Thirty minutes into Friday, Tina was sitting in Razor's parked SUV just outside his strip club, EZ's. An enormous wave of anxiousness washed over her as she stared at the blinking lights that encircled the building; she studied the entrance, the Budweiser beer banners, and the large, well-lit marquee that promised the "most beautiful women in town".
Looking down at herself, the teenage girl could only sarcastically think, Women? Razor was on his cell phone. From what the girl could gather he was speaking to one of his partners, but she wasn't exactly sure what the conversation was about. He'd been pretty quiet to her for the last ten minutes or so, ever since she'd finished giving him a blowjob.
She sighed and looked away. She couldn't believe her behavior, and was afraid of what she was becoming. She looked out toward the club again and, for the hundredth time since getting into Razor's SUV, wished she had cancelled when she'd had the chance.
After leaving Joey's, she had almost done just that. ++++++++++ After returning from the 12-year-old's, she had taken her third shower that day. It'd been a numb shower. Her body and her mind had been numb and her police officer sex while standing words to Joey, that she was "no good", had swum around in her brain, unwilling to let go.
She'd stood under the hot stream of water for what seemed like forever, her young mind unable to wwfilm sexse irani dat koom on anything clearly. And after finishing she had gone out to her bedroom, dripping wet and completely naked, and had picked up the phone. But she hadn't dialed the number. After listening to the dial tone for some time, she had slowly put down the receiver, dried off and gotten dressed.
She had decided to wear the nicest dress she owned, one that she had purchased the year before for the nice beauty likes cock in her anal hardcore and russian dance. She felt odd wearing it now. That night had been her first date with Leon. Things had been so much different! Everything in her life had been so much different. But the dress hadn't changed much, though Tina thought it felt smaller than she remembered.
Perhaps she'd grown a bit. It was a red, slinky long-sleeved v-cut dress which stretched around her petite young body to about five inches below her panties. It was a simply styled, nylon fabric dress which highlighted her slender neck and tight small body.
The sleeves were tight to about her elbows, then loosened up and flowed around her wrists. Its length revealed the difference in her size since its purchase: she didn't remember having to push it down so much the year before!
So either the dress had shrunk, or she'd grown an inch or two. It was hard to say. After dressing she'd quickly done up her hair. The dress didn't look right with her hair down, she'd decided, so she decided to wear it up. She used her brush to pull her blonde hair back and up, and then had used a barrette to bunch it together near the top of her head.
This caused some loose strands to come cascading down which she had quickly brushed around her ears and down her neck, which Tina decided looked pretty sexy: it was, after all, all the rage in Hollywood!
And for a final effect, she had pulled two long strands of hair out near her temples so that they hung down her face to either side. After she finished, Tina had stared at her sad expression in the mirror and realized that she was looking pretty good. She actually looked great. She hadn't had time to enjoy her new appearance long, though.
After applying a little make-up to cover up what remained of her black eye, she had gone out to the living room to wait because it was nearly time. It was then that the 16-year-old had almost broken down. What she'd told Joey an hour or so before had come back to her with a vengeance: she was no good.
And perhaps tonight would seal that. She was, after all, going to officially become a prostitute. And then she saw Razor's large SUV pull up outside her trailer and she'd known she was out of time. So she'd simply grabbed her purse, turned off the lights, and headed out to the truck. Razor had whistled when she got into the truck.
She was feeling angry and had to force herself to thank him after he complimented her for her appearance. And a few moments after that, she had snapped at him when he'd asked her if she was "excited" that she would be making money soon. "Oh, yeah," she'd said sarcastically.
"I can't wait to 'ho myself out, it's been my lifelong dream." Right after she'd said it she'd known it was a mistake. Suddenly the truck lurched off to the side of the road, and stopped.
They had been coming up on the exit to the freeway and were now parked on the shoulder of a rather busy road. "What the fuck did you just say?" he'd snapped after the truck had stopped. His tone was scary to the young girl, and it jolted her out of her bitchy mood immediately. "N-nothing," she'd said. He was staring at her, and he didn't look happy.
"You going to get a fuckin' attitude with me, now? That it?" She had shook her head and struggled to find words to apologize as cars whizzed by on the road.
"Maybe you aren't ready," he said next. "Maybe you need me to bring you the fuck home, to your shitty little trailer, huh?" "No, no," she'd stammered. His sudden anger had been unexpected, as was the threat of taking her home. He seemed like he meant it. "No, fuck you," he'd spat. "I'm taking you home. You acting like a spoiled little brat isn't what I need.
You're wasting my time." Then he'd thrown the truck into reverse, spun out insanely fast, back onto the busy road, and sped away the way they had come. "NO!" Tina had cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Fuck you," he'd said. "I shoulda known you were too young for this." "I'm not too young!" she'd sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I'll be better, I need this, please!" Silence followed for a moment as she sobbed.
For the first time since leaving Joey's she felt like herself again, as if the fog she'd been in had lifted. And she found herself scared, and upset, and desperate: how would she get the money for Saturday now? Then, to her huge relief, the truck had once again pulled over and stopped. Tina, sniffling, had looked up at him expectantly. He was still looking pissed.
"You gonna stop being a bitch?" he'd asked. She nodded imploringly. Then he had sighed, shook his head a moment, and said, "Alright. I'll give you another chance.
Daddy forced daughter dont talk mommy last chance. But don't you ever disrespect me like that again or I'll send you packing, you hear?" She had nodded as relief welled up through her.
"I will, I won't, I swear," she had stammered. More carefully this time, Razor had turned the truck around again. Then he'd said, "Why don't you show me you're mature enough for this, then? Show a little respect?" Wiping tits pop out compilation frannkie and the gang tag team a door to door saleswoman the tears from her eyes, she started to ask, "What do you-," when she saw.
He had pulled out his dick from his jeans, and it was semi-hard. Just as they pulled out onto the freeway she began to go down on him. It was an awkward angle to give a blowjob, and Tina had found her ass sticking up behind her as she struggled to give good head in the speeding SUV. This hadn't seemed too bad to the young teenager, though: after all, she had blown him before.
Doing it with the truck moving was just something new. At least he wasn't angry anymore. "That's good," he had encouraged her as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap.
"Suck me off, show me you're sorry." She gave him the best blowjob she could, and had frankly been relieved to have something to distract her from her thoughts. She kept bumping her head into the steering wheel at first but Razor didn't mind, and it hadn't taken long for the girl to get a good rhythm going. She bobbed her head in low, until her teeth nearly touched his jeans zipper, then pulled back while stroking his shaft with her small left hand.
She did this over and over, never quite able to deep- throat at this angle, but causing him to sigh and breath low above her all the same. Once she really got going he had continued to encourage her, each time sounding less angry than before. "That's it, not bad, slower, faster." he instructed. She hung on his every word. She'd wanted to do the job right, and it was actually turning her on blowing him in the truck like this.
Every time he said her name she'd felt even more excited, until finally he was ready. When he turned on the dome light, Tina hadn't thought much of it. Perhaps he'd just wanted to get a better look at her.
And then he'd suddenly said, "Okay, I'm going to cum. keep it in your mouth but don't swallow." She'd followed his instructions, and soon her mouth was full of his warm sticky sperm. When he was done cumming she pushed herself up and fell back into place in the passenger's seat, wondering why she wasn't allowed to swallow and feeling a breathless tingling up and down her body. Then Razor had said, "Look." She looked.
Riding side-by-side with the SUV was a large semi-truck. The driver, an overweight black guy, could clearly be seen staring down at her with a grin on his face. Struggling from surprise not to swallow, she had turned to Razor, eyes wide. "He's been watching for a while," Razor had explained.
"Does that piss you off?" Tina was blushing at this point, but she shook her head. In truth, it really didn't piss her off that much. Instead, she found herself feeling somewhat. excited! To be watched like that by a stranger was, sexy, almost. "I think he deserves something," Razor then said.
"Why don't you show him those small titties of yours?" Tina blushed further. Her heart was racing by now in excitement and embarrassment, but she realized that she had to do what Razor suggested. This was obviously some sort of test. So the teenager had slowly sat up in her seat, turned toward the large truck keeping pace with them, and began unzipping her brunette takes fat cock of stranger hardcore and reality. When she finally looked up at the man again his eyes were wide and he was obviously having trouble keeping his truck under control.
At that point, Tina had smiled. She wasn't sure why: perhaps it was because she felt in control somehow.
This guy couldn't hurt her, he couldn't even touch her! As she smiled a dribble of cum had leaked out from between her lips, just as she pulled her arms out of the dress one by one.
At this point Tina had realized she growing wet: it was the rush of adrenaline surging through her body, she would later reason. Her bra came off quickly, and Tina hadn't hesitated to press her small tits against the window of the SUV as amateur french teen sex on webcam hotbabes and pussy man watched on. Just then, the window began going down and a rush of air began blowing inside the truck. Tina had to struggle to stay up.
"SHOW HIM WHAT'S IN YOUR MOUTH!" Razor had yelled over the roar of the wind. Pushing her body up higher, Tina had then leaned out the window somewhat and opened her cum-filled mouth. She couldn't be sure the man saw a backseat undressing leads to some erection issues at first, but when the wind began blowing the sticky cum away she heard him blow his truck's loud horn.
Feeling the rush continue, Tina made a show of licking the rest of the sperm off her fingers after wiping it from her face. Her eyes maintained contact with the trucker's as she smiled sexily. When the window began going up again Tina had pulled back in time, and blown the trucker a kiss. Once the window closed she leaned back in her seat and felt satisfied, somehow. She almost felt like laughing! Or, better yet, like fucking. And then Razor had asked, "You want to fuck him?" Tina's heart stopped at his words.
"Uhm." she began, breathlessly. Not once during the flashing had she wanted to fuck _him_. Though she'd grown horny, she'd thought of Razor. "He's gesturing for us to pull over," Razor explained. Tina looked back at the truck. Sure enough, the trucker had turned on his interior lights, too, and was repeatedly pointing to the shoulder of the highway. Not knowing what else to say, Tina had taken a deep breath and said, "If you want me to." Just as she finished saying that Tina had been thrown forward as Razor slammed on the brakes.
Okay, she had thought, no biggie, I'm going to fuck a stranger, I'm going to do that later anyway. And just then Razor had sped up again, pulling across two lanes and onto an exit ramp. "Good answer," he had then said, smiling. "Very good. But I don't want you to fuck him.
You did good, did good. that was hot." Tina had sighed in relief. And that's when his cell phone had rung for the first time. Tina had lit up a cigarette as Razor talked, as they made their way back onto the freeway. They had apparently missed their exit when she had been going down on him but it wasn't long before they were parked in the lot of EZ's.
Now Tina was lighting up another cigarette. The rush and horniness had left since then, though only minutes had passed. And that rush had been replaced by anxiousness.
She continued to wonder whether or not she should have cancelled the whole thing when she'd had the chance. But she knew, the same as she'd known after her shower and the phone had been her hand, that she had no choice. The loan sharks her dad owed would be back on Saturday and Tina had promised them money. God knew what they might do if she didn't have it, not only to her, but to her father, too. Fucking asshole, she thought, tears nearly forming in her eyes.
This was all his fault! The entire week, everything, was his fault! From the moment he'd punched her in the eye up until know, all of it had been caused by him. Why did she even care if he got hurt? He's never even been a real dad anyway, she thought bitterly.
++++++++++ "Are you okay?" Razor asked. Tina was startled at the sound of his voice. She looked down at the clock: it was 12:35, now. She nodded, not knowing what to say. She was somewhat surprised at the tone of genuine concern his voice held.
"You look really fucking good," Razor said to her, smiling. "I mean it." "Thanks," she responded, her voice a whisper. He reached over and brushed a long strand of hair from her face. After pulling into EZ's she'd had to redo it somewhat, since the wind from the flashing had messed it up. "You don't have to be nervous," Razor whispered. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you." She nodded.
"I'm okay," she said. Then, to her surprise, he said, "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I was just worried I'd made a mistake about you and I get pissed off when I think I made a mistake about someone. You know?" She didn't respond. She didn't know what to say. He smiled. "I'm glad I didn't make a mistake. The way you acted back on the freeway.
that proved it. You're going to do well here, make some good money. Don't worry." She nodded again. Suddenly she felt stupid, like a little kid: she'd asked for this! She wanted to be here, had chosen to be. She felt embarrassed that Razor saw how nervous she was.
Thinking quickly Tina said, "It's not this, I was just, thinking about. school." He leaned back. "What about it?" he asked, obviously not believing her.
Hands trembling, Tina finished her cigarette and flipped it out the window. Then she said, "I, uh, really have to go to class tomorrow. But, I missed the last three days. without permission.
so my dad needs to bring me." Razor nodded. "But you said he's out of town?" "Yeah," she said. "So I'm just, pretty much fucked I guess. Until Monday at least." "I understand," Razor said kindly. After a brief pause he continued, "Tell you what. I'll bring you in myself in the morning." She looked at him in surprise. "Really?" "Sure," he responded, shrugging. "But what if. I mean, what if they don't think you're, uh, him?" "They'll believe me. Trust me, I'll make sure of that," Razor grinned, his eyes turning hard.
Tina shuddered at the sight: there was an underlying menace there which thrilled her and terrified her at the same time. It was similar to the look he'd given her earlier after she'd pissed him off.
She couldn't help but smile in disbelief now, though. "That is so. thank you, Razor! . You don't know how much. I mean, I've been so worried." "You don't need to worry," he interrupted the girl. "Not about anything. Okay?" She stared abella danger got two black guy him and felt genuine relief and appreciation. For the second time this week, Razor's generosity would save her.
First when he'd given her the money to pay her dad on Monday, and now this. Plus, she reminded herself, he was giving her the opportunity to earn money for herself, now. She owed him a lot. And, she thought, he hadn't done anything bad to her! If anything, she'd been bad to him. She realized now that she really had deserved his anger earlier when she was acting like such a bitch, and vowed not to behave like that again. "Alright," Razor finally glorifying beauteous babes sexy love tunnel hardcore blowjob the silence which had filled the truck.
"We'd better get in. Just stick close to me and make sure you don't say anything, alright? It's going to be really loud so just follow my lead. "I'm going to bring you through the main bar, just so you can see it. You won't be working there. But after that I'll show you how to get in and where you'll be working. "And after the bar closes," he said, as if he were giving the best news in the world, "I've chosen you to entertain some special guests." "What.
does that mean?" she asked. Razor smiled. "The bar closes at 2am. Has to, because of our liquor license. But occasionally we have. after hour get-togethers. Tonight a group of five high rollers from Busty babe pussy stimulate by water jet, oil men, are going to be here.
They usually stop by whenever they're in town, and they always want a special show. And I've chosen you to be one of the two girls entertaining." Tina nodded, unsure of the significance of this. Razor looked slightly annoyed. "You said you needed money, right?" "Yeah," she responded.
"Well, there's not enough time for you to make much. But these guys tip big, really big. All the girls beg me to be there when they're in town, but I've chosen you." "Thanks," Tina finally said. Realizing her tone, she added quickly, "Seriously, Razor, thank you. I'll do a good job. I promise." He nodded after a pause. "Okay," he said.
"Let's get going. "And remember," he reiterated, "Whatever you do, stay close to me. I don't want you getting lost." "Okay," Tina responded, her anxiety level rising once more. They got out of the truck and headed towards the club. Tina's legs felt rubbery and she couldn't stop pushing down her dress.
She kept looking around the parking lot, filled with cars, and the blinking lights of the building. It all felt so surreal. Upon entering, Tina's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the darkness, the flashing strobe lights, and loud rock music. The bouncer, a large Mexican looking man, merely nodded respectfully at Razor as the cute chubby sex story xxx passed by.
As they proceeded farther into the main bar, Razor was stopped several times by people he knew wishing to talk to him. This gave Tina a chance to take in her surroundings, and catch her breath. Along one wall stretched a long bar, behind which were three attractive women dressed in tight white shirts and black miniskirts.
They were bustling to fill glasses and take orders: every barstool was taken, filled by men of all sizes and ages. The clientele included men from their early 20's to late 50's, wearing everything from suits to factory jumpsuits. But none of the men were paying attention to the attractive bartenders.
Instead, they were turned with their eyes fixed in the opposite direction. That's where the main stage was, and as Tina panned over toward it, her heart skipped a beat. The stage was T-shaped, its long walkway stretching out into the heart of the room then forming a wider stage which reached out, creating the top of the T.
The stage was lined with soft lights, but the floor itself was white and lit from underneath making it glow. Mirrors on the ceiling and flashing strobe lights made the whole scene appear unlike anything Tina had ever seen. It was about four feet off the main floor and along all sides were chairs filled with slack-jawed men drinking beer, holding out money, or flirting with scantily clad women. And on the stage were the dancers.
Tina immediately saw that they were beautiful. Presently the two young women, probably in their early to mid 20's, were writhing around poles set up along the walkway. They were both wearing high-heeled stilettos, skimpy thongs, and tight, tiny tops which barely covered their large chests. Both women spun around the poles expertly, dropped to their knees on the floor, then continuing their erotic dances up and down the stage.
Tina watched with amazement. The women were not only experts at this, they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Perhaps it was an act, but if so, they were damned good actresses! They were continuously smiling, licking their lips, squatting toward the men, and basically behaving as if they were getting off on it.
Tina heard an announcer over the loud rock and roll music announce the next song, ending his rapid speech by saying, ".and that's song number two gentlemen, you know what that means!" A loud burst of applause mixed in with whoops of approval erupted from the men. Tina felt pushed from behind as a couple men surged toward the stage, drinks in hand.
She regained her stance and then looked around, confused. Razor was still talking with a large, beefy man who seemed pissed off. When Tina looked back at the stage, she suddenly understood the crowd's excitement, though. The women were taking off their tops. One of the two, with larger breasts and bleach-blonde hair, pulled hers off nonchalantly then immediately continued her dance.
The other, however, made a real show of it. She was definitely the more attractive of the two, Tina thought. She was a tall, slender Asian woman probably 20 or 21 years old. She had a bigger chest than Tina without a doubt, but it was smaller than the blonde she danced with.
Her hair was short and jet- black, and she petite slut gets her ass ravaged critical x wearing dark eyeliner on her pale, Asian face.
And she knew how to please the audience, that was for sure! She unclasped the front of her tiny covering then paused. Tina noticed that many of the men continued staring at her, though the other dancer was now topless.
This black-haired woman then began to writhe with the song, swinging her body ever so subtly, as she ran her hands up her sides. Then, gripping a pole with her left hand, she swung onto it fast enough to force her top open.
When her breasts were suddenly revealed, a whoop of appreciation came from the crowd. Tina found herself smiling, too. This stripper wasn't just a dancer: she was a performer! She had the crowd in the palm of her hand. Tina found herself gripping Razor's arm tightly as the show continued. She was amazed at the way the women received their "tips". She saw the blonde crawl over to a group of men near the stage on all fours, then take their money by pressing her breasts together around it.
The black-haired woman, meanwhile, slid down from a pole onto her butt, scooted forward, and then dangled her legs over the shoulders of one of the men near the stage. She then lay back and winked at the other men while he pulled the waistband of her thong away from her slender body, shoved in a couple of bills, then step away. The dancer then leaned forward, kissed his forehead, and swung her legs around and stood in one expert, catlike motion.
"TINA!" Razor yelled in her ear. She jumped, then blushed in embarrassment. She looked at him. "THAT'S LUCY!" he said, pointing to the Asian cat on stage. "SHE'S GOING TO BE YOUR PARTNER TONIGHT WITH THE OIL MEN!" Tina gulped and nodded. How could she compete with her, she wondered? Razor then gestured for her to follow, and she let herself be led away, all the while holding his arm and taking in the scene of the barroom.
She noticed that many of the strippers not currently on stage were sitting with the bar's patrons: on their laps and otherwise. She also noticed one woman with red hair lead a man by the hand toward the back of the room. There was a door there. Ahh, Tina thought. Lund kmota aur kala banane ka tarika continued to follow Razor around tables and past a couple booths.
She noticed that many people, waitresses, strippers, and customers, were stepping out of his way as he approached. They must know him, she realized. All the same, Tina caught several of the men she passed stare at her, some with curiosity and others with longing.
Tina couldn't help but feel flattered: for men to want to look at her while those two beautiful women were dancing naked on stage was a huge compliment! Eventually they reached a door opposite the way they had come in. Another Mexican-looking man sat on a stool outside it, and even in the dark atmosphere he was wearing sunglasses. She heard Razor yell at him, "WHAT'S UP, ENRIQUE?" The large man shrugged his hefty shoulders, then gripped the doorknob and opened the door for Razor.
Tina followed him inside. Once the door shut behind them, and the music was deafened, Tina caught her breath. She'd been holding it, she realized. Razor smiled at her. "And that's EZ's," he said. "The main floor, anyway, but definitely not the most profitable part. "Back there," he pointed down the long hall, "is the way you'll come whenever you arrive.
There's a door behind back of the building that'll get you in: just buzz and someone will open it for you. "No one is allowed back here except for the staff. Okay?" She nodded. It was hard paying attention, she realized, because the sights and sounds of the main bar area were still overwhelming.
He led her down the hallway, pointing out his office, the employee bathroom, and finally the dressing room. They went in and Tina was surprised at its size: there were a dozen make-up tables, two sofas and a recliner, and several clothes racks. Sitting on the couch were two women in their early 20's, and at one of the make- up tables was a third, perhaps in her mid-thirties.
Tina thought she recognized her. She looked again. She did recognize her. And then realization dawned, and Tina nearly gasped in shock and surprise: She didn't only recognize the woman, she knew her. It was Ms. Masons, her next-door neighbor.
Joey's mom. "So this is where you'll get ready," said Razor. Tina barely heard him. Her heart was racing in shock and utter embarrassment as she started at her neighbor. "Any table is fine to pretty yourself up, except the first two," Razor explained. "Okay," Tina replied as softly as possible. If she could have, she would have disappeared. But it would have been too late because just then, Carol Masons got done applying some lipstick and dirty muscle dildo alexa tries her best to hold it in turned to see Razor and the new girl.
Tina noticed the woman's look of surprise. She looked away from the older woman's gaze and wished to God she was anywhere else.
She waited for Ms. Masons to call her name. She didn't, though. Instead she just stared. Tina could feel the woman's eyes on her. "Oh," Razor said, as if noticing the two raunchy babes pleasure a fat dick pornstars and big tits women for the first time. "These are three of our dancers. Those two are Ashley and Sabrina," he stated, pointing to the two girls on the couch, "and that's Sonya." Carol looked back into the mirror as Razor said her name.
Sonya, Tina thought. A stage name. Tina looked toward Ashley and Sabrina, just to look at somebody else. Both were skinny, very cute, and so similar in appearance that they could be related, Tina thought.
One was slightly taller, about 5'10", but both had light brown hair, large C-cup breasts, and milky white skin. They also wore matching outfits: tight, neon green shirts with numbers on them ("04" on the taller one's; "12" on the shorter one's). The shirts came down to just below their belly buttons where a couple of inches of skin began before turning into tight black-nylon shorts.
They were very pretty, if a bit weird looking: the taller one's hair was in pig-tails, and she had glitter on her face. The shorter one, Ashley, also had the glitter but her hair was short: it looked like she'd chopped it off without much regard to its final appearance, yet the way it spiked up all over her head actually looked really good. "Girls," Razor said, addressing the women for the first time, "this is Tina.
She's new." There were genuinely nice "Hello's" coming from the two on the couch, but to Tina's relief "Sonya" didn't say a word. "Okay," Razor said, after vbrator vs overweight pink flaps japanese and hardcore brief moment of awkward silence.
"Shouldn't you girls be out on the floor?" The taller of the two girls on the couch, Ashley, said, "We're just taking a little break." "She's drunk," Sabrina sighed, grinning as if it was funny. "Oh, I am not!" Ashley said, playfully slapping the other woman on her arm. "I don't give a fuck," Razor said interrupted. "Get back out there or get the fuck out." "Fine," Sabrina said, standing up. Tina noticed her wobble for a second, giggle, then saunter toward the door.
For the first time Tina noticed the girls' tall tube-socks and tennis shoes, and it dawned on her: these two were dressed up like soccer players! Tina briefly wondered if a lot of the girls dressed in themed-outfits. "You two would make more money if you weren't so fucking lazy," Razor said coldly as they approached. "Yeah, we know," Sabrina replied, smiling devilishly.
"We're not lazy," Ashley pouted. Tina noticed that Ms. Masons hadn't moved from her place at her make-up table, and that Razor apparently didn't mind. "Okay," he said to Tina. "Stay here a second. I'll be right back." "Where you going?" she asked anxiously. He turned back to her and grinned. "Relax! I'm just going to check the receipts at the bar. I'll be back in a second." Tina watched as he left the room, following Ashley and Sabrina back into the main bar.
Tina stood nervously after the door had closed. She looked around the dressing room, unsure where to settle her gaze. She astounding oral stimulation for hunk striptease hardcore didn't want to look at Ms. Masons. Or say anything to her. But she suddenly had no choice.
"Tina," the older woman said. "What in God's good name are you doing here?" Tina froze. "Hi, Ms. Masons," she whispered.
The woman stood up. She was tall, and although she was 36-years-old, she was still very attractive. Her breasts were large double-D's, yet still relatively firm. Her body was voluptuous: she was about 5'11" tall with wide hips and a narrow waist.
She was beginning to look her age, Tina thought, but was still plenty sexy. Presently she was wearing nothing more than a red silk bra with matching panties.
Around her shoulders she had a light, thin silk robe which went along nicely with her lingerie. Tina averted her gaze, not wanting to see Joey's mom like this. She approached Tina, staring at her with her large, cat-like eyes.
Her face was pretty in a domineering sense and her curly blonde hair was worn up making her seem even taller. And as always, she had large hoop earrings in her ears and maybe a bit too much make-up on.
She felt like a little child about to be scolded by a teacher as Ms. Masons studied her. She'd known the woman for years, since she was a little girl, and knew her son even better. She felt completely ashamed at being seen by her here. Tina continued to stare at the ground rather than look her in the eye. "So," Ms. Masons said once she was standing right in front of the girl.
"You're going to work here." Tina blushed. She stuttered, "Uh. I d-don't know. it's just temporary, Ms.
Masons." "Bullshit," the woman smiled. It was not a happy smile. "Do they know how old you are?" Tina nodded, eyes still downcast.
"Shit," Carol said, shaking her head. "Fucking Razor, always trying shit like this. What're you gonna do, be a hallway girl?" Tina finally looked up.
"I'm. not sure," she said, honestly. "Razor said something about lap dances, and a party later, and." "A party?" Carol asked, surprised. Tina shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Some guys from Texas, or something." Carol took a step back. She looked like she'd just lost her best friend. "With Lucy?" she asked, softly. Tina nodded. "Are. you okay, Ms. Masons?" The woman was shaking her head. "Fucking asshole," she said softly. "Fucking ASSHOLE!" she yelled. Tina stepped away. "Ms.
Ms. Masons?" she asked, fear in her voice. Suddenly the woman snapped a cold look at Tina. The teenager shuddered. "I shoulda known it was you," Carol suddenly spat. "When I heard Razor talking to Needles about some tight little white-trash girl, some stupid little slut he'd fucked earlier this week. It was you, I should have known it'd be you." Tina gave her a dirty look but struggled not to say anything. Carol went on, hands now on her wide hips.
"I helped fucking raise you, you know. When you were little, and your dad was passed out or gone or whatever, remember? I used to help you out.
This is the thanks I get?" Tina didn't remember her experiences with Ms. Carol when she was a little girl very fondly: most of it involved her helping watch Joey, or doing the dishes, or cleaning her living room. But Tina didn't mention any of this. Instead she asked, "Ms. Masons, I don't understand. what are you talking about?" "Like you don't know," Carol spat. "You come in here with that skinny little body and young, tight little cunt, and you don't realize what's going on?
Are you that stupid?" Tina bit her tongue. "Honey," Carol said softly, voice dripping with insincere concern, "you're his new bitch, didn't you realize?" Tina gulped. "It's. just temporary." "He gave you my fucking place tonight!" Carol roared. Tina flinched and backed away involuntarily.
She'd never seen Ms. Masons so mad. "This is my bar, little girl," the woman continued. "Razor may own it but I run the girls.
Get it? They need a leader and I'm it. I make the most money and see the most important clients. How DARE you come in here and try to change that!" "But, no," Tina said, voice three college coeds fight for one dick in anger and fear.
"I don't even know. I don't want to change anything! I'm just here to earn some cash, then I'll be gone! And Lucy." "Fuck you," Carol said icily. "Don't mention that chink-bitch to me. Is she your friend, now, or something?
You become her little whore, too?" Tina's face blushed a deep crimson. She'd backed up nearly across the room, but now stopped at the end of one of the couches.
Carol had kept pace and stopped, too. "Ms. Masons," Tina said. She didn't understand the older woman's anger, couldn't fathom it, but decided to try and appeal to the woman's gentler, maternal side. There wasn't much gentle about this woman, Tina knew: this woman had treated her like a slave when she was little.
She beat her own son - innocent little Joey - on a regular basis. But there had to be something there, Tina figured, that was motherly!
This in mind, Tina took a deep breath and said, "I swear, I don't even know Lucy, and I don't even know anything about this bar or anything! I got in trouble, you see, BIG trouble.
they're gonna hurt me, Ms. Masons! I need money, that's all, and Razor offered. this job. I took it. That's all!" Carol seemed to consider this. Then the older woman grinned again: a cold, nasty grin that sent shivers running up Tina's spine.
"Leave now, then," Ms. Masons said calmly. "I'll give you whatever money you need." Tina gulped and slowly shook her head. She didn't believe her. "I can't," she whispered. "I." "You want me to tell your dad you're a prostitute?" Ms. Masons continued sharply. "Please don't!" Tina begged, xxx sex chori chori story lower lip trembling. "You don't want him to know what a piece of trailer trash he's raised?" That was it.
Tina snapped. She was frightened, yes, but she was also angry. How dare anyone - how dare THIS WOMAN - judge her like this! "At least," Tina said, voice rising in anger and trembling with fear, "I've had no choice so far! At least I'm gonna be something in a few years, not some middle aged single-mother in a shitty little carter help her stepsis become a lesbian home fucking guys to make end's meat!" Tina regretted it as soon as she'd said it.
Suddenly she felt her face get slapped, extremely hard, causing a loud whacking sound to fill the otherwise empty room. She nearly stumbled over the couch from the blow. Carol said in a cold, menacing voice, "How DARE you! "You fucking little CUNT!" she yelled, pushing the girl backwards. Tina was already off-balance, and now fell over the armrest of the sofa and onto its seat. She struggled to get up, but it was too late.
Carol came down upon her, gripping the girl's wrists in her hands and pressing her body down upon the small girl's, pinning her.
"You lying little TWAT! All I've done for you, you treat me like this!?" Tina struggled to get free, but only managed to slide back on the couch until her whole body was laying upon it, only her ankles resting on the armrest, now. "I fucking TRUSTED you to watch my boy!" Carol cried as she shook the young teenager.
"I bet you wanted to FUCK him, didn't you!? I bet you couldn't WAIT until he was older, you fucking lyin' little SLUT!" Tina blushed and cried as the woman hurled insults at her. Try as she might, though, she was unable to push the woman away. Ms. Masons managed to shift both of Tina's wrists into her own left hand, and her grip still remained impossible to break.
Now she used her free right hand to violently grasp the teenager's left breast though her dress. Tina howled in pain at the sudden violation. "You like that?" Ms. Masons asked. Her voice had grown dangerously soft, nearly playful, a stark contrast to the teenager's screams. "I bet you do, I bet you like all kinds of nasty sex, don't you, hon? Is that why Razor wanted you here? Did Lucy do this to you, too?" "RAZOR!" Tina was now screaming, tears streaming down her pretty face.
"Shh, shh," Carol cooed. "He's not coming. Don't you know why he left you with me? To 'check the receipts'? Hah!" "Stop it, STOP!" Tina cried as the woman continued to twist at her small left breast, right at its nipple. In the back of her mind, Tina was trying to figure out what the woman meant: was she saying Razor left her here like this on purpose?
"I initiate all the new girls," Ms. Masons continued. "I give the final interviews, you little CUNT. and you've failed. Razor lets me, see? He knows he has to." Tina stopped screaming and was now merely blubbering hysterically in pain and humiliation. "Shh, dear! What? Did you think you were something special?" Tina struggled anew as she felt the woman's hand slip off her breast then slide down her side.
It quickly reached the hem of her dress and began to make its way back up. "Thought your little pussy was so tight that he'd 'protect' you? Huh? "Let me tell you something," the woman breathed into her ear. "You're not special. You're nothing. Just another piece of meat, another girl for the hallway. Another desperate, stupid bitch! The only thing you have going for you is your age, but believe me, that doesn't last.
"You're nothing," Carol concluded. Nothing to me, and nothing to Razor." Tina couldn't believe the woman's words. She felt embarrassed, humiliated, used. She HAD believed Razor, after all. But Carol was right about at least one thing: Razor hadn't come.
Tina began to realize that he wouldn't be coming, either. He'd left her here for this. He'd lied to her. Just like all the men in her life had lied to her, she realized. She gasped loudly as the woman's hand made its way up her outer left thigh, then right up to the waistband of her panties. "It's been a while since a girl failed an interview," Carol said softly as her hand gently played with the waistband of Tina's panties.
"Your friend Lucy did, too. But she ended up liking this." Tina gasped as the woman suddenly pulled on her panties, causing them to dig painfully into her crotch. Carol laughed. "Remember the last time I touched your panties?" Carol mused, voice full of nasty delight. "Remember when cute brunette bbw is picked up and fucked were eleven? I taught you all about your new body.
Remember?" Tina remembered. It had been her, after all, who'd explained puberty to the girl. But though she'd touched her a bit to show her how to use feminine products, she'd never touched her like this. This was intimate. Violent. Dirty. And sexy. Oh, God! Tina thought desperately. "Relax, stop struggling," Ms.
Masons whispered. "You can still work here, you just need to learn your place. and I want to see how tight this pussy really is. what all the fuss is about." Despite herself, Tina had begun to relax. Not from acceptance, but from defeat. What could she do? She felt the woman's hand slide under the waistband of her panties, then slowly make its way between her legs.
Tina lurched forward in one final, desperate attempt to escape when the woman's hand made contact with the light fuzz just above her pussy. She was immediately rebuked: Carol slapped the girl hard in the face again. Tina cried at the sharp and sudden pain, then gave up.
Though her arms were free now, what could she do? Please, oh God, I don't want this, Tina thought desperately as her young body went limp. "Relax, Tina, relax," Ms.
Masons purred. "I'm sure you've done this before. had a woman's hand down here, right? Lucy's maybe? One of your friend's?" Tina cringed as Carol's hand roughly gripped her pussy. "No, please, no." Carol laughed like she was drunk.
"No? You've never messed around with any of your little girlfriends? What's that rich-girls' name. Michelle? The one with the big tits? You never had your tongue in her hot little snatch?" Tina blushed. She hadn't. She'd never been with another woman, nor had she ever wanted to. She began to struggle again, but it was only for show: she knew she was too small, too weak, to stop Carol, now.
"It doesn't matter," Carol hissed. "You will, soon. Does that turn you on?" Tina felt Carol's hand squeeze harder upon her lightly fuzzed pussy mound. "Does that get you all wet?" Tina was sobbing again.
This was all too much. And then she felt the woman, her next-door neighbor who had taught her how to use a tampon years earlier, press her boney right index finger between the folds of her pussy. Tina's back arched automatically. She felt the finger press into her roughly, dryly, unrelentingly. She shuddered, then she collapsed, issuing a long exhale of air as she did.
".is tight," she could barely hear Carol say. "Nice and tight. Tight, trailer-trash teenage pussy. Razor was right!" Tina stared dazedly up at the woman's neck. She felt so small and vulnerable and helpless beneath her. The invading finger - Carol's finger - continued to press into her dry hole.
Realizing that she couldn't escape, Tina instead attempted to distance her consciousness away from what was happening. She tried desperately to think about work - Holiday's - and school. Joey. Her friends. Don and Larry. Anything else! As Carol continued to expertly slide her finger in and out of Tina's vagina, the teenager found herself thinking about all those porno's she'd seen with women having sex with each other.
Had those actresses really wanted it, or had they ever been forced to, like this? Tina dazedly pondered whether or not the fact she was beginning to enjoy Carol's finger made her a lesbian. "Oooo," Carol suddenly whispered. "You're getting all wet! Very good, little girl, very good." Tina sighed. She was good, she thought to herself. Tina felt the woman's finger pull out as the woman pulled herself off of her small body. She wasn't surprised when Carol then pulled Tina's panties down her legs.
She didn't resist it, either, only laid there, sort of staring up at the ceiling, neither happy or sad, the only emotion in her young mind that of arousal and numbness. When her panties were off, the girl found herself spreading her legs slightly, expectantly. Carol didn't get back on top of her. Instead the woman kneeled on the floor and whispered into Tina's ear, "I'm going to teach you who's really in charge here. Remember what I said? Not Razor. me!" Tina didn't respond.
She could feel the woman's lips on her left ear. It made her shudder. "Mmm," Carol continued as her left hand slid back down between Tina's spread legs, "I never thought I'd see you like this. I remember when you were only ten, remember you used to do my dishes and I'd pay you a dollar?" Tina was ignoring her. All she wanted to feel right now was the finger that was sliding playfully up and down her slick slit, and the soft lips lightly brushing her ear.
Suddenly she felt the woman's tongue come out and lick her earlobe. Tina moaned softly at the sensation: it was too much! "Oh God, Ms. Masons," she said breathlessly, dreamily. At that exact moment two things happened. Carol's finger slid back into her tight pussy, nearly causing the young girl to cum. Also, Razor entered the room. Tina heard him yell something. She was so close to cumming that her mind didn't want to focus on anything else.
But then Carol's finger was suddenly out of her, and her mouth was no longer sucking on her earlobe. Tina heard yelling. Dazedly, she looked up. Carol had scrambled to her feet and was backing away, but Razor was screaming at her and marching right at her. ".FUCKING TOLD YOU!" he screamed.
"DIDN'T I FUCKING WARN YOU!?" Tina leaned up, a look of confusion and longing on her sweet face. She saw that Carol had a totally different expression, now: fear. Then she saw Razor slap the woman incredibly hard, so hard that Carol dropped to her knees and sobbed hysterically. "Get the fuck out," Razor said. His eyes were wide and insanely angry. His whole body was tensed up like he was about to kill somebody.
"I-I-I," Carol was blubbering. "GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!" he screamed. Tina was now sitting up, wondering if she should do something. Maybe she should leave! Maybe Razor was angry at both of them. She didn't know what was going on. Carol then stood up, and ran to her make-up table. She grabbed her purse, a shirt and shorts, then stumbled towards the door. When the door closed, Razor turned to Tina.
She recoiled instinctively, afraid he was going to hit her or something. "Are you okay?" he asked, shortly. She nodded stupidly. "Hang on," he said.
He left the room suddenly. While he was gone Tina pulled her panties back on, stood up and adjusted her dress, and lit a cigarette. She was shaking all over. From fear, and also from frustration. She looked at the door. Maybe she should leave. Just then it opened. When Razor came back in he seemed a bit calmer. He came straight to Tina, sat down on the sofa, and pulled her to him. "I'm so sorry," he said. Just then Tina burst into tears and cried.
***** "She's nuts," Razor was explaining about fifteen minutes later. Tina had cried most of that time. As always, after the rush and horniness were gone a flood of regret had filled her mind. The way she'd acted was inexcusable: to be turned on, by a woman, and Ms.
Masons no less! To simply give up and then, like some total slut, try to cum like it was all that mattered. She felt dirty and confused and just plain awful. But she calmed down after she stopped crying. Razor had carried her to his office, where she was now sitting on a nice leather chair slowly sipping a beer in her trembling hand. She was thankful to be okay, now, thankful that Carol had been lying: Razor hadn't tricked her after all.
Razor had saved her, not only from Carol, but from herself. She had gotten so close to climaxing from a woman. What would she have done if she had? How could she ever forgive herself? "Ever since I bought most of the bar two years ago," Razor continued, "she's been a problem.
Constantly challenging my authority, thinking she's more important than she is." "She said that she. did that. with all the girls," Tina said softly. Razor shook his head in frustration.
"No, she doesn't. But she used to, apparently, back when Duke owned the place. He supposedly had a deal with her, that she had final say in who got hired or not. But I put an end to that, though she's tried what she did to you with. several others." "Lucy?" Tina asked.
Razor nodded. "That was the last one. How'd you know?" "She really hated her," Tina said softly. "Yeah, I guess she would," he sighed.
"See, after Lucy started she immediately became the most popular girl we have on stage. You saw her: hot little body, and she knows how to use it. Sonya got really jealous and ended up, well, 'initiating' her.
"I didn't find out until two weeks after it happened, and believe me I was pissed. But Lucy had moved on, and Sonya swore she'd never do it again." He shrugged. Tina nodded. The beer was helping calm her down, and she was thinking a lot more clearly. She asked, "Are you going to fire her?" Razor shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe. But she does bring in a lot of clients. do you think I should?" Tina was surprised he asked. She thought for a moment then said, "I don't.
think so." "Why not?" he asked. She blue angel takes part in pissing show a deep breath. It was time to tell him. "I know her," she said softly. She explained to him that they were neighbors, and had known each other for a long time. Razor seemed surprised at first then just nodded.
"I knew she lived in a trailer but I've never been there," he said. "What if she tells my dad?" she asked, worriedly. "She won't," he said firmly. "I'll make sure of that. I won't fire her, at least for now, so that I can keep an eye on her. Okay?" Tina nodded.
She believed him. "She's just getting old," Razor finished. "She's xnxn sex sex stories viedcolloge, and pathetic. Already she doesn't get as many clients as she used to.
five years from now she'll be out of a job. And she knows it." That made Tina realize something. "But. didn't you say that your girls made a lot of money?" He nodded. "Then, uhm. why does she just live in a trailer?" He looked at her. Without so much as a pause he said, "Come with me, I'll show you." They walked back to the dressing room. It was empty. Razor went straight to Carol's make-up table, opened a drawer, then after rummaging around pulled out a little baggie.
"See this?" he said, holding it up. The bag was small and empty. Empty except for traces of white powder. "She's a druggie?" Tina asked in surprise. Razor nodded. "Big time. Heroin addict. She shoots up on her feet so no one will see the track marks, but everyone knows.
"Two-thirds of what she makes here either goes up her nose or into a vein." Tina was initially surprised, but then realized it made sense. Carol had always been eccentric, unpredictable, and had violent mood swings. She would leave at weird times of the day, and sometimes when she got back she looked like hell. "Okay," Razor said. "It's blond lad cruelly fucked awesome girls striptease and hardcore 2am, now.
We're going to close. And you didn't even get to work." He seemed a little annoyed. Tina shrugged. "The party.?" "Still on, if you're up for it," Razor said. Tina thought for a moment. Then she said simply, "I need money." It was true. And of course, what else could she do? What else could she say?
"Alright," Razor said after a moment. "But you're going to be up late. Are you still gonna go to school?" She sighed. "I have to," she said. She really didn't want to, but as always, she hadn't much of a choice. "Well," he nodded, "We still have a little bit. Let me explain what you'll be doing on a normal night." Tina felt her stomach knot-up.
She looked around the empty dressing room. "Okay." Razor said, "Follow me." He led her down the hall to another room, the "Monitor Room", to explain it all. After entering, he dismissed another large bouncer who was sitting in there and settled into a chair. Tina sat down, too, in front of a stack of small, black-and-white monitors. There were thirty of them in total, all displaying different areas of the bar. Razor then pointed out all the areas of the strip-club that she would be working in, and what she would have to anal junkie gets both holes penetrated while sucking third guys dick penetration gangbang. It was so simple: she would wait in the V.I.P.
room, just off the main floor, for someone to ask for a lap- dance. If they wore a colored wristband she would give them their "dance" in one of the little stalls of the V.I.P. room, and try to get as many dances as possible. "You can make a lot of money just doing that," he explained. "Some girls, they just work the V.I.P. room, and make pretty good cash. But you'll make more." That sounded ominous, Tina thought, but realized what he was getting meant.
He explained that if the "customer" was wearing a black wristband instead of a colored one, she had to offer to bring him to a "private" room downstairs. Razor pointed to the monitors as he explained this.
"That's where the private rooms are," he said. "We have eight regular ones and a ninth Executive Room. That's only used for special occasions, like sunny leone xxxstory with condom sex Oil Men tonight, for example." Tina nodded as she stared at the rooms.
They were small, simple, even dirty looking in a way. It was hard to tell on the small, black and white monitors.
Presently, all eight of the regular rooms were empty. Razor went on to explain how it would work. It seemed simple enough. Basically, gorgeous teen fantina prepares herself for a massage and gets fucked stairway in the V.I.P. room led down to a hallway in the basement with the eight regular rooms.
The bouncer there would give her a key and she'd bring her client to one of the rooms, and try to get as much money for whatever it was he wanted to do. "You charge whatever," Razor said as if that was a great thing. "Get as much as you can for whatever it is he wants. trust me, you'll make a lot." Whatever "it" he wants, Tina thought, stomach tightening.
She realized immediately that "it" would be some sort of sex. "We listen in on the negotiations, just to keep you honest," he went on. He flicked a switch and speaker came to life. "We're listening to room seven." He flicked the switch off. "You keep 60% of whatever you make down there," he continued. "You pay out before going back upstairs. Usually you'll want to shower before going back to the V.I.P. room, but it's up to you." To her relief, Razor emphasized that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want.
And that included sex. "If you get to a room and the guy wants something you just don't dig," he said, "for example, he wants to spank you or whatever, just tell him it's no deal. Most guys just want a blowjob or straight sex, sometimes anal. You're into all that so you should be fine." She blushed, because he was right! Anal, straight-sex, oral. hell, she'd done all that and more in the past few days alone! After he was done explaining all the little rules (like no drinking; no showing up late; etc.) he emphasized again that she'd always be safe.
"We have monitors everywhere, as you can see. Plus, we employ over a dozen bouncers a night, and everyone's wired. We can get word to anyone virtually anywhere in seconds." She nodded, then yawned.
It was getting late. She promised herself she would think over all this again later, but right now, she just wanted to get the night over with. "So, when's the party?" she asked. Razor glanced at his watch. "Soon," he said. "After the bar closes. "I need to be sure you understand all this. Next time you won't have me holding your hand all night, okay?" She nodded, and tried to perk up. "All of our clients pay $20 for a wristband to enter the V.I.P.
room," he reiterated. "But not all wristbands are equal. When a client has become a regular and has. otherwise, proven busty blonde hottie has her pussy plowed fetish gonzo, we offer him the chance for an upgrade: from a regular wristband to a black one. So don't ever worry about cops or nothin'. only offer a bedroom to a black- wrister and you'll be cool." He went on, repeating pretty much everything he'd explained already.
It was hard to pay attention, Tina was so tired! I might not even be back, she thought to herself. It was definitely a possibility: after she paid off those loan sharks, there would be no real reason to return. "Any questions?" he asked, glaring at her. He realized she hadn't been paying attention.
Thinking quickly she asked, "I'll make most of my money, uhm, doing the. lap dances?" "Nah," Razor said. "Not once you get good, at least." Razor stood, called the bouncer who he had disposed back in, and led her back to the dressing room in silence. Tina felt guilty. He seemed pissed again, but what could she do? So much had happened in one day, it was late, and all she wanted was to take a nap!
Once back at the dressing room, Razor sat down in "Sonya's" chair. "Party will be soon, now. No other questions?" "Nope," she said. That word, "Nope", sounded so weak, so stupid, that Tina blushed immediately after its utterance. Razor saw. As she blushed he asked, "You do. *know*. what a lap dance is, right?" The adorable chick with amazing a hole rides knob was, she didn't.
She'd figured out by context that it wasn't a simple dance, and that it wasn't sex either. That had been good enough for her. "Okay," Razor sighed. "Come over here. I'll show you." Slowly, Tina stood up from her own chair. She stood before Razor feeling sort of stupid, and totally vulnerable.
And she was aware that his eyes were judging her young body, and her own self, as she stood there meekly before him. Her heart-rate, finally calmed since the Carol incident, increased again: she felt that woozy feeling once more, that tingling below, the peripheral hardening of her nipples.
Her small chest began heaving. She thought about Joey for a second, for some reason, before shaking it off. "Relax," he grinned. "You'll get used to this. Get over here." She followed his gestures, and soon was straddling him, her legs spread wide apart: it made her dress, way too tight and too small already for even her girlish body, ride right up to her waist.
But she didn't feel embarrassed, she realized. She was getting comfortable with Razor. Or comfortable with acting like a slut, she thought somberly. She shook away the thought and placed her small hands on his shoulders, nearly collapsing her body against his when she did. Her immature young mind was suddenly flooded with feelings of forbidden desire. She remembered the last time she'd been in a position like this: with Don and Larry. Only hours before. When she'd been getting doubly fucked by them.
She shuddered at the memory. "That's it," Razor cooed. "Just like you're gonna fuck me. Scoot forward." His hands then gripped her young ass roughly, and pulled her toward him until her crotch was lined up with his.
Her dress had ridden up all the way by this point: she was, basically, wearing only panties from the waist down. "Okay," he whispered. "You gotta grind down on me, now. just like fucking, only with clothes on." Tina obediently complied. Suddenly she was sliding her young butt forward and backward on his lap, not reluctantly, but willingly.
She was doing it inexpertly but with motivation: and finally she felt his hard on pressing through his pants against her panty-covered pussy.
A crack of electric pleasure ran up her body. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging through his shirt and into his skin.
When she opened her eyes, she saw he was grinning. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked. "Yes," she answered simply. She saw no reason to lie: she really was enjoying it!
She felt in control, on top, grinding her pussy back and forth on his clothed crotch: it was stimulating her clitty in a rough, abusive way, but she was doing it.
She was getting off on him! Lap-dances, she was quickly deciding, might not be a bad way to earn some money. "Now get naked," he then said, encouragingly.
"Show me your tits. But don't stop the rockin'." A minute passed, during which time Tina unzipped her dress down her back while managing to keep up her sexual rhythm.
Unsnapping her bra had taken but a second more, and her tits were quickly freed. She watched with much satisfaction as Razor's eyes became energized at the sight of babysitter kelsi monroe gets anal at work small, teenage breasts. "That's it," he hissed. "Now, remember though, they can look but not touch." Yet he said that as his hands, still on her ass, began to slide up her back. "Uh-huh," she whispered.
She knew he wasn't being completely serious. She enjoyed herself for a few more minutes, grinding back and forth on his hard-on, never realizing how pleasurable a "dry-hump" like this could be. She was practically ready to cum! The sexually crazed girl then nearly jumped when she realized that they had an audience. She looked over to the right.
It was Sabrina, one of the "soccer sluts" from earlier. "What is it?" Razor growled just as Tina began to feel embarrassed at being seen like this.
"Sorry!" the sexy young woman exclaimed. She was playing with her hair, still in pigtails, as she said, "Ashley's really drunk now. she started fingering herself onstage." "What!?" Razor exclaimed. His hands didn't leave Tina's now sweaty back, though. Tina caught her breath and realized he wanted her to continue, despite Sabrina's presence.
And she wanted to, too. The feeling of his hands sliding roughly up and down her glistening back, from her shoulders to her ass and back again, was tantalizing and quickly blocked all feelings of modesty she may have.
"Sorry! I'm sorry," Sabrina was saying meekly, worriedly. "Where's Needles?" Razor demanded. Tina barely heard him. All she could hear was her own heart beating, and the sound of her panties sliding continuously up and down the length of Razor's hard-on.
She found herself wishing it was inside her, that they were naked and fucking like primal animals. "He's out there. on the floor," Sabrina said, eyes downcast. Tina found herself looking at the sexy, slutty soccer- girl who seemed so submissive in front of Razor. In fact, she was feeling even more energetic, the heat of an upcoming orgasm intensifying. "Tell him to get her the fuck off stage," Razor said, shortly. "And tell him to close the fucking bar!
It's past 2 now, ain't it?!" "Yes," Sabrina whispered. Tina swallowed slowly as the young woman looked at her, a smile nearly formed at the corners of her mouth. Tina nearly smiled back. "What is it?" Razor asked. His hands were no longer playing up and down Tina's back. "Just," Sabrina said, looking back at Razor. "Uhm, Needles was saying that, uhm, we could stay open late. I mean, it's five after and he said that--" Tina was nearing a good orgasm.
She felt total control over it, she could manipulate it. She could slow her grinds against Razor's body to prolong it, until just the right moment. She was lost now, lost in this carnal act. Her pussy against his dick, both covered, her tits exposed. She would cum soon, maybe now, maybe wait a moment more: the fact that a stranger was watching seemed only more sexy to the young girl. She would cum, soon, now, maybe.
But suddenly Razor was pushing her away. "Wh-what!?" she asked stupidly, nearly falling to the floor. She managed to catch herself and stand on wobbily legs, breasts still exposed, bra still dangling around her body, dress still bunched up around her slight hips- an impending orgasm denied for the second time in an hour. Razor had stood. "This is fucking bullshit!" he was yelling as he stepped toward the soccer-slut. "Go tell the girl's we're closed.
Start at the VIP room. NOW!" Sabrina complied, running off instantly. Razor then looked at Tina. "Sorry. Needles is one of my partners," he said bitterly. "And he's a fucking idiot. I gotta go take care of things." He began to walk away.
Tina stared after him breathlessly, her small body charged to its sexual limit and her adolescent mind pissed off and heartbroken all at the same time. "Your outfit for the party," Razor called over his shoulder, "is number twenty-four on the rack.
Put it on and get ready." With that, the door shut behind him, and Tina found herself alone in the large dressing room, horny as hell and confused and frustrated. ++++++++++ After he left, Tina had seriously considered masturbating.
She was ready to explode from arousal, and she couldn't think clearly. But then girls from the bar began to enter, chatting loudly and quickly filling the dressing room. For a few minutes the room had been packed and incredibly loud. It seemed like all the women knew each other: they wanted to brag about how much they'd made that night, or compliment one another on how they'd done onstage, or make plans for what to do after leaving.
None of them, though, had paid any attention to the 16-year-old blonde sitting at Sonya's make-up table. And that had been just fine with Tina, although she did keep an eye open for the cat-like Asian girl she'd be partnering with later: Lucy.
She never came. Ashley and Sabrina were the last of the girls to leave, and had been the only ones to say good-bye. They hadn't changed like most of the other girls, and Tina had been impressed at how sexy Ashley seemed even while stupidly drunk. "Ohhhh," Ashley had said, wagging a finger drunkenly in Tina's face, "yoor tha one, the party gorgeous gf fucked slowly before a climax pussyrubbing eatingpussy Hmmm?" She then laughed in a friendly sort of way.
"Ignore her," Sabrina sighed, holding the other woman up. "She's really, really fucked up! Have fun tonight, okay?" "Sure," Tina had said.
Sabrina smiled to the girl and waved, and Tina smiled as well as she watched the two leave. After they were gone the room was once again empty. Tina had again considered masturbating, but the mood really was no longer there. All she could think about was the future: was this her future?
Would she be a lap-dancing prostitute in this seedy little bar? Or would she just do this one "party" and be done with it forever? Yet in a way this "party" she would be going to, with Lucy and the Oilmen, was worse than what she would do on any other night. Razor had explained what her normal duties would be so calmly that it didn't even feel like a big deal now.
Giving lap-dances for cash, and occasionally bringing back a "black-wrister" to a private room for sex, didn't seem all that bad. At least it wouldn't be constant, non-stop sex like she'd first imagined. On the other hand, this party. What the hell was going to happen at the party? And why hadn't Razor returned to explain it?
Finally, Tina shook her head and realized she had to get dressed. She went over to the rack, found the outfit numbered "24", and put it on. Soon she was dressed up in a really slutty "cowgirl" outfit. A costume, made perhaps for a little girl or a really slutty adult. She studied herself in the mirror after putting it on, and rolled her eyes in embarrassment. The outfit consisted of a sleeveless denim top which tied off just below her breasts; a pair of brown daisy-dukes which were so tight that she'd barely been able to button them up (even without panties on); and tall, knee-high cowboy boots which were incredibly uncomfortable to walk in.
The boots were actually very nice, a little too big for her feet, but probably cost around $200 retail. She kept looking at them, walking around a little, then sitting down after feeling stupid for doing so. Topping off the outfit were the accessories: a belt with two gun-holsters that hung off her bony hips, a cheap plastic sheriff's badge pinned over her left breast, and two fake plastic guns kept in the holsters.
And, of course, she was wearing a cowboy hat. It was red and had a wide rim which encircled her head and a leather strap which hung around the back of her head. She'd brushed her hair out, as the hat didn't fit properly in its current do. Now her blonde hair could clearly be seen under the hat, hanging down to its normal shoulder-length. She lamented the time it'd taken to put it up earlier- such a waste!
She thought she looked ridiculous, like one of those teenagers who still trick-or-treated even though they were in high school. But in a strange sort of way she had to admit that the costume was sort of sexy: she looked like sexy hot babe alex raye gets creampie by her stepsis husband skinny, slutty young cowgirl.
The shorts accentuated what was, she thought, her best feature- her ass- by clinging to it tightly, while also showing off her firm, flat belly. Plus, the boots made her strut sort of as she walked, and added inches to her height making her stand maybe 5'8" tall.
Suddenly the door opened. Tina began to stand up, expecting Razor, but instead saw her "partner". The Asian woman looked like she'd just got done taking a shower: a towel was wrapped around her incredibly sexy body and her dark hair was still slightly damp. When she saw Tina, she smiled. "Hi!" she chirped. "You must be my partner tonight, huh?" Tina nodded as the girl walked over.
Tina was surprised at her voice: sweet and American, without a trace of an accent. She appeared so completely Asian that Tina had unconsciously figured she was an immigrant.
Lucy extended her hand. "Lucy, nice to meet you," she said, smiling still. Her smile was full, with pearly white teeth, and genuine looking, too.
Tina shook her hand. The woman was taller than her, even with the boots on: about 5'10", Tina figured, making the short girl feel even shorter. The woman's hot body was more intimidating up-close: she was skinny in a womanly way, with a large firm chest, probably c-cup, and fully developed, mature curves from her hips to her waist. Her Asian complexion was soft and alluring, as were here large eyes and thin lips. Tina felt inferior next to her.
She thought of how she'd performed onstage earlier, which made her feel even more inadequate. "I know you're only 15," Lucy smiled. "I've never worked with kennedy kessler hottest girl in school under the influence so young!" "Uhm, sixteen," Tina said softly, embarrassed. "Oh! Sorry," Lucy said. She stood back again and looked the girl up and down. "Damn, though! You sure do make a sexy little cowgirl!" she laughed.
Tina smiled, blushing. "The Texans are going to love you," she continued, smiling associates daughter huge load first time money hungry pals step daughter. "I can see why Razor risked hiring you.
I mean, you're cool right? You're not gonna go crying to your mom and dad about this or anything?" Tina rolled her eyes. "God, no!" she exclaimed. Lucy smiled wider. It seemed like this young woman was caught in a perpetual smile, and it made Tina feel comfortable. "Good!" she winked. "I'm cool with working with you, then!
I'm going to be your Injun." She winked again. Tina couldn't help but grin: that smile was just too infectious! A moment later Lucy got dressed, and Tina couldn't help but watch. She really was incredibly beautiful. An Asian princess, Tina thought. She wondered briefly what she would look like dressed up like a ninja from one of those Kung-fu movies Leon used to make her watch. When she was done dressing she turned and modeled for Tina.
If Tina made for a sexy cowgirl, the teenager thought, then Lucy made for an even sexier Indian! She was wearing an incredibly short, suede-leather mini-skirt which barely covered her firm round ass. On top she was wearing a matching tan-colored bikini, made of the same type of suede leather, which was so small Tina couldn't believe it stayed on.
It was styled with rips and designs, allowing one to see the Asian flesh through it. Lucy had also put on a pair of leather moccasins and, of course, a tight head-band with a single red feather sticking out at its front. "Wow," Tina said, breathless. Lucy grinned, then said sarcastically, "You know, I don't see how Native American women walked around like this all day!" Tina laughed.
Lucy then led the girl out of the dressing room. As they entered the hallway, Tina looked around awkwardly. No one was there. The whole bar seemed quiet: the music was off and there wasn't a sound to be heard. It made the poor girl even more on edge.
"You're really soft-spoken, aren't you?" Tina blushed. She replied nervously, "I'm just. This is just new position session with a slut hardcore and blowjob me." Lucy stopped and turned. "It's okay, you don't have to be worried or anything," she said. "You know the deal, right?" Tina shook her head. "Really!" Lucy exclaimed. "Wow! Razor really just threw you in, didn't he?" Tina nodded.
"Okay," she said. "This is what'll happen. It's really simple." Tina listened intently as Lucy explained what was to be done: how it would begin, what would most likely occur, and what she should say and do. When she was finished, Tina was frowning and her eyes were wide. Her heart rate had increased and all her nervousness returned, amplified even, and she felt her knobby legs wobbling furiously.
"Are you going to be okay?" Lucy asked sympathetically. Tina swallowed hard. She felt tears forming in her eyes, and blinked them away. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she said. Lucy frowned, a stark contrast to her radiant smile. "It really is going to be okay," she said. "Trust me. These Texans are big ol' teddy-bears. Just follow my lead and trust me, we'll make a lot of money tonight.
because the better we do, the more they'll pay us afterward." Then she grinned wickedly. "And I want to make a LOT of money tonight!" Tina forced a smile. "Okay," she said simply. "Okay?" Lucy smiled. "Don't just say 'okay'! Say, 'Ohhh, Lucy, mmmm, I'm so HOT right now. I just HAVE to get off." Tina giggled despite herself as Lucy continued with her fake, sarcastic imitation of a horny woman.
"No, no, please, let's just cum. oh, I so need to cum! Fuck me, oh, yes, I'm SO SO horny, keep on fucking me, uhhmmmm.!" Tina couldn't help it. She was laughing now! Lucy was just too much: too animated, too funny. They laughed together for a moment. Lucy grinned, "Okay?" Tina nodded, smiling once more. She felt better! Lucy made her feel comfortable, had calmed her down.
"Let's do it, then!" They made their way to the basement through a door in the hall. At the end of the stairway was another door, and Tina could see light coming out from underneath it. She also heard voices behind it, loud male voices laughing and chatting boisterously. "Okay," Lucy whispered. "This is the 'executive' lounge. basically it's the only fancy room in this dump! Are you okay?" "Yes," Tina said, honestly.
Lucy's demeanor, coupled with her words, had really had an impact. She now knew what she would be doing, yet she was no longer upset by the thought of it. It would be okay. Lucy made it seem so natural! "Alright, then," the Asian hottie winked. "Showtime!" They walked into the room together. It was a large, very nice room lit well by several lamps. In the middle of the room were two black leather couches directly across from each other. On each couch sat two men, all of whom turned and looked over at Lucy and Tina as they entered.
"Hello, boys!" Lucy said lightly as she strolled into the room. She was holding Tina's hand. Between the two couches was a low, wide coffee table, probably five feet square and about two feet off the floor. There was a chair set up at each end, nice high-back leather chairs, each currently occupied, too, bringing the count of men up to six.
All of them, Tina saw, were smoking cigars. Some were nursing glasses of liquor, all were watching them. Lucy led the two toward the table.
On the way she whispered, "Remember, they *love* you. You're in charge now, not them!" Tina nodded but couldn't say anything. She was getting anxious again, and found herself gripping Lucy's hand tightly as they continued toward the table. "Whoo-eee!" said one of the six men, a Texas twang in his voice. "Look at this, now!" Tina blushed. The men were all richly dressed in nice suits, and two of them wore cowboy hats, too.
Those two were the oldest: probably in their early 60's. The other four were younger, maybe in their late 30's, and wore more contemporary suits. But they were all grinning at Tina and Lucy, dressed in such slutty costumes, and silence filled the room as the Cowgirl and Indian neared the table. "Our li'l Injun," said one of the men wearing a cowboy hat. "Lookin about tasty enough to eat, I reckon!" Lucy didn't respond, but Tina saw her wink at the man.
She then led Tina onto the coffee table. Tina felt her whole body begin to tremble, and she was reminded of a time back in the 7th grade when she'd been in a school play. She was experiencing a similar form of stage fright now: all the men were staring at her. Judging her. She nearly tripped as she stepped up onto the "stage", her high-heeled boots still causing her trouble.
Was Razor watching right now from the monitor room, she wondered? How would he react if she messed this up? She swallowed slowly and resolved not to let that happen. She did, after all, owe him. For several reasons!
"Okay," Lucy said to the men once the two were standing on the stage/table, right in the middle. Snatch licking with wild fucking smalltits hardcore felt as if she were on an auction block or something, the way the men watched her. "You guys ready?" Lucy asked innocently.
She knew them, and they knew her, Tina realized. She'd done this before, or something like it, with these guys.
That was reassuring somehow. "Boy, are we, li'l lady!" said one of the men wearing a hat. The others nodded and agreed, loudly. Tina found herself biting her lower lip. Her stomach was full of butterflies and she had to force herself to breath. This was much worse than that play! They were judging her body, now, maybe thinking ahead to what it would look like naked, what she may do to them.
But, she realized, she wasn't afraid, exactly. She was just embarrassed, which was a whole lot different. This realization gave her strength, and the teenager found her smile grow more genuine as a result. The eldest of the men, with a bushy moustache, then said, "Tell me, li'l one, what's yer name?" Tina managed to turn her smile into a sly one.
She answered, "Why, I'm Sheriff Tina, sir! What's yours?" The man chuckled, as did the others. Tina blushed. "Well, gosh-darn!" the man laughed, slapping his knee. "Sheriff Tina! I bet you're all of fifteen years old. Dang perfect!" Tina continued to smile. She crossed her ankles and looked down at her boots, feigning a shyness she no longer really felt.
"I's sixteen, sir," she said, remembering to play her part. Cheesy accent and phat ass dance 3 tube porn. "Whatever, darlin'!
All I kin say is that Razor sure knows how to pick 'em! "But come on, now! Let's get it goin'!" Tina knew that was her cue. It was time to begin. And she was as ready as she'd ever be. "Gentlemen," she began, a little too loudly. She caught herself, and heard a couple of the men chuckle.
She glanced anxiously over at Lucy, who was playing her part perfectly: standing tall, jutting out her breasts. The perfectly proud, slutty Indian. Tina started over. "Gentlemen! I've done caught this here redskin on the prairie, trying to, well." Tina paused. She forgot her line! "What were you doin', Savage!" called one of the men to Lucy. Tina breathed out in relief when Lucy began to speak. "I hunt land of ancestors. I done no crime." She winked at Tina.
Tina smiled. "She did more than just a'huntin'!" she declared, her confidence growing. "This local savage- slut done try to steal cattle from good workin' boys on the rail! An' then she gone 'round flashing her heathen titties, tempting the good Christian men!" The audience, enjoying this little show, booed Lucy at this point. Tina felt a rush of adrenaline: she was doing it!
She turned to Lucy, who was hanging her head in feigned shame. "She will dance for us now!" Tina declared. "As a test! If she does t'well, she may yet escape the noose for her crimes. but if she goes tryin' to escape, she'll meet the rope for sure!" The men clapped and hollered.
Tina stepped off the stage. She felt energized, alive! Still, she was a little relieved to be done, for now. She'd done her little role well, the men had accepted it. Now she could just relax a moment as Lucy did her part. Immediately she felt hands on her waist, though, and she was pulled roughly backward into the lap of one of the Oilmen, the same she'd been bantering with a few moments before, with the bushy moustache.
"Why donch'ya have a seat, li'l sheriff?" the man asked. Tina managed to keep smiling. She remembered what Lucy had said: When in doubt, smile and obey.
She said, "Sure thing, sir!" Suddenly, Lucy was dancing. There was no music, no real style, yet Tina couldn't help but be entranced just the same as she watched from the old man's lap. The Asian Beauty knew how to use her body, how to swing her hips enticingly, how to thrust out her ample chest at just the right moments. Meanwhile, the elder Texan whose lap she sat upon was whispering in Tina's ear, "You sure are a sexy young thing, darlin', and that's the truth." Tina didn't respond.
The man's arms were around her small body, engulfing her, his hands lying gently on her thighs. It felt.
sensual. And Tina relaxed back into him. As Lucy's seductive dance continued, Tina felt the Texan's hard-on grow against her young butt. She wiggled it instinctively, knowing what he wanted. She glanced over and saw the man sharing their couch leaning forward, chomping on his cigar and watching Lucy, a hard-on also now straining against his pants. All of the men were watching the slutty Indian dance. Except, maybe, for one. "Okay, li'l sheriff," the elder Oilman whispered, "I think your 'captive' needs a good lesson." At first, Tina didn't know what he meant.
Then she remembered what Lucy had told her before, and she slowly slid off of the man's lap, feeling his hard-on drag against her butt as she did. All eyes were suddenly on her. Hands trembling slightly, Tina gripped her fake guns, pulled them out of their holsters, and pointed them at Lucy. "Okay!" she called, trying to get in character again. "Enough, now, ya dang Injun'!" Lucy stopped dancing.
Beads of sweat were dripping down her pretty Asian face, and she had just a hint of a smile there. Her hair was disheveled from the dancing, but the headband and feather still rested perfectly atop her head. "You want other?" Lucy asked, voice breathless, still trying to sound like an Indian from one of those old black-and-white Westerns. Tina kept the fake guns pointed at her 'captive' as she crept back atop the table.
She found herself grinning slightly, from embarrassment but also from excitement. This was so surreal! "Yes," she said. "Get on your knees!" Slowly, the slutty Indian obeyed. Whoops of encouragement came from the Texans, puffs of cigar-smoke issuing out of their mouths in the process.
This was the moment of truth. For a brief moment Tina felt awash in fear and humiliation again, but she quickly steeled herself against it: this had to be done. And it was nothing. It was a game! A little show. Nothing more. "Pull. I mean, pull down my pants, Injun'!" Tina ordered, voice soft yet maintaining an edge of eagerness. She was staring down at Lucy, who was looking up at her.
Lucy began by unzipping Tina's shorts. The men's voices were loud with encouragement, now, but all Tina could focus on was the sight and sensation of Lucy's delicate Asian fingers pulling down on her zipper.
Then she watched as Lucy continued by unbuttoning her shorts. She felt goose bumps form on the skin of her pale, teenage legs. Don't do that, she thought desperately. Stay in character, don't get carried away. Finally, the delicate hands of Lucy the Indian rested lightly on Tina's hips, under her fake gun-belt. They pulled downward. And then the shorts were gently tugged down Tina's legs. She wasn't wearing any panties: they hadn't been part of the costume.
Tina was suddenly naked from the waist down, and the men, strangers all, were getting a good look at her naked teenage ass and pussy. Lucy was down there, too, inches away from her lightly fuzzed cunt, a slight smile still on her lips. Tina's hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her heart was racing. Yet she still managed to step out of her shorts, kick them away without losing her balance, and keep her fake guns pointed at Lucy's head.
"Lick me," the teenager hissed. She'd had to say it, but was surprised that she had. "Yeah, whoo-eee! Go on, you stinkin' Japanese young girls old mane fucking Lick that cunt!" yelled one of the Texans. "Make her eat you, Cowgirl!" yelled another.
All their calls were mixed together. All the men were leaning forward, a couple chomping on cigars, a couple sipping on glasses of whisky. All of them with eyes intent upon the scene before them. The slutty Indian then placed her hands lightly on Tina's hips, sending a chill up the Cowgirl's young body. She felt her knees begin to wobble as Lucy's head pressed forward and her tongue slide out from a good rimjob from the aunt masturbation and fingering her lips.
And just as it occurred to her that this was actually going to happen, the confused teenager yelped, "OH!" when contact was actually made.
Lucy knew what she was doing, and the men could see that, and Tina knew it. But Tina didn't even care about those men anymore, or that this was a woman's tongue on the folds of her vagina. If she cared she'd be miserable. She was tired of being miserable. All she could think about was the rush of sexual energy throughout her body! Lucy continued to lick her there, down slightly, then all the way up again. Tina shuddered at the intense pleasure of the woman's tongue parting the lips of her labia: forcing it apart, up, then down again.
Tina's knees were shaking violently, and she clumsily placed her feet farther apart to give her partner better access. Her toy guns were no longer placed at the Indian's head: they now rested on Lucy's shoulders, just to keep balance.
"Call me names!" Lucy suddenly whispered from between her legs, between licks at the girl's young cunt. Tina barely heard her but immediately complied, remembering her role suddenly. "Go on," she panted. "Asian-uh, Indian-oh! In-injun-slut! Make me cum-oh!" The men laughed at her attempts to sound demanding. She was no longer very convincing as a dominant Cowgirl, but they didn't care.
Tina glanced around to her left and right to make sure they weren't angry, and found them legal age teenagers get orgasm at the casting awe instead.
This gave her even more confidence. Tina let the guns drop from her hands and she gripped Lucy's shoulders tightly. She didn't care where it came from, but relished the sensation of a tongue expertly sliding from her clit, to her slit, to her hole.
Again and my oriental shaved pussy wife crazy over with my monster bbc. And again. And again. She could cum right now, she knew. But instead, she was suddenly pulled down to the table.
Before she could respond she felt one of the fake guns pressed against her head, right against her cheesy cowboy hat. "Like this?" Lucy asked, in character. Tina just shook her head in confusion. This hadn't been part of the plan! Lucy was improvising. Tina squirmed beneath the bigger woman until she felt Lucy's hand between her legs. "Or this?" she was asking. "Uh, wh-what?" Tina stammered, not knowing what to say. Suddenly Lucy's lips were pressing against hers. Tina's body froze: froze completely and utterly.
She felt her heart stop. She heard the men's applause fade away. She felt herself disappear. And then she felt Lucy's tongue press into her mouth, and Tina came to life again. She didn't care at all anymore what was going on! She had to enjoy this moment. It felt so good, it was so dominating! Her pussy felt electrified, her titties felt so charged, everything else was but a blur of detail, surely not reality!
The Oilmen, all six of them, were now standing around the table looking down on the Slutty Indian making out with the half-naked Cowgirl. Tina felt their eyes, heard their voices, but was only concerned with Lucy's finger pressing against her moist hole. Her body surged at the intrusion, but unlike her experience with Carol earlier, she didn't mind that she was enjoying it. She focused on that, and the tongue in her mouth.
Her hands were meanwhile sliding up and down Lucy's sexily full body too, begging for more. Her head was spinning with carnal, nasty desires, desires which would have made her feel disgusted just hours before.
When Lucy managed to pull Tina's blue-denim top up and off, Tina didn't care. Her small breasts didn't embarrass her since they seemed to please the men, who whooped in appreciation. And being free, her tits felt soft and natural and sexy as hell! She continued to kiss with Lucy, the Indian, eagerly and fully as the Asian's finger slid inside her with little fanfare. Tina wasn't sure which was more exquisite: the soft lips, the wet tongue; or bangbros valery santos colombian chick with big ass films her first porncolombia fuck fest soft finger, in her wet pussy.
Then, as her orgasm was building to incredible heights, she felt Lucy pulled off of her. Her eyes widened and she saw all the men staring down, Lucy's limp body in one of the men's arms. "Say, Cowgirl," said the eldest one, the same one she'd been sitting on a few minutes before, "you don't seem to have tamed this here savage!" "More like she's tamed you!" smiled another of the men.
Tina gulped. Her young eyes were wide with longing, her small chest was heaving. She didn't know what to think! "I think it's about time I showed you how the West was really won!" grinned the eldest man.
Tina began to lean upward from her lying state, just as the 60-something Oilman crawled up onto the table and pressed his hefty form over the small girl. "Oh, God!" Tina cried in surprise. "Shh, girl, just relax, now," the man said.
Tina adjusted her body, which was only clothed now with the belt and the hat and the boots. She spread her legs wide and stared over toward the couch where Lucy had been brought. Two of the other Texans were leaning over her. "I gotta," began the man, his voice strained, "show ya, honey!" Tina hadn't heard his zipper come down.
She hadn't realized his cock was out, and aimed at her tender young pussy-hole. She was oblivious to all this, because she was so preoccupied with the eyes staring down at her and the fate of Lucy. But that changed the second the eldest Texan's cock began to press against her slick young cunt.
"Oh, JESUS!" she cried out in shock. The three men still standing over her laughed. Their boss, their leader, who was beginning to press into the teenage-Cowgirl, merely grunted. "That's, uh," he panted, "'Oh, Mr. Blackwell', darlin'!" Tina squirmed upon the table as the fully clothed man, old enough to be her grandfather, continued to press his cock into her wet cunt.
She had no idea how big or thick it was: it felt huge! "Oh, fuck, FUCK!" she cried obscenely. And now Tina's immature brain no longer cared about Lucy, either.
Or anything. It was fixated only on Mr. Blackwell and his hard penis, which was sliding down and into her tight teenage pussy. Tina threw her head upward, causing her cowboy hat to fall off, as she draped her arms around this man's heaving, bulky frame.
His gut was pressing against her flat belly, his hands were flat against the table, as he forced his dick inside her teenagedly-tightened vagina. Tina cringed and cooed and salivated at the myriad of sensations that engulfed her.
She was ready to cum now, finally, ready to explode a night's worth of sexual build-up! Instead she jerked. She shuddered. She spasmed underneath him, and wrapped her legs around him, and mewed at the top of her lungs. The orgasm wasn't centralized: it was all over. All over her mind, her tits, her pussy: everything!
She came hard, jerkily, fully. Yet it felt incomplete. It'd been so decentralized, so all-over. She still felt it, tingling around her, but she felt like she could come again, maybe better, in any second. The orgasm had made her body relaxed somewhat though, and she realized that she was being fucked. Hard. Really hard! Mr. Blackwell's cock was pounding itself in and out of her tight box, over and over again. Tina gulped and stared, eyes watery, at his reddened face straining above her.
She felt his slippery dick sliding over her clitty with every thrust, and whimpered breathlessly as sis sleep brxnxx 1000 storys lisbean did. And then: "Come on, Cowgirl!" he was muttering. Tina gasped and tried to catch her breath as he said, "Here it comes!" She felt his cock spurt out its seed right into her. A moment later he was breathing heavily, no longer fucking her, only trying to catch his breath.
He slowly collapsed upon her, squashing her small frame beneath his elder, fatty bulk. When he pulled himself up Tina gasped loudly to catch her breath, the feeling of Good Sex emanating throughout her mostly naked body.
She laid there for a moment, reveling in the aftermath of such a good yet confusing cum. And then curiosity sunk in and Tina turned her head and looked over toward Lucy. The Asian Goddess was getting fucked in the pussy. And in the mouth. Two guys at once! And she looked damn fine doing it, too, if such thing were possible. Tina tried to sort out all these sensations but was incapable of doing so, for a part of her kept saying, "Dirty!
Dirty! Wrong!" But another, more carnal part, remained adamant: "This is good! This is fine!" She slowly pulled herself upward, and slid toward the edge of the table. She felt a trickle of gooey cum leak from her vagina.
Once at the table's edge, though, she looked at Mr. Blackwell, who had taken a seat on his couch once again. Before she could say anything he said, "Take the rest off, cowgirl." He was lighting a cigar. Tina complied dazedly, as if in a dream.
She threw the hat, which had been hanging around her neck, away. She unlaced her boots and kicked them off, too, then began to take off her belt, when she was stopped.
"That's alright," Blackwell grinned. "You look damned sexy, just like that!" Tina blushed. She was only wearing the belt, now. She sat at the edge of the table, the sounds of fucking and sucking coming from behind her as Lucy serviced two men. Tina wanted a cigarette. And, maybe, a shower. She felt spent, but pent-up.
Her body had that freshly-fucked feeling to it, that demanded rest but needed more! "Here," said one of the men who was still with her. Tina looked over, half expecting a cigarette. Instead, it was a cock. She looked at Mr. Blackwell, feeling resistant suddenly. But the older man just nodded.
Tina sighed. Remembering where she was and why she was there, she managed to smile. Then she turned toward the dick, which was average in size, and gripped it lightly in her hand.
Just as she did she felt her other hand pulled forcibly to her right. It was placed on another cock, from another Texan. Two hands, two dicks, Tina thought. I can do this! she told herself. Almost done, now. Not much further to go. She began jerking them off simultaneously. At first it went well: both penises swelled in her young hands, and it was good.
She remembered with a thrill the last time she'd jerked off two guys at once, only days before! But then the fourth man stood before her.
She stared at him. He reached out and gripped her tits. She groaned with desire at his touch: he was a strong, younger man in his 30's, reaching down to her small body and gripping her breasts as if they were his.
But he was also pressing her backwards, forcing her to lean back onto the table. She managed to continue jerking off the two other men, who moved along with her. She was now on her back, breasts being mauled by the man above her, a dick in each of her small girlish hands, jerking wildly, almost inexpertly. When the man in front began to press his cock against her, she was only barely surprised.
Somewhere, in the depths of her horny, perverted young brain, she'd expected it. She thought of Joey.
His cock wasn't like Joey's. It was bigger, meaner, rougher. And it pressed against her gooey hole with little regard to that hole's owner. Tina squealed. She froze the handjobs, trying to adjust to the size of the cock fucking its way inside of her. Her legs splayed away from each other and she scooted her butt forward, heaving upward her pelvis. This was going to be a big one!
Could it give her the orgasm she desperately wanted? Did she even want that orgasm anymore, she wondered? And then, yet another dick, was pressing against her lips. "UMPH!" she muttered in surprise, even annoyance. It was one of the two guys who had been with Lucy, she realized. Now he was with her, and she was forced to open her mouth and take his cock in. It would have been so easy to lay their, like a little rag-doll, and let them just use her like this.
She even considered doing that. There was only one problem. Her body wouldn't let her! It was charged up, confused, starved, nasty. Her mind quickly became carnal again, too. So she began jerking the two guys to her left and right with feeling again.
She felt so depraved, so completely sluttish! Dick in each hand, dick in her pussy, dick in her mouth. And then, tongue on her tits.
She gasped and opened her eyes widely, and saw Lucy there, her face buried into her small pieces of tit-flesh. They were all fucking her! Was this what it had really been about? Getting her into this? Making her so horny she didn't care? Her body flayed around on the table- top as she stared, with her large, wide eyes, into Lucy's, whose tongue was expertly flicking at her nips.
The dick in her mouth was no problem. Tina knew how sexy playgirl is in love with lechery hardcore and blowjob give a blowjob, and instincts took over.
The dick in her left hand? He seemed to be ready to cum any moment. He was no problem. But the cock in her right hand? Angry. Mean, and angry, and unrelenting. Several times the man gripped her young wrist and secured it in place, almost showing her how to do it. It was annoying. As for the dick in her pussy, well, Tina felt stretched and stuffed. It was large. Had he fucked like Razor, she would have cum several times by now, she was certain. But he was sort of lazy: just the old in-out, in-out.
Boring, but brutal and uncaring. Her legs flailed about. She started when Lucy bit lightly into her nipple, and sucked harder on you are good in fucking that my i really love the why you fuck me cock in her mouth in reply. Then, the guy whose cock was in her left hand suddenly came unto Tina's face. She continued jerking involuntarily on the other dick, then sputtered and blinked as the degradation set in.
Gobs of cum on her lovely, young face. She felt embarrassed somehow! Without warning, cum filled her pussy, too. She felt fuller, dirtier than she'd thought she would.
She grunted around the dick in her small mouth as she took the semen of a stranger up inside. Lucy's hand came down to her cum-filled, now dickless pussy and, without any fanfare, began to finger the teenage girl with abandon. The finger drew long strands of sticky sperm with each withdraw from the teenager's poor cunt.
"Tina," she heard the hand-job man to her right moan. Then his cum spurted onto her forehead, into her hair, and dribbled over her still jerking fist. Finally her hands were free. She used them to grip Lucy's head, massage it. She could feel the cum in her hands wash into Lucy's lovely black hair. "Okay, cowgirl!" Tina gasped in surprise as the man whose dick was in her mouth began to spurt cum down her throat.
It wasn't that bad, actually. It was just sudden, she told herself. Then Lucy stopped, too. Tina laid there. Naked, mostly, save for her cowgirl- belt.
Her breasts were heaving, her limbs sunby leone xxx full story slightly. She stared up at the ceiling. "God damn," she heard Mr.
Blackwell say, his accent thick as ever. "You sure was a good girl tonight!" Tina didn't smile, nor did she frown. She just stared at the ceiling. The feeling of cum inside her, and on top of her. She'd just been so utterly fucked. Yet all she could think about was that Lucy had stopped, too, and was gone. "Cowgirl brought low," said one of the men, sarcastically. "Shuddup!" said Mr.
Blackwell. "She done fine. Done jus' fine!" Tina wasn't listening. She was staring upward still, as her body trembled in the aftermath of a vicious fuck-and-suck cycle. She thought of little Joey. She thought of school. And longed for Lucy's touch.
A female voice asked, "Anyone ready for seconds?" "Sure are!" said four of the six men at once. Tina grinned stupidly. She'd heard that. But who was that female? Was that Lucy? When they pulled her exhausted body off the table, Tina knew what was expected. She allowed herself to be placed on all fours, and readied her small, 16-year- old body for the cocks again.
None of it mattered. Part of her wanted it, part of her wanted something else, part of her wanted just to sleep. But she was getting used to not getting what she wanted. And soon, the six big Oil Men were ready to violate her young body once more.
It made Tina feel wanted, the teenager realized in the back of her crazed, exhausted young mind. She was doing a good job. ==================== END OF CHAPTER SEVEN ====================