you?'
Harry nodded. 'Yeah. Me.'
Lynn laughed and covered her mouth with one delicate hand. 'You and your big cock, Harry.'
Harry felt his cock lift, and stiffen a bit.
'Right on, baby,' he said.
Lynn grew serious. 'Listen, honey. We're in this thing together. I'll do what you tell me to. I'll do whatever this Mr. Wellington tells me to. But when you've got your nice plush job, you marry me.'
Harry grinned broadly. 'And then we're both set for life, babe. We'll lounge around with all the servants we can handle, and we'll fuck our fucking brains out!'
Lynn laughed lightly again, satisfied that Harry was truly her man. She would do anything for his huge cock. Harry knew more about how to fuck a woman than any ten men, Lynn thought. At least he knew how to fuck her better than any man she'd ever had.
And Lynn had had a lot of men.
She sighed and settled back for the ride to the party. Under her buttoned robe she was nearly naked. She had on a pair of panties, just for comfort, while she sat on the leather seat of the big car.
In the overnight case on her lap she had the things Harry wanted her to wear in her Lady Godiva role. It turned out that she wasn't going to be completely naked after all. Harry had some cute ideas about her act.
And Lynn felt a sharp jab of curious pleasure in the idea of actually riding atop another girl – a girl forced to walk on her hands and knees, and play the part of a lovely young pony.
Lynn was happy that it was to be her who would do the riding, and not the other way around. She couldn't exactly picture how it would work in practicality, since she was a fairly tall young woman, and the girl that Harry said would be her pony was supposed to be quite petite.
But that was not her problem.
She had prepared her mind, and she was totally ready to do whatever she had to to get Harry that high- powered job he wanted.
If she had to fuck every damn bastard at that fucking party, she'd do it.
And when they were married, she would make Harry fuck her twice for every one of them – all on her wedding night!
Lynn watched the scenery pass by. She was calm for the most part but she could feel the deep glow of warm anticipation growing stronger with each passing mile.
'We're here, babe,' Harry told her at last.
Lynn was somehow pleased with the appearance of the huge old house. Harry moved the car slowly past the front entrance, letting the young woman enjoy the elegant home.
'OK,' he said, swinging the car into the last empty slot under the covered parking stall. 'Time to get ready, honey.'
Lynn looked at her lover for one last time, then sighed and opened the case on her lap.
She lifted out the mask. It was more like a full head hood, with several small straps that could be tightened and fitted with tiny padlocks so that it couldn't be removed, except by the man with the key.
Lynn licked her lips. She pursed her lips tightly for a moment, then lifted the hood over her head. She worked the tight mask down over her lovely hair, and pulled it firmly down over her face. The leather was already growing warm from her body heat. The snugness felt kind of nice, actually. Lynn was a little surprised at the comfort. She had expected something a bit less comfortable, to say the least.
The hood straps slipped up under her chin and locked into place. Harry helped her tuck her hair under the sides, and the rest of Lynn's long hair fell in a soft cascade down her back.
A wider strap came across over her lips, and on the inner side of the leather band was a fat and long dork- shaped rubber knob.
'Open up, there, baby,' Harry said casually. His heart was hammering wildly, though, and his voice quivered. He was both excited and scared at the same time.
Lynn gulped once, then opened her mouth wide to accept the huge gag. Her tongue curled back into her throat. She hated the awful taste of the fat rubber prick.
Harry quickly locked the strap to Lynn's helmet, and the girl was gagged. A simple snap of the eyehole flaps and she would be blindfolded as well.
'Get out, baby,' Harry told her.
Lynn had to twist her whole body to find the latch on the car door, and finally got it open. She slid her long legs out and stood up, her robe falling down over her legs to her ankles.
Harry got out too, and locked his door.
He walked around to Lynn.
'OK, babe, time for the disrobing.'
Lynn didn't hesitate, and she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. She felt the evening air caress her naked breasts, huge and warm, and standing out proudly from her chest.
Harry took the robe and tossed it over the back of the seat. He bent inside the car and pulled out a pair of soft leather riding boot, complete with hard steel spurs.
Lynn could still see out of her hood, and she lifted one foot at a time to help Harry slip the knee-length boots onto her legs. The leather was soft and warm on her feet.
Harry locked the straps over Lynn's calves tightly. The boots were on to stay, now.
'Gotta take those sweet little panties down, Lynnie,' Harry whispered to the girl.
She hooked her thumbs under the waist and squatted down sexily as she skinned the brief swatch of material down her legs. She fumbled getting them off over the boots and spurs. But finally she straightened back up, naked save for her helmet and boots.
Her long hair swept gently over her bare back as the evening breeze toyed with the soft strands.
Her nipples perked up hard and erect as the wind played over them.
She felt a trickle of fluid in her cunt, and moaned quietly to herself.
'Turn around, babe. Put your hands behind your back.'
Again Lynn obeyed quickly, without hesitation. She crossed her wrists and felt him wrap the leather thong very tightly around them, locking them together.
A second strap was slipped under her upper arms, and when Harry pulled it tight, Lynn gasped. She felt her shoulders jerk backward as her elbows ground together. Her big breasts lifted high, thrusting outward almost impossibly far as she was forced to arch her back so her shoulders wouldn't be torn from their joints.
Harry sighed in admiration of Lynn's tremendous tits. How they could remain so firm and round and high on the young woman's chest was a miracle to the man, considering the size of those beautiful globes of female flesh.
He took a moment to suck her nipple. Lynn groaned at the touch of her lover's lips and leaned forward, mashing her huge soft breast against his face, driving her swollen hard nipple onto Harry's wriggling tongue.
He nipped her bud with his teeth. Lynn cried out, leaned backward, and pulled her nipple from his sucking lips. It made a loud pop.
'Delicious, baby. Absolutely top of the bottle cream,' Harry told her.
Lynn grunted her thanks over the mouth-stuffing plastic plug.
Harry took her arm with one hand and led her to the porch. Lynn walked with some difficulty in the extremely high heels of her cowgirl boots. The added awkwardness of the big spurs didn't help any, either.
On the porch Harry paused, then turned her to him. He reached up and closed one flap, partially blinding Lynn. He bent and kissed her other eyelid, then closed the flap.
Lynn was sightless. Her blood raced. Her body reacted to the situation sexually. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling and ready for anything – the slightest touch of a strange hand on her shoulder, the feel of lips against her hot moist pussy, anything. She was ready for it all, and expected it all.
And, she realized suddenly, she wanted it all.
'This is Jenny, gentlemen,' John Wellington said. He was gripping the youngster's upper arm. Her hands were still bound behind her back. As he spoke, John threw the child forward into the center of the lavishly furnished living room. She tripped and fell to the floor, hitting hard.
'Jenny is underaged.'
