Unknown - White slave

Jose couldn't take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the young white girl lying so helplessly beneath him. He could feel her warmly taut breasts heaving under him, her nipples poking into the brown flesh of his ass as she breathed heavily in her wanton excitement. Her pale-pink lips were stretched grotesquely as she strained to fit the thick bulk of his brown prick buried to the hilt in her throat, gagging as she tried vainly to accommodate the hot fleshy cudgel that threatened to completely choke her any second. Her dark hair fanned out behind her like a halo; she was a white love Goddess… and she was his to do with as he pleased.

His balls rubbing over his chin, he stepped up the pace of his assault on her white face, grinding his pelvis against her until her nose was rubbing into the hairs above his cock.

It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his prick filled her tender throat hole to capacity. She waited until there was a chance, when his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back thrust, and gulped down a quick swallow of saliva and seminal juices that were almost choking her. It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed, and the thick shaft bored even deeper into her hotly working mouth. His hands were on her hips, unnecessary now for she offered him no resistance, and he was grinning broadly as he watched the naked young girl beneath his sperm-laden testicles gulping and swallowing to take in every inch of his hardened cock. He suddenly stepped up the pace faster still, ramming the full throbbing length far down her throat, as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face. He didn't look around, but he knew his friends must be going out of their minds watching a show like this. But dammit, he'd paid enough for this little bitch to put out for him, and he was going to get his moneys worth.

Sandy caught a glimpse of Neil, standing just a few feet away. He had his cock out! It was as big as his friend Jose's, and he looked as though he aimed to use it!

Jose suddenly jerked back as if in terrific pain, his head thrown back, his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick brown cock as far as it would go down the bruised throat of the girl, his sperm-bloated balls dangling over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face. She couldn't breathe – the huge shaft blocked her throat and his wetly matted hair covered her nostrils like a damp cloth… and then it happened. The final act in this lascivious tableau, the ultimate humiliation. The enormous brown hose tightly imbedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its white hot load deep down into her belly, spurt after spurt of the thick fluid cascaded down her bruised throat in wet, oozing waves, soothing the battered and ravaged flesh as it drained salaciously down into her white heaving belly. Sandy's cheeks hollowed to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips to stream down her cheek to the floor below as she lay on her back, naked and helpless, her legs apart so that the others could see far up between her thighs. They saw her naked hairlined slit, as well as the wanton sight of her milking this brown man's balls dry. And they all found their arousal growing hotter with each passing second.

"That's it, bitch, every drop! Suck it clean, honey!" Jose crooned, a satisfied grin on his darkly handsome face.

The pungent liquid filled her mouth as one last time she gulped it down to join the rest filling her excitedly quivering belly. He gave one last shuddering gasp, smashing his loins down against her face, smearing the hotly oozing flow around her nose and cheeks, as the huge brown organ began to soften, turning rubbery between her tightly compressed lips. He pulled it free with a lewd sucking sound, and it trailed a stream of white sticky sperm over her naked young breasts and along her belly as he rocked back onto his heels. Sandy could breathe again freely for the first time since he had crouched over her, and her bulging breasts rose and fell as she gasped hungrily to fill her aching lungs.

For the first time since he'd started fucking her, there was whispered conversation again in the dimly-lit room from the other men huddled together a few feet away, their eyes on Chris as she sat on the edge of a mattress, her eyes glazed over from the drugs.

"Well, how about you, Neil?" hooted one of the men. "Think you can top that?" Neil was standing to the side his hand already on his waiting, eagerly throbbing cock. Chris turned instinctively and gasped as she saw it, only vaguely aware that it was meant for her. She had fleeting thoughts of running, of escaping, but for the moment, she was paralyzed, unable even to stand unaided.

"Hey, honey," came the menacing voice. Chris turned and faced its source. "Looks like you and me got somethin' to work on."

The befuddled young girl felt hands touch her shoulders, then her arms, and suddenly there seemed to be strong male hands all over her, pushing her, prodding her to her feet.

The jeering voices came through the darkness again, over the raucous roar of the stereo speakers. "C'mon girl, here's your chance for some meat! Let's see what you can do!"

At that moment Chris despised her friend, hated her for getting her into this loathsome situation. As always, it was Sandy who talked her into it. She leapt to her feet, backing away from the man cautiously, intent only on making it to the closed door a dozen feet away.

One of the men jumped and blocked the door. He grinned down at her. "Oh, no you don't, bitch… you ain't running out on us now. You're paid for this… you're a whore… a whore!" he spat. The words stung more than her ears, sluicing through the fogged stoniness of her brain. A whore. It's true, she'd been hired to be a prostitute. All that jive about speaking French and Spanish… all of it was a set up.

She tried to struggle away, but his hand lashed out at her shoulder; she snapped away just as his finger snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were paper. The garment fell away in tow tattered halves, exposing the white firmness of her breasts softly resting in the sheer cups of her bra. "No, please… let me go!"

Both of the men's powerful arms suddenly snaked around her, and with one quick, deft move, he unhooked the three tiny hooks of her bra and yanked it away, throwing it halfway across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes widened as he stared at the frightened blonde's large, ripe breasts, two bulging, pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips. But this terrified young girl wasn't for him now, she belonged to Neil. Almost reluctantly, he shoved her toward the other man.

"Come here!" he growled, and this time Chris knew there was no choice but to obey. Neil was watching eagerly, and he, too, had moved between her and the door, still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge chest. Chris took one half-step toward the door, trying to avoid him, and abruptly found herself in the frenzied, sex-hungry Mexican's clutches. His fleshy lips locked hungrily on hers as his rough tongue darted between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist recesses of her mouth. Chris tried to pull away, to break away from his grip, but he held her tightly with his big hands clamped like vises on her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she could feel the circulation slowing in her hands and wrists. His warmly wet lips left her mouth and traced a line along the curve of her upturned chin, passionately, but gently, nibbling at the soft flesh of her neck before moving down along the smooth expanse of her chest. The horrified girl's blood ran cold as Neil's voraciously sucking lips neared the fleshy swell of her agitated breasts; another instant, and they were hotly clamped around the pinkish-brown halos of her nipples. Now his glistening tongue whirled around the hardening tips of her quivering breasts, and his sharp teeth nipped playfully at the swelling little nipples. Chris knew Sandy was watching, she knew her best friend was somewhere there in the darkness, watching as she was dragged into the lowest, vilest depths of humiliation and depravity. She was once again, the second time in less than 24 hours, being treated like a whore. But how unlike last night! Francois had been such a gentleman. Now she was nothing but a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to fondle, to caress. Theirs to empty their seething loads of sperm into, just a lust-receptacle for these… savages!