Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

The other girl would have her uses as well, the depraved Frenchman realized as he studied Jenifer's long willowy body, because she obviously had plenty of experience and could be counted on to do what she was told. But it was the unwilling and reluctant innocent who really turned him on. He switched his attention back to the shorter of the two women, stretching out one arm languidly and playing with Ann's swollen and trembling breasts while he casually smoked a cigarette.

"Hey, little Miss Larkin," he said in the same insulting tone of voice. "Why don't you get right down here so we can be comfortable. That's right, honey, between my knees… Blondie, you just stand by, because I'll be getting to you in a minute."

Ann's body had already begun to tremble with fear, but she obeyed without question, her head spinning with the liquor she had consumed. She would do it if she could, she resolved drunkenly. Everything was riding on her now and she had to force herself to go through with it…

"Open up the barn door," LaFarge grinned broadly, "and we'll see if the horse has escaped."

Ann's hands were shaking badly, so she took a quick sip of her drink before going ahead, managing to unfasten the Frenchman's fly and draw down the zipper while Jenifer perched on the arm of his chair and allowed him to play with her firmly rounding young breasts.

"Now take my cock out, baby. Let's have a look at the basic equipment for our evening's entertainment."

The Frenchman obligingly raised himself up in the chair to allow Ann to draw his pants down over his hips, exposing a small, flaccid penis nestled in the reddish-brown pubic hair of his loins. To delay a little longer, she fussed over him, pulling off his shoes and socks and removing his pants entirely. But as she looked at his cock, she knew already that she could never do what he wanted her to.

"Okay, baby, you get the picture," he snarled, suddenly in a hurry. "Get your pretty mouth down there around it and let's see those lips go to work!"

"I can't!" she said faintly, so frightened that the words caught in her throat.

"Let me, Jacques," offered Jenifer immediately, trying to avoid a clash of wills between LaFarge and her friend. "She's a little new at this and it takes awhile to get warmed up…"

"Shut up, you bitch," snapped the Frenchman angrily, never shifting his eyes from Ann's tear-streaked face. "What do you mean by telling me you can't?" he asked Ann cruelly, leaning forward and running his fingers harshly through her hair. "When Jacques LaFarge tells a woman to do something, she does it! Do you understand? Now put that cock in your mouth and start sucking!"

"I understand… but I just can't do it, Mr. LaFarge," Ann wept in despair, knowing that Mr. Birindelli was witnessing her refusal to carry out a client's order and would certainly fire her the moment he got the opportunity.

Suddenly LaFarge yanked Ann's soft brown hair forward, dragging her head forcibly into his loin and holding her face directly against his twitching squirming cock. With his free hand, the Frenchman reached down and carefully slipped the belt off of his pants, curling it menacingly around his fist.

"All right, little girl, let's see if we can't change your mind," he spat at her as the belt suddenly whirled through the air and crackled against her panty covered left buttock, exposed and vulnerable because of the abnormal position her body had been forced into. Ann saw the blow coming and tried not to scream when it landed, but the sting was too great.

"Oooooogh!" she moaned, jerking her body forward to escape the pain, despite the fact that this action only drove her face harder against the Frenchman's stirring penis. Now her lips were resting directly against the soft unerected flesh she wanted so badly to avoid.

"When I feel that tongue go to work," LaFarge told her, lifting his arm for another stroke, "I'll stop hitting. And not before!"

Ann gritted her teeth, determined to let him beat her to death rather than yield. If she submitted to this depraved and merciless Frenchman, part of her would be destroyed. She would be soiled, forever dirtied, never again worthy to return to her husband's bed. But LaFarge's arm descended powerfully and another piteous cry broke forth involuntarily from the lips of the inexperienced young woman as he left an ugly red mark the length of her back.

"Oh, please, no," she begged and as she spoke, her lips brushed accidentally against the soft smooth male-tasting tip of his cock. She felt it stir like a snake and grow slightly larger as the French fashion designer became aroused by the sordid scene before him.

Deep inside, Jacques LaFarge had always been a sadist. Since his very first boyish experiences with the weaker sex, he had enjoyed forcing women to do his will, degrading and humiliating them whenever he could get a girl in his power. For him, even sex itself was not as enjoyable as the pleasure of tormenting a pretty and preferably innocent young girl into some unnatural act which she would find offensive and disgusting.

"Open your mouth. I said," he ordered again, bringing the belt down even harder on the girl's smooth unresisting back. Ann groaned once more but kept her teeth tightly clenched. LaFarge grinned at Jenifer who was still sitting next to him, wincing whenever thrash fell across her girlfriend's tender white skin.

"Now, you wouldn't give me a hard time like this, would you, blondie?" he asked mockingly.

"No… why don't you give me a chance to prove it?" she replied invitingly, wiggling her breasts lasciviously at him, obviously trying to salvage something from this terrible situation and save Ann from the beating she was receiving.

"You're too anxious, you little whore," he taunted her insultingly. "I'll take care of you as soon as I figure out what you don't like." And with that, he brought the belt down again even harder on Ann's fearfully quivering buttocks.

The scared young brunette knew she could not hold out much longer. LaFarge was pulling viciously on her hair, inexorably forcing her face against his swelling cock, and the pain he was inflicting on her smooth, delicate skin was almost unbearable. The slender Frenchman was wiry and muscular and Ann saw clearly that there was no chance of her breaking away by force. She also guessed that LaFarge was enjoying delivering this cruel and heartless beating and would be quite happy to go on hitting her for the remainder of the evening if she continued to defy him.

The belt descended again, harder than before, and Ann jerked forward violently, stung by the pain and opening her mouth to cry out in agony. But immediately LaFarge's fingers were busy at her lips, forcing the head of his cock-now hard and firmly erect – into her suddenly open mouth, while his other hand held her head tightly in place. Ann groaned with revulsion and tried to back away from him, but the hand in her hair was too strong and she could not move. She did not dare to bite this important client's fingers as they roughly invaded her mouth, and when she gasped for breath, the deed was done and his broad thick cock slithered snake-like up into her moist, dark mouth.

His penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all the way into the back of her tender, white throat, tickling her and making her gag. LaFarge's hands held her head in a vise-like grip and Ann realized immediately that there was no hope of escape. The man was much too strong for her.

"There we are, little lady. Isn't that better than having your ass beaten off? Now start sucking, baby!"

Ann's dazed eyes focused on the long, hard cock emerging from the obscene clump of pubic hair at its broad base and disappearing from her field of vision as it stretched all the way past her parted lips and into her mouth. Now her humiliation and degradation were complete. There was nothing lower and more shameful than this. The absolute bottom had been reached and all the scared young brunette could think of was the possibility that he might start whipping her again. She could take anything but that. Thank God for the whiskey, she thought. Sober, I would just die.