"Ooooohhhh," Josh gasped. He lay back on the sofa, his fuck rod thrusting helplessly at the young girl's mouth.
"I don't know," said Zola with imitation disgust. "You ask a man something and he never tells you. Suck him deep and softly, girl, whatever you do just don't bite him, he doesn't like that."
"You mean like this?" asked Kathy, playing the innocent. Her teeth bit lightly down on Josh's throbbing cockhead.
"Yeahhhh, like that," moaned Josh, heaving on the sofa, his hips beating with lust. "If little whores like you bite my cock they get punished very severely."
"Oh, surely, not a little bite like this, sir," Kathy pleaded, and rasped her tongue slowly over Josh's cockhead.
"Ooohhhh, shit, yeah, like that you little cunt," said Josh, his cock heaving with unrestrained lust. "You bile me like that again and you'll be over the sofa and Martin tells me you know exactly what that means."
"Ohhhh yesss, sir," Kathy breathed. "You mean you'd have my ass whipped just for biting your cock like this?" With complete deliberation Kathy closed her teeth on Josh's cock and slid them right down the length of his shaft.
"Ooohhhh shit, you little whore!" yelled Josh in delight, slamming his cock into Kathy's throat. "You take your mouth off my cock now and get over the sofa or I'll shoot right down your throat and it'll take you a lot longer to bring me off a second time."
Kathy had no intention of giving up Josh's cock. She straightened her legs, stayed bent at the waist so that she could take it all down her pulsing throat. Her hands spread Josh's legs and she sucked him into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect circle around the heaving cockshaft.
"This is your last chance," Josh bellowed. "Get over the sofa or I'm gonna shoot."
Kathy gurgled with delight. She fucked her face up and down on the swelling cock, sinking Josh to the balls at every pass. Her greedy mouth sucked at the fuck rod, desperate for the hot cum surging in Josh's balls.
"You asked for it!" Josh roared. "Now take it all, cunt, take it all!"
As Kathy gave a muffled scream of ecstasy, Josh grabbed her by her long blonde hair and held her face to his cock. Bellowing and yelling with lust, he rammed his fuck rod deep into Kathy's willing mouth.
"Ohhhhh yeahhh, I'm coming, fuck am I coming!" Josh yelled. Suddenly jets of white cum shot out of his pulsing cock and into Kathy's hungry mouth. "Aaahhhh, yeahhhh! Ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck she's great, she's great!"
He held the willing girl on his cock while the hot jism flooded out into her mouth. Cum dripped from Kathy's lips as she pumped up and down, swallowing all she could of the endless streams of white fuck juice.
Dorothy had heard enough. She slammed the door open and walked in.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked the startled company.
CHAPTER TWO
Dorothy strode to the middle of the room. She was glad to see that her entrance had made an impression. Kathy squealed and dove onto Josh's lap while Martin leaned back in the chair and looked as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Er… hi, Dorothy," he said. He shifted and stared at her as she stood over him.
"I have never been so disgusted in my life," said Dorothy. She put her hands on her hips and out stared the man she had once thought of marrying. "You are the biggest pervert I have ever met, and that goes for the two friends of yours over there."
"The biggest pervert," said Martin. "Oh, my dear, stick around. We'll get much more perverted before the night is out."
"I have no intention of sticking around!" snapped Dorothy. "We are leaving at once. As soon as I get upstairs I am phoning a taxi, and the police will be told of this disgusting place as soon as I get home. Kathy, get upstairs and get your things!"
"Oh, my dear, shall we discuss this?" asked Martin, shifting slightly in his chair. "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement."
"Over the rape of my poor daughter?" Dorothy screamed, driving herself in to a frenzy. "How could you think of it? A deal, is that what you're saying? Is that what you're offering me?"
Martin chuckled and stretched his legs. "Why aren't you going upstairs, Kathy?"
"I'm not going," said Kathy defiantly.
Dorothy swung around to face her. Something had changed and Dorothy wasn't sure what it was. An air of menace had crept into the room. Kathy was standing behind the sofa with Zola sitting at the other end. Both of them were tense. Josh lounged by the door, staring at the dark television screen.
"What do you mean?" Dorothy snapped. "Get upstairs, girl!" She swung back, certain she would be obeyed. "You ruined her! How much do you think that's worth? Hey?"
Martin laughed again. "Well, I dunno. But how about a weekend checking out how I ruined her, and then, if you still think she's ruined, we can discuss a price?"
He was a lot taller than Dorothy and, for the first time, she sensed some real danger. She suddenly realized that she only had her nightgown on. It was a floor length, but it clung to her body above the hips, showing off the lovely curves of her tits and ass. Also it was cut low and the lacy top accentuated her cleavage.
"If you think I'm staying a moment longer," she snarled, "you have another think coming. I'm going and the police will be here as soon as I can get them out of their cars and doing something useful for a change. Not that they would care, of course, but there is the law to uphold."
Martin laughed uproariously. "I'm sure I have a few cop friends who would be delighted to hear that they're useless! But, anyway, to the matter in hand. How much is my ruining your daughter worth?"
Dorothy was scared as he came closer, grinning at her. "I-I don't know. I'll think about it. Call me a taxi."
She swung away, but Martin grabbed her by the arm.
"Now, now," he said. "Remember, I offered you the chance to find out how we ruined Kathy. Surely you're gonna take me up on that?"
"What?" Dorothy was horrified. She pulled, but Martin's grip was far too strong. "Let me go, you pervert! I wouldn't take an offer from you if you were the last man on Earth."
"Oh good," said Martin. "I'm so glad you're staying."
"What? Put me down." It had all gone wrong. Dorothy screamed in terror as Martin swung her over his shoulder with ease. She beat at his back in desperation but he ignored it. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
As Martin swung her around, Dorothy saw a rope in front of her face. It swung from the ceiling and Zola was on the other end of it, with Kathy. Her own daughter was helping them! Josh was there, holding a set of handcuffs and some other things. Dorothy had no idea what they were.
"Stop it, let me go!" Dorothy shrieked. Suddenly the most terrible fear surged up in her. She didn't know what they would do, but she knew she was in trouble.
She wasn't left in doubt for long. As she screamed and kicked, Josh snapped the cuffs around one of her wrists and then the other. Dorothy stared at her bound hands, beating them in Josh's strong grasp. She watched him take the rope and slip it through the chain of the cuffs. From there it was a simple task to knot it, do a couple of half-bitches to make sure, and step back.
"Okay, girls," said Josh, "haul away."
Dorothy didn't believe it. Kathy and Zola pulled on the rope and her arms were heaved upward. Martin set her down, but that didn't help, since the rope pulled her back to her feet and then tightened further, until her feet only just touched the floor and the cuffs dug tightly into her wrists. She turned slightly as the rope swung above her head. Zola lashed the rope around a peg in the wall and Dorothy was tied up, helpless, a victim for them all.
"I'll get you, Martin!" she screamed. "I'll make you pay for the rest of your life, you pervert, you slimy jerk."
"I thought so," said Martin nastily. "She's getting very boring, a hell of a lot more boring than her dinner conversation, and that's saying something. Shut her up, Josh."