Dark Desire
by Germany Gibson
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2011 Germany Gibson
Published by Burping Frog Publishing
Detroit, Michigan
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Chapter 1
The town was dying. It was no secret, everyone sensed its approaching demise. Torrance could see it in their frightened eyes. The place was bleeding out, like a man with a gut shot. It just took a while before death embraced its victim.
The allure of Mexico was the bullet. Cheap labor and higher profits lured the biggest employer south. Its previous home was now nothing but a silent steel shell, its windows smashed by an angry populace that felt betrayed. Its loss had a damaging ripple effect. Many small businesses failed. Jobs had grown scarce.
There was a panic in the air. Desperate citizens scrambled for a way out, hoping for a fresh start. But that took money, and with the local economy plummeting, hard cash was a commodity difficult to come by. But Torrance wasn’t scared. Hell, he wasn’t even nervous. In these, the worst of times, there was always someone that managed to find a silver lining. And this time, that someone was him.
Fifteen miles away business was booming at the twenty-four hour truck stop Torrance owned along the interstate leading into and out of Mexico. It was nothing new or fancy, and simply offered travelers the usual amenities. Cheap fuel was only a draw to get them to stop. He made most of his profit from the convenience store and restaurant inside.
His old man opened the joint up years earlier. After Torrance finished high school he was ready for adventure and to get as far away from small-town life as possible. After ten years and more than a couple of brushes with the law, he grew tired of the military. He drifted from one end of the country to the other, looking for something to do with his lonely life. A dozen years later he found his way back home.
By this time the old man was tired and ready to turn the keys over to him. It wasn’t long before Torrance made his mark. The first thing he did was run off those old, tired waitresses. Then he brought in some fresh blood. His father was loyal to the workers, and was at odds with Torrance over the change.
But once the truckers got a look at the eighteen and nineteen year-old cuties in the mandatory short skirts and tight tops, word spread and business grew even more. And when the girls realized how good the tips could be, they learned to flirt and work the crowd of regulars for every penny they could squeeze out of the horny men.
Torrance was sitting at a booth. He watched the gleeful truckers sneaking their hands up the backs of skirts, copping quick feels. The girls would act shocked and playfully slap at them. It was all a game, and after a time the men got even bolder, grabbing at their tempting, perky boobs as well.
Watching the scene unfold had gotten him quite aroused. Torrance’s cock was awake, restless, and stirring. This was when he noticed Liz.
Liz was a recent addition. He did it as a favor, but liked having the red-haired eighteen year-old around just the same. After firing her mother the family was financially devastated. His father interceded and demanded that Torrance at least hire the youngest daughter. Against his better judgment Torrance begrudgingly conceded. It turned out better than he ever could have hoped for.
She had a cute face and a gorgeous body. And most of it was visible thanks to his strict dress code. Liz elected not to wear a bra and her naturally firm, perky breasts jiggled temptingly beneath the blouse, all but visible. Torrance’s gaze was drawn to her long, shapely legs and tight ass as she worked her assigned tables.
While refilling coffee at a booth where four men were sitting, one of them grabbed her. She giggled as her body fell onto his lap, straddling one leg facing away from him. Torrance saw a hand grasping a boob and lightly squeezing on it several times. Another snuck under the front of her skirt and appeared to fondle her pussy for a few moments. Liz playfully scolded the men after getting back up. They were all laughing.
When she stopped by and refilled his coffee, Torrance grasped her free hand by the wrist. The cute redhead looked down and smiled warmly at her new boss. She sensed that he wanted something, but had no idea what that might be.
“Can I help you?” Liz asked.
“Do you like working here?” he inquired.
Her smile widened. The girl looked so pretty with her full upturned lips and her light blue eyes sparkling like they were. When the possibility that she may have done something wrong surfaced in her mind, Liz gasped and looked shocked. Tears moistened her eyes as she imagined herself losing the one job she’d been extremely lucky to land in the first place.
“Yes, I love it here,” the frightened teen responded in a choked voice.
He stood up and motioned for her to join him. Liz reluctantly sat down on the bench seat and scooted in. Torrance joined the young waitress, pinning her between his body and the wall. Her lithe form nervously quivered. Torrance smiled warmly. He loved how scared the young ones got when faced with an uncertain future that he was in full control of.
Torrance’s right arm reached around her back and clutched Liz’s right upper arm. His left shifted across his body and grabbed her left upper arm. He squeezed her body under the pretense of providing a supportive hug. As he did, the back of his fingers rubbed against the outer portions of her small but upright swells. He felt the warmth of them through the thin top. His hands moved up and down, simultaneously caressing her slender arms and the firm mounds.
He glanced down and confirmed that both nipples were hard. The swollen tips eagerly pressed against the tight fabric that covered them. Through the thin blouse he could quite clearly distinguish the size, shape, and light pink color of the alluring peaks.
Her head turned, facing him. Liz appeared desperate. “Please, if I’ve done anything wrong ...”
Torrance smiled. He had the girl exactly where he wanted her. When she saw him smiling her tensed body relaxed slightly, but she remained guarded and suspicious of his motives.
“Relax, you’re doing fine,” he assured her. “How much are you taking home, anyway?”
Liz shifted uncomfortably on the padded bench seat. She was aware of his fingers insistently rubbing on the outside curvature of her breasts and wondered if he was doing it intentionally. Her flared nipples and puffy areolas excitedly throbbed. She found that the tingling warmth it stirred in her lower belly was quite distracting and made it difficult to concentrate.
“Enough,” she responded evasively.
The hand on her right arm let go. It lifted up and dangled over her right shoulder. The tips of several fingers lightly brushed over the enlarged nipple. The action triggered arousing jolts of excitement. Liz’s pulse and breathing quickened.
Now she knew that the boss was toying with her. The answers to his questions only served as reminders to Liz of what she’d be losing if she refused to cooperate. She’d hoped the other girls had only been kidding about him; now she realized how serious the rumors actually were.
Liz was jittery, acting like a cornered animal. Her eyes nervously darted around the room for help that would not be forthcoming. When her gaze connected with the other waitresses the girls quickly looked away.
“They know,” she quietly muttered to herself as her blue eyes moistened. Liz felt her heart rapidly sinking. Her body began shaking uncontrollably.
The dangling fingers cupped the warm swell and tenderly squeezed on the soft, perky mound. His thumb prodded the pulsating nub. As hard as she fought to hold back the tears, a single one cascaded down her right cheek.
Torrance watched as it traveled over the smooth skin and fell from the bottom of her jaw. His eyes were drawn to its seemingly random direction of travel, influenced by forces that his eyes could not see. A grin formed on his lips as it suddenly occurred to him how closely life imitated the simplest of all things.
“Please ... I have customers to serve,” Liz reminded him in a final desperate attempt to gain her freedom.
His left hand released the other arm and was placed on her bare upper thigh. It lightly caressed the smooth skin before easing between her legs.
She frantically lifted her gaze to his eyes. “No!”
Her body quaked as he separated her legs. His hand disappeared under the skirt. Fingertips traced along the outline of her pussy lips through Liz’s panties. She began moaning so softly that the tiny gasps were barely perceptible.
Her hands reached down and tightly grasped Torrance’s right wrist. He guessed her initial thought was to push him away, but when her mind considered the possible repercussions, she stopped short of denying her body to him. Finding herself in an ambiguous position Liz instead pulled his hand forward and pressed the palm against her aroused sex. The teen gasped and tensed when his entire hand embraced her awakened young cunt.
Torrance could feel the wet heat emanating through the fabric of her panties. His fingers shifted up to the elastic waistband and then pressed underneath. His fingers sifted through the soft curls of pubic hair. After sinking lower he contacted her bare pussy. The teen’s hips subconsciously made slight thrusting motions, eagerly grinding her sex upon the probing fingers. Juice leaked from her aroused center, coating the outer folds with wetness.
“I can’t ... we shouldn’t ... oh, no, no ...” She started to frantically whisper a list of reasons why she shouldn’t be doing this with him, but her reeling mind couldn’t grasp the elusive thoughts that floated around in her brain like darting fish in a bowl.
He grinned as he pushed a middle finger into her hot slit. The fingers around his wrist instantly tightened. Liz’s young body stiffened as her hips desperately pumped harder. The girl was really wet now. Torrance could detect the unmistakable aroma of a woman in heat. His cock was fully awake. It anxiously throbbed in his pants. Torrance was eager to nail his precious employee.
“Come on, we’re going to my office,” he whispered into her ear.
Her head nodded in refusal. “No, no, I can’t ... I’m waiting on tables ... my shift doesn’t end for another three hours ... please, don’t make me do this!”
The look of fear in her tear-moistened eyes only served to amplify his delight. Torrance’s excitement fed off his position of dominance.
Torrance stood up. “Pick another girl to cover for you. Be sure and tell her to keep those tips separate, because they belong to you. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He sat at his cluttered desk and waited for her to knock. She kept him waiting long enough to get him started thinking what he’d do if she didn’t show. The girls were usually scared their first time, so he gave Liz a little more leeway than he would have some of the others that had visited the office before. Knowing how girls that age were, the others were probably giving Liz some last-minute advice.
The knock finally came. As the door opened Liz’s pretty face nervously peeked inside. Torrance gestured the girl forward. Her gait was reluctant. Each step was tentative and uncertain. He waved again, reassuring her with a warm smile. Her demeanor was cautious as the distance between them closed. He grasped both of her hands and gently guided her onto his lap. She faced him with her legs straddling his thighs.
“You know you want this, right?”
Liz fearfully bit down on her lower lip. Her moist, pale blue eyes looked into his. There was a brief delay before she finally acknowledged his question. Her head moved up and down twice. They both knew it was a lie.
“Of course you do, we both do,” Torrance falsely claimed in a calm tone. “Is this your first time with a man?”
Most of the other waitresses were in their early twenties when they were hired on at the restaurant. By that age many of them had already been sexually active. There were two exceptions. He had really enjoyed opening them up to the pleasures of sexual intercourse.
He was curious about Liz’s answer, although he was fairly certain what it would be. She initially seemed shy and lacking in confidence, but the job seemed to have made a positive impact on her evolving personality.
As soon as he asked, her eyes dropped down. Torrance wondered what was going on in that mind of hers. What was she thinking? Her gaze lifted, returned to his eyes, and she nodded up and down. His excitement peaked knowing that he’d discovered another virgin. Deflowering this one would be especially joyful.
“You look uncomfortable in that tight blouse. Take it off.”
After a period of hesitation both hands lifted. Soft, trembling fingers nervously reached for the top button. Her head turned to the right as she worked the plastic disk free from its home. Liz gasped as she felt the blouse loosen slightly.
His hand grasped her chin, gently rotating her face forward. “You have amazing eyes. Let me look at them while you do that.”
Her hands lowered to the next button. The task was becoming harder, not easier. Her heart raced as the tips of her long digits worked the button free. The top sagged more. The two sides pulled further apart, widening the aperture. Torrance glanced down and gazed at the inside halves of her perky swells. The nipple shafts were still covered, but he detected the slightest hint of her puffy pink areolas. It was an inspiring sight.
She hated him for making her do this. Liz also despised her body for how it was reacting. The nipples were hard and eagerly throbbed, wanting to be touched. Juice was flowing between her legs. The smell of her aroused sex was in the air, betraying her unwilling readiness.
“Please, don’t make me,” she pleaded. A single tear rolled down her left cheek.
“You said you wanted to,” he reminded the lovely, frightened girl. “You’re doing it yourself. I’m not making you do anything, am I?”
She rolled her eyes upward as she struggled to find the courage to speak her mind. “We both know I’ll get fired, right? Isn’t that what happens to girls that don’t play along with you?”
“I would never fire you for not doing this,” Torrance quickly pointed out.
Liz shook her head in disbelief and half-smiled. Yeah, the bastard wouldn’t say she was being fired for not fucking him. There were enough other excuses that could be claimed for doing that. He was so transparent. Liz knew this would happen. The writing was on the wall from the first day she started. The other girls had warned her it was only a matter of time.
“Well? Do you want to, or not?” he pressed her.
“Yeah, sure, why not,” she finally blurted out as she was overwhelmed with a sense of dread and reluctant acceptance. “I’m gonna lose it to somebody, right? Why not to you?”
“There you go, I like that attitude I’m seeing, young lady.” He spoke the words in an encouraging voice.
“I bet you do, you bastard,” Liz whispered as her emotions continued to build.
He eyed her suspiciously. “What did you just say?”
“I said I hope you like my tits,” she responded as the last two buttons were quickly popped apart and her quivering hands angrily pulled the blouse wide open. “Is this what you want?”
Torrance leaned very close to her face. His warm breath rushed over her smooth cheeks, smelling of stale coffee. He stared into those uncertain eyes. Her brief emotional outburst was just a brief transitory act of defiance. He saw the soul of a frightened angel helplessly quivering inside that incredible body. Once intimidated, her entire form began trembling uncontrollably.
He gloated. His hands gently cupped her warm face, tilting it to his left. His rotated right as he kissed that succulent mouth. Torrance’s tongue pushed against her closed lips. After a few seconds Liz’s mouth opened wide. His wet tendril eagerly filled her small mouth. He explored the sweet, warm cavern and intermittently entwined with her writhing tongue. The hesitant embrace soon turned passionate. She softly moaned into his mouth.
His left hand moved to the back of her neck. The other dropped down, squeezing on a bare swell. The breast was so soft, yet firm. He could feel its wondrous warmth. Her body twitched as he pinched on the swollen peak. It was vibrating and straining with forbidden excitement.
Torrance knew about dames. Their ages didn’t matter much. Dames were dames. They put up a big ruckus about not appreciating his sexual advances, but in the end their bodies were all juicy and riled up when he got there. He reasoned that if they were so obstinate, they wouldn’t give in easy like they always did. The promise of opportunity was funny like that. It changed things.
Liz was no different. Sure, she cried at first and begged him not to make her do things. As if he was making the poor girl do something she objected to. Her gorgeous body said different in the end. It just took a few minutes of deep, heated tongue kissing and squeezing on her silky soft tits before she was hotter than a two-dollar pistol. That girl was writhing in his lap and couldn’t wait for him to nail her. Liz might tell somebody different, but she yearned for his hard prick at that moment.
Her breasts were about the finest he’d ever fondled. They were soft yet resilient. Torrance kneaded the mounds harder. He teased the pulsating nipples and puffy, dimpled areolas. She squirmed and groaned when he touched them like that. Yeah, the dame had just been playing hard to get all along. She probably couldn’t wait for Torrance to pick her out of the crowd for his “special treatment”.
His right hand lowered and pressed against her crotch. Liz’s juice had soaked clean through the panties, and it was hot to the touch. Torrance’s cock swelled even larger. He was anxious to feel her sex wrapped around him, but wanted to make the special moment last. His fingers traced along the outer lips. Her moans became frantic cries. Liz instinctively tried pulling away, but his left arm moved around her waist and prevented her retreat. There was no way that Torrance would be denied ... not now.
Wetness coated his probing fingers as they fondled her pussy through the soiled panties. He felt along the seam formed by the outer folds and savored the feel of her luscious flesh. His mouth abandoned their feverish kissing. Torrance’s lips blazed a meandering path down the side of her neck to the base, and then dropped down to an ignored nipple. He sucked hard on the peak. Liz practically jumped off his lap as exquisite tingling jolts surprised her eager body.
Her hands grasped the back of his head. Loud, breathless, desperate cries were shamelessly emitted. Torrance had patiently worked the nubile vixen into a sexual frenzy that craved for only one thing. The other girls were asking for it by now. Not Liz, though. She was a stubborn dame. If nothing else, he respected that about her.
“Tell me what you want, Liz, and we can enjoy the rest of this,” he said temptingly.
Her head shook from side to side in adamant refusal. “No, please, I can’t do this!”
“You can’t afford not to, we both know that.” His truthful words were chilling. Tears welled up in her eyes again as the realization settled in her mind that he would never take no for an answer.
His right hand pulled away from her hot pussy and reached into a pants pocket. He withdrew a pocket knife. With a flick of a button the shiny blade instantly jumped out. Her body noticeably tensed as her eyes fearfully fixated on the shiny, sharpened steel.
“Relax; your pussy is what I’m after.”
He reached the extended blade under the skirt, cutting away the panties. Torrance retracted them like a prized trophy, sniffing at the individualized scent as he waved it before his face.
After pushing the closed knife and panties into a pocket, his lips attached to the other nipple. His wet tongue swirled and mouth sucked hard on the swollen tip. The stimulation had her groaning and wildly writhing. His right hand moved to her cunt. The fingers pushed into the juicy slit and rubbed the velvet-smooth valley walls. The bare flesh felt so much better than stroking her through the thin fabric.
Liz’s eyes closed. She repeatedly moaned “No, no, no,” as her mind wrestled with an awakened and needy body.
She heard a zipping sound followed by a rustling of clothing. Liz swallowed hard, frightened as never before. Her untouched body was on the brink of being invaded, and a part of her wanted him to. She could’ve run. Her mind screamed out for her body to do precisely that, but it remained in place, tempting him with the promise of sex.
Her hands lowered, blindly groping for his pulsating cock. The tips of her long fingers delicately explored an aroused man for her first time. She was tempted to look, but her fear was too great. Liz wasn’t sure what she’d do once her gaze fixated on Torrance’s penis. At first she was startled when her digits found the thick, hot cum that oozed from the bulbous head. But she was soon spreading it around, curiously playing with it.
His hand grasped her right wrist. Torrance guided the hand up toward her mouth. Liz instinctively knew what he wanted.
“No, don’t,” she resisted, but he painfully twisted her wrist until she finally relented.
Liz reluctantly thrust the cum-smeared fingers into her mouth. Her face winced as she simultaneously smelled the musk odor and tasted the strong salty flavor.
Torrance closed his legs and pulled her body forward on his thighs. He stopped when the shaft of his vertical penis throbbed against her wet slit. A finger rubbed on the enlarged clitoris. Her response was immediate. Liz’s cries intensified once again, even louder than before. Leaking juice coated the length of the underside of his cock as it slowly moved up and down. Wetness dripped over his hairy sacs.
For her the teasing had become torturous. Every part of her luscious form was sensitized to his touch. If there was a part of her body that could swell or puff up, it now strained. The outer folds of her pussy were parted like the petals of a flower eager for the sun’s rays. Her ravishing form glistened with perspiration. Strands of red hair were pasted to her face and neck. Each breath was labored as she fought an internal struggle that her body was destined to win.
His hands grasped her breasts, rubbing on the flared tips.
“No, please don’t do this!” she exclaimed as her mind rebelled, desperate to save her virginity.
He pivoted her body at the knees and raised her up. His hands shifted to her slender hips, guiding her down onto his cock. Liz powerfully shuddered as the head of his penis slid into position at the entrance to her aching void. She placed her arms on his chest and tried pushing away, but he easily overpowered her slight strength.
“Don’t fight me, we both know what you want,” he announced in a stern tone. “You need this job, Liz. I’m saving you from yourself. You’ll thank me later.”
“Please, no!” she cried out.
Her pleas were heard beyond the door, but the other girls ignored them. They knew all too well what was happening in Torrance’s office, and knew better than to interfere. The girls were sympathetic, but they’d all gone through the same initiation. There was no avoiding it if a girl wanted to keep her job. The best way to help Liz was by pretending not to hear her cries.
Liz continued her frantic struggle. She rotated her slender hips, dislodging his prick and pushing it out of position. When she saw the look of intense anger appear on his face, it frightened her more than anything else.
“Put it back!” he demanded.
Liz cringed. She’d never seen a person as raging mad before. Liz trembled with a fear so intense she could taste it in her mouth. She knew better than to resist or defy him any further. With shaking hands she grasped his cock and gently guided it back into her juicy slit. She shifted her hips up and down until she felt the bulbous tip pressing at her virgin orifice.
She looked into his frightening eyes a final time, as if hoping to find the tiniest bit of compassion somewhere in his cold heart and begged, “Please, don’t.”
Liz felt sudden pressure as his swollen prick pushed upward against the juicy opening. It was followed by a sharp stinging as the tiny orifice widened. The muscle stretched over the flared tip as he pulled down on her hips. Finally the walls of her sex moved over the widest part of the crown and drew the entire head inside.
“Ahhh!” she gasped aloud as her young female body embraced a man for the very first time. “It hurts so much!”
Torrance pulled out and slowly pushed back in again. He enjoyed hearing her gasps as the large tip speared into her hot, juicy cunt. Liz briefly winced as he tore through her cherry. Tears formed in her closed eyes as she shed the last vestige of innocence that she’d adamantly clung to until now. Salty wetness streaked down her face.
“Yeah, that’s right, it hurts,” he confirmed, grinning.
Torrance’s hips thrust harder, driving his cock deeper into the constricted flesh. It reluctantly surrendered to his steel-hard penis and he advanced further into the tight sheath. Wet heat and incredible pressure surrounded his pulsating organ.
“Oh! Oh!” Liz exclaimed as her body jerked with each powerful motion. “I can’t take any more! No, please!”
Dames could never make up their minds. First they’re saying no, then pulling his cock into position, and then telling him to stop. It was a damned lucky thing for them that Torrance knew what they really wanted, and was smart enough not to listen to every little thing they said. He just smiled and inched his prick even deeper into the gorgeous, writhing teen. Hot juice bathed his penis and balls.
Her pussy could take him. Dames were designed for that simple task. It might hurt a bit, but after a while she’d enjoy it. Torrance figured he was doing her a favor. There was nothing like a little intimidation to get a girl beyond her fear of the unknown. She wouldn’t have to be afraid of losing her cherry any more, now would she? There were so many other things in life to be afraid of. She’d learn that soon enough.
His cock rammed upwards as his hands pulled her body down. Her protests had dissolved into breathless gasps and sharp cries as he stretched her cunt wide and finally sank his full length into her gyrating form. When he hesitated at that point, throbbing inside of her, those pale blue eyes opened and looked at him as if to question why he had stopped.
A hand grasped the back of her neck and squeezed. Liz winced. “As long as you work here, you’re mine. All you girls are. This is just the first time, Liz. It won’t be the last. Is that understood?”
The look of fear returned. The sparkling orbs grew moist again as she nodded her head in understanding. Torrance figured that she already knew, but it had to be said. Misunderstandings caused hard feelings, and he certainly didn’t want any of those complications.
She looked so beautiful right at that moment. Maybe it was the look of surrender in her pale blue eyes, her flushed cheeks, or those luscious lips. Or maybe it was the whole package. She looked like one of those Japanese anime cartoons, except she wasn’t Asian. You know, like the ones that look scared as they’re on the verge of being unwillingly taken by a much older man.
Torrance gently cupped her smooth cheeks, tilted his head, and kissed Liz’s mouth. His thick tongue filled that sweet opening and swirled around inside. Her wet muscle sprung to life and feverishly rubbed against his. She moaned into his mouth.
After several moments he withdrew. Torrance saw the slight smile on her lips before it disappeared. Liz lifted up, softly moaning as his cock pulled out of her body. She elevated until only the tip remained.
His arms shifted under hers and curled back, allowing his hands to clutch her shoulders. When he felt her body descending, his arms pulled down as his hips thrust upward. He burrowed all the way in using one long stroke. Liz’s lips opened and she cried out in pleasure. Her lovely face contorted in joyous expressions. She rose up again, initiating the fucking.
Dames; he knew them better than they knew themselves. After all the sobbing and the big show of reluctance, it turned out that she was fucking him, not the other way around. He was just helping with the effort, that was all. In the end the bitch wanted his cock, just like all the others.
The tempo of her motions rapidly increased. Liz raised and lowered as her flowing essence lubricated her love chamber. Torrance filled and stretched her sore cunt again and again. Her heavy breathing grew into breathless gasps. Her loud, desperate cries filled the room.
“Ohhh, it hurts ... no ...” she weakly groaned.
“Yeah, take it,” Torrance grunted as he pounded into her pussy hard. His eyes admired her bouncing boobs and their swollen tips. “Your pussy ... is ... so hot ... and tight. Oh, fuck yeah!”
They were both getting overheated from the physical workout. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on their shimmering skin. It dripped down her naked form and soaked into the collar and armpits of his wrinkled shirt.
The pleasure created by Torrance’s thrusting cock was undeniable. She gasped aloud as his large penis filled and refilled her hot, juicy sex. Her young body quaked as their aroused bodies collided. Her breasts randomly danced like puppets on a string. Torrance cherished the contortions of her lovely face as it displayed the ecstasy she was experiencing.
Liz hated Torrance for forcing himself on her, and was doubly ashamed at how her body was reacting to the mistreatment. Tingling heat radiated through her young body, awakened and taken for the first time in her short life. The joyous sensations that rippled through her vibrating flesh were amazing to her.
“Oh! Oh, no!” she groaned in response to the building excitement. “Your cock ... so big ... please! Uhnn! Uhnn!”
Her writhing body finally tightened. Her stiff form clenched hard as she climaxed. A surge of fresh juice soaked his driving cock and dripped over his hairy, bouncing balls. A hand moved up to a silky swell. He squeezed on the jiggling breast and pulsating nipple while continuing to hammer her glorious cunt with powerful thrusts. For several seconds she flailed on his lap, savoring the incredible tingling jolts of sexual release with a man for the first time.
Liz was young, untouched, tight, hot, wet, and ravishing. Those were all the qualities that Torrance looked for in his women. He openly admired her flushed, sweaty face and beautiful, perky chest as he pummeled her cunt with his stiff prick. She was an amazing girl and he savored the chance of nailing her.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispered breathlessly as he thrust his swollen cock fully inside and tried pushing deeper.
The juicy canal felt wonderful to his throbbing penis. Liz’s cunt soon had him on the verge of climax. Her muscle was tightly wrapped around his width. It seemed as if her body was milking him for the seed his balls contained. Torrance groaned in pleasure as his balls were filled with tingling pressure.
Torrance enjoyed the brief sensations of delight as his semen began to rise. He pushed deeply into her exploited sex, twitching as the sensitized head traveled along the length of her luscious center. He grunted in delight. The pleasure intensified as he ejaculated a stream of thick, milky cum. He jerked and grunted each time his prick ejected successive wads of seed until his sacs were finally drained of all they contained.
After he lifted her up off his cock and onto his legs, Liz shimmied backwards off him. She silently collected her clothing as he admired her body a final time. With her back to him she quickly dressed.
“I gave you exactly what you wanted,” he reminded her. Torrance didn’t want any complications, like some confused dame claiming she wasn’t a willing participant in the act. He’d been lucky so far.
“Don’t worry,” she snapped back. “We both got what we wanted, right?”
Torrance reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He removed two twenty dollar bills. “I’m an up-front guy. Here, this should cover the tips you may have missed out on.”
As she accepted the cash her eyes gazed down at his softening penis.
He smiled. “Don’t worry; you’ll be seeing it again.”
Liz scoffed. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Chapter 2
Torrance had a cot set up in one corner of his office. He spent many a night sleeping there at the restaurant. His house was a silent shell that offered little more than privacy. He had dozed off for a few hours but was awake shortly after midnight. He could hear the steady throb of the diesel rigs idling out front. His was a favorite and appropriate place for them to stop for the night, and each one added to his growing profit.
He walked into a small attached bathroom and splashed water onto his face. Torrance sat at his desk and turned on the gooseneck lamp. After a few moments he decided that he wasn’t in the mood to sift through the waiting papers, so Torrance wandered into the main dining area for a cup of coffee. Angela, Trinity, and Beth were on shift.
There were two guys sitting quietly at the long Formica-topped counter. Angela picked up a pot of coffee and refilled their cups. When she saw Torrance she smiled in a friendly manner. After grabbing a clean cup she served her boss.
His eyes admired the slender brunette. He’d nailed her twice since she started five months earlier. She was no virgin, not when she arrived there, that had been quite clear. At least she knew that she wanted his cock. Angela didn’t make any show of it. She had been quite willing to pay her dues in exchange for the job. She was a smart dame, more intelligent than most. He liked that about her.
Her brown hair dangled halfway down her back. It was weaved into a long ponytail and was nicely styled in the front. She had a cute face, too, with big brown eyes. As she approached he noticed the jiggling swells beneath the thin blouse. He could make out the raised contours of her nipples poking through the fabric. The flat stomach was exposed. Torrance admired the shiny silver bellybutton piercing.
Angela had great legs, too. They were lightly tanned and nicely toned. All of his girls did their best to keep themselves in tip-top shape. He wasn’t the only one that appreciated that.
“How are tips tonight?”
The waitress wrinkled her nose. “Not so good. It’s slow.”
Torrance scooted over. “Have a seat.”
She was suspicious of his motives but willingly complied. Torrance gulped down half the cup. The hot coffee warmed his chest and stomach
“How’s the boyfriend? Joe, is it?” he inquired as he made light conversation.
Angela shook her head from side to side. “Men are jackasses. And you’re no different, Torrance. They’re only out for one thing, and that’s what we have between our legs. At least you’re up front about it. I’ll give you that.”
“Pussy is what life’s all about,” Torrance remarked. “Dames got it, and we want it.”
“Trouble is, once a guy has it, he wants even more,” she complained. “And when he finds another, there’s more after that. It’s like an endless cycle.”
He nodded his understanding as he tilted the cup and drank the remainder. “Want to step out back and burn one?”
Angela shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. “I’m trying to quit.”
Torrance reached into his pocket and fished out an open pack. He flashed it to her. The thought was admittedly tempting. Angela glanced around the dining room.
“Come on, it’s slow.”
She finally consented. “What the hell.”
They walked around the counter, through the kitchen where a short-order chef sat reading a pulp fiction novel, and out the back door. They sat on top of a picnic table side by side with their feet on the wood plank seat. Angela leaned back with her elbows on the table and looked up at the moonlit sky.
“It’s a full one tonight,” she commented.
Torrance retrieved the cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one for her and placed it between her lips. Angela closed her eyes and sucked in, filling her lungs with the flavored smoke. She hadn’t had one in several days and found it very satisfying. When she breathed out, a cloud of white lingered in the surrounding air.
He lit one for himself as he admired her moonlit body. The way she was sitting emphasized the swell of her breasts. When he imagined sucking and squeezing on them his penis stirred. His eyes moved down to the piercing. It glowed in the reflected light.
“Do you realize that you’re a hero to some of the guys in town?” Angela revealed.
Torrance was shocked. “Me? Really?”
“To some, like Joe and his type,” she explained. “Word gets out, especially in a small town. There are rumors about the kinds of things that go on out here. Sexual things, you know. Guys like Joe are jealous as hell. He can only imagine being able to nail all the cute girls you have.”
He grew curious. “You said to some. What about the others?”
“You’re an egotistical, out of control bastard that needs to be stopped,” she answered. “Most don’t believe what they hear, but a few that do think that way. My parents asked me about it a few months back and I told them that none of it was true. They were satisfied.”
“Thanks.”
Angela looked over at him in surprise. “I didn’t say that for your sake. I happen to think it’s true. I just didn’t want them harassing me about working here. I need the job.”
“I happen to think it’s true” wasn’t immediately clear if referring to the rumors or what she’d said about them.
The conversation fell silent as they gazed up at the stars. Their hands intermittently raised the burning cigarettes to their lips. Torrance tamped his out and field-stripped the filter. That was a habit the military had taught him. Angela curiously watched him as she took a final drag. She’d seen him do it before. She flicked her glowing butt onto the ground.
Their bodies were separated by about a foot. Torrance looked over at her with a grin on his face. “Come here, beautiful.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “I’ve paid my dues, Torrance.”
“I thought you said you need the job?” he reminded her. The threat was implied.
She chuckled. “You may have the other girls intimidated, but not me. I don’t buy your threat. You need us, Torrance; every last one. The town’s running dry of our kind.”
A surprised and concerned look appeared on his face.
Angela looked skyward again. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. The more time you spend chasing them, the less time you have to bother me.”
He closed the distance. His right arm moved around her shoulders as the fingers of his left lightly stroked a bare inner thigh.
“Dames like being bothered from time to time; even you.”
She wasn’t sure why she allowed it. Maybe because it felt good, Angela guessed. Her legs shifted further apart. The unspoken invitation was readily accepted. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as the tips of his fingers lightly caressed an inner thigh. Angela’s body began quivering. She softly gasped as his mouth moved to an ear. Hot breath rushed over it as his extended tongue traced along the circular ridges.
“Oh ... I love it when you do that,” she confessed.
“I know,” he whispered.
Angela cringed as his tongue pushed into the auditory canal. Warm saliva bathed her ear. His fingers inched higher, moving beneath the short skirt. One ever so lightly traced the outline of her pussy lips through the thin panties. A thrilling rush of excitement surged through her form. Tingling heat formed in her supple loins. Her nipples swelled and hardened.
“What do the others say about me when I’m not around?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. They don’t waste their time. You’re nothing more than a necessary evil on their way to a juicy paycheck. But they do have a nickname for you. Have you heard it?”
Torrance shook his head. “I guess not.”
She smiled, amused as she thought of it. The name was very apropos for him. “They call you the ‘Cherry Picker’.”
He softly laughed. “The Cherry Picker,” he repeated. “I like that. I would’ve thought they’d have come up with something more degrading, given their distaste for me.”
He could feel the wet heat emanating from her sex. A finger burrowed under the elastic panty leg and touched the bare lips. Angela twitched and softly groaned. It pushed into the juicy slit and teased her swollen clitoris. Her nubile body shuddered.
“Uhmm ... you’re being very naughty, you know.”
Torrance breathed heavily into her ear a final time before kissing a trail to her lips. She turned toward him. His mouth covered hers. Their writhing tongues embraced, silencing her words. The wet tendrils passionately entwined.
“I know what you dames want,” he softly whispered in an overly confident tone as his cock eagerly throbbed inside his pants. “And I have it.”
“You have it,” Angela agreed, “but it’s not what you think.”
He laughed. “Oh, so you mean all they want is what’s in my back pocket instead of the front?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re quick, Torrance. It took a girl for you to see that? After, what, a year or more? You may have a big one, but believe me, your cock ain’t all that.”
“It still tastes good,” he said as his hands cupped the top of her head and pushed it towards his crotch.
“Do you want me to fight you like the virgins do?” she inquired in an unusually playful voice.
Torrance considered it. He did like the way they resisted. It turned him on. He decided, “Yeah, that’d be good.”
A sexy smile briefly crossed her lips before turning into a fearful frown.
“Please, don’t make me do this!” she exclaimed, resisting the downward pressure his hands were applying.
“Unzip my pants,” he instructed in a calm but firm voice.
After a delay he felt her fingers on his crotch. His cock swelled even larger against the confining slacks as she fumbled with the zipper. He heard a metallic noise and felt the tight pants slightly loosening. His erect prick shifted, rising through the open aperture. He moved his hands from her head to the back of her hands and pressed her soft fingers against the bulge in his underpants. His leaking semen had soaked through the thin cotton and smeared against her fingertips as he forced her to fondle the straining tip.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked. “You’re making it real hard. You like how it feels, don’t you?”
“I’m scared, don’t make me,” she protested in a weak, broken whisper.
Torrance smiled, impressed with her effective role-playing ability. She sounded just like the virgins he’d fucked. It wasn’t much of a stretch to imagine she was another conquest.
“I’m not making you do anything you don’t want to,” he assured her as he had all the others. “You could make me stop if you really wanted.”
Her fingers hesitantly squeezed on the enlarged tip through the thin cotton panel. A thick, warm drop of semen formed and coated her probing fingers. She innocently toyed with the substance. Torrance moaned and shuddered in delight as tingling sensations rippled through his body.
“Pull the front of my underpants down,” he directed.
She didn’t make any immediate effort to comply. The scared, nervous virgins never did. He took her hands into his and pushed the warm, slender fingers through the opening.
“Please don’t, no,” she begged in a teary, frightened voice.
“Go ahead, pull it down,” he encouraged her.
Torrance didn’t know how Angela did it, but her body, in particular her hands, were shaking. It gave the erotic event an air of authenticity that sent a shiver through him. The soft fingers grasped the fabric and tugged it down over his large cock and hair-covered balls. He felt a rush of cool air surrounding his exposed organ.
“Suck it,” he told her.
“No, I just ... I can’t. Please, don’t make me.”
His hands pulled hers to his crotch and formed her fingers around his upright shaft. “Squeeze on it and suck on the head.”
Her fingers reluctantly fondled and stroked his prick as his hands moved to her head and pushed it down towards his cock. Angela repeated her protests but didn’t physically resist until the wet tip was at her lips. She attempted to pull away but he easily overpowered her and eased himself into her wonderfully warm mouth.
Initially she didn’t do anything. He throbbed against her lips and idle tongue as she defied Torrance’s advances the only way she could; through inaction. His seed continued seeping. When it dripped inside her mouth she tasted the salty, musk flavor. Angela recoiled as she expected a virgin would.
He grasped her head with both hands and began pumping the tip of his cock along her tongue. After a few moments she relented and began licking and sucking on it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned approvingly as her tongue swirled around the smooth tip. “Suck on it harder, baby.”
Angela complied. Her mouth took in more of his length as she enthusiastically devoured Torrance’s prick. Thick cum oozed from the opening and mixed with her warm saliva. She’d grown to appreciate a man’s taste and readily swallowed. No virgin would, she thought, unless compelled to do so. She briefly wondered if Torrance made them.
“Don’t make a mess on my pants,” he said, answering her unspoken question. “If you want to keep this job you better learn to eat it.”
He reached his hands beneath her chest and blindly tugged the buttons of her blouse apart. He slid his fingers inside the cups of her bra. The mounds were soft but firm. He rubbed his thumbs over the stiff nipples. Angela’s muffled groans sounded as she eagerly rubbed her boobs against him.
Her skilled mouth soon had him on the verge of climax. He pushed her head away. Pearl-white strings of leaking semen clung to her full lips and hung down over her glistening chin.
“You can cut out the acting stuff, I’m ready to fuck,” he announced. “But you were real good at it, I’ll give you that.”
“Did it turn you on?” she asked in a teasing voice.
“You turn me on,” he admitted as he pulled her forward and lured her mouth to his.
Torrance kissed those lips. He could taste himself; it wasn’t so bad. She reached a hand around back beneath the blouse and unfastened her bra. After the kiss he slipped off his shirt. Angela settled back down on the table looking up at the fascinating night sky. The blouse and bra were both still on but her chest was bare and the firm boobs he liked so much were exposed.
His hands reached underneath the short skirt and tugged the panties down. Her legs willingly widened, revealing her aroused sex. She kept herself trimmed and he could see the narrow strip of dark curls that flanked her puffy pink folds.
“Eat me for a few minutes first,” she requested. “You’re the biggest I ever had, and it helps a bit when I’m really juiced up.”
As Angela gazed at the distant moon Torrance settled between her thighs. His fingers separated the moist lips. His flicking tongue and lips started stimulating her clitoris. She moaned and writhed as tingling heat rippled through her body. She captured her nipples between the tips of her fingers and tweaked on the hard tips, adding to her pleasure.
“Oh, Torrance, that feels good,” she said, encouraging him. “Stick a couple of fingers in me.”
She felt pressure as he entwined two fingers and pressed them into the small opening. Her love canal stretched as he thrust them inside and began finger-fucking her. Angela’s breathing soon quickened. Her writhing grew frantic, hips rotating back and forth in rhythm with his pumping fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it ... uhnnn, harder ... ohhh!”
The intimate contact had her precious juice flowing. It soaked his fingers and seeped outward, moistening the slit and clinging to her folds. Torrance lowered his mouth from her clit. He licked the juicy channel and tasted the tangy flavor before returning to the nub.
Her hands abandoned her aching nipples and reached down. Angela pulled his head tighter against her cunt and desperately ground it upon his lips. He finger-fucked her faster as she approached climax.
“Oh yeah ... yeah, uhnnn ... ahhh ...” she weakly moaned in growing delight as her lithe form shuddered on the table.
Moments later her body stiffened. She cried out as powerful tingling jolts rippled through her flesh. When she achieved orgasm her pussy was briefly flooded with the lubricating essence she sought. He held on to Angela’s hips for a brief ride as she erupted in wild spasms of ecstasy. He kept licking and fucking her until her sweaty body relaxed with an audible sigh of relief.
Torrance surfaced and crawled up, lying between those gorgeous legs he so adored. His ignored cock was as hard as it could be. The tip was wet with leaking cum that was eagerly supplied by his aching balls.
Angela smiled up at him as she rotated her hips back, providing him the best angle for the deepest penetration. “Okay, big boy, I’m ready for you now.”
He guided his swollen organ to her cunt and rubbed the head up and down her slit. Each time he contacted the sensitized clit Angela gasped and twitched. He enjoyed that, and he teased her a few seconds longer. Milky cum smeared along the walls of her juicy channel.
“Fuck me, Torrance, I’m so ready for this,” she anxiously pleaded.
He conceded and shifted the bulbous tip to the small opening. She softly cried out as the portal stretched to accommodate his large size. He always hurt a bit at first. The head pushed inside and thrust deeper. Her hot, juicy tunnel tightly encircled his pulsating shaft. His hips pressed harder, forcing his prick halfway inside. Angela moved her hips in tiny circular motions as she helped him work it into her sex.
“Oh! You’re so big, Torrance,” she gasped as another sharp sting jolted through her.
He pulled back too far and was ejected from her cunt. He guided himself back into position and thrust inside. This time he penetrated slightly deeper.
“You feel so fucking great,” he responded. “Come on, take it ... take it all.”
“I’m trying,” she breathlessly whispered. “Push harder.”
Torrance groaned in pleasure as her tight cunt throbbed around his cock. He pushed harder as she wiggled her hips, moaning as the tingling pressure heightened. He slowly slid further. Their concerted efforts had them both sweating. After a few moments he was as deep as he could go. Torrance paused, leaving his cock buried inside.
“I haven’t been with anyone since my last time with you,” Angela told him as she took advantage of the brief lull to try and catch her breath.
“You won’t be waiting as long for the next time,” he promised.
Their mouths met in a passionate tongue kiss. His hands reached for her mounds and squeezed on the soft swells. They enjoyed the embrace for several seconds before he resumed fucking Angela’s gorgeous body. He drew back and drove forward, sliding in to the hilt. She moaned in pleasure as his cock shifted back and forth within her void. They coordinated their motions and fell into a comfortable rhythm.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Angela groaned aloud. “Give it to me!”
Her love muscle had loosened slightly, enabling her to derive more pleasure from their union. His prick strained with energy as his hips rammed it in and out of her wondrous core. Her hands reached down and gripped his buttocks, pulling him forward as her hips thrust toward his crotch. She wanted him as deep as he could possibly reach.
“Yeah, fuck my cunt hard!” she squealed in delight.
He gave her what they both wanted. Sweat dripped from their bodies and soaked into their clothing as he pounded her pussy with the cock nature had blessed him with. Angela liked it rough like that, and she encouraged Torrance to wield his organ with all the strength he could muster. Their moist bodies noisily slapped together as he drove her downward against the surface of the table.
“Oh, God! Yes! Yes!” Angela’s muscles clenched hard as she erupted for a second time.
He pinned her to the table and pummeled her cunt with hard, swift strokes. She shook beneath his weight as her thighs tightened against his waist. She went rigid as a climax again gripped her form. Angela tensed; juice leaked all around his thrusting prick. Her form quaked under his weight in spasms of joyous delight as tingling heat surged through her loins. All parts of her body clung to his in that erotic moment of ultimate pleasure.
Once her limbs loosened and her tensed frame relaxed, Torrance slowed his pace. He fucked her with short, loving strokes. At the end of each one he burrowed his cock as deeply as possible. His straining tip penetrated slightly more, adding to the stimulation. After a few moments Torrance groaned when he felt the familiar tingling pressure as his seed began its ascent.
“Uh, yeah,” he softly grunted as he thrust fully into her cunt.
Tingling pleasure filled his lower belly as his sensitized head savored the feel of the hot, wet canal that throbbed around it. The pressure continued building. He grunted aloud when it peaked, ejaculating a stream of cum into her sex. He kept thrusting, groaning with each successive burst of seed until his balls were emptied.
He remained inside of her as they gently kissed. When his spent penis softened he lay alongside Angela on his left side facing her. His slowly withering cock rested on her lower belly, seeping milky cum onto her bare skin. They kissed once more and hugged.
“My niece just turned eighteen and is looking for a job,” Angela revealed as they cuddled.
Torrance quickly responded, “I’ll put her on the schedule.”
“No, I will,” Angela decided. “She’s a beautiful girl, and she’s still a virgin.”
His forehead wrinkled in confusion. He suspiciously questioned, “What do you mean you’ll put her on the schedule?”
“I’m tired of playing grab-ass for extra tips,” Angela confessed. “Those truckers make me feel like nothing but a piece of meat. I’m an intelligent woman and I deserve better.”
Torrance chuckled. “Good luck job hunting.”
“You need me,” she reminded him, and then nibbled on his ear. “Come on, I keep the girls in line. Make me the manager. You can’t afford not to.”
“I’m the manager,” he stated.
“You’re the owner, and you need a manager to help run your evil little empire,” Angela replied, unfazed by his authoritarian demeanor. “And you have a hard-on for my niece.”
He was surprised by her unexpected assertion. “I haven’t even seen her yet!”
“You will when you do,” she told him with a confident grin on her beautiful, self-assured face.
He remained cautious. “You’re pimping out your niece to advance your career? That’s a pretty bold move for a loving aunt.”
Angela sighed. She did feel bad about it, but Crystal had approached her, after all. Besides, they weren’t that close. “In this dying town it’s survival of the fittest.”