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Subject: UnhlyDes (4/7) "An Unholy Desire" 

blood into his loins to get his huge cock up and keep it there!  She'd 
been ready for him, though, still convinced that if he and 'it' became 
numb enough, myriad of erotic sensations could happen to her, but the old 
lover-boy had just gradually faded away beneath the veil of his consumed 
fatigue, finally snoring, and she'd covered him with the blanket, the poor 
old bastard, and kissed him goodnight, then fallen into her passionate 
thoughts.
     They had been that, all right, so much so that the tremendous urge to 
satisfy them had been almost unbearable.  Once, she'd nearly awakened Carl 
to try again, but his snoring advised her that would be useless... and at 
last, she'd slept.  Even so, it'd hardly been much different upon 
awakening this morning!  The tiny imps with the sensuous forks were still 
alive in the soft belly and hungry loins of her young needing body.
     God, she was all damp as usual between her legs!  The narrow, thin 
strip of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot 
moisture seeping from between her pussy lips!  She'd have to change her 
panties ...!
     And ... on the other side of the wall, in the wood-walled privacy of 
his office, Dr. Carl Dexter was half-whispering into the tightly clutched 
telephone receiver, hoping to hell his wife wouldn't come bursting into 
his office with some stupid question about her typing like, "Where does 
this arrow point to?"  God no!  Not when he was talking to Valerie Barren!
     On the other end of the line, a softly spoken voice trilled, "Oh, Dr. 
Dexter, I'd love to talk to you some more.  You're such an ... an 
understanding man, so sweet and undemanding."  A slight pause during which 
Carl had the feeling the stripper was probably staring at herself in the 
mirror, in the nude more than likely, or maybe playing with herself on the 
bed?  Jesus, he didn't know, but whatever it was that made her voice sound 
like that, it sure as hell was sexy!
     "Uh, Miss Barren, we ... we're in kind of a rush with a report we're 
drawing up for our grant sponsors, so ... so if we could get together 
sometime soon ... like today or tomorrow maybe ..."
     "Oooh, that sounds wonderful," she purred, "but I have to work late 
this afternoon.  I have a new job down at Big Don's Do-Do ...  Oh, I wish 
you could come in and see my act, Dr. Dexter.  I'm sure you'd learn a lot 
about me if you could watch me real close ..."
     "Why, Valerie, I'd love to!"  The Doctor straightened immediately, 
the furrows on his forehead fading as a tight smile dimpled his cheeks.
     "This afternoon?  Could you make it this afternoon?" Valerie's voice 
became a higher soprano with each syllable.
     "I'll see you this afternoon then.  Maybe we can talk or have a drink 
if you're not too busy."
     "Beautiful ..."
     Silently, he replaced the hot receiver back on the cradle and pushed 
the buzzer that connected to Ann's desk on the other side of the wall ...
     In his typical furrowed voice, he was once again Dr. Carl Dexter, all 
business.  "Ann, I'm going out for a little while this afternoon.  Think 
you can handle things?"
     "Sure," was her curt reply.
     "See you at home then, baby."
     Click.
     "Baby?" Ann wrinkled her nose in disgust, thinking, who the hell does 
he think he is?  Lover boy?  What a joke!



Chapter 5

     Following the exact directions from the gas station attendant, Carl 
found no difficulty in locating the place.  Right on Broadway, just as the 
man said.  It was small from the outside, decorated with bright neon 
lights that flickered even now in the late afternoon.  A man dressed in a 
red velvet suit spotted him coming and started calling to him, gesturing 
with his arm to wave him in.
     How nice of Valerie to tell them I'm coming he thought, and quickened 
his pace.
     "Sir, step right in and see some nasty action!" the gauchely dressed 
man hissed, at the same time grabbing the doctor by the arm.  "No cover, 
sir, special deal for you.  Are you a tourist in town?  Be sure to get one 
of our postcards to send home to the wifey, huh?" he nudged.  "Special 
deal ... just buy two drinks and the rest of the treats are on the house.  
Hey, hey!  Such a deal!"
     Before the stunned professor could even open his mouth to tell the 
sweaty-smelling, liquor-breathed man that he was a friend of Valerie's, 
two nakedly attired girls in sequined G-strings and bras grabbed him, one 
by each arm and escorted him into the dark interior of Valerie Barren's 
house of employ.
     "Right this way, honey," the redhead directed, walking faster now, 
making the rhinestone and silver bracelets making her arms jingle, the 
heady scent of her lilac perfume building pressure in his sinuses till he 
thought for sure he'd sneeze.
     "What can I get you to drink, doll," the blonde on his left wanted to 
know.  "Gotta buy two drinks a set, baby.  What'd ya want?"  Her voice was 
thick and husky, obviously a chain smoker from the sound of her voice, and 
a heavy drinker from the smell of it.  "Well, I got other men to take care 
of.  What'll it be?"
     "A ... a scotch on the rocks, please."  He hated scotch but it was 
the only thing he could think of in his confused desperation.  Brawny 
hands, blue veined and cold looking, pushed at his chest, easing him into 
the front row chair, just feet away from the empty stage.
     "That's a couple bucks extra for the front row," croaked the redhead 
holding out her hefty palm.  "And two bucks for the first round unless you 
want to buy one for the waitress, then it's only a buck and a half.  Think 
you can swing it, big boy?"
     With cold, stiff fingers, Carl reached for his wallet and handed her 
a five dollar bill which she grabbed from his hand and, with a sneer of 
her ruby red lips, sauntered off, calling, "thanks for the ball bustin' 
tip, honey," over her shoulder.
     One by one, drunken sailors and gauchely dressed 'Super Flys' 
sauntered in, gradually filling the room to half full.  Next to him a 
table of Minneapolis-Honeywell executives in their white shoes and 
polyester plaid jackets and contrasting pants, sat drinking steins of 
beer.  He could tell who they were by the yellow happy face convention 
tags that read, "Happy Day From Honeywell!" and below, "Please to meet 
you, I'm ______________________"  In the typical husband-away-from-wife 
attitude, they talked dirty and tried to buy the redheaded waitress until 
the price became a sore point and she spilled a full mug of beer on the 
fat one in the middle, then they shut up.
     Carl stared at the stage, trying to figure out what was on it, and he 
thought he saw a bed before he was distracted by a couple being seated on 
the table on the other side of him.  Jesus, he didn't know men actually 
brought their wives into places like this!  He crossed his arms over his 
chest and took another sip of his scotch, wondering just what kind of show 
Valerie would put on.  God, if women were allowed in here, it couldn't be 
too risque.
     He tried to listen to the conversation of the couple next to him.  A 
rather striking young girl accompanied by a tall man with a Texas accent, 
they were tourists, most likely from the way they talked.  Carl was trying 
to listen in the conversation of the couple, certain that he'd heard the 
man say something about 'fucking' to the girl with him, but Carl scolded 
himself for having such lewd thoughts.  Damn, ever since that phone 
conversation with Valerie that was all he could think about.
     Carl had ordered his second drink when the lights in the place dimmed 
even lower than they already had been.  "I guess the show is going to 
start at last," he said quietly to himself, absent-mindedly.
     At first he thought the show was going to be a play, as the stage was 
outfitted like a bedroom in an ordinary house and he mused to himself, I 
didn't know the girl was an actress.  Just a few feet away from where he 
sat was an old fashioned brass bed, turned at a slight angle to face them.  
To one side was an end table, and toward the back of the set was a large 
chest of drawers.  Next to it was a doorway, and it was closed.  Nothing 
happened for several moments, and Carl was beginning to wonder why, when 
some light, rhythmic music began to play.  At almost the same moment, the 
door to the back of the stage opened, and a beautiful young girl, whom he 
instantly recognized as Valerie, walked on stage.  Much to his surprise, 
the girl was fully dressed, and Carl shifted in his seat, a bit 
disappointed.  God, but she was a honey, with her long dark hair and 
delicate features ... a little Spanish or Italian in her blood maybe?
     He crossed his arms over his chest and waited, taking sips of his 
scotch which was just beginning to have a slight dulling affect on his 
brain.  It would be kind of wicked fun to watch a burlesque show, he 
thought, while his wife was slaving over his work.  He sat back in his 
seat to make himself more comfortable.  He knew that there were many strip 
shows along Broadway, and he wondered if there was anything spectacular 
about this place that made Valerie want to work here.  Maybe Valerie had 
suggested he come to catch her act just to bring in the bucks ... maybe 
she got a cut.  He felt a little disappointed at the prospect, yet at the 
same time, he was anxious as hell for her to take off those clothes she 
was wearing.
     Valerie walked around the bedroom set as though she had just come 
home from work, and she wasn't moving in time to the music like most 
strippers.  Instead, she just began to remove her clothes like any girl 
her age might do, and the only thing that made her different was the 
fantastic shape of her sensual young body.  Her inky hair was silky and 
long, tied back in a ponytail style, and as she removed her dress, she had 
to swing the long strand of hair out of the way.  There was something 
about the way she moved that gave her the appearance of feline sensuality, 
and she was almost purring as her dress came off over her head.  Her under 
garments were black and lacy, and even with a bra on, it was apparent that 
her breasts were round and full.  At last he'd get to see them!  She 
turned her head in his direction, and he meekly raised his hand in a timid 
wave.  God, wouldn't it be wonderful if she's see him and wave back?  
Heads would turn then!  But she didn't.  Oh well, maybe the lights were 
blinding her.
     Almost casually, the young girl ran her hands lightly over her hips 
and belly as if feeling a stirring sensation within, and then she reached 
behind her back to unfasten the lacy bra.  It fell away from her luscious 
body like it was propelled by breasts strapped in too tightly, and the 
white smooth skin of her firm full breasts shone dazzingly in the bright 
stage lights.  They were as magnificent as any imagination would have 
them, and after setting her bra down on the chest of drawers, she rubbed 
her palms over the tips of the tiny brown nipples, in such a way as to 
instantly make them rise into hardness.
     Carl giggled to himself as he watched the young girl on the stage.  
Christ, but she was a beauty and from the feeling down there between his 
legs, his cock thought so, too.  But it surprised him to see the girl act 
so innocent of the audience that was but a few feet away, and when the 
girl took her bra off in such a casual manner, Carl felt his heart leap to 
his throat.  Damn!  He was so close to Valerie that he felt that he could 
reach out and touch her, and if that was true for him, then it was also 
true for the Texan sitting at the table next to her.  He felt embarrassed 
for Valerie having all these strangers watching her and he wondered if 
she'd ever had any problems with men jumping on stage and attacking her.  
Damn them if they did!
     The rest of the room was in near or total darkness, but his table was 
bathed in light from the stage.  She turned on stage and began walking 
around with her breasts pointing straight out, naked for all to see, and 
what made him even more crazy with lust, was the fact that all the girl 
had left on were think black stockings held up by a black lace garter belt 
around her slim waist.  Thank God she still had her black panties on which 
she seemed to be leaving alone, or he just might have to slither out to 
the men's room with a red face!
     Shifting his position in the chair, Cal picked up his glass of scotch 
and nervously drained it.  Robot-like, the redheaded waitress came by and 
picked it up before he could tell her he didn't care for another.  Looking 
up, he gasped aloud at the sight of a dark, tall man who, charged onto the 
stage.  He was carrying a briefcase which he held up threateningly at the 
girl, who began laughing.
     My God, was this for real?  Well, it had to be part of the show.  
They sure as hell wouldn't let just anybody on stage with a woman like 
that.
     And then ...
     The waitress set down a full shot of scotch  -- no ice this time -- 
and hissed, "Two bucks please, plus tip."  Oh damn, she was blocking his 
view, too, he slapped three bucks on her tray and waved her aside, 
coughing from her overpowering flower perfume.  Damn, now he missed what 
they were saying!
     Jesus, what the hell was that man doing to his Valerie?  Christ 
Almighty, he had overpowered her and was holding her arm behind her naked 
back and taking some short lengths of rope from the briefcase.  Everything 
seemed to be happening at lightning speed, and the next thing he saw, the 
girl was bent over the brass rail of the foot of the bed, and the man was 
tightening her wrists with pieces of rope.  With quick movements, the man 
tied the other ends of the ropes on the brass stead at the head end of the 
bed, and Valerie's arms were held squarely, her belly pressing against the 
rail at the foot of the bed.  My God!  Should he jump and help her?
     The man was around behind her in a flash, and he rapidly tied her 
ankles wide apart, each fastened to the rear legs of the bed.  Carl was 
completely awed by the sight before him!  The girl was like a prisoner of 
her bed, her beautiful young body held tightly against the metal pipe, and 
was bent forward over the mattress so that her full jutting breasts 
pointed straight down at the mattress.  Her arms were pulled parallel with 
the bed, and she was bent over as though her buttocks were a target.  Carl 
took a deep sip of his scotch, wincing at the acrid taste and summarized 
the situation.  Obviously, Valerie suffered from some persecution complex 
that she'd allow herself to be treated in such a dehumanizing, despicable 
manner.  No self-pride, she couldn't have.
     With her legs tied to the foot of the bedstead, the girl looked 
highly vulnerable to anything the man might do, and Carl felt himself 
shaking with fear and concern for the young girl who obviously was in for 
something unpleasant, judging from the sinister look on the man's face.  
All sorts of images flashed through his brain, and he drank a large full 
gulp of his scotch in an effort to calm his nerves.  He crossed his legs, 
hoping to quell the stirrings down there.
     Valerie was whimpering realistically now, as if she was actually 
afraid of the man on the stage with her.  Damn, it had to be part of the 
act!  Certainly City Ordinances wouldn't allow anything harmful to happen 
on stage, even in a place like this, which he'd purposely neglected to 
define, knowing it was a front for a whore house.
     Concerned, Carl twisted nervously in the chair while the bizarre 
sights in front of him continued.  The man on stage was grinning lewdly at 
the helpless position of the girl, and he seemed to ignore her pleas for 
mercy.  It was as though he was there uninvited, and when he moved toward 
the girl he took small steps that seemed to draw out the anticipation.  
Carl grinned to himself.  Hell, it's only an act; he wouldn't hurt 
Valerie.  But when the man grabbed at her panties, and with one very 
vicious tug, pulled the filmy material from her body, he was tempted to 
jump on stage and rescue her.
     "Please, don't!" Valerie pleaded, her big dark eyes widening in 
fright.  She was pulling at her bonds, and her buttocks wiggled lewdly as 
a result of her struggle, a movement which did not escape the watchful eye 
of Dr. Dexter.  The twin, moon-shaped globes were round and shapely, 
standing out clearly in the frame of her black stockings and garter belt.  
The torn threads of panties fell to the floor of the stage, where the man 
stood behind the girl, and he pinched the flesh of her buttocks, making 
her yelp in discomfort.  He laughed at her swift response, then shoving 
his hand in between the girl's smooth inner thighs, he lifted up to 
suddenly bury his fingers in the dark triangle of her curly pubic hair.
     My God, what was he doing to his Valerie?  Carl felt his heart 
pounding at a mile a minute, as he realized that he might be witnessing 
the rape of the poor girl tied to the bed -- his research subject!  Well, 
they sure as hell would have something to talk about this time!  That man 
torturing her had to be a sadist, no two ways about it.  God, he wanted to 
jump up there and slug that man!  He had to be a sicky dressed in that 
costume.
     He was a spot of black on stage, wearing black tight pants and a 
black shirt left open at the collar, but it wasn't his dress that gave him 
the sinister appearance.  He had an obvious scar on his right cheek, a 
wide red slash that could only have come from a knife fight.  His eyes 
flashed with rapid rabbit-like glances as he eyed the helpless girl, and 
his mouth was curled up at the corners in a sneer.  The culprit seemed 
completely oblivious to the girl's screams as he dug his fingers in her 
naked pussy, as if trying to determine if the girl was really ready for 
him.  Turning slightly, he moved quickly toward the black briefcase he had 
carried on stage with him, and when he pulled his right hand from inside 
it, he held a small, black whip.  In spite of its small size, the whip 
looked terrifying and sinister, and he drew his hand down smoothly, making 
a loud crack with the tiny leather tip of it.
     Carl practically jumped out of his chair at the sound of the cracking 
whip, and his heart was beating so damned fast, he could feel it in his 
throat.  Christ, he was going to beat Valerie!  Carl sat breathless as the 
man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of 
him.  When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand 
holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very 
clearly.  She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her 
face, it was difficult for her to look backward toward the man.  When she 
saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide with 
anxiety.
     "Ohhhh, don't do that to me!" she wailed in her high soprano trill, 
but her pleas were interrupted with the whip slapping down across her 
naked buttocks.
     "Aaaaggghhh!"  Heaving forward in a desperate attempt to get away 
from the blow, Valerie's breasts pressed into the mattress as she tried to 
pull herself free from the restraining bonds.  She was securely tied, and 
there was no escape for her.  The man raised his hand once again, and the 
whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than 
before.
     "Aaaagggghhhh!  Oooohhhh, don't hurt your Valerie!" thin red lines 
were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid 
indication of where the whip had struck her body.  Carl felt like every 
nerve and muscle in his body was tense as the man again raised his hand, 
holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke.  
The loud, lewd cracking sound echoed throughout the club, and the patrons 
seemed to remain so very quiet that no breathing was heard.  Another red 
welt ran parallel on the white cheeks of her sensuous buttocks, but her 
cries for mercy had turned to helpless, incoherent whimperings.
     "Jesus!" muttered the doctor to himself, feeling his forehead bead 
with perspiration, he wiggled in his seat and emptied his glass of scotch.  
It's just an act, he reminded himself; no reason to get so upset.  He made 
a conscious effort to block out the cruelty of this S-M act, but the 
subsequent blows of the whip sounded like cracking stings From hell.  
Then, as though he had been imagining all that preceded, Carl was shocked 
by the sudden change in Valerie's voice.  It was as though she was 
actually enjoying the painful whipping the man was giving her, and tiny 
drops of excited moisture seemed magically to appear between the girl's 
open thighs.
     The girl's buttocks were just a few feet away from where Carl was 
seated, and he could clearly see the pink valley of moist flesh between 
the hair-lined slit of her pussy.  Damn, but it was beautiful!  It was 
lubricating fluid from her cunt!  Carl couldn't believe it, but there was 
no denying what he could see with his own eyes!  The girl's whimpering had 
changed to moans of real pleasure, and she was rolling her buttocks as if 
to entice the man to strike her again and again.  Carl drank down the 
watered scotch from the melting ice cubes in his glass as he felt a 
strange growing sensation in his loins.  Damn, it was happening again!  
Something about the bizarre actions of the girl and man on-stage made his 
nerves tingle with the same excitement he had felt when Valerie first 
appeared on stage.  It was almost as if he could feel her sensuous hands 
running up and down his inner thighs, and his cock throbbed in the 
direction of the stage.  He tried to close his mind to the realization of 
his excitement, but he couldn't turn off the gnawing sensations that 
seemed to grow with each passing moment.  In spite of the terrible shame 
he felt for having become excited by some goddamned sadistic, he couldn't 
help but inch his fingers down toward the growing bulge in his pants.  He 
wriggled so that his chair was directly under his semi-circle single 
table, nervously watching to see if the Texan or his girl friend next to 
him was watching.  Just a little finger-tip stroke wouldn't hurt anything, 
and he'd stop if it got out of control.  Damn, but it felt good.  Although 
the man on stage was still half turned away from his line of vision, Carl 
couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in the crotch of his tight black 
pants, too.
     "Oooooh!  Uuuuuggggh!" moaned Valerie, and then she raised her red, 
striped buttocks up for another blow from the man's whip.  The man was 
looking at her with a lusting glazed expression of lewd vulgarity, and he 
came down hard with the whip, releasing the whole thing so that it flew 
across the stage, to land on the floor.  Carl followed the whip with his 
eyes, and when he returned her gaze to the man, he felt a new excitement, 
seeing him loosening his belt holding up his pants.  Hot damn!  If this 
scene got any juicier, Carl decided he'd apply for another grant and study 
these strange people who delighted in hurting one another!
     "Hurry, baby!  I want it now!  Please fuck me, honey!" Valerie 
shouted out at the man behind her.  He pulled his shirt off over his head 
without loosening the buttons, and then he dug his fingers into the top of 
his pants.  Carl watched in lewd fascination as the man pulled his pants 
down.  He wasn't wearing any undergarments, and as the black material 
cleared his hips, a rigid column of flesh sprang suddenly straight out 
from the dark tangle of his exposed pubic hair.  His gigantic cock was 
throbbing red in the bright stage lighting, a thick fleshy staff of 
lusting flesh that looked big enough to fill two people the size of 
Valerie Barren!  The giant head was throbbing, and Carl could see tiny 
drops of seminal fluid seeping just inside the dilated slit at the end.  
The blood filled veins lining the length of the huge column of hardened 
male flesh seemed to grow with pumping liquid as the man kicked his pants 
clear of his feet.  He stood behind the girl, his naked body appearing 
white next to the black stockings which covered the girl's legs.  He held 
his throbbing cock in his left hand as he moved closer to the girl's 
exposed buttocks, and when he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened 
cock was but an inch from the soft dividing crevice formed by her ass-
cheeks.  He stroked his cock for a short moment, standing in such a way 
that the girl had a hard time looking back at him.
     Jesus Christ!  Carl thought, giving his own hard cock an extra pet, I 
can't believe this!  This is a hell of a lot better than those damned 
interviews!  This is first hand!  God, but I wish I had a camera.
     "Fuck her in the ass!"
     Carl was shocked by the words spit into the blackness of the 
nightclub, and in spite of his revulsion, he turned to see who had spoken 
them.  These fucking Texans, though Carl, glancing at the tall man at the 
table next to him who was pounding his fist on the small semi-circle in 
front of him.  And his girlfriend seemed to agree -- that's what truly 
baffled the doctor.  The tourists -- the big Texan and the small girl -- 
were holding onto each other as if they were the only people in the whole 
place, and for an instant, Carl thought the Texan was going to throw his 
girl friend on the floor and start lashing her with his belt, the way he 
was going at it!  At this point, Carl decided, nothing short of a murder 
would surprise him!
     Quickly, he turned his attention back to the stage, not wanting to 
miss any of the action -- nor did he want to raise the ire of the big-
mouth Texan by staring too long.  What he saw when he looked at the stage, 
then, was the girl's naked buttocks spread wide so that her anus was 
completely visible to the audience.  The elastic like ring of flesh seemed 
to pucker out and in, a brownish pink little hole just waiting to be 
filled.  It didn't seem possible!  Carl was stunned at the thought of all 
of this happening right there on stage just feet away.
     The man on stage bent over, his face close to the tiny throbbing 
mouth, and he let a large drop of spittle fall from his lips to land on 
the puckered little mouth.
     "Yes, oh baby, do it!  Fuck me in the ass!" Valerie groaned, her 
words shocking Carl more than from the Texan, as he'd never heard of a 
girl actually wanting it there before.  Yet, the girl did seem to welcome 
it, even wanted it, and she was quickly squirming her buttocks backward 
toward the man as an added emphasis to her wishes.
     "Uuuuggghh!  Yessssss!" she grunted as the man worked his middle 
finger into the tight, visibly sucking passage of her rectum.  His finger 
sunk all the way up to his palm as he wormed it into the tight, clinging 
tunnel, and she screamed from rising pleasure rather that from pain.
     Carl felt a tiny pulsing sensation in his cock at the thought of 
sticking his own finger into the girl's anus.  He watched with lewd wonder 
as the man teased his finger in and out of the rhythmically sucking flesh, 
and the girl wriggled her naked buttocks back against the palm of his hand 
making deep moaning sounds of pleasure.  At the same time, the man held 
his erect cock with his other hand, stroking it with the motions of his 
finger working in her gradually expanding anal passage.
     The entire room was completely silent now, except for the clattering 
of glasses at the bar and for periodic sounds of heavy breathing, and Carl 
was frozen to his chair as he couldn't take his eyes from the lusting 
couple performing just a few feet in front of him.  The couple at the 
other table were close to one another, as if they had all the privacy in 
the world, and Carl kept his eyes away from them out of fear of seeing 
something that might set off his spurting cum!  The action of the man and 
girl on the stage was bad enough, without more stimulation to drive him 
crazy!
     On stage now, the man pulled his finger from the girl's anus with a 
quick jerking movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear 
of the tight passage, and Carl couldn't help noticing that his cock had 
grown to tremendous size.
     The purple head seemed to visibly throb with his excitement, and he 
cruelly dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks cheeks, pulling 
them wide apart in preparation for the greater entry to come.  He shoved 
his hips forward until the great bulbous head was in contact with the 
tight, quivering little anus of Valerie Barren.  The girl still continued 
to wriggle her buttocks back as best she could within the limits of her 
restraining bonds.  She was completely vulnerable to the man's assault, 
yet she acted like she wanted his cock inside her ass!  It was difficult 
for Carl to imagine any woman preferring to be fucked in the ass, if given 
the choice, but that's just what was happening up there on the stage!