Turned on virgin

CHAPTER NINE

Cindy felt dwarfed as she stood on the plush carpet before the large oaken desk of the most powerful man in town.

"Now let me get this straight," Ernie 'King' Stern said around the big cigar in his mouth. "Some guys in a bar steered you to me and you want me to do this job for you, but you don't have any money."

Cindy fought down her nervousness as the big man's cold eyes stared right through her. "I was told you can do anything," she said weakly.

"That's true. But it costs, sweetheart, it costs. You need about two bills."

"Well, yes, I know, but, well, I thought maybe… I mean, I don't have any money, but, well, don't you think I'm pretty?"

King Stern's steely eyes moved over her curve-filled minidress, but they didn't light up like Cindy expected, they would. "Pussy?" he laughed. "You want to trade your ass? What makes you think it's worth two hundred bucks?"

Afraid that he was turning her down, Cindy blurted, "But I need your help. Please help me. I'll do anything, anything! You can eat me and fuck my pussy and my ass, too. I'll suck your cock – as many times as you want me to. But please, help me."

King leaned back in his chair and laughed till Cindy reddened with embarrassment. "Sweetheart," he said, "your cunt may be at a premium back home, but pussies like yours are a dime a dozen to me. I have movie actresses that pay off their debts to me with their asses. I fuck the mayor's wife every Wednesday night."

"Oh!" Cindy gasped, impressed.

King went on. "Just last night a broad who couldn't pay up brought me her two daughters as gifts. Her daughter sucked my cock and I fucked her other daughter till she passed out."

"Goodness!" Cindy gasped, feeling heat in her aroused cunt.

"And you offer me your body?" King chuckled.

"But what can I do?" Cindy cried helplessly.

"Earn the bread," King said. "You look like a nice kid to me. I'll tell you what I'll do. You go downstairs to the restaurant. Sit in the corner booth near the window. I'll send some guys who'll pay to fuck you. In a few days you'll have two bills – then come and see me."

"A few days!" Cindy exclaimed. "But I wanted you to help me now, this afternoon!"

The phone rang and King took a few minutes to dispatch some business concerning race horses. Then he said, "I ain't Santa Claus. My time's valuable and I don't do nothing for nothing."

Another phone rang, and as King muttered about shipments from Turkey, Cindy admired his gold watch, big diamond ring and ruby stickpin. Hanging up, King said, "Run along, sweetheart. I'm busy."

The phone rang again. King listened as Cindy went to the door. "Hold it, kid," he said, then into the phone, "No sweat, Pete. I've got just what we need." He hung up and said, "This is your lucky day. I can help you."

"Oh, you can?" Cindy cried.

King looked at his watch. "Yeah. For two hours of your time. A little job for you. It pays a C-note an hour. I'll keep the bread and do that little job for you."

"What do I have to do?" Cindy asked cautiously.

"Does it matter?" King asked.

A chauffeured limousine transported them to a huge mansion on the outskirts of town, the big rumpus room of which, Cindy saw with dazzled eyes, was transformed into a large movie set.

King took Cindy to a big fat man and said, "This is Pete. Now you just do what he says and while you're working, I'll go and do that job for you."

"But, what…" Cindy stammered.

King looked pained. He took Cindy by the shoulders. "Time is money, sweetheart, so don't waste it. Just do as you're told. It's very simple. You're gonna fuck while these cameramen take movies."

Cindy gasped and stood open-mouthed as King hurried away.

"Okay. On the set, everybody!" Pete called. To Cindy he said, "Just get naked and go over to that bench over there."

Cindy haltingly stripped and moved into the glare of blinding lights.

"Alice! Betty!" Pete yelled. "Come out here. This chick looks cold. Get her in the mood."

Cindy stood gasping as two young and nude girls surrounded her and giggled and kissed her and felt her up and licked their red tongues all over her flesh. It felt like a thousand tongues were licking into her asshole and pussy and over her tense young tits.

"Ohhh," Cindy moaned shortly. "I'm in the mood! I'm in the mood!"

The sucking mouths immediately released her body and the girls vacated the set. Pete barked, "Lie down on the bench."

Cindy lay down, her pretty legs straddling the bench, and a naked guy came over.

Keeping her mind on her part of the bargain, responding dutifully to Pete's orders, Cindy fondled the thick hairy cock-sheath which was hanging heavily under his belly.

Still aflame from the girls' tongues on her body, Cindy moaned and grasped the cock and jerked it into tremendous girth and length. Cindy moaned again, louder.

"That's okay," Pete called out to her. "This isn't a sound flick. Moan all you want." He whispered to a cameraman, "Where in hell did King find this sweet kid? Those cold hippie chicks bore the shit out of me. Look at her! She's enjoying this!"

Being an unjaded girl, Cindy had no reason not to enjoy it. She was gazing at the largest, thickest cock she'd ever seen and, from all the excitement – the tongue-lashing and this enormous cock – her writhing cunt was horny for a good fucking.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, and hugged the man's large frame in her arms.

"Shit," Pete murmured, "this hot piece doesn't need any cues. Look at her go! Keep those cameras rolling!"

Gasping excitedly, Cindy maneuvered her hot ass into a more receptive position, as anxious to get her cunt on the cock as the man was about to fuck her cunt. "Oh, God!" she wailed as the immensely thick dong stretched the lips, walls and hot flesh of her cunt. Her fingers dug into his back and her pretty legs automatically curled around his thrusting haunches.

"Get that camera in there!" Pete bellowed and a camera dollied in low, pausing within inches of Cindy's leaking cunt-hole as it choked the gigantic cock. The camera remained fixed there and captured on film the fantastic fucking.

Cindy panted as the come-slickened cock fucked the very breath out of her. She squealed, coming again and again, as the young male stars jacked off and shot their fiery young loads of come all over her twisting, writhing young body. They repeated this scene as often as they could as the girl grew hornier and hornier on the fucking, sliding, driving cock.

"Ohhhh, Mammmmaaaaa!" Cindy moaned, coming for the tenth time in as many minutes.

Her come-soaked cunt facilitated the further entry of the cock, and inches more of it, the widest part of it, slipped juicily up into her churning, clamping young twat. The huge circumference of the thick cock had her sweet cunt stretched into a big O, and that O was chock full of hot, wet, gargantuan cock.

Cindy was up and down the thick fuck-pole filling her wet cunt. She had picked up a wonderfully pleasing rhythm, fucking with her whole body so that her tits were scraping hard over the man's chest as her drenched, dripping pussy slid suckingly up and down on its prodding hunk of rigid meat.

All the cameramen, even Pete, were jerking off now. "What do you think?" one man rasped hotly. "Ya think she'll last?"

"Fuck, yes!" Pete gasped, shooting his load. "She loves it!"

If Cindy had been familiar with this business, she would have known that the average female star fucked the cock only fifteen minutes at a time, with fifteen-minute breaks in between. Cindy fucked the cock a full forty-five minutes straight!

When King returned he found the set spattered all over with gobs of come, and off-camera male and female stars, stagehands and stand-ins were fucking like crazy. And, center-stage, Cindy was laughing lewdly, obscenely, fucking her clogged cunt wildly on the pistoning cock. Under their locked genitals was a spreading puddle of shiny liquid.

"Jesus Christ!" King exploded. "Get her the hell off that thing before she needs a rubber room!"

Stagehands quickly freed Cindy from the rampaging dong and, surprisingly, she leapt to her feet, giggling, and ran up to Pete and King.

"You were worrying about something?" Pete chuckled derisively.

"Mr. Stern," Cindy panted, putting her dress on. "Did you do it?"

"Done," he said. "When you get home, there'll be a surprise for you."