David Crane - Turned on twins

They began to dress.

Dolly stayed naked, watching them, amused at how completely she had sucked them dry, rather proud of her prowess, in fact, for although the three men were obviously finished, she could have gladly taken on three more.

Kelly tied his hand-painted necktie carefully, saying, "We'll be back tomorrow."

"Err… what if Tony doesn't have the money?"

"Then we'll collect some more interest from you."

"Okay," she said, happily.

It wasn't a bad way to pay off a debt. Dolly was no deadbeat. Her credit was good.

But if Dolly didn't mind gaining Tony some time with her body, Tony, squatting on the fire escape, had serious doubts about the arrangement. He felt terrible, in fact, and cowardly. He had let his girl deal with the gamblers and he felt ashamed of himself. True, it was better if Dolly fucked and sucked than that he suffered broken limbs, but still…

She hadn't seemed to mind, he thought.

But that was probably just a facade. Forced to do such a wicked thing – for his sake, of course – she had simply put the best face possible on it.

But that was some pretty good face she had been putting on Ike's pecker and she'd swallowed it, too. Hell, at least she could have spit it out. Well, she was a neat girl; she probably just didn't want cum stains on the bed.

Tony hung his head in abject shame. With his head hanging, he noticed his cock. No matter how he felt about it, his cock was shameless. Inspired by what he'd seen, Tony had an urgent hard-on.

He had trouble going down the fire escape. His cock was so demanding that it got in the way and, twice, he gripped his prick instead of the rungs on the ladder.

As soon as he saw the three hoodlums leave, Tony went in and rushed to the apartment.

"Those nasty men were here, looking for money," Dolly said.

"Errr… what did you tell them?"

"Oh, I sent them away. They said they'd be back tomorrow… but if you don't have the money, maybe you ought to go out and let me deal with them. It's okay. They seem to have a certain amount of respect for a woman."

"They didn't… threaten you or anything?"

"Oh, no."

Dolly looked innocent and demure. She's trying to save my feelings, Tony thought. There was no way he was going to admit that he'd been crouched on the fire escape, watching and not interfering.

Dolly giggled.

"Why, Tony, you have a hard-on," she said.

He managed to grin and said, "Why, sure… I missed you."

She spread out on the bed and her legs opened. Her cunt, he could not help but notice, was flooded with cum and cunt juice. A pang of jealousy gripped him. But jealousy is as good an aphrodisiac as there is. He whipped his trousers off and his dong snapped up like an uncoiling spring.

They certainly hadn't damaged the goods, he thought, as he slipped his pecker up her plundered cunt and poured a rattling good fuck into her.

But Tony was determined that Dolly would not have to service those scoundrels again tomorrow.

One way or another, he was going to come up with some money.

Dolly drifted off into a contented sleep. That was just as good, Tony figured. It saved him making excuses. He showered and dressed again and went off to meet Charity Anderson at the Old Log Inn.

He arrived precisely at noon. She wasn't there yet. He had a drink at the bar and ten minutes later she walked in, wearing a sexy jumpsuit and causing heads to turn all along the bar as she moved down with her nimble hips swiveling.

A moment later, another girl came in. She had dark hair and dark sunglasses and a floppy brimmed hat that concealed the top of her face. She looked vaguely familiar but Tony paid her no attention.

Chastity's disguise was working.

"I'm sorry, Tony… I have no money of my own."

Tony sighed. He didn't know if she was telling the truth or not, but she looked honest about it. They had taken a booth by the fireplace so they could talk in private, and hadn't noticed that the disguised twin had slipped quietly into the adjoining booth and was listening with interest.

"Hell, who will I do?" he muttered.

"Well, what about me? With my allowance cut off, my wings are clipped, too. We can meet and fuck in the car… as long as you can afford gas."

"I won't be able to drive with a broken leg, anyhow," he said, glum and morose.

"Boy! I'm going to get even with my father for this. I'll fix him… I'll fuck the garbage collectors!"

"That doesn't help me, any."

Charity looked thoughtful. A gleam came into her eyes.

"I have an idea," she said.

Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Why don't you kidnap me?"

"What?"

"I'm serious. I'm sure my father will pay a ransom for me… especially if he thinks the kidnappers are raping me and making me suck kidnapper dick and all. He probably wouldn't give a damn if they threatened to kill me, but the old bastard couldn't bear the idea of having me raped."

"I don't know…" he said, doubtfully.

"Why not? It's safe enough. I mean, I'll give a phony description to the police. There's no way they'll catch you. And we can split the money."

Tony was getting interested.

"How much you think he'd pay?"

"Oh, a hundred grand, easy."

He got more interested.

"The hard part in kidnapping is figuring a safe way to collect the ransom money," he said.

They thought about that for a while.

Charity said, "I know! You can go to my father and offer to act as a go-between. Daddy doesn't know many commoners, so he'll probably take you up on an offer like that. Let's see… you can pretend that you left something in the garage… some reason to be there when the ransom note is found…"

"It just might work," he said. His face was serious. He was looking for flaws in the plan.

Tony was no hardened criminal. The worst thing he even did in that regard was a bit of illegal gambling or storing gasoline against a shortage. He would never have actually kidnapped anyone. But since the girl was a willing partner and an accomplice in the scheme, it ought to be safe enough. If she, the supposed victim, testified that he had not been the culprit, what jury would indict him? At the worst, if they were both found out, they might get charged with extortion or fraud or something, but not kidnapping. Besides, at best, his problems would be solved. Normally, Tony would not have even considered such an illegal and risky scheme, but now he was desperate. He didn't want a broken leg and he didn't want Dolly fucking and sucking off the interest on that debt day after day, while the principal went unpaid. The idea scared him, but he set his jaw in determination. He had already been a coward that day, lurking silently on the fire escape and doing nothing to save his girlfriend from a triple rape; that, as much as anything, forced his decision.

Slowly, he nodded.

"Let's do it," he said.

Charity clapped her hands together, delighted that she would be getting revenge on her father… and making a tasty profit in the bargain. A girl with fifty thousand dollars to spend would never have to go without pecker. And Chastity, in the next booth, fingered the false birthmark she'd drawn on her throat… and grinned.

They made the arrangements. Tony fetched a sheet of paper from the bar and they composed a ransom note – a menacing letter, implying that if the money was not paid immediately, the poor girl would be raped with vigor, energy, and remorselessness.

"In the mouth, too," Charity said. "Put that in… that should get Father real shook up, thinking about vile hoodlums slipping dick into my face."

Tony amended the note.

"Prolonged rape, too," she said. Her imagination, always keen in sexual matters, had full reign in this composition. "And say that you'll take photographs of me with dicks in my mouth and send them to the society pages. That's good. Father would rather die than see a picture like that in a newspaper. He'd rather have me sucking goat dick than to have people in the social register know I was being humiliated."