Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he reached down and squeezed her soft lips tighter around his hotly throbbing penis, continuing the even stroking motion he was now making into her mouth. The other hand moved over her magnificent ripe breasts, tweaking the little pink nipples alternately between his fingers until he could feel them leaping into eager hardness in response to his touch.

The semi-conscious young woman shifted slightly on the bed beneath him, moaning softly as though she were gradually becoming aware of his presence. He held himself still, grasping his achingly hard cock, afraid for a moment that his drug-potion had not done its work completely. His heavy pulsating shaft slipped lightly from between her parted wet lips, leaving a few almost invisible threads of sticky cock-lubricant trailing behind it.

"Oh, Robert, my darling husband," she mumbled thickly through the mind-numbing effects of the drugs. "We've waited for so long. Come to me my darling. Please…"

The bride of only a day had become dimly aware of the maddening waves of sensation coursing through her veins and, in her drugged condition, thought she had seen the shadowy movement of her husband in the room. She was totally unaware that she was half-dreaming, and that her erotic feelings were being caused not by her love for her husband, but by the hashish and sleeping potion in the milk and brandy she had drunk. She knew only that it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her troubled mind and that now things would be all right between them. Robert would be considerate of her feelings now and would take her as she had always dreamed he would. She could feel her blood stirring hotly deep within her belly, and she knew she wouldn't fail him this time.

Osman smiled to himself above her. The mixture had worked its strange magic as it always had before.

The little bitch thinks I'm her husband, he grinned lewdly to himself. He remembered that her passport identified her as a single American girl of twenty-two years, which meant that she must have been married only recently to this Robert. Perhaps they had never even fucked yet. The thought that she might still be an innocent, untried virgin made his thick expanded cock jerk wildly in his hand, and he stroked the throbbing rod slowly, running his free hand lightly over the full enticing mounds of her breasts and down over her quivering white belly to the mysterious blonde pubic triangle below. Gently he shoved her manipulating hand away from her moistly responding cunt, thrusting his own extended middle finger into the ready and waiting wetness inside.

"Ohhh, darling, darling. Be gentle," the girl droned on beneath him. "I'll make you so happy, Robert. Please be gentle."

Penny was dreaming on, her body now becoming alert to the magic caresses turning her tingling body into a hot vessel of passionate desire. Tiny thrilling goosebumps dotted the whiteness of her druggedly sensitive skin while hot flashes of sheer unadulterated lust shot up through her widespread loins.

God, how she wanted him! Her body ached and burned to be touched gently and with understanding as he was doing it now.

The new bride pushed from her thoughts the insensitive rape her young husband had subjected her to in the hotel earlier that night. She just wanted to make up for all the time she had denied him and herself the natural ways of merging their bodies into one. She felt as though she wanted him to climb right up inside her, to possess her, to still the thunder and hot lightning that was building up deep, deep inside from the ministrations of his maddening fingertips playing softly over her defenseless nakedness.

Perhaps he would understand her now, understand that she herself had suffered as much as he had while they were waiting – that she had wanted him badly too. Now it was different, she was thinking in her dreamy drug-induced state; they were here together alone, and now they were married and completely free to give each other all that they had to give.

In a mental haze, she passed her tongue slowly over her moist lips, savoring the pungent taste of aroused cock still clinging to them. It did strange things to her – the odor and taste coursing through her entire being like a love potion, lighting little fires in her turgidly erect nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve ends deep up in her warm throbbing vagina. She writhed and twisted her body on the bed, groaning softly up into the dimly-lighted room. She could feel tiny dewdrops of moisture gathering down there between her legs as her nakedly palpitating pussy lips began a slow spasmodic contracting, clasping wetly together up between her quivering thighs.

Osman grinned, his greedy dark eyes feasting lewdly on her unconsciously squirming nakedness.

Gently he pulled his finger from her cunt and moved his knees on the bed, crouching on all fours over her undulating young body, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. Then he crawled up between them, his knees pressed outward against her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the openly spread pinkness of her loins. He passed his tongue hungrily over his lips as his eyes bored down at her gleaming pussy rotating sensuously and expectantly just below his extending tongue. He could see her moist juices glistening in the tiny pink opening of her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full length of the delicious narrow valley of tender young pussy-flesh. Her flowing love-juices trailed on down between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks pressed tightly into the mattress below.

Through half-closed eyes, the drugged young blonde could see her husband's face, dimly visible as he leaned down between her widespread legs. She could feel the flat open palms of his hands pressing outward against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them even farther apart. Her most secret treasure was offered up to him to use as he wished, and she held her breath as he lowered his face closer and closer and then suddenly – she felt the first searing contact!

The lustful Turk's hot probing tongue lashed out lightly over her quiveringly erect clitoris.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying pressure of tongue on pussy-flesh, her whole body jerking wildly up at him, as his warm moist lips closed hungrily over the entire quaking mound at the base of her belly. His face was lost to her view, buried in the fine blonde fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly again to enjoy the wet tickling kisses he was planting in the tenderly shuddering furrow, his moist tongue flicking serpent-like at the dilated opening of her cunt.

Her hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering swells of her breasts and brushed over the smooth plane of her shivering belly, coming to rest at her loins, on either side of Osman's avidly sucking lips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing sensations coursing through her tender skin, and then she salaciously spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips fuller access to her hotly throbbing inner crevice.

The night manager's wetly searing tongue shot out again and again, its flicking tip circling the erected clitoris while his lips sucked ravenously, drawing the warm slippery pussy-walls into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled playfully at the pink outer flanges as his tongue darted in and out of the succulent cuntal mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed lightly around the turgid nub of her clitoris tugging at it as though he wanted to bite it off, his greedily pointed tongue darting repeatedly over its rigid tip.

The defenseless young wife groaned huskily as the hot probing wetness licked against the straining pink bud and she bucked her loins tighter up against his face. Slowly he let her tiny clitoris slip out from between his teeth and began laving his saliva-soaked tongue up and down the length of her desire-moistened pussy-slit. Starting at the lower belly and slithering its way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping vagina, the questing tongue slipped down, down into the crevice of her clenching buttocks, probing in heated search of the tight puckered anus below. Her hips were now grinding impatiently down into the squeaking bed while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her clenched teeth.