"Her ass is for you, Foxy," Johnny said, his voice hard and cold again. "And, Gloria," he added, "if you want that shot, you'd better not miss a stroke with your finger."
When Gloria heard Johnny's words, her blood ran cold. He was offering her to Foxy, like some morsel of patronage passed along by a king to his prime minister. "Her ass," he had said. Gloria was about to protest when she remembered what he had said about not giving her a shot. Her need for heroin made her whip her finger even faster in and out of her cunt. In a few minutes this will be over, she thought, and then I can get my shot.
She had too much invested to blow it now. And it wouldn't be the first time that she had been fucked in the ass. Johnny had been especially fond of doing that to her the past three months, and she had become a veteran in the time that she had lived with him.
Gritting her teeth she tried to prepare herself for whatever was coming. Behind her she heard Foxy fumbling with the leather thong at the front of his pants. As she continued fingering her own pussy, she leaned forward a little further so that she could look back at him through her legs.
Oh my God, she thought suddenly as she saw his pants drop to the floor. He's tremendous. His cock is too big. I'll never be able to take it in my asshole. Above her, she heard Johnny chuckling, as though something very funny was happening. She knew that he was laughing at her.
Foxy was now moving toward her, his massive cock swaying from side to side as he approached. The sight of that mastodon terrified her. It was long and thick – as big around as the base of a beer bottle. The swollen purple cockhead was the size of a man's fist – thick and massive, engorged with blood and hardened by lust. She was sure that he would kill her with it.
Although she knew that it was hopeless, Gloria couldn't keep herself from begging Johnny for mercy. "Please," she wailed. "I'll never live through this. Johnny, have a heart. Haven't I meant anything to you?"
But Johnny's answer was clipped and curt. "Forget it, Foxy," he said. "She doesn't want that shot after all."
"No, I didn't mean it." Gloria said imploringly. "I've got to have the shot. I'll do it. I'll do anything."
"Well this is your last chance," he said. "No more complaints. You're liable to hurt Foxy's feelings."
Foxy was right behind her now. She could smell his body as he approached. It smelled as though he hadn't washed in a month. Mechanically, she continued to piston her finger in and out of her pussy, afraid that if she stopped, Johnny would make good his threat to withhold the shot. She put all her weight on her left hand, leaning forward as far as she could until her face pressed against the cool vinyl of the platform's mattress. Johnny had moved back for a better view.
Gloria felt Foxy's ham-like hands on her fright quivering body now, grabbing her hips and pinching the softly rounded cheeks of her ass. The flesh was firm and muscular from all the exercise that she had gotten as a dancer. Her inactivity of the past three months, lying in bed all day waiting for Johnny's pleasure, had robbed her thighs and buttocks of some of their tone. But they hadn't yet gone to flab.
She could feel Foxy's hands pulling roughly at the soft mounds of flesh, separating the cheeks to reveal the tightly winking brown slit of her anus, nestled safely in the valley between them. She felt the heat of his breath on her asshole as he leaned forward and brought his face next to the pungent slit. Since she had been using junk steadily, Gloria hadn't bathed much herself. The fragrance that greeted Foxy's nostrils was heady and aromatic. It made his already-stiff cock throb painfully with desire.
Huckering a gob of saliva from the back of his throat, Foxy spat onto the tight brown slit that lewdly lay offered up before him. He hit the mark, the thick ball of saliva thoroughly coating the puckered lips of Gloria's soft brown asshole. Then, jabbing at her with a stiff finger, he forced some of the lubricating moisture into her anal crevice itself, probing relentlessly against the opening until finally the pouting lips separated admitting his finger as far as the second knuckle. He twisted it one way and then the other, smearing the warm saliva around the inner walls of her clutching rectum.
Then, with no further preparation, he straightened up and stepped into position, the thick bulbous head of his swollen prick nudging insistently at the tensely resisting lips of her glisteningly lubricated asshole. Gloria, continued stroking her cunt automatically. Fear had stopped the flow of moisture and her probing finger irritated and bruised the dry inner walls of her twat. But Johnny's threat kept her hand working, moving her finger in and out.
She knew that Foxy would drive his mammoth hardon into her any minute now and tried to prepare herself for the searing pain that would follow his entry. But no amount of preparation could have readied her for the sudden agony of his penetration. Like a powerful battering ram, Foxy's cock, swollen with lustful desire, plowed its way past the protesting lips of her tormented asshole and buried itself in her warmly clasping anal depths. Gloria couldn't contain the gasp of pain which tore from her lips as his relentless prick assaulted her brutally, punishing her anus and rectum with twisting, tearing in-strokes that seemed to reach her belly itself and with pulling, tugging out-strokes that brought the inner walls of her anal cavity following his pistoning penis halfway out of her.
But heedless of her agony, Foxy continued his buggering, feeling the walls of her lower bowel clasp tightly at his cock, milking it, squeezing it, stroking it in a series of spiraling contractions that threatened to swallow it like a snake might swallow a live mouse. He could feel the hair of her back turned pussy stroking at his heavily swinging sack of balls as he pumped his body forward and back, driving his cock yet deeper into her nether channel.
Gloria had abandoned the stroking of her own pussy now and, was using both hands to support her body weight. Cries of pain were tearing rhythmically from her lips as Foxy pounded her like a piece of tough meat, forcing his thick cock into the tunneling warmth of her anus, overcoming the weak resistance offered by her elastic ass muscles. He felt the curling silver hair of his pubic mound, dank with a mixture of sweat and sexual secretions, crushing against the chocolate-brown softness of the lobes of the girl's ass and knew that he had plowed her to the hilt.
He drew his hips all the way back, moving them from side to side, until no more than the bulbous head of his punishing cock remained buried in her swampy anal depths. Then, just as Gloria was beginning to hope that he would withdraw completely, he rammed forward again, driving the thick pole of hotly palpitating flesh as far as it could go into the tightly constricting channel of her suffering asshole. An animal groan of satisfied pleasure escaped from his throat drowning Gloria's wail of agony.
Foxy could feel a climax building in his swinging swaying scrotum. The thin muscular body of Johnny Walker's chocolate dancer was wrapped tightly around the shank of his meaty cock, pulling its thick collar of flesh up and down as he assfucked her. The fact that she had been Walker's girl for the past few months made her even more attractive to Foxy. Degrading her this way while Johnny looked on in amusement seemed to put Foxy on the same level as his boss and made him feel important. He knew that be rose a notch in Johnny's estimation for every tormented cry that his cudgel-cock brought from Gloria's tortured lips.
Her asshole was wonderfully tight, and Foxy knew that it wouldn't be long before he pumped her full of his hot joy-juices giving her a thick gooey enema. He pumped faster and humped harder hearing Gloria's cries become louder and more agonized. He knew that no woman's asshole could ever stretch wide enough to accept his cock comfortably, and Johnny apparently knew it, too. For here he was using Foxy's cock as a tool in the subjugation of Gloria.