"Laundry Night" Part 3 of 4
by Maddog
Pam Stone was in shock. She was speechless. After
getting the biggest cock she had ever seen rammed down
her throat, this guy wanted more?
She was trying desperately to think her way out of
this. Finally, she looked at Mr. Jones and said
weakly, "I...I've got to finish my laundry."
Mr. Jones put on a broad smile and said, "Don' you
worry Ms. Stone, I'll git your laundry done." While
Pam stood there, Mr. Jones transferred the wet laundry
into the dryers, then put the rest of the laundry into
the washing machines with detergent. He then produced
a set of keys that were attached to his sweat pants and
was able to start all the machines without inserting
coins. Pam couldn't help be a bit impressed with how
carefully and competently he handled her clothes.
"There you go, Ms. Stone, now we can get busy!"
Pam was sweating. She didn't know what to do! Finally
she blurted out, "What if someone sees us?"
Mr. Jones thought for a second. "Hmmmm." said Mr.
Jones. "OK, lets go to my crib," referring to his small
apartment in the basement.
Finally Pam couldn't think anymore. She completely
broke down and threw caution out the window and started
begging. "Please Mr. Jones, I'll give you anything you
want! Just don't touch me anymore and let me go.
Please! Please!" There were tears streaming down her
face.
Mr. Jones stopped smiling and looked at her sternly.
Finally he said, "Do you think I'm stupid, Ms. Stone? I
see the way you look at me. The way you always
hollerin about this and that. The way you strut around
this place, with yo nose in the air, and a frown on
your face. You think yo shit don't stink!
"No, No! Mr. Jones, I have nothing but the highest
regard for you and your work!" lied Pam. "Believe me, I
think the world of you."
"Awww, I know you do, Ms. Stone." said Mr. Jones
cynically. He reached over and stroked Pams left tit
with his right hand. "Now's your chance to finally
show it. I know you want to. I seen plenty of up
tight hoity toity bitches like you Miss Stone. All you
really need is a good hard dick like lucky 13 here."
Pam shivered from Mr. Jones touch. Part from
revulsion, part from sexual turn on. She couldn't help
it if her tits were such a erogenous zone for
her. Mr. Jones moved his hand from her tit to her left
wrist. "C'mon, les go." Mr. Jones said simply. He
led her down the hall to his apartment. His grip on
her wrist was like a vise. She had no chance to break
loose.
His 'crib', as he called it, was really small. It was
just a small room with three doors. One that they
entered through. She guessed the other two must be a
closet and a bathroom. The first thing that impressed
her about the room was the strong smell. It smelled
like sour beer and cigarettes.
There wasn't much furniture. There was a small bed
that looked like the kind in a military barracks. It
even had one of those coarse gray blankets like the
army uses. There was a small dresser in front of the
bed with a small 13 inch TV. There was a night stand
next to the bed with a radio on it and an overflowing
ashtray. The radio was on playing rap music. In the
opposite corner with a small three foot tall
refrigerator with a hot plate on top.
All around the room were empty malt liquor bottles.
The walls were just cinder block painted white. There
were a couple of small windows up toward the ceiling.
The only light in the room was a fixture in the middle
of the ceiling. There were several pictures taped to
the walls of nude women that looked like they had come
from girly magazines. For a fleeting moment, Pam
thought these girls didn't look that better than her.
Maybe their stomachs were a bit flatter and butts a
bit thinner. She could match here tits against theirs
anytime.
"Please, have a seat." said Mr. Jones pointing to the
bed. It was the only place in the room to sit. Pam
sat down. The course blanket felt scratchy against her
skin. As she sat down, Mr. Jones closed the door, then
locked it with a key. The door was made of steel. It
was obvious she wasn't going to get through this door
without the key. "Would you like something to drink?"
Mr. Jones opened the small fridge. Pam could see it
contained nothing more than a couple of cases of malt
liquor, the same kind he was drinking in the laundry
room.
Under the circumstances, Pam thought it could only help
so she nodded her head yes. Mr. Jones unscrewed the
cap off a bottle and sat down on the bed next to Pam.
He took a long drink from the bottle, then handed it to
Pam who also took a long drink. It didn't taste too
good to Pam, but she hoped it would help to numb her
senses. She took a second long drink then handed the
bottle back to Mr. Jones.
Pam was nude except for her bikini panties. Mr. Jones
was completely naked now with his 13 inch cock still at
full erection. Damn, thought Pam, it doesn't look
like that thing will ever go down.
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"Ahhhh, I see you checkin' on lucky 13!" said Mr. Jones.
"Donn worry Ms. Stone, lucky's gonna take good care of
you tonight. I bet he has a couple of loads left in
him before we done. So hey, I like those cute lil
panties you got on there. Take'em off!"
Pam was too scared to deny him. She slipped them down
and took them off. "Give'em here." Mr. Jones ordered.
Pam dutifully handed them to Mr. Jones. They were
pretty damp from two orgasms she had in them in the
last half hour. Mr. Jones rubbed the crotch of the
garment between his thumb and forefinger. He then
brought it to his nose and took a deep smell. "Damn
Ms. Stone, you smell goooood!" He then tossed the
panties onto his dresser.
For the first time Mr. Jones saw her pussy. There
wasn't much hair. She had naturally sparse hair on her
private parts. Her legs were slightly parted and he
could see it all. Her clit was swollen from the
activities with the washing machine. Her cunt lips
were also swollen.
Mr. Jones took the half full malt liquor bottle and
rubbed her cunt with the lips of the bottle. Gently he
pushed the bottle in about 2 inches. Pam gasped from
the feel of the cold bottle in her snatch. He lifted
up the bottom of the bottle until a small amount of the
liquid poured right into Pam's wet twat. Mr. Jones
removed the bottle then put it to his own lips and
drained the bottle. "Oh, thas sweet Ms. Stone." said
Mr. Jones.
"Ahhhhh, Mr. Jones? This blanket is kind of scratchy
on my ass." Said Pam, "Do you have something more
comfortable I can sit on?"
Taking Pam's honest complaint as a come-on, Mr. Jones
pointed to his lap and said, "Why sure Ms. Stone, you
can hop on right here. Donn worry bout falling off, if
you start to feel dizzy and you can jus grab holt of
the handle." Now he was pointing to 'Lucky 13'.
"Oh well, I didn't mean...." said Pam.
"Didn't mean what?" said Mr. Jones menacingly, cutting
her off. He patted his knee firmly in a way that told
her she had better be sitting there promptly.
Frustrated, Pam stood up and gingerly placed her naked
ass on his right thigh with her back to him and both
her legs on the same side away from him. She then
crossed her legs tightly and closed access to her wet
mound. She also folded her arms over her tits.
"Thas not too friendly like" complained Mr. Jones.
"I ain't seein that high regard you said you had."
Pam just squirmed a bit in response. She continued to
sit in this 'unfriendly' manner.
Getting angry, Mr. Jones shouted "C'mon bitch, cut the
shit". He reached around and grabbed Pam's left wrist.
He gave it a hard tug and pulled her to her feet and
spun her around until she was facing him. Pam gave out
a little 'yelp' in surprise. Then he grabbed both her
arms and pulled her quickly onto his lap facing him
with her legs spread wide and her wet gash pushed hard
against is hard 13 inch dick.
"Now thas better," said Mr. Jones in a more subdued
voice, "nice and friendly." He moved his hands around
Pam and cupped her firm round ass with his huge hands.
At the same time, he pinned her to his lap with his
forearms on her thighs. He was taller than her, so,
while sitting on his lap, their faces were at an even
height and she was so close, their noses were
practically touching.
Mr. Jones took advantage of this and, before Pam could
react to anything that happened the past couple of
seconds, he mashed his lips onto hers and shoved his
tongue as far as he could down her throat.
Pam was surprised by the move. At first her arms shot
straight out from side to side. Then, after a couple of
seconds she relaxed them and placed them on Mr. Jones
huge shoulders. Her tits were betraying her again.
They were mashed hard against his muscular chest. Mr.
Jones didn't have a particularly hairy body, but, he
did have some hair there and it was course and curly
and the feeling of the hair against her nipples was a
huge turn on.
Mr. Jones sensed she was responding when she started
tightening her arms around his shoulders and gently
sucking on his tongue. He could feel her relax her
body and started doing very small gyrations of her wet
snatch against his huge member. Mr. Jones withdrew his
tongue and said, "Yeah, now thas' real friendly." Even
though her body was responding to him, Pam really
wasn't too happy and wouldn't look him in the eye. "I
think its time to slide down the pole." added Mr. Jones.
Pam gulped hard and said "I...I...I... can't take it.
I've never had one this big. It'll kill me!."
Still holding her tightly, Mr. Jones smiled and said,
"Don' worry, Miss Stone. I tol you, ol' Lucky 13 never
hurt no one. Pretend you are a fire lady and you gotta
slide down the pole to put out the fire." Pam didn't move,
she was frozen by fear. After a few moments, Mr. Jones stopped
smiling and said a bit louder and more sternly, "Slide
down the pole, Ms. Stone!"
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Slowly Pam looked him in the eyes. In them, she saw
his potential for anger and violence and decided she
had better co-operate. Despite Mr. Jones assurances,
she was worried about getting hurt. Mr. Jones eased up
the pressure on her thighs with his forearms and she
rose onto her knees on the bed straddling him. She
moved just high enough so his 13 inch cock was aimed
directly at her cunt lips.
This also placed her tits approximately in line with
Mr. Jones mouth. He took quick advantage of this by
giving her little bright pink nips a quick lick and
suck each. He put his arms around her waist to hold
her in place.
Pam reached down and tried to ease this massive dick
into her pussy. She closed her eyes and took a deep
breath. Besides its length, it was also twice as
thick as anything else she had ever had inside her.
She had no idea if she could accomplish the goal that
was being demanded of her.
She slowly pushed down with her hips taking the soft
head into her quim. She let out a little gasp when
it disappeared inside. She stopped for a few
moments trying to get used to the feeling. It was a
little too long for Mr. Jones. He gave her a little
slap on the rump and said, "C'mon now, take the damn
thing!"
She started pushing downward some more, taking the cock
in a couple of millimeters at a time. After she had
taken about 3 inches, she began a small slow fucking
motion, moving up and down. Each time she went down she
would take a tiny bit more inside her.
"Damn, Miss Stone, the way you going, we'll be here
'til morning before you get it in." complained Mr.
Jones. "If'n you don't move your butt soon, I'll fuck
it instead and I won't be so gentle neither!"
Pam had no reason to doubt Mr. Jone's assertion. She
had never been fucked in the ass before and the thought
of getting this dick in her ass scared her to death.
She was sure it would split her in two.
Pam bit the inside of her cheek for extra strength and
gave a hard push down. She managed to take in another
inch. She pushed again and got another 3/4 inch and a
third time and got and another 3/4 inch. She had to
stop to catch her breath. She managed to take a glance
down to check her progress and was stunned to see she
had about half this massive cock inside. She was
stunned because she didn't believe she had gotten that
far, but sickened a bit wondering how she was going to
get the other half.
For a fleeting moment she though maybe this would be
enough, but thought better of it. She knew Mr. Jones
wouldn't be happy until she gave him a good fucking
with the whole dong inside. She was starting to feel
really scared. She didn't cry out loud, but, without
realizing it, her eyes welled up and tears slowly
started rolling down her cheeks.
"Damn Miss Stone." Said Mr. Jones, "I fucked 14 year
olds that could take my cock better than you. Stop
blubbering. You ain't gonna break. Maybe just stretch
out a bit." With that, Mr. Jones grabbed her hips with
the huge hands and began fucking his cock upward into
her cunt while pulling her down simultaneously. With
each thrust, another inch or so would disappear into
Pam's overtaxed cunt until Pam sat squarely on his lap
without any trace of Mr. Jones huge root showing.
Mr. Jones took a moment to catch his breath. Pam was
shaking with fear, pain and disgust. She felt
completely used, humiliated and powerless. After
several seconds, Mr. Jones said, "OK, Ms. Stone, you
had better get busy. If'n you don't give me the best
fuckin' you ever give ta anyone, I can't say what's
gonna happen!"
Pam knew he meant every word. She responded by putting
her arms around Mr. Jones neck and attempted to pull her
body up so she could fuck him. The pain was starting
to subside a bit and was replaced little by little by a
numb pleasure. While holding Mr. Jones in this manner,
she had was pressing her nude body against his. Her
tits were mashed against his hard chest and she liked
the way if felt.
Slowly she rose up. She release about 8 inches of cock
meat then started slowly moving back down. As soon as
she was back down she repeated the action only slightly
faster. This continued for about 10 or 12 strokes when
she finally reached a speed that was almost acceptable.
She hated to admit it but she was beginning to enjoy
this. Just then Mr. Jones right hand came off her
waist and instantly came down on her left butt check
with a loud hard smack.
"Damn Miss Stone, Damn" shouted Mr. Jones, "We gonna be
here all night with this shit. You da worst fuck I
ever had!". With that Mr. Jones grabbed her waist
roughly with his arms and began pulling her up and down
on his cock at nearly twice the speed she had been
going. It was as if he was masturbating himself with
her cunt. At this point, he had complete control.
Even though she was on top, there was nothing Pam could
do to control the fucking in any way.
Remarkably, the effect of this action was quite the
opposite of what Pam was expecting. Her tits and her
clit was pressed hard against Mr. Jones body. Her cunt
was on fire! She had never felt turned on by anything
like this before, yet she was having the most intense
sexual experience of her life! With each thrust she
gave out a short staccato "UH!". Her voice grew louder
and higher with each stroke. Finally she started
shouting, "GOD, JESUS, FUCK ME YOU BIG BLACK BASTARD!,
FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
This went on for a total of around 15 minutes. Both
their bodies were covered in sweat. After completing a
particularly hard stroke Mr. Jones held her down with
his cock impaled to the hilt and started shooting his
load into Pam's abused but happy quim. His orgasm
triggered hers. It was the most intense orgasm Pam had
ever had in her life. They sat there holding each
other for about a full minute. He shot wave after
wave of baby juice into her and she responded by
mashing her lips against his and jamming her tongue
down his throat.
Finally, she spoke. "So, how was that?"
"Sheet Miss Stone," complained Mr. Jones, "You call
that a good fuck? Hell, I did all the damn work, and
look, ol' lucky 13 is still as hard as ever." Pam
hadn't realized it, but his cock was still inside her,
and, to her shock, it was still at full erection.
"How..How..How could that be?" stammered Pam.
"I tol ya, it was the liquor. It always does that to
me, unless I get me a really good fuck, it just stays
that way," explained Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones then
grabbed Pam around the waist and lifted her off his
huge member. "Well," continued Mr. Jones, "I guess we
ain't finished."
...continues in "Laundry Night" - Part 4 - click here to continue...
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