'You just get ready for the fuck of your life, honey,' he chuckled.
Pat couldn't imagine where he got his high opinion of himself as a lover. He poked his stiff little cock into her moist tight cunt, and she could hardly feel a thing. He gave a shrill excited cry and began to ball her fast and rough, but still Pat got very little friction from his slim short dick.
'Oooooo,' she squealed, faking her passion.
'I told you it'd be good.' Dave wheezed.
Pat figured that many women must have praised his love-making because they wanted his money. That was the only possible explanation for his smugness. Dutifully she squealed, pawed the bed, and bucked her hips, pretending to be carried away with pleasure. Soon Dave was dripping sweat all over her back as he humped her faster and faster.
'Oh, baby, ohhhhh,' he moaned.
With a sigh of relief Pat took the hot squirt of his come. Dave took a moment to catch his breath, then dressed and trotted off, no doubt to tell his buddies how he'd thrilled her. This time Pat didn't bother to comb her tousled hair. She just lay on the bed and waited for the next man.
Her third partner was a broad-shouldered white-haired guy in his late fifties, the most attractive so far. He behaved the same as the others, though, standing by the bed and hungrily eyeing her lovely naked body as he took off his clothes. He told her his name was Carl, but like the others he didn't give his last name. No doubt all the men in the suite were respectable mated businessmen.
Carl at least was better hung than Dave. He had a thick eight-inch dick that sprang stiffly from a nest of silver hairs. His swollen nut sacs looked as big as golf balls. Pat felt a faint spark of interest as the handsome silver-haired man got onto the bed beside her – but his next words dampened her enthusiasm.
'Hey, sweetheart,' he said with a leer, 'you like to eat cock?'
Pat felt a gagging sensation, but she quickly replied in a cooing voice, 'Oh, yes, Carl, I like that more than anything.'
As she lowered her face into his lap, she thought, whore. You're nothing but a whore…
At that very moment Brock was ushering Trish into the suite.
He'd had a little trouble persuading her to come along with him. Trish wasn't about to be fooled again. If Brock was going to use her body, she'd decided, he'd have to pay a high price. So when he'd called her into his office and asked her to come entertain some friends, Trish had laid out her demands.
'Brock,' Trish said firmly, 'you can't use me like this. Your crummy job isn't worth it. I won't come with you unless you really make it worth my while.'
Brock grinned at her. He hadn't realized the little blonde teenager had so much gumption. But of course he was ready for her. He'd use the same trick he used on her mother. He got up from his desk and walked over to Trish and embraced her.
'Honey, I have to apologize,' he said. 'I know I haven't treated you right. But listen to this, Trish. If you help me out tonight, you'll never have to bus dishes again. You'll be set for life.'
And so on. It was the same line he'd given Pat, a vague promise of marriage if Trish would just prostitute herself for him one more time. Determined as she was not to be tricked again, Trish was nevertheless deceived. She bought the line, and she decided to go through with the ordeal in order to get Brock's wealth for herself and her mother. Just the thought of Pat never having to work again was enough to convince Trish that the ordeal was worth it.
So ten minutes later Trish was being shown off to Brock's friends. Carl was temporarily absent in the bedroom, but the other five ogled the teenager's curvy little body as she stood before them in her skimpy pink costume. Like her mother, Trish forced a faked little smile, determined to do the job and do it well.
'You go on in that bedroom, honey,' Brock said, 'and my friends will be along pretty soon.'
Trish obeyed, not knowing that the bedroom was right next door to where her mother was sucking off Carl. She thought she was the only girl present at the 'party'. The men knew differently, of course, and they grinned wickedly as Trish left the room. Now the stage was set for all of them to ball the mother, then the daughter. Everyone agreed that Brock gave a helluva party.
Trish took off her costume and lay naked on the king-size bed. Unlike her mother, she wasn't afraid – she was just disgusted. But at least this was the last time Brock would exploit her body. He was going to pay the highest price of all – marriage. That at least gave Trish some grim satisfaction. It would be quite a victory to go from bus girl to Mrs. Brock Spalding.
The bedroom door opened, and a tall lean grey-haired man came into the room. 'Hello, beautiful,' he said. 'My name's Frank.'
It would have turned Trish's stomach to know that this man had just finished fucking her mother, to know that each man in the suite intended to make love to Pat and then to Trish. But Trish was unaware of the ugly facts, and she just watched with cool interest as Frank took off his clothes.
She was young and inexperienced, and she still had quite a strong curiosity about male bodies. She wasn't ashamed to stare right at Frank's crotch as he lowered his pants and shorts. She noticed that his stiff cock was about as long as Brock's but thinner. She felt her little cunt starting to heat and moisten as Frank crawled onto the bed. After all, she might as well enjoy herself as much as she could.
'Play with my cock, honey,' Frank said eagerly. 'Just fool around with it a little.'
Trish didn't mind. She wanted to know all about cocks, and she was a little excited as she reached out and curled her fingers around Frank's long but slender dick. She liked the hot silky texture of his cock-skin, enjoying running her little hand up and down the rigid pole of his prick. Frank sighed blissfully as he watched her exploring his hard-on.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say that she did it better than her mother – but Brock had made everyone promise not to reveal the women's presence to each other. So Frank just lay back on the pillows and watched the pretty little blonde teenager playing with his meat. She actually seemed to get off on it, running her fist eagerly up and down the rock-hard throbbing stalk.
'Touch my balls, too, honey,' Frank sighed.
Trish wasn't at all offended. Still pumping his stiff long prick with one hand, she used the other hand to cup and gently squeeze his big hot swollen nut sacs. She found them just as warm and silky as his cock. She gave his sensitive balls a steady massage while she frigged his pulsing dick.
'Yeah, yeah, that's real nice, baby,' Frank sighed.
Trish didn't feel particularly turned on to the guy, but she did get off on this chance to explore a cock and balls as much as she wanted. She paid close attention to the swollen purple cock-head, rimming it with her finger till the dark slit mouth began to ooze little droplets of juice.
On impulse she bent down, stuck out her tiny pink tongue, and lapped up some of the oozing cream, wondering how it tasted compared to Brock's cock-juice. The taste wasn't much different, the same pleasant salty stuff. She used her slick hot tongue tip to rim his rubbery purple cock-head and dig into the oozing little mouth for more tasty juice.
'Jesus Christ,' Frank muttered.
He'd had young girls before – all the young girls his money could buy – but never had he seen one so spontaneously eager. Trish just followed her own instincts and came off as good as any experienced hooker. Frank trembled with horniness as the pretty little girl swished her gleaming tongue around and around the supersensitive head of his cock.
'That's real nice, honey,' he moaned, 'real nice. But I'm not gonna hold out if you do that. Let's ball now. You sit on top of me.'
Trish wasn't just dying to ball him, but she was always interested in experimenting with a new position. Obediently she straddled Frank's belly and brought her moist little twat-mouth down to touch the creaming head of his prick. Frank, too eager to be gentle, seized her slim waist and forced her down on his dick. The long hard cock sliced deep into her exquisitely tight cunt.
'Eeeeee,' Trish squealed.
'Oh, my God,' Frank gasped, 'you are tight.'
He'd thought her mother's box was snug, but it was nothing compared to this delicious near-virgin hole. Groaning blissfully, Frank forced his rigid dick clear to her womb. With his swollen meat gripped by hot juicy flesh, he almost came right away. But he wanted to enjoy her tiny teenage twat as long as possible, so he gritted his
