Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

Now she hunched over, slipping the wilted dick between her tits and pressing them together to hold it there. She began to rub, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the friction.

"You're getting hard," Sally taunted. "Try and stop it. I dare you."

The man gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, but his dick just got harder between Sally's chafing tits. When he gave up, his face was chalky as his blood continued to rush to his imprisoned cock.

Sally lengthened the strokes she was applying to his cock, no longer merely fondling it with her breasts, but actually tit-fucking it. The fiery head was poking all the way in the open, in perfect position for Sally to drop her mouth and begin sucking it while she continued to pump the shaft with her jugs.

The man writhed on the bed, his balls coming to a boil. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His breath came in windy gusts.

Letting her tits fall away from his shaft, Sally took his whole prick in her mouth, deep-throating it to the root. Quickly she established the plunging rhythm of a full-scale mouth-fuck. The man's cock wasn't just hard now. It was steel. Throbbing steel.

Sally knew from experience that he was getting ready to come. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she abruptly stopped the blow-job and released the straining hard-on from her mouth.

"Don't stop?" her victim begged. "Please don't stop!"

Sally slapped him.

"P-please," the man blubbered, a five-pronged welt on his cheek. "Have mercy."

Sally chuckled like a witch. She squatted over his groin, centering her hovering pussy with the twitching cock below. She came down with a swoop, gathering the prick between her thighs and sucking it into her cunt.

As she fucked her victim, Sally continually abused him, physically and verbally. Raining insults and slaps, she reduced him to a cringing wreck. Only his pussy-locked cock stood up.

Sally's hips were a miracle of movement, bouncing up and down end swishing from side to side at the same time. This made her cunt a whipsaw. And it made her victim's cock feel like a ticking bomb.

The bomb exploded. With calm efficiency, Sally removed the spurting hard-on from her twat and watched as the man shot off in mid-air. Sally laughed hysterically. She hadn't had so much fun at the expense of another person since she could remember.

When the humiliating ejaculation was over, Sally jumped to her feet and scooped up her trick's clothes.

"Here," she snapped, throwing the wadded bundle at him. "Now get the hell out of here."

Stunned, he fumbled with his trousers.

"I said now!" Sally barked like a drill sergeant.

"But… I-I'm naked."

She grabbed the poor fool by his shoulders and wrestled him off the bed, shoving him toward the door. Crimson from head to toe with humiliation, the man opened the door and slunk toward the outside world bare-ass naked. Sally's mocking laughter followed him until he was halfway across the motel parking lot and curious passers-by were honking their car horns and yelling at him.

Alone, Sally felt in high spirits. Since the motel room was all paid up, she got back into bed and watched some television, thinking how nice it was to be by herself between the sheets. If it had been a classier place she'd have ordered something from room service.

Gradually her hand slipped between her legs and she savored the exciting feel of her fingertips against her cunt. She played with herself until she [missing text].

"Screw everybody else," she said aloud after her self-induced climax had wrapped her in velvet. "Who needs them?"

Sally napped. When she awakened it was twilight outside and the evening news was blaring on the TV.

As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she realized that she couldn't stay at the motel very much longer. Where would she go? Back to Aunt Jane's? Never. Home? Her mother was undoubtedly hysterical wondering what had happened. She couldn't face that.

The party was over.

Then Sally remembered the hundred dollars she had earned for turning her first trick. She could just take off if she wanted to. When she ran out of money she could simply turn another trick.

But where should she head? The big city scared her. She could see herself vowing old before her time, the worn-out plaything of fat, middle-aged tricks. And what about a pimp? She'd probably have to get one and held probably beat her.

On the other hand, a small town was definitely out. If she tried whoring in uptight middle America, she'd probably wind up in jail.

The more doubts she had, the more Sally's thought turned to her family. In spite of everything she still loved them, she guessed. And they would be so worried about her if she vanished without a trace.

Still, she had to get away for a while. Maybe she could compromise.

"Gordy," she said aloud in a tone of discovery. "I could go see Gordy at his camp. I'll send the folks a message that I'm all right when I get there."

An hour later, Sally was on the bus, traveling toward the mountains and South Hills Basketball Camp. Getting off at the nearest town, she got directions, and walked the last three miles on a dusty road in the dark of night.

She ran into somebody just outside the entrance to the camp. At first she thought he was one of the boys attending the camp but when he stepped out of the shadows he seemed much too big for that. In fact, when she saw how tall he was, Sally was at first stunned by his size. Then she recalled the camp advertised that it had college all-American basketball players on its staff and guessed that he must be a counselor.

"What are you doing around here?" he asked gruffly.

Sally stared up at him, trying to find his face in the darkness. He had to be almost seven feet tall.

"My brother," Sally said uncertainly. "I'm looking for my brother."

The counselor's laughter started at his knees and worked all the way up his huge frame. "You're one of those hot pants chicks from that girls' camp over the ridge, aren't you?" he said.

"No, really, I'm looking for my brother," Sally insisted. "His name is Gordon Powell. Do you know him?"

"Sure, I know him. But I didn't think that little wimp had it in him to hustle himself a cute little piece of tail like you."

"You've got me wrong. I'm his sister. I came to visit him. Honest."

"How dumb do you think I am?" the counselor scoffed. "If you were really his sister then you'd know this place is off-limits to you. This is an all boys camp. No chicks allowed. Just the nurse, and they keep her under lock and key. Even the counselors can't get to her."

Sally realized she had miscalculated, but she had come too far to turn back. "Can't you smuggle me in?" she said, adopting her sweetest tone. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Hmmmm, I'll bet you will." The counselor grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him so her tits crushed against his hard belly. "Maybe you'd like to start by sucking my cock."

Sally sensed that he expected her to respond to his outrageous proposal by pulling free and running off into the night. But she'd cross him up. After all, it wouldn't be the first blow-job she had ever given to get what she wanted. Besides, her curiosity was getting the best of her. Was this stud's cock as big as the rest of him?

"Sure," Sally purred, "stop manhandling me and I'll suck your prick."

When he let go of her arm, she slowly knelt, unzipping his fly with her teeth. His cock was even bigger than she had expected. It was a good thing.

He was so tall she had to bend it down to get it into her mouth.

"Not bad," the counselor said when he had gotten over his surprise at how seriously his little joke was being taken. "What else do you do?"

"Anything," Sally replied with a mouthful of stiff dick.