John McKeon - Abused again and again

And then J.D. allowed his cock to pee a long, continuous stream of piss into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, but still some of the urine ran out the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin. She gulped and swallowed over and over, struggling to keep up with the copious amount of liquid filling her mouth.

Ginger could not believe she was actually drinking pee from a man's cock. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying not to taste the pungent flavor, but his piss kept filling her mouth as fast as she could swallow it down. And when he did finally run out of pee, he would not allow her to take his cock from her mouth. "Keep sucking it," he said. "Get it hard. I want to feel your tongue bathing over my head and licking me to erection."

Ginger was beginning to understand how much she would have to put up with to get Roger out of jail. Still, no price was too high to save Roger. She had never loved anyone in her life as much as she loved Roger. The thought of him rotting away in jail for a crime he didn't commit was too much for her to bear. She sucked and licked J.D.'s cock until she felt it pulsing and throbbing to erection. Slowly his shaft expanded as blood pumped into his organ.

She felt his cock poking at the back of her throat and pulsing with aroused lust. She tasted the tangy flavor of his hot cock on her tongue and sucked the tip of his head until all the fluid was drawn into her mouth. As his cock grew to complete erection in her mouth, Ginger relaxed her throat muscles and bobbed her head harder and harder over his cock until she felt his head pushing into her throat and working its way farther into her mouth.

Not until her nose was buried in his pubic hair did J.D. relax his hold on her hair and allow her the freedom to suck and nurse at his cock at her own pace. Ginger licked the underside of his head, tasting the satiny texture of his skin and swallowing the juices that accumulated in her mouth. She felt her own arousal growing in her cunt at the realization of how perverse she was behaving. Yet she had no choice in the matter and that alone allowed her the freedom to enjoy what she was doing.

Ginger felt his pulsing knob plunging deeply into her throat, growing larger each time it went in and out. She tasted the faint aroma of cum on her tongue as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Over and over she bobbed her head into his crotch, feeling her throat stretching to accommodate his huge cock.

"That's it, baby. Keep sucking it. It feels so good going down your throat. Lick my balls, too. I want to feel your tongue going all over my body."

Like an obedient slave, Ginger did exactly as she was told. She lifted his balls and lowered her mouth to them. First licking them until they dripped with her saliva and then sucking them carefully into her mouth and stroking his buttocks at the same time.

"Hum," he said. "Make my nuts vibrate with your mouth. Hum me a little song."

Ginger felt humiliated having to hum at the same time she licked and sucked his balls, but she knew better than to disobey. She hummed, allowing herself to be ordered around like a slave. She actually enjoyed being dominated and ordered to do things she normally would not want to do. She felt shamed and humiliated by what she was doing, but perversely that added to the growing excitement in her own loins.

She felt her cunt dripping with passion and her breasts swelling as though filled with electric energy. J.D. bent over while she sucked his cock and began pulling and twisting her nipples, arousing her to as an intense state of excitement as he was in.

"Play with yourself," he ordered. "I want to see you stroking your pussy and stretching your cunt lips apart until juice drips down your thighs."

Ginger blushed with embarrassment at what he ordered her to do. Yet even that thought excited her. Obeying him quickly, Ginger dropped her hands to her crotch and began caressing her pussy. She stroked her cunt lips and toyed with her clit, flicking her nails over the erect organ until she felt her passion flaring and surging like bubbling lava.

Just as her orgasm erupted through her body, the first spurt of cum blasted from J.D.'s cock into her mouth. Ginger felt his viscous fluid splash into the back of her throat. She tasted his sticky cum on her tongue and felt her mouth being filled until she was forced to swallow. Load after load gushed into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, her fingers continuing to stroke her cunt.

J.D.'s orgasm did not last as long as the first time. After three spurts of cum, his balls were emptied. Ginger kept his cock in her mouth until her own orgasm dwindled and faded away. J.D. pushed her head away and stepped back. "That was good," he said, smiling. "You're going to be able to take care of a lot of good customers."

Ginger wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not, but if it meant she would be able to make a lot of money to help Roger, she was all for it. Still on her knees, Ginger started to stand, but J.D. pushed her back to the floor. He gathered his clothes from the floor and dressed quickly. When Ginger made a move to stand up, he again ordered her back.

"What do you want me to do?" she said, confused at not even being allowed to stand. She watched him finish dressing since he refused to answer her.

When he was completely dressed, he said, "You can get up now. You don't mind standing around for awhile, do you?" He didn't wait for her reply, but turned and strolled out the door.

Ginger looked around. It was the first chance she'd had to see the room. It was about fifteen feet square. One wall was covered with mirrors. There were no windows or even any furniture. It was impossible to tell if she was in an apartment building or an office building. She had no idea even what part of town she was in, although it didn't matter since she didn't know her way around San Diego.

Ginger waited only a short time before J.D. returned. "I have a customer waiting for you now," he said. He had a bag in his right hand. He opened it and tossed some clothes to her. Separating them, Ginger realized she was going to look rather kinky wearing what he'd brought. She dressed and looked at herself in the wall mirror.

Her nipples showed through the skimpy black bra and the panties had no crotch. A garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled shoes completed her outfit. She looked away from the mirror. "I look silly," she observed.

J.D. laughed. "It doesn't matter. You're not dressed to please yourself. You're dressed to please your customer. I want you to understand that you'd better handle this right. If you've been stringing me along about your willingness to cooperate and are waiting for a chance to screw things up, you're going to be sorry."

Ginger shivered at the violence his voice suggested. She assured him again that she wouldn't do anything he didn't want her to and would do everything he did want. She followed J.D. out of the room, feeling her pulse racing wildly. They went only a short distance down the hall and turned into another room. Ginger's eyes widened in surprise at the red walls and canopied bed. The room looked and smelled like she would have imagined a whore house was supposed to look.

She felt an overpowering sense of shame at what she was submitting to. She kept reminding herself she was doing it for Roger. "You're to wait here," J.D. said, leaving her alone in the room. She sat on the bed. The mirrors reflected her image. She turned her head away. She was a whore now. She was doing it for money. She was doing it for Roger.

The door opened and Ginger's first paying customer walked in. He was fat and balding. His eyes went up and down her body, taking in her nipples and the slit in her panties. She took a deep breath, allowing her breasts to swell into her bra. She smiled, trying to make herself look as sexy as possible. And then she saw the rubber paddle in his right hand and her smile disappeared.