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“Ugh. I hate group jobs. I swore after the last one, never again.” Molly groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. She and Shayla were lying in a queen-sized bed, taking full advantage of the five hours left on Molly’s last trick’s luxury suite.

“These guys are different.” Shayla sighed dreamily, twirling her long, blonde extensions. She had been acting strange since she got back from last week’s group gig. “They’re not frat boys–to them, its like, spiritual or something.”

Molly raised a suspicious eyebrow. She loved Shayla, but they were in the business for different reasons altogether–Molly started working as an “escort” to pay for school, Shayla because she was had dropped out of high school and found herself with no other skills. She got fucked often enough, she reasoned, why not get paid for it? Molly, alternately, didn’t date at all through school–too busy with research and writing. She didn’t mind sex with clients, it wasn’t much worse than waitressing, and paid much better, at least. She thought she’d fall right into a good, straight job as soon as she graduated–two years ago. The economy was, she joked bitterly and often, literally fucking her.

“You do remember my last, and only, private party?” Molly asked Shayla. It had been a sad little frat affair–five or ten fat, loud, drunk guys who attempted to gang-bang her, but only two or three managed to keep a hard dick. She’d had to suck limp cocks that dripped with early ejaculate, while sticky, soft hands searched her body, groping her breasts and sloppily slapped her pussy. Molly had slept with old men, with very old men, with men whose disabilities caused her to manually erect their penises with pumps or fingers in their asses, and she’d taken it all in stride. Men like that usually treated her with respect. They were happy just to have a pretty girl treating their cocks nicely in their bed–happy to have her lithe, firm body next to them, to watch her dark, curly hair bob in their laps. She didn’t even mind the occasional face fuck from these guys, or the odd “bitch” and “whore” thrown out at the height of passion (so long as the apologized before their load had gone cold inside her). But those entitled assholes groping her, without the decency to even stay hard in front of her beautiful, pert tits? No thank you.

“I swear these guys are different.” Shayla giggled, rolling over. “God, just thinking about it makes me wet. Wanna feel?”

“Nice try, lady.” Molly pushed her away.

“Oh, come on.” Shayla said, licking her lips enticingly, her hand creeping to Molly’s breast.

“What’s so different about them?” Molly asked, sighing, acquiescing to Shayla’s hand under her robe, feeling the warmth radiating from her tweaked nipple.

“I’m not allowed to say.” Shayla answered, beginning to suck Molly’s nipple. She moved an expert hand to Moll’s cunt and started to massage. This, Molly had decided long ago, was a perk of the job. She liked sex–when her partners were good at it–and Shayla as good at it. Gender didn’t matter as much, these days. “Part of their deal. But its a thousand a guy.”

“Fuck!” Molly exclaimed, as Shayla’s finger slipped inside of her, in response to both the sensation and the price.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Molly said. “After I do you!.” The girls laughed and pulled off one another’s robes, as Molly buried her face in Shayla’s shaven cunt.

The address was not what Molly had been expecting. Usually, group jobs were in back of a bar, or at some sad little frat house or ranch style in a cheap suburb. This place was nice– an older, somewhat Victorian house. She hadn’t even been instructed to go in a back door. She had quite a list of instructions. Not to bathe, to show up dressed modestly, with complex undergarments. The man, who called himself Brother Heavener, had specified complex, he didn’t seem to care about sexy.

She rang the doorbell, and was happy when it was answered by a handsome man in his mid thirties, with clear blue eyes, a broad chest and shaggy hair that fell to his broad jaw line. He smiled, and in a strange way, Molly trusted him immediately.

“Brother Heavener?” She reached her hand out to meet his.

“Yes, beautiful girl. And your name is not Starla.” He kissed her on the cheek. Starla was the name Molly used for tricks, and only seldom was it questioned.

She smiled, and allowed herself to be led inside. The house was lavishly decorated, and she wondered what kind of person would fill their house with gorgeous antiques and gang-bangs.

“No, you’re right about that.” she said.

“For this to work, we’ll need to know your real name.” Brother Heavener said.

“Like Heavener is your real name.” She teased.

“It is now.” He looked into her eyes intensely, and to her great surprise, Molly found herself getting wet.

“For what to work?” Molly changed the subject.

“We’re a group that specifies in…well, transcendent experiences for women. May I kiss you?”

Molly was flustered. She had never been asked this before. “Sure.” Heavener kissed her deeply on the mouth, sucking her lower lip, looping her arms around her and pulling her in close. She expected to feel a raging hard on, but there was nothing. As if sensing her misgiving, Heavener said :

“We all have excellent self control. Until you’re ready, I’m not ready. Thank you for the kiss. You’re a very sensual woman. Are you ready to meet the group?”

Brother Heavener placed a strong hand in the small of Molly’s back and led her to the next room, where five other men waited. Molly blanched a little, realizing with a group this small, each would expect a turn, probably in all of her holes. At least with awful frat jobs there were a lot of spectators–nothing wore her out quite like too many customers in one day. Sensing her distress, Heavener leaned and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. We can give you time.”

Time for what? Molly wondered.

Heavener led her to an old fashioned chaise–upholstered in leather, lying on it arced her back, and, she knew, would offer easy access when the men began straddling her.

The other men stayed quiet, and instead of rubbing themselves as she was so used to men doing when they saw her laid out, could not take their eyes off her.

“Goddess Shayla was right about you.” One finally spoke. He was smaller, with dark hair and eyes, and broad hands. Goddess? Molly thought.

“She said you were gorgeous.”

The other men nodded in assent.

“Did she say anything else about me?” Molly asked, teasingly. It helped her to take on a persona of playful sexuality in these situations, despite her usual reluctance.

“She said you’d try to joke your way around this.” Another man answered. He was dark-skinned, with wide shoulders and a sly smile.

“You need to be yourself, Goddess. Be honest.” One of the remaining men, identical to the one sitting next to him twins?! thought Molly said, and the brothers nodded their close-cut blonde heads together.

“Enough talk.” Heavener said. “Let’s get started. ” James, ready our Goddess.”

The dark-skinned man nodded, and removed Molly’s outer coat. He brushed his lips across her neck and she shivered.

“Not ready yet?” Heavener asked. “That’s fine. Let me tell you what we do here.”

Molly felt James’s big, strong hands slide down her sides, feeling the taught shape made by her corset. His fingers started on the laces, loosening them, but he did not yet expose her breasts.

“We show women how far they can go. Tim, get the oil.” Heavener gestured to the small man, who produced a bottle of a sweet-smelling oil he began to rub between his hands.

“We make them come.” Heavener continued, as James’ hands eased Molly’s stockings off, as she lifted each leg obediently. He was nuzzling his nose against her neck again, and now she acquiesced. Somehow, she felt more comfortable already. ” It’s almost a…spiritual experience for us.” Heavener said, as the man he’d called Tim began to massage the oil into Molly’s legs. She let out a little moan, and allowed herself to be lifted by James’ strong arms and laid her down on the chaise. Tim massaged in wider and wider strokes, nearer and nearer Molly’s shaven pussy. Involuntarily, she arced her back toward the sensation.

“Does that feel good?” Heavener asked.

Molly nodded. It was rare that a trick actually made her feel good–but she could feel herself getting wet. She wanted a hand on her cunt.

“Ask.” Heavener demanded.

“Rub my cunt.” She gasped, feeling Tim’s hand immediately move to her mound, holding her whole pussy. He kneaded it firmly, and she felt herself slipping.

“Goddess Molly, do you give us permission to make you feel good?”

Molly nodded desperately, grinding her hips against Tim’s eager hand.

“You won’t be able to respond later. You need to be sure.”

James slipped her corset off, flicking her nipples. Molly moaned and instinctively started pushing her tits up toward him.

“Yes, yes. Make me feel good, make me cum!” She leaned her head back and James kissed her upside down, long and sensually, sucking her sweet bottom lip. The twins moved to her tits, each taking a nipple in their mouths and sucking deep. Molly gasped and looked to Tim desperately. As if reading her mind, he moved his head between her legs and began to lick. He was merciless, and talented. She had never been eaten so well. The twins continued sucking, as James offered deep kisses–and Molly was shocked to feel she was close to coming. She gasped.

Heavener laughed. “First one of the night. Do her, boys.” Molly’s body flushed, and she writhed beneath the men–only to feel them pull away.

“What? Please, please! Finish me!” She pleaded. Heavener himself smiled, and gestured to the men. She looked around and saw all their erect cocks, and knew what they were asking.

“You!” She said to Tim “In my pussy! And you!” She looked up at James “Get that cock in my mouth.” Secretly, Molly loved giving head, loved the feel of wrapping her lips really thick, really hard, pulsing dick. As if they had practiced a thousand times before, she felt both holes filled up at once–Tim slid in and James pulled her head back, shoving his giant cock inside. Molly had never felt so filled up–the men moved in perfect rhythm, as the twins moved their hands all over her body.

“Faster! Harder!” She shouted frantically, before pulling James’ cock back inside her mouth. Tim pounded harder, faster, as one of the twins rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“I can’t hold it anymore!” Tim shouted, grunting. With one final thrust, he let lose a huge, hot load of cum into Molly’s pussy. Feeling the stick sperm inside her pushed Molly over the edge, and she came again, her contracting cunt pushing some of the load out.

She lay panting. She couldn’t move any more–she paralyzed with pleasure.

James grabbed her head, and roughly shoved his cock in over and over. Molly didn’t care, it felt so good to be wanted so badly.

“Shoot it.” She muttered, unsure if he could understand. “I want to eat your cum.” She sucked as hard as she could muster, and feeling James’ balls jerk, swallowed the hot spurt of cum from his thick black dick.

“Goddess has a sweet mouth.” He said, and kissed her, even as his own cum dripped from her lips. Molly felt so satisfied, sucking on his lips with savor. She was limp with pleasure, exhausted with the force of her pleasure, as she felt herself lifted from the chaise.

“We always share.” One of the twins whispered, his breath warm on her neck. She leaned in to kiss him on the mouth, and used what little strength she had left to reach back and stroke his brother’s hair. She’d heard Shayla talk about this kind of experience before, being passed back and forth between two cocks–Shayla, of course, loved it. It wasn’t until she felt a hard cock pushed against her asshole that she realized what the men intended to do to her.

“No…” she gasped “No DP.”

The twin to her back began to massage her ass, stroking her hole.

“We only want to make you feel good.”

The men had proved themselves at this, Molly thought. She felt him push again at her anus with his thick cock tip. She was so wet from her cunt, dripping with both her juices and Tim’s cum she felt it slide in easily, and out again just as easily.

“Do it. Pound my ass and pussy together.” She moaned, as the twins worked together, bouncing her on their identical dicks. She’d expected a sawing motion, being pushed back and forth between the men, but they worked in perfect rhythm, thrusting as one. They grunted, she could tell they were feeling their cocks rub together as they stretched her holes–she’d never been part of something so dirty. She began to thrust on her own, finding her second wind, winning another orgasm that gushed her own fluids and the cum inside her. The brothers, for their part, reached around Molly, pressing her close between them as they simultaneously unloaded into her raw cunt and her virgin asshole, kissing either side of her neck, their tongues occasionally finding one another. They kissed her gently on her cheek and forehead as they withdrew they cocks and lay her back on the chaise, where she sprawled, her holes oozing with cum, red, swollen. On her breasts and ass were small, thumbprint bruises of passion that matched a few she’d laid on the men too.

Brother Heavener approached her.


Molly shook her head.

“I can’t, I can’t come anymore, I can barely move!”

He shushed her.

“You don’t have to. Nothing I love like a spent Goddess.” He stroked his penis, as Molly watched it get thicker even than it had been as he watched her. She was too exhausted to demur, to say it was bad form for an escort to just lie back and take it.

Brother Heavener slid into Molly’s newly-widened pussy, sluicing through his associate’s cum. Molly lay panting as Heavener picked up speed. Strangely, she felt her clit stirring again–there was no way she could come one more time.

“Ah, you like that, right?” Heavener asked, and she nodded weakly. He put a thumb to her clit and rubbed with his rhythmic motions. “You’ve been beautiful, you know that?” He asked her, leaning down to lick her nipples of the sweat and cum that soaked them. “One of the best.” He said, a final thrust, and she felt his cock pulse, twitch, hot, thick jets inside her –

But more than that, she felt a tingling that started in her toes, a warmth that spread up her legs, through her chest, getting hotter at her cunt, and she felt herself squirting–something Molly never believed possible–as her body shook with the force of the strongest orgasm she’d ever felt.

Molly fainted.

“Wake up, sleepy-slut.” Molly heard Shayla call in a sing song voice.

“What happened?” Molly asked “Where are the boys?”

Shayla shrugged.

“They’ve gone. That’s how they do their thing–but they called me to pick you up.” Molly thought to be embarrassed, as covered in cum and sweat as she was, but found herself quite clean. Someone had obviously bathed her carefully, gently even–the soreness she felt after a group job had been assuaged by a salve one of the kind men had massaged into her over-worked pussy.

Molly tried to stand, but Shayla stopped her.

“Don’t try, lady. Or should I say Goddess.” she laughed.

“They called you that too?”

Shayla nodded.

“They aren’t a cult, I don’t think. just, hangers on. Worshippers of the Goddess.”

“Temple Goddesses are hard to come by, these days, I guess.” Molly laughed, letting Shayla lead her toward the door.

“Oh, no. I think they make us come pretty easy.” Shayla smiled, as the two women hobbled back to their car, both aglow with sex and vitality.

It was a warm night in June. The moon was hidden by low hanging clouds that allowed only the light of a few stars to sneak through; Still, the parking lot was aglow from the lights of the truck stop and from the dozens of trucks that were parked in rows on the hot asphalt. The air smelled of diesel exhaust and the sound of those big engines echoed across the parking area. This particular truck stop was well known as a place where local hookers plied their trade. That, of course, was why we were there. I was with my best friend, Jenny Pickford. I was dressed in knee high black boots, a short black skirt and a sinfully sheer lace top that well accented my 32 C chest. My dark red hair splashed casually over my shoulders and drooped to the middle of my back. I had more makeup than I would normally think of wearing. There were several lubricated condoms in my clutch purse. My knees were shaking and I was so nervous I was afraid I would puke, but I steeled my nerves, knocked on the door of the truck and asked the man if he wanted a date.

He looked me over slowly, undressing me with his eyes before asking me, “How much?” I told him, “Twenty.” He invited me into the cab of his truck. It was a big truck with a large square hood and a sleeper with strings of lights on the top and bottom. At the front of the hood was a silver swan. The inside of the truck looked like leather, but other than the seats I was sure it was vinyl. The dash was made to look like wood. The seats had air valves on them which made them go up or down. The truck smelled a little like stale body odor; as did he; but there was some kind of citrus scented air freshener that attempted to make the truck smell better. There was a large stick shift between the seats and a plastic tube of dim blue lights across the back wall of the sleeper. There was also a refrigerator and a microwave in the sleeper, so the truck had more amenities than some hotels. The bed was actually full sized and somewhat mussed up. I was pretty sure the sheets were only changed when he went home to his wife.

Why was I there? I wasn’t a pro or some desperate junkie needing a fix. I was from a middle class family. I carried a 3.75 GPA in high school. No, this all started because Jenny Pickford and I started talking about dares at a slumber party. It was an “I will if you will” contest of willpower and nerve. Jenny had just climbed up into a blue Volvo. There was no way I could back out and let her win. I wasn’t going to let her call me a chicken even if I was scared. I had never engaged in casual sex but I certainly wasn’t a virgin. I had lost my virginity when I was 16. That was a year earlier.

The trucker handed me a twenty which I nervously put into my clutch purse. Maybe I was selling myself too cheaply, but I wasn’t sure I’d get the nerve to knock on another door if I got turned down. I gave him a smile and stepped back into the sleeper. As he followed, I peeled off my lace top and sat it aside. My hands were shaking as I reached for the latch to my skirt, but if I didn’t go fast I’d loose my nerve. I loosened the skirt and let it fall to the floor. When I sat down on the edge of the bed to remove my boots, he told me, “Leave them on.” His eyes were locked on my body with lust. Other than the boots I was naked now since I hadn’t worn either a bra or panties. As I moved to lie on my side on the sweat stained sheet, I gave him my most seductive smile.

He peeled his T shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I never asked him his name and he never asked mine. I would have lied, of course. He looked older than my father. His hair was thin and gray. He had a bad comb over and a pot belly. As he stepped out of his jeans I could see that he had graying pubes and a fat cock which was mostly erect. He wasn’t shy about grabbing me by the back of the neck and pushing that cock into my mouth. I accepted him with faked eagerness, despite the fact that it tasted like sweat. I reached out and stroked him as I sucked on him. He started to thrust into my mouth, but I had my hand there to make sure he didn’t gag me. After a moment I’d sucked his cock clean and there was just a hint of pre-cum coating my taste buds. His cock was growing harder in my mouth. I could feel his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling it. This guy obviously had no interest in gentle love making. He’d paid for a whore, and he was going to fuck me like one.

I have to admit that despite being scared as hell, I was turned on by the whole adventure. I reached down and casually traced a finger over my labia. My finger slid easily over the moisture that was forming on my soft skin. He watched me of course, so I wiped my finger over my nipples to make them glisten. For an older guy he could sure get hard. He wasn’t hung like a porn star or exceptionally long but he was thick enough that his cock was beginning to make my jaw hurt.

I took a condom from the packet and put it on him. I’ve heard of hookers who would put the condom in their mouths and sneak it on while they were blowing the guy, but I never developed that skill and I certainly never considered myself a hooker. After all, this had nothing whatever to do with the money. This was all about showing Jenny that I had the guts to go through with it. I did know how to put a condom on. I had experience with two boyfriends who believed it was bad karma for the man to do it. Maybe they were just lazy.

The man joined me on the bed and lifted my left leg up, then my right. His thick hands slid under my knees and he pushed my knees back against my shoulders. I could feel the tip of his cock against my opening. Since his hands were occupied and I certainly didn’t want him sliding one inch further south, I reached down and guided him into me. When the tip was just inside me he paused for an instant before pushing the entire length into me with one hard shove. The suddenness of it made me cry out. If I could have moved I would have jumped. Suddenly I was impaled by a fat old cock that had just purchased the right to fuck the hell out of me. The truck driver was going to make the most of that right.

With my knees against my shoulders all I could do was to grip the sheets. He began to slam into me with a vengeance. I know that I was in the middle of 40 tons of steel and freight, but after a few hard thrusts I could actually feel the truck rocking from the forcefulness of this man’s actions. I fought the desire to close my eyes and turn away. Instead I looked into his eyes and pretended I was enjoying every hard thrust. He was literally beating the hell out of me in that sleeper. My previous boyfriends were athletes who could fuck sometimes for ten minutes. This guy was still power fucking me twenty minutes later. Every time he got close to cumming he stopped to change positions and then continued. The only break I got was when I was riding him, and even then he grabbed my hips and slammed me onto him roughly.

Eventually he placed me on my stomach with a pillow under my hips. He was holding my wrists to the bed and pounding at me from behind. I felt the sensation that I had to pee and I knew his cock was hitting my G spot. Despite the fact that I was getting sore, I felt the pressure building inside me. I needed to cum and this was the perfect position. I even kind of liked that fact that he was pinning me down and being rough with me. It made my submissive side come out. I whimpered and moaned as he manhandled me. I was getting closer to orgasm by the second. He kept his rhythm until I completely lost control. I screamed into the pillow as my body convulsed on his cock. It was my greatest orgasm ever!

I could feel his cock throbbing as well. He slid out of me and pulled off the condom, then pushed his fat cock into my mouth and began to stroke rapidly. Almost before I realized what he was doing the first jets of cum hit the back of my throat. I gulped it down and tried not to think about the rather unattractive man who was feeding his cum to me. I was never especially fond of the taste. His cum was thick and the flavor was obviously influenced by coffee and cigarettes. It left my breath smelling like chlorine.

He rolled over and lay on his back as I got dressed. We said our goodbyes and I climbed back out of the truck. The night cool air felt good as I sucked it into my lungs. For a moment I stood there thinking about what had just happened. My pussy still throbbed and I cold almost still feel that thick cock inside me. There were other girls wandering around. These were the pros. The truckers call them “Lot Lizards.” I wanted to keep a wide berth of them since my dare took away from their business.

My footsteps seemed to echo off the trucks as I started back toward my car. It was dark outside I was feeling particularly vulnerable. I was way out of my element here. When I was nearly back to the safety of my car where I had planned to wait for Jenny I saw her walking toward me. She had a tall black truck driver on either side of her and a fresh fucked glow on her face.

“Hey, Nikki, I’ve been looking for you,” she said. “I’ve got some new friends who are dying to meet you.”

I looked at her and then at the two black men with her. They both looked like they were in their early forties. I would soon learn that they were brothers, just a year apart. Abner was the older of the two. His arms were huge. He had the look of someone who had been lifting weights all his life. He must have stood about six foot six, which made him a giant compared to me at five foot two. His black hair was cut short. His shirt was partially unbuttoned revealing a furry chest. His brother was named Bryon. Bryon was as tall as his brother but with longer hair. He was much leaner. Both of the men had tattoos which suggested to me that they’d either been in gangs, had done some time in prison or both. Between them was Jenny; a short haired blonde trouble maker who was about three inches taller than me.

“Come on. You’ve got to see this sleeper,” Jenny said when we’d all been introduced. “This thing’s huge! It’s like a house inside.”

The truck was hooked up to a moving company trailer and sure enough, it was huge. The sleeper alone was twelve feet long. I was very nervous about stepping into the cab with these men. It wasn’t that I was prejudiced because I wasn’t, despite the years of listening to my father rant about nearly everyone who wasn’t Catholic and Caucasian. It was more the fact that they just looked like they could be rough. Maybe it was the tattoos. I agreed to take a peek, but just to have a look. I said that we had better hurry home. I reminded Jenny that my parents would be home soon and that we had BETTER be there. They wouldn’t actually be home that night at all, but that was the cover story we had agreed upon.

The sleeper was like an apartment. It had a bathroom and shower, a full kitchen, its own generator, its own air conditioner, satellite TV, a very good stereo system and a table that folded down into a full sized bed. It was all trimmed in oak. Indirect lighting gave a seductive glow to the inside of the sleeper. Very noticeably at each end of the bed were three tie down rings; one on each side and one in the middle. They looked like they were used for tying up girls, not tying down cargo.

“This is incredible,” I said. I felt more than a little uncomfortable at the moment. “But we really have to be going.”

“No, we don’t have to go anywhere,” Jenny assured the two men. “As long as we’re home by morning, we’re cool.”

I looked at her as if I’d been betrayed. Jenny just smiled back at me. “Relax, Nikki,” she said. “You’re too uptight. I’ll be here. Besides. The guys are paying us a hundred each for three hours.” She’d already taken the deal without asking me? I just wanted to go home. “I’ll take Abner first,” she said.”

With that she turned and gave the older brother a deep soul kiss. I was searching for the words to protest. For an instant I was too stunned to speak. Then Bryon was behind me. His hands wrapped around me. His right hand lifted under my short skirt to rub over my uncovered flesh. His left hand gently massaged my breasts and tugged at my nipples. He was kissing my neck and grinding his bulging jeans against my ass. I knew these guys were trouble. I knew I should run, but I just stood there; getting more turned on by the second. I closed my eyes for a moment as Bryon caressed and kissed me. When I opened them, Jenny was in front of us on her knees slobbering all over the biggest cock I had ever seen.

I have to admit that the sight of that turned me on. I could still escape, but that window of opportunity was quickly coming to a close. I knew I should go, but I couldn’t quite pull myself away. When Bryon slipped his finger into my pussy, I let out a soft moan and leaned back against him. I wasn’t going anywhere. The anticipation of what was going to happen during the next three hours had me both scared and squirming in anticipation. My father would be so ashamed of what I was about to do he would never forgive me if he ever found out. What was left of my innocence was about to be ripped away. At the moment, I couldn’t wait to see it go.

Bryon began to pull my top off. I responded by lifting my arms so he could easily pull it off. Then my skirt dropped to my ankles and I too was on my knees, seeking out his cock. When I took it out of his pants I gasped in surprise. It was even bigger than Abner’s. It felt like it weighed five pounds. I shuddered in anticipation of feeling this monster inside me. Could I even handle a cock this big? I lifted it and teased my tongue around the tip before putting it in my mouth. It was definitely a jaw stretcher. I used plenty of saliva as I stroked and sucked him.

Bryon’s cock got thicker and harder in my mouth. I took it out and ran my open mouth and tongue up and down the length of him, and then lightly stroked it as I slobbered over his balls and sucked on them. He was getting more and more aroused. I was stalling a little. I could feel myself getting juicier by the moment and I was going to need a lot of lubricant to get his cock inside me.

Jenny got up and mover over beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders so I slid mine around her waist. The two brothers stood side by side while we knelt there, sucking their cocks. Then they stepped back and switched places. Suddenly I was sucking Abner’s cock and Jenny was sucking Bryon. The amazing thing was that I wasn’t even put off by the idea. I guess I had already determined that whatever happened just happened. I turned and gave Jenny a long, sexy kiss. I thought that the two of us kissing over a hard cock was sexy as hell, so we gave each of the guys a little teamwork as we kissed and slobbered over their cocks, double teaming them one at a time.

The two guys went to lie on the bed, with their heads at opposite ends. Jenny climbed up first and lowered herself on to Bryon’s cock. I was fascinated as I watched it slowly disappearing inside her. Then it was my turn to climb up on Abner. I whimpered out loud as I stuffed myself with that huge cock. It seemed to go up inside me forever. When we were both fully impaled Jenny gripped my hair, pulled me to her and gave me a deep kiss. That took me by surprise, but the guys liked it so I just went with it. We began to make out as we rode the two large cocks. She slid her hand down my stomach to my clit, so I returned the favor. I had never considered having sex with another girl, but this was different. This was a show we were putting on.

After a few moments Jenny and I were both pretty well worked up. We rode the now slick cocks and continued to tease each other. I leaned over to suck a firm nipple into my mouth. I could taste Jenny’s sweat on my tongue. She had nice breasts; bigger than mine and full, with dark nipples that got very hard when sucked. I was getting close to another orgasm and I wanted to cum with Jenny. Her reactions told me she was getting close as well. The guys were saying something, but neither of us paid them any attention. We were slamming our bodies on hard cocks and rubbing each other’s clits. We came at about the same time. Jenny and I kissed and rubbed tongues as our bodies lubricated the thick cocks that we had impaled ourselves on.

We switched partners after that. I knelt down to lick Jenny’s fluids off Bryon’s cock while she did the same with Abner. Then we climbed up on our respective cocks and the show resumed. We had to stop a couple of times because the guys nearly came. It was too early for that.

Eventually Abner pulled Jenny down so that she was lying on his chest. Bryon stood beside the bed and pulled her over enough so that she could suck his cock while Abner fucked her. I wasn’t sure what they were doing until Bryon tossed me a bottle of KY Liquid and told me to put it in her ass. Jenny whimpered something around the cock in her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if it was encouragement or a protest. I put some of the lube on my finger and applied some directly to her anal muscle. It felt strangely erotic to slide my finger into my friend’s ass. Jenny moaned as I added more lube and continued. I worked my finger around to pull at her muscle so that when I added a second finger it would be easier. Then I put my fingertips together and worked three fingers into her ass. I could feel her cumming as I twisted my fingers around in her ass. Abner was slowly rocking into her pussy and Bryon was pumping his cock back and forth into her mouth.

Bryon pulled back and slapped his cock over her face, then moved to where I was. Before I got off the bed he had me work the lubricant onto his cock. I put plenty of lube over his thick shaft and rubbed it in, then moved aside. He told me to hold Jenny’s ass cheeks apart. I did, and it gave me a close up view of his cock forcing into her tight ass. She squirmed and whimpered as he pushed it deeper, all the while begging him not to stop. I thought at that moment that Jenny was crazy. The guys weren’t going to leave me out of the mix so I was told to climb up and straddle Abner’s head so he could lick my pussy while they double teamed Jenny. Since Jenny and I were then facing each other, we caressed each other’s breasts and made out. I reached down and very gently ran my fingertips over her clit as Bryon fucked her ass roughly. She must have liked it, because after a few moments she came so furiously I was afraid she’d injure herself.

Abner gave out a string of profanities and began to cum in Jenny’s pussy. He held her tightly by the hips and pulled her onto him as he erupted inside her. When he was finished, he pulled out of her and slid out from under her. Bryon rolled her over onto all fours and slid his cock into her wet pussy. As he prepared to cum in her, Abner had me sit me down on the floor. I had no idea what he was up to at the moment. Then Bryon shot his load into Jenny’s pussy to mix with Abner’s. After a few final thrusts and a number of obscenities, he pulled out and pulled Jenny off the bed. Then I knew what their plan was. Jenny stood above me in a partial squat as I let the men’s cum fill my mouth. Then we shared a long, cummy kiss before I resumed the position and finished licking her clean. I was just licking up cum so it really didn’t matter that I was licking it out of my friend’s pussy… or so I told myself.

The guys needed a break. We did too, but we were on the clock. While the men relaxed and drank a beer, Jenny and I climbed up on the bed and began to 69 each other. This time it wasn’t about licking up a guy’s cum, it was about pleasing each other and making the guys hot. I have to admit that I very much enjoyed it. I liked it enough that I decided we would have to do this again when it was just us. Jenny’s tongue drove me wild. She was much better at this than I was. I tried to do the things to her that she was doing to me, and she obviously liked it as well. When she slid two fingers into my pussy to massage my G spot, though, she wouldn’t let me touch hers. I guess she was still pretty sensitive.

Jill leaned against her car, looked at her watch, and then looked over her shoulder at the cigarette and adult novelty store’s “Closed” sign. She had driven halfway across town in an effort to not be recognized. She still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to picking up the party favors for her daughter’s best friend’s bachelorette party.

Other than the finger-sized vibrator Jill acquired in college almost 20 years ago, she had never used or seen an adult phallic toy. But that was exactly what the bride-to-be wanted to hand out as gifts to the 20 or so women invited to the party. Jill reminded her that some of the women were as young as 18, but some were as old as 60. The bride-to-be was firm on what she wanted. She even provided Jill with a list of various vibrators and dildos so there would be an assortment.

Jill looked on the Internet, but couldn’t seem to find exactly what was on the list. She looked through the phone book and only found three adult novelty stores in town. Two of the three were in bad parts of town, but one was not far from the airport, and was more of a tobacco store than a porn shop. Jill decided to start there.

She called first, and read off a few of the toys on the list. The gentleman that answered the phone thought he had a few in the stockroom, so it wouldn’t be a wasted trip.

From the corner of her eye, Jill could see the “Closed” sign being flipped to “Open.”

Time to get on with it.

The storefront appeared clean, bright, and smelled of tobacco. In fact, Jill was a little worried she had gone to the wrong place. The bell clanged as the door closed behind her. A short, small-framed man with horn-rimmed glasses instantly appeared from the back of the store.

He almost tripped when he looked up to see Jill. She wasn’t the usual clientele.

At 38, Jill looked good. Some would say too good. She married right after high school, and had her daughter less than a year afterward. After her pregnancy, Jill worked hard to maintain a healthy physique, and at first glance, she could easily be mistaken for a girl in her 20′s, especially at work. Her daughter became increasingly independent over the last few years, so Jill had more time to do some of the things she had always wanted.

Her husband had been promoted to a position requiring more time abroad than at home, so Jill looked into selling real estate as a way to fill her time. Selling houses was better than watching soap operas in Jill’s book, and it paid better, too. With a little help from some veteran agents, her good looks, and dressing for success, Jill made enough in a year to pay for the new Lexus parked outside.

She had left the office at 4pm, hoping the tobacco store would be open while it was still daylight. Her work clothes were tasteful, but also just a little bit sexy. Her coworkers showed her data on how sex sells, even in real estate, but none of them admitted to having done more than tease in order to make a sale. Jill had gone as far as letting an older gentleman grope her ass while she showed him a $1M home, but she never went any farther. Unlike some of her coworkers, she never had to.

The storeowner seemed to stop dead in his tracks as he took in the sight of her. Her high heels, long legs, short skirt, and open blouse were completely foreign to him outside of the magazines and videos he pandered. Her radiant red hair and deep blue eyes sparkled in the setting sun peering through the shop’s windows.

“Can I help you, missy?” the storeowner asked.

“I don’t know. I think I might be in the wrong place.” Jill answered sheepishly.

“Not if you’re the lady that called an hour ago, asking about some dildos.” He acted as if he talked about them every day.

Jill nodded, her face turning red from embarrassment.

“Follow me.” The storeowner walked toward the back of the store and through a black curtain.

Jill’s heels clicked as she stepped though the opening to the back part of the store. The floor was unfinished cement — much noisier than the carpeted floor in the tobacco part.

Jill had never been in an adult novelty store, bookstore, or video arcade. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement.

She had heard from her husband and his friends about the kind of men that would hang out in such places. For the moment, she was relieved that she was the only customer.

Jill looked at a few magazines, DVDs, and then found a wall full of various phallic shapes. She had never seen anything like them. She was particularly impressed at the size of some of the toys.

“Do women actually use these to masturbate?” Jill asked.

“Sometimes, men too.” The storeowner smirked.

He handed her three boxes. “I pulled these from the back after you called. It’s all we have on your list. You’ll probably have better luck finding the rest at the other places in town, you just have to be careful.”

“What do you mean?” Jill asked, more curious than worried.

“I mean those places are in a little rougher part of town. You might want to rethink your outfit. Tone it down a bit.” He said, looking at her hardened nipples pushing through the fabric of her blouse.

Jill could see him staring at her breasts, but wasn’t offended. She was used to it.

She was a real estate agent. She knew the town.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” Jill politely smiled as she walked towards an opening on the far wall.

Lights flashed around the doorframe. Through the door was a hallway with several doors on either side.

“What’s in here?” Jill asked.

“Those are preview rooms.” The storeowner almost laughed as he answered. “A few years ago, that was where you could take a video tape and watch it before you bought it. The previous owner upgraded for DVDs, but nowadays, you can watch the same stuff at home, on your computer. Only people that go in there now are just interested in anonymous blowjobs through the glory holes. Cops keep cracking down on it, making me board up the holes, but the low-life’s figure out a way to make new ones. Plus, it’s a real pain in the butt to keep the floor clean.”

Jill walked down the hall and opened one of the doors. Inside the booth, there was a plastic patio furniture chair, an ashtray, and a monitor with coin slots and a channel button. She looked down and found she was standing in a slimy substance, and then carefully stepped out of the hallway and back into the store.

“Surreal” was all Jill could muster.

The storeowner looked into the booth after she stepped out. “Ahh crap. I’m really sorry about that. I thought I cleaned them all out last night.” He quickly stepped into a utility room and started running the water to fill up a mop bucket.

“I guess I can ring you up and get you on your way, missy,” the storeowner paused. “Unless there’s anything else.”

“No. I mean yes. I’ll just pay for these. Thanks for the… tour.” Jill said.

“That’ll be $157.80,” the storeowner said matter-of-factly.

Jill blinked hard.

“Seriously?” Jill asked, her face turning red again. “For three dildos?”

“Yep, you got some good ones, there, I imagine. Whoever made up your list must be pretty particular. Hope she enjoys ‘em.” The storeowner smiled, and waited.

“They’re not all for one person. They’re supposed to be party favors at a bachelorette party.” Jill handed him two hundred dollar bills.

“A party, huh? Dildos and vibrators? How times have changed.” The storeowner handed Jill her change.

Jill quickly walked out, got in her car only after fumbling with the keyless code for what seemed like an eternity, and sped home — to her side of town.

A few days went by before Jill got up the nerve to call one of the two remaining adult novelty stores. They were strictly porn shops — no tobacco sales taking place there legally. She tried calling during the day, but there was no answer, a busy signal, or a recording asking her to leave a message.

When she finally did get through, the voice on the other end of the line scared her enough to hang up.

“Bitch, I ain’t got time for yo’ shit. You wanna fuckin’ dildo, get your ass over here and find you one,” the proprietor yelled into her ear.

Jill hung up a second later. She was shocked and felt just a little humiliated.

With only two weeks before the bachelorette party, she knew she was running out of time. She quickly called the last adult book and video store in the phone book.

“Sure, we have some of those,” a man answering as Sammy said. “We might even have all of those. We don’t close until 4am.”

“I’m more interested in what time you open,” Jill explained.

“Well, we got inventory tomorrow, so I’ll be in early. Maybe around noon. That work?” Sammy asked.

“That’d be great!” Jill said, later realizing she probably sounded too excited.

Remembering what the tobacco storeowner told her, Jill decided to really dress down. She found an old pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and flip-flops. She didn’t realize she had forgotten to wear a bra or panties until she was halfway to the adult bookstore. She never wore a bra or panties when she wore those clothes – because she normally wouldn’t be caught out of the house in those clothes.

After several wrong turns, Jill finally found the seedy-looking adult book and video store. Trash was strewn across the sidewalk, and she strongly considered turning around and going home rather than leave her car parked on that street.

She bit her lip and looked around. The neighborhood looked deserted.

Jill stepped out of the car and quickly walked to the store’s front door. Locked.

She pulled on it several more times until a short, bald, and slightly overweight black man unlocked the door.

“You da’ lady on the phone?” Sammy asked.

“Yes. Sorry, I thought you said you’d be here at noon.” Jill asked, catching a chill.

“Yea, it’s noon and I’m here… and now you are, too.” Sammy smiled as he held the door open for her. “Come on in. I got to lock the door, though, ’cause I’m still doing inventory and shit.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jill said quietly. He had left the key in the door, so she felt she could leave in a hurry if she needed to.

Unlike the tobacco store, this establishment wasted no time in showing off it’s stock. As soon as the door closed behind her, Jill turned to see hundreds of dildos covering an entire wall, from floor to ceiling. Some were in boxes, some in plastic, but all hung from pegs sticking out from the wall. Jill wondered how long it would take to look through them all.

Sammy seemed to have read her mind.

“Over here are the simple ones. Smaller and cheaper. What I call the beginner’s section.

Next, we have more life-like ones. Balls, veins, texture.” Sammy spoke as a museum curator. “And over here, these are the pro models. These are some serious shit.”

Jill couldn’t believe the realism, although they seemed to be scaled much larger than life.

She reached up for one of the boxes and felt her sweatpants start to fall.

Jill quickly reached back down to hold up her pants, and then tied the waist string a little tighter. She could tell that Sammy could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Mmm, hmmm.” Sammy smiled as he tilted his head. “Well, let me know if you need any help with anything. Just give me a holler when you’re ready to check out.”

“Thanks,” Jill said as she caught her breath.

The selection was daunting. She looked at the list, and then looked up at the wall and felt overwhelmed. After twenty minutes, she only found four of the remaining seventeen toys. After an hour, she found three more.

Sammy came back to the front of the store.

“You still here?” Sammy smiled.

“I’m really having a tough time finding any more on the list.” Jill explained.

“Well, give me the list and I’ll go back in the storeroom and see what I can find.” Sammy offered.

Jill wondered why she hadn’t just asked him to do that in the first place.

“You gotta wait up here, though.” Sammy warned. “Look around. See if there’s anything else you need. Read some magazines. Watch a movie — ladies watch for free.”

“Really?” Jill asked, curious.

Sammy walked behind the register counter and unwrapped a role of tokens.

“Here, knock yourself out. You’ve got about $600 worth of latex on that list of yours. If we find everything you need, I might just close up early tonight.” Sammy handed her the tokens and pointed to the back of the store.

Jill walked around the store, up one isle, and down another. It reminded her of vinyl record stores when she was a little girl. Instead of records, though, these were magazines covering every fetish ever imagined.

Jill was no prude, and had allowed her husband to do everything he ever wanted with her — not that any of it was much of a departure from what she wanted. But the magazines portrayed everything at a much higher level of intensity. The women were younger and more beautiful. The men were athletic and unusually well endowed. She had thought her husband was bigger than average, and it still felt that way whenever they had time for sex, but average for the men in the magazines made her husband’s manhood seem almost small in comparison.

She found the video arcade. It looked like a room within a room, and in the center were all the booths. The corridor ran around the outside of the booths, ending in a glass enclosure showcasing the current library of movies the patrons could sample.

Jill was surprised at the number of gay films. The majority of the other movies seemed centered on blacks on blondes. She figured blacks on redheads didn’t sound as catchy. Their loss.

She walked down the corridor, stopping a few doors down. She stepped into the booth to find an old steel folding chair, opaque glass windows on each side, and a video screen opposite the door. Under each window was a hole barely big enough to fit a soda can through.

“Those must be the glory holes.” Jill whispered.

Jill turned to close the door behind her and could barely make out the sign on the back of the door. “No sexual activity of any kind permitted on premises by order of city ordnance.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jill asked, not knowing anyone else was listening.

She slid a hook on the door into an eye-ring. That was about as close to a lock as she would get.

Jill dropped a token into the coin slot next to the video screen. Nothing happened.

She dropped another token into the slot and almost jumped a foot high as the screen came to life and the sounds of a woman moaning filled the booth. Jill felt around the video screen for any kind of knob that would turn down the volume, and instead found an overheard light rheostat. She turned the light all the way up and was finally able to see the volume knob.

Once she had the sound turned down to a reasonable level, she turned the overhead light back down and pressed the button on the monitor. The scene changed from retro porn from the ’70′s to gay porn from the ’90′s. Two men in a sixty-nine, sucking each other to orgasm. Jill was beside herself. She had never seen anything like it. Not knowing how long two tokens would last, she quickly pressed the button again and again, sampling each of the dozen or so movies. Eventually, the screen went blank. She dropped two more tokens into the slot, and was introduced to another video. This one seemed more current, as the hairstyles appeared more modern, and there seemed to be no pubic hair on any of the actors.

Two skinny black men were holding a young white girl, barely eighteen years old. She looked scared at first, but as one of the men dropped to his knees and began licking and fingering her bald pussy, she quickly spread her legs and began to moan.

They pulled her onto a bed where they took turns pushing each of their long members down her throat. She gagged several times, but didn’t resist, even when it looked like one of the men was choking her with his hand around her throat.

They tugged at her nipples which were perched high on small tits. The girl seemed almost relieved when they started fucking her.

The screen went black, again.

“Damn it.” Jill whispered as she pulled her had from her sweatpants. She froze for a moment. “Holy shit. I was getting myself off on that.”

Jill smiled to herself and decided to drop all of the remaining tokens into the coin slot.

The screen went bright, then dim, then bright again, this time showing yet another movie.

“No, no, no.” Jill whined as she pressed the button several times in attempt to find the movie she had just been watching.

When she finally found it, she looked around the booth. It was surprisingly cleaner than the booth at the tobacco store. She couldn’t seem to sit on the chair and pull her sweatpants down enough to rub her clit adequately. She decided to take off her sweatpants and fold them up, making a little cushion for the folding chair. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but that movie had made her so hot, and seeing those long black dicks in that girl’s mouth, hands, and pussy made her wetter than she had been in a long time.

Jill leaned back on the chair and raised her legs. Her perfectly painted toenails glistened as she placed her feet on each of the side window ledges. She rubbed her clit with one hand while squeezing her nipples with the other.

As the black men changed positions, Jill began fingering her pussy in time with their thrusts. When they turned the girl over, exposing her small, firm ass, Jill panted harder.

One of the men started licking the girl’s small, puckered asshole, while the skinny black man underneath her continued to slide his long pole in and out of her pussy.

Jill could barely contain herself.

Jill spit on her hand and rubbed her asshole. She knew what was coming next in the video, and the anticipation was causing her pussy to gush. She continued to rub her clit with one hand while pushing on the bud of her asshole with the other.

As if staying in time with the action on the screen, Jill slid her index finger into her asshole as one of the black men slid his long, slick dick into the young girls ass.

The girl seemed to squirm at first, arching her back, and pushing against his thigh with her hand. But then, the two black men stopped moving altogether.

Jill froze, too. The two black men remained motionless, but the young white girl began to move forward, and then back. Forward, and back. She was fucking herself on their shiny, wet dicks.

Jill had tried anal twice with her husband, and while he came quickly, she didn’t come at all. This was completely different. She fingered her asshole faster while pressing harder on her clit. The wetness from her pussy dripped onto her asshole, prompting Jill to add a second, and eventually a third finger.

Jill watched as the young, white girl continued to impale herself on those two black dicks until the sounds of Jill finger fucking her asshole echoed throughout the booth.

Jill surprised herself when she came. She knew she was on the brink for at least three minutes, and she rode that feeling as long as she could. She wanted to scream at the onset, but held it in, instead making a choking noise as she soaked her sweatpants.

The hidden cameras captured every detail.

Jill looked up to see the two black men depositing their semen onto the girls face, as if on cue. Jill felt a secondary orgasm overcome her and she let out a deep sigh. The girl seemed to suck what was left in each of the black stud’s balls, then scooped some of their come from her face into her mouth. She swallowed, then opened her mouth for the camera and smiled.

Seconds later, the screen went blank and the booth was completely dark.

Jill lowered her legs from the window ledges and felt around the floor with her bare feet. She kicked one flip-flop, but found the other and stood up. She reached around until she found the overhead light rheostat. She turned it slightly, but the booth instantly filled with bright light. She could see her reflection in the glass panes on either side.

I walk into the apartment without knocking. I am expected and you are about to fulfill one of my deepest darkest fantasies. You are waiting for me in the living room wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt in a shade of dusty blue. I scan the room but I don’t see Jordan anywhere. You smile and lead me into the bedroom where Jordan is waiting, one narrow hip leaned against the bedpost. His mocha skin contrasts sharply with the gleaming white of his crisp shirt. You lead me to the bed and sit down, drawing me down next to you. Your hands slip around my waist and pull me closer to you, softly kissing my lips. The bed depresses when Jordan joins us and I tense slightly.

“shhh.” your voice is barely audible and your big hands stroke soothingly against the what I have gotten myself into. You turn my back into your broad warm chest and run your fingers down my arms and back up my torso, cupping my big DDD breasts. Jordan leans closer and tips my chin up to brush my lips with his. His hand slips slowly down my throat, caressing my pulse, causing shivers to race up and down my spine.

You move your hands up over my hard nipples to the top button of my dress, slipping it free. Jordan slides his hands up my thighs, drawing my skirt up higher while his lips drop lower to my breasts. Somehow I think you two have done this before because was so preoccupied with what Jordan was doing that I didn’t even notice that my dress was and down off my shoulders.

I feel you move from behind me and find myself pushed back against the pillows. Two pairs of hands quickly strip the dress from my body, giving me no chance to be shy or nervous. Before I can blink, my bra, panties, and shoes join the dress on the floor. Sensing my now eager compliance, you pinch and pull at my tingling nipples. You are less gentle now, knowing I relish your roughness. My breath comes faster now and I squeal in surprise when Jordan spreads my thighs wide and shoves his tongue deep inside my already wet pink pussy.

I reach out for you and find you naked beside me, your big hard cock just inches from my lips. When I stroke you with my hand you groan softly and lean into my touch.

“Lick my cock, baby.” The words leave your lips even as my eager tongue traces a path from the root of your penis to the thick tip. I nuzzle the underside and move back up to draw your broad mushroom shaped head into the warm wet cavern of my mouth. I continue to swirl my tongue crazily around your shaft, making you wet so you can slide deeper between my lips. I moan softly in response to Jordan’s questing tongue, the sound vibrating against your heavy penis. I open my mouth wide and carefully swallow you deeper and deeper. You are so big that it is a challenge but soon I find my nose buried in your groin and your cock firmly wedged down my throat.

Jordan licks furiously at my clit while plunging a finger in and out of my tight little pussy. I feel my muscles clench around the thrusting digit, making him really work to enter my body when he adds a second and third finger.

“Oh my god!” my voice is throaty and hoarse. I grind my hips hard against his long fingers and lapping tongue, glad that you pulled back, allowing me to draw in a few ragged breaths. l whimper and pant, feeling a powerful climax crashing over me with devastating force. My body tenses and electric currents run up and down my spine converging between my spread thighs.

When my body relaxes, you pull away from me completely. Jordan gives my pussy one last slow lick, making me shudder at the intense sensation. He moves up next to my body, stroking my heated skin with soothing fingers. I finally open my eyes and smile at him, reaching out to pull him close. My gaze falls to his hugely erect penis and words fail me utterly. There must be an elephant or a brahma bull in his family tree somewhere because he just can’t be entirely human!

“Like what you see?” Jordan’s amused chuckle wakes me from my stunned state and something tells me he has had that reaction before.

“I think she does.” You lay down on my other side and mirror Jordan’s touches, multiplying the pleasure I feel. They are both right. It goes without saying that im thrilled to be in bed with two handsome men who have almost freakishly huge equipment. My pussy and ass almost ache just at the thought of what I am about to do and it has me getting hotter and wetter by the second.

“Ride him, baby. I want to watch you get yourself off.” Jordan orders me in a quiet voice that makes me shiver and I imediately move to my knees and straddle your hips. I position the thick head of your gorgeous cock against my tight opening, rolling my hips and coating you with my helpless juices. I slowly sink down on you, taking inch after inch inside my body. I can feel my pussy stretch to accept you, gripping your shaft tightly. Finally our pelvic bones bump together and I whimper. I rise up again slowly, nearly letting you go and then forcing myself back down on you hard and fast.

You move a hand to my tightly stretched slit and slowly rub my exposed clit. Jordan gets up and moves behind me to cup my bobbing breasts, rolling the nipples and pulling them up and away from my body. I thrill at the slightly rough treatment, riding your big cock even harder and faster. I can feel my orgasm approaching and I ride you harder, greedily taking all you have to offer until my whole body tenses and I squirt helplessly halfway up your torso. Two sets of hands slowly stroke my body to allow me to come back to myself.

“I want your ass, babe. Get over here.” Jordan’s quiet voice both thrills me and fills me with trepidation. I have never been with anyone quite so big and I have never had anything even close to that huge in my asshole.

“Please be gentle.” My voice betrays my nervousness because both of you cuddle me close and soothe my fears.

“I promise, baby, I will make sure you are ready for me. I want you to enjoy this too.” Jordan’s calming hands lead me to lay down on my back across the width of the bed with my ass just at the edge. You position yourself by my head and guide your penis to my eager lips. I can taste myself on you and I groan quietly. I want to taste your cum, feel you shoot down my willing throat. Jordan spreads my thighs wide and presses them way back with my knees on either side of my chest. I feel very exposed but strangely no longer afraid.

Gentle fingers stroke my clit and I feel the cool slide of lube being applied to my asshole. Jordan enters me slowly with first one finger and then two, stretching me carefully. He begins to move them faster, moving in close to lap at my now hypersensitive clit, making me squeal around the huge bulk of your slowly pistoning shaft. He adds a third finger and my asshole reluctantly stretches to accept the thickness. I grip the sheets tightly knowing I will soon have that gorgeous cock deep inside me. Again he moves his plunging fingers a little faster, making sure I can handle what he is doing.

My mouth is full of cock so to signal my eagerness, I slide my hands up my torso and roughly pinch my own tingling nipples and whimper around the bulk sliding in and out of my throat. I can feel more lube being dripped against my asshole. I am so ready for this. Jordan gives my pussy one last lick and moves up over my body. He positions the blunt tip of his dick against my slippery little asshole and slowly pushes forward, straining to go slow and make it good for me. I can feel my body relax and the first few inches slip inside with relative ease.

Jordan’s head rests against my heaving breasts for a moment while he tries to catch his breath. I reach out and grip his hips, pressing my body up to meet his, physically begging him to give me more. He chuckles against my boobs and bites at my nipples, determined to take his time. He begins a slow pace, pulling back and thrusting deeper every few strokes. I can feel my body stretch to accomodate his thrilling girth, knowing that he is thickest at the base. I want more but I know I am totally at his mercy, pinned to the bed by two massive cocks.

I continue to lick and suck deeply, sometimes just allowing you to fuck my throat. I trust you to pull back when I need to breath. Finally i can feel Jordan’s groin press against me and I know i have all of that huge cock in my ass. I shudder, feeling incredibly full. The position puts pressure on my g-spot and I can feel a powerful orgasm swiftly approaching. Seeing that I have taken all of him without any discomfort, Jordan starts thrusting a little faster, full length strokes that drive me crazy.

Sensing the end is near for all of us, both of you start pounding my body, taking what you want from me. Two sets of hands maul my breasts, the rough treatment only serving to heighten my pleasure. The slow building pleasure suddenly peaks and my body tenses and shudders uncontrolably. I feel your cock swell and jerk in my mouth, pouring thick jets of sperm down my throat. That is is all I need to set off another even more powerful climax for me. Just at that moment I feel Jordan thicken to even more impossible proportions in my ass. He lets loose a torrent of hot cum deep in my bowels. I begin to lose track of everything but the sensations I’m feeling. You pull back just in time for me to scream out my pleasure to the rafters.

We sigh and groan, bodies collapsing in a sweaty heap to kiss and cuddle. Three pairs of hands roam lazily over three very sated bodies. I feel so relaxed and sore but in a good way. It makes me remember the pleasure we just experienced. I stretch my aching muscles and snuggle up closer to the both of you.

“We really have to do this again sometime.” Tired chuckles follow my words and I think maybe this was just the beginning of a very pleasurable friendship.

A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!)


Rick’s wife Dina goes out nights and doesn’t come back until late – looking disheveled. She says she’s going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book club night. But she always comes back so late and always seems so beat and exhausted, never even saying a word to him, just collapsing asleep. And she often stinks really bad, not taking a shower until the morning after sleeping in a while.

One night he follows her to see what’s really going on. She drives through the bad area of town and parks on the street. She walks down a block and down an alley. He doesn’t want to be seen, so he stays back and watches from a distance with his binoculars. As he waits he sees lots of other women from his neighborhood – his kids’ teacher, Miss Applebottom, their Church organist, the librarian, the cheerleading squad, his wife’s sister, their babysitter, etc., etc. He thinks maybe she’s telling the truth, after all, it is all women, but why drive so far out of the way to such a risky place?

He falls asleep in the car and is woken up in the morning by a basketball bouncing off his windshield. He’s harassed by a bunch of black guys and drives off. Looking down the alley, he sees nothing down there at all.

One day he accidentally finds rumpled up, stained slutty clothes stuffed in her bag she brings with her, instead of yarn and needles. He confronts her and asks what’s really going on.

She gives in and says, okay, she’ll tell him the truth. But she can’t describe it to him, she has to show it to him for him to understand. He says “let’s go”. She says it’s only open at night and there’s one other catch – only women are allowed in. But, she says, he’s always been a slim, kind of feminine guy, just an inch or two shorter than her and clean-shaven. She says they could take the day to go out and buy him some clothes and he could pass as a woman.

They spend the day shopping for clothes, she makes him try on really slutty stuff, g-strings and crotchless panties, picks out a wig for him, does him in really tacky make-up, pumps, a push-up bra, etc.

That night they head out. She takes him down the back alley, but they don’t go into any of the buildings. Then they turn the corner and he’s shocked at what he sees. Tons of anonymous black guys lined up in the alley doing all sorts of horrendous things to all the white women from his neighborhood that he saw before.

One woman recognizes Rick’s wife and walks over. To Rick’s horror, he recognizes her as Peggy, his boss from the bank he works at! He wants to run and hide, certain he’ll be recognized, but his wife holds him there. Peggy walks over, kisses Dina and asks who the new girl is that’s with her, sizing Rick up lewdly. Dina lies and says Rick (or, as she calls him, “Rachel”) is her friend from out of town and that it’s her first time. Peggy smiles and says he’s a lucky girl and calls Luke over, the ringmaster.

Dina explains to Rick that this is what the ladies call “Mandingo Row” – the black guys call it “Nigga Alley”. White women come here to be used and abused in anonymous, dirty, back alley sex. Luke comes over and Dina tells him that this is her “cousin” visiting from out of town and that “she likes it rough”. She pushes Rick to his knees and makes him suck Luke’s cock until he cums down his throat.

Please note this is a fictional story and bears no resemblance to the real world. Enjoy the story and any constructive feedback would be much appreciated. Thank You.


He sits back on his grand throne and peers through the water which gives him a glimpse of the year 2062, and immediately next to it is another bowl of water depicting the year 450BC. On one hand he sees a colossal deep space station far from earth and populated with many sapient beings thriving in an unimagined manner.

Then he is looking to the Ancient plains of Egypt, he sees a young woman named Auletes, eighteen years old and laying on a rooftop in a bed naked and looking up to the stars in the sky. She lusts after something different and I see the depth in her eyes, awareness beyond her years, or her time in history.

Whilst turning his attention to the future he sees this woman named Alice, twenty five years old. She looks out of a window with the view of the large rotating masses of flat spherical appendages of a main sphere which contains all those whom govern this station. She too lays naked in her bed staring out into the dark abyss. Soon though their eyes had closed and they retired to the land of dreams, and now the time came to do his work. He summoned them and soon they appeared before him in a whitened room. They remained in a state of undress.

Auletes enquires, “Is this the afterlife?”

“Allow me to explain, my name is Aurrahbourn. I am keeper of the Mists and I have selected the two of you for navigation through the Mists of Time. The two of you may switch places for a period of one day. Then you may choose to stay or to return to your lives.”

“Are you God?” Alice enquired.

“No, and before you ask yes, there exists a group of deities, however they strive to preserve the balance and not take sides or intervene in the matters of sapient life,” he replied.

“Why have you chosen us?” Auletes enquired.

“I have seen knowledge beyond each of your years and your time,” He said to them.

“The last day,” Alice said to him in an inquisitive manner.

He let out a chuckle of laughter and shook his head.

“Oh the misguided nature of some humans, many dates have been issued and they miss the point time and time again,” he replied.

“Do you know when the end will come,” Alice asked him.

“No and neither do any of the deities; they will not pick a date and bring humanity or any other species forth for judgement.” He answered her.

“What do you mean by other species,” Auletes enquired.

“The planet you are on is not the only one and has never been the only one with life on it,” He said to her.

He then placed his palm on her forehead and transferred the knowledge of the universe in a limited amount as too much would have incapacitated and killed her.

Alice looks on and ushers me with a look in her eyes to do the same.

“The knowledge you need to live in each other’s time is now imparted to you, ready to begin?”

They both looked at each other and then back to him and nodded. He then dipped a hand in the water of their respective times.

“Alice lay down over there and Auletes you lay over here” he instructed them.

His hand dipped in the bowl portraying the future and slid it over Auletes body and created a sheen and as he cupped her gorgeously exposed breasts and slid his hand over her tight and flat chest moving down to her bushy vagina. He moved back over her navel and let a few drops fall in.

He then stepped toward Alice to repeated the procedure, it is precisely the same apart from Alice’s smooth shaven vagina. He stepped back and they were now teleported to their respective times. Auletes awoke to the void of space in her self-contained apartment within the deep space station.

She sees the window and the unprecedented view she now looks upon. Many a night she looked up and wondered what was among the stars and now here she was among them within the depths of the dark abyss. She looked down on her deliciously exposed body, Aurrahbourn had seen to it and it was now shaved. She garnered a view of it she had never seen before. It was quite eerie the quietness of the space station that now dawned on her. However, with the knowledge that was imparted upon her there was no trouble adjusting. She looked at the clock and realised she still had time to sleep and with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.


Alice found herself on the same rooftop as Auletes was on not so long ago, she could still feel the warmth from her body on the bed and in between the sheets. She was on the rooftop of a rather high class building in Egypt. She would later find out Auletes was the daughter of the Pharaoh’s brother and as such lived a lavish life. Alice looked around and for the first time in her life there was nothing electrical and she saw the night sky from a planet for the first time in a long while. She had visited earth and other planets a few times when she was younger but couldn’t remember much apart from a few details. The smell of the air and the sight of the darkened ancient city streets had awoken many hidden desires. She too laid her head to sleep and awaited the morning.

(Back to Auletes)

Auletes awoke with a great view and looked out and saw the images of a blue sky and rolling hills on the windows, she switched over to the view of the abyss and found it beautiful. She turned the sky back on and got dressed, she put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which flattered her figure and she soon got used to clothing she had never worn before. She grabbed the key which was a card to be swiped, slipped it into her pocket and walked out the door which slid open.

The corridor was well lit and illuminated the people of the station began to fill the corridor. Auletes decided to use another name she decided on Alina and went on her way.

She looked around at her surroundings and the many different aliens on the station. It was an amazing sight which, she met with excitement not fear. She soon got to a canteen and sat down for some breakfast and enjoyed the sight about her. She was soon greeted by a friendly alien, he looked mostly human however, his eyes which were completely silver and his chin had a slightly longer and tapered point.

They got to talking and soon they were back in Alina’s cabin and going at it. She slowly lifted up her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor and then locked lips with the alien and the soon found themselves on the bed, the alien lifted up and pulled her trousers down and pushed them one side. He nipped her chin and slowly kissed his way down her exposed naked body.

She soon pulled down his trousers and pulled out his cock which was surprisingly human in its look but the testicles were of course internal. She slowly licked and swirled her tongue around his cock and first put the tip in her mouth and soon she slowly inched her way to the base and repeated the procedure.

She then laid him on the bed and offered her juicy ass to him. He began to lick out her pussy with a surprisingly long tongue which was only surpassed in length by his cock, which she also had in her mouth and the sensation was sending shockwaves through her entire body.

He soon inched forward to the edge of the bed and soon stood up with her mouth still enveloped over his cock and sucking with what seemed like thousands of years of experience, little did he know. His strength showed as he had no problem keeping her suspended.

Soon she wanted to switch positions and moved her hands from his waist and placed them firmly on the floor. She removed her mouth from his cock and told him, “You can let go”. So he did and she then whilst standing on her hands she stepped two steps forward and gingerly and turned her legs one at a time and soon stepped on her feet and lifted her torso up and turned to face him.

“Wow, you are amazing,” he said.

Without saying a word she walked up to him and placed her arms around her neck and hopped on to him wrapping her legs around his waist. She then slid down on his cock and slowly moved up and down. She slowly increased the tempo and continued the lustful fucking. All the while their eyes were intently fixed on one another as the shared the ecstasy in the depths of darkest space.

The moved around the room and then placed themselves on a couch and continued the pace and she enjoyed the deed she was doing and was feeling the pleasure as her vagina wrapped around his cock and the feeling of repeated penetration thrilled and delighted her to no end.

She gyrated on his cock and felt the impending orgasm coming for both of them. Soon she let go as did he and they climaxed together seemingly in unison and as wave after wave of his alien jizz shot into her she loved the warm feeling. She got off his cock and spotted the green jizz dripping from her vagina and down her leg. She sat down on the floor and laid back, he lay down next to her and the both looked at each other and then out into space and the joy of their deed showed throughout their entire bodies.

Aurrahbourn looked upon the scene and smiled seeing the woman now known as Alina caught her breath after a great few hours of sexual pleasure. He saw she had adapted more than even he had expected. He now turned his attention to the events surrounding Alice.

She awoke in the large opulent bed seeming befit for royalty. A warm breeze flew in as she awoke on the rooftop Alina had fallen asleep on not so long ago. She had around her a servant, Akram had served Alina for many years, and in fact he pretty much raised her, being of royal blood she was certainly blessed with a life of opulence.

“A very good morning Ma’am,” Akram said in a rather formal tone.

He held a robe up for Alice and she wrapped it around her. She went down into the house and got properly dressed. A simple white rope with a purple ribbon wrapped around the waist. Her outfit wrapped around her left shoulder and exposed her right.

“Your father regrets he cannot be here today as he is meeting with the Pharaoh.” Akram said. “Thank you, Akram I shall be in the gardens for the rest of the morning.” Alice replied.

Alice stepped into the garden, her sandals rustling through the grass she basks in the sunshine and enjoys the feel on her skin. It was something she missed growing up on a space station. She spotted Imran one of the groundskeeper. He had a look which pleased her and she sought to have some fun.

She pulled him to one side they locked lips and the look in her eyes told Imran everything he needed to know about coming events. The found a small patch of shadow in a hidden corner and began to remove each other’s clothes. Alice pushed Imran against the wall and removed his robe and inserted his erect member into her mouth and she began to suck away with many thousands of years of experience.

She cupped his balls and tickled them slightly; all the while she continued to suck away at his throbbing cock. She removed her lips and began to stroke; she took some of the precum and licked it of her fingers. She then turned around and seductively bent over and turned her head to him and waved a finger indicating what he must do. So he slid his member into her pussy and started slow and steady.

He pumped away in slow steady thrusts and soon lifted the tempo and began to add some gusto to his actions and Alice responded in high spirits, very high spirits. She placed her hands on the ground to steady herself as Imran pumped away. Each thrust filled her with ecstasy and she enjoyed every single second of it.

The bright Egyptian sun soon illuminated the patch of shade they had started in. Alice as now on top of Imran and they were on the ground fucking away. She gyrated moved her body around on his cock and just leaned back and moved up and down with focused thrusts and with a determination with she had all through her life.

She went up and down building up to a climax her orgasm was imminent. She soon felt it ripping through her body and it felt beautiful. Soon after Imran was ready to blow and he did so in spectacular fashion as her vagina gripped around his cock and the hot jizz shot into her and left her dazed as she sat back on the ground catching her breath.

Aurrahbourn looked upon this spectacle on smiled. Desires were awoken inside him viewing these two women enjoying sexual liaisons. He looked upon them as they soon laid their heads to rest in their respective new lives. Their time was soon up and once again they found themselves naked and stood in front of Aurrahbourn yet again.

“How did you found it ladies,” He asked.

“It seems you watched us all the while,” Alina replied.

“That would be correct,” he replied.

“It was great to be on earth, I had never seen it before, thank you for that,” Alice replied.

“Well watching the two of you has awoken desires I thought have been long since dead. I feel intimacy is not really a problem for any of us especially at this moment.”

“We agree,” the ladies said in unison.

“Just to make it a little easier you should refer to me as Aaron,” He said.

The room then turned into the depths of space it was something that Aaron had the ability to do so. He wished to spend with the two of them as they would too become immortal.

A bed appears and the three naked forms took to it. Aaron leaned back on the headboard and watched as the two women locked lips and embraced in a passionate manner. The then turned to him and set about his cock in a lustful manner. Alina sucked his cock as Alice cupped his balls in her mouth. The feeling of a double blow job even made an immortal feel as though he could die right now and be contented.

The ladies then switched places, Alina began with her tongue around his balls and Alice’s cock sucking abilities seemed unmatched as she went up and done constantly ramming his cock against the back of his throat. This continued as the ecstasy filled their very souls at that very moment.

Alice got off his cock and placed her vagina on his face and Aaron began to lick away and Alice revelled in the pleasure that was flowing through her veins. Alina meanwhile had got Aaron’s cock buried into her asshole and began to move up and down. All the while she was increasing the tempo as she acclimatised to his cock in her ass. She had never tried it before and now loved every single second of it deep inside her.

Alice’s pussy juice was spraying out of her she felt the tongue of Aaron pleasuring every inch of her now gorged pussy. It was wet and tingling and really made her want even more from Aaron’s centuries experienced tongue.

By now Alina was up and down Aaron’s cock as she soon got off for Alice to give it a go. Alice started with her pussy and eased herself onto his cock, she face away from him as she signalled Alina to offer her ass to Alice’s awaiting tongue, Aaron pumped his cock in and out Alice as he lay on the bed. Whilst this went on Alice began licking Alina’s now gaping asshole and lapped all the moisture that was present. Aaron signalled Alina over to him and then edged his way to the bed’s edge and grabbed Alice’s torso with his left hand and gripped her right leg with his right hand.

Aaron them stood up and began to pump away as Alice grinned in delight. Alina, got off the bed and to her knees and cupped his balls into her mouth as Alice was being pounded by Aaron’s cock.

Alice let out primal sounds as the ecstasy continued its occupation of every neuron and synapse of her brain. Alina got up and grabbed Alice she turned her upside down, all the while on Aaron’s cock. Once she was upside down Aaron had gripped her legs, Alina lifted Alice till she was perpendicular with Aaron’s waist, she stood over Alice’s mouth and gripped her arms and Alice began to lick away at Alina’s pussy. This sensation was driving Alice mad as was suspended, pleasuring and being pleasured.

Alice seemed ready to blow, and she did and her orgasm rocked through her, it was soon followed by Alina and it was made extra special by her particular position. Aaron soon felt an impending explosion.

“You ladies want some cum,” Aaron asked.

“Yes,” the ladies replied in unison.

“Let me give it to you,” Aaron said.

Alina lifted Alice off Aaron’s cock and the got to their knees as he soon shot his load in each of their faces and it was substantial as it shot on to their faces. They each sucked the last bit of cum into their mouths.

“We need to wash this off Aaron,” Alice said to him.

Aaron then snapped his fingers and they were in a jungle next to a jungle pool and waterfall.

“Why don’t you dive in, it’s more than deep enough,” Aaron said.

Alina dove in first, a graceful swan dive into the pool below, her head emerged from the water and she watched Alice jump in, she then emerged next to Alina and they embraced each other. Aaron soon dove in and appeared next to the ladies.

“You two up for another round,” Aaron asked.

Both ladies gave an approving nod.

Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price.

It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella.

She waited a moment before stepping out of the cab, hoping the rain would die down.

The taxi driver said he would have to turn the meter back on if she stayed in his cab much longer. She asked if he had a newspaper – anything to keep her hair dry – and he handed her a three day-old copy of the Times.

As if on cue, the rain fell harder and the wind blew faster as soon as Jill stepped out of the taxi. She held the paper above and to the side of her head, managing to keep her face and hair dry, but little else. Her white blouse was plastered to her skin.

She shivered as soon as she walked through the door.

Jill stood on the floor mat just inside the door, water dripping from her blouse and skirt.

This wasn’t the statement she had in mind.

She had wanted to make every man in the store drool over her, but she especially wanted the rude store owner to get an eyeful.

Instead, she looked like she fell in a swimming pool and managed to keep her head above water. She was drenched.

The rude store owner was nowhere in sight, either. A short black woman was behind the counter in his place.

“You lost, white girl?” the black woman asked, “or are you trickin’?”

Shivering, Jill managed to explain the story of the bachelorette party and the remaining party favors she was yet to buy.

“Yeah, that T.J. is an asshole, sometimes,” the black woman. “Sorry about that and all. He not all there, ya’ know?”

Jill smiled, shaking.

The black woman pressed a button and spoke into a microphone on the counter. Her voice carried to the back of the store, “Dee, you got your gym bag here?”

“Iris, I told you I ain’t going to the gym in this weather,” a voice answered.

“Well, bring it up here. I might need some of yo’ stuff.” Iris added.

Iris looked at Jill. Where Iris was short, black, and very heavy around the butt and legs, Jill was tall, white, and slender but curvy in all the right places.

“You sure you not ho’in?” Iris asked.

“Positive. Married, mother, real estate agent. I just want to buy those toys and go home.” Jill answered. “This was just to get into T.J.’s head so maybe he wouldn’t be so mean. So much for that idea, huh?”

“Well, look at you, though. You gonna get pneumonia in those clothes. Dee, here, has sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear if you want to try to give your clothes a chance to dry a bit.” Iris took the gym bag from Dee, the patron from earlier.

Jill looked at Dee. “You work here?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Dee answered. “The rest of the time I’m a fireman. This isn’t glamorous or nothin’, but sis’ needs me to keep the trouble out, so I do.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you.” Jill shifted. “Dee.”

“Dee, why don’t you sho’ Red to one of the booths so she can get out of her wet clothes?” Iris saw the look on Dee’s face, and then added, “So she can change into your gym clothes while they dry.” Dee frowned slightly.

“I’m gonna see where T.J. put those two dildos.” Iris walked to the back of the store.

An elderly black man entered the store while two middle-aged black men walked out. Another two men exited the video booth area as Dee showed Jill to a vacant viewing booth.

“Ever been in one of these?” Dee asked.

“No, why?” Jill lied.

“Well, you have to be careful. Sometimes the floor can be slippery. Mostly from guys beatin’ off and not having the courtesy to nut in a hanky or somethin’ like dat.” Dee explained. He opened the door for her.

Jill walked inside, taking the clothes from Dee, and then closing the door behind her. Elsewhere, she could hear tokens dropping into video machines, and movies begin playing, skipping, and playing again as the occupants changed channels.

She heard someone enter the video booth to her right and caught a glimpse of an eyeball peering through the waist-high hole in the wall between her booth and his.

A moment later, someone entered the booth to Jill’s left and immediately deposited several tokens into the viewing machine. She bent over and looked through the hole on the left to try to see the movie the occupant was watching.

The occupant to her left had unzipped his pants and was quickly stroking himself to erection as he watched a tanned goddess get slapped in the face with a fat, flaccid black dick. The tanned blonde then leaned back while the large black man squatted over her face. The blonde in the video licked the underside of the man’s scrotum, and then licked around his anus before finally plunging her tongue deep inside his hole.

“Wow.” Jill said quietly. “I’m not sure if I should be grossed out or turned on.”

Jill’s clothes were still dripping wet, creating new puddles in the video booth. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, including her bra. Jill put on the sweatshirt first, and when she could see that it was as big as a dress, she folded the over-sized sweatpants.

She had already added to the mess on the floor, so she didn’t think a little more water would hurt anything. She wrung out her shirt and bra, and rolled her skirt several times until most of the water was out, then spread everything on the back of the single chair in the booth.

She bent over to see how the occupant was coming along on her left only to find the booth empty and the video screen cycling through previews. She hadn’t brought her purse, so she tucked her driver’s license and money in her bra. Thankfully, only the outside $100 bill was wet.

She carefully stepped to the right side booth. An eye continued to watch her. He probably watched as she undressed, and who could blame him? Video is one thing, but she was a real-live redheaded white woman, barely out of reach.

Jill wondered what Iris and Dee would think of her if she went out to buy some tokens. Surely, they must have been wondering what she was doing in there. Maybe they figured she was afraid to walk out in oversized sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slinky high-heeled sandals.

“Psst.” Jill whispered to the staring eye.

There was no response.

“Psst. Can I buy some tokens from you?” Jill asked.

The eye blinked and then the occupant stood up. Jill looked back at her door.

“Hey…” Jill started.

“Be quiet.” The occupant’s voice sounded familiar. “I’ll get you all the tokens you want, but you have to be quiet.”

“Dee?” Jill asked.

She was answered with the sight of several tokens being dropped through the hole and falling onto the wet floor. She reached her hand through the hole and felt a very large hand grab hold of hers. She then felt a role of tokens pushed into her hand.

She carefully pulled her hand and tokens back through the hole, stood up, and clicked toward the video screen. Jill watched as the previews cycled. When she was satisfied there was material worth watching, she deposited the entire roll into the coin slot.

She stepped back toward the chair and sat on the folded sweatpants. She selected the tanned blonde video that the left occupant had been watching.

The blonde was having her pussy stuffed by a fat, but not particularly long black cock. The girl looked barely twenty years old, but the black man could have been in his fifties. Judging by the blonde’s pigtails, “old black man does little white girl” seemed to be the intended plot of the story. It worked for the guy that had been in the booth on the left, so it worked for Jill.

There were no windows or window ledges in this particular booth, so Jill had to hold her feet up as she began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her abdominal muscles rippled as she raised her legs and leaned back.

She found her rhythm and felt her clit swell under her fingers.

There was a knock at the door.

Jill stood up too quickly and almost slipped. She felt dizzy. Could she still be drunk?

She pulled the sweatshirt down around her hips, not realizing she was only barely covering her pussy.

It was Dee with a bag.

“Here, I already paid for them. Said I would, so here.” Dee whispered.

“I can pay you. I brought money.” Jill said.

“No, it’s okay, as long as you keep doin’ what yo’ doin’ and don’t mind if I watch.” Dee said with the sound of hope in his voice.

“I don’t mind.” Jill took the bag and looked inside. Two dildos and another roll of tokens were barely visible. “Thank you, Dee.”

Jill closed the door and hung the bag on the doorknob. She slid the sliding latch to lock the door, but knew it was really just there for looks. A soft breeze could probably blow the door open.

She reached into the bag and found the elusive toy that had caused so much trouble. It wasn’t very wide, but it was eighteen inches long. The box claimed it had a realistic foreskin, floating balls in the sack, and the shaft had something called “jack-o-matic” action. She turned the box over and could see that – with batteries installed – the shaft shortened and lengthened, requiring the user to simply hold it steady and the toy would do all the pumping.

“I’ll save that one for later.” Jill carefully put the box back in the bag. She reached for the other one, which was only a foot long in comparison, but as wide as her forearm.

It had no moving parts, but was beautifully sculpted. Jill quickly pulled it out of its carton and sat back in the chair.

The blonde in the video was alternating between having the fat cock fill her pussy, to having it fill her mouth. Jill rubbed the toy up and down on her pussy, rotating it until the entire head and shaft was slick with her wetness.

As the old man turned the blonde over and mounted her from behind, Jill eased the head of the toy inside her pussy. She could see eyes looking at her from the left and right holes. In the background, dozens of other video machines were having tokens simultaneously deposited in them.

Jill licked her lips and pushed the toy inside her farther.

The screen suddenly went blank.

Light from the adjacent booths was just enough to see the bag hanging on the doorknob. Jill reached inside and pulled out the other roll of tokens.

Before depositing the roll, though, Jill decided to really give Dee and the other occupant a show and removed the sweatshirt.

When the video screen came back to life, everyone watching her was treated to Jill’s full breasts, shaved pussy, curvy legs and pretty feet in high heels.

Everyone included the man on her left, Dee on her right, the other video booths, and Iris, watching at the front of the store – all thanks to a hidden security camera.

In the back of the store, everything was captured on videotape.

Jill sat back down and rubbed the wet dong on her breasts before placing the toy in her mouth. She was no stranger to the taste of her own wetness, and licked the entire shaft.

“Mmmmm.” Jill said, looking at Dee’s staring eye. She had no doubt he was stroking his large, thick cock in the other booth, and that seemed to turn her on even more.

She pushed the toy back inside her pussy while her other hand feverishly rubbed her clit.

In the video, the blonde was now on top of the older black man, facing away from him, and toward the camera. Jill knew these were actors, and the girl was being paid to look like she liked being fucked by this fat black dick, but the girl didn’t looked like she ever went to acting school.

She was either a natural actress, or she was really enjoying the fuck she was receiving. The possibility that the girl may have been on drugs never entered Jill’s mind.

Jill pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and deeper, but she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm. She finally withdrew the toy from her aching pussy and clicked over to the hole on the right.

“Dee.” She whispered. “Come in here.”

She put the toy and her wet clothes in the bag and unlocked the door.

Dee quietly stepped inside.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just broken up with his college girlfriend, and hadn’t gotten laid in three weeks. He almost never masturbated, and his balls were telling him he was overdue.

“I don’t have a condom – they don’t make them big enough.” Dee said.

Jill’s pussy gushed with anticipation. “Tell me you’re clean. No diseases, right? You’re a good fireman?”

“I’m clean, little lady.” Dee answered, placing his large hands on her waist as he bent down to kiss Jill on the lips.

Jill opened her mouth, inviting his large tongue as she guided one of his hands to her pussy. Dee gently pinched her clit before sliding a finger inside her.

“You sho’ are wet, little lady.” Dee said between kisses.

“You’re making me wetter.” Jill confided.

Even Iris was getting turned on watching her brother finger this skinny white girl.

Jill reached down and felt the outline of Dee’s swollen cock through his pants.

“It’ll get bigger.” Dee said as he slid a second large finger inside Jill’s pussy. His thumb gently rubbed her clit as his fingers pressed up, rubbing in time with his thumb.

Her orgasm took her by surprise.

Jill came hard, soaking Dee’s hand as her legs went limp. Dee reached back and held her up, cupping an entire ass cheek in his hand. His large forefinger brushed against her anus.

Jill barely caught her breath before she bent over, trying to figure out how to undo Dee’s belt.

“You don’t have to do that, little lady.” Dee said.

“I want to.” Jill said, kissing him as she struggled with his belt.

“Dat bitch in heat,” Iris said, watching the little monitor under the counter.

The pay-per-view patrons in the other video booths likely thought the same.

Iris could hear the tokens cascading into the coin slots of the video machines and smiled.

Dee pushed Jill back while he undid his belt. He opening his fly and lowered his pants, never taking his eyes off of her. She looked whiter than she actually was with her red hair, soft overhead blue-white light, deep-red painted finger and toenails, and black high-heeled sandals.

When Dee lowered his silk boxers, Jill gasped. His flaccid tool resembled two soda cans in a black sock. Only the head of his shaft looked normal and familiar, being only slightly larger than her husbands.

Jill’s heels clicked as she carefully approached Dee. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do next. She had just wanted to see his manhood.

Now that she had seen it, she wanted to touch it.

She kissed Dee with an open mouth, which he quickly filled with his tongue. Jill reached down, trying to hold his thickening shaft with one hand. She was surprised by it’s weight.

Dee cupped one of Jill’s breasts, pinching her nipple harder than she thought he would.

“It’s not for show.” Dee said as Jill rubbed herself on his clothing.

“What’s not for sure?” Jill asked, panting.

“I mean it’s not for looks. When I take it out, it’s to use it.” Dee looked down at his half-erect shaft.

Jill could barely put her hand around it. As it swelled, her thumb and forefinger were separated by at least two inches.

Jill squatted in front of Dee and lifted his large dick to her lips. She licked the shaft, and even spit on it a few times as she had seen in the movie she was just watching. Her mouth would only open so wide, though.

“I want to make you come. I really do. But I can’t get it in my mouth.” Jill panted, trying her best to stroke his larger-than-life black cock.

“Then get it in your pussy.” Dee said, less friendly. He sat down in the chair, his wet tool bobbing up slightly.

Jill’s clit throbbed as she thought about Dee’s manhood filling her like no man had ever done before.

Dee handed her another roll of tokens and she put all of them into the machine.

When she turned around, Dee had taken off his shirt.

He had a few tattoos, but what she really noticed were his muscles. His chest was big, his arms were big, and his waist was a rippled mess of muscle.

She could see eyes peering at her from the adjacent video booths.

She turned her back to Dee and stepped backwards, straddling his lap.

Jill bent over, reached down, and guided the head of his large cock to her pussy. She grunted and exhaled but was wet enough to fit half his length inside her. She leaned back against his massive chest and placed one of his hands on her breasts and the other on her clit. Jill then attempted to lower herself on him further.

Jill watched as the tanned blonde in the video was doing the same thing to the old black man, except she had her feet on the man’s knees.

Jill carefully kicked off each sandal and placed each foot on Dee’s large legs. This allowed another two inches inside her, and she fucked herself harder.

“My poor husband. This black dick is three times the size of his.” Jill thought to herself, but only for a second. The thought went away as she felt the first wave of another orgasm overtake her.

She bucked hard against Dee and drenched his balls.

Iris manipulated the joystick so the little security camera could focus on Jill’s pretty feet, shapely legs, flat stomach, and hairless pussy. Iris paused for a moment on Jill’s large clit, but became confused when Jill suddenly stood up. Everything went out of focus.

“What the hell she doin’ now?” Iris said to herself, not realizing she had been squeezing one of her own nipples.

Jill stood up, making sloshing sounds when her feet hit the floor as well as when Dee’s hard dick popped out of her stretched pussy.

“I ain’t finished, yet, little lady.” Dee said, proud of the fully erect black statue on his lap.

Jill turned to face him. She bent over and licked her juices from his shaft, down to his balls. She licked under his scrotum, around his legs, and then up to his chest. Jill sucked on his nipples, then his neck and finally his mouth.

She dug her knees under his armpits, while come and water dripped from her toes.

Jill fed him her breasts, and then eased her soaked pussy onto his erect shaft. There was no need to hold his slick cock as he penetrated her. The head easily found her stretched opening. She lowered herself further and when she had about half his length inside her, began rocking her hips fore and aft.

“Is this better?” whispered in Dee’s ear.

Dee reached down and took each of Jill’s ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed hard. Jill winced in pain as the shock of it allowed another two inches of his cock inside her.

“You tell me.” Dee whispered back.

Jill teetered between pain and pleasure as she continued to rock her hips back and forth. As she arched her back, her clit made full contact on the top of his shaft.

Jill panted, then whimpered as she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. Dee was barely breaking a sweat.

“You’re gonna fuck me all night, aren’t you?” Jill gasped.

“I’d say you’re doin’ all the fuckin’ little lady,” Dee smiled and kissed her.

He put a middle finger in Jill’s mouth, and Jill sucked on it as best she could between breaths. Her back and chest were drenched with sweat, and her hair was matted on her forehead and neck.

Dee reached down and spread Jill’s ass cheeks.

Moans filled the room as a few of the occupants in the other video booths reached orgasm.

Jill was expecting another painful squeeze followed by Dee’s massive dick splitting her in two.

Instead, she was introduced to his wet middle finger penetrating her asshole.

Jill came instantly, but not without yelling, “Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” at least a dozen times.

Her pussy tightened around Dee’s shaft but her anus remained inviting as he continued to finger her butthole.

Dee’s load was substantial. Come instantly oozed from Jill’s pussy around his cock.

Iris’ camera zoomed in on Dee’s finger still inside Jill’s asshole.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please let me suck you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why were you home early?”

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

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered haltingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?”

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

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

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


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

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

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

“Oh, no, Sir! Please! I’m so sorry!”

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

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

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

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

Her head was lowered, and she merely nodded.

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

Again, she nodded, eyes still lowered.

“Show me,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, my little slut.”


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

“What do you want, bitch?”

“Your cum, Sir.”

“Where do you want it, slut?”

“On my face, Sir.”

“Why, whore?”

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

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

“No, Sir.”

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

“Oh, yes, Sir. Oh yes.”

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


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

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

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

“Even before you start sucking all that cock?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I look like a whore,” she smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not for me,” Eddie said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill slipped into her damp leather skirt, and then her wet bra and blouse. She shivered almost uncontrollably. The sweatshirt, though, was still reasonably dry and clean.

Jill pulled the sweatshirt over her wet clothes. The sweatpants, having acted as a seat cushion and sponge for the last two hours, were completely soaked and reeked of sex. She rolled up the sweatpants and placed them in the bag with the dildos.

Jill’s feet were slick as she put her high-heeled sandals on. Her calves and thighs were on fire as she stepped out the door of the video booth. She worked out regularly, but had never worked out those muscles in quite that way.

When Jill entered the store from the video booth area, the ceiling lights seemed to be at their fullest intensity. Jill bumped into a magazine rack and then a lubricant display stand, sending bottles of Astrolube rolling around the floor.

“Well, well, Red.” Officer Friendly smiled. “Do I get to add Public Intoxication to the list, too?”

“I’m not drunk,” Jill answered.

“Well, we’ll see.” Friendly pulled the bag from Jill’s hand. “What have we here? What’s your fascination with dildos again? Oh, wait… they’re for a bachelorette party, right?”

Jill stood and stared, shivering slightly.

“Red, you look the crack whore if I ever saw one. What else you got in this bag? One form of ID – probably fake – and $1200 cash?” Friendly put the ID and money in his pocket and handed the bag back to Jill. “You been turnin’ tricks, Red?”

Iris came from the back room. Dee followed.

“Here’s the tape. We didn’t mean nothing by it.” Iris said, handing a security tape to the police officer.

“Only copy?” Friendly asked, knowing that T.J. recorded everything digitally these days.

“Mmmm hmmm.” Iris answered in the affirmative.

Friendly turned to Jill. “I don’t want to have to cuff you, but I will.”

Jill’s eyes widened.

“You’re arresting me? For what!” Jill said sternly as a new trail of come formed down her inner thigh.

“Well, let’s see… Public Indecency, Prostitution, Public Intoxication, Falsifying Identification, to name a few,” Friendly smiled, reaching for his handcuffs.

“I’ll take you down to the station, let you make your phone call, and we’ll run your prints to see what other trouble you might be into.”

“No. Please don’t. I’m telling you the truth. This is all a big misunderstanding.” Jill pleaded.

“We’ll see.” Friendly turned Jill around and put her hands behind her back. He held her bag under his arm while he locked the handcuffs in place.

Jill had never been arrested in her life. The cold steel on her wrists was heavy.

Friendly’s grip on her upper arm was firm, but not painful, as he led her into the pouring rain.

“You all have a fine morning,” Friendly nodded back to Iris and Dee. They just looked back at him shaking their heads disapprovingly.

She waited until the door closed, and then Iris looked at her brother. “Was tapping that 38 year-old white woman worth getting mixed up with Friendly?”

“I ain’t had nothin’ like it,” Dee said. “I’m gonna have to get her outa this, though.”

“Awe, shit.” Iris said. “You best play it cool, Romeo.”

“Yeah. No shit.” Dee said.

“As fucked up as T.J. is, he sure called this one, didn’t he?” Iris asked.

“Yeah, he’s a fuckin’ psychic, all right.” Dee almost believed. “He’s just been doin’ this shit so long, he’s gotten good at it. Between him and Friendly, I can’t figure out why they haven’t made enough money off this shit to retire, already.”

“Well, if you gonna do somethin’, you can start by cleaning up those booths.” Iris smiled.

She knew Dee was heading out the door to help Jill. Iris could see it in his eyes. Usually, T.J. was the icebreaker, and Dee didn’t get involved. The fact that Dee was actually fancy on this older redheaded woman worried her.

Iris had helped make at least a dozen movies the same way, and it never ended well for the girl.

They’d come in, usually out of the rain, drunk or high, and lost.

The next thing they knew, they’re sucking dicks in the video booth for taxi fare. Friendly “busts” them, but ends up working something out so he doesn’t have to take them to jail.

Soon, they’re making more movies, or the center of attention at private parties. Their families and friends never hear from them again – not always because they died an early death from drugs or suicide, but because they’re too ashamed to go home after everything they’ve done.

Dee knew there was something different about Jill, though. The most she was doing for money was putting on a show; masturbating, just so she could keep the video going. She invited him in that booth because she really wanted to get fucked. She had no idea that he had come close to orgasm several times simply by the way she kissed him. Only one other girl had ever kissed him like that.

He knew she had a life, a husband, a daughter, and a job. He liked to think his momma raised him better than this.

Yet, for some reason, he would like nothing more than to fuck that redhead again.

But not on Friendly’s terms.

She was older, and probably wouldn’t last more than one or two trains before Friendly broke her for good. He wondered how many thugs Friendly had already called tonight, that were shaving their balls in preparation for another movie.

“Please don’t take me to jail, officer.” Jill pleaded. “This is going to ruin my family.”

“You should have thought about that before you put that big black dick inside you.” Friendly said to the rearview mirror.

“Surely, there’s got to be another way,” Jill asked. “Can’t I just pay a fine or something? I’ve never done anything wrong in my life!”

“Well, now that you mention it, you’ll probably only get community service.” Friendly smiled. “That ain’t too bad. You know, maybe cleaning a park, helping the homeless… or sucking my dick when I tell you.”

Jill’s eyes widened. Friendly looked at her closely in the rearview mirror, and then pulled over.

“You think you can suck my dick when I tell you?” Friendly asked. Jill remained silent.

Friendly threw the gearshift in park, stepped out of the patrol car, and swung open Jill’s door. His hand found her throat and squeezed tightly. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the rain blew into the back seat.

“I asked you a fuckin’ question, Red! Can you suck my dick when I tell you?” Friendly screamed into her ear.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me!” Jill cried.

Friendly relaxed his grip on her throat.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Red. We’s just needed to come to an understanding. I think we got’s one now, right?” Friendly slid his hand between her legs. Jill instinctively pressed them together.

“Open your fuckin’ legs, bitch!” Friendly yelled. “You beginin’ to piss me off.”

Jill spread her legs wide. Friendly pushed three fingers into her wet pussy.

“Hmmm. Dee sho’ did on number on you, huh? Boy’s got da biggest dick in town. Wonder he don’t pass out every time he gets a hard-on, huh?”

Without realizing what she was doing, Jill began to slowly gyrate her hips, easing Friendly’s fingers in and out of her.

“Awe, hell yeah. Dat’s better, Red.” Friendly pushed a fourth finger inside and Jill let out a grunt.

He pulled his hand from her pussy and put it up to her mouth. Jill licked his fingers as if he had dangled four cocks in front of her face and was taking turns between them.

She wasn’t surprised to taste Dee’s come mixed with her juices. She wished he were there now.

Officer Friendly drove to a motel that looked like it had been closed for years. Half the rooms had their numbers removed from the doors. There were no lights on outside the building, yet several cars filled the parking lot.

“Red, I’m going to give you a chance to fulfill your community service tonight, if you’d like. You do okay, here, and I’ll take you home before sunrise. What you say to that?” Friendly asked as he helped Jill out of the patrol car.

“It doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice.” Jill said, shaken and on the verge of tears.

“Now don’t be like that, Red.” Friendly guided her up the stairs. The rain soaked her hair and her make-up streaked down her cheeks. “We all have choices. Sometimes, you got to pay for your actions. Sometimes your actions are how you get paid.”

Jill wasn’t sure what he meant, but knew at a minimum, she’d have Friendly’s dick in her mouth, if not everywhere else.

Friendly unlocked one of the motel room doors and held it open for Jill. She stepped inside and was surprised to see it reasonably well kept. The bedding looked clean, the room didn’t smell of smoke, and the furniture didn’t reflect the building’s 1970′s exterior.

Community service may end up being bearable after all, Jill thought.

Jill was about to sit on the bed when Friendly grabbed her by the handcuffs behind her back. The jerking motion threw her off balance and she stumbled to the floor.

“Don’t even think about sitting on that bed until you’ve cleaned up, Red.” Friendly said as he started to undress. Jill glanced at his service pistol as he placed it on the dresser. She had hoped he hadn’t noticed.

When Friendly had taken off all of his clothes, he turned toward Jill, proudly displaying his tight, muscular body. His dick wasn’t nearly the size of Dee’s, but it was respectable – perhaps even attractive. It was only the second black dick Jill had ever seen in person, and she began to wonder how she would ever be able to please her husband if she continued to be fucked by these larger dicks. Would he notice that she wasn’t as tight as she used to be?

Friendly walked up to Jill and held the back of her head as he guided his dick into her mouth. Unlike giving head to Dee, she was able to get Friendly’s cock head and four inches of the shaft into her mouth and down her throat without gagging. Friendly eased his length in and out of Jill’s mouth, pushing a little more down her throat each time until she eventually did gag.

“Oh, that’s good Red. That’s real good.” Friendly smiled as he allowed Jill to catch her breath. “You got eight of my nine down your throat. What do you say you take it all now?”

Jill opened her mouth, waiting. Friendly grabbed a handful or Jill’s wet hair and pumped steadily into her mouth. Each time, he’d let his long dick sink down her throat a little deeper until her tongue was pressed against his balls and her nose was pressed against his sparse, curly pubic hair. He held her tight against him for several seconds, and then slowly pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. Jill maintained a tight seal with her lips around his shaft as he filled her mouth with come. She instinctively swallowed, and then began bobbing her head up and down on Friendly’s shaft.

“That’s the spirit, Red.” Friendly smiled as she coaxed his cock back to erection.

He pulled his tool from her lips and walked over to the dresser. He returned with the handcuff keys and reached behind Jill to remove her bindings.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” Jill asked as she subconsciously rubbed her clit.

“Not yet, Red. Not yet.” Friendly helped Jill to her feet. “Take off those dirty clothes and get in the shower. Clean yourself up, inside and out. When you get out, I’ll have something for you to wear.”

Jill unceremoniously stripped in front of Officer Friendly.

As she bent over to unbuckle her thin high-heeled sandals, Friendly caught a glimpse of her pink asshole.

“You know how to use an enema, right?” He asked.

When Jill finished with her shower, she was as clean inside and out as she could have possibly been. The enema was an unusual experience, but she hadn’t had much to eat, so there wasn’t much to “cleanse” out of her system.

Friendly handed her a soft, white terry cloth robe and opened a toolbox full of make-up supplies. It looked as if someone had stolen a facial kit from a department store.

“We got about twenty minutes before we get started. Make yourself look nice, okay?” Friendly said in a businesslike manner.

Jill wasn’t sure why Friendly wanted to wait to have sex with her. She wasn’t being reluctant. He was attractive in his own way, and although she would never have looked twice at him crossing the street, now that he was naked, he was very easy on the eyes.

She almost felt disappointed when he wrapped a towel around his waist.

Jill found her same shade and brand of nail polish and touched up her fingernails and toenails. Friendly stepped into the bathroom to see her progress and Jill knew she had done well by the dick pushing his towel up.

Jill began to feel as if she had gotten off easy – as far as her unnecessary punishment was concerned.

That feeling ended when the door blew open and T.J. stepped into the room.

“What we got, here?” T.J. blurted loudly. “Oh fuck! You? This is gonna be the shit, here.”

Four college boys stepped into the room behind T.J. Two of them looked just like the young, skinny black men in the first video booth movie she had watched. The other two were white and looked like boys her daughter was friends with in high school. One of them – Mark, she believed – may have dated her daughter at some point.

None of the young men looked a day over nineteen.

A middle-aged white man walked in seconds later, carrying a tripod and camera case. Behind him, two girls, one black and one white, and neither barely over nineteen.

“What’s going on?” Jill asked sheepishly. As soon as she spoke, she could tell one of the white boys recognized her. He looked at her as if to tell her to be quiet.

“We’re going to see how you do with a professional photographer, Red.” Officer Friendly waved his hand at the young men, motioning them to undress. “We got the spy camera footage bullshit, but this is gonna be the good stuff.”

For the moment, Jill was relieved to see T.J. leaving his clothes on.

As the young men undressed, they took turns in the bathroom, shaving, relieving themselves, showering quickly, and then standing before one of the girls. The girls remained clothed, but kneeled in front of two of the young men and used their mouths to bring the young, hairless cocks to erection.

“Red, you ready to pay your debt to society?” Friendly asked.

Jill remained silent. She stood up, walked in front of the bed, faced the cameraman, and let her robe slip off her shoulders.

The white girl deepthroating one of the black boys stopped and turned to look at Jill. Jill suddenly recognized her as April, one of Andi’s friends from freshman year of high school that had to change schools because of rezoning. She had seen April at the mall from time to time, always wearing nice clothes – nicer than her parents could afford – and usually on the arm of a black boyfriend. It made sense to Jill, now.

“All right. What do you want me to do?” Jill asked.

That was the last thing she said for three hours.

The black boys were first to lick, suck, and fuck Jill. Their cocks were long, but not very thick. Their tongues on her pussy made Jill cry out in pleasure more than their tools inside her.

The white boys were even better at going down on her.

T.J. directed Jill through scene after scene, in various combinations with the four young men. They fucked her repeatedly, but never climaxed. Jill, however, came at least a dozen times. She couldn’t help herself. The boys were half her age and full of energy.

Each time one of the young men was about to climax, he was told to pull out or pull back. It appeared that come shots were not the highlight of this movie, at least not the men’s come shots. Jill, however, had soaked half the bed.

The larger white boy, Wayne was underneath her, filling her pussy as Mark knelt behind her, easing the head of his bulbous dick into her asshole.

The black boys had each fucked her anus twice, but their cocks weren’t nearly as wide as Mark’s.

“Fuck, Ms. Jill,” Mark panted, “You’re asshole is tighter than Andi’s!”

Jill’s body shook with waves of orgasm and Mark used the opportunity to push his full length inside her.

Jill bucked hard, her pussy spasming on Wayne’s fat shaft as her sphincter held tight around Mark’s cock. She shuddered again moments later as she felt Mark fill her bowels with semen.

A stream of come oozed from her asshole and down Wayne’s shaft as Mark stepped off the bed.

“Awe man, why’d you have to go and do that?” Wayne complained.

April had a warm washcloth ready and wiped off Mark’s tool before sucking him back to rigidity.

The black girl took another washcloth and wiped off Wayne’s dick and the crack of Jill’s ass. She gave Jill a quick kiss on the ass cheek as she stepped out of frame.

“That’s alright, Mark.” Friendly said. He had been sitting in the background, not saying a word the entire time T.J. was directing Jill. “We’re almost done for tonight. You did good, hoss. You deserved a nut.”

Mark resumed his position and the two continued fucking Jill for another fifteen minutes.

The two black boys were climaxing in the mouths of the two girls as Mark stepped off the bed.

Jill collapsed on Wayne, and he politely rolled her off of him, laying her on her side.

As Wayne stepped off the bed, Friendly stepped on.

“I think that’s a wrap, T.J.” Friendly said without argument.

“Shit, we got enough for a double-feature. If she sells well, we might have to offer her a regular position.” T.J. smiled as he helped pack up the camera equipment.

The young men showered and dressed, and then escorted the girls out of the room, followed by the cameraman and T.J.

“Red, it’s just you and me, now.” Friendly smiled as he lifted one of Jill’s legs.

His cock was every bit as big as Mark’s now, as he rubbed it against Jill’s asshole.

Jill reached back and lifted an ass cheek invitingly.

Friendly may have been a bastard toward Jill since the beginning, but now, he was fucking her with finesse. He sucked on her toes as he rhythmically slid more of his thick tool inside her. He reached down to her sopping wet, and loose pussy and pressed firmly against her swollen clit.

Wetness gushed between his fingers as Jill orgasmed, but Friendly maintained his rhythm.

He turned Jill in several positions, each new one allowing more of his long cock inside her than the previous, until finally all of his full nine inches was inside her.

“That’s a good white girl.” Friendly said as he began to fuck Jill’s ass faster.

The motel room door swung open, and Jill feared T.J. had returned to feed her his unwanted tool.

Instead, Jill’s eyes were both relieved and shocked when she recognized Dee.

“I think that’s enough, Friendly.” Dee said.

“Boy, have you lost your mind?” Friendly said without losing pace. “I brought you into this world, and I can take you out! Besides, your dick-sucking girlfriend has already left.”

Friendly continued to slide in and out of Jill’s ass as he waited for Dee to say or do something. April was actually Dee’s ex-girlfriend, and Friendly knew it.

Dee stood frozen, watching his father expertly fuck Jill’s bottom. Friendly then positioned himself under Jill so she was sitting on his cock with her full weight. He leaned back, and Jill leaned back against him. She raised her knees and placed her beautiful white feet on Friendly’s black upper thighs.

“Put your goddamned meat in her cunt and finish her off, proper like!” Friendly said from behind Jill.

Dee was hesitant, but Jill raised her head enough to let him know it was okay. She was doing all the work on his father’s manhood, allowing several inches of his shaft to be exposed before impaling herself until it disappeared back inside her.

Dee’s cock was full and firm within seconds of taking down his pants.

Jill’s clitoris throbbed as he twisted his cockhead and pushed it inside her.

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