Henry Morgan - The drivers

Susan remained oddly detached from the young girls' predicament. She had been placed on too many different cocks to get sentimental over two girls simply being put through their paces by two Drivers. No, she had been fucked by Jack, and no doubt later she would be by H, she had been fucked by Lincoln, had the skin almost leathered off her arse by Bingo and been fucked by half the bikers in Yorkshire. When Tania and Cora had been ridden as hard and as often as that, then, maybe, only then, she might feel sorry for them. They had a lot to learn.

The tape came to an end and began rewinding automatically. As she waited for it to finish Susan wandered over to the fridge in search of some food. Expecting to find it empty she was amazed at what was in there. Not only had he left various yoghurts and sandwiches, but bottles of ice cold Budweiser filled one complete shelf. She took one back to the settee and chose another video. As she expected it was another tape of H and his mates fucking various women. She watched a few minutes before stopping the tape and trying another. By and large they were all the same, so it wouldn't be long before she found herself in a remake of Deep Throat or Indecent Proposal. Though in her version, she suspected Robert Redford would get his end away for a lot less than a million dollars.

With only Hell Raisers' constantly pounding hips for company Susan found the beer a great comfort. By mid-afternoon she'd got through several bottles and was sitting on the toilet watching another video of him fucking a middle aged woman in his cab, when he entered the room.

"Don't get up," he joked, going to the fridge and taking a Bud for himself.

Despite the beer she felt quite nervous. After watching him screwing dozens of different girls all afternoon she knew there was nothing he wouldn't do to her. All she could do was rely on her wits and be prepared to do his bidding. As she had told herself earlier when watching Tania and friend, you may as well do it the first time, as be made to do it after a leathering.

Her pee finished she rose and pulled up the thong he had told her to wear, thankful she had left the underwear on, even though it was very tight.

"Come here," he said, in a quiet firm tone. "Enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," said Susan. "Very much. And thanks for the food and the beer."

He motioned for her to turn around so he could undo the belt that connected her to the loop in the floor.

"I always look after my girls. As long as they are good, they've got nothing to worry about. Let me look at you."

She did as he said, remaining in front of him so he could examine her body.

"Your make-up needs fixing," he told her. "Go and do it."

She went straight to the shower area and checked in the mirror. Her spiky hair was still stiff but her eye shadow was smudged. Urgently she searched the drawers for more cosmetics and began repairing her looks.

"So, now you know what I like?"

She licked the tip of a tissue and wiped away some stray lip stick.

"You like to be sucked, especially on the tip. And you like to give it to a girl doggy fashion." She looked back at him over one shoulder. "And you're not too careful which tunnel you drill."

H let out a broad laugh and pointed to a chair opposite. She sat in it, back upright, legs together.

"And what if I want my end sucked now?"

She smiled seductively. "Then you would get it."

"And back door access?"

"Whatever," she cooed. "Whenever."

"How about now?"

Susan rose from the chair, turned her back to him and pulled the thong to one side. Then she knelt up on the seat and pushed back her bottom, her thick sex lips squashed between her curved thighs.

In a moment he had removed all his clothes but made no attempt to go over to her. Instead he dropped down onto the settee and beckoned to her. When she stood by the side of him he lifted one leg, leaving her in no doubt that his semi-turgid prick required her attention. She leant forward and slipped the black member between her lips, running her tongue around it before beginning the familiar bobbing of the head that signified a cock firm enough to fuck a willing mouth.

"Underneath!"

Susan withdrew his prick from her mouth before slipping her tongue along its length to seek out his balls. She felt his fine pouch hairs brush her face as her tongue travelled over the tight straining sac in search of his anus, finding its salty bud with the tip. The sweat from a day's work mingled with a myriad other odours while the powerful flavours of his arse assailed her delicate tongue.

"Keep going," he instructed, wallowing in the sensations of the skilful tongue reaming him. The more obvious reaction to such feelings were to hold the woman's head in place, but that denied control, and control was what the black man was exercising. Susan would have to keep at her task until he removed her from it. He knew that, and from her actions so did she. He dropped his head over the arm of the settee, allowing her wet probing muscle to pleasure him further.

She was good!

Almost too late he realised his spunk was half way up his rod. A few more flicks of her tongue and he was going to fire the lot.

"That's enough," he said. "Sit in the chair."

She stopped on command and returned to the seat, adopting the same posture as before. He pulled himself up on one elbow and with his free hand began slowly pumping his meat. Sweat bubbled on his brow and his breath became irregular.

"Legs up."

She complied.

"Knees apart."

Her swollen lips were split by the thong's thin leather lace as she slipped down in the chair.

"Nice," he said in a low whisper. "You know what you're going to get, don't you?"

Susan nodded.

"Take off the underwear."

She folded the tiny garments as best she could and placed them on a small black coffee table.

"Kneel."

He rose and towered above her, his bloated cock inches from her face, the black painted lips complementing the dark skin of the shaft. She considered kissing it, but if he hadn't said it was better to wait.

The black man stepped back and admired her perfectly smooth mons, the puffy sex bags clearly visible below it. Susan didn't have large tits, but they were firm and well shaped and he stepped forward to take a handful of the creamy flesh. His large hands pulled at her breasts while powerful fingers gripped each nipple, pinching and squeezing them, leaving her in no doubt that it wasn't a matter of giving but of taking.

"On the settee," he ordered. "Arse up, face down."

She'd seen enough of him in action to realise this was going to be it. Climbing on the settee she assumed the position for fucking. He didn't join her straight away. He pulled a hidden lever and the settee folded down to form a bed, then he climbed behind her and positioned himself between her legs, opening wide the cheeks of her bottom.

He licked his finger and dipped it into her cunt, undecided what to do first. She was welcoming and wet and he felt her push back against his probing digit. Just when she thought he had chosen, he pushed another finger in her arse. Unprepared for it, the intrusion made her jump. That was a mistake. Noting the impressive length and girth of his cock she had endeavoured to keep him out of her backside and up the right tube. That involuntary nervous tremor would have told him that, and, she knew from experience, making the girl pay was what made these men tick.

The tap of blunt cock against her bum hole confirmed her fears. There was no protection against his invasion. The tight sphincter began to give as the black pole squeezed its way slowly inside, his bullying glans forcing a yelp as her arse muscle gave way to its entry.

Susan pushed her face into the leather and bit it and grimaced. Her body shook in time to the pounding from his hips and she steadied herself for the flood. It wasn't long in coming. Withdrawing quickly he took great delight in holding up her legs and watching the cum leak from her bottom. After that he had her clean him up with her tongue, ready for the rest of the night.