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Weekend CaptiveChapter 10 free porn video
No one stirred until noon. Billy awakened first and rose stiffly from the chair he had slept in; he went to the kitchen where he opened the inevitable cold can of beer and found a cigarette. He didn't see Linda's nude form on the couch until he returned to the living room, searching for his shorts. What I need is a quick run into the sea, he decided, to give me an appetite for breakfast. However, seeing the young girl innocently sleeping and no one else around brought his cock rising up, his balls tightening. He lit the cigarette and crept over to Linda's still body but stopped short as he noticed the smashed record player.
I wonder who broke it, he mused, taking a long swig at his beer. Wouldn't be Hugh or Tiger, and certainly not Jenny - must have been bloody old Sludgie! Where in the fuckin' hell is everybody? Opening the bedroom door he found Hugh and Tiger asleep, their arms crossed over Jenny.
He wakened them, brought cold beers and told them of finding the wreckage that had once been a record player. Jenny quickly tumbled out of bed to view the damage, giving a kissing suck to Hugh's cock in the nerve- tingling section just below the head as she went. I'm turned on to men's cocks now! she told Hugh merrily, although she avoided Billy's pass as she rushed out to waken Linda. However, her good humor evaporated at the sight of the wrecked record player - she was furious. Irritably she shook Linda into consciousness, led her to the bathroom and went back to question the life savers sitting on the bed having their first beer of the day. She soon discovered that Sludge-Pump Yates was the last one fucking Linda: it was him all right, the others agreed.
"Right, that does it! Yates is banned from this apartment. And another thing," she yelled, furious that she had slept in, that she had to catch the two-thirty plane to Melbourne and that she would be away until the following Sunday, therefore missing out on some pleasant orgies with the nymphet and Hugh. "When I return I want to see a brand new player."
"We'll all chip in to buy you a new one just as good as the old," Hugh said, winking at his hungover buddies. "Do you agree to that?"
"Sure thing, Hugh," they chorused. Billy added that they would get half the money out of Jim Yates who, he said to Jenny, was about to make some money in a deal in which they were all involved... not much, but they could certainly afford to buy a record player. It would only cost about a hundred dollars.
Jenny distrusted them, knowing that money went through their pockets as fast as beer went down their throats. Anyway, she was in too much of a hurry to think about anything except packing and catching a taxi to Kingsford Smith airport. She stopped Billy heading for the bathroom and went there herself to join Linda under the shower. She had to break the news that she was going to Melbourne for a series of pictures for a magazine. Lying, to make the girl feel happier, she said that she'd probably return that evening.
Jenny was mystified at Linda's reaction. The girl seemed to be quite apathetic at the idea of being left alone with Hugh, whom Jenny knew couldn't be trusted, and with Billy and Tiger who would fuck any hole with hair around it. They stood close together under the shower, their hair dripping. Jenny wondered if perhaps the pot had damaged the kid's brain. 'Course it couldn't, she reasoned to herself. Just a normal amount and not strong stuff anyway. She drew Linda to her, pressing their wet bodies together.
"What's wrong, my lovely pet? Do you feel sick?" Jenny thought that perhaps she should stay, but breaking a contract could cause loss of work later.
Linda threw her arms around Jenny's waist, pulling her tighter so that their pubic mounds pressed close together.
"I've become a fucking machine, Jenny. I... I just want to be fucked. I love you and I want to be fucked... Jim Yates fucked my bottom last night, and I liked it. I like Hugh to fuck me. I want to lick your cunt, Jenny... I'm a fucking machine..." She burst into hysterical laughter which turned to loud sobs and Jenny led her out of the shower recess to rub her dry with a large towel.
Jenny had never before been faced with this kind of situation. The whole thing had begun as a lark. She had a damned hangover, her mouth tasted like the bottom of a parrot's cage and she was developing a migraine headache. And she had that important job to do.
"Look baby, I love you too and when I get back tonight we can have more fun and games. You can lick my cunt as long as you want. It's just that you're experiencing sex for the first time. All girls like it. So while I'm away just let yourself relax and enjoy it. I only wish I could stay. I like it, too..."
"But don't you see?" the young girl wept as Jenny rubbed her long blonde hair with the towel. "I'm so awfully ashamed of myself. I wanted to marry Tom, my boyfriend. I wanted to save it all up for when we were married. Now I'm craving for cock!" She burst into sobs that shook her body. "I want to fuck and fuck..."
She must still be high, Jenny thought. She's still tripping on those brownies. She plugged in an electric hair dryer to dry her own hair and finish drying Linda's hair. Linda's emotional outburst calmed under the administration of the hot air blowing through her hair and Jenny's caressing hand on her shoulders. When they were dry, Jenny put her arm around the adolescent blonde girl and led her back to the bedroom. She changed the sheets, made up the bed and forced Linda to lie back with her head nestling in a pillow while she busied herself with packing and dressing for the flight. She couldn't help looking at the delightful body stretched full length on the bed and the hand carelessly cupped over the golden-fringed pussy. Her fresh panties were already moistening from an excitement stirring in her own pussy. She swore as she looked at her watch. No time for it, no time even to have one last greedy lick at that temptingly delicate creature. At last, with everything packed, she leaned over the foot of the bed, parted Linda's pretty pink vaginal lips and kissed her suckingly on the clitoris.
"Goodbye my sweet darling. I'll think of you all the way to Melbourne."
Linda moaned, "Oh, don't go now. I want you, oh God, I want you, Jenny."
"No, darling, I must go." And Jenny went out of the room, leaving the door ajar. Hugh was alone in the living room. "Where are the others?" Jenny hoped for a moment that they may have gone back to Brisbane.
"They've got some business to attend to in the city," Hugh lied. "Gotta earn some bread to pay for the record player. When will ya be back, Jenny?"
"Tonight," she said loudly so that Linda could hear, and in a whisper added, "Sunday at the latest. I want to see Linda again before she leaves Australia. Look after her, Hugh, and keep those ruffians away from here. I don't want the apartment wrecked." She offered him her lips and they kissed passionately.
At the front door he kissed her again. "I'm glad you're not all dyke," he said good-humoredly. "I think we're goin' to have more good times together. Perhaps it was those hash cookies you made that made the party go with a bang."
Jenny smiled as he shut the door behind her, and she went out into the blazing sunlight to catch a taxi, little realizing what a devastating effect Hugh's last remark could have on the poor innocent girl listening in the bedroom.
When Hugh looked in she was frenziedly throwing clothes about looking for her dress. "What's up, Princess? Looking for something?" he asked. His shorts were bulging with a growing erection brought on by Jenny's farewell kisses and implied promises for the future.
"I'm getting dressed. I'm going home. I don't want to see you or Jenny ever again," she flung at him. "Get out!" She tried feebly to hit him and began to weep hysterically. "She drugged me, didn't she? She drugged me with hashish."
"Cool it, babe. She had some, too... didn't effect her. Anyway, it was just a little something to make the party swing." He pushed her away and she sat on the bed, her pretty pointed breasts heaving as she held her head in her hands, sobbing. Jenny had deceived her. She hadn't given her the photo. If it was true that a little pot didn't effect Jenny then perhaps it wasn't that; perhaps it was because she really enjoyed what had happened. She was no different from other girls who made love to any man who came along. Her desperate mood gradually subsided. Looking surreptitiously at Hugh's bulging shorts, the sex urge swelled up in her. That's what she wanted: a hot throbbing cock. To hell with Jenny and her vibrator. She wanted that fleshy member Hugh was releasing as he undid his shorts. But first of all she wanted something to eat.
"I'm starving. Get me some food," she demanded, her voice flat and lifeless.
" Sure thing, Princess," he said good-naturedly. "Lie back and wait for it. Orange juice and ham and eggs coming up. I think you're going to earn your keep."
"I'll try," she replied, staring vacantly at his broad shoulders and naked buttocks as he strolled out to the kitchen.
The first acquaintance Tiger Kelly met when he walked into the Surf Club after a swim was Ginger Meggs, a redheaded owner of a fleet of taxis.
"Hear you've got a nice bit of juvenile fluff on the market, Tiger."
"Yeah. Who told you?"
"Bumped into your friend Jim Yates on the promenade. Said she was a fifteen year old blonde from the States. He mentioned something about a hundred dollars for a quickie. Must be mad. What's the real price, Tiger?"
"Sixty dollars but bein' a member of the club she's yours for fifty."
"Make it forty and I'll buy it, sight unseen."
"Jesus, if you saw what a little raver she is you'd want to pay a hundred!" Tiger exclaimed, thinking what a good start he was making. "Beautiful as a film star. Lovely tits, not too small, best ass I've ever seen. And just broken in." He looked at his watch. "I think she'll be free by three o'clock. Sludge... er... I mean Jim Yates is on his way there right now, I reckon, to help Hugh control the crowds."
"Right," agreed Ginger Meggs. "Who do I pay?"
"Give me thirty deposit and the other ten to Hugh Watson when you go into the flat." He gave Ginger the address.
Jim Yates had already taken a customer to the flat. There was no need to search for trade beyond the club despite the fact that it was a Tuesday, for numerous associate members flocked to Sydney's beach clubs from Interstate and up country, and on hot days salesmen, rich businessmen, off-duty policemen and others from all walks of life headed for the beaches during a heat wave.
Without bothering to go into details with Hugh, the other three Brisbane life savers made their own arrangements about profit sharing. Two or three fucks would buy a nice new record player for Jenny... had to keep her happy for future visits to Sydney. They decided that two should canvas the club for trade, taking turns to go up to the apartment to help Hugh: some of these horny bastards were liable to have their fuck and then ask for their money back with the threat of their fists. There was to be no queuing... didn't want to get the neighbors suspicious. Two in at a time. One in the bedroom, one having a free beer while he waited in the living room. All afternoon Tiger and Billy slyly let the word drop that a gorgeous young bird was available in a private flat. Not a hippy, nor a whore, but a sweet middle-class kid who was doing it for fun. The money was for the flat - very expensive. Anyone interested had five days and nights in which to make up his mind. For the first three days they would keep the price at forty to fifty dollars, if the market could stand it, then lower the price every day down to twenty dollars. Anyone wanting two goes at her in one day got a reduction to thirty per. There were exceptions:
"Ever heard of Sergeant Wright?" Billy asked, leaning against the bar with Tiger, sinking large frothy "schooners" of beer.
"Sure, everybody's heard of him. One of the demons from the Vice Squad, ain't he?"
"Yeah. The bastard. Someone pimped about Princess Linda and he comes up to me an' says, 'Hear you've got some imported goods for sale, Mister Sutton."
"First I've heard of it, Sergeant, I told him."
"'Don't get shy, ' he says. 'Just put my name down for a special sale price, will you? I'm off duty tonight at eleven. I'll be there at midnight. I know where it is. Here's ten dollars'."
"Jesus, what could I do? So I says OK mate, but just for you, not the whole bloody squad."
"'No, just me. I'm the only one of us who knows the address - so far'."
Tiger interrupted Billy's story of the encounter with the plainclothes policeman from the notorious Vice Squad who were said to make more out of Sydney's brothels than the girls did themselves. "At least we didn't have to bribe the bastard. Wonder how he heard about Linda and where he got the address. As far as I know there have only been six blokes go to the apartment so far."
"There's always some pimp about. All we can hope for now is that no one else from the fuckin' Vice Squad hears about it. When you go up there, Billy, warn Hugh not to ask for any more money when Sergeant Wright turns up and tell him to give him all the booze he asks for. Hugh gets his ten bucks while we get the sweet fuckup."
A new record player had already been chosen, paid for and delivered. They all thought a little music would help provide a suitable atmosphere.
Tiger felt in his pocket the first few crisp ten-dollar bills made so easily in a couple of hours. They would all go back to Brisbane much richer than when they left. Tiger was not very bright but it took little brainwork to add up what Linda could earn in twelve out of every twenty- four hours, over five days. If the gross averaged out to thirty dollars a time, sixty dollars an hour - or maybe more with some young customers who would cum as soon as they got up the little beauty - that should work out to six hundred dollars a day! Three thousand dollars for the working week! Working out his own cut was too much for him.
"Let's have another 'schooner', Billy. We're gonna be rich by Saturday night!" He thought how much the Vice Squad must be raking off in bribes from Sydney's brothels: they're worse than the prostitutes, the bastards, he decided resentfully.
News about the girl spread out of the club to groups of men on the beach and in cafes and bars along the waterfront. Before evening when Sludge-Pump replaced him as a cunt-hustler, Billy was surprised at the variety of demands prospective clients were making. Two hard-bitten weather-worn shearers from a six-month shearing run in the Outback offered a hundred dollars each if they could both fuck her at the same time.
"You mean one up her cunt and the other up her ass?" Billy asked. No, they said, both in her cunt at the same time... did he think they were queer?
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