Randy stroked me with his prodigious organ and oh God, it felt heavenly. Each wondrous thrust sent spasms of lustful heat rifling through my slender frame. I was silly centimeters for the ‘big one’, the San Andres fault when he suddenly stopped and left me hanging.
“Oh, Doll Face, I was so-o-o close. What’s the matter?”
“I need help.” He called, “April?”
“Help? April’s help. I don’t understand.”
The door opened and April, now wearing a robe and a mask peaked in. “Did you call?”
“Yes. Put the cuffs on her ankles. And put the mask on her.”
She stepped into the room and closed a cuff around each ankle, then closed the cuff on my left ankle around the corresponding post on the footboard. I started kicking violently. “Wait. What you doing that for?”
April couldn’t grab my right ankle to fasten it, but Randy did. He then grabbed my foot and locked it in place. Spread eagle and naked, I was beginning to panic. April slid beside me, a mask in her long feminine fingers. I whimpered. “April, we’re friends. Please tell me. Please. What the fuck is going on?” As she slipped the mask over my eyes, I blubbered. “Please. What’s going to happen?”
She stroked my hair. “You’re just going to have some fun and make some money.”
I began to breathe heavily. My pulse rate soared. I felt a tingling in my arms and face from hyperventilating. “April, Helen or whatever you fucking name is. You don’t understand. I don’t need money.”
Randy spoke. “Baby, send the first customer in.”
“April, no please I don’t want any customers. This isn’t Vegas. Please don’t do it. Do-o-on’t.” I watched in horror as she walked toward the door. Randy began to play with my clit and nipples. He shoved a finger in me and moved it around while his thumb strummed my nub.
A man came in, his gaze fixed on me. He was partially bald with glasses and a paunch. When he licked his lips and started removing his clothes, I lost it, thrashing like a wild woman.
Randy stilled me with force. Holding me down firmly, he whispered in my ear. “You can do this Angel. Remember you are Angel. You had worse looking tricks than him in Vegas. You are a whore and you can do this. It’s not his looks that count, it’s his green and he’s paying two thousand dollars for the privilege of inserting his puny cock in you for fifteen lousy minutes. I will help you. I will protect you and April and I will make sure you enjoy it.”
Somehow, his little speech calmed me enough that I begin to feel the erogenic sensations Randy was causing to filter through me. April lowered her lips to my right more sensitive nipple and began sucking on it, fingering my other nipple in pleasure circles. Randy ran fingers through my hair and teased my lips with his tongue. They made me feel good, very good, almost good enough to forget the average looking dolt who was about to fuck me.
But I didn’t forget him. I tensed as I felt John Doe kneel between my widely spread legs. “My, she’s a beauty. The other pretty lady said I could eat her cunt first. I love to eat cunt and this one is pristine.”
“Sure, Go ahead, but it’ll cut into your time,” Randy volunteered, after pulling his lips from mine.
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