Episode VII
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Fred was doubled up with laughter. “See, nothin’. Nothin’. She gotch yer all’s money an’ whadda you got. Nothin’. Ya’ll ain’t got shit. Ha ha hneh hneh.” He reached out and grabbed Doralea’s title through the jacket. “But I got –” He gave the title three hard shakes then broke out in laughter. “What’d y’all lose on that’n? Two, three hundred.”
“I’ll track that bitch down and I’ll — I’ll get her ass fired.”
“Yeah, sure, whatta ya gonna says. Ya practically rapped the girl, ya souled ‘er, an’ now yer gonna — what, cry to yer mommy?”
The girl was back at the door, hands covering her breasts demurely.
“Uh, guys, I — uh, I gotta have my clothes back. Really, I — “
“Come on in, baby. Couldn’t stay away, eh? Well, come on in.”
“See, Fred, she came back.”
“Yeah, well. Ya gonna give’r ‘er clothes?”
“Hell no, we bought them clothes, baby.”
“You didn’t’ come back for no clothes, didja. Come onover here.”
She slowly walked over to Mal, who leaned down to kiss her on the mouth and began pawing and clawing her ass.
The girl did not resist nor cooperate as she was passed from man to man, each fondling and caressing his favorite part. Fred went to join the fun, leaving Doralea to watch the reflection in the window. The men folded the maid over a chair and held her down while Jimmy fucked her from behind.
They each took a turn, filling her cunt, her ass, her mouth. None held off for long and they all urged their fellows on from where they had collapsed. Mike laid her on her back on the table, and fed his cock into her face, fucking her mouth while Fred ate her cunt.
After Mike shot his load, Wayne picked the young girl up and flipped her over the couch, her soft belly folded over Doralea’s arm, pressed against the elbow. The maid was limp and mewed delightedly with each shallow breath.
Doralea turned her head to examine the body bent so lewdly overher arm. The crotch of her panty hose had now been ripped completely to the waist. Her full ass cheats roundly forced their way through, gleaming whitely inches from Doralea’s eyes. The girl’s head lay on the couch seat, her arms hanging simply on each side.
She turned to look at Doralea and smiled, exhausted.
Doralea was started by the depth of the blue of her eyes.
Wayne stepped up behind her and Doralea turned her head to see what he was doing. She gasped at the sight of his cock as he pressed it along the ass furrow of the trembling girl drawn over her arm. Fred had been exaggerated its size, but it was huge. She had seen small pricks not that much bigger than the veins which wound their purple way around the monster cock.
Wayne used his fingers to glaze his log with come that he scooped from the maid’s cunt. Then, he guided it carefully with both hands and plunged it into the nearly comatose girl. She stiffened, her head lifting half a foot off the seat./p>
Her mouth opened and her throaty keen of delight bounced off the walls.
As Doralea watched Wayne’s huge cock move slowly in. He worked it into her cunt with short jabs until his large paunch covered her small white ass. Then the maid went limp again.
Doralea watched, fascinated, as that huge drill was slowly withdrawn, glistening, huge veins throbbing. Her own belly tightened sympathetically to see such a huge invader pulling out of the shivering body.
Wayne laid one massive paw on the top of the maid’s hips, spanning them easily and holding her pelvis against Doralea’s arm as if in a vise. He started to pump, gradually increasing his speed. The small body drawn over the couch flopped like a rag doll, each driving blow filling her completely, then empty her on its withdrawal. She was convulsing now, panting through her nearly continuous climax.
Doralea reacted as if she were being pumped. With each drive the couch bounced and she could feel the massive, stiff rod within the soft belly as it rolled over her arm. She watched the jiggling butt so close to her eyes and the giant prick plunging in and out, hard and glistening with the juices of the girl’s cunt.
The maid gripped the nap of the carpet with both hands, anchoring her body against the wild thrusting from behind. The sloppy, juicy slurping of the young maid’s cunt mingled with the open-throated grunts forced from her mouth with each plumge.
The man was silent through it all, until, at the end, he began growing deeply, then suddenly stiffened and howled. He jammed fiercely against the shuddering flesh sheathing his huge cock. Everything seemed to freeze for several minutes until he finally relaxed, slowly pulling his now limp monster from her cunt as he collapsed to the floor behind the couch.
The maid lay simply spent. Doralea could not tell if she whimpered from pain or desire. The girl released her grip on the carpet and relaxed into the couch cushions.
Doralea stroked her sweat-damp hair. The maid looked up at Doralea and, smiling weakly, licked her lips.
Fred helped the maid to her feet and led her around the couch to stand between Doralea and the glass. Jizz dripped from the corner of her mouth and out her cunt onto her thighs. She swayed backlit through the windows.
Fred forced her to her knees between Doralea’s legs and pushed her head down.
“Now, eat this bitch’s cunt. Do it. Ya know ya’ll like it.”
When the girl raised her starting blue eyes. The maid was unsure, seeming to ask Doralea for permission. Doralea tilted her head to one side and, smiling, nodded.
The maid then smiled and bent down to her task, straining to maintain the eye contact while applying her tongue and lips to Doralea’s pussy. Doralea shifted on the couch to accommodate her as best she could and was lost quickly in a gushing orgasm.
She scarcely felt her wrists unbound, the tux jacket pulled off.
Through a fog from a distance Doralea heard Fred gives the room-service girl the Edwardian jacket as she left.
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Doralea was rolled onto her face on the couch, her knees on the floor. Her arms were pulled behind her and each wrist was tied to the wait harness at the small of her back. The fog was clearing as she was led out the sliding glass door onto the balcony. She looked out over the city until the was turned and her bound wrists were lashed to the balcony rail.
Fred left her, returning inside.
The men got the chips and the cards and the table back in order and sat down to play, ignoring Doralea who stood naked in a cool night breeze, the city behind and below her. Her head cleared more as she watched the group of men play poker. She was unable to hear, but could watch the movement of the game, hands played and chips moving to the winners.
The dickey between her tits moved with the gusty breeze, rubbing her stiff nipples. The breeze played withher cunt hair and she shifted her weight, trying to find a quiet, stable moment. The movement of her swinging breasts again rubbed the nipples against the stiff white clothes. As she watched the card game, she was aware of the city passing behind and far beneath her, she wondered what they could see, what they could think.
She could see that Fred was faring poorly, his stacks of chips nearly gone. Suddenly, he left to his feet and charged towards her, through the balcony door.
He untied her wrists from the balcony. “Come on, bitch.”
He roughly pushed her towards the door. “Come on.”
She stumbled over the threshold, almost falling to the carpet inside the room. Fred pushed her ahead of him to the table.
“Look at her, guys.” He turned her around, trying to display her to the other fallas still seated at the table. “Look, she’s gorgeous ain’t she? Look at these tits,” he reached around to lift them from behind, “D’ja ever see any better tits?” He turned her againand stood beside her. “And this ass,” he gave it a light slap, “I mean, come on, guys. Bend over, Baby.”
He pushed her forward as she compiled with his command, displaying her ass and her cunt beneath her smooth round cheeses.
“She’s worth it easy. You can see that. Hell, I paid two grand fer her fer the night. Come on, guys.” He surprised her by lifting her and setting her on the table, legs drawn over the side. “She’s easy worth it. Come on.”
“You puttin’ her in the pot, Fred?”
“Yeah, yeah, waddaya think. Come on, I call.”
A shiver of suppressed excitement thrilled through Doralea. She was surprised that Fred had paid so much for her and she felt particularly vulnerable to be the object of the bet. To be the bet. To be the pussy in the kitty. She blushed as they accepted her as Fred’s marker and she began to think about which she wanted to win, and what it might mean.
“I fold,” said Chet.
“Me, too,” said Wayne, his voice dry with sorrow.
Mike showed his hand, “Full house, sixes over Jacks.”
Jimmy showed his, “Four treys.”
Having beat everybody but Jimmy, Mike tossed his cards onto the table, grumbling.
“Damn!” Fred slammed his heart flush down, rattling chips, nearly bouncing Doralea off the table. He stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Hot damn, baby, looks like you’re mine tonight,” glated Jimmy.
“Come on, Jimmy, share. Ya know what we was plannin’,” while Chet.
“Sure I do. An’ we can do sum’min’ — but now, it’s my. say. “‘Sides, Fred’s gone. I won ‘er, she’s mine.”
“That’s so,” said Wayne, “an1 I’m outta here, too, less I get somma that thang.”
“Aw, y’ll get some. Don’ worry, Wayne. You an’ Mal go ‘n’ get the thing. Go on, get it.”
Wayne and Mal went into the other room of the suite and Doralea heard furniture being dragged. Meanwhile, Chet sat watching Jimmy ogle Doralea. His eyes drank in the sight of her sitting on the table, wrists behind her back, the dickey hanging between her luscious tits, her hair cascading loosely around her shoulders and down her back. He reached into his crotch to restore his cock in his pants, grinning with anticipation all the while.
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The other two returned, with a large pillory, set wait high on a platform on wheels. Doralea, instantly knew what they had in mind and Swallowed, trying to still her mind to the acquisitions. Jimmy and Chet helped her off the table and, each holding an elbow, guided her over to the wooden contraction.
They helped her up onto the stage and Mal crouched down and began to rub her thigh, slowly inching towards her hair-masked cunt. Chet stood beside her and roughly rubbed her swelling tits. Jimmy and Wayne watched as the other two fondled Doralea, and as she responded. Jimmy reached behind her to free her hands and she lightly guided Chet with one hand and rubbed Mal’s head with the other. Mal reached between her legsand felt her ass, his forearm rubbing her wet cunt lips.
Jimmy opened the top bar of the pillory, then took her wrists firmly and turned her to face the frame. Mal, behind her now, held her hips, pressing her ass against his flaccid cock. Jimmy pulled her wrists towards him, over the open bar. Her throat touched the rounded central wooden notch, her arms fit on the smaller ones on the sides. She had expected that her wrists would be clamped beside her head, but Jimmy pulled them forcedly to him and Chet closed the top over her upper arms and throat. Her arms were held out-stretched horizontally, her hands clutching the air.
She could bend her elbows, but not raise her head. Jimmy tied his tie around her head to cover her eyes. She could bend her knees, but could not get down to knee. She wagged her butt from side to side, rolling Mel’s cock over and between her cheeks.
“She likes it.” Mel sounded surprised.
She felt hands struggling, fondling and prodding; seeking, finding and entering. The men explored her trapped body freely and intensely. She did what she could to accommodate them. She wanted them to do everything, go all the way, all the ways.
“Fuck, man, Mal, can’t get it up again.”
“Me neither, shit.”
“Whadda we gonna do now?”
“Hell, she’s your bitch, Jimmy — what do you say?”
“Let’s just take a break, leave ‘er there and, Mal, dunno, maybe later we’ll — “
Doralea hear them move off and get food and drink.
She listened to them swallow and chew and grunt.
“I know, let’s take ‘er down to the lobby.”
“What?”
“Yeah, yer right, the lobby. We can sell shots at ‘er, too. Whaddaya think?”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Let’s go.”
They rolled the stage supporting the pillory holding Doralea.
Out the door and down the hall, onto the elevator. She was frightened about their idea of setting her in the lobby, exposed and immobilized. Her fear excited her and she felt hertits swell, nipples harden, breath quicken and pussy puff and moisten.
The doors slide open and she was rolled quickly across the tiled floor, the wheels clacking loudly.
“Over here, yeah, right by this bench thing.”
“Hey, buddy, ya ever see anything like this.” Jimmy laid a hand on her ass. “Ain’t this beautiful? You want some?”
“Want Some?”
“Yeah. Ya do. Come on.”
“Ahww man, I don’t know.”
“Yeah, sure. Twen’y bucks. Ya got that. Come on.”
“Uh, OK, yeah, sure.”
She felt someone step onto the platform and begin to feel her ass. She did what she could to thrust back, to encourage the unseen assault. One of the hands left her butt and she heard a zipper. The Other one was used to steady her. A dick head pressed gingerly against her pussy. Then, with short quick seeing jabs, it forced its way into her clutching cunt. A few strokes after it was fully sheathed, it swelled and started to throb and finally the man behind her stiffened and shot his load into her. He withdraw and she felt him step off the platform.
She felt another man climbing onto the benchmark immediately beneath her head. He wiggled his way between her arms and his stiff cock knocked against her nose and forehead. He slide closer to her and guided his dick to her mouth. She took the hot cock in and swirled her tongue around it. She could not move her head very much, so she used her tongue and lips as she sucked. He started to moan and tried to thrust.
She felt someone else mount the platform and began to stroke her back and sides, seeking her hanging tits beneath her. Gentle hands, making her head throb in response.
The cock in her mouth exploded suddenly, without warning and she gagged on the fountain of jizz, swallowing very little, letting most of the load stream down over the cock, which shuddered a few times, then softened and retracted.
Hands moved over her body like small animals, seeking heat and softness. They were joined bya soft mouth, licking and kissing. Gentle touch, licking, kissing her tattoo. The man climbed down and away, and the soft searcher left as well.
For a time she thought she had been abandoned. She heard no talking or movement anywhere around her.
Then a large door opened, letting in a cool draft.
“Oh, shit,” hissed Jimmy.
“What’s this? Put some clothes on that d– You can’t do this. Whatter you guys doing?”
“Uh, hi, officer, uh, we’re just… I mean… Look, we’re not hurtin’ anybody. She’s cool with it. We didn’t make her do it or…”
“You can’t have –“
“Just a minute, here. Look at her. Talk to her. Touch her.”
She was afraid she’d get busted, naked and locked into a pillory in a hotel lobby. She resigned herself to the event, but started to wonder how the safety of the Community had been lost to this indignity.
The man came to her head and sat on the benchmark. He pulled the tie from her eyes, over her head and tossed it to someone,probably Jimmy, standing neary. He was a cop, blue uniform, brass buttons and badge. He leant over to look into her face.
“Are you OK?”
She nodded.
“Are these men hurting you, forcing you to do anything?”
She shook her head.
“Are you doing it for fun?”
She looked at him, not sure how to respond.
“Do you like it?”
She started to nod slowly.
Jimmy laid a hand on her back and spoke, “Ya wanna try some?”
The cop stood up and walked back, stepping onto the platform beside her. He ran his gloved hands over her, then along the groove between her legs. He slowly pressed his thumb into her asshole, gripping her shaft with his fingers. He worked his thumb against the root of her clip from the inside, while his fingers outside squeezed her soft mound. She gasped as he suddenly withdraw. Then he stepped between her legs and she felt the hard knob of his nightstick press against her cunt lips. She pressed back and the shake slide in easy.
“Hot damn.”
He dildoed her slowly a few times with his stick. The deep grooves running around the rigid handle thrilled her inner lips. Then, abruptly, he pulled it out and stepped off the platform.
“You make sure she don’t get hurt. I’ll squash you if I find out you hurt her. Or anybody.”
“Oh, no, sir. Just havevin’ fun.”
“‘Just having fun.’ Right. I’ll be back through.”
“And do, please, stop by.”
After the cop left, Doralea heard the men who had brought her whispering at the side. Only bits of the conversation reached her, but obviously they all wanted to leave, the question being what they should do about her. Fred was the one responsible, but he’d disappeared when he stormed out of the card game. Their plans for the evening were derailed by the episode with the maid, and none of them seemed recruited. She was Jimmy’s responsibility, since he’d won her, but he didn’t know what to do with her, who to call. The door opened again and the coolair raised goosebumps on Doralea’s skin.
A woman’s voice carried over the whispers of the men. “Look, Michael.”
“Yes, Angel, it’s beautiful, but is it Art?”
“Art? Fuck Art.”
“If that’s Art, I’d like to fuck it.”
“You’d fuck anything with a hole.”
“I’d fuck THAT.”
“But I want something, too.”
“Don’t you always, Cara?”
The two had arrived at her side; the knot of men had fallen silent.
“Three hundred bucks and you can do what you want,” piped Jerry.
“Three hundred? Give it to him, Michael.”
The woman began to run her hands over Doralea’s ass, then along her back, testing, feeling, judging. Doralea curled like a cat to press back encouragingly.
The woman stepped around the bar of the stock and looked at Doralea’s face. She had a wide forehead and brown hair, styled for a night at the opera. Her eyes gleamed with open desire and her thin lips were moist with lust.
A black evening sheath clung to her body,set off by a pearl and diamond picker. She mounted the bench in front of Doralea, ducking under her arm. Gathering her dress off her legs and bunching it at her waist, she sat on the back of the bench and laid her torso back into the bark mulch of the palm planted behind the benchmark.
The woman slide so that Doralea’s hands, thrust over her head, rested on the velvet covered swellings of her breasts. She thrust her trimmed cunt against Doralea’s nose. She rocked slowly, working Doralea’s nose deeper into her slit, rubbing it against her clip.
The man had mounted behind Doralea and thrust into her cunt quickly and to the hilt. He held there, motionless, while the woman rubbed her cunt against Doralea’s face.
Then the woman in the black sheath put her feet up on the cross bar and lifted her crotch to Doralea’s mouth. Doralea could Just stretch her tongue out to lick the hot labia of this woman’s cunt. Doralea liked the smell, the taste of this woman. She wanted to please her and she fondled her tits through the velvet.
Michael began, very slowly, to pump his cock in her pussy. She could feel the veins and ridges, and she tried to respond by gripping it with her cunt muscles.
She wanted him to go faster, deeper, harder, she waggled her butt as well as she could in encouragement, but he held to his tight control.
The woman shifted so that Doralea’s lower lip was pressed tightly against her cunt hole, and her clip was thrust into Doralea’s mouth. Her clip was very large, a tiny penis, and Doralea wrapped her tongue around it and began to pay it homage.
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