When a young college girl finds it next to impossible to find part time work, she decides that she might as well model. Her only restriction she places upon herself is no nude posing.
However, like so many models before her, she soon finds out that the life classes insist upon nude posing, and there is nothing to do but go along with the assignment.
Students eye her and she soon finds herself much in demand for private modeling stints.
Here, is where many models become trapped in a lifetime of sexual hustling. For, at this point, the model can well be almost at the mercy of the artist.
In this particular case, a dog is suggested to add to the interest. Soon, Debbie discovers she can make a good amount of money if she will not only pose with the dog but perform. Her German Shepherd dog Prince provides a passport to a different life for her.
A wild orgy where she attracts much attention and comment for her sexual skill, brings her to the attention of a film producer who specializes in bizarre sex films. At first, she is reluctant to go along with the producer. Then, she decides she might as well-just this once.
Under the burning kleig lights on a dreary old sound stage, she learns about life very quickly. An older stripper who is reduced to accepting any kind of work, warns her. But, she won't listen.
The spell of the applause, the thrill she gets when she exhibits herself, and the promise of more money for more movies all lead her to decide she must go on. And, always there are men who surround her who are more than willing to pay her price for her performances.
But what she doesn't realize is that she is waging a bitter battle against time. And she will be the loser.
CHAPTER ONE
Young Debbie Saunders studied herself appreciatively in the mirror. As she gazed at her nude reflection a slow smile swept across her face. From every angle, there was no mistaking her vibrant good looks. The red tinge of her long brown hair, matched her own fiery spirit. As she turned away, she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was time to get cracking as she had to be at the model school in half an hour. And being her first night on the job, she didn't want to be late.
Quickly she dressed and then she hunted for a couple of bikini swim suits which she might wear while she was posing. She decided on the white one which was a perfect contrast to her olive skin, and then she picked a vivid purple one that always turned them on when she wore it on the beach.
Throwing a light jacket over her shoulders, she reached down to pick up her beach bag with her swim suits. Then, she hurried down to her car. Getting in her small red MG, she sped off. Many thoughts crowded her mind as she drove quickly to Tim's Model Shop. She wondered if Tim would keep his word and not insist upon her posing in the nude. The more she thought about it, the more determined she became that she would never strip for anyone. There was nothing wrong with posing in a bikini, and the money was good. But, the nude trip was something she would never consider, she vowed as she turned in the parking lot of the garish neon-lit model shop. Parking her car, she observed a white Cadillac and a shiny new Mustang. Apparently somebody was making money; either the customers or the girls, she reasoned.
"Hi," Tim greeted her, "you're looking sharp, baby," he grinned eagerly.
"Good enough for the camera's eye-I hope," she winked. Tim, in a business-like manner, spoke up, "Now, I'll show you where you'll be posing-have a customer waiting already!"
"That's nice," Debbie nodded, following Tim as he led her down the rather narrow hallway to the room. Opening the door, he pointed to the pillows and chair beside the old-fashioned mirror.
"You can just relax honey, and don't worry about a thing-we provide the cameras and a couple of baby arc lights-and the photographer will tell you how he wants you to pose."
"Now, when do I get paid?"
"You haven't worked yet," Tim laughed. "You know what I mean-do you pay by the day, by the week-how does it work?"
"By the week," Tim explained quickly, "I keep a running record of every girl-you don't have a thing in the world to worry about-not a thing-"
"I hope not," Debbie said quietly.
"Now, I better scram-so you can get into your swim suit and get ready to pose-"
"You've already explained to them before they barge in here I'm not going to pose in the buff?"
"Yes, baby doll-and I think you're making a mighty big mistake. You got a shape on you that's mind-bending." Tim edged closer to her, and Debbie took a step back.
"The only mistake I'm making is coming in here," she said smoothly.
"Right-on," Tim laughed, "that's what I like-a chick with a sense of humor-"
He wheeled around and left her alone. Debbie stepped over to the door and locked it securely. Stepping over to the bright purple and white plastic pillows, she picked up her beach bag and took out the white bikini. Then, she tossed her jacket on the chair and sat down to remove her shoes. Next, she took off her blouse and slid out of her skirt. Her bra strained at her weighty breasts as she reached around to unhook the bra clasp in the back. Once it slid down to the floor, her firm, round breasts jutted out in their new-found freedom. The dark-red nipples were taut and her breasts stood up firmly. Then, she heard a click. Startled, she turned around. Was someone watching from some secret peephole? This possibility had never occurred to her and it troubled her now.
There was only one thing to do, go ahead and strip. But it did bother her to think somebody might be watching. She slid out of her panties and the dark triangle of brown hair shone under the one baby arc light that Tim had turned on. With one hand over her pussy, she reached down for the white bikini bottoms. At that very moment a knock sounded on the door.
"Just a minute," she called out. Reaching for the bra, she quickly slid it over her breasts and fastened it in place. All of a sudden she heard music coming from somewhere. She looked around the room and saw a speaker. Apparently Tim operated the music piped into the various rooms from the front office. She side-glanced into the mirror and gave herself an approving smile as she went over to the door.
Opening the door, she looked up and there was a good-looking, athletic, muscular young man.
"Hi," he smiled, "I'm Dave-"
"Hi, Dave-I'm Debbie," she began. As she bent forward his eyes were on the exposed flesh of her generous breasts. She noticed this and pulled away.
"Now I guess we'd better begin our posing session," she suggested quickly, trying to distract his steady gaze.
"Yes," he sighed, walking over toward the camera. Debbie began wondering if it would be as easy to turn him off as it was to turn him on.
"You can pose on that purple pillow," he smiled, looking into the camera. Debbie sat down. Soon, he was reaching up to flick on the other arc light.
Suddenly she intentionally squirmed her voluptuously rounded buttocks. She could feel his eyes examining every crevice of her backside. Laughing nervously, she asked, "how's this?"
"Beautiful," he assured her, and then he began laughing.
"What's so funny?" she questioned.
He started to reply, but then said, "Nothing-nothing-I guess I've got a warped sense of humor."
"So have I," she replied.
"That's a nice pose, raise up just a little-" Debbie threw her buttocks up at an angle that looked great to Dave as he peered into the lens of the camera.
"Right on," he whispered, as he continued gazing delightedly, at her upturned buttocks with the tight, white bikini bottoms straining to
. hold her flesh in. She became tired of holding the pose, and told him so.
"Aren't you ready to shoot it yet?"
"Almost," he laughed, and then he clicked the camera and took the first shot.
"Now, turn over so I can turn on," he ordered her huskily. Debbie didn't like his bold talk, and as she turned over on the huge plastic pillow, she couldn't help but notice his penis hardening in his pants. Well, if all he does is look, I don't care, I guess, she thought to herself.
"Spread your legs for me," he told her, his voice becoming still more husky.
Debbie parted her legs. Dave watched eagerly as he saw her generous breasts straining at the material in her bikini bra. Glancing down at her lithe legs, he wondered what that beautiful triangle would look like. Finally he blurted, "how about sliding out of that bikini bottom, beautiful?"
"I don't pose in the buff," she snapped quickly.
"Too bad," he smiled crookedly, "you could make an awful lot of cash if you did-"
As his eyes focused on her, she suddenly found herself desiring to display herself, yet she'd told Tim she'd never pose stark naked.
"Why don't you give me your phone number so I can get something special up for you?" Dave grinned.
"How much?" she said teasingly, not really thinking she'd ever go through with it, yet curious to know how much chicks got for going all the way.
"Hundred bucks for one night," he said evenly.
Debbie didn't answer. She was calculating. There was that adding machine mind of hers going to work. A few nights like that and she could put some money aside and she'd have it made. Yet, starting seemed like a whirlpool to her-a murky, dank whirlpool sucking her down, down, down.
"Alright," she blurted, "when?"
"I'll pay Tim and phone you later-about midnight-you'll be home by then, won't you?"
"Yes," she replied softly, rising off the pillow and going to her purse. She fumbled around for a pen and finding one quickly scrawled her phone number on a piece of paper. Handing it to him, she stepped away.
"You won't regret this," Dave nodded.
"And you won't either," she laughed lightly, "now, we'd better take some pictures. Tim would kill me if I made dates out of his model shop."
"I know."
Debbie went back to the pillows and began posing. Dave took several angles of her shapely body on the purple colored pillow and then suggested she sit in the chair. He directed her to pose in such a manner that she was beginning to enjoy displaying her sexual assets. Then, Tim walked in abruptly.
"How's our posing session?" he boomed enthusiastically, his greedy eyes checking Dave's reaction.
"Had a ball," Dave winked, "got some nice pictures didn't we baby?"
"Yes," Debbie replied softly. Dave paid Tim his money and the next customer came into the model room. Debbie had three more posing stints that night. Two of the men tried to put the make on her, but their crude approaches with no mention of money turned her off. When the evening was over, she picked up eighty dollars from Tim, thanked him and went home. She hadn't been in the house ten minutes when the phone rang.
"Hi
"Hi, beautiful," a virile voice began.
"You don't waste any time, do you Dave?"
"Not where a beautiful piece of ass like yourself is involved," he chuckled.
"When are you going to come over-I'm tired and I'd like to get this over with-"
"Ten minutes-"
"Alright-here's my address. I live at 5420 Rossmore, apartment number seventeen."
"Be right up," he replied and put the phone back on its cradle and quickly tore out of there and headed for Debbie's apartment. Debbie r decided she might as well get ready, and slid out of her clothes and put on her sheerest shortie nightgown. When he came to the door, she opened it, and got a load of her big breasts with their round red nipples peering at him beneath the material.
"May I come in Red Riding Hood?" he laughed.
"Okay, you big bad. wolf," she smiled, "and where's the money you mentioned-"
"Oh, you are a sharpie," he grinned, taking out his wallet and giving her five twenties. Then, he proceeded to undress. When he was down to his shorts, he smiled at her, "Now, baby, you finish stripping me-"
"Can't you do it yourself?"
"Not when my sex-slave is here to do it for me-"
"Yes, master," she said tightly, walking over to him, and reaching down to pull his shorts down.
"On your knees," he insisted. Debbie dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts slowly down. As the huge penis pushed against the material it became difficult for her to get them off. He reached down to run his hands through her soft, brown hair. The faint trace of auburn that streaked her hair excited him, and the perfume she was wearing turned him on.
Finally, she got them past his penis, and it flipped out almost even with her mouth.
.
Debbie let her tongue slide along her lips as if she was licking his cum off them. This excited him all the more. Now, his breath was coming short.
"Go ahead," he whispered, "suck on it-"
She took his huge tool in her hand and let her tongue flick out over its meaty head. The idea of letting him slip his penis in her mouth didn't appeal to her. But, she didn't want to lose the money, so she let him shove. His hands reached down and held her head in place. He enjoyed the hesitation on her part.
"It won't bite you," he chuckled, "you might even get to enjoy it-"
Debbie's wet lips closed over his penis in a baby-like sucking motion while David thrust. The head of his penis touched the back of her throat, and with savage thrust he rammed it down her throat. Debbie opened her mouth farther and let him throat-fuck her.
"Ohhh, that's it," he gasped, "suck it!" Suddenly Debbie found herself enjoying it. His shaft slid smoothly down her slick throat, and he knew he had himself a good thing going.
"Suck-suck-suck it off," he panted as he pushed it to her. Now, Debbie was building up a steady pace as he drove it to her. Her hands instinctively felt of his ball sack and suddenly the hot, white cum spurted down her throat.
"Eat it up, eat that stuff, baby," he blurted as she moaned. The sticky, thick white cum tasted good to her and she enjoyed it.
Sliding his penis out of her mouth, he smiled down at her, "Baby, you know you give good head-"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she smiled, rising to her feet. As he saw her breasts under the filmy negligee peering at him invitingly, he reached down and lifted the material. She helped him by raising her arms and the negligee fell in a heap at her feet.
"Oh, Wow!" he smiled as his hands began working on her breasts. "Let's finish this on the bed!"
They walked into the bedroom and she spread her legs for him. He got on the bed and buried his face in her curly, red-brown pubic hair. His tongue shot out and he licked her slit. His hot tongue thrust into her willing and begging cunt. Debbie began squirming all over the bed, and the hot tongue lashed inside her. With a quick movement, she swung one leg over his shoulder and then the other. She moaned aloud as he flicked his tongue into her throbbing pussy, wiggling it around. She closed her eyes and rolled her head around as she felt the deep stirrings of an orgasm rushing on. No one had ever done such a thing to her before and she was going out of her gourd at the searing pleasure of such a thing.
Opening her eyes she glanced down to watch his head bobbing at his tongue jabbed her hot hole. Now, she was climaxing. Her hands reached down to grip his head and hold him over her cunt as she gushed in his eager mouth.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhhh, eat me, lover-eat me," she moaned. He turned on all the way and lapped up her delicious cunt juices.
She arched her back and tilted her pelvis up, gasping as he finished her. When David pulled his tongue out of her snatch, she moaned, "Oh, Davey, baby-you are a real tiger!!"
"I try," he smiled.
As he got up, she noticed his penis was hard again. She suddenly felt a pagan delight, and lusted for him again. He was looking at her hungrily.
"Baby, I'd like to ram this up your sweet little asshole," he smiled.
"Okay," she smiled, turning over. Dave got down again, and he buried his face in her buttocks. His tongue slid around her tight asshole, and she squirmed, throwing her ass up in his face.
"Baby," he said, "you've got a sweet ass to suck on!"
"Rim me," she begged, as his tongue returned to her anus, and he continued licking away. Then, he mounted her, and grasping his penis in one hand he gripped her buttocks with the other.
"I've got you ready to roll," he chucked. "Just turn that ass up, baby and I'll ram it up there-"
"With a hard, driving thrust he drove forward. The huge throbbing penis stabbed her tight, hot hole. She gripped it and he began thrusting. A crooked cruel grin flashed across his face as he drove it in to the hilt. Both hands gripped her buttocks and he pumped it to her.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he gasped as he rode her buttocks. At first, the sharp impact of his stabbing penis tortured her. But, then as the asshole stretched, and his jabs became more insistent, she found herself enjoying it.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted, pushing it in her faster. "Throw your ass up to meet me-ohhhh, yes-yes, that's it-I'm riding you-ohhhhh, ahhhh, fuck-fuck-fuck it!"
Debbie thought she was going to pass out as he tore into her tender asshole. But, he wouldn't quit. A wild, irresistible pleasure built within her as she felt the top of his head about to burst off.
Their naked flesh smacking together in a wild anal intercourse session caused Dave to glance over in the mirror. As he saw her arched ass, and his throbbing thrusting penis driving into her he got more turned on. Bending over, he gripped her breasts in his hand and squeezed them. Letting his fingertips pinch at her nipples, he made her wiggle some more.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he gasped. Her hot, tight asshole gripped his driving ramrod. "Swing it to the left," he told her and she let her ass revolve around his thrusting dick in a left swing. Then, he drove it to the right. "Give, baby, give-to the right-"
She let her ass swing to the right, and then he drove it in again. Now, the two of them were watching in the mirror.
"It looks wild when you watch it in the mirror," she panted.
"Doesn't it look good," he said, raising up and letting his shaft slide way out, and then driving it up there with a long, hard thrust.
At last he was almost there. His hands grasped her buttocks and he massaged them roughly.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, keep that ass moving. That's it ... ohhhhh, keep that backfield in motion, baby, I'm coming! Ahhh, ohhhhh, fuck-fuck-fuck it off!"
The hot sperm splashed up her asshole, and the cock jammed in as the balls bounced on her twisting buttocks.
"Squeeze it all out, sweetheart," he gasped. His voice came in short pants and his pecker exploded inside her.
Once he'd shot his rocks off, he slid it slowly out of her, and then he flipped over and collapsed on the bed.
She studied him closely, and found herself fascinated by him. She wondered what he did for a living. Was he married? Would he want to make it with her again?
All at once she realized how terribly tenuous these relationships could be and she didn't want it to end.
His penis lay limp, and he looked at her after a moment.
"Come over here," he whispered. She moved toward him.
"Let me suck on your titties," he told her.
She lowered herself over him, so her breasts fell in his face. His tongue shot out, and soon he was licking around one nipple. The nipple hardened and he bit lightly.
"Ahh, that feels good," she moaned. He changed tits, and licked and sucked in the same manner.
"I like it," she gasped, "ohhhhh, baby, that's groovy-"
His hands massaged her back, reaching down to her buttocks as he sucked on her tits.
"You've had enough," she insisted, "after all, how much can one hundred dollars buy?"
"Ohh, how mercenary," he smiled. Then, he got up and suggested, "I know a way you might pick up some more bread if you're interested-"
"How?"
"A buddy of mine likes threesomes-would you like to try it that way?"
"I don't know," Debbie said quietly, "I-I don't know." Once again her mind became a whirlpool. Once again, it seemed as if she was being sucked down, down, down-
"How much?"
"That's it," Dave chuckled. "How much? Isn't that the most important thing?"
"I think so," Debbie told him tightly.
"Two hundred," he grinned. "Does that sound good to you?"
"That depends-"
"On what?"
"On what I've got to do to earn the two hundred!"
"Well, I can't tell you that. This varies with the mood we're in. But, I can assure you one thing-you'll enjoy yourself."
"Maybe," she replied nervously lighting a cigarette.
"After all-you are a hooker," Dave said, "what do you expect? Men go to chicks like you to cut loose. So, if you want to swing, don't be so damned inhibited-"
"I'm not inhibited-"
"That's what you think-"
"Oh, yes you are," Dave laughed.
"How do you know?"
"I just know," he shrugged. "If you are interested in a nice little party like I propose, let me know-okay?"
"Okay," she smiled. Dave began dressing. He slipped into his boxer shorts, and then put on his shirt. Next, he slid into his pants, and then he sat down and put on his socks and shoes. When he got up again, he reached in his coat pocket and handed Debbie his card.
"Just call me at my office and say you want me to call you and I'll understand-my secretary will answer the phone and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can."
"Thanks," Debbie said, still standing there naked. If Dave thought she was inhibited, she determined she would show him she wasn't. He got a charge out of her walking him to the door stark naked.
"Be good," he smiled as she stood there, his hand reaching out to tweak her breast.
"Don't worry," she smiled assuredly, as he waved and walked away. She stood there, glancing after him and wondering if she'd ever bother phoning him. When she walked back into the bedroom, she counted the money she'd made. One hundred eighty dollars-for one night of work. Not bad, she smiled to herself. And then she quickly calculated. A few months of money pouring in like this and all my problems will be over. But then a sudden fear seized her mind. She remembered all too vividly about the chicks that got in trouble when they met up with a guy who had his weirdo hang-up about beating up women.
Then she closed her eyes to blot out the ugly thoughts, and saw hotels, and blue bays, and white, sandy beaches. When she had put enough money aside, she could take a good vacation. Maybe on a beach in Miami or Hawaii she would find someone who would prove to be the someone she needed to change her life from the drab, dull existence she'd had into a life of excitement and enchantment.
All these thoughts and more whirled through her mind as she turned out the light on the nightstand and stretched out on her bed to get some sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next night Debbie went to the model shop and Tim told her bluntly, "You've got what it takes to turn 'em on honey-keep up the good work!"
"Thank you, Tim," she smiled, and then she stepped down the hall to the room where she'd posed the previous night. She quickly slipped into her bikini, this time deciding to wear the pink one. It blended smoothly with her brown-red hair. She stretched out comfortably on the pillows and picked up a newspaper somebody had left there earlier in the day. She didn't have much time for reading because the door swung open and in stepped a husky looking young man.
"Hi," he began.
"I'm Debbie-and I don't pose in the nude. Just want to get that straight at the outset."
"I don't have to see it all," the virile, young man smiled, "I got a dirty imagination-now let's start posing."
"Anything you say," she smiled.
"How about getting on all fours?" he suggested slyly.
"I'd like to get a nice close up from this angle-"
"That'll be an awkward pose," she told him flatly.
"I don't care," he grinned, "It's still the best angle for shots."
"With the camera?"
"With anything," he laughed, as Debbie obeyed him. Once she was on all fours, she turned to look at him. He was staring down at her trim hips greedily, his eyes carefully noticing the tight-fitting elastic bikini as it held her buttocks in its tight clasp. He could easily imagine what the rest of her would be like. Her dark brown hair with its red tinge teased his imagination as he guessed her cunt hair would be curly and exciting.
After a series of pictures, he asked her, "would you like to make a little money on the side?"
"How much?"
"Twenty more for a head job," he told her flatly.
"Well ... I ... I"
The moment she hedged he knew he had her on the hook. Moving to the door, he assured her, "I'll just lock the door and it won't take us ten minutes to get it over with-that is, if you know what you're doing!"
"Don't worry, I know where it's at," she winked, "but first-the twenty-"
"Oh, sure," he said, reaching in his hip pocket and taking out his wallet and giving her a twenty.
"Now if you'd just lie down on the pillows, I'll show you how I like it," he insisted.
Debbie lay down on the pillows and he knelt at her head. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his rock-hard cock and she undid the clasp on the bikini bra. Her breasts fell out full and ready. Angling his penis so he could slide it all the way down her throat, his hands gripped her nipples as he pinched them lightly. Her mouth opened to take his hard penis in. Slowly, he slid his shaft down her throat. His hands began massaging and kneading her breasts as he watched her accommodate him.
"That's it, baby," he panted, "suck my joystick-suck it good."
Debbie began realizing how many different angles there were to making it. As the balls bounced on her chin she grasped his buttocks. He really dug this, and he massaged her tits rougher now, as he built his pace.
"Ohhhh, that's fantastic," he panted, "suck on it-suck my cock off-ohhhh, baby, suck it, suck it off!"
Suddenly he couldn't hold it back any longer.
The hot sperm flashed down her throat as he unloaded his cum in her mouth.
"Keep sucking honey-get it all-ohhhh, ahhhh-that's it-suck-suck-suck it off!" Debbie was developing a taste for sperm. She enjoyed the taste of it, and held his ball sack in her hand while she ate his cock-juice.
He pulled his penis out of her mouth and told her, "You're a real head-artist!"
"Thank you," she smiled.
He put his penis back in his pants, zipped up and walked toward the door. Debbie put her bra back on and watched him unlock the door and exit without saying another word. It bothered her in some ways that she was beginning to become a real hustler. Yet, she liked the fact she could turn all the men on, and she was hooked on sperm.
The next man who came in was a rough looking character who wore black boots and a black leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet. He looked at her and a broad smile formed on his face.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes-anything wrong with that?"
"No," he said-but I guess I gotta' train you so you enjoy the taste of leather-"
"What?"
"Lick my boots-"
"Aren't you going to photograph me?"
"Yes," he smiled, "I'll photograph you licking my boots-" There was nothing left for her to do. She had to satisfy him and if licking leather was his hang-up, she'd lick his boots. Bending over, she knelt at his feet and began licking. He angled the camera so he could catch her doing it in the camera's eye. Then, she heard the sound of a zipper. Glancing up momentarily, she saw him taking out his huge, thick penis. Gripping the penis in his hand he began pulling on it.
"That's nice, baby, keep licking my dirty boots." His voice began sexily husky. As she continued licking his boots, she got a strong urge to suck him off. She wondered what his sperm would taste like.
"You want it, don't you?" he asked eagerly. She nodded as she went on licking. Then, he shoved her aside roughly.
"Alright, I'll give it to you."
He locked the door, and suddenly the thought flashed through her mind that she hadn't asked him for money. She looked up at him, her brown eyes aglow, "it'll cost you more!"
"No, it won't," he laughed nonchalantly, "you're hooked on cock-"
She didn't answer. She knew he read her right. He was pulling his boots off, and then he pulled his pants off. He still kept the jacket on, and slid out of his shorts. He sat down on the big plastic pillow beside her and said, "now, slave, I'll teach you a thing or two about making a guy happy."
He drew his legs up under his arms and smiled.
"I like it when a chick rims me and jerks me at the same time-it's called 'rim and jerk', dig it?"
She looked at him puzzled. But, she wasn't kept in the dark for long. He raised his legs up so she could see him spreading his buttocks. Then, he smiled, "Get down there and suck it out."
"You mean you expect me to-"
"Suck my sweet ass out, baby," he demanded.
Realizing she was indeed his sex-slave, she crouched at his legs and got her face down there at his buttocks. Her tongue shot out and she started licking.
"That's it," he smiled, "now grab my prick and pull it off-"
As her slipper tongue slide around his asshole, she reached for his penis and began jerking him off.
He lay back and watched her in the wall mirror, completely enjoying her submissive position.
"That's it-lick all around the asshole," he commanded. Her tongue slid smoothly around his tight anal entrance, while her hand pumped in a fast-paced movement on his penis.
"Now, shove your tongue way up in there and tongue-fuck my asshole," he commanded.
Her tongue slid smoothly into his quivering asshole. She was lost in his lustful emotions, oblivious to anything but bringing him complete satisfaction. But, she desired the juice contained in his penis which she was pumping so vigorously.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm getting hot, baby-clamp your mouth on my prick-come on-" She tore her hot tongue out of his asshole, and grabbed his penis and shoved her mouth down over it. His hands held her in place as she sucked.
"Suck it-suck my cock-suck!"
Her head bobbed up and down as she took his nine solid inches of pulsating penis into her mouth. Her hand massaged his balls while she slid her mouth up and down his slick shaft.
"That's it-ohhhh, suck me-suck me off-eat that juice. Go after the juice baby, ahhh, that's it-suck-suck, suck it off!"
He rammed it down her throat unmercifully, and then he got his gun off.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, ahhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, suck it off," he gasped as his penis continued shooting his thick, creamy load of sperm into her sucking mouth.
"Ohhh, cocksucker, suck-suck it," he commanded crudely, and his rough ways ignited her all the more. He watched her cheeks suck in, as she finished him off. Stroking her silky brown hair, he patted her appreciatively.
Finally, Debbie slid her mouth off his male organ, and he sighed, "you're good at it."
He pulled his shorts back on, and soon he was putting his pants on too, and sliding into the black boots.
He didn't bother to look at her again. Opening the door, he just walked out. She realized she'd been taken and it bugged her. By becoming too anxious, she'd failed to demand payment in advance and lost out on extra money. Then and there she made a vow to herself. No matter how eager she was to have sex with a customer, it was payment in advance or forget it. This was her determination and she decided she wouldn't veer from it once. Now the truth was out. Tim was running a cat house under the guise of a model shop. The cameras were there for front. If anyone was investigating it would serve as a good prop. But the truth of the matter was clear to her now. They paid Tim a fee and then they would bargain with the model for sex. It bugged her the more she thought about it that the black leather stud had gotten his rocks off and hadn't given her anything extra for the wild sex he demanded.
The next man who came in she decided she'd get even with. Tim couldn't force her to do anything, nor could a customer. If she refused what could they do?
A middle-aged grey-haired man walked in next. He seemed friendly and congenial, but this didn't matter to her. He was like all the rest, thinking only of his gun and how to get it off. She could even a few scores if she could use her pussy-power to settle her mind over the last trick pulled on her.
"Well, you're new here," he began, his eyes lighting up as he glanced over Debbie's trim young form.
"Yes," she smiled, "what poses do you want me?"
"Something special-real special," he smiled. "I don't do naked posing," Debbie said evenly. "I'm sorry-"
"I'll bet you are, you little prick-teaser-"
"How's this for a good angle?" Debbie asked innocently, as she flopped down on the pillows and threw her legs up at wide angles.
"Nice view," the man smiled hopefully, as he looked into the lens of the camera. He took a couple of shots of her in that position, and then said, "just stretch out, and raise one leg up-I think we might get a good shot at that angle-"
"I'm sure you could," Debbie nodded agreeably, as she lay on her side, lifting one leg up, so an inviting view of her cunt caught his eye. As she saw his eager glance of hot anticipation, sweeping her body she exulted in her triumph.
"Beautiful," he moaned, as he took a couple more pictures of her at this angle.
It was a strange feeling that went through her as she realized it was a hollow triumph. She could turn him on, but she was losing money getting even.
"Would you like to make it with me?" she asked cagily, when she had him coming.
"You know it," he grinned eagerly.
"Would thirty be alright?"
"You name it, beautiful," he smiled anxiously.
"Alright, but let's not take forever-time is money!"
"Okay," he said agreeably, pleasantly surprised that she was becoming more agreeable to the idea of letting him have sex with her.
Then, he locked the door, and began stripping. He was undressed in short order and Debbie, wanting to make the most of her time, stripped too. He came over to her, and said, "aren't these pillows great for fucking? You can do so many things using them."
"They are," she said, eyeing his huge, thick penis which hung between his legs.
She raised her legs up, and he said, "how about putting your legs on my shoulders so I can get it up there farther?"
"Sure, baby," she replied. He put his hands on either side of her as he angled his body so his penis could get the best thrust possible. Then, he rammed his hard pecker up her hot cunt and she squealed in delight.
"Ohhh, that's wild," he gasped as he felt her cunt clasp his cock. Thrusting it in even, hard strokes he drove it higher and higher inside her.
"Snap that pussy," he panted. Debbie didn't completely understand what he meant. But it didn't take her long to find out. He quickly explained, "When I drive it in there baby, you grab it with you cunt muscles-okay?"
"Okay," she agreed, actually delighted to learn some more techniques she could apply to what was quickly becoming her trade. Her cunt gripped his penis, then released it-gripped, then released it.
The alternating grip-release movement was very exciting to her, and she found herself enjoying it more too. But what excited her most of all was the angle of the penis. Never before had she felt any man driving it to her the way he did.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he gasped. The coils of her cunt ground around his thrusting dick and the two of them struggled to attain a wild, hot orgasm.
"Give it to me," she begged, "I want it all-shove it up there-fuck me-"
"I like a wild fuck," he exclaimed excitedly, glancing down at her flushed face, her turned-on brown eyes, and exciting brown hair flung across the white pillow. Her firm, round breasts, with their rosy nipples stimulated him as he stabbed her hot hole.
"Now, we're making it-yes-you're snapping your pussy just fine-fuck it-fuck it--ohhhhhh, ahhhhh!"
At the same instant, his long, hard prick exploded in her pussy, she climaxed.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh, beautiful-you're fantastic," he groaned in delight, as they climaxed together.
Vigorously, she continued grinding her hips around his flagpole fucker. Finally, he pulled out of her and as her legs stretched out, he brought his body down on her and pressed his mouth to hers.
She opened her mouth instinctively and their tongues found each other. As his tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, she sort of sucked on it. Now, she was turning on and enjoying him. Her hands reached over and gripped his back as she scratched him. Her hands swept down to his buttocks and she slid a finger up his quivering asshole.
He wiggled his anus around her thrusting finger suddenly becoming hard all over again.
Pulling his mouth away from hers, he suggested eagerly, "how about giving me a good blow job?"
"Sure-" she whispered.
She pulled her finger out of his asshole and he mounted her letting his penis rest on her breasts. He slid his penis between her breasts in sandwich style and pressed them together. Kneading them he examined her big breasts closely.
Now, she was hot to suck on it. She looked at him eagerly, his thighs, the hair, the smell of him. It became very exciting to contemplate how it would feel to have him slipping the thick penis into her mouth.
"Give it to me," she whispered sensuously.
"You like it, huh?" he smiled excitedly, glad his male member could turn her on like this.
Seizing his rock-hard penis in his hand, he gripped her head in one hand and slid his penis into her hot mouth. It slid smoothly down her throat as he thrust.
"Go ahead and suck on the end of it," he told her. Using her tongue to industriously flip over just the apex of his ripe penis, she began twirling her tongue in circles.
"Ohhh, I like that sensation-I like it," he panted. Debbie began realizing how many different things she could do with her tongue to turn men on.
"Let your lower lip drag over the head of it," he begged anxiously. Slowly, she let his penis slide out of her mouth and then she let her lower lip slip over the end of it.
"Ahhh, ohhhhh, that's it-that's it," he gasped in delight as her mouth sucked it in, let it slide out and repeated the process.
He watched her red lips encase his penis, and his spine tingled when he saw her cheeks suck in on his staff. Lifting her head off the bed, the auburn-brown hair spread out against the white plastic pillow. Jabbing it in, his balls bounced rhythmically on her chin.
"Suck my shaft," he smiled down at her, his body thrusting in wild convulsions of sexual ecstasy as he saw how excited she could become impaled on his dong.
"That's it-eat it up-gobble down my prick juice," he panted, using dirty-talk to turn her on all the more. Her hands groped for his firm, round globes. Grasping his buttocks she kneaded them as she pulled him tighter to her. "That's it, baby-suck on it-eat it up!"
She continued playing with his buttocks while he rammed it down her throat.
"Ohhhhh, baby-that's beautiful," he groaned, as her mouth became a hot, sensuous whirlpool sucking him in like hot velvet. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, yes-yes!"
Faster and faster he thrust his huge tool down her throat, until she almost gagged. She could smell the sweet sweat of his loins. She could turn on watching his curly, black pubic hair close-up as it slid back and forth.
"Suck-suck-suck it off," he blurted, as the hot sperm flashed out of his penis and down her throat. She pulled back, trying to get a taste of his cum. The moment he realized how much she dug prick-juice, he pulled it farther out so her tongue could savor the hot, sticky fluid. "Ahhhh, ohhhhh, easy, baby-easy-that's my cock you're sucking on-"
She held his ball sack in her hands and continued sucking on his penis-head until he'd completely unloaded his prick in her mouth.
Once again, the creamy fluid tasted like some rare, exotic delight to her tongue. She savored every last drop of his cum and as he slid out, he whispered, "Baby, we've got to make it again-give me your phone number so we can connect outside of the model shop."
"Alright," she agreed.
She gave him her phone number and before he dressed, he pulled her to him, and kissed her passionately.
"You're a real horny stud, aren't you?" she laughed.
"I like to ball a chick who knows what's happening," he grinned. "You've got it where it counts, baby!"
"Well," he explained, "a lot of the chicks who grind out fucks in the model shop are no good. They're cold as hell. They could be eating a salami sandwich while you're pumping you're prick off. That's the kind of fucks I can do without!"
CHAPTER THREE
Debbie once again had made plenty of bread for one night of fucking. And there was more to be had when she kept her double-date with Dave.
She came into her apartment around one o'clock in the morning and didn't feel like sleeping. She undressed, taking care to move slowly and relax after such a tense night of screwing. She filled the tub and decided to enjoy a hot, relaxing bath. It would help her sleep better.
Then, the phone would have to ring. She slid out slowly, wrapping a large terry-cloth towel around her body and answered the phone.
"Hello," she began, "this is Debbie-yes."
Dave went on, "I was checking with you about our double-date-do you remember?"
"Oh, yes-I remember."
"How about tomorrow afternoon?"
"Alright," she replied, "what time?"
"I'll pick you up about two o'clock and take you over to Rodger's place where we'll have our triple play!"
"Okay, see you then, but I better get some sleep now."
"Pleasant dreams," Dave signed off. Debbie dried herself off and headed for the bedroom. She flung back the blue bedspread, and lay down on the blue sheets. She liked to sleep in the nude. As she looked about the bedroom she imagined all the nice furniture she could buy after a few weeks of hustling. It wasn't such a bad sort of life after all, she reasoned. She slept soundly until the next morning when the hot morning light peered in through the Venetian blinds.
She looked at the clock and it was almost twelve noon. She got up drowsily and went to the kitchen and started fixing some coffee.
The pleasant aroma of the coffee helped awaken her some more. Glancing in the mirror in the bedroom, she realized she would have to take a shower to wake up. She was still drowsy. But, she was starved, so she fixed herself a big breakfast to get herself going.
Then, she took a quick, hot shower, finishing with a cold one. Rubbing her body vigorously with the thick, turkish towel she again looked in the mirror. The red-glow to her body matched perfectly the auburn-brown hair. Her eyes were alight with eager expectation. What did Dave have in mind? She'd find out soon. Applying plenty of Intimate spray cologne to make her body smell good all over, she quickly slipped into some blue nylon panties and a matching bra.
The doorbell rang and there was Dave. He was wearing a summery blue and white pin-stripe jacket with blue pants. His white shoes, and white tie completed his sharp looking outfit.
"It's a hot day," Debbie smiled, as she picked up her purse and joined him.
"We're going to make it an awful lot hotter," he grinned.
"Where are we going?"
"To Jerry's place," he smiled.
"Who is Jerry?"
"A buddy of mine-"
They hurried down to Dave's car and headed for Jerry's place. As they drove farther out to the suburbs, Debbie recognized they were entering Brentair, an exclusive private section of town reserved for the ultra-rich.
"He lives here?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Yes," he smiled nonchalantly, "I know a few important people-are you surprised?"
"Oh, no," she assured him.
They swept by spacious green lawns, sloping gracefully down to the twisting hillside road. Driving down a tree-shaded street, they finally came to a southern colonial house that instantly caught her admiration.
Sweeping into the circular driveway, Debbie sighed, "Oh, this is beautiful-he must have money."
"He does," David nodded.
They drove up to an automatic garage with an electric-eye that opened smoothly for Dave to drive in. Inside the garage, the door just as smoothly closed behind them.
Debbie got out and Dave walked over to a large door which opened into the main hallway of the elegant house. Opening the door, Debbie followed.
"Ohh, what a pad," she exclaimed.
"He likes it-"
"He should," she laughed.
When they had walked down a long, tile floored hall, they came to the beam ceilinged living room which had a wall of windows overlooking a green lawn, in the center of which was an aqua pool shining in the sunshine.
"Oh, this is fantastic," Debbie exclaimed, moving toward the sliding glass windows. Dave pushed one aside, and she walked out onto the lawn. Beyond a hill rose with its trees and ivy and flowers. All of this served as a privacy shield as well as adding a touch of breath-taking beauty.
"Want to go swimming?"
"I didn't bring my suit," she complained. "You don't need one here. There's just Jerry and me here today."
"Well, alright," she agreed, "I guess we might as well take advantage of a beautiful day to enjoy ourselves."
"I couldn't agree more," Dave exclaimed, walking over toward the cabana and beginning to strip. In a short time they both were undressing and preparing to take a dip in the pool. In a matter of moments, they'd stripped and were walking together, stark-naked, toward the shimmering pool.
Dave ran ahead of her and plunged into the pool. Debbie followed quickly behind him. The two of them swam for the opposite end of the pool. It didn't take long for Jerry to join them. He came running across the green grass bare ass naked.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled at Debbie as she pulled herself out of the pool and turned to see him. Jerry's penis hardened instantly as he studied her. The breasts which jutted out, with their rosy-red nipples, the beautiful triangle of hair between her legs, and the smooth, rounded buttocks all turned him on.
"Hi," Debbie smiled.
"We should have a drink," Dave suggested, walking over to the pool bar to prepare some for them.
"What would you like?" he turned to Debbie.
"Bourbon and seven," she suggested.
"Fine-we've got it."
"Make mine scotch on the rocks," Jerry smiled, not taking his eyes off Debbie's delectable naked body for a moment. His penis now pointed up, and his balls hung there. She tried not to focus on his male member, but his enormous size did fascinate her.
"Ever water-fuck?" Dave smiled as he handed her her drink.
"Why, no-now that you mention it-I haven't. Have I been missing out on something?"
"You bet your sweet ass you have," Jerry grinned.
He took the drink from Dave's hand and began drinking. Dave began drinking too and soon the three of them were beginning to get loaded.
"Fix me another drink," he told Dave.
"Alright," Dave agreed. Quickly he went to work preparing another round of drinks.
When they were halfway through their second drinks, Jerry smiled sensuously at Debbie, devouring her with his eyes. "Dave tells me you're a real groovy chick who turns-on all the way!"
"I'm uninhibited, if that's what you mean," Debbie slurred, the booze taking effect already.
"Prove it by giving us a go at your body in the pool, okay?"
"Water-fucking?"
"Sure, why not?" Dave smiled eagerly.
"Alright, if you dig that-I'll swing."
Debbie put the glass to her lips and sipped the remainder of her drink. Rising, she walked over to the pool and went to the shallow end, slowly walking down the wide steps.
Dave and Jerry followed close behind.
"Let me have it up the backdoor," Jerry smiled. "I like it that way."
Getting behind her, he angled his penis so he could shove it up her anus. Dave got in front of her and rammed his penis in her cunt. Before she knew what was happening the two men were thrusting their penises in and out of her two holes. And to heighten her surprise, she found herself enjoying it enormously.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it off," Jerry panted, as he drove his dick in and out of her tight anal opening.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," Dave smiled as he looked at her while he fucked her front door.
She pressed her soft tits at his hairy chest and rubbed them back and forth.
"That feels fantastic," she gasped, "I like the feel of your hair against my titties."
"I like the feel of your titties against my hair," he blurted, "keep it up, baby-keep it up."
The double-thrust of her two lovers, utilizing both her vaginal and anal openings was exciting and stimulating her as she'd never been stimulated before.
"Grab my prick up your asshole," Jerry demanded crudely. "That's it, fucker-rotate your ass around my prick!"
Her anus twisted around Jerry's rock-hard, thrusting penis, at the same time taking Dave along for a cunt-ride.
"Beautiful," Jerry exclaimed, "Oh, Wow! This gal has a tight ass. It's tremendous grooving up her asshole."
"Keep those breasts moving," Dave demanded, "Yes-yes, like that lover. Ohhh, I dig it-keep those tits in action. Fuck-fuck-fuck it off!"
Now, Debbie was on fire. She threw her head about, her auburn-red hair flowing in the breeze. It was a beautiful experience for her, and she was learning the ways of lust, savoring every satisfying moment of her momentous experience.
"Fuck off," Jerry gasped, reaching down in the water to grasp her slippery buttocks. His hands massaged her firm, round globes as she twisted, and turned, writhing in her new-found sexual ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, I love that, keep that up. Your ass is tremendous!"
"Oh, Wow," Dave exclaimed, "My cock's on fire. Fuck it, bitch, fuck it-fuck!"
She threw her pelvis up, as she twisted her cunt around to accommodate Dave's penis, and Jerry's backdoor approach.
"Hey, I'm almost there," Jerry exclaimed, ramming it in up to the hilt. His balls bounced on her buttocks and he reached down in the water and held her in place.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming. Ahhhhh, keep twisting that pussy, baby, that's it-ahhhh, ohhhh!" Dave's hot sperm shot up her pussy, and then Jerry got his rocks off.
"Faster, faster, ohhh, yes, yes! I'm shooting my load, ahhhhhh!"
Jerry's rock-hard cock unloaded in her tight asshole. She squeezed it, draining his dick.
Debbie threw her head back, and glanced at Jerry. Their eyes met and he pressed tighter to her body. At the same moment, Dave drove into her with a hard thrust.
"This is tremendous," she whispered, "two cocks are better them one!"
Finally, Dave pulled his penis out of her pussy and Jerry slid his cock out of her behind. Then, the three of them swam back and forth the length of the pool.
Finally, Jerry jumped out and called to the other two swimmers, "How about something to eat?"
"I'm starved," Dave assured him, and he jumped out a moment later.
Jerry stepped over to a bar refrigerator nearby and brought out three thick steaks.
"We'll have the barbecue going in a minute," he winked, walking over to the barbecue where he had charcoal burning. Placing the steaks on the barbeque, David suggested they have another round of drinks.
Reaching into the refrigerator, he picked up three salads. Placing them on the nearby table, he went over and turned the steaks over. The stereo music, the rippling turquoise pool, and the trees protecting the pool all added up to a delightful meal.
"Do you always eat in the nude?" Debbie smiled.
"When a beautiful girl joins our party, we always dine in the nude," Jerry grinned.
The three of them had their dinner, and then Jerry showed her around the house. The beamed ceiling living room with its fireplace and small sofas on either side of the fireplace. A beautiful dining room table with a crystal centerpiece and a buffet comprised the formal dining room. Then, Jerry led them up the hallway to his office. Rounding a comer, they went up a staircase to a handsome bedroom.
"This is beautiful," Debbie exclaimed, "you really have a sharp pad here-I like that big bed."
"Wait'll you see the other bedroom," Dave smiled.
"Don't tell me there is another one better than this," Debbie laughed.
Jerry walked up the stairs and Dave and Debbie followed. In this bedroom a wall of windows overlooked the pool and lawns down below. The other wall was mirrors. The king-size bed was pushed next to the mirrors.
"Like it?" Jerry asked.
"Oh, yes-this is beautiful."
Dave walked over to the windows and pulled the drapes shut. Jerry turned the lights on and the piped-in music began.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dave stepped out of the room a moment and brought in a beautiful dog. Debbie just stared at it and wondered if the dog was going to stay in the room.
"What kind of dog is he?"
"German Shepherd," Jerry smiled proudly. "His name is Prince."
"Oh, Prince, you're beautiful," Debbie exclaimed. The big dog jumped on the bed and immediately began sniffing at her pussy. Both Jerry and Dave broke up laughing when they saw this.
"He's horny for you," Jerry nodded, watching everything closely. Glancing down at the dog's genitals, Debbie spotted the huge, thick penis.
"Do you think he'd be a good screw?" she giggled.
"There's only one way to find out," Dave smiled, "let him fuck you-"
Even though Debbie had never before thought of having intercourse with a dog, this beautiful animal did turn her on. His beautiful eyes looked at her eagerly. He was obviously very anxious to fuck her.
As Prince's pink tongue licked away at her breasts, she couldn't help but wonder if somebody had trained him to do all these things.
"Is this one of those sex-trained dogs?" she smiled, enjoying the enthusiasm the dog displayed for her body.
Suddenly the urge to feel the dog's penis excited her imagination. She reached down and gripped the dog's penis and stroked it. The dog went into action. Pulling back, he suddenly placed his paws on her shoulders. Reaching down to grip his huge, pulsating tool she guided him into her cunt. The dog thrust, and she squealed in delight.
"Ohhh, this is wild-I love it, I love it," she panted, as the dog rammed it to her.
"Give it to her Prince," Jerry said, grasping his penis as he watched.
Dave reached for his tool too. Now, the two of them were pulling on their peckers.
"Thata' boy-fuck-fuck, fuck me," she cried out in uninhibited enthusiasm.
Dave and Jerry closed in. Both of them were jerking their penises now with wild abandon. Their rods stiffened and the heads became larger as they continued pumping and watching.
"How about that?" Jerry grinned, "isn't that a wild fuck?"
"Yes, yes," she enthused, "but don't you cats let your guns go off-I want to gobble down that prick juice!"
"Okay, baby, we'll let you give us both head when you finish giving the dog
his-"
Prince's paws pressed harder into her shoulders as he drove his thick, pulsating penis up her cunt. Never before had anything turned her on like this. The wild, hard thrusts and the distance the cock went inside her had her going out of her mind with excitement.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck off," she cried enthusiastically. And then the dog spurted his stuff inside her. Her cunt muscles grabbed, squeezing the juice out of the dog dong.
Prince turned his head, his tongue hanging out of the side of the mouth as he rammed it in to the hilt, enjoying the sensation of unloading his sperm in her pussy-chamber.
"Oh, you beautiful big dog," Debbie moaned, rolling her head this way and that, savoring every last second of the dog's fuck.
When Prince had finished, he jumped off the bed. Then, Jerry announced, "Now, I'm first, give me good head baby-slow and easy-I want it to last!"
He mounted her breasts, straddling her so that his buttocks rested on them. Aiming his hard penis toward her mouth, he smiled as she opened to accept him.
"Now, take it in baby and suck on it."
Quickly Debbie grabbed the penis and sucked on the meaty head. Letting her mouth move over just the head of it, she allowed her lower lip to drag over the edge.
"Wow!" Jerry gasped, "you sure know how to give head."
Reaching down, she grabbed his ball sack and held it in place while he fed her penis.
"Suck on it," he demanded, as he slid his penis in and out of her mouth. Dave got so turned on he had to pump his own penis.
Reaching down, Jerry ran his fingers through her auburn-brown hair. He watched her eyes closed as she worshipped his male member, sucking her cheeks in. Her full red lips gripped it tightly and she sucked smoothly.
"Ohhhh, now-now," Jerry groaned, as he gripped her head tightly, and rammed his penis down her throat.
"Throat-fuck her," David cried, pulling faster and faster on his own penis. "Yes-yes, that's it-give it to her!"
Jerry's balls bounced on her chin, as her head arched back to allow him the chance to ram it all the way down her throat. Suddenly, his body began sweating as he neared climax.
"Ahhh, ohhhh-yes-yes-suck on it-suck-suck, ohhhh!" The hot sperm splashed down her throat as she gulped his prick-juice.
It was all Dave could do to hold back now, he was so hot to get his rocks off just watching.
Finally, Jerry eased his penis out of her mouth. She'd devoured every last drop of his cum and seemed very happy and proud of her accomplishment.
"I'm next-" Dave insisted enthusiastically.
Jerry moved away and allowed Dave to take his place. Dave rested his firm, round buttocks on her soft breasts. Grasping his huge tool in his hand, he smiled at Debbie.
"Get set for nine good inches," he told her as he moved in. "I'm really horny honey-and there's gonna' be a good load in these balls."
Slowly he slid his huge penis into her mouth. She took it in, inch by inch.
"That's beautiful," he said, as her hot mouth felt like wet velvet to his penis.
He pushed it smoothly in and out, and she repeated her cocksucking technique of letting her lower lip drag over the head of the penis. It got Dave so excited he began trembling.
"Oh, baby, that's fantastic," he panted, "you really know how to suck on it-yes-yes suck it off!"
As his tempo built, he began running his fingers through her hair. She arched her head back to accommodate more of his rod, almost as eager to have it rammed down her throat as he was to give her all his inches.
"You're a natural," he whispered, observing her beautiful hair, clear, smooth skin and warm red lips. Her face flushed, matching the auburn tint of her hair as she got more excited.
"Now, give it to me-suck on it-suck-suck-suck if off!" The enormous penis drove in swift jabs as Dave watched his balls bouncing on her chin. She was building into a steady tempo now. As her pace increased, the excitement built.
"Ohhh, baby-suck it," he insisted, "suck it off-eat that juice-go after the juice, baby-ahhhh, ohhhh, suck, suck, suck it off!"
Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer and the hot, creamy sperm flashed out of his penis.
"Beautiful," he smiled, as the total sensation of being sucked engulfed his body, making his spine tingle, his body vibrate under the passionate excitement of this scintillating moment of sexual ecstasy.
When he pulled out his penis, Debbie just lay there, luxuriating in the after-glow of a wild fuck.
"We've really had a ball, haven't we?" Jerry grinned.
"Yes," Debbie said softly, "I loved it. I always love a good load of creamy cum."
"I know," Dave said, "you nearly sucked my dick off."
"I've been giving you a lot of thought," Jerry said earnestly, "and I don't think you make enough money at the model shop."
"I make out okay," Debbie said defensively. "Well, I think I could help you make out better," Jerry insisted, as he got off the edge of the bed and paced the floor.
Not wanting to feel inferior to his obvious wealth, Debbie spoke up, "I think I know how to take care of myself. I'm a big girl now."
"I didn't say you didn't know how to take care of yourself," Jerry snapped impatiently.
"Listen to what he has to say," Dave demanded, "he's only thinking of your best interests-"
"Like trying to fuck me up every hole-shame I don't have fifteen asses, and twenty five cunts, and thirty mouths-I could give him a-lot more action."
"Don't be ridiculous," Jerry smiled, "we need a drink. After a wild orgy like we had-we ought to have a little liquid refreshment."
"Might be a good idea," Debbie said, relaxing momentarily. Dave went to the bar on cue, and began fixing another round of drinks. Quickly handing a drink to Debbie, he managed to calm her down. Then, Jerry proceeded with his proposition.
"You liked Prince, didn't you, luv?"
"Yes."
"A gorgeous chick like you needs a dog like Prince to protect her. You've got a wild body and a lot of men would like to get between the sheets with you-"
"So, what's new?" Debbie slurred, the drink starting to take effect.
"Fix her another drink," Jerry told Dave. "We all need another one-"
"Right-on," Dave smiled, going to the bar and pouring some more liquor.
"Well, I have some ideas how you can make more money and I'd give you Prince as a gift to protect you. And, whenever you feel the need of a good fuck-Prince will be ready to turn-on." Prince, hearing his name mentioned so many times began glancing from Jerry to Debbie. Debbie looked at the dog, a slow smile creeping across her face.
"That's a lot of bull. I'll never need to worry about getting balled, baby. I've got all the business I can handle down at the model shop."
"Yeah, twenty dollar head jobs," Jerry said, as Dave handed her another drink. Disgusted, to realize how sharply he could present her past, she gulped it down.
"So, what's wrong with that? You wanted your cock sucked off, didn't you? Some guys don't have more than twenty bucks to buy a head-job. So, you have more. Does that make you better?"
"You've got a lot of hostility inside you," Dave smiled. "Listen to Jerry-and then get angry if you don't like what he has to say."
"I'm all ears," she said crossly.
"Well, I'm offering you a chance to clean up. Prince and you could make a mint-"
"Prince and me?"
"Yes-that dog fits you like a glove. If the two of you put on a demonstration at a sex circus-you'd be the hit of the show."
"Sex circus?"
"Yes," Jerry smiled, "Little parties I throw every now and then. We have some sex demonstrations and people participate. It's all good, clean fun."
"Sounds like it," Debbie smiled without humor. "And Prince and I are the star attractions. Oh, God, I never thought I'd wind up billed as a dog-fucker."
"Don't say that," Dave demanded.
"Why not? It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Well, yes and no," Jerry smiled smoothly. "It is true that you'll be having sex with Prince-but Prince is a prize dog. He is a thoroughbred German Shepherd, and I have papers to prove it. More than that, Prince can be a great companion to you and he can protect you. All that must be taken into consideration." Prince seemed to understand that he was the subject of the discussion. He looked at Debbie with his soulful eyes, as if begging for acceptance. Debbie looked around the room, at Dave and Jerry.
Then, her mind became a cash-register. Why shouldn't she at least find out how much she could make doing this little sex routine-if they dug it that much.
"How much is there in it for me?" she said softly.
"I thought you'd be coming to that," Jerry grinned knowingly. "The whore with a heart of gold-"
"You sonofabitch," Debbie blurted.
"Take it easy," Dave calmed her. "He was just joking. He has a funny sense of humor."
"A perverted sense of humor," Debbie snapped back.
"I didn't mean anything," Jerry assured her with a small smile coming to the corners of his mouth. "It's just that I see the funny side of life and-"
"You've got me all confused," Debbie said, rising off the bed. Instantly, Prince came to her side and looked up at her longingly, with his intense eyes.
Patting his head, she smiled, "You know, Prince-you're the best fucker of them all-"
Dave winked to Jerry. They knew they had a chick who dug dogs and they were delighted.
"We'd pay you two fifty a show," Jerry smiled, and then added quickly, "at the shows you can pick up some side-trade. I think a girl of your body and brains belongs in a better setting than a funky model shop."
Debbie grasped the pitch. It wasn't so bad after all. If she could carry on at orgy sessions and pick up business on the side, she might indeed have a very good thing going.
"Alright," she said suddenly, "but I get Prince. He's my dog!"
"It's a deal," Jerry smiled, "Prince is your-sand both of you belong to us!"
She hardly knew how to take this. Was she in some kind of bondage to both men? Were they pimping for her? Did the dog show merely provide a window-display for her sex trade? All these thoughts and more flashed through her mind.
"You don't get a cut out of my performances, do you?" she asked evenly. Looking into the eyes of both men, she tried to determine if they would tell her the truth.
"No, no-we don't get anything-except the fun of watching you fuck. Then, of course-we like our threesomes. You don't mind that, do you?"
"No-"
"I've got a groovy idea," Dave smiled.
"Go ahead, shoot-"
"Well, sexy baby, why don't we make it a threesome for tonight and take movies of you and the dog after we finish fucking?"
"I've got to work tonight-"
"That's all over," Jerry grinned delightedly, "just call up the model shop and tell Tim you're not going to be in anymore."
"You know Tim?"
"Everybody knows everybody in this business," Jerry nodded. "But, baby, congratulate yourself-you're moving up where the elite meet to fuck-how does that grab your sweet ass?"
"As long as the money's good, I'm game."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk," Dave smiled, "now, let's take a shower and go downstairs and have something to eat-I'm starved."
"So am I," Debbie smiled, "I shouldn't be hungry though-not after all that sperm-"
"Maybe you should suck Prince off-"
"That is one thing I'll never do," Debbie declared emphatically.
"That's what you think," Jerry smiled. The three of them headed for the shower room, and in a moment the warm spray of the water streamed down their bodies. Jerry soaped Debbie, and as he did so he watched the foam form on her generous breasts. He studied the nipples and marveled at their size.
"You like to touch me, don't you?"
"All over," Jerry replied.
Dave began soaping her pubic hair. As he saw the curly red-brown hair foam with the soap suds he was lavishing on her body, he let his finger slip inside her.
"That feels groovy," she replied.
"I've got an idea," Jerry smiled, as he moved away from her breasts and got behind her. He began soaping her firm, round behind and then let a finger slide up her now slippery anus.
"Feel good?" Jerry asked huskily.
"Yes, it does-two way finger fucking-you guys know all the angles-"
"We try," Dave grinned, as he continued thrusting his finger in and out of her snatch. Both of their penises were hardening now, and. she reached for Dave's with a bar of soap. Soaping it up good, she began pumping on his penis. Then, reaching behind her with a soapy hand and grasping Jerry's rigid tool, she began sliding her slippery hand back and forth on his soapy penis.
"Oh, Wow!" Dave exclaimed, "but baby-don't pull it so fast, you'll have me getting my rocks off-and I don't want to waste it-"
"Alright," she laughed, "I'll just let you get it down your way-"
Dave slipped his finger out of her hot snatch, and Jerry pulled his slippery finger out of her asshole.
"Now, let's wash off-then we can head for the food-we've got to have a good meal if we're going to continue our marathon fucking."
CHAPTER FIVE
After they had a good meal, they returned to the bedroom. Jerry studied Debbie closely.
"You know you probably photograph like a million dollars," he smiled.
Nervously scratching her forehead, she replied, "You think so-you mean porno pictures-"
"Screwing pictures," Dave smiled. "Now, why don't we try an interesting three-way. "How would it be if you sucked my ass out and ate my dong, while Jerry got down on your pussy and ate your ass out."
"Alright-but where does Prince fit in?"
"He comes in later-you'll see," Jerry assured her in a knowing tone.
It didn't take long for the two men to get in a position of fucking. Jerry slid a blue pillow under her buttocks and got down there. Dave got on top of her face and lowered his buttocks right over her.
It didn't take long for Dave to turn-on. He got an instant hard-on and gripped his penis while he lowered his buttocks.
"Baby, just reach up and grasp my butt-then shoot your tongue out and do some licking-I got a nice sweet ass-"
At first, Debbie seemed reluctant. As his buttocks moved closer to her face she became more anxious to get out of this position. But, at that very moment, she felt Jerry's hands raising her buttocks, and then his hot tongue swished around her asshole.
"That feels wild," she admitted as his tongue licked all around her tight anus.
This clued her in as to how Dave expected her to use her tongue.
"Rim me, baby," she demanded, "Ohhh, that's it-use your tongue."
Her wet tongue licked all around his asshole, and as he turned-on, he guided her, "Now, stiffen your tongue and let me slide up and down on your tongue-that's a wild sensation-"
She immediately went to work, stiffening her tongue and plunging it high up into his sliding asshole.
"Fuck it-fuck my butt," he demanded as the hot tongue flicked back and forth as he raised and lowered, raised and lowered his buttocks over her stiffened, thrusting tongue.
Now, Jerry was going to town on her anal opening. His tongue stiffened and he thrust it swiftly in and out, in and out as she wiggled her quivering ass over his tense tongue.
As the three bodies merged in tongue and anal connections, the dog Prince watched. The expression on his face was one of curiosity, and wonder.
"That's a good girl-eat my ass out," Dave demanded excitedly as her tongue continued to invade his behind. The excitement mounted as she felt the same sensation Dave was feeling while Jerry's hot tongue flipped up her asshole.
As Dave's balls bounced on her face, he gripped his penis and pumped it back and forth.
"Thata' girl-go after my asshole," he panted sensuously. "Doesn't ass taste good when you eat it out."
She was lost in Dave's passion, aware of nothing but her tongue sliding in and out of his tight anal opening as he moved up and down, up and down.
Simultaneously, Jerry was licking her, tongue-fucking her asshole and eagerly watching her slit. He enjoyed feasting his eyes on a close-up view of her cunt. The auburn, curly pubic hair in its moist triangle quivered as he went on lapping away at her anal opening.
"I'm going to feed you dick in a minute," Dave gasped excitedly. "Baby, these balls are loaded. Yes, yes-they're full of hot prick juice-just for you-nice and creamy cum."
Dave's wild words held an off-beat fascination for her. She'd never had sex become so alive, so exciting, so beautiful. He was focusing all his attention on building up her passionate desire until the point he'd thrust his thick, hard penis into her moist, hot mouth. By then, she'd be dying to have a good load of cum splashing down her throat.
"Ohhh, baby, that's it-now you're licking. Lick it good-yes, yes-that's it-suck on that asshole-ohhh, baby, groovy-"
The hot asshole was getting so much stimulation Dave began sweating. His spine tingled, his balls began swelling, and his cock got harder. Pumping it, he grinned down at her in this subservient position hardly able to wait another moment.
"Now, baby-now, tear your tongue out of my asshole and let me feed you prick!"
Debbie instantly slid her tongue out of his tight asshole, and Dave gripped his prick in one hand, seizing her head with the other. Slowly, with great ceremony, he slid his tool into her open mouth.
"Yes, baby, yes-you're going to eat it-" Now, Jerry did his thing. His tongue slid out of her anal opening, and flicked along her gash. He eagerly buried his face in her mound and then let his tongue stab her gash. The feel of his hot, thrusting tongue probing inside her cunt was driving her out of her mind. At the same time, Dave was driving his prick into her mouth.
The double erotic thrills brought her to the height of sexual ecstasy, and she shivered with excitement.
"Calm down, baby-take it easy," Dave said coolly. "Just suck on it slowly like a good cocksucker."
Using her tongue to twirl over the apex of his penis, Debbie managed to give him a super suck.
"Suck-suck-suck it off," Dave panted, as he slid it smoothly in and out of her moist mouth.
While she was enjoying sucking on Dave's pecker, Jerry was thoroughly enjoying sucking on her pussy. He liked the feel of her thinly curling pubic hair, and thrilled to sliding his tongue between her warm cuntal lips. Instantly, he found the small hooded bud of her clitoris. It was hard from her total arousal. Slipping his tongue out for a moment, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. Her body quivered as the excitement ran up and down her spine.
Jerry got so turned on, he took his hand away and once again buried his face in her snatch.
"Suck-suck-suck it off," Jerry groaned as his penis-head touched the back of her throat. Grasping her head in his hands, he continued shoving.
"Baby, let's make it on target-you gushing in Jerry's mouth at the same moment I shoot my wad in your mouth."
His body trembled, and Debbie gripped his buttocks and kneaded them as his balls bounced on her chin and she slid his tool in and out.
"Ahhh, I'm almost there," he moaned in delight. "Suck, suck, suck that cock!"
"Uuuuuuuugggghhhh ... aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Yes, yes," he begged as he unloaded his thick, creamy sperm in her mouth. At the same moment, she gushed in Jerry's mouth. Jerry's tongue lapped away at her pussy, enjoying her juices. Her body was tuned-in, turned-on, and vibrating to the double beat of a thrusting tongue in her joy hole, and Dave's tremendous penis, throbbing, unloading sperm in her eager mouth. Now, she was going out of her mind, her hands kneading Dave's firm, round buttocks as she sucked his juices.
"That's it, Debbie," Dave smiled, proudly pulling his penis out of her full-lipped mouth. "Did you get a good load when I got my rocks off?"
Licking her lips to get every last drop of his cum, she nodded, "You've got an awful lot of cream in those balls. "
"And all for you-" he added.
"You taste delicious," Jerry smiled, pulling his tongue out of her snatch.
Prince leaped up on the bed almost on cue. "Why we've neglected him-would you like to suck him off?"
"Suck a dog?"
"Why not? He won't object!"
At that moment, Jerry got off the bed and went over to the desk in the comer of the room. Picking up a 16 mm camera, he stepped over to the bed. Flicking on a nearby lamp, he angled it so the light hit Debbie and dog like a spotlight focusing.
"I dig it-you take pictures of me eating a dog's dong, sell them and clean up-what do I get-a mouthful of dog-sperm?" When she got angry her skin turned crimson, complimenting the auburn tint in her hair. Her brown eyes snapped, and her lips curled in anger. "I'm not being had-"
"Of course you're not being had," Jerry said, "you'll get paid for your performance if you're any good at sucking on a dog's dong."
"How will you determine that? Ask Prince to sign an affidavit with his paw-print?"
"Not a bad idea-now, how about jerking the dog's prick off, okay?"
Flicking the camera on, Jerry began photographing her. Reluctantly, Debbie reached out to grasp the dog's thick penis. Prince appropriately wagged his tail in appreciation.
"He likes you," Dave smiled.
"He likes having his penis pumped," Debbie snapped, "like any other dog-"
"Faster!" Jerry said, zooming in for a tight close-up of her hand on the dog's rock-hard penis.
"Like this?"
As Debbie's hand moved quicker on the dog's penis, his tail wagged swiftly in appreciation.
Dave complimented her, "You have a way with him. He really digs you, baby-"
"Now, wrap your hot mouth around his cock," Jerry demanded.
This command upset Debbie. She could hardly bring herself to obey. Her mouth quivered as she came closer to the dog's thick penis.
Jerry caught her expression-the revulsion, the curiosity, the attraction that the dog's huge penis obviously held for her.
"Go ahead-open your mouth. Prince will give you a good load-"
Somehow this attracted her. She slowly took the tip of the dog's penis in her mouth and sucked him in.
"Beautiful," Jerry smiled as he brought the camera closer to catch the dog penis sliding in her mouth.
Debbie kept her eyes opened as the dog shoved his huge penis farther into her mouth. She studied the dog's balls and sure enough, the huge balls promised a beautiful load of creamy cum.
"He's wagging his tail," Dave observed.
"Sure, he knows he's getting a good headjob," Jerry smiled, winding up the camera so he could get some more shots. Now, the dog was thrusting with rapid, hard movements.
"Fuck her, Prince, fuck her," Dave grunted excitedly.
The dog took his cue and rammed his penis down her throat. By now Debbie was swept away in the passion of her own, hot desire.
At last the thick penis exploded in her mouth and she sucked on it with new-found force.
"Suck-suck him off. Eat his dog gook!" Jerry grinned excitedly, his own penis hardening as he watched her.
"Ohhhh, look at him go to town-" Dave stammered, as he watched Debbie do her thing on the dog's dong.
Her cheeks sucked in, her face flushed, her arms gripped the dog's furry back as she held on for all she was worth.
"Suck it-his cum is sweet, ain't that right, baby?" Debbie was enjoying the dog's sperm load. She went right on sucking until the dog had unloaded himself in her mouth. Jerry got all the footage of the face fuck, and the dog slid his tool out of her hot mouth.
"Well, how about that?" Dave grinned knowingly, having watched her consume gulp upon gulp of dog cum.
"It was beautiful," she smiled, "I really enjoyed eating his joint-never knock a dog stud. They've got more juice in their pricks than a lot of cats I've sucked on."
"You said a mouthful," Jerry laughed.
CHAPTER SIX
When Debbie got home it was four o'clock the next morning. Jerry had given her two hundred fifty dollars for the fuckathon as he called it, and she tucked it in her purse and put it in the closet. She'd have to bank it soon so she wouldn't lose it or get it stolen.
As the first rays of morning sunshine streaked across the horizon, she got to thinking. Why shouldn't I go along with these cats. I like Prince. She looked at Prince and Prince looked at her. He was a beautiful dog. His breeding was obvious, and his sensitive eyes seemed to reflect more understanding, more wisdom than many humans.
"Prince, baby, I've got to get some shut-eye," she smiled. The dog seemed to know what she was talking about, for he curled up on the floor and put his head down and acted like he was going to get some sleep.
Debbie got in bed, and didn't bother to put
( on her nightgown. Just throwing back the thin bedspread, she spread out naked.
She was out like a light and slept soundly, until the next morning when she felt something wet licking at her pubic hair. She glanced down and with her eyes half-open saw Prince. He was lapping away at her moist snatch.
"Why, Prince, that's a funny alarm clock," she laughed.
Prince looked up at her, and she got the idea of having him lick her generous-sized red-nippled breasts.
"Come up here," she insisted. Prince continued eating at her cunt. She got an idea. Rising off the bed, she went to the kitchen. She picked up a yellow plastic container of honey and brought it back to the bedroom.
Lying back on the bed, she squeezed the yellow plastic honey container. The rich, golden honey oozed out on her left breast. Prince got the point! He moved quickly to her tit and started licking feverishly.
"Ohhh, that's a great feeling. Uuuugggghhhhh," she shrieked, and then she placed the yellow plastic container over her other breast and squeezed. The honey spurted out and the dog licked away.
Her loins became hot as the tongue lapped at her sensitive flesh. Glancing in the mirror, she enjoyed the sight of the beautiful German Shepherd eating her strategically placed honey.
Now, she moved the container down to her moist mound.
Placing the nozzle in her tight snatch with a sudden thrust, she managed to squeeze hard.
This would entice the dog she thought to come on strong. Sure enough, the scent lured Prince. Instantly, he made a move for her pussy. His coarse tongue licked at her curly thatch of auburn hair and suddenly his tongue slid inside her.
"A aaaaggghhhh! Uuuuuuugghhhh...." she shrieked in her effort to keep the dog going at it, and in her own hot desires as she realized what a fabulous thing having sex with Prince could be.
After he'd finished eating her honey pot, his tongue slid out, and she threw her hips up, and gripped his tool and fitted the dog inside her gash.
"Oh, Prince, fuck me-I need to be fucked and fucked good," she shouted at the horny dog.
Prince knew what this meant. While he didn't understand the words, he'd given enough fucks to enough women to recognize when a female wanted him to use his dog dong on them.
Placing his paws on her shoulder, just as he'd learned at his training school, he let her guide him into her eager cunt.
"Oh, that's it-that's it-fuck me, fuck me," she cried out in a frenzy.
The dog really went to town. With strong, hard thrusts Prince pushed his penis in and out of her tight vaginal opening. When she looked over in the mirror, she got a thrilling view of the sex action.
"Fuck me, Prince, fuck me," she shrieked in sexual ecstasy, letting her pelvis push up as she and the dog neared climax.
"Ohhh, Prince-we can make it together," she sighed, "let's try."
Almost as if the dog understood what she was talking about, he rammed it up her joy hole.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck me!"
With a sudden burst of dog-cum, the dog shot his load inside her gash. She squeezed her cunt lips, climaxing at the same moment.
"Ahhh, ohhhh, that's it-that's it," she moaned as the dog's penis kept shooting the sticky, thick fluid inside her. It was far superior to any male who'd ever had intercourse with her. Debbie realized at last why some women prefer dogs. Not only are they great on size, and ability to thrust it up there, but they give a better load than most males are capable of giving.
Prince pulled out of her right after he'd shot off. He saw no reason to keep his hammerhead in her once he'd gotten his rocks off.
He jumped off the bed, and went into the kitchen almost as if he was asking for food.
"Bet you're starved," Debbie laughed, getting off the bed and going to the refrigerator. Then, the phone rang. She knew who it would be. She hadn't phoned Tim at the model shop to tell him she was through working for him.
"Oh, Hi," she began as she heard his voice on the other end of the line.
"Why weren't you on the job the other night?" Tim demanded.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she went saccharine, "I meant to call you-I've found a new job."
"Where? Hustling in a better place?"
"I'm working free-lance," she explained.
"I understand. You found somebody who dug you when you got your big break at the model shop. Well, I don't like it-not one little bit."
"Sorry, Tim-if I decide to work for anybody again on a full-time basis, I'll phone you."
"Don't bother," he said disgustedly, hanging up the phone quickly.
Prince was at her heels, and she knew she had to do something to satisfy his hunger. No doubt her long sleeping span had built his hunger to where he needed a big meal. She didn't have any dog food, but she found a T-bone steak. The dog sniffed it and eagerly tugged at her leg with his teeth.
"Don't eat me up-you're going to get your steak," she assured him.
Prince was satisfied when she placed the plate in front of him. He tore through the steak in moments and was licking his chops for more. "What an appetite you have," she laughed, "alright, alright, you'll get two steaks-but don't expect this every day. You're just getting the get-acquainted offer treatment. Tomorrow I'll buy you some dog food."
Prince was happy in his new place. He'd found a chick who really knew how to give him super sex and good food. What more could a virile dog want?
There was a knock on the door and Debbie hurried to put some clothes on.
"Just a minute," she called out. When she finally opened the door, the landlord smirked, "Do you have a dog in here?"
"Yes," Debbie gulped, as Prince hurried over to see who was at the door and do some sniffing.
"You didn't have permission to bring a dog into this apartment," the landlord boomed, "and I want you to get rid of the dog in 24 hours or move."
"Prince is my friend," Debbie defended him, "and I'm not going to let you throw us out-you can't do that to me."
"If you'll read your lease you'll find out just how wrong you are. Now, I'm not wasting time here-"
Prince instinctively knew that the landlord didn't care for him, and growled.
"Stop it, Prince-"
"You see, that dog is a vicious beast now-"
"You're frightening him," Debbie snapped, "get lost!" Slamming the door in the landlord's face, she moved away from the door and began pacing the floor.
But the landlord persisted in his accusations. The more Debbie heard him rant up, the more she determined she'd have to find a new place.
The phone rang and she hastened to answer it, "Hello
"What's up?" Dave asked her, noticing the obvious upset tone of her voice.
"My temper," she snapped. "That good for nothing landlord of mine insists I get rid of my beautiful Prince or move-"
"Oh, I'm sorry," he told her quickly. "Yes, that's really sad-and what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm not going to leave Prince. I've become so attached to that beautiful dog I could never leave him. "
Prince was watching her, his eyes almost indicating he understood the predicament she was in.
"I'll come over and help you find another pad-you can't live in an atmosphere of hostility like that-I'll be over in an hour."
"Would you help me find another place?"
"Of course I would," Dave assured her.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you."
A little more than an hour later, Dave dropped by.
"Come right in," Debbie greeted him at the door. She patted Prince's head affectionately. "I'm so glad you're pitching in to help me in an emergency-"
"Well, I wouldn't think of not helping. After all I guess I'm somewhat responsible for your problems-can you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. I'd rather have the problem of finding a place that'll take a dog in than never know what it means to have someone love me like Prince."
Glancing at the beautiful German Shepherd dog, Dave observed how the two of them had become attached. The steady gaze of the dog's eyes into Debbie's told him they had indeed found something.
"Where do you propose we begin looking?"
"I was thinking of Briarwood," Dave smiled, "they have some nice places out there. Not fancy, but little private houses you can fix up."
"That's an idea, but I never thought of being all by myself. I know Briarwood is an artist's colony and they have some cute little places there but I'd be frightened all by myself in one of those houses."
"You don't have to be frightened ever again," Dave said, walking over to pat Prince on the head. "Prince is the man of your house and believe me, he's trained to defend you-"
"That's right! I forgot all about that-I'm really not alone anymore at all-I've got Prince."
The two of them left the apartment house under the landlord's scrutiny. He never said a word, but his tight-lipped, eagle-eyed expression told the story.
As Dave drove out through the artist's colony of Briarwood, Debbie admired some of the unusual little homes.
"This is a cute little comer of the world," she commented, "I think I could enjoy living here-"
"You'd love it if we can find you the right place," Dave said, pulling off the highway at a small realty shop.
The realty agent looked over his listings and came upon one place he thought they'd be interested in.
"There's a little house I have in mind that the two of you might like," he smiled.
"We're not together," Dave explained, "It's for Debbie and Prince-"
"Prince? A dog?" the realtor asked.
"Yes, a beautiful dog-and so well trained. Prince wouldn't ruin anything."
"I guess it will be alright," the realtor hedged, "they didn't say I couldn't rent to someone with a dog."
Following the realtor, they came to a remote hillside house. It offered a view of the valley floor below and it had rustic charm.
"I can see this place needs a little fixing up," Debbie said, glancing about at some peeling paint on the walls, and the kitchen floor which was badly in need of a good, thorough scrubbing.
"That's why this place is such a bargain. Only a hundred and fifty dollars a month," the realtor exclaimed, "you fix it up and save all that money-how does that grab you?"
"Groovy," Debbie declared, "when can I move in?"
"Well, as soon as you want to-the lights turn on outside the house-you could move in tonight-providing you have first and last month and a security cleaning deposit."
"Couldn't you skip the cleaning deposit?" Dave suggested, "it doesn't look like the place is very clean to me-"
"Yes, yes, I guess we can," the realtor replied, "let's go back to my office and fill out the papers."
They locked up the house, and got in their cars and drove back down the winding hillside road to the realtor's office. He pulled out a sheaf of papers and began writing down figures.
"Here you are-your copy and mine," he smiled when he'd finished.
Debbie read the lease and then proceeded to sign it. Dave stopped her. "You should let me read it too-"
"Alright," she agreed and handed it to him. He read it quickly, nodded and handed it back for her to sign.
"Looks okay to me," he agreed. Debbie put her signature on both leases, and then proceeded to make out a check for the first and last month's rent. At that time, she handed the check to him and he gave her the keys.
"Thank you," she smiled, and the realtor thanked her. "I hope you'll enjoy your new home," he added.
"I'm sure we will," she smiled.
The two of them shook hands and then Dave and Debbie went back to the car. Prince was sitting in the back seat, and looked up at her expectantly.
"Don't you worry, Prince," she told the dog. "You are going to have a good home and nobody is going to throw you out."
Reaching into the back seat, she began stroking his head. The dog responded and licked her hand in a slobbery show of appreciation.
"Maybe we could move my things tonight," Debbie suggested, "I really don't have that much stuff-my pad is furnished-so I'll have to buy a bed, a stove, a refrigerator and later a sofa and some chairs."
"I'll help you," Dave smiled warmly.
"Oh, thank you, you're a real friend."
"I try," he smiled.
After they'd driven a few minutes with some-soft music playing, Dave said, "Saturday night Jerry is throwing a little party at his place and he wanted me to invite Prince and you."
"You mean an orgy, don't you?"
"If you must be blunt-yes, an orgy."
"Of course, I suppose I must start paying the price for the "gift" of Prince, and fuck the dog before all of his lovely guests-am I right?"
"You must have ESP," Dave laughed.
"No, it's not ESP," Debbie said coldly, "everybody gets his pound of flesh-sooner or later."
"The world is one big meat market," Debbie said tightly. "Everybody's for sale. Some people ask more money-some want less. But, it's a meat market all the same."
"You're a prize piece of ass in that meat market," David winked.
"Maybe I am," Debbie said quietly, "or maybe I'm just a mixed-up kid from back east who wants to live a little-"
"Well, Saturday night is your chance," Dave insisted.
"We shall see," she said sullenly, wondering for a moment if she really wanted to go through with it. She looked back at Prince. The warmth and understanding that shone from his beautiful eyes softened her up.
"One thing I can count on," she said after a moment, "is Prince-he is loyal."
"But he wants to fuck you too-just like all the men you meet."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Debbie laughed, "Prince is a real stud."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first night in Debbie's new home was miserable. She bought a hotplate at a comer drugstore in the village below Briarwood, but there was no refrigerator. The plastic pillows she used to sleep on gave her a backache. The next day she decided she'd have to go shopping for the essentials. She really appreciated the money she had saved. It provided her with enough ready cash to make small down payments on a refrigerator, stove, bed and a couple of chairs the next day. That night when she came to her small, but cozy home she looked about. She needed everything, including curtains, new paint, and lots of elbow grease to make the windows shine, and the floor's surfaces glow from scrubbing and fresh wax. But all this would take time and money. When the phone came in, she called up Dave.
"How's everything?" he asked eagerly. "I mean-how do you like being on your own in your own place?"
"Oh, I love it," she assured him, "but I'm going to need a lot of money-I really am-"
"I know," he told her quickly. "You'll be getting all the money you need working for Jerry. He has some great ideas about doing little exhibitions in homes."
"With Prince?"
"Well, yes," Dave admitted, adding, "but you like Prince anyway-so you're getting paid for doing something you enjoy."
"Well, when you put it that way I guess I am kind of lucky," she admitted.
"Now, Saturday night, I'll pick you up," Dave told her, "be ready around eight or eight thirty at night and we'll take Prince along with us-of course."
"Of course!"
Saturday night came. Debbie felt a bit embarrassed about her new quarters. The bed had come, but the refrigerator and stove still hadn't. She had to keep milk and other items she'd normally place in a refrigerator on a shelf.
No curtains were up at the windows and the floors were bare, but she had managed to scrub them till they shone. At least she could get it clean. Yet, the walls cried out for a good paint job, and with no television or radio, she felt out of touch with everything.
"You're making good progress," Dave congratulated her when he dropped by on Saturday night to take her to Jerry's party.
"It takes time-but the floors are clean and so are the windows. I can't stand dirt!"
The two of them headed for Jerry's convertible. He had the top down and Prince bounded into the back seat and sat up as if he was the master, and Dave was the chauffeur.
"He loves to go in the car," Debbie laughed, as she turned to look back at Prince.
As they drove down the hillside road, the lights in the windows of the homes in the canyon were on. Families were clustered around their television sets, and for a moment Debbie felt a twinge. She wished she could have the normal life. Look in any window, she reasoned, and people don't live like I do. But, when Dave's eye caught her expression, she smiled. She'd made her decision to make it the easy way. It looked like the hardest way in the world now and then, but it did have its rewards.
"A penny for your thoughts," Dave smiled. "They're not worth a bloody cent," she laughed. As the music played in the night air, as the convertible rushed out to Jerry's house, she asked him quite frankly, "What is expected of me, tonight?"
"Just a little show," he added, "don't worry about it-we'll tell you when we get to Jerry's pad-okay?"
He reached over and patted her pussy with an eager hand. "You're hot tonight, aren't you?"
"Isn't everybody on Saturday night?" he winked.
When they got to Jerry's driveway, Debbie noticed the cluster of cars.
"Oh, Wow! Who all is here?"
"Just a few people," Dave assured her quickly.
Dave parked the car, and Debbie put a leash on Prince and followed him into the house.
"We'll go up to the dressing room first and you can strip up there," Dave told her. Up a back hallway and into the large bedroom overlooking the pool, Debbie soon noticed everybody in the pool was in the nude.
"Oh, what a lovely party," she smiled. She quickly stripped, and then Dave pulled the curtains overlooking the patio-pool area. He came over to the bed and lay down beside Debbie.
"Why are you shaking?"
"I don't know," she replied, her lower lip quivering nervously.
"You're afraid," Dave said softly. Rising, he walked over to the bar and poured her a double-shot of bourbon, added seven up and brought it back to her.
"Here, this'll help you," he insisted.
Debbie took the drink, gulping it down much too quickly.
"Slow down, honey-"
When she'd finished the drink, she felt high.
Reaching for Dave she wrapped her arms around his naked body, letting her hands sweep down to the swell of his buttocks.
"I want you to fuck me first-before anybody-"
"Sure, baby," Dave smiled, reaching down to guide his rigid penis into her eager, moist mound.
As he slid it in her slit, her cunt muscles gripped it. She held on tightly, and as he thrust himself inside her tight pussy, she massaged his buttocks.
"That feels beautiful," he smiled at her, "shove a finger up my asshole now-I like to feel a finger sliding in and out of my butt when I'm fucking!"
With one hand, she parted his ass-cheek, and with the other she shoved one finger up his tight anal opening. His thrusts increased in tempo.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her quickly. "Yes, yes-I like that-fuck-fuck-fuck it!"
With hard, driving thrusts, he rammed his dick inside her and she kept her finger gliding up his tight asshole. Pressing his chest hard against her breasts, he told her, "Baby, twist your tits while I give it to you-that's it-brush my chest with your tits!"
Debbie brushed her breasts back and forth, and the hairy chest of Dave excited them both.
"Oh, I like the feel of your hair against my titties," she panted, as she pushed her pelvis up to meet his cockthrust.
"Fuck it, bitch, fuck," he gapped.
She loved to hear him say fuck. The words excited her imagination, and she gripped his buttocks tighter, and shoved her finger up his asshole faster.
"I want it all," she begged, "shove it up there-give me your balls baby-fuck me."
Now, Dave was turning on. The dog stood by the bed and watched. A look of excitement seemed to flash from his eyes as he watched the two of them threshing to a hot climax.
"Fuck it," he gasped, as he neared climax. Then, she shoved back, and he shot his gun off.
"Ahhhh, owwweeee!" he moaned in delight as he rammed it in to the hilt.
At that very moment, Debbie gushed. Their moment of climax was right-on target.
As he continued pumping, Debbie gripped his tool and squeezed the prick-juice out of it.
Slipping her finger out of his quivering asshole, she playfully slapped his buttocks.
"You're making a bad girl out of me," she smiled.
"No, I'm making a good girl out of you," Dave insisted, "you get better every time I fuck you!"
"I'll take that as a compliment," she laughed, as he slid off her and got up.
"Fix me another drink," she demanded, "I could use one."
"Sure, baby, anything-you'll need one before you finish our little party tonight."
"I bet I will," she grinned in agreement. When Dave returned with the drink, she sipped it slowly.
"I guess you've got me hooked alright, I dig Prince, I'm wild about screwing-but I wonder where I'll wind up. When a chick who grooves gets older, don't they put her on a shelf and forget her-and then she's poor and down and out-"
"You're not going to be poor. You'll make contacts tonight that will net you plenty of opportunities to make money-"
"The main thing is you've got to be uninhibited-not afraid to try anything new-get them stimulated."
"Alright," she smiled.
Just then Jerry walked in. He had a rhinestone leash, and a couple of diamond-shaped rhinestone pasties and a small double rhinestone leaf which Debbie instantly recognized fitted over her pussy and her anal opening.
Debbie put the rhinestone pasties on her breasts and slipped the double-rhinestone patches in place. Then, she fastened Prince to the rhinestone leash.
"Look at yourself in the mirror," Jerry insisted, "you look sensational-you really do!"
Sure enough, the rich, firm nipples with their rhinestone pasties looked most inviting. But what was especially exciting was the fringe of auburn-brown pubic hair that showed just above her rhinestone leaf over her vaginal opening.
"They're waiting for you," Jerry smiled.
Debbie hesitated for a moment.
"Something wrong?" Jerry asked, a strange look forming on his face.
"She wants another drink-isn't that it?" Dave asked quickly stepping over to the bar.
Allowing a small smile to come to her full, rosy-red lips, she threw her head around and smiled, "Sure-another drink and I'll be feeling just great-"
Jerry looked at her curiously.
"Enjoy yourself tonight," Dave advised her, tapping her playfully on her firm, round buttocks.
Debbie walked over to the door, opened it and headed down the stairs with Prince following obediently behind her. She walked through the next bedroom and then down another staircase to the sunken living room.
The lights were down low and the room was full of naked men. Panic seized her.
"Am I going to fuck them all?" she turned to ask Dave who was following close behind.
"Later, baby-now you turn them on with your dog fuck act. Remember, this is a sex circus."
Psychedelic music was playing and psychedelic lights were flashing off and on in the center of the room where a mattress had been placed.
"Over there?" Debbie asked Dave.
"Right-and just go into the fuck-"
Wishing she had another drink, Debbie stepped boldly forward. Once she was on the mattress and the lights played upon her naked body, the eyes of all the men strained to get a good look at her.
"What a screw!" one fat man at a nearby position breathed huskily. Debbie spread out on the bed, and Prince knew what to do. She tore off first one rhinestone pasty and then the other. Next, she removed the rhinestone fig-leaf which covered her cunt on one side, her anus on the other. Then, she looked up at Prince, who was getting himself in place. Reaching out she gripped the dog's tool in her hand. The dog got excited, and rammed it forward. She pushed her pelvis up and the dog's cock connected with her cunt.
At this strategic moment the dog's hard driving cockthrusts brought a hefty round of applause. The wild, psychedelic music, the flashing lights all added to the excitement of the evening.
"Fuck me," Debbie cried out. In an effort to prove to her promoters, she'd lost all her inhibitions, she reached up and gripped the dog's furry back as he gave her his penis in hard, driving thrusts.
"Give it to me, Prince," she gasped, "that's it-give give-give, baby, ohhhh, ahhhhh!"
"Watch that fucker go," one bystander called out.
"She's a good dog-fucker," another person commented, as Debbie and the dog screwed up a storm.
The men were getting hard now. As they held on their tremendous tools, they began stroking them. But, they stroked slowly, obviously not anxious to get their rocks off.
"Ohhh, I love it, I love it," Debbie shrieked above the music, as Prince built to a steady climax.
"Now-now-give it to me-give it to me," she gasped. The hot sperm flooded her cunt as the dog shot his load.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhhh, oweeeee," she moaned, writhing this way and that, throwing her head from side to side. It was obvious the dog had had himself a wild ride in her cunt, and it was equally obvious Debbie had become delirious with the excitement of putting on a performance fucking the dog with an audience.
Prince pulled his tool out of her hole, and she got up. The men got to their feet and applauded. Debbie took a bow. She figured that was the normal thing to do under such circumstances. But, yet, she felt embarrassed about it all.
She put the dog back on its leash, and gathered up the rhinestone pasties in her hand, and the fig leaves in her other hand, and wove her way through the crowded room, back to the stairs that led to the room upstairs.
When she got back up to the bedroom, she discovered she was alone. She couldn't help but wonder why Jerry or David wasn't there to tell her how she did.
"You put on a great show," she heard a voice call out. Wheeling around quickly, she saw Dave walk in stark-naked with his penis sticking out.
"I'm glad you liked it," she laughed. "I guess we did put on a good show alright-they sure seemed to like it."
"And you're going to like the next act too," Jerry said, walking in a moment later, his penis also standing straight up.
"What's that?"
"The cocksucking circle," Dave beamed, "you've heard of that before, haven't you?"
"No-no, I haven't!"
"Well, you're in for a wonderful time tonight," Jerry said reassuringly.
"Sure-all the men come here to watch one woman blow them. Reminds me of the war when a whore used to suck their dicks off while they stood in line. All the excitement of seeing each guy get his gun off triggers them."
"Well, isn't that nice?" Debbie said with a trace of heavy sarcasm.
"I thought you'd find twenty cocks are more exciting than one!"
"Jerry, did it ever occur to you that you might discuss some of this orgy action with me in advance?"
"No," Jerry smiled innocently.
"Well, from here on-I want the whole story-I want to know what is expected of me-I do hope I'm not asking too much!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two drinks later, Debbie was ready to go on with the sex circus. Again, she wore the rhinestone breast pasties, and the double leaf which scantily covered her behind and her vaginal opening. Prince was on the leash once more. The men had gathered around the mattress this time in a circle. Now, it was up to her to put on a performance first with Prince. When she'd finished giving him a blow-job, she'd move on to the men's pricks which were encircling the mattress and suck them all off. She knew she was really going to have to earn her money to satisfy all those horny studs. But, business was business, and sex was her specialty.
"Come on, Prince," she smiled, after she'd peeled off the glistening leaf, and let the thatch of auburn-red hair that covered her moist triangle tease the men who watched her closely.
She gripped Prince's penis. Holding it tightly in her hand, she began using her mouth on the dog's male member. The men were fascinated by the spectacle and watched eagerly.
"Jiggle his nuts," one man suggested, "that'll add to Prince's good time."
She put her other hand up and gripped Prince's ball sack. Massaging his balls gently did seem to excite him as he thrust his tool in faster, when the added thrills excited him some more.
"Suck the dog's prick," one drunken man slurred, "how does a dog's cock taste, honey?"
Debbie's cheeks sucked in, as she tried to get the dog to come. The quicker she could get his penis to unload, she figured, the faster this entire nightmare would end.
"She likes dog meat," one man chuckled.
Now, Debbie didn't care what they said. She closed her eyes, raised her head as her auburn brown hair fell down on the mattress which had been covered with an orange bedspread. The sexy psychedelic music was building, and the lights went on flashing as she sucked on the dog's penis.
"Give her your juice, dog," one man laughed, "so I can get my cock sucked-don't keep me waiting."
And then Prince shot his load. Eagerly, she sucked on his tool, gulping it all down quickly.
"Ahhh, ohhhh, eat it up-eat that dog juice," one character chuckled as he bent in close to watch.
Debbie ate the dog's juice and then realized, it wasn't the end-it was only the beginning for her.
Prince seemed quite content. He curled up and put his head down and closed his eyes as if he was going to take a nap. This made a ripple of laughter go through the circle of naked men who sat there-horny, hot and ready to have a new girl use her mouth to bring them to a hot climax.
"Here-begin over here," a husky, athletic blonde young man called out, waving his penis before her.
Debbie looked his direction. Her eyes focused on his thick, pulsating penis. She moved over to him and took his joint in her hand.
"Go down on me," the man panted excitedly. Debbie's mouth slid down on the man's dong, and all eyes strained to watch.
"Ohhh, that's good. Suck it slow, honey-that feels great."
Debbie had developed some expertise in sucking cock. She kept just the head of it in her mouth, and slowly sucked. As the pace built, the pleasure did too. They husky, young man reached out and held her over his dong.
"Go way down on it-finger the balls," he demanded. Debbie's mouth slid all the way down over his penis. She massaged his balls as she sucked away on his tool.
"Suck-suck-suck me," he demanded roughly.
She opened her eyes and enjoyed the sight of his blonde, curly pubic hair. She enjoyed looking at the thick, pulsating flesh as her mouth traveled up and down its saliva-slickened surface.
"She gives great head," the blond, young man panted, as she sucked faster. Back and forth her head bobbed on his rod. He ran his fingers through her hair as he neared climax.
"Suck on it," he demanded, "suck me off." He really didn't have to tell her for Debbie was so turned-on with wild sex at this point she'd do anything. All of a sudden, he increased his tempo and rammed it down her throat. She nearly gagged on it. He slowed down a moment.
"Yes-yes-I'm almost there-suck-suck it off," he cried aloud, as the cum spurted down her throat. When she slipped her mouth off his dong, he said, "Baby, we've got to make it again-I'll give you my phone number before I split this scene."
Another man cried out, "Over here, honey-" She looked in the direction the voice came from and saw a big, black man. He was holding his huge black penis out for her. She went over to him and smiled up at him.
"How long is that thing?"
"Nine and a half solid inches of black prick, baby-and these black balls are loaded."
"That's good," she laughed, "I have a thing for sperm-I love it!"
"Beautiful, baby," he chuckled, "I've got a thing about getting licked all over-how about sucking on my balls first?"
Debbie bent over, and slowly sucked first one ball into her mouth and then the other.
As she did this, the black man pumped on his penis.
"Ohhh, that feels good," he panted. "Keep sucking on my black balls, baby."
Debbie was turning-on. Even the smell of his sweaty loins was exciting her.
"Suck on it," he said at last. She reached out and gripped his cock and started sucking. The black man reached out and held her over his cock.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful-keep sucking like you're doing. Yes-yes-I like that."
Debbie decided to really give him some added thrills. One hand played with his balls while she slid one finger of her other hand up his quivering, black anus.
"I like that-I like it," he cried out. Debbie got his message and her mouth moved swiftly up and down his huge tool. She eagerly waited for his cock to explode in her mouth so she could taste him She wondered what a black man would taste like. Would it be any different from sucking on a white penis?
"Ohhh, ahhhh, oooooweeee!" the black man cried as she let the head of his huge penis slip out of her mouth and the lower lip drag on the underside of his penis. This sucking sensation made his spine tingle with sexual ecstasy.
"Suck me--suck me," he begged. "Yes-yes-suck it all-ohh, baby, those black balls are loaded-just for you!!! "
This message excited her to suck on his black joint with greater speed. Her mouth traveled eagerly up and down, up and down his rod.
"Now-now," he cried as her finger slid faster, faster in and out of his tight asshole.
His both hands held her down as his penis exploded. She wanted to taste him so much, she'd moved her mouth up into position so he'd shoot his sperm-load in her mouth and not down her throat, which would deprive her of the opportunity to savor his cock-juice.
"Suck me-suck me, cocksucker, suck it," he cried as he came. She sucked the juice out, savoring every taste of him. The black man was going out of his gourd as he realized he had a woman blowing his joint, who enjoyed eating his cum, all as much as he thrilled to shooting it into her mouth. The two of them vibrated in a sexual frenzy that all the other men got turned-on watching.
"Eat me-eat my prick-juice," he gasped, unloading still more hot, creamy sperm into her eager mouth.
She swallowed it slowly, and then slid off slowly. The men applauded her performance. Apparently, she was making the sex circus a personal triumph.
Now, the fat man waved his dong before her. She didn't particularly care to blow him. He looked so ugly with the fat bulging in his belly, and layers hanging under his chin. But the prick was hard, and he wanted somebody to suck it for him. That was her job! All men couldn't be appealing, yet they wanted to have their cocks sucked just as bad as the good-looking men she reasoned.
Grasping his mainstem she bent over his pulsating tool. "Go ahead, sweetheart and suck on it," he said gruffly. Something about the tone of his voice upset her, and she let her teeth bare down on his penis.
"Hey, honey-don't bite it off-"
This brought a round of laughter from the men around the sucking circle.
Quickly, she let her teeth release the penis head. Then, she sucked hard on it, bringing a steady rhythm of suction to her efforts.
This quickly got the fat man going. "Play with the balls, baby," he insisted-"Yes-yess!"
Massaging his heavy balls, she continued letting her mouth slide up and down his penis. Using her tongue to twirl around the head of it, she was bringing him close to climax.
"Ahhh, ohhhh, that's it-can't take much more of that," he gasped, "Ahhh, uuuuu, ohhhhweeee!"
His thick, pulsating penis spurted its juices in her mouth and she sucked it in, as she held his ball sack in her hand tightly.
"Yes-ohhh, yesss, suck it all out!"
Up and down her head glided as she continued sucking on his mainstem.
The line seemed as if it would never end. A Mexican man with a Spanish accent was next.
"Senorita," he smiled, "I have something for you-"
Pointing his penis her direction, he smiled broadly, his eyes flashing with desire for her to put his penis in her mouth to satisfy his strange lusts.
He was a hairy man, and the thick, curly black hair around his penis attracted her. Letting her tongue lick along his hair, she licked the underside of his penis, capping it with her mouth.
All this variation excited the imagination of the dark-skinned Mexican.
"Lick me all around there," he begged her. Debbie obeyed. Letting his long, hard penis slip out of her mouth, she licked at his balls, and then he begged, "Suck on them."
Carefully she sucked each ball into her mouth and held it for a moment. Then, she started to lick the underside of his dong again, when he leaned back, parting his buttocks cheeks with his hands.
"Honey, eat my ass out," he begged.
She let her tongue slide down his slippery penis, beneath his weighty balls, and licked all around the anal opening which he was spreading open for him.
"Ahhh, ohhh, I like that, I like that," he moaned ecstatically.
Her tongue kept lapping away until he begged her, "Stiffen your tongue baby, and tongue-fuck my asshole."
Stiffening her tongue, she jabbed it up there. His quivering asshole told her just how much he was enjoying the pleasure.
"Now, jerk me," he insisted, "This is my game baby, Rim and Jerk. While you rim me with your tongue, jerk my prick with your hand."
It was obvious to Debbie now, each man was excited by his own hang-ups when it came to getting his rocks off. It was her job to tune-in and vibrate to these various methods of obtaining satisfaction.
"Faster, baby, faster," he demanded as she began pumping his penis vigorously.
By timing her tongue thrust to her hand movements she was producing a series of double sensations that excited him no end.
"Doesn't my ass taste good," he gasped excitedly as he watched her face buried in his butt, her tongue slipping swiftly in and out of his tight anal opening.
Her beautiful auburn brown hair, her fair skin, her youthful, innocent face all made the sex orgy so much more exciting for the men. Her hand pumped in strong, hard movements as she kept it up.
"Don't stop now, sweetheart," he panted, "keep that up baby-yes-yes-keep it up!"
Debbie decided the trick of this sex game was to let the tongue build his passion to a shattering climax. Then, at that point she would pull her tongue out of his anus, and aim his penis head for her mouth.
From the way he was gasping, and pushing up, she could tell he was almost ready to shoot. Quickly, she moved from his anus, to his penis. Stuffing the peter head into her mouth, she sucked smoothly.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, yes-yes-suck it-suck it off," he gasped, and he flooded her mouth with his thick, hot cum.
Her super fuck performance brought another round of applause. The line of penises seemed as if they would never end. Each man had his own variation of the act and it was vital to follow his instructions.
No doubt about it she thought as her mouth slipped onto the next dick in front of her, this has to be the roughest way in the world to travel the sex circuit. Orgy-action demands total sex, and with everybody. But how else could she find out but to be caught in the trap.
"That's a good girl," the man whose penis she was devouring whispered sexily, as he slid his dick down her throat.
"Give me a good throat-fuck, honey," he insisted.
She took it like a sword swallower and he went on thrusting.
"Very good cocksucker," he commented to the man next to him.
"Yes, she is," the man replied his eyes focused on her head bobbing up and down on his rod. Some of the men were jacking-off as they watched, getting so turned-on they couldn't restrain themselves.
"Suck that cock-suck it off-eat my dirty prick-eat it," he cried as he shoved his nine inches of solid penis down her throat. Then, he got so carried away he wanted to change positions.
"Why don't we turn-over so I can be on top and get a better thrust," he suggested.
She hung on his buttocks while he flipped over so he could be on top. Then, he thrust it to her.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh, uhhhhhh," he gasped as she let him slide his penis farther down her throat.
"Look at that mouth girl go," one man commented as he pulled on his penis. "Oh, Wow! She's really sucking!"
The girl's mouth was accepting every inch of the thick penis, and as he rammed it down her throat, she got an awful gagging sensation.
But this only served to stimulate the man.
Watching Debbie gagging added great pleasure to his action.
"Look at that girl go," he panted, as he pushed it to her. "You're going to get a good load, honey-hang-on!" With a couple hard thrusts, he brought himself to orgasm. The sticky, hot, sperm shot out of his penis-head and down her throat. Debbie gulped, unable to taste it as it shot so swiftly.
The man held her down, enjoying the sight of her pinned under his thighs, and eating his prick-juice.
CHAPTER NINE
When she had finished sucking off all the cocks assembled for the orgy action, she got up and walked away. The men were being diverted now by young, Japanese waiters who were walking into the living room with trays of food and drink. As Debbie wove through the crowd, she thought it seemed like Babylon transplanted. The drinking, the sex orgy, the food, and all those naked men.
Once she was in her room, Prince bounded over to her. She hugged the dog, and as his tongue whipped out to lick her face, she breathed, "Oh, baby-I love you-I love you, you slobbery baby."
Dave walked in a moment later.
"What a performance," he smiled, "they really dug you, baby-now why don't you just relax-maybe a little massage would help you."
"Why?" Debbie demanded, her eyes flashing fire, "haven't they had enough?"
"Well, after you've had something to eat and a little rest we thought you might enjoy-"
"At this point-I just want to go to sleep and forget everything-"
Jerry came in a moment later with a Japanese boy behind him. The young boy was wearing only a simple loin cloth and the heavy tray he carried seemed almost too much for his arms.
"Put it down over here," Jerry told him, pointing to a cart in the comer. Once he had done this, Jerry dismissed him and pushed the cart over to the bed.
"We thought we'd join you," Dave smiled, "We can all enjoy good food together-"
"I'm bushed-I don't even know if I'm hungry," she complained.
"Let me give you a good rubdown then," Dave suggested.
"I could use one," she admitted.
Dave found some baby oil in the bathroom and brought it back to the bedroom. Pouring some on Debbie's back, he proceeded to rub.
"Ohhh, that feels good," she sighed, as his hands worked up and down the nerve centers in her spine. As Dave worked on her body, he couldn't help admire its smooth, supple beauty. He massaged her firm, round buttocks, and she enjoyed this.
"Ohhh, I like the way you rub me," she moaned.
"Maybe when you finish, Dave-Debbie ought to sleep awhile."
Once her body was able to relax, Debbie indeed felt like some rest. She tell asleep, and Dave whispered, "I guess you're right-we'll come back later."
The two men left her alone, and she slept. About an hour later, they returned. Walking over to the bed, Dave sat down beside her.
Stroking her smooth back gently, he let his hands wander over the smooth round, buttocks. "How do you feel now, baby?"
"Better," she said drowsily.
"Maybe you'd like something to eat-"
"Alright," she replied quietly, stirring just a bit as the tingling sensations Dave was producing on her inner thigh excited her.
"You'll like your dinner," Jerry assured her, "we've got some wonderful turkey and there's some special champagne."
Taking the champagne bottle out of a silver ice bucket, he poured some into her glass. It's bubbly contents caught the corner of her eye as she glanced toward the tray table near her bed.
"I could stand something to drink," she said, straightening up a moment. Jerry dramatically handed it to her, and she almost let it spill as she was still half-awake.
"Thank you," she said softly, and raised the glass to her lips. After a few sips, she glanced over at the attractively prepared food.
She put some turkey on her plate and helped herself to the small green salad in the silver salad bowl.
"You do everything up in style, don't you?" she commented, wiping her mouth with the white linen napkin.
"Our little parties provide a lot of entertainment," Jerry said proudly. "And of course it brings in a little money-"
"I hope I get a good cut," Debbie said tightly. "God knows I've earned my share of it."
"Well, whenever you're ready we've got some good acts for you," Dave reminded her.
"I can just imagine," Debbie said grimly. "With the dog this time?"
"Yes," Dave said, as she got up from eating the food put before her.
"What now?"
"Well, the dog gets the first crack at your asshole," Jerry said bluntly.
Glancing at Prince, she shook her head. "I could never get that huge thing up my behind," Slapping her own buttocks, she said, "how big do you think this is?"
"We can help you," Jerry explained, "You will have to get down on all fours. Then, Prince will get in place behind you. He'll mount you and Dave will help guide him in. This is the prelude to our ass-fuck."
"I-I don't know if I'll go through with it," Debbie said sullenly. "It's disgusting-I won't." Dave walked over to her, and with a tinge of menace in his voice asked her huskily, "what do you mean you won't?"
"I-I just don't know if I should or not-it'll be awful taking on that crew of horny studs."
"It doesn't have to be awful," Dave insisted, "you can do it-it happens to be a routine the men dig."
"They're a bunch of drunken pigs," she protested.
"Close that door," Dave advised Jerry, "we don't want anyone downstairs to hear us arguing."
Quickly, Jerry shut the door.
"Baby," he smiled, "we have introduced you to a new way of life. True, high society sometimes exhibits strange ways of enjoying themselves, but that's because they can afford orgies like this. You've got to go along with us now-all the men are wild about you."
"How do you know?"
"You should hear them talking," Jerry said quickly seizing anything he could think of to encourage her to go on with the dog act.
"Yes, why I've heard some of them talking about having you come to their houses and that's easy money-"
"Easy money-yes-you just have to fuck with them, or perhaps join with their wives. Now, and then a lesbian wife wants to make out with a woman-so the husband decides to make it a threesome."
"If I can get through it tonight, alright-but no more of these big orgy shindigs," Debbie insisted, "understand?"
"Of course we understand," Dave smiled, feeling a wave of relief surge through him.
"Now why don't you put on a little make-up and comb your hair," Jerry suggested, "You want to look your very best for the boys downstairs, don't you?"
"Yes," she replied, "Yes, I do."
He'd reached her king-size ego, and the rest was easy. Debbie went to the bathroom and took out a comb from her purse and began combing her hair.
She applied some lipstick and some make-up. Then, she glanced down at her breasts, and stroked herself down to the sweep of her hips.
"Not bad," she told herself, and turned around to walk downstairs. "But, I must have a good belt before I go through with it-okay?" Dave had a double-shot ready and handed it to her.
"Thank you, lover," she smiled. The drink was having its effect. But one called for another. "How about mixing me another one?"
The second drink went down just as quick, but it did the trick. Now, Debbie was ready. She put on the rhinestone pasties, and fig leaves. Then, she put the dog on her leash, and Prince followed close behind her as she stepped down the steps to the sunken living room where the orgy action was momentarily suspended. But, when she walked in she could see the men were not without entertainment. A screen at one side of the room was showing dirty movies.
"We'll have to wait until this reel is finished," Jerry whispered, "you can sit down right here."
Debbie found a chair and leaned back to watch the movies. It was an unusual film to say the least. A husky, black man was on a bed with white sheets. And one woman was down at his buttocks, licking his asshole, while the second woman was going down on his huge, black penis.
A redhead was straddling his face, lowering her cunt to where it was even with his mouth. The camera was going from one sex act to the other.
Now, the redhead was in close-up. Her fiery, red thatch was shoved right up to the black man's mouth. His tongue flicked out and he gripped the smooth white skin of the redhead's buttocks as he went to town on her.
Rolling her head from side to side, the redhead cried out, "Eat my pussy, lover-eat it-eat it up."
The men howled with laughter as they watched this wild sex display.
The camera zoomed down to watch the girl who was eating his ass out. The blonde's face was buried in his black buttocks. Her hands pulled his ass-cheeks apart, her tongue flicked up there. Meanwhile, a partial view of the brunette chick who was sucking on his mainstem was visible. Then, the camera moved in to catch her cocksucking performance. It followed her head as it moved up and down his joint.
"Look at that girl go," one man continued as he watched the screen closely, enjoying every bit of the movie.
"He's got a good time for himself," Dave chuckled as he watched the action on the screen.
The three of them in an overhead shot was something else. His black hands pulling at the buttocks of the redhead as he ate her cunt out. The two girls giving him his thrills at his genitals. Apparently, there was something about having every part of the body licked that turned men on all the way, Debbie concluded as she looked at the movie.
Then, the sex partners changed positions. The redhead pulled off the black man she was straddling, and the girl eating his penis pulled off, and the one at his asshole got away.
Getting up on all fours, the girl who had been on his penis switched positions with the one eating his ass out. Now, the redhead, was lying back with her legs spread and he was grasping her buttocks in his hand as he buried his face in her pussy.
The third girl was beneath him and with one hand pulling his penis into her mouth.
The wild new sex positions got the men so stimulated they applauded.
"Look at that tiger go," one man chuckled. Sure enough, as the big black stud let his knees dig into the bed, one girl was giving his cock a wild suck, the other thrusting her tongue way up his asshole, as she held his black ass-cheeks apart. He was enjoying himself, letting his tongue flip in and out of her hot hole.
"Suck my cunt, suck it,-" the girl was crying out, with drums beating in the background. Once again, the camera zoomed in on his thick, black penis being sucked by the blonde. Her mouth seemed to curl around his cock and form a suction-cup effect. The girl at his behind let her slippery tongue slide all around his asshole, and then when she stiffened her tongue the camera caught this-just as her tongue stabbed his asshole. A round of applause greeted her efforts.
When he finally unloaded, the camera caught the girl sucking his juices into her mouth. It was a remarkable sight to see that black penis unloading and her response. Apparently, the girl really liked it because she closed her eyes, and moaned as if in sexual ecstasy.
Apparently, his orgasm acted as a catalyst to the redhead who gushed. The camera showed his mouth pressed tightly on her snatch, as she sucked her juices in. Now, there was general applause as the end flashed on the screen.
The lights were still kept low, allowing time for them to take the screen down, move the projector and get ready for Debbie to do her thing with the dog.
"Don't worry, baby-you can top that," Jerry smiled down at her.
"You'll have to help me with Prince," she insisted, "I'll never be able to get him going without a little assist-"
"We're with you all the way," Dave smiled reassuringly.
"All the way up my asshole," she laughed, glancing down at Prince.
It didn't take long before everything at the center of the room was cleared away and it was time for her to begin. She didn't look forward to this at all, and Dave detected she could use another drink.
"Don't go on until I bring you something to calm you down," he insisted.
"Does it show," she asked, nervously raising her shaking hands.
"All over," Jerry admitted. Dave disappeared but returned a moment later with the drink in his hand.
"Take this too," he told her, handing her a couple of tranquilizers.
"What are they?"
"Simple tranquilizers," he smiled, "won't hurt you one bit-just help you relax."
Debbie put the pills into her mouth, put the glass to her mouth and drank.
CHAPTER TEN
Once the pills and booze took effect she felt up to the act.
"How do you feel?"
"I could fuck a bull," she laughed, getting high on the combination of booze and pills.
"We don't have one-" Jerry laughed.
"But we can arrange to get one next time," Dave assured her. Standing up, she took Prince on his leash and together they walked through the eagle-eyed men who were watching her every move.
When the four of them, Jerry, Dave, Debbie and the dog got to the mattress, David whispered, "Now, let's do it together-this will require some teamwork."
"I guess it will," she said reluctantly.
Then, she got on all fours and they took the leash off Prince. Now, Prince's training showed through. Instantly, he threw his paws on her back. The men laughed when they saw how swiftly the dog could go into action.
Next, Jerry rubbed some vaseline around her anal opening. Then, rubbed a little of the stuff of the dog's penis. Guiding the dog, Dave held her buttocks apart, allowing the dog easy entrance.
With one hard thrust, the dog managed to get his penis thrust inside her.
Turning to look at the audience as if asking for some acclaim, the audience immediately responded with a hefty round of applause.
"Ohhh, beautiful," Jerry smiled, as he watched Prince do his thing. "Fuck-fuck it-give her a good fuck-" The whole screwing episode so turned the audience of naked men on that they crowded around the mattress just to watch the dog thrust his penis into her tight anal opening.
"We're next," one of the men smiled as he watched Debbie turn around and laugh.
"Sure, baby, I'll take you on-but let the dog finish first-okay?"
"Okay," he nodded.
Prince slid his tool smoothly in and out of her anus, apparently well-versed in backdoor screwing.
"Faster-fuck me faster!" Debbie shrieked.
"Hey, Jerry-this is the wildest dame you got yet," the fat man glowed, his eyes ablaze with excitement.
"You better believe it," Jerry laughed, completely captivated by the wild screwing scene in front of him. Prince was happy too. He let his tongue hang out of the comer of his mouth, as he turned to watch the men who were watching him.
They applauded. This was too much the dog was almost human. Now, he built to his climax. With sudden, hard thrusts he rammed it forward.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck-it-off," he cried, and the animal shot his load in her anus. She wiggled, milking his penis dry. Then, the men were wild to ride her buttocks.
"I'm first-I'm first," the fat man cried, wobbling over to the mattress and kneeling behind her. His fleshy hot hand gripped her smooth buttocks. With a hard, fierce thrust he stabbed her.
"Ohhhh, you're killing me, damn you," she shrieked. But her cries of protest didn't produce any sympathy response. The men were delighted with her violent response and it only added to the excitement of the proceedings.
The fat man turned, bowing, winking and laughing. His hands gripped her buttocks and he kneaded them as he shoved his thick, pulsating penis up her tight anal area.
"I'm riding her-it's fucking bronco-yes, yes-shove it back to me," he panted. Mustering all the energy she had in her now tired, sore body, she pushed back. The fat man's thick penis jabbed her again and again.
To Debbie it seemed as if it would never cease. He was relentlessly thrusting up her rectum.
"Shoot your gun," she cried out, hoping this might stimulate him to get his rocks off.
"That's it, fuck her good peckerwood," Jerry laughed. The fat man winked, ramming his penis in up to the hilt. His balls bounced on her buttocks and he shot his gun off inside her.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh, yes-yes-" he moaned in delight, as she revolved her ass around his still thrusting, still shooting penis. At last he was finished, and sliding his dong out, slapped her on the behind.
"That's what I call a good piece of ass," he smiled. The husky, blonde, athletic young man was next in line.
"Got it all greased up good for me?" he asked the fat man.
"You won't have no trouble getting it in now," he smiled proudly.
How right he was. Now, that her anal opening was cum-slickened by" vaseline as well as the dog-cum, and the fat man's load, the blonde, young man had no difficulty whatsoever. He thrust it up there, and at last Debbie didn't mind it. He did it smoothly, and put a little feeling into his thrust instead of bull-power.
"You're real nice," he told her, "tight and slick!" She wiggled her ass in appreciation to his overall attitude. And the blonde young man bent over her body, reaching around to grasp her full, ripe breasts. Pinching their nipples gently he got her going.
"That feels fantastic," he whispered, "just keep grinding." The girl kept grinding alright because now that her anus was loosened she could enjoy it. The muscles there were loaded with erotic nerve endings, and when a man used his penis properly, she discovered it was a new high of sexual ecstasy to have it backdoor marathon style.
"Fuck it," the young man gasped at last as his gradual thrusts built him to a climax. "That's it-keep going! Fuck, fuck-fuck it off!"
She gripped it tightly, and he pinched her breasts in the moment of exciting climax. Then, he drove it in to the hilt, his balls bouncing on her smooth buttocks.
"Ohhhh, baby, fuck me, fuck me," he gasped, as her hot hole gripped his tool and squeezed his sperm out.
He let her milk him, and then he breathed softly, "Baby, you've got a real good ass-we ought to make it at my mountain cabin some weekend."
"Sure," she smiled, "I'd enjoy that-!"
Before she continued, Jerry noticed she was sweating and thought she should take a break.
"Why don't you have another drink?" Dave suggested, motioning for one of the loin-cloth clad Japanese boys to come over to him. As Jerry glanced down at the boy's hard penis pushing against the material, he asked him, "would you like to fuck her ass next?"
"I'd love that," he nodded, "I'll get that drink right away-what does she drink?"
"Double bourbon and seven," Debbie smiled, "and if you hurry you can diddle me while you fuck my asshole-how does that sound?"
"Super," the Japanese boy replied, his eyes coming to life, his penis starting to show out of the side of the tight loin cloth.
Hastily, he returned with the drink. Debbie took it, and then looked at the strong, young Japanese boy. He peeled out of his loin cloth quickly. Then, his huge penis with its knobby head popped into view. He got down behind her and slid his huge tool smoothly into her.
His fingers went to her snatch, and he began diddling her. She enjoyed the double sensation and told him so.
"Hey, that feels groovy," she turned and smiled up at the young Japanese boy who was humping her with hard, long thrusts of his virile, young penis.
The men applauded the action. It was indeed an exhibition worthy of applause.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck her," the men began chanting. As the room resounded with their loud chant, he felt his spine tingle with the excitement, his balls bristled, and his penis harden still more. Rapidly he thrust his rock-hard cock into her.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it off," he panted, and then his balls exploded in her asshole. The hot sperm splashed in spasms as his fingers worked on her clit, trying desperately to get her to gush when his penis shot off.
He succeeded for a moment later he shot his gun off. With enthusiastic cries, she let everyone know about it too.
"Ahhh, oh! Wow! I'm coming-I'm coming!" she gasped, and the juice gushed on the Japanese boy's hand. When Prince saw this, he hurried to the scent. His tongue whipped out and licked eagerly at her moist triangle and the boy's fingers. Everybody began laughing. Prince had stolen the show after all. The Japanese boy slowly slid his tool out of her hot hole, and the Negro man scratched his balls as he walked over to her.
"How about a licorice stick up there, honey?" he chuckled.
"I'm ready," she smiled. He knelt behind her, and then he got a new idea.
"Baby, why don't I lie on my back and let you slide up and down my penis?"
"Sure," she agreed. He flipped over and his huge, black penis brought a round of applause. Then, Debbie mounted him. She gripped the tool, and eased himself down on it.
"Fuck me," she begged when she had his penis up her anal opening. Then, he reached up and played with her breasts.
"How about that?" he grinned excitedly. "I can watch you while you fuck me-isn't this groovy?"
Debbie nodded, carefully watching his expressions as he experienced the erotic pleasure of thrusting his pulsating penis inside her hot anus.
"Let's build together," he smiled, "Fuck-fuck-fuck off!" She ground her hips around. His hands moved from her breasts to her hips as he gripped her.
He guided her as she slid up and down his penis.
"Grab it," he demanded. Her anal muscles grabbed the thrusting black penis, and a smile flashed across his face. He began sweating, and pumping faster, his body rising off the bed as he drove it into her.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Keep that backfield in motion-"
Her hips revolved around his penis, and the men marveled at the speed with which they both kept their bodies slapping against each other. The suction sound of his penis sliding in and out of her cum-slickened asshole added excitement.
"Now, to the right-yes-yess-hang on honey!" Now, he was thrusting like a piston. Everyone's eyes were focused on the connecting black penis and white asshole as he drove it to a shattering climax.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck off," he groaned in delight as his sperm-loaded shot high up her asshole. She wiggled in her show of appreciation, and they both were sweating now, and laughing.
"You're great," she told him, "honest, lover, you give a mean fuck."
"You're wild," he chuckled, "I like to fuck a wild woman. It takes a tight asshole to make me really groove. I can't stand those loose pussies-"
"But you'd love my pussy-it's tight too," she smiled confidently. "I'll have to prove it to you sometime-"
"Anytime, I'm ready," he laughed, as she slid up and off his thick, black pecker.
By the time she'd let every man shove his ramrod up her asshole she was so exhausted she thought she'd collapse. Jerry was watching carefully. He knew he had a real good thing going. The men were obviously turned on with her wild ability to enjoy group intercourse. More than that, they sensed she was a natural-born nympho. A woman who enjoyed sex; and the more she could get, the happier she would feel.
She got up at last and the men gave her a hefty round of applause. She smiled, "Thank you, fellows-and don't forget Prince. He's a real fucking artist too!"
Putting the leash on Prince she pulled him through the crowded room. The men took her cue and gave Prince his due too. Dave followed her up to the bedroom.
She walked over to the king-size bed and spread out. "I'm beat-I'm really beat," she said softly.
"You did a good job of entertaining the boys tonight," Dave said, contemplating all the money he was raking in on the orgy action.
"But I can't go through another night like this," she said quickly.
"You won't have to," he told her, "You've scored tonight, and a lot of the men who had you tonight will want you on a recall basis.
"A what?"
"This is your introduction. Like I was telling you earlier-we introduce available talent to the men in this way. It gets them hot to have you. We wouldn't think of using the same girl twice for our orgy-action nights."
"Well, I hope not," she replied, "I couldn't take anymore of this let me tell you!"
"You won't have to-"
"You're going to get a chance to work in the movies," Jerry stormed as he rushed in the bedroom door.
"Me? In the movies?"
"Yes," Jerry bubbled enthusiastically. "Harry Waterfield said he wants to make a star out of you-he's got this script about a German Shepherd dog who falls in love with a girl. It's a natural for you-"
"And Prince," Debbie smiled, patting Prince on the head. Prince looked up, a strange, knowing look of delight coming to his eyes, almost as if he knew he was going to click in the flicks.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The opportunity to work in pictures did open up. But Debbie wasn't sure she liked it. When Jerry dropped by to tell her he'd set up an appointment with Harry Waterfield to discuss how much she'd be paid for her performance, she was stone sober.
"I've given it a lot of thought," she told him, "and quite frankly I don't want to be known as a dog fucker the world over."
"Harry doesn't have international distribution. Just the adult movie market in the U.S.A."
"Well, I live here-and if that flick played in my hometown my Dad would come out here with a shotgun and bring me back home."
"Your Dad shouldn't go see such movies if he thinks they're so bad."
Debbie got up and paced the floor. Jerry looked around the house. The floors were newly tiled in the kitchen and the living room boasted a new green carpet. But the living room furniture wasn't complete, there was no sofa. Glancing into the bedroom he saw a huge king-size bed, and some white shutters at the windows.
"I see you've fixed your place up a-lot," he commented.
"Yes, thanks to you and Dave I had some money," she sighed.
"And you'd have some more to buy a new sofa and a stereo and color teevee-little necessities that make life worth living!"
"You never quit trying to bait me for the kill," she snapped, walking over to the bar. "Do you want a drink."
"Now that you mention it I could use a scotch on the rocks," Jerry nodded.
She fixed Jerry his scotch and made a double bourbon for herself. Walking over to the chair where she'd been sitting she looked at the blank space along the wall.
"You know you're right-I could use a sofa," she smiled after she'd had a few sips, "but I don't want to wind up in magazines with Prince."
When Prince heard his name called he bounded off the bed where he'd been sleeping and came into the room. Jerry looked at her. As Prince licked her fingers, he mused to himself. What a perfectly normal, natural sight.
There she is, an innocent looking young girl. Her soft hair, falling about her shoulders, her smooth sun-tanned skin aglow with health. Her eyes flashing excitement, and her body eager with the fresh desire of youth to live, to experience everything.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, when Jerry didn't say anything.
"Oh, nothing," he said quietly. "Well, baby, are you interested in meeting with Harry Waterfield?"
"I suppose so," she said, stepping over to the bar again. "Would you like another drink?"
"No-no thank you, I've had enough-I'm having dinner a little later. "
"Can I set it up then for you to meet with Harry? It could mean a lot of money for you-"
"Yes
"How about tonight? Harry suggested you have dinner at his house tonight and he could tell you all about the part he has in mind for you-and the role he has for Prince."
"Yeah," Debbie sighed, "and I have to give him a good time while he talks terms-oh, god, when will it ever end? I'll wind up being a broken down slut, and who'll give a damn when I'm hooked on booze and pills and god knows what?"
"It doesn't have to be that way," Jerry said smoothly. "We each write our own script!"
"Thanks-what's his number?"
"Here it is," Jerry said, handing her Harry Waterfield's card.
He left and Debbie was alone with her thoughts, her own fears of the future, and the nagging desire she had to make some money the easy way.
Or was it easy? She dialed the number and sipped her drink. She did need a new sofa, and how could she afford a stereo and teevee. Once she had these things, she reasoned, she'd go out and find a job in an office. But, now it was the best way to make a lot of money. The phone was ringing and then a hurried sounding voice replied, "Yes
"This is Debbie-"
"Oh, yes, the dame with the dog," a voice said with a merry laugh.
This infuriated Debbie. She felt his response was a vicious assault on her dignity.
"Say, how would you like to have dinner at my place tonight?" he asked eagerly.
"Can I bring Prince?" she asked evenly.
"Prince?"
"My dog, Prince-you saw him the other night-remember?"
"Oh, god, do I?" he boomed, his voice breaking in hysterical laughter, "Yes, yes-by all means bring Prince and hustle your ass over here, honey-because we've got a lot of business to discuss."
"As long as it isn't monkey business-"
"I'm confining my films to dogs," he laughed, "but if you're interested in monkeys maybe I could arrange something."
"No, thank you," Debbie said coyly. "I'll leave the monkey department to you!"
Harry didn't know how to take that, but he managed to reply, "You're very funny-"
"So are you," she said evenly.
"Now when can I expect you to dinner?"
"What time do you want to eat?"
"Eight o'clock is alright with me," she told him.
"See you then," he said quickly and hung up. As Debbie dressed to go out to Harry's house she paused to think about where her life was taking her. When she left home all she really wanted to do was get away from the overly protective eye of her foster-father. He was kind and good, but nosey and a real nuisance when it came to her dating. Like the one time she went out with Bill Chambers to the drive-in show.
They'd stayed to see it twice and dear, clean-minded Dad just knew they'd been having a wild sex affair. He painted the picture of what he imagined she was doing so vividly, she wished for all the world she'd had the wild time.
Then, she made her decision. On graduation from high school she moved from her small mid-western town to Chicago. Working in a downtown department store as a sales girl, she soon realized there was no way to save money. Every paycheck was swiftly devoured with rent, utilities, and food. Something hit her about California when she saw an article in a travel magazine about coast living. So, she decided she'd head west. By now she was used to making decisions on her own and she didn't consult her parents. Instead she'd saved up enough money to board a jet for California. The warm, sunny weather immediately appealed to her. But jobs were scarce and when the model shops appeared all over on little side-streets she asked for work. Even that was not easy to find. But at last she met up with Tim. He took her on, and from modeling to hustling didn't take long. But, high-powered sex men like Jerry and Dave who made a business of catering to jaded sexual appetites of rich men had been what she'd fallen into. First it was the dog, then the orgy where she had to have sex with every man in the place, and now Prince and she getting offers for sex flicks. It all seemed unreal, yet it was happening. As she got in her car, and Prince jumped in the seat beside her, she looked at her little house. It did look like home. The white wood and green shutters and tall pine trees nearby made it seem like the country. Yet, only a couple short blocks and she was on the main thoroughfare leading to the city.
She had to stop at a gas station to get directions to drive to Harry Waterfield's house. It would have to be on the outskirts of town, but the valley freeway got her there fast.
She pulled up to Harry's place about eight o'clock, and parking the car, she put Prince on his leash and led him out. The Georgian colonial house with its white columned pillar front was indeed impressive. Apparently, Harry was doing very well, very well indeed. She pressed the buzzer and a maid answered the door. She was ushered into the living room and the maid told her, "Mr. Waterfield will join you in a moment-"
"Thank you," she said, keeping Prince close to her.
"What a beautiful dog you have," she said, "What's her name?"
"It isn't a her, it's a him," she smiled. "The dog's name is Prince."
"My, my what a beautiful dog-"
The maid hadn't been gone a moment but Harry appeared on the scene. "Good evening," he smiled, "I see you found the place alright-"
"Yes, the moment I saw this southern colonial mansion and recognized it was your number I figured you must have had Tara in mind when you got this place-"
"It is comfortable," Harry said casually, then noticing the maid standing in the doorway, he told her, "You can go now-I'm alright."
"Thank you," she said quickly, and disappeared into the next room.
"Would you like a before dinner drink?"
"Yes, don't mind if-I do," Debbie said, throwing her head back and stretching nervously.
"What do you drink?"
"I'm a bourbon girl," she smiled, "mix it with seven and it'll be just fine with me-"
Harry fixed his vodka drink for himself and brought the bourbon over to Debbie.
"Thank you," she smiled half-heartedly. "Debbie," he began, "After dinner I thought we could discuss the movie I have in mind for you and Prince. Now, let's just relax and enjoy ourselves."
"I'd like that," Debbie nodded, "I've been awfully busy today-"
"What doing?" he smiled.
"Oh, you don't want to know-"
"Yes, I do
"Well, I'm fixing up a little house I rented over in Carter Canyon-"
"Oh, I know where that is-that's where I first lived when I moved out here. Lots of artists live in that canyon. It is quite a rustic, scenic area-"
"I love it," she beamed, "I really do-"
"Say, I guess we might as well have dinner. I had the maid fix it and I'll serve it."
After a gourmet dinner, Harry suggested some after dinner drinks, and when Debbie was feeling no pain, he said, "You really have what it takes to turn a man on-"
"I'm glad you think so," she laughed.
"Why don't we go up to my bedroom?" he suggested.
"Why not?"
Debbie got up, and Prince followed her as they went to Harry's master bedroom suite. It was on the ground floor with windows which looked out on the pool. He pulled the thick drapes over the windows and smiled at her, "We'd be much more comfortable if we were had our clothes off-don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, I think we would. Should I ask Prince to strip?"
This tickled the funny bone of Harry and he began laughing. But laughter didn't prevent him from starting to strip. In a moment or two he was stark-naked.
"My but you're a nice girl," he said, when he was walking toward her with his penis standing up.
His hands reached out to grip her breasts and massage them. His fingertips touched her nipples.
As he tweaked her erect nipples, he smiled.
"Why don't we get on the bed and have a threesome?"
"Where's the third fucker?" Debbie asked, glancing around the bedroom.
"Prince," he chuckled, "He can screw your cunt while you give me a head job-how about that?"
"Is this a free sample fuck, and if I'm a good girl I get a part in a movie?"
"You catch on fast, don't you?"
"No," Debbie smirked, "I catch on slow! If I caught on this was the setup I wouldn't be here-I'm not in the habit of passing out free samples."
"No-I'll bet you aren't. Say do you know what makes a hormone?"
"No what makes a hormone?"
"A whore moans when she doesn't get her money," he laughed lewdly.
"Oh, you're real nice," she smiled, "I can't wait to bite you-"
"Not too hard, honey," he laughed.
Debbie got on the bed, placing a pillow under her behind. Motioning for Prince to join her, she called out, "Come on, lover-he wants to join us-"
"I hope he doesn't object," Harry smiled, a look of obvious delight flashing over his face.
"Oh, no-Prince never gets jealous as long as he gets his rocks off."
"How nice," he smiled, watching as Prince got in place.
"No-you can't put your paws on my shoulders," Debbie explained, "Another dog is going to be there-I mean-oh, I didn't mean to offend you-"
"Of course not," Harry laughed, "You're probably used to doing a double dog act-I understand."
"Down boy-down," Debbie exclaimed. Then, looking at Harry she said flatly, "We can never make it work unless I have him eat my pussy. He's so used to placing his paws on my shoulders he'll do it if he shoves his dong up me. But, if you've got some honey you can make him eat pussy."
"I'll get the honey-"
"I hope you've got the kind with the plastic container-" she called after him. But Harry was on his way to the kitchen and her voice trailed off.
Returning a moment later, he had a small round jar of honey on a tray with a teaspoon.
"Pull your cunt open baby, and I'll pour-"
"Alright," Debbie laughed, "Prince you sit beside me-over here."
Prince was so horny it was a bit difficult to get him to obey. Finally she managed to get him to sit beside the bed and wait for his cue.
Pulling her snatch apart, Harry enormously enjoyed getting down there and going to town. He poured the sticky stuff into her pussy hole, but some of it oozed out onto her auburn-brown pubic hair. Its stickiness was unpleasant and she told him so.
"Oh, that feels awful-"
"Don't worry-Prince will lick it all off in a minute."
Having finished filling her up with honey, he placed the container on the dresser and returned to the bed.
"Up boy-up-lick mama's pussy, honey."
Prince was an obedient dog, especially when it came to sex action. His dog's tongue lapped away at her honeyed pubic hairs, and she spread her cunt for him. He slipped his wet tongue inside her and eagerly licked the sweet tasting, sticky honey.
Now, Harry mounted her. Resting his buttocks on her breasts, he grabbed a couple pillows and propped her head up. Glancing in the mirror, he smiled, "I like to watch-this really gets me excited. "
"I guess animal fucking turns you on," Debbie said, brushing her brown hair back, and trying to get her head adjusted to the right angle to receive him into her mouth.
She looked at Harry's circumcised penis and it looked like an uneven job.
"When did you get this circumcision?" she asked bluntly.
"A few years ago. A sloppy operator sliced me-but I'm still glad I got it done. Keeps it cleaner."
"It's alright," she smiled, "as long as it shoots the stuff to me-that's all I care."
"You don't have to worry about that," he smiled, "I'm loaded baby." His other hand reached down and gripped his ball sack proudly.
"Okay-shove it in-"
Her mouth opened, and he eased himself into her.
"Now, baby, you've got something to suck on-" Turning back, he saw Prince at her pussy. He was licking away enthusiastically. By side glancing in the mirror he obtained still another view of the sex action. It excited him no end.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he said as he slid it to her. His huge balls bounced at her chin as he drove it to her. Faster and faster, he drove the thick penis till it touched the back of her throat.
"Ohhh, baby, that feels so good," he panted, then he slid it out and let just the head of it in her mouth. He watched her cheeks pull in, and her full red lips work in suction cup style as she went on.
"Use your hands on my ass," he smiled, "I like a vigorous ass massage when I'm fucking a woman's face."
His dirty talk did excite her, and she gripped his firm, round buttocks and massaged him.
Now, he turned on, "Ohhhh, baby, that's beautiful-I'm going out of my mind-I like it. Prince likes it too."
Sure enough, Prince was using his tongue effectively on her clit, sucking, lashing away for the honey and giving her a wild time down there at the same time.
Debbie decided it would be good for her future to give him one wild workout. She kept her mouth moving with steady, even pacing.
Finally, the sperm was almost in the head of it-but the sexual ecstasy surging through his body at this moment was so fabulous he wanted it to last.
"Not yet, honey-make it last!" He reached out and ran his fingers through her long brown hair, trying to calm her down. But there was no use trying. She was lost in lust, and as her hands kneaded and pummeled his buttocks, she sucked like she was dying for him to shoot his sperm load into her mouth.
"Alright, baby-alright, I'm coming!"
At that instant, the dog's tongue triggered her pussy. Gushing, the dog remained for her cunt juices. Quickly, he licked and lapped away at her hot loins.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, uuuuuuhhhhgh!" Harry gasped as her mouth brought him to a wild sucking climax.
He saw how her eyes closed, how her mouth fastened on the head of his penis, how she sucked-and her cheeks strained as she eagerly devoured his love-juice.
"Eat it-eat it up," she begged, "Yes-yes-that's it-suck it off!"
The dog was making loud lapping, sucking sounds at her pussy as he finished eating her cunt.
Now, Harry turned to look at the dog in the mirror. He got a big charge out of the way Prince knew how to do his thing. But, he got a bigger charge out of the way Prince's sexy master could give him good head-jobs.
He had to stop her for she savagely sucked until it tingled. He pulled away, "Hey, honey, that's enough-it tickles-it doesn't feel good anymore-stop! Stop sucking!" She finally released his penis, and opening her eyes seemed lost.
Moving his hand over her face, Harry chuckled, "You alright-what happened?"
"I-I don't know," Debbie said softly, "I guess the double sensations of Prince's hot tongue eating my juice and the good taste of your sperm was too much for me-"
"You like the sperm a lot don't you?" Harry smiled.
"Well, I guess you develop a taste for it like anything else," Debbie smiled.
Prince had jumped off the bed and was lying down beside her. Harry got to his feet, walked over to his jacket and picked up a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and walked back to Debbie and sat down beside her.
"I suppose you'd like to-know how much you'll make in our little movie?" he asked casually.
"Well, I am interested-"
"How would a couple thousand seem to you?"
Debbie was delighted, but she knew enough about business not to over-react. "Alright, I guess-"
"That includes both you and the dog!"
"What?" she exploded. "You mean you expect us both to work for that-why I can't-"
"Alright, I'll throw in five hundred for the dog."
"That is a little more like it," she nodded, "After all it takes a lot of money to keep Prince well fed."
"You don't feed him steaks, do you?" Harry boomed.
"Well, when he's been real good I think he deserves some kind of a reward."
"Harry shook his head. "What's the world coming to when a fucking dog is fed steaks and "
"Don't knock Prince-at least not in his presence. He may not be able to understand the words you use, but he is very much aware of the spirit you possess-and I'm afraid he wouldn't appreciate the hostility."
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Debbie got home early the next morning, she congratulated herself. She'd made Harry Waterfield meet her demands. While she wasn't exactly proud of what she was expected to do for the money, she nevertheless realized that once she'd saved up enough, she could chart a new life. She put some coffee on and went outside and picked up the morning paper. Prince followed her everywhere she went. She hadn't even had a chance to finish her breakfast before the phone rang. She picked up the phone reluctantly, wishing she could at least enjoy her meal without interruption.
"Hello," she began between sips of coffee.
"Hi, honey-hope I didn't get you up-"
"I slept in late and I'm just having breakfast," she explained.
"Well, we're all set to go on the picture and I thought I'd drop a script by-if you don't mind that is."
Momentarily disgusted for being pushed into the comer, she decided to-forget it, "I changed my mind," she blurted.
"Well, now-what if Harry got real generous and gave you a bonus-"
"How much?"
"I must say you're awfully commercial," he told her flatly.
"Aren't you?"
He didn't answer. "Well, a tip of two fifty might come in handy, honey-what do you say?"
"Make it-three and I'm all ears."
"Three it is," Harry boomed enthusiastically, "Never say Harry's stingy-no, no-all the girls who've worked in Waterfield Films will tell you that."
"Okay, so I can eat my breakfast now-that is, if it's alright with you!"
"Sure, honey-sure!"
Debbie devoured her breakfast quickly as she was very hungry. She had no sooner stepped into her bedroom to change her clothes than the doorbell rang.
"Just a minute," she called out.
A voice replied, "Special messenger-I'll leave this package for you at the door."
"Thanks," she told him. Then, she went over to pick up her dress and slipped into it.
She went to the door, and found the package. Sure enough it was the screenplay. She opened it eagerly and began reading. Certainly she did have the starring role, and Prince was her co-star. But it was obvious there was little dialogue, most of the scenes being rather raw sex sequences.
Harry had added a little note telling her if she thought she could begin shooting in a week to let him know. Once she'd finished it, she decided she might as well phone and tell him she would go through with it on schedule.
So, a week later, Debbie drove to Waterfield Films, located on an old sound stage which was in heavy use during the silents. She parked her car in the small parking lot near the bleak, gray buildings, and then she put the leash on Prince and went inside.
"Mr. Waterfield's offices are that way," a gate guard informed her. She went into his office and waited. The girl at the desk told her Mr. Waterfield was a little late. Finally, Harry came rushing in.
"Sorry, honey-you know that morning freeway rush-wonder I made it alive what with all the accidents I saw this morning. "
"We start today, don't we?"
"Bet your sweet ass, we do," Harry grinned, "Now, I'll take you to the dressing rooms. When you find your costume, in your room-you can put it on and go to make-up."
Debbie walked into her dressing room and a sudden feeling of triumph surfaced. Even though it was a porno picture, she still was delighted that she was, after all, the star. It was this that made it possible for her to overlook the side of the job she didn't like. There, before her was a dark maroon velvet cape. She liked the looks of it. Harry smiled when he saw her so taken with the costume.
"Oh, it's just beautiful," she beamed, "I really like it."
"I'm glad," Harry smiled, "in the scene you'll be shooting today, you'll wear it and open it at the strategic moment for a big, juicy close-up. Won't that be beautiful in color. All this red-velvet, and the real lady-then zap-she pulls the cape apart and her bare naked body comes out at the audience like Gangbusters! "
"Well, it is dramatic," Debbie laughed, "I must admit that."
"Now, put your robe on to go to make-up. And I'll see you on the set in half an hour."
"Thank you, Harry," Debbie smiled, as he stepped out and left her alone with Prince and the red-velvet costume. Hastily getting out of her clothes, she quickly put on the costume and eyed herself in the mirror. No doubt about it, she did look pretty stunning in it, she thought to herself. Prince kept his eyes on her too. She smiled at him, and he came running to her and licked her hands.
She threw the cape open dramatically to get some idea of what she'd be doing in the movie.
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The effect was fantastic. The red of her nipples, blending with the deep red of the cape added a sexy image.
When she went down to make-up man, she didn't like the first words he spoke to her, "Now, take everything off, baby doll! Time for body make-up!"
He went to work applying the make up all over her body and when he knelt before her vagina, he smiled, "I really should shave this off!"
"No, you don't," Debbie snapped, "You'll suck it off if you do anything-"
While she'd meant the words in total sarcasm, she was upset when he bolted the door and pulled her to him. In an instant his tongue flipped out and he began licking at her.
"Stop this," she demanded, pulling away, but his hands were holding her tightly. After his tongue had invaded my moist mound I relaxed and enjoyed it.
"Ohhh, you're good at it," I panted, as I felt him flip his tongue in and out, in and out of my cunt. When he sucked on my clit, nibbling gently with his teeth, I gushed into his mouth. My hands reached down and I held his head there until he'd finished eating me. When he got up, with a pleased smile on his face, I asked him bluntly, "How was it-did you enjoy it?"
"Delicious," was all he said, licking his lips to make his point. Then, he finished my body make-up and told me, "Have a good day!"
"You do the same-but don't suck all the pussies that pass through make-up or we'll never get the picture shot."
"You've got a point," he smiled.
Debbie stepped on the set and Harry came over. "I direct this too, honey," he began. "Now, you'll be shown walking through this hall with Prince on the leash-we won't use him in our first sequence-we'll save that. Here's your leading man, Bill Donaldson."
"Hi, Bill," Debbie smiled.
"And you're?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry shook his head, "This is Debbie, and her pet is Prince!"
"Hi, Debbie," Bill smiled, and winking at Prince said, "Hi, lover!"
Prince wagged his tail and came over and licked his hand. The scene was about to begin and the light crew was setting up all of the equipment.
Soon, the camera was pushed into place and the scene lit. "You go into the bedroom and flip open your cape. At that point Bill does a quick strip and then the two of you get on the bed and go into a fast sixty-nine!"
"What a lovely way to begin a day," Debbie laughed.
Stroking his penis which was pressing against the tight-fitting material in his pants, Bill nodded, "I think so!" Then Harry Waterfield gave his orders: "Lights, Camera, Action!"
Bill was standing beside the bed in the old-fashioned bedroom when Debbie came walking down the hall. Harry Waterfield had them stop shooting so they could set it up for the close-up action sequences about to take place on the bed.
"Alright, ready to roll again," he boomed, "take two!" Debbie remembered the action outlined briefly in the script. She flipped open her red velvet cape and the breasts popped into view as well as her moist triangle. With all of these men watching, she almost had a complete orgasm. The cameraman observing this, immediately went into a zoom-shot of her pussy. The entire screen filled with her dripping pussy would certainly turn audiences on he figured. Harry saw what he was doing and nodded.
Now, the camera was on Bill who was stripping. Bill got out of his shirt, and peeled off his pants. He was naked below his pants, and his huge, thick penis stood up. Debbie couldn't recall having seen such a huge penis before. She gazed at it in fascination, and once again, the alert cameraman picked this up. He went from a close-up of her eyes-to a zoom-shot of Bill's thick penis.
"Get on the bed kids and let's fuck and suck and do anything-the audience wants wild sex-let's make it wild!"
They both got on the bed, and immediately Bill embraced her, kissing her passionately. Their tongues Frenched for a few moments and then he straddled her breasts. Massaging her breasts, she massaged his buttocks. Then, he suddenly flipped his huge, pulsating pecker between her generous-size breasts, and she massaged his buttocks while he did it.
"You've really got a set of knockers on you," he smiled.
"I like your big, stiff prick," she whispered.
"Cut," Harry Waterfield cried.
"What on earth did you cut that for?" the cameraman complained. "They were doing just great! A real natural sex sequence-"
"I wanted to tell both Bill and Debbie to forget the script. They're a natural screen team-and they can just go to it, and do everything-and I mean every thing-lick ass, suck pussy-everything!"
Both Bill and Debbie looked at each other and laughed.
"So we do everything," Bill teased her.
"Alright, boys-let it roll-we're making movie history!" As the lights flicked on, the camera commenced again and the sex-action sequence was under way.
Bill was straddling her, and he suddenly decided he'd sit on her face.
"Would you like to suck my ass for me?" he smiled excitedly. Debbie's hands gripped the round globes of his buttocks and her tongue shot out. The cameraman got a hard-on watching. With some difficulty, Bill managed to slide his anal opening up and down on her thrusting tongue. Debbie was getting a charge out of the uninhibited performance. It seemed like old times-and vividly she recalled the orgy action when she performed before the big audience over at Jerry's house.
"Eat my ass out-eat it-eat it out," he cried aloud as she went on sucking away. Then, when he couldn't stand it any longer he told her to take his balls in her mouth. She sucked on each ball, and proceeded to lick the underside of his dick. The crew was all so horny now, they wanted to take out their penises and jerk-off. But this was a job, and they had to remember that.
"Suck-suck-suck it off," Bill gasped as he gripped his tool and slid it into her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked on the head of his penis. He gripped her head in his hands. Letting it slide way in and way out added to their excitement. He determined he'd give her a wild ride.
"That's it-suck-suck-suck it off!"
Debbie took just the head of his penis in her mouth, and flicking her tongue around its head she began employing some of her expertise in sucking. Her cheeks sucked in, her tongue twirled around the crown of his penis, and then she let her lower lip drag on the sensitive glans of his penis. Shivers of sexual excitement ran up and down his staff and when the cameraman saw his buttocks quivering in sexual ecstasy, he made it a point to photograph it.
"Use your finger," he told her. Debbie knew what this meant. She was well trained for sexual entertainment. Quickly sliding a finger up his asshole, she added to his pleasure.
"Ohhhh, now-now, you're doing it," he gasped in delight, as she brought him there. "Yes, yes-like that. Ohhhh, owwwee, now-now-ohhhhhhhhh!"
His penis exploded in her mouth and the hot sperm splashed down her throat. She gulped it down eagerly and the camera caught a close-up of her lips fastened on his cockhead as she sucked him in.
"Hey, baby, now it's my turn," Bill chuckled.
He wasted no time in going down on her. She threw her legs over his shoulders and he buried his face in her snatch.
"Ohhhh, that feels good," she groaned in delight as her body twisted this way and that. His tongue found its spot and he hung on.
"Suck me, lover-suck me," she moaned. Once more the lights were changed, and the camera moved to catch this new angle.
As her legs draped over his shoulders, he reached down and gripped her buttocks, bringing her cunt closer to his mouth.
"Suck-suck-suck it," she begged him, and her wanton, wild ways stimulated the entire crew of the film.
His tongue lapped away eagerly, his hands feeling of the firm behind as he ate her pussy.
Focusing the tongue action on her love button, he licked away. She cried out in sexual ecstasy, "Ahhh, ohhh, lover-that's it-more-ohhhh, ahhhh, yes-yes!"
She gushed in his mouth and he lapped up her juices. The crew applause stimulated them both. So, when he finished her off, he let her get her legs off his shoulders and they embraced, and Frenched. Harry was very well satisfied with the scene. He knew he had a winner.
When they finally pulled away from each other, they were sweating and laughing.
"Was I a good actress?" Debbie asked him, winking.
"Best fucking actress I've ever laid," he smiled.
She got up off the bed, and Harry said, it was time to break for lunch. She put on the robe she'd thrown to the floor and called for Prince. A make-up man was holding him on a leash. When Prince heard her call for him, he came running over.
"Here, boy," she said, patting him affectionately. Then, the two of them went back to the dressing room. She hadn't been in there long when Bill walked in. He was a nice looking man when he was dressed she discovered, and he was also very friendly.
"Can I bring you something from the lunch wagon?"
"What is there?"
"Sandwiches," he laughed, "and milk, cokes or tomato juice-"
"Bring me a beef sandwich-better make it two-Prince is probably starved and a buttermilk." Reaching in her purse, she started to hand him some money but he wouldn't accept it.
A few moments later, he returned with the food. They chatted and then Bill said, "why don't we get together away from a porno picture set? We could have a ball together-okay?"
"Alright," she nodded, "I guess we can-" She gave him her phone number on a piece of paper and then Harry Waterfield walked in.
"Sit right down," he began, "just wanted to tell you two kids I thought you did a bang-up job. Matter of fact we ought to star you in a series."
"Well, thank you," Bill smiled, "but really any stud in his right mind could put on a pretty good fucking performance with a chick like Debbie to ball with."
"You hear that, Debbie?" he chuckled. "That's a pretty nice compliment-now, isn't it?"
"I guess so," Debbie said quietly. "By the way when do Prince and I perform?"
"We've got it all set up for you and Prince in our afternoon shooting schedule-but first you'll have a little sequence with Dusty Kovers."
"The stripper? Does she work in these flicks?"
"Why? Is there something wrong about a girl whose got a name like Dusty working for Waterfield Films?"
"No-but she is pretty well known-"
"So am I," Harry smiled, "All the stag smokers know about my movies. I provide good, solid entertainment-and you know it. "
"I guess I'll be going now," Bill smiled, and exited. Harry moved to the door, and locked it. Debbie knew what was coming next.
"I-I hate to bother you, honey," Harry smiled sheepishly, "but watching you and Bill screwing out there got me so turned on my pecker won't go down."
"So," Debbie said, a slow smile creeping across her face.
Unzipping his pants, Harry pulled out his penis.
"Could you suck on it, honey?"
"For a price-sure!"
"How's this?" Harry smiled, tossing her a wadded up fifty. Debbie nodded. "You read me right-sure, luv-come closer!"
Harry moved in closer. His thick, veined penis wasn't exactly the most appetizing after dinner drink-but business was business.
Slowly, she opened her mouth and let him slide it in. He reached down and took out his balls. Then, he looked in the make-up mirror over the dresser.
"That's it, baby-give me good head! I like it when a hot-mouthed woman sucks me-"
Sliding it in and out, he jabbed it down her throat, holding her head while he did it.
"Sorry, I can't wait long, baby-we're keeping everybody on set waiting while you suck my dick off. But I can't help it. Seeing you suck him like you did got me so horny I had to have a blow-job."
Debbie reached down and played with his balls while she went on sucking his tool. He dug the action, and kept it up.
"Suck-suck-suck it off," he panted as she ate his dong. Fingering his nuts, she used her mouth in a suction-cup style to build a steady pace, and bring him to a quick climax. Soon, he was building to the tempo of her tongue and mouth. Then, he shot his load.
"Ohhhhh, baby-suck it-suck it off!" The hot sperm splashed down her throat as he got his gun off. Once she'd finished sucking it off, he promptly pulled it out, and smiled, "You're a great chick-you really are! "
"You're only saying that cause you like to get your cock sucked," she laughed.
"That's the truth," he laughed, "Now remember be on the set-in ten minutes," he told her, glancing down at his watch.
When he walked out of the room, Debbie tucked the fifty dollar bill in her purse and walked over to the mirror. She undid the crimson cape and looked at her supple young body. I guess I do turn them on, she thought to herself. I should look evil doing all that I'm doing-but I don't.
She hurried down to make-up and the makeup man quickly brushed her body with the make up.
"You were great today," he smiled.
"You think so
"I know so," he smiled enthusiastically. "You put such passion and feeling in that scene everybody watching got a hard-on."
"That's nice to know," Debbie laughed.
Then, she walked down the steps and to the set. As she approached, she remembered she'd forgotten all about Prince. He was still up in the dressing room.
Hurrying back up the stairs, she ran down the hall and flung open the door. Prince ran over to greet her with his wet tongue licking at her hand.
"I'm sorry, baby," she told him, "I-I didn't mean to forget you-"
Hugging the dog, she put his leash on and then headed once more down the stairs to the make-up room and then to the set.
As she walked across the studio street to the sound stage, Bill stopped her.
"Oh, you're going to enjoy this afternoon's work-yes-yes, you'll enjoy it a lot."
"What are you trying to tell me?" she demanded.
"Just watch out-Dusty Kovers is a very appealing chick. I know-I've fucked her myself, but she digs women."
"I don't," I flared, "This is a job-nothing more. And no big tit stripper is going to turn me around."
"I hope not," Bill winked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Debbie walked onto the set the first thing she saw were two huge breasts. They were knockers that couldn't help but grip your attention. And the tall, statuesque stripper, with the lithe legs, and shaved pussy turned-on when Debbie walked in.
"Hi," she smiled. Debbie didn't know what to do. All eyes were focusing on her now.
"Hi, Dusty," she replied.
"Girls-girls," Harry Waterfield began. "I'd like to see you two fight and fuck. We'll begin with a hair-tearing episode and move into the passionate sequences-"
Dusty turned on Harry. "Would you mind being less vulgar, Harry. I know that'll be real hard for you, dear, but would you try?" she asked testily.
"Sure, luv-anything you say," Harry replied insincerely.
The girls walked into the blue bedroom set.
Then, Bill walked into the scene.
"Are you in this too?" Debbie asked him.
"Yes-Harry will explain it all."
"Now, the scene begins with Bill pumping it to little Debbie. Then her lover, Dusty comes home and finds her making out with a stud. This inflames her."
"Are you going to have Dusty and Bill have a knockdown drag out fight?" Debbie chuckled.
"Hardly," Harry said, a trace of disgust at Debbie's sense of humor. "No, no-Dusty and you will get into it hot and heavy. Just tear hair-fake it-you know how-Bill will pick up his pile of clothes on the floor and beat it."
"Beautiful," Dusty smiled, "and when do we go into the lovemaking sequence-"
Debbie visibly shook when masculine Dusty mentioned love-making. The thought of another woman touching her physically to obtain sexual pleasure offended her. However, this was what they wanted. She took a deep breath, and let out a heavy sigh.
Harry noticed this.
"Everybody alright?" he smiled.
"Sure," they chorused.
"Well, people-let's get on with the show--we can't waste any more time."
Debbie moved to the sidelines and watched while Dusty got on the bed and spread for Bill. Bill didn't take long to find his place, and soon he was ramming his penis into Dusty's vagina.
The action was all wrong and I wondered how long it would take Harry Waterfield to stop it.
"Bill-you're screwing with the wrong chick," Harry called out. "You and Debbie are supposed to be making out when Dusty comes home and catches her girlfriend balling you-"
"Mind if I finish this?" Bill asked as he pumped away.
"Not on my time-if you don't mind," Harry told him emphatically. That ended that.
Debbie replaced Dusty in the scene and the action proceeded. Bill was going at it, when Dusty came in the door.
"Cut!" Harry yelled, "Now-Bert-move the camera so we get a big, fat close-up of Dusty's expression. And, Dusty, honey-turn on the talent-show outrage-to think that you're out making a living shaking your tits at the topless bar. "
"I know the feeling-" Dusty smiled, "so let's get cracking! I'm ready!"
The action picked up as the camera focused on Dusty's face. She registered her indignation so effectively the crew gave her a round of applause.
"Now-go right over to the bed honey-and tear your lover off that dirty stud-okay?" Dusty Kovers enjoyed putting on performances, and she moved menacingly over to the bed. She pulled Debbie off Bill's prick, and the fight was on. The two girls rolled around on the floor while Bill grabbed his clothes off the floor and made a run for it.
Dusty got so carried away she scratched Debbie's back until it bled. Debbie was sobbing now, but Harry wouldn't stop the cameras.
"Go ahead-catch that-that's real emotion," he insisted. The camera swept down to catch the blood trickling down Debbie's bare back. Then, Harry wound up the scene.
"Girls-time to kiss and make up! Wrap your arms around her, Dusty baby-and lick the blood off her back-yes-yess! Now-come over and suck on her titties. Just like that! You know how, honey-ahhhh, beautiful."
Dusty was really turning on with Debbie. She loved sucking on her red-nippled, generous bosoms, and eagerly let her tongue trail down to her moist triangle. Suddenly, her tongue whipped into her pussy, and Debbie rolled her head this way and that as the emotions of erotic delight swept through her body.
"Go to it, girl," Harry panted, with pleasure from the sidelines. The camera was busily grinding away with an overhead shot of the action.
Suddenly, Debbie gushed, and the camera zoomed in to catch the close-up. With her mouth pressed tightly to the vagina, Dusty devoured Debbie. Licking her dry, she moved away, letting her tongue slide along her lips, a delighted smile surfacing at the comers of her mouth.
"Good girls-great scene," Harry congratulated them. But Debbie didn't know how to respond. This wasn't exactly the kind of thing she'd counted on. It was bad enough to do it in front of everybody with the dog-and with Bill. But, making it with the stripper-Dusty Kovers-that was quite another thing.
During the brief break the girls took, Harry smiled. "Now, there is a little action sequence we have planned next. You are supposed to use the double-dildo on Dusty!"
"The what?"
He walked over to the prop table, opened the drawer and pulled out a double-dildo. It was the strangest looking thing. Two hard rubber penises, with a strap.
"I'll help you put it on, honey," Dusty volunteered.
"Thank you," she told her, not really being thankful for what was happening.
"We'll begin this scene with Dusty spreading her legs to take you in-and it'll really turn the male audiences on. The part that will particularly excite them is the fact-you're driving it up two holes instead of one. That makes for more excitement!"
"Time to roll," the production manager called out, and Harry told us to get in our places.
Dusty was supposed to be on the bed with her ass on a blue pillow. I was at the edge of the bed applying vaseline to both penises-to make the entrance easier.
"Places everybody-" Harry called, and the crew went to their spots. The lights flicked on, and it was "Lights, Camera-Action-Rolling!!"
As the cameras moved in to catch Debbie putting the gook on her dildo, she got a chance to study Dusty Kovers, the celebrated stripper, as she was bathed in the arc lights. Debbie observed she was indeed a stunning female. Her fair skin was smooth and clear. Her shaven vagina had its appeal. But what turned Debbie on, was the chance to find out what it felt like to be doing the fucking. Thus, she could better comprehend the sensations men obtained when they were on top.
"Fuck me," Dusty sighed sexily.
"Yes, baby," Debbie said, mounting her. The buttocks, upraised on a blue pillow made it easy for her to shove the tip of the one dildo up her anal entrance-and the other one started sliding smoothly up her vagina. Debbie knew that whoever put the double-dildo together knew the proximity of the two orifices very well.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," Dusty hollered, when she rammed them both up her two holes. The men howled in delight, and the camera zoomed in for a tight close up of the double-dildo action.
"Give it to her-give it to her," Harry called out, as he watched on the sidelines.
Debbie soon discovered it wasn't difficult to achieve orgasm this way. The passion was building in her own hot cunt as she drove the dildoes up the two holes.
Dusty stroked her back, as she turned on.
"That's it-Faster! Faster!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it!" Debbie stammered, her breath coming short as she shoved fiercely.
The two girls were sweating under the heat from the lights and the heat of their own bodies warming up.
"Beautiful-beautiful," Harry congratulated them as they kept the action going. But both girls were finding it difficult to keep the act going, and not reach a climax. The unusual and bizarre nature of the sex act stimulated them both, and suddenly, Debbie cried, "Ohhhh, I'm coming-I'm coming!"
"Keep fucking me-fuck me ... fuck ... fuck-ohhh, I'm coming too," Dusty joined her in orgasm a moment later. As the two girls pressed together, once more the men of the crew applauded.
Debbie got up, and Harry said, "Break time-break time!" Immediately, Debbie undid the strap and a hairdresser came over with a towel and took the dildoes away from her.
"I'll take care of this," she smiled.
"Thanks," Debbie nodded.
The wardrobe department came-over and gave them both robes. Then Harry said, "We'll resume shooting in half an hour-let's take a coffee break."
Debbie and Dusty walked outside the sound stage, bought a plastic cup of coffee and went up to the dressing room area.
"Why don't you visit with me during our break?" Dusty smiled.
"Sure," Debbie told her. The two girls did look good together and the men's eyes wandered after them as they walked into Dusty's dressing room.
"You did a good job today," Dusty smiled at Debbie.
Taking a sip of her coffee, and pausing a moment Debbie finally replied quietly, "Thanks."
"You know, honey-you don't belong."
"What are you talking about?" Debbie demanded evenly.
"Tell me all about yourself. I know this isn't your regular racket. You're new to these parts, aren't you?"
"Yes-how did you know?"
"Baby, it stands out all over," Dusty smiled, "But there's nothing wrong with it. I remember when I came out here from North Carolina. I'd just won a talent contest."
"Talent contest?"
"Yes-they came to our little town looking for talent. They said acting talent. But if they had told the truth it would have been screwing talent-because they'd sign us up as starlets-give us bits in movies, and send us out to entertain visiting movie-men. "
"Doesn't sound bad!"
"Well, if you want stardom, it's awful. You see they keep promising you that in that next picture you'll get your big break."
"What happened?"
"Well, they kept promising-I never got my break and here I am."
"But, you're famous."
"I'm infamous," Dusty laughed, snuffing out her cigarette. Reaching into her dresser drawer, she drew out a silver flask. "If I didn't have this handy I couldn't do what I'm doing today."
"Does it still bother you?"
"Sure it does-what do you think I am something made of metal?"
"No, but don't you get used to it. I mean, I'm nervous as hell this time-but I always say next time I'll relax."
"You never relax in this kind of work," Dusty said sullenly. "I work at the biggest topless emporium in town-class-all the way. But, I still hate it."
"Why do you do it, then?"
"Because I like to eat," she said flatly, "I never learned a trade. I never went to college. I figured I didn't need to. After all, didn't they tell me someday I'd make it big in the movies.
But the trouble is-my day never came. The only thing that did come were the wrinkles."
"But you don't have a wrinkle on your face," Debbie observed.
"No," Dusty laughed without humor, "No, I don't have a wrinkle on my face-not until I take this pound of make-up off."
Reaching for a tissue, she began proving her point. As the make-up disappeared, the tell-tale lines and wrinkles surfaced. Dusty Kovers was an old woman. Her body was very well preserved, but the face without make-up was frightful.
Debbie tried not to betray her shock and sorrow at seeing what a tragic picture her face minus make-up made.
"Go ahead-say it, honey!"
"Say what you're thinking. I look awful. Well, this is just a preview of yourself a few years from now. All this drinking, and fucking around doesn't help."
Debbie was silent.
"I'm what they call a novelty number," Dusty said, tears coming to the comers of her eyes. "I'm okay. As long as my silicone breasts pull them into some dark topless spot. As long as I keep my ass muscles firm, and my make-up thick. But in the glare of the sunshine, that's another story."
"You look real nice," Debbie said softly. Her mind was focusing on her own face. Was this wrinkled, bitter woman sitting across from her-the woman she would become?
A knock was heard on the door. Harry Waterfield poked his head in the door a moment.
"Debbie, I'd like to have a word with you-"
Debbie didn't answer. She was still shaken by the things Dusty had confided in her.
"That is-if I'm not breaking up anything between you two," Harry winked.
"Go to hell, Harry," Dusty snapped.
"No, I'm coming," Debbie said, feeling like that awful whirlpool she'd thought of at the beginning when she was being sucked into all this mess.
When they were alone, Harry smiled, "Our cameraman is nuts about you honey. He asked me if I thought you'd give him a blow-job." Shrugging his shoulders, Harry said innocently, "Course I didn't know what to tell him-so I said I'd find out. Bart, our cameraman is really a great guy and he'd give you fifty for it if you were interested-"
After all that Dusty had told her, after the sight of Dusty minus make-up had sickened her, she wanted to get off this orgy merry-go-round, and change her life. But she'd done it for Harry, so she figured she'd have to accommodate Bart, the cameraman as well.
"Alright," she smiled nervously, "I'll be down in my dressing room. "
"Great!" Harry exclaimed, and walked away quickly to let Bart know his good news.
When Debbie got back to her dressing room she wrestled with herself. Glancing out the window, she looked two stories down and imagined she was running out of the lot, away from the sound-stages, away from the dirty movies.
But a moment later, the door was opened and Bart, the cameraman walked in. He was a lanky, long-haired man with sensitive features.
Bolting the door, he turned to Debbie.
"How about it, baby?" he smiled, "here's the fifty!"
Her eyes focused on the money. The money seemed like the passport to freedom, to the end of this whirlpool of sex and lust.
"Oh, thank you," she said, taking it and slipping it in her purse. Bart walked over, and said softly, "I like my women to unzip me."
"Want me to wipe it off too?" Debbie asked, a trace of coldness in her voice.
"When you're finished sucking my dick off, baby," he smiled, "I don't want any cum left to wipe off."
"I'll eat it, big balls," she smiled, "I like the taste of sperm-"
"Good," he grinned, "I like my women to eat my stuff." She unzipped him slowly, and he was watching in the make-up table mirror nearby.
"Fish the balls out too-let it all hang out," he insisted.
Reaching inside his shorts, she pulled his balls out gingerly. Then, she took his tremendous tool in her hand and slowly brought it to her open mouth.
"Ohh, you've got technique," he panted. Debbie licked the underside of his penis, focusing on the sensitive glans and then let her tongue sweep back down to his balls. Slowly, she sucked each nut into her mouth. This got Bart so excited, he ran his fingers through her hair and panted, "Ohhh, cocksucker, you're driving me crazy-suck on it-suck!"
By keeping him waiting for the actual cocksuck, she was building him up second by second to the moment of climax. Finally, she capped the crown of his cock with her mouth. He thrust it, instantly letting the head of it touch the back of her throat. She fingered his balls while he was doing all this.
"Ohhh, baby, suck it, suck-suck it off," Bart gasped in delight as she slowly sucked on his meaty head. Her tongue swept its slickened surface, and Bart's body vibrated with hot passion.
"That's it, ohhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he panted, as his penis exploded in her mouth. Quickly, she sucked his creamy cum. She go so turned-on with the taste of his sperm, she kept it in her mouth.
He detected she really dug the act, enjoyed the male sperm, and would swallow it in a minute. This really excited him for his wife wouldn't go down on him, and when most chicks did they didn't want to swallow his sperm.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he smiled down at her. "I'll feed you my hot sperm anytime you want."
Her full lipped mouth remained over the head of his penis as she sucked his juices, draining his penis. Finally, she pulled off and looked up at him.
"Tasted good," she smiled.
"Wow!" he gasped, "You're right-on. You really are good at this, baby-"
Debbie got up, and walked to the window. Bart asked her softly, "Will you let me fuck you again?"
Without turning to him, she said sadly, "Sure, I will-whenever you've got the money I'll ball with you, baby."
"You liked it too," he complained.
"So what?" she smiled.
"Fuckin' whore," Bart fumed.
"Cheap skate," Debbie snapped. "You got your money's worth-"
Bart didn't bother to say anymore to her. He stuffed his balls and his penis back in his shorts, zipped up his pants, unbolted the door and went out.
Debbie had time to think. And she didn't like the thoughts racing through her mind. Just because she put her body on display and would do a few sex acts before parties, and on camera-did that mean she was automatically a total whore? There had to be a difference.
Bart had a hell of a lot of nerve to try to get her to give it to him free just because he could sense she enjoyed sucking his penis.
She looked in the mirror. She still had her youth. Under the make-up there were no giant size wrinkles that would surface the moment she wiped it off.
However, she wondered how long she could carry on at orgies, drink and fuck dogs-and women-and not have it show. This fear couldn't leave her.
On her way back to the sound stage, she stopped by Dusty's dressing room and she was gone. But there was a note there for her. She looked at it.
It read,
'Debbie luv-if you ever want to have some good laughs and a drink on me-come and catch my act over at the Bottomless Babe Bar
-Dusty'
She felt her eyes moisten. Dusty Kovers probably dug men when she began in the business. But when enough of them used her body, and socked her in the guts after they finished fucking the life out of her, she no doubt soured on men. Women did possess a certain sensitivity when it came to sex men just didn't have. She knew this long ago, and it was being proven again and again in her traumatic everyday life.
As Debbie walked out of the dressing room, down the steps to the main floor and across the asphalt driveway to the sound stage, the urge to run away seized her again. She turned away from the bleak gray building for a moment, and then she remembered Prince. Prince was on the set-waiting for her next scene in the movie. She couldn't leave him. But, after that scene was over, she vowed she'd split for good.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Harry walked over to Debbie when she walked onto the sound stage. "Hi, Honey," he smiled.
"Hi, Harry," she returned the greeting.
"Baby, we've going to begin shooting in about five minutes. We'd like to have a very dramatic scene where Prince and you are under the sheets. The idea is this. We won't show a thing at first-just you two under the sheets. Then, you'll fling the sheets off and you and Prince will be doing a hot sixty-nine."
"Oh, that's real nice," Debbie smiled without humor.
"I thought you'd think so," Harry nodded.
Debbie decided she might as well go through with it. Now, there was no way out. Going over to the bed, she threw her clothes to the floor and motioned for Prince. The woman who'd been assigned to keep him on his leash at the side of the set, let him go. He instantly went over to Debbie and began licking her all over.
A ripple of laughter went through the crew.
"Save it for the camera," she advised him, as she got on the bed and Prince joined her. She pulled the sheets over herself, and now she was busily getting in a sixty-nine position. Prince had been trained to perform this sex act and he went into it quickly. With her mouth fastened on the dog's huge penis, she felt his tongue lapping at her slit. Even if she didn't dig the camera bit, she did enjoy the licking sensations of the dog's tongue at her gash.
As Harry watched, he deduced she was doing the sixty-nine judging from her bobbing head. He directed the cameraman to begin. "Let her roll," he laughed.
The cameraman went to work. He took the bed scene from an overhead angle, and then dollied in. Coming in level with the bed, Harry Waterfield watched closely. "Now-now," he ordered Debbie, "throw the sheets off and let us see you and Prince doing a good sixty-nine."
Debbie was so anxious to get it over with that the moment he told her to throw the sheet, she gave it a heave. Then, the cameraman continued.
The dog was licking enthusiastically, oblivious to anyone watching. Debbie's mouth was sliding up and down on the dog's penis. This was where the cameraman focused at first. A close-up of her mouth, sucking in the dog's huge penis was followed by a close-up of the dog, busily licking at her pussy. But, the moment they were all waiting to catch on film was when Prince shot his load into Debbie's mouth, a real movie milestone.
"Alright, baby-eat the dog's cock-massage his big dog balls and get him going."
Debbie's fingers went to Prince's balls. As she held his ball sack in her hand and squeezed the dog seemed to turn-on all the more.
"Suck that dog's cock," Harry cried out from the sidelines, feeling his own penis stiffen while he watched. Debbie did make a beautiful sight as she sucked. Her auburn-brown hair, flung across the blue sheets in wild array as her full-lipped mouth sucked on Prince's big penis.
But what was equally fascinating to watch was the way Prince ate her pussy. He sniffed as he sucked, licked and carried on. His paws were placed on her thigh, as his nose was buried in her vagina, and his tongue licked eagerly.
"Now-now we've got it-he's almost there, honey-grab his prick in one hand, use your hands to finger his balls with your other hand. Yes, yes-like that. Ohhhh, give it to her boy-that's it-now-now!"
The dog shot his penis off in her mouth, and she sucked his juices in, her cheeks pulling in tightly while she did it. At the same instant she came. The cameraman did a fast zoom shot from her sucking mouth to the dog's licking.
"That's just great-on target. Debbie and her dog are really something-she's got Prince so well trained on her pussy he's almost human," Harry enthused.
"Now-now-can I get in there for a close shot of her sliding her mouth off his dog penis?" the cameraman asked Harry.
"Yes, I don't want to miss that-that will be a great shot-go ahead!"
The camera dollied in to bedside, and in a big fat close-up in color, Debbie's mouth moved slowly off Prince's penis. She did it so naturally, so emotionally you'd almost think she was in love with the dog.
When that scene was over, Harry smiled, "Take ten kids!" Everybody walked over to Debbie and congratulated her on the naturalness she'd brought to the scene.
She didn't feel happy about her so-called triumph. She was becoming more disillusioned, more disgusted about her life. Then, Dusty Kovers walked over to her, "You're a real trouper, honey," she said quietly.
"Thank you, Dusty," Debbie smiled nervously. She walked to the side of the set, put on her robe and one of the make-up women brought her some coffee. As she sipped her coffee, she patted Prince.
But, sure enough-she couldn't be alone for long. Harry came over. He was holding something in his hand, a small, yellow plastic container.
"Baby, we've brought the honey for the sucking sequence that follows. We want you to spread this all over your body-using most on the tits naturally and plenty on the pussy. Then, Prince can lick it off. "
"Oh, Wow!" Debbie said sarcastically.
"Well, honey, it may sound awful to you-but to the boys who like animal sex scenes, it'll be a winner-I know that!"
"Can't she knock it off for the day?" Dusty asked Harry. "I think she'd be better if she could get a little rest-it's been a rough day!" Harry looked at her scornfully. "Maybe you're getting too old for the action," he said grimly. "Debbie here is a little younger and I think she's raring to go, aren't you, honey?"
"Oh, sure," Debbie laughed nervously trying to conceal her building revulsion for what she was doing.
"See-she said so herself-she's eager to do the next scene-and why not-I'm paying her well."
Dusty Kovers gave a withering glance back to Harry as she walked away. Harry shrugged, "What's eatin' her?" he asked innocently, then added, "Maybe I should say, "Why isn't anyone eating her?" Laughing at his own warped humor, he sauntered back to the crew.
Debbie was alone now with Prince. She wanted to slug Harry Waterfield right in the gut. But, now wasn't the time. She'd agreed to make the movie and there was no turning back now.
"Okay, kids-time to go back to our shooting."
Debbie got up reluctantly, and walked back to the bedroom set. The wardrobe lady took her robe and Harry advised the man in make-up, "Put the honey on her body-big drops on her tits, a little trail of it then to her snatch-so Prince will know where to sniff-"
"I think he'd find her pussy without a honey trail," the make-up man chuckled, as he came over to the bed.
He picked up the yellow plastic honey container and got over Debbie. Squeezing its contents, he got some on her nipples, then proceeded to make a trail of it down to her snatch.
"Alright-places everybody," Harry called out.
The scene was ready to roll. Debbie lay there, the honey feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over her body. The wardrobe lady held Prince on a leash at the side. When Harry cried, "Lights! Camera! and finally Action!"-the dog was let loose.
"Massage your breasts while he sucks the honey off them," Harry called out.
Prince instantly went to work. His long tongue lapped away at the soft flesh, and Debbie massaged her weighty bosoms. Sure enough, Prince followed the trail of honey down to her snatch.
"Widen your legs-make it easy for him," Harry cried out. Prince's tongue swept over her curling, brown pussy hair, and as his tongue lapped, Debbie writhed in authentic sexual ecstasy. Rolling her head from side to side, she moaned, "Ohh, Prince, love me-love me-"
"Focus on her face," Harry told the cameraman. "This is a great reaction shot. She's a good actress."
Even though Harry thought she was acting, Debbie continued her turning and twisting, oblivious to his comment, unaware of anything but the sexual excitement that surged through her body as Prince licked away.
"Eat me, lover-eat me," she moaned.
At this point, the dog's tongue brought her to climax. The honey mingled with her own juices as Prince lapped away. The sensations flooding through her body blotted out all consciousness of anything but the pleasure.
"Suck her Prince," Harry called out crudely. "Eat her sweet Pussy-that's a good boy."
Prince acted as if he could hear what Harry Waterfield was ordering him to do. But it was his own instincts, not Harry's command that guided him on as he finished licking her cunt juice, mixed with sweet tasting honey.
"Now, let's go right into the dog-fucking sequence," Harry told Debbie.
"Prince," Debbie whispered, "Fuck me-fuck me!"
Her hand reached down and gripped his hardened penis. Throwing her legs out, she guided the dog's dick into her gash.
As Prince thrust away, the pleasure built.
"Ohhhh, this is wild," Harry said, watching Prince's huge tool slide in and out of her slit.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," Harry commanded, wishing he could exchange places with Prince and get his own rocks off. The crew clapped. Prince was putting on a performance worthy of an award.
"Look at that dog go," the cameraman turned to tell the make-up man who was standing over his shoulder.
"She's got him well trained-a real pro dog fucker if I ever saw one."
No doubt about it, Debbie had Prince going to town. As the immense dog-dong slid in and out of her gash, she pushed her pelvis up to meet his cockthrusts. His paws rested on her shoulders and her fingers glided through the dog's fur.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," she begged, as Prince thrilled her with his savage thrusts. His penis could do it better than any man, she reasoned. Why shouldn't she enjoy it? Wasn't pleasure the goal of sex. If Prince could produce more sensations for her body-beautiful.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhhhh, Prince-fuck me, fuck me," she groaned, writhing her body this way and that as the dog continued his savage thrusting.
"Very good! Very good!" Harry said, clapping his hands together, a smile flashing across his face as he realized he was obtaining some of the best dog-fucking sequences ever photographed.
But in another comer of the soundstage Dusty Kovers watched. Nervously, she puffed on the cigarette and shook her head. Star for a second, she thought, but a confused, twisted mind for a lifetime-was it worth it? She knew it wasn't-but she couldn't convey this to Debbie. Debbie was in her glory. She may think she'll quit after this film, but Dusty knew it would be only the beginning. She'd like the money, the things the money brought her and for this-she'd trade a conventional life. It was a poor bargain, but Debbie had to find this out for herself.
"Get an overhead shot," Harry called out. The cameraman on the second camera went to work. Above the bed was a great place to shoot, for it was easier to watch Prince give his thrusts.
"Now-first camera-catch it from a side angle-I think Prince is ready to shoot his wad.
At that moment, Prince rammed it in to the hilt, his balls bouncing at her pussy lips.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, that's it, that's it," Debbie gasped, as the hot dog-sperm flashed in her vagina. She squeezed, milking Prince's penis of its complete contents. She wanted it all, and Prince turned, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.
The cameraman went from Debbie's delighted response to the dog's orgasm, to the dog's response. It was a dramatic contrast.
The crew was all excited watching. Debbie could have made a fortune giving blow-jobs in her dressing room after this wild, uninhibited sexual stint.
"Cut!" Harry Waterfield cried out.
"Okay, kids-we've got it," he said quietly. "A real good wrap-up."
Debbie got up. The wardrobe woman handed her her robe and smiled, "You was real good today!"
"Thanks," Debbie smiled, feeling proud of her accomplishment. "But let's give Prince half the credit."
Suddenly, Dusty Kovers was beside her as she walked up to her dressing room.
"I hope you meant it when you said you wanted to split this scene," Dusty said softly.
"What are you talking about?" Debbie snapped.
"In my dressing room a few moments ago you said you'd had enough of this life-you said you wanted to get out. Oh, not in so many words-but I could tell by your expression what you were thinking. You're as easy to read as an open book."
"Well," Debbie, wheeled around, "You read this chick wrong! My career is just beginning.
Now, if I was old and wrinkled, honey-like you without ten pounds of make-up, I'd consider quitting."
Dusty didn't know what to say or do. She had thought Debbie was a sincere, sensitive girl. She never imagined she could turn on her like that.
She didn't say anything. She just walked away. As Debbie went into her dressing room, Harry smiled, "Honey, I think we need a little party to celebrate the picture-you know-the traditional after the picture party."
"You mean the whole crew wants to screw me?" Debbie laughed, a smile playing about her lips.
"That's what I like about the 'now' generation," Harry chuckled, "They're not hypocrites."
"Thank you," she smiled, "Sure-but not today-we've had a big day-and Prince and I better go home and get some rest. "
"How would Saturday night be?" he asked eagerly.
"Beautiful," Debbie smiled. Then she went on.
"By then we'll have the rushes back. I know you'll want to show those to the crew as quick as you can-because you said you thought this flick could be a winner."
"You pick up on everything, don't you?" Harry grinned.
He walked out of the room, after he'd given Debbie an envelope with her check. She looked at it, and smiled. Now, she could have a few things she wanted. And tonight, Prince should get a steak-the very best steak at the supermarket for his performance.
