0 comments/ 26363 views/ 0 favorites The Virgin East By: angelove_2001 Author's Note: After a brief respite from my erotic writings, I am back with this work. It's a collection of fantasies compiled into one wild time on the East coast. Be aware that this is not textbook BDSM. Those into the hardcore S&M scene may find that my real-life take on the subject bends some of the rules a bit. Please send feedback and vote when finished reading each portion. Part 1 introduces the characters and sets the stage for what is yet to cum. Do enjoy... PART 1 Minky Smith’s heels tapped a swift staccato on the concrete as she hurried to the terminal. At last, the long-awaited day had arrived. The silver bird that would take her on her virgin trip out east (virgin because she’d never been out east) was waiting on the runway. Minky had said goodbye to her husband when he dropped her off at the doors. He’d been clingy, and for a moment, Minky felt sad about duping him. After all, he thought she was on a group sight-seeing tour, and though he’d tried to tag along, she’d made it clear that she had NEVER gotten to do ANYTHING by herself. He’d been by her side since high school, and she needed to venture out on her own. She had promised him, that yes, she would return. Little did he know, though, that she probably wouldn’t be the same person then as when she left. Now, thinking of what lay ahead, Minky shivered, and tried her best not to let her nerves boil over. She made it through the ticket counter, then was stopped at the search station. She would’ve gotten aroused as the attendant’s hands patted her down, but he did it with such an efficient and bored manner that it wasn’t even interesting. ‘Sort of like a robot,’ she thought. "Excuse me?" The man’s hooded dark brown eyes suddenly lifted and drilled into hers. She’d said it out loud? "Oh, sorry, just talking to myself." "What did you say, ma’am?" "Well, I was thinking that you seemed rather like a robot. But then, you must do so many searches a day..." She laughed, to make light of the situation. But obviously the attendant was in no kidding mood. "Ma’am, I’ve been highly trained for this. I hear everything everyone says and I must take it into consideration. You think I’m a robot, you think I’m amusing. Well, it doesn’t amuse me. I’ll have to look into your bags." ‘Shit. No. Fuck.’ Thankfully this time Minky kept the words inside her head. She didn’t want to cause more trouble, so she followed the attendant to the farthest room and hoisted her bags to the table. She took a seat in the indicated chair and watched in distress as the attendant unzipped the larger of the bags. He withdrew a leather skirt, four inch spike heels, filmy blouses, sheer negligee, thigh high stockings and thongs. His bored demeanor was gone and Minky watched in growing anger as he pawed through her personal belongings. He held up a choke chain, the very chain that Matt had instructed her to buy specially for the trip. "You got a dog along do ya?" "No." "What’s this for, then....you?" He grinned at her lecherously and for a minute Minky considered launching herself out of her chair and pistoning this evil man straight in his crotch. But no, that wouldn’t do. She had a flight to catch. "Maybe...I’m really not sure." "Not sure....not sure....hmmmm...she’s not sure..." He mimicked her as he continued through the rest of the bag. Then, "Well, well, WELL.......now here’s some interesting shit! You have NO idea how much I love my job!" With a flourish, he held up a pink plastic vibrating dildo. "Where are the batteries?" "In a BAG, which you’ll find if you’ll just dig a LITTLE further!" Minky was fuming. "Getting mouthy are we? Tell me.....just what are you....some sort of whore? Are you a prostitute?" "Oh fuck you!! You can go straight to hell. NO, I’m NOT a fucking whore. I’m meeting someone and it’s really none of your business." He grinned again, that toothy grin that she was beginning to despise. "Oh, but is IS my business. You see, your plane takes off in exactly," a pointed glance at his wristwatch, "forty-five minutes. From all this shit here, I have an idea that whoever you’re meeting might be a LITTLE disappointed if you don’t show. Am I right?" Minky didn’t answer. "Answer me. Now, if you’re going to get on that plane, you’ll need to do exactly as I say. So tell me.....who the FUCK are you meeting?" The attendant pulled a chair across the room as he spoke, and the last words were practically spit into Minky’s face. "A friend...off the internet." More rauchous laughter. "The internet, huh? You gonna get yourself killed. And besides, what do you need the internet for? You’re way too pretty to be meeting someone off there. That’s for skanks." Minky didn’t know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut. He got up from his chair, and dug to the bottom of her bag, extracting two more dildos. "Sheesh. You ARE a slut. How much does it take to satisfy you?" Minky again refused to comment. "Maybe I should confiscate these......for evidence." Minky replied, "Oh, I HIGHLY doubt I’ll be able to kill someone with a plastic DILDO." "Ahhhhhhhhhh....there ya go. I like it when the prey fights back. Well, we have 37 minutes til your plane lifts off now. What are we gonna do with you?" Minky knew it was a rhetorical question, and she felt the curls of fear in her stomach. Thirty-seven minutes. That’s not enough time. Christ, she didn’t want to miss her flight. Matt would kill her, totally kill her, and besides, as scared as she was of actually meeting him, she was also looking forward to it. She tried to keep her voice low and steady, but it raised to a shaky squeak all on its own. "Look, ok, surely there must be something we can work out. I mean, I’m not breaking any rules. I don’t know why you detained me." "No? Because I could tell that under that nice lil’ suit you’re wearin’, you’re a slut. Aren’t ya?" "Well, I suppose you could put it like that." "So take out my dick and suck it. It’s already hard. It won’t take long." Minky was nonplused. "Wha-....you want me to.........what?" "Suck my dick, bitch," the guy’s voice had lowered to a menacing growl. "It won’t take long, I’m already hard, so get to it. You don’t want to miss your flight and believe me, you’re not leavin’ here til you suck me dry." Minky’s mouth instantly went dry. Suck some stranger’s dick? God, what if....... "Can I use a rubber or something? I mean......" "No. Get to it. Now." He grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. Minky fumbled with his zipper and soon had it down. She could see his hard cock beneath his uniform pants, and then she reached inside and withdrew its length. She stroked his cock..... ‘A nice specimen,’ she mused. His hand gripped in her hair shook her back to reality, and he forced her mouth down to his dick. "Wet your lips. Lick ‘em. Lemme see you do it. Look up at me and lick. Get lotsa spit. C’mon, lemme see.....yeah, like that, yeah," then he plunged his prick into her mouth and nearly down her throat all in one motion. Minky gagged at the sudden invasion, then she controlled herself and opened her mouth wider to accommodate his fast thrusts. Just when she didn’t know if she could take any more, she felt him swell. She reached up and massaged his balls gently, felt them tighten, and then she felt the first hot burst of jism hit the back of her throat. "Uuuuuughhhhhhhh...." the attendant grunted out his release, his hips moving slower and slower til they finally came to a rest. He withdrew his dick and tucked it away. "That was good, slut. Really good." Minky swallowed. "Thank you." Then she realized she was shaking. She’d just sucked some stranger’s dick. Oh god, what the fuck was she thinking. "Get your stuff packed up. Then you’re free to go," the efficient mask was back on, the hooded eyes not meeting hers. He reached the door, "Oh, and I’ll call Matt and tell him you’ll do just fine." The only sound was the heavy metal door clanking shut. ‘Matt? What? Oh god.....oh GOD.’ Minky’s breath was ragged. She should’ve known he’d test her. Was it a test? Oh thank god that guy was someone he knew. Thank god. She was half joyful, have scared. She threw her things into the bag, grabbed them, and made quick steps through the terminal. She finally reached her gate and managed a wan smile as the flight attendant directed her to her seat. ‘Great, just my luck,’ she thought as she squeezed her way between a stout grey-haired woman with a mustache and a rotund mid-thirties gentleman with a bald head and gold-rimmed glasses. ‘Damn, I was hoping for someone good-looking,’ she mused, because suddenly Minky realized that her panties were a soaking slippery wet. *** Stephanie Monteray stumbled along the cool cement wall that lined Matt’s basement. She was blindfolded and chained by one ankle to some sort of pole in the middle of the floor. She shivered slightly, the air damp and chilly on her bare skin. This wasn’t what she’d expected. She’d received instructions from Matt via email, and she’d been looking forward to meeting him for months. She thought he was a bit different, but he seemed nice enough. She thought maybe they’d see a nice movie, hopefully a romantic one, before eating dinner for two at a restaurant and then making sweet love in a hotel room. But that had changed the minute she’d gotten into the taxi waiting for her. Someone was already in it, and that someone had blindfolded her and gripped her hands so hard that it hurt. It really hurt. She’d been led up a cement path and then through a door and down some stairs. She’d tried to find out whether the person holding her in such a tough grip was Matt, but it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t be that mean. He wouldn’t. A single tear drifted down under the blindfold as she realized that she’d misread the whole situation. ‘Oh God, please don’t let me die," she silently prayed. That’s when they’d reached what she’d found to be the basement. She’d be told to strip, and at first she balked but the man twisted her arms behind her back and growled something about doing it himself. She’d felt metal cuffs being clamped around her wrists and then something cool was slicing through her clothes. When she realized it was a knife, she nearly fainted. All too soon she was completely naked, but she didn’t have time to be ashamed as her ankle was clamped into a heavy chain and she was told to occupy herself until told otherwise. All was silent then, and once she was sure she was alone, she broke down into heavy sobs. At length, she finally quieted. Her tears dried on her cheeks and she sniffled. ‘Well, might as well feel what I can...’ She felt around, exploring, but there was nothing but the chain, the pole, and the wall. It was peculiar. She had nothing more to do then, so she sat on the cold cement floor, her nipples hardening with the chill. She was uncomfortable, scared and lonely. "Matt.....where are you?" She whispered shakily into the dark room. As she expected, there was no answer. *** Matt checked the caller ID on his vibrating cell phone before flipping it open to connect the call, "Hey Colin. How’d things go?" "Really well.....yeah, really good. You’ll have fun with her. She’s a bit mouthy, but I’m sure you’re up to that," there was humor in his voice. Matt grinned wryly, "Well, I never did like a limp dishrag. She get you off?" "OH....yeah, thanks for that, buddy. I wasn’t sure she’d give in, but she’s just a slut at heart I guess." "Good. See you tomorrow night." "Gottcha. Leave somma that ass for me." As the connection ended, Matt glanced at his watch. Almost time for Minky’s plane to arrive. Stephie slut had been downstairs for nearly an hour and had just quit whining and crying. Once he was sure she was fine, Matt headed for the airport. *** "Mike, would you please take out the garbage, load the dishwasher, and fix the bathroom sink before you head to the game?" Mike Jones grunted out of his easy chair and stretched. Too much work for a weekend, he thought. His old lady could get to be rather much sometimes. Sure, he loved her, yeah, but she was.......well, how could he put it.....she was a tired, heavier version of the woman he’d married. Guess kids’ll do that. But tomorrow......tomorrow there’d be none of the honey-dos. Tomorrow night was poker night. Matt said he’d had something special planned and Mike was willing to bet that Colin was in on the big secret from the shit-eatin’ grin he’d been wearing for the last week. But Colin wouldn’t spill the beans, no matter how much pressure Mike put to him. "Sure thing, hun," Mike called back. Oh, til tomorrow. *** Rob Miller shuffled his feet rather nervously as he watched the flight monitor. He glanced at his wristwatch. Matt should’ve been here by now. Hope he didn’t have trouble with that other bitch. Matt had said he’d have no trouble handling her on his own, but he wanted Rob here to meet Minky. Minky....weird name. He’d have to ask her about that. He didn’t know what this chick looked like, but Matt said she was very tall and had blonde hair. Shouldn’t be too hard to spot. Rob turned his gaze to the nearby parking area and saw Matt drive up. He waved in greeting, then turned as the flight he wanted was announced. More time passed and he was getting impatient, but then he saw her....blondish-brownish hair, no, more brownish...thought Matt said blonde. Glasses. Sort of tall. Not really special looking. Matt was gonna be disappointed. She walked toward him, smiling, and then the grey-haired gentleman to his right took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. ‘Oh, guess that’s not her. Guess maybe I shouldn’t seem so eager. Could get myself in trouble.’ A few guys had gathered to Rob’s left, and as Rob searched the crowd with his gaze again, he felt them nudging each other. He followed the direction of their eyes and this time it had to be her. Had to be. Taller than he expected. Slimmer than he expected. Blonde hair. Most definitely. A tight-looking tanned body. Legs......good god.......long legs. The guys were chuckling and saying something about legs to wrap around a guy but then Rob hurried off and didn’t hear the rest. "Minky." She turned, locking his gaze as he greeted her, "I’m Rob." "Rob, nice to meet you. So, when do I meet the man of the hour?" "I suppose you mean Matt. Well, that’s really not up to you now is it." He saw the shock in her face. "Good grief. Can’t any of you guys take a freakin’ joke?" "Not really. Now, follow me." Matt had said to be harsh with her, but she really looked too sweet. However, Matt had seemed to know what he was talking about, so he’d do his best. "Hurry it up.....keep with me." "Ok, ROB, have you ever walked on a cement floor in heels as quickly as you can? It’s not easy." "Do I care? No, I do not, if there was a doubt in your mind. But, lucky for you, here’s the taxi." They piled in and Rob laid his hand on her leg. He was hard just thinking about doing her. She’d be a fine piece of ass to bang. He glanced behind the taxi. Matt was pulling into traffic, just behind them. Rob reached forward and handed the driver an address on a slip of paper. Soon, the taxi arrived. Minky got out and looked around at the residential neighborhood. ‘Wonder if this is Matt’s place.’ Rob led her to the door, and directed her downstairs. This had to be Matt’s house. Had to be. Rob shut the door after her, and Minky heard a click. ‘Oh funny, I’m locked in his basement. Very funny. Somehow it’s not all that amusing though.’ She gingerly felt her way down the steep stairs, and then paused instantly when she heard the clanking of a chain. ‘A dog? Oh surely not. What if it’s mean. Oh god. Shit, I’m down here in the dark with a dog. Hope it’s a nice one.’ She was panting by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, half in fear, half in trepidation. She paused on the bottom step. The clanking had stopped and she could hear panting in the room. She closed her eyes, blinked, willing them to adjust to the dark interior of the house. Then shapes became visible, slowly, and then she blinked again. Another woman? Surely not. She was supposed to be the star of this party. But hmmmmmmm....yes, there WAS another woman. Chained to the pole in the center of the floor. ‘Thank god it’s not a dog....’ The woman started, "What?" She squeaked. "Oh, was I talking out loud again, gee, I must’ve been. Well, I thought you were a dog and I was scared, but you’re not and...." Minky realized she was babbling and shut her mouth. She set down her bags and inspected the woman more closely. She was nude, had huge tits, and was a bit on the pudgy side, but not too bad. She could be called voluptuous. She was blindfolded, and her wrists were cuffed behind her. She was either cold or turned on because her nipples were rock hard. Minky opted for the former reason as she realized she was shivering herself. The door at the top of the stairs opened then, and both women froze like a deer in headlights. Minky breathed a sigh of relief. "It’s just Rob." "Who’s Rob?" The other woman called out. "Oh, Rob is....well, he’s Rob. I’m not sure who he is. Who ARE you anyway?" Minky turned to him. "None of your business. Turn around." Minky saw a blindfold in his hands. "May I please use the restroom first?" "To piss or shit?" Minky was startled, "Well, that’s none of your....." The look on his face stopped her, "to piss." "Then no, you may not. Turn around." Minky turned around, in shock. No? No? What the hell. "Hey, wait a minu-..." Her wrists were quickly clasped behind her in metal cuffs and her ankle was hooked a few seconds later. She was caught. Hook, line and sinker. ‘Damn.’ Rob grabbed her right tit through her clothes and squeezed hard. "Matt wants to undress you himself...unwrap his package, so to speak." "Oh.....ok....." Minky could do nothing but stand silently as Rob wrapped the blindfold around her head and tied it securely. Then he trudged heavily up the stairs and Minky heard the click as the door closed. Then, quiet. Minky shuffled around a bit, then squatted in a semi-comfortable position. "Hey....how long have you been here?" "A couple hours....." Came the whimpery voice. "He didn’t let me go pee either and I’ve gotta go BAD...." The other woman started crying, sobbing, and Minky rolled her eyes beneath her blindfold. "Oh come ON. Quit babbling. Sit there and shut up so I can fucking think." The sobs quieted again, and again they heard the door open. Slow steps. Then nothing. Minky got to her feet, preparing herself, for a blow, for a hit, for whatever might come. Where was he? He was here. She could feel him. Where?... *** To be continued. Author's Note: Please send me feedback and suggestions on this story...I appreciate all comments! Also, please take the time to vote! The Virgin East Ch. 02 The sobs quieted again, and again they heard the door open. Slow steps. Then nothing. Minky got to her feet, preparing herself, for a blow, for a hit, for whatever might come. Where was he? He was here. She could feel him. Where?... *** Minky felt his hand in her hair first. Gripping. Tight. So tight it brought tears to her eyes, then releasing. "Hmmmmmmmmmm......let me have a look.....inspect the meat, as it were...." He chuckled softly, but to Minky it already seemed rather sadistic. But, he had a nice voice, she decided. She had to give him that. She liked the faint English accent. She wished she could see his eyes, but knew he’d remove her blindfold when the time was right. "I-it’s nice to.....meet you....finally," Minky ventured. "I just...have one question." "Only one?" "Yes." She took his silence for acquiesence, and asked tentatively, "May I please use your restroom?" More silence. Then, "No." Minky couldn’t help it. The stresses of the day thus far were too much and she felt her bottom lip quiver. "But.......I......" "Have to go really bad and if Matt makes me stand here for much longer I won’t be able to hold it?" He finished for her. She could only nod. "Ok, I’m taking off the cuffs, so you need to promise me that you won’t hit me, or try to get away, or do anything stupid like that, ok?" Again she nodded. She heard him fishing around for keys, and then the metal locks were released. "Thank you," she whispered. He guided her to a spot farther from the post in the room. The chain around her ankle dragged a bit painfully. She’d expected him to undo that too. How else would she get to the bathroom? She heard him set something on the floor with a clunk. The he lowered her, "Sit." She felt something cold beneath her ass. A bucket? Good grief. She heard a smile in his voice. That sadistic bastard. "Yes, you will piss in the bucket. You will dispose of it later....unless, of course, you disobey me, and then I’ll make you drink it." God what a bastard. She couldn’t believe her ears. He wanted her to pee in front of him AND the strange woman? There was no way she was doing this. No way. Her face burned from embarrassment as she pictured the way she looked. Classy suit and heels, sitting on a bucket, trying to pee. "What’s the matter? Can’t go?" Oh christ, he was still in front of her. "Well, no, I mean, not with you WATCHING me....." She heard his zipper and figured she knew what he was doing. Fine, she’d suck his dick, and gladly, but that still wouldn’t help her piss. "Ok, I’m gonna count to 10 and you’re going to piss or I’m going to piss all over you. Maybe THEN that’ll help you go." She felt close to tears.... "Oh, please....no...." "One." She concentrated. She had to go so bad. Oh god. "Two. Three. Four." Shit. Go. Go. Go. Go. "Five. Six." Oh god, please..... She was sweating. "Seven. Eight." Ok, almost there.....oh god. "Nine... Ready, lil Minky?" "No, no, no....please," she started sobbing, and then mercifully, thankfully, her full bladder released and she heard it echo in the empty bucket in a stream. She buried her face in her hands and cried, releasing all the tension of the trip. Matt took her hands and helped her stand up. "Lucky you, slut. I’ll have to save my urine for another time." She could feel his eyes roving over her body, figuritively tearing her limb from limb. "Nice long legs. Hmmmmmmmmm......nice figure...posture’s not quite so haughty as it was when I first came down those stairs." Suddenly she felt his hand at the front of her suit jacket and then a rip. Buttons clattered over the cement floor. ‘That fucker just ripped my clothes....if he was gonna do that, then he could’ve at least told me to wear something I didn’t mind having ripped.’ Minky could feel her face contort as her thoughts got angrier, as that emotion replaced the distress of moments earlier. "Pouting, are we?" Matt’s voice contained laughter now. "No." "And now we are lying too." More steel in his tone, and then Minky heard a click. "Well if you don’t like it when I rip your clothes, I’ll cut them off." With that, he slid a cold metal blade under her lace camisole. She could feel the steel against her breasts, cold, sharp. She knew if she moved....it would be dangerous. Oh yes, dangerous. She forgot the other woman in the room, then, forgot her, forgot the cold, and nothing existed but this sharp steely blade against her breast. The cold metal against her nipple. The sliding across her skin and then the slitting outward, the tearing sound, the ripping of her camisole and then the chill of the air at he ripped her jacket and underthings downward. "Hmmmm...small tits. But nice. Perky." He traced the tip of the knife over her rock hard nipples, and Minky felt her body shake. The cold on top contrasted with the heat between her legs. She couldn’t believe how wet she was getting. How sopping wet. Matt traced the blade of his knife down her flat stomach, to the waistband of her skirt. Riiiip. One smooth motion and it was lying on the floor at her feet, in shreds. Next, her panties. Minky felt the cool metal briefly on either side of her underwear, slitting, and then her lacy g-string was ripped away from her crotch abruptly. A deep inhale sounded and Minky’s face burned. ‘Really I wish he wouldn’t be so obvious and dramatic. He wants to smell my panties, fine. I don’t see what’s so special about it though.’ Footsteps....he was walking. Walking where? Minky stood still and concentrated on listening. Then she heard a slight surprised yelp. "Here, take a whiff." She heard the other woman mutter something and then her words became muffled, "What is that, are you Matt, ewwwwmmmphhhfffff...." Oh christ. He just fed that other woman her panties. *** Stephanie had been listening for some sign of life in the house, and when she heard the door open, she turned that way expectantly. There was a shuffle, that what sounded like heels on the stairs. They paused a couple times, then she heard someone mutter something, a woman’s voice? She didn’t think there’d be any other women here. What was going on? The woman said something about her being a dog. Well, fine. Fuck you, bitch. Then some guy came down the stairs and after telling the woman she couldn’t pee, he tied her. Stephanie supposed the other woman was blindfolded too, and she hoped that was the case as she didn’t want someone inspecting her without her clothing. Then the other woman asked her how long she’d been here and suddenly Stephanie again felt the burden of her situation. She broke down crying and wished she were somewhere else. She heard the bitch tell her to shut up and she did when she heard the door open again. Some guy with an English accent was talking to the other gal, and then Stephanie got the shock of her life when she finally figured out that the man was making the other woman go to the bathroom in a bucket. How disgusting. And, oh my god, he’s going to pee ON her? Stephanie bit her lip to keep from sobbing. This was all too much. She finally heard the other woman go to the bathroom in the bucket and she felt nauseous. What did this guy think he was doing? This just wasn’t right. Then she heard him saying things about the woman’s body. Long legs, small tits. Oh great. I probably look like a fattie next to her. He’s not gonna want to look at me. Oh, I’m so miserable. Apparently the guy was cutting the woman’s clothes off. A knife? Oh shit. Now this is something she really hadn’t bargained for. She heard his steps coming closer and then she felt him hold something under her nose and tell her to smell. Then he opened her mouth. She tried to ask him what he was doing, but he just said, "Enjoy the pussy cloth, slut." "Ewwwwmmmpfff...." Her words of protest became muffled. She didn’t want some other woman’s panties in her mouth. Her panties? The thought sank in. Oh dear GOD. He had to be joking. But they were. The taste wasn’t bad really, just surprising. The texture was slippery and yet rough. The woman must like what he’s been doing to her. She wondered why. It didn’t seem all that fun. *** Matt quickly walked back to Minky, who was standing in only her heels. He grabbed her hair, "Hey slut, that other whore just said ‘ewww’ about your panties. You hear that? That must mean you taste bad. Can’t have my sluts tasting bad, now can I." He dragged a small table from the corner of the room directly in front of her. "Now, I have a switch in each hand. Pick a hand." Minky cringed. Shit. "Right." "Right? You sure about that?" "Uh, yeah." "Good, you picked the bigger one. That pleases me. Now bend over at the waist." Minky cringed again. OH shit. She gripped the edge of the table and told herself not to wince. But she wasn’t prepared for the sting and she screamed as the switch lashed out and made contact with the tender flesh of her buttocks. "Owwww...." The switch lashed again and again, and by the time several more blows had landed across her butt and thighs, Minky was panting and crying, sobbing and sweating. She didn’t know anything could hurt so much. Matt leaned down by her ear. "Wait here...I’ll be right back. Don’t move." Minky heard him head up the stairs, and in a few seconds he returned. She was in too much pain to care what he was doing, but she jumped lightly when she felt his touch on her sore ass. Then a cooling soothed the pain. He was rubbing some sort of cream on her cuts. Wow, the man DOES have a heart, she thought. After gently tending to the lash marks, he helped her stand up. The he pressed her back against the table so she was lying on it, the sore half of her ass hanging off the edge. He brought a couple stools over to support her feet so that she was lying back on the table as if in stirrups. Minky felt him kneel between her legs then. "Let’s see how this pussy tastes." He started by licking her folds, his fingers fucking slowly into her wet cunt. "Geez, the whipping really agreed with you, huh, Minky. I knew you’d get wet. ‘Course, you’re a perpetually wet kind of gal, aren’t ya." Then he stopped talking again as he latched onto her clit. He sucked and nibbled and sucked harder and Minky was already on edge. The suspense, the blindfold, the restraints, the extremes, the whipping, all of it combined and she moaned, loud, and then she moaned again, "Matt, please, I’m so close....may I cum?" "Not yet." Matt walked across the room again to the other girl. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to a standing position. He dragged her, stumbling, across the floor and forced her to her knees. Minky knew what was happening. "Now taste, Stephie-poo. Taste a real pussy. I’m gonna guide your mouth to her cunt and you’re going to suck on her clit and you’re going to make her cum. If you protest, I’ll make you piss in the bucket and then drink your pee and Minky’s too. Is that clear?" The girl nodded. Minky felt her breathe first, then her tongue, and then her mouth. Gingerly. Hesistating. Then, at Matt’s instruction, the girl sucked on her clit. Minky was already so aroused, and the burning on her buttocks contrasted the pleasure radiating from her clit. She reached down and held the girl’s head between her legs, grinding her pussy up into the girl’s face. She felt a touch on her face then, and knew it was Matt. And then, that kiss. The kiss she’d longed for. Hard, long, deep. She felt her senses reeling, the tension in her body radiating, building, out of her control. She backed off to take a breathe and said quickly, "Matt, please....please may I cum?" She felt the blindfold quickly lift off her face and she tried to control her orgasm. She was so on the edge and she ground against the strange girl’s mouth as she blinked a couple times. She looked up and straight into a pair of blue eyes as the faint English accent said, "Yes. Now." On the ‘now’, her back arched and her breathing quickened to an impossible rate and she peaked, her whole body going through tremor after tremor. She grabbed the girl’s hair and held her to her crotch when she tried to get away. She wanted to cum all over that bitch’s face. When she finally tired, she lay limply and finally looked Matt over. "Hmmmmm....nice...." And then she grinned. Matt smiled back briefly, then helped her to a sitting position. They both looked at the girl still kneeling on the floor, shaking, tear tracks down her face. "And now....you get to have some fun...and I get to watch!" *** To be continued AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please feel free to give me feedback or just drop me a line to my email. Also, be sure to vote below! The Virgin East Ch. 03 Part 3 *** Colin felt the hot stream hit his face and gritted his teeth. He had a hard-on again, and this time it just wouldn’t go away. The whole flight home, all he was able to think about was the blonde-haired bitch at the airport. Face-fucking her was the ultimate power trip…and he could get used to that. He grinned maniacally. Soaping up his hands, he reached down and started stroking his hard cock. He imagined the bitch in the shower with him, in her suit and heels. He’d push her into the shower still dressed, just to show her he was boss. He’d be hard already, so he wouldn’t have a use for her mouth. But he’d bend her over at the waist under the hot stream, and he’d yank up her skirt and rip down her panties and then shove his hard dick all the way into that slutty twat. And he’d bet a Buffalo nickel she’d be wet too. But if she wasn’t, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to take her for himself. He wanted to feel that hot cunt, and he wanted to pound it like there was no tomorrow. Colin stroked his cock faster, but he needed more. Her ass, yeah, her ass. He’d have her asshole too. Wonder if it’s tight. I’ll bet it is. A tight little ass. He’d take his dick out of her cunt and shove it into her ass, hard, all the way to his nuts. He hoped it hurt her and he hoped she’d scream. Scream loud, bitch, there’s no one around to hear you. She’d struggle and try to get away, but he’d already be stuck in her cute little butt. Just like a plug. As she’d stuggle, her anus would contract around his dick, tightening down even more. She’d be sobbing and pleading for him to stop, to be nice, but he wouldn’t have it. He’d grab her hair and force her head under the shower, so that she’d have to quit sobbing in order to breathe under all that water. Then he’d move in and out of her ass til it loosened up a bit, not caring if he made a mess. He’d thrust hard and fast, and then faster, and he’d rape that ass….. “Uuuuhhhhhh….” He grunted, as his cock spurted hot cum all over the shower wall in front of him. With shaky knees, he turned off the water and towel-dried his body. A plan began to form in his mind. Oh yes. He’d have that ass….one way or another. *** Stephanie felt something akin to pride course through her stout little body. She’d made the other woman cum! That was a first and she was actually pleased with something for the first time since she’d arrived that day. But now what was the other woman going to do to her? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out, but she wasn’t given a choice as she felt herself being hauled up to a standing position. Matt told her, “Now Minky here is going to teach you a few things. You’ll do as she says.” Stephanie nodded, miserably. She didn’t want to take orders from another woman. She’d convinced herself that orders from Matt might be ok, but this strange woman? No way. But she didn’t have a choice, so she’d at least act like she was enjoying herself. That way maybe Matt would be pleased enough that he’d send that other woman away and she’d get him for herself at last. The thought of Matt making love to her brought a smile to her lips. “Oh look, Minky, I think she likes you already.” Crap. I don’t like her. In fact….I….I …. hate her! The other woman’s voice broke through her thoughts. “So, slut, you still gotta pee?” Oh shit, that’s right, she’d told the other woman that her bladder was full. Shit. And it was too, almost bursting. “Huh?” Oh, she hadn’t answered the question. “Um, yes.” “Yes, ma’am.” Oh Christ. She had to call her ma’am? “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Now, I’m going to unhook the chain from your foot, and the handcuffs. You will not run away, because I’d catch you, beat you and then kill you. Is that clear?” Stephanie swallowed hard, a catch in her throat. Why couldn’t that woman be nice? “Yes, ma’am.” Stephanie felt her chains released, and then the woman led her across the room and pushed her into sitting position on something round and cold. “Now, this is a bucket. Do your job. If you can’t go, Matt will help you out, and I think you know what I mean.” Stephanie was near to tears for the umpteenth time, but she had to go so badly that she let loose a hot stream into the bucket. She finally didn’t care. They both could go straight to hell. She heard Matt say, “Hey, Minky, she went faster than you did….and she didn’t need any help.” “Oh fuck you,” but the woman sounded like she was grinning. Likely grinning at her, Stephanie thought, her face burning. Having done her job, she stood up uncertainly. The woman grabbed her arm and guided her back across the room. “Now, kneel.” Stephanie knelt on the cold cement floor, and then she felt something hit the side of her face. “Ever sucked a dick, Stephanie?” “No, ma’am.” “Ok, then. You’re going to practice on me. And be thankful…I’m much easier to get along with than Matt.” Stephanie was confused. On her? The woman must’ve seen the look and explained. “I’ve got a strap-on. Rubber dildo, straps, the whole schmear. While you were doing your bucket jobbie, Matt helped me get into this getup. Luckily for you, it also has a vibrating egg inside that’s nestled right up to my clit, so I’ll be so full of pleasure I won’t be able to holler at ya. Now, c’mon over here.” Stephanie felt her guide her face, and she reached up and felt the rubber dong with her hands. It seemed fairly large, and she hoped the woman wasn’t going to fuck her with it. She really wanted Matt to take her virginity. She stuck out her tongue and licked the toy. Tasted like…rubber. But she’d rather have this than a real dick right now. She wasn’t sure how she felt about sucking cock and she’d surely rather spit than swallow. She made an attempt at sucking the head, but it was large. “You call that sucking dick?” the woman asked sharply. Stephanie stopped. More tears. She just didn’t know what to do. “Ok, I’ll talk you through it. Youch! No, not you slut; fucking MATT won’t stop pinching my nipples every time I’m too nice to you.” The woman continued, bringing Stephanie’s face back to the dildo. “Ok, now, lick, long licks up and down, pretend it’s a real dick. Start at the base and lick up to the head. Suck on the head for just a second, then lick again. Lick, lick. Yeah, like that, that’s really good….such a good slut. OUCH, Matt, you want her to suck your dick like a talented slut or what? I’m trying to teach her here. Yeah, Stephanie, that’s good. Now, relax your jaw, open your mouth wide, and take the whole head into your mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck it, now suck it harder. That’s it. Work more and more of my dick into your mouth now, yeah.” The woman’s hips were thrusting just a bit, and Stephanie tried to suck as much of the dildo into her mouth as she could. She licked and sucked and then there was a buzzing noise. The woman must’ve turned on the vibrating egg, because her hips started moving faster and she began moaning. “Oh god, yes, that’s good. Swirl your tongue around the tip, then use it as pressure all the way down the shaft, now back up, oh yeah, girl. Suck it bitch, suck my dick, take it.” Just when Stephanie didn’t think her jaw could take any more, she heard the woman moan faster and faster. “Oh god, oh god, fuck, Matt, please….please may I cum? Suck my dick, bitch. Please Matt?” There was a pause, and then Stephanie heard Matt say, “Yes, now.” And the woman came hard, violently. She grabbed Stephanie hair and pulled her down onto the dong. Stephanie panicked. She gagged. She was choking, couldn’t breathe. Then the woman let her go. “That was good slut,” her voice was husky. Then Matt joined in, “Yeah, but let’s see what she does with a real dick. Move over, Minky.” Stephanie no sooner got her breath than a real warm dick was hitting her on the cheek. Finally she could suck Matt’s cock! She took it in her hands and caressed it, licked it up and down the shaft, then sucked on the head. But Matt didn’t let her explore. He took her head in a tight grip and started fucking her mouth. He was hitting the back of her throat and she was gagging. Tears ran down her cheeks. This wasn’t what it was supposed to be like. Not at all. And yet, she was strangely getting aroused. She didn’t like being used like a little whore, but she was so wet between her legs that she could feel it running down her thighs. Matt suddenly took his dick from her grasp. “What the hell was that? You don’t know the first thing about sucking a dick. Get up here.” He hauled her to her feet and leaned her over the table. Her tits mashed flat on the cold surface. “Minky, teach her a lesson about sucking a dick properly.” SWISH! Stephanie squealed, as much from surprise as from pain, as the leather thongs on a whip struck her bare backside. SWISH, SWISH. Two more times. It didn’t really hurt. Sort of stung, and her ass began to feel warm. Wow, she could get used to this. Was this what the other woman had screamed about? She must really be a wuss. “Minky, here, let me show you how it’s done.” SWISH SWISH SWISH. Now Stephanie yelped in real pain. Matt wielded the whip much harder than the woman. SWISH. “Owwwwww…..” Matt whipped her and whipped her. Her ass was hot, then hotter, then felt like it was cut open and then she was sobbing for him to stop. “You’d better suck my dick right, now, slut,” he said, panting from his efforts. “But first, Minky, get down here by her. You didn’t teach her well enough, so you’re to blame!” “Wha-?” “GIT!” SWISH. Stephanie trembled as she heard the whip on the other woman. Minky cried out in pain and was also sobbing before Matt was through. Stephanie felt herself being hauled up by her hair again, and then forced to kneel and then Matt’s dick was in her mouth, pumping in and out. She held her jaw as wide as she could, and sucked as best she could. “Minky, get down here,” Matt said in a tight voice. Stephanie felt the other woman kneel beside her, and then she felt her MOUTH by hers on his dick. She felt her tongue. Wow, this was different. Another woman? She didn’t know about this, but suddenly she forgot the pain on her ass. She felt the woman lick her mouth and then she kissed her straight on the lips. As they kissed, Matt’s dick slipped between their lips and he fucked through their mouths. Stephanie felt Minky’s hands on her nipples, tweaking gently, then harder, then she felt her hands go lower and then, oh Christ, her hands were dipping between her legs. She spread her knees as wide as they would go as the other woman rubbed her clit. She’d found it right away and Stephanie was amazed. She rubbed and rubbed and Stephanie started to pant and moan. She was so surprisingly aroused. She…..well, she LIKED this. Stephanie was getting close to orgasm and panted out, “Please, may I cum?” She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to ask, but she didn’t want to be whipped again so she thought she’d better. “Not yet, slut,” was Matt’s reply. “You hold it off til I say you may.” Stephanie took deep breaths. The other woman was still rubbing her clit, hard and fast, and Matt’s cock was fucking their mouths alternately, faster and harder. He pistoned his hips and then he grunted, “Ok, slut, cum, NOW.” Just in time, too, because Stephanie didn’t think she could hold back any longer. Her hips bucked into the woman’s hand and she ground herself into it. “Oh….yes….yes…..” “Uh-uh……uhhhh…” Matt grunted out his release, stroking his cock fast, his jism shooting over the two women, landing on tits, face, stomachs, hair. Minky was panting with the excitement of it all, saying things like, “Oh, fuck, yes, yes, cum on me, yes….” After a few moments to collect themselves, Stephanie felt the blindfold being lifted away. She blinked several times, then looked up at a man with blue eyes and over at a slim woman with blonde hair and all she could say was, “Wow.” *** The two women were coming along nicely, Matt thought to himself. He’d make slaves out of them before they knew it. But now they had to rest, or they wouldn’t be ready for that evening. They’d make him back the money he’d spent to get them there and then some, or there would be hell to pay. He showed them to their room, and told them to clean up and rest before dinner. “After that, you’ll both dress like the sluts you are and we’ll go out dancing.” He saw Stephanie smile slightly. She worked at a dance studio, and probably thought she’d feel right at home. Minky, however, didn’t smile. She looked rather worried in fact. “Minky, you look worried.” “Oh, no reason,” she muttered. Matt bit back a grin. She had EVERY right to be worried. He’d let her stew a bit and then have his fun. *** To be continued. Author's Note: Your continued feedback is greatly appreciated. Vote below and stay tuned for more! The Virgin East Ch. 04 Minky and Stephanie napped, showered, readied themselves, then tried not to wolf down the delicious meal brought to their room. According to Matt, they were sluts, so they were not allowed to eat at the dining room table. That was fine with them because the food tasted so wonderful it didn't matter where they ate. Matt had surprised them both by bringing several boxes to their room. "Inside are costumes," he'd told them. "Tonight, dress as Old West bar maidens. I'm sure you'll look good enough to eat," he'd added wolfishly. The girls oohed and ahhed over the costumes, and when all was said and done, did admit they looked the part. Minky's blonde hair complimented the floor-length rose-colored dress, trimmed with cream lace. The neckline was so low cut that she was half afraid her tits would come loose, and she'd had Stephanie synch the back so tightly she could barely breathe. But at least her tits would stay intact. Stephanie looked the part of the bar maiden in a royal blue gown similar to Minky's. Minky thought Steph's neckline looked way better as she had much more cleavage to bare. Ah well. At last the three piled into Matt's vehicle. He drove through the city for what seemed like hours, and finally they arrived at what looked like an old-time saloon. Matt turned to them, "Ok, ladies, here we are. This is actually a dancing joint. The men are permitted to touch you here, just like in the old days. There's a mixed crowd, from young horny men to old fat geezers. Have fun. Oh, and any money you make you can consider to be mine!" All too soon they left the safe confines of the van and were standing in the doorway, next to a sign proclaiming "Amateur Night...Show Us Your Goods." Minky smiled thinly. Yeahhhhhhh...she knew Matt would be up to something like this. Next to her, Stephanie was visibly shaking, and she pawed at Minky's arm, "We're going to...strip?!" The old, grizzled doorman heard her. "Sure, lil' missy, if the gentlemen pay you 'nough. You 'ere for ama-ter night?" Minky cleared her throat, "Well, yes, I guess. We've never done this before..." The doorman leaned in close to her. She could smell the chewing tobacco on his breath as he whispered in her ear, "I'll show you the ropes, missy." "Oh great," Minky tried to act excited. The doorman gave them instructions and they went to the sound booth to pick out a song. They opted to dance together, mainly because Stephanie had a death grip on Minky's arm. There wasn't much to choose from in the dance music department, but after all, this WAS a themed club. In just a few minutes, the sound booth gave them a heads up, and they headed up on stage. There were hoots and catcalls from the men around the stage, and at first, both girls almost froze. Then the sounds of Irish fiddle music filled the air and soon both girls took up the beat. It was a rather quick beat, not like the normal sensuous strip club music, but Minky and Stephanie had watched the girl prior to them and she hadn't stripped at all. Apparently, the women just danced and then they made their rounds and made friends with the men. Soon their song ended and there was appreciative clapping within the dim room. They headed backstage and Minky found the girl they'd watched. "We're new here. What do we do now?" "Nobody went over the rules with you?" "No." The girl sighed, looked bored, and chomped on a rather large piece of chewing gum, "Ok, nobody touches you unless they tip you. Usually it's ten dollars, and then you sit on their lap, dance in front of them if they like, flirt, whatever, only for a couple songs. Then you have to move on unless they want to tip again. They want to cop more of a feel, then you take 'em upstairs. Upstairs is...that's a little different." Minky was shocked, "You mean...this is a ... whorehouse?" The word was out before she could stop it. "No, bitch, this ain't a WHORE house. Some of the girls might go all the way but most of us just do hand jobs. That doesn't make us whores." 'Holy shit,' Minky thought. She wondered if Matt knew what went on here. This was no "dance club." But they were here. She hadn't thought to bring along money for a cab that evening, and Matt wasn't coming back til midnight. She grabbed Stephanie's hand and pulled her into a corner. "Now, we need to go our separate ways and try to make as much money as we can." "Why? It's just for Matt." "Exactly. We're going to pay him lots because he's the one who brought us here in the first place. Now, shake your tits, make out with some guy, but for god's sake, don't let anyone fuck you without a rubber. And DON'T fucking cry!" There were tears in Stephanie's eyes anyway, but Minky pushed her in some guy's direction and headed towards the front of the room. The doorman was sitting at the bar, she noticed, and he smiled lecherously as she passed. Minky was grabbed a couple times, and she slapped the hands away, "Not without a tip." One guy did give her ten dollars, and the tucked it away by her breasts and spent a song's length in his lap. She actually started to like his touch. Well, maybe not LIKE it, but she started to get turned on. After one song, the guy lost interest and she went in search of someone else. After four more songs, and 25 minutes of getting her tits squeezed, her thighs groped and her ass pinched, Minky went straight to the bar. She needed a drink if she was going to cope with this evening's entertainment. She'd only made fifty bucks so far, and she was beginning to NOT like this place at all. On the other hand, poor Stephanie had obviously gotten over her dislike of this joint as she was making out with a thirty-something suit. "Captain 'n diet, please," she told the barkeep, then she turned as she felt a nudge at her left elbow. It was the doorman. He took her hand, and placed two crisp one-hundred dollar bills within. "Upstairs, now," he said. Gone was the lecherous stare. Gone was the old-geezer dialect. And strangely enough, in it's place, was a firm, dangerous air. Minky looked at the money, "Wait a minute. If you think I'm going to fuck you because you paid me this, you're wrong. I'm not a whore." "Yes, you are. Upstairs." He headed for the stairs and Minky downed her drink. Why the hell was she doing this? And why the HELL was it turning her on? On her way, she grabbed Stephanie by the hair and was glad when she yelped. "Quit making out and make us some money. This isn't about YOUR fucking pleasure. I'll be upstairs." Then she turned on her heel and stomped up the creaky stairway. She reached the top and paused. There was a long hallway to her right, with rooms extending both ways as far as she could see. Some of them were open and as she walked across the floor, she got glimpses inside. One was full of mirrors. There was one with only a swing inside. One had a dentist's chair. The realization dawned that these were smaller theme rooms, where men could bring the dancing girls to do with them as they pleased. Minky saw a movement to her left, farther down the hall, and she saw the doorman motioning to her. Her heels clicked on the floor and soon she was beside him, looking into a room...and not just a room...but what appeared to be a mini-dungeon. There were hooks from the ceiling and hooks on the floor. One side of the room was covered with whips of all shapes and sizes, floggers, hand cuffs, chains, ropes, collars, gags, blindfolds and a number of other SM toys. The other wall was covered in full by a mirror. The doorman pushed her within and locked the door. Minky started to panic. What if this guy was a killer...what if he was so sadistic that he beat her too badly...beat her...oh god, her ass still hurt from Matt. What if this guy beat her ass? "Strip." The command was simple, short and firm. She hesitated only a second, then slowly removed her dress, her underthings, her stockings and her shoes. Finally she was naked, and she stood proudly in front of the man. He stepped closer and she could feel his long grey beard scratch her breasts. He came even closer and she could feel the bulge beneath his pants rub against the flat of her stomach. The man felt rock hard. He twisted one nipple, hard, and he laughed when she jumped and yelped in surprise and pain. "I'm going to teach you about pain, slut." He circled her, then whistled, low, when he saw her buttocks, "...but something tells me you already know about that." He laughed again and twisted her other nipple, harder this time. And this time she was prepared, and she stood still, only a moan escaping her lips. "Yes, that's better." And then, "I'm not going to fuck you. But by the time I'm through, you'll be wishing I would." Minky felt some relief, but that was short-lived as he suddenly clamped on cuffs to each wrist and raised her hands upward, expertly clipping her to the ceiling. Then came her ankles, and now she couldn't move. She was stretched taut. Then, a blindfold. Her breath came faster now. She hadn't counted on this. This wasn't just a dance club and silently she thanked Matt for bringing them here. Surely he must know what went on. There was silence in the room, silence punctuated only by the clinking and rattling of the whips on the wall. Minky shook slightly, sure he was simply trying to find the right one to use on her. *THWACK* She jumped more from the sound than anything. The whip landed on the front of her thighs, then on the backs of her legs, then across her back. Thankfully he was avoiding her ass at the moment. The whip stung only slightly, and simply seemed to warm her skin. Over and over again he struck her, increasing the tempo and strength of the blows almost imperceptibly. Her skin felt warm, and the tingling between her legs increased til she knew she was sopping wet. The *HIIISSSSSS*, a different kind of whip snaked through the air, landing again on her thighs and back and stomach. This one hurt. "Owwwww..." Minky cried out at length, tears finally rolling down her cheeks. The man didn't say a word; he simply stuffed a gag in her mouth and continued whipping her. Finally she couldn't take any more. Her legs were burning, her back was burning, her stomach was on fire. The pain was more than she could take and yet there was a throbbing in her pussy, in her clit, that wouldn't quit. She half sobbed, half moaned. Then, as suddenly as he'd started, the man stopped. Minky heard his zipper and then slick noises and then he grunted. At length he sighed, then she heard his zipper again, and then the door opened and closed. That was it? That was all? He simply beat her, then shot his wad and left her? What the hell? She was alone. Oh god. Who knew she was up here? She might starve. She tried calling out, but the gag muffled the sound. She couldn't move, and when she did, her cuts hurt like a bitch. Then the door opened and closed again. Someone removed her gag. She swallowed gratefully. "Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna leave me here." No response. Two fingers tweaked each nipple, then suddenly thrust up into her wet cunt. She gasped, then moaned. "Ohhhh...please..." The fingers fucked in and out and she tried to tighten her muscles down around them, tried to keep them inside her, filling her. A thumb joined them, rubbing on her clit. "Please...please fuck me...please..." "Told you you'd beg..." but it wasn't his voice. "Matt?!?" Minky was incredulous, and overjoyed. "Minky, he marked you very well. You look fucking hot, and you're so fucking wet. I think I just may have to fuck you." "Yes, Matt, please, please fuck me...fuck me hard, please..." She heard the crinkle of a plastic wrapper and then he was thrusting into her. Urgent. Mindless of her needs, but that was alright. All she really needed at the moment was his dick. Deep inside her, pounding. She thrust her hips forward, meeting his strokes. They were the right height, and each thrust of his hard cock rubbed on her swollen clit. He grabbed her waist and pistoned in and out. "Matt, I'm gonna cum....please...oh god...." "Now," he grunted, and as she spasmed around his dick, he came deep inside her. She felt him swell and throb and felt her eyes rolling back in her head, the waves of orgasm non-stopping, felt her legs give out, felt her arms grow heavy, felt the pain in her back and on her thighs and felt the pleasure in her stomach, in her cunt, up through the top of her head. She barely noticed as he withdrew and undid her cuffs. He slapped her face lightly, to get her attention. Minky was dazed and so so tired. Matt took off the blindfold, then helped her into her dress. "Did you know that guy?" Minky asked him. He grinned, "Yeah, I found this place a few months ago and he agreed to help with your...training, shall we say." "I see." Minky remembered the money, and handed it to him. "I'm sure you could've done better, but this isn't bad for a couple hours work." Minky didn't know whether to say thank you or piss off. They collected Stephanie, who was still unharmed in the arms of the suit. They headed for home and upon reaching her pillow, Minky fell fast asleep. *** From the double closet, Colin stretched. It had been damn easy to jimmy the back lock. Then...all he had to do was wait. Wait and stroke his dick. Stroke his dick, which was now straining in his pants at the sight of the two women sleeping in the same bed. He'd have 'em both, he vowed. He touched the butt of the gun tucked in the back of his pants and crept silently across the carpeted floor. *** to be continued...