Chapter 2
"Harry, quit moving, will ya."
He was moving so much Venessa was having a hard time getting a good hold on his stiff prick with her lapping mouth. Plus the fact she was stuffed under his desk.
"One second, baby,"
He felt her succulent mouth gobble his stiff cock to the balls while he reached over to flick on the intercom switch.
"Johnny, you busy."
"No, boss."
"Come in here, please."
He settled back on the leather chair and let the lovely dark-haired beauty work her lascivious tongue all over his rock-hard cock.
This kid could suck a dick. The men who called for her always came back for a second throw. She alone had made him a small fortune.
Now with his newest stud Johnny in the ranks, things would be swinging for sure. The door opened and in stepped the former football player.
"I've got your first job."
"Great boss."
Johnny couldn't help but watch the darling Venessa work her mouth so professionally on his boss', gnarled dick. It was the ugliest one he ever saw.
In the locker room back in his playing days he had seen plenty of stud's cocks but never one as ugly as this guy's. This one took the cake.
And she was loving it like it was made of gold. Her tongue strained all the way out and ran from tip to stem and then gobbled it up whole.
She snapped on it and swallowed it down like a piece of sausage and her hands fondled his sac of balls and cupped them and gently squeezed.
It brought him back to the times women were fawning over his big dick. It was legend around the league, the size of Johnny's dick, that is.
He had been on top of the world up until last year. Women couldn't get enough of his cock and he let them take as much as they pleased.
But everything changed after the bust. The commissioner had thrown him out of the league for carrying cocaine across state lines.
His name was splattered all over the papers. "Johnny Longo Busted For Coke." One sportswriter who had it in for him had a field day.
That was because once before he had clocked out the little twerp because he had written that if Johnny Longo spent more of his time on the practice field instead of the bedroom the Titans would be a better team.
"She just called. She sounds like a real lark."
Harry Lance was speaking but Johnny's eyes were glued on Venessa's bobbing head as she swallowed the mangy dick down her sweet throat.
"Johnny, are you listening to me."
"Oh yeah, boss, go ahead."
It really irked him that he had to take orders from the little twerp. Why, Johnny could crush him with one hand if he had the notion.
"She's obviously a married dame out for a wild fling. Think you can handle it?"
Johnny was licking his lips in tune to Vanessa's incredible snapping mouth. She swallowed the cock, drew it out, and then snapped her big mouth right back on it.
"Johnny!"
"Yeah boss, obviously married. Gotcha."
"You' pick her up at eight. Here's the address."
He flung a piece of paper in his direction which Johnny snapped up without looking. Vanessa had the cock embedded down her throat and was sucking like a milk pump.
"Her name is Randy. Forget the last name, it's a phony."
"Randy, yeah. Got it boss."
"She has her own car so you'll have to get there by yourself."
By myself, yeah."
He couldn't concentrate because of the sucking vamp. How the hell did the old goat keep his cool? She was jerking him off with her mouth on the tip ready to eat his load.
Johnny turned to go. He couldn't take any more.
"And remember. Let her make the first move. We don't need any lawsuits."
"Anything you say, Harry."
Harry Lance watched his prize stud leave the room. Geez, I hope the numbskull doesn't blow it and attack her. He concentrated on the bitch.
Whew, what a cocksucker! Look at her love that thing. It took Harry a full moment to realize that the gnarled monster belonged to him.
Life hadn't always been so good to Harry. No one had ever been wild about Harry. Always pushing him aside, treating him like dirt.
If his friends could only see him now, with a young, well-stacked tart biting on his hard cock, and begging him to stay still so she could suck it better.
What a mouth. It was the biggest mouth he ever saw. Perfect for what she did best. When she swallowed him whole there was still room inside there.
She sucked that cock like a popsicle. He could see and feel it poke out her dark cheeks that were heavily painted a fiery red blush of rouge.
The kid was good for about four or five bills a day. The phone never stopped ringing for her. He had trouble getting the other girls work.
He watched her snap her mouth on his dirty cock like it was a delectable dish. She treated it like it was a live thing, purring at it and lightly brushing it with her hand.
Then she snapped on it burying it in her cavernous mouth to the balls, letting go of it real fast and making it bob, then snapping back on and repeating the maddening rhythm.
"Vanessa, spread your legs on the desk."
Instantly she popped up and her tits sprung up. They were fabulous fleshy specimens. His cock hurt because it was so bloated.
She lay her meaty flanks on the desk. She was dressed in garters and high-heeled red shoes. The desk was the perfect height for him to wail into her gash.
He held her legs spread apart by the lovely shoes and rammed his pecker home. She squealed in delight and grabbed his waist with her claw-like, red-tipped fingers and pushed him into her and he almost tripped over his pants that were around his ankles.
She sucked his cock up her with her unbelievable cunt that always begged for action. She was a red-hot panter whose big black eyes seemed to be swimming in sperm.
When the head of his bloated cock banged into her womb she gushed in pleasure and began a fearful pumping motion that almost knocked Harry Lance clear off his little feet.
Harry was thinking back to the days when he wasn't a pimp, but a race track tout that had to scrounge around for meal money by the name of Harry the Hat.
They called him Harry the Hat because he was always begging for money about a sure thing that couldn't miss. Some of his horses are still looking for the finish line.
But he had always been horny. But he was so ugly and puny that he had to marry a woman that people joked had come in third at Santa Anita.
In a fit of desperation he had walked into an unemployment office and applied for a job. It was there that the person attending him gave him the idea.
"You look like just the sort of man I'm looking for."
"Really?"
That was the first time anyone had ever said that to him.
"Yes, I have this idea for an escort service."
"You want me to be an escort?"
"No, but how would you feel about running it?"
"Why don't you run it."
"I haven't got the time. Besides, my wife's a shrew and she bag me quick as a cat."
"But what do I know about escorts."
"Well, they wouldn't really be escorts."
It was then Harry started to catch on. He smelled the man's drift. He accepted the job and in a few months had managed to weasel the man out of the business.
A-few anonymous phone calls to the shrew of a wife had done the trick. Now Harry the Hat was Harry Lance and had bought the whole business for a measly 500 bucks.
Vanessa was drawing his cock up her twat like she wanted to suck in his entire little body. As it was, she was almost twice as big as him and half his age.
Of course, Harry's mind was exaggerating a bit. But looking at her awesome figure writhing on his desk and riding his mangy cock nearly made him pop a vein.
"Oooooo, Harry, give me all of that thing."
He gave her everything he had but the vixen could have taken two more cocks on very easily. He rammed her with his whole 130 pounds of old flesh and bones.
How old was she? Eighteen, nineteen, twenty tops. The kid was a born slut who was in love with the idea of being a whore. Harry couldn't tell but her dark skin suggested that she was perhaps Spanish.
He found her in a bar on Nassau St. She was a topless maid and her big tits had the men drooling and paying seven-fifty a drink. He asked her how much she made.
"Five hundred a week with tips. Plus all the cock I want."
He knew she was full of shit about making that much.
"I tell you what. I'll give you three bills working for me with a bonus at the end of the year."
"No thanks, kimosabbee."
"And all the clothes you want plus a chauffeured limo."
"Now your talkin' Daddy."
"Call me Harry."
That was about a month ago and he couldn't remember her being dressed in anything but her garter and heels the whole time. She was in the limo maybe fifteen minutes a week when you counted it all up.
But the atmosphere was much better than at the bar. It was better than fucking dudes on the dirty floor in the back room. This way she was in plush apartments and houses and met a better clientele.
She was sweaty and writhed her slippery body on the gleaming table top and directly into Harry's cock which her cunt snapped on with the ferociousness that her mouth was capable of in similar circumstances.
Harry began to think about the time she took on three dudes at the same time right in front of him. She fucked and sucked like a wild demon.
Three businessmen called and said they were on a trip. Could they order a girl? Also, they needed a place, the hotel room wasn't too cool. The boss was with them.
Harry, of course, had a back room especially for such an occasion. He told his girls to dress so they could make their pick. When they saw Vanessa the jig was up.
They only wanted her. The whore was so proud of herself she smiled and strutted her stuff into the back room. Luckily, Harry had taken the precaution of installing a two way mirror and watched the show with bulging eyes.
He thought she would insist on taking them on one at a time. So did the clients. But she unbuckled all their belts and then took off their pants.
They stood above her while she was on her knees and the cocks encircled her head . She grabbed the two at each end then buried the one in the middle down her luscious throat.
She strummed, sucked, jerked and pulled and traded off the cocks from hand to mouth until all three were bone-hard and the men were ready to attack her.
She rubbed the hard cocks on her pretty face while one bloated member slid in and out of her big mouth and she snapped it up to his balls.
She took a second cock and mashed that into her trap too, and sucked the dudes together. Harry remembered looking at himself in the mirror at that point and his bald head was glowing red.
She was mad for cock and tried like hell to stuff that third on in but there was just no room. Incensed with herself she stretched on the floor like a dog.
She bent on her hands and knees and arched her back so that her bulbous ass was raised to the wind. She took her red-tipped hands and stretched her ass cheeks to the max.
She palpitated her ass-hole in their direction which made their bloated cocks twitch and rise to an unheard of zenith. Her fingers feverishly strummed her swollen clit.
One of the men slipped underneath her and she slammed down on his cock and mashed her cunt on it and swayed on top of his balls and screeched like a mad woman.
Another went to her face and she sucked his huge pole up to the balls and practically swallowed it down her throat.
The next man raised her ass a little and brought his swollen cock to bear on the rim of her budding ass-hole. A few good pokes and the tip was in.
Her grabbed her fabulous ass cheeks and proceeded to stab her guts by driving his hard rod up her chute until his balls touched the man underneath.
While Harry was watching he had to remove his hard pecker because it was becoming numb from being stuck in his pants in that condition.
All that could be seen was the sweet, dark, writhing body of the nymph Vanessa and three pairs of balls dangling from her tan frame.
The three cocks impaled her to the max and she gobbled them in her holes until she was satisfied that her body couldn't take another inch.
And the men were wild with passion because she started a flame within them from her wanton submissiveness to their deepest desires.
The men were beside themselves with passion and ripped into her lascivious body which only had the effect of stirring her to the brink of passion.
Her lustful shrieks were muffled by the cock rammed all the way down her throat and Harry could see her snapping snatch clutch the cock up her cunt.
And her fine ass was raised to the wind to allow the man up her ass-hole to have free play and dive his red-hot pecker into her accepting poop chute.
Harry was beside himself. Not only during the lurid event but anytime it happened to come to mind, which was always because the bobbing Vanessa was always around as an eyeful reminder of the event.
As his dick kept getting swallowed up her magnificent snatch the thought of the three men reaming her shot in and out of Ms fevered brain.
He could never get enough of the bitch and besides that he loved to watch her fuck because she so obviously enjoyed it and she lived for love.
"Ooooo, Harry, I love that dick of yours."
If only he could answer. He'd tell her that if he had met her twenty years ago he would be a dried-up prune of a man by now from her furious love-making.
But as he pumped her, or rather she engulfed him, the memory of those three dudes on top of her burned in his brain.
How that guy up her ass pumped the shit out of her! It was a sight that would've set Caligula on fire from the mere sight of the submissive wanton whore.
She wriggled her ass up to the man even though she was pinioned by two other cocks in her teeming holes and loved that cock in her guts.
And the man was so passionate that he reamed her with everything he had and she took every thunderous blow like it was manna from heaven.
Of course, the dude in her ass was the first to blow from the tightness of the fit that gripped his cock and made a perfect form for his plunging dick. She murmured in heat from the feel of his scum inside her hot body.
In another second the dude in her cunt let loose with a bevy of sperm and she was drenched in baby batter and worked on the cock in her mouth with fabulous fury.
She gobbled his staunch tool completely down her ample throat and sucked like a demon to get at that come she wanted to taste so bad.
And when he pumped his sperm into her mouth she opened wide so he could see his charge landing on her tongue and her swallowing down every drop.
The thought of the lovely whore covered with sperm was bringing the veins out on Harry's temple and he was getting ready to paint her with another load of sperm that would rival that of the three dudes.
But he was determined to keep his cock buried up her pole hard until the very last and controlled his fabulous passion that Vanessa was bringing to a boil.
So he thought of other things that would help him keep his load so he could more enjoy the fuck that he was leveling into the horny bitch.
She lived for cock. A born whore. And that was just ducky to Harry because he had never had anything so beautiful in his entire life.
It had taken him almost fifty years to get a piece of tail like this on the end of his dick and he made every orgasm a momentous event.
He took his time and let his turgid cock nestle inside her vacuumous cunt but it was no go. She had a cunt that literally swallowed your prick.
He thought of that pea-brain Johnny Longo and hoped that he didn't botch his first assignment. God, he was the dumbest thing Harry had ever seen.
Of course, the women were wild about those types. They loved charges that seemed to be so dumb. It meant that their cocks were that much more powerful.
Randy Mucker, indeed. Where the hell did she dream up a name like that. And to think she fell for the line about it being her maiden name.
Oh well, there was some sucker of a husband walking the street while his wife was going to get dorked good and proper by the well hung ex-football star who had thrown away a marvelous career because of tarts and drugs. Difficult for Harry Lance to keep his pecker quiet.
Finally he had to draw it out for a while, which was no easy effort for the damned tart fought like a clam to keep it buried inside her hot snatch.
But he managed to pull his rod to safety and entertain himself by running his hot shaft on her luscious cunt lips and watch them spasm in delight.
She was moaning and gyrating like a fired-up whore and her pleas to be fucked were enough to make Harry blow a copious load right then and there.
With a tremendous effort of will he sustained his charge and then raised her legs as high as her heavy frame would let him and made his way to her pert, brown hole.
When he darted the cockhead in that beautiful hole the whore gasped in untold pleasure and his balls boiled to let loose his steamy load. '
He tried thinking of baseball and football and horses and his ugly wife that he ran out on so that he wouldn't come so soon.
But Vanessa's beautiful ass-hole drove him wild. And she was holding tight and sucking his hot, hard cock up into her fiery loins and pumping.
His heart was beating like a time bomb and he felt that if he held his load any longer he would surely have a heart attack and that would be a helluva way to go.
Once again his thoughts flashed back to the three dudes that worked her over and how she seemed to be swimming in sperm when they blasted her with their hot batter.
What a friggen tramp! She writhed in heavenly pleasure when she had drawn out every inch of their big loads and they had drenched her in their warm goo.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to hold his powerful blow for one last moment to enjoy the full flavor of the fabulous tramp writhing underneath him.
My God, she must have been fucked dozen of times already today and she was still pining like the devil for his ugly cock and begging him for her to have it.
He didn't even have to move his rigid pecker inside her. Her mammoth convulsions from her spasming insides was enough of a rhythm to keep him on the verge.
She spread her legs like a horny bitch in heat. Her gaping cunt made a magnificent sight as his cock remained buried bone-deep up her vivacious, palpitating, sweet ass-hole on his rigid cock and get different kinds of views of her lovely red gash.
What a cunt! It begged for cock just from the mere sight of it. You could tell that it was one of those kind of snatches that was born to fuck constantly.
It was no use. He couldn't hold his blow a minute longer. So her bent on top of her plump, dark flesh and took a good hold on her tits.
Naturally, she only squealed in delight as he tore into her fleshy bulbs as if to rip them off and start a feverish rhythm with his dick in her ass.
Her eyes were rolling in her head like she had been in the army six months without getting fucked the whole time. If it had been fifteen minutes since her last charge that was all it could be.
She begged him like a hot tramp to pour his cock deep inside her.
"Harry, gimme it. Gimme more!"
He couldn't talk and concentrate on pulverizing her at the same time. The beads of sweat were running off his brow and his glasses were fogged.
What an unbelievable twat this one was. He didn't know whether to curse his luck or bless himself for finding such a wanton whore.
She would either kill him or make twice as old as his forty-nine years in a matter of months. She would never die, this one, she'd live forever.
Oh, her body would die, of course, but her spirit never. It would merely be passed on to another body and someone else would take up her cudgel.
She was right out of the Garden of Eden. If this was what Adam had to confront it was no wonder the race was doomed to a fiery holocaust.
He was plunging his dick way up her ass and then withdrawing it to the tip to give her a full feel of his ramming pecker that sought to split her in two.
But there was nothing that could split this bitch. Her body was clay-like and pliable and could probably entertain a horse cock without any trouble whatsoever.
So Harry held onto her tits for dear life with her ass raised to the sky and belted her bowels with every last inch of his ugly pecker.
And her ass-hole clutched it. He came oodles of sperm that was merely sucked up her writhing body like it was just a small drop. He had to rest to stop from having a seizure.