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CHAPTER EIGHT

When Becky finally woke up, she checked the electric clock next to Eric's bed. It was still early in the evening. She stretched and breathed deeply, causing the dried-up cum and pussy-juice plastered across her belly to crack and flake. She brushed the dandruff-like particles off onto the rumpled bedclothes.

Getting up to turn on the overhead light, Becky made sure she was alone in the room. So many strange things had been happening lately, she wanted to make sure she had a little privacy for a change. A musky sex-smell hung in the air, causing warm rushes of desire to course through Becky's cunt. She reached down and ran her hand through her tender pussylips.

Oh, if only I could satisfy my Goddamn cunt! she said to herself.

Becky took a long hot shower, soaping herself liberally, enjoying the flowing stream of lather that flooded down across her big delicious tits. She toweled herself dry quickly and scrambled into her clothes.

She walked through Eric's dark office and then stepped into the brightly lit reception room. Sitting on the small couch, reading a magazine, was none other than Paul Reed.

"Did you enjoy your rest?" he asked. He smiled broadly and his eyes twinkled.

"Yeah, I feel great," Becky answered.

She felt her pussy growing warm. Cunt-sauce began to trickle out past her puffy pussylips. She thought Paul looked like just the man to satisfy her ever-horny cunt.

Paul spread his muscular thighs wide apart when he saw that Becky was going to leap into his lap. Tie caught her easily and held her tight in his brawny arms. Becky ran her long fingers across his tight, rippling chest muscles, rubbing the heel of her hand hard against the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Well, young lady, I'd have to say you were glad to see me," the big man said. He sighed deeply, blowing his breath out hotly across Becky's jutting tits.

"That's right, you big stud. I always get like this when I see a man who packs a meaty cock like yours. I can remember sucking it like it was an hour ago!"

Becky leaned back and grabbed, the hem of her short skirt with both hands, pulling her skirt back up to her slim waist. She had purposely neglected to wear her panties. Her slick creaming cuntlips were revealed in all their juicy glory.

Paul stared down at Becky's cunt with obvious delight. "Yes sir, that is one hot little box you got there, kitten."

"Well, what are you waiting for? A referee's whistle? Why don't you get down there and lap it up?"

Becky eased her hands down into her cunt. Tenderly grasping her outer cuntlips between her red-enameled fingernails, she pried her pussy-flaps apart to reveal her quivering cunt-hole.

"Come on, it's all yours. You're not funny, are you?"

Paul laughed from deep in his chest. "Are you kidding? I've had this cock stuffed into more dripping pussies than you could count. And you know I'd be the first one to dive into your wet cunt – if we had the time."

Becky worked two of her fingers into her drooling pussy to try and soothe her frustration. "What the… oooohh… what the fuck… ahhhh… are you talking about, anyway?"

"I need you to do a little favor for me, honey."

"What more could… ahhhh… do for you the… ooohhh… let you fuck my pussy, Goddamn it!"

"Just come with me and I'll try and explain on the way."

Paul eased Becky up off the couch. She was hopping mad. Standing before the big football player with her arms crossed, she tapped her foot impatiently. Her skin was still rolled back up around her waist, and her cunt quivered and leaked more juice from the vibrations of her shaking legs.

Paul grabbed a few sheets of Kleenex from the side table and wiped the puddle of cunt-sauce from his knee. Then he stood up and grabbed Becky around the waist, ushering her out the door. When they were in the elevator, Paul pushed the button for the underground parking garage.

When they were finally in his new sports car, speeding down the freeway, Paul began telling Becky his story.

"I suppose you heard about the trouble I had with those cheerleaders," he said, checking his speedometer.

"I heard something about it," Becky answered coldly.

Despite her outward bitchiness, her cunt was still on fire. It looked like Paul didn't want to fuck her. And how could she ever follow through on her plan to feed her hungry pussy any delicious cock available if she was stuck in the tiny front seat of a fast-moving car?

"Didn't they file a paternity suit or something?" she asked.

"A half-dozen fucking paternity suits, to be exact. But that's another story altogether. The big problem is this. The league commissioner wants to suspend me until everything with these cheerleaders is cleared up." Becky stared at her dark reflection in the window glass, noticing all the other ears they were passing as they hurtled along in the fast lane.

"So how does that include me?" she sneered.

"I need you to fuck and suck the old guy so he'll let me play. If I can start the game on opening day it will mean a lot to the whole team. I don't know how we could pay you back, but we'll sure as hell try."

Becky was so horny she didn't really care that Paul had all but kidnapped her. At the sound of the words "fuck and suck" her pussy began drooling again. She didn't care who Paul set her up with, as long as the guy had a cock and as long as he knew what to do with it. She would take care of the rest.

Reaching down to stroke her bulging pussy mound, Becky turned to Paul and smiled. "Sure, I'll do whatever you want. Just get me there in a hurry, that's all I ask. I'm so horny right now I could fuck the whole NFL – if they weren't all a bunch of pansies!" Becky's smile turned to a leer and she glared at him icily.

"Just do me this favor, bitch."

Paul stepped down hard on the accelerator. Before long, he had pulled off the freeway and was driving down the tree-lined entrance road to Commissioner Hogan's estate on the outskirts of town.

"Quaint little place," Becky said sarcastically as Paul parked in front of the three-story mansion.

"You'll learn to love it here, slut."

Paul leaped out of his car and stepped around to pull Becky out of the front seat. He dragged her to the front door and knocked loudly on the thick oak. The door finally opened and a short, expensively dressed man appeared, breathing huskily.

"Ah, yes," he said, his eyes bulging as he gazed at Becky's succulent body. "Please come in. I've been expecting you."

The little man led Becky and Paul to an impeccably furnished sitting room at the end of a long hallway.

"Won't you have a seat?" he said, motioning with his tiny arm.

Becky looked around the room at the expensive paintings and fixtures and eased her seductively wide ass into the plush velvet cushions of an antique couch. She looked up at the little man and said crisply. "You can tell Commissioner what's-his-name that we're here now."

Paul coughed nervously. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head at Becky.

"What the fuck's your problem?" she snarled. "Miss Morris, allow me to introduce you to Commissioner Hogan," Paul said, standing.

Becky's body went slack. She dropped her forehead into her hand and said angrily, "Are you kidding? You brought me over here to f…"

Paul cut her off with a glare. He strided over to the little man and placed his big arm around the commissioner's shoulders, practically obscuring his tiny head.

"Sir, Miss Morris… or you can call her Becky… is my… ah, mediator. She's had quite a bit of legal experience… in these… ah, matters. I'm sure she'll be able to help you reach an agreeable decision… regarding our little… disagreement."

"Yes, I see," the commissioner said, flinging Paul's arm off his shoulders and walking toward the couch.

Becky studied him closely. He was not bad looking, she thought, for a little shrimp. As she realized he was staring at her with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth; she figured she might as well humor the little guy. She crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt back so that he could see the dark promise of her bushy cunt. She slowly ran her long sexy fingers along her smooth leg, raking her red fingernails across her creamy inner thighs. Jutting her delicious tits out toward his quivering lips, she slid her tongue around her full pouting lips.

Paul noticed that the couple had taken an interest in one another. He pound his hands together gleefully, and then backed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

As Becky smiled and thrust out her gigantic tits, she eyed the commissioner's crotch, looking for a tell-tale hard-on. She was pleased to see that the little man packed a remarkably thick cock. The bulge in his pants reached almost down to his knee! Judging from the way he stared at her longingly, she figured she'd be able to satisfy him quickly and then get out of there – to move on to greener pastures.

The commissioner stood next to her and reached over to stroke her warm thigh, rubbing his hand from her knee down to the hem of her skimpy skirt.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked hoarsely.

"Certainly," Becky replied. She was suddenly struck by the self-confidence this man possessed. She felt like he was speaking to her as if he owned her.

He squeezed her thigh tightly before retiring to the bar in the corner. Staring back at the seething secretary, he cast her an unsettling glance.

Becky thought she detected something sinister in his strangely gleaming eyes. No, it couldn't be, she thought. He looks like such a nice little guy. But nonetheless, his curious gaze had triggered a fresh gush of pussy-juice. She moved uncomfortably on the couch, afraid that she might ruin the costly fabric with her dripping cunt-sauces.

The commissioner returned with her drink. He held the crystal glass out to Becky. His other hand was behind his back.

"Here you are," he said devilishly. "I hope you enjoy it."

Suddenly, Becky felt as if a cold breeze had blown into the room. She downed her drink quickly, tossing it straight into the back of her throat. She gasped and choked, knocking her fist against her breast bone after the liquor hit. He had made her an especially strong drink and the booze burned and glowed in her belly. Soon, warm sensations were coursing through her pussy. The booze had triggered the desperate urges that had racked her pussy ever since she had sucked off Eric two days ago. She wanted to get fucked so bad she could taste it. But how could this little man give her the fucking she so frantically requested?

"Would you like another?" he asked, smiling impishly.

Becky wiped her mouth. "Sure, why not?"

The commissioner brought his hand out from behind his back. All this time, he had been clutching a thin leather riding crop. He gently slapped the end of the little whip into the palm of his little hand.

"I'm sorry, you slut! But I'm afraid you cannot have another drink! It's obvious you don't know how to hold your liquor."

Becky stared at him, totally amazed. Her first reaction was to close her legs and cover her tits with her arms. But she sat there immobile, almost hypnotized by the odd gleam in the commissioner's beady eyes. This just can't be happening, she told herself. It's just too weird!

The little man paced back and forth in front of the frightened secretary. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be paid for your bad manners," he said. "I thought you came over here tonight to help me negotiate a little business matter. But instead, it appears you want to carry on like a fucking pig instead!"

With that, the commissioner lashed out and struck Becky across her big fleshy tits with the riding crop.

"Aaaaahhh, shit! That hurts!"

"You bet it does!" he screamed back at her. "But not as much as this!"

He brought the whip down hard again, striking her full force across her thighs. He thrashed her quickly two more times until huge red welts appeared.

"Now, perhaps you'll learn to control yourself," he said brusquely.

Almost unbearable jolts of pain shot through her legs, forcing Becky to scream out in agony. But as much as she wanted to run out of the room, she found herself unable to budge. It was as if her body knew that his harsh treatment would soon pay off in a jackpot of bliss, and she found herself submitting to the little man's flogging punishment.

"Take off your clothes, bitch! I want to see you naked!"

Becky obeyed, ripping her things off as fast as she could, tearing off her skirt and tossing the shredded fabric aside.

"Faster!" he demanded, beating her with his whip. "You're not moving fast enough!"

As she struggled to tear off her blouse, he struck her again and again. Then he jumped up onto the couch and stood over her, continuing his merciless lashing. Becky tried to cover her trembling tits with her arms, but he whacked at her limbs viciously. She rolled over, trying to protect her sensitive tits, but that simply allowed the commissioner access to her creamy asscheeks. He smashed one foot down on her back, trying to hold her squirming body in place while his riding crop whistled through the air and sliced into the firm, succulent flesh of her ass.

"Aaaahhhhh! Ohhhh, that hurts! You're killing me, damn it! Yaaahhhggg!"

He continued whipping her until she felt as if he had blistered every square inch of her tender flesh. But still, he managed to find unabused areas of her squirming, writhing body with the end of his fierce, unrelenting whip. It was as if the terrible-looking little riding crop had a mind of its own as it continued striking her all over.

As the little man breathed raggedly, murmuring incoherently, she squealed beneath him. But the more he punished her, the more she realized she wanted the blows to hun! It was crazy to think anyone could experience pleasure in such a situation! she told herself.

But nevertheless, all this time her pussy had been gushing tremendous amounts of fresh creamy cunt sauce. As she squirmed against the slick fabric of the couch, she lathered her hips and thighs in the churning puddle of her cuntjuice. She was actually creaming in anticipation of being fucked by this madman!

But was he really mad? Maybe she was the one who was mad, since she seemed to be wallowing with strange delight beneath the blows of his whip. But this couldn't be crazy if it felt so good. She finally admitted it to herself. She was getting off on being thrashed. She was finally getting in touch with deep hidden sensations that had always been dormant in her juicy cunt. She loved it – and she wanted more.

"Ohhhhh, you're really doing it now!" she shrieked.

The commissioner paused for a moment. Sweat dripped off his forehead and splashed onto her raw, blistered back.

"That's the idea, YOU fucking whore! And now I've got a real surprise for you."

Her body fairly hummed all over with sweet pain. She wriggled her drenched cunt against the sopping fabric of the couch, feeling the first delicious stirrings of a climax bristling throughout her battered loins.

The little man struggled above her, trying to tear off his clothes. His costly suit lay scattered all over the room by the time he finally stripped, sweat glistening all over his trembling body. His oversized cock was wagging and pulsating, pumped up to the bursting point with excited surging blood. She looked back over her stinging shoulder to gaze longingly at his red-hot prick. Pre-cum oozed in a steady stream from the end of his cocktip, flowing in a syrupy string until it coiled onto her bruised asscheeks.

"Now, spread your ass for me, bitch. You're really gonna get it! Yeahhhh!"

Becky reached behind to grab her asscheeks and spread them apart.

"Oh, please! Don't hurt me!" she wailed.

But she knew she didn't mean what she was saying. She wanted him to ravage her ass any way he knew how. She only pretended to be in pain because she knew he enjoyed seeing her writhing in agony. Becky wondered what the man would think if he knew she was enjoying the torture and torment more than he was!

She pulled her asscheeks apart as far as she could – until she thought her ass would rip apart. And the intense pain felt so good! Jolts and shocks of anguish flashed through her ass and filled her pussy with burning pleasure. Her clit throbbed hotly and she mashed it against the couch cushion, grinding her wide hips down as hard as she could. The overabundance of pre-cum and cuntjuice streamed over her ravished body, making each and every welt and sore on her thighs and ass sting with precious pain.

The frenzied commissioner teased the rubbery pucker of her asshole with the end of his whip handle. He worked the first half-inch of the leather grip into her clenching ass and moaned. Becky thrashed about as if she were mortally hurt. But she really wanted him to ram the whip handle in deeper!

"There, you filthy bitch! Now I'm going to rip up your fucking asshole. Yeahhhhh!"

With one furious lunge, the little man forced the riding crop as deep into Becky's ass-channel as he could. She felt as if she had just been plugged with a burning sword. Sharp hot pain slashed through the entire length of her ass-tunnel, causing her to scream like a woman possessed.

As he worked the thin leather whip in and out of her asshole with maniacal intensity, Becky gave in to the all-encompassing blasts in her pussy. She was building up to a climax that threatened to split her in half. This was the moment she had been waiting for for so long. And to think this crazy little man had brought her to this ecstatic point. All the frustration and unfulfilled desire of the past few days seemed to be dissolving, burned away by the furious action of the riding crop slicing into her asshole!

She couldn't think any more – she didn't want to think any more! – and she gave in completely to the thrilling sensations pounding through her cunt. She hunched back and forth out of control, trying to match the equally frantic thrusts of the whip handle deep in her asshole.

Then the commissioner plunged the riding crop into her ass as deep as he could. He screwed it around, back and forth, his sweaty fist grinding into the soft flesh of her juice-drenched ass-crack. Then he withdrew the whip with one frantic yank and tossed the leather stick into the corner.

Becky's ass-tunnel buzzed with concentrated pain.

"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me with your big cock and put that fire out in my asshole!"

The little man hunched over her, clutching his fiery-red cock in one hand. With one massive thrust, he rammed his prick all the way into her abused ass-channel and then began fucking her with all his strength.

"Yeah, so tight, you little slut. Fuck it, bitch! Fuck my cock!"

Her cunt had gushed out so much pussy-sauce that it dripped heavily down the sides of the couch, puddling onto the rig. Her clit was pulsating with throbbing excitement, and she crushed it against the couch furiously, caught in the first throes of an all-embracing orgasm. Oh, she knew it was going to be so good! And all she had to do was ride it out, cast herself into the flames of her sweltering, feverish cunt!

The commissioner ruthlessly fucked into her seething asshole, his sagging ball-sac slapping against her sopping cunt with each furious thrust. He had to grip Becky's bunching hips for dear life as she began to come. She writhed and bucked up and down, and it was all the little man do to hang on.

"Ohhh, yeahhh! This is it! Fuck, I'm comming! Aiiieeee!"

Becky thrashed and shuddered one last time, every muscle in her excited body tensing from the potency of her climax. With one final shriek, she collapsed into the pool of fuck-juices.

When she collapsed, the commissioner's raging cock slipped out of her asshole. He cried out in ecstasy as he shot his hot load of cum straight up into the air. His cum-blasts arced and then splashed down across Becky's back, spilling across he shoulderblades. As he sank back on his haunches, racked with bliss, his uncontrolled cock fired the rest of his cum all over. His jism spattered onto Becky's tender ass, onto the back of the couch, into her hair, and across the floor.

When his final cum-spasm passed through his cock, the little commissioner fell back against the far end of the couch, trying to catch his breath. Becky lay before him, moaning, licking stray droplets of hot cum from her mouth and cheeks as she relished the final moments of her massive orgasm.

Finally – if only for the moment – she had been able to subdue those restless demands in her cunt. And it felt great!

Sometime later, Paul returned. He opened the door slowly and entered the room cautiously. Upon seeing Becky and the commissioner passed out on the fuck-juice-soaked couch, he said out loud, "Jesus fucking Christ, it's humid enough in here to grow mushrooms! What the hell did you two do, anyway?"

Becky heard his voice as a distant drone, a mild irritation coming from far, far away. All she wanted to do was wallow mindlessly in the final moments of her ecstasy!