Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

Johnny felt his own orgasm building and knew that it wouldn't be much longer, before he pumped the little bitch full of his thick and slimy juices. The ache in his balls told him that his climax would be a big one, bringing forth a torrential river of semen – an orgasmic gusher which would fill her inexperienced little pussy to overflowing and would puddle up on the vinyl-covered mattress beneath her ass as it flowed from her steaming cunt like lava from a volcano.

"Ooohhh, God," she moaned. "I'm going to explode. Oh, I can't hold it in any more. Oooooohhh, I'm cuuummmingg!"

Her words were all that it took to drive the Black gangster over the brink. His body was coated with a glistening sheen of sweat as he rocked and rolled atop her, driving his cock forward and back in a relentless arc of triumph. Then, as the hot juices of her orgasm bathed his cock like the healing waters of some health-giving mineral spring, he felt his climax beginning.

His balls were churning like corks in a torrent of white water, pumping their load of cum juice up into his cock through the long thin tube that would carry the hot cream to the tip of his desire bloated hardon. Then his penis expanded like an elephant's trunk filling with water and preparing to spray it over everything before it.

Connie could feel the huge fleshy pole rearing back in preparation for the pumping, bursting blast of white-hot lava which would begin spewing forth any second. The waves of her orgasm were coming faster and closer together and she tightened the clasping pressure, of her thighs drawing, the muscular Black criminal against her tightly, forcing the curling hair around the base of his cock to flatten against her pubic bone, scourging her clitoral mound as he rotated his hips sensuously.

And then it began! The first spurt of semen shot from the throbbing tip of his prick spraying the back wall of her cunt with its searing heat. His cock expanded and contracted rhythmically, like a syringe filling with some precious life-giving serum before shooting it into her lust-inflamed body. She felt the rubbery tip of his prick crashing painfully against the quivering knob of her cervix and grunted in pleasure-pain with each instroke. She was rapidly approaching the peak of her second orgasm – the most fulfilling experience of her life.

Then, as their bodies writhed in harmonious unison toward the peak of their mutual climax, she felt herself slipping over the top to ride slowly and sensuously down the long descending slide of anti-climax. The warm wetness that had inundated her cunt was oozing thickly out from between its lips and running down her spasmodically tensing thighs.

She continued to move her pelvis up and down rhythmically, trying to prolong the ecstasy of the moment, to make it last forever. But nothing does. A moment later Johnny's prick, once powerful and mighty, slipped from her pussy, a flaccid tube of tender meat. A long sticky string of love cream trailed from its still-enlarged tip connecting it with the puckered lips of her cunt as Johnny heaved a sigh of satisfaction and rolled over next to her on the mattress. Hot little number, he thought. Maybe I'll keep her around for a little while.

Next to him, Connie was moaning softly, her hand running lovingly over the swell of her breasts and the taut white skin of her belly. She twined her fingers in her moistly glistening pubic hair, already beginning to stimulate herself to excitement again. For the first time in her life she got a clear glimpse of her destiny. She knew that she was forever bound to Johnny Walker, chained to him inexorably and capable of no life without him. Unless she could always know that his cock was there to torment and excite her, her life would be meaningless. She had become a slave, not only to her own desires, but to his as well.

She turned her head slowly to look at the big man's cock. Even in its relaxed state, it was huge. It lay limp, like dead halibut, its thick body rising from the hairy ocean of his curly black pubic hair and lying uselessly across his cum-streaked thigh. She reached for his prick, cupping it in her hand like a rosebud. She wanted it to get hard again so that Johnny could use it on her once more, thrilling her as he had just done. Toying lovingly with the thick collar of dark flesh that ringed the thick shaft just below the mushroom shaped head, she felt it stir slightly. Perhaps there was hope!

Sitting up quickly, Connie bent over the Black racketeer's body, bringing her face close to his stirring but still-flaccid prick. She puffed a short blast of hot breath across it and reached out experimentally with her tongue to lick gently at the dewey head, tasting the salty-sweet combination of juices, that coated the gradually thickening organ. She opened her mouth wide, taking its entire head into her mouth as she had seen the girl on stage at the Glass Onion do the night before. It no longer disgusted her to kiss and lick a man's prick. In fact she found that it was arousing her, perhaps even more than it was arousing him. Her nipples were hardening with passionate desire as she sucked more and more of the hardening member into her warm oral cavity.

She moaned softly as she ate him, the sound setting up an erotic vibration in her mouth and throat, massaging Johnny's prick like an electronic vibrator. He arched his back slightly raising his groin for her convenience. She lapped and sucked hungrily at his cock, wanting to bring it to full erection as quickly as possible so he could bury it once more in the warm wet depths of her insatiable and voracious pussy. The thick piece of black meat was hardening as its shaft became engorged with blood. She could feel the long vein which coursed along its underside throbbing erotically as the organ inflated and hardened.

Suddenly, Johnny's fingers were in her hair, pulling her mouth from his stiffening cock. "Wait a minute," he said. "There's going to be lots of time for that. But first I want to give you a little reward. You've earned it."

He sprang from the mattress, landing on the balls of his feet like some jungle panther. Then he headed for the royal blue bar in the corner of the room. "No," Connie wailed. "I don't want a drink. I want your cock."

"Oh, don't worry about that," he said, his hands working where she couldn't see them. "This isn't a drink. It's something better than that. Now roll over and close your eyes. And you shall receive a big surprise."

"Then, you will fuck me again?" she asked, a pleading note in her voice.

"Then, I'll fuck you again," he answered. "I promise." As he moved toward her, his cock swung from side to side like the pendulum of some obscene clock. Now that she was lying face down, he had a perfect view of her ass. It was magnificent – the cheeks smoothly rounded and shiny with sweat. Holding his hand behind his back he dropped to his knees on the floor next to the platform. Leaning over her, he licked one of her glistening buttocks, polishing a small area of sweaty skin with his tongue. Then, moving his head out of the way, he brought his hand from behind his back. A gleaming hypodermic syringe filled with a clear liquid glinted in the room's light as he brought it to one of her firmly rounded asscheeks.

As he jabbed the needle into the square of skin that he had just licked clean, Connie jumped. "Ow," she said. "What was that?"

"Heroin, baby," he answered. "And there's lots more where that came from. You're going to love it."

Connie sat heavily down on the edge of the sagging double tied and began unbuttoning the buttons of her sweater, the garment falling, open to reveal the grimy material of her white brassiere. She was conscious of the john standing over, her and watching her as she undressed. Without even looking up at him, she said, "Ten dollars, if you don't mind. In advance." It hadn't taken her long to learn that a hooker who didn't collect in advance might not collect at all. She held her hand out for the crumpled ten that he thrust into it. Smoothing the bill, she folded it in quarters and slipped it into her purse dropping it casually to the floor. Then she returned her fingers to the buttons of her sweater. When all the buttons were open, she slipped out of the sweater and tossed it to the floor. A moment later she unsnapped her bra and shrugged it over her shoulders, tossing it carelessly on top of her sweater. She stood up and unsnapped her pants, stepping wearily out of them and adding them to the heap on top of her sweater and bra. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and was about ready to pull them down when the john stepped in front of her and placed his hands on hers.