Master And Model
by Jeffrey Hammond


FOREWORD 

Behold the modern American woman, freer, more independent, and more aware of 
life in general than any woman in any country at any other period in history 
or pre-history, since the beginning of evolution. Yet this modern American 
woman, with certain exceptions is no less a slave to men now than she ever 
was, and that is because she chooses to be. 

Once, when a woman was forced to do something, she had the excuse that she 
did it because she had no choice. Today, that excuse is no longer valid. 

Our heroine is a perfect example. Her way of life is something chosen by her 
and not forced on her. She is not a drudge, she is not a housewife, but she 
is a model. She is a model by choice and not by force. Yet in spite of this 
freedom of choice, our heroine allows herself to be led into "bondage." 

But then the modern American woman is no different from the modern American 
man. There are leaders and there are followers. The majority of people are 
followers because they elect to follow. 

Our heroine learns the hard way that leaders are leaders because they have 
the courage to make decisions, right or wrong. It is this quality, this 
ability to make decisions, that makes leaders stand out, and this is what 
our heroine discovers for herself. 


CHAPTER ONE 

As a little girl, Melanie was always able to wind her father around her 
little finger. As a teenager she was able to cajole and tease him, and 
therefore get her way with him whenever it pleased her. So when she was 
graduated from Shreveport High School, she had no trouble convincing her 
father to send her to modeling school. Anything else would have been a waste 
of time as far as she was concerned. 

In a physical sense Melanie was absolutely correct. She had the perfect 
figure for modeling. She was slender, with high, small-but-firm breasts 
which she was able to bind, if necessary, and she had boyishly flat hips, 
though there was obviously nothing boyish about the rest of her. Her thighs 
were long and slender, her knees round and smooth, her calves full without 
being bloated, and her ankles were neat and trim. She had small feet with 
high arches, too. 

Facially she was a stunner. Her eyes were a piercing brown-she would have 
preferred blue, but one can't actually, physically change one's eye 
color-and her black hair was short with a sassy cut, almost like a page boy, 
but not quite. Her nose was short, straight, and had that sculpted look, 
though to be truthful it was her own nose and not the product of a plastic 
surgeon. Her lips were almost thin, but always looked pursed as if ready to 
kiss someone. Her face had a nice oval shape to it, and all the boys in high 
school kept trying to make a play for her. 

Melanie had had one bad experience with boys when she had first started high 
school. There was this young hippie-type, Dave Saul, over whom she was ready 
to flip out, only Dave, schmuck that he was, treated her like some kind of 
property, and so Melanie had eventually kissed him off. From that time on, 
Melanie had wanted nothing to do with boys, enjoying the fact that they were 
crazy for her. 

Finished with modeling school, Melanie was certain she was ready for the 
world of high fashion at the age of twenty. What was more, she was sure the 
fashion world was ready for her, as well. She had poise, dignity, looks, and 
ability. Unfortunately she quickly discovered there were about five-thousand 
girls in line ahead of her with the same qualities. She was just going to 
have to wait her turn. 

Being a clever lady, Melanie went to a private studio and had a portfolio 
made up with pictures of her modeling every bit of clothing she owned, and 
quite a bit of clothing she had managed to borrow from girl friends. Now all 
she needed was a good agent, and she finally found an agent willing to 
handle her. 

Marty Charles was from the same school as Melanie, but a few years older, 
and he had to admit his school sure turned out a winner in this girl. But he 
also knew she was the frosty type. Given time, Marty would be able to break 
her down. 

Marty was just about six feet tall, and if he didn't have the body of a 
weight lifter, he was as close to looking like one as possible. He did all 
kinds of exercises three days a week, and as a result he bulged with 
muscles. His face was still boyish, even though he was on the wrong side of 
twenty-five, with large brown eyes, a straight, long nose, and a ruggedly 
firm jaw. 

After three days of waiting following her hiring of Marty as her agent, 
Melanie went to his office to find out what progress he was making. The 
office was a small two-room affair in a mid-town building in Manhattan. 

"Well," she asked, walking in unannounced, primarily because Marty had no 
secretary to do the announcing, "have you come up with anything worthwhile 
for me, yet?" 

"Stay cool, Miss Lamarr... " she had always admired Hedy Lamarr and so had 
chosen Lamarr as her working last name. "... you know, finding the proper 
vehicle for someone like yourself isn't easy. It isn't a question of merely 
getting you a job. I'd have had a job for you last Friday if a mere job was 
what you wanted. What I want to do is get you in with the right people. You 
know, it's easy enough to find you seventy-five-dollar-an hour modeling 
jobs, but the important thing is to get it with the right people." 

"Come on, Marty," she snapped impatiently. "The important thing is for me to 
get my feet wet, so to speak. What do you have?" 

"Right now, what I have isn't right for you, honey." 

"What is it?" she asked. 

"It's what's known in the trade as figure-modeling." 

"I thought all modeling was figure-modeling." 

"You don't understand, honey," he continued. "In this case they model your 
figure... with nothing on it." 

"Is it for some kind of soap or cologne ad?" she asked. 

"No, honey, it's for a raunchy man's magazine. Granted, the photographer who 
does the work also does a lot of high-class work for some of the better ads, 
but still... " 

"I'll take it," Melanie insisted. 

"Hey, your father'll have my nuts if he ever finds out... " 

"Come on, Marty, no one's going to tell him. He never reads those kind of 
magazines, anyway. In fact, no one we know reads those kind of magazines. 
I'll take anything you have to offer, right now. If I make a strong-enough 
impression on the photographers, maybe they'll remember me when some of the 
better ads come up." 

"Be careful, honey. These magazines do a lot of hardcore stuff, too." 

"I can take care of myself," she assured him, taking the address from him 
and floating out the door. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The address was, as Marty had said, that of a high-class fashion 
photographer, which, as far as Melanie was concerned, merely went to prove 
that the best of them needed walking-around money now and again. The studio 
door was open when she got there, and she walked in. 

The photographer was busy setting up some props, and when he looked up a 
smile creased his face. 

Ivor Goodson was as tall as Marty Charles. He had a long, almost pointy nose 
like Marty, but there any resemblances between the photographer and the 
agent abruptly ended. To begin with, Goodson was, if not fat, slightly 
hefty, and certainly not at all muscular. He was always smiling, which led 
Melanie to be suspicious of him immediately. His skin was a deep tan, as if 
he baked under his own klieg lights too long. 

At that moment Goodson was wearing a pair of tan pants and a green checked 
shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Melanie was wearing a white blouse with a 
blue jumper that clung to her like a cocktail dress. 

"You must be the model Marty sent over," Goodson said, still wearing the 
leer. 

"I was told I'm getting seventy-five dollars an hour or as much for any part 
thereof," Melanie said coldly. 

"That's right," Goodson nodded. "There were supposed to be two other girls 
here, but they weren't able to make it today. If you want, we can shoot the 
whole session with just you. It'll take about five hours, breaks included." 

Secretly, Melanie was overjoyed. Five hours meant four-hundred-and fifty 
dollars, and deducting the forty-five dollars for Marty, that still meant 
more than four-hundred dollars for herself. 

"Fine," she nodded. "Where do I get undressed?" 

"There's a dressing room over there," Goodson told her, pointing to a red 
door in the otherwise green wall of the studio. "Just take everything off. 
I'll have various items for you to wear out here, but the parts of you the 
boys want to see will always remain exposed." Shrugging, Melanie walked into 
the small dressing room, removed her clothing, hung everything up neatly, 
and with a towel Goodson had provided wrapped around her, she stepped back 
into the studio. 

She saw he had closed the door. 

"Okay," he told her, sounding very professional behind the camera, "take off 
the towel, go over to the floor mat, and kneel on it, but with your head 
turned toward the camera. Keep your thighs wide apart, honey. We want 
everything showing." 

Melanie wanted to protest she had never done anything like this before, but 
she knew such protestations would be considered unladylike, and so, with her 
back turned, she removed the towel, walked over to the floor mat he had 
pointed out, and kneeled on it, letting her buttocks point toward the 
camera. 

"Jesus!" Goodson gasped. "You have the perfect ass, honey. I'll tell you 
something else. You have a nice little pussy there, too, but if you ever do 
any more of this kind of modeling, be smart, use a scissors and trim the 
hair. Make it short so the pussylips stand out. Got me?" 

"Yes," Melanie replied. 

He snapped pictures for more than an hour, then finally told her, "Take a 
break." 

Melanie immediately grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body. 

"Want a Coke?" Ivor Goodson asked. 

"The kind you drink or the kind you snort?" 

"Take your pick." 

"I'll have the drinking kind, thank you," Melanie said, softening a little, 
seeing the man was apparently not looking at her like a woman, but rather as 
someone to study for the camera. 

He brought her a twelve-ounce bottle of Coca Cola from a refrigerator he had 
in the small adjacent kitchen. He, himself, simply went about removing the 
four rolls of film he had shot of her, putting them in the darkroom, which 
was behind a blue door over to the right. When he returned he had five more 
rolls of film. 

Once again Melanie assumed all different kinds of odd poses, odd in the 
sense that no matter how she posed, the camera was always photographing her 
from the angle of her vagina. He made her spread her vaginal lips, then had 
her bend over again and pull her asscheeks apart. She drew the line at 
inserting a finger into herself. 

"Sorry," she told him. "Except for a gynecologist's speculum, nothing has 
ever probed into me, and I'd like to keep it that way a little while 
longer." 

An hour-and-a-half after that, he called for another break. 

"Look," he told her. "You still have too much hair down there. I'm not 
asking you to shave the area naked, but I'd like you to trim some of it 
away. I'll get a scissors." 

"This is ridiculous," she insisted. "I'm afraid I'll cut myself." 

"Honey, you have a classic figure," he told her. "I'm not going to kid you, 
sweetheart. I do a lot of work for the high-class outfits, and I'd be able 
to fit you in, sure as hell. But I'm telling you right now, a lot of ads 
call for nude modeling, as well as bikini modeling. Now with all that hair 
down there, it would ruin the shots. So why not be smart and trim away 
enough so that nothing hangs out if and when I take bikini shots of you." 

"I told you," Melanie insisted. "I can't. I'm really afraid of cutting 
myself with the scissors." 

"All right, all right, don't make a big deal out of it. Look, I'll do the 
trimming. We'll get it done very quickly, because I still have a lot of 
photos I need to take of you." 

Melanie wanted to protest, but she felt to do so would make her sound 
gauche. If there was one thing Melanie insisted on being, it was, with it. 
Protesting to a man who obviously saw vaginas every day of the week would be 
almost ludicrous. So when he approached her with the scissors and told her 
to lie back on the bed with her buttocks at the very corner and her thighs 
spread wide apart, even though she reddened, she did precisely as he told 
her. 

She lay there as he went to work with the scissors, and when he was finished 
he took a hand mirror and held it up, showing how he had trimmed the hair 
very neatly, forming a heart shaped frame around her vagina. Without waiting 
for her permission, he used some lather and a razor and shaved away some 
more unwanted hair so that the heart shaped line of black hair stood out 
very starkly on the white of her pubic mound as it framed her pink labia. 
Melanie had to admit, she liked the effect. It made her vaginal lips stand 
out even more than if she were totally bare down there. 

"Okay," he told her. "We'll work straight through from now on. By the time 
I'm finished, you'll be so tired you won't be able to stand straight." They 
worked for nearly three hours straight after that, and by the time he was 
finished, Melanie was very tired. 

"I'll send the check to your agent," he told her, as she dressed in front of 
him, feeling indifferent to letting him look at her, now. "What are you 
going to do with all those pictures?" she asked. 

"I have enough photos of you here for six months," he told her. "I'll get 
top dollar for them from every nudie mag in town." 

"How about some of that straight work you were talking about, earlier?" 

"Tell you what," he said. "I need some high-class nudie shots for the real 
quality mens' magazines, tomorrow. Be here at nine-o'clock in the morning. 
Same pay as before. If these work out, you'll be on your way to 
hundred-and-fifty dollar an hour work." 

"You have a deal," she told him. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Melanie was at Ivor Goodson's studio the following morning at nine on the 
dot. 

"We start with you fully dressed," he told her. "That's the way the 
magazines like it. There's some coffee in the pot over there in the kitchen, 
on the stove. Pour yourself a cup, then let's get to work." 

Melanie drank two cups of coffee, then posed in what she was wearing, a 
pullover white sweater and a green skirt. Since she had expected to pose 
totally naked, she hadn't bothered wearing pantyhose, but instead had put on 
socks and flat-heeled shoes. 

It didn't take long for her to realize she was feeling warm inside, and it 
wasn't from all the work, since they really hadn't started work. When 
Goodson posed her on the bed, and this time the bed was made up with fancy 
satin sheets and blue covers, he began handling her breasts, but he was 
doing it so matter-of-factly, it never occurred to her he was trying to be 
passionate about it. All she did know was that her breasts were on fire, and 
when he touched them, lifting them a little now and again, she found herself 
unaccountably becoming excited. Everything was exciting her, now. She was on 
fire inside, and wondered what was in the coffee he had given her. 

He had slides of erotic scenes showing on the wall, claiming he wanted them 
in the pictures he was taking too, but just looking at all of this was 
arousing the thrilled young woman. A recording of moans and gasps helped to 
intensify her excitement. Her nipples were already hardening through the 
taut material of her brassiere, pushing against her pullover. Now he was 
sitting beside her on the bed, no longer even pretending to take pictures, 
and Melanie's mind was whirling so that somehow she really didn't seem to 
care. She was lying on the bed, her arms straight out behind her, supporting 
her upper torso, with her head lolling back, and her tender breasts were 
lifted high. 

The handsome photographer was well aware of what was happening to her since 
he had added a pinch of ginseng to the coffee. He was well aware her breasts 
were straining to be released by now, wanting the sweater to be taken off 
and the brassiere to be removed, as well. Melanie didn't know what was 
coming over her, but she was aware she was allowing the photographer to 
handle her, and she wasn't putting up any kind of a fight. 

Goodson's large cock swelled in the tightness of his pants and his throbbing 
balls ached with maddening intensity. Yeah, he was barely able to contain 
his impetuosity. He had spent a longtime talking with her agent the previous 
night, and from what he was able to understand, she was supposed to be one 
of those untouchable cunts, which meant she was probably a virgin, or damn 
close to being one. Hell! She was going to be one hell of a delicious fuck. 

A warning sounded In the back of Melanie's aphrodisiaced mind, but it seemed 
too far away to be real, too dimmed by the ginseng and the heady 
surroundings of the erotic slides and the aroma of incense as she realized 
he was burning something in a little incense burner. She tried hard to move 
the man's fingers from her breasts, but all she really succeeded in doing 
was resting her hand on top of his. Then her hand fell away. 

"Don't... do... that... " she said, trying to sound as if she were snapping 
out a command to him. "Let me sit up, and either go on and take pictures, or 
just let me get out of... here." 

The man only smiled and pulled her sweater over her head, turning it 
inside-out as he yanked it from her and threw it somewhere across the room. 
Then he tightened his fingers, reaching around her and opening her brassiere 
snaps. 

Melanie was panting hard, laboring for breath, and she wriggled all the 
harder. She suddenly realized her vaginal lips were sodden with fluids from 
within. Not only that, they were swollen, and rubbing against the bedcovers, 
making her feel the arousal within her more strongly than ever. 

"Ohhhh... uhhhhhh... no... no... no... don't... " she continued gasping. 
"Don't... you're hurting me... uuuunnnnhhhh... you're hurting me... you'll 
tear my clothes... stop!" 

This was ridiculous. She knew common sensibly she ought to pull away from 
him, put on her clothing and get the hell out of here. The man wasn't taking 
pictures. He was taking advantage. 

But the harder she struggled the more aroused she became, and she began to 
realize her nerves were shattered and her brain was whirling with the 
ginseng she had swallowed. It first occurred to her that the man was no 
longer posing her, but was fondling her pert breasts very freely, trying to 
intensify the feelings over powering her. 

"No... no... don't!" she gasped. "I... uuunhhhh... don't want to do this. 
I've... uhhhh... never gone this far, before." 

"Come, on, sweetheart," Goodson laughed. "You aren't going to get anywhere 
in this world hogging that cherry of yours. Besides, think about it, there 
has to be a first time for everything." 

"But I don't want... " 

"You're a big girl now, Melanie, not some dumb little pussy who naively 
walks in off the streets expecting the world is waiting for her with open 
arms. You have to earn your way, like everyone else in this world." 

"Everyone else?" she gasped. "Are you telling me other models do this with 
you?" 

"Eventually, every single model who poses for me does this with me. It's the 
only way to get ahead. Some with the girls who pose for other big-time 
photographers." 

Her mind began swimming even more hazily as she looked around the room at 
the various slides on the walls. There weren't just drawings as she had 
supposed, originally. These were slides obviously taken by Ivor Goodson of 
some of the hardcore work he did. Couple after couple was flashed on the 
wall, unabashedly naked. On one wall there was a quartet forming a daisy 
chain, and in her whirling brain Melanie almost heard the gasps, grunts, and 
groans coming from the various figures. Much of the work was in shadow, but 
the only thing that prevented her from seeing what the various people in the 
slides were really doing was the fact that the slides were not movies, but 
stills. The poses, for all their eroticism, were frozen. 

"Look on that wall over there," Goodson told her, motioning with his chin at 
tut wall to her far left. "The blonde girl in that slide is Sheree Edwins, 
the top model in the business, today. She started like everyone else, and 
she was smart enough to understand the score immediately. Sure, her hairdo's 
changed when she stopped posing for the hardcore stuff and went on to the 
better magazines, so no one would recognize her, but that's her, with a 
young, innocent face." 

Melanie turned her head and saw the giant-sized reflection of the slide on 
the wall. She looked carefully at the passion-fevered face of the blonde, 
and it was indeed Sheree Edwins. A man was openly digging a hand under the 
short skirt she was wearing in the picture, and his fingers touching the 
slit under her panties was just barely visible. The shock staggered Melanie. 
With a sharp intake of breath she turned back and looked into Ivor Goodson's 
evilly handsome face only to discover she was feeling a prurient tingle 
somewhere deep in her quivering belly, deep inside the untouched cavern of 
her vagina. A seeping moisture was starting to increase. 

Goodson was now slowly insinuating his own hand up Melanie's own skirt, as 
if copying the action visible on the left wall. His strong fingers were 
already kneading her soft and tender flesh, pressing the resilient white 
skin while his other hand casually began unbuttoning her frilly blouse, a 
blouse she had purchased only a week before. 

"Mr. Goodson... " she whimpered. "Please... please... I don't want to get 
ahead this way. I'm not that kind of girl." 

"Hogwash!" Goodson snapped. "All girls are basically that kind of 
girl-especially in this business," he sneered at her. "You have one 
fantastically sexy little body, and if no one has touched it up to now, all 
that means is that it's been going to waste. Waste not, want not! Things are 
going to change radically, as of today." 

Her bra was now totally removed and flung onto the floor along with her 
sweater. Now he simply sat there with the girl across his lap, staring at 
the fullness of her mammarial moons, and he had to admit, even if they 
weren't huge, they were perfectly round, and now that she was totally naked 
from the waist up, and he was concentrating on her as a sex object rather 
than a model, he was enjoying the sight of her, immensely. He wasn't 
thinking the least little bit about what she would look like before a 
camera. Right now his sole interest in her was in the way she looked as 
someone about to satisfy him. Melanie was shivering even though it was a 
spring day outside, and the room was warm. 

The lovely brunette's breath came in pantingly short spasms and she began 
blushing furiously with shame. She turned her eyes away and tried to cower 
away from him, sliding off his lap and onto the mattress, hunching over, 
protectively. Goodson smiled and grabbed her hair, forcing her to sit 
upright, her rounded breasts twin mounds of quivering delight thrusting out 
for him to admire. 

Somewhere near the bed was a switch, and he pressed it, and all the slide 
pictures on the walls changed at once. Melanie wasn't aware of it at first, 
until he said, "Now take a look at the walls and maybe you'll understand 
precisely why I can't let you out of here until I've fucked you solidly, 
honey." 

She lifted her eyes and looked at the four walls. On each wall there was a 
slide of herself, in full color, her vagina prominently displayed. In one of 
the photos she was on her knees with her buttocks high up, her vagina 
prominently displayed as her thighs were spread wide open. It was one of the 
first photos taken because she saw a large clump of black hair covering her 
outer labia. However, on the other three walls the pictures showed the way 
he had trimmed the fur around her pussy into a heart shape. In one photo she 
lay on her back with a pillow propped under her buttocks, her thighs wide 
apart, her vagina still the most prominent part of her. In the third slide 
she had her hands on her knees, pulling them wide apart, displaying her 
inner vaginal lips stickily open. In the last picture, there was a close-up 
of her vagina, and above the top of her vaginal lips her face, slightly 
out-of-focus, was barely visible, but visible enough for her to recognize 
herself. 

Goodson had two hands on her breasts now, and he was massaging her twin paps 
eagerly. The sight of herself on the walls had to be even more erotic than 
the scenes of Sheree Edwins being manhandled. She realized she had an even 
better body than Sheree had possessed when she had been young, naive, and 
had come here to pose for photos. 

Goodson reached out and pushed another button on a console that stood on a 
small table near the bed. Sounds of erotic panting and breathing, as well as 
gurgling, filled the room. Melanie's mind was whirling, and she gasped, 
"These are all posed, and you know it. I posed for you, and nothing more." 

"Yes," he admitted. "But the photos of the others were not posed. What's 
more, there'll come a time when I'll take photos of you that aren't posed." 

"I don't believe that any of these girls were willing to do such terrible 
things," she insisted. "I'm certain everything was posed." 

"You're wrong," he told her. "I said to you, everyone has to earn their way 
in this world, and the top fashion-models are no different. See, for 
yourself." 

He pressed another button on the console, and the slides disappeared, and on 
the far wall she saw a motion picture. It was a naked Sheree Edwins on the 
very bed on which she was now lying, her head rolling from side to side. A 
man's hand was delving into the blonde, curly pelvic hairs so widely and 
openly displayed between her thighs. The model's legs were quivering as if 
palsied, splayed widely to let the camera see everything and anything taking 
place. This was totally different from looking at all the stills at which 
she had been staring. This was building unwanted heat in Melanie to a new, 
fevered pitch. 

The lovely brunette continued staring at the nakedly squirming spectacle on 
the wall. All the while Ivor Goodson was playing with her body, building the 
heat higher and higher inside her. 

Other motion pictures now snapped on, as if timed to come in at this moment, 
and there were pictures on all four walls, creating the feeling Melanie was 
part of an orgy. Men and women were constantly running around, playing with 
one another, rutting like so many different wild animals. She wouldn't have 
believed such a thing would take place were she not witnessing the film of 
it with her own eyes. She knew none of this was faked. It was the real 
thing. 

The flooding heat coming from between her own thighs was so heavy, she was 
aware of her inner womanly juices staining her own panties as she felt the 
moistness seeping between the clenched crevice of her rounded buttocks. As 
the hand of Ivor Goodson wormed its way more insistently against her 
shuddering crotch, the continuing sense of pleasure she was feeling began to 
mount, and she rationalized that she was feeling all this solely because of 
everything at which she was looking. Her mind, now totally overwhelmed by 
the ginseng she had swallowed, was starting to accept everything. It was 
wrong, it was wicked, but it was oh-so-delightful. She clamped her eyelids 
tightly closed, panting like an overworked race horse, resigning herself to 
the lurid sensations coursing uncontrolled through her overheated body. 

Abruptly she was shocked almost totally out of her reverie. Goodson's 
fingers were probing between her vaginal lips, at the doorway to her 
virginity. A finger had insinuated itself into her while her mind had wildly 
drifted this way and that intrigued at the sight of what was happening on 
the four walls. Every woman in each of the four movies was not only 
capitulating to the men, but was willingly enjoying what was happening. She 
was aware of Goodson's finger snaking its way inside her panty crotch and 
rubbing the moist, warm lips of her seeping vagina. She squirmed in the hope 
of getting his finger away from her, but her movements seemed to aid the 
man. His middle finger was sliding in and out, less than an inch, but it was 
poking into the tunnel of her body in which only a gynecologist had 
previously looked and felt. He was teasing and tantalizing her with his 
tactile titrations until she was ready to leap off the bed and crawl around 
the room in order to put out the unquenchable fires continually mounting in 
her helplessly contracting vagina. The sight of Sheree Edwins, the most 
beautiful and stunning of today's models, being entered by a virilely strong 
male, her body being buffeted solidly into the bed in which she, herself was 
now lying, was too much for her to withstand. 

Yet from somewhere the warning voice in the back of her mind managed to 
reach her frontal lobes, and she found the strength once again to resist. 

"No!" she gasped out loud. "No! No! No! Don't touch me down there! Let me 
go!" 

Goodson's only reply was to simply grip the crotch of her panties and twist 
until he had torn them from her shuddering body. 

"Stop being such a goddamned cockteaser!" he growled. 

"I'm... uhhh... not teasing," she gasped out loud. "Damn it, let me go!" 

Goodson almost burst out loud with laughter, saying, "Are you serious? Do 
you think after getting this worked up over you I'm just going to let you 
get up and walk the hell on out of here? Hell, honey! Even if I were dumb 
enough to pull a stunt like that, you wouldn't know what to do to relieve 
the ache inside you. I caused the feelings you now have, and I'm the only 
cure for them." 

The young virgin gasped as she realized he was telling her the truth about 
the feelings working their way around inside her. She had no idea just how 
to relieve the aches she was feeling. 

On one of the screens, she saw Sheree Edwins was being brought to a whining 
pitch, and the sounds coming from the sound system playing all around the 
room seemed to be almost coming from the mouth of the blonde who was on the 
far wall. The man on the screen who was with her was pumping wildly between 
her thighs, and the blonde was responding equally wildly. Then the man 
pulled out and slowly began kissing his way down Sheree's body, and as his 
head moved lower and lower, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of Sheree's 
cunt. The man's face was mere inches from the seething pussy. 

The camera cut to Sheree's face. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were 
waxen balls of lust. It was obvious she, too, had been drugged at the time. 
Then the man with her was massaging the flat plane of her belly and 
massaging the outer flanges of her sucking vaginal lips, pulling outward, 
totally exposing the rich pink meat of her inner lips as the camera once 
again locked on her vagina. The bud of her clitoris stood erect, and it was 
a bright-red against her otherwise pink flesh, clearly in view above the 
shadowed mouth of her clitoris. 

Goodson, realizing the sight of all this was swamping the girl's mind, 
decided to give it yet another shove in the direction in which he wished her 
to go. He dug a reefer out of his drawer and lit it with his free hand, 
while his other hand continued working in and out of her seething pussy. 
Then, while his thumb titillated the bud of her clitoris, he pushed the 
reefer between her lips, feeling the way her puckered lips were trembling. 

"Suck on it, baby," he told her. "Suck on it, and whatever smoke comes out 
don't pull into your lungs. Swallow it into your belly. This way, your lungs 
don't get contaminated, but you get the feeling just the same." 

Like an automaton, the helpless Melanie, who had never even had a regular 
cigarette between her lips, pulled on the marijuana, and the sweetish, acrid 
smoke curled into her belly, and from there it seemingly wandered into her 
tantalized brain. It performed all kinds of miracles, blotting out the 
seeming evil of all that was happening, filtering out her own fears, 
replacing everything with a thrilling, delightful kind of wickedness. 

She stared at the far wall, watching with overt fascination as the man in 
the picture let his tongue flicker over the wide-open, poutingly offered 
vaginal orifice of the famous model, Sheree Edwins. Her own body began 
wildly jerking as she saw Sheree responding again and again with mounting 
spasms of excitement. Her hips began rolling in a heavy undulation, moving 
from side to side, and the man between Sheree's thighs had more and more 
room in which to bury his face. 

Melanie dragged all the more deeply on the "grass" and felt as if her entire 
body was beginning to blossom with new, totally unfathomable sensations of 
lusting delight. She was caught in a mindless, uncontrollable desire to 
participate in what she was seeing. God! It was as if the people in the 
movies were real, and she wanted to belong to their group. Oh God! Yes! She 
had to belong to this wonderful group. 

"All right, honey," Ivor Goodson said to her. "It's time to let old Ivor 
take a gander at that sweet little pussy of yours he's been touching. I'll 
bet you're nice and hot and juicy down there, by now." 

The licentious demand of the hungering photographer excited the virgin 
brunette even more, and she moaned in her drugged stupor as, without 
protest, she now surrendered her vaginal slash to his lustful desires. The 
man pushed her rounded buttocks higher, then removed her panty waistband. 
Now he found the buttons to her new skirt and undid them. Then he eased the 
skirt down her legs, saying, "You won't need any of this stuff for awhile. 
When you go, don't worry, I'll have a fresh pair of panties for you. I keep 
a supply of them on hand." 

Melanie felt as if her body was so much loose rubber in the tight grip of 
the man. She was completely mesmerized by the sights, sounds, and drugs 
infiltrating her mind. 

He took the roach from between her lips and stubbed it out in a nearby 
ashtray. Then he stared at the delightful slash of the vagina where, only 
the day before, he had cut and shaved away all hair except for the 
heart-shaped outer rim of black fuzz. 

He had her naked as the day she was born, and Melanie sprawled deliriously 
thrilled back on the bed, breathing and panting heavily as she found herself 
unable to tear her eyes from the pictures of Sheree Edwins spreading her 
thighs wide, then clamping them tightly closed around the head of the man 
between them. Her own nubile form was an entrancing combination of raven 
ebony and alabaster whiteness, especially where her breasts and asscheeks 
swelled, with a touch of pink color running below the triangle of her pubic 
mount. 

Ivor Goodwin had fucked a lot of models in his time, but he had to admit, 
this one not only had one of the ripest bodies of the lot, but she was 
responding more avidly than any of the others, initially. Christ! She was 
literally a pure, innocent blossom of womanhood, and he was going to be the 
one to deflower her. Usually he let some stud take a woman first because he 
didn't like the idea of getting messed up with virgin blood. But this one 
was so stunning, when he had sent her home the previous day with 
instructions to return, he was determined his was going to be the first cock 
to enter her. Her mewlings of lust goaded his throbbing cock to even stiffer 
hardness. He was well aware of the throbbing and pounding of his shaft as 
blood beat through the blood vessels, and tiny colorless droplets seeped 
from the slit and coated the head, making it shine. 

His fingers began crawling into the seething valley of her maidenhood, wet 
as it was with her emissions. He began solidly rubbing her clitoris, and 
when the girl felt the pressure of his finger against her tiny little bud, 
some sense of reality returned to her. She remembered hearing how painful 
defloration was supposed to be, and panicky gasps began rising from 
somewhere deep in her agonized lungs. 

"Not... so... hard... " she panted. "I've... uhhhhhh... never... 
aaaannnnhhhh... done anything... oooonnnnhhhh... like this... before... " 

Melanie was sliding on the bed, sliding, sliding, sliding, and then she was 
slithering off the bed, onto the large rug on the wooden floor, moving 
crazily, uncontrollably as the man continued rubbing her clitoris with his 
finger. Goodson remained beside her the entire time, never once letting up 
with his hand. She writhed and squirmed on the floor, feeling as abandoned 
as all the others in the movies on the four walls. Her nerves felt stripped 
bare under the obscenely delightful torture of his finger rubbing her 
clitoris. 

Completely enjoying himself, the handsome studio photographer crouched down 
beside her and spread the sodden lips of her quaking vagina, slipping his 
middle finger once again into the tightness of her innocent vaginal oriel. 
He pushed deeper, caressing her previously untouched vaginal walls, and her 
inner vulva sucked tightly around the probing finger as it drove deeper and 
deeper. He began a deliberate in-and-out movement all over again in a slow, 
teasing fucking motion, wanting the lovely brunette even wetter, knowing he 
was shortly going to fuck her, and the pain of his impending entrance into 
her body would be that much less. Hell! That impalement was due to take 
place shortly, or he would shoot in his pants. 

On the far wall, it was plain the man who had been sucking Sheree Edwins's 
cunt was no longer satisfied with merely cunt lapping. He had already had 
his cock inside Sheree, now he intended probing with it one more time, 
filling her with all his masculine meat. 

From where she lay on the floor, Melanie was still able to see the far wall, 
and she stared as the camera zoomed in on the man's humungous phallus. Good 
Lord! It was immense, really immense. She wondered how Sheree had been able 
to take the organ inside her, earlier. She gaped at the thickness of it, 
certain it must be longer and broader at the moment than it had been when he 
had initially pumped into her. 

Obviously Sheree Edwins was used to this kind of treatment, but the camera 
focusing on the blonde's cunt had shown how tight and narrow the orifice 
was. Melanie found her eyes locked on the movie, staring at the huge penis 
as the man arched his body over that of the trembling Sheree. It soon became 
obvious Sheree was trembling with want and need as she reached out with her 
right hand, grasped the quiveringly thick phallus, and began anxiously 
guiding it between her vaginal walls. 

Melanie's throat was dry and constricted as she watched the way the man 
levered his body lower, his thick cock spreading her vaginal lips and 
sliding ever-so-smoothly into the tiny blonde-bearded mouth, a moaning sigh 
seemingly coming from the two of them, though in reality it was the sighs 
stiff coming from the audio system. 

Now the man began wildly pumping his throbbing penis in and out, the same 
way Goodson was probing in and out of her vagina with his thrusting fingers. 
The blonde locked her ankles around the thighs of the man fucking her, and 
the tempo in the movie began to build until her asscheeks were visibly 
making seeming dents in the mattress as she continued grinding her body 
against his. 

Melanie realized her vagina, of its own volition, was now sucking strongly 
on his fingers, even though he probed with two of them no more than two 
inches into her. Her hips were wildly thrusting Upward at his hand with the 
same rhythm the blonde on the far wall was using while being fucked by the 
stud chosen to service her. 

The cords in Melanie's neck were tautly strained as she felt the sexual 
torrent inside her building higher and higher. She rolled against Goodson, 
and this forced the man to remove his fingers since he didn't want to hurt 
her. She twitched and undulated, unable to stop the motion of her bouncing 
body, not knowing what she was doing or where she was, totally oblivious to 
all other things in the room. She was concentrating on what was happening to 
her and she was unable to believe she was so willing to accept it all. 

Ivor Goodson didn't want to wait another moment. The throbbing in his aching 
testicles and the pulsating in his cock was unbearable as aching desire 
flashed through him. The time had come to fuck this beautiful brunette. 

Lying beside her on the floor, he unzipped his pants, pulled off his shirt, 
then flung everything, including his underclothing, away from him as he got 
to his knees, crouching over the horizontal brunette, his eyes gleaming with 
desire and lust for her. God! She was absolutely beautiful. 

Melanie stared between the fullness of her small, round palpitating breasts 
and watched the way his penis jutted out from his loins, throbbing as if it 
were a living thing unto itself. The tip of the organ touched her, leaving a 
smear of colorless masculine secretions on her bare thigh, and she began 
quivering beyond control. This was the first time any male had dared to be 
so intimate with her, and remembering the way the blonde in the movie had 
reached up and grasped her lover's penis, she had to stifle the urge to do 
the same thing with Goodson's cock. She stared at it, highlighted in the 
lights coming from the various projectors still throwing pictures on the 
four walls, and it looked white-hot and harder than steel. She mewled, her 
eyes now wide with wonder and anticipation, as well as with fright as the 
full impact of what was going to happen suddenly exploded in her brain. He 
was going to shove his hardened, throbbing cock into her cunt, and looking 
at the organ, she realized it was every bit as large as the one on the 
screen, when looked at in proportion to the rest of him. What was more, her 
own vagina, from the stills she had seen on the walls, looked much tighter 
and narrower than the one between Sheree Edwins's thighs. 

Her throbbing vagina was open and wet and aching for the fat cock, but her 
mind realized how much she would have to be stretched to accept it, and so 
she inwardly cried out at the impossibility of accepting such a mammoth 
organ inside her this first time. Maybe another time, after someone with a 
thinner organ had more easily stretched her love tunnel, she might be able 
to take such a huge penis. But now... it was impossible. Her vagina was much 
too narrow, inside. 

"Don't... " she gasped. "Don't do it to me, Mr. Goodson," she wept, her 
voice filled with horror. "I'll do anything else you want... anything... but 
don't do this... you'll tear me apart... please... please... " she wept as 
tears flooded from her eyes." 

"Anything?" Ivor Goodson loudly snickered. "Anything I want? As often as I 
want?" 

He thought of training her to be his own private little fellatrice. Yes, 
that would really be something, being the first cock in her mouth, training 
her to suck the way he wanted her to suck instead of her learning from 
others, becoming set in her ways, and then sucking his cock as it pleased 
her to do rather than the way it pleased him. 

Then he laughed. Of course she would become a cocksucker. Naturally, it 
stood to reason he was the one who would have to train her, because she was 
going to be in a lot of hardcore films he intended shooting. This was no 
reason to allow her to get away with not fucking for him. No! Her cunt 
definitely had to be plumbed, today. 

"I've never done anything like this!" she pleaded. "I'm afraid of the pain, 
I'll do anything you want if you don't do this." 

"You're wrong," he told her. "You'll do anything I want, whenever I want, as 
often as I want, because I'm the real key to success as far as your 
concerned. Me and my cock! What I want right now more than anything else in 
the whole world is to fuck you, honey. I want you to fuck for me now, and 
whenever else I tell you to. You do that, and within six months, you'll be 
rolling in so much money, you'll never have to take crap from anyone else 
again. Now stop being a dumb twat and do as I tell you. Take my cock and 
stuff it inside that sweet pussy of yours, right now." 

Melanie felt the massive penis now resting as it lay along the full length 
of her vaginal slit as it defensively clenched in a last-ditch effort to try 
and keep his throbbing cock out. The swollen head of his pulsating penis 
jerked between the tight, pink lips, moving down and insinuating itself with 
a madly teasing pressure into her which made her feel a combination of 
desperation and desire all the more powerfully. 

Her fingers hesitantly trembled as she reached out and touched his swollenly 
throbbing shaft. Contact with the organ caused a thrilling electric shock to 
pulsate through her trembling body, moving down to the gently throbbing hole 
between her shuddering thighs. She tugged the rigid phallus against her, 
rubbing the tip up and down until the bulbous onion fitted between her 
cuntlips, feeling them stretch around the organ like a tight oval ring. The 
head fitted against her narrow opening like a cork into a flask. Her hips 
tensed themselves, and little by little more and more of his pulsating organ 
forced its way into her tight, but elastic flesh, probing deeper and deeper. 

"Ungh!" she gasped, feeling pain as her interior was being forced to open 
wider to accommodate the pulsating organ. 

"Son of a bitch!" he gasped. "You're the tightest cunt I've ever known," he 
groaned, his body hovering directly above hers. Her tenderly soft vaginal 
opening felt as if it were bursting at the seams, and the pain was becoming 
more and more intense until it was unbearable. 

"Aaamaiiiiiii!" she gasped. "Stop, Mr. Goodson... stop! You're hurting me... 
you're splitting me apart down there! No more... no more... please... no 
more... " Her words were suddenly cut off as the blunt tip of his throbbing 
cock slammed against her resisting hymen. A searing agony raced from the 
depths of her quivering loins, making her scream even louder, 
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... aaaannnngggghhhhh!" 

"Yesssssss!" he hissed at her. 

"My God! Stop it!" she blubbered softly. "This is pure agony. Nothing is 
worth this." 

"Nothing?" he asked, panting, his cock-head still pressing against her 
hymen. "This is your whole future, Melanie. If I pull out right now, you 
don't get a job anywhere, at least not in the modeling profession. As a 
photographer, I have an in with every other photographer in town, and I'll 
pass the word around never to use you in anything. You go through with this, 
and your agent will get you more business than you'll ever be able to handle 
because I'll pass the word out that Melanie Lamarr is great. You'll get a 
hundred-and-a-half, maybe more, an hour, six hours a day, at least four days 
a week, maybe five. Is this hot little cunt of yours with its cherry intact 
really worth throwing away a whole lifetime of modeling opportunities. You 
know, with the proper exercise and diets you can be a model for a good ten 
or fifteen years, and in that time you'll get so many offers that when the 
time comes for you to leave the game, you'll have millions, literally 
millions stashed away. Now all this can be kissed off right now if I take my 
cock out of your cunt. All you have to do is say, 'Break my cherry, Ivor.' 
You don't have to beg, you don't have to plead, you don't have to scrounge. 
Just say those words, and you're on your way to making millions." 

Taking a deep breath, Melanie wiped the tears from her eyes. Nothing and no 
one was going to stop her from achieving her goal. She looked up at him and 
gasped out, "Break my cherry, Ivor." 

"Thatta girl," he said, smiling. "Now I'll show you how it's done, and 
believe me, after today, there'll never be pain in that sweet pussy of yours 
again. You'll be welcoming cocks into you as if they all belonged there." 

The man ground slowly and deliberately against her shuddering hymen, wanting 
her to understand she was being fucked by what he believed was the best cock 
in creation. At the moment she was his, all his, and he wanted her to accept 
that. 

The agony was overpowering as he pushed forward, and the lovely brunette 
Melanie gritted her teeth tightly together as his long, thick, throbbing 
penis strained at the thin, vainly resisting vaginal membrane. Her fists 
clenched and unclenched, and her long legs kicked out, thrashing wildly 
about in order to try easing the pain, but it was to no avail. Grabbing her 
firm, young buttocks with his hands, the photographer held her very tightly 
and jerked his hips wildly, ramming his throbbing cock deeper and deeper 
into her protesting belly until the resistance within was suddenly torn from 
inside her. Now he slid deeper and deeper with just enough resistance to 
make the whole thing seem delicious until the rounded tip of his penis 
slammed against the rear of her vagina. 

Melanie felt the air rush out of her lungs as pain flooded her body, and she 
gritted her teeth to keep from yelling again. Her virginity was lost and 
gone forever, and now that it was gone, she was sorry she had clung to it 
for so damn long. Her mind was swirling as the penis lay resting inside her, 
and then slowly, little by little, the throbbing organ began withdrawing, 
only to push right back inside her. There was still pain, but this time it 
was less, much less. Passion swirled unhindered through her shuddering body. 
Her blood was boiling in her veins, and the throbbing penis buried so deeply 
inside her was slowly beginning to feel good in there. Mmmmm! It was so 
deep, so good, so delightful. She began rotating her hips and the tiny 
muscles in her now voluntarily opening vagina worked hungrily at the full 
length of the throbbing shaft. In spite of the pain she was feeling 
something else, something good, and she had to admit she liked it. 

I want to be fucked! she thought to herself, realizing it was the truth. 
Aloud, she panted, "Yes, Ivor! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, and fuck me 
deep." 

Goodson reached down around the fullness of her roundly squirming buttocks 
with a probing forefinger and slowly pressured his way into the smooth, 
rubbery opening between the walls of her squirming buttocks. He pushed 
against her anal opening, and her feet kicked high in the air again, her 
toes curling in a combination of pleasure and discomfort. There was a thin 
wall separating her rectal channel from her vaginal channel, and she was 
able to feel his finger pressing against his penis through the membrane. 

A whirlwind of new sensation tore through the helplessly shuddering Melanie, 
and for the first time in her life there seemed to be nothing more important 
to the brunette except the delicious double-fucking of her vagina and her 
anus. Soft, coughing cries tumbled from her pursed lips as she locked her 
slim and narrow ankles around the broad back of the man and tugged, forcing 
him to skewer her burningly wet cunt with the entire length of his pulsating 
penis as perspiration began forming in little droplets all over her body. 

"Aaaaauuuunnnnhhhh... hhhhuuuuhhhhhhhh... " she gasped. "Oh myyyyyy 
Goddddddd! It's good... it's good... more... more... more... ohhhhhh 
yesssssssssss... " 

"Haaaaannnnhh!" he gasped. "This is... uuuuhhhh... called fucking, 
sweetheart. Get used to it... ohhhhhhhh... cause you're going to 
aaaannnnnnhhhhhhh... get a lot of it in the future." 

His fingers raked the pounding cheeks of her lovely, rounded buttocks as he 
drove his forefinger into her anus again and again, and her own fingers tore 
flesh from his flat asscheeks as he tried tugging his cock even more deeply 
into her body. She rolled about in heat and the hard young phallus continued 
its powerful surging motions. Her seething womanly pandiculation was 
becoming more and more accustomed to his driving penile invasion and the 
thrillingly defensive pressure of her anal walls around his probing finger 
slowly but surely relaxed as a flood of heated juices drowned his throbbing 
organ in an ocean of her aroused and excited lubrication. She gasped, 
responding as he wildly fucked into her with long, hard strokes, wanting to 
discover what it was like to have a man climax inside her, aching to feel 
the hot sperm now bubbling in his testicles mingle with the secretions 
seething in her own vaginal tunnel. This was the only thought now pouring 
through the beautiful brunette's passionately drugged and clouded brain as 
she gasped her desires to him. 

"Fuck me! Yes, fuck me... fuck me harder... fuck... fuck... fuck... " she 
began chanting deliriously. "Ohhhhhhhh... yessssssss... make me feel good... 
make me feel whatever it is my... uhhhhhh... body is climbing toward." 

"It's... uhhhhh... called an orgasm, baby," Goodson gasped. 

It took all of his willpower to keep the photographer from climaxing then 
and there as he listened to her loud, wild, and almost totally incoherent 
babblings. He loved listening to a woman beg for his cock, but he had never 
really expected Melanie to be clamoring for it this quickly. He thrilled to 
the way her seethingly hot vagina tightly clasped around his penis like a 
burning, fleshy glove. He had smashed her hymen, the only real obstacle to 
her enjoyment of sex, and she had let it wash right out of her mind, 
concentrating on the pleasure instead of the pain. This was a pussy who was 
really going to get somewhere in her profession, but long before she got 
there, he intended taking his fill of hardcore photos of her. 

"You know," he said to her, "you're a real bitch, Melanie. But you're going 
to make it big in the modeling world. In a few years time you won't even 
want to know me. But until then, I'm going to take full advantage of this 
lush body of yours. I'm going to build you up even bigger than Sheree 
Edwins, just as long as you remember who built your career for you, and just 
whose bitch you are in the first place." 

"I'm yours, all yours, Ivor," she said, using his given name for the first 
time, willing at this point to agree to whatever he wanted as long as he 
didn't stop this magnificent fucking into the seething tightness of her 
sucking pussy. Her cunt was awakened as never before. "Oh God, yes," she 
gasped. "I'm yours, all yours. Use me, fuck me, and make me a rich woman, 
Ivor. I'll show my gratitude in any and every way you want." 

She was shocked by what she was saying to him, because until now she had 
walked all over men, with the exception of Marty Charles. She was even 
prepared to walk all over him, except it was impossible to walk over a man 
like that. Still, she was willing to bet Marty wanted to fuck her, and she 
was getting a sadistic kind of revenge by letting Ivor into her, first. 
Right now, all that mattered was to have that orgasm he had mentioned. Among 
some of her girl friends she knew it was known as reaching a climax, or 
coming. Yes, that was it, coming. She wanted to come. She ached to reach 
that magical summit rising deep in her young and quivering body. 

"Like it?" Ivor asked, as if taunting her. 

"Love it!" she replied, letting him know he was not really dominating her in 
spite of having started out by forcing her to give him her cunt. "Fuck me 
harder, Ivor. You can fuck me whenever you wish... uuuunnnnhhhh... as long 
as there's work to go with it." 

"There'll always be work for you, baby," he told her, continuing his assault 
on her narrowly squirming cunt and even more narrow rectum, his balls ready 
to explode and blow apart with the impending release. 

He tried keeping his mind away from what he was doing, wanting to hold out 
just long enough to make her climax. He saw the lusting look in her eyes, 
but he also knew her mind was working behind those eyes. Ivor knew his 
women, and he knew Melanie well enough already so that he was certain she 
was thinking how she'd be able to profit from this the most. Well she had to 
learn he was the boss, so he would throw her a bone, and then make good use 
of her in the future. 

"Tomorrow... " he grunted, "I'm... uhhhhhh... doing an ad for... 
hhhhaaaannnngghhhh... Turtledove Perfume. I can... uhhhhhh... use you for 
the ad. But in return... aaaannnnhhhh... for this... ohhhhhh... you have to 
do a hardcore film for me." 

Melanie's gut wrenched at the idea of acting in a triple-x film. The mere 
idea turned her intestines, making her feel a little sick. "No... no... I 
can't do something like that," she cried out, squirming and twisting her 
body. "No, Ivor, not hardcore!" 

Ivor stopped plunging his throbbing cock in and out of her. The beautiful 
Melanie, lost in her euphoric cloud of sex, still continued her inner 
vaginal throbbings, squeezing her walls around his cock for some time until 
she realized he wasn't moving. His cock lay full length, motionless in her 
vagina. 

"Fuck me, Ivor!" she wailed out loud. "Please... please fuck me! Don't stop! 
For God's sake, why did you stop?" 

"What about the hardcore film?" he asked. "I need you for it, Melanie. Hell! 
I'll give you a blonde wig so no one'll recognize you, but I want you making 
that film for me. From now on, when I give you an order, you do it, 
understand?" His voice cut into her brain, lashing her like a bull whip. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped, clenching her eyes tightly shut, shuddering with 
humiliation and shame, her conscience-stricken mind a ferment of complete 
emotional conflicts. She was unable to stand this stalemate any longer. Five 
minutes earlier she would have done anything not to let him do this to her. 
Now she was willing to do anything to let him continue with what he was 
doing. Sex was the only thing of importance in her mind, and since a 
hardcore film had to do with sex, yes, she was willing to do what he wanted. 

"Well?" Ivor asked. 

"All right, all right," she gasped. "I'll do what you want. I'll make the 
hardcore film. I'll let some stranger fuck me. I'll do anything and 
everything you say, only I have to come. Please, Ivor, I have to come!" 

"You're learning fast, little girl," he told her. "You're one hot little 
bitch, and you're going to love everything. Hell! You're so hot that even 
after tonight, you'll need a cock to make you happy at different times of 
the day or night, you'll see." 

He was gloating with victory as he reached down and gripped her hips, 
worming his forefinger even deeper into the tightness of her narrow anus, 
surging forward so hard he almost knocked all the wind out of her. The 
movement caused Melanie to once again sink into the all-enveloping sensation 
of delight caused by the thrilling drive of his heated prick as it fucked in 
and out of her vagina with demoniacal force. Hell! He had fucked a lot of 
cunts in his time, and he had to rate Melanie's right up there with the best 
of them. 

The beautiful brunette's body was dripping with perspiration as she felt the 
heatedly consuming sexual frenzy which once more shackled her demands to 
his, driving her thoroughly out of her ever-loving mind. All she wanted, all 
she needed, all she ached for was the continual movement of his cock inside 
her seething cunt. All she wanted to do was fuck... fuck... fuck! Who would 
have believed she was under such unbelievable control. Someday she would 
wrest control from Ivor. She wasn't angry at him for what he was doing to 
her, but she was peeved that he was ruling her. One day she would find a way 
to control him! 

Ivor groaned as the pressure continued building in his swollen testicles. He 
found he was unable to contain himself any longer. Christ! The crazy 
ex-virgin was driving him wild with the tight way her seething cunnus was 
sucking on his penile rod. She was slamming her fulcrum into his body with 
all the strength inside her, almost as hard as he was pounding into her. 

His hands gripped her asscheeks, though he still had one finger in her 
rectum, and spread the moons wider apart. Then he plunged his forefinger all 
the more deeply into her rectum, feeling the underside of his throbbing cock 
pulsating on the other side of the thin, fleshy wall of membraneous tissue. 

"Ohhhhhh hhhhhhh... yyyyyyeeeeeeaaaahhhhh... thatttttsssss itttttt... 
babbbbbyyyyyy... " he gasped. "I'm... uhhhhhh... allllmossssst therrrrrre... 
fuck harrrrrderrrrr... harrrrderrrr... uiiuunnhhh...!" 

That was when the lovely brunette shouted to him, "Yes! Yes! Come inside me! 
Shoot your sperm into me, and it'll make me go over the top, too. Hurry!" 

She quivered, sensing the pulsating muscles in his shuddering abdomen 
tighten against her quivering belly. She tautened her thighs, digging her 
heels into his buttocks. This was it. This was going to be the first time 
she was going to have male semen splash inside her. White-hot masculine seed 
was going to pump into her seething pussy, and she knew without even 
thinking about it that this was only the first of many, many different 
splashes of semen to come. 

The heatedly long and thick phallus swelled and jerked, and she was able to 
tell the urethral tube running beneath the underside of his pounding penis 
was bloated with sperm. He was gasping, moaning and hissing, and the thick, 
burning liquid splashed deep inside the tightness of her vaginal tunnel, 
making her pussywalls pulsate in time to the rhythmic spurts of his shooting 
semen. She shuddered blindly and reacted. 

"GGGHHHHAAA... UUUUNNNNAAARGGGGGHHHHAAAUUUGGGGHHHHOOOOWWWWAAAAHHHOOOWWW... 
AAAUUUUUHHHH!" he was bellowing, firing into her time and again. He blasted 
her body with so much of his sperm, it came trickling out around his pumping 
cock and began running down her thighs and buttocks, falling on the rug 
beneath them, staining it. This was when he pulled his finger out of her 
rectum, gripping her shoulders for better leverage, and just pile-driving 
into her. 

"Hunnnnhhhh! God! Ohhhhhhhh... yessssss... whaaaatttt are you... 
oooooooohhhh... dooooooing to me... what are you doing... aaaannnnhhh... my 
God... I can feel it in my belly... my... oooooh... vagina... 
hhhhannnhhhAAAAllllllYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHH... 
UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAAA... UUUUUWWWWWAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" 

Her crying gasps came pouring out of her gulping mouth as their bodies 
merged into one. Her ankles locked high around his back and her hips twisted 
upward, clenching hungrily at the length of fleshy hosepipe pounding into 
her seething cunt. She wildly pulled his ejaculating sperm-shooter ever 
deeper into her tight pussy. 

Melanie gagged incoherently as her own orgasmic juices spun together with 
the white lava erupting from his throbbing cock, continually overflowing her 
vagina, running down over his hands as they continued clenching her moon 
shaped buttocks. Her entire lower body and her breasts heaved up and down, 
rolling in lewd convulsions of animal climax. 

Little by little sanity started creeping back into her brain, and she 
realized how shamelessly wanton she had been. She also realized all the 
things to which she had agreed and knew it was too late to back out, now. 
She had surrendered her virginity, and to turn her back on all of it now 
would mean her hymen had been sacrificed for nothing. 

"You're all right," Goodson told her, still lying on top of her, letting his 
cock continue to soak in her seething pussy. "You're going to be the biggest 
thing to hit the fashion modeling world in a long time, Melanie. From now 
on, you'll be working pretty much for me, except when I tell your agent to 
give you assignments with other photographers." 

"I hope you realize that I expect to be paid for all this time, today," she 
told him. 

"I understand," he nodded. "Besides, I really do have some layouts to do for 
the high-class mens' magazines. You're going to be star mate of the month as 
well as of the year for MEN. You're on your way, honey. Here, take a tissue, 
wipe the sperm from your cunt, and then we'll get down to business." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Sheree Edwins was disgusted with her own agent. Lately he had been getting 
slipshod, giving her crummy assignments the like of which she had never 
received, even at the beginning. It was all because of that bastard, Ivor 
Goodson. She had told Goodson she had no intention of posing for any more of 
his porn, and that she was perfectly capable of getting jobs with the good 
photographers other than himself, no matter how much influence he had with 
them. She was much in demand by the various companies for whom she had 
modeled at one time or another, and it was because of this she had gotten 
some good jobs without Ivor Goodson's help. But her agent, being a long-time 
friend of Goodson, was not doing her career any good. Hell! She had five 
more years at best, and then her modeling days would be over. 

Sheree had lots of money in the bank and even more money invested in various 
ways, but she wanted more. She would have loved a film career other than the 
triple-x jobs Ivor had put her in at the start of her modeling days. However 
she was smart enough to realize she was as bad an actress as she was a good 
model. 

It was time to change agents, and from what she had heard, Marty Charles was 
supposed to be one hell of an up-and-coming agent. So she had called Marty 
and asked him to come to her Long Island home. Marty, she knew, was no 
different from other men when it came to seduction, and seduction was a game 
at which Sheree was very good. 

She had honey-blonde hair, all natural, not bleached, and her face was 
something that looked as if it had been put together by a man who made 
delicate things out of crystal. She had wide-set blue eyes, high cheekbones, 
a narrow, short nose, and small but sensuous lips inside a heart-shaped 
face. Her honey-blonde hair was long and swept down her back, while she had 
a wave on top to cover her high forehead. Her thirty-four 
(B)-twenty-two-thirty-three measurements hadn't changed from the day she had 
first started working as a model. 

Sheree would have been able to make the seduction scene very easily by 
herself, but she decided Charles would try even harder for her if he knew 
he'd be taking on two top models instead of one, both of whom wanted him as 
an agent, and both of whom wanted him for his body. 

Valencia DeMoine was the top black model in the business, and she was also 
disgusted with her agent, who, it turned out, was Sheree's agent. Valencia 
was slimmer than Sheree, with smaller breasts. Her face had slightly wider 
nostrils, brown eyes, and very full lips, and her hair was cut African 
style, very short. She had another seven to eight years in the modeling 
business, and she was looking for better than that which she had, so when 
Sheree spoke to her about their changing agents, Valencia was more than 
agreeable. 

That particular afternoon, Valencia was at Sheree's home, and the two of 
them were wearing bikinis. Valencia's was all-white, and Sheree's was a 
brilliant red. The two of them were in the large solarium when Marty was 
shown in by Sheree's maid. They were lying on cast-iron chaises covered with 
vinyl padding, which in turn were covered by cotton blankets to make certain 
their flesh didn't stick to the vinyl. The sun streamed in through the 
overhead crystal roof. 

"Hi, Marty," Sherry greeted. "You remember Valencia, don't you? She's the 
top black model around." 

"I know the both of you quite well," Marty nodded. He was wearing a blue 
suit with a matching tie and a white shirt. 

"Hey, get out of the jacket and pour yourself a drink," the beautiful blonde 
invited, sweeping her left hand toward the small bar behind her. 

"Got any carrot juice?" Marty asked. 

"Man, you have to be kidding," Valencia laughed. 

"Nope!" Marty responded, removing his jacket, letting the girls see that 
under his white shirt there rippled muscles the like of which none of them 
had enjoyed for quite some time, having made it with either very rich, 
paunchy millionaires who owned the many companies for which they modeled, or 
the slender male models who, if blown on too hard, would dry up and fly 
away. 

"Man, you have some set of biceps," Valencia said, licking her full lips. 

"Thanks," Marty nodded. "Now let's get down to business." 

He sat on a third chaise, but he leaned forward at the end of the chaise 
instead of sitting back like the two women. He was well aware they were 
giving him the seduction treatment, but he was also smart enough to know it 
was a good thing to get business out of the way, first. 

"Our contracts with our present agent came to an end two months ago," Sherry 
told him. "We're looking for an agent who has our best interests at heart. 
After looking around, Valencia and I thought it might be a good idea to give 
you a try. You're still up-and-coming, but you know enough of the top 
studios and photographers so that you'll be able to do us some good. We know 
that you have a few good models to date, but we'll be your really 
first-class models. Interested?" 

"I'd be an ass not to be interested," Marty nodded. "I take the usual ten 
percent commission," opening a brief case he had brought with him. "I have 
the standard contracts here, and if you want, I'll make it for one year, 
renewable if mutually agreed on." 

"Good deal," Valencia nodded. 

He handed them the standard contracts, which they looked over and signed. 
Then they handed the contracts back to him, and Sherry said, "That crystal 
ceiling really makes the sun come in here very hot." 

Marty looked up for a moment, but the sun almost scorched his eyeballs, 
making him look down immediately. His eyes ran down along their bodies as 
they rose to their feet, resting on the tiny bikini bottoms which were at 
eye level. 

The slight protuberance of their pubic mounds in addition to the minute 
indentation in each cloth at the point where each pair of pussylips divided, 
was now delightfully presented to the agent's widely bulging, hungry eyes, 
and as they moved closer, he became hungrier. Something caught his eye and 
he stared more closely at the leg band of Valencia's white bikini. His hard 
cock suddenly began wildly jerking and shuddering as it stiffened as he 
realized that even against her black skin he was able to make out three or 
four pubic curls as they peeped out from the white, restricting cloth. It 
pressed against the black, tantalizing thigh of smooth flesh, and Marty felt 
his mouth water. 

Valencia noticed where his gaze was focused and she smiled, feeling a little 
twinge of delightedly blissful anticipation deep down in her growling belly. 
She and Sheree had agreed to seduce the man, but he was making it so easy 
for them, as if falling into their hands. Well, what the hell, have a little 
fun with the white dude first. 

"Sheree," she asked out loud, "what do you think our new agent is looking 
at?" She asked it out loud as if the man was meant to overhear her without 
actually being included in their conversation. 

"Might be a good idea if I saw for myself," Sheree laughed, and she walked 
over to where Marty was sitting and squatted so that her head was beside his 
before he had a chance to jerk his eyes away in nervous embarrassment. She 
stared straight up between Valencia's invitingly sculptured loins. 

"You know," she said out loud, grinning, "I think he's staring at those 
lovely black little pussy hairs of yours. They're sticking out both sides of 
the bikini crotch." 

She was laughing inwardly, noting the look of curiosity on Marty's face as 
his wide eyes raced from the body of one woman to that of the other. Then 
Sheree reached out toward the black woman's slightly parted thighs. This 
would get him, but good. 

"Do you want me to tuck those hairs back in for you?" she asked, her 
slender, red-nailed fingers stopping barely two inches short of the white 
cloth. 

Marty had been prepared for them to tease him a little, but he was taken 
totally off-balance and his mouth dropped wide open in astonishment as his 
shocked ears heard the black woman whisper her thanks and his disbelieving 
eyeballs watched the slender probing fingers of the beautiful honey blonde 
squatting beside him slip deftly under the bikini crotch and then very 
slowly push the outstanding, crinkly hairs very neatly back into place under 
the band that covered her so scantily. The fingers seemed to linger 
indefinitely, almost sensually, for a long, long second before finally 
withdrawing, their tips gleaming with the heady moisture that was seeping 
from Valencia's vaginal gash. 

Then Valencia was speaking again. 

"Do you think our new agent enjoyed the sight of you, another woman, 
reaching in and touching my pussy?" 

Valencia was enjoying herself, a secret smile playing widely over her lips 
as she watched the effect her lascivious words were having on the handsome, 
muscled man sitting before her. When it came to sex, Valencia was overjoyed 
to discover white men were no different from black men concerning the 
covering of her body. Hell! Sometimes she thought white men were even more 
lascivious, as if enjoying a black woman was like eating the forbidden 
fruit. 

As far as she was concerned, there was something very exciting about being 
caressed by another female while this honky man was looking on. It was as if 
they were acting out a drama for the man, and the mere thought sent all 
kinds of thrillingly obscene, rapturous delights as she felt Sheree's 
fingers caressing her, slowly running up and down the inside of her right 
leg. 

"You know what I think," Sheree said. "I think our agent would get the 
biggest kick in the world out of seeing me stick my finger all the way into 
that tight black pussy of yours," she cooed, now turning her head and 
looking at Marty's face going through a series of conflicting reactions at 
the lurid spectacle obviously taking place for his benefit. 

His eyes remained locked on the smoothly stroking white hand that was 
inching its way up toward the inflamed juncture of Valencia's now shuddering 
and trembling loins. She watched him licking his lips nervously as she 
brought her panted nails up into the region that was so sensitive, the 
upper, inner thigh. This caused Valencia to gasp and sigh in anticipation 
above her. 

From where .he was sitting, Marty's head was twisted awkwardly upward, but 
the discomfort he was feeling was something he didn't notice. He was unable 
to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing lesbianic caresses Sheree's hand 
was ministering to the creamy black columnar thighs belong to Valencia. At 
the same time, Sheree felt her own sexual excitement starting to build as 
she looked forward to the moment when her fingers would slither into the hot 
seething membranes that made up Valencia's pussy. She was well aware the 
burning box was already sodden with desire. 

Marty was unable to figure out what had come over the two females. If they 
wanted him to fuck them, why the hell didn't they just come out and say it 
instead of playing these dumb games? 

Yet he had to admit he was excited as all hell, especially when Sheree had 
poked her fingers into Valencia's bathing suit crotch. Just watching her 
tuck those hairs in had him seething with lustful desire. That alone had 
caused his throbbing cock to stiffen, but their incredibly obscene and 
direct language was now making his stiffening shaft twitch again and again. 
The throbbing organ swelled to such a hardness in his pants he was too 
embarrassed to stand up for fear they would see and note his erection, 
realizing they were having the kind of effect on him they wanted to have. 

He ought to teach them a lesson. He ought to stand up, put on his coat, and 
leave, as if they weren't getting to him at all. But then, whom would he be 
hurting? Only himself. Hell! If they wanted to put on a performance in front 
of him, fine. Somehow he found it difficult to accept the fact that Sheree 
was going to finger-fuck Valencia right in front of him, yet that seemed to 
be what she was going to do, and if that was indeed what she intended doing, 
then he intended seeing it. 

Sheree saw Marty's staring eyes were glazing over with lust, and she knew 
the time had come to give the new agent something exciting and stimulating 
for him to stare at. 

Directly above her, she heard Valencia's slightly tortured voice gasping, 
"Go on, Sheree. Push those fingers into me... " and she watched as one of 
the slender, black woman's hands slowly reached down between her pillarly 
ebony thighs, and then yanked aside the stretchy material, thereby opening 
the way for her pink-skinned friend's entry from below. In the process she 
revealed to the agent's lust-hungry, ravenously glittering stare the rich 
pink of her glistening cuntal lips adorned by a black haze of damp, curling 
hairs. All this took place less than eight inches from his awestruck eyes. 

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Sheree smiled and used the 
short-nailed tip of her middle finger to tenderly separate the delightfully 
raw, moist flesh of the other woman's hair-lined vaginal lips in an attempt 
to find the womanly oscitancy located inside her. Finally finding the 
opening, she skewered the full length of her middle finger all the way into 
the seethingly welcoming, flaring, warm-walled cavern that clamped solidly 
around its abrupt invasion. 

"Aaaaahhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Valencia gasped above the other woman, and she 
began grinding her lushly rounded hips in an attempt to feel even more of 
the delightfully delicious sensation, while below her, the blonde Sheree 
began plunging the obscenely buried manual digit as far into the viscid 
passageway as she was possibly able, pumping the finger in and out, her 
other fingers forming a fist and giving the impression she was literally 
hitting the black woman between her thighs instead of thrusting a probing 
finger into the seething, boiling womanly depths. 

Marty thought this whole thing was completely wacko. Never in his wildest 
erotic dreams had he even thought of one woman fingering another, shoving 
her digit into another female's soaking pussy the way Sheree's finger was 
driving into Valencia's tunnel. Swirls of burning heat began gathering in 
his bloated testicles, and he realized it would not be long before he would 
be reaching out to add his own forefinger or middle finger to that of 
Sheree's as it continued slithering inside the tight, slippery sheath of 
Valencia's pussy as it squirmed in circles. 

As he continued doing this he pictured Melanie's face of all faces before 
his eyes and realized he was hungry for that woman more than any of the 
others. Not that these two weren't beautiful women, and he certainly owed no 
allegiance to Melanie. Christ! His making time with these two females would 
in no way stop him from trying to score with the lovely brunette. Hell! He 
shook his head, bouncing the woman's image from his brain. Never think about 
one woman when playing with one or more other women. 

As he stared, the powerful stimulation of the red nail, appearing each time 
Sheree back stroked in the woman's tight pink pussy, pulling out ridges of 
clasping inner flesh set him burning all over again. He stared at the way 
her finger was covered with rich, moist inner secretions brought from the 
depths of Valencia's cunt, and he felt more than sexual pleasure, now. There 
was a slightly sadistic pleasure at seeing the finger rammed solidly into 
her like a slamming rocket with the blunted nail looking like some dangerous 
warhead. 

Seeing all this was highly stimulating, and he decided to bide his time a 
bit, simply enjoying that at which he was looking without actually entering 
into the sexual foreplay, himself. Another picture of Melanie's face entered 
his mind, and now he knew why. He had tried to avoid sending her to Ivor 
Goodson's studio, knowing Goodson for the hedonist he was. Melanie had 
phoned him the previous evening, letting him know she was returning to 
Goodson's studio that particular day, and knowing the way Goodson worked, 
Marty was certain the photographer had added another cunt to his line-up of 
pussies. It galled him because he had wanted to be the first one into 
Melanie. 

What the hell! Marty was smart enough to realize it wasn't who was first 
into a woman. It was who was last. He knew Goodson had made it with the two 
models in front of him, but that was past history. Now it was his turn. Soon 
it would be his turn with Melanie. 

He was wrenched from his dreamy reverie by the sudden popping sound that 
accompanied the removal of Sheree's soaking finger from the black woman's 
seething pussy. Her two hands now reached up and grabbed the waistband of 
Valencia's bikini bottom. She began tugging them down over the resilient 
curving flesh of the black woman's thighs, every jerk revealing the horn 
shapes of the hair on Valencia's pubic mound. Ivor Goodson had a sense of 
humor, and he had each of his models shave or cut their pubic hair in a 
particular shape. With Melanie it was a heart shape. With Valencia it was 
horns, and Sheree's cunt looked as if it had a blonde mustache on top, and a 
blonde goatee underneath, because she had hair that grew right to her 
asshole. 

He stared at the swollen, coral lips of Valencia's vaginal rictus, seeing 
the labia palpitate. The bunching cloth suddenly slid the rest of the way 
down the ebony skinned woman's curving ankles, leaving Valencia's 
delightfully shaped model's body naked but for the bikini top before Marty's 
hungrily licentious stare. 

Now as he watched, Valencia bent down over the lovely Sheree who was resting 
comfortably on her knees, and she was undoing the snaps holding the petite 
blonde's small bikini top. For an instant he took his eyes away from the 
lusciously lewd vision of Valencia's lust-sodden, raggedly pink vaginal 
flanges and riveted his eyes on the soft billowing of Sheree's 
small-but-firm liberated breasts. Considering they were small, they were 
bloated and round, fuller than he would have believed for a model, tipped 
with delightfully rich pink nipples and areola. 

Valencia pulled the shoulder straps down over the lovely blonde's slender 
arms, and at the same time deftly stepped out of her own white bikini 
bottoms, setting her bare feet apart on the stone floor of the solarium. As 
she did so, Marty's attention was once again attracted to the slight parting 
of the delicate, moisture-moistened lips of her seething pussy. His nostrils 
flared widely, twitching with the delightfully rich and pungent aroma of the 
black woman as the scent wafted to him from just about a foot away. 

Valencia, noting he was still sitting on the edge of the cast-iron chaise, 
stared down at him for a moment, feeling the firmly swelling mounds of her 
breasts, still encased in the bikini top quivering as tremors of lustful 
desire made her greedy body tremble and shake. She wished he would stand up 
and shuck his clothing so her eyes would be able to feast themselves on his 
cock. Hell! She was willing to bet he had a big one. 

With a gesture of almost wild abandon, she reached her arms behind her and 
slipped the snaps on her own bikini top, then pulled it off, shaking free of 
its restraint as it fell from the cones of her ebony black breasts with 
their even blacker coal-colored nipples and areola. The white top fell to 
the floor, unnoticed at this point. Now the black woman was completely and 
wantonly naked and soon she was going to need a helluva lot more than a 
woman's slender finger jabbing into her vaginal depths. However, for now, 
even that finger would feel good. Something... anything was needed inside 
her. 

Valencia was as stunned as Marty by what happened next, as Sheree turned her 
face into her friend's crotch. The blonde was still kneeling and her lips 
were on a level with the other woman's dripping cunt. The surprised woman 
swayed and almost fell with shocked astonishment. The sudden wet contact 
sent a delicious chill racing up the length of Valencia's spine, and she 
automatically reached down with both hands to grasp the lovely blonde's head 
to keep herself from toppling over. Her eyes were now glazed over with 
passion as the lovely Sheree spoke lasciviously into the flesh of her belly. 

"I'm sure Marty wants me to start licking you, honey," she whispered. "Is it 
all right if I lick your pussy?" 

Before Valencia had a chance to reply, Sheree dropped her lips a little 
lower and then pressed them against the black woman's pubic mound, spreading 
the softly curling pussy hairs with her thumbs. Sheree extended her small 
pink tongue, delving into the wetly flowering slash of the vibrantly, 
inflamed cuntal furrow. 

"Aaaaannnnhhhh... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhhhh... yessssssssss... " Valencia moaned, 
her body wildly leaping at the electrical touch of the lovely, petite 
blonde's tongue pressing against the tiny erecting bud of her extended 
clitoris. Through the thrilling mists of delight she heard her friend 
begging her to sit on the chaises and lay back. 

"I want to give you the full mouth treatment," she said to Valencia, her 
breath now steaming heatedly in teasing fashion across the tinglingly 
agitated bud of her solid clitoral nub. The black woman was still standing, 
as if unable to comprehend what it was Sheree wanted her to do. 

His head was now wildly swimming, and Marty stared almost dreamily as the 
half-hypnotized black woman allowed the half-naked blonde to tug her 
delightfully aroused and thrilled body down, making her lie on the foot of 
the chaise with her head falling back and her buttocks on the upraised end, 
while Valencia's feet, spread wide apart, were planted flatly on the floor. 
He found he had to stand and move closer in order to see what was happening, 
next. 

Getting to his feet, he was well aware of the thick bulge in his pants, 
feeling his cock throb and pulsate uncontrollably. Swirls of heady, 
thrilling, totally uncontrolled desire were continuing to build steadily in 
his scrotum as he watched the way the hungrily aroused Valencia, lying back 
on the chaise, looked up and stared at his crotch-bulge. It was almost as if 
the black model was able to see through the bulge in his pants, clear 
through to his cock. 

Valencia felt her trembling belly heave uncontrollably as it quivered 
spasmodically, almost as though the handsome agent they had just hired to 
represent them was already in the process of sinking his solidly pulsating 
cock all the way into her quaking belly. Through pleasure-glazed eyes she 
watched Sheree remove the lower half of her bikini. She took her hands away 
from Valencia for the moment and rolled the bikini bottoms down to her 
ankles, pulled her feet out one at a time, then tossed the bikini bottoms 
off to the side, somewhere. Marty stared at the perfectly round, 
delightfully halved shape of the basketball that was Sheree's white 
buttocks. 

Valencia was trying to sit up, but Sheree pushed her right back down, prying 
her thighs wide apart and clambering between them as if she were a man. She 
kissed the black woman's belly, then slowly slid lower and lower until she 
was sitting cross-legged on the floor between the wide-splayed calves of the 
black woman. Sheree, knowing Marty was watching, felt an additional thrill 
shooting through her as her eager blue eyes stared at the flat belly of 
Valencia above the horns of her pubic hair. Because the chaise dipped down, 
it was impossible for her to see more of the lovely black woman's body. 

Now Sheree stared hungrily at the delightfully hair-horned V of the black 
model's totally widespread and openly exposed vagina, her mouth actually 
watering as her wide blue eyes locked themselves on the spectacle of the 
pink lips grinding against one another as Valencia's buttocks writhed in 
tiny circles on the chaise, wriggling sensuously just below her hungering 
mouth and anxious tongue. 

Adding to her pleasurable anticipation was the realization that Marty 
Charles's lust-fired eyes would be watching without looking away. He would 
be like a peeping torn, only with the knowledge and permission of the 
performers. Then her mind concentrated itself on the oncoming feast of moist 
female flesh that was now being offered up to her salivating, hungry mouth. 
Globs of sputum gathered in her throat at the delectable sight of the 
outpouring vaginal juices in the deliciously narrow split that began at the 
base of Valencia's smooth black belly and began trailing down between the 
two ebony spheres of her full and rounded asscheeks where they pressed 
firmly into the cushions of the chaise. 

Marty was getting hungrier and hungrier, enjoying the sight immensely, 
knowing he ought to either dive into ail this or just walk away. Yet he. 
remained motionless, now on his feet, standing above the two women, and he 
realized in all his experiences with models this was the first time he, 
himself, would ever witness one female tonguing another. Oh Lord! 

Sheree's hungering face was pressed tightly between the thighs locked around 
her ears-female thighs. The sheer wanton depravity of such an illicit 
coupling stirred the agent's increasing lusts to even greater heights. 
Involuntarily, as though to quench the rising need, he brought his rigid 
hand to bear on the taut bulk in his crotch, but the squeezing sensation 
only made him realize how much he lusted after these two women at the 
moment, and how much his needs had to be gratified. They were a lovely pair 
of models, and it was obvious that even if they enjoyed swinging with one 
another, all this was basically for his benefit. He had been around long 
enough to recognize a seduction scene, and he was more than willing to play 
into their hands at the moment, since, in the long run, all he'd be able to 
do was benefit by all this. 

At that moment, Sheree's head fell hungrily into the gap between the darker 
beauty's widespread and taut thighs. The blonde's quivering lips closed over 
the gently quivering mound at the base of the beautiful Negress's heaving 
and quivering belly. The agent's mind was reeling with excitement as desire 
continued mounting inside him. Valencia dug her elbows into the chaise 
beneath her and managed to raise her head, even though she was on a 
down-tilt, staring in open-mouthed appreciation while the lust-inspired 
blonde began planting wetly tickling kisses on the woman's still tightly 
closed vaginal slit. Sheree's pink tongue flicked knowingly, as if it had 
done this dozens of times before, at the rippling pink cut between the 
beautiful black woman's thighs. 

Marty saw the raven-skinned victim of this delightful oral assault was 
thrilled, totally beside herself with the agonizing delight of the 
sensation, and almost as if Sheree was unaware of the effect of her action 
on the on-looking male agent, her hands began squeezing her own whitely 
dangling breasts. Valencia, emulating Sheree, covered her own ebony mounds 
with her hands and began strongly squeezing. Then her hand slid slowly down 
the smooth, flat plane of her coal-black belly and settled on either side of 
her vaginal divide. Her probing fingers began stroking indecisively for a 
moment at the flexing cords of muscle in her inner thighs as the other young 
woman continued to hungrily rain the moistly teasing kisses all over the 
thrillingly tingling slit, and then, with an impatient groan, she spread the 
fleshy, pink-lipped flanges slowly, very slowly apart with her delving 
fingers, thereby permitting Sheree's hungrily probing, delving mouth 
complete access to her stretched and seething vaginal hole. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh... oooooooonnnnhhhh... ohhhhhh... myyyy... Godddddd... 
Shereeeeeeee... aaaannnnnngggghhhh... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Valencia whispered 
and the hungrily ministering woman's oral organ abruptly shot out to flick 
its heatedly searing tip around and around the other's tautly erect 
clitoris. Valencia's outcries of mingled torture and rapture were enough to 
drive the totally incredulous Marty Charles almost totally out of his 
ever-lovin' mind as he watched Valencia's elbows pressing convulsively into 
her quivering ribs as her head tossed from side to side on the cushiony 
softness of the vinyl covered padding on the cast-iron chaise beneath her. 

The agent's hand was still pressing against his pants-covered cock, and he 
began involuntarily rubbing up and down on the rigid protuberance with a 
quick, staccato motion, now totally oblivious to whether or not the women 
were able to see just what it was he was doing. Christ! It had been some 
time since he had witnessed something so delightfully inciting, and he had 
to admit this lewd spectacle of oral sex was extremely stimulating. But 
Jesus! If he kept this up, he'd be shooting in his pants instead of into one 
of these luscious women. 

Now there was another problem. Assuming he finally did join in, whichever 
woman he selected to fuck would be overjoyed, but the other female might be 
more than a little angry. 

But even this rationalization of why he ought not to join in began to 
hurriedly fade as he felt arousing and depraved sensations of thrilling lust 
as he watched the lovely Sheree, her searching pink tongue still probing 
deeply into Valencia's seething crack. Then she was swinging her body around 
so that when she lifted her leg and brought it down, her own body was 
directly above that of the black woman, in reverse, and her cunt was 
directly over Valencia's mouth. Her loins were now mere inches above the 
Negress's face, and all the while her lapping tongue continued burying 
itself in the other woman's lust-soaked pussy. 

For a moment Marty, with all his knowledge of sex between men and women, was 
puzzled about what Sheree wanted to take place, but from where he was 
standing he was somehow able to see a responsive grin on the black woman's 
face, contorted with passion as it was, as she stared into the inviting 
dehiscence of heatedly burning cunt flesh, open and moist, with a mustache 
and beard of blonde hair around it, looking for all the world like a 
vertical mouth hungry to kiss hers. 

Marty watched in total and complete amazement as the black-skinned woman 
shifted, seemingly in slow motion to the side a little, to give him a better 
view and suddenly tugged down on Sheree's white asscheeks with her hands as 
she buried her own pleasure-dazed face in the coral valley, pressing her 
nose and chin solidly into the seething wetness, her face tickled by the 
mustache and beard. The hollowing and bloating of her cheeks showed Marty 
that she was using her tongue to best advantage, letting it slither deep 
into the viscous, clasping hollow of Sheree's pussy in lesbianic abandon. 

The sun coming through the roof was bright on the sixty-nining bodies of the 
two women, and the lapping of one into the other's cunt sounded like water 
slapping against the piles of a pier. Noisy were the wild sucking sounds and 
incoherent groans issuing from the throats of the two females. The last bit 
of decision to remain impassive vanished from the handsome agent under the 
rising need of his huge, massively throbbing cock. Hell! He wanted it 
scabbarded between the tight, warmly clasping cuntlips of one cunt while his 
own mouth hungrily sucked the seething juices out of the other woman's 
orally subjugated nookie. At the moment Melanie was pushed so far out of his 
mind, it was as if she had never existed. He no longer thought about what he 
would have liked to have done, but rather he was concentrating on what he 
wanted to do to this pair of women. 

Hurriedly, he removed his tie and all but tore his shirt from his body. At 
the same time he undid his belt and tugged down his pants and under shorts, 
kicking off his shoes and leaving everything but his socks in a pile on the 
floor. He was in too much of a hurry to pull off his socks. At last his 
burgeoning cock was released to the warmth of the sunlight pouring into the 
solarium. It swung straight out, a heavy glistening drop of seminal oil at 
its tip. Then the powerfully muscular man fell to his own knees and placed 
his hands firmly on the lovely Valencia's thighs while gripping Sheree's 
shoulder. He roughly jerked the petite blonde woman's head from its nest 
between the darker woman's open loins and pulled them apart at that end, 
while leaving Valencia's face firmly locked into the pulsing cunt of the 
pink-skinned causcasian woman. 

Sheree's questioning face was smeared and gleaming with the heavy secretions 
of ointment coming from Valencia's lust-moistened pussy from which he had 
forcibly tugged her face. However, he saw with a grim, satisfied smile that 
the lovely blonde's countenance suddenly brightened when she saw his heavy 
length of throbbingly pulsating cock sprouting rigidly from his hairy loins 
less than half a foot from her face. 

Squatting as he was in front of the foot of the chaise, he was also able to 
see Valencia's pink-lipped cunt, and the sight of it built such hunger in 
him, he decided he had to eat that pussy while Sheree sucked his cock. 

Pulling both women of the chaise, onto the stone floor, they shortly formed 
a triangle, with Valencia's mouth still buried in Sheree's pussy, and Marty 
staring into the black woman's cunt while he felt Sheree's burning breath 
covering his own cock and balls. Without another second's delay, he pushed 
his head forward, slithering his tongue deep into the seething cunt Sheree 
had been sucking earlier. He listened to his raven-skinned victim groaning 
huskily, the sounds coming from deep in her gasping throat as the searching 
tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the burning 
length of the wearing wet slit, starting in the black, horn-shaped tangle of 
pubic curls and then wriggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening 
of her shuddering pussy and into the crevice of her spasmodically and 
tightly clenching asscheeks. 

The hungrily anxious young agent worked lustily and voraciously, feeling 
Valencia's wet pubic hairs grazing ever so gently against his smooth-shaven 
cheeks as he waited for the mouth of the blonde woman to clamp like a syrupy 
condom around the full length of his pulsating rigidity. 

Sheree's pleasure-glazed eyes stared at the swollenly thick rod that was 
Marty's blue-veined penis as it appeared to protrude threateningly from his 
solid loins. The head was a brilliant purple, shining with its own viscous 
emissions, glistening in the warm sunlight coming from the crystal ceiling. 
The agent's desire-bloated testicles, lying in their sac of wrinkled flesh 
seemed impossibly huge from this close,' and as always, the experienced 
blonde model felt certain her mouth would never be able to contain the 
entire length of his cock. Yet she knew, just as certainly, that she was 
going to be able to do it. 

This was the moment of victory for which she and Valencia had striven. 
Getting Marty to join in with them this way, meant the relationship between 
them would be more than just a business relationship, and as a result, Marty 
would work harder for them than he would for many of the other female 
clients he represented. Besides, they were his first really big-time 
clients. Their being with him would insure his getting some really 
high-class assignments for some of his other models since the photographers 
would realize Marty Charles was a man to be reckoned with. 

Sheree was unable to suppress a passionate twinge of lust that mingled with 
her pleasure at their success and the sheer lustful anticipation of sucking 
on the dangerously thick cock. 

Then she felt the delightfully maddening probe of Valencia's slurping, 
probing tongue twirling against the oversensitive pinpoint of her clitoris 
in a hypnotic rhythm that wiped out all her thoughts as she was filled with 
a rush of sensual enjoyment. The slender blonde let her head slowly dip down 
and forward, moving almost automatically in rhythm with the tongue against 
her clitoris, and her tongue was flicking out at the handsome young man's 
rubbery phallic tip as the point of her oral organ began to bore 
tantalizingly into the wetness of the tiny slit in the bulbous helmeted 
shape of his glands. 

The abrupt, electrifyingly delightful contact had been expected by the 
handsome agent, but even so, the actual contact took the man by surprise, 
.as if a hot wire had been touched to his penile point, sending all kinds of 
thrilling chills rippling up and down his shuddering spine and bringing a 
gasping groan from his lips, drenched as they were with Valencia's pussy 
juice. The petite blonde was opening her mouth very wide, as much as was 
humanly possible for her, and he felt her lips enclose the entire helmet of 
his throbbing cock-head. Warm, wet, sensitive pressure enveloped his organ's 
tip, her lips tightening like the drawstrings on a purse around his pulsing 
penis just below the corona, trapping it securely inside the sheath formed 
by her lips. 

"Oh Jesus!" Marty gasped. He moaned again, lifting his face from the burning 
wetness of the lovely Valencia's tasty cunt for a moment to look at the way 
the luscious Sheree had contorted her face, around his throbbing cock. The 
inciting vision of his stiff thickness sunk a third of the way between her 
tightly ovaling lips increased the delicious and delightful swirling 
sensation of her probing tongue a hundredfold, making him quiver even more. 
She massaged the softly resilient skin of his scrotum very gently with the 
palm of her delicate hand as she began moving her head back and forth, 
sucking very rhythmically. 

Sheree inhaled, then pushed her head forward again, sucking in almost all 
the length of the massive cock. It was one big cock, all right. It was as 
big as the best of those she had enjoyed in her five years of modeling. Each 
time her head pulled back, her lips sucked so hard, the inner parts of her 
lips seemed to be pulled out, causing sharp, excruciating sensations 
throughout the entire length of his throbbing cock. 

Now his eyes flicked to the other juncture where Valencia was laboring 
strongly and enthusiastically with her mouth, her oral cavern working hard 
between the parted lips of Sheree's slightly opened pussylips. He knew it 
wouldn't be much longer before all of them exploded. The stimulation of this 
coupling wreaking havoc with all three of them. He returned his own mouth to 
the wide-open tunnel of Valencia's tasty cunt. 

Running his tongue into the soft-rimmed wet flesh, stabbing directly against 
each of the tasty vaginal walls in turn, each for only a moment, he quickly 
withdrew his tongue and began teasing around the ragged labial edges. 
Inwardly he began to smile as he felt the black beauty's hands reaching down 
and clawing desperately ;at his own dark hair. She was trying very hard to 
push his hungering mouth even deeper into the tantalizing and palpitating 
center of her delightfully demanding pussy. He let her force his head 
exactly where she wanted it to go, pressing his mouth directly over the 
tight little opening leading into her vaginal gully. 

As his mouth totally encircled and began covering the defenselessly 
contracting opening, Marty spiked his long, slippery working tongue deeper 
into the hotly throbbing depths of her sucking pussy and was rewarded by a 
low, guttural crooning from the young woman whose firm, coal-black thighs 
tightly encircled his rocking head in a convulsing manner. He felt the 
yielding wetness of her smooth flesh sheathing his stiffly extended tongue 
as the inner walls of the invaded vagina continually opened and closed in 
tiny, greedy sucking motions as though the lovely lady's nibbling viscous 
pussy were trying to grip his tongue firmly and pull it out of his mouth by 
the roots in an attempt to devour it all at once. His nose was mashed very 
tightly up against Valencia's clenching anal ring, and he noted how much 
care she took to make certain no part of her gave off an offensive odor. 
Even her asshole smelled sweet. 

He rubbed his nose back and forth against her asshole while his tongue 
continued working in her cunt, and soon he had an overabundance of feminine 
juices flowing from the pulsatingly open passage of her seething vagina. The 
tantalizing scent incited his mouth-covered cock to a stiffness he was 
barely able to keep under control, convincing him that orgasm for all three 
of them was mere seconds away. In a little while he was going to be 
exploding, firing seed into this lovely blonde woman's hungering mouth, and 
he had to admit as he lapped at Valencia's pussy that Sheree was one helluva 
cocksucker. Soon he would be spewing white sperm down that lovely throat, 
and he knew without anyone telling him that the lovely lady was going to 
swallow every last little drop of his seed. 

Great swirls of intense heat began building higher in the simmering depths 
of his throbbing balls while he stared straight ahead of him at the 
glistening flesh Of the lovely Valencia's desperately writhing and squirming 
asscheeks. He licked like a raving demon gone mad into her seething pussy, 
lapping at her burningly twitching cunt as Sheree's head bobbed slavishly 
back and forth against his cock, her lips now touching his balls as the head 
of his penis poked itself into the tightness of her gurgling throat. 

The three interconnected bodies began bucking and laboring over each other 
as the delightfully overwhelming waves of total depravity and sensuousness 
turned their oral/genital triangle into an insanely writhing mass of heated 
flesh. The sounds of sucking intermingled with thrilled groans of delighted 
pleasure erupted from their straining mouths into the late-morning quiet of 
the calm, sun-washed room that lay peacefully about them. The lewd sucking 
tempo was increasing with every passing moment as hoarse moans continually 
echoed in the small solarium and tiny beads of perspiration reflected the 
sunlight gleaming on their naked bodies, trapped in a mad spiraling of 
nakedly raw lust. 

Sheree's helplessly hungering body was now lost in the wanton fire of the 
present moment. Every one of her muscles was tensed as she abandoned her 
hips to the thrillingly obscene probe of Valencia's tongue between her 
cuntlips as she felt overpowering wave after wave of thrilling goose bumps 
continually prickling her quivering belly and breasts, the latter heaving 
uncontrollably as her head continued madly rocking back and forth in a 
greedy feasting beat as she continually sucked on the long, fat, delicious 
cock between Marty Charles's thighs. Her ribboned lips formed a perfect pink 
oval and continued sucking hungrily in wantonly shameless delight under the 
continuance of Valencia's orally skilled ministrations, her tight, white, 
rounded pair of buttocks continually twitching back and forth involuntarily 
as the darker woman's constantly darting tongue sent wildly helpless spasms 
of mind-shattering sensation coursing uncontrollably through her tender and 
raw nerves. 

The blonde was well aware of Marty's cock swelling and becoming even 
thicker, building toward a climax, and automatically her body reacted by 
urging her tongue to lick all the more furiously around and around the 
dilating glands. She sucked and pulled even harder with her lips as her 
head's rocking became staccato-like, causing the tip of his penis to drill 
into the depths of her esophagus. 

Marty loudly moaned and groaned again and again, his own pursed lips working 
wildly into the depths of Valencia's lust-drenched vaginal culvert. 
Incoherent mutterings were spitting from between his clenched teeth. 

Suddenly he gasped in abandoned realization that the moment belonged to the 
beautiful black model. A deep, low, guttural sound began building from 
somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the searing welling up of sperm begin 
its madly insane rush from his throbbing balls. From the sanctuary of his 
testicles it came shooting higher, and then it began spewing into the depths 
of Sheree's lovely mouth. 

"AAAAAA UUUUU WWWWW AAAAA UUUUUGGGGHHHH... GGGGLLLLMMMMGGGG... 
HHHHAAAAUUUUWWWW... AAAAGGGGHHHHFFFFMMMMNNNNNGGGGGFFFFF!" he bellowed, his 
face still glued to Valencia's gashed opening. 

Sheree labored insanely, as though trying to swallow all of him as he 
emptied his boiling white semen into the heated wetness of her mouth and 
throat. His own hands reached down and cruelly gripped her long, honey 
blonde tresses, holding her lovely head firmly against his loins as he 
continued to solidly push as much of his spurting cock down her throat as he 
was able, making her gag, choke, and cough sporadically as she continued to 
swallow the foaming load he was unleasing. 

Abruptly the eagerly drinking beautiful blonde model began to stiffen, 
herself, lifting her arms and torso from the stone floor on which they lay, 
forcing the beautiful Negress lapping her pussy to lift her head a little in 
order to keep her mouth locked on her friend's seething pussy. The 
black-skinned woman sensed that Sheree was fast approaching her 
satisfaction, and now worked even harder with her mouth to bring her to the 
towering peak of ultimate sensation even as she felt Marty's tongue 
continually delving again and again into her own simmering pussy, sending 
sparks of orgasm and waves of climax crashing through every exposed 
nerve-ending in her quaking body. She was aware of the other woman's smooth, 
wet vaginal walls pulsing spasmodically around her own probing tongue as she 
fucked frantically into the seething, simmering depths of the blonde's fiery 
vaginal interior. 

Sheree was the one who finally came next. 

"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHUUUU... PHHHHUUUUUGGGGGLL... CCCCCHHHHHAAAAA... 
NNNGGGGRRRRPHHH... MMMWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" he gasped, her mouth still 
tightly clamped around the hose of Marty Charles that was only just now 
starting to shrink. She slammed her cunt against Valencia's face repeatedly, 
flooding the black woman's countenance with her seething juices as her 
orgasm gushed out around the other woman's still-thrashing tongue, even as 
the last dribblings of Marty's warm semen continued dripping into her 
sucking mouth while his penis continued shrinking, the jerking in the organ 
now almost imperceptible. 

Valencia sucked hard at the tightly parted vaginal opening and drank down 
the pungent white wine flowing from Sheree's cunt, savoring it as if it were 
some vintage champagne. There was a delightful lasciviousness to licking up 
all the woman's spurting fluids, well as much as she was able to spurt, 
anyway. This was all she needed to push her own body over the straining 
abyss of sheer pleasure. Her quivering body shuddered around the probing of 
Marty's digging tongue like an erupting earthquake, rumbling on and on and 
on. The sensation sank ever deeper into her trembling soul as she gagged 
out, "AAAAARRRRRGGGGG... HHHHHWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUPHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH... 
AAAAAPHHHHHWW... AAAAAUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" 

She collapsed after that, lying on her side on the floor, unable to move. 
Marty was the only one of the trio able to get to his feet, and he staggered 
over to the nearest chaise and fell on it. He stared down at the two 
sweating female bodies, and the sight of them aroused him again, but his 
cock was not able to grow. Christ! He was still in the mood to fuck. 

"I'm beat!" Valencia gasped, still lying on the floor. "Man! You have some 
tongue. If you're as good at getting us work as you are at cunt lapping, 
we're gonna have us a great future together." 

"Mmmmm... I feel good," Sheree mumbled, and finally pulled herself onto 
another chaise where she sprawled, face-down. 

The minutes passed, and Marty, looking at their bodies, slowly developed 
another erection. That was when the maid walked in to announce luncheon was 
served. She was a pretty thing who seemed totally innured to her mistress's 
habits, and when Marty beckoned her over and pointed to his stiff cock, she 
slid her panties off, straddled him, and sat on it until they both came. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The ad for Turtledove Perfume took a whole day, and Melanie was overjoyed at 
the money she was earning. Ivor Goodson told her he would be in touch with 
her agent when he wanted her for the porno movie he would be shooting in the 
future. 

In the meantime, Marty had lined up two more small modeling jobs for her. 
True, they only paid seventy-five dollars an hour, but she was working 
steadily now, and she was putting money into a bank account. 

Marty was bringing her along slowly, knowing if he didn't splash her all 
over the place at once, she was more likely to get better paying jobs and 
stay in business longer. With Sheree and Valencia he didn't have to worry 
since their reputations were well-established, and even though Ivor Goodson 
had passed the word around to keep them from getting good work, Marty was 
able to speak directly to the heads of certain corporations who, in turn, 
spoke to some of the fashion photographers, and as a result the two known 
models were working as steadily as ever. 

"I hear you handle Sheree Edwins now," Melanie said one day, about three 
weeks after her losing her own virginity. She had been to bed with no man 
since Goodson, and her body was telling her it wanted more. 

"So what?" Marty asked. 

"Well you're giving her far better assignments than you're getting for me," 
Melanie told him. 

"She's a lot better known than you," Marty reminded her. "Relax, honey. If 
your face is splashed all over the place at seventy-five an hour, that's 
what the admen will be expecting to pay you from now on. I have big plans 
for you, but you have to come along slowly." 

"What kind of plans?" Melanie asked. 

"TV ads," he told her, making the brunette's heart leap. "For that kind of 
exposure you don't get paid by the hour, you get paid by the ad. I'm already 
working on a ten-thousand dollar deal for you, but you stay calm and let me 
handle the whole thing. I'm not in the mood for a snippy young kid coming 
along and telling me how to run a business I've spent years building up." 

"All right, all right, I'm sorry," Melanie said, now more determined than 
ever to withhold her body from him. Though he had never come right out and 
admitted he wanted her, she was able to tell from the look in his eye just 
how hungry he was for her cunt. 

The following day, Marty told her it was all set. But instead of going to a 
TV studio to do the shooting, they were going to upstate New York where they 
had a lot of eerie old mansions. It was supposed to be an ad that brought 
male ghosts to life with desire for her when she used a new soap called 
Spirit. 

At ten in the morning, she and the cameramen, in addition to the three male 
actors who were playing the ghosts, and the director all met in front of the 
Brooklyn TV studio, and from there, in two rented cars and a truck, they 
went up into the Catskill Mountains. 

Melanie chatted with the male actors who, it turned out, were male models 
rather than actors, although one of them did occasionally work in a soap 
opera. The director was a veteran to TV commercials, though he also did some 
Porn work, and it was obvious from the moment he looked at Melanie that he 
had seen the nude photos Ivor Goodson had taken of her. 

Dick Buller was a heavy man with a balding head. He wore glasses, and he had 
more stories than anyone else Melanie had ever met. He dominated the 
conversation in the car on the way up, telling more tales than anyone was 
willing to believe. He had a broad nose and thick lips, and he spoke with a 
sibilance Melanie disliked, and yet she knew she had to be "nice" to him 
since he was the director. He was about five-feet-ten-inches in height, 
though it was difficult to determine when they were sitting in the car. 

They had sandwiches in the car so they didn't have to stop to eat, and 
arrived at the mansion at about three-thirty. 

"The cameramen and I will be spending the day setting up shots," Dick told 
Melanie and the three men. "You go ahead and watch TV or find some other way 
to amuse yourselves until everything is set. Chances are we won't start 
shooting until tomorrow." 

For the rest of the day, Melanie wandered through the mansion, poking into 
all the different rooms, noting almost all of them were out of use for the 
longest time. In fact, the mansion had been closed until the advertising 
crew had come up there. 

That evening, they sent out for supper at a nearby restaurant, and then 
relaxed until about nine-thirty in front of a dead fireplace in the main 
hall where most of the shots were going to take place. 

"Everybody turn in early," Dick told them, finally. "We'll start shooting 
about eight-o'clock in the morning, right after breakfast. If we work fast, 
we might be able to get out of here by lunch time." 

The electricity in the house wasn't working, but the water was, and Melanie 
took a shower by candlelight. Afterward, she dried herself off, then padded 
nakedly from the private bathroom she was using to the large bed in the room 
that had been assigned to her. 

Ten minutes after she was under the covers, she heard the sound of her door 
opening and closing. 

"Who's there?" she asked. 

"Just your friendly neighborhood director," Buller said, coming into the 
room, carrying a candelabrum with four candles in it. 

Melanie wanted to shout at him to get the hell out of her room, but she knew 
damn well if she did, this would be her last TV modeling job. By now, she 
realized pretty faces, even talented pretty faces, were not a scarce 
commodity in the modeling field. Dick Buller might not have been her ideal 
lover. In fact, he was far from it, not even as attractive as Ivor Goodson, 
who at least had a handsome face and, if not a lean body, at least not a fat 
body. 

Dick put the candelabrum down on the night table to her left and let the 
candlelight shine directly into her beautifully sculptured face. She began 
stirring, the intensity of the little candle flames cutting relentlessly 
through the shadows of the night. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"What are you doing here?" she asked, as if talking to no one in particular. 
"What time is it?" 

"It's late," was Buller's reply. "All little girls, good, bad, or otherwise, 
are in bed where they belong." 

"Kill those candles," she mumbled. 

"The hell with that, honey," he said, sitting on the bed beside her. "You 
and I are gonna play a little, and I like to look at what I'm playing with. 
Ivor showed me those nudie photos of you, and that was why I re-quested you. 
You have the kind of body that was made to fit around my cock." 

"Did you ever think of asking me, first?" Melanie inquired, annoyed that he 
was simply taking it for granted she was going to give him her body whether 
she liked it or not. 

"Hey, come on, girlie, stop acting hard to get," he insisted. "Ivor told me 
you know the rules of the game. I had four other models I might've brought 
up here instead of you, but I brought you. I figured you'd understand 
immediately." 

Melanie knew he was going to take her, but she had no intention of making it 
easy for him. By simply rolling over, opening her legs and offering herself 
to him, not only would she be a tramp in her own eyes, but she knew it would 
make the man think so little of her, that after this one job he would 
probably not bother with her again. She had to let him know she had respect 
for herself, even if she was going to let him fuck her. 

"Look," she finally said to him, "can't this wait until morning? Hell! I 
want to look my best for the camera shots." 

"Russell is the kind of camera man who can make the Wicked Witch of the West 
look good," Dick told her. "I'm not worried about how you'll look tomorrow, 
sweetie. If need be, you can have an extra hour in bed in the morning, but 
right now you're going to let me cop that sweet little cunt of yours." 

It was his choice of words that really began to frighten Melanie. Not that 
he smelled bad, because he had obviously taken a shower before coming in, 
too. Still, his being there gave her a funny sensation while at the same 
time seeming repulsive and vulgar. 

"Look, Mr. Buller... " 

"Dick, honey, as in the dick between my thighs." 

"Well Dick, I'd appreciate a little respect... " Her voice was suddenly cut 
off as he threw himself on top of her, pinning her helpless young form to 
the bed, intent on raping her, if necessary. She shook with surprise and 
disgust, not liking the idea of any man simply violating her because he 
chose to do it. Even Ivor Goodson had been something of a gentleman about 
it, handling her with care up to a point. But this man was manhandling her 
right from the start, letting her know he had no respect whatsoever for her. 
She was just a cunt for him to fuck, and that was it. 

Still, his pouncing on her this way told her she aroused him, and this 
thought alone excited her somewhat. She was still more than a little 
confused, and certainly she was extremely embarrassed since she was totally 
naked under the covers. She actually considered fighting had resisting him, 
but she was also afraid of the possible results. He might hit her and ruin 
her so that she wouldn't look good before the cameras no matter what. He 
slid his heavy torso under the covers and tugged her delightfully naked body 
closer to him, making her more aware than ever she was being used and not 
loved. 

Dick loved it when these fresh little cunts tried resisting him. The ones 
who resisted were the ones he used more than once, getting a big kick out of 
the way they struggled and fought with him. With a pussy like this he felt 
so overpowering and domineering, and what was more she wasn't some drab 
bitch he might have had to settle for were he in some other line of work. 
She was prime cunt, the primmest. 

His heart pounded, muscles inwardly jerking excitedly, and his long, thick 
penis began growing, getting thicker and harder than it had gotten in a long 
time. He was going to fuck this one's snooty little cunt, all right, and he 
was going to keep those candles burning bright, letting him see himself 
burying his throbbing cock between those hot little pussylips of hers. Yeah! 
He loved watching himself fuck bitches like this one, and he was only sorry 
the room's one mirror was not tilted to let him see himself pumping into 
her. 

He lay flatly on top of her, then lifted himself as if he were doing 
push-ups, pinning her smoothly rounded shoulders to the mattress of the old 
bed. Now, for the first time, he threw the covers back and feasted his eyes 
on the actual nakedness of this beautiful woman. Looking at pictures of her 
had aroused him, but seeing her nakedness in the flesh aroused him even 
more, especially since she was under his hot cock. 

Her round, full, small breasts were white, and he had to admit her mammaries 
were delightfully shaped. She was breathing very deeply so that the 
pinkish-brown, crown-like nipples fell and rose to brush against the greying 
brillo-like hairs on his own chest. For that brief instant he didn't want to 
look at her face. He knew her eyes were cold with anger, and he wasn't in 
the mood to see anything like that. Instead, he glanced down at the soft 
heart-shaped fuzz that was her pubic triangle. Melanie had learned how to 
trim her own vaginal hairs and keep that heart-shape. 

The lovely short-haired brunette was unable to believe what was happening to 
her. She knew some men, like Ivor Goodson, were more than a little 
unreasonable in taking what they wanted, but they at least had the good 
sense to make the woman enjoy it all, too. This man apparently didn't give a 
damn what she felt. He was continuing to attack her. Still, she had to admit 
there was something strangely obscene and almost delightful in being raped. 
She almost liked the brutal way he was treating her. It was as if he was a 
total stranger who had stumbled on her in the middle of the night, and 
knowing he would never see her again, he was taking advantage of the 
situation. It was the most ridiculous thing, but she was almost falling 
under the spell of this terrible man. 

It was starting to feel so good, she was almost ready to respond. In fact, 
it took all her willpower to keep her from responding. If he knew this 
excited her, he would lose what little respect he did have for her, and she 
would be certain this was going to be her last job with Dick Buller. 

Melanie felt his burning eyes searing into her naked body, as if seeing a 
naked woman was an entirely new and different experience for this man, 
though she was certain he had seen many, many naked female bodies in his 
lifetime. He gripped her slender legs and began spreading them sensuously 
apart, and Melanie found herself unable to resist. As she lay there, in that 
totally subservient position, he stared at her nakedly spread vagina with 
hungrily blatant lust. His massively erect cock-and for the first time she 
had a chance to see it now that he had shucked the robe he had been 
wearing-was a scant inch away from her tight little pussy, the tip pointing 
directly at the indentation of her heart shaped pubic hair. He pushed his 
knees further between her own legs, forcing her inner thighs to spread 
themselves even farther apart on the bed. 

The light coming from the candelabrum on the night table now penetrated 
between her delightfully beautiful thighs, shining directly on the pink 
swelling that was her obscenely exposed vagina. He saw the narrowly thin 
slit, and then the pinkly open flesh as stretching her legs wider made her 
cuntlips separate. There were glistening drops of moisture that clung to the 
heart-shaped hairs like dew drops. Now, before lowering himself to fuck into 
her maddeningly alluring body, he looked at her eyes. She had clamped them 
tightly shut. 

Melanie was both angry and excited at the fact that this strange man had 
suddenly walked in on her, intent on dominating her in a sexual 
relationship. He was being forceful in the pursuit of what he wanted, and 
Melanie knew for the good of her career she dared not refuse him what he 
wanted, even if she had to make him struggle a little to get it. Verbal 
arguments would certainly be useless against a man who claimed he was able 
to con anyone, and he had, oddly enough, aroused her in a bizarre and 
tingling sort of way, much as she detested him as an individual. She was no 
longer angry at the man, yet she certainly wouldn't let him know that. 
Neither would she let him see the secret excitement developing in her. It 
was a rude awakening, but what Ivor Goodson had done to her that first time 
had caused hidden sensory parts of her to be aroused at first touch. She was 
unable to restrain the weirdly rising pleasure she was feeling. 

Melanie was suddenly aware of a thrillingly lewd, almost desperate kind of 
energy from him as his seeking hands were suddenly moving all over her 
slenderly naked young feminine torso with a seeking, searching swiftness. At 
the moment she found herself suddenly concerned with his brutality, but her 
breath caught chokingly in her throat as his hungering mouth closed hotly 
over the sensitive tip of one, already slightly quivering breast. He was 
hungrily consuming her, his heavy arms holding her tightly as his warm, wet, 
slurping tongue rolled around and around the pinkish brown flesh of her 
hardened nipple, and his teeth nipped at the spiked-out tip sending 
thrilling spasms of lewd passion rippling heatedly through her shudderingly 
tensed body. The obscenely rippling pleasure was not a new thing to her. If 
it were she might have been more easily able to resist it. 

"Please... uhhhhhhhhhh... Mr. Buller... aaaannnnhhhh... please... don't do 
this," she groaned, putting up fake resistance, knowing deep down it was 
just what the man wanted because he was the kind of individual who took 
pride in conquering rather than simply screwing someone willingly accepting 
him. Her resistance was going to drive him crazy, and the aroused commercial 
director was only now first beginning to sample what he ached for so long to 
have from her. The delicious tenderness of her sweetly defenseless flesh in 
his hungry mouth was like enjoying an initial taste of finally fulfilled 
desire. 

It had been more than two weeks since he had been to Goodson's place, seeing 
the photos of this naked woman. He had waited too long to be denied by her, 
and now, with her warmly curvaceous young body held tightly in his clutching 
grasp to fuck and screw and do with as he pleased, he was not going to be 
stopped for anything, even if it meant whipping her ass a little. He was 
going to take all of her, hard and fast, ramming his lust-bloated and 
swollen penis far into the seething depths of her heatedly writhing little 
belly until she begged and pleaded to feel his heated sperm bursting out and 
filling her hungrily aroused womanly tunnel. 

"No... not like this... " she gasped, as if letting him know she didn't 
object to what he was doing so much as how he was doing it. 

She gasped again as his hungrily sucking mouth pulled solidly on the spiky 
nipple of her right breast, gnawing on the bullet-shaped protuberance, 
leaving a series of tiny, bloodless marks as a symbol of his hungrily 
demanding lust. Melanie was now pinned helplessly beneath the weight of Dick 
Buller's panting body, making any kind of movement difficult. She struggled, 
wanting to feel even more excitement, because with the fear she was feeling 
there was definite excitement, but she found it impossible to wriggle out 
from beneath the pantingly heavy man. 

The brunette felt her knees forced wide by his own knees, her nakedly spread 
vagina wide open and completely vulnerable to his assault, and she felt the 
incredible throbbing hardness of his solidly pulsating penis against her 
inner thigh. It felt like a white-hot rod of steel, a menacing pole of 
seething flesh about to impale her on its entire heated length. She was 
almost afraid to open her eyes, terrified to look at this gross, 
overwhelming man whom she realized was so desperately intent on the 
ravishment of her unwilling body. 

Dick Buller was enjoying himself immensely. It had been a long time since he 
had had so much resistance from a woman. Usually they just lay there and 
took what he had to offer, and once he had emptied himself into her, he 
would roll over and go to sleep, not feeling any particular kind of thrill. 
But this short-haired brunette was everything he wanted in a cunt, and he 
was enjoying himself to the utmost. As far as he was concerned, her cries 
were the real thing, and so he enjoyed fucking her that much more. At the 
moment he refused to pay heed to anything other than total and complete 
possession of the lovely model's delectable-looking cunt. He had no 
intention of conceding to her helpless, flailing cries that he stop. Shit! 
On the contrary, he intended fucking some common sense into her. Like all 
men, he was vain enough to think that when it came to fucking, he was the 
best, and he wanted to hear her clamor for more of his throbbing cock. He 
wanted her to like it, to enjoy it, and not to perform it surreptitiously as 
a favor to him for his using her on this job. 

Running his seeking hand between her soft and tender thighs, feeling the 
satin-smoothness of her lovely skin, Buller felt the silkiness of her 
heart-shaped pubic hair, and he probed with his finger, working it into the 
soft, wet folds of her warmly pulsating vagina, preparing the tightly 
clamped little receptacle for the approaching hardness of his throbbingly 
rigid and hot cock. 

The flaming flesh was moist and he parted the simmering narrow slit and the 
softly extended curling vaginal hairs of her heart-shaped pubic ring as he 
probed with an extended middle finger, sliding it smoothly between the 
fleshy doors and into the woman's softly sensitive inner depths. He was 
really going to enjoy this one. 

Melanie made the effort to clamp her long, shapely thighs tightly together, 
and though her mind told her to continue resisting, her body ached to 
surrender to what the man was doing. Her straining thighs were now locked in 
the wide-apart position. A state of hopeless confusion began engulfing her 
mind as she felt his thick fingers worming toward her nakedly exposed 
vaginal lips. The fingers probed heatedly, digging feverishly into the thin, 
hair-outlined slit, searching like a bunch of tiny insects running over her 
sensitive vaginal mouth, and when his fingertips brushed across her budding 
clitoris, the bolt of seething electric pleasure that suddenly flashed 
through her shuddering body but weighed any anger she might have had left 
inside her. 

Sucking voraciously on the fullness of her small, rounded pap, the portly 
man lying beside Melanie continued finger-fucking the warm, fleshy, 
delightful softness of her seething vagina. He was already aware of her 
struggling subsiding more than a little as he sought, and finally found the 
moistly quivering vaginal mouth with a second delving finger. Without the 
littlest hesitation, he wormed this second digit into the tightness of her 
narrow, curl-fringed opening, feeling the slickly heated liquid walls snap 
tightly at the both of them, now. 

Not used to having two fingers probe into her sensitive pussy before one had 
widened her tunnel, the beautiful twenty-year-old began crying out, 
"N-o-o-oo-o-o-o... pleeeeaaaaaase... " and this time her protests were real 
and not pretend. This only urged the man on to drive his fingers even deeper 
into the tightness of her quivering, shuddering body as she remained 
helplessly pinned to the mattress. There was something else building inside 
her now-that wonderful thrilling tingle Ivor Goodson had built into a 
roaring pyre that time she had been with him. So even though she cried out 
for him to stop, she was aching for him to continue, because she knew the 
tingle would soon swell, while the pain would eventually disappear. 

The only thing that really displeased the lovely Melanie was the man's total 
dominance of the situation, making her completely aware of her own 
vulnerability. Through it all there was that constant gnawing sensation deep 
in the hungering pit of her squirming belly that told her she was once again 
about to enjoy a series of brand-new pleasures. The man's two long, probing 
fingers continued worming themselves in and out of the sucking depths of her 
crushing vagina, and it felt oddly exciting. For the moment, at least, she 
forgot that all this had been forced on her. Hell! She would have been 
willing to do anything he wanted, if he had asked in the proper way. But he 
wasn't asking, he was taking. 

It was as if the man's use of force also cleared her conscience thereby 
allowing her to once again taste of this delightfully forbidden fruit. She 
had attempted an obligatory resistance, and the heavy man had thwarted her. 
Now, in her own mind anyway, she was absolved once again of any guilt, just 
as she had been absolved when Ivor Goodson had forced her. 

Dick Buller felt more and more daring with the beautiful young model. As far 
as he was concerned, every bit of her struggle had been factual, and he was 
a conqueror. God! It felt so good to dominate. 

Taking his hungry mouth from her swollen little breast, he began sliding his 
way down her lushly ripened body, his hungering mouth wetly kissing and 
licking at her warm, trembling flesh on the way down. He paused at the tiny 
indentation of her cuplike navel, running his tongue teasingly around and 
then dipping it inside before continuing down the satin smoothness of her 
belly. 

Oh my! Melanie was totally unprepared for this. Though she had seen the 
movie of Sheree Edwins having her vagina licked, Goodson had not done it to 
her, and she was anxious to discover just how it felt. From the reactions of 
Sheree, it was something new and delightful, and she wanted to experience 
it. 

Her limp protest was now replaced by a soft, submissive gurgle, rising from 
the tight depths of her dry throat, an obvious lewd response to his oral 
touch. The man slid down over her until his clean-shaven face was pressed 
solidly between the smooth white pillars of her long thighs. Afraid he might 
disturb her erotic reverie, he slowly tugged his finger from the depths of 
her wetly clasping vagina, then he trailed his tongue even lower, letting it 
touch the top of her vagina. 

As far as Dick Buller was concerned, he wanted to be the director when Ivor 
Goodson was the camera man and they made the porno movie with Melanie. It 
would be one helluva thing to watch the way she reacted when some other man 
probed between her thighs with his tongue. Because he had his own face 
pressed against the lovely brunette's cunt, there was no way he would be 
able to see what was going to happen. 

"Unnnnngggghhhhh!" Melanie gasped, feeling thrilled beyond measure at what 
the man was starting to do to her. It felt good, exceedingly good, and she 
knew he was going to wash his tongue across her vaginal lips and lave them 
repeatedly, making her feel thrilled. She was already imagining how it would 
feel. 

Imagine, the tongue, wet and warm, licking around and around, then delving 
into the tender opening between her thighs. Yes, yes, it would be thrilling 
to feel him shove his tongue all the way into her seething vaginal 
passageway. In addition, feeling his mouth nibbling at her clitoris, which 
felt like electricity was shooting through it when a finger palpated it made 
her flesh crawl with goose pimples, and for that brief instant, in spite of 
never actually having her pussy lapped, she was more than willing to let the 
director do it. 

His face was drawing closer and closer. She felt the burning warmth of his 
breath caressing the wet pink flesh of her seething vagina, his mouth mere 
inches from the elastically tight and clenching little opening. 

Her splayed-out position gave him total and complete access to the area of 
her wide-open pussy, and when he jammed a pillow under her buttocks, lifting 
her body higher, her anus was also available to his tongue. He was so close 
to the little pink opening now, pausing to stare at the soft, tenderly 
sensual curving mound of her womanly desire. He was able to see the rich, 
moist pinkness of her fleshy lips, covered as they were by a sparse silken 
shield of heart-shaped rimming vaginal hairs, while the lips continued to 
throb expectantly as though impatiently waiting what was shortly to happen. 
The narrow dividing slit was shining and glistening before his eyes and he 
was able to see the hardened bud of her clitoris throbbing excitedly from 
the previous way he had teased her with his finger. Reaching out with his 
hand, the man extended two of his fingers and then spread the lips of her 
seething cunt wide apart to expose the tight elastic opening of her vaginal 
mouth to his gaze. 

Melanie felt the heatedly lustful secretions from her burning cunnus flowing 
ever more swiftly, but when he prodded her rectum with a finger, as if to 
let her know he intended lapping her there as well as in her cunt, and then 
perhaps intended to kiss her again afterward, she was shockingly jolted back 
to reality. She felt more than a little disgusted at the idea of letting him 
kiss her after he had licked her asshole too, and so she reacted 
automatically, trying somehow to get away from this man before he did put 
his mouth on her rectal opening and then tried soul-kissing her. Maybe if 
she put up a bit of a struggle, he would settle for her cunt without having 
to lick her asshole, as well. Yes, that was it, struggle some more, make him 
think he had to bring her along a little at a time. 

"Aaaahhhhuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, struggling and writhing, 
doing her best to convince him she was not pleased with what he had in mind. 
She jerked her hips away from his face finally, and in the struggle somehow 
managed to twist over onto her belly. Damn! That was the one thing she had 
not wanted to do. Now her anus was exposed all the more to his lascivious 
eyes. Damn! She had to make him understand she didn't want him licking her 
rectal opening, and then kissing her again, afterward. As it was, she was 
certain he thought no more of her than he did of some tramp he might pick up 
in the streets. 

"Fuck it!" Dick yelled, and Melanie knew she had distracted him from licking 
her rectum. But his desire was, for the moment, replaced by an overwhelming 
anger. He felt the bitch was rejecting him, and Dick Buller did not take 
kindly to rejection. 

Looking around the candle-lit room, he saw her purse dangling at the foot of 
the bed, its long strap around the footboard. Pressing a hand into her so as 
to keep her on her back, he grabbed the purse and pulled the shoulder strap 
from the bag. Throwing the bag on the floor, he gasped, "When Dick Buller 
wants to do something, you little twat, you're going to learn to let him do 
it. Let this be a lesson to you." 

He began lashing her white buttocks with the thin shoulder strap, hitting 
her rear cheeks again and again and again, making welts appear, and then 
crisscrossing the welts. 

"No-o-o-o-o-!" she shrieked. "Don't... don't... don't do that... " 

"You fucking bitch!" he snapped. "Your body is gonna be covered when we 
photograph you with the bar of soap tomorrow, and then when you're in the 
tub, you'll be covered by the water. Even when you walk into the main hall 
and the 'ghosts' appear, you'll be wearing a towel, TV doesn't know how to 
appreciate the undressed female, yet. Lucky for you!" he grunted, bringing 
the strap down on her buttocks again and again. 

His cock was pounding heavily as if it were about to burst from the pressure 
inside it. Son of a bitch! He had held off fucking her, wanting to lick her 
cunt instead for awhile, getting the channel moist and juicy so that his 
cock would slide in easily, and this was the way she repaid him? Oh was he 
ever going to fix her little red wagon. Now she was going to fuck and fuck 
with a dry hole as far as he was concerned, not realizing the whipping, for 
all the pain it was causing, was also causing the juices in her to bubble 
higher and higher. Shit! Not only was he going to solidly fuck the ass off 
this bitch, but he was going to debase her in the process, and if she wanted 
to work for him again, it would be with the understanding that she was his 
to do with as he pleased, when he pleased. 

Terrified for a brief moment by the director's sudden anger, the lovely 
raven-haired model put up no resistance at all when the man jerked her from 
her stomach to a kneeling position on the bed. She was still shuddering, 
shaken by the pain which seemed to add to the throbbing heat continuing to 
build in her vagina. 

Damn! She hadn't wanted him to whip her, and she had wanted him to lick her 
vagina. Now she was wondering just what it was the man intended doing to 
her. Her face was a bright-red with embarrassment as she realized her 
smoothly rounded buttocks were waving around in the open air and completely 
exposed to him, should he decide he still wanted to hit them. Lord! The pain 
in them was becoming more intense with every passing second now that he had 
stopped hitting her. 

It first occurred to her that he intended mounting her like a dog. This was 
something else she hadn't bargained for. It was humiliating and degrading to 
be subjected to something like that. All she'd done was resist when she 
realized he was going to lick her anal opening. Was it such a terrible thing 
not to want to kiss a man who had lapped her asshole? True, she always kept 
herself clean down there, but still, it was the idea of his kissing her 
asshole and then her mouth. Uuuuunnnngggghhhh! 

However it was impossible to ignore the man's anger, nor was she able to 
ignore the heat still burning inside her shamelessly anxious and waiting 
belly. Everything had swelled so out-of-proportion in her naive mind. It was 
all so utterly confusing. This was an actual rape, even if she was willing 
to let it take place, and all she was able to do was moan softly through 
partly open lips, her face now pressed firmly into the mattress. 

"Honey, when Dick Buller says he's gonna get laid, he gets laid," the man 
told her, panting heavily. "Now you get this through your thick little 
skull. You give me any more trouble, and I'll see to it this is the last bit 
of modeling you ever do. Got me?" 

On his knees, he moved behind her on the bed and slid between her nakedly 
parted inner thighs, forcing her to spread her knees farther apart than 
before. Now the man had total access to her loins, unaware she was as 
lusting and filled with passion as himself. 

It wasn't often Buller took a woman this way. He had to admit though, that 
he liked looking at her body from this angle, especially the criss-cross 
welts on her rounded asscheeks. The reddened buttocks looked more enticing 
than ever. Christ! She was lucky she wasn't one of the more experienced 
models. Jesus! If an experienced model had-given him this kind of trouble, 
he would have simply fucked her in the ass and he would have been done with 
it. Hell! If he weren't a married man, he would have dragged her down to the 
main hall in the morning, and there he would have fucked her in front of the 
whole crew, after which he would have let all the others take a turn. 

What the hell! He had the bitch naked, and even if she wasn't in front of 
any of the others, he had her in front of his cock, bent forward like the 
goddamn subservient whore she was in his eyes. He enjoyed the smooth slope 
of her back, angled downward like some sort of ski-jump, a tiny indentation 
running down the center of her alabaster back. Her hair was short and 
prevented her face from being totally hidden from his view, so he was able 
to see she was feeling more than mere humiliation in this position. 

Well goddammit! The bitch deserved it as far as he was concerned. He reached 
out and ran his hand over her smooth back, then smacked her sore buttocks 
and grinned when she winced. He ran his hand under her body and cupped the 
fullness of her breasts, pulling on her nipples and enjoying the way she 
clamped her eyes shut to keep out the hurt. 

He reached around with both hands, caressing her two breasts at once, 
squeezing and massaging them for a long, pleasurable moment. However an 
impatient twitch in his rigid cock told him to get a move on before he 
embarrassed himself by spurting semen all over her bare back before getting 
a chance to get into her. 

Tweaking her nipples at the tips first, he rolled them between his fingers 
before finally releasing her breasts to slide his hands up to her 
voluptuous, smoothly curved buttocks where he dug his fingers into the sore 
cheeks while shoving his thumbs into the crevice between her rounded, welted 
moons, spreading the melon-shaped cheeks wide apart. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh... you're... ohhhhh... hurting meeee... " the terrified 
Melanie cried out, but it was difficult even for herself to tell if the 
groan was actually from fear, or from being sex-starved. For some reason she 
felt a secret thrill at being debased this way, fucked in this animal-like 
position. Lord! It was certainly going to be something different, and in 
Melanie's mind anything different in the world of sex was something worth 
trying... at least once. It did have one advantage though, and that was, 
with her back turned to him, she wouldn't have to see who he was, and as a 
result, she would be able to imagine he was some handsome prince charming 
instead of fat Dick Buller, the gruesome director who, for the moment, was 
obviously in charge of her life. 

Buller saw the tiny brown orifice of her crinkled anus and had to admit he 
enjoyed the way it puckered lewdly in the dim candle light. All this excited 
and aroused him to a fever pitch of totally ungovernable desire. He pressed 
his solidly throbbing cock impatiently between her tenderly soft, inner 
thighs, feeling there was no way for him to wait another minute. 

"All right, baby," he told her. "Take my cock and stuff it into that little 
tight twat of yours." He spit the words out at her, letting the kneeling, 
naked model know he meant business this time. He wasn't going to play with 
her any longer. This was the real thing. 

Melanie wondered if she ought to scream a little at him and get his dander 
up again, telling him she didn't like the idea of being used like some 
goddamn two-dollar whore, but the words stuck in her throat because no 
matter what the price, she was indeed selling her body to gain money, and 
after all, that was what a whore did. 

The mixture of the man's hatred, anger, and aroused passion made the 
trembling model react with a certain immediacy to his wantonly coarse 
demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a trampy way. She 
reached back between her dangling firm breasts, and groping for a moment, 
finally found the throbbing stiffness that was Dick Buller's throbbing cock. 
She had hardly touched Ivor Goodson's penis, but from the little she had 
touched it, she knew the penis she now held was neither quite as long nor as 
thick. In spite of this new position, she knew she would be able to handle 
it with ease. 

Now the heavily throbbing rod of masculine flesh felt as though it were some 
kind of elongated heart that was pumping blood through his entire body. The 
tip was slightly moistened from his constant secretion of seminal 
lubrication. Melanie tried hard to blank out her mind as to the degrading 
position she was in, but the feeling of his virilely heated cock made her 
anguished belly jerk all over again with an overpowering inner fiery 
fascination. Now that she wasn't looking at it, it felt bigger than it had 
originally looked, perhaps because of the position she was in. The hard, 
fleshy column felt more solid than it had looked, and the blunted tip felt 
more like a rubbery fist than anything else. She was hesitant to put it 
against her widespread vaginal slit, but then she became aware of his hands 
squeezing anxiously at her rounded buttocks, and she was reminded precisely 
how naked and vulnerable she was to his impatient lust. 

"Come on, come on," Dick Buller insisted. "Put my cock in right now, damn it 
to hell! Right now!" he insisted, commandingly, the last vestiges of his 
reserve starting to wear thin. It was taking every last ounce of his 
willpower to keep him from spurting his sperm all over the roundly straining 
cheeks of her buttocks. Christ! She looked so damn sexy in the candlelight. 
God! Her fingers finally wrapped themselves hesitantly around his thickly 
pulsating shaft as he arched his hips back to help her guide the throbbing 
organ between her wetly waiting vaginal labia. 

"Stop stalling and move it," Buller insisted, squeezing the softness of her 
resilient buttocks until his fingers left small circles gouged into her 
nakedly white flesh, reminding him of her humiliating-yet sexually receptive 
position-a position into which he had forced her. 

Melanie wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration enhanced 
all the more because deep down inside she had the urge to strike out at the 
director, yet at the same time she realized her body was clamoring to have 
his long, stiff cock fucking far up inside her belly. It was a new, odd 
sensation to her. 

She wriggled her buttocks a little, shifting her position somewhat, then 
taking a deep breath, she placed the lust-swollen, stiff length of solid 
penis against the soft folds of her suckingly wet vagina, and then she began 
working the rubbery point up and down, up and down like a lever in order to 
separate the soft, curl-fringed labia that protected her tenderly 
vulnerable, upraised vaginal vent. When she had the thick head lodged 
against the tight little opening, she took another deep breath, fearing he 
would split her into two equal parts when he finally fucked his cock forward 
into her tight cunt. Hoping to keep him from hurting her too much, she 
clamped her fingers tightly around the long, thick, distended hardness, 
gripping it tightly. 

Unconcerned with what she wanted and how she felt, the director abruptly 
flicked his hips forward slightly, forcing just the rounded tip of his 
rigidly excited cock to pop very suddenly into the pink entry way that was 
her vagina. 

"Haaaauuuunnnggghhh!" the lovely Melanie grunted as the weighty and 
lust-hardened shaft of seething flesh slipped into her tightly clinging, 
defenseless little vagina like the rubber tip on the end of a walking stick. 

She continued to grip the heatedly fleshy pole very tightly in her hand, 
hoping to restrain him any further, wanting to keep him from delving deeper 
into her. In this position her passageway was narrower than when she had 
been lying on her back, and the discomfort she was feeling was almost as 
strong as the time she had initially been penetrated. She hadn't expected 
his entry to be so abrupt. She tensed her vaginal walls together in 
automatic response to hold him back, but it only teased him that much more. 

The tiny, narrow, inward sucking sensations created by her wet, clinging 
vaginal flesh as it molded itself around the heavily throbbing tip of his 
palpitating cock made Dick Buller even more anxious to have the full length 
probing that much further into the leeching tunnel inside her sucking cunt. 
He held back only a second, then shoved his hips forward solidly, flowing 
that much deeper into the warmth of her heatedly clinging vagina. The thick, 
helmet-shaped, elastic tip began to widely spread the smooth walls of her 
seething cunt before it like a mole tunneling into the earth. 

"Aaaannnnggggghhhhhh... no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... uuuunnnngggghhhh... 
d-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-nnnn't... ggggghhhhhaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she moaned as he 
ground his long, thick, licentiously impaling, driving stiffness deeper and 
harder, shoving it that much further into her widespread pussy. 

Melanie shut her eyes, pretending her ravisher was a handsome, masculine 
Viking of old, picturing him raping her like she was some maid in a town 
that was being pillaged, and she mewled and whined softly before him, her 
own inner desire mounting that much more rapidly, burning within her body 
like a bed of white-hot, glowing charcoal. 

Still on his knees behind the lovely brunette, Dick Buller didn't know what 
was possessing him, but he did know the pressure in his lust-inflated 
testicles had become overpowering and excruciating. He had to have the full 
length of his wildly throbbing, pounding cock buried all the way inside her, 
and right away. He tried hard to restrain himself in order to ease it in 
slowly, not caring so much about her internal adjustments as for his own 
enjoyment, but such restraint took one hell of a lot more willpower than the 
man had. His excitedly hardened penis was wildly throbbing, jerking insanely 
from the tight feel of her clinging, warm vaginal membranes surrounding his 
pulsing pole, and he felt he would come before his cock had touched bottom. 

In the reverie of her mind, where she was being fucked by a brutal, 
ravishing viking, Melanie was so thrilled by what was happening, her fingers 
released their hold on the massive penis, and he was at last free to fuck 
totally unimpeded into the depths of her warmly waiting vaginal receptacle. 
Like an enraged bull, he slammed his hips forward, grinding his heavily 
tunneling penis its full length into her acquiescing vaginal corridor, 
driving it in with cunt splitting force, sinking deeper and deeper, not 
stopping until his sperm-bloated testicles smacked loudly against her 
pouting vaginal lips, rubbing her clitoris. 

"Ggggghhhhaaaa... nnnngggghhhh! Ohhhhhh Godddddddd! Haaaannnnhhh!" she 
gasped, crying out in confused surprise as the force of his driving lunge 
nearly lifted her clear off the bed, the dull thud of his hairy groin 
slamming flatly against her rounded buttocks. The sound of it carried 
throughout the large old room, echoing in her ears again and again, in spite 
of her own series of low, guttural, gasping shrieks. The impact was so 
overpowering, Melanie felt as though her beautiful face was going to be 
driven right through the mattress. His elastic cock-head was continually 
pressing solidly against the cushiony rear of her vaginal tunnel, bypassing 
her cervix, sliding above it, burying its full length inside her like some 
angrily menacing weapon attempting to destroy her from within. 

He was still for a moment now that he was inside her, as if he might be 
considering a reprieve after all, but a moment later she realized there 
would be no reprieve when he abruptly flexed his lengthily impaling hose of 
solid muscle and flesh, causing it to lurch even deeper into her sucking 
depths, moving around and around in her helplessly squirming belly. 

Jesus H. Christ! he thought. She was one wild fuck! She would look great on 
the wide screen, as well as on TV sets when they also made those copies of 
home VCR cassettes. Yes, she had to star in some of the porno movies he made 
on the side with Ivor Goodson. Just watching her was enough to make any man 
come off in his pants. Hell! She would make Lovelace and Chambers look like 
nothing. This was one chick who would really rack up a fortune for him. No 
longer able to restrain himself, not wanting to wait for her interior to 
adjust to his length and breadth. He was too anxious, and he began 
immediately fucking rhythmically in and out of her sucking pussy as it 
tightly clasped the full length of his throbbing cock. The long, hard 
strokes continued pounding deep inside her seething womb, sometimes striking 
the tip of her cervix on the way in before sliding past it, and she 
automatically moaned rhythmically in reply. 

Buller stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, and he felt slightly 
mollified for the hard time she had initially given him. Even her reddened, 
welted asscheeks looked arousing and delightful to him. He watched the way 
her buttocks jiggled each time he thrust himself into her with a driving 
rhythm. He loved the sight of her back smoothly sloping down to her loosely 
scattered hair, short as it was. Her delightfully lush nakedness was far 
more sensual than even he had originally imagined when first seeing the 
naked photos of her. Christ! She was so tight it was like fucking a virgin, 
and he was enjoying himself as he hadn't for a long, long time. She wasn't 
one of those wisecracking know-it-all bitches who automatically spread their 
legs because they knew the score. She had to learn, and he was the one doing 
the teaching. 

The sight of her this way made the rapidly gathering sperm in his testicles 
stir like molten, bubbling iron, begging him to hurry and give himself up to 
this ultimate pleasure. 

Never having been fucked from this angle before, and in fact having only 
been fucked once before in her entire life, the beautiful Melanie was at 
first surprised by the lancing depth of Buller's penetration, considering 
his cock was neither as long nor as thick as that of Ivor Goodson. For a 
brief instant she was afraid the man might have torn her up inside. 

She was stunned for a moment, and it took awhile for her to realize her cunt 
had not been lacerated. When she did realize it, the heated, forbidden 
passion she was feeling deep down inside increased that much more, and she 
realized it was the cock, not the man that was thrilling her. Men didn't 
matter. Cock did. 

Melanie was well aware the man was using her, a receptacle for his lusting 
madness, and he had no care or desire to please her, nor would he fuck her 
in any way other than the way it pleased him to fuck her at the moment, no 
matter what she wanted. To him, she was a cunt and nothing else, a twat to 
be fucked. She represented nothing to him other than a common trollop, and 
yet knowing this made her that much more passionately aroused. Yes, she was 
aroused because all this was new and different. Even if he wasn't quite as 
good as Ivor Goodson, the fact that he was a different man made it all that 
much more interesting. With her back to him, she was able to imagine he 
looked like a Greek god. 

Melanie pressed her desire-contorted face into the pillow on the bed, hoping 
the cock inside her wouldn't come too quickly. She wanted to get enjoyment 
out of all this in spite of the way the man didn't give a damn, perhaps 
because the man didn't give a damn. Since there was no way out of all this, 
she wanted to be fucked until she was no longer able to walk. Oh God! How 
she ached for him to continue fucking her in this strangely subservient 
position. 

Dick Buller, totally unaware of the mounting passion continuing to build in 
the beautiful woman he was fucking, rammed his long, stiff cock unendingly 
into the tightness of her throbbing, quivering cunt as his overpowering lust 
now took complete control and totally dominated his common sense and reason. 
One thing was certain, and that was, with this chick he wouldn't have to 
settle for the kind of halfway fuck he got from some of the other models. 
This was one cunt he was going to make beg and plead to feel his heatedly 
gushing sperm. She would plead to feel his hot semen gushing into her belly 
until she exploded from the sheer want of it. 

He gripped her hips tightly in each of his hands as he continued fucking his 
jerking thickness deep inside her heatedly liquid pussy. Her pink, 
flesh-rimmed vaginal mouth was elastically tight around his blood-bloated 
penis, and when he shoved his hard cock that much deeper inside her 
trembling belly, the flesh rolled smoothly inside with his pounding fury. 

His sperm-bloated testicles continued swinging forward and up between her 
widespread thighs, making continually loud, obscene smacks against the wet 
folds of her delightfully splayed-out pussy. His wiry, wrinkled scrotum 
continually massaged her clitoris on each forward stroke between her 
widespread thighs, continually making out, obscene smacking sounds against 
the rich pink lips of her tantalizing cunt. Then, when he retreated, pulling 
his pulsating stiffness out of the now-hungrily sucking and clasping pussy 
until only the head remained lodged inside the snug opening, he remained 
that way for a long, long moment before once again driving forcefully into 
the slickly clinging walls of her sodden pussy again. He continued smacking 
into her softly warm, rounded buttocks so hard, her voluptuously small, 
rounded breasts jiggled and wiggled, quivering excitingly as they depended 
from her chest, shuddering because of the heavy, pussy slamming impact. 

"Aaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!" the beautiful brunette gasped, moaning in spite of 
her desire to keep quiet and not let the man know how he was affecting her, 
and that she was, in effect, enjoying the way he was raping her. 

The continual, steady hammering of his throbbing penis made it feel it was 
going to move right on past her cringing belly and into the depths of her 
gagging throat. She was unable to ignore the wildly ecstatic sensations that 
came so thrillingly with it. Her whitely dancing, small round breasts 
continued moving forward and back, causing her stiffened, extended, 
pinkish-brown nipples to continually graze tantalizingly across the smooth 
surface of the bed sheet beneath her. This seemed to multiply the erotically 
pulsating pleasure that somehow refused to leave her aching belly. 

To increase her desire and excitement, she continually told herself over and 
over again that she was being helplessly raped by this man's crude fucking 
of her in this terribly debasing position, and her lewdly obscene 
pretensions of being fucked by a totally strange, handsome rapist continued 
fueling the fires in her seething interior. 

Her clitoris was like a hungrily vellicating demon that wanted so much to be 
fed by his continually swinging testicles each time he lunged and plunged 
into her, and the thrilling shocks she received from having the nubbin 
rubbed by the wrinkled scrotal sac rippled like wildfire through her body, 
charging through the walls of her sucking, clasping cunnus, searing her 
inner flesh again and again. She suddenly felt she was one with the massive 
cock continually driving into her tunnel, moving demandingly through her 
continually trembling body. The massive penis was like a rampaging monster, 
and it would only be satisfied by being hungrily devoured by the flames in 
her heated furnace within, settling for nothing less. She felt a combination 
of anguish and wildly exhilarating excitement fused convulsively together. 

Pressing the top of her head into the pillow beneath her, she was able to 
look back between her hanging breasts to see her nakedly vulnerable pussy 
being ceaselessly pistoned into by the full length of the wetly glistening 
penis. He was able to withdraw until only the very tip of the cock remained 
inside her wide-split young pussy, and then he would smoothly fuck right 
back into her again, ramming into her desire-slickened channel. The 
swollenly pink inner lips of her sucking cunnus continued working until she 
had sucked the full length of it all the way inside again. 

His bushy pubic hair was pushing into the narrow crevice between her rounded 
asscheeks with each heavy, ass-flattening lunge, and she felt a thrillingly 
lewd, more urgently tingling sensation surge to the very top of her swirling 
brain. She was being fucked deliciously and crazily by the continuing long, 
hard thrusts of the masculine organ now, and she was feeling the swelling 
joy of it continuing to build higher and higher in her shuddering body. Her 
loins quivered intensely, and her body trembled. 

Feeling the intensifying sucking motion of her narrow cunt build around his 
deeply pistoning penile shaft, Dick Buller realized he was getting through 
to the cunt after all. All the better. Make her come, and the next time 
she's be a bit more willing, though knowing this one, he was certain she 
would always initially give him a hard time. What the hell! It made fucking 
her that much more spicy. 

His sperm was boiling faster, and it wouldn't be much longer before he 
fired. If he intended making her climax too, he would have to work much 
faster. 

He stared at the way her delightfully voluptuous, rounded buttocks began 
rotating back in continual response to his hard-driving, forward surges, and 
to test her, he held his cock back once, and the heatedly undulating cheeks 
of her delightfully rounded ass seemed to jump greedily backward when he 
didn't simply plough forward into her seething pussy, right away. It so 
excited him, the man began fucking in and out again with ever-increasing 
speed. Christ! She had one hot little swinging pair of asscheeks. They had 
come to life with a vengeance, and she was wildly fucking back against him. 

He saw the smooth muscles of her delightfully firm, resilient asscheeks 
continually flexing each time he slid his cock back. It appeared as if the 
lovely lady actually wanted to suck his cock back into the depths of her 
seethingly hungry belly. He anxiously moved his hands over the delightfully 
whitely gleaming globes of her rear cheeks, placing his thumbs between them, 
digging down into the deep-molded crevice that separated them. Then he 
spread the smoothly rounded moons of her ass wide apart, allowing himself to 
see in the candlelight the pucker of her tiny, brownish, crinkled anus as it 
puckered and grasped, moving simultaneously with each stroke of his 
throbbing cock into her tightly squeezing pussy. Without once breaking his 
thrusting rhythm, the man worked his fingers into her narrow, hairless 
gluteal valley. He then placed his extended middle fingertip against the 
tiny rhythmic pucker of her tiny hole. Then slowly, he began to work his 
finger into the tightness of the gripping elastic-like flesh. 

"Uuuuunnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, suddenly realizing he was going to do to 
her what Goodson had done when he had fucked her. For some reason a finger 
in the anus seemed to enhance what she was feeling, and she knew it would 
bring on her orgasm all the more quickly. Still, she grunted as if she were 
totally helpless, making the man believe he was still conquering her, 
thrilled as she was by the continuing erotic sensations that kept on working 
through her cock-impaled body. 

In order not to let him know she wanted the finger, she initially lurched 
away from the obscenely worming, delving digit, but then, oddly aroused, she 
raised her buttocks because she was no longer able to control them, and then 
voluntarily relaxed her sphincter in order to accept the digital intruder 
into her seething rectal tunnel. The tightly resisting anal passageway 
totally yielded and allowed the lewdly working, driving, thrusting probe to 
enter, and for an instant she felt nothing but total searing pain. It was 
completely unnatural, lewd, and indecent, and yet it was so thrillingly 
delightful. She loved the sensation of it worming around and around in her 
body again and again. He continued to accommodate her forbidden desire, 
shoving his finger in up to the first knuckle, her narrow, squeezing anal 
tunnel continuing to grip it tightly. As he continued shoving deeper, her 
narrow rectum slowly became accustomed to the invader. 

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhh... Godddddd... yessssssssss... morrrrrrre... " she 
helplessly grunted and moaned as the continually turning and twisting finger 
kept digging into her until it was buried as far as possible in her asshole. 

She lurched back against the probing finger with obvious sensations of 
delight. At the same moment she continually attempted to open her vaginal 
muscles all the wider to absorb more of his pleasure-giving penis. Her loins 
were now thrilling on fire, inwardly voracious and hungry with heated want 
and need. 

His finger continued plunging down hard into her tightly clenching anal 
tunnel until it was able to bury itself no deeper. Now she was being 
delightfully plundered by two stiff ramrods; the simmering cock in her cunt, 
and the driving finger in her rear. 

Groaning out loud, she felt suddenly like acting just as if she were a 
whore. After all, she was being treated like one. So she raised her buttocks 
invitingly, lifting them higher in order to better enjoy the dual assault on 
her person, taking both his extended middle finger and hard-driving phallus 
as far into the simmering depths of her grinding loins as was humanly 
possible. 

With his driving fingertip, the overweight director was able to feel his 
long, plunging, pistoning prick through the thin wall of flesh that 
separated the two tightly clasping inner tunnels, and he wormed his finger 
around and around in the heated depths of her squirming rectum, each twist 
making the nakedly kneeling girl groan out a low, muffled cry as her face 
pressed into the pillow beneath her. 

She continued wriggling her body in an abandoned way, shoving and grinding 
her seethingly aroused buttocks solidly back against the two impaling shafts 
of agonizing torturous pleasure. Her plundered backside was now a wild 
inferno of simmeringly feverish sexual arousal. She was aware she was 
nearing an experience of delightful magnitude; an experience she had known 
only once before. It was like a roaring acceleration toward some unknown 
point of combustion. Having been there once before, she knew when she 
finally got there, she would feel sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from 
within her quaking self seemed to pour out uncontrollably, and the sounds 
assailing her ears seemed to come from an entirely different source, and not 
herself. 

"Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh... Godddddddd... yessssssss... ohhhhhhhh... 
uuuunnnnhhhh!" she gasped. 

It was more than the urgently fucking man was able to take. Christ! As far 
as he was concerned she was better than all the other go damn cold models he 
had fucked over the eighteen years he had been in this business. Shit! It 
was thrilling and arousing to watch his nearly bursting cock continually 
fuck into the tight young cunt of the female he knew as Melanie Lamarr. Even 
the sight of his finger probing into her rectal orifice was thrilling. He 
had to admit, he had expected that in spite of her sensational body, she 
would end up being a cold fuck like all the others. But she had proven him 
wrong. She was a hundred-no, a thousand times better than he had expected. 
Her naked young body, so sensual, so arousingly wild was making him shudder 
with a delighted lack of control. He had to admit, never, in all the years 
that he had been fucking, had he ever experienced such total responsiveness 
in a female before. She was going to look great in front of the cameras. She 
was moving as if she wanted to be treated this way, like some common 
streetwalker. 

In spite of his efforts to hold back, her squeezing pussy was building an 
insane lust in him for orgasm. His testicles felt as if they were ready to 
burst out of his bloated scrotum as his surging sperm made the maddening 
dash up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking phallus. 

Melanie was also feeling orgasmic sensations building in her. The finger in 
her rectum, pressing down, making her cunt squeeze that much more tightly 
around the man's cock, enhanced the thrills in her, and before she realized, 
a million twinkling stars were blasting through her head as she felt herself 
hitting the top of the rainbow. 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAA... IIIIIAAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAAA... 
IIIIIYYYYAAAAYYYY... AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHG!" she screamed, 
hitting her head into the pillow beneath it again and again as surge after 
lustful surge of delight flared through her trembling body. 

A moment afterward, he was bellowing too, firing heavy blasts of seminal 
fluid into her body, filling her with his sperm as he pumped violently. He 
kept on pumping until he was empty, and then he pulled out and collapsed on 
her bed, fast asleep. Melanie lay down beside him, covered them, and also 
fell asleep. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The TV commercial was shot with professional dispatch, and long before noon, 
the entire crew was on its way back to the city. When they reached mid-town, 
where everyone disembarked, Dick Buller said to her, "I look forward to 
working with you again, Melanie. You'll be hearing from me again, in the 
very near future." 

Melanie went to her apartment where she changed her clothes and relaxed, and 
then she called Marty Charles's office. Marty was out, but the secretary or 
whoever handled the answering service told her Ivor Goodson had called and 
he wanted to see her in his studios the following Monday. 

The weekend was coming up, and Melanie decided that unless Marty Charles 
called her, she was not going to actively seek work from him for the balance 
of the week. After what she had been through with Dick Buller, she needed a 
nice, long rest. 

She had two dates that weekend, one with each of two of the male models who 
had played ghosts in the commercial she had shot at the mansion. It was 
obvious both knew what Dick Buller had done to her, and it was equally 
obvious that each of them, because he was such a pretty boy, thought she 
would be swept off her feet and would be willing to repeat the scene. She 
quickly let them know that since neither of them was able to do her any good 
financially, she had no intention of letting them have her body, no matter 
how attractive they were. This in spite of the fact that her body was 
craving more sexual satisfaction. Hell! Melanie had no intention of allowing 
herself to burn out in a hurry for pleasure. She had a career to think of. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

She was awakened bright and early, six-thirty to be precise, on Monday 
morning. It was Ivor Goodson, on the phone. 

"Come on," he told her. "Hurry up and get that pretty ass down here. I have 
a movie in which I intend starring you, and I intend to shoot all the sex 
scenes in one day. Get down here, now. Don't hand me any crap about your not 
wanting to do it. We have a deal, remember?" 

"Can I at least take a shower?" the sleepy Melanie asked. 

"After you get here," he told her. "There's a small bathroom right off the 
kitchen. It has a stall shower you can use. Hurry up, honey." 

Crawling out of bed, Melanie slid into panties, socks, shoes, a skirt, and a 
blouse. She didn't even bother with a brassiere, knowing in movies like 
these no one wore bras. 

Hurrying downstairs, she hailed a cab and some twenty-odd minutes later she 
was walking up the steps to Goodson's studio. Once inside, she saw the huge 
room had been sectioned off to look like an apartment. If the sections had 
reached to the ceiling it would have been a four-room apartment, but they 
needed room to swing the mike boom. 

Goodson was the only one there at the time, and he showed her the way to the 
small bathroom. She hurriedly undressed, turned on the water, then stepped 
into the shower once the temperature was right. 

Melanie loved showers. Sometimes she lingered for more than a half hour in a 
shower or a bath. She loved lingering and scrubbing a washcloth against her 
clitoris. Now she had all different kinds of things she was able to imagine 
as the water cascaded down on her, remembering the two orgasms she'd had, 
both of which had been stimulating and overpowering. 

What she didn't know was that Ivor Goodson had opened the bathroom door and 
was looking at her through the translucent shower door. Staring at her, the 
photographer felt the bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger. 

For more than five minutes he simply stood there, watching her outline 
through the glass door, seeing the way her fingers stroked her anus and the 
washcloth rubbed against her seething clitoris. This was the kind of woman 
he definitely liked. Ever since that day he had fucked her he had dreamed of 
scoring with her again. Shit! He would have loved to fuck her right now, but 
that would mean at least another half hour in the shower as she would 
continue scrubbing her cunt. Still, he had to admit, he enjoyed seeing the 
way she played with herself in the shower. Just watching her had turned him 
on, and his cock was frantically pushing against his pants. 

Through the rippling glass he saw her bending slightly now, her lovely knees 
spread wide apart as she held onto the door for support and began rubbing 
her aroused cunt all the more quickly with the washcloth. She was on fire 
and ripe. 

Water streamed heavily against her slender body. The lovely woman bent her 
knees a little as she stroked the inflamed lips of her vagina all the more 
easily, her mind aflame with images of herself being fucked. She had still 
to feel a tongue on her cunt, and she was aching for it. One of the male 
models she had dated had suggested she put her mouth on his cock, but the 
very idea turned her off. That sounded disgusting. 

However that was what was going through the mind of Ivor Goodson. He knew 
she was great when it came to fucking, but when one made a triple-x movie, 
one had to show sucking as well as fucking, and it was time to give the 
lovely lady a crash course in same. 

Her obscene masturbation was becoming more and more furious, and Goodson 
decided he was unable to wait any longer. If he allowed her to reach her 
satisfaction, she would start cursing him when he got into the shower with 
her. He had to get in there right now, while she was totally turned on, and 
so he hurriedly began removing his clothing, leaving it all in a heap on the 
bathroom floor. His mammoth cock was freed, and immediately jutted forward, 
straining with eagerness. 

"Hi there," he said in a cheerful voice as he tugged the shower door open 
and stepped into the stall beside her, taking her completely by surprise as 
he shut the door behind him. 

"Huh... what... huh... " was all she was able to say as he stood there 
before her, gripping his cock, jerking it back and forth while she stood 
there, bent half-over with the wash rag trapped between the sucking lips of 
her squeezing pussy. 

Oddly enough, she had been thinking about him while she had been 
masturbating, and now suddenly here he was in the flesh, once again totally 
naked. Still, it was embarrassing to be caught this way, in the act of 
masturbating, and she didn't quite know what to say. 

"I figured I needed a shower too," he told her. "No use wasting water. We 
might as well take one together." 

"Ivor, this isn't funny," she said, indignant at the idea that he was 
already taking her for granted. "I'd appreciate your leaving here 
immediately, if not sooner." 

But even as she spoke her eyes locked on the thickness of his wickedly 
swaying penis. Lord! It was definitely the monster she had remembered, 
longer and thicker than that of Dick Buller. It was swaying slowly from side 
to side, moving almost gently like a cobra hypnotized by an Indian fakir. It 
seemed to be beckoning her to the touch. The thickly engorged and bloated 
head was such a brilliant purple, and the vertical slit at the end dripped a 
bubble of clear lubrication, letting it seep slowly out with each 
perceptible pulsing that rippled through the threatening phallus. 

Melanie knew he was up to something. He wasn't after her simply because he 
liked her that much, or because he wanted to make her daydreams come true. 
But even though she wanted to toss him out, every aroused nerve-fiber in her 
being ached for him to stay and fuck her right there, in the shower. Lord! 
She ached to reach out and touch the demon jutting from between his solid 
thighs. 

She parted her legs as she stood up, and the washcloth fell to the bottom of 
the shower with a loud plop as his hands already began sliding quickly up 
and down the length of her arms and over the smooth, wet soapiness covering 
her small breasts. His fingers began kneading and squeezing the 
pinkish-brown nipples, as if trying to test their hardness, and she gasped 
aloud, unable to move. Christ! The son of a bitch really knew how to get to 
her. His fingers felt so delightfully good. She was dazed by the heated 
arousal he was building in her, and she knew she was going to do whatever he 
wanted. He had that ability to control her, and she guessed he had the same 
ability to control a lot of other women. 

"D-don't... " she whispered softly, hearing her voice above the sound of the 
shower echoing through the bathroom. 

She was afraid of Ivor Goodson, because it wasn't right for any man to have 
such total power over her, but even as her fears continued building, he came 
closer and closer to her until his arms surrounded and embraced her, and the 
throbbing, pulsing tip of his trembling penis now pointed straight up, 
clamped as it was between their bellies. His hungry mouth clamped solidly 
down on her own lips, and his probing tongue opened her lips and poked 
between them, seeking her own lithe tongue in the wet darkness of her mouth. 
This sent another spate of shivers charging through her shuddering body. The 
moment their tongues met, they battled as if each was trying to conquer the 
other. 

Damn it all to hell! Maybe she would have to make this damn movie because 
she had promised she would, but that didn't mean he had the right to 
personally use her any time it made him happy. But damn it, she didn't have 
control over her shuddering body, and her thoughts were unable, to control 
the sudden mewl of thrilled delight that slipped between her clamped lips 
the moment one of his hands ran down her back into the soapy crevice between 
her snow-white, trembling buttocks. She had to admit, it felt even better 
than the washcloth. Yes, she was enjoying the touch of a living, breathing 
man's hand and fingers rubbing ever so gently across the pucker of her anal 
ring. She was feeling all excited again, and realized her body was more and 
more a slave to sex. 

"Ummmmmmmm... hhhhhhmmmmmmmm!" she softly moaned, totally helpless for the 
moment as his other hand moved through the suds and began easing its way 
quickly through the heart shaped curls on her pubic mount. The fingers 
reached down and felt for her clitoris. Finding it, they tweaked them again 
and again. 

Oh Lord! It was good! She'd had no idea how much her body needed sex. She 
had purposely starved herself since Dick Buller, intent on convincing 
herself she was not a slave to sex, but the master of it. Lord! It was all 
so good, so delightful. 

Suddenly the roaring thunder of the pummeling shower stopped, and she 
realized all the soap had been washed off her. The room was breathlessly 
silent for the moment, and she heard their heavy panting echoing in the 
tiled enclosure. It was no use. There was no way to fight off the sensations 
she was feeling. Her inner self fed ravenously on the man's sensuous touch, 
as well as being aroused by the exciting feel of the bristling hairs on his 
legs and the swollenly thick, throbbing madness that continued pulsing 
against her belly. 

Totally under Ivor's control again, aided by the devastating fantasies she 
had continually imagined, she allowed him to move her slowly around as he 
opened the shower's glass door and stepped outside with her. There was a 
small sink in the bathroom, and under the sink was a wooden stool. He pulled 
it out and sat on it, never once taking his lips from her delectable 
nakedness. His mouth sucked her nipples, then moved down the flat of her 
belly to her navel, dipping into it for a moment, causing her entire body to 
vibrate and tremble. Then his mouth slithered down to the glistening wet, 
heart shaped pubic hairs that surrounded her vagina. 

"Mmmmm... no... no... ohhhh yesssssss!" she gasped as his hands tugged at 
her waist. He pulled her downward until she suddenly found he was no longer 
kissing her pubic mount, but rather she was kneeling in front of his seated 
body on the bath mat that was catching all the water dripping from her body. 

His hands ran patterns of erotic sensations over her delightfully quivering 
breasts, making both ripe breasts tremble and quiver even more. Then 
abruptly, without warming, his hand closed around the nape of her slender 
neck, and he roughly tugged her beautiful face down to within an inch of the 
throbbingly engorged head of his thickly pulsating cock. 

"Come on, honey," he continued urging softly, his dark-brown eyes insisting 
she do as he commanded. "This is something else you have to learn. Let's see 
how quickly you can adapt to it. Suck it for me, honey, suck it real good." 

"No!" she gasped. "You stop this," she insisted, but his hand held her 
steady, and she continued staring at the throbbing, purple-topped tan shaft, 
feeling her body's passions roused by the sight of it. For the first time 
she was beginning to wonder if it was possible that she might actually enjoy 
sucking a man's throbbing penis. 

As though she were either drunk or drugged, she slowly allowed the pressure 
of his hands to continue lowering her head while his hands forcefully guided 
her mouth until the fiery purplish tip actually touched her lips. 

Damn it all! She didn't want to do this. She really didn't want to suck his 
cock, but somehow she knew she was going to perform this obscene act. He was 
raping her mouth, damn it! Yes, that was it, he was raping her mouth. She 
certainly would never perform an act like this of her own free will. Damn! 
It had to be rape. She told herself again and again that she was the victim 
of some kind of evil plot, but her mind went totally blank as her lips 
suddenly involuntarily folded around the thick, throbbing head and she 
tasted the pungent slippery heat of his throbbing penis. 

"Ohhhhhhhh... yesssssssss!" the man groaned with a certain ecstatic relief 
as her twining tongue slowly, now voluntarily snaked around the tenderly 
sensitive corona, leading more of her mouth over the rigidly pulsating 
shaft. Jesus! It felt so good, so delightful, and she had done it so easily. 

Christ! What a fantastic find this broad was; what a delicious cocksucking 
find. He moaned again and again above her as she automatically continued 
sucking on the organ. It was almost as if the lovely model was unconscious 
that she, herself was actually performing this fellatio. She was willing to 
swear she was only watching and some other female, some unknown woman, was 
doing it. 

Nevertheless, she felt the smooth, spongy tip continuing to rub lewdly 
against the back of her trembling throat, spreading its seeping fluids 
across her palate and her thick tongue. The entire thing was totally obscene 
and wantonly salacious, yet it had become so exciting, her right hand had 
slipped between her thighs, and she had curved her middle finger, letting it 
slide into her pussy. 

Sucking hungrily at the pulsating phallic lance moving ever deeper into her 
mouth, she was also rubbing her finger ever more vigorously into the 
clenching smoothness of her vaginal channel, building tremendous torrents of 
inner electrical shocks that continually buffeted the moistly sucking walls 
of her sexual cavern. For Melanie, reality was not pumping in and out of her 
tightly purse oral lips, but rather a lusty thrusting deep in the seething 
depths of her steaming cunt. Any other sensation in that bathroom was a 
dream, completely distorted and very hazy, and totally disassociated from 
reality. 

Her head pushed lower and lower, and the penile point pushed into her 
throat, touching hidden nerve-endings in there. As a result she felt a 
totally unexpected orgasm overtake her, and at the same moment she was aware 
of an impending rush coming from the urethra in the underside of the man's 
penis as he fired wad after wad of heavy sperm down her gullet. She gulped 
the fluids down hungrily, thrilling to the taste of it, and at the same time 
a second orgasm was set off in her cunt. Immediately after that, the organ 
in her mouth deflated, and then Ivor was toweling her dry. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Goodson was gone by the time she got to her feet. She noticed he had taken 
her clothing and all the towels. She had no choice but to walk into the 
small kitchen totally naked. There was no one there, and so she walked from 
the kitchen into the studio, itself. 

There was soft music playing, and that was when she realized Goodson, with a 
camera, was photographing her as she walked in. 

"That was an excellent performance in the bathroom, young lady," the voice 
of Dick Buller said. "Too bad you had to do it with Ivor. Otherwise we would 
have had it on film." 

The klieg lights were blinding her and she blinked looking around. That was 
when she realized she was in the bedroom of the mock-up house, and there 
were a number of other men there, all sitting in chairs around the room. 

She felt embarrassed and wanted to hide her nakedness, but there was nothing 
for her to use. If she tried grabbing the bedcovers she knew one of the 
other men would jump on her and stop her. It was all so useless, so futile. 

Turning, she thought of returning to the kitchen and then barricading 
herself in the bathroom, but one of the men had already blocked the way, 
getting up from the chair in which he was seated. Through all this the 
camera was grinding, and she realized this was going to be an impromptu 
performance without scripts. The idea that it would be recorded on film had 
her shuddering. 

"Ivor!" she gasped, looking directly at the camera. But he was caught up in 
what he was doing, and he didn't seem to give a damn what happened to her at 
this point. God! She had expected introductions, at least getting to know 
the names of the man or men who intended using her. This whole business of 
simply having them jump on top of her was ludicrous, at best. 

"Ivor isn't going to help you, honey," Dick Buller said to her. "This kind 
of film means a lot of bread and butter to all of us, including you. So why 
not be a smart girl and let what happens, happen. If you struggle a bit 
it'll look better on film, but really, we don't want to hurt you, merely 
fuck you. Even though I'm directing, I'm going to get in on the action, 
too." 

She stood there frozen to the spot. How many of them were there, six, eight? 
Did all of them expect to get a piece of her? My God! Certainly not all of 
them. Why it was impossible for her to handle so many men in such a short 
period of time. She'd already had two climaxes with Goodson, and though men 
might not realize it, a climax took more than a little something out of a 
woman. 

Suddenly one of the men who had been sitting got to his feet and moved 
closer to her. He was a tall, muscular man, and as he came toward her, the 
sight of him frightened her. 

"Stop acting so self-centered all the time, honey," he said to her. "From 
what we were able to see while you were in the bathroom, you obviously enjoy 
giving a little head. Hell! You even know how to come while sucking. Let's 
not quibble, beautiful lady. Right now it's my turn to enjoy you." 

Other voices began chiming in almost immediately. 

"My turn next." 

"Me after you." 

"Then me!" 

She lost count of the quantity of men standing there, and she suddenly 
realized she didn't even have time to count them because the large, heavy 
set man suddenly grabbed her slender body, lifted her up, and hurled her 
onto the bed. 

Standing over her, he tugged his pants off, and that was when his massively 
rigid phallus swung into view. His hairy testicles dangled loosely in a 
great profusion of wrinkled flesh covered by lots of wiry, dark hair. She 
saw his entire front was matted with hair, running from his belly all the 
way up to his chest. 

The man stood directly over Melanie, looking down at her soft-textured 
flesh, flexing his muscular thighs so that his gigantically massive penile 
rod soared out in a tight, throbbing lance, letting her know it was all for 
her. Through all this the camera continued to steadily grind away. Her white 
porcelain skin lay completely revealed and her small breasts stood high on 
her chest even as she lay there. 

Melanie's eyes swept dazedly across the length of the enormous cock standing 
out above her. Her head was whirling as if she were having some sort of 
nightmare, unable to control herself. She knew without a doubt what was on 
this man's mind, and she leaped to her feet and faced the crude man, 
pleadingly. 

Catching her trimly naked body about the waist, the man yanked her against 
him and then swallowed her mouth with his. Melanie began to fight and 
struggle, though she was almost totally drained because of the two orgasms 
she'd had with Ivor Goodson. Her hands pushed vainly at the large, fleshy 
body that was possessively pressing against hers. 

His huge, rough paws roamed over the full mounds of her small breasts. He 
began squeezing them, crushing them unmercifully, pinching the brownish-pink 
nipples until they began turning blood-red. His hands swept in increasing 
urgency over her smooth shoulders, then ran down her back to the voluptuous 
melon-shapes of her rounded buttocks. Melanie knew now there was no chance 
of any possible escape from these animals. 

She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whispers in the room. 
She felt totally helpless to prevent the oncoming pain and humiliation she 
knew she was definitely going to receive. 

The men were no longer sitting but crowding around the bed on which she had 
once again been thrown onto. Everyone there was able to feel the tension 
building in the depths of their own loins while they waited to get a shot at 
the helpless model. 

Dimly, Melanie realized Goodson had not even kept his word about giving her 
a wig to wear. Her face would be plainly recognizable by anyone who knew 
her, should any of them take it into their heads to see the picture now 
being made. 

With a brutal heave, the man forced the beautiful brunette further back on 
the large bed. She lay on her back, totally vulnerable, her long, limber 
legs spread wide apart, tears running from her eyes. The burly man then 
threw himself onto her, his body pressing hard against the delightfully 
voluptuous curves of her flesh. 

Melanie uttered a series of low, whimpering gasps and tried once again to 
weakly push the man off her. His heavy hands trembled as they continued 
wandering over the supple softness of her delightful thighs, kneading the 
flesh, grasping it in ripples between the heaviness of his demanding 
fingers. 

His hungry mouth proceeded to devour her quivering breasts, biting and 
chewing on them so that deep marks from his teeth were plainly visible on 
her white, flaccid flesh. He sucked strongly on the points that were her 
nipples so that groans of helpless terror tore from her quivering lips. 

He moved up on her, swallowing her tasty, ripe, girlish mouth with his own 
once again. He pulled back her thighs, even though she struggled to keep 
them flat on the bed, hoping to somehow keep them clamped shut. The tender 
pink lips leading to her soft vaginal foramen were now completely visible to 
the man, and he glared hungrily at her cunt, thinking of the delight he was 
about to receive from it. There it was, totally unguarded, and every man in 
the room salivated, seeing droplets of wetness seeping from it. 

The big man's hand went down to his penis and for the first time she 
realized this man had a longer penis than Ivor Goodson. It figured, since 
the men chosen for these movies weren't selected for their acting abilities, 
but rather for the equipment with which Mother Nature had endowed them. 

The throbbing rod was jerking between her thighs, brushing the tender skin 
of her vagina again and again, nosing its way around as if blindly trying to 
find her vaginal slit, and the hidden hole inside the slit. His tubular rod 
with its great, mottled red head was bloated with blood as it began rubbing 
teasingly against her vulnerable opening. 

The helpless Melanie lay there, arms widely stretched, as if praying for 
some kind of help. Her head was now resting on the pillow on the bed, and 
she realized she simply was unable to do anything more. 

The man grinned widely, and with a quick, hip-thrusting plunge, he sank his 
massive cock deep into the narrow crevice, unerringly finding the small hole 
before pushing straight into it. He pushed again, making her jerk like a 
broken puppet. 

The penis, because of its immenseness, felt as if it had entered her with a 
tearing movement as her slender hips suddenly began to jerk frantically at 
the agony of the sudden impalement. A weird, chilling scream came tearing 
out of her throat. 

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyaaaaaaaiiiiiigggghhhhhaaaaaaggggghhhh!" 

The ponderous man began sawing his throbbing cock in and out of her tight 
tunnel while her wriggling, squirming body writhed from side to side. The 
entire time she gasped and cried out in continuous helplessness, and the 
camera was recording everything. 

Melanie did her best to fight the man, trying hard to push him away from 
her, but eventually she gave up and lay with her whole body helplessly 
twitching under the driving pain she was receiving because of the pounding 
her helpless body was undergoing. There seemed to be a blaze of fire between 
her helpless thighs. 

The men who were standing around the bed all had bulges in their trousers. 
Their penises were pushing solidly against their pants, and Melanie knew 
every one of them was going to have his turn at her. 

Under the heavy weight of the man now crudely fucking her, her heaving 
breasts rose sharply in continual suffocated heavings, and her bottom 
slithered from side to side in a continual effort to try and relieve the 
pain she was feeling because of his constantly relentless thrusting and 
withdrawal. Her face was soaking wet, drenched with tears of pain, 
humiliation, and shame, and every so often she yelped out loud. She had 
never had such a huge penis inside her. In point of fact, this was only the 
third penis in her vagina, and it felt as if it belonged to a brontosaurus. 

The great, pulsating organ continued slipping in and out, now moving with 
greater and greater ease. Now when he plunged forward, he embedded the full 
length deep in her cringing belly, as far as it would go, slamming into the 
back wall of her vagina, making her think he intended drilling a hole inside 
her. 

Now his hands once again began to roam over the smoothness of her entire 
body. He clutched it all over in his hungering passion. He caught her 
shoulders, her neck, and then tightly clasped her face. After that he 
crammed his hands under her lovely buttocks and cupped them as well, 
squeezing them, firmly. He slid his hands between her columnar thighs, 
allowing himself to feel his own cock as it continued mailing itself into 
her cunt. 

His wide mouth opened again and covered her tear-stained face with dearingly 
hot, wet kisses. Grunts came from the gasping depths of his throat and his 
tensing and untensing buttocks began moving slowly now, making the pushes 
into her careful and deliberate. He pushed his knees even closer to the 
roundness of her upturned buttocks, as if intent on finally drilling that 
hole in the rear of her vagina. 

With his hands he began pushing her thighs back, pressing them up and over 
her head so that she looked almost completely unreal in her painfully 
contorted position. Her aching body was almost bent double with her toes 
touching the mattress on either side of her head. 

Once again he slowed his pumping action into her roundly upturned buttocks, 
grinding very slowly, small gasps coming from his lips, until suddenly a 
long, aching flood of gasping breath hurtled from the very depths of his 
throat. 

"GGGGHHHHHAAAAAANNNNN... GGGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGG... HHHNNNNN!" he bellowed, 
and though she felt no orgasm of her own, Melanie was aware of a heavy river 
of sperm jetting into her. White fluid swept into the hidden recesses of her 
cunt, deep into the depths of her battered belly. 

The man's gasps were accompanied by other, similar gasps and a series of 
frenzied expressions on the faces of the men in the room as he sank heavily 
onto the slenderly perspiring woman, allowing her long legs to flop back 
down almost lifelessly on either side of him. 

Slowly the first of the ravishers climbed off her body, leaving her 
helplessly sprawled and sobbing, totally immobile on the large bed. Her 
thighs lay spread obscenely apart. She had no strength left to shut them. 

However the indignities to her body were a long way from being finished. The 
next man, another faceless individual, was all ready to take her. Excited 
beyond the point where any of the other men was able to control himself, she 
was fucked several times in succession as she lay there on the bed. 

Then she was turned over, and forced to come up on her knees, the way Dick 
Buller had positioned her. The smooth, supple flesh was now wickedly yanked 
aside to reveal the tight, unyielding elastic orifice that was her rectum. 

"EeeeeeyyyyyaaMxmiiiiiaaaaaa... gggghhhhhuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" Melanie 
shrieked, as she realized something new was about to happen to her. 

A penis was pressing against her rear opening, and though she strained to 
shut her sphincter and keep it out, little by little it was breaching her 
anal opening. She struggled, sweat breaking heavily out all over her body, 
but the penis continued pushing, and suddenly it "popped" just inside her 
sphincter. The corona, trapped inside, now pushed forward, sinking deeper 
and deeper. In it went, her fists pounding into the mattress and her head 
slamming against the pillow beneath. It was unbelievable. The pain felt as 
if someone had poured live coals into her rectum. She wriggled and squirmed, 
but the thick penis just kept moving in and out, in and out, in and out. 
Agony slowly gave way to a perverse kind of ecstasy as thrills now began 
building in her tender rectum. For the first time Melanie was aware she had 
nerve-endings in her rear-end that were similar to those in her throat, and 
when massaged, an orgasm might result. A few moments later, it was 
confirmed, as she had her first orgasm since the rape began. 

"AAAIIIIYYYEEE... AAAGGGHHHAAAAANNNNNGG... 
HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWAAAAGGGGHHHH... AAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHH!" she shrieked 
as the penis continued pounding into her rectal tunnel again and again. 

The man plugged into her ass pulled her against him and then rolled over on 
the bed so that she was now lying on top of him. Before she had a chance to 
do or say anything more, another man was there, sprawling on top of her, 
forcing his cock into her vagina while the other man still had his penis 
buried in her rectum. Both channels were exceedingly tight, and as she 
writhed and squirmed, she felt a whole series of small climaxes go off 
inside her like a string of firecrackers. 

She lay back, not caring, her head to the side, almost hanging off the 
mattress. She was just beginning to relax, thinking she would be able to 
live through this buffeting after all, when she recognized Dick Buller. He 
walked over to the side of the bed, leering down at her helpless form. He 
wasted no time, dropping his trousers, saying, "Baby, you just come ahead 
and do for me what you did for Ivor in the bathroom, earlier." 

"No... " she gasped. "Oh God! No! No! No more!" she begged, moaning and 
groaning, but Buller ignored her pleas completely. There was a lewd grin of 
delight shining on his face. "Cut the crap, Mellie," he said to her. "You 
know damn well you love every last little bit of everything that's happening 
to you. The way Ivor is taking pictures, we have enough here to use as 
filler for four different porno flicks. You'll be able to relax after today 
and stick with straight modeling for a long while." 

She looked at Buller with a horrified expression on her face. What was this 
horrible man doing to her? Between Ivor and himself, she had been totally 
and completely corrupted. This was a nightmare. God! She had been violated 
in almost every possible way, and she was terrified they might finish the 
film by killing her. 

Dick Buller was many things, but he wasn't stupid. He had no intention of 
killing Melanie Lamarr. There was a good possibility she would be the 
greatest porn box-office attraction that ever existed. No, he was quite 
content to discover how that sweet little mouth of hers felt around his cock 
while the other two men continued pumping into her cunt and her asshole. 

There was pressure on the mattress near her head, and she realized Buller 
had kneed his way onto the bed. It sank under his more than slightly heavy 
weight. His fingers were continuing to fumble with her lips, trying to force 
them open. She snapped at his fingers and even managed to draw blood from 
one of them. 

"You goddamn little bitch!" Buller snapped, his fingers beginning to cruelly 
force her jaws to separate. 

She whipped her head from side to side, trying to keep him from doing what 
he had threatened to do. But it was to no avail. One hand had the fingers 
digging into her jaw hinges with the palm of his hand flatly pressing on her 
nose, and the other hand was tangled in her short, black hair. She held 
still, afraid to move for fear of having her hair torn out of her head. 
Above his hand she saw the gleam in his eye as he released her hair and 
reached between his thighs and grabbed his pulsating penis. He began jerking 
on it, though that was hardly necessary since it was already at full mast. 
He was panting rapidly now, anticipating this next move. 

"Now Mellie," he told her, "you're going to take my cock in your mouth and 
lick it and kiss it," he insisted, panting very huskily. 

Though she had fairly salivated at the eventual taking of Ivor Goodson's 
cock in her mouth, the idea of sucking on this man's penis almost turned her 
stomach. There was something very unwholesome about Dick Buller, and she 
decided that after today she would tell her agent she wanted nothing more to 
do with him. By now, especially after the TV ad, she ought to be able to get 
some really good advertising spots. 

She wanted to scream all of a sudden, and she opened her mouth to do so. 
That was when he shoved his stiffly throbbing phallus between her lips, 
pushing it into her unwilling throat. 

He used his left hand to lift her head and then propped the two pillows on 
the bed under it, keeping her head forward, so that the tip of his throbbing 
penis was burrowing between her lips. She tried to keep her teeth clenched 
together to prevent his entry into her mouth, but Dick Buller was not to be 
denied his moment of total triumph, and pinching her nose until her mouth 
opened wide, he thrust in hard, forcing his pulsating cock deep into the 
heatedly wet cavern of her sucking mouth. She felt the massive hugeness of 
his prick as it slithered back and forth along the length of her tongue and 
palate, filling her mouth completely with its thick and fleshy hardness. 

The heavy man became more incited at seeing his swollen penis being almost 
totally devoured in the lovely mouth of this stunningly beautiful girl as 
one of his hands once again held her hair tightly to keep her from pulling 
away. 

Melanie struggled against the cruel and violent rape of her helpless mouth, 
but it was a useless fight as he continued quickening his thrusts in and out 
of the sucking orifice. He never quite completely pulled it from between her 
tender sucking lips, and at one point, when he crammed it down her throat, 
massaging the nerve-endings down there, she thought she would suffocate for 
lack of air. Nevertheless, Buller continued plunging on unheedingly, 
stifling her moans with his cock as the two other men continued plundering 
her vaginal and anal passageways. 

The brunette closed her eyes again, not being able to look at herself being 
the object of such humiliation, realizing everyone in the room was enjoying 
the way she was being subjected to all this. She felt numb, totally devoid 
of inner feeling, unable to feel anything and everything around her. In a 
trancelike state she heard Buller commanding her, "Suck it, Mellie-baby, 
suck it until I can give you the flavor your mouth craves." 

At this point she obeyed unthinkingly, too terrified of having to endure 
possible additional pain if she didn't do as she was told. She had to obey 
the man's every command. After all, her mind inanely reasoned, He is the 
director. 

Her lips pursed themselves around the throbbing instrument and nibbled, and 
she began to choke and sputter until her throat once again became accustomed 
to the thick log probing into it. Little by little she was accepting this 
unnatural rape of her mouth. She tried not to think about what was 
happening, but every time he pushed forward, sinking his hard cock a little 
deeper into her throat, she felt his hairy testicles bouncing against her 
chin, a cruelly depraved reminder of just what it was that was happening to 
her. 

The saliva in her mouth became greater and greater, and because the thick 
cock clogged her throat, she was unable to swallow. Therefore it drooled out 
around the corners of her lips. She recognized the stickiness mixed with her 
spit as the secretions coming from the tip in his penis as the fluid was 
washing heavily into her mouth, now. 

She was well aware of his hips straining and writhing and squirming next to 
her bobbing head. He was acting as if he were having some sort of epileptic 
fit-a last spasmodic thrust of passion before his climax. 

His cock was swelling, growing thicker, and she felt the pulsations in his 
urethra. His hips were wildly straining and she knew he was about to climax. 

"Oh God!" she gurgled. He's going to come in my mouth, the way Ivor did. If 
he does it, I'll get sick! 

His fingers were now firmly gripping her short hair, crushing the strands, 
forcing her head to move back and forth along the entire length of his 
throbbingly pulsating penis. He was treating it the same way he had treated 
her vagina, just another receptacle into which he intended shooting the seed 
of his hot, animal lust. His eyes bore down solidly on her, watching the way 
her fleshy lips continued to tightly clasp his throbbing penis. 

She was now aware of the continued stretching and expanding of his penis as 
it bloated inside her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until she thought she 
would surely strangle before being able to take another inch of it. She 
moaned and sighed pitifully, never before having felt so totally helpless in 
her entire life. 

She began sucking his throbbing instrument all the harder, realizing now the 
sooner he came, the sooner this ordeal would finally come to an end. This 
was the only way out for her. There simply was nothing else left for her to 
do. It was obvious Dick Buller was not the kind of many to show mercy to 
anyone. By now she was very well aware of what kind of person he was. She 
simply hoped he was going to be the last one to make any more demands on her 
aching and violated body. She felt so worn and beaten, she thought she had 
rivaled Cleopatra, who was once reputed to have taken on an entire legion of 
a thousand men. 

Abruptly the man began jerking and twitching his hips, sinking the full 
length of his swollen cock deep into the tightness of her gasping throat. 
She fought to breathe but it was completely hopeless as suddenly his sperm 
erupted in the warm, wet interior of her sucking mouth. 

"OHHHHH HHHHH... YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH... MOTTHHHHERRRRRFUCKERRRR... 
HHHHHAAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHH... SHIIIIIIIIII!!! AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH... SUCK THE 
COCK BABYYYYYYY... OHHHHHHHH... WOWWWWWWWAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, the 
obscenities continually rushing from his lips as his heatedly thick liquid 
continued squirting into the lovely girl's narrowly constricted throat. 

Melanie sucked against her will, realizing his sperm wasn't nearly as bad as 
she had imagined it might be. She swallowed and kept on sucking, draining 
the hot sperm from his throbbing penis, doing her best to deflate his rod 
and relax the pressure in her mouth. 

It seemed to last forever, and her mouth was filled with the pungently 
exotic flavor of his semen. Finally it jerked one last time and then 
softened beneath her swirling tongue. 

At the same time the two men in her cunt and asshole began unleashing their 
own sperm, and the combined pressure was enough to give Melanie yet another 
climax. It was so overpowering, she fainted. 

When she finally awoke she was lying on the bed and the whole set had been 
struck. Ivor Goodson was there, alone with her. Looking at him, Melanie made 
up her mind there would be no more of this for her. From now on it was 
straight modeling, or nothing. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"You were right and I was wrong," she said to Marty Charles. "I was so 
anxious to get ahead, I was willing to use anything, including my body. Well 
I've come to my senses. From now on it has to be straight modeling, or 
nothing. I don't care if it's TV commercials or magazine ads, just as long 
as it's modeling." 

"Well, you've finally seen the light," Marty nodded. "A good thing, too. You 
know, I've been adding quite a few other models to my clientele, and if you 
would have kept up this way, I'd have been forced to drop you." 

"Looks like we're both starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel," 
she laughed. 

"Yeah, but I've worked for it a lot longer than you," Marty told her. 

"You've had your share of pleasure along the way," Melanie said to him. 
"Don't kid me. I'll bet you've laid, re-laid, parlayed, and filleted just 
about every one of your clients." 

"Not everyone," Marty reminded her, smiling. 

"Well that's because you haven't made a play for me, yet. I'm waiting, 
though. I figure you won't be holding off much longer." 

"You're wrong," Marty replied. "You see, the funny thing is, when I sleep 
with a woman, it's almost always because the woman actually cons me into 
bed." 

"Well if you think I'm going to make the first move and talk you into taking 
me to bed, you're sadly mistaken," Melanie insisted. 

"I don't think anything of the sort," Marty told her. "But I will tell you 
this much. If you don't come down off that high horse of yours, I'll let you 
start looking for another agent. Hell! I know you're beautiful. You're 
probably more beautiful than all my other girls put together. But that 
doesn't mean that I'm laying in wait for you. My prime interest in you is 
the commission I get for handling you." 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she snapped. "It's just that I've been through hell 
these past few days. That bastard, Dick Buller made sure every orifice in my 
body was probed when he had Ivor Goodson take the movies!" 

"Oh shit! I warned you about Goodson." 

"I know, I know. Don't rub it in." 

"What the hell! You aren't the only girl he's conned into things like this." 

"I know. I saw movies of Sheree Edwins and quite a few of the other models 
he's used." 

"It's a good thing faces don't register in those movies for any length of 
time," Marty said to her, "People who go to see them expect to see beautiful 
girls, and the faces never stay in their minds too long. But show them a 
picture of a cunt, and they'll tell you right away who the woman is." 

"Look, Marty, I've learned my lesson. I'll be a good girl from now on. Can 
you get me some legit work without my having to give my ass on the side?" 

"No problem," Marty told her. "But it'll take a little time. You've earned 
quite a bit of money from your stints with Goodson and Buller. Just go on 
home and relax for awhile, do nothing except a lot of exercises to keep that 
lovely body of yours in shape. By sometime next week I ought to be able to 
line up something really good for you." 

"Tell me the truth, Marty, you do want me physically, don't you?" 

"Hell! Of course I do," he admitted. "But I've never forced myself on a 
woman yet, and I'm certainly not going to begin with you, delightful as you 
are." 

"I'm glad," she said, walking around the desk and over to where he was 
sitting. "You see, I've been the way I am because I realize I'm attracted to 
you, and I was afraid to admit it." 

"Huh?" he asked. 

Before he was able to say anything more, she reached down and unzipped his 
fly. Marty simply sat there for the moment, totally stunned. Her hand 
reached in and pulled out his penis, and then she was massaging the organ, 
manipulating it up and down and back and forth. 

"You know," she told him, "this has to be the biggest, fattest penis I have 
ever seen. Would you mind if I tried it on for size?" 

"Huh?" was all he was able to say again. 

She let go of the organ, got to her feet, and removed her panties. She was 
wearing a skirt and so she had no trouble straddling him as he sat in his 
chair, her thighs resting on the arms of the chair as she felt the tip of 
his penis brush against the lips of her sodden cunt. For the first time in 
her life she really wanted a cock, needed a cock, and she was going after 
it. 

Having seen the organ, she was able to easily understand why all his other 
models were so anxious to sample it. Now she undid the buttons on her 
blouse, took it off, and then removed her brassiere. She leaned forward, 
pressing her small, firm breasts against his lips. 

Marty felt the softness of her mammaries moving down his body, and then her 
lips were on his as she reached under her skirt and with a quick, deft 
motion, tucked his throbbing cock into her sucking cunt. Marty simply sat 
back in his swivel chair, forcing her to lean forward and into him. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" Melanie murmured. "You're so thick you hurt me, but it feels 
like such a nice hurt. Keep on hurting me, Marty." 

"Oh I will, I will," he nodded, hurling his fulcrum upward to bury every 
last inch of cock into her cunt. 

"Good!" she murmured. "And I promise I'll never be nasty again." 

And she wasn't! 


THE END
