Erotic Fiction

[keats]

Kimberly McArthur allows herself one last sip from the silver flask; the expensive cognac slaps hard, forcing a cough from her pretty throat. From this petite beauty even the cough and the way she screws up her lovely face in reaction to the powerful liquor paints a lovely sexy portrait: in a kaleidoscopic rush her face scrunches up cutely at the harsh taste’s first bite then bursts into a wide circle of shock and awe as the intoxicating power floods through her tiny body. She exhales a combination of a silly raspberry sound and a frosty mist; her sweet breath mingles with the sharp bitter air. The clash of the warm liquor within her and the cold air around her provides the bracing affect she was hoping for. Hunched down into her parka, she tries to reduce the bite in the wind. She’s from Texas and Chicago snow is still amazing to her. The snow is a couple of days old but the temperature never seems to get much past zero. In the dark night sky she can see a few fresh flakes floating down and she wonders if another storm is coming.

At the far end of the lot the big tour bus with the giant bunny logo on the side looks frozen and Peter’s limousine looks equally cold. No sanctuary anywhere.

She’s tempted to take another sip but she closes the flask and closes her eyes; she’s visualizing warmth and for the bodacious Kimberly that means she’s visualizing sex and, when the delicious Miss January is visualizing sex, she’s visualizing making love, giving her entire being, body and soul, to her lover, her naked nubile body rocking passionately into a deep penetrating pulsing rhythm; she’s dreaming a long thick cock warming her from the inside. Even in the bulky parka she looks like a very naughty angel as she sways her hips into her fantasy fuck. When she opens her eyes Peter is standing in front of her.

“What are you doing out here, Kimmy?” He flashes a smile and her pulse quickens. “Watching for Santa’s sleigh?”

“You know I’m scared; I like to use the cold to get my courage up.” She smiles back. His grin always brings a grin out of her. “And I borrowed your flask,” she says offering it back with a graceful hand. “What is this stuff? It feels dangerous.”

Peter takes the flask and allows himself a small sip; he still tastes her sweet lips on the spout. “Cognac,” he says, not bothering to mention that it was Reserve du Fondateur worth over $1,200 a bottle.

She sticks out her tongue cutely. “Well, I’m not much of a girl for spirits but I don’t think a Pepsi going to do me much good out here.”

“That’s right, and you know the cold is no good for your muscles. Get inside and be careful.”

She rolls her eyes as his ever-present protective side comes out. “Yeah, I know the speech. Thanks, Daddy.” Her sweet Texan twang is teasing and seductive; he discovered her and made her a Playmate and she still enjoys tantalizing him with her alluring charms.

He grins at her again. But there is something else behind it, this time. His eyes look her over, and she knows how he is imagining her. She starts to blush. “Go back inside and be wonderful tonight, ok, babe?”

She looks down and notices that even the slush gathered around the back door of the club seems to respect his custom-made Italian loafers. Somehow Peter can bend the world to his will. She closes her eyes again and sighs. He certainly bends her to his will; she will do anything for him, but she wishes he made all his demands in bed. She frowns sweetly and wonders for the hundredth time why he wants her to do this show. When she opens her eyes, he is opening the door and gesturing her towards the dressing room. She heeds his advice and walks back inside. The sudden heat whooshes around the curvaceous girl as she shucks off the heavy snow boots and wriggles out of the bulky parka; somehow, even in her innocence, she makes it seem like a sexy strip-tease. Her hips swivel cutely as she dips down to let the coat slide off her arms and drop to the floor. She rises to daintily hang it on a hook then uses one foot to pull the boot off the other and she makes luscious panting sounds as she works.

The dressing room’s feeble attempts at Christmas cheer don’t daunt her own spirit. The cardboard Santa is curling at the edges and the plastic wreath smells of nicotine instead of pine needles. At her vanity, Kimberly sits with her eyes closed. In her mind plays a jaunty Christmas tune. She watches herself dance and the steps are perfect. She sees herself go through her entire number and the explosive reactions of the audience. Even her fellow dancers are amazed. In truth, she knows that she is overplaying it a bit, but it helps her relax some and brings a smile to her face to picture the adoration of all those around her. This visualization ritual has been with her ever since Peter started bringing her and some other playmates from the Mansion to this club. She dances better after doing it. She feels better about dancing, at any rate.

With trepidation, Kimberly rises from her chair and begins to stretch, getting her heart pumping and warming her muscles. Next, she looks into the vanity mirror and checks her outfit. Her voluptuous frame is draped in a red silken cape with a ¾-length red silk and lace nightgown beneath. The bright red panties, edged in glimmering sparkles, flash from underneath. She adjusts the Santa cap on her strawberry blonde hair and checks herself once more. Her attire hangs perfectly and her hair falls over her shoulders and her makeup is soft and subtle, blemish free, just the way she likes it. Lastly, she slips on her red stiletto heels, which lift her petite frame and accent the shapely lines of her legs. The shoes make her feet ache, but are mandatory.

Kimberly walks to the door of the main room and waits for her music. On stage Miss August is dancing to her Christmas song and Kimberly, who can never be unkind or judgmental, can’t help wince a bit when the bruising guitar cords slap her ears; no she doesn’t want to be critical but she has a hard time with a heavy metal arrangement of Jingle Bells. Still she smiles warmly for Debbie and cheers raucously and fills the room with her rebel yell as Debbie finishes; Kimberly is always supportive of the other girls.

Now the room is quiet; the stagehands had seen her rehearsal and they lick their lips in anticipation. Tipped off by the stagehands, the bartenders and waitresses have paused and give their full attention to the stage; the crowd senses immediately that something special is about to happen. And they’re not waiting for Santa Claus.
The music starts, her music; Kimberly struts onto the stage. She loves these moments. Kimberly is ordinarily a shy and demure girl but now she rules the world. The loud and rambunctious rock and metal of the other dancers is replaced with her softer music. This time, the light bongo tapping and soft synthesizer opening of “Santa Baby” greets Kimberly when she steps through the curtain. She takes a long moment to look around the club before continuing. She sees the hungry eyes gazing on her; one thought is the mind of the audience, men and women both: everybody wants to fuck Kimberly. The wave of lust almost overwhelms the succulent girl but she takes a deep breath- show time.

She steps slowly into the room, careful to stay in time with the music. She lets her hips sway softly with each step as she moves through the men and makes her way to center stage. The arrangement for the song extends the instrumental introduction to allow her a long and sensual promenade through the crowd. As usual, she wonders if the light reflecting off her cape as it swishes left and right and silhouettes her figure presents as pleasing a sight as she thinks. Perfectly timed, her first step on the stairs comes with the first deep drum beats in the music. She lets her body move more dramatically with the music. Her chest and hips start to wind slightly as she works her way up the stairs. The music is sultry and erotic as she makes her way to the middle of the stage.

The microphone on its stand, Kimberly swaying sexily, the crowd is hushed with anticipation. Her face is angelic, guileless; still when those soft sweet lips approach the mic, not a man in the audience doesn’t think an erotic thought of oral pleasure. She takes a breath, a soft sigh in harmony with the music; men in the audience groan with lust.

Then, in that soft Texan twang of hers she begins to sing:

Santa baby, just slip yourself into the bed with me…

The crowd is too enthralled with her sexy aura to notice her slight wince at the struggle to fit the new lyrics into the rhythm of the song, but she’s a trooper and throws herself into it.

Been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

She feels the pressure of the entire crowd leaning forward as the new lyrics tease out of her luscious mouth; she’s really not much of a singer but the song’s promise and the sexy swaying of her body is 100% entertainment.

Santa baby, I’ll be naked and ready for you, it’s true;
I'll wait up for you, dear; Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.

Peter’s really not much of a lyricist and Kimberly has no vanity about her own voice, more suitable for the shower, but there’s not a man here who wouldn’t be in heaven if he could only have the chance to see Kimberly singing in the shower.

Think of all the fun I've missed;
Think of the delicious way we kiss;
Next year I could be just as good... if you check off my Christmas list
Santa baby, I want your love and I know that’s a lot;
Been an angel all year; Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, one special thing I really need...
Your love... and it’s driving me mad, Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa cutie, and fill me up with sweet sweet love;
Give it to me hard and rough, Santa cutie,
and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree with some decorations bought at Tiffany's;
I really do believe in you;
Let's see if you believe in me...

The music vamps for a second and Kimberly bites her lip, letting a bit of her anxiety show through her performance. She’s basically a shy and demure girl and this next part makes her nervous; still Peter wants it. She takes a deep breath and gushes out a breathless orgasm with the new lyrics.

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing... your cock
And I like it real hard; Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight!
Come deep inside me tonight
So deep, tonight!
So deep,
Oh so so deep…

She’s panting out the words in a sultry whisper; her closed eyes see Peter inside her while she urges him on. The song fades out on the last note but music isn’t over; the band immediately picks up the tune in a soulful, rhythmic, vamp and the curvaceous playmate writhes right into it.

Center-stage, under the heat of a single spotlight and hundreds of lustful gazes the bodacious young playmate is gyrating and writhing as though the music is fucking her deep and hard and deliberate; her angelic face is glowing with ecstasy, her eyes close to narrow slits, her plush lips purse into a blissful kiss as she languidly sways into orgasm.

The crowd is berserk and Kimberly is still writhing slowly and slowly, she draws her hand up the side of her body, lightly tracing her body’s curves with her fingertips.

She gives the crowd a sly but shy grin and her eyes seem to ask, “Should I take it off?” and somehow her soft lips silently mouth the words. She smiles naughtily. But the crowd gets it and cheers her on.

Still vamping to the sultry music, she nods her agreement and caresses over her curves again. She pats her neck with the back of her hands before tugging at the bow hidden behind her neck and under her hair. For a long second, the only movement on the stage is from the ripples of her silk slip as it glides down her body. Her negligee slithers down her curvilinear form and gathers at her feet, as the music explodes into a wall of sound. She turns and the cape is off in an instant. Under the hungry gazes of the patrons, she dances, wearing only her heels, bright red sparkly panties and barely-there red lace bra. But Kimberly isn’t dancing for any of the men she knows are watching her. She only dances for Peter.

As Peter watches from his seat, Kimberly stands in front of him, moving to the beat of the drums. She lets the beat work itself into her mind and speak to her, guide her, envelope her. Her hands slide down her body, accentuating the shape of her breasts and the curve of her hips. When their eyes meet, Kimberly sees the same genuine desire in Peter’s eyes that she feels in her heart. She turns her back to him and continues the dance. Her hands slide up the back of her thighs, lightly skirting along her behind where she knows he will be looking. She hooks her thumbs in her panties and tugs. Careful not to slide them down, she teases him, knowing he is thinking about the treasure that little piece of fabric holds. She releases her panties, but continues to sway her hips back and forth. The movement of Kimberly’s body is so hypnotic, it is easy to not notice when she unhooks her bra. She slides the cups off and lets the lacy garment drop with her other clothes. Keeping an arm wrapped across her chest, she dances in front of him, slowly drawing closer, but still out of reach. Now, clothed in only the heels and panties, she still does not reveal the parts of herself that he wants to touch so much it makes him ache. She turns her back to him and spreads her arms out by her sides. All he sees is a slight curve or bounce of her breast when she moves her body, but never the full sight.

As the song moans on, Kimberly finally does turn around. A sensuous sax solo fills the room as she begins to tease herself. Her hands caress her body, fingers running across her areola as her already sensitive nipples respond and stiffen. She makes sure she is close enough to him so he can see it happen. When he reaches to touch her, she slips away. She dances back toward him, but stays out of reach, slipping his touch again whenever he reaches. She sees the hunger in his eyes grow and almost get the better of him. She stays out of his reach until he cannot stand it any more. Usually by then, neither can she.

Slowly her sexy gyrations bring her low on the floor until she’s horizontal. A single beam of light captures her from directly above; her large round breasts glisten with sweat under the light and her cherry red nipples glow brightly with arousal. She rocks her hips slowly, lifting her rear so she’s balanced on her shoulders and her heels. Her hands slide from her belly down to the elastic of the red Christmas panties and she touches herself, slightly at first, then with eager probing fingers; the entire time she’s pleasuring herself she’s gazing at Peter.

The band follows her lead and urges on her ecstasy, plying her nubile body with crooning saxophone and throbbing rhythm. Kimberly’s body begins to snap and jerk in uncontrolled orgasm and the audience holds its breath as she comes in waves of soulful growling. Like a delicate snowflake, she slowly droops to the floor and rest.

The song ends and Kimberly blinks in surprise at the roar of the crowd. Portraits of great Americans cover the stage, a lot of Andrew Jacksons and Ulysses S. Grants, even Benjamin Franklins. All of them will be gathered up for an orphanage back in Dallas, Texas. Those kiddies are going to have a fine Christmas she thinks proudly. Now comes a scary part; she tries to sway sexily as hands pull on the elastic of her panties and soon a dozen or more Benjamin Franklins stick out of her panties and garter. As she stoops to pick up some of the money, she feels the eyes of the men on her. Two other playmates come out with brooms to sweep up the rest of the bills but all eyes are on Kimberly. They all desire her and she knows it. She learned to take her time picking up the bills and not to rush to put her outfit back together. The longer the men see her stoop and bend, the more they will want her when she gets to them.

With her money collected and outfit reassembled, she walks off the stage. Susie Scott, the next dancer, passes as her music starts and she makes her way to the stage. She breaks out of character just enough to look at Kimberly as she passes and whispers, “Wow!”

Some men respond to Susie as she takes the stage and new music fills the air. Kimberly slips behind a curtain and wriggles back into the bra and cape. She reviews the lustful gazes of the audience. She makes a mental note of the ones who seem to respond the most and makes sure to give them special attention as she makes her rounds on the floor. She makes more notes as she moves about them, collecting more Presidents for teasing them as they sip their drinks. She picks a man that showed signs of “readiness”. He cannot seem to take his eyes off her as she moves through the crowd. She keeps an eye on him as she teases others. At the earliest opportunity, Kimberly works her way back to him. When she reaches him, Kimberly imagines herself with Peter again; she knows he’s watching her now.

The lucky man she selected sits in his chair as she approaches to tease him up close. Kimberly moves close to him, swaying sensually and slowly to the beat of the current music. She purrs and blows him a kiss. He looks her up and down and starts to reach for a Benjamin Franklin from the stack on the table for when the playmates play this game. His eyes seem glued to her body’s motions, as she never pauses her swaying except to let him slip a portrait of Franklin under her bra. She purrs appreciation and whispers, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

She turns and leans back as she sways, draping her body across his. She runs a hand across his shoulder and neck as he slips another bill into her panties. “Oooo,” she squeals, “I must have been a very good girl, Santa.” She leans forward and starts to grind her rear into his hips slowly, accentuating each new measure with an extra thrust. “Am I a good girl, Santa?” Kimberly’s twang is sultry and soft but still innocently playful. She feels him grow larger and harder as another bill finds its way into her thong.

Kimberly turns and leans close enough to practically pin the man to the bar. “If that last bill has more friends, you and I can have a private dance in the back.” She gestures toward a door covered by a curtain. She continues to sway to the music. When she sees his eyes follow the swing of her breasts as she moves, she knows what the answer will be.

Kimberly leads him into the back room and sits him down on a large comfy chair. The music here is more subdued, soft sensuous saxophones moan their way through and endless version of “Little Drummer Boy” and Kimberly hums along, only singing one line, moaning out “Come they told me” whenever the melody allows it. She breathes out the word “come” so it sounds orgasmic.

Miss January wriggles sexily while humming through the song; she carefully gauges his arousal, then she glances above his head, “Mistletoe,” she whispers and the word sounds incredibly promising and sensuous. Then she kisses him, softly, slowly, sensuously; the state flower of Texas is the Bluebonnet and no other flower brings out such up surging of spirit and at the same time a dreamy calm, an evanescence at once delicate and tonic as an angel’s breath, intoxicating—that’s Kimberly’s breath when she kisses.

Now she stands before him and takes two steps back. Unhooking her bra and letting it slip off, Kimberly slips back into the dance.

He leans back in the chair and stares at her with unmistakable lust in his eyes. Kneeling between his legs, she slowly draws her body up along his. First her head, then face, then neck slides along his member. As her breasts start to slip along either side, she lets her face graze along his stomach. She blows lightly on his belly as she works her way up. He twitches slightly beneath her, bringing a smile to her face. As she starts to rise to his chest level, she turns and lets her buttocks rest on his lap. She moves her hips in slow sensual circular motions, savoring the feeling of him between her cheeks. She leans back and her fingers play in his hair, as she presses against him harder. He jumps slightly when she plays with his ears, but she does not let it spoil her rhythm or motion.

After a few long moments, Kimberly turns around and straddles his lap. Balancing herself with the back of the chair, she drops deeper into his lap until she feels him between her legs. Separated only by silk and cotton, she feels him throb as she moves. She humming the sexy Drummer Boy music again and purrs out the word “come” as if conjuring an orgasm. She feels hot and flushed as the heat they generate begins to affect her; she tosses away the Santa cap and her honey fresh hair dances in the light. She places her hands behind his neck and changes her motion, now thrusting her hips into his. He looks down at her body and caresses her breasts with his hands. His hands slowly glide along her body and find her hips in full thrust action with his. He pulls her towards him with each thrust, enhancing the feeling between them. The thrusts continue, slowly and patiently, always locked in time with the music. Soon, the harmony of the music is broken by his small grunts. The small grunts become larger grunts. The larger grunts grow to a crescendo. After one final desperate grunt, the music plays alone.

Kimberly climbs off the man’s lap and puts on her usual smile. His head lolls back as he tries to catch his breathe. Outwardly, she smiles and calmly picks up her money and redresses. With practiced composure, she wrestles down her inner feelings and looks back at him with a sexy smile. Keep him happy, she thinks. Make him feel the Christmas spirit.

“Damn,” he says after a few seconds. “You make a man forget this is make believe.”

“For some guys it’s not,” she says, gesturing to the wet spot starting to show through his jeans.

“Damn,” he says again through deep breaths. Although he may want to jump up and clean himself, his head lolls back again. She knows he is not going to be moving for another couple of moments.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” She manages to say in her sexiest voice. She stays long enough to see him nod.

Peter’s waiting in the dressing room; she sighs and pulls her Santa hat back on and she smiles her silly playful smile. The room is noisy with the raucous giddiness of beauteous girls peeling off clothes, adjusting clothes and make-up and hair; they are all trying to attract Peter’s attention but his eyes are on Kimberly.

Kimberly watches him, he’s barely noticing the other girls and if he does she couldn’t be jealous; Peter’s silent gaze tells her she belongs to him. “I’ll never understand you, why you wanted me to do that,” her voice is pouty but she’s smiling wickedly.

Peter, saying nothing, smiles back and helps her into her parka. She’s practically nude underneath but it doesn’t matter because the limousine is toasty warm. The other playmates will ride back to the Mansion on the bus but Kimberly will ride with Peter.

In a moment they’re in the back seat, so warm she expects to see a fireplace; there is beautiful Christmas music on the stereo and two warm rum toddies have mysteriously appeared on the bar. Peter offers a drink to the luscious girl who is already wriggling out of the parka, her almost nude body glistening with excitement.

Waving the drink away, Kimberly is giddy and frisky; she’s pulling off her Santa panties with one hand and undoing Peter’s trousers with the other. “All I want for Christmas is you,” she gushes with glee.

Kimberly’s soft hair shimmers as her head bobs down; her delicate tongue, glistening pink, takes a surreptitious lick just over the slit of his cock head, then she nuzzles her cheek over the length of the shaft.

She looks up into his face, her eyes glinting with delight. “You know I can’t resist,” she purrs and her mouth in a loving O slides over his cock. His hand grips her hair and he guides her head up and down the pulsing length filling her mouth. The he snaps her head back. “I want to fuck you,” he snarls and presses her backwards until his hips are between hers.

He enters her quickly; her sweet sex engulfs him and he explodes into her a galaxy of white hot stars, the heat filling her with warmth and love. He’ll be balling her all night and they’ll take their time, exploring each other’s body, but this fuck is a frenzied sealing of a pact, a fuck to stop all the clocks. Christmas bells chime, loud and true in the crisp winter air and Kimberly feels nothing but love and joyous tears glitter in her eyes; her bliss explodes like Handel’s Messiah, soaring into rapturous delight. “Hallelujah!” she squeals in her Texan twang as she kicks the roof of the car in a feverish ecstasy. Her climax is trumpeted by angels and devils all united in the Christmas spirit.

“Merry Christmas, baby” she purrs and she lifts one of her luscious breasts to his mouth.

[keats]

Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin was a small town but, because it lay at the convergence of the Mississippi Wisconsin Rivers, the citizens liked to boast that it was a bustling, growing city. For teenagers, though, there wasn’t much to offer except the old Metro Theater on Blackhawk Avenue where “The Way We Were” was held over for a third week, leaving nothing to do for everybody who had seen it.

The 5,500 people of Prairie du Chien went about their lives like most people in small towns, knowing where they were going and what they’d be doing for the rest of their lives. One girl, Hope Olson, was different. She was born with a vivacious glint in her eyes, and in a town that bred wholesome farm fresh beauties, she stood out with her corn silk hair and curvaceous body. She was a wild girl and she had been dating older men since she was 14. Even then she had an irresistible body. In early April of 1974, she had just turned 18 a few days ago and she was beginning to think about a world beyond Prairie du Chien. She was not following the news of the Nixon scandals, school was boring and held no interest, and she was definitely not going to sit through “The Way We Were” for a third time. On New Years Eve she had made a resolution to have some fun; she stopped dating older men, bored with their clumsy efforts to paw her voluminous breasts, and Daniel was the first guy her own age she had gotten involved in.

Even after going with a lot of different guys, some of them very experienced, Hope was still a virgin ...

... Hope is watching wide eyed as Daniel pulls into the rest stop off the highway. She’s been keyed up all night and every gesture seems heavy with portent; she knows what’s in store at this rest stop. They’ve been coming here every night for a few weeks and their petting has been getting more and more intense. Tonight Hope has resolved was going to be Daniel’s lucky night. Hope’s finally decided to go all the way.

She’s been planning for days and deliberately chose an outfit that would be easy to take off in the backseat of the car: a short white skirt and a tight tank top. She squirms in her seat, imagining his hands tugging on her skimpy clothes.

She can tell Danny is nervous as he parks the car. His eyes are fixed straight ahead. Once the headlights are out the only light is the glow of the full moon and one street lamp about thirty feet away. Hope moistens her lips by pulling them into her mouth and licking. She lightly bites her lower lip as she smiles. She’s leaning against the door and she runs her foot up along Danny’s jeans.

“It’s quiet here,” Hope whispers. She lowers her eyes demurely but she’s still smiling.
“Yeah.” His eyes are still straight ahead; hands on the wheel.

Hope leans forward and rests her head on his shoulder. She puts one hand on his thigh and he turns to look at her beautiful face, the graceful angles, smooth cheeks glowing soft and warm, her eyes glistening under half-closed lids, her lips pursed and expectantly awaiting his. She looks up at him and sighs, her blonde tresses shimmering in the dim light. She nods softly and opens her lips ever so slightly. He brings his head down and they kiss. Hope gulps as he rams his tongue into her throat. She squeezes his leg and pushes her swollen, tender breasts into his chest.

He pulls back and looks forward again. “Do you want... Do you want to go in the back?” he mumbles.

Hope’s heart jumps with exhilaration and she smiles tenderly at his shyness. She’s been dreaming of taking his cock inside her and now it's going happen. Hope’s lips come close to his ears which are red with embarrassment. “I think I’m ready tonight,” she whispers huskily to cover her nerves. He gulps again and gets out of the car.

Hope gleefully scrambles over her seat and arranges herself in the back. She leans back and stretches one long athletic leg across the length of the seat; her other foot is on the floor. Her golden blonde hair rests on one arm; the other hand is lying languidly on her flat belly. Her chin is buried in her chest and she’s giving him meek sidelong glances with her gentle eyes. He’s opened the back door and sucks in his breath as he takes in the exotic and sensual splendor of the young girl offering her ripe flesh in the moonlight. Her whole body shimmers in the
silvery moon glow. Her creamy breasts heave up and down making her eagerness obvious but her submissive limbs quiver with anticipation, both fear and lust throbbing in her heart. Her eyes blaze with a sexy innocent yearning.

He climbs in and covers her body with his. She thrusts her hips into his crotch as he begins to roughly paw her swelling breasts. Her nipples are straining to get out and they spring into his open mouth when he pulls the shirt up. Her hands are reaching for his belt buckle. They have done all this before and he is already grinding into her writhing eagerness. She moans as she works his thick cock out of the pants and pushes his jeans down over his hips. He does what he’s done every night. He leans back and pulls her forward and guides her head onto his throbbing shaft. She cups his balls with one hand and licks the red cock from the base to the tip.

Hope throws back her magnificent mane of blonde hair and takes him in her wide open mouth with a greedy slurp. She can’t get all of him in but she squeezes his shaft with her hand and begins to work her head up and down, gagging as he thrusts up while holding his hands firmly on her neck. She feels his cock quivering but she’s resolved to keep him from coming in her mouth this time. She wants his cock in her pussy when it explodes.

She has to use both hands to push herself up off of his crotch and her lips give out a sharp smacking sound as his cock springs from her lips. She leans back on the seat and pulls up her skirt as she slides back. Hope pulls him forward with her hands. His hot cock presses into her belly and he frantically rubs back and forth a few times and grunts sharply as he comes abruptly. Hope feels his sticky warm juices ooze onto her skin.

She loves to make him come but she’s disappointed that he couldn’t wait to pierce her. Her pussy is swelling with yearning and she wishes that he would at least try to finger her but she also wants to do herself because she gives herself the best orgasms.

Daniel has collapsed and Hope realizes that he’s useless now. She squirms out from under him and moves both her hands over her hungry sex. With one thumb and middle finger she finds her clit and begins to rub and tease it. The other hand guides in two fingers and she works them up and down, imagining a zealous shaft impaling her with lust. She begins to sob, “Oh, oh, oh.” and her hands move more and more frenetically as a climax builds, running from her thighs and up her spine. As her juices gush out she lifts her hips slightly and groans. The orgasm takes over in sharp, short bursts, each drawing a desperate gasp from her parted lips.

Hope looks down at Daniel and realizes that the night is hopeless. When he comes to, he will be embarrassed and nervously suggest that they go to the roadhouse bar to drink. Hope sighs and makes a resolution; tonight at the bar she’s going to dump this child and give her ripe young body to a real man. She shakes Daniel awake and, still in a stupor, he stumps to the driver’s seat and starts the car.

Later that night as they pull into the gravel parking lot of the roadhouse they can tell by all the cars that the place is packed; it will take Dan quite awhile to find a space. Hope sighs again and tells Daniel that she needs to get out to pee and that he should park the car and meet her inside. Still sheepish from his weak performance at the rest stop he obediently lets her out.

As Hope walks to the front door she notices a large Mercedes parked near by and she sees the first chauffer she’s ever seen leaning against the hood of the luxurious car. She steps into the bright light of the doorway and the chauffer, still in the dark gives her a friendly nod and a tip of the hat. Hope feels a mild tingle as she senses herself being undressed by the eyes of the dark shape in the shadows.

The place is packed but the crowd is gathered around in a circle watching a brown haired woman dancing wildly at the jukebox. Credence Clearwater is blasting away and the woman who is dressed in tight cutoffs and tube top is writhing and grinding to the beat. She keeps her eyes fixed on another man dressed in expensive sports clothes. He’s smiling at her but then he notices Hope who has broken through the crowd.

His eyes lock on Hope and she feels him drilling into her; she can imagine his firm grip on her even from across the room. He nods to her and smiles; Hope smiles back shyly and drops her head and looks up at him with doe-like eyes. She watches as his eyes go back to the dancing girl. He catches her attention and uses his eyes to point out Hope. He nods again and watches as the brunette dances erotically towards the innocent young blonde.

There is a hush in the crowd as the brunette takes Hope’s soft hands and leads her onto the dance floor. The woman puts one hand on the small of Hope’s back and begins to grind her crotch into Hope’s. Hope puts her hands on the other girl’s neck and they begin a long sexy ballet. While the bar crowd is going wild the two girls have attention only for each other and for the well-dressed gentleman who has brought them together. In fact, as the music begins to fade Hope realizes that they are now in front of him. Just as the song ends and the audience explodes into applause she feels herself guided into his lap. He gives her a hug and speaks into her ear over the noise, “Hi, gorgeous, let’s go for a ride.”

Without a second’s hesitation the young girl looks at him and says, “Yeah.” Her voice
quakes with excitement. He takes one hand, the brunette takes the other and they rush out the door before the crowd can react. The bar patrons part and make a path for them as though they are awed by the beauty of the pair. As she leaves the bar she brushes past Danny. He looks stunned as he watches the chauffeur open the door of the limo and the trio, including his now ex-girlfriend, jumps in.

Inside the Mercedes, Hope is squeezed between the striking brunette and the elegant gentleman. Her breath is shallow and she can hear her heart pounding. The pair each have a hand gripping each of her thighs. The man is looking at her and his eyes reveal his intentions. She looks at her beautiful dancing partner and as soon as their eyes meet Hope feels the brunette’s hand go around her neck and draw her in for a kiss.

This is the hardest and the softest kiss Hope has ever had. The woman’s mouth is hungrily engulfing Hope’s and her tongue is darting in and out, tasting Hope’s lips and teeth and caressing her tongue. Hope feels as if she is sipping the finest champagne. She has never kissed a girl but it feels so natural to submit to this lusty goddess. Hope can feel the firmness of the girl’s breasts as they crush her own virginal bosom.

Their lips part and the brunette leans back to take in Hope’s radiant body. “I’m Patti,” she says, “and this is Peter. We’re on our way to Chicago. I have a feeling that you’re coming with us.” Hope looks quickly at Peter who only smiles his inscrutable smile.

Hope turns back to Patti; emotions are gushing through her. On the one hand she wants to rip off her clothes and give herself over to this couple. But she can’t imagine just allowing herself to be swept off by complete strangers. She wants to escape with them and just fly off to some big city and have whatever adventures come next; but more important she wants to feel Peter’s cock between her legs, and she blushes as she realizes that she wants to be kissing Patti’s blossoming nipples right now. She can feel the limo rolling over the gravel and already carrying her into the moonlit night. “I don’t know. I have to think”

Patti smiles at her and says, “Maybe this will help you decide.” She leans in and gives Hope another kiss. This time her tongue seems to grow and slither deep inside of her, warming her from within. A weird and wonderful itch seems to engulf her clit from inside her body. Peter has moved across to the jump seat and Hope and Patti are spread over the lush seat of the limo. Each kiss that Patti detonates inside the blonde virgin drives Hope deeper and deeper into a misty state of submission. Patti still has one hand around Hope’s neck but the other is ever so slowly gliding up her leg.

Hope is now a different person. Her tongue is doing a staccato dance inside of Patti’s delicious mouth. Hope is parting her legs, invitingly giving ground to Patti’s firm, probing fingers. They pause for a second at the lips of the blonde pussy. They brush lightly, collecting some of the dewy drops of Hope’s virgin juices. Patti sweeps her hand up and they both greedily lick and suck the warm honey.

Patti’s hand is moist and hot from their eager mouths and it flies back to find Hope’s willing clit. As soon as Hope is touched again her legs shoot straight up and then wrap around Patti. The brunette has just enough room to anchor two fingers inside of Hope as the fingers begin their loving and erotic massage of the clit. Patti moans as she feels her hand swimming in Hope’s lust.

Hope has pushed the tube top down and she is hungrily munching on the firm and fleshy mounds before her. She feels like she has to cover every inch of Patti’s breasts with little frantic kisses, nips, and sucks.

Hope senses her center of gravity begin to shift; every one of her nerve endings is wrapping itself around Patti’s greedy hand. Hope is losing control of her body as her thighs buck and thrust into the expert propping of her lover. Almost as if a cord was pulled, her magnificent body begins to stiffen and tremble. Her legs straighten and her toes stretch out. Her chest expands into Patti’s and her slender neck bends back. She is now rattling against the other girl as a feral growl emanates from her belly and evolves into a high pitched howl as it passes her lips. She feels lava rolling up and down her spine and her pussy contracts around Patti’s hand. Wave after wave of orgasm engulfs the girl. Suddenly she collapses into a sigh but the orgasm keeps coming. As it finally begins to fade, Hope regains her breath and control over her body; Patti has buried her own head in Hope’s sweet velvety cleavage.

Hope’s bliss filled eyes meet Peter‘s. He has the same inscrutable look on his face and he gives the innocent girl a knowing smile. Another volley of ecstasy fills Hope as she realizes that she is about to lose her virginity at last.

The Mercedes flies into the night and the three riders are still in this tableau. Patti seems hypnotized by the scent of Hope’s fresh moist skin. Peter is watching Hope and telling her with his eyes everything he intents to do to her body. Hope can already feel his hot juices seeping into her and she’s throbbing with anticipation.

Patti, still gazing dreamily at Hope, speaks to the man. “I can wait to watch you fuck her.”

The words hit Hope like a slap and she stiffens, her eyes darting left and right frantically, as if seeking escape. “What? No. I mean…I can’t, I…”

Peter leans in and strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. “Shhh, everything’s fine, Hope; we’ll take you home, if that’s what you want. Anything you want.”

Hope sighs softly and looks out at the moonlit night. In the window’s class she can see Patti and Peter watching her patiently. The night is beautiful and she feels sexy and free.

An inspiration comes her at that moment.

“Can we go someplace?” she manages to whisper, still gazing out the window.

“Anywhere you want sweetheart,” Peter answers quietly.

“I want to go to Anderson’s barn,” she says through a wicked smile and in the glass she can see the pleased smiles of her companions.

It was easy to guide the limo to the deserted farm a few miles outside of town. Hope knows every inch of these roads and she nervously chatters, giving them gossip and stories and even the history of some of the trees. The babble wraps her in a cocoon of safety and she avoids eye contact with the others but she can sense them studying her as the cruise through the shimmering moonlight.

Finally on a lonely road they pass a forlorn sign announcing Anderson’s Farm. Hope’s chatter fades as the limo rolls onto the dirt road. The barn is a hulking shape a half mile down the road and the moonlight glows above it; the building’s cupola casts a shadow that stretches down the road as if drawn the helpless Hope to her fate.

Hope is silent, listening to the tires roll over the road and she feels the building her pulling her forward. But as they get closer the young girls suddenly sees the old barn glow in the moonlight and it’s beacon of freedom; tonight is magic. “We’re here,” she gasps as if announcing a miracle.

The dark vehicle pulls up next to the barn and the trio leaves the car. Hope’s giddy with excitement and seems like an innocent schoolgirl as she elatedly leads them into the barn. She finds the Coleman lamp on the door and lights it. The interior of the barn jumps up in a flare of mysterious shadows. All around them are piles of hay looking like golden feather beds.

She spins around and her shadow dances through the cavernous space. Her skirt lifts, revealing her plump rear and dewy blonde bush. “I’ve always dreamed of this moment!” she squeals. Peter and Patti give each other sly grins as they watch the glee of their new friend.

Peter is carrying a bottle of champagne and three glasses; he opens it and of course the popping of the cork makes Hope giggle as they come close together for a toast. Peter puts an arm around Hope and draws the pliant girl into his sphere. They gulp some champagne and then kiss. Captured by his tongue, Hope feels her whole body pierced; she begins to writhe as if speared, but it is an erotic entrapment she is giving over to.

Patti is behind her and grinding her pelvis into Hope’s rear; this of course, drives Hope’s pelvis onto Peter’s. His wine spills onto her chest and her nipples jump up under the wet cloth of her shirt. The flimsy threads seem to disappear soaked with the wine. Peter watches her eyes narrow into a lustful reverie as he lifts the garment up and over her head. Hope consciously fades into pure sensuality as she gives her yielding virginal body over to the masterful hands of Patti and Peter.

Patti is guiding Hope’s skirt down; the soft fabric whispers as it slides down. Patti's hands clutch the blonde's athletic hips. She bends down and kisses Hope's tender bottom.

Hope’s fingers work to open the buttons of Peter’s shirt. She is not aware of what she’s doing but she sobs as each button opens and her flesh absorbs more of his heat. Now Patti is kneeling and from between Hope’s bare legs she is opening Peter’s pants. Once the cock is out Patti positions herself so that her licking covers both Peter’s shaft and Hope’s quivering inner thigh.

Hope is now completely nude and trembling between the two lovers. Her soft white skin glistens like warm ivory. Peter has cupped her breasts, one in each hand and his thumbs working her rock hard nipples are causing her to shake in another climax. She is rocking back and forth like a puppet controlled by Patti’s tongue and Peter’s fingers. She can sense his cock hanging huge between her legs as Patti alternates licking, first up and down the shaft and then along her inner thigh and around her bush.

The young virgin sinks deeper into submission and dangles along Peter’s body like a jewel. She feels her legs swept under her and Peter lifts her into the air. She lets out an eager yelp and turns towards one of the plush piles of straw. She looks into Peter’s eyes and gasps, “Please ..”

Peter moves to the sumptuous and feathery bed of straw and lays down his surrendering prize. She’s reluctant to let go of his neck as he slips his sports coat and shirt off. Patti brings the lamp closer and all the light in the room seems to radiate from Hope’s eager body. Before she looked like warm ivory, now she glows like melting gold. “Take me,” she moans.

Patti has stripped off her clothes and she lays along side Hope. The blonde beauty can sense she’s there from the heat of her skin and the softness of her body pressing against her but her mind is dominated by the image of Peter lowering his massive body onto hers. Both his hands and Patti’s have guided her legs open and Hope gives a gasp and a shudder as she feels the huge head of his cock lightly brush her pussy lips.

Hope’s mind is twisting around both deep dread and ecstatic expectancy; she can tell that Patti’s fingers are stirring her virginal juices and she moans as Peter begins to lightly stroke her clit. She can hear her own pleas but she can’t feel herself speaking, so powerful is the sensuous delight that grips her.

“Oh, yes, that feels good. I need you in me. Please do it.” Suddenly the overwhelming bliss of their fingers sends an erotic charge through her body and her back arches and her body lifts up with a jolt. This jolt is just enough to pierce her virgin pussy with the tip of his shaft. She lets out a yelp and then a groan. As she lowers herself slowly the cock follows along with just the very tip engulfed in those tender lips. She finds her bottom now resting on one of Patti’s hands and Patti’s other hand is holding Peter’s rear.

Hope looks frantically at Patti and lets out a giddy laugh. She licks her lips and looks first in Peter’s eyes and then down their bodies so she can see his shaft planted in her bush. She stares at the massive size and she dreads that huge rock solid rod splitting her apart with its drilling. She looks up into Peter’s eyes and nods shyly. He understands and pushes in a tiny bit more.

Her sweet fresh face – a golden glint in her eye-shock and awe shake her; she trembles – agonizing ecstasy grips her. He pushes in more.

Hope feels her body being ripped apart; the young virgin screams and bites his shoulder. Purring in sultry provocation, Patti is soft and reassuring, “It’s ok baby.”

“Oh,” an almost silent prayer on Hope’s lips.

Patti is exultant in her excitement. “We’re going to go real slow. I’m coming already just seeing how pretty you look. You look so good.

“Ohhhh,” a low plaintive wail.

“Go with it. Meet him just a little.” With that Patti slightly lifts up the desperate girl and more of the cock edges in. Deep inside the quivering sobbing girl, the cock swells greedily, more pleasure and pain for Hope and she lets out a hoarse and throaty growl. Peter shifts his weight slightly. Her mouth a wide O, screeches a silent scream. Peter presses in again, not even half an inch, but this causes a frenzied spasm of crying and giggling from Hope. Her feet and hands are pounding the pile of straw creating swirls of golden tornadoes around the lovers.

She wraps her arms around Peter’s neck and sobs, "Oh my god." Peter and Patti glance at each other acknowledging, even savoring, the sweet agony of the helpless virgin. Slowly and carefully, with the exactitude of surgeons, they press Hope's body in tiny increments. As the virgin pussy tightens around his cock, Peter is beginning to groan, surrendering to a stupor of bliss. And Patti takes over, controlling both the tender virgin and the lustful man as their bodies press together. The slow progress of the mammoth rock hard shaft – deeper and deeper – melts the soft and fragile virgin into more pain and more bliss. She continues to writhe, impaled by the man. She looks wild against the stillness of Patti and Peter and she shrieks again through her giddy, anxious tears, “Oh God!” Gripped by the agony she thrashes and twists; the golden dust swirls around her anguished body and in a desperate burst she lunges up with her hips and impales herself on him. The searing pain charges through her, running up and down her body, setting off explosions all along her spine. Her eyes see red for a second then lose focus; all she can see is the straw floating through the air like golden angels. The sharp whistling in her ears is her own howling but she doesn’t know it.

She feels Peter lift himself up and his cock slide the other way and she’s afraid he’s not going to stay in her and she locks her legs around him. “No, no, don’t stop.” Of course, Peter is not stopping and he’s lost in the lust of the experience and he savors profoundly the delicious agony pouring from the sweet virgin, hot and tight over his cock. He begins to push in again and Hope’s legs fly straight up and her toes point in the air.

“Ooooohhh,” a melodious moan of tearful glee.

Patti looks ecstatic as she stares into Hope’s eyes and her hands squeeze both bottoms. Peter is staring down, taking in the purity of the virgin goddess writhing and thrashing underneath him; he feels the heat of her juices as a series of tiny orgasms erupt out of the young girl. He can’t stop as single bolt of his seed shoots out into her, but he manages to hold the rest in. Hope is babbling uncontrollably now as the cock begins an excruciatingly slow piston action in and out of her barely virgin pussy. Pounding her with sharp deeply rhythmic thrusts, he rides her passion, breaking her, crushing her down building her up, saving her. He’s a marble god, solid and epic, ramming deep into her soft sweet innocence.

“Oh my god, Oh god, oh Christ. Oh this hurts so much. I can’t. No, don’t stop. I love your cock. Yes, come in me. Oh, yes, oh, yes."

Hope lost in all time and space, all she knows is the mystery of golden straw filling the air, the heat and pain of the cock drilling into her, and Patti's soft and loving whispering, "So pretty, so good, I want to see you come, baby." The poor girl’s thrashing has eased into an eager rocking as her hips rise and fall with Peter’s cock. Her eyes mist with bliss, her cheeks flush with ecstasy, her breast heave up with her rock hard nipples caressing over his chest.

After an endless stream of deeper and deeper thrusts -- a slow and deliberate drilling-- Peter begins to pick up the pace. Hope’s tears and laugher and moans drive him blind with lust. He can feel her tender eager desire; he can feel his own power -- tons of seed gathering and boiling at the base of his cock. Her virgin soft flesh seems to be tearing apart around his rod but Hope keeps thrusting up, anxious to draw him in deeper with each plunge. She hadn’t realized that he shot into her a bit earlier but now all her senses are prisoner to every thrust, every inch, even the heat of his throbbing cock. In her joyous shock, her mouth opens wide with wonder. She can sense he is about to explode and she squeezes him with her legs as her fingers claw deeply into his back.

Crashing flames, fireballs cascading, “Oh god, you’re filling me up. Keep coming baby. Keep going. Yes.” And he is shooting into her salvo after salvo. Pounding deeply into her, his cock blasts fireballs, one after another, gushing through her, filling her with his power. She’s squeezing greedily to get every drop and Patti is laughing with pleasure. But even when he’s empty he’s still hard enough to keep pumping.

Hope is squirming underneath him. His juices seem to be flooding into every vein of her body and her sensations are beginning to change. She’s become aware of her pussy throbbing and hot and swelling from the pain of its first cock. It is tingling and as the cock stirs up and down and back and forth; it seems to be probing for new spots to tickle. Hope is realizing that a strange new feeling is taking over. It’s like her pussy has become a tight fist squeezed hard enough to turn a coal into a diamond and she knows that when this fist loosens she will come so hard that she will split in two.

She’s panting desperately and twisting her head back and forth. First looking at Patti and then at Peter. “Oh, I’m going to come soon. I want to come. Can I come now? I .... Oh.”

He’s pounding into her, something a fierce thrust, sometimes a slow spiraling swirl. She can sense the coming explosion of his cock. And her lithe writhing body grabs for a climax. That cord is pulled on her heart and the orgasm is released. She’s coming and so is he, wave after wave after shockwave. Rapturous tears stream down her face as she shrieks with pleasure, her entire body rattling in ecstasy and she panting for breath when the seemingly endless orgasm finally fades but then comes the aftershock of another climax. It starts small, like a flame dancing on the tip of Peter’s cock. But the flame grows and soon her golden body is melting as she groans wildly. She gives one last loud sigh and the now deflowered virgin falls limp under her lover.

Hope’s eyes are closed and somewhere through the haze of bliss she senses that Peter and Patti are at her feet. She opens her eyes to see Patti kneeling and sucking on Peter. He sees Hope awake and smiles again. He gestures for her to join them. Hope crawls over and begins to lick his balls. Soon the tongues of both girls are wrapping around the shaft and each other. The cock is deep in Hope’s pretty little mouth as it explodes. Her head shoots back for a second in surprise but then she looks up at him with loving eyes and begins to suck all of him up. Her mouth is filling but she struggles to swallow all of him down. As she’s doing this Patti begins to suck and gulp all the juices swimming inside of Hope’s pussy. For a moment Hope is hanging in the air holding Peter’s hips as she sucks and with her legs on Patti’s shoulders as she’s being sucked.

The three collapse into more straw; a fine sheen of gold dust covers all three sweaty bodies. Hope is lying between the other two as they snuggle down into the straw.

Patti is in high spirits. “This is a great spot Hope, but I think we need a shower. You’re coming back to the motel with us; we’re not done with you.” Hope sighs and looks at the exquisite brunette. She realizes that her life has changed forever. She knows she wants to go wherever this sex goddess leads her. “I’ll have to call my dad.” 

“There’s a phone in the car,” Peter says as he gets up. He slips on his slacks and says he’ll be right back.

Patti embraces Hope and nuzzles her breasts. “I want you to come with me to Chicago. I’m doing a test for Pl@yb0y and I think you should too. Come on, we’ll have fun.” Now she’s giggling. “We’ll make it like this, over and over. We’ll have a ball.” Her giggling is muffled as she takes Hope’s nipple in her mouth.

Hope sighs again and knows that she’s on her way to Chicago. Peter returns with some blankets and helps the girls brush off the dust. They wrap in blankets and begin to search for their clothes.

“Hope is going to come with us and do a test too.” Patti gloats.

“I know,” Peter responds, “I’ve already called the mansion to tell them what we found.” Hope smiles with a little embarrassment.

Patti looks back at Hope and returns her shy smile with a lusty grin, “You belong to me now darling.” and with this she leads her willing prisoner back to the car.

As they speed through the night to the motel Hope stares out the window as she snuggles in Patti’s arms for warmth. It’s much too late to call home but her dad is used to her staying out anyway. She knows about Pl@yb0y. There have always been a few centerfolds hanging behind her dad’s bar. She’s never given it any thought but the more she thinks about it the more excited she becomes. Patti is chattering on and one about being a bunny in St. Louis and meeting celebrities and going to LA to meet Hef. All Hope can think about is having Patti eat her out again and having Peter impale her on his huge shaft again.

The motel looks deserted and the girls wrap themselves tightly in the blankets and scurry into the room. Peter is close behind. In the room, under the glare of the ceiling light all three burst into laughter. They have straw in their hair and all look like they’ve been painted with gold leaf. Hope notices the huge bed and quietly licks her lips. Patti starts the water in the shower and Peter opens another bottle of wine.

The girls step into the hot steamy water and Hope tingles all over as the warm streams trickle down her body forming little rivulets in the golden dust on her skin. Patti’s skin is glowing and inviting and Hope can’t help but lick her throat and shoulders. Patti is briskly soaping herself and her girlfriend. The spicy scent of the soap is awaking and stimulating both girls. Peter soon enters carrying the wine. He takes a gulp and kisses Hope at the same time. She struggles for a second against the odd feeling of warm wine and tongue pouring into her mouth but she gives into the pleasure. He pours a little wine on her nipples and kisses it off. Patti is behind her; she’s reaching around and soaping Peter and Hope is engulfed between the two bodies.

Patti reaches between Hope’s legs and takes hold of Peter’s cock. He’s bending his legs just enough so that Patti can guide it under Hope as she strokes it. Hope can feel the heat of the shaft between her legs and just as she throws her arms around his neck Peter lifts her up and Patti guides the tip of the hungry cock up against Hope’s swelling pussy lips and holds it place while Peter slowly eases the squirming girl onto the erect shaft.

Hope groans and spreads onto the cock as if she was melting. She takes hold of his shoulders and, with her hips wrapped over his, she begins to pump up and down. Patti is helping to support her and it’s not long before Hope’s long wet blonde hair is flying in frenzied circles and her breasts bouncing with each thrust up and down.

Hope comes quickly this time, her hot juices flowing with the water from the shower and she gives a little moan of protest as she’s lifted off the cock. “Don’t be so greedy,” Patti chuckles as she climbs onto Peter. Hope oozes to the floor and watches in amazement as Patti expertly rides Peter in a untamed erotic dance. She pumps up and down squealing with delight, she twists her hips from side to side, and she twists her body, doing everything to help the cock dig deeper and deeper into the lust-filled recesses of her body. Patti is watching his eyes closely and as he comes she lets herself go too. She drops down into Hope’s lap; she’s hanging upside down as Peter’s cock unloads into her. Her own climax is shaking her and she looks at Hope and although her head is upside down she pulls Hope into her mouth. The blonde can feel Patti’s orgasm even in her tongue.

The three exhausted bodies limp out of the shower but Patti’s not done yet. While Peter and Hope are drying each other Patti throws a towel over a lamp to soften the light. She then takes one of the motel chairs, a wooden chair with arms, and puts it in the center of the room. She places a pillow across the arms and then she slips on a terrycloth bathrobe.

Hope is still completely nude and tingling both from the warm shower and the seductive look Patti is now giving her.

Patti opens her robe and removes the belt. She wraps both of their bodies in the soft fabric and tenderly squeezes Hope’s ass through the cloth.

Hope can feel Patti’s large firm breasts pressing into hers and she’s getting turned on again. She is wiggling against Patti’s body.

“I loved watching you come tonight. You looked so sweet and fragile. I think I’m falling in love with you.” Hope looks up at her with misty eyes. Patti continues to kneed and squeeze Hope’s luscious ass. “But you still have one cherry left don’t you.” Hope stiffens for a second and a bit of fear flashes in her eyes. But looking into Patti’s soft pleading eyes brakes down all her resistance. She snuggles closer to Patti’s beautiful body.

“I want you to trust me Hope. Do you trust me, pretty girl?” Hope nods weakly. Patti is now taking Hope’s wrists and tying them with the belt of the robe. Peter is now behind the blonde and holding her shoulders firmly.

“Oh baby girl, you’re going to love this. Just trust us.” Patti begins to back towards the chair pulling her willing captive by her bound wrists. Peter lifts her up and presses her face down on the pillow over the two arms. Hope begins to cry as Patti ties her wrists to the legs of the chair.

“Are you afraid baby?” Hope nods anxiously. “Do you want us to stop?” She shakes her blonde hair furiously.

Patti kisses the tears and then takes another cloth and gently presses it into Hope’s mouth. She ties it into place and then strokes the trembling girl’s hair.

Peter meanwhile is standing between her legs. He is tenderly caressing her back and she squirms against the ticklish feelings. He comes to her bottom and plants a kiss on each cheek. Then using some oil on his middle finger he begins to twist it into her ass.

As soon as she is pierced by the finger Hope becomes rigid and begins to moan; her crying hasn’t stopped. Now there are two fingers in her and she can feel them digging and probing. At that moment Patti begins to slide her fingers into Hope’s pussy. Her squirming spirals, more frantic, more desperate; she screams into the gag, she pierced in the sensation of Patti’s fingers actually meeting Peter’s inside her body. But Peter’s fingers slide out as Hope groans with relief. Patti’s fingers are digging and twisting and her other hand is working Hope’s clitoris.

As Hope loses herself on Patti’s sexy hands she feels something large and heavy rest on her ass. She feels Peter’s hands pull her cheeks apart and with one brutal shove about two inches of his cock are rammed up into her.

Hope throws her head back in blissful agony and Patti goes even faster and firmer with her hands. Hope can feel the cock slowly easing in and she can feel Patti’s fingers seeming to massage the captive’s insides and Peter’s cock at the same time.

The tears are for joy and pain and shame and pride as the two captors violate their tender victim. Hope can’t stop screaming as the shaft moves bit by bit in and out of her.

Hope’s legs are kicking as much as they can as she begins to thrash against Patti’s hands and up into Peter. A massive orgasm brings on a wave of staccato groaning and Peter uses the peak of her climax to plunge all the way in and he unleashes himself inside her.

Hope feels liquid fires spreading into her and she cinches her ass to squeeze more out of him. Patti’s hands seem to have melted into her body and just as the fingers start to withdraw Hope finds herself overwhelmed by yet another climax. Even after both Patti and Peter are out of her Hope still continues to writhe and squirm uncontrollably as she remains draped over the chair.

Patti is a little anxious about her prisoner as she undoes the gag but between her gasps for air Hope keeps mumbling, “Oh, yes, oh yes,” as if she is in a trance. Patti unties her and Peter lifts her up. Hope immediately begins to kiss Peter is a frenzy of passion. Then she turns and covers Patti with desperate kisses. Her hands are running wild over Patti’s supple flesh and she cups the brunette’s pussy and squeezes her plump round ass as they tumble onto the bed. Peter goes off to wash himself. He wants to be quick because he doesn’t miss any of Hope’s crazy fit of lust.

Hope and Patti are facing each other on the bed and Hope is wildly fingering Patti’s juicy pussy and Patti howls with joy as Hope plunges a finger into her rear. Hope is digging in, pressing into Patti from both directions. Hope keeps muttering, “I want you to come, come on my fingers,” and Patti keeps singing out, “Oh, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Suddenly she grabs Hope’s face and pulls her in for a lust-filled kiss. As Patti’s tongue plunges into Hope’s mouth both girls are seized by an frenetic trembling as the overpowering electricity of Patti’s orgasm floods into Hope too.

They remain rocking against each other for awhile and as Hope drifts off into a dream she hears Patti whisper, “You are going to make a fine playmate.”

[keats]

The ropes didn’t frighten her; just eighteen, Brandi had been tied up a few times already since becoming a pl@ym@te. Some men liked it, and Brandi liked it when men liked it. She wasn’t afraid of the silk gag in her pouty mouth; the gag went with the ropes and the delicious girl knew that soon the gag at least would be off because she knew men found her lush lips irresistible. It wasn’t being tied spread-eagle over the pool table or even the six men close by. None of that scared the voluptuous girl. What scared her was the waiting.

It all started last night. Brandi was the youngest and most inexperienced pl@ym@te at the Mansion that night and she didn’t understand why all the other girls were saying they had headaches or were getting their periods. Then an ostentatious white stretch limo drove up to the door and a man with orange hair and a spray-on tan stepped out. He was met at the door by the publisher and then guided into the living room. Hefner was gracious enough to the guest, but his body language revealed a certain disgust for the lumbering guest. The guest was dressed in an expensive but ill-fitting suit as though he thought a size too large would hide his pasty, soft, and awkward body. His red tie was absurdly long, like a bib for a sloppy baby.

Brandi had been sitting in a corner flipping through fashion magazines when the two men walked in.

“And this is one of our lovely new pl@ym@tes. We’re very proud of her. Let me introduce you two. This is our new Miss October, Brandi Brandt. She’s only eighteen but she has proved herself to be an outstanding model and we’re proud to have her in our family.”

Brandi rose to be polite but there was something awkward and strange about this man. The orange hair was clearly some kind of weird comb-over, and he stood stiffly in his expensive but too-large suit. He put his hand out to shake hers and she took it reluctantly; it was remarkably small and the man’s grip was weak and slimy as though he had just been masturbating with K-Y jelly. The spray on tan looked even more repulsive up close and the skin around his eyes was pale and pasty.

“I’m Donald Trump of course,” he said boastfully, watching for her reaction. She just looked at him blankly; she had no idea who he was. He frowned, annoyed, then pressed on. “I’m talk with your boss then you and I are going to make a deal.” Even his voice was annoyingly whiny.

Brandi shrugged her indifference and went back to her magazines. She could hear Trump’s whiny voice droning on the other side of the room. It was like a bothersome fly buzzing around.

Finally there was silence. Brandi didn’t bother to look up. Half an hour later he was standing in front of her. “I’m Donald Trump,” he announced. Brandi looked up at him. He looked ridiculous. He stood, arms akimbo, his tie pulled down slightly and his fly open and his dick peering out from his suit trousers.
Brandi burst out laughing. She couldn’t help thinking, “That’s the smallest dick I’ve ever seen and I used to baby sit and had to change diapers.” She stood to go but Trump grabbed her and began to grind against her, mumbling over and over “I’m Donald Trump, I’m Donald Trump.” After about two minutes of this he suddenly grunted and a small trickle of sticky white ooze slimed her skirt. He staggered backwards and collapsed into a chair. “I’m Donald Trump,” he said once more and then he was snoring.

The publisher apologized profusely and gave her the next day to herself. Brandi was delighted and slept in the next morning, ordered breakfast to her room, and spent the morning working out and playing with the menagerie of exotic animals on the Mansion grounds.

In the afternoon she indulged in a special treat for herself: riding the motorbike Pl@yb0y had lent her, taking it out to the lonely roads in the hills above Los Angeles. The rush of mountain air and the roar of the combustion engine felt liberating and empowering after the creepy incident with Trump. She really did need a brake anyway after a busy week of shooting in the nude during the day and partying in the nude all night for weeks at the Mansion. She roared along Sunset Boulevard just for a pinch of city, then through Sunset Strip, and past iconic landmarks like the Beverly Hills Hotel, and then onto the purely magical destination of the Pacific Coast Highway to experience some of that dreamy ocean breeze.

A perfect day for biking, so she didn’t give much thought to the pack of cycles following behind her and she didn’t even notice that when she headed up the hills towards Mulholland Drive that the pack trailed along, far back enough to give the girl plenty of space but never far back enough to lose sight of her delicious body hunched fetchingly over her roaring machine.

But on a deserted stretch of road, where the Santa Anna winds had blown drifts of sand over the black tar, the bikes moved closer. Brandi, loving the throb of the engine between her thighs still didn’t give them a thought.

The gang surprised her, surrounded her in minutes; and, even more surprisingly, she wasn’t afraid. She felt in control of her bike, she felt strong and free, and she felt adventurous and daring. As their bikes circled around her, even as she kept moving, she watched for a break in the line. When no gap appeared she channeled her inner daredevil, gunned her engine and did a 180 while sending sand and grit out in an arcing cloud over her assailants. In a burst of speed she broke through the pack and barreled back down the mountain. The gang followed but kept their distance, matching her speed but never catching up. Brandi weighed her options and chose a direct route back to the Mansion. Only when they hit the streets of Hombly Hills did she realize that she was being escorted back.

Once they hit the long driveway leading up to the Pl@yb0y Mansion the gang began whooping and crowing, catching up to her bike and leering at her. She raced to the long portico leading up to the front door and leapt off the bike like a rodeo star and raced up the steps with the gang in close pursuit.

Kimberley Conrad herself opened the door and if Brandi had thought she had found sanctuary she was disappointed because Ms. Conrad smiled at the gang as if they were long awaited guests. The momentum of the gang in pursuit drove Brandi to the Grand Staircase with the gang right behind; her speed hadn’t varied since she had first gunned the engine in the chase and now the gang was rushing her up the steps and down a long corridor to a large studio.

Brandi wasn’t sure she was happy there’s wasn’t a camera crew but she didn’t have much time to contemplate the matter; her legs were swept from under her and she was hoisted onto a pool table left over from a pl@ym@te shoot. Feisty and fiery, she rolled off the other side and landed like a cat and took off with the gang in pursuit once more.

Greedy hands grabbed at her limbs and, even though she struggled fiercely, they had her surrounded in the center of the room. The men had been talking, gloating really, since the moment they entered the Mansion, but it was just a storm of noise to the girl as she struggled. She heard just one word: rape. One of the greasier of the gang, later she learned his name was Schultz, he kissed her brutally just before gagging her. They began the fun of peeling off her leather jacket and her tight jeans.

She had wriggled a bit in protest but the jacket came off quickly and the jeans were torn off without much effort; they left the skimpy tank-top and sheer panties on but they were crude in their fondling through the thin fabric. She kicked a bit when they lay her on the green felt but they looped a rope around her ankles and another rope on her wrists, stretching her arms above her head so her chest was nicely displayed and tugging her feet over the edge of the table so her top was pulled up and her flat belly bared.

Now she lay on the pool table in flimsy panties and a sheer top covering her heaving breasts. Still that didn’t scare her. The men had surrounded her like wolves, growling and snorting as they tied her to the pool table; they were a wolf pack and the wolf pack was collectively licking its chops and Brandi fully expected to be ravished. She wasn’t afraid of that either. But then, once they had her tied, they retreated to a corner of the room and occupied themselves with drinks and cards. The waiting, that scared the helpless pl@ym@te.

For the bound and gagged pl@ym@te the wait seemed like hours, and for the gang waiting to bang the poor girl time was torture. As much as Brandi dreaded the wait, the gang suffered more because the delicious girl was spread before them but they couldn’t touch her.

Finally Brandi sensed that the waiting was over; what the wolves awaited had arrived. The last pretense of indifference went out of faces that had been gradually taking on tenseness. Chairs and feet scraped as men pushed back a little from their table. Muscles flexed bodies into readiness for action. Tongues licked lips and eyes looked eagerly at the front door.

When Reggie entered the rough and brutal gang members seemed suddenly genuinely intimidated. But even more intimidating was the tall blonde who came in with him. Kimberley Conrad was new to the Mansion but she already moved like she was running the place. She fully expected to see the rowdy crowd waiting for her when she had followed the gang leader into the room but the sight of the lovely and nubile Brandi on the pool table made her arch a brow in incredulity. And the power of her arched brow had an even more chilling effect on the gang.

Schultz had trouble focusing as he talked to his leader; his eyes kept returning to Kimberley’s chest. “We brought her back like you said, boss. I didn’t know we were gonna get two chicks though. I figured you were going first on the little girl there, then me. Then, you know, we’d let the guys go nuts. But maybe you want the blonde first and I do the little chick. But I’m thinking maybe we have the chicks do each other first. That way…”

Without needing to say a word Reggie cut off Schultz’s babbling; the leader’s icy stare made it clear that Schultz had been doing too much thinking.

Kimberley, too, listened and her look was even more disdainful. “I thought I was going to supply the night’s entertainment for you boys,” she said with a wry tone that belied her annoyance. “I’m not so sure that you boys rate a girl on girl show.” Kimberley’s eyes did wander over the luscious curves of the girl laying bound on the pool table. She filed the image away for future reference.

Reggie was pissed and his face showed it, but he too was becoming distracted by the obvious charms of the bodacious Brandi. His mind flashed back to his gang at another party at the Mansion; Kim Morris went at it with the whole gang and Reggie found it boring. He looked at the icy Miss January and then he looked at the nubile Miss October. He didn’t have a tough time making a decision.

He gestured a dismissive thumb towards Kimberley while keeping his eyes on the delicious Brandi. “Take her outside and give her a rodeo,” he explained to Schultz who wasted no time reacting. Schultz had Kimberley by her shoulders and was hustling her out the door, followed by the rest of the gang. She gave Reggie an icy glare, as if promising revenge, but she did little to resist the pawing hands of the gang as they whooped with glee.

The victory shouts of the gang faded quickly as they disappeared down the hall with their pl@ym@te prize. Reggie stayed, silently gazing on the trembling beauty of the girl tied up on the pool table. Brandi’s lush young breasts heaved and quivered under the soft fabric of her almost sheer top. She couldn’t help it; she batted her eyes alluringly as she looked at him, trying to match his insolent gaze with her own stab at a tough look but she merely managed to look like a little girl playing lets-pretend.

He laid a flat palm on her bare belly. He said nothing but his gaze was promising some serious fucking. She held her breath as his hand made lazy circles over her belly, caressing under her breasts. He finally took one of the lush mounds in his hand and her spine arched up.

“You like that, don’t you babe?” She nodded eagerly. He pushed the flimsy top up under her chin and used his rough hands to tease her luscious flesh. She squirmed at his touch and moaned into the gag.

“I heard about how you raced my boys down the mountain. You’re a wild cat, little girl. You gonna give me a good time? You gonna be good for me?” She nodded again, her eyes wide with terror and desire.

His hand worked slowly, surprising gentle as the fingers and palm caressed over the smooth and creamy flesh. She winced with fear when the thumb and forefinger captured her nipple but he softly twirled it, a slight motion urging the sweet nub into arousal. She wriggled with pleasure.

He lifted his palm and shifted his arm so that only the tip of his forefinger was touching her, pressed between the two perfect breasts. He slowly etched a line in her skin, circling the quivering mounds then floating down her belly. She shivered as the fingertip glided over her skin and she almost jolted in her bonds as the finger touched lightly over the fabric of her panties.
“Good girl, good sweet girl,” he lifted his finger to her face and softly caressed some loose strands of hair away from her cheek. “So pretty; you a pl@ym@te baby?”

She nodded, her eyes glowing.

He chuckled as he turned her over. Face down, she turned and twisted her head so she could watch him tease her panties down just far enough to reveal the magnificent globes of her derriere. He fondled her ass greedily, kneading his finger deep into her flesh. “Jesus, I’m going to enjoy drilling this ass.” Brandi let out a little sob of dread but then his hand came down hard and heavy over the to luscious orbs and her whimpers turned into yelps of protest. The man just chuckled arrogantly as his captive writhed and thrashed against her ropes.

She wriggled some more and he undid the gag.

“What’s your name?” he asked cheerfully while loosing the ropes on her ankles.

“Brandi,” she said softly.

“Well, Brandi, I am going to have a good time with you. You want to have a good time with me?” His hands caressed over her bare legs. Brandi shivered and he suddenly slapped hard across her face and her entire body jolted.

“I asked you a question.” His voice was used to commanding and used to obedience.

“I….”

“You want to show me a good time? Show me what a good little pl@ym@te you are?”

She nodded her head rapidly. That first slap had hurt.

“How old are you, Brandi?” His hands roved over her quivering body.

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen! Still a virgin? Nah, hot little number like you probably started real young.”

Brandi’s spin stiffened. “November,” she insisted. “Just this November.”

Reggie laughed. “Well I guess I’ll still be able to show you a thing or too.” With her wrists still tied he sat her up and dangled her legs over the edge of the table.

To Brandi, his kiss tasted like cigars and danger; his tongue took what it wanted from her and she mewed softly as he moved from her mouth to her nipples.

Each nipple was rock hard and eager for his lips and tongue and teeth. She bent her head back, thrusting her chest up to him. Her flesh, soft and vibrant, was sucked deep into his mouth and she sighed. One arm he kept wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close, and with his free hand he stroked between her thighs, driving her crazy with desire.

Her tiny hands, still tied together scratched over his belly. “Untie me so I can open your pants,” she breathed out.

“Well aren’t you just a regular little girl scout,” he snarled pulling her hair back and kissing her brutally.

“Let me,” she said huskily when the kiss finally broke.

He just laughed cruelly and with one hand pushed her down onto the tabletop. Pressing a palm down on her belly as if pinning her to the felt he stepped around and tugged the rope until her arms were stretched over her head again. “Be nice, OK?” she said softly as she felt him tie the end of the rope to a leg of the table, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Reggie just snorted while he opened his own fly, standing close to her head so she could see the massive snake emerge from the leather pants.

“Oh no,” she gasped with her face agape like a heroine in a silent movie.

“Oh yes,” he laughed.

He stepped to the end of table and yanked her legs forward until he was standing between her thighs. He caressed her belly again, his rough hands raising goose bumps on her skin. He gently engulfed her breasts and squeezed them together; Brandi, almost disbelieving, watched his hands maul her. He grinned, his eyes watching Brandi’s eyes watching herself be ravished. “Yeah, you’re a wild one,” he chuckled and ripped the flimsy top open and tore the panties to shreds.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you babe?”

Brandi giggled; given that his cock was already pressed against the gates of her sex did it matter what she wanted, but yes, yes, oh god, yes she wanted him to fuck her. She nodded furiously as she giggled some more. But then the cock throbbed against the lips of her pussy and the reality of its size and menace hit her. She yelped in panic.

The head of the cock was like a hot poker and she gasped at its first touch. Reggie pulled her legs up against his chest and slowly leaned forward. Brandi stiffened her legs in defense. The pl@ym@te and the biker were now in an epic tournament, Reggie pressing in with his cock and the young girl struggling against the massive attack.

The huge beast pushed past the soft petals of her flower and Brandi gasped at its mass. Her head twisted back and forth in fury. She arched onto her shoulders and pressed with the back of her legs but Reggie was gripping the sides of the table and pushing deeper into her in a slow cruel crawl. “Oh no,” she cried out with the cock forcing itself into her softness. “It’s too big,” she wailed.

“Oh yeah,” Reggie agreed and he pressed in more.

Brandi’s shapely legs were struggling to keep him back but the massive beast continued its evil progress; her muscles tensed but she could feel an erotic glow gripping her as the impossible merging of his cock and her pussy advanced. Her bare skin was covered with sweat and, as hard as her legs were working to push him away, they were beginning to lose their purchase against his chest.

He gave a sharp thrust as if stabbing into her and the pain and pleasure screamed like a comet up her spine and into her skull. “Oh no, no, no,” she pleaded, her hair flying and her breasts dancing as she writhed in her struggle. He pulled back slightly and the release of pressure produced a flood of ecstasy throughout her trembling body. She let her legs relax somewhat, silly girl; he felt the tension release and he acted quickly, lunging forward.

Her legs slid off his chest and landed on his hips. She screamed furiously as the full weight of him and the mass and heat of his cock engulfed her. Her body, stretched over the table, undulated like a wave in a typhoon. Over and over her naked body snapped and arched as his cock rammed in hard.

Now the real contest began. Reggie fucked hard and cruel and deep into her and Brandi, her arms tied above her head, rode his savage cock like a rodeo star. Her body bucked and writhed, but her soft sex took every thrust and returned it with the sensual undulations of her delicate muscles and the warm sweet gushing of her nectar.

As her ecstasy rose her body stilled itself, all her energy devoted to receiving the huge cock inside her. Her head rose slightly and her eyes, burning with defiance, gazed up at Reggie as if daring him to continue.

He continued for a long, long time, thrusting in and out, in and out, his massive cock gliding through the sweet moist tightness of her throbbing sex and probing deep into the secrets of her youthful purity. Brandi’s bare skin glowed with sexual heat and her soft breasts danced with each thrust. The tiny pl@ym@te was an eager gladiator, matching each of his deep thrusts with hungry gyrations of her hips as her juicy ass slapped against the felt of the pool table. Their eyes were locked, each watching the reaction of the other as their bodies rocked together and sexy warfare.

The ruckus bursting into the room did nothing to distract the two combatants until Schultz’ face was close to Reggie’s. “Boss, we gotta go,” Schultz yelled out. “That bitch bit piece off Rollo’s face.”

Reggie turned reluctantly away from luscious Brandi’s gaze. He saw Rollo behind Schulz and the gang member was holding a greasy cloth to his check and blood was dripping down. “Rollo slapped her down after that but she’s screaming for cops. We gotta go.”

Reggie stopped balling into Brandi but his hard cock remained throbbing and hot inside her. Christ, she was good. Brandi wriggled slightly, letting her breasts jiggle and letting her sweet sex twist gently over the muscles of his shaft deep inside her. “Take me with you,” she whispered dreamily.

“Cut the rope,” he barked to Schultz as he scooped the naked pl@ym@te up into his arms.

****

Reggie looked down the hill at the line of motorcycles waiting on the road, on each bike a rider, a warrior, his gang. Out beyond the line of bikes the ribbon of highway flowed back towards the mountains outside LA and out to the desert in the other direction. His gang looked like giants and ogres in some kid’s nightmare. They were waiting for him. A few shaded their eyes to peer up the hill to watch him. He turned and looked down at Brandi.

She was bent down in front of him, her arms stretched out to grip a tree to give herself support. Her lush breasts, naked and soft, hung down and he could stroke them easily and he did. He squeezed them and pinched them too. Christ this babe had a great rack. Her bottom, plump and round was pressed against him and her pussy was impaled on his dick. Her tiny feet couldn’t reach the ground so she dangled desperately as he fucked her and he fucked her nice and slow.

In and out he thrust over and over again, hard and deep. Grinning he watched the naked young girl writhe in pleasure, her chestnut curls gliding across her shoulders as her head twisted in agonizing ecstasy. He felt her tighten even more around his cock. Christ she could fuck; for such a young chick, she was amazing. Hell, she was amazing period.

He pulled out and she shuddered; it was the tension of gravity: the more he pulled out, the less holding her up, and that tension flooded in erotic fury between them. He rammed in again and she sobbed. The pressure of him throbbing deep inside her overwhelmed her; her nipples tingled with the excitement.

She opened her eyes and saw her shadow on the grass, an erotic silhouette as the big man fucked her. Beyond the shadow she saw the gang waiting, some of them watching, and the dread that Reggie might invite them to do her increased her arousal endlessly. A sudden deep thrust from his cock snapped her into an ecstatic reverie. Yes, fuck yes, fuck. She felt a climax rising.

He hammered in harder and harder now, urging her on to orgasm and she came finally with a howl that echoed down the valley. He came too, in a cannon ball that shot through her almost causing her to lose her grip on the tree.

She came in a rattling howling orgasm and she came hard as he filled her with his white hot power. He eased her down so she could rest her palms on the grass and with her body half upside down he shot in again, another cannon ball, then another. She was whimpering helplessly now, crying as she gushed her nectar against his loads still on fire inside her.

He knelt and fucked her a little more and she slowly eased into a blissful trance, coming in a final splendid spasm twisting her into a dream-like state of mind.

She whimpered again as he pulled out and she twisted onto her back as he rose over her. She shaded her eyes and watched him tug up his pants. He gave her a lecherous grin and strutted down the hill to the gang.

Brandi gulped and turned away. She wondered if the gang would come one at a time to do her or would they take her all at once. She shivered.

After a long pause she felt the ground shake, a pair of heavy boots thudding up the hill. One at a time she sighed. It would be a long afternoon.

She remained in place and listened to the approaching footfalls. The sound stopped. Brandi remained still, trembling like a fawn cornered by a wildcat.

“Still tired? I thought you’d be good to go for another couple of hours.” The voice was gravelly and cruelly amused.

Brandi felt a thump in her heart and she turned over and there was Reggie standing over her. She heard the sound of the other bikes roaring away as she scrambled up into his arms.

Even Reggie was impressed with the pleasure of a naked nubile young pl@ym@te writhing in his arms and smothering his face and chest with kisses. “Oh Reggie,” she squealed with girlish glee.

She kissed down his chest and lowered her legs and kept kissing until her mouth and tongue teased over his navel. She was on her knees now and she finally got to play with his zipper. She let out a satisfied moan as she licked his cock and she gulped eagerly as she worked to get it down her throat. She looked up at him with adoring eyes. “I wove oo,” she mumbled with her lips around his shaft. And she did love him; she loved his power and she loved his cock. She especially loved his cock. She began to suck with a real devotion now, her tongue and teeth teasing over his cock as she gulped it down. He shot a load into her and held back the rest, letting her swallow down then suck him some more.

It was going to be a long afternoon he thought as he wrapped her hair in his fingers and thrust his cock deep down her throat. A long afternoon indeed.

[keats]

"Oohhh God no. Oohhh God no," she cried, her head snapping from side to side. “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK! Yes baby, yes. Fuck me baby.” Her shimmering chestnut hair flew in frenzied arcs around her blissfully agonized face. Her pliant body, tall and lithe, jerked in sharp, angular, spasms as each thrust probed deep into her sweetness. Her tanned skin glowed with a sheen of sex induced sweat.

Julie Lynn Cialini was making love and her body was the center of the universe.

The eager Pl@ym@te’s hungry body jumped at his cock, pumped her hips at him as he shot his load into her sweet wet depths; her tight lusciousness received him with joyful vehemence. Her ecstasy rolled over her in wave after wave and she squirmed with delight, twisting into the orgasm as it racked her body.

“Oh Mister Hefner,” she purred, “I love you coming in me.”

Fucking this girl was so delicious.

He stretched alongside her warm sweating naked body; already he was drifting into a blissful sleep. With a languid yawn the succulent Pl@ym@te snuggled next to him and let her ecstasy carry her into a dream.

A few hours later Miss February woke after her long night of blissful pleasure and she stretched her slender lissome limbs and smiled with satisfaction; every cell in her body sparkled with a warm afterglow of exhilaration and contentment. She focused her eyes in the dim light and noticed the red satin ribbons, once tied around her waist, now tied to the bed post; she giggled softly, deciding that she was quite a birthday gift after all.

Her partner snorted, still asleep, and Julie lifted the satin bed sheet and admired the semi-erect cock rising towards her. She sat up and took a drink of champagne, now flat and warm, but still bubbly enough to tickle her throat; the sparkling liquid moistened her sweet mouth and conjured up a familiar yearning. She licked her lips and bent down to kiss the quickly stiffening shaft.

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Earlier:
He stood at the edge of the bed; her strong shapely legs squeezed his hips, urging him on as he looked with a satisfied leer at his prize. Standing above the writhing sex goddess stoked his sense of power; he had conquered her completely now. And now he was going to ball her.

Julie Lynn’s effervescent body was always sparkling and alive with sensual energy; her photos were always beautiful but in action she was a vivacious vixen always in alluring motion, always seductive with every gesture and breath. When Julie Lynn Cialini balled like a crackling, snapping live wire, an electrically erotic storm. When Julie balled she was beauty and perfection with each eager gesture. When Miss February balled she was Cristal Champagne, a poem of bubbly motion. Even when she wasn’t actually balling she radiated a lusty joy and promise impossible to resist.

He could have gazed down forever on her naked body as she quivered with anticipation. She was all his and a vision of pure sex as she lay on the bed trembling and alluring.

The delectable Miss February quavered with excitement as she felt the head of his cock push into her, the hot hard shaft spreading her sex open and slowly filling her. The soft moist flesh of her sex glowed with eager lust. Her body vibrated with craving as each inch of his throbbing pole spread her further apart; she was impossibly and gloriously tight and sweet. Sweet pressure engulfed him.

"Pl- Pleeaasse," she cried looking up at him, anguish and desire burning her cheeks a bright red.

"You feel this, Julie?" he growled as he pushed it further into her. "Feel me filling your pussy?" She knew she was driving him crazy but she had no idea of how crazed and frenzied he was to fuck her; married now to Kimberley Conrad Hefner, he was tortured by the sight of a constant whirl of luscious and willing Pl@ym@tes, models, and ingénues but not allowed to touch because of wrath of the dreaded ice queen, his wife. Now at last, he was going to fuck the ecstatically eager Julie Lynn.

"Ooohhhh God yes," she whimpered. “It’s so big. No, don’t stop! Oh, baby, we’re sooo bad.” Her eyes burned in worshipful awe; her cheeks glowed with lust as grateful tears streamed down her face.

He pressed himself fully forward, burying himself all the way inside of her sex. She felt it stretching her inside, felt her juices flowing to coat him, felt her muscles clenching at his thick hard weapon. When he had the full length of his cock stuffed into her delicious depths he held it there, twisting himself into her, shifting his cock to explore the exquisite torture of her tight tight sheath. Julie’s long lithe body twisted into each thrust, the sweet sheath squeezed and rippled, hardening his shaft to hot steel. Her eyes strained to focus on his face hovering above her; she could see his lust, see him enflamed with the vision of his erotic goddess.

Her tall curvaceous body was splayed across the center of the mattress, her arms spread out across the bed still, each wrist lovingly tied with a satin ribbon to a bedpost. Her luscious breasts, the nipples bright as fire, swayed in an alluring dance. This was the perfect way to fuck Julie because so much of her glory was his to savor with his eyes as well as his cock.

"Please, baby," she continued to plead. "Please. Oohhh God please."

After twisting and turning himself into her for a minute he pulled back. She felt his cock slipping out of her, felt her lips being drawn out along its length as he retracted all but the last inch of it. Then he pumped forward again, still slowly-- so sweetly and slowly that she could feel every millimeter of him as he pushed into her. Her legs came up and her ankles crossed behind his back; she squeezed her legs pulling him in deeper.

"Oohhh God," she whimpered, her head rolling. "Please baby. Please."

"You like me in you, Julie? You like me fucking you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, oh God. Yesss."

“You’re a good Pl@ym@te, Julie, so sweet, so fine.”

“Yessss, yes,” she hissed. “Oh yess, you’re so good, so big and hard. I love your cock, your big hard cock inside me.”

He started to pump himself in and out of her, steadily building up his pace as his hard cock drilled the Pl@ym@te’s writhing body. She giggled with joy. “Oh you bad bad man,” she teased, “We’re being so naughty.” Suddenly her face darkened. “What will your wife…”

“Fuck her,” he growled and slammed into Julie Lynn brutally. She howled with pleasure and with a wicked grin thrust up to receive him.

Soon she felt her body being pushed and pulled over the satin sheets, felt the bed rocking slightly with their motions. Panting and gasping for air she surrendered and sent her juices flowing out. She felt his hands come up and start to knead her breasts as the two precious mounds swayed to the music of his drilling.

She loved the way his hands kneaded her flesh. "Oohhh please baby. Please."

"Yes, Julie, you like it. You like my cock. You like being pleasured by me. Your pussy's all wet and hot, wrapped around me. Feel my power baby? Feel me taking your sweet body?"

“Yessss,” she hissed vibrating with pleasure; it felt soooo good.

“You’re my Pl@ym@te, Julie. I can have you any time I want.” Drilling into the writhing and twisting glory of Julie Lynn’s body he felt invincible, no longer afraid of the ice queen.

“Yesss, all yours, fuck me, baby, take me.”

“You belong to me; I’m going to fill you up.”

"Oohhh God Baby, pleeaasse."

His rhythmic fucking increased in speed, he was now pounding himself into her, rocking their bodies and the bed as he hammered his cock into her sex. She could hear the slurping wet noises of pussy and cock sloshing together, could feel him burying the full length of his cock in her with each hard hungry thrust.

Julie glowed with sensual beauty, her eyes bright with love and passion; her flawless breasts gleamed with sex sweat, her bright red nipples swelled-- rock hard candy for his voracious mouth. Her Pl@ym@te perfect body promised ecstasy and her delicious pussy delivered; expertly massaging his cock, her taut sheath was a portal to paradise.

The happy man could not resist those delicious breasts; his lips covered one of the juicy mounds and he sucked hard, pulling the succulent flesh deep into his mouth while his tongue beat against the hard candy nipple. She tasted so good he could happily devour her completely. Her body, so sensitive to his touch, bucked and writhed in wicked glee as he sucked harder and harder on her heaving breasts. Still he pounded deep into her sweet tight pussy.

“God, please, you’re driving me crazy,” she howled when it became too much. He lifted his head and smacked his lips with satisfaction, sated with the feast of her flesh.

His fingers closed on her nipples and pulled and twisted them, sending more pain and pleasure barreling through her body. She planted her feet and steadying her balance she lifted her ass an inch off the sheets, lifted her sex at his cock, giving herself totally.

"Pleeeaaasssse baby, oohhh pleeaasse."

"I knew you were hungry for me, Julie, I knew it. I knew you'd like sucking my cock and having me fuck you." As he spoke he loosened the bonds on her wrists and the release of the pressure made her heart pound rapidly.

She'd been listening to his words, listening to him and trying to understand why he was saying the things he said. None of the other Pl@ym@tes ever heard him talk that kind of talk before but his words seemed to hold her prisoner, to kindle some animal lust insider her, and they seemed have an overwhelming power on her. She felt the orgasm that had building in her since he had first grabbed her breast blossom to its precarious peak. His dirty words made her feel the heat from it, made her juices flow hotter. She was mortified to be doing a married man and mortified that it felt sooooo good. She didn't understand why; she was confused with the idea of her body enjoying all of this so much and the confusion seemed to enhance the pleasure.

"Ooooooooooooo," she whimpered as she realized that he was going to make her come. "Oooo, baby." She slipped her wrists out of the loosened satin loops and grabbed his face, pulling hers up to his for a kiss—a long deep lusty kiss with her eager tongue hot and sweet twirling deep down his throat.

Her whimpering seemed to fuel his desire. She felt his pace and force increase even more as he released her breasts and grabbed her legs. He held them tightly, pushing them open while pulling them toward him. His hips were bucking at her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy as he reamed her sex with his power.

He could see her face reddening and her sex-bright eyes moist with tears of yearning. Her lips were open in a wide O of surprise and bliss. Her cheeks seemed to be burning coals and her nostrils flared out with uncontrollable lust.

Her firm lush breasts quivered with each thrust, with her ruby hard nipples swelling to a bright red and tickling his chest.

She felt his increased vigor fuel her own desires, felt her orgasm leap to the brink and start to wash down over her. Her head flew from side to side as her hands reached out to grip the sheets behind her head. Her feet dug harder into the mattress and lifted her ass even higher toward his pumping steel.

"Oooooo. Please, fuck, God, yeees, ooooooo," she cried, thrashing into her orgasmic shivers. “Give me your big cock; I love your cock.”

"Take it, Julie, be a good little Pl@ym@te!" He growled.

She felt him ram his cock into her deep and hard, felt it stretch and fill her. She felt her orgasm begin to rack every nerve inside as her back started to arch off the sheets.

"Oohhh God yesssss," she cried again. "Ooooooooooo. Pleeeaaaassssse oooooooooo."

She felt his cock twitch as her muscles clamped down around it, squeezing it as her body quivered and shook through her orgasm. He pulled back once more before slamming himself into her with enough force that she felt the bed lift off the floor. Then he grunted loudly and held himself deep inside of her. She felt his cock jerk, felt it begin to spray its load into her pussy, white hot cannon balls crashing against her inner depths.

"Oohhh God no. Oohhh God no," she cried, her head snapping from side to side.

Her Pl@ym@te perfect body jumped at his cock, pumped her hips at him as he shot his load into her pussy. Her orgasm rolled in like the tide in a storm, smashing wave after wave over her and she squirmed into the orgasm as it racked her body.

A few minutes later her body slumped back onto the sheets as she felt his withering cock slowly drop from her quenched sex. He sighed looking down at her; his exhausted body slumped to the bed as he pulled the sheets up over them. She couldn't move for a couple more minutes, only lay there with her chest heaving, her legs spread their juices swirled together deep inside her.

He stretched alongside her warm sweating naked body; already he was drifting into a blissful sleep. Julie with a languid yawn snuggled next to him and let her ecstasy carry her into a dream.

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Even earlier:
"Please sir; be gentle," she moaned sweetly and meekly. "Please."

His pleasured expression instantly turned to one of command as he reached down and grabbed one of her arms. He pulled her upright, spinning them both around and pushing her back against the tall bed pole. She instinctively raised her arms expecting the ribbons to be tied above her head. She was naked from the waist up and her bare breasts yearned for his mouth. Instead he reached under the plaid skirt and cupped his hand over her pussy; even through the panties her heat seared his hand. She thrust her hips forward unable to hide her desire. His other hand slid behind her head and pulled her face down for a deep kiss.

“You’re ready for me now, aren’t you Julie?”

She nodded shyly. In her head a voice screamed that he was married but thousands of voices screamed back that she wanted his cock.

Seeing the yearning brimming in her eyes he took her shoulders and moved her backwards. She felt her legs press against the edge of the bed; she submissively allowed him to push her backwards across the center of the mattress. One of his hands fell on her breast and while rolling her swollen nipple between its fingers and she swooned at his touch as her luscious body sank into the sumptuous cool fabric of the sheets. With an eager efficiency he tied the satin ribbons dangling on her wrists to the bed posts. She watched with wide eyes as he bound one arm, then the other and she breathed rapidly with the exhilaration of submission.

His hands caressed her body, lovingly cupping her breasts and tracing his fingers over her voluptuous curves. “You’re a good Pl@ym@te, Julie,” he purred seductively, “So pretty, so sexy. You want me to take you.”

Julie writhed slowly in an erotic trance. She wanted to resist but her body offered her to him.

His hand brushed over her face and she captured a finger and sucked it suggestively. “You’re such a bad girl, Julie,” he taunted.

Thinking she had a way out she abruptly burst out a futile objection. “We shouldn’t…”
Instead of finishing her thought she started to struggle against her bonds, bucking and kicking and twisting weakly wanting to escape and wanting to stay.

Her exertions only aroused him more; her body looked so delicious as she writhed. His hands continued to explore the beautiful Pl@ym@te, running down her legs until they came to her kicking feet. She froze and gazed into his blazing eyes; his finger tugged the buckle of the gleaming patent leather shoe and undoing the strap was one more seduction of the luscious Pl@ym@te. The school girl shoe slid off her graceful foot and dropped to the floor, taking her resistance with it. As if hypnotized she offered the other foot and he repeated the seductive drama, slowly sliding the shoe off and speaking with his eyes his intention to drill deeply into her depths.

Julie groaned as he caressed her bare legs and thighs. His hand returned to a foot and she giggled sweetly as he squeezed it gently. Her eyes blazed as he sexily and slowly slide the frilly school girl socks off her feet.

Now she was ready, laying on top of the satin sheets, her ass teetering on the edge of it, her breasts heaving from her ragged breathing under his mauling hand. She felt his other hand on her pelvis, felt his fingers gripping the edge of her panties, felt it tugging them down. He jerked at her panties, yanking them down off her waist and along her legs.

The caress of the garment slipping down her leg aroused her even more but the confusion came back too. "Oh, yes, yes. Pl- Please sir," she cried now. "Please, this isn’t right, you’re married...I can’t.”

"Yes you can. Oohhh, yes, I'm going to fuck you sweetheart," he told her. "I'm going to stick my cock into that wet little snatch of yours and you're going to love it."

Then with commanding finality he yanked her panties down over her ankles and off her kicking feet. He almost whistled as he worked happily, arranging her legs so that they were spread open, her feet propped against the edge of the mattress, knees bent. She jumped when she felt that hand delve under her skirt and between her spread legs, his palm brushing against her sex.

His fingers ran through the thick and curly bush and reveled in the dewy warmth of her. “Ohhhhh,” she purred, “Be gentle, please.”

“Let’s get you naked,” he growled, “You’re my Pl@ym@te after all.” With that the plaid school girl skirt was wrenched off. Julie let out a whoop of delight as the tattered fabric flew away.

"Look how wet you got sucking my cock darling," he informed her.

His fingers, two of them, had brushed over the dewy curls of her bush, her pussy glistening with tiny jewels of her arousal. He offered the slick fingers to her lips. The scrumptious Pl@ym@te pounced eagerly and tasted her own juices, sucking his fingers with erotic fervor, her eyes brimming with desire.

"You are a horny girl Julie," he told her. "Getting all wet from sucking on my cock."

"Yes, N- No…We shouldn’t!” she whimpered. She looked away, blushing and beautiful in her sultry innocence. In her peripheral vision she saw the hand drop out of sight down between her thighs and she groaned as the fingers pierced her. "Pl- Please."

Her head rolled to the side as she tried to not look at him. She groaned again, euphoric in the magic touch of him inside her.

“Ohhh, sir,” she purred surrendering to the assault of his fingers, “Please, oh, please.” The touch inside her released floodgates of desire in the tender girl; still she tried to resist even as she twisted herself around his fingers. “No, baby, your wife…this is wrong; we’re being bad…”

“Shhhh,” he hushed her resistance as he relished the tight heat over his fingers and enjoyed the beauty of her effervescently naked body glowing with desire. He assaulted her sex with more vigor; the finger inside her was the final key to unlock her resistance.

The writhing Pl@ym@te felt his fingers pumping her sex, felt his thumb bumping into her clit. She felt her ass hanging precariously off the bed and used her legs to hold it steady and hold it from falling. Rolling her head back she saw that both his arms were pumping and she realized that he was jerking on his cock while he pumped her pussy. She wanted him inside her, coming inside her, filling her.

"Ooohhhh, baby," she whimpered again as his fingers delved deeper into her pussy. "Ooohhh yeeessss."

Julie rolled her head from side to side as he pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy while stroking his cock and staring down at her. She argued with her own mind as she tried not to want what he was doing, what he was going to do, but her body was telling a different story. The key had been turned and her treasure was his for the taking.

"Please, sir," she cried. "Please."

He stood at the edge of the bed; her strong shapely legs squeezed his hips, urging him on as he looked with a satisfied leer at his prize. Standing above the writhing sex goddess stoked his sense of power; he had conquered her completely now.

She felt his fingers slide over her sex and felt his hand lay onto her belly. She saw him repositioning himself, felt his cock brush against her wet opening.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you Julie," he boasted, feeling his power over her once more; and the power aroused him. "I'm going to stick my cock into your pussy. I'm going to stick it in your sweet little pussy."

She trembled with excitement and felt him push the head of his cock into her, the hot hard shaft spreading her sex open and slowly filling her. Her body vibrated with craving as each inch of his throbbing pole spread her further apart.

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Still earlier:
The succulent Pl@ym@te gracefully licked along a throbbing vein; like a snake, her tongue twisted around the throbbing cock; the pink glistening muscle performed impossible acrobatics over the trembling shaft. She kissed it on the tip, blessing it with her warm vibrant lips; her moist breath blew gently over his tingling skin.

“I…love…to…give…head,” she breathed; her eyes sparkled with desire.

“That’s a good girl.”

Even talking about it stimulated her. “I can do it for a long time,” she cooed, seducing him, “Yeah, a real long, long time.” She licked her lips and sought his approval with her gaze.

“Oh Julie…”

“I could suck a delicious cock forever. Especially a tasty one like yours. Mmmmm, I want to suck on your yummy cock,” she teased softly, her body vibrated with excitement. “Ohhh, and I love to swallow, I want to feel you come on my tongue. I bet you taste sooo good!”

She could see in his eyes that he couldn’t wait any longer now; she felt her own jaw slowly dropping as the irresistible urge took over her body. His hands pressed forward at her head. Her eyes locked onto his she leaned forward and pushed her lips against the tip of his cock. Very slowly she pressed harder, allowing the shape of his cock to part her lips gradually as she slipped part of it into her mouth.

"Ooohhhh yes," he sighed as the first inches slipped into her wet mouth. "Suck it, Julie."

Julie felt the head of the cock slip into her mouth, felt it sliding in under the delicate pressure of her lips. Mmmmmm, she moaned to herself, savoring the delicious treat.

She swirled her tongue over it, tasting the fleshy sweet filling her mouth. She watched his expression as his smile grew wider, sensual pleasure mixing with the pleasure of being master of this eager Pl@ym@te. Still looking up at him she worked more and more of his cock into her mouth, sliding her tight lips across the flesh. She swirled her tongue and started sucking seriously. Soon she had the top few inches of his cock sliding in and out of her suctioning mouth while her hand pumped the base of it, the dangling red satin fluttering from her wrist as if in a breeze. The end of the ribbon tickled her nipples and sent her soaring. She felt his hands holding firmly to her head, saw his hips starting to pump in unison with her sliding mouth. She moved her hands over his hips to steady herself.

"Yes, suck it," he coached her. "Suck my cock Julie. Feel it in your mouth, feel me fucking your sweet mouth.”

Julie’s full rosy lips encircled the shaft; her hands held his hips until one hand grazed forward to tickle his balls, then scratched along his sensitive skin with her long nails. He groaned and she wrapped her slender fingers around the pulsating shaft.

His hands were now holding onto her head firmly as he proceeded to push and pull it into a rhythmic pace with his own pumping hips. Gradually he forced more of his cock into her mouth until her lips were bouncing off of the fingers she had wrapped around it. She felt his member sliding over her lips, she swirled her tongue over it and sucked harder with her mouth.

Julie was an artist on her knees; her tongue danced over his cock with the grace of a ballerina and the speed of an Olympic skater. She twirled and twisted, tracing each throbbing vein as if she were following a treasure map. She slurped and sucked and squeezed and sucked some more. Her mouth was warm and wet and voracious. She sucked for a long long time feeling herself aroused more and more with each delicious lick of his cock. She sucked harder and harder as if to devour him completely. She was a sweet cock sucker. She sucked with her eyes closed as if concentrating on her art, over and over she licked and twirled. She sucked him endlessly. As she had promised she sucked him for a long, long, enthrallingly long time.

Sometimes she would suck with a wild deep pull as if to drink him all up at once, then she would switch to a gentle fluttering of the tongue and a warm breath over the tingling skin. Her lips sometimes squeezed, sometimes lightly fluttered, sometimes licked his balls or belly, sometimes grazed over his inner thighs. Her fingers too sometimes squeezed, sometimes lightly fluttered, sometimes tickled his balls or belly, sometimes caressed his inner thighs, sometimes gripped his ass with urgency as her head bobbed over and over along the length of him, always her hands were moving and driving him insane with lust. Still, with the precision of a tightrope walker she kept him from coming.

Finally she looked up with bright eyes as if seeking approval.

"Suck it Julie," he moaned appreciatively. "Suck it while I fuck your mouth with my cock. While I fuck your sweet mouth."

On her knees, her perfectly ripe breasts bouncing and swaying with the way he was jerking her body, she could wish for nothing more than to continue to accept his flesh into her mouth again and again. Alternately she would look up at him then look forward at his pumping hips and abs as he pushed himself into her mouth. She realized that he was actually fucking her face, fucking her mouth. She loved it and in her arousal tears of joy welled up in her eyes. She was sucking him and making him happy and she was so proud to be his Pl@ym@te.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered around his assaulting cock, her tongue swirling around and tasting his salty sweetness, tears streaming down from soft wide open eyes.

She felt his cock twitch under the pressure of her lips, felt it grow a little more rigid in her mouth.

"You're going to swallow my seed Julie," he informed her. "You ever swallow a man's load? Yes, I bet you have, baby."

Julie's eyes flashed upwards as she desperately tried to get him deeper insider her throat. She knew he was going to come now and she also knew it would be a volcano of hot white lava. He was staring back down at her, his eyes filled with a powerful need that she recognized and understood.

"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered again.

"You’re so beautiful, Julie, so good; your mouth is perfect. And now you're going to swallow my load. I'm going to come in your pretty mouth so you can swallow it like a good Pl@ym@te."

His hips and hands were pumping her mouth over his cock at a rapid pace now as the head of it bounced off the back of her mouth, a small bit of it even slipping into her throat. She closed her eyes as she felt his cock swelling in her mouth, felt it growing stiffer with each pump forward. Instinctively she sucked harder on it, she swallowed the seed oozing from it and waited for the spray that was coming. The man was grunting now as he absolutely fucked her face. A moment later she sensed his entire body tensing, felt him freeze as he buried his cock deep into her mouth. She felt and tasted his first spray of lava as it washed the back of her throat and she swallowed quickly. She gulped and sucked on his cock as spray after spray of his load pumped into her mouth, his cock twitching and jerking as it unloaded his fires.

"Ooohhh yes," he sighed after the last of his seed was down her throat. "I knew you could suck cock."

Julie tried to slide him from her lips but he held her head in place with his softening cock still in her wet mouth. Instinctively she continued to suck on it, pulling at the flesh and draining every last drip of his white seed from it. "Keep sucking it Julie," he instructed her. "You've got to get me hard again so I fuck you now."

The gorgeous Pl@ym@te's mind screamed with his words. She felt torn between her shame and her desire. She loved sucking him but he was a married man, married to a Pl@ym@te of the Year; and Julie had vowed a long time ago that she would never have sex with a married man. But there was the satin ribbon and what it meant; still she felt it was wrong. Maybe head was enough, maybe he wouldn’t take her all the way. She had somehow convinced herself that after she swallowed him that he would be done with her and send her on her way.

She looked up into his face and the blaze in his eyes told her everything. She had thought she was finished but now she knew different. Her mind reeled with the idea that he was still going to fuck her, which is what she'd expected in the first place, when he had first led her upstairs. She really didn't know how to react to this fact now. Her mind was ready for her to get out of there but her body was feeling an ache that she knew could only be filled by a cock in her pussy.

While she tried to come to grips with the whole situation she continued to suck on his cock. She felt it grow slightly harder again. Her hand was pumping at the base, squeezing and tugging the flesh, and her other hand had come up to gently hold his balls in its warm embrace.

"Yes, that's it Julie," he told her. "Get me good and hard for that pussy of yours."

He was leaning back against the bed post looking down at her while she worked to manipulate his member. While he watched her he continued to talk to her. "Yes, I'm going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. I'm going to stick my cock deep into you. I'm going to watch you squirm while I fuck your gorgeous body. While I fuck your hot body. I came in your mouth and now I'm going to come in your pussy."

During this his cock steadily grew stiffer in her mouth and she was soon sucking on a near complete erection.

"Get up here Julie," he ordered, pulling her head off of his cock. "Get up here so I can fuck you."

"Please sir; be gentle," she whispered in a meek and submissive voice. "Please."

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Earlier still:
Julie was a goddess even with her arms tied above her head and her white blouse hanging open. She groaned again, unable to contain the sexual excitement rushing through her delicious body.

He pushed her soft brown hair to the side with his face, swooning in its sweet scent; he whispered in her ear. “I want you to suck me.”

The phrase sent bolts of dread and trepidation to Julie's brain. She immediately understood what he was saying, understood where he would go with it. Her eyes darted to his crotch where she could see a bulge pressing at his slacks. She thought about that bulge, the cock that it hid, thought about what he had said and how she already knew what she was going to do; in her mind’s eye she saw the carnal pleasures overtaking them and she let out an audible gasp. Involuntarily her tongue flickered out to moisten her lips.

"Yes, I want you to suck my cock," he moaned; he too could already see those luscious lips engulfing him. He untied the ribbons at the bed post, leaving to bright red streams of satin dangling from her wrists. She trembled like a bird as he pushed the blouse off her shoulders and peeled it down her back where it fell to the floor.

She lifted her arms around his neck and kissed him with fiery passion. Her lips were candy sweet and her tongue was even sweeter. She explored his mouth searching for secrets and offering herself. He squeezed her plump ass and she ground herself into him. Then she stepped back and grinned at him wickedly.

Julie licked her lips alluringly and decided she wanted another kiss. She smirked as she brushed her naked breasts over his chest. She crawled all over him. Now as she looked down on his smiling face she thought of what to do next. Her finger moved over his lips, tracing the shape.
Keeping her blazing eyes open she closed the distance between them and her tongue slipped out to take the path her finger had moments before caressed. She licked the upper lip, then the lower, eventually she slid her tongue over the seam.

Julie held her lover and just stared down on him with a look of. . ."Gottcha" and a naughty wink. The delectable Pl@ym@te felt empowered, but as soon as she kissed him, tasted his mouth and played with his lips, she couldn't hold back, she wanted more and knew only this married man could give it to her. She felt wicked and alive.

He opened his mouth, begging her to come in and devour him. His body tingled in anticipation for more. His tongue came out and licked the taste of her on his skin. She jumped back and winked again, not allowing him to kiss her. When he retreated she returned and this time she slipped her tongue over his teeth, enjoying the smooth pearls. Her teeth tugged on his lower lip, before she was too aroused to deny herself any longer. "Kiss me," she told him.

He did. She writhed helplessly as his tongue impaled her hot moist mouth. She sucked on it as if it were a cock and her nipples stabbed into him as they hardened with craving. The two tongues dueled and danced. Julie was a succulent feast of the softest ripest juiciest of fruits, her delicious mouth feeding him her sensual beauty, her long body swaying seductively against him.

When the kiss broke the eager Pl@ym@te was breathing in short pants of passion. Again she licked her delicious lips and he knew he had to feel that sweet mouth over his cock.

“I want you to suck me.”

Again her tongue betrayed her by darting out. She blushed shyly and held her breath. She shook her head slightly. He’s a married man, she thought, I can’t.

Although her tongue had only poked out a little he hadn't failed to see it. She knew this when she returned her gaze to his face and yet another tear of desire ran down her cheek. His hands left her breasts and came up to rest on her shoulders, applying pressure.

"Get on your knees," he instructed her. "Get down there and suck my cock."

Julie licked her lips brazenly but still she hesitated. "Oh, sir, I want to but, but....Do you think it‘s OK?," her voice pleaded now. “I mean, your wife…?”

"Get on your knees, Julie," he demanded, his hands pressing harder.

She felt her already weak legs give in under the pressure and the delicious Pl@ym@te dropped slowly to her assigned position. Once there her hands reached out of their own accord toward the belt and zipper between her and his cock. Julie struggled to understand what was happening, why she was doing this when she thought it was so wrong. From another place she watched her hands undoing the fastenings to his slacks, saw them tugging on the waistband, pulling his pants down. She tried to stop herself but her body was acting without her brain.

When his pants lowered, exposing his underwear and the outline of his cock she heard herself murmur softly, felt her tongue once again moisten her lips. Again, on their own, her hands reached back up, they covered that outline and stroked it gently through the material.

"Take it out," he instructed her.

Julie raised her eyes from where they were staring at his cock. He was standing over her, his hands on her head now, staring down with his leering grin. She returned her eyes to his crotch and pulled down on his shorts. She watched his hard cock slip into view, saw it drop forward to bounce before her face.

Gingerly she reached up to it, her fingers wrapping around it and giving it a couple of gentle strokes. Again she looked up to him, her hand pulling at his throbbing shaft.

"Pl- Please," she pled again, more tears flowing out. “It looks so good.”

The succulent Pl@ym@te gracefully licked along a throbbing vein; like a snake, her tongue twisted around the shaft; the pink glistening muscle performed impossible acrobatics over the trembling beast. She kissed it on the tip, blessing it with her warm vibrant lips; her moist breath blew gently over his tingling skin.

“I…love…to…give…head,” she breathed; her eyes sparkled with desire.

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And earlier still:
“Yes, I know what you want. You know what you want too, don’t you Julie?”

The beautiful young girl stared at him and trembled, so alluring in her white blouse and plaid skirt, so vulnerable and eager. The red ribbons dangling from her wrists glowed to match the blush in her cheeks. Her spine pressed against the bed post and she felt trapped by the man’s power.

A tingle went up her spine and almost against her will she felt her chin drop for the slightest nod of assent. But that nod seemed to fill the room with heat as the air around them thickened. The two became wrapped in a sensual haze that could only lead to one thing.

More than seeing it she sensed his other hand moving. She swallowed hard and blinked in an attempt to break contact with his probing eyes. She felt his hand close over her firm, plush round breast, rubbing at her body through the blouse. Electrical currents shot through her every nerve with the contact of his fingers, her nipple hardening further. Her brain pulsed with the guilt of being with a married man; she searched for some way to stop him but stopped herself from finding an answer. She sighed as she pushed her chest to his hand.

Julie writhed a bit under his touch, savoring the fingers digging into her succulent flesh. Her nipple was rock hard against the fabric.

"Umm… Mr- Hef…Oh!,” A deliciously painful pinch of her nipple cut short her breath; she sighed and let the bliss flood through her. “Sir, your wife," she stammered in a soft, weak voice. "Sho- should we …"

"What Julie?" He smiled. "Why shouldn’t we touch like this? Shouldn’t I enjoy your pretty little nipple? Aren’t you a Pl@ym@te?"

"N- No…" she stammered again. "I me- mean, ye- yes. I me- mean… Wha- What are you going to do?"

"Now Julie," he smiled wider. "I love your breasts? Shouldn’t I enjoy the rest of you?"

He leaned in at that moment and pressed his lips against hers. The hand that was cupping her chin slid around to grasp the back of her head and he held her in place so that she couldn't back away. His lips pushed against hers and she felt herself returning the kiss, felt her mouth opening as his tongue pushed its way inside. She felt his tongue swirl over hers and washed her own against his. She felt his hand massage her breast, felt it squeezing and kneading her delicious flesh through the material.

Her mind told her to do something, to stop him, but she ignored her thoughts and instead kissed him deeply as she pushed her chest into his hand; she writhed and trembled in his arms. They kissed for several minutes while that hand massaged and kneaded her lush mounds. She felt it rubbing her, felt her nipples growing more swollen and hungry under its attention.

When he broke the kiss and pulled his face back from hers she looked up at him through heavy lids, her completion flush. Her bottom lip hung open just a little and quivered as she stood there waiting for his next kiss. Instead she felt his hand drift from the back of her head to the front of her blouse where it joined the other in undoing the buttons.

"Oh, M- Mr. Hefner, Oh… Pl- Please," she whispered her request.

She made clear her desire by lightly caressing his hands as he undid the blouse. The tiny buttons seemed to fly open as her creamy moist flesh poured out of her blouse.

His eyes moved down from her face as his hands pulled her top open to expose her breasts. She followed his gaze and she saw her swollen and red nipples inside the open blouse. She watched his hands descend upon her breasts, saw them cover her flesh, his fingers encircling the swollen nubs. He rolled them, squeezed and massaged her fleshy mounds. She felt the heat of his attentions scorching through her body, felt other parts of her body becoming aroused.

"Oh, no, oh oh, n... Oh yess! Oh ...Pl- Please sir," she whispered as she watched him playing with her breasts. "Please, yes."

"Shhhh, Julie," he replied. "Just let me look at these beautiful, beautiful breasts."

She raised her face slowly to his, her eyes yielding and pleading. Her breasts were tingling from his touch and she was rocking slowly on her hips. She stared in his eyes. She couldn’t stand the rush of shame and delight of sensual pleasure so she pushed his hands away.

“Now, now, Julie, we can’t have that,” he chuckled as he raised her arms and tied the ribbons to the post above her head. “You’re my Pl@ym@te after all.”

She whimpered sweetly and swayed delicately as he bound her to the post; she became sexier and sexier with each second. Her tall shapely body stretched out in offering to his every desire.

He looked at his captive goddess and suddenly dipped his head down to suck a bright red nipple. He smacked his lips and took a drink of champagne. With an evil grin he held the glass to her lips and let her gulp some down. The sparkling wine slid down her chin and her chest and he happily lapped it off her warm blushing skin.

Then he went back to the pleasure of mauling her trembling body. The tall delicious Pl@ym@te writhed helplessly as she watched him have his way with her.

All she saw was his hungry eyes staring back at her. She felt his fingers twist her nipples, felt them pull on the hard little nubs. A shock wave of both pain and pleasure coursed through her body.

"OOOhhuugghh," she whimpered.

"You're a little turned on, aren't you Julie?" He asked her, his tone growing forceful.

She looked up into his face from under her heavy lids, felt her bottom lip quiver more as his fingers pulled and twisted at her nipples harder. She looked again with an innocent purity as she jutted her chest into his hands. She wanted him to have her completely.

His smile had turned to a mischievous smirk and his eyes, filled with hunger and cruelty, were boring into hers. Unable to pull her eyes from his she stood there, her arms tied above her head while he mauled her breasts; she loved his touch and sensual pleasure coursed through her and she surrendered to him and let a blissful tear roll down her cheek.

"Don't you want this, Julie?" he asked again.

Her failure to answer him the first time caused him to be more demanding this time. Gradually her eyes dropped, her vision filled again with the sight of his hands working her fleshy mounds as she felt the fire in her loins growing.

Again they kissed; she poured her entire pink tongue hot and hungry into his eager mouth. The tongue writhed inside him, surrendering her to him completely.

Then she broke away with a groan. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she sobbed, “No...don‘t stop. That feels so good. Yes.”

His pawing and mauling of her awesome bosom continued to make her squirm as he leaned in close.

He pushed her soft brown hair to the side with his face, swooning in its sweet scent; he whispered in her ear. “I want you to suck me.”

And even earlier:
Her thick brown hair cascaded around her angelic face in streams of soft waves and curls. Each strand would catch the light of the room and make a halo highlighting her flawless skin and her full red lips. Her eyes were dark but sparkling and expressive.

Like all the Pl@ym@tes in the room she was dressed a generic school girl uniform outfit, complete with the pleated, checkered skirt, plain white button up blouse, black shoes and frilly Barbie-socks. The outfit was sexy on a goddess like Julie; even though she was so tall she looked girlish and fresh as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. But unlike the other Pl@ym@tes she had a pair of bright satin ribbons tied around her waist; the white blouse was short enough to bare her midriff and the ruby red ribbon glowed deliciously against her bare skin. He licked his lips; an excellent choice he thought.

He admired the luxurious curves of her full breasts straining against tight fabric stretched across them. Her nipples could be seen underneath, shadowy circles hinting at the creamy delights of her body; the tips poked out just so, looking inviting and innocent at the same time.

He took in the whole scene again. It had been too long since the girls had been gathered this way, for this reason. Sometimes married life sucked. Not that Kimberly wasn’t expert in bed, but he had become used to, well, variety. And here was a splendid feast. The flock of Pl@ym@tes stood in front of him, some looked at him with brazenly seductive smiles; others like Julie Lynn, looked shy and fragile and unsure of what was expected of them.

Savoring the moment he took his time examining the girls in silence; the choice had been made for him but he enjoyed watching her fidget nervously not knowing yet that she had been chosen. Suddenly he caught her eye and she blushed knowing he was undressing her with his gaze.

She stood and watched his eyes roam down then back up her body, pausing at her chest where her nipples were poking at the blouse, aroused even as she tried to look demure. A strange thought crossed her mind; was she getting excited by his attention?

When his eyes made it back up to hers she felt a shiver run down her spine as the expression in his drilled deep into her.

Her heart jumped as he moved towards her.

"Afternoon Miss Cialini," he greeted her finally, breaking the silence that she just noticed had been lingering. "How are you this evening?"

"Umm, well…" she started, too nervous to speak; this was the first time he had ever spoken to her.

"I see you’re wearing a lovely red ribbon," he interrupted her. “You look like a birthday gift.”

"Umm, no… See…Kim…Kimberly…I mean Mrs…Miss..No…Mrs.." She felt his eyes burning into hers, effectively derailing her train of thought.

"Do you know what the ribbon is for?" He cut to the chase.

She shook her head, uncertain. Confusion and panic gripped her spine.

The luscious Pl@ym@te shuddered as his hands touched the bare skin on her waist. With a finger nail he traced the edge of the ribbon and slowly, gazing into her melting eyes, he undid the bow.

“You’re a lovely girl Julie, truly lovely.”

As if on cue Donna Perry and Traci Adell, both tall Amazons like Julie, stepped forward and took the ribbons and while the luscious Miss February shivered they delicately tied one ribbon on each of her wrist.

Julie stepped backwards in panic but now she was tied with each of the other Pl@ym@tes holding an end of the two ribbons. They tugged her forward and, with the man leading, the two tall Pl@ym@tes pulled her out of the room with the applause of the other girls ringing in the beautiful captive’s ears.

Julie’s heart pounded as she was led up the stairs of the Mansion and finally to the Master Bedroom. Tracy and Donna ceremoniously handed the ribbons to the man and he tugged her through the door.

She stood in the middle of the glamorous room and followed him with her eyes as he walked to his desk and poured two glasses of champagne. She watched him walk around his desk to the door which he swung shut. She heard the knob latch in place and felt her heart jump in her chest as she watched him turn toward her. He stepped back to the desk, this time on her side of it, and sat down on the corner of it.

He handed her a glass and raised his in salute to her. She sipped the wine delicately, letting the silence of the room envelop her. He gestured for her to sit and with a sigh she sank into a chair.

Sitting demurely she looked up at him, at his stern expression and his piercing eyes. She felt her breathing growing shallow as his presence filled the room and his aura overpowered her thoughts.

"Ummm… Mister, um, ah …" She stammered, trying to find her courage again.

"Julie," he cut her off. "I've been watching you. I've admired your layout. I’ve been anxious to meet you but as you know our lovely Ms Conrad can be very demanding, very possessive.” He paused and gazed at her beauty. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time.”

Julie blushed at the crudeness of this remark but the pinkness on her cheeks and chest made her look more delicious.

"But, of course..." Without finishing his thought he tugged the expensive wedding ring off his finger and dropped it casually into an empty champagne glass; the ringing of the crystal filled the room until the delicate sound faded slowly into a portentous hush.

In the silence that followed his words he slid off of the desk and stepped over to her chair. He stood over her looking down into her eyes and his hand reached out to touch her cheek. The feel of his gently caressing fingers sent shivers racing through her body. They brushed back and forth a few times before cupping her chin. He applied a little bit of pressure indicating that she should stand up. Slowly she rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his; soon the tall Pl@ym@te towered over him, but once standing she still tilted her head to gaze down at him.

"Now," he whispered. "You are so...fuckable." He ran his eyes up and down her curvaceous body, lingering on the lush breasts which were heaving up and down, almost bursting at the buttons.

“But you’re married…I can’t…” she sputtered softly.

“Of course you can. I know you want to.”

“No,” she breathed but her eyes blazed with desire.

“Yes,” he insisted. “I know what you want. You know what you want too don’t you Julie.”
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Earlier in the evening:
All the Pl@ym@tes stood in the living room, all dressed as school girls, as Kimberly Conrad Hefner had ordered. They didn’t know what was planned but they all understood that they must obey the commands of the wife of the publisher.

In a small office off of the living room Kimberly Conrad sat like a queen; her regal bearing chilled the room as she sat, calm and poised in an elegant chair. She flipped through the bound volume of Pl@ym@te layouts inspecting each centerfold with a critical eye. She paused. There she was, long and lithe, radiating eager charm, pure sex, Julie Lynn Cialini. Kimberley Conrad raised an eyebrow. Very nice; very very nice.

In her centerfold Miss February, Julie Lynn, was stretched out in front of the bandstand. Her
sexual heat was difficult to catch in a still photograph but she glowed deliciously and looked so…hmmm… fuckable. Yes, that was the word.

The pose, emphasized her long, limber build, her thick russet hair cascading around her angelic face in streams of soft waves and curls. Each strand caught the light of the room to make a halo highlighting her flawless skin and her full red lips. Her eyes were dark but sparkling and expressive.

Kimberly turned the page and studied more nudes of the delectable Julie. Miss February’s breasts were perfectly formed and just right on her lush body. They offered themselves as dreamy pillows, delicious treats; they were velvet and warmth and cream. The tan lines accentuated the large inviting nipples that looked so kissable.

Her waist was narrow adding to the delight of her round plump bottom and flaring hips and thighs that promised plenty of fun and lively action. Her legs were long and smooth and tan and seemed designed to be caressed by a hand traveling up towards her treasures.

Her belly was flat and drew attention to the reddish thick bush beyond which those scrumptious lips lay ready to part at a man’s touch.

Perfect, Kimberly Conrad, thought to herself. She picked up the two satin ribbons and strode into the living room. The Pl@ym@tes immediately snapped to attention as if in the presence of a queen, and indeed Kimberly Conrad Hefner was Queen of the Mansion. Without comment she approached Julie and tied the ribbons around her waist.

“What is this for?” Julie asked nervously.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Kimberly said with a smirk, happy that she had found the perfect birthday gift for her husband.

[keats]

Corinna Harney had let her boyfriend talk her into coming over to his house; she had a premonition that tonight was going to be life changing for her…Little did she know. Her boyfriend carefully explained to her that his dad would be out all night playing poker. “He doesn’t even drive ‘cause he gets so drunk, so we can spend the whole night, you know…we can finally do it. I can ball you tonight.”

Corinna wasn’t prim or anything like that; still she frowned a bit at the vulgar word. She really wanted to make love with her boyfriend but she wished he could be more romantic. So a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday she had lied to her parents and found herself in the big bed in her boyfriend’s dad’s bedroom. She was a little tipsy from the bottle of wine they shared but that didn’t stop her from taking the lead in their lovemaking right now. The gorgeous waves of her golden mane were flying as her head bobbed up and down and her soft lips slurped over his cock in preparation for the big moment about to come.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, Corinna,” he was boasting as he held her head over his cock. “Tonight’s the night.”

While she was concentrating on giving him pleasure and zealously working her warm mouth over his cock, she did wish he was a little more romantic about it instead of holding her ears and plunging her head up and down. This was her first blowjob but she had some girlfriends who explained the whole thing to her and she wanted to do it right.

The noise of a vehicle pulling into the driveway startled him but Corinna didn’t notice she was so busy wrapping her tongue around his shaft, anxious to please her man. He abruptly pulled her hair and tugged her off with her lips making a popping sound as they released his shaft. “Damn, it can’t be!” he cursed as he rushed to the window. Sure enough, Hank, who was his dad’s poker buddy, was helping the very drunken father out of the cab of the truck.

Corinna’s boyfriend screamed for her to fix her clothes as he pulled his pants up and rushed out of the room. He stumbled down, pathetically whining excuses. She pouted for a moment, licking the taste of his shaft off her lips; she shrugged with girlish disappointment but, with demure and delicate grace, began to make herself presentable. A few minutes later she could hear loud voices arguing downstairs. “Get down here girl,” his dad finally bellowed.

She glowed like an angel as she appeared at the top of the stairs. The light from the bedroom behind glimmered all around her and her hair seemed to be golden flames at she tossed the wavy locks back over her shoulder. She shimmered sexily in a gauzy peasant blouse low cut and tied at the waist; even with the sheer white bra underneath, her nipples stood out proud and eager, blushing a bright red. The skirt was the same gauzy fabric and it flowed over the curves of her full hips. All three men, the dad, the boyfriend, and Hank stared at her with obvious lust as she slowly descended the stairs.

The silence was unbearable to the girl. Her tiny feet trembled with each step; she felt the eyes of three men burning into her but her own eyes locked on Hank’s, reading his intentions, in awe of his power.

Her boyfriend’s father broke the spell. “Damn, I gonna fuck you myself.”

“Shut up,” Hank hissed and father and son both quivered in dread. So did Corinna, still gazing at the lust in Hank’s eyes. The luscious young girl throbbed like he was already fucking her. She paused delicately at the bottom of the stairs and the three men could breathe in her sweetness. Hank silently commanded her closer while father and son blazed is frenzied impotent lust.

More frustrated shouting between father and son while Hank stood next to Corinna, casually rested a hand on her shoulder. He gave her a sidelong glance and smirked at the drunken scene being played before them. Corinna liked the feel of his hand and leaned in a little bit, feeling the strength of his muscles against her shoulders.

All the girls at school talked about Hank. He did construction work and carpentry around town and had an eye for pretty young things. He was careful not to mess with anybody under age but a good looking girl could be confident that she’d find herself ‘running into him’ pretty soon after her eighteenth birthday. Corinna was a little surprised that he hadn’t managed to find her yet, but the rumor was that he was heavily involved with the head of the cheerleading squad who was very possessive.

The arguing continued and Hank gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Fucking morons,” he grumbled to himself and then he smirked at the other two men, still keeping a possessive hand on the luscious nymphet. “Look, you guys work this out; all I know is I’m out a few hundred bucks ‘cause a couple of drunken fools busted up the game. I gotta get Junior home. I’ll take this girl home too.” Before the two could react he had spun Corinna around and shoved her out the door.

As they walked briskly to the truck Corinna realized what a foul mood Hank was in. In the cab of the vehicle was another drunken man. This was Junior, who had a reputation of being a loud and dangerous man when he drank. Hank stomped around to the driver’s side and got in. Corinna was a little hesitant but finally climbed in on the passenger side. Junior smelled like an open bottle of Jack Daniels and she pressed herself against the door and opened the window.

“Where do you live?” Hank asked brusquely. She named a street a few blocks away. “Yeah, well let’s drop Junior off first.” The truck took off for the highway out of town. “What’s your name?” He nodded when Corinna answered meekly. “Corinna, huh? Yeah, Beth told me about you. Says you’re a real tease.” Corinna blushed as the wind from the road rushed through the curls of her air. Beth was Hank’s girlfriend on the cheerleading squad. Corinna didn’t like that she had been called a tease, but maybe the reputation was not far off the mark. Corinna was shy and embarrassed; going all the way with her boyfriend tonight was going to be a real challenge. Tonight was not the first time they were interrupted, but usually it was Corinna who would stop things, saying she didn’t want to do it in a car, or making some other excuse. In a way it was a relief that they were caught tonight.

The cool air roused Junior; he shook his head to recover his senses and saw the beautiful girl next to him. Without any warning he began to paw her lovely round breasts. “Hey” Corinna yelped before his stinking mouth covered hers. Suddenly he was pulled back by Hank.

“What the hell,” Junior whined but Hank’s massive hand struck him hard on the mouth.

“Just shut up Junior. You’ve caused enough trouble tonight. I needed that game to raise some cash. Now leave the girl alone.” Junior whimpered again and the car became quiet except for the purr of the engine and the breeze running through Corinna’s glorious hair. But in that silence Corinna could feel a seething anger and danger.

Junior lived in a trailer far outside of town and the sky now was brilliant with stars and a full moon. When they pulled up to the trailer Hank jumped out on his side and dragged Junior out, unceremoniously dumping him onto the ground. Without a word Hank climbed back into his seat and raced away.

Corinna gulped, realizing that they were going down even more abandoned roads and heading for the mountains. In the moonlight she could see the seething rage still on his face so she sat quietly as the miles rushed by. The dark mountains loomed larger and larger like a growing menace as the truck raced along.

Now they were climbing and in the rearview mirror Corinna could see the lights of the sleepy town glimmering faintly. Each foot they climbed seemed to increase the tension in the truck. Hank was gritting his teeth and staring straight ahead. Suddenly he pulled off the rugged road and after a few dozen feet stopped the truck in a flat clearing near the top of the peak. The moon, glowing with a cold fire, seemed to be standing next to them. The stars blazed as witnesses to the panic in the girl’s eyes. Hank took a deep breath and opened the door on his side. “Get out,” was all he said. Corinna didn’t move. She was almost trembling as different emotions flooded through her. She knew what they were here for and she felt a strange attraction to the brutal man, but she was still afraid to move. He was a big man and her girlish imagination conjured up terrors. Her door opened with a sharp snap and he seized her bare arm and yanked her down out of the truck. “I said get out,” he snarled. She could barely gain her footing as he pulled her behind the vehicle, stopping only to grab a blanket and a lantern. Now with his fingers like steel bands around her slender arm he led her further into the clearing. In the bright moonlight the pale green foliage spread apart as they pushed along. The rustling leaves seemed to moan for the poor girl.

“Where are we going?” she asked meekly.

“Jesus Christ,” he spat out and looked down at his captive. He kept walking, tugging her along without saying anymore. Finally they came to a clearing, soft grass bathed in moonlight.

He dropped the blanket and lantern and pulled the girl against him. “You all really screwed up my night but I’m going to get something out of all this.” His hands gripped the luscious globes of her ass. “You’re gonna pay back my losses.” He lifted her up and impaled her mouth with his tongue. Her legs kicked and beat in the cold mountain air but her arms wrapped around his neck and her luscious breasts pressed and heaved against his chest. She rolled her tongue over his and swooned in the strength of his embrace, such a pretty girl, such a very young thing, such a treasure for a man’s amusement.

When he let her up for air she squeezed his neck even tighter, even as he lowered her gently to the ground. All the rage seemed to flood out of him as he chuckled with satisfaction, but in the frail girl fear and anticipation and eagerness still seemed to grow. “OK, Corinna, you’ll do. I was in for a card game tonight, so we’ll play some cards.” She gave him a puzzled look.

“The game is we draw for high card and the winner takes something off the loser.” Corinna’s look of puzzlement now changed to a look of panic. “Don’t worry, you can trust me. What card do you have?”

The young girl was silent, staring at her captor and unsure of what she was supposed to do.

“What card do you have?” he demanded firmly.

“Queen of hearts?” she whispered softly.

“Damn, I got a nine of clubs! You win; see I told you you could trust me.” He took a step back. “Now you take something off me.” Corinna hesitated. She stretched her hand out and it rested on his belt buckle for a second and the fingers brushed against the bulge under the zipper. Frightened by what she felt there, her fingers fluttered up to the top button of his work shirt. Slowly she undid each closure, gently caressing his chest with her nails as her hands worked down the shirt. She watched her own fingers as if hypnotized. Slowly revealing the bare skin of his torso, she let an erotic reverie tingle her spine. He was so big and strong, she gasped with silent awe. She tugged the shirttails up and pulled the garment off his broad shoulders. As if drawn like a magnet her palms finally rested on the muscles of his chest. She gazed up at him, her eyes melting with hope.

He chuckled, sensing his helpless prey’s slow drift into his trap. “I can see you’re good at this game. OK, next hand. What’ve you got?”

“Nine of clubs.” Her hopeful glaze twinkling now with a teasing glint.

“King of clubs,” he gloated. His hands immediately went to the knot holding her peasant blouse closed. Her hands remained on his chest but they were trembling now. He fussed with the knot for a moment but it wouldn’t open. “This is mine, right?” She nodded her assent softly. With a cruel yank the flimsy fabric tore open; with another strong pull he reached behind and pulled the blouse completely off. Her pale skin burned in the bright moonlight and rushing blood warmed her cheeks and the top of her chest in a gentle red flush. Her golden hair flew up for a moment in the violence of her being stripped and it caught the light of the stars like a net.

A quaking animal in a trap the yielding girl pressed three tiny fingers against her lips, a wasted effort to suppress a shriek. He took a second to enjoy the view and ‘dealt’ the next hand. Corinna won but her hands quaked violently as she tried to open his belt buckle. He laughed, “Maybe the boots should come first.” Holding one of her shaking hands against the throbbing bulge in his pants he expertly kicked off the boots.

Corinna was biting down hard on her fingers and panting desperately; her eyes flashed alarm and desire . Hank continued the game, rewarding himself with a win. Still keeping her hand trapped against his crotch he used the other to nimbly undo the clasp at the back of her bra. As his fingers worked on the clasp, hers closed around his shaft like a vise. Distress and disbelief widened her eyes. His fingertips guided the lingerie straps down off her shoulders but the cups of the garment resisted submitting her creamy flesh to his greedy eyes. He pulled down at the center of the bra and those milky white pillows burst into view. The areolas were large saucers matching the wide circles of her frightened eyes. The two firm red nipples stretched out towards his wolfish mouth. She trembled under his lustful gaze; she started to swoon into submission when the bra strap slid down and dangled on the wrist holding his cock. She let go for a second and felt the straps slide off her hand and hit the ground. She returned her hand to the bulge and squeezed even harder. He was so big and strong her imagination gushed; IT was so big and strong and she was so tiny and fragile.

One game was over but a new one began. Their mouths met and their tongues danced together. His hands kneaded her breasts and digging against the nipples, the petite girl jutting her chest forth and writhing with excited delight. He lifted her again and she enfolded one arm around his neck while still straining to hold his cock through the pants. Her shapely legs fluttered as if she were a bird. His mouth took hold on her nipples and sucked and bit and licked as she dropped her head back in ecstasy. He feasted on the soft cream of her breasts driving the frenzied captive into a writhing wriggling dance until she froze in fear, realizing what was coming next. Wide with trepidation, her eyes gazed into his lustful face. She glowed bright in the moonlight, nubile, soft, submissive. Her eyes whispered, “Take me” and his eyes blazed, “You’re mine.”

Corinna was slowly lowered to the ground and she kissed down his body as she was dropped to her knees, finally resting a blushing cheek against the bulge as he nudged into her. She looked up into his commanding eyes and watched the pleasure grow on his face as her trembling hands undid the pants and tugged them down along with his briefs. She only looked at the cock as it sprang out towards her. Licking her lips for a moment she pressed her mouth to his groin and began to brush her tongue, first around the base of the shaft, then along its length. His hands dug into her soft wavy hair and guided her head onto his eager cock. Her mouth, wet and warm, slid over him easily—the cock jerked and spasmed as if boasting, letting her suck and tease with her tongue; then, still holding her head firmly, he thrust deep against the back of her throat. Corinna’s hands pushed against his thighs but it was too late; he was thrusting his hips against her face and she could feel the tip of his cock about to explode. As the burst came he jammed her head against him and the downpour rushed down, a hot and heavy torrent causing her to stiffen as she gagged and struggled to swallow, her slender throat gurgling over the hot white seed blasting deep into her mouth. With one final victorious gulp she fell back onto the blanket and looked up at him smacking her lips with pleasure. Her creamy breasts lay languid and quivering in the moonlight and the flimsy skirt slid down her thighs revealing the supple flesh of her legs. She crossed her arms demurely but they were under those magnificent breasts as if lifting them up in offering. Her eyes still had that intriguing look of fear and seduction and Hank couldn’t resist. He dropped to his knees and kissed her throat, then across the top of her heaving chest; his mouth gorged on those lovely nipples again then went down to savor her belly button; her stomach muscles flickered up and down as his tongue teased her body.

When he came to her thighs she squeezed them together and covered her crotch with her hands trying to push down the skirt but he held her shoulder down with one hand as the other rammed up between her legs. His strong fingers twisted the flimsy panties until the silky fabric burst away from her skin; her legs jumped up in shock at the tearing of the lingerie and that was enough for him to get his head between her legs. Quickly his tongue gulped up the sweet sweat on her thighs then plunged in to conquer her pussy.

Her juices flowed into his mouth, a sweet delicacy warm with fresh surprise, her virgin nectar honey fresh and rippling like a stream in springtime. He spent a long time licking and relishing her insides before his fingers, joining his tongue, began to work on her clit. By now Corinna was writhing uncontrollably as her hands held his head against her. Soft murmuring sang out of her in breathless pants, “No, stop, please, oh, oohhh, no, please, no, noo, noooo, oh, ohhhhhhh!” But with each groan she lifted herself higher, feeding more of her flesh to him. She had never known the exquisite tenderness in the cruel bliss coiling around her spine. As her pleasure squeezed her tighter she shuddered and moaned, compressing her lips to hold in her gasps and closing her eyes to watch the fireworks bursting in her skull. Suddenly Hank’s work touched a newly formed star in her soul. Her head snapped forward and her eyes opened wide as she kicked against the ground as if trying to smash a crack into the earth, starburst after starburst inside of her. She tore at his hair in the delicious torture of her first orgasm, then she fell back a limp and helpless doll.

Hank stretched along side of her and let her rest for a moment. “Look’s like you had the winning hand Corinna. Time to deal me in.” He took her hand and pressed it onto his throbbing cock. She squeezed it tightly but frantically tried with the other hand to push her skirt down from where it had bunched up around her waist.

“I have to get home,” mumbled reluctantly, not even believing it herself. He snorted like a bull. In a feeble struggle she strove to lock her ankles together but it was no use. Hank’s powerful legs wrestled hers apart. He rolled on top of her and slid his arms under her shoulders. His cock was already pressing against the hungry lips of her glistening pussy, already slick with her juices. She twisted her head back and forth; at the same time she wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him in. “Please don’t, I’m scared…you’re so big,” she purred, “So big and hard…no…it’s so hard…I’m scared…” Even as she begged and pleaded she was spreading her legs for him. Her tender eyes glowed, completely trusting, completely loving.

The cockhead, poised between the soft folds of her innocent sex, throbbed hungrily. Hank intended a slow push, savoring the incremental progress of his cock into her virginity; he groaned in anticipation of the sweet tightness to come and the delectable girl under him writhed in panicked arousal, mewing softly in dread of the onslaught to come. “No, no, please no,” she whispered even as she grinded her soft flesh against him. Her tiny body radiated arousal and desire—irresistible-- and his body couldn’t resist. In a fierce thrust of his hips and a sharp plunge down on her shoulders, his cock burst into her and her eyes widened, burning circles of terrified worship and bewilderment and her mouth stretched open in a silent scream. With one sharp brutal thrust he shattered all her defenses. She felt so good sweating against him. Her pussy fit around him tenderly, squeezing and flooding herself over his member. Her virgin tightness shot shockwaves up his spine -- the violence of him filling her body began the surge of a new kind of bliss inside her; each nerve in her body filling with him, arousing her and caressing her – she writhed sweetly, gyrating her hips even as his cock tore and ripped her sheath.

After the first brutal lunge he paused for a moment and rocked his hips, just reveling in the splendor of her fragile body. Then he began the happy work of pulling in and out of her. He could feel her tender flesh being slashed by his weapon and he could see her eyes rolling around as he pounded her body into a mass of raw sexuality. He plunged in deep, hard and cruel. At first she couldn’t move as he assiduously cut into her with his cock, then her hips began to lift and propel herself onto him and soon she was matching him thrust for thrust. Beyond the pain of his stabbing she could feel the head of his shaft burning like a torch and she knew that flames were racing through his veins and about to burst into her.

As the first volley of his seed shot in she plunged up and squeezed her legs around him. She melted over the flood of him inside her and rocked her legs back and forth to pump more and more of him into her. He thrust and shot, thrust and shot, and still her body demanded more. Each bolt spurted through her in primal brutality, slashing at her nerve ending, dragging new waves of bliss to her brain. She was biting into his shoulder drawing blood and his hands were deep in the flesh of her plump round ass.

With each thrust she seemed to get tighter and tighter as if she was drawing his whole body into her. As she was rattling in orgasm he lifted his chest and flipped her around, twirling her on his cock until she was on all fours and pushing her lovely ass against him as she kept her pussy tightly wrapped around his shaft. Back and forth they rocked until in a final fury he shot into her with the largest bolt yet. She lunged forward unto the blanket and felt her body burst into flames and evaporate into the moonlight.

When she finally awoke she was being carried back to the truck. Her clothes were on the seat and Hank gently pulled the blanket over her nude body. She snuggled against him as they drove into the horizon just as the dawn was beginning to approach. “I love what you did to me,” her voice purred, making herself clear: she’d love for him to do her some more. She breathed hopefully, the naked girlfriend snuggling sexily. She listened dreamily as he spoke softly. “Well, I guess you know that I get around. But I have to tell you Corinna, you fuck real fine.” Corinna squeezed herself with delight and began to squirm until her head was in his lap. It wasn’t long before he had the pleasure of cruising down the highway while sweet warm lips ran up and down his shaft. “Good girl, you’re so good. So tomorrow I’m gonna make a call to a friend of mine in LA. Baby, you’re gonna be in Pl@yb0y magazine.” As he spoke he shot up into her mouth and she swallowed greedily.

At first Corinna thought she was being taken home but before they reached town the truck rolled down a long dirt road, finally stopping at another trailer. The land around the large trailer was covered with car parts, lumber and various vehicles in different states of repair, all guarded by several tool sheds, but what upset Corinna was seeing Beth’s car parked there. Hank noticed it too and he had a scowl on his face.

He carried Corinna, still wrapped in the blanket, into the trailer. This space was surprisingly neat, with fine carved furniture and several large bookcases filled with many volumes. But sitting on the edge of the large bed was Beth and she started screaming at Hank as soon as he entered. Then she noticed poor little Corinna. “You bitch,” she shrieked and she bolted towards her. Hank had put Corinna down and the shy girl ducked behind him for protection. He took hold of Beth’s wrists and started to drag her to the door.

“I told you not to come around here tonight. Now can’t you see I’m busy? I’m going to be fucking this little girl for the rest of the weekend!” With that he tossed her out the door. Beth stood outside fuming and cursing for a few minutes and eventually left.

Corinna stood there wrapped in the blanket. She was blushing, embarrassed by his words but also pleased that he chose her over Beth. Hank’s face was still angry from his encounter with that girl. “Go in and take a shower. I need to do some stuff.” He abruptly left the trailer and Corinna could hear him moving around in one of the sheds.

The bathroom, tiled and appointed with elegant fixtures, looked nothing like a room in a trailer. Corinna luxuriated in a long warm shower, allowing her body to tingle with the memories of the last few hours; her insides were sore and tingling at the same time. She brushed her teeth and gargled and admired herself in the mirror as she brushed her long wavy hair. Coming out of the bathroom she found Hank in the middle of the floor just finishing the assembly of a strange wood and leather piece of furniture.

Actually Corinna wasn’t sure it was furniture. Like all the pieces in the trailer it was built with care but she could not figure out what it was for. It had a kneeler like in church but the leather cushion seemed to be split in the middle. There was another leather cushion to lean against, the kind of thing you’d see on gym equipment. There was a series of levers and straps. But the whole thing looked so elegant. The leather was buffed and looked as soft as butter; the wood was polished and smooth. Hank seemed quite pleased with it as he stood up and admired it.

“Hank?” Corinna called out softly. She stood by the door with a finger coyly in her mouth and her head turned to the floor, but with her eyes raised to look at him. Her white skin still had little drops from the shower and she glowed from the warmth of her bath. Her other hand bashfully covered her pussy. She stood there waiting, unsure of what to do.

Hank knew exactly what to do. He took her in with his eyes and nodded his approval. He stepped over to her briskly and took her hand. Corinna closed her eyes and put her head back for a kiss. Hank’s shirt was open and her damp breasts pressed into his chest. But he broke away and pulled her towards the strange devise he’d been working on.

“It’s time to take a ride Corinna.” Without waiting for a response he pushed her down onto the kneeler and adjusted the cushion so it fit against her belly. “Hank?” Corinna said again, almost a whine. He was moving quickly and deliberately, anxious to get her in place. He took her slender arms and draped them in front of her; Corinna yelped as leather straps were attached to her wrists and her arms were tugged forward, then he strapped her thighs in place. Corinna watched him with her wide saucer eyes bulging in alarm. “Hank,” she whimpered again.

Hand stood in front of her and put a hand under her chin. “You’re not going to cry or make a scene.” This was not a question; Corinna’s body stiffened at his command. He pulled on a lever and Corinna was pulled forward across the cushion; another lever pulled her thighs apart. He stepped between her legs and Corinna heard the jangling of his belt buckle and the unzipping of his pants. Suddenly two fingers were inside her but just long enough to get her wet. His cock pressed in and Corinna grunted with pleasure as he pierced her. She had loved having him inside her before but in this new position the sensation was different. He seemed to go deeper into her. Corinna couldn’t move much but she rocked slightly to tickle his cock as it slowly pushed in and out of her tight sheath.

His fingers were squeezing and kneading her ass and he leaned forward breathing into her ear, keeping up his slow and careful pumping action. “Good girl,” he growled, pumping in and out deep inside of her. “You are my good little girl, one fine piece of ass, good girl..” He thrust in hard for a moment and Corinna yelped. The straps on her thighs and wrists hurt a little but this pain seemed to magnify the sweet feeling of his shaft growing in her. His hands were all over her bottom, caressing and squeezing, and Corinna felt strangely excited by the attentions.

“Yeah, you are a good lay. I’ve got to take good care of you girl.” Suddenly he stopped pumping and stood up. Corinna felt him shifting around behind her for a moment then he leaned down again and continued going in and out of her. But she felt something hard against her ass too. “We’re going to take a little ride now, a nice little ride.” Corinna screamed finally as something thick and hard rammed into her ass. If she could have turned around she would have seen him using a large wooden dildo he had carved. He was twisting it around inside her, loosening her up. At the same time he began to thrust into her pussy with great force. All at once he pulled the dildo out and pulled his shaft out of her flaming slit. But she had no chance to respond because he immediately pulled a lever with yanked her body further apart and he drove his rod deep into her ass.

Corinna bucked and twisted and writhed as she squealed in agony; each motion of her struggle increased the pleasure he felt as her ass cinched tighter and tighter around his cock. He let her fight for awhile; it was a wild ride, like he had mounted an unbroken mare, then he reached under and began to stroke her pussy, slowly working into her clit. She groaned in glorious agony. As he stroked he began to pump in and out of that nubile body.

When he had first plunged into her, Corinna’s body shrieked with agony but the hot shaft soon sent waves of pleasure up and down her spine and all along her limbs. Corinna’s struggling increased the waves. Once he had found her clit and was pumping into her ass Corinna’s body was beginning to follow along and move along with him, even as her mind resisted. But soon her body won and she was rocking along with his pumping, her only sound a deep kind of humming as her lips stayed tightly clenched together.

When she started to shake in climax he let himself loose inside her. The hot flood melted her muscles and consumed the orgasm until she collapsed limp over the leather cushion.
He pumped in a few more times and shot the last of his load into the exhausted girl. When he was finished he unstrapped her and laid her on the bed.

Corinna fell asleep to the sound of his shower. Corinna had no idea how long she had slept but when she awoke it was because her tender body was being folded together. He had her on her side and he hooked one arm under her knees and pushed them towards her chest. His other arm was around her shoulder and he was pushing her body onto his shaft. As he drilled into her he licked her ear and she turned her face and fed him her tongue. Her tongue kept rolling around inside his mouth the whole time he was impaling her. He shot into her and she gave out a muffled squeal of delight; he shot into her again and once again she squealed.

Her tiny hand reached down and took hold of the shaft and staring into his eyes she took the tip of that shaft and pressed it into her own ass. Her mouth opened wide and she extended her tongue to him. They kissed franticly as she gave her whole body to him. He thrust in deeply and her muffled sob made him pause. “No, don’t stop,” she sighed. He plunged in again and she yelped with joy. He kept drilling as if he’d never be satisfied. Each stroke into her made him come again because she was so delicious. As he had told Beth he fucked this little girl all weekend. He took her ass, fucked her tits, rammed her pussy; he had her rough and he had her gentle. He tied her down sometimes and sometimes she rode on top of him with her breasts bouncing wildly. Over and over he filled her with his seed, coming in long floods sometimes and hot little bursts other times. He fucked her around the clock and around the world.

She even called in sick for school on Monday because he just couldn’t stop. While she was on the phone he was taking her from behind.

When she finally got home on Monday afternoon she had worked up a variety of different stories to cover for where she had been but the first thing her mother said when she walked in was, “Corinna, you got a call from P E I? Do you know what that’s about?” Corinna smiled happily.

[keats]

When Pl@yb0y asked Corinna Harney where she would like to do a shoot, without a moment’s hesitation the pretty girl gushed out, “The Neon Bone Yard! Oh, and outside in the desert too.”

“Corinna,” the production director said patiently, “That’s two places.”

She girlishly hooked her index finger over her bottom lip and her eyes sparkled as she said breathlessly, “Well, we could do both, couldn’t we?”

“Well…”

“Oh please, oh please,” she clapped her hands like a teen at a sweet sixteen party. Her Pre-Raphaelite curls bounced up and down as she nodded her head with enthusiasm.

“We’ll see…”

Sweet Corinna skipped away, excited to tell her fellow Pl@ym@tes that they would be going to Las Vegas. Those Pre-Raphaelite tresses bounced behind her, a swirl of golden ringlets shimmering in the light like a halo around the innocent girl. Her face was round and soft and her body plump and ripened, her skin flawless alabaster. Corinna was a most juicy girl, so arousing you could imagine drinking a delicious refreshing glass of her beauty every morning for breakfast. This fresh beguiling beauty was what Pl@yb0y was hoping to capture on video.

A few phone calls from the production manager secured the Neon Bone Yard and a few days later a bevy of Pl@ym@tes were clamoring into a chartered bus and heading to Vegas. Young Electric Sign Company's Neon Sign Graveyard, known to the locals as the Neon Bone Yard, was a exactly what the name implied; on a fenced lot not open to the public lay a vast collection of retired signs from the strip. A special magic happened when the lights were fed electricity and the colors and shapes of classic Vegas hummed into sparkling glowing life, so bright the pastel radiance would be seen from miles around. Everybody in Vegas dreamed of visiting and playing there which is why security was so tight. And a half dozen Pl@ym@tes cavorting half naked among the old displays guaranteed a lot more attention so they doubled the security, hiring a local bike gang to keep out the tourists.

The shoot started at mid-night and would go into the early morning before the heat of the desert kicked in. At first Corinna and the other Pl@ym@tes barely noticed all the motorbikes around the gate of the chain link fence. As the models and crew settled in, the lights were already coming on and with a pungent and arid whiff of ozone, a quick snap of sparks, and a hum like a thousand drunken bees, three huge letters, each against a wooden saw horse yelled a loud S-I-N. The girls squealed like a crowd at a Disney Parade. Then to the right a long tall gold, white and red sign exploded: SASSY. Above their heads bounded a giant cowboy and his prancing horse; a rapid series of flashing lights animated his arm into a wave of his hat. The old Golden Nugget Gambling Hall Entrance sign burst open in a riotous hullabaloo of rainbow hues. Then the Wedding Chapel, then the Jackpot Motel, then a high heeled shoe the size of a small truck. On and on a galaxy of neon leapt to life, illuminating the Pl@ym@tes in a kaleidoscope of vivid candy colors.

All the girls looked stunning but none could surpass the lovingly luscious beauty of sweet Corinna. Her soft Kewpie Doll face glowed with a vitality that rivaled the neon. Her golden tresses glimmered with the thousands of variegated colors shinning around her.

She glowed deliciously and her wavy wild locks were her glory. Thick and abundant, her hair conveyed a vivid sexual allure. She was a sexy siren from Biblical days and before. But also a Victorian beauty and a Romantic and erotic image in Pre-Raphaelite art. She was the girl of Rossetti paintings, a woman at her toilet, combing or unbinding her hair, with a faraway look in her eyes. Even a glance of Corinna was filled with frankly erotic overtones and an intensely desperate yearning for her beauty.

Her Pre-Raphaelite hair was her glory yes, but her Pre-Raphaelite face and body, sublime and succulent, curvaceous and unblemished radiated moist warmth and her pliant flesh made everyone on the crew lick his lips as she pranced before the lights.

“Ladies, you need wardrobe and we need to set the lights.” The production manager’s voice cut off the girls’ reverie. Once inside the wardrobe tent and undressing, the girls became unpleasantly aware of the bikers who were dubiously serving as guards; the Pl@ym@tes did not feel very safe as they realized that their shadows, silhouetted on the thin walls of the tent, were providing a provocative show for the bikers gathering outside. The gang’s lewd murmurings thrilled and disgusted the girls as they stood silent and listened. The incredulous Pl@ym@tes eyed each other, some sharing wide grins of anticipation and others shuddering in apprehension. Lovely Corinna’s blue eyes were bright sparkling sapphires of fear and her rosy mouth a wide O of shock.

“Get the fuck outta here!” The voice was sharp and gravelly at once, like an earthquake. The bikers immediately fell voiceless, except for one, “Aw, Reggie man, we was just picking out our girls…”

Inside the tent the girls could hear Reggie’s heavy boots stomp towards the entrance flap. As he moved he apparently shoved the biker who had just spoken up. The man fell with a grunt. “Schultz,” Reggie spat out, “You get your guys and spread out over the grounds. We don’t want any fucking tourists climbin’ the fence.” The sounds of the gang shuffling away relieved the girls but they could sense Reggie’s hulking mass right on the other side of the flap.

With a shrug one girl began to finish dressing for the shoot, then another, then another. Corinna too slowly peeled off her dress and wriggled into the tight black negligee featured in her scene. Before she was fully dressed all the girls shrieked in response to a bald head suddenly poking from behind the flap. “Let’s get moving,” the huge man growled. He paused for a moment, his eyes measuring the curves of Corinna’s tender young body. His coarse grin showed he liked what he saw and the nod he gave her before disappearing again made the innocent Pl@ym@te shiver.

A few minutes later the crew was all business. The other Pl@ym@tes disappeared to other parts of the neon fantasyland for different shoots. Corinna was appearing solo and she was relieved to have the distraction of work even if the work meant stripping slowly for the camera and writhing and dancing under the vibrant neon light; sometimes a lush sensual cobalt blue, sometimes a sinful crimson, always the flamboyant light glowed warmly over Corinna’s soft succulent skin.

She worked the camera with an innocent sexual allure, seeming to draw arousal from every frame of the celluloid. The lights seemed to reach out in desperate yearning to touch her supple flesh. She played the sex goddess without effort but through it all was an edgy energy; she could sense Reggie out there somewhere waiting.

After hours of shooting the sweet girl yielded to camera lust completely. Deliciously naked on a the back of a couch she gleefully played cowgirl, riding wildly into the hot blue light; she didn’t realize that her gyrating captured on film was completely sexual and arousing.

Finally the director yelled cut and Corinna flopped with a giggle onto the cushions of the couch. The PD came over to the girl, extending a robe for her to wrap in. “That was terrific, Corinna, really great.” He paused, as if considering what to say next. “Listen, the other models have agreed to, um, do some shots with the gang.” He looked down and nudged some sand with his shoe. “So since we have the cameras set up already we wondered if you…”

“I don’t want to do that,” she whispered earnestly, her tiny body buried in the wide folds of the extra large robe. She pouted and sucked her finger, shaking her head from side to side like a petulant schoolgirl.

The PD nodded solemnly and turned away. He paused and turned back to the girl. “You remember though, in a couple of hours we’re shooting out in desert with that model from the agency?”

Corinna nodded reluctantly; she had put the Mustang shoot out of her mind.

Beyond the lights rose a busy buzz as the Pl@ym@tes gathered around to regroup for some playtime with the bikers. Lifting her hands to block the glare, the golden tressed girl scanned the scene. She gaped in shock to see Tiffany wrapping her arms around a particularly rough looking biker and allowing herself to be lifted into his arms and carried off. Corinna became more and more nervous as even more of the other models disappeared to various corners of the bone yard, either leading a biker along like a seductive siren or being carried off like a damsel in distress. The neon glow now seemed thick and sensual and sinful and the young girl shuddered as the deep red lights blinked over her. She saw Tiffany’s legs stretching out from under the giant shoe and she recognized the other Pl@ym@te’s squeal of excitement.

She turned to the PD with an anxious and questioning look. Reggie was standing near by, still grinning as if he ruled the world. He flicked the ash off his cigar with an arrogant wave of his hand, saluting the tender girl at the same time. Corinna could feel his snares tightening around her and she shuddered again. At that same moment, off in the horizon the morning sun burst forth giving the helpless girl a glimmer of hope.

She nodded towards the rising sun. “Aren’t we finished with the shoot now?” she asked meekly.

Reggie nodded as if giving the PD permission to decide. “That’s right. We’re going to move on to the desert shoot in a few hours. Listen, Corinna, have you ever driven a stick? The Mustang we’re using for your scene, are you sure you can drive it?”

Corinna’s heart leapt with relief. This was escape; she loved the red convertible they had selected for this part of her video. She nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll need to practice,” she breathed, trying to hide her excitement.

The PD once again seemed to look to Reggie for instructions; the gang leader just blew some smoke from his cigar, the co-mingling neon and early morning light making him look more Satanic and menacing.

“Tell you what,” the PD explained moving toward the Pl@ym@te. “We have the car here on the set and we’ve got a permit to shoot out on the private road heading west from here. Why don’t you get changed then take the car for a spin while we break down here. We’ll want to wrap fast before the desert gets too hot.”

Corinna almost danced to the dressing room tent; she could feel Reggie’s grip on her loosening, yet a cloud of trepidation still remained. She changed quickly and emerged from the tent wearing a sheer black dress, perfect for the rising heat of the desert and perfect for displaying the soft curves of her voluptuous, cuddly body; it was the dress for the next part of the video shoot.

The sun was already bright and she blinked as she stepped out of the tent and her elation was almost immediately deflated when she found Reggie standing across from the entranceway. He was grinning silently and dangling from one finger were the keys to the Mustang. The tiny girl gulped and hesitantly walked toward him. She held out her hand for the keys, trying to look brave and determined.

She gasped for breath as he pulled her forward and lifted her up effortlessly, mashing her lush breasts over his chest as he impaled her mouth with his tongue. She sputtered and writhed for a moment then submitted slowly to the overpowering masculine aura surrounding her, wriggling against him and mewing into his mouth as his hands fondled her ass and her breasts. Just as abruptly he lowered her to the ground and dropped the keys into her tiny hands.

“Be seeing you, babe,” he gloated, then strutted away with a sinister chuckle.

The Mustang was parked right in front of the tent; snuggling into buttery leather of the white seat and turning the key, Corinna sighed with relief as the engine purred to life. In moments she was rolling out of the Neon Bone Yard and heading west with the sun blazing behind her, warming the moist skin on the back of her neck.

The desert road was long and straight, with a few dips and rises to add to the thrill of the ride. The craggy rocks on either side of the empty road glowed a warm red in the sunlight and the distant mountains hovered with menace-- dark and mysterious towers in some fairyland far away. The roar of the engine and the rush of the wind, both soothing and stimulating, erased all memories of the threatening gang she was leaving behind her. The breeze blowing through her long and wavy golden mane of hair blew away all traces of Reggie’s foreboding grin.

She raced down the road and the car responded perfectly; the blacktop turned into dirt and clay but the road was still straight and flat and welcoming to the racing wheels as the Mustang roared along. A cloud of dust followed her now, marking the luscious girl’s progress down the empty desert road.

The car suddenly dipped down and then rose just as suddenly. The engine snarled fiercely and the wheels shrieked with alarm. Gravity gripped the rushing auto like it was a child’s toy. Corinna gripped the wheel; she was riding a bucking stallion now and the Mustang roared into the air for a moment, flying into space where the road abruptly ended. The wheels smacked the soft desert sand and the car spun a full 360 degrees, raising a violent funnel of dust and dirt before the vehicle stopped, the rear wheels buried in a sand trap.

The tiny girl, her heart pumping and adrenalin rushing, giggled nervously, realizing she wasn’t hurt at all. She turned off the engine and desert silence fell over the car like a portentous cloud. The sand and dust spiraled around her, illuminated by the sun behind in the east.

She caught her breath as the dust settled and she glanced at herself in the mirror; she smiled at her own reflection, still exhilarated by her wild ride, then she noticed another cloud rising in the road in the distance behind her. She sighed with relief, realizing that another vehicle had followed her.

The red Mustang convertible sat in the middle of the silent empty desert as though Corinna was alone in the universe save for the cloud of dust slowly approaching from the horizon behind her. The glare of the sun prevented her from making out the shape of the vehicle but she felt confident that she would soon be riding back to her trailer for a nap before the video shoot. She sat quietly, letting the warm sun caress her skin; her body tingled as little jewels of sweet salty sweat dripped down her smooth pure soft face.

The cloud came closer and the clay road in front of it shimmered in the heat of the sun. Slowly the sound of the engine floated across the desert to Corinna’s delicate ears and she watched anxiously as the vehicle approached. Suddenly a wheel emerged from the cloud and she saw the motorcycle racing towards her.

Still it took a moment to realize who was riding down the road; the sun behind him kept him in silhouette and the dust raised by the wheels cast a long shadow in front of the bike pointing darkly toward Corinna’s trapped Mustang. Then as the motorcycle lifted in a rise on the road she caught sight of his bald head. She froze in place, holding the wheel of the car and staring straight ahead; on her brow beads of sweat glistened in the hot desert sun and the sweat dampened the sheer black fabric of her dress as rivulets dripped down off her shoulders. Silent, helpless, she awaited Reggie’s approach.

The roar of the bike came closer and closer; Corinna, passively fixed her gaze on the wavering lines where the distant horizon mingled with the vast desert sky. Without warning the engine stopped and the tender girl was overwhelmed by the epic silence surrounding her. Her tiny body sat up erect and tense and she refused to let her gaze go to the mirror.

A sharp metallic snap jolted her; without looking back she pictured him shoving down the kickstand. Next came a grinding crush of gravel and stone. Then the soft crush of sand under heavy boots growing louder and louder. Soon she could see the man’s long shadow growing on the ground ahead to the car. Still staring into the blank and bleak horizon she sensed his power as he paused at the door of the car.

“Told you I’d be seeing you again, babe.”

Corinna shuddered and reluctantly looked up into his mocking face. She tried her best to look defiant but her angel face was soft and radiant and alluring in the glowing desert light. The sweat moistened her skin, especially the delicate flesh across her shoulders and deep into the lush valleys between her breasts. He licked his lips as he looked down at the helpless girl glistening like a gem.

He put a hand on the door latch and waited. “You sure look sweet, babe.” Corinna’s eyes tried to show distain but her ends of her lips rose in a slight smile of pride. “Tell you what,” he continued, “I figured on taking you back to the motel, but you know, I’m gonna ball you right here.”

Corinna bit her lower lip but showed no other reaction. She waited silently, returning her gaze to the horizon. The harsh biting sound of the opening car door startled her for a moment. She turned and his arm was extended, as if to gallantly help her out of her seat.

She took his arm and rose slowly, gracefully, elegantly. Her tiny body sheathed in the damp sheer dress glowed with sensual promise. She planted her boots into the shifty sand and stood, vulnerable and fragile, before him. He licked his lips again and, his large hands on her shoulders, he pushed her backwards toward the rear end of the car.

Corinna felt the warmth of the car’s body on her plump rear as he leaned into her. His hand reached down to the buckle of the turquoise incrusted belt cinched tightly around her narrow waist. Her delicate hands gripped his. “Let me,” she breathed softly. Looking directly into his eyes she let her fingers nimbly undo the belt and she surrendered it to him. With a chuckle he tossed it into the back seat.

The beautiful Pl@ym@te was hiding her trepidation by allowing her passion to explode; his masculine power was irresistible to the girl. As soon as the belt disappeared from her waist she felt a release and her hands went to work clawing at his shirt and ripping it to shreds.

His hands roved her sumptuous body exploring her soft moist flesh. Her nipples pressed through the thin bra and dress, rock hard now they jabbed into his chest as she held him in desperation. She moaned as he pulled up the hem of the dress and the warm sun kissed her bare thighs just before his thick fingers invaded her juicy flesh.

Then the kiss: deep and hard and ferocious. She gave her mouth with an anxious curiosity, tasting and probing him, offering herself to his power. She writhed and squirmed, helplessly trapped between the car and his thrusting hips but she kissed him anxiously and willingly; her mouth, a rare sweet desert flower, cool and moist and succulent in the heat of her passion.

The kiss broke abruptly when he shoved her back over the trunk of the car, her head snapping back, her golden hair spreading out against the red metal like a halo in the sunlight. Her eyes glowed with panic and the dress and bra had slipped enough to reveal the top of her large dark areola, showing the excitement of her yielding body. His hand rushed under the hem of the dress and yanked the lacy black panties down, tearing the flimsy garment to pieces with one sharp jerk of his arm.

Something snapped in Corinna when her delicate sex was unveiled and she leapt up, resisting his power as if to escape. Her feet managed to touch the ground but he merely spun her around and in one fluid motion yanked the dress off her shoulders and down her back. Her sweat soaked throat and creaming chest and cleavage glittered in the bright sun and she submissively dropped her head back and dropped her arms to ease the way for the dress off her body. He brutally shoved her back over the trunk and her palms slapped against the warm metal and her hair flew around her angelic face. The dress was pulled over her legs and tossed away. Next came the bra but the girl was too overwhelmed to resist now.

She lay helplessly over the trunk of the car and her eyes went to the distant horizon as she heard the jangling of his belt behind her. The sun warmed the juicy globes of her ass and she felt still and silent and oddly at peace, even when his hands roughly spread her legs apart.

She held her breath and the sharp hot thrust came; his cock lunged deep into her sweetness. The poor girl grunted and writhed as the massive shaft filled her delicate sex; the heat of his lust seared into soul as he thrust, her sweaty body sliding up the smooth metal of the trunk; she gasped at the glory and wonder of his raging assault. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back down against his hips then thrust again. Over and over now her body glided over the sweat covered metal. The brutal thrusting thrilled the naked girl as she glowed with bliss. Her delicate fingers traced thin lines of sweat on the warm red surface of the hood.

Her body too tight, too sweet to bear, squeezed over the pitiless power of his raging cock and he came quickly, unleashing a torrent of fire into her depths. The heat of him sizzled against the cool of her nectar, tingling the nubile girl with pleasure. Overcome by the deliciousness of the orgasm he staggered back slightly, uncoupling from her loins.

Tender Corinna rolled over on the trunk, her skin sticky sweet with sex sweat, her hair wild and tangled, her eyes brimming with bliss. Her innocence rushed over him more powerful than the desert sun and he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her, softly and lovingly claiming her.

Her mouth was even more fragrant and fresh than before, a cool pool of sweet spring rain. Her pink tongue, light and nimble darted around his mouth like hummingbird. Her soft plush breasts, damp with sweat, jutted up, too luscious to resist and his mouth engulfed each in turn, sucking and nibbling and licking the sweet sweat off her soft skin. She affectionately stroked his bald head and purred like a contented cat.

“Do you,” she mewed meekly, “…would you…do you want me to suck you?”

He lifted his head, smacking his lips. “Aren’t you a good little girl,” he gloated.

Standing upright he spun the girl’s naked body over the sweat slick surface of the trunk and pulled her until her head dangled over the edge, her golden hair brushing over his leather boots. She looked glorious with her sweaty body glistening against the bright red metal. Her arms were spread wide over the top of the hood in a pose of absolute submission. Her soft breasts were two flawless cones topped by wide creamy areolas and bright red nipples, her belly was flat, and her pussy gleamed with sweat and nectar. She was perfection.

He stroked her delicate throat then supported the back of her head with one hand, holding his cock with the other.

“I bet you like deep throat,” he growled, his voice thick and nasty. She twisted her head in resistance but he was already pushing the head of his shaft over her lush warm lips. She kicked violently, her boots thudding against the metal of the Mustang and her sweat dampened ass slapping up and down as she struggled, thrashing and bucking helplessly. Resistance was futile; the cock snaked into her mouth like a rattler seeking the darkness of a cave. She gagged and gurgled with the cock filling her mouth then gliding deep deep down her throat. Suddenly her struggles subsided and she gave a muffled moan; he slowly fucked her mouth, easing in and out of her slender throat, his balls caressing her nose and eyes with each stroke. She lay still and silent her body spread out for the sun; he fucked her mouth slowly and deliberately.

With a snap his cock jerked and she impulsively raised her body on her heels and shoulders forcing his cock deeper and deeper down her delicate throat; he came in rippling waves gurgling in load after load down deep into her belly. He came until he felt completely empty, then stroked her cheeks appreciatively as he withdrew. She sprang up, gasping for air, her damp body sliding around on the slick red metal.

Her entire body, head to toe gloriously glowing with sweat, her feet so slippery, she was able to playfully kick her cowgirl boots into the air as if sending off fire works. For a moment she was wild with abandon, still feeling his fire churning deep inside her, her eyes blazing, then she calmed herself and settled into a demure and meek pose awaiting whatever would come next. She dangled her legs over the side of the trunk and coyly sucked her thumb as she looked at him with bright eyes.

“Jeez, you are great fuck,” he snorted. “I don’t know if I can go again.”

Her eyes grew even brighter.

Corinna herself reached down to stoke him; his cock jumped to life in her graceful hand. She lifted her shapely legs against his chest, resting ankles over his shoulders and she guided him into her wet sheath. His arms engulfed her, crushing her against her own legs as he thrust his hips up into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her sweaty ass slid over the trunk as he rammed up into her, over and over. In the heat of the sun the precious girl dripped with sweat while fucking vigorously; up and down she bounced, grunting sweetly with each thrust. Her orgasm rose as the sun melted her resistance; she came with a long melodious cry and his explosion followed, causing her to buck and thrash wildly in the sun as he struggled to hold her in his arms.

Even as she caught her breath she could see the tow truck slowly approaching in the distance. She pressed her sweet lips over his ears, “Can we go to the motel now,” she whispered shyly.

[keats]

I
Angela Dorian looked her agent straight in the eye. “No,” she said coldly.

“Vicky, baby, be reasonable…”

“It’s Angela. You’re my agent,” she said with her voice dripping icicles now, “I’m using Angela when you’re representing me-- Angela Dorian.”

“Yeah, that the beauty part, you see, um Angela. You pose under the name Angela and if it doesn’t work out, you still got your career under your real name.”

“’Victoria Vetri’ is off limits for you.” Her voice was withering and firm. “We are not discussing it.” Angela leaned back in the office chair and crossed her legs, exposing a flash of inner thigh. The chair went sqreeeee; she rocked back and forth a little, and sqree, sqree, sqree went the chair.

“OK, OK,” he said, holding up both hands in surrender, “No Vicky, no Victoria, it’s Angela Dorian all the way. But please, take a look at this offer from Pl@yb0y. They’re a classy outfit.”

“No nudity, I’m not posing nude.” She leaned forward slightly in the chair--sqreeeee-- and as she shifted her body her bag slipped from her lap. When she bent to pick it up the top of her blouse fell away from her collarbone. It was unbuttoned to her sternum. She glanced up and saw where his eyes had strayed and her face showed that she did not enjoy his peeking. Caught with his eyes deep in the cookie jar, his gaze leaped up so quickly that he barely had time to register a white lace bra, a breast-- evenly tanned to a golden brown, large and plush and straining against the bra-- and a cappuccino aureole peeking out from under the lace like the muted disc of the sun in the LA smog.

She was still speaking but he had forgotten to listen. He was thinking about that breast. He had been hooked from the day she walked into an open audition, silently leaving a resume and head shot on the production assistant’s desk and sweeping out to the hall to wait to be called. Every eye in the room--straight, gay, and lesbian alike-- followed her out the door. The director and producer quickly agreed that she would get the part and he just as quickly signed her to his agency.

As he conjured up memories of the various sexy outfits she had worn in the many times she’d been to his office, Angela aka Victoria continued to babble about her career and he wished that she wouldn’t talk. He remembered a pink blouse so tight that her nipples poked out and wondered when she would wear it again. He stared at her now, watching her mouth move and not hearing anything until the metal screech of the chair got to him. She rocked in the chair- sqree- sqree- sqree- “…and I’m a serious actress now. I won’t do nudity,” she said again firmly. “It would not be good for my career.”

He leaned back in his own chair and controlled the urge to roll his eyes. Career, Jesus, all these starlets were the same. So far, Angela’s ‘career’ was a bunch of bit parts on TV. Because of her exotic looks she played either a Mexican spitfire, an Italian spitfire, or when she was stretching herself, an Indian spitfire. Everybody in Hollywood remembered how she had turned down the chance to play the nymphet in ‘Lolita’ and that picture could have made her a star. Now she sat across from him fuming that she was ‘an actress’ with a capital A and he couldn’t even get her into a B picture. He shuffled papers on his desk and decided on a different tack.
“OK, you think it’s gonna be poison for your career to pose, but let me show you something. Stella Steven, right. She’s done an arty flick with that guy, whatshisname, Cassanova….”

“Cassavetes.” Her voice was still an iceberg but she was listening anyway.

“Yeah, him. Stella gets great reviews. Does an Elvis picture. AND right now, as we speak, at this very moment she is on the MGM lot shooting with Dean Martin and Cyd whatshername.”

“That movie is filming at Desilu Studios.” Growing up in LA Angela knew the industry inside out.

“Yeah, but it’s for MGM, right? Class all the way.”

“Columbia is producing ‘The Silencers’ and that’s beside the point; I’m not shooting with Dean Martin or Cyd Charisse or even Stella Stevens; you haven’t gotten me any film work of that caliber.” Her voice oozed condescension and distain. The squeaking chair suddenly was silent as if to punctuation the girl’s displeasure. She glared daggers and seemed to be expecting a contract for a film with Dean Martin to precipitously appear on the desk. “So where is this conversation going?” The squeaking started again: sqree- sqree- sqree…

“That’s right, you’re not shooting with Dino and Cyd,” he said nodding affably. “And Stella is. And guess what, she was Miss January 1960. Stripping down for Pl@yb0y only helped that girl shoot right to the top.”

Angela shrugged her shoulders but the agent could see a gleam of interest in her eyes.

He liked where this was going now and he pressed on. “Think about this. Barbara Parkins, on ‘Peyton Place’ right? She does a nude spread and now she’s signed for ‘Valley of the Dolls’ see. That’s gonna be big. Sharon Tate too; shows some nipple, gets a big contract.” Angela was nodding now in silent agreement. The chair’s squeaking had intensified into sharp staccato rhythms as the luscious girl focused on the possibilities of stardom. He rambled on about all the breaks Stella Stevens was getting and how posing for Pl@yb0y had helped her career. Angela listened eagerly, rocking in the chair which squeaked almost orgasmicly now as Angela pictured her luscious body spread out in the pages of the magazine.

The curvaceous girl leaned forward, almost as if she was looking for a contract to sign, and he decided to reel in his fish. He pushed an envelope across the desk. She glanced down without touching it. “What’s this?” Her eye brows arched skeptically.

“Only a first class airline ticket --open ended I might add-- to Chicago.”

Angela’s perfectly manicured nail tapped the envelope gently; she was still reluctant to pick it up. “What’s in Chicago?” The chair squealed out: sqree- sqree- sqree…

“What’s in Chicago?” he repeated. As if she didn’t know; he smiled to himself, feeling like a fisherman with a prize catch. He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in victory. “Only Hugh Hefner, the publisher and editor of Pl@yb0y Magazine.”

“And?”

“And he called me himself, a very busy man, what with the top magazine in the country, a big TV show himself, movie deals…” He knew he was stretching things slightly but the line was tight and the hook in deep so he could confidently play her until she finally caught. “Busy man, big in the industry, knows everybody who counts. And he calls me about a little girl named Angela Dorian.”

“Me?” she gulped, her hand spreading flat over the envelope. She leaned into him, giving him a nice view of her deeply tanned breasts pressing against her lily white bra.

“Who else? He saw you in that thing,” he was talking fast and searching papers on his desk, looking for her resume, “Yeah, that thing, you know, here it is.” He held up the paper proudly. “That spy show ‘The Man from U.N.C.L.E.’ and he thought you had possibilities.”

Angela’s eyes were becoming dreamy. “I do think I added an extra dimension to that character…” Her thoughts drifted as she began to picture herself accepting an Oscar.

The agent smiled and considered the extra dimension she had added. The tight costume stretching over her large round breasts made the TV screen look three dimensional. “He thinks you have real potential.”

“You know I was voted Look magazine’s most promising and…scintillating… young television actress…” The emphasis she put on the word ‘scintillating’ made each syllable sound like the promise of an incredible romp in bed. “I was getting a lot of attention.”

Yeah, in 1961, he smirked, and recollected that the word on the street was she also gave the best blowjob to the editors of the Look too. “He thinks you have real potential,” he repeated; he noticed her hands closing over the ticket and his smiled at her reassuringly. “He said it twice, called me himself, the very next day. Real potential he said.”

“Did he really?” She was all business now as she slipped the ticket into her bag; she had places to go. “You know, Ernie,” she said calmly, “Posing for Pl@yb0y could be very good for my career.” Scree croaked the chair one last time as she rose from the seat and her voluptuously tight body reconfigured itself into another dazzling display of curves and flesh. “Yes,” she said thoughtfully now, “very, very good.”

Ernie nodded; he was a great fisherman.

II
The publisher looked at the eager starlet sitting across from him. Her body was stunning in a tight white dress, her 36-21-35 figure screamed for attention. She crossed her legs knowing that her short skirt would hike up just enough to give him a glimpse of her soft white panties. “Posing for Pl@yb0y would be very good for your career.”

“Really?” she asked sweetly, batting her long lashes over her large innocent brown eyes. She leaned forward to display the deep scoop of her tight dress. “I would have to be certain that it would be in good taste,” she said earnestly. She watched his eyes dip deep into the cookie jar and she smiled shyly at him. “I have to be sure,” she said breathlessly.

“Angela, my dear, let me show you something.” He spoke in a soothing voice and he rose from his chair, gesturing with his hand for her to step behind the desk.

Angela’s body was a pulsating kaleidoscope of sensual curves as she delicately lifted herself from her seat. Her breasts jiggled with promise as she sashayed around to his side of the desk. She smiled slyly as his palm rested on the bare spot between her shoulders; he guided her to the wall where dozens of framed centerfolds stared out at her. She peered back at the pictures but she couldn’t focus; it was hard enough to stand still as his nimble finger expertly took control of the zipper to her dress. He gave it a tentative tug and when she didn’t resist he pulled it down to the base of her spine. The tight fabric sighed, sexily releasing itself from her quivering body. The same hand gently brushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. The white silk floated like a cloud gliding down her legs and gathering at her ankles.

“You are going to make a marvelous Pl@ym@te,” he said smoothly, taking both her hands as she daintily stepped out of the silky cloud at her feet. Her white bra and panties made her velvety bronze California tan glow with erotic intensity. Pressing both her hands between his he looked deeply into the glimmer of her flashing brown eyes. “I want you to know that you are a very special lady; I want you to trust me, put yourself in my hands,” he spoke with a sincere resonance in his voice.

Angela dropped her head once, a single soft nod; her gaze turned to the door behind them.

The publisher’s hand pressed the button on his intercom, “Hold me calls for the next hour,” he told his secretary but then Angela’s warm hand squeezed over his. “In fact, clear all my appointments for the rest of the day.” He pressed another button and the door behind them swept open and revealed a spiral staircase. Angela, taking both his hands again stepped around him and, walking backwards led him up the stairs. In just her bra and panties all her curves showed themselves to the eager man’s admiring eyes. Her head was cocked to one side coquettishly and her eyes were sparkling as she glided gracefully, moving smoothly up the stairs like an angel floating to the clouds. Her tiny fingers intertwined in his and he followed with obvious glee.

“You know I am a serious actress,” she purred. He nodded, of course. “I couldn’t pose nude just for any one. I’m not that kind of girl.” He nodded again, of course not.

The bedroom was tastefully decorated with fine expensive furniture but all Angela could see was the large round bed dominating everything. The publisher noted with approval that she licked her lips as the soft shimmer of the satin sheets glimmered in her large brown eyes.

“Very lovely,” he said calmly.

Standing straight with belly sucked in, and shoulders back, her head high and her breasts jutting forward, she looked voluptuous and enticing in her bra and panties. “I want to be taken seriously as an actress,” she said earnestly.

But he turned her around so she faced a full length mirror. Standing behind her he rested his hands on her bare shoulders. “You’re going to make a fine Pl@ym@te, Angela.”

She trembled slightly, biting her lip as if to suppress her reluctance. His hands traced the curves of her body. “I want you to trust me, Angela.” He reached for something on the dresser next to the mirror but locked his eyes on her reflection in the glass. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded shyly. The steel of the scissors felt cold against her skin; the quick sharp snip made the strap of the bra slide off her shoulder. With another snip the another strap eased away. She held her breath as the steel blade slid along her spine for a brief second, stretching the rear strap, then a sharp cut and the bra dropped off her body and her naked breasts leapt up to the glass.

She trembled again, hypnotized by her own nakedness in the mirror. He gently cut the panties on one side but the soft fabric stayed as if to protect the girl’s treasure so he cut the other side. The scissors cut away any remaining resistance, finalizing her entry into the heavenly world of Pl@yb0y. He pulled the fabric away and she turned as if to hide her nudity by pressing herself against his body. Her round ass showed itself to him in the glass and he bent her back, first kissing her deeply, impaling her mouth to leave no doubt of what he wanted. What he was taking. Her rich brown hair brushed over the floor as her back arched further and his mouth began to feast on her succulent breasts. The pretty curls of her bush brushed like an eager kitten over the bulge in his slacks.

His teeth bit down on a hot hard nipple and his lips formed a tight seal over the soft succulent flesh he sucked into his mouth. She moaned into the exquisite pain. “I want to be a Pl@ym@te,” she groaned and she squirmed in his embrace.

Time stood still as he devoured her and with her head bent back her brown eyes could watch his pleasure in the mirror. Finally sated with the scrumptious taste of her breasts and mouth and neck he lifted his head and took a satisfied breath. “Am I going to be a Pl@ym@te?” she asked sweetly, batting her long soft lashes over her brown eyes.

“Shall we take some photos?” he asked, letting her lift herself upright.

Her large dark eyes looked over his shoulder. Again the shimmering satin of the sheets glimmered in her gaze. “The bed?” she asked shyly.

“That would be lovely,” he agreed. He lifted his Polaroid camera from the dresser as he watched her stride across the room. The two orbs of her plump bottom rocked in an endless dance of mathematically impossible sexuality. She sat on the edge of enormous round bed and kicked off one shoe; it landed in a corner with a dull thud and soon the other followed; the gorgeous girl was now completely naked. She languidly stretched her curvaceous torso over the satin sheets, resting her shoulders on a pile of pillows.

Her bronze skin glowed against the radiant white of the satin. The expression on her face made it clear that she knew what was going to happen next, but the dazzling starlet acted surprised, the innocent ingénue in the seducer’s boudoir. The flash of the camera suggested the heat to follow.

The curves of the soft mattress yielded into a warm nest formed by the sheets as they cradled beautiful and angelic Angela. Her body stretched out, a feast of flesh, but she raised one knee to the air to hide the feathery curls of her sex. And her elbows were raised too, her arms forming an gentle arc over her face and letting her lush breasts offer themselves to the kiss of the camera. The pose played up not only her lovely breasts, but also her slim waist and shapely legs as well. Her face had an intriguing air of sophistication. Her eyes turned to him with a pleading glimmer and her full rosy lips parted suggestively for the camera.

But he was no longer looking through the viewfinder. He came towards her with a steady gait, undoing his shirt as he approached her trembling body. She held the pose while he stood close to her and the jingle of his belt buckle made her bite her lip. As he pushed down his pants he dropped down and his tongue licked around the base of one breast, spiraling up to the nipple then gliding to the sweet valley between the two mounds; he sucked the other breast as he climbed onto the bed. He kissed her mouth and his hands wandered over her naked quivering flesh. She closed her eyes and gasped when a finger slid into her depths and her arms reached out to hold him.

His finger vibrated inside her, a magic wand casting an erotic spell over her entire body. She froze in place letting the wondrous sensations of his touch unlock her secrets. Her tanned body blushed a deep scarlet and sex, sex, sex filled her every pore; she strained to remain still and then with the slightest flick of his wrist she exploded into a bucking thrashing tsunami of ecstasy, pinned to the sheets only by his probing finger. The magic of his skill consumed her.

As if to tease her he raised himself above the writhing girl. He watched as her eager eyes told him that she was going to do whatever he said. Her big breasts lay proudly on her chest as she did as she was told by his demanding gaze. His cock throbbed with life at the thought of plunging into this delicious girl. She could see her own eyes flash in the depths of his gaze; her own pupils narrowed sensuously-- fixed on glow in his eyes.

“Very nice; you’re going to be an outstanding Pl@ym@te,” he spoke softly, his hands caressing her skin. She nodded her submission.

He took hold of her shapely legs and pushed them against his shoulders as he lowered himself down. Her warm skin slid over his chest.

“You’re going to be so good,” he said appreciatively, meaning she was going to be both a good model and a good lover.

“Yes,” she hissed.

The publisher lay atop of Angela, his massive body completely covering the petite bronzed woman beneath him. Her calves rested on his shoulders with her knees crushed against her own breasts. His belly pushed over the back of her thighs and his legs and arms kept her pinned down under him.

As her feet were pushed over her head, Angela’s gorgeous sex unfolded in submission to his power. Her graceful hands guided the tip of his shaft over her glistening outer lips. The head of his shaft glowed like a hot poker as it stabbed towards her depths. She let go of his shaft and held his arms; his weight thrust forward and he pierced her, causing a fragile gasp from the young girl’s lips.

The tiny girl writhed and twisted, pinned under his arms, her legs straight in the air around his neck and his hips hammering into her thighs. She let out pants and groans as he pistoned his big stiff tool in and out of Angela's defenseless pussy. His finger had been a magic wand; his cock was a wizard’s staff making her fly with bliss.

Her sheath quivered and gushed warm surrender over his attacking weapon. The deepest muscles inside her rippled and squeezed his cock like thousands of delicate, loving fingers. Her plump juicy body writhed in sweet agony as he rammed into her over and over again. Her soft round face glowed with a gentle bliss as she gave herself completely. She had closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them they fixed on the mirror and she watched almost hypnotized as he ground into her voluptuous body over and over again. She felt his shaft growing hotter and thicker as it drilled in deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust.

He drilled into her expertly and eagerly for what seemed to be hours; the spring of the mattress began to groan softly—sqree, sqree, sqree in rhythm and Angela's body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Abruptly he pulled out and dropped her legs to the sheets; his mouth opened wide and he clamped down on a magnificent nipple even as he stabbed into her again.

Her well formed thighs were splayed beneath him and her ankles crossed over the backs of his calves as he rode her now. He held both ass cheeks in his hands as he pulled his fire hot shaft nearly entirely out of her pussy before he slammed it in with an audible slapping sound against her. Angela's arms were around the publisher's torso and could not reach all the way around his back. Instead, her hands held on to his back as her body absorbed the heavy shocks of each of his thrusts. Angela watched in the mirror at the sight of the eager man's pounding into her tanned young body. Her massive breasts shook like jelly with each thrust and she grunted as he jammed into her.

Any hesitation she had was long gone, Angela's trembling thighs offered no resistance to the wanton assault by the publisher's cock. In fact, the fucking had gone on so long that Angela's sheath was bathed in moisture and squeezed the publisher's thrusting sword as tightly as if it belonged to her alone.
Each time the publisher pumped his tool into Angela, she moaned audibly.
"Yessss."
"Yessss."
"Yessss."
At last the man's body stiffened and he cried out as he began to empty his seed into the young woman below him. She closed her eyes with a satisfied smile; nothing pleased her more than the gush of fiery seed filling her depths. Angela's body finally gave in to bliss as well, and her orgasm-induced cries also filled the air.

The man then lay on top of her for several seconds before he rolled his body off of hers. Angela was completely devoured and overwhelmed. She realized that posing for Pl@yb0y was going to be very good for her sex life.

III
The publisher was true to his word and he did what he could to promote Angela’s career. She became a regular commuter between Hollywood and Chicago, spending all her time either on the set of some TV show or in the publisher’s bed. Her centerfold quickly became a classic and nobody at the Mansion had any doubt but that she would be Pl@ym@te of the Year.

And of course she was. The publisher was quite pleased to be able to promote her this way, convinced that posing for Pl@ym@te of the Year would be good for her career. And he enjoyed gathering the prizes for her; each year companies that advertised in Pl@yb0y would contribute their best products in hopes of some publicity. So she would be collecting a gold watch, skis and a ski outfit, a ton of clothing, a movie camera, a typewriter, a tape recorder, a stereo, and a guitar. She’d be getting a check for $20,000, a lot of money in 1967; finally, as was now a Pl@ym@te of the Year tradition, she would be getting a new car, an all pink AMC AMX.

The Pl@ym@te Car was always special; and this year was no exception. American Motors had just introduced this sporty two-seater as competition for the Chevy Corvette and they had high hopes that the new Pl@ym@te Car would help create a buzz for the their new line, so they were anxious to participate in the bounty offered to the beautiful and sexy Pl@ym@te of the Year. They were certain that a picture of the car in Pl@yb0y would be very good for their sales.

The publisher, ever the showman and shrewd businessman, knew that the sporty car would look good in the pages of his magazine and appeal to his readers. He cultivated the executives at American Motors and constantly reminding them that having their car in Pl@yb0y would be great publicity. But of course there was a problem. The Pl@ym@te car had to be pink and AMC had no pink car.

“It has to be pink,” the publisher fumed into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re working on it,” the executive tried to explain. “Look, these cars are flying off the lot, you know? The assembly line is going night and day and weekends. We’re doing your car and it is going to be pink, but these things take time.”

“I’m making the announcement to the girls today,” the publisher insisted. “I want the girl to look out the window and see her car. We have to shoot now for the issue to be on time. You want your car in the issue.”

“Tell you what,” the other man said trying to keep calm. “There’s a dealer out by you. He’s got some stock on hand so maybe you can find a car there you can use for the photo. Then when the real car rolls off the line everybody’s happy.”

The publisher rarely left the Mansion for mere business; he was an emperor now and people came to him. But this was urgent. He stood on the lot and listened once again to the barrel shaped dealer explain the dilemma once again. “Sure, I want to help but what am I going to do with a pink car once you get your shot?”

“It will be a collector’s item,” the publisher insisted.

“Not a chance. Why not a white one? Here take a look.”

They walked into a shop where some new cars were waiting. The legs of a mechanic stuck out from under the white AMX where he was working diligently. Sqree, sqree, sqree—the noise made the publisher wince.

“Hey Lorenzo,” the dealer called out. “We got a problem.”

While waiting for the mechanic to crawl out from under the car, the publisher glanced around the workshop. It had been a long time since he had been anyplace so…plebian. His eyes fixed almost immediately on Lorenzo’s workbench. Hanging above the messy greasy counter was Angela Dorian’s centerfold. Seeing it hanging there the publisher realized for the first time that the pose in the hammock was exactly the same as the pose she held on his round bed the first time he had pleasured her.

Lorenzo came up behind him. “Good looking broad, huh?” he said in a thick mix of Chicago street and Italian immigrant. Then he recognized the publisher. “Jeezus, you’re Hugh Hefner.”

The publisher ignored the obvious and got right to the point. “Can you help me?”

Lorenzo gestured towards Angela’s nude body supine over his workbench. “She’s gonna be top Pl@ym@te?”

“That’s right.”

“Don’t you worry. You can have a pink AMX,” the mechanic calculated in his head, “the day after tomorrow. I’m gonna deliver it myself.”

“I don’t want to get stuck with a pink car,” the dealer whined helplessly.

“Boss,” Lorenzo said, spitting on the oily floor and barely missing the publisher’s expensive shoes. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll tell you what,” he grinned widely, turning his eyes to the beautifully seductive sight of Angela’s centerfold, “putting your car in Pl@yb0y is gonna be good for your business.” He spit again, this time hitting the toe of the publisher’s shoe. The mechanic’s grinned at the Angela Dorian centerfold and winked.

IV
Spring in Chicago could often be nippy and cool even as the trees burst with green and flowers leapt up from the frozen ground to greet the sun. Spring at the Pl@yb0y Mansion was always humming with excitement and intrigue as the Pl@ym@tes waited expectantly for the announcement of Pl@ym@te of the Year. As soon as the winner was named the entire staff would be dedicated to celebrating and more important, producing the layout for the upcoming issue of the magazine.

The girls of 1967 made the spring of 1968 particularly busy; the publisher happily plied the flesh of each of the girls over and over, savoring the delights of raven haired Kim Farber as much as silvery blonde Joey Gibson; he enjoyed the farm fresh succulence of DeDe Lind then the exotic expertise of Gwen Wong and followed up with the Scandinavian eagerness of Surrey Marshe. He loved pleasuring both the bodaciously endowed Fran Gerard and the slim and sexy Anne Randall. One night would be dedicated to petite Lynn Winchell and the next to Amazonian Reagan Wilson. Selecting the Pl@ym@te of the Year from the beauties of 1967 would have been a daunting task except when he had first planted himself into the delicious depths of Angela Dorian he had known immediately that she was the one. He was almost relieved that she was shuttling between Chicago and LA because this gave him time to enjoy the other eleven months of beauties.

He was energized this spring and the efforts to prepare for the PMOY announcement were now a pleasure, now that the problem of the car was solved. He sat at his desk making a few last calls before going up to break the news to the unsuspecting Pl@ym@te.

Miss September slept lightly in the publisher’s round bed. The window was open wide and sun filled the room but the curtains danced in the cool breeze of the spring air. The sunlight glowed over her bronzed skin and the subtle breeze caressed Angela’s nipples so they poked through the sheet pulled over her chest. All of her soft sensuous curves could be seen under the white sheet and the top of her bosom could be seen rising and falling gently with her deep hypnotic breathing. Her warm cheeks were rosy and smooth; her honey brown hair lay on the pillow in willowy waves and curls.

The publisher slipped quietly into the room and glanced out the window to check if the final detail was in place, satisfied he turned his attention to the sexy Pl@ym@te sleeping in his bed. He stood mesmerized by the look of the angelic beauty. Slowly, in a trance, he took off his clothes and sat in a chair by the bed. He watched the pretty young thing sleep and dream as he absently stroked on his cock.

Angela shifted in the sheets, her moist skin making a soft rustling sound over the white cotton. The top of the sheet slipped down and only the sharp tips of her nipples kept it delicately resting on her gently heaving chest. Her ivory hued negligee gathered at her waist and her leg slipped out from under her sheet so a beautiful glowing curve flowed down from her slim waist and along her plump hips and juicy thighs to her slender ankles and tiny toes.

Sighing in her sleep Angela’s hand, buried under the warm sheet, brushed over her own pussy. The publisher could see the outline of her arm tensing under the fabric as her fingers began to vibrate over her sex. Deep in her dream Angela began to hum and purr with erotic delight as her hand pleasured her fragile body. Her feet flat on the bed raced up and down frantically as her body rattled in her self-induced orgasm. Finally, with a satisfied moan, Angela curled into a ball, sucking the fingers that had danced so lovingly in her sex.

The publisher was aroused now like a stallion mounting a filly. He snorted, breathing her fresh aroma. In one graceful motion he pulled the sheet off her body; it fluttered like a cloud above the bed then fell to the floor.

The abrupt motion pulled Angela from her dream and she sat up startled. She leapt to the end of the bed farthest from the publisher and pressed her back against the headboard. Her eyes were wide with desire and she chewed her thumbnail coyly. At the same time her legs spread out, giving him a peek at the honeyed curls of her bush.

The publisher stood there still and calm despite his desire. Angela, looking demure and soft, held out a hand in invitation, while still sucking a nail on her hand.

Waiting no time he ripped open the front of her negligee. Angela slid it off her shoulders and filled his mouth with kisses. Cupping her breasts she fed him with her creamy mounds as his hands mauled every inch of her body.

The publisher squeezed Angela’s luscious breasts into cones and wrapped his tongue around them, twisting over the rock hard nipples. She tasted like honey as he sucked one mound, pulling it almost entirely into his mouth. Then he fed on the other, biting and sucking and pinching, making her swoon with pleasure.

Angela’s hands stroked his belly and inner thighs, dancing around, but never quiet touching, his giant steel shaft. She moaned with pleasure but he never made a sound.

Suddenly she was on her back and he had her arms spread out and wrists pinned to the bed. He squirmed between her legs and she just had time to cross her ankles behind him when he thrust deep into her. Angela gasped as his molten steel pole crashed into her womb. Her eyes squeezed tight, she twisted her head back and forth in agony. The tip pierced deep into her and she howled. He began pumping in and out of her and she joined in the dance, thrusting up into him eagerly. Her body was cloud for him to float on. Her velvet sheath grew tighter and tighter the deeper he plunged. He had released her wrists and she was affectionately stroking his face and hair, purring to him softly, “Yes, baby, you’re inside me, you make me come baby, come in me, yes.”

The publisher was silent, his face concentrating on the seductive beauty of the exotic young girl wriggling under him. He wanted to see her scream so in he plunged again, gripping her ass tightly. He came like a shower of hot steel ball bearings shooting through her. She writhed in pleasure soaking in the heat and force of his ejaculation. She came against it, letting her nectar flood his shaft even as she grew tighter around it. Over and over he rammed into her, sending her sweat soaked body sliding across the sheets. The noonday sun was burning through the curtains making the room seem on fire.

Finally he crammed in as deep as he could go; his nails were digging into the juicy flesh of her ass. Both their faces were contorted in sweet anguish as they held each muscle of their bodies frozen in anticipation of the explosion about to come. Angela’s beautiful body trembled and then the explosion came. He grunted as he emptied into her in three rapid blasts. He fell backwards gasping for breath. Angela rolled over, still consumed by bliss but she watched the dazed look on her lover’s face.

Looking like a lust filled angel she crawled to him and lovingly fondled his balls. Licking up his inner thigh she gazed at him tenderly as she scooped his cock into her soft mouth. He groaned as the moist warmth flooded over his shaft. He quickly hardened and she used her whole body to work her lips over his cock, sucking deeply and writhing her tongue over its head. As he came he knotted his fingers into her hair, holding her face against his balls as she struggled to swallow and gulp.

They fucked in every position possible. He held himself inside her, claiming her for his own and reducing her consciousness to an endless yearning to feel his shaft exploding inside her.

He was on his back now and she was astride him rocking and twisting her hips as his cock swelled inside her. The springs of the bed were screeching with each thrust, sqree, sqree, sqree. As she danced her breasts swayed enticingly and her hair flew from side to side. “You’re so good, sir, you’re the one baby, oh yes, you’re so good for me,” she moaned.

Angela squeezed her thighs together and her head dropped back as her mouth opened into a large O. Angela’s nude body glistened in the sunlight from the window and every one of her voluptuous curves moved in rhythm as she rode on his shaft. His cock blasted into her as she quivered in orgasmic delight. She fell down on to the publisher’s face and kissed him passionately.

Finally sated she snuggled next to him and rested her head on his chest. “How was LA?” he asked, stroking her hair.

“Oh, OK, I read again for that horror movie,” she said dreamily.

“I’m sure you’re going to get it. Being a Pl@ym@te has been good for your career. And it’s going to get better,” the publisher smiled, “Why don’t you look out the window.”

Angela trembled with excitement. She walked in naked glory to the window and looked down to the curb. The Pl@ym@te Pink AMX gleamed in the sunlight. “You mean…?” she gasped.

“I’m sure a lot of movie roles will come to the new Pl@ym@te of the Year.”

“I guess posing for Pl@yb0y has been good for my career,” she giggled just before engulfing his cock with her warm mouth.

V
Lorenzo leaned against the car and grinned up at the beautiful Pl@ym@te peeking out the window. He could easily read the look of joy on her face as the realization of what the pink car meant to her came together in her mind. She disappeared behind the sheer curtains and the mechanic smiled to himself, letting the sun warm him. He glanced at the front door and knew that she would soon come out to claim her prize. He could wait; he let himself study the gleaming pink car and he admired the paint job once again. Not bad considering the rush he had been in.

It took an hour for Angela to emerge from the Mansion. Her head was spinning with excitement from everything the publisher had told her. In the months since becoming a Pl@ym@te she had found herself more liberated; her acting had more power and depth she knew, but she was also more liberated in other ways. Sure she would rush back to Chicago to share the publisher’s bed but she had become more sexually ravenous in LA too. Men had become toys to enjoy and she was as thrilled to pleasure her bedmates as each man had been thrilled to be bedding a Pl@ym@te. She loved having fans and she thought that the publisher might be right, being Pl@ym@te of the Year might gain her more fans; so far, becoming a Pl@ym@te had been very good for her career, but could she be certain that she would not be going too far if she posed again?

Still tingling from the power of the publisher’s magical shaft she rushed down the stairs to look at her prize. The car would be hers, the crown would be hers if she agreed to be Pl@ym@te of the Year; she opened the door and looked at her prize and looked at the mechanic who had delivered it. He would be hers too.

Lorenzo was playing his part too; he got dressed up to deliver this special car and he looked gorgeous, wisteria silk shirt, open down to there, brown peak-a-boo body, hairy-ape type chest framed in wisteria blue. White pants, generous genitalia all but exposed beneath the cloth, which at long last, had finally reached the perfect state of warp nearly partly from woof. One good rip and away we go! She approached slowly, smiling seductively, eyes sparkling in the spring light. She kept looking at him as though he were a giant Christmas present in Macy’s wrapping and as if her were two pounds of Godiva chocolates contained in a Faberge egg. The unexplored package before her was so intriguing that, like any eager child, she could scarcely her hands off it. When she allowed herself to be engulfed into his embrace she melted into his arms and she had never been in finer form, a form in all its fineness pressing itself against the matching fineness of his form.

"Hey Angela, need a lift." The handsome young man gestured to the pink sports car.

"You must be Lorenzo.” She smiled sexily.

He gestured again to the bright pink car. “Care to test out your car?”

“That'd be nice. Thanks,” she said as she walked over and took the door he had opened for her. Of course, since this really wasn’t the car she’d be given as her prize the unspoken rule was that he’d take the wheel; besides she was a goddess and expected to be served.

"Where to?” he asked throwing the car into gear as she snuggled into her seat.

"Honestly, anywhere!" she said settling in for the ride. Lorenzo was incredibly attractive, and the publisher had explained to Angela that he had been instrumental in getting the car here on time.

"Anywhere huh? I thought you were really going places?” he asked smiling.

"Yeah, I just found out I just found out I could be Pl@ym@te of the Year."

"Wadda ya mean ‘could be?’ I thought it was gonna be you so that’s why the pink car and all."

"I’m trying to decide if it will be, you know, good for my career," Angela said earnestly, hanging her head as her cheeks blushed red.

"I’ll tell you; you got me as a fan," he said to her looking at her as they pulled up to a stop sign.

"Really?" she said skeptically. “Don’t you think all this might be, um, too much?”

"No fuckin' way! You are gonna set the country on fire," he said still looking at her. He raised his sunglasses up to his forehead, and glanced at her with complete amazement in his eyes.

"I really want to do more movies and stuff and I wonder if Pl@ym@te of the Year is good publicity."

"You’re a great actress!" He tried to remember which shows the publisher had told him to mention. “I saw you in that thing, you know where you played that girl, right?”

“You mean ‘The Man from U.N.C.L.E.’? I think I really added something extra to that part.”

“Yeah, that’s right; you’re a great actress,” he told her turning the car onto the highway. "Let’s see if we can get this car to really roll,” he urged, anxious to change the subject. “Preferably somewhere I won't get another ticket! I can't afford another one." He laughed. "You game?"

"Sure why not. Thanks Lorenzo."

"No problem, babe." Lorenzo took off down the highway heading further and further into the country. He turned the radio up and blasted a local country station. With the windows down her hair blew wildly in the wind. Lorenzo couldn't help but steal a glance at the woman beside him. She was deep in thought and contemplating her future; that he could tell, but he couldn't help but notice that as his speedometer climbed, so did the little peaks of her nipples. The spring air was quickly warming, so he could only imagine she was getting turned on.

He loved the feeling of flying down a flat stretch of road, but seeing her obvious excitement, was certainly making it hard for him to concentrate on the road. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and saw that her eyes were closed, and her head thrown back. God but she looked sexy. Not wanting to get distracted by her arousal, he slowed down looking for a nice deserted looking road.

Noticing the decrease in the little sports cars' speed, Angela opened her eyes, and looked at Lorenzo. "Every thing ok?” she asked totally unaware of how she looked.

"Umm yeah, just looking for a nice empty road," Lorenzo said after clearing his throat. She looked at him, her brown eyes bright with excitement. Her hair was wind blown and her nipples were still hard. Man, he was surprised she hadn't reacted to them, they looked like marbles tucked under her t-shirt. She had that great freshly fucked look. Man he really shouldn't be thinking about her like this. But he certainly couldn't help it, with her looking so utterly fuckable.

"Hey what about that one?" Angela said pointing to a dirt road off to the left.

Lorenzo signaled the turn as he said, "Yeah that one looks good. Are you feeling better? You gonna do the Pl@ym@te of the Year thing?" he said with a deep sexy laugh.

"I’m leaning that way; nothing like the wind in your hair to free a girls mind." She said closing her eyes again. Lorenzo drove for a few miles making sure the road was empty, as he had hoped. Out beyond the suburbs around Chicago there was nothing but what appeared to be grazing land for miles on either side of the road. There weren't any houses or cross roads as far as the eye could see; the road was a flat straight line. This was perfect to open the car up and give Angela the ride of her life, hell and maybe he'd get a ride too. Damn she was fine, he thought as the image of her centerfold over his workbench fixed in his mind.

"This road is great. You ready for a ride?” he asked as he pulled the car to a stop. He looked at her, and smiled at the grin of anticipation on her pretty face. He watched as she scooted back in her seat, sitting up straighter. Her actions caused her breasts to thrust out more. God she had great tits. They sat high and firm on her chest, her v-neck tee cut low enough that if he leaned forward just a little he got a great shot of her cleavage.

He laughed to himself, when he realized he was jealous of the necklace she wore. The green glass pendant nestled seductively in the valley of her creamy swells. Damn lucky rock, he thought.

"I am absolutely ready!" she said turning to catch his gaze. He couldn't help but notice the tiniest bit of apprehension in those brown eyes.

"Don't worry I'll be careful. If it gets too much just tell me and I'll stop," he told her trying to put her completely at ease.

She laughed at him, but smiled warmly. "You're taking the car for a drive, not my body!" she laughed again. Lorenzo laughed along with her, glad she couldn't read his thoughts.

"Then let's go!" he said as he slammed the car into gear. Red dirt flew up behind his wheels and they spun before grabbing the road and shooting the car forward like a rocket. Faster and faster they rode as the little car ate up the ground beneath it. Lorenzo spared a quick glance at Angela before returning his eyes to the road. He half wished he hadn't. The look on her face was one of pure delight, her eyes were closed again and her head, once more thrown back. If she hadn't been laughing, he would have sworn she was about to have an orgasm. He glanced at the speedometer, which read 95. He eased the car slowly to a stop, before turning to her.

Angela was in heaven. She'd never been that fast before. It was exhilarating. Hell it was damn near orgasmic! A quick glance down at her shirt gave her the proof of her excitement. Her nipples stood hard and prominent under her light green tee. Her breathing was shallow as her heart rate slowly returned to normal.

"Oh my god, that was so much fun!" She told him as she met his sparkling gaze. A shiver of desire ran down her spine. Glancing down she watched as his pointer finger traced circles across the top of his gear shift. She couldn't help but imagine those lazy circles running around her aroused nipples.

Without thinking she leaned forward and closed the gap between them. Her moist lips found his as his hand came up, and his fingers tangled in her long brown hair. She moaned in delight as the tip of his tongue traced her lips seeking entry. She parted her lips and his silky tongue slipped in her mouth. It was his turn to groan when she captured his tongue and sucked hard. Glad he had put the car in park, he brought his left hand over to grab her breast. He found her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and first finger.

She once more moaned making his cock to jump against his boxers. He reluctantly pulled back. She whimpered in protest. Her brown eyes stared at him, confused.

"I just want to make sure you really want to do this; ya know? I mean you’re supposed ta be the big Pl@ym@te and all, right? You’re doin’ it, the Pl@ym@te crown, right?” he asked tracing a finger over her lips, which were slightly puffy from his assault on them. "You really got me turned on you know."

"First of all I’m still not sure about being Pl@ym@te of the Year. Secondly I don't do anything unless I want to." She told him, deadly serious. "And right now there is nothing I want more than you, right here, right now!" To punctuate her comment she slid a manicured hand across his thigh to stroke his hard shaft under his pants.

"Maybe we should go back to my place... I don't have any condoms with me. Not to mention this car isn't exactly big enough to..."

"How 'bout the hood?” she asked keeping her hand moving slowly over the hard bulge in his lap.

"What?" he choked out, getting lost in the pleasure of her strokes.

"You know, bend me over the hood and fuck me till I scream."

Lorenzo reached down and took her hand off his cock, and brought it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on her palm. "You certainly are demanding aren't you." He laughed. “It sounds great, but in case you haven't noticed we're out in the open."

"True but it's starting to get dark, and it looks like there are some woods up ahead, maybe we can find a place to pull off the road there."

"Works for me, but if we don't find a place, you're coming back to my place so I can fuck you in a bed like normal people." He laughed as he put the car in drive and headed towards the wooded area about a mile or so up the road. There was a small road that led into the woods. They pulled off and parked. Getting out of the car they met at the hood. The few minutes drive had caused him to soften slightly. Angela ran her hands across the fly of his pants, excitedly.

"I’ve never met one of my fans face to face. So I just want you to know this is new for me,” she said stroking him.

Lorenzo was beyond caring. "Suck me." he told her tangling his fingers once more in her hair.

"Are you sure?” she said hesitantly, playing hard to get.

"I am so sure, babe,” he said as he pushed her gently to her knees before him. She reached out and opened his fly and pulled his pants and boxers down. Lorenzo leaned back against the warm hood of the car. Angela was still being coy, and was stalling. Lorenzo gently but firmly pulled her face against his cock. She opened her mouth and took him inside. He groaned as her wet warmth enveloped him. She was still hesitant as he rubbed her scalp tenderly. "Yeah, babe, I am your biggest fan. Now suck my cock."

Angela turned her face upwards to meet his fiery gaze. His mouth was turned up into a fierce smile, and his eyes nearly glowed with desire. Angela closed her eyes and set about giving Lorenzo the finest blow job of his life.

She started with simple back and forth strokes, as she pulled back so only the head remained in her mouth, she flicked her tongue across the tip. She took his shaft in her hands and slowly stroked him as she concentrated her licks on the head of his cock. She rolled her tongue around to tease the sensitive underside, before sliding it up to brush firm strokes across the opening. She stopped for a moment to watch a bead of his juices ooze out. She lapped it off and grinned as another bead replaced it. She took the head back into her mouth and sucked hard, causing him to groan and pull her hair tightly in his hands. She grimaced in mild pain, and he immediately loosened his grip.

"Sorry," he managed to gasp out, before she returned to sucking his shaft. Slowly she slid her mouth down along his hard length, until her nose was buried in his curls. Opening her mouth just a little wider, she slid her tongue out under his cock to trace it across his sac. "Oh my god!" he shouted as his testicles tightened and he shot his load into her mouth.

She swallowed his seed as it spurted out. There was so much of it some of it slipped from between her lips and ran down her chin. She gave him a few more hard sucks, making him groan even louder. Satisfied he was done coming, Angela pulled back and wiped her chin on the back of her hand. She stood up and looked at him while he stood there with his head thrown back. He leaned forward and watched as she used her tongue to wipe his juices off the back of her hand. His cock twitched as he watched her pull a scoop of his creamy load into her mouth and swallow. She repeated this action over and over again until her hand was clean.

"Is this how you normally give head?" Lorenzo asked her once he could breathe normally.

"I didn't do anything different." Angela told him with a shrug of her shoulders. "Why, was it bad?” she asked, catching her bottom lips with her teeth.

"Are you kidding! That was fucking insane! I've never come like that just from getting head. You're amazing."

"Thank you." Angela said with a blush.

"But hey it's my turn now." Lorenzo told her as he pulled her into his arms. His hands skimmed across her ass, as he traced the seams of her jeans. He turned her around and gently pushed her against the hood. He pulled his boxers and pants back up and buttoned them.

"Huh, I thought we were going to fuck?" Angela asked confused.

"Oh we will but you deserve just as much pleasure as I got. Lie back and relax. Let Lorenzo take you for a ride." He told her full of youthful arrogance. She did as he asked and stretched out across the hood of his sports car. Lorenzo slid the button open and drew the zipper down slowly across her panties. He grabbed the lacy waistband of the white panties she wore with them. She raised her hips to allow him to slide them down to her shapely ankles. He turned slightly to pull them completely off. He quickly folded and rolled them, panties in the middle and handed it to her to use as a pillow. She slid her jeans beneath her neck and looked at him with quiet anticipation on her face.

"You don't need to do this you know! I'm ready for you now," she told him quietly.

"Why wouldn't I want to. You just gave me the best blow job of my life, it's the least I can do. That's the way it’s supposed to be done. "

"Yeah,” she said quietly, turning her face to stare off into the woods.

"You ready, babe?" Lorenzo asked as he set his hand gently on Angela's mound. He slipped his middle finger between her lips and moved it gently from side to side.

Angela shook her head 'yes', not trusting herself to speak. She suddenly felt inadequate. She took a deep breath before verbally answering him. "I need you to go down on me."

"Baby I'm ready. Now lay back down and close your eyes." She did as he asked and she felt his warm hands slid up her shapely legs. When he reached her thighs he parted them gently, opening her to him. She heard his sharp intact of breath as he saw the proof of her arousal glistening on her pussy. It was then her turn to gasp as she felt his mouth make contact with her pussy. His tongue traced long slow lines across her flesh sending chills throughout her body. He blew streams of warm air across her pussy as he held her lips open. Angela groaned as the warm air caressed her clit. She cried out when his tongue touched her.

Lorenzo teased her mercilessly, as he fluttered his way around her clit, circling it, coming closer and closer but never actually touching it. He grinned as he watched her back arch, her hips straining for his touch. Her hands fisted uncontrollably as she tried to find something to grip. "Rub your tits for me Angela," he told her as he dipped his head to her box once more. He watched her though as she slowly brought her hands up and lightly ran her palms across her straining nipples. His tongue dove into her wetness as she began to brush her fingers back and forth across her nipples.

God Angela felt good. His teasing was driving her mad, she felt certain she was going to explode. She liked the way he told her how to pleasure him, or herself. Strong without being forceful, demanding without being insistent. He gave her just as much pleasure as she gave him, if not more so. Suddenly all the thoughts scattered from her head when Lorenzo slid a finger inside her, as he mouthed her clit.

"Oh god!" she cried as he slid his finger in and out mimicking sex. She groaned in ecstasy when he slid a second finger in beside the first.

"You are so fucking tight. Will you come for me?” he asked her as he bent his fingers in a 'come here' motion. He caressed the upper inner walls of her pussy. He'd heard about the G-spot but hadn't found it in practice yet, so he was surprised when his fingers brushed against the jelly bean sized lump. He thought something was wrong until Angela practically jumped off the hood of the car screaming in delight. He continued to rub the spot and was amazed that it seemed to grow larger as he did. Angela settled back down on the hood but kept gasping and moaning. It was all over though when he brought his mouth back to her clit. He took her button in his mouth and sucked hard as he rubbed the lump inside her. Angela screamed out his name as she literally gushed fluid into his hand. She tossed her head from side to side as she moaned. Lorenzo rubbed her G-spot a few more times and grinned like the Cheshire cat as more of her ecstasy poured out of her pussy. After a few seconds of rubbing she reached down and grabbed his hand in hers.

"No more please!" she gasped out. She looked at him and offered him a weak smile before dropping her head back to the solid surface of the hood.

Lorenzo glanced down at his shirt and smiled at the splashes of wetness that covered it. He wiped his hand off and pulled his shirt off. He couldn't help inhaling her scent as he pulled the moist shirt off. She smelled sweet, and sexy.

Angela still lay, spread invitingly open. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. I'll be damned he thought, she's asleep. He laughed to himself before gently waking her. She opened her eyes wide just in time to see him slide his cock into her sweet tight sex. “Yes,” she hissed and he knew he was fucking the new Pl@ym@te of the Year. He lunged in, pulled out and lunged in again. The hood of the car bounced in rhythm and squeaked along with his thrusts, sqree, sqree, sqree. It was music to her ears.

VI
They returned to the Mansion later that night and in the morning Angela posed sitting and smiling on the pretty pink car. She was the new Pl@ym@te of the Year and that very morning she got a telegram from her agent telling her she got the part in the horror movie. Maybe Pl@ym@te of the Year would be good for her career.

Lorenzo had spent the night at the Mansion and after the publicity shoot he had to drive the pink AMX back to the dealership. "What are we going to do with a pink AMX?" the owner fumed.
After letting the dealer sweat it a little while Lorenzo said "Watch this" as he took his fingernail and chipped a small piece of pink paint off of the edge of the door. Then he grabbed an air hose, placed the tip of the air hose next to the chipped off paint and proceeded to blast the pink paint off of the white AMX. He turned to the dealer with a big smile on his face and said, "It's peel-off-paint". The pink paint came off in big sheets, too cool! A perfect looking white AMX it was again in a matter of minutes. He turned to Angela, still reclining fetchingly in the hammock, over his workbench. She seemed to wink at him as he worked.

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Big time thanx to keats, who keeps this thread going! I love reading his stuff. It's so difficult to find erotica out there with pictures and other inspiration (nearly all I find are text-only), especially with curves.

They are also much, much deeper than just 'captions,' which just doesn't 'draw one in' and 'captivate' like a built-up fantasy ... or even multi-story fantasies along a fictional arc -- which I love -- especially the anticipation and lust! That's why I'm not in the VEF Caption thread much.
- http://vintage-erotica-forum.com/sho...d.php?t=208362

I used to post some of my fantasies, sometimes 1st person, but many times watching others from the 3rd person, over in the VEF Wank Club thread.
- http://vintage-erotica-forum.com/showthread.php?t=22454

But between some deletions and, more troubling, content owners complaining (and even turning me into their legal) when I post only 4-8 pics of their public samples or from other uploaders, I haven't been posting as of late, and taking most things I've ever posted down.

So these posts are definite fun, deep reads! Thanx again to keats for keeping this thread going!

[keats]

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So everybody thinks my job is great and a lot of it is great, at least it was for a long while. Now it’s kind of like being in a Vincent Price movie. It was always a little risky; I’m just the handyman and they’ve kind of let the Mansion get a little old and rundown so I’m fixing a lot of plumbing, unclogging toilets, and dealing with out of code wiring. But I also get to hang around with the girls and get to lay some pipe in some playmates too. But even that got a little weird with those Girls Next Door broads hanging around and trying to turn me into some kind of slave. And the boss wasn’t that happy to be sharing with me but now I’m not even sure if he knows I’m here, which is good ‘cause he used to fire me every once in awhile when he caught me with a Playmate.
Oh yeah, the Vincent Price part, the boss kind of shuffles around the place with that Crystal Harris bending in to hear what the boss has to say. She orders everybody around. She orders me around too and I’m always getting interrupted from my chores to give her a quick one while the old guy is napping; she’s OK, even if she gets a little kinky, OK- a lot kinky ‘cause she likes that bondage shit in the basement and she’s got this dildo thing that I ain’t gonna talk about. But she’s still not as kinky as that Holly chick who really did weird shit; I’m not gonna say what crazy stuff she did with that Bridgett and the other one who was even crazier. Holly and that Kendra chick were really into torturing poor ol’ Bridgett; they used to fuck her with strap ons, Kendra pounding her pussy while Holly fucked her ass and at the same time Bridgett was giving me head. But I would always be all nervous and shit ‘cause Bridgett had all these clamps on her nipples and the two other girls where slapping her or whipping her with their little riding crops and they’d be threatening to do that to me too. Believe me, it’s hard to come in a girl’s mouth under those conditions. Compared to those broads Crystal’s OK but there’s always a little dog yapping at our feet when we’re going at it and I’m always worried that the old guy’s gonna wake up, but he never does.
But the chick I really want to bone is that Anna Sophia Berglund. But she barely looks at me. She hangs around the place a lot, mostly to be photographed with the boss so it looks like he’s still got the mojo going, but I don’t think it’s any more than that. But when she’s around he keeps an eye on her so I haven’t had much of a shot yet. Plus I pissed her off when I asked why she had three names like all those assasins and serial killers.
When I made my joke she gave me one of those cold stares that only a truly beautiful broad can pull off then she went back to her texting; this chick texts a lot! When she eats she keeps one thumb on her phone and just keeps going while she shovels food in that gorgeous mouth. That’s one of the things I like about her; she’s not the usual skinny, starved junkie type the company has been attracting lately. This chick is stacked and curvey; she must be quite a handful in the sack with plenty of juicy body to grab. I’m betting a 34 or 35 chest but a nice cushy D cup and a 36 ass for sure. So that’s why when I made my joke I kept going. “I guess it’s ‘cause you have a killer bod, right?” I gave her my best grin but she turned the other way and started to scroll through FaceBook like she was looking for something better to do.
So that brings us up to date. Ever since she became Miss January she’s been around the Mansion a lot more; the boss is paying more attention to her, putting his arm around her waist and leaning his face into her awesome rack; but she keeps texting. I don’t think he’s boning her ‘cause that would take a hell of a lot of those blue pills and probably a doctor on call; he is giving her a lot of those I want to fuck you looks though. She just looks up from her phone for a minute and smiles a bit then goes back to texting.
That brings us to today. I’m in the living room where I’ve been working on replacing all the old electric outlets, like bringing them up to 21st century standards so nobody burns down the house when they try to charge their iphone. I’m on my knees behind the couch working on a really crappy one. It’s not like I’m hiding or anything; my legs are sticking out and my tools are right there next to the couch. It’s just that everybody usually ignores me anyway unless a toilet’s clogged or one of the girl’s feeling horny.
So the two girls are standing by the door and sort of arguing, something about shopping; they’re always going fucking shopping. The little dog is circling around their feet and barking and the boss is just kind of standing there with his arms folded like he’s waiting for the bus. I can’t make out what they’re saying except that Crystal wants ol’ Anna Sophia to stay with the boss. Ol’ Anna Sophia’s not having it. They kind of go back and forth the way chicks can, talking through closed teeth and sounding all sweet and sunshine while actually telling each other to go fuck themselves. This could go on for hours but then the boss says something louder than I’ve heard him talk in years. Even the dog stops yapping. “Because I said so, Anna,” he says, real stern, like a dad saying to eat your fucking vegetables. That Crystal make some kind of snorting noise and leaves and ol’ Anna Sophia says “Fine,” in a cold tone that means nothing’s fine and she snaps her iPhone closed. The two of them head to the elevator with the little yapping dog following. Ol’ Anna Sophia doesn’t look so happy so I’m guessing that Miss January 2011 is about to become Miss Viagra. What a fucking waste, but I go back to that bitch of a wall plate; the fucking screws must be older than the boss they’re so fucking rusted.
About half an hour goes by when I hear bare feet stomping down the big staircase in the front hall. I figure something’s up so I stand and start brushing off my overalls. Then there’s ol’ Anna Sophia as naked as she is in her centerold picture. Actually more naked ‘cause in her centerfold picture she’s wearing some kind of pink lacy thing around her shoulders and some high heel shoes. I can never figure out why the photographers have the girls wear their shoes in bed but they always do. Anyway, all Anna Sophia’s wearing now is her iphone which she’s gripping in her hand like she’s gonna crush it. And she wearing a really serious snarl on her face like she’s gonna tear somebody’s heart out of his chest and eat it, like in that Indiana Jones movie only maybe the guy didn’t eat the heart in that one. In some movie though. Anyway she’s looking like a killer and she’s looking straight a me.
“You,” she says, spitting it out. She gestures with her chin, like there’s somebody else in the room other than me. “I’ll give you thirty seconds to get your clothes off and get upstairs to my room and fuck me.”
I’m thinking of like a million things I could say and I’m thinking that I can get the overalls off real fast but the fucking workboots always take me a fucking lifetime to unlace and I can’t fucking get them off unless I unlace them. I want to sound suave and cool though so I say, “Huh?”
“Not the brightest bulb I see,” she says, but she smiles just a bit. “Look numbnuts, remember the movie from movie night a couple of weeks ago? I saw you there.”
I’m trying to remember but I’m coming up with nothing so I cover my ass and say, “Huh?”
“American Gigolo?” Richard Gere? He gets paid to fuck hot girls? Remember?”
OK, something’s crazy here. “You wanna pay me to fuck you?”
“Shit,” she says and the smile’s gone. “Listen, moron, I’m going upstairs. You’re going to get your fucking filthy clothes off and follow me. Then you’re going to fuck me. Got it?”
“And then you’re gonna pay me?” I’m trying to get that part straight. That would be a sweet deal alright but I’d for sure do her for nothing. I decide to be gallant ‘cause chicks dig that. “I’d do you for nothing.”
“What’s your name again?” she askes, like she’s kind of frustrated but I can see she checking out my hardon which has been going since she came down the stairs.
“Stanley,” I say and give her a grin ‘cause I aced that one.
She smiles back like I’m getting an A+ and her eyes are definitely on my hardon. “OK Stanley, I’m going to go upstairs and wait for you. Then you’re going to come up and make believe you’re my gigolo, my escort. You know, like in that movie. Then you’re going to fuck me real good. Got it? Nobody’s getting paid but you’re getting to fuck me, OK?”
“Like Richard Gere?”
“Yeah, like Richad Gere.”
“But didn’t he, like go to jail?”
She almost throws the phone at me, “Two minutes,” she says, “And you better make me come.” She turns and jiggles that juicy ass and she heads up the stairs.
It takes me a couple of minutes to get those fucking boots off but then I shuck off my clothes in seconds and bound up the stairs in record time. I stop at the top; that fucking dog is sitting growling at me so I drop kick him into one of the bedrooms and slam the door closed.
Anna Sophia’s door is open and she’s primed for action. “Let’s get to it stud,” she demands and steps up close to me, pressing those big soft tits right up against my chest and and away we go. She gives me some great tongue and starts to play with my balls. Then she pulls my hair down and looks up into my face with eyes that say she’s the boss.
She’s giving my johnson a real workout and she’s an expert alright; she gets me just to the point of popping then eases me down and gets it going again. The whole time she’s rubbing those great knockers against my chest.
And she’s serious about that play acting thing. She’s got this whole big story for us to act out.
Her hand is going over my cock and her mouth is going too but not the way I want. She’s telling this fucking story we’re supposed to be acting.
“I’m one of your regulars,” she saying “I’ve been seeing you for over a year now, and every time we’re together, it’s explosive.”
“We fuck a lot, right?”
“Right, we fuck a lot but I’m not like any of your other clients, or any other woman for that fact. Over time our connection has morphed into something so strong, so unreal. We ball all the time, and you’re getting obsessed with me. Oh and I wear that.” She points to a leather collar and leash dangling off the end of the bed. “Put it on me.”
I can just barely reach the collar while she keeps the action going with her hand. The collar looks like something that yappy dog wears and I’m a little nervous when I try to buckle it on. She’s got only one free hand and she uses that to lift up her hair so I can get the thing around her neck.
“Tighter,” she says which is kind of kinky but I make it tighter.
She keeps up her talking. “Yeah, the sex is intense. But it’s not something that I depend on, I’m a bitch to you. I’ve never had a real relationship. I’m not having one now, for Christ’s sake, I make sure you still charge me.”
“So you’re gonna pay me to fuck you?”
“No, numbnuts, I’m not going to pay you.”
“But we’re gonna fuck right?”
“What do you think?” She gives my balls a squeeze and her tongue’s in my mouth again.
Soon she’s face down on the bedroom floor moaning my name. My cock fills her soft, pink pussy, and I thrust myself in and out of her again and again. I love how tight she is around me. “Harder, Stanley,” she begs for more.
I grip her hips giving her what she wants.
I’m trying to remember that movie but nothing’s really clear so I kind of make stuff up. “You like being fucked, don’t you?” I ask her in a deep calm voice; I’m not so good at imitating that Richard Gere but I’m noticing her thighs starting to shake. There’s really nothing like the way a babe’s body moves when you fuck her just how she needs it.
I grin pulling her arms together behind her back, filling her full. She screams loudly not holding anything back, “Fuck, Stanley!”
“That’s it, Anna Sophia, let me hear you,” I grunt.
Dropping her arms, she arches her back, pointing her face to the ceiling feeling every inch of my swollen dick. I grab the leash that’s connected to that collar bound tightly around her neck. “Hold on, beautiful.” Driving my movements hard, I fuck her with all I have, and she tightens herself around me like a vice. I can tell a good orgasm is beginning inside her. Her light skin is sweaty, with a tint of red to it. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the moment, enjoying her tightness. Enjoying how fucking amazing she makes me feel.
Suddenly her noises change in pitch and I can tell her orgasm is right there. I stop right before she comes, not wanting her to let go yet, not until I’m ready.
*With the leash tightly in my grasp, I back out of her slowly so she can feel every inch of my dick leave her aching cunt. This is why I’m good at my job. Yeah, I might not have planned to be in this line of work, but God gave me a gift and I’m using it. Gripping her around the waist, I flip her around like a feather and I’m feeling the adrenaline pumping through her body. She looks up at me panting with that little smirk, the one that I’d do anything for. As I lift her in my arms, she clings to me and I move her body to the massive bed.
Gently, I lay her down. Our eyes never break contact, even as I wipe my sweaty hands dry on the pillow next to me and that fucking little dog starts yelping again in the other room and he’s scratching at the door and that reminds me that the boss is right down the hall and could wake up any time, right when I’m about to unload into his squealing playmate.
“The dog,” I croak out; I’m kinda nervous but she gives me a look that tells me to stick to business. Then she grabs her fucking phone and takes a selfie. What the fuck! It’s obvious that I’m not in the picture but it’s obvious that’s she’s in bed with somebody. I don’t want that thing on FaceBook.
Anna Sophia has her legs closed. “You playing with me?” I ask her and run my tongue up one of them as I hold it in my grip. She tilts her head and gives me a tiny nod. I go for smooth gigolo line, trying to get the Richard Gere thing going. “May I enter your pussy?” She opens her legs for me, waving me in with one finger. I grip my shaft low at the base, and, staring into her eyes, I slowly drive myself back into her relaxed body. I lower down on top of her, pushing my cock in deep and crushing her fantastic tits against my chest. I can feel those nipples throbbing. And she takes another selfie; I’m in this one for sure. Then with one hand she pushes my chest up and takes a shot of my dick inside her snatch. Now the dog is really furious and I’m sweating bullets but my cock is in charge so I push in again. She gives me a groan so I keep going although I wish she’d put down the fucking phone.
Leaning down, I lick her nipples and begin to stroke in and out, slow and long, knowing I’m hitting right where she needs it most. She’s close, that I can tell, so I pound in hard and this pushes her to the edge. Like clockwork she tightens her cunt, arching her back as her orgasm invades her system.
“Oooh fuck,” she moans softly and I keep my strokes steady at a pace she loving. Her eyes have that spark to them, almost like it’s hurting her, but really she’s just in her favorite place. Her body is my ecstasy, making me wild inside as my own blow-up creeps up out of nowhere. But, I don’t fight it, letting go and releasing, with my cock buried deep inside of her.*
My load hits hard and I begin to shiver, tightening my ass and thighs; holding it for just a second longer makes it unbelievably intense. Over time, my orgasms have evolved into something so fucking powerful. And now with Anna Sophia, she pushing me just a tick past nirvana. It’s fucking great except the dog is barking and Anna is taking more pictures of me while I’m coming.
When I ball, I can come multiple times but that phone is making nervous and the fucking dog doesn’t help. Anna’s scrolling through pictures like she looking for the best shot but her fabulous hips are going overtime and pumping into me. Now, that’s all I’m thinking about, keeping my cock hard. Hell, Anna Sophia is all I can think about anymore.
Since my favorite thing in the world is to fuck, this suits me fine. And coming at the end is the icing on the cake. But coming again and again is the whole fuckin’ bakery.
After I unload, I continue to stroke myself hoping to get the feeling for a third time today. She runs her fingernails up my back and I drop my head, loving her touch.
My balls tighten when I pick up speed and suddenly another orgasm hits me hard. I open my eyes and look at her as I come yet again. She stares at me with that goddamn look again and I can barely breathe. As I slow my movements, she asks, “Stay the night with me?”
I stop moving and I’m staring down at her, trying to figure out what to say. I don’t stay the night with playmates, no matter how much they beg me. I don’t want to piss off the boss too much. But Anna Sophia is pulling me down next to her and snuggles against me. With her face next to mine and her tits pointing straight up in the air she stretches out her arm and take another selfie. Just ol’ Stanley and Miss January in the sack when she’s supposed to be fucking the boss. The dog sounds like he’s gonna rip the door off its hinges.
Anna Sophia is checking the picture and she doesn’t like the look on my face. “What’s the matter? Don’t you spend the night with your clients”
It takes me a second to remember I’m supposed to be that American gigolo and I’m trying to come up with a line but before I can open mouth she gives me a slap. Not like a movie slap. This slap from Anna Sophia fucking hurts. I yank on the leash and anger and beauty take over the room like a motherfucking hurricane. She’s all over me, punching, pulling, biting, kicking, scratching. Her tits are in my mouth, she’s yanking on my cock; she uses her juicy hips to get me in a head lock and my tongue’s in her pussy. She snaps her body from the waist and bangs my head against the headboard then she’s sucking my cock; but the whole time she’s still fighting like it’s the championships for the WWF. The only time she’s not screaming is when my cock’s deep down her throat. We’re wrecking the bed, ripping up the sheets. She’s kicking my ass; I mean really, she’s kicking me in the fucking ass in some kind of crazy judo move, her arms around me, her tits in my face, her legs wrapped around me and her feet turning my ass into jelly. And the fucking dog is throwing himself against the door and I can’t believe the boss is sleeping through this. She’s still kicking my ass, her tits are smothering me and then she gets me in a choke hold too.
Fuck this. I yank the fucking leash and she jerks back with her eyes bulging like the Coyote in one of those RoadRunner cartoons. She falls back on the messy sheets and she looks fabulous, her hair is wild and sexy, her naked body is sweaty and shiney and her chest is heaving up and down as she looks at me like she’s gonna eat me alive.
“You’re spending the night, right?” she says.
I respond, “Okay, but you’re paying me.”
She gives me a look like she’s trying to figure out some deep shit. She’s looking at my face and she doesn’t see that fucking Richard Gere. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I give a yank to the ol’ dog collar. I’m starting to see its possibilities. “It’s my ass if we get caught. The boss will go nuts. You’re paying me, like you said, like in that movie.”
She’s adding shit up in her head and my dick is getting hard watching those tits go up and down as she breathes.
“OK,” she says finally, “I’ll get Hef to pay. He owes after the lousy time today.”
“What the fuck, Anna, you trying to get me fired?’
“I’ll tell him you fixed my engine; now let’s go.”
I kiss her eagerly, loving the way her tongue goes crazy in my mouth and the way she’s always rubbing those knockers against me. Everything’s going good now; even that fucking dog’s stopped yapping. Maybe he knocked himself out hitting his runty little head on the door. She’s pushed my head over those throbbing tits and I’m feasting on some rock candy nipples and cotton candy flesh. My cock is feeling fine; Anna Sophia is giving it some nice soft strokes to keep it good and hard and she’s slowly guiding it towards her naked pussy.
As my johnson starts pushing into her she rolls me onto my back so she’s straddling my hips. My cock’s deep inside her and just grooving on the way she’s rolling her hips and wriggling her body like one of those belly dance chicks. Nothing like a nice slow fuck with a goreous blonde playmate looking down on you appreciatively. Still no sound from the dog which is getting weird.
Damn, Anna Sophia pulls out the fucking iPhone and holds it high up in the air over us. “Say cheese,” she says and takes a few shots of us fucking. But what’s really bad is when she’s done she scrolls through the shots, then her thumbs start going with that typing shit.
“What are you doing?” I grunt. I’m about to pop up into her like that geyser thing out in Wyoming. Old Faithful, that me.
“I’m sending a picture to Crystal,” she says.
“Fuck,” I say and then my cock lets loose and it’s a big one. She jerks like she’s on a boat that just got torpedoed and maybe she did ‘cause ol’ Mr. Johnson is unloading like he wants to destroy her and that fucking iPhone.”
“Oh Stanley,” she squeals and she starts bouncing up and down like I’m a fucking trampoline and I can tell she fucking coming and it’s a fucking doozy.
“Anna Maria?” I hear somebody saying.
“Anna Sophia,” Anna Sophia says, like she’s pissed she has to correct me.
“I didn’t say anything,” I say.
We both look at the door to the hall. “Did you lock the door?” she asks but I don’t need to answer ‘cause the knob’s already turning.
“Fuck,” we say in unison. She dives to the door, wrapping the sheet around her as she flys. I dive to the other door to the bathroom ‘cause it connects to the bedroom next door so I can slip out and get my clothes downstairs. But there’s that fucking yappy dog who I guess was unconscious ‘cause when I opened the connecting door I had to push his runty body out of the way. This wakes him up and he starts yapping like a psycho and he starts biting at my legs, biting me the whole way down the stairs. At the bottom I drop kick him back to the top and get dressed and get back to work like nothing ever happened.
When that Crystal gets home she makes me ball her for a couple of hours; the whole time she’s taking selfies and sending them to Anna Sophia. I don’t see ol’ Anna for the rest of the night; I guess the Viagra finally kicked in. The fucking dog avoids me.
When I finally get to my iPhone there’s a text from Anna Sophia, “You didn’t spend the night. No fucking way are you getting paid.”

[keats]

Susan Lynn Kiger had love posing for Playboy; as Miss January 1977, she reveled in the attention, letting the warm studio lights of the photographer tingle her skin into arousal; and better than posing, Susan had loved the wild life of the Mansion; the voluptuous blonde had been made it with a dazzling array of Hollywood actors, famous athletes, rock stars, jazz musicians, politicians, even a rabbi who had come to argue morality with Hefner. And Susan stayed around the Mansion for several years, modeling and helping with shoots while spending her nights in orgies or in bed with a well-hug jock, or sometimes another playmate, or even better: another playmate and a well-hung jock.

While she was a fun party girl always ready to fuck, she also turned out to be quite skilled at her day job as a stylist helping with shoots. She soon was sought after by all the Playboy photographers just as much for her behind the scenes skills as she was for her willingness to pose in ever more risqué shoots.

When Susan got the call to help produce for the new Twenty-fifth Anniversary Playmate, Candy Loving, she knew she had landed a juicy assignment. Shopping for sexy outfits she found something really exciting, an outfit designed to reveal all of the bodacious Playmate’s enticing curves. Susan couldn’t wait to see her in it. Finally the day had arrived to shoot tests and luscious Susan was doing everything she could to make the luscious Candy look good.

Now Candy and Susan were tired; they had been spending the day at a photography studio getting ready for her trip to the Playboy Mansion in Chicago where the official shoot would be held. The lovely Ms Loving was going out there for a shoot and Susan was the stylist. That meant Susan was helping the buxom playmate pick the outfits and the look she would be using. If they were working in L.A. then Susan's boyfriend would also be involved as a producer.

Candy of course had a voluptuous body that stopped traffic wherever she went. Susan was blonde and a bit taller than Candy but she was quite a beauty herself: vivid blue eyes, pouty, beestung lips and an equally provoking 37-24-37 figure. Susan may have had a reputation of being quite a party girl at the L.A. mansion a few years ago, but now she calming down a bit and even enjoyed having Leo as a steady boyfriend. Playboy gave them a lot of business and they were popular with many of the playmates.

Working with the bodacious Candy had been a sexy and stimulating experience. Susan liked to dress up with her clients and the pair made quite a team as they pranced around the studio in an ever changing array skimpier and skimpier outfits. Of course they had to experiment with pulling bras down and lifting hems on slips to test the way various garments would work as Candy went through her erotic poses. Of course, Susan’s hands spent a lot of time on Candy’s awesome body and Susan noticed that Candy seemed to like touching herself and touching Susan too.

During the course of the day the two girls had gotten a bit turned on as their hands brushed over each other's skin or Susan would lift and squeeze Candy's luscious breasts to fit them into a bit of tight lingerie. Fingers would linger on nipples, or bottoms or bushes; there was a lot of sighing; both girls clearly felt an attraction but it was unspoken as they worked on picking outfits for the shoot.

The sexual tension right at this moment was almost unbearable. Candy was wearing that special outfit that Susan had picked for her. The top was a sheer white blouse with a sequined fringe on the shoulders. The slacks were also sheer white, tightly hugging her shapely legs and ass, and the gossamer white fabric highlighted the thick curls of her dark bush. The two girls stood transfixed in front of the mirror gazing at Candy's body. She looked incredibly fuckable. Susan was only wearing a simple ivory slip and the only sound in the room was the shallow breathing of the two girls and the rustling of Susan's satin against Candy's sheer material.

Susan was standing behind Candy and reaching around to tug on Candy's blouse to tighten the cloth over the erect nipples. Candy couldn't control herself and she brought her hand up to caress Susan's hair as they swayed in front of the mirror.

"This is so sexy," Susan murmured. Did she mean the clothes or the way they were embracing?

"Mmmmm," Candy moaned. "Do you think it's over the top?"

"I just like seeing your fantastic body; if you were mine I'd dress you like this all the time."

"If you were mine, I don't think you'd get any work done," Candy giggled as Susan cupped her breasts and pushed them up. Candy tightened her grip on Susan's neck and rolled her rear into Susan's pelvis.

"Maybe we need a second opinion," Susan finally spoke after they spent quite a few minutes in this pose just swaying in front of the mirror. The lustful longing between them was obvious but neither was ready to make a move. "Why don't you ask Leo what he thinks?"

With a slight groan Candy loosened her grip on Susan and turned around. Her enormous creamy mounds brushed against Susan's and there seemed to be a spark between them. Susan's hands were on her ass and she pulled Candy up into her. "You know, Leo can be quite helpful. I know he'd love to see you like this. Why don't you surprise him and I'll be along in awhile." Giving Candy a quick kiss on the cheek she pushed her away and out the door.

Leo's workshop was across the hall. It was filled with lighting equipment, drafting tables, and models of sets. In the middle of the room was the vintage barber's chair he was so proud of. He was sitting there reading an electrical manual when Candy came in. His back was to her and she put her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?!" she exclaimed playfully.

Leo covered her hands with his. "It can only be the gorgeous Miss Candy Loving! How's the wardrobe coming?"

"We're all set except for this last ensemble. Now keep your eyes closed 'cause, even though we never met, I want your opinion." She took her soft hands off of his face and came around to the front of the chair. She put one of her feet on the footrest of the barber's chair and with one hand on her waist and another behind her head she thrust out her chest and struck a pose. She was still tingling from the teasing time she had with Susan and being alone with Leo this way was just as exciting.

"OK, now open your eyes. I want an honest first reaction."

"Holy Moses," Leo moaned as he took in her body barely hidden by the sheer white threads.

"Do you really like it?" Candy dropped one hand onto his leg. "It's not too strange?"

"Baby, you look dynamite."

"What about the buttons? Should I undo more of them?"

"That could be nice," Leo said, still staring.

Again, a charge filled the room. Candy had the urge to jump on top of him and tear his clothes off. She could see that he was already aroused. This outfit was turning on both of them.

She looked at him as he admired her curvaceous flesh and then she sighed. As if another person were speaking she heard herself whispering. "Could you undo the buttons for me?"

Leo nodded and gulped. Candy slowly came forward and lowered herself into his lap. Watching those eyes, that face, coming close to him was like watching the sun come up in the morning.

She snuggled into his lap rubbing her soft plush bottom against his already throbbing shaft. Very slowly, and very delicately she lifted his hands to the buttons. She watched intently as his fingers touched her. The warmth of his fingers even through the blouse brought out a soft hiss of pleasure from the trembling girl. “I’d love for you to open my blouse,” she purred.

He worked open the first closure and pushed the fabric away, his fingertips running lightly over the tops of her warm creamy breasts. Then he did the next one. More of her succulent flesh came into view. The last button was nuzzled between her two breasts and the back of his hands caressed against the soft skin as her chest heaved in excited panting. Now the only thing holding the blouse closed was the knot at the bottom. He caressed her breasts and her ribs before resting his eager fingers on her hips. He could feel her tremors as she turned her gaze from his hands to his face.

Candy was almost absentmindedly toying with buttons on his shirt. She was speaking softly, in a distracted tone. "Susan found this outfit. I don't know what it's made out of but it feels good against my skin. Do you want to feel it on your skin?" She was now rapidly, almost rabidly opening his shirt to expose his chest.

With a hungry hiss she pushed his shirt off and leaned down. Candy began to brush her nipples, still covered by the thin fabric, against his body. "How does that feel? Do you like the way that feels?" The breasts felt full and warm and moist, heavy against his skin and almost straining through the thin cloth as she pressed them against him urging him to feel their soft and plush comfort. All Leo could do was moan in satisfaction as her soft full breasts tickled his skin.

Candy's warm lips ran lightly across his as she sat up again. She noticed a glass of water next to the chair and she took a long deep drink. For Leo it was a wild sex show as she threw her head back and stretched her long delicate throat and gulped while making sexy noises.

"Ahhhhh," she panted and licked her lips with a grin. Still holding half full glass she held one of her breasts with her other hand. "We were wondering what this would look like wet. Do you want to see?” Suddenly she poured just enough water to cover her breasts with a silver sheen of liquid.

The fabric seemed to first fade then evaporate completely, leaving her awesome breasts glowing like jewels.

"What do you think?" she moaned huskily.

Without a word Leo slowly pulled the knot closing the blouse. As it came undone her creamy flesh came tumbling towards him offering her body to his mouth and hands.

He ran his fingers up her belly then between her now heaving breasts and across her shoulders as he gently pushed the blouse off. It fell to the floor with a delicate rustling sound that was matched by the quick intake of Candy's breath as she realized that she was yielding to him. She was still hot from being with Susan all afternoon and her body was demanding some attention.

Candy twisted her body around so she was laying face up on top of him. Leo had lowered the chair so they were reclining. She braced her feet on the foot rest and using the arm rests too she pushed her body up slightly so it was dangling just above him, barely touching. Then she slowly began to writhe over him paying particular attention with her ass, making sure that his cock, still inside his pants, was caressed by her soft round cheeks. Candy snorted and groaned deeply as his hard shaft pressed against her delicious round bottom. Her eyes were glued to her own massive mounds lying full and firm with the magnificent tan lines accentuating the bright pink of the large areolas and the luscious and meaty nipples.

His hands were racing over her body, reading it like Braille. He traced circles around those yummy breasts as Candy moaned with pleasure, then ran the back of his hands along her ribs and down her flat belly and cupped her pussy and held it firmly, feeling the heat it was radiating through the pants. He was desperately trying to find the opening to those pants but with no luck.

This is the scene that Susan walked in on. She stood at the head of the chair watching the pair, completely unaware of her presence, writhing and moaning in lust. After a few moments she finally spoke, “I guess you like this outfit?”

Leo looked up at her and grinned. Candy was a little wide-eyed and nervous, unsure of what Susan would think about Leo humping a topless playmate. Susan came around to the front of the chair. “Hi, Candy,” she said softly.

“Hi...” was all Candy could get out. Now she was trembling with both desire and anxiety. She watched Susan closely, looking for a reaction. Susan meanwhile was staring at Candy’s fabulous breasts as her boyfriend’s hands slowly traveled up Candy’s curvy torso and gently cupped them possessively.

Candy’s eyes were wide and smoldering. They looked at Susan and revealed her hunger and her apprehension. Candy’s lips quivered unable to form words. Without realizing, she was still running her ass up and down the bulge in Leo’s pants. All she was wearing were the sheer tight white slacks but in the heat of passion her skin was sweating and making them even more transparent. Candy’s bush gleamed like a mysterious black jewel.

Susan’s eyes were smoldering too. All afternoon she had been dressing and undressing Candy and all she could think about was sucking on the playmate’s delicious nipples. Now here was the mouth-watering playmate spread out like a feast.

“Mmmmm,” was all Susan said as she crossed her arms over her chest and with a delicate push of her fingertips guided the thin straps of her slip off her shoulders and let the soft garment fall onto the floor. She climbed onto the chair next to Leo as Candy let out a deep moan.

Leo shifted his body and Candy was a quivering mass of sexual avarice as she was poured between the couple.
Leo and Susan were on their sides with Candy on her back between them.
Her hair was disheveled but lovely as it spread behind her in a dark halo. Her breasts and belly heaved up and down with each agitated breath, her shapely legs stretched out straight with little excited kicking motions. Her eyes flashed back and forth between the couple.

Leo and Susan could not take their eyes off of her. Her breasts were soft pillows of creamy flesh with areolas large as palms and bright pink; they were topped by perky and inviting nipples. Almost at once all three tongues met and slathered all the mouths with wet hungry kisses. Leo and Susan’s tongues began a slow progress down Candy’s throat and towards those munchable mounds. Candy’s hands eagerly reached down with one set of fingers probing Susan’s already wet pussy and the other fingers squeezing Leo’s shaft through his pants.

Leo’s hands were massaging Susan’s nipples as his tongue and teeth worked over Candy’s left breast. Susan was matching his efforts on the other side and she was using her hands to squeeze Candy’s bottom and caress her pussy through the thin fabric.

Candy’s body was completely consumed by lust. Somehow her fingers managed to open Leo’s pants and her hands slid in to grasp the hot flesh of his cock. Susan’s juices were flowing over her other hand. With her chin pressed into her chest she watched the two mouths gobble up her quivering breasts. Almost in unison the two tongues began to bear down on and dig into the very tip of the nipples drawing flames from Candy’s sweet flesh into the hungry mouths of her assailants.

Now Leo had lifted her shoulder and fed more of her body into Susan’s eager lips. He lifted her hair and was kissing and licking the back of her neck and her soft shoulders. Susan’s hand was applying pressure to Candy’s glistening bush. Even through the fabric she managed to tease and taunt Candy’s clit.

With Candy on her side and facing her, Susan had full access to those delectable mounds and her mouth opened wide and ran frantically between the two inviting nipples. One hand continued to tease her clit as the other tried to pull the sheer slacks down. Leo was pulling them down off her ass.

“How the hell do you open these?” Leo groaned in eager frustration.

“We sewed them on,” Susan was able to gasp between gulps of Candy’s sweet skin.

Leo’s hands gripped the edge of the pants at the top of Candy’s ass and with a brutal tug ripped the fabric apart. Her plush round ass looked glorious in his hands as he squeezed them. In seconds Susan and Leo had torn the pants to shreds and with each tear ringing in her ears, Candy felt a thrilling bolt of pleasure race up her spine.

Susan quickly jammed two fingers into the already dripping pussy. Leo’s cock was sliding between Candy’s thighs and the tip was tickling at the bottom of her pussy’s lips.

With one motion Candy gripped Susan’s rear and pulled her against her own body, forcing the blonde’s fingers in deeper and driving Susan’s thumb over her clit. At the same time Candy’s back arched and her mouth found Leo’s for a deep and frantic kiss, their tongues rolling over each other pumping in and out in imitation of Susan’s probing fingers. Her hand found Susan’s pussy and dove in desperately seeking her lover’s clit.

An ever tightening coil of bliss was squeezing Candy’s spine and she knew it was about to burst. With her mouth still full of Leo’s tongue she began to groan like a waking beast. Her other hand was squeezing his shaft and the thumb was beginning to dig into the very tip sending arrows of painful ecstasy up into Leo’s body. Just as he threw his head out to scream with pleasure the coil in her spine twisted to the breaking point.

The orgasm which had been squeezing her cruelly now sprang out in flash after flash of sparks as her eyes glared into Susan’s and she saw her own bliss reflected there. Susan burst open too and the two beauties began to howl and thrash against each other, flooding their fingers with fiery juices.

Susan and Candy continued to howl uncontrollably as the coils in their agitated bodies kept tightening and releasing; the orgasm between them seemed to be one solid knot of steel bursting with shards cutting into them with sweet, tortuous bliss. Candy’s eyes managed to focus for a moment on Susan’s teeth biting down on her erect nipple.

The orgasms were still shooting through Candy as Leo pulled her away from Susan and onto her back. He used one hand to spread her thigh as he lifted himself up and over her. Susan pulled Candy’s other leg open and still throbbing from Susan’s fingers in her pussy Candy felt the hot tip of Leo’s shaft running across those swollen lips.

In a deft motion Susan moved her hand up and guided her boyfriend into Candy’s hot tight sheath. Leo groaned as he felt Candy’s pussy squeeze around him. Susan formed a ring with her thumb and her pointing finger and squeezed the base of the rod securely. Her other thumb found Candy’s clit and went eagerly to work.

Leo paused for a moment luxuriating in the feel of Candy wrapped around his throbbing cock. He looked into her eyes and watched as she pressed her pillowy breasts together and pinched her own nipples. She took her gaze off of her breasts and stared at him. He could see the passion burning and exploding. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Instead she thrust her hips up into him and threw her arms and legs around him.

Their bodies were now hammering into each other mercilessly. Each thrust of the shaft tightened the coil inside Candy; her body shook uncontrollably as she felt the steel rod plunge in deeper with each stroke. She kept lifting into him and rocking her hips to feel his cock in every crevice of her body.

Susan held tightly and refused to release him and she felt his seed building up like flood waters behind a dam. Candy too knew that she was in for a massive load as she felt his shaft vibrate as she squeezed it with her eager body.

Susan loosened her grip for just a moment and the hot seed shot in and burned the coil around Candy’s spine. The charge of the heat sprang into her skull and she screamed and laughed; her eyes looked back and forth between Susan and Leo as her desperate breath made a musical sound with its frenetic hissing. Another salvo burst forth and shot into her skull. Candy knew she was finished, that her mind was fading into pure sexual power. Another burst and the steel shards of bliss tore into her, sparks of metallic colors searing every nerve of her thrashing body. Another burst, filling her almost to the brim. Her legs shot straight into the air and kicked wildly. A long wordless moan formed on her lips as her eyes squeezed shut, behind the lids -- fireworks. Candy’s head snapped back and her spine stiffened as her body began to rattle in spasms of bliss. Another load, this time a long flowing flood of hot seed charging in and filling her up to her belly. It glowed red behind her eyes and she thrust up one last time and as she passed out her nails ran down his back, cutting into his skin, drawing blood.

When Candy awoke later she found herself in a bed with white satin sheets. Soft silk scarves were tied to her wrists and held her arms to the headrest. She looked to the foot of the bed and saw Susan and Leo watching her. As she blinked to wake up she saw Susan lean forward, a large vibrator in her hand.

“Now the fun starts,” Susan moaned as Candy spread her own legs and moaned with her ....