by Max Sharkey
Sally thought that she detected a look of lascivious delight in the dark blue eyes of the little bitch as Mindy glared long and hard at Malcolm’s huge prick. His cock was dancing in front of him, lurching and throbbing with erotic delight. It seemed almost as though his cock were more than an appendage, as though Malcolm’s prick had a mind of its own. Sally was disgusted at the thought that Mindy had fucked Malcolm many times before, although it was obviously true. Sally had heard the two men speaking about the brunette bitch, and she hadn’t liked what she heard. She recalled hearing the men speak about how Mindy was late because she had to “dispose of” some other woman, a woman who, like herself, had been featured in one of the films that Bertram Havermeyer had made. Sally was not sure what it meant to be “disposed of”, but she was certain that she didn’t want that to happen to her.
“Well, Mindy, sweetheart!” Bertram Havermeyer said, moving forward and gripping a fistful of Mindy’s taut, creamy ass-flesh, “so nice to see that you could make it for the film session, darling.” He pinched her roughly.
“Ouch!” Mindy squealed, flinching and jumping aside, her ass-cheek red from the pinching. “Damn you, Bertram Havermeyer! You fucking asshole!” She laughed loudly and lifted her chin, opening her lips so that Bertram could kiss her on the month. He obliged, leaning over and dipping his tongue into her wet, open mouth. He swirled his tongue over the roof of her mouth and over her teeth. Then he stepped back, perusing her luscious, scantily clad body. “You like what you see, Bertram?” she cooed, licking her lips lasciviously, taunting the man as she began to do a slow bump-and-grind dance in the middle of the floor.
“You know damned well I like it, you cunt!” Bertram shouted. “Take it off, Mindy! Take it off!” He began to tap his fingers on the edge of the table where Sally was stretched out, spread-eagled.
Mindy writhed to the beat, removing her dress, then her underwear as the two men stood by and watched with wide-open eyes. Sally glanced at them and saw that their pricks were performing cock-stands. They were getting into her lewd striptease, their cocks responding to her performance.
Mindy noticed, too. “You damn guys,” she said, pretending to blush and acting embarrassed.
“You just can’t get enough of my cunt, can you?”
“That’s right, Mindy! You’re the best! The best actress in the whole fucking world!” Malcolm Reams exclaimed, moving forward and lifting her in his arms, holding her high off the floor. “In fact, I think I’ll thump you right now! I’m in the mood to fuck your sweet pussy, you sexy queen.”
“Damn you, Malcolm Reams,” she said, pretending to blush with embarrassment again. “I just bet you would like to fuck my sweet pussy.”
“Go for it, Malcolm!” Bertram shouted. He leaned down and picked up the film camera. “The film is rolling. Let’s make this a good take, you guys!”
Mindy wriggled her hips and Malcolm let her down slowly, gently, maneuvering her onto his rock-hard prick. She slid right onto his cock just like a nut slides onto a bolt. Wriggling her hips, she began to pump and buck. “Ohhhh, Malcolm! You fucking stud son-of-a-bitch!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with that elephant cock of yours, honey! Let me have it right in my tight little cunt, sweetheart I want it, baby! Let me have it!”
“Let her have it, Malcolm! Give it to her hard and fast! Fuck her standing up!” Bertram shouted with glee, his eyes transfixed as he watched the pair entwined and fucking.
“You bet!” Malcolm shrieked. He bent at the knees and gripped her firm ass-cheeks in his powerful hands. Powerfully, forcefully, he pulled her forward, ramming his prick deep into her cunt, his lengthy cock-shaft stirring the cunt-butter in her twat. “I’ll fuck you all right, bitch! You deserve a good fucking, and I’m just the man to do it! Right fucking now, you little bitch!” He slammed his prick deep into her cunt, pumping and hammering his cock hard into her wet pussy.
Bertram Havermeyer stood by, the camera running, capturing the whole sordid scene on film for his porno film fans. He grinned widely and laughed occasionally as he filmed the scene of Malcolm Reams and Mindy Mandringer – both were internationally renowned erotic film stars – fucking lewdly in the harshly lit room.
“Ohhhh, you fucking stud son-of-a-bitch!” Mindy rasped as she bucked, wriggling her hips, squirming and writhing on the end of his cock-shaft which was thrust up her pussy. “You damn bastard! Fuck me harder, you fucking ape! Give it to me! Shit! I don’t feel nothing yet, Malcolm!”
“Fuck you, bitch!” Malcolm snorted as he slammed his prick deep into her hot cunt. Pussy-juice streamed out of her tight twat, lubricating his cock as he slammed forward, burying his prick in her cunt. He was pissed off at Mindy. He turned to Bertram Havermeyer who was capturing everything on film. “What the fuck is her problem, Bertram? The bitch can’t be fucking satisfied! She’s a fucking cunt! A whore! A slut! She ain’t got no reason to be hassling me!”
“Fuck her, Malcolm!” Bertram exhorted his male star. “Don’t take no shit front the bitch! Let her have it! Show her who’s boss! She’s just a fucking cunt! Let the bitch have the whole fucking twelve inches! Show her what a real stud cock feels like, Malcolm!”
Mindy moaned and bucked. She wrapped her legs around Malcolm’s waist and dug her heels into his back. “Show me, Malcolm,” she said sarcastically. “You show me what it’s like to be fucked by the famous Malcolm Reams, well known porno star! Shit, you ain’t shown me nothing yet, you son of a bitch!”
“Why, you little cunt!” Malcolm bellowed. He gripped her ass-cheeks and brought her cunt down hard on his huge, hard prick. His cock slammed deep into her pussy and she moaned with delight.
He raised her up and slammed her down again, impaling her cunt on his hard cock. She moaned again. Again and again, he lifted the brunette bitch and dropped her hard on his quivering cock-shaft, cursing at her, railing at her, and calling her a bitch! “You bitch! You whore! You cock-sucker!” he shouted loudly. “I’m Malcolm Reams! I got the biggest prick in the whole fucking business. You got no right to hassle me, you cunt! I’ll make you suck my prick right fucking now!”
“No!” shouted Bertram Havermeyer. “Keep fucking her!” He stomped his foot to add emphasis. “If you two fuck up this scene, I’ll take it off your salaries! You hear me, Malcolm?”
“Listen to the director, Malcolm,” Mindy said curtly. “He’ll dock you if you fuck around with the scene, you bastard.”
“What I said goes for you, too, Mindy!” Bertram shouted. “You fuck up this scene, you’ll pay for it. You got it!”
He was really angry.
Sally, who watched from her spread-eagled position on the table, could see everything. She was stunned at the way the three people behaved. Fucking didn’t really mean anything to them. It was only necessary for Bertram to produce his porno film. These people didn’t even know the meaning of making love or even having sex.
Malcolm and Mindy were starting to really get into the fucking now. She was gasping and moaning as she jerked about on his cock-shaft which penetrated deep into her cunt. Malcolm was going wild with lust, thumping her with his prick, grabbing her ass-cheeks and slamming her down hard on his mighty cock-shaft. His powerful legs held him upright as he lifted her naked body high above him and slammed her down, his hips gyrating rhythmically as his cock slid up her pussy. It looked like he was hefting a mere doll into the air and then letting her drop down on his cock.
“Fuck you, you bitch!” Malcolm snorted as he dropped her, letting her cunt fall over his rock-hard, mammoth prick. He pumped his cock into her cunt three times in quick succession as he fucked the lewd brunette bitch. “Mmmmhhhh! Aaahhh!” he groaned, fucking her pussy with all his might. “Fuck you, you little whore! Bitch! Slut! If it wasn’t for Bertram, I’d make you suck my cock, you bitch!”
“Fuck you back. You asshole!” Mindy shouted. “That’s not my job. That’s what the little bitch on the torture table is here for, and I know it. You can’t pull that shit on me,
and you know it, Malcolm! I’ve been around!”
“Yeah, you’ve been around all right! All around my stiff prick, you bitch!” Malcolm snorted angrily as he fucked her hard and fast, pounding his prick into her cuntal depths, snarling at her angrily as he fucked her pussy.
Mindy began to twist and turn, bite and kick as Malcolm shoved his prick to the hilt in her hot pussy. “Mmmmhhhh! So fucking good!” she cooed restlessly.
Malcolm’s giant, stiff prick controlled the brunette bitch’s every movement. She jerked her hips and wriggled her ass in perfect unison with his hard, hammering cock-stabs into her hot, wet cunt. Lewd sucking and sloshing noises came from the friction of the man’s cock-shaft as his prick sank deep into her juice-slicked twat, pumping and sluicing in and out rapidly and powerfully.
“Unnhhhhh! Gonna… gonna come!” Malcolm shouted, alerting Bertram Havermeyer who strode forward to get a close shot of the climax.
Sally watched in total amazement, bewildered at the lewd manner in which the trio behaved. They appeared to have no sense of guilt, no sense of right and wrong. They were wholly immoral, and totally lacking any sense of propriety and decency. The brunette bitch named Mindy was bucking happily, jerking up and down, and fucking Malcolm with great pleasure. Sally shook her head with disgust, repulsed at the casual way that these people treated the sacred subject of sex. They were acting like animals! she thought. Sex-crazed animals! Looking over the shackles which bound her to the black leather torture table, she shuddered when she realized the hopelessness of her dreadful situation. There was no way in the world that she could free herself. She was forced to endure the subjugation and helplessness of her piteous position. They would not free her until they were good and ready.
Malcolm was fucking the brunette bitch – the foul-mouthed woman named Mindy – with such hard and frantic cock-thrusts that it looked like the woman’s cunt would be seriously injured. His prick was so thick and long – at least a foot long when hard – that Sally was afraid the brunette bitch would be hopelessly impaled on his prick when he slammed her cunt down. Sally winced as she watched in wide-eyed amazement. But she could see that Mindy was totally happy, thoroughly enjoying the ruthless fucking that Malcolm was giving her juicy, hot cunt. At the same time, Sally could feel her own cunt-juices beginning to churn and boil in her tight young twat. She tried to look away, to avert her eyes from the wanton display of lascivious sexuality, but the gasping sounds that Malcolm and Mindy uttered, and the whirring of the movie camera inevitably forced her to turn her head and watch.
“Oh, you fucking son of a bitch! Big Prick Malcolm Reams! Unnhhhhh! Mmmhhh! Give it to me, Malcolm! Give me all of your cock, you filthy fucking bastard! I can take it! I can take all of it! Give it to me! Unnhhhhh! Don’t stop now, you prick!” Mindy snarled, her long red-lacquered fingernails digging into the flesh of his muscular back, her heels kicking at his firm, rippling ass-cheeks. She was throwing her head from side to side, drops of sweat spilling onto the floor beneath her. Her dark brown hair whipped about, striking Malcolm’s face and neck. She was in a veritable frenzy, fucking like a minx, like a bitch in heat.
“I’ll give it to you, you cunt!” Malcolm rasped throatily as he thumped her, his prick slicing deep into her juicy, steaming cunt. “Unnhhhhh! Gonna… gonna come soon, you bitch!”
“Don’t you dare, Malcolm! Not yet!”
“Fuck you, bitch! Mmmhhh!” Suddenly, the big man ceased his hard fucking motions and glared into the distance. He seemed to be staring into a void, his eyes unseeing, looking far off into space, with a startling and strange glow in them. He appeared to be thinking long and hard about something. “G-gonna… gonna come!”
Mindy moaned, shouted aloud. “No! Not yet, you bastard! You can’t do this to me, I want to come. Don’t leave me hanging, you asshole!” She bent down and began to suck his neck, then she bit him hard.
Stiffening abruptly, he rose on the balls of his feet and jerked upward, his prick burrowing balls-deep into her hot cunt. “Now! Aaahhh!” he screamed loudly as a thick load of white-hot jism spewed out of his cock-slit and filled her pussy. He gripped her ass-cheeks tightly and slammed her cunt down on his spurting prick as his jism began to backwash out of her overflowing cunt. His cum drooled obscenely out of her twat, running down to the base of his cock-shaft and forming a foamy, sudsy lather on his pubic hairs. “Unnhhhhh! Nice cunt!”
“You bastard!” Mindy shrieked. “You didn’t wait for me!” Her eyes slit like razor blades as she spoke, her shrill voice readily conveying her deep felt sense of anger and frustration at failing to reach a climax. “Fucking asshole!”
Sally watched, transfixed, unable to avert her eyes from the lewd coupling. Sally shuddered when she saw Malcolm lift the brunette bitch high up into the air, his prick slipping out of her hot cunt.
His hard cock-shaft glistened in the harsh light, slippery and slimy and slick with a heady mixture of scalding jism and viscous cunt-butter. His cock-stand looked like an oiled spear. Malcolm set the woman down on the floor and backed away from her, his knees weak and trembling. The furious fucking had worn him out and he showed signs of fatigue as he staggered about.
“Stay on your feet, Malcolm,” Havermeyer instructed as he moved in closer, putting the lens of the camera a mere four inches away from Malcolm’s drooling cock which spit drops of jism onto the floor. The camera lens ran up and down the length of his dangling-pick and held for a long shut on his dripping cock-knob. “Okay, this is great! Now move over to the torture table and climb on. I want to see you straddle Sally’s face!”
“What for?” Sally screamed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her entire body quivered with revulsion. The last thing that she wanted was to have Malcolm straddling her face with his oozing cock.
“Damn!” Mindy interjected, sitting up on her haunches to get a better view of the action. “Make her lick the twat off of Malcolm’s cock. That’s real good box-office stuff!”
“Precisely!” Bertram said proudly. “Damn, Mindy! If you can learn to control your temper, you might make a good director some day.”
Bertram followed Malcolm with the camera, focusing closely on his drooling prick.
Malcolm Reams climbed up on the table and straddled Sally’s face. “Lick the cunt off of my cock, slut!” he snorted.
“I won’t!” she protested loudly, turning her face to the side in disgust.
“Make her do it, Malcolm,” Bertram said coldly.
“Yeah, make the slut do it! Make the little whore lick your cock!” Mindy shouted anxiously, rising and standing behind Bertram to get a close view.
Malcolm reached down and pulled her face up toward his cock. He slapped her hard and fast.
Sally reeled in pain, her cheeks flushed a crimson red from the wicked slapping. She felt stinging pangs of anger and remorse, and she knew that it would be futile – and perhaps dangerous – to refuse the man’s vile command. Her tongue flashed out and she licked the drooling tip of his prick, lapping at a thick drop of sticky jism that had formed on his cock-slit. His jism tasted salty and creamy, not entirely distasteful, but hardly yummy either. She could hear the continuous whir, ring of the movie camera getting louder as Bertram Havermeyer stepped in close. Sally imagined how lewd the scene would appear on celluloid.
“This is gonna make a nice take,” Bertram said coolly.
“Yeah, but wait until we get to the lezzy scenes. That’s when this film will really pick up!” Mindy stated with enthusiasm. “Then my fans will see me in my true glory!”
As Sally licked and slurped the tip of Malcolm’s bulbous and bloated cock-knob, she reflected on what the evil brunette bitch was saying. She didn’t understand. What did she mean by “lezzy scenes”? What did any of them mean? she wondered. Christ! she thought. They all spoke like they were big-shot Hollywood directors and actors. And Mindy, speaking about her fans! How ridiculous! How absurd! Or, could it be true? Did Mindy Mandringer really have fans?
It didn’t seem possible! No, these people were insane, with foolish delusions of grandeur. They made vile, filthy pornographic movies. She seemed to recall having heard the name of Malcolm Reams before, but she didn’t remember when or where. Her mind kept going over the phrase, “lezzy scenes”. Whatever it means, Sally knew that she wouldn’t like it.
She gulped down Malcolm’s jism with a sense of urgency, wanting this disgusting scene to end as soon as possible so that she could get some relief. She was locked into a terrible nightmare of brutal reality. She wished that somehow she would suddenly wake up and find that all of this was a mere dream. But she knew that it wasn’t a dream. This was reality, and it was truly shocking! Was this retribution for some evil thing that she had done in the past? Was God punishing her for her sins?
“That’s a good girl,” Malcolm said condescendingly as he backed away from her, his long, soft prick hanging down between his legs. Sally noticed that his low-hung balls had relaxed and were no longer clenched and constricted. She could smell the pungent aroma of cum and sex and sweat that permeated the air of the, room. “You did real good,” Malcolm complimented her, scratching his balls and sliding off the table.
“Yeah, that’ll look real good on the silver screen,” Bertram Havermeyer groaned.
“Now, can we get on with the lezzy scenes?” Mindy Mandringer said eagerly, her eyes brightening as she glowered down at Sally who lay stretched out and shackled on the torture table. “You’ll get a real kick out of the lezzy scenes, slut. Ha! Ha! Ha!” Mindy cackled and Bertram and Malcolm joined in laughing, enjoying some private joke that Sally was unable to share.
“Now, now,” Bertram said in a fatherly tone of voice. “We don’t want to spring too many new things on Sally all at once. Let’s go in the living room and have a drink. We’ll give her a breather for a while. Besides, I want to discuss the next few scenes with the two of you.”
Sally tensed her muscles, frightened of being left alone, spread-eagled and shackled to the torture table. “P-please,” she whimpered softly, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, “will you release me? I won’t run away, I promise.” She pouted as she spoke, shooting Bertram Havermeyer a look of unabashed sincerity. “I-I’m scared to stay in here all alone.”
