Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

"Hell, Boss, you remember, Lily. She always sucks you best, you said," Silk spoke, upset now that he might have incurred his employer's bad graces. "She's the broad you said you liked to fuck the best, too. Remember? The one big Lonny there goes for…"

"Shut up, I know," the big man coughed, thrusting his loins up at the girl's face. "T-Think I'm stupid, like you? Just because I can't see, Silk… don't ever get any crazy ideas."

"Awwww, come on Boss. You know me better than that," the pitted faced one replied, half-smiling as he watched the voluptuous blonde sucking at the handsome blind-man's heavy cock with obvious desire. He saw her small white hands weighing his big, muscular employer's bloating balls with unashamed lust as she bobbed her head up and down over his prick. Her lush tits swayed beneath her excitingly, and her magnificent ass was thrust out behind. Christ, what an ass she had!

He knew well enough. He'd watched her out in the casino where the girls danced topless and bottomless, with no secret little hair-pieces strategically camouflaging their pussies; in fact, Max had ordered that she keep hers shaved clean, and what a sight that was when she swung into her Godamned dance, that thin little pink split twitching right before his eyes… Shit! The bitch knew how bad he wanted her, but she was playing her present status with the big-man right to the hilt. She figured she was in… well, Silk Weaver could wait… and then…

"Tell me, Silk!" Max Bovino barked, lifting his pelvis into the air toward Lily's grotesquely distorted, attractive face. "What's it look like?"

"Hell, Boss, it's wild! I can see the pink flesh of her mouth being pulled out and clinging to your prick as she sucks you! Her lips are tight and her eyes closed. That blonde hair of hers is all over her head, flailing every which way, from bobbing up and down, and her tits are jumping and swaying like crazy, her nipples a half inch long! She's wiggling her ass… I think she wants something shoved right up that hairless, pink cunt!"

Max Bovino felt his rod stiffen in her mouth with Silk's words. He grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive fingertips down over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and along his own prick. Then, he inserted one finger along side his shaft into the warm wetness of her small mouth and felt her tiny, excited tongue wrap around it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her face, sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his brain. She began to moan and he said: "You want something in that hot cunt of yours, baby? Speak up if you do. Hurry… I like the idea… you're hitting me good, now."

"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger. "Mmmmmm hmmmmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job.

A twenty-one year old girl and an ex-addict, friendless, in a strange city, was apt to submit to most anything that meant security, she realized vaguely; but that was before she had fallen in love with Max Bovino and his beautiful Launcelot… before she had become hooked on sex, rather than heroin.

Max leaned forward in mounting lust, worked at loosening Lonny's harness momentarily, then, snapped: "Now, Sir Launcelot, you old whore-master! Go get her! Fuck her, Lonny! Now! Now!"

The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Lily as Max kicked the ottoman away and she raised her buttocks high in excited anticipation. Immediately, the brute raised up on his hind-legs, mounting her with fore-paws wrapped about her full, undulating hips, his strong hind-quarters moving in close between her soft spread thighs, shoving forward his long tapered cock, while Lily quickly plunged one hand down between her legs to guide the stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her voraciously quivering slit. Furiously, the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist, pink pussy open wider and wider with every jolting plunge.

"Unh… unh… mmmmmmmm!" Lily moaned, the vibrations generating from her throat into Max's loins like a telegraphed message.

Christ! How he wished he could actually see it all… view it from every angle, the way it used to be in his plush Boston apartment when he was big-time… with mirrors all over the fucking bedroom and broads crying to get at his prick… the good old days before that lousy bastard had melted his eyeballs with acid… Sonofabitch! It wasn't any good to remember. Nothing was ever going to bring back his sight… but soon, he was going to have his revenge… after fifteen years… at least a part of it… and if he didn't get these thoughts out of his head right now, he was going to louse up his climax.

Hell, he didn't need to see, anyway! He could visualize! Those years in darkness had taught him more than the normal person could ever dream of!

Suddenly, the salaciousness of his imagined, depraved picture caused him to shove his loins up higher at Lily's face, and he envisioned her lips being drawn out contortedly, grasping at his cock as she sucked at it wantonly, while his dog Lonny fucked into her with his growing, long animal rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.

He actually lifted his head and looked down at what he knew would be a lust-twisted face. His finger-tips lightly touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between her ovaled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked it's husky base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted, mentally watching the crown of her head bobbing up and down below, while simultaneously she would be working her buttocks in little gyrating circles and Lonny relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling cock into her with violent machine-like thrusts.

The whorish little slut… he knew how she loved that dog's mighty prick thundering up into her… they all did, once he let them in on the treat, but it was that first time that he, himself, liked best… the way they'd cringe and beg in shame, their Godamned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their flinching holes… giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else could. And momentarily, that thought inspired another… What the hell did the Sheldon broad want? Whatever, it was all right… maybe a little premature, but that was okay, too; he'd waited too long as it was. If he'd moved when he'd first found out for sure, he could have enjoyed complete, vindictive pleasure… now, he was going to have to settle for a half-measure… but he intended to milk that for all it was worth.

Silk had described the little China-doll to him, as only that perverted bastard could, setting his balls to churning just thinking about her, and for a moment, he imagined that it was the exquisite half-oriental bitch sucking his prick and that sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.

Lily sensed her employer's throbbing reactions and began to suck at his ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy, with just his cock in her mouth and Lonny's magnificent thick prick pounding into her seething vagina.