Brad Harris - Caged virgin

"In here," he muttered. "Let's talk about it in here."

Sam laughed at the brunette as they followed the man. His lips curled in sadistic satisfaction at her apparent discomfort. He leaned close to her ear and whispered to her with the smell of beer on his breath.

"You're in trouble now!" he whispered gleefully. "The old man is madder than hell. You fucked his boy. Honey, he'll never let you out of jail now. Damn! We're going to have you around for a nice, long time."

He pushed her through the door, then walked over to sit down. The brunette stood in front of the huge desk as Judge Howell looked up at her. His eyes studied her intently, like he thought he could read everything about her. His brow was creased with a deep frown as he stared. He didn't speak. He just sat there behind that monstrous desk and stared at her. Lynda could hear Sam's heavy breathing from the side of the room. She could hear her own heart beating. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, beginning to weaken beneath the piercing stare.

"Well?" the judge finally grunted. "Don't you have anything to say about it?"

"Does anybody give a damn what I have to say?" Lynda snapped back angrily. "Has anybody given a damn what I had to say from the day I drove into this burg? I had my car stolen. I had my purse stolen. I tried to get a job to earn bus fare back home, then, when I wouldn't put out for the bastard I was carried off to jail as a prostitute. Why the shit should I say anything? It doesn't matter what I say, does it?"

"See what I mean, Judge?" Sam popped up from his chair. "She's a sassy little bitch. Joe Cousins caught her hooking in his restaurant and called Rocky and Gene. Since then she's been blaming everything on us. You'd never imagine the lies she's been trying to tell about us. Hell, I'll bet she used every trick in the book to get the boy's cock out of his pants."

Judge Howell looked over at the jailer, then back at Lynda. His eyes glittered as they narrowed into hard slits of blue. He took a deep breath, then swung his hair to the side as he motioned to Lynda.

"Around here, girl," he muttered. "Come on around here."

She stared a moment, suddenly realizing that the little judge was unzipping his pants. He pulled his hardened cock out and spread his legs apart. When he looked back at her and saw that she hadn't made a movement to comply with his orders, he waved a hand to Sam.

"Get her around here, Sam!" he muttered. "Let's see just how good our little hooker is. Hell, if she's going to go around seducing my boy, then I'd better check her out myself."

His mouth tightened into a crisp grin as the jailer stepped up behind Lynda and twisted her arm behind her back. She was caught before she realized what was happening. She was still frozen in shock as Sam pushed her around the desk to stand in front of the judge. She looked down at his anxious cock, trembling and shaking as it emerged from his pants. Howell looked up at her, then unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants open to allow his cock more freedom.

"Get down there!" Sam muttered. "His Honor wants a suck! Get down there and take care of him!"

He pushed her into her knees in front of the judge's chair, twisting her arm brutally as he planted his other hand at the back of her head and shoved her face toward the lunging pecker. Judge Howell reached for her free hand and pulled it into his balls as he humped his cock against her lips. The brunette shuddered as she took the prick into her mouth, shuddered as he began thrusting angrily at her.

"We don't like your kind in our nice little town," he told her. "We sure know what to do with girls like you, though, when you do show up. No reason to let you sit in jail without being allowed to practice your trade, right, Sam?"

"That's right, Your Honor!" the jailer snorted in laughter. "She's a good one, too! She's about the best we ever picked up around here."

The judge caught her head in both hands and held her face over his throbbing meat. He hunched and pumped at her mouth, thrusting his cock deeply into her and threatening to ram it into her throat. Lynda realized how helpless she would have been if the half-wit upstairs had tried this. That mammoth cock of his would have choked her. Her body shook as she thought of the possibility of the two men calling the boy down to share in this.

She shuddered and gagged on the driving cock that kept punching through her mouth. Judge Howell pressed her hand tightly into his nuts and rubbed her fingers against the balls as they shuddered beneath her touch.

"Come on, girl!" he hissed above her head. "Get with it! Let's have a little more action."

"Better do what he says," Sam warned her. "You satisfy him and maybe he'll let you go back to jail. You make him mad and maybe he'll call the boy down here for another try."

He had said the magic word. Lynda shuddered again, remembering the brute strength of the boy in the upstairs bedroom. She forced herself to begin tonguing the judge's cock. She lapped at the hot head, then began to suck deeply on him. She managed to begin moving her fingers over his balls, taunting and teasing while he twisted and bounced in rising delight.

"Better!" the judge gasped. "Ohhhh, that's better! Ohhh, yes! Suck me, sweetheart. Suck my old cock for me!"

The brunette felt one hand come down along her shoulders. He reached down, inside her bra, and grabbed one of her tits. He kept the other hand tightly at the back of her head while he groped and fondled delightedly at the heaving tit.

"Damn, she's got a hell of a pair!" he muttered to the jailer. "That's the best hunk of tit I've had my hand on in a long, long time."

"She's a nice little piece, Your Honor," Sam answered. "Didn't I tell you she could drive you crazy. Shit! I'm horny as hell just watching the way she's sucking on you."

"Join in," the judge told him. "Hell, as long as she's sucking at my cock, as long as I have all the tit I can get my hands on, then why don't you play with her pussy a little bit. That might even get her more excited."

The jailer quickly dropped down behind the girl and ran his hand beneath her skirt. His fingers fumbled with her panties, then had them down enough to plant his fingertip at the lips of her pussy. Lynda jumped at his touch, shuddering as he rubbed sensuously at her clit. She tightened her lips about the judge's cock and sucked and blew in rapid alternation. The grey-haired man writhed in his chair, his hand switching to her other tit, while his cock lunged eagerly at her mouth in wild delirium.

"Ohhhh, Baby!" he groaned. "Ohhh, what a great little cock-sucker! What a sweet little mouth! Ohhh, suck me, girl! Suck the hell out of me!"

He had her tits glowing from his play. Her nipples were hard and tingling, sending sparks of electric delight through her body. Lynda realized that Sam had begun playing with her other tit, his hand cupping and fondling while he kept up his delicious torment of her clit. She had both hands free and was able to catch the judge's balls with all her fingers. She pulled teasingly at his sac as she sucked his throbbing, pulsing cock with all the force she could muster.

"Aaaaaaiiii!" the slight, grey-haired man gasped. "Aaaaaiii! You're the best, little girl! Ohhhhh, damn! You're the best I ever had!"

"Mmmmm!" the brunette began to moan as Sam's finger slipped past her clit and ran sensuously along her tunnel. "Mmmmm!"

She tightened her thighs against his hand and twisted to increase the exquisite feel of his finger-fuck. Her tongue ran over the head of the judge's cock, preparing the surging meat for her final sucking. She kissed and licked his cock until she could feel him trembling violently, with the throbbing approach of his orgasm. Then she shoved her mouth over his cock as far as possible and sucked with greater power than ever. She tugged at his balls lustfully, bringing the little man up from his chair. He half-stood in front of her, shaking wildly as he rammed his enraged cock over and over at her mouth.