Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

"Faster," he commanded. "Put a little spirit in it, like you did for old Harold. You really dug sucking his dick, didn't you, baby?"

Lynn turned red with mortification. She sucked faster on his hard hot rod, and she felt his strong cock-juice start to bubble out onto her tongue. Again she almost retched.

Green laughed at her discomfort, her cruelly stretched lips, her look of disgust. He enjoyed hurting and humiliating her.

"Listen, baby," he said, "I wanta tell you something. You may have had rich parents, you may have got the idea you were better than other people-but you're a born whore. You think you're too good for this kind of work, but you're nothing but a cunt. That's all you're good for, dig it? You filthy cunt."

She glared at him with fierce hatred. Oh, God, if she didn't need this job so badly, she would have bitten his cock right off. And, damn him, he knew he was safe. He knew he had her. He could do anything he wanted to her.

"That's enough," he said.

Lynn gratefully relaxed her lips, and his rigid, spit-gleaming prick popped out of her mouth, snapping up to hug Green's hairy belly. She rubbed her aching jaws.

"Get undressed," he ordered.

"Oh, God," Lynn moaned, "haven't you had enough?"

Green slapped her. "Do as I say!" he shouted. "I said I was gonna teach you something, and we ain't finished yet. I said you'd even get hot for me. Well, I'm gonna prove that right now."

Weeping, Lynn took off her clothes. This time he didn't paw her.

He just sat on the couch and sneered, as if she were a cheap whore.

"On your back, cunt," he said coldly. "Get them legs spread."

Lynn had to restrain herself from clawing and kicking him. She wanted to batter him to a pulp. Trembling, she lay down on the couch and opened her thighs. Not satisfied, Green seized her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, dangling the other off the edge. Now her legs were spread lewdly wide, completely exposing her pretty pink hair-fringed slit.

"You bastard," Lynn wept.

Green laughed sadistically. "Don't kid me, baby," he said. "You want it. A girl like you never gets enough."

But Lynn didn't want it, not from him. She didn't think she'd feel a thing except loathing. She was due for a surprise. When Green knelt between her legs and fitted the hard slick head of his cock to her moist cunt-mouth, she experienced a sudden tingle of excitement.

Oh, no, she thought, no, I can't want him to fuck me.

But then she realized it wasn't Green she wanted, but his cock. He was right; she never got enough. Years and years of dull fucking with Bill had built up an insatiable need in her pussy. Her body was making up for lost time. She struggled not to show her excitement.

Green grunted as he pushed his prick into her cunt-hole. "You're dry, baby," he said, "but not for long. We'll take care of that..

Lynn felt his long erect dick sliding into her narrow twat, and in spite of herself she shivered with horny excitement. He was well-hung, she had to admit, and he knew what to do. While she fought to hide her pleasure, Green began to saw and jab deliciously in her cunt, sending stabs of sensation through her belly that made her want to moan.

She could suppress her cries of pleasure, but she couldn't stop the telltale creaming of her hot, aroused cunt. Green felt it and grinned evilly at her.

"Yeah," he panted, "you want it, all right.."

She hadn't realized how badly she needed it. Her aroused twat juiced furiously around Green's jabbing prick, and she began to hump her hips helplessly. She panted and clawed the couch, Green was fucking her faster now, harder… It felt incredibly good.

"Whore," he gasped. "I told you. You don't care who you fuck, just so you get a cock stuck up your cunt."

She hated his words, hated him-but she couldn't bear to stop. She needed that long stiff cock desperately. She arched her body up to meet his thrusts, taking his knobby cock-head against her womb. Searing pleasure ripped through her, and as she came, she couldn't hold back her cries any longer.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Lynn shrieked. "Yes, yesssss!"

Vaguely she saw Green's leering face above her, his mocking expression, but she couldn't stop her climax. She moaned hoarsely as she came, and presently she felt his steamy cum shooting into her..

"Well," he sneered, climbing off her, "now I know what all the shouting's about. You're good, baby-real good. I might even give you a raise, If you keep pleasing the customers, that is. And if you keep pleasing me.

Lynn understood. She was to be his plaything, available any time he wanted a free piece of ass. She shuddered-but she knew she'd do whatever Green wanted. She needed the money badly. And she had to admit that she was hooked on this job because she needed the sex, too.

– When she entered the massage room, however, Lynn felt nervous and uneasy. She really didn't know how she was going to handle two men at once. Plus there was her knowledge that Green was watching her on that closed-circuit television. Damn him. She wanted to stick out her tongue at him, but she restrained herself Money, she thought, just think of the money. Bill and Tina are counting on you.

Lynn quickly changed into her uniform. She'd hardly finished before her "special party", as Green had called it, arrived.

Both men were middle-aged but not badly built. One was tall, lean, olive-skinned, and had a hawk-like face. He introduced himself as "George The other man was short, heavily muscled, and had a flat face with traces of old scars. His nose had been broken once. He called himself "Sam".

Struggling to control her nervousness, Lynn flashed them a smile and told them her name. "Would you gentlemen like something to drink before we start?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" said George, who seemed to do the talking both for himself and for Sam. "Bring us a couple martinis."

Lynn was glad to leave the room for a moment. The men looked tough, sinister. They were just a little too flashily dressed, like Tony. They had money, but she suspected it came from bad sources. She was afraid of them.

They accepted their drinks, and George said lazily, "Strip for us, doll. Take it slow."

Lynn blushed right down to her toes, but she obeyed. She didn't have much choice. Green would be watching her, making sure she did a good job. She wondered if the creep jacked off while he watched…

Facing the two men, pink with embarrassment, Lynn slowly pulled her flimsy T-shirt off over her head. There was dead silence. When she emerged from the shirt, she saw both men ogling her big quivering tits as they sipped their drinks.

She dropped the shirt to the floor and reached for the zipper of her shorts. Two hard pairs of eyes remained glued to her. As she slowly tugged down the tight skimpy shorts, revealing the bright brown curls of her snatch, the eyes lowered silently to her pink slit.

Blushing, Lynn stepped out of her shorts and stood naked before her two customers. They went on lazily sipping their drinks, but their eyes swept over her, taking in everything, from her huge firm tits with their big brown nipples, right down to the tantalizing glimpse of pink gash between her thighs.

"Nice," George said at last, "real nice. Tony wasn't kidding, huh, Sam?"

"Nope," said Sam, a man of very few words.

Lynn was very uneasy, not only because of her nakedness, but because she didn't know what to do next. How could she take care of both men at once? Was she supposed to make the pretense of a massage?

Fortunately George took charge of the "party".

He downed his drink and began to undress, and Sam followed suit. Lynn couldn't help staring.

Male nudity, except for her husband's, was still new to her.

Sam, the short stocky one, was averagely endowed. He had a short stubby thick cock, now pale and soft, that wobbled ludicrously from a thick bush of brown hairs. What impressed Lynn more was his powerful physique. The little man rippled with muscles, and his shoulders were very broad. She was sure he had been a professional fighter at one time.