Ray Strong - Sucker virgin

Orgiurio stood over her a moment, then reached down and pulled away the blanket she had used to shield herself.

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, realizing both Mark and Jenna were watching at this moment, too interested to indulge themselves.

But even behind the whimper Orgiurio recognized the plea of the masochist in her, taunting the sadist in him to do his worst. This was one of the many things about Mickey that continued to arouse him.

"You have more lessons to learn," he told her, making his voice sound as contemptuous as possible. "The first one is, where you're concerned, my prick, and mine alone, is the thing you worship. You bow before it like a pagan before an idol. And in the future, it isn't you who says no to me. I'm the one with the right to accept or refuse that hot little cunt of yours. And if I accept it, then I'm the one doing you a favor, understand?"

"No!" Mickey exclaimed. "You're a man, like any other man. You have a cock, just like other men have. Yours may be a little bigger, thicker, and better than most, buy you don't own me. You never will."

Staring at Orgiurio's cock, Jenna turned to Mark Silo and whispered, "She has to be crazy to turn down something like that."

"How about something like this?" Silo asked, brandishing his own hard cock.

"Mmmmm," she murmured. "I can see where you and I are going to have a very enjoyable evening."

"Wait a little," he told her, letting his hand cup her full, solid tit. "It'll be a lot more fun in a while."

"I can hardly wait," she bleated, her hand rubbing her sodden cunt.

Both turned to look at Joe and Mickey. He had thrown the blanket he had taken from her aside, staring with blazing eyes at her white body, so perfectly shaped, so artfully rounded, so superbly constructed.

"You and Mark just get the hell out of here right now, and maybe I'll do both of you the favor of not phoning the police," Mickey snapped at Joe, her voice a mixture of anger and pleading.

"She doesn't seem to want to play," Silo said aloud, a taunting tone in his voice.

"She'll play," Joe assured him. Then, turning to Jenna, he said, "Honey, you're gonna have to hold off just a little bit longer. You see, Mickey is mine, to do with as I please, and she knows it even if she won't say it. Now I have to make her fully conscious of just how much she belongs to me."

"What are you planning to do?" Jenna asked.

"I'm gonna have to have Mark fuck her first. And she'll do it just because I say so. But don't you worry, honey. Before we leave tonight, you'll have more than your fill of both pricks."

"I believe it," Jenna nodded. "You go ahead and do what you feel you have to. It'll just make me hotter and readier when the time does come."

"You're a chick after my own heart," Silo smiled.

"I'm after your cock," Jenna corrected.

"Jenna!" Mickey gasped. "You're on their side, against me! How could you?"

"I'm not against you," Jenna smiled. "I'm on

your side Mickey. The trouble is, you still don't know it. But I have a feeling by the time this night is finished, you'll be more than glad."

"Never!" Mickey barked, resolute in her will to resist, though her subconscious was just begging Orgiurio to force her as he'd done before.

"Want me to jump on her?" Silo asked.

"You mean you'd actually let him touch me?" Mickey asked, shocked.

"Let him?" Orgiurio laughed. "I'll do more than let him. I'll do more than help him, for that matter. I'm gonna make you beg for it, and beg for it from him."

"You must think I'm some kind of cheap tramp!" she screeched, angry because his regard for her was so much lower than hers for him. Though she had snubbed him after that first time, she realized when she saw him just how much she had missed him, and had wanted him to force his cock into her again. But here he was, telling her he had brought someone else to use her, thus reducing her to the level of some kind of animal, to be loaned to whomever needed her.,

"There's nothing cheap about you!" Joe laughed. "But you do belong to me, Mickey. I own you. And the sooner you understand that, the sooner our relationship will settle into a nice groove."

"I said it before," she snapped. "I belong to no one. And if Mark Silo thinks he can stick that thing of his into me, he has another think coming."

"Not only does Mark think he's gonna fuck you, but I think he's gonna fuck you. Not only that, but in a few more minutes even you are gonna think he'll you. In fact, you're gonna beg him to shove it in."

"No chance!" Mickey snapped at the hovering Orgiurio.

"What was that?" he asked, kneeling on the bed beside her and grabbing both tits with his hands.

Even then he felt the soft, warm, smooth flesh tingle under his fingers. It was an effort on his part to keep his eyes from showing how much he enjoyed the feel of her flesh, even if he was grabbing her roughly. The perspiration-covered skin still had a creamy texture to it, and her ripe nipples still felt like delicious berries waiting to be picked. It took all his will power not to lower his head to them and stuff them into his mouth.

His fingers became like icy talons, gripping Mickey's delicate nipples, twisting them, kneading them. Mickey felt the pain, but she also felt the thrill of his rubbing fingertips as he tugged. He was combining pleasure with the pain to give her even more physical gratification.

But for all her enjoyment of the way he was torturing her body, Mickey had no intention of letting him see it. She struggled, trying to pull her tits away from his squeezing fingers, but Orgiurio's weight came down on her, pinning her to the bed. His thighs forced hers apart, exposing her shining pink cunt with the circle of red hair to the eyes of Mark Silo and Jenna Murray.

Silo stared at her cunt, his mouth watering. Not that he wouldn't have wanted Jenna at that moment. But Orgiurio had told Mickey Silo was to fuck her, and so Silo had already accepted that fact. Having accepted it, he stared with voracious hunger at the wet pink meat of the redhead's cunt.

Mickey, even with Orgiurio on top of her, was able to see Silo's face, and in it she could see the hunger he was building for her.

"Now, Orgiurio asked, twisting her nipples a bit more, feeling static thrills shoot through his fingers as they squeezed the lengthening nubbins, "tell me again how you're going to refuse Mark."

"Damn you," she muttered, her teeth gritted because of the overpowering thrill she was getting

from the pain. "Damn you to hell, Joe Orgiurio." "What'd you say?" he asked, twisting her nipples again.

"No more," she pleaded, reveling in her own submission. "No more. It… hurts too much."

Orgiurio slowly eased his squeezing fingers from around her nipples, but just a little. He maintained enough pressure to let her know he'd squeeze even harder if she argued again.

"Now," he told her. "I made Mark a promise, and you don't want me to go back on that promise, do you? You behave properly and prove you're one hundred percent my woman, and after Mark you'll enjoy my cock. But if you give me a harder time, I'll go dig up about a dozen guys from the office who've been daydreaming about fucking you.

"My God, no!" Mickey murmured, aghast at the idea.

The idea of submitting to Orgiurio was enjoyable in its own way. Even the idea of a man like Mark Silo fucking her was nice enough. Hell, it was possible she'd have put out for him anyway in the course of seeking out men with whom to enjoy herself before getting serious. But the majority of the men who worked at the office were old, overweight, and not the least bit attractive.

"You just be a nice, obedient kid," Orgiurio snapped, "and you'll get the kind of cock you like!"

"Okay," she nodded. "Whatever you say, whatever you say."