Walter Collins
Tijuana slut

CHAPTER ONE

The drug had worked well. I was too far gone to panic or fight back.

"She ready?" John asked.

"I think so. Pinch her tit."

I felt the pressure of John's fingers on my boob. It felt like he was pinching a balloon. It didn't hurt.

"All right-you want to see what you're buying?" John asked, standing up.

"What's the slut's name?" the Mexican asked.

"Melody Hart," John said.

I was in a dazed fog as they pulled me off the couch and flopped me onto the long, heavy coffee table. My blouse was pushed up until it bunched under my arms. The bra was stretched and pulled until my boobs fell out and spread across my ribs. The band snapped back. I felt the round jugs jerk.

They rose in steep cones from the pressure.

One of them tweaked my tiny, pink nipples. Hands probed the fatty part of my tits.

My skirt was pushed up and spread over my tummy. I was too weak and sleepy to stop them. I felt my panties and hose being turned inside out. My red-haired snatch was bared. I was aware of my underthings being worked past my knees. I Pied to keep my legs locked together. They wouldn't respond.

Rough fingers spread, the cheeks of my ass as I was rolled onto my belly. I felt a tug on my slip and knew he was wiping his finger clean on it.

I was rolled back over. The two men callously gave me a pelvic exam. The coolness of the room chilled my cunt as they spread my pussy-lips wide. They forced the skin covering my clit back. I felt them pinch the poor little joy-button. They jerked my cunt-flaps apart and examined my pee-hole.

I had been so happy with John's eight-inch cock. It meant that he had an extra two inches of fire to burn my cunt on the way back and forth. I'd thought it was a good sign. In fact, I had been so infatuated with his cock I'd agreed to go across the border to Tijuana for the weekend without asking any questions.

We hadn't known each other for more than a singe night. John had picked me up at a football rally Thursday night. He introduced himself by commenting on how pretty my name was. The next thing I knew, he had his hand under my coat

and was squeezing my knockers.

There was no way you could call me a virgin. As a nineteen-year-old co-ed, I'd bounced on my share of hard-ons. I had even had my ass pounded into the sand at one of the beaches and done a sixty-nine in a bedroll.

The chemistry was right between John and me from the start. We left the rally early. I went to his apartment with him. He unlocked the door and ushered me in. I had no will of my own. It was like my mom and dad, in Beverly Hills, hadn't taught me anything. College didn't matter any more. In less than a day I started to change my mind about being a writer. I started thinking about dropping out of school. I knew it was wrong, but he had that effect on me. I trusted him. Without knowing a thing about the man, I trusted him.

John shut the door behind us. He pulled me into his arms and ran his hands under the jacket. I shivered as his fingers traced my spine. His hands drew along my sides. I shivered again. They rode over the sides of my tits. I could feel my nipples stiffen and try to burn through the cups of my bra. John's hands didn't linger. They continued up. They caressed the balls of my shoulders. The coat fell from my arms.

It landed on the floor behind me. It was expensive and I should have cared, but I didn't. His mouth mashed against mine. His firm lips forced mine open. His aftershave lotion blended nicely with my perfume. His mouth tasted clean and fresh

as I explored it with my tongue. His licker flicked across my teeth, examining and tasting each in turn.

My boobs were mashed against his chest and I could feel the bulge in his pants against my tummy. His hands weren't idle. They stroked my long, red hair. He spent a short time getting used to the gentle firmness of my back and then wandered to my bottom.

I thrilled as his big paws massaged my ass. He was very forward in his approach. The nylon of my pantyhose rustled crisply against the lace of my half-slip as my skirt slid under his hands.

The dark-blue, knit fabric bunched easily under his fingers. I felt the breezy caress as it rode higher and higher, exposing my rounded butt. I found myself regretting that I'd bothered with hose at all. He held the skirt and slip up with one hand. His other explored the lush curves.

I shivered and felt my pussy growing moist. He traced the wavy seam of the cinnamon garment. He was a pro. I was ready to pee myself and I hadn't been alone with him for more than five minutes.

His hands left my ass. My skirt fell back in place. His tongue shot clear to the back of my mouth. I was breathing like I had just run the mile. His hot breath was smooth and even. The hard bulge pressing against my belly was the only sign that he wasn't in complete control.

His fingers started on the buttons at the back of my blouse. They came open smoothly. My top

loosened as he pinched each one from its hole. Within seconds he had the last one undone. I dropped my arms and pulled back far enough he could get it down. Like the coat, it ended up on the floor. My mother would have died. My clothes were nice. At that moment, I could have cared less.

The lights were on. My freckles showed plainly against the paleness of my shoulders. My pink nipples blushed through the transparent lace of the halter. He didn't pay any attention. He drew me back to him. His lips locked over mine again and his hands slid over my back. His fingers hooked the elastic band at the center.

John wasn't any novice. He pinched the single hook loose with one hand. My boobs stayed in the cups because they were mashed against his chest. He flicked the straps off my shoulders with a careless twitch of his fingers.

Without breaking our kiss, he eased back. He pried my arms from their hug and my bra fell to the floor. I felt my ripe tits strain from the weight of their new-found freedom. My nipples were already rock-hard. The tension of their need was drawing the soft flesh around them taut.

One hand cupped a lush tit. His other drew my tummy against his crotch. I meowed. His tongue never missed a lick as his fingers started to knead my boob. I didn't understand or question how he could be so cool and calm. At the moment I was too hot to think. I was too naive to even consider the possibility that he was a procurer for a

white-slave ring.

The lava in my belly was bubbling. My tits were throbbing. The crotch of my panties was wet with juice. The cheeks of my ass were locked tightly together and my knees were wobbly. My back was breaking out in goosebumps wherever his fingers brushed. I was his.

I was lightheaded long before he broke off our kiss. He led me to the couch and pulled me down beside him.

"You have the smallest, palest nipples I've ever seen," he smiled. "God, but they're beautiful."

I blushed in pride.

"Baby, I'm gonna eat your red-headed cunt. I'm gonna fuck your little hole till all you can think of is my eight inches of meat. You're gonna get your cookies off so many times that you won't think of anything else."

I wiggled expectantly. He lowered his mouth to my swollen jug. My hard-lipped nipple shot between his teeth as he sucked. Bolts of lightning flashed through me. He rolled the pink pap between his lips. He nibbled on it. He flailed it with his tongue.

His hands slid under my skirt. They pushed the silky material of my slip back as they ran along the inside of my thigh. I couldn't stop a shaky whimper as they brushed my hidden vee and caressed my tummy. I wanted to get a hand on his hard-on but it was put of reach.

He was a strange man-so cool, so professional.

He was an artist. He was in complete command. I couldn't impose my will on him. I was his" to do with as he saw fit. I'd never been so completely dominated by a man. I'd never seen a man that could be so calm while working on my body. It was like he could will his response.

His hands found the top of my pantyhose. They stretched it out and began to turn them inside out. I raised my ass, making a mental note to find out how he managed to get the damned thing off more easily than I could.

He stopped nibbling and thrilling my tit for a second. Raising up, he slid his well-manicured fingers under the transparent mesh. The garment slid down both legs at the same time.

His eyes gazed hotly at the white of my panties. My snatch trembled at the wicked, lusty way they bored through the airy material. It seemed like he had X-ray vision. Growing up in the heart of movie land, and having money, I'd known a lot of sophisticated men, but John was unbelievable.

I arched my hips again. He hooked my skirt and half-slip and pulled them off. I lay there dressed in my skimpy panties. The juice bubbled through the double layer of rayon and embarrassed me.

His fingers sent chills trickling through my legs as he traced the leg bands. My tummy bounced as his fingers followed the top around. His legs slid gently up the inside of my thigh. My legs shot wide open for him. His finger traced the underside of my ass. He tucked the tight bands into the crack.

The tight elastic pulled my little split open. The juice dribbled out of my hole like a dyer. It ran along the delicate gulley and pooled on top of my asshole.

He took my hand and guided it between my own legs. My middle finger was resting on top of my cunt.

"Tickle your cunt while I get ready to plug you," he commanded, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt.

I did what he wanted. I'd never played with my pussy in front of someone before. I felt wicked and excitingly depraved. My finger made the soggy cloth slide over the rubbery membranes in the center of my wet crack.

John was so handsome. He had the face of a movie star. His body was muscular and tan. His chest was covered with black curls. I watched anxiously as he undid his belt. Excitement gripped my belly as he flicked open the catch at the top of his slacks. My clit began to vibrate as he ran his fly down. My pink cunt-petals swelled as he dropped his pants and shorts in an easy, graceful movement.

He hadn't been kidding when he said he had an eight-inch cock. It sprang free from the confining clothes and jutted lewdly. Its perfectly formed, crimson knob bounced hungrily. It seemed to be searching for its prey. It looked the situation over like a cobra.

His mammoth balls hung, fully extended, below his gorgeous prick. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around his meat. I wanted to taste his cock.

I wanted to feel his strength and heat in my mouth. I wanted to run my tongue over his smooth meat. I wanted to smell his body and thrill to his need. I wanted to make his rigid tool drool like my twat.

The man had the same idea. He pulled me off the sofa. His fingers snagged the waistband of my panties and slid them to my knees. I stooped. My boobs hung, jiggling like jelly, as I pushed the underthings over my knees.

I trembled in desire as he drew me to him for a long kiss. My soft tits pancaked against his strong ribs. I tilted my head up, searching for his waiting lips. His hard-on slid up my belly and threatened to leave an eight-inch blister from belly button to ribs.

He lowered as easily onto the soft shag carpet. He pushed me onto my back. Breaking off our kiss, he twisted around. My hand snaked out and grabbed that god-like prick as it came towards my face.

I didn't need an invitation to guide it against my lips. I needed his cock in my mouth like I'd never needed anything before. This was better than any fantasy I'd ever had. It was better than taking on the entire crew of an aircraft carrier. It was better than sneaking into the locker room of the San Diego Chargers.

His hard cock tasted hot and salty. He smelled of need. His hairy thighs brushed my soft cheeks. I wrapped my arms around the small of his back

and began to force him lower and lower.

The rigid prick slid along my tongue. Its cushiony crown thrilled along the roof of my mouth until it reached the back. I tilted my head enough to allow his cock to penetrate my throat.

His slime began to leave a trail along my windpipe as his rod filled me deeper and deeper. I sucked in. I moved my tongue from side to side as best I could. Then I let his prick come out.

I tightened my lips around his cock-shaft and gummed his burgeoning prick. I nibbled and gnawed as he got ready to fill my mouth again. I trembled as his cock sank home. His balls rested on my cheek for a second time.

He lowered his head into position between my legs. The muscles in my legs rippled and tensed like a dancer's. His wet tongue thrilled from the top of my gash to my cowled cunt.

The thrills were delicious. He didn't have to draw the little hood back to expose my joy-switch. My clit swelled and shot into the open. He wormed a hand into position and began to rub the sides of my pleasure center while the tongue played tic-tac-toe on its exposed head.

I felt new rivers of nectar racing from my cunt. The fingers from his right hand dipped between the bloated petals of my snatch. They pushed the pink, crinkled flaps aside and dipped deep into my crimson well.

My sticky cunt-lips clung to his nose as he worked on my cunt with his tongue. My butt shook

with ecstasy. His little finger wormed between the lush cheeks and poked against my tight asshole.

His hard-on slid into my throat. His balls hit my nose. A nut fell to either side and rested hotly on my soft, freckled cheeks. I opened my eyes. The strong cord, running from the bottom of his reddish bag to the hair at the base of his crack, fascinated me.

John's fingers continued to rub and stroke the sides of my cunt. His tongue left the tip of the exposed joy-worm and washed the musty nectar from between the flaps. His tongue dipped lower. It thrilled around the hungry hole. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy with a pop. His tongue licked the dribbling juice away.

I gasped as his little finger poked the center of my asshole and twisted its way inside. My cunt filled with flames of urgency. It was impossible to know how ready he was. Most of the other men I'd blown showed signs of their need. John didn't. There was no trembling or swelling of his shaft. He was completely in control of his emotions.

There was no way to hide my readiness or need. I was so hot I was shaking. My legs were twisting and my hips were starting to buck and grind. I rubbed my red-haired twat against his nose. I tried to suck his tongue into my stomach.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I felt a strangely empty feeling as I savored the last of his lingering juices. He stopped licking my gash and twisted around. He spread my legs. My knees rose

to my chest. His cock knew the way. He aimed and headed home without holding it.

I beat my fists on the rug and bit my up as his big prick met my soggy cunt-lips. I moaned as his strong tool forced my little hole wide. My mind whirled. He pushed into my cunt and smoothed out the wrinkles of my royal pleasure-cave.

His cock drove deeper and deeper, met my cervix and kept going. I grabbed my knees and squeezed in uncontrollable lust. His cock sank in clear to his balls. I felt his nuts bang against my asshole before he started back.

He lowered himself. I hooked my ankles behind his back. My clit rode against his scalding shaft. Wave after wave of gripping electricity caroused through my body.

His fuck-thrusts grew harder and faster. His prick bounced off my womb like it was a trampoline. My ass hammered into the carpet from the force of his thrusts. His spear grew slick with my cunt-juice, shimmering in the light as it knifed back and forth in my hole. He allowed his cock to sink completely into my snatch. His chest mashed my jigging tits and made my nipples throb with satisfaction.

Our lips met. His tongue shot into my mouth and dueled with mine. The thrills turned my body to water. The need and lust turned from trickling waves to a pounding surf as he kept it up. I was caught in a storm of desire.

I lost track of where I was and what I was. My

mind swirled in the world of passion. The only thing that existed was the thrilling dick stabbing my gash. Our hips grated as he slammed his cock into me. The worn echoed with the wet slaps of our heated fucking. His ass moved in circles as he drove his cock back and forth. His rod went into my scalding cunt like a corkscrew.

I was rising toward my climax at an unbelievable pace.

"Oh! Ohh, shit! Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, yesss! Lover, fill my hole! Bang my box! Make me come! Please!" I whimpered. "Ohhhh, yessss! That's the way! Oh, shit! Oh, that feels so good! Shove your cock all the way home! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

My hips were gyrating. My ass was smacking the floor as his hips hit them. They sprang six inches in an effort to take more and more. I was on the verge of an orgasm. I was on the brink of the best release I'd ever known.

"I-I'm coming! Oh! Ohh! OOOHHH! COOOMMIINNGGG!!" My voice went off into a bunch of screaming jibberish as wave after wave of complete thrilling release washed over me.

My mind swirled into a crescendo of bright lights and soothing music. I soared. I floated. I basked in the greatest joy a woman can know. I clung to the ecstatic moment as long as I could.

When I was done coming, I found that John hadn't come yet. He'd controlled it! He hadn't allowed himself to pop. I was panting desperately, trying to catch my breath. I was glossy with sweat

and trembling with satisfaction.

He didn't give me time to get mad. He told me he was going to fuck me to a few more comes before he shot his wad. I couldn't believe it. But he spent almost all night proving it to me.

When a man gives you a half-dozen orgasms in one night, each better than the last, you follow him anywhere. He had me hooked. All I could do was hope that he'd keep poking my pussy with that magnificent eight-inch cock. That's why I agreed to skip Friday's classes and go to Tijuana with him.

It was pretty early when we crossed the bridge into Baja. Everything was open and ready to swallow us, but the traffic wasn't heavy yet. John said he had to see a guy on some business before we went through the shops. I thought this might be a pretty good way to learn something about him. I agreed to go along.

My escort flagged down a cab and gave him an address I didn't catch. The driver spent nearly a half-hour wandering aimlessly through the streets. I thought I noticed the same building a couple of times. I mentioned this to John, but he assured me I was wrong.

We stopped at a plain, adobe building. It looked like all the rest I'd seen. The street was dirt. It was in a crowded residential section. I'd never be able to find it on my own. John paid the driver and steered me up the outside stairs to the second floor.

A middle-aged Mexican answered the door. He was neatly dressed in a business suit and seemed pleasant. After greeting us, we were ushered into a small worn at the center of the house. The place was paneled in dark wood. It was richly carpeted and had a heavy ceiling. There were no windows. The expensive decorations seemed out of place in such a shabby neighborhood.

John and I took our seats on the couch. The man excused himself and disappeared for a second. When he returned, he had a tray with three large glasses of wine.

"This is for the lady," he smiled. John and he took the two remaining glasses. He set the tray aside and joined us.

I didn't understand any Spanish and couldn't tell what they were talking about. I was awfully tired. It didn't surprise me when I started to nod off after a few minutes. I thought it was from fucking all night.

It didn't make any difference how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't focus and wouldn't stay open. I knew the men were watching me, and I felt ashamed of myself. Then they started speaking in English, and everything turned into a nightmare.

Here I was, lying on a coffee table, drugged and being brutally examined. A hand forced my mouth open. Fingers checked my teeth and pulled at my tongue. The man pinched my arm muscles and pressed my stomach. I was powerless to resist. My mind was getting foggier and foggier. My body

wouldn't obey my commands.

The men stopped their prodding. I managed to force one eye open enough to see what was going on. There was only time for a brief glimpse before they fell shut again. The men were emptying my wallet. My ID was being burned in an ashtray. I tried to speak but couldn't.

I felt my earrings, watch and necklace being torn from me. It took a little effort, but they even got the ring my grandmother had given me.

"I'm going to send her to the club first. We'll break her spirit before sending her south. If she lasts to Monday morning, there won't be any fight left in her."

I was too far gone to care. The words echoed through my mind, but I was too rummy to do any thinking. I couldn't fight it any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was in the back of an old panel truck. My clothes were twisted and in the same condition as when they'd examined me.

We hit a bump and I moaned. The sound came from deep in my throat. It was muffled. I became aware of something in my mouth. It was a rag. My jaws ached. I tried to move my hands. I couldn't. Pain shot from my wrists when I jerked. Someone had tied them behind my head with wire.

"I think she's awake," a heavily accented voice whispered.

"Well-find out," another answered.

I lay real still. The fog hadn't cleared from my

mind yet. I didn't move. I didn't even move when the hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I didn't twitch when it explored my snatch. I didn't shiver as the fingers rolled my cunt. Then the man viciously pinched and jerked. I writhed in agony and tried to kick the man.

"She's awake all right," the accented voice laughed.

"The bitch tried to kick me," the other voice echoed.

"We have time to teach her a lesson."

"Yeah," the first one said, feeling around blindly in the darkness for my tit.

I whimpered as they pulled me to my knees. The dirty metal of the truck floor hurt my knees and face. A gurgle shot up from inside me and was drowned by the gag as a hand jerked me forward.

A hand grabbed either side of my hips. I felt a heated hard-on press against my pussy from behind, I stiffened. It drove home viciously. My face scraped the metal floor. A hand jerked my head up. Another hand pinched my jaw and jerked the rag out. I felt a cock fill it before I could cry out.

The man behind me was resting his chest across my back. His hands grabbed and tore at my tits. My hands couldn't help support my weight. My head sank onto the stiff, smelly boner. I felt the prick knifing into my cunt from behind. The cock in front cruelly battered the back of my mouth and blocked my windpipe.

I was defenseless. I couldn't twist my head enough to get the straining cock out. Each time I tried, it excited him more and more. I was jerked up and down by my hair. The man held his cock in my throat until I thought I was going to choke to death. I panicked. Then he pulled me back.

Each time my head was jerked up, the weight of the other man threatened to break my back and neck. It was humiliating to have the cock in my pussy, but I could stand that. The one fucking my throat was unbearable. Agony flowed through my boobs. My arms and shoulders hurt. My knees were on fire.

I felt the truck leave the pavement and bounce onto a dirt road. The man kneeling in front of me began to jerk my head back and forth with a new urgency. The one fucking my cunt began to drive in and out like his life depended on it.

I sensed the cock in my snatch starting to swell.

I felt it begin to throb. Then he was bucking. His prick spurted its gooey load of slime into my cunt.

I felt his prick slip free and knew he was finished.

Once the weight was off my back the other dick became almost bearable.

We shifted as the truck started up a steep hill. My knees burned on the truck bed and started to bleed. A hand slapped my ass and I jerked in surprise and pain. The cock fucking my face started spitting in my mouth. I felt the cum shoot into my throat. It coated the back of my mouth. I tried to get a breath and sucked it up my nose. It

coated my teeth. It backed around my tongue and dripped from my mouth. It mixed with my saliva. It tasted yeasty. It replaced the salty taste of his tool. I swallowed and struggled to keep from gagging.

The man pushed me to the side and shoved the rag back in my mouth. I almost blacked out before I managed to snuff the cum back into my throat so

I could breathe. The men were laughing as they felt my body twisting in desperation beside them.

I knew now what I was in for. Wherever it was I was going, was a place designed to torture for no reason-except the entertainment of its customers. Somehow I had to find a weak link in their chain. I had to win someone to my side. Then, if possible, I had to escape.