John McKeon - Abused again and again

Ginger felt his hot cock filling her cunt and sliding against her clit. "Oh… oh! That feels good. Keep it in me. Fuck me." She ground her hips against his thrusting body, feeling his shaft sliding back and forth over her clitoris and bringing her to an excruciating state of arousal.

"I'm going to, bitch. I'm going to teach you what it's like to have a cock punish you." Willie stabbed his dick into Ginger's pussy like he was plunging a knife into her body. His hips churned frantically. Sweat beaded out on his forehead. His balls slapped against Ginger's thighs as he screwed into her pussy with savage strokes.

Willie's cock was a blessing compared to the whip. "Harder," Ginger taunted, feeling her arousal take complete control of her body. She bucked upward each time Willie lunged downward. "Make me feel it, Willie. Put your big dick in me as deep as you can." Ginger ground her hips upward. "That's it, Willie. Hard! Hard!"

Willie found himself unable to match the gigantic need Ginger begged for. He worked his cock in and out of Ginger's pussy as fast and hard as he could. Still, Ginger was not satisfied. Suddenly he drew his cock back until only his feverish knob remained between her cunt lips, then he pushed in as slow and tantalizingly as possible.

"Ohhh, that feels so good," Ginger cried, feeling every fat inch of Willie's cock as it slid hotly inside her, filling her pussy to the maximum. She thrust against his hips, driving his cock even deeper.

Willie withdrew his cock rapidly, letting his swollen knob suck at Ginger's insides as he drew back and then again sliding his cock inside with a slow, nerve-tingling stroke. He repeated his gesture until Ginger pleaded with him to drive his cock into her faster.

"Make it burn," she begged. "Drive it into me. Let your cock fill my pussy."

The slow, easy strokes were too much for Willie. Suddenly his climax burst from his loins in a gush of cum that splashed against Ginger's cervix like it was shot from a gun. "I'm coming! I'm coming," he cried, bursting into a frantic rhythm that drove his cock like a buzz saw back and forth between Ginger's cunt lips.

Willie emptied his balls in Ginger's pussy. His cum flooded her cunt and drained back out to smear over her crotch, plastering her dark curls to her mound and running in thick gobs into her ass crack. As, soon as he finished, he pulled his cock out and pushed himself away.

"Don't stop now," Ginger pleaded. "Put it back inside, I'm almost there. Finish me, please!"

Willie turned to Alice. "You finish her. Get down there and eat her out. Eat up all my cum and then bring her to a climax."

Alice backed away. "No!" she flared.

Willie crossed the room and picked up the whip. Alice quickly changed her mind and crawled between Ginger's thighs. Ginger felt Alice's mouth covering her pussy and sucking hesitantly at the sticky mess that oozed from her cunt. She felt Alice's tongue lapping the juices into her mouth. Ginger didn't care now who finished her as long as she found relief from the compelling need that flamed through her loins.

"Stick your tongue inside," Ginger begged. "Lick my clit. Ohhhh, yes. That's it. Oh, that feels so good. Suck me! Eat me!" Ginger humped her hips upward against Alice's face, feeling her tongue digging into her slit like a squirming snake.

And then Ginger's climax erupted in her cunt, causing her to writhe and twist against her bonds. Her climax burned through her flesh and caused her pussy to pulse and throb with exploding contractions. Ginger's climax went on and on as Alice sucked and gobbled between her thighs.

Alice sucked the top of Ginger's slit into her mouth and tongued her clit as hard as she could. Even after Ginger's climax cooled, Alice continued flicking her tongue over her clit, keeping Ginger writhing with intense sensations. When Alice finally lifted her head and sat back on her heels, Ginger was near the point of exhaustion.

Willie pushed Alice away and untied Ginger's hands and ankles. Ginger curled herself in a ball as soon as she was free. She felt humiliated and disgusted with both of them and herself, too. Roger was in jail and all his best friend could think about was fucking Ginger.

Ginger was beginning to realize that Willie was not the person Roger had thought he was. Alice just had to be a prostitute. Willie was a pimp. If Ginger didn't somehow manage to get away and find some way to help Roger without Willie's influence, she would be turned into a whore herself. She shuddered and scooted across the bed. She climbed out on the opposite side from Alice and Willie.

"I want to get dressed now," she said.

"Are you going to turn a trick or two to help Roger get a lawyer?" Willie asked.

Ginger nodded, not looking at him in fear he would be able to tell she was lying. "Yes. I'd do anything to help Roger." That part was true. If it was necessary, she would do anything to help, but she didn't want Willie to be the person telling her who she should screw and who she shouldn't. Ginger didn't trust Willie. She didn't think he had either her best interest or Roger's in mind when he did things.

Willie dropped the whip and wiped his cock on his palms. "All right then. I'll let it go at that for awhile. I'll get something lined up for you tonight." He looked at Ginger sternly. "If you behave yourself until then, you can have the run of the house, but if you fuck up, I'll have to make other arrangements."

"I'll behave," Ginger promised. "Aren't you and Alice going to be here today?"

"We have a date across town," Willie said, going to the closet and selecting a fresh suit of clothes.

"Get dressed, Alice. Wear the red dress. You have a date with Tearing Tom." Willie finished dressing before Alice.

Willie held the front door open for Alice. Willie warned Ginger one more time about being good before he left. Ginger felt a tremendous release of tension as soon as they were gone. She flopped on the bed and rested her head in her hands. She didn't think she could have taken much more. She tried to think of what she should be doing first to escape. Maybe she should take the bus back to Los Angeles instead of the plane. If the police really knew whom she was and were trying to find her, the bus would be safer.

Ginger dressed in a light cotton suit. She couldn't call a cab because there was no phone in the house. She had not seen a newspaper or television since the night Roger told her they had to hide from the police. Ginger had wanted to see what the paper said, but there was never an opportunity. She didn't even know if they had a picture of her or not.

Closing her suitcase, Ginger slipped her purse over her shoulder. She was only too glad to be leaving this house. She had to walk almost two hundred yards before she reached the street. The fresh air smelled marvelous as she set off eagerly down the street. She didn't know where she was or how to get to the bus station, but she would ask at the first business she came to.

Ginger didn't notice the plain black car following her down the street until she reached the corner and looked back. The car stopped when she did and at first she thought nothing of it, but when she started walking again and the car continued following her, she became concerned. At the next block, she turned south. The car continued to follow. Ginger began to run. Panic filled her. She didn't know if it was the police or one of Willie's jokes. She didn't even know where she was running. She only knew she had to get away.

The black car cut her off at the corner. Alice stuck her head out the side window. She smiled sadistically. "Willie says to get in the car," she taunted. "He says you're not being good."

Ginger felt like crying. She felt sweat dripping down her. After all she'd been through, it had been a game Willie was playing with her after all. He had never intended leaving her alone for the day. She had been a fool to think he would trust her after the things she had said about getting away.