Heather Brown - The rape girls

"You want to fuck? That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?" he said, his eyes remaining transfixed on the shimmering fleece of her pussy as he licked his lips.

They stood there silently for a moment as he continued to gaze at her bare cunt.

At first Gilda had some doubts if the plan was going to work, but then something happened which erased her doubt. She looked at the bulge that developed beneath his fly and knew that things were going to be all right.

"Well, uh, why don't you come in," Newman said in the voice that had seduced dozens of leading ladies and made millions of women in audiences all over the world swoon. "My manager's out, so there's no reason why we can't get to know each other."

Gilda dropped her hem and walked in, feeling her pussy lips squish between her legs as she entered the room. He closed the door behind her.

"The bedrooms right this way," he said, still smiling as he led her across the room. "But I want to let you in on one thing before we start."

"What's that, Mr. Newman?" Gilda murmured.

"I like to have my cock sucked… hard. And you've got to swallow my turn," he said as he placed his hand under her skirt and on the contour of her ass.

"Why, Mr. Newman," Gilda said in her best starry-eyed fashion, "there isn't a girl in the world who wouldn't be honored to swallow a load of Robert Newman's cum. Personally, I'd give my right arm just to taste it."

They entered the bedroom and Gilda expected him to immediately drag her down on the bed and start ravaging her cunt. But instead he broke free of her and flopped down on the bed by himself, undoing the clasp of his trousers and pulling out his prick, dangling his cock in front of her.

"Here it is, sweetie, the star's prick," he said, gazing reverently at it. "It's a beauty, isn't it? Now let's see what you can make it do."

Gilda was astonished, for despite the bulge she had seen in Newman's pants, his cock, even though erect, was quite small, probably about five inches. Jesus, she couldn't help thinking, the most famous sex symbol in the world only has a five-inch cock. If the fan magazines could only get hold of that.

Gilda moved toward the bed and leaned over Newman's pulsing loins, taking his cock and balls between her open hands and rubbing them lightly.

"You can do anything you want," he said as he writhed under her touch. "Just remember it has to end up with me shooting my cum in your mouth. Meanwhile, enjoy."

Gilda didn't know when the others were going to arrive and she was afraid that if she started sucking his cock he might come too soon. Then she would be whisked out of the hotel room before the action had a chance to start.

To stall, she held his throbbing prick upright with one hand and then flexed her knees and slowly lowered her crotch so that the tip of his cock just brushed against her cunt. She began swaying back and forth, just catching the head of his prick against the teasing hair and slick lips of her pussy.

Looking down between her legs, Gilda could see the veins standing out in his prick, and she could feel it throbbing in her grip; but it didn't get bigger. The idea that the world's number-one, box-office movie star would be a total flop if he had to appear in pornographic films amused her as she continued to manipulate and tease his prick. She actually laughed as she thought of a porno-movie director going into a frenzy when he found out about his star's cock size and frantically sent out the call for a stuntman to do the actual fucking.

"Why are you laughing?" Newman blurted out, lurching up from his supine position on the bed.

Realizing that if she told him the truth she might wind up missing a few teeth, Gilda lied, "It just came out of me, your cock feels so good against my pussy. I just couldn't keep how good it feels inside me, I guess."

"Yeah, it is a beauty."

It became clear to Gilda that the famous movie star was so much in the grip of his own image that he could not accept the true size of his prick and found it necessary to fantasize about its dimensions. It was obvious to Gilda now that the reason he insisted on being sucked off instead of fucking was that he was afraid she wouldn't be able to feel his prick inside her cunt and that it might slip out. By insisting on a blowjob he could maintain the fantasy that his cock was, as he kept insisting, "a beauty."

She resumed grazing her cunt with the head of his prick, passing his stiff cock between her thighs, when he said, "Come on, baby, it's time to earn your keep. I'm a busy man. Get down on your knees and start sucking cock."

Gilda had no choice but to do as she was told until the others arrived. She dropped to the floor and leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down at Newman's pulsating cock. She tried to figure out how she could stall as he arrogantly thrust his pelvis upward at her, his prick stabbing the air.

Gilda placed her hand around the stem of Newman's cock just under the groove where the shaft developed into the fiery red head. Then she placed her other hand near the root, holding his prick steady and fondling the loose skin between his cock and balls. She increased the pressure on the bottom, feeling the congestion in his balls pulsing against her hand.

She encircled her thumb and forefinger around the cockhead and began sliding up and down on his shaft, just tickling the flange of the head of his cock.

Newman stopped demanding that she suck him immediately and began rolling his ass on the bed, thrusting his cock upward in regular spasms as she slowly jacked him off.

Not wanting him to come too quickly, Gilda shifted her grip and took his prick in her open hands like she was rolling pastry.

Her action excited him as the head of his cock became increasingly engorged with blood, swelling outward until his cock seemed almost as big around as it was long. A drop of seminal fluid appeared on the spongy surface of the head and lazily began to slide down his glans, leaving a glistening trail as though a miniature snail had crawled across his cock.

Gilda caught the drop on her finger and slowly and teasingly rubbed it around the head of his prick, gently parting the sides of the tiny, angry-looking slash, exposing a glimpse of the scarlet tissue of his pisshole.

Newman was writhing under Gilda's ministrations to his cock and balls. He was on the verge of ejaculating.

"Suck it!" he demanded. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, baby. I want you to suck my balls inside out and swallow every drop of my cum."

Gilda had no choice. She gripped his shaft near his balls. She lowered her head and placed her lips over the head of his cock and compressed them slowly, her saliva foaming on his glans. His cock was so small that she could take the whole thing in her mouth and deep-throat it with no trouble. Her lips were soon pressed into his pubic hair while his prickhead rubbed against the roof of her mouth.

This was the way Newman preferred and almost always had sex. His movements as he writhed beneath her cocksucking mouth were so practiced and elaborate that it seemed apparent he had long ago given up straight fucking in order to concentrate on having his prick sucked.

Anxious to prolong the moment of ejaculation as long as possible, Gilda continued to tease him, using tricks she didn't even know she had at her command.

Over and over again she would take his prick all the way into her mouth, enveloping it with warm, foaming spit and contracting her throat round the swollen head. Then, when he was in the midst of excruciating pleasure, she would slide his cock out until only the head remained in her mouth and she could rub her tongue over the end of it and tease the cumslit, licking the tiny opening as though it were a miniature cunt.

When a drop of premature semen would ooze to the surface she would swallow his prick once more.