WHITE SLAVE Part 3

Chris O’Brien took a glance around her, the plush red velvet draperies, the crystal chandelier casting glimmers of light over the potted palms in the corners of the restaurants… and wondered why she had been so reluctant to give up a night alone in her dumpy apartment for a French meal at Fisherman’s Wharf overlooking the San Francisco Bay.
She glanced around the restaurant again. The lights were low, the atmosphere hushed. Waiters moved across the deep carpet as quietly as cats. And Francois, her date for the evening, with his lean, handsome face, his classic features, the touch of gray at his temples that made him look even more distinguished than his accent could attest to. He’d sat opposite of her, choosing the perfect wine to go with the perfect meal he would select. Yes, Chris thought, there was no reason for her being so afraid when he’d come to the door.
She would try to act the lady, conversing fluently in French with this mysteriously good-looking gentleman, and remember her etiquette, squeezing her lemon with the prongs of the fork, dipping the soup spoon away instead of towards you… those tiny, yet consequential vignettes of cuisine that separated the more sophisticated from the lesser. And when the Chateaubriand for two would be served, she would not stuff herself, though it had been two weeks since she’d anything as delectable as a piece of piping hot meat steaming in front of her.
Between sips of her Fuisse Pouissy, Chris and Francois stared out over the blackened night, watching the ships slip by announced only by the low throaty moan of the fog horn. He’d been in merchant marine at one time, he told her through his mellifluously enunciated accent, and since then had made yearly trips back to the old sea port by the bay where he’s spent many a memorable evening parading up and down Broadway Street, watching the pimps, the barkers, and the prostitutes.
He asked about her background; the obvious questions a man who’s paid for an evening of womanly companionship wants to know. Had she traveled? Had she gone to school? And through it all, he hadn’t pried, hadn’t insinuated or demanded.
Even when he walked her to her door, he had remained a perfect gentleman, kissing her hand delicately and wishing her a good evening’s rest. Chris went to bed that evening of a full stomach and a prayer in her heart for Sandy. Sandy, maybe this once I misjudged you. A free meal and a few drinks, and I’ll be out of this mess you got us into. Yes, maybe for once you were right, Sandy.

*****

Stories below, Margaret Sorenson completed her nightly ritual of watching Johnie Carson on television while sipping a small glass of sherry. On the kitchen table sat two place settings; only one of them used. Roger had not shown up for dinner, despite the note of invitation she’d tacked to his door. When she had gone down to investigate at eight o’clock, just as she’d taken the roast out of the oven for the second time, she’d heard the unmistakable grunts and groans of lovemaking.
Roger was cheating on her again, she sniffed, blinking back a tear. Didn’t it matter she loved him? Didn’t he care after all she’d done for him? And the pain to think she’d let him take advantage of her like that… forcing her to use her mouth on him like some common whore.
Well, let him have his whores, his fast women who had to sell their bodies to stay alive. At least she still had her dignity, she resolved, getting up to switch off the television set and turning off the light, her apple cheeks reddened, partly from the sherry, and partly from the fury of her emotions.
Margaret Sorenson was a proud woman. No landlord could take advantage of her like that and get away with it. She would have her revenge. Time was on her side.
The stereo ground out an old Beatle’s tune, slowing now and then with the power failures typical of poorly wired urban apartment buildings. It may have been two high school girls dressing for their first dates, judging from the excitement and expectations, matching lipstick and nail polish, changing stockings and shoes.
“... It all went well last night then?” asked Sandy, stroking the hair brush through her long, thick locks.
“Perfect. Just perfect! In fact,” confessed Chris poking an earring through her pierced ear, “he was a real doll. Very mature and dignified and he didn’t even try to kiss me! God, maybe I have bad breath or something,” she chuckled, never loosing sight of her profile in the dressing mirror.
“That could almost get to be a drag,” mused Sandy, with raised eyebrows. “That has never happened to me, so I wouldn’t know.”
Chris snapped the earring shut. “Tell me about it, Sandy,” she said light-heartedly, but with a sting of sarcasm.
“Come on. I can’t help it if I like to make love. It’s the neatest thing in the world. Can you think of anything that feels any better?”
Chris laughed. “Its been so long I couldn’t say…”
Sandy turned from her girlfriend and searched through her big leather bag until she found the foil-wrapped packet she had stashed there for emergencies. Actually, it was Roger’s idea, but she had to agree it was a good one. “Chris, come on, this will get you in a party mood.”
Chris looked up, saw that Sandy was holding a lighted cigarette in her hand. She held the lighted stick of marijuana in offering and Chris accepted it, though reluctantly. Too many times she’d let herself loose control while stoned; it was a vice she had grown wary of.
“I’m no sure…”
“Don’t be such a prude!” chided Sandy, taking a deep puff herself. “Here, smoke a little. C’mon.” She held the hand-rolled cigarette to Chris’ lips; first the blonde turned away, but then when it was obvious that Sandy would persist, she reluctantly took one tiny puff. A tingle of warmth followed the sweet-smelling smoke down her throat and along the nerve channels of her body; just the one puff was enough to bring a wave of relaxation to her excited body. She felt her mind loosen as if obeying some secret command; another, deeper drag followed, then still another…
Soon, in minutes, or in hours, they had finished the joint and Sandy had produced another from her tin foil packet. Chris didn’t hesitate this time; the nerve-soothing drug seemed to answer a deep inner need, and the inbred instinct to resist it had been destroyed.
“There, you feel more like partyin’ now without getting goose bumps?” Sandy asked her shy friend.
Chris nodded. “Yes, thanks. I feel a lot… a lot better now.” Her words were beginning to blur together, and she hesitated at places that needed no pause.
“Now about tonight. We’re getting paid one hundred dollars each since this is a private party that Roger is giving for some business friends. Is that cool with you?” asked the brunette watching her friends eyes sparkle with dollar signs.
“That sounds okay to me!” burst Sandy, stepping into her platform shoes. She always waited ‘til the last minute to put them on out of consideration for the neighbors below who had to listen to the heavy clump, clump of her wooden heels. Bending over to secure the straps and buckle the tiny metal fastener at her slim ankle, Chris lost her balance and fell on her buttocks, with a groan.
Sandy looked down at her stoned friend. “For God’s sakes, Chris, get your act together. We’re supposed to be calm and sophisticated debutantes, remember? Not a couple of burned out hippies.”
“All right, all right,” snapped Chris defensively before bursting into giggles.
Sandy headed toward the living room and called over her shoulder to Chris, still in her bedroom. “Why don’t you make yourself a cup of coffee! I’m going down to see if everything is cool with Roger.” The door slammed behind her and Chris, kicking off her uncomfortable shoes, padded in her level bare feet to the kitchen.
“Roger!” Sandy knocked on the door and was greeted on the second knock, but she didn’t step in; there wasn’t time.
“Howdy, Sandy. Everything set?”
“Just like you said. A few pulls on the grass and she’s ready for anything. Grass does that to her.” Sandy leaned against the door jam and stared at a scrawled note that lay on the doormat. Stooping over, she picked it up and handed it to Roger. “Looks like this is for you. Must have blown off the door.”
“Thanks,” said the landlord, scanning the pencil-written note. His eyes narrowed disconcertedly, a gesture Sandy did not fail to notice.
“What’s the matter? Somebody’s tub overflow?” she giggled.
“Naw. It’s from Margaret… she lives upstairs from me. Christ, I wish she would stop nagging me. Goddamn women, can’t leave me alone,” he chuckled egocentrically. “Ah,” he sneered. “She’s just a dumb immigrant from the old country,” he said, mimicking Margaret’s Swedish accent.
“Anyway, I came down to see if everything’s okay. I’m sure I can handle those friends of yours, but I’m not too sure about Chris. She’s pretty shy, you know.”
“Just keep gettin’ her loaded. She’ll be okay.”
He kissed her on the forehead and she sauntered down the musty smelling hallway, passing by door after door, hearing muffled sounds of the evening news, mixed with low conversation and the heady smell of dinner wafting out from under closed doors. Sandy had one hand on the railing when something behind her made her jump.
Appearing from nowhere — she had to be hiding in the hall to go unnoticed — Sandy spied a blonde haired woman, mature and buxom in her tight fitting cotton dress. Smiling, Sandy turned to greet her, to say hello, but the woman stiffened and brushed on by, her mouth turned down in a hateful grimace at the sight of the young black haired girl who’d replaced her in Roger’s life.
Margaret’s low-heeled shoes pounded rhythmically on the threadbare carpeting of the steps, then silenced as she reached the hallway above and charged for the quiet of her modest apartment. The tears she’s struggled to hold within burst free and she collapsed on her bed.
She’d heard it all. So that’s what Roger thought of her? A stupid Swede from the old country. Margaret took one loving glance at Sandor’s photograph and plotted her revenge. And, she the goods on him, she mused with a sudden taste for retaliation. In the last three days that she’d been following him, she learned enough about him to make a complaint to somebody. Who, she wasn’t certain of, but there had to be laws against pandering women and reading other people’s mail as she’d seen him do through the window of his living room where she’d stood on the fire escape.

*****
Chris’ mouth just sort of hung open for a minute as she mindlessly climbed the last of the carpeted steps and walked into Roger’s apartment where the blaring sounds of music could be heard, along with the wafting smell of sweet-smelling hashish being burned in a pipe. “You didn’t say anything about dope, Sandy. You know what happens to me when I get stoned. I loose control and do things I shouldn’t. I don’t want these men to think I’m a common whore.”
Suddenly there was a tall, well dressed Spanish-looking man standing before her, looking very grim at first, but quickly smiling warmly. “Hello, I’m Jose. You must be Chris.”
“Yes… uh, how do you do?” she managed weakly.
Before either of them could speak again, there was a loud booming bass-drum of a voice from inside. “Bring ‘em on in, Jose! The party’s on in here!” They were quickly hustled to the living room in the back where Roger had replaced the normal lightbulbs for red ones. Chris was astonished to see that she and Sandy were the only women at the party. In the living room several men — she couldn’t count — sat around smoking hashish and cigarettes. Jose introduced the girls to each man individually.
One man, taller then the others, held out his hand and Chris took it instinctively. His name was Neil. Typical of the Spanish, he had large brown eyes and perfect white teeth. Chris’ grimace faded to a slow growing smile. These men looked undemanding and well-dressed; there was no reason for her to feel like a cheap date. Whatever happened would be worth it, wouldn’t it? After tonight, she could forget about paying the rent, forget about having to find a job; and for all that she’d do anything.
“Let me get you a drink,” Jose offered, heading for the kitchenette to pour two glasses of wine for the girls. Chris felt uncomfortably like a harem girl on the sale block, but she resigned herself to enduring it. There were whispered asides and chuckles from some of the men who sat busily eyeing the two girls. The opinions of a bunch of strangers meant nothing to her, not in the face making one hundred dollars for being sociable!
She moved without thinking, following the others like a dumb steer in a moving herd; and when she was called upon to speak, she opened her mouth and somehow, the words came out. Another joint was making the rounds, a different kind this time, something one of the Mexican men pulled out of his jacket. Chris dutifully took her puff in turn, and nearly choked at the incredible potency of this grass. Jesus, it was nothing like the other! This was so strong it made her dizzy as she held it in her lungs!

*****

Whatever it was that happened next, in the next hour — or was it two hours? — is anybody’s guess, for surely Chris will never know. All she remembers now is that she took another drag from the tiny tightly-rolled joint with the pinpoint of glowing red ember on the end, and before she knew it, the room had changed. Some of the men had left, gone were the soft red lamps, and in their place was an unused bedroom, strewn and soiled and cigarette-burned mattresses, lighted with three candles jammed into the necks of empty wine bottles; it looked more like a fraternity house, she later mused, than an adult’s apartment.
Sandy was there, and both of the Mexican men — Jose and Neil — and three other men from the party, one she remembered. Doug. Just she and Sandy and five men!
I must be going nuts! What am I doing in this room with these people? And smoking grass, I’ve never been so loaded in my life. Have I completely lost my mind?
“Here, honey, try some,” said a voice. It was Sandy, holding what looked like a tiny silver spoon between her fingers, filled with some powdery grains.
“What is it?” she asked. “I don’t need anything more except for a cup of strong coffee.”
“This is far better than coffee, honey,” laughed one of the men. “It’s cocaine.”
Chris drew in her breath. “Oh no,” she gasped. “I’ve had enough.”
Sandy squeezed her shoulder affectionately. “Chris, it’s not hard stuff. In fact, it’s not addictive at all. It’ll make you feel a lot better, clear your head. It’s really good for making you think clearly. Go ahead, just sniff it up your nose and hold it, and don’t sneeze, it you can help it.”
Sandy held the miniature spoon under her nostril and Chris, finally, breathed it up into her sinuses, but she wasn’t prepared for what she experienced. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, everything intensified, all her thoughts seemed ordered and well-contained. And this room, this whole scene, seemed somehow under control, as if nothing could happen to her because she knew what was going on and was in control of every second. It was weird, wonderfully weird, the feeling of exhilaration and power and confidence that that one sniff of the powder had given her.
But there was something else, something Sandy and the others knew about, but Chris had yet to learn. Another of the interesting side effects of cocaine, and effect the boys and Sandy were quite looking forward to… cocaine is one of nature’s best aphrodisiacs! With a little coke… man, the feelings! Jose’s people had a saying, “A little coke makes any cock bigger!” and it was true, nothing heightened the feelings and the sensations of fucking better! What Chris didn’t realize was that she had just inhaled enough into her brain to turn her into a helpless, uncontrolled sex-machine!
Chris was wearing a yellow jumpsuit that perfectly set off the beautiful curves of her long trim thighs and calves, and she had risen to her feet, a little unsteadily at first from the feeling of exhilaration of the coke, and was weaving slowly and gently to to the sound of recorded music from the large speakers in Roger’s living room beyond. Like every room in the house, the bedroom was wired for music.
Chris felt lightheaded, as if she would float off the edge of the chair if she didn’t hold on. She became fascinated with the red shadows cast by the red lightbulbs.
Swaying smoothly from side to side, Sandy reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her garment. She pulled slowly on the zipper of the jumpsuit, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her clothes before these strangers. Chris, like the two men beside her, was entranced, mesmerized by what her roommate was about to do. Sandy was a fantastic dancer, and Chris never wearied of watching her perform, whether it was in front of a bedroom mirror or in public. The girl definitely had a gift for rhythm.
The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. The brunette’s hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as the two men and Chris looked on excitedly. She tossed her long black hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music.
She eased the zipper down to her navel exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the two Mexicans breathing quickly and heavily. Her ripely full young breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her garment peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of warm flesh. One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. Jose and Neil’s eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping before their eyes, stripping herself to her ripe, full nakedness. But best of all, she was going to be theirs for fucking. Jose and Neil knew why this had been planned — they’d have to be fools not to know this whole thing was set up to be nothing more that the Roman coliseum spectacles, Nubian savages hauled to Rome to amuse the funseekers. This was what was expected of them, and they knew it, but it didn’t matter — not with a couple of chicks like this! Neither of them had had college girls before, and to start with one like this brunette, Christ, it was too good to be true. Who cared who saw it! They’d give them a show, all right, show these other men what a real man could do with a hot-blooded girl like this. Yes sir, they’d give them a show they’d never forget!
Jose could feel his cock already aching painfully inside his pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to penetrate this lovely creature. He tried to imagine what her pussy would be like… wet and soft, pink and warm and vulnerable… just waiting for his long, hard, big brown cock to fill her like she’d never been filled before.
Sandy lifted one softly firm breast with her hand, just enough to feel its full voluptuousness as it stood taut, high and quivering from the touch of her own fingers slowly flowing caressingly over the warmly supple flesh. Her gleaming tits seemed to be swirling in a dance of their own, shivering with the beat of the music as it wafted from the wall-mounted speakers, inviting the two men forward as the others watched. Their eyes were agog, as Sandy urged Jose and Neil to take her throbbing nipples in their hotly wet mouths, seemingly begging them to answer the gnawing, churning animal need in her white belly — a need as old as the beginning of time.
Balancing on one foot, she tugged the jumpsuit down to her ankles and yanked it off, then removed the other side, leaving nothing but her little pink panties between the eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness. Chris was staring, watching with eyes that saw but did not believe. Sandy’s tiny panties were not enough to cover completely her magnificently formed buttocks, as she spun slowly around before them, they could all see where the long flowing curve of her smoothly unblemished back soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching fleshy swell of her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory white cheek was nakedly revealed beneath the taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, her two dimples peered back at them like warm, black eyes at the tip of her spine.
Except for the sound of the music, there wasn’t a noise to be heard in the stuffy, close room as the drugged girl ground her ripely flaring hips back and forth at her hypnotized audience, daring anyone to yank the thin filmy panties down from her slender young waist, over the tenderly sensitive flesh of her smooth inner thighs. Her fingers hooked in the tight band of her panties, and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full ripe swell of her buttocks, her back demurely turned like a professional stripper might, and her ass poked out in jaunty invitation toward the perspiring audience.
They gasped aloud, all of them, at their first real glimpse of the gorgeous young white girl’s warmly naked ass, the glow of light form the candles reflecting as if in a mirror on the smoothly gleaming flesh of her full rounded mounds. Slowly, she rolled the panties down over the firmly jutting cheeks of her ass, stretching them as they tightened in the crevice beneath the smooth curve of her bottom-cheeks, where the soft swell joined her milky thighs. She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the two Mexicans, rotating it lustily in an unmistakable lewd sexual invitation.
She revelled in what she was doing — offering herself bodily to two Mexicans, right here in her landlord’s apartment! The wicked, forbidden thrill of it all wildly excited her, and she hungered for their huge brown pricks inside of her, fucked hard and deep between her white milky thighs.
She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin mounds apart, obscenely displaying the tightly puckered little brown ring of her anus, the taut nether ring opening and closing as she tensed the strong muscles in her ass. Over the whispered, excited mumblings of the three other men, Jose and Neil’s heavy breathing drowned out all other sounds in the small candle-lit room. Nothing was in their minds now except the hotly beckoning little hole of the young brunette’s anus, puckered open like a small taut mouth just waiting for the long stiff lengths of their aching cocks to bore deep up into her insides, to tunnel into her back hole like miners searching for gold.
Sandy’s nakedly gleaming ass rotated on its own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned back around, facing the two Mexicans, seemingly mindless of her friend. Chris, sitting stupefied to her right and stoned out of her mind from the powerful combination of marijuana and cocaine, watching everything with glazed, unbelieving eyes. With both hands, Sandy lifted the bountiful fullness of her breasts, offering them wordlessly to the two brown men. Jose and Neil were the only men standing now; the other men had retreated to the living room, their hands in their laps to conceal their aching hard-ons as they watched this nakedly luscious white girl offer herself like a slave to the boys. They had not paid for the right to enjoy these two girls, much to their chagrin. But fair was fair, after all.
Now Sandy tantalizingly opened her palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of flesh warmly gleaming in the candle light. With her thumbs, she caught the elastic band of her panties, now covering only the soft thicket of pubic hair at the bottom of her pelvis, and the moistly heated pink lips beneath. Her thighs parted as she lowered the filmy nylon garment like a flat of unconditional surrender, nakedly exposing the vee at the top of her supple thighs in the flickering candlelight of that heated room. She continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her bare legs; then she stepped out of them and tossed them at Jose’s feet.
In the closed room, the air was suddenly charged as if by lightning bolts; she was no completely naked before the two Mexican men and the men peeking around the door jam from the living room. There was nothing left to the imagination. Chris was shocked back to reality; she tried to look away, to hide her face from this wanton spectacle, as if it was wrong for her to be there, to see her friend degrade herself this way. But the incredible combination of marijuana and cocaine once again asserted its grip on her — she couldn’t look away! She was drawn back to the salacious scene as if by some ancient black magic ritual, to the wickedly exciting vision of her old friend stripped naked like this in front of these men, two of them weren’t even Americans!
Sandy opened her legs, giving the closest ones, Jose and Neil, an unobstructed view of her nakedly unguarded cuntal hole and her puckered pussy lips moistly glistening with her own love juices. There was a sudden rustling as the three heated men from the living room made a mad dash, shuffling for positions on the mattresses, maneuvering for a better glimpse of this brunette’s lewd dance. Next time they would know better; when Roger said he had two hot ones, he meant hot!
“Bet you’d like some of that, huh, Neil?” shouted one hootingly.
“You better believe it, brother,” came his fast, unruffled reply. He knew what they were thinking… but to hell with all of them! He was going to get some white pussy tonight, and it suited him all the better that these other men would bear witness. This way, nobody would ever doubt his story, and besides, he liked the idea of others watching as one of their friends got fucked.
Sandy leaned backwards, scraping her long lustrous hair to the floor as she swept her head wildly from side to side. The tempo of the music from the speakers had suddenly picked up and with it, Sandy’s savagely wanton dance grew more and more frantic, flickering colors radiated from the melting candles to cast a thousand different multi-colored shadows along the warmly gleaming curves and valleys of her ripe young body.
With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and slipped them down over her body into the warm crevice between her parted thighs. Her fingers spread the pink ragged lips of her pussy as she leaned back, opening the moistly hot passage to the hungry stares of all five men.
Jose could take it no longer — not that he was any more excited than his friend Neil, it was just simply that Jose was too far gone from the cocaine and grass to respond as quickly and he stood mesmerized by the girl’s writhing passion. But not Jose! In what seemed less than an instant, he moved in close to the nakedly dancing girl, unbuttoning his trousers and dropping them to the floor as he stepped clear of them.
Baby, oh, baby, this here cock of mine is goin’ so deep inside your sweet littl’ white ass you’ll think it’s comin’ out the top of your head!
“Come here, baby. I’ve got some good, good meat for you!” And as he spoke, he pulled off his undershorts and yanked them down his muscular brown legs. His enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, hard and gleaming along its full thick length. Sandy looked only at his huge, frightening cock, sticking out from his rock-hard loins like a flag staff from the side of a building. And suddenly she was afraid… It’ll kill me! I’ve never seen a cock so huge! I could never take that thing up inside me!
He circled her like a lion stalking his prey, sizing up her youthfully firm nakedness, exploring with his hungry eyes every inch, every crevice of her deliciously ripe young body. She trembled as she anticipated what was next, fearful literally for her life as she stared in horrified fascination at the awesome symbol of his manhood rising from his sweating pelvis like some vicious weapon. His brown muscles rippled as he moved, obviously he was in excellent physical condition, probably a weight lifter or a physical fitness nut. She couldn’t see an ounce of flab anywhere on his body, his legs and arms were thick and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed muscles. He had the look of power about him, and Sandy suddenly had the terrifying feeling that she was going to be raped by an animal, that his awesome sexual energy was somehow linked to that untapped forbidding well of animal passion, the jungles of the Amazon itself.
He could feel his balls aching with desire as he looked over the naked young girl; he’d never seen one so beautiful before, as he’d only been in the states a few days.
“Oh honey, I’m going to fuck you, sweet white bitch, like you’ve never been fucked before, you little Gringo! I’m gonna make you wish you’d been born brown like me so you could have had me all your life!”
He wished he could see into the other girl’s mind, know what she must be thinking as she watched her girl friend about to get fucked by a Mexican. Shit, she was probably soaked between her legs just from looking at his cock! Wait ‘til she sees it goin’ in nice and easy, all wet and slick and hard, sunk to the hilt in this white bitch’s cunt!
“Down on your knees, bitch! I got something I want first… you take care of me, and I’ll do the same for you.”
Sandy obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly down on all fours at the huge naked man’s feet, her bare thighs and soft white buttocks quivering helplessly as she cringed before him awaiting his command. She was a bought woman and she knew it.
Sandy was a shivering mass of sensitized nerve endings as she knelt before him, worked into a sexual frenzy by the fury of her own lascivious striptease, and now, uncontrollably, she found herself reaching for the incredibly long shaft of his glistening brown cock; reverently, in awe, her fingers sought to touch it, to do homage to its majestic hugeness as it stood out, now fully hard and erect, like a boom of a sailing ship from his wiry loins. A minuscule seeping of his seminal fluid poised on the blood-engorged tip of the enormous organ.
He kneeled over her straddling her and wallowing in the reckless thrill of watching this brunette, sex-crazy white bitch writhing so voluptuously between his legs, her fingers gently, lovingly, wrapped around the wrist-thick shaft of his brown prick and he inched forward, on his knees now, pushing her back onto the mattress until the soft white flesh of her body was flattened beneath him. He eased forward, lasciviously rubbing his naked crotch along a trim supple length of her helplessly writhing form, his brown thighs and heavy dark balls insinuating themselves over the smooth whiteness of her translucent young skin; his buttocks pressed down onto the smoothly rounded nakedness of the white Gringo’s bare breasts and he could feel the tiny pink tips of her hard little nipples rubbing against his ass as she squirmed in nervous anticipation beneath him. He caught a glimpse of the three other men out of the corner of his vision, all of them hunched excitedly on their mattress perches, their mouths hanging open laxly as they watched this wanton spectacle unfolding before their amazed eyes. Fuck, he’d give ‘em all a show!
“Open those pretty little lips, cause I want a little cock-sucking first.”
Sandy knew better than to resist now; the man’s feelings, a long time of desire and frustration, were all reflected in his dark eyes; and suddenly, she knew this was to be a long, long night.
With one hand, he lifted her head, gripping the thick black hair and pulling her up toward his long impatiently throbbing cock. With the other, he forced the lengthy dark shaft of his danglin cock downward so that it brushed the girl’s wetly ovalled lips. He circled her mouth with the swollen dark head, brushing a thin smear of the white seminal discharge from the end of it over her lips and chin.
“Open your mouth… nice and wide!” Sandy reluctantly obeyed, though the humiliation of lewdly lying like this before her best friend and the other men was far worse than she could have ever imagined. Her mind was still reeling from the drugs, and she fantasized that she was a Mexican wife, caught as hostage by a revolting crowd of Mexican peasants. And now, as an example to the others, she was to be wantonly, inhumanely, ravished and abused… an outlet for hundreds of years of denials and frustrated repression.
Jose slipped the thick hard head of his cock along her saliva-thickened tongue and deep into her mouth, filling it completely as it snaked slowly down her throat. She clamped her lips around the huge brown cock, and then began licking wildly at the swollen, throbbing tip, swirling her tongue over the sensitive little hole at the end. In her state of drug-induced fantasizing, she felt she was still the plantation owner’s wife and that she had to do her best to please him, for she shuddered to think what those enormous brown hands of his could do to her frail body is she displeased him, refused him any favors, no matter how degrading or disgusting.
Sandy couldn’t see Chris or Neil, but she knew they would be watching as she hungrily licked and swirled her quivering pink tongue along the full brown length of his glistening cock imbedded in her mouth. It reflected the flickering candlelight as it slithered wetly from her wide-stretched, ovalled lips; every thrust forward of his kinky-haired pelvis shoved the huge throbbing cock further down her bruised throat passage. The girl explored every pore of the enormous prick, holding her fingers securely around its thick hairy base as she felt the shivers of heatedly savage desire rippling through his belly as her tongue licked the distended tip clean of its sticky seminal emissions. His deep painful thrusts became faster as she swirled her tongue tantalizingly around the throbbing head.
Jose couldn’t take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the young white girl lying so helplessly beneath him. He could feel her warmly taut breasts heaving under him, her nipples poking into the brown flesh of his ass as she breathed heavily in her wanton excitement. Her pale-pink lips were stretched grotesquely as she strained to fit the thick bulk of his brown prick buried to the hilt in her throat, gagging as she tried vainly to accommodate the hot fleshy cudgel that threatened to completely choke her any second. Her dark hair fanned out behind her like a halo; she was a white love Goddess… and she was his to do with as he pleased.
His balls rubbing over his chin, he stepped up the pace of his assault on her white face, grinding his pelvis against her until her nose was rubbing into the hairs above his cock.
It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his prick filled her tender throat hole to capacity. She waited until there was a chance, when his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back thrust, and gulped down a quick swallow of saliva and seminal juices that were almost choking her. It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed, and the thick shaft bored even deeper into her hotly working mouth. His hands were on her hips, unnecessary now for she offered him no resistance, and he was grinning broadly as he watched the naked young girl beneath his sperm-laden testicles gulping and swallowing to take in every inch of his hardened cock. He suddenly stepped up the pace faster still, ramming the full throbbing length far down her throat, as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face. He didn’t look around, but he knew his friends must be going out of their minds watching a show like this. But dammit, he’d paid enough for this little bitch to put out for him, and he was going to get his moneys worth.
Sandy caught a glimpse of Neil, standing just a few feet away. He had his cock out! It was as big as his friend Jose’s, and he looked as though he aimed to use it!
Jose suddenly jerked back as if in terrific pain, his head thrown back, his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick brown cock as far as it would go down the bruised throat of the girl, his sperm-bloated balls dangling over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face. She couldn’t breathe — the huge shaft blocked her throat and his wetly matted hair covered her nostrils like a damp cloth… and then it happened. The final act in this lascivious tableau, the ultimate humiliation. The enormous brown hose tightly imbedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its white hot load deep down into her belly, spurt after spurt of the thick fluid cascaded down her bruised throat in wet, oozing waves, soothing the battered and ravaged flesh as it drained salaciously down into her white heaving belly. Sandy’s cheeks hollowed to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips to stream down her cheek to the floor below as she lay on her back, naked and helpless, her legs apart so that the others could see far up between her thighs. They saw her naked hairlined slit, as well as the wanton sight of her milking this brown man’s balls dry. And they all found their arousal growing hotter with each passing second.
“That’s it, bitch, every drop! Suck it clean, honey!” Jose crooned, a satisfied grin on his darkly handsome face.
The pungent liquid filled her mouth as one last time she gulped it down to join the rest filling her excitedly quivering belly. He gave one last shuddering gasp, smashing his loins down against her face, smearing the hotly oozing flow around her nose and cheeks, as the huge brown organ began to soften, turning rubbery between her tightly compressed lips. He pulled it free with a lewd sucking sound, and it trailed a stream of white sticky sperm over her naked young breasts and along her belly as he rocked back onto his heels. Sandy could breathe again freely for the first time since he had crouched over her, and her bulging breasts rose and fell as she gasped hungrily to fill her aching lungs.
For the first time since he’d started fucking her, there was whispered conversation again in the dimly-lit room from the other men huddled together a few feet away, their eyes on Chris as she sat on the edge of a mattress, her eyes glazed over from the drugs.
“Well, how about you, Neil?” hooted one of the men. “Think you can top that?” Neil was standing to the side his hand already on his waiting, eagerly throbbing cock. Chris turned instinctively and gasped as she saw it, only vaguely aware that it was meant for her. She had fleeting thoughts of running, of escaping, but for the moment, she was paralyzed, unable even to stand unaided.
“Hey, honey,” came the menacing voice. Chris turned and faced its source. “Looks like you and me got somethin’ to work on.”
The befuddled young girl felt hands touch her shoulders, then her arms, and suddenly there seemed to be strong male hands all over her, pushing her, prodding her to her feet.
The jeering voices came through the darkness again, over the raucous roar of the stereo speakers. “C’mon girl, here’s your chance for some meat! Let’s see what you can do!”