Norma Egan - Virgin in heat

"Camera?" Wendy gasped. "Oh, no, you're not going to take my picture like this, are you?"

"I got a picture of every chick I ball," Dan said with a grin. "Either you go in my collection, or the deal is off. You ain't gonna get difficult with me now, are you, baby?"

Wendy sighed and said meekly, "No Mr. Taylor."

She could hardly bear the thought of being photographed in that obscene position, and she could well imagine Dan Taylor showing off his picture collection to his leering buddies, telling where and how he'd fucked each girl. Her naked pussy would be there for anyone to see. But again she had no choice, not if she wanted that title.

Ned Yates scurried out of the room and returned quickly with a camera. He held it up and focused it on Wendy. She stiffened, waiting for the flash bulb to go off, but Ned just stood waiting. Then Dan Taylor stood up and quickly shucked his clothes.

Wendy gawked. Dan was quickly out of his jeans and shirt and moccasins, and then she was looking at one of the most famous bodies in the country – except that the TV audience had never seen this much of it. Dan was heavily muscled and in excellent shape, his broad chest matted with blond hairs.

As he walked over to Wendy, his swollen cock wagged lewdly before him, the little slit mouth drooling bright bubbles of prick-juice. Dan dropped to his knees before Wendy and inserted the fat purple head of his cock into the little moist mouth of her cunt. He pushed in just an inch and then held, still.

"Okay, Ned," he said, "fire away."

Ned began taking photos of them in that position, Wendy with her legs lewdly spread, Dan with his cock halfway into her snug little twat. At first Wendy was overcome with shock, but that soon changed into deep mortification and shame. God knew who was going to see those pictures of her being fucked by Dan Taylor.

"Smile, honey," Dan said with a grin. "I like all my women to look happy."

Wendy forced herself to smile as if she were having the time of her life. In fact she didn't feel the slightest excitement about having Dan Taylor's cock in her, not with Ned Yates scurrying around taking pictures and Marty Green leering in the background. It was the most humiliating moment of her life.

When Ned was finished, Dan stood up, his stiff prick popping out of Wendy's tight little cunt. "Okay, honey," he said, "the picture session is over. Now I want you to go lie on the rug, right over there."

Miserably Wendy obeyed, wondering what new humiliation was in store for her. She lay down on her back in the center of the room and waited. Her guess was that Dan Taylor would ball her in front of his buddies, and she steeled herself for the ordeal. She'd have to pretend to love it, of course, faking hot horny excitement.

As she'd expected, Dan strolled over to her, his stiff cock wagging obscenely. "Spread them legs, honey," he said with a leer.

Wendy obeyed, spreading her long legs wide and bending them at the knees. Dan got down and knelt between her silky thighs and pushed his cock roughly into her. At last she felt some arousal. Even in these embarrassing circumstances it felt nice to have her greedy little box stuffed with thick hard cock-meat.

"Oh, great!" Wendy gasped. "Ummmmmmm," Wendy sighed.

Dan chuckled and settled down on her, his hair-matted chest tickling her big ripe boobs. He started to ball her slowly, leisurely, working his stiff six-inch prick deep in her hot snug box. Wendy quickly began to groove on it, and her clinging cunt creamed hotly around his probing dick.

"That feels real nice, honey," Dan sighed. "Yeah, I can feel you getting wet far me."

Wendy would have been a lot wetter, a lot less modest, if she hadn't had an audience. Marty and Ned had wandered over, drinks in hand, to stand right by them and watch. They were grinning lewdly as they watched Dan's tight-muscled ass wriggling and pumping as he worked his stiff dick in Wendy's hot little twat.

"Whaddya think, boss?" Ned chuckled. "She as good as I told you?"

"Real good," Dan sighed. "Nice tight pussy. Yeah, Ned, she'll do just fine."

Wendy closed her eyes and tried to pretend that Marty and Ned weren't watching her getting laid. She tried to imagine that she was alone with Dan Taylor and that the famous star was in love with her. That added to her excitement. She wondered what it would really be like, though. She'd balled plenty of men, but love had never been involved.

Meanwhile Dan's stiff thick cock worked tirelessly in her creamy little hole, probing and stuffing her deliciously. Wendy began to move her hips in time to his strokes, arching her body up to meet each deep thrust of his dick, rubbing her horny little clit along his hard hot shaft. Soon she was whimpering with pleasure.

"Ummmmm, yes," she sighed, "yes."

Dan chuckled and said, "Feels pretty good to you, huh, honey? You dig my cock?"

"Oh, God, yes," Wendy whined. "Don't stop. I love it."

Marty and Ned snickered, spoiling her romantic mood. Wendy opened her eyes again and saw them leaning over her, leering, watching her every movement. She wished they'd drop through the floor and disappear. She wanted to be alone to enjoy the deep slow thrusts of Dan's thick cock-meat.

But she'd just have to fake her pleasure. She was really getting off on Dan's leisurely long fucking, and she wasn't being at all phony when she whined and moaned and bucked her slim hips in time to his strokes. Soon, in spite of her leering audience, she was coming close to orgasm.

Then she couldn't control herself at all. She clung to Dan and moaned, "Oh, yes, fuck me, FUCK ME. I want it. I want to come. Just a little more PLEASE."

Dan chuckled and said, "Ned, you really picked a hot one this time. I tell you, this little filly ain't faking it. She's WET. She's really digging it." Ned Yates beamed. His job was to work his ass off to please his boss, and this time he'd obviously succeeded. He winked at Wendy as he watched her being fucked. Wendy certainly didn't feel like returning the gesture. But at least Dan was pleased with her performance, and that was all that mattered.

Dan grinned down at her and said, "So you're really getting off on this, huh, honey?"

"Oh, God, yes," Wendy moaned.

"Well," Dan chuckled, "I'll make it even better for you. Better for all of us." He glanced up at Marty and Ned and said, "Why don't you boys get naked?"

His two buddies grinned and began to strip. Wendy had no idea why he wanted them to watch the scene naked, but she steeled herself to go along with any kinky scene Dan might come up with. She wasn't interested in Ned's familiar skinny body, though she did admire his stiff thick seven-inch dick.

Marty Green was even less fascinating without his clothes. He was tubby, pale and hairless, and his stiff little cock was only about four inches long and rather skinny. Ned and Marty leaned over the fucking couple, grinning eagerly, their erect pricks bubbling hot cock-juice, their rosy balls full and swollen.

"Okay, honey, we're gonna flip over," Dan panted.

He seized Wendy around the waist and easily flipped her over so that she was lying on top of him. "Sit on me, baby," he leered. "Let's see them pretty boobies."

Wendy blushed but obeyed. She sat erect on his slow-probing cock, her big ripe breasts quivering and bouncing as he fucked her. His two buddies had a much better view of the action now. They could watch Dan's juice-soaked prick moving in and out between Wendy's plump pink pussy-lips.

"Okay, Marty," Dan said, "climb aboard."

"With pleasure," Marty Green chuckled.

Wendy didn't understand what was happening as Marty knelt behind her – not until he pressed the hard little head of his cock against the tightly-clenched mouth of her asshole.

"Oh, my God, NO," she gasped.

Dan frowned at her. "Now honey," he said, "you want that title or not? This is the big time, baby. You gotta pay the price."