another great add to this story

Great beginning. Can't wait for the next chapter! :rock:

Chapter 3

In seconds Skinny was on his knees between my still spread thighs.

“Now don’t you be rough, this is something special, you here me Skinny. We just wont her broken in not hurt. You do any damage and I’ll kick your brains out” I watched as Lance collected his cloths, putting them on as he walked over to Bull as Skinny directed himself into me.


Skinny was already pushing my knees upward and out as his thin but long member was dipping deep into my now slippery sheath. He humped into me in long strokes drawing gasps from me with each stroke. His penis nudged my cervix and that drew a sharp cry from me.

Thanks to Lance’s cum Skinny went full depth easily. His vigorous assault lasted a little longer than Lance had but I soon felt a warm, spreading wetness which followed a shuddering sigh from the bandit on top of me. For perhaps thirty seconds Skinny lay there motionless as the last drop of sperm oozed into my receptacle. I found I was able clench and released his deflating member several times by using my surprisingly powerful groin muscles. Skinny groaned each time I did it and seemed to want to stay inside me.

Then through his besotted haze he herd Bull prompt him.“You’s finished Skinny, get off of her.”

Skinny reluctantly removed his already rehardening rod from me and Bull took his place. Perhaps over anxious Bull was coming even as he entered me. The wet suctioning of the burly mans thick penis seemed to echo in the still cool morning air. In seconds Bull too had finished and stood away from me, pulling his pants up as he did.

It was only then that I started to cry. I had tried to stay strong and emotionless but the realisation of my rape by these uncouth bandits on a blanket in the middle of God knew where, finally struck me. My hand surveyed my sloppy groin, my leaking vagina was loose and open. I was surprised to find that I was otherwise unharmed. I lay on the blanked my sob's deminishing. I could her the men talking about me.

One of the men approached the blanket and I opened my eyes, it was Lance. He nelt next to me and his hand ran across my stomach, I shivered. His hand slid to his belt and my eyes followed. I saw the bulg in his pants but then he stopped.

“It's hard to keep my hands of you girl he mumbled, but we have to keep moving, next stop wont come quick enough.” He stood abruptly fighting his desires and ordered the horses resaddled and re-harnessed. He alowed me to put on a simple gingham dress but no under garments.

During the morning drive I relived my past twenty four hours and just how much my life had been dismantled. As noon approached I herd the men discussing where they would stop and how they were expecting to have me once more. To my own disgust and surprise I had grown wet with expectation.

The creek was the prettiest thing I had seen and I couldn’t help thinking that under other circumstances that this would be a great picnic spot. As far as the eye could see there was good range and plenty of water and not a homestead to be seen. Perhaps Ill own this one day I thaught.

We stayed two hours and as I expected the men each had me twice more. This time I thaught Lance would not finish. The other two also took much longer. I was forced to kiss and fondle each man defore during and after the sex. I had been fucked nine times since daybreak and the night was still to come. When the men had resaddled the horses I climed from the blanket under the big willow tree and found that this time I was quite tender between the legs.

It took three more days to reach our destination and at each stop I was the recreation. I was surprised at how I had coped and the men had also commented on my talents, especially the way I was using my pelvic muscles to clasp their member during penetration.

As we approached Lances homestead I could see a series of several barns a bunkhouse another long building several small buildings and a substantial house. Most buildings were set snugly against the cliff face. In front of the buildings was a dusty area sloping gently to a creek that emerged from a canyon to the right and ran through the valley. The creek was bordered by wide grassy areas. Further along the valley the creek spred out into substantial pasture. Lance drew alongside the Buggy I was now driving unattended and pointed toward the cluster of buildings.

“There’s a Mex lady here, names Conchita, She will look after you and attend to all your needs.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean She will look after you! Prepare you for the men and make sure their clean.

I looked at Lance with anger. He had already told me I had been kidnapped to be a whore but had not told me anything else. “These customers Lance who are they?”

“Well as I said your going to be the whore at our ranch, we gets lots of Mexican rustlers bringing cattle across the river and other outlaws stopping off for sometimes weeks at a time to hide and restock. There close enough to skip the country if the law arrives in this part of the world. As you can see we have lots of good sweet grass down there and there is a lot more back in the canyon. Its the only place for almost a fifty miles that has any grass at all. Because of the need to keep this place as secure as possible we dont need lots of girls to cause us problems. Your going to ern your keep by keeping the men entertained and at the same time make some profit for me.”

The thought of my body being used as a means of making money for these dispicable people was abhorrent. Although I was angry I was also curious because I had no idea what a whore charged. “How much money Lance? How much do you charge for me?” My voice was soft but my question had venom.

Like I said before I even f****d you the first time I thought you would do very well as a whore now I’m sure you will so I was thinking of charging... say two dollars, maybe more, depends. The last girl I charged a dollar a time for but she was a plain looking gal couple of teeth missing, nothing special at all. We’ll have to settle on a price later but for something special like you,....”

“Two three dollars.....” Two dollars for you may be a little cheep.”

I felt defeated I had been raped at least six times a day for the last four days, now I was being forced into becoming a whore. Lance spurred his horse on and galloped toward the houses where an older Mexican woman greeted him.

Chapter 4


When the buggy arrived Lance introduced Me to Conchita. Conchita immediately took me inside the house and through to a back room where a hot bath was being prepared. I looked the room over carefully. The room was a lean to attached to the main house and it had a bare timber floor and was unlined. At one end was a old large bed, two chairs, one near the bed and one next to a wash stand that supported a basin and a jug as well as an assortment of jars. Also in the room was a large Zink tub and a stove. There was a door entering from the main house which I had just entered from. Next to the wash stand was another door that seemed to be the entrance to another building or perhaps a lane between two buildings I couldn't tell. In the centre of the back wall was a third door that led to an outdoor fire that supported a large cauldron of boiling water on a stand.

As Conchita looked me over she spoke for the first time since our initial greeting “You not been a whore Mr Lance says.” She was making a statement, not asking a question but I shook my head anyway.“Well honey you soon will be and a busy one at that.”

I had started to cry and through my sobs I was able to reply with a question, “Busy how do you mean, busy?”

“Well when I get you cleaned up and give you some of my treatment we have perhaps ten cowboys to make happy.” I was about to speak but Conchita placed her hand to her mouth and started to undress me as the bathe was now ready. When Conchita saw my young hard breasts and smooth curving hips she was as impressed as the men had been. “A face with a body to match is something cowboys seldom see, if they do they can't afford it,” she spoke matter-of-factly.

She turned me around,“You ever been pregnant girl?”

“NO!, until three days ago I had never, never .... you know.” I finished lamely

“Yes I know, I don’t know what Lance was thinking though when he took you. You little missy is the least likely whore I’ve ever seen. Too sweet, that’s what you are, too sweet. The best girl for this place where the men is hard and desperate is a seasoned whore. Some one who gives as good as she gets and when needed can take twenty or even more men a day. Still he thinks you will make a good working girl and that’s all there is to it.

This is the way things work here, each man will have fifteen minutes with you. If they cum in less time they is finished. When they’s cued up There’ll be no time to dress between customers. You just lay on the bed with your legs apart and I’ll wipe your fanny before the next one takes his turn.” As she bathed me Conchita continued with the information and personal questions.

“When was your last period .” I was overwhelmed by the way things were moving and I just answered and complied with everything the old woman did and said.

“Five days ago.”

“Well its not likely Lance and the boys has gotten you pregnant but if you are I’ll deal with that when we have to.”

I had to admit that I was afraid of getting pregnant when the men had first used me on the trail but it in the last few days things had moved so quickly it was not my major concern, my life was.

“If I am going to see, Ar...” I searched for the right word without being crude, “service so many men, I'll get pregnant wont I.”

“I have something special for that little one,” Conchita replied.

All the while I was bathing me with a heavily perfumed soap.

“OK out of the bath and I’ll dry you.” Conchita towelled me down briskly. “You shore have some body girl but the hair between your legs will have to be trimmed. She pointed to the areas that hair would be removed from, “ just leave a cute little vee in the front, that way you don’t get as messy. Your own Juices and this potion of mine will be messy enough and your black pussy hair can get plastered all over the place if its not trimmed back. It looks unsightly and we don’t want to turn the men off now do we” I wasn’t to sure about that but I said nothing.

Conchita sat me in a chair and lathered my groin and lower belly with the scented soap. Within minutes, and a little discomfort, most of the pubic hair was removed leaving only an exclamation mark of hair above my mound. A liberal coating of salve was applied before I could slip into one of my Sunday frocks that had been taken from the buggy. Conchita was busy with my hair when the door swung open noisily and Skinny came in.

“Lance has spread the word that we have a new whore in camp.” He announced coarsely looking at me with a big grin, “The men is wanting to know when they can get a bit of pussy.” After leering at me he addressed Conchita who looked at me then back at Skinny.

“Give us a half an hour and I will be ready. Skinny, tell them they can have fifteen minutes maximum, no funny stuff only man on top, you understand Skinny.” Skinny nodded and left the room.

Conchita turned back to me. She saw the fear in my eyes. “It’s best if you don’t have time to think about it Girl, the sooner you start the better. It gets easier after you have been at it a while and with my cream in your pussy you wont chafe. It’s the dry chafing that makes it uncomfortable. Taking them ten boys will be easy, you’ll see you will hardly feel a thing. You are not to worry about anything I’m here and one of the boys will be watching at all times”

Conchita lifted her eyes to a hole directly above the bed and my eyes followed, “you’ll be safe, Your hear to satisfy the boys and were here to look after you” She again reassured me.

Yes I was afraid, I was beginning to shake a little, but I also new I had to do my best to satisfy the men I was about to service. On the trail the three men would have taken me regardless of how I behaved. Now it was different these men were spending money to be gratified. I didn’t think that I could please or seem pleased with someone I didn’t like but if I didn't I wasn't sure what would become of me. I had to act like a whore and satisfy the men for my own safety.

At the same time as doubt was growing the reality of my situation was also now so very real and confronting. “You’re a paid whore my mind shouted at me. In my home town all decent women crossed the road to avoid bar girls and whores, I had done this myself. Now I was one.

I remembered that the bar girls I had seen seemed delighted to accompany men who were the most unpleasant of characters. Some had been seen with Chinese the most maligned of all foreign workers. I realise that I would have to service the most unsavoury of men, men I would normally scorn. Some would no doubt be attractive and young but others would be old pockmarked and just plain ugly. I groaned with despair, my life had been torn apart.

What I was about to do disgusted me more than anything that I could have previously imagined. Although Conchita was a colleague of my captors I sensed that she would be supportive in the hours and weeks ahead. It was not going to be difficult, it wasn't in my own interest. I would do what I had to do, with Conchita’s support. I had no one else to trust and we were women were no others women existed.

Another great story started Kangaroo. Waiting anxiously for more. :kiss:

great story as usual kangeroo waiting for more :beer: :beer:

Chapter 5

Lance must have instinctively known that I would do everything required to make things easy on myself. I was slowly understanding that he was intuitively accurate at judging my character. Lance had said I was special. I was sure that he had meant that when he had said it. It was not just a ruse to get me to do what I was about to do with the minimum of fuss, Being considered a talent. was, indeed, a dubious, horrible honour when that talent was for whoring. In spite of my own fears and revulsion Lance thought I would be good at what he was forcing me to do. Nothing was going to change my circumstance. I hadn’t given up, wouldn’t give up, but I would wait cooperatively for my opportunity to escape.

“Conchita what will the men expect. I’m supposed to be friendly to these men and some will be horrible and.....and.... you know ...ugly and smelly. I mean how do I go about pleasing the customer that disgusts me.” Customer, What was I saying, I was already thinking, talking like a whore.

“Sure some are ugly, Some are fat, some thin, some have big dicks, some have small dicks but they all want to f**k you. Remember, to them your just a receptacle for their pent up ache. Treat them all the same, that’s what they want. Wrap your legs about them, stroke them, let them kiss you, preferably not on the lips, most have bad breath. Treat all of them like humans and thank them if you have a mind to. But most of all relax and try to get some pleasure for yourself. You will be surprise to find that some of the ugly ones can be the best. Don’t judge them by how they look”

I listened but I couldn't focus, “But ten men in a couple of hours, that’s too many, they will hurt me.”
You said that the boys took you twice a night and that’s six times, they did no damage did they?”

I just shook my head. “No, not really, I was a little tender but that passed.”

“Exactly, so if you fuck ten, even twenty it wont matter much. This ointment of mine will make you very slippery. You’ll take ten easy. The only problem will be that it will make you feel too loose and sloppy right from the start. You should practice clamping your groin when they are in you. That will make them think your tight and probably they will come quicker.”

“Some will last only a short time in any event but some will try to take the full fifteen minutes. However, most will blow there cream fast. It’s not so bad once you get used to it and who knows you may even like doing it.”

I shuddered at the thought and doubted very much the notion of me liking being a whore.

Conchita continued “Ask yourself what you were thinking and feeling when Lance and the boys were having you, not the first time but those times afterwards. It wasn’t so bad, was it?

I had to agree that the actual act of being f****d as opposed to raped wasn’t so difficult to accommodate. It was the thought of being placed in a situation that was not of my making and one I certainly didn’t have control over. I just nodded my head in acknowledgement.

“Look, I know you feel trapped and that’s not going to change. I’ll do my best to look after you .... don’t you worry about the customers, anyone who gets too rough will be thrown out smartly. As for getting pregnant my ointment seems to stops that as well.

I felt entangle in something that allowed no escape. I was trembling inwardly in spite of Conchita’s positive encouragement but said nothing more out loud.

“Now Mr Lance said that I was to tell you that you gets a dollar for each customer and you pays me ten cents out of the dollar”

“A dollar? He said he was going to charge two dollars!”

“He has decided to charge three dollars, and that’s a lot for a cow poke to spend on a whore. But he figures that you will be worth it. In Mexico and Towns about here, top girls gets fifty cents maybe a dollar a customer, most gets a lot less. from that the girl gets twenty five cents, if they gets anything at all. Mr. Lance reckons if he provides you with food, room and your clothes you is getting a good deal.”

Chapter 6


The irony of me getting a good deal did not escape me.

“Sides,” Conchita continued, “he’s the one collecting the money, so you best smile and do your thing with the customers. The more customers you do the more you make, perhaps a hundred dollars a week perhaps more, when thing gets busy.”

“A hundred dollars a week that’s, that’s one hundred or more men, I can't do that many men in a week.”

“Cause you can, it will be easy, you’ll see, you’ll probably do more when you have to. Besides you can earn twice as much in a week as a cowboy earns in a month.”

When Conchita put it that way it was indeed a lot of money, much, much more than I could earn in my fathers shop.

“What makes you think hell pay me or you for that matter.”

“Mr Lance is lots of things miss but a cheat he’s not, hell pay you. He paid the last girl and she was nothing special to look at. If he says hell pay, he’ll pay”

“What did happen to the other girl,”

“I herd she was on her way back here after the quiet period, That's when its to hot and dry for the Mexican rustlers to move cattle through the desert. Things all but close down here for two maybe three months. Apparently the comancheros raided the wagon train she was on and she was taken, along with anything else of value. She's either a slave with the Indians or earning a living f****g donkeys in some derelict mining town some place.”

“DONKIES?”

“Yes donkeys, horses and dogs as well. Some men pay good money to see a whore being fucked by animals, even more if that whore is a good looking one, so be careful how you treat the men cause if your difficult you may be sold to one of those places.”


As I was speaking Conchita had led me to door in the end wall as she unfastened my dress.

“It’s almost time. You wont be needing this,” Conchita removed My dress, folded and placed it on the chair next to the bed and handed me a robe with edges trimmed with fur.

“Put this on, it was one of the other girls and its all you’ll need between customers. That is if you have time to put it on at all.”

“Conchita I’m scared.”

“I know you are child but words wont fix that now, customers will. By the time you have seen a couple of men things will change and you will be O.K.” Conchita seemed sure she was right.

Before Conchita could say anything more the door swung open. It was Skinny

“Bring her through Conchita, it’s time to show the customers what their going to be paying for.”

Behind Skinny I could see a long crude bar that stretched the length of the room. The room was filled with smoke and through the haze I could see men, lots of men. Non were speaking and all had their heads turned to the doorway.

Then as I was about to protest Lance appeared and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room. I pulled the gown about me with my free hand.

“Here she is boys “Lance offered proudly. Then turning to me he pushed my hand clutching the rob. “Let it open girl, show the customers what you got to sell.”

The robe fell open and the men mouths all dropped. Even though I was embarrassed being naked in front of all these men I was surprised at their reaction.

“ain’t she the best looking piece of ass you have ever seen.” Lance proclaimed

There was complete silence for a moment then a scruffy Mexican spoke “that’s the best looking whore I ever seen.

“What we waiting for senior Lance hers my three dollars ” A fat Mexican shuffled forward and offered Lance his money. Lance took the money and indicated with his head that I should go inside. As I was leaving I herd him telling the men that because I was special he had special rules. I herd no more as Conchita closed the door and ushered me to the bed.

Chapter 7

Conchita took a large jar from the bedside cupboard and dipped a finger into the pale greenish grey tinted ointment. She applied it around my groin lightly so that it was slick but not sticky.

“ Dip your fingers into the cream and work it into your vagina. Just inside will be good enough, the man's penis will push it deeper,” she instructed. Conchita noticed that I was quite wet without the cream.

“Gosh girl I thought you were scared. Your all wet like a new bride,” Conchita put her hand to her mouth clearly regretting saying what she had said as soon as she had said it as she new of the circumstances of my kidnapping.

Recovering she quickly went on. “That cream ’ll make you even more slippery than your own juices and it will last longer as well. Now don’t lie down sit up and raise your knees so the men get a view of what their here for. I lifted myself on one elbow and raised my right knee while keeping my other leg straight.

“Ah... yes now part your legs a little yes, yes, that’s good ... good.” Conchita praised as she retreated to the wash stand near the tavern door.

Lance entered “Conchita the first customer is here. Is the girl ready?” He then saw me on the bed and nodded, “I see she is,” and with that ushered my first customer into the room.


He was the same short fat man that had paid his three dollars first, Conchita met him at the wash basin. I herd her ask the man to take his pants off. He complied and placed them on the chair. At first I could only see his hairy behind and legs. I couldn’t believe how hairy he was, he was like some kind of ape. As Conchita inspected him I saw his almost erect penis.

The man's eyes were fixed on my posed body not on my face but my chest and groin. When Conchita was satisfied she handed the man some soap and asked him to wash his penis, he complied without comment. She watched him carefully to be sure that the man was doing the right thing then she returned to the my side.

“Ready Little one?”

“Yes ... but..”

“It’s O.K. he’s not so big and he’s clean”

The Mexican arrived at the bed and Conchita stepped aside with a smile of reassurance. The man had thrown his shirt on the floor as he approached and his round, hairy body was almost comical. He sprang onto the bed with more agility than his frame suggested and eased between my posed legs. It was then that his strong body odour assailed my nostrils. I gagged and turned my head slightly. His fat rotund stomach was matted with the same black hair as his back and legs.

A glow of perspiration was already covering his chubby face. I could also see small beads of moisture covering his chest under the hair. As he knelt briefly between my spread thighs I saw that his penis arched upward, He was uncircumcised but had left the penis crown exposed when he had washed under the foreskin, The crown was a glistening purple he was so ready I saw the penis jerk and slap against the corpulent tummy, god it looked powerful. A small clear bead of liquid appeared at the penis eye and ooze across the crown. I shuddered and a tear appeared at the corner of my eye blurring my vision. Then he spoke.

“Señorita we have little time and Manuel has been without a women for many weeks.” He cupped his balls in his hand, “These ache for a women.” With that he directed himself at my lubricated crevice, I shuddered again as a chill had passed over me. The man ignored my reaction and eased himself forward and covered me. I turned my head toward Conchita as his head cradled into my neck. His hairy body was warm and damp as he pressed into me. I could feel the purple crown of his penis pressing unerringly into my groin, parting, entreating. then he was sliding effortlessly into my lubricated slit. I gasped with expectation then made a nervous smile of relief that only Conchita saw.

As Conchita had promised me there was very little discomfort. However, I felt a sudden pang of guilt and self loathing as I accommodated this grossly ugly man. He was the farthest thing from my Ideal man almost beast like, hairy, smelly and fat. The fact of my not resisting intercourse with such a fowl man clearly made me a whore, yes I thought I was now a whore.

The fat Mexican covered my tiny frame he appeared so huge as I looked at his enfolding arms. With his elbows now firmly planted each side of the my chest his two large hands under my shoulders I was locked with this beast of a man.

Manuel, that is the name Lance had called him when he paid his money, began to hump slowly. in and out of my creamy pink and hairless body. I felt trapped beneath his gross and hairy frame as I moved with each of his thrusts. Then I found myself wondering what it looked like to the person on the other side of the peep hole.

“Uh, Uh, Uh....” I panted as even my breath was controlled by his steady but long powerful thrusts. The stiff arched shaft rubbing against my vaginal walls then stopping when it collided with my cervix. I whimpered with the brief stab of discomfort. His next thrust pressed and stretching my sheath as his shaft pushed my cervix aside allowing him to penetrate deeply. I felt his hairy testicles press briefly against my vagina on the inward stroke. I was now accommodating his entire hardness.

In spite of appearances, the man was an expert lover and, even though I had seen the twitching erection ooze a bead of pre-come before he slid into my body he was able to maintain control. At first his hairy body felt strange against my bare flesh but I quickly began to like the feeling, especially against my protruding nipples.

The Mexican was now humping into me with a rhythmic stroke. No longer was he driving in and out full stroke but pressing deeply and making short thrusts. I had closed my eyes as the man had entered me and as his head lifted from my shoulder I reopened them to see the contorted face of the greasy Mexican looking back at me.

With each stroke he grunted. With each stroke I panted as air was forced from my lungs. He continued this controlled rhythm for about six or seven endless minutes continuing to draw gasps from me with each thrust of his powerful hips. Even though he was now supporting himself on his arms with his chest no longer on mine his distended belly was pressing even more firmly down onto my flat stomach and groin. He looked directly into my face. I looked back into his almost black eyes and felt compelled to make an effort to smile, after all I was being paid to please the man. My smile did indeed pleased the Mexican and he smiled back as he strained, panted and grunted above me.

“You are wonderful señorita,” he grunted out. I responded with a slight tightening of my vaginal muscles and by raising my legs. They had already been hook over the back of the man's calves now I was confident enough to lift them higher. The Mexicans pace quickened noticeably in response. I gasped “Uhhh, Uhhh. As his now quicker thrusting continued to force air from my tiny frame. The beads of perspiration began to grow and form on his face.

My breasts jerked and tugged with each thrust of the man's hips. The hairy chest again scraping my tender puffy nipples which tugged at my chest as he lowered himself a little. So close that our noses touched occasionally and his foetid breath assailed my nostrils. The beads of perspiration that had now formed into rivulets on the man's brow and face were dripping onto My neck, cheek and shoulders. Lance and the boys hadn’t lasted this long while having sex with me. It was the longest most sustained f*****g I had been subjected to and for the first time I found it almost enjoyable. With this thought my legs rose even higher and locked firmly about the man's plump hips. His body was now oozing perspiration and I was also covered in his sweat, but I didn’t mind.

I was expecting Conchita to tell the man to finish and looked toward Conchita and mouthed how long to go, the woman held up five fingers indicating five minutes. Five minutes, I could not believe we had been coupled for only ten minutes. It seemed twice that at least.

Becoming more bold I tentatively contracted my groin muscles once more. I tried to catch the man shaft on the back stroke. I watched for his reaction as I clenched. Manuel gasped then paused, looking wide eyed at me. I repeated the clenching action and smiled as I realised I could get a reaction. I wasn’t just being f****d but I was f*****g back

Manuel pressed forward then back slowly I again clenched his member, he shuddered and immediately his stroke increased in speed and ferocity. I new he was close to climaxing. I was now being tossed and bounced about on the bed. I grew a little scared at the man's ferociousness as he lost control to his lust. I wasn't being hurt because I was virtually part of him so tightly were my arms and legs wrapped about him. He was mixing his thrusts, long strokes then short thrusts against my groin. I looked toward Conchita once more. Conchita only smiled confidently in return.

Even as I was turning to Conchita for support and perhaps intervention the man stopped pumping and groaned with release. I felt the familiar bubbling warmth of a powerful ejaculation spreading deep in my belly.

I again turned to look into the man face as he lay passively above me pumping his remaining seed into my warm depths from his pulsing shaft. His breath was coming in short gasps and I could feel his heart thumping against my breast. If his heart hadn’t been beating so furiously I new that I would have felt my own heart racing. I smiled softly at the fat Mexican. It was a genuine smile, for this was the first time I had been satisfied by intercourse. I had wondered what was so special about sex after my sessions with Lance and friends, now I new.

“Thanks” I whispered. as I felt the warmth of spreading semen deep inside my tummy. He looked at me with a strange expression but said nothing.

Thanks for your patience people. A few more chapters then the beastiality componant begins.

:kiss: Kangaroo, I can't wait to see what you have in store for Jane. Waiting with bated breath. :kiss:

Great story, thanks.

Roo thanks again as u will see by my posts to ur story im hooked and it only ever gets better thanks keep up the great work

Of course I am looking forward to the beastiality chapters to come but the build up is excellent.

Chapter 8

I was so distracted by the moment I hadn’t noticed a second man enter the room and come under the attention of Conchita. As the man on top of me relaxed, still inside me, his weight enveloped me and I found breathing difficult. My eyes had again closed tightly as I received his passionate kisses on my neck. I was not aware that my arms and legs were still holding the burly figure tightly in a lovers embrace.

“Uh...uh!” Conchita’s cough broke the moment and the man stirred, then ever so slowly he withdrew himself from my tiny pink body. As he dropped from My slick Vagina there was an embarrassing plop.

My eyes opened languidly and a blush rose from my chest to my face. My first customer as a whore was not as I had expected. My eyes had moved with the retreating Mexican and I was looked directly at my next customer who had herd the sound of disengagement, he was grinning back at me.

My breathing had now recovered but my whole body was covered in a fine glaze of perspiration. The fat man paused beside me and thanked me for my talent. I blushed even brighter but had no time to think about what he had meant. I was about to accommodate my next customer.

Conchita had moved quickly to the bed with a wet towel. However, the second man was close behind. Before Conchita could sponge me off the customer had reached the bed.

“No need Señora,” he laughed. “I will need all of my time with this one and I don’t mind a sloppy pussy”. I had risen enough to see the creamy flecks of semen clinging to my engorged folds and new what he meant. The new man knelt between my spread thighs and lifted my hips then with his thumb and index finger rolled back his foreskin and placed the bulging purple crown against my sloppy opening.

This man was a contrast to Manuels fat rotund body. He was six feet plus tall and with broad, powerful shoulders. His considerable erection curved a little to the left and pointed straight out from his groin, not upward. Without ceremony his hardness slid into my slippery opening in one even plunge. Still kneeling the man slid his knees under My hips as he wrapped his giant paws about my waist and lifted my back from the mattress. I automatically hooked my legs above his slim hips as he began to ride me with short jabbing thrusts. Several times he had to drag me back from the bed head as his powerful short thrusts made my shoulders slide backward on the sheets.


This one, like the first man, took all of his allotted time. He was less vigorous, especially toward the end, than the first customer but had worked me solidly. I again tried my new found groin contraction that Conchita said would please the men. Each time I did it the man grimaced and said something in Mexican that I didn’t understand. I immediately stopped doing it thinking that I was some how hurting him. Then I realised I had not been hurting him but that the grimace was his way of trying not to cum and my groin clamping was taking him to the brink.

From the corner of my eye I had seen the next customer enter as the man between my legs was approaching his climax with shorter faster thrusts. I decided he had his money’s worth and as time was almost up I clamped him twice more and the man groaned, paused and tensed in an effort to hold back but he was past the point of being able to stop.

The man was so deep I felt his balls surge against my behind as he came. I felt him bubbling against my cervix. Then he sighed and relaxed still kneeling between my spread thys. He smiled broadly as he plopped from me. The big Mexican patted my cheek and to My surprise kissed my mouth. His breath, as Conchita had predicted, was foul but I forced a smile. I had two satisfied customers at least. To my own surprise I felt a little proud of my new talent. I was sure I could control men when they were f*****g me. At least I was beginning to understand how I could control when they came.

Conchita was able to pat some of the dribbling cum from My open pussy and apply some more gel to my congested hole. By this time the young Mexican had finished washing himself and was standing waiting to be invited to the bed.

“Good girl Good Girl” Conchita repeated as she squeezed my hand “your doing great. Your fanny is brimful of stuff so this one will really go down in slops, She winked but I missed the Joke.”

I smiled uncertainly back at Conchita. “you said they would be quick.”

“You have not enjoyed them then?”

“It hasn’t been as bad as I expected, but ...” Before I could qualify my answer Conchita interrupted

“This one will take little time small one, he is very young ... perhaps his first time. His foreskin is tight, they always come quick,” I smiled broadly as the boy climbed onto the bed trying to look confident. Despite My open sloppy hole he had to be assisted in. I did this without thought. Even as he entered he shuddered and I new the boy was shooting his semen into my already sloppy depths.

“Its O.K. Ok I whispered stay in, keep moving slowly, you have time” I was no expert but this seemed like the right thing to say. However, the boy was spent and he rolled from me after only a couple of minutes. Never the less his smile was broad and he seemed satisfied.

Conchita had been so confident of his quick exit that she had already allowed the forth customer into the room. My jaw dropped, I just stared at the powerful figure already naked, he was black.

Blacks were slaves, not people, there were stories of what happened to white women who gave themselves to blacks and none of the stories were nice. Passing inspection the man was washing himself as Conchita came to me to clean me up.

“Conchita, he’s black, I can’t... not with a black.” I hissed

She just looked at me for several seconds, then as she was about to reply when the bed sagged as the man climbed between my spread legs.
His fist wrapped firmly about the base of the dark purple shaft as he pressed it down toward my pussy. It was both thick and long, heavily vaned, with a dark pink crown. My eyes lifted along his flat stomach to his grinning continence. My mouth dropped open and I began to shake my head and mouth the word “No” as he lowered himself onto me.

Even though I was well lubricated, in fact leaking cum, this black man, I winced as he pressed into me. As big as he was I had no problem taking him because of Conchita’s ointment but I new he was filling me more than any other of the men had. He didn’t rest on his elbows but took his weight on his hands. In this way only our groins were in contact. I looked into the grinning face as he made his first long deep stab into me.


“How’s that feel white girl,” his smile turned into an angry expression. This was a black man who felt he was subjugating the whole white race by being able to buy a white woman. I bit my lip and said nothing. I new, that to prevent him looking on this as some sort of victory I would have to dominate him. Receiving little reaction from his short cruel drives his thrusts quickened.

He worked his hips in and out and then rotated his groin against mine while at full penetration. them he reverted back to straight thrusts, all the time he ground into my groin. I found his fullness, vitality and vigour exciting and let him know by my smile that he was not taking but giving. For five long minutes I let him hump me vigorously then I clamped my groin on his shaft, twice in rapid succession. Instantly his superior smile vanished, again I clamped and he gritted his teeth.

“Hows that feel black man, Jane will make you come...... Now” I smiled back sweetly and clamped again and again, milking him with my groin. He groaned and fired into me. I looked him square in the eyes and said, “you were great, will you be back?”

“Yes mam was his reply as he withdrew and left the bed.”