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***This is more of a guide than a sex story. There is some exciting things but it is not focused on fantasy at all. This is about my life and how I work at making things work for me. I am not a doctor or a counselor; nothing I write is meant to treat or diagnosis anything. I am just a girl with a very little bit of life experience. This is “My Guide to Sex in a Relationship,” it works for me and I hope it works for you as well.



Over my five years in university I have learned a lot of things. A lot of things in school of course but even more out of school. I have grown from a timid, skinny, insecure young girl into a sexually confident young woman. I have now found my one true love in a man whom I least expected but am most excited. I fall in love with him over and over each day and am looking forward to our long, happy life together. I had a lot of help along the way to finding him and I learned my lessons well so I am going to share some of those lesson’s with you all in hopes that anyone who is willing may learn a little. (And don’t worry this doesn’t mean my stories are over, I still have some old ones and will be making many new one’s :-) )




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These are my personal keys to staying together, staying happy and staying sexually satisfied with one another.



The first thing I would say to anyone male or female is to really get into what you are doing, I mean put yourself mentally into it like it is the one thing you want most. That cum, that orgasm, that sweet sweat dripping off your bodies as you glide, slide and pound into one another. The reason guys like porn so much in my opinion is because the girls are so receptive. They aren’t repressed and hiding under the covers with the lights off. They don’t lay there quietly in one position expecting the man to get all the work done himself. They love what they are doing or at least act like they do and I have to say that even if you are not physically as into sex as you want to be, acting the part goes a long way into forcing your body to get with the program!



Men are creatures of confidence; if you build him up he will be better for you every time you go to bed. If you break him down you will end up resenting each other and your sex life will fail along with your relationship. Make him feel like he is the king of your world sexually, like he is amazing at the things he does. Let him know about the things you love him to do to you. “Oh my god baby, when you flipped me over and grabbed my hips and rammed into me, that felt amazing.” Or “I love the way you eat my pussy, it feels so good when you lightly flick across my clit like that.” Not only are you instructing him to get you off but you make him feel as if it was all his doing. One thing I will add to this is that the more you think about how great he is the more he will actually become great both to you and in fact so you are really doing yourself a favor as much as him.



Be vocal, say you like it, say you want more of it and let each other know exactly what it is you do want. I know that there is a great romance for women to want a man to sweep her off her feet and know exactly what buttons to push at exactly what time but the reality is you have to help him find the right buttons before he can call your number. Teach each other how to make love, how to fuck, how to screw and you will learn so much more about one another.



Give your body to the process. This is something I have learned recently that has taken me to new heights I thought I would never climb. Think about it this way, the first time you go for a run you can’t go 5K. But as you run more and more and build up your abilities you can run 5K or even more. Sex is the same way. The first time probably sucked or hurt or both, but it sure gets better right? The same should be said about our advanced sex lives, it should get better as we work at it.



Practice makes perfect and practicing by yourself can be the best teacher oftentimes. I’ll give a few sexy examples to make this more than just a how to book. I remember the first time I sucked dick. I was no good at it. I couldn’t take it very deep, I couldn’t suck very hard, I felt clumsy and embarrassed by the fact that I didn’t know what I was doing. A few years later I got the bright idea of practicing on one of my dildos. I found one that seemed about the size of my failed attempt and started trying things out.



I parted my lips and slid the toy into my mouth. I rubbed it around to get used to feel of a hard cock touching all over the inside of my mouth. I pushed it to that gag point and pulled back a little, then I pushed it more. My pussy began to involuntarily get wet so I started to rub myself to take my mind off of my gagging. As I slid a finger inside myself I slid the cock deeper into my mouth. Again the gagging so I backed out. I kept doing this in small motions until I felt the toy hit the back of my throat! I started moving it in and out as I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and rubbed my wetness all over my clit. I leaned my head back and pushed the cock down into my throat. Then I pulled it out and then back down again. I was taking it all the way as far as it could go so I grabbed a larger toy and quickly started the process over again. Before I knew it I was sliding a good sized toy dick (about my love’s size) all the way down my throat as far as it could go and I was literally fucking my mouth with it! It didn’t do anything for me physically but the first time I let a guy fuck my mouth like that it did a great deal for him and I was extremely proud of my abilities in the bed room and a confident lover is a good lover. Now I can lay back on my bed and let him slide deep into my throat and back out at feverish speeds without any problem and he loves it!



I had the same experience with my asshole years ago as well. Anal sex was not the best thing in the world. It honestly hurt me some so I had a fear of it. But one day while in the shower I used a finger up my bum. I let it sit inside me while I felt my ass rim flex and squeeze at the intrusion. Quickly though it relaxed and allowed the penetration. I used another finger with the same result, a little shock and squeeze and then entry granted. Eventually I could easily fit three fingers wide into my ass with no pain at all or four fingers grouped together without the least bit of trouble.



I also had many toys at my disposal and I learned to take them all inside of me. I would lie on my side while I slowly inserted them inside my most tight of holes. Then I would flex my ass on the toy as hard as I could and hold the flex for a while to fully grasp how tight I could get myself (and I can get really fucking tight!). After flexing I would release my muscles and let my rosebud open up to the foreign object inside of her. I would start using the toy in and out of myself speeding up and eventually using enough force that I would squirt my cum all over the place. One thing I love to do is get fucked in doggy-style position and while he is fucking my pussy I get a longer silicone dildo (so I can reach) and fuck my own ass with it as he watches me and fucks me! It makes me and him cum every time.



I have spent so much time training my ass that I can now go out in public with a butt plug in and do all of my daily duties and enjoy every step I take! (I do wear underwear just in case for some reason I was to lose control and it popped out in public, that would be embarrassing to say the least.)



Keep yourself clean! I cannot over state the importance of this. Honestly if you meet the best looking person in your life and they smell like b.o. you will back off. If you proceed with them and their breath is rancid you will shy away more and if they have a crotch that smells like week old meat you will most likely puke on them. Keeping yourself clean is both better for you and your lover or potential lovers. Trimming, shaving, waxing, etc. as well as the normal soap, shampoo and toothpaste are as much a sex toy as a dildo and a strap-on. Without the one you are much less likely to get the other.



Enemas are a vital part of my sex life now. I absolutely love anal sex, I can cum from it as easily as I can flick my clit or rub my g-spot but I have had to learn the skill over the years. One thing that helps tremendously for women is to know that there is no “accident” waiting to happen. Getting a good enema is like washing your pussy well to make sure it is fresh and clean. The cleaner you are the dirtier you are likely to get in bed! Make sure to never use the saline solution that comes from the drug store kits because it will dry you out and also make sure you never use your tap water unless it’s filtered. Get distilled water and warm it up in the microwave (but not to hot, you don’t want to burn your insides). They sell enema bags at most all drug or grocery stores but I actually prefer to get the douche bags and use them because they hold more liquid (2-4 quarts is my preference). Make sure you use warm water (helps keep cramping at minimum) and make sure to hold the liquid in as long as you can while lying on your back or in the doggy style position. Some people like to add a little bit of soap and others like to add some olive oil or mineral oil to the bag. Coffee, milk, and even wine are common practices for enemas and all have some medical and scientific backing to benefitting health. I prefer warm water only followed by a 4oz shot of water based lube just before penetration. Just get an enema syringe (I believe in America they are called enema bulbs) the ones that look like a baby nose sucker. (I guess you could actually use a nose sucker to get the lube in, that should work just fine). Doing this both cleans me out and lubes me up inside as much as possible and let’s face it, the better lubed we are the better the sex feels.



Take time to learn you own body. So many times we are in such a rush to get to the next place in life, school, work, the gym, a meeting or whatever. When it comes to masturbating we normally just skip to the end, get a vibrator on our clit and cum fast so we can get going to that next “thing.” (Normally for me it’s sleep.) But think of this, how can you instruct or guide a lover to the things you like most or want most at that time if you don’t know your own body?



I would never have known that I love to be double penetrated if I hadn’t taken the time to use two toys in myself at once. I love my magic wand but I would probably still just turn it on and put it on my clit if I didn’t take time to experiment with it. I like it on my asshole while I fuck myself with my long silicone dildo or vibrator (although sometimes both vibrations are to much.) I also like putting the wand on my clit while I ride my suction cup dildo or just lay on my back and fuck my pussy with a toy while I rub my clit with the wand. Or my pump up dildo, I love the full, full feeling I get from it and I also like to get it real big and flec my pussy muscles on it as hard as I can both sucking it into me and pushing it out as well. It trains the muscles and feels wonderful at the same time!



I would have never learned the anal skills I have today if I didn’t teach myself the proper way to do it for me. How to enema and lube myself. How to relax for entry, how to take larger object’s and flex on them. Vibrators, beads, plugs are all things I use to keep myself ready and able to cum at ease from my ass. Constant use only makes me want it that much more. I can’t even shower without sliding a finger or two inside myself!



And my biggest perhaps, I would have never learned to squirt had I not used that g-spot vibrator until I got that feeling. Once I felt like I had to go, (had to go pee is a pretty accurate description although I can now make a very clear distinction in the two feelings) I took the toy out of myself and allowed my muscle’s to release rather than the normal holding back I was so used to. I soaked my bed and myself and rocked my own world literally screaming out in ecstasy in the privacy of my own apartment. Now I can cum multiple times before my man is even close, I can get myself so wet that I can take more of a hardcore pounding and I owe it all to taking the time to find out about my own body.



For guys you need to realize (and your women do to) that just because your dick likes to be touched, stroked, grabbed, licked, sucked and fucked DOES NOT mean that is the only thing your body has to offer sexually. You have numerous erotic zones on your body just like women do but for some reason culture has programmed men to think dick and dick only when it comes to male satisfaction. Let your women try new things on your body.



The biggest male “Oh hell no” is of course the ass. Most men jump through the roof if you even mention touching their ass, except for the ones who have been man enough to allow their women to do so. Here is the thing boys, women love asses. We obsess over our own asses, we look at other women’s asses, we work out to get a “booty” or to work our booty’s off. We love nice asses and especially a nice man’s ass! So let her grab it, let her rub it, let her take you into the shower and wash it. Let her kiss it, lick it, stoke your lubed up cock while she eats you and maybe even let her go into you. That’s right let her lube her finger, lick your asshole and slide inside of you. Maybe use a vibrator in you? I have a strap-less strap on that inserts in my pussy and goes inside of you and vibrates both of us! The bigger the part that inserts in the women the better to hold onto you’re your pc muscles with and I have to say there is something amazingly powerful about using a strap-on as a women. It is simply an awesome point of view and if you have a man who is strong enough in his sexuality to let you go there by all means go for it, you will have fun being in his shoes for a while!



Men have a wonderful gift called the prostate and I promise you I have made my man cum from nothing but massaging him inside of his ass. So keep yourself clean boys and keep yourself open to new things because you just might fall in love with your own body as much as you love ours!



Be spontaneous. Planning things is great, we often times must plan well if we want to succeed. But over-planning only leads to let downs and false hopes. I prefer to prepare for anything and then let whatever happens happen. I have an entire draw full of toys that I can use for whatever situation. I have plugs, pumps, lubes, butterfly’s, beads, strap-on’s (for her or for him ;) ) wands, blindfold’s and gag’s (new to the collection) candles, music, cuff’s and on and on. You name it I probably got something you want. The point is I never know exactly what direction my man will take me or what path I want to travel from time to time. Maybe we fuck in the day at the school and I don’t need any of those things. Maybe we get into it on the couch while watching a movie and don’t need any toys at all. But maybe we have a couple glasses of wine and want to get lost in a night of fullness and cum. So be prepared but also be up for anything you like because you never know what is right around the corner for you and that can be as exciting as any sex toy.



Have more sex. A lot of people say they have a lot of sex but really don’t. Still more people fit sex in when they have “time for it” (weekends or date nights) and don’t really give it the time it deserves.



Whatever your sex level is right now I personally challenge you to double it for one month. If you are having sex once a day then go for twice daily and make sure you make it count, don’t just go through the motions. Remember to get into it and really let your body go. Not only will your libido increase but you will feel healthier and more excited about life in general (libido is a lot like waking up early or doing cardio, the more you do it the more you want to do it, the more you NEED to do it). Just remember that not only are you going for more sex but you are also making sure it is more “good” sex. If at the end of the month you hated all the great sex you were having then I have no idea what to say to you other than I feel sorry for your partner.



Variety is the spice of life. Once you have done the one month of double the good sex challenge I further challenge you to have another month of equal amounts of sex only never do it the same way two times in a row. Different finishing positions, different locations, different holes, let him cum on you instead of in you, (actually tell him to cum on whatever part of your body you want him on, this is extremely exciting for men to hear and see). Make sure that each sex session you have is both fulfilling for you and your partner but also different every time. Add toys but use a different one (you may need to shop a little for each other ), music, lighting, oils, porno movies, computer clips, stories or whatever else your naughty mind can think of, just make sure you keep things changing and you will thank me for it later. (Or at least your body will!!!)



Adding to the variety rule I further challenge you to make sure you are staying connected at a personal level as well as a sexual one. Many couples drift apart after the “honeymoon phase” simply because things stop being new, they stop being “fun” and therefore you stop having fun with one another. A major component of sex aside from the physical connection is the mental, spiritual and emotional connection. I am not talking one night stand or sex fling “fun” I am talking life changing, “I want to keep doing this forever with just you and me and damn everyone else that looks at us or talks about us” style connection. (Please note that I understand there are a number of people who are not monogamous but live very happy, fulfilling lives together. I, however am not one of those and will never be as I am way to possessive to even dream of such a life style with my life partner but I do not judge or condemn anyone else who is happy with that choice. )



Put as much effort into your life outside of sex together as you put into your sex life together. Often times the men need to work on this more and the women need to work on the sex more but if that doesn’t fit you than that’s awesome but there is always room for change. Also remember that each of you are responsible for both sex and connection. Just because girls like to talk more and go out more doesn’t mean that they get a free pass. Your challenge is to find out the things he really wants to go do and not just the things you want to do and vice versa.



Try setting up dates that are unannounced. Try different restaurants you have never been to or take a longer drive to see a movie at a “new” Cineplex. Go for walks, get partners massages (girls you can book this as well as a guy can). Buy each other inexpensive things just because it makes you think of each other. Stop and kiss each other just because you want to. Hold hands, hug in public, and tell each other I love you out of the blue and mean it! Do not let yourself fall into the “eat, work, tv, sleep” lifestyle that so many couples get comfortable in because sooner or later one of you will start looking for excitement elsewhere. You are each other’s best protection from relationship problems.



One of my favorite night’s so far with my man has been the night he told me he was coming over to watch a movie. I got all clean shaved, hair washed, used a enema, made sure my place was perfect and when he showed up he bragged my coat and said “let’s go.” I protested that I wasn’t dressed well and he told me not to worry that I looked great the way I was. He took me to an informal but amazing restaurant and got a sample of various foods I don’t eat often. He bought wine that we shared. We talked about life, about the future and then out of nowhere he blatantly asked me about my fantasies in a public restaurant!

When Sian arrived for work on a warm Saturday afternoon, she was surprised to see Tara there. She was working with Beth today, Tara didn’t often work on Saturday. She soon explained though that she had decided to leave. She had found a new man and wanted to concentrate on him rather than working in the house.



Sian was disappointed to see her leave but could understand why she felt she had to go. Tara had been heartbroken when her previous bloke had left her and wasn’t going to risk it happening again.



Tara said her goodbye’s and left, leaving them back to just 3 girls working. Sian felt a bit sad that she had gone, it had taken her a while to get to know Tara, but they had gone on to be good friends.



The next job would now have be finding a new girl. Sian wasn’t prepared to go back to working flat out like they used to. Now Ross was also earning from running the house, she had enjoyed working almost part time.



They put an advert in some local papers, and also on their new Internet site, hoping to find someone sooner rather than later.



Sian checked the website the next day and already had a reply. It was from a girl called Kirsty. She explained that she had moved to the North East from Brighton 6 months ago and hadn’t had any luck finding work.



She was a pretty, slim girl with a lovely pair of tits and long dark hair. She was about 30 and although she had no experience as a working girl, Sian had no doubt she would be a hit.



Kirsty agreed to take the job on was plunged in head first to cover or Tara the next day. She was quite glad really as she didn’t have time to get stressed about it.



On the Monday, Kirsty was working with Sian. The morning was quiet as usual with only a couple of Sian’s regulars coming in. About 2 hours into her first shift, Kirsty finally had her first client. He was about mid 40′s, average looks, build, everything. He picked Kirsty and paid for Oral without a condom, this simple job suited her for her first time.



The man was sitting naked at the end of the bed, ready to go. He didn’t seem to want to hang around.



“Keep your underwear on.” He told her. “I like you in that.”



Kirsty did as he asked, joining him on the bed, starting to stroke his cock and kiss him. The man pulled away from her kiss, he seemed to want no other contact with her apart from with his cock. Kirsty didn’t like the feeling but knew this came with the territory. She made up her mind to get this finished as soon as she could.



Kirsty took his stiffening cock in her hand and began to wank him. This finally started to relax him, he now laid back and let Kirsty pleasure him. She took the head of his now rock hard cock in her mouth, alternating between soft, teasing motion on his tip, then swallowing his length right down to his pubic bone. Kirsty had always been proud of her ability to deep throat a man, he was loving it.



Within a minute of this attention the man let out a relieved grunt and released his hot load into Kirsty’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, even though she knew he hadn’t paid any extra to do this. Her first job was done, it hadn’t been bad at all, a little cold maybe, but ok.



The rest of the day passed quickly for Kirsty. She saw about 6 more clients, mainly just wanting the basic personal service, so it hadn’t been a bad day for her. She earned £100 too which would also help.



On her next shift, Kirsty would get to meet a couple of the house’s more perverted clients. Her first customer of the day was a regular man in his late 30′s. He was delighted to see they had a new girl in, and booked her for the whole hour. He wanted an anything goes service & paid the £150 requested.



For the first few minutes, Kirsty massaged the naked man, just making small talk while she did. When she turned him over, he already had an erection, his 7″ cock looking like it was in need of her attention. Kirsty got in place, between his legs and started to suck him. She gave him her best, keeping eye contact with him as she sucked and licked his cock and balls.



“Will you rim me?” The man asked her.



“No problem.” Kirsty replied. “I’ve never done that before though so you’ll have to tell me if I’m no good.”



Kirsty licked around his balls, and down his perineum as he lifted his legs up. She then started to swirl her tongue around the outside of his hole, making him groan as she did. If Kirsty had been worrying about how it would taste, she wasn’t now. The man was very clean, she was enjoying this.



Kirsty began to probe more deeply now, gently penetrating his hole with her tongue. She could see his cock twitching as she tongued him, so started to wank him. As Kirsty delved deeper into his arse with her tongue, his breathing became heavier. After a short while, the man shouted out and came, firing bolt after bolt of hot come over his own chest and stomach. Kirsty then moved back to his tip, sucking the last of his come and swallowing it.



“I hope that was ok?!” Kirsty joked with him.



The man just smiled as he caught his breath.



For the next 5 minutes the pair chatted, small talk again, passing the time until he was ready to go again. It turned out that he came here every other week, liking to alternate between the girls for variety. He was a really nice bloke, and quite good looking, Kirsty was enjoying this.



The pair then began to kiss and touch each other again, she could feel his cock coming slowly back to life.



“Would you like to go down on me?” Kirsty asked him.



“I’d love to.” He replied. “Can I lick your arsehole too?”



“Course you can darling.” She reassured him. “You can do what you want with it.”



If the man wasn’t fully erect before, he was now. The promise of anal sex had him ready to go again.



Kirsty laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide for him. The man wasted no time getting down to eating her wet pussy. He knew what he was doing, making Kirsty moan gently as he licked her. She then turned over, arching her back slightly to allow him access to her arsehole.



The man kissed her bum cheeks, squeezing them as he did. He teased her with his tongue now, flicking it up and down her crack, without ever touching her hole. When he finally did, he went back to rubbing her pussy while he probed her arse. Kirsty was now hanging onto the bed, screaming, knowing she was going to come soon. The man continued to probe her arse with his tongue, and sensing the moment she was about to come, he buried his face in her bum, pushing his tongue in as far as her could while she writhed and came.



Kirsty had to ask him to stop for a moment now, she was too sensitive to carry on for a moment. While she calmed down, she put a condom on for the man, applying a generous amount of lubricant to his cock, then her arsehole.



She laid down on her front again, presenting her arse to him. Kirsty felt the familiar twinge of pain as the tip of his cock entered her tight hole. She soon got used to the feeling of his cock, he wasn’t too big, and gave her a nice feeling of fullness.



The man gradually built up speed, fucking her slowly at first but getting harder and faster as he did. Kirsty started to play with her clit as the man was now slamming his cock into her. She screamed when she came, feeling her anus contract around his cock, he still didn’t come.



“You’ll have to stop now.” Kirsty told him after about 10 minutes. She was starting to get sore down there now.



“Why don’t you wank off over my face?” She continued.



“I’d love to.” The man replied with a filthy grin. “Can I piss on you after that? And would you do the same to me?”



“Course I will.” Kirsty replied. She had long had a bit of a thing for watersports, having been introduced to this by a dirty older lover she’d once had.



“It’ll cost you another £50 though.” She added, remembering this was work, not pleasure.



The man reached into his wallet and pulled out the cash, handing the 5 folded notes to Kirsty. She lead them to the bathroom and knelt in the bath with the man standing over her.



“Come on then, give me your spunk.” She said to him. “Cover my face in it, I love it.”



The man was speeding up now as he wanked, Kirsty was playing with herself again, and was really getting carried away now.



“Wank that big cock harder.” Kirsty told him. “I need to see you come, feel it all over my face. I’m a dirty whore, I love it.”



The man was now approaching orgasm, her dirty talk was doing the trick. Just as he was about to come, Kirsty lubricated her middle finger, reached between his legs, and inserted it into his arse. The man gave a great shocked yelp and promptly came. Given that it was his 2nd orgasm within an hour, he came a massive amount. Kirsty kept her finger in his bum, pressing on his prostate as his semen poured out over her face and down her chest. She was covered by the time he’d finished.



“Jesus.” He exclaimed. “That was fucking amazing. No-one has ever done that to me before.”



“Men love it.” Kirsty told him. “I’ve met a few that hated the thought, but loved it when I actually did it!”



“I’d certainly try it again!” He said.



“I think I need cleaned off now.” Kirsty said to him with a dirty grin on her face. “Time for my shower!”



The man waited for a few seconds then felt his warm flow start to trickle out. He aimed it at her tits at first, before testing the water and moving up to her face. Kirsty didn’t flinch and just kept on masturbating. She kept her mouth and eyes shut, letting his warm stream cover her face and hair. She finally came as he finished, having washed her clean.



“That was fantastic too!” The man said. “I’ve only ever done it once before, I love it.”



“Do you want me to return the favour?” Kirsty asked him.



“Yes please.” He said. “That’s something I’ve never done.”



Kirsty helped him to lie in the bath and squatted over him. She held her pussy open so he could see her intimate parts as she let her stream of pee come. It washed over his chest, down his stomach and over his cock. He looked like he was in heaven.



They took a proper shower after, then Kirsty showed the man out. That had been a fantastic experience, one she would happily repeat time after time. She was loving the work at the house. The money was great, but she would also have to admit that the sex was fantastic too. It was perfect.



For the next couple of weeks, Kirsty worked 5 days a week on average. As Sian cut the amount of hours she worked, Kirsty was happy to increase hers. She was happy seeing a wide range of different men, doing lots of different things. A few of the men had little fetishes, like having her dressed up, light bondage and waterspouts. She had also seen the man she’d had her first great session with a couple of times, he had become her first regular.



Pete, as it turned out he was called, was a really nice bloke she thought. He always wanted to try really dirty stuff with her, but was always respectful to her. Kirsty was really getting to like him.



“Can I take you out for a drink?” Pete blurted out as they were getting dressed after their latest session. “I know you’ve probably got rules against seeing clients, or just don’t want to as I’m a sad case who pays for sex.”



“No. I’d like to.” Kirsty replied, sensing that he was nervous and waffling on. “Take my phone number, I’m not working this weekend if you want to give me a ring.”



Pete left with her phone number and a spring in his step, Kirsty too had a smile on her face. She hadn’t had a regular man for a couple of years now. She knew it might not come to anything, due to her line of work, but at least she wouldn’t have to have that awkward conversation explaining to him what she did for a living.



Pete did phone her on Friday night and arranged to meet her for a drink. They spent a nice evening chatting and drinking, before going back to his place for the night. It turned out that Pete was divorced and wasn’t really ready to settle down, but he was keen to keep on seeing her.



“Do you want to meet again next weekend?” Pete asked her as she got ready to leave for work on the Sunday morning.



“Yeah, I’d love to.” Kirsty agreed.



“I don’t know if you’d like to try anything like this, but I’d love to go dogging with you.” He asked.



Kirsty thought for a few seconds. She had once been with a few men in a local park when she lived in Brighton, so it wasn’t something she had no experience of.



“Ok.” She replied. “Why not.



“Great.” Said Pete. “I’ve always fancied trying these things but never found anyone who would try it.”



Kirsty thought about it on her way to work. She knew that while he clearly liked her, he was just looking for someone to live out loads of his fantasies. She knew it probably wouldn’t last with him once he’d tried everything out, but why not enjoy it while she could, the company and sex would be nice now she was so far from home.



“I’ve found us a meet on Friday night if you can make it?” Said an excited Pete.



“Yeah, I can do that.” Kirsty said. “I’m off on Friday. What have you got in mind.”



“Well, it’s not a traditional dogging meet.” He continued. “Let’s leave it a surprise shall we? I promise you’ll like it!”



“Ah, you can’t tell me that!” Kirsty joked with him. “You can’t leave me hanging!”



“I’ll pick you up at 9pm Friday.” He said, hanging up before she could argue further.



Kirsty was excited. She had enjoyed those sessions she’d had in the park and was loving the though of trying something like that again.



The week dragged. Kirsty’s shifts seemed to last forever, and were pretty dull and straightforward compared to Pete. By the time Friday came, she was almost wet with anticipation just thinking about it.



Pete arrived a minute after 9. Once Kirsty was in the car, he gave her a loving kiss, then handed her a blindfold.



“Put this on.” He told her. “I don’t want you to see your surprise.”



Kirsty did as she was told, her hands trembling with nerves & excitement as she put it on. She had no idea how long they drove for, it seemed like miles. Pete kept chatting to her so she didn’t get nervous, Kirsty was just dying to find out what was in store.



Pete then stopped the car.



“I’ll be back in just a minute.” He told her as he got out, leaving the music on just loud enough to stop her hearing what he was saying.



Kirsty felt a twinge of fear at this stage. It dawned on her now what a vulnerable position she was in. Still, she trusted Pete, even though she hadn’t known him long.



“Right, we’re all set.” He said, leading her by the hand from the car. “Don’t worry, I won’t let any harm come to you.” He whispered reassuringly in her ear as they walked.



They went in through a door, Kirsty could sense it was lighter, she call also smell the strong smell of bleach. It smelt like a public toilet.



Pete opened a door and led her into a small cubicle and locked the door, then took her blindfold off. She was in a toilet cubicle, a larger one that looked like it was once a disabled toilet. She said nothing as she looked round, her eye then catching a strategically placed hole in the wall. She caught on, it was a gloryhole, that was the surprise!



“Look we can go if you don’t like this.” Pete said to her. “But after you told me about the things you used to do in the park, I thought you might like this!”



“I love it!” She replied. “I’ve seen this on videos before, course I’ll have a go.”



Pete gave a loud whistle, this was clearly the sign for the men to come in. Kirsty had no idea how many he had arranged, the excitement was killing her. She heard the door next to them go, and the shuffling of clothes, followed by the sight of a semi erect cock sticking through the hole.



Kirsty dropped to her knees and took the piece into her mouth. It felt so dirty, sucking a cock having never even seen the man’s face. Even she had never tried this before. He was soon fully hard, pushing as far through the hole as he could, allowing her to take more of his length.



Then without warning he came. Kirsty took the first couple of jets in her mouth before letting the rest go over her face and clothes. The cock quickly dissapeared, the door banging as he left. Kirsty looked up at Pete, who had a huge smile on his face and a video camera in his hand.



“Hope you don’t mind!” Pete said with a smile. “I couldn’t resist!”



“You’re a bad lad!” Kirsty replied, blowing him a kiss.



When she turned around, another cock was now sticking through the hole. This one was fairly small, but she gave it the same attention nonetheless. He didn’t take long either, coming after no more than a minute. Kirsty again took most of his load over her face, some now went in her hair and again over her clothes.



This went on for a good half an hour, a relentless flow of cocks being presented for her to use. She had lost count by now exactly how many she had done, it must have been into double figures now though. Not having cleaned up, Kirsty was looking a complete mess now. Her face, hair and clothes were saturated with semen by now.



Kirsty got up for a moment to stretch her legs, but there was another cock thrust through the hole. This one was a huge black member, possibly about 10″ long. She sunk to her knees again and started to pleasure this massive piece. This man lasted longer, but she continued to work on him for a good 5 minutes until he too came on her face.



The toilet finally went quiet, allowing Pete and Kirsty some time on their own. He lifted up Kirsty’s stained dress and pulled down her soaking knickers, bending her over the toilet. He started to lick at her soaking slit, she tasted divine, driven on by the lust of what they had done, Pete had her coming in no time. Kirsty’s legs buckled as she came, screaming aloud.



“Come on, we should get out of here.” Pete said to her. “Police sometimes do the rounds of these places.”



“But you haven’t come yet!” Kirsty said to him.



“That can wait.” Pete said to her. “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us yet……….”

Jennifer stepped through a wooden doorway, leaving behind the bright sunlight of a weekday lunchtime and entering the closed, almost conspiratorial atmosphere of a typical suburban joint. She stood motionless for a moment, disoriented by the sudden change of her surroundings. It was almost like stepping through a secret door into another world.



The thought occurred to her that she was experiencing the opposite of blinking in sudden sunlight. An old cliché sprang to her mind, the wife secretly coming to check up on the husband’s lunchtime assignation, concerned he was with some scarlet woman. He’d arranged to meet her here, but her imagined watchers wouldn’t know that. Jennifer decided that the quickest way to stop these half-remembered, low-rent plot-lines from hampering her behavior was to simply find her husband; and so she headed forward randomly.



Quickly acclimatizing, Jennifer heard the familiar sound of her husband’s laugh and turned to find him watching TV with some other guys at the bar. She mischievously traced her red painted fingernails lightly down the back of his denim shirt, moving to the side so that he immediately caught her face as he turned around. He grinned: exactly his wife’s usual style of announcing her presence to him.



“Not often we get to hook up in a bar these days, eh babe?” he muttered to her, looping his arm around her curvy waist and casting a rather obvious look down at her assets. Jennifer was dressed fairly conservatively, given that she had business to attend to; but the weather was hot, and he was rewarded with the first glimpse of her full cleavage in several hours. “Nice. What’s for dinner?”



Jennifer laughed, never growing tired of her handsome husband’s style of compliments. His shirt was almost as revealing as her tank top, and she slipped a hand onto his chest, humming gently. “You. No, me. Whatever!” They laughed together and Jennifer thought they would retire to a table to order; but Adam surprised her by first telling her the food order was placed, and then immediately leading her over to a group of men by the pool tables.



“Ben, this is my wife Jen,” he introduced a little casually, then started to correct himself.



“Jennifer,” the light-bearded man corrected without missing a beat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am, we’ve been hearing about you.” She supposed that her look of mild consternation must have been marked, as three or four of the men chuckled. It was friendly laughter however, and she felt included. “I mean to say, Adam has been telling us about your shared interests… and before you get the wrong idea again…” one of his friends chuckled filthily: “I’m talking about the bike thing.”



Jennifer knew something like this had been coming, of course; Ben was too casual to be winding her up. “Oh, yes!” she actually clapped her hands. “I’m getting really into it now, and Adam has been a really great teacher.”



Ben was tall and well-built, with a light stubble and a fairly calloused face. Jennifer’s instinctive reaction was to back off: something about him felt a little threatening. But his body language and his friendly smile told an entirely different story. He flashed that smile at her husband now. “I always figured he would be, so when he mentioned you were planning to get your own bike, I knew he’d have you up to speed quickly.”



Jennifer launched into an enthusiastic history of her interest in motorbikes and engines, referring to her tomboy streak when she was younger, and her first proper encounters with engines. For some reason she wanted these men to see her as an enthusiast in her own right; she supposed because she felt challenged by the situation. She didn’t know what this was all about, but she was happy to talk about herself, and she was genuinely enthusiastic on the subject. She concluded her personal history. “And then this year I spent a whole day riding out with Adam and some friends, though we didn’t stay overnight.”



“Aw, you gotta do an overnight trip, especially in the summer. You can get to some great places from here.” Some of Ben’s friends chimed in, and she found herself in the middle of a discussion about the best way to spend a summer biking excursion.



It was a few moments later when their food arrived, and the couple withdrew to the service area. “Maybe we can join you sometime! Anyway it was great getting to know you!” Jennifer withdrew, followed by several pairs of eyes.



Once they were seated, Adam confided in his wife. “That was a good thing to say. You remember the bunch of guys I rode out with for that afternoon, back in May?”



“I assumed you were having an affair,” Jennifer winked.



“Well I did use that as an excuse. But hey… turns out it was that lot over there, not the blonde heiress I was telling you about.”



Jennifer giggled. She knew she could totally trust Adam, and so the idea of some skinny society rat bag turning his head made her chuckle. “Ben and his boys.”



“Right. After we’ve eaten, I’ll join them for a game of pool. It’s worth a shot… you know we’ve got that weekend to ourselves coming right up?” Their daughter would be staying with friends, leaving the couple alone. “Well it falls right on that Saturday. They don’t seem that keen on having girls along, but I’ll try.”



“I wish you’d told me, I wouldn’t have put so many clothes on this morning! Adam, that is a great idea!” Jennifer beamed over her burger. “That’s why I married you… I love a man with initiative.”



“Just doin’ my best for you, babe.”



***



Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate on her work, but always returning in her mind to the thought of a full day out riding with her husband and the guys from the bar. The thought of her being one biker among many somehow made the prospect more exciting, and less daunting. She knew she felt confident enough to take the next step to this kind of ride, and just hoped that Adam would have persuaded Ben to see her interest in such a light.



She wasn’t even disturbed when Adam failed to return home, taking his absence as a sign that things had been going well at the bar. She didn’t dare to call him, for fear that she would come across as a nagging or dependent wife – just the sort of image she needed to avoid in the eyes of a bunch of testosterone-fuelled guys. By the time Adam finally rolled in toward the end of the evening, she was bursting for news.



“Well?” she quizzed him immediately, a hopeful smile lighting up her face. “Good news for Jen?”



Adam caressed her face a little clumsily before kissing her upturned lips. He had clearly been drinking and Jennifer quickly realized that he had been in the bar the whole time. “You’re so hot,” he told her, sliding a hand down her figure.



Jennifer giggled. “Come ON!” she urged. “You’ve got to tell me! Did you manage to…”



“I’m getting to that honey! You shouldn’t interrupt your man.” Jennifer knew he was playing with her, and decided to play along. She waited for him to continue. “Yeah, you’re hot, and those guys back at the bar…” – he gestured with his thumb and stifled a hiccough – “they think so too. So I bargained you into the ride!”



Jennifer bounced excitedly, but had to ask: “What…. deal, Adam?”



Adam let out a dirty belly-laugh at her concern. “Nothing too bad, babe! Don’t worry.” He steadied himself for the explanation, then held up two fingers to illustrate. “Two things,” he told her. “First, they don’t have passengers along, so you actually have to ride the bike… up-front… and of course I told them we’re sharing, so we’ll be doing half a ride each, and that’s cool with them. But that’s the deal – you do have to drive!”



Jennifer clapped her hands with glee. “Well, that’s what I wanted!”



Adam put one finger down. “And second, well, when they take girls along they like them to be…. Oh, hot girls, like you are, yeah? They just like a bit of eye-candy.”



“Eye-candy?” Jennifer giggled.



“You know… it’s just a matter of giving them…” He glanced down at his wife’s ample chest: “Something to look at.”



Jennifer giggled again, and ran a hand through her brunette locks. “They really liked me?” She twirled a strand of hair flirtatiously across her face.



“Uh-huh.”



“So… I just need to show myself off a bit? And I get to ride with you and the guys?” she winked at him, then traced a hand across her husband’s chest. With the alcohol inside him, he was easily distracted.



“Yeah…” Adam grinned, enjoying her tracing her fingers down his body.



“Well honey,” she lilted in her sexy southern accent. “I think I can manage that darling. You have done so well!” Jennifer reached the growing bulge in her husband’s jeans.



“Yeah? You’re happy with that?” he asked.



“Baby, I’ll show you just how happy I am!” Jennifer traced her fingers across the outline of Adam’s erection and expertly unfastened his belt before sinking to her knees on the kitchen floor. As she tugged his jeans open, she glanced mischievously up at him. “I’ll show myself off all right. But you’re the one who gets the real perks, baby.” She freed him from the jeans before kissing him again from where she was kneeling. Judging from Adam’s excitement, this wouldn’t take long.



***



On the morning of the ride, Jennifer woke feeling buoyant. Parting from their daughter, even for a short period, was always difficult; but after the goodbyes and the promises to be good, she began to focus her attention on the excitement of the day ahead.



Jennifer’s thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Adam earlier in the week. The idea that she would be driving the bike herself for at least half the distance filled her with girlish enthusiasm. Her husband would just be her passenger, and she’d get to show this bunch of guys that she was as good a rider as any man. “Awesome!” she chuckled to herself melodically, picturing herself as the only biker chick in a group of men, riding with the wind in her hair.



The mental picture turned her thoughts to the other “condition” which Ben had set for her inclusion on the ride. No passenger chicks, he’d said, riders only… and she’d have to be accept her role as the eye candy for the men. Jennifer threw herself onto the bed and stretched out as she contemplated that thought. So Adam would get to show off his sexy wife, and she’d have to put up with being constantly checked out. Some of those men were actually quite handsome, and what girl didn’t like being eyed up when she was feeling good? Well, she sighed to herself with an ironic grin, I suppose I can force myself…



Jennifer knew she had over an hour till Adam got back, so she took a luxurious shower and contemplated her clothes while her hair quickly in the day’s rising temperature. She hoped that she and Adam would have some privacy at the end of the day, because riding often left her feeling aroused. How could a woman not be affected by the power of a big engine between her thighs? Jennifer settled on a pair of sheer black panties, shiny and sexy yet plenty comfortable for the ride. Nobody would see these until Adam undressed her at the end of the day. She was sure that if they were left alone, she could coax him to use the remainder of his energy up on her!



Being endowed with mouthwatering 38D breasts, Jennifer had a good selection of hold-up bras to choose from; it took her only a moment to choose her most overtly sexy. Black to match her panties, and flattering and revealing; she hooked the straps over her shoulders and checked out her cleavage in the mirror. Her tanned breasts were held up like a ripe offering by the thin, sensual material: she knew right away that this was a winning look for the day. Tracing her hand down the front of her bra she checked for comfort, feeling her fingertip brush her own nipple. A delicious spasm of excitement flowed from her breast, right down her curvy figure. She may be planning to spend the day in a testosterone-filled environment, but she felt all woman today!



Checking her classic lingerie in the mirror, Jennifer was pretty happy with how she looked. Her tanned body was well-defined after all the work she’d been putting in at the gym; yet her tanned skin retained its soft appearance. Curvy in the right places, she grinned to herself. As usual, she frowned at the freckles which smattered her tanned shoulders, upper arms and breasts. Like many women, she saw this as a weakness; no matter how Adam praised their cuteness. She’d never fully understand mens’ professed liking for such blemishes, she mused; but seeing that it often turned her husband on to examine them, she concluded that they might not be all bad.



Such self-contemplation naturally led to further preparations. Jennifer knew that this was no kind of day for modest make-up, and she reveled in her intention of a heavy making-up session.



Bikers were suckers for eye makeup, she knew this from experience; so Jennifer spent a while carefully applying black liner, a hint of mascara, and grey eye shadow. The effect on her face pleased her: pretty obvious, but sexy, she decided. Finishing off with her favorite pink blusher high on her cheeks and a light red lipstick, she playfully pouted in the mirror. Jennifer was naturally pretty, but like any young woman had learned to make the most of herself. She looked smoking hot sitting there in her sheer black panties and thin push-up bra, wearing full make-up and lipstick, her lightly damp, unkempt dark brunette hair tumbling down to her freckled shoulders. She was pleased with the result, and giggled girlishly to herself: they wouldn’t see her in this state of undress, but somehow she just knew she was going to pass the “biker” test.



Finally she turned to the question of clothing. Practicality dictated that she wear jeans, of course, and Jennifer chose the tightest pair she owned; if she hadn’t been working out regularly, she reckoned it wouldn’t have been possible to squeeze herself into the skin-tight blue denim. But today they were a perfect fit, showing off her firm ass deliciously. A smile lit up her eager young face as she looked over her shoulder to check herself out in the mirror. It was a day when everything just seemed to be working for her.



Almost without thinking, Jennifer threw on a favorite tank top. The grey, familiar material was comfortable and it fit snug around her breasts, covering most of her cleavage. She looked and felt great, but she was supposed to be eye candy – she needed to think more out of the comfort zone. What was the point in wearing a sexy bra if it didn’t show her off? Searching through her drawers, Jennifer found a light black top which she didn’t recall owning. Pulling on the new tank top, she remembered why: the front of the thin-strapped top was daringly low-cut, far more revealing than she normally wore. There weren’t many occasions where it was appropriate. The slinky fabric stretched around her breasts lightly, but hardly concealed more than her bra was already covering anyway.



Feeling barely half-dressed, Jennifer stared critically at her reflection. Was this the sort of thing Adam had in mind? Her breasts did look impressively full and soft with so much of them on show. Jennifer realized that the full effect of her tight top and jeans was like glamming herself up for a night on the town, or appearing in some dumb rock video. Yeah, she did look good – though maybe a little available. Well, she was eye-candy for bikers, that was for sure. That’s what her husband had instructed, and he was going to be right there with her… Then, right on cue as she considered his opinion, she heard Adam’s car pull into the driveway. Jennifer quickly set about arranging her hair as the car engine shut off.



Jennifer heard her husband coming through the house, and a thrill of wicked excitement gripped her as he reached the bedroom. “Babe, you just gotta be in here,” he said matter-of-factly just before she saw him enter the room casually and stop dead in his tracks. Jennifer enjoyed seeing her husband’s eyes widen when he saw her. “Oh. Wow.”



Jennifer giggled at the suddenly boyish expression on her husband’s face. “What do you think, Adam? I need to be the eye candy, you said,” she chirped. “Is this the sort of thing you had in mind?”



For an answer, Adam approached her and slipped his arm behind her, feeling her through the taut denim, instinctively cupping his hand gently around her ass. “You look so hot,” he muttered, pressing his lips against Jennifer’s eager soft mouth.



Jennifer kissed him lovingly, and let out a little squeal of delight at his tongue’s eagerness to explore her mouth. “I guess that means yes!” she fluttered her dark eyelashes, delighted by Adam’s display of attraction. She knew he was impressed: Jennifer always knew when her husband’s cock had begun to stiffen, and it did so even before his other hand started to caress her exposed breasts.



The couple enjoyed a moment of passion and for a minute, Jennifer thought that the sexy outfit might be coming right off her again. But as she felt his hard cock through his jeans, she happened to glimpse the clock through the corner of her eye, causing her to halt. “Honey, we’ve got to go soon,” she breathed in her melodic southern accent. “You don’t want to be late, they’ll assume it was your wife that made you late, and I don’t wanna get the blame…”



They laughed together. Adam replied of course, that nobody would blame him; but he knew how much his wife wanted to enjoy this weekend, and so didn’t press his ardor. “Later then, babe,” he muttered, heading to the bathroom to compose himself. “Damn, you sure do look beautiful. I’ll get you on your own tonight.”



“You hope!” Jennifer laughed, knowing now that at the least she was going to have fun teasing her husband.



***



It was only a few blocks out to the outdoor parking lot where they had arranged to meet, and Jennifer was just getting used to being on the bike again when they pulled in. They weren’t even the last to arrive, as she had feared, but there was still a contingent of eight or nine men there to see the couple pull up.



They were greeted with whoops and hand-slaps as they circled to find a good place to pull up the bike. Heads were turned, more towards Jennifer than the bike or its owner. Her jeans were stretched tight around her strong, round thighs as she was slanted forward in her riding position, and even clung to the tops of her calves. There the view of leg ended, for she had worn a pair of wide black boots over her jeans, and these stretched right up to her calves. The heels of the boots stretched out behind her from where her feet perched on the bike, drawing glances from the men. A glimpse of cleavage was all that was offered, all but hidden behind her husband as she the bike came to a halt.



“Nice machine,” one guy chimed out approvingly as Adam cut the engine.



“Nice lady too,” another shot in immediately. Everyone laughed in jovial spirit, nobody more loudly than Jennifer.



“I was going to say that,” retorted the first biker, to further amusement.



“Well, thank you all, I’m sure,” Jennifer responded graciously, her sexy voice winning favor all round. She swung her legs from the seat and climbed down from the bike. She had tied her hair back to ride and released it now, noticing the way the men’s’ eyes were drawn to her. She knew she was going to get plenty of attention today, but this moment felt a little awkward: what was she supposed to do now that every man there was gawping at her? She had seen a couple of them unashamedly looking her up and down; some were brazenly staring at her chest, now that she was no longer sheltered behind Adam. She took a deep breath, and felt the low cut of her tank top tighten around her bulging cleavage. For a moment, Jennifer felt like she was just a piece of meat on display for them. She shook her hair loose, drawing yet more approval, when Adam cut into the moment by climbing from the saddle and doing his best to distract them.

“Jerry, I know you, how’s it goin’… hey Steve, you met Jennifer my wife before, yeah?… But you three guys…” he motioned to a small group who were regarding the new arrivals coolly with mischief in their eyes, “I don’t like the look of you at all. Oh boy, no.” There was more good-natured laughter and an implicit intention to take it slow on the new arrivals. Adam ushered his wife toward Dave, a mustached man she had met at the bar, providing her with a foothold in to the group.



As they shared some Coke, Jennifer felt herself relax: it had been a nervous moment, strutting across the asphalt among those unfamiliar, somewhat burly bikers in her boot-heels and skin-tight jeans. She had worn a light leather jacket which partly covered her for now, but she was already feeling the heat of male attention. When she turned to say something to Adam, she noticed a guy with a short black beard, who had yet to speak to her, simply staring at her backside. She knew, from the care she had taken preparing herself, that he would be able to clearly see the shape of her firm, round buttocks through those jeans. Well, she thought to herself, it’s started – this is the price of riding out with the guys today! Jennifer couldn’t help feeling flattered, and a little thrill of excitement ran through her as she realized she would be getting a whole day of this kind of treatment.



Dave made sure that Jennifer met a couple of guys, while Adam stayed close by, giving her room to be herself. Jennifer appreciated that, and enjoyed the meetings; she was full of energy after her quick tussle with her husband and a short ride, and she was genuinely excited about the day ahead. Plus, it was impossible not to be flattered.



Andy, an older guy with flecks of grey in his hair, tried hard to look her in the eye but his gaze kept getting drawn downward. He looked as if he hadn’t seen a 30-year-old woman’s breasts in years. Jeff, the black beard guy, was about her age, but kind of quiet, yet in a slightly unnerving way. He was kind of sleazy, she decided as he stared into her face during a pause in the chat. Alex, on the other hand, was a painfully shy 20-year-old with a fresh face who blushed when she talked to him and kept looking away. Jennifer giggled – so this was what it meant to be the sole eye candy! She glanced down at her cleavage and pulled her leather around herself a little – perhaps she should keep it in reserve, in case she wanted something.



Just then a group of three bikes roared around a corner and into the parking lot. “Full house!” shouted Dave, and Jennifer recognized Ben from the night before. He threw her a mock-salute as he passed, and he and his two buddies dismounted. Like some of the men, he was a light black leather jacket; his friends were both in dirty leather vests. Nobody was wearing anything heavier, due to the humidity of the late summer.



“Guys…” Ben disappeared into the throng. It was obvious to Jennifer, as obvious as it had been before in the bar, that Ben was the unspoken leader of the group. That was fine, she thought, she knew him and he’d invited her along.



No sooner had she thought this than he approached her. “And the lovely Jennifer,” he grinned confidently, stretching out her hand to take hers. She offered it, and he grasped hold of her and kissed it. Then, her forearm; her shoulder, and cheek, in a comical fashion. Jennifer giggled loudly, realizing what he was doing: making light of her position. It cut through any remaining nervousness for her, and the two laughed together. “Hope they’re treating you well, doll. You are looking fine.” He winked at her and turned away.



“Nice,” Dave confided in her. “That means he’s glad you’re along for the ride.”



Jennifer nodded eagerly and patted Adam’s backside, as he returned to her side. She felt good, and even feeling Jeff’s eyes on her again failed to dent her buoyant mood. Let him stare, she thought to herself, that’s what I’m here for and I’m going to have fun!



After a few minutes, Ben clapped his hands and a near silence fell. “OK gentlemen… and, of course, lady…” Ben mock-bowed toward Jennifer, drawing another giggle from her.



“Y’all are so sweet,” she responded.



“Why yes, we are, Jennifer. Anyhow folks, you know we’re headed for my friend Jack’s place tonight…”



“Jack Daniels.” That was Jeff, muttering almost to himself. A few labored laughs was all it drew.



“… He’s got room for us all, with the tents we brought, and you’re gonna love the lake. Now, you might not have room for your fishing gear…”



“Jennifer’s got MY rod!” Andy’s quip drew laughter from all around, and Jennifer wiggled her hips in acknowledgment of the better joke.



“Already, Andy? Anyway, but what we do have is whisky, green, some cards, good music, and good riding country. Sound good?” There were cheers. “Plus…” He leaned toward Jennifer, and she sensed another quip coming as all eyes drew toward her. He whispered: “If you’re real good I’ll show ya my scars from that shark I killed.”



Jennifer laughed again. “Appendix scar!” someone shouted.



“Who said that?” Ben grinned, and kicked his bike into action. He twisted the throttle, making it growl furiously, then led the procession out of the lot – at a comically steady pace. “Oh, why, I’ll get you…” his voice trailed out of range, running the gamut of cartoon characters.



“He’s funny!” Jennifer laughed to Adam as she climbed onto his bike. “Dunno why you were worried.”



She got comfortable behind her husband again, tying her hair at the first lights before the bikes left town. A cop car slowed to regard them, but these were known to be pretty enthusiastic, harmless bikers and the police knew that if they gave them a berth, there would be no trouble. Live and let live: these were just guys out to have some fairly harmless fun. Things got a bit rough from time to time but there was much more to worry about.



As they hit the open road, the group thinned out a little into groups of riders enjoying the space on the road. Adam rode toward the back of the group at first, but there always seemed to be someone slower. That was fine, because the last thing Jennifer wanted was to be the chick who was always last. “Come on!” she pushed her husband’s side and whispered into his ear as the road straightened out. “Let’s have a bit of speed!”



Jennifer clung on to Adam as they raced forward. She loved feeling the power of the bike, the exhilaration of the rushing air, and the vibrations hitting her right between the legs. Jennifer’s boots held a strong grip on the bike, but still her thighs juddered wildly as they rode quickly over a rough patch of road. She squealed gently to herself, and clung tightly to her husband. She had not forgotten how Adam had gone for her back in the bedroom, and she enjoyed wrapping her arms around him. No doubt he was feeling pretty pleased with himself, after seeing how the guys had reacted to his wife; and she couldn’t blame him.



Jennifer leaned back a little, and a whoosh of air whipped inside her jacket, cooling her exposed cleavage. A blissful smile spread across her beautiful face as she felt it quickly billow down her tank top, cooling her from breast to belly. God, that felt nice. She winked at Dave, whose eyes she met as she glanced to her right. Even now, there seemed to be eyes on her all around! Well, let them stare, she thought to herself. She was having fun with Adam now. She planted a kiss on the back of his neck, and sensed him respond with approval.



Coming to an incline, Adam changed down as the engine labored slightly, so that the revs increased. Jennifer felt the increased vibrations travel up through the seat, juddering through her thighs and buttocks. Never having ridden in such tight jeans before, the sensation caught her by surprise. She could really feel her ass start to judder with the engine! She gasped, giggling at how it felt, and thinking that it probably looked pretty raunchy. She glancing behind to see who was there. Sure enough, a row of three bikes were right behind.



She might have known it. Those guys! But Jennifer was too excited by enjoying the country road with her husband to think about that now. She punched the air with one hand, and let out a wild “Whoooo!!!” Take that, guys, she thought to herself. Adam grinned, not knowing quite how closely his wife was being ogled from behind. Jennifer pushed herself up a little with her strong legs, lifting her ass off the seat for a moment, and wiggled it for the pursuing bikers to see. Her wide hips swayed, jiggling her big, firm ass purposefully through the tight jeans. “How you like that?” she called back. Thumbs were raised.



As Jennifer relaxed back down on the seat, she glanced back again. Who the hell was she showing off her butt to, anyway? One guy who’d been in that little group when she first arrived. Hah, she’d guessed as much – those guys’ eyes had been all over her! Then she recognized Ben, who had a big grin on his face. How the hell had he got back there? Jennifer blushed: somehow that made it more personal, being checked out by someone the guy who’d invited her along. But oh well. And…. oh, yes of course, Jeff, the sleazy black beard guy. Well, she didn’t care. If the price of this fun ride was having a pervert check out her ass, it was more than worth paying! It didn’t do any harm anyway; and right now, she even enjoyed the feeling.



Further down the road, Adam began overtaking a few of the other riders. Nobody seemed to be making a huge effort to pass them again, and soon Adam’s bike was near the front of the ride. When they hit the front of the line, Jennifer thought she’d better clue her husband in. She leaned forward to call into his ear. “You realize everybody is checking out my ass?” she called.



Adam laughed. “I wondered why they were going so slow!” he eased up on the throttle a little. “Well baby, I did warn you. And like I told you back at home…” he paused, reminded of their encounter in the bedroom and how he had longed to go further with her at the time… “You look totally beautiful, so I’m not surprised. Baby, are you still OK with this? They’re being pretty obvious.”



“Hell yeah!” she answered without a pause. Jennifer thoroughly loving the ride, and had no intention of letting up. It was especially enjoyable, too, knowing that she was the source of all the sexual interest on the trip; with all those men, including her husband, lusting over her, she felt totally alive. “It’s just boys being boys! Baby, I’m totally loving the ride, and I feel all woman… your woman!” she squeezed her arms around him and slipped a hand down briefly to Adam’s crotch. “And I can’t wait until tonight.”



“Me neither,” Adam admitted, stiffening a little while trying to keep his attention on the road. “I hope we get some time to ourselves, you know what I mean?” He was answered by a feminine hum and a kiss on the back of his neck.



Other bikes started to pass them again and the whole bunch of them rode for perhaps another hour. Adam and Jennifer moved backward and forward through the line of riders serendipitously, enjoying the scenery and the freedom of the road. The attention paid to Jennifer was not a constant obsession, but it was ever-present; with around a dozen riders in the group there was always at least one or two nearby, and Jennifer with her jeans and boots stretched tightly around her strong legs was a sight from which none of the men could easily overlook.



After a long curve in the road, Adam saw a little diner by the side of the road and noted that there a whole bunch of bikes parked in the wasteland just to the side. A little trail led fed the parking lot from the road, and as he neared he realized that this was where the group was going to break. In fact, he could see some of them in the lot already, finally noticing that Ben was waving him over.



As Adam pulled off the road into the little space, some of the men whooped and clapped. Adam circled the cluster of men and bikes, and one of Ben’s friends let out a wolf-whistle. Both husband and wife laughed at this, and a big smile spread across Jennifer’s face. “Blow them a kiss, Jen,” she heard her husband say; but she hardly needed encouragement.



As they neared the group, she pouted her red lips in their direction, motioning with her hand. A couple of men cheered, and one wolf-whistled loudly; Jennifer giggled, and Adam decided to play along, slowing to a crawl and circling the group a second time. Quickly, Jennifer shook down her hair and raised her arms, gyrating her shapely figure from side to side in the seat.



At this low speed, it was possible to see the exquisite spot of cleavage where her smooth breasts met, heaving with excitement took deep breaths of the warm air, a look of girlish delight on her flushed face. Somebody called out that her arrival was “Awesome!”, and Jennifer raised her ass from the seat again, giving herself a few smacks on the seat of her pants. Her sweet giggles could be heard over the sound of the engine, until her husband slowed and parked up by the side of the other bikes.



Jennifer leapt off the saddle eagerly before he had even secured the bike. She clapped girlishly with delight and greeted the group that stood there, while the last few bikes rode in. She was loving this attention now, and wanted to play up to it. “Hey Ben!” she called out. “Hi Andy! Wow, it’s hot now, don’t you think?” She quickly took off her leather jacket, exposing her bare, tanned arms and leaving nothing more substantial than her little black tank top to cover her eye-catching cleavage.



Unsurprisingly, a number of the men were looking in her direction. “That was an awesome ride, wasn’t it? I’m having such a great time!” She bounced toward them energetically, demonstrating her excitement after the morning’s ride. Her impressive cleavage wobbled deliciously against the tight material, her sexy wisps of dark hair now dancing around the freckled skin of her shoulders.



“Awesome, yeah,” one of the quieter guys muttered: a blond-haired guy in his late thirties called Rob, his mouth almost hanging open as he tried not to stare too obviously.



“The day’s definitely heating up,” Andy concurred, glancing down at her boot-covered calves. She saw him run his eyes slowly up her strong thighs, the dark blue jeans molded tightly around them, before lingering on her gorgeously exposed, tanned cleavage and finally returning, with just a trace of guilt, to her pretty, glossily made-up young face. Jennifer was genuinely excited by the ride of course, and with the testosterone in the group all directed her way, she could feel her body responding. Her breasts were tingling exquisitely as her husband joined the group, and the last of the bikes shut down their engines.



She beamed back at Andy even as Adam joined in the conversation, loving the obvious way he had eyed her up. She fluttered her mascara-laden lashes at Andy, knowing that Adam would not mind; and then gave the same treatment to another of the guys who engaged her in discussions about the morning’s ride.



Jennifer cut a strong feminine figure standing confidently among the men, the womanly shape of her legs obvious through her tight jeans, emphasized by the high heels on her boots. It was easy for Ben to spot her, and as Adam was distracted to talking about bikes with some of the guys, he cheekily approached her and slipped a hand around her curvy waist. “How did ya like that, baby?” he muttered gruffly in her ear. “It’s more fun in a big group, eh?”



Jennifer turned her pretty face upward to Ben’s unshaven face. “You bet!” she nodded enthusiastically, thrilling as she saw his eyes, too, dip down into her cleavage. From his close position, she quickly guessed that he would be able to make out her bra inside the little top; from the look on his face, she knew she was right.



“Now, I know you’re gonna be up the front end of the bike in the afternoon, right girl? I told your hub, that’s part of the deal, right?” Ben winked.



Jennifer’s face lit up all the more. “Oh, you bet! I just love to be up front!” she pushed her chest out a little, giggling, and nibbled on a finger. Playing the sex kitten was so much fun for her, and Ben was a little less obvious about his desires than some of the men there, which made him all the more fun for her.



He grinned back at her, then gave a slow, confident glance down at her front. “I can see that,” he drawled.



Jennifer giggled like a flirty teenager, enjoying the wicked frisson of the situation. She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. “Thank you, Ben,” she laughed, before some of the other riders joined them and the moment was ended.



Jennifer even found that she was comfortable with being temporarily separated from her husband. Everything felt so casual and fun. One rider, a fairly handsome thirty-something long-haired guy called Josh, engaged her in a discussion about keeping hair protected while riding. She was flattered again when he touched her hair, telling her how soft and it was, and joking that he should get tips for his rather unkempt, wispy hair. Jennifer joined in the laughter at that, and enjoyed the way the conversation seemed to center around her appearance.



Entering the bar, it seemed totally natural when the hand that slipped around her waist was Ben’s, rather than Adam’s. He even caressed her back with familiarity, before being replaced briefly by Rob, and then Andy.



Sitting opposite from her husband at the table, she accepted a drink and food that was bought for her, as well as a good many smiles and a few friendly caresses from the men. There seemed no harm in any of this, as Adam was right there with her, sharing in the conversation and clearly enjoying himself. He was also looking on her with an extra sense of pride today, she noticed. The only unfriendly eyes belonged to the blonde waitress who brought the food. Jennifer barely noticed as the sullen girl shot her a number of dirty glances. It didn’t matter of course, as the party began to group for the second part of the ride, and Jennifer found that her meal had already been paid for.



***



With everyone regrouped at their machines, Jennifer showed no hesitation in climbing aboard the front of the bike. She had been looking forward to this part of the day more than anything, and for now she suddenly dropped her interest in her lustful fan club and turned her attention to the bike. She was comfortable with the machine, but given the excitement of the day and with food and some beer inside her she wanted to avoid any silly mistakes.



Jennifer had tied her hair up behind her and stowed her jacket. With Adam behind her she confidently kick-started and drove a slow, relaxed circle around the area before following Andy and Josh out onto the road. Her attitude commanded a certain respect, and with Adam suddenly riding as her passenger she began to turn savor the experience.



The sky was blue and the humid afternoon turned to a warm rush of wind as the bikes surged forward, Jennifer loving the feel of power between her legs. Adam barely guided her driving, presumably sitting back and enjoying the passing scenery instead. Jennifer liked the area they were driving through, but she was more interested in making a good job of the riding.



She noticed that some of the attention was off her for the time being. Perhaps because she was doing a good job, she was getting no special attention; and presumably the guys couldn’t really see so much of her with Adam right behind. For almost an hour she was unbothered by the attentions of the men.



Jennifer played with speed a little and experimented with acceleration and revs on the open road. Seeing what she was about, Andy pulled up beside her with a grin on his face. He pointed at toward a big old tree by the side of the road which could be seen in the distance. Jennifer giggled, nodded vigorously, and careened off ahead of the older man.

Perhaps it was his experience, or lack of a passenger, that told in the end; but Andy pulled comfortably up alongside the frustrated Jennifer by the time they reached the marker. As he winked at her, she pouted back petulantly.



Jennifer played a little with the other bikes, toying with other little race-skirmishes along the way, joining in with the fun.



The afternoon was drawing on as the road began to climb and the air became cooler. The group generally slowed to a lower speed although the incline was only gradual. Slowly, Jennifer became more aware of the vibrations juddering through her body – her ass, and her chest. With the slight but noticeable dip in temperature, she was aware that her tank top was hardly enough cover, but she was hardly going to stop now to add more clothing.



It was Ben first, who pulled up alongside to shout “Nice work, lady!” at her, and whose eyes first swept down to her cleavage. Jennifer had almost forgotten how much of herself was on display; but following his eyes now, she almost shocked herself at the sight of her prominent, vibrating cleavage. She was visibly wobbling on this road! She felt a sudden thrill between her thighs as some of the other guys exchanged glances with her, and the thrill of being the day’s plaything returned to her.



A few miles further on, Jennifer began to see signs to their destination, and the scenery changed a little, becoming greener. Seeing that the ride out was nearing its end, she began to think of the evening among this bunch of men. She also wondered how she would get to be alone with Adam, remembering their encounter at the start of the day. Would they be given space to themselves with all these men around? She realized that as the miles had passed, her pussy had grown gently moistened from the pounding of the road on the bike between her legs. This was normal for her, and part of the reason that she loved to ride. She hoped again that she would get to be with Adam tonight.



With the ride now slower, it was more obvious to the men what a voluptuous figure Jennifer was showing at the front of the bike. There was some unrestrained leering at the amount of tanned, full breast gently vibrating above the low line of her stretched tank top. Aware of the attention she was getting, Jennifer became more aware that her nipples were beginning to harden. The chill of the wind buffeting her exposed skin did little to stop that, but there was little she cared to do to rectify the situation now. She felt Adam’s hands around her waist, and a sweet sensation of desire awoke within her bouncing, nubile body. She shifted uncomfortably inside her jeans. These things were so tight! As if reading her thoughts, Adam cupped her ass for a moment.



With a roar of his engine, Ben assumed direction of the group. He led them off from a side-turn in the road, quickly guiding them through a dense patch of trees before turning up a narrow driveway. Emerging at the apex, a miniature scene of idyllic natural beauty greeted the riders.



The drive led out onto an expanse of gravel, which led up to a large pine shack with an open porch. It was well constructed and obviously carefully tended, and presented a gleaming welcome from the relatively dark driveway. Beyond the shack, an expanse of grass led down to the tiny shore of a placid lake – only a few acres in width and giving an appearance of shallowness in depth, but nevertheless a place of some beauty. There was even a tiny jetty with an old rowboat attached by a short length of rope. The far side of the lake was just out of view, disappearing into trees, but its full size could easily be guessed. Jennifer gasped with delight: she had given little thought to their destination, but this was a far better sight to behold at the end of her first long solo ride, than she could have imagined.



Ben led the now slow procession of bikes to the shack, waving an arm coolly as a well-built man emerged. He quickly kicked his bike onto its stand, jumped off and exchanged buddy-punches with the owner of the shack. The signal set, there was general confusion as everyone tried to find a suitable place to leave their bikes. Jennifer laughed to herself as she joined in the melee, noting the Ben and the well-built guy watched with amusement.



Ben introduced their host as Jack; a number of them nodded with familiarity, and he made his way around the rest of the group. Some of the men had wasted no time in opening their travel-packs and distributing beer, and there were assurances that plenty more was to come.



When they were introduced to Jack, Jennifer and Adam felt as if they needed to be at their best behavior somehow; but despite his imposing height, a somewhat swarthy appearance and notable bicep, Jack had a slow, soothing manner which made them feel welcome. “I’ve been hearing good things about your riding, young lady,” he rumbled at Jennifer. She thanked him, noticing that his gaze seemed to take in both her face and her chest at the same time.



Jennifer grabbed a cool beer and glanced down at herself. Now in just her tight jeans and tank top, her body felt thoroughly aroused by the sensations of the ride. Her pussy was gently pulsing with excitement from the feeling of power she had enjoyed; one of the thin straps of her tank top had slipped down over her smooth shoulder, allowing the top to sink slightly further.



Jack made sure that Jennifer felt welcome, patting her behind familiarly as if it was the most natural thing to do. Jennifer giggled at the cheek of that, but her face showed that she would allow almost anything, being practically buzzing with delight at the way the day had turned out. Jack glanced down at her exposed push-up bra and winced at the sight of her soft young breasts sitting up pertly. Jack noticed the cute freckles on her tanned shoulders and cleavage, and was joined by Dave and Andy as the three of them engaged her in talk about the ride and location.



Jennifer continued to talk and jabber away excitedly, hardly stopping to wonder where Adam had got to. He’d be back. Music was starting up, and a party was starting to get moving. As Jennifer leaned back to take a gulp of the beer, her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, her top tightening further around her breasts and revealing, to the delight of the gawping three men, the exquisite dimples of Jennifer’s erect nipples poking through the top. The marks of her arousal remained visible after she had downed the beer.



Jack made the most of his position as host, slipping his arm around Jennifer’s shoulders. He towered above her, but she felt comfortable. “So, your husband’s…”



“Adam – oh, there he is, I was wondering where he’d gotten too!” she broke away for a minute, swapping hand-slaps with Josh as she bounced her way over to see him. Her perky nipples were all the more obvious now, and drew a number of lustful glances as she did so.



Adam was engaged in some drinking ritual with Ben and Jeff, but broke off to talk to his wife. He didn’t seem concerned about Jennifer’s state of half undress – like the rest of the men, he was happy to enjoy the view. She linked arms with him for a while at the table though, and downed a whisky. The pungent smell of marijuana smoke filled the air and the music grew louder, and the married couple began to enjoy the evening’s relaxation.



***



The sun set over the tree-tops rather than the lake, but made for a beautiful view of the sky nevertheless. Jennifer broke off from dancing with one or two of the guys, in time to catch a sheepish look from her husband. She hadn’t been with him for an hour or so, and now he was engaged in a game of cards.



Jennifer bounced over. “Now don’t bet the bike, honey!” she laughed lightheartedly at him. “We need to get home!”



Adam winked at her confidently. “How about I win us a new bike?” he answered loudly. Jennifer recognized the game as poker and realize what he was up to from the expressions on some of the other faces. The atmosphere seemed cool though, and she grabbed a beer, taking some air by the lakeside before returning to him.



“So, where’s my bike?” she laughed. She reckoned she could get away with such a massive breach of etiquette by virtue of being the only girl, and sat herself next to him on the bench.



Jennifer knew a losing hand when she saw one, and Adam was holding trash. He was playing a reasonable game though, and she was relieved when he folded rather than get involved in some silly bluff. When the hand ended, Jennifer left him – cards was not a favorite pastime, and she was now convinced that Adam was playing sensible enough. The stakes were not too high anyway – worth playing for, but nothing for her to worry about.



Since Adam was enjoying his occasional vice, Jennifer headed off to grab a beer and see if there was anything left worth smoking.



***



Barely half an hour had passed when Adam touched her arm. “Jen, I’m having a few problems back there…”



Jennifer was nicely buzzed by this point, and had almost forgotten that Adam had been gambling. It didn’t seem possible that there could be any sort of problem in this lovely place. “Tell your honey about it, baby.”



Adam explained the amount of money he’d fallen behind with; some of the players were more experienced than he was used to, so he’d been losing some hands, and had tried to recoup when he had a chance against weaker players. Slowly but surely however, he had fallen into a slippery slope. The amount he had lost made her concerned, but Adam assured her that he would make good. He was just asking her opinion – he wanted to get back to evens.



Jennifer looked into his eyes and found herself trusting his judgment; he didn’t seem to be drunk or overly concerned, he was just behaving earnestly by tell her. She sent him back with her blessing.



***



After another twenty minutes she thought she’d better drop in on the game. One look at her husband’s face told her everything had not turned good. Ben was talking to him: “You know Adam, if you want to lay your bike as security, I’d be happy to let you ride it home first.”



Jennifer couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had things got that bad? Adam shot her a sheepish look. She wondered what he had got himself into here. Adam was obviously trying to claw his way out of trouble but without funds remaining he was just slipping further into trouble



Without wanting to guide him further into problems, Jennifer suggested that if he knew what he was doing he could do the unthinkable, and take Ben up on his offer. It did seem like Ben was trying to help out of concern. It felt right enough; yes, and it wasn’t like he was betting the whole thing.



A few minutes later however, one of the guys unveiled a devastating hand to take more away. Jennifer saw the blood drain from her husband’s face. She knew this was getting serious now.



It was only another five minutes until Adam had practically lost their transport home. Jennifer shared his mortification – the idea of them having a bike each by next summer was suddenly evaporating before her eyes! She looked imploringly towards Ben, who had had perhaps the best night of all at the table.



To her surprise, Ben spoke straight to her as if he knew what she was thinking. “Sure, there could be another way out.”



Every set of men’s eyes at the table landed on her. If she hadn’t laid so much blusher on herself a little earlier, she might have turned red anyway.



“You know Adam, you must have noticed our lady here has been kind of popular with the guys. We could always have a little show to make up for your debts, what do you think?”



There was a chorus of approval around the table. Adam looked on helplessly as the men all stared at his wife. Jennifer had been bending over her husband’s chair and straightened, but couldn’t help a little wiggle of her wide hips as she did so. Her breasts were sitting proud for all to see, and there was an intake of air around the table.



Adam took a swig of the whisky he had previously been sipping. “What… sort of show?” Jennifer’s red painted lips parted a little. Was Adam considering this? What about what she thought? Maybe she needed a whisky herself!



Ben looked up at the exquisitely concerned expression on her flawless face. “What sort of show depends on how much you guys want the bike back. Or how much of that money you’re willing to do without.”



Now Jennifer really did need a whisky. But with the eyes of every man in the room on her, she found it difficult to consider the suggestion neutrally. And Adam seemed to be seriously considering the idea. “Well, perhaps…” The words had escaped her lips almost before her brain had decided to form them. What was she agreeing to? She glanced at Adam. He looked half shocked, half relieved. She had expected him to nip the idea in the bud. Now, Jennifer really grab his whisky.



***



Ten minutes later on the front porch, Jennifer found herself the only member of the gathering who was not seated. She had had not time to check herself, and so she appeared before them as she was dressed and made-up at that point of the evening: her curly, vibrant hair around her bare shoulders, her breasts straining to be free from the black bra and top; and her round ass and strong legs encased in skin-tight denims. As had been the case throughout the day, the men’s’ eyes devoured her hungrily.



With her dark blue jeans disappearing into her long black boots, she was hardly in a position to put on a sexy striptease. She exchanged a confused glance with her husband, who seemed slightly aroused to see his wife so obviously the center of attention after the long day. She supposed that Adam still carried the morning’s passion, and was craving her now; well, if all that was required to save the day was a quick flash of her breasts, she’d be happy enough with that. She was a bit foggy from the evening’s intake, and felt like there need be no issue with such a display.



Ben wasted no time, quickly removing Jennifer’s confusion about what he wanted. “OK Jennifer, you’ve been a great addition to the day so far, and I just know that we’re all liking what we’ve seen of you so far.”



There was a rumble of approval from the men, and to her distaste she heard the creepy Jeff call out, “Got that right!”



Ben continued: “We were all lovin’ your ass when you were on the back of the bike. Why don’t you bend over and remind us just how great that looks?”



Jennifer gasped. So this was what Ben wanted – her was going to show her off for the men’s’ amusement? She still didn’t think that jeans were good for a striptease, but she supposed that right now she would just do as she was told. She reasoned that there was nothing wrong with a bit of bending and flashing, if it saved the bike!



She turned her back to the watching men and stuck her round ass out toward them. Feeling the skin-tight denim of the jeans tighten around her ass, she leaned forward and presented Ben with the view he’d requested. There was an intake of breath, and a few whistles as she showed off her ass. Jennifer giggled, then gave her hips a little wiggle and ran a hand over her own taught roundness for them. “Like this?” she cooed. She glanced at Adam, who was staring just as hard as the other men.



Ben laughed. “Yup. Now who wants to feel that fine, fine ass?”



Jennifer gulped. So Ben wanted a hands-on show! She supposed that for the money at stake…



Her thought was cut short as an unwelcome voice spoke out. “I’ll take a piece of that!” Jeff called out. He hardly hesitated, striding toward her. Jennifer instinctively straightened: of all the men there, why did it have to be the guy who creped her out?



Ben laughed. “Oh come on Jen, let him have a feel! You don’t want to give up so soon, think of what’s at stake!”



She glanced Adam again who seemed to concur with Ben, and resigned herself to her fate. She glanced back at the black-bearded Jeff, who was already leering at her. She saw his eyes widen as she bent over provocatively for him and waited for the inevitable.



She caught her breath as she felt the initial contact. Jeff’s hand slithered its way slowly across her taught, round ass. Glancing back, at him, she caught the lustful gaze on his face as his fingertips explored the sweet crevice beneath her ass-cheeks, then roughly fondled her buttocks. She felt him shake her gently, causing her ass to wobble slightly; the men cheered, and Jeff gave her a couple of gentle slaps, then trailed his fingers right down the middle of her ass. It was such a filthy, intimate grope that there was felt her dignity had been snatched away in front of the watching eyes.



“Nice, Jeff, I bet that feels good.” Jack joined in with Ben’s baiting of their captive performer. “Ain’t it someone else’s turn now?”



Ben laughed. “Well, that’s the ass man happy. Now who else wants to play with our prize?”



Andy, was barely able to restrain himself. “I’ll have a piece of that action!” he laughed.



Jennifer felt that the men were being selected to creep her out the most! She was glad to see Jeff sit down again, but Andy was far too old to be getting his hands on her – no man with grey hair had ever touched her in a sexual way!



Still, all she had to do was concur and the day would be saved. Jennifer felt Andy’s hands confidently grab her waist, and encourage her to stand up. “Let’s take a look at this sexy top of yours,” he told her.



Jennifer watched as Andy’s earlier restraint gave way to an obvious longing for her flesh. He stood straight in front of her and gently stroked her neck, then her freckled shoulders. Her breasts were inches from his probing fingertips, rising to strain against her tight top as she breathed more heavily in response to his attentions. Her freckled, soft cleavage moved gently, inviting his touch.



As had been the case earlier in the evening, Jennifer’s her nipples were visible through the thin material of her top. Now, it gave the impression that she was aroused by Andy’s attentions. She had to admit that there was something exciting in being explored this way, with the audience watching in rapt attention. She could not help but gasp as he skillfully cupped one of her breasts through the thin material, feeling its weight, before finally brushing the backs of his fingers along her soft, exposed flesh and gently caressing the tops of her semi-exposed breasts.



“It’s pretty nice actually,” Jennifer laughed as his fingers dipped into her cleavage. There was another rumble of approval from the watching men, as she giggled girlishly while having her breasts felt. She glanced at Adam, who smiled back at her. This was pretty dirty, but not too bad, she decided – Adam was obviously enjoying the show, and if he was OK with it, then this was the best way out of their predicament.



Jennifer was braced for Andy to fully expose her womanhood, but he restricted himself to tracing his fingers over what was visible, and fondling her through her top. She had to admit it felt nice, and while this was the strangest of experiences in full view of the watching men, she knew there could be worse experiences having her attractiveness confirmed in front of these lusty men. She caught her breath as Andy rubbed his fingers across the little nubs in the material of her tank top, caused by her erect nipples. He squeezed gently, sending pleasurable sensations through her breasts. Jennifer gulped: there was no disguising how nice that felt. She writhed a little in her boots, while not daring to move from the spot in case she somehow transgressed whatever rules Ben had in mind. She ground the high heels of her boots into the ground.



It was Jack’s voice that broke the silence. “Oh yeah, I think she likes that!” There were laughs and claps. “What do you think, Adam?”



Adam just coughed and nodded: “Well, yeah, I guess she would!”



Jennifer knew that she should feel demeaned being discussed in this way; but somehow the attention was giving her a more agreeable sensation. She was almost disappointed when Ben called out to stop the contact: “All right. That’s enough for you right now, Andy.”

Jennifer wondered how much of this there would be. “Right now”, Ben had said: how much more fondling would there be? As she wondered, she was aware of a mumbled discussion between some of the men; and then Josh, the long-haired guy who had so complimented Jennifer’s looks a little earlier, stood up from his chair. “I’ll take that hit!” he said. She wondered what he meant.



Josh brushed the hair from Jennifer’s face, where it had fallen as Andy did his work. He appraised her as she stood before the men, running his eyes slowly over her ass bulging out of her sheer jeans, her breasts straining at her top. But Josh brushed his fingers against her face. “She looks beautiful, you know…” He appraised her closely, the thick mascara and liner framing her clear, hazel blue eyes, her blushed cheeks, her full, red lips. “I bet she looks fantastic giving head.”



The men all laughed. “Well, Adam?” Ben chuckled. “I bet she does, is he right?” Adam nodded sheepishly. “Well then,” Ben paused for effect. “Let’s see.”



Josh placed a hand on each of Jennifer’s shoulders, playing with her straps for a moment, before gently pushing downward. She gulped, and glanced at Adam, who seemed nervous, but nodded almost imperceptibly. Without thinking further, Jennifer sank to her knees to a chorus of approval from the watching men.



Now she knew she was in deep: she was kneeling in front of Josh, her face inches from his crotch. There was no mistaking what was expected to happen, and she supposed she would have to go through with it: Adam had nodded, and there was clearly an expectation. Things could go badly for them now, she reasoned, if she refused. Reaching her hands forward, Jennifer felt the bulge in Josh’s jeans: he was already quite hard, it seemed. As he loosened his belt, she tugged at the top button, feeling it pop open easily.



Pulling his jeans down to his ankles, Jennifer kept her eyes on the good-looking, long-haired man’s bulging boxers. She could smell his desire for her, and knew what had to come next. She had not touched another man since marrying her husband; but she knew with a grave certainty that that had to end now.



Jennifer rubbed the bulge in his boxers, feeling him harden. The tip of his cock was exposed through the slit in the shorts; and taking courage, she yanked them down with one hand, grabbing at his suddenly-exposed manhood with the other. Josh groaned out loud as she wrapped her hand around his stiffening member, gently caressing his thickness, pulling him towards her.



“You go, girl!” she heard Jack call out. There was no sense in delaying: Jennifer leaned forward, letting his length touch her soft face, then gently licking the top of his shaft. Ducking down, she kissed the base, then gently drew her tongue along the whole of his length. She kissed the tip of his circumcised cock-head, then licked his length again, familiarizing herself with the intimate taste. Finally, she swirled her tongue around him, hearing him grunt with approval, before slipping his cock between her pouting red lips.



There was an intake of breath all around as Jennifer began to suck the cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes, but could still feel the eyes of the men upon her. She cupped Josh’s balls in one hand and kept swirling her tongue around his shaft as she moved her head downward, allowing his hardness deeper into her mouth. She heard Josh’s breathing become deeper; so she bobbed her head a few times, her red lips caressing the length of his now full-erect cock.



After a few strokes like this, Jennifer moved her hand from Josh’s balls to the base of his cock, and gave him a few hard jerks while still sucking at his tip. Then she took the whole length back in, tilting her head as she took him into her cheek, feeling her mouth bulge outward.



“Nice!” Jack clapped his hands. “She’s a good little cocksucker, eh fellas?”



There was a rumble of agreement, and Jennifer heard Josh speak up. “Her mouth feels fucking amazing,” he confirmed for the audience. “She totally knows what she’s… ohhh!!” his sentence ended abruptly as Jennifer started to bob her head up and down rapidly, taking his cock right into her mouth, her nose almost grazing his stomach. Her soft brunette curls danced around her shoulders as she brought ecstasy to the gasping man, her full breasts bouncing up and down within her thin black bra.



After a minute of this frenzied activity, Jennifer lifted her lips from around Josh’s glistening cock; a long trail of her saliva extended from her lips as she grabbed his length and rubbed him. She let it fall across her chest as she extended her tongue to lick his tip, then dipped her head to taste his balls. Kissing him there, she teasingly licked her way slowly up his length before taking him deep into her mouth again, sucking and slurping.



Seeing Jennifer’s sexy face performing this way, there was no way that Josh could last out for very long. She repeated her actions two or three times more, before he began to groan loudly and twitch inside her mouth. Jennifer slipped him out of her mouth and busily licked up and down the length of his shaft, knowing that he was ready to climax. As she circled her tongue around his pulsing cock-head, she felt his body stiffen and heard a groan of release. His cock released a jet of cum which hit her in the open mouth, coating the tip of her tongue and her pouting red lips with the thick white goo. She stopped working on him, knowing that the job was done; a second spurt joined the first, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her chest, just above her heaving breasts.



There were cheers from all around. “Nice!” Jack approved. “That’s a great sight!”



Josh composed himself and headed back to his seat. He turned to one of the men. “Ben, you gotta get yourself some of that action, man, she’s got all the moves.”



Ben shook his head. “Nah. Time for us to see a bit more of this girl.”



Jennifer gulped. Was it not over, yet? She looked across at Ben, her lipstick now smeared with cum – she wasn’t sure where it all was, but wiped some from her lips before speaking. “You want more?”



Ben laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s not enough for all of that debt. You gotta go further. Take your jeans off!”



Jennifer glanced at Adam. He seemed resigned to this going further: and having gone as far as giving a blow-job, she didn’t want that wasted for the sake of showing her legs. “OK…” She unzipped her boots and removed them, then bent over to shuffle her way out of her tight jeans.



There were cheers and whoops as the men saw Jennifer’s shapely round ass finally bared. They appreciated the sheer black panties which she had chosen for Adam that morning; their sexy cut barely covered her ass at the back, and although the men were too far to see in such detail, Jennifer knew that they were moist with her pussy juices. She had been so aware of the closely watching men that there had been no way she could have stopped herself from growing wet during the act she performed upon Josh. Her thighs were strong, and as smooth as the men had hoped. They knew the shape of her legs well enough, after a day of watching her so closely. “Now,” Ben continued. “Boots back on, girl.” She hesitated, confused for a moment, but did as she was bidden.



Ben stood up and approached Jennifer. “Now let’s go see this bike you’re trying to save.” He led her a few steps to the side, where Adam’s bike was parked. Some of the men followed, but the nearer of them remained seated. “OK, handy that it’s parked here, don’tcha think?” With a fast movement, Ben confidently hooked his fingers underneath Jennifer’s tank top and lifted it up. He whistled when he saw her body, then gently persuaded her arms upward.



“Niiiice!” he laughed as the hem of the tight garment edged upward, revealing her stomach and shapely waist. “Take it off.”



Jennifer flicked her sexy tank top up her arms, hearing the men whistle as her bra was now fully revealed, fitting snugly around her heaving breasts. She felt shocked that she was now standing in front of the men, dressed in nothing more than her boots, bra and panties. She glanced at the watching men, seeing them gawp at her. She had to admit it made her feel good that they were so interested in her, and wiggled her broad hips for them, watching their eyes follow her.



“Sit down a moment.” Ben pointed to a nearby chair. Jennifer did as she was instructed, and watched as Ben unbuttoned the front of his jeans, quickly removing them completely. Ben seemed to have no problem with baring himself in front of his mates, as a moment later he hooked the hemline of his boxer shorts over the considerable bulge and freed his growing erection as Jennifer and the guys looked on.



Ben traced his fingers around the soft curves of Jennifer’s cleavage, gently massaging her breasts. He dwelt upon the softness of her freckled skin, toying with the sexy trim of the bra as her breasts rose and fell, admiring their firmness. Then without warning, he moved right in front of her and guided his cock to her chest. Pushing her breasts together, he looked down as the softness of Jennifer’s cleavage enveloped his rigid cock.



With her pretty face level with Ben’s hairy stomach, Jennifer gasped and glanced at the watching faces. She saw their expressions change to satisfaction as Ben began to fuck her full, delicious breasts, feeling his cock grow as he enjoyed the pleasing softness that she brought to his throbbing hardness. Jennifer gasped with surprise as she felt and sensed just how keen Ben was to make the most of her body.



As he thrust into her soft cleavage, Ben squeezed Jennifer’s breasts roughly, jerking the bra down and letting more of her soft, tanned flesh spill out. She felt him grow fully hard as he rubbed himself against her, a drip of pre-cum spilling from his tip and smearing across her cleavage. It joined the residue from Josh’s ejaculation on her soft chest.



Finally, Ben pulled back and took another good look at her. Jennifer’s sexy hair was more unkempt after the action with Josh and the insistent back-and-forth of Ben’s own tit-fucking. One bra strap had fallen down over her bare shoulder and her left breast was exposed, her large pink nipple on view for all the men to see. There was a group intake of breath as the men took in the sight of her erect nipple. Her other nipple was visible through the thin material of the bra, poking through and making obvious that she was enjoying this form of appreciation.



“Stand up.” Ben was dogmatic in his instruction: he knew what he wanted next. He guided Jennifer over to Adam’s bike and instructed her turn around. Jennifer’s large ass wobbled as she moved, her white skin showing off its softness. Ben moved in behind her and bent her forward. He lifted her up slightly, feeling her ass as he pushed her against her husband’s bike.



“Man, she feels fucking great,” Ben commented for the onlookers. Jennifer did not fight Ben’s obvious physical directions, suddenly sandwiched between the big man’s rough thighs and the metal and plastic of Adam’s bike seat. The men had a full sight of the turtle tattoo on the small of her back as she bent forward, feeling Ben immediately trace his hand between her thighs. She caught her breath, whimpering aloud as Ben traced his fingers against her wet pussy, then felt her face flush as she remembered how obvious her every reaction would be to the on looking men. She glanced at Adam for reassurance, but he seemed just as interested in watching her bend as the rest of the men. He didn’t even notice her looking at him.



Jennifer could feel Ben’s hard cock as he moved between her thighs and coaxed them apart. “She’s fucking wet already,” she heard him comment. She knew it was true. Then suddenly, she felt the sexy panties she had worn for Adam being pulled to the side by this brute of a man. The thong-like cut strained into her ass, but there was no denying Ben now. She felt his cock moving toward her wet opening, then his hands on the small of her back, pushing her down on the bike so that he could control her position. Jennifer’s pussy throbbed with anticipation as she realized what was coming next, then she gasped aloud as she felt the tip of Ben’s cock find her opening and slip fluidly inside.



Pulling her back toward him, Ben thrust right into Jennifer’s hot, tight pussy. She let out a girlish gasp as he penetrated her halfway in, then groaned as he finished the job with a second stroke. “Nice,” she heard someone comment as her booted heels struggled for purchase on the ground, her white ass wobbling in full view of the watching crowd.



“She feels fucking amazing,” Ben reported. Jennifer felt her pussy lubricate further as she struggled to take in her situation – the leader of the gang, his cock inside her, reporting on the pleasure she was giving to the other men, including her husband. She couldn’t believe this was happening – how real it felt, and how aroused she was to be the focus of all these lusty men. Her half-stunned face turned to her husband as she spread her thighs a little further, and this time Adam caught her eye. If anything he offered her a look of encouragement.



Ben began to move inside Jennifer now, thrusting back and forth. The soft plastic of the bike seat creaked as she began to whimper, feeling Ben forcing himself in and out of her with gusto. Her round ass bounced as his thick thighs started to slap against her soft flesh, the rhythmic sound of the sex quickly becoming audible. Jennifer was gasping for air, completely trapped against Adam’s bike, and her gentle squirming only seemed to spur Ben on. He was treating her roughly now, fucking her hard and starting to groan himself, now losing himself in the pleasure of having his cock inside the voluptuous woman. Another glance at Adam, but he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with what was happening to her.



Jennifer had always loved being treated roughly by a man who took control of her. It made it harder to control herself as Ben fucked her. She had intended to let Ben get off quickly, and then maybe the whole “payment” would be at an end; but with him forcing the pace, there was little for Jennifer to do but take the pounding he was giving her, and hope the bike would stand firm.



This was not the biggest cock Jennifer had ever had – he was about the same size as Adam, or maybe slightly thicker – but there was something primal in the rough way he was fucking her, which made things so different for Jennifer. The slaps of Ben’s thighs against Jennifer’s her ass grew louder, her own noises now adding to the unmistakable sound. She could not deny the feeling of pleasure and release as the thick cock pummeled her wet pussy.



As the pleasure in her crotch continued to build, Jennifer found herself letting out a series of little shrieks then finally wailing as she was pushed over the edge, force-fucked into experiencing an orgasm. In her submissive position, she shuddered and writhed as Ben ground his cock slowly around inside her pussy, enjoying the spasms of her hot, wet pussy as she abandoned herself to her climax. When she finished, Ben simply pulled himself out of her and gave his slick-coated erection a couple of hard strokes, gasping with release and jerking straight as he shot his load over Jennifer’s red, quivering ass.



Released from Ben’s grip, Jennifer struggled to her feet, feeling Ben’s cum dribble down onto the back of her strong thigh. Both breasts were now in full view for the first time, with the bra nothing more than a stretched-aside piece of cloth cupping them a little from beneath. Her little panties were in similar condition, still riding to one side as Ben had left them, soaking wet from Jennifer’s pussy juices.



There were whistles from the watching men as Jennifer as she reached her hands behind herself, resigned that nothing was going to stay hidden. She dropped her bra onto Adam’s bike, fondling her sensitive breasts gently as she turned back to the excited mass of watching men.



“You better get those panties off too,” he instructed. There was no modesty left for Jennifer now: she let them fall down her smooth legs, kicking up a boot to collect them and deposit them onto the bike. The men now had a full frontal view of Jennifer’s shaved pussy, gaping slightly from the rough fucking she’d just received, but still looking ripe for the taking. Her full breasts drew more attention now that she was finally freed from them. With nothing but her boots on, she had no way to hide herself. She noticed that Adam seemed as much enraptured as many of the men she had met only that day. “You’re doing well, Jen,” Ben continued. But there’s still a ways to go. We better work you harder. Jack?”



Jack had moved from his chair, and now proceeded to gather a rug and spread it out on the ground in front of the men’s’ chairs. Beer bottles popped as Ben led Jennifer to the middle of the rug. Jerry, a man of middle build and fairly young age, stood as Jack beckoned him. Slightly bashfully, he moved to the centre of the rug. Jennifer noticed that he seemed to be having performance issues in front of the men, his half-erection sagging slightly as he sensed their eyes on him. She was having no such problem herself now, with the mixture of sexual release and intoxicating substances buzzing through her nubile body. She strode over to him wearing nothing but her boots and, business-like, settled on her knees in front of him.



As soon as she brushed Jerry’s cock with her cheek, she felt him start to overcome his slight problem. She made a show of gulping him down, hearing him groan in ecstasy as she sucked his length deep into her mouth. Her big, round breasts bounced freely now, as she bobbed her way up and down his length, growing longer with each stroke, her lip-smacking and slurping occasionally loud enough for the crowd to hear. “She looks nasty,” she heard someone say, and only then did she know that they had a full view despite the constant movement of her long, dark curls.



Jerry began to groan and she slipped his cock out of her mouth, feeling a dribble of his pre-cum slither across her cheek as she did so. “Fuck her, man,” someone encouraged, but Jerry was already grabbing the now fully-willing Jennifer by the shoulders and encouraging her forward onto her hands. He traced his hands down her full, shapely curves as he moved behind her, lingering at her waist, as Jennifer settled onto all fours.



Jennifer’s nipples were eye-catching enough, but brought further into focus by their erect state. Her large breasts hung exquisitely beneath her full frame, attracting the stare of most of the men. The remainder were watching her face as she felt Jerry mauling her ass, his now rigid cock sliding against the wetness of her inner thighs. She realized now that her pussy had been dripping with wetness as she gave him the blowjob that had aroused him to this state; and given the state Ben had left her pussy in, it was obvious she was ready to be fucked again.



Choosing his moment unceremoniously, Jerry pushed himself inside Jennifer’s hot pussy in one smooth motion. There was a grumble of affirmation among the watching men as they studied her reaction. Jennifer closed her eyes and groaned as Jerry began to fuck her, feeling her ass wobbling as he quickly picked up the pace. He was an easy fit for her willing pussy, the motion smooth and lubricated by her juices. For a moment the only sound to be heard was the slaps of his thighs against her round, juddering ass; then the men began to voice their feelings.



“She’s loving it… check that expression on her face.”



“Yeah Adam, what d’you think… wifey loves a good fuck, eh?”



She heard Adam hoarsely agreeing that she did.



“Fuck, look at her tits swing!”



Jennifer guessed this was true; she could feel their heaviness as she enjoyed the fucking in full view of her husband.

Jack’s voice now. “Someone needs to get another cock in that chick’s mouth!”



There was a bustle of activity, and Jennifer looked up to see Rob, the thirty-something blond-haired guy she had met alongside Andy, moving toward her. He unzipped his jeans and knelt before her, hooking his boxers over the obvious bulge to reveal a big, stiff erection. Jennifer’s face was sultry and flushed as Jerry slowed his thrusts behind her for a moment to allow Rob easier access to her hot mouth.



“Suck it baby!” she heard someone say, and wondered if it was Adam; but by now the evening was just one mass of hard cocks wanting her to satisfy them. Gazing up sexily at Rob’s semi-naked body, she caught his eye as she parted her lips and sucked him deep into her mouth.



Rob groaned loudly as Jennifer snaked her tongue around his shaft, then heard her whimper as the slaps of Jerry’s thighs against her ass increased in volume and frequency once more. Jennifer’s body was forced a little further forward with each stroke, driving Rob’s cock deeper into her wet, slurping mouth. Her nose almost touched his stomach as she sucked and slurped, taking him all the way inside; then she withdrew and gasped for air, whimpering at the force of Jerry’s thrusts, her drool hanging from her pouted lips for a few intense seconds before she caught her breath enough to take Rob’s cock back inside her mouth again. Rob groaned with the exquisite pleasure her mouth provided, brushing her hair aside from her face so that he and the watching men could see. Jennifer’s cheek was distended, Rob’s cock bulging outward as she gagged noisily, slurping on cocks at both ends.



“She does two guys well,” Jack muttered darkly and approvingly. Jennifer looked up and caught Adam’s expression as he watched his wife suck and fuck two virtual strangers. He seemed transfixed, and the look of conflicting emotions on his face was giving way to joy. Even as she worked her hips backward to take Jerry’s cock deeper insider her, she saw a familiar look on her husband’s face: the look she was more used to seeing as he climaxed inside her. It was replaced by a look of surprise mixed with relief as he looked down at his own crotch. Jennifer realized that her husband had just climaxed in his pants watching her… yet she had been watching, and he hadn’t even touched himself to get off.



The realization that Adam was loving what was being done to her put Jennifer into the wildest sexual mood she could remember. Gasping and whimpering, she ground onto Jerry’s cock as she let out deep groans, bobbing wildly on Rob’s cock. She heard Jerry cry out in delight and pull from her smooth pussy. A jet of hot cum landed on her ass as she heard his groans of relief. A second spurt dripped down her thigh as she felt Jerry rub himself against her big, soft ass.



She popped Rob’s saliva-covered cock noisily out of her mouth. “Get that thing in my pussy,” she muttered huskily. “I want more cock.” Rob didn’t hesitate, but pulled off his jeans and replaced Jerry between her shapely thighs.



Rob pushed gently and watched as his cock, tinted slightly red with Jennifer’s lipstick, disappeared into her willing pussy. She groaned and immediately bucked her hips backward, taking Rob all the way inside her. “Fuck!” she heard him exclaim behind her, to the amusement of the watching men. “”She’s definitely into this!”



Jennifer showed that she was certainly starting to make the most of her situation, forcing herself back onto Rob’s length rhythmically, doing most of the work. She gasped with pleasure and exertion as her pussy slurped at the hard cock buried inside her, hearing Rob’s moans as she fucked him. Her knees were hurting now, as the ground was hard beneath the rug; but she continued undeterred. She shifted to relieve her hands slightly, and the watching men were treated to a full view of her full breasts juddering beneath her smooth body, as she let out a long groan of pleasure.



After a few minutes of allowing Jennifer to control the pace, Rob began to fuck her on his own terms. Jennifer groaned, but allowed him to control the pace of the movement as his hands slid forward from her buttocks and grasped her by the waist. Once again a man’s thighs slapped noisily against her reddened, exposed ass for all to hear. The sound was easier to hear now, the moisture of Jerry’s cum still on her ass, occasionally slurping as it lubricated the skin of the two rough-fucking performers on the rug. She began to yelp noisily, gasping for air as he pounded into her. “She’s gonna cum again,” she heard Jack’s voice gloating over her as the inexorable rise of pleasure, which came in waves emanating from her sopping wet pussy.



Jennifer had a full view of the lustful gazes of the men as her orgasm overwhelmed her, but had to close her eyes as the pleasure became too much. With Rob’s cock still pumping her used pussy, she wailed helplessly, her smooth back arching and her breasts bouncing freely, their erect nipples pulsing exquisitely with delight. “Ooh! A, yeah! Fuck me good and hard Rob, it feels fucking… amaz…..!!!” She shuddered on the ground, moaning as the orgasm swept through her, feeling Rob slow his pace only slightly to allow her a moment’s respite as she gasped for air.



She heard Jack’s voice again. “Somebody needs to plug that mouth.” God, Jennifer thought to herself, how many more men would she be able to handle? She was tasting a mixture of different men in her mouth now, and her knees and hands were hurting from maintaining this position, but she supposed she would have to remain so for now. She had come this far, and didn’t want to get into some form of semi-bargaining for the debt – it would be so much better if it were to be cancelled in full.



Her eyes were still closed as she heard the footsteps of the next man in front of her, and he coolly reached to her side to grab her swinging breasts. She whimpered, “Ow! Ooh yeah!” as he mauled them, rubbing her sensitive nipples between the rough skin of his fingertips.



“They’re heavy and horny,” she heard a drawling voice mutter to the watching crowd. Something about that voice riled her, and her mascara-laden eyelashes flicked open to see Jeff beside her, grabbing at her sensitive breasts, a look of debauched delight on his face, part-hidden by his dirty beard. She had taken a dislike to him earlier and at close quarters she still didn’t like him. He was rough with her soft flesh as a gleam of delight filled his eyes. “Here you go,” he announced, and without any fanfare he unzipped his jeans and thrust his dark, wrinkled, hardening cock in the direction of her face.



At first Jennifer tried to avoid it, but she was hardly in a position to do so – Rob’s thrusts were growing harder as he enjoyed the moist, soft embrace of her pussy, and Jeff was anything but shy about how he presented his growing member. When her mouth failed to open as keenly as it had for the other men, he tried coaxing her by rubbing it against her cum-smeared cheek. “C’mon baby, open up,” he cooed sarcastically. Jennifer jerked her head to the side, but even as she did so she knew it was pointless, feeling him dribble with excitement, almost against her ear. The things she’d do for her husband…



Jennifer succumbed and parted her lips into a willing “O” shape, then turned her head toward the tip of Jeff’s filthy cock. He grunted with relief as she sucked on him and, with a moment of hesitation, took him into her mouth. Almost immediately he began to buck his hips forward rudely, fucking her mouth rather than waiting for her to suck. She let out a cry of protest, but it was too late: in her prone position, with Rob fucking her from behind, she was truly trapped on all fours as Jeff filled her mouth with his cock. Jennifer spluttered a little, and saliva dribbled down her chin as she struggled to take keep her composure as she was fucked by two men. She gagged noisily as Rob’s thighs slapped against her own reddened ass, then let out a soft whimper as Jeff tugged at her tousled, matted brunette hair. “Take a breath,” he told her, which she did noisily before he plunged his manhood back into her mouth, this time thrusting at an angle and causing a bulge to appear repeatedly in the side of her pretty face.



“Mmmmm!” Jennifer’s cry was half-protest, half-pleasure as she felt Rob begin to fuck her in shorter, sharper thrusts.



“That mouth feels fuckin’ awesome,” she heard Jerry gloat to the crowd.



“Oooarrggh!!!” She heard Rob’s cry from behind her as he mauled her big, soft ass-cheeks, his cock jerking wildly inside her as it pumped his semen into her. She felt the hot load shoot deep inside her – a sensation which might have brought her off again, but for the discomfort in her mouth.



Slowly, the frenzied activity of the two men slowed and ceased. Rob pulled his moist erection out of Jennifer’s sloppy pussy with an audible squelch, then lay gasping for a moment. Jeff grinned as he popped his cock out of Jennifer’s abused mouth. “Good, that makes room for me.”



As Jeff moved behind her, Jennifer once again had a view of the watching crowd. Adam’s face was reddened now, perhaps as a result of his earlier climax, or some other reaction to seeing her used this way. She held his eyes for a second but was somehow unable to gain any particular message – he seemed as resigned to her fate as she was. Jack was watching as if he knew what was coming, and most of the men were staring lustfully at her. Ben looked on with satisfaction.



Jennifer had finally caught her breath, but the respite lasted only a moment. She could feel the sleazy sensation of Rob’s cum leaking out of her used pussy, just as Jeff’s hand touched her ass. He began to caress her full buttocks, initially as if to coax the hot stickiness out of her by encouraging her movement. He pushed a finger into her juicy wetness, gently poking into her, as if he intended a gentle seduction. After a minute though, she felt his fingers creep up her sweaty crevice, probing rudely into another hole. These fingers were colder, and she gasped aloud as she realized that he was using lubricant.



Still fingering her pussy, Jeff began to penetrate Jennifer’s tight asshole with his lubricant-smeared hand. He had both hands inside her now, making her cry out in anguish. But there was no denying the pleasurable feeling which the attentions of so many men had left between her supple thighs. Waves of excitement from her well-fucked pussy accompanied the shock she felt at having this awful man’s fingers stealing their way into her ass. He kept adding lubricant and probing further, each time making his job easier, as Jennifer began to writhe, whimper and squeal with surprise at the sensations she was feeling. The toes of her boots ground into the rug. As she gasped loudly at one particularly rude thrust, her now wide eyes looked askance at the watching crowd, but if anything they seemed more intent.



“I wonder if our friend Adam has fucked this asshole,” Jeff gloated meanly as he savored her reactions. Jennifer bit her lip: only she and her husband knew the answer to that, and she wasn’t telling. “Ah…” she heard him sigh. “Who cares.” He began to finger-fuck her in both holes with the same hand, making her shriek with alarm. She knew now that he was planning to fuck her ass in front of these men, and nobody seemed to be stopping him. She let out a long wail of what she thought should be distress, but it sounded more like excitement and anticipation.



She felt the cold shock of one last thumb full of lubricant being worked into her before Jeff slapped his hard cock between her ass-cheeks. He played with her buttocks for a second, rubbing himself up and down them, before pulling them apart. Jennifer felt his tip at her most private opening, and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation.



To her surprise, she felt him slip inside her tight ass with little discomfort. Still, she squealed girlishly, bringing a round of applause from the audience. Barely able to comprehend what was being done to her now, her body quivered and sweated as Jeff pressed himself home, surprisingly gently. She moaned more deeply now, feeling him slide inexorably deeper into her. It felt so wrong, and yet kind of raunchy at the same time; she experienced a moment of panic, in fear that he might go so deep that he somehow stuck inside of her. But as Jeff grunted with the pleasure he seemed to be getting from her, her pulled out a little, establishing a fucking motion for the first time. Jennifer was shocked that he had got so far.



Jennifer’s hands and knees were aching so that as Jeff began to push harder into her tight hole she was forced forward slowly, stroke by stroke, forward and downwards, her doggy-position slowly collapsing. Finally her throbbing breasts were trapped right against the ground, her strong thighs roughly parted either side of the sneering bearded man behind her as he kept fucking her round ass with short but fluid motions. Jennifer was growling under his attentions and weight, groaning and gasping as he reamed her back passage remorselessly.



So this was what he’d been thinking when he was checking her out from behind on the bike, she realized. She’d assumed the guys were all enjoying the sight of her butt, her legs, her figure bouncing on the bike; and they had been, but darker thoughts had been stirring too, and none darker and sleazier than Jeff’s. Strangely, she felt an excitement building inside her, and when she realized that the men had crowded around to take in the wicked spectacle, she rose above the strange, thrilling discomfort of being fucked in the ass by a man she could barely stand to look at; and instead began once more to enjoy her place at the centre of their attention.



Jennifer’s forced grunts and groans became more womanly again, and she felt a change in Jeff; it was as if he’d got what he wanted from her. Even as she began to tentatively hump her ass backwards into his strokes, feeling a drop of Rob’s cum still trickling out of her pussy, she sensed his climax approaching, hearing him begin to grunt rhythmically. “Ah, she’s even loving this…” Jeff’s voice transmitted a little surprise, but moreover, satisfaction. Suddenly without warning it was he who was growling loudly, pulling out at the last and spattering her sore, quivering ass with his man juice.



Jennifer lay on her front gasping, her face hidden by an unruly mop of curls. As she slowly regained her breath, she felt Jack take her hand. “Best have some of this,” he told her kindly. Jennifer swigged the drink he passed her, a whiskey which warmed her inside, relaxing her innards. Jack grinned. “Well you’re doing a good job my girl. That debt’s getting paid all right. But you gotta deal with the host!”



Relief flooded through Jennifer, along with the warmth from the whiskey. At last there was some talk of an end to this! Now she knew she could go through with it. What’s more, she thought, Jack was bound to be in a state of arousal after all he’d seen. Maybe a quick blow-job would see him off.



Electing to move on now rather than wait longer, Jennifer staggered to her knees. The men were still crowded closely in a circle as if for a pagan ritual. She felt her ripe ass quivering firmly as she raised herself to her knees, turning to face the standing Jack. With a sexy lick of her lips, she reached out to touch the bulge in his jeans, then unzipped him. “That’s the idea,” he told her.



Jack was a tall man and Jennifer was expecting a sizeable cock, so when she pulled down his jeans and found an impressive bulge inside his boxers she was not surprised. However, as Jack stepped coolly out of his jeans she realized that he was not yet hard, and started to wonder what she was taking on. She rubbed him through his jeans, settling to her task, feeling that at least she was on more familiar ground now that the stinging in her ass was beginning to recede.



Jack’s hardening cock began to push at his boxer shorts, so Jennifer hooked them over the growing bulge in a business-like fashion: she had seen enough cocks tonight to take the freshness out of seeing a new one. But Jack’s made her stop in her tracks. He was not fully hard yet, but already he was larger than most men… larger than any she’d had that night. Bigger than Adam. She gulped, wondering if this was the largest cock she’d ever seen. Jack chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”



Jennifer looked up at him for a moment, her hazel eyes full of concern and curiosity. “What… what if I…” she began.



“Oh, you’ll manage it,” Jack assured her. “I know you want to.”



After a pause she decided to take one thing at a time, and pressed her soft face into his musky groin. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his hardening girth, tonguing him tentatively. Hearing Jack growl his approval, Jennifer began to use the flat of her tongue as his cock grew before her eyes. She raised her head back and kissed his moist tip, giving him a look in the eyes, secretly imploring him to climax quickly. Maybe he’d been touching himself as he watched her? She widened her mouth, sucking him in gently, angling her head so that she could take him in smoothly. Slowly, she slid her wet lips down his half-erect shaft, slithering her tongue around him as he entered her mouth.



“Ooohhh yeah, you’re good at that,” Jack approved. But he showed every sign of being in control of himself. Jennifer felt his cock hardening fully, pushing its way deeper into her mouth, even becoming harder to stretch her lips around. She withdrew her head to gasp for air, and a strand of saliva attached his cock to her lips. He was almost fully erect now, and seemed far too large to get into her mouth. God, she thought to herself, she couldn’t fuck that! He was half as big again as Adam! Her pussy would be ruined.



“Suck it girl,” somebody urged.



“Yeah, do your job, you horny cocksucker.”



Jack grinned as Jennifer eyed up the challenge before her. “Don’t think about it, just do it,” was his advice. She decided to try. Again she sucked his tip into her mouth, pushing her head down onto his length. As he half-filled her mouth her lips seemed to be as wide as she could get them, and were stretched around his girth, but there was more to come. She withdrew, gasping, but refused to give in. Instead she let him slap his hard shaft against her pretty face while she regained her courage, then began to lick and suck at his balls.



Slowly Jennifer worked her way up his shaft, kissing and sucking, teasing him with her tongue. As she reached his tip once more she circled his circumcised head with her tongue, then suddenly bobbed her head down in a hard stroke. She was shocked to feel him hit the back of her throat. She could do it! Flattening her tongue to make room, Jennifer began to bob her head up and down, hearing herself let out a strangled noise as she gagged, but keeping her motion going as fast as she could bear. Again and again she felt his cock against the inner reaches of her mouth, and slobbered over his shaft as he took what she had to offer, groaning with pleasure as she gasped and glugged.



Finally, Jennifer felt his hands in her hair. He gently tugged, pulling her up over his lips. “OK girl, that’s enough. I got stamina, you won’t get me that way.” Jennifer felt herself flush: she knew she’d been trying to finish him off. “Get on your back.”



Jennifer groaned. “But I won’t…”



“Yeah, you can. You can take it. You’ve come too far to fail now.”



Fail? Again Jennifer renewed her motivation to keep going. This had been the most intense sexual evening she had experienced, and although she wondered how she would feel about it when she looked back, she hadn’t come this far just to end up in a compromise about how much of Adam’s money – her money, too – she had saved, and whether or not they got to keep the bike! It felt all or nothing, and that thought convinced her to do as their host instructed.

The men cheered as Jennifer lay down on the tangled rug in front of Jack. Some of the onlookers had already experienced her tight pussy, but still their eyes ravished her curvy body as she parted her legs to allow Jack to kneel between them. She noticed their eyes drinking her in, and felt her pussy moisten in response to the magical feeling that right now, she represented all of their most lust-fuelled desires.



It was just as well that she had moistened. As Jack hovered over her, she felt a wave of trepidation; a feeling that the sensation of the hard nub of his cock-head poking against her pussy did nothing to quell. Jack slid his shaft against her wet opening, grunting with satisfaction as he sensed Jennifer’s wetness. She supposed she must be fairly gaping and wide by now, having accommodated such a number of hard cocks in the one evening. Still, Jennifer had no idea how she was going to take that monster erection inside her.



Jennifer saw Adam looking on again. He seemed to be excited again – she knew he had climaxed earlier, and yet there was a bulge in his jeans once again. There was no denying that lying with her legs splayed, waiting to be fucked by this tall, rough, super-endowed man was a sexual thrill for her, and she realized that she was writhing on her back as Jack slid his cock and slapped her pussy with it gently in preparation for his entry. Jennifer gasped, feeling herself moistening further, as Jack also groped greedily at her exposed breasts. There was a murmur of approval among the men, and Jennifer saw Adam’s face glazed with an almost hypnotic concentration. It seemed that he was longing to see her take this man on! For a moment Jennifer wondered if Adam had planned the whole day this way, but immediately knew that such a plot was just too far-fetched. It was just that Adam was loving the lengths which Jennifer had reached in order to rescue their interests.



Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts as Jack stimulated her erect nipples, then removed one hand to guide his cock to what he knew was just the right spot. Jennifer could feel his tip nudging gently past her outer folds, and took a deep breath as her began to penetrate her. He rocked gently but insistently against her, using the strength of her hips to his advantage. Jennifer’s already-used pussy was flowing with juices as the men gazed at her, and squelched audibly as the first third of Jack’s enormous cock disappeared inside.



Jennifer’s eyes widened as Jack kept rocking, gently forcing his way in. “Uh! No deeper! I can’t… Oh, my GOD!” Jennifer squealed loudly as Jack responded to her hesitancy with a buck of his hips, stretching her sensitive pussy wide open. “Aow! No… I can’t… OOORRGGH!!!” Jennifer cried loudly, bringing a roar of approval from the watching men as her body bucked, her heavy breasts bouncing sweetly as Jack rammed his cock deeper into her. Jennifer spread her legs as wide as she could, feeling his heavy body pressing down on her now, forcing himself deeper. Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air as she felt herself filled more than she had ever thought possible.



Jack was grunting with satisfaction as Jennifer wriggled on the ground beneath him, whimpering gently. Her hair made a pool of curls around her amazed face, her still-booted feet waving helplessly in the air now as he ground her recently-fucked ass into the rug. “OHH! GOD, I can’t… OOH shit, you’re so deep… No more, please, I can’t take it… OW! Oh no, don’t start fucking, I can’t… OH!” Jennifer squealed as Jack began to move his cock back and forth, punishing her tight pussy further with every movement. “OH! God! That’s good! Oh my God! YEEESSSS!!!!”



Jennifer had always assumed that being fucked by a massive cock would be uncomfortable, but now she began to feel the pleasure that it could bring, and it was more extreme than any sensation her pussy had brought her. “OOWW! God, so BIG! Ah! Oh! Ah! O…Yes!” Writhing and gasping on the floor, Jennifer had no way to hide the pleasure that Jack was bringing her. She had lubricated his cock now, making it easier for him to fuck her. Her boots were still flailing in the air, her gorgeous, shapely legs waving madly with every stroke. To her amazement, she began to feel Jack’s hips against her inner thighs. He slapped against her noisily. She had taken him all the way in! This was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and she had taken every inch! The surprising thrill of that knowledge sent sensations of pleasure and delight shooting along her spine, making her wriggle in delight, warming her ass, pussy, breasts, neck, lips, and tongue with delightful sexual thrills.



Jennifer could feel herself climaxing, her pussy slurping tightly around Jack’s thrusting member. But he barely paused, barely even registered interest as the orgasmic thrill swept over her and she gasped for air. Still he pounded at her, if anything more roughly now, and the slaps against her thighs grew louder. Jennifer saw her husband licking his lips with delight, but he failed to acknowledge her glance. In any case he was probably unaware of the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Another orgasm caught her completely by surprise, making her back arch and another girlish squeal fill the night air. This time though, she heard Jack groan with satisfaction. She bit down on her lip, knowing that she was finally getting to him. “Oh yeah baby, fuck me hard, it’s the biggest dick I’ve ever had. I fucking love how deep you are.” Her soft southern voice cooed at the rough man acceptingly. She didn’t care that Adam could hear. If he was enjoying the spectacle so much, he could enjoy this, too! “Harder, fuck me harder! Oh fuck, I love that cock!” Jennifer looked Jack in the eye as she said these things, seeing that she was getting to him. He began to jerk more sporadically, trying to keep control as she even tried moving her hips responsively.



“Ah yeah! I knew you’d take it, girl.” Jack was clearly approaching his own climax now, and enjoying himself immensely as waves of pleasure swept through him. His thrusts slowed gradually, before finally he could keep the pace no longer.



Jennifer’s reddened pussy gaped wide as Jack pulled out of her, suddenly relieved of the rough presence inside it. Jennifer wondered why he hadn’t climaxed inside, and then quickly realized what he was about as he moved to where her head had been thrashing on the rug. Jack held himself in one hand and gave himself a couple of quick strokes, staring at Jennifer’s prettily debauched face. He groaned deeply and manfully as he suddenly climaxed, his long, hard cock spasming just inches from her watching eyes.



In keeping with the size of his cock, Jack had plenty of semen to give her. A thick jet of his sticky white cum landed right across her face, rudely covering her nose and cheek as he continued pumping at himself. A second wave was just as strong, hitting the other cheek, her parted lips, and falling into her opened mouth. She stuck out her tongue to show him what she had caught, and Jack groaned as a smaller spurt fell just short, landing among her brunette curls. He leaned forward, within reach of Jennifer’s face – and she reached up to kiss his hard manhood. Jack groaned with relief and pleasure. He had to admit that she’d taken what he had to offer better than most women who tried.



Jennifer, who was struggling to a sitting position as the cum slowly seeped down to her chin, could barely believe her ears as Jack staggered back in a satisfied state. “OK,” he announced to the watching men. “Who else wants her?” Jennifer felt like protesting. She’d sucked guys off, had them unload all over her, been fucked in her pussy and ass, and taken the biggest cock she’d ever seen… and still she was fair game?



“You bet!” It was Steve who answered the call fastest, quickly joining Jennifer on the rug and unbuckling his belt. From the look of the bulge in his crotch, he’d been enjoying the view. “Don’t worry Jen, I won’t be as rough as Jack. In fact…” He lay back on the ground. “I’m gonna let you do all the work!”



Jennifer was almost in a trance now as she unquestioningly climbed to her knees. If Steve wanted her on top, she might as well… nothing would be as difficult as what she’d done already! She watched as he unbuttoned his fly and produced, to her relief, an average sized cock. The men watched intently as she straddled his prone body unceremoniously and grasped it by the base. “Well, she said she wanted to ride,” Ben laughed. Jennifer raised herself up on her knees and guided Steve’s excited cock into her well-fucked opening, even as the men stood around and guffawed at the pun made at her expense.



Jennifer let gravity do the work, and felt Steve’s cock slide easily into her wet, used pussy. He barely moved, but she heard him groan with pleasure as she completed the movement. “Nice!” she heard him groan, presumably remarking to the on looking men. Glancing down, she confirmed what she had already guessed: that he was staring up directly at her heaving, sweaty breasts. She rocked a little, feeling his balls touch her ass. Well, she’d been well-fucked: time to do some fucking of her own, she reasoned.



With the pointed toes of her boots digging into the ground, Jennifer supported herself on her knees and began to fuck the man between her thighs. Businesslike in her approach, after a couple of strokes she settled into a fast, heavy riding motion. She pounded up and down his erect shaft, the thick slapping rhythm growing louder and faster as she closed her eyes in bliss. Having control felt good, and now she just felt like fucking this young man roughly. Her hair danced around her bare shoulders and she supported her heavy breasts, which would have bounced uncomfortably wildly at such a pace had she not held them. Steve reached up occasionally to rub her erect nipples and squeeze at her warm flesh like a greedy boy, but for the most part he simply lay back and enjoyed the treatment she was giving him.



“Does she fuck your cock like that, Adam?” Jack’s voice was half-laughing, half-sneering as he teased her husband. Jennifer looked up when she heard Adam’s voice answer in the affirmative.



“But…” she added for herself, gasping with exertion, “Adam can’t keep me going all night like you guys can!” As the cheers rang around, she wondered why she’d said that. She was kind of enjoying being the focal point, and at the same time was starting to think that Adam should be punished for getting her into this situation – punished by seeing her get off on it, perhaps. And it was difficult not to love having yet another hard, eager cock inside her pussy.



Ben stepped forward quietly. “Slow down a second, girl. We’ll work out something else that Adam can’t do.” Jennifer did as she was told, and the waves of pleasure which had built up inside her made her shudder with delight. Ben revealed that he was hard again from watching her. He trod carefully around Steve’s prone legs, then let his erection dance in the air mere inches from Jennifer’s lust-filled face. “You can fuck us both if you use your mouth too.”



Jennifer reached forward and took a hold on Ben’s cock. It was the cock where it had all started… Well, she’d already given him one blow-job, why not a second? She licked her lips sexily and, hearing the men groan in approval, leaned forward to take him into her mouth.



She had never done two men together before this day, but had already been surprised at how easily it came to her. Necessarily letting go of her breasts, she started to fuck Steve again; but more slowly this time, as she needed to concentrate on Ben at the same time. It was a turn-on to hear and feel, but not see Steve’s reaction to her movement, as she began to busily devour Ben’s large cock. She moved her head back and forth, covering him with her saliva, trying to keep a steady rhythm; but no matter how she tried, things were getting messy. If she misjudged a movement, Ben’s cock would end up sticking into her inner cheek; sometimes it popped out of her mouth and smeared her face with his pre-cum. Her slobber dripped down onto her chest, while her pussy slurped gently at Steve’s surging cock, which was now fucking her gently in response to the change in tempo.



Suddenly Jennifer began to gasp, girlishly whimpering as the situation became too much for her to stay in control. She was doing two guys at once – a fantasy she had always assumed would never happen the day she made her marriage vows. As Steve thrust she felt herself shudder with delight and then jerk violently, as her pussy tightened and a sudden, violent orgasm swept through her. “Aaargh! Oh, fuck!!!” The cry came not from the horny woman, whose mouth was too filled with cock to say anything more complicated than a single syllable; but from Steve, who in response to her climax had emptied his load into her hot pussy.



The men cheered and clapped. But Ben was far from allowing the girl respite. “Nice. I think I want that treatment!” Steve rolled aside as Jennifer climbed off his sagging member, but Ben had already placed himself on the ground in front of her. “I ain’t been inside your pussy yet, gal. I want Adam to see you fuck me, too.”



Without a word, and still shaking from her orgasm, Jennifer climbed onto Ben’s impressive body. His cock’s journey into her sexy figure was lubricated by Steve’s cum. “Hey!” Ben cried out to the onlookers. “Somebody should make use of that mouth, she’s fucking good with it!”



Jennifer began to grind her hips as Ben’s cock moved inside her. She was surprised at how much it turned her on to hear herself discussed like a sex doll. And sure enough one guy, a dark haired middle-aged man named James, to whom she had barely spoken, stepped forward. She touched his hard cock for a second and then took him into her mouth obediently.



With her situation resumed with a changed lineup of men, Jennifer was again getting into a very messy double-fuck. She was starting to see sparks now as the James began to thrust rudely at her mouth while Ben pounded her pussy. She was aware of emitting gurgling noises, which only seemed to please the crowd. Ben, it seemed would be able to make use of her for some time yet, and James was just getting started.



Then she heard Jack’s voice again, stern and commanding, yet with good humor. “Shame to see that ass go to waste. Ain’t anybody gonna take it?” Her round ass was still quivering from Ben’s fucking, as he slowed his pace to see whether there were any takers.



There was one. Brian, a younger friend of Andy’s who had earlier seemed pleasant and welcoming, emerged from the crowd stroking himself. “Rock and roll,” he laughed. Ben and Steve stopped fucking, even popping their cocks out of her for a second. There was a little uncertainty at how to manage the proposition, it seemed; however, Jack seemed to know what to do.



“Ben, get back in her,” he directed. Jennifer had raised her ass into the air obediently and expectantly, but now lowered herself a little, letting out a gentle whimper as Ben penetrated her once more. “OK,” Jack continued. “Now Jen, you bend forward a little… ok, stop. Brian, grab that perfect ass and pull her apart. She’s still lubricated in there from our friend Jeff.” Gently, Brian did as he was told. “Now do it slowly. You both gotta time it so you find the right angle.”



Jennifer squealed as she felt Brian’s cock at the entrance to her tight back hole. But Ben was right: she was still smeared with enough lubricant. The head of his cock popped easily inside. “Nice,” Jack said. He was watching intently, savoring the sight of Jennifer bent forward with two cocks inside her. “How’s that feel, Jen?”



Jennifer let out a deep groan, and the men laughed. She was covered in sweat now, with globs and dried smears of various men’s’ cum on her thighs, breasts, face and ass. She glanced up, looking around for Adam, a look of pure sultry delight on her face. Jack instructed Brian to make a push deeper and as he did so Ben braced himself against the movement. She could feel Brian sliding, slowly but smoothly, deeper into her ass. Just as both men paused, she located the intent gaze of her husband: his face was one of pure concentration on the spectacle unfolding before him, and from the jerking motion he was making with his right hand, there was no mistaking what he was doing.



“Nice,” Jack said. “Now you both have fun… gently at first, you guys!” Ben gave a groan of affirmation and began to fuck Jennifer with a short, jerking motion at first. She wailed loudly as Brian joined him with a longer, ploughing stroke, pushing his way rudely right up her ass.



Jennifer had never experienced a fucking like it: the intense pleasure that came from having both holes filled and relentlessly fucked was more than she could have imagined. After a minute she began to wail wildly, drawing a roar of approval, claps, whoops and cheers from the watching men. Her groans became deeper, but her expression never changed from the look of pure amazed delight at what was being done to her. She began to groan deeply as the men settled into a combined fucking pattern: first Ben would thrust upwards and back, then as he withdrew, Brian would plough forwards. Jennifer’s ass was red and used, quivering helplessly as she bent forward and back, taking the two-directional pounding. Her cries were growing in volume, leaving no man there in any doubt as to how much pleasure she was experiencing. In response to Jennifer’s abandoned cries, Jack called out. “Hey James, you oughta plug that mouth, she’s gettin’ loud!”



The look of astonishment on Jennifer’s face grew more pronounced as James began to slap his erection against her cheek. As she bucked forward in response to Brian’s insistent reaming, he slipped it inside her O-shaped mouth. Jennifer began to suck, but a salvo of quick thrusts from Ben caused her to lose control as she gasped helplessly; and in response at her failed attempt, James began to fuck her mouth. Jennifer’s hot, curvy, glistening body bucked wildly as her mouth, pussy and ass were fucked at will by the three horny men surrounding her. The watching crowd drew closer, not wanting to miss a stroke; but Jennifer was past noticing any of them now, even Adam, as she closed her eyes and muffled groans accompanied a series of short, but multiple orgasms that failed to jerk any of the three cocks out of her.



“Now that’s how you do it,” Jack chuckled as Jennifer gasped for air, opening her mouth wider with a cock still inside her, gurgling as slobber and pre-cum mixed on her chin. As Jennifer opened her eyes, she saw a second cock pushing toward her face; and without waiting even to glance up to see the man’s face, she let James go and instinctively began sucking that cock instead. Her hand clasped James and tugged, reassuring him that she’d be back; and, even as Ben and Brian resumed their double-fucking, she moved back to James, while giving the unknown new cock an impromptu hand-job.



Suddenly, the motion of the cock in her ass grew more frantic, and Jennifer braced herself, expecting his climax; sure enough, Brian groaned loudly as she felt his cock twitching. Deep inside her sore ass, she felt the gooey warmth of his cum as it shot out of his pulsing dick. Jennifer gasped in surprise at the pleasure she felt from the intimate feeling of having her well-fucked ass filled with his hot seed, feeling the hot sticky liquid squelch around inside her abused hole as he plumbed her with his twitching cock, leaking further cum into her. For a moment Ben stopped fucking her pussy, allowing Brian time to finally withdraw, before resuming his grinding into the horny, writhing woman.



Jennifer straightened and returned to the new cock which had been presented to her mouth. Her ass was gaping, stinging and sore, with cum trailing out of her and sticking to her buttocks; but with that cock gone, she was able to concentrate on pleasing the men before her. She turned to the new cock’s owner and glanced up lustily. She still didn’t know his name, but began to suck anyway as she bounced on Ben’s hot rod.

The last person I expected to see at the bachelor party was Jenn. She was branching out: she’d gone from considering a new job as a hooker to filming amateur porn to here, ringmaster of a live porno show for a small group of horny guys. She had taken to coming over to fuck me and taking my books as payment — it was a great system, I paid $5 for a bargain bin business book, and Jenn let me fuck her ass for the book. She wanted to fuck anyway, but also wanted to learn about business, I guess.



I’d gotten a better job and was making more money, but nothing crazy. Nothing like Jenn must have been raking in. My new boss (an old friend) invited me and 12 other guys to his bachelor party, which he’d planned himself because he wanted the wildest night of his life. He’d promised the best time and he’d delivered so far: a private club room, bottle service, catered steak and crab, and now a sex show.



The 14 of us were lined around a small open stage, really a dance floor, lounging against some luxurious booths, drinking and joking. Then Travis (my boss) announced that the night was about to really begin. He took his seat of honour and I sipped my rye, almost choking when my friend Jenn appeared wearing a leather black bikini and fuck-me boots, with dark eye liner and a ridiculous leather top hat. She even had a spiked collar — the whole getup was very goth ringmaster.



“You guys look like you could use some serious fucking.” She’d screamed for me to fuck her ass before, and even I was shocked by hold bold she seemed now. Jenn spied me and smiled, a bit surprised but pleased. She pointed over. “Especially this asshole.”



The other guys hooted but didn’t think anything special about it — they had no clue I’d fucked this porno ringmaster senseless and that she lived across the hall. Jenn winked at me and turned, pulling on some thin chains — I had been looking at her ass and only now noticed that she carried two leashes. As she pulled, two girls crawled out from behind the curtain. One was Mel, the amazing black girl Jenn had brought over to fuck me one day, but I didn’t recognize the second girl.



She was amazing. A small, sexy asian girl, curvy but toned, with her hair bobbed and dyed blonde like Mel’s (Mel was still a stunner, the spitting image of Nicki Minaj). Both of them wore black, studded leather bikinis.



Jenn pulled out a stool and sat down, spreading her legs. She was wearing crotchless panties and spread her lips to show her pink. “You boys like this?” Cheers went up from all around. “How about these sexy bitches?” She rattled the leashes and both Mel and the asian girl (Yuni, I found out later) smiled and batted their lashes with fake innocence.



“I like them too,” said Jenn. “There’s a lot of you here, 14. Jesus. And only three girls. We’ll have to work overtime. I’d better get this pussy ready.” She yanked on the leashes and both Mel and Yuni crawled up to Jenn. She grabbed Mel’s face and shoved it into her pussy.



Everyone cheered and drank while Mel ate out Jenn. Then she pushed Mel away and yanked Yuni’s mouth into her dripping pussy. Yuni attacked Jenn’s cunt with her tongue, and Jenn ground into her face, aggressively. Mel dropped down below Yuni and started to eat her out. I almost came right there, but this was only the beginning.



Next Jenn shoved Yuni’s face away and moved Yuni and Mel into a 69 position. The sight of Yuni’s light flesh against Mel’s black skin was amazing by itself, never mind that two of the hottest women I had ever seen were licking one another with abandon. Meanwhile, Jenn had pulled out a small bag and reached inside of it to pull out a long purple double-ended dildo.



Mel and Yuni crouched on the floor, facing away from each other, asses close together. Jenn took the dildo in both hands and knelt down between them, feeding an end into each of their pussies. The girls pushed their asses back towards each other, pussies swallowing the dildo, and bucked back and forth, to slam their asses into one another as they fucked the dildo. They moaned while Jenn stroked their asses gently and they fucked each other with the double dildo buried deep.



“They look good, don’t they boys?” Jenn purred. They sure did. “But I think they’d look better with some cocks in their mouths.” She motioned to my boss and his best man, who wasted no time dropping their pants and slamming their rock hard dicks into the girls — my boss into Yuni and his buddy into Mel. They began fucking their mouths slowly but forcefully while the girls rocked back and forth on the dildo.



Some of the other guys had their cocks out and stroked them while they watched, but I was too dumbfounded to do anything — I knew Jenn was dirty but I never knew she was anywhere close to running sex shows like this. Even though I’d fucked her myself in almost every position, I had never seen her fuck someone else, and it was a little surprising to me when she said, “That looks fun — who wants to fuck this dirty girl?”



I almost laughed when everyone’s hands shot up, like in school. Jenn smiled and bent herself over the stool, ass in the air and pussy ready. “The line forms here.”



I got there first, a line forming behind me just like she’d said, as I slid my cock into her soft, dripping cunt. “Hi, stranger,” she purred. She’d moved the stool in front of the show so I could see lines forming there as well, everyone stroking their cocks and waiting to fuck Jenn’s pussy or Mel or Yuni’s mouths. I rammed Jenn hard and didn’t know where to look — at myself fucking her, at the facefucking that Yuni and Mel were getting, or at the dildo still pounding both their pussies as they slapped asses.



“Fuck yeah, fuck me, harder, just like that,” Jenn moaned as I slammed into her. “But save your cum, stud. There are a lot more holes that need fucking around here.”



As if on cue, Mel and Yuni took their first shots to the face, as the guys pulled out and came loads all over their pretty cheeks. Yuni scooped the cum into her mouth, but Mel just let it drip off onto her tits as she pulled away and stood up, hauling the dildo out of her and Yuni and moving over to the bag to pull out something else — a large bottle of lube. She squeezed a bunch into her hand and began lathering up her asshole. “Who’s next? You want my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?”



Someone yelled “ass” and Mel strolled over to the guy, shoving him down on the bench and slamming her tits into his mouth. He sucked on them for a while while she stroked his cock, and when he was rock hard she spun around to sit down on his cock, driving it hard up into her ass. The guy gasped and almost came right then. While Mel began sliding up and down his shaft, gripping it with her tight black ass, Yuni began lubing up her asshole also. I pulled out of Jenn with an apologetic plop — “Sorry, babe — I’ve got to fuck that girl.”



Jenn shrugged. “Where’s my lube? Someone get another cock in me, NOW!”



Yuni shoved her lubed fingers up her ass to prepare it for me. Meanwhile another guy had made his way to Mel and she opened her pussy up for him, for a double-penetration — a hard cock in her ass while another pounded her pussy. Jenn had similar ideas — she was lowering her pussy onto a guy I didn’t know while spreading her cheeks for another cock in her ass. Yuni had started to suck a cock and bent herself over for me — I slipped my stiff dick into her ass as fast as I could, and started pounding her for all I was worth.



I had never fucked an asian girl, and now was fucking Yuni’s tight ass harder than I’d fucked anybody’s ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth while another guy tried to position himself below her.



Pretty soon all three girls were stuffed in all three holes, getting fucked 9 ways to Sunday. Jenn was even jerking two other guys off. I kept slamming Yuni’s ass but it wasn’t enough for her — the girl was a true cockslut — she grabbed another dude and pulled him to her, opening wide too fit two cocks in her mouth at once. When I saw that, it was too much for me — I blew my load right into her ass.



I pulled out to watch the orgy and recover a bit — a few drops of my cum leaked out but just served as lube for the next guy.



By now each of the girls had gotten a load or two. Jenn had taken two loads to the face, and cum was dripping down her tits. Mel had taken loads on her face and back, and got a second on her face as I watched. Yuni was swallowing everything — either her mouth or pussy or ass swallowed up the cum, so it was hard to tell how much she’d gotten. She’d be leaking cum all night.



I stroked my cock while watching Jenn take another load to the chest. I couldn’t believe how dirty the girl had gotten in the last few months. She had really found her calling. I couldn’t imagine the money she would be making doing stuff like this. Hooked up with Yuni and Mel — judging by that ringmaster outfit, she’d gone from learning the ropes to being the boss. A pimp who got her hands dirty, or in this case her ass.



Yet she still gave me freebies, and let me fuck her first — even brought other hookers over to fuck me, like when she’d paid Mel to give herself to me. It struck me then how weird this whole thing was — Jenn was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend right now, yet here I was watching her fuck a room, and not only that, I was rock hard just thinking about it, only a few minutes after pounding the ass of what seemed like Jenn’s newest employee — in front of Jenn, my dick still slick from her pussy.



I shook my head. I had the strangest life, and maybe the best. Jenn barked out some orders between sucks of cock, and the girls gathered together in the middle of the room, faces and chests slick with cum, to take the last loads together. I picked myself up, stroked myself, and strolled over to Jenn’s open mouth.

Roughly seven months in to Fiona’s new job role I received a phone call from Francis asking if I could pop down for a little chat. Yeah of course I can I told him and didn’t really think much of it as from what I could make out from the big cheques landing through our door, Fiona’s attributes had been doing the trick for his business. Still I arranged to meet him that afternoon and headed over there and knocked on his door at around two in the afternoon.



“Ali, glad you could come down, have a seat.” Francis said ushering me towards the one in front of his desk.



“Is there a problem then Francis, I hope Fiona is still performing well and earning us all some cash?” I joked with him with a big smile on my face and he laughed with me and confirmed that Fiona was still a prize asset.



“No Fiona is working just fine, in fact she’s just attending to a problematic bit of business now, you know these Russian bastards drive a particularly hard bargain at times, so thank god we have Fiona on hand to facilitate these tough negotiations.



“Any chance I can get a look at what she’s up to, I’ve not had that many opportunities to see her at work should we say?” I said to Francis who nodded of course as he could hardly deny me when if it wasn’t for me he’d have no Fiona to whore for his clients.



He reached out and aimed a remote at the big plasma TV on the wall and it pinged in to life and a big camera from Fiona’s office filled the screen as well as her noisy squeals of passion as she took a big Russians cock in her cunt from behind on the big sofas. Sitting on one of the stools naked and sporting a solid erection was a smaller man.



“The big man fucking Fiona is Artur and the man on the stool is Vadim, both very wealthy and very powerful men over in Russia and with Fiona’s help we’ll be able to strike up a very lucrative partnership,” he said, “But that’s not why I called you here Ali,” Francis said turning my attention away from my whore doing what she did best and taking cock.



“Ok, so what’s up?” I asked glancing back at the screen every now and then to watch Fiona in action.



“I’ve had to sack Steve Jesson, the useless bastard has lost the morale of his department because he’s such a prick and now we are serious danger of losing a good contract, Fiona already had to spend a whole day sweetening him up when Steve first fucked up the order, now it’s looking like we aren’t going to meet the second deadline as the staff won’t do fuck all,” he said looking at me in a fairly desperate way.



“Well how does this involve me Francis, I don’t quite get you?” I said.



“Would I be able to use Fiona as a bargaining chip with the staff on just that department and contract, they work like fuck to hit deadline and Fiona tends to a few needs?” he asked, still looking desperate.



“What benefits do I get out of it, it’s not like you’re getting any extra financial reward so how will I be rewarded?” I asked simply before turning to watch Fiona as she was laid out on her back ready to accept Vadim’s seven inches.



“I’m sure we could work out a percentage of the order if deadlines are hit,” Francis said.



“A percentage of that order and whatever Fiona is earning for you now add two per cent on to hers and my cut,” I said turning back to the screen as Fiona squealed out an orgasm and came on the Russian’s cock.



“Deal,” he said looking pleased with himself again knowing that he had a secret weapon at his disposal.



“When and how are you going to get the staff to hear, see and agree to your proposition?” I asked him.



“Well I’m holding a meeting with them after shift tonight when the warehouse will be on change over and less people about, I’ll then spell it out and I was thinking of getting Fiona to give a little demonstration as to what was on offer. I’m sure there may be some negotiating but I’m prepaired for that,” he told me.



“Negotiating? How’d you mean?” I asked.



“Well the deadline isn’t until Christmas but we are so far behind they might want regular incentive sessions shall we say to keep their foot on the gas for the next four or five months,” he said.



“I see Francis, well for each time Fiona has to conduct this extra work I’ll expect a handsome cheque through the post and I’m sure you know what I mean by handsome don’t you Francis?” I smiled and we both laughed as he nodded and said he understood.



“Another thing, I’d like to stick around to see this meeting and the workforce Fiona will be looking after,” I said, “And is there some where I can go and watch this in peace?” I asked pointing towards the screen.



“Yeah sure use Derek’s office he’s out today, if you need me I’ll be in here until Fiona’s done then I’ll be with them hopefully sealing the deal in writing, I’ll knock on when we go to the warehouse,” he said as I went to exit his office.



I stopped as something came to me, “Francis, don’t let Fiona know I’m here until we head to the meeting.”



“Sure,” he said and then I left and headed to watch the rest of Fiona in action.



I don’t know how long Fiona had been in with the two Russian blokes before I arrived at two but I was still watching her at three fifteen as she crammed Artur’s big Russian dick back in to her own arsehole, before sitting down on it completely and then laying back against his big hairy Russian chest and without the need to be asked or reminded she splayed her legs and held them back at the knee and told the other Russian, Vadim to fill her cunt.



He like so many before him didn’t need a second invitation and easily slid his cock inside her well fucked and lubricated pussy to fill her pussy like his mate was filling her arsehole beneath them. By three twenty five her cunt and arse had done the trick and by three twenty seven she was on the balls of her feet between the two cleaning off their cocks. Sperm was stringing from both her holes almost touching the floor before it broke off and pooled underneath her.



Once satisfied that she’d cleaned off their dicks they spoke some Russian and walked away from her to where their clothes were and like Fiona I watched them dress and then head to the door, Fiona had staggered to the door on her wobbly legs and before they left she said something that she said to all the clients she entertained.



“Thank you for using my mouth, pussy and arsehole with your big cocks, it’s all part of the service,” she said totally straight faced as if it was normal for her now, well after seven months I suppose it was.



As the last Russian left the door, Vadim, turned and in English but with a heavy Russian accent said to Fiona, “Fucking English trash whore,” and then calmly walked away leaving Fiona motionless at the door but still she seemed unconcerned by what he’d said. She was now so used to being used and humiliated by rich powerful men that she’d heard it all before.



I watched Fiona clean up and take a shower in her adjoining wet room and then dress again in one of the many outfits she’d been bought by the men involved in her new role, today she’d left work in a trouser and blouse combo but was now slipping on a small pair of frilly crutch less white knickers that her puffy pussy lips still poked through. She then put her white stockings and suspenders on with a garter belt and slipped in to and then buckled up her white high heels. The bra she put on was a peephole that was designed to have a frilly piece of material either side of her dark areola where her swollen nipple could poke and point out from. She fixed her hair and make-up in the mirror and was back looking like a total fucking slut in no time at all.



She then left the room.



I looked around for a remote like the one Francis had and found it on the filing cabinet in the corner of Derek’s room and saw that from it I was able to flick through the various cameras, expertly installed by Francis’s mate and his two young helpers if you can remember. I flicked past Francis’s room and saw him laughing and joking with the Russians, obviously Fiona’s skills had had a good effect. I eventually found Fiona on the camera that was in the waiting area just as you came out the lift.



She was sat on a stool that was turned round so that she was leaning over the back with her tits hanging over her arms and her back and pushed out bum facing towards the lift, I liked what they made her do I’d seen her in this position many times before when I’d logged in to the cameras. She was made to sit like this until she was called upon by any of the directors or managers or if required a client. After an hour of sitting like this the lift dinged and Robin Wilfindon followed by John Dryden walked in to the area.



“Even after seven months you can’t get bored of a view like that when you enter the office can you John?” he said turning and laughing and john joined in instantly as he strode towards Fiona.



“You certainly can’t Robin,” he said stepping up behind her and from the look on Fiona’s face at least three fingers had just entered her well fucked cunt, “You been entertaining our clients again you fucking whore?” he said as I watched her face screw up and his arm behind her piston in and out a few times, his fingers violating her cunt through the opening in her knickers.



“Yes Mr Dryden I have,” she said through gritted teeth as he continued to invade her.



Removing his hand he held it to his nose and sniffed and then walked round to the front of Fiona and pushed it in to her mouth for her to clean him up, once done he smiled at her, pulled her nipples and walked off laughing before shouting, “Keep up the good work.”



Again Fiona was left on her own sat on the stool, exposed, on show like a trophy or ornament, obediently waiting to be called upon or allowing herself to be felt up, fondled and fingered by whoever wanted too. I heard Robin and John enter the other office, Robin’s I assumed and then twenty minutes later I heard Francis in the corridor as he went to show the two Russians Vadim & Artur out towards the door next to where Fiona was displayed.



I watched Fiona as the voices could be heard walking down the corridor and as they came in to view on the edge of the screen she looked and smiled towards the three men approaching her. They continued walking until they were stood in front and to the side of Fiona where Francis began to speak to the two Russians.



“Well Vadim, Artur, thank you for signing up with us to what shall hopefully be a very lucrative partnership,” he paused a moment and reached out for Fiona’s right nipple which he pinched between his finger and thumb before rolling it around so that she moaned a little, “And if there is anything we can do for you in the future don’t hesitate to call upon us will you?” he said smiling at Fiona.



“Your hospitability has been most generous Francis,” Vadim said smirking at Fiona, “We’ll be sure to bare you in mind,” he said as he reached out for Fiona’s left breast and stroked in gently before smiling and heading towards the lift with Artur in tow.



Once they’d left Francis strode over too Fiona with a massive grin on his face and a purpose in his stride, and as soon as he was in reach of Fiona he lashed out with his right hand and slapped her hard on the bottom.



“Arrrghhh,” she squealed and recoiled at the unexpected punishment to her bottom.



He then stood behind her and pulled her head back by the hair and made her arch her back pushing her tits out, he lowered his head nearer her ear and said, “You are one fantastic fucking whore Fiona, another big deal in the bag thanks to that cunt of yours,” he then released her head and she resumed the position.



“Thank you Mr Mulherne,” she said after him as he strode away.



With Fiona not knowing I was on the premises it was good for me to see how she acted and was treated, I know I have the camera system rigged up at home but I don’t and can’t sit and watch all day although I’d really like too. I looked at the clock and realised I didn’t have to long to wait for this meeting that Francis wanted to hold nothing much was happening with Fiona as she sat like a good whore.



As the clock ticked round to five o clock I noticed Fiona getting slightly agitated and kept looking at the clock, I wondered if she was made to stay there until told otherwise, which would make sense so I presumed that she was beginning to wonder why she was still sat on the stool, left there, abandoned. By ten past she was even more agitated and it wasn’t until she heard an office door open, as I did, that she sat still as obviously instructed.



A moment later there was a knock on the door and Francis popped his head in and said, “Come on its meeting time.”



I clicked off the TV with the remote and followed him out towards Fiona.



Before we reached the waiting area he stopped at a cupboard and pulled out a long trench jacket and carried it with him towards where Fiona was seated. When we came in to the waiting area her face was one of puzzlement and anticipation as she saw me heading towards her with a devious grin on my face.



“Whore,” I said at her.



“Owner,” she said, “What are you,” she went to say but I held my finger to my lip and she instantly went quiet.



“It doesn’t matter why I’m here whore, that’s my business. Good work with the two Russians by the way I can’t wait for that cheque to land,” I said as she lowered her eyes almost ashamed that I’d watched her whore herself for the company in order to seal the deal, even though she knew I knew all about it.



“Her put this on, we have a meeting and things to attend to down in the warehouse,” Francis said helping her from the stool and handing her the long coat.



Fiona pulled it on and fastened the buttons and belt down and across the front ensuring that she was covered and fastened properly, her heels and stocking covered calves could be seen but without knowing she was in peephole gear you’d say she was in business attire.



I followed behind Francis and Fiona down the lift and then through a series of doors and corridors and past some racking and shelving. Like Francis had said the warehouse was almost deserted at this moment with just a few stragglers going to clock out, the night shift wasn’t due on till six so all was quiet. We eventually came to the far end of the warehouse where in front of a little office standing around a few pallets with boxes on stood eight men in dusty clothes and Hi-Viz vests.



Following Francis as he strode in to the middle of the half sort of circle all the men hushed up as their boss stood before them.



“Right gentlemen,” he began as Fiona and myself stood just behind him waiting as he conducted the meeting that I knew the contents of, but Fiona did not, “You’ll be aware that Steve has had to be relieved of his position due to him totally fucking up the order, morale seems to be low and productivity has dropped to ridiculously low amounts and it’s not good enough. We need this deadline at Christmas meeting but we are well behind,” he said.



There was a few murmurings from the men and like Francis I got the feeling that the men weren’t too keen on busting their balls to get the job done so he went straight in with the incentive offer.



“Now I’m getting the feeling that the willingness to work six day weeks for the next few months to see the order out is not going down to well so how would an incentive bonus for you all help persuade you to help me out?” he asked all the men but was looking at the older guy in the green Hi-Viz emblazoned with the words team leader for an answer.



“Well it depends on the incentive Mr Mulherene, Steve screwed us real bad down here and a lot of us feel you as a company don’t give to hoots about us,” the team leader said as nods of approval from the men followed his statement.



“You’ll be financially rewarded for any overtime you do but I also have a different sort of incentive that may appeal to you guys, although it’s a little different and your absolute discretion would have to be a must. Any disclosure of such an incentive to other employees will firstly result in the incentive being removed, then the big mouth will be fired and he’ll ruin what I feel is an incentive better than anything you’ve had before,” Francis said to green vest laying it out without giving away the finer details.



I’d already noticed Fiona shuffle uneasily on her feet when Francis was talking about incentives so I knew her well enough to know that she had probably figured what the incentive would be involving.



“Are we interested lads?” green vest asked the seven others who still seemed a little sceptical.



Eventually he was told they were interested depending on what was additionally on offer.



I looked around the group surveying who was next in line to be granted access to Fiona’s attributes. Green vest, the team leader was probably mid-fifties and quite a thin man, the others were all younger probably ranging between eighteen and late thirties. A couple of them looked scruffy and tired , one or two were tall and strong and athletically built, but I noticed that none of them were wearing wedding rings, not that it meant none were married, it just made me assume that Francis’s job of convincing them wouldn’t be met with too much obstruction if all the men were single.



“Come here Fiona,” Francis said, not even looking at her as he pointed to the floor in front of him.



She hesitantly walked and stood in front of Francis only to be told to turn round and face the men, which she did and stood looking at the eight pairs of eyes on her. It was obvious that the men knew her, and had seen her around but more than likely in her old job role so the looks of confusion were expected from the men.



As Francis began addressing the men again he reached from behind Fiona and began undoing her belt and then her buttons beginning at the top, “You’ll probably all know Fiona from her time as our accounts manager,” he began her belt flopping loose and her top button of six popping open, “Well seven months ago some new attributes and skills that Fiona possesses were identified and she’s now got a new job role,” he continued as I moved in to a different position to see the next two buttons come open and her cleavage begin to show. “The skills Fiona has help us win contracts and seal deals so she is readily equipped to help you men achieve the desired outcome in December,” he said as the coat came open and her tits and nipples came in to full view for the men and the mood seemed to instantly lighten.



He bent down to undo the last two buttons that were the only things stopping her pussy being seen and as they fell open smiles spread across all the faces of the men before us as well as hushed remarks and sniggering, he eased the coat from her shoulders and tossed it on a box to the side, Francis then slapped the inside of her thighs and she slid her feet apart a fraction. Not enough for Francis as he slapped her a bit harder and she went shoulder width apart with her legs.



He then came and stood to the side of her and began talking to the men again as if conducting a presentation with Fiona as his prop, “I think you’ll all agree that Fiona here is one fine piece of pussy?” he asked looking at the men for response.



Eventually one of the taller, younger more well-built men spoke up breaking the awkward silence, “Yeah she’s looking good for an older bird, certainly looks better like this than in those expensive suits.”



And then the others all began voicing their agreement, some choosing to comment on her tits but nearly all agreeing with the big lad that she looked better like this than in her previous role. And Francis smiled knowing that his plan was moving along nicely.



“Yes I have to agree, the suits she used to wear are nothing to what she has to wear in her office nowadays,” Francis said, “Anyway this is how I envisage the incentive system working, ” he began. “For the first month I will look at the production rates at the end of each week on the Sunday, if I’m happy that you lads are keeping your end of the deal then Fiona here will visit this department first thing Monday morning and she will stay here until she has gave each of you your weekly incentive,” he said and looked around the men as they smiled and continued to stare at Fiona’s tits and pussy.

“There are just over three months until the order’s deadline, the first months of weekly incentives will be delivered by Fiona’s very able and willing mouth,” he said pointing and then pushing a couple of fingers past her lips, “Turn around and bend over but keep your legs nice and wide, then reach round and spread your cheeks,” he then said to Fiona and in amazement jaws dropped as Fiona complied and opened her cheeks to the men to show them her wonderful holes.



“Hit targets after the first month the incentives get better, the second month of weekly incentives will be delivered by her tight wet pussy,” he said as he pushed first one finger and then two in to her cunt and proceeded to pump her for a few seconds as she held herself open and rocked back and forth.



“This is fucking insane,” someone said in the group but we didn’t catch who it was so Francis continued.



“Yes it may be insane whoever said that but tell me another company that offers incentives like this to fulfil orders, so anyone not happy can leave now and expect their P45 in the post,” Francis said looking at the group who were now silent and didn’t move, “Good, now if you get your fingers out and are well on course after month two then during the third month Fiona will be making sure you stay on track by letting you fuck her tight little arsehole won’t you Fiona?” he said to her as he fed a finger in to her rectum and she moaned deeply, “I said won’t you Fiona?”



“Yes Mr Mulherne,” she gasped as he pushed his finger deeper.



“Colin,” Francis shouted over looking at the man in the team leader vest.



“Yeah,” he said adjusting his feet and the bulge in his dusty jeans.



“You’re not shy are you?” Francis asked him removing his finger from her anus and telling her to stand up and face the men.



“You know me Francis, I’m not a shy man,” he said laughing.



“Good because as your team leader you get to receive the incentive first and in full just so you know I’m not shitting you and all the rest of you guys get to see what you can have if you do the work, you ok being watched Colin? You’re not one of these that gets stage fright are you?” Francis said laughing as he pushed Fiona forward a little so that she was stood alone in the middle of the eight warehousemen and me and Francis.



“Fuck you Francis,” Colin said striding forward already unbuttoning his jeans, “You know what Francis, I know Stevie Jesson turned out to be a grade A prick, but me and the lads here think that if it wasn’t for this bitch fucking her over he wouldn’t of turned out like he did,” he said as he pushed his jeans to the floor in front of Fiona and looked her in the eyes.



“Forget Jesson now Colin he’s gone, all I care about is this order and this is my way of helping you guys to get it done,” he said to him.



“Don’t worry boss it’ll get done,” he said, “Now how about you get on your knees and give me part one of my incentive,” he said to Fiona who looked at him briefly and then sunk to her knees on the cold concrete dusty floor.



A few whoops and hollers followed by shouts of encouragement towards their team leader rang out as they knew Francis wasn’t messing about. Fiona lowered Colin’s boxer shorts to his ankles and when she lifted her head back up his cock hit the back of her head and bounced around as she leant back to avoid it, before setting herself to look at it pointing directly at her face.



Colin’s cock was about seven inches long, certainly no more than that and was relatively thin with an abnormally large helmet that seemed to big and alien for his cock shaft, his dark pubes were unkempt and bushy and his nuts were large and hanging well below his cock, probably full of sperm.



Fiona seemed to look at it for maybe twenty seconds as silence descended over the warehouse, ten pairs of eyes were looking at Fiona as she looked from Colin’s cock then around at the smirking faces of the men she’d be being used by in the coming months, she then looked back at the cock before her and then up at Colin one last time before reaching out to his prick with her right hand and grasping it just below the base of his helmet and tightening her grip with her soft fingers.



She lowered her fist down his shaft taking his foreskin right back with her fingers and unsheathing his pale pink cock, he closed and his eyes and grimaced as she began pumping his prick hard and fast over and over until he groaned and pulled away.



“Fucking hell, bitch can’t get enough of my cock boys almost yanking the thing off,” he said as he bent down to untie his boots so that he was able to get his boots and then jeans and boxer shorts off. Once free from the restraints of his jeans he moved more freely and approached Fiona again, his cock leading the way.



As he came close Fiona instinctively reached out for his pole in order to continue what she was asked to do by Francis, but he moved away and circled around her so that he was standing behind her facing the smirking crowd of his men and he was revelling in it. He stood directly behind her and then without warning pulled her back by her hair.



“Ouch, arrggh,” she squealed and then moaned as her back arched backwards and her tits pushed in to the air.



With one hand holding her down a bit he reached forward with the other and mauled at her tits through the slits in the peephole bra, her pulled her nipples in turn between his finger and thumb until he lifted her breasts by them and then dropped them back. You’ll know all ready from previous stories that Fiona absolutely loves having her nipples pulled and she did nothing more than groan loudly alerting him and the others to her arousal at the treatment, “Bitch likes her nipples playing with boys,” and with that he went back for another tweak of her swelling teats which again bought nothing but deep lust filled groans from Fiona.



Happy with his treatment of her tits and the fact that so early on he’d identified one of her weaknesses he then took his cock and began hitting her on her upturned face with it, over and over on her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin across her mouth.



“Play with your cunt,” he instructed her as he let her back up and stood in front of her with his legs astride so that his team had a good line of sight to her cunt that was now being quickly played with by Fiona’s own fingers “Now open that pretty mouth of yours,” he said and Fiona complied and parted her wet lips for him.



A moment later he shuffled forward and pushed his cock in to her mouth and the men behind him broke out in to another loud chorus of encouragement, egging him on to fuck her face. Listening to this he held the back of her head with both hands and actually did begin ramming her face as if it was a pussy; Fiona just clamped her lips tight around his pole like she’d been trained to a long time ago and just let him use her face until he’d had enough.



Her breathing was short and rapid through her nose and when he did pull out she took the opportunity to suck in a big lung full of air before he filled her mouth again. All the time her hand was between her legs, hurriedly strumming her sensitive clit for a while before curling three fingers in to herself and pumping her hole for the men to see.



“What a fucking slag,” one of the men said, “I’d never of had her down as a slut like this,” the man said as he struggled to adjust the growing bulge in his jeans. This made me look along the line of men and all seven were shifting uncomfortably as jeans the length of the line looked strained.



Content with seven or eight minutes of ramming her face Colin pulled away and looked around, “You lads are going to love that mouth,” he said laughing to himself. He walked over to one of the pallets the men were leaning on and told them to move out the way and they stepped aside and gathered around the pallet as if they knew what was coming. He looked back at Fiona still kneeling where he’d left her, “Why aren’t you playing with your cunt?” he said to her.



“Sorry,” she said and immediately sent her hands back to her hole and clit. Her instant submissive reply of sorry I’m sure hadn’t gone unnoticed by any of the men present and certainly not Colin.



“Come over here, but keep them fingers working that pussy,” he said.



She stood up awkwardly and walked over in a shuffling sort of motion with her knees bent a little so that with one hand she could continue pumping her hole and with the other she was manipulating her clit. I watched and thought to myself how humiliating this must be for Fiona as she crabbed across the warehouse floor in peephole lingerie fingering her own cunt in front of eight of the workforce, one of which had already used her mouth and was imminently going to be fucking her cunt in front of his team.



As soon as she had shuffled her way over to where Colin was waiting he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head downwards towards his cock and again she was made to open wide and accept his dick, on doing so she stumbled and reached out to his waist to support herself.



“Keep your hands on your cunt,” he barked not missing a beat as he fed her mouth his cock again right in front of his men who all watched with evident bulges in their pants knowing that every Monday for a month they too would be fucking Fiona’s mouth, “Right up on the pallet and on your back,” Colin told her as he pushed her away.



She regained her balance and then hoisted her right leg up on to the top box on the pallet and with a helping hand from Colin he shoved her on and she turned herself around and lowered herself back in to the laying down position. Looking down on her were seven pairs of eyes and seven huge grins. She then yelped as she was forcefully pulled towards Colin who had held her legs and yanked her towards him.



Once she was in front of where he had positioned himself he realised that she was to high on the pallet, “Fuck,” he said, “Get down bitch and suck my cock,” he said pulling her back off the pallet and filling her mouth again, “Lads take the top layer off this pallet,” he said and instantly the shrink wrap round the top was tore open and the top layer of boxes were soon gone and strewn across the warehouse floor.



Again he pushed Fiona off his cock and manhandled her in to a position between him and the pallet, with one hand on her stomach he pushed her back until her bum hit the edge of the pallet and she placed her hands on the top and lifted herself up and slid herself back along the top of the boxes until the back of her knees hit the pallet.



“Ah!” she yelped as she felt a pair of hands or maybe a hand on each shoulder from two different people and she was pulled backwards in to the familiar position of being on her back, she looked up and around at seven grinning faces and then back down her body towards Colin who was stood smiling and stroking his cock at her.



He lifted each leg in turn and placed it towards the corner of the pallet and made sure each foot was flat on the boxes, he then pushed her knees apart and for the first time her soaking wet slit was in full view to Colin and his men and the words of approval rang out around the pallet. Colin then lifted her from under her bum and eased her toward him a little so that she was in a slightly unnatural position by way of her body being closer to her feet than comfortable and Fiona moaned a little at its awkwardness.



A moment later the discomfort she had been feeling from being placed in an uncomfortable position by Colin was now forgotten as his cock parted her cunt lips and with unbelievable ease he continued pushing forward as his shaft disappeared in to her sodden hole. Once his wiry pubic bone was grinding in to her he stopped and held himself inside her and looked down at her and then around at his men.



“Oh yes chaps, I tell you now you will be hitting deadlines because this bitch’s pussy cannot be missed.



He then pulled out and began fucking her, hard and fast, no finesse, no immediate thought to Fiona he only thought about hammering his cock inside her as hard and as fast as possible.



Fiona’s constant steady stream of moans, groans and gasps of appreciation began filling the air along with the slapping noise of Colin’s big bollocks against her wet skin, and the rest of us watching just stood in silence watching and listening to her noises, “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, arrggh, ah, ah, ah, ah, Oooo, arrgghh.”



Neither relented, Colin kept up his furious pace slamming his meat in to her over and over which in turn kept Fiona on her one way journey to orgasm which I could tell was getting dangerously close. And no less than two minutes later a long louder squeal followed by a deep growl through gritted teeth proved me right and as her head began to trash about I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head and then her back arched and her cunt was forced downwards even further and her legs sprang up round Colin’s back and pulled him deep inside and I knew that her cunt walls would be squeezing the life from his cock.



“Arrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh, I’m coming you bastards,” she screamed and all of the men around her began calling her a slut, whore, cunt, bitch, you name it she was called it along with being told by Colin to come all over his cock as he allowed her cunt to contract on his shaft.



“Fuck me boys this bitch comes like a train with a cunt like a vice,” he said as he orgasm subsided and her legs fell away allowing him to move again, “Get your legs back up on the pallet,” he told her and waited until she was back in position and then he began fucking her again with the same force and speed as last time, only this time the squelching noises coming from between their bodies as they collided together was heightened as from Colin’s description her cunt was soaking wet.



Colin wasn’t the first and he certainly wouldn’t be the last to make comment on Fiona’s vice like cunt, I guessed that maybe eighty per cent of the forty of fifty dicks that had used her cunt since she became my whore had given the same description.



“Hey Francis,” Colin called over not breaking stroke.



“What’s up Colin?” Francis said stepping a in to Colin’s line of vision behind Fiona’s head.



“My lads are struggling for room down below if you know what I mean, were seeing the merchandise on offer her so how about we let this slut see what she got to look forward to over the next few months,” he asked again not missing a beat as he fucked Fiona towards another orgasm.



“Ok lads, if you want to free yourselves up a little feel free, but no touching,” said Francis.



Seven cocks sprang out of restrictive trousers within ten seconds as the men quickly undid buttons and pushed their jeans and boxers round their ankles. The array of meat on offer was pretty impressive, to have eight men together all sporting cocks seven inches or over was pretty extraordinary, not unheard of and I smiled to myself knowing that Fiona was going to be getting filled up nicely over the coming months.



“Look at all that cock,” Colin said to her as he continued his assault.



Fiona looked left and right and then tilted her head back and looked around at the seven big hard cocks all in the fists of men she was once respected by and then said with a whimper “Oh my goddd, so much big cock.” And then she came again hard and noisy but this time Colin held her legs apart and continued to feed her dripping tight cunt his dick.



After she’d coated his dick for the second time he pulled out with a loud slurp, “I’m happy with incentives one and two Francis, I’m sure the lads will be eager to meet deadline, now for the final incentive,” he said as he began lifting Fiona’s legs up and to the centre, once there he pushed them back towards her head and told her to hold them back for him.



What he actually said was, “Hold your own legs back slut so that I can get a good shot at your tight little arsehole,” obviously she complied and was soon readily holding her legs back and giving Colin unrivalled access to her tightest hole.



A while back I would have described that by saying Colin had access to her most private hole, but I’m sure Fiona even realises now that she gave up the right for her body to be private when she bent and took my cock in her married cheating mouth all that time ago in my bedroom.



I watched from the side, happy and turned on as I watched another cock nudge at her anus and after a little bit of pressure from Colin I saw the familiar screwing up of her face as her passageway opened and accepted Colin’s cock.



I watched from the side, happy and turned on, my own thick cock straining against my own jeans as I watched another cock nudge at her anus and after a little bit of pressure from Colin I saw the familiar screwing up of her face as her passageway opened and accepted Colin’s cock.



“Oooh god, yesss,” she moaned as Colin pushed his whole length inside her anus before leaning forward on to the backs of her legs and squashing them against her with his chest.



“You have a wonderfully tight arse,” he said to Fiona looking at her from between her calves with the same seedy smirk he’d had on his face all the time.



“Thank you Colin,” she panted.



“Would you like me to fuck your arse now bitch,” he said again revelling in the swing of authority he now had of Fiona after a few years of being on the end of orders she sent down from her ivory tower in the offices.



“Yes, yes please Colin,” she panted again and his men also urged him to do the same as at least four of the men simultaneously called out for him to, “Fuck the bitch’s ass real good Col, tell us if it’s worth it.”



He couldn’t let his men down now could he and with that he pulled out as far as his helmet and then slammed back inside her, “Arrrgghhh,” she screamed as his first deep hard thrust drove in to her bum, “Arrrrggghhhhhhhh,” she screamed again louder and longer as the second deep thrust slammed her, “Arrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she screamed as he ploughed her for the third time, hard, deep and meaningful and as he pulled back out she began to come again, “Oooh, yeah, ohh, yesss, yess, yess, I’m coming again, I’m coming you bastaaaarrddsss,” she shouted as she came but Colin didn’t relent.



He fucked her through orgasm and it was clear for us all to see that Fiona’s sodden cunt became even more sodden as a trickle of her on sweet come seeped from between her cunt lips and ran down the crease between her cunt and arse to where Colin’s cock continued drilling her.



The seven men around her were all now wanking their cocks and Fiona had noticed this too and was busy looking around at each of them, first at their dicks being gripped and beaten and then up at the face of its owner. One or two of them spoke to her asked her if she liked what she saw and of course Fiona nodded and bit her lip as the drilling of her arsehole continued.



She threw her head back again and wailed, “Oh shitttt, I’m gonna come again, oh god, oh god, oh my goddddd,” she cried as her second orgasm within three minutes tore through her body. I doubt whether it was all from Colin’s cock as she’d been fucked by much bigger dicks, I assumed the fucking from the Russians had already left her ultra-sensitive and Colin’s brutal fucking had just speeded up her orgasms. That coupled with the seven men stood around wanking at her had probably sent her over the edge.



Colin himself had put in such a tremendous shift that seemed like hours, but in reality the whole sordid scene had lasted now more than forty five minutes; but he too was showing all the signs of a man ready to bust his nuts and as his strokes slowed and shortened we all knew he was close.



It came as no surprise when he told Fiona that he was going to come in her arse and like a good whore she told him too, almost begged him to coat her rectum with his sperm and he didn’t fail to deliver.



“Take it you bitch!” he shouted as he plunged in to her one last time, “Ah, ah, ah,ahhhh,” he said until his cocked stopped emptying its load inside her and he flopped on to her legs a moment.

The idea that Francis had was to use Fiona’s attributes as a way of giving the staff incentives on a massive order that under the management of Steve Jesson had been totally fucked up and team morale was at an all-time low. Once he’d cleared it with me and I’d negotiated a far compensation package for my whores services the deal was sealed in the warehouse that evening which left Fiona well fucked and covered in come.



Incentive number one would see Fiona’s mouth put to good use every Monday morning if Francis saw a notable improvement in production and the target he set was met when he looked over the figures on a Sunday. Now I’m not going to run through every blowjob Fiona had to give during that first month as I’d be here all day, there was seven workers down there and Colin the team leader. Even the simplest of people will be able to work out that she’d be giving eight blowjobs each Monday for a month and if I tell you there was four Mondays in that month you’ll soon get the correct figure.



It’s safe to say that Francis realised that by week three his idea would prove a success as the men were working six days a week, twelve hours a day and were out stripping his targets by a long way. By the end month she was also very familiar with each of the eight men’s dicks, when I picked her up on the first Monday after the incentives started she told me that Colin had sorted out the order and of course he was at the head of the queue.



“I’d leave my office at nine fifty and pull on one of the big over coats from the cupboard to cover myself as you already know I have to wear very little when at work,” she told me as we drove home and I just listened to her account of events. “Unlike in the evening getting to that area of the warehouse wasn’t as plain sailing as I bumped in to a lot of people that had seen me for a while and thought I’d left the company,” she said.



“What did you tell them?” I asked.



“I just told them I was working on special projects which meant I had to travel a lot and they all seemed to believe that, I was so scared though talking to people knowing that under my coat I was wearing nothing but a half cup bra and thong. Anyway when I got to Colin’s are a minute before ten all the men there stopped working and looked at me and grabbed their groins, shaking their dicks at me,” she said.



“I bet you couldn’t wait to see their cocks again could you whore?” I asked.



“I admit I was excited owner, yes,” she replied, “Colin then came out and of his office and greeted me by saying here’s the bitch and then roughly grabbed my arm and led me towards the store room. As we passed the notice board he stopped me and pointed to a list written on plain paper and pinned to the board,” she said.



“What was it?” I asked, knowing full well but I wanted her to tell me.



“It was the order in which the men would come for a blowjob, I couldn’t remember the order as I was pulled away behind Colin but all I could remember was seeing his name at the top. Once in the small room he told me to take off my coat and sit on the chair against the back wall, once there he pulled out his dick and shoved it in my mouth. After I’d sucked his dick for five or so minutes he told me to stand up and turn around and then bend over and touch hold the chair,” she told me.



“Once I was positioned how he wanted me I felt his hands on my hips and his cock at my pussy, I didn’t know what to do as I thought Mr Mulherene had agreed only blowjobs for the first month. That’s when I said to him what Mr Mulherne had said.” She said quietly as if ashamed of something or that she’d done something wrong.



“And what did Colin do?” I asked, not really bothered what he did to be honest.



“He slapped my arse and then pulled my thong aside and told me that Mr Mulherene had called him and told him that as he was team leader he could have any incentive whenever he wanted, and if I wasn’t happy I could call him. I didn’t want to question Mr Mulherne so I didn’t say anymore so Colin fucked me in the pussy and then came in me,” she said.



“Never question Francis, when at work you are the company whore so if Colin wants to fuck your face, arse or pussy you let him if he tells you Francis says it is ok do you understand whore?” I told her.



“Yes owner,” she said.



“Carry on then,” I said as I continued to weave through the traffic.



“Then they just came in one after the other, sticking their dicks in my mouth and letting me suck them until they came, some came in my mouth and told me swallow others spunked on my face others on my tits,” she said, “by the time I left I was covered in their stuff and did my best to clean my face and neck so that I could get back upstairs without being seen.” She finished.



Each time I picked her up I would ask her and she would always tell me that Colin had fucked her and the rest had come in her throat or on her, this happened on every Monday of the first month and productivity was booming.



Francis was happy to tell the men that they were smashing all targets and the following Monday they would be receiving incentive number two.



Again she went down in a long coat this time covering her naked body as on this particular day she had been instructed to be naked all day. After week one Colin had told her that she wasn’t to come to his office anymore she was told to go straight to the store room and take off the jacket and wait for him. Today had been no different, she had gone to the store room and removed her coat and was now standing naked in the middle of the room waiting for Colin.



He’d came in a few minutes later and greeted her in his normal way by calling her the bitch and then proceeded to lower her to the floor on her knees, she was made to suck him and then she was fucked on all fours on the hard concrete floor in her cunt and arse before taking her first load of the day in her pussy. He left her there on all fours and told her to remain there looking that way.



She stayed like that for the next hour and twenty five minutes as she had he cunt penetrated, rammed and then creamed in by seven more cocks, she openly admitted to me that she was disappointed that she couldn’t see which cock belonged to which man. She confessed to having at least five orgasms and that all over the dicks that had fucked her felt nice and filled her cunt.



There were two more Mondays in this month and on the second Monday after Colin had again used all three of her holes she was told this time to lie back on the cold dirty floor and to pull her legs back and hold them open. By the time cock number seven which belonged to a middle aged man she knew as Sidney had fucked her and filled her with sperm her arms ached and her legs and thighs were sore. She guessed that she’d been on her back for over an hour again and the only thing that made it better was the fact she could put a face to the cock.



On the final Monday of the month Colin had his fun and then rolled out a big sheet and told her that when the next came along she was tell that person that she was her to ride his cock and the sheet was for them to lie on. Again each man came in and she told each one that she was there to ride his dick and he was to lay down, she made their cocks hard with her hands and mouth and then climbed aboard facing them with her legs spread and hands behind her on their thighs so that they could watch her pussy devouring their pricks.



Again after over an hour the last cock entered and she wasn’t too happy about it being one of the young lads, not that she didn’t want his young hard cock, that couldn’t have been further from the truth, she was boiling towards an orgasm but the last man had come and left her on the edge. She knew that she would be able to get herself off on Tom’s big young cock the only problem was she was tired, her arms hurt already from supporting herself for the last hour and her legs ached and burned from hoisting herself up and down dick for over sixty minutes. She knew even as she told Tom that she was here to ride his cock that she would have to find the energy to ride him for a good twenty minutes.



She told me that once she’d sucked his dick hard and it stood a glorious eight inches from his groin all thoughts of her burning legs and tired arms disappeared as she sunk her well fucked come filled cunt down his pole and began humping herself up and down in the hope that she would re-ignite the orgasm started by cock number six but left to finish by cock number seven. His young solid length did the trick for Fiona and she covered him with her own come as her seventh orgasm came and went almost as quick as it had begun.



She kept up her sterling work for over twenty five minutes as Tom held out for as long as possible before pulling her down his dick and holding her in place whilst he fired huge amounts of his young hot come into her already plastered womb.



Again at the end of the second month Francis checked all the productivity figures and he was very pleased, at this rate the job would be done a week earlier than expected as the men had been in overdrive. Their bank balances were looking healthy from all the overtime and their dicks were getting plenty of use from the company deal facilitator. He sent Colin an email thanking him and the men and told him that Fiona had been instructed to attend next Monday and begin delivering incentive number three.



The following Monday after changing in to her outfit for the day kindly supplied by Francis she covered herself with her big long jacket and headed off to the far end of the warehouse to the store room. She knew she was in for at least an hours’ worth of hard anal fucking from the men and she told me that as she walked over there her pussy had juiced up at the thought.



She entered the storeroom and hung her long coat on the back of the door and then stood waiting for Colin like she had on the previous seven Mondays, as she looked around the little room she noticed some new hooks that had been bolted to the floor in the corner and was wondering what they were when Colin walked in behind her.



“Nice outfit bitch, shows of your arse perfectly,” he said as she turned around and saw Colin who was already wanking his dick hard, “On your knees and open your pretty mouth,” he instructed her.



She sunk to her knees and opened her mouth as requested and watched as he walked towards her holding his stiff prick in his right hand which he guided between her lips. She closed her lips around him and he removed his hand allowing her mouth to move up and down his dick for the next seven or eight minutes as she gave him a wonderful suck.



“Right on your feet and stand in the corner,” he said standing back watching as she again followed his instructions as she stood in the corner facing the wall with the hooks by her feet. “Now bend down and hold them rings there,” he said and again watched as Fiona readjusted her stance and bent at the waist and held the newly fitted hooks.



She heard a rummaging in some boxes and then Colin approached the left side of her and bent down and snapped a handcuff round her wrist and then to the metal hook thing attached to the floor.



“What are you doing?” Fiona had protested but Colin ignored her and proceeded to fasten her to the other hook on the opposite side.



Once he’d done that he stood behind her and she felt him lift her right leg and she saw a rope pass over her heel and around her ankle in a loop that was then pulled tighter, Colin then pulled the other end of the rope towards another hook on the floor she hadn’t seen and her right leg was pulled wider as the rope was cut to a certain length, enough to pass through the hook and be tied by Colin. He did the same with her left leg and she watched to as he pulled the rope and her leg over to another hook where she was tied on to.



She was now fastened in place by the wrists and her legs, her legs were over a shoulder width apart and straight but the position wasn’t too uncomfortable. Colin stood behind her then and she felt his calloused hands running over her bare arse cheeks and down the backs of her thighs letting his fingers wander up to strong her pussy lips through the thin material of the thong she was wearing.



He reached under her and pulled the front of her bra down so that her big breasts spilled out and he proceeded to pull her nipples until she moaned and felt them stiffen and point out towards the floor. He then went back to her arse and she felt the thong come away from her cunt and the cool air felt wonderful as it blew across her hot juicing pussy. He pulled her thong down as far as it would go, which in the position she was in wasn’t very far and as she looked up she could see the flimsy thong stretched to almost breaking point about four inches below her cunt between her thighs.



Her pussy and arsehole were exposed and that was just what Colin wanted.



She felt a finger dip in to her cunt with incredible ease and she knew that Colin would’ve felt how obscenely wet she was already, she felt her pussy lips widen a little as another finger slid in along his other finger. After a couple of pumps they widened some more as she felt a third of Colin’s rough fingers ease in to her dripping hole.



“In heat aint you bitch, soaking fucking wet already, why are so wet bitch? Looking forward to all our cocks in your arse are we is that what made you wet bitch?” he asked her as he pumped her pussy for a minute and then without warning he removed them and filled her with his dick.



“Oh god yes,” she said as she was filled and then drove in to by the all too familiar cock of Colin.



Fiona told me that because she was restrained to the anchor points on the floor all she could do was accept his hard fucking, and from her position there was little she could do when she felt a pressure at her arsehole and then something pop inside. Whatever it was wasn’t that long as it was pushed in and then she could feel something like knuckles against her skin, she came to the conclusion that Colin had his thumb in her arse and as he was fucking her cunt he worked his them in her and loosened her up ready for his cock.



She told me that she sorted of drifted off for the next few minutes in to a daydream thinking about the next seven cocks that would take her anally for the first time, she said that she could even feel her pussy juice even more at the thought of the seven big dicks all getting ready to do her after Colin had finished with her.



“Ohhhh fuck Colin I’m coming!” she screamed as she was bought back from her day dream ads her orgasm boiled over and she lost herself on the end of Colin’s cock and thumb. Being placed like this with her legs tied wide open was going totally against how her body wanted to react, she wanted to squeeze her thighs together and squeeze the life out of Colin’s cock but she couldn’t. Instead she tried her hardest to clamp her pussy walls tighter around his dick as she exploded over his pole.



“Fuck yeah bitch, come all over my cock, lube me up for your arse,” Colin said to her as he fucked her deep and hard coating every inch of his shaft in her intoxicating come.



Once she’d finished he removed his thumb and cock and for a brief moment she felt horribly empty and she admitted to me that she shamelessly wiggled her arse about, pushing back in search of Colin’s dick to fill her up again and Colin revelled in her display of wanton slut behaviour.



“Look at you bitch, desperate for some cock inside you aint you?” he asked her teasing her by holding his cock at her opening allowing her to push back as far as the restraints allowed which wasn’t far enough to quench her thirst for dick.



“Colin you bastard, fill me, fuck me, give me your cock, I need it Colin, I fucking want it in me now,” she screamed at him, shameless and desperate she confessed to me, she’d shown her weakness to Colin and he loved it.



He again rubbed the tip of his cock around her wet hole and laughed at her desperate attempts to move her arse back on to the cock and he satisfied her need momentarily by letting her have his dick as he pushed In to her once.



“Oh Colin thank you, fuck,” she was saying and then he cock was gone and she was void again and back to desperately searching for his pole.



She didn’t have to wait long this time as she felt the head of Colin’s dick press against her arsehole and she was pushed forward slightly on her restraints as he applied pressure to fill her.



“Oh Colin thank you,” she said again, “Fuck my arse Colin, hard need it hard and full of you spunk,” she confessed to urging him on as he began taking her tight passage way with the same force he had her cunt.



Fiona told me that she’d got herself so worked up that she came twice within three minutes and then had begged Colin to fill her arse with come and he duly obliged after less than ten minutes of hard fucking her arse. He then pulled out and wiped his come covered cock on the triangular piece of her thong and then he pulled up his trousers.



Before he left he gave Fiona some strict instructions which were as follows, “Now you treat my men the same as me, you beg them to fuck your arse, you beg them to fuck you hard and then you beg them to spunk in your dirty little arse.



Is that understood you bitch?” he said.



“Yes Colin it’s understood,” she replied.



“Good,” he said and then slapped her arse and left the room.



Fiona said she waited about five minutes until she heard a noise behind her and sensed someone in the room, she tried to look between her legs but the man behind her was already to close so she could only see his legs. She watched as the man behind her undid his trousers and they, along with his boxers were soon in a heap at his feet, she moved her head to try and see the cock, maybe she could tell who it was but her view wasn’t the best.



The man then spoke, “This is the part I’ve been looking forward to the most,” he said as his rough hands worked their way all over her bare cheeks and his fingers filled her pussy and then more fingers filled her arse.



She now knew from the voice who was going to fuck her and she admitted that she was a little disappointed that it wasn’t one of the younger men, instead she was going to have to settle for one of the older scruffier guys and although all the men possessed seven inches or more, it was the younger guys hardness and stamina she ultimately craved the most.



Thinking about how disappointed she was almost made her forget Colin’s instructions and it wasn’t until she heard the man behind her drop his trousers that she came to her senses and repeated the words Colin had told her to say, not that she needed any encouragement to do this as Fiona had grown, in time to love asking men to fuck her and come inside her. men like Colin thought that they were humiliating her by getting her to do this but she had become desensitised to it now and although she still felt huge embarrassment, she no longer felt horribly humiliated like at the beginning.



“Fuck my arse with your big cock, fuck me real hard and then spunk in my dirty arsehole,” she said from between her legs as the man behind her rubbed his engorged dick around her cunt and then pressed it in to the crease of her arse against her already used anus.



“Oh don’t worry I intend to you filthy bitch,” the man said at the same time as filling her arse with his cock.



He like the three men that followed fucked her in the arse as she requested, hard and fast and within twenty minutes four men other than Colin had dumped their loads deep in to her rectum. She had come herself, without doubt that was something she couldn’t stop as the fucking of her arse boiled up her orgasm and eventually she had to explode, she’d only came twice though since Colin had gone due to the lack of staying power of the older men.



She knew though that she had three cocks to service and two of them were owned by the young men and she admitted that her pussy moistened at the thought. She told me that she was constantly looking through her legs for the first glimpse of the next man and as he came in to view she said that she immediately knew it was one of the younger men as she recognised his boots.

My Mom is divorced and had invited a girl friend of hers over to her house. So my Mom calls me up and asks me if I can pick Ashley up from the airport at 2 pm so I told her I could and she said she could not get off work until 5:30 so it got to be around 1:30 so I had to run a quick errand and pick up some cleaning so after picking up my cleaning. I arrive at her terminal and it was a few minutes past 2 when I hear over the intercom that the flight she was on had just landed and a few minutes later my Mom’s friend shows…



“Well hello Jason!! You are looking good! You’ve lost weight and working out haven’t you?” as she is hugging me.



“Hey Ashley!! Thank you! You are looking well too! What are you about 44 now?”



“You know us ladies, we don’t discuss are ages sweetie!!”



I am always had a crush on Ashley. I ail describe her to you all.



5’9/135 lbs/Red Hair/slight olive skin/Green eyes/ C cup. When she was in her 20′s she modeled some.



“Jason, how is your Mom doing?”



“Oh she is fine! She would of loved to have been here to pick you up but her boss needed her to put together some papers at the bank. Are you hungry or thirsty?”



“I am a little hungry. I only ate breakfast this morning and its already burned up. I just grabbed a quick bagel and coffee.”



“Ashley, how is your son doing? Is he still in High School?



“Yes, he is. He is a Junior. He is with his Dad this week?



“Oh, so you are divorced too?”



“Yep!! Seems guys today just want to screw around with others. No loyalty! Enough of that!! Lets get my bags and hit the road!”



“Okay!”



So after picking up her 3 bags and loading them into my car. We decided to stop and eat mexican food.



“Do you like mexican food Ash?”



“Yes I do! Its my favorite! How did you know?



“I remembered!!” as I was grinning.



So we pull into the restaurant and both ordered margarita’s and I ate the #4 special and she had the #2 special. After 2 margaritas each and a late lunch we decided it was time to leave.



“I got this Ashley! Don’t even think about paying!”



“Oh thank you!! You are such a sweetie!! Are you seeing anyone special?”



“Oh I had a girlfriend for awhile and we lived together but her job had her move to another State. We are still friends though.”



“That’s good!! Glad it was not a nasty break up!”



Pulling into the house and bringing her bags in. I showed her the guest room which was next to my bedroom :) After dropping off her bags into her room. She says…



“I need to freshen up a bit and I will meet you shortly in the living room.”



“Okay”



So I move into the living room and set down in the recliner at my Mom’s place and received a phone call from my Mom…



“Did Ashley’s plan come on time?



“Yes! I took her out to eat too! We went to that mexican restaurant near the airport. That we like to eat at. She is in the bathroom freshening up as we speak.”



“Okay! I won’t be home until 7 tonight. We had a customer come into the bank wanting to buy that old Miller Place on 2nd and Ashford Street today!”



“That’s good! I will let her know you will be late!”



As I hung up with my Mom Ashley comes into the living room wearing some workout pants and a tank top with a sports bra underneath!! VERY NICE I must add.



“Oh man it feels good to change clothes and put on these old things. I love lounging around in these clothes. They are like those good old faded jeans you just hate to get rid of. Was that your Mother who called?”



“Yes Mom said she would be late. The bank was in charge of this old guys estate and it sold today. She said that she will be home around 7 ish.”



“I see!”



“Is there something you would like to do?”



“Not right now. If you don’t mind. I might go into the basement and workout a little bit. You are welcome to join me, if you would like? I need to get some of this fat off my big ol butt!”



“Ashley!! You look great I am telling you! Oh and your butt its perfect!! I will change clothes and join you though”



“Oh are you the flirty one!! Thank you for the compliment!!



So she left to go down stairs as I went into my old room where I kept some clothes. As I got into my room all I could think about was Ashley’s round perfected ass!! What a huge turn on it was!



So I decided to leave my bed room door open to undress hoping she might pass my forgetting a towel in the bathroom. The bathroom was right across from my room. So as I was naked looking through my chest of drawers I hear foot prints coming this way…



“Oh I am sorry!!” As Ashley took her right hand covering up her eyes so she could get a towel out of the bathroom. As she got her towel she turned around and I noticed out of her eye she was staring at my cock! She left and I got dressed and made my way down to the basement.



“Ashley, I apologize for what just happened. I sometimes forget to clothes my door while I change. I also apologize for you seeing my erection. I just got a little hot seeing you in those workout clothes. “



“Oh Jason i should be the one to apologize I should of called out your name before walking down the hall. In regards to your erection. I am absolutely flattered that you got excited! Its nice to know that this “39 year old still turns guys on!!” ( winking and smiling).



So I decided to test the waters some more and took my shirt off before heading over the weights. As I was taking it off she says…



“Oh you are gonna really make it harder for me to work out now!”



I said…”Well if you got it, flaunt it!! You are welcome to join me and take yours off as well!”



Smiling she says,…”Yeah you would like that one, wouldn’t you? Besides, I am your Mom’s best friend and what would she say and think?”



“I said well I am 26 years old and my Mom would say “You are your own man!! You can do what you please! You have a very nice body Ashley!!”



“Yes I can tell you are into me!”



“Well aren’t you into me too?”



A pause under heavy breath as she has been working out…



“Yes I think your cute but still your my friends son and I do not think it would be right if we started dating or what if your Mom came home early and found you and I having sex?”



So at this point I could tell the tension was rising and I made the decision to walk over towards her and grabbing her hands and planting a kiss on her soft lips. I whispered to her…”We still have close to 2 hours!”



So I grabbed her by the hand and took up her upstairs and into my Mom’s room.



“We are gonna have sex in here? No If we are lets go into your room or the guest room. I would not feel comfortable doing it here.



So I took her hands again walking her over to the bed pushing her softly on the mattress removing my pants and taking off hers.



She says, “I really don’t feel comfortable here. I want to have sex with you but lets go somewhere else please!”



“Oh we are having sex here!! I said



Putting her legs over my shoulders and placing my hard cock into her pussy.



Pumping her hard and harder…



“I am gonna fuck you so good! I have wanted to fuck you since I was 15″ I said to her.



A couple minutes later I drop a load of semen into her sweet honey whole. I guess I got a little to excited.



“I guess I am a little nervous. I do not normally cum so quickly!”



“Well maybe we are not suppose to do it.” Ashley says.



So we both put our clothes back on and both made my Mom’s bed up and left her room.



“Jason, if you would like maybe we could try again late tonight or tomorrow if you would like?”



Ashley and I both took showers not together in case my Mom did come home quickly. So after taking showers My Mom comes home and asks me to poor her some wine.



“Oh what a long day it was! Glad its over!! Where’s Ashley? “



“Oh she and I were down in the basement working out and she is in her room changing clothes.”



“HEY girlfriend!! How are you? “



“Mona, I am well!” How about you?”



“Ash! I am well just too long of a day!. I am hoping in another 6 months I will be able to retire from the bank.”



“Oh that would be good. What would you do then? Ashley asks



“Well lets see! I have always wanted to go to Europe and then maybe start up a little online store selling high dollar perfumes and lingerie.”



So the chatting went on for a couple of hours before my Mom called it a night.



“Well good night son! Love you!! Love you too Ash!!”



“Love ya too Mom!”



“Ditto Mona!!” Ashley says..



So Ashley and I chatted for another hour. I wanted to make sure my Mom was a sleep before asking her if we can continue.



“Ashley, would you like to continue from earlier?”



“Yes!! Are you sure your Mom is asleep? I would hate for her to see me on top of you riding you! As she says it giggling.



“Yes, my Mom is out!!”



So she gets up from the couch and takes me by the hand and walks us into my room and shuts the door behind us. She removes her clothes and says “I even trimmed down there earlier. You like it?”



“Ash! You could have a full bush and I would still love it.”



Lying on the bed and with her index finger points to me to cover over to the bed. So I get undress and make my way over to her. French kissing her on the lips making my way down to her flat stomach and kissing her belly button making my way to heaven I spread her legs and ran my tongue across her pussy then started licking it vertically before sticking my tongue up in her getting her all hot and wet. She begins to let out these soft moans…



“oh, oh ohhh!”



A couple minutes later she whispers too me as I am still eating her out…”I take it in the ass also! I bet you jump on that one quickly. Won’t you?”



I raised my head up and said “I’m still working!!”



Her moans get louder…



OHHHH. OHHHHHHHHH. OHH!!



So I get up and she turns on her stomach with her legs hanging over my bed and she spreads her legs so that her whole is seen. So I bend over to give it a quick kiss on the cheek and a slap on the other cheek. I reached in my night stand drawer grabbing some jelly to lube up my cock and to put some around her hole before entering. As my head enters she lets out a soft moan and says…



“Take charge sailor!!”



Humping away I feel I am fixing to let out another load of semen into her ass…



“Oh this feels so good!!” I shouted softly. I drop a load of semen into her ass and followed up with…



AAHHHHHHHH!!



So I remove my hands from her hips and turn her back over and begin to suck on her breast. She says “Having my tits sucked is my biggest turn on! It drives me wild!!” Cupping her breast with one hand and sucking away and licking her nipples and pinching them with my lips. She lets out…



“Oh GOD!! OOHHH GODDDD!! Grabbing my hair shoving my head into her chest!! She lets out a huge orgrasm…



F U C K M E!! OHHH FUCK!!



She says, “Momma is worn out now!! Thank you” and kisses me on the lips. She grabbed her clothes and left and I went to sleep with a huge smile on my face telling myself “I just fucked my Mom’s best friend!!”



The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs. and biscuits!!



“Wow Mom!! Something smells good! Where’s Ashley?” As I give her a hug.



“Oh she is in the guest bedroom talking to her son. She has been a really good friend to me.” As though my Mom already knew what happened.



“Yes, she has been! I am glad you have such a good friendship with her.”



“She thinks a lot of you son!! She told me this, this morning. She said you all had a good time talking last night? That’s good!!”



“Yes we did have a good time last night! I think a lot of her too.”



“Hi Jason! Did you sleep well?” With a shit eating grin on her face.



“Hey Ashley!! I did sleep well! One of the best nights of sleep Ive had in awhile! How about you?



“Oh Man I went right to sleep!!”



“Breakfast is served!!”



As we are eating breakfast Ashley says, “Mona whats your plans today?”



“Oh Ashley, my boss called me earlier and said I did not have to come in today after working hard yesterday. So I thought you and I would go shopping and do some girl talk! Is this okay with you?”



“Sure! Maybe Jason could run me into town real quick. I need to run by the bank and wire money to Josh his truck broke down and its gonna cost him $300.00 to get it repaired. Do you mind Jason running me to the bank after breakfast?”



“No, I don’t mind!”



So after breakfast we left to run the errand and as we got into my car Ashley reaches over with her hand and starts rubbing my leg working my way towards my cock!



“You know I haven’t given you a blow job yet?” so I told her I know a good location behind this motel thats secluded. So we reach the destination and we undue our seat belts and I lift my butt in the air to undue my jeans and pull them down and she leans over to put her lips around my semi hard cock and going up and down with with her mouth. She even playfully bites the head a little. After a few minutes I cum in her mouth and she leans back up and wipes off her mouth and says…”I do not need to go to the bank.I just wanted a chance to suck your cock.” So I lift my ass up and pull my pants back up and turn the car back on to head home.



When we arrive home my Mom says to Ashley “You have something on your blouse”



“Oh its probably some butter that got on there!”



“No it was not on there earlier. Reason I know is I love that blouse. Where did you get it?”



“Okay, Mona I am gonna level with you. Jason and I had sex a couple times yesterday and I gave him a blow job a few minutes ago.”



“You did what with Jason??”



“Mom, Ashley and I are in love!”



“Yes Mona we are!”



“Well Im glad for you 2 but also disappointed at you both that you would have sex in my house.”



“Mom, I am an adult and so is Ashley! Its not like you haven’t had sex at your parents house. I specifically remember you telling me that Grandpa caught you sucking a guys cock behind his shop, right??



“I am speechless and this argument you win!!”



Ashley and I dated for awhile before splitting. My Mom and her are still friends. The way we ended our relationship was good! She will always be my favorite!

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, AND ONLY THAT. THIS IS NOT A REAL STORY, AND NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME. THIS IS A STORY FORMED TO EXPRESS A CERTAIN FANTASY I HAVE HAD FOR A FEW YEARS NOW. ANY LIKENESS TO REAL PEOPLE IS A COINCIDENCE AND UNINTENTIONAL. PLEASE DO NO COPY OR STEAL THIS. I CREATED THIS FOR A FRIEND OF MINE. ENJOY.



My heart thudded as I walked down the hall of my dorm room and opened the door into the hall of teacher’s offices. Everything was silent save for the distant noise of people talking far away from where I was standing. I looked to my right down the stretch of hallway and then looked straight ahead toward what we called at school “The Cave Entrance”, a long corridor that connected our dorms to the dorms next door. Along with connecting the two dorms, the corridor also connected our dorm to another basement-like setting that held more offices for our teachers. This was my destination.



I straightened my red tie and my grey sweater-vest, and in the process adjusted my backpack. With a deep breath I moved forward through the “Cave Entrance” and made my way toward the set of offices on the other side. Once past the second door I found myself at the first office, which housed the only two Computer Science instructors in the school. Almost every teacher was required to share their office with another instructor in order to conserve space. My destination was at the end of this hallway.



Taking another shallow breath, I put one foot in front of the other and set my eyes for the office at the end, belonging to my English instructor, Mr. Harwood. He had e-mailed me about an hour previous to my current journey, asking me to come by his office and answer a few questions on an essay I had written for his Ancient Literary Works class. I knew it wasn’t my best work, and it was under the page limit that he requested by a paragraph, but I just hoped he wouldn’t yell at me. The teachers here could be ruthless, but I didn’t think Mr. Harwood would be all that angry with me over missing a tiny paragraph.



After a few more steps I finally reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of the plain office door. On it hung a metal plate engraved with Mr. Harwood’s name and the name of another teacher alongside it. The other teacher, Ms. Gregson, was on a leave of absence due to the death of her husband. Mr. Harwood had been teaching her classes since she left. Light could be seen through the cracks of the door from a lamp. I inhaled a deep breath of air and tapped lightly on the faux wooden door. I paused and listened for a response.



Nothing happened for what seemed like an hour, but then I knocked on the door again, a bit louder this time. I could hear a stir of movement, perhaps the shifting of papers, on the other side of the door and then heard my heartbeat sound in my ears.



“Come in!” A gravelly voice hollered from beyond the door.



I turned the handle of the door and opened it slowly. A cool gust of air conditioned air flushed against my skin.



“Oh, hello, Dawson,” Mr. Harwood said to me, motioning for me to close the door. “Take a seat.”



Mr. Harwood was a slightly tall man with thin glasses, about the age of thirty-seven. His salt-and-pepper hair was always disheveled in an almost-on-purpose sort of sense. He was what some would call lanky, with long limbs and delicate but manly hands. He wore a button up dress shirt with thin blue stripes and a yellow tie. He also wore a pair of jeans and some casual dress shoes. The best way to describe him would be sophisticated, yet casual. He was extremely attractive.



“Dawson, I e-mailed you earlier about a paper you wrote for my class, and I wanted to get some of my questions answered, if you don’t mind?” Mr. Harwood asked.



“No, I don’t mind, Mr. Harwood,” I replied and smiled in a personable way.



“Good,” he said. “Let’s start with your topic. You chose to explore homosexuality in the tale of Gilgamesh, correct?”



“Yes, I did.”



“It was a very interesting topic. Very well written, with very good ideas, but slightly underdeveloped in it’s premise.”



“Oh? How so?” I asked.



“Well,” at this time Mr. Harwood began to flip through my essay laying on his desk. “The point you made on Gilgamesh loving Enkidu was never fully developed. You simply let the reader, that is me, know he loved Enkidu and then never developed the point. Why?”



“Because, it is an obvious fact in the story of Gilgamesh. The text continually said Gilgamesh loved Enkidu more than anyone.” I replied.



“While that is true, you never cited any of that text. Here,” Mr. Harwood passed me a copy of Gilgamesh. “show me.”



I took the text in my hand and began flipping through the pages. After finding the correct passage I pushed the text across the desk to Mr. Harwood, using my hand to direct him to the text.



“As you can see, Mr. Harwood, the text says GIlgamesh loved Enkidu more than anything.”



Mr. Harwood reached across the desk and put his hand down on the text, simultaneously brushing against my hand. It seemed like an innocent accident and I moved my hand away quickly before he noticed where his hand was.



“Ah, yes, well I wished you had cited this text,” Mr. Harwood said.



“Yeah, me too.” I replied and chuckled a bit. “I apologize, Mr. Harwood. I should have paid more attention to what I was writing.”



“It’s fine, Dawson,” Mr. Harwood’s hand had found the tip of my fingers again, but this time seemed a little more intentional.



I sat there for a second, waiting for him to continue with corrections I needed to make, but he was silently gazing over my paper.



“It’s so interesting…” Mr. Harwood said.



“What is?” I asked.



“The story of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, and how you wrote about their love for one another. It’s also interesting how views on a topic such as this have changed so dramatically over the years. About homosexuality, that is.”



His hand brushed mine and began to move over the knuckles of my hand. I thought about moving my hand away again, just thinking he was doing it unintentionally, but stopped myself to see where this was headed.



“Yes, it is. It’s a very interesting topic, especially to me and–”



I stopped talking after realizing what I was implying. I had admitted to many people my sexuality, but not very many teachers. It just seemed unprofessional to do so, and an overstep of boundaries. Mr. Harwood looked at me and smirked with the corner of his mouth.



“Don’t worry, Dawson, I’m not a judgmental person. To each their own, right?” Mr. Harwood said. His hand still touched mine lightly, but began to cover them even more.



“It’s just not in my nature to share that personal side of mine with teachers . . .” I replied. His hand had officially enveloped mine as I spoke.



I shivered as the heat from his hand began to warm mine. I always had poor circulation, and his hand seemed to be like a miniature furnace. Mr. Harwood’s thumb began to stroke the top of my hand back and forth.



“I, um, I ought to go, Mr. Harwood…” I said, feigning ignorance.



“Why don’t you stay, Dawson? I’ve got a few more questions for you about something other than this essay, if you don’t mind?” Mr. Harwood asked, smiling.



My mouth went dry. I didn’t know what to say, because I understood what he was implying, and I was shocked. This seemed to be going somewhere beyond simple class work.



“Uh . . . sure, sir.” I said.



“Good.”



Mr. Harwood stood up, releasing my hand and walked over to his office door and locked it. The click sounded like the cocking of a gun. My hear sounded like it was going to leap out of my chest. Mr. Harwood seemed completely at ease as he walked toward me and sat on the top of his desk, crossing his legs at the ankles and smoothing out his tie.



“So, how long have you been fawning after me?” he asked.



My heartbeat quickened at the question to the point I felt I would faint there on the spot.



“Wh-What are you talking about, Mr. Harwood?”



“I see you, sitting there in my class, looking at me. All of me. You, and the other half of your class. Why are you all so attracted to me? I’m a thirty-something year old man with grey hair. I’m an English teacher, for God’s sake.”



“I, uh, don’t know, sir. I just, uh, I just . . .”



“You ‘just’ what?” he asked and crossed his arms.



“You’re just attractive. The way you move about, so deliberate. So sophisticated. So languid. You lure us in. Your intellect charms us, and I, um, think you look good as well.” I replied, mustering a bit of courage to get it all out.



“A man, old enough to be your father, is attractive to you?” Mr. Harwood asked, shifting just slightly on his desk.



“Um . . . yes.” I replied. Silence ensued for a few moments before he replied with another question.



“Have you ever been with a man my age, Dawson? Sexually, or romantically, I mean?”



My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.



“No, sir, I haven’t. I’ve only ever been with one guy before, around my age. That lasted about two weeks, so we never did anything.” I replied, my courage pushing me through regardless of the nervous shaking I felt wrack through my whole body.



He chuckled and then a calm, solemn expression flitted across his face. He leaned forward, almost moving off of his desk, until his face was close to mine. I could smell the Altoids on his breath he was so close. I could see the color of his eyes, predominately green with flecks of blue in them. He looked so calm only inches from my face.



“If you’re okay with it, Dawson, would it be appropriate if I–” He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.



With another surge of courage I leaned up and parted my lips just slightly until I was kissing Mr. Harwood. I was kissing my English teacher in the middle of his office. I tasted the mint I had smelled just moments before and it tasted delicious. Without thinking, I reached up and pulled Mr. Harwood closer to me and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He replied by pushing his tongue out to play with mine.



I didn’t understand what was happening right now, but I didn’t really give a flying fuck. I was kissing a man I had fawned over for the past year and a half. It was glorious. I was reveling in the achievement and could feel that Mr. Harwood had been waiting to do this for awhile. Finally, we broke the kiss to gather air in to our lungs, but I was after his lips before I could contain myself. I stood up, shedding my backpack and leaning in to my teacher on his desk. He had wrapped his arms around my medium-sized frame and pulled me closer in to him so that I was basically straddling his right thigh. Frantic, I broke the kiss and looked at him, panting.



“Dawson, we can stop anytime you want. Is this okay? Is what we are about to do okay with you? And will you promise to keep it between us?” Mr. Harwood panted, almost at the volume of a whisper.



As a reply, I reclaimed his lips and teased his tongue out into my mouth to play. While doing this I straddled his leg harder, rubbing back and forth over his thigh. I could feel myself growing harder in my pants than I had been in a very long time due to the excitement and the forbidden feeling I got from the situation. It was a major turn on. This turn on heightened when I could feel Mr. Harwood’s own member push against my own thigh as we kissed. I reached down between us and moved my hand up his thigh until I was almost touching his hard cock.



“Is it okay if I . . .?” I asked after breaking the kiss just slightly.



“Yes, do it, please!” he begged and pushed his crotch toward my hand.



I began rubbing him through his jeans, feeling the length and girth grow as I pressed down on him. All of a sudden I felt a moan escape his lips against my neck and I felt a surge of euphoria run through my body. I broke the kiss and began kissing Mr. Harwood on the neck, nipping and sucking at the scruffy beard and flesh here and there. While doing this I continued rubbing him through his jeans and felt his hands begin to explore my own body. Slowly they made there way to my sides and eventually moved all the way down to my ass, which he began rubbing and kneading in to. I hitched into his grip and moaned into his neck as I bit lightly into his skin.



Removing my hand from his crotch, I pulled the tie loose from his neck and unbuttoned his shirt, which exposed his bare skin. Keeping the tie around his neck, but pushing his shirt off, I began to kiss his collarbone and his chest.



“Here, let me make you more comfortable,” Mr. Harwood said and pulled my sweater-vest off of me, then helping me take off my own button down and discarding my tie behind me in the seat. It wasn’t long before Mr. Harwood reclaimed my lips.



I leaned forward and kissed him harder and then returned to his chest, which was average. Not full muscled, but not old skin. It was lightly dusted with a few hairs in the center of his chest, all light colored. Slowly, I moved my lips down and began kissing his nipples, which he apparently liked due to the small whimper he let go from his lips.



I licked, sucked, and kissed his nipple until I felt he was worked up enough to move forward. As I began kissing down his torso I unbuttoned his belt and jeans, pulled off his shoes and socks, and then pulled his pants off until he was clad only in underwear on his desk. A bulge protruded from his boxer briefs, which looked very alluring. Bending down I began teasing his cock. I kissed the head through the fabric and put my lips on the shaft, moving in a back and forth motion until I felt his penis move in anticipation. Mr. Harwood was brushing his hands through my hair as he tried to hold back his moans as I teased him.



With deft hands, I pulled down the front of his underwear and looked at Mr. Harwood’s cock. It was about six to seven inches long, and a little thick with veins running over it. It was enticing, and so I leaned over and put the head in to my mouth. I sucked it and swirled my tongue on his cock as I heard him moan a little louder, holding tight on my hair. This continued for a few minutes until Mr. Harwood decided it was time to have his own fun. He pulled me up gently by the arm off of his cock and kissed me hard. He then undid my jeans and began stroking me as we kissed, pushing my underwear and jeans off in one quick move. I was in heaven.



My toes curled as Mr. Harwood continued his ministrations and I thought I would go over the edge right then, but then he stood up and sat me on the desk, moving himself down my body and then sucking my penis. I held myself back and tried to count numbers to keep from falling off the edge of pleasure, but it was getting more difficult to think of other things by the minute. Before too long I felt Mr. Harwood’s fingers at the entrance to my arse, fondling and massaging the area delicately. His hands felt so warm, I thought I would blow right then and there.



“Stop sucking, or I’m going to blow right here!” I whispered urgently at him.



Mr. Harwood stopped at my command, but continued to finger my ass. With a smile up at me, he took out a finger and spit on it and then stuck it back at my entrance, moving it in slowly and out until it went suddenly past the muscles there. I about cried out from the hot, yet pleasurable pain. He never broke eye contact as he thrust his finger deeper into me, slowly adding another two fingers as I stretched open.



“Are you ready, Dawson?” He asked, smirking.



I nodded and moaned quietly as he kept his fingers wedged inside of me. Mr. Harwood stood up, never moving his fingers, and then placed his cock at my entrance. I braced myself and then felt the head push in to where his fingers had been, slowly stretching me even more open than before. It felt like a hot iron was entering me, for all I knew. But I didn’t care, because I was with a man I had dreamt about for ages. This man, who I had fantasized about night after night for a year and a half, was making love to me. It was the best moment I had ever experienced when he finally pushed in as far as he could, feeling him flush against my body and inside of me.



Taking a moment to let me adjust, Mr. Harwood began to pull out of me and then move back in. He did this over and over again until it began easy enough to just slide in and out. It was a little awkward, but felt so amazing at the same time. He leaned down and kissed my neck and then my lips as he began to pick up his pace, pushing deep into my ass. My whole body felt ablaze with heat and passion and lust as Mr. Harwood kissed me hard and buried himself in me.



“Oh, God, yes . . .” I moaned into his lips as he hit the right spot. When he figured out the spot he hit, he continued thrusting at that spot until I felt I was going to burst again.



“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.



“Let’s do it together.” Mr. Harwood said and began thrusting into me harder than before, grabbing my cock and jerking me off as he did so.



It wasn’t long before I could feel the hot, sensual feeling begin to burn in my stomach and realized I was going to explode. With a few more strokes and pushes, I erupted in his hand and every muscle inside me tensed up, clenching around his cock as he continued fucking me. After finishing me off, it didn’t take long for Mr. Harwood to cum either, pulling out of my ass and stroking himself over my own cock. We were both panting and smiling and kissing at the end, having enjoyed ourselves very much.



“So . . . what now?” I asked, kissing Mr. Harwood’s neck.



“Well . . . let’s just say, you got an A on that paper of yours,” He smiled and kissed me hard on the lips. “Now, get dressed before anyone shows up.”



I chuckled and obeyed, getting off of his desk and throwing on my clothes, but not before Mr. Harwood slapped my ass teasingly and began to dress himself. After getting dressed and cleaned up, we looked at each other longingly.



“Be here, this time, next week. We’ll try some other stuff out,” Mr. Harwood said and kissed me deeply before returning to his desk. I smiled, winked at him, and left the room to go back and take a shower. It was the beginning of something new and exciting, which I would experience again and again over the remaining semester of school.

(If possible read with Dubstep music – it will add to the experience)



Introducing, the third in the series of Clifftop College entries. Who ever said boarding school would be boring?




Evelyn had always been a rather sexual girl. Since losing her virginity at thirteen, she’d had countless amounts of sexual partners. As a student of the prestigious mixed boarding school, Clifftop College, Evelyn had plenty of men to choose from. However, since finding one man that fitted her perfectly in every way, Evelyn had been happy in her quiet, sexually pleasing relationship with Doni. Though, you can take the girl out of the adventure, but never the adventure out of the girl.



After a very satisfying three-way with her ex-boyfriend and Doni’s best friend, Smyth, Evelyn thought that her craving for sexual adventure had been fed. Not so likely. Evelyn yearned for more.



So, one night, whilst Doni and Evelyn lay in bed together — the dorm room empty aside from themselves — she turned to him with a beaming grin.



“I want an orgasm,” she said eagerly, taking the book from Doni’s hands to get his attention.



“Didn’t I give you one already? — like five minutes ago?” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and gazing into her feline green eyes that sparkled with excitement.



“Yes,” she giggled “But I want more — multiple!” she exclaimed.



Doni raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, trying to read her thoughts. He was a proud boyfriend and relished in her enthusiasm and wildness when it came to sex. Though a quiet, mysterious, artistic girl to most, he knew a different side to her. Evelyn was like an animal that could never truly be tamed. With hair the colour of raven feathers that trailed down the length of her petite torso, skin as pale as the moon and lips as red as blood, Evelyn was by far the most enchantingly beautiful young woman he’d ever met. Also, the sexiest. Even as she lay in only a pair of knee length school socks, his pair of boxers and his blue sports vest, she was absolutely gorgeous.



“Roll over then,” he winked cheekily.



He turned her quickly onto her back and leant down to kiss her when he stopped, her hands cupping his stubbly chin. He exhaled heavily, watching her pout. It was unlike her.



“What’s the matter?” he asked, his hands that were resting either side of her head, tangling themselves in her loose hair.



“I was thinking of accomplishing it more daringly,” her pout grew into a grin.



Doni shifted his body until his legs were between hers, thinking through her last sentence.



“How?” he questioned, also rather daringly. Evelyn never stopped surprising him.



“Well say like I want ten orgasms,” she paused, watching Doni’s eyes intently “Then I’d want ten different men to give them to me,” she left the sentence open, somewhat anxious to hear her boyfriend’s reply. He always embraced even her craziest sexual fantasies, but would he do the same with this one?



“I’ll see what I can do,” he winked again, burying his face into her sweet neck.



Evelyn grinned madly, excitement consuming her.



It was settled. On Friday night, Evelyn would meet Doni in his dorm room. He had been able to gather eight of his closest friends to help fulfil Evelyn’s fantasy. Those eight were also friends with Evelyn and five of them were Doni’s dorm friends. No one would walk in as the majority of the sixth formers at CTC were out on Friday nights. The plan was perfect. Now, all Evelyn had to do was allow the excitement to fuel her. She couldn’t believe that one, she was finally doing it, and two, that Doni was okay with it.



More than okay, he was incredibly excited. His cuckholding fetish had really taken hold of him. Though, protective over Evelyn in every other sense, when it came to the bedroom — watching her have sex with another man or woman, turned Doni on very much. He liked nothing more than to see the love of his life having a good time, whether it was him that was giving it to her or someone else. He wasn’t a jealous man and would feel greedy if he kept such a beautiful girl all to himself. And anyway, his favourite part of any threesome was the moment he got to take Evelyn back into his arms, for she was his at the end of the day, and he was hers.



Evelyn walked across the dark campus field wearing a thick coat. She carried a bag full of things she may need for that evening. Her stomach was doing summersaults she was so excited. Doni hadn’t told her which eight guys he’d found, though she’d assumed their closest male friends. She hated to admit it, but she was looking forward to having sex with Smyth again. He may have eyes for her best friend now and their love was long gone, but she knew there would always be a burning flame between them. She quickened her pace, trying to contain her enthusiasm.



She didn’t knock, she didn’t need to. Evelyn stepped inside the large dorm room to feel the heating on, see the bedside lights bright and only Doni stood in the room. She smiled at the sight of him, her heart racing; even now, after five years of being in love with him, he still gave her butterflies.



“Where is everyone?” she asked, closing the door behind her.



She spotted his bed was without a duvet and lying on it was a single black satin blindfold. She shivered with anticipation. Her eyes returned to Doni, who had stepped closer. He was only wearing a pair of white tight boxers, his bare firm chest on show. She bit her lip, already turned on. All day, whilst pampering, she hadn’t stopped thinking about the night ahead. Her friends had badgered her to find out what she was up to, but Evelyn was good at keeping secrets.



“They’ll be here soon,” he took hold of her hands, inspecting her up and down.



She was wearing her school uniform; her white blouse was tight across her large ample breasts; her blue school skirt was short and pulled up to her middle, only just covering her small perky bum. She wore her thigh high navy socks, a tie hung loosely around her neck and her hair was up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Doni always thought she looked beautiful, but she looked especially stunning tonight. With only a hint of make-up and her school girl outfit she was erotic perfection in his eyes.



“You look fantastic,” he smirked, taking the bag from her shoulder.



“Thanks. Ebony was a bit curious as to why I was wearing this tonight but luckily Ava stepped forward, assuming I was coming over here to play out a school girl fantasy with you,” Evelyn giggled, perching on the end of the bed.



“An extremely twisted, dirty school girl fantasy,” he laughed “You should’ve told me — I could’ve got us all to wear them,” he winked, sitting down beside her.



Evelyn raised a single neatly plucked eyebrow, mulling over the thought.



That would be very interesting



She glanced over at his bedside table where his phone sat.



“I think you should give them a text — you’re right, it’ll make for a very good fantasy,” she giggled, twisting around until she was on her hands and knees.



She crawled into the middle of the bed and flipped onto her back, opening her legs and grinning down at Doni. He beamed back at her, grabbing his phone quickly.



This night was going to be one to remember.



Evelyn observed as Doni strolled across the dorm room in his school shirt, trousers and tie. She bit her lip, the butterflies beating harder and lower in her stomach. She had to catch her breath. His black fringe tousled onto his forehead and the shaved sides were neat, revealing his two stretched ears. He gave her a wink and rolled up his sleeves.



“This means business,” he chuckled.



Evelyn watched intently as with each roll he exposed more and more of his tattoos and the muscles of his upper arms. Her breathing was quickening with every second, her heart drumming in her chest. Her eyes were fixated on him, waiting for his next move.



He gestured to the end of the bed, where she shuffled quickly and sat patiently. He lifted the blindfold to her eyes and began to tie it at the back. Now her view was gone, she relied on her other senses. The feel of the satin under her fingertips. The sound of Doni’s deep breathing. The smell of his cologne. The taste of his lips. She shivered.



“Now I want you to sit still and don’t remove the blindfold, understand?” Doni’s voice was stern, the playfulness gone.



She straightened her back and subdued a grin. It had begun.



She pressed her wrists together on her lap, staring forward into the darkness of the blindfold. She felt cold now Doni had moved away. Suddenly, she felt headphone slipping on over her head and onto her ears. Deep rumbling dubstep music pounded into her ears. Slowly, he was taking away her senses. Her heart galloped with apprehension and anticipation. She was now deaf and blind.



Evelyn was unable to hear the dorm room door opening and Doni greeting the eight boys who had agreed to join them. They fist pumped, patted each other’s backs and exchanged curious glances with Doni.



They stood in an awkward semi-circle around the bed where Evelyn sat, none the wiser as to what was going on around her. Doni joined them, turning the music up a little louder just to be sure his girlfriend wouldn’t be able to hear them.



“Why are we dressed like this?” Smyth laughed, gesturing to their attire.



“Evelyn’s idea, not mine,” Doni replied, crossing his arms, his eyes still focused on Evelyn who was tossing her tongue around her mouth anxiously. He enjoyed making her wait. It was all one big tease. He could imagine just how wet she was getting, her mind consumed with what they were about to do. Doni grinned to himself then turned to his friends.



“Looks as if this was entirely Evelyn’s idea,” Ted raised his eyebrows, looking to where Smyth was restraining a grin.



“I’m just gonna say this, before we get started. If any of you are unsure, leave now. And, there are rules to this game,” Doni’s voice turned firm, catching all of theirs attention.



They listened intently, afraid to get on the wrong side of Doni under any circumstances — let alone when it came to Evelyn.



“You know why we’re here. She wants to have ten orgasms, each with a different guy. As I could only gather nine of us, I’ll give her two,” Doni smirked, making the boys roll their eyes “So, after you’ve made her orgasm, your time is up.”



The boys nodded understandingly, switching their gazes back and forth between Doni and Evelyn, who was bobbing her head to the music.



“How you make her orgasm is entirely up to you,” Doni hinted to the bag sat beside his bed.



Smyth picked it up tentatively and glanced inside. He grinned and allowed the other boys to have a look too.



“You all must use condoms and keep it clean,” he stared them all down “And I can step in whenever I like. Plus, Evelyn can stop the whole thing whenever she wants.”



“Is there a safe word?” Wade questioned, looking more nervous than any of them.



Having spent the past two years dating the same girl — one of Evelyn’s friends, Ebony — Wade was inexperienced compared to the others, especially as Ted and Smyth had already slept with Evelyn. The others were looking forward to the opportunity to do so.



“Pineapples,” Doni nodded, watching as they repeated it under their breaths.



“So we can do anything we want?” Declan smirked, looking to Ted and Smyth who matched his excitement.



“Within reason,” Doni answered, taking a step closer “However, if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you,” he scowled, then softened, scaring Declan into silence.



“Who will go first?” Theo chirped up, having been quiet since he’d arrived.



Doni gave his ex-boyfriend a quick once over; he looked gorgeous in his uniform.



“You’ll pick a number out of this hat. While you wait, you can play Xbox or hit bongs on the sofas, cool?” Doni handed them the hat and walked over to Dexter first.



He pulled out a number 6. Soon, all of the boys had picked a number out of the hat and the night was about to begin. All they needed now was Evelyn.



Once the others had seated themselves, Doni pulled the desk chair up to the end of the bed. He sat down, his knees brushing Evelyn’s. She bit her lip at the slightest touch.



He reached forward, running a fingertip around in circles on her bare knees. Slowly, he slipped down one of her socks, taking her leg and placing it on his shoulder. Unaware of his audience watching curiously from the sofa, Doni began to plant tender kisses up the inside of Evelyn’s leg. She shivered, resting back on her hands. She rolled back her head, the headphones and blindfold still securely on.



“Oh Doni-,” she whispered; she knew his touch well. His hands were as familiar as her own.



He grinned smugly to himself, shifting closer. He took her other leg and copied his actions, his fingers running up and down the outside while his lips set to work. Soon, Evelyn was lying on her back, both of her legs up on his broad shoulders.



He pulled her socks back up to their original place and slipped his hands down further until they reached the hem of her small knickers. Biting playfully at her legs, making her giggle and squeal, he pulled down her blue frilly French knickers and chucked them to the side. With one hand, he grasped her bum and moved himself on top of her.



His lips met hers, passionately kissing her. She went to raise her arms to his cheeks when he grabbed hold of them and placed them above her head. He felt her gasp for air between kisses, their tongues dancing in each other’s moves; tongue bars knocking and tickling. Evelyn yearned to feel the ball of his bar rubbing against her.



He squeezed and released her bum cheek continuously, his lips grazing the skin on her collar bone. He popped open the buttons on her blouse with his teeth, his tongue working its way into her bra where he found her erect nipple. All the while, Evelyn moaned loudly, tugging at his hair and wrapping her legs around his back, grasping him tighter to her heated body.



“Save some for us, Doni!” Smyth called over, chuckling with the other boys.



He pulled his lips away for a moment, realising he was getting carried away. He shifted further down the bed and bunched up her skirt, revealing her beautiful pussy. He pressed back her thighs, opening her legs further. Doni licked his lips hungrily. He had been right; all that teasing had made Evelyn extremely wet.



Tentatively, he ran a finger from her small hard clit to her juicy pussy. He watched as she tensed, her hands clutching the bed sheet in anticipation. He liked to make her wait. He pushed her thighs back further, stroking the tip of his tongue across her clit. At the taste of her, Doni was sent into ecstasy. He couldn’t hold back any longer.



He dived in face first, moving her body up and down over his mouth as it ate hungrily. He nibbled at her clit, switching back to his tongue where he lapped and pressed in circles. All the while, Evelyn’s breaths became shorter and her screaming louder. Doni lost control. He was consumed by her, skilfully using his mouth to make her quiver and shake, her body convulsing under his fingertips.



Evelyn couldn’t think straight. All she could do was gasp for breaths between moans and hang on tightly to Doni’s hair as he sent her into a state of sheer pleasure.



She couldn’t hear or see, only feel as Doni’s tongue delved deeper into her tight wet pussy, then slipping up and flicking her clit; again and again, it was a sensual assault. She barely had a chance to understand what was going on before her hips were rising with her pulse and she met her first orgasm on Cloud Nine. Like a drug, it flooded her veins, pumping all the way to head. The music became distant, her limbs tingling as she came down. Her head was fuzzy, almost as if she was about to pass out.



With her legs still hanging over Doni’s shoulders, he straightened up watching as Evelyn’s body twitched, listening to her raspy breaths. He smirked to himself, glancing to the side of him to see Declan beside them. He raised an eyebrow to Doni who grinned, wiping his lips.



“I’ll tag you in, shall I?” he laughed, gently laying Evelyn’s legs down.



They dangled off the end of the bed. She hadn’t regained her strength yet and lay still breathing deeply. Doni fist pumped Declan and stood up to allow the first of the boys to begin.



He glanced over his shoulder to see Declan take off his shirt and gently lay down upon Evelyn, who took him with opens arms — and legs.



Doni smirked to himself again, wondering if he wanted to miss this. Unaware that the other boys were watching him, he stood with his arms folded as Declan set to work.



Declan knew that as the first of the eight he had to set a standard. He couldn’t repeat Doni’s actions but he was determined to make her scream louder and orgasm faster. He knew he shouldn’t be allowing himself to get swept up into the fight for Alpha dog, but he could at least beat his own target.



Though before now, Declan had never looked at Evelyn as being a potential sex partner, it didn’t mean he didn’t find her attractive. As he lay on top of her, he planted deep kisses on her plump red lips. He felt her legs wrap around him, grinding her groin against his ever hardening crotch. He could hardly contain himself. He’d tried not to watch previously when Doni had had his face buried in her delicious looking pussy, but it was hard not to. As her body lay open and ready for him, Declan felt a rush of primeval hunger.



He ripped open her blouse, revealing her ample bosom cupped in a black lase bra. He smothered her chest and breasts in kisses, sucking and nibbling, hearing her heart thumping away. Her nails were beginning to dig into his shoulders, urging him on further. With his face still pressed between her soft warm breasts, he ran a hand down her stomach and in between her legs. His school trousers grew tighter as he withdrew his dripping fingers. Carefully, he placed them against her parted lips. She licked blissfully, sucking his fingers free of her juices with a little grin.



Declan wouldn’t be able to contain himself much longer if he didn’t get on with his original plan.



Evelyn ran her hands along his shoulders, still enjoying the taste of herself. She grinned happily, feeling her way up to his hair; shaved at the sides, fine on the top. She slipped back to his neck to feel only a small tunnel in his ear. She knew instantly this was Declan, even if she couldn’t see or hear him.



She lay at his mercy, trusting him completely. Out of the all the guys Doni could’ve gathered, he would be the gentlest and most good natured. She felt as he kneeled over her, obviously taking off his trousers and boxers. She waited excitedly; she had always wondered what he’d be like in bed.



Soon, his lips were returning to hers and she felt the hardness of his cock against her groin. She allowed him to take full control as he placed her legs back and onto his shoulders, pushing deeply into her wet hole. She threw back her head with surprise.



His long hard shaft moved slowly at first, back and forth, arching at just the right angle so the tip of his cock knocked and rubbed against her g-spot. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer and curling her body towards him as they rocked to a gentle rhythm, his cock drumming into her g-spot with each thrust. She gasped, scratching her nails down his hot back in long red strips, his steady rhythm teasing her beyond belief. She allowed her head to fall back and hang as he quickened his pace.



Doni sat down in the desk chair now adjacent to the bed. He watched as Declan pounded Evelyn until her head was knocking against the headboard. Her body was limp like a ragdoll as she moaned, taking the full force of Declan’s hips and cock as he pumped at a startling pace in and out of her pussy. He bit at his finger, completely focused on the scene before him. Seeing Evelyn being fucked by someone other than himself was an even bigger turn on than he’d imagined. It had been different in their threesome. Now, he couldn’t get involved. He could only sit and watch as the love of his life was pounded out of the stratosphere. It was a type of torture, he was sure; one that would push him to the end of his tether until finally he would be able to get his hands on her. He bit down harder, the sight of Declan’s dick pummelling his girlfriend’s dripping wet snatch, rocketing him into an alien frenzy.

Using her index and middle finger, she pinched her clit between the two, rubbing it vigorously whilst Declan stuffed her full. Soon, the pleasure was peaking. She stroked faster, her pussy tightening with each thrust. Three more pumps from his hips and Evelyn’s orgasm exploded, as did Declan.



Unfortunately, she didn’t get to fill his hot load inside of her as he’d stuck to the rules. However, as her orgasm rippled throughout her, she felt Declan slip between her legs to drink up the remaining juices that were slowly making their way down between her bum cheeks. He didn’t hesitate there either.



She giggled, stroking his head, lying in the blissful pleasure of post-orgasm. He kissed her inner thigh one last time before leaving the bed completely. She felt cold straight away until a new presence appeared beside her.



Doni sat back in his seat, ignoring as Declan redressed and fist pumped Ted. He was focused on Wade who had one knee on the bed, running his finger up Evelyn’s legs, across her stomach and to her breasts. She shivered under his touch, raising her hands to his ribbed firm torso. Wade tentatively placed the other knee onto the bed, the other side of her legs. Carefully, he sat her up and took off her blouse. He carelessly chucked it to the side and leant down to kiss her, softly at first, then firmer, running his tongue across her lips.



Doni viewed as Evelyn ran her nails down over each muscle of his stomach, grinning wildly to herself. Wade’s strong arms then gathered her up until she was wrapped around him. In one swift move, he was on his feet with Evelyn pressed against the wall. She gasped at the thump, hastily using her feet to push down his trousers and boxers.



Wade forgot about his nerves and threw Evelyn’s hands above her head, biting and sucking at the skin on her neck. She let out small squeaks and squeals, tightening her hold around his back.



With his garments now at his ankles, Wade moved back slightly to see Evelyn’s breasts sitting perkily in the bra. He briskly unclipped it at the back, leaving the tie to hang around her neck and dangling between her breasts.



He grasped one eagerly with one of his large strong palms and lapped at her hard nipple, his teeth teasingly tugging. Evelyn was lost, out of control. She leant back and enjoyed every second, her pulse rocketing, the adrenaline pumping through her.



Wade, with one arm around her waist, slipped on the condom and lowered her petite body until her pussy was hovering over his large rock hard cock. She bit her lip, drawing a small amount of blood as she did. She ached to feel him inside of her.



The music was blasting continuously into her ears, her other senses on overdrive. She drank in the smell of his cologne, the feel of his hot firm skin and taste of his lips. She savoured the sweet cider on his tongue and was hungry for more. She knew who this was; Wade was the only one of the boys with a body like this.



He stroked a hand up between her legs, feeling her hot soaked pussy against his palm. He dug his teeth deeper into her nipple, soon switching to the next one. With her hands still above her head, Wade pumped his hips upwards.



Evelyn wasn’t surprised by his largeness. She’d seen him in his boxing shorts on many occasions and had already assumed Wade’s cock would give many men a run for their money. She was overjoyed by the chance to finally see what he could do with it.



His strong hips propelled against her thighs, pummelling her higher and higher up the wall and closer to a climax. The feel of his lengthy stiff shaft stuffed inside of her was a fulfilling and carnal pleasure. She could feel her pussy stretching to cater for his girth but it was worth it. For each thrust he gave her, he brought her nearer to her third and maybe the best, orgasm of the night.



He felt her hot nectar dripping down his leg and the taste of her sweet tits inside his mouth. With the other hand, he grasped her bum. He had lost control over his loins. He had unleashed the animal inside and allowed his hunger to take over. He threw his entire strength into each pump of his hips, sending his cock deeper and harder into Evelyn’s snug pussy. She clenched and released, rubbing the walls of her vagina against his shaft. Wade, although not religious, was sure he was in heaven.



Doni opened his mouth wide, his eyes fixated on the scene in front of him. The sight of Evelyn squirming and moaning, her face full of ecstasy, was enough to tighten Doni’s trousers further.



Seeing her cum around another man’s cock was all one big tease. He wanted slurp up every last bit of her; taste her sweet cum on his lips and tongue. With his legs spread and arms folded, he observed the way Wade rested Evelyn back down onto the bed, leaving her with a sweet kiss to the lips.



He was itching to take Evelyn in his arms and show them all how it was done. But he had promised his darling girl he would be patient. So, patient was what he was.



Evelyn lay in waiting, still catching her breath and allowing the previous orgasm to wash over her. She wiggled her toes and fingers to make sure they were still there. She pushed a hand between her legs, her wetness fading. She was still extremely turned on but was becoming fearful of her next partner. What if they didn’t realise?



She turned her head to the side, music still pounding into her ears and the blindfold securely on. She tried to speak but her throat was dry too. Luckily, she felt two hands cradle her head and the cool rim of a glass to her lips.



Tentatively, she opened her mouth and allowed the refreshing ice cold water to pour down her throat. She gulped thirstily, clasping the glass but allowing the person to sit her upright. Whilst she drunk, one hand reached down her torso and slipped between her legs. She breathed a sigh of relief.



Someone else took the glass away when she hinted she’d finished and the person who had come to her rescue set to work. He started by getting rid of her skirt.



He sat behind her, his legs enclosing hers as she lay back against his chest. In his hold, she spread and allowed his fingers to wander. He caressed her neck and collar bone, keeping her attention up top until she felt a vibration against her groin. Her eyes shot open behind her blindfold and her grin grew. She was wondering when one of the boys would take advantage of her stash of toys.



“The boy’s being rather giving,” Smyth said to Doni as he handed him a beer.



He only nodded in reply, his focus entirely on Jake as he tickled Evelyn’s spread pussy and clit with a small vibrator.



“I think he’s worried what his girlfriend would say if she found out he’s had sex with her friend,” Doni chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. He could sit and watch Evelyn touch herself all day; seeing someone else do it to her was even better.



“Sofia didn’t seem too bothered about her boyfriend when she was sucking Ted’s cock in the summer,” Smyth laughed, his eyes also staying fixated on Evelyn, who was now laying limp against Jake as he added another vibrator into the equation. A bigger one that was he slowly probing the outside of her pussy with.



The two boys observed as Jake smothered the toys and Evelyn in lube, before pushing the silky vibrator into her glossier cunt. Her head rolled back to rest onto his shoulder, nibbling at his ear and digging her nails into his bent knees, urging him on further.



They couldn’t drag their eyes away from the sight of Evelyn’s large breasts rising and falling with each heave for air. Their attention slipped down in between legs, where Jake was skilfully using one hand to massage her clit with the smaller vibrator, whilst the other pumped the larger one into her pussy. It was a magnificent sight and one neither of the boys would ever forget. Silently, they fist pumped. Smyth was even more excited for his chance. He already had something planned that was fool proof.



For the fourth time that night, Evelyn’s pleasure had almost hit its peak. She ground her hips into every thrust from the dildo, the vibration sending her pussy into a frenzy. She wished she knew who’s name she should be calling out, though from his tender touch and the lack of intercourse, she could assume it was Jake. He was slim, his ribs prominent but that didn’t stop him from having excellent sexual prowess when it came to the female anatomy. He removed the larger vibrator and returned that hand to her breast, cupping and massaging tenderly as his other hand worked busily with the smaller vibrator, tickling and teasing her clit in circles.



Evelyn panted and moaned, her body quaking as she reached the climax she’d yearned for. She convulsed in his arms, pure bliss rushing through her. She collapsed into Jake’s firm grip. Her clit continued to quake when he didn’t stop, his teeth finding a hold on the skin of her neck. She wasn’t complaining. She would let him do it to her all over again. She giggled with delight and drew in a lungful of air.



“Time’s up, Jake,” Doni said firmly, placing his bottle of beer on the floor in case he had to get up.



Jake looked up with sad eyes and reluctantly withdrew the vibrator. Carefully, he lay Evelyn back on the bed and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She reached out for him tiredly, but Jake was already busy cleaning the toys and returning to his seat with the boys, who had just lit up a bong.



As Scott made his way over to the bed confidently, Doni stood up. He hushed them into silence.



He then quickly leant over the bed and paused the music in Evelyn’s ears.



“My sweet?” he said, though her hearing was still muffled.



“Uhuh,” she replied.



“Are you okay?” he whispered, stroking her hot flushed cheeks, the sweat gathering on her forehead. She looked glorious, sprawled on the bed with her legs spread wearing only a school tie and thigh high socks. Doni grinned wildly, his heart thumping his chest with excitement. Wouldn’t be long now.



“Uhuh,” she answered between drags of air.



Doni kissed her moist forehead and returned to his seat. Scott took that as his cue.



He grazed the skin of her ankles with the tips of his fingers. She squealed making him grin. He drew soft circles watching her expression change from a pout to a giggle. He observed the way her chest rose and fell faster. Scott couldn’t help but gaze at her wet slit, open, soaked and ready to take him. He had to control himself before he lost all restraint. Quickly, he unzipped and tugged down his trousers and boxers, revealing his hard dick. Unfortunately, she was still blindfolded. Though, at least she would get a chance to feel it pummelling inside of her.



Suddenly, he wrapped his large hands around her ankles and tugged her all the way to the end of the bed. Her giggles and squeals made the other boys turn and watch as Scott dropped to his knees. He gathered the lower half of Evelyn’s body, now dangling off the end of the bed. With her legs draped over his shoulders and her wet snatch brushing against his cock, he slipped on the condom and gave her one last pull until the tip of his dick was teasing the entrance to her tight hole.



Evelyn knew fully well this was Scott. His strength. His dominance. His soft hands. His hairy chest and broad body. She grinned madly, overly eager to finally have the opportunity to fuck the brute.



She gripped the bed sheet at her sides and relaxed, allowing Scott to push his entire shaft inside. Every inch was pure agony and ecstasy, his width stretching and pushing her pussy to its limits. Evelyn licked her lips hungrily, glad Jake had doused her with lube beforehand, otherwise she would never able to handle the beast in Scott’s pants.



He moved his hips in circles, his shaft rubbing against her g-spot while the tip of his cock was buried deep inside her cunt. Soon, he was picking up the pace. He clutched her legs to his chest, staring down at the sight before him. Evelyn’s moans were gorgeous, her bouncing tits were magnificent but the view between her legs was delicious. He bit his lip, watching as his cock delved deeply into her beautiful slit. He spread her clit with his fingers, rubbing vigorously with his thumb. He’d noticed it was the only way Evelyn could orgasm and he didn’t want to disappoint. So, as he pounded with all of his strength, his thumb stimulated her little hard clit whilst Evelyn cried with delight. He grinned smugly, thrusting non-stop until he felt himself coming. That wasn’t the plan.



He glanced over at Doni, whose eyes were entirely focused upon Evelyn.



“Doni,” he called, trying to catch his attention.



“Hmm?” he replied vacantly.



“I’m gonna cum soon and she’s not that close. What do I do?” Scott said between breaths, his eyes switching from Doni in the desk chair to where Evelyn was sprawled before him, taking the entire length and girth of his cock inside of her. He bit onto his lip to restrain himself.



Doni reached into the bag and retrieve the same small vibrator Jake had used. He handed it to Scott and gestured to Evelyn’s bum cheeks.



“Don’t be shy,” he winked and returned to his seat.



Awkward at first, with so many peering eyes watching him, Scott slowed his pace — much to Evelyn’s dislike — and ran the vibrator over the outside of her hole. After soaking it in her juices, he reached beneath her and spread her bum cheeks, cautiously turning on the vibrator and pressing it to the outside of her anus. She gasped, giggled then moaned, turning Scott’s nervous frown into a grin.



With his left hand, he used the vibrator to circle her sensitive rim. With his right, he returned to her clit. All the while, her legs dangled over his broad shoulders as he continued to pound her senseless.



Evelyn wasn’t sure where to concentrate. All she knew was that as the orgasm rippled from her asshole to her pussy through to her clit then shot up throughout the rest of her body, she was no longer there physically. Instead, she was floating on an extreme high that was threatening to take hold completely. She heard her own screams of sheer joy over the dubstep music, shocking herself back to reality. She rejoiced in the feeling of Scott’s large cock convulsing inside of her sensitive tightening pussy as he came and collapsed onto the bed. She was weak and still very distant, but there was no way she was stopping now.



The change over between Scott and Dexter was quick, whilst Evelyn was still on her high. Doni didn’t object. She would cum quicker this way and more intensely.



Straight away, a new pair of hands was taking hold of her. They were less strong but gentler as he turned her weak body. Soon, she was lying on top of him with her lips brushing against his cock. She grinned, gladly licking the tip where she tasted the saltiness of pre-cum. The show must be really turning on all of the guys. If only she could see them all.



Evelyn didn’t have much time to think before a tongue was stroking the length of her pussy and clit. She felt him bury his face deep, tingling all of her senses. She had always been a fan of the 69.



Finally, she would get to taste some cock.



With her forefinger and thumb, she made a loop around the tip and pushed it down the full length of his rock hard shaft until she hit the base. She squeezed and followed her fingers down with her lips, sucking, tonguing and caressing this new dick. All the while, his tongue explored further into her pussy. No wonder it was called eating out.



Dexter sucked at her clit, digging his teeth in ever so slightly and feeling her body squirm with excitement. He closed his eyes, his attention drawn to where Evelyn was assaulting his cock with her mouth. Her grasp was firm; tugging and stroking every inch of his dick. The ball of her tongue bar brushed the tip, making him quake; that was something he’d never experienced before. Infact, he couldn’t recall ever receiving such a good blow job. He busied himself in her pussy, slurping and lapping up her juices, his nose probing her pussy hole while his tongue tickled her clit, which he’d spread with her legs. He also couldn’t recall ever finding a cunt as delicious as Evelyn’s.



Doni grinned with delight as Dexter’s face was flooded with her cum. He relished watching his friend drink up every last bit of it, while Evelyn finished what she started. Soon, Dexter was exploding and moaning her name loudly.



Doni bit at the rim of his beer bottle, hardly able to contain himself. He grinned wildly, one hand resting on his thigh right beside his hard on. He was all about self-restraint. He was putting it to the test tonight. Especially as he caught another glimpse of Evelyn’s wet gorge when Dexter rolled her onto her back. He couldn’t wait to bury his erection deep inside of her taut moist cunt.



Theo grinned knowing it was his turn. Ever since the camp out in the summer where he’d come very close to fucking Evelyn, he had wanted the chance to do so. As Doni’s ex-boyfriend, he needed to know what all the fuss was about. Almost every guy at CTC fancied her and for a little while, Theo couldn’t understand why. However, since his experiences with Eliza had changed his sexual preference, he was ready to step into the deep end and explore the unknown that was Evelyn.



When he got to the bed however, Doni was taking off her headphones. He gave him a questioning look but Doni just winked in reply.



Evelyn looked relieved, gulping down more water from the glass Doni held to her lips. But when he took it away, he chucked Theo a pair of handcuffs. He smirked, grasping them in his hands.



Doni returned to his seat and gestured to where Evelyn was sat cross legged on the bed, wrists pressed together as if expecting the bonds that were to come.



Theo bit his lip keenly at the sight of her. The thigh highs socks were enough to make his heart race, but the single tie hanging down between her perfect breasts, her nipples hard and pink from where previous partners had tugged and played, was what pushed Theo forward onto the bed.



He knelt before her, the handcuffs jingling. He stroked her hot cheek gently; smug he had Evelyn at his mercy.



“Hold out your hands,” he demanded.



Evelyn did as he asked, holding up her wrists to him. He locked each into the handcuffs and allowed them to drop to her lap. He cupped her chin and stared at the blindfold that obscured her eyes.



“Lay back,” he commanded.



She lay back and spread her legs instantly. Theo grinned, reaching down to part her pussy lip. Upon inspection, Theo squeezed on more lube wanting her to enjoy every second of what he was about to do to her.



He took one of the pillows from the head of the bed. Theo then lifted Evelyn’s pelvis and slipped the pillow beneath, raising her hips. Her breathing quickened, her arms stretching above her head as she lay in his control.



Theo glanced to Doni who was already staring back at him.



“Did you ever think we would be here?” he questioned, slipping the condom down onto his cock, his eyes staying on Doni.



He shook his head, a grin still plastered on his lips.



“With your girlfriend, sprawled before me?” Theo grasped hold of Evelyn’s hips, clutching and tugging at her skin making her moan. He brought her legs up and spread them, her toes pointing up at the ceiling.



“Whilst you sit and watch as I fuck her?” he licked his lip and winked at Doni whose hand had crept across to rest on the bulge bursting out of his trousers.



“Because I’m gonna take great pleasure destroying her little pussy,” he winked again and shoved his cock deep into Doni’s girlfriend’s snug wet hole.



Doni slouched further in his seat, consumed by the entire scene. Evelyn’s tits bounced violently on her chest, while her legs quivered and threatened to collapse as Theo thrust vigorously into her. Each pound harder than the last. Each pummel deeper and swifter. Evelyn’s screams were not only loud, but carnal. From her lips she projected the intense pleasure Theo was giving her. Although rough and not at all affectionate, Evelyn could feel the next climax just around the corner.

I’m going to jump forward a couple of years now to a time that was approaching Fiona’s fortieth birthday, over the last eighteen months to two years we’d settled in to a fairly settled routine. Fiona was completely under my control sexually but I’d not imposed any more situations on her as she was getting plenty of cock.



She was still employed as the deal facilitator and she was doing an exceptional job as her bank balance was fit to burst as well as my own that was easily big enough for me not to work at all anymore. We carried on meeting Nigel Mann, the headmaster and two other teachers once a month as well as Paul Grewcock, Adam Beaumont and John Vann the three parents who regularly enjoyed her on a monthly basis.



I’d had to turn down many offers from many men who wanted to fuck her but I resisted as in her first year as my whore she’d gone from no sex at all to having over forty different cocks in all of her holes, she was looking tired so I limited her cock intake for my and her benefit.



It was a month before her birthday that I received a call from my girlfriend, Fiona’s eldest daughter who informed me that she’d been given a permanent position abroad and had met someone else so wouldn’t be home. Now this didn’t bother me at all, I’d seen her twice in three years and Fiona was fulfilling me more than enough, so I told her fine, enjoying her career and good bye.



What I didn’t realise or should I say what I hadn’t really thought about until I heard Alan ranting at Fiona one Friday night a couple of days after her eldest had told her the same news as me, was that us not being boyfriend/girlfriend anymore was about to pose me living arrangement problems. I heard Alan tell Fiona in his pissed up slurred way that I should fuck off out the house and Fiona was to tell me to go. I knew he wouldn’t as he was a big bully when pissed but a pussy when sober and definitely wouldn’t want the job of doing it.



It was a couple of days later after Alan had gone out on the piss and Alice who was now seventeen had disappeared with her first boyfriend Rick, that I screwed Fiona for the afternoon and once I’d come in her she bought up what Alan had said.



“Owner, Alan says you have to leave now your split up,” she said from beside me.



I’d been thinking long and hard about what I was going to do since I’d heard Alan, I wasn’t about to leave voluntarily and give up my whore, secondly I could make Fiona leave her daughter Alice behind even though she followed every instruction sexually asking her to abandon her daughter wasn’t an option. I’d already decided that I’d be staying around and it’d be Alan leaving, I somehow had to make that happen and I intended to make her fortieth birthday the day.



“At least let me stay until after your birthday whore maybe we can work something out?” I said.



Fiona had told Alan that I was to leave after her birthday but he never spoke to me about it, I planned big bash for her birthday with Alice down at the local club and all her family and friends attended, even Adam Beaumont got invited by Alice and just because I could I had Fiona give him a handjob in a small room upstairs at the club whilst the party was in full swing.



Once the party had finished around one in the morning and the guests had gone it left me, Fiona and Alan. As we left Alan told us somehow through very slurred speech that he was going in the late bar round the corner as he obviously hadn’t had quite enough even though he could barely walk already. I headed home with a very unsteady Fiona on my arm and spent the fifteen minute walk openly feeling her tits and cunt all the way home.



Fiona the worst for wear staggered towards the door that led upstairs but I pulled her back by the arm, “I don’t think so whore it’s time for a birthday fuck.”



“Hic, hic, we can’t Ali, he could come back,” she slurred and wobbled a little on her high heels.



“Good I want him to come back Fiona because after tonight he’ll know you’re my whore,” I said pulling her right up to me so that I could reach behind her and pull her close with both my hands on her arse.



“Noo, Ali, we can’t, please,” she whimpered but didn’t struggle against my grip or resist when my hands slid her skirt up in to a bunch round her waist.



“There is no way I’m leaving this house whore, I always told you that one day he would know his wife was a whore, my whore, and tonight is that night you slut,” I said moving her away from slightly enough to begin unbuttoning her tight blouse that hugged her bra covered boobs.



Again she didn’t resist although she did offer up a weak protest along the lines that we couldn’t do it, the alcohol had slowed her thought process and she seemed to be struggling to properly understand what she would be doing tonight, because even though she was well trained I knew that sober she would of resisted what I was saying a lot more.



Getting her drunk was definitely the best idea as it made this bit a tad easier than I thought and later on I would handle Alan.



I unbuttoned her blouse completely and threw it on the floor in the direction of the kitchen and Alan’s route in to the house, maybe his wife’s clothes scattered on the floor would alert him to some sinister situation, but I knew he’d be to fucked to even realise. I left her bra on and then proceeded to remove her skirt properly so that she was stood before me in her high heels and stockings, black lace French knickers and matching bra that I’d bought her for her birthday and this special occasion.



“Come and get my cock out whore and give me a birthday blowjob,” I said sitting back on the arm of the sofa.



Again she offered little to no protest other than a weak, whispered no that had no meaning or threat to it. How I’d positioned myself meant that she had to walk round me and turn her back to the way Alan would enter the house, and she awkwardly began to fumble with my jean buttons as the drink had blatantly impaired her vision and hand, eye co-ordination. Eventually though she worked my jeans loose and lowered them along with my boxers until they were both round my ankles.



“Take my shoes off and remove my jeans and boxers properly you whore,” I told her and she did without question. I got the feeling Fiona had either forgotten Alan was coming back or she had accepted what was going to happen far easier than I ever imagined.



Once my jeans and boxers were off I threw them up towards the door where her blouse and skirt already lay in Alan’s path to pre warn the dumb piss head of his wife’s adultery. Without asking she lifted my flaccid cock and lowered her wet familiar mouth to it and engulfed it in the warmth and comfort of her soft lipstick coated lips; my cock instantly began to swell in her mouth and her head began to bob up and down my growing thick shaft like it had done hundreds of times before over the last three years.



I enjoyed her mouth on my cock just as much as I had the first time back in my room the day her curiosity had got the better of her, and her need, desire, craving for cock after years of neglect led her to my bedside and eventually her married mouth round my dick. She was eagerly slurping on my shaft treating me like it was actually my birthday and not her own and she didn’t even flinch when the gate latch went and then slam shut as Alan headed down the path towards the door.



“Pull your knickers aside and rub your cunt,” I instructed her and like a good whore her left hand left my hip and went between her legs and after a moment she’d opened her legs wider and her fingers were pumping in her hole and rubbing her clit furiously.



The door went and her head sprung up and a horrified look was etched across her face, but even in her predicament she didn’t move; either driven by her love of being my whore or so inhibited from alcohol I mouthed to her, “Suck my cock whore,” and she dutifully obliged sealing her fate as well as Alan’s.



The kitchen door slammed behind him and I heard him bump off the door frame as he tried to stagger his way through the house to bed, the clothes on the floor registered briefly but he kicked them aside and headed towards me his head still down for the moment and my own stomach knotted at the thought of how this was to pan out.



He looked up and his glazed eyes met mine and he wobbled and reached for the frame of the adjoining archway as he tried to focus. Fiona, his wife, my now ex-girlfriends mum slurped nosily on my dick with her hand working overtime between her legs on her cunt, my cunt not Alan’s.



His face changed and screwed up and he tried to say something which came out as a grunt and slur as he staggered forward towards me swinging his arm in a haymaker motion with a very limp and weak looking fist. As he neared me I didn’t even need to move or allow Fiona off my cock and in the same motion I held her head with my left hand and slammed my open palm in to Alan’s face sending him sprawling backwards over the arm of the chair in the corner.



“Sit the fuck down old man,” I said.



He eventually got up and again swung a feeble punch in my direction and his own balance got the better of him before I pushed him in the face again sending him back in his seat. This time he slumped and looked tired, drunk, and worthless and defeated; he knew as well as I he couldn’t stop what was happening as he tried to focus on his wife sucking my cock.



“You bought this all on yourself Alan remember that, if only you’d paid your wife some attention she wouldn’t of craved my cock,” I said leaning back with my arms on the arm of the sofa either side of me no longer aiding Fiona, she just willingly continued sucking me and rubbing her cunt. “How long has it been whore since Alan showed you any attention?” I asked.



She stopped sucking me and raised her head and looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said, “Nine years owner.” Before lowering her lips back to my shaft.



“Nine years Alan you should be ashamed of yourself, she’s spent the last three years getting dick from me Alan,” I said to him laughing at him as I began to enjoy humiliating him.



“Cunt,” he spat in anger but didn’t even try to get up and attack me again he knew that it was pointless in his current state and I even hoped he’d try it in the morning when he was sober because I was ready to fuck him up.



I looked back to Fiona and watched her head bobbing up and down my thick shaft and at that point I felt so in control and horribly excited that I was making her suck my cock in front of her pathetic husband on the opposite chair. I couldn’t resist or stop myself from talking nasty to her, saying the most humiliating things I could to her and aiming them at Alan.



“Show your pathetic husband what he’s been missing you whore, make sure you suck me real good Fiona,” I was saying, “You see Alan this is what you should of made her do, if you had she wouldn’t of needed to suck mine would she?” I asked him horribly laughing at his predicament.



“Pfuckings cunt, fucks you,” he slurred and spat still rooted to the chair.



After another five minutes of her wonderful mouth on my dick I lifted her up and pulled her towards me for a wet kiss involving both our tongues. Fiona had gone, her eyes were glazed over with lust I knew she didn’t care for Alan’s presence anymore, she was mine all mine after tonight. I pinched her nipples which were already swollen and erect and then turned her around facing away from me and towards Alan, she then did something that cemented my assumption she was mine and caught me totally by surprise.



She looked at Alan and said, “You worthless piece of pissed up shit, you’re going to watch me fuck a real cock you pathetic man.”



I couldn’t believe my ears and my cock almost grew another inch at her admission to her own husband so I continued my humiliation of him, “bend over and peel you knickers down you slut,” I told her and again her response was like music to my ears.



As she bent forward and reached round with both hands to the knicker elastic she said, “Yes owner.” And I saw Alan flinch at this comment and another slurred attack left his mouth.



She eased her French knickers down and I licked my lips at the sight of her tight hairless anus coming in to view as her knickers descended to her ankles letting me view her soaking wet pussy lips. I bent down behind her and winked at Alan over his wife’s back before pulling her buttocks open as far as I could, opening her pussy lips before burying my face in her hole letting my tongue locate her clit with ease.



“Oooooooh yesssss Ali that’s what I want,” she squealed in delight.



I ate Fiona’s cunt like the first time three years ago, feasting on it, enjoying every inch of her puffy swollen and gorgeous hard clitty that was bulging from between its hiding place like a sexual beacon alerting me to her need for sexual pleasure.



“Fuck don’t stop, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, pleassse make me come in front of my husband,” she begged, Fiona herself getting in to humiliating Alan, “Shit, oh shiy her I commmmmme, yesssssssss arrggghhh,” she squealed pushing her body back in to my face pinning me to the arm of the sofa as she lost herself in orgasm and covered my face in a torrent of her fantastic juice.



I pushed her away and told her to bend back over and keep her cunt spread, which she did by reaching round with both hands on her lovely arse, I looked down at Alan who seemed to be sobering a little but was still very bleary eyed.



“That’s how your wife wanted her cunt eating years ago you idiot, now its left for me to do, I don’t mind though Alan your wife’s cunt is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” I said laughing at him before turning my attention back to his wife, and my whore, “If you want some cock you whore you better back yourself up on it, show Alan how much you want my cock, I’m not going to fuck you you’re going to fuck me,” I told her spreading my legs and sitting on the low leather sofa arm.



Fiona shuffled back on her heels, her knickes still tangled round her ankles and her buttocks still spread by her hands, she got close and began moving her bottom round rubbing it on my shaft as she searched for my helmet with her pussy. Eventually she found it like she always did and as she lowered herself enough for my helmet to split her pussy lips she then stopped and again looked at Alan and smiled.



“This is how much I like his cock,” she said and then dropped herself down on my dick filling herself completely with my wide girth and she let out one of her long familiar low groans I’d heard a thousand times but could never get bored of.



Like a good whore she then rode me, she rocked back and forth over and over sliding her juiced up wanton pussy up and down my shaft over and over each time she slammed her whole body down in to my groin ensuring the full length of my six and a half in thick cock stretched her out. She came on me after about seven minutes of her nonstop fucking and as she did she sat herself down on my dick and threw her head back squealing like a pig and declared her love for my thick cock over and over as she came on it.



She’d proved to me how much she wanted my dick and she’d proved that Alan meant nothing to her now so I walked her over to the sofa and pushed her back and told her to spread her legs, which she did of course and I wasted no time in dropping between them dick first that I drove in her hole with so much ease as her wetness was unbelievable. I began fucking her hard and deep, giving her my whole fat cock and I looked over my shoulder at Alan who was just sat watching. We paid him no more attention and for the next twenty minutes I fucked her in a whole manner of positions right before his eyes.



He watched her come for the third and fourth times as she allowed her married pussy to be fucked over and over before her husband’s eyes, and she added the ultimate humiliation for Alan when I told her I was going to come.



“Fill my married pussy with your spunk Ali, give me your hot spunk again,” she whimpered.



I slowed my strokes and I felt my come boil and then my cock erupt inside her, I shot the biggest ever load inside her and even as I pulled out my cock another spray of my cream flew and landed on her body. Spent we took a minute or two to recover and then I stood up and walked towards Alan in his chair letting him get a good look at mu still hard cock coated in my and his wife’s come.



“I’m going up to bed with your wife now Alan, I’ll now be sharing her bed. By all means take mine or use the couch if you like,” I said looking over at Fiona who was sitting towards the edge of it, my come pooling on the middle cushion as it leaked from her abused hole and off on to the floor, “Maybe you want the bed Alan it looks like we made a mess, sorry!” I laughed.



I told Fiona to follow me upstairs which she did like a good whore and we left Alan downstairs, as we lay in her bed together for the first time drifting off to sleep we heard Alan stumble up the stairs and in to the room that I used to use. I had made up my mind now that I was going to show Alan what a whore his wife had become over this weekend and it was up to him if he hung around to watch; we had enough money between us now to bung him a shit load and set him up in a flat somewhere so that he could drink to his heart content.



His other option was to live here under this roof and watch his wife serve me and others.

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