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Sian was at work on the Saturday when a tearful Tara arrived at work. She had told her boyfriend of 2 years what she was now doing for a living while she was away at University. She had been away from her Yorkshire home for over a year now and had been pretty homesick at first. She had settled in now though.



“What’s happened?” Said a shocked Sian when Tara burst out crying.



“I told Simon what I’d been doing working here.” She said through her tears.



“And he didn’t take it well I’m guessing.” Sian replied, stating a bit of an obvious fact.



“No.” She went on. “He called me some horrible things, then threw the phone down, saying he never wanted to see him again.”



“That’s horrible.” Sian said, hugging her in an effort to comfort her. “Don’t take any notice of what he said, don’t start hating yourself for what you do again.”



“But I am just a whore.” She cried. “He’s right, I’m worth nothing.”



“Don’t ever believe that.” Sian told her. “You’re a strong, independent woman. You’re in charge of your life, and don’t ever forget that.”



Tara calmed down soon enough. She was still upset, but Sian’s kind words and plenty of coffee from Rose the made helped her feel better. She had really loved him, that’s why he didn’t want to deceive him anymore. She had kind of hoped that Simon would understand and cope with it like Ross had with Sian. He didn’t though, and Tara could see why. Who would way a girlfriend that slept with men for money?



Sian and Rose urged her to take the day off and curl up at home in front of the tv, the best remedy for a split according to Sian. She told her that Alison would easily cover her shift. Tara refused though, saying that she would only sit around moping more. She was determined to work this shift and keep busy. The more men the better was her way of thinking.



Tara’s first couple of customers were just standard personal services, just the quick suck and a fuck service. She really gave them a good seeing to though, thinking that Simon was going to call her a slut, she would act like the biggest slut she could.



She then got the sort of client she needed, a double with Sian. The man paid the full £300 for the full service, lesbian show, the full works. This would be the first time she had been with Sian, she had worked with the other girls, but not her.



The man was in his mid 30′s, nice looking, with a reasonable body.



“Let’s be really dirty for him.” Tara said to Sian. “I’m going to give this bloke the fuck of his life.”



“Come on then, let’s do it then.” Sian agreed. “You sure you’re ok for this?”



“Yeah, it’s the only way I’m going to forget about what’s happened.” Tara replied.



The 2 girls decided to undress on the landing, giggling like schoolgirls as they did. They walked in absolutely naked, giving the man quite a shock as they did. His flaccid cock was soon getting hard as he caught an eyeful of the girls lush bodies, his eyes unashamedly looking and their tits and pussies.



“Would you like to watch us for a while?” Tara asked him. “You can joint in any time you want.”



The man nodded, he seemed happy for her to take control.



Tara and Sian started off with a sloppy, wet kiss, exploring mouths with their tongues, running fingers over naked flesh. Tara lovingly licked and caressed Sian’s breasts, she could feel herself starting to get really wet now.



Sian was also soaking by the time they fell into a 69 and tasted each other. Tara went on top, holding Sian’s lips apart so she could work on her better. When she did finally look up at the man, he was staring intently, slowly wanking his rock hard 7″ cock. She smiled at him and motioned for him to join them.



Sian groaned louder again when she felt the man’s tongue start working on her hole. Tara still concentrated on her clit while her tongue fucked her.



“Lick her arsehole while I make her come.” Tara instructed him. Sian had never heard or seen her like this before, maybe this was just the way she decided to deal with her heartbreak, the client just thought it was his lucky day!



He did as he was told, expertly rimming Sian, ocassionally probing a little deeper inside her anus. When Sian came, she nearly leapt off the bed. She clamped her lips over Tara’s clit, rolling it gently between her teeth. This in turn triggered off Tara’s orgasm, making her grind her pussy onto Sian’s face



When Tara opened her eyes, the man was now standing and wanking much harder, his cock level with her face. She put her lips around his tip and stopped him from wanking, making it clear that she was going to see that he came.



Tara immediately deep throated him down to the stump, making him shudder with pleasure. She wasted no time, sucking him as hard as she could, taking his entire length in her mouth each time.



Within a few strokes, Tara felt the familiar warm, salty taste of spunk hitting the back of her throat. She took the first 3 jets in her mouth, swallowing them, before moving her head away and letting the remaining semen go over her face & Sian’s pussy.



“Sorry to keep you down there so long darling!” Tara said to Sian, finally letting her up for air.



“Don’t worry about me, that was lovely.” She confirmed.



The man also looked pleased with himself, he had 2 girls that were going well beyond what most working girls would do.



The 3 of them spent the remainder of the hour sucking, licking and fucking. Both girls took the man anally and vaginallly before Sian made him come in her mouth, sharing his seed with Tara before they swallowed it.



“Jesus!” Sian exclaimed after they had seen the man out. “You were like a woman possessed then!”



“Well, he thinks I’m a whore so I’m going to act like a whore.” Tara replied. “I hope I wasn’t too over the top!”



“Course you weren’t babe.” Sian said, giving her a hug and little kiss on the cheek. “I really enjoyed that. And don’t worry about what he said, you enjoy yourself however you want. It’s your body.”



Tara felt better. She kept on having down moments thinking about what Simon had said to her, but she knew the worst was over. The job may have cost her a boyfriend, but it was all she had at the moment. She made up her mind that she would steer clear of relationships for a while, she also made herself promise to be up front with the next man she got close to.



For the whole shift that day, Tara acted like a complete slut. She swallowed come from at least 4 different clients, and again let a man have her without protection. She didn’t seem to be able to control herself.



Over the next few days she carried on like this, giving the ultimate service to her clients, and also picking up random men in bars for sex. Tara knew that this was risky be she went ahead and did it anyway. Within a week of the split, she picked up 3 different men in bars around town, 2 that she took home for the night, and 1 gave a blowjob in the toilets.



The following weekend Sian was again working with her. Tara confessed to what she had been up to in the week, which shocked Sian a bit.



“You really need to be careful.” Sian told her. “Look, I don’t want to sound like your mother or anything, but you need to look after yourself.”



“I know.” Tara agreed. “I just couldn’t stop myself. I told myself no but just couldn’t help it.”



Sian could see her beginning to fill up as if she was going to cry again. She didn’t though, biting her lip and stopping herself.



“I went and had an STI test today.” Tara told her. “I have to confess, I’ve done a couple of the customers without condoms too. I’m really sorry.”



“Bloody hell Tara.” Sian said. “You’ve really put yourself at risk here.”



“I know.” She replied. “I just lost it a little bit. Have you never done that then? You must have slipped up at some stage.”



“Well yes.” Sian admitted honestly. “I’ve done it a couple of times and felt awful afterwards. Don’t say anything to Ross though will you?”



“Course I won’t.” Tara said.



“Just promise me you’ll look after yourself.” Sian urged her. “Get this check back and draw a line under it.”



Tara took it on board, she made a promise to herself to stop taking risks and start using protection again. She stuck to it as well, going back to protection with customers and cutting out the one night stands.



It was the Friday of the next week that Tara got results back, they were negative. She felt a huge relief. She also knew that she needed a follow up test in 6 months, but the negative was a big boost for her.



The following weekend Rose got a call from a man wanting to make a booking. He had a special request, he wanted to film a video, set in the parlour.



“What do you think?” Rose asked Sian after she had explained his proposition.



“I’ll have to run it past Ross first.” Sian answered her. “I’ll do it though, why not.”



Sian explained it to Ross later that night. Basically, the man wanted to film a Bukkake scene. He said that he had between 20 and 30 men lined up, and wanted them all to fuck the girls, then come over their faces. It was pretty extreme but most girls wouldn’t consider this.



The director offered them £2000 to film the scene, and said it probably wouldn’t take more than a day to film. This seemed like the easiest £500 they would ever earn.



“What do you think?” Sian asked Beth on the phone that night.



“Sounds like easy money to me.” Beth replied. “I’ve done porn once before, it wasn’t that much fun but it pays well.”



“That’s the main thing.” Sian said. “Tara is on for it, I just need to check with Alison tomorrow now.”



Sian and Alison were working at the house on the Monday, this gave Sian plenty of time to run the idea by her.



“Bloody hell!” Alison said. “I think that’ll be a bit much for me.”



“Oh come on!” Sian begged her. “It’ll be fun! Ross and one of his mates are coming over to keep them in line, and they’ll all be tested beforehand.”



“I don’t know.” She said. “Let me sleep on it.”



Alison called and accepted the offer a couple of days. Sian had predicted that she would. Alison always seemed to be the most reserved of the 4 girls that worked there, but she too could be wild when she let her hair down.



Sian called the director and let him know the job was on. They sorted out the date on the following Sunday. The man explained that the session would be very simple. He would just film the oral and fucking, then the men would line up for the cumshot at the end.



On the Sunday, the girls arrived at 12pm, followed by the director and 2 other men with cameras. They allowed them to set up in the main bedroom, getting the light right, and the angles all sorted.



The director introduced himself as Joe, he was about 40 and in good shape. The other 2 lads were in their early 20′s, skinny looking men that didn’t have a real job. They probably didn’t get paid much but did get to have some fun on the set.



The girls were now ready in their underwear as the men started to arrive. They were young, old, fat, thin, black, white, everything. Some were good looking, others clearly not so. It was a real mixed bag of men. The girls even recognised a few of the faces.



“Right people.” Joe started. “I want the girls in the centre of the room obviously. Only rule is that no-one comes until the end. If you think you’re going to blow your load, stop. I need you all to be ready for the big finale.”



They all agreed. The girls then took centre stage, peeling off their underwear, waiting for the men to join them. The first few stepped forward, bringing a selection of different sized cocks for them to work on. The smallest was a tiny 4″, the largest about 7. The girls began to suck them, switching back and forth between them.



More and more men were now arriving at the flat. Rose was seeing them in, inviting them through to the living room area. Ross was now overseeing the organisation. He was filling the men in on what was needed while Joe and his assistants filmed the action. A few of the brothel regulars had also called by and been invited in to join.



When Ross went back in to see what was happening, all of the girls were now being taken in a variety of different positions. Each of them also had a cock in their mouthes, lazily giving blowjobs, trying not to make the men one yet. As men pulled out, another was always ready to take their place, the girls never had time to think about what was happening.



This carried on for the best part of an hour before Joe called to cut the action. He had always said that he wouldn’t stop the action too often, so it was more natural. The girls were just about ready for a break by now. When Alison made her excuses and went to the loo, one of the cameramen followed her to film it. Despite her weak attempts to tell him where to go, he persisted, Alison eventually letting him film her pee.



“Would any of you girls consider doing a golden shower scene?” Joe asked them.



There was no reply at first, then Tara came forward and offered her services.



“I’ll do it.” She said. “I don’t want any on my face though, just aim it at my tits.”



Six of them went through to the bathroom to shoot, Joe, Tara and four of the men. They all took turns to pee



over her tits, sending their warm, golden streams over her pert chest. Tara smiled and played with her tits as they peed on them, washing herself thoroughly with the stuff. Joe was delighted with the stuff he was getting here, all of this was a complete bonus.



Back in the bedroom, Sian was chatting to Ross, while Alison and Beth were deep in conversation with a few of the lads.



“Will any of you girls do Anal or DP?” Joe asked them.



All of them shook their heads to agree it was ok, the thought of the £500 spurring them on.



“Don’t worry.” Joe continued. “This won’t take long. The way we edit it makes it look like we got more footage than we have.”



Joe got the girls lined up on the bed on all fours. They spent the next 10 minutes being fucked anally by a large selection of men. Each man took no more than about 30 seconds before letting another in. It was a filthy sight, the girls were beyond caring who was about to enter next by this point.



They were once again given a bit of a break while Joe and his crew got ready for the DP scene. Joe kept this much more organised. He kept the number down to 3 men for each girl, making it much easier to supervise. He had the men rotating positions for the next 5 minutes until he signalled that he had enough.



The girls all now looked pretty worn out, they had been going for a good 2 hours now and they were all getting a bit sore by now.



“Right then.” Joe announced. “It’s Bukkake time.”



He was ready to film his grand finale now. For this part, the men would simply file in, come over one of the girls and then leave. As crude as it was, that was it, the reality of porn. Joe also now stripped down, announcing that he too would be joining in for this part. He also signalled to Ross and his friend that they were welcome to join in.



The girls all knelt on the floor as the first gang of men came to join them. There were about 10 of them in the room at any one time, all working on their erections, getting ready for the action call.



The first of the men came over Beth’s face within seconds of Joe calling action. He was one of the older men, his come dripping out onto her chin. A second man then came over Beth a couple of seconds late, spurting a large load over her. Other men were soon firing loads of spunk over the other girls. Joe and his crew were filming happily filming as an ever growing line of men filed through the room, dumping their loads all over the girls.



After about 15 minutes around half of the men had fired their loads over the girls and were leaving. Joe was urging the rest on, as were the girls, talking dirty to the men, telling them to come over them. Each of them looked a complete mess now, there entire bodies splashed with the sticky liquid.



Ross had now made his way in and picked his wife to join. Sian sucked him, looking him in the eye, covered in strangers come. It was a surreal situation that Ross would never have believe he would be in just a year ago. He soon grunted and let go a torrent of semen over his wife’s face. She now had the stuff all over her face, in her hair, and all over her body.



After another 10 minutes it was done. Pretty much all of the men had deposited their loads over the now messy girls. All of them were thoroughly smeared in come, looking and feeling like a complete mess. Joe was delighted with the footage he had got. He promised to be in touch as soon as the film was edited, leaving with a huge grin on his face.



The girls cleaned up and sat to enjoy a well earned beer in the living room. They had actually quite enjoyed their day, and were delighted when Ross handed them each a large roll of notes.



Tired but happy, the new porn stars left work. They would have to go some to top this.

For first time readers of this story, BE WARNED, it’s nasty. If you can’t handle a sick twisted woman in heat, then find something more vanilla.



*



As they walked out the back door of the restaurant, Cathy asked Harry, “Where are we off to now?”



He guided Cathy to her car, by placing his hand on her ass and answered her, “Oh I think I’ll let it be a surprise, cunt.”



She knew that she looked like hell, so she said, “I look terrible, Harry. If you don’t want me to embarrass you, then we better stop somewhere so I can clean up a bit.”



As he shoved her into the car, he told her, “No need for that, bitch. You’re going to fit right in. Now shut up and trust me, we don’t have far to go.”



When he put the car in gear, he asked Cathy, “How many times have you cum today?”



She hadn’t had time to give it any thought, but it was several times, that was for sure. “I think maybe six or seven, certainly more than I’ve ever had before. Now that I think about it, it’s amazing. I never would have believed that any woman could have that many orgasms, and certainly not me.”



Harry smiled and, in a matter of fact tone, said, “Only a true slut could do that. Before the night is over, you’ll more than double that number.”



At first she thought he was joking, yet he had spoken it so believably that she began to fear what it would take for her to go that far. Then she worried about what kind of condition she would be in, after experiencing so many climaxes.



Cathy had been so deep in thought she didn’t realize that Harry had pulled into the back of another business. He told her to get out, and she asked, “What’s this place?”



He chuckled and told her, “Just show a little patience and you’ll see for yourself.”



They entered through a back door, which evidently was Harry’s mode of egress to several establishments in this area. As she walked down a long, dimly lit hall, she became even more fearful. At the end, he pushed through a curtain and she found herself standing in an adult toy store. Actually, that was too kind of a term for the sleazy, smelly store.



There was a smuttiness about it that turned her stomach. As she looked around, she saw all sorts of sex toys, from handcuffs to full-sized inflated dolls, with open mouths and pussys, just waiting for those who couldn’t afford a cheap hooker to use for their sexual release. Some of the shelves hadn’t been dusted since Clinton was president, and the floor was filthy. This was definitely Harry’s kind of place.



Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the store saying, “There’s somebody you gotta meet.”



As they approached the front counter, she was aware of a few men in the store, looking over adult books, all of which had a kinky picture on the cover. Two guys were checking out the nipple clamps and whips, but they all stopped and stared at Cathy, as she was reluctantly dragged up front and presented to the clerk.



Harry started out, “Hey Jimmie, I want you to meet Cathy. She’s one of my cunts,” he said no more.



The middle aged man was short and skinny, somewhat like Harry’s two buddies, Tom and Nick. He was completely bald, his face looked like it had been stabbed a few hundred times, with an ice pick, he was missing a few teeth and part of one ear was gone. This was not the man one brought home to meet mother.



Jimmie looked her over, before saying, “Damn Harry, she looks like she’s been fucking all night. This ain’t some hooker you picked up is it?”



Harry seemed insulted by the man’s comment. “Hell no, she ain’t no prostitute. She’s just a whore who needs a lot of action. I saw your safe sign, so I thought I’d bring her by and see what kind of thrills we could dig up for the cunt.”



Jimmie looked back at Cathy and asked, “What’s that huge stain on her blouse?”



She was being talked about, as though she wasn’t there, as though she was just a thing, not a human being. She was mortified at his question, as the truth of it was even more humiliating.



Harry gazed at the front of her blouse and said, “I ain’t sure what that is, but she did spend some time alone with Wanda.” To Cathy he commanded, “OK cunt, tell us what the hell happened to your shirt.”



She was desperate to avoid revealing the vulgar fact of her performance on her knees between the oafish woman’s fat thighs. Yet she knew that Harry wasn’t about to pass up a chance for her to debase herself. She took a breath and gave the short brief version. “I was performing oral sex on her and she squirted this on me.”



Harry cast her a disgusted look. “Come on cunt, you can do better than that. Give us some details, cunt.”



Cathy looked down at the floor, and then began the explanation of everything, just as it happened. “Wanda stripped naked and sat on the toilet. After she pissed and shit, she had me crawl to her and lick beneath her hairy armpits. They were all stinky and covered with sweat. She had me clean under her saggy old tits, which had their own special flavor.” Cathy was becoming aroused, as she related the vile scene she participated in, with depraved woman.



“Then she shoved my face into her filthy crotch and told me to lick her asshole. I did and I loved it.” She was really getting worked up now. “I could taste the fresh crap on her ass, but I cleaned it up really good. She moved my head to her crotch and said for me to eat some pussy. Wanda’s cunt was as nasty as the rest of her. I licked and sucked, stuck my tongue way up into her pussy, and when she was close to cumming, I sucked on her fat clit. That’s when she unloaded a huge blast of cunt juice all over my blouse, and it was strong and musky flavored. Then I couldn’t help myself, I came too.”



By then, Jimmie had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. It seems that her more detailed story had brought forth his need for satisfaction. Harry looked at her, as though asking a question, but he didn’t say a word; he just looked back at Jimmie. She understood Harry’s intent for her.



Cathy walked around the counter and went to her knees, and then asked Jimmie, “Rather than whacking off, wouldn’t you prefer to ram that cock down my throat and fuck my face?”



He grunted and placed a hand behind her head, guiding her lips to his throbbing prick. She accepted his shaft, as it slid over her tongue and she closed her warm mouth around its girth. Jimmie moaned and began pushing in and out, as she sucked and massaged his cock with her lips. “Suck it hard, you fucking slut. This ain’t gonna take long.”



The ruthless abuse of her face was intoxicating to her and Cathy felt her pussy rapidly moisten. But before she could really get into it, Jimmie blew his fuse early, filling her mouth with a small load of cum, which she easily swallowed. He groaned and laughed at the same time, as pulled her mouth down to his balls one last thrust.



Harry yawned, as though bored and said, “Be sure to let everyone know where she’ll be.” Now what the hell did that mean, she wondered.



As Jimmie tucked his limp prick back into his trousers, he said, “OK Harry, take her to the rear and be sure to get her into booth thirteen.” She had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t object, as Harry pulled her along toward the back of the store.



They passed through a dirty old curtain and she found herself going down a row of doors, each one numbered. As Cathy walked with Harry, she heard the sounds of porn movies and realized that this was one of those seedy places where men went to view short scenes of dirty films. Although she had never told anyone, she had been curious for a long time about these places. Well, she thought, here’s my chance.



At door number thirteen, they stopped and Harry took a key out of his pocket. That made her notice the other doors didn’t have locks on them, only this one. As he turned the key, he looked at her and said, “You’re going to love this. It’s just the right kind of new fun for you to expand your horizons.” His vulgar laugh sent a shudder down her spine, yet it also sent a tingle to her loins.



Once inside, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim red light in the low ceiling. As her vision improved, she saw a large screen TV, behind a Plexiglas shield. It had stains on the bottom portion and Cathy knew that men had masturbated here and left their seed flowing down the screen cover. It was the most sleazy, nasty little room she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to get off on whatever happened to her in this wretched environment.



There was a built in bench to sit on across from the TV. He sat down and told her, “Get your clothes off, cunt. It’s show time.”



Quickly removing her filthy blouse and skirt and handing them to Harry, she stood before him nude save for her high heels. Harry began smiling, while starring at her. She had no idea what he was waiting for and was rather hoping that he would start a sex tape, so that she could see a few nasty scenes before he used her.



Harry never said a word. After two minutes, he smiled and pointed to the wall on her left. For a brief moment, she didn’t know what she was supposed to see, but then her eyes found the object of his aim. There, protruding through a hole in the wall was an erect penis. Harry stood, folded her clothes and placed them on the dirty floor in front of the hole.



“There you go, cunt. You’ve got a nice soft pad for your knees and a nice hard cock to suck.”



Cathy was aware of such places. There were called glory holes, but she had thought that they were for gays. It was a reminder of her abysmal ignorance regarding these matters, as she sunk to her knees and got her first close up of a wall with a cock growing out of it.



The owner of the deflating prick was apparently white and of average size. Through the wall he said, “Come on bitch, suck it. Quit fucking around, you damned whore.”



She extended her fingers to his shaft and massaged it back to its full length. She told him, “Just you hang on buddy, I’m going to suck every bit of cum from your balls and swallow every damn drop of it.” His vulgar, demanding command had triggered her own vile need to debase herself.



Cathy teased the head of his manhood, with her tongue, and then licked the underside of his helmet, eliciting a deep moan from the other side of the wall. He drew his prick back a little and tried to drive it into her mouth, banging the wall with his torso, as he did. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and slowly glided down the length of it, until her nose touched the wall. She swallowed a few times, which further stroked the underside of his pulsing cock.



It took only three minutes for the man to begin cursing and groaning, as he dumped a rather substantial load into her mouth. “Drink it, you dirty old whore.”



She swallowed every bit of it and after she let his limp prick slide from her lips she told him, “I’m a dirty whore, but I’m not old.”



Harry loudly said, “NEXT!” He pointed to the opposite wall, where another male shaft came through a larger hole, allowing his cock and balls to be available for her services.



This guy’s dick was a bit larger and much thicker. She quickly shifted to that wall, taking her folded clothes with her and placing them on the dirty tile floor. They didn’t provide much comfort, but were just soft enough to kneel on; and that’s all she needed to let her focus on the nasty pleasure of strange cocks shooting off in her mouth.



She started out by licking his balls and was pleasantly rewarded with the taste of musky sweat. The guy wasn’t a talker, which disappointed her. She enjoyed the derisive insults that were hurled at her, as she gave her mouth to dirty men. Cathy realized that she was submitting her lips, tongue and throat, not to him, but to her own vulgar lust. In a way, she was using him just as much as he was using her.



When the man’s scrotum was pristine, she moved to the base of his shaft and began the cleansing process, slowly working her way up to the top of his long prick. Once she reached the head, she saw the tell tale signs of his pre-cum and hungrily licked it off, and then drove her mouth down the length of his cock, The man’s loud moan, wasn’t as good as him calling her a whore, but it was acceptable praise for her rapidly growing talent at sucking cock.



His moans came more quickly, as she slid her sucking lips up and down his hard prick. She knew he was close, so she fondled his sensitive testicles and gave them a little squeeze when he began to cum. She was rewarded with a rather large burst of slimy goo, some of which she could not contain, as it ran down her chin and onto her breasts.



The vile scene from this play, in which Cathy acted the filthy slut on her knees, was a powerful image in her mind. So, it was with a slight brush of her fingers upon her throbbing clit that she exploded through another mind bending orgasm. As her climax concluded, she used her other hand to smear the remains of the man’s cum around on her face. She felt so completely vile and dirty. She reveled in the sheer depravity of her act.



When she looked at Harry, he merely pointed back to the other wall and said, “Suck.” Another erect penis was looking at her, with the one big eye already leaking man juice from the tip of its angry head.



She didn’t think to bring her clothes to pad her knees this time. She crawled on all fours, like a bitch in heat, anxious to give her services to the next dog with a stiff cock.



With her fist wrapped around this one, she began to slobber all around the head of it, taking pleasure in the loud, lewd sounds she made in the process. “Oh you hot fucking slut. Don’t tease me, you nasty bitch, just suck and swallow.”



She was glad to accommodate him, driving her mouth down the length of his cock, until she hit the wall, and then gagging herself, as his manhood stroked her tonsils. She did this several times and she knew from his filthy epithets that he was close. The man loosed a loud cry and delivered forth a deluge of filthy cum. She pulled away, after the first burst of jizz filled her sucking maw, allowing the rest of his seed to expend itself on her face. Cathy had risen to a level of lustful decadence which she had never experienced. She luxuriated in the beautiful vileness of her act and shuddered with renewed pleasure, as the stranger’s cum dripped from her face and decorated her breasts.



She looked at Harry and he softly told her, “Now my sweet little piece of shit, you’re really beginning to understand the power of your own sick lust. Enjoy yourself for a while. I have to have a chat with Jimmie.”



As he left, she heard him lock the door. That frightened her, but only for a brief moment. Cathy realized that she was safer with it securely locked. She turned to the opposite wall and saw another hard penis waiting for her. This one was very large and very black. Her stomach knotted and growled with the knowledge that her first black cock was about to invade her mouth and gag her with its enormous length. She attacked it with gusto. She came hard way before he did, but he didn’t care, as long as she got him off.



Cathy lost all track of time and space. She went back and forth, from one wall to the other, sucking and endless supply of cocks. She had no idea how many men had used her mouth. Just that phrase, in her mind, caused her pussy to quiver. She also didn’t know how many times she had cum tonight. If she counted her house, the restaurant and here, it must be near a dozen. She wondered if that was some kind of world record.



It took her a few minutes to realize that there were no more wonderful cocks for her to suck. The walls were empty and she felt disappointment at the thought that she could actually have enjoyed a few extra blasts of protein rich liquid from nasty, horny men.



The key in the door lock drew her attention. Harry walked in and told her, “Pick up your clothes and follow me, but don’t wipe off your face or tits.”



Cathy hadn’t even thought of what she must look like, with perhaps dozens of men’s creamy fluid drenching her body, she had to look like a real sicko slut. She closed her eyes and tried to envision what others might see and was sorely tempted to diddle her clit one more time, as her mind responded to the mental image with another surge of passion. But she managed to keep her hands off of her pussy, as Harry seemed to be in a hurry. So she grabbed her filthy clothes and followed him out of her new favorite room.



They went to the end of the dark passageway and through an unmarked door. Cathy found herself standing before eight men in various stages of undress. Some had their pants down to their ankles, some had removed their pants and a few just had their dicks poking out through their zippers. All of them were fondling their cocks.



Harry smacked her hard on the ass and ordered her to, “Get on your knees, slut. It’s still feeding time at the zoo.”



Cathy knew what was expected of her. Indeed, she thrilled at the prospect of seeing the whole body of the man she was sucking. And performing before a group of men who were waiting to plunge their cocks past her sore lips raised her lust back to the high level it had been just a short time ago. She hoped that she would be fucked as well; preferably at the same time she was giving a blow job. It had been a secret desire of hers for a long time.



Cathy didn’t disappoint them and neither was she disappointed. The nearest man grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his crotch saying, “Come on, you fucking whore, eat cock.” He didn’t wait for a response from her; he slapped her hard, causing her to yelp. When she did, he thrust his stiff prick into her mouth and didn’t stop pushing it into her mouth, until it hit the back of her throat.



It was a bit more brutal than she was ready for, but she knew that in a few brief moments she would love it. To her delight, another guy knelt behind her and began smacking her ass. She knew then that he intended to plow her sopping wet pussy and she wiggled her butt, as best she could, to entice him to use her hungry hole. Without warning, he plunged his cock into her. He marveled at the fact that his prick went completely in, telling the others, “Hey fellas, this bitch is so fucking turned on that my dick didn’t feel no resistance at all. What a nasty slut.”



Cathy wanted to thank him for the compliment, but with a stiff cock plundering her sucking maw it was out of the question. The man in her pussy wouldn’t cum for a minute or so, but she had no control of her body now. She came hard as she reveled in the totally obscene picture she must have made for the others. Over and over, she thought to herself, ‘I’m a slut, I’m a slut, I’m a slut.’



The men used her aching throat and pussy, dumping load upon load into her mouth and cunt. She was vaguely aware that some men, having used her once already, were jerking off and shooting their reduced loads on her back and in her hair, although much of it landed on the filthy floor.



Cathy came…oh yes, she came…several more times. She had a fleeting wonder if she could qualify for the Guinness Book of Records. Her depravity had reached such a level that it washed all decency from her being. She knew that she could never go back to being the insipid little wall flower that she had been for her entire life. A new Cathy was born in this room and she was a filthy cock loving piece of shit whore. Furthermore, she didn’t want to go back; not after the extreme pleasures she had discovered this evening.



The endless line of cocks had reached an end; yet Cathy, on all fours, swayed back and forth in a trance like state, expecting more penises to ravage her mouth and cunt. Finally Harry’s voice brought her back. “You stupid fucking whore, you wasted some of the guys jizz. Now put your face down to the floor and lick it all up, while I fuck your ass.”

My real estate business was going well, and I was in Hong Kong for a few days, meeting a client from the United States that was about to construct a multi-storey apartment building in town. There were three companies competing for the tender to sell the apartments, and I felt confident because I had worked with this client before. His name was Trent, and he was a little older than me, aged in his mid-fifties, and was married with two grown up children.



The background to the rest of the story is that I, at age 46, was married to Steve, and work in my own real estate business which I purchased from my former boss, Al. I am tall, blonde and still have nice bouncy boobs and a curvaceous arse. I like to fuck, but in recent months have been trying not to play outside my marriage too much, preferring to fuck Steve as often as he is willing.



I was, in my hotel room, having arrived the day before. The meeting was tomorrow, and I decided to go shopping to find something new and classy to wear. Two hours later, I was in the spa in my room, sipping on some champagne and eating some strawberries when my mobile rang. It was Steve.



“Hi baby. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I’m sorry we can’t be together, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when you get home, ok?”



We chatted a while and I promised him I would be a ‘good girl’ on this trip, and would save myself for his surprise when I got home.



The next morning, after showering and dressing in my new outfit, I went down to enjoy a buffet breakfast before heading downtown to the meeting. As I sipped on my coffee and ate a Danish, I looked round the restaurant and noticed a young couple about ten metres away. They appeared to be on their honeymoon. He was a dark skinned guy with amazing white teeth, and she was asian, from Japan I guessed, as he skin was pure white and her hair jet black. They were a striking couple, and I smiled to myself at the thought of my own honeymoon all those years ago, when Steve and I had been in Bali and I had worn the see-through white swimsuit in the pool and ended up fucking three other men on my very own honeymoon!



Aaaah, those were the days, when we were wild, crazy and fucked like rabbits.



Soon after I was in a cab on the way to meet Trent, and as I climbed from the cab onto the street, I checked my appearance in the windows and smiled. My classic black high heels were classy, yet provocative, with their five inch heels. My red satin blouse was flashy yet sophisticated, and the buttons were undone just enough to flash the black lace of my push-up bra, highlighting my boobs. My black boned jacket completed the outfit, and I had chosen to put my hair up in a bun, completing the look with some brand new Chanel earrings as a birthday treat for myself.



I was met in the foyer by a young asian woman who introduced herself as Ayumi, Trent’s personal assistant, and we made our way to the penthouse level of the building. At the top we got out and walked down a short corridor into a massive open space, featuring glass all the way around, giving amazing views of Hong Kong harbour and the city. Trent greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I flushed at the memory of the one night we had spent together. I was ravenous that night and ended up begging this American stud to push his small cock into my tight arse as he was not really pleasing me much with his fucking. I was embarrassed as I thought back to that night, but kept my composure, hoping my sexual kinks would not have a negative effect on my ability to win the contract.



I was the last to arrive for the meeting, and as we sat in the leather chairs round the conference table, Trent made introductions. I was the only one who had chosen to come and tender for the contract alone. The other two companies were represented by five people in total. David and Candy were joint partners from a firm in Sydney, and they were hoping to break into the Melbourne market by securing this contract. The other company was a firm from Singapore, and they had three men, all very formal and business-like. One was a sales agent, Stuart; the second the lawyer, Toshi, and finally there was Yanaka, the owner of the company, and a much older man than the rest of the people at the meeting. I thought it unusual that the owner himself would attend a business meeting, but was to learn later that he was very much a ‘hands-on’ type of owner.



Trent began by explaining the details of the property that we had all received by email, before going over the process for selecting the successful company to handle the sale of the apartments. It was a process I was familiar with, and I sat quietly, my eyes wandering the room assessing the competition.



When finished, Trent gave each of us the chance to present, and I have to admit, whilst a little nervous in front of the strangers, my competitors, I was quietly confident of winning the tender.



The meeting last about two hours, and as we finished, Trent said his goodbyes and wished us all well. I made my way back to the hotel, removing my clothes and showering as I was a little hot from the meeting and needed to freshen up before deciding what to do with the rest of the evening.



In the shower I was playing with my boobs, pinching and fondling my nipples, when my mobile rang. I stopped playing with myself, dried off and wearing only a towel, picked up the phone to check who the missed call was from. It was Trent.



I dialled his number as some water dripped off my thighs onto the carpet.



“Hi Trent. Sorry I missed your call. I was in the shower, honey.”



“Ooh, now that sounds tempting!” he said, flirting with me!



I had promised Steve I would be a good girl, so I decided to play straight.



“I was wondering what you were up to for dinner tonight? I’m in town alone and thought it might be nice to have a gorgeous woman to escort around town if you’re interested.”



“Hmm, well, I seem to recall last time you made me an offer like that we ended up being very naughty! But dinner sounds nice.”



“Ok, great,” he said, “I’ll pick you up round eight. Wear something nice because the place I’m taking you is sort of formal, ok?”



“Formal?” I asked. “Well, lucky I bought something suitable then isn’t it? See you at eight.”



I spent the next couple of hours just relaxing, and by the time the room phone buzzed, announcing Trent was there to pick me up, I was quite hungry. I was wearing a simple black cire gown with red roman gladiator stiletto sandals for maximum effect, and had my blonde hair down, with matching bright red lipstick.



The dress was just slightly see-through when light was behind it, and as it was completely form fitting, I had chosen not to wear a bra, but simply a tiny little Wicked Weasel thong on my bottom, as it highlighted my buns. If I’d been in the mood to ‘play’ I would have left the thong off altogether, but my promise to Steve was fresh in my mind and I was planning to be a good girl, have dinner and then fly home the next afternoon and wait to see if I was successful with the tender, before fucking my husband’s brains out, win or lose!



As I exited the elevator into the foyer, my heels clicked on the Italian tiled floor, and I noticed a few eyes cast my way. I felt flattered that, at age 46 I was still able to run heads with my looks. I walked slowly on purpose, seeing Trent seated in the lounges near the revolving doors.



He stood to greet me.



“Now that is a stunning dress.” he said, making me flush with pride as I felt my nipples tingle and harden, pressing against the very thin material.



Taking me by the hand, we looked every bit the courting couple, and we headed out into the warm night air towards the car that was waiting, his chauffeur holding open the door for us.



Inside the limousine we each had a glass of champagne as we headed to the restaurant, arriving about ten minutes later.



As we entered the restaurant, Trent put his hand on the small of my back, and I tingled as his fingers paused, feeling the outline of my tiny thong. He smiled at me as we walked in, and were greeted by the waiter.



I was surprised to see that we were shown to a table with several other people already seated. Puzzled, I looked to Trent, and he smiled, then whispered in my ear, “Very important customers, babe. These are the project financiers. They wanted to meet the agent I have recommended for the tender to act on their behalf.”



I was shocked.



What Trent told me meant that his decision was already made, and that I had won the multi-million dollar tender!



I wanted to scream out in excitement, but I was aware of my surrounds. I wanted to ring Steve and tell him the great news, but Trent was starting to introduce me, and I knew the significance of the people I was meeting for the first time, given Trent’s sudden announcement seconds earlier.



Dinner was a blur, and I’m sure I had too many glasses of champagne, but I felt amazing. My mind kept racing thinking about the tender and what it meant in terms of financial windfall for my agency. As I sipped my fourth glass of champagne, I felt something brush my thigh. I looked down and noticed a hand. Next to me, the man I had been introduced to, Jason, was calmly talking to Trent across the table, but his hand was purposely now rubbing my thigh through the thin material of my dress.



I politely lifted his hand from my thigh, not wanting to attract attention. However, Jason was persistent as well as slightly rude, and a few seconds later his hand was once again on my thigh as he chatted away. I felt my face flush a little, feeling the warmth as he gently squeezed my thigh, and I shifted nervously in my seat, not wanting anyone else to see what he was doing.



Once more I removed his hand, and this time I crossed my legs as I hoped that would stop him being so naughty.



It didn’t.



Minutes later, as he turned to talk to me and asked me what I thought about the new apartments, his hand once more touched my thigh, this time delving slightly further, coming to rest in the cleft between my crossed legs.



I am sure I blushed, and as I mumbled an answer, finished off my fourth glass of champagne, I felt my nipples stiffen as Jason’s fingers began to work their way deeper, even though my long gown was stopping him from getting inside.



As we finished our dessert, a band began to play some soft music, and a few couples rose to dance. I was almost relieved when Trent asked me to join him for a celebratory dance. Jason’s hand quickly disappeared and Trent took me by the hand, and I was glad he did for I actually stumbled a little from too many champagnes!



Once on the dance floor, Trent took me gently in his arms, and I placed my own arms around his neck, as much as a balancer as anything else. He whispered in my ear as we danced.



“You look ravishing in that dress. Did you realise it is almost see-through?”



I pretended to be shocked.



“What? It is not!” I replied, my nipples now throbbing as I knew men had been watching me all night as the light from the chandelier had been casting outlines of my curves under the dress.



“You big tease! You know very well we can all see your braless boobs and amazing arse!”



I smiled and giggled a little, feeling very tipsy and rather horny. As I pressed my chest into his, I felt his hands lower to the globes of my bum right there on the dance floor. My mind went to Steve, back home, and I fantasized that he was standing behind me, about to press his own body against my arse cheeks, sandwiching me between myself and Trent.



My mind was snapped from my fantasy by the feeling of a man, a real man, not my imaginary husband, standing behind me. It was Jason.



“Mind if I cut in?” he asked Trent.



“Not at all, be my guest,” said Trent, before guiding my arms across to Jason who assumed the same position, only a little closer.



He was tall, and I found myself looking upwards as he began to talk, his hands innocently placed upon my hips at this stage.



“Trent tells me you’re quite the businesswoman.”



I blushed, pleased that Trent had described me that way to his associate.



“He also tells me you’re a wicked fuck.”



I was shocked, and my eyes must have given me away, as I pulled back from him.



He trapped me, pulling me firmly against his muscular chest, my own big boobs squashing hard against him now, my nipples aching as my senses confusion took hold.



“Relax, I am impressed. He tells me you’re the best fuck he’s ever had.”



I had no response apart from the burning sensation in my pussy as I tried to digest what he had just said



.



The music stopped and we headed back to the table with the other guests.



My mind was racing. I was dying to get home to Steve, to take hold of his cock and suck it, kiss it, lick it and fuck it, but he was ten hours away by air!



“Well folks, it’s been a great day,” said Trent, standing. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get Dee back to her hotel as she has a big flight home tomorrow to share her news with her husband, Steve.”



As we all said our goodbyes, and the other owners wished me well with the sales, Trent took me by the hand and we were hailed a cab by the concierge. Just as it arrived, Jason came almost running out the door of the restaurant too.



“Mind if I join you? Trent tells me we’re staying in the same hotel!”



“Of course she doesn’t mind. Jump in,” said Trent, before we all climbed in and headed towards the hotel.



In the back of the cab it was a bit of a squash, and I was in the middle. Trent was a gentleman of course, but Jason was all over me with his hands, and his left arm he put on the back of the seat behind me, his fingers rubbing the skin of my neck as we drove along. I liked the feeling on my skin, but my mind was telling me to stay true to my husband and wait till I got home to satisfy the incredible urges that were coming from my pussy and swollen nipples.



We chatted as we drove, and thankfully, before long, we made it to the hotel.



Flustered from the close contact of being sandwiched between two men other than my husband, and Jason’s fingers on my neck tickling me all the way home, I was in need of some release. I couldn’t wait to get up to my room, ring Steve and then masturbate with him together on the phone to release the sexual tension that had built up in my loins.



The men showed me up to my room, and despite some urging by Jason and an offer of a drink by Trent, I managed to maintain my composure and decline their offers and went to my room alone. Trent and Jason decided to have a night cap in the hotel bar, and I headed to the elevator alone. Inside the elevator, I was aware of just how flushed and horny I was. I was alone, and while watching the lights head towards the 14th floor, I played with my nipples that were very hard and poking against the thin material of my dress. I actually gasped as I tweaked my right nipple and felt a surge of lust through my pussy as the sexual energy in my body took hold.



Inside my room, I peeled off my tight black dress, and then, wearing only my small thong, I decided to be a little naughty. I went into the bathroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and took a photo of myself pinching my right nipple and pouting. It turned me on pinching it like that, and I knew Steve would love it, so I texted him the photo, before stripping off completely and jumping into a nice hot shower.



As the water ran over my shoulders, I soaped up my big boobs and played with them, before dropping my right hand to my pussy and giving myself a good wash, before fingering myself too, noticing just how wet I was inside. I pumped three fingers in and out a few times, enjoying the feeling of heat inside my pussy, and as the water flowed down over my boobs, I closed my eyes and imagined Steve fucking me, his strong hands squeezing my tits as he pumped me from behind, just the way I liked it.



I was just about to climax in the shower, when there was a knock at my hotel room door, and I froze, my fingers still buried in my cunt.



Who could that be? What did they want? Could I ignore them and maybe they would go away?



I chose the latter course of action, but, as I stood there in the shower, the water flowing down over my fingers still buried inside my pussy, the knocking at the door came a second time.



“Dee? Are you there? It’s me, Trent. I forgot to give you the details of the tender and I don’t think I’ll be up when you leave in the morning.”



Dammit.



I pulled my fingers reluctantly from my pussy, washed my own juices off them and then turned off the water.



“Just a minute.”



Quickly grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my body, folding the end down inside my cleavage , my hair dripping wet, and went to the door. I was flushed in the face, horny as a toad, and had just about climaxed after fingering myself in the shower seconds earlier, having sent my husband a racey photo. I hardly felt like answering the door, but given the tender with Trent was worth well over a million dollars to my agency, I knew I had to answer it.



Opening the door in my towel, water dripping off my legs and hair, I was surprised when not only Trent, but Jason too was standing there.



I was hoping Trent would just give me the envelope he was holding, but he asked if he could come in and explain the details to me, so I let them both in, trying to cover myself as best I could.



“Sorry to catch you at such an awkward time, babe.” Said Trent.



“You might be, but I’m sure not!” said Jason, “You look hot, Dee, mind if I join you when you’re finished being all business-like with Trent?”



He smiled, half joking, but his words caused my nipples to throb once more, and I felt them poking against the towelling material as his eyes cast their way up and down my entire body as I stood there.



Trent spent a few minutes going over the details with me, and then, as I stood there my pussy on fire from the earlier arousal, kissed me on the cheek, his hand patting my butt as we said our farewells. Then, Jason stood and approached, and his cocky attitude was starting to get to me. As he kissed me on the cheek, pausing a few seconds, his breath was warm against my face, and his hand pressed against my breasts in the towel, and I swear he even felt one of my erect nipples for a second.



Three minutes later, they were gone, and I was spreadeagled on the bed, my fingers buried inside my hot, wet cunt as I imagined what it might have been like to rip off my towel and fuck them both, right there and then.



Just as I approached orgasm again, my mobile phone beeped.



It was a text message back from my husband, Steve, and showed his hard cock that I knew so well, in his fist being pumped with our bed in the background. The text message said, “Horny, huh? Good! Enjoy yourself! See you soon….love, Steve.”



My mind raced. “Enjoy yourself!” Did that mean he wanted me to masturbate again? Did it mean more than that? Was he encouraging me to fuck without him being here?



My hazy, hot, aroused mind was playing tricks on me, and my fingers inside my pussy once more were rapidly causing me to approach the orgasm I was yearning so badly.



As I fell back on the pillows once more, I thrust the three fingers of my left hand back inside my pussy, and began to fuck myself to orgasm. My right hand was pinching and pulling my nipples, the way I love them to be touched during sex, and I was almost there within a minute or two..



Knock, knock.



“Fuck! What now?” I almost yelled as I was snatched from my cum yet again, my nipples red and swollen, my pussy sopping and the fingers of my left hand wet with my juices.



I grabbed the towel and covered up again, then opened the door, expecting Trent to be there telling me he had forgotten something.



It was Jason.



I wanted to kill him for snatching me from my orgasm yet again, but my body was betraying me. My mind told me to tell him to go away, but my pussy wanted him to tear off my towel and fuck the shit out of me. Steve’s text message had confused me, the alcohol had affected my judgement, and the frustration that had built up inside me all night was getting to me, so I stood there, in my towel, hair all over the place, face flushed, fingers wet from pussy juice and smelling like a women’s pussy.

“Fancy a nightcap?” he asked, holding up a bottle of really nice champagne. My Achilles heel. It was Moet Chandon, and I was actually a little thirsty from all my hard work trying to make myself cum.



“I have an early flight and I’m married, so one drink and then you have to go, ok?”



“Whatever you say, babe. I just wasn’t in the mood to sleep and seeing you in that towel like that before made my cock hard as a rock. I just had to see you one more time before you fly out tomorrow.”



He sounded almost sincere, despite the fact I knew he was there for only one reason. The thing was, I wasn’t sure I wasn’t wanting exactly the same thing!



He popped the cork and I grabbed some glasses from the mini bar, and sat down on the bed next to him as he poured.



“To you. May you sell all those fucking apartments before Christmas!”



We clinked glasses and I gulped down the frothy, cold liquid, before Jason topped up my glass again.



“Naughty. What happened to one glass?” I teased, my body relaxing a little more now as I sat there in my towel, my boobs still pressing against the towelling material.



“Well. It’s too good to waste, and I happen to know it’s your favourite. Steve told me.”



A puzzled look came over my face.



“Steve told you? When did you talk to him?” I asked, confused.



“He texted me about ten minutes ago. He said to tell you the photo looked great and to enjoy yourself.”



Now this was confusing, and very arousing at the same time. As I sat there, still wet, horny and wearing only a towel, this man I had not met before dinner that night was sipping champagne on my bed, saying that he had received a text from my husband, and, in my opinion, had almost given this stranger approval to be with me.



“How did he get your number? Do you know him?” I asked, wanting some clarification.



The champagne was getting to me again, and my whole body felt warm and fuzzy, especially my pussy and nipples



.



“Trent introduced us online when we were doing reference checks for the tender applications. It’s company policy for us, so I called Steve and had a chat. He seems like a good guy. I must say, I had no idea how fucking hot you look standing in front of a mirror in just your g-string!”



He held up his phone and showed me the picture I had sent Steve earlier.



That bastard! My own husband has sent a sexy pic of me to another man!



My pussy twitched and shook at the thought, and as I gulped down the remainder of my second glass in five minutes, Jason took that as a signal of approval.



He took me by the hand, put my empty glass on the small table, and then removed my towel, very slowly from around my body. My hair was still quite wet, and I knew my nipples were really erect as I stood there, completely naked in front of this ‘almost’ stranger.



We kissed, and his tongue was hot and wet inside my own mouth as his hands explored my arse, pressing my boobs against his chest for the second time that night. However, unlike earlier on the dance floor, when I had mildly protested, this time I was like putty in his hands, begging him to ravish me and release the orgasm that had been welling inside me for an hour or more.



For a brief moment the married woman inside me took over, and I stepped back, removing his hands from my arse.



“Jason…….I…I can’t do this. I’m married, remember?”



He paused for a moment, then, with a forceful rush, he spun me round and before I had time to protest, his finger found my clit and started to rub it the way that drives me absolutely crazy.



I was his, and he knew it.



I parted my thighs slightly, encouraging him to finger me, and he took the bait. Slowly, as his right hand continued to play with my clit, his left hand dropped and two of his fingers found my sopping wet cunt, yearning for penetration.



I moaned and leaned back against his body, his mouth biting down on my neck as he almost lifted me off the floor with his fingers inside me, pumping up and down and causing my body to once again start the climb to orgasm.



I was ravenous and the thought of cheating on my husband made me even sluttier as I reached down and found his zipper, undid his pants and then stuffed my hand inside, finding his hard cock and giving the shaft a few hard strokes in my fist.



Momentarily he removed his fingers from inside me, long enough to take his pants off, and remove his shirt, before spinning me round once again, and then kissing me full on the lips again, as his hands reached down to push inside me once more.



His three fingers were now inside me, pumping slowly, as his thumb throbbed my clit and his other hand held me tightly round the waist. I was putty in his hands as he worked me towards the orgasm I knew would be a massive explosion of lust.



I squeezed his balls and pulled them down away from his cock quite hard, and he responded by jamming the fingers up inside me even further. His thumb on my clit was driving me crazy and the orgasm began to well inside me from my pussy walls as my nipples ached from hardness as they pressed against Jason’s muscled chest.



My knees began to shake as I felt the orgasm building inside me, and I was moaning loudly, wiggling my hips to move Jason’s fingers inside my cunt as we kissed.



Just then, the doorbell rang.



Again!



“OOooh, fuck!!” I moaned into Jason’s neck as his fingers froze inside me. His thumb stopped moving across my clit and I let go of his large balls.



“Who the hell could that be?” I cursed.



Jason threw on his pants, panicking.



I grabbed the towel and covered up once more, my body truly on fire, the orgasm ripped from my grasp as I walked towards to hotel room door.



“Who is it?” I hissed, wondering who it might be that had interrupted my orgasm yet again!



“It’s me, Trent! I left my room key on your dresser! Can I just come in and grab it, please?”



I looked across the room to the small dresser near the TV, and, sure enough, there was a room key sitting there!



“Ok, hold on!”I said through the door, before looking at Jason and indicating he should hide in the bathroom. After all, I wasn’t sure how me fucking one of the owners might appear to Trent!



Jason grabbed his things and jumped into the bathroom, before I opened the door.



“Sorry about this, Dee. I’m really embarrassed. Were you asleep? You look a little…flustered!”



I smiled, thinking that I was about as far from asleep as I could be!



“No, no. It’s ok. I was just chilling out and thinking about Steve. It’s my birthday today and Steve tells me he has a surprise waiting for me when I get home tomorrow.”



“Today? Why didn’t you tell me? Ooh, I would have got you a cake to share with the others at dinner!”



He leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as he said, “Happy Birthday.”



The problem was, that as he stepped forward, my towel chose that very moment to drop completely to the floor, leaving me standing totally naked and exposed at the very instant Trent kissed me on the cheek!



I’m not sure what Trent thought, but he must have given it as a signal from me because the next thing I know, the birthday peck on the cheek turned in to a full-on tongue kiss, and his hands were all over my body, squeezing my boobs and wandering down to my arse.



I was in a state of combined shock and total arousal, having experienced such a sexually frustrating evening to date. I responded the way my nipples wanted. I responded the way my pussy begged me to.



I kissed him back and threw my arms round his neck, yearning for him to touch me, lick me, kiss me, finger me and fuck me.



My mind however was focused on three things as my body went into auto pilot and we began get sexually serious right there standing near the door. The first thought, as his hands mauled my tits the way he knew I loved them being touched, was that my husband was at home, and it was my birthday and he was preparing a surprise for me when I got home the next day. The second thought as my pussy ached and my clitoris throbbed as his fingers found it and gave it a delightful tweaking, was that Trent’s cock had failed to satisfy me the one time we had fucked previously. The third, and possible most sexually arousing thought, as that Jason, with the sexual confidence and large cock, was still in the bathroom, and that he could probably hear Trent and I getting it on now as Trent was starting to moan and I was also doing a little squealing as our tongues entwined and his fingers did a merry dance on my clit and pumped in and out of my very wet pussy.



My mind was racing but my body was winning. I parted my legs as Trent continued to push his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I found myself almost wishing he would jam more of his fingers into me, and push them deeper with every thrust as I was dying for some serious sexual release.



I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, and his small cock was well and truly erect, bulging in his underwear. He stopped finger fucking me, which caused me to gasp and whimper, my own fingers replacing his as one hand frigged my clit and the other pushed four fingers into my snatch, without any difficulty whatsoever. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed, and whilst Trent continued to shed his clothes, I finger fucked myself towards a rapidly arriving orgasm that I had been needing for hours now.



“Whoa, birthday girl. Slow down there!” said Trent, his lack of awareness of the sexual needs of a woman once again on show.



I was dying to cum and just wanted him to either help make me cum, or shut up and let me do my thing.



However, I guess he didn’t get to be the CEO of a multi-national company without getting his way, and before I had a chance to speak, he had taken my hands away from my clit and pussy, and guided me back towards my bed, where he lay me down on my back, and thankfully, spread my legs and began licking my clit with his tongue.



I lay back, closed my eyes, and my hands drifted to my large boobs with their swollen nipples. I squeezed and played with my tits, all the while imagining Steve fucking me the way he does so well, from behind, and with the force of a Mack truck!



The tongue on my clit was very good, and I was pleased to see that Trent had improved his cunnilingus skills since we had fucked. He was actually pretty good at it now, and I found myself starting to rise to orgasm once again that night.



Just as I felt the surge of passion start to rise from my cunt, with the hot, wet tongue lashing my clit quite fast now, there was a movement to my left, and I spotted Jason peeking through the bathroom door!



I was momentarily snapped from the focus of my orgasm as my mind raced. I wondered what Trent would think if he saw Jason. I wondered what my husband, Steve would think if he knew I was in my room making love to one man while another stood watching, having started the whole extramarital thing earlier that night!



I didn’t care, as my nipples, pinched between my fingers, and my clit, being tongue lashed by Trent, took control of my thoughts once again.



I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my own pleasure, and felt the orgasm start to surge once more from my loins as Trent continued to lick me.



About a minute later, enjoying my rising orgasm, I opened my eyes as I pinched and twisted my aching nipples, and saw that Jason, now totally naked, was standing on the side of the bed opposite Trent, his huge, hard cock pointing lewdly above my head. I glanced to Trent, buried tongue deep in my pussy, but he seemed oblivious to his colleague standing over me.



Instinctively I reached for his wonderful cock, realising that this was the only cock in the room capable of satisfying me that night, and I took it in my mouth as I lay spread-eagled being licked to orgasm.



The scene must have looked erotic indeed. I was on my back, my large boobs showing off their erect nipples, a man buried between my legs licking my pussy. I was now deep-throating the very large cock in my mouth and as the man I was sucking moaned and reached down to squeeze and play with my boobs, it started!



Like an avalanche rumbling from the mountains of snow, the orgasm started low in my pussy and began to take over my entire being. The built up sexual tension and frustration of the night’s events had a dramatic effect, heightening my usual sexual energy and causing my body to convulse and shake like a tsunami of sexual release.



It was indeed a good thing that my mouth was full of cock, because my moaning and squealing as the biggest orgasm of my life took over my body was intense! I am sure I would have woken Steve back home in Australia with the volume of noise I made as I came, had the cock in my mouth not started to spurt its own orgasmic load of semen directly into my hungry cock sucking throat! I gulped and shook, swallowed and convulsed, came and digested the huge load of cum that was deposited into my cumming mouth as I climaxed on the wonderful tongue that was licking me to climax.



I shook and came for almost a full minute, my boobs squeezed by Jason as I swallowed his cum. I was on sexual fire as Trent slowed his licking in response to my amazing contractions around his face with my thighs.



I licked the remaining cum off Jason’s cock and lapped at his balls, moaning like a pussy cat eating its food. I was so fucking satisfied it was crazy, and I remember thinking it had been the best orgasm ever, just as Trent removed himself from my thighs, and stood up to reveal a glistening face, coated with my pussy juices all over his tongue, lips, mouth and cheeks.



As Jason recovered from the ravenous blowjob I had just given him, and I luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss, my mouth still covered in Jason’s cum, I reached for a glass and rolled off the bed to pour myself a drink.



“Well, that was a nice surprise! Happy Birthday, Dee!” said Trent.



“No, thank, YOU!” said Jason, giving his now flaccid cock a nice shake as he stood there, his other hand on his hip.



“Well actually, I should be the one thanking both of you. You have no idea how good that orgasm was, or how long I was waiting for it! You guys teased me all night and then with Jason hiding in the bathroom, and Trent forgetting his keys just at the wrong moment, jees!!”



We all shared a giggle, and then there was a brief moment of awkward silence, until Trent, the more conservative of the two men in my hotel room, spoke.



“Well, I guess we should head off and let you get some sleep!”



Truth be known I was totally wishing they would both stay and fuck me ragged until I couldn’t walk.



“Well, I guess you’re right. My flight leaves early and I’m sure Steve will have something big planned for when I get home.”



That’s when Jason, the cocky one whose lovely cock I had just drained of a huge load and swallowed, spoke up.



“OOoh, come on, babe! Don’t try and tell me you don’t want a pair of cocks to fuck the shit out of you right here and now. You know you want it bad, and Trent and I are just the guys to give it to you. Get over here and let me suck on those gorgeous titties of yours and let’s get this fucking party really started so we can give you a proper birthday present.”



I was a little shocked, but he was totally right.



“I’m not sure we should stay, Jason. After all, Dee is a married woman!” said Trent, before the three of us giggled together.



“Well. If you put it like that, how could I refuse?” I said, walking slowly over towards the cocky stud, my big boobs shaking nicely as I wiggles my body to make them shake even more



.



I walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips, his hands dropping to cup my arse behind me, and as we enjoyed a really hot kiss, Trent moved in behind us and pushed his little dick between my thighs, and I moved around until I nestled it between my butt cheeks, and felt the heat coming off the little cock behind me, as the large one hanging downwards in front of me started to come to life again and I felt it poke my belly.



Jason then collapsed down on the bed, and I fell onto my hands and knees before him, taking his cock in my mouth and marvelling at the way it started to swell once more. I can’t speak for other women, but the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth as I suck it is one of the most amazing sensations I have experienced. I kept sucking Jason until his cock was rock hard again, my right hand playing with his balls, tugging on them as I deep throated his impressive manhood. Behind me Trent had positioned himself with his cock pushing at my pussy entrance. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it to. Even though he had a small cock, I guided it into me and the sensation of sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time caused me to gasp a little.



Trent then settled into a nice rhythm playing with my tits as he fucked me doggie style, and I kept sucking Jason’s cock at the same time. Jason leaned forward as I was being fucked, sucking his cock, and started to scratch me back with long raking movements, which was sensational. I was in cock heaven as the two men pumped me like a spit roast and fucked me in between them, cock in pussy and mouth at the same time, boobs played with and back being scratched. It was lovely and I was totally enjoying being fucked by the two men.



We stayed in this position for a good five or ten minutes. I’m not sure because it was so heavenly that time seemed to stand still as I rolled back and forth on the cocks inside me at both ends.



Jason then decided that he wanted some fucking, and I have to admit I was glad he did, because he had a cock that felt almost twice the size of poor Trent’s little wiener.



The guys swapped positions as I spun around on the bed, offering my wet pussy to Jason, who pushed his nice cock inside me with one long, deep thrust that was heavenly. Then, in front of me Trent played with my boobs and I took his slimy, juice covered cock into my hungry mouth and first licked my juices off it, before being easily able to deep throat him with every suck.



Before long Jason worked into a lovely motion with really long, deep strokes that hit the bottom of my pussy every time he pumped into me. Just as I thought it could not get any better than this, his fingers found my clit and I once again felt an orgasm surging through my body. The feeling of another cum approaching was too much for me, and I reached back and pushed my own finger into my cunt where Jason’s cock was pumping in and out. I rubbed my finger along the shaft of his cock as he fucked me, and I moaned as I felt the larger penetration caused by my own finger inside me at the same time. Then, when it was coated with my own love juices, I pulled my finger out of my pussy, leaving Jason’s cock in there to fuck me alone, even as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. I reached back and found my bum, poking my wet finger into my arsehole and playing a little first, before pushing it all the way in until my entire finger was buried in my own arse.



I knew it must have looked hot to Jason, and so I decided to have some fun with the two men fucking me.



“Oooh, I can feel your cock going in and out of my pussy, Jason. My finger is fucking my arse and I can feel your big clock sliding in and out through the skin back there. Can you feel my finger fucking my arse baby? Can you?”



I was on my knees, being fucked from behind by a huge cock. Jason was pumping me with fantastic long, deep strokes, his hands gripping my hips as he pumped me. I was sucking a cock in my mouth, and finger fucking my own arse at the same time.



I decided it was time to really blow these guys minds and show them what a hot fuck I could be when my husband was not around and I was in the mood to fuck.



I dislodged both cocks and my own fingers from my arse, then asked Jason to lay down on the bed. I then turned to face away from Jason, my boobs facing Trent, giving Jason a full on view of my arse and back. Then, lowering myself down, I pushed his amazing cock into my arse, slowly, moaning and making sure the guys heard exactly what was happening with every inch that pushed into my tight arse.

It was a quiet afternoon at the office. My last appointment for the day had to cancel at the last minute, and the bosses were all at a convention out of town. Nothing was happening, and although it was a good time to catch up on paperwork, I was tired so I thought I’d get an early start on the weekend. I didn’t expect my girlfriend, Paola, to be home when I got there, so I was surprised to hear the television when I walked through the door. I decided to sneak up on her as a surprise, but when I went into the living room, she was the one who surprised me.



Playing on the television was a porn video; a pretty young girl was having her faced stuffed with cock; I watched for a second when the actor pulled out and emptied a huge load of cum across her face. Paola, not realising I was behind her, emitted a little gasp and then a moan. Immediately the scene on the screen shifted; once again, a sexy young bitch was getting her throat rammed by a large cock. Once again, the scene ended with arcs of hot, sticky cum splashing the actress’s pouty, puffy lips. Paola moaned again and I could her a squishing sound. I quietly looked over the back of the sofa and saw my petite sweet girl pounding her cunt with her fingers. The skirt of her elegant suit was hiked up around her waist, her dainty little g-string panties around her knees. I wanted nothing more than to strip down and fuck her senseless, but I was fascinated with the scene in front of me and decided to watch quietly, despite my own erection.



Paola has always been an enthusiastic cocksucker. In spite of the fact that she’s a high-powered corporate attorney, in the bedroom she’s definitely a submissive. Who knows? Perhaps it’s because in the “outside” world she is so forceful and dominant that at home she takes comfort from being the object, rather than the subject. Which suits me fine; our sex life is dominated by me—I’m the one who calls all the shots, and she takes the greatest pleasure in pleasuring me. Not that she doesn’t get her share of orgasms: the girl comes buckets, at times even squirting juice from her cunt.



Another scene started on the television, same as the others, but this time, when the girl finished with a face full of dripping cum, she turned her head and got a second pounding by another huge cock, and then a third. Paola’s breathing grew shorter, her moans deeper. She reached into her purse and extracted a large, natural-shaped dildo and stroked herself once before burying it deep into her gash. I fully expected her to fuck herself with it, but as soon as it was properly lubricated, she withdrew it and began to suck on it. The girl in the video took a third load and then a fourth and as Paola watched, she fucked her own mouth with the plastic cock while still fingering her stiff clit.



Silently, I took off my jacket and tie and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping off my loafers. My nipples were almost as erect as my cock, but I left my trousers and stepped around the side of the sofa. Paola was startled and automatically attempted to cover herself but I commanded her to continue and knelt down between her legs and began to lick her oozing slit. The bitch was wet, her tangy juices flowing into my mouth and down my chin. As I concentrated my wagging tongue on her stiff clit, I reached up and pinched her nipples, which only had the effect of deepening her moans and causing her hips to buck against my chin. I reached further and put my hand over hers, grasping the dildo, and pushed it into her mouth. Paola gagged, but I knew she was loving it from the way she thrust her cunt at my mouth.



I continued to savage her clit until I could tell she was ready to cum. Her entire body shook and her little cunt went into spasms around my tongue. Before I knew what was happening, she arched her back and emitted a stream of hot, viscous juice into my face as she twisted and writhed beneath me. I took the dildo from her mouth and rammed it deep into her gaping hole and then went back down to sucking her sloppy clit. Pulling on it with my lips, I brought her to a second, quick orgasm, and then told her to describe the video to me.



“A young girl is on her knees, sucking a large black man’s cock. He is grabbing her pigtails—she has red hair and freckles—using them like handles to pull her head into his groin. He’s raping her mouth and now…” she gasped…”now he’s coming great quantities onto her face, filling her mouth and eyes, shooting it into her red hair…



“Another one is starting; the girl is undressing, acting sexy, slowly showing her tits, which are tiny, like mine. She has a very short “school-girl” plaid skirt, and is turning around to show that she’s naked underneath. Her cunt lips are puffy, and now a man’s hand goes between her legs. Oh god…” and her breath catches “…he’s fingering her asshole. She’s kneeling down now, taking his cock in her fist and licking around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum no doubt.”



Paola was rocking her hips against the dildo and my tongue. Her voice was a dull monotone, describing each act of facial abuse, how the semen shot forth and splattered the young models’ mouths. But then she became animated again, as she described the next clip.



“It’s an Asian woman…oh, it’s a genuine bukkake scene. She has her panties on but has removed her bra and is holding a clear glass plate under her chin. There are dozens of men in their underwear, holding their cocks and stroking them. The first one has just come on her and it’s slowly sliding down her face. Now the next one has spurted and it too is dripping from her cheek. Another now, less forceful, and now another—this is a big load, and it drips off her lips and onto the glass plate. The camera position is now underneath the plate, I’m watching the cum accumulate. Oh my god, there are dozens of men yet to go; they’re all going to come on her. Oh fuck…”



I stuck my index finger into Paola’s asshole and then slipped my middle finger in as well. Now both holes were filled and my tongue continued to lash her clit. Her mouth was filled with words, dribbling out the descriptions of the action on the television. “Another shot and another; they’re relentless, she’s coated in a sea of cum,” she said. “She’s so lucky.”



Then my Paola came again. I pulled the dildo from her cunt and she squirted into my face again, the last few words that escaped were, “she’s drinking the contents of the plate, swallowing all that cum.



“Please let me suck you.”



I was ready, and withdrew the dildo from her cunt, stepping out of my trousers. My cock sprung lewdly in front of my, and I guided Paola onto her back, with her head hanging over the edge of the sofa. I placed my cock over her face, settling my balls on her lips and she began to suck and lick them. Her body was crunched on the couch, and I directed that she raise her ass against the backrest so she could drape her legs over the back. A large dollop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her neck. I spread her legs and slapped her cunt, then grabbed the slick dildo and slowly plugged it into her asshole. Pulling back for a moment, I eased my cock into her waiting mouth, sliding down into her throat until my balls covered her eyes.



“You dirty bitch,” I said as I began to thrust and fuck her throat, “coming home to masturbate without my permission.” A little whimper escaped but I continued stuffing her mouth with my erection. I slapped her cunt again. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you? You worthless cunt.” I was in a good rhythm now, stroking my cock between her lips, feeling the tip enter the top of her oesophagus. I wasn’t going to last long, I wanted to come as much as Paola needed to drink it.



And I knew she needed it. Her hands went over her head and around my waist, reaching for my ass cheeks and pulling me even deeper into her mouth. “Go ahead, bitch,” I commanded, “I know you want to…finger my asshole.” Paola wasted no time sliding her index finger up my ass. We both knew that would cause me to come almost immediately; it’s what we both needed and wanted.



She gagged a bit when I exploded in her mouth, emptying the contents of my balls so deep into her throat I doubt she even tasted it. And unbelievably, her cunt was oozing and going into spasm again. I pulled out and squeezed the last drops of my load onto her lips, which she hungrily licked off. My legs were weak as I stood up, and I collapsed into the club chair. The video had ended at some point.



“Take that cock out of your ass and bring me a drink,” I said. Paola was still in the same position. “And get off the rest of those clothes.” She straightened up slowly and stripped the rest of her dishevelled clothing off, leaving nothing but the glistening juices of her cunt gracing her flesh as she went to the kitchen. A few moments she returned with a cold glass of white wine which she handed me before kneeling at my feet and started to gently stroke my limp cock.



“Thank-you, sir,” she said. “Thank you for the multiple orgasms and the load of cum to swallow.”



“We obviously need to talk about what happened here today,” I said. “Don’t we?”



Paola’s head and voice both dropped. “Yes, Sir.”



“Why were you home early?”



“I had hoped to surprise you with a nice dinner. I signed an important contract this morning and thought I’d treat myself with the afternoon off. I stopped at the market for some steaks, and then had the idea to buy some new knickers to wear while I served you. I went into a sex shop and saw this video on the shelf and was irresistibly drawn to it. I had only intended to skim over it while I cooked, but with each passing scene, I slowly lost my resistance. It made me so randy.



“I’m sorry, Sir.”



“I’ve always known you liked sucking cock, known you like feeling it hit your face before you scoop it into your mouth. What’s special about this?”



“I’m not sure,” she replied, pensively, “maybe it’s the anonymity, especially in the bukkake scene. All those random cocks, all that anonymous cum drenching that lucky slut.”



“And you’d like to be that slut, wouldn’t you?”



She didn’t answer, but sighed heavily and tellingly. I reached down and put my hand behind her head, then yanked her hair back, so she was looking into my face, repeating, “Wouldn’t you?”



“Yes, Sir,” she whispered haltingly.



“So my cock isn’t enough, doesn’t satisfy you, is that it? You need more?”



“Oh, no, Sir,” she quickly replied, kneeling up straight and lowering her head to my lap, “Oh no. I love your cock. You treat me so well, better than I have ever deserved. I live to serve you, to serve your cock. You fulfill me, complete me. No, Sir. Your cock is my world. I am your slave, and no others’. I love you”.



“Hmm,” I said, as if unconvinced. But I knew that Paola spoke truly. And it was reciprocal: her subservience filled a hole in my life I’d never been able to define before. She was my ideal woman, physically—petite and with an olive complexion, totally committed to our mutual pleasure, dark, doe-like eyes, small tits and short hair, incredibly smart and well bred. She’s at home in a board room and a captain of industry (if such a thing exists in this post-industrial age), well read and erudite, a decent cook and total slut. And yes, I love her too.



“I’m going to have a shower, and you can make the dinner—I hope you got the ingredients for the dinner before your trip to the sex shop.”



“I did, and I will, Sir,” she said. “Can I bring you a second glass of wine?”



“That’s my good girl,” I said, rising. There was a drop of cum dribbling from my cock, and I squeezed it out and offered it her. Paola extended her tongue and took the drop, almost like a communicant receiving the Blessed Sacrament.



As the hot water ran over my body, I thought about how to make Paola’s fantasy a reality. It excited me, thinking of actually whoring out my little slut. But while it was all well and good to let her suck random cock, I needed to be in charge—without any skills as a pimp. I thought about the possibility of asking colleagues from the office, but that was certainly not “anonymous” enough; most of my colleagues already knew Paola for the business leader she was. And then I remembered my “poker buddies”. There was a random group.



Once a month, I play poker with five other fellows; we met at the race track a couple of summers ago and typically meet for our games in the back room of a small bar in the far reaches of Queens, not far from Aqueduct. But on at least two occasions, we’ve relocated to the home of one of the other guys; in both cases because of babysitting conflicts. The games don’t go on too late, and they’ve always been relatively low-stake. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to bring these guys to my apartment, but getting a suite at a Midtown hotel wouldn’t be out of the question. I’d make some lame excuse, and bring Paola along as the “hostess”.



I turned off the water and drew back the shower curtain. There was Paola, on her knees on the bathmat, with my next drink on a silver salver held above her head. Naturally, she was nude.



“How’s dinner coming along?” I asked, deliberately ignoring the earlier topic.



“Fine, Sir. It will be ready to be served when you’re through here.” Her eyes were lowered, and I placed my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she added.



“For what?”



“For causing you any distress,” she replied, a tear welling in her eye.



“I’m not distressed, Paola. I’m quite happy.” I wiped away the tear. “Now go get the dinner ready and I’ll be along shortly.”



She smiled at my smile. “Yes, Sir,” she said, rising and exiting the bathroom. Did I mention Paola possesses the most perfect ass? I love watching her leave a room. I also love fucking that tight, dark hole.



*




I came to the table wearing just my dressing gown, and Paola served me naked, placing my plate down before me and topping off my wine glass. Never presumptuous, the place opposite was empty, but I asked her to join me. Naturally, as befitting her general breeding and good taste, the steak was excellent, perfectly done. We ate in relative silence, only occasionally commenting about our workdays. I explained to her how it was that I came home early, and what a pleasant surprise it was to find her as I did, causing her to blush a little, in spite of all our intimacies over the years.



When I finished, I pushed back and adopted a serious mien.



“I’ve thought a lot about your comments earlier,” I started, causing her to blush again, “and I’ve decided to help you realise your fantasy.”



“Oh, no, Sir! Please! I’m so sorry!”



“Hush now, my sweet. We both know you’re a slut, and I’ve made you my whore…Isn’t that correct?”



“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.



“Well, I’ve decided it’s about time you were drenched in cum. But of course there will be certain ground rules.” I explained my idea of hosting a poker night at a hotel. Paola would act as a paid hostess, serving drinks and sandwiches in a revealing costume and eventually letting her mouth be raped by all the men there. And though I’d permit them to finger her cunt and ass, only I would be allowed to fuck her. And that would probably only be after the others left.



Paola was curiously quiet. “Well?” I asked, “does this idea have any appeal?”



Her head was lowered, and she merely nodded.



“Speak up, my love, I can’t hear you. The idea made you wet, didn’t it?”



Again, she nodded, eyes still lowered.



“Show me,” I said.



Paola reached between her legs and slid her fingers between her labia, and found that yes, she was quite wet. Raising the index and middle finger of her right hand in a sort of erotic salute for my view, I could see them glistening with her oozings.



“Lick them,” I ordered, and she did. “So, why the hesitation? Speak up.”



“It frightens me. It will be so humiliating.”



“You’ll look just like one of the dirty sluts in that video of yours. Maybe I should film you getting your mouth raped repeatedly, having your face slathered with gobs of anonymous cum. Then you could watch yourself in all your whoredom whenever you want. And so could I. Would you like that?”



She nodded her affirmation and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” I noticed her nipples were stiff and distended. My cock was stirring again, but I could wait.



“Anything for my good girl,” I said. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up and afterwards, you can get into the shower then show me your gratitude.”



Paola rose and gathered the dishes and headed to the kitchen. I could see a slime trail down the inside of her thigh and as she collected my plate, I fondled her cunt and sucked a nipple; then I offered my wet fingers to her mouth, which she hungrily licked clean.



“You’re so good to me, Sir,” she said gratefully.



“I love you, my little slut.”



*




That night I fucked Paola’s ass. After her shower, I sent her to bed and told her to “assume the position”. An hour later when I got into the room, she was kneeling on the bed, with her arms stretched out grabbing the rail of the footboard, her tits pushed into the duvet and her ass high and inviting in the air. I told her what a dirty slut she was, what a whore. I told her how disgusting it was to know that she was thinking about—wanting, craving, lusting for—a face full of sticky, stinking cum from anonymous men. She whimpered but said nothing. I jammed my fingers into her cunt and found it already moist. “You disgusting bitch,” I said, fingering her roughly, “you really can’t help yourself from becoming turned on. What a whore.”



I pulled out my hand and brought it down firmly on the pale orbs of her ass. Again and again I struck her, reddening her cheeks to a fiery crimson colour, ignoring her whimpers, moans and tears; she knew better than to complain. And of course she wouldn’t because each stroke, each slap, only excited her more. As the tender flesh of her ass was inflamed with my beating, so was her lust, her desire. Of course it had a similar effect on me: my cock was stiff and protruding lewdly, dribbling pre-cum and aching to plunge between the tight ring of muscle protecting her darkest hole. I tested her readiness by again fingering her cunt, shoving first two, then three and finally four fingers into her dripping, oozing gash. My thumb pressed roughly against the little bean of her clit, and I could feel her grasping at my fingers, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. All the while I kept up the banter of degradation, verbally abusing her for her slovenly, sluttish, whoring desires.



I withdrew my slime-covered fingers, dripping with her juices, and could see her gaping hole pucker and quiver, the muscles clutching at the air, willing me to reinsert them. But instead, I slide two into her asshole. Paola moaned deeply, the mixture of pleasure and pain singing through her whimpers. Climbing onto the bed, I looked into the mirror on the dresser immediately in front of us, and saw Paola’s face wincing with each thrust.



“Are you wet enough, bitch?” I asked, “Are you ready to get a good, hard reaming?” Paola looked up, into the mirror, into my eyes, and merely nodded. “I can’t hear you, slut,” I yelled. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked?”



“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, barely audible.



Positioning myself between her legs, I spit on her asshole and worked the saliva deep into her. Unable to resist the temptation before me, I ran the tip of my cock over her hard little clit causing her sphincter to grasp at my fingers. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I sunk my cock to the balls into her dripping slit—”Just for a little more lubrication,” I assured her. Then, spitting at her dirty hole again, I withdrew and positioned the head of my cock at the now-gaping opening and slid forward. She was tight and hot. The heat which emanated from her rosy cheeks against my groin fuelled my lust and I pounded into her, stroke after stroke as I pulled on her hips. Paola clenched the footboard tightly, and I watched the pain and emotion on her face in the mirror as I reamed her ass again and again.

“Don’t you wish you were getting your face fucked now at the same time?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you love to be sucking cock whilst getting this ass-fucking?” Paola opened her eyes and looked into mine, via the mirror. Her hair was plastered to her face with perspiration; a sheen of glistening sweat coated her entire body. I knew she was loving being pierced this way; she was responding in a frenzied way, pushing back voluntarily against my powerful strokes. I reached between her legs and grabbed her clit—so hard, so distended, so wanting. As I continued pounding her dirty hole, I tugged the clit, jerking it roughly, and could feel her beginning to orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and she gasped in air and held it as long as she could, attempting to hyperventilate to orgasm.



My own ejaculation was about to fill her ass with the rising tide of my salty semen. The balls, sweaty and slapping against her puffy labia tightened and my thigh muscles stiffened as I was about to empty into her. But I pulled back, so just the head of my cock was still inside the ring of her sphincter, and let loose with a load groan. Whether or not Paola came then as well I couldn’t tell and didn’t care. I let go of her clit and grabbed my shaft, coaxing the remnants of my ejaculate into her.



I too was coated with a sheen of perspiration when I pulled out of her with an audible “plop”, a string of cum from the slit of my cock to her asshole still connecting us.



“Push,” I ordered, “push it out.” This was an easy command to follow as I’d dumped my load right behind the opening of her pouting orifice. As I settled back on my haunches, I cupped my hand under her cunt and when she pushed, my white cum oozed out and down over her lips and onto my fingers. “Goddamn, but you’re a mess, you slut.” A beautiful mess, I added silently. When my cupped hand was filled with all that glorious cum, I bade her to turn around. “Lick it up, bitch,” I commanded and she hungrily lapped at my sticky fingers and palm with her tongue, greedily taking the spunk that had so recently spewed into her asshole. I leaned back in the bed and directed her head to my crotch, allowing her to lick my softening cock clean and suck out any residual cum. When she’d satisfied us both that I was completely voided, she looked into my eyes and placed a hand on my chest and said, “Thank you, Sir.”



We had a quick shower where I peed on her clit and let her pee into her hand—a little routine we’ve developed. Then we went to bed and spooned, my soft cock safely nestled between her still-warm ass cheeks, falling quickly asleep.



*




The next morning I began to work out the details of Paola’s first bukkake. My monthly poker “buddies” would be the perfect foils for fulfilling Paola’s dirtiest fantasy. As our next regular night wasn’t for two weeks, that gave me enough time to contact everyone and make a reservation for a suite in Midtown. The first to respond was Henry Willis, a large black man who worked for the Sanitation Department; although it had been many years since he worked “in the field” (as he so euphemistically put it), he did not have the physique of a desk-jockey. Eddie Chong, an accountant from Flushing was also available and game; he was excited by the location. Jimmy Doyle was a school superintendent from the Bronx and Hector Lopez, a wiry little immigration lawyer from Carroll Gardens were both in. I gave none of them any idea of the special treat I had in store.



When I got the final response from Hector, it was evening. Paola and I had just finished dinner and I called her into the living room. She was already naked, and I had her squat down on her haunches before me, spreading her crotch and exposing her cunt. “Put your hands behind your head,” I commanded, “and lace your fingers together.” I wanted to watch her cunt as I laid out the plan. “Five guys,” I said, “Five cocks for you.” Paola trembled slightly. “You’ll like that, won’t you?” She nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.” I described each of the guys. “We’ll each take a turn with your mouth, I imagine. That should be perfect for a cocksucker like you.” I could see Paola’s cunt begin to glisten with moisture and he nipples stiffen. “Of course we could probably all take you at once too. A cock in each hole and one in each hand. But I don’t know who’d I’d let fuck your ass and cunt—they really do belong just to me. I don’t mind sharing your mouth and face—hell, they can even abuse those pointy little tits of yours—but the ass and cunt, no. They’re mine. Isn’t that right, slut?”



“Yes, Sir.”



“But the idea does excite you. I can see it in your dirty slutty cunt now. You’re wet, aren’t you?”



“Yes, Sir.”



“Jerk your clit, baby. I want to watch a while.”



Paola lowered her arms and with one hand spread her lips wide, then began to finger her little bean. “Thank you, Sir.” Closing her eyes, she slid into reverie, holding her squatting position and careful and conscious of giving me a clear view. I found it arousing. She’s such a dirty girl, a hungry, craving, wanton slut. And I told her so. I unzipped my trousers, taking out my cock, which was already oozing pre-cum, then took one of our toys—a large black dildo with a suction-cup base—and smeared the head with my drippings. Placing the toy at the hungry mouth of her snatch, I eased it into her, setting the base firmly against the floor. I didn’t need to say more: Paola lowered herself onto the toy and began to slowly ride the thing, the fingers on her clit now moving faster as she approached orgasm. I stepped in font of her and ordered her to open her eyes as I began to stroke my cock, inches from her mouth. Her eyes were locked on the slit and I could feel her willing my cum to spurt on her face. It took significant self-control on my part not to just plug her mouth and fuck it. But I resisted. Paola licked her lips and gasped as my hand rapidly pulled my cock, swirling the pre-cum over the head, pulling the slit open for her view.



“What do you want, bitch?”



“Your cum, Sir.”



“Where do you want it, slut?”



“On my face, Sir.”



“Why, whore?”



“Because I’m a dirty slut, Sir; your dirty whore. Because I love your cum.”



“And not just mine. You can’t wait to have those other four cocks fucking your face, can you?”



“No, Sir.”



“You want to drink quarts of cum, don’t you?”



“Oh, yes, Sir. Oh yes.”



With that, Paola began to tremble and orgasm, rocking her hips frantically against the dildo, slapping her own clit with her hand. And as her mouth opened and she gasped for air, my cum spewed from the slit, arching across the synapse between my cock and her lips. I let the salty drops of spunk stay on her cheek and mouth then reached between her legs and extricated the dildo. It was covered with her slime. Telling her to put her hands behind her head again, I offered her my softening cock to suck out the remaining drops before I pulled out and inserted the dildo. She looked horrid, like a complete whore. I went and had a shower, leaving her like that. When I came back later, she was coated with her own saliva and tears, almost gagging on the dildo. Then I let her have a shower and get ready for bed.



*




We met at the hotel two days later, at lunch hour. We’d both taken the afternoon off, and had a pleasant lunch, winding down from the week’s work and getting excited about the upcoming event. Paola was wearing a conservative grey business suit, with a white silk blouse. I told her she should wear that to start during the party, but then I handed her a package from my favourite lingerie store. “I want you to wear this underneath. You’ll be able to strip down as the night goes on.” As usual, she had no panties on (it was a standing order), but I did allow her a bra for business wear. She took the package from my hand; “Open it,” I said. Inside were the tiniest pair of panties I could find: just a diaphanous triangle of black lace for her cunt, with three strings. There was also a bra, of the same fabric and cut; just two tiny black triangles that would barely conceal her nipples. I had deliberately selected black so it would be enticingly visible through her blouse. As Paola held up the lingerie, I slid my fingers between her legs, to test her wetness. My good girl was getting excited. I slid my middle finger through her slimy labia and tugged on her clit.



“Just think of all the fingers that are going to be up that cunt before the night’s over,” I said. “You can’t wait, can you?”



“No, Sir,” she said. “I’m probably going to orgasm frequently.”



“Even before you start sucking all that cock?”



“Perhaps, Sir. You know what a slut I am.”



“Yes, I do,” I said. “I might even get you to squirt for the boys.”



Paola shuddered with pleasure. “I may very well. If you’re the one that’s fingering me at the time, Sir. You know how to ‘push my button’.” She smiled, slyly.



We finished our lunch and then went up to the suite. There was a bedroom, large bath and living room with a table and chairs for the poker game. I had ordered a bar to be set up, and some trays of snacks—little sandwiches and other munchies. Paola would be serving these. I sent her in to take a bath, instructing her to pay extra attention to her cunt and ass, though I didn’t really need to of course—Paola is always meticulous in her preparations for sex. Smooth and soft and clean enough to eat, as I frequently do.



She came out of the bath naked, her cunt freshly shaved, and stood before me for inspection. Her nipples were hard as I pinched them, sending a shiver of pleasurable pain down her spine. I parted her labia and was happy to find she was moist. Her labia were puffy with anticipation. Slipping my cunt-slickened finger up her tight asshole, Paola’s nipples extended even further. I handed her a g-string to step into: it was the tiniest triangle of black lace that hardly covered her cunt. Indeed as I tugged it into place, I could almost see her distended clit hood peaking over the top of the lace. I was enjoying dressing her, and put on the bra. It was too small: her nipples stretched the flimsy fabric to the limit, her large, dark areolae were clearly visible on either side of the delicate triangles.



My cock was stiff and leaking, but there was no time. Besides, I was hoping to spill a huge load into her cunt when I finally fucked her. But that would be much later. Now I had her put on the white blouse, again, just a little snug, hugging her form. The black fabric of the tiny bra was clearly visible: she looked like a whore needing to be fucked.



The skirt I provided was very short, just barely covering her arse cheeks, and then the finally, a pair of four-inch high stiletto heals. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” I said, and she did. “How do you like it?”



“I look like a whore,” she smiled.



“Today you are, baby. Daddy’s little cum-slut is going pro. Now sit down and relax until I call for you. Think about the fat cocks that will be fucking your mouth; think about all the cum you’ll get to drink.”



“I doubt that will be very relaxing,” she demurred.



With that there was a knock at the door to the suite, and I closed the bedroom door behind me and let in Henry and Eddie. Just as I was about the close the door the elevator down the hall opened and Jimmy and Hector stepped out. “Good,” I called, “we’re all here.”



When they were in the room, Hector asked what the special occasion was. “Oh,” I said, “I just thought we’d do something interesting for a change. Spice things up.”



“This kip up must have set you back a few bob,” Jimmy said.



“I had a good month,” I replied, “thought I’d spread the wealth.”



The guys sat around the card table and I broke open two new packs of cards. “Anybody want a drink?” I asked as I began to shuffle and deal out the first hand.



“Sure,” said Henry as he began to get up.



“Sit,” I said, “it’s covered.” I clapped my hands and the bedroom door opened and Paola came into the room. Four pairs of eyes turned to her, and four chins dropped at the sight as I dealt out the remaining cards.



“Miss P, our guests would like something to drink,” I said as nonchalantly as possible, although my heart was pounding in my chest to see my little bitch about to begin her “service”, benign as it was.



“Yes, Sir,” she said approaching the table. “What will you gentlemen have?” she asked. Jimmy wasn’t shy, maybe he quickly assessed the situation: “I wouldn’t mind a taste of you,” he said.



“To drink, Sir” Paola retorted, adding somewhat cryptically, “It’s early yet.”



“Scotch rocks, then,” Jimmy replied and the other added their orders. They all looked at me questioningly, and I kept my best poker face attempting to give away nothing yet. When each of the men were served, Paola stood before me asking, “And what will be your pleasure, Sir?”



“A Pinot Grigio, Miss P., if you please.”



“It’s always my pleasure to serve you, Sir,” she said, smiling, as she walked to the bar. When she put my drink on the coaster next to me, I picked up a five-dollar chip and offered it to her between two fingers. “I don’t suppose you have any pockets in that outfit, do you?” I asked.



“No, Sir. But I’ll make do.” Paola took the chip and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, sliding the chip into her bra, just over the left nipple. The fellows watched in rapt attention, and Hector squirmed a little in his seat. I could only imagine that his cock was stiffening and needed readjustment.



Henry quickly won the first two hands, though the play wasn’t as nimble and lively as usual. There were long pauses as all heads turned in unison watching Paola strut around the table. When Jimmy’s drink was finished, Paola went to him and bent over, to whisper in his ear, allowing those behind her a full view of her arse and those before her a good look down her blouse. Jimmy whispered something in reply and Paola went back to the bar, telling him he was naughty as she got him another drink. This time Jimmy tipped her as well, with a ten-dollar chip, that she slipped into the other cup of her bra.



Eddie’s drink was also wanting, and Paola fetched him another. He had the ten-dollar chip ready even before the drink was poured and he looked at us saying, “I wonder where she’s going to put this one?” I wondered as well, but without missing a beat, Paola slid the chip under her skirt and into her g-string. We played a few more hands, but it was obvious to all by then that the game was not progressing with the distraction. It was my turn to deal again and I mentioned to Paola that Hector wasn’t having very good luck this evening.



“Why don’t you go and blow on his cards, Miss P.?” I suggested.



“Just his cards, Sir?” Paola replied, coyly.



I dealt the cards and Paola stood behind Hector, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and chest and when he had his full hand, she bent down and blew onto his cards, allowing her hands to slide across his lap. From the way Hector moved in his chair I could tell that Paola was squeezing his erection. His face was practically smothered between her breasts.



“Shit, man,” Henry said, “it’s getting hot in here.”



“Yes,” I added. “Very hot. Don’t you think so, Miss P.”



“I do, Sir,” Paola answered, and straightened up and unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it aside. “That’s better,” she said.



“Not for me,” Eddie said.



“Then allow me to help,” Paola said, going to him. He turned in his chair and she unbuttoned his shirt, and began to lick his nipples as she removed the shirt from his shoulders. Gradually sinking to her knees, she licked down his to the belly until she got to his belt buckle. We could all see Eddie’s cock pushing the fabric of his trousers towards the girl’s throat.



“Still hot?” she asked. Eddie could only nod his head in ascent. “Perhaps if you took off your trousers,” she suggested, undoing his belt and lowering the zipper.



Eddie stood up and allowed his trousers to fall to the floor. His stiff cock was protruding from the fly of his boxers. This was the moment of truth, the moment Paola desired, the moment I’d been waiting for: to see my little slut prostitute herself.



“Oh my,” Paola said, wrapping her fingers around his erection. “It’s leaking.” With that she extended her tongue to just graze the tip of his cock, before sliding his hard rod between her sweet lips.



“Sweet mother,” Jimmy said, standing and undoing his trousers. He already had an erection and drop his briefs as well, standing next to Paola’s face, stroking it. She turned to look and reached out for his cock, abandoning Eddie and slurping Jimmy into her mouth. Eddie just stepped back and removed the rest of his clothes then sat on the sofa and slowly stroked himself as he watched.



It was my turn to join the fray, and take control of the situation. I took Eddie’s seat at the card table and turned the chair outward to the action. “Miss P.,” I said, harshly, “you’re a very naughty girl.” Paola stopped bobbing her head up and down Jimmy’s cock. “Come here and assume the position.”



Reluctantly, Paola released Jimmy, a trail of saliva and pre-cum drooping from his cock to her lips. She lost no time lying across my lap and I raised her skirt and brought my hand sharply across her arse. “You’re a slut,” I said, smacking her again. Jimmy, Henry and Hector joined Eddie on the sofa, unconscious of each other, all eyes fixed on Paola’s rapidly reddening arse. “Such a dirty, whorish slut,” I added.



“I know, Sir,” she whimpered through her tears, “I can’t help it. I love to suck cock.”



“Don’t be harsh, dude,” Hector said, “she’s only doing what she loves.”



I stuck two fingers into her dripping cunt. “And look at this,” I cried in mock amazement, turning her bottom for the guys to see, “Her cunt is dripping wet! Have you ever seen such a dirty cock-sucking slut?”



“Thank you, Sir,” Paola directed at Hector. “I’m only doing what I love, Sir. Please don’t spank me anymore.”



“Shut up, bitch,” I said. “There’s only one way to treat a cock-sucker like you. Like the slut you are.”



“Sweet Jesus,” Henry said, raising. He was still completely dressed, but also erect, his cock making an impressive tent is his trousers. “Let me teach her.” Henry exposed his rod, which was massive, at least eight-inches long and as broad as Paola’s wrist. “Come here, bitch,” he barked, “I’m going to fuck your face.” I released Paola and helped her to her feet, taking the skirt off before she stumbled across the room to where Henry stood. She knelt before him and reached out for his huge tool, but he told her to grab her ankles and not say a word. Grabbing the back of her head he plunged his big black cock between her lips until his balls were slapping her chin.



“You want cock,” he said, “You got cock.” He began to pound into her head, oblivious to her gagging and struggling, but I noticed that she didn’t dare release the grip on her ankles. The other three were naked now and stood in a circle around my delicious little bitch as her mouth was repeatedly raped. I was behind her, and undid the hooks of her bra, allowing it to fall forward. The two chips that had been hidden there bounced to the floor and I tossed them onto my pile on the table.



Henry’s pounding was relentless and I was surprised and impressed at how well Paola handled it. She wasn’t gagging now, but accepting all the meat down her throat with every thrust. I decided to urge him on, so said, “A bitch like this doesn’t deserve a mouthful of cum, man. You should dump it on her face, Henry.” The other joined in. “Yeah, Hank, spill your load on her face.” “That’s what the slut deserves.” “Pump it, man, pump it.”



This had the effect I was hoping for and Henry was getting close to busting his nut. “Go for it man, give her the facial,” I prompted. I felt like the evil angel on his shoulder, putting thoughts of debauchery into his head.

It would be difficult to find two neighbours who hated and despised each other more than Synna Mohammed and Pamela Williams. And yet the two women shared many similar attributes. They were both proud and fiercely loyal to their family. They were both extremely attractive (though both had seen better days, Synna was 35 and Pamela 41). And both had hair trigger tempers and held a grudge.



Synna was a Pakistani woman whose husband had a chain of corner shops, she lived with her two teenage sons, her husband and his two brothers and their wives. Pamela had a son and daughter one 21 and the other 19, both had left home, her husband Norman was a travelling sales rep. She was a bubbly blonde with a huge bust she was immensely proud of and loved to show off in skimpy bikinis.



To begin with both women and families had got on OK. Yes they were from different cultures but they steered clear of the other and got on with their lives. Pamela was a bit of a racist but managed to bite her tongue pretty well and not say anything daft. Synna was guilty of judging Pamela a blonde bimbo based purely on her looks and her outfits but again she just smiled at her neighbour and said hello. There was no bother. That all changed when Synna caught her oldest son, Amir, masturbating while staring out the bedroom window, as she reprimanded him and launched into a scathing verbal assault she glanced out the window and saw what it was that had affected her son so much. It was a bright warm, sunny day and Pamela lay in her back yard topless getting a real tan. Synna was outraged and forgot all about Amir and stormed downstairs and before she had taken a moment to think she was standing on a chair and leaning over the tall fence that separated their back gardens.



“Hey you!” she called out, her accent reverting to a more native Pakistani away from her more refined one with every angry moment that passed.



It had been a bad day for Pamela. She had had blazing rows with both her husband and her daughter, Kelly. Then she had spent over an hour sorting out an issue with her bank on the phone, much to her frustration. So she had come out to the back yard to top up her tan, have a couple of beers and try to escape from all these hassles in her life. And now her next door neighbour was making a hell of a racket and seemed to be invading her garden! Pam got up in a rage and stormed over to where Synna was yelling, the blonde was not happy and with the drink imbibed in no mood to mind her language.



“What the fuck are you shouting at? I’m trying to relax out here!”



Pamela’s pretty face twisted into ugliness as it turned red berating her neighbour.



“Relax! What by showing your whore body to the neighbourhood? Have you no shame? Put them away woman and stop corrupting minds!”



Pam was proud of her body and straightened her back so her breasts stood up even more, pointing at Synna.



“Whore! Whore! Don’t you call me a fucking whore you cheeky fucking Paki!”



Pam had tried so hard not to be racist in public up to then though she had thought it but now all self control was gone and she did not even try to stop her offensive words.



Synna was shocked. She had suffered racist abuse in the shop from drunks before but to be spoken to like that in her own garden was intolerable. She spat on Pamela in disgust and once more insulted her.



“You racist slut. I always said you were nothing but white trash!”



And with the red mist having truly descended over both their eyes the blonde reached up and grabbed Synna’s long, dark hair and hauled her surprised neighbour over the fence and unceremoniously into her garden.



They then had a small, wild catfight which Pamela won with ease. She was the bigger woman with a considerable height and weight advantage and being topless made no odds to her as she physically dominated Synna (including stripping her of her top) and finished by shoving her defeated neighbour to the grass where she landed in a fresh dog shit from Pamela’s pet, Rover. That inspired Synna to get up one last time but was greeted with Pam’s big breasts and she easily pushed Synna’s face between them and smothered her with them as the Asian woman flailed before giving up.



Inevitably, after that day things escalated into full on hatred between the two women and their feud really took off.



It was mean and petty and spiteful but at every opportunity they sought to inconvenience or annoy the other. Their families were aware of it and, of course, backed their woman but no one other than Pamela and Synna got directly involved. They cursed at each other regularly, swore and called each other the worst names imaginable but they never again came to physical blows. They gossiped with their friends and spread scurrilous rumours about the other – all unsubstantiated of course. They had had that confrontation and Pamela had decisively won and both knew it. It ate at Synna but she knew any repeat would have the same result and she would not allow that. But it burrowed at her soul knowing she had lost to the blonde. Pam, meanwhile, took every opportunity to allude to that afternoon and remind her rival of her humiliation



One year after the spat that ignited the neighbours war the status quo changed. Synna had become more and more obsessed with her neighbour, looking for anything that she could use against her. It was a dangerous obsession and she was in danger of it taking her over completely. It even got to the stage where when Synna finished her shopping at the local supermarket and found herself a couple of cars back from Pamela’s she followed her out and when Pam didn’t go the normal route she still kept following her. Synna was actually contemplating vandalising the bitch’s car once it was stopped but when Pamela parked outside a house in a leafy street she thought better of it and was going to just leave it when she saw Pam met at the front door by a young man then go in. Curiosity piqued, Synna parked up and took her camera and headed back down the street to see what she could see. It was a long shot but she got lucky. Hearing voices at the back she entered the garden next to the house and sneaked her way around, ignoring the stupidity of her own actions. And there, looking over the wall that separated the two houses she got more evidence than she could ever have dreamed of. Out back Pamela was once again nude in a garden, but this time not her own and this time she was not sunbathing. Rather she was on her knees and sucking the young man’s cock. And as Synna excitedly snapped picture after picture on her digital camera and zoomed in on him it dawned on her that the man was Michael, Pamela’s daughter Kelly’s husband!



A million thoughts swept through the Asian woman’s head but she just continued to snap away as Pamela stripped the man naked and then dragged him into the house. They were so brazen because Kelly was away on a hen night with one of her friends. Pamela had been carrying on with her son-in-law for a couple of months now and enjoying his insatiable desires despite the inherent risks. She led Michael up his own stairs to the bedroom in anticipation of a good, hard fuck.



Synna stood for a moment then made her mind up. She had to get more footage! She hopped the wall unseen and sneaked to the house and, checking the windows, entered through the sliding garden doors. Once in the house she heard their love making upstairs and carefully ascended with camera at the ready. Once on the landing and having ascertained what room they were in Synna set the camera to it’s video mode and carefully peered round the door to record the illicit lovers. She was lucky. They were too into each other to notice the door move. Pamela was on her back with legs spread wide getting a good seeing to and Synna was able to capture it beautifully from behind. Then Pam rolled over and was on top and again Synna got that footage until Michael came with a series of grunts and moans deep inside his mother in law. Synna sensed it was time to make herself scarce and headed down and out and was back in her car in less than a minute. Her hands were shaking and she checked the pictures and footage she had taken and then drove home with plans and plots ablaze in her mind.



*



It was a week before Pamela discovered that her affair with her son-in-law had been discovered by her neighbour. Synna had managed to take her time and formulate plans and plots for how she intended to take her revenge on the blonde and for that week she occupied her mind with little else. She felt that any attempt to speak to her in person would degenerate into insults before she had made her position of strength clear. So she sent an email to her neighbour. An email with two attachments, the first the best of Synna’s photographs that clearly showed Pamela fucking her daughters husband and the second was a short video file of the same. There was no chance of mistaking either participant. The message sent with the email was equally unambiguous:



“Dear Bitch, these pictures and film (plus plenty more) will be sent to your husband and daughter unless you come round to my house tonight at eight o’clock. If you do not show I will send the mail at five past and believe me it will be my pleasure to ruin your life. Synna (the ‘Aki’ next door).”



In some senses Synna hoped that her rival did not read the email in time and she didn’t even have a warning as her loved ones discovered her wretched behaviour but on the other hand the thought of taking her time to dominate and punish the blonde tart was equally appealing.



*



Pamela had picked the email up from her phone and, somewhat bemused (and concerned at the message) had hurried home to open the attachments. Her heart sunk when she saw what they were. A million questions came to her. How had she got them? What did she want? Would she follow through with her threat? Pam considered these and many more but in the end she had to believe Synna was serious in her threat to expose her. Their feud had been ongoing for too long for reason or compassion to be part of any arguments. All she had open to her was to turn up next door at the demanded time and do whatever was asked of her – however much that stuck in the proud blondes throat.



She dressed down for the visit next door. Wearing a long skirt and a pretty casual jumper that showed little flesh. Flat shoes and hair pulled back and no make up completed her penitent look and it was a far from normal Pamela in terms of looks and attitude that stood at her neighbours door at five to eight that night and nervously press the door buzzer.



Synna made her wait there for the full five minutes. Pamela even had to ring the bell a second time (even though she really didn’t want to, not wanting to antagonise Synna further). When she did finally open the door and greet her visitor it was apparent that the wait had been deliberate.



“I told you eight o’clock. Are you such a dumb bimbo that you can’t even tell the time correctly?”



Pamela curled her fists up but managed to bite her tongue given what was at stake.



“No. I just thought I should come early.”



“That’s not the answer I wanted, I think you’ll find that you are a dumb, blonde, air-headed bimbo that is so dense they cannot tell the time, aren’t you?”



It was a test. Both knew it and inevitably it was Pamela who had to back down.



“Sorry. Yes, I’m so dumb I can’t tell the time correctly. I’m sorry, I’m a ditsy, bimbo.”



Synna smiled and stood back to bade her visitor to enter. But as Pamela strode forward the smaller woman put out her arm to stop her.



“Where are you going with those? Take them off, I don’t want your filth in my house!”



She pointed to Pamela’s shoes and demanded the blonde remove them. After watching Pamela remove her shoes she then led her through into the main sitting room. Pamela was taken aback that Synna’s entire household was in attendance. She looked at Synna, unnerved. Synna smiled back.



“Unlike some families, we do not keep secrets. They do not know the details but they do know that you are now greatly in my debt and that you will do anything to please me. Is that not correct?”



What could the blonde say? She was trapped and knew it. She supposed she had known the Paki bitch would be so spiteful but there and then, faced with having to obey her it was a real choker. How she desperately wanted to pick her up and smash her face in right then but instead she had to settle for a meek, timid, nod of obedience.



“Now would you look at that! I make you take off your shoes and there, I have not cleaned my own. Perhaps you will do the honours?”



The request was so smarmy and fake that Pamela wanted to throw up but she dropped to her knees and used the sleeve of her jumper to rub at the patent shoes. Synna swiftly kicked her arm off.



“Not like that you idiot! I do not want your cheap rag cleaning my shoes! You will bend down there and clean both, fully with your worthless tongue!”



“No way bitch! No chance! I am not doing that!”



Synna smirked and looked at her oldest son.



“Umar. Go and get my laptop.”



She looked down at her rival and was heartened by the defeat in her bright blue eyes. Pam reached her hand out and tugged on Synna’s outfit.



“OK! OK! Sorry! I’ll do it. See. Look! I’ll lick your shoes Synna! Please!”



What gratification Synna had as she looked down and viewed the blonde slut on her hands and knees licking her shoes in front of her family. She smiled proudly at her husband, her sons and her sisters in law.



“That is better bimbo. But do not test my patience again or I will not be so forgiving. Next time you do as I tell you without question. Do not stop, you still have my soles to clean. I do hope that I haven’t trod on any of that mess your dog so regularly leaves on the pavement outside our house.”



Pamela nearly gagged at the thought but continued to lick at the footwear and when Synna lifted her shoe to present the sole to her she closed her eyes and licked at then too. It was s sign of her submission whether coerced or not.



“You are in my debt are you not?”



Pamela stayed on her knees before Synna and nodded.



“And how do you propose to pay that debt bitch? It is hard to see what you can bring me. Cleaning my shoes is hardly enough I feel, is it.”



Pam really did not know how to answer this. Knowing her neighbour’s reputation for liking money she appealed to that first.



“I can pay you……”



She got no further as Synna reached down, took a handful of blonde hair in her hand and wit the other delivered a hard slap right across Pamela’s face.



“I do not need your racist money! You stupid bitch!”



Pamela wanted so desperately to knock that smile of the Paki bitch’s face but doubted with her family present that she could and besides the hold she had over her was inescapable for the moment. Instead the blonde dropped her eyes and mumbled a pathetic sounding apology.



“You should be sorry. But no what I thought was that in exchange for our silence in the matter to anyone outside this house and on the agreement that in one weeks time I shall give you the evidence I have gathered you will agree to totally do my bidding for the intervening period. Complete obedience. Do you understand and agree to my terms?”



Pamela nodded, realising that she had little choice in the matter.



“Good. In that case you will start your service for us tonight. Take off your cheap clothes and put this on, it will show you place here in my home.”



Synna dropped a skimpy, frilly French maid’s fantasy outfit on the carpet next to Pamela. The blonde picked it up incredulously. It was clearly one of the party kind that were sold in Synna’s husband’s shops for a laugh.



“Cheap and nasty, huh? Should suit you perfectly then. Go on, hurry up and get into it, I’ve got some chores for you.”



Pamela looked around but it seemed that wherever she looked there was an Asian pair of eyes on her. She looked up at Synna pretty desperate for some way out of doing this.



“What are you waiting for slut? You are not usually so slow to undress in full view of everyone in your garden, are you? Come on, get those grubby clothes on and wear your new uniform. Come, on, all of it, a slut like you does not need underwear, do you?”



Hassled and harried Pamela stood up and thought, ‘fuck it, I’ve got a better body than any of these cunts’ and undressed completely revealing firstly her impressive, tanned bust then her shaven pussy to the assembled group. Making sure they all had a good look she picked up the uniform and squeezed herself into it. It was at least two sizes too small.



“You look exactly what you are bitch – a cheap and nasty slut!”



Synna hissed this as she circled her blonde neighbour, jealous of her incredible figure but that just adding to her hatred for her. And annoyingly the blonde was starting to get a little comfortable, getting some confidence, her being forced to strip here and being insulted was not as humiliating as Synna had expected. Still that was just the beginning, it was time to take the bitch down a couple of more pegs.



“So now you are dressed as the servant you can start your chores. First, I think my feet need cleaning. Wash them with your tongue.”



The Pakistani woman had kicked off her licked shoes and presented her bare, brown feet as she pushed Pamela by the shoulder once again to her knees. Reluctantly the blonde opened her mouth and sucked and licked on her enemy’s feet. She sucked each toe at a time before Synna pushed all of them into her mouth at once and Pam gagged on it. Synna laughed then grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled Pam through to her bathroom by it. She released her right by the toilet bowl.



“Clean it!”



Bad enough but when Pam asked for a brush or some wipes a devilish smile cross the Asian’s face.



“You have your tongue bitch. You are quick enough to use it to insult me now you will use it to clean my toilet.”



It was gross. The whole family used this toilet and Pamela felt sick at the thought of all those Paki’s pissing and shitting in it but no amount of begging or pleading could change Synna’s mind. It was either do what she said or prepare for her secret affair with her son-in-law to be revealed and they both knew Pamela could not afford that. So it was with a defeated and heavy heart that the busty blonde knelt up and slowly lowered her head into the porcelain bowl and tentatively began to lick at the edge and the rim.



She tried to put her mind somewhere else as she did this degrading task, tried to block out what it was she was actually doing. But that was hard with Synna standing over her the whole time, taking pictures and making various comments.



“Oh my the men of this house are so useless, see how they have missed the bowl and hit the edges, make sure you lick it all clean bitch. Make sure each of this filthy, yellow stains is gone.”



Pam kept her head down and did it, all the time dreaming of some way she could wreak her revenge on Synna. For now though she had nothing and just had to do it. After that was done she had to do some ‘normal’ cleaning, wiping and dusting the large house – it was more cleaning that she did in her own! When she was done Synna made Pam crawl out the back into the garden. It was dark now so no chance of her being spotted like this by anybody and led her out to a large garden shed.



Synna explained.



“The men of the house want to use you as well, I won’t be staying to watch!”



She knocked at the door and moved back to the house as the door opened and Synna’s husband opened the door and dragged the blonde in.



It was a long, large shed with a dirty, wooden floor. There were four men in there and Pamela was pulled over on her knees until she knelt there surrounded by them.



“Tell me you racist white slut, have you ever heard of a bukkake?”



Pam had seen enough hardcore porn in her time to know what it was and she nodded.

Clea sat slumped against the door to the Warchief’s throne room, her pale hands fidgeting with her armor. She had been forced to stay outside, to her great dismay. The sound of her queen and the Warchief mating rang loud in her ears, and she wouldn’t doubt that the whole center of Orgrimmar could hear the two (Sylvanas especially). A tinge of anger flashed through her. She had wished to mate with the new orc leader to, and now here she was, sitting outside the very door which held her queen being ravaged by the giant orc. Her anger was quickly replaced by jealousy as the Dark Lady’s wails of pleasure continued to assault her ears. With each scream Clea would mutter a curse, but despite this she couldn’t help but find herself with her ear pressed against the very door blocking her from from the dick she craved. She listened intently to what could only be described as her queen being destroyed by the large orc’s magnificent cock. She could hear every slap his balls made as they pounded against her, every degrading insult he threw at her, and every pitiful moan she responded to him with. She was about ready to leave the building and find an orc of her own to fuck, when her ears caught wind of a sound other than the screeches of her mistress. Her long ears picked up the sound of footsteps strolling towards her area. Feet which belonged to an orc no doubt. Clea’s purple lips curved into a smile as her hands went to work on making herself look appetizing. She propped up her sizeable breasts and pulled her tight leggings down to a tantalizing length on her hips just as two orcs stepped up in front of her. Clea licked her lips and twirled a strand of her dark blue hair, her gaze filled with a predatorial hunger.



“Hello, boys.”



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Sylvanas’ teeth dug into her cum-covered lips as the thick brown shaft of the Warchief pounded down on her from above. She was on the ground, bent into an unnatural C shape with her waist in the air and her upper half on the ground. The large brown orc was humping into her bent form, his rock-hard pole slamming down into her asshole over and over. He was going slow, but the orc made sure to put all of his power into each and every thrust. This was evident each time his shaft hilted itself inside of the undead woman’s ass, as each energy-filled thrust caused a moan to escape past her clenched teeth. Her face wore an angry mask which occasionally shifted to a look of immense satisfaction. She didn’t want to have sex with the idiotic orc chieftain, but she loved cock, and at times she couldn’t help but let that be known. Reaching up, she cupped her bouncing blue orbs with her petite hands and squeezed, letting out a seductive half-fake, half-real moan of pleasure. Garrosh increased his efforts upon seeing this, his muscles straining even further as he prepared to spit on her face again. This time, however, the Dark Lady opened her mouth and caught the flying saliva in her mouth and swallowed it, before shooting him a wicked grin. His reaction almost made her want to laugh, but instead she did something else; With her grin widening, and with the Warchief’s thick brown cock lodged inside of her tiny blue rump, she clenched the muscles wrapped around the orc’s shaft. The muscles in her ass squeezed and milked his cock, forcing Garrosh to utter a curse at her before he could no longer hold back the tidal wave of cum yearning to be unleashed within the Forsaken queen’s ass. As the Warchief’s plundering cock hosed the insides of her ass out with sticky white goo, Sylvanas bit her puffy lips and moaned, her eyes rolling back slightly in a fit of ecstasy. She loved having her insides painted with the sticky seed of a male, and Garrosh was doing a great job of appeasing that pleasure.



When the large orc was finished unloading his seed in her, he stood up, allowing the queen’s thin blue legs to fall down onto the ground. The Dark Lady looked up at the orc to find him walking towards her, his wet, semi-hard cock waving back and forth as he walked. Sylvanas sat up as the Warchief planted his legs on either side of her body, ready to suck, but was met with a slap to the face by the orc’s large sac.



“Leave everything to me,” he said, grabbing the back of her head. With one hand wrapped around his cum covered phallus, he pressed it’s head against the undead queen’s lips.



“Open wide Banshee slut.”



Sylvanas’ tongue slithered out from her mouth to the underside of the shaft pressed against her lips, licking the cum off of it and tasting herself in the process. The orc leader didn’t allow her time to suck him off at her own pace, however, and instead decided to take things into his own, thick hands. Using the hand on her head he pushed his cock past her uninviting purple lips, along the length of her wet tongue and down her throat. He pressed her down on his cock until her face was mashed against his unshaven groin and held her like that for what would seem like an eternity to an average, or living, girl. To the Banshee Queen his cock was almost childs-play. Not only had she had cocks far bigger than his, but she no longer needed to breathe either, allowing her to deepthroat whenever necessary.



Garrosh did not like that she didn’t respond with a frenzy of coughing and sputtering, so instead of simply forcing her to deepthroat his cock he decided to pound her face like he pounded her rear-end. Wrapping his other hand around her skull and withdrawing his cock from her mouth, he used both of his hands to plunge it back in again. This time, however, he didn’t hold her down on his shaft and instead withdrew from her mouth before thrusting back in for a third time. He kept at this for a good ten minutes, his shaft sliding in and out of the undead beauty’s mouth whilst she tried to work him over with her tongue. His large ungentle hands were tangled in her hair and he would occasionally rain spit down on her from above, though he was starting to think that she enjoyed the shower. She was undead after all, and he imagined that they must have some rather disturbing fetishes which extended farther than just being spit on.



The orc didn’t like the woman who’s lips were wrapped around his shaft but he had to admit that she was an amazing fuck and she certainly knew how to use her tongue. He knew he was going to cum soon, but that didn’t worry him. Ever since the human mage he had fucked a week prior – Lady Proudmoore – had given him that potion to increase the size of his manhood he found himself being able to cum multiple times without needing a break. He didn’t like the human and he refused to deal with her, but he was certainly glad that she had given him that potion.



Looking down to the sight of his shaft stuffing the Banshee queen’s face, he found that she was actively playing with her blueberry colored breasts as if she enjoyed the cock stuffed down her throat.



The Dark Lady did indeed enjoy the cock filling her mouth and roughly fucking her face, but she also knew that the newly appointed Warchief was trying to show her who was the boss in this new Horde. Lucky enough for her, however, Jaina told her weeks before about her own encounter with the Warcief and how she had given him a potion to increase his performance. She knew of what it did and how it would allow the large orc to fuck her and cum in or on her enough times to ensure that she herself would tire out before he did. Sylvanas had a trick up her sleeve though. A trick which would ensure that the brown orc would tire out much sooner than she would.



All Dark Rangers know a set of basic abilities taught during training, however the knowledge of these spells can be manipulated into new spells, or just used to enhance the original spells. All Dark Rangers have the ability to drain life, but Sylvanas, the first and most powerful ranger, devised a way to use that same spell, albeit slightly altered, to drain the stamina out of sexual partners. She learned how to do this more than ten years prior when she allowed the Dreadlords inhabiting Lordaeron to gangbang her. She hasn’t used it since.



The Banshee Queen’s tongue slithered along the length of the Warchief’s shaft, and if the dim witted orc could see inside of her maw he would spy a faint green glow filling the blackness of the vampiric undead beauty’s mouth. As Garrosh pumped his hips back and forth against the blue woman’s face, as his megaton sac filled with more than a cup of white gooey cum slapped over and over into her throat, as his glove-like hand gripped her head and pulled at the roots of her blonde hair, his precious stamina was being drained. The source? Sylvanas’ purple cum sucking lips, or, more specifically, her snake-like tongue.



Garrosh’s climax drew upon him like the Grim Reaper hovering above a soldier wounded on the battlefield, exhaustion wished to overtake him. The reaper would not get him now though, Miss Proudwhore’s potion would make sure of that. He joined the hand on the Banshee Queen’s head with his other before pressing down as hard as he could. The undead Queens head slammed down on his cock until her nose was tangled in a mess of black pubic hair. Her tongue slobbered out of her mouth, finding little room to be had. It squeezed past her purple lips and the cock in her mouth until it found its home grasping desperately to the underside of the newly appointed Warchief’s balls which were busy pumping an alarming amount of salty cum down her throat and into her gullet.



The thick, gooey substance clogged her throat and filled her mouth until it spilled and dribbled out of both her nose and the tiny room left inbetween her lips. When the orc finally let go of her head and slid his ridiculously slimey cock from her cum-drenched maw he panted and gripped her head again before planting his semi-hard cock on Sylvanas’ face, as if for a short rest break. It was big enough to block her vision and it smeared cum all over her face and hair. She couldn’t speak as cum still clogged her throat, however she knew that Garrosh was much too tired to continue.



Reaching one hand up above her head, she grasped the orc’s hand and lifted it from her before standing slowly, allowing the cum plastered dick to slide along her face before flopping off.



She swallowed.



“Why don’t you lay down dear Warchief, you seem… Exhausted. Utterly.” The right ride of her mouth curved into a smirk upon saying this, bearing her teeth which still had bit of sticky spunk stuck in them.



The Warchief did not understand why he was so tired. The human slut’s potion should have prevented this from happening. He would not have minded as much if it had worn off while he was in the middle of treating the Blood Elven ambassador to a dinner of orcish meat like he so often did, but that was not the case. It had worn off while fucking the Forsaken Queen, and she was much different than a fragile elf girl with an orc fetish.



“Maybe I drained too much energy,” she pondered, not bothering to lower her voice.



“I don’t want you to have a heart attack. Your death would almost certainly be blamed on me.



Lay down.”



Garrosh’s mind did not register her words, but he was exhausted and he quickly found himself stumbling towards his throne. The tired orc warrior plopped down onto it, his cock now soft but still glistening with cum and the Banshee Queen’s saliva.



“Yes you really do look exhausted. Let Sylvie take care of you.” A wicked grin spread across her face and her red fiery eyes flared up like a fire being fed gasoline. Sauntering over to the throne, she sat her naked rump down on the exhausted orcs lap and placed her slender legs on either side of him before wrapping one hand around his cock. She jerked him off until he was hard again, cum and spit acting as a slimey lubricant. After she had gotten him hard she lifted herself up and, with proper positioning, speared herself on his erect rod. They both groaned and Garroshs heart began to pound even faster as the undead beauty ontop of him took it upon herself to bounce her body up and down. For the next half hour or so Sylvanas’ constricting cunt acted as a sheathe to Garrosh’s worn out manhood. The dark queen seized to relent and never once slowed down her efforts. She enjoyed having her inner depths filled with the orc’s reddish-brown meat. It penetrated her like a Goblin jackhammer and she loved the feeling of his arrow-like cockhead tearing up her sweet pussy. However, she was not after her own pleasure. Again, like a Goblin jackhammer, the orc would soon explode. He would fill her purple cunt with whatever cream he had left in the large deflated sac hanging between his legs. And then, she would win.



“A relatively easy victory with the knowledge of Jaina’s potion,” she thought, blonde hair flowing wildly around her as she bounced.



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



The sounds of Sylvanas’ body as it came crashing down on the Warchief’s dick rang loud within the room.



“Too bad Thrall left. Our sessions were so much more interesting than this.” Her eyes locked on the orc’s eyes whom she was riding.



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



“I believe Gallywix is next on my list of leaders to visit. How dreadful. Might as well fuck a slimey frog.”



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



Garrosh tensed and gripped the sides of his chair, a low groan escaping his lips. His body pushed up as his balls contracted and sent the last reserves of his supply of cum shooting up into the Banshee Queen’s milking snatch. His heart beat fast and when his balls were dry and the woman’s pussy filled with a cream filling he slouched down and passed out, his shaft quickly softening within Sylvanas’ creamy cunt.



The Dark Lady climbed off of him and dressed without hesitation, applying her tight fitting armor to her taut body. Before making for the closed door she smirked and, picking up her pair of see-through Forsaken panties, through them ontop of Garrosh’s bald head.



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The last drop of orcish cum splattered across Clea’s face right as Sylvanas Windrunner stepped out of the Warchief’s chamber. The undead queen was only mildly surprised, and her presence caused the two orcs to quickly scamper away.



“I see you’ve made friends with the locals.”



Clea licked her lips, catching a sizable amount of sticky cum before pulling it into her mouth and swallowing.



“They came onto me,” Clea replied, using her middle finger to wipe a glob of cum from her left eye and smiling.



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The two undead ladies had no where to stay when they first set foot into the dusty city of Orgrimmar, but by the end of the day an old orc warrior named Varok Saurfang had given them lodging free of charge. They would not be staying for long though, as they were leaving in the morning for Gallywix’s Pleasure Palace in Azshara. The old orcs house was bigger than the average peon’s house, but not very big overall. Never-the-less Clea soon found herself wandering to pass the time. Sylvanas always did say that she was impatient. The house was oddly quiet, besides the crackling of a fire. Not even her footsteps were audible due to her training, but the silence was oddly suspicious. Perhaps the old orc worked for the Burning Legion, an evil cult comprised of orcs which lurked underneath Orgrimmar.



Clea made her way to what she assumed was the orc’s – Saurfang’s – room. Something about the area felt odd, but she opened the sturdy wooden door anyways. As soon as she opened it a blast of noise assaulted her pointed white ears. The sounds of a woman shrieking, of low guttural grunts, a repeating slapping noise, and of satisfied groans. Clea’s quick eyes scanned the room. The red fire of her eyes first settled upon Sylvanas and the old orc rutting on top of the bed. The undead queen had her back arched downwards so as to push her ass up, but the pose also gave Clea a nice view of her pretty face. A blissful look of satisfaction was painted across her features and her teeth bit down deep into her purple lips, drawing a small amount of blood. The old orc was squatting down and humping into her from behind into what she assumed was the Dark Lady’s asshole. Her eyes quickly settled onto a human figure laying vertical on the bed with her head upside down and hanging off of the furniture piece. A small pool of either cum or saliva was in her mouth and her face and hair was also spattered with white goo. She quickly identified the human woman as Jaina Proudmoore from the tiny Horde and Alliance tattoos upon her sizable pair of tits. Her eyes finally fell upon a black and white spotted Tauren girl upon the floor. She had her ass up with her tail covering both of her holes, but Clea could still see a trail of cum leaking out and forming a small puddle upon the floor. She also spotted the word “SLUT” crudely branded upon her ass. The Tauren’s tongue lolled out of her mouth into what appeared to be a puddle of saliva and orc cum. The Dark Ranger’s eyes finally settled upon Sylvanas again who was busy having her ass reamed by the large old orc.



“Saurfang must have had this room enchanted with some kind of spell to prevent sound from escaping it,” Clea thought.



“Why am I never invited to these parties?”



Clea stepped inside and dropped her pants, her belt buckle falling with a clink as she closed the door.



Unbeknownst to Clea, she had not shut the door entirely, and from the other side a small Gnome with funny hair peaked through the crack. The little fellow watched the four girls take the orc’s green meat pole into their holes for the rest of the night, his eyes constantly shifting to Dark Ranger Clea as he stroked himself.

If I were not afraid of shame and assuming practicality is no issue, I’d turn myself into a piece of fuck-meat for well-hung trannies. I’d have an army of the world’s most beautiful and well-hung chicks with dicks living in my mansion. I suppose they’d receive a salary as an employee of mine and not be slaves or something. But I’d say I’d need about 500 trannies for my plans. First, I’d have a good 70 or 80 trannies jack off every morning into a funnel, which would fill a gatorade bottle of sperm. My mouth is watering thinking about having a breakfast of waffles, butter and tranny sperm. I’d polish off my meal with a good couple of gulps of the rest of the sperm left.



And then I’d practice my deepthroating. As an otherwise straight man with a girlfriend and not a lot of access to trannies, I’ve never sucked a cock before. But I’ve seen hardcore gag-fucking in porn and it turns me on to no end. I’ve fantasized about sucking a tranny cock while I fucked myself with my fingers and I think I could take quite a pounding. Again, provided I had the financial resources to do so and either stopped caring what other people thought or could magically make it so that it never got out, I’d love to take a good couple of hours a day and have my mouth treated like a beat-up cunt. We’re talking the kind of face-fucking where you need a bucket nearby so you don’t get puke on the floors. Eventually I’d like to think I’d be getting enough daily practice getting cock-induced laryngitis that I’d become such a skilled deepthroater I could deepthroat a the fat end of a beerbottle without gagging. And of course if I never reached that goal, I’d enjoy the daily abuse anyway.



Personally, I’m a fitness nut so I’d have to get in a daily workout. And with a ton of time on my hands I’d perfect my body by doing a good two or three hours at the gym. It’d be fun to not only have my own private gym, but I’ve always fantasized about smoking a little pot before hand and doing my stuff naked. And if the gym were filled with donkey-dicked trannies, I’d have a great time. I’d love to make one of the more submissive trannies do an hour or so of cardio with a big, long buttplug up her ass. The shower would be a ton of fun. I’d make sure that the shower was one of those prison-style communal showers rather than individual stalls and I’d make sure they were made too small for all the people using it so that you’d be rubbing up against each other. And of course I’d like it so that all the trannies helped each other out during their shower.



I’m very meticulous about my fitness. I make sure I eat right, having a diet low in saturated fat and cholesterol, and high in unsaturated fat, fiber and protein. I take so many pills each morning it’s probably not surprising I have less of a gag-reflex than my girlfriend (whom gets face-fucked regularly by me). I take a multivitamin, several creatine capsules, I happen to also take antidepressants, a human-growth-hormone stimulator, a testosterone stimulator, a protein metabolite called HMB, and a similiar protein metabolite called HBM. My pre-workout drink consists of an N.O. supporter and a shitload of caffeine and amino acids. I have a post-workout high-protein shake and meal and I take half the stuff I took in the morning right before bed, too.



What I’d like to do is replace my post-workout protein shake with one filled with tranny cum. Anything you eat is always better when it’s fresher, so rather than simply putting it in my shake (cum’s not as yummy when it’s cold), I’d like all my gym mates to surround me and cum in my mouth directly.



I’d probably then get a massage. Massages are so fucking nice after a hard work-out.



After that, I’d love to take part in a gang-bang. I don’t get off on pain so much as I do humiliation, so I’d love for the chicks to lead me around on a leash, being called names like “faggot” and “slut.” I bet I could take a good 45-minutes of assfucking. And I’d love for them to all leave their cum in my asshole so it’s overflowing with cum. Maybe we could even have days where you take one of the more submissive trannies and you have her gangbanged and I have to eat the cum overflowing from her asshole. I’d love to reinact, thrust-for-thrust, some of my favorite anal-gaping porns. Any scene from one of the gapemans would be awesome. Or Gape Lovers, too.



And then, honestly, I’d probably get drunk. My mansion would have to function as a mini-city in a way, so it’d need a bar. My trannies would be required to dress like total bimbo sluts at all times, so it’d be cool to hang out with them over a few drinks, flirting and just shooting the breeze for whatever it’s worth. And at the end of each night I’d probably take a tranny home and then fuck her in the ass and throat so I could get off, too.



As much of a degraded fuckpig as I’d like to feel, I’d like to make others feel the same thing. I’d pick one lucky tranny to share in the same lifestyle as I’d live in. We’d snowball cum and suck cocks together. She’d suck the tranny cock that had been fucking my ass to keep it lubed up.



And I wouldn’t feel right had I not sexually subjugated a few trannies as well. I’d love to slap a chastity belt onto a tranny and keep them constantly sexually aroused, but unable to cum or masturbate for weeks on end. Just milking gallons of precum from them and humiliating them by walking them around on a leash and pissing on them and making them feel like whores and sluts. And some, maybe I’d whore them out to random guys in the ghetto and never let them cum. Of course I’d always keep the possibility open.



And imagine how hot an all-tranny orgy would be. Dozens of chicks with dicks all writhing around together putting all sorts of dick in all sorts of holes. If you had an army of trannies like I would have, you could make a rule like you can only fuck in the orgy room so that you’d have a perpetual orgy. Any tranny could decide to stay in there all day and end up soaked in these girls’ cum.









I love hearing from fans. Even if it’s just to know that someone read what I wrote. But any sort of comments are appreciated. I’d especially like to hear from any transexuals out there, just cause I think it’s hot they might be jacking it to something I wrote. Send any and all comments.

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.

Our life was really nice.



We met as childhood sweethearts, married in our early twenties, had two great kids who were now almost independent, and money was fine. I ran my own real estate business and my husband, Steve, had a great job doing what he loved, working in football. He travelled a lot during the season, and this year, as the kids had both basically moved out, I found myself feeling slightly lonely for the first time in my life.



As my daughter and her boyfriend left after having dinner with me, I relaxed on the couch but could not find anything interesting to watch.



I looked around the room, and realised that I was in fact, bored!



I spent the next hour or so doing some mindless housework, and then, deciding to take advantage of the peace and quiet, I switched on my pc and started to check emails from work. As I sat there working away, an email popped into my mailbox. It was from John, my husband’s best friend. I normally wouldn’t have even thought of looking at it, as it was meant for Steve, my husband, but the subject of this particular email intrigued me. It said, “Hot XXX”.



My mind was a confusing mix of thoughts. I knew it was from one mate to another, and that I probably shouldn’t open it, but with Steve interstate till the following Monday, six days away, I decided to open it and see what my husband’s best mate was sharing with him.



When I opened the email there was a comment from John.



“Mate, I know your Mrs is not into this stuff, but check it out and see if you don’t get a hard-on watching this chick fuck. I’ve stroked out three orgasms already imagining it was you and me banging this babe! Enjoy……and remember, it’s your turn for our next highlight!”



There was a blue link under the message and it was titled: Mandy serves dinner and more.



I digested the message first. What did he mean by the part about me not being into this stuff? Did Steve want me to do something weird? What on earth did he mean, “…imagining it was you and me banging this babe?” Had my husband and his best mate done something I should know about?



Anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on the link. It popped up a porn site called Redtube, which I had never seen or heard of before, and on the screen was a big “play” icon. The title of the clip was as stated, “Mandy serves dinner and more.”



I sat back as the movie started playing, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as the movie played. Ten minutes later, I discovered my fingers buried between my thighs as I sat at my computer desk, the woman on screen completely naked apart from some amazing high heels, a monstrous penis pushing into her pussy from behind.



I had never, ever seen anything like this movie, and I was shocked. My mind raced about why the boys had shared with each other such a thing. Why were they imagining it was them having sex with this woman? Had they actually done anything like this without me knowing?



As the movie continued, I found my hands getting very hot as they stayed squashed between my thighs. The woman, Mandy, was now on her knees sucking both the large, and I mean LARGE, cocks between her lips, trying to jam them both in her mouth at once. Then, in a scene that I assume was fake, she lay one man down, and climbed on top of him, pushing his huge penis inside her, before the second man moved in behind her, and then, as she kept yelling, “OOoh yes, that’s it, fuck my tight arse,” I suspect he actually pretended to fuck her in the arse. It looked amazingly real, but I know things can be faked very well these days.



The movie ended when the two men suddenly pulled their very large penises from their positions, lay the woman down, and then came all over her face. Yes, I said her face! They actually sprayed her face with cum at the same time, and Mandy amazingly tried to actually lick and swallow some of their white gooey cum.



I quickly switched off my computer, feeling very flustered, and went to the shower. Once under the water, my hands drifted to my breasts, and I found them swollen, my nipples tingling.



I had no idea why such a disgusting scene had affected me this way, and as I drifted off to sleep that night, my mind was a mess of confusion.



The next day was Wednesday and I had no appointments apart from a meeting just before lunch. I decided to go out for lunch and as I sat at the cafe eating my chicken and avocado sandwich, my iphone beeped indicating a text message.



It was John, my husband’s best friend who had sent the movie to Steve.



The message read, “Christine and I wondered if you’d like to have dinner tonight? John said it might be nice to take you out. You free about 7.00? If so, we’ll pick you up. Ok?”



Nothing about the movie.



I have to admit I was feeling a little lonely, so I thought it would be great to catch up with them, even with Steve out of town, so I texted back that I would love to have dinner with them.



A minute later came John’s reply.



“Great. We’ll pick you up at 7.00pm. Our treat.”



I left the office early that afternoon and headed home to get ready. The problem was, that damn movie was still playing on my mind. I wondered if Christine had ever seen it? Or, even worse, had John ever let her do anything like that girl had done in the film? Then, remembering the comments attached to the link about the two men wanting to do it I was again totally confused. I switched the clip on once more, and watched in pure amazement at the woman and the two men fucking. This time though, I tried to figure out if it was actually real or fake. I could not see how it might have been faked, but surely women weren’t able to take two penises inside them at the same time like that?



I showered and dressed, and found myself ready about thirty minutes early. I was wearing a pair of jeans, and a nice new pink angora sweater that was rather tight. I had a pair of heels on that Steve loved, but that I always thought were a little high. I put my blonde wavy hair up in a bun and added just a touch of pink lipstick.



I sat on the couch for a few minutes to wait for Christine and John to arrive, but then found myself walking back to the computer. I clicked on the movie link again, and this time I had a reason. I had decided to find out more about the sex that was depicted in the movie.



On the right hand side of the screen were some other clips that I was able to click on. The first one showed a woman with two men but this time they only put their penises in her pussy and mouth, and then ejaculated all over her breasts as she played with them. I smiled, thinking that the Mandy movie was indeed faked, and sat back relaxing a little as I opened another clip.



My eyes almost exploded from my head!



This clip, way, way more raunchy than the Mandy clip, astonished me.



The girls in this clip was called Belladonna, and she had some tattoos. However, it wasn’t her tattoos that shocked me. It was what she did in the movie that stunned me and left me speechless. I swear with all my heart that in this clip, Belladonna had sex with four men at the same time. I have no idea how she did it, but it was clear that two men had their penises inside her vagina at the same time, before a third man pushed his own penis into her arse, and I have no doubt this was real, as she actually screamed as the head of the penis pushed inside her before the fourth man roughly forced his penis into her mouth. The four men had sex with her until she was covered in sweat and squealing in what I can only assume was pain. Just as she started to have what I assume was an orgasm on the three penises, almost biting off the one in her mouth, the doorbell rang!



I was totally flustered.



I hurriedly switched off the computer, and answered the door. It was John.



I must have looked unsettled, because instead of his usual smiling greeting, he looked concerned, and said, “Hi, Dee. Everything…um……you ok?”



“Yes, yes,” I said, not knowing where to look.



“Come in. Just let me grab my purse and keys.”



Dinner was lovely and we had a lovely time chatting and eating as old friends do. Just after dessert Christine excused herself to go to the bathroom.



“So, Dee. What was going on when I picked you up? You looked like I caught you in the middle of something.”



I didn’t know what to say, but my mind wanted me to find out more about why he had sent the movie to Steve.



Worried that Christine might come back and hear us talking, I whispered quickly.



“I happened to find that movie link you sent Steve in an email yesterday. Where did you find such a thing? How do you know Steve would want to see that?”



He sat back, obviously a little shocked that I had found it in the email.



“Ooh, my god. I’m so sorry. You weren’t meant to see that! It’s just some fun that Steve and I share….you know, blokey stuff. I’m embarrassed now! Sorry you had to see that.”



Just then Christine returned and we dropped the conversation. The evening ended well and as they dropped me off home, John got out to escort me to the door.



Kissing me on the cheek he whispered in my ear, “I’ll ring you tomorrow and explain everything, ok?”



That night I could not resist switching the computer back on and looking at more of the movie clips. I watched all sorts of filthy, nasty sex scenes, and I think by the time I fell asleep in bed at about one o’clock, my mind was shocked by the things I had seen. I awoke at about four a.m., my fingers of my right hand buried in my pussy, and I wondered how and why they were there. I didn’t really get back to sleep and when I arrived at work, I knew I had to get through the day without thinking of the sex that I had uncovered in the last twenty-four hours or so.



It was Thursday night and I was exhausted when I got home. I showered and had some dinner before falling asleep on the couch with the TV on.



I awoke with a jolt as there was someone at the door. Wearing only my dressing gown, I stood up, tightened the belt and went to see who it was.



It was John.



I invited him in and we had a coffee and chatted about the email, the movie clips, and why they shared things like that. John explained that he and Christine had been interested in kinky movies for a long time, but that Steve had recently been asking about porn and so John and Christine had shared some of their favourite sites and movies with him, without me knowing.



I was hurt and confused.



“Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why does he need this stuff? Is something wrong with me? Don’t I give him enough sex?”



I started to cry, more out of confusion and hurt at not being told about all this earlier by my husband or best friends than anything else.



John spoke for a long time.



He explained that he and Christine had watched pron for a couple of years, and they found it enhanced their marriage. He told me Christine had never had sex with any other men, but that she fantasized about what they saw in the movies, and that she had a few sex toys that she liked to use to pretend other men were fucking her when they had sex.



I was shocked.



He went on to say that Steve had asked him about some of the sex and porn when they had been drunk one night, and that the email was the first movie he had sent Steve.



I assumed from that comment that Steve had not actually seen any of the porn then, because I had answered them email and he was interstate still.



John finished by explaining that he was very sorry I had been exposed to all this, and that he hoped it wouldn’t come between our friendship, as that was very important to Christine and he.



I assured him it wouldn’t and we kissed and hugged and he left, before I went to the computer and opened the movie site again, my mind full of different thoughts.



That night I slept well, but I had a wild dream that was very vivid. In it, I was in bed with two men, and I ended up doing lots of nasty things that I had seen on the computer the night before and again this night. I actually fingered myself to orgasm in the middle of the night when I woke up covered in sweat, the images of large “cocks” implanted in my brain.



It was Friday morning and Steve was due back on Monday night.



At work that day I was sitting in my office when my mobile phone beeped. It was a text message from Christine.



“Dee. John told me you found his message for John with the movie link. Soo sorry! I hope you don’t think anything wicked. Free for lunch?”



I was, so I texted back, and we met at the ‘Shepherd’s Pie’ a lovely little bakery near my agency office. Christine worked two blocks away and so we often lunched together.



During lunch we had a fascinating conversation where I learned a lot, no, a LOT more about my best friend and her husband. She was much more willing to share the specific details of their porn habits with me, and by the time we finished lunch, I was flabbergasted! Not only did I learn that they watched porn, but Christine also told me she had once had a threesome with two strangers while John sat back and watched, playing with his “cock” as she described it while the two men made her have orgasm wilder than anything she had ever imagined.



Back in the office that afternoon, I was unable to concentrate at all, and I ended up leaving early and heading home. On the way home though, I pulled into a shop that Christine had told me about. It was called ‘Sexyland’ and was a massive sex toy, movie and lingerie and kinky clothing store. I was terrified walking in alone, but when I entered, it was really bright and open, and the girl behind the counter greeted me like an old friend, so I relaxed a little and felt a bit calmer as I began to look around.



I was wearing my usual office attire, black pencil skirt, heels and a white satin blouse. Underneath was my standard skin coloured bra, and my hair was once again up in my trademark bun, with some small hoop earrings. As I walked to the closest section, I was taken aback by the footwear that was on display. Boots that must have gone up to a woman’s pussy, heels that seems seven inches high, and platform sandals with incredibly spikey heels were everywhere. Every colour, style and size were available. I wondered what Steve would think if he were with me. Would he want me to buy anything? Would he be shocked? Would be encourage me to be a devil?



The next section was toys, and my god I was stunned. There were vibrators, dildoes, funny looking cone shaped things that I didn’t understand at all. I spent almost thirty minutes in that section alone before moving on to the video section, where DVD’s showed every imaginable act being performed. My nipples started to throb in the DVD section as I read some covers and looked at the amazingly graphic images on the front and back of the cases. Finally I went to the kinky clothing section and found myself wondering what my body might look like in several of the sexiest outfits.



By the time I was ready to leave, I was incredibly confused by my feelings. My body was on fire and my head was spinning.



Back home, I showered and freshened up, then jumped on the computer and explored the Redtube site some more. Before I knew it, it was two a.m. and I was totally horny from watching kinky movies of men and women doing things I had never even imagined. I went to bed and fingered myself to an amazing orgasm imagining three men were filling me with their dicks, before splashing that gooey cum all over me.



It was mind-blowing and the next thing I knew my mobile was beeping and the sun was up!



Picking up my phone, there was a text from John.



“So, sexy. Chris tells me you know what a kinky couple we are! Only joking. What u up to today or tonight?”



I texted him back.



“I am in shock. You’re deviates. I’m relaxing. Why?”



“Wondered if you want to come to a party with us? Sexy but fun. No pressure.”



That message set me back a moment. Party? Sexy? Pressure? What was he on about?



I dialled Christine’s number, hoping she would clear it up for me.



No answer.



Reluctantly I dialled John’s number, and when he answered, my nipples pulsed as I asked him what he meant about the party.



John spent a good ten minutes telling me how it was a sexy fancy dress party, where people just danced and had a good time in erotic costumes. He promised me it was nothing more than that, and that Christine had been a couple of times before and really enjoyed herself.



I decided to see for myself, and agreed to go with them. John said I had to wear something sexy or erotic, and he would pick me up at eight.



Hanging up the phone, I wondered what the party would be like. Then, I wondered what on earth I would wear! Steve had always said my jeans were sexy, but I knew this was a whole different ball game based on what John had told me.



I decided to head back to Sexyland and this time do more than window shopping.



The day flew by as I shopped till I dropped.



When I got back home, I emptied my parcels all over the bed and sorted through them. I wondered what Steve would think if he walked in that moment, with well over $1500 of assorted sex toys, lingerie, shoes and DVD’s sprawled out on our bed. His tame, shy wife had splurged and bought herself her first vibrator, a dildo, a jelly dong that had a suction cup on the bottom, which apparently sticks to the table or chair so you can ride it! I also bought a pair of spiked heeled sandals and some thigh-high boots, and a leather outfit that was stunning. It had a tiny, and I mean T-I-N-Y leather skirt, suspenders, stockings, a leather bustier and elbow-length gloves. There was a matching g-string panty made from satin.



The most interesting to me though was the DVD I had bought which featured a series of movies where the husband watched the wife being fucked by one or more men with incredibly large penises. I still struggled with the word, “cock” as described in so many of the movies I had looked at in the shop today.



I spent the remainder of the afternoon watching the DVD and by the time the doorbell rang and John greeted me with a kiss, I was totally aroused but ridiculously nervous and a little scared.



I had worn a black coat over my outfit for warmth, and kissed Christine on the cheek when in the car.



“I’m soooooo glad you’re coming!” she said. “John told me you were coming and I thought he was joking. You’ll have a great time, and trust me, you won’t be lonely, THAT’S for sure!”



A short time later we arrived, and I was surprised to see it was a large house. I guess I was expecting a club or something, but we entered and once inside we took off our coats. John wolf-whistled when I disrobed, and a guy behind me rubbed my bum and smiled at me, which made me jump.



I needed a drink for sure, and so we headed to the bar which was set in this really large room with a billiard table at one end. I stuck really close to Christine and John until we found some bar stools and John went to get the drinks. I took a moment to look around and counted about twenty people in all.



“So, what did he tell you, Dee?” asked Christine.



“He said it was just a fun party where we dance and have a good time, but dressed sexy.”



She laughed, which made me a little more nervous if that was possible.



“Well, he’s right in one sense. We do dance, and we DO have a great time. Just remember, don’t do anything you don’t WANT to do, and say ‘NO’ if you ever need to. That’s a house rule here to keep everyone safe and happy.”



I wondered what she was on about to be honest, but as I looked around and saw the crowd building with amazing looking people wearing all sorts of kinky outfits, I also started to get a little apprehensive.



“So, what have you done in the past and where DID you get that incredible outfit?” I asked Chris.



She was wearing a pink tube dress that was amazingly tight and was strapless, showing off her incredible boobs.

“Well, let’s just say that I’m not quite as innocent as you think I am. I go with the flow, if you know what I mean.”



I had no idea what she meant, but John arrived back with two champagnes and a beer, and the music suddenly lifted to a level that made basic conversation difficult.



When we finished our drinks, Chris took me by the hand and lead me out for a dance, whilst John went to get another round. We were dancing together and trying to talk over the music, when a young man came between us and asked me to dance.



I was a little flustered as I had not danced with another man in years!



“Go on, he won’t bite!” said Christine.



“That’s true” said the guy, “Unless you want me to of course!”



I laughed nervously as he took me by the hand and lead me away a few metres before we started moving to the beat together. He was a good mover, and I enjoyed being a few inches taller than him in my thigh high boots too! Steve is a lot taller than me, so it felt nice to be so tall for a change.



After a couple of songs, I starting to relax when John came over and passed me another champagne.



“We’ll be back near the bar. You o.k. here for a while?” he asked politely.



I was pleased my husband’s best mate was looking after me so well.



“I’m fine. Thanks!” I said, before switching my attention back to the young guy I was dancing with.



I lost track of time a little, until my guy asked me if I wanted another drink. I accepted his offer and he took me by the hand. I jumped a little when he did that, but then figured it was innocent enough as we walked back towards the bar area.



As I was standing behind him as he ordered our drinks, another man came up behind us and I felt him a little too close for my liking. There were about eight people standing near me, and this guy just stayed there, and I wasn’t certain at first, but it felt like his cock was pushing against my thigh above the top of my boots.



Luckily my dancing partner turned around and passed me a champagne, and we moved away, passed my pressing guest behind me back towards the dance area.



I was a little hot and somewhat flustered and so my drink didn’t last long.



I was starting to get a bit lightheaded from the drinks, and so I suggested we get some fresh air.



We walked out to the large outdoor patio area which had a wonderful view over the hills in the distance. Leaning against the rail to steady myself a bit, I glanced past the guy I was with and noticed a woman was being fondled by two guys, right in front of us! She looked me in the eye, smiled and then leaned left and tongue kissed the guy to her right, ad his hand openly reached under her dress!



I was a little shocked.



“Relax, honey. That happens all the time here. Just go with the flow!”



I smirked as I had heard Christine say those exact words minutes earlier!



Anyway, shortly afterwards another girl came out. She was much younger than me and she asked my guy if he wanted to dance. He raised his eyebrows and looked my way, asking if it was ok for him to leave me.



“I’ll be fine!” I said, “I’m a big girl.”



In truth, as he left, I was totally freaked out, scared and more than a little tipsy. In fact, I found myself really leaning on the railing as I watched the woman and the two guys get pretty serious not more than a few metres away!



As I stood watching, the woman was alternating her lips kissing her two men. They both had their hands under her very short dress by now, and were clearly both fingering her. My mind drifted back to the movie I had watched the days before and I wondered if they were both fingering her pussy or if she were letting them be dirty and play with her behind.



My mind was getting foggy with arousal watching the three get it on, and I found myself glued to the spot, my pussy starting to throb, my nipples hard and poking at the front of my bustier.



Before long the woman dropped to her knees, and I watched transfixed as she pulled their cocks from their small shorts and began to suck them both! It was a very sexy sight, and I felt some droplets of pussy juice start to form in my g-string as I watched the amazing woman suck off the men, who continued to play with her boobs they had pulled from inside her dress.



I watched for a few more minutes until I realised what was going to happen, and I think I panicked a little. The woman stood up, and as one guy got in front of her and sucked on her nipples, her hand rubbing his now very hard cock, the other guy moved behind her, pulled his shorts off and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The woman was going to let this man fuck her! I knew that she was probably also going to let the other guy fuck her, and suddenly my mind snapped and I wondered what the hell I was doing!



What would Steve think? What would my kids think? Why was I standing there watching, my pussy on fire?



I left and walked quickly inside, hoping to find Christine and John, but they were not in the big room, and as I looked at the people dancing, I decided to try to find them and calm down a little.



Finding a hallway leading off the main room, I decided to see if they had gone down there. A few metres down the hallway was a door which was open. I glanced inside and was shocked to see two men kissing! They were both wearing leather pants with nothing on top, and as I recovered from the initial shock of their erotic display, I enjoyed a moment watching as they explored each other’s muscle bodies with strong hands. They had amazing abs and I was surprised just how my body reacted. I was flustered and found my heart racing as I watched them kiss and rub each other. I found myself somehow wanting to join them and explore their wonderful bodies, but then sensibility took over and I moved on down the hall.



The second room had the door closed, and I pressed my ear against it to see if I could hear Christine or John’s voice.



The only thing I heard were muffled groans and moans, and again my nipples went hard as the sexuality of the noises got to me. I knocked quietly, but received no answer, apart from a small yelp from one of the people inside.



I decided to see what was happening in there, and slowly turned the doorknob until it was open and I peeped inside.



I froze.



There, on the bed, on her hands and knees, with John sitting on the bed having his cock sucked, and another very large man fucking her from behind, was Christine!



My eyes must have almost popped out, and my mouth shot open in a huge gasp as I saw them fucking with this stranger.



John saw me first, and he smiled as Christine managed to keep sucking his cock as the man behind her pushed in and out, rocking her body back and forth with each thrust.



I walked a couple of VERY nervous steps inside. I had been friends with these two for years, but had never seen them have sex. Gosh, I don’t even recall ever seeing John naked! I’d showered at the gym with Chris, but that was it.



As I managed to calm myself enough to take in the detail of what was on display in front of me, I noticed John had a large, no, a HUGE dick.



Christine’s mouth was struggling to get around it, let alone suck it all the way down her throat the way my Steve loved me to do to him. The man behind Christine also smiled at me, and in a show of eroticism, he reached forward and cupped Chris’s boobs in his hands and then jammed his dick into her really, really hard and deep. It made her pop John’s dick from her mouth and I was stunned at just how long it was as well as how fat it was. I had never seen a bigger dick in real life, and my pussy immediately twitched.



Christine looked in my direction and she had a look of shock on her face too. I’m not sure if it was from the guy fucking her so hard, or the fact that I was standing there watching her being fucked by two men!



“Hi, Dee. Enjoying the party? I sure am! Why don’t you come and join us? There’s plenty of man to go around!”



Her face was wickedly sexy and I was shocked at how slutty my husband’s best friend’s wife was behaving, but when I saw the size of her husband’s dick again, I almost was tempted to take her up on her offer!



However, Steve’s face flashed before my eyes and I knew I should get out of there and leave them to party without me. I ducked backwards without saying a word, and then closed the door, leaning against the wall for a moment to catch my breath and regain my senses. As I stood there, my heart racing, I heard a loud “smack” and then a squeal as I presume they got back into the rhythm of fucking all together once more.



I waited a few more moments until my brain was clear and I decided suddenly that I needed to go to the toilet. My head was spinning from what I had just seen, but my bladder was also needing some attention. I quickly found the bathroom, and then, locking the door, pulled down my skirt and g-string, and sat down to relieve myself.



A few minutes later, all freshened up and having washed myself clean, surprised by just how wet I was, I dried my face and hands and unlocked the door.



Just as I opened it to leave, the two men I had spotted kissing earlier pushed inside the bathroom and almost bowled me over!



I squeezed past them, their amazing hard bodies rubbing against my nipples, and the electric charge that pulsed through me was stunning. My pussy throbbed again as my nipples shot to hardness before I had the chance to even get out the door.



My mind was full of madness. What was happening to me? Why was I here at this orgy? What would Steve think?



I turned right down the hallway, not wanting to go past the room where Christine was being screwed by John and the other man, and found another door at the end of the hallway. Nervously, I decided to peek inside, and as it was open, I could see everything in the room clearly.



I froze once more, but this time my legs propelled me forward into the room, even though my mind was saying stop.



Against the wall on one side of this room a woman wearing a tiny little dress and high heels was pinned between three men. The men were fondling her breasts openly. They were kissing her, fingering her, and I thought for a moment they were raping her. But then, just as my pussy pulsed and my nipples ached once more that evening, I realised she was LETTING them ravage her. She was WANTING this wanton sex attack.



Suddenly one man ripped her dress completely from her body, and her large breasts shook with the force of the dress being torn off, and she yelped a little as the other two men pinned her and roughly squeezed and bit her nipples.



I was frozen.



The men either side of her pulled her legs apart and began to finger pussy. I watched amazed as two sets of fingers disappeared inside her pussy and then pumped in and out repeatedly until she was totally soaking wet down there and moaning as if she was about to cum. The third man was kissing her, his tongue clearly visible flickering in and out of her mouth as he roughly pashed her and explored her breasts as the two others continued to finger fuck her relentlessly.



As I stood transfixed, my hand dropped to my skirt and subconsciously lifted the front, pulling aside my g-string until my fingers found my clit. It was swollen, and I rubbed it until the wetness from my pussy smothered my fingers as the three men continued their assault on the woman who was obviously enjoying being the centre of attention of these three hunks.



The guy in the middle stopped kissing her long enough to turn and watch me a moment, as his two mates continued to finger fuck the woman. Looking me in the eye, he reached for the woman’s right breast and gave it a firm squeeze, causing her to moan loudly at the touch.



I flicked my clit harder, feeling the heat rising in my pussy as I watched the show. Without warning, the man in the middle let go of her breast, and as the two man fingering her removed their juice covered fingers, one turned her around side-on and lifted her leg to gain access to her pussy. My fingers flickered even faster, my clitoris throbbing now as I watched the guy now behind her push his cock into her pussy, as the other man forced her head down to suck on his extremely hard cock at the same time.



The third man was by my side now, and I shivered as his hand touched my shoulder, the heat of his fingers causing me to gasp as I watched the woman being fucked with long, deep strokes as she tried her best to suck the cock in her mouth. I adored watching her boobs shake and bounce with each thrust of the cock in her pussy, and as the man next to me watched me watching the other three fuck, he suddenly made a move that shocked me and excited me completely at the same time.



Without warning he grabbed the top of my bustier and jerked it down, flipping my boobs free with such force that the nipples flicked over the edge of the leather material, making me gasp once more as the swollen nipples poked outwards inviting touch from the stranger.



But he was not finished yet.



Reaching roughly under my short, tight, black miniskirt where my fingers were playing with my clit, he found my g-string panties, and in one go, ripped the completely from my body.



I was unable to move as his hands found my boobs, my eyes fixed on the fucking in front of us, his hands squeezing and fondling my boobs with force. Suddenly his mouth was on my right breast, and as I felt his teeth start to nibble at my nipple, his fingers forced their way into my soaking wet vagina.



Steve and I met in high school, and no other man and touched me this way since our youth. I was shocked, not only at the way this man was fingering me and sucking my tits having never met me before, but at how my pussy was ridiculously damp, and my legs were parting almost automatically, allowing the stranger to push his fingers further into my pussy as I grabbed his head and jammed my boobs further into his mouth.



Across the room the woman was really being fucked now, and I was completely turned on by what was happening to her, and to me.



My legs were about a foot apart now, and the fingers inside me were making me hotter than I had been in months. The mouth on my nipples was gorgeous, rough, sloppy but magnificent, and when he dropped to his knees and started flicking my clit with his very talented tongue, I knew I was going to climax very quickly.



And so it was, as the woman across the room pushed back and jammed the cock in her pussy deeper in her pussy, I came on the face of a man I had never met. A man who was treating me like a slut, licking my cunt in public in full view of the three lovers in the room with us.



I came, and came, and came, until my legs actually gave way and I dropped to the floor on top of my licking lover, his tongue refusing to be dislodged from my cunt until I rolled off him, the shaking and quivering of my wild orgasm finally ceasing.



There was a rug in the middle of the floor, and as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, I rolled onto the rug and looked up to see what the three lovers were up to. I was astonished because the woman was now on her knees, only two or three metres away, and both men were pointing their cocks at her mouth, stroking them furiously, and she was lapping her tongue at their shafts, begging them to cum in her mouth!



A week ago I had never really watched porno movies. Now, here I was, on my back, having just been licked to orgasm by a complete stranger after he had ripped off my panties and bustier, watching a woman being fed cum by two strangers.



It was intense.



Suddenly the first guy started to spurt cum from his cock held tightly in his fist, and as he pumped the white goo from his cock, she lapped it up and actually swallowed it! Before she had finished gulping down his large load, the second guy spurted onto her chin, tongue and cheeks, and she used his cock like a spoon to scoop all the cum into a pool on her tongue, before making sure she swallowed all his load down too, finally poking out her tongue to show she had been a good girl and swallowed the lot.



My hands were pinching and pulling my own nipples as I watched this amazingly erotic, disgusting scene unfold before me.



The sudden realisation of what I was involved in hit me, and I got up, gathered myself together and left the room, much to the annoyance of the man who had just made me cum. I’m sure he expected a fuck, or at least a return orgasm from me, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Steve, and how I had kind of cheated on him just now. I walked quickly from the room and headed back down the hallway to the main room.



When I got to the bar and ordered myself a drink, I realised John and Christine were probably still in the room back down the hall, where I had seen John’s large cock and Chris being fucked by the stranger.



“Thank goodness I didn’t let that guy fuck me,” was all I could think.



As my drink arrived I sipped from it and headed back towards the hallway. I had decided it was time for me to go home and resume my ‘normal’ life, and wanted to let John and Christine know that I would catch a cab, presuming they were still having a wild time.



I found the room where I had seen them before, but this time only Chris was there. John was nowhere to be seen. Christine, meanwhile, was being royally fucked by a different guy than I had seen fucking her earlier, and instead of sucking John’s large cock like before, her head was now buried between the thighs of a wonderfully dark skinned asian woman, who was leaning back moaning in pleasure as Chris licked her pussy!



I was learning more about my husband’s best friend’s wife all the time at this party!



I was also learning that my own sexuality was a mess.



Once again I started to feel arousal, and my nipples started to pulse as I watched Chris being fucked really hard as she licked the woman’s clit at the same time. My pussy itched and throbbed once more, even though I had orgasmed only a few minutes ago thanks to Mr Stranger.



I was a confused bundle of nervous energy, and I once again found myself unconsciously entering the room to watch my friend being fucked and giving oral sex at the same time.



As I sipped my drink I realised that the scene before me was totally turning me on. Was I wishing it was me? Should I join in and go crazy? What would Steve think? Was I sick?



Before I had a chance to answer my own questions, a hand reached under my skirt from behind and squeezed my ass.



“Fuck I love watching her being fucked!”



It was John, and his hand felt amazingly hot as he pushed lower and reached under me to find my pussy, still wet, and my lips slightly open from my orgasm.



My mind said to stop him.



My legs parted.



My instinct told me to run.



My nipples told me to turn my head and kiss him.



I turned my head and kissed him, a deep, tongue-locking kiss that made our hands reach up and go crazy exploring each other.



My left hand reached low. I was on a mission.



I had to feel that large cock. I wanted to squeeze it, feel it, taste it, fuck it.



My mind said NO!



My hand and pussy overruled, and within seconds I was fondling the biggest cock I had ever felt or seen, as John continued to tongue kiss me, his fingers now pumping up and down in my vagina, my legs wide apart as we both watched his wife sucking a pussy while being fucked on all fours.



I knew I was about to cheat on my husband with his best mate, but at that moment, after spending such a week, and ending up being licked to orgasm by a complete stranger in a room watching a woman being double fucked, I didn’t care.



For the first time in my life my carnal instinct took over.



As I glanced away long enough to see the guy behind Christine pull his cock out and swap places with the guy fucking her face, I positioned John’s wonderful cock in place of his skilful fingers, at the opening of my sopping wet vagina.

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“Hey Lana,” Tina said as she welcomed her back to her apartment.



It had been exactly 24 hours since her neighbor and good friend Tina, for whom she had been babysitting for recently, had her husband solicit her personally to join in their sex life. What had started out as a little innocent voyeurism, ended up turning into one of the most sexually explicit nights of Lana’s sex life (see: PART 1). After she had been sent home in Tina’s robe, she masturbated all night long to a particularly explicit video that Tina and her husband Mark had made for Lana as a thank-you gift for fulfilling their fantasy. She stayed home from school all the following day, masturbating over and over to the many “borrowed” photos of Mark giving Tina a messy facial. Over and over she came, but nothing could make the time go any faster, for it was the promise of getting the chance to fuck Tina’s husband Mark that was particularly troubling to Lana’s better nature. But the time did eventually pass, and the evening did arrive.



When Lana showed up at Tina and Mark’s door, she was a bit nervous for two reasons.



One, she wasn’t sure if it was going to be awkward seeing them again after what had happened between the three of them the night before, and two… she was dressed to impress. Lana was wearing a short plaid skirt and a white tee tied around her massive breasts, hair let down on her shoulders. She wore fuck-me mascara and bright pink lipstick to draw particular attention to her luscious lips. When Tina finally answered the door, she did a double take, not entirely sure that it was actually Lana standing before her. Lana herself did a double take on Tina whose hair was done up, her sensual body wrapped in a tight black dress. The outfit was capped off nicely, Lana noticed, by a pair of particularly striking fuck-me heels. Lana instantly remembered her first lesbian experience with Tina in the bathtub the night before and couldn’t help but feel a strong connection to her now that was not there before. The muscles inside her pussy constricted and she felt blood rush between her legs that cause a sort of tingling sensation she was not used to experiencing while thinking about another woman. She swallowed hard in Tina’s presence.



“Wow, look at you…” Tina said, nearly breathless.



“I could say the same about you, you look great!” Lana replied honestly.



Tina drew Lana into an unexpected hug, but Lana quickly melted into it.



“I’m glad you could make it. The little one is asleep upstairs,” Tina added.



While still lost in the embrace of Tina’s arms, Lana met eyes with Mark who was wearing a sharp suit and tie that fit him very well. His hair was gelled back, his face clean-shaven. He looked handsome as ever and Lana couldn’t wait to fuck the man’s brains out… especially while his horny little wife watched and cheered on. It was a side to Lana’s sexuality that Tina and Mark had provoked and now seemed wholly encompassing in her psyche. She couldn’t think of anything else but sex anymore. Lana pulled away from the hug and turned to Mark. He smiled confidently at her and raised an eyebrow to her scandalous choice of outfit.



“Wow, Mr. Saunders, you look great too!” Lana said.



“Jesus, I bet you left somebody jealous somewhere…”



“Nope. I just wanted to make sure you guys knew I was excited about tonight, and so I wanted to dress up a little for you…”



“Dress up, or dress down? Are you even wearing any underwear?” Tina asked as she playfully lifted up Lana’s skirt from behind revealing her beautiful and extremely naked backside. Tina’s eyes went wide, but Lana didn’t budge.



“You aren’t! Look honey!”



Tina then reached around Lana and pulled up her skirt, revealing her fiery landing strip (freshly trimmed down) ending atop her swollen vulva. Lana just blushed and gave Mark a stare that meant she meant to be eye-fucked.



“And you trimmed, wow…”



“Let me see!” Tina exclaimed as she whirled around and took notice of Lana’s stubble-landing strip. She ran her hands over and over it, which sent floods of excitement and euphoria rushing through Lana’s head.



“Wow, I like it!”



Tina smiled and turned back to her husband. “I think she’s trying to seduce you, big guy!”



Lana just blushed bashfully.



“Well, listen,” Tina said, dropping Lana’s skirt back in place. “We’re running late, but you know the drill. We also left you some more pictures out for you from our private collection on our bed if you need to, um… occupy yourself while we’re gone. Plus you have the ones from yesterday and our video, but feel free to root through our things if you’re feeling particularly nosey. But I doubt you’ll need to. This set is one you don’t want to miss!” Tina exclaimed with a devilish smile as she gathered up her things and grabbed her purse of the counter beside her.



“Do you mind if I use your vibrator again?” Lana asked bluntly.



“I set it out for you next to the pictures,” Tina said with a scandalous wink that made Lana smile. “Don’t get too exhausted before we get back, though. You’re going to need your energy for this guy when we get back,” Tina said, gesturing to Mark. Lana looked up at Mark and blushed again. He just shot her a charming smile back.



“We also left you a little surprise for you too,” Mark added.



“Oh, I’m excited! I love surprises!” Lana cheered.



“Well then you’ll love this one,” Tina added. “But we have to get going, so call us if you need anything. See you when we get back, kiddo,” Tina said.



But just as they were ready to slip away from her, Lana decided to speak. She couldn’t help it. Her pussy was literally physically aching. She needed relief and she could only get it by dipping into her darkest desires.



“Actually, before you guys go, I was just wondering…” Lana began.



Tina and Mark both turned back and looked at Lana inquisitively.



“Could I suck you off really quick, Mr. Saunders? I’d really love to masturbate to the stuff you left me with a fresh load of cum dripping down my face, and I never did get to actually give you a proper blowjob like your wife did.”



Mark and Tina were both stunned and exchanged a look that expressed as much.



“Wow, you’ve sure come out of your shell in no time!” Tina exclaimed.



“I think that was partly our fault,” Mark admitted.



“Hmm, I don’t know, we are running late…” Tina added.



“I know, it would just be a second or two more…” Lana pleaded.



“Even dressed like that, I’d need some time, but I’m already halfway there after seeing you naked just then,” Mark said. “Do you want it that badly?”



“I do!” Lana interrupted.



Mark looked to his wife who just shrugged.



“As long as we don’t miss the previews,” Tina added.



Lana was nearly jumping for joy when Mark turned back to her.



“Alright, kid, I guess you can do this, but you’ll only have a couple of minutes before I have to go so if you really want that cum, I’m going to have to get kind of rough with you like I did Tina the other night… is that alright?”



“Absolutely!” Lana said while falling to her knees and working at Mark’s zipper.



Tina just laughed and stepped back into the apartment, locking the door behind them.



Lana finally unbuckled Mark’s belt and pulled down his slacks, revealing his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs. Lana’s eyes lit up. She rubbed her hands all over the meaty specimen and even fondled his balls. She then took Mark in her hand and placed him in her mouth and started to suck on it while it physically grew inside her wet mouth. It took no time before Mark was hard, but Lana knew she didn’t have much time. She reveled in the feeling of Tina’s eyes on her while she sucked her husband and even spit on his cock for show. Tina laughed out loud. “Somebody’s been watching blowjob porn all day…” she commented, but Lana just ignored her and returned to her sloppy blowjob. She copied Tina’s technique and swirled her tongue around Mark’s engorged head and then started to bob up and down on it. She was just starting to find her rhythm when Mark grabbed the back of her head and shoved the full length of his penis so far down Lana’s throat that Tina saw Lana’s neck expand. Tina instantly regretted not wearing panties and felt her own juices dripping down her inner thighs while she watched Mark give Lana her first throat-job.



Mark continued bucking his hips into the redhead’s freckled little face. Tina just watched on as Lana awkwardly tried to find use for her hands. But Mark was being too rough with her as he continued to piston inside her mouth with such force that Lana finally gave up and let her hands fall between her own legs. Tina just watched as Lana slipped her hands between her plaid skirt and started to rub herself while her husband continued fucking their babysitter’s throat. Lana’s mascara began to run down her face as pre-cum and saliva spilled out the corners of her mouth. Tina sighed and stepped over to Lana and knelt behind her. She reached around her body to untie her shirt… her large breasts spilled from confinement and began bouncing awkwardly on her chest as Mark continued to shove his girth further and further into her throat. Finally, she started to gag and he released her. Lana fell into a coughing fit for air, pre-cum and saliva dangling down from her chin.



“Easy, honey, she doesn’t have the experience I have…” Tina added.



“I know, I just can’t help it. Here, lets try this so I don’t overwhelm you,” Mark said as he took Lana and laid her down on the floor before her wife who smiled immediately. She knew exactly what was coming next, even though Lana did not.



Mark took both of Lana’s magnificent breasts in both his hands and straddled her chest. He placed his massive dick right between her breasts, already lubricated with Lana’s saliva and his own pre-cum, and then mashed them together around himself.



“My husband’s always wanted to fuck my tits, but I’m afraid they’re just not as big as yours, my darling,” Tina said to Lana.



Mark began to slide himself between Lana’s cleavage. Her pink aureoles grossly swollen, her nipples rock hard. Lana looked up at Mark and smiled. He continued to buck himself between her breasts while fondling them all over at the same time. His cock kept rocketing closer and closer to her mouth, which she decided to open just in case it slipped too far. A couple times he did, and she caught his head in her wet mouth and swirled her slimy tongue all around it — this sent Mark over the edge as he picked up a new pace and started to fuck Lana’s tits with new fervor. Tina just continued to watch on and occasionally reached out to fondle Lana’s breasts herself.



“Jesus, these things are massive, girl.”



But that was all Mark needed to hear.



“Oh, he’s about to cum,” Tine exclaimed.



“Cum all over my face, Mr. Saunders!” Lana exclaimed. “Cover your babysitter’s pretty little innocent face with your semen right in front of your wife. I want you to mark me and make me yours until I get back…”



“Oh God, do you mean it?” Mark said, finally pulling out of Lana’s cleavage and grabbing himself. He pointed his cock right at Lana’s face and began to stroke himself.



“Yes, please, make me yours, cover me in cum just like your wife!”



“Oh God!”



Mark finally exploded and a thick wad of white hot cum splattered across Lana’s upper lip while a second rivulet struck her across the cheek and down her chin. Lana reveled in the feeling as Mr. Saunders grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head up so that he could continue to stroke his orgasm all over her expecting face. The third and fourth blast rocketed out across the redhead’s forehead and landed in her hair. A small globule even splattered across her ear and into her hair while another blast painted a thick white line across her eye, connecting it to the first glob now oozing down her lips toward her chin. Mark continued to spray her with his seed, covering her as much as he could, screaming out while his wife watched on just inches away. Lana felt more cum splatter across her nose and cheeks, and wondered if it would ever stop. But finally, Mark stopped, though managed to shake out a few more ropes of sperm onto the redhead’s milky breasts. Tina reached out and scooped up some of the cum off Lana’s nipple and licked it off her finger.



“Yum,” she exclaimed sarcastically.



Mark nearly collapsed, and had to grab hold of the chair beside them to regain balance. He looked down at his prize, the cum-covered redhead, cum-soaked breasts rising and falling on her chest. She looked slightly shocked, but couldn’t stop smiling. His wife just looked up at him from beside her with a look of astonishment and then winked at him.



“Oh my God… I can’t believe that,” Mark managed.



“Wow, me neither! You really covered me!” Lana said.



“Do you think that will hold you over until tonight?” Tina asked.



“Oh yeah, I think so,” Lana admitted.



“Good girl, well have fun. You just made me jealous, but we’ll be back sooner than you know. I hope you have fun in our room tonight!”



And before Lana knew it, they were gone. They had left her, half naked and covered in cum on their living room floor. It took her a moment to regain her bearings. There she was, left covered in a thick batch of Tina’s husband’s cum. She reveled in the feeling and realized what she must look like. Finally, she pulled the open shirt from her arms and slipped the skirt from her hips — now she was a naked cum-covered mess in her neighbor’s apartment. It was exactly what she wanted. But first, she wanted to admire Mr. Saunders’ handiwork and rushed immediately to the bathroom. She flipped on the light and nearly creamed herself when she saw the damage. She felt like a proper little slut and then remember what lied in store for her in the master bedroom. Upon entering, she found a manila envelope next to Tina’s vibrator. Lana leaped onto the bed and immediately noticed that the vibrator was sticky and wet, a musky aroma emanating from it. A small note was left for her on top of the envelope, which she decided to read…



Lana



Hope you don’t mind, but after I cleaned this off for you and we prepared for you to come over, I couldn’t help but think about you in the most compromising of ways. I had to use this on myself just once. I came so hard thinking about you and my husband. Anyway, I printed out some pictures we thought you’d like. They’re photos of our very first time and very special to us, but they are copies for you so feel free to use them however you’d like. Fresh batteries are in the vibrator, and your present is on the computer desk.



- Tina



Lana got up and went over to the computer table and saw a stack of large printout photos… of her! They were photos of her magnificent facial the night before. She looked a mess in each and every one and couldn’t believe it was even her she was looking at in half of them. The blood rushed immediately to her groin and she couldn’t wait to take a look at the new set left for her by her horny neighbors. She rushed back to the bed and went for the envelope next — she opened it. She couldn’t believe they had documented their first time. They must have really hit it off, she pondered. Lana reached inside the envelope and grabbed a large stack of photos from within.



The photo on top depicted some sort of college part. It was a decent sized dorm room with a number of cliché looking frat guys and girls, all with red plastic cups in their hand. The photo was dated in early 2000. The next couple of photos seemed innocent enough Just more pictures of a bunch of drunk guys and girls goofing off. This confused and frustrated Lana. Had Tina printed out the wrong set without realizing it since she was in such a rush to get out the door? Was she going to have to root through their computer files to see what dirty little secrets were hidden on their hard drive? Lana flipped through a couple more pictures. But then she saw a photo of someone she recognized, a young nubile Tina with very long dark hair, no older than 19 or 20 in the photo. In the next photo, a much younger Mark had his arm around her. Lana smiled at the photos. Was this how they met? The photo made her smile. The next series seemed fairly innocent, until one shocked her… Tina was topless, her shirt and bra in her hand, Mark laughing behind her. In the next photo, Mark was pulling down her pants for the cameraman (whoever he was), revealing a thick bush of dark pubic hair guarding her pussy. Clearly this was her first time, but Lana found it rather exciting to see a much younger more ala natural version of Tina. Lana blushed at the photos and flipped to the next one — her legs were spread wide and Mark was licking her hairy slit, a couple guys cheering him on in the background. Another photo, Mark was spreading her lips wide showing her pink to the camera.



Lana froze.



Was this the birth to Tina’s exhibitionism?



She flipped to another photo as she reached out for her vibrator — Tina’s vibrator that is — and turned it on. It buzzed to life and she began to drag it all over herself as a globule of Mark’s sperm oozed down over her eye that she had to scoop off with her finger and swallow. Lana flipped to the next picture — Mark eating Tina again.



The next couple photographs depicted them in the famous 69 position from a couple different angles.



In the next photo Mark was actually fucking her on the bed as a crowd of horny guys and girls cheered them on from behind.



The next photo depicted Tina riding Mark in the reverse cowgirl position, hands waving freely in the air. Another photo had her drinking from a cup while she continued to fuck him.



The next photo shocked Lana — Tina had her lips wrapped around another man’s cock while Mark rammed Tina from behind. The man she was blowing she recognized from the previous pictures, he was kneeling on the bed in front of her while Mark was exploring her depths from behind.



The next few photos depicted her being Eifel towered by Tina’s future husband and the same mysterious frat boy.



Lana pushed the vibrator into her now sopping cunt and slowly pushed up against her pelvic bone as she flipped to a new photo — now Tina was sucking off two guys while Mark continued to fuck her from behind.



She continued to do this in the photos until she suddenly appeared in one photo sitting at the foot of the bed, completely nude, eyes on the cameraman. What Lana saw next shocked her… a series of foreign naked male bodies all standing over her, stroking their cocks just above her face as she blushed in response.



The next series of pictures depicted her with not just one, but multiple loads of different guys’ cum being shot all over her. Some of the photos caught the action, cum ripping through the air just before impact. Other photos showed Tina recoiling, but smiling as cum exploded from her features. Soon, in the photos, her entire face from forehead to chin was covered in sperm. It was running so thickly down her face that it cascaded down opposite directions around the bridge of her nose. It dripped down in huge thick globs down her breasts and matted into her thick curly pubic hair. Another photo showed a new boy masturbating just below her naval and shooting his thick load of cum into her pubic hair.



A particularly extreme close up showed Tina’s pubic hair covered in a fresh load of sperm.



The next photos depicted her standing, nude and covered in cum around a bunch of worn out, sweaty young men, completely drenched in their seed.



Lana pushed the vibrator into her cunt so hard that she started to cry out in ecstasy and euphoria flooded her groin and her pussy clamped down on the foreign object stuffed inside it. Her muscles rolled and like earthquakes inside her as all her muscles went rigid…and then released as her orgasm exploded against her g-spot sent waves of pleasure rocketing through her nervous system. She pulled Tina’s vibrator from her cunt as her juices spilled out all over her neighbor’s bed and she collapsed onto the photos.

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