Alice The Dirty Whore Part 6
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Marko was not a man to leave things to chance. Fate helped him sometimes, but never nearly as much as he helped himself. He did not find it difficult to get information about the Miller couple. It was just as easy to find out when Tim Miller would be away from home for a few days and nights, and easy to persuade Brenda Miller to come up to the club again for a little party, which Marko was giving to a few select friends.
Brenda had toyed with the idea of making a trip to town and a return visit to the Gregley club as soon as she got the chance. That chance would be when Tim was away on his travels and then out of the blue had come this invitation from Marko to his private party. Brenda felt flattered and she felt on top of the world when she arrived at the club and was escorted through to rooms around at the rear by the doorman, as if she had been nobility, at least.
She found about ten people already at the party. They were a mixed bag allright, and she did not like the look of some of them at all. One man, who from his voice she assumed was an American, was a huge brute, whose crew-cut hair and large florid face made look grotesque. He looked about sixty, but very strong. With him was a younger man, about twenty-nine or thirty, a pale-faced specimen of manhood. She hated the way "pale faced" eyed her, as if she was there to be bought if he so chose to pay for her.
At the bar was a man and woman in their middle forties. They seemed to be husband and wife, and that was how they were introduced to Brenda. She was pleased to see the nice girl who had helped her that night after the film show. Brenda waved across the room to Alice Marlow. With introductions over, the party got down to the serious business of drinking and dancing. Brenda was soon feeling high and very happy, and she tried to keep pace with the glass-lifting of Alice... but it was a task beyond her. Alice seemed quite sober by comparison, and Brenda saw she was enjoying the way that pale strange young man was kissing her and feeling very boldly up under her dress.
By midnight, Brenda was well-past caring how she was going to get back to Reigate in the early hours of the morning. A lot of booze had been going down the hatch, music blared out and everyone was having a ball of a time. That man in his mid-forties, what was his name -- oh, yes, Brenda remembered -- they had been introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Lasson. Well, there was no sign of Mrs. Lasson, but her husband was busy... very busy... he was tweaking Brenda's nipples as hard and as fast as he could as he swayed in front of her, and then leaned forward to nuzzle his boozy face against her cheeks, and kiss and murmur to her.
Suddenly Marko was in the center of the floor, holding up his arms. "Quiet!" he cried. Then he announced that it was time for a little "specialty" and would they all take their seats. Brenda stumbled her way to a chair. In the journey she lost Mr. Lasson. Instead, to her dismay, she found she was sitting next to that pale-faced specimen who had been with Alice, and had been introduced to her with that huge gangster-looking man. If there was one man in the party she did not want to be near or have touch her, it was this anemic creep. She found him repulsive, and yet as she tried to get to her feet to find another chair he was grabbing at her waist and pulling her down beside him.
She tried to struggle. He showed remarkable strength, and all her efforts did were to help him to finish up on the carpet instead of on the chairs with her. She saw that several others were sprawled out on the thick carpet and so she had to remain there. In the center of the room a single beam light illuminated a space. The rest of the room was in darkness and Brenda was pleased about this as this awful pest was already feeling well up her legs under her dress. Into the spotlight came three figures, two women and one well-built handsome man. Brenda saw the man was wearing skin tight trousers and an open knit shirt. Both garments clung to him to show off his massive build to the best advantage. The women were older than the man. One was a petite well-rounded blonde, the other a brunette and more angular in build. The "show" started by the handsome brute showing his admiration for the blonde woman, while the angular brunette was very interested in the man. The trio acted well. The blonde expressed fear at the attentions of the man, the brunette was avid in her caressing of the male prize, but at last gave up her fondling of him to help strip the struggling blonde. The room filled with the sound of the blonde's clothing being unzipped and torn. When she was stripped to her stockings, the fleshy little blonde was held by the other woman while the man went to work on her with his hands and his mouth. The thrilling part of the act was to see how the struggling, protesting blonde gradually surrendered herself to the lascivious thrill that the obscene fingering and kissing of the huge man made her experience.
While the blonde lay writhing in complete surrender, the brunette commenced to strip the rampant man. The watching Brenda felt the same thrill when this handsome brute was exposed to the one she had felt at the film show when on the screen she had seen the huge prick of Silas. This horrid pale-skinned man now with her was frigging her lewdly and fiercely as she moaned at the sight of the great erect prick of the 'showman.' The angular woman was getting her own clothes off now, and when she was down to her nylons and girdle she began to use her mouth on the man to get his already horse-like cock even more stiffly erect and throbbing. Brenda was getting the urge to get her hands on a man's prick and balls. Horrid and repulsive as her companion was to her, she could not resist getting her hands to his fly. She was soon eagerly rubbing his prick while he frigged her, and they both reveled in the fierce way that the blonde was getting fucked right there a few feet away from them in the full glare of the spotlight. The naked angular woman had been given a lifelike flesh colored dildo which she used energetically on herself, while her blonde companion was getting the real thing up her twat. Then, when all three had reached and expressed vividly in movement and voice their complete fulfillment, the spotlight went out. The room was in darkness, and Brenda found herself being drawn to her feet and taken across the room. Not until she was in another room and the light was turned on, did she see she was in a bedroom, alone with the pale-faced character.
She watched him getting his clothing off -- when he saw she was standing there gaping at him, he almost spat the words at her -- "Get your clothes off, bitch!" he snapped angrily, "unless, that is, you want me to tear them off you piece by piece from that lush body you've got."
Afraid, and also excited, Brenda did as she was told, and was soon in his arms. Nakedly they embraced one another, and she saw that there were several long mirrors in this small room and her companion was lustfully watching their movements in the glass. He seemed to glory in seeing her naked body from different angles... She was aware of a maddening tingle in her cunt, the unmistakable urge in her belly to be "filled." This man she found so repulsive was kissing her shoulders, her neck and her face, his long lean fingers twisted and tweaked at her nipples until she thought he was trying to get them off her tits; and yet despite the pain his fingers caused her, her nipples felt they were reaching out with tentacles, drawing the entire breast up and outwards with them, and making the whole breast feel alive and throbby and tingling with the same lustfulness that she had in her cunt. She found she was stroking this pale-skinned fiend's head with her hands as he bent his face to her breasts and took a nipple into his thin hard lips. He suckled at each breast in turn, his long fingers crooked under her wet snatch... she knew she was experiencing the oldest and most natural urge known to the female body... she knew she wanted cock... she yearned for it... she had to have it.
He brought his face up from her pinky firm nipples, he smiled up into her flushed face. "How long you been married, honey?" he asked. "Marko tells me you're a new girl up here."
It seemed incredible to her that he could speak in so matter- of-fact a tone, to ask such a question at a time like the present. He seemed so much in control of himself, while she was befuddled and eager with aroused lust. She was panting like a long-distance runner as she muttered her reply, "I've only been up here once before. That was with my husband. We've been married nearly three years."
Pale-face nodded; he seemed pleased with her answers. She looked down at his naked skinny loins, his crimson-headed monstrosity of a cock reared from its nest of black lush-hair... she knew, however much the man disgusted her, she had to have pleasure that big cock could give her. She resolved however that this would be the last time, the very last time that she would come to the club. She knew what would happen and she had been excited and pleased to accept the invitation, but she had to consider Tim, she had to think of her marriage. She would turn into a cheap cock-loving loose woman if she kept coming up here, and letting strange men screw to her. This would have to be the last time... the very last time. "UuuUWURRRGGGHHHHAAAA!!!!!" The lean man was aiming his over-thick penis into her moist cunthole. She gasped and then groaned although she would have been sent out of her mind if she had been denied this pleasure at the stage her lust had now reached. She had fallen back across the bed, and he was on top of her. She managed to lift her knees to cross her calves over his lean, strangely cold back, and now he was commencing to frig her, using a strange swiveling type of sideways and inwards probing all the time, as if he were alive well up inside her cunt, and was moving all around. She had been ashamed afterwards at her abandonment and pleasure when Silas had taken her body in the darkened film-room, and now she was feeling very much more ashamed at the way in which she was responding to this vile white-skinned man. She felt she wanted him to take out of her cunt the thick, hot prong that he was using so cleverly and bizarrely so deep in her belly. Tim never used this sort of action, his sort of fucking was inwards and back. This lean angular man seemed like a strange, naked white creature clamped to her belly, his stiff gouging into depths where no man had probed with his cock before.
Before morning, four of the five men at this select party had availed themselves of the sweet sexual charm of the cunt between Brenda's lovely thighs. It was the first time in her life that she had performed the fuck-act so many times in quick order. Never had she known the experience of being made to come more than once at any one lay, and although each cock only made her have the one peak or orgasm, she nevertheless had the four lovely "comes" during the space of a few hours.
It was that understanding kindly girl, Alice Marlow, who once again helped her to cleanse her semen-full twat afterwards; and it was the same Alice who accompanied the tired and fully-satiated young Mrs. Brenda Miller back to her suburban home, and made sure she arrived safely. She was too valuable a property for the great Marko to be allowed to go astray on her way home to Reigate, or to turn up in a way that would give rise to comment by the neighbors.
Marko Hynes smiled as he listened to Alice. "So our charming Mrs. Miller does not think she will visit us any more, eh?" he muttered, after Alice had relayed to him some of the conversation she had had with Brenda on the way home.
"That seems to be the way she wants it, Marko," Alice replied. "She loved the hot cock alright, but she is afraid of her marriage breaking up, afraid her husband will find out she is being made to fuck. She wants to keep herself for him and play the good and loving wife. You know how it is."
"I certainly do," he muttered. "I think perhaps the worthy but prudish Mrs. Miller deserves a visit, my dear?" He went to a cupboard and brought out a roll of film and a small portable projector. "This only came back a few minutes ago from the developing room, my dear," he said, tapping the film roll. "I'll make a call on the Miller residence tomorrow afternoon, and perhaps we can give Brenda a little preview of our latest in erotic films, eh?"
It was almost four in the afternoon when a startled Brenda Miller allowed Marko and Silas to push her back from her own front door and go into her lounge. She protested and watched as Silas set up the projector on the sideboard, and ran the cord to the wall socket where the television set was connected, Marko was pulling back the curtains meanwhile, and he muttered over his shoulder, "I heard that you weren't too keen on visiting my club again, my dear. Just see if this little film can help you change your mind."
The room in darkness, the camera was focused on the drawn curtains, which were pale in shade and made a good substitute for a screen. The film began to flicker. It showed the naked grinning white-skinned man sitting on a bed, a shapely woman using her mouth greedily on his long, thick prick... Brenda wanted to be sick, she wanted to vanish through the floor and never return... the film showed all too clearly that the woman who was cock- sucking the man so avidly was none other than herself... When the film had run its course, in silence from the three, it had shown her with various men at that vile party last night, doing all sorts of lewd fucking willingly and with energy. Marko turned off the projector while Silas returned the curtains to the open position.
"Now my dear woman," Marko was gripping her arm, "I think you will visit the club whenever I send for you, unless, of course, you want me to take some choice still from that film and have them sent to your husband, and perhaps one or two to your parents. Do you think your husband would like to get a full-size glossy photograph of his wife with another man's cock stuffed up her cunt to the hilt, and another photo showing her face and the expression she adopted when she enjoyed being frigged? Does your husband like that sort of photography, eh? Does he my dear... tell me, does he?"
Brenda had been quite unaware of the hidden cameras that had been doing their vile work while she had been screwing with such abandon for the pale-skinned man and then the other three men. Now her obscene acts were on film, her deeds of animal-like frigging were on record, and in the possession of a man she knew would not hesitate to use such power over her. She knew she was trapped.
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