Clint Murdock - Naked Nikki

Nikki gave out a long, deep, breathless moan, fearing that she might be torn completely apart, split into two sections from her vulva to her breastbone and left impaled on the mattress by this gargantuan piece of fucking meat. But before she could be sure what had happened, the bulging Brahma-bull cock was being hauled back out and then slammed into her again, feeling for all the world like its complete length was going in.

Was she actually taking his whole prick up her cunt?

Nikki wasn't certain because her whole crotch was in a state of shock, but she thought that Dane was actually getting his entire big fucking monstrous dick into her as he pumped brutally back and forth once, twice, three times, four times. She pointed her toes at the ceiling and tried to feel the slap of his big balls against her upturned asscheeks. His pounding pelvis was starting to raise an angry, searing, whirling sensation in her hot, hard clitoris, she knew that for sure.

She began to wiggle her pussy under his battering hips, trying to bring her clit directly in contact with the force of his fucking movements. Then she started to pump her cunt back up at him, smearing her horny clitty button against him on each smashing stroke. She groaned anxiously-she knew it would only take a little of this to send her crashing off on one of the biggest orgasms of her life!

And then, with a choking, gargling growl, Dane unleashed a hot, spewing torrent of cum from his egg-shaped testicles, shooting his thick sperm again and again and again into Nikki's hot, wet, tight young snatch. Nikki thought she felt the first violent spurt strike inside her, and then her entire love channel was flooded with his warm, sticky fluid. It poured up inside her womb, splashing against her cervix and rolling back again, overflowing out her open vulva and dripping downward, just as it had with Denise.

Dane groaned with the crushing bliss of sexual release and shoved his bubbling pecker all the way back in her, collapsing on top of her soft breasts with a gush of tortured breath. Nikki groaned in disappointment at being cheated out of her orgasm, but then she felt Denise smoothing the perspiration from her forehead and crooning, "That's all right, baby… that's all right now."

Now Nikki remembered the old adage she had read somewhere and then had heard more than once from Denise herself-it wasn't "professional" for a working girl to cum with her clients. You could make a hundred dollars in less than thirty minutes with some yo-yo you never saw before or after that occasion… that was professional as hell. But cumming with clients, or cumming for clients-either way-oh, no, that we didn't do!

Well, Nikki thought as her stinging clit plagued her from beneath Dane's motionless, fiercely panting body, she had been professional as a sonofabitch. Unfortunately, she was still hornier as a platypus bitch in heat under a full moon…!

Many long, panting, recuperating minutes later, Nikki was amazed when Dane's first words to her were: "I didn't… didn't mean to cum… I wanted to eat you… Didn't mean to cum so soon."

She was tempted to tell him to get down there now and whale away; don't stop until he'd lapped up every single drop of his own sperm and she'd had five or six orgasms herself!

But Denise quickly intervened. "Well, how about next week, baby? Come back and see us then and you can eat her until she climbs the walls!"

To Nikki, she leaned close and whispered in her ear: "You'll like it next week, too, Sweetie… North Carolina will probably beat our asses off!"

Nikki Newman was angrier than she had ever been in her life.

She sat on the bed in her small apartment, shaking with fury. This was the final, crushing straw! This was the last sneaky, slimy, underhanded insult she could take! She wasn't going to be treated like a piece of shit in this world any more!

In her trembling hands, she held the tiny black.32 snub-nosed revolver that she had bought back in Silver Spring before making her first trip to the big city. She turned it over and over, occasionally cocking the hammer and snapping the trigger, as if to reassure herself that they still worked. On the bed beside her was a little Styrofoam container of bullets. They stood in neat, soldierly rows, their brass jackets glinting dully in the dim light.

Well, she told herself viciously, her chin curdling, her lips trembling helplessly… something was going to be done about this! This was one she wasn't going to let go! She gritted her teeth fiercely, a small whine escaping her, but in spite of herself she felt the large, hot tears dropping on her knees. That made her even madder and she looked about frantically for something she could do to vent her anger, for something she could smash, for something she could throw. She finally tossed the gun aside and began beating her fists savagely into her pillows, raining one brutal blow after another into the yielding fabric, her arms wind milling furiously, until at last the killing edge came off her anger and she collapsed in an explosion of sobs.

This was too fucking much, Nikki told herself desperately… she didn't have to be the victim for shit like this!

Could you imagine the balls of that motherfucker bastard Friedman! She had gone to talk to Amanda Trafalgar, just to see if there was anything she needed to know and hadn't been told about the shoot. Had to bribe the booking agent at Hawley's fifty bucks which she didn't even have to get the goddam address, then when she got there it cost her another twenty to persuade the doorman to take her up.

Seventy fucking dollars! Christ, if hadn't been for the weekend of part-time hooking with Denise, she wouldn't have even been able to seethe fucking bitch! And for what?-to find out what! That the motherfucking shoot was already over, had been done weeks ago, and that Friedman wasn't even the sonofabitch handling it anyway! He'd been such a pimpy, obnoxious dicksucker about the whole thing, Amanda said, that Finnelli had finally told him to shove it up his ass and went to Stuart Simms.

And those official, proper, signed contracts were nothing but crap! They were nothing but toilet paper to wipe the shit out of your ass, she told herself bitterly, bursting into another helpless string of sobs. They were completely bogus all the way! Just sitting there waiting to help that nasty, old, shit-faced bastard exploit some other unsuspecting victim, exactly like he'd done to her!

Well, by God, she told herself savagely, sitting up on the bed, he wasn't going to get away with this one! She was going to kill the motherfucker!

She reached for the gun, her face hot and flushed with crying, her hair mussed, her lips swollen and still trembling, her teeth ferociously clenched. She dumped the Styrofoam holder on its side, pushed the cylinder out of the.32 and began shoving bullets into the empty chambers, working as fast as she could with her shaking hands.

She was going to take this motherfucking gun, and she was going to put it up to that big, ugly bastard's head, and she was going to blow his fucking brains out all over the floor!… Then they'd see just how goddam funny the bastard felt about that…!

She finished loading the revolver and slammed it shut, handling it like a policewoman who'd been dealing with weapons for years. She jumped off the bed and stuffed the gun in her purse, working it down to the bottom so it would be out of sight. Then she dragged out her keys, struggled into her vinyl coat, and hurried out to her car. It was pretty late now, so she could be almost certain of catching Friedman at home.

She smiled grimly to herself as she started the engine and headed the automobile for Friedman's expensive apartment. The old bastard would never dream she'd have the guts to do something like this! She was gonna' catch him flatter than a pancake run over by every steamroller in the whole world!… This was going to be beautiful! She was gonna catch him with his pants down a hell of a lot further than they'd been the last time the two of them met!