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Chapter 12

"Baby, like I tell you… I'm gonna be rich soon. Now just lie down and spread those thighs."

Naomi Thurston didn't like men to think of her as that mercenary. But she was. And she supposed it showed.

She didn't quite believe the clothing salesman who was trying to talk her into his bed. However, he spoke with such conviction that she couldn't just shrug him off. She had fucked on flimsier prospects in the past.

She lay down and spread her legs.

Ronnie's cock was high as a flagpole as he strutted to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, facing the blonde's open crotch. Like most of them, she was not blonde between the legs. But that didn't bother Ronnie. She had what he needed-a lippy slit that was well greased by the oils of her passion, which he had worked up while taking off her clothes and maneuvering her to this position.

He gripped his prick in his fist and moved up, touching the mushroom-shaped knob to her unfurled labia. He pushed with a twist of his hips, and his cock screwed smoothly into her.

"Ooooooooh!" she said.

He wasn't quite sure where her passion left off and her greed began. But he didn't care about that, either. She was only a pickup to satisfy his needs of the moment, and with the warm moistness of her pussy surrounding his throbbing hard-on, satisfaction was at hand.

He began to stroke in and out of her pleasure giving cunt.

Her titties quivered like peaked mounds of Jell-o with small cherries at their crests. She gazed directly at Ron, her eyes very intent-looking for his reaction, no doubt, to discern how pleased with her he was.

His prick spoke for him, pumping faster and faster into her slippery, snugly clasping hole. She bumped her crotch while holding her bent legs in the air. Finally she hooked them around his back and fucked heatedly. His bed squeaked and rattled…

The noise, not to mention his intense concentration, kept him from hearing the door of his apartment being stealthily opened. Two pairs of size twelve shoes silently crossed the carpet and entered the bedroom.

The naked man between the blonde's encircling legs was pounding his pecker home, and the observing men waited for a few moments, dirty smiles spreading across their faces. As their cocks began to tense, the leader realized the danger of getting too involved. A rangy man, with a prominent nose and black hair combed forward at his forehead and the sides of his head, he barked.

"Okay-that's enough!"

Ronnie froze in Naomi's cunt.

He flipped his head around and stared at the man who had spoken and at the fellow's bushy haired, beetle-browned partner, both of whom held guns.

Naomi squealed, and her cunt spasmed around Ronnie's deeply sunk prick. Surprisingly, she was coming. Ron couldn't come. In fact, he shrank inside her.

"Wh-what do you want?" he asked, his face a mask of fear.

"Somethin' you've got," the leader of the intruders said. "Maybe two things-huh, Charlie?" He tossed a quick wink at his friend.

"You mean, we can screw the babe, Duke?" the other guy asked with simple-minded eagerness.

"I don't see why not," Duke replied. "But first we want the pitcher."

Ronnie withdrew his softened penis from the girl's still quivering cunt, and she sat up, scooting backward until she was against the headboard of the bed. Ronnie swung around, his wet penis flopping between his thighs.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"You asshole!" Duke rasped, and lifted his black revolver higher. It had a silencer attached, as did Charlie's weapon. "We know you've got a pitcher of the next governor's wife-that Townsend broad-sucking some guy's cock. Was it yours?"

"Ronnie!" Naomi cried. "You didn't tell me you've got another woman!"

He ignored her. So did the gunman, as much as possible, considering that she was seated with her legs spread wide apart and juice dribbling from her rosy, hair fringed snatch.

"Who told you about the picture?" Ronnie demanded of the men.

"That don't make any difference," Duke said. "Just get it up!"

"Speaking of gettin' it up, Duke, mine's up from just lookin' at that cute pussy!"

"Forget her right now! This is business!" Duke added to Ronnie, "Get that pitcher and make it fast, or I'll waste you and find it myself!"

The naked clothing salesman leaped trembling from the bed and hurried to his dresser. He extracted the Polaroid print from underneath his shorts.

"All right!" Duke said, grinning, as Ron handed the picture over. The gunmen perused it. "Look at that, Charlie! It is him, gettin' his cock sucked by the next governor's wife."

"Shit, yeah!" Charlie said, staring at the photo. "How did a guy like him get to know her?"

"That's somethin' we don't give a fuck about!" Duke replied. "We were just told to get the pitcher, and now we've got it." He slipped the print into his pocket.

"Can we screw the babe now?" his partner asked excitedly.

"Sure," Duke said. "You screw her while she sucks me off."

"Oooooooh, no!" Naomi cried, and scrambled off the bed, her small, pointy breasts shaking.

Duke lunged forward and shoved his cold gun against her belly. She gasped.

"You get back down on that bed, cunt!" he snarled.

"R-Ronnie…!" she whined, her lower lip quivering and her eyes bright with fear. "Are you gonna let 'em treat me this way?"

"I don't give a shit what they do to you," he groaned, and dropped into a chair. His balls ached from his failure to achieve a release after getting intensely excited. His spirit ached worse than that.

Hopelessly Naomi stared at the gunmen. Then she turned with a murmur of resignation, and stretched out on the bed.

"Can I put my gun away, Duke?" Charlie asked, his pants-front bulging.

"Yeah, I'll keep 'em both covered."

Ronnie didn't pose any problem as he sat disconsolately with his elbows propped on his naked thighs and his face hidden in his hands. The girl wouldn't be a problem, either, once 200-pound Charlie got on top of her. Still Duke kept his gun out while he unzipped his pants with the other hand. He flipped, out a purplish-headed, swarthy skinned cock that hung halfway to his knees.

Naomi gasped as she looked at it.

Charlie pushed his pants and shorts down, and his semi-turgid penis sprang up to curve toward the girl, its bulb trying to break through a thick lip of foreskin. Sexually, he was much smaller than his friend.

Naomi glanced quickly from one man to the other and was glad that, if she had to be taken against her will, it was Charlie who was going to do it to her pussy and Duke was going to take her in the mouth. She felt she could control the depth of the latter's penetration by jerking her head if need be.

Charlie got into position, and his prick rose the rest of the way. Hearing the bed creak, Ronnie raised his head to watch, though he wasn't much interested. Duke, holding the gun, gave him a glance, then moved up to the side of the bed. As Charlie pronged lustily into the girl, Duke lifted his own limp, lengthy penis and directed it at her face.

With her pussy full of the other man's cock, she turned toward Duke. The subtle scent of his penis drifted up her nostrils, making them flare. She shut her eyes shamefully and stuck out her pink tongue…

Duke gazed down, a smirk of self-satisfaction on his face as the blonde licked his spongy, purplish cockhead. He continued to hold his dingus toward her, and her tongue buffeted its head about. Gradually his shaft stiffened, and the bulb swelled. After Naomi caught the rounded, smooth chunk of meat in her mouth and began to suck, his stem became pipe-like and his glans was a big, burning ball of lust.

Naomi groaned as she sucked it, and he shoved it deeper into her mouth. Watching this, Charlie furiously fucked her as he stayed up on straight arms.

The girl, though freshly sated, began to squirm and gurgle, grinding her snatch around Charlie's fast-pumping prick as she lunged her head at the projecting penis of the other man. She took more of Duke's monster-cock than she had intended, letting it skewer her open, palpitating throat as she sucked glidingly and claspingly on his hard stem.

As Ronnie watched, his cock rose to remind him that he hadn't been satisfied before. Funkily he began to stroke it with his hand.

Duke glanced at him and grinned. Charlie was too busy hunching and sweating to care about anything else. Naomi was similarly single-minded-no, double-minded really-as she sucked at one cock and took the other up her writhing, bumping cunt.

Ronnie's fingers played his own turgid prick like a piccolo, alternating with frenzied jerks. Duke looked down and stroked his cock slowly between the blonde's stretched pink lips. Charlie powered into her curly thatch.

The bed groaned. It jiggled. Naomi began to lurch. Charlie caught her fever and his prick lurched within her quaking vagina, spurting hotly.

Duke pulled back, to feel her hot lips around the sensitive collar of his cock and her tongue against the bulb. Then he let go, spreading his jism over her tongue like spilled cream which dribbled down her gulping throat.

Watching the other men climax in the girl he had brought home, Ronnie shot his seed into midair, feeling like a fool but at least gaining relief.

Duke drew his softening, drizzly penis from her mouth, which was flecked with foam. She licked her lips and lay back as Charlie dismounted.

"Hey, that was great!" he said, immediately pulling his pants and shorts up.

"It was better than jacking off," Duke agreed, and glanced at Ronnie, whose wet peter slumped. "Too bad about you, my friend, but you should not try to blackmail people."

Ronnie realized morosely that the gunman was right.