'Oh! Ohh, shit! Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, yesss! Lover, fill my hole! Bang my box! Make me come! Please!' I whimpered. 'Ohhhh, yessss! That's the way! Oh, shit! Oh, that feels so good! Shove your cock all the way home! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!'
My hips were gyrating. My ass was smacking the floor as his hips hit them. They sprang six inches in an effort to take more and more. I was on the verge of an orgasm. I was on the brink of the best release I'd ever known.
'I-I'm coming! Oh! Ohh! OOOHHH! COOOMMIINNGGG!!' My voice went off into a bunch of screaming jibberish as wave after wave of complete thrilling release washed over me.
My mind swirled into a crescendo of bright lights and soothing music. I soared. I floated. I basked in the greatest joy a woman can know. I clung to the ecstatic moment as long as I could.
When I was done coming, I found that John hadn't come yet. He'd controlled it! He hadn't allowed himself to pop. I was panting desperately, trying to catch my breath. I was glossy with sweat
and trembling with satisfaction.
He didn't give me time to get mad. He told me he was going to fuck me to a few more comes before he shot his wad. I couldn't believe it. But he spent almost all night proving it to me.
When a man gives you a half-dozen orgasms in one night, each better than the last, you follow him anywhere. He had me hooked. All I could do was hope that he'd keep poking my pussy with that magnificent eight-inch cock. That's why I agreed to skip Friday's classes and go to Tijuana with him.
It was pretty early when we crossed the bridge into Baja. Everything was open and ready to swallow us, but the traffic wasn't heavy yet. John said he had to see a guy on some business before we went through the shops. I thought this might be a pretty good way to learn something about him. I agreed to go along.
My escort flagged down a cab and gave him an address I didn't catch. The driver spent nearly a half-hour wandering aimlessly through the streets. I thought I noticed the same building a couple of times. I mentioned this to John, but he assured me I was wrong.
We stopped at a plain, adobe building. It looked like all the rest I'd seen. The street was dirt. It was in a crowded residential section. I'd never be able to find it on my own. John paid the driver and steered me up the outside stairs to the second floor.
A middle-aged Mexican answered the door. He was neatly dressed in a business suit and seemed pleasant. After greeting us, we were ushered into a small worn at the center of the house. The place was paneled in dark wood. It was richly carpeted and had a heavy ceiling. There were no windows. The expensive decorations seemed out of place in such a shabby neighborhood.
John and I took our seats on the couch. The man excused himself and disappeared for a second. When he returned, he had a tray with three large glasses of wine.
'This is for the lady,' he smiled. John and he took the two remaining glasses. He set the tray aside and joined us.
I didn't understand any Spanish and couldn't tell what they were talking about. I was awfully tired. It didn't surprise me when I started to nod off after a few minutes. I thought it was from fucking all night.
It didn't make any difference how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't focus and wouldn't stay open. I knew the men were watching me, and I felt ashamed of myself. Then they started speaking in English, and everything turned into a nightmare.
Here I was, lying on a coffee table, drugged and being brutally examined. A hand forced my mouth open. Fingers checked my teeth and pulled at my tongue. The man pinched my arm muscles and pressed my stomach. I was powerless to resist. My mind was getting foggier and foggier. My body
wouldn't obey my commands.
The men stopped their prodding. I managed to force one eye open enough to see what was going on. There was only time for a brief glimpse before they fell shut again. The men were emptying my wallet. My ID was being burned in an ashtray. I tried to speak but couldn't.
I felt my earrings, watch and necklace being torn from me. It took a little effort, but they even got the ring my grandmother had given me.
'I'm going to send her to the club first. We'll break her spirit before sending her south. If she lasts to Monday morning, there won't be any fight left in her.'
I was too far gone to care. The words echoed through my mind, but I was too rummy to do any thinking. I couldn't fight it any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, I was in the back of an old panel truck. My clothes were twisted and in the same condition as when they'd examined me.
We hit a bump and I moaned. The sound came from deep in my throat. It was muffled. I became aware of something in my mouth. It was a rag. My jaws ached. I tried to move my hands. I couldn't. Pain shot from my wrists when I jerked. Someone had tied them behind my head with wire.
'I think she's awake,' a heavily accented voice whispered.
'Well-find out,' another answered.
I lay real still. The fog hadn't cleared from my
mind yet. I didn't move. I didn't even move when the hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I didn't twitch when it explored my snatch. I didn't shiver as the fingers rolled my cunt. Then the man viciously pinched and jerked. I writhed in agony and tried to kick the man.
'She's awake all right,' the accented voice laughed.
'The bitch tried to kick me,' the other voice echoed.
'We have time to teach her a lesson.'
'Yeah,' the first one said, feeling around blindly in the darkness for my tit.
I whimpered as they pulled me to my knees. The dirty metal of the truck floor hurt my knees and face. A gurgle shot up from inside me and was drowned by the gag as a hand jerked me forward.
A hand grabbed either side of my hips. I felt a heated hard-on press against my pussy from behind, I stiffened. It drove home viciously. My face scraped the metal floor. A hand jerked my head up. Another hand pinched my jaw and jerked the rag out. I felt a cock fill it before I could cry out.
The man behind me was resting his chest across my back. His hands grabbed and tore at my tits. My hands couldn't help support my weight. My head sank onto the stiff, smelly boner. I felt the prick knifing into my cunt from behind. The cock in front cruelly battered the back of my mouth and blocked my windpipe.
I was defenseless. I couldn't twist my head enough to get the straining cock out. Each time I tried, it excited him more and more. I was jerked up and down by my hair. The man held his cock in my throat until I thought I was going to choke to death. I panicked. Then he pulled me back.
Each time my head was jerked up, the weight of the other man threatened to break my back and neck. It was humiliating to have the cock in my pussy, but I could stand that. The one fucking my throat was unbearable. Agony flowed through my boobs. My arms and shoulders hurt. My knees were on fire.
I felt the truck leave the pavement and bounce onto a dirt road. The man kneeling in front of me began to jerk my head back and forth with a new urgency. The one fucking my cunt began to drive in and out like his life depended on it.
I sensed the cock in my snatch starting to swell.
I felt it begin to throb. Then he was bucking. His prick spurted its gooey load of slime into my cunt.
I felt his prick slip free and knew he was finished.
Once the weight was off my back the other dick became almost bearable.
We shifted as the truck started up a steep hill. My knees burned on the truck bed and started to bleed. A hand slapped my ass and I jerked in surprise and pain. The cock fucking my face started spitting in my mouth. I felt the cum shoot into my throat. It coated the back of my mouth. I tried to get a breath and sucked it up my nose. It
coated my teeth. It backed around my tongue and dripped from my mouth. It mixed with my saliva. It tasted yeasty. It replaced the salty taste of his tool. I swallowed and struggled to keep from gagging.
The man pushed me to the side and shoved the rag back in my mouth. I almost blacked out before I managed to snuff the cum back into my throat so
I could breathe. The men were laughing as they felt my body twisting in desperation beside them.
I knew now what I was in for. Wherever it was I was going, was a place designed to torture for no reason-
