Kimberly McArthur sat in her chair and shyly looked at the floor; her heart was pounding but she could also sense the nervousness of the other half dozen playmates all sitting in a line at one end of the large room. These command performances always excited the girls; after dinner they would be lined up so that whoever the publisher's special guest was that evening could make his or her selection for a bedtime play thing. Every playmate was thrilled by the prospect of being chosen as the 'special lady' for the evening, especially when the guest making the selection was a celebrity: an actor or musician or sports star. But tonight was different. The special guests were a motorcycle gang led by the infamous Reggie.
The gang had seemed out of place in the elegant surroundings of the dining room; they leeringly teased the playmates but followed Mansion protocol so there was no touching…for now. The beautiful girls could barely finish their meals, knowing what was to follow after dinner. But lovely Kimberly, sitting between the publisher and the gang leader, was more nervous than the rest. Since the delicious Texan had arrived at the Mansion she had been the only selection made by the visitors at the after dinner gatherings; no guest, man or women, could resist the soft and sweet and sexy charms of the shapely young Miss January.
Tonight was no different. All through dinner she could feel Reggie's hot wet breathing, thick with the aroma of his cigar, as he leaned over to peer down the incredible cleavage of her tight dress. The publisher was no better; he was recommending the delicious Texan highly and kept talking about what a delightful girl she was and how everyone at the Mansion adored this 'special' playmate.
To make matters worse, the girls had been told that the playmate selected tonight was going to be the star of a special pictorial featuring her and the entire gang. From their rough behavior it was clear what the men had in mind. Immediately after dinner the gang went out onto the grounds, their bikes parked under a tree where the lights for the shoot were already set up. They sat on the lawn drinking as they waited for Reggie to make the selection.
Inside sweet and shy Kimberly gave a reassuring squeeze to Lourdes Estores' thigh; the dark Hawaiian girl was trembling under Reggie's voracious gaze. He and the publisher sat on the couch sipping brandy as they talked over the merits of each of the luscious playmates and their intense whispering intimidated all the girls.
"Kimberly, would you stand up please?" The publisher's voice was soft and benign; still it felt like a blow to the curvaceous girl's belly. Lourdes squeezed her hand but the Hawaiian girl gulped loudly as she was the next to be commanded to rise. Finally Marlene Janssen was told to stand and she towered over the other two quaking playmates.
The publisher and the gang leader had an urgent but quiet conversation as the playmates awaited word of their fate. Reggie kept shaking his head and holding up two fingers, clearly demanding a pair of the bodacious beauties for his gang's pleasure. The publisher would listen with a blank face then point at each of the three standing playmates as if to explain the unique qualities of each. Kimberly squeezed Lourdes' hand again trying to give the dark girl courage; Miss June was struggling to suppress her moans. Kimberly hoped that frightened girl would not be selected but she wasn't sure she wanted to have herself picked either.
Still, she was intrigued by the brutal power of the gang leader. She imagined herself scuffling with the gang: she's in a circle of motorcycles blinded by the glare of their headlights…strong hands grip her wrists as she tries to escape…her long blonde hair is flying wildly and she's squealing in protest…the gang is laughing at her futile resistance …the soft blue of the tight cotton dress seems to mock the rosy flush of her skin as she struggles, her high heeled shoes can't find purchase on the soft wet grass…she kicks out bravely but a rough hand captures her ankle, then her other leg is caught…a virgin for the sacrifice, she still wriggles in the air as she's carried to the center of the circle of headlights…finally each of her limbs is held down by a gang member…the wet grass soaks the back of her dress… the only sound now is her own panting and fearful whimpering… her dress is torn away, with a roaring yank…the gang gasps at the sight of her marvelous breasts as the juicy mounds heave with excitement…her pussy is wet and glittering with arousal…then Reggie is standing over her undoing his leather trousers…
Kim's reverie was broken by the thud of Reggie's boots as he stood and walked across the room. All three of the standing girls held their breaths, fearful of his choice. Kimberly was certain that he was coming to possess her and she shivered and blushed; but instead he went to the window and signaled to his gang.
The hulking brute of a man pulled some cloth from his back pocket, in one hand a gag and in the other hand strands of silk to bind a girl's wrists and ankles; the playmates barely had time to react before two from the gang burst into the room. Lourdes let out a sharp cry when Reggie touched her shoulder.
'Don't you go too far, luau girl," he snarled into her ear, "You and me got a date tomorrow." Abruptly he tossed the gag and bindings to his friends and he gestured towards Marlene. "We're doing the tall bitch tonight."
In seconds Marlene was bound and gagged; then thrashing and bucking the whole time she was carried out by the gang. Before he left, Reggie turned to give Kimberly a lecherous wink.
A heavy silence fell over the room as the sound of Marlene's struggles faded. The publisher stood by the window watching the gang carry their captive into the circle of motorcycles; even from across the room Kimberly could see the bright beams of the headlights as they fixed onto the writhing playmate.
With a clap of his hands the publisher turned back to the remaining girls. "Well, that should turn out well," he said cheerfully, "Lourdes, how would you like to see the galleys of the Sugar Ray Leonard interview?" Of course he was telling the dark playmate that tonight she would be pleasuring him and the young girl was so relieved that she practically leapt into his waiting arms.
Kimberly stood still as the other playmates murmured to each other, expressing relief for themselves and curiosity about Marlene. The sound of the gang's victorious whoops filled the room. Slowly the playmates drifted away except for Kimberly. She felt strange being alone and she wasn't sure how she felt about not being picked. Her pretty head cocked as she listened to the sounds of Marlene's struggles and for a second she again imagined herself held by the gang as Reggie, dark as a stormcloud, slowly lowered himself onto her tender body. Then she giggled her sweet Southern giggle and with a shrug wiped all thoughts of Reggie from her mind. Spinning with the grace of a dancer she stood on tiptoe and stretched up to select a fat novel from a shelf. How nice to have the evening to herself she decided.
Back in her room she tossed the thick volume on her bed and she danced to the mirror and began to unpeel her tight silk dress. She knew her room was exceptional --rigged with two way mirrors and hidden cameras-- and she was never sure when someone might be watching. The sweet Southern belle couldn't help feeling a little silly but she always got a distinct thrill out of knowing she was giving men pleasure. Her bright eyes gazed into the glass as her pale plush velvet flesh came into view. She had the sudden sense of a dark piercing stare devouring her from behind the mirror; she even thought she heard a lusting snarl as her huge and bouncy breasts danced into view. With a seductive giggle she tossed the flimsy dress into the mirror and skipped away to the bathroom.
The warm water invigorated the delightful playmate and each pulsating drop was a hot kiss on her moist luxuriant flesh. The minty soap tingled over her body and her nipples hardened under her own playful touch. She resisted the temptation to pleasure herself as she rubbed her body with a coarse cloth; every one of her nerve endings was electric with excitement but she just savored the loving touch of the shower as rivulets of silver water danced over the minty suds clinging to her curves.
Even the bathroom mirrors could be used to watch the succulent girl and Kimberly felt a little thrill stepping out of the shower glistening in her beauteous nakedness; she wondered and half hoped someone was watching. Smiling sweetly to the glass in case anyone was there, she used a warm towel to pat her soft skin. Suddenly the feeling of a dark gaze filled her with a strangely delicious dread. She glanced out the window and she could see the lights of the bikes. She shuddered as she thought of Reggie while she patted her lush velvet skin with the towel; now she only gave the glass uncertain nervous glances. "Silly girl," she said out loud, if only to fill the empty air of the room, "You're gonna scare yourself to death." She giggled her charming little giggle but her eyes betrayed her uncertainty.
The white silk robe she wrapped around her body was a gift from the publisher; it was short, barely covering her thighs but the cool fabric felt so good as it kissed her still damp skin. She pulled it tight around her curves and her lush breasts were outlined nicely in the tight silk. "Silly girl," she decided again. "All you're gonna do is spend the night with a good book."
Something made her pause for a moment before turning the knob to leave the bathroom. She glanced again at the mirror and shook her head as if to shake off the strange erotic thrill of the gaze that she certain was only in her head. The small room smelled of the vibrant mint of the soap and Kimberly herself looked and smelled as fresh and sweet as new mowed grass. When she opened the door the thick bitter cloud of cigar smoke was a slap in the face.
The shy sweet playmate froze in the doorway for a moment blinking into the haze of smoke. Reggie was leaning against the warm cherry wood vanity and he blew another smoke ring towards the bright gleaming playmate. They both watched as the ring floated across the room and seemed to engulf the tender girl. He grinned and put the cigar down. Kimberly frowned disapprovingly for a second, knowing that the expensive veneer would have a burn. She then smiled slyly, thinking, "Silly girl, you have other things to worry about just this minute."
She remained in place, her curves silhouetted by the light from the bathroom. Her fresh and innocent aroma slowly conquered the sharp edge of his cigar. The silk robe clung to each curve of her body putting her completely on display. Her wet hair glistened in the light and her eyes flashed with challenge. She contemplated the hulking mass in front of her. He was tall and his shaved head made him even taller. His cruel mouth was curled into mocking smile. He stood still except for his large hand which, after balancing the cigar on the edge of the vanity, now wrapped around the neck of a bottle of bourbon; Kimberly slyly noticed that for all his confidence his fingers were anxiously tapping on the glass bottle. She looked at the boots he had kicked off into a corner of the room. She saw that his shirt had been tossed casually onto the bed and now covered her book. "Well, he's got ideas doesn't he?" she thought to herself. Her eyes returned to the bare-chested man and she slowly and brazenly studied the muscles of his arms; her eyes demurely avoided the bulge showing in his leather pants and she looked up and stared him down. She was calm now, beyond the first shock and the abstract fear that had haunted the mirror.
And so, confronting him face to face, she showed audacious defiance with the leftward veer of her chin; the way she held her breath and held one tiny foot thrown forward, weight squared and balanced like a fencing master showed her confidence, but the tremble in her limbs as she strained to control herself revealed her vulnerability. Above all, the pounding of her heart kindled in her a stirring to dive over the edge of some great height, an intense upsurge of precarious desire.
Her fingers toyed with the cool brass door knob; she knew that she could take one step back and slam the door. At the Mansion she'd be safe from his attack if he tried to break it down; staff would be in the room in a minute if she screamed. She shifted the weight on her legs and lifted one foot. Her eyes were fixed on his. He lifted the bottle and took a long drink, still sparring with the girl, his gaze as his weapon.
Kimberly's delicate foot hovered gracefully, as if over a precipice; she intended to step backwards into the bathroom but the foot flew forward and her body was thrust into the bedroom. The door slammed behind her with a jolt and she leaned back as if to sink into the sensuous whorls of the fine grained oak. All her weight on her right leg, her toes dug into the plush carpet; with her other leg bent and her knee jutting out, her left foot pressed against the door behind her. She hugged herself and trembled but the embrace seemed to lift her chest up in offering to him.
She held her breath in panic and neither of them moved. Her sweet scent swirled around the room embracing the smoke of his cigar.
After a long pause, she made her decision and smiled her sweet Southern belle smile.
"Oh," she said softly, batting her eyes like Scarlett O'Hara. "I didn't see you there." She spoke shyly, cocking her head in curiosity like an exotic bird. "I'm all wet 'cause I just took a shower." He nodded slowly at the obvious. Her juicy body gleamed like crystal.
"I'm sorry I'm not wearing any clothes." She looked down at her own curves as if to confirm how seductive she looked as she teased him. "Just this, um, little robe around me."
She shook her head and her strawberry gold locks tumbled over her shoulders in soft ringlets. "My hair is soaked." She shyly lifted a graceful hand and gently ran it through the wet sensuous hair. "Is that OK with you?"
Reggie enjoyed the game. Still leaning against the vanity he gestured towards the girl, an indifferent wave of his hand but it felt like another slap to the tender girl.
"Oh, you want me to go over to the bed?" she whispered quietly, still in the game. She paused again and with a submissive sigh lifted herself away from the oak door. She strutted to the bed, her head held high and her shapely legs taking long confident strides, proud as a peacock. She stopped and turned to him, her hands on her hips and her breasts jutting forward. She cocked her head again and tried to wait calmly as her heart pounded frantically.
He came over with a self-satisfied swagger and stood in front of her; Kimberly curled her toes into the luxurious carpet and looked up at him with defiance.
Reggie tucked the bourbon bottle under his arm and cupped the quivering playmate's heaving breasts. His strong thick fingers sank like eagle claws into her milky flesh; a jolt of electric menace shot through her. "Oh, you're such a nasty boy," she purred, moistening her lush lips.
His greedy hands wandered all over her flesh and she let out little kittenish mews of pleasure but then resisted when he tried to nudge her back onto the bed. She squealed with surprise when he grabbed her juicy bottom and lifted her up against his cock.
"Ooooo, aren't you excited," she teased, grinding into his pelvis as she dangled in the air balancing on his huge palms. Finally the hulking man managed to lower her down onto the sheets; dropping backwards she lifted her head and found his mouth. The fresh honey scent of her hair gave way to the sweet strawberry nectar of her lips and tongue. She surrendered completely opening her teeth to let his tongue snake in to violate her crisp and effervescent purity.
Her curvy body sank back into the soft satin sheets and the cool fabric kissed her warm damp skin. She squirmed eagerly, watching his massive body lower over her, black and menacing and potent, his smoky rugged smell intoxicating her and conjuring up the fantasies she had earlier. She mewed meekly, offering her juicy body to him as he stretched out alongside her sweetness.
Resting on his side, he lifted his massive head and pressing his elbow into the mattress he lazily leaned his massive head on the palm of his hand. His other hand busied itself over her pliant flesh. The bourbon was squeezed between them and Kimberly winced at both the bottle's cold touch and the hot rush of man's rough caresses. He brushed his hand over her face and she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth, demonstrating the acrobatics of her tongue. When she released him he squeezed her breasts and kneaded her flesh hungrily.
Kimberly bit her lip, closing her eyes to hide her arousal and she tried to control the pleasure the force of his hand and the heat of his body were giving her. His hand cupped the mound of her golden bush, barely visible under the thin silk of the robe; the edge of the garment was just under the dewy triangle. His hand became too much and she held his wrist in a futile attempt to stop his assault.
"Do you want to take my robe off?" she whispered meekly with a vixenish twang ringing in her melodious voice.
His hand paused over her belly and he looked down appreciatively at the delicious playmate. The robe was tied with a silk cord and he twirled the end between his fingers, a cat playing with his prey. She looked down and watched; hypnotized, her eyes followed his hand rising above her belly and pulling the cord with it. She could feel the knot loosening; she held her breath, staring at his hand as it rose higher. The white cord stretched up and already the soft silk robe fell away from her damp skin.
The knot burst open suddenly and a sharp gasp burst from her lips. The cord dropped onto her belly and his hand followed; his fingers, hot and hungry, slithered under the silk with electric menace. She held her breath and he gently flipped the fabric away. The edges of the robe clung to the tips of her rock hard nipples, hiding the luscious treasures. She was going to surrender but she wasn't yielding her glory to him yet; with a teasing giggle she rolled over as if to hide her breasts and he pulled the robe down her back and arms, leaving her face down and naked next to him.
She shuddered as the heat of his palm stretched out over her ankles and began to glide up her legs. He circled around the pale orbs of her bottom and continued up her spine. With her blushing cheek against the satin sheet her head was turned so she could watch the delight in his eyes as he studied her naked body. His fingers pianoed up her spine.
"Mmmm, your hand is so strong," she purred seductively, encouraging him to dig into her flesh with massaging fingers. "That's so nice, what you're doing. That's good. Massage my shoulders. Mmmmm, now my neck. You feel so good." The diminutive playmate seemed to be taking charge but the rough gang leader didn't mind; her body was beautiful and so sweet to touch. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms over her head, laying them flat onto the sheets. His fingers dug deep into the muscles of her back and shoulders and neck, relaxing her into an erotic trance.
"Mmmmmm, you feel so good," she purred, "I bet you can be a real sweet lover. Will you make love to me nice and slow and…Hey!" Her eyes popped wide and she would have sat up except his hand held her down. With his other hand he had poured a shot of bourbon into the cute little dimple at the base of her spine. The alcohol was icy on her warm skin. Chuckling, he bent down and slurped it up; combined with the minty freshness of her flesh the bourbon was like a mint julep. The Southern belle wriggled as he poured himself another shot in that dimple. "Hey!"
When he lifted his hand she squirmed around and he finally had a look at the heavenly peaks of her breasts. Their flawless beauty made him pause and Kimberly smiled like a Cheshire cat, knowing that he was mesmerized. She sank back into the sheets and spread her body out as a feast for his eyes. With greedy fire blazing in his gaze he drank in her generous curves and juicy flesh; her creamy breasts jiggled as she breathed softly and her flat belly fluttered with excitement. His eyes widened as he studied the delicate golden curls of her bush.
Kimberly could feel the heat of his gaze running up and down her body and she liked it. "Do I look pretty?" she asked meekly, "Do you want to…make love with me?" Her Texan twang was soft and lilting.
His answer was to bend in and kiss her deeply, fucking her mouth with his tongue. The tiny girl squirmed as his mouth impaled hers and his hand mauled her flesh. And she squealed when he poured some of the cool liquor into her cute navel and slurped it up. And she struggled when he pressed the bottle against her lips and poured some of the fiery bourbon into her rosy mouth. And she giggled when he poured bourbon over each nipple and sucked fiercely to drink it up. She sobbed with pleasure as her delicious flesh disappeared into his mouth. His teeth clamped down to make her scream and buck and when she finally caught her breath she asked sweetly, "Would you like me to take your pants off for you?" She licked her lips, "I'm just about gonna die if I don't get those pants off you soon."
If Reggie's grim silence intimidated the young girl she didn't show it. With a warm smile she raised herself on her elbows and asked again, Southern hospitality and charm ringing in her voice, "Would care for me to take your pants off?" She didn't wait for an answer, she sat up and her nimble fingers went to work over the laces closing his leather pants. "Oh my, that thing of yours is so big; I bet it's all squeezed and mushed inside these tight pants," she giggled. Each touch of her fingers made his cock throb under the leather and he suppressed a groan as she worked her delicate magic.
At last the pants were loosened. "Here, let's get these off," she said cheerfully. She pushed the pants down and when his cock sprang up into her face she let out a gasp. "Ooooee, that's a big one!" She looked up into his eyes, "You'll have to be gentle when you put it in me. I'm just a tiny little girl and you are so big and rough and strong." Her voice was breathless and eager. She had the pants around his ankles now and then they fell to the floor with a heavy thud. "I want to make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?" Her pleading eyes were brimming with a deep yearning.
With soothing prods she urged him onto his back as she sat up on her knees. Her hands traced over the muscles of his body, scratching lightly. She kept her eyes locked onto his and she signaled her desire with a blazing gaze. Finally her butterfly touch alighted onto his cock. It jerked up like a wild beast.
"Well, you are excited!" she exclaimed appreciatively, giving the shaft a loving squeeze and admiring it with wide eyes. She looked down at it, licking her lips like a school girl in an ice cream parlor. "It's going to hurt going inside me," she said almost reverently, "I don't know if I'll be able to take it all in." She continued to stare at the throbbing shaft, contemplating its force piercing her tender body.
She jerked her head, turning to look at him as if she had a new idea. "Can I kiss it? I best it tastes good." Again, the naked playmate didn't wait for permission; her bright pink tongue stretched out, trembling as it brushed over the tip of his shaft. She licked the entire length, her head bobbing up and down several times before she sat up, smacking her lips. "I was right! It's delicious!" She was delighted with her new toy but her face grew serious. "I want to suck it, is that OK? You don't mind?"
As she bent down again she brushed her soft hair away from her face so she could watch his reaction as she took him into her mouth. She spent a long time with her lips around the tip of the shaft, then with a grunt she shifted her body, struggling to get his cock down her throat. Her two tiny hands wrapped around the base of the pole and she slowly worked her mouth over him. The effort was too much and she pulled him to his side as she collapsed onto the sheets. From this position it was easier for the eager girl to get more of him deep down her throat. But easier still wasn't easy; she struggled mightily to please her man, to take him all into her sweet throat. Holding his hips she swiveled her body and tried to push her face over his shaft while her shapely legs dangled over the side of the bed; she made gentle little grunting sounds as she slowly sucked more of him into her. The whole time her tiny hands stroked the base of the massive shaft. Her eager eyes flashed with delight, telling him she was ready for the tsunami she knew would be pouring into her soon.
He was silent as stone, watching his playmate work over his cock with her rich full mouth, watching her eyes grow brighter with each throb of the veins pumping seed down his shaft, loading up for the explosion that couldn't be stopped. His fingers were wrapped in her golden hair but he was letting her pretty little head do all the work.
She only had about half of him inside her mouth when he closed his eyes and she braced herself, knowing what was coming.
With one hand he released her hair and slapped down once on her plump round ass; at the same time he came. He came hard and heavy, the floodgates bursting forth with hot white lava.
The tiny playmate's legs shot straight out as if the velocity of his orgasm had forced his lava down through her body to her toes. She gulped and swallowed, ravenously devouring him, letting every drop flood deep into her belly. When he finally emptied, her tongue twisted around the shaft as, like a crab, she slowly crawled backwards to disengage her head. She would have looked comical except she moved with a delicate grace and regal dignity that made him start to stiffen again. Her lips came off him with a loud pop and she smiled happily, licking her lips and sitting up like a teen at a pajama party. She reached over his waist for the bourbon and with a sultry look in her eyes she took a drink, holding the bottle high and pouring it down her throat. She swished some liquor around in her mouth and gave him her vixen grin.
"Did you like that?" she asked softly. "Was it OK? I loved that you came in my mouth, but oh my god, it was so huge! I wanted to suck it all but I couldn't." She chattered like a school girl and she lightly scratched over his chest as she spoke. "When you put it in me, you know…" Her voice dropped to stage whisper, "In my pussy, I promise I'll take it all, no matter how much it hurts." Her face became serious; her fingers still danced seductively over his skin. She looked like an angel, a very sexy naked angel. "Do you still want to? You know. To make love? I want you to come inside me, but maybe I don't deserve it." As she spoke she was shifting herself and guided him to a sitting position at the same time. "I mean, if I can't suck you right why you should want to come in me I'm sure don't know." His legs were now hanging over the side and her ripe and ready body was crawling face down over his lap. "I've been so bad," she purred, her belly over his lap and her hair draped down to the floor. She reached up between his legs and started to gently stroke his inner thighs. "I'm a naughty girl and you're so big and strong." She jiggled her cute pale bottom and left no doubt what she meant.
His hand came down hard, one firm slap on her plump, juicy rear. A bright red blush glowed on each flawless globe. Kimberly looked up at him from over her shoulders. Her hair was in sexy disarray; her eyes, bright with anticipation. She knew what she wanted. "I'm a bad girl." Slap. "So bad." Slap. "You're so big and strong." Slap. "Yes." Slap. "Yes!" Slap. "Oh My God, YES!"
Her hands found his balls and cock and she stroked his arousal as her behind took the punishment, glowing now bright red. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned with each stroke, her voice becoming more sweet and lovely by the second. Her hands stoked his shaft and it jerked and pulsated like a savage beast. She wriggled and writhed under the blows, stretching up her neck and holding out her tongue to capture the explosion she knew was coming.
He continued to spank her as he came in her mouth. Her legs kicked in wild excitement and she consumed his seed with glee. Overwhelmed she finally slid off his lap and onto the floor, springing to her knees so she could finish off the fire blasting out of him. Her rear tingled and she shivered as the sensation in her throat and bottom seemed to collide inside her.
Not able to take any more she collapsed backwards. Supporting herself on her elbows she looked up and smiled. "Did I do it right?" Her voice, gentle music.
His answer was to tower over her, pull her hair back brusquely and pour more of the fiery bourbon down her lovely throat. Kimberly pulled away from the bottle, her eyes blazing like a tempestuous siren in an Italian movie; she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You're so good to me," she laughed.
Balancing like a ballerina she rose from the floor and like a ballerina she displayed her grace and beauty with care and concentration, standing on her toes to highlight her shapely legs and pushing her shoulders back and thrusting out her bodacious chest; her slender arms hovered in the air like the wings of a bird about to take flight. "I feel so good, thank you." She looked down at her sexy perspiration soaked body. "But I'm all sweaty now," she pouted. "You just rest right here and let me freshen up for you. I want to look pretty for you."
Humming happily, the playmate skipped back into the bathroom but she left the door open so he could enjoy the sight of her nude body under the water of the shower. The steamed up glass of the shower's door could not hide the lush curves of her body as she caressed herself with the minty soap. She spent a long time washing and stroking herself, knowing that even the shadowy images on the foggy glass would be enticing to him. She pressed her plump ass against the door to give him a good view of her juicy body.
Finally, a delicate little foot appeared from behind the glass and a glistening wet goddess slowly emerged from the shower. She shyly covered her breasts with one arm and coyly covered her bush with a trembling hand, demurely looking up at him with upturned eyes. Still trying to cover herself she giggled softly as she reached for a towel and began to pat her moist skin. So began an elaborate dance as she used the towel to hide her body as she dried herself with great care. "I want to give you my body…so you can do everything you want with me…and I mean everything!" A flash of delight in her eyes accented her sweet chatter, then a cute faux serious furrow of her brows. "But you're so big! I hope I can take it…you know…all the way inside me…" She continued the teasing dance with the towel and slyly glanced at him watch his arousal. "I know it will feel so good to have your big fat hardness in me, but…go gentle…please." Her voice was soft and fervent; both her desire and her anxiety were very real. While she chattered like a school girl, he sat, silent and stony and dark, staring at the angelic beauty of the scrumptious playmate. Her innocence spun a web around him but his brutally could not be hidden.
Her tiny white hand reached for a crystal perfume bottle and her slender fingers wrapped around the glass stopper. The aroma of the perfume danced between Reggie and the playmate as she discretely touched the long glass tongue of the stopper between her breasts and the liquid burst forth in sweet seductive scent as it kissed her skin. "I want to smell nice for you," she giggled.
The glass stopper tinkled like a chime as she replaced it carefully. With a slow soft swaying of her hips she moved towards the bed, wrapping the towel around herself. "There, all fresh and clean for my man," she said proudly; she stood in front of him, hugging the towel to her body. Her aroma was mint and honey and the exotic flowers of the perfume. "You know what?" she whispered conspiratorially, "The whole time I was in the shower I was imagining your big strong hands all over my body…touching me, stroking me…" She lifted his hand to the edge of the towel. "Do you want to take the towel off me?" With his hand holding the end of the towel, she turned in tiny light steps and the fabric slowly unfurled from her moist body.
The towel fell to the floor. She stood before him, nude and fragile and willing, her hands at her sides with palms upturned in submission. "Do you want to make love with me now?"
Still silent, he lunged like a wolf and pulled her onto his lap. She squealed into his mouth as his tongue raped her. The delicious aroma of her fueled a kiss that was fireworks and more fireworks. His hands ravished her breasts and ass, everywhere at once.
When his head dipped down to kiss and bite and suck on her candy hard nipples she laughed in victory. "Oh my, I guess you do want my body!" She threw her head back to feed more of her chest into his mouth. He sucked and licked and bit voraciously and the buxom girl was pliant and eager to please. She let out a sharp yelp though when his fangs bit hard into the flesh of her shoulders.
"Reggie baby," she breathed huskily in her lilting Texan twang, "You don't have to be rough; I'm gonna let you do everything." Her soft fingers took his rough hands and placed them back on her heaving breasts. She gazed earnestly into his smoldering eyes. "And I do mean everything. You can have me any way you want and any time you want." She squirmed into his mauling grasp; her hands slid down his belly and delicately caressed the tip of his shaft. "If you want to bang me in a window on Rodeo Drive I'll let you." Her fingers wrapped around the thick hard cock. "But baby, I need you to fuck me hard right now."
He remained still as a stone but his eyes burned with lust. "Dammit, I sure wish he would say something," the sweet belle thought to herself; still, she had been telling the truth: she did need him to take her. Limber and flexible as a yoga teacher she straightened her left leg and pointed her toes to the ceiling. In a sweeping arc her shapely limb brushed over his chest until the leg was on his right side. With her hips around him she braced her arms on his shoulders and lifted herself up, gliding the curls of her bush over the veins of his cock.
Her gaze was soft and sincere and loving. Supporting herself on her knees and with her arms on his shoulders she slowly rubbed her slit over the tip of his cock. "It's so good inside me, so sweet. I want you, all of your big fat cock in me. Don't you want to do me?" She lowered herself slightly, letting his monster pierce her delicate gates. "Oh My God, it's big, so big." She sank down a bit more. "God, I want you in me; I need you big strong cock inside me." She let out a soft whimper, wincing slightly with pain. "No, baby, it's good; I want you in me." Her plush buxom body oozed down further, her candy hard nipples caressing over his chest, her breath warm and moist and desperate. She shifted her legs so they stretched out over the sheets behind him and she sank down further, slowly and softly and meekly purring as his massive rod filled her sweetness. Finally the cheeks of her plump ass rested on his thighs and her sex had received him completely; her soft body squirmed as she whimpered. "Oh yes, baby, you feel so good inside me, deep inside me. Do I make you feel good?"
His claw-like hands dug deep into the flesh of her thighs and he thrust up brutally raising his legs up on his toes for maximum leverage. Delicious Kimberly bounced into the air with a whoop and her body fell backwards; she had to brace herself with her palms flat on the floor as she dangled upside down from his lap. Now he really started drilling into her; she wrapped her legs around his waist to support herself but every cruel thrust sent her body flying and with each thrust she pushed back on her hands to meet his cock as it hammered into her.
In the mirror on the wall across from the bed they could both watch Kimberly's huge creamy breasts dance and spin as they dangled down towards her face; her golden hair swept over the floor and her eyes were bright with lust. "Oh, oh, oh, yes, baby, yes," she gasped; her face flush with the blood rushing to her brain. In and out he pounded as, up and down, the tiny upside down playmate bounced. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped over and over urging him to drill deeper into her moist hot depths.
"I'm gonna come," she finally squealed and her legs squeezed tight around him as her pliant supple body went rigid and began to rattle uncontrollably. He rammed in and let loose a fiery cannon ball to meet the flood gushing around his cock. The gorgeous girl let herself surrender to an endless conflagration of bliss.
When she recovered her senses she found herself kneeling on the floor and bent over; as she stretched her arms out to support herself she felt Reggie, silent and grim behind her, pushing her forward as he shoved inside her sex.
"Oh, you are insatiable!" she giggled. A grunt came out of her as he thrust into her with force. "I guess you do like me well enough." She chattered on, almost afraid to let his silence fill the room. "You sure know how to treat a girl." Suddenly there was a piercing scream from the playmate outside with the gang. Kimberly pondered for a moment. "If you want you can give me to your gang too. I mean if you don't want to keep me all to yourself. You know... A gangbang." Her voice lowered to a reverent whisper, "I'll do anything for you."
This set the biker off somehow. He grabbed a handful of her hair as he rose up and he pushed across the room, pressing her face and body into the floor to ceiling mirror.
"Please," she whimpered.
Kimberly felt the cold glass against her cheek and shivered. The strong hand held her in place. She couldn't move.
"Let me go," she pleaded.
"There, there, honey," the man said, his voice deep and hoarse. "I'm not gonna hurt you." This was the first time he had spoken since entering the room and his snake oil voice oozed into her making her shiver.
"Please," she whispered, meek and soft.
"No," the tall man said, "we're just going to play. You wanna play biker chick right?"
Kimberly groaned. Then, she felt his hands between her thighs, strong, rough hands, moving towards her crotch.
"No!" she said, trying to break free.
She felt another hand on her shoulder, forcing her up against the glass. She sighed. This was hopeless.
She felt the fingers pushing between her moist thighs. As a rough finger touched her labia, she gasped.
"No. Please," she whispered.
The finger began moving against her flesh, massaging her. Gently, the biker rubbed his finger rhythmically against her pussy lips, probing at her sex. Kimberly closed her eyes as the biker kept massaging her slit, gradually slipping his fingertip into her pussy.
"No. Stop it..." she whimpered.
As the man pinned her against the wall, Kimberly felt the finger entering her again and again, exploring her reluctant crevice. And (oh God, this can't be happening)...
... she was getting wet again.
Once again, Kimberly struggled to break free. But the man merely applied even more force and held her still, pinned up against the mirror.
"P-p-please," she sobbed.
Love juice wet the biker's finger, as it gently poked Kimberly's flesh. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, it slipped further and further into her moist flesh. In a slow, sensuous rhythm, the biker masturbated her pussy with his finger.
Then, she felt his thumb reaching around to touch her clit. Kimberly jumped as he found it and gently began circling his thumb around the base of her love button. Fucking her with one digit and massaging her clit with his thumb, the biker made Kimberly squirm and moan with pleasure.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she sobbed.
"I think she likes it," the bald man said.
"No," she whimpered, ashamed - though in fact she was close to an orgasm.
And suddenly she realized: This was her fantasy. Her biker fantasy had unexpectedly come true. Not like a dream, but as a nightmare. But still: Close enough to her fantasy to make her excited against her will.
Something soft and wet touched her labia. Oh God, Kimberly thought, it was his tongue. The biker was licking her pussy. She heard him slurping at her wet flesh as his tongue lapped up her juice. Greedily, he licked and sucked at her tender sex.
Kimberly closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the cool flat glass. She gave in to the sensations of pleasure and let the biker lick her pussy. He seemed to sense her surrender. Grunting, he began sucking at her slit with even greater vigor, drinking the wetness from her excited crevice.
"Ahhh," she sighed.
The bald man grabbed her long blonde hair, pulling her head back.
"Look at me," he ordered, and Kimberly opened her eyes. His eyes were gleaming, mad with excitement.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like it," he grinned.
"I..." Kimberly began.
"You nasty little bitch," the bald man said. "Boy, are we gonna have fun with you tonight."
"Spread your legs," the man behind her said. "Spread them wide."
As Kimberly hesitated, she felt his hands grabbing the insides of her thighs pushing her legs apart. She steadied herself against the wall. Reggie held her shoulders, keeping her still.
"Okay," he said. "Here we go."
Kimberly's head was spinning. She knew what was next, and sure enough: something warm and swollen pushed hard against her pussy - the tall man's erect cock.
"Yeah," he said. "Open wide, baby. Here we go."
"Ahhh," she moaned as he pushed forward, forcing the tip of his tool into her.
It felt big, wide and hard, as it poked her. Bigger than when she sucked it before; bigger than when they were on the bed- her fear made it bigger. But she was wet now, very wet, and inch-by-inch the bulging cock entered her slit, slowly opening her tender flesh.
"Oh God," she whispered. "Oh God."
The biker grabbed her ass-cheeks and pulled back. Then he thrust forward again, impaling Kimberly on his rigid cock.
"Aaah!" she cried.
Again and again the biker lunged forward, thrusting his excited cock in and out of her slit with fast and powerful strokes.
"Unh! Unh!" he grunted, fucking her hard up against the mirror.
Kimberly's entire body shook. The biker hammered into her sex with animal savagery - and she was excited, excited as hell. She was being raped, but it felt so good, she never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to keep going, to fuck her like the filthy animal he was.
"Ohhh..." she groaned.
He grabbed her by the hair again.
"Are you coming, bitch?" he hissed.
And yes, Kimberly realized she was. A powerful orgasm was building up inside her, ready to knock her off her feet. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to scream out loud with pleasure.
The tall man leaned over her, still vigorously hammering his cock into her pussy.
"Come for me, baby," he whispered into her ear. "You know you want to."
Kimberly sobbed helplessly, fixing her gaze into the glass, watching the lust in his eyes.
"Ohmigod," she gasped.
It was happening. No stopping it now.
A few more times the tall man's rigid cock thrust into her juicy sex, and then - she came.
"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah!"
It was a powerful orgasm. For a split second she was unaware of anything but the gigantic rush of pleasure pulsing through her helpless body. Her sex kept oozing juice, drenching the fat cock inside her.
"Yeah," the tall man grunted.
He had slowed down his pace a bit, but was still fucking her deep and hard. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her, making little wet noises.
Eventually he pulled out, letting Kimberly stand by herself. She leaned against the glass, trembling.
"Oh God," she whispered.
"You can thank me later," the tall man said. "Now get down on your hands and knees."
Kimberly turned her head, looking at him. She didn't understand.
"You heard me," the bald beast said, his stiff cock sticking out and jerking slightly up and down. "Get down!"
Kimberly looked down at the floor. She shuttered and couldn't move. Another scream came from the gang outside. Finally, the tall man pushed her hard, making her fall to the ground.
"Oooh!" she screamed, as she landed on her hands and knees.
Kimberly looked up at the man. He was grinning widely. For a second she considered getting up, but that would be futile: He would just push her back down. He had her just the way he wanted her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The bald man knelt down behind her. His rough hands touched her and she shuttered. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in some dark city, behind a sleezy bar, country music drifting through the thick moist air. She was now down on her hands and knees in the alley, her naked ass exposed to the bald biker behind her. And soon, she felt the tip of his cock touching her sex. In her imagination other man knelt down in front of her face, pointing his glistening wet cock at her mouth. In the bar the juke box played another song about misery and the crowd of drinkers laughed, not knowing a helpless playmate was being raped outside.
"Open wide," he gasped.
Kimberly felt the bald biker's cock pushing slowly into her slit from behind. She was very wet, but to yield to the huge girth of his tool she had to spread her legs as wide as she could, feeling her sex muscle stretch as he entered her.
As she opened her mouth, the other man slid his cock in between her lips. She noticed the salty sweaty taste on his rigid cock. Excited, Kimberly sucked on the head of his tool, her mouth rhythmically massaging the bulbous helmet.
"Yeah," the biker groaned. "Suck my cock."
The bald man had now buried the entire length of his hard shaft in her tender insides. Grunting, he began thrusting into her, pumping his fat tool into her pussy. He was relentless. Over and over, he hammered his thick cock all the way into her stretching flesh.
Kimberly pictured the other man looking down at his cock, sliding it slowly in and out of Kimberly's mouth. He seemed to love watching it glisten, slick and wet from her saliva.
"Make it wet," he whispered in her dream. "Make it nice and wet."
Obediently, Kimberly slobbered all over the shaft, covering his cock with her spit. She felt his tool growing harder and harder as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth.
The bald man grabbed her ass, stabbing away at her sex, grunting like an animal.
"You like that, huh?" he said. "Like to feel my fat cock inside your pussy?"
"Mmm!" she cried, her voice stifled by the tall man's cock filling her mouth.
But yes, she realized: She loved it. It was hard for Kimberly to admit to herself that being raped gave her such immense pleasure, but her first orgasm had weakened her defenses. And as the bald man kept thrusting his fat tool into her slippery slit, she felt another one approaching.
Kimberly's body was trembling. The other man slowly slid his stiff cock all the way out of her mouth, the shaft glistening with her saliva.
"Oh God," she gasped, as the bald man's savage fucking brought her ever closer to another climax. "Oh God."
The other man grinned, slowly sliding his cock in between her wet lips again.
"Keep going," he called out to his buddy. "The little bitch is gonna come again."
Reggie was having a blast as he fucked the gorgeous playmate from behind. Brutally, he drove the entire length of his hardened cock into Kimberly's tender flesh. Again and again he thrust into her, uttering inarticulate grunts of pure animal lust.
"Hunh!" he yelled in time with his powerful strokes. "Hunh! Hunh!"
Her head was spinning. Yes - she was about to come. She was about to come right now. It was as if she was no longer the glamorous playmate - she was a slave, a biker chick. On her hands and knees in a dark alley, fucked by two bikers, one cock in her sex and one in her mouth. God, it turned her on...
Kimberly tried to scream, as the orgasm hit her, her entire body tensing up, overcome with pleasure. Grinning, the tall man removed his cock from her mouth, saliva dripping from the rigid shaft onto the asphalt.
"Aaah!" she screamed, shivering uncontrollably.
She felt the bald man's cock swelling inside her cunt, as he kept thrusting it into her. He was about to come, too.
"Yeah!" he yelled.
A cannon ball of lust exploded into her.
"Huhhh!" he roared.
Again and again, his pumping cock shot into her soft womb. The biker shouted out loud with pleasure, long creamy jets flying from his cock, filling her.
Still her imagination was flying. The tall man was masturbating, too, vigorously stroking his erect cock as he watched them. The sight of his gang leader coming inside Kimberly finally brought him off.
"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely. "Here I go, baby."
He poked his swelling cock against her lips. He wanted to come in her mouth.
Reluctantly, Kimberly parted her lips, letting him slide it inside. As his cock made contact with the soft wet insides of her mouth, it immediately exploded.
"Ahhh!" he yelled, as his cock pumped the first spurt of seed into her mouth. "Swallow! Take it all!"
Kimberly gulped, drinking down the spicy taste of the tall man's semen. His jerking cock kept squirting its thick liquid into her mouth. She tried her best to swallow it all, but there was too much. Creamy seed flooded deep into her.
Finally, his ejaculation subsided, and he slid the warm, slippery cock out of Kimberly's mouth.
The man stood in front of her, zipping up. She thought that maybe now they'd let her go. But then she realized: That was not what she wanted them to do. She wanted more, wanted them to rape her again.
Reggie pulled her to her feet and held her tight.
"Oh yes," she heard herself whisper. "Don't stop."
Kimberly pictured herself helpless, her beautiful body lit by the single light bulb in the alley. Sad strains of steel petal guitar swirling out of the door of the bar, tinkle of glasses, the thud of dancing face, laughter. The bald man pinched one of her nipples with two fingers. The nipple was already hard. God, she was horny. She just wanted them to fuck her again - fuck her hard and come all over her.
The man grabbed Kimberly's arms and pulled her towards the motorcycle. They placed her on her back on the seat, pulling her hands toward the handlebars. The leather seat felt cold against her naked back.
"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me again."
The tall man laughed fiendishly.
"Hehe," he said. "Crazy bitch."
"You're gonna get what's coming to you," the bald man sneered. "Don't worry."
Kimberly's imagination saw that he was holding a roll of duct tape. Seconds later, he was taping her right wrist to the handlebar of the motorcycle. And then, he taped her left wrist, too. Kimberly tugged at the tape, but it was no use: She was tied up. Naked and tied to a motorcycle.
"Beautiful," a voice said. "Well done, gentlemen."
Kimberly stirred. It wasn't one of the bikers talking. It was someone else, and... she knew that voice. Looking up, she saw a figure appearing from the shadows of the alley.
It was the publisher.
"Oh God," she whimpered.
She had already been raped by two bikers. And now, as she lay tied to their motorcycle, naked, her boss had to walk in on them.
Still, all Kimberly could think of was: When were they going to fuck her again? She wanted them to rape her once more. Surely, the publisher would enjoy watching that. Or maybe...
"Ohhh," she whispered. "Fuck me, please..."
She wanted to touch herself, wanted to masturbate in front of him. But her hands were tied to the handlebars with duct tape. And all she could do was spread her trembling legs, offering him her succulent sex. She felt her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs onto the leather seat.
Kimberly blinked herself out of her reverie and discovered that she and Reggie were stretched out on the bed. His rough fingers were tracing spirals over her softly rising and falling breasts.
"Where the fuck did you go?"
She looked at him blankly.
"You passed out while I was doing you on the floor. Shit, I thought you died; then you were groaning like you were at an orgy." It was strange to hear him talk now. "What the fuck," he whined then fell silent, still stroking her luscious breasts.
She giggled softly and sighed. She thought about where her imagination had take her and tried to explain the silent grim man. "I've always been afraid of my dark side. You know? I've always denied it even to myself, because good girls aren't supposed to want THAT kind of sex. It's harsh and rough. Edgy. Maybe a little bit painful. But fascinating. And so damn hot."
She bit her lip as the pain of a pinched nipple flooded through her.
"Right now, I want you to ravage and consume me. I want you to mark my neck because you can't keep from biting me, from marking me as yours. I want to feel the sting of your teeth. You want to tie my hands? That will make me feel twinges of fear, uncertainty about what is to come. But isn't that part of the excitement? Go ahead and tie them. But… you won't hurt me, will you? …"
"Only until it feels good, baby. Only until it feels good," he growled, then bit down on the soft flesh of her shoulder.
"I love your hands in my hair pulling tighter and tighter. Just this side of pain. Enough to make it clear that I won't be able to get free unless you allow it. God, give me your tongue. Kiss me so hard I can feel the sharp edges of your teeth."
He had no problem doing as she said.
"Oh, my God," she panted, finally gasping for air.
He went back to caressing her chest; he couldn't get enough. "You seem enthralled by the size and softness of my boobs. I love the way your hands stroke and caress my skin, teasing me by avoiding my nipples. I've always been self-conscious about the size of my breasts, but you make me feel beautiful.
His touches grew more insistent, and as he lowered his lips and began to suckle, Kimberly groaned with pleasure. "Oh God… Bite them. Please. Bite them! Yes, oh yes. I never knew pain could be so delicious!"
As he moved down her belly, she could feel him breathe, taking deep pulls of her scent into his lungs. "I want to share everything with you," she purred in harmony with his breathing. "I want you to take what you need." His hands slid nearer to her pussy, and she tensed up. "You can't possibly know how badly I want to feel your mouth. Yes, now!" But no, he had other ideas. He pulled her thighs apart. No preliminaries. His tongue directly on her clit, stroking, licking, suckling it like a nipple. He growled out his pleasure, mindless words of lust and need. But whose voice is it? His or hers?
The helpless playmate could feel every muscle tensing as he continued working her. The heat was intense, every bit of her on fire. Finally centering in on her clit. God, she had never in her life wanted to come as badly as she did now. "Please. Oh please, now…"
"Hold on, baby, not yet," she heard him whisper. "I want you to scream for me…" Suddenly she shattered, as she felt her pussy being filled by two fingers and his tongue hard on her clit. She screamed out her orgasm, not caring if the whole mansion heard what he was doing to her.
Before she could recover, she felt him climb up her body, poised at the entrance of her pussy. Drenched now with her juices, she knew that all he had to do is thrust forward. Her hips moved frantically, trying to draw him in. She whimpered in frustration. "Please."
Her nails dug into the skin of his muscular shoulders. "Now, dammit! I want you to fill me. I want your hard cock in my cunt now! I what you want, baby. What you need. I want every drop of your come. I want to feel it jet into me. Then I want to feel it fill me up. So I KNOW what I can make you feel."
"Is this what you want, baby? Tell me what you want..."
"God, yes, now!" She was practically screaming in frustration, real violence welling up inside her. Suddenly the edges of fear crept in, but she pushed them away. "NO! This is what I want!"
Then her whole world telescoped down to one cock and one pussy as he thrust into her. No gradual gentle penetration, but hard. Fast. She felt nearly split in two by the size of him. He pulled her legs to rest over his shoulders so he could control the movement, the depth, the speed.
"I love it. I love it so deep! Yes, baby, move faster, harder. I want all you can give me. Feel my pussy. Is it wet? I'm so hot, burning up for you…"
It lasted seconds, minutes, hours. Time became meaningless as his thrusts became faster, and harder. Raw, animal fucking, the only thought is reaching climax. She heard his muttered litany of lust. The words garbled, but she recognized their meaning. "Yes, baby, yes," she urged breathlessly. "Take what you need. Give me all of it. Come for me, now! Fill me!" Every muscle in his body tensed as he neared his peak, his face a grim mask of passion. He was lost in the sensations her body was giving him.
One thrust. Two. Then a low moan announced the beginning of his climax. At the crescendo she screamed out a stream of obscenities, the only reality in her world the intense, almost painful pleasure of his orgasm. She could feel the seed filling her in endless pulsing jets.
All she could hear was the sound of labored breathing. Their bodies so close she could feel the tandem slowing of their heartbeats. She closed her eyes. She didn't want reality to intrude. Not yet.
"Fuck," he grunted, "You fuck real good."
The sweet Texan beauty giggled. "Why thank you, kind sir." A wicked idea flashed in her brain and she sat up, suddenly energized. Her skin was rosy and moist, her hair disheveled and gleaming in the soft light. "If you're up for it, cowboy, we can have a special ride." She glanced at his already awakening shaft. "Oh, yes, you're up for it."
She leapt out of bed and hit a switch on the wall. A sound of a motor made him look up and a velvet covered bungee cord began to lower over the bed. "Mr. Hefner put this in; he likes to…well, you'll see." She was rummaging in a cluttered closet and sprang up in victory when she found the harness she needed. "This is going to blow your mind."
Kimberly, excited as a school girl, stepped into the harness, which consisted of two loops for her hips and a strap around her waist. She came back to the bed and primly shifted the big man's body until he was centered under the clip at the end of the bungee cord. As she climbed onto the bed she held the clip. She snuggled down over him, slipping his cock into her. "No, baby," she urged, "Just be still for a minute." His cock throbbed inside her but she busied herself twisting the bungee cord tighter and tighter. With each twist her eyes gleamed more brightly.
Finally she was ready and she clipped the harness to the end of the cord. "Here we go, cowboy," she squealed and she let go of the cord, at the same time locking her arms under her hips.
She began to spin like a top over his cock, round and round, tighter and tighter, screwing her sweet wet sex over his cock. Round and round and round, growing impossibly tighter, her hair flying as she laughed wildly.
"Oh cowboy, you feel so good," she laughed. "I can fuck like this all night."
And she did.