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This story is dedicated to sweet Connie the Cunt- slurrp** slurrrpp*** :-)
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... Ashley was sucking Paulie's cock softly, increasingly enjoying the feel of a cock in her mouth ( something she was always reluctant to do in her old days as a married housewife was to suck cock; now she was discovering that she had been denying herself of delightful pleasures! ). Suddenly Harry pulled her by her hair, and said ominously ( Paulie's dick went out of her mouth with a loud pop ):
"... And you better get used to swallowing the cum when you suck cock, did you hear that, cunt? My friends complained to me that you refused to do so while sucking them, the days when I wasn't here... I didn't like to hear that, cunt. You will swallow the cum everytime they pay you to do so! Is that clear, bitch?"
"Y-yes..."- said Ashley, afraid of making him angry.
"That's 'yes, Daddy', for you, whore!"
"Yes, Daddy" - she said without hesitation, a look of abject passion in her beautiful blue eyes...
He released her beautiful red hair and snapped his fingers, and immediately Ashley took Paulie's cock in her sweet mouth, and resumed sucking him again, taking all of his dick in her throat, until he came loudly... Ashley swallowed all of his sperm obediently, and kept sucking him fervently, until Harry took her by the hair rudely again.
"That's better, honey. You're learning fast. That's my baby..."
She looked him in the eye briefly, enjoying his affectionate words almost to the point of crying, but then noticed the stern gaze in his eyes, and instinctively lowered her head and looked at the floor, in an ages old display of the female's submission to the male...
"Harry!"- yelled Trish suddenly. She was looking outside the window. The highway patrol was slowly getting off the highway and heading for Sam's parking lot.
"Shit, they came after all!"- said Harry- "Well, we don't want any troubles with the law, do we? Let's go to Sam's backyard. We still may have a good time there with our little toy... Now, crawl, baby. Go there on your hands and knees... Move bitch!"
He quickly led her by the chain attached to the dog collar on her neck, and there she went, on her hands and knees, out to the restaurant's backyard, followed by Harry's friends, while the waitresses frantically sprayed deodorant in order to vanish the smell of pussy and semen from the air...
"Oh hi, officers, nice to see you!"- Trish greeted the policemen, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, so they looked at her suspiciously.
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There was no concrete floor, so it was all mud because of the rain... There was a big log in the middle, that Sam used as a bench. Harry pulled Ashley by the hair until she stood up, and ordered her to stand still. Then he proceeded to tie her hands to a small tree that was in front, with cord, and he fastened it to her wrists until she gasped in pain... There was fear in her eyes. She was now held prone facing the tree, her hands in front of her, her waist painfully scratched by the log, her bottom exposed to whatever might come...
"Hey these cute shoes, I paid $ 200 for them!... They gonna be ruined if I don't take care of them"- said Harry. He took the high heels off Ashley's pretty small feet, so she now had to stand on tip toes, because the cord was very tight on her wrists...
"Hey, look at that ass!"- said Charlie. In spite of her small frame, Ashley had ample hips and thighs, and absolutely gorgeus fat ass cheeks. She looked seductive as hell, with her ample bottom and short legs, her small toes barely sustaining her, all exposed and defenseless...
She wanted to beg for mercy; she was so afraid now she was trembling... What were they going to do to her? She wanted to beg Harry for mercy, but was too scared of making him angry, so she only gasped and cried, terrified of saying the wrong thing.
"She's trembling..." - said one of the men with a chuckle.
"Yes. She's my little girl. She needs her Daddy. Well, gentlemen... " - said Harry, welcoming his pals to enjoy her charms with a wave of his hand.
"Wait a minute!"- said Paulie. "I just found out I paid $ 150 for a blow job, but Roddy here says he got the same for $ 80 a few days ago!"
"Oh... Is that true, sweetie? So my little slut is doing business by herself, without asking Daddy for permission? I didn't know that ( of course he did ). Tss tss... You're a bad, bad baby... I'll teach you how to behave yourself, honey, and when I'm done with you, you won't forget the lesson, believe me..."
She shook uncontrollably, out of sheer fear, a wild look in her pretty eyes.
"No! Please!"
"What did you say?..."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. No, Daddy... please. I need the money for my son. You know that. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't know..."- she was crying softly by now.
"Well, you'll get to know, baby. Pretty soon..."- he said with a sinister tone of voice that startled even his friends.
"No! Please! Please!"- she begged, totally terrified.
"You'll regret having been so slutty, bitch!" - he suddenly barked at her ear.
"Eeeeeekkhh!!" - she shrieked, a terrible high pitched sound escaping from her throat, her small body trembling in terror...
Harry was smiling while Ashley lost control and couldn't avoid peeing, to her infinite shame, as her pee went down her legs all the way to her feet. She was crying and gasping, feeling miserable and humiliated, when Harry started to softly caress her cunt with his hand, from behind.
"My poor baby. My sweet little baby... I love my little darling Ashley..."- he whispered to her ear, in his best fake- tenderness voice.
"Oooh Daddyyyyy..."- said poor Ashley. She started to thrust her behind against his hand, to meet his caresses... She lost control of herself once more, and soon came in his hand, while repeating:" Daddy... oh Daddyyy... oh Daddyyyyyyyyy... oh Daddy-OhhhhDaddyyyy!!..."
"I told you"- Harry instructed his buddies.- "She's got no self- control at all. Tame her fragile mind - and as you see, that ain't difficult-, and she'll do anything you want her to do..."
"I think I wanna do that!"- said Paulie cheerfully, looking at her wantom bottom still convulsing out of control, her orgasm still not fading...
"No way, dude. She's mine! I'm just telling you how to tame a bitch... It's easier than to tame a pet..."
"I still paid more than Roddy, and I think..."
"Yeah you're right, Paulie. You got a point there. Well, I was still thinking how to organize this, when you guys started to fuck her by your own will... Ok, let me think for a minute, you punks..."
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Some hours later, the highway patrol officers had gone away, and many big trucks had come and parked at Sam's.
"Hi Sam. Harry summoned us tonight. He's got something to tell us. Where is he?"- said one of them.
"He's in the backyard. Go one by one there, with a minute between each of you... Remember, one by one. We don't want any trouble..."
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They were all gathered, 17 in all, waiting for Harry to talk. He was up on the log, and he looked just as serious as your neighborhood politician before a public speech. Meanwhile poor Ashley was prone over the big log, on tip toes, showing her ass bare naked to the men. They had put a big light right in front of the improvised stage, and Ashley's buttocks were shining brightly, her own wetness between her thighs quite obvious... Sam had to concede the guy had a sense of humor...
"Ok listen fellas, she's my bitch, ok? That's point number one. You can fuck her, but we'll set the rates now, so that it is fair business for everybody - he looked charmingly at Paulie while saying this-. Ok, you can have her cunt for $ 150. You can have her ass for $ 200. If you want a blow job, it's gonna be $ 100 if you want her to swallow your putrid scum, or only $ 50 for a quickie suck without her swallowing..."
All of the men laughed and applauded cheerfully.
"Hey!!"- said Sam, visibly angry- "This is my restaurant you're in. Don't make noise now you guys! Or we'll all end up in jail. You heard that?"
"Listen to Sam, listen to him, you punks" - Harry said mockingly, as if scolding spoiled brats.- "OK, you are not allowed to treat her roughly in ANY way, you hear that? She's my bitch and only I can do that. And if anyone forgets this warning, because he's too drunk or whatever, I'll remind him personally how he should treat my lady... Understand boys?"
All of them nodded in silence. No one wanted to face Dirty Harry's ( that was his nickname ) wild fury. The last hapless fella that chose to do so ended in the hospital, and had to remain there for weeks, his jaw broken in pieces, among several other shattered bones...
Ashley moved nervously on her toes, sensing the fear Harry inspired in his colleagues, the poor girl almost peeing again down her legs out of sheer terror... She almost couldn't stand anymore on her toes, but anytime she tried to rest on her heels, the excruciating pain on her wrists prevented her from doing so. But she wouldn't dare to interrupt him now, she would certainly be punished, she knew it. So she painfully breathed deeply and stood on her small cute toes, now snow white because of the weight of her heavy hips upon them depriving them of blood...
"I want you to pass the flyers I'll make to all the comrades you know all over the country... Your set of flyers for each one will have your name in them. For each new customer you bring, you will receive $ 10 dlls credit that will be good to use at 'the house'..."
"The house?" - the men asked- "What the hell you talking about?"
"Ha ha!! Allow me to talk, please, kind gentlemans... Sam here has graciously agreed to build in his premises an... extension to the restaurant. It will be a joint for us the heroic truck drivers, to have a time of pleasure in between our hard work tasks! It will be our own WHOREHOUSE!!"
The men cheered and whistled wildly this time...
"Hey!! I told you, you morons! Shut up now!" - shouted Sam, but even he was laughing, thinking that indeed Dirty Harry had a brain, apart from that big cock of his... and thinking of all the thousands of dollars they would make...
"Well, Sam, please understand our men. They have reasons to be happy!! From now on, they will have a sweet pretty young thing to fuck everytime they want, in the company of their peers, and without having to go face the ugly old witch at home for that ha ha!! Ain't I great?!"
"Yes" - the men shouted in unison.
"Ain't I great?!"
"Yes" - they shouted again.
