Marc Mixer

Palace Of Lust

Chapter 1

The windshield wipers briskly labored back and forth. In the drenching rain, each wipe swept away solid sheets of water. One moment the windshield was crystal clear; the next moment it was splashed with an opaque wall of water. In the clear moments Stephanie could see the headlights of her Mark Four Continental slicing through the massive downpour. The twin cones of light illuminated the circular drive leading to the front gate of Pasha's modern California mansion. The mansion, often referred to as "The House of a Thousand Orgies," was now dark and quiet. Silent… as the hush of death!

But the relentless sounds of the swishing windshield wipers exploded in Stephanie's tormented and nerve-wracked brain. Tears of sorrow and hysteria streamed down her face. Her long, sensuous red hair, normally well-groomed, was now wild and unkempt, like the mane of an African lion. Her tattered and torn dress was soaking wet. The sheer silk material pasted to her voluptuous body, clung to a sensuous figure, outlining the kind of body usually featured in a Playboy center-fold. Stephanie's figure was flawless. It was as if God had created the perfect woman, the ultimate design, with round firm breasts that were perfectly shaped, that stood high and full, jutting proudly forward without need of a brassiere. She had long, sensuous legs; legs that stopped traffic; legs that drove men crazy with lust and desire. When Stephanie wore a short, snappy dress, with each stride her thighs would play against the dress and it was almost as if she had nothing on at all. Her thighs were strong but slender and even when she stood unmoving, there was always the subtle play of muscle in them. She always made sure to dab a few drops of exotic perfume on the insides of her creamy thighs. Stephanie could turn herself on simply by caressing the rich velvet skin on the inside of her thighs. In her loins was always the waiting fire, the hot coals, waiting to be fanned into a raging fire. It was one of the reasons she preferred women to men. A woman could understand and appreciate how divinely erotic and beautiful it was to have one's thighs loved. Only a woman knew the subtle ways of lighting another woman's fire.

Stephanie was fortunate in one other respect. She had an extraordinarily, beautifully developed, wellrounded Mound of Venus… that black and secret cave of pubic hair. Any sort of clinging material would outline her pussy. She could walk across campus wearing a short jersey dress, and the vee of her crotch would be clearly defined and remarkably curved in the form of a constant invitation.

Stephanie had had a riot-inciting body from the time she was fifteen, and she often had the urge to publicly apologize for her beauty-or at least explain it. By the time she was eighteen years old, she had lost count of the number of men she had slept with. She never failed to feel a mixture of confusion and desire when men indicated they saw her body as an invitation for a quick hot fuck!

But Stephanie had long since learned to appreciate her sexuality. In fact, she relished it. Perhaps "obsessed" would be a better word. She loved the idea that men and women were turned on by her sexuality.

Stephanie breathed deep gulps of air. The water-soaked dress clung hungrily to her heaving breasts, grasping each beautiful tit individually like the hands of a horny, impatient lover. Her nipples were rich and brown, large and erect. Her nipples existed only to be kissed, to be licked, to be sucked.

That's one of my problems, thought Stephanie, my nipples are never satisfied, unless they're being sucked on… or drenched in spurts of hot come! One of her favorite turn-ons was to imagine a big stiff cock squeezed between her luscious tits. She would spit on her tits so that the man's prick would slide easily between her boobs, and open her mouth trying to catch the spurts of thick white come drenching her face. Stop it! Goddamit! I have to stop thinking like that! Hang on. Keep it together. Maintain. He's in there. I know he is. All I have to do is… just maintain.

As if in a trance, she watched the windshield wipers wave from side to side. Back and forth… to and fro… up and down… back and forth… in and out… in and out… in and out…

Suddenly, the images began-a flood of erotic memories. She couldn't keep them out. In spite of herself, the pictures flashed in her mind like those in a slide projector, pictures of giant cocks she had sucked! Throbbing, rock-hard cocks! Beautiful, delicious, potent cocks. Her mouth slurped and slid up and down a muscular prick… in and out… up and down, deep in her throat! Oh God, how she loved to suck cock!

More images. More projections. Tits. Hundreds of rich, full, beautiful breasts, satin-skinned boobs with their brownish, berry-like nipples. All those beautiful tits she had sucked on and enjoyed. She loved to feel a nipple swell and grow hard in her mouth. The thought of a juicy erect nipple would nearly drive her crazy with desire. It thrilled her to bury her face between a pair of big, beautiful, soft tits. She could almost come by rubbing her nipples against another woman's tits… especially if her lover's tits were bigger than her own. There was no doubt about it, she had a fascination for tits… a fixation that more than rivaled a man's. She often thought that if she were a man, she would be walking around with a constant hard-on, simply from looking at a girl's tits.

One of her favorite pastimes when she was a student in college was to sit on a bench on the campus and pretend to read a book, when in actuality she was tit-watching. She would watch a beautiful girl walk by and fantasize what it would be like to undress her, to remove her bra and have those beauti ful breasts rumble out into her mouth. She would get herself so turned on that her panties would be soaking wet. She would have to hurriedly find a secluded spot-her dormitory room, a deserted hallway, the bathroom, anywhere-and jerk herself off. She loved tripping herself out like that because usually the fantasies would trigger a mind-wrenching orgasm.

Just thinking about it made her yearn for sweet musky-tasting cunt. She didn't know which turned her on more, a warm, slick wide-open cunt or a throbbing, hard prick, spurting gobs of delicious come, filling her hungry mouth. Stephanie felt her pussy twitch. A rippling spasm of need and desire surged through her flamed loins. Jesus Christ! She had to stop before the spasms got carried away and took over her body… before she lost control. It had happened to her before. This driving need for sex… a hard cock, a cunt… any kind of sex. It was a deep surging need that wouldn't let up, that demanded to be pacified. She would get so hot and horny, no matter what she was doing, the feeling would interfere with anything and everything until the pounding, aching hunger was fulfilled. It was the nightmare of her life-the constant searching, the never-ending pursuit of sexual satisfaction. Goddamn that throbbing cunt! She had to stop it! Get hold of herself… stop it! Please… stop!

A blinding flash of lightning ruptured Stephanie's hypnotic trance, and the crack of thunder broke the erotic spell and wiped away the mental pictures. With the distraction came relief. The spasms in her pulsating cunt subsided and once again she was confronted with the present… the reality of the swishing windshield wipers. She set the emergency brake, turned off the ignition, then studied the blue steel revolver lying on the seat next to her.

She looked up at the mansion. Suddenly, like a photographer's flash bulb, sheets of lightning exploded, ripplfng across a storm-tossed sky, momentarily silhouetting the old Victorian mansion against the horizon and the arches and spires amidst a thousand silver slivers of drenching rain.

Jesus! How many times she had gotten fucked there! That was one thing you could say about Pasha. Once you had been exposed to one of his orgies, nothing else would ever do. Nothing could replace them.

She remembered the first orgy she ever attended at Pasha's. It wasn't one of his biggies, just a small affair, ten or twelve couples, but it was a night she would never forget. She was greeted at the door by a beautiful black man, oiled and naked. His cock was so hard it was sticking straight out, with little drops of come glistening on the tip. She walked in and was immediately confronted with another beautiful prick, at least ten inches long, and with a handsome, groovy man attached to it. Everyone was nude, so Stephanie stripped and proceeded to fuck and suck her way into the scene.

She got down on the floor and started sucking on the beautiful black man's cock. As she sucked on his cock, she felt her nipples grow rigid and her cunt start oozing. A stunning redhead came over and started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, biting them very gently. The redhead's fingers found their way to Stephanie's clit. Stephanie's cunt-lips were sopping wet. The redhead parted her cunt-lips and began to massage her clit, which by this time was erect and super-sensitive. With one finger on her clit and two other fingers flicking in and out of her pussy, the redhead caused Stephanie's cunt juices to flow freely. Kissing and sucking on her nipples, she slowly teased her tongue along the length of her body down to her belly-button. She flicked her tongue in and out of her belly-button with little butterfly flurries, then continued on, smothering her body with tingling tongue kisses, down to the insides of her thighs and then to her mouth-watering cunt. The redhead kissed Stephanie's hot vagina with loud, smacking kisses, and then, pursing her lips, she began sucking on her clitoris, alternating between sucking and kissing.

Then the redhead thrust her long tongue deep into Stephanie's pussy, a tongue like an ant-eater. Stephanie had never experienced such a long tongue. She started to come. She came so hard, she started shaking. She was coming and shaking and sucking on a massive hard, black cock, when suddenly, the black man's cock exploded in her mouth, filling her hungry mouth with the black man's love juice. He just kept coming, spurting gob after gob, and she just kept swallowing and sucking as fast and as hard as she could.

She felt herself gently rolled over onto her back. She lay there totally content and satisfied. For a brief moment she felt herself floating on a fleecy cloud of euphoria. Her legs were flung wide open, her beautiful pink pussy lips were also wide open, exposing her glistening vagina to the man with the enormous ten-inch hard-on. He dropped to his knees in front of her, wet the head of his prick with his own saliva and then, placing it against her vagina, he slipped it up and down several times between her moist cunt-lips. In effect, he was jerking her off with the head of his cock. Stephanie had never had that done before, so she was about to experience the wildest moment of her life. The man was an expert lover. He anticipated her orgasm. Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased his massive shaft deep into her pussy.

Waves of ecstatic pleasure raced through her body. She was so wired, she came immediately, the walls of her cunt rippling with orgasmic spasms. Her lover gently rolled over on his back, bringing Stephanie around on top of him. She loved it! She fucked him madly. She moved her ass up and down the full length of his cock, loving the fullness of him, the bigness, the hardness! Her juices were flowing, and she was sliding up and down the massive pole with no difficulty at all. She felt the walls of her vagina throbbing and grasping his massive muscle. She threw her head back and reveled in the sheer ecstasy of sliding up and down on the biggest cock she had ever fucked! But at that moment, she didn't care… at that moment, she felt she could fuck a horse!

Suddenly, a man knelt in front of her and began to jerk off in her face, presenting her with a close-up of his throbbing, rosy hard-on. Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed the man's erect penis, and, as if she'd been starving to death, she hungrily shoved it into her mouth. She sucked on his rod like it was the last cock she would ever suck in her life!

In the same moment, she felt the cheeks of her ass spread wide open and a slippery tongue licking and spitting into her asshole. My God! Was it possible she was going to get fucked in the ass? Then she felt the bulbous knobby head of what was obviously a hard and mighty prick wedge its way through her sphincter muscle. Stephanie was so high on sexy, so turned on, so lifted into an area of orgasmic ecstasy, she felt no pain. Having now opened the gates, she felt the delicious prick slide all the way into her bowels, deep… so deep she could feel his balls against her ass.

Two girls watching the scene taking place before them got so hot they fell to their knees, each one grabbing one of Stephanie's tits, sucking on her sensitive nipples and playing with their own pussies, jerking themselves off.

Stephanie was in Seventh Heaven. The feeling racing through her body was indescribable. Never in her life had she been so loved, so fucked! She had three huge cocks in her at the same time-one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her asshole! And the two lovelies sucking on her tingling nipples were the final blissful touch, the "coup de grace." She felt the prick in her mouth grow bigger, stiffer, and start to throb. The man she was sucking off began to moan.

"Oh, fuck that's so good, I'm going to come… Please don't stop sucking… Oh, Jesus… it's going to be so good!"

He was fucking her mouth so fast and so hard, his cock was just a moving blur. But his approaching orgasm was so exciting that it stimulated the other two men fucking her into their orgasms. The man fucking her cunt started quivering and groaning.

"Oh, shit! I'm going to come too… right from my balls!" He started to slow up his thrusting, gradually building to his climax, slowly grinding his hard prick in and out of Stephanie's pulsating vagina. "Oh, Jesus… Ohhhh… my cock is going to explode, it's going to fucking blow up inside your cunt, you fucking bitch!"

He threw his head back, and shoved his mighty cock as deep into her cunt as he could. He kept it there as he screamed, "I'm commming… Oh, God, I'm commming… in your fucking cunt. Ahhhggg!" Stephanie felt his prick lodged deeper than she had ever felt anything…she felt every pulsating throb of come spurt out of his prick.

The man fucking her in her ass was ramming in and out like a jackhammer. "I'm comming… Now! Now, Baby!! NOW! No… owww!"

Each time he rammed his prick into her ass, she felt him coming in full, rich spurts! Stephanie thought she was going to die… coming! All three pricks fucking her came at the same time. The man fucking her cunt came so hard, their love juices spurted out of her pussy, and flowed over his balls. Shooting stars went off deep in her bowels.

Stephanie shuddered from head to toe. It was one of the most consummate orgasms she had ever experienced. It was a night she would never forget, and with good reason, for she had been sucked and fucked and gang-banged to the point of sheer delirium. And why not? After all, Pasha prided himself on being the most depraved man on earth, and often boasted that as orgies go, they began and ended here… at Pasha's Pleasure Palace!

But by the look in Stephanie's frenzied, sex-possessed eyes, something else would end here tonight… Pasha's life! She picked up the revolver and expertly flipped open the cartridge chamber.

Chapter 2

Stephanie was an expert marksman. She had been around firearms all of her life and owned one of the best collections of handguns in the world. She also had her own private pistol gallery. Pistols excited her. Just the thought of an exploding pistol turned her on. If she knew she was going to a swinging party and was anticipating a lot of fucking and sucking, she would go down to her private shooting gallery and fire off a few dozen rounds. Without fail, those few moments in the shooting gallery would prime her for the evening ahead. It was the exciting thought of fucking someone she never met before, the tingling anticipation of sucking on a sweet pussy. And for those few short moments in the shooting gallery, she would feel absolutely… virile! She would feel as if she could satisfy any woman in the world. Each time she hit the bulls-eye, she would fantasize a cunt wildly exploding in her mouth.

Usually, by the time she came back upstairs, her thighs would be quivering and her cunt palpitating. Sometimes after a shooting session, her pussy would be aching with such desire and need, she would have to bring herself off at least two or three times before she could get herself together enough to finish dressing. When she was that wired, her favorite way to relieve herself was to jerk off with her electric toothbrush. Since the electric toothbrush used direct current, it was much stronger than a vibrator, as well as much more satisfying. She would place the back of the miniature toothbrush against her clit. Sometimes she would turn the brush sideways so that the bristles of the toothbrush massaged her cunt-lips at the same time the plastic part of the brush vibrated her clit. During those times, she would often imagine herself lying on her back with a voluptuous and earthy woman squatting over her face. It was very important for the woman to be facing her. Then she could play with her tits and watch the expressions on her face. She would experience deep and long orgasms, and at the very height of her climax she would imagine the woman (whose cunt she was eating) in the throes of her own climax, slowly rotating her hips, grinding her pussy hard and slow on Stephanie's mouth, filling it with sweet pungent cunt-juice.

When she finished, she would remove her panties, which by this time would be drenched with the juices from her own flowing cunt. Stephanie wore the sexiest, briefest panties she could buy. She would put the stained panties in her purse, and later, at the party, she would take them out and pass them around, turning everybody on with the provocative and musky odor of her steaming cunt! Quite often that would be the only incentive needed to start the festivities.

She opened the glove compartment and took out a box of ammunition,.38 S amp;W Specials, very accurate cartridges, indeed. Tonight of all nights, accuracy was the prime priority. She did not want to miss. For the first time in her life she would be pumping bullets into a living, breathing target. Her heart pounded with excitement. She remembered going to her gun cabinet earlier in the evening and carefully choosing the right handgun. She selected a Smith amp; Wesson Centennial Airweight. Revolver..38 calibre. Hammerless, so it wouldn't catch in clothing. Overall length of six and one-half inches, including the five-inch barrel. With standard loading, it had a muzzle velocity of eight hundred and sixty feet per second, and muzzle energy of two hundred sixty foot-pounds. To keep the weight down, the cylinder held only five cartridges. But only one cartridge was necessary. From Stephanie's point of view the other four rounds were simply extras.

As she loaded the cartridge chamber, she found herself anticipating the sweet taste of revenge. With an expert snap of her wrist, she nipped the cartridge chamber back into place. Considering the events o the past few weeks, she had more than one good reason to pay Pasha back. Yes… perhaps she would use all five cartridges. After all, he deserved all the "extras" he could get!

She opened her purse, placed the weapon inside; then with shaking hands, she took out a large gold key. She glanced up at the mansion. Even in this drenching downpour she could see a rosy, reddish glow emanating from the upstairs window of Pasha's bedroom suite.

She opened the car door and stepped out into the driveway, completely indifferent to the rainstorm. Rivulets of water streamed down her face, merging into her tears. She glanced down at the key in her hand. The three-inch key was sculptured in the shape of a cock and balls. Pasha proudly referred to it as his "Golden Hard-on!" Stephanie thought of it as simply one more reflection of his sick humor. But Pasha had great fun passing out this unusual key to his friends. The key was solid gold, and when he gave one to a male friend, he would tease him with, "Yours may be bigger, but mine is worth more!" He would gleefully inform the women that if they masturbated with his "Golden Hard-on," they would achieve orgasms of incredible intensity and feelings of physical pleasure that would be beyond the furthest stretch of their imagination!

This got him fucked, more times than not, because along with the key, Pasha offered satisfaction guaranteed. Many times Pasha was required to make good his "persona!" guarantee! Pasha considered himself to be the best fuck in the world. "After all," he would say, "someone has to be… and it might as well be me. My entire adult life has been devoted to the pursuit of sexual excellence!"

Stephanie had seen Pasha holding court many times, his constant and beautiful, but expressionless, companion standing next to him. Her real name was Maria, but he called her Mother Night because she hated the daylight, and her pussy-according to Pasha-was infinitely deep and capable of fucking all the pricks in the world. He said that when you fucked her, you felt warm and secure and as sheltered as the world wrapped in a blanket of night.

Stephanie remembered vividly the first night she met Pasha. He was at the pinnacle of success in the lucrative flesh market, and was considered to be the Prince of Pornography. He set himself apart from his competitors and his business associates by seeing to it that his products and services were of the highest quality and perfection. He had center stage and was loving every moment of it. His audience was fascinated and hung on his every word.

"No, Serena, that's not the idea at all. I'm afraid-to use a phrase that's dear to us all-you're not plugged in. What you're speaking of is commonplace. What I have in mind is unique… let me explain it in my own way."

He paused to consider the proper choice of words…

"What I have in mind is much more than a world of fucking and sucking. Oh, there'll be plenty of that to be sure. But what I'm talking about, my friends, is a Pleasure Palace, mind you! Visualize, if you will, an erotic resort on a small, enchanted island… my island. There I will create the final Sensory Experience! It will be a projection of my own magnificent libido." He smiled, letting the effects of his words sink into the minds of his audience. They were fascinated, hanging on his every word. He circled around Mother Night, occasionally caressing her, but directing his words to his listeners. His caresses were unconscious actions, without thought or purpose.

"It will be the ultimate head trip, a multitude of sensory delights, designed for the pursuit of physical pleasure…!"

Clad in clinging silk, Mother Night responded to Pasha's caresses. Her long, lithe body undulated to the rhythm of his effortless gliding hands. Her large succulent nipples popped out, straining against the thin silk material of her gown, as his hands brushed underneath her full, round breast. The muscles of tight sensuous buttocks rippled as she slowly rotated her hips.

"Think of it as kaleidoscope of physical sensations… with one purpose only… total sexual fulfillment! Three dimensional erotica! Women of every shade and color! And bronzed-skinned young boys, their cocks oiled and well-hung… and heavy with sperm!"

Pasha paused to observe the effects of his words on his audience. It was no surprise to him that they were growing hotter and hornier by the minute. The women were grabbing at their vaginas and rubbing their breasts. Some of the men had unzipped their pants, while others had their hands up under their girls' dresses, slipping their probing fingers into juicy cunts. Stephanie felt her own cunt twitching as she watched Mother Night's responses to Pasha's experienced hands. That was a long time ago. Revenge was all that mattered now!

With tears streaming down her face, she entered the side gate. The golden cock was a special pass-key which could unlock all the doors in Pasha's mansion.

In the beginning, Pasha was very selective with whom he presented his golden cock. They had to be unusually "talented" people with a "special interest," people who could make "interesting" contributions to his parties. Gradually, as more and more persons obtained the sought-after golden keys, a special and unique "Key Club" was formed. This "preferred" group would often form the nucleus, the starting point, of Pasha's parties. But that was in the beginning. II Pasha had remained selective perhaps things would have been different.

She pushed the golden cock in the front door keyhole. The locking device was electronic. There was a soft click and the door swung slowly open. Even in the semi-dark room, it didn't take Stephanie long to get her bearings. She glanced around the room. The main living room was gigantic. It was designed specifically for Pasha's fuck parties.

In fact, Pasha referred to the room, not as his living room, but as his "loving room!" It was a masterpiece of erotic design. Beds were everywhere, on every level, in every nook and cranny. Some were even suspended from the ceiling. And, of course, there were water beds everywhere. One wall was a 35mm movie screen for hard-core sex films in stereophonic sound. The balance of the walls and ceilings were covered with mirrors. Giant three-by-five playing cards were used as room dividers. Beautifully explicit fuck and suck scenes were painted on the backs of the cards.

In the semi-darkness, Stephanie stumbled over an unusual chair. It was a special masturbation chair for women, designed by Pasha. The chair was in the ape of a hand, palm up, with the middle finger extended up and crooked over. If a woman was sitting in the chair and was watching someone getting fucked, and she got horny, all she had to do was slide a bit forward until her clit pressed up against the extended middle finger. The finger was connected to an electric motor. The girl could press a button and bring herself off at about two thousand RPMs.

Stephanie adored the chair. She had used it hundreds of times. Her favorite way was to sit in the chair fully clothed, as if nothing at all was happening, and then let the vibrating finger jerk her off through her panties! With the finger chair vibrating her own cunt like crazy, she would look around to see who was getting fucked in an interesting way, or perhaps she would watch a beautiful girl getting her cunt eaten. If she didn't move, if she disciplined herself and remained completely relaxed for as long as she possibly could, she would have an incredible orgasm. Sometimes she would be able to time it and come with the girl whose juicy pussy was being sucked on. She would feel a rushing sensation, a tingling wave that would surge down through her own cunt. She would come in gushes, flooding both the finger chair and her panties!

She found herself getting turned on just thinking about it. She could feel that her panties were getting moist, and it wasn't from the rain! She was tempted to sit in the finger chair and bring herself off. She had to stop thinking that way. She wasn't here in Pasha's Pleasure Palace to get turned on. She knew very well what would happen if she gave in to her own insatiable desires. It was time for her to find Pasha… and she knew exactly where to find him.

Pasha's master bedroom was upstairs. Shifting the gun to her right hand, she quietly and cautiously ascended the stairway. Her dress was still wet from the rain. It clung to her tight little ass, outlining her skimpy bikini panties. Stephanie had a beautiful pussy. The mat of crisp black pussy hair on her Mound of Venus was clearly defined through the wet dress and through her sheer panties. When she reached the top of the stairway, she could hear moans from down the hallway. Sexual moans! Frantic… animal moans! Obviously, some little cunt was getting her ass fucked off and loving every minute of it. It would be interesting to see who Pasha was fucking this time. Whoever she was, she would remember this fuck for the rest of her life!

At the end of the hallway, a door was opened just a crack. Stephanie knew the sounds were coming from there. As she got closer, the sounds became words and the words became demands.

That prick feels so good! It's so hard… and so big! Ohhhh! That's it… just like that! Give it to me, you mother-fucker, give it to me-harder! Ohhhhhh, you cuntfucker, it's going to be so good! Ohhh Ooooooo… Jesus Christ! FUCK ME… I'M GOING TO COME! Don't stop.Please… don't stop! God damn you, you cocksucking sunuvabitch! Why did you stop?"

Stephanie peeked through the crack in the door. She could see two people fucking. Well, not quite fucking. Pasha had just pulled his big ten-inch cock out of the girl's cunt. She could see his powerful tool, rock hard and pulsating. The thick, bulbous head was flaming red and dripping with the girl's cunt juices.

"Please… slip it back in! Just the head… that's all, just the head of that beautiful prick of yours!"

"You love that prick, baby?"

"Oh, God, yes!" the girl panted, "I love that prick!"

"You want it? You want me to fuck that hot cunt of yours? Huh? Tell me how much you want this prick, baby!"

"My cunt is burning up… please… I gotta have it… Fuck me now! Please… I'm aching… and hurting… and I've got to come!"

"I'm not sure I believe you, baby… Maybe I'll jerk off and come all over your cunt… then, maybe I'll just leave you hang there to suffer…!"

"Oh, no, please don't do that! I need that prick! I need it now! Fuck me, you cocksucker… please… I'll do anything… anything you say, but please fuck me…! Come inside me… I want to feel your hot come inside of me!"

Stephanie knew exactly what Pasha was doing. He was holding off their orgasm, not letting either one of them come, but instead, letting the tension build. He had performed in the same way with Stephanie many times… sometimes holding off their coming for two or three hours. Then when they did come, it would be the ultimate orgasm. They would nearly blow each other's heads off!

The girl's legs were spread open in a wide vee, pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Actually, she had no choice. Both ankles were shackled and held in a special harness suspended from the ceiling. She was practically hanging by her ankles. Her arms were stretched out behind her head, the wrists handcuffed together, then chained to the headboard. The girl was completely helpless, which was not unusual. Pasha liked his women that way.

The girl had a fantastic body-tits that weren't too big, but nice and round, firm and erect. She had long slender legs and sensuous thighs held wide open by the leather harness, exposing her pink pussy foaming with love juices, and surrounded by a thick bush of black curly cunt hair.

The girl was wild-eyed and frantic, delirious with desire. In a passionate frenzy she twisted and pulled at her harness, trying to break free from the leather restraints. More than anything, she wanted to break loose from her bondage, wrap her arms and legs around Pasha and fuck his brains out.

Stephanie knew the feeling very well. She knew what it was like to be bound and tied, to be helpless, to be at the mercy of a dominant and teasing lover, to have your tormented body begging for fulfillment. But, secretly, she knew she enjoyed it and that it would end in a pounding, throbbing, consuming release!

Pasha held off their orgasm for over an hour and Stephanie could see that his throbbing cock was ready to come. He slipped the head of his king-size cock between the girl's feverish cunt-lips. Then, slowly, without penetrating the pussy hole, he slid the head of his cock up and down, between her clit and her asshole. It drove the girl crazy. With his cock going back and forth between her clit and her asshole, the girl was frantic. She heaved and squirmed and pulled at the harness, but to no avail. She was reduced to a quivering, shaking mass of lust and desire. The girl's frenzied passion stimulated Pasha to the very edge of orgasm. He could feel the tingling deep in his balls as the head of his prick slid up and down the girl's glistening cunt!

"Oh God, Pasha… my pussy aches for that cock! Please… shove it in my cunt!" She strained upwards with her pussy, trying to suck in his cock!

Stephanie, a natural voyeur, was hypnotized by the. scene. Without even being aware of it, her free hand had slipped into her panties and parted the outer lips of her smoldering cunt. Slowly, she massaged her clit with her thumb and finger-fucked herself, shoving her forefinger deep into her pussy.

Pasha continued rubbing his gigantic prick up and down the imprisoned girl's cunt. He realized he wasn't far off from coming and that it was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

Suddenly, without warning, the girl lost all control. Her ass twisted around and around and the muscles of her inner thighs quivered and shook as she went into the beginning stages of a fantastic orgasm.

"I'm going… to… come, Pasha…! O… ohhh…ouhhhhhh, migawd… it's comming…I can't stop it!!! I am going to come! OHHHH… I'M COMMING…! I'M FUCKING COMMMM… MING!! SHOVE THAT FUCKING PRICK DEEP INTO MY CUNT, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER…!

Pasha placed the head of his throbbing cock against the girl's gaping cunt-hole. He didn't even get a chance to apply pressure. Her cunt was so hot, the minute she felt his prick slip between the lips of her cunt, her pulsating pussy sucked him deep inside. As his prick glided through her cunt-hole, she screamed with pleasure, "AAWWWWWWWWWWGH…!"

Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed his bone-hard cock deep into her throbbing pussy. The deeper his prick, the more intense her orgasm became. Pasha could feel the walls of her cunt grasping his cock with each orgasmic spasm.