John McKeon - Abused again and again

Ginger clenched her fists under the vicious invasion of her ass and steadied herself to take the worst. She felt his cock working back and forth in her ass, stretching and tearing at her hole until it began to relax and grow moist enough for his cock to slide freely back and forth. The feeling was perversely erotic as her ass began clawing and sucking at his cock like a vacuum. She felt her butt devouring his shaft and clenching itself in a perverse effort to suck even more into her hole.

J.D.'s fingers circled her nipples and began twisting and pulling them until her breasts were stretched and screaming with intense sensitivity. She rocked back against his hips, feeling his large cock punishing her ass and plunging to the hilt with each savage thrust.

"That feels good," J.D. said. "Your ass is so tight it feels like I'm fucking a virgin. Ahhh it feels so hot and juicy. I could keep fucking your ass forever!"

Ginger continued thrusting her hips back to meet each forward thrust of his cock. She felt his right hand move down to her cunt and begin fucking across her aroused clit. Passion burned and throbbed through her cunt. She knew she would reach a climax at any moment.

"Oh, your cock feels so good in my ass. Keep it up. Fuck me harder. Faster!"

J.D. did his best to give her what she wanted now. His hips churned wildly. His cock reamed in and out of Ginger's ass like a piston, keeping her hole burning with friction. And then his cock exploded in a violent eruption of passion as his climax blasted a hot load of viscous fluid into her butt.

Ginger felt his cum flooding her ass like hot milk. His cock sucked and pulled at her insides. His fingers tore and inked over her clitoris. Her own orgasm exploded suddenly with equal intensity as his. Ginger felt her body being drawn up like mass of seething energy and plunged into convulsions of churning release.

Their orgasm kept them humping and thrusting at each other in a violent display of excruciating sensation. They clawed and tore at each other until they were both drained and exhausted. J.D. was the first to sag depleted to the bed, his cock pulling from Ginger's asshole with a soft sucking sound. He rolled onto his back, his breath coming in deep gasps.

Slowly, Ginger allowed her legs to slide down the bed until she rested on her stomach. She felt J.D.'s right hand resting on her buttocks. She felt somehow at peace with herself now that she had committed herself to do anything she was told to do to help Roger. Timidly, she rolled onto her side and looked at J.D. "Do you believe me now?"

J.D. smiled. "Yes, I guess you mean to help." He sat up. "I'm going to take you away from this house. I don't think Willie is capable of putting you to your most productive use. Would you rather go with me or stay with him?"

Ginger didn't have to think very long to make up her mind. J.D. was much more sensitive than Willie had been. And besides, she felt that to be around Alice very long would be the most unpleasant of all.

"I'll go with you," she said. "Will you be able to get Roger out of jail soon?"

J.D. shrugged. "It may take a long time and a lot of money, but as long as you're willing to cooperate with me, I'll do my best to get him free."

Ginger believed him. But the thing that worried her was just what she would have to do to cooperate with J.D. Willie had mentioned kinky customers. She hoped she would not have to entertain anyone too kinky, but something told her that the worst was yet to come.

It didn't take long for Ginger to find out that she was in for much more even than she'd feared. She was blindfolded and led out the back door and up the steps. Once in the top apartment, J.D. told her to lift her feet and step inside a wooden box. Doing as she was told, she felt the rough wood scrape against one of her knees as she stepped inside. J.D. pushed her head down so she knelt in the bottom of the box.

Her hands were tied behind her back and a lid put on the box. Ginger felt the sides of the box all around her. With the lid on there was just room for her body and nothing else. She felt the box moving and realized it was on wheels. She heard the front door opening and then felt herself bumping down the front steps. Her apprehension grew as she was pulled the long distance to the street.

She felt metal knocking against the outside of the box and then heard a whining noise as the box was lifted into the air. She heard other noises and a moment later, the sound of a truck engine starting. The box began shaking as the truck pulled away and began taking her somewhere. She rested her head on her knees, feeling the sides of the box touching her everywhere. Her breasts were pressed hard against her chest. Her hands were pressed against the lid.

Fear of the unknown surged within her and she struggled to keep from crying out for help. She couldn't tell how long the ride lasted. It seemed like forever. Each bounce of the truck caused her to flinch and suck in her breath. What if the truck wrecked and she was found naked in the box? Or what if she was hurt and wasn't found? As fear caused her heart to race wildly, she also felt a stirring of sensual arousal.

Why did she respond in such a humiliating way to being treated like a slave? Shame filled her but she could not stop the erotic pulsing in her pussy. Even her breasts tingled with deviate excitement as the truck carried her away; being naked and helpless, completely at the mercy of a man she hardly knew, kept her in a constant state of erotic tension.

At last the truck stopped and she felt the box being hauled from the truck and lowered to the ground. Again it was pulled along on its wheels. She thought she felt herself being lifted in an elevator but she couldn't tell for sure. And then everything stopped. She heard footsteps walking away from her and then nothing. She waited for something to happen but nothing did.

She prayed someone would open the box and let her out. Every muscle in her body ached for a movement. She tried to squirm around to relieve some of the tension, but she was pressed so tightly in the box that she could do nothing more than wiggle her fingers and toes. She strained to hear movement around her, but she could hear nothing other than the sound of her own panicked breathing.

It seemed like hours went by. And when the lid was finally lifted from the box, Ginger was no longer able even to lift her head. The box was pushed over on its side and she was unceremoniously dumped onto soft gold carpeting. Her blindfold was removed and she looked up to see J.D. standing over her. Slowly and painfully, she began working the stiffness from her limbs. Sweat dripped from her body.

"You look like you could use a drink," J.D. said, a strange smile tilting the corners of his mouth.

Ginger nodded eagerly. She had not had anything to eat or drink since getting off the plane in San Diego. But when J.D. unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, Ginger was not so sure she wanted to drink what he offered her.

"Suck my cock in your mouth," he ordered. "I'll quench your thirst with piss. And I don't want you to spill one single drop."

Ginger was horrified. Surely he didn't mean it. But when she tried to back away, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his crotch until his cock head pressed against her lips.

"No, please!" she begged. "I don't want to." But he twisted her hair until she opened her mouth. Immediately he rammed his soft dick into her mouth.

She tasted his rubbery cock head and felt it pulsing in her mouth as he prepared to unleash a stream of pee. He allowed only a tiny dribble to run into her mouth. She felt the liquid running over her tongue and filling her cheeks. "Swallow it," he ordered. Hesitantly, Ginger did as she was told, tasting the salty fluid as it disappeared down her throat. Immediately another spurt of piss filled her mouth. She swallowed that as well.