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Julie Smith sighed contently as her husband, Frank, pulled their car to a stop in the driveway. Her happy emotion was a result of the family evening they had just spent with their eighteen year old daughter, Cindy. After attending one of the girl’s last high school performances they had gone out to dinner, during which they talked about her performance and plans for college. It had definitely been a pleasant evening and Julie was looking forward to ending it by making love with her husband.



Exiting the car the trio strolled to the front door. Julie, a brunette who wore her hair a few inches past her shoulders, walked holding onto her husband’s arm. Her small, five foot six frame was adorned by a short summer dress that barely reached her thighs and had little buttons running up the front. It’s low, cup-style opening exposed her full, firm cleavage. The dress, along with her heels, announced that she liked showing off her body.



Their blond daughter followed just behind them. Built almost identically to her mother, except with a slightly smaller chest, the girl also enjoyed showing off her body, and she was not naïve about what men liked. Tonight she wore a tight skirt which showed nearly as much thigh as Julie’s dress, and a plain blouse. The top’s thick material hid the fact that she was braless. Also like her mother she kept her hair a little past her shoulders, preferring to wear it loose and free as well.



The three of them were jumped as they walked through the front door. In the shadows Julie sensed some bodies, some movement. She was grabbed from the side and a hand was clamped over her mouth. Next to her she heard a groan and a thud.



Filled by shock and fear she was carried backward into the living room. A light switch was flipped and the area became bathed in the soft light from a couple of lamps. Still confused and scared she scanned the room. Cindy was being hauled to the loveseat by one man and Frank was being set in the straight back chair by another. Her husband appeared groggy, his head lulling to the side. She guessed that the groan and the thud had been him being knocked out and falling to the floor. The third and final man continued to hold her. His strong arm around her waist kept her from running to her family’s aid, the hand over her mouth kept her from cursing at the men.



This was not what she’d had in mind and she wanted to tell them so, wanted to explain that they had gotten their communications mixed up. That this was not supposed to be happening with Cindy present.



She knew Dan, the one holding her. Actually the two of them had been lovers on and off for the last couple years. Not that she was unhappy with her husband or did not love him, Dan simply provided the occasional extra thrill that Frank could not. During the same couple years Frank had started sharing some fantasies about watching her being gangbanged. His words had worked at her sub-conscience, making the idea more and more appealing to her, until she had asked Dan if he knew someone he could invite to join them. That was how she met Sid, the one placing Cindy on the loveseat, a few months earlier. Then one day, when she had stopped by Dan’s unannounced she had also met Tom, the man tying Frank into the chair.



These experiences, the two men taking turns with her body, had fueled her own fantasies as she began thinking about being with the three of them at once. Finally she and Dan had devised the presently unfolding plan, a way of satisfying Frank’s fantasy as well.



But she had expressly told them that it was to either happen when Cindy was at a friend’s, or the girl was to be stashed away back in her bedroom. She was not meant to witness anything. Not that Julie had any misconceptions about her daughter being pure, she knew the girl was sexually active, she had even taken Cindy to get on the pill. Nor was she concerned for the girl’s safety, she knew she could trust the men. But she did not feel it was appropriate for Cindy to watch her mother being fucked by these men, or any man for that matter.



While thinking about all this she watched as Frank was tied sitting up and Cindy was bound by the wrists and ankles. Gags were then placed over both of their mouths. When this was complete Sid and Tom turned to her and Dan.



She tried to figure out someway to either get Cindy relocated or to cancel the entire thing.



“Okay honey, we’re here,” Dan whispered in her ear. “No backing out now. And this is how it’s going to be.”



The way he said it let her know that he was well aware of the ‘confusion’ concerning Cindy, and that he was overriding her instructions. The arm around her waist suddenly became loose and she was turned to face him, while his hand slipped so it remained over her mouth. Looking into his eyes she saw that Cindy was still safe, the men had simply decided it would be more fun to have a second audience member.



Locking her gaze on his she defiantly glared at him, silently telling him that he had better enjoy this, as it would be the last time he was ever with her. His grin told her he had already foreseen this and accepted it.



Out of the corner of her eye she saw his accomplices standing about a foot away, their eyes tracing up and down over her body. Reflexively her natural defiance flared up in her and she further scorned Dan with her eyes.



“And now we’re gonna have some fun with you,” he chuckled in response. “Ain’t that right guys?”



“You bet,” Sid agreed.



“Oh yea,” Tom said.



Now Dan’s hand slid away from her face to slowly roam down toward the top of her dress and the exposed skin there. Along the way his fingers lightly trailed their way across her throat’s flesh causing a small shiver to run through her body. His other arm released her waist and slid up along her side, those fingers joining the others to dance over her cleavage.



One of the other men stepped up behind her and started running his hands up and down her arms. Immediately she felt her body warming even as another shiver tingled through her, their touches sending small electrical pulses along her nerves. A second later she saw Sid step into her peripheral vision and she knew it was Tom behind her.



Sound and movement to the side drew her attention to Frank. She saw that he had regained consciousness. His eyes were still slightly dazed but they were comprehending the scene before him. She quickly imagined what he was seeing; his scantily-dressed wife standing in the center of three strange men, being touched by two of them. She wondered if this was close enough to his fantasies and hoped that it would please him. Glancing his way she tried to communicate that she would be alright with her eyes.



“Yes sir,” Dan pulled her attention back to him. “I do like a woman who shows what she’s got.”



His fingers moved down to trace along the sides of her breasts through her dress and bra before slipping around to their front and back up across the bared tops.



“You are going to be good to us, honey,” he told her. “You’re gonna be real good to us.”



Turning back to him she stared defiantly into his face, her mouth in a firm scowl. Dan simply grinned mischievously back down at her.



His fingers began concentrating all of their attentions to sliding back and forth along the sides of her breasts. While applying soft, firm pressure, enough to make small indentations, they traveled from the two mound’s back edges out to her nipples again and again. After every couple of passes the pressure he was applying grew firmer.



She felt Tom lean into her and start to lightly kiss her shoulder. He moved her hair out of the way so that his lips could travel up her neck to nibble on her ear lobe, his warm breath blowing into her ear.



The attention they were giving her body parts, the two sets of hands and one set of lips running over her, were affecting her. Shiver after shiver tingled through her. Her breathing was growing shallower, and her nipples were starting to harden and ache.



After several minutes of this treatment Tom’s hands stopped running up and down her arms and gripped them instead. She only had a second in which to wonder why before Dan grabbed the top edge of her dress with both hands and gave it a yank. The garment gave easily under the attack. It ripped down the center, rapidly exposing more of her bra and more of her flesh. Cool air blasted against her skin. The suddenness of all this caused Julie to inhale sharply, her breasts heaving with the action. She stared at Dan in shock.



“Oh yeah,” he smiled.



Following his gaze downward she looked at her breast. Her nipples poked at her low riding bra’s material. Dan still gripped the dress and he jerked at it again, ripping it further. Now it hung open about halfway down. He then released the dress to return his hands to her breasts. Again applying soft, firm pressure he traced the edges of her bra, his fingers sliding along her flesh.



“Nice,” he sighed, watching his own fingers against her exposed flesh. “So nice.”



Tom released his hold on her arms and started caressing them again. Pushing her hair off her shoulder once more he kissed her shoulder, her neck. He nibbled her ear lobe. His lips were light on her skin, his breath warm on her flesh.



“What a beautiful woman you are,” he whispered in her ear. “So hot and sexy.”



“Just so damn nice,” Dan breathed, still staring at her breasts.



Still upset by their changing part of the plan, Julie continued glaring at him but it was becoming more and more difficult to fuel the anger in her eyes. Their actions were affecting her. She was loosing her control. She felt a fire smoldering deep inside her and her breathing was growing even more shallow. Without thinking she leaned her head a little to the side, giving Tom easier access to her neck and ear.



“Oh yeah, don’t you worry, honey,” Dan grinned. “We’re gonna take real good care of you.”



With that his hands reached behind her, under the dress, and gripped her bra strap. When he gave it a hard yank the clasp let go easily. This time when she inhaled sharply her tits slid out from under the garment. Cool air licked at her nipples, causing yet another electrically charged shiver in her. The scowl she had been working to maintain slackened, her mouth dropping open just a little.



Dan’s hands moved back to her front where they cupped her breasts, his thumbs sliding across her flesh and over her nipples. The already hardening little nubs stiffened even more in response. Julie breathed deeply. As he continued to hold the fleshy mounds Dan moved his thumbs over and around her nipples, his eyes gleefully watching them grow harder and harder with each passing minute.



Tom’s hands slid from her arms to her ass where he started to rub and massage her through the dress. His lips continued to run along her neck which was slowly bending further to the side. Whenever he got to her ear he would run his tongue around the inside of it and whisper to her. She listened to him breath dirty things to her, things involving their cocks and her body. As she imagined how these things would feel she grew even more aroused. Soon Tom’s lips just stayed by her ear, his tongue flickering inside of it between dirty words. Reflexively she pressed her head into him now. Feeling her legs grow weak she leaned back against his chest for support. Dan continued cupping and lightly caressing her tits. Her chest heaved in his hands as her breathing grew shallower and shallower. Her nipples, now fully swollen, poked straight out. She heard low, small moans rattling in her throat.



“Ohhh,” one of these moans escaped when Dan suddenly tweaked her nipples.



Seeing, and now hearing, her body giving into the desire they were creating Dan chuckled. His fingers started alternating between lightly touching and actually twisting her nipples while his hands cupped and massaged her heaving mounds. He leaned forward and put his lips against her mouth, kissing her lightly. The fire inside Julie flared into a full-on flame. Reflexively she pressed her lips back at him. Their mouths opened, she felt his tongue slide across hers and another moan escaped into his mouth. As their kisses continued, their mouths locking onto each others, she realized that she was actually pushing her chest into his hands.



Behind her Tom still massaged her ass while his dirty words filled her ear with heated breath. Her legs weakened more, and she leaned back harder against him.



One of Dan’s hands moved away from her tit to her arm then slid down it to grip her wrist. He pulled her hand forward and placed it on his crotch. She felt the bulge straining his pants. Once again she moaned into his mouth. Automatically she wrapped her fingers onto the bulge and started rubbing, trying to stroke his hidden cock. Dan’s hand returned to her tit and twisted her nipple again.



“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned.



Until then she felt certain that her couple of little moans had only been audible to herself and Dan, and maybe Tom. But she knew this one was heard by nearly everyone in the room.



Dan’s hands massaged her tits, caressed her nipples, his lips on hers were soft and sensual. Tom’s words in her ear created a collage of images and ideas, his hands kneaded her ass through her clothes. Her desires were growing hotter and hotter. She felt the flames burning inside her, felt herself loosing more control. She no longer felt any of her earlier anger, only her building passion. She had nearly forgotten that Frank and Cindy were even present. She was loosing herself in the moment, in the experience, in the sensation of their attentions. Giving into her desires she reached back toward Tom’s crotch, her free hand seeming to move on its own. She found his straining bulge with a little searching and began rubbing it the same way she was Dan’s. The two bulges she desperately grasped at were hard and inviting.



For several minutes the trio remained like this, two sets of hands and lips manipulating her while she rubbed at their throbbing cocks. This fueled her lust, fanned the flames deep inside her so that she nearly whimpered when Dan did pull his lips away from hers to take a step back.



Through glazed eyes behind heavy lids she saw him standing there staring at her heaving body. His eyes locked on the hard nipples between his fingers, a growing smile on his face. Julie could no longer muster any semblance of defiance in her expression, it was to hungry with lust and desire. Her hands mauled at their crotches. She pushed her ass back into Tom’s hands.



“Get on your knees,” Dan told her a minute later.



She knew what he had in mind and she felt her fires flare higher with the thought of sucking his cock. But she did not want the present attentions to end either.



“No, please,” she moaned lightly through her open lips even as her grip on their bulges tightened. “N- No.”



Releasing her nipples Dan grabbed a handful of hair on top of her head and pushed her down roughly. “I said, get on your knees, bitch. Get down there and suck my fucking cock,” he growled.



She dropped to her knees quickly under his strength. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and briefly wondered if they were from the pain or something else. But she did not dwell on this for long since it did not really matter at this point.



Once on her knees with a hidden cock bulging beneath a pair of pants at eye level she needed little more encouragement. With his hands still tangled in her hair Dan stepped forward and Julie’s hands rushed at his belt and zipper. She tugged at his pants, pulling his under shorts down his thighs along them. In response to the appearance of his nearly rigid cock one of her hands shot forward to encircle it and she started leaning in.



“Whoa,” he stopped her with his handful of hair. “Slow down bitch.”



Confused, she raised her eyes to him questioningly, a couple tears still present in the hunger filled orbs.



“I don’t just want you to suck my cock,” he grinned down at her. “I want you to do it right. Take my pants off, spend some time at it. I want to feel you all over down there. Give it a build up and make sure I enjoy it. You understand me?”



As her mind comprehended his words she slowly nodded. Reluctantly she removed her hand from holding his cock and worked to pull his pants the rest of the way down his legs while he removed his shirt. Once he was completely naked she started to pay homage to his body with her lips and tongue. While she kissed and licked her way across his thighs and entire pelvic region she slowly stroked his now fully erect cock with her hand. She steadied herself by holding onto his ass with her other hand. Her actions, coupled with the anticipation of actually sucking his cock, fueled her desire. Low moans came from her as she opened and closed her lips, planting soft, wet kisses on his skin.



“Yea, honey, now you got the idea,” he assured her, both his hands now in her hair. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing since she could hear low moans coming from him as well.



Each kiss caused her to grow hotter. Each lick fanned her lustful flames. She felt her pussy start to ache and each time her mouth drew near to the hard cock she felt hungrier. She wanted to feel the rigid pole pass along her lips, wanted to suck on it. Seeing a drop of precum leak from its tip she reflexively reached out her tongue to swipe it away and taste it. As she did this she looked straight up into Dan’s face. Freezing in place she waited there, silently asking his permission to take him into her mouth. His answer was him pushing her face forward. Her lips parted as they neared the cock. Slowly she slid them over the stiff member to deliberately crawl down its length until they touched her fingers still wrapped around its base.



“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, holding her head still and sucking deeply.



For a few seconds she remained like this, but once she had grown comfortable she removed her hand and slowly slid her lips along the rest of its length. Her throat became stuffed with the first couple of inches.



“Oh God yes,” Dan groaned in response. “Fuck yeah.”



She held him like this for a few moments feeling it cause her pussy to quiver hungrily. She felt her juices leaking out to dampen her panties. Then she slowly slid back and dislodged most of him. When only the first inch remained in her mouth she pushed herself forward, then withdrew again. Her hand grabbed the cock’s base once more as she slowly pumped herself back and forth while sucking on it. As she gradually increased her pace her other hand held onto his ass. Soon she was sliding her mouth rapidly along the cock, pumping it into her mouth.



“Oh yea, honey. Suck my cock. Suck it you little whore.” Dan’s hips started rocking back and forth in unison with her movements. “Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Fuck me with your mouth.”



As their pace increased his hands tightened in her hair and his hips pushed harder, taking over more and more control as his orgasm neared. Julie simply gave into his force. As she held onto him tightly, her mouth pumping at his cock, her body rocked with their motions. Now a near continuous stream of quiet mewing came from her throat.



“Oh yea, baby. I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” Dan moaned. “Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Swallow my cum.”



Now Dan held her head firmly in place as he proceeded to roughly fuck her mouth. His hips pounded into her face, the hand gripping his cock’s base the only thing stopping him from shoving the thing all the way into her throat. The mixture of pain and pleasure caused her to whimper through the assault as she continued to suck on the member as best she could.



“Yea, let me fuck your mouth, you little bitch.” Dan growled. “Fuck your face while you suck on my cock. Suck it, you little whore. Suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Yea, bitch, suck it like a whore. I’m cumming. Swallow my cum you slut. Swallow my cum.”

Suddenly he froze, his entire body tense. His hips were thrust as far forward as possible, cramming her lips against her fingers. He gripped her hair hard, holding her firmly in place and groaning happily. As his jism shot into her mouth she swallowed as fast as she could. The fingers wrapped around the cock’s base tugged and squeezed. As the last squirts of cum sprayed out she continued suckling while the member started to wilt. When it finally slipped from her mouth she whimpered.



“She’s a good little cock sucker, guys,” Dan chuckled, pushing her off of him. “Who’s next?”



“Let’s see how she handles two at once,” Tom declared.



Both he and Sid had disrobed while watching her suck Dan off and now they stepped up to either side of her. As she straightened up on her knees she turned and looked at the two approaching cocks. Instinctively her hands reached out, gripping and starting to gently tug on them both. First she turned her face to lick Sid’s cock, then she turned to Tom’s. For the next few minutes she alternated her attention from one to the other, licking and slowly stroking them.



The lustful thrill of simultaneously having two hard cocks at her disposal after everything else that had already occurred overpowered her rational senses and she was now in a kind of trance. Somehow she understood what was happening, what she was doing, yet at the same time she was not truly aware. In this foggy mindset all that really mattered was the hunger and desire burning inside her. Feeding the need these created she licked one cock, then the other a few more times before slowly sliding her lips over the head of Sid’s. With only a couple inches in her mouth she started to suck on it deeply. While she slowly engulfed it she moved her tongue along its length. Her extremely slow pace made it seem to take forever for her to get most of it in her mouth, but it was also amazingly pleasurable. As she concentrated on Sid’s cock she was unable to continue stroking Tom’s and instead she held onto it, giving it firm, regular squeezes. Just like with Dan, she waited until she was comfortable with most of Sid’s cock in her mouth then loosened her throat. She then slid it in further until her nose became buried in his pubic hairs. She felt her throat muscles squeeze his cock.



“Oh yes,” he growled at the sensation, his hands now gripping her hair loosely. “Oh fuck.”



She held him there for a couple moments then started slowly sliding back off the member. Again, as her mouth reached the head, she moved forward. She gripped the cock’s base and pumped her mouth along it, swallowing the first inches of him with each forward thrust.



“She is good,” Sid sighed between pleased grunts.



After a few minutes of fucking him with her mouth she pulled it out completely. Instantly she turned to Tom’s cock and proceeded to perform the same acts on it.



“Fuckin’ A,” he whistled as she deep throated his cock. “What a slut.”



The thrill of working on the two cocks caused her fires to rage with a nearly scorching heat. She felt her pussy grow hotter, felt her panties getting damper. Instinctively her hips ground the air, trying to make her undergarments press into her clit. Moving her mouth from one cock to the other she sucked and bobbed her head on each for a few minutes while tugging at the opposite. As the cocks slowly grew stiffer with their nearing climaxes she felt herself grow more and more excited.



She was pumping her mouth on Tom’s cock when Sid let out a tell-tale groan and his hips started to jerk oddly. Realizing what was about to happen she popped her mouth off Tom’s cock and tried turning in time to get it onto Sid’s, but she was not fast enough. The first shot of semen sprayed across her face even as her mouth closed around the erupting member. Somehow this made Tom cum and his cock jerked in her hand, spraying her face as well. She continued to suck on Sid’s cock while she pulled madly at Tom’s, pumping his load out and onto her flesh.



As she knelt there with one cock erupting in her mouth and the other spraying semen across her face she heard a familiar sounding groan elsewhere in the room. This sound registered somewhere in the back of her mind, but it was merely a fleeting recognition. She remained focused on milking the two cocks dry, the duel sensation of their eruptions making her moan excitedly.



Even when the two cocks had finished releasing their loads she could not stop herself from sucking and stroking them, hungrily trying to fill the need she was feeling elsewhere. Only when she heard Dan laughing did she finally relinquish Sid’s cock from her mouth. Refusing to release them though she retained her hold on them as she turned to look for Dan. She spotted him standing by her husband. Frank still sat tied in the chair and his eyes were staring at her hungrily. Slowly her gaze dropped to where a tent grew between his legs, his cock pushing at his slacks. For the second time that night she imagined what he was seeing. His beautifully aroused wife kneeling between two men, their half-hard cocks in her hands, her torn dress exposing her heaving breasts, cum drying on her face and in her hair.



“Looks like hubby’s enjoying the show,” Dan laughed. “He must like seeing his wife be a little slut.”



She could not help staring at the bulge in Frank’s crotch. Even from across the room she saw it jump with the blood pumping into it. The sight of this made her whimper quietly as she felt her hunger being doused with fuel. Kneeling with a cock in each hand, her eyes filled with wonton lust, she reflexively licked her lips. Forcing her eyes to rise back up she saw her own desires reflected in Frank’s.



“What do you think, hubby?” Dan chuckled. “Isn’t your wife one hell of a beauty? She really got into sucking us off, didn’t she?”



Frank slowly nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving her.



“I tell you, I’m not quite ready to put my cock in her pussy yet,” Dan announced. “What say we let her suck you off while I rest up a bit more?”



The familiar groan came from behind the gag again. The desire in her husband’s eyes fanned Julie’s own. She felt her pussy throb with a burning ache. She could no longer think about anything other than having her hunger appeased. Not Cindy, not the men’s disregard for her instructions, nothing. Just having her lustful desires slated.



“How bout it honey?” Dan called over to her. “You want to crawl over here and suck off hubby before we take turns fucking you?”



Without acknowledging him or his question she released his friend’s cocks and started crawling across the carpet on her hands and knees. Her eyes bounced between Frank’s crotch and his face as she neared. When she got over to him she crawled up his lap and dug at his belt. Tied to the chair as he was, he managed to lift his ass just enough so she could pull his slacks down to his knees. As his rigid shaft was revealed she grabbed hold of it, dropping to run her tongue along its length and to swirl her tongue over its head where she swiped away the precum coating it. Looking up she saw his lust filled eyes watching her and she moaned needfully in response. Quickly she sucked him into her warm mouth, immediately sliding down to deep throat him. Above her, he groaned. Beneath her, his hips tried humping up into her face. She knew he was already reaching his orgasm. Her body was now starving for what would happen when she finished sucking Frank off and so she wanted him to shoot his load into her mouth as soon as possible. She pulled back so that she could grip and squeeze the cock’s base, tugging it toward its explosion. Mewing hungrily she started pumping her mouth on it, sliding her lips up and down its length as she sucked and swirled her tongue across its flesh. No longer able to look at him and maintain her actions she just concentrated on rhythmically fucking him to climax. Her aching body leaned into him, smashing her tits against his legs.



She soon felt his climax boiling up inside of him. When she felt the cock jerk and the first spurt of cum blow into her mouth she locked her lips around it and swallowed hard, devouring that and every following spurt. When he was spent she kept him in her mouth for a few moments, suckling on his softening member.



“Yea!” Dan exclaim



When she eventually allowed the limp cock to slide from her mouth she laid her head on Frank’s thigh and stared at the cock as she continued gently stroking it. She felt her fires raging, the desire in her loins blazing with hunger. She also felt her pussy soaking her panties.



“Alright, I think it’s time for some pussy fucking,” Dan announced.



His words sent a thrill of excitement racing through her. The evening’s activities had her to the point of exploding with an orgasm and she desperately wanted it released. When Dan stepped forward to wrap his arms around her she whimpered with the sensation of his touch. She allowed herself to be lifted to her feet then led to the couch where Tom and Sid waited. It was there that they slid her torn dress off her shoulders. When it and her bra lay in a pile at her feet she stood with her nearly nude body on full display feeling completely vulnerable and exposed for the first time that night.



“Wow, would you look at how wet she is?” Dan exclaimed.



She knew what he meant without looking, knew that her white panties were dark with her wetness. She also felt her swollen labia visibly pressing against the weakened material. She stood there, anxious and excited, her bare chest rising and falling as she panted shallowly, her legs partially spread and shaking ever so slightly. When Tom started removing her panties his fingers on her flesh sent a series of quivering shivers coursing through her. Then the others joined him in maneuvering her onto the couch and the sensation of their added touches caused her to whimper.



They placed her with one leg up on the couch’s back and the other down on the floor. She lay there, legs spread, breasts topped by swollen nipples heaving from her panting, her head on the armrest. From beneath heavy lids she stared up at the three men’s stiffening cocks and her hips began to roll slightly upon the cushion as hungry moans escaped her open lips.



“Does the slut want to be fucked?” Dan chuckled.



“Mmmmmm,” she whimpered in response.



She watched him reach toward her, watched his hand lay on her inner thigh, and she felt her flesh burn with the touch. Slowly his hand slid up along her thigh until it cupped her mound, two bent fingers penetrating her barely to the first knuckle. His thumb hovered just above her clit, nothing except a thin space of air between the two pieces of flesh. Her hips jerked, rose up trying to force contact.



“Ohhh,” she cried.



Tom and Sid each began massaging one of her tits; Sid from behind the armrest, Tom from beside the couch. They cupped the fleshy mounds, squeezing and manipulating the pliant flesh, their palms and fingers rubbing against the sensitized nerves of her hard, red nipples.



Her orgasm teetered on the very edge, just waiting to be nudged over, and that was exactly what she wanted. She whimpered again and again, her hungry desperation growing with each second as her body quivered and tensed with feverish anticipation. Through her slitted eyelids she saw Tom’s semi-erect cock dangling near her. Whimpering louder she reached for it, her fingers wrapping themselves around it and tugging.



“You want a cock in your pussy?” Dan asked as he stared down at her.



“Yes,” she sighed.



While she squeezed and pulled at Tom’s cock her hips rolled and pushed more insistently at Dan’s hand, physically begging him to touch her aching, throbbing clit. But he refused her body’s pleas, keeping his thumb just near enough to tease her without actually making contact.



“Ohh. Ohh, ohhh,” she whimpered and mewled as she felt the cock in her hand reach full erectness and her orgasm teetered ever closer to the brink.



“You want it, slut?” Tom chuckled, squeezing her tit. “You want me to fuck you? You want my cock in your wet little pussy?”



“Yes. Oh God yes.” Her back arched off the couch to push her tit into his hand and she tugged hard at his cock. “Oh God yes.”



Her orgasm slipped forward. It now hung precariously over the edge, threatening to explode without any additional coaxing. Then her hips jerked, rolling and popping upward simultaneously. The action was too quick for Dan to keep his thumb from bumping her clit or his fingers from sliding further into her, and the orgasm was freed. It crashed through her body with an amazing amount of force. Her body tensed as her back arched up off the couch, her breasts being crammed into the set of hands fondling them. Her ass twisted into the couch cushion, her hips rolling and popping again and again as they humped her sex on Dan’s fingers, ground her clit against his thumb. The hand holding Tom’s cock pulled and jerked hard enough to make the man grimace. Her other hand gripped a mass of the couch’s back cushion. Her head rolled back on the armrest, her mouth falling open as a combination of both audible and silent moans flowed from her.



“Ohhh,” she whimpered as it started to subside moments later, her body slowly dropping back to the couch and relaxing once more. “Ohhh God!”



For Julie it was the most powerful orgasm she could remember having experienced, and at the time she doubted it could ever be topped.



“That was fucking beautiful,” Sid cheered.



Tom released her tit and started moving toward her open legs. A soft whimper escaped her as Dan pulled his hand from her sex and stepped away to allow him access. Climbing between her legs Tom placed the tip of his cock against her entrance. Being so soon after the explosive orgasm Julie did not expect her body to react too quickly, but she was surprised. As the cock’s head parted her lips and entered her she felt her excitement refreshed, a second orgasm being immediately awakened. Her legs snapped around his waist, her hips driving upward to rapidly push him inside of her.



“Oh God,” she moaned as he filled her.



They started to rock into each other, their lower bodies quickly finding a rhythm together, their pace gradually quickening. A wet sloshing noise came from where his cock pumped in and out of her pussy. With his hands on the couch back and armrest Tom held himself up so he could stare down at her lustful expression and rolling tits.



“Oh God. Fuck me, fuck me,” she encouraged him, her head lulling from side to side. “Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy harder.”



The new orgasm was quickly building, making her hungry for its release. Her ass bounced up off the couch, fucking her pussy at him.



“Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock.” She told him. “Oh God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”



Having recently cum once himself, Tom’s own second orgasm was nowhere near as close as hers so he did not rush his pumping of her pussy as much as she wanted. This made her look up at him. What she saw only served to fuel her heated loins and pending orgasm. He was hovering above her, leering down at her lust filled features and bouncing tits while his cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy. The idea of this caused her orgasm to suddenly explode inside her.



“Ohhh God,” she cried out.



She crammed her pussy against him, burying his cock inside her, her pussy clenching at the rigid member. Her body arched up off the couch again, lifting her chest into the air, her swollen nipples shining atop her bouncing breasts. The site of them was too enticing for Tom to pass up and he clamped his mouth over one of them. This sent her orgasm into overdrive. She tried to simultaneously cram her pussy even further onto his cock and more of her tit into his mouth.



“Ohhh God,” she cried, one hand grabbing the back of his head and shoving it against her breast. “Ohhh God yesss. Suck my tit. Fuck me. Suck my tit. Ohhh God.”



The orgasm crashed through her with wave after wave of pleasure, causing her body to shake and tense.



Then, as it slowly faded, her body relaxed again. But his lips around her nipple, his tongue licking the hard nub, felt too good to loose so she held his head in place, making it follow her tit down. As her hips dropped he began pumping his cock into her again and she pumped her hips back at him.



“Oh yes, fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck my pussy with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Yes, fuck me.”



His mouth remained locked firmly on her nipple, sucking. She felt the force of his thrusts growing harder as his own fires were stoked. His cock slid easily in and out of her soaked pussy, his pelvis bumping into her clit every few strokes. She whimpered and mewled with pleasure between urging him to go faster even as her pussy muscles clenched at his cock. Soon he was pounding his cock into her roughly, ramming it into her harder with each forward thrust.



“Oh yes. Oh God yes,” she cried. “Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock.”



Suddenly his mouth released her breast as his head roared upward. His hips slammed between her legs. His pelvis ground against hers, bumping into her clit. His cock became buried inside her as deep as possible. She felt it twitch and jump, felt it start to pump his semen into her hungry pussy. And she felt his explosion kindle the embers of yet another orgasm in her.



“Oh yes,” she whimpered with its first, initial shivers.



“Damn, that was good,” Tom grinned as the last of his load was released.



He remained hovering above her until his cock slowly slipped from her pussy then he climbed off and stepped back. She remained laying with her legs spread, her now puffy labia red and swollen, a mixture of their juices visibly leaking out.



“Damn good,” he re-affirmed.



“I’m next,” Sid announced, stepping forward.



Turning, she saw that his cock was fully erect and ready to be shoved into her. Through her half closed eyes she watched him climb between her legs. Reflexively she reached down to grip his member and guide it to her waiting pussy. When the tip of it pressed at her opening he slid forward, burying himself deep inside of her fast and coaxing her newest orgasm forward.



“Ohhh yesss,” Julie sighed.



The two of them worked toward a rhythm, finding a tempo that they could each match, their bodies moving against each other. Looking up she saw that Sid was also holding himself up to stare down and enjoy her lustful expression and bouncing breasts.



“Fuck me,” she told him, pushing herself up harder against him. “Fuck my pussy. My wet pussy. Fuck my wet pussy with your cock.”



“Fucking beautiful,” he moaned, watching her ride up against him. “Just fucking beautiful.”



The pace of their humping steadily increased until they reached one steady rhythm. Their pelvises pounded into each other, her clit receiving a straight-on, solid contact every few pumps. She felt her need growing, her orgasm building.



“Oh God yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder, harder,” she moaned, urging him like her own desires were urging her. “Fuck my wet pussy harder.”



Like Tom, Sid was in no hurry to cum this time and so he failed to increase the pace or the force of his humping any. Still, their constant rhythm pushed her orgasm closer and closer to the edge. Her muscles tightened every few moments as she felt it teeter precariously. Her head rolled upon the armrest, her features a mixture of pleasure and pain. From beneath her heavy lids she caught glimpses of Sid staring down at her, watching their bodies move against one another, her tits bouncing and rolling with the action.



Her orgasm reached the brink, teasing her with its promise of an explosive release. She wanted it to crash through her body, to feel its waves of ecstasy. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his back, giving her better leverage. Then she began making her hips jump up off the couch at him.

OK, Well after my last email detailing to you all what a slut I had been a couple of weeks ago at the pub with Hubby’s friend, my hubby got so aroused by the responses and my eagerness to please, he organised surprise for me…. and as it turns out, “what a surprise!” He had always talked about seeing me used by a group of men, but I never really thought he would do it and we just spoke of it during sex as one of our fantasies. Well, no more and this is exactly what happened last Saturday night….



It was around 9pm when I got a call from my hubby, he was still at the pub after footy with his mates and he called to tell me he would be about another half an hour, BUT that he had a surprise or me and I should make sure the kids were asleep and I was “ready for him” when he got home.



He sounded pretty drunk, but horny as always, so I was expecting that he had bought a new sex toy, or a 3some / group sex DVD for us to watch whilst we fucked, so I was pretty happy about that and proceeded to groom myself and be fully prepared for when he got home.



I went upstairs for a quick shower and then put on a very sexy small short dress that I know hubby likes and some thigh high black lacy stockings, I glimpsed in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good, but also if he bought home any of his mates for post match drinks then I wouldn’t look to slutty and offend them.



He came in alone and as the kids were all asleep downstairs, he took me upstairs into our bedroom, which is very large and has another sitting room in it and a huge bathroom and walk in robe (his and hers). He told me to undress and hop on the bed which I did, slipping out of my skimpy dress and just leaving my thigh high stockings on.



He then bought out a small bag of cocaine….. (We don’t do it often, but when we do I LOVE it as the sex is INCREDIBLE just AMAZING on coke and always blows my mind). After we have cocaine we lose all of our inhibitions (if we have any left) and then I’m up for anything.



So we did a few lines and started kissing on the bed and hubby, as expected put a DVD on the flat screen which was all about 3somes, multiple men on single girls and gang bangs etc. We watched it for about half an hour, doing more lines as we watched and by now I was literally soaking wet, dripping juice from my pussy and dying to be fucked. Hubby kept on teasing, but he wouldn’t touch my cunt and was dragging it out like he was waiting for something. So at about 10 pm he went into the robe and emerged with the bondage cuffs and ropes again.



I was pretty turned on at the thought of being tied up and used again as it is one of my favourite things to do, and I laid on my back for him to do it, but he said ‘no’ and made me stand up at the side of the bed facing it and bend over.



He tied my legs to the ground, one rope on the head bed post and one on the bottom bed post and my feet were well apart. He then made me lean right over the bed and then tied my arms to the other bed posts so I was face down, spread eagled leaning over the bed with my arse and pussy in the bent over ‘doggy’ position facing the sitting area. He then reached into his pocket and bought out a blindfold.



Before he put it on, he let me have one more big line of coke, and then he blindfolded me and left the room. My head was spinning and I was high, really turned on, super horny and helpless!



About 10 minutes later, (seemed much longer!!) he came back in the room and started licking my cunt and fingering me from behind. It was so good and I felt my orgasm building and I was moaning and telling him I was his cum slut and I wanted to feel his cock in me now. He obliged by standing up and mounting me deep and hard and as he did I came straight away, and tried forcing myself back on his cock which seemed huge! As I did I opened my mouth to talk and without any warning I had a another cock rammed into my mouth making me gag and took me completely by surprise. I had no idea anyone else was in the room and I was shaking with surprise, excitement and shock wondering just who it was, how long had they been there… who was it?



I didn’t have any chance to ask as I was doing all I could to suck the cock in my mouth and again he rammed it into me and I just surrendered to it and became the whore he wanted me to. I tried as hard as I could to suck his knob, he was uncircumcised and big, and the guy behind me, who I thought was my hubby told me to suck his friends cock like a slut and he grabbed my hair and rocked my head up and down as I did……….. And no, it WASNT my hubby.



My head was spinning again, and I was still really high and in absolute heaven being fucked from both ends by 2 strange cocks, tied to my bed and being used. I lost count of my orgasms again, and had the time to catch my breath as they swapped ends.



As they got into position, I got to taste my own cunt juices on the guy that was fucking me, and when he was in my mouth I could tell he was HUGE and uncut also and tasted Devine. The other guy was then behind me and he spat on my arse and cunt and rubbed his cock up and down my crack, but when he pushed in, he pushed into my arse instead of my pussy and started fucking me like a slut in my arse. I really do like anal sex and especially when I’m on coke, so the feeling it gave me was simply amazing and I urged him on in between thrusts of his friends cock.



I was SOOOOOO wet by now I was still leaking juice and as I was concentrating on these 2 I felt a tongue darting in and out of my pussy.!! FUCK!!! how many guys are in here I thought and I got a bit concerned as hubby hadn’t said a single word yet, and I knew it wasn’t him eating my cunt as the guy that was had a beard and hubby doesn’t!!!



Well this went on for ages, they swapped many times, different holes all the time, from my arse to my pussy, in my mouth calling me a slut and a whore rubbing their dicks in my face my hair all over my body and not a word from hubby, who I sensed was sitting in the chairs in our room, as I could hear the camera clicking away in the background.



After I had yet another orgasm, I heard them all talking about where to cum on me, and then I heard ‘not in her pussy, I want it clean’ from yet another guy who wasn’t my hubby!!!!! OMG!!!!!



So the 3 guys then all got in front of me, grabbed my roughly by the hair and took turns fucking my mouth and shooting their loads on my face, my hair and blindfold and then some into my mouth. It was fantastic to taste all their cum and it was all over me and I just stank of it and the salty taste and smell made me cum again.



I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much before and I knew hubby was sitting somewhere with a hard on taking pics and planning on fucking me afterwards in my cum filled and splattered state.



So the 3 guys who were now all spent all got off the bed and I was unsure what was next, until hubby finally spoke up and told me to snort another line, (which he bought over to me on a plate while he held the straw). After I did as I was instructed I was high, very happy and very horny again.



On coke you can fuck for hours, and every time it’s like the first time as you are sexually aroused to the extreme and a guy can hold off Cumming for as long as he wants. Hubby usually takes a Viagra, and he and Chris have had some awesome sessions with me like this.



Well there I was , high and still tied up and my face completely covered in cum, so I was a bit nervous about what was next when I felt some really large rough hands on my arse and he slipped an finger into my cunt and my arse at the same time. I can tell you the whole time I was getting off on knowing how much this would excite my hubby and how horny it will be in reliving it over and over again when we fuck.



The guy behind me then spat (I think on his cock) and literally drove it into my well used pussy to its hilt, right up to his balls in one thrust and I screamed and then moaned uncontrollably while he continued to thrust his cock all the way into my cunt. I can tell you he was fucking HUGE, his cock completely filled me and touched the top of my cervix with every thrust and he was grabbing me so hard on my hips he has left marks on me… bruises.



He just kept on slamming his cock into me like a piston, It was like he was hate fucking me and I loved it. I felt a hand on my chin and I opened my mouth and yet another cock slipped into it. I could tell it was hubby as I know his cock so well and he was smooth and uncut and I started to blow him like he desires and deserves for giving me such an awesome surprise, so I kept on moaning like his bitch. He was calling me his cum slut and telling me how sexy I looked covered in cum and he was wiping his cock all over my face making me taste the other men’s seed again and face fucking me holding my hair in fistfuls in his hands as he drove into my mouth and throat.



I knew they guy who was fucking me couldn’t keep up the pace he was going for long, although he had done an amazing job so far, and after about 10minutes he started to drive even harder and faster and then finally he screamed out ‘I’m Cumming I’m Cumming’ and then I felt him tense up as he drove right inside me, touching the top of my pussy and I felt him spurting his load as deep inside me as anyone could and he began filling my cunt up with his load.



He stayed in me for a while as his cock softened, and as he pulled out my cunt, it made a popping sound as he was so big it stretched me out and then he swapped with hubby and made me lick and suck his cock until it was clean again. I could taste my own juices and my cum, as well as the salty flavour of this unknown guy who just fucked me better than anyone else had ever done before, and it was fantastic.



Hubby had withdrawn from my mouth and then he went behind me and started to fuck me furiously, in the cum filled mess that was my slutty pussy and then after just a minute or so he came inside me and added his cum to my strange lovers seed.



I heard them all leave and there they left me, tied up, still high and my face completely covered in cum and, another 2 loads leaking out of my pussy and running down my legs and onto the floor.



I could hear them all downstairs having a drink and talking, then after about 15 minutes they all left and hubby came back upstairs to talk to me. I still had my blindfold on and I have NO IDEA who these guys were or how I was just fucked and used by.



Hubby went around behind me and rammed his still hard cock into once more and as he fucked me he removed the blindfold and fucked me furiously again. He said I was full of cum and sloppy and stretched out, so he then put his cock in my arse and proceeded to fuck me till he shot his load inside of me again.



So I was now a true whore and cum slut, his whore and cum slut and I was totally filled with cum, in all holes. It was only then I was untied by him and made to stay on the bed all night and sleep in the wonderful mess they had created for me. It was just fantastic!!!!



I have asked MANY times for him to tell me who it was that he had fuck me, or show me the pictures but he always says no. He says that I will never know who had used my body, taking me in all my holes and emptying their sperm all over me like a slut.



Hubby loves the fact that I have no idea who they were and that I will run into them in my normal daily life without a clue, and they will be remembering what I looked like as their cum slut for the night for the night, looking into my pussy and they will be devouring me with their eyes again and again. I have to admit, the thought drives me crazy and I’m constantly looking at the people I know trying to work out if it was one of them…….. I’m always horny trying to work it out and don’t look at our friends the same way anymore. I’m constantly trying to picture them naked or listening to their voices to find a clue.



Hubby is either perverted or a genius…… perhaps a perverted genius at that.



Bye



K



xxx

I enjoy being a submissive to my husband, Alex. Our sex life is fantastic when it’s just the two of us, but several times a month he takes me out somewhere to find someone else for me to fuck. I never know where we are going. He chooses what I wear, and I never know the gender of the person I will be fucking, or the number of them for that matter. He does not demean me while doing this, instead he chooses a scenario that I have had a fantasy about, or that he has envisioned. It is meant to bring pleasure to both of us and allow us to fulfill fantasies.



My job is to tell him any fantasy I have. I describe them in detail while he fingers and licks my pussy. He helps me to enhance my sexuality in things that I would be afraid to do without his guidance. I never tell him no. If he chooses something for me, that is what I will do. Truth be told, every bit of it makes me hot. I love his deciding what I am going to and all the planning he puts into it.



This story is one I often replay in my head when he is out of town. I use toys to recreate what I can and I know how much my husband loves me because he gives me these fantastic nights. Not every husband is willing to allow his wife to fuck another man, much less groups of people.



First a little bit about myself. I am average height and average weight for a woman. I know how to play on my features and be either coy or downright slutty and I love both. I can turn heads when I want to. I love cock and I love pussy. Most of all I love pleasing my husband. We are in our early 40s and everything about us is “average.” We have the house with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids and dog. Soccer games, football games and cheerleading practice are on our daily schedules. We are typical family next door, but behind closed doors, especially bedroom doors, we are far more free.



I came home from work on a Friday night to find my husband sitting on our bed. He was naked, cock at full staff and ready for me. I dropped to me knee in front of him, happily taking his cock into my mouth. Once I got his full length in my mouth, I knew. He is only this hard when he’s about to take me out somewhere. My pussy tingled with excitement. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down the length of my cock. He grabbed my head, keeping it still.



“You are a slut tonight and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I want to,” he commanded. Oh, my pussy got so wet.



As he held my head, his strokes were long, hard and fast. I had to resist the urge to gag and adjust a little bit so I could take his length down my throat.



“Oh, your hot mouth is better than your pussy tonight,” he groaned.



He only lasted a few minutes with his assault on my mouth before I was slurping up his sticky cum. He came so hard I couldn’t swallow it all. My mouth dripped with his cum. I didn’t want to waste any, so I wiped it off my face, rubbed it on my tits, then licked it off. I licked his cock nice and clean, making sure to get every drop.



My pussy was aching for relief, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting it. On our nights out, he wants me as wet as possible when I meet my partner or partners.



When Alex was finished he pulled me to a standing position and started removing my clothing. He led me to the bathroom, lifting me onto the counter, sliding my ass to the edge as I braced myself.



On the counter were the razor and shaving cream. With the agony my pussy was already in, this was going to be difficult. When he shaves my pussy I always struggle to keep from cumming. All the playing with my pussy gets me worked up.



He slathered my throbbing lips with shaving cream, meticulously using the razor to clean every hair from my pussy and ass. By the time he was done, my entire body throbbed with desire and anticipation. He gave my clit one slow lick before I got down. I couldn’t wait to get to wherever we were going, but I knew he would be slow, making me wait.



We returned to the bedroom for me to get dressed. I never know what the outfit is going to be. It can be anything from barely there to school marm, covered to my ankles with my hair pulled into a tight bun. Each part of the unknown fuels my excitement.



I already had a clue since he told me I was going to be a slut tonight. This probably meant barely there, or leather, or something along those lines. These were actually my favorite outfits, but I didn’t tell him that. I saw his cock harden whenever he dressed me in one of these outfits. Tonight was no exception. When he opened the box and revealed the outfit, he pulled my hand to his cock, which had hardened again. Another thing I never know during our adventures is if he will be part of them. Sometimes he does nothing but watch. Other times he is actively fucking me. I hoped tonight it would be the latter since his cock was hardening quickly. Nights like this usually meant I’d be in for a good, hard cock pounding.



The first item he pulled out was a lace garter belt. He held it out for me to step into. As he slid it up and over my hips, I quivered. His hands were hot on my skin. Next came the stockings that were attached to the garters. He ever so slowly slid them up my legs, his palms firm on my legs so I could feel the heat of his hands. His fingers grazed near my clit, but never touched it. I wanted to feel his fingers so badly.



Tonight there were no panties. My pussy juice would be dripping down my legs. Next he pulled out a black mini skirt. As with the garter belt, I stepped into it with his hands running up my legs. It fell just a couple of inches below my ass. I do yoga to keep my body in decent shape and it has done wonders on my ass. I have a nice jiggle to it when I get fucked, but it looks firm and has a traditional heart shape. The skirt showed it off well. My last piece of clothing was a bustier that laced up the front. It didn’t cover much of my tits. It came up just over my nipples. My tits jiggled as I walked. They aren’t huge, but they are a mouthful and my nipples are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them played with.



I wore no jewelry except my wedding ring. My hair was down, just past my shoulders. My lips were a vibrant red and very glossy. My eyes were played up, but I doubted any man would notice them tonight. The final adornment was my shoes. Black 4″ heels. They had a pattern that came to mid calf that criss crossed and tied; another part of my submission.



He did something he had never done before after he finished dressing me. He reached for a small container that contained a green gel. He pushed up my skirt and spread the gel across my clit. It tingled on contact and it wasn’t from his touch. There was something in the gel that made me tingle. Every time I moved it tingled more. This was going to be the most excruciating pleasure.



He didn’t say another word. He just took my hand, leading me to the car. We got in and drove in quiet for about 45 minutes. I had to keep as still as possible or the gel on my pussy would start me tingling all over again. We stopped at an area and a bar I was not familiar with. We could hear some loud bass thumping as we got to the door. He opened the door for me, letting me go in first. There was definite anticipation mixed with apprehension. I didn’t know what was on the other side of the door.



When I walked in, it didn’t take long before heads were turning. My pale white skin stood out in this bar. There were a few other white couples in the bar, but it was mostly black and Hispanic. I was most certainly in the minority here. As I walked, the gel made my clit tingle. Each step brought most wetness in my pussy and incredible sensations.



We didn’t stop for a drink as we usually do. Instead we walked up to another couple and Alex asked them if they would like to dance with me. He then told them I liked both men and women and loved to be felt up as I danced. Soon the three of us were on the dance floor while he bought our drinks.



Dancing was exquisite and torturous at the same time. The gel on my clit was still very active and every move I made sent jolts straight to my pussy. I was also wedged between the couple, with the man behind me, grinding his cock into my ass, and the woman running her hands over my tits. My husband simply stood at the bar, watching. The man behind me started running his hands up my legs and under my skirt. When he could tell that there were no panties under my skirt, he went to slide it up. I started to tug it down.



Alex shouted, “Leave your skirt up. Show off that fine pussy and ass! Unless anyone minds that is.”



It started slowly, then I heard chants of “Pussy and ass, pussy and ass, pussy and ass…” It continued until I pulled skirt up around my waist, showing off the garters and stockings. When I did, a round of applause went around the bar.



My husband left the bar and joined me. He told me he wanted me to properly thank the couple for dancing with me. I didn’t understand what he meant until he placed each of my hands on their crotches. He asked the couple if they would like me to stroke them. The woman of the couple said she’d prefer if we both gave her husband a blowjob if we were agreeable to that. My pussy dripped as we waited for the response.



“Sure. My wife is happy to suck cock. Would you like privacy or an audience?” He asked.



“Oh, I don’t mind an audience,” she responded.



Things were moving quickly and my pussy was damn hot and wanting relief. We were on the edge of the dance floor as we pulled the husband’s pants down. A nice thick cock sprang to attention. It was dark but not black. Pre cum was already dripping from the head. I didn’t wait, lowering my mouth, taking as much in as I could. Lowering to my knees, I began to swallow his cock, or as much of it as I could. I struggled to get his length into my mouth without gagging.



“Let me show you how to deep throat,” his wife said. She proceeded to swallow his whole damn cock in one swift move. I watched in awe as she easily manipulated his meat down her throat, quickly and his full length each time.



“Now you try,” the wife told me.



I tried again, still not able to take everything. I cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle tug. He took this as a sign to shove his cock farther down my throat. I gagged as he did. His wife grabbed my head, sliding it up and down his cock, pushing me further and further with each stroke. When his balls slapped my face, I realized I had his entire cock in my throat. His wife continued using my head and mouth to fuck her husband. Alex simply stood behind me stroking my ass.



“Suck his big hard cock,” the wife told me repeatedly. “You look like you like having a cock in your mouth.”



This man had stamina. He continued pounding in and out of my mouth. His wife joined me, cupping and sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock when he pulled out of my mouth. My mouth hit her tongue as I stroked back down on him. Each time we touched I felt the fire in my pussy.



I heard the wife say, “I think he’s going to cum. I want some too.”



She pulled me off his cock so we could both suck and lick him when he came. I pumped the base of his thick cock while we licked away. As we continued, we were rewarded with a face full of cum. We licked and sucked until he was dry. I happily lapped the cum from his wife’s face, licking her mouth, taking her tongue deep into mine.



I almost screamed when my husband’s hand found my clit. I had been dripping for so long, and tasting cum on another woman only made my own need to cum stronger. His mere touch nearly sent me over the edge. He pulled me back and whispered in my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl, I’ll find you someone to lick your pussy.”



“Oh, yes, please,” I moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take me long to cum once I had a tongue on my now tender pussy.



He took me to the dance floor, with my skirt still at my waist as he stroked my ass. I didn’t know who in particular he was looking for, but he worked our way through the crowd, my pussy waiting in anticipation. Several people reached out to grab my ass, or run a hand over my pussy or tits as we made our way through the crowd. Finally he stopped. In front of me was a very good looking black man. He was tall and slim and medium toned skin. He looked like he worked out.



“Would you like to eat my wife’s pussy?” he asked the man.



“Hell yeah,” the man responded.



“Follow us,” my husband said.



He found us a table that came to about mid thigh on the men and put me on my back across it. It wasn’t a back room, but it was more remote than the dance floor. You could still easily see us from the bar and the dance floor. As you’ve figured out, I have no problem with having people watch me have sex. Knowing that people are watching me and that there are men who would fuck me given the chance, makes it far more exciting to me. I’m also quite vocal when I fuck, so being discreet isn’t really an option anyway.



My husband looked at the man, saying, “She’s all yours.”



The man knelt in front of me, eagerly lapping at my pussy. My husband dropped his pants, pulled my head back and stuck his cock in my mouth.



I had my first orgasm in minutes. It had been a long time coming. My screams were muffled around my husband’s cock, but I knew people had heard me and were watching us.



“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention,” my husband said. “You’ve got plenty of people watching you suck my cock while you get sucked. You like that, don’t you. You like having people watching you fucking.”



I could only groan in response. My mouth was full.



The man licking my pussy did not let up after I came. His tongue probed everywhere, including sliding back to my ass.



My husband told him, “Oh, she has a tight ass. See if you can get it loosened up for her.”



The man slid three fingers into my pussy, fucking me furiously, getting my pussy nice and wet while he continued to eat me. Being a slut was exactly what I wanted tonight. I felt another orgasm building. The finger fucking came faster and harder until I burst. My cum flowed down the man’s fingers, which he spread on my ass. He wasted no time in sliding a finger in and pumping away.



“Yeah, loosen her ass up. She’s going to need it,” my husband stated.



Damn. What else was going to happen tonight, I wondered. I didn’t have time to think much, because the man slid a second finger into my ass, while tonguing my clit. My husband continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. The sensations flowing across my body were pure bliss.



When the man pushed three, then four fingers into my ass, I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and screamed as yet another orgasm hit me.



“Oh, yeah, fuck my tight ass,” I screamed. “Eat my wet pussy,” I begged him. He continued until the orgasm subsided.



“Oh, that ass is nice and wide now,” the man said as he licked around my hole.



“You can fuck her if you want until I get back,” my husband stated.



The man wasted no time in sliding into my pussy. He slid in easily since I was damn wet. I had been denied an orgasm for hours, then given three inside of an hour. I’m sure I reeked of sex.



The man fucking me undid the ties on my bustier, freeing my tits. He pinched and pulled them while he slammed his cock into my wet pussy. My tits are sensitive to begin with, but the sexual frustration and the excitement of the crowd gathering around us heightened my sensations. This man was using my body like his own fuck doll and I loved every minute of it. My body felt jolts of electricity going to my clit and tits each time he slammed his cock into me.



He was pounding away when Alex returned with another man. I struggled to focus as my pussy clenched around the cock fucking it. This man was built big. Everything about him was big. He had broad shoulders, was easily over six feet, large hands, a square jaw, and a huge cock inching closer to my mouth. He was easily 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. His skin was black as coal.



I simply screamed as I came, my pussy clenched hard and tight around the man’s cock, giving it one hell of a massage.



“Shoot that cum on her tits,” Alex told the man fucking me. He moved quickly, his cock exploding with thick cum, covering my chest. My tongue stuck out, hoping to catch some that I could taste.



“Give her your cock to clean off. We don’t want you to have to leave with a messy dick,” Alex told the first man.



He eagerly filled my mouth with his still hard cock. I sucked him dry, cleaning his cum and my pussy juice from him. I love the taste of my pussy on a cock and welcome any chance to suck it off. When the man left, he gave me a good slap on my ass, telling me what a good fuck I’d been.



The new man had taken my hand, wrapping it around his monster cock. My fingers barely fit around him. I groaned with anticipation. His black hands massaged my creamy white tits. He replaced one hand with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my hard nub. I squirmed all over the table.



Alex bent down to tell me, “This night is far from over. Shortly you will have your pussy and ass stuffed full of cock.”



“Oh yes, give me more,” I cried.



Alex took his place at my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit as his cock slid into my pussy. His quick manipulation of my clit, along with the sight of my white hand around this big black cock had me cumming quickly. It was going to feel damn good when he filled my pussy with it.



As Alex continued pumping my cunt, the man gave me his cock to taste. Any woman that could take him into her mouth had my admiration. My mouth was stretched just to take in the width, not to mention the length. He was gentle as I worked to swallow as much as I could.



“You look beautiful with that big black cock in your mouth,” Alex told me. “And you have quite an audience.”



I attempted to turn my head, which was difficult with my mouth stuffed, but what I could see showed me that we were surrounded with watchers. Some of the crowd was issuing instructions to the two men.



“Fuck that pussy hard.”



“Shove that cock down her throat.”



“Grab those tits and work them.”



“Flip her over and give her a good fuck.”



The last comment registered somewhere. Alex maneuvered me so that I was on my hands and knees on the table. It was a bit of a relief since it made it slightly easier to suck the cock in front of me.



Each time Alex slid his cock into me, my mouth pushed forward onto the man’s cock. I wanted it in my pussy so badly, but Alex decided what happened. If I asked to have the man fuck me, he would make me wait longer, and I didn’t want to wait.



I felt something cold and wet on my ass. I realized that Alex was spreading lube across my asshole. He wasted no time in plunging his fingers deep into my hole. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass. It wasn’t the first time I had his, or any, cock in my ass.



A loud groan escaped my mouth as he plunged his full length into my ass in one swift move.



What came next came as a complete surprise to me, but was the fulfillment of a fantasy.



Alex pulled me off the cock in my mouth, straightening me so my back was against his chest. He held me up by my tits.



“It’s time,” Alex said to the other man.



What did that mean?



I found out when the man closed in on us, sliding his cock into my pussy.



A primal groan came from my throat as the monster cock slid into my pussy, stretching it wide. It was a good thing I was so wet or he probably would have ripped me open. As he slid further and further in, the pleasure began to come. Alex slowly slid in and out of my ass, as the man pushed further and further into my pussy. I had never been so stuffed.



It took a few minutes before the men were able to establish a rhythm, thrusting into my holes at the same pace. They were hitting spots of pleasure I never knew existed. I could no longer contain my pleasure.

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Thanks for all the feedback on the previous story; it definitely gave me the motivation to write another.

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The puff of smoke was a cliche. It was a metaphor. I just couldn’t remember which one. My eyes focused on the last puff of smoke I had exhaled from my cigar. It hung in the air heavily in front of me, capturing the focus of my retinas; the background an animated blur. The bourbon and the beer rendered my attention compromised. I squinted my eyes, trying to bring the image into focus, but I couldn’t. I could only see the smoke. The blur? It was my wife rocking back and forth between two of my friends, pleasuring the three of them in a way neither had known before. My mind reeled as I took stock of the situation; how did we get here?



Once a month, for years now, I get together with some guys to play poker. It’s your typical poker night with the boys. No one bets so much money that people leave pissed off, but the bets are high enough to keep things interesting. Arrangements have gotten more complicated over the years, but everyone makes sure their wife or girlfriend is out for the evening and we are free to swear, fart, drink, talk, and most importantly, play poker.



My wife, Anne, has mixed emotions about the game. I always think she’ll be happy to have the house to herself on a Saturday — to forget about me for an evening and let loose, but that is never quite the case. She misses me. It’s really cute and speaks volumes about just how much I mean to her, which I love, but I still need a night with the boys. It was my turn to host the game, making it harder for her to stay away.



She gets along well with Dan’s wife, so the two of them planned to go out and have a margarita while the guys came to our house for poker. I cleaned up the basement a little, pushing old boxes back into the storeroom, making sure it didn’t smell too bad. It was February so it was too cold to play out on the deck, and Anne doesn’t care for cigar smoke in the house. The basement was the perfect venue. It was cement floor, block wall, dirty, dark, and dank. And even better? I stuck an exhaust fan in a window that would blow the smoke out of the room. I had just what we needed: A card table, five chairs, cable TV in the corner playing ESPN and enough stogies, beer, Bourbon and snacks to keep us going as late as we wanted. It was a man cave, and we were men.



By nine o’clock everyone had showed up; Dan, Joe, Chris, and Darren. The perfect card crew. It’s tough to get the right group of guys for a poker game, usually there is the odd brother-in-law or the guy from work that you invite but wish had turned you down. Not in this group –just guys who know all the jokes before you tell them and laugh anyway. Light beer? Try again. Cheap bourbon? Not on your life. Nickel bets? Nada. No one gets bent out of shape if the money doesn’t add up, it never does, because we drink like fish.



Cards are flying, the music is getting louder, and the stories are even more ridiculous than last time. We’re all on our 5th beer, 3rd Bourbon and 2nd cigar. Every good poker night has a window of time when it feels like a runner at peak efficiency; every part in perfect harmony, moving together as one, striding towards a common goal, and that window was now. Right up until a pair of perfect legs begins to slowly descend the stairs.



I’m the first to see them. I know those legs anywhere, I see them every day, and yet they still make my heart beat just a little faster. I’m not sure who follows my gaze first, but one-by-one, everyone else turns to watch a pair of toned, athletic, bare legs make their way down the stairs. My wife, the runner, pushes herself hard on the hilly trails by our house so when she wears a skirt, every male (and sometimes female) head turns. As Anne descends the stairs her head eventually comes into view and she realizes we are all staring. She was hoping for that.



“Are you boys having a good time?” she asks playfully.



“Hell yeah!” Dan says with enthusiastically drunk gusto



“Good,” Anne replies genuinely, “I just got home and thought I would come down to see if you boys need anything.”



I don’t know if it was just me, but I swear there was suggestion as she said the word “anything.”



Joe and Chris tried to look at me nonchalantly, but I wouldn’t return their glance.



“Nah, we’re fine.” Darren said trying to be polite to the host’s wife. As a veteran poker night player, he knows the value of keeping the wife happy. A happy wife doesn’t always equal a good game of poker, but an unhappy one usually spells trouble.



I suspected Anne was hoping to get more involved.



“Honey, I bet everyone would love another round, they are just too polite to impose.”



“Impose?” Anne said incredulously, “I would love to serve your friends!”



I hadn’t misread her enthusiasm.



She made it a point to go around the table and ask each guy, with a hand on his shoulder, “And what can I get for you, Sir?”



Her skirt was fun. What’s “fun?” Its somewhere between flirty and playful. It’s loose with ruffles, colorful, and as a guy you just hope for that perfect gust of wind because you desperately want to find out what kind of panties, if any, she is wearing.



When Anne made her way around to me, I place my hand on her ass, making sure everyone could see, and told her to “guess.”



“Bourbon?” She asked.



“With four ice cubes.” I said authoritatively.



“You know I wouldn’t mess up your drink.”



She is a saint. I know everyone saw me touch her and I wondered what went through their minds. I watched her walk away, so did everyone else, loving her ass swaying back and forth just a little more than necessary.



When she returned a few minutes later, I eyed her blouse. I couldn’t remember how many buttons she had undone when she left, but I swear it was open further than before. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, everyone could tell. She has small but firm breasts with nipples that love to poke out. She slowly sauntered around the room, fully aware of the attention she was receiving — the card game had slowed significantly. “Who had the other bourbon?” Anne asked.



“That’s me.” said Dan.



“You know I can’t resist a man who likes his bourbon” she said with a playful note in her voice. She looked at me when she said this, and I couldn’t help but smile.



This past summer, one of our favorite fantasies became a reality when Anne took Chris and Joe at the same time at our pool, fucking them both wildly before letting me have my way with her. Since then we had cooled down a little with extra-marital adventures, choosing instead to rehash the experience often while having sex, each of us telling the other what they saw and felt to excite us as we made love. We even talked about wilder fantasies, with more guys, and sometimes girls, but hadn’t had the opportunity to try them out in real life. I could tell Anne was thinking about some of those fantasies right now.



She leaned over Dan, putting his glass on the far side of the table so she could bend over and show half the table her cleavage. Her tits pushed up out of her shirt, inviting all eyes at the table to try and look down her blouse.



“Whose deal?” I asked, bringing everyone back to reality while making sure I still had control of the situation.



I could tell Anne pouted just a little as the attention turned away from her and back towards our game. Just to see what would happen, I opened my mouth again; “Anne, why don’t you get some more pretzels for us.. you can even feed the winner of this hand a few as a little extra prize.”



“Oh! Fun!” she said as she scampered back up the stairs.



I could tell the fact that getting pretzels fed to them wasn’t exactly a show stopper as the hand progressed as any other might.. I tried to bluff my way to victory (or maybe I just wanted to lose) but was bested by Joe. Anne was right on cue, walking back down the stairs, still in heels (god bless her) and I swear her skirt was an extra inch shorter.



“Who won?”



“Joe is the big winner; make sure you take care of him.” I said.



“I hope you like pretzels, Joe!” Anne said.



After Joe had stuck his cock in my wife only a few months ago, I made him swear he’d keep it quiet. I wouldn’t have let him if I didn’t think he knew when to keep his mouth shut. This was the first time the two had any kind of sexual contact since then. I could tell there was sexual tension between the two of them. Anne happily slid into his lap, even wiggling her ass a little as she did, while Joe tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.



I began dealing more cards as Anne slipped another pretzel in Joe’s mouth. I couldn’t quite see but I would have bet another five bucks his hand found its way up to her leg or her ass. I tried to focus on dealing cards as I realized the thought of Joe’s hand on my wife was starting to give me a hard-on. Then I wondered if I was the only one with the same problem.



“What does the winner of this hand get?” Anne asked, a little too enthusiastically.



“Money.” I said stoically, pretending to be annoyed at her enthusiasm. Anne made a face at me. I knew she was excited.



“Maybe the winner of this hand gets to take a shot of tequila with you?” I asked.



“Tequila!” Anne said bubbly. Anne loves tequila. We both know how horny it makes her and by suggesting it, she knew I was giving my blessing to let things get a little more… out of control. It didn’t take long; Darren bullied his way into the next pot. “Line em up!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.



Anne bounced off and returned in no time with a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, a few slices of lime and a shaker of salt. Darren started salting the rim of the shot glass till Anne scolded him. “That’s not how you do it!”



Darren looked confused. Anne licked his neck. Everyone’s eyebrows raised and a few glances were cast my way. “How else is the salt gonna stick?” she asked playfully, explaining to the crowd why licking my friend was necessary.



Then she took salt shaker and salted the area of my friend’s neck she had just licked. “Your turn!” She commanded.



Darren didn’t need told twice. He took just a little longer drawing his tongue over the oh-so-slightly-lower-than-the-neck area of my wife.



After they filled their glasses Anne shouted “my first!” slowly licked the salted area of Darren’s neck, tossed back her shot and quickly bit down on a lime slice to rid her of the acrid taste of cheap tequila. The crowd went wild.



Now it was Darren’s turn. He plunged his mouth forward on to Ann’s neck, Anne made it a point to moan softly for him as his lips and tongue cleaned the salt from her skin. The he casually tossed back his shot and made it obvious he didn’t need any lime or other type of chaser.



“Next hand!” Anne shouted excitedly.



“Winner gets to do a body shot off of Anne,” I said as Joe started dealing the cards. The hand was rushed and Joe raked in a pot that everyone, despite bad cards, stayed in till the end. Anne flopped on the table in front of Joe, her head towards the middle and her legs on either side of him. Anne hates panties and I was betting that from the way Joe looked between her legs he got an eyeful of shaved, bare pussy. Anne proceeded to unbutton her blouse from the bottom, up so that only one button held it on her now. Her stomach was bare and firm. She reached for the tequila bottle and made a pool on her belly button. Joe dived forward and sucked up all the tequila. Then he licked her stomach liberally making sure to clean it all. Of course the liquor had run a little farther south than her belly button and Anne made it a point to moan as Joe’s mouth made its way closer to her dipping waistline.



After watching that, I was guessing I wasn’t the only one in the room getting warm.



Darren asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “What does the winner get this time?”



“Anne does the shot of tequila this time, off the winner… wherever she wants.”



I knew where Anne was going to pour the tequila, Anne knew where she was going to pour the tequila; everyone else would just have to wait.



I took a long draw on my cigar as the cards were dealt. I felt a sudden surge of confidence. I picked up my cards and saw the winning hand already. Time to take control. I bet aggressive. No one was going to drop out now, so I figured I may as well take their money. I could tell everyone was a little disappointed that “Anne’s husband” won a hand, I think they were getting hard watching my wife act slutty with other guys. Hell, I was getting horny watching my wife act slutty with other guys. She grabbed the bottle and made her way to me. I stood up, cigar in mouth and said “Suck it, bitch.”



She moaned, getting turned on more and more as I took a commanding attitude. “Yes. Sir”



She dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and fished my rock hard cock out.



“Shit, dude.” I heard Darren mumble.



She grabbed my cock in her left hand, pointing it down towards her mouth just a little, stuck out her tongue, resting it just under the head and then poured tequila on it so it mostly ran down into her mouth. “Yeah!” the roar went up from the gallery.



She didn’t pour a lot, but after she stopped she just sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it the rest of the way onto my dick. Anne makes a wonderful gagging noise, just for me, when I hit the back of her throat. I jammed her head down on my dick a few more times in a little show for the guys, who were loving it. When I let go, Anne didn’t slow down one bit, showing everyone how much she likes taking it all into her throat.



Then she slowly slipped my cock back out of her mouth, making a terrific little popping noise as my head escaped her lips.



“MORE!” she demanded.



This time I told everyone the winner would be sucking Anne’s nipples during the following hand. I asked Anne if she would be so kind as to show everyone the goods for a little extra motivation. As the cards were dealt, Anne unbuttoned her last button letting her shirt slide down her arms and exposing her rock hard nipples.



“Shit, you could cut glass with those things!” Darren said.



“Hopefully you can feel them with your tongue for me.” She said at Darren making sure everyone knew how much she was looking forward to this.



Chris won and Anne practically tackled him as she climbed into his lap. I’m sure he could see her pussy from the way her skirt was hiking up around her waist. As soon as his lips hit her nipples, she started moaning.



“mmmmm… bite them for my Chrissy!” she pleaded. Between the alcohol and the attention, Anne was starting to get unmanageable. “Next hand gets a blow job!” she said excitedly.



The cards were dealt hastily. Chris tried hard to pay attention, but with Anne feverishly demanding his focus, it was difficult to play while going back and forth between Anne’s tits and peaking around her to see what was still happening on the table.



I had the winning hand, but folded early. I was really excited to watch Anne suck one of my friend’s cocks. Dan finally won a hand. He looked a little unsure of letting his wife’s friend suck his dick. Anne jumped off of Chris and got on her knees in front of him. “Pull it out, big boy. Let’s see whatcha got!”



When Dan balked, Anne reassured him, “Don’t worry, we’ll make it up to Diane soon enough” and winked at him. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but made no move to stop her as she attacked him. When Anne sucked tequila off my dick, she was content to pull my cock through my fly. With Dan she pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, making him stand up for better access, and I’m sure a better show for her rapt spectators.



She grabbed Dan’s cock in one hand, and pumped a few times making sure he was at full attention. Then, instead of going for his shaft, she went straight for his balls. As soon as she sucked one of them in her mouth she moaned heavily, sending the vibrations into Dan. Dan gasped a little, much to the delight of the crowd. She then repeated the same trick on his other ball before sucking them both into her mouth. After a minute it was time to move on to… bigger… things. In one slow, smooth motion, she licked from behind his balls, across his sack, and up the base of his shaft. When her tongue got to the head of his dick, she lurched forward swallowing as much of Dan as possible. Dan’s knees buckled a little.



“Aw, do you need to sit down sweetie?” She asked sweetly. Dan didn’t quite respond, but he didn’t quite stay silent either. He just made a helpless noise as he fell back into his seat. Anne, god bless her, didn’t lose contact with his dick the whole time. She stood up and bent at the waist, now topless, giving everyone a great side view of her trim figure.



“Shit. What does the next guy win?” Darren asked hoping for at least the same treatment.



Anne, for only a brief moment, pulled her mouth off the dick in front of her and said. “Fuck poker! Fuck me instead!” and pulled down her skirt before diving back, face first, onto Dan’s dick.



Darren, dumbfounded looked over at me. Leaning back in my chair, casual, calm, and collected, I took one more puff of my cigar, nodded toward Anne and said “I think she meant you.”



“Shit. You sure Jake?”



“Better hurry before I change my mind.” I said smiling.



I’ve never seen a grown man drop his pants that fast. I’m not sure they made it off his feet before he got his hands on Anne’s hips. As he touched her, Anne didn’t even take a look back, she just moaned loudly in anticipation of what was about to come.



Darren got his dick in her, tentatively at first. I saw Anne bucking her hips back at him, trying to get him to thrust harder. He still wasn’t getting it. Anne finally let Dan’s dick slip from her mouth so she could turn and say.



“What are you, a virgin? Use that thing like you got a pair and fuck me like you mean it, you pussy!” A roar went up from the gallery



Feeling rebuked and a little embarrassed Darren began fucking in earnest, not only horny now, but angry too. His paced picked up and he was literally thrashing now. Anne started screaming onto Dan’s dick which only came out as a loud squeal to the rest of us. It was too much for Dan.



“Oh god,” he said raggedly. The rest of us knew what was happening.



It was about this time that I felt the bourbon, the cigars, the beer, and now the adrenaline too wash over me. For a moment, my eyes lost focus and my mind wandered. I blinked a couple times and it all rushed back into reality, just in time to see the first of long series of orgasms



When the first squirt of cum hit Anne’s mouth, she lost it. Trapped between two cocks, waves of orgasm visibly washed over her as she convulsed. She tried to hold onto Dan’s cum but between Darren slamming into her pussy and her own orgasm washing over her, she couldn’t hold onto all of it and spilled out of her mouth back on to Dan’s cock and balls.



As her orgasm subsided she calmed down and was able to regain control. Darren had been fucking her hard and fast and wasn’t able to keep up the pace. As he slowed down Anne took the opportunity to lick and suck up the loose cum – Dan was in heaven. After she felt like she got it all, she raised her head up and looked Dan right in the eye before opening her mouth and displaying her trophy. Dan looked back both dazed and confused.



“She wants you to give her permission to swallow.” It wasn’t my voice but Joe’s that broke the silence. I smiled remembering the incident earlier this summer at the pool.



Dan, still confused, mumbled, “Ok…”



Anne make a good showing of taking a big gulp and letting Dan’s cum slide down into her stomach. “mmmm… you taste amazing”



“Are you done playing around, little girl?” Darren asked, now getting impatient.

[Author's note: From this point in the story, the characters will begin to interact with characters from the series; "The Screamer" To avoid any confusion on my readers' part, a familiarity with both series would be helpful. Thank you for taking the time to read and for all your wonderful encouragement.]



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Game Day had arrived. Cherry woke to find she was alone in the suite. Her guys had already left to get to the stadium. She found a fresh pot of coffee and a note from Rashad telling her to get ready for a great day.



She showered and did her hair and makeup. She put on her thong and stood in front of the mirror. Her body made her smile. She was a good-looking woman who looked ten years younger than she actually was.



So much was going through her head. What did it really mean to her to be in the D’Orgasmic Lingerie catalog? Diane was a top paid model. She was a stripper. Surely, she wouldn’t be making the same kind of money Diane was. Would she have to move? If she did this, would she have to quit dancing? She didn’t know the answers to any of this. Lori would help her. She trusted her.



Mark, on the other hand, was someone she doubted she would ever figure out. He was not the man she had initially thought she knew. He was, in fact, much more. She had no idea he was wealthy. As funny as that may sound, that part never crossed her mind. Wasn’t that what every stripper wanted? Find a wealthy man to keep her in a manner she would like to become accustomed to. She never looked at him that way. He was her friend. He was her go to guy for everything. He was her sounding board. She didn’t care if he was rich or dead broke. He was her friend.



Why wouldn’t he sleep with her? He is sleeping with everyone else and from what she heard; he’s doing it very well too. She knew she could please him far better than anyone else could and he won’t even give her a chance to try. Was he trying to push her away? Did her fixation with black men really upset him? That can’t be it. If it were, he would never have introduced her to her guys. He certainly would never have arranged this trip. It had to be something else; something she just didn’t understand.



She took out the jersey they had made for her. She put it on and it was a perfect fit. She had planned to wear a very short skirt with it but it fit over her hips perfectly. She didn’t need a skirt at all. The jersey would be great all by itself. She put on a pair of heels and looked in the mirror. Damn, she was hot.



Mark said there would be media at the game. She didn’t want to embarrass him. She had better check with him before they left to make certain.



She walked to his suite and saw Diane as she entered.



“Damn girl, you look hot,” Diane said. “That jersey fits you perfectly.”



“I hope it isn’t too much. I don’t want Mark to be embarrassed.”



“Embarrassed, who me?” he said as he walked out of his bedroom with Michelle and Aleka. “Wow, you look good Cherry, you look really good.”



She looked at the others. Aleka, Diane and Lori all wore short skirts and heels. For the first time she could ever recall, she felt under dressed. She definitely sizzled though. Mark came over to her and kissed her good morning. He turned her around and laughed at the back of her jersey; 36-23-40. This photo was going to be on many front pages across the globe before the first quarter was over. He liked that a lot.



“I just wanted to let everyone know there is a party back here after the game,” Mark said. “I know you’re going to love it. Lori and Michelle have been on the phone all morning. There should be about fifty to sixty people coming back. We’ve played with many of them in the past. It will be fun.”



“It sounds like fun Mark,” Aleka said.



They walked to the elevator as the hotel staff was preparing to set up the suites with food tables and several portable bars. Cherry was not expecting this but she knew it would be a good time.



The limo was waiting as they left the hotel. The four women were attracting a lot of attention from the other guests. Mark smiled and thought that he was so fortunate to have these women in his life. He looked at Cherry and knew that she carried her beauty and sensuality well.



“Ladies, remember that the cameras can see into the skybox so keep your clothes on until we get back to the hotel,” Michelle smiled on the way to the stadium. “Once we get back, it is party time. It’s going to be one hell of a party.”



“Michelle will take you up to the skybox. Cherry and I will be up shortly,” Mark said as they arrived at the VIP entrance. The photographers swarmed the limo as the sea of beauty departed the vehicle.



“Where are we going Mark?” Cherry asked as they began walking into the long corridors beneath the stadium.



“I have clients in both divisions. These men are the best of the best. I can’t take sides. I have to say hello and wish them all luck. I kinda figured I’d give my BBC princess the thrill of her life and take her into not one but two NFL locker rooms. Don’t you dare tell me I don’t know how to lubricate that sweet pussy of yours,” he smirked.



“Oh you get it wet and leave it alone. You’re weird Mark, you really are,” she said as she ran her arm through his as they walked.



“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”



They walked into the AFC locker room and the catcalls were so loud. Mark shook hands with everyone and introduced Cherry to everyone. They left and went down to the NFC locker room and as they walked in the door, Chris was standing there. He bent over and kissed Cherry’s luscious lips. The volume went sky high when Rashad and Jamal did the same. Suddenly, everyone noticed her jersey and the level of obscenities became ear shattering. Again, Mark did the introductions and they left to head to the skybox.



The guys were barraged with questions from the other players. Their responses caused more hoots, hollers, and bright white grins from three very happy men.



They made their way into the box and Cherry was surprised to see Kono and Daniel from the shoe store there. Michelle had invited them along with the sales people from the lingerie and dress shop too. Cherry was happy to see them as she didn’t have time to get to know them before. Brenda and Joy were two sexy, hot sluts for sure.



Several other men and women were Mark’s guests as well. Cherry couldn’t remember their names but they all looked hot. The men were handsome white men and the women were a mix of color and beauty. The common denominator was that they all looked hot as fuck and that was precisely what she planned on doing.



Cherry was fucking horny as hell today. She kissed Mark and whispered in his ear, “Mission accomplished my dear.”



Mark laughed loudly.



Watching a game from a skybox was wonderful. All the food and drink you could want and it even had its own bathroom. Cherry didn’t have a clue what was happening on the field but she did know which side she was pulling for.



Kono came up to her and kissed her hello. “This is so wonderful. Daniel and I were so happy to be invited to this. I am so glad to see you again. Michelle also invited us back to the hotel after the game. I hear there is going to be a party. Is there any chance we could pick up where we left off the other day?”



“Darling, I hope you’re as horny as I am,” Cherry said as she pointed to the field. “A good number of those players are going to be in your face with their cocks begging for you to wrap your lips around them and suck them like there is no tomorrow. As for you and I, we’re definitely going to get it on. Have you ever heard the Vegas line that what happens here, stays here? Keep it that way and you’ll have so much fun.”



“Cherry, is that who I think it is? I saw her in the store with you the other day,” Kono asked as she motioned to Aleka.



“Kono, my love that is precisely what has to stay quiet. Aleka, have you met Kono?”



Aleka came over and gave Kono a big kiss hello. “Cherry is this the lovely lady you told me about; the woman with the second sweetest pussy in the Islands?”



“Yes my dear. Her pussy is so sweet but dammit Aleka, you have to promise me one thing. You have to save some of it for me.”



Kono looked at the two women and her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Ohmigod, Daniel is going to be so jealous. Ever since you were in the store, all he could talk about was how very hard his cock was and that it just wouldn’t go down. He was sure you were Miss Hawaii but I didn’t want him to make an ass of himself. And you Cherry, even after Lori blew him in the back room, all he wanted were the two of you.”



Aleka took Kono’s face in her hands and pulled her to her lips. Their kiss lingered and Cherry saw both women’s nipples harden under their tops. “Now Kono, tell us, exactly how hard is Daniels cock and what did you do to help that poor man out of that predicament?



“He has a wonderful cock. I met him when I started working in the store. He teased me and I teased him back. After you left, he was in such a state that I took him into the back room and sucked his cock. It tasted so good and he came so much. I just had to fuck him after the store closed. His cock is delicious and he knows how to fuck a woman very well.”



“Well my darling, I don’t think he is going to be jealous for too much longer. Cherry and I will fuck his brains out and yours too. I hope you can keep up but I know Hawaiian women are, just like me, insatiable,” Aleka purred.



“It’s going to be a fuckfest!” Cherry purred. “Come on Aleka; want to see how long it takes?”



Mark grabbed their arms as they walked past him. “Be gentle ladies, he is a nice guy. Don’t scare him.”



Michelle burst out laughing at that comment.



Moments later, Daniel was grinning like the Cheshire cat as both of these gorgeous women were whispering in his ear and rubbing their hot bodies against his. Mark saw a rather substantial bulge in his shorts and thought he wouldn’t mind a bit of that himself.



The game was progressing and Cherry was actually trying to understand what was actually happening. Mark tried his best to explain it as best he could. Cherry, to her credit actually listened and did pick up some of the fundamentals of the game. She was excited when Jamal caught a pass that went for some thirty plus yards. She was actually proud of herself for knowing what that meant.



Jack and Tom were laughing and teasing Cherry relentlessly while hitting on Brenda and Joy. It was good to see those crazy idiots who kept her safe and laughing on the plane. Brenda and Joy, it appeared, were just as good at dishing it out as they were receiving their ribbing.



Jack walked up to the bar as Cherry was pouring drinks for Mark and her. He put his arm around her tiny waist and kissed her.



“It is good to see you Cherry. The boss has many women in his life but you, my dear, top them all. I’ve seen some of the hottest and sexiest women on earth on that plane but none can compare to you.”



“You and Tom are not too shabby yourselves,” she said as she grabbed his substantial package and squeezed it playfully. “I hope you two will share some of this with me later. I think I’ll like that a lot.”



“You got it baby; you just made two cocksuckers very happy,” he said as he kissed her again.



Cherry walked back to Mark who was laughing to himself. “You will enjoy them my love. They fuck like storm troopers. I know they can lick a sweet pussy very well too. I also know they suck cock with the best of them.”



“Why haven’t I ever seen you do that Mark? I know you enjoy cock as much as I do.”



“Business is business. That part of me is reserved for very private encounters where I can control the environment,” he said.



“That turns me on so much. Maybe someday, we can share one or two together. I’d love that Mark, I really would.”



“Someday, Cherry, maybe someday.”



The game was over and the NFC won the game. Cherry was excited, as she knew the guys would be in a good mood. That good mood would translate into good fucking.



When they arrived back at the hotel, Cherry was shocked to see a portable platform stripper pole in the suite. She looked at Mark quizzically, “What is this?”



“We have just watched the best of the best play football. The people who care coming are the best of the best in their professions. They are wonderful, sexy people. Why wouldn’t they want to see this party kicked off by the best stripper in the universe?” he said.



“This is going to cost you, you know that don’t you?”



“I’ve heard that before. I can afford it,” he laughed.



Cherry walked down to her suite and changed into more stripperlicious attire. If he wanted this party kicked off with a bang that is what she would give him. She took out her sapphires and put them on. She selected her sluttiest new shoes and the one outfit she knew would drive every cock to attention. She redid her makeup and hair. She looked in the mirror and saw the sluttiest walking wet, wet dream ever imagined. The boys arrived back in the suite and quickly changed into party attire. Damn they looked so good. She walked out of her bedroom and they went fucking nuts.



“Lock the fucking door. We aren’t sharing you with anyone!” Rashad exclaimed. “I’ve never seen you look hotter in my life. Fuck girl, my dick is hard already.”



“Good, Mark wants this party kicked off properly, let’s go do it. Rashad, take this tape down to Mark. Tell him to blast it. I’ll take care of the rest,” she said.



Rashad disappeared down the hall and Chris handed her the Snakebite. She took it, kissed both of them, turned and dragged them into the hall. She took their arms and pranced down the hall with the two gorgeous men on her arms. The door was open and the room was full of hot, sexy people that she definitely wanted to do all night.



She heard Handsome Boy blaring on the speakers and she burst into the room and onto the platform. She began to dance and all eyes were on her. Her body moved in ways most would think impossible but she pulled it off with style and finesse. This is what she did. This is what she was good at doing.



Cherry moved with the music, sensuous and sultry. All eyes were on her and she loved it. As her hips moved, she looked out at a sea of hungry faces. Unlike at the Peeler Palace, these faces were strong, refined, handsome, and gorgeous. The men were, she assumed, professional athletes and the women were simply stunning.



She began to strip slowly, teasing all and pleasing everyone. This was not the club. She could do whatever she wanted and she wanted to do so much. She saw a face she recognized. He was an actor she thought. She couldn’t be sure but she knew his face and knew he was famous. She came off the platform and danced towards him. She pulled him to his feet and her hands began to caress his rock hard chest. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Her lips kissed his chest before she danced away. A woman caught her eye and she danced up behind her. Cherry wrapped her arms around her and began to kiss her neck. The woman moved her head to allow her full access to her long, soft neck as she felt Cherry’s breasts against her back. Cherry brought her hands up and began to fondle this woman deliciously. She turned into Cherry’s kiss and the kiss lingered until she danced away.



Her bikini top fell away and the sapphires shone on her spectacular breasts. Gasps came from everywhere as her jeweled breasts stunned everyone; she was so happy. Her body was her passion and her passion saw a new and exciting face in the crowd. A tall, lean black man with a bright white smile and body that was amazing caught her eye. He was standing with a lovely oriental woman, a goddess in her own right.



Cherry danced close to him, her breasts crushed against him as she undid the zipper on his slacks. Her hand fished him out and she sank to her knees. She had no idea who he was but when her lips closed over his massive black cock, she didn’t care one bit either. All eyes in the room were on her and the fabulous cock between her lovely red lips. He looked down at this fabulous brunette and she looked at him as she took him into her mouth. Her ass was shaking to the beat of the music and her throat was opening. She felt him stretch her throat and she took him all the way in. Her body danced to the heavy beat while he filled her throat. She pulled him out, kissed this glorious no named man and danced back onto the pole.



Baditude blared and she danced that pole for all she was worth. People watched in amazement as she ascended the pole and inverted her body, twirling from her ankles at the top of it. Her athletic body held everyone’s attention as she performed on that stage. No one knew how she did it, they just watched in awe as she climbed the pole regaining her upright position, landing totally naked except for her stilettos on the stage.



The music was in her head, the fire was in her pussy and now, she was going to get this party rocking. She came off the stage again and began lap dancing men and women everywhere. She undid dresses and took of tops, shirts, slacks and skirts. She was naked and she wanted everyone else naked as well.



She saw Mark standing by the bar. She danced over to him and pulled him onto her lips. Her hands began to undress him, slowly and sensuously. He smiled as she had brought this party to life quickly. She removed his shirt and undid his slacks. They fell to the floor and she moved to kneel in front of him. She began to kiss his legs. Mark’s cock was filling fast and she held him, for the first time, in her hands. She looked up at the man she loved and he looked down at her. She saw something in his eyes that told her not to continue. She kissed his shaft lightly, stood and kissed him deeply before dancing away.



Everywhere she danced, people became naked and the party had begun. A very pretty blonde woman was doing a good job of taking Chris into her mouth. Cherry giggled as she saw how wide her lips were stretched over his horsecock. The smuttiness’ of the visual made her pussy gush. Mark was fucking the oriental woman she had seen before. She loved watching him fuck; it bothered her too. Two good-looking men were doubling Michelle and Lori was…well, she was Lori…on her knees and sucking someone for all she was worth.



Aleka came over to her and kissed her. Wearing only heels and a gardenia, she looked simply divine. She grabbed Cherry and dragged her towards Daniel who was naked and erect and Kono who was dripping wet. Aleka kissed Kono and her tiny tits heaved as the two women explored her beautiful body. Aleka licked one nipple while Cherry licked the other. Both women were touching and stroking Daniels fine cock at the same time.



Aleka pushed Kono down and began to lick her sweet pussy. She loved sweet and she was getting the finest tropical dew imaginable.



Cherry spun onto Daniel and his lips met hers fiercely. This man had the body of a surfer, long, lean and chiseled perfectly. He felt good against her chest. Her breasts caused his rock hard, perfect cock to swell against her tummy. He felt her nails scratching his neck as their tongues dance.



Cherry knelt, put one finger under the crown of his cock, and pushed it tight to his abdomen. Her tongue began to lick his proud shaft from his balls to the tip of his cock. She lavished so much praise upon him she felt he might come too quickly. She knew exactly how to handle that and she allowed him to linger deliciously. She took him into her mouth and watched the look on his face as her mouth expertly sucked and pleased him. Kono was right; he had a fantastic cock. Cherry held his balls and she sucked him harder. He grabbed her head and guided her along his amazing shaft. He began to fuck her face. She loved being face fucked and it made her pussy so wet.



She slid his cock from her mouth and pushed him back onto the chair. She straddled his cock and fucked him so well. Daniel was in seventh heaven and Cherry enjoyed every minute she spent with him. He was strong, handsome and virile. What more could she ask for? Her pussy clamped down on him and she rode him hard.

I went into the bedroom and told Cindy about flashing her Mom. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard.



“This is my meat now and you better keep it out of my Mothers old dried up dusty cunt.” She tugged it hard enough that I yelped and tried to slap her ass as she jumped over the bed. We got dressed and I went out to the barn to see what Bob was up to.



“So, did you get enough sleep last night?” Bob asked with a grin.



“Yea, well, I did pass out for a while there I guess.” I said, starting to feel myself blush a little.



“She’s a hot little fuck, a real cock hound if there ever was one born.”



I must have had a mighty strange look on my face about then as Bob smiled and handed me a pair of gloves. “Look, I don’t mind you fucking Cindy any time you want, but when you fuck her here and eat my vittles I expect to get something out of it too, so put on those gloves and help me load this truck. You do know how to pitch bales, don’t you?”



I still felt a little dumbstruck and had a million questions crowding my head but just managed to spit out “Yea” as I pulled on the gloves.



“Good, head up top and toss me down about 20.” Bob got in the back of the truck and I went to the top of the bales in the loft and started tossing them down to him. By the time we had the truck loaded with about 1/2 a ton we were both covered in hay dust and had worked up a good sweat.



“Com’on’ let’s go get clean this dust off and see if the coffees still hot.” I jumped down and followed Bob into the house, brushing hay off all the way to the door.



“Well, Shit, that shower didn’t last long, and you got my poor baby sweatin’ like a treed ‘coon!”



Cindy said in her best Daisy Mae voice as she brushed at the straw in my hair and Terri sat two fresh cups of coffee down in front of us.



The kids all came running out and grabbed lunch sacks off the counter as they kissed and hugged Terri and Bob, Carrie, the 14 year old even gave me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek before bolting out the door to run the two miles down the hill to catch the school bus.



As soon as the kids had started down the road Terri sat a box down in front of Bob and as soon as he opened the wooden lid the smell of excellent skunk weed hit my nose. He carefully trimmed a well cured bud and rolled a nice doobie. He handed it to me and said “Thanks for the help, this should help ease those sore muscles.” I lit it and took a small toke and immediately hacked it back out. This was some serious mean chronic! Terri laughed and took the joint “Ha, got another one, Bob’s Bad Ass Buds do it every time!” She took a deep draw and passed it to Cindy.



“Yea, I took some of this to Spokane last Month and almost had guys fighting over who would get the next ounce!” Cindy took a small toke and passed it back to Bob.



“Well, when you give a free blow job with every ounce I imagine so!” Bob ducked the swipe from Cindy “Hey, they only get a blowjob if they take 5 or more!” She pouted.



I took a slow, careful draw on the joint and tried to hold it but quickly felt it expand beyond my lung capacity and went into another coughing fit.



Terri got up and pulled a feather roach clip off the window curtain and handed it to me. “Well, Pa, if we are going to get anything done today we best get doin’ it.” Terri said as she gathered her purse and some cartons of eggs.



“Yep, I ‘spose, don’t reckon you want to come along and off load that hay for me?” Bob smiled as he took the roach. Before I could respond Cindy entered her objections. “No way, you two just run along to Town, I have plans for him today.”



“Yea, I bet you do, just try not to break anything.” Bob said as he grabbed his hat and a ledger book. “And if you happen to head into town later bring the gas cans down and get ‘em filled.”



When the dust and hay from the departing truck settled Cindy took me by the arm and led me into the bathroom. “Let’s get that hay washed off you.” she said as she slowly removed my clothes. I was hard by the time she pulled my pants down and my cock almost slapped her as it sprang free.



“Well, Hello to you, too!” She kissed it on the tip and gave the knob a quick but passionate suck. I got in the shower and she stepped back and looked at me as I rubbed the soap over my body.



“I’ll be right back” She said and darted out the door. She returned a moment later with a VHS video camera already rolling.



“Hey, now, I get union scale for this kind of work!” I said, pretending to be indignant at being filmed.



“Yea, well this is just the screen test, you still have to audition for the part.” Cindy sat the camera, still filming, on the washstand pointing at the shower. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bath tub. I took her face in my hands and pulled her lips to mine as her hands stroked and fondled my cock and balls. She tasted like coffee and chronic and her hands felt amazing as they squeezed and pulled me just right. She kissed her way down my body until she was kneeling with my cock in her hand and her lips about an inch from the tip. She looked at the camera and licked her lips then started slowly spiraling her tongue around my knob until she had it all in her mouth. Then she started pushing and slowly slid by entire shaft down her throat and held it there while she massaged it with her throat. I was almost ready to blow my wad down her throat when she pulled her head back, releasing my cock from her mouth with a pop and then turning around and bending over, pointing her ass toward the camera and grabbing the side of the tub. I spread her pussy lips and started licking at her clit and slowly worked my way to her ass hole. I made sure the camera could see my tongue probing her ass as my fingers probed her pussy. She was working her clit and I replaced my tongue with two fingers, then three until her ass started to expand a little. I stood up and put the tip of my cock on her ass and held it there. She started to back onto it slowly then in a sudden push and scream drove half my cock into her tight ass. I gasped and just had time to brace when she pushed again and took my whole shaft, ass cheeks slapping on my hips and another, more protracted scream of mixed pleasure and pain. I felt her body start to relax and grabbed her hips and started power fucking her ass as hard as I could. She was clawing and screaming like a wildcat by the time we both came, I shot deep inside her ass then pulled out as my knees almost gave out and the next two shots of cum landed on her ass cheeks. She dropped to her knees in the tub and her ass was still clenching and oozing cum.



“Oh fuck, you deserve the award for best ass fuck in history after that performance!” I gasped as soon as I could speak. Cindy turned around and took my cock in her hand, lifted it up and gently



sucked each of my balls while her other hand stroked up and down the crack of my ass. She took my cock and deep throated it in one slow push and slowly let it slide, now 1/2 limp, back out. Then



she got up and walked over to the camera, turned around and put her ass right up to the lens almost and smiled at me. I could tell she was squeezing out some cum for the camera.



I turned off the shower and grabbed the same towel I’d used before and followed Cindy out to the Kitchen. She got two fresh cups of coffee and we sat down at the table naked. Cindy sat spread



legged with one leg one a chair. I was just looking at her perfect skin, small breasts and proudly displayed pussy in the bright morning Sun coming in through the door when a shadow crossed over her. She dropped her leg off the chair and turned as I dropped the towel off my shoulders and into my lap.



“Oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’ll come back later.” The silhouetted figure at the door said.



I recognized Barry’s deep voice and broad figure almost filling the door.



“No, don’t worry, come have some coffee.” Cindy got up and grabbed Barry by the strap on his



coveralls and led him to the table. She got him a cup of coffee and sat back down.



“Well, I must admit I feel a little over dressed for breakfast.” Barry said in a bad British accent.



“Well, then I’d suggest that you dress down to fit the occasion.” Cindy offered.



Barry stood up, undid his overall snaps, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them and his



shoes and pulled his t shirt off as he sat back down, now totally naked too.



“There, isn’t that better?” Cindy asked.



“Yes, I feel much better!” Barry said.



“Yea, I must say this is the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.” I said as I hoisted my cup and



made a toast.



“So what brings you around these parts, stranger than most?” Cindy asked, leaning toward Barry.



“I was just headed down to the Big City and was hoping to get a lil mornin’ magic along the way.”



Barry said, leaning back a little and slipping his hand under the table.



“Well, I don’t know, would you mind if Barry fucked me here on the table while you finish your



coffee?” she asked me with huge puppy dog eyes.



“Well, ah…no…I…fuck, I think I could use another one of your Daddy’s doobies for this show.”



I stammered.



Barry stood up and bent over his coveralls and came up with a small leather case, he opened it and pulled out a joint. “Here ya go, Bogart that fat boy.” and he rolled the joint over to me. I took it and was slipping it into my lips just as Cindy bent and pulled Barry’s cock to her lips. His cock was as big soft as mine was hard and quickly grew to an impressive thick 10 inches as Cindy stroked and sucked it. It had veins that stood out from the shaft in deep relief and his thick black hair looked like a birds nest around his equally massive and tight balls. She turned and lay on the table and smiled at me so I reached over and cupped a titty while Barry worked his cock into her cunt. Soon he was sliding in long, slow strokes and Cindy was being transported by the huge tool splitting her open, I watched as she had at least 4 intense orgasms while he throbbed and plunged into her sopping wet cunt. Almost without warning Barry grunted and stepped back, pointing his hose and spraying cum from Cindy’s face to her wide, gaping pussy, huge globs dripped off her tits and face and flowed across her belly. She took my hand and pulled it to her cum coated tit and pressed and rubbed hard. I sat smoking the joint and rubbing Barry’s cum into her while Barry watched and pulled his shirt and coveralls back on.



“That was great, thanks Cin” and turning to me he said “Sorry for the mess.”



“Hey, no problem.” I said as I wiped a glob of still warm cum from her tit and then sucked it off my finger. Barry smiled and pointed his finger…







“Why don’t you stop by later tonight, I think the kid’s will be staying with friends tonight and



Mom and Dad would just love to see you again.” Cindy said as she sat wiping cum off herself with a paper napkin.



“OK, that sounds like a plan, “I’ll see BOTH of you later, but I got a job to take care of first. Anything you want me to bring you back from town?”



“Yea, a short red head.” Cindy chirped.



“OK, I’ll see what I can do.” Barry said as he tipped his hat and stepped through the open door.



“Well, That was one of the most impressive sights I’ve seen since I had my Mare bred by Jenkin’s



Stud last Summer.” I said as I passed the joint to Cindy.



Cindy took the joint and put it in the roach clip. “Yes, Barry Bear has been the ruin of many a Red Riding Hood. I hope you didn’t mind me being such a wanton slut, but I just can’t resist his orgasmic organ.”



“Mind? Shit, that was great, but if you can fuck Barry then I should be able to fuck your Mother, right?”



“Oh, so now my pussy isn’t good enough for you!” She said in a hurt puppy manner and stalked indignantly out of the kitchen.



I walked outside naked and gathered up the gas cans and stored them in the truck, and walked out to the Rabbit pens. Cindy came out dressed in a skirt and tube top and wrapped her arms around me from behind.



“Oh, I just love having naked Men running around the Farm, but you’d better get dressed so we can get to town and back before dark.”



“Well, considering it’s only 20 minutes into Town I don’t see the big hurry.” I said as I started back to the house.



“I was thinking maybe we might stop by the lake on the way back, I expect it’s going to be a hot one today.” She called over her shoulder.

My wife Emma and I have been avid swingers for the past dozen years. We are both in our late thirties and we both have our own businesses. We are successful and happy I believe in that we have some money saved, few bills, a mortgage free home as well as a vacation/ retirement condo in St Marteens and best of all, love each other deeply.



We are also very involved with our community and its needs as it comes to helping others. We have done everything from working and donating to the food bank to bowling for hospitalized children. We find this fulfilling but sometimes depressing as the needs far out last the donations and volunteerism.



Emma has been a constant organizer for many of the charity organizations we belong to and is always looking for new and improved ways to raise funds and expand the pool of donors. This story is about how she really expanded her efforts.



I was working in my home office one bright morning, enjoying a bagel and egg with some Hawaiian coffee. Emma had left earlier to go to a planning meeting at the home of Wanda Proctor. Now every planning committee has a Wanda on it. The matronly, white haired know it all who dominates the meetings while putting others ideas down. They are the take charge people, not that they do a better job, but that they believe they are the only ones capable of getting it right. Emma and Proctor often clashed at these meetings, but in the long run they did do the events and raised funds. Many of the ladies involved disagreed with Wanda, but few would buck her, so Emma usually caved that an event could go forward.



I was taking a long sip from some still steaming coffee, when I was startled by the front door slamming. From my office I heard the distinct sound of high heels on the tile floor and the clang of keys dumped on the granite countertop. I assumed that Emma had returned and was not in a good mood. Boy was I right on target.



Walking into the kitchen, I found Emma red faced and breathing heavy, her 36D tits rising sharply in her white blouse while wringing her hands. Usually she keeps a lid on it when she’s really mad, but something or someone had set her off big time today. I was almost frightened to ask what it was.



“Em, what’s the problem, why are shaking so much?”



“That fucking cunt whore bitch.”



“Wow, tell me how you feel honey. That came out with so much acid, I feel like I need a tums shower. Who are you talking about?” I asked knowing full well the answer.



“Wanda fucking Proctor pissed me off so much today that I quit the organizing committee.”



Now this was news, Emma loved that group (save Wanda) and would normally walk over coals for those ladies. She has spent more time and treasure with this group than anything else lately, including her business. Based on her emotions, I thought it best to try and settle her down by pouring her a cup of coffee and getting her to at least sit down.



My dad, that old sage of married life came to mind. After 45 years married to mom; son he said, the best thing when the spouse is upset is listen and listen some more. Do not interject or try to be impartial, just keep your trap shut and let her get it all out. That was my plan for Emma at this juncture.



“Em, it must have been some meeting for you to quit, please tell me about it.” Smooth operator, that’s me.



Emma sat, kicked off her high heels and took a large gulp of coffee. Her breathing had settled some but was still erratic from her anger. She took a second gathering her thoughts before she began.



“Glenn, do you remember a couple months ago when I floated the idea of the volunteers banding together to make just one committee?”



I nodded to that.



“Well the idea was that instead of us assigning a person or two to organize and do a fundraiser we would only do large events together and then disperse the funds to the causes that needed help the most. We did not want to say do a cookie sale to benefit just the cancer society, but do something bigger so many organizations would benefit. You also remember that the only person against that was Wanda.”



I again nodded. I recall the angst of that time, Emma was wound up tight over that fight but still not like she was now.



Emma continued on. “So today we were planning new events and Jenny Spenser suggested since we had some new businesses in town with young single people we should have a people auction. That is auction off the people’s time for dates, chores whatever. Since we had never done anything close to that, most of us gave the concept thumbs up.”



I was a little distracted when Emma brought up Jenny Spenser. I had met her several times before and once she was in our house shortly after her marriage. Jenny was a newlywed, early 20′s, tall brunette with the most phenomenal ass I’ve ever seen, up there with J Lo. I just had a short fantasy break thinking of that ass in my hands while Em was talking. Reality returned quickly as Emma resumed her tale.



“No, Wanda would have none of it, considering it far beneath us. She literally brought Jenny to tears knocking her idea. Instead the old hussy said we should do a walkathon. God knows we’ve had walkathons to death. They always involve the same people and we also raise the same amount of money, so absolutely boring and mundane. So I got into it with Wanda about being stagnant and not wanting to try new things, she called for a vote and it was 10-2 with only Jenny supporting me. As usual the others were afraid even though I know most supported us. After the vote she did a high and mighty about agreeing with her and I basically said I quit.”



Ever the statesman I responded with “you did the right thing, honey.”



Now that Emma had gotten all this out I noticed her body and voice calming down and relaxing a little. I thought that after she totally chills, she’ll find a way to get together with the girls and continue on with the charity work. I was about to ask if she wanted more coffee when the phone rang.



Being the closest, I answered it.



“Good morning to you Sam” I remarked. Emma looked at me with a wide eyed expression and nervousness. It was our town Mayor, Sam Proctor. Yes that Proctor, the husband of the old battleaxe herself, Wanda. After about a minute of listening, I said, “fine we’ll be here” with a perplexed Emma looking on.



As soon as the phone hit the cradle I got that urgent “What did he want?”



“He’s on the road and will be here in about 10 minutes, wants to discuss something with the both of us.”



That was not good enough for Emma.



“For heavens sake Glenn, what does he want?”



“Just said he wanted to talk to us babe, that’s all.”



Sam Proctor is a great guy, elected as mayor for the past three terms. He was nothing at all like his wife in personality. He was the richest guy around, the largest employer in town, running three businesses and really did not have the time to be mayor, but his skill as an executive was fantastic and he was by far the best mayor we could have. He got along with everyone and was never confrontational. It didn’t hurt that he was also the town’s largest donor, a point his wife Wanda exploited to the max.



I started to brew another pot of coffee, not really knowing what to expect but figured it couldn’t hurt. Emma was antsy to say the least, running around more or less in circles while trying to appear she was actually doing something. It wasn’t long before the door bell rang.



“Hi Sam, come on in” as I gave our mayor a hearty handshake. We were friends since we moved to town some 10 years ago, even though he knew some of the issues we had with Wanda. Sam was one of those striking guys, the type women adore and men respect. He looked a lot like that late actor, Peter Graves of Mission Impossible fame, though shorter in stature. He was by far the most important man in town, even if he wasn’t just the mayor, but he made you feel that you were when he engaged you.



Emma came up behind me and when Sam spotted her she got a big hug and kiss on the cheek. We led him in to the den and we sat down to the coffee that Emma had poured earlier. Sam looked relaxed but also like a man with a mission so we let him just come out with it.



“I had just gotten to the meeting this morning when I was told of the fallout you had with Wanda. I first of all want to apologize for her and would hope that the fence can be mended because we need everyone to pull together.”



Emma cleared her throat, but her posture said more about her discomfort as she sat on the edge of her chair.



“Thanks Sam, but you should not have to apologize for anything. You were not there and one thing led to another. I perhaps acted a bit hasty, but I feel we need to go in a different direction in terms of our fund raising drives.”



Sam was at ease and appeared hopeful that a resolution was near.



“Does that mean you will come back if Wanda apologizes?”



“It’s not a question of that Sam. I know we can get along again and we were both at fault. I just don’t think the disagreements are going to end because we are just on different pages when it comes to our work. It would be best if we split and did our own thing.”



Sam pushed back all the way in his chair and finally took a sip of coffee. He had an expression on his face of a man with something else on his mind though.



“I expected that might be the case. Actually I went to the meeting with the plan of offering a job in my administration for a liaison with the state. Part of that work would entail all our charitable efforts throughout the community as well as organizing and running all our city’s events, such as the tomato festival etc. We would harness matching funds from both the state and feds, so I need exceptional organizational skills.”



Emma was very intently looking at Sam. What he was saying was making her eyes and ears stay riveted to his every word. I knew that Emma had a longing to enter politics in some fashion and this may be the way in.



Sam swallowed some more coffee and continued.



“I had hoped to have all the committee members give me their choices today so that I can make a selection. I just wanted you to know I have not informed Wanda that I was coming over here today, nor does she have any inside track for the job. I do realize what I know from the members, they would have voted for you Emma or Wanda.”



I was interested in his thought process now myself. “So Sam what are your plans now since it would appear the committee voting would be out.”



“Glenn, on my way over here I did think of something. How about a contest if you will. I know that members will line up behind Emma here and some behind Wanda. So we would have two teams matching up. Since it will soon be September, how about a battle, featuring one event between the two teams. Whoever raises the most money and has the most enthusiastic support, would win and those team members will select one of their own to be my new liaison. We’ll tally everything up on Dec 31 at my house party, and declare a winner. How does that sound?”



Before I could muster up an answer, Emma gave a resounding “I’ll do it!” Emma never could refuse a challenge. I remember one time at a swinger party out of state when the hostess said she could take on 6 guys in a gangbang; Emma topped her by offering herself to the whole house. After 18 guys worked her over, her pussy was a wreck for two weeks. No sir, never place a challenge or contest in front of my wife and expect a feeble response.



Sam’s face reflected a man that was delighted to have made an offer and have it accepted. As he stood up to leave he made a few more comments.



“Emma, what exactly were you proposing this morning while Wanda wanted a walkathon?”



“Well the idea was really Jennifer Spenser’s. It was that we would hold an auction for both single and married couples who could offer services. Maybe the singles could have dates, some others could do chores or projects that the current wives or husbands did not want to do. It just sounded like a lot of fun and we set up parameters of involvement. It certainly seemed more appealing than walking up and down the street.”



Sam was rubbing his chin and calmly said that it did sound like more fun. Sam said he would get back with Emma to finalize the “contest” and left. He no sooner had the door closed behind him than Emma was on the phone telling Jenny to hurry over.



I had to get to a meeting so I left the house before my fantasy girl Jenny showed up but I insisted to Emma that she fill me in on everything when I got back.



I walked in later that day to what looked like a whirlwind of activity. Notes and papers were laying or tossed everywhere in the den and I couldn’t help but notice the three empty bottles of wine on the coffee table with two lipstick stained glasses. Emma came around the corner to greet me with a deep kiss and a groping hug while I inhaled her alcohol laced breath. I also knew that wine heightened her horniness to the next level, so I decided in an instant to take full advantage.



Lifting my laughing wife up and slinging her over my shoulder, I race walked to the master bedroom and tossed her roughly on the bed. In one quick motion my pants and underwear were discarded and the dress shirt flung to the floor. On the bed, Emma also removed what little she had on all the while panting like a mare in heat. After a short bout of kissing and groping, I buried my stiff rod into a steamy, wet and incredibly tight pussy. Emma’s muscle control was outstanding as usual and she milked my cock with utter abandon. At this stage I don’t know who was hornier. I made sure to have some contact with her clit as that usually put us in sync together on our orgasms. This was a fuck for fucks sake, our libidos were off the charts and we just needed release. The frantic pace we pounded into each other was unsustainable and we both cascaded into our own releases. Emma moaned out her “I’m coming” while I grunted my eruption into her pussy by stiffening my entire body. Emma encouraged my cumming by flexing those love muscles of hers to drain me completely. Spent, we pulled apart and lay side by side returning to a relaxed state of breathing.



“So honey, you’ve had a good day?” I joked.



Emma punched my arm while laughing.” You can say we had a great day with that last kicker.”



“I can see by all the notes out in the den, that it was certainly busy. What all did you get accomplished today?” I quizzed.



“Shortly after you left, Jen got here and we have been brainstorming ever since. We have potentially 20 people to auction. I hope you don’t mind but I placed you and me on the list to.”



“No I don’t mind at all. Is there any chance I could get some pussy out of the deal?” I joked.



“Oh stop already, while getting another arm punch. You’ll have all you can do here with me” as she raked her nails over my balls.



“Do I know any of the other potential auction items?”



“Sure, besides us there’s Jen and Ben and…”



I did not hear any other names after Jen. Ben was her husband, a nice hunky kind of guy, which I know made Emma happy. But the chance to have a date with Jen was certainly an opportunity for me.



“So besides finishing those three bottles of Kendall-Jackson what else did you get done?”



“Once we identified the folks we thought would give us the biggest bang for the buck, we sent e-mails, cute and sassy ones, to see if they would commit. We already have several responding, all with the thumbs up.”



“It does sound like you are well on your way to being a mayor’s aide” I gleefully told Emma.



“Oh Glenn, this is going to be so much fun to kick the ass of Wanda Proctor and rub it in her face. Some of the girls have told me that once Sam told her of the contest, she was livid. Not so that he didn’t just give her the job; but that someone would actually oppose her for it. Plus it looks like she will still do the walkathon. Knowing how they have been in the past, she’ll be lucky to raise more than the best we have ever done which was $12,000.”



And so things were looking good……



Three weeks later



Wow has things taken a 360 degree turn. What looked so promising several weeks back had turned sour. The early commitments did not pan out. Instead of the 20 people we planned on, it was just down to the 4 of us. We heard back about conflicts, spouses were not ok with it, they were moving, on and on. We finally got a real glimpse of the truth when Eileen, another committee member that stayed with Wanda but was a mole for us, said that many of the people we wanted were “subtly” pushed out. Most were either employed by the Proctors or were vendors and feared some kind of blowback. It never led to Sam, always Wanda. Meanwhile Wanda had commandeered other organizations and her walkathon was going to be used. Rumor had it that she had 500 people lined up with an average of $50 donations. That would more than double the previous amount raised.



Needless to say the mood around our house was more akin to a funeral home. Even with the beautiful Jenny stopping by and me drooling over her body and Ben making Emma swoon, made no difference. Emma was close to tossing in the towel and just handing the win to Wanda. Ben, who did not work for the Proctors, being the town vet and volunteer firefighter, said we should bring our information directly to Sam. I nixed that as he was our friend and to throw his marriage up to possible turmoil was more than I could or would do.



So it was decided one afternoon among the 4 of us, unless we had another approach we would call Wanda and Sam in the morning and bow out of the charity contest.



Jenny and Ben went home and Emma went to have a pedicure, so I was home making a sandwich when the phone rang.



“Hello, this is Glenn”



“Glenn you hunk, how are you?”



Good lord, that sultry voice could only belong to one beautiful blonde bombshell named Vicki Cumberland. Vicki and her husband Norman lived a state over from us and have been regular swing partners for almost 6 years. We met them at a party and have been pals ever since, but it has been maybe 6 months since we have seen or talked to them. I think the only contact may have been an anniversary card that Emma had sent a while back.



“I am fine Vicki, my tasty little morsel, how are you sweet cheeks?”



“I am so horny Glenn darling, we haven’t seen you guys in ages and I’m just checking to see how you and Emma are.”



We continued with the small talk and catching up on news and events. The big news was that her husband Norman had struck out on his own and created a new firm. Norman is a web site design specialist and has pioneered many things on the web. I was very happy for him, he is a great guy. We talked about getting together soon and I brought up the troubles we were having on the charity side and I didn’t know if we could break away. Vicki asked that Emma call her later and she may have a solution for our issue. Even though I pushed for more information, Vicki said it was just an idea and she would float it by Emma. Shortly afterward we ended the call.



When Emma returned several hours later, still down in the dumps I might add, I let her know of Vicki’s call. This gave her a small boost; she was close to Vicki and now felt bad about the little contact over the past months.



It was a few minutes after 4pm when they connected. At 5, 6 and 7pm they were still on the phone with each other, occasionally placing it on speaker. I could hear Norman also on the line and I gave a shout out “hello buddy.” By 7:30 I was looking to have dinner; Emma was still heavy on the phone while taking notes. I pantomimed picking up dinner at a drive thru which Emma nodded yes to. I was back by 8pm from the BBQ place; sure enough Emma was still on the phone.



After dinner I watched some TV, and then the news and I dozed off. Around 11pm I awoke, looked around and did not see Emma but I could hear her in the house. Stumbling some, I found her in the office, on the computer and still to my amazement, on the phone. In a weird sign language way I asked how long she would be while she waved me off. With that I headed to the bathroom and finally to bed.

I was in a semi sleep, just feeling the urge to piss, when the bed sagged a little beside me. Emma was finally coming to bed. Slitting my eyes to look at the alarm clock showed 3am. I stumbled up to go take a leak and asked Emma if she was just coming to bed and she responded with a yes. By the time I got back, she was out like a light.



I got up my usual time, very nosy on what Emma had been doing all night long. With her still asleep I wandered into our joint office room and scoured around her notes from last night. My curiosity was very high because I think she came up with something to keep the contest alive. Many of the notes I found listed names of people we knew, most from out of our area. It finally cracked my noggin that the people posted were all swingers we knew over the years and folks we had stayed in contact with and partied.



I was really interested at this point and almost wanted to wake Emma to find out more. To appease my appetite, I logged on to her computer and saw a new icon, which when I clicked on came to a website called xxxcharity.com. It was password protected so I couldn’t get much information but I determined this is what she must have been up to last night with Norman and Vicki. Only Norman could have put this together so fast and professional. I decided to make a little breakfast and wait for my sleeping beauty to wake and fill me in.



Hours later, a yawning and sleepy looking Emma shuffled into the kitchen. Her hair was disheveled as she had gone to sleep with her makeup on which now was smeared somewhat on her face. All in all she looked hot and I felt like fucking her over a barstool that moment but I was more interested to know about last night. Emma wouldn’t begin to talk till she had some coffee and juice which I quickly poured for her.



“My God Emma, what all did you do last night and did you keep the Cumberland’s up all night to?”



“I can’t believe we got done what we did Glenn. Without Norman I would still be twiddling my thumbs. The guy is an absolute genius and Vicki had the idea.”



“Well, what is it?” I was begging literally.



“The concept remained, that is an auction for people’s services. Except now it is for sexual services and involves a number of our swinger friends around the country. The site is password protected and will just involve people we know or have been with.”



I was interested in hearing more.



“How does it work, you know we like to keep the swinger angle away from here. We just don’t need the drama. How is money raised and what rules apply?”



“Glenn it really is ingenious. First Norman is the administrator and only he can access passwords and the entire site. First you log on with a code that you will get from Norm. Then you create your profile; download a picture, no nude, but certainly a bathing suit or such. Then you give yourself a username and your set to go. I think there are 20 people or so already set up or close to it. Do you want to see how simple it is?”



“What you already have something on?”



“Of course you and I are already set.”



Emma went on line and right to the site. She popped in a password and the screen went live. Listed on the left side were odd names which she described as usernames. She clicked on GLASSMAN. Lo and behold there was a picture of me out by the pool taken about a year ago. My face was blocked out but it was me.



“What the hell is Glassman?”



“Gee honey you are dense sometimes. If you don’t like it we can change it before we go live. But it stands for GL – Glenn, and you sure are an ass man.”



Emma knew me well. Ass man was perfect. I asked to see the profile on me. She hit that target as well. Emma explained further how things worked.



Every week half of the profiled people would be the “items” up for bid. The “items” were equally divided between men and women. Bids would start Monday and end at midnight Thursday at which point the “item” could be delivered over the weekend. If that was not possible, payment would still have to made, and you could take possession later. The following week the bidder’s would become the items. Emma planned it this way since we had 12+ weeks, everyone would have multiple times to play.



I was excited about the possibilities and asked Emma how the money raising part would go. First she said everyone would have a minimum bid of $50. New bids had to be in increments of $10. There was no cap. Another rule was that you could only win an “item” once, but then again that person could select you another time. We continued for the rest of the morning looking at the site and me asking some more questions.



By early afternoon needless to say I was stoked. The idea of some swinging action and helping charities seemed a perfect fit. It was then I realized we may have a problem based on yesterday.



“Em this is all great, but didn’t we discuss yesterday when things were not looking good, that we would call Sam and toss in the towel?”



Emma was unfazed. “Yeah but we don’t have to do that now.”



“But we have another problem, or don’t you remember?”



“What is it Glenn?”



“We had Jenny and Ben here when it was decided to quit. How are you planning to tell them we are going forward and in this new direction? This could jeopardize our under the radar living about our lifestyle.”



Emma face revealed a furrowed brow and a look of worry. I guess in the scheme of working this event out she did not think how to handle this aspect of it. I did not envy her position.



Emma decided not to wait and fret about it, looking around she spotted the cordless across the room and went for it. After what seemed like an eternity, her call was answered.



“Hi Jenny, its Emma. Something has come up today and we will not be bowing out of the contest. If there is anyway you could come over today we can discuss it with you. Hope to hear from you soon. Bye.”



Although I was curious as a cat to hear how Emma would do this, my insides could not handle it. I made an announcement that I would be running some errands shortly and I did not know when I would be back.



Emma gave me a well deserved “you’re a chicken shit” response.



I returned hours later not knowing if Jenny had come by or not. I was prepared for the worst, but rather hoping for the best. What that was I didn’t know. Emma was busy on the computer and did not look up when I came into the room. Based on her intensity she was involved only with the screen.



I stood there like a lamb waiting for his fleecing, still no acknowledgement from Emma. I had a thought that the contest had cratered due to our desire for some secrecy. Finally Emma looked up and a slight smile started on the left side of her mouth.



“Well?” I asked with a knot in my gut.



“Everything is just fine. It went better than I could have hoped. Jenny called back just after you left and then came right over, just left about 30 minutes ago.”



“How did you handle it, babe?” I yearned to know.



“I told her the truth, clear and simple.”



“What! Did you tell the truth about the auction or about us?”



“Both”



My throat fell into my ass. I held our privacy concerning our lifestyle very high, now it looks like that is blown out of the water. I had to sit and do it quickly, so I took the seat next to Emma who was still logged on to the computer.



It took another second to compose myself, but I felt my teeth grate while spitting some dialog out.



“Have you lost your mind Emma? Couldn’t you have just told her we were trying to generate funds from friends out of town?”



“I did Glenn, but Jenny probed me for more and finally I slipped and she picked up on it immediately and I got cornered.”



Resigning myself to the fact the cat was out of the bag if you will, I hoped that something was still salvageable.



‘So how bad was it?”



“See for yourself” as she slid the computer screen over for a better view on my part. She hit on the username JS1NEWBIE. It popped open two photos of a yellow bikini holding onto a young, tan and outstanding body. Even with the face blocked, it was very much Jenny Spenser. The first photo was a frontal and showed a gorgeous set of tits, nice cleavage and flaring hips; the second photo locked my stare in. It was a rear shot with Jenny looking over her shoulder with a smile. My eyes riveted to that posterior. It wasn’t a string bikini but nonetheless left far more ass on display than fabric.



With my eyes never leaving the screen, I asked Emma if this means what I think it does.



“Yes it does, she and Ben are in.”



My balls started to tap dance together. Emma saw the glee on my face and knew exactly what I had to be thinking.



“I just finished entering it. Do you want to see her profile?” With that she clicked on it. I felt like I had won a prize. I was glued to the screen reading the following.



Newlywed newbie, mold me shape me. Looking to experience everything and I mean everything. Am 24, brunette, recently married (spouse will play to) 5’6″ 130, 36-24-36. Always had fantasies, never felt like they could be fulfilled till now. Shy at first, couple of wines will open me up and I mean open. Told that oral skills are excellent and I do enjoy all aspects of it (means I swallow). Looking for girl/girl; threesomes and more (yes gangbang intrigues me) anal (virgin) and ultimately being what they call airtight. Please bid me up and I will make every dollar of your donation well worth it!



Anal virgin had me clawing at my checkbook to get it out, when Emma pointed to the bottom of the profile which stated this:



Item not activated at this time.



“What does that mean?” with the vision of Jenny’s ass on my face disappearing.



“I gave Jen and Ben a week to decide if they want to go live. So for right now, people can look but not touch.”



I knew my wife was right. The first time we ventured out onto the swing scene we were too nervous and frightened to think straight. I could relate to how those two may feel.



“So when does the program go live?” I wanted to know



“Today is Friday, so we are running a pilot or test; it will all go live this coming Monday if there are no glitches.”



“What does the test mean and who’s doing it?”



With that Emma clicked on some other things and up popped Vicki’s profile. On the bottom was my code next to $50. Emma then flipped to Norman and her code was on his.



While she was doing that, she gave me the following explanation.



“It’s the least we could do since they supplied the expertise and the idea. We are going to see them tomorrow evening so be prepared.”



I could not object to that. Vicki was an exceptional lady, certainly one of my favorite friends with benefits. I loved anal with her, she was one of my firsts on that score plus she was one of the few women I knew that could orgasm while being plowed in the rear.



It was going to be a great weekend.



Emma continued to test the system with Norman’s input and everything looked good to go. We ran up more and more bids against fictitious bidders to see how it would handle. We both had bids up to $500 now on both Vicki and Norman. When I started to make a face, Emma calmed me down by saying this was a test and we would not be contributing that money. But in reality, our friends were worth that and more.



Our weekend with the Cumberland’s was fantastic as usual. There place in the countryside is beautiful and private allowing freedom for the lifestyle. A lot of time was used by Norman and Emma tweaking the web site, but fun was still the top priority. Every day was awesome but the crowning moment for me was one afternoon where I watched Emma and Norman fuck and tussle on a swinging hammock out by the pool. It was comical how they tried for certain positions all in the wake of a moving network of fabric. At one point Emma was on her back, legs spread waiting for the rigid cock of Norman. As he made a stab downward, he missed his mark and his cock emerged thru the webbing between Emma outstretched legs. Laughing so hard I almost missed myself as I was inserting an engorged prick into the backside of sweet Vicki. We were in the den, she straddling the couch armrest while I had lined up her ass for my assault. A few valiant stabs into the air as well as her cheek, but I did finally get that ass fuck I had been craving. Vicki made the highlight reel as her orgasm was hard and long from my pummeling as she left me exhausted but oh so satisfied.



And so upon our return to town and work, the contest began. Eileen our insider mole in the other camp said that Wanda had pulled all her tricks together and was planning walkathons every weekend till the 31st and she was insisting that all their suppliers, vendors and workers chip in with walkers and donations. So we knew that we had to have a lot of action on our side to generate more funds to win.



Emma and I sat out the first week; I had made it a point that till Jenny came up as an item I would remain on the sidelines. I was prepared to make a sizeable donation to have dibs on her and Emma knew it. I think Emma’s plan was the same for stud Ben.



For the first week we only had 6 “items” and bidding was low. At the end of the week we had only generated $560. Eileen could not get the exact number on Wanda’s first walk, but knew based on the amount of walkers and minimums, the haul was in excess of $4,000. We were deeply in the hole and only 12 weeks left. I began to be concerned as was Emma that we did not have a large pool of participants but it would not be a good thing to try and enlarge it at this stage.



Monday rolled around when finally Jenny became active. Neither she nor Ben pulled out during their one week review, so I was itching to go. I had a heavy workload so I didn’t get to access a computer till I got home in the early evening. I was not really prepared to see what I did when I logged on and punched Jenny’s bid sheet up. She was already at $750. with almost 4 days left. It showed that she was being hit hard and often after the opening bid of $50 which lasted all of three minutes.



I decided to wait till later in the week to see how high this was going to get rather than place a bid now. At swinger parties we’ve attended in the past it was always are big push to be with the “newbie’s” so I anticipated this to be the same thing here.



I checked again late Wednesday night and found that Jenny’s value had gone to $1,220, which in a way was a relief since she had started so strong. Just to keep myself abreast of Emma’s antics, I checked her profile. Sure enough she was still after Ben but now another bid was ahead of her and that stood at $430. I did not look through anyone else’s listing so I did not know where we stood potential donation wise.



Thursday was the deadline for that’s week’s bidding and I was not going to look till 11:55pm, then if practical, I would make my final bid. Now I really wanted Jenny badly, but in my head I never had a stop price figured. I really did not know what I would do if the price was in outer space, so I was nervous.



When I logged on at 11:30 I was downing a beer trying to keep myself calm. I hit the line and got Ben’s profile and saw that Emma was top gun. Checking a little closer I saw a bid of $520 an hour ago, and then fifteen minutes later Emma shot back with $700. Considering the increments could be as small as $10, that leap was Emma’s way of nailing it. With a heavy hand I found Jenny’s page and took a deep breath.



Jenny had climbed to $1770, a huge sum based on all the other players and a testament to her desirability. I didn’t recognize the name with the high bid, probably someone’s friend of a friend. With the clock ticking down I looked at the pattern of bids. The last bid was considerably higher than the previous one, so I surmised that was a last shot to win. I quickly punched in $1800, within seconds $1850 overrode me and it was the same username. Someone else was playing my game. What to do?



With the clock ticking down to under a minute, knowing that someone is on line with me waiting to pounce at my latest move, I typed in $2000. The clock hit midnight, the page said close and Jenny was mine. I thrust my fist in the air similar I guess if I had just won big in Vegas, but reality hit quick, how Emma would handle me with placing such a high bid on her friend. Looking quickly to Ben’s page, Emma had made it a family double by having the winning bid also.



I guzzled the rest of my beer and hoped for the best. Just because I had the highest bid did not automatically mean that Jenny would have sex with me. She still held all the cards based on the rules and could reject me while I would still have to pay. Now the regular swingers we knew would not have done that but with Jenny being a “newbie” she was under no obligation.



I left for my office very early the next morning and did not talk to Emma before I left. About 9 she called to inform me that Jenny had called and she had given her my office line and I should expect her call. I felt like a love struck puppy awaiting that call, I didn’t know how it would pan out.



The phone rang just as an associate was leaving my office; I hurriedly asked them to close my door and tell my secretary to hold my calls. The caller id said Jenny and I swallowed hard. I don’t know why I felt and acted like a love struck kid.



“Good morning Glenn” Jenny purred into the phone.



“Hi Jenny, how are you today?”



“Well I am blown away mister. I was stunned this morning to find you on my bid list and with such a huge number. I never knew you liked me so much.”



“Of course I like you Jenny, but this is for charity and I do want us to win” I wanted to at least show her that I wasn’t infatuated with her, which of course I was.



“Oh yeah, charity,” her voice reflected a hurt tone. I knew that I was to blunt with my previous comment so I tried to dampen it a little.



“I really do like you Jenny very much; the charity part is just a little icing on the cake. If it’s ok with you I would like to take possession and use my “item” as soon as possible.”



Jenny’s tone changed to one of being upbeat again and she also was looking forward to fulfilling her bidder’s wishes. In fact she said Ben and her were available this coming Sunday and that Emma had already confirmed that was ok. Who was I to change an excellent plan?



They showed up Sunday afternoon, swimwear in tow, ready to spend the day and some of the night with us. Emma immediately took Ben for a tour of the house; I suspected there would be some stops along the way. Jenny looked dazzling in a pair of white shorts and a halter top, teal color. We sat on the couch sipping some wine which I had remembered from her profile as a relaxer. It was not lost on her, as she tossed the first glass down and filled another herself. I was curious on why she wanted to participate in this contest so while she was relaxing, I began asking.



“Hey Jen, what made you decide to be an active participate in this auction thing?”



She took an extra big swallow of the merlot. “Emma was so secret about not quitting and she kept telling me she could not give me any more information. Well I got so upset; I told her I would still call Wanda to quit. That was to much for Emma and she slowly let on what you guys were going to do. First I was taken aback a little, but then it sounded exciting and dirty. You know Ben was my first and only before and after marriage and he also had some fantasies when we talked about it.”



While she explained I viewed her body, so young and toned. I didn’t notice any tan lines; the tan looked natural so I hoped she was also a nudist. As she talked her chest would heave out and her tits looked exceptional with quite pointy nipples showing through. I began hoping I had the energy today for several bouts with her.



As we sat on the couch, chilling, it was evident that Emma and Ben had not come back through the den. Now our house was large, but not that large and most of it was on the opposite side we were on, a side that Emma had not been in yet. The side they did go to was where the master bedroom is.

I asked Jenny if she was curious; she looked at me with a confused look. I took her hand and helped her up from the couch and walked with her toward our master bedroom. As we peeked through the doorway, we spotted Emma and Ben, partially unclothed, writhing on the bed lip locked and in a full body embrace. Emma’s tits were out, being handled and squeezed by the large hands of Ben. Both their throats were emitting moans of pleasure while they continued with their foreplay.



Peeking at Jenny, her eyes, primarily her pupils were enlarged and her upper torso moving dramatically as her breaths became deeper and longer. This was turning her on, which of course was precisely my motive. Although Emma and I didn’t have any qualms about playing with or without each other in sight, I did not know what Jenny’s reaction would be since she was a novice to all this. While what was happening on the bed was ingrained in our memories, I still had a hold of Jenny’s hand and I guided her back into our den.



Before sitting, I embraced her and started with a soft kiss. Initially she sat there with hands and arms at her side and her lips pursed together. I held her closer and kissed harder and slowly the meltdown began. Her hands came up and held the back of my neck and head; her lips opened and a darting tongue emerged and sought out and found mine. Jenny pressed her body hard into mine and my hands stroked her back and then slid to her fleshy ass. I kneaded my fingers into her ass flesh finally realizing one of my fantasies with her.



The harder we embraced each other, the harder my cock became and hurt due to its confines. I don’t know if Jenny sensed that or not, but she released a hand from my neck and went for my zipper and with urgency. My hands left her ass and slid under her halter top to discover a lacy thin bra that barely contained her overflowing breasts. The softness of her tit flesh was fantastic and my hands were glued to those orbs, exploring every delicate inch as well as her nipples.



By this time she had fished out my steely cock and began fisting it with vigor. Just to be out of the restricted confines of my drawers felt wonderful, but her hand working on it made it priceless. Our kiss lingered on and on as we groped and explored each others body. Even though my donation had been high, I was feeling that if was worth it and more.



We had removed a considerable amount of clothes in our embrace as I stood there now in just my drawers and Jenny in her lace set of bra and panties. The bra was flipped below her tits and I was delighted that no tan lines were on her tits. The thought that she sunbathed nude shot another bolt of excitement to my bobbing cock. I finally broke our lip lock; while Jenny frantically took on air, I descended on those luscious mounds and devoured her grapefruit size tits and stiff nipples. Her fragrance was exquisite and the softness of her tit flesh felt fabulous to my fingers. Believe me; I could have feasted for days on those tits.



One hand however was drawn like a magnet to her pussy where it just had to stroke and probe with its fingers. The heat emanating from Jenny’s love hole was warmer than the sun as well as moist like the sea. As my finger was aided by another and another, Jenny, bent her legs outward allowing me deeper and deeper access. Her body position reminded me of someone sitting astride a horse, upper legs extended out lower legs in. I had the overwhelming desire at this stage for my lips and tongue to experience the thrill that my fingers found.



Pushing Jenny down, we fell onto the couch, still with hands busy on each other’s bodies. Sliding my head downward; my mission to taste the nectar of her juices, my tongue dragged along the middle of her stomach. Jenny sensed what I was doing and helped guide my head down with a free hand. Before engorging myself on her womanhood, I lustily gazed on my prize, the incredible labia lips the perfect shape of her pussy itself and the tempting asshole slightly hidden from view, but obviously there between those stunning cheeks.



With her flower unfolded before me, my lips and tongue entered the opening of my latest fantasy girl. The smell and taste were as I had hoped, fresh and sweet. My tongue probed deep into the pink fleshy confines, searching for that little hard nub, her clit. Finding it, I lavished my full attention on it; receiving full recognition of my success by the gyrations and vocalizations from my beauty. Jenny squeezed my ears hard as she ground her luscious mound harder into my mouth. Jenny’s lower body was lurching upward, leaving the sofa at ever higher elevations. The heat was more intense between her thighs as well, as her legs clamped themselves together, squeezing my face and head.



In the distance of the other room, you could hear high pitched screams, lustful orgasmic screams as Emma was without a doubt enjoying her portion of the double event. Emma was never quiet, but she was outdoing herself in the volume department. Being multi orgasmic, she will wear Ben out, of that I was sure. I should have talked to him on his arrival and forewarned him to pace himself or he may miss the best part of his coupling. Oh well, that’s their business, for now I had to focus on Jenny and our pleasure.



Although I relished all aspects of my oral loving, my lust was dictating that I penetrate this babe with another part of my anatomy. Reluctantly separating, I repositioned Jenny on the sofa so that she was on her back with her legs splayed open. She did this quickly and telling by her facial expressions, she wanted it. With her open to me, I took my rigid cock and stroked the outside of her pussy for additional lubrication and also to tease her. This was not in her game plan as she thrust upward and inhaled my throbbing cock into her cunt. Her hands clutching my ass cheeks and her ass rotating in circles on the sofa cushion, it was abundantly clear that she wanted to fuck and do it now.



Like a good man, I complied with her physical actions by pounding her hole and deep rooting her pussy. She was very wet and the sloshing sounds were echoing between my ears which only made me want to do it more. Wet as her pussy was, she remained very tight and occasionally I would be expelled with the force of her muscles. Attesting to her lust was her urgency to get me back in by keeping one hand always near our joining.



For her first time straying from her marriage, Jenny was very into it; while in between her moans of lust, she spat out “fuck me” and “fuck” over and over again. Even though I had enough of my own passion, her cries elevated mine for sure. I not only wanted my pleasure, but made it a goal for Jenny’s as well. Placing my hands under her glorious ass, I squeezed her cheeks hard and drove my cock in deep and upward, making contact with the magic button. Jenny became higher pitched so I knew I hit pay dirt. Her cunt was going ballistic on my cock and the wetness and friction of our joined organs was causing the temperature of our bodies to skyrocket. I so much wanted to blast a load in her ass, but since we had gone this far, I knew I couldn’t make it.



I also did not clear it with her about unloading in her open hole. My condom less missile was so close to firing, I had to warn Jenny of that. So between my grunts and sucking for air on my overworked lungs, I whispered out “I’m coming Jenny, I need to pull out.”



Instead of an answer or pushback, I got a pull in from her hands on my ass as well as a leg lock over my back. It was clear to me to fire in the hole. With the dam bursting, that is exactly what I did, over and over again. Not within recent memory had I had an ejaculation that was so powerful and long lasting. Jenny’s pussy was more than receiving my deposits; in fact her cunt was milking me for more.



I lay on top of her till my cock shrank down which fortunately for me took a while. Jenny was breathing heavily and her eyes were rolled back in her head as she to calmed down from her sexual zenith. In the distance, the wails of Emma were still bouncing off the walls as Ben was still providing her deep orgasms. Since they had started before us and were still going strong was evidence of Ben’s stud status as well as my Em’s insatiable appetite.



Jenny and I stared at one another while laying parallel to each other. She was rubbing my chest and I reciprocated by tweaking her nipples while stretching them out with my fingers. Jenny caught me a little off guard when she spoke and said “Glenn, are you still going to break in my ass tonight?”



Even though my cock was still in the position of a flag in a still wind, my heart pumped an extra load of blood to my friend below. Do I want to take another breath, I thought to myself, hell yes I want to tap that ass.



So in response to Jenny’s question, without words my fingers located her anus and began to play with it by rimming it first with my middle finger and then slowly inserting it. This caused Jenny’s body to jump as a whole but she made no effort to move away from my probing digits. This was only taking seconds but I noticed that my cock had not only risen but was now stiff enough to bob about. Jenny meanwhile was whistling out little coo like sounds and inhaling deeply. This was building into more passion and lust than are just completed coupling, which was already over the top.



With my fantasy quickly becoming a mind blowing reality, I reached for some lube I had conveniently placed earlier on the table. This was to both slick up my dick and get moisture to that wonderful hole. My fingers had created a slightly larger opening, but it still was clear that I was about to take the cherry from Jenny’s rear. Suddenly there was a lot of commotion as half running into the den was Emma, tits giggling all over the place, followed by a buff looking Ben, with his erect cock swinging back and forth. They were both laughing as Emma said, “It sounded too quiet in here, we need to get the blood flowing and the women fucked!”



“What do you think we were doing, reading the paper?” I laughingly said.



Ben was focused on what I was doing, smearing his wife’s ass with gel and showing the same residue on my cock. He stared and began jacking his prick with slow strokes. Emma, seeing him do that took over and said let me do that for you. Having witnesses did not disrupt me from my mission of popping Jenny’s anal cherry and I positioned her for me to best access her hole. I applied some pressure and found a lot of resistance even with the lube. I told Jenny to relax hoping that would ease the sphincter but still we had trouble.



Emma and Ben at this point were not interested in our action as Ben had gotten on the floor and Emma had mounted him and began impaling herself with force and speed. It wasn’t long before her vocals began and her voice register went higher and higher.



I don’t know if that relaxed or made Jenny hornier, but I finally got the head of my cock into her ass and left it there for her to get used to. I could feel the powerful efforts of her ass to expel me, but I left myself firmly in place if not pushing in slightly. The resistance of her ring was impressive but it finally succumbed to my steely rod and boom, I was in.



Jenny body language told me that this was new and for now, uncomfortable. I stayed motionless but lodged more than halfway into her cavity where the feeling for me was absolute heaven. I admired the roundness of her glorious ass and the perfect shape and bubble effect. Thinking of my profile, yes I snickered internally, I am Glen the assman.



While Jenny and my state of ecstasy was mellow at this point, you could not avoid the pounding a few feet from us where Ben’s balls were being ground into the ass of my slutty wife Emma. In all our years of swinging no man has matched the level or stamina of my wonderful wife and when she was on a roll, like now, the man or men would pass out from exhaustion. However in Ben I saw some worry but also tremendous determination to fulfill his role in this carnal circus. They have been playing now for quite some time and Ben was certainly holding his own.



Jenny was beginning to relax, I could tell by her squirming and rotating her backside, telling me that a little pounding could begin. Once I did, with several fully deep strokes, she let loose with some fancy howling. She started to shout “fuck, fuck” and countless “Oh Gods” as I really hit her ass. My balls were slapping her ass with a timely rhythm as she lunged back into me. Jenny was in such a frantic state that even Emma stopped her fucking to take in the whole deflowering of her friends asshole.



Whether it was to quiet Jenny or not, Emma and Ben quit fucking and disengaged to come up and stand near us. With Ben fondling Emma’s stout breasts, he shoved his cock into his wife’s mouth where she eagerly sucked it. This made the room quieter, so that the slapping sounds of my cock and the slurping moans from Jenny took center stage.



After a few moments, Ben athletically slipped under his wife and asked Emma to help him.



I made way for Ben’s legs as they interacted with mine while still keeping my cock deeply lodged in Jenny’s rear. It dawned on me that Ben wanted to fuck his wife and thus give her a double penetration. I maneuvered myself so he could insert his cock and then we both started to drive our cock’s home. Paying attention to all this, I did not realize it was still fairly quiet till I looked up and Emma had placed her pussy to Jenny’s lips. It seems most if not all of Jenny’s fantasies would be fulfilled this day. I gave it a 95 score of being airtight.



With both Ben and I blasting his wife’s holes with our loads, the day and evening progressed from there. Our guests stayed through Sunday and we enjoyed them over and over again. Jenny took to anal like riding a bike, once she mastered it that was all she wanted to do. Both Emma and our new friend were doubled a lot appearing to outdo each other in being consummate hot wives. The fantasy profiled by Jenny got a boost when she and Emma hooked up when Ben and I were resting.



After that weekend, I pretty much gave up on the fuckathon, business picked up dramatically and I had work coast to coast and travelled a lot. Even late at night in a hotel room, the computer stayed off as I was generally too tired to go looking to see who was doing what. Emma kept me somewhat in the loop when we talked briefly at night, sometimes I even dozed when she was still talking. I know that Emma continued to be an active participant in the game, both buying and selling.



The weeks and months rolled along and before long the contest would be officially over and the party at the Proctors would be the highlight. We had attended Sam and Wanda’s New Year’s bash for years and it was always fun and a great social event, however this year could exceed that with this contest.



Vicki and Norman came down for the event. With a month or so to go with the contest, Emma got nervous and turned all the administration and collections over to Norman. She did not know the total amount collected or even some of the players that were added on later. I remember her telling me that Norman had gotten several requests for new players in the last few weeks and they agreed to add them in hopes of pulling in more donations.



There were about 100 guests for the black tie affair and right after dinner Sam was planning to make the announcement of the contest winner and his newest staff member. I have to admit that Wanda was very nice to us all; in fact she looked quite yummy in a shear black cocktail dress that she filled out nicely with her large tits and cleavage. We really did like her on a personal level and she is a great friend beside her issue with Emma. So even though I wanted to win I knew whoever got the job, the town would be in good hands.



Tapping his champagne glass, Sam stood and thanked everyone for attending and to please allow him to make some comments.



“As you know ladies and gentlemen, he began; we have had a contest to see who could raise the most money during the last quarter of this year. We have had a grand battle with two distinct camps involving Emma and her associates and my wife Wanda and her crew.



Wanda’s group did a number of walkathons and clearly had large participation within the community. Emma and her team did an internet auction where folks were in essence donated with their time and talents. Grading will be not only on funds raised but on a satisfaction survey. Let me now flip a coin on who will announce their numbers first.”



The coin was heads, which is what Wanda called, thus her team was first. As the envelope was pasted to Sam, the room was exceedingly quiet and gave an aura of tension among the guests.



“Ladies and gentleman, the walkathon teamed scored a satisfaction score of 86%.”



That was quite high. Norman had read me the survey on the way over and the questions involved both the participants and the donor’s level of feeling about their event. So obviously people were pleased to have been in this charity with Wanda.



Sam continued, “And the funds raised are $64,369.44″



People rose to their feet and applause was from everywhere. Emma and I were stunned in that amount factoring in all the previous efforts with such an event. Wanda had indeed raised the bar and was obviously worthy of being the town’s primary fundraiser.



Emma looked nervously at Norman who exhibited no emotion on his face. We did not know what was in our envelope and had concerns for sure. I remembered the early sizable lead they had and I wondered if we did enough to overcome it. I regretted playing only once now. The applause and kudos’ began to wind down so Norman handed his envelope to Sam.



‘Everyone, please take your seats so we can conclude the winner. I hope that after this we can move to the other rooms and ring in the New Year. And now, we have the results of team Emma.”



There was a buzz in the room but for the most part was quiet. My stomach growled and I watched Emma fidget around with her necklace, her nerves on display. I knew she really wanted this job, more than just one upping Wanda. I took a quick look at Jenny Spenser wearing a teal blue long gown with a plunging neckline and a large opening down the back which accentuated that fabulous ass. My stomach problem went away to be replaced by an aching boner.



With the envelope open, Sam spoke.



“Ok for the satisfaction level, we have a score of 96%!”



Again a lot of applause, but I was surprised since what we did was swap partners for sex, who would not rate that 100%? But at least we had a better score than Wanda.



Opening the next paper Sam looked at it and then pulled it in closer. His forehead moved upward toward his hairline and he reached for his water glass but grabbed the wine instead. Placing the glass to his lips he poured the entire contents down his throat and sat down while handing the paper back to Norman and asked him to read it.



Norman stood and cleared his throat, not revealing much in his manner or look.



“Team Emma’s funds raised were…. The pause was deafening, $131,220.”



Total silence dominated the room for seconds. Then slowly, as it finally sank in, a smattering of applause started; followed by an extended cadence of chants, “Emma, Emma, Emma.”



The number hit me squarely in the nose, we had not only won but our donations doubled Wanda. This was not just a win but a total defeat. Looking for Emma, she was speechless, sitting down, holding her face with her mouth completely open, in shock. Norman was grinning from ear to ear, hugging on Vicki who was also ecstatic. I was motionless until a figure tossed itself into my arms and I suddenly had the wonderful Jenny squeezing the life out of me. She kept shrieking, “We did it, we did it.”



People began hugging and embracing each other, even Sam and Wanda, especially Wanda gave heartfelt congratulations. In a hasty exchange, Sam announced that Emma would be his charitable coordinator in his office.

My dual life continued with me switching between my role as a wife who was desperate to please her husband and a college girl who had no responsibilities or guilt. It was only with much effort that I was able to keep these two lives separate in my own mind. This ability has been what has let me survive all the regret and remorse I have felt through the years.



My husband Tom and I had gotten involved with a younger couple across the street. Tom was 29 and I was 28. Mark was 23 and Donna was just 21. They had been the aggressive ones and we had swapped partners for the first time a week earlier. I had gone along with what happened because I knew Tom wanted to do something like that. I hadn’t really wanted to become involved sexually with anyone in my role as a wife and mother.



I had classes three days a week at the college where I had returned to school the year before. At school, I had developed a group of friends with whom I played the role of a single college student. They had no idea I was married with three kids and was 7 or 8 years older than them.



I had kept myself in shape since cheerleading in school, and at 5-8, 125, 36-25-37 I easily passed as much younger. I had become sexually involved with several of them and I kept that part of my life secret and separated from everyone. I didn’t really need any further involvement, but Tom was very hot for this sort of relationship with Mark and Donna. I felt like I had to do this because it satisfied my husband and it eased my guilt about my college affairs.



After the night we had changed partners and all ended up in Mark and Donna’s bed, things at home were quiet. The next Saturday, I was studying for a big exam. Tom had been puttering around the yard while I had my nose in my books.



After dinner, Tom pulled me into our bedroom and told me he had been with Donna across the street for about an hour while I had been studying. He said he didn’t want to lie to me, so he just told me about it. I was upset, more hurt than angry.



Tom said they had both been outside doing some yard work and she had offered him a beer. When he went into the house with her, they just started kissing and stripping each other’s clothes off. She had sucked him and stroked him until he almost came right there in the kitchen. Then they had gone to the bedroom.



Tom said they had spent the next hour doing everything they could think of sexually. Tom had cum twice and Donna had several orgasms. She had let him cum in her mouth while he was going down on her. After she got him hard again, she climbed on top of him and rode him frontwards and then backwards, cumming several times.



Tom told me he didn’t mind if I wanted to get together with Mark. He said he didn’t care how often I fucked Mark or what we did. He promised to tell me if he did it with Donna and I told him I would tell him if Mark and I did anything. Tom was a wild man in bed that night! I didn’t know what to think. How could he really love me if he didn’t care what I did? What if he knew about my friends at school and what I was doing with them? Would he still say, “Do whatever you want!”?



I didn’t know whether to be mad with him about sleeping with Donna again or to just take him at his word. Sunday afternoon I answered the phone. It was Mark. He wanted to know what time I got home from school on Monday and if he could stop by for a while. He had Monday off and thought we should talk about Tom and Donna. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to do it. I told him I might stay late and study at school on Monday. He seemed disappointed, but said he’d catch me another time.



By Monday when I left school, I was about studied out. The test was the next day and I had crammed all I could. I knew Mark would be home and probably watching for me to arrive. On the way home I decided that I might as well let him come over. It might take my mind off the test for a while. Besides, I wasn’t certain that he wanted to sleep with me, I just suspected. Maybe he really wanted to talk about Tom and Donna. I made up my mind to let things happen however they happened. If he didn’t call, fine. If he did, well we would let things follow their course.



I got home just after 1:00 in the afternoon. The kids wouldn’t be home until 3:30. I hadn’t been home 10 minutes when Mark called. He asked if he could come over and I told him that it was OK. We talked for a few minutes about the night we had swapped partners and about Tom and Donna fucking on Saturday. Mark wanted me to know that he wasn’t upset and felt very comfortable with Tom and Donna being together. He said that he wanted to be sure that I wasn’t jealous.



I told him I was a little mad that Tom had done it without telling me, while I was studying at the house. I also told him I didn’t want things to get out of hand. I had concerns about the neighbors becoming suspicious. Mark was very agreeable to everything I said and we seemed very comfortable.



We began to kiss and make out on the couch and then moved to the family room to get more serious. Mark finished taking my blouse off and as I undid my bra, he stripped his pants and shirt off. We stood and kissed and felt each other. I tugged his shorts down to grab his cock in my hand, and he kicked them the rest of the way off. As I stroked him, he undid my jeans and pushed them over my hips. I wiggled them to the floor and stepped out of them, naked.



Mark moved me back to the bar and onto a bar stool. He knelt in front of me and spread my legs as I sat on the stool. I leaned back with my elbows on the bar to support myself as Mark began to work on me with his tongue. This went on for a few minutes, and then he stood up and moved between my legs. The stool was at the perfect height for him to slide his cock into my cunt without any adjustments. He stood in front of me, holding my hips and plunging in and out of me. I saw him starting to get pretty excited and I grabbed his cock, squeezing him and pulling him out.



“Your turn,” I said as I slid off the bar stool. As I held his cock, Mark turned and sat on the bar stool while I knelt and took him into my mouth. I sucked him and stroked him until I thought he was going to cum.



“How do you want to do it?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He just got off the bar stool and pushed me up to it, bending me over so I was lying on the stool with my ass toward him. He pushed his cock into my cunt and began fucking me so hard I thought the stool would fall over. He began groaning and thrusting deeper. As he started to cum, he pulled out and shot his cum all over me.



There was a lot and it was running all over my back and my ass. Some had gone into my hair. He grabbed his shirt and started to wipe it off me. I said, “We’ve got time. Want to take a shower with me?” Mark just grinned and followed me upstairs into the bathroom.



We soaped and lathered each other, kissing and playing with each other. Mark was hard again. He asked me if he could fuck me in the ass. I hesitated, but he begged and I said OK. We got out of the shower, still wet.



Mark soaped my ass, and rubbed lotion on his cock. He lifted me up onto the bathroom counter, pushing everything into the sink. I lay back as far as I could and pulled my knees all the way up. Mark started with his fingers and loosened me up. In a minute I was ready for him and he slowly pushed his cock into my ass. I was wet and soapy and with the lotion on his cock, it was the slipperiest I had ever been. Mark was able to pound as hard and fast as he wanted to, and it was very nice for me too! He came loudly and was deep inside me.



Mark jumped back into the shower and I sat on the toilet, letting him drip out of me. We toweled each other off and dressed. He left me with a kiss and went back across the street just before the kids came home. I felt content and satisfied even though I had not had an orgasm. Tom and I had a really hot night as I told him what had happened. I did have an orgasm while we made love that night!



As I drifted off to sleep, thoughts of Tom and Mark were replaced by thoughts of the group at school, the test tomorrow, and the challenge that my friend Debbie had made!

The morning breeze wafted into the three occupied bedrooms in their suite. Aleka was wrapped around Rashad’s hard body while Diane and Michelle nuzzled Chris’ spectacular frame. Both women were becoming addicted to the monstrous pipe between his legs.



Lori was lovingly bringing Jamal to life with the softest and sweetest of blowjobs. Her lips smiled around Jamal’s hard cock as she thought of all the high priced contracts she had negotiated without once betraying her desire to be under the conference table instead of sitting at it.



Well, that wasn’t quite true; there was one man who knew. Gary Edwards from D’Orgasmic Lingerie knew of her craving and he fed her desire every time they were together. She had no idea when she met Mark that they were best of friends. She loved to fuck almost as much as she loved to suck cock. She could not help but wonder how two men could be so perfect in bed. Mark and Gary were almost identical men and lovers.



Jamal was beginning to rise as her tender mouth crawled along his lovely cock. She felt the ridges and the large veins as they traversed her tender lips. His cock stretched her mouth to the limit and she loved it. His hands held her face tenderly as he began to move in and out of her lovely wet mouth. She gripped his ass and felt her throat being filled completely. Her throat and tongue began to milk his cock on this lovely tropical morning.



Morning control always plagued Jamal and with Lori’s obvious talents and he knew he was about to blow very soon. Her wet, hot mouth soaked his shaft lovingly and she began to quiver. Her desire increased as she felt it begin. She sucked furiously and he rewarded her with a truly spectacular load of delicious, hot cum. She sucked and swallowed every drop. Her breakfast was particularly tasty this morning. She licked her lips and then his cock, insuring she had not missed a single drop. She kissed him deeply and crawled from the bed dragging him with her.



They woke everyone up and the realization hit them. The women woke up in the wrong suite. They had partied hard last night and thoroughly enjoyed each other repeatedly.



They looked at each other and headed next door. They walked into Mark’s bedroom and circled the bed. Cherry’s naked body curled sweetly in Mark’s arm. Her head rested on his broad chest. There was the hint of a smile on her pretty face.



Michelle smiled broadly and started to clap. They all began and the noise in the room woke the two immediately. Cherry looked up and saw Aleka’s smiling face and she actually blushed. The girl who was never embarrassed turned beet red. Rashad, Chris and Jamal started high-fiving each other and hooting and hollering.



“It’s fucking well about time,” Chris boomed. “This is a good fucking day.”



“You can say that again,” Diane smiled.



“Mark, I was starting to worry about you man,” Rashad laughed. “I’ve always trusted your judgment but this never made sense to any of us. Thank God, you’re back.”



Mark looked at Cherry and they both began to laugh. She buried her face in his chest and then looked up at his smiling face and kissed him deeply.



There was a knock on the door and Michelle went to let room service in. “Breakfast is here. Give the lovebirds a few minutes. Who needs coffee?”



“Good morning darling,” Cherry purred as she kissed him softly.



“Good morning to you. Last night was…”



Cherry put her finger to his lip. “Last night was simply the beginning Mr. Banner. Just the most wonderful and sweet beginning.”



They threw on their robes and made a beeline for the coffee pot.



The next few days were going to be rather busy.



Aleka had arranged several tours including the Kilauea Volcano, the Atlantis Submarine Oahu tour, Waimea Bay with some of the world’s biggest waves and world-class surfers.



They visited Pearl Harbor and the Arizona Memorial.



They saw sandy beaches, beautiful bays, unspoiled forest trails, and quaint Hawaiian towns. They walked on black lava beaches, and took a helicopter to see Mauna Kea, the tallest snow capped mountain in the Pacific.



They swam in the lush lagoons and made love under tropical waterfalls. Overall, it was a lovely vacation but one that had to end.



Everyone packed and headed to the limos. Mark decided that he’d fly everyone home. Aleka was beginning a new film so they would drop her off in LA on the way through. Lori was heading to Las Vegas, as was Cherry. Diane was going through to New York to do a photo shoot. Rashad, Jamal and Chris had different destinations and they had no rush to get home.



Cherry and Mark had been inseparable since that wonderful evening. They walked hand in hand, arm in arm and thoroughly enjoyed every minute they had together.



Jack and Tom had the plane ready and waiting for boarding as they arrived at the airport. When the luggage was stowed, the plane hit the taxiway heading back to the mainland. Cherry smiled and couldn’t help but think that this truly was the only way to fly. Take off was fast and smooth.



The intercom chimed and tom was heard, “Welcome and thank you for flying Climax Airways. We will be flying at 32,000 feet at a speed of 600 miles per hour. No one, I repeat, no one will get off this jet until every one of us gets off at least once. If you are not a member of the Mile High Club, you will be by the time we get back to the mainland. I repeat, each of us. That includes the two cocksuckers flying this piece of tin. Sit back, get naked and enjoy your flight.”



The entire plane erupted in laughter.



“They let those two fly fighter jets?” Rashad yelled to Mark.



“So they tell me. I’m just not too sure which Air Force they flew for.”



The intercom chimed again, “We’ll have you know, we flew for the Royal Botswana Reserve Air Farce…oh I meant Air Force. That is where we learned to love big black cock too. Sorry ladies, you aren’t the only ones on this flight who loves chocolate. So get up here and feed your pilots.”



Chris took his shoe off and threw it at the cabin door. “In your fucking dreams white boys!”



“I’ve never had so much fun in my entire life Mark, I mean that. This has been the best of the best. Thank you so much,” Cherry said as she kissed him deeply.



The intercom chimed in once more, “Attention you horny fucks, they’re at it again.”



“How the hell…?” Cherry laughed.



“In-flight video of the cabin. They can see what is happening back here. They do make long flights interesting,” Mark smiled.



The intercom chimed one more time. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, we heard that. Someone has to get this show on the road.” The cabin stereo came on full blast and Baditude began to blare.



Cherry just couldn’t help herself. She kissed Mark and began to dance. It didn’t take long before she had everyone naked and she headed into the cockpit.



Michelle looked at Mark and he was laughing hard and nodding his head. Michelle walked over and hit a switch and a wall panel slid away. She flipped a switch inside and the cockpit came up on the flat screen TV’s in the cabin.



“They have no idea Mark had this installed. This should be good,” Michelle laughed.



Cherry danced into the cockpit, grabbed Jack’s face, and shoved it between her breasts. There was loud hollering from the cabin as she wiggled her ass onto Tom’s shoulder. He flipped a switch and put the plane on autopilot. He turned in his seat and began to kiss her ass while Cherry was stripping Jack’s uniform from his body. She stood him up and dropped his slacks. Jack kicked off his shoes, socks and slacks. He stood naked in front of Cherry’s sculptured tits as they caressed his quickly standing cock.



Tom stood and lost his uniform quickly. Cherry’s tits were caressing Jack’s hard cock. She held them tight and he began to tit-fuck her. Tom’s cock slid between her cheeks; he entered her, thrusting wildly. Little did they know they were being broadcast throughout the entire cabin?



Cherry took Jack’s cock and began to lick the head wetly. Her mouth closed over him and she swallowed him completely. He drove his cock into her wet mouth and she began to suck him noisily. Tom was fucking her hard and fast. She felt her body give way and she began to cum. Tom was pounding her pussy and Jack was deep in her throat. Cherry was cumming and soon, both pilots began to feel the deep sensations that were boiling up in their balls.



Tom dug his hands onto her hips and started fiercely slamming his cock into her clenched, wet cunt. His legs began to shake and he felt the cum begin to flow. His hips became a blur and his balls rose. His cock spit spurt after spurt of his hot sweet cum that flooded her spasming pussy deeply.



Jack’s cock loved her sweet, wet mouth and as he began to cum, Cherry sucked him hard, pulling every drop of cum from his strong loins. He tasted fresh, sweet and salty as she swallowed every drop.



Cherry kissed both and danced back into the cabin. There were hoots and hollers as she returned. Everyone was pointing at the TV and saw Jack take Tom in his mouth and lick his cock clean. Cherry looked at Mark who, by this time, had lost his cock somewhere in Diane’s sweet dark face. Cherry saw the laughter in his eyes and she leaned over and kissed him.



“Suck him good darling. Just leave some of him for me, it is a long flight home,” she cooed to Diane. She looked around and everyone was doing everyone.



Aleka was riding Jamal’s heavy cock and she shouted to Cherry, “I just joined the club. I can finally say I am a member, yippee.”



Cherry sat down and kissed Mark deeply while Diane continued to slide his long, white cock past her deep brown lips. Her angelic face atop her drop-dead gorgeous body looked as perfect as possible while she took him into her mouth. Mark’s cock appeared and disappeared quickly as Diane loved him fully and deeply.



Mark held Cherry and their lips felt wonderful as they kissed softly. He held her, touched her and kissed her passionately. Diane climbed on Mark’s lap and slid him into her screaming hot twat. Diane turned and kissed Cherry and then Mark. Cherry leaned over, took her breast in her mouth, and began to lick her nipple softly. Mark took the other in his mouth and did the same thing. Diane began to ride Mark’s cock wildly. Cherry dropped her hand onto Diane’s hard clit and began to flick it as she fucked Mark passionately.



The sound of Lori gurgling an undetermined load of cum down her throat spiked Diane’s hungry pussy into a rhythm that was insanely intense. Her slender hips began to grind onto Mark furiously. Her perfect ass was circling his cock and her moans became loud. Cherry bit her nipple and apparently, so did Mark.



Diane started to flood Mark’s cock with an lovely flow of passion. She pushed her tits into their lips and came again. Her pussy felt like an inferno. Mark grabbed her hips with his strong hands. He arched his back and licked her nipple as he came into this gorgeous ebony woman. Her pussy grabbed his spurting cock and she held him tight. Every spurt flooded her womb with his desire. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Her body was coming and her spasms were milking him totally. She kissed him, she kissed Cherry and she sat on him while he softened inside her.



“You have one fucking hell of a man Cherry. Ohmigod girl, you are so lucky.” Her pussy came one last time and she gripped his firm but softening cock greedily, not wanting to let it go.



She lifted herself from his cock and Cherry turned her around and sat her on the seat. She knelt and lifted her legs wide. Cherry wanted that prize and she began to lick Mark’s cum from Diane’s hot pussy. Mark had delivered a lovely load and Cherry’s tongue began to lick every part of her pussy and deep into her suede shaft.



Diane was kissing Mark while he caressed her beautiful breasts. Cherry’s tongue dug deeply, licking and sucking Mark’s cream from Diane’s precious pussy. Cherry began to lick her lovely clit and Diane began to cum. Cherry dropped her lips and sucked his cum from her pussy. She licked her clit again causing Diane to begin to cum repeatedly. Cherry loved it and she licked and sucked until Diane was devoid of Mark’s sweet cum.



The intercom chimed and singing was heard, “Da da, da da dat, dat, Ohhhhhh, I’m flying in the nude, being blown by a dude, yippee, yippee, yippee, kai, eh.”



“Did we ever drug test those two Bozos,” Mark tried to yell but he was laughing too hard.



“You told me to get pilots, you never said one fucking thing about them being sane,” Michelle burst out laughing.



Mark picked up the intercom phone. “Get your naked butts out her right now.”



The cockpit door opened and two grinning men sporting hardons walked out of the cabin. Mark waved them over. He turned them around and hit the remote control. Their antics had been recorded and he replayed the entire scenes for them.



Everyone was laughing and giggling including Cherry, even though her antics were on that screen as well.



“Hey boss, were on vacation too. What can we tell you?”



“White cock, I want more white cock!” yelled Lori.



“Me too,” giggled Diane.



“Good, go for it girls, I want all the black cock I can get,” smirked Michelle.



Mark grabbed Cherry by the hand and walked her into the cockpit. He sat down and motioned for her to sit in the other pilots’ chair. He grabbed the yoke and took the plane off autopilot.



“Do you know how to fly this thing?” Cherry asked.



“I sure do. I’ve been flying almost as long as I have been driving. Do you want to fly the plane dear?”



“You’re insane Mr. Banner. You’re fucking insane. You want to die?”



“It’s not hard hon, this is a Gulfstream. Just take the yoke and hold it level.” He pointed to the horizon bubble and explained that she had to keep the wings level by keeping them on the horizon line.



Cherry did and was in awe of the fact that she was flying the plane and not only that; she was flying the plane in the nude. Mark saw that she was doing fine and he stood up and walked out of the cockpit and into the cabin. The plane lurched as she turned to see where the hell he was going.



He walked into the cabin and the shocked looks on both pilots faces was priceless. They knew they were not on autopilot. They also knew Cherry was flying the plane.



Mark walked to the bar, poured two Snakebites and walked back into the cockpit. Michelle turned up the cockpit audio quickly.



“You ever do that to me again and I’ll bite your dick right off. What were you thinking? I don’t know what I’m doing.”



Mark bent over and kissed her. The plane lurched again. He handed her the drink and started to lick her nipple. The plane was lurching. Cherry was over correcting the plane almost losing control.



The cabin intercom came on in the cockpit and Rashad’s voice was heard over the intercom. “We apologize for the turbulence but that is what you get when three huge black cocks come in Michelle’s pussy, ass and throat at once! If we promise to take it easy on her, do you think it will be a smoother flight?”



Cherry picked up the microphone, “Bitch, that’s my job!”



“Not anymore my lovely, I’m claiming them for myself. I love black cock…Oh I definitely do! More boys, Michelle wants more!”



“Guess you’re stuck with me, huh?” Mark smiled at the sexiest butt naked pilot he had ever seen.



Cherry’s eyes were bright, her smile wide and her heart was pounding as she looked at this wonderful man. “Only if you’re happy being stuck with me.”



Jack and Tom came back into the cockpit. Jack looked at their coordinates and said, “We have two hours before we land in LA boss.”



Mark took Cherry’s hand, left the cockpit, and headed to the bedroom. On the way, he refreshed their drinks and smiled at the naked sexual Olympics going on in the cabin.



It was like a scene from Airplane as they walked past Michelle who was wide-eyed and grinning, “Cock, black cock, Oh fuck! I’m addicted, I am definitely addicted.”



Mark and Cherry burst out laughing and closed the door.



Cherry turned into Mark’s arms as the door closed. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She pushed him against the wall and sank to her knees. Her tiny hand took his strong cock and held it tight to his stomach and she began to lick and suck his substantial balls. Her wet mouth worked magic and she rolled his ball in her tongue. Cherry used one slender finger and softly caressed the underside of his cock as her lips and tongue teased his balls.



Her tongue began to travel and she rose along that soft highway slowly and sensuously. Her hot, wet lips loved the velvet smoothness as she traveled to the top of the road. She licked the ridge at the top and swirled her tongue deliciously around the crown. The crown jewel, large, clear and so slippery sat atop and Cherry would not be denied. Her lips closed over that precious gem and the sweet taste coated her lips and tongue completely.



She released her finger from the tip and looked into Mark’s blue eyes. He went to move and she shoved him back into the bulkhead hard once again. She wanted him to do nothing but enjoy. Her eyes were locked with his and he watched as her tender lips curled over the broad tip of his cock. He felt the wonderful love as he slid into her warm mouth.



Cherry wanted to please her man completely. Her face slid onto his hard shaft and she licked and sucked him with abandon. She felt every bit of his wonderful cock and it thrilled her beyond comprehension. Her tongue teased him and she wanted to taste every drop of his being as her motions increased. She filled her mouth with his meat and felt him at the entrance to her throat. She pushed forward and he filled her completely. She loved the sensations as she moved him in and out of her tight throat.



Her pussy was flowing freely as she looked up into his smiling face. She began to suck and he began to quake. His stomach flattened tightly and his legs began to quiver. His balls began to rise and she felt him swell in her mouth. Her lips felt him fill and he fought the flow but she was relentless.



Mark sighed and the rushing torrent of his hot, sweet cum began to scream through his shaft and into her mouth. He was pumping her mouth and she was licking and swallowing him completely. Her fingers traveled up his body. She began to tweak his nipples as his cock unloaded his cum into her sweet lips. She coaxed more cum, sucking furiously and relishing the sweet taste and power of his massive orgasm. Her tongue stroked him, teased him and loved him completely.



Cherry cleaned him and dragged his gasping body to the bed. She threw him down and climbed on top. His hard shaft stood tall as she lowered her body onto him. Mark felt her sweet wet walls as her pussy inhaled his cock. He watched as her magnificent body began to grind deliciously. She felt so warm and surprisingly tight considering the sexual antics she had participated in over the last ten days. Her perfect breasts rose and fell and her long black hair brushed her jeweled nipples perfectly. Mark ran his hands along the sides of her tender body. He felt himself tear up at the vision of perfection he saw before him. Cherry was perfect, lovely and the best thing to come into his life.



She leaned forward and he felt her breasts on his flesh. Her hands held his face while she kissed him tenderly. Her body craved him and commanded him to love her and to own her heart. Her face nestled against his cheek. Her hips rode him sweetly and lovingly. She felt his hands holding her ass as he filled her lovingly. Cherry kissed Mark’s neck; her breath was warm and tantalizing. He stroked into her deeper and she moaned loudly. His pace quickened and he felt her grip him stronger. She held onto his cock with each successive thrust never wanting to let it go.



Their lips met as his strokes became harder and faster. He slid deeper and quicker. She inhaled as her body began to tense. His hips rose to meet hers and their burning passions exploded as wave after wave of total bliss washed over them.

Cherry collapsed onto his chest and her black hair splayed over his shoulders. She felt his heart pounding against her breast and she sighed softly. His hands caressed her back and the tenderness of his touch thrilled her. She raised her head and their lips touched. The sensuousness of that one kiss astonished her. His deep blue eyes were dancing as she gazed into them.



“Mark, you scare me. You, more than anyone, know I can’t handle love. I’ve never been able to. I screw it up every single time. Maybe I’ve never known what love is until now. I know I feel different this time. I don’t want to hurt you, I am just afraid I will.”



“You keep telling me you’re broken. I don’t accept that. God knows I am not an expert. I see things from a different perspective. What I see is a woman who is afraid to trust anyone and is completely frightened of love. That is not broken, just misguided. I believe with all my heart that there never can be love without trust. If you learn to trust then love will flow to and from you.”



“I do trust you; I just know what I’m like. I lash out and run away. I don’t want to run away this time. I don’t even understand me. I can’t expect you to. If I do what I’ve always done, just know it isn’t you I’m running away from, it is me. My history is so bad. You know that. I’ve told you repeatedly and yet, you still want me. I don’t understand. You can have any woman you want. Why do you want me?”



“It is an antiquated concept that you will never understand. You won’t understand it because you don’t believe in it. Just know I do. Now, kiss me gorgeous. I don’t want you to run away either.” Mark rolled her onto her back and kissed her lovely neck. He straddled her tiny body and began to tickle her unmercifully. She tried to nip at his hand but he pulled it away. He was relentless and she was laughing and flinching as he kept it up.



“I’m going to make you pay Mr. Banner. Just let me up and you’ll see. I am not about to let you get away with this. Tickle me again and you die!” she giggled.



Mark slid his legs between hers and kissed her jabbering lips. She wasn’t quick enough. He pulled his lips away as she snapped her pearly whites at him. He kissed her neck and she cooed. His tongue graced each nipple as he slid his face between her tender thighs. Mark looked into her dark eyes and kissed her thigh sweetly.



He heard her coo as his lips parted hers and his tongue began to taste her yet again. His hands gently parted her, revealing the pinkest, sweetest cradle of love he knew. His tongue glided along her valley and into the river of honey that was there. Mark’s tongue drove her wild and he loved hearing her soft, sensuous moans as he licked her.



His mouth closed over her hard protruding clit. He began softly stroking her. Her hips began to move under his tongue. Mark brought his hands up her tight, carved belly and he cupped her breasts in his palms. His wet cheeks slid along her inner thighs as he teased her deliciously.



Cherry’s moans were increasing and her hips were pushing upwards onto his face. His momentum never varied. Her body craved the release she had just discovered he was capable of bringing and she wanted everything this man could give to her. Her voice became louder and her hips flared as she felt the beginning of a terrific orgasm building. His magical tongue kept on and she wrapped her legs around his neck. Her back arched and she began to come.



“Oh Mark this feel so good. Baby, baby, please don’t stop. I’m coming Mark, darling, I’m coming baby. Oh yes!”



Mark smiled into the soft wet folds and his mouth continued its erotic motions. She began to come again and this one was harder than the last. He didn’t stop and she began to fly off the mattress onto his face. He rode her hips and never stopped. Orgasm after orgasm built, each stronger and longer than the last. Her body was wrapped in total bliss and he would not quit. His hands squeezed her breasts and she came at that simple touch. His mouth worked and the miracle of the next orgasm took her breath away. Her legs were vibrating, toes curled, back arched and her body was streaming cum into and onto Mark’s handsome face.



Cherry grabbed his head and she rode him in ways she never knew possible. This man astonished her every single time, pleasing her in ways she never knew existed. Yes, he frightens me!



This gorgeous creature had stolen his heart in ways he never thought either. The committed bachelor, the man who dates models and actresses had fallen for this woman.



Cherry could not stop coming and she crashed her sweet pussy into Mark’s face furiously as wave after wave of cum washed over him. He licked, sucked and swallowed and her flow was unending. Her body pulsed and the river of love was delicious. Her beet red flesh panted wildly and she gripped the edge of the mattress. One final massive orgasm took complete control of every nerve in her body. She gushed; she sprayed and streamed yet again as Mark’s face brought her more satisfaction than she ever thought possible.



Mark slid up her body and his wonderful organ slipped into her tenderly. Her eyes were trying to focus while she fought for breath.



“You do things to me no one ever has. I don’t know how but you do,” she gasped as he kissed her softly.



Cherry rolled him over onto his side and threw one leg over his. Her head rested on his chest and she closed her eyes. The feel of his hard cock filled her wonderfully. He did not move, he just let her rest while kissing her forehead gently. She purred into his chest as his hands slid along her back thrilling her.



Mark began to flex his shaft and it began to press into her sponge softly and seductively. With each flex, she moaned sweetly. She was quietly lying next to him as the head of his talented cock pressed against her G-Spot repeatedly.



“God, that feels so good.”



He continued and she moaned louder and deeper. His athletic body controlled his movement and he picked up the pace.



“Oh, Yes Mark, Oh, Yes.”



Cherry pushed her hips tight against his and he continued.



“I love this Mark, don’t stop. I’m going to cum baby”



Mark felt her tighten as he moved. Her strong muscles hugged him and he drove into her harder.



“I’m coming baby, I’m coming!”



Mark felt her body begin to spasm and he moved at a practiced pace as she clamped down and began to squirm on his hardness. She bit his neck. Her hips began to scream in pure pleasure. Her body rode him hard. She came again. Mark turned her over and began to stroke her tight, hot pussy steadily as she continued to come. He stroked and she came again. His hips picked up speed and she came again. Her back arched off the bed; she came harder. Mark dove deeper and his hips moved into her faster and stronger and she came again. Mark felt her nails dig into his butt as she pulled him into her.



“This is perfect Mark. Love me my darling; fuck me so sweetly. I’m yours forever. I’m going to cum again darling.”



Mark sank into her fully. She felt him push at her cervix and she came harder and louder. He stroked and she was lost in the lust. Her body was screaming and her pussy was drenched around him. She could not get enough of this man.



Mark felt himself building and he looked into her glazed eyes. The lovely, wonderful woman who was beneath him cried out for him to fill her with his love. His powerful strokes drove into her deliciously as he felt his own release build. She sensed it and together their bodies flew into a rage of raw savage sexual release. He felt her legs wrap tight around his waist and she demanded every drop he had to offer. He felt her clamp onto him as wave after wave of hot cum flew into her. She screamed and came again. Their union was one and their pleasure was enormous.



Mark collapsed beside her gasping for his own breath. His smile was broad and caring.



The cockpit intercom chimed and Jack’s voice informed Mark that they would be landing in LA in twenty minutes. They laughed, kissed and left the bedroom. Their clothes were out in the orgy section of the Gulfstream. Both of them burst out laughing when they saw Michelle. She was airtight on three massive black cocks and she had no intention of stopping.



“Bitch!” Cherry laughed as she walked past the insatiable slut.



Aleka, Diane and Lori were grinning.



“Don’t be mad at her Cherry, she is just the last in line for that. I’d never done it so I was first,” Aleka blushed.



“Honey, I’m teasing her. She knows that.”



Everyone eventually dressed and prepared to deplane while Tom and Jack refueled. The landing was smooth and Aleka collected her luggage from the plane. They decided to grab some lunch and they all walked arm-in-arm through the terminal.



“Mark, this has been the perfect vacation. Thank you so much. It’s funny, I grew up in the islands and yet, I had more fun in the last ten days than at any time I can remember,” Aleka smiled.



“You’ve also had more sex than any other time too,” he quipped.



“Yes my darling, you know that’s true. Cherry, you better hold on to him or I’ll be beating a path to his door.” Aleka kissed Rashad, Chris and Jamal, hugged Michelle and Diane. She turned to Lori, “Get those contracts ready girlfriend. I’ll be in Vegas at the end of the month to sign them. I want to be number two on the shove it up Dave Trainer’s ass list.”



They watched as her limo drove off. Mark’s cell rang and it was Tom telling them the plane was refueled and awaiting their return.



Mark poured drinks and discovered that no one was in a total rush to get home. It was decided that everyone would stay at Mark’s tonight. Cherry had a photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow morning and then she was flying home. Diane had to go to New York and Mark would just take the guys to their cities on the way. He had some business that needed his attention in the Big Apple anyway. That way they could all enjoy some of Vegas’ nightlife and continue the party one more night.



Michelle made dinner reservations at Emeril’s New Orleans Fish House at the Venetian. She also made reservations for MGM Grand’s Crazy Horse Paris Show. Mark said it was something he wanted to see.



“We’ll finish the night at The Playboy Club and Moon over at the Palms. It should be a good night.” Michelle turned to Mark, “You do know where your key is, don’t you.”



“Yeah, I have it. I don’t need it. We know everyone there. Call ahead and let George know we’re coming in tonight. Tell him to join us for a few drinks. I haven’t seen him in a while. Also, see if Joe is in town. If he is, I want to talk to him about the potential move of the Kings. I can enjoy the evening and find out if we have anything to worry about. We have several of their players under contract.”



“George will be all over the girls like white on rice,” she laughed.



“Hey, it’s his hotel. He always pulls it off with style.”



“He definitely does that,” Michelle smiled.



The flight from LA to Vegas didn’t take long. Jack set the plane down without the slightest bump. Jackson met them and they were back at the Towers in no time.



Cherry’s and Mark’s luggage were taken to the top floor. Mark had a few messages to return and Cherry decided to take a good look at his apartment. She had only briefly seen it her first night here and it was something that was positively breathtaking.



She wandered the place and everywhere she looked, she saw luxury. The living room was massive and was filled with the finest furniture imaginable. Everything was comfortable and the colors were perfectly coordinated. She didn’t know who had decorated this place but she somehow knew it wasn’t Mark. The artwork was impressive even though she had no idea who the artists were.



She walked into his media room and saw an entire wall filled with flat panel TV’s. Mark could watch every football game at once. It was definitely the ultimate man cave.



She had always teased him when he said he loved to cook but his kitchen was unlike anything she had ever seen. It was gorgeous and filled with every appliance you could imagine. He even had a walk in freezer and refrigerator. This definitely impressed her.



She had not seen four additional bedroom suites before. Each one was beautiful. The place was simply magnificent.



Cherry walked to the bar and poured herself a Cuba Libre and one for Mark. She heard him coming as she took the drinks out onto the expansive patio. She turned, smiled and handed him his drink. She looked out across the expansive view of Las Vegas as the city lights were just beginning to come to life.



“It really is a gorgeous city isn’t it. What a view.” Cherry looked from the strip over towards Industrial. What does it say on that big white building?”



Mark laughed, “It says Sapphires hon. It isn’t my favorite strip club but it is the largest. I’m told it is the largest in square footage. It is convenient. They serve good food for lunch.”



“Convenient? With the kitchen you have here, I’m surprised you would eat out at all.”



“Do you see that building next to Sapphires? My offices are in that building. So yes, Sapphires is convenient.”



“What floor is your office on?”



“My office is on the tenth floor. Michelle has her office up there and Lori’s will be too. My office manager Diane has her office on the ninth floor. We call her Dee Dee. Floors six through nine house the legal and support staff for the existing clients. The fifth floor is the law library. The rest of the building is empty. I’ll need that space for Lori’s new division. She is going to be very busy.”



“It is going to be expensive renting the entire building. I know Lori will bring in a lot of business,” Cherry smiled.



“I don’t rent the building Cherry, I built it. I had been planning on expansion for a long time. I just never thought I would get someone as qualified as Lori to head it up. It is weird how fate just makes things happen at time.”



Cherry turned and kissed him. “You could say that again.” She held his hand as they sipped their drink.



“We had better get ready. It is going to be a fun night. I’m hungry and Emeril’s food is to die for. Do you ever watch him on TV?”



“He’s funny. I am not a cook. I never took the time to learn.”



Mark laughed, “Then it is a good thing I did, huh?”



They met everyone downstairs and headed to the elevators. Mark threw Chris the keys to the Lamborghini and the keys to the Maybach hit Rashad in the chest. Mark took Cherry’s hand and walked her to the Little Deuce Coupe. The smile on his face was huge as he settled her into his favorite car. The roar from the twin exhausts on the custom built 427 Chevy engine was deafening in the confines of the garage. Mark was laughing as he headed out into the Vegas night air.



“We’ll cruise the strip later but I know how you want people to stare. Well baby, they will be staring at you tonight. They will look at the car and then they will see you and then they will forget about the car totally. I’ll be the envy of Vegas once again.” He was laughing as they pulled into the Venetian.



Dinner and later the show at the MGM were spectacular. Everything about Vegas is big and when they do something, they really do it. The Crazy Horse Show was Paris personified. It was sexy and definitely lived up to its reputation.



The caravan pulled into the Palms and the valet pointed to three spaces that had been reserved for Mark right at the door.



“Mr. Banner, it is nice to see you again,” he said.



“Hi Jimmy, take good care of these for me please.”



“We always take care of you sir,” the valley grinned as he opened the door of the coupe for Cherry.



They took the elevator to the Playboy Club. They were greeted by a gorgeous voluptuous woman, “Hello Mark, how was Hawaii?



“Hi Ginger, we had a great time. You would have loved it. This is my friend Cherry.”



“Oh we know Cherry. She is Miss 36-23-40! We all saw her photo from the Pro Bowl the next day. As a matter of fact, that photo is up on the dressing room mirror.”



“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Cherry blurted.



“Seriously, I’ll show you if you want to see it. You’ve got the number one catch in Vegas girl, we’re all very jealous.”



Mark’s party was taken to the Fireplace Lounge. It is the VIP section of the club and is simply stunning. Drinks flowed and the laughter was loud. Jamal and Rashad went to play some blackjack and Lori and Diane hit the Roulette table. Michelle, Chris, Mark and Cherry sat and watched the action and just soaked up the ambiance.



Ginger came back and handed the press clipping to Cherry. There she was, in living color, wearing that sexy jersey. Mark looked at it and laughed. Chris looked and grinned broadly.



“What are you laughing at Chris? Every woman in this place wants hers too. Don’t think you’re the only one getting this message Mister. Rashad and Jamal are sitting at Candy’s blackjack table. They may lose their shirts,” Ginger giggled.



“We are screwed.” Chris looked at Mark for help but none was forthcoming.



“Do you guys know all these women?” Cherry asked Chris.



“Sure we do. They are all regulars at Mark’s parties. You haven’t seen a party until you’ve seen the third floor full of naked fucking people. Up to now, all you’ve seen are dress rehearsals.” Michelle smiled.



Michelle and Mark burst out laughing.



Mark’s eyes were dancing as he spoke, “Don’t worry Cherry, the parties are all scheduled around times when no one is working. I’ll send Tom and Jack to get you no matter where you are in the world. You don’t want to miss any of these parties. They definitely are more fun than even you can imagine.”



“I can’t wait. When is the next one?”



“The Valentines Day Bash will be the next one. There are usually two hundred or more people attending. It starts on Friday evening and goes all weekend. All the dancers from Crazy Horse II and Sapphires will be there. Quite a few of the entertainers and of course, the showgirls all show up. It is fun. This year should be even better with the new division. Lori will be busy as now; we should have some of the top fashion models attending too.”



“What about the athletes,” Cherry asked.



“Well, remember back in Hawaii, we told you we have ‘friends’ and we have ‘clients’. Our friends will be attending. Don’t worry darling, there will be enough black cock to go around,” Marked winked as he spoke.



“There had better be. I seem to have lost one already.” She poked Chris in the ribs and glared at Michelle.



“Baby, he was mine before you ever met him,” Michelle said, ducking behind Mark’s broad shoulders.



“That is not exactly accurate Cherry,” Ginger smiled as she brought new drinks over to the table. “Every woman in this place claimed these three gorgeous hunks of men a long time ago.”



Yeah, but I know you haven’t known them the way I have.



Lori and Diane were dragging Rashad and Jamal from the blackjack table. “Come on, let’s dance.”



They took the elevator down to Moon. The door opened into the VIP area and they were immediately seated. The place was, packed with the sexiest women and hottest men in Vegas. Cherry led the way as they went down the spiral staircase to the dance floor. The music was getting to her. She danced for a living; music was her aphrodisiac.



She pulled Mark onto the dance floor and was astonished at the moves this man had. He not only could dance, he could dance well. This handsome, sexy man looked like he owned the dance floor and the two of them were amazing to watch. Cherry drew a crowd just standing in a room but put her on the dance floor and she ruled. Her body was amazing, her clothes were exquisite but her dancing was beyond description. Every man and woman in the place wanted to be with her. Mark smiled as he caught the glances everywhere he looked.



The more they looked, the hotter she danced. Cherry was always aware of the eyes that starred at her. It was, after all, what she lived for. She danced into Mark and began to crawl up his body. Her hands caressed him and her breasts crushed his chest. She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply while her body undulated against his. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him tight as her ass vibrated her body against his hardening cock. She began to slide down his body and her short skirt began to ride up her fantastic legs. Her perfect ass was on display as she pseudo-sucked him on the dance floor. Her hands trailed his body and he danced to heighten the effect. The song ended and the crowd applauded wildly. Mark grabbed Cherry and they left the dance floor giggling wildly.

It was Saturday evening. Eric Collins drove down a street lined with rundown houses and closed stores. Garbage was up and down the sidewalks. He parked his car in an empty parking lot. The few other cars were mostly abandoned and gutted.



Looking nervously around, he walked to a seedy building nearby. A neon marquee sign with interchangeable letters greeted him from above the entrance. It gave the building the look of an old movie theatre. Only, this wasn’t a movie theatre but a strip club instead.



In big bold letters, the sign read:



THE RED ROSE CLUB

LIVE ‘N’ LOADED

SATURDAY STAR SHOW



Eric had never been to this sleazy club. He hadn’t even driven through this dirty part of town before. Until recently, he had never heard of the club. And now that he was standing in front of it, the strip joint didn’t look invitingly at all.



His interest had been piqued last week when one of his buddies from work had started chattering about the new ‘Red Rose Whore’.



“That’s one nasty bitch, dude!” he had told Eric over and over again. “You can live out your filthiest fantasies with that kinky whore!”



“She’s called Queeny Ho and she’s definitely the queen of hoes in town! She’s down for everything, man! And I mean EVERTHING!” he had continued gushing about this particular hooker nonstop.



After a full week of listening to his buddy raving about the smoking hot whore, Eric had finally gotten convinced to visit the club. So here he was – an average Joe about to enter a seedy strip joint in the town’s sleazy redlight district for the first time in his life.



Heading inside, Eric went down a short, dark hallway before stepping into the main room. It was a large area with a main stage at one end and two smaller stages at the corners of the opposite side. In between those stages, a seating area with a wide range of tables and chairs was located.



A platinum blonde bimbo was dancing in the spotlight of the main stage giving a strip show. As it was pretty early on a Saturday evening, the club wasn’t packed yet. Despite the dim light, Eric was able to notice that there were two different kinds of guests present. A couple of men looked like regulars chatting with the barkeeper or the waitresses while most guests appeared to be some kind of fanboys. They were easy to identify as they were either holding a camera or a photo of the blonde stripper. Remembering the large poster at the club entrance, Eric figured that the blonde bimbo had to be a famous pornstar feature dancing at the club.



He took a seat next to a regular. It was an older guy with a receding hairline. Looking at the main stage, something else caught Eric’s attention. In front of it, a woman was kneeling on the ground. She had long, jet, dark red hair that flowed down her shoulders and an incredible pair of perfectly shaped, firm D-cup tits. This had to be Queeny Ho. The ‘Red Rose Whore’ his buddy had been raving about.



And his pal had been telling the truth. She looked ravishing with the face of a supermodel and the full-figured, curvy body of a Playboy bunny. She was definitely way too hot to be working as a low, cheap hooker in such a seedy club.



Even more surprising than the whore’s striking beauty was the scene happening right in front of his eyes. He had been expecting a lot of different things but none of that came even close to what he was seeing.



The ‘Red Rose Whore’ was completely naked except for a pair of black fencenet stockings and pink vinyl platform ankle boots. Instead of a dress, she was wearing a leather collar around her neck. A silver chain was attached to the front hook of the collar. The chain hung down the whore’s front, ran though her legs and was tied behind her back to the strip pole in the middle of the main stage.



It wasn’t simply a leash though. It looked more like an accessory cladding the ginger slut – an incredibly obscene accessory. The silver chain didn’t end at the collar. Instead, it was threaded through the hook and split in two parts. Each part was attached to one of the slut’s silver tit rings and extended down to her silver labia rings. Each part then ran through a cunt ring from the outside and got linked back together in the middle right above her pussy. This way, the leash was one long single chain attached to all four rings in a diamond form. If the leash got pulled, it caused a chain reaction pulling on all four rings concurrently.



As the leash was rather short, it pulled the whore’s cunt rings up spreading her twat open and invitingly exposing her tender, pink pussy flesh. At the same time, it pushed her big, juicy funbags up to her chin making them stand up firmly.



In addition to this fetish attire, her arms were cuffed behind her back and some words were written over her forehead and belly with red lipstick. On her forehead, Eric could make out the words:



‘CUM DUMP’



All over her belly, the service on sale was advertised:



ROCK-BOTTOM WHORE – ROCK-BOTTOM PRICE



FUCK ANY HOLES – DECIDE ABOUT THE PRICE



Eric couldn’t believe his eyes. This was the filthiest, most debauched scene he had ever witnessed. On one hand, Queeny Ho looked like a scorching hot glamour model. On the other hand, she was dressed up like a will-less slave.



Looking at the submissive figure in front of the stage was enough to bring Eric’s cock to live. In a heartbeat his dick was erect. Thus, it only shocked him the more that no one else paid any attention to the ravishing slut. None of the guys seemed to give a shit about her. Instead, they rather watched the strip show although the dance routine seemed to be more than lame.



Leaning over to his old table neighbour, he asked.



“Why is no one using that leashed whore?”



“Hehehe!” the old guy responded with some hoarse laughter.



“Nailed that piece of fuckmeat just yesterday!” he explained. “She’s a great fuck but she’s the daily whore in here. You can tap that ass any day.”



“Look at that blond bitch!” he continued pointing at the stripper on the main stage. “She’s today’s special star. A real pornstar! Got all her videos! Jerked off to her countless times!



“Maybe, I can get a piece of that ass later when the strip show’s over. Better save my cream for some fresh ass! I can nail the ‘Red Rose Whore’ any day again.” he concluded.



For a moment, Eric was taken aback by the blunt explanation of the club regular. But obviously, the old geezer wasn’t alone with his opinion. Apparently, all the regulars had already vented their lust on all of her fuckholes extensively. Now, they had gotten used to the ‘Red Rose Whore’ and were back on the hunt for some fresh meat. The fanboys on the other hand only had eyes for their favourite pornstar anyways.



This impression got confirmed by the ongoing action. While Eric had been talking with the old regular, Queeny Ho had gotten into motion. With her arms cuffed behind her back, she had crawled over to the first guy in line on her knees. In the process, she had to drag on the leash and the chain came into full effect.



With her back arched, the chain stretched her massive D-cup tits further upwards causing her full, ripe melons to bulge out from her chest to the effect that they got pressed up against her chin in an obscene display. The chain also pushed her piss flaps further up opening her pussyhole wide and showing off her pink fuck tunnel. As the leash hung down from the collar hook and ran through her legs, the chain was firmly pressed against her open, unprotected pussy flesh.



The first man the ginger whore reached was a fat guy sweating heavily. He was busy taking pictures of the blonde stripper. Kneeling in front of him, the leashed hooker asked.



“Please sir, may this fuckdoll serve you as a cum dump?”



At first, the guy didn’t react not even noticing the whore’s presence. She had to repeat her degrading plead one more time before he responded. With an annoyed expression on his face, the fat ugly guy lowered his camera and gave the kneeling whore a look-over.



“Can’t you see I’m busy, dim-witted bitch?” he shot back with a harsh voice before shooing the leashed hooker away.



Eric could hear the ‘Red Rose Whore’ whimpering in response to the fat guy’s mean reaction. With her head hanging down, she quickly crawled over to the next guy. As the first row was crowded with fanboys, she didn’t have any luck though. She got shooed away by all the guys.



Listening to such a gorgeous beauty begging to be used as nothing more than a cum dumpster and seeing her getting rejected by sleazy old geezers, fat ugly blokes and average Joe’s seemed incredibly pathetic to Eric. Her reactions clearly told him how humiliating it must feel for the ginger whore. She looked like a whipped dog with his tail between his legs. Still, she continued her degrading hooker march.



The second row was positioned pretty far off the main stage. Crawling there, Queeny Ho’s chain was pulled taut. Her cunt lips and fucktits were stretched out to the maximum and the chain pressed painfully into her soft inner pussy flesh. She was constantly whining and whimpering from the pressure by now.



Still, the leashed hooker pulled on the chain with all her might in an attempt to finally score a john. The way she was tearing on the chain like a dog and grovelling throughout the floor made her look even more pathetic and desperate.



“Please, ouh…, sir ouh…, use this piece of fuckmeat, ouh…, any way you want, ouh!”



By now, her pleading got interrupted by her whimpering. It had such a ridiculous sound to it that it only made the guys laugh about the pitiful whore.



Finally, a man in the second row was gracious enough to take the ‘Red Rose Whore’ up on her offer. But once again, the scene unravelling in front of Eric took him by surprise.



The desperate hooker didn’t get the chance to give the guy a blowjob. Instead, the bloke simply pointed at his feet. Queeny Ho reacted instantly. Eric could see her sticking out her tongue and tentatively starting to lick the instep of the guy’s left shoe.



The bloke gave her a few moments to properly spitshine his shoe. Apparently, the leashed hooker was licking away too slowly though. The bloke wasn’t satisfied with her work so he pushed his right foot up and put it on the back of her head. Standing on her head, he firmly pressed the ginger whore’s mouth onto the instep of his shoe.



This action took the ‘Red Rose Whore’ totally by surprise. She tried to fight back against this crude manhandling. Her legs desperately kicked out to all sides but it was to no avail. She wasn’t strong enough. Instead, it only increased the pressure from his foot on the back of her head.



The guy used his foot to push her head back and forth until the whore had scraped any dirt off his filthy shoe’s instep with her lips and tongue. He was using her mouth as nothing more than a shoeshine rag!



When he was satisfied with the whore’s work, he changed his feet making her lick the right shoe clean as well. This time, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ didn’t protest anymore. Instead, she submissively waited for his foot to press her mouth onto his right foot and guide her lips over the dirty instep.



Meanwhile, the guy pulled out his cock and started jacking off. After a few minutes, he grabbed Queeny Ho’s ginger hair and pushed her face in front of his straining dick. By now, her dark red lipstick had been smeared all over her cheeks. Unceremoniously, he dropped his load straight into her mouth. He didn’t even wait for the whore to swallow his gift before he took out a 10$ bill and threw it onto the ground. His attention was already directed back to the strip show.



As Queeny Hoe’s arms were cuffed behind her back, she had to bend down and pick up the dollar bill with her mouth. She mumbled a ‘Thank you’ before crawling to the next guy.



Eric was shocked once again. 10$ was far less than the price of a simple lap dance in any other strip club. The name ‘Rock-Bottom Whore’ somehow seemed more than justified.



By now, his dick was hard as a rock. The scene was so perverse. He had never seen a woman getting debased any deeper. He had never seen a woman being treated in such a devaluating way. He had never seen a woman degrading herself so willingly either.



The ginger whore had to crawl over to the next guy in line with the bill in her mouth as she couldn’t carry it any other way. The man didn’t even wait for her offer though. Instead, he simply kicked her ass when she stopped in front of him. Queeny Ho almost toppled over and fell onto her face. Just the taut chain stopped her body in a most painful way. Once again, Eric could hear the leashed hooker whimpering as much from the pain as from the utter humiliation.



With her make-up smeared over her face, her tits and pussy lips stretched obscenely wide by the chain and the dollar note in her mouth, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ couldn’t look any more pathetic or ridiculous.



Reaching the third guy in line, she had to spit the bill onto the ground before offering her service. By now, the constant pressure on her nipples and cunt lips gave her face a pained expression. Still, she begged the guy to be used as a cum dump.



The guy had a new task for Queeny Ho. She had to get up onto her feet, squat down and spread her legs wide. Then she had to lean back until her shoulders were on the ground. In this position, she was told to hump the guy’s leg like a dog to make herself cum. She had to pump the air with her hips to get into contact with his calf.



This submissive display gave all guys a good laugh. Eric could see her face taking on the dark red colour of her hair. The shame and embarrassment was burning on her cheeks. Adding insult to injury, the chain was painfully pressed into her tender cunt every time she pressed her pussy against the guy’s leg. Thereby, each hump was accompanied by a pained yelp.



Still, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ humped the leg like a demented sex addict in need of an orgasm. When she finally orgasmed her entire body was drenched in sweat from the effort.



In the meantime, the guy jacked off. Instead of dropping his gooey load of cum into her mouth though, he shot it straight onto the filthy, mucky floor. He added a 10$ bill to the gooey puddle on the ground.



Queeny Hoe couldn’t suppress a disgusted whimper when she bent down. Like a true rock bottom whore, she lapped up the sticky sperm and picked up the two dollar notes with her mouth. The grossed out expression on her face told Eric a distinct story about the state of the filthy floor. The thought alone was enough to make him shake in disgust.



Continuing her hooker march, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ scored one more john. It was one of the regulars. He made her turn around so her ass was in his direction. Then she had to put her face on the ground and stick her ass into the air.



With the leashed hooker helplessly kneeling in front of him, the man pushed his legs up and placed them on her ass. He used her as a simple footrest objectifying her as nothing more than a piece of furniture. Every now and then, he ran the filthy sole of his shoes over her spread open pussy making her twitch from the unexpected touch and groan at the same time. He didn’t stop until he had finished his drink. At least, it earned the ginger whore 5 bucks.



Finally the chain reached its maximum length putting an end to her degrading hooker march. Queeny Ho could pull as much as she wanted, it wouldn’t go any further. By then, her tits and labia had been stretched into new dimensions. Her funbags were stretched so wide, they had taken on the form of cones and looked like rockets ready to blast off.



The last guy in reach for the ‘Red Rose Whore’ was Eric Collins. His cock was pulsating and straining like mad from the perverted show. Before the whore had even offered her service, he had pulled out his dick, grabbed her head and pushed her mouth over his tool.



He was more than ready for the ultimate ‘Red Rose Experience’ and Queeny Ho finally got her mouth used as a proper fuckhole.















It was Saturday evening and Vanessa was kneeling in front of the main stage of the ‘Red Rose Club’. She had just given her first blowjob of the night to a new customer. Until then, this hooking shift had been the worst ever. She had never felt as humiliated before in her life.



She was used to being the center of attention in the ‘Red Rose Club’. During the last week, the new attraction of ‘Queeny Ho – the hot fuckslut’ had proven a goldmine. It had turned the club from a seedy, cheap, unfrequented strip joint into the hottest spot in the redlight district buzzing with guests. Pavone had even decided to turn the House-Specials into regular routines because of their tremendous success.



But weekends were a different case. All the other strip clubs and brothels in the redlight district were staging popular, well-known theme nights. And Pavone’s club was known for its live shows with guest strippers. These guest dancers were pornstars travelling from city to city and strip club to strip club. Most of them were big stars in the adult business their name alone was enough to bring new fans to the ‘Red Rose Club’.



These special theme nights implied that Vanessa got reduced to nothing more than a cum dump. An object, the customers could use for their quick satisfaction while focusing their attention on some popular pornstar.



Getting shunted off was more humiliating than any debasing sex act she had ever been forced to do. It hurt her pride. She was the ‘Red Rose Star’! She was the prettiest whore in town! She deserved to be the star of the weekend shows.



Of course, Pavone hadn’t given a rat’s ass on Vanessa’s opinion. The theme nights were a mainstay of the club and nothing would change that. On Saturdays, the featured pornstar gave a 30 minutes strip show starting each full hour. In between, she was giving autographs to her fans. During the dance shows, Vanessa had to serve as the leashed cum dump while she had to wait tables during the breaks.



Right now, the first dance shift was running. As it was early in the evening, the club was only half-full. Pavone had ordered her to earn at least 50 bucks during each dance shift. As no costumer had approached the ‘Cum Dump’ by themselves, she had been forced to grovel to the guests. It had only earned her 25§ though. So she had been more than happy when the final guy had asked for a blowjob. She had gone to town on his dick like a nympho worshipping it like it was her elixir of life. Fortunately, that guy had enjoyed her cocksucking so much he had paid the missing 25 bucks.



The evening had just started and Vanessa already couldn’t imagine being able to take this utter humiliation for the rest of the night. Kneeling back in front of the main stage, she remembered the way this Saturday had begun. It had gotten off to such a good start …















Friday night, Vanessa hadn’t gotten any sleep. After returning home from the restaurant, her mind had been in overdrive and the thoughts running wild inside her head had kept her on her toes.



Over and over again, the events from the restaurant had replayed in front of her inner eye. The walk of shame through Downtown dressed like a cheap, worthless street hooker with a slut-ad hanging off her tits had been an incredibly embarrassing experience. The introduction of Maria as the new office slut and Vanessa’s defeat in the slut-challenge had been a hard blow to her self-confidence. Connor preferring to fuck Maria using Vanessa as nothing more than the ‘Fluffer-Hoe’ had been extremely humiliating.



But the worst thing of it all had been losing her role as office slut. She had been driven down another peg on the status ladder. In the eyes of Stanton, Miller and Erickson, she was now a low hooker working her ass off in the ‘Red Rose Club’ once and for all.



And they were right. She wasn’t needed as a secretary and neither as the office slut anymore. Her only duty was to put her fuckholes on the chopping block for the quick satisfaction of sleazy lowlifes in order to pay back her contractual penalty.

This realization hit her harder than anything ever before and it mercilessly preyed her mind.



It felt like her entire self-image had been shattered into pieces. She had been the elegant, posh secretary who could twist any guy around her little finger with ease – even getting away with her arrogant ice-queen attitude in the country club. She was a classy secretary with a kinky secret – a classy secretary that lived out her submissive side by serving random men letting them treat her like a dirty, filthy whore.



The experiences of the past months had taught Vanessa that she needed both of her opposing, polar selves to feel complete. And she needed to make sure that she wouldn’t lose one of it.



The events in the restaurant had revealed that she couldn’t rely on Stanton and his lawyers. He had introduced her to the country club and paid her more money than she could have ever earned with her qualifications. But it had been all in return for her service as office slut. The moment she would have paid the entire contractual penalty, she wouldn’t be of any use for him and he would drop her like a hot brick.







During the night, Vanessa had been going through her options and her thoughts had wandered back to her time working as a secretary in the law-office. As she had signed a special contract, Stanton, Miller and Erickson had assumed she would never be able to turn her back on the company. Otherwise, she would have been marked as a whore for life never being able to find a decent job ever again.



Thus, she had worked closely with the three lawyers – like their private secretary. They had assigned her to work on several special deals they hadn’t wanted to involve the other secretaries in. Those deals had been more than risky and very juicy. There was a lot of money flowing and lots of real estate involved.



Of course, all the names of the business partners in the files and documents had been ciphered. But one day working on some papers, Vanessa had accidentally gotten a look into an electronic file that matched the anonymous codes to real names. Vanessa had immediately realized the importance of that file. So she had tried to memorize as many names as possible. Amongst others, Pavone and Connor had been on top of that list. Back then, Vanessa hadn’t recognized those names. But now, she knew these two men too well. Stanton kept this electronic file on an external hard drive which he either locked in his office vault or took home.



Vanessa was completely aware that this knowledge was compromising and highly dangerous for all persons involved. Now that she had lost her status as secretary and her role as queen bee of the country club was in danger, this knowledge came in handy.



She only knew too well that Pavone wouldn’t let her go after she had worked off her fine. Most definitely, he was planning to keep his ‘Red Rose Whore’ in his club as she was making him tons of money.



But the public hotel incident and Stanton’s way of handling the situation told her one thing for sure. The lawyers were more than sensitive about her role as office-slut and they didn’t want to get it publicized under any circumstances. There was no other reason for keeping Mark as her watchdog.



For the moment, she couldn’t use her compromising knowledge about Stanton and Pavone’s deceptive business practices. After all, she was deeply entangled in all of these illegal activities. She had helped them conduct their illegal activities so she was an accomplice.



Still, the knowledge could be more than helpful. She needed to make sure that she wouldn’t be dragged down with all the men and she needed some security against Pavone. She didn’t even care if their activities were uncovered or not. All she wanted was to keep her country club status and financial security.



She couldn’t risk being the one toppling over backwards and taking the fall. Stanton, Pavone and Connor were no persons to mess with easily. So she needed to put some pieces into place before she was on the safe side.



Nevertheless, it felt good to have a plan. But first of all, she needed to find a way to keep up her posh lady-self.







When Vanessa arose from her bed on Saturday morning, there was only one thing on her mind. She couldn’t accept the loss of her ice-queen self. She finally had to realize her eternal goal – becoming a spoilt trophy wife.



She put on an elegant summer dress and headed straight to the country club. She didn’t even bother telling Mark about it. Instead, she immediately called Steve when she left her apartment building. Steve was the young physician she had met in the country club a few times who had taken a real liking to her.



After the severe humiliations of last night, Vanessa needed to be treated like a real lady. And she needed to make sure that she retained access to the exclusive country club. The easiest way was to officially become Steve’s girlfriend and in the long run more than that.



Until then, she would have repaid the contractual fine by working in the ‘Red Rose Club’. Steve would be her ticket away from Pavone and the lawyers. They couldn’t allow other members of the country club to get aware of their shady businesses and Vanessa had to minimize the risk of Steve finding out about her whore past. Thereby, it would be a win-win-situation for all of them. Vanessa would live a posh life keeping her insider information to herself. Pavone and SEP would continue their business practices undisturbed while keeping Vanessa on their radar and her whore past a secret.







The dinner with Steve in the country club went just as Vanessa had hoped for. He treated her like a real princess and the two chatted for a long time. When she had to leave, he invited her to a cocktail party on Sunday. She felt closer to her destiny than ever before. Her life goal of becoming a posh trophy wife felt within reach. Getting invited to these high-class events was the next step on her way into the high society.



Leaving Steve and the country club, Vanessa felt reassured of her lady-self again. The other women in the club still considered her their queen bee. With her knowledge about the connections between SEP, Pavone and Connor this wouldn’t change. She was certain that they wouldn’t risk exposing her. They had too much to lose.



Everything was going smoothly with Steve and soon she wouldn’t need Miller or Stanton any further as her access ticket to the club.







On her way out, she nearly bumped into a security guard. It turned out to be the one fat, middle-aged guard she disliked the most.



Each time that particular guard was on duty, he blatantly devoured her full-figured, curvy body. It always felt like he was undressing Vanessa with his eyes giving her the creeps.



In the country club, Vanessa was always in full lady mode and the slutty part of her self was buried in the rearmost corner of her mind. Therefore, she was particularly sensitive to the guard’s lecherous behaviour.



Each time she met him, Vanessa reacted the same way becoming all reactant and acting as abrasive as possible. She always flashed her most arrogant expression and behaved as snotty as possible to show him in no uncertain terms that she was way out of his league.



This time, he walked out of his duty station the exact moment Vanessa passed by. When she bumped into him, he got a good feel of her tits. Vanessa’s blood was boiling. The guard was going too far. She was about to make a scene right there. She started cussing him out but he only leered at her. The more she swore at him, the bigger his evil, leering smile grew. Vanessa kept on cussing the guy out until she realized that there was no one around to watch or hear the argument. So she stopped in despair and stormed off with a crimson face.







The moment she stepped into her car, she had already calmed down. The day was going too good to get worked up over some low, insignificant lecher.



After yesterday’s events, the visit to the country club had been the perfect idea. She had lived and breathed her lady-self for the day. Now, she was more than ready to live out her slut-self during the night.







After a visit to Vanessa’s favourite beauty salon where she had gotten a full spoiling session and a fresh French manicure, she arrived at the ‘Red Rose Club’ with Mark at her side.



Since Mark had started working for Pavone as Vanessa’s watchdog, he had turned into his loyal henchman. By now, he had earned Pavone’s full trust and got assigned to more and more areas of responsibility. It seemed like he had finally found his calling. He appeared like a completely new person. The slacker hanging around the house and watching TV all day long was completely gone. Instead, he was full of beans bubbling over with confidence. In a short space of time, he had earned respect from everyone working at the club from the waitresses to the bouncers.







As soon as Vanessa had arrived at the club, she changed into her stripper outfit. It was a metallic pink two-piece set with a front tie halter top, a matching pink metallic ruffle mini skirt, black fencenet stockings and pink platform ankle boots with 6″ heels. No bra or panties were part of the outfit.



The top was only held up by the tie between her tits. It left her belly completely free showing off her ‘Trailer Trash Whore’ flame ring tattoo that circled her bellybutton and ‘Queeny Ho’ lower back tramp stamp. Only the ‘Property of Pavone’ stamp tattoo was covered by the mini skirt. The skirt didn’t hide much else though. It was so tiny that it didn’t even cover the lower half of her ass. All in all, it perfectly fit the description of a stripper outfit.



When she had just finished getting dressed, Pavone called her into his office. Obviously, he wanted to introduce the star of the Saturday Live Show personally to Vanessa. However, the word ‘star’ had a hollow ring to it. Vanessa didn’t expect to meet a real star but a worn-out whore that had been shooting adult videos for years and was now doing the dance circuit routine living off her famous name from the past.







Entering the office, Pavone sat at his desk and next to him stood a woman that looked completely different from what Vanessa had expected.



The pornstar greeting her was about the same age as Vanessa with long, straight, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She was petite with a small height and had an incredible hourglass figure. Her waist was tiny while her tits were huge. The round, overblown, plastic flesh-balloons looked incredibly fake but also very familiar.



It was Maria!



Vanessa stood in the office with a gaping mouth totally flabbergasted and her heart skipped a beat. Once again, Maria’s appearance came as a total surprise catching her off guard.



What was she doing here? What did Pavone plan with Maria?



Her former best friend was Stanton’s new office-slut. But that was no reason for her to be in the ‘Red Rose Club’.



Vanessa couldn’t believe that Maria showed up at the club. This was her territory! She was the queen bee in this place! And she wouldn’t tolerate any rivals!







In an instant, the wrath and anger about yesterday’s loss flared back up inside Vanessa. It seemed like Maria was becoming her nemesis and it made Vanessa furious. It had been a huge effort to suppress all that rage but now it was back on with full force.



Maria showing up in the ‘Red Rose Club’ could only mean one thing. She was the guest stripper for the Live Show. Her ex-bff had been shooting porn movies during her college years and become popular as Heidy Moon Stratus.



That name alone sounded pathetic in Vanessa’s ears. It was a clear reference to those two wannabe celebrities. Not even in porn, Maria could make a name of herself. But looking her former best friend over, Vanessa had to admit the striking resemblance.



Of all pornstars in the world, Pavone had to hire Maria. This couldn’t be a coincidence! Eying him, Vanessa noticed his amused facial expression and she knew for sure. This was no coincidence!



“I heard you two already met.” he said barely able to contain his amusement. “A little reunion is always nice, isn’t it?”



“Stanton has been singing praises about his new office slut for quite some time.” Pavone continued his explanation for Maria’s presence. “And when I found out that she’s a former pornstar, I had to invite her for a Live Show.”



“No one says no to a little extra money on the side, right?” he finally addressed Maria.



Pavone emphasised his point with a rough slap to her ass making the blonde bimbo stumble forward a bit. However, Maria held her gaze looking straight at Vanessa. The redhead could clearly see the lasting elation about the blonde’s win at the restaurant in Maria’s eyes.



And it made her only the more furious. It was just too much to take for Vanessa and the pent up anger burst out of her.



“That bitch got no place in here, you fucking bastard!” she exclaimed in full rage. “She’s not famous! No one’s gonna come to the club just to watch her strip!”



“You’re gonna regret that decision. She’s not gonna earn you a single buck!” she continued her rant. “Let me do the live performance and I can guarantee you that I’m gonna earn you more money than that pathetic wannabe-slut!”



Before Vanessa was finished with her outburst, Pavone had stepped in front of her. His face was glowing dark red. By now, he was just as enraged as his ‘Red Rose Whore’.



“Did I allow you to question my decisions?” he bellowed at Vanessa.



His entire posture and mean expression didn’t bode anything well. And it instantly shut the redhead up. Immediately, she felt intimidated and small.



“That mouth is not meant for talking but for sucking cocks only!” he barked at her. “Haven’t you learnt that the last time? You only speak up when I tell you to! Do you understand that, fuckwhore?”



Vanessa was all submissive by now. Nervously looking over to Maria, she could see the blonde smiling in delight over her former best friend getting a harsh rebuke. It was more than enough to let Vanessa feel her low status.



“Yes master. I’m sorry master!” she whispered with a small voice.



A second later, Pavone had ripped the pink metallic top and pink metallic mini skirt off her body. Now, she was standing bare naked in front of him – except for her tramp tattoos, black fencenet stockings and pink platform ankle boots.



Pavone then produced a collar and a chain leash. When he had put the collar around her neck and attached the chain to her cunt rings, tit rings and the collar hook, he dragged her out of the office on the leash.



“I got the perfect role for you, scumwhore!” he explained while leading his slut into the main room. “As you’re so eager to show your worth, you’re gonna be the cum dump for our customers today. Prove that you’re of any value and earn 50 bucks a dance shift, you stupid piece of fuckmeat!”



Making her kneel on the floor in front of the main stage, he attached the chain to the strip pole while Mark used a red lipstick to finish Vanessa’s outfit.







That was the place Vanessa was still kneeling at when the first dance show came to an end. No further customer had approached her. But at least, she had earned the 50 bucks.



During her shift of waiting tables, Vanessa could see that most of the fanboys lined up to get an autograph and a picture with their favorite pornstar. But most of them left the club after they had received their precious price. They had gotten everything they had come for. Slowly, the rush on Heidy Moon Stratus dried off.



This observation helped lessening the deep humiliation of getting disregarded by those fanboys. Instead, the anger about Maria invading her territory flamed back up.







Vanessa couldn’t let Maria take over the club. But she didn’t see any possibility to go up against it. After all, she was working for Pavone and he had decided to invite Maria as the star of the live show.



Vanessa tried to reassure herself by telling herself that this was only for the Saturday show. Every club needed a little variety to attract new customers. Maria would be gone once and for all after this Saturday. For the entire week, she would be the centerpiece again. ‘Queeny Ho – the Red Rose Star’ would be the main attraction again.



Still, a negative connotation remained. It simply rubbed her the wrong way taking a back seat to another woman – especially to her nemesis Maria.



A few months ago, Vanessa wouldn’t even have dreamt of working in a strip club. And now, she was not only taking pride in being the city’s top whore but she was dead set on fighting for this title.







When the second dance shift started, Mark grabbed Vanessa’s leash and attached the chain to the strip pole again. He didn’t care about her any further even forgetting to cuff her hands behind her back. There she was obediently kneeling on the ground in front of the main stage again.



The club had filled noticeably although the demography of guests had changed. While the number of fanboys had decreased, several groups of young blokes partying and boozing had come to the club. Shortly before the second strip show started, a large biker gang arrived.



Pavone announced the special guest of the Saturday Star Show and a moment later, Maria – or rather Heidy Moon Stratus – stepped onto the main stage accompanied by loud hollers and cheers.



Maria perfectly knew how to play the crowd as she was wearing a slutty cheerleader costume that consisted of a blue tie front bra top, a white Lycra mini skirt, white knee high boots and blue pom poms.



The top was at least two sizes too small tightly squeezing Maria’s huge, overblown fuckudders and making the titflesh bulge out of the bra.



With her tight figure and bleached blonde hair, she looked like the perfect picture of a cheerleader. And with her massive funbags and slutty smile, she made all the guys’ fantasies boil over.



Maria started showing off several cheerleader moves using the pom poms to full effect. After a few minutes, she threw the pom poms into the crowd and began stripping off the bra top.



Vanessa was watching from her position. She almost had to stifle a yawn. Maria was wearing the same outfit and giving the same exact performance as before. The blonde’s dance routine was more than boring. The bimbo bitch was doing nothing more than gyrating around the strip pole showing off her fake plastic boobs.



This ignited Vanessa wrath once again. Maria was simply living off her pornstar name not putting any effort into her dance show. Vanessa could give a far superior performance. Still, she was kneeling on the ground reduced to a cum dump.



The longer Maria’s dance routine lasted, the more unbearable it became to Vanessa. She felt the urge to show the customerss what an enticing strip show was all about. This urge slowly built up inside of her growing stronger and stronger until she couldn’t watch the pretentious Barbie bitch’s show any longer.



Vanessa’s fury about Maria showing up in the club, the disappointment of being relegated to play the second fiddle and the anger about the lacklustre show finally overcame the redhead.



Thus, she started her own big show.



She grabbed the chain and detached it from the strip pole. Then she got up on her feet and walked over to a biker swaying her ass from side to side.



Right then and there, Vanessa was like an animal on the hunt – or rather a slut on a mission. Her only goal was to prove that she was the better slut than Maria. She was totally focused on pulling off a better performance than the pretentious pornstar Heidy Moon Stratus.



Reaching the guy, she handed the leash over to him. She willingly turned herself into his fuck puppet on his strings. With an evil smile on his face, the heavily tattooed biker started pulling the chain into different directions.



He used the chain to make his puppet dance on the strings. He pulled Vanessa’s fat fucktits and juicy pussy lips to each side forcing her body to follow helplessly. He turned the redhead into a marionette that was giving him the most vulgar, obscene dance possible.

The pressure on her precious nipples and cunt lips made Vanessa yelp and groan in rhythm while she got jerked around his chair. The biker dragged the chain from side to side making Queeny Ho pirouette around his chair. Then he pulled the chain up and down making the redhead jump and squat while her funbags were wildly jiggling and shaking.



Finally, the biker pushed the chain towards himself making Vanessa stumble upon his lap. She instantly, cupped her fat fucktits from the sides and pressed them right into his face. She almost smothered him with her soft titflesh while he licked her pierced nipples.



Eventually, Vanessa took the chain off his hands and turned around. The ginger whore bent over deeply with her legs straight giving him the full view of her round bubble butt, invitingly swollen pussy lips and firm round knockers peeking through her spread legs.



In this position, she asked the guy.



“Please sir, rate the slut’s performance! Push a finger up the fuckdoll’s cunt if you liked it! Spank her ass if you didn’t like it!”



A harsh slap landed on each of Vanessa’s ass cheeks instantly turning them bright red. In response, Vanessa said.



“Thank you sir, this dumb piece of shit whore will try better.”



Then she raised herself back up and danced over to the next table in line. There was a group of young blokes seated. They appeared to be a clique of college hunks looking for some naughty action outside of their usual dorm parties. Vanessa handed the chain to one of the young hunks.



“C’mon, make the puppet dance!” his friends immediately cheered him on.



Their comments spurred the young bloke on. He made Vanessa turn around and threaded the leash through her legs. This way, Queeny Ho was dancing with her ass facing him. Pulling the leash from side to side, he made her gyrate her hips.



“Shake dat ass! Show me what you got!” another friend urged the ginger whore on.



“Don’t make me leave with my foot up your ass!” a third friend added making the entire clique laugh at their fuck puppet.



The young college hunk dragged the leash towards him making their ginger marionette bend over and stick her ass out. Vanessa tried to obey their order flexing her ass muscles to make her butt cheeks shake and wriggle as wildly as possible. The bloke started pulling on the chain making his fuck puppet bend her knees. In response, he pulled the leash back up pushing it deeply up her soft, tender slit and making Vanessa jump up.



He started a rhythm making the slut bend and jump. Queeny Ho had a hard time concentrating on the ass shaking while getting yanked around on her tender piss flaps and sensitive nipples so she stumbled several times. Every time she tripped and floundered, the college hunks high-fived as if they had scored a point while the rest of the customers laughed about the clumsy skank. At least, her ass cheeks were bouncing like crazy as the young blokes had ordered.



Vanessa felt like she was caught in an endless stream of humiliation. The chain attire seemed like a device from hell only created to debase her. The only thing that kept her from crying was the fact that her sudden, unexpected outburst brought the customers back to live. They had quieted down further and further becoming bored by Maria’s lame strip show. Now, they started hooting and hollering again – but for Vanessa this time.



Eventually, Queeny Ho took the leash from the young college bloke and bent over for his rating. This time, her cunt got the attention. He approved of her performance! But it didn’t stop with one finger up her pussy. Instead, the one finger was followed by a second and a third one. Then she even felt two fingers wriggling their way up her asshole. In the end, she had five fingers up her fuckholes – one from each member of the college clique. Pulling them out, the three pussy pluggers showed their wet fingertips to all the other customers. The slut was dripping with her fuck juices.



In her competitive state of mind, Vanessa felt the urge to thank the college hunks for giving her a positive rating. So she turned around, smiled at them seductively and purred a ‘Thank you, gentlemen!’ while licking her pussy juice and ass slime off their fingers.



More and more guys turned their attention to the ‘Red Rose Whore’ that was dancing like a sex-starved maniac and begging the guests to either spank her ass or fondle her pussy. Especially, the biker gang and the cliques of young guys were enticed away from the blonde stripper bimbo by the ginger fuck puppet.



Vanessa didn’t get distracted though. She was still on a mission. She didn’t even care about her nipples and cunt lips getting sorer and sorer from the constant pushing and pulling on the chain. Instead, she repeated her slut performance until she had been used as a slut-marionette by half of the tables.



When she noticed that Maria’s strip show was slowly coming to an end, she stepped onto one of the side stages and knelt down.



“C’mon guys! Make this dirty piece of fuckwhore cum! The guy that makes the slut cum gets a free blowjob!” she announced.



This announcement caused a stir among the customers. By now, the entire crowd – except for the few remaining fanboys – wasn’t interested in Maria’s show anymore. Instead, the guests rushed to the side stage and formed a line standing along the stage.



Vanessa started crawling along the edge with her ass facing the crowd. She pushed her face on the filthy ground while reaching back with her French-manicured hands to spread her ass cheeks wide. Her pink pussy opened up showing off the two silver cunt rings and the silver clit stud framing her wet and swollen twat lips.



Vanessa purred like a bitch in heat while she gyrated her hips invitingly enticing the guys. She gave each man a good half minute to fondle her cunt and push their fingers into her pussy in an attempt to make her cum.



The attention from the men, her naughty behaviour and the constant pulling on her rings had aroused Vanessa beyond limits. A fire was burning between her loins – a fire that was spurred on by the realization that she had won the crowd over.



The next guys didn’t settle for simply fondling her pussy though. Instead, they shoved up to three fingers into her asshole. Especially the bowling grip with the thumb up Vanessa’s ass and the two middle fingers in her pussy enjoyed great popularity.



With each guy trying feverishly to make the ‘Cum Dump’ orgasm, Vanessa started moaning and groaning louder. Her hips began a life on their own, shaking and gyrating automatically. Her pussy juices were flowing freely and dripping onto the ground in torrents.



Eventually, a guy grasped her cunt rings with his left hand and spread her pussy wide open. Then he snapped the index finger of his right hand against her clit hard.



A jolt of ecstasy exploded in Vanessa’s mind from the precise, harsh flick and the dam burst. Finally, Vanessa was cumming. Right on stage, she was screaming out her orgasm while her body convulsed madly.



Her body writhed and shook for several minutes until her ecstatic high slowly faded. When she opened her eyes back up, the successful guy was standing on the stage in front of her face. He was waiting to collect his price.



Coming back to her senses, Vanessa remembered that she wasn’t here for her own pleasure. She was acting like a sex-starved nympho to persuade the customers. It was her goal to convince them that she was the real ‘Red Rose Star’, a better slut than any pornstar could ever be – and a far superior slut than Maria.



Vanessa pushed herself up into a kneeling position and put on the naughtiest, most provocative smile she could muster. A second later, she had pulled down his pants and pushed her wet mouth over his erect dick.



Vanessa feverishly went to work trying to give the guy his best blowjob ever. She bathed the whole length of his shaft in her saliva and pushed his tool down her throat from the get go giving herself a good, hard throatfuck.



The men in the crowd supported Vanessa’s efforts starting to clap in rhythm with her gagging until the winner shot his white, sticky load all over her pretty face. With relish, the redhead rubbed the gooey spunk into her skin.



Amid the applause of the men, she walked off the side stage with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even notice that Maria had finished her live show some time ago with only a few remaining fanboys watching.







Vanessa had barely arrived in the locker room when one of the waitresses called her to Pavone’s office.



Up on stage, Vanessa hadn’t thought about the consequences of her actions. She had acted on pure impulse. She had become too infuriated with the blonde Barbie bimbo getting all the attention. And the enraged look on Maria’s bitchy face when the crowd had drifted off to Vanessa had been too good to miss.



But now that the show was over and Vanessa was slowly coming to a rest, she realized that her actions wouldn’t remain unanswered. She had opposed a direct order from Pavone! She had mixed up the concept of the Saturday Star Show!



What if the word started circulating that any guest star had to face opposition from the club whore? Certainly lots of stars from the dance circuit would avoid the ‘Red Rose Club’ or even worse perform in a rival strip joint. Pavone couldn’t allow this to happen. He had to set an example. He had to restore order in his club.



Vanessa only knew too well that some kind of punishment was awaiting her. But at the moment, she wasn’t too intimidated. The triumph over Maria filled her with a powerful feeling of pride and invincibility. This elating emotion was definitely worth any punishment. She knew that she would act exactly the same way a second time.







With every step taking her closer to Pavone’s office, her nervousness increased though. Pavone could be a cruel, scary guy.



When she opened the door, Vanessa could see Pavone sitting behind his desk. And next to him stood Maria with her arms crossed under her humongous silicone udders.



Vanessa’s eyes roamed from Pavone to Maria and back. Their expression only increased her nervousness. Pavone’s eyes were blazing with anger while Maria’s gaze mercilessly bored into her.



Of course, Pavone was enraged about Vanessa’s behaviour. She had never seen him as furious ever before. It had been a new example of her unlimited arrogance to him. She hadn’t toned down her bitchy behaviour since working in the club and he had the feeling that he still hadn’t managed to put her into her place properly. It was time to make a lasting example.



Looking at Pavone, Vanessa could somehow see something beyond anger gleaming in his eyes. She had acted like a crazed, wanton nympho. And the customers had loved her show. Her performance obviously gave him some new ideas how to use his whore. But most of all, his fiery red face was jumping straight at her completely extinguishing Vanessa’s feeling of invincibility.



Of course, Vanessa’s action hadn’t gone so well with Maria either. She had received a lot less tips than expected. As her pornstar name was still famous, she had drawn a lot of new customers to the club. So she felt like she had every right to complain about Vanessa’s lack of respect.



“You know why you’re here, stupid whore?” Pavone greeted Queeny Ho sternly.



His rigid voice was enough to make Vanessa tremble. Standing in front of Pavone, she felt his dominant presence to the fullest. It was daunting and frightening. She felt like standing trial in front of a merciless judge. Slowly, fear crept up inside of her and she nodded submissively.



“I I have been a bad whore.” she said with a small voice.



“Oh yes! You acted like a misbehaving brat!” he growled. “Seems like you don’t want to listen! You have to feel then! And you will feel it the hard way, whore!”



“You’re nothing but my obedient fuckpet! You only do what you’re told!” he kept on ranting. “Obviously, you still haven’t understood that!”



“I’ve understood master!” Vanessa responded her voice quivering.



She felt like a little schoolgirl getting upbraided for misbehaving.



“It won’t happen again, master!” she added shyly.



“Oh, it definitely won’t happen again!” Pavone remarked. “I’ll make sure you won’t forget about your place in this club once and for all!”



He didn’t give Vanessa time to comprehend this statement. Instead, he ordered her to walk over to him and lie across his lap. With her head hanging, she did as told.



“Like a little snotty girl that needs to be taught some manners!” he commented.



There she was – the redhead with ravishing looks kneeling on the ground draped over Pavone’s knees while awaiting a spanking like a naughty schoolgirl. In this position, Vanessa felt more than helpless and vulnerable.



All the while, Maria looked down on her with a disdainful expression on her face. Vanessa’s former best friend stepped in front of the ginger whore forcing her face up to make her look directly into her eyes.



“Now, you’re not that sassy any more, you little dim-witted bitch!” she spat at her. “You’re only a trashy gutter whore! You can’t take me on in any way.”



“I have fans all over the country coming here to watch my show and get an autograph.” she continued hissing. “And you ruin their day by distracting them!”



“You can try as hard as you want to.” Maria snarled. “You will never be as popular or as famous as me.”



“Tell me what you are!” the blonde Barbie bitch suddenly ordered.



Vanessa was humiliated. Until now, she had only been called derogative names by men. But being berated by a woman – especially by Maria – made her degradation even worse.



She almost yearned for Pavone to get over with his punishment, spanking her bottom and letting her walk out of his office. But looking up to the owner of the club, she realized that this was part of her punishment. She had to submit to her nemesis. She had to bow to Maria.



“I’m just a piece of shitwhore! A stupid vulgar whore that deserves your contempt!” she answered with her cheeks burning from shame.



All the while, Pavone was running his hand over her bare ass cheeks caressing the ripe curves while enjoying her debasement.



Satisfied with Vanessa’s self-degradation, Maria stepped out of the redhead’s sight while Pavone kept on caressing her bottom. Vanessa’s heartbeat quickened with each second elapsing. The anticipation of the inevitable spanking was a torture on its own. Any moment, the first slap could hit her bottom.



Finally, it fell down. And still caught Vanessa unprepared!



“Aaarrrggghhh!” she screamed out loud.



Out of Vanessa’s sight, Maria had walked to the redhead’s backside and taken Pavone’s belt!



With all her strength, she had whipped the belt over Vanessa’s delicate bottom leaving a deep red stripe right across both ass cheeks. But the pain was just as much physical as psychological. Getting spanked by her arch rival was a whole new level of debasement.



After the first blow though, Maria suddenly stopped. She walked back up to Vanessa’s head and held the belt right in front of the redhead’s face. She growled.



“Beg for it, piece of shit whore!”



Vanessa had no choice. She knew she was going to get it no matter what. Even worse, she was about to get whipped by her nemesis. There was nothing she could do to prevent it from happening. She could only hope the begging would soften the whipping somehow.



But begging her arch rival to whip her ass with a belt was too much for her to handle. She couldn’t bring the words over her lips. So Vanessa looked up to Pavone and begged him instead.



“Please, master, whip your whore’s ass hard. Make it red and blue.”



Pavone laughed out loud. He knew exactly what made Vanessa tick. He knew that it was much more degrading for her to beg her former best friend than him. He enjoyed Queeny Ho’s humiliation too much to let it go that easily. With a nod to Maria he told her.



“She’s the one with the whip! Guess you gotta beg her!”



Vanessa let her head hang in defeat. She had to gulp down the huge lump in her throat before she was able to press out the words between clenched teeth.



“Please, mistress, whip this cheap bitch’s ass hard.”



She felt her face flush in the deepest shades of red from shame and embarrassment. But Maria wasn’t finished with the teasing.



“Why am I going to spank your ass?” she asked the redhead.



“Because I’m a stupid, teasing whore that needs to be taught some manners.” Vanessa responded her face turning even darker red.



Before Vanessa had finished her sentence, the next belt lash stroke her ass not even giving her a chance to brace herself for it.



Maria whipped Vanessa’s bottom as hard as she could. She blistered the redhead’s ass for good. And in between each lash, she made Vanessa thank her former best friend.



“Arrrggghhh! Thank you mistress for teaching this stupid whore how to be a good fuckpet!”



“Arrrggghhh! Thank you mistress for punishing my bitchy whore ass!”



“Arrrggghhh! Thank you for whipping some manners into this cheap, trashy whore!”



Calling her former best friend ‘mistress’ was almost as bad as the spanking itself. Vanessa tried to bring up all her will power to keep herself from screaming. She felt tears springing to her eyes while Maria mercilessly whipped her ass. As much as she tried to, she couldn’t prevent it. Each blow brought a loud grunt and groan from her and she began sobbing as Maria continued beating her.



After each lash, she clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks, trying to shake off the stinging blow. This way, Vanessa was giving Pavone a great show. She was wriggling and working her buttocks like doing an erotic dance while draped over his lap.



The whipping seemed endless to Vanessa. Blow after blow blistered her tender ass. Finally, Pavone made Maria stop. He ran his hand over Queeny Ho’s glowing ass cheeks and through her slit. It was dripping wet!



From the touch on her cunt, a yelp escaped Vanessa’s lips. She couldn’t believe it! She was aroused!



“Oh, someone likes the whipping!” Pavone chuckled. “Which sort of girl gets wet from having her ass spanked?”



Vanessa blushed again when she realized that the punishment was arousing her.



“Only the nastiest, filthiest of whores!” she answered under her breath. “Only your depraved fuckpet, master!”



“Hmm, that’s the obedience I wanna see from my whore!” he responded to Vanessa’s self-degradation.



“Now, I wanna see you cumming from getting your whore ass whipped!” he ordered out of the blue. “Frig that naughty cunt, bitch!”



Vanessa’s humiliation deepened. She didn’t want to make herself cum in front of Maria. She didn’t want to get off while getting her ass whipped. Every fibre of her body resisted the order.



But Vanessa didn’t have a word in the decision so she obediently pushed her French-manicured hand back to rub her throbbing clit.



There was no chance of staying quiet any longer.



“Aaahhh! … Ooouuuhhh! …! Yaaahhh! … Aaarrgghh!”



Her screams were a mixture of grunts and whales while Maria continued her whipping. Vanessa’s hand worked her pussy in a fury and unconsciously her hips were wriggling from side to side.



She lost track of time and place as pain and pleasure started mixing. Vanessa got lost in the feeling. She could hear Pavone and Maria laughing, making fun of her and goading her. But it was drowned out by the tidal wave building inside of her.



Her bottom started jabbing backwards towards the slashes welcoming each lash. Finally, the wave broke and her orgasm washed over her. Vanessa shouted out a primal scream while tears of pain ran down her face.



All while Vanessa was riding the waves of her orgasm, Maria continued lashing her blistered bottom. By now, the redhead’s ass had been turned into raw meat. It was beyond glowing. If she would be able to sit for the next week without pain Vanessa would be more than lucky.

When the orgasm finally faded, Pavone didn’t let her go yet. Instead, he gripped Vanessa’s hair and forced her face up to look up to Maria.



“Tzz, what a dumb little whore!” the blonde huffed with the most derogatory sneer possible. “Cumming from getting her ass beaten!”



“Show her what you think of her!” Pavone urged the blonde Barbie on.



And once again, the following action caught Vanessa totally by surprise.



Her former best friend quickly spread her legs and pushed her cunt lips back. Then she started pissing right into Vanessa’s face!



Holding her chin tight with one hand while gripping her hair with the other, Pavone forced Vanessa’s mouth open. The ravishing hot redhead couldn’t do anything against it. She knew better than to oppose anyway.



Maria’s yellow, rancid piss streamed straight into her mouth. The piss sloshing against the insides of her mouth made a sickening noise – almost like sloshing into a urinal.



The gross, debasing mistreatment caused a pained expression on Vanessa’s face. She was gurgling and spluttering from the powerful piss stream. It didn’t impress Maria in any way though as she relished emptying her full bladder into Vanessa’s mouth.



Her piss was dark with a biting stench making Queeny Ho gag immediately. In no time, Vanessa’s mouth filled to the rim and some of the nasty, yellow liquid started flowing back out.



Maria stopped her piss stream and Pavone reacted by forcing her mouth shut.



“Swallow, pisswhore!” he simply ordered.



With her glowing bottom as a reminder of what might happen if she wouldn’t obey his command, Vanessa did as told and gulped the vile broth down.



At once, her entire body shook in disgust and she started retching hard almost puking the vile liquid back up. Revulsion was added to the pained expression on her face. The taste was worse than anything she had tasted before and the acrid flavour deeply bored into her mind.



She had to take several more gulps each accompanied by pitiful retching and choking. Every swallow burned even worse than the one before. Finally, Maria was finished and she had succeeded in completely defiling Vanessa.



When her piss stream had ended, she wiped her cunt clean with her own hand and smeared the last drops off her fingers onto Vanessa’s forehead.



“Bad taste in your mouth?” Pavone mocked the redhead noticing her sick expression.



Not waiting for a response, he added.



“Now, get out of my office and show everyone in the club how a whore gets properly punished for misbehaving.”







Pavone unceremoniously pushed Queeny Ho off his lap and took the chain off of her. Then he picked up the metallic pink tie top and matching miniskirt that were still lying around in his office and threw them at her. While Vanessa was putting on her stripper outfit, she wondered what this change of clothing implied. What did he have in store for her during the next dance session?



Before she had a chance to ponder this question, Pavone kicked her out of his office. Vanessa was beyond shame when she walked back down into the main room of the ‘Red Rose Club”. People were eagerly waiting for the next dance show and the club had gotten really busy. The different groups of bikers, college hunks, regulars and average Joe’s were launching at the tables or standing around the stages.



Vanessa approached the table closest to the entrance with her legs shaking from nervousness and her stomach churning from the disgusting piss load. It was a group of four average looking Joes. Apparently, they were some truckers with fat potbellies and lumberjack shirts – the typical kind of club customers. Shyly, she eyed them like a deer caught in the headlights and asked.



“Dear gentlemen, may I show you how a dumb whore gets punished for her stupidity?”



Instantly, the truckers stopped with their chat and looked at her thunderstruck. Not waiting for their response, Vanessa turned around. Closing her eyes in shame, she slightly bent forward and lifted her metallic pink miniskirt up to show off her blistered, fiery red bottom. At the mere sight of the welts and bruises garnering her abused ass, the group came back to life erupting in rounds of dirty laughter that attracted the attention of the remaining guests.



While Vanessa walked from group to group, her face turned as red as her glowing buttocks. She had to force herself to repeat her question, hold up her skirt and show off her blistered ass to anyone. All the groups made fun of the stupid whore that didn’t know how to behave properly for an ordinary cum bucket. Each time, Vanessa had to wait until the guys were done with their taunting and it always felt like the mocking would never stop.



One of the biker cliques was the worst. The group consisted of a bunch of intimidating, heavily-tattooed guys each one proudly wearing his cut. They enjoyed prolonging the degrading situation by feeling Vanessa’s glowing butt. They pinched and groped her burning ass cheeks testing out the different responses they could charm out of the ginger whore.



Vanessa felt incredibly helpless standing still while holding up her miniskirt and letting the men have their way with her blistered bottom. She couldn’t help going back and forth between loud whimpers, painful yelps and whining to the amusement of all customers.



One of the bikers even touched her pussy. To his amazement, he noticed that she was wet once again. So he started fondling her clit mercilessly. Vanessa couldn’t help it but her body betrayed her another time. The humiliating situation and all the attention were too much for her to handle. It was overwhelming her senses and her body was getting aroused in the process.



The hands on her aching bottom and the finger rubbing her clit made her whimper and moan in turns. There she was standing in the middle of the club presenting her punishment in full colours while being made to cum from getting her bruised bottom and dripping pussy touched. She shamefully felt like the lowest back-alley whore ever.



Still, she came in front of all these random strangers moaning like a bitch in heat while her face was flushed from embarrassment in the same deep red shade as her glowing butt.



Vanessa had now lost the remaining tiny bits of respect that were left in the customers. Watching the ‘Red Rose Whore’ orgasming from showing off her blistered ass and presenting her punishment in public shattered any last restraints. She had demonstrated that any degrading attention, any demeaning use or any rough manhandling aroused the dirty slut.







Vanessa had thought that she had experienced any kind of humiliation by now. But once again Pavone proved her wrong. Each time, he came up with a different way to degrade her and it always caught her off guard. Each new strike of humiliation hit Vanessa from an unexpected angle not giving her a chance to brace herself for it and it always affected her in a different way. Thereby, each embarrassment felt worse than the one before.



Vanessa had to admit that Pavone was a goddamn genius in that regard. But she also had to concede that her body was feeling completely different than her mind about these degradations. In a strange way, her body was yearning for fresh humiliations. It intensified any accompanying emotion making her orgasms much more intense leaving her body with a craving for more debasement.







When Vanessa had finished her shameful round through the club, Pavone took the main stage again. It was time for the third dance shift. Once again, Heidy Moon Stratus – the blonde pornstar bimbo – was about to take the limelight pushing Queeny Ho – the ‘Red Rose Whore’ – into the background.



Suddenly, showing off her blistered ass didn’t feel as humiliating anymore. After all, the attention of all guys had been on her! Everybody had been focused on her. For the moment, Vanessa had been the ‘Red Rose Star’ again. Now, she was getting reduced back to a mere object of utility. She was about to be lowered to a dumb cum dumpster again.



“Obviously, we have two hot and horny fuckstars in the club today!” Pavone suddenly announced.



This introduction pricked up Vanessa’s ears. For a moment, she thought she had heard wrong. She could only look at Pavone in disbelief.



“Seems like we got a little bitchfight going on in the club tonight!” the club boss continued making it clear that she had heard right. Meanwhile, the word ‘bitchfight’ caused a round of cheers from the crowd.



“I guess no one minds making full use of that situation.” Pavone added earning a round of dirty laughter.



“So I decided to let all of you watch the bitches battle it out right here on stage.” he announced making the crowd applaud.



Finally, Vanessa realized what the sparkle in Pavone’s eyes had been about. He had noticed how much the customers had enjoyed her performance and seen the chance to make even better use of his merchandise. He could collect even more money by letting the two arch rivals battle each other in front of all the guests.



Vanessa realized that her slut-show had proven to him that she was more than the daily cum bucket for the regular johns. She had a far bigger entertainment value. She had demonstrated that Queeny Ho was the ‘Red Rose Star’ for a reason. She had proven that she could take on Maria with ease.



Of course, this hadn’t kept him from punishing her for her presumptuous behaviour. He had needed to show all his employees that his word was law and that he hadn’t lost his grip on his strippers. And quite obviously, he had succeeded.



Still, Vanessa had won more than she had lost. Her slut performance had promoted her back onto the main stage. The pornstar Heidy Moon Stratus wasn’t the main attraction of the Saturday Star Show anymore. Vanessa was back on the same level as Maria and now it was a full on battle between the two rivals.



Suddenly, the deep humiliations of being whipped and forced to submit to her former best friend were forgotten. Instead, the chance to compete with Maria excited her. Her ambition and pride came back to the fore.



She was still on a mission – a mission that was already lasting for years since their gogo dancer days. She had to prove that she was better than Maria. Yesterdays, she had to show that she was a better dancer. Today, she had to demonstrate that she was a bigger, nastier slut than her ex-bff.



From an objective point of view, the intentness and fervour of being a good whore appeared absurd and irrational. But for Vanessa it made complete sense. She had gone down the road too far. Step by step, she had turned into the office slut and then the ‘Red Rose Whore’. By now, it was a part of her self-image – the dark equation to her lady-self. Vanessa needed both parts equally to keep in balance. For her own self-worth, she needed to be reckoned as the posh queen bee of the country club just as much as being regarded as the hottest whore in town.



While Vanessa was still occupied realizing the full extent of the changed situation, Pavone continued stirring up the crowd. He imitated a ring announcer while laying down the rules.



“You’re about to witness the battle of the sluts. It’s gonna be pornstar versus hooker. It’s gonna be dirty, filthy and nasty as hell. It’s gonna be epic! Each slut gets one round to strut her stuff! After the two shows are over the crowd decides about the winner!”



Pavone’s announcement had heated-up the crowd beyond all measures. Taking in the agitated mob, the club owner drew a deep breath and finished his introduction in style coining the catch phrase of the evening.



“Let’s get ready for the bitchfight!”







At these words, Maria stepped onto the main stage and immediately managed to cast a spell over the crowd. The smoking hot blonde was dressed in the sexiest police uniform imaginable.



The ‘Hot Pursuit Cop Costume’ consisted of a dark blue zipper front mini dress with a broad black belt around her hips, black fencenet stockings and black vinyl over-knee platform boots. Completing the outfit, she wore a police hat. On the left side of the belt dangled a pair of handcuffs while a baton hung off the right side.



The mini dress ended just beneath Maria’s curvy ass. She had pulled the zipper down beneath her massive, blown-up funbags. As a result, the uniform was barely able to contain her huge, round juggs. Her fat tits almost spilled out of the top. The deep cleavage directly leaped into any guy’s eye. The outfit was extremely sexy. She definitely knew how to fuel the crowd.



Vanessa was standing at the bar watching Heidy Moon Stratus’ performance. Maria’s appearance clearly told the redhead that her former best friend had accepted the challenge. They both had always been overly competitive trying to outdo the other one. This clearly hadn’t changed.



The DJ played some Trance tunes and the smoke machine blew a fog onto the stage. This added up to create a tense, suspenseful atmosphere. The crowd had stopped cheering and hollering. All guys were quiet. They were wounded up to a high pitch.



Maria strutted down the stage and through the mob in the most provocative, tantalizing way shaking her hips and pushing out her big, round knockers.



She played with the guys acting as if she was policing each one of them. One after the other, she approached a man and either ran her pink manicured index finger along his cheek or brushed the baton over his chest. Then she pushed each one away deprecatingly.



With two guys, she even imitated a strip search running her manicured hands over the guys’ chests and down their pants until she cupped their dicks through their trousers. Finally, she took those two men by the hands and dragged them up onto the stage.



Both of them were members of the biker gang proudly wearing their colours. One of them was a young white badass with short black hair and tattoo sleeves. The other one was a middle-aged white, brawny baldhead. Both didn’t look like person’s to be trifled with.



Two chairs had been placed on the main stage in the meantime. Maria pushed each guy onto a chair – the tattoo-sleeve badass onto the left one and the bald-headed bull onto the right one. Then she turned to the crowd and started moving to the onset of a dance beat.



She used the baton to fire up the crowd some more running it over her belly and pushing up her big, round, bolt-ons. This almost caused her massive juggs to completely pop out of the mini dress. Eventually, she pushed the zipper down to the belt releasing her funbags. She bent over deeply showing off her tits to the fullest and pushed the baton between her voluptuous flesh-balloons giving the stick a tit fuck that made all guys drool.



She could see the crowd getting further agitated which produced a naughty smile on her face. Then the blonde bimbo turned around, bent slightly forward and pushed the hem of the dress up to reveal her naked, pantyless ass cheeks. Again, Maria used the baton to run it along her buttocks. She pushed her curvy, meaty ass cheeks up making them bounce and wobble up and down. Then she bent down even further and pushed the baton into her ass crack spreading her buttocks wide showing off her tight asshole and juicy pink pussy.



The mob could barely manage to keep calm anymore. This blonde Barbie doll dancing on stage appeared like the object of any guys’ wet dreams. But at the same time, her teasing, provocative, cop-like behaviour conveyed the impression of her being totally out of their reach.



Finally, Maria let the mini dress slip to the floor. Now, she was standing on stage only clad in her police hat, black belt, black fencenet stockings and black vinyl over-knee boots.



She took the baton which had a hose clamp attached at the end. She clamped the baton to the strip pole in an angle of 10 to 15 degrees. This way, the baton stuck out from the pole in a narrow ‘V’ shape.



Afterwards, Maria turned her attention back to the two intimidating bikers sitting on their chairs. Once again, she strutted over to them like a lioness scenting its prey.



Reaching the guys, she started teasing them again. For a while, she sexily danced around the chairs. Several times, she bent over in front of them showing off her round buttocks and inviting cunt. But she never let them touch her slapping their hands away each time. More and more, the two bikers were getting agitated by the merciless teasing.



Finally, Maria sat down on the lap of the tattoo-sleeve guy. She started bumping and grinding his lap while pushing her fat round tits into his face. She didn’t stop until his cock was about to burst his pants. Then she changed over to the baldhead repeating the lap dance. Still, she continued to slap their hands away each time they tried to touch her.



It was a sight to behold. The smoking hot, pimped-up Barbie doll straddling those two rough looking badass bikers, gyrating her hips and humping their laps almost driving them insane.



The two men looked like they couldn’t take the teasing any longer. They were on the brink to jump up and pounce at the blonde bimbo. The need to grab this teasing whore and punish her for her provocations was overpowering them.



Maria could sense the heated up atmosphere. She had achieved her goal. The blonde stopped dancing and walked over to the left side of the stage. There Mark handed her two objects. Then she stepped back in front of the two bikers and gave an object to each of them.



Afterwards, the pimped-up bimbo knelt down in between the two chairs. She took the handcuffs and applied one cuff to her right wrist. Then she took the belt off her hips and put it around her neck turning it into a leash.



Suddenly, the powerful cop was kneeling obediently on the stage bare naked with a leash around her neck looking all submissive.



Addressing the two guys, she told them



“C’mon sirs, show this teasing slut who really wears the pants in here!”



The two bikers didn’t have to be told twice. In a split second they were up on their feet. The tattoo-sleeve guy was faster though immediately grabbing the belt using it as a leash to drag the blonde bimbo to the strip pole. Meanwhile, the bald-headed bull followed behind using his object to spank the Barbie doll’s ass making her yelp and crawl faster.



Maria had given them enough hints to make them understand what she had planned. Reaching the strip pole, the tattoo-sleeve badass dragged her up onto her feet. Standing between these tall, muscular men with all her charms on display, Maria looked tiny and lost. She had totally turned herself over to them.



Baldhead grabbed the handcuffs dangling off Maria’s right wrist. Then he pushed her arms up. Above the stage, a pulley had been attached to a beam. Baldhead threaded the chain that connected the two cuffs through a loop in the pulley and applied the second cuff to the blonde’s left wrist. Now, she was tied to the pulley above her head.



Then Maria was hoisted into the air and lowered back down so that the baton attached to the strip pole entered her pussy. As it stuck out from the pole in a 10 to 15 degree angle, Maria had to stand slightly bend forward to accommodate the stick in her cunt. They carefully adjusted the height of the dildo. As a result, the baton was just inside of her when she was on tiptoes and deeply planted up her cunt when she was flat footed.



Maria was about to give the crowd a pole dance fucking herself to the music. And the rhythm of the fucking would be regulated by the two bikers. While the blonde bimbo was standing on her tiptoes, the two bikers presented their objects to the mob. The tattoo-sleeve guy was holding a ‘Magic Wand’ while baldhead held a ‘Violet Wand’ in his hand.



The Magic Wand was a powerful electric massager. With its strong vibrations, it could drive any women’s arousal to new heights. In contrast, the Violet Wand was an electrostimulation toy with a long thin glass tube that glowed purple and shot sparks when it was activated by a button on the handle. The electric shocks were giving short but intense stings.

While the music started playing again, the two bikers started their game. The tattoo-sleeve badass used the buzzing Magic Wand to stimulate Maria and make her gyrate her hips while baldhead used the violet wand to prod her making her twitch and jump around. This way, Maria was taken on a rollercoaster ride of arousal. The vibrator took her to heights of excitement while the stinging shocks harshly brought her back down.



Tattoo sleeve guy began running the Magic Wand up the blonde bimbo’s sides. This caused Maria to start moaning and swivelling her hips. Her moans turned into groans when he pressed the vibrator onto her nipples and she began humping the baton. Then out of nowhere, baldhead shocked Maria. She grunted and jerked from the electric spark. Thereby, she lost her balance, impaling herself completely on the baton.



“Aaarrrggghhh! Ooouuuhhh!” she screamed from the sudden cunt stuffing.



The long baton reached deeper down her fuck tunnel than any cock ever before filling her cunt to the max and even hitting against her cervix. So Maria quickly raised herself back up onto tiptoes.



But it had given the two bikers a new idea. It became their goal to make the pimped-up bimbo fully impale her pussy on the long stick. So they mixed the stimulation and shocks to throw her out of her rhythm and make her lose her balance.



“Aaarrrggghhh!”



“Ooouuuhhh!”



“Ooohhh! Yaaahhh!”



The two guys succeeded several times. Each time, Maria screamed out loud. But with every further impalement, the yell sounded more like a cry of pleasure than pain. And every time, the blonde bimbo needed longer to push herself back up onto her tiptoes. All the successful impalements were commented with a round of applause by the crowd.



The music started getting faster and the two bikers responded to the rhythm. They began alternating between stimulation and shocking with an ever increasing pace. This caused Maria to hump the baton in high speed fucking herself silly on the stick while her fuck juices began running down its length. It was an obscene dance she was performing on the baton.



Pressing the Magic Wand against her clit was particularly effective as it made the blonde Barbie groan and grunt like a wanton animal while squatting up and down the baton like a puppet.



The crowd watched the vulgar spectacle in disbelief. It only increased when baldhead started using the Violet Wand on her bubble butt. Each time the sparks connected with her ass cheeks, Maria grunted out and squatted down. Then he held the electro-stimulator against her tiny, little rosebud.



“Ah! Ah! Uuuhhh! Ah! Ah! Uuuhhh!”



Maria almost went crazy starting to hump the baton in rapid speed while screaming at the top of her lungs. Her intense reaction gave the bald-headed biker another idea. He pushed the thin glass tube into her ass and pressed the button. This way, the sensitive insides of Maria’s anal chute got electrified.



“Aaarrrggghhh! Aaahhh! Oh! Oh! Uuuhhh!”



The blonde’s entire body was twitching and shaking uncontrollably. She couldn’t stop screaming, yelping and groaning simultaneously. Maria was bobbing up and down like riding an actual horse at a gallop. Her huge, round, overblown melons bounced around in such a wild way they almost jumped against her chin. She was dancing on the stick like a demented doll. By now, she was in her own world of ecstatic pleasure and arousal.



Tattoo-sleeve guy reacted holding the Magic Wand to her clit. This way, her most sensitive button was stimulated while her asshole got shocked. And Maria finally had an orgasm. She came so hard, she almost fainted. All through her orgasm, she continued riding the baton hard.



When the blonde eventually calmed down her whole body was drenched in sweat. The entire length of the baton was covered with her cunt juices. The two bikers used the pulley to pull her off the stick and lower her down making her kneel on the stage with her hands still tied above her head. Then they took out their cocks. They were so aroused by the show that they only needed a few thrusts in and out of her soft mouth to shoot their sperm all over the kneeling beauty’s face.







When the show was finally over, Vanessa’s heart was thumbing in her throat. She was more than nervous. She had to admit that Maria’s performance had been outstanding. It had been a real spectacle. It had delivered everything the customers could be asking for and more. It had ranged from sexy to kinky, from wicked to downright nasty.



This would be more than a challenge for Vanessa. How could she ever outperform this spectacle? It seemed like a task totally out of reach.



Vanessa had dared Maria to the slut battle. Now, she had to show her paces and prove her value. She had to do more than step up her game and deliver a top performance.



Otherwise, she would only make a fool of herself becoming the club’s laughing-stock. She wouldn’t be the ‘Red Rose Star’ any longer but the ‘Red Rose Joke’ instead.



During the week working as Queeny Ho, Vanessa had learned a lot about what guys wanted from a whore. They wanted her to ooze sluttiness and act like a fuck junkie on the prowl that needed lewd and twisted sex as her drug. Still, they also wanted the whore to be obedient letting them handle her like a ragdoll. And most of all, they wanted to push her limits.



Vanessa knew that she only had a chance to win the slut battle by demonstrating what a nasty fuckslut she could be. She had to surprise the crowd with her perversity while offering the guys the chance to push her over her limits.







After a short break, it was time for Vanessa to take the main stage. She had decided to allude to every man’s favourite fantasy. So she had changed her outfit. She stepped into the spotlight dressed as a schoolgirl – or rather a sexy, naughty school slut.



She wore a set consisting of a white blouse, a red plaid pleated miniskirt, white under-knee stockings and 5 inch red high heels. The blouse was so tight it was barely able to hold her luscious ripe melons in place. They almost burst off its upper buttons.



The crowd had barely calmed down during the break. Seeing the ‘Red Rose Whore’ costumed like an innocent little schoolgirl, turned the crowd into an agitated mob again.



Vanessa started seductively sucking on a round lollipop until drool was running out of her mouth. With the lolly nice and wet, she used the round candy to run it over her nipples. Thereby, her white blouse got wet and shiny. The material started clinging to her big, juicy funbags.



Queeny Ho continued noisily sucking on the lollipop until she had gathered a load of drool in her mouth. Then she let the bubbly spit run out of her mouth. It hung down her lips in a long gooey strand until it tore off and landed on her tits. Rubbing the spit into the white fabric, her nipples started shining through the wet material.



To the hollers of the crowd, the ginger whore started pushing her shoulders backwards and arching her back in rhythm to the music. This way, the blouse got strained and tightened around her big, ample juggs. She continued thrusting her voluptuous firm knockers out until the first button burst off the blouse.



The mob was going ballistic as they watched the ravishing hot slut shoot a second button into the crowd. It caused her big fat fucktits to spill out of the material by themselves. With the blouse hanging open at the top, Vanessa finally stripped it off and threw it into the mob closely followed by her cotton panties and plaid miniskirt.



The redhead squatted down and spread her legs open revealing her shaved pussy. She teased her cunt with the lollipop. She ran the candy up and down her pussy lips before pushing the lolly into her twat. With the stick standing out of her cunt, Vanessa started playing with her tits for a while making her funbags bounce and jiggle for the men’s amusement.



Watching a sexily dressed schoolgirl with a bruised, fiery red bottom was an extremely hot sight. Watching her act in a naughty seductive way made the guys yearn to jump right onto the stage. They felt the urge to defile her and rob her off her innocence.



Vanessa was intent to include all guests in her show – not only two selected guys. She produced an egg vibrator showing it to the crowd. Then she swivelled her hips and slowly pushed the egg into her pussy.



A second later, she threw the remote control into the mob, enticing them by telling the men.



“C’mon guys, play with your fucktoy! Use your naughty schoolgiiiiirrrrl!”



She barely managed to finish her incitement. Instead, it turned into a long groan. The customer that had caught the remote had immediately set it on the highest level.



The sudden vibrations were so powerful that they rushed Vanessa off her feet. They shook her entire body throwing her to her knees. The egg in her cunt was buzzing like crazy pushing all of Vanessa’s buttons.



Ignited by the stimulation, she lost all control over her body. Her hips started moving on their own. Vanessa fell backwards and landed on her back with her legs spread wide. Her hips bucked up and she started humping the air.



“Aaahhh!… Fuck! Ooohhh!… Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Vanessa’s moans and groans accompanied the dry humping while the redhead started mauling her tits pulling on her silver tit rings in a sensual frenzy.



Meanwhile, the customer passed the remote control to another guy in the mob. The men started a game which involved the whole crowd. A guest caught the remote, set the vibrations on a certain level, waited for a few moments and passed it to the next customer. This way, they completely controlled Vanessa’s body. Once again, she was a puppet dancing on their strings.



The next guy set the vibrations down and Vanessa gained back some control. Intent on giving the guys a great show, she got up onto her feet and began gyrating her hips while leaning forward and massaging her full, round funbags.



A moment later, another man pushed the level back up on full power making Vanessa twitch and shake uncontrollably while her fat, ripe fucktits wildly bounced up and down her chest.



Just in time, she was able to grab the strip pole before she was swept off her feet once again. With her upper body leaned backwards, her hips instantly started humping the pole. She looked like a naked, big titted slut riding a bucking bull – only that the bull was a vertical bar. The buzzing was so intense that her fuck juices started flowing freely coating the pole in the process.



When the next customer got the remote, he lowered the level and Vanessa stopped her frenzied pole humping. Like a good slut, she bent forward and licked her juices off the bar while her angry red bubble butt kept swivelling to the slower rhythm of the vibrations.



The crowd enjoyed the power they had over their plaything and teased their fucktoy to the fullest. They loved alternating the level between low and high. One moment, the ginger whore was dancing sensually, the next second she was frantically humping the air. All the while, Vanessa was grunting and moaning uncontrollably.



Eventually, one of the bikers started swiftly switching between the extremes – up and down from the highest to the lowest level in rapid turns. Vanessa felt like riding a rollercoaster. The thrill of excitement and arousal was overwhelming. One moment, she was rendered to an incoherently babbling mess. Then she got a second to catch a breath, only to be hit with a new surge of stimulation the next moment.



The biker’s first switch to the highest level rushed the redhead off her feet again. This time, she simply fell forward landing on her face and big, juicy, D-cup funbags. The rapid vibrations caused her hips to start humping the dirty stage.



The mob got treated to an incredibly naughty sight. The scorching hot ginger whore was lying on the stage with her ample knockers bulging out at the sides of her ribcage and her legs spread as far as possible. Her pussyhole stood wide open with her ringed piss flaps hanging down like curtains. Her hips were working in overdrive banging her cunt against the floor over and over again.



And finally the dam broke. Queeny Ho orgasmed right on stage. The ecstatic sensations rushed over her like a volcanic eruption starting in her pussy and surging up through her entire body. Her orgasm was so intense that her urethra exploded and she began spurting clear fluid all over the stage.



“Aaahhhooohhhaaahhh!” One endless cry of pleasure echoed through the main room of the ‘Red Rose Club’.



Vanessa kept on squirting and spurting like a fountain. It was such a rush of clear fluid that suddenly the egg vibrator gushed out of her cunt. The guys had never seen a woman orgasm that hard and some of them high-fived each other for making their fucktoy cum like a geyser.







But Vanessa’s show wasn’t over by far. As soon as she was able to move again, she got back onto her feet and produced a bowl from behind the stage. She was still lightheaded from the orgasm but she was dead set on beating Maria in the slut battle.



The bowl was filled with strawberries. Vanessa was about to bring out the big guns in her attempt to beat Maria. She had to bring out her perverted side convincing the guys with her naughtiness and depravity.



She picked a handful of the biggest fruits in the bowl and threw them into the crowd. 6 strawberries landed in the hands of several costumers. Then she got down onto her hands and knees and started crawling up and down the edge of the stage. She turned around presenting her bubble butt to the mob. It was still glowing like a red bulb from the whipping she had received before.



Vanessa started spreading her ass cheeks apart building a rhythm of opening her buttocks and letting them flip back together. Thereby, her juicy, wet, swollen pussy lips opened and closed, too. As her twat was leaking fuck juices, her cunt made smacking, squishing sounds. In a perverted way, Vanessa’s pussy talked to the crowd. And the guys loved the degrading sound of her smacking cunt lips.



“Yeah! That’s the way a slut should talk!” a guy from the crowd commented the action.



Under normal circumstances, kneeling on the stage of a dirty strip club while presenting her pussy to random men and entertaining them with her pussy farts, would have been more than humiliating for Vanessa. But at the moment, she was on a mission to meet a formidable challenge. She was in total slut-mode and there was only one thing on her mind – being the nastiest, debauched slut in town.



Vanessa pushed both French manicured index fingers into her asshole and spread her anal ring open. Since Stanton had broken her anal cherry and turned her into a three-hole mare, her sphincter had proven itself as an elastic fuckhole. Guys loved nothing more than fucking the redhead’s shitter open and making it gape obscenely. And Vanessa’s butthole was a motif of vulgar beauty in regard to gaping.



Queeny Ho started finger fucking her ass adding one French-nailed finger after the other until she had four fingers deeply embedded down her anal chute. Pushing her fingers out of her tight asshole, her sphincter opened like a blossoming rose. Her anal muscles were relaxed and ready for the show.



“C’mon guys, feed the fruits to your plaything!” she enticed the guys while holding her ass cheeks open letting her asshole invitingly wink at them.



Of course, the customers didn’t hesitate to follow up on this invitation. The 6 guys stormed up onto the stage, walked past the kneeling slut and sat down on the bar stools that had been placed there in the meantime.



On their way, 2 of them even patted Queeny Ho’s head treating her like their obedient fuckpet. Their behaviour clearly showed Vanessa that they weren’t about to make it easy for the slut. They were out to let the whore work hard to earn their gifts.



Vanessa crawled over to the first guy. He was another heavily tattooed member of the biker gang wearing a bandana and cut. Reaching his legs, she slowly and sensually pushed herself up letting her ample, big funbags slide over the guy’s lap. She straddled him letting him suck on her nipples and pull on her tit rings for a moment. Then she got off the biker’s lap and positioned herself next to him so her bruised, angry red ass was facing the crowd.



Bending over with her legs straight, the redhead reached back with her French-manicured hands and spread her ass open getting ready to take the first strawberry. The bandana-wearing biker reacted and placed the strawberry between her buttocks holding it there. It was a fully ripe strawberry that appeared really big in relation to Vanessa’s butt. The colour of the fruit was a perfect match to her bright red ass cheeks. The biker didn’t proceed to push the fruit inside though.



“C’mon slut, fetch your gift!” he exclaimed.



He wasn’t about to lend the whore a helping hand. Vanessa had to engulf the strawberry on her own. She had to literally bust her ass to fetch the big, ripe fruit.



Queeny Ho was still intent on giving a sexy show. So she started bending her knees pushing her butt up and down and thereby running her ass crack along the fruit. She swivelled her hips so her bubble butt circled the strawberry.



The biker got impatient though and grabbed Vanessa’s big fuckudders dangling off her bent body. He pinched her left nipple and fiercely pulled on the left silver tit ring.



“Argh!” the ginger whore yelped in response and began thrusting her ass backwards.



Apparently, Vanessa’s asshole wasn’t as well prepared for those big strawberries as she had thought. The fruit wasn’t sliding in easily at all. Her thrusting picked up space until she was bucking back with all her might while spreading her buttocks as far as possible. Although she had fingerfucked her asshole with up to four fingers, her anal ring wasn’t loose enough to take the big fruit yet.



However, the crowd loved the show of the depraved whore desperately humping a strawberry. It was an incredibly demeaning display and the fact that the ravishing hot slut willingly acted on her own accord only increased the humiliating aspect.



“Arrrgggh!” Vanessa yelped when the biker pulled her juggs further down by painfully dragging on the tit ring.



He clearly demonstrated his dissatisfaction with her efforts. This was the complete opposite of Vanessa’s intent. She had to please the customers! She had to win the slut battle!



In a final attempt, the ginger whore pushed her ass backwards in one powerful thrust. But it didn’t achieve the desired success. She had tried too hard. Instead of swallowing the strawberry, her ass squashed the fruit.



“Look at that!” the bandana-wearing biker exclaimed. “What a clumsy whore! This stupid slut can’t even eat a fruit properly!”



While his outburst caused a round of laughter from the crowd, it made Vanessa insecure for the moment. She had failed and didn’t know how to make it up to the customer. However, the biker took advantage of her indecisiveness and seized control.



Pulling roughly on her left nipple ring, he turned Queeny Ho sideways, made her kneel down and draped her upper body over his lap. Now, the naughty schoolgirl was bent over his knee.



“Obviously, the slut needs another punishment!” he remarked hinting at the whipping Vanessa had received beforehand.



Hearing this announcement, the redhead’s eyes snapped open. Her butt was still terribly aching and stinging. The lashes were still burning like fire on her ass cheeks. Her blistered bottom couldn’t take another spanking. She began struggling around on the biker’s lap. However, the bandana-wearing biker held her tightly on his lap so her desperate struggle was totally in vain only amusing the crowd.



“Please sir!” Vanessa begged. “Spare this whore’s ass. Give the slut another try. I’ll be a good slut for youuuhhh.”



She didn’t even manage to finish her pleads before the biker’s hand landed on her fiery red ass making her scream. And the mob erupted with cheers. They loved watching the naughty schoolgirl get punished while struggling in vain. Vanessa’s ass went into a bottom-wiggling dance.

The biker slapped Vanessa’s blistered ass 10 times. Each spank felt like a mind-boggling hot flame. He forced the ginger whore to count out each blow and subsequently thank him profusely. Each slap left a white mark on her red glowing buttocks until this white spot turned into even darker shades of red.



The act of getting spanked like a badly behaved child in front of an audience was a new kind of humiliation for Vanessa. And thanking the rude guy for teaching her how to become a better slut was even worse.



Finally, the spanking was over and the biker pushed the redhead off his lap. Whimpering, Vanessa carefully felt her bruised butt. It was radiating heat and felt like it would never stop hurting again. She wouldn’t be able to sit on her bottom for the next days – that much was certain.



For a moment, she had forgotten her mission of performing like the nastiest, most perverted fuckslut ever. She wanted this to be over. She was ready to give up. But a retreat wasn’t possible anymore. She had gone down the road too far. The remaining 5 customers were expecting her service. They were getting restless.



Eventually, the next guy in line couldn’t stand waiting any longer. He grabbed Queeny Ho’s arm and pulled her up to him. Then he waved the strawberry in front of her face. And this finally snapped Vanessa back into slut mode. The battle wasn’t over yet. She had failed with the first strawberry. Still, the customers had gotten a great show watching the naughty schoolgirl get a proper spanking.



Putting her most provocative smile back onto her face, she mustered the guy. He was one of the middle-aged, potbellied truckers with a full beard and greasy hair.



Vanessa knew that she had to regain the active part. She couldn’t risk losing her grip on the crowd. She needed to continue acting like the dirty fuck junkie to win this competition. So she started an enticing trash talk while straddling the trucker.



“Did you like watching this slut getting spanked for being such a clumsy whore?” she asked him receiving an affirmative nod in response.



“Do you think this naughty whore learned her lesson and will eat your fruit properly?” she continued while grinding her pussy on his lap.



“Please sir, open up this whore’s ass before feeding her the strawberry!” she finished her trash talk with a plea.



Following her words with action, Queeny Ho sank onto her hands and knees next to the bearded trucker, put her face on the ground and stuck her ass high up in the air.



“Hmmm!” she purred like a sex kitten when the guy pushed one finger after the other through her anal ring until four fingers were deeply planted up her shitter.



“Now feed the slut her gift!” Vanessa demanded while swaying her ass.



The bearded man was too entranced by the hot, sexy slut to play any games as the biker had done before. He pushed his fingers out of Vanessa’s anal orifice to reveal a wide open gape that beamed at the crowd.



Then he held the big strawberry against Vanessa’s quivering asshole and started pushing. The trucker was so heated up that he didn’t pay any attention to the reaction of the kneeling whore. Instead, he mercilessly pushed and shoved. The strawberry was just as big and ripe as the first one so it still didn’t slide in easily.



Queeny Ho was commenting the process of getting the strawberry roughly shoved up her ass with her groans. At least, her sphincter was slowly giving way finally swallowing the fruit. Still, the strawberry stretched her anal muscle into new, unknown dimensions.



“Ooooooaaaaaahhh!” her moan slowly pitched higher with the strain of getting the fruit pressed inside and her rosette widening.



“Oooooouuuuuuhhh!” her groan turned into a sound of relief when the strawberry slipped inside and her anal ring closed back up.



“Owww!” was the yelp following the harsh, affirmative slap the bearded trucker gave Vanessa’s blistered, red ass cheeks as a goodbye.



Vanessa repeated this process 4 more times, giving each guy a short lap dance then kneeling down next to him and enticing him to push the strawberry up her ass.



While filling the redhead’s bowels with strawberries, the guys weren’t too gentle with the depraved slut. All along, the crowd laughed at the stupid whore getting her ass stretched beyond any limit and added dirty comments to the filthy action.



“Yeah, tear the stupid ho a new one!”



“C’mon, stick the fruits where the sun don’t shine! Push’em up her spine until they pop back out of her foul mouth!”



“Wow, what a flexible asshole!”



“Hehehe, that’s no flexible asshole, that’s a properly worn-out cockhole!”



“Looks like a well broken-in anal whore! You can park a freight train up that ass!”



The last guy in line surprised the mob with a new degrading idea. He held the strawberry against Vanessa’s asshole ordering her to swallow it. When she reacted by pushing her hips back, he suddenly took the fruit away and the ginger whore humped the air.



As the mob spurred him on, he continued his teasing. The crowd loved the humiliating display of the slut desperately bucking the air, futilely trying to fetch the fruit and groaning in despair.



He didn’t stop his teasing game until Queeny Ho rubbed her big, juicy tits on his leg while panting like a dim-witted, devoted dog and begging for relief demonstrating her obedience. Vanessa felt more humiliated than ever before in the club. She was acting like the lowest pet of the strip joint. And she was doing it on her own accord!



Still, that degrading behaviour earned her the final strawberry. Now, all 6 fruits had disappeared down Vanessa’s ass pipe.



“Oh! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” she commented the feeling of fullness.



Finished with his task, the final guy remarked sarcastically.



“Feeling like a stuffed turkey, whore?”



Adding two more spanks to Vanessa’s fiery burning buttocks, he made her ass shake and prompted a rushed reply from Queeny Ho.



“Yes sir. Thank you gentlemen for feeding the whore properly!”



He was right. Vanessa felt as stuffed as never before in her life. Her rectum was literally overstuffed. Her bowels were painfully widened. The pressure caused her bowels to churn and made her moan steadily. Still, the strawberries also tremendously pressed on her sensitive sex nerves powerfully arousing her.



The head of the final strawberry was still peeking out of her anal ring and the pressure caused her sphincter to spasm around the fruit in rhythm. The mob watched in awe how the ravishing hot ginger whore was writhing and struggling around with her asshole squeezing the strawberry.



Vanessa embraced the feeling. The more used she felt, the more debauched she acted, the closer she got to meeting the challenge. And the thought of being the nastiest slut the customers had ever witnessed turned her on immensely. Her lewd performance had already given her the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.



“Now, shit those fruits out and get yourself a good snack!” the guy ordered.



Before he could slap her angry red ass another time, Vanessa hastily started pushing. At once, the mob could see her strained anal ring starting to twitch. They could see the first strawberry slowly inching forward.



Vanessa had to strain herself immensely. She was struggling with the task. She had to take a deep breath and push with all her might. Once again, she was panting heavily.



Even when the strawberry was half way out, her sphincter was still hugging it with all its might. With one powerful thrust, her butthole finally opened up enough and the fruit shot out.



But it was only the first strawberry! There were 5 more to go!



Queeny Ho had to continue pushing as powerful as she could. The fruits were deeply planted up her rectum and her rosette didn’t let them go easily. With all the squeezing and pressing, the strawberries were tightly getting squeezed by her ass chute and red juice started leaking out of Vanessa’s gaping asshole.



It was an extremely vulgar and obscene sight. Vanessa’s raw, abused anal ring twitched and gaped while a red strawberry filled out the wide open o-ring and red juice oozed out running all over her wet pussy.



“Look at that!” some guy in the crowd remarked. “The fucktoy is a great fruit juicer, too.”



Vanessa had to take a break to catch a breath after each strawberry had popped out of her sore shitter. And after each fruit, her asshole looked more battered and swollen – a sight that only stoked up the crowd even more.



The final strawberry was the hardest as it had been pushed deep down her bowels. Eventually, the constant pushing and the steady pressure took its toll. Accidentally, Vanessa lost control of her bladder. Before the strawberry even showed its head at the exit of her wide open o-ring, a yellow piss stream sprayed out of her urethra. The hot yellow spurt explosively sloshed out of her. The piss stream was so strong it made a splattering sound when hitting the ground. Vanessa almost cried from shame when she uncontrollably pissed onto the stage for everyone to see.



Finally, the last strawberry popped out leaving all 6 fruits scattered in a puddle of red fruit juice and rancid piss. Immediately, the bandana-wearing biker jumped off his bar stool and grabbed Vanessa’s hair using it as the hair-handle. He made her crawl over to the puddle.



The fruits didn’t look too delicious. Most of them were squashed from her tight anal muscles and were swimming in a stinking mixture of piss and juice. Immediately, Vanessa’s face mirrored the disgusting sight. Her hair stood on end but she didn’t dare resisting the intimidating biker.



Reaching the revolting puddle, he dipped the redhead’s face straight into the gross mass. He rubbed Queeny Ho’s cheeks through the vile broth making her retch from the yucky smell. Then he ordered her to eat the strawberries off the filthy stage.



The crowd looked in disbelief as Vanessa once again behaved like the dim-wittedly devoted and obedient club pet. She picked each strawberry up with her teeth trying to avoid getting in touch with the vile piss and juice mix any further. Still, the fruits were drenched with her piss and had taken on the full anal flavour from her ass. It was a disgusting, yucky mixture that made the ginger whore grimace in disgust. Still, Vanessa gobbled down all 6 fruits entertaining the crowd with some funny faces. However, the biker wasn’t satisfied yet.



“C’mon fuckslut, be a good whore and drink your fresh ass smoothie!”



Despite Queeny Ho’s pleading glances, he mercilessly pushed her face back into the vile broth. Vanessa’s entire body shuddered when her lips touched the yucky muck and her legs desperately kicked out in despair. But she continued behaving like the obedient club pet. Providing greatest amusement to the crowd, she lapped up the whole stinking puddle accompanied by pitiful gagging sounds.



Vanessa couldn’t tell what was more degrading – getting used as a urinal by her nemesis Maria or having to lick up her own piss in front of an amused crowd. Anyways, the mixture of fruit juice, rancid piss, anal flavour and filth off the stage was the worst taste she had ever experienced.



When she was finally finished with her task, she looked up at the biker. He had a fat grin plastered onto his face.



“Bad taste?” he asked with a sarcastic tone.



When Vanessa weakly nodded in response he exclaimed.



“Let’s help you with that!”



With that said, he opened his pants and pulled out his erect cock. A second later, the other 5 guys had jumped off their bar stools and formed a circle around Queeny Ho. After Vanessa’s sizzling hot performance, they were close to cumming. One dick after the other exploded and the ginger whore was caught in a crossfire of cum. Their gooey cream completely glazed her face like a donut and splattered long strands of white sperm over her heavy juggs.







While the 6 guys stepped off the stage, the music continued and Vanessa scraped the drying cum off her face and tits. She made a show of swallowing every last drop with a smiling face. Any taste was better than the disgusting, gross flavour of the piss and fruit mix.



Slowly, her performance was taking a toll on Vanessa and she was feeling exhaustion spreading through her body. But her show wasn’t completed yet. She knew she only had a chance against Maria if she topped her show. Maria had only sucked off the two customers so Vanessa had to offer more than that.



As the men had loved watching the slut willingly abuse her asshole for their pleasure, she was convinced that they would love the final part of her performance even more.



She crawled back to the end of the stage and produced a new object from behind the curtain. Making her way back to the front, she showed the item off to the crowd. It was an inflatable plug.



One more time, she got up onto her feet and started dancing sexily to the music. She seductively sucked on the plug. When it was nice and wet, she turned around, bent forward and pushed the plug into her glistening, swollen pussy.



“Hmmm!” she purred when her pussy received some well deserved attention.



In a display of submissiveness, Vanessa got down onto her hands and knees. She grabbed the pump hanging off the plug, led the tube up to her face and put the pump into her mouth.



She started biting down onto the pump slowly blowing up the bulb in her pussy. She looked like a dog fetching a bone when she started blowing up the round plug. Slowly, the display of herself as a dim-wittedly devoted, obedient club pet was becoming the main theme of her show. And each time, it sent a chilling shudder of embarrassment down her spine.



The degrading display caused a new stir among the mob. Under their demeaning hollers, Vanessa crawled to the end of the stage, gathered up a few coins and crawled back to the front.



Usually, the coins were used as bottle deposits. Now, Vanessa threw the 4 chips into the crowd in order to determine the participants of the final part of her performance.



The 4 guys that caught the coins got waved up onto the stage by Vanessa. As soon as they arrived on the platform, she crawled from one to the other letting the pump drop from her mouth into their hands. Then she waited for them to pump up the pussy plug some more. The extreme subservience of the red-headed slut drove the man in the crowd wild.



Of course, the 4 participants made good use of the pump vigorously blowing up the pussy plug. Before Vanessa arrived at the final guy, the ballooned bulb already started to show.



As the bulb had a round shape, it didn’t slip out of her pussy though. It was pumped up way too much by now. Instead, it started expanding her crotch area. With every pump, her puffy cunt lips opened up a little bit further like a curtain getting shoved aside. With every pump, the hugely inflated black plug showed a little bit more. And with every pump, Vanessa had to spread her legs further apart while crawling over the stage.



After the final guy had finished blowing up the pussy plug to his taste, Vanessa was constantly moaning and squirming from the pressure. She couldn’t even close her legs anymore. It was a ridiculous sight of the ‘Red Rose Whore’ shakily crawling around with her legs spread so wide her fat fucktits almost touched the dirty ground.



Vanessa had felt stuffed beyond belief before with the fruits up her ass chute. But now, her vagina was stuffed even more. It felt like 2 or even 3 fists had been shoved up her cunt.



With difficulty, Queeny Ho crawled to one of the bar stools. She sat down on it in the most seductive way placing her feet on the foot rest and letting her curvy ass and expanded crotch hang off the end of the stool. This way, her fuckholes were perfectly positioned for a hard ramming.



She had to gulp down before announcing her plan. She knew that it wouldn’t be a walk in the park – not after the fruit stuffing she had endured before.



But her will to win the slut battle made her game for extreme measures. The chance to prove that she was the nastiest slut around had turned into a turn-on. The more she degraded herself in front of random strangers and the more she let them use her as nothing more than a fucktoy, the more the fire burning between her loins got fuelled.



So she addressed the 4 participants telling them in between moans.



“Please gentlemen, fuck that plug out of the whore’s cunt. Nail her ass until the plug pops out.”



In order to stir them on even more, she added.



“The winner gets to use the fuckwhore for the rest of the night for free!”



This caused admiring whistles among the crowd. And the 4 participants couldn’t pounce at her fast enough. The fastest guy was one of the regulars. He had positioned himself with his pants around his feet and his erect dick in his hand as soon as she had finished her announcement.



The inflated plug closed her ass pipe up tightly. But the fruit stuffing had ripped Vanessa’s asshole enough to keep her red o-ring slightly gaping open. So the participant was greeted by a raw, creased rosette invitingly winking at him.



The guy didn’t dwell on the obscene sight for too long though. Instead, he hammered his straining cock straight through her anal ring and went balls deep in one go. With Vanessa positioned on the bar stool, he was able to ram her ass from atop. This way, his cock pressed against the blown-up pussy plug in a good angle to push the bulb out. Instantly, Vanessa’s tightly constricted ass pipe was torn open making her scream and grunt.



“Ouuuhhh!… Ah! Ah! Ah! Ouuuhhh!…”



After watching Maria’s vulgar pole dance and Vanessa’s perverse anal show, he was too aroused though. He was only able to ream her ass for a few minutes before his balls boiled over. With a loud grunt his cock erupted and his white gooey sperm coated the insides of Vanessa’s bowels.



Vanessa looked at him almost disappointedly. But the next cock was up her butt as soon as the guy had stepped away. The dick belonged to one of the college blokes. He was in his twenties and proved to have a lot more stamina using the ‘bar stool ass ram position’ to its fullest effect.



With each hand, he grabbed one of Vanessa’s upper arms and pulled them back using them like reins. This way, the ginger whore had to arch her back like a bow causing her full ripe melons to stick out even further from her chest.



The young bloke laid his full body weight into each thrust jackhammering her ass like there was no tomorrow. His powerful thrusts made the redhead’s fucktits bounce wildly and jiggle up and down. Her vocal reactions commented each stroke with a loud scream in rhythm with the rapid speed of his fucking.



The bloke’s cock pushed the blown-up plug mercilessly against Vanessa’s inner cunt lips. It put an incredible strain on her poor pussy but it gave her twat a completely new feeling. With each thrust drilled down Vanessa’s ass pipe, the crowd saw the whore’s cunthole opening and closing. Her fuckhole steadily stretched and contracted against the insistent plug.



With each stroke in and out of Queeny Ho’s twitching anal orifice, the young bloke’s dick pushed against the soft inner tissue that separated her pussy and ass. Thereby, the membrane was firmly pressed against the pussy plug. The sensitive tissue was mercilessly grinded like grain in a mill.



It was an incredible combination of sensations surging through Vanessa’s body. The grinding of the soft tissue, the merciless stretching of her constricted ass chute and the strain from the pussy plug were driving her nuts. It was an extreme mixture of pleasure and pain. A mixture her body had been conditioned to react to with the most ecstatic orgasms Vanessa could achieve. A mixture the redhead loved by now.



The ecstatic feelings were overwhelming her reducing her to a steadily moaning doll. If the young bloke hadn’t held her arms, she would have slipped off the bar stool.

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