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The AuditionThe AgencyJulie Taylor was not normally a shy girl, nor forthat matter a timid girl in any sense of the word. Atnineteen she had lost her school-girlish outlook onthe world and those about her, as long as she was mix-ing with her own age group.When a perfectly normal, healthy girl as attractiveas Julie looks at an older person…well, she couldn’thelp thinking that anyone over thirty is middle-aged,and over thirty-five they must be well past it!It was perhaps this normal attitude towards olderfolk that made her just a little tremulous now as shewaited in this very luxurious, sweet-smelling apartmentof a certain gentleman of Oriental origin, whom sheknew to be well past his fifties, and in her eyes avery old man.Tse Ling had kept her waiting while he bathed andchanged. It had been through a small theatrical agencythat he part-owned that he had first become aware ofthis pretty girl who now waited for him in his scentedliving room. Julie Taylor had taken part in many amateurtheatricals while she had been in college. When shehad taken a job as a fully trained shorthand typistwith a firm in the West End of London, she had – morefor a joke than anything else – visited the smalloffice of the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, whichhappened to be close to her place of employment. Ifany part-time aspiring actresses were needed, shewould be pleased to do some more acting, not that shewanted it as a full-time occupation but more as ahobby.She had been surprised at the utmost care the womanin the Agency had taken in getting the full details ofthe young lady calling on them, and she had been evenmore surprised when a few weeks later she had a letterfrom the Agency explaining that they were engaging afew young ladies of limited experience, like herself,at a salary that made Julie’s eyes boggle, and if shewas interested she was to present herself at an addressgiven in the letter on Tuesday evening next at seven-thirty.The address was also in the West End, and she hadto meet Tse Ling whom she remembered seeing for just avery few brief moments at the Agency, after she hadbeen interviewed by the woman.A small Oriental man had admitted her into thisexpensively furnished apartment, and now after a fewminutes of waiting, the portly smiling Tse Ling himselfcame into the room, gave her his apologies for keepingher waiting, and bowed low. She saw he was wearing avery ornate silken dressing robe. She thought it oddthat he should have been taking a bath at this time,when her appointment had been arranged. She had beenon time to the dot, she was not early or late, and yethe had not been ready for her.He poured her a drink and started to talk aboutthe impending company that he was getting together.She sipped at her drink. It was strong, rather likea concoction of whiskey and other spirits. She didnot drink much; the drink was positively too strongfor her and she disliked it but feared it might offendhim if she at least drink a little. She tried tocontinue sipping at it. She had heard that Orientalshad strange ideas about hospitality being refused, andwith the chance to get into a theatrical company atthe wage that had been mentioned, the last thing shewanted to do was to upset this important little man.He went through her previous experience; or rather,her lack of experience. She knew he must have allthese details already, but he seemed to be intent ongoing through every minute detail again.She wished she had taken more time with her drink,for now that her glass was empty he hastened to re-fill it. By this time, however, she was beginning toacquire a taste for it, not knowing that it containedan oriental aphrodisiac d**g; and by the time hersecond glass was empty she felt strangely relaxed andhappy.She kept answering his questions, but instead ofsitting upright in her chair and being very attentiveto him all the time, she leaned back more comfortably,quite aware that his slanty little eyes were lookingdown at her legs, which were not being kept so primlytogether as had been the case when she first satopposite to him.Tse Ling was not sitting quite so demurely as be-fore either. For his part he began to sprawl on hischair, his change of position allowing the silken robeto fall open at the front.Her eyes opened wide. She could hardly believeher senses, but the portly Oriental was really nakedbeneath the robe, and not far from her wide staringeyes was a huge glistening yellowish cock.She knew he was watching her as she tried to averther eyes from his naked torso. When at last she lookedup into his beaming face, she felt embarrassed andashamed, but when he placed a hand under his long thickdong, she again looked down at it. She saw him gentlylift the heavy shaft in his palm.His voice was teasingly soft as he said, “YoungMissie likes, eh? You not feel so shy after the littledrink Tse Ling give you eh?”She felt almost hypnotized as he drew her to herfeet, his strong hands on her wrists, pulling her tohim as he also stood up. That long thick manly shaftwas being sandwiched between his naked hairy stomachand her pretty dress.He put his mouth to hers…during the long kissthat followed he insinuated his tongue well into hermouth. She wanted to resist, to make it not quite soeasy for him, but her will power was gone…it seem-ingly had disappeared into that empty spirit glass.Before her lips were released from his, she wasreturning the tonguing and rubbing her tongue-tip alongthe edges of his thick wet gums and at the back of histeeth.His hands were gripping her youthful behind throughher clothing, and the way he was pulling her againsthis naked, hard cock and slowly worming his body fromside to side was making her experience thrills she knewshe should never allow herself with an elderly man, andan Oriental at that…and yet she was getting pleasurefrom his kissing and his touching…a lot of pleasure.When he was sure he had excited hid young playmate,he drew her down into the very large soft square-shapeddivan that stood in the corner of his luxurious apart-ment.She lay still, breathing heavily alongside himlooking up at him with big eyes, as his hands commenceda thorough exploration of her lovely firm body.When he briefly stopped kissing and caressing, hegave words of encouragement to her about what a luckygirl she would be if he decided to let her join thesmall select company he was forming, how much moneyshe would be able to make, how much better off shewould be than with her present salary…what aninteresting wonderful life it would be… And while he spoke and petted her, Julie becamemore dreamy and light-headed, easier to handle, moreeager and happy to do anything to please this strangelittle Oriental man who in some way was developingsuch power over her.It was during a long-drawn-out kiss that she felthim finally place his right palm flat on her belly.His long fingers began to knead her dress, causing thematerial to ride upwards. His fingers increased thepressure, the dress hem rose higher and higher, forminga crumpled ball at her waist within his fist.She saw him looking down at the stretch of whiteflesh that now was exposed above the tops of her nylonhose, and suddenly he eased himself over her body,straddling her thighs and lay forward so that his ballsand prick lay at the junction where her lemon-colorednylon panties covered her blonde bush. With hisfingers he maneuvered the long thick shaft of his cock-flesh so that it lay flat and lengthwise up from herVee to her belly. She looked down at her loins, his thick cock lookedlike a snake resting on top of her panties, the dullyellowy flesh of his Oriental prick making a strangeshading contrast with the bright lemon hue of her silkypanties.The licentious Tse Ling was lying in this style fora purpose. He wanted his young aspiring actress to seeand realize to what depth his cock would be able topierce up into her if it was given the chance. He sawfrom her expression that she certainly understood, thatshe was trying to imagine what it would be like to havethat dong thrust up into her.Julie had no idea before that moment, that man’spenis could be so long, or that it would be capable ofentering a woman to the extent that this long thickdick could delve into her.Tse Ling lay heavily on her firm young body,pressing his mouth against her far from unwilling lips.He pressed hard on the front of her silken body; heknew it would be only seconds before he felt some sortof cunt-response from the young lady.In a very short time, Julie was feeling that urgefrom within herself, she pushed her loins against him,trying to writhe her thighs against his thighs, tryingto get pleasure by pushing her belly to and fro againstthat hard long dick that was like a bar of iron sand-wiched between their legs. She no longer thought ofthe consequences of her actions, she just wanted tosatisfy her d**g induced urges.Then he rolled off her to one side, she saw hisexpression had changed. Instead of a benign sort ofkindly sympathetic expression, his face was set into agrim smile or rather a leer. He flipped her crumpleddress higher above her waist, his eyes seemed to beburning deeply into her own slightly glazed eyes, ashis hands groped between her thighs.For a moment or so, his hot hands caressed thesmooth naked flesh above her nylon-tops, and then theymoved to the bare flesh of her belly immediately abovethe tight elastic waistband of her panties. He started to unbutton the front of her dressbodice, his eyes were still burning into hers, as ifdaring her to blink an eyelid or even dare to think ofresisting his eager hands.For the first time she realized that anotherperson was in the room. Silently and unseen, the littlemanservant who had let her into the apartment had comeinto the room, and now he was bending over her fromabove her head, helping his Master to take her dressright off over her head.It was the little hand of the manservant thatgripped her hands and made her grope down to the heavytesticles and prick of his master. Not that she neededa lot of persuasion. She was like soft putty in theirhands, and the heated emotion of hump-lust within heryoung hard body was making her a willing and eagerplaything for Tse Ling. After all he could do thingsfor her if she pleased him. The thought of his agenever crossed her mind.She thrilled and adored the sensation she experi-enced as she held that huge, throbbing prick in herfingers, and drew the foreskin down in the way themanservant had shown her.Tse Ling had his hands under her knees now, liftingthem, making her raise her knees and at the same timehe levered her legs well apart…what a delicious fuck-provoking sight the pretty young woman made… Thoseshapely legs sheathed in the smoky nylons, the sheerwhiteness of her thighs above the darker reinforcednylon tops, the pale lemon slither of nylon thatcovered her sweet young pussy and the dark navy girdlefrom which stretched the narrow suspender straps thatkept her stockings so perfectly in place and taut.Above the top edge of the girdle where it nipped in ather white belly skin her small but perfectly oval-shaped breasts were just being exposed as themanservant carefully unhooked her bra and removed itfrom her knockers.Tse Ling was pleased to see that although hernipples were certainly not fully aroused, they weredark crimson in color instead of the pale pink thatso many women usually were…this atakum escort was the sign thatshe was ready for a man.The Chinese man knelt close to her allowing her toretain her clasping fingers on his prick and balls,while his manservant busied himself getting the girl’sgarters unfastened and the nylons rolled down to eachtrim ankle. He instructed his man to leave the girdleon, as he liked the contrast of the navy elastic tight-fitting girdle against her pure silky white flesh.He also derived erotic pleasure from watching theyoung girl tremble with anticipation as she fondledhis ever-growing cock and felt the hands of the man-servant at the waistband of her panties.She knew what she was going to happen when herpanties were taken from her, and he was happy to seeno resistance in her lovely face.Her panties were discarded on the floor beside thedivan, she lay with knees raised and thighs well openas both the Orientals gazed at the soft wispy “beard”of dark blonde bush at her pussy. The aphrodisiacd**g had done its work well. Her soft wet pinkishcunt-lips were agape. They throbbed and appeared tobe opening and closing in with her heartbeat.The old Oriental slid his silken robe from hisshoulders. He and his manservant knew what this lovelyyoung girl wanted now at this moment above everythingelse. He saw her writhing and softly moaning as themanservant continued to caress her long shapely legsand when his long talon-like fingers combed through herbush-hair, she almost went insane with frantic effortstrying to lifting her belly to his hands and rotatingher pelvis and thrusting her loins from side to side,as if already she had the hot Oriental cock plunginginto her.Tse Ling stood close to the divan stroking hisprick, which had visibly grown erect even during thelast few moments. He watched the young white girlwrithing under the clever, if wicked, fingering of hislecherous manservant. He knew the little man could usehis fingertips in the most fiendish way on a girl’spratt so as to get them as aroused as was humanlypossible. Her cunt juice was so plentiful that it slop-ped over her puffed cunt-lips and covered the littleman’s fingers down to his knuckles.The elderly Tse Ling now stooped over the writhingfigure of the young woman: he moved his face to herbelly and then moved it lower to her inviting pussy.The fingers of his manservant held her cunt-lipsapart, so that Tse Ling could detect at once with histongue, her swollen clitoris. The thrill he experi-enced while ‘milking’ this white girl’s clit with hislips caused his dick to throb almost to the point oforgasm, his balls were as heavy as lead, full of hot-sperm for this horny white girl’s belly.Tse Ling knew they had the pretty young woman tothe stage where she would do anything to reach satis-faction. She was a mare who needed a stallion…abitch who had to have a mating…Then she was screaming…at first with the startledpain, then with the realization that she was gettingthe hot cock she craved. Tse Ling had mounted her…hewas riding her…it was that massive fleshy prick inher cunt… Her inexperienced but fully aroused bodywas being filled with the hot throbbing flesh of her’stallion’…she was having her mating.The extremely experienced whoremaster, Tse Lingpushed his thick dong of pleasure into his young victimfrom as many angles as the compass has points. The roomfilled with the panting cries of ecstasy, the agonizingsweet feminine cries of pain, mingled with lustfulpleasure, as the girl was given as through a fucking asshe would ever be likely to have again.The cleverly manipulated cock of the old Orientalwas giving her the sheerest ecstasy that any girl couldwish to experience and he was starting her on the roadthat would lead her eventually and in a very short timeto the adoration of cock for cock’s sake. He was forc-ing her to experience and enjoy the complete surrenderof the mind as well as the flesh to the utter blissthat only fucking under his Oriental aphrodisiac wouldprovide for her…he was making her have the hump-experience that would by its very nature force her towant to enjoy it time and time again.To even contemplate visiting the his private apart-ment, the girl must have been comparatively innocent.By the time she left that apartment she would be somuch more world-wise in many ways.Tse Ling liked his girlie acting aspirants to beinnocent, so long as they were healthy and able to bearoused sexually as this young girl had been aroused.As long as they could be made horny and sexy, then hedidn’t mind how innocent, how unsophisticated or howinexperienced they were to begin with…he would shapethem as he wanted them shaped, he would map the pathhe wanted them to follow…he would guide them…pro-cure them…debauch them, and then sell them.The little manservant was keeping a careful watchand count of the times their latest young victim wasbrought to orgasm. He and his Master kept these sortof records to improve their technique with applicationof the aphrodisiac d**g in the drink. They had beenable to almost gauge the amount of the d**g to use tomake a girl reach her peak for a certain number oftimes. During their experiments they had almost killedone young woman in their efforts to d**g her enough tomake her experience twenty orgasms before passing outfrom exhaustion.They never repeated the experiment on such a scale.They had reckoned this Julie Taylor would have aboutfour climaxes in her young belly. She had already hadthree, her loins, thighs and Tse Ling’s balls andstomach were sopping with her cunt-juice and now as theold Oriental quickened the tempo of his fuck to bringhis own crisis to its fulfillment, they saw and heardthe girl gasping and screaming in her lust as herfourth orgasm of the evening was reached and passed.-=*=-A heavily breathing old Tse Ling lay alongsideher… He had drained himself and her as well, andshe wanted to do as he was doing, drift away into adeep sleep, but it was the agitating thin wet lips ofthe manservant on her mouth that was preventing herfrom relaxing. He was hurting her with those thintalon-like fingers of his clawing at her naked breastswhile he kissed her mouth.She could feel his long cock was out from histrouser front, and it was clear now that he too wasgoing to enjoy her. With Tse Ling she had neither thestrength nor the will to resist, she had wanted him todo what he had done to her…now with this littleservant man it was different.She was satiated. She was revolted by the thoughtof the wizened old manservant defiling her body. Shehad the will to resist him, however, but not thestrength. She felt his long horrid cock thrust up intoher saturated and quite sore cunt-hole. She felt hisballs slapping against her crotch, felt him jerkingher with every thrust of his slender but strong bodyand she saw that Tse Ling was lying on his side watch-ing her being fucked by his manservant.Julie was surprised that she was beginning toderive pleasure from this second hump even though atfirst she had tried so hard to prevent the servantfrom doing it to her. He gave her pleasure in the act,even when she tried resistance. A moment after thisrealization the long thin cock of the manservantexploded its load of hot come high up inside her. Shelay still under the scrawny old manservant, feelinghis long cock slither from her abused cunt as it shrankinto liflessness.-=*=-It was two hours later that she was sufficientlyrefreshed to leave the apartment. She had been givenfive hundred dollars as a payment towards her firstsalary from the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, and wastold she would be hearing from the impresario againin the near future, when she would be given moredetails of the venture. It was, he mentioned to herblandly, a touring company, and they had been offeredengagements abroad.Pleased with her money, happy with the excitingprospects before her, not quite so pleased at theknowledge that she had a plentiful supply of Orientalmale sperm in her belly, but happy to think that TseLing would not be accompanying on the tour, Julietrotted off home to pack.-=*=-It had been a distressing afternoon. Since justafter lunch Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had beengoing through the cupboards and drawers and suitcasesin a small furnished room not far from the Earl’s CourtRoad. They were in the room that had, until recently,been occupied by Tina, Susan’s younger sister.When the girl had left home to come up to live inLondon, Susan and Jack had asked her to live with themin their small but comfortable semi-detached house inPurley.But no, the headstrong s*******n-year-old hadwanted her own place, had wanted to be independent,and now after only six weeks she had vanished. It wasthe landlady who had first raised the alarm. She hadtelephoned the Bowings when the youngster didn’t returnto her apartment after three nights. At first shethought the girl might be staying with friends, but bymere chance the sharp-eyed landlady had noticed thegirl when she met her out shopping in the market. Tinahad been hurrying along, anxious not to be seen byanyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. Aslimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on with her.The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that theman had hold of the girl’s arm.Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as theyhad the frantic telephone call from Tina’s landlady.They persuaded her not to report the matter to thepolice, not yet at any rate, they wanted to keep thedisappearance of the girl from the knowledge of hermother and father. If they could not trace her or findher by the end of that week, then the police would haveto be informed. Until then, they would try and get aclue as to where she might have gone.The description the woman gave of the foreign manwith Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that he musthave been Oriental, and when going through some of thediscarded papers and rubbish in Tina’s room they founda torn card on which had been scribbled ‘The Ling-TanTheatrical Agency’ with its address, the couple thoughtthey might have a lead.Pretty young Tina had always had a hankering aftera life of glamour, a life of bright lights that showbusiness might have to offer a young pretty girl. Ifshe had gotten into the wrong type of Agency, if shehad been fool enough to fall for a lot of wild promisesthat some of the vile men who lure young girls put tothem…well…this Ling-Tan Agency might be the rightlead.Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to theoffice of this Agency on her own, Jack knew this wasby far the best way of finding out what sort oforganization was run by this Ling-Tan firm. If it wasthe sort of company that looked for lone girls, itwould be quite useless for a man to try to get any in-formation from them.The only way was for Susan to go along to theoffice, just on the off chance, as it might appear, tosee if they had any suggestions for her, she wouldpretend that she wanted to go on the stage. From thatpoint of introduction she would see which way the catjumped.They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that shecould make out she was a single girl without friendsin London. They wanted to make it easy for the Agencyto lure her if they were that sort of organization. Ifthis approach led nowhere, then plainly it was throughthis Ling-Tan setup that they were going to trace themissing Tina. If, on the other hand, they escort atakum showed greatinterest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic ortheatrical experience, then this might prove as likelyas not an invaluable clue that could lead them toSusan.The wedding ring had to be put on again. It lefta deep impression on the finger when it was removed.This might well be suspicious to an alert-eyed person.”Better say you are a widow, dear,” Jack told hiswife. “They won’t be very interested in you if theyknow you have a husband near at hand.””No, darling, I just can’t say that. I won’t thinkof anything as horrible as losing you,” insisted Susan.”I will say you are abroad on business and you won’t beback for at least a year. That will help to make agood reason why I am alone in London and why I want tojoin a theatrical group, to meet friends and fill up mytime while you’re away. That sounds feasible, doesn’tit? It will make them think I’m going to be an easyhaul for them, won’t it? That, is, of course, ifthey’re the sort of people we think they might be.”-=*=-Tse Ling looked at the young woman seated on thesofa in his private office. His Manageress had beenquite right to have this attractive young woman shownin to his office. She was possibly the type theyneeded.She looked about twenty-two, she was married, henoticed, but after a brief glance down at the sheet ofparticulars his Manageress had provided for him aboutthis applicant, he saw her husband was abroad. Hewould be away from her for at least another twelvemonths.The little Oriental suppressed a smile at this.Just the set-up he liked. A young wife, alone anddepressed, bored and lovely. No wonder she wanted togo find new friends and if possible earn some moneyfor herself by part-time acting.He scanned down the paper. Not very experiencedin acting. Strange in a way she should want to takeit up now. He looked at her more closely. She wasvery attractive, very physically desirable.”Why had she come to his Agency?” he asked her.She explained that she had been too many othersfirst, but they had not been very interested, as shedid not have enough experience to suit them. That was understandable. He put his fears to reston that score. They had all turned her down, eh?It was a good thing Susan Bowing had been preparedfor the question. Jack had told her to say she hadbeen to other agencies. He had given her a few names tomention if necessary.Tse Ling was satisfied with her reply, and did notask for any names. He handed her a cigarette, it was along thin affair, and she did not like it much, but sheobliged him by slowly smoking it while he asked hermore questions. She knew he was making up his mindabout her…she did not want to offend him or appearaloof by refusing his offer of a cigarette. It was oneof his Eastern brands, she supposed. It was sickly-sweet but probably would not do her any harm if shecould get over the strange taste.Tse Ling studied her through his slit-eyes,narrowed to almost being fully closed. She was veryattractive, she had lovely high breasts, well spaced onher lush figure, and those hips, they were perfect,luscious and desirable to grip; she sat so that hecould see her shapely legs. Her tight-fitting skirtjust barley hid her thighs, but he knew they would bedelightful, the lower parts of her limbs curved per-fectly to her calves and down to trim ankles.He knew it was a body that would attract any man…what a fool her husband must be to leave his prettywife alone in London! Well, she had come to the rightplace to be taken care of…but perhaps not in the wayshe expected.She was lonely, the report said, she wanted to meetfriends and thought perhaps a semi-pro theatrical groupmight be the answer. Tse Ling would see she metfriends, plenty of them…but her performances withthem might not come under any particular dramatic art,as seen on the stage at least. The little Orientalsmiled to himself lost in thought…-=*=-For the fourth time, Jack Bowing got out of hiscar and put another coin into the parking meter. Hehad parked a couple of streets away from where theLing-Tan Agency had its office. Susan was to comeround there as soon as the initial interview was over.It was running into the fourth hour since she hadkissed him good-bye and waved as she trotted up theroad. He had expected her to be about half an hour.Surely they would only want to take brief notes atthis first introduction.They hoped to be able to form some opinion aboutthe Ling-Tan Agency from this first visit perhaps,after all, it was a legitimate organization, perhapsSusan could not leave so easily without arousing theirsuspicion, and she was given some sort of audition.Jack got back into the car. He smiled. Funny ifafter all it was a straight firm, and they were givingSusan some sort of an audition when all she wanted tofind out was if they were the sort of firm that wouldstoop to procuring young lonely girls and women.Jack Bowing might not have settled back quite socomplacently in his car had he known the stage atwhich his pretty wife’s ‘audition’ had reached.-=*=-After the first cigarette the Chinese man hadinvited her to join him in smoking what he describedas a really pleasant dreamy leaf, and had taken herthrough into a small cubicle of a room at the back ofhis private office, that was furnished only with asort of wooden bunk affair.The moment the old Oriental settled down beside heron the mattressed bunk, and she began to inhale thelong thin weed he had lit for her, she knew this was amuch more potently strong reefer than the one she hadforced herself to smoke in his office.Susan inhaled deeply. She didn’t know what elseto do. She appreciated the fact that she was in atight corner. She had already formed the opinion thatthis Agency might well be the lead that would give thema clue to Tina’s where-abouts. If the young girl had been brought to this littlesmoking den with the old man just like this, well…who was to know what was to follow.Susan Bowing knew she would just have to wait andfind out. By the time she had sucked less than halfthe long thin weed, she was experiencing a familiarsexual ache deep inside her body. With every drag ofthis sickly-sweet weed, she was literally feeling her-self relaxing and caring less and less about herworries.She didn’t feel like the same person, she was notanxious and worried about her missing sister anymore…she was not in the least concerned about any-thing…or anybody…She was happy, that mattered, and she was driftingon a high cloud. She was inhaling and puffing awayblissfully and was hardly aware that the slit-eyedOriental man with her had gently lifted her with hishands under her armpits and settled her further backtowards the center of the bunk. She was aware, however, that she was seated not ona flat mattress now, but on what could be a most un-comfortable length of wood or rubber that was shaped ina triangle, running lengthwise from the front of herbody between her thighs and away behind her back.She found she derived a tremendous sensual pleasurefrom rubbing herself on that quite sharp edge, shecould press down and feel the edge biting up into herpussy-crevice, her panties preventing the apparatusfrom actually touching her flesh.She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet shedidn’t seem care, as she continued to rub herselfslowly and sensually on the length of the triangle.When the sensation grew more intense between herthighs, she was forgot to inhale on the weed. By thistime the little Oriental man was holding the mouthpieceof a slender long stemmed pipe to her lips. Susan in-haled from this new smoking affair, she felt her headand nostrils fill with the extra sickly-sweet pungentfumes.The old Oriental man had his hands on her hips nowand was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She soondiscovered why…as she bent forward she brought theedge of the triangular ridge against that part of hermoist panties that covered her swelling clitoris. Thesensual awakening in that tiny hardening bud could notbe described…she had never experienced any sort ofsexual feeling quite so accurately before.The Oriental man had one arm around her shouldersand was inducing her to relax, leaning her against him.This she was more than willing to do, provided shecould keep that pleasure-giving ridge between herthighs, and pressed tightly to her increasingly moistcunt. She made not the slightest protest when she felthis hand settle down over her breast.Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massag-ing her breast through her clothing! In her threeyears of married life with Jack, she had been happy inall ways, never had she desired or looked for theattention of any other man, never had she wanted aanother man to touch her! She liked to be admired, ofcourse, all women desire that.Now, in the space of a few minutes, everythingseemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid lookingsquat Oriental man to embrace her, wanted him to fondleher breasts like this. She was relieved when at lasthis hand slipped inside her blouse, the eager cleverfingers were insinuating themselves under the cup ofher bra. Her large firm breast was snuggled into theyellowish palm of his hand, her erect scarlet nipplewas trapped between his fingers as he cupped her breastgently needing. He agitated his palm and fingers untilher nipple was grotesquely hard and stubby, she writhedmore tightly down on that pleasure-giving ridge lyinglengthwise under her. The tingling sensation sheexperienced there was the same as she got when she wasin bed with Jack, and he had spent several long minutesarousing her, getting her ready for their fucking.She tried to bring her thoughts back to reality. She had found out enough about this place to be morethan suspicious of it. She should try to get away now,get back to her waiting husband in the car… thingswere getting out of hand here…she would have to makeher stand now, or it might be too late!As if sensing her sudden brief emotion of fear, orher intention to try and get away, Tse Ling dropped onehand to her waist, he slid his arm around her hips andforced her down harder, so that the ridge of thetriangular shaft drove harder along her wet twat forc-ing her panties to form another lining for her vagina.At the same moment he forced her to lean forward sothat the ridge played on her clitoris again. This timeher hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew inrapid response to the sensation of the ridge againstits head.Tse Ling smiled happily as he saw the young womanclose her eyes, throw her head back, and surrenderherself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that werecoursing through her from.When her belly began to jerk, when her hips beganto roll slowly, when she began to gasp and writhe as ifshe were already in the the process of having inter-course, the wily sensual old Oriental knew that victorywas his…as it was always. Once he got the femalevictim on this ridged mattress in this little opiumden, he always got what he wanted.He quickly had her blouse pulled up under her head,her bra was unhooked, and her beautifully full whitebreasts were joggled into view. His long yellowfingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white fleshof her lush breasts while she masturbated herselflewdly and with wild abandon on that rubber ridge onthe mattress. Her d**g-induced body could do nothingelse.-=*=-Outside her husband still waited, atakum escort bayan not with so muchpatience now, but hoping that when Susan did appear shewould have something worth while to report…-=*=-Through glazed eyes Susan Bowing saw the grinningOriental man bring something into her line of vision,the like of which she had never seen before. It waslike a fat banana on a curved wooden handle, but whenit was held closer to her face she could see it was abeautifully shaped and carved imitation penis.She watched spellbound as the little man carefullyadjusted the bulbous head of the dummy prick betweenher gaping wet cunt-lips.Grasping the wooden handle firmly, he thrust theperfect rubbery substitute-cock up into Susan’s hornyhole. His eyes searched her face to see just how muchshe was going to enjoy this perversion, he wanted tohave some idea just how deep into degradation he mightbe able to pull this delightful white-skinned beauty.Her expression thrilled him. Half-fear, halfexcitement, she lay waiting for him to thrust morerubber cock into her. The way her slippery dull pinkcunt-lips clutched at the prick of rubber told himjust how hungry she was for a man. He wouldn’t wastesuch lust on an unfeeling rubber shaft…he would fuckthis one himself!When the old man stopped thrusting the fake-cockin and out of her, Susan tried to reach down and claspthe wooden handle. When she felt him withdrawing thehead of the rubber prick from her cunt-entrance, shealmost swooned with disappointment. Then her heartbeatquickened with eager anticipation when she heard himsay, “I’m going to fuck you myself, my dear. That’swhat you want, isn’t it?”Before he had thrust that teasing, tantalizingrubber prick into her, she would have been able tofight the terrible urge to let him do what he liked toher. But now she was obsessed with the need to havesome sort of release.It was so silly, she told herself, and she had herhusband to take care of her needs. Down in the carnot so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why wasshe being so wickedly tempted into letting this horridOriental man do to her what only her husband should do,what she only wanted her husband to do.Whatever resolve she was trying to build, whateversummoning up of will power she was attempting, instant-ly dissipated when she felt herself turned over and hotlips kissed and caressed her naked ass-cheeks. TheOriental man was giving her wicked little love bitesall over her ass and now his fingers were pulling hercheeks well apart, and he was tracing that wet tongueof his all along her ass crevice. In some weird lust-inducing way he was tugging at her anus itself. Heseemed to be stretching the tight ring by pulling theflesh nearby with his thumbs, and then the horridlittle man was poking and pushing his finger at thetight entrance until it slid inside the muscles of thering of flesh. She found she was pushing her pussyharder onto that raised ridge while the finger workedto and fro in her tight female rectum.More out of idle curiosity than any preconceivedplan, Tse Ling reached down the side of the sofa withhis free hand to where she had put her handbag. Heopened it and idly thumbed through the contents. Allthe while keeping his plaything gasping for breath ashe continued to manipulate her closer and closer tolosing control.There were several photographs in her bag, he drewthem out to look at them better…He froze, she felthis fingers withdraw from her bottom. She lookedaround and saw that he was looking at the photo of hermissing sister Tina. The one she always carried in herbag.The look on the Oriental man’s face told her thatthis was the man who knew all about Tina’s suddendisappearance…this was the track that could lead toher being found. She drew back in fear when she saw thelook of extreme anger and cruelty in the fiendish eyes.Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this attrac-tive young woman. He did not like to be taken for afool. He had to find out what this young woman was upto. It would be dangerous to let her find out too muchabout him and his Agency. He had to find out why shehad this photo of a young girl whom he had recentlysold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusivebrothels in the South of France.He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan’sstretched and aching asshole. He was not intent ongiving her any pleasure now…only pain. He worked hisfingers into her to their knuckle.”Who is this girl?” he snapped, holding the printin front of her face.She did not answer at once, and then she screamedas his fingers began to open and twist deep inside herhot aching bottom.”She’s…she’s my…sister,” she gasped. “Myhusband and I are trying to find her.””Your husband?” Tse Ling was on his guard evenmore. “You said he was he was abroad.””He’s…he’s not. He’s waiting for me in his caroutside. Not far away…” she mumbled, hoping thatthe revelation that Jack was near would make thishorrid cruel man ease up on her. She thought she was clever, he was already takinghis fingers out of her asshole. He was afraid, perhapshe would have to let her go now…but he was notletting her get up, instead he was clambering on herback….she felt not his fingers but his rigid prickat the entrance to her asshole.”You bitch…you filthy white lying bitch,” sheheard him muttering. “I’ll give you something you’llnever forget, white bitch.”She suddenly felt the weight of the man’s bodyalong her back, a dull aching pressure being appliedto her tight anus, she felt his hands fumbling betweenhis body and her ass, she knew what he was going to doand knew with certainty that she could not do anythingto stop this awful **** of her body.For several seconds she felt him probing andshifting his position slightly on her raised backsideand then when she sensed that he had gained the rightline of direction, she tensed herself for the pain sheknew was to follow. Susan was surprised when instead of her asshole,she felt the old Oriental man jamb his cock deeplyinto her cunt from behind. He thrust away at her wetopening and quickly brought her d**g induced body tothe edge of orgasm. On hands and knees the young wife trembled as sheexperienced her first opium laced orgasm, as theOriental man thrust savagely, grunting each time heslammed to the hilt into his lush young victims drip-ping cunt.Soon the old man was grunting and groaning as hereleased his spurting come deeply inside of the youngwife he had d**gged. As his final spasm finished hefell forward taking her supple young body down underhim.-=*=-It was a pity, he told himself, that he could notafford to take the risk of keeping her with him andhaving a constant sweetly satisfying use of her lushbody. He would have to get rid of her husband, andshe would have to be sold in the same way that hersister had departed, only much more quickly. Tse Ling did not want to keep this white piece ofass in his establishment a minute longer than wasnecessary. He was not sure if she and her husband hadtold anyone else of their suspicions of the Agency.One more indication that he was under any sort ofsuspicion and he would have to close up the Agency andstart again under a new and different guise. If indeedhe could get away with it this time, after his luck hadheld on so many occasions.-=*=-Jack Bowing was about to get out of the car andfeed the parking meter yet again when a grinning slant-eyed man knocked on the car door.”Please…you Mister bro-wing…wait for wife, yes?You come with me please…wife want you…send me foryou…come quickly…please.”The singsong voice was persuasive, not commanding.Jack knew that if Susan was sending for him somethingmust be wrong. He quickly walked along, with thelittle Oriental at his side. He was suspicious and yethe had to go and find out what was happening. Afterall this waiting, he was pleased to have a chance tohave some action. He was not so pleased when, as soon as he steppedthrough the swing doors of the outer office of theAgency he was grabbed by two strong yellow-skinnedlittle men who made up for their lack of stature by theclever way in which they applied crucial arm-holds onhim. With both arms held painfully to his back, he wasescorted from the main office along a corridor towardsthe rear of the premises. For a brief moment theypaused at the half open door of the room in which TseLing was, and found himself hypnotized into stupefiedtautness at what he saw…His lovely wife was on all fours like an a****l,the b**stly little hairy yellow-fleshed old man was onher back like a dog with a bitch. The thick penis wasburied in Susan’s cunt from behind, but what made Jakeall the more horrified was the way in which his wifewas urging on the fiendish Oriental who was clamped toher buttocks. She had reached under her open thighsand was cradling the long drooping ball-sac of the manin her palm.From her contorting mouth came an obscene chant.”Do it harder…fuck me harder…ohraaurghA…please…harder and dig it deeper into me…ooraaugH!”Jack realized his wife must be d**gged to be be-having like that, and yet, even so, to see one’s lovingand devoted wife pleading with a wretched disgustingold man to do it harder to her while his thick cock wasfrigging up her cunt, was enough to send any man outof his mind.Tse Ling grabbed her hair and jerked her faceupwards so that she was forced to look towards thedoor where her husband was being held by the two men.Tse Ling had his other hand round and under her loins,the long fingers frigging at her until she knew shewould die if she was not given the sweet much-neededrelease of her orgasm – husband or no husband watchingher, she had to get the gratification every fiber inher d**gged body was screaming out for.A demented Jack Bowing watched as his wife twistedand jerked as the evil Chinese man tried to screw herdown on to those lust-provoking fingers that werefrigging her towards either madness or her much neededorgasm. Susan was crying out the filthiest words Jackhad ever heard a anyone use. She was being milked ofher cunt-juice and at the same time the jerking prickof the man was sending its hot wet scum deep into herbelly.Tse Ling looked up in amazement. Just behind thelithe Orientals who were holding the heaving, sobbingJack Bowing were two of the largest London policemenhe had ever seen.Lost for words for once, Tse Ling rose up, detach-ing himself gradually from Susan who screamed thefoulest abuse at him, at them and at everybody else…She lay there limp and exhausted, while the Chinese menreleased her husband who ran over to try to assist her,at least to clean her up, or to bring her round to somestate of normality.The policemen, taking in the situation, were quickto arrest Tse Ling. They telephoned for reinforcementsand took away all the employees of the Ling-Tan Agency.Speedily seeing the chances of promotion in theiralacrity at unmasking one of the wiliest brothel supplyrackets in the country, long sought by the English andContinental police, the larger of the policemen care-fully tore up the piece of paper he had in his pocket.It would never do if anyone knew that theirsuspicions had not been aroused by anything Tse Linghad done. They had followed Jack Bowing into thebuilding to present him with a ticket for having fedthe meter five times and being still parked in thesame position!EpilogueIt was too late for Tina, or for Julie for thatmatter. They had disappeared and No one at the Ling-Tan Agency was going to admit anything. Let us hopethat their lives wont be to burdensome, and that theywill derive some enjoyment in their situation.-=THE END=-~smiles~ If enjoyed, please “like” it. xx

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