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Naughty Fourteen (yng) Part Four
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had told him, until further notice I don't want any other woman but
Desiree. Jim had never known the Chief to be so taken with one girl, even
Tulip serviced him along with several others but now he wanted only
Desiree . . . he had the hots for her alright . . . and for her alone.
The Club owner sauntered into the back-room now and eyed the gambling
tables. Only rich men came here to gamble, others would die at the
amounts won and lost. It was a private game, only known to the inner
circle and totally protected by the Chief of Police . . . it was a cinch
and it made Jim Saunders a fat package of money whenever a game happened.
Janey was already in the room giving the boys a little floor show,
that was also part of the deal and Jim liked to give his customers
satisfaction. The seductive chestnut haired girl was writhing and
undulating now to the music coming through from the Club, she was throwing
her fantastic body around to the Dead beat's rhythm, her voluptuous body
making every man in the room ooze with desire.
Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she
moved with the powerful rhythm of the music. Suddenly she picked up a
dildo from behind her and slowly and languously moved it lovingly over the
hot flesh of her inner thighs, then she moved it up her almost nude body
to her bare breasts and held it out, nipple jutting toward the near-
mesmerized audience. She turned her ass around now to reveal her almost
naked buttocks, wobbling and tensing at the audience. Jim watched her as
she gradually bent her slim back forward, leaning away from the men that
were gaping at her almost breathlessly, until the breadth of her lush
buttocks was jutting toward them and rotating gently as if in obscene
invitation. Then slowly and sensually she did her panties down over her
body until now she was totally naked, her strong shapely thighs spread
slightly and as she leaned down her black-haired vaginal lips were
presented head-on to the spectators, the thin, pink, dividing slit yet
unopened to them, She lay the dildo on the floor in front of her, then
reached back with her white slender arms and gently pulled apart her
buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an even more lewd gesture her
tiny pink wrinkled anus between, as if she were welcoming a sodomizing
attack.
Around her little, revealed rectum, a few jet black hairs fringed to
taunt the men even more-so while her bottom rotated as if on its own axis
in time to the stimulating music. Then she moved her hands away from her
anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down her thighs to the floor
where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick from where it lay.
Jim ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside her shorts
as he watched Janey . . . then he gasped as she opened her legs wide,
spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself backward in a
lithe double-jointed posture, until her hands reached the floor behind her
head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and once more her
vaginal lips were presented head-on to the men. With a gymnastic
dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs until she was
practically looking the men in the face, concentrated . . . and finally,
her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly smiling at an
audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that she performed the
impossible . . . slowly raising her right hand containing the thick, long
phallus; she eased the smooth round head between the damp, pink open lips
of her cunt, and while the crowd stared with feverish, salacious eyes, she
slowly, tantalizingly, pressed the heavy white shaft into the small,
elasticized mouth of her vagina, the coral-hued ring expanding across the
room, the massive cudgel continued to disappear inside her swallowing
moist pink hole almost to its entirety.
Jim Saunders felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as
he watched Janey's licentious. performance before the hot, flushed faces
of her half drunk, lust-aroused group of gamblers. He looked across at
Tulip waiting on them and knew that he had to have her, he just had to
fuck Tulip and tonight was his chance. The Chief hadn't arrived yet and
besides when he did he would ask for Desiree, he already knew that. Janey
had almost finished her act and could take over the bar for Tulip. He
motioned to Al, his assistant.
"Listen Al, as soon as Janey finishes her act, send Tulip upstairs,"
the Club owner commanded his assistant.
"Sure Boss, does the Chief want her," Al asked innocently, unaware of
any change in plan.
"Not tonight, but I do Al. Keep your mouth shut though, I don't want
to scare Tulip off."
"Sure Boss, sure, I'll bring her up to you," grinned Al lewdly, now
fully aware of his employer's intentions.
* * *
Back in his own office, Jim Saunders paced the room. He didn't take
many women, not many appealed to him but Tulip had for a long time and now
he was going to get his chance with her. He felt his cock pulsating
inside his pants and unzipping them he began to fondle its bloated purple
head, murmuring to his cock as he did so, "not long now baby, not long
now."
Jim Saunders moved over to his bar and made up a batch of martinis,
he knew Tulip liked them, then he slipped a little aphrodisiac into the
drink, the one that the Chief liked to use sometimes and sitting down in
his armchair he waited anxiously for Tulip.
Then there was a knock on his door, "Come in," Jim Saunders called
out and the door opened to reveal the beautiful young Tulip, her long, jet
black hair tumbling over her white shoulders, a look of surprise on her
face.
"You wanted to see me Jim," she inquired nervously.
"Sure, come in Tulip, take a seat," Jim said formally. "Here have a
drink," he said quickly pouring one of the fatal drinks for Tulip, being
careful not to mix it up with his already poured drink.
"Thanks Jim, don't mind if I do. It's mad tonight."
"I know, the gambling nights always are, this is only your second, am
I right?"
"Right and this one seems wilder than the last."
Not as wild as it's going to get, thought Jim sadistically to himself
as he drank in the beautiful body of his employee.
"Does the Chief want to see me," Tulip asked, certain that the answer
was going to be yes.
"Not tonight Tulip."
"Oh," Tulip said a little crestfallen. She was fully aware that
Desiree had gone into see the Chief after her last night and now she felt
insecure. She didn't want her nose to be put out by someone new and that
was what she suspected was happening. Suddenly the young girl began to
feel a little strange, as if the room were receding, nothing seemed quite
real to her anymore. She took a long drink of her martini to steady her
nerves but found that it only served to make her feel even stranger.
"What's wrong Tulip," Jim Saunders asked with mock concern.
"I don't know I feel strange," Tulip answered.
"Lie down on the couch Tulip, you'll feel better in a moment," Jim
said solicitously helping the young girl to the couch.
Tulip lay down on the couch but it didn't help, the room seemed to be
dissolving and now what was happening, the boss was sliding her panties
down her body and spreading her legs, oh no . . . oh God! What was the
Boss doing to her, she felt hands on her naked buttocks and down through
the crevice toward the open flesh of her vagina.
Slowly and sensually Jim Saunders massaged the naked girl's buttocks,
unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand and slipping it off, changing
hands to make sure that he never left Tulip's body for a moment.
Tulip was hardly aware what was happening except that her boss was
massaging her naked buttocks and it felt good even though it was strange.
She wanted to struggle but she couldn't, she felt that all the life had
gone out of her body, she felt like air and yet she couldn't fly, all she
could do was to lie on the couch. Suddenly she looked up and to her
horror she saw that her Boss was naked and before she could stop him, he
was leaping on top of her, pulling off her flimsy bra top until she was
entirely naked and helplessly pinned beneath him. His hungry hands were
clutching at her naked breasts, tweaking her nipples and tears of hot
shame began to cascade down her cheeks. She wanted the Chief of Police
she didn't want Jim Saunders, she didn't want him to touch her . . . Oh
God! he was slimy. "Please stop," she begged, "please stop!"
Then Jim jumped off the young girl and grabbed a statue from the
table and threw himself back onto her. He planted himself between her
full white thighs, resting on his knees, the delicious slit of her pink,
naked cunt open to him, and he stretched her soft buttocks apart so that
he could see her rosy anus. Then, all of a sudden, he began to wield the
long sleek statue down her buttocks with fury, letting it sink in.
"Alright you bitch, so you don't want me, you want the Chief, is that
it. I'm slimy you think, I know, I've heard you say that before. Well,
it's my turn now baby, it's my turn. The Chief doesn't want you, he's got
another trick and I get what he discards and he's discarded you Tulip baby
. . . but I want you, I want you, do you hear that . . . I want you."
And then in a sadistic frenzy having been denied her for so long, he
pressed her legs as far apart as they would go and jammed the head of the
statue at her tiny, defenseless anus. She screamed and writhed furiously
. . . but vainly as the wooden figure's head popped inside the strained
pink raised ring of her sphincter and began to penetrate with the heavy
pressure he was applying. His teeth clenched and a savage grin contorted
his hawk-like face. Her half-muffled grunts and moans hammered against
his ears like pleas for more, and he gave it to her, his eyes blurring in
his crazed frenzy, the ebony figure reminding him of a black-man's cock as
he plunged it savagely in and out of the pink, clinging hole between her
luscious white buttocks, watching the incredible stretch of the slit in
her behind with eyes that blazed.
At last, when she was nearly out of her mind from the barbarous
attack on her anal passage, he bent over her and grabbed a pillow,
stuffing its size and weight between her spread legs and wedging it
against the protruding base of the statue growing out of her lewdly
stretched asshole so that she couldn't by straining, force it from her
passage, then he crawled to the head of the couch and faced her, forcing
his feet and legs down beneath her outstretched arms until his crotch
rested below her face, and entwining his hand in her long hair he jerked
her head upright until with clenched, tear-filled eyes, she was facing
him.
"Alright Tulip, you like to play with dildos, just like Janey, well
now it's going to be the real thing. Suck that prick, damn you, and eat
it like you've never eaten cock before."
Tulip had never known such horrifying agony before. She'd done a lot
of things in her time, had a lot of different objects up her cunt in her
work but this was the worst. She felt the hot tears gushing from her eyes
as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose
in her throat. She had stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in dazed
panic that her only respite from the torment was to lay deathly still, for
it was useless to resist the depraved attack of this lust-crazed animal
whose only desire was revenge and satisfaction for his warped passions. I
should have known he was weird, thought Tulip to herself as she remembered
all the times she turned around and caught him watching her, his eyes
narrowed. He's just been waiting for the Chief to tire of me to do this
wretched act to me, the fucking bastard, she fumed to herself as the pain
from the object locked in her rectum flooding her whole body.
At first, when he tried to force himself beneath her, she endeavored
to fight him, but that, too, was useless. She was nothing more than a
lowly slave . . . all she'd ever been really, since she'd come to work for
him. She had been a slave to the Chief of Police she knew it and yet she
had loved him and now she had been cast aside without a word because he'd
taken up with Desiree, life just wasn't fair!
Resigned now, she let him open her lips with his fingers and slide
his heavy cock into the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. She felt it
slither up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its
fleshy hardness. He held her head firm with his hand wound in her hair
and began to fuck upward into her face viciously, causing her to gag as he
rammed and forced her head down until his rod went halfway into her
throat, its full-length almost disappearing between her soft, ovaled lips.
She struggled for breath and he laughed as she managed to desperately
catch small gasps of air on her every upstroke.
Oh God! she moaned inwardly, the very helplessness of her position
racing through her half-drugged mind as the earlier, animal excitement she
had felt, weirdly began to trickle through her once more, causing an
unexplainable masochistic hunger to start churning in her belly, and a low
animalish moan escaped from her lips around his enlivened ruttishness.
Subconsciously, she began to undulate her lewdly impaled buttocks,
pressing back against the wedged pillow between her thighs as she clenched
and unclenched her rectal and cuntal muscles at the hard, foreign shaft
boring deep into her obscenely gaping anus.
She found herself sucking more hungrily, if hatefully, at the
hardened prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating lewdly with
his vicious up-sawing moves, while her tongue began to explore its ridges
and wrinkles, licking wildly and swirling about the blood-engorged head,
the tip probing uncontrollably into the tiny seeping split at its end.
She couldn't conceive of what was happening to her . . . the driving
carnal desire in her befogged mind was without basis . . . yet to suck and
lick at his continually expanding cock until this vile pig whom she now
hated, pumped his lascivious hot sperm down her throat was all that she
could suddenly think of. Just that singular thought alone had instigated
a mounting pressure in her own loins, as if she were sadistically going to
draw the very sap of his existence from the core of his foul being in
punishment for the hate-filled, sweet, agonizing pleasure-torment that he
was subjecting her to . . . and, then, he was abruptly pulling away from
her, jerking her head upward by her long black hair and drawing his
glistening rod from between her hungrily clinging lips.
"Wait you fucking bitch," he hissed, as she refused to let him go.
Tulip amazed herself now by whimpering at the loss of the prick in
her mouth feeling a sense of denial at vengeance, then she spat at him,
showing her clenched white teeth in an expression of vicious hate.
"You filthy, slimy pig," she hissed, "you slimy pig!"
Jim Saunders only laughed, holding her hands so that she couldn't
extract the statue from her pulsating cunt-lips, he rolled her to her side
now and jumped onto the couch, so that his cock was again shoved at her
face while his own mouth was perfectly situated before the pink slit
between her legs.
At first Tulip began to kick at him with her legs but he quickly
subdued the effort by slipping his arm beneath it, forcing her leg up over
his side where he could hold it securely, the move exposing her whole
crotch area to him and causing her cunt to flower open, the moist coral
hued flesh a scene of delight to his blazing eyes, while the salacious
sight of the ebony figurine growing out of her wide stretched rectum and
up between her luscious white buttocks, offered a contrasting color
spectacle that set his perverted lust-twisted mind into a spasm of
depraved glee.
"Now Tulip baby, I'm really going to drive you out of your mind, I'm
going to make up for all those times that I've wanted you and had to watch
you go to the Chief." Furiously he ground his face into her crotch
opening his mouth wide and gluing it to the open lips of her moist, naked
cunt slamming his tongue into her, thrusting it stiffly up into the smooth
velvety sleeve of her vagina, and feeling the lubricated walls of raw
flesh begin an immediate opening and closing around it as a shudder passed
over her whole body and she groaned aloud.
"Oh . . . oh, you . . . you slimy cunt licker!" she hissed through
clenched teeth down at him, while uncontrollably her hand reached out and
clutched his thick pulsing cock poised before her face.
She stared at the heaviness of his hair-covered balls, then cupped
them tightly in her one free hand as if to appraise the quantity of hot
sperm bloating them, wild sensations of sadomasochistic pleasure beginning
to rage frenziedly through her once more as the vile creature whose mouth
was locked fiendishly to her cunt started to lick and suck, then nibble
and bite at the elongated bud of her clitoris, while simultaneously he
began to saw the impaling huge statue in and out of her tortured back
passage.
The sounds that emitted from her own throat from the debased and
ecstatically tormenting punishment he was inflicting upon her were
unrecognizable to the lovely black-haired prisoner in her mind-drugged
state, and all of a sudden, she grasped his long, thick, jerking pole of
flesh, ripped back its heavy foreskin and slipped her already sucking
mouth warmly over it.
Jim groaned against the warm raw flesh of her opened moist cunt as he
felt her hot mouth around his prick once more, sucking voraciously while
her velvety tongue licked and swirled and immediately he began a thrusting
hip movement, driving his swollen, aching rod deeper and deeper toward her
throat while he chewed and sucked viciously at her clitoris and continued
to ram the ebony statue in and out of her undulating ass.
The luscious cunt, bitch, whore! His lust-demented brain screamed.
She was going out of her mind . . . loving every minute of it . . . even
as she hated him! He was smashing his cock into her face, its knob
slithering right down her throat and she wasn't retreating an inch . . .
only coming forward to meet his every plunge. He could feel her nose and
lips against his testicles at the apex of every thrust, and now she had
them cradled in her hand, cupping, squeezing, milking them as if to force
his load into her mouth and throat.
The ravaged enchantment taking place at her crotch, rippling through
her loins and belly, was almost more than Tulip could bear. She was
either going to lose, or had already lost, her complete sanity. All sense
of control seemed gone. She couldn't get enough of his depraved, sadistic
tormenting of her lust-incited body. He was chewing like an animal at the
tender, sensitive inner-flesh of her cunt, his reptilian teeth nearly
devouring the inflamed nerve-lexus of her clitoris, while the barbaric
instrument of torture he continued to batter into her rectum with
demoniacal frenzy all the way to her bowels had made a raging inferno of
mind-shattering, every building pressure that had to burst soon or she
would surely go insane . . . stark raving mad!
Oh, the vile, slimy, cunt-eating bastard! her mind screamed in
passion-hate. I'll suck the goddamned marrow from your slithering bones!
I'll drag the lining out of your balls, you filthy snake! Damn you! Damn
you! I despise you! I . . . I . . . I love you! Oh shit . . . oh fuck,
cunt, cock suck me! Eat me like a cannibal you filthy whore's son!
While I chew the life-juice from your prick . . . Oh . . . oh . . .
let me have it! Give it to me! Shoot hot cum into my mouth . . . down my
throat . . . fill my belly . . . you cunt-licking, evil snake!
And all of a sudden, she began to sink her teeth into his prick as he
rammed in and out of her face, leaving tiny white half-painful furrows
along its lengthy shaft, while her hand squeezed with exerted pressure his
already aching, bloated balls, and in response he brutally plunged the
ridged, ebony statue up her ass, biting and sucking at the same time with
animal-like frenzy at her wet grinding cunt, the sudden, piquant salty
taste of blood the necessary ingredient to spill his overflowing reservoir
of heated sperm.
It struck him with the sharp sweet pain of a million needles being
driven into his loins and belly simultaneously! He was going to cum!
Christ! His asshole was beginning to unravel . . .!
His prick jerking in her mouth telegraphed his pending climax to
Tulip's passion-contorted brain, and the anticipation of his ejaculation
was enough to trigger her own orgasm. She clutched at his throbbing balls
and drew his bony loins as close to her face as she could while she thrust
his straining cock down her throat, her lips ovaled and sucking tightly at
its thick base, her tongue rubbing and licking wildly at the pulsating
shaft . . .
And then it came, she grunted and moaned around his pumping cock in
her mouth as the orgiastic upheaval deep in her own quivering belly burst
in a stream of blissful sensations of release and thick white fluid filled
Jim Saunder's gaping mouth and began to dribble out to saturate her
feverish crotch. His pulsating cock began to jerk and squirt into her
then, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into her
mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to
keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing from it. She
swallowed in thick, hungry gulps, as if fearful of losing a tiny drop of
the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from the corners of her mouth
as the spent prick began to deflate, yet, she continued her sucking,
vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery sperm from his now limp,
flaccid cock.
"You loved every minute of it, Tulip, you know you did," the older
man sneered at her still writhing body.
She had loved it, it was true but Tulip would never let the Club
owner know that. She hated him for tricking her, for bringing her to his
room. She hated the Chief of Police for dropping her and she hated
Desiree for being the one who was now in favor. She would get back on all
of them, she was sure of that . . . she didn't know yet how she would do
it, but she would revenge herself . . . she would! And most of all she
hated her Boss, Jim Saunders!
Chapter 6
Mitch Holden watched Desiree as she came back into the Restaurant
from the back rooms, he knew there was a gambling party going on there
tonight but he didn't think that was where she had come from. Janey or
Tulip usually worked those rooms. Could she be seeing the Chief of
Police, Alex Cranston . . . oh no dear God! Please say it isn't possible,
the young boy thought wildly to himself, feeling his heart contract at the
sight of the woman he loved swaying sexily across the room. I've got to
talk to her, I've just got to, he thought with mounting emotion and not
thinking of either her job or his, he moved over to her at the bar.
"Desiree where have you been," he whispered between tightly clenched
teeth.
"Mitch . . . Oh my God! Don't talk to me here, you'll get me
fired!" Desiree answered, wildly looking around the room for the Boss.
"I don't give a fuck, where have you been?" he murmured. "Have you
been with Cranston?"
"It's none of your damn business Mitch, I told you to get out of my
life and I meant it . . . I don't need another child, I already have
Julia."
Mitch Holden stepped back now, stung to the core of his being by his
love's harsh words. He looked deeply into her face but he couldn't read
her true feelings, perhaps she meant it then, perhaps she didn't love him
anymore . . . oh God . . . he wanted to die, he just wanted to die. Not
thinking about the rest of the group, not caring if they lost the gig or
not, the young lover ran out of the restaurant into the night. He wanted
to die, felt sick, Desiree had been with Cranston he was sure of it now
and she had called him a child . . . oh God, he wanted to die!
* * *
Julia Patton was crossing the trailer park, coming back from the ice-
cream parlor where she had been hanging out with her friend Rachel when
she saw Mitch Holden stumbling around. He seemed to be drunk or
something, she didn't know what but she knew that he needed her help and
without another thought she spurted across the trailer park to his side.
She was so embarrassed for him when she arrived to find that he was
crying and she almost wished that she hadn't gone to him, but the deed was
done now and she was there.
"Julia, what are you doing here," he groaned.
"Are you alright Mitch?" the young girl asked the boy she loved,
anxiously.
"I'm fine. Look Julia, can I come to your trailer and talk with you
for a while," he asked, almost begged.
"Sure," Julia said, knowing full well it had something to do with her
mother but not caring, happy to have a few moments with the handsome young
boy herself.
Back in the trailer, Mitch Holden asked Julia if she had any liquor
and as soon as the young girl produced it, he began to drink rapidly,
first one, then another becoming drunk and slurred in his speaking almost
immediately.
All he thinks about is my mother, Julia Patton thought petulantly to
herself, surveying her beautiful fourteen year old body in the mirror, why
doesn't he look at me for a change. I won't make him cry, she thought
naively.
Unnoticed by the sullen young man, Julia poured herself a stiff drink
and holding her nose she gulped it down. If he's going to drink, I'd
better get loose she thought wildly to herself and anyway then I won't
care, I just won't care that he doesn't love me.
Mitch Holden was slipping into a drunken stupor, he wanted to die,
he'd lost Desiree he was sure of that now and he just wanted to die. He
looked up to talk to Julia but she wasn't there and Desiree was standing
there in her stead. "What!" he said reaching out and grabbing the young
girl in his arms and crushing her into his body, his hot mouth plunging
down onto hers, his tongue plunging between her soft lips, beyond the
barrier of teeth and deep to the point of choking her. She felt his hands
cupping her buttocks as the swelling bulge in the front of his pants
pressed into her softly quivering belly. Automatically she sucked and
nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles that had seemed to burst into
being in her virginal loins, seeming to spur her on.
At last he came up for air, breathing heavily into her face. "Well,
Desiree, I've got you now."
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