Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"That's it, cunt!" Buck growled, squeezing her full, round tits until her creamy flesh bulged out between his fingers. "Such a tight little cunt! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda! Shake it real good!"

Buck's cock was soaked with Lynda's blood as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn mouth of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening bolts of pain that shot through her cunt with every thrust of Buck's cock. Her big blue eyes rolled and a single, shimmering strand of spit drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

"Wake the whore up!" Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady's long, lush body went limp beneath him.

Grady opened a beer and upended it on Lynda's helplessly upturned face. She came awake choking and crying, and before she was fully conscious Grady popped a second can and force-fed it to her in two huge gulps.

Grady opened a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured it all over Lynda's face. She choked on the hard liquor, snorting on what flowed up her nose and blinking her eyes against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to lick and suck at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their tongue's washed over her face and their lips slurped over her soft skin.

"Now shake your slutty ass, whore!" Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush hips. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. "Fuck me back, Lynda, or I'm going to make it so no one ever wants to fuck you again!"

Lynda couldn't hold back her cry of terror. She remembered the belt whipping against her gorgeous face and knew that Buck would love nothing more than to get a chance to carry out his terrible threat. It hurts horribly, but the next time Buck shoved his foot-long cock into her cunt Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

"That's it!" Buck shouted, fucking Lynda's helpless cunt even harder. "Shake your ass, you sweet whore! Clamp your scummy pussy on my big cock!"

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the violation of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too late. Every tearing slice ot Buck's massive cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

"Tell me you love it," Buck said, leaning over her sleek, sultry body and washing his tongue over her face.

"I love it!" Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed. Buck's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her lips, every poked into her ears and nostrils. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unbearable friction of Buck's huge cock on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady's mind.

"Have some more to drink, Miss Cartier," Grady said, uncapping another bottle of booze and poking the neck between Lynda's moist, parted lips.

The dazed beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Buck dropped his head to her full, round tits and chewed on her nipples until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda's head was swimming. For a moment she wasn't even sure where she was. Then Buck sank his strong fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. "I'm cumining, Lynda!" he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his massive cock into her with pussy shattering force. "Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I'm going to give your pussy a fucking cock-cream shower!"

Lynda's feelings of pleasure disappeared in an instant when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tattered cunt clamped tight around his pistoning cock and her svelte body froze on the pool table.

"No, Buck!" Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, frightened eyes. "Don't cum inside me! Please, please, please, please, don't shoot your stuff in my pussy! Oh, please!"

"Drown on it!" Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her torn pussy as his cock spurted jism. "Maybe we can make a fucking baby slut to carry on the family tradition!"

Lynda almost vomited as Buck's jism splashed deep into her shredded cunt. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a heavy, wet weight deep inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her poor little pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

"Just like a dog pissing on a tree," Buck said as if he'd read her mind while he shot the last of his jism into her fouled little cunt. "You're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there's a lot more dogs in this kennel. You'll be getting pissed on a lot before the night's through."

Lynda wept in shame and degradation at Buck's mocking words. When he pulled his cock from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in terror. He had ripped her wide open with his massive cock.

And he was just the first. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat head of his massive cock down on the plump mound of her pussy.

"Take a look," Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda's head. Drops of blood and strands of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda's face. "Looks good, doesn't it? Good enough to eat. Lick my cock, Lynda. Lick it clean of all your nasty pussy-slime." Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely features with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her cheeks, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty cock over her lips until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

It took every ounce of willpower Lynda possessed to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy cock all over the dainty pink lapper.

"Nhhhh!" Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as Buck wiped his filthy cock clean on her pretty tongue. The taste was so foul that she couldn't keep from gagging. "Nh-ugh! Ugh! Oh, please! Ugh!"

"Oh please?" Grady said, a grin on his face as he slapped his fat cock brutally against the petal-pink lips of Lynda's pussy. "Are you begging me to fuck you, fancy-ass Miss Cartier? Is that what you're begging for?"

Lynda couldn't answer Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes, a miserabie expression on her gorgeous face. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady's suffering that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his wrist and a quick, brutal jab of his hips, he buried his whole foot-long cock into Lynda's pussy.

"Ahhhh!" Lynda screamed, her eyes crossing as Grady sliced his cock between her stretched pussy-lips. "Nhhaaaooowww! Slow, Grady, please, please slow! I hurt so much already, Grady! Please, slow!"

"You had your chance for slow and you fucking blew it," Buck said, wiping her tongue with his cock one last time, then drying it in her silky black hair. "The only thing that's going to help you now is fast. And that's what you're fucking going to get."

Grady grabbed Lynda's full tits in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue eyes empty with shock, her mouth hanging slack. Her long, lush body jerked with spasms as Grady's cock pounded her into the pool table.