Val Marrick - Whipped niece

Hans was looking straight at the delicious slit of his sister's pussy when he came.

His cock expanded as a charge of jism traveled along its jerking length. Liz cried out, aware only that the horrid, bloated fullness of her asshole was getting even worse. Then the come blew into her asshole from the tip of the imbedded prick, and she learned what real pain was like. The saline come burned her raw ass channel like hot acid!

"Ohhh!" she screamed. "It burns! Oh, ahhhh!" Her butt pumped up and down in a ghastly parody of orgasmic passion as Hans' giant cock filled her ass full of stinging jism, so much so that the thick white come ran in torrents from her cock gorged asshole.

His hands full of Greta's huge jugs, his prick plunging in and out of her sucking ass, Danny looked over and saw the hot come dripping from his newly-acquired girl's butthole as Hans' monster cock slipped from her butt. The cock drove in again with such violence that a spray of jism coated the young man's crotch before his hips slammed into Liz's exposed buttcheeks.

"Gaaah!" the girl shrieked.

"That's it, baby," Danny grunted. "Just make sure you learn your – ahh! – lesson!"

Then his hips rose powerfully to bury his cock balls-deep into Greta's plush ass, and he filled her butt with his own seething spunk.

A knock on the door woke Liz with a start. She sat up on the bed, blinking blearily. She almost called out when the knock sounded again, hesitantly, and she woke fully to her surroundings.

She was lying on the bed of a motel room, the radio blaring warmed-over disco in competition with the noisy squeak of the air conditioner. There was no need to ask who it was; it was her first client.

Her heart in her throat, she jumped to her feet.

"Just a minute," she called out, trying to make her voice as sultry and seductive as possible. She knew the man who waited outside was probably a fat, greasy toad who smoked cigars and stank, but she had to make him feel as good as possible.

Anything was better than another lesson from Hans and Greta!

She stood in front of the big mirror beside the bed. She wore a loose white blouse, lighter and filmier than the one she'd had on when her uncle had brought her here two days ago. A long, loose skirt hung to her ankles, slit clear to the waist to reveal tantalizing flashes of shapely tanned leg and thigh. It was amazing how the change in garb made her look five years older.

She felt as if she'd aged a thousand years instead of five.

The knock came again. She jumped. If the client complained that she was slow, there would be trouble. Her asshole still ached from the day before yesterday and the wicked marks of Greta's hips had barely disappeared. The marks they'd left on her soul would take much longer to fade – if they ever did.

Her long auburn hair was done in a knot at the back of her head. Sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains made golden highlights sparkle in her hair. She patted a stray strand back into place and turned toward the door.

She paused to turn on the radio. It took all of her willpower to make herself walk toward the door and the man who waited outside – the man who had paid Danny to possess her helpless young body and do what ever his perverted mind desired! But never far from her mind was the shrill song of Greta's lash, the smack and sting as it bit into her naked flesh. Drawing in a deep breath, she walked to the door and pulled it open.

She relaxed abruptly, and a quiet sigh escaped her red-painted lips. This couldn't be her customer! It had to be someone looking for another room. He was too handsome to have to come to a place like this to get laid!

The young man reached up and brushed his red gold hair from his eyes. He blinked rapidly in the stark white sunlight but there was naked appreciation in his gaze as he looked over the slim, beautiful adolescent. Liz felt her heart, beat faster. Maybe he wasn't at the wrong place – and she certainly hoped not!

"Are you Liz?" he asked in a mellow baritone. She started to nod with coltish eagerness, then remembered the role she was supposed to be playing. She stepped back from the door, trying to ignore the sudden moistness in her pussy and the hunger deep inside of her lush young body.

"Yes," she said, managing to keep her voice from cracking with excitement. "I've been expecting you. Won't you come in?"

"Thank you." The tall, handsome young man stepped gratefully in out of the sun.

Liz shut the door and turned to look at him. Her eyes were wide. The heavy mascara-lining job she'd done on them made them look enormous. The normally hazel eyes were darkened with the passion she felt building within her hot pussy.

Had she the time to reflect, she would have wondered at her instant arousal at the very sight of the sexy young man. Not that it was hard to understand being turned on by him: six-foot-two, golden-haired and tanned, eyes bright green, strongly built but not as grim and threatening as Hans had been. Had her years of sexual inhibitions allowed her a man of her dreams, he would have been that man.

But to react with such immediate, unabashed lust – that was totally strange. Or maybe not. She'd been used sexually, without any choice in the matter, time and again over the last few days. She knew she had to fuck the customer whether she liked the prospect or not. Maybe her horniness at the mere sight of this man was normal and natural!

"Pleased to meet you," the young man was saying.

She realized she'd been staring, concentrating so hard on looking at the newcomer that she'd completely missed most of his words.

"Pardon me?" she said. She started to say something more, to apologize for staring and not paying attention to what he'd said, but she felt his gaze level on her and realized that she had no good excuse. She felt her cheeks flush hot with embarrassment.

"I said, my name's James. You can call me Jamie, if you like. All my friends do."

She raised her eyes to meet his. There was no mistaking the frankly carnal interest in his gaze.

"I'd love to be your friend," she said. She didn't want her words to be as breathless as they'd sounded.

She stood there a moment, uncertain of how to proceed. His green eyes watched her calmly, but intently. Should she offer him a drink? Ask him to sit down? Try to make small talk?

She tried to speak, but couldn't. Her throat was dry, but her pussy was sopping wet. She was incredibly horny. Oh, well, that was what he was here for, wasn't he? she told herself as she let instinct take over.

The cool green eyes lost some of their composure as the lovely, slender adolescent in the altogether grown-up outfit glided up to him and wrapped her arms around him. One hand reached up to pull at the back of his neck, bringing his head down to her upturned face. The other hand brushed thrillingly down his ribs, to cup his crotch as her lithe body suddenly writhed against his.

He had barely grabbed her slim sides when her mouth pressed against his in a fervent kiss. Her tongue probed hotly over his lips. He opened them. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth, searching.

She kneaded the bulge of his crotch in her moving hand. She felt his cock hardening like rapid-set cement. Her pulse raced. The cock that was growing quickly into a rampant hard-on beneath her eager fingers felt immense!

As his horniness increased and his surprised ebbed, tall Jamie took the initiative. His tongue strove mightily with hers in an erotic embrace. He slipped his hands down, grabbing two firm, rounded asscheeks. He was pleasantly surprised to note, by the silky feel of the flesh in his grip, that beneath the long, elegant skirt, the auburn-haired girl's ass was as naked as the tits crushing pebble hard nipples against his brawny chest were.