anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down her thighs to the floor where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick from where it lay.
Jim ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside her shorts as he watched Janey… then he gasped as she opened her legs wide, spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself backward in a lithe double- jointed posture, until her hands reached the floor behind her head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and once more her vaginal lips were presented head-on to the men. With a gymnastic dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs until she was practically looking the men in the face, concentrated… and finally, her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly smiling at an audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that she performed the impossible… slowly raising her right hand containing the thick, long phallus; she eased the smooth round head between the damp, pink open lips of her cunt, and while the crowd stared with feverish, salacious eyes, she slowly, tantalizingly, pressed the heavy white shaft into the small, elasticized mouth of her vagina, the coral-hued ring expanding across the room, the massive cudgel continued to disappear inside her swallowing moist pink hole almost to its entirety.
Jim Saunders felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Janey's licentious performance before the hot, flushed faces of her half drunk, lust-aroused group of gamblers. He looked across at Tulip waiting on them and knew that he had to have her, he just had to fuck Tulip and tonight was his chance. The chief hadn't arrived yet and besides when he did he would ask for Desiree, he already knew that. Janey had almost finished her act and could take over the bar for Tulip. He motioned to Al, his assistant.
'Listen Al, as soon as Janey finishes her act, send Tulip upstairs,' the club owner commanded his assistant.
'Sure Boss, does the chief want her,' Al asked innocently, unaware of any change in plan.
'Not tonight, but I do Al. Keep your mouth shut though, I don't want to scare Tulip off.'
'Sure Boss, sure, I'll bring her up to you,' grinned Al lewdly, now fully aware of his employer's intentions.
Back in his own office, Jim Saunders paced the room. He didn't take many women, not many appealed to him but Tulip had for a long time and now he was going to get his chance with her. He felt his cock pulsating inside his pants and unzipping them he began to fondle its bloated purple head, murmuring to his cock as he did so, 'Not long now baby, not long now.'
Jim Saunders moved over to his bar and made up a batch of martinis, he knew Tulip liked them, then he slipped a little aphrodisiac into the drink, the one that the chief liked to use sometimes and sitting down in his armchair he waited anxiously for Tulip.
Then there was a knock on his door, 'Come in,' Jim Saunders called out and the door opened to reveal the beautiful young Tulip, her long, jet black hair tumbling over her white shoulders, a look of surprise on her face.
'You wanted to see me Jim,' she inquired nervously.
'Sure, come in Tulip, take a seat,' Jim said formally. 'Here have a drink,' he said quickly pouring one of the fatal drinks for Tulip, being careful not to mix it up with his already poured drink.
'Thanks Jim, don't mind if I do. It's mad tonight.'
'I know, the gambling nights always are, this is only your second, am I right?'
'Right and this one seems wilder than the last.'
Not as wild as it's going to get, thought Jim sadistically to himself as he drank in the beautiful body of his employee.
'Does the chief want to see me,' Tulip asked, certain that the answer was going to be yes.
'Not tonight Tulip.'
'Oh,' Tulip said a little crestfallen. She was fully aware that Desiree had gone into see the chief after her last night and now she felt insecure. She didn't want her nose to be put out by someone new and that was what she suspected was happening. Suddenly the young girl began to feel a little strange, as if the room were receding, nothing seemed quite real to her anymore. She took a long drink of her martini to steady her nerves but found that it only served to make her feel even stranger.
'What's wrong Tulip,' Jim Saunders asked with mock concern.
'I don't know I feel strange,' Tulip answered.
'Lie down on the couch Tulip, you'll feel better in a moment,' Jim said solicitously helping the young girl to the couch.
Tulip lay down on the couch but it didn't help, the room seemed to be dissolving and now what was happening, the boss was sliding her panties down her body and spreading her legs, oh no… oh God! What was the boss doing to her, she felt hands on her naked buttocks and down through the crevice toward the open flesh of her vagina.
Slowly and sensually Jim Saunders massaged the naked girl's buttocks, unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand and slipping it off, changing hands to make sure that he never left Tulip's body for a moment.
Tulip was hardly aware what was happening except that her boss was massaging her naked buttocks and it felt good even though it was strange. She wanted to struggle but she couldn't, she felt that all the life had gone out of her body, she felt like air and yet she couldn't fly, all she could do was to lie on the couch. Suddenly she looked up and to her horror she saw that her boss was naked and before she could stop him, he was leaping on top of her, pulling off her flimsy bra top until she was entirely naked and helplessly pinned beneath him. His hungry hands were clutching at her naked breasts, tweaking her nipples and tears of hot shame began to cascade down her cheeks. She wanted the Chief of Police she didn't want Jim Saunders, she didn't want him to touch her… Oh God! He was slimy. 'Please stop,' she begged, 'please stop!'
Then Jim jumped off the young girl and grabbed a statue from the table and threw himself back onto her. He planted himself between her full white thighs, resting on his knees, the delicious slit of her pink, naked cunt open to him, and he stretched her soft buttocks apart so that he could see her rosy anus. Then, all of a sudden, he began to wield the long sleek statue down her buttocks with fury, letting it sink in.
'Alright you bitch, so you don't want me, you want the chief, is that it. I'm slimy you think, I know, I've heard you say that before. Well, it's my turn now baby, it's my turn. The chief doesn't want you, he's got another trick and I get what he discards and he's discarded you Tulip baby… but I want you, I want you, do you hear that… I want you.'
And then in a sadistic frenzy having been denied her for so long, he pressed her legs as far apart as they would go and jammed the head of the statue at her tiny, defenseless anus. She screamed and writhed furiously… but vainly as the wooden figure's head popped inside the strained pink raised ring of her sphincter and began to penetrate with the heavy pressure he was applying. His teeth clenched and a savage grin contorted his hawk-like face. Her half-muffled grunts and moans hammered against his ears like pleas for more, and he gave it to her, his eyes blurring in his crazed frenzy, the ebony figure reminding him of a black-man's cock as he plunged it savagely in and out of the pink, clinging hole between her luscious white buttocks, watching the incredible stretch of the slit in her behind with eyes that blazed.
At last, when she was nearly out of her mind from the barbarous attack on her anal passage, he bent over her and grabbed a pillow, stuffing its size and weight between her spread legs and wedging it against the protruding base of the statue growing out of her lewdly stretched asshole so that she couldn't by straining, force it from her passage, then he crawled to the head of the couch and faced her, forcing his feet and legs down beneath her outstretched arms until his crotch rested below her face, and entwining his hand in her long hair he jerked her head upright until with clenched, tear-filled eyes, she was facing him.
'Alright Tulip, you like to play with dildos, just like Janey, well now it's going to be the real thing. Suck that prick, damn you, and eat it like you've never eaten cock before.'
Tulip had never known such horrifying agony before. She'd done a lot of things in her time, had a lot of different objects up her cunt in her work but this was the worst. She felt the hot tears gushing from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose in her throat. She had stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in dazed panic that her only respite from the torment was to lay deathly still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of this lust-crazed animal whose only desire was revenge and satisfaction for his warped passions. I should have known he was weird, thought Tulip to herself as she remembered all the times
