Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

"Suck, suck, suck!" LaFarge commanded from high above her and the brightened brown-haired girl began to do as she was told, her lips nibbling tentatively on the Frenchman's hugely swollen cock-head while she tried to accustom herself to this lewd and unnatural invasion of her mouth. Trying desperately not to think about what she was doing, Ann started applying more pressure on his lustfully jerking cock, taking him into her as if he were bitter medicine of some kind.

LaFarge began to slowly undulate his hips back and forth, thrusting gently in and out of her reluctantly sucking mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so that the tip of his bulging instrument of torture always remained just barely within the barrier of her teeth.

It's not as bad as all that, Ann told herself as the Frenchman sawed rhythmically in and out of her softly nibbling mouth. I guess it wasn't worth the beating, especially since I wound up doing it anyway. Or maybe that's the whiskey talking.

The taste was slightly bitter and strong, but the man was clean and the smell was surprisingly pleasant. The rubbery blood-filled head of his cock glided smoothly across the surface of her tongue without opposition, and Ann gradually found herself liking the lewd sensation it created.

"Come on, baby, put some heart into it!" LaFarge ordered her from above. "This is a famous cock you're sucking. Show some enthusiasm!"

Oh, God, there's nothing else I can do! I have to please him or he'll half kill me! thought Ann, her anger starting to edge out the fear inside her.

She enticingly ran her hands up his hard muscular legs. Her fingers found their way to his heavily swinging testicles and she began to squeeze them lightly in time with his deep thrusts up into her lewdly sucking mouth. At the same time, the young model clamped down even harder on the Frenchman's desire-stiffened cock, her lips forming a tight elastic circle around it. With her agile tongue, she began to torment the lust-swollen sperm-filled gland of his penis, lashing back and forth across the tip and arousing him to greater and greater heights of excitement.

Christ, she's really turning on now, thought the depraved European fashion designer as he looked down at the young model's lewdly bobbing head and watched his massively throbbing cock appearing and disappearing between Ann's glistening red lips.

To excite himself even further, the Frenchman pulled the supple and willing Jenifer down across his chest and forced her to kiss him while he played with her full, firmly formed breasts, with an occasional feel down beneath her panties to the girl's moistly curling triangle of blonde pussy hair. Whenever Ann opened her eyes, all she could see was her girlfriend's taut well-rounded buttocks suspended a few inches from her face. LaFarge continued to rock back and forth with his hips, fucking brutally up into Ann's cruelly-stretched mouth, and at the same time thrusting his lewdly searching middle finger up inside Jenifer's steaming vaginal passage, causing the tall willowy blonde to moan low and sensually as he crudely manhandled the soft fleshy folds of her cunt.

Behind the mirror over the fireplace, Birindelli loaded another roll of film into the camera, smiling with the deepest satisfaction. The oldest son of a notorious Mafia leader, the vice president for sales and promotion had learned this and many other criminal tricks at his father's knee. But it never would have worked without these two girls, he reminded himself, giving credit where credit was due. Both of them were carrying on magnificently and he already had enough compromising photographs to blackmail LaFarge into signing contracts for many a year.

Christ! he cursed happily under his breath, look at that girl suck! She's eating him like they were going to pass a law against it tomorrow! I got to get me some of that good stuff first thing in the morning, he promised himself, just as soon as I get that French bastard's signature on the dotted line.

From where Birindelli was concealed, he could see all the action perfectly and the scene could not have been better arranged had a professional director appeared on the set and organized everything for the filming of a men's smoker. The entire profile of Ann's statuesque body had already been photographed as she bent over LaFarge's reclining form, her heavy sensuous breasts jiggling back and forth as she performed the unnatural sex act. Above her, the camera's eye had clearly traced the Frenchman's hand as he manipulated the moist hair-covered flesh of Jenifer's cant, causing the girl to shiver and tremble as he deliberately whipped her into a maddening frenzy of sexual excitement.

Ann's mouth was gradually filling with saliva, made slightly sticky by the emanations of white fluid which were seeping from the tip of LaFarge's long, hard cock. As she worked over him slave-like, Ann realized drunkenly that she was more disappointed than anything else. She had spent the entire afternoon working up the courage to sleep with this man and now she was reduced to giving him all the pleasure and getting very little back for herself. Secretly she had been dreaming about going to bed with him and being driven into a screaming passion as she had with Mr. Benson. As it was, the very perversity of their actions was exciting her tremendously, and when she had satisfied him, there was no guarantee that he would take the trouble to satisfy her.

LaFarge seemed to have very little concern for anyone's pleasure but his own. Freeing his hands from Jenifer, the Frenchman ran his long sensuous fingers into Ann's hair and began to force her head up and down more violently on his hotly thrusting cock, precisely as if her delicate mouth were just another cant into which he could spew his vile animalistic lusts. Ann could feel his murderous instrument swelling and expanding even more inside her mouth until there was virtually no room left for anything else. Choking and gasping for breath as his lust-maddened penis plunged into the back of her throat, Ann slavered bravely over him, not daring to admit defeat. She knew that she had never in her entire life been so abused and debased and she sucked even harder, sensing that LaFarge was close to an orgasm and wanting to end the humiliation as quickly as possible.

Her cock-filled face contorted with the strain, Ann closed her eyes and concentrated on her job as the Frenchman's heavy sperm-bloated balls beat a steady rhythm against her chin and saliva overflowed from her mouth and dripped to her heaving but neglected breasts swinging lewdly down below. She wished she could take a two-minute break to get another drink, knowing that she had to stay drunk if she wanted to get through the evening, but naturally this was impossible so she re-doubled her efforts to make the eccentric fashion designer cum.

LaFarge seemed to sense the change in the brown-haired model's attitude and knew he could not hold out much longer against that kind of intense pressure. Bizarre, obscene images and fantasies danced through his mind as he felt the tension in his loins building to an impossible level and he tightened his grip on the girl's head, wanting to make sure that she did not twist away and ruin everything for him when he started to cum, wanting to make the humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot, sticky sperm.

There was a ringing and pounding in the Frenchman's head as the flow of sperm-filled liquid began high up in his balls, as the muscles in his abdomen suddenly went tight, contracting and forcing the fluid through its narrow channel, around and down and out the tip of his penis in a fine powerful spray.

Into Ann's mouth and far back down her throat!

His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to the back of her tonsils and he held it there as he came. She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the roof of her mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks, everywhere, as the sperm came out in a white-hot stream which seemed never to end.