“I love it,” he moaned. “I love your pussy. I’m going to fucking come!”

“Spill it on my belly,” she begged. “I want to feel it on my skin!”

He looked at her in surprise, but did as she asked. He gave another hot thrust inside her cunt and then pulled his cock out quickly. She could actually see the first spurts of his hot jism erupt over her shivering belly. She put her fingers in the thick juice and rubbed it all over her belly and tits.

“Oh my God,” Edward groaned. “What are you? I’ve never met anyone like you!”

“And you never will again,” Donna Joe told him.

CHAPTER FIVE

Donna Joe was surprised. She’d thought she would be able to stay with Edward Cross for a while. She’d thought that she had him tied around her little finger, but she was wrong. True, he lusted after her, but he was frightened by what people might say if she stayed with him.

The fright won out, so early the next morning Edward Cross gave her ten dollars and hurried her to the bus station. She was still in a daze as she watched his truck leave.

She got on the bus but still wasn’t sure what she should do. She had only ten dollars, and she knew that wouldn’t last for long. Maybe she could get a job somewhere, but she knew that would be hard.

She hadn’t noticed the name of the town where the bus had stopped, but it didn’t matter. It was a lot like the town she’d just left, or at least she thought so at first.

She noticed that there was something different about it. It had a few places that her town would have never allowed, such as topless bars and strip joints along the main street. Her town was much too “good” to allow anything like that.

Donna Joe began to feel that this might be where she belonged. The signs out in front of the strip joints advertised big, healthy-looking girls wearing very little clothing. Donna Joe compared her body to the signs and thought she might have a chance.

She walked into the first place she had seen. There was a single girl dancing on a table, and Donna Joe caught her breath. The girl was dark-haired and dressed only in a pair of tight panties and two small pasties that covered her big tits.

Well, that was what she had expected, she thought as she made her way through the crowded room to the bar. The bartender looked up at her in surprise.

“Please,” she said. “Where can I find the manager?”

“The manager is Bo Kelly. You’ll find him in the back office counting his money.”

She made her way to the back of the place and knocked on the office door. A rough voice told her to come in. She stepped inside and saw a heavy man dressed in shorts and an undershirt, counting the evening’s money.

“What do you want?” he asked without looking up.

“Please, Mr. Kelly,” she said. “I thought I might come to ask for a job.”

“Ain’t no jobs,” he said. Then he looked up and saw her, and his mouth dropped open.

“Hold on,” he said. “Don’t leave so fast.”

“You said there weren’t any jobs,” she said.

“Maybe I spoke too fast,” he said. “Maybe I can find something for a pretty girl like you. Why don’t you shut the door and come on in, honey?”

She didn’t like the tone of the man’s voice, and she didn’t like the man. Her first nervous thought was that she should run like a rabbit from a hungry fox, but she shrugged her shoulders, stepped inside and shut the door. There was no use putting it off. Sooner or later she would have to make a deal with some man like this one.

“You’re a pretty thing,” Bo said. “Good, healthy looks. Turn around.”

He made her feel like a doll on display as she did a turn for him. He licked his lips when she turned toward him again and knew what was going to happen in that room in the next few minutes. She knew what kind of deal she was going to have to make to get her job. Oddly enough, she didn’t care — she was long past feeling ashamed of what she did with her young body.

“Lock the door,” Bo said, winking his eye.

She gave him a knowing look as she turned to lock the door. She had to admit that there was something wickedly exciting about this situation. It was something she’d never dreamed she’d find herself doing. Only bad girls did things like this.

“What do you want now?” she asked.

“Well,” Bo said slowly. He hesitated, and for the first time looked a little ill at ease. “This is a strip joint. If I hire you, I got to know what I’m getting for my money.”

“You mean you want me to take my clothes off?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered. Bo looked as though he didn’t really believe she would do it. He looked shocked as she undid her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her big tits poked toward him.

“My God,” Bo whispered, “you really got a pair on you, baby!”

She didn’t answer as she slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She rolled her panties down her long, slender legs and kicked them off. She stood naked before him and let him take a good, long look. She saw his eyes move from her big tits to the thick patch of cunt hair between her creamy legs, then back again.

“Am I good enough?” she finally asked.

“Honey,” Bo said, “you’re too good. I think we should set you up for some private performances. A girl with a body like yours doesn’t have to worry about dancing. All you got to do is show it.”

“Then you’re going to hire me?” Donna Joe asked.

Donna Joe saw a hungry look come to his face. She’d known it wasn’t going to be that easy. She was going to have to do more than just take off her clothes. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to leave that room without having his cock between her legs.

“Well, it’s not that easy,” Bo said. “I mean, I have some other things to consider before I give you a job. I mean, you just walked in off the street. There are certain things we have to know about one another.”

“I think I know what kind of things you want to know,” Donna Joe said softly.

Donna Joe could feel her heart pounding. She sounded braver than she felt, but understood that it was a completely different world she was living in now.

Bo smiled as she waked toward him. She kissed him on the mouth and felt his fat tongue stab against hers. She felt his hand grab one of her tits, squeezing gently and rubbing the nipple with his thumb.

“Ummmmm,” she moaned softly. She took his hand and led him back behind his desk. He sat down in his chair and she slipped down into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed her big, soft tits against his chest. She purred like a kitten as she rubbed her tits against him and moved her shapely ass around on his lap. She felt his fat prick stiff against the naked cheeks of her ass, and felt his hand at her tit again. She didn’t find him attractive, but his groping hand made little electric tingles shoot up her spine. She knew she would enjoy getting fucked by him.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Baby, you sure know what you’re doing. You must have gotten a lot of practice with those small town boys.”

“Not really,” she said, wiggling a little more. “I guess I’m just a natural.”

“You sure are,” Bo agreed.

Bo gently pushed her away and slipped down in his chair so that his lips could reach her tits. She felt his hot, wet tongue gently brush across her aroused flesh and reached for the back of his head, puffing his face closer to her hot tits.

“Ummmmm,” she said. “Kiss my tits. I like that. Kiss my hot tits!”

His wet mouth sucked hard at her flesh. He had a big mouth, and she felt half of her big tit slip into his throat. His tongue went crazy over her nipple, and she went wild. She could sense that sweet-feeling knot in her belly.

“My cock is hurting,” Bo said.

“Ummm,” she said. “I know just what to do about that.”

She got out of his lap, knelt on the floor and found his zipper. She pulled it down and slipped her hand inside the opening. His prick was tangled in his shorts, and she’d never felt such excited heat come from a cock before.

“Ummmm,” she said quietly. “You feel so hot.”

“I am hot, baby. I’m hotter than hell!”

Donna Joe realized that Bo was one of those older men who really liked young girls. He was very turned-on, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of her big tits. His fingers excited her. She didn’t mind the way he groped at her and tweaked her aroused nipples. That only made her hotter.

“Let me take this out,” she told him as she fingered his cock.

“Oh shit yes, baby,” he said.

She untangled his cock from the underwear and pulled it out of his trousers. She circled his pulsating prick with her fingers. He was as hard as rock as she moved her hand up and down and felt his prick trying to jump out of her hand. So far she hadn’t been with a man who had gotten this excited. She moved her hand faster and saw a few pearly drops of jism on the bulbous head. “You are beautiful,” she told him.

“Kiss it, baby,” he moaned. “Kiss it if you think it’s so Goddamned beautiful!”

She moved down and kissed it. She rubbed her full lips across the bulbous head and felt the come juice on her tongue. He tasted good, better than what she had expected. She was discovering that each prick had a slightly different taste — some would be better than others. This fat man’s fat prick was very, very nice.

“Shit,” Bo groaned. “Shit, you’re making me feel crazy, baby. You’re making me feel so crazy!”

She felt crazy herself as she took the entire head of his thick cock into her mouth. She moved her tongue around the hot ridge and he pushed more of his cock into her mouth. She felt his strong hands on the back of her head.

“Come on, baby,” he moaned. “Take it deep, you little cunt! Take it all the way into your Goddamned mouth!”

He pulled on the back of her head and she knew she had no choice. She took a deep breath and sucked all of his hard cock-meat deep into her throat. She could feel his hot, pulsating cockhead rubbing the back of her throat, and she loved it. God, she knew that there was something wrong with her, but she loved it.

She began to move her head up and down, bobbing slowly and letting her tongue explore every delicious inch of his hot cock. She knew that she was driving him insane with lust, and she let her teeth scrape his sensitive ridge, knowing that it added to his excitement. She was enjoying herself as she took him to the brink, and could feel the hot power within her.

“Bitch,” he grunted. “Bitch, you’re going to make me come in your mouth. Stop it, now! Let me take my trousers off!”

She didn’t want to stop sucking him and he finally had to push her away violently, but not for very long. He quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off and sat in his chair. She took a long look at him and knew that she had never seen anyone as ugly as he in her life. He looked almost obscene with his fat belly hanging down.

Donna Joe knew he was also beautiful in a way. His fat cock stood out as hard as rock, and that was probably the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She could still taste it in her mouth. She didn’t understand it, but it made her feel like a crawling, humiliated slave-girl, willing to do anything to have it.

“All right, little bitch,” he said. “Come and get it! Crawl over her and show me what you can do with your sweet, hot mouth. Show me what a cunt you can be!”

It was true. She heard the words ring in her ears and knew she was a cunt. The only way she could enjoy sex was when a man degraded her and called her names, making himself master over her, even when it was a fat man like this one.

“Hurry the fuck up!” he said.

She crawled to him and heard his shout of joyous laughter. He held his prick out to her and she put both hands on it. She began to lick frantically at the bloated top like ice cream, and could feel her nipples swell as she grew more excited.

“That’s right, little cunt,” Bo said. “Lick my cock. Show me how much you like cock-meat. You little cunt! You bitch!”

She knew Bo realized that rough words and treatment made her work harder. She hadn’t wanted him to realize that, but it was too late. He finally understood what turned her on.

She sucked his prick deep into her mouth. He pulled her head roughly and stabbed his prick savagely between her puffy lips, then lifted her head again.

“Get down on the floor,” he said. “On your back, cunt. Do as I tell you.”

She stretched out on her back and he knelt over her. He ****** her to lick his great, hairy balls and the crack of his ass, giving instructions all the while. Each moment she felt the excitement inside of her grow more intense.

“Now my cock again, cunt,” he said. “Now I’ll show you how a woman really sucks cock!”

He crouched down and stabbed, his prick into her mouth. This time he had complete control as he pushed his cock in her sweet, wet mouth all the way to his balls. She choked, but there was nothing she could do.

She tried to control her fear and relax as he drove his cock into her mouth. She could taste his salty cock cream as it leaked down the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly as she slowly started to get into the rhythm of things.

Bo couldn’t remain in that position for very long, and finally tired of it. He went back to his chair and ****** her to get up on her hands and knees. This time she kneeled between his fat legs and took his throbbing prick into her mouth again, knowing that he was going to let her take him all the way.

“That’s it,” he said softly. “Just suck me sweet. Take that thing in your mouth and suck, me nice and gentle. I’m going to shoot my cream right in your mouth, sugar!”

She took it nice and easy, just as he wanted. Her tongue covered all of his thick cock before she sucked him into her mouth again. Then his thick cock went all the way into her throat and she began bobbing her head again.

“You sweet bitch,” he groaned. “You fucking sweet bitch! You really know how to suck a cock. You give good head, sugar. You know how to use your mouth!”

She could feel the tender swelling of his cockhead as she sucked him. She knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he shot his cream into her mouth. She moved her hand up his thighs to caress his heavy balls. She felt the pressure in his balls and moved her head faster. She let her silky hair brush against him as she worked with her lips and tongue. More of his cock cream leaked into her mouth.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “I’m going to till your fucking cunt mouth! I’m going to come! SHIIIIIT!”

His ass jerked off the chair and his thick cockhead drove deep into her mouth. She felt the hot spurt of his jism flood her mouth and couldn’t contain it all. It dripped out of the sides of her mouth and onto her chin.

She swallowed as much of it as she could and kept sucking until she knew he had been drained dry. Then she felt him slowly pull back, and his half-limp cock slipped out of her come-covered lips.

“You do good work,” he said softly. “Really good work. You deserve a little reward.”

Donna Joe wondered what kind of reward he had in mind. She looked at his limp cock and knew that he wouldn’t be able to give her what she craved, at least not for a while. Right now a fat, hard cock was what she needed. Sucking his cock had made her hot and she needed something to fill her cunt.

“What will you give me?” she asked breathlessly. “Something I think you’ll like,” he said. He reached over and pushed a button beneath his desk, and a moment later someone seemed to explode into his office.

Donna Joe hadn’t even noticed if he had come through a door, but she did notice that he was big and blond, and that his rough face was scarred from dozens of fist-fights. Donna Joe knew she had never met a man like this one.

Bo laughed when he saw the look on her face. “This is Tank, honey. I don’t know his real name. Tank is the only name I’ve ever called him by. He’s kind of big and stupid, but there are some things he does very well — like fucking and fighting.”

Donna Joe understood why Tank had been brought into the room — Bo wanted him to fuck her while he watched. It was another degrading thing, but she didn’t seem to care. Her cunt was too itchy and she needed his cock, even if Bo did have to watch.

“You want him to fuck me?” Donna Joe asked.

“Hell yes,” Bo said. “Your cunt is hot. Tank will be your reward.”

Bo laughed as Donna Joe stood. She could see the interest in Tank’s eyes, but he looked a little confused too. He looked at Bo questioningly.

“Go ahead, Tank,” Bo said, giving his approval. “Fuck her! She’s yours. And be rough, Tank, as rough as you like. The little bitch likes it rough!”

She saw a glint of frenzy in Tank’s eyes and suddenly felt afraid. This man was a little bit crazy, and he might hurt her if he became very rough. She had been excited a moment before, but now she started to back away from him.

“Look at her,” Bo said. “She’s going to play hard-to-get. You’d better catch her, Tank.”

There was no way out for Donna Joe, and Tank knew it. He watched her like a cat watches a mouse as he undressed himself. She had never seen so much hair on a man. He looked like an ape, and her eyes nearly popped out as she saw the huge, meaty cock stick up between his muscular thighs. It was huge, big enough to tear her completely in half. She’d never seen such a big cock. She swallowed nervously and tried to run for the door.

She didn’t care about running outside while naked. All she cared about was getting away from this big man. She didn’t want to be fucked by him — he would **** her!

She wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed her, pinning her against the wall with his heavy weight. She felt his big cock poke against one of her thighs.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Treat her rough,” Bo said. He stood close, and she could almost feel the touch of his breath. “Treat the little bitch rough. She likes it that way.”

She felt the gentle pressure of his cock between his legs and knew Tank intended to fuck her while she was pinned against the wall. She’d never done it standing up and didn’t think she’d like it, especially with Tank. But there was nothing she could do. His heavy weight crushed her, and she was completely helpless.

“Put it in her,” Bo urged. “Stick it in her cunt. Let’s see what kind of bitch she is!”

Donna Joe screamed with both pleasure and pain as he stabbed his thick cock between her legs. He didn’t get his cock all the way inside her cunt with the first thrust, but it stretched her cunt as it had never been stretched before. She already felt filled by cock, and his thick prick felt like it was deep in her belly.

“Give it to her all the way,” Bo urged. “Show her what a real cock feels like.”

Tank grunted as he savagely drove the rest of his big prick into her hot cunt. She screamed and tried to escape the meaty cock that stretched her pussy, but her wiggling only excited him. He was a beast, an animal with no feelings except those produced by his huge cock.

Donna Joe stopped struggling, and the pain slowly eased off. Her cunt was slowly growing used to the meaty prick, and she was lucky Tank wasn’t too rough. He waited until he could feel her moving underneath him.

“Yeah, Tank,” Bo said. “Now give it to her. Fuck her good. Drive her sweet ass through the wall!”

She turned her eyes toward Bo and saw that his cock was hard again. He was beating himself off, and there was a lusty gleam in his eyes. He was enjoying himself. No wonder he was in this kind of business, she thought. He enjoyed looking!

Tank began to move, his big cock pumping in and out of her cunt with a powerful rhythm. She felt as if she were a nail being driven into a wall by a gigantic hammer, but it didn’t hurt so much any longer. She started to feel wet and hot again.

“This is great,” Bo said, beating his meat a little faster. “This is fucking great!”

Donna Joe could feel Tank’s powerful muscles as he fucked her. Her body had relaxed completely and she was really beginning to enjoy it. Maybe Bo was right, maybe she did enjoy it more when it was a little rough.

“Fuck me,” she groaned softly. “Oh yes, Tank! I’m beginning to like it! Fuck me!”

She didn’t mind Bo’s grinning face any more. She didn’t even mind when he moved closer, so close that she could almost feel the tip of his cock against her thigh. She knew that he was going to shoot his come on her skin, but she didn’t care. It was delicious to have Tank’s big cock inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes, fuck me! On yes!”

She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Tank’s hips. She gasped as she felt his cock slip into her a little deeper. There was nothing as nice as big cock, she thought. She began to move her hips in response to his thrusting rhythm.

“You’re good,” Tank gasped. “You’re sweet. You’ve got a sweet cunt. I like to fuck!”

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “I like to fuck too. I like your big cock, Tank!”

She heard Bo pant and she turned her head to see. He was jerking his cock hard, and she could see bubbles of come on the tip. He groaned and pressed his bloated cockhead against her side, and she felt his jism spurting over her flesh.

“Bitch,” Bo grunted. “Come-covered bitch!”

She grew more excited as Tank drove his big prick into her hot cunt. She humped back hard to meet his thrusting cock, and she could feel her cunt getting wet and her own excitement growing.

“I’m coming!” she screamed. “You’re making me come! Oh God, what a big dick. WHAT A BIG FUCKING DIIICK!”

Her juices flooded his cock as she felt the pleasure spasms shake her body. Her climax seemed to excite rank a little more, and he seemed to become more of a savage with each brutal thrust.

“You cunt,” Tank grunted. “Cunt, cunt, you cunt, CUUUUUNT!”

He slammed brutally into her cunt and she felt the hot spurt of his jism fill her insides. It felt like he had gallons of it! The insides of her thighs felt sticky with his come, and drove into her cunt two more times. Then she felt him release her and his cock slipped out of her wet cunt.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly. Her legs felt cramped but she’d never felt so well-fucked.

“I think you’ve got a job,” Bo said.

CHAPTER SIX

The music was soft and sensuous as Donna Joe danced on a table in the middle of dozens of leering faces. She wore a skimpy blue halter, a pair of briefs and black high-heeled shoes with straps that wrapped around her lower leg. In one corner of the room there was a floodlight that made her body shine with dozens of different colors.

She could still hear Bo’s voice ringing in her thoughts. “Baby, I can’t put you downstairs. The police would have me locked up in a week. But I’ve got another place for you, kind of a private party with gentlemen.”

This was why she was dancing on a table in the midst of men who wore business suits and seemed to be rich. They stared at her as if she were a piece of merchandise ready to be lifted off of the store counter.

The beat of the music grew faster, and she could feel it coursing through her, turning her into the wild, savage creature that these men had paid to see.

She felt no shame. The past few days had cured her of every feeling of shame. She had been ******* by pure pleasure, and would be willing to do anything as long as she felt that pleasure.

She felt a man’s hand touch her legs and looked down. One of the grinning business-types had moved close to the table and started to feel her leg. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tank move toward the main [missing text]. He was very confident as he moved the drunk away and back to his own table. He did it so quickly that few people noticed.

It went on like that for quite a while. She had no idea of how long she’d been dancing when she felt a tap on her shoulder. A gorgeous redhead stepped up on the table and gave her a sympathetic look.

“You’ve been up here long enough, honey,” she said. “Take a break.”

She gave the redhead a look of gratitude as she stepped down from the table and fought her way through a jungle of hands to make her way back to her dressing room. She hadn’t realized how tiring dancing could be. Every muscle in her body felt tired. She wanted a cool shower and a nap.

Instead, she found a man waiting for her. He was the same one that Tank had led away from her table a few minutes before.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

The man didn’t answer, he just looked her up and down with leering eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she repeated.

“I thought I’d sample some of that stuff you were showing off out there,” he said.

“You thought you’d what?” Donna Joe asked him. She was shocked. “You get out of my room before I call for Tank again.”

“Go ahead,” the man said. “That’s how I got in here. You’ve been bought and paid for.”

She didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it. Bo wouldn’t have allowed Tank to sell her like some kind of whore!

Then she knew it was true. That was exactly what Bo would do. She was simply merchandise, here to be sold when someone wanted to buy — and this man was hot for her.

“Now you be nice,” he said. “I paid two hundred dollars for you, and I know you’re going to be worth it. I never paid that much for a woman before.”

“You get out of my room,” she said.

He tried to grab her but she pushed him away. She screamed and starting hitting him, then heard the door open and saw Tank standing there. He had an ugly look on his face as he walked toward her.

She couldn’t hit Tank. She was afraid of him. She put her hands to her sides and felt her whole body trembling.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I don’t want that man in my room.”

She never even saw his fist, but she felt it. The blow smashed the side of her head and sent her spinning into the wall. She tasted the ***** on the inside of her mouth.

Tank looked bored. “She’ll do what you want her to now,” he said softly. “Anything you want.”

“Hot damn!” the man said.

Tank walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind him. He wasn’t worried about Donna Joe — she would do as the man wanted. He was sure of her.

He was right as she was very afraid of Tank. She turned her attention back to the man.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, a resigned look in her eyes.

“Now you’re acting nice,” he said. He took a seat in one of the dressing room chairs. “First I want you to dance for me, sugar, just like outside except I want you to take your clothes off.”

There was no music but she knew he wasn’t concerned about that. He only wanted to see her lush body. She began to sway, and at the same time reached behind her back and unhooked her halter top. She held it to her tits for a few moments before she slowly let it fall away from her twin peaks.

“Jesus,” she man said. “My wife sure doesn’t have a set like that! Jesus!”

She kept swaying as she slipped out of the panties. He took a long, hungry look at the thick patch between her legs and rubbed his crotch.

“No, baby,” he said quickly. “Don’t take your shoes off. I like to see a cunt wearing high-heels. It kind of makes my ***** boil!”

She nodded and kept the shoes on as she danced for him. He didn’t seem to tire of watching her move around the room. She heard the sound of his zipper and looked up in surprise. He had fished his big cock out of his trousers and held it tightly while his eyes watched her.

“Keep dancing, baby,” he said.

He was a strange one. He seemed content to beat his own cock while he watched her move. She was tired and wished this was done. She wished she could just tell him to leave, but knew she couldn’t. She was too afraid of Tank.

“Yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Yeah. Now you come over here.”

She went to him and he put his hands on her tits.

God, she moaned to herself, don’t let it happen — don’t let me feel anything! She could already feel the tight little shivers at the back of her neck and knew it was happening again. It happened whenever a man touched her.

“You feel real nice,” he said. “I like touching your titties. You feel real nice!”

He moved his hands over her tits and down to her belly. She had to split her legs as she felt one hand on her cunt. His fingers wiggled between her legs and she shivered.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “You like having my fingers in your cunt.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I like that.”

He savagely crammed another finger into her cunt. She did like it! She liked the way his fingers moved around the inside of her cunt. She liked the way he made her wet and feel kind of weak all over.

“Sit on my prick, baby,” he told her. “Sit on my Goddamn hard prick!”

She moved forward and sat on his lap. His cock easily slipped into her tight-fitting cunt as if it had been made to fit.

“Just sit still for a moment, sugar,” he told her. “Just give me a chance to feel your hot twat.”

She remained still but it was hard. Sitting in his lap excited her. Damn it, she was tired and was supposed to be able to control the feelings in her body, but she couldn’t. There was something so wonderful about a man’s cock, any man’s cock.

“Now bounce a little,” he told her. “Bounce while I give your sweet titties a good tonguing.”

“Oh God,” she groaned.

She started to bounce up and down while his hands stroked her back and ass. His mouth closed over one of her sensitive big nipples. She felt him suck her nipple between his teeth and use his tongue against the ridge. It made her go crazy, and she bounced a little faster.

“You little whore,” he grunted. “You know your business. You sure earn your money!”

She didn’t like to think of herself as earning money for sex, but that was what she was doing. She was a whore. He had the right to call her anything he pleased.

“Oh Jesus,” she groaned. “What’s happening to me?”

She was getting wetter, and his cock slid into her a little easier. Little ripples of pleasure pulsed through her body. She felt his prick push deeper into her belly each time he thrust upward off the chair.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “Jesus, you sweet bitch. I can feel my balls hurting!”

“Let me feel,” she whispered. She reached behind and underneath her ass and found his heavy balls. She caressed them with her silky-feeling fingertips and felt him thrust harder into her cunt.

“Ummmm,” she moaned. “You are hot and hard!”

“You’d better fucking believe it, cunt,” he groaned.

She could feel his cock swell in her cunt and knew he wasn’t going to last long. She fingered his balls as he came up off the chair and pushed his cock into her pussy a little harder. She felt the hot spurt of his jism.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned. “Shit, I’m going to fill up your cunt! I’m going to fill your cunt! OH SHIIIIT!”

She shivered as his hot spurts of jism poured into her equally hot cunt. She ground herself down on his hot prick until she was sure she had drained every drop. She felt very tired now. She slipped off of his lap as she felt him squeeze her tits with one last surge of lust.

“Did I do all right?” she asked him. “Was I worth the money you paid?”

“You were worth every cent, sugar,” he said, with a grin.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied,” Donna Joe said.

She didn’t even wait for the man to leave, and quickly went into the bathroom. She turned the water on as hot as she could get it and stepped inside. She felt tired and dirty. Yes, she had enjoyed it, but she shuddered when she thought of being paid for like merchandise. It made her feel cheap. She liked fucking, but only fucking for fun. She didn’t want to think of herself as a whore, and the thought of Bo getting money bothered her.

She heard her door open and sighed. Who the hell was it this time? Maybe some other man that Bo had decided to send to her? This was getting crazy. She couldn’t dance all night and fuck too. She had to rest sometime!

She was angry as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She was ready to cuss somebody out, even if it was Tank. She was taken by surprise when she saw the stunning redhead. The one who had taken her place on the dance table.

“Ummmm,” the redhead said. “I knew you were nice-looking, but you’re better than I expected.”

She looked at Donna Joe.

For some reason it made Donna Joe nervous to have the redhead look at her while naked. Donna Joe often had dozens of men watching her, but it was strange when the redhead looked in exactly the same way.

“You don’t know me,” the redhead said. “My name’s Ellen Thomas. I work here too.”

Donna Joe picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself. She nodded as she pushed her way past the redhead into the dressing room. Ellen followed her.

“I just came in to tell you that you’re off for the rest of the evening. Bo thinks you’ve earned your money.”

“That’s sweet of him,” Donna Joe said sarcastically.

“Hey.” Ellen put a comforting hand on Donna Joe’s bare shoulder. “Don’t take it so hard. Sometimes you have to put out a little to keep the clients happy.”

“I’m not a whore,” Donna Joe said.

“Shit,” Ellen said. “We’re all whores, honey. Some of us do it for marriage, for love or for money, but it all amounts to the same thing. We’re all whores.”

Donna Joe felt a little nervous about being even half-naked in front of the redhead. She shouldn’t have, as the redhead was nearly as naked.

The redhead was gorgeous. She looked as though she had been around for a while. Her tits were smaller than Donna Joe’s, but they were higher and more pointed. Her stomach was flat and her panties were even smaller than Donna Joe’s.

Donna Joe found herself admiring the redhead’s lush body.

“I don’t believe that,” Donna Joe said. “Not really.”

“You just haven’t been around long enough, sugar. You’ll learn. You’ll really learn if you stay around here.”

There was something friendly about the redhead, and Donna Joe felt herself relax a little. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.

“You look tired,” the redhead said sympathetically.

“I feel like I’ve been run over by a big truck,” Donna Joe agreed.

“I know just what will help you,” Ellen said. She left the room and was gone for a few minutes, but then returned with two full glasses of a clear liquid that had fruit floating on top.

“This will make you feel much better,” Ellen said.

“What is it?” Donna Joe asked.

“It’s my own invention. Try it. I know you’ll love it. It’s just the thing for a tired body.”

Donna Joe took the drink. She sipped it and found that it wasn’t anything like she’d expected. The drink was sweet-tasting and very delicious. She could feel the alcohol warming her body.

“Ummm,” she said. “That is kind of nice.” “I know something else that is nice,” the redhead said. “A nice rubbing wouldn’t do you any harm. It keeps the muscles from cramping up.”

“I don’t know about that,” she said.

“Come on, hon,” Ellen said. “It’ll help you loosen [missing text].”

Donna Joe reluctantly agreed. She wasn’t sure what the redhead had in mind, but she was sure that a massage would feel nice. She stretched out on her stomach on the couch. Ellen sat beside her and Donna Joe felt Ellen’s warm fingers brush her back.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Ellen said.

Donna Joe remained on her belly for the few minutes that Ellen was gone, then heard footsteps and felt the warm fingers again.

“Ummm,” Donna Joe said. “That does feel nice.”

Ellen had some kind of oil on her fingers and was rubbing it all over Donna Joe’s back. Donna Joe could feel a tingling warmth in her muscles. Ellen had good hands. She knew how to rub Donna Joe in just the right way to ease the tension.

“You’re so tense,” Ellen said. “You should learn to relax a little more while you’re dancing. Kind of let your body flow with the music. It’s easier that way.”

Ellen’s hands felt so nice that Donna Joe didn’t object when she felt those fingers cross her naked asscheeks. Ellen was right. The tension was slowly flowing out of her body, and she felt her muscles relax.

“You do have a beautiful body,” Ellen said. “I can see why men like you.”

Donna Joe was alarmed for the first time. Ellen was no longer rubbing her like a masseuse should. Ellen’s hands had suddenly turned greedy, and they touched Donna Joe’s body like a man would touch her.

“It’s time to turn over,” Ellen whispered.

“I think you’ve done enough,” Donna Joe said. “I feel better now.”

“There’s no sense in stopping with half a massage,” Ellen said. “It’s time for you to turn over.”

Donna Joe felt Ellen’s hands pull her over, and the towel dropped away. She was naked again and somehow couldn’t protect herself.

“I think you’ll like this,” Ellen said as she put her hands on Donna Joe’s big tits.

It felt dirty, obscene, but Donna Joe couldn’t stop the hands. The feeling of shame was replaced by another feeling — a tingling she felt whenever a man touched her tits.

Donna Joe opened her eyes and looked into Ellen’s face. Ellen had that familiar look of lust in her eyes. Donna Joe had never seen that look in another woman’s eyes, but understood that Ellen wanted her.

“Oh, you should stop,” Donna Joe pleaded. “You should stop that, please.”

“You don’t want me to stop,” Ellen said. “You like it. See how your nipples are getting so big and hard. You know it makes you feel good.”

“No,” Donna Joe protested. “This is sick, really sick, I don’t like it!”

Donna Joe tried to feel disgusted. She knew she should. She had enjoyed a lot of men but she just couldn’t enjoy another woman. She wouldn’t have any pride left. She caught at Ellen’s hands, but Ellen jerked her arms away, her eyes glaring.

“Listen, you little bitch!” Ellen said. “You’d better get over this idea that your cunt is something precious. You’re a cunt, just like the rest of us here. A cunt — nothing more! Now you relax and do what I Goddamned tell you!”

Both lust and hatred flooded Ellen’s face. Donna Joe didn’t understand it, but she did know one thing: Ellen was angry at her and would punish her for the slightest resistance. Donna Joe couldn’t understand why Ellen should feel so angry.

“Spread your legs, bitch,” Ellen said. “Spread your Goddamned legs! I want to feel your pussy.”

Donna Joe trembled as she spread her thighs. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. She knew what to expect from a man, but had no idea of what a woman could do to her, what a woman would want.

“That’s right,” Ellen said. “That’s better. Open your legs a little wider. Never thought you’d be spreading your legs for me, did you, pussy? You always thought you were saving it for some farm boy. Well you’re nothing but cunt, pussy for anybody’s pleasure. Even mine!”

Donna Joe gasped when Ellen’s fingers slid into her cunt. She tried to twist away, but Ellen slapped her in the face. Again Ellen’s eyes looked ugly.

“Lie still, bitch!” Ellen commanded. Her fingers penetrated deep into Donna Joe’s wet cunt. Ellen moved her fingers around, causing Donna Joe to feel things despite her revulsion.

Ellen’s other hand stroked Donna Joe’s tits. Donna Joe felt her nipples grow harder as she licked her dry lips and tried to think about how dirty this was, but she couldn’t. All she could think about were the feelings that were beginning to spread through her.

Ellen put her face against Donna Joe’s tits. Donna Joe felt her flesh being sucked into Ellen’s hot mouth, and another shiver went through her body. She stroked Ellen’s red hair as Ellen sucked her nipple. Donna Joe began to get turned-on, by the loud slurping sounds Ellen made.

“I feel over-dressed,” Ellen finally said. She stood and very quickly stripped off the few clothes she had on. Ellen’s body was slender and shapely. Her tits were even smaller than Donna Joe had first thought, but there was something very appealing about them.

Ellen’s cunt hair was as red as the hair on her head, and just as thick. Donna Joe found she could not swallow easily.

“I’m going to make you feel good, bitch,” Ellen said.

Ellen stretched out on top of Donna Joe. Donna Joe again tried to twist out from under her, but Ellen locked her arms around her and began rubbing her tits against Donna Joe’s. Donna Joe gasped at the new feelings coursing through her, and could feel a wet heat between her legs. She couldn’t help spreading her legs as the redhead’s silky-feeling knee slid up to her cunt.

“Have you ever kissed another woman?” Ellen asked. “I mean, really kissed another woman?”

“No,” Donna Joe said.

“Well I’m going to show you how it feels,” Ellen said. “I’m going to show you how nice it is to kiss another woman.”

Ellen’s soft, hot lips pressed against Donna Joe’s. Ellen’s lips were softer than any man’s, and they were hotter too. Donna Joe opened her mouth and tasted Ellen’s fiery little tongue. It was crazy, but she enjoyed Ellen’s lips against hers.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Donna Joe moaned in one last feeble protest. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t we, doll?” Ellen asked. “We’re supposed to do anything that feels good.”

Ellen rubbed her body against Donna Joe’s. Donna Joe’s heart pounded loudly and she couldn’t stop herself from trembling. She couldn’t believe that she was getting this turned-on by another woman. It was sick, and yet somehow exciting too.

“Let me taste your tits again, honey,” Ellen said. “They taste so sweet and nice.”

Ellen’s lips went back to Donna Joe’s tits. Donna Joe could hardly stand it anymore — she was crazy and hot. She couldn’t resist the need to put her hand on Ellen’s back, and felt the hot, silky skin underneath her fingertips. Her hand moved slowly down Ellen’s back to the redhead’s shapely ass.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Ellen said. “Now you’re getting the idea.”

Donna Joe gripped Ellen’s ass tightly. She felt the redhead’s pussy mound rub against her own, and again felt the hot tingles going up her spine. She also felt her cunt grow wet.

She got that empty feeling in her cunt that always came when she started to feel hot. She wanted it filled by a cock, or something.

“Mmmmm,” Ellen said. “Now I’m going to taste your sweet cunt. Isn’t that what you want, bitch? Somebody to taste your hot, wet pussy?”

“Oh yes,” Donna Joe moaned.

Ellen’s wet lips slid down Donna Joe’s stomach, and Donna Joe tensed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Another woman was going to kiss her cunt!

Donna Joe spread her creamy thighs and felt Ellen’s soft mouth press against her cunt. Then the sweet tongue edged between her cunt lips and touched the inside of her hot hole.

“Oh Jesus!” Donna Joe cried. “Jesus! What are you doing to me?”

“I’m eating your pussy, doll,” Ellen said. “I’m going to make you cry from pleasure.”

Ellen knew how to eat cunt. Her tongue explored all of the inside of Donna Joe’s pussy, and touched the hard button of Donna Joe’s clit.

“Oieeeee!” Donna Joe moaned. She knew that Ellen was tasting her sweet, hot juices, and she put her hands behind the redhead’s head.

“Oh eat me,” Donna Joe moaned as she pulled Ellen’s head closer. “Fat me. Please eat me. You’re making me feel so good!”

Donna Joe gasped as Ellen sucked her hard little clit into her wet mouth. Ellen’s tongue brushed and her teeth bit Donna Joe’s clit gently. Donna Joe screamed as more of her juices flooded Ellen’s mouth.

Donna Joe held Ellen’s head tighter and began to grind her cunt into Ellen’s face.

“I’m coming!” Donna Joe screamed. “I’m coming! Gawd, you’re making me come! GOOOOOD!”

Donna Joe nearly bucked Ellen off of the couch. She trembled as the last of the pleasure spasm passed through her body. Ellen still licked at her tender flesh.

Finally Ellen raised her head. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

“Oh yes,” Donna Joe moaned.

“I liked doing it,” Ellen said. “It made me hot all over. Now you’re going to have to do the same for me.”

Donna Joe shook her head but realized she had no choice. Ellen had her pinned to the couch and she slowly slid up her body. She kept Donna Joe’s arms still as she moved her silky wet pussy over Donna Joe’s face.

“Now you can eat me, sugar,” Ellen said. “Now you can taste my cunt.”

Donna Joe didn’t like it, but she couldn’t escape. Ellen sat down on Donna Joe’s face. Donna Joe smelled the strong perfume of Ellen’s cunt. She could hardly breathe.

“Put your tongue in my cunt, sugar,” Ellen said. “Come on, bitch. Put your tongue in me!”

Donna Joe pushed her tongue between Ellen’s pussy lips. Ellen started to squirm and rubbed her cunt closer to Donna Joe’s face. Donna Joe tasted the tangy juices of the older woman and was ****** to swallow.

“Use your tongue, Goddamn it!” Ellen commanded. “Put your hot tongue in deep. Kiss the inside of my cunt!”

Donna Joe decided that she would get it over with quickly. She tried to remember everything that Ellen had done for her as she began to explore the inside of the older woman’s cunt. She found the hard little clit with her tongue and slowly sucked it between her lips.

“Yessss,” Ellen screamed. “That’s it. That’s what I want. Oh yesssss!”

Donna Joe sucked frantically and felt the hot shudders that pulsed through Ellen’s body. She knew that Ellen was coming already. Ellen had become very excited from sucking on Donna Joe’s cunt.

“God,” Ellen cried. “I’m coming! You’re making me come, you cunt! You’re making me come. Oh shit, it feels good. It feels so good. OH SHITIIIT!”

Donna Joe was ****** to swallow quickly as Ellen flooded her mouth with juice. Donna Joe gagged until Ellen raised her body so that Donna Joe could catch her breath.

“That’s all right, sweet baby,” Ellen said, stroking Donna Joe’s shoulder. “You did just fine. You’ll know a little more next time. You’ll learn.”

Donna Joe stared with horror. She realized what she had done and what would be expected of her. She didn’t want to learn the things the redhead had in mind. She didn’t like the thought of what she’d just done. She didn’t want to turn into some kind of freak who could only enjoy other woman. Donna Joe was very scared now.

She knew she’d have to escape from this, and do it quickly, or she’d loose all the pride she had left.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Donna Joe was on the platform again, slowly moving to the music. She felt the lewd eyes stripping the clothes off of her. She was beginning to get used to the feeling, and that frightened her. She hadn’t really known what she was getting into when she took the job. The dancing wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t just dancing here.

She was giving herself to different men every night. Any man who had the money to offer had her, and that wasn’t the worst part. She was also available to Ellen whenever the redhead got the urge.

Donna Joe was surprised when she felt a tap on the shoulder. She stopped dancing long enough to see Ellen climbing up on the platform beside her.

“It’s early yet,” she protested.

“Don’t worry, sugar,” Ellen said. “You’re getting an early break tonight. Someone’s asked for you special. I think there’s going to be a game.”

Donna Joe’s heart nearly stopped. A game — she knew what that meant! She’d seen a couple of girls who had been waitresses for one of the games. It usually took a couple of weeks before they looked normal again.

“Don’t look so sick, sugar,” Ellen said. “It’s not so bad. I bet you’ll even enjoy it.”

Donna Joe gave Ellen an ugly look and stalked off of the platform. Bo was waiting for her near the door. His ugly, fat face had its usual grin.

“The game’s downstairs tonight, sugar,” Bo said. “I hope you’re going to be a good girl.”

She didn’t answer. She tried to brush past him and Bo grabbed her arm. He squeezed so tightly that she felt a pain shoot up her arm.

“You will be a good girl,” Bo said.

“Yes,” she promised. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“That’s fine,” Bo said. “Now you take a quick shower and put on the outfit that’s on your bed.”

She nodded. Donna Joe knew what was in store for her, so she didn’t hurry. It was an hour before she was dressed in the skimpy French maid outfit and black high-heels.

When she finally went downstairs she found four men sitting around a card table. One big, red headed man looked up with obvious delight.

“Hot damn,” Roy Bagwell said. “We’ve got us a winner this time. Look at that stuff! She’s so sweet I can already feel my cock sitting up to take notice.”

“She’s nice, all right,” Tim Bales said, “but hold your horses. The game hasn’t started yet.”

“Well, let’s get it started,” Roy insisted.

Things didn’t start off so badly. She was expected to keep cold beer and nuts on the table while the men played cards. She was also expected to let them play with her body at will. She didn’t protest when the hands groped at her. Roy was the worst of the four men. He constantly put his hand on her ass, her thighs or her titties. She couldn’t seem to escape his quick fingers.

“Goddamn it,” Roy said finally. “The cards just don’t seem to fall right for me tonight.”

“That’s because you don’t have cards on your dirty mind,” Tim said.

“I can’t say I blame him,” Rich James said, reaching out for Donna Joe and pulling her into his lap. He slipped his hand into the top of her outfit and fondled one of her braless tits. “I think she’s about the sweetest piece we’ve ever had at one of our card-playing sessions.”

“She looks a little young to me,” Adam Richards said softly. Adam was the fourth man at the card table and was the one that worried Donna Joe the most. He was tall and skinny, but Donna Joe had heard many stories about him. He was supposed to be mean and bad-tempered.

“Hell,” Roy said. “Younger is better. The sweet meat tastes a lot better than that old stuff. Hey, pass her over here. Don’t take that titty for your own.”

Rich pushed her out of his lap, and she stumbled and sprawled into Roy’s lap. His mouth immediately covered hers and his fat tongue wiggled into her mouth. His hand grabbed her thigh and squeezed until it was almost painful. His strong fingers slid higher until he was touching her panties.

“You sweet piece,” Roy gasped. “You sweet fucking piece of ass.”

Donna Joe gasped as his fingers rubbed her cunt mound. She knew he was telling the truth — she was just a piece of ass, nothing more. She couldn’t have love or marriage or any of the things that other women had. She was just a piece of ass for any man who had the price.

She felt hands on her shoulders. She looked up and saw Rich standing over her. She felt like crying as his hands slid down the front of her outfit and cupped her tits. He pulled her tits free of the clinging material of her maid’s uniform.

“Look at these,” Rich said. “Look at this sweet pair. Adam said she was too young.”

Donna Joe shivered as Rich bent over and touched his lips to one of her big brown nipples, but responded to the warm heat of his mouth. She didn’t like the idea of these men turning her on all at once, but she was just too hot-blooded.

“Sweet little tits are getting hard,” Rich said. “She likes it. Let’s see how she likes a cock. A big cock!”

Rich unzipped his trousers and pulled out his half-hard prick. He took her hand and pressed it against his cock, and she felt it grow stiffer under the hot circle of her fingers. She began to slide her hand up and down the length of his prick.

“Ahhhhhh,” Rich moaned as his hands squeezed her tits a little harder. “Yeah, I like that. Keep doing that, baby. I like that. You’ve got nice hands.”

She felt his hot come cream start to leak onto her fingers as she worked on his throbbing cock. Her fingers managed his hot flesh until his prick was as hot and hard as possible. She moved her hand closer to the sensitive ridge and began brushing her thumb along the bloated tip.

“Oh shit,” Rich groaned. “Oh Jesus Christ, it feels good. It feels good.”

Roy’s hands began to play between her legs, and her cunt was getting hot and wet. She felt the tips of his fingers probe beneath her panties, brushing against her sensitive cunt lips.

“Ummmm,” she moaned softly. “Oh God, you’re making me hot. I don’t want to be, but you’re making me hot.”

Roy had finally had enough, and he pushed her off of his lap. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed, and she felt a little jolt shoot through her hot cunt.

“Shit, baby,” Roy said. “I’m burning up! We’ve got to get more comfortable.”

“Let’s move over to the couch,” Rich suggested.

“Yeah,” Roy groaned. “I think that’ll be a good idea.”

Donna Joe held Rich’s hard prick as all five of them moved over to the couch. She watched Roy unzip his trousers and pull out his already-hard cock. He had a whopper. She gasped as she stared at the bloated head that was already spotted with come juice.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Roy asked. “Does my big prick make you nervous? There’s no sense in being afraid. You’re going to love it before this night is done.”

Donna Joe was ****** to use her free hand on Roy’s cock. She grasped his hot prick with her fingers. She massaged both men’s cocks and felt her fingers become covered with sticky cum juice. She saw the other two men undressing.

Adam worried her more than Tim. Adam had an ugly look on his face, and was licking his lips. Donna Joe understood what had been done to the other girls — the men had fucked them silly. Now it was her turn.

Donna Joe was a little excited. This had never happened to her before. It was disgusting and lewd, but getting fucked by four men excited her. She knew she’d feel like a whore when they finished with her, but that didn’t matter — she could feel guilty later. She could only feel excitement right now.

“Oh God,” Rich groaned. “Her fucking hands feels so nice. So fucking nice!”

“I wonder how her sweet lips will feel,” Adam said. “I wonder how she will feel when I put my cock in her mouth.”

He slid his shorts down his legs and she saw his big prick standing straight and proud. He moved toward her, and she saw that the tiny slit was covered with thick, white come. He moved closer until his prick touched her cheek and left a little smear of come on her skin. He moved around until his prick was against her lips.

“Go ahead, cunt,” Adam said. “Take it in your fucking mouth. Let me see how you suck dick.”

She opened her mouth as he pushed his hot cock between her lips. He grasped the hair on the back of her head and slammed his thick cockhead deep into her throat. She tasted his hot come juice on her tongue.

“Your mouth is sweet as hell, baby,” Adam groaned.

Adam slowly drew his thick prick out of her wet mouth and slammed forward again. She was ****** to use her tongue on his hot cock and she grew more and more excited.

She knew what was happening to her but couldn’t control it.

Tim stripped his shorts down and she saw her fourth hard, throbbing cock.

“Shit,” Roy said. “Let’s take her clothes off. I want a look at her sweet body and I’m getting hot as hell.”

“YEAH!”

She was pushed back on the couch and felt hands ripping at her clothes. In a few moments she was completely naked. She felt his hands spreading her legs apart. She’d never felt so vulnerable as the men looked down into her cunt.

“Hot damn, what a pussy,” Roy said.

A hand cupped her blonde pussy mound, and she gasped as she felt two fingers slip between her cunt lips. She couldn’t escape those fingers as they moved around until they had touched every wall in her cunt.

“Shit,” Roy said. “I think I’ll take a big bite of that sweet stuff.”

She was startled at how fast Roy put his face between her legs and looked up to see the top of his red head between her creamy thighs. She groaned as his deliciously hot tongue spread the sensitive lips of her cunt, then felt his tongue stab deep inside of her hot pussy.

“Does she taste good?” Tim asked.

Roy raised his head, and a strange look was on his face. “Shit yeah,” he said. “She tastes sweet as hell.”

Rich played with her tits. He rubbed her nipples with his thumb, and she felt them grow hard. Then Rich fell to his knees beside her and touched his lips one of her big hot nipples.

“Oh Jesus,” she groaned.

Rich sucked her hot nipple into his mouth. She could do nothing to prevent it, and she could feel her cunt getting wet.

“Ummm,” Roy said, raising his head again. “You’ve got a very hot box, baby. She tastes sweet as hell. You ought to get a taste of this, fellows.”

“Me next,” Rich said.

Donna Joe couldn’t believe this was happening to her as Roy moved away and Rich’s face went down between her legs. She had never been eaten by two men before. It was making her feel so hot inside.

“Yeah, baby,” Roy said. “Move your ass for him. You’re making her hot, Rich. You’re eating her pussy good! Make her move her pretty sweet ass!”

She screamed as Rich’s tongue found her clit. He sucked the hard little clit between his lips and began chewing on it. Spasms of pleasure went down her spine as she tried to twist out from under him, but she felt hands on her titties again and then didn’t want to escape.

“We’re getting to the little bitch now,” Adam said.

“Let’s get her off the couch,” Tim suggested. “That way we can all get at her.”

“Good idea,” Roy agreed.

Adam pulled her and she came off of the couch.

He pushed her down onto the softly carpeted floor, and she didn’t resist as he straddled her neck so that she couldn’t see who was eating her hot cunt. She only knew that Roy and Rich were taking turns eating her pussy so far.

She willingly opened her mouth as Adam pushed his prick into her throat again, but this time she choked. He pulled his prick out again, and she tasted come juice on her lips before he pushed his cock back into her mouth again. He gave her barely enough time to swallow a huge drop of come.

“Suck it, baby,” he groaned. “Come on, take it deep! Take my big prick deep in your mouth. Suck it, bitch! You know how! Suck my cock!”

She used her tongue as he moved his prick in and out of her mouth. She tasted his hot come juice soaking her tongue and the inside of her mouth. She no longer minded the salty flavor, and was beginning to enjoy his taste. She was beginning to get used to his hot rhythm too.

It was becoming easier to take because of the sweet sensations that pulsed in her cunt. Rich and Roy were really doing a job on her pussy — they were eating her alive! Her nerves seemed to scream each time a tongue brushed against her clit.

“Shit,” Roy groaned. “I’ve got to have some of that sweet cunt. I’m hard as shit.”

She couldn’t see what was happening to her but she could feel it. Roy picked up her legs and put them across his hairy thighs, then moved forward so that his cock was nestled between her legs. He put his hands underneath her and lifted her ass a little higher. She knew her cunt was totally exposed.

“Put it in,” Rich urged. “Put your big cock in her cunt! Drive the fucker into her belly!”

His prickhead stretched her cunt lips and slipped halfway into her pussy. That was what she wanted to feel! She slid against him and felt his prick slipping farther into her, and felt his hot balls bang against her snatch.

“Ummmmm,” she moaned. “Ummmmmm!”

She grew more excited and sucked harder at the prick in her mouth. Adam drove his cock faster between her wet lips, and she could feel more of his hot come juice leak down her throat.

“Oh shit,” Roy groaned. “She feels good. She feels so fucking Goddamned good.”

Roy drove his hard cock into her cunt as fast as he could. She felt his balls slap against her. She felt ripples of pleasure all over her body.

“Oh shit,” Adam groaned. “I’m going to fucking come! I’m going to come! I’m going to shoot my wad right down her cunt throat. Down her cunt throat. SHIIIIIT!”

Donna Joe swallowed quickly as Adam erupted in her mouth. She couldn’t swallow all of his come, and felt the thick jism leak out of the sides of her mouth.

“Swallow it, bitch,” Adam groaned. “Swallow my jism!”

She swallowed as much of his salty-tasting jism as she could manage, but there was just too much of it. It seemed that gallons of the hot cream flowed down her throat, but he showed her no mercy. He drove his bloated prick into her mouth until every drop had been drained.

“Ahhhhhhh,” he moaned softly. “What a sweet bitch. What a sweet sucking mouth!”

He took his cock out of her mouth and gripped a handful of her hair, carefully wiping his come-covered cock in her blonde hair.

“A sweet bitch,” Adam moaned.

Adam moved away from her and she no longer thought about him. The only thing she could think of was the big hot cock that filled her cunt. She moaned as she saw Roy driving his fat prick into her wet pussy.

“It feels so good,” she moaned.

“Then move your ass, bitch!” Roy told her. “Move your sweet ass! Show me how good you think it feels.”

She was doing the best she could, and she moved like a wild woman. His prick felt so nice. She could feel the pleasure ripple all over her body, especially in her big tits. She wished his chest would rub them. They felt so hard and sensitive.

“Oh fuck me,” she whispered. “I feel so good down there. Oh Jesus, fuck me good!”

She could feel his hot prick swell inside of her and knew he was only seconds away from shooting his wad.

“Shoot it in me,” she moaned. “Shoot your hot stuff in me! Shoot your come in me!”

She felt his body jerk with pleasure, then felt his hot juice spurting into her. She wiggled with joy as her cunt filled up with hot cock juice.

“Yes,” she moaned softly. “Fill up my pussy. It feels so good!”

She wiggled beneath him until his cock grew soft. She felt his prick slip out of her cunt and sighed. She wished his big prick could have lasted a few minutes longer, but she knew that the other two men would waste no time.

“Get off her,” Rich said impatiently. “I want some of that hot stuff. Get off her!”

“Well, give me time,” Roy said, laughing.

Roy was still laughing when Rich took his place.

Rich made her turn over and get on her hands and knees. She was able to turn around and look over her shoulder as Rich stood behind her, and could see his swollen cock pointing at her.

“I’m going to ride your cunt, bitch,” Rich said. “I’m going to ride you like a cowboy.”

She was startled when he furiously attacked her. He had a long, slender prick and it slid quickly into her cunt. She felt it deep in her belly, and he began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. His cockhead rubbed her clit with each thrust.

“Ummmm,” she said. “Ummm, that’s nice.”

“You like my cock, baby?” he asked. “You like my big cock?”

“Oh yesssss,” she cried. “I love your cock! I love your sweet cock.”

She could feel his heavy balls slap her each time he drove his cock into her muff, and her ample juices helped ease his motions.

While Rich fucked her pussy. Tim stood in front of Donna Joe. He pushed his cock against her mouth and she obediently opened her lips. She tasted his prick as it slid against her tongue.

“Shit,” Tim groaned. “There ain’t nothing better than fucking a little mouth. Nothing better!”

Tim grabbed her head tightly and began slamming his thick cock into her mouth, somehow using the same rhythm that Rich was using to fuck her pussy. She felt a spasm of pleasure in her stomach and started to go wild.

“Ummm,” she said as she wiggled her cunt against Rich. “Ummmm, ummmm!”

“Shit,” Rich groaned. “She’s loving it. The little bitch is loving it!”

Rich groaned as he drove his cock rapidly into her tight, hot cunt. Rich’s cock swelled and she concentrated on driving herself back to meet his thrust. She felt the first drops of his cream inside her pussy.

“Ahhhh Christ!” Rich moaned. “Christ. I love your hot pussy. Christ, I love your pussy! I’m coming, baby! I’m going to blow your hot ass off! Jesus! Jesus! JESUUUUUS!”

This time she felt herself explode at the same time as he spurted his cock cream into her cunt. She began to suck hard on Tim’s long, thick cock. Tim was enjoying it, and he drove his bloated prick deep in her mouth.

“Eat it up, bitch,” Tim moaned. “Eat it up! Suck hard on my mother-fucking cock! Suck hard! Jesus!”

Rich grunted as he drove his prick into her cunt one last time. The rest of his hot come pumped into her pussy and he slowly pulled out of her. “Shit, she’s nice,” Rich moaned.

“She’s got a sweet mouth,” Tim cried. “A sweet mouth! She’s nice as hell!”

Tim drove his cock deeper into her mouth, and with each hot thrust she could feel his balls bang against her. She knew they were heavy with come.

“I’m going to blow her head off,” Tim grunted. “I’m going to blow her fucking head off!”

“Give it to her,” Adam urged. “Fill her mouth with come! Make your dick ***** her!”

His prick seemed to grow longer and thicker as he fucked her wet mouth. She tasted his juice on her tongue and on her sucking lips.

“Here I come,” Tim moaned. “Here I come! I’m going to blow her head off! God, her mouth feels so good. So Goddamned good. Ahhhhh shit, it feels Goddamned good! GQOOOOOD!”

His jism was thick and very salty-tasting, and she swallowed most of his come without *******. He pulled back halfway and gave her one last stroke. She tasted the jism on her tongue and lips, and again as it dripped on her chin.

“Shit, bitch!” Tim said. “You are sweet. You really know how to suck cock.”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “I bet she knows how to do a lot of things. And we’re just getting started. It’s going to be a wild night! A wild fucking night!”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Donna Joe was alone. She was unconscious when the men had finally finished, and now she was sore and tired. She felt as if every bone in her body had been broken, like some kind of rag doll. She knew she had never been fucked like she’d been fucked that evening. The four men couldn’t seem to get enough — over and over again they had fucked her mouth and her pussy. Then one had suggested her ass.

She couldn’t remember exactly who it had been, but she thought it was Adam. She remembered fighting them and begging them not to do such an awful thing.

But Tim and Rich had grabbed her and held her over the card table. She remembered the way her tits had pressed flat against the cold table, and how Adam had stood behind her.

“Don’t wiggle so, sugar,” he had told her. “You’re going to enjoy this.” She remembered…

Donna Joe struggled, but the men wouldn’t release her. She screamed from pain and fear as Adam pressed his bloated cock against her tiny puckered asshole.

“Don’t worry, sugar,” he said. “It’s only going to hurt for a little while.”

She screamed again as he pushed his bloated prick part-way into her hole. She knew he hadn’t used anything and that her asshole was dry. The feeling was uncomfortable, but none of the men cared. They became excited by watching Adam. Tim moved closer to the table and made her take his prick in her hand.

“Hold it tight, baby,” Tim said. “Play with it while Adam fucks your big ass.”

Donna Joe couldn’t do anything else. She held his prick tightly while Adam pressed his big cock into her asshole. The feeling grew hotter and more painful. She tried to wiggle but that only seemed to excite him more.

“That’s it, bitch,” Adam moaned. “Try and get away. Moving your ass only makes it better.”

She tried to stay still but found she couldn’t do that for long — the pain was just too intense. Adam finally drove his hot prick all the way into her tight asshole, and she felt his balls rest against her asscheeks.

“Feel that, bitch,” he groaned. “Feel that. Your hot ass feels so good. Like putting your prick in hard butter.”

Adam began to move his prick deep into her ass, then half halfway out of her asshole, then deep inside again. He moved faster and she heard his balls slap her skin.

“You little bitch,” he moaned. “You hot little bitch. I love your ass! I love your hot ass!”

“Fuck her good,” the other men urged. “Fuck her ass good!”

It was over so quickly. She felt his thick cock grow inside of her, then the first hot jism splattered her insides.

“Shit,” Adam groaned. “Shit. I love your ass, bitch! I love your sweet ass! Shit! Shit!”

He filled her ass with his come, but his prick was only the beginning. In another moment Rich started to drive his cock into her tight ass, and she knew it was only a matter of time before they all fucked her ass.

“Bastard!” she screamed.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Donna Joe said. “Now.”

Donna Joe was still alone, but had slipped out of the room that had been provided by the club. She timed it just right and arrived at the station for the midnight bus at the right moment.

A few minutes later she was on her way out of town. She didn’t think Bo would miss her. He had used her for a while, but soon he would find someone else. Another young girl would come along, and…

Donna Joe secretly wanted to go home, but knew she could never go there. Her mother would never allow her back into the house, not after what she’d done.

Donna Joe had no other family except for an uncle somewhere up North. She had never met him. She’d only heard her mother talk about him. Besides, she had no money to get to him. She had only five dollars — enough to buy one decent meal.

“Oh damn it!” Donna Joe said loudly. “Nothing else that bad can happen to me!”

Donna Joe angrily kicked out at the seat ahead of her.

She was lucky that she was alone on the bus. The bus driver had heard her and looked into his rear view mirror. He watched for a few moments and then reined, evidently deciding that she wasn’t harmful.

Donna Joe snuggled down into her seat and drifted off to sleep. She was very tired. She had no idea how long she’d been sleeping when she felt the bus driver’s rough hand shake her awake.

“Hey,” he said. “This is where you get off, hon. This is as far as your ticket will take you.”

She thanked him, picked up her bag and walked off the bus. She felt the driver’s eyes on her back and knew what he was thinking. She was beginning to learn about men — they all wanted the same thing. She knew he would follow her inside.

She made her way into the little coffee shop and took a seat at the counter, ordering a hamburger and a cup of coffee. As she waited she saw the big, husky bus driver come in.

She sighed as what she had expected happened — he came straight toward her and sat down on the stool next to her. She noticed that he no longer wore his wedding band. He thought he was being tricky, but it didn’t mean a damn thing to her anyway.

“Aren’t you awfully young to be out alone?” the driver asked.

“I guess so,” she admitted.

The waiter brought the hamburger, and she didn’t realize how hungry she was until she bit into it. She was famished. She had worked hard that evening.

“Slow down with that,” the driver said. “You’ll make yourself sick.”

“I didn’t know a person could get so hungry,” she said between big bites.

“Have you been on the road long?” he asked.

“Not really,” she answered.

“You have friends meeting you?” he questioned.

She knew what he was leading up to and started to wonder if going along with him might not be such a bad idea. Being with a man could erase the awful feeling that the redhead had left her with, and it might even give her a place to spend the night.

“No,” Donna Joe said. “I was hoping to find a motel or something for tonight. I was going to move on in the morning.”

He smiled. She knew that she hadn’t fooled him, and he knew that she was broke and hungry, and that she didn’t have the money to rent a room. He was like a vulture hovering above her — the **** had already been made, and he could take his time.

“You won’t find many motels around here,” the bus driver said. “They’re expensive and they’re usually booked in advance.”

“Oh?” she questioned.

“Yeah,” he said. “Listen, I hate to see a young girl all alone. A lot of awful things could happen. I have a little room near the bus station. I keep it for my overnight runs.”

“You do?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “I’d be glad to share it with you.”

There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes — he wanted her badly. He wasn’t a bad looking man. In fact, looking at him made her feel a little warm.

She finished her hamburger in a couple of bites.

“All right,” she agreed.

He took her arm and they walked to his studio apartment. It was close to the bus station and was very small — there was barely enough room for the big bed. She stepped inside and felt his hand gently touch her ass.

“It’s not much,” he said, “but it’s clean and comfortable. It’s a nice place to spend the night.”

When she didn’t try to stop him, his hand grew bolder. She felt him squeeze the plump cheeks of her ass, running his finger along the line of her crack. She felt her knees shake and went to sit down on the bed.

“I’m very tired,” she said.

“You look tired, baby,” he said. “A little nap wouldn’t hurt you, nor would a little massage.”

She shivered when she remembered the last massage she’d received. It was the very same evening, but now it seemed so long ago. She stretched out on the bed and felt her skirt slide up her thighs.

“What do you want to massage?” she asked him. “My back or my front?”

“Your front, baby,” he said quickly. “That’s the best part.”

She offered no resistance as he sat down beside her and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She could see the hot lust in his eyes. He quickly had her blouse unbuttoned and slipped his hands inside the loose folds to caress her big tits.

“Mmmm,” he said. “You feel nice and hot, baby. Don’t you ever wear a bra?”

“Sure,” she said, “but I left in kind of a hurry. I didn’t have time to put it on.”

He laughed loudly. He seemed to enjoy playing with her big, hot tits. He started to make her nipples hard, then leaned over and kissed one brown nipple. She sighed.

“Ummm,” she said, “You sure do know how to make a girl shiver all over.”

He laughed again, then she felt her hot titty-flesh slowly being sucked into his mouth. She sighed as his tongue rolled over her hard nipple and his teeth nipped her flesh. She arched her back and pushed more of her tit into his mouth, and at the same time stroked the back of his head.

“You’re sweet,” she groaned. “Oh, you are very nice.”

He put his mouth to her belly and slid his lips down to the top of her skirt. She felt his hands slip up the back of her thighs to cup her asscheeks.

“I like your ass,” he groaned. “I like a young girl with a nice-looking ass. I like to feel it. I like to watch the young girls all day long and think about feeling their pretty asses.”

“You can feel mine all you want,” she sighed. “All that you want.”

His hands went underneath her panties, and she felt his fingers playing at her crack again. His tongue moved lower, kissing the front of her skirt.

“Pull my skirt up,” Donna Joe moaned. “I don’t mind. I want you too. Pull my skirt up.”

He didn’t waste any time. He jerked her skirt up to her waist and slid her flimsy panties down her beautifully formed legs. He spread her legs and took a long look at her exposed cunt.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Shit!” he groaned. “You have one of the most beautiful cunts I’ve ever seen. It makes a man want to grind his face in your snatch.”

“Well, there’s nothing stopping you,” she said.

His face disappeared between her legs. She gasped as she felt his experienced tongue stab deep into her pussy. His lips seemed to suck her cunt into his mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned. “Jesus!”

She thought she was too tired to fuck, but this man had lit the fires in her again. She no longer worried about being scarred by the redhead’s treatment of her — she could still enjoy a man. The feeling of a man’s hard, muscular body against hers was much better than the softness of a woman.

“Oh kiss me,” she moaned. “Kiss me up here.”

She pulled his head up and he moved over her body. She held his face in her gentle hands and kissed his mouth. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth and tasted her own cunt juices. The taste was lewdly exciting.

They rubbed their tongues together for a few minutes until she couldn’t stand it any longer. She wanted him naked. She pushed him away and quickly started to strip him.

“You have a good, strong body,” she whispered as she ran her hands through the curly hair on his chest. “I like a man with a muscular body.”

She slipped off his trousers and found that his cock was only half-hard, but it was a monster anyway. She circled her fingers around the pulsating shaft and felt it grow stiff.

“Jesus, baby,” he groaned. “You’ve got nice hands.”

She decided to show him the other things she had that were nice. She fell to her knees in front of him and held the sensitive ridge of his cock in her fingers while she licked the bloated shaft. She tasted his cream against her tongue and slowly slipped her lips over the entire head of his shaft.

“Dear Jesus,” he groaned. “Dear holy Jesus!”

She worked his cock all the way into her throat. She tasted more of his cream and felt his hips jerk. The throbbing of his prick told her that he hadn’t had any pussy for a long time.

“Keep using your tongue like that,” he moaned. “Oh Christ, that feels so good!”

She let her hair brush against his thighs as she moved her head back and forth. She had never known any man who didn’t get excited when her hair brushed his flesh. He grabbed the back of her head and jabbed his cock-meat as deep as he could into her mouth.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned. “You feel so fucking good. I want your pussy! I want to have a piece of your sweet ass!”

“Yessss,” she groaned as she pulled her mouth off of his cock.

She thought she’d never met a man as excited as this bus driver — he was hot for her lush young body. She put her fingers to his cock as she slid up the bed on her back. She opened her thighs and showed him her red-lipped cunt once more.

“Come on, sugar,” she whispered. “Come on and put that big fat cock in me!”

He jumped on top of her like a bull in heat. He ****** her legs apart so he could reach her easier, then slipped his big hands underneath her and cupped her plump asscheeks. She squealed with delight when she felt his throbbing prick press against her, rubbing the silky skin of her belly and leaking hot come cream on her.

“God,” she gasped. “Put it in! Put that fucking big stick in my cunt!”

She was tired but impatient, and wanted to feel his massive cock filling her cunt. His stiff prick would wipe out the sick memory of the way she had acted with the redhead.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and frantically began to wiggle her pussy against him.

More of his cream wet her belly. His fingers gripped her asscheeks tighter and she felt him moving around to get his cock into the light position. She sighed with pleasure when she felt his bloated prick finally rest against her wet cunt. She felt his wet cockhead push between the sensitive lips of her cunt, filling her hot pussy in the way that she needed.

“Put it in,” she whispered. “Put it all the way in me! Put it in deep!”

He moved forward slowly and she felt his hot cock-meat slip deeply into her cunt. She was tired of his slow pace, so she slid her hands down his broad back and hunched violently against his body. His prick jabbed into her like a burning poker. She felt his heavy come-filled balls resting against her cunt lips.

“Ahhhhh yes,” she groaned. “That’s how I like it! I like your cock deep!”

“You sweet bitch,” he groaned. “I’ve never felt a pussy like yours! Never!”

She arched her back so that her big, hot titties mashed against his chest. She squeezed her cuntal muscles and felt his prick throb with excitement and knew he wasn’t just talking. He really was turned-on by the snug fit of her wet cunt. She squeezed her cunt muscles again and felt the ripples of pleasure going through her body. God, he was going to be a good fuck!

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Really fuck me! Make me feel like a cunt!”

She wrapped her long legs tightly around his back and felt the delicious warmth of his fat prick as it slid deeper into her pussy. She moved her ass in a slow rhythm that seemed to drive him crazy. She felt him start to move, pushing his bloated prick in and out of her cunt with the same slow pace.

She loved it. She felt his bloated cock rub her hard clitty, sending shivers through her body. She felt her nipples grow harder and more sensitive. She frantically kissed his cheek before his mouth covered hers and she tasted his tongue in her mouth. She pushed her tongue against his for a few moments before moving her head away.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “You’re making me feel so good! Fuck me faster! Your hot dick feels so good!”

“You are a sweet fucking bitch,” the bus driver groaned.

She heard him gasp as he began to slam his prick into her cunt as quickly as he could. She felt the hot swelling of his prickhead as it rubbed her clit, and ripples of pleasure shook her body with each hot stroke.

“Oh God, you sweet bastard, fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck me! Give me all of your big dick! I love your cock! I love being fucked! Fuck me good!”

She felt hot and wicked as she moved beneath him. She went crazy with her wiggling ass, humping up to meet his beautiful, big cock. She had forgotten all about the redhead and about the things that had been done to her. All that mattered now was this big bus driver’s prick, and how good it felt sliding into her.

“That’s it,” she groaned. “I love being fucked! God, I love your big dick!”

She felt herself coming — this bus driver really knew what to do with his prick! Her wet juices flooded his prick, allowing him to slide into her cunt like butter. It was so good!

“I’m coming,” she gasped. “You’re making me came. Oh God, it feels so good. So good! I’m coming! EEEEEEE!”

He gave it to her faster and harder and she knew he was only seconds away from coming himself. At the last moment he took his hot cock out of her and moved up her body. He placed his hot prick between her big tits and pushed them together with his hands. He began to move back and forth between her tits. This had never been done to her before and she looked down and saw that the red eye of his cock almost touched her chin.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to come this way the first time, baby,” he groaned. “I want to see my come all over your face.”

It seemed lewd but she also felt excited by it. She suddenly realized that this bus driver could make her feel things she’d never felt before.

“I’m nearly there, baby,” he groaned. “I’m almost there! Oh shit, you feel so good!”

She felt the first heavy drops as they hit her cheeks, but didn’t turn her head. She watched with fascination as his prick moved faster.

“Pussy,” he groaned. “You pussy! Oh shit. You feel so good! SO FUCKING GOOD!”

His hot cream spurted from the end of his bloated cock. She felt the thick rivers of his come running down her face and dripping between the valley of her tits. She licked at her come-smeared cheeks with her tongue.

“Shit,” he said. “You are something else. You are really something else!”

She felt happy for the first time in a long while.

CHAPTER NINE

“I want to be your woman,” Donna Joe said.

Donna Joe sat on the edge of the bed and watched the bus driver, who had just come out of the shower and was drying himself off. Earlier that morning he had told her his name. He was Dave Daniels and he’d been driving a bus for ten years. He was a big, strong man, but that wasn’t all that Donna Joe liked about him. She couldn’t understand why she felt so excited about him, but she did. She got hot just by looking at him and couldn’t control the wetness in her cunt.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dave asked.

“I said I want to be your woman,” she answered. “You told me you weren’t married. You told me you didn’t live with another woman. I want to be your woman.”

“Jesus, do you realize what you’re saying? You’re too young.” He began to dress in his driver’s uniform, as he had a route to drive soon.

“I was old enough last night,” Donna Joe said sweetly, “when you couldn’t wait to get my panties off and put your big cock into my cunt.”

He almost smiled. “That’s true. But Jesus, you’re still a young girl. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I know what I’m asking,” she said. “I’ll make you happy. I promise you that. I can do anything that any woman can do, and I won’t object if you get kinky.”

She had interested him — she could tell that. He was torn between the thought of having her all the time, and the thought of what might happen to him because she was so young. She could tell that his lust had won out over his better judgement when he rubbed the front of his trousers.

“You’d have to do anything I asked,” he said. “At any time. And no bullshit.”

“No bullshit,” Donna Joe promised. “I’ll be your complete fuck-slave.”

Donna Joe knew she could have made a better deal. She didn’t have to put herself so completely in this man’s power, but she wanted to. She wanted this man to take complete responsibility for her. The only thing she would have to worry about was making him happy, and she was willing to try anything.

“Please,” Donna Joe begged softly.

“Damn,” Dave said. “You sure know how to get to a man. All right, cunt, but the moment you fuck up you’re out on your ass! My woman gives me no bullshit.”

“I promised you,” she said. “I’ll keep my word. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. All I want is someone who will take care of me, a strong man. No bullshit!”

“I guess I could take care of you,” Dave said. “I’ve got a nice little apartment and it needs a woman’s touch, a woman who knows how to be very nice to a man.”

Donna Joe rose from the edge of the bed and dropped the towel she was wearing to the floor. She arched her body toward him like a slave offered herself for the market. She had never been so proud of her lush looks.

“Don’t you think I can take care of you?” she whispered.

Dave suddenly looked pained, and he rubbed the front of his trousers again. She could see his big bulge and knew it had to be uncomfortable for him.

“Damn, bitch,” he said. “Get your clothes on. You’re driving me nuts and we don’t have time for a fuck.”

“We don’t have to fuck,” Donna Joe said. “I told you I know how to take care of you.”

Donna dropped to her knees and put her arms around his waist. She pulled him close and pressed her lips against his crotch, kissing the large bulge though his trousers. She felt his prick grow hard and thick.

“Jesus,” Dave moaned. “We don’t have time for this, Goddamn it!”

“We have time,” Donna Joe assured him. “I’m very good. We have all the time we need.” She knew the tables were turned when he couldn’t seem to stop her from doing as she wanted. She unzipped his trousers and slipped her hot little hand inside, maneuvering his thick cock though the opening in his shorts and out of his trousers.

“Ummmmm,” she said. “You have such a fat-looking cock. I think I love it more than any cock I’ve ever seen.”

Strangely enough, it was true — there was something special about his big cock. She held it in her fingers and pressed her lips gently against the thick, purplish head. She felt shivers course through his body at the touch of her lips.

“Hold my tits,” she said. “It’ll make you hotter. It’ll make you shoot off quicker.”

She had learned a lot about men in a short time. She sensed his growing excitement as he cupped her big tits and began stroking them as she worked on his cock.

She held her hair back with one hand while she kissed and licked the bloated tip of his cock-meat. He tasted good. His salty come stained her lips but she didn’t mind.

She held his prick to one side and licked the entire length of it. She would have liked to be able to lick his balls, but she couldn’t do that without taking his trousers down.

Instead she licked his thick cock until it reddened and glistened with her saliva. Then she moved her tongue up and around his hot crown and began to tongue it wildly. She felt him shiver as he moved his hands from her tits to the back of her head.

“Oh shit, baby,” he said. “Suck it. Suck my hot cock! Come on and suck it!”

She teased him with her tongue until she felt that he couldn’t stand it anymore. Only then did she slowly suck the bloated crown into her lips. Her tongue rubbed over the sensitive ridge as she slowly sucked his hot cock deep into her throat.

“Ahhhhh Jesus,” he moaned. “Jesus. Your sweet mouth feels so fucking fine.”

She had reached the point where she not only loved sucking cock, she was fast becoming an expert at it. She felt his cockhead press against the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat muscles and felt his prick push deeper, as deep as possible. She felt the material of his trousers rub against her face.

“Christ!” Dave yelled. “You whore! You’ve got my whole fucking cock in your mouth!”

She tasted his cream as she moved her head back and forth. His thick, salty-tasting cock filled her mouth, and she used her teeth to nip him gently.

“Faster, bitch,” he grunted. “Faster. Suck my cock! Faster!”

She had him very excited now, so excited that he wasn’t worried about getting to work on time. She rapidly moved her head back and forth, using every trick she’d ever learned about sucking cock. He knew that he no longer had to hold her head and put his hands back on her big, round tits. She felt him squeeze her tightly as she sucked.

“It feels so good,” Dave gasped. “Your mouth feels so Goddamned good!”

His cock swelled in her lips and she began to suck harder. She felt the first few drops leak down the back of her throat.

“Shit,” Dave grunted. “I’m going to come. I’m going to blow my wad down your throat! Shit, it feels so good! Feels good! Feels so FUCKING GOOOOOD!”

He drove his prick deep in her throat one last time, and she felt him shudder violently as his hot cock began to pump his cock cream into her mouth. She swallowed the thick, creamy juice like she needed it to survive.

She didn’t release him when the last of his prick cream had emptied into her mouth, but kept licking at his cock until she had completely cleaned him.

“God,” Dave groaned. “God!”

“I told you I knew what to do,” she said.

“You sure did, baby,” he said. “You sure as hell did!”

The new apartment Dave rented was big and expensive-looking, but it was still a man’s apartment.

“It could use same cleaning,” Donna Joe said.

“Yeah,” Dave said. “I guess it could.”

She felt Dave watching her as she moved around the room. Much of Dave’s interest had to do with the outfit she wore. They had gone shopping in the last town where the bus stopped. Dave had picked out her clothes.

She now wore a short black skirt that was slitted almost to her crotch, high-heeled black shoes and a lacy white blouse without a bra. The outfit was enough to turn the head of every man they could meet.

“That outfit makes your ass look fantastic,” Dave said.

She knew that Dave was hinting. She had told Dave her entire story on the long bus ride, and had left out nothing. She wanted him to know everything, including the part where four men had assaulted her ass. That interested Dave. He admitted that he had never fucked a woman’s asshole before.

“Yes,” Dave said, licking his lips. “Your ass wiggling like that looks fantastic!”

“Well,” Donna Joe said. “What are you going to do about it?”

She remembered the pain she’d had with the four men and hoped that Dave would make it different. Besides, she’d promised Dave anything he wanted, so she couldn’t protest when he made this first request. She would give him her ass if that was what he wanted.

“Do you mean it?” Dave asked.

“I promised you anything you wanted,” Donna Joe said. “You just tell me.”

Dave grinned as he walked to her and put his arms around her. He kissed her and stabbed his tongue between her lips. He rubbed his body against her and she felt his hard cock as it throbbed in his trousers.

He moved his hands down her back and cupped her round asscheeks.

“Ummmmm,” she said, wiggling a little closer to him. “You’ve got nice hands.”

“And you’ve got a great ass,” Dave groaned.

He pulled up her skirt until he had it above her waist. His hands slipped inside her panties and touched her bare skin, his fingers worming their way between her asscheeks.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Donna Joe begged.

“I wouldn’t hurt you, baby,” Dave promised her. “I’ll take it nice and easy.”

Donna Joe didn’t believe that. She knew what could happen when Dave got carried away. She readied herself for the worst. She wasn’t going to back down.

She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, but he grew so excited that he had to push her away.

He finished undressing himself and then turned his attention back to her.

“Keep your boots on,” he told her, “but take everything else off.”

“I can’t get my panties over my boots,” she protested.

Dave solved that. He put his hand underneath her skirt and grabbed her panties. She heard them rip, and he held them up to her face.

“There’s more than one way to strip off a pair of panties,” he said, laughing.

Donna Joe shrugged. It was his money that had bought them. He could destroy his own property if he wished. He could even leave her naked if he wished. She was his.

She helped him take off her blouse and skirt and was soon naked except for her black boots. Dave immediately put his rough hand between her legs, and she felt his fingers brush against the swollen lips of her cunt.

“You’ve got a sweet body,” Dave said. “A sweet body. Big tits, and sweet little ass. And sweet-feeling pussy!” “Oooooh,” she moaned as Dave pushed her to the bed. She knew what he was going to do when he pushed her thighs apart and his head went down.

“Oh yessss,” she said. “I like that. Oh yesssss!” His tongue slipped between her cunt lips and made her gasp. She hadn’t realized how excited she was until his tongue slipped deep into her pussy. She put her hands on the back of his head and tried to pull his face closer to her moist cunt. His tongue brushed her swollen clit and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her long fingers tangled in his hair.

“That is so nice,” she moaned. “Oh, that feels so nice!”

She lifted her legs and locked them around his neck. She knew he was uncomfortable but didn’t seem to care. She hunched forward to meet his thrusting tongue and shivered as she felt the delicious length of it.

“Oh yesss!” she cued. “Eat me, eat me! I love your tongue. Oh God, I love your tongue!”

Dave knew exactly what to do with his tongue. He moved it around the walls of her cunt until she became frantic with excitement. Then he started to lick her swollen clit again. He drove her crazy as she dripped hot juice into his mouth.

“You sweet bastard,” she cried. “God, you sweet bastard! That feels so good!”

He started to play with her tits again, and she became even more aroused. She felt her plump melons swell in his hands. He was making her tingle all over.

“You’re doing a good job,” she moaned. “You’re making me crazy! You’re making me so crazy!”

She knew that he was giving enjoyment to her first because of what he was about to make her do. She forgot about the pain of having a stiff cock up her asshole, thinking only of how sweetly he was eating her cunt.

“My clitty,” she moaned. “Take my clitty in your mouth!”

He sucked her hot little clit between his lips, and she wiggled with passion as she felt him nip at the small button with his teeth. Shivers of excitement surged through her.

She knew that she looked lewd as she thrusted to meet his tongue with her hot cunt. She was now very different from the young farm girl who had once been a reluctant **** victim in the front seat of a truck. She had turned into a hungry bitch-cunt.

“God, I love it!” she cried. “I love it! Your tongue feels so good. You sweet bastard!”

His fingers dug into her titty-flesh and he began to chew her clit like he was trying to bite it off. She felt a knot of tension in her belly as she started to explode.

“I’m coming!” she cried. “God, I’m coming! You’re making me feel so good, so good. GOOOOOD!”

She humped up to meet his tongue and knew that his mouth was filling up with her juices. She heard him swallow as he drank every drop. She held his head tightly. She wasn’t afraid that he would try to escape, she held him because she felt very loving toward him.

“You bastard,” she said softly. “You sweet bastard!”

He kept his mouth at her pussy until she stopped shuddering, then raised his head. He grinned and licked his lips.

“Did that feel good?” he asked.

“Ummmmm, you bastard,” she said. “You know it felt good. It felt real good.”

“And now you’re going to make me feel good.”

“You know I am,” she said. “Anything you want.”

“You know what I want, Donna Joe.”

“Ummmmm,” Donna Joe said. “I know what you want, but fuck my cunt first. It’ll make your cock hard and wet.”

Donna Joe tugged on his hand and he dropped to the bed beside her. She put her hand on his throbbing, aroused prick, and it nearly burned her fingers. He was really turned-on by the thought of fucking her asshole.

Donna Joe tightened her fingers around his stiff cock. She slowly moved her hand up and down and saw pearly drops of jism on the round, bloated tip. She bent her head and licked the creamy drops. His come tasted hot enough to burn her tongue.

“Ummmmm,” she said. “You taste good. Your juice tastes good!”

Dave pushed her back and put his lips on one of her big tits. She gasped when he nibbled her nipple with his teeth. He put his hand between her legs, and his fingers slipped easily into her wet cunt.

“You make me feel so good,” Donna Joe moaned.

Dave rolled on top of her and pressed his prick between her legs. She opened wide and felt his cock slip through her curly pussy hairs and press against her cunt lips.

“Put it in me,” she moaned. “Ummmm. Put it in me.”

“You asked for it, bitch,” Dave grunted.

His long, hard prick slipped all the way into her cunt with one quick thrust. He put his hands underneath her ass and began to thrust his cock into her cunt as fast as he could. She felt his heavy balls slap against her as he made his prick wet in her cunt.

“Your pussy feels good,” he said. “It feels fucking fine. But I want your sweet ass!”

“Then take my asshole,” Donna Joe moaned. “Fuck my ass. Put your big piece of meat in my asshole. I don’t care! Stick it all the way in to my belly.”

Dave gave her cunt a few more long, deep strokes before he pulled out. She sighed as she felt his prickhead slip out of her pussy. She had liked that feeling, and she wasn’t sure how she’d feel about having his cock in her ass.

“Roll over,” Dave said. “I want you on your hands and knees with your ass in the air.”

She followed his directions, rolling over and climbing to her hands and knees. His fingers parted her asscheeks and she groaned as one of them pressed against her tiny hole.

“Remember your promise,” she told him. “Remember your promise to be gentle.”

“I’m going to be gentle,” he said.

She didn’t believe it — she knew how carried away a man could get, any man. He would forget all about his promise to be gentle when he put his cock against her tiny hole. She winced when she felt his finger worm it’s way into her asshole. He drove another finger into her, this one clear up to his knuckle.

“I’ve got to have my cock in you,” Dave said. “Your asshole feels tight as hell.”

Dave slipped his fingers out of her and moved closer to the bed. He put his bloated cock against her tiny asshole. She felt the first hot pressure as he pushed his prick against her and tried to relax. She knew it would be better that way, but there was so much pressure and she was so afraid. She still remembered the pain that the four men had given her. Of course it had felt better after a while, but there had been so much pain at the beginning.

Her fear kept her from relaxing. She was stiff, and she trembled as Dave began to apply pressure. She nearly screamed as his thick cockhead started to force her asshole apart.

“No!” she cried out. “No, Dave! I’ve changed my mind.”

“It’s too late,” Dave said. “You can’t change your mind now. It’s too late!”

“But you promised to be gentle,” she begged. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I’m trying not to hurt you,” Dave said.

But he wasn’t frying. He pressed harder and she felt his hot cock-meat stretch her asshole. He was halfway inside when she squirmed, but it did no good. He was too intent on getting his prick inside of her.

“Stop,” she begged.

“I’m almost there, baby,” Dave said. “Almost.”

Suddenly he was completely inside of her. She felt his balls rest against her asscheeks and knew he hadn’t hurt her too badly, not as badly as she’d been hurt before. She relaxed a little and he didn’t hurry her. He was content to let his cock rest against her for a short while.

“Now,” she whispered. “Now you can fuck me.”

He began to move his prick in and out of her asshole. He reached around her and his fingers found her hot cunt. He stabbed two fingers inside and moved them around, and immediately she became wet. She found herself pushing back to meet the shallow thrusts of his cock in her asshole.

“Yesssss,” she cried out savagely. “You can fuck me now! You can fuck me hard! It feels so good!”

Dave went crazy. He reached his free hand around to play with her big tits, and soon his hot hand made her even more aroused. She felt her clit swell against the fingers of his other hand.

“Oh fuck me hard!” she moaned. “Fuck me hard!”

He gave it to her as hard as he could, shaking her whole body with the violent force of his strokes. She felt his hot cockhead swell and knew it wasn’t going to last for long.

“Pour it in me!” she cried. “Come in my ass! Come in my ass!”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dave groaned. “Fuck, you bitch! I’m going to come. I’m going to come! Oh, you fucking hot bitch! You Goddamned hot fucking bitch! BIIIITCH!”

She felt his hot juice as it spurted into her asshole. She ground herself against him as his jism filled her, and she felt the wetness leaking down her thighs.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned. “Ohhh, I like that!”

He gave her a few more deep strokes and then slipped his prick out of her asshole. He fell on the bed beside her. She hadn’t been satisfied but that didn’t matter. She knew Dave would be ready again in a short time. She had found a real man in Dave.

Donna Joe knew she’d found more than just a man. She’d found a place to stay for a while.

THE END