Austin Williams - Widespread whore

Though Tuesday had been somewhat thrilled by the pain, she was not turned on. She had no passion for the yellow brute who was ravaging her body. Thus, her clit was not hard and it wasn't stimulated. But Mr. Hiroto had seen reluctant clits before.

He pulled her cunt apart until she feared it would split. The skin tightened over her upper snatch and revealed her buried clit. Licking his lips, Mr. Hiroto started a hard suck from the upper end of her cunt slit and gobbled hard until he had pulled her clitoris into his mouth.

Then he performed an Oriental clit clobbering which sent Tuesday's asshole to opening and slamming shut in such horrendous succession that she wondered at the speed of its flapping.

Once he had the clitoris under his control, Mr. Hiroto probed it expertly with his tongue. Tuesday was unable to keep it from becoming hard. As it rose in his mouth, he roughly shoved his index finger up her asshole, ramming his thumb up her twat. She was literally going out of her mind, for as he worked on her clit, he was deftly but surely cuffing the inside of both her cunt and asshole with his fingernails.

His cock was spewing juice all over Tuesday and the bed. This madman was not interested in fucking her dint; he only wanted to impose pain and suffering. Tuesday was sure that if she survived Mr. Hiroto would go away with his cock unsullied by a Western cunt.

After her cunt and asshole were bleeding, and her titties seemed to be about to drop from her body, Tuesday gave up resisting. She lay still, hopefully that he would soon blow his load into the air, and fall away. Then, by God, she would deal with him.

But he was not going to unload in the air! As soon as both her cunt and asshole were ripped into bleeding pulps by his fingernails, and her clit had been sucked until it felt as though it might separate from her body, Mr. Hiroto jerked his hand from her pussy, and again started to pull his meat.

Goddamn, how the juice flew!

At first she thought hopefully that he had come.

But then she knew from the consistency of the ooze which he was spilling on her that it was not come; it was only a copious supply of cooze oil. The juice from his cock not only soaked Tuesday and the bed, but it also ran back over Mr. Hiroto's dick, saturating his upper stomach, and running down to drench his balls which were drawn up tightly under his body.

He bared his teeth again, and Tuesday prayed.

God, don't let that slant-eyed son of a bitch bite a nipple off one of my titties. Her prayer was apparently heard and answered. Mr. Hiroto made no further effort to gnaw on her breasts. Rather, he jerked himself upward, and he seized his cock and lowered himself so that it fucked into her bloody pussy.

Ah, she was relieved to find that her cunt was still intact. She did her best to relax and let his cock slide in. She would not bite down with the muscles of her twat.

He began to fuck. And he fucked well. He varied his depths and his directions. But Mr. Hiroto fucked alone. Tuesday did nothing whatever to aid him or to meet the challenge of his cock. She was too frightened, and a little sick over what he had done to her. So, he was paying her a hundred. The cocksucker ought to shell out a thousand for what he had done. By God, would she ever tell that bastard Manny a thing or two!

The sweat streamed down Mr. Hiroto's face. His balls were building higher and higher toward their inevitable explosion. Tuesday was holding herself back. She knew that with one or two more

hunches she could bring him to orgasm before he knew what hit him. Then, feeling the throbs of his cock, Tuesday closed her eyes to let him come, to get the whole nightmare over with.

But Mr. Hiroto was not to be brought off so easily. He was getting his money's worth. He plunged his cock to the maximum depth, and then with a slooshing sound, he extracted it from her cunt.

Before she could open her eyes and focus them, she became painfully aware of why he had withdrawn. As soon as he was out of her cunt, he raised her ass off the bed, and with a reckless disregard for the delicate nature of rectal flesh, he drove his big-headed prick to the hilt in her battered asshole.

Tuesday again rent the air with a pitiful scream. Mr. Hiroto seemed to be heightened by the sound. He quickened the pace of his assault, and poured the prick into her bowels.

Then, with a scream of his own, Mr. Hiroto unloaded his sperm. Tuesday distinctly felt the heat of his come as it poured into her asshole. She was suddenly glad he had chosen to get his rocks off in her ass. The warmth of his jizm soothed her wounds, and as the trickle of his ball juice dripped out of her asshole and down between her legs to soak the bed again, she felt that she had indeed suffered the extreme cruelty, and had survived.

Mr. Hiroto's cock began to soften inside her.

"Get off me, you son of a bitch!" she cried. "Goddamn you. PU kill you!"

Mr. Hiroto had not grown to middle years being

either slow or foolish. No longer inflamed by the passion of his depraved desires, he was at once the meek little man who had been so solicitous of her in the first place.

"Forgive me, missy," he said, rolling off and shaking the come off his cock onto the floor. "I was carried away. Oh, I am truly sorry to have hurt you.

"Hurt me!" Tuesday screamed as her tears began to flow. "Goddamn, you have nearly killed me. Look at me. Just look! Bloody and torn up. I'll kill you!"

"Peace! Peace!" he said, with palms outward. "I really meant no harm. I was merely overcome by the wealth of your charms."

"Oh, bullshit!" she cried. "I'm You've put me out of business for God knows how long! It's just like somebody burned your place of business."

Mr. Hiroto smiled sympathetically. "As the responsible party, I can pay the damage. How would three thousand dollars, American, seem to you?"

The pain went out of Tuesday's cunt. "Three thousand… dollars?"

"Yes," he said. "You have given me great pleasure, done me great honor, and it is only fitting that you should be compensated for your effort and your damage."

She was speechless.

Manny listened to Tuesday's recital of her session with Mr. Hiroto and the more he heard, the more he smiled.

"Goddamnit!" she raged. "I don't see anything to smile about. The bastard hurt me. He hurt me bad. God knows how long it will be before I'm ready to take on a regular cock again. Jesus Christ! I attract these sickies like a shit draws flies."

"You miss the point, baby," Manny said.

"What point?"

"The three thou you got there in your kit! Hell, we been going about this the wrong way. We been selling plain old fucking and sucking for peanuts when these guys who want blood will lay out the real heavy bread for it. Now what the hell does that tell you?"

"What?"

"It's simple," he said. "From now on we become specialists. We cater only to these fucked-up cats. No matter what they want, we give it to 'em, and charge accordingly."

"But wait a minute," she protested. "I don't

know where you get this we stuff. I'm the one who has to be chewed and clawed and fucked in every hole. Goddamn, I'm getting the pain, and I'm not about to take on bastards like Hiroto unless I get all the money except ten percent. Even then, you're overpaid. I'd like to see what you would charge to let somebody scrape out your asshole with a nasty fingernail."

"Okay. Okay," he agreed. "So, I'll work for ten percent. But we'll get more. Think how hard it is for any of these guys to get what they want. Don't you think Hiroto will tell his friends? Well, he will… and when they start calling, you just turn 'em over to me. We'll run a high-class, specialty service, but the creepy cocksuckers are gonna pay.

Tuesday shook her head in bewilderment. The only reason she was going along was that she knew it would take only a short time to put together enough money to get the hell out of the whoring business. Then, by God, she would marry somebody like Bick and settle down to run a chicken farm. That was what she decided she wanted. The quiet life on the farm.