Jackson Robard - A girl's best friend

Again, she felt a constriction in her throat, and she had to fight down her immediate reaction toward denial, or pretending ignorance at his meaning. Dear God, if Daddy ever needed her, it was now! This horrid man knew why she was there… the very purpose she'd had in mind when she entered his apartment! Hadn't he already told her father that she was his price for saving him from whatever it was… and now she knew what it was! Prison! Oh, God, this was no time for coy little girlish antics! She steeled herself and answered him in a firm tone.

"Yes, Mr. Jenkins… that's exactly why I'm here!"

Her reply startled the misshapen dwarfed millionaire and he felt his heavy shaft lengthen satyrically. The delicious little bitch! He slipped forward in his chair toward its edge. "Did he send you… your father, I mean?"

Katie stared at him, her smooth brow wrinkling as his words registered. "Send me? My God, no! He'd die if he knew I was here! Nobody knows! I told you… I overheard Mommy and Daddy talking… and I'd do anything to protect either of them…! I want you to know that, Mr. Jenkins…!"

The ogreish man's evil grin broadened. He felt his small hands begin to perspire at their palms as his cock commenced to throb and jerk noticeably in his tailored pantleg. Christ, it was going to be more delightful than he'd even anticipated. She'd come of her own volition, fully conscious of what was expected of her! And no one knew! That was the nippy point of the whole thing, because not twenty minutes after she'd called, her mother had done the same thing, making an appointment to "discuss some matters" with him, and he'd suspected some sort of trap. But it was obvious to him now that neither was aware of the other's plans… and that should prove Goddamned interesting before the afternoon was over.

He held his grin, pleased now that he'd let the housekeeper off for the rest of the day, and said: "You a virgin, my dear?"

The question startled Katie; she hadn't been prepared for it. "I… I don't see what difference that makes!"

Jenkins sniggered. "Which means that you're not," he said, while Katie watched his evil little tongue licking at his lips sensually. "They seem to be a rare species these days, and especially among you young people… which is fine with me. I never did like to break in a new cunt, pet."

As many times as Katie had heard, even used the four-letter word herself, she'd never known it to sound so gross, so obscene as it did spewing from his vile little mouth. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't deny the galvanic sensation his foul use of the lewd word set off in her young loins and belly. God, she thought fleetingly, was it possible that already that day she had been through two wild sexual experiences, and still her senses could be aroused pruriently… even by the likes of this ugly man? She must be cursed… had to be…!

Darrel Jenkins had devoted too much of his life to licentious debauchery not to detect the slightest symptom of stimulated female libido, and he recognized it immediately in the enticing young blonde's expression. Again, his prick gave a lustful jerk inside his pants and he saw her enchanting blue eyes focus there and widen emotionally.

He chuckled foully. "It fascinates you doesn't it, Katie… my cock, I mean… that is what you're looking at, isn't it?" Once more, he made his lewd little sniggering sound as he watched her cheeks redden. "You're wondering just what the prick of a deformed man might look like… if it's misshapen too… right, my dear?"

Katie couldn't speak. He had read her mind, as if he were looking right through her eyeballs into her brain; but it was his continuous mouthing of the four-letter words that was whetting her excitement and she couldn't seem to help herself…

"Well," he added, "… let's find out, shall we? Come here!"

Katie could only stare at him; she felt her soft young body stiffen, doubting that her legs would support her if she arose from the chair. She swallowed tightly, then managed: "I… please… I–I can't…"

"You can't?" he repeated, his small eyes narrowing. "I see… well, in that case, I guess there's nothing I can do for your dear Daddy, Katie." He got to his feet abruptly, his reckless, chicken-breasted torso assuming a more grotesque appearance from a standing position. "You might just as well leave. I'm a busy man, girl… too busy to waste time with you…"

"Wait! Please wait?" Katie pleaded, struggling to her own feet unsteadily. "I… I'll do whatever you say… only… you've got to help Daddy!"

Jenkins stared at her for a long moment, pretending at formulating a decision. Actually, he knew he'd won; she was his now to play with. The bitch! The little luscious fucking bitch! What a sweet toy she was going to make him… she and her voluptuous mother, too! He dropped back onto the edge of his chair, hungrily gaping at her standing there…

"All right," he half-hissed, wetting his lips habitually. "Take off your clothes… while I watch!"

Katie could scarcely breathe! She tried not to think of the horrible man before her, only of her beloved Daddy and Lee… yes, of Lee, her darling Lee! What she was doing would be for all of them… to hold their beautiful family together…! She had to… had to…!

"Well?" Jenkins prodded. "Are you or aren't you?"

Slowly, automatically, Katie reached up behind her to unfasten the zipper of her dress. There was really no choice, was there? She'd brought herself into the picture… now she could either submit to whatever obscene act pleased him, or destroy her father for certain… Oh, God, help me! Give me the courage…!

Her fingers moved numbly as she slipped her dress down over her shoulders and stepped out of it, tossing it onto the chair she had occupied; then, as she realized fully what she was doing, she sensed the uncontrollable tingling sensations flitting over her again, the same wild fermentations that seemed to be almost constantly with her anymore, spurring her into beastial acts as well as forbidden incestuous ones with her Lee… and now, this! God almighty! What was going to become of her…?

Darrel Jenkins watched in lust-filled fascination as she removed her dress and tiny slip, until she stood before him clad only in white bra, panties, garter belt and hose. His breathing began to rasp hotly from his throat as he started to conceive of what he would do to, and with her, while his heavy shaft jerked with lascivious throbs inside his shorts, and then he noticed the tiny, almost masochistic gleam of excitement sparkling in her lovely blue eyes, and a wild charge of salacious desire raced through him.

The whorish little cant! She wants it all right! Hell, she looks as if she can't help herself! Damn, a nympho in the making… cock struck… a rare little mother-lode of ass! Jesus Christ…!

"Come on, pet, don't stop now," he encouraged. "I want to see your sweet little cunt… those firm tits and tight round ass! Hurry…!"

The lascivious sight of his obscene small mouth spewing the filthy words at her only served to increase the prurient agitations that had burst ungovernably alive within her belly, and Katie responded instantly to his stimulus until she stood naked before him like a youthful golden Goddess.

Oh God… I can't help myself!

Women, girls, teenagers and younger, Darrel Jenkins in his insatiable lust had never been able to get enough, but both this enticing creature and her mother had peaked his sadistic and lecherous passion too long not to be savored to the fullest. He'd planned their seduction for three years, when this magnificent golden creature before him had been no more than twelve and he'd first laid eyes on both her and her mother at a bank staff family picnic, then carefully cultivated and groomed their avaricious father-husband into his compromised position… until now, the palatable culmination of all his efforts was about to be fruitfully reveled in.