A Wicked Summer for Carnal Girls Ch. 04

She took him in both her hands, the stark difference in their skin color riveting. Her hands seemed tiny, doll-like, the chipped red paint on her nails a highlight against his dark meat. She rubbed him against her cheek, smiling up at him.

She kissed the big dusky head.

Cutter grinned, offering her a soft growl. Veronica shook her long hair, a look of resolve on her face. Lowering her head, she put the tip of his cock in her mouth. She couldn't get it all in. She didn't even try. She settled onto her haunches. Both her hands jacked his long black length, with only the head in her mouth. She cast her eyes up at him, watching him as she stroked his meat.

It was quite a sight. The fear was gone from her eyes, replaced now by a look of intense determination. And then it was clear. It didn't come in words as much as a flood of understanding. Cutter was every little black girl her father had ever humiliated. Cutter was every man of color her father refused to look in the eye. She was making amends for every slight she had ever witnessed. It was her obligation. Her duty. And she meant to pay for it all, right now, with her mouth. Cutter would get his due.

Joe squirmed in his chair, his erection throbbing in his pants. He couldn't do much about her eagerness to give herself up, but his own complicity made him feel uncomfortable. Maynor had helped Joe into rehab. When he got out, Maynor had given him a loan to start a legitimate business. Maynor used his influence time and time again to keep him afloat, make the business thrive. And now all he could do was sit here watching as Maynor's precious little girl sucked a black man's dick.

With a noisy pop, Veronica pulled Cutter's penis from her mouth. Her eyes were wide and bright. His big black rod jutted from his groin, like the branch of a mighty oak. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked his shaft. She wet him front to back, closing her eyes and taking as much of his slick length into her mouth as she could.

She bobbed her head.

Ignoring his paperwork, Donnell stared into the other room. Joe didn't know where to put his eyes. He flipped through the forms. Soon he heard the soft slobbering noises and Cutter coo his praise. Joe had to adjust his pants to accommodate the painful erection throbbing between his legs. It was foolish to sit here, like a prude, while the rest of the room watched. It might very well be dangerous. To protect the girl, he had to act like he didn't care. He had to watch them disgrace her. It was his obligation.

Joe slowly turned his head.

Veronica held Cutter's nuts with one hand. She used the other hand to slowly jack the length of him toward her mouth. It was as if she were feeding herself, methodically nourishing herself through his cock. Cutter watched her work, a satisfied look on his face, and then he glanced up and his expression went cold.

One of the boys held a phone in his hand and was pointing it right at Cutter.

"The fuck," Cutter said. He placed his hand on the girl's forehead, popping his cock out of her mouth. The boy sat grinning on the couch, holding his phone out in front of him.

Veronica knelt back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her gesture reminded Joe of that day on the lake, her fourteenth birthday party. In some ways she was still just a baby, fighting to hold her own in the circles of men.

"Video?" Cutter growled. "Who said you could do video?"

He snatched the phone from the boy with lightening quick move.

Joe imagined video surfacing with him in the background, unable to tear his eyes off Veronica. Reviewing his behavior from the last few minutes, he recalled needing to adjust his pants. Had he touched his cock? Jesus.

Veronica must have been thinking along the same lines. She curled in on herself, trying to hide her nakedness as best she could. Her face looked stricken, as if she might suddenly burst into tears. She searched the room with her eyes, finally settling on Joe.

He kept his face even. The night was still early and there was only so much that could be done. She might have to learn to live in a world that contained x rated footage of herself, sucking Cutter's cock.

"I didn't get your face," the boy said to Cutter. "It's cool."

Cutter frowned. "No, it's not cool," he said, working with the phone.

"My wife can recognize my penis," Cutter mumbled. "Bitch's crazy."

Looking up, he laughed at his own stark appraisal of his wife.

"Get up off that couch," Cutter snapped.

Tossing the phone over his shoulder, he glared at the boy. The phone clattered to the floor on the other side of the room. The boy winced and scampered to retrieve it.

Veronica rose on her knees, fussing with her hair. She looked relieved. Grateful. She threw out her chest, raising her breasts. Her nipples were hard brown nubs. She gazed at Cutter with obvious need. Something can happen to your mind when you're in a dire position and someone helps you out. A sense of gratitude can rise up inside of you unlike anything else you might have ever known before. It takes over, instilling a kind of fanatical loyalty, a willingness to do just about anything for the person who kept you from harm. Joe knew the feeling well. A long time ago he tried to cheat Maynor in a land deal. Before consummating the deal, Maynor saw through the fraud. But instead of going to the police, he helped Joe get into treatment.

Veronica primped herself.

Joe felt a perverse mixture of excitement and dread.

Cutter settled onto the couch. He slipped off his shorts, opening his legs wide. His cock lewdly swayed in his lap. He looked at Veronica and patted his hand on his thigh, an unspoken command. And then he smiled. If his scowls were threatening, it was amazing how inviting his face looked when he smiled.

He could make you feel like you belonged. Like you mattered.

Veronica grinned.

He patted himself again, calling her like a dog. His smile was gone.

Veronica darted over to him on her hands and knees. Saved from certain ruin, she was his grateful little bitch tonight. Taking his fat cock in her hand, she lowered her head, licking the underside of his shaft. Her silky hair spilled across his thighs.

Cutter watched her work. He glanced toward Donnell.

"Lower," Cutter said in a husky voice.

She looked at him, looked at his cock. She tentatively touched her tongue to his balls. Holding his shaft in his hand, she filled her mouth with his sack.

He made a satisfied hum. "Lower," he said.

She raised her head. Her lips a tight line, her face pinched.

She swallowed.

He splayed his legs wider, moving his bottom to the very edge of the couch. She held his glistening dick in one hand.

"Come on," he said. "You know what I want."

Veronica looked over her shoulder at Joe. She looked a little sheepish. A little excited.

"Don't look at him," Cutter said.

Veronica cut her eyes away, grinning with embarrassment. Cutter was her hero, she was his pet. He needed a hero's reward. Tilting her head to the side, she scooted her body down low, so low her long hair touched the floor. She hesitated for a brief second, and then thrust face between the big man's legs. His balls rested on her cheek, the highlights in her hair shone and danced as she nuzzled her head between his legs.

Cutter smiled. He looked right at Joe.

The girl pushed her head into his bottom. Cutter made a satisfied noise, a look of contentment on his face. He made a slow rolling motion with his hips, riding that young pink tongue buried deep in his ass.

Joe grinned. He shook his head.

Cutter was turning this into a show of dominance, and it was, of course, a show he needed to win. It was unfortunate that Veronica had looked at Joe to boost her courage. It was unfortunate that Cutter had noticed her look. But the situation wasn't untenable. Not yet. Cutter just needed to show he was her daddy, that she was his little trick.

The real problem was the girl. She was a goddamn freak tonight.

"I lied," Donnell said.

He shoved the paperwork towards Joe.

Joe narrowed his eyes. He scrutinized the paperwork. Donnell's large loopy signature appeared in a dozen different places. It all looked in perfect order. Joe raised his brow.

"That's not what she whispered to me," Donnell said.

Rising in his chair, Joe grinned. He started signing his name. Fifteen minutes and he could be out of here. It didn't matter what the girl had whispered to Donnell. She had given herself to Cutter. He would protect her for the rest of the night.

"I only said it," Donnell said, "to inspire Cutter."

Joe fished the keys to the property from his pocket. Tossed them on the table.

Veronica raised her head. Her cheeks were flush with the heat from between Cutter's legs. Her ears and face went bright red. She said something to Cutter but it was too low to catch.

Touching her lips with her finger, she drew it across her mouth.

Cutter rose from the couch, his cock dipping crazily in front of him. Veronica sat back on her heels. She tilted her head up, shook the hair from her face, and then waited.

Joe could feel a dull ache in his balls. He needed to ejaculate. Molly was in bed, fast asleep by now. He could go into the bathroom and masturbate. Or he could save it. Go home and wake up Molly. Maynor's kid had cocked the gun. Molly could pull the trigger.

"Close your mouth, child," Cutter said, his voice husky. He slowly stroked his cock. Veronica licked her lips. Closed her eyes and smiled.

Cutter pulled his fist to the base of his cock. He froze for a minute, with his dick sticking straight out before him, his ass and abdomen clenched. And then he groaned, his cock spitting milky white cum onto Veronica's chin. Another glop followed, landing on her forehead, a long white tail streaming back into her silky hair. More landed on her cheek, some pooled in her eyes.

"Don't open your eyes," Cutter chuckled.

He groaned and continued to pump his cock, his big palm cupping Veronica's head. She mewled, squirming on her knees.

Joe turned to Donnell.

"She doesn't seem to mind too much," Joe said.

Donnell raised his finger. He nodded to the other room.

Joe put the paperwork into his case.

Veronica's face was a sticky mess. Cutter wrapped his cock in her long silky hair. When she realized he was using her hair to dry his cock, she grinned and pummeled his thick thighs in mock protest.

"Hold on," Cutter said. "We got to clean you up now."

She knelt at his feet with her eyes closed, his cum cooling on her face. He made no move for towel or sheet. He simply stood by the girl, his cock in his hand. A slow smile spread across his face. A cold stone of dread fell into Joe's chest.

Joe looked at Donnell.

Donnell nodded to the other room.

Cutter pissed on her. He directed the stream across her tits. Veronica rose on her knees, pulling her shoulders back. A look of shock and horror on her face, her mouth dropping open. Cutter raised the stream to her face. Coughing and choking, she closed her mouth and raised her arms. "Hold up, hold up" Cutter said, irritated.

He stopped pissing and held his cock in his hand.

Veronica spat, but nothing came out. Her open hands floated on either side of her face. She gasped and made a low keening noise, her eyes still covered with semen. Mewling pitifully, her shoulders heaved. She spat again. Again nothing came out. She tried to clear her eyes, but Cutter wouldn't allow it, batting her hands away.

"I'm clean you up, girl," Cutter said, his voice hard.

He grinned to the boys.

Veronica lowered her hands. It wasn't clear how she would handle this torment. She went to all fours until she could control her coughing. And then she silently returned to a kneeling position, head down. Rising on her knees, she leaned forward, presenting her messy face.

Cutter praised her warmly.

He stood, waiting for the stream to resume. She knelt silently. Her shoulders trembled once. A clock ticked somewhere. Cutter joked about the amount of semen on her face. He joked that he might have to drink more beer.

When he finally started to piss again, it was a relief.

Joe's cock was hard, but this time not for the girl. It was the adrenaline rush that comes with danger. If anything bad could happen, it would.

Cutter hosed her pretty face.

"You know what she told me?" Donnell said, his voice only loud enough for Joe to hear. "She said she gave her boyfriend a black girl," Donnell said.

He kept his eyes on Cutter, his voice flat.

Joe swallowed. It had been in all the papers. A girl that was new in town went to a house party where most of the football team gangbanged her. It happened a few years ago.

Veronica's name was in all the papers.

It was her party.

She invited the new girl, a cute little colored girl.

"Veronica did not tell you that," Joe said. He laughed, trying to hide his discomfort. He sat back in the chair.

Donnell looked at him coldly.

"She was never indicted," Joe said.

Donnell shook his head. He laughed.

Joe looked away.

Cutter stopped pissing and Veronica sat back on her heels. Her bangs were wet. She used the heel of her hand to mop her eyes. She knelt in a puddle on the floor. Pursing her lips, she looked up at Cutter, this black priest she had picked to guide her through this no man's land. Her eyes were red ringed. Wet.

"We got to clean up that tongue," Cutter said.

He stepped to her face, his cock in his hand.

Without a word, she opened her mouth, extending her tongue.

Cutter planted his feet on either side of her knees.

A moment passed.

He unleashed a torrent of piss. It stopped almost as soon as it began but Veronica didn't move her head. She didn't withdraw her tongue.

"She told me she gave her boyfriend a black girl," Donnell said. "She say she need to get herself some black sugar tonight."

Shifting his weight on his feet, Cutter sighed softly.

He began pissing again. The stream grew in intensity, aimed right at the girl's extended tongue. It splashed out of her open mouth, running in rivulets off her chin.

Looking at Joe, Cutter grinned. He laughed softly, his chest rising and falling, the stream splashing on the girl's upturned face.

"And she will," Donnell said, "Tonight she get some."

He picked up his house keys and squeezed his fist. Sliding back in his seat, Donnell grabbed between his legs. "She get some black sugar feast tonight," he said.

 

Chapter 3

Her aunt had him cornered in the basement at Saint Barnaby's. She wanted his help finding a job for her niece, a new arrival to Carnal. The girl stood by the coffee urns, toying with her hair and fidgeting. She wore tight jeans with ragged holes in the knees and no makeup. Her hips were narrow, her chest flat. If it weren't for her long brown hair, she'd look like a boy. Her name was Gloria Dean. She couldn't meet Joe's eyes. Afterwards, Molly said she looked needy. Joe smiled. He let her babysit. He did it to please her aunt. He did it to be a good neighbor. He came home early that night and found her out in the garage, blowing Donnell.

This is what happens to needy girls.

Joe didn't want the boy in the house. He didn't want Molly to know how he'd found Gloria. He put real menace in his voice, but kept it low. Hissing.

Donnell left in a hurry.

Joe helped Gloria clean herself up. He drove her home, watching her out the corner of his eye. Her vulnerability made her seem more attractive. When he stopped at the bank, he couldn't help himself. He gave her money and put his hand on her thigh. A blush rose in her cheeks. He praised her body, then teased her for dating a black guy. Looking out the window, she opened her legs. He slipped his hand into her panties and found her wet. Hungry. She rode his hand, making soft little grunts until the windows fogged up. She worked her hips until she made herself come.

He waited for her to stop squeezing her thighs then pulled his sticky hand from her pants. Sitting back in his seat, he opened his fly and took out his cock. Her eyes got wide. She said something about her boyfriend. He smiled at her, his fat cock in his fist. He told her it wouldn't take long. She looked like she might cry.

To boost her confidence, he praised her. He cooed encouragements. She looked into his lap, then glanced out the foggy windows. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she put her knee on the seat. She said she thought this was fucked up, but she didn't say if she meant fucked up for the act she was about to perform, or fucked up for him to have asked. It really didn't matter. He grinned and she lowered her head into his lap. Her warm mouth covered his cock and he came. He didn't bother to warn her. He already knew she swallowed. He'd just watched her swallow her boyfriend's cum.

He petted her head until he finished ejaculating. He didn't feel guilty.

This is what happens to needy girls.

At her at her aunt's house, she opened her door and the overhead light glowed. He fished money from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. She paused, staring at his hand. She started to say something, to decline his gesture, but he leaned over and tucked the bills into the waist of her pants. She lowered her head and smiled.

She thanked him, her eyes meeting his, and then she slammed the door and bounded across her aunt's front lawn. At the front door, she turned.

She waved.

And then she was gone, the honeyed fragrance of her pussy still hanging in the air.

That was earlier this summer.

This was now.

Veronica came out of the bathroom, her face freshly scrubbed.

She was alone in the room with the mattress and the boy she had smacked. She stood nude, hugging her arms across her chest, searching the rooms with her eyes. She found Cutter whispering with Donnell and gazed at him with undisguised longing.

It was hard to watch her look at Cutter that way.

She should have been furious with him. Or maybe terrified of him. Instead she just stood there, looking lost and holding herself, waiting for him to notice her. She seemed willing to forgive him all he had done for just a few more minutes of his attention.

The lieutenant grinned at her from the couch, his gold cap gleaming.

He came for her. He put his arm around her shoulders and walked her toward the mattress. Veronica craned her neck, trying to catch Cutter's eye. He wouldn't look at her. Maybe he knew the power he had over her and was withholding his attention to abuse her further. Or maybe he didn't know. Maybe he just didn't give a fuck. Maybe he'd already moved on. He'd used her and now he was done with her. It was someone else's turn. Cutter sidled up to Donnell the way good friends often do. When Cutter turned his back to whisper something to his friend, Veronica sighed—a soft, disappointed moan. Her mouth fell open, and she touched her face, looking distraught. Joe fought a sudden wave of nausea.

He felt small, insignificant. Weak.

She needed him more now than ever before, but he wanted to leave. This wasn't his concern. He wanted his money. He wanted to go.

Cutter was an animal, she was a whore. His whore.

She stood by the mattress with the boy. He was explaining something to her.

He grinned, his gold cap gleaming in his mouth as he spoke. She looked at him dully, as if she couldn't understand any of the words coming from his mouth. And then he showed her a tube of something he was holding in his hand and her expression suddenly changed. She looked away, slumping her shoulders in defeat.

The boy wanted her ass.

Veronica looked toward Cutter and Donnell, her eyes wide with alarm. Cutter ignored her. If Donnell noticed her distress, he didn't show it. He laughed at something Cutter told him. Veronica hung her head.