Austin Williams - Widespread whore

She did not. But she did come, It was sudden and unusual.

Most of the time, Tuesday would know a few seconds before that her orgasm was at hand; she would have time to gasp in a good breath and to grind her teeth together and tighten her pussy and asshole. But this time, right in the middle of an upstroke, her come hit her.

She faltered on the way up. Her body tensed and then relaxed, and she was not in control of herself. Her whole being was shaken by a paralyzing shudder, and then a swift chill swept over her.

Manny kept his finger up her asshole, but he tightened his grip on her right hip.

Good God, she thought she might die!

Tuesday wanted to scream. Manny was pouring

the prick into her cunt, and massaging the inside of her tail hole with a great passion. She kept coming, and he pumped harder, and when she had been reduced to an almost senseless mass of whirling ass and twisting body, she was jerked back to the reality of the situation when she knew he was coming.

The tickler prevented the hot soup of his balls from spilling into her cunt, but she could feel the great swell and throb of his cock, and hear the gasping, grunting effort he was making to get his breath.

He had almost fucked the life out of her, but he had paid a hell of a price. He was as shaken as she, and there was no way either of them could conceal from the other what they had been through.

The tremors of orgasm were still running through them both then, when, without warning, Manny shoved her forward and pulled his cock out of her snatch and his finger out of her asshole. She fell to the left and was surprised at his sudden violent movement. But he was not done. In fact, his cock was jumping in its rigidity, and he crawled with it in his hand to point it right in her face.

"Get the tickler off, quick!" he said.

Tuesday reached out to take it, but he pulled his prick away.

"Not with your hand," he hissed. "Eat the goddamn thing off, and then suck!"

Meekly, Tuesday obeyed. She had to force her mouth wide open to take his shielded tool into her oral cavity. But she made it. She gagged and retched a couple of times because the feathers were

down her throat, but she finally managed to hook her teeth behind the wart-covered head, and then she began to suck. It was tough going, but once she cleared the puckering elastic which fitted behind the head of his cock, the tickler slid off easily and she spit it on the satin sheets.

His tool was covered with come, and still drooling as she sucked it deep into her mouth. Manny did not want to be chewed on. He wanted his cock to be sucked! As Tuesday worked her mouth over the slimy surface of his cock, he wrenched his body about. He spread her legs with his hands, dived deep into her muff. Well, she just about did shit!

The fucking with the tickler had given her new and extraordinary sensations. But it had left unsatisfied the old and time-worn needs of a normal cunt. But Manny's tongue, darting in and out of her snatch hole, probing over her swollen clitoris, was giving her that relaxing satisfaction which she knew would soon elevate her to another orgasm.

As she sucked on Manny's cock, she jostled his balls in her hand, and this seemed to make him hotter. At least, he jumped and hunched harder. Tuesday was pleased.

Tuesday had not considered Manny's age, but then she figured he must be in his late twenties. Certainly a time when his potency should be at its height. But there were damn few men, she figured, who would be able to come twice on the same hard-on. Especially if they had been thoroughly fucked on the first go-round as Manny had. But as

she sucked on his cock, she felt it grow harder and harder, and she knew that he would indeed spill his sperm again.

There were gobbling, slopping noises as they ate each other. With their mouths full of cunt and cock, there was no opportunity for, or need for, conversation.

Although she had to work at sucking his cock, she was able to relax and enjoy the feeling which was building in her cunt. It spread like fire through her crotch area, and galloped along her taut nerves until the yew top of her head tingled.

I'm going to come again!

No sooner had this run through her mind when she felt the last surging heat boil up in her loins. She could feel the lust building, and as she suffered the first onslaught of orgasm, she clamped her legs together, trapping Manny's head.

He struggled to free himself so that he could keep his motion going, but she had him trapped, and all he could do was lick and gobble her cunt. It was enough. Tuesday could not have endured anything more.

Meanwhile, she had pushed her head back and removed his dick from the back of her mouth. She knew he was nearly ready, and she rolled the head of his tool about with his tongue while she fastened her lips tightly on the glans. This would extract the maximum from his prick, but she had to make him come quickly. Her lips would soon tire if she sucked as hard as she was.

Ah, but her timing had been great. She felt the hot slop gooing out of his cock and running down

her throat. She did not spill a singe drop of it. She drank his jizm with the relish of a thirsty traveler at a desert oasis.

Freda was tired, but she was still intrigued by the stow of Tuesday's life,

"This Manny cat sounds like he might have been the very guy a girl would like to meet. Hell, he ought to have been able to show you some new tricks."

Tuesday's laugh was bitter. "Yeah," she sneered. "He showed me a hell of a lot of ropes. If I had had a ten-foot length of one, there were a lot of times I would have swung myself from a rafter. This guy had to be the number-one asshole of all time."

"Really?" Freda said, her eyes brightening.

"No, not really. I mean he was too damn much of a snob to really get down and eat, a cunt. He was just a bastard. He was the type who would hold his mother for a nigger to fuck!"

"What are you? Some kind of racist? I never knew you had anything against blacks."

"Hell, I haven't but that was an old whorehouse saying back in the long-gone days when Manny was showing me how to rise in the world…"

Manny smoked cigars and wherever he went, there was usually a trail of acrid smoke flowing out behind him. Conversation with him was a study in survival, and Tuesday always tried to get upwind of him if possible. He also had an annoying habit of farting, and this again proved the upwind position to be the best one.

"Listen," he told Tuesday, punctuating his remarks with stabs of the cigar into the air. "There are more cocks than there are available cunts. You know that. So the deal is to manage your cunt right and fill up the bank with money."

"How?" Tuesday asked.

"Hell, Henry Ford couldn't sell cars. He made em, but he got him some smart people to sell 'em. Now you got a quality product in your pussy. But you can't sell it. You'll always be a two-bit hooker if you don't get some smarts. You got to have proper management. It's the way to fame and fortune!"

"And you got the proper management?" she asked doubtfully.

"Damn right! Listen! It's just a matter of moving in the right circles. I can move in those circles and steer you to the guys. You know, on a call-girl basis. Hell, I figure with your cunt and your looks, a hundred a pop would be reasonable."

"A hundred a pop? You mean everytime a guy comes or fucking all night?"

"Oh, you'd give him a couple of hours for the hundred. I figure two or three a night. Six or seven if we work in the college fraternity set. Hell, you ain't ever seen so much money!"

After a couple of days, Tuesday decided that if there was no other way than to be a whore, she might as well be a high-class one. Reluctantly, then, she agreed to submit herself to the "management" of Manny McDowell. In reality, she knew that Manny was a pimp and nothing more.