She was fully conscious now, her eyes big with fright. Dear God, help me… don't let him hurt me! ran her thoughts. In silent answer, Dawson suddenly released his hand from her mouth. She blinked, afraid to speak. He grinned and grunted with satisfaction. 'That's better, you little hypocrite.'

'Hy-hypocrite?' she asked dumfoundedly, 'what… what do you mean?'

Dawson just grunt-chuckled deep in his throat again. She was completely naked now, and he ran his greedy eyes over her cringing nakedness as he raised his bent leg up and placed it between her legs, forcing her naked thighs apart.

'Noooooo!' she cried out, gathering her strength to claw at his face. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the pillow on either side of her head.

'Hha-heh-heh-ha,' he chuckled lewdly, 'the little sex kitten's turnin' into a tigress, eh? Goodd. Goood, baby, that's the way I like 'em! Jus' fight all you want, but if you open that pretty little mouth with one peep, I'll break your beautiful jaw!'

'Just wait till Ernesto finds out – he'll get you for this!' she answered self-righteously.

More lewd laughter. 'Yeah, just wait! Heh-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho.'

The poor girl prayed for a miracle, for the appearance of Ernesto Garcia and his chauffeur. Then she realized that the dignified Colombian would perhaps find her in shameless and humiliating subjugation to his printer; he would see her body! Repulsed as she was by Dawson's nakedness over her, she felt a treacherous flash of desire rising again in her pussy. Her drugged body developed a cunt-hunger pain that darted insidiously between her pussy and her anus.

Dawson pressed his mouth onto hers and thrust his thick tongue into the warm, moist cavern. She could feel his prickly chest hair on her upthrust breasts and his paunchy stomach on the warm flesh of her smooth, flat abdomen. Dawson was heavy set, but he wasn't really flabby? That surprised her. With only the light from the bathroom, she was unable to see his body clearly, and hadn't really had a chance to look him over since coming back to full consciousness.

She tried to avert her mouth from his slobbering kisses, but he used his head to keep hers in place. She was forced to submit to his tonguing, and despite her fear, the hotly scrambling little sensations in her pussy increased. What was wrong with her, anyway? Her body was betraying her flagrantly.

Dawson stopped kissing her lips and moved his head down to her nakedly trembling breasts. He paused, sucking his breath through his teeth. 'Goddamn! If those ain't the sweetest boobs I ever laid eyes on! Pure sugar tits!' he enthused.

'Nooo… please don't, Jack!' she moaned loudly, squirming under his heavy frame.

He chuckled venally again, his huge cock pressing against her thigh. She could feel the wetness of his pre- cum juices on her bare flesh. She struggled, arching her back against him, but her arms were firmly pinned at either side of her head and Dawson tightened his grip, causing her to wince in pain.

His lips went to a breast and fastened over her pinkly throbbing nipple. More surges of unwanted pleasure coursed through her pussy. The nipple saluted his oral attentions, and the printer sucked more greedily at her defenseless tit, drawing the flesh into his mouth and massaging avidly with his tongue and lips. He was grunting like a hungrily sucking child, licking, lapping and sucking at her tender nipples until she wanted to scream in mixed protest and encouragement. Then he turned to the other one, and repeated his lewd licking and sucking.

He had broken out in a heavy sweat. He buried his face in her cleavage and wallowed in breast flesh, mouthing every inch of her firmly throbbing tit. His hands were still fastened tightly on her wrists, and she was beginning to feel bruised from the pressure.

'Please, Jack, you're hurting me… my wrists,' she complained.

He stopped rooting in her bosom, looked up at her for a moment, assessing her sincerity, then loosened his grip. 'You gonna keep still while I fuck you?' he asked her warily.

'I have no other choice, do I?' she whimpered back.

'Not if you wanna keep your pretty face intact.'

He kissed her forcibly on the mouth again as he pressed against her harder with his stocky body, forcing her legs further apart.

'Don't… please don't,' she mumbled into his mouth, 'I'm a virgin!'

'No shit!' he answered unsympathetically. 'Don't tell me you haven't fooled around before… and don't tell me you don't want my cock – all of it. You're as hot as a pistol, little lady!'

'No! It's not true – I am a virgin. The only thing I've ever done is…' She stopped short. She wasn't about to reveal the things that went on with Chris!

Dawson was now intrigued. His prurient interest was aroused, along with his huge prick. 'Is what?' he demanded. 'Tell Uncle Jack what sorta foolin' around you done.'

'It's nothing. Nothing. I can't tell you!'

He grabbed her jaw in his powerful hand and squeezed it hard, forcing her lips apart at a distorted angle. 'Tell me! In nice, plain, good old American English!'

Jill was frightened again. He was so strong, so powerful; she knew he could hurt her easily, and she was practically defenseless.

'Just a few things… like…'

The grip tightened. A sharp pain shot up through her cheeks. 'Like…?' he said in a louder voice.

'Oooowww… ahh… ahhh… like someone sucking my breasts,' the frightened girl answered.

'Tits! Sucking your tits! That's nothin'. What else, baby? You little hypocritical cunt! You love it, don't you? I'll bet you'd love to have Uncle Jack suck your pussy, too, wouldn't you?' he hissed at her.

'Nooo… ohhh, noooooo!' she wailed, the sensations growing between her legs. She wanted her pussy licked more than anything – but not by him!

He let go of her jaw then, and her body stiffened as he began to move down her body, his hands coarsely exploring her breasts, feeling the nipples, his mouth then following his hands. He sucked again at one breast, then at the other, licking and nibbling at her taut pink buds. Down and down his head went, his tongue flickering in her navel like a fork of fire while he humped his back, rubbing his throbbing turgid cock through her dark nest of softly wafting pubic curls. She tried vainly to force her legs together, but his huge legs were planted firmly between them. She was experiencing another unbidden surge of excitement that shot through her belly, and the irresistible demands of her sex-starved pussy were encouraging her to wriggle her body upwards in feigned pleasure, revealing more of her nakedly spread pussy to the heated printer.

Goddamn, this little bird is hot for me to eat her nest! Dawson realized gleefully. In bet she's been a real cock teaser, gettin' guys to go down on her without puttin' out all the way! But she'll find out soon enough what it's for!

Placing his hands under her sensuously squirming asscheeks, Jack Dawson lifted Jill's body high in the air and wrapped her legs around his neck, so that only her head and shoulders were on the mattress. He plunged his long wet tongue into her spasmodically twitching pussy, bringing a low, sensuous moan from the young girl's throat. Spurred on to greater salacious activity, he darted his tongue right up into her vaginal passage, tasting its hot, sweet-pungent wetness and feeling the clasping rubberinees of its walls. Jill bucked in frenzied response to the thrilling sensation and clasped her legs tighter around his neck, sliding forward to allow the printer's tongue to penetrate her now traitorously lusting cunt as far as possible. How she loathed this man, and yet he aroused in her the same overpowering desire that Chris had when he had sucked her pussy so many times before. She loved it, craved it, wanted it never to stop. She couldn't resist moving in time to the printer's skilled tongue thrusts. She was so hot. She had to have it!

For some reason, Dawson stopped and looked down the valley of her body into her face, which was clearly marked by rapturous enjoyment. Her eyes were closed and her mouth glistened as she savored the delicious cunt sucking the older man was giving her.

Suddenly her eyes flew open. Oh God, no! He mustn't stop licking me! He mustn't fuck me! flashed through her drugged brain.

'What's the matter, Jack? You want to lick me, don't you? Lick me again. Go down on me. Please… suck me some more,' she crooned sexily, grinding her pelvis upward.

Dawson grinned, feeling the power he had over her. A bitch in heat… a hot-boxed little bitch in heat! That's what she is. Ernesto's got himself a beaut this time! Once I get done with her, she'll be spreading her legs for everybody – even the braceros on the ranch!

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