Robert Jenkins - Tied up and teased

Martin took his huge prick out of the mouth of the helpless girl, and then he jacked it up a bit himself. He smiled. When it was nice and hard, he knelt behind Ellen and spread the wet cheeks of her upraised ass.

He jerked his finger into the hole, spreading her shit-chute wide. Ellen squirmed and moaned in agony.

"Shut up, bitch," he told her.

He pushed his finger into her ass as far as it would go, then he pulled it out with a wet popping noise. Ellen winced and shuddered. He spit on the purple tip of his cock, then he positioned the big rammer against her hole. He reared back, then jammed his cock straight into her wiggling little ass.

"Nice," he said.

Ellen felt as if she were being ripped right in half. She wriggled and bounced, but she could not escape the big throbber. He pushed with all his might, and the girl howled and cried. Her ass felt on fire.

Ellen was bucking and crying. She was in terrible pain, and she was helpless. It was like she was impaled on a huge flagpole, and there was no way out.

"Please stop, you're going to kill meeee!" she bellowed.

Martin simply held onto her ass-cheeks and thrust his cock in deeper, using all of his considerable weight as leverage. The girl howled and bucked, but all her torment served only to increase his morbid pleasure. He smiled and sweated, pumping his cock in and out of her ass like a battering ram. Ellen thought she was about to pass out.

Martin was fucking like a maniac, forcing his huge cock deeper and deeper into the ravaged and upraised ass. Ellen felt abused, but at the same time, a wave of pleasure began to spread all over her body. When her ass had started to get used to the pressure of the huge cock, she began to enjoy the sensation of the steady fucking. She began to work her ass back to meet him. Martin began to feel the bitch wriggle beneath him, and this increased the intensity of his ass-fucking.

"That's it, whore, that's the ticket!" he told her when he felt her response.

He jammed his cock deep into her wet and loosening asshole, and felt his balls vibrate in a spasm of orgasmic lust. He pumped as hard as he could, and imbedded his big cock in her slippery asshole up to the hilt. He grasped her buttocks hard, leaving big red marks.

Ellen's head and tits swung crazily. She groaned in lustful pleasure. She knew she was about to get a big load of gooey hot cum shot up her young ass.

"Oh, Martin!" she moaned.

"I'm going to shoot, you little whore! I'm going to fill you with sperm up to the eyes!" he warned.

Ellen felt hot, tight and ready. He was going to flood her ass with jism. She felt his cock begin to expand and contract, and suddenly huge gobs of cum were spurting out of him, filling her ass to overflowing.

Ellen felt sure that something inside her was going to break. She pounded her fists on the floor, and howled at the top of her lungs in horrible pain.

"Stop it! It hurts!" she bellowed.

It was no use. Her ass was being filled with the gooey, creamy spunk. Fresh hot cum was jetting right up into her poor tortured little ass.

Suddenly, Martin closed his eyes and relaxed, and let his hot cock fall out of her ravaged ass. His cum dripped all over the floor, Ellen was still on all fours, and as the jism dripped out of her asshole, Martin seemed pleased with himself. He got a towel and wiped off his cock. Then he turned to Ellen.

"How was that?" he asked.

"It hurt me," she pouted.

"Oh, it probably wasn't all that bad," said Martin. "And besides, you'll hive to learn to like it. I intend to do it often." Martin snapped the leash onto the collar around her neck, and then he led Ellen to the bathroom. He filled up the tub with hot water, and then he poured in some bubble bath. The bath felt comfortable and relaxing after her terrible ordeal.

Martin got into the tub with her and soaped her up, and then he massaged her sore shoulders. The teenager's body was slick and inviting.

"There, there, that wasn't so bad," said Martin.

"I really didn't mind," Ellen said after a little reflection. She could smell the beer on Martin's breath.

"I think you'll like staying here with me," he told her. "I'm not really such a bad fellow once you get to know me."

"I think I'll like it," she said.

"If you can't stand it, I might just have to send you home, or even worse, to work in one of my massage parlors," he said.

Ellen didn't want to go home. That was the last thing she wanted to do. The thought of having to go home was even more repugnant than working in a massage parlor. In fact, the massage parlor idea sort of intrigued her. She thought it over for a minute.

"What do you mean, work in a massage parlor. Do you own them?" she asked.

"Sure I do. I own a few of them now," he said. "What happens in them?" she asked. "Well, really they're blow-job parlors. The guy comes in and pick up a girl, then he goes to a little room with her. The girl rubs him for a little while, and then he asks her if she'll do anything else. The girl agrees, and then he gives her a little more money, and then she blows him. Its as simple as that," he said.

"Wow!" said Ellen. "I might like to do that! You know, I don't have any money, and I could sure use a little."

"Now, now. All the girls who work in these dumps are ugly old hags. You're too good-looking to do that. I'm going to keep you here for myself. You just treat me right, and I'll give you all the money you could ever want. Do we have a deal?" he said.

"All right. But I sure would like to see one of them massage parlors. I never saw a place like that before, and I'm getting curious about it."

"Well, I don't see any harm in bringing you over to see one. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take you to one tomorrow, and you can handle a couple of the customers to see what it's like. If you really like the work, then maybe I'll try to set you up one way or another. What do you think about that?"

"Oh Martin, that's just super!" she said.

She wrapped her arms around the wet beefy man, and gave him a slurpy kiss right on his ugly face. She writhed in pleasure, holding his cock and rubbing her body against him like a pussycat.

Martin grunted, happy to be playing the role of big shot. He allowed the little girl to squirm until she was tired, then he led her upstairs to his bedroom. He stripped and fell onto the bed, with Ellen firmly attached to his cock.

He had a good plan in mind. He would allow the girl to work for a day in one of his massage parlors, and he would observe the action through a special two-way mirror. That way he would find out if she was sincere. He vaguely suspected that she might be up to some trick, like trying to escape from him. He didn't like that idea at all.

He waited until she was fast asleep, then he went to another room and picked up a telephone. He called Larry, who ran his massage parlors.

The parlors were a side business for Martin. He allowed them to roll up a profit for him, and he did little but supply the capital and the lawyers.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Larry, this is Martin."

"Oh, hello, boss," said Larry. He was always a little nervous when Martin called him. He thought that it might be trouble of one sort or another. "What's up?"

"I got this little slut I'm going to send over tomorrow. I want you to do the two-way mirror set-up. I want to watch her to see if she's going to try any tricks. See that everything's all ready tomorrow."

"Sure, boss," said Larry.

Martin went back to bed, and before he fell asleep he had a look at the nude girl. Ellen was fast asleep. She was by far the best-looking girl he had ever seen. She turned and woke up. She smiled when she saw him, and parted her legs slightly. Martin's eyes expanded at the sight of her moist young pussy, and he put his hand out to rub her slit. She cooed in satisfaction.