Cursed Ch. 10

When he finished, he lifted my face with his massive hand that felt soft like a lady's. His expression was stern.

"Tiffany, that was a nice safe routine, but I don't like to see you holding back. Next time, I want to see you dancing closer to the edge. Give the crowd a thrill. Finish with a death drop that ends with your hair touching the floor. Capisci?"

I nodded. What else could I do? The Dollhouse owned me.

"Now, put on a smile. The bartender is waving. You have some tables that need attention. I'll ensure you upgrade any lap dances to something more lucrative for the club."

I collected a tray holding a pitcher of draft beer and six shots of whiskey. I manage to dodge half of the hands, trying to cop a feel as I wound my way through the tight-packed tables. Gino yelled when a customer blocked my path and jammed his hand up the gaping legging of my PJ bottoms. I did a little dance with the bastard's finger rammed up my vagina as I somehow managed to keep the drinks from spilling. I wanted to crown the asshole with the pitcher, but any breakage would come out of my pay. Gino quickly came to my rescue, and I continued walking to my table.

I stopped when I saw Big John and his construction crew at the table. I had a vivid memory of last night when the big crew chief had fucked me on stage with a cock so massive that he had immediately earned the nickname Big John. Gino had to grab my ass and propel me the last few feet. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the gush of moisture soaking my babydoll shorts. Six pairs of lust-filled eyes were fixed on my bare, heaving breasts.

After I served the drinks, I stammered, "Is there anything else I can get you, gentlemen, before I head back to the bar?"

Big John laughed. "Don't go running off yet, little filly. My crew wants a taste of the sweet cunt that you let me fuck last night."

I was trapped. I knew I couldn't escape what was coming. Gino's hand was still wrapped around my ass cheek, massaging my burning flesh. His fingertips were inside my shorts, reminding me I was naked under the sheer, translucent cloth. I jerked when his middle finger probed the opening to my moist pussy.

Big John saw my body twitch and realized Gino was my handler. "My crew and I all want to fuck sweet little Tiffany. Can we get a group discount?"

Gino picked up the menu of prices from the table and rubbed his chin for a moment. "Certemente! I'll give you six for the price of five and throw in a free lap dance."

Big John smiled and handed Gino a wad of cash. "Tiffany, you can warm me up with a lap dance."

Gino gave me a shove, and I fell into Big John's arms. He slipped forward to the edge of his seat and positioned my knees on either side of his hips. I placed my hands on Big John's broad shoulders and started grinding against his crotch to the beat of a song intended for the dancer on stage. He pulled my crotch close to his while mauling my bare breasts with his free hand.

I quickly realized that the crew chief wasn't wearing anything under his light nylon shorts. Damn, he was hard already, and I remembered why he had earned the name Big John. His hands went straight for my ass, and the big construction chief quickly lifted my body enough to capture a hard nipple in his mouth. I arched my back to press my breast against his hungry mouth. Big John raised his hips and slid his shorts down. Now, I was gyrating my moist pussy on his freed cock. The only thing between us was my flimsy soaking wet babydoll bottoms.

Big John wrapped his big hand around the waistband of my shorts. "These damn things are in the way."

The sheer cloth gave way with one hard tug. Big John threw my shorts on the table. I saw one of his crew snatch the shredded garment and bring it to his nose before passing it to a buddy. The crew chief returned his attention to my naked body. He gripped my ass and dragged my engorged pussy up and down his massive cock. I gasped as the monstrous organ rasped across my hard clit. I was so aroused that my body was shaking with need.

I moaned when he lifted my pussy to the tip of his cock and slid inside me. My fingernails dug into his muscular back as he lowered my feverish body until every inch of his cock was buried in my throbbing vagina. My lips found his, and I plunged my tongue inside his whiskey-flavored mouth. His fingers pulled and twisted my nipple, drawing a moan from deep in my chest. His rough hand on my bare ass guided my movements. He pushed my sweaty body up his muscular torso until only the tip of his cock was inside me. I paused a moment before dropping quickly. Our bodies slapped together hard, and I let out a shriek. Maybe it was the cocaine, but I could barely stand the intense pleasure. Big John's cock filled me like nothing I had ever experienced. I went off like a firecracker, and my scream echoed off the walls. I was vaguely aware of flashes from multiple smartphones.

I was still cumming hard on his massive erection when he stood up and laid me on the round table his crew was sitting around. The table was so small that my head was hanging off one edge while my ass was barely supported. Big John began pounding my pussy so hard the table screeched across the floor.

I protested my uncomfortable position. "Damn it, my neck hurts."

Big John shouted an order. "Dale, hold the bitch's head up and stick something in her mouth to shut her up. I can't concentrate with all her bellyaching."

Dale grabbed the hair on the back of my head. He didn't need any more encouragement before sticking the head of his long skinny cock in my mouth. I licked the tip and felt it quickly get hard. The asshole lifted my head a little before cramming every inch of his nasty cock down my throat until his sweaty balls pressed against my face. The acrid smell of his unwashed junk was overpowering. I repeatedly gagged as he fucked my face without caring about my discomfort. Fortunately, he didn't last long. I was still swallowing Dale's sour cum when someone slapped my cheek with a fat cock and said, "Open wide, Princess."

Before this week, the only cock I had taken in my mouth had been my traitorous fiancee's barely average-sized organ. I'd found the experience disgusting, and I'd done such a poor job sucking him off that he had never asked me for a repeat performance. Now that I was working at The Dollhouse, Carmen owned my body. It didn't matter what I thought about sucking cock.

Last night, every guy in the club seemed to expect me to suck them off. Tonight was going to be far worse. Everyone in the club knew that my pussy was for sale tonight. My reputation as the shy Ice Queen was coming back to haunt me. I was not only the new girl at The Dollhouse, but I was also the dancer who many of the men in town had fantasized about fucking. Until the novelty wore off, I could expect a steady stream of eager customers.

Big John was still pounding my pussy hard when the second cock slipped between my lips. This one was much thicker than the first, and I had to strain my jaws to take it in my mouth. Once he got his fat cock past my lips, he drove it against the back of my throat like a battering ram. The pain was excruciating, and I choked as he tried to shove it down my throat. When I started flailing my hands around to defend myself, Gino grabbed one of my arms and shouted a command.

"Grab her other hand before she hurts someone with her nails."

I struggled as they pulled my arms behind my head. One of Big John's crew was a journeyman electrician, and he secured my wrists with a cable tie. He ran a daisy chain of plastic ties from my hands to a table leg and tied me to the bar table that was screeching in response to Big John's violent attack on my pussy. The second guy came in my throat and was replaced by a third construction worker before the crew chief shot his load of potent cum into my fertile womb.

Another man, who I never saw, quickly replaced Big John. Hard cock after hard cock followed. Rough hands grabbed my flesh and twisted my sensitive nipples. No one cared about my pleasure, but my body reacted despite my terror. I had my first orgasm after my third customer played with my protruding clit as he slowly long-dicked my cum-filled pussy. I gagged on the cock fucking my throat as my spasming vagina squeezed another stranger's erection. With my head inverted, the cum leaking out of my mouth stung my eyes before flowing into my red hair. I lost track of time and cocks as my body began orgasming repeatedly. How in the fuck did that asshole, Gino, think this was a high-class act?

I heard Alberto yell. "Gino, it's ten o'clock. The Japanese managers are in the party room waiting for their Ice Queen. Get this whore cleaned up now. I'll stall them with some Sake and a couple of dancers."

Gino cut my wrists free and helped me sit up. My numb arms dangled uselessly. As the blood flow returned, my arms tingled painfully. I coughed up cum for a minute as I tried to regain my bearings. I didn't understand what was happening. Fortunately, Gino kept my limp body from falling to the floor.

I was a mess. Cum spewed out of my mouth and dripped from my quivering chin onto my tender breasts. My nipples felt like rabid animals had gnawed on them. My back was coated with sweat and cum. I was sitting on the table's edge in a pool of sweat, cum, and urine while more cum oozed out of my gaping pussy.

Sometime during my gang bang, I lost control of my bladder. The asshole, who was fucking me, proclaimed his masculinity by yelling that he had fucked me so hard that he had made me squirt. Several years ago, a stripper from The Pink Pussycat told me that some men liked women who sprayed. She said she did it even though it made her feel nasty. The dancer said she knew it was pee because women don't have some mysterious organ that shoots female cum if a man is a good lover. The vagina only produces lubricant by the teaspoon full. The only other source of liquids in that area is a woman's bladder. Now I understood what she'd told me, and I felt disgusted.

Nevertheless, I got a loud cheer as Gino dragged me to my feet and supported my limp body. I managed to open my eye that wasn't glued shut with cum and saw a line of lusty men waiting their turn to use my body. The queue stretched to the bar. I knew they would be waiting when the Japanese managers finished with me.

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Gino threw my nasty body over his shoulder and followed Alberto. I didn't notice we were taking a detour to Carmen's office until I felt the needle pierce my butt.

Albert laughed. "That ought to revive la puttana carina. The Japanese managers are our best customers. They aren't interested in fucking a piece of dead meat. Keep an eye on her, Gino. I gave her a double dose, but she might pass out anyway. If she starts to fade, break a popper under her nose."

My heart began pounding again. I wondered how long before I was hooked on drugs and nothing more than a cocaine whore. I felt bugs burrowing under my overheated skin when Gino dumped me on the shower floor. My big Italian handler used a hose to spray the filth from my tormented body. He roughly dragged me to my feet and wrapped my hands around the shower head. The bastard cursed me as he struggled to undo my French braid. I screeched when he used a rough brush to scrub me down. Once he was satisfied, he pulled me out of the shower and threw me a threadbare towel. He stood back and watched as I dried my sore body. He looked disgusted when another glob of semen slithered out of my destroyed pussy. He screamed curses at me in Italian as he urged me to hurry up. I couldn't help that it took forever to dry and braid my hair. Thankfully, he wasn't interested in having sex with me.

I thanked him when he handed me new PJ bottoms. As soon as I pulled them on, he dragged me out of the dressing room. I protested when we passed the Japanese room.

Gino laughed, "You were such a big hit with the Japanese last night that they invited all the middle managers as well. The Japanese room is too small to hold the horde they brought. Carmen said we could use the Executive Party Room. You should make a bundle of tips if you're nice to your fans. Just remember to smile, puttana."

Gino wasn't exaggerating. At least two dozen excited Japanese managers were partying in the executive party room. They had been drinking heavily, and most had already stripped off their suits. Sake was flowing, and rock music was blaring. Carmen had sent a couple of strippers to entertain his best customers while they waited for me. One of the strippers was dancing on the small stage, trying to keep away from dozens of grasping hands. The other stripper was buried under a pile of undulating bodies on the bed. All I could hear from her were regular squeals and grunts.

Mr. Jiro, the general manager of the Rivervale branch of Yamanami Heavy Industries, had broken into one of the toy drawers and was examining a humongous black dildo. My knees went weak when I saw William Miller, their head of security. The tall, muscular, coal-black security manager stared at my naked breasts while he stroked his bare cock, which was even bigger than Mr. Jiro's toy. I remembered Mr. Miller's attempt to fuck me on stage last night. How could I forget the pain and pleasure when he worked his hard black cock deep into my tight vagina?

Gino whispered in my ear. "I have other duties, so I'll leave you in Mr. Jiro's good hands. Make me proud. You'll be sorry if I find out you didn't please him and his staff."

The CEO of Yamanami Heavy Industries might think I was his soulmate, but he wasn't here tonight to protect me. Mr. Jiro wasted no time putting me in my place. As soon as Gino left, the diminutive Rivervale general manager shouted a command to his head of security. "Mr. Miller, bring the whore to me."

The burly and very naked black man took a couple of strides and grabbed my arm firmly. I stumbled as he dragged me over to his boss. The assistant managers watched intently to see how their boss would treat me. They were all aware of the CEO's infatuation with me, but Mr. Jiro's behavior would set the tone for what they were allowed to do to me tonight.

Mr. Jiro rubbed my chin with the tip of the vibrating black dildo. He glanced at his security manager towering over him and said, "Mr. Miller, I heard you attempted to fuck this whore last night after the rest of us left. You're well endowed. How much of this dildo do you think our pretty whore can take in her pussy?"

The muscular black man held my back tight against his chest, and I felt his massive erection pressed against the crack of my ass. His throbbing cock was separated from my bare flesh by nothing more than my flimsy Baby Doll bottoms.

Mr. Miller grunted. "I'd say she can take pretty much all of it. Your toy may be longer than my cock, but it's not as thick. Last night, I buried mine in her to the root. Too bad Alberto stopped me. She seemed to like me fucking her almost as much as I enjoyed her tight pussy."

Mr. Jiro ran the mushroom head of the vibrating dildo across my lips. I made the Japanese general manager angry when I clenched my teeth as he tried to stick the plastic toy in my mouth. The little bastard slapped my face.

"Open your mouth bitch. I want to see if you can deep-throat this little toy."

Mr. Miller interrupted his boss. "Turn off the dildo, or you'll chip her teeth, and no one will get a blow job tonight."

Mr. Jiro scowled at his insolent security manager but switched off the vibrator. When I still kept my mouth closed, he shouted a command to his head of security. The big black bastard slipped a hand down the front of my Baby Doll shorts. I shrieked when he pinched my protruding clit and gave it a jiggle. Mr. Jiro took advantage of my open mouth to ram the enormous dildo inside. The thick black toy stretched my mouth painfully, and I gagged when the foul-tasting rubber vibrator hit the back of my throat.

The agitated general manager shouted what sounded like Japanese curses as he tried to find the right angle to shove the massive dildo down my throat. Mr. Miller held me tight and jiggled my protruding clit to distract me. I tilted my head back to align my throat and swallowed, but nothing helped. The dildo was too fat. Tears were running down my face as I gagged on the massive black plastic dildo.

Mr. Miller grabbed the dildo from his boss and said, "Give it up. The slut can't swallow your toy. Maybe she'll do better riding it."

The black security manager grabbed a pedestal designed to mount the dildo on any flat surface. The base had a suction cup on the bottom. He attached the dildo and mounted it near the edge of the poker table Carmen and the Rivervale big shots had been sitting around last night.

Mr. Miller bowed slightly to his boss and said, "What do you think? Do you think your men would like to watch our pretty dancer ride this plastic beast? It would help her get warmed up to fuck everyone."

Me. Jiro laughed. "Strip the slut and help her onto the table. We will bet on how long she can ride it before she cums. I promise the winner a week off at the company hunting cabin."

The black security manager shredded my shorts as he ripped them off. I shouldn't have been surprised that my new outfit only lasted fifteen minutes. Mr. Miller quickly lifted me onto the table. I made the mistake of fighting him. He laughed at me and secured my wrists behind my back with one of the manager's silk ties.

Thankfully, Mr. Miller found a tube of lubricant in the drawer where his boss had discovered the dildo. After he greased the vibrator, I was forced to kneel over the dildo. The security manager's strong black hands on my shoulders pressed me down until my shaved pussy lips kissed the mushroom head of the dildo. I fought being impaled until my quivering thighs turned to jello. The pressure on the entrance to my vagina was intense. I screamed when the fat tip popped inside my wet pussy.

Once the resistance was gone, Mr. Miller's strong hands forced my shaking body down until the head of the greased shaft painfully rammed against my cervix. I shrieked. My body jerked around like a hooked fish on the bottom of a boat. The burly black manager cursed and lifted me just enough to take my weight off my cervix. He shielded my body from his companions while I squatted on my haunches gulping for air with my head hanging down. The burly black security manager stepped aside and bowed to his boss once my tears stopped falling.

Mr. Jiro reached between my thighs and switched on the vibrator. I felt the evil device come to life deep in my vagina. When I didn't react, the general manager grabbed my ponytail and lifted my eyes to his. His face was contorted with rage. I shrieked when he slapped my face.

"You danced on the CEO's cock. Now, dance for me, whore. Ride the fucking dildo."

He reached between my thighs again and switched the damn vibrator to high. I groaned in reaction to the intense stimulation, but I found the strength to raise my hips until the head of the big black dildo was close to the entrance of my vagina. I lowered my trembling body slowly and shuddered when the tip dragged across my G-spot. I didn't have the strength to support myself, and I slid down the thick rod until my engorged pussy lips kissed the base. I jerked upward when the tip pressed against my cervix. Somehow, I managed to raise my body again.

Mr. Jiro laughed as he slapped my ass. "Faster, bitch. Fuck your black plastic lover harder. I know you're a horny bitch. Whores like you can't get enough."

I responded to his repeated blows to my ass cheeks by humping the big black dildo faster. The double dose of cocaine that Alberto had shot into my ass was starting to peak, and it magnified my sexual frenzy ten-fold. If the Japanese managers wanted a show, I'd give them the wildest, hottest performance they'd ever seen. What did I care? They were all strangers to me. I'd never seen them across the street at The Pink Pussycat. Tony's place had been too tame for this depraved bunch.