Chapter 1

"Goddamn! Margo is one hot little bitch! I want to take her back to the apartment and fuck the hell out of her!" Roger said enthusiastically as he eyed the lovely young girl on the dance floor.

Her taut ass jerked about in time to the throbbing disco music, tits jiggling, ripe nipples poking through the sheer cotton halter top that she wore. Margo was stunning! She moved so seductively, so sensually.

The beautiful teenager knew full well that every man in Cassidy's Disco was watching her intently, eyeing her every move. She jerked her hips forward and gyrated in perfect time to the jungle beat of the loud disco music. Sliding one supple leg forward along the polished wooden dance floor, she twirled about, hands on curvaceous hips, long-lashed eyes flickering brilliantly in the red glow of the spinning ball of light overhead. She stared into space, enraptured by the throbbing music that sent chills up her spine as she spun around and around.

"I'm just dying to fuck that girl! Shit! I won't sleep until I fuck her!" Roger's voice was strained with emotion. His cock was throbbing with desire and his balls tightened with frustrated anxiety. "Goddamned little virgin bitch! I want to fuck her so bad, I can taste it!"

"Well, quit complaining and do something about it," Bart barked at his buddy. "I've been listening to you crying and moaning about Margo Ledderman for the past two weeks. I'm getting tired of hearing you whining about how much you want to fuck her little cunt! What's the matter, anyway? You losing your touch, Roger?"

"Aw, shut the fuck up, will you, Bart?" Roger was getting annoyed with his friend's taunting attitude. "If you're such a hot-shot, why don't you fuck her? I know you want to fuck the bitch as much as I do!"

He eyed her longingly, checking out her ripe young body. As she hunched her back, the slits in her long black disco dress opened, revealing the girl's pretty, nylon-clad legs. Roger gasped and, unconsciously, reached down to heft his balls. He felt his stiff prick throbbing inside of his tight trousers. Looking down, he saw the bulge in his pants. Quickly, he pulled his sweater down to cover his crotch. He glanced about to see if anyone had seen him rub his cock, and was relieved to find that everyone was absorbed in watching Margo Ledderman as she glided effortlessly across the dance floor. He grinned lasciviously as he thought how tight her cunt must be, how tight and hot and juicy. Damn! he thought. If only he could break down Margo's resistance. He'd give anything to fuck the snotty little bitch.

"Yeah, I'd like to fuck her too," Bart said. "But, shit. Everybody knows that she's a goddamned prick-teaser. She loves to get guys all. turned on and then just leave them cold. You're wasting your time if you think she'll let you put your prick inside her pussy. On the outside, she comes off like a real hot number, like she's hot to trot. But, in reality, she's a frigid prick-teaser. Only a damned fool would mess with Margo Ledderman."

"Sorry I mentioned it," Roger drawled.

His eyes were glued to Margo's taut ass-cheeks as she shook, swivelling her hips to the music. Goddamn! he thought. What a beautiful body!

"So am I. So am I. If there's one thing that bores the hell out of me, it's talking about fucking. The way I figure--"

"I said I'm sorry I brought it up!"

"Shit, Roger. You know, you've got quite a temper on you, buddy."

"I'm a very mild-mannered guy! I always have been! I never lose my temper! Get off my back, will you?"

"Okay, okay. Just because you can't get into Margo's pants, you don't have to take it out on me. I'll see you back at the apartment, later."

Bart turned and headed straight for the bar to get a drink. He found a free chair and sat down, striking up a conversation with a winsome brunette.

Roger continued to watch Margo dance. She spun on her heels, did a nifty little pirouette and, on the last thumping beat of the disco song, she did a lewd bump. Her pussy-mound was thrust forward and the flesh of her fine ass-cheeks hollowed into dimples. Her tits pointed skyward and her nipples were plainly visible beneath her tight halter top. Roger tugged out his handkerchief and dabbed at the line of sweat that had formed at his hairline. He was hot and bothered. God! he thought. What a gorgeous little bitch! He'd love to take her cherry!

Margo did a half-skip, then strolled with extreme pride and self-assurance off the dance floor. As she stepped toward Roger, he snap-ped to attention and, reaching to the table behind him, he picked up her glass of wine.

"You sure are a great dancer, Margo," he gushed, handing her the drink.

"Thanks."

She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped. Her face was flushed and she breathed heavily from her exertions on the dance floor. She sighed, batted her eyelashes, drew her tongue across her lips and sipped again. Her eyes surveyed the nightclub and she breathed deeply again, a coy trick which she often used to attract attention from her many admirers. Her tits heaved and her pointed nipples were outlined in her halter top.

From different parts of the club, three young men converged near her. They were beside themselves, stumbling forward as though approaching the throne of a queen,, moving awkwardly through the crowd of smartly-dressed couples. They practically fell over one another in their rush to ask Margo to dance. She declined all three offers, smiling and giggling in faked girlish innocence.

"My word, Roger," she said, shaking her head and beaming. "I don't know what all this fuss is about. There are plenty of other girls here. Why does everyone want to dance with me?"

"Because you're the most beautiful," Roger blurted unabashedly.

She smiled broadly. "Why, thank you, Roger."

As she sipped at her wine again, Roger looked her over with worshipful eyes; Her halter top was cut alarmingly low, revealing an enticing cleavage that told of the beauty of her tits, those twin treasures that jutted upward, firm and round. Her nose was small and slightly snubbed-appropriately, he thought. Her cheeks were broad, her gray-green eyes slanted, her lips full and slightly parted and moist, revealing her small, white, even teeth. Her long blonde hair, parted in the middle, flowed over her ears. Her eyelashes were so long that they appeared to be fake, but they weren't. She wore a vacuous look, as though she were shallow and empty-headed and ripe for the taking. Roger knew that this was a singularly incorrect impression. Margo was a shrewd, sharp, smart bitch! She stared into space earnestly, glowingly, heatedly. She exuded tremendous energy, vitality and sensuality. Roger felt his blood boiling and racing through his veins. He winced as he discerned a sharp twinge in his hard cock. Shrugging to cover his movements, he again tugged at his sweater, pulling it down low to hide his raging hard-on.

Suddenly, Margo spun around and faced him. Her hand brushed casually across his crotch, pressing ever-so-lightly against his throbbing prick.

"Oh!" she gasped in mock fright. "Sorry, Roger."

She giggled, hunched her shoulders and shrugged. "This place is getting boring. Let's leave."

"Okay with me," Roger replied excitedly. "Where do you want to go?"

"To your place," she said with finality. She moved closer, and kissed him on the cheek. She whispered in his ear, "That's all right with you, isn't it, Roger?" She abruptly stepped back and pouted, knowing full well what his eager response would be.

"You bet. Let's go."

Roger felt silly for appearing so anxious to take Margo to his apartment. Perhaps he seemed over-anxious, he thought. He didn't want to act like a dumb schoolboy.

It was a short drive to Roger's apartment. He wanted to get there in a hurry. His cock rippled with lusty twitching spasms of passionate desire. This just might be the night, he thought as visions of fucking the beautiful woman flashed through his brain.

"Don't drive so fast, honey," Margo said sternly. "I don't want to get in an accident. Slow down a bit, dear." Her hand stroked his muscular thigh, massaging his taut, sinewy thigh muscles.

Roger was uncomfortably horny as he anticipated sinking his mighty, rock-hard prick deep into Margo's tight virgin pussy. He thought of the magnificent conquest and pictured himself as quite the stud. No one had ever fucked Margo. She had a great reputation as a prick-teaser, but, after tonight, that would end. Margo would belong to him. She would be his girl, to fuck whenever he felt like fucking her. What a big-shot he would be if he could manage to fuck Margo! He would be the envy of all of his friends.

"Ohhhh," he moaned as Margo ran her fingers along the crotch of his trousers, stroking his prick until it was squirming in his pants. His prick practically vibrated in response to her stroking.

Margo glanced at him as he drove. "What's the matter, darling?"

She spoke as though she had no idea how much she affected him.

"I'm getting nervous," she said. "I can't stand fast drivers." To emphasize her pointy she grasped his balls and squeezed hard.

"Unnggghhhhhh!" he muttered, half in pleasure, half in pain as a swift, erotic sensation coursed through his balls and prick. He knew that, if she kept jerking him off, he would cum, right there in the car. That would be an impossibly embarrassing situation.

"Please, darling," he replied throatily. "Can't you wait until we get to my apartment. We'll have plenty of time to fool around then."

"Hey, listen," she said indignantly. "I don't know what your problem is, Roger."

She kept a firm grip on his prick and balls as she spoke. She ran her fingertip across his upper lip and breathed into his ear. Reaching over, she kissed his ear, swirling her tongue around inside of his ear, driving him mad with lust. She whispered, "Take it easy, Roger. Relax and everything will be all right." She brushed his hair to one side and turned to face him squarely.

He trembled with anxious anticipation as she stroked his hair, and squirmed about in the car. Roger felt as though he had lost all control. He wanted Margo in the worst way. He wanted to fuck the hell out of this beautiful, young prick-teaser. She knew that he was getting turned on, and he knew that she knew he was. It was part of her game. She was known for getting guys all hot and bothered, and then leaving them cold, holding their hard cocks in their own hands, while she strolled nonchalantly out the door. No way that was going to happen to him, he thought angrily. If this cunt gets me excited, I'm going to fuck her-whether she likes it or not. Roger was tired of fooling around with Margo. He would fuck her tonight for sure. There would be no stopping him.

Margo was still rubbing her hand across his prick when he pulled up in front of his apartment. He stopped the car, turned off the engine and turned to her. He pressed his lips against hers and snaked his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hotly. Their tongues entwined and Margo began to feel a flicker of lust welling in her tight young cunt.

She figured that she could control her passionate urge. She was young and ready for sex, but she wanted to have her first fuck on her own terms. She would not give in to anyone. She would be the one to decide when she would lose her cherry. It would have to be with someone special. And that was not Roger. Definitely not Roger. He was known throughout the city as a lady's man. If she allowed Roger to fuck her virgin cunt, he would no doubt go around bragging about it, telling everyone he knew. She would just tease him like she did all the others. Get him excited, and leave him hanging. She was fascinated by her ability to manipulate men. Always had been. Although she was in an exceptionally hot mood at the present, she would pull herself together, bring him right to the brink, then let him down. She had done it numerous times before. No problem. She was known as a prick-teaser, and she prided herself on her reputation. She was the young girl who all men wanted to fuck, but couldn't. Tonight would be no different from any other night. She'd tease Roger for awhile, then leave.

Roger had an expensive apartment, nicely furnished with plush leather couches and chairs. Modern paintings and prints were hung on the walls. Margo sat down on the couch while Roger put a record on the stereo. Roger fashioned himself as quite a stud, a real woman killer, so Margo figured she would have some real fun with him. She stretched out on the couch, craning her neck and crossing her feet on the end of the couch.

"My neck is sore, Roger. Will you be a dear and rub it for me?"

She was used to having men obey her instructions and satisfy her every whim, so it came as no surprise to her when he hastened to massage her neck. He seemed quite willing to please her, and went about the task with vigor.

"You're very sweet," she said as she turned around, pulling herself up slowly, so that her tits would bulge out of her halter top. "Damn, but this top is bothering me." She loosened the straps and her top began to slip off of her up-thrust tits.

She was becoming excited at the prospect of teasing the poor young man, and her nipples became taut and pointed. Goosebumps formed on her dark areolas. She squirmed about on the couch to get comfortable as he massaged the muscles in her lovely neck.

Roger spoke not a word. His hands moved down her neck and cupped her beautiful tits, gripping a voluptuous tit in each hand. He was perspiring now and his breathing was not easy. His prick throbbed. She reached down and unzipped his pants. Reaching inside of his trousers, she tugged out his rigid cock and stared at his enormous cock-stand.

"My, my, what do we have here?" she said mockingly. "It looks as though your prick is getting hard, darling."

"Yeah," he blurted huskily as he twiddled her nipples in his fingers. "Ohhhhh, your tits are so nice, Margo. I love them."

All of a sudden, Margo turned and kissed him hard on the mouth while stroking his stiff cock-stand. "You want to fuck me, don't you? You're dying to fuck me."

"Yes-yes, I am," Roger blurted. He was shocked that Margo would speak so explicitly. This would be his chance, and he couldn't blow it. She was breathing heavily and her nipples were puckered and erect. Roger knew that she was hot. He gloated inwardly about his studly manner which had captivated the luscious Margo Ledderman. Guiding his hand up her creamy thigh, he stroked her flesh which was covered with goosebumps. Moving upward, inch-by-inch, he reached her cunt-mound. Slipping his fingers under the crotch of her bikini panties, he began to touch the lovely lips of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, yeah!" Margo gasped as her cunt became hot from Roger's touch. "That feels great, Roger. Rub my little clittie. Please," she said with a full-lipped pout.

"Sure, Margo."

He explored the opening to her cunt, fingering her cunt-lips aside so that he could seek out her sensitive clit-button. Her pussy-lips were swollen and radiated intense heat. Roger was certain that she would be willing to fuck. His heart beat so hard that he felt like it was going to hammer its way out of his chest.

"Mmmm, so nice. Ummmmm," the beautiful girl purred in response to his finger-fucking of her gorgeous pussy. "Do you want me, Roger? Huh?"

"Yeah," he replied unhesitatingly as he shoved his finger deep into her tight young cunt. Her pussy-walls constricted, gripping his finger as though it were trapped in a vise. Her clit spasmed and twittered. Pussy-nectar churned in her cunt and leaked down her lovely thighs.

"How much do you want to fuck me, Roger?" she whispered.

Margo was squirming about on the couch, pumping her hips forward to derive the utmost satisfaction from the finger that was plunged into her juicy pussy. She just loved to tease and taunt the guys like this. She got a real charge out of it. Getting them all excited and leading them on, making them think that she would let them fuck her. She loved doing that. It was a nasty way to mind-fuck a man, but what the hell, she figured. Men were a bunch of assholes. They deserved to be frustrated. All they really cared about was fucking.

"I want to fuck you more than anything in the whole world," Roger gasped as he turned to position her on the couch. "Now, just lie back and let me take care of everything, Margo. You'll love it. And, I promise to be gentle, this being your first time and all."

This was the moment Margo had been waiting for. She shrugged with contempt.

"Forget it, Roger," she said, shaking her head with disgust. "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth. You disgust me, you contemptible asshole. Hah! To think, you really thought I was going to fuck you. Men are so goddamned stupid. Now get up and put your little prick away, Roger. I feel like going back to the club."

Roger was dumbfounded. How could she be so cruel? She simply wasn't human. Shit, he knew damned well that she was turned on from the finger-fucking. And her nipples were hard and erect. She had been breathing heavily and everything. It simply didn't make sense. Maybe she really was a frigid bitch, a first-class prick-teaser, just like Bart had said.

Roger was angry. Margo had humiliated him on purpose. Now he wanted revenge. "No bitch is gonna pull that shit on me, Margo!" he rasped as he gripped her arms and shook her.

"Let me go, Roger. Now!" Her voice was strident and demanding. "Let go of my arms, dammit! It hurts!"

Margo began to get worried. Roger's prick stood out from his pelvis in a huge, menacing hard-on, and he paid no attention to her demands that he release her. In fact, his gripping hands tightened around her arms. The look in his eyes frightened the hell out of her. Oh, shit! she thought. Maybe it had been a serious mistake to try to prick-tease Roger. She knew that he fancied himself to be quite a stud, and most of the girls she knew would love to fuck him. But, she wasn't ready to give her cherry away to anybody just yet.

"Come on, Roger," she said, pouting and sulking as though trying to be patient. "I'm getting very bored with you. Now, let me go. This minute!"

"Not a fucking chance, bitch! You're not gonna fuck around with me. No fucking way!" He pushed her down on the couch and, in one swift movement, shucked off his trousers and kicked off his shoes. "I'm gonna fuck your virgin cunt, whether you like it or not!" His voice was strained and conveyed a sense of desperate urgency.

Margo shook with fear. "You fuck me and I'll tell. I swear, I'll tell."

"So what! I don't give a shit who you tell. It'll be your word against mine. There aren't any witnesses here. Margo."

He grinned lecherously and, with one lightning fast movement, he tore off her dress.

"Nooooo!" she wailed. "Y-you can't do this!" Her lips trembled and she found it difficult to speak. Never in her life had she known such gripping fear.

Without uttering a word, he slapped her hard across her pretty, pouty mouth. She flinched, and he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, screwing her face up in a contorted manner. With his other hand, he tugged off her bikini panties.

"Wh-what! Good God! You-you can't! It would be rape!"

"No shit! That's just what you deserve, you little prick-teaser. When I get finished with you, you'll think twice before you try to mind-fuck a guy again!"

"I'm underage, too," she said.

Margo was grasping at straws and she knew it. One look into his eyes, wide open and glazed over with lust, told her that she was wasting her time. There was no way that she could dissuade Roger. His mind was set. No matter how much she tried to reason with him, he was determined to rape her. To take her cherry. The thought appalled her, and she trembled with fear. She struggled to escape from his grip, but it was useless. Roger was strong.

Smack! Smack! Smack! His open hand came down fast and hard, slapping her hard across her cheeks, causing them to redden and burn hotly. Moving forward, he pressed his knees into her arms. Margo found herself in a totally helpless position. Helpless and at the young man's mercy. But, she could expect no mercy from Roger. He was horny and ready to fuck her.

"You cunt! I've spent the whole evening watching you swinging your ass around, bumping and grinding your cunt on the dance floor. You love to have all the guys slobbering while they watch you move. Now it's time for you to deliver the goods, bitch! There's no way out!"

"P-please, Roger," she said weakly. "I'm sorry. Honest I am. Let me go, please." Her face was pale. Her mouth worked. "You wouldn't really rape me would you? I-I'm a virgin."

She was pressed into the cushions of the couch, looking up at Roger, looking past his blue-veined cock which pointed straight toward the ceiling. For a moment, her eyes caught sight of his enormous cock-stand. She had seen plenty of cocks before. When she went out with guys, she enjoyed jerking off their pricks, getting them all hot and horny, then leaving them cold and wanting. But she had never seen such a big prick before. His cock seemed to have a life of its own. His prick throbbed and pulsated with passionate desire. Thick blue veins ran the length of his cock-stand and she could practically see his hot, red blood coursing through them, causing his prick to swell to monstrous proportions. His cock-knob was bloated and purplish in color. The sight of his throbbing prick agitated her and she trembled with fear. She wanted to avert her glance, but she couldn't take her eyes off of his raging hard cock. She swallowed hard.

"Suck my cock, bitch!" he rasped. "Suck it!"

The tone of his voice was cool and calm. She marveled at his uncanny ability to maintain his composure under such trying circumstances. His leering stare seemed to pass right through her brain, shattering her nerves with fear and anxiety. She knew that Roger was very serious, but the thought of being forced to suck his raging prick disturbed and repulsed the beautiful young girl.

"I-I won't!" she shrieked.

Roger responded by slapping her again. He took a long, deep breath and gripped his mighty, twitching cock-stalk in his fist, holding his prick in such a way that only his cock-knob was visible. Leaning forward, he sneered and rubbed his cock-knob across her closed lips.

"Suck my prick, cunt!" he snorted. His voice was uneven and husky now. His eyes were wide open and his nostrils flared. "Suck my prick, dammit!"

He reached down with his free hand and forced her mouth open cruelly. She clenched her teeth, swearing to herself that she would not give in to his depraved demands. But, her mouth ached terribly as he parted her lips. His cock-knob rubbed along her gums and teeth. She trembled and opened her mouth to protest; "Dammit, Rog-"

His timing couldn't have been better. Lurching forward quickly, he rammed his steel-hard prick into her mouth.

"Unnnggghhhhh!" he gasped loudly as his cock slid between her lips. "Yeah! Hot damn! Now suck it, bitch! Suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, you prick-teasing slut!" As he plunged his prick deep into her mouth, he grunted and increased the pressure of his knees which dug into her biceps. The pain was terrible.

She tried desperately to speak, but her mouth was filled to the brim with his cock, and the only thing that came from her throat were muffled sounds. She squinted and stared into his menacing eyes. There was no stopping the young man from face-fucking her. She simply had to resign herself to the fact that she would have to suck his prick. Her stomach turned and she felt sick. This was disgusting, she thought. Roger had seemed like such a nice man, but in reality he was an animal. Her breathing was labored and difficult. She was helpless and totally vulnerable.

Roger laughed triumphantly and pumped his hips forward, his big balls slapping under her chin as he fucked her mouth with a long, slow cock-stroke. ... .

"Unnnggghhhh! Yeah! Damn good cocksucker," he grunted enthusiastically as he pulled his thighs closer together and thrust his quivering cock between her lips.

The wretched young girl was in agony. Her jaws were being forced open by his cock and the muscles in her mouth were stretched cruelly to accommodate his hard, thick cock. She could no longer hesitate. She sucked tentatively at his cock-knob, slurping his prick deep into her mouth. She felt totally humiliated and degraded. She just wanted this horrible ordeal to end.

"Unngggghhhhhh! Yeah, that's a good girl, my little cocksucker. Give me a good blow-job, cunt!" he snorted throatily. "Suck my prick until I cum and maybe I'll let you go."

He started face-fucking her rapidly, slamming forward and impaling her mouth with his throbbing cock.

Margo's contorted face was livid with unconcealed loathing for Roger. She was being terribly abused, in the most obscene manner, being forcibly face-fucked. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening! How could she have allowed herself to become involved in such a humiliating, perverted scene? she wondered. Her pleading eyes and twisted features told of her shame and anger, but Roger paid no attention. ,

"Harder, dammit! Suck my cock harder! Give me a good blow-job, you stupid cunt! Cocksucking bitch! Yeah!"

His cock was slamming hard into her mouth now, causing tier jaws to ache with pain from the brutal face fucking. She licked the underside of his Vibrating cock-shaft, raking her tongue along his fleshy prick, from base to cock-knob. Her tongue licked swirls around his bulbous cock-knob and slithered rapidly across his prick-slit. She gasped for air, for an instant removing her sucking lips from his bloated prick and pulling a deep breath of air into her lungs. His cock was banging off the back of her throat now, his tightened balls slapping against her chin. He drilled his throbbing cock relentlessly, in rapid-fire cock-thrusts, into her mouth, parting her drooling lips with the base of his prick. He raped her mouth with all of his strength, pumping back and forth, tightening the muscles in his hips and pelvis as he face-fucked her with ferocious, furious strokes. He was sweating now, and Margo could smell the pungent odor that came from his balls. It was disgusting.

Yet she watched with fascination as his cock slid into her mouth. It was an eerie sensation that she felt welling up in her tight cunt. A sort of sensuous, sexy, lusty itch gathered deep inside of her pussy and sent shivers up her spine. Could she be getting turned on by sucking Roger's prick? she wondered. It didn't seem possible. But, her pussy was getting juicy and slick. There was no doubt about that. She shook her head in dismay, and tried to push these thoughts back into her tortured mind.

Roger was really getting off on the bizarre scene. He seemed to have lost all control over his actions. He grunted and groaned obscenely, his sounds of lust filling the room.

"Yeah! Suck it! Harder! Suck! Suck! Suck! Bitch! Cocksucker!"

His firm ass-cheeks shook and trembled as he pumped his prick in and out of her sucking lips, face-fucking her with his turgid prick.

"Oh, yeah! Keep right on sucking, bitch! Go for it! Lick my prick! Yeah, your hot little mouth feels great slurping my cock! Suck harder!" The sweat began to drip off of his forehead now and spill onto her shoulders. She was terribly uncomfortable, but Roger didn't seem to care.

She slurped long and hard on his prick, twirling his cock-knob around in her mouth, using all of her strength to suck his prick deep into her throat. His cock pounded the inside of her mouth and slithered around her licking tongue. Her cunt was seeping with cunt-juice and her cunt-muscles flexed and tightened. This was exciting! she realized. She hated to admit it, but she was filled with unfulfilled desire. She wanted to please Roger. She wanted to give him the best blow-job ever. Sweet gobs of cunt-juice bubbled up in her cunt and streamed down her creamy thighs in thin rivulets. Waves of passion built up in her pussy which demanded release. She wanted to cum, but she needed to use her finger. She had finger-fucked her pussy numerous times. Usually, after prick-teasing some foolish guy, she would be. so excited that she would hurry home and finger-fuck herself to a wild orgasm. She loved to rub her clit until she climaxed.

But this-this was something different. Giving Roger a blow-job of her own volition would have been bad enough. But being forced to suck his cock was vile.

She was totally confused as she tried to sort out her tangled emotions. Her clit was throbbing with lust and waves of passion coursed through her veins. She could feel an orgasm building in her pussy. It didn't seem possible, though. She hadn't even touched her cunt. But, it was true! Her cunt tingled with stabs of passionate fire. Raw lust, pure and simple.

At that moment, she wanted to please Roger. Her tongue swirled around his cock-knob, tickling his bloated prick with short, flicking tongue-lashes that started him gasping for air and jerking faster and faster, ramming his hard prick into her throat. She gripped his cock tightly between her lips and sucked long and hard.

Suddenly, without warning, Roger stiffened and groaned like a wounded animal.

"Aaaggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh! God!"

A thick, heavy load of salty jism spurted out of his cock-slit and shot directly into her throat. She gagged, forced back the desire to choke and spit his cock out of her mouth, and sucked his lengthy cock again, milking the cum out of his cock-slit.

"Oh, yeah! Go for it! Suck my cum out! Swallow my cum, slut!" he screamed as he jerked spasmodically, reaming out her mouth with his steel-hard prick.

"Swallow my cum, cunt!"

She gulped and swallowed a thick, sticky gob of his jism. His cum tasted salty. It wasn't a bad taste, she thought. It was like no other taste in the world. It was strange, but sexy. Her pussy was boiling now, churning out cunt-juice at a fantastic rate. She could feel her pussy-juice flowing down her thighs and drying on her creamy flesh. Her cunt throbbed with passion and desire, begging for sexual release. All of her emotions Were confused and befuddled. She hated herself for getting turned on in such a nasty way, but at the same time, she enjoyed pleasing Roger, sucking his cock and slurping down his cum, drinking his cum and lapping at his cock-slit as he writhed about passionately above her.

Again, he jerked forward, plunging his softening prick into her mouth. His cock was going down fast, losing its turgid stiffness as she milked his cock-slit with loving lips. Another heavy load of cum washed across her tongue and coated the inside of her mouth. She licked the walls of her mouth, tasting his salty jism and gulping his load down into her stomach.

"Ohhhh! yeah, sweet little cocksucker!" he gasped as he spent his load of jism.

His muscles relaxed and he swooned in ecstasy. His prick drooled in her mouth. Jism filled her mouth to overflowing and droplets of cum formed at the corners of her mouth.

She imagined how wretched she must look with her mouth filled with his softening prick, cum-juice drooling out of her mouth. She felt like a damned whore and she hated and loathed Roger for raping her mouth in such a brutal manner. He was a first-class bastard, she thought. Her stomach turned as she thought of what had just happened. She had been brutally face-fucked, against her will. Was there anything that she could dp about it? she wondered. Could she get back at him for forcing her to suck his prick?

"Umm, that was nice," he drawled as he slipped his drooling prick out of her mouth. "Kiss my cock and say thanks, bitch!"

"Wh-what?" she said in disbelief.

She tried to say something else, but her words came out garbled. Her mouth was still coated with jism. She steeled her nerves and swallowed the remainder of his cum, fighting back the urge to vomit.

"You heard me, cunt!" he bellowed threateningly. His voice was harsh and cold. "Kiss my cock and say thanks. Now!"

Margo hesitated. She trembled and turned her head away.

He smacked her hard with the back of his hand. When he raised his hand to slap her again, she quickly leaned forward and kissed the tip of his seeping cock.

"Thank you, Roger," she said weakly. She was so ashamed. So ruthlessly degraded and humiliated. She despised Roger, hated him with all of her might.

"Now, close your eyes, bitch!" he commanded nastily, a wicked grin forming on his handsome face.

She reluctantly obeyed, closing her eyelids.

Roger laughed loudly and leaned forward, holding his spent prick in his hand. He squeezed his cock-knob and a thick glob of cum formed on the tip of his cock-slit. He rubbed his drooling cock-knob on her face, from her chin to her nose, leaving a thin trace of sticky cum. His prick-tip pressed into her eyelid and he rubbed his jism across her lids and brows, laughing demoniacally. She blinked in response, feeling the cum on her eyelids. This was utterly revolting! she thought, but she forced herself to keep her eyes closed. She did not want to be beaten again. She would obey his vile commands so that he would let her leave his apartment. She just wanted to get the hell out of this place and go home.

"Here, bitch," he said as he moved his prick down to her nose and stuffed the tip of his prick against her nostril. He squeezed his cock again and another gob of cum trickled out of his prick-slit. "Ha! Ha! Take a breath-a deep breath!"

Too frightened to disobey, she sniffed and her nostril filled up with his cum. She snuffled and started to cry. He squeezed his prick again and a final drop of cum squirted out of his cock-slit and into her other nostril. "Sniff, baby!" he commanded cruely, a nasty grin pasted to his handsome face.

She sniffed again and shook her head as his cum was sucked up her nostril. Then she sneezed.

"All right, bitch! Nice action! Yeah! Shit, Margo, you look great! Fuck, I wish all the guys at Cassidy's Disco could see you now!" Then, he broke up laughing.

Margo felt and looked terrible. She hated Roger for doing this to her, degrading her in such a vile manner. He was a real bastard, and she was determined to get back at him. She couldn't take this matter lightly. After all, she was Margo Ledderman, the queen of the disco. She had been stripped of her pride by Roger, but she would make him pay dearly for abusing her. All she wanted to do was get out of his apartment. She would decide how to avenge her ill-treatment once she was home safely.

"All right," she said indignantly. "You've had your fun. Now let me up!"

"Sure, baby," he replied laughing. "You give a real nice blow-job. You know that? Ha! Ha!" He stepped off of the couch and looked her over. "Goddamn, Margo. You look great!"

He spoke with heavy sarcasm and Margo stood up, rubbing her sore arms. She shot him a look of loathing, pursed her lips and prepared to curse at him, but thought better of it. She wanted to leave, and it would not be a good idea to get him angry at her now.

Reaching down, she picked up her dress, but it was torn to shreds. She remembered that he had ripped her dress when he took if off of her. "Goddammit, you bastard! You tore my dress. What the hell am I going to wear home?"

"Don't sweat it, Margo," he replied. "I have a friend who's your size. I'll give her a call and get her to bring by a dress to fit you." He sat down in a chair facing Margo and dialed a number on the telephone.

"You don't seem to understand," she said, pouting. "I want to get out of here. Right now!"

"Tough shit! You're not going anywhere, unless you want to go out naked." He laughed heartily, obviously enjoying her dreadful situation. "Besides, I'm not finished with you yet." He chuckled and spoke into the telephone while Margo ran to the bathroom.