John Kellerman: Sex slave virgins

"You girls nicest that stayed here."

"You mean there've been others?" Mary gave him an incredulous look.

"Oh sure," Royce laughed. "Nate bring them from out of state most of time. Not come right into trap like you did."

"How does he keep out of trouble?"

"What trouble?" Royce grinned, pouring Mary a drink, then getting another glass for Teresa. "Most girls leave here with new outlook on life."

For courage, Mary slugged the liquor. Teresa was acting sinfully suggestive. She was so changed. Or maybe this part of her had been just below the surface all these years, and Mary had failed to recognize it. Teresa draped herself against Royce while he whispered something filthy into her ear. There was shrill laughter then and Teresa ran her fingers down over the crotch of his pants. Mary drank more booze. She was nervous, knowing what she had to do. She knew the keys to everything were in Royce's pocket. All she needed was one to get out of that room.

"Hell, why we fool around," Royce said. "We get in the shower together!"

Mary's heart skipped a beat. "All three of us?"

"Hell, yes."

Teresa giggled and let the big man lead her to the bathroom. There she draped her gown over the hook on the door and let Royce devour her body with his eyes. Mary undressed, too, and when Royce reached out to pull both of them against him, she shuddered. She could hardly stand to look at his cock. The cock that had been forced so deeply into her body. But she had to stop remembering that. Every time she recalled the details, her cunt began to throb and her breathing changed. It was hard not wanting it to happen again. The pleasure she'd experienced while skewered on the big man's prick had been almost unearthly.

"Hey, hot water feels good. Almost good like rub against you two little girls."

Royce palmed Mary's ass, appreciating her rounded curves with his soapy fingers. His other hand traced Teresa's more boyish ass. He seemed to like both of them, kissing Teresa's large, round tits and then hungrily sucking at Mary's smaller adolescent breasts. Though her mind was still on escape, Mary couldn't ignore what was happening to her. And when Royce began to finger-fuck them both simultaneously, she panted raggedly and leaned her head against the man's broad chest.

"Hell, most girls don't want leave here after boss and me show them to fuck."

"Ohhhhh," Mary sighed. Teresa was busily sucking on one of Royce's small, male nipples while her long-fingered hand squished lather around his balls and cock-shaft.

"You better slow down," he said. "I don't have control like boss does."

"Doesn't he ever come?" Teresa wanted to know.

"All girls I talk to say no," Royce shrugged. "Maybe he can't, I don't know."

"But he likes to fuck," Teresa insisted. "I know he does. He was excited while he was doing it to me." She blushed, a little ashamed of her sudden outburst.

"Anybody who no like fuck you," Royce said, "have to be crazy." He turned his gaze upon Mary. "And that go for you, too, baby."

"Uhhhh," Mary sighed as a finger slipped up into her cunt again.

Teresa was kissing her way down Royce's chest now, her fingers still working at his huge prick. When Mary saw her girlfriend look at that thing, she had to turn away. Then Royce turned to let the spray wash the soap from his cock, Teresa quickly curved her lips around his exposed head, her throat working as she sucked. This excited Mary more than she wanted it to. And Royce grabbed her, his mouth covering hers, his hands curling into the softness of her ass.

"Muuuuhhhh," she groaned, letting him think that she was surrendering unconditionally. It was so hard to keep her plan uppermost when Royce was doing these wicked things to her! Royce made Teresa stop sucking him then.

"All go to other room. Bed make things easier."

They dried each other, while Teresa giggled and teased Royce. Mary was watching the big man's pants. He took them with him to the bedroom and folded them neatly on a chair. Then the lights were turned low and they all got in bed.

Teresa was wild with lust. She climbed up onto Royce's belly and rubbed her pussy up and down against him.

"You come up here and sit on my face," he suggested. It didn't take Teresa long to do what he wanted. Mary had to watch as her friend's pussy eased down over Royce's mouth. The sound of him sucking her juices, flicking his tongue across her clit made Mary's cunt throb for action. But she knew what was expected of her. Royce had a firm grasp on her wrist. He was pulling her around so she could suck his cock. Mary swallowed hard as she wrapped a thumb and finger around his huge prick and stripped the foreskin back. At least it was clean.

"Yeah…" Royce sighed as she began to lick it with the tip of her tongue. Then she let her lips slide out over his knob like Teresa had done only moments before. She bobbed her head slowly, letting just the tip go in and out of her mouth.

At first, the act made her dizzy. Teresa whimpered and squirmed around with her cunt, smearing hot juice all over Royce's chin and cheeks while his cock throbbed between Mary's lips. But after the first few seconds, the heat and smoothness of the big man's cock-head excited her. She used her tongue in new ways, trying to figure out which way worked best.

"Wow, baby, you do it good," Royce said, pushing Teresa up from his mouth a little to speak. Teresa growled something and thrust her cunt against him again. By now, her juices were leaking down his neck. The slurpy slide of her flesh was growing more ravenous, more carnal. And Mary knew that Royce was tongue-fucking her deeply.

Mary was torn. She knew that if she sucked him hard enough, she would get a hot mouthful of cum. And doing that was the quickest way to wear the man down. Wasn't that what she wanted? To make him tired and sleepy. That was the only way she would be able to get to those damned keys.

"Uhhhh," Royce groaned, as Mary bobbed her head faster. She was scared. She'd never tasted cum before. Would she get sick and throw up? Would she gag on the slick, slimy cream?

Teresa was plunging and writhing atop Royce's face. She grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was facing away from Teresa, but Mary could see the sinuous movements of her willowy body and hear her panting sighs.

"Uhhhhh," Royce groaned again, his hips moving from the hot, wet suction of Mary's mouth.

"God," Teresa panted, "I'm gonna come! Ohhhh. Royce, put your tongue in me all the way now! Ohhhhhh!"

Mary held Royce's shaft steady with both hands as she turned her head around, lapping and sucking his swollen cock-head. His cock felt like a ripe, warm plum in her mouth. It was throbbing, swelling even larger. Breathless with anticipation, she began to jack Royce's foreskin up and down to hurry things along. The suspense was killing her. She wanted to have it happen, to finish him off. But she couldn't forget that her cunt was dripping juice as she sucked him. Did a girl's body respond like that any time something was poked into one of her holes?

"Uh, uhhh, uhhhhh," Royce grunted, his hips rising and falling. The head of his cock seemed huge. The skin was taut and silky in texture. Mary smeared hot saliva across it again and again, letting the underside of her tongue caress him, too.

Suddenly, Royce seemed to stop breathing. He was very tense, his belly hard and trembling. She could feel his thighs harden, and as she worked his cock-skin up and down, a thumping, throbbing pulse began up inside his groin.

The first hot spurt shocked her and Mary nearly pulled her lips away. But when the taste didn't turn her off, she continued to stroke Royce's tip with her tongue, milking the hot sap out of him. Each jet of it spattered against the roof of her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and slid them up and down. Her tongue did a frenzied dance against his stiffness.