Whores And Pimps Part 3

"Don't you fucking well make me hurt you bitch; you take what I give you and don't even think of hurting me down there," Joe growled.

Michele wrapped her fingers lightly around the rubbery fat cock and placidly held it there. Joe held her wrist and began to slide his cock in and out of her loosely clenched fingers. He looked down at his thickening member wrapped in Michele's hand, her red painted fingernails accentuating her delicate fingers, and groaned. He swayed back and forth on his heels and fucked her hand.

"Oh yeah; wank that cock baby! Wank that cock!" he moaned.

Michele felt her other wrist being untied and when her right arm was freed it was placed over Bill's shoulder and she left it there, limp, so that she held him in a faux embrace. Bill sat on the bed as he continued to kiss Michele and he felt her start to respond. Gently at first, she tentatively slipped her tongue into his mouth and then when he pressed his lips harder against her lipstick painted mouth, she kissed him back passionately.

Michele was becoming aroused despite the fact that she was being forced to participate in their debased game. Bill's kisses were deep and exciting; she responded despite her feeling of abhorrence and used her free arm to embrace him. Instinctively her right hand clasped onto Joe's cock and started to slowly masturbate him. She felt her fingers slide along the sleek hard shaft and then over the spongy bulbous head; she manipulated the sensitive area at the bottom of glans and heard him sigh.

Bill lifted his face from hers and Michele reluctantly allowed him to escape her embrace. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her lips and then both eyelids.

"God you are one pretty whore," he whispered into her ear.

Michele became more excited and felt her own cock hardening inside her satin panties. Bill shifted position so that he was kneeling on the bed, his groin next to Michele's head. She offered scant resistance when he turned her head towards his erect member and rubbed it on her lips.