Chapter 5
Woody dragged me into an empty room the instant after recovery. I have to admit, my rejuvenation took a bit longer; I hadn't expected the sex to be that good. For someone of his uncivilized character, rough treatment with little concern for my gratification should have been the agenda; Woody, however, turned me on big time. He curled my toes, blew my sockets out. I'd been fucking for what seemed hours, yet Woody left me thirsty for more.
As I had earlier suspected, this place was a deserted warehouse. We entered what appeared to be an office with a desk and chairs. The furnishings were dated, yet serviceable. Woody must have known there was a place to set my ass. He hoisted me on top of the desk, then stood back. There was a window behind him, revealing plush shrubbery in the distant. We were on the ground floor. Apparently, the girls were stashed in the basement, which accounted for the musty smell. I saw no sign of human life outside. This facility must have been located outside of the city, hidden from discerning eyes. Even if I had escaped, the nearest phone might be miles away.
Woody yanked his T-shirt up, then off to expose his magnificent chest. That virtual forest bid my lustful observation. He stepped out of his jeans, which were loose from having been opened, to display the rest of his virile body. Woody was a definite stud. Wow! I nearly wagged my tongue at the sight of his hunky appearance.
His cock, I took note, had gone from a fierce erection to semi-hard. Thudding thickly against his balls, it looked somewhat eager for its next session. Fresh stimulation would restore it to its awesome dimensions.
"I've got to have a little more of you before I take you back," he grunted, breathing strongly. "That was some piece of ass, doll. You're hot-no question of it."
I was glad to see he wasn't angry over my breakout attempt. If anything, it served as mild amusement. Woody instilled the impression that my female bag of tricks were no match for his masculine power.
In the back of my mind, the seed of hope germinated yet again. Could I get Woody to disclose the identity of his employer? Whoever coordinated our abduction was the most threatened by the bribery trial. It required skill to get him to divulge that name; either Woody's loyalties ran deep, or the sum of his compensation warranted the risks he had taken. My curious nature refused to let it go.
"I can't believe a man of your flair can't get quality snatch," I murmured, pawing him in an encouraging manner. My fingers, sliding through the manly trail that lined his chest, were met with luxury. Mmmmmmmmmm.
"Didn't say I had a problem getting some," he grunted. "Kevin and I receive our share." He cupped my mound, then squeezed. "It's not always this good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." I tilted my chin high, inviting his exciting manipulation. Woody's fingertips disbursed electricity. The want began rebuilding in my loins. My legs automatically spread for him. My body silently spoke its mind. In terms of sex, I was a complete addict.
His eyes were deep, penetrating. We looked intently at each other for several prolonged seconds before his hand cupped the back of my head. Our lips touched in a teasing fashion, then connected. I let his tongue inside, allowing the tip to spar with mine. I couldn't help but moan as he gained access. His urgency was perceptible, affecting my sense of balance. I went with the flow, writhing against him, inviting him to fondle my tits. He did, without instruction. From the manner he groped them, he was hungry to feel me up. It seemed he didn't really get the chance to play with them, not while he fucked me against that wall. We were smashed together, purging the initial frustration from our systems.
"You look like you could go for another round, yourself," he mentioned, running his thumbs over my nipples, then scooping up my heaving boobs. "You sure have a lot to offer. I could suck these for days."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I purred, enjoying the span of those sturdy fingers. Woody had an infectious touch; the longer he swept over my naked flesh, the more I liked it. This session proved softer, a fitting sequel to our earlier coupling. We weren't functioning on as much adrenaline.
"I prefer women who can handle it. There's been a few who couldn't take it for more than five minutes. I've had to nurse a case of blue balls."
"Mmmmmmmm," I whimpered as he slipped his hand into my tit. He met its soft, soliciting texture. "They didn't know what they were missing." I trembled as he toyed with my nipple. God, he really knew what he was doing. Though savage in temperament, the man was capable of gentleness. I got wet just thinking about how incredible our next fuck was going to be.
His tongue pushed into me, urging me to submit. I tried to comply as he silently requested, but Woody was quick to change the rules. He flicked against me, but when I attempted to capture him with my curling tip, he slipped around and prodded me from a new angle. It was obvious after several moments the man was completely excited and yearned for spontaneity.
He slowly released my throbbing nipples, then traveled south. His next destination was between my legs. He couldn't wait to touch my pussy. The availability of my nude body was just too much for him to resist. His hand drifted over my red thatch, eager to learn how juicy I'd gotten. His fingers smoothed over the curly pubes, encountering dampness. He inserted a finger into my cunt without preliminary. I choked back a groan, which was promptly smothered my his mouth. He delved further, wriggling it until I shuddered. He fucked me with it for a few minutes until I thought I was going to cum. All of this was executed with gradual persistence. Clearly from the start, Woody put a priority on my personal pleasure. His was to follow.
After several seconds of delightful pumping, he removed his finger. I could hear it slip out of my moist cunt with a soft pucker. He taunted my pussy lips with more of his expert handling. His thumb covered my clit and gave it a stimulating massage. You can't imagine the agony he put me through, rotating that swollen bud. My mouth dropped open and my nails sank into his shoulder.
At length, he took his mouth away. I was gasping for air, shaking with lust. He got me aroused. I awaited some signal, a telling glance, for the next set of instructions. Throughout this ordeal, I had to continually remind myself he was an agent for the man who ordered my capture. I couldn't become selfish about the physical happiness he administered. I had to appeal to his inner self to receive answers to each and all of my questions. His confession was of vital importance.
Woody's enjoyment of me was an imperceptible process. Haste was not a factor. He bunched my tits together in a bulging package, then drew them to his mouth. Letting out his tongue, he licked my nipples. Ohhhhhhhhh! I wasn't prepared for that charge. My senses reeled. His second and third lap brought sweet dizziness. His tongue flashed again and again, rekindling that fiery commotion in my groin. In the next instant, one of my nipples dripped with his hot saliva.
"Ohhhhhhh," I squealed, gasping for air.
He attached his mouth to one and began sucking it with everything he had. The urgency he exhibited was riveting. I squirmed on the desk, woozy with joy. He crushed my tits in his hands, showing me how much he wanted me.
"Mmmmmmmm," he grunted. "I love sucking these babies. They're screaming for my tongue."
Those hot sucks made me crazed. He must have experienced my tremors as he pulled at my flesh with his lips. I massaged his massive shoulders and cupped his head, guiding him from one nipple to the other, eager for his wild pull. Ohhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Woody was good. He got them rock-hard, bulging, pointed.
"Thought you were going to get away from us, doll," he muttered beneath mouthfuls. "Didn't think you'd end up with your legs spread, getting a pussy full of cock."
"Suck those tits," I begged. "Suck them hard."
"I'll give all you want, doll. No need to ask."
Before I could get used to his change of rhythm, Woody altered his course. His finger plunged back into my pussy, pumping back and forth. My clit got some very slick treatment. The friction he effected all but made me faint. The squishy sounds coming from between my legs heightened my excitement. The cum he injected still coated my insides. I was more than lubricated for that big dick of his. We both knew how hot I was to get fucked.
"God," I wailed behind clenched teeth. "Oh, Woody, don't stop. I'm going to cum."
Woody went ever faster, quite aware I was on the verge of orgasm. That finger slid in and out of my cunt rapidly, coated with warm juice. He was teething one of my nipples while vibrating his tongue at top speed. Colors whirled around me.
My head veered back, my eyes shut as I plunged my fingers into his flesh. I was losing control, the pleasure more than I could bear.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, God," I cried out, spasming around his jabbing finger. It refused to disengage, following me through every jerk, every moan, unwilling to quit until my cunt lips relinquished its hungry squeeze.
"That's it, doll, cum for me. Show me how good it is," he muttered. His voice was low, drunk with lust. I could tell how horny he was. He couldn't wait to stick his cock into me.
Eventually, Woody took his finger out of me and lifted his mouth from my tit. Saliva trickled from my erect nipple. "Ohhhhhh, that was good," I murmured.
Those hazel eyes kept peering at me every second, urging me to make a grab for him. I took his cock in my hand. God, my fist was filled with that hard, throbbing monster. I pulled on it, stroking him. He exhaled harshly at first, obviously excited from my manipulation. His hand was on my shoulder, squeezing, applying pressure, until I slowly slipped off the desk and sank to my knees before him.
Woody continued to stand, his legs slightly spread. His cock extended right to my face. He stared at me, mentally commanding me to open my mouth and take him whole. I shivered at this unspoken order. I knew how horny my orgasm must have gotten him. Gazing at that huge thing jutting from his groin made me hungrier by the second. I wasn't going to deny him release-I wanted to suck him.
My lips split apart and I let out my tongue. I dabbed that bloated crown, experiencing the initial jolt my saliva gave him. He groaned and cupped the back of my head. His steel-like fingertips forbade me to move backward-only ahead. He wanted more of my hot licks, and lots of sloppy sucking.
"Mmmmmmmm," I sighed. My tongue curled around the rim just beneath his cockhead, distributing wet warmth. It was quite tasty. I flicked the area on one side of that massive vein, then the other. Each was received with a grunt of approval. When I slurped the length of that heavy vessel, I heard Woody gulp air. My spit trickled down his cock, right to his balls. I waited until it almost dripped off before I captured the clinging excess with my tongue. That lap included his balls.
"Jesus," he muttered. "Oh, doll, lick it. Lick me all over. Yeah, come on, baby, get it all wet. Make my cock juicy with your spit. Ahhhhhhhhh, more, baby, keep going, keeping sucking it. Don't stop sucking it. Squeeze me with those horny lips. Run up and down that large vein. Oh, yeah, like that. Give me more of that."
I had to admit, I got fairly turned on blowing him. Woody certainly had a mouthful-and I hadn't yet wrapped that big dick with my lips. I gave him more of my playful tongue, slithering over that throbbing flesh. It was fun, exciting him in this fashion.
I tried something new-something I believed he would like. I sucked one of his balls in my mouth. My lips stretched to get it through, but I managed. Mmmmmmmmmm. The wisps of hair tickled the roof of my mouth and rested on my tongue. I glommed him, enjoying the vibrations of need. He took pleasure from it, his hands circling my head and making me stay in that position for several heart-pounding seconds, until my lungs screamed for air.
"Christ, those lips," he muttered, "against my skin-oh, yeah, so hot, so wet, taking me down your throat. Let me in there, doll. Suck me right to the balls." He leaned back, enjoying my fierce suction. Woody probably never had head so good. I relished his guttural cries when I bore down on him. He trembled roughly around my oral clamp.
The tip of my tongue prodded him. He found this thoroughly enjoyable, trembling at every lash, every ounce of saliva I lavished him. I let the pleasure build slowly, each wave more powerful than the last. I knew eventually he would need my lips to completely cover his cock and suck it hard. I prolonged the moment, taunting him.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Suck my balls. Make the other one wet."
I repeated the process, letting one drop from my lips, then gathering up the other. The fleshy sac was somewhat difficult to negotiate-it had tightened so from excitement. His nuts seemed to form one mass of palpitating flesh, yet persistence enabled me to separate them. I applied a fresh coating of saliva to the new ball, letting it stream down his taut skin. My tongue caught it before it dripped off him.
This part of him was getting extremely wet while exposed to my mouth. I'm sure the urge to get the rest of him moist flashed through his mind, for he pulled my head back. I was drunk with lust, staring at that long, throbbing shaft bobbing in my face. Some of my favorite dreams had cocks of his size. Woody sure was a whole lot of man.
Woody was impatient-I could feel the quivering radiate from his body. I couldn't blame him. The treatment I gave him would have influenced any man in wanting more. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I wasn't given time to adjust. That thing was crammed between my lips, thick and stiff, moving rapidly to the edge of my throat. Instinct told me to gulp down air before he slid in any further. Oxygen was barely available around that wide, pulsing shaft.
"Suck it, doll, suck me," he groaned, feverishly. My licking made him urgently want that. "Swallow me, take me whole. Gonna slide down your throat."
Blood pounded in my temple as I gave him pleasure with my mouth. His groin kept moving toward me, smashing into my face, those wiry pubes brushing my cheeks as he ground himself to me. God, he had packed himself, filling me with that throbbing dick. There was so much to suck on and, yet, I knew I could handle it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I sobbed, working my tongue, pumping my lips. My throat muscles functioned as I went about devouring him. I could feel the palpitations of his cockhead while it embedded in my throat. I rubbed the stem of his heavy thing, administering additional saliva. Clamoring need beat against my firmly clenched lips. After several frenzied moments of clutching him, he finally released my head so I could move my lips back and forth.
"That feels so good. Oh, yeah, suck my dick, suck it good. Let me fuck that mouth. Yeah, let me jam your throat, doll. Going so deep, ahhhhh. Blow me, eat it, work that mouth up and down that cock. Make that dick juicy. Oh, yeah, so fucking good. You know what you're doing, doll, you know how to make a man feel good. Ahhhhhhhh. I don't want you to stop-I want you to keep sucking it. I want to stay in your mouth. My balls are tingling, churning with cum. You're going to have so much to swallow when I shoot, and you're going to gulp it all down. Yeah."
His measure of hot talk set my hormones in motion. I liked hearing how much he enjoyed what I did. I sucked and sucked on him, feeling his cock get all the more stiff. I made tiny, squealing noises as I absorbed him with my sexy lips. My red hair thrashed against him, whipping his aroused body. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. He benefited from some of my best oral moves.
I determined his joy would not be complete without a little tit massage. While sucking his cock, I managed to wrap my large, fleshy globes around him. He fit smoothly in the groove. Up and down I went, rubbing those exquisitely soft boobs of mine against his excited dick. My lips stayed on the head, pulling and enticing, while my tongue circled and pressed into his cumhole.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Yeah, doll. Do more of that. Give me more. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
He rocked himself to me, shoving himself in and out of the tit tent I made. My saliva served as lubricant, permitting him easy access. I enveloped his pulsing engorgement, thrilled by its wild beat. My lips were fastened to his bulbous head, anchored right under the heavy rim. I sucked him harder and harder, imploring that he explode.
"Tits feel so good," he said. "Oh, yeah. I want to fuck those tits." He jerked back and forth, sawing right through them, obtaining pleasure from that manufactured friction. "Want to slide my dick through those tits."
He didn't seem like he could stand much longer. I worked him until his knees started to buckle. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth any second. I sucked faster, harder, willing him to discharge. Nothing would have given me greater joy than those dense spurts of jism jetting against my tongue. My mewls communicated that. My face twisted from one side to the other, downing his cock. Mmmmmm. I wanted him to cum, wanted him to shoot.
I squeezed my tits around that cock, aiming the erect nipples at his throbbing bulk. Those nubs looked like they dispensed tiny shocks to his system. He looked singed from each jab.
Cum for me, baby, I silently moaned. Cum for me. Cum for me!
All at once, he grasped my head and yanked me away from his dick. I let out a start, amazed me would have me stop just before he erupted. His cock was red and juicy from my spit. I stared at that shaft dripping with my saliva.
"God," I murmured, my throat aching from having that thing crammed into it, then abruptly removed. "No, I want to finish."
He didn't give a moment's answer. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me, then seized me with shaking hands. I was taken by the hips and turned until my ass faced the direction of his throbbing cock. He made no effort to be gentle-he was burning with fever. The urge to fuck me was imperative. He couldn't contain that impulse a second longer. He had a fireball in his dick.
I was on all fours, panting with excitement. I wanted to fuck him, but had no time to prepare myself. Sure, my pussy as wet-I was aroused through every phase of sucking him. The sight of his large cock made me weak with want. The moisture between my legs and the remnants of his last explosion seemed sufficient lubrication.
Doing me doggie-style, however, was not his intention. What Woody yearned for was more erotic. He put the tip of his saliva-drenched cock by my anus and pushed.
"Oh, Woody," I cried out, clawing the hard wood floor. That blunt edge was so hard, so startling, I thought I was going to faint.
"I want it in your ass, doll," he grunted, sending more of his solid dick through my butt hole. "I thought about it while you were sucking me, watching it bob in the wind as you moved your whole body." He sank that throbbing mass into my buns, quivering. "Jesus, you're so fucking hot. Those men sure have it made, passing around the-likes of you."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." I was lightheaded as that thing nearly split me in half. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to be fucked in the ass while getting impaled. Cocks the size of Woody's weren't comfortable in there unless I was really excited. "Oh, God." I clenched my teeth, trembling.
"It's okay, doll, it'll feel good. I'll make it feel good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh, Woody, you're so big."
"Relax, loosen up for me. Let me all in. Yeah, let me into your tight, sweet ass."
He kept dragging me toward him, sinking into my hot crevice. I moaned again and again, then saw his wisdom. It started to feel really good.
At last, his balls were up against my ass cheeks. Woody fit nicely in my asshole. I slid into my elbows, placing demand on them, then lifted myself to the point of his cock while easing back into my ass. Ohhhhhhhhh! I moved forward and backward, sobbing with pleasure. My asshole was crushing him, feeding him squishy tightness. His resounding gasps informed me the experience was quite gratifying for him. He liked jamming my butt with that stiff cock.
"Fuck me," I whimpered. "Fuck my ass."
"Yeah, it's going right in, without resistance, right down to the balls."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love it. Fuck me, keep fucking me."
His hands swirled around my body, treating my flesh to a sumptuous massage. His fingertips were tender, soothing. I shivered beneath his masculine touch. When he slid his hand under my stomach, then went over my pussy, I couldn't help but rake the hard wood floor with my nails. "Oh, Woody."
"Christ, you're sopping wet. This is really making you horny, isn't it, doll: getting fucked in the ass, having my dick up your butt."
"Yes, it feels good."
"You like it this way, taking it from the back, my cock buried in those hot cheeks, fucking you."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." He started rubbing my clit. Electricity crackled from the center of my womb. I was ill-equipped to receive that flow of pleasure. My succulent pink flesh squished between his fingers. My love button swelled beneath his intoxicating caress. I writhed, working my hips, gasping as those fingers followed. He jiggled me faster, providing me non-stop thrills.
"Oh, Woody, I'm going to cum."
"Go ahead, I want you to."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." It wasn't deliberate on my part-that stroking was incredible. The spasms tore me apart, propelling me over the edge. I contracted heavily, squeezing that cock with my inner muscles, making myself even tighter than I already was. "My God."
"It's good, I know it's good," he said huskily, bracing himself as my buttocks jerked. "You're enjoying it. I want you to, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
It took a few moments for my head to clear. I was still excited from having him in my ass. He pumped me, getting every inch he had through my anus. My saliva was all the lubrication that was necessary. I heard the wet, smacking sounds of our flesh connecting and moaned. A few seconds later, his fingers returned to my clit.
"No, don't make me cum again. I'm getting woozy," I sighed.
"Can't help myself, doll. I like watching you lose control."
He cupped my mound and worked his talented fingers. "Ohhhhhhhh, oh, Woody, yes."
I moaned as he fucked me. In and out his dick went, shoving through my buns. I was aware of every inch, every vein, every curve that went into my ass. I sobbed with delight when his balls touched my butt, signaling that his entire dick was submerged. Ohhhhhhhhh. He fucked me good and long, bringing joy with each stroke.
It helped to be jiggled. It enabled me satisfaction, having those fingers titillate my aroused clit. My moans never ceased, increasing in pitch. An impulse to make him cum seized me. I bucked back and forth, attempting to divide myself from the stimulation to make him shoot. My hips hammered at him, feeding him serious vibrations.
"Cum in me," I moaned. "Cum in me, baby, cream in my ass. I want it now, yes-fuck me with that cock and let go."
"Jesus, doll, you're wild."
"Wild to make you cum."
"Christ, if you don't stop, you're going to make me jizz."
I don't think he was prepared for the power I unleashed. I found the resources to bring his pleasure to a shattering conclusion. I gave it all I had-all I could-driving my ass at that rigid shaft, absorbing it, squeezing it, urging it to shoot.
"Christ." I felt his muscles tense against me. That animal cry, trapped in the base of his throat, finally tore from him. "Uggghhhhh, arrrgghhhh."
Hot jism poured into my bowels. I couldn't escape that heavy, flooding sensation. I moaned as he spurt, discharging himself into my ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Woody collapsed on top of me, encompassing me with those muscular arms. His chin went over my shoulder. I heard him gulping air until the spasms subsided. I wasn't in such swell shape myself; Woody had fucked my brains out.
"That was incredible, doll," he mumbled. "I really needed that. Haven't gotten laid that good in ages. Your boyfriend is one lucky man."
"I'm envious of your girlfriend. She gets that big cock of yours pretty regular, I'll bet."
"Don't have time for a girlfriend. Too busy. I just grab myself a piece of ass whenever I can."
My heart hammered. I had to be nonchalant if I wanted him to spill the truth. "Too busy? Who's keeping you occupied?"
"MacCallister. Kevin and I are both on his payroll." He halted, realizing his blunder, then shrugged. "You probably guessed it, anyway. His pal Murphy is the one on trial."
The man our boys indicated were taking bribes, I thought. I supposed that made sense. "But how did you know we were at the liquor store?"
"You were under surveillance. It was the perfect time to strike." He nuzzled my neck. "You'll keep that to yourself, though, won't you, doll? I don't want any trouble. You seem like you're a sensible girl who doesn't want trouble, either. We'll make another call to your men and get a commitment. We don't want to keep you any longer than necessary."
"You mean-you're going to release us?"
"Sure. Right after the trial's over and your men keep their yaps shut. Murphy will go free-and so will you."
"But what if Murphy is found guilty? What if there's other evidence that points to his culpability?"
Woody shook his head. "You don't want that to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"If things don't work out for Murphy-if he gets sent to prison-then we have our orders." I didn't like the sound of his voice. "Orders."
"Yeah. We've got to kill you."