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Rape Toys
By Llabmik
Chapter 1 – Naked Ambition
Lola, the weather girl for channel 69, was making a career move in her favourite position: on her back with her legs spread. Between her naked thighs, Melissa, the station manager's daughter, was licking Lola's achingly erect clit with skill and true tonguing stamina.
Some things require a woman's touch. Flushed and gasping, nipples erect, Lola's body shook with orgasm after orgasm. Melissa's sweetly sucking lips and deftly flicking tongue were done with the flair of the dedicated carpet muncher. Perspiration dripped from Lola's sweating torso onto the station manager, who was underneath her, pumping away enthusiastically. Occasionally, his daughter licked dutifully on his plunging penis as it pumped in and out of Lola's cunt from behind. This was done out of mere affection. Men weren't really her cup of tea.
Mommy had taught Melissa everything she knew about cunt licking, giving her lots of practical experience from a very early age. Mommy didn't really like men, but she did like daddy's money, dutifully producing one child to bond herself forever to his fortune. Melissa had spent as much time as a baby sucking mommy's clit as she had her nipples, imbibing mother's milk and cunt juice in about equal quantities. Mommy had died of cancer a while back, but her other perverted parent lived on.
Melissa's daddy was a priapic horndog whose name was legendary even in an industry that seems over-blessed with priapic horndogs. Frank groaned ecstatically as he unloaded inside Lola, massaging her tits with more enthusiasm than skill. He could feel the implants that made lovely Lola's cleavage legendary among her viewers. He and his lovely daughter worked as a team, welcoming with dripping loins any ambitious slut eager to fuck her way up the ladder.
Lovely Lola wanted to be the news anchor. Unfortunately, they had just hired Star, a buxom blond beauty with a superb track record. Although new to California, Star was already extremely popular, her ratings were sky-high. Smart, savvy, well educated, her dynamite five foot six form, great legs combined with a 38D bra size, made her formidable competition. For those who could lift their eyes from her celestial cleavage (definitely Star quality!), there was a pretty face with a shrewd brain behind it.
As she got onto her knees to suck Frank hard for round two, Lola mentioned something about her ambitions to Frank. Frank was cheerful as he slipped his dripping dick between her full lips.
"Sounds like a great idea! Maybe we can send Star on a special assignment. We could use you as her stand-in while she's away. We'll talk about it later. It's hard to talk with your mouth full! You don't mind if Melissa gets on her back on the floor between your legs, do you? My little girl just loves cunt juice and I think she's down a quart."
Frank loved putting an ambitious fuckslut through her paces. He put both hands encouragingly on Lola's bobbing head, gently guiding it up and down, pumping his hips to bury his dick deep. Lola began working hard to swallow his whole sausage, breathing on the outstroke. Her big boobs bounced pleasantly as she laboured, her pretty heart-shaped face buried in his thick pubic tangle. Frank coaxed her along with typically fatuous management advice.
"Don't get too distracted by Melissa. Stay focussed."
To shut him up, Lola layered on another pleasant sensation. She began humming as she bobbed and gobbled while, between her legs, on her back like a mechanic servicing a car, Melissa sucked and slurped. Frank laughed. Oh What A Beautiful Morning certainly seemed appropriate.
For the truly ambitious, it's not enough to suck up to management. You have to nobble the competition, too. It was a busy morning for Lola as she implemented phase two of her master plan.
Once more, making a career move in her favourite position, Lola was struggling hard to breathe as the heavy biker pumped away on top of her, pounding his full bulk into her naked body with each brutal thrust. Never the sort of gentleman who rested his weight on his elbows, Big Bill liked making his fuck bitches sweat and gasp beneath him.
Naked, on her back with her legs spread, Lola moaned prettily and scrubbed her super-inflated tits against Big Bill's barrel chest. The bed squeaked rhythmically as his plunging penis slapped wetly into her cunt.
Afterwards, as Lola laid, breathing deeply, dishevelled and smelling like a cunt, Big Bill squeezed her monster melons (everybody loved doing that) and gave her a bit of professional advice. Normally a strong believer in the four F's (Find 'em, Feel 'em, Fuck 'em and Forget 'em), Big Bill had a soft spot for Lola. She was definitely his sort of totally amoral bitch.
"This Star babe looks pretty competent. Before we make her disappear, we should mess with her, so she starts fucking up a bit on air. Then, when you take over from her, you'll look like a big improvement."
Lola was grateful.
"You'd do that for me?"
Big Bill grinned.
"My pleasure!"
A dirty little tramp's work is never done. Lola, deeply into the dick-lick, knew how to express her gratitude. She got down on her knees and assumed the spigot sucking position between Big Bill's legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. The split-arse mechanic went to work on her second piston job of the morning: sucking, licking, deep-throating, humming and prepared to swallow – unlike many men, Big Bill had never promised a woman that he wouldn't cum in her mouth.
On the other hand, he never promised that he would. At the last moment, Big Bill pulled out and squirted a huge load of bull gravy all over Lola's pretty, heart-shaped face. When he was done cumming in her face, she used her slim fingers to massage his musky man milk into her skin.
"It's good for the complexion!"
Big Bill wasn't impressed.
"So, when a guy kisses you, how many other guys' sperm is he sucking down?"
Lola gave him her really, utterly, totally sincere look. She cast her eyes modestly downwards, batted her long eyelashes coyly and gave her voice a touch of pure cornpone.
"You're my very first one, Bill! You're the only one for me! I'd die rather than go out with another feller!"
They both exploded in laughter.
"I'm probably not even your first one today!"
Chuckling and shaking his head, Big Bill put on his clothes and left, having rivals to slice open and people to beat.
Lola played the tape from her visit to the South American whorehouse one more time, as she lay exhausted on the bed, soaking up the wet spot. Lola loved watching the hard-humping harlots fucking and sucking over the security cameras. The sight of the bare bummed bed beasts, each chained to her bed by an ankle cuff, opening their holes to play grease the gut-stick, was always uplifting. She had a nice selection taken from the security cameras, but she had a particular favourite and this was it.
Bambi, the weather-girl before her, was pulling the train for a group of visiting Japanese businessmen. Kidnapped by Lola's biker buddies and shipped off to South America, Bambi was a big attraction. A pale, willowy, longhaired blond, she was now fucking professionally eighteen hours a day, seven days a week.
After the Japanese businessmen had finished their gangbang, Lola had dropped by for a friendly little visit to her former colleague. As she strapped on a huge dildo, Lola waved cheerfully to the security camera.
On the bed, watching the video of her vacation, Lola giggled. She loved this bit. She turned up the sound.
"Bambi, assume the position. Stand with your hands against the wall, legs spread."
A dishevelled, thoroughly fucked-over Bambi had been sullen as she got up from the sperm-soaked mattress while Lola greased up her monster dildo. The chain clamped to the metal shackle encasing Bambi's slim ankle clinked musically as she assumed the position against the wall.
"I can't believe you did this to me just to get my job."
"Perhaps this will make it clear to you."
Lola parted Bambi's pale white buttocks. Bambi grunted as Lola enthusiastically rammed the huge ribbed dildo up her asshole. Everything jiggled as Lola, naked in high heels, reamed her long and hard with quick brutal thrusts of her hips.
"Tell me you love me, Bambi."
Since disobedience had serious consequences, Bambi gritted her teeth and obliged.
"I love you, Lola."
"Louder, slut."
"I LOVE YOU, LOLA!!!"
On the bed, Lola giggled, her fingers diddling her stiff clit pleasantly. On TV, the vacationing Lola kept Bambi groaning and yelling out endearments for a good long time. When she was done and Bambi's reamed rectum was burning painfully, she pulled out the dildo and had Bambi kiss her on the nipples while expressing her gratitude for all that Lola had done for her.
"I guess that, for the next little while, every time you shit, you'll be thinking of me!"
Bambi said nothing. The raw hatred on her face said it all.
Lola had pressed the button to summon one of Bambi's handlers. When he arrived, she pointed accusingly at Bambi.
"She called me names and wasn't very co-operative."
Bambi stared at her in wide-eyed horror, holding up her hands defensively and backing away from the gorilla pimp as far as her chain would allow.
"She's lying! I did everything she asked!"
The muscular pimp grabbed her wrists with one hand, jerking them out of the way. His other hand moved like a striking cobra, slapping Bambi viciously across the face with a sound like a pistol shot. His palm print flamed a bright red on her cheek as Bambi was hammered to the floor by the force of the blow. Reaching down, the pimp wrapped his hand in her silken hair and jerked her back to her feet. A man who loved disciplining a naked whore, he hammered a fist scientifically into her solar plexus. Her breath whooshed out. He shoved Bambi onto the sperm-soaked mattress.
While she rolled helplessly on the soggy mattress, doubled over, clutching her belly, whooping and gasping for breath, he raised an admonishing finger.
"In future, you, a worthless whore, will speak with respect to Miss Lola!"
On the bed, Lola laughed in delight as she ejected the cassette from her VCR. It was one of her all-time favourite vacation videos.
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