After Katie shows Zeke the door, she asks her old "friend" Harry to keep an eye out for Wendy while she is at work; meanwhile Zeke seeks a way back into Katie's good graces.
Note from Art: This will be seven chapter series. Hope you enjoy.
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Thrown out of Katie's trailer, Zeke stopped at the manager's office on his way out of the trailer park. Kenny was there, thumbing through a well worn girlie magazine.
“Kenny, do me a favor? Tomorrow I want ya to tell Katie that the check I gave ya this morning bounced.”
“Ya paid me cash,” Kenny replied with his eyebrows scunched.
“Yeah, I know that and ya know that, but… Katie don’t know that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I want ya to put a little pressure on her, that’s all.”
“Why should I?” Kenny responded with suspicion.
“I’ll make worthwhile for ya,” Zeke answered with a smile
“I’m listening," Kenny replied as he looked back down at his tittie magazine.
“She got mad at me, and kicked me out.”
Kenny looked up and chuckled, “After ya paid her rent?”
“Yeah. Ya believe that whore?”
“Hey, I ain’t giving ya the money back, pal. Ya can get it from her.”
“No, no, no. I don’t want the money back," explained Zeke. "She doesn’t have any money... You know that. I just need her to think that she still owes ya the rent. Tell her that passing a bad check for a hundred dollars or more is a felony. Tell her that she needs to make good on the check or you’ll have us both arrested. Then after she’s sweated a little, I’ll fix it for her.”
“Why do ya wanna do this?”
“I told ya, she kicked me out. I want back in.
“Look, I know the two of ya have a history that goes way back, and that ya regularly gave her a discount on her rent. I also know that for the past few months, she hasn’t needed a discount because I’ve been paying the rent.”
“Yeah, thanks to you, I ain’t been getting any lately, ‘least not from her. Nothing personal, Zeke, but frankly I’ll be glad to see ya gone. So will a few other guys around here.”
“Yeah, I can understand that, Kenny, so here’s the deal. Ya help me and when I get back in, I’ll see to it that ya get to fuck her on a regular basis, say twice a month, and I’ll still pay ya the full rent.”
“Once a week.”
“Okay, once a week.”
Kenny's countance improved immediately. “Hey, I’ll go tell her the bad news now!”
“No, not today! I just paid ya this morning! The check needs a little time to clear the bank.”
Still a bit confused Kenny replied, “Ya didn’t give me a check.”
Zeke rolled his eyes. “Oh, for Christ’s sakes! I know, I know. Pretend that I did! Tell her tomorrow… I know, tell her that I stopped payment on the check! She’ll believe that!”
“Sure, okay, I’ll tell her tomorrow. Now, tell me again just what ya want me to do.”
Wendy burst into tears and ran to her tiny bedroom, slamming the door, shouting, “I hate you! I hate you!” after Katie told her that Zeke wouldn’t be staying there any longer. Katie felt badly about it all and wished she hadn’t been forced into the decision.
Several times that afternoon, Katie tried to talk to her daughter, to explain her reasons, but Wendy wanted nothing to do with her mother and angrily lashed out whenever Katie tried to approach her. It was starting to get late and Katie needed to get ready and go to work.
After bathing, Katie tried on one of the new dresses she’d bought earlier this afternoon, a red dress that showed off a generous amount of cleavage, as well showing a generous amount of leg. The dress also clung to her like Saran Wrap, outlining every curve and crevasse. Best of all, it came off easily; all she had to do was pull it over her head and she was ready to make a buck. The red stiletto-heel shoes completed her outfit. No need for a bra or panties. The two dresses and shoes she bought took all of the three hundred dollars she’d earned the night before, but it was worth it. After all, she needed nice work clothes and she could expect to earn her grocery money tonight.
After applying makeup, she tried to talk to Wendy one more time, but was again rebuffed. Finally giving up she said through the closed door, “I’ve got to go to work, Wendy. I won’t be home until late. I’ll have Harry come over and look in on you. You do as he says, you hear?”
Katie stepped out the door and was relieved to see Harry’s pickup parked next door. Walking across the loose gravel in her new high heels was a bit of a challenge, but she managed to make to his door.
Harry answered the door shirtless, wearing only a pair of checkered boxer shorts, swilling a beer. “Hi, doll! Don’t cha look great!”
“Harry, I got a favor to ask.”
“C’mon in, doll. Car needs fixin’ again?”
“No, not today, but it probably will tomorrow.”
She’d known Harry almost all her life. A mechanic by trade, he spent quite a lot time keeping Katie’s old bomb running. Usually he just charged her his cost for the parts, making an exchange with her for the labor. Seemed like something always needed fixing. It would run for a week or two, then it would die. Harry would fix it, but he never fixed it too good. Like Kenny, she and Harry went back a long ways.
“Look, I gotta go to work and I need you to look in on Wendy.”
“Whar’s golden boy?”
“Gone. I kicked him out.”
“Ya don’t say? Well, Ah’m plannin’ on goin’ bowlin’ t’onight.”
“Just be a dear and look in on her. Get her something to eat. See if she needs any help with homework.”
“Ya want me to baby sit? She’s little old fer dat, ain’t she?”
“Well, yes and no. Look, she’s old enough to stay home alone. I just need to make sure she’s okay.”
“Okay. Ya do me a favor?”
“Sure, Harry. What?”
Harry reached down and unsnapped his shorts letting them fall to the ground. “Ah’m shore in need of one of yer de-luxe blowjobs.”
Just as Katie approached Randy’s Roadhouse, she saw what appeared to be Zeke’s pickup truck pull out of the parking lot and pass her going in the opposite direction. “What’s he doing here?” she asked herself, but then she figured that Zeke and Randy had been friends for some time.
When she walked in, Katie saw Randy and Leroy, both behind the bar, preparing for the evening. “Oooo weee! Look at you!” exclaimed Randy with a big smile. “You look great!”
“Thanks… Say, was that Zeke just here?”
“Yeah.”
“What for?”
“You’re certainly a nosey little whore! Just business, so you mind your own business and we’ll all get along just fine,” he growled.
“Okay, Randy, okay, I just…”
“Come around the bar and give Leroy a hand.”
Katie came around the end of the bar and passing Randy, stood before the black bar tender.
“Check her out, Leroy,” ordered Randy.
Leroy’s hands moved up to maul her braless tits. “Okay up here, boss.” His hands then fell to her waist where he rubbed her hips. “Seems okay, but I better be sure.” His right hand trailed down her thigh and then up under the thin dress to her pussy. He stroked her bare slit a few times before slipping a finger into her juicy gash. “Yeah boss, she’s okay down here too, no panties.”
“Good. Now make sure she’s ready.”
Leroy’s middle finger slid around her pussy lips a few more times before plunging into her steamy cunthole. For several minutes he finger-fucked her, rubbing the pad of two fingertips against the small puffy bump on the fore wall of her vagina. Katie’s breathing became labored as her g-spot was stroked and stimulated, her ardor increasing with every practiced stroke of Leroy’s talented fingers. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled his slickened fingers from her cunt and drove one up her ass.
“Ohhhh,” she cried at the unexpected intrusion. “Ohhh god,” she moaned as his finger traveled back and forth in her ass. She felt her orgasm rising again, but before she came he pulled his finger from her butt. “No, don’t stop,” she pleaded in desperation.
“Turn around,” ordered Randy. “Put your hands on the bar. Zeke told us you were worried that your butt wasn’t loose enough and he asked us to help you out.”
Leroy unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff black peter, rolled on a condom and hiked her skirt up from behind. “Spread yo legs ‘ho!” The initial cold splash of lubricant on her anus caused Katie to jump, but being smeared over and in her bunghole it soon warmed up. Instinctively she pushed back her hips when she felt the blackman’s cockhead nestle between her ass cheeks and nudge against her anus.
“Unnnnnnnnghhh!” she grunted when Leroy drove his lengthy black cock all the way up her ass in one swift motion.
“Ughg... ughgh… ughg... ughgh,” she grunted as he pumped her ass with long full strokes. Katie gripped the edge of the bar to keep from being knocked over while she was sodomized standing. Within two minutes she was swept with a powerful orgasm.
After six minutes of hard thrusting her spasmodically clutching rectum, Leroy grunted and let loose into the latex reservoir tip of his condom. Pumping her a few times more, he pulled out and made room for the boss. Randy was thicker than Leroy and he stretched her ass out a little more, taking his time, fucking her butt at a much more leisurely pace.
Still tightly gripping the bar while Randy did her, Katie shook from the multi-jolts of her rollercoaster orgasm. The orgasmic crests peaked and receded and slack jawed, she opened her eyes. Across the bar, two very large, leering men stood watching her while Randy finished his business. As the fog of lust cleared she recognized one of the men, he was the big guy with the huge dick from last night. She also noticed that a wad of cash was lying on the bar.
“Yeah, Bruce, it’s still happy hour,” said Randy closing the deal. “That’s right, half price.” Randy slapped her ass to get her full attention as he raked in the cash. “Katie, take these two gentlemen in the back, they want an hour’s worth, a full round trip.”
It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all, Wendy pouted as it grew dark. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, sitting here tonight, all alone, by herself. All day at school she’d day-dreamed about Zeke’s wonderful, big cock. Daydreamed about all the fun she was going have with it, all the incredible pleasure he was going to give her, but no…. her mother had to ruin everything!
Then to make matters worse, her mama had that nasty old man, Harry, come over to keep her company. Wendy shuddered at the thought of the old bastard, with his potbelly and foul cigar breath and the creepy way he always looked at her. When he was home, he never seemed to ever wear a shirt and she hated the way he laughed, especially when he made the naked lady tattooed on his forearm do a dirty dance.
Picking up a magazine and shouting, “I hate you!” she hurled the magazine at a photograph of her mother, knocking it off the shelf and onto the floor. The glass didn’t break, not that she would have cared if it did.
“Arrrrgggghhhhh!” she bellowed releasing some of her anger.
Needing a distraction, she got up and turned on Zeke’s big TV. The tube flickered on, but all she had was a blank gray screen. She used the remote and switched channels, but to no avail. Something was wrong, something was switched off, but she didn’t know what. Moving in closer, she examined the confusing assemblage of VCR’s, DVR and DVD players, channel boxes, dish controllers, various mysterious switch boxes, and several things that looked like the computers at school. Various red and green lights were on, but she didn’t know what any of it meant. Zeke had always been adamant about her not touching anything but the TV and its remote control.
Consternated, she reviewed her options. She could do nothing but sit, sit, sit, and sit. Or she could try to fix it. Zeke wasn’t going to live here anymore, so if he got mad, what difference would that make? A sudden idea struck her. “Maybe he will get mad, pull down my panties and spank my bare butt!” she said gleefully to empty trailer. “Then I’ll lie back on the table, just like last night, and open my legs up to show him how sorry I am!” With that thought in mind she started punching buttons in a rather random manner. Suddenly the TV screen came alive. She glanced at the screen and immediately realized that it was one of Zeke’s dirty movies!
Rushing back to the sofa, she plopped down to watch the salacious show. Immediately it struck her as a little bit odd. The video quality wasn’t bad, but it certainly wasn’t professional. Next, it all looked so familiar. The woman getting screwed on the table turned her head to the camera.
“Mama!” she gasped with surprised glee. “It’s Mama!” The guy between her legs stopped humping and stepped back. It wasn’t Zeke. Then another guy took his place! “Oh my god, Mama!”
The rain had stopped earlier that afternoon. Shirtless as usual, Harry was sitting out on his front stoop in his boxer shorts listening to the tree frogs when he heard the hollering coming from inside Katie’s trailer next door. “Now what?” he grumbled.
He sat for a few more minutes drinking his beer, smoking his cigar, pondering whether he should bother checking up on the disagreeable girl. She could be such a nasty little bitch at times. Not at all like her mama, but then again, she was the spitting image of her mama at that age.
His dick grew hard thinking back the fifteen years or so when Katie’s daddy first let him fuck her to pay off a debt. “What a worthless piece of shit,” Harry snorted as he thought of Katie’s daddy, now rotting in his grave after being shanked while in jail. “Got himself kilt over a traffic warrant!” Looking over at the old run down trailer, he reminisced, “Let ever’ man who came through that door fuck her for a few bucks! Yeah, those were good times.”
Finishing off his beer he reflected on the noises, “Hmmm, maybe the lil’ bitch hurt herself. Fuck! Better go see.” Slowly he rose and went inside to take a leak before ambling over to see about Wendy.
He didn’t bother to knock, he just walked in. Startled by the sudden intrusion, Wendy screamed as she jumped up off the sofa, pulling her shorts up from her ankles.
“Oh sorry, Kitten! Ah didn’t mean to barge in on ya! Ah, Ah heard ya scream, and Ah… say… what’cha watchin', girl? Hell! Dat’s yur mama! Ain’t it? Ya know, ya shouldn’t be watchin’ stuff like dis!”
“You can’t tell me what I can watch!”
“Hold on, hold on, don’t git‘cha dander up. Yur mama axed me to baby-sit ya. Ah came in here checking up on a ruckus, thinkin’ ya might be hurt and Ah find ya watchin’ pornography! What’ll yur mama say?”
“I don’t care what she says and you can’t tell me what to do!”
“Mind yur tongue, girl! Now ya can’t jus' watch stuff like dat unless ya got adult supervision! Dat’s the law!”
Harry chewed on the cigar butt, looking her over. “Mind if Ah sit ‘n watch dis with ya?” Without waiting for an answer, Harry plopped down on the sofa. “Ya got a beer?”
Making no attempt to conceal her irritation, Wendy handed Harry a cold beer.
“Yur mama know ya watch’ dis stuff?”
“No,” she answered with contempt.
“Didn’t think so.”
“I just tried to turn on the TV and this started playing,” she explained for no good reason.
“Ya like it, don’t ya? Me too. Brings back a lot of memories. Say, Ah don’t know those two fellows, who are they?”
“I dunno. Friends of Zeke?”
“Ah don’t see Zeke anywhere. Is he in dis?”
“I haven’t seen him. Just those two guys.”
The video flickered off.
“Damn hell, it’s over! Wanna play it again?”
“I don’t know how.”
Suddenly the video flickered back to life. Naked, Zeke leads Katie out of the bedroom. He stands in the middle of the room and Katie kneels before him, nuzzling his cock.
Harry’s eyes darted back and forth from the TV to Wendy as they silently watched Wendy’s mama gobble cock, deep throating Zeke with ease until he pulled his dick from her mouth, showering her with ropes of cum jetting forcefully from his dick. The video flickered off again and stayed off. Wendy got up and fiddled with various buttons, but to no avail.
“Fucker’s got a big pecker,” said Harry taking a swig of beer. “No wonder she likes him so damned much. Ya know, yur mama gives a great blowjob.”
“How d’ya know?”
“’Cause she’s been suckin’ me off since she was about yur age.”
“Oh? Have you ever, you know…”
“Fucked her? Yer mama? Oh sure! Lots of times! Lots of times like those two fellows.”
“Are, are you my daddy?” Wendy asked hoping to discover who her father was.
“Hmmm, maybe. Then again Kenny could be yur papa, or maybe even your grandpa could be yur pa, or any of a hundred men. Yur mama is a sweet girl, but she’s very free with her pussy, if ya know what Ah mean… Damn, Ah don’t know ‘bout chu Kitten, but dat made me horny as hell! Bet’ya made ya horny too.”
“Mmmm, maybe,” answered Wendy cautiously.
Harry saw that she was staring at the tenting of his shorts. Harry sensed it was time to be bold. “Makes me wanna beat off.”
“Beat off?”
“Yeah, ya know, jack off.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, come now! Ya had your shorts ‘n panties down when Ah walked in. Ya was playing with yur pussy, watching yur mama fuckin’. Weren’t ya? Same thing… a fellow gets hot and all bothered, whips out his pecker and beats off to relieve himself. Wanna see?”
“Well, I…”
“Ya seen a dick before haven’t ya? Living here with yur mama ya must’ve seen plenty o’ dicks.”
“Yeah, I guess… Okay, show me!”
“Ya won’t tell Mama? She’ll skin us both!”
“No… I won’t tell.”
“Ya better not… Say, is dat what happened?”
“What?”
“Katie got home awfully late last night, damned near woke up all the neighbors. Today, she runs Zeke off. Why? She catch Zeke messin’ with ya?”
“No!”
“Ya sure? Girl, Ah kin see by the look in yur eye dat yur lyin’.”
“No, I’m not lying! They had a fight! They always have fights. He’ll be back.”
“Maybe. ‘Suppose it don’t matter none… So, ya wanna see mah dick?”
“Ummmm, sure.”
“Ya want me to beat off fer ya?”
“Okay, okay!”
Harry kicked off his old beat up tennis shoes and then unsnapped his shorts. In one swift motion, he had them off. Lying back completely nude on the sofa he watched the young girl’s reaction, her eyes were riveted to his now semi-flaccid genitalia. Glancing at the clock, he noted that was just past eight o’clock. ‘Katie won’t be home for at least seven hours. Seven hours and already Ah gots my pants off! Like I always figured, she’s just like her mama!’
“It’s, it’s so …different.”
“What’cha talking about, girl?”
“Your thang. It’s not covered up.”
Harry roared in laughter. “It ain’t a thang, girl, it’s mah dick! Ya never seen a circumcised dick? …Oh, but ch’ve seen’em uncut? …Ya ain’t a virgin. Are ya?”
“Don’t laugh at me!”
“I’m sorry, Kitten, Ah jest didn’t know dat cha’ve already seen a dick up close and personal before. Zeke, he’s uncut?”
“Uncut?”
“Yeah. Has his foreskin to cover the tip of his prick. With boys, sometimes when they’re real little, their parents have’em circumcised.”
“Circumcised?”
“Yeah. Doc cuts off the foreskin.”
“Why?”
“Ah dunno. They jest do.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Ah dunno, Ah was little.”
“And the color, it’s more brown than purple.”
“What, mah warhead? Sure, dicks are colored different, just like girls have different colored nipples.
“Can I touch it?”
“Sure, honey. Ya can touch it all ya want.”
Wendy reached out and touched Harry’s semi-soft dick. Immediately it began stiffening in the palm of her hand. Wendy liked how it felt.
“How’s it do that?”
“Git hard? Well, if a pretty girl touches a fellow’s dick, it gits hard. Pumps up wid blood. Dat’s it, girl, pet it and it gets happy!”
Wendy giggled, “It gets happy?”
“God damned right it’s happy! Look at it! Oh yeah, it’s happy, just loves having a girl play with him. Dat’s it girl. Ah yeah, sweet thang, dat feels soooo good.”
“So… how d’ya beat off?”
“Here, let me show ya.” Harry reached down and replaced the girl’s hand with his own. With his thumb on top and three fingers along the underside he began the age-old method of male masturbation that most boys master before they’re nine. He took it slowly, making sure the brownish head deformed on each down stroke.
He removed his hand and put her hand back onto his dick. “Here ya go, try it. Beatin’ off is so much better if someone else does it fer ya.”
Wendy began jacking her hand up and down, just like old Harry showed her. It was a little awkward for her at first, sort of like the awkwardness of patting your head while rubbing your stomach, but soon she was jacking him smoothly.
“Ya sure ya ain’t done dis before?”
“No, not like this.”
“Oh? What’d ya do?”
“Nothing, I…”
“You’re lyin’ again. Zeke? Ya played with Zeke’s dick? Didn’t ya? Yur Mama caught ya playing with Zeke’s dick?”
“No,” she lied.
“Catch ya fuckin’ him? Is that it?”
“No, I…”
“Yeah, sure…Oh shit, baby, I feel it coming. It’s coming!”
“What’s com…”
“Oh fuck!”
Taken by surprise, Wendy gleefully watched as semen flowed from his throbbing cock in a flooding torrent, running down his shaft and across her hand. It didn’t shoot out like Zeke’s, but there was so much of it. Remembering the taste of cum from last night, Wendy couldn’t resist. Lowering head to his crotch, she engulfed the still flowing organ in her mouth.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” cried Harry in surprise. “Oh, fuck yeah! Suck it baby, suck on ole Harry’s nasty old dick! Oh, goddamn girl!”
Harry’s jiz tasted different from Zeke’s, more acrid and bitter from the cigars he smoked, but still, she enjoyed it, if for no other reason than the act itself seemed so nasty.
To her delight, she also found that Harry’s dick fit into her mouth a lot easier than Zeke’s did. With Zeke, she could only manage maybe half of his big cock. With Harry, she had it all and had her nose buried in a puddle of jiz pooled at the base of his cock in the tangle of his pubic hair. She pulled off a little and descended again, rotating her face so that she nuzzled his balls with her nose. She’d smelled Zeke’s balls last night and liked the slightly pungent odor, but with Harry, she could smell his balls while sucking his dick. She liked that a lot.
Harry quickly went soft, but Wendy continued nibbling his limp noodle, causing him to jerk as she tweaked his now super sensitive pecker cap. “Goddamn girl! Ah! Ah! Ohhhh , damn girl!” he cursed as he involuntarily jerked about.
Finally she let his soft cock slip from her lips with a plop. Looking up his body she was struck by how his stomach didn’t seem quite so big when he was lying on his back, just a hairy rounded bulge rather than the sagging gut when he was upright.
“Dat was nice, Kitten, real nice. Ah take it dat ya like ole Harry’s dick.”
“Mmmmmm, yeah,” she giggled. “It’s not too big.”
“Well, glad ya liked it. Ya sucked dick before, eh? Who? Boyfriends? Zeke? Well, ya don’t gotta tell me, it don’t matter none. Say, how ‘bout if Ah return the favor?”
“What d’ya mean?”
“Ya beat me off. Did a great job too. The blowjob was a surprise. Now, let me return the favor.”
“How so?”
“First, ya gotta get naked.”
“I dunno.”
“Come on, girlie. Ya’ve been naked with a man before. Ain’t ya? So don’t act so innocent. Ya get naked and we’ll have lots of fun.” Harry arched his eyebrow adding, “If ya want, Ah’ll let ya suck mah dick again. Mama won’t be home for hours.”
“I dunno, Harry.”
“Ah’ll take ya ta Chuckie-Cheese tomorrow.”
It had been over a year since she went to Chuckie-Cheese and played all the games at Sara’s birthday party. As much as Wendy loved playing the games and loved the pizza, her mama just couldn’t afford it, so she never went back.
“Promise? Chuckie -Cheese?”
“Sure, Kitten, if ya wanna go, Ah’ll take ya.”
“Oh, yes! Yes!” Visions of long streamers of coupons filled her head and all the neat stuff that she would get for winning them.
“Now let’s have a little fun, jest me and you. ‘Morrow we’ll have even more fun at Chuckie-Cheese. Okay?”
Wendy answered by pulling her t-shirt over her head.
“Oh, nice nipples!”
“You really like them?”
“Oh yes, darling! By the size of ‘em Ah’d venture dat very soon you’re gonna have some real nice tits, nice big knockers like yer mama, a rack made for sucking.”
“You think so?”
“Ah really do, darling… Now take off dem shorts.”
With growing ardor Harry watched as she shed her shorts.
“Damn girl! Yur mama buy those panties for ya? Looks like sumpthin’ out of Playboy.”
“It’s a thong.”
“Turn around. Damn, dat’s nice, really nice. Don’t leave much for the imagination, now do it? Yeah… Ah like’em, really like’em, but ya better take’em off too,” he hoarsely whispered. “Ah wouldn’t wanna ruin’em or nuttin’.”
Wendy hooked her thumb under the thin waistband and shimmed out of the tiny thong.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Harry hissed. It had been a long time since he was this excited and to his surprise, he had stroked his dick to another erection. “We’d better open up the sofa.”
“Ya know, Ah gave dis sofa-bed to yur mama. Now c’mere and lie beside me.”
Naked, Wendy cuddled up to Harry, lying on the bare, stained mattress, nestling between his left arm and his body, resting her head on his broad shoulder, her hand replacing Harry’s hand on his nearly rigid prick. Wendy murmured a low, barely audible, “Mmmmmmm,” as she lay in his embrace, squeezing his turgid rod. It felt so good, so secure to be held, so good to be holding the old man’s hot dick.
Harry’s right hand slowly began stroking her body, lightly tracing little circles across the bare flesh of her tummy. She giggled as he stroked the sides of her ribs. Tickling her was not what he had in mind, so he quickly moved his hand back to her stomach and then moved up her flat chest, until he was circling one of her puffy nipples. Reaching down to his crotch, he scooped up some jiz and then spread it over her nipples. “Dis’ll make yur tits grow,” he said with a straight face.
Wendy puzzled over that statement for a moment. “You sure? Zeke said if I swallowed it, that’d make my tits grow.”
Harry chuckled, “Yeah, dat’s right, but dis helps too. Sort of like fertilizin’em.”
Katie sat at the bar, sipping a ginger ale with Roxie. It had been a slow night, very slow. Besides a few lap dances, the only action she’d had was when she first got there. It had been so slow that even after their hour was up, Randy didn’t come to get her, letting Hoss and his equally big buddy, Lil’ John fuck her and fuck her for nearly straight two hours.
The night before during her first encounter with him, she discovered to her dismay that the use of a condom with the big brute was impractical, or at least the condom she had available to her. He had derisively laughed as she rolled an extra large condom over him. On his first brutal thrust into her fuck hole, the over expanded latex sheath had ripped to shreds. After that, protection from Hoss was a mute point. It was against the rules, but seeing that Lil’John was just as big, she had simply allowed them to fuck her bareback.
“Randy didn’t even charge them extra,” she complained, “he just shrugged it off telling me, ‘You didn’t have anything better to do, besides, they’re good customers. Might as well create some goodwill.’ Goodwill! My pussy, my ass, and my mouth are so sore! Goodwill!”
Roxie skewed her mouth and leaned in close to Katie. “Good customers? Goodwill? Well, guess you don’t know it, but Hoss, Lil’John and Randy are cousins.”
“What?”
“Hoss and Lil’John. They’re brothers, Randy’s first cousins. Randy generally plays it straight with the girls, but he does look the other way when it comes to blood.”
“That, son-of-a-bitch!”
“Easy girl, easy. You could get yourself hurt you know. Just accept it, but get yourself a little notebook and make sure you get what’s owed you.” Roxie took a sip of her drink. “Now if you want a normal man to enjoy you ever again, you better do your kegels to tighten back up. Uh, oh. Don’t look now Katie, but Hoss wants you.”
Katie looked over to the table where Hoss and Lil’John sat drinking beer. Sure enough, he was gesturing towards her to come to his table.
“How ‘bout a lap dance, Katie?”
“That’ll be twenty dollars.”
“Put it on my tab.”
Katie signaled the waitress and instructed her to charge Hoss for a lap dance. The music started and Katie pulled her dress over her head. Before she put her dress down onto the table, she saw that Hoss had his salami-like pecker out, standing out from the fly of his jeans. Hoss grabbed her, spun her around facing away from him and forced her to straddle his lap, his huge cock running into her sore pussy in one full thrust that caused her to gasp. Katie’s mouth formed a rictus, but was unable to cry out from the pain. Hoss then roughly mauled her tits hissing, “Dance, you funkin’ whore, dance on my dick!”
Randy had made in perfectly clear that genital contact was absolutely forbidden in the main bar area and she could be fired, but the cruel squeezing her tender breasts let her know that she really had no choice but grind her ass into him, grinding her overstuffed pussy on his massive prick. After the initial shock, the big thick cock actually felt wonderful, as she had she had already stretched out to accommodate Hoss’ organ, but the painful maltreatment of her tits increased in spite of her gyrations on his cock. Looking out into the small crowd, looking for salvation, she found at best indifference or outright tacit approval from the nearby leering men. Even Roxie seemed to be laughing at her as she took up with two fresh customers.
Katie thought she might escape her tormentor at the end of the song, but as another song began, he began lifting her by the tits, forcing her fuck herself on his dick. Soon her body betrayed her as pain and pleasure were melded into an incredible mind blowing orgasm. Hoss let her ride the crest of her pleasure throughout the second song before showing mercy on her abused breasts. By that time she was so delirious with fuck lust that she continued to rise and fall in his lap. It was well into the third song before she felt the huge cock finally swell and throb and felt her pussy become noticeably wetter while he once again filled her with his seed.
Spent, Hoss’ cock grew soft in her twat. Even flaccid, it filled her like the hard cocks of most men. She remained sitting in his lap, stuffed with his fat flaccid cock, squeezing him as best she could as the fourth song played.
The waitress brought two cold brews to the table. Feeling up the waitress’ ass, Lil’John snickered, “Put me down for a lap dance with this lady.” As soon as the waitress turned away, he unfastened his jeans and whipped out his giant hard-on. Reaching over, he pulled Katie from his brother with a sucking sound that could be heard from six feet way, as her wet pussy was pulled away from Hoss’s limp cock. Lil’John positioned her facing him. Katie reached down and directed the extraordinary organ to her wanton, eager pussy and lowered herself on him.
To be continued...
In Chapter 4, Harry scores but he's rudely interrupted.
This will be a seven chapter series.
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