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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [Winslow} "On the Strip: A Vegas Story" (D/s, FMMM/F), [4/5]
Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 15:10:03 -0500
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On the Strip
Part 4/5
Don Winslow


For a long time nobody moved.  Nikki, released by the 
clutching hands, now settled back onto her tucked-in heels, 
her head bowed in submissive resignation, huddled shoulders 
heaving raggedly from her recent exertions.  Her blond face 
was wet and sticky, glistening with the older woman's 
slowly-drying pussy juices.  Thoroughly cowed by now, the 
girl didn't dare to wipe her face.


The two men sat watching as the matron of the house came 
back to earth, flushed and sweating, slack limbs splayed 
out, jellied breasts heaving with ripples of aftershock.  
Both men were powerfully aroused by what they had just 
witnessed;  Franco was clearly itching to get in on the 
action  But he knew the Missus pretty well.  And he was 
sure she would oblige him.


In time Natalie stirred; ordered Hutch to fix her a drink.  
She regarded the girl who was still kneeling at her feet 
for just a moment, and then graciously allowed as how Nikki 
should also be given an extra slug of booze.  She wasn't 
moved by pity so much as the fact that she wanted the half-
exhausted girl alive and lively, because, as she now 
explained to the drained, depleted prisoner, the fun had 
only just begun.


The mistress of the house, now beckoned Franco to her and 
whispered in his ear.  Nikki, watching out of the corner of 
her eye, saw him nod his head vigorously, while beneath his 
thick mustache, he showed his big teeth in a widened grin.


Now Natalie addressed the kneeling girl.


"You know slut, you're not too bad as a cunt-lapper. Could 
improve a bit though.  But don't worry about it. You're 
gonna get a lot of practice with this cunt of mine.  
Starting tomorrow, you're gonna ask me real nice if you can 
suck it... twice a day.  Oh yeah, you're gonna learn to use 
that big mouth of yours.  Maybe the boys'll want to fuck 
it.  But right now, I get the feeling Franco here wants to 
fuck that sloppy cunt of yours. 

  
"Yeah, he does what I say.  And he'll fuck you if that's 
what I want.  But you might have to talk him into it cause 
Franco here's got class.  He'd just as soon piss on a dirty 
slut like you.  You'll have to ask him to fuck you, real 
nice now."  They waited.


Nikki, swallowing heard, her eyes on the carpet whispered 
the humiliating words.


"Would you please fuck me."


You gonna have to learn better  than that, cow" her 
mistress uttered tight-lipped.  "You must say :' I'm 
nothing but a slut and  a whore, and I don't deserve your 
cock, but please fuck my sloppy cunt, sir.'  Now say it!"


Burning with deep-seated humiliation, the embarrassed girl 
repeated the degrading words.


"Sure, baby," Franco beamed, was slipping off his shoes, 
dropping his pants, slipping down his briefs, and neatly 
folding each item of clothing, till he stood in his 
shirtsleeves, his rampant prick, slender, long and slightly 
bowed.  


"That's better.  Now you try real hard, maybe you can make 
my boy Franco happy.  And then, if you're a real good girl, 
it might be time for beddy-bye for you.  You'd like that 
wouldn't you?"


"Yes, mistress," was all the numb blonde could muster in a 
husky whisper.


Natalie beamed, nodded to her henchman, who now advanced on 
the kneeling blonde, his prick bobbing before  him.   He 
grabbed the kneeling girl roughly by a handful of hair, and 
hauled her to her feet.    Then, without a word, he shoved 
her forward towards the iron bedstead that stood at the far 
side of the room.  This was a double-sized bedframe, the 
wire springs exposed when the mattress had been removed.  
He dumped Nikki on the metal grid and she bounced with a 
yelp.


Before she knew what was happening, he shoved her down on 
the pliant wire springs, then climbed up to kneel between 
her sprawled legs.  He lifted her left leg and flung it 
aside, opening her up further.  Nikki, uncomfortable on the 
iron grid that pressed into her back and her still-hurting 
butt, tried to keep still.  She was determined to let the 
man have his way with her, hoping against hope, that that 
would be last of her ordeal, and she would be allowed some 
much needed rest.   Motionless, her eyes closed, the blond 
girl let him arrange her as he liked, limp as a rag doll.


Franco gazed down on those slack young thighs, open in 
slovenly invitation, the moist pink slot with its fleshy 
lips gaping, gleaming wetly, inches from his straining 
prick.  Steadying himself with hand on the bedsprings,  he 
guided his rock hard prick towards Nikki's waiting pussy.  
For a moment he let the swollen head of his cock rub up and 
down the ragged labia.  Then he bore down on her, thrusting 
into her voluptuous, pneumatic body.


The impaled woman closed her eyes, and tossed her head, 
letting out a long shivering groan as the mobster's rigid 
prick slid smoothly up her slick, wet cunt.  When he was 
buried to the hilt, he held himself there, savoring the 
enfolding heat inner heat of that snug passageway, before 
beginning his slow withdrawal, and then starting to fuck 
the curvaceous blond with measured, deliberate strokes.  
The girl gurgled deep in her throat, but except for the few 
sounds of passion she uttered, she reacted hardly at all.  
She simply lay there, letting herself be fucked.  


She uttered tight grunts with each thrust he made.  But 
then, from her inert body, came the first signs of 
animation -- her hips began twitching   Until now, Nikki 
had gone through the motions numbly, following orders 
through a series of bizarre sexual orders.  But now her 
healthy young body was definitely responding.  As the 
others could tell, the big blonde was clearly being turned 
on.


 Then she was squirming openly on the sagging springs.  
Soon Franco was pumping in and out of the jogging girl, 
while her hips were rocking back to meet his every thrust.  
He fell hard on her, crushing her warm wiggling body 
beneath him, grinding his chest on his jellied tits, 
rubbing against the hardened nipples that pressed into his 
chest, savoring the heavenly feel of that writhing body 
squirming against his.  He had her moaning openly; her 
hands came up to find his hunched back.


By now Franco was plunging wholeheartedly, fucking the girl 
with fiery urgency. Grabbing her by the legs he raised the 
lower half of her supple body and folded her in half at the 
waist, rolling her back onto her shoulders so her cunt was 
up-tilted, as he shifted upward to deepen his penetration.  
At this sudden shift, the big blue eyes flew open, widening 
in surprise as his churning cock charted unexplored depths.  
The girl let out a delighted yelp, and locked her failing 
legs around his loins, capturing him, holding him, 
squeezing, greedily seeking even deeper penetration, hungry 
for more.

 
Driven to a frenzy of excitement, Franco was pounding into 
the bouncing, thrashing female with furious determination.  
He felt her heels drumming a rapid tattoo on his undulating 
butt, and her lusty animal grunts in his ear, urging him 
on.


Suddenly, he stiffened, and he came, his surging prick 
pulsating rapidly, erupting in powerful bursts deep in 
Nikki's spasming sex.   A few seconds later, Nikki 
experienced a thundering orgasm that, racked her rigid body 
from head to toe with a massive convulsive shudder.  She 
arched up, straining to hold him, to cling to the heights 
of rapture till the last possible moment.  Held there, she 
twisted in ecstatic abandon, crying out as she teetered on 
the edge.  And then, with a long plaintive moan of 
shivering passion, she slid down the other side, and 
collapsed gratefully to the bouncy springs.  She lay there, 
surrendering to the receding waves of passion, content to 
be carried along in the blissful aftermath of her gut-
wrenching orgasm.

     
Nikki felt the springs shift as the mobster dismounted.  
She lay with eyes closed.  Now, she would surely be given a 
much needed rest?


As it happened, Natalie herself was satiated, well spent by 
now, and ready for bed.  But there was one final act that 
must be performed.  Sitting in the rounded low-back chair, 
the middle-aged woman ordered her sex slave to attend her.  
Stiff, and hurting from being tossed around on the hard, 
wire springs, Nikki came to her mistress and obediently 
fell to her knees.  But  Natalie  seemed to have had her 
fill of her new plaything for now, and she wished only to 
force the girl to submit to one final act of symbolic 
servitude.  Natalie ordered the young woman to bow her 
head, and extend her neck to docilely accept a wide leather 
collar.  Her mistress slipped the strap around her neck, 
carefully lifting the folds of soft hair over the nape, to 
loop the neck and secure the leather band in place.   She 
ordered that the naked, collared girl be taken away.  And 
Hutch came and got her.


He secured a lather leash to the D-ring in the collar, and 
Nikki was now further humiliated for she was made to crawl 
after him.  Her fulsome breasts hung below her bent torso, 
swaying heavily as she followed the gangster up the 
carpeted stairs on hands and knees.  Natalie watched her 
naked love slave being led from the room, admired the 
churning of those rosey-hued rearcheeks as the girl made 
her way up the stairs, and she smiled to herself.  Tomorrow 
would be another day.


Hutch lead Nikki to a small bedroom, rather ordinary in 
many respects, except that there were no covers on the bed.  
She would be attached by the collar to the headboard.  He 
warned her that she was remain naked and tethered, and he 
pointed to a chamber pot she could use, as well as a video 
camera high in the corner of the room which would cover 
every move she made.  She would be constantly watched, and 
if she was stupid enough to disobey and try to release 
herself, she might get "the Missus" mad.  And that was 
something she didn't want to do, he told her, laughing and 
coping a quick feel as he left for the night.


End of Part 4
Copyright 2001, Don Winslow
Dwin2001@yahoo.com
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www





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