Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

I found myself suspended for a long time in the delicious heaven of orgasm as he filled my cunt. When I'd finished, and the dog had gotten off, I cleaned up and the driver started selling me on an idea he had. He told me that he made regular runs through Barstow. It turned out that he knew a Madam who'd opened a classy whore house in the area and needed girls.

Every time the driver picked up a hitchhiker, who looked like she would like that kind of work, he'd drop her off at the house. I'd go over real big, because I was young, well developed, liked sucking and fucking and had Hitler. It would mean a lot of money for me. It wouldn't take forever to build up a nest egg. I'd have nice clothes, a nice room, good food, and reasonable working hours.

I didn't see how I could refuse. I needed money, I craved nice clothes and wanted to be able to travel in style. I was sick of being a drop-out and a hitchhiker. We got dressed and climbed back into the front of the truck cab. The driver started the giant truck and got us back onto the highway again. Suddenly the desert looked different. It looked beautiful. I was looking forward to my new job.

The desert was starting to get cold now as it turned to winter and I was thankful for the warm room of Mrs. Johnson's whore house. The deal I'd swung with the madam was special. I got paid more than any other girl in the house, except for the one who specialized in kinky sex, and my hours were more flexible than most of the other girls. Hitler had made it all possible. His broad tongue and big cock gave me the edge I needed. I quickly found that most men would pay the madam, and me, extra just to watch the dog fuck and suck me. Then they would leave a good tip when we were finished.

I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but it was a means to an end. It was only temporary and I knew it. I'd have my savings built up before the winter was out and then I could start over someplace fresh. The first couple of weeks were easy. I put on a show or two a night and made it straight with a few of the johns in between. We never had any trouble. Mrs. Johnson was paying the local cops off and had two of the biggest, meanest-looking bouncers I'd ever seen. Of course, with Hitler around it was even better.

Most of our customers were long-haul truckers and local Marines. They were nice enough and willing to pay for what they got. The only thing which really had the madam worried was the possibility of an accident or an unhappy girl, or customer, going to the paper and getting her shut down. So she made sure everyone was kept happy.

I probably would have spent the entire winter there and been fairly content if the other special girl hadn't gotten sick. The girl came down with the flu at one in the afternoon and Mrs. Johnson called for me. I'd use the other girl's room because of its location and soundproofing. There wasn't anything to worry about. I'd be paddled and expected to scream and cry for show. But the cords would be cloth and the only thing available to hit me with was a smooth ping-pong paddle. I'd get eighty percent of the take plus tips for any of those kinky tricks.

I turned her down at first. I didn't want to be spanked. I didn't like pain and told Mrs. Johnson so. But the woman talked and talked until I gave in. She needed help and I could always use the money. Besides, she promised to keep close tabs on the action while I was with that type of customer.

M normal room was on the second floor and the other girl's was in the basement, for atmosphere as much as anything. I helped the other girl up and got her bedded down in my bed, before moving the few things I'd need down to her room. The night started off well enough. I did my usual routine with Hitler and straight fucked a couple of times. Then, about midnight, a new customer came in and wanted to paddle someone. That someone was naturally going to be me.

My mind had been blown at the ranch. There wasn't too much I wouldn't do willingly, but this still made me nervous. If it hadn't been for the money, I'd never have done it. With visions of depositing enough with Mrs. Johnson to bring my balance to fifteen-hundred dollars, I dressed in my lacy; black bra and crotchless panties, a flimsy black garterbelt and black-mesh stockings. Taking Hitler with me, I went to my room and waited.

My customer was about forty. He was pale and fat with beady eyes. I smiled nervously as we gave each other the once-over and came to terms. Then Mrs. Johnson left us, taking the money with her. Hitler was anxious to get a piece of me and we didn't waste any time. I undressed as my customer leaned back in his chair smoking a cigar and watching. I removed everything but my garter belt and nylons before stretching out, on my back, across the bed. The man stared intently as I coaxed the big German shepherd between my legs.

The dog's tongue was delicious and soothing. The pink tongue flicked heavily across my cunt, thrilling and heating my cunt with each caress. My cunt-hole bubbled and drained its slick juices. The big animal lapped it up and slurped across my clit. I trembled with excitement. I squirmed happily and watched the man in the chair blush deeply as he started to sweat.

I had gotten so used to doing this that I became hot even under his watchful gaze. My nipples stiffened and pouted lewdly. My ass began to grind in circles. I squirmed beneath the dog's tongue. When I felt I'd put on enough of a show for my customer, and was hot enough, I rolled over and stuck my ass high in the air. Hitler backed off and got ready to pounce on my back. Everything was going great. I was so hot that a trickle of honey dribbled down my thigh and caught on the rim of my nylons.

The dog landed heavily on my back and danced forward. He'd gotten as good at this as I had. He hit my pussy with a single lunge. I gasped and clawed the bedspread. Half of it was acting and the other half was real. I had to please the customer, but I was super hot at that moment and had to please myself too. A real gasp slipped past my lips as the dog's meat crashed into my cunt. His hairy cock rubbed roughly against my cuntlips and the entrance of my pussy. I whimpered.

It felt great! So powerful-so good! I tossed my head from side to side, biting my lip. I wiggled my ass. I reached under myself and began to toy with my tits. "Oh God!" I moaned hotly, as the man in the chair licked his lips and stared at me with a strange sparkle in his eyes. Hitler increased his pace, grinding his hindquarters harder and harder. My cunt thrilled and trembled to his magical torture. Each stroke satisfied an itch someplace. Each thrilling stroke heated and fired me higher and higher.

It was so good-so very good! My tits seemed to swell to the touch of my fingers. The idea of having a customer watch and get his kicks from seeing me come made it even better. The thrill of the dog's pistoning meat blocked everything else out. Hitler climbing hotly toward his climax, his hindquarters jerking madly back and forth, and his slobbering tongue licking my back spurred me on. My pussy was so hot I could have lit a cigarette on it. I'd learned to time my climaxes to meet his and we were soon trembling and jerking madly. Our loins slapped together in an unbelievable blur of satisfying need.

"Oh wow! Oh! Oooh! Ooh God-yes! Oh! Oooh! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yesss…" Sweat was pouring from the man's forehead and running down his cheeks. He was so engrossed in what was going on that he didn't even notice the dribbles of saliva running from the corners of his mouth. Hitler slammed home with one last super-thrust and began to fill me with his jism. I sailed over the brink of my own orgasm and rode the roller coaster of release. Then I collapsed into a heap on the bed and the dog jumped off.

When I'd regained my composure, I rang for Mrs. Johnson. She came and took Hitler away. I would have liked to have him stay in the room with me. But I knew he'd attack the man the first time he raised the paddle to hit me. Hitler'd had his fun now, and I couldn't let him go around chewing up paying customers. Mrs. Johnson led the dog out. The man closed the door and made me lay on my stomach.