Roman Hans - Hot and horny Holiday

"I guess." Dee Dee shrugged in resignation "The damn car has to be fixed. Might as well be now than later." She knew she looked pathetic, that the tone of her voice was positively sobbing with woe is me, however, deep in some dark part of her mind a perverse excitement pulled switches and aggravated her ache-itch. What was the matter with her?

Dee Dee almost laughed when she saw Alex Brazo. Bo had created bogeymen on the ride to the garage. The Brazo brothers were mean. The Brazos had been in jail many times. Any man who messed with Brazo women woke up in an alley staring at cats. Any female who allowed her eyes to rove while with a Brazo wore casts and used crutches. Dee Dee put her hand to her mouth and turned her head to hide her smile. Alex Brazo was a dwarf.

He climbed out of the trunk of a car that was under repair and waddle-walked to Bo and her. Good Lord! but he was a funny, odd little man. He was almost a gargoyle with his too large head and too long and thick body for his tiny legs and arms. He stopped before Dee Dee, looked up and broke his horse face into an ugly grin.

"I knew you was the one that Bruce was talking about." His voice shocked Dee Dee. It was a deep grating threatening rumble that belonged to a six-foot-four, 300-pounder. Yet it came out of this man-child whose head top didn't reach her breasts.

"Oh," Dee Dee didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah." The dwarf turned his head and spit a stream of tobacco juice towards an empty oil drum. The stream wasn't high enough, it splattered against the side, then wormed down. "I told Marcus, if you that fine-assed little filly I see now and then bouncing your titties to school on Closter Street, then we has some fine baby-fucking coming. That right?"

Dee Dee's itch-ache faded. He wasn't a funny little man anymore. Dried tobacco spit was ringing his over-thick purplish lips. His eyes were a bit bloodshot, and the whiskey breath he blew in her face made her nauseous.

"There's no call for that, Mr. Brazo." Bo was tight-lipped, but respectful. "She's just a kid. She's scared enough!"

The dwarf shot a warning glance at Bo. "Fuck off pimp… and you," he looked at Dee Dee, "you want that car space," he leered, "then into the office."

Good God, what was she getting herself into? He damn near oozed fear and dread and violence, yet, why did she feel this way? He was so small, he couldn't possibly hurt her. She glanced at his crotch for a hint of any oversized penis. Nothing. Why was she frightened? She was just being silly. Just plain silly! Hadn't she taken Bo's magnificent prick? The image of Bo's huge hammer hanging on this little man flashed through her mind and brought her instant relief. Impossible, he would look like a man on a cock instead of a cock on a man. "Lead the way!" She could handle him. "That's what I'm here for!"

"Rightttt!" Alex's face brightened. He spun on his peggie legs and waddled toward the rear of the shop. "Take care of things," he called to Herbie and Bruce, "and don't bother me or I break your legs."

They waved and nodded. Alex opened the door and nodded her in. It was just an office and a small one at that. There was a roll-top desk, a couple of chairs, a spittoon and that was it. Dee Dee didn't understand. Where was she supposed to lie down? The floor was unbelievably dirty and greasy. "Where?" she started to ask. "What?"

"Through that door." Alex brushed on by her and opened another one. This room was something out of an eighteenth century torture chamber.

The room was completely mirrored, floor, walls and ceiling. There was a six-foot iron wheel affair with hand and leg irons in one corner. Handcuffs on the end of chains were hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of whips and paddles were resting against the mirrored walls.

In the center of the room was an eight-foot water bed with straps and things attached to its iron frame, and sprinkled about the floor were padded horses, the kind she used in gym class to practice the olympic events of jumping or hand exercises.

"You like it baby?" Alex grinned. "Me an Marcus built it special. What's your hang-up? Like to be chained? Whipped? Maybe have your ass paddled? You name it, we go it!"

Dee Dee's blood turned to ice-water. Chained. Beaten? Whipped? Mother. Mary, what had she gotten herself into? He had to be crazy. She looked to tell him it was all off, that she couldn’t, nor would she do this. There just had to be another garage or another way to get Doyle s fixed. This dwarf was perverted!

Alex was stripping off his shirt. He glanced at her, "Well, get 'em off, baby. I can't fuck you if you're dressed!"

"That's all" Dee Dee said. "None of the whips."

Surprise crossed Alex's ugly horse face, "You don't want a warm-up?"

Dee Dee shook her head. "I never… no, I don’t think so"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself, but get them off so I can see what I've bought."

Relief flooded so powerfully through Dee Dee that she became light-headed. Just fucking, thank God. She wasn't going to be tortured. She hurriedly stripped off her clothes before he changed his mind.

Alex turned away to keep this tender beautiful chick from seeing the almost raw sexual pleasure that he knew was flooding his face by conning her. It worked every time. Sure the whips and chains were for broads who asked for them! Sure they were, and the Pope was a Jew, too. Stilt this one was so young, so small, so inexperienced maybe he wouldn't use 'em. His cock rose to half-mast at the sight of her young creamy vibrant body. Her breasts were invitingly large and stood firm and proud to the world. Her waist was tiny, her stomach muscles were rippling under satin skin, even her rounded thighs and sponge-rubber ass cheeks cried out promises of childlike glee and joy. She had perfect legs and a moist pouting mons veniris that was barely covered by silken, sparse hall's. Oh yes, yes, ah youth, it had been so long since he had fucked a sixteen-year-old that he had forgotten what virgin pink nipples tasted like or what thrills of pleasure lay in their first reactions to sensuous pain. Besides, he couldn't afford not to do without the chains and degradation. She was sixteen. If she changed her mind after the car was fixed, she could turn him in for statutory rape. Therefore, regardless of how cock-stiffeningly beautiful she was, or how good or bad a fuck she would be, nothing was worth twenty years in jail. No, he couldn't afford skipping the fun treatment. When she walked out of her, today, if she walked away, he corrected himself, he wanted her believing it had all been a nightmare that couldn't have happened to her. Or at least, something she would never want to talk about. Besides, what good was a willing fuck? He liked to hear them squeal.

Dee Dee was surprised at the shape and size of the dwarf's cock. She didn't know if she had been expecting a man's prick to fit his trunk size or a wee peepee to fit his stubby legs and arms, but, certainly not this. It was five or six inches of thin bluish-veined shaft, topped by an ugly purple over-large, arrow-pointed glans penis. "Uggh," she shuddered involuntarily. It was a, a, devil's tail. A dwarf spear and… rising. Oh Lord!

"On the floor." Alex said, pointing to one of the padded horses and added, "and layover that thing."

"Why?" Dee Dee was alarmed. "What's the matter with the bed?"

"You're fucking me. Remember," Alex leered, "and I like it doggy."

Dee Dee sighed in relief. Doggy made sense. His legs were so small, he would have to stand even with her so low. Besides, doggy-fashion she wouldn't have to look at him. She got on her knees and eased over the soft, padded horse. It was too high. She almost teetered. "It's-" she started, but Alex cut her off.

"I know… I can see." He turned something and cranked her down. He stopped when her knees and elbows hit the floor, and she was braced comfortably across the horse. "Better?" he asked.