John Kellerman: Sisters in heat

"Big enough for you, baby?"

"Mmmmm."

Why was he so crude, so coarse? Why was she here in the hotel room with him? He was fumbling at the wristwatch now, slipping it from her as if he still owned it. He put it on the table by the bed and then kissed her wrist.

"You know I can't let you do anything tonight," she whispered, touching his head with her other hand.

"How come?"

"I had to go off the pill," she lied. She had never been on it. "It was giving me headaches."

"So?"

"So I'm really a very fertile girl. And the time of the month is just perfect for…" she shrugged, "you know."

Sam began to twist her brown hair in his fingers. She smiled, pretending to like it, but the twisting got tighter until her head was pulled back. Then it hurt. She looked wide-eyed and frightened into his eyes.

"Look, baby, I think it's about time you and I reached some understanding." He wound more hair around his fingers and brought her head back until her neck ached.

"Ohhh… that hurts… Sam."

"I don't like a cunt fooling around with me too much… like you been doing."

"Sam…" Her stomach bucked with fear. He was hurting her good now, really hurting her. His other hand reached up and took the top of the silk dress and yanked it down. The material came apart and Marcia felt one tit bounce free.

"I been wanting to see your tits for a month. I been acting real nice and proper, too, and you coming on like they're the crown jewels."

He tore the rest of the silk away. Marcia felt her nakedness, felt her nipples fill with blood.

And when Sam put his mouth around one dark areola, she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. His fingers kept her head pulled back.

"Ohhhh… please don't, Sam."

"Sam's gonna do what the fuck he wants to tonight, baby." He tongued her nipple, sucked it deep between his teeth and nibbled. He brought her head upright again. "I could have any chick in this town but I wanted you. Ever since I first saw you come out of that store I wanted you. You think I'd give a damn if I hadn't shown you a good time, bought you that damn watch?"

"Maybe you should take the watch back, Sam." She wished she hadn't said it, but it was too late.

His eyes hardened.

"The watch is yours. And you belong to Sam Philbert now." He sneered. "The boys are going to see you tonight and know that your sweet little ass belongs to me."

Marcia dropped her eyes. She wanted to cry.

"You stick with me and you'll have a lot of nice things. You can have any damned thing you want, you stick with me. I'm going to Mexico City next month and you can come along. Eddy and the boys are going to like you. You got some real class, honey."

He pressed his lips against hers. But it wasn't the kiss that made her groan with surprise. It was Sam's fingers that had pushed up the inside of her thigh and twisted aside the silk crotchpiece of her panties. She felt her clit forced down into the seeping folds of her pussy. She felt him rubbing it, rubbing it too hard.

She squirmed her hips, tried to move her cunt away from the touch. A thumb slipped into her cunt and wiggled as deep as it would go. She gasped for air against Sam's kiss and pushed against his shoulders.

Sam slapped them away, rolled her over onto her stomach. He held her wrists together at the small of her back.

Marcia heard silk tearing. Her dress. Her beautiful dress. The silk wrapped around her wrists. Sam was quick. So quick to go after what he wanted. The silk tightened until she felt the blood slow to her fingers. He knotted it expertly.

The bed punched down next to her face. He was kneeling there, pulling her up by the shoulders. She felt his cock brush her forehead.

"Oh God… what… Sam… what?"

She wished she hadn't had that second drink. She was helpless. Sam made her dry lips press against the purple, warm tip of his cock. It wasn't so big. Average? How could she know anything like that. His cock wasn't so big as to scare her, but it did. His prick was white, very white. With veins. But the tip wasn't white. Purple and blue and spongy.

She shuddered when he pushed her closed lips down again. She wanted to tell him to stop, but that would mean opening her mouth. Fingers… fingers probing at her jaw, pushing in until it hurt.

"Ahhhh!" she cried and Sam forced her mouth open.

Marcia felt faint and dizzy from the unexpected sensation. It was starting to dawn on her… this hotel room, her hands bound with silk behind her back. This man kneeling before her with the tip of his cock inside her mouth. Spit leaked from the corners of her mouth.

She tugged at the silken bonds. He forced her head down, holding her under the chin, finger against her throat as if he might choke her for the fun of it. The cock was being drenched with her spit, growing slick. His cock was so hot.

She began to sob.

"That's just fine, honey. I can get off real nice on crying women. I like to hear them cry."

The domed, slick glans of his cock was deep in her mouth now. It slid against the soft slickness of her tongue. She knew that she was only an inch away from gagging.

Sam twisted her hair, gave her that inch. Then he was yanking her back as her convulsions made her throat cinch around the flared ridge of his swollen cock. Down again, forcing her head forward and twisting it. Then quickly back.

Her stomach ached from the sudden spasm. Tears of fear and hurt lined her cheeks. She felt one warm droplet hang from her chin.

"Move your tongue, baby! Like you're licking a popsicle!"

The thick hand tightened in her hair. Marcia let her tongue trace the bulged shape along the underside of the cock. His prick was swollen tight with blood. It was hot too and very, very smooth.

She didn't like it, didn't like the cock she was being forced to suck… and yet there was some other side, another part of her that responded to that swollen prick between her lips. Just so he wouldn't ram his cock into her throat again. She licked, hoping to entertain him enough… enough for that anyway.

"You never sucked a man's cock before… I can tell." He smoothed the side of her face. "I didn't mean to be so rough, Marcia. I mean, I dig you plenty. I dig you more than any other chick I've had."

He pulled her face away from his hot cock. It slipped over her bottom lip. She looked dazedly at the swaying cock half a foot from her mouth. She looked wearily up at Sam. Her back and neck ached from being in such an agonizing position.

She wished he would let her up onto her knees. He let her hair go and her head flopped down into the softness of a pillow. She didn't try to get loose. She felt suspended, floating. Her cunt was too wet, too warm. It felt uncomfortable, as if it were leaking through her panties.

Footsteps.

The bed sagged behind her as Sam crawled onto it. He bent to kiss the backs of her knees. She didn't move a muscle. Marcia closed her eyes tight and thought of her bed at home.

Then the room, the man with the snake eyes and hard hands came back in a rush. She started to sob quietly, muffling the sounds in the pillow as best she could. Sam had pierced her silk panties with the tip of something sharp. She felt the brush of steel for a moment, the side of a blade. The silk opened to the razor sharpness. She felt the tension of the silk as it parted back to expose her cunt. He was opening the crotchpiece of her underwear with a knife.

The tiny snap of a switch, the buzz of something made Marcia's slender body go rigid. She tried to turn, but Sam pushed her shoulder and forced her face down again.

"I got a nice surprise for you, honey. This always works as an ice breaker." Another snapped switch, more buzz. "Two work even better than one."

Marcia knew that the tickles at the cheeks of her ass were vibrators. Those bullet-shaped things she saw for sale as cosmetic aids in department stores. Sam had two of them. He was rubbing the tickling tips over the round swells of her ass. He was working them up and down, pushing a dildo into her asshole. Instinctively she pinched her cheeks together.