Hell In High Heels --- A Jane Delacroix erotic novel: Sex, Sin, and Slaughter in Southern California

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the bodyguard grunted and pushed his cock all the way in. Beneath him, filled with his erection, Jane realized she was going to come. That fast.
    Every muscle in her body tightened up, clenching hard. Her thighs began quivering and a light sweat broke out across her body. Her head came up in the ecstasy of it and somewhere below her belly, a faucet turned on. Her hands stretched wide against her bindings and her toes curled upward.
    Hot liquid gushed out of her in a pressurized spray of female ejaculate, soaking Boupha. The man made an animal sound and began slamming into her harder. Sen’s eyes grew wide and his hand went to his crotch.
    Suddenly, Boupha yanked his cock free of her dripping pussy and took his naturally lubricated cock and slammed it balls deep up her ass in a single stroke. Jane screamed, the sound baffled against her gag until it reverberated down her throat. Electric jolts of pleasure-pain washed through her with tsunami force.
    Already in, he began fucking away.
    Sensation rushed up her body in pulses from the tips of her fingers and toes and hammered in successive waves through the tender lining of her ass. Tears began streaming down her face, causing her makeup to run in streaks over her cheeks.
    She grunted on each painful thrust, once again endorphins filling her body. On each stroke, she loosened just a bit more, stretched just a little further, as she fought to accommodate his girth.
    “Ugh, ugh, ugh” she grunted, head snapping back and forth.
    She had never felt more alive, more totally submersed in a moment, so free of every other worry. Everything that was not that thick cock fucking her ass faded away. Cold and hot bursts of sensation resonated in palpating waves from her rectum. Her pussy pressed into the table, rubbing back and forth against the unyielding surface, and pressure continued mounting there as well. The faster and harder he ploughed her ass, the faster and harder her clit rubbed against the table.
    She realized with something like stunned rapture, that she had two separate orgasms, on clitoral and one anal, her cunt and ass, building at the same time. Boupha’s strong fingers grasped her aching ass cheeks up near her hips and bit in hard.
    Centered, he slammed into her harder. He pulled his dick out, let her ass close, then slammed it in again. His cock was an iron bar in a velvet sleeve. Each stroke hurt, but the hurt was the engine driving the rushing cyclone of her dual orgasms.
    The building pleasure wave erupted from deep inside, shooting out in tingling currents that engaged the soft lining of the tight canal of her ass. She began bucking against her restraints, and her dripping pussy exploded for a second time in an avalanche of fluid and gratification.
    Boupha snorted and suddenly tensed. She felt him trembling, pressed against her, and then his cum spurted out, splashing inside her. He fell across her stinging back, spent, and lay across her. Beneath him she trembled as the last vestiges of her orgasm dribbled slowly from her body in sweet release.
    Boupha let his dick, going soft, slip out of her ass and then pushed himself to his feet. She felt his sperm dribble out of her ass and heard him buckling his pants.
    "Now, Miss Delacroix," the General said. "I'm going to ask you some questions." He cupped her chin with a sweat slimed hand, forcing her to look up at him. With his other hand he slammed the point of his switchblade into the table next to her face, causing her to flinch.
                   Her makeup ran across her face, leaving streaks of black mascara like Zebra stripes on her face. Clear snot ran down over the ball gag from her crying, and drool hung in delicate strings from her lips.
                   "You've never looked more beautiful," Hun Sen smiled. "That could be a problem for you just now, Miss Delacroix. My other men are also curious about big breasted blondes, and you're the biggest breasted blonde any of them have ever

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