Austin Williams - Widespread whore

The customers did, indeed, begin to come with regularity. There were old men and guys so grassy green that she had to fish out their cocks and get them started. There were blacks and whites, Indians, foreign and domestic, and she even had an Oriental. This was her first major shock after turning pro.

The man was small and under his tailored suit, Tuesday could tell at a glance that he was well proportioned and muscular. His slanting eyes and heavy lids made her feel nervous.

"Ah, Missy," he said with a smile. "Indeed, I do myself honor to be here. Ah, let me conclude the vulgarity of our financial arrangements." He handed her a tightly wadded hundred-dollar bill and averted his eyes as she stuffed it into her handbag on the dresser.

"Okay," she said matter-of-factly. "It's your party, mister. Just tell me how and what."

His eyes appeared to be pained. "Ah, Missy, it is your choice to make the style of our meeting. I am a poor foreigner visiting your wonderful country. I would like to experience everything in a native

way."

Tuesday was about to tell him that there was no strictly American way to fuck, and that citizens of the USA got their jollies in every conceivable manner.

"Well, we make love a number of different ways," she said. "But I guess the most grass-roots American way is dog-fashion."

"Dog… dog-fashion?"

"Yes," she said. "It's a ticklish thing because you, come in from the rear while I'm kneeling. The trick is to tickle me about my asshole."

"Please," he said. "I only want to get the general idea. Would you, therefore, do me the honor of disrobing and assuming the proper position? Mean while, I, too, will divest myself of my garments so that I shall be in the proper condition to accept the beauty of your body."

Tuesday was certain he was not putting her on. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and was naked before he could carefully hang his trousers over the back of a chair.

As soon as she was naked, Tuesday hopped up on the bed and sank on her knees. Then she leaned forward and put her head on the bed. Her ass was turned up to his view, and both her asshole and cunt yawned open to him.

He hesitated for a moment, and then began to peel off the remainder of his clothes and hurl them into a careless heap on the floor. Tuesday was anxious to see his cock.

However, he kept his back toward her, and she saw the rounded contours of his ass. He turned to

show her his fully erected cock.

Tuesday blinked. His prick was without question the most incongruous thing she had ever beheld in her life.

Mr. Hiroto was scarcely five feet tall, but he had a huge and well-developed prick which reared out of his crotch like a missile ready to launch. The shaft was a pale yellow. But when her eyes had wandered the full length of nine inches, she discovered a flaring head peering from underneath a pronounced foreskin. The head, like all the cocks she had ever observed, was red and angry-looking, and there was a distinct possibility that the foreskin was not going to skin back all the way.

Underneath his prick, there was a gathering of loose flesh which Tuesday felt reasonably certain was the product of surgery or abuse. She could not be awe of which, but she was very certain that it had not grown that way of its own natural accord.

It was truly an awesome cock, but Tuesday was not exactly a beginner in the art of fucking and it held no fear for her.

His cock was much slimmer than any nine-inch prick she had ever seen, but the girth did not interest her as much as that head. If the skin would not come back, he would be very slow to come. If it did come back, then it would either slide all the way to the rear and expose a smooth, well-oiled surface, or it might, as some she had previously sucked and fucked, bunch itself into an unyielding wad right behind the head.

This kind of cock always rode the hell out of a clitoris, and sometimes, even on a commercial

fuck, Tuesday would be coming under the fucking of such a heavily wadded foreskin.

Mr. Hiroto whirled with the grace of a ballet dancer and faced her with his legs thrust wide apart, a heavy sac of pendulous balls swinging between his legs. His cock did not soar upward as most cocks do. Rather, it stuck out at a right angle from his body. He would not have to pull it down to reach her hole. He would merely have to extend himself straight forward.

But Mr. Hiroto was not a man to fuck at once. Tuesday watched him as he bent low to inspect her ass. Gently and tentatively, he probed about the brown bud of her asshole. Goddamn, it tickled, but he did not make her want to jump. Instead, she found that she was as fascinated with his inspection as he seemed to be with her asshole.

He lowered his face until she could feel his breath on the inside of her ass crack. His nose soon came in contact with her asshole, and she felt his knees sink against the bed. Then, as he forced his nose up her asshole, she felt a shaking and vibrating which could mean only one thing. The son of a bitch was jerking himself off.

Now what kind of shit was this?

Tuesday craned her neck to see better, and she had a clear view of him striking at his cock with lightning like, seven-inch strokes.

Each time he ran his hands up and over the head of his cock, he allowed, his second and third fingers to part, and the shaft would run upward through the aperture. Deeper into her asshole he nuzzled. As his nose burrowed further, Tuesday became

aware that he was taking an oral interest in her cunt with his mouth. She felt his teeth nabbing against the jaws of her cunt, and involuntarily, she squeezed her pussy together. That one seemingly innocent gesture was her undoing.

From the passive asshole sniffer, Mr. Hiroto was transformed into a raging maniac who scared the living shit out of Tuesday as he flung himself screaming upon her. He grabbed her roughly and threw her from her kneeling position to her back. Then he lunged on top of her, biting and clawing her with all his considerable strength.

Tuesday, not expecting his attack, was certainly ready to accept his cock into whatever hole of her body he wanted to stick it in, but she was not prepared to accept his long nailed hands which were upping her flesh from her back and opening long bleeding lacerations in both her titties. Not only did he claw, but he also bit, growling deeply in his throat as he probed her upper body with his mouth, biting little chunks of her as he went.

It took Tuesday maybe a half minute to realize that the son of a bitch was not just a violent fucker. Hell, he was a dangerous sickie who could easily inflict serious wounds on her body.

Tuesday began to fight back like a tigress. But she was no match for his strength.

But the suddenness of her retaliation hit him unprepared. He was bowled over backward, and a livid streak of red appeared from just under his left nipple, downward across his stomach. This had been opened up by Tuesday's long fingernails.

Feeling the pain, he hesitated a moment, looking

down at the blood on his body. Then, with eyes blazing, he smiled a leering, crooked grin, and leaped back upon her.

This time, he was "no nonsense" Hiroto. He jammed his fingers deep into the softness of her titties, and when she felt the flesh tear, she opened her mouth and screamed. It was the cry of fright, of desperation, and of release. For while Tuesday was in severe pain, there was a certain electric stimulation to what the little man from the Far East was doing.

He soon exhausted his interest in her bleeding body and her lacerated tits, and turned his slavering attention to her cunt. Shaking his head about like a mad dog, he forced her legs apart and dove… literally dove into her muff. His hard teeth crashed into the puffy softness, and he bit her pouting pussy, biting hard until there was a taste of blood in his mouth. Then, changing his course, he became strangely gentle, and sought to suck her clitoris out of its protective hiding.