Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

She looked up. He was sitting in the chair, one hand holding the cigar, breathing heavily between thick, parted lips, his eyes glazed and half closed, staring fixedly at her vagina which swelled out under her belly like a half-moon, framed by the thin strip of her black garter-belt and the elastics which stretched to the stockings whose edges hugged her thighs so tightly that the flesh bulged out above in a thin narrow roll.

Still staring, he put his hands on the arms of the chair and half rose while a thick, whimpering growl rumbled in his throat. She stopped, paralyzed, as she saw a crazed haze filming his eyes. As he got up and lunged toward her, growling drunkenly, she turned and ran toward the door. It was locked. She turned around, side-stepped his clawing hands and fled around the desk, too terrified to scream or to shout. Rounding a corner, her heel caught in the telephone cord and she fell to the floor. On her hands and knees she crawled frantically under the desk. His hands seized her by the hips and pulled roughly back and upward until his mouth was buried between her wildly thrashing legs, chewing and sucking deeply, a low, animal moan rumbling deep in his throat. His cigar was still in his hand and its red-hot coal burned into her buttock. Upside down, she screamed and fought. But he held her strongly, his nails tearing into the flesh of her cunt. Violently she beat her heels against him until finally he dropped her, snarling with fury. He snatched a ruler from the desk and began beating her; its sharp edge lacerated her back and hips into a bleeding mess. He fell on top of her and they rolled and fought like two wrestlers. His clothes protected him from her flailing fists and digging nails while her unprotected nude body was soon covered with long, bloody scratches and swollen bruises, yellow, purple, black.

"Bitch, whore," he hissed at her all during their violent struggle until Cynthia could fight no more. The pain had drained all the strength from her and her body suddenly stilled, limp to be turned and twisted as he desired.

Sensing her sudden surrender, the snarling old man rolled her violently over on her back and straddled her stomach. She could feel the rising hardness of his penis pushing up into her heaving breasts through the thick, rough material of his trousers and closed her eyes, her head rolling almost lifelessly to one side.

"Now, bitch," he rasped down at her in a wheezing, panting voice, "I'll teach you to walk around this office like a rotten whore. You're going to show me what you've been doing for all these other young bucks that I've seen looking at you with their tongues hanging out right here in my office."

In the dim haze of her half-consciousness she could hear again the now familiar sound of a zipper being ripped down in haste and then the wet underside of a thick rod of flesh lying across her naked breasts. Strange, she dreamed as though in coma, strange how it moves like a heart beat against me. She could feel it palpitating as though it had a life of its own apart from the vicious old man it was attached to.

Then… suddenly he reached down and tangling his hand in her soft, blond hair, jerked her head up off the floor. At the same time she could feel him shuffling forward slightly on her torso until the thin, fleshless bones of his buttocks were cutting excruciatingly into the firm, fullness of her breasts. She groaned in pain as they were smashed cruelly into her chest from his weight and found her eyes looking straight up into his monstrous, exposed penis. Huge and white, it reared out over her breasts toward her face with the naked blue veins criss-crossing obscenely underneath it.

"Suck it, bitch," he snarled down at her, a vicious gleam of hate sparkling in his eyes.

Her head was forced up harder and she almost became sick as he pressed his cock hard against her tightly clenched lips. She could feel the warm, sticky fluid that had seeped from the tip in his excitement covering her lips and she smelled the hot, pungent odor of it. His other hand dropped and reached down under his buttocks and his fingernails dug harshly into her left breast.

"Open your mouth, and wide," he grinned evilly as he spat the words down at her. His nails dug hard into her breast and her mouth gaped open at the pain. He jerked her head forward again until it felt as though he was ripping the hair from her head by the roots. And then… the monstrous cock filled her mouth, almost choking her as it pressed against her soft palate and gorged all the way back to her tonsils. She gagged and her stomach heaved; she groaned, her eyes closed, with the horrible thing throbbing urgently in her mouth.

"Suck – lick!" he grunted, twining his fingers more cruelly into her hair and jerking her head up and down.

Helplessly, her mouth moved up and down on the great prick.

… Oh God, the thoughts ran through her tortured mind, perhaps if I make him have an orgasm, he'll leave it at that and let me go. Suck… Suck… Lick… Lick… harder… cum… please cum! Please cum… and let me go… the words raced like wildfire through her pained and humiliated thoughts as she sucked like a hungry child feeding at its mother's breast to end her misery.

As she sucked, the huge cock pulsed in the soft wetness of her slaving mouth. There was a stale, musty taste on her tongue and the back of her throat.

"Oh God… how long… how much longer…" her mind chanted over and over again, her head hurting with the constant pull on her hair as he pumped it up and down. She wanted with all her soul for it to end and yet she didn't. The horrible, obscene thought of his lewd sperm cascading down her throat and into her stomach sickened her and she vowed she would jerk her mouth away at the last minute to avoid this intimate humiliation. She just couldn't let him have the satisfaction of looking down on her helpless face while he throbbed his vicious, wet sperm down into her mouth… she just couldn't bear it to give this dirty, old man that final stroke of pleasure.

But the passion-crazed Jackson was not to he denied and he fucked in and out of her mouth like an avenging angel of doom, spitting obscenities down at the top of her bobbing head as though she were a slave.

"Suck it, bitch, use your tongue, swirl it around… there… that's it… lick harder… I'm-I'm cummmming, I'm cummmmmming!"

And before Cynthia could jerk her head away she felt the huge throbbing cock fucking into her mouth expanding like a giant balloon and his steel-like hands clamping vice-like on either side of her head, freezing her in that position. And then it exploded, the hot, sticky sperm filling her mouth in great powerful spurts that bloated her cheeks out wide as though her mouth were filled with air. She had to swallow to keep from choking as more and more of the lewd orgasm of the groaning old man above her cascaded hotly into her mouth. Her Adam's apple raced crazily up and down her tender white throat in a crazy rhythm of desperate gasping sounds that thundered wetly through the room as though nothing else in the world existed.

And for Cynthia, it didn't. She lay limply beneath him after it was au over, feeling his long thin penis deflating slowly in her mouth. She swallowed once or twice more in order to breathe and then felt his body lifting from her tortured chest. The prick slipped wetly from her lips, leaving a thin trail of sticky sperm following it across the fullness of her naked breasts. She heard him chuckle once and then collapse to the floor close to her, his breath coming in short satiated gasps.

She lay there for a few minutes, at first too afraid to move. But as he continued his panting and weaving and made no sign of movement, she cautiously moved her pain-racked body and crawled over to where her clothes were scattered on the rug. Dragging them behind her, she inched toward the door, picking up the key from where it had fallen.