J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

Donna Joe stared with horror. She realized what she had done and what would be expected of her. She didn't want to learn the things the redhead had in mind. She didn't like the thought of what she'd just done. She didn't want to turn into some kind of freak who could only enjoy other woman. Donna Joe was very scared now.

She knew she'd have to escape from this, and do it quickly, or she'd loose all the pride she had left.

Donna Joe was on the platform again, slowly moving to the music. She felt the lewd eyes stripping the clothes off of her. She was beginning to get used to the feeling, and that frightened her. She hadn't really known what she was getting into when she took the job. The dancing wasn't so bad, but she wasn't just dancing here.

She was giving herself to different men every night. Any man who had the money to offer had her, and that wasn't the worst part. She was also available to Ellen whenever the redhead got the urge.

Donna Joe was surprised when she felt a tap on the shoulder. She stopped dancing long enough to see Ellen climbing up on the platform beside her.

"It's early yet," she protested.

"Don't worry, sugar," Ellen said. "You're getting an early break tonight. Someone's asked for you special. I think there's going to be a game."

Donna Joe's heart nearly stopped. A game – she knew what that meant! She'd seen a couple of girls who had been waitresses for one of the games. It usually took a couple of weeks before they looked normal again.

"Don't look so sick, sugar," Ellen said. "It's not so bad. I bet you'll even enjoy it."

Donna Joe gave Ellen an ugly look and stalked off of the platform. Bo was waiting for her near the door. His ugly, fat face had its usual grin.

"The game's downstairs tonight, sugar," Bo said. "I hope you're going to be a good girl."

She didn't answer. She tried to brush past him and Bo grabbed her arm. He squeezed so tightly that she felt a pain shoot up her arm.

"You will be a good girl," Bo said.

"Yes," she promised. "I'll be a good girl."

"That's fine," Bo said. "Now you take a quick shower and put on the outfit that's on your bed."

She nodded. Donna Joe knew what was in store for her, so she didn't hurry. It was an hour before she was dressed in the skimpy French maid outfit and black high-heels.

When she finally went downstairs she found four men sitting around a card table. One big, red headed man looked up with obvious delight.

"Hot damn," Roy Bagwell said. "We've got us a winner this time. Look at that stuff! She's so sweet I can already feel my cock sitting up to take notice."

"She's nice, all right," Tim Bales said, "but hold your horses. The game hasn't started yet."

"Well, let's get it started," Roy insisted.

Things didn't start off so badly. She was expected to keep cold beer and nuts on the table while the men played cards. She was also expected to let them play with her body at will. She didn't protest when the hands groped at her. Roy was the worst of the four men. He constantly put his hand on her ass, her thighs or her titties. She couldn't seem to escape his quick fingers.

"Goddamn it," Roy said finally. "The cards just don't seem to fall right for me tonight."

"That's because you don't have cards on your dirty mind," Tim said.

"I can't say I blame him," Rich James said, reaching out for Donna Joe and pulling her into his lap. He slipped his hand into the top of her outfit and fondled one of her braless tits. "I think she's about the sweetest piece we've ever had at one of our card-playing sessions."

"She looks a little young to me," Adam Richards said softly. Adam was the fourth man at the card table and was the one that worried Donna Joe the most. He was tall and skinny, but Donna Joe had heard many stories about him. He was supposed to be mean and bad-tempered.

"Hell," Roy said. "Younger is better. The sweet meat tastes a lot better than that old stuff. Hey, pass her over here. Don't take that titty for your own."

Rich pushed her out of his lap, and she stumbled and sprawled into Roy's lap. His mouth immediately covered hers and his fat tongue wiggled into her mouth. His hand grabbed her thigh and squeezed until it was almost painful. His strong fingers slid higher until he was touching her panties.

"You sweet piece," Roy gasped. "You sweet fucking piece of ass."

Donna Joe gasped as his fingers rubbed her cunt mound. She knew he was telling the truth – she was just a piece of ass, nothing more. She couldn't have love or marriage or any of the things that other women had. She was just a piece of ass for any man who had the price.

She felt hands on her shoulders. She looked up and saw Rich standing over her. She felt like crying as his hands slid down the front of her outfit and cupped her tits. He pulled her tits free of the clinging material of her maid's uniform.

"Look at these," Rich said. "Look at this sweet pair. Adam said she was too young."

Donna Joe shivered as Rich bent over and touched his lips to one of her big brown nipples, but responded to the warm heat of his mouth. She didn't like the idea of these men turning her on all at once, but she was just too hot-blooded.

"Sweet little tits are getting hard," Rich said. "She likes it. Let's see how she likes a cock. A big cock!"

Rich unzipped his trousers and pulled out his half-hard prick. He took her hand and pressed it against his cock, and she felt it grow stiffer under the hot circle of her fingers. She began to slide her hand up and down the length of his prick.

"Ahhhhhh," Rich moaned as his hands squeezed her tits a little harder. "Yeah, I like that. Keep doing that, baby. I like that. You've got nice hands."

She felt his hot come cream start to leak onto her fingers as she worked on his throbbing cock. Her fingers managed his hot flesh until his prick was as hot and hard as possible. She moved her hand closer to the sensitive ridge and began brushing her thumb along the bloated tip.

"Oh shit," Rich groaned. "Oh Jesus Christ, it feels good. It feels good."

Roy's hands began to play between her legs, and her cunt was getting hot and wet. She felt the tips of his fingers probe beneath her panties, brushing against her sensitive cunt lips.

"Ummmm," she moaned softly. "Oh God, you're making me hot. I don't want to be, but you're making me hot."

Roy had finally had enough, and he pushed her off of his lap. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed, and she felt a little jolt shoot through her hot cunt.

"Shit, baby," Roy said. "I'm burning up! We've got to get more comfortable."

"Let's move over to the couch," Rich suggested.

"Yeah," Roy groaned. "I think that'll be a good idea."

Donna Joe held Rich's hard prick as all five of them moved over to the couch. She watched Roy unzip his trousers and pull out his already-hard cock. He had a whopper. She gasped as she stared at the bloated head that was already spotted with come juice.

"What's the matter, baby?" Roy asked. "Does my big prick make you nervous? There's no sense in being afraid. You're going to love it before this night is done."

Donna Joe was forced to use her free hand on Roy's cock. She grasped his hot prick with her fingers. She massaged both men's cocks and felt her fingers become covered with sticky cum juice. She saw the other two men undressing.

Adam worried her more than Tim. Adam had an ugly look on his face, and was licking his lips. Donna Joe understood what had been done to the other girls – the men had fucked them silly. Now it was her turn.

Donna Joe was a little excited. This had never happened to her before. It was disgusting and lewd, but getting fucked by four men excited her. She knew she'd feel like a whore when they finished with her, but that didn't matter – she could feel guilty later. She could only feel excitement right now.