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Trevor hungrily watched the students begin to file in with Nikki and Edward in the front of the room laying down on the bed kissing passionately ignoring everyone as they came into the room. Student after student looked towards the bed with curiosity and surprise as Trevor smiled at them and asked them to take a seat in the auditorium. Other students came in that were not in his 101 class each glancing around and sharing knowing lustful looks that intrigued the passersby. Several had noticeable erections and there was some shifting and giggling as the girls noticed and pointed it out to other students.



Trevor with a pile of papers and some out of place people dressed professionally looking slightly uncomfortable said loudly “Please take your seats we have some documents to read, tests to take for participants, and I’d like to get started I’m horny and my cock is hard.”



He reached down to show the room his cock taking it out of his pants and letting his students get a good look. He was watching Kristy intently making eye contact. She shifted in her seat blushing while glancing back and forth at him, his cock, the students on the bed, and the boys with noticeable erections around her. Trevor glanced down at her tits and noticed the heaving breaths she took as she became aroused, scared, and he began to truly enjoy his seminar he wanted her breasts in his mouth but knew he must wait. She had to feel comfortable and accepting or she would get scared and walk out.



Trevor started the course in a brisk husky voice, “Welcome to my Introduction to Role Play Erotica Seminar.”



Several students hooted, whistled, and clapped in appreciation (the returning students). His 101 students looked around the room some looking curious, some fearful, a few embarrassed. None left the room.



Trevor continued, “I have prepared some legal documents to protect the participants today from malicious gossip, societal pressure associated with group sex, and to keep participation confidential. What happens in this classroom stays in this classroom or their will be punitive damages awarded by significant monetary compensation to everyone attending. I have a notary present making sure your signatures are documented and legally binding. Included are some seminar guidelines including free STD testing which is required for participation. I have medical release authorization forms for anyone needing to confirm their birth control methods. My seminars are safe, free from unwanted pregnancies, and confidential. What happens in 101 stays in 101.”



Again, clapping and hooting from the returning students. Eric was smiling from the front of the room and lifted his shirt then pulled it off over his head while staring at the twins. Deborah was scrambling to get up and out the door but her sister was whispering under her breath.



Some of the students heard her say, “I’m staying whether you do or not and I need you here, I want you here, please stay.” Teva was pleading desperately with her hand on Deborah’s arm.



Eric had seen Deborah stare at him lustfully a few times before and he headed up the stairs towards the girls after seeing Deborah scrambling to get away and her sister holding her back. Deborah noticed him and turned crimson.



Eric looked into her eyes and asked, “May I kiss you? I want you to stay.”



The athletic Italian designer shirt guy stood up and walked forward whispering, “You are so beautiful we all want you to stay.”



Deborah looked back and forth between the two. These guys were stallions, hot as hell, both ripped, and dressed well. She stepped into Eric’s arms and let him kiss her. The other student slipping behind her to brush his lips against the nape of her neck. When Eric was through Jack gently turned her head into his kiss.



Trevor amused by the scene unfolding and at how great Deborah’s tits looked in her clothes as these two young studs took turns convincing her to stay said, “ok if you’ve had sex and haven’t been tested where we can confirm please line up. We have a nurse here to escort people to the planned parenthood van which has signed a confidentially agreement with the school, well actually with me specifically, agreeing to keep our students safe and prevent unwanted pregnancies”.



The testing and legal signings took a few hours but Trevor knew this was a liability issue that could potentially ruin his life so he took every precaution. The trouble it took was well worth it for the uninhibited free play that kept his cock hard and his eyes rested on Kristy. He looked at her reading the confidentiality agreement and smiled as she lifted her pen, looking down at his cock then glancing at his face, blushed, and quickly signed. He was throbbing. Going last today was going to be painful. He wanted to take her now. He nodded at Edward and Nikki and they began seducing the class with their well rehearsed audience fuck fest.



Edward stopped kissing Nikki, pulled her across the bed gently, and then helped her off the bed. They both stood facing the class. She looked shyly from face to face turning red. She’d never imagined she would be standing in front of the room letting Edward undress her in front of a class. Oh God what if they got turned off because of her tummy roll. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably nervous.



Eric was gazing lustfully at them next to Deborah and Teva. He was smiling in anticipation. Resting a hand against Deborah’s leg he stroked her hair with his other hand leaning into her.



Nikki felt more confident as Edward nibbled on her neck and unclasped her bra. Her huge tits cascaded out from their constraints plump and firm. He massaged her nipple until it was as hard as an eraser from behind and began pulling her skirt down to the floor letting it fall stepping her out of it. She had on some sexy panties but he wanted her completely naked so he pulled these down slowly making eye contact with some of the other girls knowing they would be wet.



Unbuttoning his pants, he let them fall to the floor where he kicked them aside. His rock hard cock was touching Nikki, he had her leaned back against his body pulling his cock between her legs, and rubbing it against her clit. He put the head of his cock inside her feeling her wetness surround him before pulling out and rubbing her clit again and again plunging a little into her before pulling out and doing this again and again.



Nikki was half crazed wanting to be fucked so bad he could feel it building. He walked her back both facing the class towards the bed. Edward sat down first and guided Nikki onto his cock where he guided himself deeply inside her.



Nikki let out a noticeable groan, “Oh oh, oh God”. She looked around at all the eyes on her. All the expressive faces knowing Edward was buried in her pussy, she was completely naked facing an entire classroom full of people, and she had his cock buried as deep as it would go.



Edward was rocking into her while she rode him facing the class. She moved her hips and grind-ed on his cock as he wrapped his arms around her so he could get his hands on her nipples and massage and twist her tits while she rode him hard. Edward buried his face in her hair kissing the nape of her neck while he nibbled on her ear as she rode him.



Nikki was looking around at a college auditorium completely filled with students. She was fucking her boyfriend while facing them, her tits exposed. This was really happening. She was naked. The class wasn’t revolted they were turned on and looking at them lustfully. Her weight didn’t matter. The fact that Edward was being so willingly fucked by her in front of them excited them. She wanted to change her position and let Edward lead. So she got off his cock and lay on her side facing the class lifting her leg for Edward to slide into her from behind.



Edward grabbed her leg and held it up for a good angle and pounded into her from behind. He really wanted to fuck her in the ass but would save it. He nibbled on her ear feeling the heat and momentum build when she started quivering.



“Oh, oh I’m about to …….” She started to shake and groan huskily.



Edward slipped out of her, then poured some lubricant he had laying the bed onto his cock, and plunged into her ass while he finger fucked her. He guided her hands into her pussy with his so they could both manipulate her cunt as she got fucked in the ass. She wasn’t expecting this. She was stunned she rarely let him fuck her in the ass and he didn’t ask her now. She was so close and their fingers felt so good writhing together inside her cunt and rubbing against her clit with his cock in her ass filling her. The pure shock of it all brought her over the edge. He was fucking her in the ass in front of everyone.



The shock of it also turned him on so much he almost didn’t make it out of her ass but he wanted everyone to see him blow his load all over her.



“Oh fuck yah, your ass feels so hot Nikki I love having all these hot girls seeing me fuck you in the ass before I fuck some of them.”



He pulled his cock out with his hand guiding it towards her as the warm wet release hit her tits and covered both breasts facing her towards their audience. “I can’t wait to fuck another girl in front of this sexy bitch like she fucked her teacher in front of me.”



The students hooted, clapped, and cheered. Nikki was surprised. Edward was still jealous and wanting to fuck another girl in front of her. The idea of this turned her on and she gazed around wondering who the girl would be. She lay there naked contemplative looking at Kristy. Kristy was gazing at her and her body. Nikki wanted to walk up to her and lick her pussy knowing she would be wet and probably tasting innocent and sweet but didn’t know how she would feel or react she was jealous of the plans Trevor had for her.



Trevor stood up, “Thank you for starting us off with a bang, he looked pointedly towards Teva and Deborah, now who wants to see the twins get fucked?”

I’m a curious guy by nature. I like to find the answers to questions that start “what happens if I…?” And that is how I ended up downstairs in room one of the Family Sauna on my knees with my ass facing the wide open doorway, a pile of condoms and a bottle of lube next to my left knee, and a large pink butt plug sticking out of my ass.



I’d posted the following on the cruise page for the Sauna: “White male chub will be at the Sauna the afternoon of the 27th by 1:00. I’ll be in room one with a butt plug in my ass. Come on in, put on a condom, lube up, pull the plug, and fuck me. No need to engage in conversation. Just fuck. When you are done, put the plug back in. Get it up again? Feel free to have another go. I’ll be there until 4. If there’s more than one guy in the room, I’ll be happy to suck one while the other uses my ass. I have a nice, tight, ass and you won’t be sorry if you decide to fuck it.”



I remember how scared I felt after I’d clicked the button to make this post “live” on the site. I also posted the same message to the bulletin board for my community and on Craig’s List. WTF was I thinking? I guess I’d find out. My biggest fear was that I’d be there all afternoon and no one would take me up on my offer. That would be completely humiliating. It was, based on my experience of the place, a distinct possibility. Some days the action is scarce and the only guys there are meeting other guys by appointment. Personally I’d long ago resolved not to go there without a specific appointment myself. Well, I’d just have to see.



I got there just before one, paid my fee, tipped the cashier, got my towels and locker key and headed down stairs. I stripped, showered, and made a quick survey — there were a couple of older guys sitting in the TV room watching gay porn and surreptitiously stroking their cocks. Two guys taking steam. A couple in room five in a sixty-nine. One guy in the other TV room watching the National Geographic channel. Several guys with towels around their waists wandering the halls. It was time. Room one was unoccupied as I stepped into its semi-darkness. Placing the box of condoms I’d brought next to a bottle of lube on the bed, I prepared. Moments later I was on my knees on the bed, my plugged ass facing the door. My cock was throbbing. A steady stream of precum dripped onto the towel I’d placed under me. A combination of terror and lust made the blood pound in my ears. I was nervous as a virgin at a prison rodeo. I don’t wear a watch and I don’t take my phone with me when I go to the Family Sauna. I had no idea how to gauge the time I spent waiting on my knees. What if no one showed up or walked into the room? What if guys just stood in the doorway and chuckled — “look at the cock pig with the pink plug in his ass.” Had I been there half an hour or only moments? Several times I heard low voices in the hall and the sound of footsteps going past, pausing as the Sauna’s denizens checked me out. So far no takers. I was on edge. I hadn’t touched my cock but I felt like I was already on the verge of an orgasm.



More sounds of bare feet on the bare floor. Steps halted. Sounded like two guys. The only light in room one is that which comes in from the hall. I knew someone was there because the light changed. I sensed them step into the room. A low voice murmured “you take him first while he sucks me.” I nearly fainted with relief. I think I must have let out a small moan because I heard the guys chuckle. I heard the rustle of a condom package being torn open; felt the bed shift as someone crawled up in front of me; felt a cock brush my lips; opened my mouth and took it in; hands on my head guiding me; an average cock — not big enough to be uncomfortable to suck — was soon sawing in and out of my mouth; I smelled the scent of freshly washed man — the musk was there but with overtones of the organic soap they keep in the shower here; more rustling noises; hand on my ass; I felt the plug moving as he teased me with it, gently fucking me a bit before slowly pulling it out. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks. He put his hand on my back to steady himself and then I felt the tip of his cock at my slightly gaping hole. I heard his sigh of pleasure and moaned around the dick in my mouth as I felt a cock slowly slide into me. This guy had big hanging balls and I felt them against my own scrotum as he hilted himself. Two hands on my hips and he went to work, sawing in and out. I was spit roasted for the first time in my life. Bliss! No one spoke. We grunted with pleasure. My cock bobbed and jerked as the two men got into a push-me-pull-you rhythm.



I sensed more guys enter the room. Someone reached under my belly and began playing with my cock. I nearly came on the spot. I was doing my best to give the guy in front of me a good no hands blow job. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth; I just wanted to keep him hard so he could be next in my ass. The guy fucking my ass knew what he was doing and his cock banged my prostate on every stroke sending waves of pleasure across my entire nervous system. More cock stroking and someone was playing with my nipples. The guy in my ass picked up the pace, grunting with effort. Suddenly he grabbed my ass tight and slammed all the way in. I felt his dick jerk inside me and I squeezed my ass muscles for all I was worth, milking him, as he groaned through an orgasm.



“Yeah, man, that’s the way,” the guy in my mouth said in a low voice, “I’m next.” The guy in my ass pulled out, leaving me empty for a bit. Then I was filled fore and aft once more. The cycle repeated for a while — must have had four or five guys take me before what I later thought of as “the big event.” I was sucking a guy while my ass was fucked and the guy in my ass came and withdrew. The guy in my mouth pulled out and was quickly replaced by another guy — this one had a huge dick and I was soon gagging on it until I adjusted. And then my ass was filled again. Even with a condom on, it didn’t take him long to blow his load; guess all that sucking while he watched his buddy bang me must have gotten him to the edge.



“Awwww…fuck!” he cried as his balls emptied themselves into the rubber.



I don’t know how many guys were in the room now. At least three or four. I didn’t care. I had a cock in my mouth and one in my ass and that was what mattered to me. The big dick in my mouth disappeared and another took its place. I trembled in anticipation. I knew I was about to take the biggest cock I’d ever had in my ass. It had felt like about 8 to 10 inches when I was sucking it — I hadn’t managed to get more than half of it in my mouth.



“You ready for this,” a voice from behind me asked, rhetorically.



And then I felt it. A massive erection was slowly, very slowly, pushing into my already pretty well used ass. It was a good thing I’d had the plug followed by two reasonably sized guys before guy three got to me or I never would have been able to take it. Pure pleasure with a little discomfort thrown in — his cock moved slowly inside me taking forever to get all the way inside. I pushed back with my hips.



“Slow down partner,” he murmured, “don’t be greedy.”



He had his hands on my hips and he held me in place while he worked inch after inch of that big dick into my bowels. I used to have an 8 inch dildo that I played with. Never got more than six inches of it inside of me because I was afraid of losing it and having to explain to someone in the ER why I had a large chunk of silicon shoved up my ass. I was groaning continually now around the dick in my mouth as I felt the inexorable progress of guy number three as he pushed himself into me. It seemed to take forever for him to get balls deep, but he eventually did. He flexed his cock. I wanted to scream with pleasure.



Someone slid under me on the bed and I was in a sixty nine with a cock in my face and my own being taken to the balls in a hungry mouth. I was nearly there and mister big dick hadn’t even started fucking me yet. Some guys will just jump on and rabbit, hammering away until they blow a load. I don’t care much for that. I prefer a guy who will take his time. This guy was one of those.



“You like that big cock in your ass,” he said as he began to pull back. I moaned in response. He laughed. “Ever have one this big before? Bet you haven’t. When I’m done you’ll have trouble keeping that butt plug in your ass, pig.”



I whimpered. I didn’t know whether to scream, cum, run out of the room crying for my mother, or what. I was a hot mess. The mouth on my dick was sucking me for all it was worth. I knew that my orgasm was about to present its invoice for payment. The moment of no return was fast approaching. I hoped the guy under me was really hungry because I hadn’t cum for five days (on purpose) and had a big load saved up. But I didn’t want to cum yet. I pulled my cock out of the hungry, sucking, mouth beneath me and focused on the cock in my own mouth. His hips were pumping and my nose was buried in his balls on every down stroke. The combination of the cock in my ass and the one in my mouth was almost more stimulation than I could handle. Precum continued to leak from my cock and the guy under me was licking it up as fast as it collected.



I love edging and this was heaven. I had a gigantic dick in my ass and it was pushing my prostate around just right. If that guy under me took my cock in his mouth one more time I was going to lose it. He seemed to sense what I wanted though and just licked the tip when a drop of fluid appeared helping keep me on the edge of an orgasm without pushing me over it. His licking stopped though when his own climax began to loom. I felt the change as his hip movements became more pronounced along with his verbalizations.



“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Get ready!” he groaned. I grabbed his hips and pulled his dick into my mouth as far as I could get it just in time for his first blast of thick, ropey, cum to explode into my throat. Fortunately I had taken a nice deep breath just a moment earlier because I was busy swallowing for the next twenty seconds or so. It was one of the biggest loads I’ve ever swallowed and I very nearly gagged on the volume. I kept sucking until he pulled out of my mouth. He lay there panting under me, watching my ass get ploughed — what a sight that must have been.



That big cock was really banging me now. I was being well and truly fucked. He was grunting with exertion on every stroke slamming his big unit in to the balls. The guy under me must have started doing something back there as well because I heard Mr. Big Dick gasp suddenly and then slam all the way in and hold my hips against him.



“Aaaahhhhhhhhh,” he sighed as he filled a condom with his frothy tribute.



I felt his cock jerk and then he was fucking me again, hard, and I was squeezing him as well as I could. The guy beneath me sheathed my cock in his mouth again and the combination sent me into orbit. I came. And came. And came. Each stroke of that big hammer in my ass sent another wave of jizz from my balls into the throat of that lucky fellow under me. I’ll give him his due though — he swallowed it all. I don’t know how much time passed but I suddenly found myself alone in the room, at least for the moment. The plug was back in my ass but I wasn’t on my knees any longer. I had collapsed in a heap on the bed, spent for the moment, and feeling a warm lassitude wash over me. My asshole was sore but I felt wonderful.



I was laying on my side, half my body bathed in the hallway light. My ass was still pointed at the doorway. There were still people in the room. I heard someone being sucked.



“I’m gonna try him now,” one said, and I felt the bed move as someone got on it with me. The plug was removed and I felt a body next to mine followed by the sensation of a cock seeking my hole. I reached down and gripped the condom covered dick and guided it to my back door. It slid in easily but I clamped down as best I could so as to give my penetrator as much pleasure as possible.



“Damn, he’s still tight,” I heard him say.



This guy was hung too. Not as well-endowed as the fellow before him, but substantial none the less. I like spoon position fucking. It’s not as physically demanding for the one being fucked. I was comfortable, riding a fog of endorphins and residual lust. Often times after a major climax I will be totally uninterested in sex for several hours. That was not the case here. If anything I was even more horny than I had been when I stepped out of the shower who knows how long ago now.



The bed shifted again and I sensed a cock meant for my mouth, which I opened. Soon I was sucking happily away. Someone got between my legs and was licking my balls. I moaned. This made the guys laugh.



“Moan little piggy,” someone said, laughing.



My ass-fucker picked up the pace and was soon dumping his load, his cock jerking and throbbing in my ass as I squeezed for all I was worth once more. The guy in my mouth came seconds later and I swallowed his load. I once more found both my ass and mouth empty. The butt plug had been forgotten. I didn’t care. I rested a while and then collected the empty condom wrappers and used condoms and disposed of them. I took my plug into the shower with me and cleaned it with soap and hot water before showering myself. My asshole would be tender for days, but I didn’t care. I was glowing with satisfaction and knew that I would have a story to relive during those solo forays I would make in the coming days.



It was about 4:30 when I emerged into the darkness of a late December evening and made my way to my car. I was smiling. I was happy. I hoped that the guys I’d serviced that afternoon were too.

Hi everyone! Thanks for all of the nice comments you sent me from reading my first two French stories and emailing me asking for photos. I love showing off my naughtiness. From the last part of my sex vacation let’s begin where I left off. You know, me leaving for the tour of France in this white minivan.



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I finished packing and put on my ankle length, pink, sleeveless dress without a bra and a white thong. I threw one large suitcase, my large bag/purse in the van and got in. As I was sitting putting my seat belt on, Maurice looked at with a devious grin and said, “Oh I see you are all prepared for a little fun. You look so hot Kathryn. I can’t wait to see you in action.” He instantly reached for my protruding nipple and gently rubbed one.



I smiled, put on hand on his shoulder and excitedly exclaimed, “Oh yes Maurice! I can’t wait to get started touring the sites of France. You told me it would be an unforgettable trip and I’m really looking forward to seeing your country. I going to love Nice and lying on the beach.”



He laughed and kissed my cheek, started the van, and off we went. As we drove, he told me it was a long drive to Nice, so we would be stopping for the night in Lyon. He said it was a nice clean commercial town and the perfect place to try out the van. I was a little puzzled by his comment, but being from the US all I thought about was camping. Boy was I wrong. I replied that it sounded like fun. I guess he liked the answer, because he laughed and told me that I would definitely have lots of fun in the van tonight.



We finally made Lyon after a four plus hour drive. As we drove around the place looking for parking, we went down Du Soleil Street. I noticed a lot of vans parked along both sides of the street. As we slowly drove, I saw some skimpy glad women leaning on their vans. One van was moving up and down, like they were having sex. It should have worried me, but then we drove into the city. He said we should get something to eat before we park for the night.



We found a parking spot, got out and walked around town looking at the sites. Maurice even took a few photos of me. One museum had a toilet and I was happy to find it. We continued our stroll around this nice clean town, making me feel like a tourist taking in all of the sites. Then we walked to the older part of town with cobble stone roads and found a restaurant called Cafe Sole. The food was very tasty and I guess I was hungry. It was already 3 pm and I only had coffee and a few croissants to eat all day.



As I finished my supper, I noticed Maurice talking to the owner for a long time. When he came back, he said, “Well Kathryn I found out the scoop. Where all those vans are parked is where we have to go for the night. But right now Pedro wants to have some fun with you. He loves how you look. So take your time eating and afterwards Pedro is going to take you to a back room to enjoy you. Okay!”



Oh my! I forgot all about that part of the plan. All I could do was to smile and agree. I kept thinking I was just on vacation and ignored that I had to pay for it with my body. After I finished my meal and had another needed glass of wine, I went to find Pedro. He was just coming out of the kitchen and saw me. He wasn’t a big man or old and didn’t speak very good English, but I did understand the words Tres Bella (meaning very beautiful). Taking my hand he took me back to a dirty storage area. He threw a blanket on the floor and said he was sorry for the place. Then he dragged me down on top of it and began kissing me. He wasn’t bad looking but did smell like he needed deodorant.



His hands roamed my body and I was becoming aroused. My dress was unzipped and pulled over my head. I sat on my ass with just my white thong and shoes on. Those didn’t stay on long either. I sat up to help him undress, but it wasn’t necessary. He had his clothes off very quickly. So I grabbed his cock and looked into his eyes. With him kneeling in front of me, I saw his lusty expression. As I rubbed his manhood, he took both his hands put them on my knees and spread my legs apart. Smiling, he said something about how lovely I looked. Touching my pussy, it was already wet with anticipation. As I stroked his small cock that was now rock hard, he began exhaling with elation. Suddenly he said something in French, pushed me on my back and began pushing his cock into my very wet opening. I guess I wanted it too, because it felt so good going into me. “Oh yes, fuck me Pedro,” I screamed.



He pushed my legs up the side of my body and drove his throbbing tool into my wet wanting slit. Slowly at first, but then he went faster and faster. I was moving my hips rapidly with his thrusting, enjoying his cock ramming in and out of me. I loudly moan in ecstasy as he ravished for what seem like a very long time. Soon he began to grunt and I felt his warm semen erupting inside me. When he finished plastering my love canal with bodily fluids, he fell on top of me, making it hard to breathe. Making a guy cum, has always given me pleasure. So being delighted with myself, I wanted him again, but I had to push him off me first. Quickly I gasped for air. As I was catching my breath, his handing work began spilling out of me; he told me that I was a very good vulgaire. I looked it up when I got home and it’s French for prostitute.



Anyway, he threw me a towel and I wiped his cum off me and disappointed, I got dressed. Maurice was waiting for me and we left. As we walked the many blocks back to the van, he told me that I did a super job and we got a free meal. But now I guess I was going to Hooker Street and solicit guys to have sex with me in the van. Pedro told me that is what Maurice had planned. So now I know what he meant, when he told me I was going to have lot of fun in the van tonight.



By the time we got back to Du Soleil Street, it was pretty much parked up. So we had to park off the street in the trees but in front of the others vans that were also off the street. We were a little more isolated. It was a hot day and a warm night, so Maurice took his folding chair and sat it up outside the van in the trees. He could see what was happening, but out of the way. He told me that I had to solicit customers and couldn’t stop until I had 5 guys or make over the 1000 euros a night goal. Giving me a bag, he told me to get dressed with the outfit in it. I looked in and pulled out this white cotton top and a very short tight fitting, orange yellow white and slate, patterned skirt. I went in the back and put it on. The top tightly hung below my boobs, with my stomach exposed and nipples protruding from under the thin cotton material. The skirt was a hip hugger and hung below my waist with the length barely covering my ass. A lot of me was exposed and it was easy access for sex. I wouldn’t have to take anything off. When I came out, we opened the back doors and he told me to sit there.



I was very nervous and didn’t know what to do. My anxiety was taking over, because I’ve never done any street sex solicitation before. So he told me what he wanted to see. I was to flirt with any guys walking by or cars stopping. My fee was 300 euros for one pop and 50 euros for each additional pop. I assumed a pop meant making a guy come. So we both took up our spots and I waited.



Guys kept walking by and I tried to get their attention. Some stopped, but told me I wanted too much. I walked over to a few cars and they moved on to another van for the same reason. I was surprised that no one took me up on my offer and was feeling rejected. I mean I thought I was pretty and offering my body up would be easy, but no one wanted me. I questioned, what was wrong with me? It was a few hours of being snubbed, when three guys walked by. I said hi and they came over and asked if I spoke English. I said I did. Then we chatted for a while. The two English guys wanted to do me, but the French guy said I was too expensive and he went to find another girl. We talked some more and a car stopped by, so I went to talk with him. He told me he would be back. I guess the little competition got the English dudes to finally make their move. When I came back, they had the money and handed it me. I sat in the back with my legs partially spread open and asked who was first. They looked at each other and the taller of the two jumped in behind me. I closed the double doors and began kissing him.



It wasn’t long before his clothes were off. He pulled up my top over my boobs and began sucking on my nipples. They quickly became erect and I was getting wet. After my skirt was pulled up to my waist, he began fingering my bare pussy, as I devoured his hard cock in my mouth. We played with each other for a while, until he told me he was going to cum. So I stopped sucking and let him calm down. Then I took a condom and covered him up. He pushed me on my back and knelt in front of me. Looking at my wet slit, he asked if all the guys I fuck get me horny. I laughed and told him only the cute ones like him. Then I sat up and reached for his cock.



I placed it at the entrance of my pussy, spread my vaginal lips apart and told him to fuck me. Watching him pushing into me, was very erotic and he felt so good going into my wanton hole. I have always loved watching a guy entering me. Then he leaned over me with both arms over my shoulders and slowly began pumping me. He had his eyes open looking into mine. I could tell he was enjoying me from seeing his grin. Then I moaned, “You feel so good in me. I want to feel you fucking me and I want it rough. Oh yes, that’s it, fuck me!”



He liked me talking dirty which I continued, because he began speedily thrusting none stop. He sat up and began pulling on my nipples. I yelped in pleasurable pain as he continued his fun. Faster and faster he fucked me, while I loudly moaned in bliss. It took some time, but he began grunting and asked me where he could dump his load. Moaning, I said anywhere as long as it’s not on my clothes. He laughed, pulled out, took off the condom, and shot his load at the entrance to my pussy. Then he kissed me. When he finished he opened the van door and told his friend that I was a real horny slut and to have fun.



As I was wiping cum off my pussy, his friend jumped in and we started the mating process all over again. When his friend was done with me, he told me that I was really too beautiful to be a street whore. I should work in a German brothel instead. I could make so much more money. They waited for me to come out, and we sat and talked until the guy in the car walked up to me. He asked in broken English if I was available. As we were going in the van, the two guys told him to treat me nice.



Well anyway you get the idea. I had sex with another 3 guys during the night and finally got done around 2 am. Afterwards, Maurice came back in, took the money and gave me a back rub. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep. When I awoke, the van was already on the road to Nice.



Four hours later we reached the French Rivera town. I wasn’t disappointed on the beauty of the place and was what I imagined from photos. We found a parking stop many blocks from town. I put on a pair of shorts and a blouse that buttoned up the middle. Then we went walking around and checking out the beaches. We also found a hotel for 58 euros a night. Maurice told me that he planned to stay three nights in Nice. He said that last night’s income made it possible for a hotel, although it wasn’t a very good hotel.



Knowing that I was going to be whoring again and after we got the room, I took a nap. I awoke some hours later. Maurice was sitting on the chair checking his phone. He noticed me getting up and said, “Oh good, you’re awake. I have great news. A guy wants you to come by his hotel around 8. So we have some time to get dinner and locate his hotel.”



He told me to dress conservative, so I wore my white sun dress with a bra. We walked down to the resort area and had dinner. Then we watched the sunset. It wasn’t completely down as we strolled to his hotel. Maurice found a nice spot in the lounging area and told me that I was to go to room 438. He said he would wait in the lounge area, until I came back. I looked at him and he didn’t look well, so I asked him how he was feeling. I mean his cheeks were quite flushed. He said he was just tired from the drive and lack of sleep. So he patted me on my ass as I left for my encounter.



Knocking on the door, a nice looking guy with long brown hair and a goatee opened. He took a look at me and smiled. I knew this was going to be fun. I immediately gave him a big kiss. I didn’t need to hurry things along because the guy bought me for 2 hours for 700 euros. He offered me a glass of wine and we went out to the balcony to watch the end of the sunset. He was very nice and we sat very close to each other. I could tell he wanted to play with my body, so I broke the ice by reaching for his cock that was bulging from under his pants.



As I did, I said, “Oh I see you have a nice big cock. I can’t wait to set him free in me.”



Looking into his eyes, I unzipped his pants and he helped pull them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so I had a stiffing cock in my hands. Then I went down on him. His cock rose to the occasion and I was enjoying sucking and licking it. He was very clean and yummy and was having so much fun making him rock hard. It wasn’t long that he began shooting a huge load of semen in my mouth. I suck it all up and swallowed every last yummy drop. I sat up and licked my lips. His eyes were twinkling when he told me it was his turn to make me cum. So we got up and went inside.



He watched me slowly dance, as I took off my dress, like I was stripping. Then he came over and we kissed again. As our tongues were dancing in pleasure, he undid my bra and took it off. Then he moved back to look at me. He told me that I was very pleasing to look at and can’t wait to feel my body. I walked over to him and kissed again. With our lips locked in lust, he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we moved to the bed. We fell entangled in passion. When we broke for air I was on my back. He kissed my neck working down toward my breast. Stopping at each breast to suck and flick each nipple, made me moan in sensual bliss. He stalled at my nipples playing with them for many minutes. Then he kissed down my belly toward my wet pussy. When he reached my Y, he knelt up and pulled off my panty. I helped and then spread my legs apart so he could see how wet and horny I was. After a few minutes, he devoured my clit with his mouth and began a non-stop licking and fingering me. I was moving my hips and holding his head against my wet clit, as I convulsed in orgasmic bliss a few times. I was one happy little whore loving what this guy was doing to me.



After some time, he was again throbbing and I put on the condom. I wanted to feel that big cock in me so bad. He didn’t disappoint. I had my legs wrapped around his waist as he ravished my pussy for the longest time. At one point he was roughly fucking me so fast, that the force pushed my head against the head board. Then he turned me over on all fours. Oh I love it when a guy enters me from the rear. Holding my hips, he began ravishing me until I felt him grunting and about to cum. I turned back and told him that it was okay to cum on my ass. He immediately pulled out, tore off the condom and unleashed a lot of cum on me. I just lay still as he dumped his hot gooey load. Afterwards we cuddled until his time was up. We kissed good-bye and he handed me an envelope with my fee in it. As the door closed, I was still in awe over the event and hoped everyone would be like this.



I saw Maurice slumped in a lounge chair in lobby of the hotel. Another girl was sitting next to him. When I got there, Maurice looked sick. The girl sitting with him told me he didn’t look good and asked if he was okay. So we got him up, called a cab and took him back to our hotel. As we drove, he asked if everything went well and I said it was fantastic. Once back in the room, I got him some water and felt his head. He was burning up. That’s when the other girl introduced herself as Isabella and told me to call her Bella. She said she would get him some medicine. I waited an hour and she finally came back. We forced him to drink this brown liquid. As he did, he told me to stay will Isabella for the evening because he didn’t want to get me sick. Bella said that would be a good idea and we could get better acquainted. So we left Maurice and called a cab.



Bella was very friendly tanned girl with short sandy hair, blue eyes, big boobs and about as tall as me. She was wearing a short form fitting blue dress and I could tell by her nipples showing that she had no bra. I found out a lot about her as we rode to this club. She explained about being from the UK and was left stranded in Paris by a guy. That is when she started being an escort a few years ago to get by. She moved to Nice for the weather and cliental, which consist of mostly tourist. She then suggested that we should go clubbing and would split the money we make. She laughed and said it’s easier hooking up with guys when working with a partner. So I guess I was going to be her partner.



The club was off the beaten path, but with a hotel next to it. We went in and had to pay 10 euros to the bouncer. The music was loud and the place was crowed, although there were more guys then girls. We walked around, looking for somewhere to sit. I could tell that guys were following our meandering. Before we found a spot, two guys asked us to dance. So we said yes. So for the next four dances we were having fun on the dance floor. Luckily, Bella had me take off my bra in the cab before we went in. When there was a break in the live music, the guys asked to buy us a drink and join them. Looking at Bella, she nodded yes. The booth had two other guys sitting and we squeezed in between them. I ordered a Martini and Bella had a glass of wine. We talked as we sipped our booze. One of the guys put his hand on my leg and I giggled, but didn’t say to stop. We drank and danced with all of them for a few more hours. When the offer to go back to their room was made, Bella boldly blurted, “Oh yes guys, we’ll be happy to have sex with all of you, but for 600 for me and Kathryn. That’s only three hundred each and we’ll stay the night if you want, so everyone could have a turn with each of us.”



I don’t think they expect that and either did I. So they looked at each other and finally Josh agreed, if he could do anal too. Bella laughed and told them that I love anal, but she doesn’t. So Kathryn would be happy to do that for you. Oh my god, what was happening! Bella was setting me up. But instead of being angry, I laughed and told them it would be lots of fun too. I could tell by their expressions that we were all going to have fun. So we all left together for their hotel.



Once we got to the hotel, we went up to the top. There were two rooms that were connected. We went in one of them and got comfortable on the couches. I had Eric and Daniel next to me. Bella had Josh and Andrew next to her. It wasn’t long before I was naked with my legs spread apart and over each lap, holding a cock in each hand. I was kissing back and forth with the guys as they fondled my boobs and pussy. Soon I was sitting with Eric’s cock buried in me and Daniel’s in my mouth. They kept trading places alternating whom I was fucking for a long time. I constantly moaned how good it felt with them fucking me and how often I was cuming. Finally, Daniel said he was cuming and unloaded in my mouth. As I was sucking him dry, Eric pulled out of me, came over and told me to open wide. He erupted with more cum then I could swallow and it went all over my face dripping down on my boobs. We all laughed, when he was done spraying his load. I bit my lower lip with my sensual expression, as I rubbed it on my boobs. Afterwards I went to clean up.

Josh came over when he saw me coming out of the bathroom. He put his arm around me and told me it was time to fuck my ass. Leading me into the other room, I saw Bella on all fours still being hammered by Andrew. Josh pushed me down on my back next to her. Our faces were so close and Bella shocked me when she started to kiss me. Her lips are soft and it was very pleasing, so I responded by kissing her back. When Josh stuck his cock in me, Bella whispered, “Isn’t this so much fun. I love it when we are in the same room.” She kissed me again.



Daniel and Eric walked in to watch. I and Bella were loudly moaning telling the guys how great it felt. The guys were replying with stuff like, “I love watching whores getting fucked. Slap her ass Josh. I like hearing her squeal. My turn! Oh yes suck my cock. That’s it bitch. Turnover I want your legs up over your head!”



The night turned to morning and we finally crashed after hours of cocks being buried in us with gooey cum splattered all over us. I was doubled twice, while Bella kissed me and played with my boobs. It was one extremely hot satisfying night to remember. When we left the guys gave each of us 600 euros. Josh gave me an extra 50 for allowing him to fuck my ass a few times. When we left the hotel around 7 am, we stopped for a cup of coffee and talked about the night. She asked if I wanted to work with her again and I said I did. Then I went back with Bella to her small studio apartment. We both fell on her bed and slept until noon. When I awoke, I rushed back to see how Maurice was doing.



He was still asleep but not as hot as before. I guess the fever broke. He asked how I did and I told him everything and gave him the 1350 euros that I earned. Then I went, got him some food and more water. He ate it and I told him about working with Bella again tonight. He told me that he would be okay and to go have fun. He would see me the next day. So I grabbed my suitcase and called a cab. I got back to Bella’s just as she was coming out of the shower. She let me in wearing just a towel. Seeing me, she smiled and said, “I’m glad you returned. I was thinking about you.”



Dropping the towel she took me in her arms and kissed me with those supple soft lips and her boobs plastered against me. I was surprised, but responded with kissing her back. With our lips sensually together we managed to stagger to the bed. Quickly she got my clothes off and we entangled in sexual embrace. Our knees were plastered against our pussies as we passionately kissed. I’ve never experimented with a woman before, so it was new but totally enjoyable. I reached for her boobs and rubbed them like I knew what she would like. She did the same to me. Soon we were in 69 licking each other’s clits, while loudly moaning in ecstasy. The finale was getting entangled with our pussies against each other and moving our hips, making us each climax a few times. It was a very pleasing experience and I never thought I would enjoy a girl like I was with Bella. This was my first girl experience.



After we calmed down, we got dressed in bathing suits and went to the beach. It was a topless beach, but my suit was very revealing anyway. But taking the top off and lying next to Bella, was very exhilarating. She was lying on her back and seeing her big boobs reaching for the sky was making me again horny. We chatted and giggled for some time, until Bella blurted, “Oh Kathryn we need to get food and get ready for Monaco tonight. There’s a casino where we can get some action. I hope this is okay?” I laughed and told her anything she wanted to do would be fine with me.



So we put our tops back on and walked to this café on the beach. I had a glass of wine and some great pasta. I was enjoying her company because we were so a like. Here we were, two beautiful Ladies who like sex that were becoming great friends. Time went by too quick and we had to leave to get dressed. I wore a black outfit from my strip club event. It was a short dress with a halter top tied behind my neck that barely covering my boobs. Bella was in a bright red halter dress that wasn’t as short as mine. We got in her small Fiat and drove 40 minutes to the Monte Carlo casino. Finding an older gentleman walking toward the casino, Bella persuade him to escort us in. We all sat at the large bar and had a drink. Then he left. Guys were looking at us, but none came over. We laughed, while checking out guys wondering what size of cocks they had. It was fun looking at guys like a piece of meat and we snickered a lot as we did.



I guess an hour went by, until this Middle Eastern guy sat down next to Bella. He took up a quick conversation in French asking us if we were party girls. Bella answered we were and then leaned over and told me what was said. The guy got up and stood next to me. In English he asked if I was an American. I giggled and said I was. Then he asked if we wanted to make some money partying with the Prince. Looking at Bella, she asked how much. He laughed and told us it depended on what we did. Bella was now all business. She told him it would cost him 1000 euros each for 3 hours for whatever we do. The guy sternly looked at us and whispered, “Okay Ladies! But you’ll have to fuck who we say and you need to stay for 4 or 5 hours.”



Bella smugly laughed and agreed but only if it’s 1300 euros for that amount of time. The guy grumbled and said, “Okay gorgeous. I’ll make sure you will earn every Euro.”



We all got up and left for the exit. There was a limo waiting to take us to the party. We got in and saw two other girls already inside drinking Champagne. The Arab guy poured us a glass and then told the driver to go. I looked out the window, as we left the casino and resort area. He turned and drove up a hill. Once on top, he pulled into this gated house. There were two guards that opened the gate. As we left the limo, the guards had big smiles and were talking in Arabic. I was becoming concerned to what Bella got me into. So I tightly held her hand. She noticed my nervousness and whispered, “It’s okay Kathryn! I’ve been to these type of parties before. Just be nice to all of the guys and you’ll have fun.”



It was like walking into a palace. The house had a huge entrance with a spiral staircase off to one side, and a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. I could hear music coming from another room that we were lead to it. We entered this large room with several couches and chairs scattered around, many mirrors with ornate gold frames and a huge fireplace that was lite, even though it wasn’t cold. There were four other girls dressed slutty like us, drinking Champagne and talking with some Arab guys. I never did count how many guys there were. Once we got settled, some of the guys began getting acquainted with us. It wasn’t long, that double doors opened from a side room and a young Middle Eastern guy came out with just a long robe on. He was accompanied by two more guys. They had us all line up.



Two tall skinny model type girls lined up first; then me and Bella, a pudgy girl, an African girl and two hot looking blondes. The Prince, I shall call Ali (not his real name), went to each girl and introduced himself to her. They spoke in French, so I didn’t understand what was said. When he got to me, he was told I spoke English. He seemed to like that. He asked me my name and I told him. Then he asked me sexual questions, like what is my favorite position, do I like to suck cock, how long I was a whore, etc. After me, he went to Bella and kept going right down the line, until he talked to each girl. When he finished his introductions, he said, “So girls I’m going to only take a few of you. The rest of you will be for my men. You’ll be paid if you perform as requested. If you aren’t up to it or not what you thought tonight was about, Jamil will give you a hundred and drive you back to where you were picked up. If you stay, you will have to comply with all requests and you will be paid handsomely for doing so.”



The thought of being gang banged by Arabs wasn’t appealing. So I looked at Bella and whispered that I wanted to go. She laughed and said, “And where would you go Kathryn? You would probably make less money and fuck jerks. So don’t worry. It will be fine.”



One of the blondes asked to leave, so now there were only seven of us left. Then Ali walked over to the pudgy girl and immediately told his men to take her to the guard house. She looked scared, as she was taken out. I don’t know what ever happened to her. Starring at the rest of us, he took the tall dark haired girl’s hand and began escorting her into his room. As he closed the door, he told the rest of us to drink up. So we did. I had two more glasses of champagne and talked with a lot of guys. Sometime later, the doors opened to Ali’s room. The dark hair girl was naked, holding her clothes and had tears in her eyes as she rushed out. One of the Arab guys took her hand and stopped her. Then Ali said something to him and she turned and cried, “No, no, no,” with the rest in French. As she was being dragged out of the room, I could see long red marks on her butt, like she was whipped. I looked out the door as she was being dragged up the stair case by two guys with two more following her laughing. Then Ali came into the room and took the hand of the other tall light brown hair model type girl. They went back in his room and closed the doors.



I turned to Bella and asked what that was about. Bella now looked concerned too and wasn’t as happy as before. She tried to put on an act, but I saw through it. She whispered, “Oh don’t worry. He probably wanted to fuck her ass and she said no. So he had to punish her. It wouldn’t happen to us.”



Nervously, I kept drinking champagne and a few of the guys I was sitting with had their hands on my legs. One even moved my top off my boob and told me I was very attractive. He kissed me and whispered how he wanted me, but had to wait. So I allowed him to play with my boobs and kiss me, which actually was making me horny. His hands roamed up my legs to reach my wet pussy. Oh yes, it made me so very wet and I didn’t want to wait.



It was a long time but eventually the doors opened to Ali’s room again. This girl didn’t walk out in tears, but was very happy. She too had her clothes in her hands. But instead of being escorted up stairs, the guy that brought her to the party took her to another room. Ali then turned and looked at me with one boob exposed, my dress pulled up and my legs spread apart. He had a huge smile, as he reached out for my hand. But he also reached for Bella’s hand. Taking both of us, we went back into his room and closed the doors behind us. He took us to the bed and said, “I love the way you girls look, so I’m going to need a few minutes to get hard again. While I’m waiting, why don’t you two have sex? I want to see a hot show.”



We looked at each other with lusty smiles on our faces. I no longer was anxious but was becoming horny. I love playing with Bella again. We began undressing each other while kissing. As we knelt facing one another, I sucked on Bella’s boobs and she played with mine. I lot more kissing as our hands went to our clits. We rubbed each other’s bodies putting on a show for Ali. Soon Bella was on her back and I was in between her legs licking her clit and fingering her pussy. Ali just watched and every so often he would make a comment or tell us what he wanted us to do. I know I came twice while Bella was playing with me. As we continued our display of passion, Ali suddenly told us to stop and to begin licking his cock.



He was on his back, as we knelt next to him taking turns licking his average size cock. He kept asking us if he was huge and of course we said he was. As we gave him a nice blow job, one hand was rubbing my clit the other was on Bella’s. It wasn’t long until he wanted to fuck me. So I laid on my back at the edge of the bed with my legs dangling over the edge. He stood in front of me and pushed his cock into me. As he did, I pulled my legs up to get him deeper in me. He had Bella sit above my face, so I could lick her pussy. As he was pumping me, he would lean forward and kiss Bella. I could feel Bella’s orgasms as she drove her pussy into my mouth. The feeling of a cock impaled deep inside me and Bella’s juices flowing over my face, gave me such a huge rush of elation that I never before felt. I didn’t want it to stop. My body convulsed many times from one orgasm after another. But finally after a long time of experience total exhilaration, Ali began jerking. I began feeling his seaman erupting deep inside me. He grunted and groaned, until he was done squirting. When he finished, he pulled out and fell onto the bed. He told us to stay, as he got up. Opening the door, he yelled something in Arabic and came back to us. Bella told me he said that he didn’t need any other girls tonight and to do with the girls as they wanted. The rest of the night we rested, drank champagne and he fucked us over and over again until the early morning. Then he told us to leave. As we dressed and walked out, the guy that brought us took our hands and said we were done. Giving us each an envelope full of euros, he had the limo drive us back to the casino.



We got in Bella’s car and drove back to her place. Opening the envelope, I counted fifteen hundreds. Bella had the same. She told me to keep 500 for myself and just give Maurice the thousand he wants me to make every night. Once inside her apartment we crashed on her bed fully clothes. I was so tired. The next morning I got up and kissed Bella good-bye. She pleaded with me to spend another night with her. I smiled and said I would try, but it depends on Maurice. So I grabbed my stuff and went back to the hotel.



As I went in the room, Maurice was dressed waiting for me. He smiled and asked if I had fun. So I gave him 1200 euros. I took Bella’s advice and kept some for myself. He smiled and seemed happy. Then I asked if I could spend the last night with Bella again. Maurice grinned and told me I could, if he came along. So I called Bella and told her what he said. She said to meet her at the casino around 6 pm and Maurice can escort us in. He was happy doing that because he likes to gamble.



The site seeing day went by slowly because I was with Maurice and not Bella. Finally it was time to go. Maurice dressed in coat and tie, and I wore the same dress. We met Bella in the parking lot and Maurice walked us into the casino. Sitting at the same bar, Maurice bought us drinks. After an hour of chatting and laughing between me and Bella, Maurice told us to have fun and to meet back around midnight. He was going gambling. Some time went by and we saw Prince Ali walking in with his 8 body guards. He saw us and came over. He told me that I was very beautiful and should think of pleasing men as a profession. He kissed my hand and told me that he visits America often and I should meet him on one of his trips. So I gave his body guard my email address. After he left, Bella nudged me and asked what that was about.



I laughed and answered, “Well Bella, last night I told him I was just visiting you from the States and not really a prostitute, but you were. I told him I was only trying it to appease you.”



She looked at me and I thought she was going to bust a gut with laughter. Then she said, “And he bought that?” I told her that he did. Then with my little innocent expression, I sarcastically said, “See, I’m just an innocent girl on vacation and my friend Bella is leading me astray.” We both laughed and begin finishing our drinks.



Suddenly, the guy I was with last night before Ali took me to his room came over to us. Standing next to me he asked, “You girls still interesting and getting paid for partying?” Bella asked what he had on his mind. Touching my shoulder, he continued, “Well some of us were disappointed that we weren’t able to fuck you two. If we give you 500 we would like to continue from last night.”



This is where Bella’s negotiations expertise came into play. I learned a lot about how to work a potential John for extra money by observing her. So she asked how many guys and he told her 6 total. She smiled and told him it would be 500 for the first two, 250 for each additional guy and that would be for each of us. The guy took his phone and made a call. When he finished, he sniggered and said okay. So as we walked out the front of the casino, I saw Maurice looking at us. He was smiling as we left.



We walked down to where all of the limos were parked. There were two guys already waiting. One opened the door and we all got in. So I guess we were going to have limo sex. I was on one seat with Bella on the other. They helped us get naked and then the fun started. First kissing and playing with our bodies. Then putting on condoms and began fucking us. Each guy took a turn fucking each of us. When one guy finally exploded, usually over my ass or in my mouth, another came in and I or Bella would start sucking on his cock. We had a cock continually in us for a few hours. I was now becoming sore, so I needed a break. Even as Bella had a cock buried in her, she still managed to tell me where the lube was in her purse. I poured some in my pussy, but one guy took it from me, had me bend on all fours with my ass in the air and squirted some lube in my anal cavity. I knew what was going to happen next. So for the next hour or so, the guys took turns fucking my ass.



Finally they all had loads of cum splattered all over us. One guy stayed, helped us clean up, and gave us each 1500 euros for the three plus hours of sex. I had every guy in me at least once and a couple of guys had me twice. But one greedy guy only did me four times and came each time in my mouth. He told me he loved fucking an American infidel whore for fun. When we were done, one guy escorted us back into the casino and we quickly searched for a restroom. As we came out, we ran into Maurice. He looked sick. He saw us and said, “I’m still not feeling well, so I’m going back to the hotel. Stay and have fun.”



Bella smiled telling him that I would spend the night at her place again and he could pick me up there tomorrow on his way out. Once he left, she said, “Let’s take his advice and have fun Kathryn. No more sex. Since I met you, I feel lucky. Let’s go gambling and win some money. Okay?”



Gee, I’m not into gambling unless it’s horse racing. But since I had an extra 500 euros over my goal, I figured why not. So we walked over to this Crap table. I’ve played this a few times in Las Vegas. I got 400 worth of chips and began playing. I lost the first two 20 euros bet, but then it was my turn to roll the dice. So I bet another 20 euros and while Bella bet 50. I rolled a seven. Bella told me to let it ride, whatever that meant. So we didn’t take our winnings off and I rolled 5 more sevens in a row. They changed dice on me. Afterwards, I rolled a nine. I finally matched the nine. By this time I had a lot of chips on the table. I panic and took all but 100 euros off. Bella took hers off too except for 500 and waited one more roll. I rolled an eleven. Then she took all her money off. She watched as I rolled a seven and mumbled something, but then I crashed. I rolled a double one. My turn was over. But during this time a lot of people were yelling and cheering for me to win. I’ve never have been this lucky. Bella told me it was our energy together. As we were walking away from the cashier, two guys that were playing next to us, asked to buy us a thank you drink. We said sure.



As I sat next to one dark haired handsome hunk, I had such an exuberant feeling running through me. I felt like nothing could go wrong. And now this good looking middle aged man was buying me a drink. We talked about a lot of things, but mostly me being a tourist from America. My whoring never came up. As I was sipping my second Marini, he placed his hand on my leg. I let him work up my inner thigh, as I sighed in pleasure by spreading my legs apart. Then he asked if we wanted to go up to his room. I was about to say yes and ask for money like Bella taught me. Bella had been playing with her phone and before I could speak, she jumped off her bar stool, took my arm, and told the guys that we had an emergency. As we hurried out of the casino, I asked what that was about. She laughed and showed me a photo on her phone of the hunk that was sitting next to me. Then she told me a story.

Many thanks to AussieKev for his input in writing most of the sex scene in this story.



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“Bugger,” Sharon tilted her laptop backwards and checked underneath, half expecting to see its innards hanging out. “Piece of shit computer.”



Marcus finished chopping the onions and through teary eyes checked out the computer.



“What did it do?” he asked. “Did any message pop up?”



“Nothing,” she said and forlornly pressed the power button. “And yes it’s fully charged.”



She mashed at the keyboard before slamming down the lid and pushing it across the kitchen bench.



“Why do they always shit themselves when you want to use them most,” she folded her arms and rested her forehead on them.



“What were you doing?”



“Uploading those pics we took last night onto Watchers Web,” she said without raising her head. “And yes I deleted them off the camera and the only copy is on that bloody thing.”



“Really!” Marcus asked, “Why did you delete them off the card?”



“Because I was using the camera at work today and I didn’t want someone to go back too far when previewing the pics.”



Marcus pondered that for a while and just nodded.



“They were good pics too,” she said remembering how good his cum looked on her face.



“Yeah well,” Marcus said. “We’ll have to get it fixed because I have some work stuff that I need.”



“It cost us heaps last time,” Sharon said, “We won’t take it back to those bastards.”



“No,” Marcus flipped the exhaust fan on and leant back over the saucepan. “Maybe Kyle or Andy next door know someone who can fix it. They’re nerdy gaming types, surely they’ll know someone.”



“Maybe they won’t help after one of them saw us walking naked across the lawn the other week,” Sharon hopped off the chair and walked over to the stove.



It was Marcus’ turn to remember this time and the mental image of her covered in the men’s cum sent a twitch to his groin.



“Maybe they will,” he said and tossed a few tins of peeled tomatoes in with the simmering onions. “Men will do anything for a pretty damsel in distress.” He turned and kissed her on the forehead noting a slight crease from her sleeves.



Sharon slid a hand up under his shirt feeling his taut muscles and she detected a slight tremor as she did so. “Pity that they’re kind of chubby and nerdy though,” she rested her head on his biceps, “Actually come to think of it, Kyle was a bit weird yesterday when I saw him.”



“Weird in what way?”



“He’s usually quite friendly and says g’day but yesterday when he was loading their truck he was all eyes as well as smiles.”



“Ha?” Marcus laughed “Maybe he’s the mystery man behind the curtain.”



“Maybe,” she ran her hand down and rubbed his cock through his jeans, “Maybe he’s gay and fancied you.”



Marcus flipped a gas jet on and slid a saucepan of water across upon it. “I doubt that,” he said before brushing her hand away. “I have to go back into work and finish off that report tonight remember. No time for shenanigans.”



“Pft,” she said derisively, “Who cares about regional development and broadband technologies.”



“Well,” Marcus said and suddenly turning to her, joyfully pushed her back towards the large island bench. “If we had decent broadband you could have uploaded all the pics onto the cloud. Then I wouldn’t have to cum all over your face again.”



“Now?” she said almost pleading, “The lights are good.”



“When I get home,” he teasingly backed away. “If I feel like it.”



Sharon picked up a tea towel off the bench and flicked him on the arse. “You’d better,” she said.



Marcus quickly finished off the pasta and the pair ate their dinner out on the back veranda in the slowly fading light of a late summer evening.



“What time will you be finished?” Sharon asked.



“That depends,” Marcus said as he poured her another glass of red wine. “Maybe around nine thirty, ten o’clock.”



“That long,” Sharon moaned, “What the hell am I going to do without my laptop?”



“You could knit, bake biscuits, knock up a sponge,” Marcus quickly stood up so that he was outside of striking distance, “Usual good housewife stuff,” he laughed.



“Go on,” she said and tried to flick some spaghetti at him but it just wrapped around her finger. “Bugger off to your meeting then.”



Marcus scurried out the front door leaving Sharon alone with half a bottle of wine and nothing to occupy her mind, a dangerous mix.



After downing a glass she sauntered back inside, flicked on some music and living in hope, tried her laptop once more.



“Poofter,” she said to herself as once more, it failed to respond.



She eyed the bottle of wine still sitting on the table and went out to get it. As she grabbed a hold of it she heard footsteps down Kyle and Andy’s driveway. She ran over to the edge of the veranda and leant as far over as she could. She saw Kyle rounding the corner towards their back door and called out hoping that he would hear. Her calls went unanswered and she noticed the tell tale white cord of his iPod headphones dangling from his ears.



“Bugger,” she said and watched as the lights came on in their lounge room.



She threw down the last gulp of Shiraz, ran inside and scooped the laptop, her mobile and her keys up off the kitchen bench, and headed next door.



She stood at her neighbours front door for a moment listening at the noises emanating from within the dusty rental. All she could hear was some bad music that seemed to be playing at the back of the house and was subsequently muffled. Undeterred she tapped on their door but wasn’t at all surprised to find that they couldn’t hear her.



Their small van was tucked neatly into the drive that led the way down to the back of the house. She squeezed her way between the vans dirty panels and the brickwork and ducked under the side view mirror. As she walked down she tried to make as much noise as she possibly could.



Their backyard looked worse from their side of the fence than it did from hers and she found herself wondering just what these two shipped out in that truck.



The music was much louder and it was some kind of heavy metal rubbish she hated. She banged loudly on the door and once more it was to no avail, that was until the song ended. With a flurry of knocks and door shaking she saw the silhouette of one of them appear through the frosted door panes.



“Hi,” she said as Andy peered tentatively through a crack in the door. “How are you Andy?”



“Yeah,” he said looking back quickly over his shoulder, “Good thanks. How are you?”



“Well,” she said holding up her laptop, “I was wondering if you know much about fixing these.”



“Sure,” he opened the door wider and Sharon took a quick peek inside, it wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. “What’s wrong with it?”



“It won’t start and before you ask,” she handed it to him and took a step closer as she did so, “yes it’s fully charged.”



“Ok,” he said, “I think the hard drive will be fine so we can save all your data,” he looked underneath as she had done earlier.



Once again she snuck a look inside and saw some racing game being played on a screen.



Noting that Andy wasn’t acting weird like Kyle had been behaving, but he wasn’t exactly welcoming her into the house either, she put him on the spot.



“Do you mind if I come in?” she asked.



“Oh shit, sorry,” he said and opened the door fully, “We don’t get many visitors.”



“No?” she chuckled, “We’ve noticed.”



The kitchen was at the back of the house and she was pleasantly surprised to see that apart from a few bowls piled up in the sink, it was remarkably clean.



Thinking that maybe it was because they never cooked and ate only takeaway Sharon decided to have a quick look around. As she entered the lounge room she was fascinated once more by how tidy it was. There were no empty pizza boxes, no bongs on the table, no beer bottles scattered around the floor. All there was was Kyle sitting on the lounge with a PlayStation controller gripped tightly in his hands.



“Hi Kyle,” she called out over the music.



Kyle nearly dislocated his neck as he snapped his head around to gaze at a woman standing in the doorway. For what seemed like an eternity he sat there gawking at her and Sharon laughed out loud as she watched his car explode in flames on the screen.



“Hi Kyle,” she said again and pointed at the screen, “Sorry about that.”



“Uh,” he muttered and looked at the screen. “Bloody hell.”



“My computer crashed and Andy’s checking it out,” Sharon said. “It won’t start.”



“Yes the battery is fully charged,” Andy called out, “She’s already told me that.”



Against one wall there were box after box stacked up and in the corner two computers sat humming away.



“So,” Sharon turned to Andy, “Just out of interest, how do you two make a living?”



“Um,” Kyle stood up and wandered over to the boxes, “We make and sell body-building supplements.”



Seized by the irony of two overweight nerds, who clearly have never worked out, selling body-building supplements, Sharon just had to laugh out loud.



“You’re kidding me,” she said after the laughter subsided, “Body-building supplements?”



“Yeah,” Andy said laughing along with her, “You should see the before shots.” He tapped his gut, tried to suck it in and made a bad Arnie impersonation.



Kyle leant up against a door frame and checked out Sharon from behind. She was only wearing a short floral skirt and a singlet top so there was little left to the imagination.



“Don’t worry,” Andy said, “The irony isn’t lost on us either. We just import vitamins and caffeine from China, mix it with malt powder and sell it to idiots. It’s cheap for us to buy and all those boofheads with their tribal tattoos and machismo are willing to buy into it.”



“Would you like to see where we make it?” Kyle asked.



“Sure,” Sharon spun around towards him, “Why not.”



She followed Kyle down the hall into what was once a bedroom. The room was neatly lined with boxes of malt powder, bags of vitamins and sundry other containers. In the centre was a large table and some packaging equipment.



“Wow,” she said truly amazed at what she saw, “How much do you sell a week?”



“Around five thousand dollars worth,” Kyle said.



“What,” she said amazed once more. “Really?”



“Yeah,” Kyle said “We’re much cheaper than anyone else and because it tastes good and gives them a big caffeine and vitamin B boost, they think it works.”



Sharon couldn’t help but be impressed and she told them so. “Here I was thinking you were a pair of dirty, pizza munching, gaming freaks, but I’m impressed.”



Kyle just laughed at her assumptions and led her out of the room, “We do like pizza,” he said “I mean, who doesn’t?”



As Kyle turned back into the lounge room Sharon stopped at another bedroom door that was slightly open. She could hear them both chatting away in the kitchen so she pushed the door open further and peeked inside.



It was your standard male bedroom complete with a PC, TV and DVD player on a desk, clothes strewn all over the floor, and in a pile next to the bed, a collection of adult DVDs. She picked them up and flicked through the titles. It was a wide assortment of Ben Dover, Private and Anabolic titles and also some German ones. Whoever owned them showed good taste. She admired the images displayed over the covers, multiple cocks in a variety of holes, faces covered in cum. She suddenly felt very horny indeed.



With them held behind her back she wandered back past Kyle who was back on the Playstation and to Andy who had somehow managed to open the laptop and was peering inside. “When do you want this fixed by?” he asked.



“It’s not urgent,” she said, “Marcus has some work on it he needs and I have all my images so a couple of days should be good.”



“I might need it,” he said, “But I think the hard drive will be fine so there shouldn’t be any problems.”



Sharon decided that some teasing was in order so she sauntered over to Andy and leant teasingly over his shoulder.



“How do you know how to do this?” she asked. “I mean have you had any training?”



She could feel him edge slightly away as she invaded his personal space and she let some of her long dark curly hair brush against his cheek.



“I’ve been fixing computers for years,” he said, “There’s not much I haven’t done before.”



She patted him softly on the shoulder and whispered, “Thank you, and for the record,” she flicked her hair flirtingly back and winked at him, “There’s not much that I haven’t done either.”



Clearly startled, Andy turned straight back to the laptop, and being unfamiliar as he was with women, did what he does best, ignored her and tried to concentrate on the technology.



Unperturbed Sharon decided to turn her attention to the one that she assumed had already seen her naked. She stood next to the TV screen and put her right leg up on the coffee table. Kyle smiled and rested back in the lounge trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt.



“Excuse me Andy,” she called out, “Could you come here for a minute?”



“Sure,” he replied and gently placed the laptop down on the bench, “What’s going on?”



Sharon pulled the DVDs out from behind her back and held them in front of herself. Immediately she watched Kyle shuffle in his seat and she giggled as his eyes darted back and forth between her and Andy.



“Who owns these?”



Kyle stared at Andy, Andy stared at Kyle but both remained silent.



“Whoever it is,” she said, “I have to say well done, these are good titles.”



“Thanks,” Andy said relieved that he wasn’t about to be admonished.



“These are yours?” she asked “You like to watch people fuck?”



“Well,” he said and looked at Kyle who had a smile as wide as the Sydney Harbour Bridge, “We don’t really get any for ourselves.”



“Come on,” Sharon said, “You must be getting something. You’re not all bad.”



“Sheesh, thanks,” Andy said. “but sadly you’re wrong about us getting something.”



Kyle positioned himself like he was going to get up but Sharon kept him in his place.



“Kyle,” she said holding up her hand. “Stay there.”



Kyle sat obediently back in the chair and snuck Sharon a sly wink.



“But you must have had something,” Sharon continued, “Even when you were at school?”



“Are you kidding?” Andy said, “We went to an all boys Catholic school. We didn’t even get abused by a priest.”



“So,” Sharon pointed at them with the DVDs, “You’re both virgins then.”



They nodded silently and avoided all eye contact.



“At least Kyle here has seen a real woman naked,” she said “Haven’t you Kyle?”



This time Kyle looked genuinely confused, he looked at her wondering what the hell she was talking about.



“No,” he managed to mutter.



“Sure you did,” she said walking over to him, “Two weeks ago walking across our backyard.’



“Umm,” Andy interrupted, “That was me. I just told Kyle about it”



“Really!” Sharon said genuinely surprised. “So poor young Kyle here has not only never been with a woman, he’s never even seen one in the flesh?”



Kyle just nodded his head and kept his expectant eyes locked on Sharon.



“Well I don’t think that that is particularly fair,” she said and flicked her long dark hair back. “that Andy, on the other hand, has already seen me naked.”



“And your husband,” Andy laughed.



“Yes,” she had to giggle as well, “You’ve seen Marcus naked too.”



“What were you doing on that night?” Andy asked, “You were very loud.”



“We were fucking in the back of the car,” she said softly before turning her gaze to Kyle, “We tried all sorts of positions. Me on top, doggy style and good old missionary. I sucked his cock and he came deep in my cunt.”



Kyle’s head rolled back and he groaned ‘fantastic’ softly as she spoke.



“It was just like these women in these videos,” she held one up to Kyle as she spoke, “Shall we watch one?”



“What?” Kyle said as she shuffled in his seat. “This is just getting better and better. You watch porn?”



“Hell yeah,” she said, “we have quite the collection.”



“Maybe we can start swapping some,” Andy said.



“Good idea,” Sharon held up a Private DVD to him, “Let’s watch that one shall we.”



“Now Kyle,” she sauntered over to the lounge and put her hands on her hips, “I’m going to sit right here next to you, ok?”



“Okay?” he said and patted the centre cushion, “By all means.”



“Now Andy, relax,” she said, “I don’t bite. Not unless you want me too.”



Andy just chuckled and fumbled with the DVD as Sharon threw herself into middle of the lounge.



As soon as the DVD was sucked into the machine she patted the lounge. “Now sit here Andy and press play.”



Sharon couldn’t help but smile as Andy’s shaking hand finally managed to hit the play button and the opening scenes unfolded on the screen. The standard initial cut scenes of cocks, cunts and cum exploded across the screen as the previews of other movies came on.



“Oh look at that lady,” Sharon said as a brunette was bouncing on one cock as she sucked another. “How lucky is she?”



“I’d say very,” Andy said. “What about her?” This time a woman was being fucked in the cunt and arse as two men fucked her mouth.



“Air-tight,” Sharon edged her legs slightly apart, “That’s what that’s called.”



Kyle just laughed and tried to adjust his swelling member without Sharon noticing. She did of course.



“You poor guys,” she said, “Fancy sitting here watching some quality porn and not being able to have a stroke like you do in your bedroom.”



“I’m not having a stroke,” Kyle said in his defence. “I’m just reorganising the tackle.”



Sharon giggled and set about thinking about how many men she’d had that lost their virginity with her. There was a few, but they were all many years before. What she did remember was their enthusiasm and stamina. It was for those two reasons that she did what was next to transpire.



“You know,” she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s just not the same, is it?”



“What isn’t?” Andy asked while trying not to unfurl his cock. “Watching porn with your clothes on,” she said. “and it’s not fair either.”



“Not fair?” Andy asked, “How?”



“Well you’ve seen me naked,” she grabbed Kyle on the thigh and gently ran her hand up towards his groin. “Kyle here though hasn’t.” She stopped just before reaching the impressive mound in his pants.



“Now boys,” she said as she stood up, “This is a one off opportunity for you both.” They watched in silence as she stood in front of the TV. “Seeing as how you’re fixing my laptop, and you’re both virgins, I think it’s only fair that I teach you how to please a woman.” She pulled her top off and flung it at Andy. “Then we’ll talk about how you two,” she unbuckled her bra and held it in front of her boobs, “can start meeting some real women of your own.”



As her bra sailed across the room to Kyle, she heard them both moan in appreciation.



“Then we’ll go shopping,” she hooked her fingers under the band of her skirt and slowly pulled it down around her legs and let it fall at her feet, “and get you a few items that will enhance the chances of you scoring.”



“You were right Andy,” Kyle said as he freely stuck his hands down his own pants. “She’s fucking hot.”



Andy, who was trying not to just leap up and fuck her, said nothing.



Sharon slid her thumbs around her pink panty’s waistband and quickly slid them down. Her sandals came off at the same time as her knickers and for the first time the lads had a naked woman in their home.



Andy was transfixed on her neatly trimmed pussy and his legs were pumping up and down in anticipation. “Good lord,” he whispered, “For once, my prayers have been answered.”



“I am the angel of mercy,” Sharon said “A somewhat fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless.”



Behind her on the television a tall blonde woman had just walked into a bar where two men were having a drink.



“What’s the chances that she gets fucked by those two guys?” she asked.



“Well,” Andy patted the lounge between himself and Kyle, “Come sit down and we’ll find out.”

“Now boys,” she tilted her head teasingly to the side, “Remember that this is for one time only, there’ll be no knocking on the door late at night looking for a fuck.” They both nodded silently and slowly as they watched her move towards the space on the lounge.



Sharon stared intently at the two lads as they sat on the lounge rubbing their crotches. The look of absolute desire and longing turned her on like nothing else. She didn’t care about the track suits, the long unkempt hair, the stubble on their chubby jowels, she just wanted cock.



She moaned ever so slightly as she sat back on the lounge and felt their hands instantly slide over her tits and around her pussy. She flung her head back in delight as Kyle slid a finger down into her pussy and rubbed her moist slit.



“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, “That does feel good.”



“Mmmm, sure does,” Sharon said as she put her legs over the lads knees, opening her pussy wider in the process. “Suck my titties,” she said to Andy who immediately leant forward and drew a nipple into his mouth.



On the screen the blonde was having almost the same treatment as she was, and this gave her an idea.



“How about,” she said, “We do exactly what that woman on the porno is doing? Scene for scene.” Both the lads glanced up and for probably the first time in their lives, didn’t care that much about what they were watching; the reality was much better.



Worried that if he didn’t do as she asked she would stop, “If you say so,” was Andy’s automatic response.



“Well get your gear off then,” she said as she nodded in the direction of the two naked men on the TV.



“Andy,” she said, “You do whatever the blonde bloke does. Kyle, you’re obviously the other one.”



They said nothing but watched Sharon as she sat back on the lounge, spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy. “Fuck, I’m so wet,” she moaned. Kyle was the first to get naked and when his semi-hard cock plopped out she couldn’t help but take a sharp intake of breath because that cock was huge.



“Fucking hell Kyle,” she was shocked, “How dare you keep that hidden from the women of the world.”



“What about this,” Andy pulled his cock out of his shorts and it too was just as large.



“Shit,” she whispered, “All this time and two of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen have been right next door. Maybe this won’t be a one off after all.”



Mesmerised by the two appendages hanging only inches from her face she decided to momentarily ignore what was happening on the screen. “Pass me the remote,” she said, “or just press pause.”



“It’s behind you,” Andy said, “On the arm of the lounge.” Sharon was still transfixed on their cocks and was trying to recall any cocks that she’d fucked that had been larger than these two.



Mind you she’s been fucked by plenty of cocks before. On one memorable occasion she had six all to herself in one sitting, but these were certainly the largest. By her own estimates they were nearly nine inches long and nice and thick. “You guys,” she finally mumbled, “I think are the biggest I’ve ever had.”



Andy leant over and grabbing the remote, quickly paused the DVD. Sharon reached out and grabbed their cocks and pulled them towards her hungry mouth. Kyle was the first to feel the delights of what Sharon could administer with her skilled tongue. Her tongue momentarily flicked around his knob before she hungrily took as much of his thick meat into her mouth as she could.



All Kyle could do is moan as she pumped his cock and ran her tongue around his knob end.



“Fuck,” he moaned as she flicked her tongue around and underneath his helmet. “That’s unbelievable.”



In her right hand she felt Andy’s cock harden as she pumped it and as she ran her finger around his slit, she felt the sticky oozing of his pre-cum. She immediately swapped cocks and began to suck and lick at the thick unction that leaked out.



“Good God almighty,” Andy cried. Sharon still wasn’t sure if she’d had bigger before and as she bought the both up to her mouth, she had a wicked idea.



“Andy,” she said, “Go get my phone. It’s in the kitchen.”



Andy, without question, obediently went in search of the smartphone. Sharon went back to sucking Kyle, this time though she cupped his impressive scrotum in one hand as she wanked him with the other. She even took the time to rub her own pussy and squeezed her swollen clitoris between her fingers, sending a shiver of delight up her spine.



Andy, still gloriously erect, walked back into the room and handed her the phone.



“No,” she said, “I don’t want it. I want you to take a pic for Marcus.”



“Hey,” Kyle said. “Why would you want to do that?”



“He’ll be able to tell me if these are the biggest cocks I’ve ever fucked or not.”



“Really,” Andy hit the home button, “You’d send him pics of us fucking you.”



“No secrets,” she grabbed his cock and pulled him close. “It’s the only way, plus, he’ll be able to tell me if these are the biggest.”



She sucked and pulled on their cocks until they were both hard and glistening. “Now Andy, take a pic of me with these beautiful cocks.” She held them both up near her face and smiled.



“How’s this,” Andy showed her the pic.



Sharon groaned in delight at the image and took the phone off him.



‘Hey babe I’m next door with Kyle and Andy and these guy’s are huge! Are these the biggest I’ve ever fucked? I’m not sure.’ She wrote into the message before attaching the pic and pressing send. She immediately went back to sucking the lad’s cocks and waited for Marcus to respond.



She was certain that they were the biggest she’d ever had but Marcus’s response clouded her judgement.



‘You horny little slut. ;) ’ was his first response before ‘I need to see one filling your mouth.’



By stroking the boys’ cocks up and down a few times, Sharon guesstimated that Andy’s cock was ever so slightly the longer and thicker of the two schlongs in front of her. ‘Schlong’ wasn’t a word she ever used or particularly liked, but it seemed an appropriate description of these two monster cocks.



“Here Kyle, take the phone and take a photo of me sucking Andy’s cock”, she said as if it was something she did every day. Well, it almost was.



Kyle took the phone and fumbled with it, his rock hard penis sticking out straight in front of him. As he did, Sharon took Andy’s pulsating shaft in her hand again and pulled the skin of his shaft up and over his helmet a few times to make sure he was as hard and long as he could be. It probably wasn’t necessary, because he seemed to grow an extra half inch as she enveloped his cock head with her soft lips and gave it a few quick lashes with her tongue.



Sharon held Andy’s shaft right down at the base, to accentuate the length and she looked up at Kyle to indicate he should take the photo. The flash almost blinded her, but it didn’t stop her from taking seven inches of Andy’s cock down her throat. She looked up again and Kyle took the shot.



‘Fuck me!’ Kyle and Andy’s exclaimed in unison, Kyle at the sight of Sharon deep throating his mate and Andy at the feeling of having his cock throat fucked.



Sharon could feel more of Andy’s salty pre cum juice oozing out as she slid her mouth back up his shaft, sucking the head hard as she pulled her mouth off it.



‘Mmm, very tasty Andy’, she remarked before taking the phone from Kyle and checking out the pics. She sent both pics to Marcus, ‘That should give him a pretty good idea of your size, my talented friend.’



Andy’s cock was bouncing up and down in front of his oversized gut, while Kyle had taken things into his own hand. ‘I just can’t believe this is happening’, he said to no one in particular as pre cum now started flowing out of the eye of his cock.



Sharon saw this and pushed his hand off his prick and pulled him towards her. Kyle almost stumbled and fell on her as the rest of his body followed his cock. Sharon licked her lips at the thought of more tasty juice and handed the phone to Andy.



She didn’t need to tell him what to do as she repeated the treatment on Kyle. She savoured the slick fluid as Andy took the first photo and then impaled her mouth and throat on his length, this time taking eight inches. When she saw the flash of the camera, she moved her mouth up and down Kyle’s pole, enjoying the feel of the knobbly veins, before pulling off it.



She took the phone off Kyle, just as it buzzed with Marcus’ reply to the first two head giving photos.



‘Beautiful,’ it read, ‘Now the other one.’



‘Be patient,’ she replied ‘Here they are.’



As she waited his response she went back to sucking and pumping the two heavy cocks in her hands. She slid off the lounge and squatted down between the two excited men and she quickly ran a hand down to her opening vulva and dipped her fingers into her wetness. With fingers coated in her juice, she smeared the viscous coating over their bobbing knob-ends and swirled her tongue around each one.



The phone suddenly buzzed across the floor as Marcus’ response lit the screen.



‘I’m still not sure,’ it read ‘i need to see one filling your pussy.’



Sharon had other ideas. She could tell Marcus was getting very turned by the way he was responding and she wanted to stretch it out a bit (she hoped the boys could last long enough), besides she’d promised to teach the nerds a thing or two.



She sat back up on the lounge and spread her legs wide. Her hot pussy opened up as her wet lips parted. She said, “Look how wet you’ve made me, boys”, slowly lowering her eyes to her exposed cunt. Kyle and Andy’s eyes followed, mesmerised by Sharon’s sexiness and the uninhibited abandon with which she showed it.



“Who wants to tidy it up a little with their tongue?” she enquired.



Both Andy and Kyle reacted immediately, their right hands shooting up into the air, as if Sharon was a teacher who’d asked a question in class and they both knew the answer.



Kyle was the first to realise how fucking stupid they must have looked and that the question didn’t require an answer, only action. He dropped to his knees, between Sharon’s open legs and affixed his mouth to her clit.



“You’ll just have to be satisfied with me playing with these for a little while”, she smiled, looking up at Andy as she cupped his plum like balls in her hand, “Mmm, it looks like I’m in for a bit of a shower later, Andy. Haven’t pulled your pud for a while, eh?”



Andy coughed, enjoying the feeling of this wanton temptress fondling his most delicate possessions. Kyle meanwhile was moving his tongue around at a hundred miles an hour, like a boat propellor.



“Whoa boy”, Sharon laughed as she said it, “Slow down a bit. Just slowly lick my slit all the way from the bottom to the top and then start over again and keep doing it until I say.”



She returned her attention to Andy. “Lift your cock up a bit, so I can take a nice photo of your balls”, she ordered him. Andy blushed. This sudden change from no woman to a gorgeous woman who was so open sexually was getting to him a bit, but he dared not do as she asked him, because he wanted it to last forever.



Sharon got the phone and pointed the lens at Andy’s big sac and clicked the button. She then pointed it towards her pussy and clicked just as Kyle was at the final sweep of his next tongue lash along her slit. It looked fucking fantastic. Kyle’s tongue pushing her clit up, so that it looked like it was resting on his tongue.



She then typed in, ‘Not yet lover. You’ll just have to wait a little before you see my other lips wrapped around the boy’s cocks’ and clicked send.



Marcus was torn, in front of him he had the report he was working on, a report worth $25,000 a year if the wi-fi tower was built on the land they owned or the option of driving straight back home to join in the fun. Despite the workload ahead of him, he was happy to have this distraction, but not only that, he was tremendously turned on by what was happening. His cock grew inside his trousers and he started rubbing it through them.



The building was mostly deserted, but there were a few other people scattered around and the cleaner was flitting in and out. He still had to be careful because of his reputation, but the slight chance of being caught rubbing himself made him even hornier.



‘I wish I could be there to watch, you horny bitch. It looks like Andy’s got a nice big load for you’ is the next message he sent. He didn’t need to send another direction to Sharon, because he knew she’d taken charge.



Kyle had taken to using the broad flat surface of his tongue to lick Sharon’s clit, rather than the point of it. He was collecting more pussy juice that way. Sharon liked it like that and encouraged him by moving her hips up and down ever so slightly.



She looked up at Andy again and said “Would you like to rub your helmet on my nipple, Andy?” He knew it wasn’t a question, so much as suggestion. He placed his right knee on the lounge and bent his left knee so his tool was at tit level.



“That feels nice Kyle. Now spread my lips and open my hole, so you can push that nice tongue of yours inside me”, Sharon directed him. She was enjoying teaching Kyle how to lick a woman’s pussy and he was a keen student. His cock was now harder than before, if that was possible.



Kyle pushed his tongue inside Sharon’s wet cunt, just as Andy dragged the underside of his hot cock head across Sharon’s stiff nipple. She loved the feeling of those contours and also the wetness caused by Andy’s cock continuing to leak pre cum and moaned her appreciation.



Andy too enjoyed the spongy feeling of Sharon’s nipple on his fraenum, but even more so, simply because it was a nipple and it belonged to a hot babe.



As Sharon was enjoying the boys’ attentions, the phone buzzed again and Sharon read Marcus’ message. She laughed again, “Hey boys, Marcus says he wishes he was here to watch.”



Without thinking of the implications, Andy’s brain snapped into male problem solving mode and suggested, “Tell him to dial us up on Skype and he can watch.”



Kyle cottoned onto the idea of moving his tongue in and out of Sharon’s pussy, like a cock, but now stopped tongue fucking her and looked up at Andy as if to say ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing. We’ve got this hot chick here and you want to ruin it?’



Sharon thought it was a great idea. Andy looked back at Kyle as if to say, “See dickhead, she likes it.”



Andy then leaned over to a laptop that was on the coffee table, moved it so it pointed to them and clicked a button. He then gave Sharon the details to send to Marcus so they could connect and then continued rubbing his cock over her nipple.



Sharon typed slowly. What the boys were doing to her was genuinely getting her hot. As inept and inexperienced as they were, they were good students and she was building towards an orgasm. It was also very erotic knowing that she was their first.



As much as she hated to stop what they were doing, she asked, “What pose should we be in when Marcus comes online?”



“He needs to see your face,” Kyle said from between her legs. “Maybe you sit on mine with your back to me.”



“I like your thinking,” she said as she watched Skype load. ‘Andy, point and zoom the camera just at my face first and then zoom out so he can see my pussy and Kyle’s cock and balls.”



“Hi lover, ready for some real action?”, Sharon teased, with that fun, but very sexy smile she gets when she’s having fun.



Marcus smiled back, while stroking his erection through his clothes. The picture on his screen slowly zoomed out and panned down, exposing Sharon’s perky tits and stiff nipples, before focussing on her thin bush and puffy pussy lips.



As the camera panned down more and then zoomed back in a little, Marcus stiffened even more at the sight of Sharon’s hungry lips hovering over Kyle’s mushroom shaped glans, seemingly held aloft by his massively long, thick shaft, all supported by a set of balls almost the size of two large chook eggs.



Marcus and Andy groaned a little and Kyle and Sharon groaned loudly as she lowered her neat cunt onto Kyle’s cock.



Her outer lips seemed to be pushed inside by Kyle’s huge helmet as Sharon lowered herself inch by inch down his pole by simply bending her knees.



Marcus was caught up in the scene unfolding before him, hoping Sharon was wet enough to keep taking Kyle in one go. So caught up, he didn’t notice Erin the cleaner looking over his shoulder, watching the action on the screen and his hand rubbing himself.



Sharon slid the last two inches down Kyle’s prick, her clit sticking out and resting on his sac.



All five of them groaned when that happened and at first, Marcus didn’t register the fifth sound. It wasn’t until Erin sidled up, pushing her partially exposed breasts against his arm and pushing his hand away from his erection, replacing it with hers, that it struck home someone else was there.



He looked up startled as Erin whispered in his ear, “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”



Marcus was torn. He didn’t want to take his eyes off his beloved Sharon being impaled, he was shocked by being busted and he was enjoying the feeling of Erin’s small delicate hand rubbing his stiff cock.



“Don’t move for a minute”, he directed Sharon and Kyle. Sharon was fine with that. She loved the feeling of being more full from one cock than she had ever felt before. She had seen and heard a bit of what had happened on Marcus’ end and thought it was hilarious.



Erin quickly shuffled Marcus and his laptop into Bruce Woods’ private office. Being the cleaner she had all the keys to the building. Marcus sat in Bruce’s chair and opened the laptop.



Erin asked “Well aren’t you going to introduce us?”



Marcus coughed, a bit taken aback by what had transpired “Meet my other half’s pussy and my next door neighbour’s ball bag”, he joked as that was what the entire screen was now taken up with.



Erin commented, “You lucky girl. You mean your man not only let’s you fuck the next door neighbour, but he watches as well? Does that arrangement work both ways”, she asked, not to either of them in particular.



Sharon had by now stopped using her legs and feet as support, sitting down completely on Kyle’s monster cock. She was now using them to steady herself as she rocked back and forth on him, her clit being rubbed by his sac at the same time.



She managed to gather her breath to respond to Erin, “It depends. How about you set your screen up so we can see both of you?”



Erin told Marcus to get his gear off as she pointed and zoomed the camera out to give the people on the other end a clear view of what she was about to do.



Sharon quietly told Andy to pan back out so the screen showed from Kyle’s balls up to the top of her head.



“Hey!” Erin called out not realising that Andy was there as well as Kyle, “How fucking many guys do you have there?”



“Two,” Sharon replied as though it was normal.



“Fuck,” was all Erin could come up with in response.



22 year old Erin was a shameless exhibitionist and her pussy was soaked. Marcus had whipped his trousers off, freeing his stiff cock and as he pulled his shirt over his head, Erin pulled down the single zip that ran from the neck of her cleaner’s uniform and down the length of it at the front. That left her braless wearing only a lacy g-string and stay up stockings.



Erin stood with her back to Marcus, but too close to the camera for it to focus. Marcus admired her full, fleshy arse cheeks as she bent over to remove her knickers.



She stayed bent over and shuffled back towards Marcus, spreading her feet so she could straddle him in the same way Sharon was straddling Kyle. She remained bent over so she could grab hold of Marcus’ cock and guide it into her.



He made the most of the opportunity and pulled her arse cheeks wide apart so he could watch his cock slip into her. Of course, it also meant he had a great view of her tight, puckered chocolate starfish.

Saturday we took a breather, but on Sunday I picked C up to go to a pool party at Holly’s house in Batavia. It was a beautiful warm summer day and I had C wear a white T and white lace G-string for the ride. Her tan was now very dark and the contrast of the attire was very striking. She no longer showed any form of trepidation with regard to prancing out the door like that or trotting in to Starbucks for an iced latte’ en route. What made it even sexier was that she had chosen a pair of chunky white high heeled shoes to complete the outfit. After getting our beverages and before getting back into the car she “accidently” dropped her napkin and proceeded to bend over to retrieve it, baring her asscheeks for all that were watching to see. She was so striking in her minimal attire that I’m certain many were.



When we arrived at the renovated farmhouse a short ways outside the city limits, Holly, a very well preserved woman in her forties with a sleek A-cup body and shoulder length dark hair greeted us in the nude and then led us to the back yard. There we met Anna, a B to C-cup hottie with creamy mocha skin and the greatest nipples I’ve ever encountered as well as Ellen, a ravishing thing of Irish descent replete with auburn locks, freckles and a great B-cup body. Anna and Ellen were both in their mid thirties and like Holly sported perfectly smooth snatches. They all knew me well as I’d been with each of them before, in one on ones as well as threesomes and once all three at the same time – what an evening that had been. I’d not been able to walk properly for the next couple days.



C must have felt overdressed and quickly slipped out of her T and G string. The girl talk began in earnest at that point. She didn’t even notice as I slipped away, leaving her in the very capable hands of the other three. I had set this up so that she could experience a true girl only escapade with no cocks a part of the equation, only tongues, lips, fingers, and… dildoes.



What she didn’t know until much later was that Holly had four surveillance cameras set up in the corners of the yard and the entire afternoon was captured on glorious black and white video that was later shared with me. I saw as they lay about, swam, chatted, and more importantly as the other three “ganged up” on C, smothering her with affection, massaging, kissing, and exploring every bit of her body, introducing her to her first (and second and third) dildo, taking turns eating her out and then having her return the favor, using a strap-on on her, lying crotch to crotch joined cunt to cunt by a double headed dildo, and even managing to briefly poke a little anal plug up her rosebud at one point. They cuddled and caressed and played as only a group of naked women can. I so regretted that there was no sound to accompany the tape, but it was easy to imagine the giggles, sighs, and moans that undoubtedly took place.



My favourite scene involved C on her back with Ellen on all fours, face buried between C’s legs, Anna behind Ellen giving her a good fucking with a strap-on while burying a thumb up her anus as well, and Kelly squatting over C’s face getting eaten out. It went on and on like that before C, Ellen and Kelly all came at once in writhing pile of female flesh. This was followed by the three of them ganging up on Anna, one on each tit and the third between her legs until she too was squirming in orgasmic ecstasy.



When I picked C up that evening, I asked how it went (I’d not yet seen the tape). She looked at me with a dreamy smile and just said “wonderful” and that she was exhausted, which soon manifested itself in her falling soundly asleep. I could barely rouse her enough to get her out of the car and into her apartment. I undressed her and tucked her into her bed, making certain that her alarm was set for the next morning



That week saw more of us at the beach each day. C had become the queen of the cameltoe, now always in one of the many g-strings I’d purchased for her. Pink, white, indigo, celadon, and neon green went the week. On Wednesday night we went to a new bar in the East End with her wearing only a black lace chemise. It was very revealing in that the lace was quite open in weave, but with the dim lighting in concert with her deep tan and shaved snatch, it ended up not being all that much of a show. We ended up only staying for one round of drinks before heading off to another smaller bar on Main Street for a second. There we wound up having sex in the men’s room there with her perched on the sink with my cock thrusting away in her cunt until someone walked in to take a leak. We both came with him standing there stroking himself as we did, whereupon C lent him a hand and helped him to finish off, spewing his wad into the ice filled urinal.



Friday evening we headed out for another house party. This was hosted by Ferd and Gina in a home right on the lake, actually quite close to the beach where we had been spending so much time. Ferd recognized C immediately and she him from walking the beach. He said something about not recognizing her at first because she had clothes on, but that was stretching things a bit, as she wasn’t wearing all that much that evening. When we left her apartment she had been wearing a short black pleated skirt and gold lurex tube top that exhibited her nipples nicely. At the last minute I had her shed the skirt and leave it in the car, leaving her wearing only the tube top, her black fuckmepumps, and black lace panties with high cut legs when we’d rung the front bell.



Gina was attired in billowy slacks and a sheer black blouse with nothing underneath. She really had nothing at all going on in the breast department other than some nicely tweakable nipples, but she did have incredible long legs, shoulder length blonde hair, and one of those truly beautiful model type faces with perfect skin and high cheekbones.



We were introduced to a couple of other guys that had arrived before us and soon after a two more showed up. I really can’t remember their names, had never met them before, but they were friends of Ferd and Gina’s. C garnered a lot of attention in her skimpy attire and before long all four of the guys had chatted her up a bit. Ferd mixed drinks and distributed beers while Gina flirted a bit, but generally just kind of watched the goings on. After the second round of drinks had made its way around I drew C aside and instructed her to go to the powder room and change into what I’d left her a few minutes earlier. She trotted off to fulfill her mission.



Five minutes later she reappeared wearing the heels, a pair of black stockings, and a lacy black garterbelt. The guys were all over her in a flash, standing as close as they could get and embarrassing her with comments about how sweet of titties she had all the way to “I bet that’s one tight lil’ pussy.”



Gina stepped in at that point, slipping an arm around C’s shoulders and drew her away. The living room was on two levels, one three steps higher than the other. She took C by the hand, leading her up the steps and then stopping at the top. There she proceeded to kiss her deep and passionately, pressing their bodies together as she did.



We all watched slack jawed as Gina slid out of the elastic waisted slacks revealing those legs that just went on and on. Slowly and provocatively she unbuttoned her blouse until it hung open and then slipped it off her shoulders. Not having worn any panties, her exquisite muff of flaxen colored hair was clearly on view. Placing her hands on C’s shoulders she pushed downward sending C to her knees, presenting her with an even better view of that bush than the rest of us had.



C knew what was now expected of her and she kissed, licked, and probed with her tongue as Gina lifted one leg to rest her foot atop an ottoman just to her right. Her labia were distended and C tugged at them with her mouth before burying her tongue between them, probing away until she located the little kernel of love that Gina needed licked. As Gina grew more and more aroused, C slipped the thumb of her right hand between the flaps of flesh and as deep inside as she could while fanning her other four fingers out to clench Gina’s perineum and asscheeks. For what seemed like an hour she lapped away at Gina until the cries of ecstasy reached a peak and Gina was reduced to a quivering mass of nerves, doubling up and sinking onto the ottoman.



Ferd was now naked, as was I. We each took one of C’s hands and led her to the oversized bedroom at the far end of the house. All four of the others had unzipped their pants as they had been watching and had been stroking themselves. In the bedroom they all got fully undressed and the six of us proceeded to take turns with C, wrapping her hands around our shafts or facefucking her or sinking our cocks deep into her juicy quim. It continued like that until we had all experienced both pussy and mouth at least once. She was extremely aroused and nearly ready to cum when I reached down and began manipulating her clit with my finger.



Almost immediately she gasped and let out a long sensual moan that grew louder and louder as she peaked. As she came, so did we all, one by one stroking ourselves and splattering our loads all over her chest, face, and abdomen. By the time we were done she was coated with a thick film of milky white spunk and when she finally sat up it slid and dripped down the front of her as she made her way across the hardwood floor to the master bath. Gina joined her there where the two of them popped into the shower together, lathering up and sliding against each other, fingering each other until each had cum one more time. Then they dried each other off, combed and dried each other’s hair before re-applying some of the makeup that had washed off. Gina wrapped herself in a robe and handed another to C.



We rode back to C’s apartment with her like that and as we went inside we passed her neighbor Charlie who gave us the strangest look, but hey, who cares, right?

Dear readers…



Thank you for reading my stories up to this point. This was the most difficult for me to write since my character, Michelle, provided me with an opportunity to alter her ‘being’. It proved to be an opening to let her true colors shine through and I’m pleased with the result. Hope you are too.



That said it seems writers here have to put caveats on their stories for voters and comments. While I love hearing from you about the story, and your thoughts about what you liked, and even my own faux pas in writing, I’m really not interested in the rantings of some who want to literally beat up on the author (seems many, many authors have this problem — especially in the ‘Loving Wives section). Such comments will be immediately deleted. On voting, less than 1% of people vote so it’s hardly a representative sample. I appreciate your votes when they are an honest representation of how you feel about my story, writing, and concept. As always, when you ‘favorite’ my story, that’s the highest compliment.



Last caveat, this story, like the first, has some mild pain involved. If that’s not for you…



move along, there’s nothing to see here.



All the best as we continue Michelle’s plight with the yard men.




“.. You boys feeling alright?”



“Wha cho do to us?” Ted slurs.



“I just thought you’d like to join in the fun since you’ve been so attentive to me, so I prepared a bit of a cocktail for you. And now, you’re going to have the opportunity to have a little fun with me … only this time it will be quite a bit different.” Michelle almost snickered but kept her demeanor much more in control.



“Now, each of you has just taken a new version of Diazepam. You may or may not know it, but that’s a powerful hypnotic. Used to be something that just allowed you to go to sleep, but this version, which a good friend of mine is working on, has another undertone… it hypnotizes you completely. So, here’s the game we’re going to play. I’m going to give you two words, ‘sleep’ and ‘please’. When I say ‘sleep’ you’ll each fall into a deep sleep. You’ll feel completely relaxed and safe, and you’ll stay asleep until I snap my fingers. When I say the word ‘please’ you’ll have an uncontrollable urge to please me no matter what it is I ask of you. When we’re done with our little game I’m going to wake all three of you up and you’ll only remember that you had a wonderful time, nothing more. You’ll be relaxed and happy, and you’ll have the urge to be nice to every lady on your route. Nod you head if you understand.”



The three wayward trash collectors all nod eagerly in unison.



“What do you say we get started? Wouldn’t you like that? Here, drink this.” and Michelle gave each of them another concoction, this one a bit of an antidote to the sedative effect of the Diazepam but leaving the hypnotic in force for a couple of hours. In addition she’d ground up 200 mg of Viagra for each of the now stupidly willing guys.



“This will take a few minutes to take effect so why don’t you three take a short nap?”



“Tha’s a good idea.” Leroy nods as he begins to lie down.



The lanai was carpeted with Astroturf and all three started to lie down at the same time.



ZAP…



“Wha the heck?” Leroy shouts as he jumps back to a standing position.



“Oh, this. This is a prod. Sort of like a cattle prod only not quite so powerful. I just wanted to see if it worked. Gives a bit of a sting, doesn’t it?” (Yes, this will work if the hypnotic doesn’t.)



“It gives a hell of a sting.” Leroy replies rubbing his stung rear.



“I didn’t tell you yet where to lay down. Now, would you please let me tell you where I’d like you to lay down?”



Leroy, hearing the word ‘please’ nodded eagerly “Yes m’aam.”



“Good” Michelle smiles.



“OK, Leroy you get to lay down here.” pointing to a spot on the carpet. “Lay on your right side and I want your back down flat.”



Leroy follows his instructions.



“Now it’s your turn, Tony.”



Tony starts to lay down in an empty spot and ZAP!! “OWWW.”



“Oh, did that hurt? I’m sorry. Perhaps you didn’t hear me say ‘please’. Tony, would you please lay down with your head in Leroy’s lap. We’re going to create a little circle for you boys where each of you uses the other as a pillow.”



Tony also wanting Michelle to be happy lies down quickly with his head between Leroy’s legs.



“Your turn Ted. Would you please lay down so that Leroy can use you as a pillow and you get to use Tony.”



Ted moves to position himself and Leroy raises his head to make it easy for Ted to create his pillow.



“Ok boys. Now I’ve a treat for you. See that dick you’re laying next to, it sure would please your partner if you would use it as a pacifier when you take a nap. Go ahead, put it in your mouth and enjoy.”



All three looked at the cock in front of them and thinking that it was a weird suggestion, but they find that they really want to please Michelle so they each raise their heads to position themselves appropriately, and place the other’s dick his mouth sucking on it softly.



FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! Michelle took photos of each man with his partner’s dick in his mouth.



Michelle smiles at her handy work and thinks about where she’ll head next with ‘the boys’.



A few minutes go by and Michelle has the beginnings of a plan as the three men wake from their nap. Tony is the first to wake up with Leroy’s now hard cock in his mouth before he opens his eyes the thought goes through his head… (Mmmm… this is nice.) and starts to suck on it instinctively.



Leroy, now feeling Tony’s ministrations on his cock just smiles to himself his mouth slightly open and Ted’s woody poking his cheek. His tongue licks Ted’s cock feeling the smoothness there. (Smooth he thinks to himself.)



Michelle notices the boys stirring and speaks up “Good, good, you boys are waking up. Now it’s time to have a little fun.”



“Tony I’d like you to come over here and help me out a bit. Leroy and Ted, you two can take a seat for the moment.”



Tony moves to Michelle’s side and stands there waiting for her next request.



“OK Tony, do me a favor would you dear? These clothes are a bit too constrictive for me. Unzip my shorts, they zip in the back, and help me off with them.”



Tony not believing his good luck quickly responds and helps Michelle off with her shorts. She lifts first one leg and then the other as he takes the shorts and, sniffing them first, lays them down.



“Now, Tony, you’re going to help me a bit more. Would that please you?”



Hearing the word again Tony says “Whatever you’d like Michelle.”



“Good, good.” Michelle sits on the armchair and stretches her legs over the sides opening herself up completely her flame red patch leading tantalizingly to ‘her’. “I want you to make me cum with your tongue.”



Tony quickly kneels down in front of Michelle and does his best to please her.



Michelle’s closes her eyes and enjoys Tony’s ministrations. While Tony’s macho demeanor would not normally have him be particularly good at this task, it was actually something that he loved doing and, coupled with his desire to please, is heaven for Michelle now unbuttons the corset letting it fall underneath her and starts to pinch her nipples.



She reaches down and pulls his head to her crotch moving it to where she wants him.



“Mmmmm… that’s good, Tony.”



“Leroy and Ted, come on over here would you please?”



Quickly the two of them head to where she’s sitting their flagpole hard dicks waving madly as they hurry to her side.



“Come here close. I want to smell you two.”



Michelle leans her head back as Ted and Leroy stand as close as they can to her. Her head draped over the back of the chair she reaches around each of them and holds them close to her alternately inhaling the bouquet of one and then the other. “Mmmmmm. I love the fragrance of men.” Michelle can’t help it but she’s now going into her ‘zone’ the one where she no longer is in control of her desires rather she gives in to them. She’s not there yet, but she can feel herself slipping… “You know what I like even more? Feeling a cock on my face. Ted, would you please take Leroy’s cock and rub it on my face?”



Ted responds gladly taking Leroy’s cock and rubbing it on Michelle’s nose, cheeks, eyes and forehead. Michelle’s eyes close and she enjoys the soft/hard feeling of the skin of Leroy’s cock on her. She is becoming intoxicated with the smell, the feel and the desire that comes with a cock on her face, while at the same time the ministrations of Tony are more and more reaching their intended goal, her hands still holding him exactly where she wants him.



(Mmmmm nice) “Leroy, I want you to spank my face with Ted’s little man, please.”



Leroy quickly takes hold of Ted’s dick and starts to spank Michelle’s face with it while Ted is still holding Leroy’s cock and rubs it over her forehead onto her eyes. He moves it down to her lips, Leroy’s uncircumcised cock now tracing the curves of those lips and pressed gently on to them before pushing the slit up to her nostril…



Michelle finds herself going into her zone. the place where she just can’t control herself and she needs, rather than wants a man.



“Tony, use your fingers in me too, please.”



Tony responds quickly moving his finger inside of Michelle’s now saturated vagina. his tongue pressing strongly on her clitoris as he reaches in to find her elusive G-spot. Remembering her reactions to Leroy in the garbage truck recently, he moves another finger and presses it into her puckered ass. Now, two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass, Tony’s tongue pressing, and circling her clitoris as his mouth sucks on her, Leroy still slapping her face with Ted’s dick and Ted rubbing her face, cheeks, eyes, and lips with Leroy’s jet black member. Michelle opens her mouth and holds her tongue out desperately wanting to taste the moisture at the end of Leroy’s cock as his precum leaks from the slit on the end of his dick.



“In my mouth, Ted. I want Leroy’s dick in my mouth. Please.” Michelle remembers this word and the power it has today.



Ted moves Leroy’s straining manhood toward Michelle’s now open mouth, Leroy still slapping Ted’s cock on her face. Michelle pulls Leroy hungrily into her mouth going as deeply as she can on him and finds she can’t quite swallow the whole thing. She leans back further in the chair, let’s go of Tony’s head, and pulls Leroy forward, her hands on his ass pressing her face into his pubis, his sac now covering her nose and her tongue reaches out tickling the base of his cock while the aroma of Leroy’s crotch drives her completely into that space where there’s no return.



“Unh, unh, unh…”



She feels her first orgasm welling up inside of her and pulls Leroy even deeper into her mouth bottoming out on his cock which has pressed beyond the sphincter of her throat and on into it and she feels her throat open up much like her anus did the first time she had anal sex with Robert. It was such an amazing experience she just held him there at first, her tongue licking the base of his cock, her nose covered in his soft sac, not believing the feeling of having him completely in her throat.



Michelle climaxes, her body spasms, her head shakes sideways a few times, and she exhales heavily, in again, and out again. The orgasm subsides some though there are ‘quakes’ which have her shiver. She ‘wakes’ to Leroy’s cock still in her mouth and pushes forward wanting to have him in the back of her throat again. She reaches underneath him, her arm around his buttocks, her hand snaking between his legs and starts to tickle his nuts. With her other hand, she reaches around Leroy and wets her fingers with her saliva and wets his puckered hole. Sucking hungrily on his dick she presses a finger into his anus and can feel him now tightening up, his balls move into his body and she moves her mouth back to mid cock on Leroy as she sucks her cheeks in almost pulling his semen out of his engorged cock.



Leroy, not needing any help at this point, lets go of Ted’s dick and reaches under Michelle’s head holding it up as he explodes in her mouth. Squirt after squirt, after squirt fills her mouth until she can’t hold it any longer and some of his fluids leaks out the sides.



Michelle loves the taste of his cum, salty with a smell she had never experienced with a white man. (I wonder if it’s his diet? What a strange thing to think.) Her thoughts raced.



Leroy holds her there as he finishes his orgasm, his own eyes close and his hands cradle Michelle’s head. His cock softens slightly in her mouth and she feels Tony licking her again softly. She breathes in slowly but deeply, pulls her lips around Leroy’s cock and purses them. She licks the top of its head and then the slit pulling the last of his semen into her mouth before she loosens her grip on him, slides her finger out of his ass and pats him on the butt twice.



Leroy pulls himself out of her mouth; Ted quickly takes Leroy’s cock and starts to rub Michelle’s face with it as if his instructions had only been interrupted. Michelle feels Leroy’s spent, wet cock on her forehead again, across her eyes and nose and on down to her distended throat. She kisses it the next time it gets to her lips and says “Thank you, Ted. That’s enough for now.” Leroy has grabbed Ted’s smaller penis and is spanking Michelle’s face with it again. “You too, Leroy. That’s enough for now. You too, Tony.”



Ted and Leroy both let go and go back to standing next to Michelle’s head. Tony stops his ministrations and just leans back, Michelle’s legs wide open and her flaming red patch adorning ‘her’.



Michelle, wondering what will happen if she snaps her fingers, does so. ‘Snap’



The three stop where they are, Ted with a hard on inches from Michelle’s ear, Leroy with his cock now semi- erect on the other side of her head, and Tony not believing his good luck sitting between this gorgeous woman’s outspread legs.



“Now ain’t this something?” Says Leroy looking down on Michelle’s half naked body. He takes his cock in his hand and moves closer to Michelle. He places it limply on her lips. She feels it’s heaviness and lets it lie there feeling also his sack on her cheek. She breaths in deeply, closes her eyes and exhales. As she does this her lips part a touch and her tongue touches the underside of his cock. She kisses him.



Ted takes Michelle’s hand and puts it on his dick starting her stroking him, his hand on hers at first and then letting her continue on her own.



Tony isn’t sure just what he wants to do. He looks admiringly at the ‘Y’ in her legs and then leans forward to kiss her again his tongue pulling her clit into his mouth and realizing that she’s very, very wet, he pulls ‘her’ into his mouth. His hands reach under her and lift her up off the chair groping her ass as he does so.



He rises up and kneels forward putting his cock between her legs and moves it up and down the slit of her womanhood getting it soaked with her juices and his own saliva. He presses in (No!!! Not there!!!) and pushes as deeply in Michelle’s puckered anus as he can.



It was too fast for Michelle and now he’s there, deep inside of her, his hands groping her ass as he plows in. She clinches her cheeks which unknowingly provide him with more friction and more enjoyment.



She shakes her head and this action shakes Leroy’s cock off her lips. She squeezes Ted’s dick hard as Tony is reaming her. She lifts her head up and watches as he plows away at her, her eyes now wide open her mouth in an ‘O’.



Leroy speaks up “I got me an idea.” “Tony let’s help this lady up.” but before he finishes his sentence, Tony shoots into her spurting wildly into her colon. his fingers digging into her fleshy backside.



Michelle reaches forward and wraps her arms around Tony and pulls him to her, her breast in his face. “Bite it. Bite my nipple.” She orders him. Tony, surprised by the command, none the less bites her nipple hard and, as he does, lifts her up straight. He is now standing with Michelle impaled on his cock, her nipple between his teeth.



Leroy takes her place on the chair and slaps her ass. “Bring that bitch on down here Tony.” Tony lifts Michelle up enough to pull out of her ass and sets her now roughly on Leroy’s cock filling her up there once again. As he does, Leroy reaches around Michelle and pinches both of her nipples, pulls her breasts forward as far as they will go and then twists them.



“Aaaaaaaaaaaa” Michelle screams shaking her head. “Yes… yes!!!” through gritted teeth.



Her white skin contrasts dramatically with the blackness of Leroy’s hands and he goes from twisting her nipples to groping her tits.



“You ever had two men?” he asks, not caring what the answer is.



“Ted, come on over and help me out here.”



Michelle is splayed out on the ‘sex’ chair. The chair she and Robert have used several times for just the two of them. Her legs spread over the arms of the chair and her head back on Leroy’s shoulder her arms holding the arms of the chair and her breasts, when they’re not being groped, or her nipples pulled, standing straight up from her chest.



Ted walks quickly in front of Michelle and, as she is rocking back and forth pushing Leroy’s cock deeply into her ass, rubs his penis on her clit getting it wet before pushing it in her pussy.



Michelle has never had a double penetration before and the sensation is one which puts her over the top. She rocks with abandon on these two members when she sees Tony move to her side. His hand moves backward and then…



SLAP! He slaps her breast.



This is enough to send her over the edge and she starts to orgasm. “Oh my God!!!”



SLAP… SLAP… SLAP Tony is getting off on watching her breasts respond to his slaps. the bounce and the redness growing on them.



Michelle can’t help her body convulsing, her climaxes coming again and again.



She turns to her right where Tony is standing and leans forward frantically gulping his dick into her mouth. SLAP



It’s too much. She is jerking her head on and off Tony’s dick, her mouth wide open while she’s rocking wildly on Leroy’s and Ted’s cocks. She feels so full of cock, so surrounded by the smell of sex, the smell of men. And she’s still climaxing.



“Unh, unh, unh…”



Ted pulls out of Michelle’s pussy and points his engorged cock up her body and finishes himself off shooting his load as if it were a rocket. The first spurt hits her on the left side of her face and she feels it even though she’s still blowing Tony with all her ability. The second and third, not as violent hit her on her tits and then belly. He squeezes the last of his cum out of the end of his cock on the flame red triangle of hair that all of them had admired and then he smiles, leans forward and …



SLAP!! slaps her breast.



“Damn lady, you’re HOT!”



Just then Leroy unleashes his next load into Michelle. She can feel his cock swelling and releasing, swelling and releasing as he empties himself in her bowels. Again and again he does this his hands on her hips pulling her down on him to reach as deeply as he could.



Tony too responds. He reaches down and grabs his own dick and pulls it quickly from Michelle’s mouth and starts to cum. His own sperm hits her first just under her eye, then on her nose and finally on those perfect lips. He pushes his dick back in her mouth and, holding it there strokes himself until the final drop has been spent.



Michelle sucks him dry and pulls his softening dick with her lips, opens her mouth fully and leans forward pulling all of him into her mouth again repeating the process. Ted moves to her other side and has his dick on her ear, cheek and in her hair as she’s cleaning off Tony’s. She turns to Ted, takes him in her hand and leads his dick into her mouth too taking the last drops of his semen into her mouth and savoring its feel and flavor. With Tony’s cock in one hand and Ted’s in the other she moves from right to left wiping their cum on her face and stroking her hair with their cocks. She kisses one and then the other alternately sucking on them, kissing them, and wiping her face with them.

My name is Natalie Smart. I am currently studying for my Phd in Classical Literature at a large university in Eastern England. I find my studies absorbing and I guess most will call me bookish if not actually a prude. It’s not that I don’t get on with people, I can be very sociable whenever I want to, it’s just that I quickly tire of them, finding most of them shallow and in the case of the men, interested in one thing and one thing only. Unfortunately I am frequently pestered as I am judged to be quite pretty. My breasts are larger than average, I have a heart shaped face with flashing brown eyes and I work out regularly so my body is quite athletic when I choose not to hide it under my baggy jumpers and jeans. My one concession to my appearance is my hair. I am very proud of the cascades of thick black ringlets falling onto my shoulders.



I have had a few desultory relationships in the past and a boyfriend once told me that I have “come to bed eyes” but to tell the truth I will rather curl up under the blankets with a copy of Ovid or Horace than engage in sexual congress. I have never had an orgasm and in fact, have never felt the need to try for one.



Altogether I am fairly satisfied with my life as I research for my thesis in some dusty corner of the library, apart from one thing and that is my continual inability to sleep at night. I am not keen on drugs as as a solution as I find that they dull my mind and do not give me a refreshing night’s repose. Nor have I found the very many other remedies much help so I was fairly doubtful when I saw a notice in a local whole food cafe. It was pinned on the board amongst the offers of free kittens and old copies of text books next to a very tacky ad for the Sexual Healing Clinic. It was headed Alternative Therapy and claimed to cure a variety of ailments from premature ejaculation to baldness, but amongst the many other empty boasts it claimed to cure sleeplessness. It did not seem at all promising but I had had a very bad night and so thought it worth a try.



Dr Theo Carter was younger than I expected and I seriously doubted whether he was a qualified doctor, but he had mesmeric eyes and appeared very professional in his manner so despite the fees which were much higher than my student budget could really afford, I agreed to a course.



Surprisingly, I found the weekly sessions tremendously effective and I was soon sleeping better than I had for a long long time. However as I was struggling to fit the costs into my budget, after a few weeks I reluctantly told him that I would have to stop. The doctor seemed disappointed at first but gave in after suggesting that I have one last session to reinforce his techniques.



“I’m not sure I can afford it”



“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can work something out.”



And so I agreed.



On this final session I went behind the screen and changed into the robe. Dr Carter had suggested that I will be far more comfortable being nude underneath but I found the idea embarrassing and I always ensured that I kept my heavy underwear on. I don’t think he noticed and it did not seem to interfere with my ability to relax. I then laid on his red vinyl couch and after the customary cup of herbal tea I sank into the trance.



The sessions with Dr Theo were fantastic. I always felt so wonderfully relaxed, but this time it was even more intense. I felt as though I was lying in a lagoon around a South Sea island as the sun was going down. The water was thick and warm as it sank into every single part of my body. There was an intense musky smell of some exotic perfume and it felt like I was immersed in a bath of warm sensuous golden honey. The waves slowly lapped over me in a peculiar yet compelling rhythm that seemed to match both my heartbeat and the cadence of Dr Carter’s voice. I guessed that if I strained I would have been able to make out what he was saying but I didn’t care to do so, I just wanted to stay there forever. “Return to the comfort of the womb,” he had called it, and it was indeed so very comforting although I also found it quite erotic.



Normally when I would wake up I would feel this wonderful warm glow recede slowly like the tide going out from my body, but this time it stays with me as I drink another cup of the Doctor’s herbal tea. He tells me that this is quite usual as he has strengthened the suggestions to enable to me to continue to sleep well in future and suggests yet another cup to further reinforce my relaxed mood.



I leave the practice walking on air, but am disappointed after a few steps to find that the glow seems to be receding. Then I realise that in fact rather than diminishing it is actually contracting as it creeps up my body from my extremities. And it is getting stronger and yet more exquisite as it slowly rises up my arms to my shoulders and then down towards my breasts. My tits harden and thrust out as suddenly as if someone had blown up a balloon and they strain with an unbearable intensity against my bra. I have to fight an urge to rip them free and massage them and this seems somehow to strengthen still further the intensity of this glow.



The tide does not stop contracting. My breasts still feel almost unpleasantly sensitive, but I can feel the glow continuing downwards and at the same time upwards from my toes, my feet, my legs, my thighs. It is with both apprehension and anticipation as I realise where it is inexorably heading and I flush bright red as my breath comes in faster and faster gasps of desire.



It is an almost physical sensation as finally it sinks into my vagina. My pussy clenches and spasms in an unbearable, wonderful feeling of intense joy. I let out a squeal and I clutch the bus stop sign for support as my legs buckle. Then I look round to see the waiting passengers staring at me with assorted faces of disapproval, support, laughter and envy. All I can do is to stare back and try to catch my breath and my dignity.



The bus arrives just then and I plump down on the first seat I can find. My breasts and my vagina tingle with the most delicious feeling I have ever experienced but at the same time they are insisting that I yield to their demand for satisfaction, something which is rather difficult on the front seat of the bus. I reach behind my back and release the catch of my bra. My tits jump out like a jack-in-the-box but still feel constrained by the rough wool of my sweater. My crotch meanwhile is soaking wet. I try crossing my legs but the pressure on my vagina becomes intolerable and finally to make it almost bearable I have to sit with my legs as far apart as I can and the ice blue of my denims glistens darker and wetter as the journey continues.



The bus trip is a nightmare of embarrassment and perverse pleasure. It does not help that the supermarket is a good twenty minutes further on from my flat. I rush into the loo. I am so naïve that I do not realise what is happening to me as I sit in a cubicle massaging my boobs with one hand and trying to mop up my sopping pussy with the other. My knickers are far too wet to keep on but I have to do something to stem the flow. In the end I stuff my bra in my vagina. I helps a bit but as it is made of nylon it does not really soak up much and when I pull up my jeans it seems to make my bulging wet crotch even more noticeable.



Leaving my soaked panties on the floor I rush out to make my purchases and stand in a fog of frustration slowly rubbing my lower body against the checkout shelf as I wait for the other customers to be served.



“Bitch on heat,” says the checkout girl under her breath. I would have complained to the manager but my face is on fire with embarrassment (although nowhere near as hot as my vagina.)



I run as fast as I can to my flat and struggle to get the key in the door. Finally I fall in and with a shriek of relief I throw my bag to the ground, tear off my clothes, release my throbbing breasts and plunge my fingers deep into the wetness of my sex. Despite the strength of my desire to release my pent up pleasure I still feel somewhat detached and have a strong sense of shame that I am behaving like a slut but for some reason this further increases my lust.



I have never really explored my body before and I curse my inexperience for somehow despite my overwhelming desire and my shrieks and increasingly desperate gyrations I must have been doing something wrong for I just cannot climax. It is not for want of trying and I am pretty sure that I am rubbing all the right places but my clitoris which had seemed so sensitive now feels curiously numb whenever I touch it and no amount of pulling and prodding can deliver the pleasure my body is aching for.



I don’t know how long I writhe on the floor, tweaking, pulling, pinching my breasts, rubbing, stabbing and twisting all parts of my vagina, but despite my overwhelming desperation I can get no relief at all and finally I stop out of sheer exhaustion. It is then that I realise that in my haste I have not fully closed the door of my apartment. Any passer by will certainly have heard my lust, and must have seen much of my body as I rolled around in oblivion.



I almost hate myself for the sight I must have been – sobbing in frustration, nude and covered in sweat and dust from the floor, still feebly playing with my nipples and my sex. My hair is plastered to my head and my pubic hair to my mound, with wet strands trapped inside the lips of my vagina. My bush has always been very thick, perhaps that very hair is insulating me from the final sensation, maybe if I cut it off I can become more sensitive and achieve the release I need?



I scramble around for the shopping bag, rush up the stairs to the bathroom and empty the contents onto the floor. It is almost with resignation that I watch the shaving cream roll out of the door and bounce bounce bounce down the stairs through the front door and roll out onto the public landing.



With a huge sigh I plod downwards By now I just can’t care if anyone is around, I march straight out of the door and bend to pick up the can. It is then that I hear the main door of the building slam. The back draft pulls at my front door and I watch in horror as it snicks closed whilst footsteps come up the stairs.



It is Ivan. I don’t know him that well, he lives next door with his girlfriend and is some sort of labourer. I never know what to say to them both and I think they regard me as a bit of a snob. He has seen me around several times but he has never before seen me wearing nothing but a pair of mismatched socks and a sheen of sweat, sobbing in frustration and pounding on a locked door with an aerosol can.



“Good Grief, Natalie, What the fuck’s up?”



Looking at his crotch I can see what’s up but that doesn’t concern me at the moment



“I NEED TO SHAVE,” I scream.



As explanations go this one is bit lacking. There is a very long pause whilst he looks me up and down. He opens his mouth to speak then doesn’t, then he starts again and then still doesn’t With a shrug he bends down to examine the lock and try the handle.



“It’s locked, you can wait next door whilst we call a locksmith.” He turns around from his half crouch with the beginnings of a leer on his face. He hasn’t realise how close I am standing. How my rigid tits don’t poke his eyes out I don’t know.



“NO NO NO NO NO. I NEED TO SHAVE! KICK THE DOOR IN!”



I am jumping up and down with my sweat streaked hair in my wild eyes. My boobs are dancing almost independently and I am brandishing the shaving foam like a war club. There is an even longer pause. I feel that he is going to make another suggestion but then he thinks better and he turns around and crashes his heavy boot against the door jamb which splinters.



In one fluid move I push him aside, slam the door shut and with my other hand hook a chair against the handle to keep it closed then swivel and race up the stairs spraying shaving cream somewhere in the region of my pubes.



In my haste I don’t do a particularly good job with rough patches and nicks on my mound but as I empty half the bottle of baby oil over most of my body I have a look in the mirror. I gasp in admiration. The shocking sight of my baby bare pussy covered in sweat and dripping with oil almost, oh almost enables me to come there and then. It does however give me a great idea and I rush into the bedroom where I spread my legs as wide as I can in front of the full length mirror, insert the shaving cream can and hump and work myself once more into a frenzy of overwhelming but still unsatisfied lust.



The rest of the night passes in a daze. Exhaustion means that I have to stop now and then and sometimes I doze for a while. But my rest is fitful and most of the time I hardly know if I am awake or asleep. Towards morning however I have a particularly vivid dream. I am masturbating still, indeed it now seems as if it is all I have ever done in my life, but what makes this so intense is that I dream that I am lying on a table in the research library in full view of the readers, all of whom are staring and pointing. I feel an extreme rush of shame but curiously this merely increases my lust as I become aware of my exhibitionism. Slowly a figure approaches down the long corridor of the room and as he gets nearer my rutting becomes greater and more shameless. I cannot take my eyes off him and feel that I knew him but I strain to make out his face. Then as I am on the point of recognition, I climax.



This is the first time that I have ever climaxed and part of me tells me that I am a stupid cow to have left it so late. Warm waves of joy riddle through the walls of my vagina, through all the muscles of my body which arches and bucks as if I have been electrocuted by lust. I let out a piercing scream. Slowly I become aware of a banging on the partition wall and shouts of “shut the fuck up you noisy slut” as I open my eyes, become aware of my body which aches everywhere and yet feels totally blissful. I dreamily suck the cum off my fingers as I struggle to regain my senses and remember what it is that has finally caused this joyful eruption.



Then as the memory of the dream returns my frenzy begins again and recalling my shame and my joy, for the first time in my life I frig myself to a successful conclusion. It is even better than in my dream as I float forever on a cloud of sheer joy. I have never in my life before feel anything half so wonderful. My cunt, my breasts, every pore of my skin seem bathed in a blissful glow, similar too but much much greater to the tingle I experienced on Dr Carter’s couch.



The banging and the swearing start up again and at the back of my mind I squirm in shame at the exhibition I have made of myself but as I lie back with my legs wide open drenched in sweat and contentedly playing with my clit I really couldn’t give a fuck.



If I ever feel after last night that I have finally learnt how to come I soon find as I awake that I am wrong. My nipples are still rock hard, still stand out from my boobs like Mount Etna and are just as hot. My vagina still throbs with a deep and burning heat and I still feel on the edge of the most explosive orgasm. Yet like yesterday as soon as I touch it, my bud goes numb and extremely frustrated. Last night I climaxed and it was the most overwhelming experience but I guess that in my inexperience I cannot replicate it now.



I have to concentrate hard as I try to dial Dr Carter as my burning desire makes it hard to co-ordinate on the buttons and to my disappointment I get his ansaphone. I leave a message telling him that something has gone terribly wrong with yesterday’s treatment and can he please ring back immediately. Meanwhile I concentrate on the task in hand, the serious business of trying to bring relief to my demanding pussy.



The morning drags slowly on with straining, prodding and pushing punctuated by groans, wails, occasional banging from next door’s wall and my increasingly desperate calls to the the doctor but he just isn’t returning my calls. Finally when I am considering going round on the off chance, the phone rings. I find it very difficult trying to tell him the problem. I blush and stammer trying to explain that my body is on fire and I can’t stop “touching my bits” but can’t “relax.” He gets quite cross.



“I can’t help you if won’t make yourself clear. I’m a busy man with a busy clinic. Tell me exactly what you’re doing or I’ll ring off.”



In desperation I force myself to explain and it suddenly becomes easy to speak the words I would have been far too embarrassed to use before.



“I’m standing here stark naked fondling and massaging baby oil into my left tit, I’ve pressed the door handle into my bum whilst my right fingers are slowly sliding in and out of my cunt, tweaking my clit, I’ve been like this ever since I left your surgery but I just can’t make myself cum, Doctor.”



There is a brief pause.



“I take it that this isn’t your normal practise then?”



“Doctor I can’t cum I’m desperate to cum ever since your last session my cunt has been full of this deep burning desire to cum but whatever I do I can’t cum I feel that I am on the verge of cumming but I just can’t cum I’ve never frigged off before I must be doing something wrong because I can’t cum but I just don’t know what to do to cum you must help me to cum because I can’t cum I can’t cum and I want to cum I must cum.” I am on the verge of tears, but whether it is from shame or my inability to satisfy my urge I don’t know.



“Well I’m not a sex therapist you know but I can see what I can do.”



Dr Carter explains his idea and I do what he tells me to. I put the phone on speaker so that both hands are free and push the phone into my cunt. With the very first push I feel ready to climax. I thrust in and out quicker and quicker gasping and trying to describe my rising emotions to the doctor. My words must have been muffled most of the time but I think he must have guessed what is up as I reach a crescendo and my cunt spasms the phone out across the passage hitting the far wall as I collapse in a shrieking heap. Surely Ivan will knock the wall down at this rate.



As I retrieve the phone I can feel my incessant desire building up once more but I think I must have convinced the doctor of my overpowering need as he agrees to see me at the end of the day when he has finished with the rest of his clients.



I am still unsatisfied however. The tingle is still there, still growing in my tits and cunt and and I still can’t make myself cum. I try and I try but surprisingly the phone can no longer satisfy me and nor can the various other objects that I spend the rest of the day sticking with various degrees of desperation into my twat. I have no idea that masturbation could be so hard to learn. Why have I not practised it before? Why on earth don’t schools teach useful subjects?



At last the time comes for me to leave for the clinic but then I find a problem that I had not anticipated. I have been naked all day and I have not realised that my cunt is now so sensitive that there is just no question of wearing panties whilst rough jeans are similarly impractical. The only thing I can find bearable is a pleated gym skirt. It is pretty shabby but luckily it is really short so I have plenty of ventilation. My boobs though are another matter.



There is no possibility of wearing a bra and most of my tops are so heavy that I cannot bear the sensation of their rubbing. Finally I find an old T shirt that I’d had from my school days and which I have been using as a duster. It is crumpled and covered in some distasteful stains, but by cutting it as short as possible I it becomes just about bearable to wear. For some time I stare in the mirror admiring the swell of my boobs and the perfection of my bright pink aureole peeking out from below the fabric. My desire is growing and the pent up tension of my pussy is becoming almost unbearable. I really feel that this time I could cum but then I realise the time and have to run for the bus.

I soon discover that running in 6″ heels is not that straightforward. I bought these about 2 years ago for an end of term ball but never had the confidence to wear them before. Dr Carter’s therapy must be working well because the way they stretch my muscles all the way from my feet to my bare bum really turns me on. So as not to overbalance I have to keep my knees together making my feet kick up sideways. Throwing out my tits and rushing along in this parody of the most girly of runs I soon understand why all the bimbos at school run this way as I my labia rub together gloriously with every tiny step.



The bus is about to pull out and I wave and yell as I double my speed and throw myself into the doorway. A huge cheer goes up from a group of lads at the back and, breasts heaving I blow them a kiss and make a mock curtsey to thank them for their concern that I should catch the bus. I plunge onto the red vinyl of the seat with a gasp of relief as it cools my steaming pussy and and only then see that in my exertions my boobs have popped out from my T shirt.



I peel the now translucent cotton from my sweaty breasts, but as soon as I touch my stiff tits a shock of erotic electricity rushes down the length of my body. I gasp out loud as my spine arches and my pussy clenches down on the now sticky vinyl with a loud squelching noise.



Unfortunately the driver must have been newly qualified as his style is very rough Every time he stops he hits the brakes hard and the whole bus jerks forward, prominently led by my tits. Passengers on entering the bus hear a sharp gasp followed by what sounds like a fart and then see a sweat streaked woman, her back arched, squirming on the front seat whilst trying to stuff her boobs back into a ridiculously short see through T shirt



One of those passengers is my Head of Department.



“Hello Professor Lacy,” I say politely. He ignores me and marches straight ahead to the back of the bus. Rude man. I’ve always been taught that courtesy costs nothing.



I have to walk the last mile after the driver throws me off the bus.



A short flared skirt is not really the best thing to wear in blustery weather as the gusts catch it and expose my newly shaved and inflamed pussy. In stretching to hold it down my tits pop out again and so I have to compromise.



With one hand holding down the T Shirt which is barely covering my boobs and the other rubbing hard against the now sopping front of my skirt I take little tottering steps down the street whilst the back pleats of the skirt flap merrily like a ship’s ensign above my naked bum. My cheeks are red with embarrassment.



I finally make it to the clinic and Dr Carter opens the door.



My body explodes in a release of erotic tension. My cunt clenches and releases again and again, and I fall sobbing against the Doctor, slide down his body and collapse at his feet in a puddle of sweat, cum and pee. My eyes travel up his legs, linger longingly on his groin and as I catch his face I immediately come again. Every time I orgasm it seems to get more intense, my pleasure greater, my control less and my desire for more satisfaction become unbearable.



He helps me up without speaking and I climb onto the couch whilst he leaves to prepare the tea.



He stands for a moment on his return and silently hands me the robe. I can’t believe what I have done I have just thrown my clothes on the floor and for the first time my doctor has seen me naked. How embarrassing. With my newly shaved pussy he must think I’m a slut. I really have to get Theo to help me conquer this new obsession or I just am not going to be able to live in civilised society. I have to admit though that the consequences of that last session have awoken a sexuality in me that I have never known before and which I would like to retain if only I could control it. Could the doctor find a middle way and show me how I could satisfy myself, with or without another?



I sink into my trance as easily as ever and lie back as the golden tingling washes over my body. Somehow though it seems pale and lukewarm compared to the intensity I have been feeling, and I feel a degree of sadness as my tits and cunt return to normal. Indeed I feel myself fighting against the outflow. I tense my buttocks and try to suck the glow deeper into my body. I find that if I buck my hips and contract my pussy I can draw the feeling back into my vagina. It is hard work but slowly I get into a rhythm of pumping and contracting and steadily I feel that I am pulling the tingle back into the core of my being. I am moaning and sweating but I am winning and moreover this wonderful glow now seems even more intense than it has before Then at last I succeed in drawing the last bit back into my cunt and once more I scream into an orgasm that I feel in every muscle, every fibre of my body.



Finally my shudders subside and I slowly turn my head towards Dr Carter. He is sitting there silently with a professional manner and then asks me how I feel. He smiles gently when I tell him wonderful but he then points out to me that the robe has come undone and once more I am lying on the couch totally exposed. I move to cover my body with my hands, but as I feel once again the hardness of my nipples I have to start playing with them and the warmth and musk of my arousal gives me no choice but to start fiddling once again with my clit.



I thrust my fingers slowly at first and then with increasing urgency as I become more aroused. It does indeed feel different than previously. I can feel a response from my body that I did not experienced yesterday. The feeling is so wonderful and so urgent as that delicious tension fills my pussy but I am not sure that I am about to come yet. Then I hear a noise from my right and I turn with a shock to see Dr Carter still sitting there impassively. In my passion I have completely forgotten that he is there and my excitement doubles as I realise I am lying fully exposed, frigging in front of a stranger. My hips rise and I feel on the verge of explosion, but what tips me over the edge is the reflection in the mirror of myself bucking and thrusting in front of this man in a white coat. I feel a stab of embarrassment, a greater one of shame but more importantly an overwhelming feeling of lust



I am living the same out of body experience that I had felt yesterday in my dreams but this time it is for real and my excitement and passion soar. My hips rise a good two feet in the air, my cunt spasms and clenches on my trapped fingers and then my bum falls back on the couch with a sharp slap like a gunshot whilst the air screams out of my mouth like the steam from a kettle. I lie shuddering and unable to speak as my heart slowly returns to a rate approaching normal and my fingers walk unchecked once more down to their heavenly destination.



“Well I think we’ve established that you can make yourself come,” says the doctor and I nod somewhat doubtfully. I am not at all sure that my orgasm came as a result of my actions rather from the voyeuristic excitement of my frigging publicly.



“I believe that you are over reacting to your previous repression and I am certain that I can control this, but it may take some time. Can I suggest that you return tomorrow for the day and I’ll try to fit you round my other patients.”



I feel really grateful for the doctor’s help, especially as he states once again that payment can be sorted out later, and after another cup of the herbal tea I get up to leave.



“Aren’t you forgetting something?”



I jump. I have been sitting with Dr Carter all this time discussing my problems completely unaware that I am still naked and I have just been about to leave in the same state. I feel a surge of gratitude to the doctor that he has been so thoughtful in pointing this out and I reluctantly struggle into my clothes and leave the clinic.



The bus journey back is just as bad as before. Once again I have chosen the front seat and I squirm as before, half to relieve my throbbing pussy, half from embarrassment as I am ogled my a group of lads out for the night. I try to ignore the whispered giggles but I do hear snatches of conversations along the lines of “…bangs like a shit house door.” I hate crudity and can’t understand why they should have to discuss their toilet arrangements in public.



The mall is still open and I pop in to get some clothes to replace the totally unsuitable ones I am wearing. I select a tiny lace camisole top that fits like a second skin.



I wonder whether the skirt makes me look slutty, but the red PVC is is the exact same shade as Dr Carter’s couch and the feel of it on my naked skin is wonderful. As I stand in the fitting room I decide it is actually a very practical purchase as I can now finger myself without having to lift the hem. To test this I plunge my fingers into my demanding pussy. How can it be so wet whilst I am convinced it is on fire? Carried away by my passion I plunge and buck on my hand in a frenzy of lust but still my clit feels numb whenever I touch it. My frustration and my volume build still further.



I become aware of a loud knocking on the door of the cubicle.



“Would Madam care to dress more quietly, please”



I am shocked back to reality. There is someone else in the room! Then I realise it is just my reflection. I hardly recognise the figure staring back with wild mindless eyes. It looks ravishing! It is wearing nothing but a wide plastic belt with its hand up to its wrist in its pussy. Its face is flushed, hair plastered to its head and sweat running down its face body and legs whilst its beautiful boobs and outstanding tits heave raggedly up and down. There is a strong heady smell of sweat musk and passion that I find irresistible as my fingers stray back to my twat, but once again I am interrupted.



” Are you all right, Madam. Do you need some help?”



Of course I need some help, but unfortunately not the help that is being offered. I shrug into my top and shakily leave the room.



The Salesgirl gives me a very strange look.



“You’ll have to be careful with those silky straps. If you move too fast they’ll slip off your shoulders.”



I look critically at it in the mirror. My boobs can be seen quite clearly through the flimsy fabric. My nipples stand out like sexy bullets. It is perfect! ” No I’ll be all right. My nipples are so hard that if it slips they’ll catch in the holes of the lace and keep it up.”



For some reason the girl seems to find this amusing. “Do you fancy going clubbing together sometime and we can get some action?”.



“No thanks,” I say, ” I prefer to be by myself.”



She stares at me for a while and then mutters “snotty cow.”



I leave feeling rather puzzled then realise that unlike me she might not have the confidence to go to the sports club alone. Next time I come I will suggest that we will indeed go together to exercise.



The bus is empty as I make my way home but I feel a curious pang of disappointment that there is no one to admire my oh so beautiful body. It does mean however that I can more easily satisfy my urges and I am resolutely continuing my quest for satisfaction when the bus suddenly brakes hard and a stream of curses come out of the dark.



“Sorry Mate,” says the driver to the pedestrian he has narrowly avoided. “I was distracted by that tart on the front seat fingering herself.” Fortunately we have almost reached my home so I run off with my face burning once again. I am determined to complain to the bus company. I am sure that I have been completely discreet, he can’t have seen anything. Well not that much really.



I have to rush to catch the bus the next morning as I have overslept



My dreams of unfulfilled lust have returned. Once again I find myself in the library. As the stranger approaches I can see that it is really Dr Carter and I find myself begging him to fuck me on the library table. But despite my cries and groans he just stands as I fail to frig myself into the orgasm which is my sole desire.



This time Ivan comes round to complain. Rude man. He presses on the bell till I have to answer, I stagger to the door and throw it open. We have a rather curious and very prolonged slanging match. Strangely he seems reluctant to leave. It isn’t until I slam the door on his grinning face that I realise I have been yelling lustily for several minutes completely naked and fingering my bare clit. No wonder he wouldn’t look me in the eye.



I arrive at the clinic and ring the bell. Dr Carter answers the door speaker



“I’m with a client at the moment. I’ll be down shortly.”



I am surprised by my reaction. Memories of my dream flood back but this time I climax immediately. It takes over my life — my heart races, the blood pounds in my ears, my muscles contract, my juices squirt and I collapse against the door and slowly slide down on to the step where I must have sat satiated for some minutes.



“Are you all right Luv?”



I look slowly up at the grizzled face of an old Postman leaning solicitously over me. I can only only nod in dreamy ecstasy.



“I’d put them away at least”



I slowly follow his gaze and realise that the sales girl has been right. Both my boobs have popped out of my top, and I stare in wonder as they rise and fall gently as my heart rate returns to something approaching normal. There is no way that I can ever again cover up these wonderful magnificent breasts with their firm red tits straining out from the delicate pink of my aureole. These things of joy should be worshipped by the world but at the moment I am only exposed to the Royal Mail.



My muscles relax as I let out my breath and I lose control of my bladder. My skirt has ridden up and a stream of amber piss jets out of my cunt and starts pooling in the PVC. The jet looks to me like nothing so much as the jet of a drinking fountain and I have an overpowering vision of the old postie leaning over and drinking from it. The image is so strong that I can distinctly see the the few short hairs on the top of his sunburnt head as he leans and sucks and I let out a sudden burst of nervous laughter, clenching my buns and so making the jet rise a good foot into the air.



We lock eyes for what seems an eternity while I run my tongue slowly round my lips and then the postman shakes his head, grimaces and leaves muttering something about drunken hussy and how it wouldn’t happen in his day.



I can’t care less. I slowly come down from the height of my orgasm, with my wonderful beautiful boobs heaving, my perfect shaven pussy exposed to the world, sitting in a pool of my warm golden piss. I feel a deeper sense of fulfilment than I have ever experienced before.



I enter Dr Carter’s therapy room in a daze of satisfaction There is no way that I can put the robe on and I stretch languorously on the couch seeming to feel its vinyl cover with every pore of my skin. I am fully aware of the doctor’s appreciation of my naked body and so he should. I feel a deep sense of gratification that this wonderful man is willing to help me with my psychological problems.



This time as I lie in my trance I am determined from the start that the glow will not seep out of my vagina into the rest of my body. I feel myself fighting the flow, seeking to retain and enhance that wonderful heat. The struggle seems to heighten the feeling and as I buck and clench and thrust I am drawing deep breaths as I fight to retain this essence. After a long struggle I realise that I have succeeded and I come round feeling like I have run 10 miles with my cunt full of molten lava.



I have not come, however, and my one think is to achieve the satisfaction that I have had before. I am in a frenzy. My one, my only desire is to climax and I have to climax immediately if not sooner. My pussy contracts and clenches and my desperation increases. After what seems like hours I slow down and stare through wild and glazed eyes at Dr Carter, finally aware that he has been watching as I debase myself publicly.



My face colours but I don’t care. I have to ask him politely to help me.



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I lunge for his cock, but he pulls back.



“Ms Smart, I’m a doctor, it will be most improper to have sexual relations.”



I beg him to screw me. I have to satisfy this overpowering burning urge in my pussy. He seems bemused by my inability to achieve satisfaction and tries to talk about it but I’m not sure I am coherent and we seem to be getting nowhere. In the end he says as much in irritation as anything, “well just come then.”



I scream. A pent up dam of frustration roars out in waves of superheated pleasure. I buck and writhe and must have fallen off the couch for when I come round I am lying on the floor in a pool of my own juices looking up like a puppy in adoration of this wonderful man who has just given me so much pleasure. I have finally reached my goal but even so I feel that burning , glowing wondrous feeling seeping back into my pussy and my fingers feebly make their way back to their destination.



“Do you want to come again?”



I nod, incapable of speech.



“cum?”



I come.



“CUM!”



I come!



This continues several more times. Each time my body explodes in joy, each time I cannot believe that my pleasure can be any greater, each time the pleasure is greater and each time my fingers wander back to my twat. I think that he only stops because he thinks my heart will give out.



I lie panting at his feet. The doctor seems puzzled that I am still not satisfied. Despite my pleading he still will not fuck me because of his medical ethics, but finally he suggests a compromise. He will see whether the patient waiting in his other therapy room will be willing to help me out. It seems an awful lot to ask of the man, but I am so desperate for relief that I agree to his suggestion.



I wait nervously as the doctor leaves to sound out his patient. I am not a virgin but the few times that I have fucked before have been brief tumbles in bed that have brought me no joy at all. I have never willingly made love before and so I hope he will understand my inexperience and that he will be gentle with me, It does not occur to me that the naked wanton lying on the couch with her legs wide apart and her hand up to the wrist in her pussy might not be the demure maiden I consider myself to be.



In the end what could have been an embarrassing situation becomes curiously matter of fact. There is no finesse in the experience. I don’t think that the man who entered moves at all as I grab his cock, wrap my legs around his waist and gasp as I feel his prick grow into my cunt. I pump and press desperately, my legs wrapped round his back as my muscles try to suck him ever deeper and deeper. I feel him cum almost immediately but still I cannot. I buck and squeeze even harder and feel another erection returning. I must have wanked him dry but I am no nearer reaching an orgasm. Finally he has to fight me off him as he peels back my legs and rather gingerly walks out of the room to settle the account for his therapy. I guess that he is consulting Dr Carter about some gross sexual perversion because I hear him saying something about a vacuum cleaner swallowing his balls. I am surprised that the doctor finds this funny but I just lie back with tears seeping out at my inability to get satisfaction.



It must have got quite late as Dr Carter explains that he has to close his surgery. A slight problem follows. There is no way at all that I can bear to put my clothes back on but despite my determination the doctor will not let me leave as I am. I am surprised that he seems not to comprehend



“My tits and cunt are far too sensitive for clothes, and besides they prevent me from frigging properly. Anyway everyone should be free to admire my beautiful body,” I explain patiently. He has to respect my logic so as a compromise he suggests that I stay the night in the clinic.

We have one last session. This time I am prepared and I determined that the glow will never ever leave my cunt again. I buck, clench and suck, seeking to retain its overpowering warmth. I am soon covered in sweat as I pant and heave and slowly feel that I have won the struggle, I have reeled it back in and somehow know that it will now never leave my cunt but I still have not come. I look up weakly and beg the doctor once again to fuck me. He looks down sadly shaking his head but I must have looked so pitiable that he allowed me to cum once more. I just don’t know how I can manage without him.



Dr Carter has to go out for the evening but before he leaves he brings me a meal with yet another cup of herbal tea and says goodbye. The tea is as satisfying as always but after drinking it I realise that I have to pee quite urgently. The doctor has left an old fashioned enamel basin for just this purpose and so I squat down. For some reason I can’t pee in this position so I stand up to piss. I have great fun practising my bladder control, seeing how far away I can direct my stream into the basin but then I find another small problem.



The sides of the bowl arch outwards and whilst it is very easy to pick up it is thus impossible for me to drink from without it slopping down my breasts. After a few messy attempts I place it on the floor and start to lap up the ambrosia like a cat. This is very effective although I have to continually swat away the rats tails of my hair which keep on falling into the bowl and into my mouth. Glancing sideways I am so taken with my reflection in one of the mirrors that I daintily raise my bum as high as I can and wiggle it saucily like a frisky kitten as I lick clean the bowl.



The evening then stretches like eternity. Before he left, the doctor has told me not to touch my pussy. He thinks that if I stopped frigging for a while I might be able to control the insatiable desires that are dominating my life but the urge is so demanding that it is causing an agony of frustration. Time and again I catch my fingers wandering down to my twat only to guiltily snatch them away. Then inspiration hits. I am not allowed to touch myself, but something else can!



I look around the room but it is quite bare. The walls are mirrored and the tiled floor slopes gently to a sluice in one corner. The only furniture is the couch in the exact centre of the room. I try rubbing up against a corner of the bed but it is too low when I am standing and too high for kneeling. I am weeping in frustration when I notice that there is a slight mound in the centre of the couch. In a frenzy I start shagging the mound which fitted quite comfortably into my slit although nowhere near deep enough to easily reach my clit. It gives me some small relief. Then I devise a quite elegant solution. Wiggling both my thumbs in my arse gives me some extra stimulation and I can massage my cheeks at the same time!



As I lie humping the sticky red vinyl of the couch I feel a sense of triumph that I have cleverly outwitted Doctor’s commands. If only I could come everything would be perfect!



I have my normal troubled dreams and I awake stiff and uncomfortable. My arms are tingling from cramp and I wince as I slowly manage to extricate my thumbs and then raise them to my mouth to lick them clean. Doctor pops his head round the door, says that he will bring in breakfast shortly and shows me the bathroom. I gaze in incomprehension at the shower. My body is covered in dried sweat and bodily juices whilst my hair is matted with piss and cum. Why on earth should I want to remove these trophies of my ecstasy? Then I see my shaving kit and realise that he wants me to pretty myself up.



I return gleaming into the treatment room. I preen at my reflection and think that my freshly oiled body gleams just like plastic. The Doctor compliments me.



“Your head looks wonderful and I see you’ve shaved off your eyebrows too, my little fuck doll.”



I preen on hearing my affectionate nickname. “I’ve shaved absolutely everywhere. My pussy is the smoothest though,” I say proudly, thrusting it forward and peeling back my cunt lips, hoping against hope that he might fill it.



He laughs and unzips his fly. I almost faint in expectation but once again he has to explain that medical ethics will only allow him to pee in my mouth. How can I be so dumb as to forget that the doctor patient relationship is absolute? I have to admit though that I am disappointed with his prick. It is very thin and it is tiny, barely reaching below his balls. If it was not for the fact that he had shaved himself bare I doubt if I could have seen it. I hide my disappointment and do my best to drink all the pee but my inexperience hinders me and most of it seems to go all over me. I collapse giggling at his feet and he kindly lets me come.



Dr Carter has been considering my situation. My inability to come is surely down to my lack of practice and to this end he has devised an experiment. I must fuck as much as I can for as long as possible and so learn how to orgasm. To this end he will ask all his patients whether they will mind helping me in this experiment. I agree that this seems a very sensible solution and lie back in excitement to await my first volunteer of the day.



I hadn’t known that Dr Carter’s practice is so busy. No wonder he stays open so late into the night. A steady stream of his patients come to help me out. I had no idea that pricks can come in such a variety of colour length and size. I’ve always been a fast learner and I feel quite proud at how I quickly I am learning to perfect my first awkward fumbles and to understand how to prolong their pleasure and avoid damaging what are very vulnerable tools of delight, but despite the many different positions we try, I am no nearer reaching an orgasm myself.



I am surprised at how matter of fact most of the clients are. I’m sure that what Dr Carter is asking his patients to do is hardly a common occurrence, yet they seem to take the activity and indeed myself for granted and treat me almost as an object . There is rarely any talking and when there is I have to say that it is usually very rude. Some are downright horrid.



One man is particularly objectionable. He is very rough and from the start he insists on insulting and abusing me in very explicit terms. He seems to be treating me like a whore. After a few minutes he pulls out and to my horror starts trying to fuck my bum hole! I’m not having any of that, but he seems quite put out when I slap him away. Blow me if he doesn’t then try to put his prick in my mouth. The dirty man. After he has been trying to stick it up my arse!



“That’s enough of that, Sonny Jim,” I yell furiously, and I jump up, and forcing his arm up his back in a half Nelson, frogmarch him to the door, thrust him through it and slam it shut. I stand back, my breasts heaving as I seek to control my outrage when the door opens and he tries to creep back in. His manner is the complete opposite of the objectionable oaf who has been so roundly abusing me, but before he can open his mouth I spin him around send him out again with a firm kick on his arse. Patient or no patient I am having no more to do with this degenerate.



The door opens for a third time. I balance on one leg raising the other for a karate kick to the groin and barely manage to restrain myself as Dr Carter enters. He collapses as my momentum carries me spinning into him and we both end in a heap with my ever wet pussy sitting on his face. I am mortified.



“Oh I’m so sorry Theo, what an awful thing to happen.”



“Well, I’ve have worse. Can I get Councillor Cummings clothes for him?”



Dr Carter squirms out from me, collects the clothes and with a wink takes them out to his client. When he returns with a cup of herbal tea I explained what has taken place, my face burning with embarrassment.



“He is a really rude man, Theo. He kept on using all these really nasty words and he wanted to stick his penis into my bum and my mouth, the disgusting pervert. I don’t know why he should want to do that. I’ll never get to climax that way.”



“You’d be surprised at what people can get off on. You’re really uptight. Let’s try an experiment.”



The Doctor asks me to lie on my front on my couch. I am really wound up so it takes some time before I drift into the trance, but finally the glorious glow once more suffuses my entire body. I know that it will never leave my vagina but I still need to increase its intensity and so I try to suck it in. Because I am on my front I find that I can’t use my pussy to draw it in and instead I have to buck and clench my bum as I try to draw the wondrous intensity into my body. It is hard work but I am winning and I find myself panting and sucking as I struggle to draw it in.



I come round, aware that something is wrong…no, not wrong, something is gloriously right!…Something is filling my arsehole snugly…no not something…a prick is filling my arsehole…not any prick…it is His Prick! Time seems to stand still for ever as I wriggle in ecstasy. Dr Carter is standing still with his huge huge cock stretching my bum and it is the most amazing, most glorious, most sexy feeling I have ever had! As he becomes aware that I am now fully conscious, Theo draws back and then rams forward with one tremendous thrust and I come!



I scream and I writhe with joy but then realise that he is no longer in me. Panicking I squirm on the couch but then see his erect cock is now waiting patiently at my lips. I pounce and I swallow the tool as far down as I can. His taste, combined with my juices and my shit is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced and once more my whole body shudders in an overwhelming erotic electric shock.



I am not so far gone though that I am going to lose his prick again, and as I convulse my hands cling to his glorious sexy buns, pressing him hard against my face and fellating him with my convulsions. My tongue explores the length of his tool from head to balls and I would have crammed them in my mouth as well if I could. I hear a few grunts of pain as in my desire I bite his cock or squeeze his balls too hard. Then he comes….



I cannot believe anything could taste as wonderful as his semen, so delicious, so unbearably desirable. I am desperate to drink it all down but my inexperience must have caused me to let his prick slip out so that his cum shoots all over my face and my eyes and it keeps on coming and coming and somehow no matter how much I try I cannot guide his tool back into my gaping throat. How can such tiny balls produce so much cum and with so much force? My whole face is completely covered in a wonderful sticky paste.



Dr Carter withdraws his deflating prick and I sit back trying to lick his spunk from my lips.



“Aren’t you forgetting something?”



Of course. Where are my manners? My selfish desire to drink his come has made me forget to clean him up.



“I am so sorry Doctor.” I lean forward and delicately lick the last of his spunk from his tool and then clean his entire groin taking care not to get any of the mess on my face onto his gorgeous body. I linger for sometime pressing my tongue as deep as I can into his bum before drawing back onto my haunches. He is obviously pleased with my conscientious cleaning.



“Don’t lick it off. Let it dry on your face. Semen is great for the complexion. You’ll never worry about wrinkles again”



“Thank you Theo,” I say and he kindly lets me come once again.



When I recover I excitedly ask him whether I am now cured having come twice of my own accord.



“One swallow does not make a summer.” He says as he zips up his fly. “We need to see how you get on with others of my patients first. You’re obviously improving but you need to improve your technique if you are going to climax regularly.”



Unfortunately the Doctor is right. For the rest of the day my every opening is entered, banged and ejected into as a constant stream of his patients try to help me climax but I never manage to cum again.



If I am ever going to be able to cum I have to improve my skill so Dr Carter brings in a plasma screen. I am delighted to find that as part of his research he has been filming all of my encounters. Now I can admire in close up my beautiful body as it rapidly gains a coating of piss sweat and cum and see where I can improve my performance. My fucking will improve in leaps and bounds.



Dr Carter likes to come and talk in the mornings after breakfast. One day I catch him in a reflective mood.



“Do you enjoy doing that?”



I am lapping up my piss from my bowl as usual, saucily raising and wiggling my bum whilst he watches. Hoping against hope that he will he will fuck it.



I give it some surprised thought. “Well I hadn’t thought of it either way before. Its just something everyone has to do like shaving your pussy or your head or… eating your shit or cutting your nails.”



This reply seems to amuse him



“Well which do you prefer. Being penetrated in your vagina, anus or mouth?”



“Cunt arse or mouth.” I muse, “It’s so hard to choose. I always seem to prefer it wherever I’m being screwed at the time. They’re all great fun but it will be even greater if I can ever come,” I say wistfully.



“We’ll have to devise an experiment,” he says, and then because I am looking so sad he lets me come twice.



“Thank you Theo.”



The next day I am surprised when three lads enter the room together. I have learnt to accept the attitude of most of Theo’s patients but I can’t really understand why they should be so offhand if not downright rude despite their showing an initial compassion in agreeing to help find a cure for my problem. These three are even more objectionable, treating me not as a person but as an thing.



They don’t introduce themselves which is always rude but I catch their names as they kid around, joshing and generally acting Jack The Lad.



“Gawd, look at the tits on that,” says Bazza with a leer. “They’d poke your eyes out from 2 feet away.”



Jimbo is a man of few words, but just squeezes my bum.



“I’ll take the cunt,” says Delroy, “those lips look right for fucking.” He then lies down on his back my couch, my couch! as though he owned it with his legs dangling onto the floor. I am intrigued though. I examine his cock thoroughly, much to the lads amusement. I have never seen a black cock before, it is a bit thicker but it not much different from all the others I have experienced recently.



Keeping ny legs straight, I bend down from the waist and delicately take the head of his tool in my mouth. The lads cheer as I look saucily up at them and then continue downwards savouring its taste and feel against the back of my throat. I squeal as without warning Jimbo enters my arse. His prick is not as thick, but my God it is long! Does he have an eel in his pants? I can feel it sliding up and up and up until finally his pubes tickle my bum. I am half expecting it to come out of my mouth. With one move he lifts me up and then thrusts my cunt onto Jimbo’s erect tool.



My cunt is now far more constricted and I can feel Delroy’s cock pressing against Jimbo’s through my walls. It is exquisite. In this position Delroy cannot drive hard but Jimbo can. Each thrust raises me up and then I slide down Delroy as I shag him. As the two of them move into a rhythm my excitement and my lust increases.



Bazza has been watching as we groove into our rhythm but then he draws out his prick with a flourish.



“What do you think of this then Darling?” he smirks as he prods against my mouth.



Not much, if truth be told. It isn’t as thick as Delroy’s and nowhere near as long as Jimbo’s and it is decidedly cheesy, but I have always been taught not to speak with my mouth full. I get to slurping with a will as I feel it tickle my tonsils.



The constant stimulation of my arse and my cunt as they build up a steadily increasing rhythm is driving me against Bazza’s cock and driving me wild. My boobs are heaving and my breath coming in ever shorter gasps as waves of pleasure pulse through my body. I am going to cum of my own accord. God I know I am going to cum soon, it is building, building, building pressure.



Jimbo thrusts hard. I rise up Delroy’s prick and drive into Bazza’s cock. I slide back down Delroy and squeal and bite down in ecstasy…



Bazza’s scream is as unnerving as it is unexpected. I flinch and my entire body clenches down whilst the muscles of my cunt contract and become rigid in shock. Delroy and Jimbo begin struggling and swearing as I squeeze hard on their trapped pricks.



Bazza is yelling in agony but myself Delroy and Jimbo are all stuck in a three way dog tie. The harder they struggle the harder my muscles clamp down, firmly anchoring them in my body.



Dr Carter comes running in and surveys the scene. Bazza is standing in a half crouch with his hands clutched to his cock, blood running through his fingers. Delroy is pinned on the couch by my body whilst Jimbo is alternately pummelling my back and pushing on it as he stretches his firmly clamped tool. The lads are swearing blue murder and I am wailing in despair. I had been about to come! I was going to climax! And it has all been ruined by that bastard Bazza!



The doctor leaves the room and then returns a few minutes later. I can tell he is really worried because he is wiping away tears of what must have been nervous laughter. He uses the time honoured solution to a dog tie by throwing the bucket of icy water over our groins. The shock loosens my muscles and with a pop like a champagne cork Jimbo withdraws from my arse. I lever myself off Delroy, leaving what seems like a deflated slug resting on his crotch. Both lads start vigorously rubbing their tools, trying to get some blood and feeling back into their withered members. Bazza is cupping his prick, fairly sure that it is still attached but afraid to look down in case it isn’t. I furiously plunge my hands into my cunt and into my bum and begin frigging like an Olympic marathon. I was about to cum! Perhaps I still can!



Having determined that he is still attached to his cock, Bazza now seems more concerned about his therapy fees.



“Give me a refund you bastard. I don’t pay £100 just to be castrated by a fucking whore!”



My nerves are on edge. I hadn’t liked these guys in the first place, and this is the last straw. My hands are busy inside my cunt and arse and I’m not going to lose the chance of a climax, so I run across the room and head butt Bazza hard on the bridge of his nose. I feel the cartilage break and a stream of blood flows out together with a stream of curses. One hand now covers his nose, the other his cock and blood pulses through the fingers of both. Dr Carter pulls me back and tries to soothe my fury.



“Come, come, Natalie.”



I scream and writhe, finally released.



My body heaving with great gasps I look up from the floor. Delroy and Jimbo seem to have recovered from their ordeal but Bazza is still cursing and arguing and trying to ease the pain of his damaged body parts



“The fucking bitch. Twat her one Delroy.”



“You can twat her if you want to. I’m not hitting her, that cocksucking cunt is fucking mental.”



I am still wound up and with a roar charge at Delroy. He is on the other side of the room though so we end up with us running round and round the couch, me yelling and frigging, Delroy screaming and rubbing his cock and Bazza swearing constantly covered in blood. Dr Carter reluctantly ends the pantomime in the only way he can.



“CUM, CUM, CUM.”



Whilst I writhe on the floor in a delirium of joy. He ushers the three lads quickly out of the room and slams the door.



“So why did you attack Delroy?” Dr Carter asks some time later as I lie back on the couch savouring the tea.



“He called me a cocksucking cunt”



The Doctor thinks for a while.

“Well, strictly speaking he is right.”



I look sharply at him. Is he teasing me?



“Let’s face it, most of my patients don’t think of you as a person when you’re copulating, you’re just a receptacle for their semen, in other words a cunt. And what are you doing to Bazza just before his unfortunate accident?”



As always Theo’s logic is unshakable. I think for a while. “You’re absolutely right as always Doctor, I am a cocksucking cunt! I should apologise to Delroy. I think for a while. I won’t say sorry to Bazza though, he called me a whore and that’s wrong. I will never stoop to selling my body for sex…are you all right Theo?”



Dr Carter must have swallowed his tea the wrong way. He had snorted and is sitting on his chair choking. I pound on his back as he slowly recovered.



“Thank goodness you’re OK Doctor, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”



He composes himself and I settle down on the red vinyl and once more fall into my trance.



I awake much later from a far deeper trance than usual. Usually I would be aware at one level of where I am, but this time it almost feels as if I have been anaesthetised. I did have extraordinarily vivid dreams though, all based on my sucking an endless stream of ice cream or lollipops all with a flavour that is almost orgasmic.



My head feels thick and my mouth feels as though it is stuffed with cotton wool. My tongue feels twice its size as I run it round my gums trying to find out what is wrong. Realisation hits hard just as the Doctor enters the room.



“Feo, my teef are missing!”



Dr Carter looks a bit uncomfortable.



“Yes, we had to remove them all. We had no choice, it is a health and safety directive…”



“But my teef…”



“We can’t have our patients penis’ bitten off you know. Bazza needed several stitches.”



“Oh the poor man! I had no idea I had hurt him so badly when he was only here to help with my cure. I’m so selfish to worry about myself when he was so badly injured.”



“We do need to make sure that the directive has been properly implemented”



He unzips his fly.



My gums are feeling quite sore but I have to admire Theo’s dedication and I feel it would be most selfish to put my wishes ahead of his desire to ensure the safety of his patients so I carefully take his cock in my mouth.



It is a revelation! Without teeth my gums and mouth can embrace his cock like a sensitive condom. I can feel the glans and each and every vein pulsing, every throb transmitted directly through my gums, through my mouth down my throat and to my tender clit. The head hits the back of my mouth with an ecstatic jolt and I suck harder then tongue it back then deeper again down into my throat. With each thrust I try to suck him further down, down towards my demanding clitoris. The taste of his flesh, of his sweat is even sweeter than in my dreams. I can feel the moment coming, the urgency building up and he comes!



And I cum!!



I don’t care about my complexion, I will not release his prick, I need every delicious drop of his spunk and I drink deep savouring his beautiful nectar with my gums clamped firmly around his shaft as my pussy clenches and spasms in joy in time with my swallowing.



Finally I release his now clean and limp prick and sink back in satiation. “Fank you Feo” I gasp as I my tongue licks languorously round my empty gums and I’m not sure whether I am thanking him for the orgasm or for having the foresight to remove my teeth and so increase my pleasure. I hardly notice him leave.



Time is a very hazy concept as I stay in my room on my couch, screwing all who enter. All I know is that it is sometime later that my tutor enters the room. I recognise her immediately. We have always got on very well and she is the nearest person to a friend that I have. I am touched that she too has volunteered to help with my therapy and I determine to make her experience as enjoyable as I can.



In one rapid move I tear down her skirt and and panties and bury my head hard in her groin. The unexpected force of my action must have aroused her lust as I can taste her juices starting as soon as my tongue probes into her pussy and she screans with shock and pleasure. I am pressing her back hard and to maintain her balance she is forced backwards, but with her knickers wrapped around her ankles she has to back off in little bunny hops whilst I pursue her crouched in a duck walk.



She hits the wall with a thump. She lets out a another scream at the top of her voice and the contraction seems to suck me even deeper into her pussy whilst the first of her orgasms clench down on my tongue. My toothlessnes is just as effective in a pussy as it is on a cock. I can nibble and suck her clit as hard as I can without danger and I have more direct contact on the fleshy part of her lips. I think I will drown as her sweet juices flood down my throat. I double my efforts in a kind of jealous lust. She is having my orgasms! I want them! She screams and writhes in my clutch as my thigh muscles jerk and slam her back again and again and again against the wall and I can only wish that I could share the extremes of joy that are consuming her.



Slowly I become aware of her fists beating feebly on my head. I reluctantly withdraw my tongue and look up to see her still wearing the top half of her business suit, slumped against the wall, her legs buckled and her juices running down her legs onto myself and onto the rumpled skirt at her feet. Her head is pressed far back. Her huge gasps of exhausted satisfaction making her boobs rise and fall in time with my own gasps of exhausted frustration.



Then she is pulling at my fingers, trying to pry them loose from their vice-like grip on her buns. I am still too spent to help and watch as she peels them back one by one. I can see the bruises on the creamy smoothness of her bum as she struggles with each of my fingers . She will have to sit down very carefully for the next few days. I lean back and we both slowly calm down. Simple courtesy demands that I introduce myself.



“Good afternoon, Ms Smif, I’m surprised to see you here”



She gasps and stares down at me. “…Good God…Ms Smart?” she says tentatively. I sit back on my haunches licking her cum from my lips, my bald scalp gleaming to match my bald pussy, my naked body, oiled and sweaty and heaving whilst my fingers automatically toy with my clit. I guess l that I do not look very much like the prize Honours student who has regularly sat by the fire in her study discussing Greek epic literature.



“Yes, but I’m trying to free myself from all personal bonds so I’m now just called Cunt” I say proudly. “Have you had a chance yet to assess the last chapter of my fesis regarding the influence of Minoan myfology on the belief structures of the Iliad?”



“… er it is fine…very good… yes very good…” and she hobbles out the door, trying to pull up her skirt whilst her panties still dangled round her feet.



I wail in despair and utter humiliation. What can I do? My career is ruined. Her mumbled reaction sounds so forced. Obviously my work is seriously flawed and she is far too polite to admit it. How can I possibly hold my head high in academic society if she lets it be known that my thesis is not up to scratch?



As I sit sniffling, too dispirited even to frig with much enthusiasm, Dr Theo enters the room. My dark despair increases even further when I see that he is far from happy. Apparently Ms Smith was giving him a hard time about my presence here. For some strange reason the bitch seems to think that my change in circumstances might not have been of my own personal choice. It was only by using all his persuasive skill over a cup of tea that Dr Carter has managed to stop her contacting the university or even the police. She has agreed to delay talking to to the authorities until after she has seen me again.



“But You mustn’t talk of personal matters to my patients, Cunt. I upsets them and distracts you from your cure. You need to concentrate solely on giving pleasure if you are ever going to achieve you desire for an orgasm.”



Sobbing, I beg his forgiveness for being so selfish. Dr Carter is about to ban me from ever speaking again, but I point out that some of his clients find it necessary for me to keep up a running commentary whilst screwing, so Theo kindly lets me continue to talk but restricted to purely sexual matters.



The next time I see Ms Smith is revealing in every sense of the word.



I am lying frigging fruitlessly on my couch when a pair of boobs come jiggling through the door. These are not just any boobs, they are Magnificent Boobs! Full and perky they sway jauntily as if they have a life of their own. They are wrapped loosely in a white blouse so sheer as to be almost transparent. The delicate pink of the aureoles manage to peep cheekily out of the top of that stunning cleavage. Surprisingly a few of the buttons are still done up but for how much longer can they resist the rampant pressure of those carmine tits?



Next there comes a pair of legs, balanced precariously on ridiculously high heels they go up and up and up and then vanish into a scrap of latex whose glorious shade matches perfectly the red of my couch. The skirt is not so much a second skin as sprayed on and it barely coves the downward swell of the shapely buns as they join those magnolia thighs.



Following closely behind comes Ms Smith herself. All trace of the academic has vanished. Her hair is now released from its bun and hangs in ragged strips across her face down her neck and halfway down her back, her cheeks are flushed and her tongue is slowly wetting lips whose colour matches both the tits and the skirt. Her breath is low and ragged as she catches my eyes.



I am too shocked to move. She looks a complete slut. What sort of way is that to attend the clinic of such a respected doctor? It shows a complete disrespect of his profession.



Ms Smith is unaware of my disapproval. One shrug and her tits escape their flimsy covering. Then still watching me she places one long red fingernail on each hip and runs them slowly upwards, prises them under her skirt and then slowly rolls it up her waist to reveal a freshly shaved and glistening pussy. The lips of her cunt are moist and swollen and just as red.



Her head darts down to my pussy whilst she swings those never ending legs round to press her own cunt to my mouth. It is an offer I just can’t refuse. My tongue thrusts into her hole and I suck long and hard at her sweet sweet juices. I nibble her clit as she nibbles mine and in mutual desire we both thrust hard into each others mouth. We start a rhythm of thrust, suck, clench and push, a syncopated erotic ballet as we try to satisfy ourselves and each other. Previously my tutor had come quickly, in fact she had come quickly many times but this time strangely she seems to be finding this goal as hard to achieve as I am. Our frustration grows as our speed and rhythm and intensity increase in our mutual desperation to achieve a climax that neither one can achieve.



We might have been fucking for hours, days for all know, but all to no avail. Finally sheer exhaustion makes us slow our rhythm and then come to a panting pause. We sit up and move our legs off to the side of the couch, a pair each on each side so we can sit shoulder to shoulder like a couple on a love seat. We are both dripping with sweat with our boobs heaving as we gasp for breath. Her tits are so tempting that I move to suck them, but with a huge effort of will Ms Smith stops me gently.



“…No, no not yet Natalie, later. I need to talk to you. Tell me what’s wrong. I’m worried about how you’ve changed. I want to help you.”



Well of course she does. This is the whole reason why she and the other patients are taking part in Dr Carter’s experiment.



“I need to cum.”



“Well, yes… yes we both do, but this is so unlike you. Why are you so different? Is everything all right? How can I help your problem?”



“I need to cum.” Impatiently I thrust her fingers hard into my wet cunt.



There is a long pause. She starts again. “I talked to Professor Lacy about your thesis. He is most impressed. He says that some of your insights are most astute. Why have you stopped coming to our seminars? Something’s wrong here. We would both like to help you sort out your problems. Tell me”



What is the stupid tart wittering about? I have been as clear as possible in telling her what I need and she is going on about some meaningless essay. She says she wants to help but she isn’t even frigging me. Her fingers are just resting there in my cunt.



“Eat my pussy!”



She just sits with her mouth open, motionless. I sense that she wants to continue with this useless talk but I have had enough. I snatch her fingers out and thrust my own in deeply and frantically resume my endless quest for satisfaction. She seems troubled but her eyes are drawn to my fingers prodding and probing and her desire grows again. Slowly her own fingers drop and she inserts them delicately into her own hole.



I can’t be bothered with all this philosophy. I stare insolently into this slut’s eyes as she makes a public exhibition of herself. I increase my speed. She stares back as though mesmerised and increases her speed. I slow down, she slows down. I raise my hand and pinch and twist my right tit, so does she. I move over to the left tit and so does she. For some time we perform as mirror images tweaking and probing and gasping in unison. Then I shuffle forward slightly on the couch to raise my bum so that I can thrust my thumb into it. She does the same, but as she shifts she sees the image of the doctor in one of the mirrors. He has come into the room and has been silently watching us for some time.



Ms Smith jumps up and now even her blushing cheeks match her colour scheme. She is the most colour co-ordinated tart I have ever seen.



“Oh my God, Dr Carter how embarrassing! You really must cure me of this awful exhibitionism.” With that she runs out of the room in a curious knock kneed fashion that make her buns bounce almost as deliciously as her tits.



Stupid Cow. How on earth did that ditzy slut ever get a job in the university? She has shamelessly exposed herself to a professional man and is such an airhead that she can’t even remember to take her clothes with her! How could a slut like that ever think she could help me? I just continue frigging my twat and my bum having transferred my gaze into the doctor’s eyes, all the time smiling politely and licking my lips. After a few minutes he comes over and pats my bald head. He smiles and and as my body explodes in bliss I knowing that I am the luckiest Cunt in the world.



I see Ms Smith one more time, and that is not in person. A long and ceaseless stream of Dr Carter’s patients come and visit, singly and in groups. Every position ever invented by the Kama Sutra and a few new ones are attempted. Every hole is poked probed and cum into and over many many times. Whenever there is a break I study the recordings both to see how I can improve the pleasure I give and also to see whether I can succeed in cumming by copying the clients’ actions. My technique improves constantly but I am still no nearer to cumming by myself.



I watch the screen as a naked body is being buggered. Its bald head is rolling from side to side and loud screams are coming from its toothless mouth. It is lying on its back on a red vinyl couch with its legs raised up along the torso of the pumping giant and its feet wrapped around his neck. It raises its bum and thrusts hard against the ever faster fucking and its boobs bounce hard and high….Wait…those are not my boobs! I know those deep red rock hard tits…its Ms Smith! What is the slut doing here?



I sit back in consternation. She is now kneeling on the couch sucking every inch of his dick and waving a beautiful arse high in the air. Now she arches her back and raises her head to catch all the spunk on her face, and still her fingers are thrust deep into that perfect pussy, pushing probing, pinching…she is still trying and still failing to cum…



“You’re very quiet today,” says Dr Carter as I lie on the couch drinking tea. “Feo, I’m worried that I am still unable to come. I must have been screwed oh at least, oh … many times” (lately I am finding it increasingly difficult to do complex tasks like counting) “and I seem no nearer to reaching a cure. I really can’t stay much longer whilst you treat me for free, it’s not fair on you or on your other patients There must be some way to cure me”



Theo tries to reassure me but I break in. “I’m beginning to fink fvat you’re might not be trying as hard as you could. I fink you might even be getting some perverse form of enjoyment from what I am doing. Why is Ms Smif here? Why can she no longer cum? Why is the tart stealing my patients? Where are her teef? I want answers…”



“Oh my god, Feo, I’m so sorry…”



I have done something really bad, something unforgivable. In my agitation I have thrown my mug of herbal tea all over his face. How could I hurt my benefactor? Time stands still. I stare horrified at the doctor as he sits impassively. His face is set like stone. Have I gone too far? Will he throw me out? What will I do without him and his kindness? I wait, hardly breathing. How will he punish me?



He then gets up, pours me another mug of tea and hands it to me and motions me to drink. It is scalding hot, but in my fear I gulp it down. He gives me another and yet another all the time staring deeply at me with terrible unblinking hooded eyes that seem to grow and grow and completely fill the whole room whilst I stare back in frightened anticipation. I cringe back, thoroughly cowed, scared at what I have done, scared at what he might do.



I piss myself.



“Clean it up”



A pool of pee lies on the couch, dripping onto the floor. Frantically I suck the drips from the edge and lick up the pool as fast as I can.



“The floor too”



I kneel with my arse high in the air and lick and suck as hard as I can till both floor and couch are clean, all the time looking up, pinned by his implacable stare.



He starts talking quietly but forceably in a long long monologue.



“You’re trying too hard, you’re too selfish, your willfulness is stopping you from concentrating on the very goal you crave. You must disassociate yourself from your needs. You need to achieve a zen calmness. I can cure you, I can make you cum, but it will change you forever and you will never be able to return to what you were.”



I stop listening as soon as he says he can make me cum. I jump up, clinging to his coat staring up at those eyes and desperately humping his leg like a puppy on heat. “Anyfing, anyfing. Make me cum now Doctor. I’ll do anyfing.”



“He shakes me off, brushing at the stains I have left on his coat.



His disdain defeats me. I slink back to the couch. He continues talking in his compelling manner.



“You must banish your personality, subject yourself to the wishes of all others, concentrate your whole being, all your senses on the desires of others and satisfaction will follow. You have to accept that you are no longer a person, you are a thing. You are a thing with no desires of your own, but with one overriding compulsion. A thing to be used in any way by anyone to bring them to the peak of pleasure”



It nods in complete understanding.



You are not a person, you are a thing, a fuck doll. A Fuck Doll has no will of its own. It exists to pleasure others. Unless its user tells it to It does not pleasure itself!



One hand jumps guiltily out of its cunt and the other stops rubbing its tits.



“A Fuck Doll does not move, nor is it able to speak unless commanded to talk dirty by its user. It is always ready to accept any command from its user. It is there solely to be used in any way the user may wish. Any hole is waiting to be filled and must be displayed with maximum accessibility.

Jayne whispered in my ear. Seeing her boyfriend go down on me really got her off. “What about your boys outside? Think they would go for a blowjob and I’d love to see John take a stiff one up his ass. Maybe a little gang bang. What do you think?”



I couldn’t believe what this 23-year old fox was asking me. She wanted to see this guy she had been seeing behind his wife’s back in a little gay action. Now that she knew he played both sides of the field, she wanted to watch. What the fuck did I care?



Jayne saw my reaction and knew that the thoughts were swirling in my head. I wasn’t sure I wanted the crew that worked for me to be involved in something like this. But then again, I’d never had a guy go down on me nor had I ever fucked a guy up the ass before. This was all a bit new to me.



“Tell, you what, I’ll make it worth your while. You get those blokes in here, fucking Johnny over there, and I’ll join in. We’ll have ourselves a regular little orgy. Me and Johnny taking on the whole lot of you,” Jayne smiled as she bent down and stuck her hot tongue in my ear.



I’m not sure I cared much about watching John get fucked up the ass but the thought of Jayne taking on all the guys had my cock stiff as a rod.



“Okay, deal,” I answered back. “You explain the plans you have to John. I’ll go get the guys.”



“Bloody awesome,” Jayne shot back. “Hey, there’s Fosters in the fridge. Go ahead and get them loosened up a bit first.”



I slipped back on my trousers and took a few cold ones out to the boys. I chatted a few minutes before I broke the news that the lady of the house and the hubby were a bit on the kinky side and asked if they were up for something a little unusual. I explained that he was Bi and his wife always wanted to see him get used by a couple of guys. She was also a gamer and promised to suck and fuck them all if they agreed to do her hubby.



Of course Jayne and John weren’t married but I figured no one in my crew would know that. I was a little taken back that they were all beside themselves at the thought. Gulping down their lagers the boys were anxious to get at both Jayne and John.



I wanted the mood just right so I encouraged each to drink another beer before we went back to the bedroom.



Cliff, Rod, and Brent were raving when they got a load of Jayne in her naked splendor. Rod was the first to pull down his fly and make his way over to Jayne who wasted no time reaching into his trousers and pulling out his meat. The look on John’s face was more one of panic as he realized what was about to happen.



Going down on me was one thing but taking on the whole lot shook the old boy up. His trepidation was put behind him quickly as Cliff pulled his own pants down to his knees, grabbed the back of John’s head and pulled him roughly to his cock, “Suck it faggot!” Cliff taunted him.



“Show your wife what a good cocksucker you are and when you’re done I’m gonna fuck the bitch. Matter of fact, we’re all gonna’ fuck the bitch,” he chided him as he took a gulp of his Fosters.



John did exactly that as he went to work on Cliff’s cock as he moved his mouth up and down on his hard shaft. Meanwhile Brent moved over to Jayne and bent down on the bed and began feasting on one of Jayne’s pink nipples. I did the same, taking her other breast in my hand and sucking on the little nub. Jayne was working Rod’s cock over as she slurped noisily on the hot flesh.



Brent moved down the bed and parted Jayne’s legs and began licking her hot little box that just minutes earlier had been gripping my cock. Brent took up a position between her thighs, the red hair of her snatch parted by his face which moved up and down her juicy slit.



Rod was pushing his cock in and out of Jayne’s mouth as she ran her talented tongue around the crown of his dick. Jayne threw her strawberry locks to one side as she feasted on his cock. I looked over to see Cliff push John onto his back as he raised the fucker’s legs and slid his cock, wet with John’s own saliva, into his anxious hole. John groaned as the cock eased in but he didn’t resist as he took the hard dick without reservation.



Figuring what the hell, I moved over the bed and having removed my pants positioned my own cock to John’s mouth. He took the dick in greedily as he sucked with abandon. John was now getting it in both ends as we worked this fucker over.



“Thats right mother fucker,” Cliff taunted him. “Take that dick, work it. Show your old lady what a faggot you are!”



Brent slipped off his pants and I laughed as I saw him struggling with them at his ankles. But eventually he freed himself and moved between Jayne’s gorgeous toned thighs and pushed his penis between her slick folds. Jayne wrapped her lean legs around his back and pulled him in. She was in a frenzy and excited as hell as she bucked up against Brent while still sucking Rod’s meat.



Her eyes were glazed over like a woman possessed as she looked over to see John sucking my cock while Cliff pounded his ass. I thought Cliff had broke something the way he groaned as she shot his load deep up John’s hole. John’s own little pecker was bouncing madly on his belly as Cliff thrust, lifting his ass off the bed and back down again as he orgasmed.



Jayne came too just seeing and hearing Cliff and John. Jayne’s sounds were muffled on Rod’s hard cock as she worked it up and down with her fingers wrapped tightly along his shaft.



Cliff had pulled out of John and collapsed in a chair over by the dresser as he nursed the beer he had left there eyeing the action around him. Meanwhile Jayne urged Rod to fuck her lover, “Fuck him for me baby. Do him. I want to see it!” she encouraged him.



If Rod was hesitant, it was quickly overcome by the look on Jayne’s face as he took up a position between John’s outstretched legs. Lifting them over his shoulders, Rod’s cock slid into the cum drenched hole and began fucking Johnny’s asshole. John simply rolled his head back and continued to swallow my cock as his tongue bathed the head.



“Yea, fuck me. Fuck me with that hard cock,” John moaned betraying his true feelings. “Fuck me harder,” John urged as Rod started to really get into it now as he slammed up against John’s ass. Seeing Jayne and John both getting it, I felt my balls tighten as I launched my hot load into John’s mouth and across his face.



John had the same lustful look on his face that I had seen on Jayne’s as he licked his lips of the cum that trailed across, savoring my huge load.



Rod went after John pretty good as Jayne taunted him herself, “Fuck that ass. Shove your hard cock up his ass. He’s such a faggot. You love that dick don’t you Johnny. You like that hard cock up your man pussy,” she teased.



“Yea, oh fuck yea, I like it. I love that cock up my ass, fuck me,” John groaned. Rod accommodated him as he pumped wildly until feeling his own load, pulled out and shot a stream across John’s stomach.



Cliff meanwhile had slipped into the bathroom and cleaned off his cock and was ready for round two as he took up a position at Jayne’s mouth. She hungrily took in the meat which swelled between her plump lips.



Before we were all through all three guys had fucked John up the ass. I settled for a blowjob and was too exhausted to cum for a third time.



Jayne had cum in her strawberry blonde hair and leaking out her pussy and John was covered in it. He had a pool on his stomach and on the side of his face.



Brent was the one who surprised me. After fucking John he cleaned himself off and fucked Jayne’s pussy one more time. Both Jayne and John were thoroughly fucked by the time my boys had dressed to leave.



I promised each one that I’d pay them for the day’s work but to be back the next day to finish the job on the deck. I made it clear that what had happened was a one time event and would stay between us.



I was exhausted when I collapsed that afternoon on my couch back at the flat. I hadn’t had that much sex in my life and had never had an experience like that … ever. The thoughts kept replaying through my mind as the images of Jayne getting banged, John taking it up the ass, raced through my head.



I made myself a whiskey on the rocks as I turned on the TV to get my thoughts off the day’s events. Relaxing with my beverage, the cool whiskey teasing my throat, my cell rang.



It was Jayne, she had another idea…

I was doing my best not to laugh at my dear slave, stephen. he was so nervous about what I had in store for him…nervous, but excited…he had no idea what I had planned for him this afternoon. I drove out to the highway and then took it till we came to several cheap motels…there was a truck-stop nearby so most of the motels in this area catered to truckers.



I pulled into the motel at the farther end of the row of these cheap motels. I drove to the room that was located at the end of the long row of rooms…it was on the very end to the back of the motel. The last room on the rooms facing to the west. I pulled up in front of room 169. I got out and went to the door. stephen sat in the car, trembling from both fear and anticipation. I turned around and looked at him…he quickly opened the door and joined me at the doorway. I unlocked the room and went inside.



“Take off your clothes, stephen,” I commanded “leave the door open and strip.” he looked at me in disbelief but set to undoing his shirt buttons and then his unbuckling and unzipping his jeans.



The cold air poured into the room…I couldn’t tell if he was trembling from the cold or nerves…I really didn’t care. I had a purpose for our session this afternoon and would see that my desires for this cumslut were fulfilled.



he was naked standing just inside the motel room doorway. There was a truck honk and stephen about jumped up to the ceiling. Someone had seen his lily white bare ass and were honking their approval.



“Ah, someone seems interested in that fresh ass-meat,” I commented as I went to the door and shut it. I had my leather flogger in my hand and swatted him hard on the bare ass. His cock was hard and beginning to drip pre-cum…



“Down on your hands and knees, stephen,” I hissed at him continuing to whack his bare ass cheeks. He sucked in a deep breath and I could hear the quivering in his breaths…



There was a knock on the door. stephen froze near the bed, his ass facing the doorway.



“Stay here facing the wall,” I told him. I went to the door, opening it, trying hard not to laugh as the first thing anyone would see when I opened the door was stephen’s bare ass and gaping ass-hole.



“Ah, yes, this is the right place…come in, yes, the gift is what we discussed. Thank you. Yes, the bitch is ready for you to take,” I told our guest.



stephen collapsed on his elbows and began sobbing. I closed the door and motioned for our guest to have a seat. I needed to put the hood on stephen so that he was centered and ready to do my bidding as my nasty little cumslut, bitch. I found the hood in my bag and got down in front of stephen. I put the hood on his head and then took the bottle of lube from my bag next.



The first guest of the afternoon sat patiently while I prepared stephen to be taken…I grabbed stephen by his hard, bobbing cock and told him to get up on the edge of the bed and present his manpussy to be inspected. stephen whispered his compliance and began sobbing…I just love it when stephen begins to cry, tells me his where he needs to be do to my bidding…



I held the bottle of lubricant just above stephen’s ass-crack and let the cold liquid rub down…I tossed the guest a condom as he had already dropped his pants and was stroking himself to a full blown hard-on. I put my plastic gloves on and began to rube the lube into stephen’s asshole/manpussy…I am a firm believer in my manpussy being completely lubed up…I don’t care to have it torn to pieces…and want to be able to bring my slave back to serve me and my nasty inclinations time and time again…no point in ripping and tearing him unnecessarily.



I motioned for the guest to come to the edge of the bed…I pulled stephen’s ass cheeks apart to fully expose and make available his puckering little manpussy hole…our guest didn’t hesitate, he put his throbbing, cock-head to the tight opening and pushed into stephen…



stephen screamed with surprise and sobbed harder as our guest pushed himself all the way into stephen’s bowels…he began to pull in and out of stephen fucking him…I could feel my own pussy instantly wet and puffing with excitement…nothing turned me on than to watch two men engaging in sex…especially when one was as submissive as stephen!!!



“Hold still stephen, take that cock-meat…you were made to be fucked, be the little bitch that you’re supposed to be…that’s a good girl, get that man-pussy fucked,” I whispered to stephen as our guest picked up his pace…I would pour lube to keep stephen lubricated and I watched intensely as his cock would disappear deep into stephen’s hole…I reached under stephen to see if his cock was hard…it was and leaking pre-cum tremendously…I stroked stephen which made him buck up a bit which only excited our guest that much more…



“Mistress I am about to cum,” our guest said to me, all the while never missing a stroke, continuing to to pump stephen…



“Excellent, when you’re about to spew, pull out,” I told him…and pounded stephen a bit more then pulled out and pulled off the condom shooting cum all over stephen’s bare ass cheeks…the creamy jism coating stephen’s cheeks and running down his crack…I then pushed stephen around and told him to open his mouth and what remaining cum was there, shot into his open mouth…stephen continued to sob which only made our guest cum more…he squirted cum all over stephen’s mouth and the bondage hood.



“Down stephen,” I ordered. he went down on his elbows resting his head in his hands with his ass way up in the air.



Our guest was spent and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He tossed the condom into the trash can I had put beside the bed.



“Thank you, Mistress. Let me know when you’re offering up one of your cumsluts again,” our guest said to me as I showed him out the door.



“Next,” I announced and another guest stepped into the room…stephen began to sob harder realizing that he was indeed going to be my little cumslut this afternoon…I’m sure his little mind was racing wondering just how many hard cocks Mistress had lined up for his “gang bang” this afternoon…a dream cum true for such a delightful little slutpuppy!!!!!

It was a quiet evening in a random city, as Alanis and Evi went out to one of their favourite clubs. Everywhere they’d come, people would admire them, being both extremely sexy. Alanis was about 5″7′, 135 pounds, and had a cup size C70. Furthermore she had greenish eyes and brown hair, hanging lose upon her shoulders. Evi, on the other hand, was about 5″9′, weighted 138 pounds, had a C90 and was blessed with blue eyes and brown-blondish hair. Both 18-year-olds were looking absolutely fine, wearing not much more than a simple hip-hanging jeans and a top that exposed their belly – and their belly button.



Tonight, the two hot chicks were going out in some local club, and they started to dance with each other, making it extra sensual in order to attract some horny guys, since both girls were longing to get a nice-build cock in their shaved pussies. They kept dancing and grinding against each other, and it sure had some effect! Barely 5 minutes after they got started, a group of 4 fine looking lads from like 22. They were all quite attractive. One of them had black hair up in spikes, had piercing blue eyes, the second one was a Moroccan, the third one was a common type, and the fourth had blonde hair, full of wax, and blue eyes. The first one came closer to the girls, and winked at them.



Alanis, knowing what this would lead into, winked back and nodded her head, inviting the guys to come closer. The handsome guy leaned in and whispered in Alanis’ ear: “Today’s my friend’s birthday here, and he has never seen two girls kiss.” He smiled sheepishly. Alanis let out a small laugh, pulled Evi closer and pressed her lips upon the mouth of her friend. They sucked each other’s lips eagerly, and held each other’s waist, still moving in unison.



As they pulled away, the guys were all smiling, and looking at each other. The blonde guy introduced himself as Damian, the Moroccan guy was called Karim, the handsome black haired dude’s name was Thomas and the common lad was Christopher. The girls introduced themselves, and soon they were both grabbed by the hand and pulled outside the club.



“What about getting to somewhere more private?” Christopher suggested. The rest of the group agreed willingly, and barely half an hour later they found themselves in Karim’s apartment, where he immediately offered everyone to sit down in the couch.



Evi sat next to Damian, as she saw Thomas moving closer to Alanis. All of a sudden, he leaned in and kissed her roughly, clasping one of her breasts in his hand. She heard her best friend moan huskily, as the handsome man pulled her closer and crept his hands underneath her T-shirt. Soon, Alanis was whimpering, having Thomas pinch her nipples and bite her neck.



Meanwhile, Damian has started his moves on Evi too. He pulled her closer and kissed the pretty brunette passionately, squeezing her C-cup tits tightly. He bit her lip playfully, and pulled away, undoing his T-shirt. He pulled Evi on his lap, still squeezing her perfect tits, while she grunted her hips upon his already stiff dick.



“Get off for a second, sexy babe.” Damian suggested, and Evi complied, taking a seat next to him and quickly throwing her top off. Damian loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, obviously wanting the bulge in his pants to be free. He pulled off his jeans and boxers, and right in front of Evi, a giant cock from about 9″ popped out, standing up proudly with a head that was shining of pre-cum.



“Suck it, you bitch.” Damian implied, pulling Evi’s head into his lap, forcing his monster into her mouth. Evi immediately started licking the shaft, encouraged by the blonde god. “That’s it, you whore. Suck it harder… Yeah, like that… Come on… Lick my balls, slut! Tongue-fuck my manhood, bitch! Blow me ’til I fill your slut mouth with my hot jizz!” He commanded, opening his legs further and letting Evi blow him.



Meanwhile, Alanis got been undressed by Christopher and Thomas. Christopher was now getting naked himself, as Thomas was fingering Alanis’ wet pussy heavily, pumping two fingers in and out at a rapid tempo. Alanis’ tits were jingling together, while her pussy got finger-fucked by this naked, handsome man. She was moaning and whimpering, until Christopher pulled out his dick and rammed it into her mouth, insisting she’d suck him dry. With her wet hole getting fucked, her nipples all stiffened and this wonderful cock in her mouth, Alanis felt in a perfect bliss. She started jacking Thomas off while Christopher made her suck his 8″ shaft, groaning as an animal. In the end, he came, and held Alanis’ head tight, so she had to swallow his load of sperm.



“Fuck… That was good.” He managed to utter, sinking down on the third couch that was still free. Thomas redrew his fingers out of Alanis’ cunt, glistening with her juices. He walked over to Damian and Evi, who was still sucking his dick, and pulled her upon her feet.



“Here, slut, taste this.” He said, before sticking his fingers into Evi’s mouth, forcing her to lick Alanis’ juices off. “Not as good as the real thing, huh. Come on, you two can fuck each other for a while, since you both are so hot.” He dragged Evi near Alanis, and almost threw them together on the carpet. Alanis kissed Evi deeply, letting her hands roam over the sexy teen’s back. Evi broke off the kiss, and positioned herself over her friend, so they were 69′ing. They started to like each other’s pussies, as Karim came on the scene as well.



“What do we have here?” He smiled, quickly undressing himself. Now the six of them were naked, they felt like they could finally begin with the fun. While the two girls were licking each other’s cunt, the four lads were jerking off their hot dicks, feeling the urge to cum all over their whores. Damian couldn’t help it no longer, and interfered with the two beauties. He grabbed Evi by the hair and let her lean over the couch. “Come here, your cunt’s wet enough.” He grinned, before ramming his fat cock into Evi’s hole from behind. Evi let out a shriek, surprised that this giant dick was now filling her little hole.



“Make the bitch shut up!” Damian grit, while holding her tightly at her hips and bucking into her as crazy. Karim immediately got into the couch, pressing his big brown cock into Evi’s mouth. She started to suck off his dick and balls, while Damian was still ramming her cunt. Thomas was looking at Evi with hunger in his eyes.



“Now look at this slut. Being fucked in her fucking whorish cunt, sucking off a big brown cock, and she even seems to like it. Don’t you, Evi? You love to have that big brown cock into your slut mouth, right? You want Karim to fill your throat with his hot cum, don’t you? You just want to have it all, little bitch you are. Am I right?” Thomas questioned. Evi, her mouth full of brown cock, couldn’t reply, and Thomas stepped in closer, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her pretty ass cheek.



“I SAID, am I right?!” He yelled. Evi quickly yelled “Yes! Yes, I love to have that cock in my pussy! I’m a slut and I want to be fucked in all my holes! Fill me with your hot cream, Damian, while I milk Karim until he squirts his load into my mouth!”



“That’s the way!” Thomas grinned. He suddenly turned around and saw Alanis being fucked in her wet pussy by Christopher. He sat himself down in the couch, and spoke jokingly to Christopher: “Let me have her tits.” Christopher pulled away and set Alanis in front of Thomas’ lap. Alanis knew what got expected from her, and took Thomas’ fat cock between her C tits, jacking him off.



“Ow yeah… That feels good. Fuck. Come on, jack me off! Make my hard cock cum on your tits! Make me fucking cum, or I’ll let you blow me until you gag in my jizz!” After a minute or such, Thomas felt his balls explode as his milky cream landed on and between Alanis’ breasts. Christopher made Alanis lean over the couch, and parted her ass cheeks. He spit in between them, his saliva hanging around Alanis’ puckered brown hole. His dick, full of juices from minutes ago, was stiff again, and he put the head against Alanis’ asshole, prodding it eagerly. Without a warning, he rammed his hard cock into her tight hole, and pumped his fat dick into her, making her whimper and cry out, though soon her cries were replaced by screaming of joy. Thomas, meanwhile, was squeezing her tits and forcing her to suck him off again, also getting hornier every second.



Karim and Damian had sandwiched Evi in between them. Karim had his brown dick into her pussy, as Damian filled her sore asshole, and the two guys pumped in and out eagerly, filling her all the way. Evi was having the most intense fuck of her life, with these two hot guys filling her holes and Karim kneading her tits and sucking at her nipples. In the end, they both shot their cream into Evi’s holes, and pulled away. Karim seated Evi on the couch and pulled her legs apart, admiring the mess in Evi’s shaved pussy. Her cunt was glistening with her own cum, mixed with the jizz of all the guys. Meanwhile, Christopher and Thomas had fucked Alanis as well, and were now focused on the thing their mates were doing with Evi. Evi, still breathing heavily, opened her eyes and saw the four men staring at her pussy, admiring the sight. She motioned Alanis to come closer, which her friend did. Alanis positioned herself between Evi’s thighs, and licked the juices of out her friend’s wet hole. As she was finished, she crawled up to her and kissed her passionately, sharing the taste of the spunk.



They kept kissing for a while, as the guys regained their breath and looked at the show in front of them. They started to put on their clothes again, knowing their cocks had had enough pleasure for that night. They gathered the girls’ clothes as well, and gave them to them as soon as they had stopped kissing each other. Alanis and Evi got dressed as well, and left Karim’s place, not before having gotten the phone numbers in case they urgently needed a good fuck.



The partners in crime wandered down the street and stood still in front of some pub, where a few guys were smoking a cigarette. They talked for a while with each other, and then one of the men came over to the female duo…

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