Walter Collins - Tijuana slut

He took the massager out of my quim and laid it aside. He put ice bags on my boobs to get rid of more swelling. He started massaging my cunt. His fingers were magical. There wasn't any way to get all the aches to go away. He did take care of a lot of them.

The man took the ice bags away from my tits and inserted a special one in my cunt. The ice burned, but wasn't unbearable when I knew the results would bring relief I asked him why they were letting him do this. He said they wanted me

in decent shape for what they had planned. I could tell by the way he kept checking the door that he was doing more than he'd been ordered.

He positioned heat lamps in spots that would do the most good. The man began to use a strong massage unit on me-after the rub-down. By the time he was done, he had me feeling almost human again.

He let me get up and walk around for a few minutes. He gave me a glass of wine and some mush to eat. He'd worked on me for more than two hours. He was satisfied that I was ready for the women.

I was scared. I wanted to prolong my stay with him as long as I could. My mind fought desperately for a solution. He was ready to lead me to the women's room. The only thing I could think of to delay it, was going down on him again.

Without asking permission, I dropped to my knees. He grinned and unzipped his fly. This was obviously part of the reason he'd been kind to me. That didn't make me mad. It was a way to rest for a few more minutes.

My lips were still puffy and sore from the tight ropes. It took an effort to get my mouth open. I got his cock-head between my teeth and clamped gently down. I stretched his cock out as I nibbled on its crimson face. The soft tool tasted nice and his crotch smelled good. My own body had been scented. It was warm and as nearly pain free as it

had been since my arrival here. I rubbed his satin cock-flesh with my tongue and gummed it.

Pedro thrilled to the attention. It only took seconds for the spear to stiffen and stand at strict attention. I was exhausted but began to suck and nibble his prick. The man stroked my hair lightly, guiding my efforts.

I felt his cock-nectar drip onto my tongue. It left a light, salty trail as I began to move my head back and forth. The heat swelled through his crotch, warming and caressing my face. I tried to deep-throat him and found that I was too sore.

He didn't seem to mind. It was enough of a thrill just to have my warm, wet mouth wrapped around his hard-on. I felt strangely guilty over not being able to take his cock into my mouth all the way. I tried everything I could think of to make up for it.

Ignoring the pain in my jaws, I wiggled them. I made my tongue do all kinds of tricks. I sucked and blew like I'd never done before. I wrapped my arms around his ass for support. His pants slid to his knees and I could feel his hairy butt against my hands and arms.

The man's ass was tightening by itself now. He was coming along nicely. I was defeating my primary purpose. I would have to go to the women when I made him come. I was going too damned fast. I slowed down. He wasn't in any great hurry for me to finish. I let his cock come out of my mouth. I held it up and licked it like an ice-cream

cone. I tickled it under the crown. I sucked his hairy balls into my mouth and teased them for a couple of minutes. Sensing that I'd delayed as long as I dared, I gobbled his cock into my mouth again.

His tool was blushing. It was so hard it was bowed in the center. Its hole was open and popping as it disappeared from sight. It was so hot it almost burned my tongue. I reached his nuts with one hand and toyed with them awkwardly as I kept my other one on his ass for support.

I could feel his balls shivering against my soft palm. His thighs were like steel and his ass was locked with thrilling readiness. I knew it was only a matter of seconds. I gave up trying to stall. He deserved a good climax. I was secretly afraid that he was like the rest of the men. I was afraid he would force me.

My lips locked around his erect prick like a virgin cunt. I began to bob my head back and forth as fast as I could. His balls began to leap and bounce in my hand. His ass began to move back and forth in an uncontrollable effort to fuck my face. His hands laced through my hair and began to squeeze firmly as he guided my head.

It was working. He was getting ready to empty his load. He was having fun and he wasn't hurting me. I slapped his shaft with my tongue and it began to swell. This time he kept his rod in my mouth and I drank his cum. It gushed into my mouth and ran in big gooey rivers down my throat.

I didn't fight it. I let it go down and sucked his balls as dry as I could.

He zipped his fly back up, gave me a handkerchief to wipe my lips and helped me to my feet. The few minutes of relief were coming to an end and I knew it. He reached to a shelf and got a brush down. He took fifteen minutes to get the tangles, rats and knots out of my reddish hair and give it a little luster. He put the brush up and directed me to the next customers' bedroom. I shook with fear. I would have given anything not to go.

Pedro led me into a luxurious bedroom like the one I'd tried getting out the window of. The two women sat on a loveseat sipping their drinks. My eyes skittered around the room looking fretfully for special torture devices. I didn't see any. The room was nice. It even had a large canopy bed with strong supports.

"Fasten her to the usual spot," one of the women breathed musically.

Pedro led me to the end of the bed. He reached under the velvet side curtains and revealed four lengths of chain. One hanging from each corner at the foot. Each length of chain had a cuff at its loose end. He clamped them to my wrists and ankles and locked them. I was standing spread-eagled at the bottom of the bed. I was a captive audience for whatever happened in the bed itself.

The women dismissed Pedro and came over to examine their helpless prize.

"Have a piece of candy, sweetheart," one of them smiled sweetly, holding it to my lips.

I took it without thinking. They began to feel of my body. I was surprised at first. They weren't rough. They were curiously gentle. Then something strange began to happen to me. My body began to ache for a cock.

My cunt drooled and quivered. My twat simmered. My belly boiled. The women reached out and stroked my pussy leisurely. They slowly undressed and lay on the bed, naked. One of them twisted Mound playfully and ran her smooth, well-kept fingers up the inside of my thighs. The nectar dribbled from my cunt. I was in heat. Painful cramps of consuming need tore through my belly and cunt. I needed my pussy stuffed.

"Please… " I sobbed as the woman rubbed her fingers along the sides of my cunt. "What did you do to me?"

I watched helplessly as they wrapped their arms around each other and fell onto the mattress in a long, sweet kiss. I stared unhappily at their smooth brown-eyed tits pressing against each other. I squirmed as they slipped a thigh between each other's legs and began to roll their beavers gently.

My snatch was on fire. I couldn't control myself at all. I twisted, begged and pleaded for release as they petted. The women answered my agonized sobs with giggles and demands that I tell them how

much I needed sex.

They forced me to watch as they sucked each other's boobies. I made the strong canopy supports tremble as I twisted in a vain attempt to free myself. It was more than I could bear to see their flesh break out in goosebumps and their nipples stiffen.

I felt the honey from my twat run down my thighs. I stared at them with wild eyes. I was panting. I screamed at them. I shook the bed. My torment just made them hotter.

One of the women began rubbing her hands across the other's neatly brushed bush. My pussy was snapping and popping as I watched her scratch her hairy cunt-mound lightly.