John Kellerman: Raped young runaway

"Mmmmmm… I wish I had a quart of it!"

The first ice cube was already melting, so she dropped another into her drink and wandered back to the other room. Pretty fancy motel – more like a presidential suite. Nat had paid plenty to reserve the place. But how did he cover up his activities? Bobbie wondered. All it would take would be for someone to slip the motel owner a bribe and then break into the room with cameras flashing.

The possibility of such a thing occurring made Bobbie tremble.

She heard a groan from the bedroom, then another groan – softer than the first. When she went over to peek in, Sandy was stretched out on her belly while Nat worked his cock into her cunt from behind. As he stabbed it deep, the blonde jerked and clawed the covers of the bed.

"Ohhhhh, Nat honey!" she panted, arching her back to press her plump white ass against his belly.

Nat held her hips, working his cock in with a slow circular motion.

Bobbie Ann turned away and went back to the sofa with her drink. The cum was drying on her thigh now. Her cunt still tingled – like it needed more fucking. She looked down at the strange velvety flesh that still bloomed from between the plumpness of her cunt mound. She swirled her ice around in the Scotch, thinking again of how vulnerable a politician was when he carried on late at night with a couple of teenage girls.

"Unless he has protection."

Bobbie went to the curtain that covered the front window of the room. She held it aside just far enough to peek out, and what she saw made her suck in a quick breath and step back.

She'd seen the silhouette of a Highway Patrol car, an officer leaning against the fender with a glowing cigarette in his mouth.

So that was how they worked it – the man had been waiting until she and Sandy had been brought in, and then taken up guard duty outside the room. Senator Rogers certainly wasn't going to be bothered by anything short of an armed invasion.

Aware of someone behind her, Bobbie Ann turned to see Nat leaning in the doorway of the bedroom, a smile on his face. His cock was wilted – but still pretty big. A string of cum leaked from it and fell to the rug.

Bobbie blushed, feeling more naked now that there were male eyes upon her. He came over, taking her drink from her so he could poll her into his arms.

"I guess you know that you're my favorite."

"Yes, I'd like to see you again after the night's over. Of course it isn't over yet, is it?"

"No, Nat. I guess it isn't."

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable over here on the couch. It's going to take a little time for me to get my second wind, but there's no reason why you shouldn't have something nice happen to you in the meantime."

Bobbie let herself be led to the couch, and she lay back on it like Nat wanted. He arranged her legs just so, pushing her knees up until they touched her breasts. She was terribly embarrassed. She knew how her cunt must look all swollen and squishy and dripping with cum. But Nat didn't seem to mind. He blotted it gingerly with a clean handkerchief and eased his head between her up raised legs.

"Oh God…" she moaned, anticipating the first touch of his lips.

"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you. I'm going to have to commend Dan for bringing you to me."

He kissed her then, and all the breath went out of her. He began to lick the edges of her cunt hole, rimming her with his tongue until she was gurgling with hungry excitement and clutching instinctively at his head.

It wasn't going to take her long! Her aching cunt tightened on itself as Nat's soft tongue brushed and teased her clit. No, it wasn't going to take her long at all!

It was close to dawn when Bobbie felt a hand on her tit. She'd been dozing, having strange dreams. She'd been dimly aware of movements and muted conversation but her fatigue had blotted it all out.

Now the bedroom was quiet except for the sound of Sandy's steady breathing. Bobbie Ann blinked her eyes open and looked up into Nat's face.

"Dan will be here soon to take you back," he said. "But there's still time for one little pleasure."

He caressed her neck and shoulders. His hair was mussed and he looked tired – but happy.

"What do you want me to do?"

Bobbie blinked and sat up. The first thing she saw was Nat's cock. It was fully extended and looked loaded with blood. The dark head pulsed like it had earlier that evening when he'd put it deep into her cunt and let go his cum.

"I remembered how soft your mouth was," he said, still caressing her face.

She was pulled down on the bed again, and when Nat crawled around so that he could kiss her belly, she didn't understand exactly what he had in mind. Then he kissed lower, and as his mouth brushed her warm cunt mound, she felt his cock bump her cheek. She grasped it, realizing she was already getting stirred up.

"Whhuuhh…" she breathed as his tongue opened her cunthole, then pushed along the slippery folds. She licked her lips and with another moan, brought her warm, wet mouth slowly over the man's blood-taut cockhead.

He trembled all over as she petted the sensitive swell with her lips, then used her tongue to tease the underside of his cock tip. Together they sucked and hugged on the bed – while Sandy slept on.

Bobbie Ann felt naughtier than she'd ever felt in her life, because what she was doing now was about the most taboo thing she could think of. To be sucking a man's cock while he feasted gently on her hot cunt seemed incredibly wicked. But it felt so good!

All the things that were bad felt like that. She whimpered as Nat's tongue delved deeper into her young twat, then she accidentally nipped him with her front teeth. He gave a grunt of pain but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," she sighed, looking down at the spit glossed knob.

Just looking at it made her want it in her mouth again. She felt shame for the uncontrollable desire to suck a man's prick, but she'd never suspected that just doing it once would lead to an obsession.

"You taste so good," Nat told her, burrowing his mouth deeper, holding her thighs apart as he covered her bloomed cunt with kisses and licks.

Bobbie Ann had never experienced such enjoyment from a man's mouth! She writhed under him, tired from lack of sleep but tingling with the thrill of having her own caressed so hungrily while Nat's hot cock jerked against her tongue.

It wasn't easy to concentrate on what she was doing. Sucking that pulsing knob made her whimper with lust, but then Nat's tongue would slide deep into her hole or caress her tender clit and Bobbie's mouth would go slack around the streamlined shape that filled it. But she could tell then that Nat wanted more sucking, and she tried hard to keep her tongue moving. It was this delicate petting of his glans that made him start to sigh and burrow even deeper into the warm, slippery place between her parted thighs.

"Yaaaahhhmmm…" she groaned, her hips working against the lovely friction.

She was close to coming, and so was Nat. She could feel his cock stiffening. The knob seemed to be pushing her cheeks out, it was so big.

"Baby doll!" he gasped, licking her wildly.

Bobbie's tickle grew quickly then, becoming the maddening itch she had grown to crave. Her body squirmed like a snake might move through deep grass, and she grabbed Nat's big cock with both hands and slurped strongly on that very suckable knob of his. She would never get tired of the sleek, smooth feel of a cockhead in her mouth. She knew that so well!

"Bobbeeee!"

Nat shuddered, his belly as hard as steel. She felt the strong pump deep inside his groin begin to throb. She cling to his cockshaft all the tighter, squeezing the blood to the swollen knob. Her pink tongue swathed and petted it. She curled her licking tongue around it sinuously, pulling at the great bulge, her cheeks sunk in from the suction.