A while back, I sent you "Volume I" of my experiences. In case you've forgotten,
here's a copy: I guess I've always been an exhibitionist. I can remember the
thrill I got in high school whenever I realized that a boy was trying to look up
my skirt. I also remember that on such occasions, I was careful not to ruin his
view. In college, I got a daily rush as I walked to class past the fire station,
as the firefighters enjoyed my hot pants and halter top combinations (needless
to say, my male classmates and a few professors also enjoyed the shows).
Luckily, I married a wonderful guy who not only tolerates my fantasies, but has
led me to new heights. It all started one day when we were shopping. I was
looking for a new pair of shoes and John (my Husband) was off looking at
electronics. As a really cute salesman helped me try on a pair of shoes, I
realized my skirt was riding up rather high on my legs, giving him a good view.
The rush of excitement started to fill me and I casually managed to brush the
hem even higher, until I was sure he could see my black bikini panties. I tried
on several pairs of shoes after that, getting hornier with each show. It wasn't
until I got up to leave that I saw John standing about 20 feet away, staring at
me! As I approached, he asked if I was enjoying myself. I started to stammer out
a reply, but he angrily cut me off. "It's obvious that you were exposing
yourself on purpose. Do I bore you so much that you have to get your jollies
like this?" With that, he walked away. After I caught up with him, we went out
to our car and had a long talk. I managed to convince him of my love for him and
confessed to my long-standing exhibitionism. To my surprise, he looked me in the
eye and offered me a proposition: "If you mean everything you've said, I think
we can work something out. Are you willing?" Of course, I had no choice but to
say yes. "OK," he continued, "We're going to have some fun. Since you like to
show off so much, I'm going to let you--but, you're going to do exactly as I
say. Understand?" I inhaled deeply and nodded my head. "All right, then, take
off your pantyhose and panties" he ordered. "W-What?" I stuttered. "Listen,
slut," he said, "If you're going to show off, you're going to do it right! You
will do exactly as I say, and you will show your pussy where and when I tell
you. Now get your fucking panties off!" Shock and lust mingled as did as I was
told. John had never used language like that around me and now he was ordering
me around like a whore. As my panties and pantyhose slid off, He ordered, "Now
your bra." Without questioning him, I unhooked my bra, setting my 35c tits free.
"OK," he said, "Let's go shopping." The rush of the air across my naked pussy
turned me on even more as we walked to the mall. Our first stop was Frederick's
of Hollywood, where John picked out a black miniskirt, a sheer white blouse, and
a garter belt and stockings. He then ordered me into a restroom to change into
my "whore clothes." As I left the restroom, I felt like every eye in the mall
was on me. The miniskirt barely covered the tops of the stockings, and the sheer
blouse did little to hide the fact that I was braless. As I walked, I could feel
my nipples hardening and pressing against the thin material. "How do you feel,"
John asked. "Scared, horny, and confused." I replied. "Good," he smiled. "You
know, those shoes don't match your new outfit. Why don't you go in this shoe
store and buy a pair of black spike heels. And, don't even think about leaving
until the salesman has had a good look at your cunt." The tone of his voice made
it clear that I was expected to obey, so I did. For the next 15 minutes, I tried
on shoes, allowing my skirt to ride up my thighs. The poor sales boy nearly
swallowed his tongue with excitement, and the bulge in his pants proved he was
getting the view John had commanded. Finally, I made my selection and walked out
of the store to John. "Now how do you feel" he asked. "Now, I'm just horny." I
replied. "That makes two of us," he said, "let's go out to the car so you can
blow me." Again, it was clear I had no choice, so I dutifully followed him to
the car and sucked him dry in the parking lot. He then drove home where he gave
me the absolute best fucking I've ever had. As we lay in bed, I couldn't help
asking if he'd like me to continue the slut role. Smiling deeply, he suggested
that I agree to be his whore whenever he asked. In return, he would promise to
fulfill all of my exhibitionist fantasies and that I would be fucked as much as
I could stand. In response, I dove under the sheets and sucked greedily on his
cock, stopping only to say, "Your wish is my command, Master." Since that day,
my Master has taken me on many shopping trips, always showing my cunt to
strangers, and always fucking me fantastically afterwards. On our third such
trip, I was really getting into teasing a cute young clerk. He was so turned on,
he had trouble talking. As I left the store, John met me and walked me to a
nearby bench. "I think that poor boy needs relief," he said. "What do you mean?"
I asked. "I mean, I think that you should go back in there, follow him into the
stockroom, and offer to suck his cock." I did as I was ordered, thoroughly
enjoying the ten seconds it took to drain the poor boy's cock. Recently, he took
me even farther, bringing home two gorgeous hunks to fuck me while he videotaped
the action. I can't tell you how thrilling it was to have a cock in my mouth
while another stud pounded into my pussy, knowing that John was watching and
filming every stroke. And, last night we had our greatest adventure ever. Let me
tell you about it: As usual on a Saturday, I was dressed in my whore outfit. As
I pranced around the house, I couldn't help getting wetter and wetter in
anticipation of whatever plan my husband had for me. As usual, I spent a large
part of the day looking in the mirror, admiring my outfit. My black micromini
skirt just reached the end of my garters--any time I leaned over or sat down, it
rose to show my thighs above the stockings. My blouse was all but transparent,
and my hard nipples were clearly visible. But, what brought the outfit together
was the set of 4 1/2 inch spike heels on which I had to balance. My husband had
told me that in this outfit I was the most beautiful slut he had ever seen and
that he constantly wanted to fuck me. Luckily, he usually went with his desires,
and Saturdays were often one fuck after another. Late in the afternoon, we took
our weekly shopping trip, where I flashed my pussy and tits to at least ten
lucky guys. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't ordered to deliver a blow
job to one of them, but John assured me that I would have my fun later. This, he
said, was just a warm-up. At about 7:00, John ordered me to collect my "toys" (a
few dildos and vibrators I keep to entertain John and myself with) and get into
the car. He then drove me to the home of one of our friends, Steve. Steve is a
truck driver who has fucked me several times during our games. He has a huge
cock and is always good for a great fucking, so I started to get eager as we
pulled into his drive. It was then I noticed four other cars parked in the
drive. As we entered the house, I saw that Steve had set up a card table where
he and five other guys were playing poker. Smiling, he greeted us, telling the
other players "Our waitress is here." All of the guys immediately started
placing orders for drinks, which I dutifully filled. As I served the drinks,
each of the guys fondled my ass, tits and pussy for as long as they could. I
snuck a look at John and saw him smiling like a Cheshire cat. Again following
orders, I returned to the kitchen and picked up a tray of snacks which I also
served. Again, all six guys enjoyed my assets, with several managing to
finger-fuck me as I served the guy next to them. John motioned me to follow him
into the kitchen and I did so, barely able to control my lust. John immediately
removed my skirt and blouse, kissed me, and told me that before the night was
over I would be fucked better than I had ever dreamt, but first I needed to
tease the guys until they were ready to burst. He then handed me an ice bucket
and told me to see if anybody's drinks needed freshened. Reaching into the
bucket, I pulled out an ice cube which I rubbed on my already hard nipples,
until they were nearly as stiff as the cocks in the next room. Then, clad only
in a garter belt, stockings and heels, I took a deep breath, walked into the
living room and asked "Anybody need ice?" The reaction from the men was great. I
heard several gasps, one moan and the sound of one poor guy dropping his glass.
As I refilled their glasses, it was obvious that all barriers were down. My
tits, ass and pussy were caressed, pinched, kissed and sucked as I fought to
push them away (of course, I didn't fight too hard). As I watched the game
resume, Steve won a big pot, so I walked over and slid onto his lap. "Since you
just won, you won't mind sitting out a hand will you?" I purred. "Not at all,"
he answered. During the next hand, Steve and I kissed and talked. He also took
advantage of the time to finger-fuck me almost to an orgasm. Unfortunately,
before I could come, the hand ended. The winner this time was Bob, a tall thin
blond, who had caught my eye from the beginning of the evening. Eagerly, I moved
to his lap, and sucked his tongue deeply into my mouth. I could feel his cock
straining against his pants as I asked, "What's your favorite position for sex?"
He managed to stammer that he liked to fuck doggy style. "Oooh," I responded,
"that's neat--I love getting fucked from behind." The effect was just what I
expected: Bob had to fight to keep from creaming his jeans right there. The next
hand ended with Ron, a huge black guy winning the pot--and a lap warmer. As we
kissed and he fondled my tits, I asked, "Are black cocks really as big as they
say?" "Mine is," he answered. Reaching down, I stroked his dick through his
pants and sighed deeply. Before I could go further, the hand ended, with Steve
winning again. Moving to his lap, I said, "I know what you like," and straddled
his legs, putting my now soaked pussy against the bulge in his pants. As the
poker game went on, I slid up and down his trapped shaft. Steve sucked on my
tits as I got hotter and hotter. Again, just as I was about to come, the hand
ended and I had to change laps. This continued for almost an hour, with each
winner enjoying all the attention I could give him. Several times, the guys
started to undo their pants and free their suffering dicks, but I made it clear
that the fun would continue only as long as everyone kept his cock in his pants.
Finally, Steve mentioned that he needed another beer. As I walked into the
kitchen, John grabbed me, kissing me deeply. "You're fantastic!" was all he
could say. He then handed me my bag of toys and indicated that it was time to
break up the card game for a little show. A cold wave of fear struck me as I
heard his words. It had taken me months to work up enough courage to allow my
husband to watch me masturbate. Now, he was ordering me to put on a similar show
for 6 other men, 5 of whom I barely knew. Could I do it? As the wave of fear
swept down my body, a strange thing happened: it collided with a wave of heat
and lust which was rising from my pussy. I literally felt my stomach churning as
the two powers fought for control of my body. Finally, I could feel my nipples
start to harden and my face begin to redden as the heat of my passion overcame
my fears and one thought forced itself to the front of my mind. Responding to
that thought, I asked, "Am I allowed to have an orgasm?" Smiling, John replied,
"Allowed? I want you to have an orgasm! But, take your time and make it good.
After that, you are allowed to do anything you want. You'll have 6 horny guys to
take care of, but I know you can do it." Taking the bag of toys, I confidently
walked to the table and announced, "OK, boys, the card game is over. It's time
for me play a little." With that, I climbed onto the table and pulled out my
largest dildo. Lying back, I slid the head of the rubber cock between my labia.
This particular dildo is 13 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter, so it
had always been a struggle to use it in the past. But, after all the
preliminaries, I was so wet that the head popped into my pussy with no effort at
all. Soon, I was slamming 10 inches of rock-hard rubber in and out of my cunt
like a jackhammer. Opening my eyes, I saw 6 cocks at attention with every one of
the guys taking matters into his own hands. That's all it took for me to explode
into the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Waves of pleasure washed over me for
what seemed like forever. As I came to my senses, I could see Steve's beautiful
cock inches from my face. Looking him in the eyes, I managed to whisper,
"Please, I need the real thing. Please, please fuck me." Steve needed no further
encouragement; grasping my leg, he spun me around and pulled me to the edge of
the table. With one thrust, he drove his cock into my sopping pussy, slamming
his balls against my ass. As I looked around, I marveled at the thought that I
was getting fucked while 6 guys (including my husband) watched. My brain told me
I should be embarrassed or ashamed, but the rest of my body disagreed. I was
thrilled to be doing what I was doing and I loved the way every eye in the room
was fixed on my pussy. Suddenly, I focused on Ron's cock. As he had promised, it
was huge. To my amazement, it looked even bigger than the dildo I had been using
minutes before. Reaching out, I grabbed the monster and pulled it to my mouth.
The contrast between my white fingers, bright red fingernails, and the huge
black shaft was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I could barely fit the
cock head into my mouth, but I was determined to give Ron the best blow job he
had ever had. Luckily, he understood how difficult it was to suck something that
big, and allowed me to adjust and slowly slide more of his meat into my hungry
mouth. I was vaguely aware of Steve screaming as he shot his load into my pussy,
and I felt someone else take his place and start fucking me, but I was
concentrating on the biggest dick I had ever seen which was now pushing against
the back of my throat. Accompanied by the cheers of the audience, I continued to
work on sucking Ron's cock deeper and deeper. Suddenly, I could feel him
tensing; his hands grasped the back of my head. I knew he was getting close and
I knew I couldn't expect him to stay patient. Desperately, I tried to relax my
throat muscles and let him plunge even deeper. Finally, I felt his balls
pressing against my chin and I knew I had done it! Reaching up, I stroked his
balls once, twice, three times, and was rewarded with a groan and the familiar
taste of hot, sweet cum washing down my throat. He seemed to pump gallons of
sperm into me; despite my best efforts to swallow it all, some oozed out of my
mouth and dribbled down my neck. I've always been proud of my cocksucking
abilities, but never as much as I was at that moment. The rest of the night was
a nymphomaniac's paradise. I got fucked in every conceivable position. Each of
the guys fucked my cunt and my mouth at least once. My personal highlight was
when I straddled Ron, riding his huge cock, while Bob fucked my ass from behind.
Meanwhile, the other guys took turns feeding me their cocks while I jerked off
whoever wasn't in my mouth. At the end of the night, I knelt by the door with a
dildo in my pussy and another up my ass. As each of my new friends left, I
gently kissed his cock goodbye, thanked him for fucking me, and told him how
much I had enjoyed being his whore. When only John and Steve were left, they led
me to the sofa and had me tell them all about my favorite parts of the evening,
especially dwelling on how it felt to suck Ron's dick. Steve then walked over to
a partially open cupboard and pulled out a camcorder--they had secretly
videotaped the entire night! I actually got to watch as that monster cock fucked
my throat; what a treat. John has since made it clear that last night was only a
beginning. He's fascinated by my talent and my lust, and says that watching me
get gangbanged was the most exciting thing he's ever done. I have burned every
pair of panties, pantyhose and bra that I own, and have promised to be his slut
24 hours a day, 7 days a week. In return, I listened as he telephoned each of
the guys at the party to set up our next meeting. He has already told me that at
the end of the next party I am going to offer myself to everyone in the room on
a permanent basis--I will be available to fuck or suck any of them any time they
want, as long as they agree that we will videotape the action. I can only hope
that they all agree. I promise to let you know how it goes. Proud to be a whore,
Lynda Now, here is "Volume II": Hi! As you probably know, in my last letter, I
promised to keep you informed about my continuing adventures now that I've
become a full-time sex toy for my husband, John, and his friends. In my first
letter, I told you all about how I got into this position and how much John and
I enjoyed my first gangbang. Since that night, it seems my life has become one
fantasy fuck after another. John's imagination is unlimited, and I have yet to
refuse one of his orders. Since I now spend most of my days nude, I have gone on
a diet, trimming my figure to 35c-25-35. John still thinks my legs are my best
asset (since I'm 5'8" tall, I do have nice long legs which are emphasized nicely
by the stiletto heels I now wear constantly). In the weeks since I became a sex
toy, John and I have established a set of rules which I constantly obey. These
rules are: 1. I never, ever wear a bra, panties, pantyhose or any type of pants,
unless directed to by John. 2. Whenever I am in our house, I must be naked,
except that I am permitted to wear a garter belt, stockings and high heels. John
will make exceptions to this for special occasions (for example, a visit from my
mother), but such exceptions are rare. 3. My legs and pussy must be perfectly
shaved at all times. I am not permitted to have any stubble or other
imperfections. I am permitted to retain a small triangle of pubic hair above my
pussy, but it must be neatly trimmed. 4. My hair and makeup must be perfect at
all times. My hair (blonde) is worn long and loose around my shoulders. My
lipstick and fingernails are always to be bright red, and must be perfectly
maintained. 5. When I leave the house, I wear only miniskirts, minidresses, or
button-down-the front skirts or dresses which must be unbuttoned to a point at
least 18" above my knees. Blouses must be either sheer enough to see my nipples,
or must be unbuttoned to a point below my tits. 6. I am not permitted to use
"cutesy" or "analytical" terms such as "making love" or "vagina". Instead, I
must use common terms like "fuck" and "cunt." 7. I must fuck, suck, and/or
display my body whenever and wherever John orders. This includes fucking and
sucking any of the guys from my first gangbang whenever they want. After all,
they helped teach me the joy of being a fuck toy, so they deserve "any time, any
where" status. 8. I must obey any order John gives, even if it conflicts with
any of the above rules. I realize that many women would find these rules
oppressive and unacceptable, especially in the "Equal Rights" era we live in.
However, I have no problem with these rules. I know that John respects my mind
and believes me to be his equal in all non-sexual matters. I trust him
completely and know that he would never order me to do anything which might hurt
me. Our rules only provide a basis for a great sex life. Before the rules we had
a "normal" sex life--2 or 3 fucks a week, generally just before we both fell
asleep. Now, I get fucked 2 or 3 times a day and have experienced thrills that
other women merely dream of. For example, let me tell you what I did this week:
On Monday, as usual, I got up an hour before John, showered, shaved my legs and
pussy, prepared my hair and make-up, and woke John up with a blowjob. About
10:00 A.M., I got a phone call from Steve. As you may recall, Steve is one of
the guys who participated in my first gangbang and to whom John has offered my
body on an "anytime" basis. It seems Steve was going to be in town briefly and
wanted to fuck. I invited him over, called John at work to report my situation,
and set up our camcorder to record the activity for John's review. When Steve
arrived, I greeted him wearing only my stiletto heels and a gold necklace. Since
he was in a hurry, we didn't bother with games. Instead, he took me straight to
bed, fucking me with his normal level of passion. After he filled my pussy with
cum, he allowed me to fuck myself to an orgasm with a dildo while he watched.
Since this made him hard again, he had me suck his cock, choosing to shoot his
load all over my face. After he left, I had just enough time to get cleaned up
before John came home for lunch. While John watched the video of Steve fucking
me, I sat between his legs, sucking his dick. Eventually, John rewarded me by
bending me over the sofa and fucking me up the ass. The afternoon was relatively
uneventful, although one door-to-door salesman got quite an eyeful while trying
to convince me to buy an encyclopedia. Had he wanted to fuck me, I would have
called John to get permission (which is almost always granted) and then would
have given him whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, he never worked up the courage
to ask. On Mondays, we always have a "Monday Night Football" party. John invited
the usual gang over for the game, and I filled the role of cocktail waitress
(nude, of course). I also provided the halftime entertainment, putting on a show
with my dildo collection. During the game, John runs a pool--whoever guesses
closest to the final score gets to fuck the waitress. This week, the winner was
Ron, a black stud with the biggest cock I have ever seen. As the others watched,
Bob fucked me for almost an hour, coming twice in my cunt and once in my mouth.
I must admit, I always secretly hope that Ron will win the pool. I always enjoy
getting fucked in front of an audience, but it's even better with a well-hung
stud like Ron. No matter how often I do it, there is nothing that turns me on as
much as swallowing his 12" dick and feeling his big balls slap my chin while the
others "ooh and ahh" over my cocksucking abilities. I know it also turns on
John, because he never fails to fuck me like mad on nights after Ron wins the
pool. On Tuesdays, I am permitted to sleep in because of Monday's late night
activities. Thus, John was already at work when the phone rang, waking me up.
This time, it was Joe calling. Joe is one of our Monday night regulars, but
isn't one of my "anytime" fuckers. He also has yet to be lucky enough to win the
pool, and therefore has never gotten to fuck me. He said that he hadn't been
able to sleep since watching Ron and me and desperately needed to see me. He
asked me to meet him at a local restaurant for lunch and "some fun". After
getting approval from John, I showered, shaved and dressed for lunch. I wore a
tiny, white knit mini dress, which barely covered my ass. Because it was so
short, I couldn't wear any stockings, and so was completely nude underneath.
Putting on my 4" white high heels, I went out the door, confident that Joe would
enjoy seeing me. Every eye in the room watched me as I walked over to Joe's
booth. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he made room for me to sit
down. He kept his left hand on my pussy during the entire meal, letting me know
my choice of clothing was perfect. Throughout the meal, I did my best to keep
him aroused, sensuously licking my silverware, and making a point of talking
about how much I enjoy Monday night football. After finishing lunch, we then
went out to his car, where I asked if he wanted a blowjob or a fuck. "God," he
moaned, "I'm dying to fuck your mouth!" Stripping off my dress, I slid to the
floor and freed his cock. Needless to say, he was already rock hard and ready
for action. His cock was tiny compared to Ron's, but was a nicely shaped 6", so
he had nothing to be ashamed of. I could tell his blowjob was not going to take
long from the moment I touched his quivering dick. The head was already coated
with pre- cum from all my teasing in the restaurant, and he moaned softly as I
kissed the tip and licked off the delicious fluid. Slowly, I lowered my head,
sucking slightly as his cock slid over my tongue. After a few strokes, I paused
to tell him how good he tasted and how glad I was he had called me. As I slid
him back into my hot mouth, I saw him close his eyes and clench his mouth, and
knew he was fighting to keep from coming. I also knew that when a man is in my
mouth, the only one who can control his cock is me, and I was not going to let
him wait. Sucking deeply, I fed his dick down my throat, humming softly as I did
so. At the same time, I gently squeezed his balls, encouraging his orgasm. As I
expected, he erupted in my mouth, unleashing spurt after spurt of my favorite
after-dinner drink. As his orgasm subsided, I continued to suck and lick his
cock, managing to maintain his rigid condition. Once I was sure he was going to
stay hard, I slid back onto the seat and pulled his face to mine. As we kissed,
I managed to let a few drops of his cum (which I had held in my mouth) dribble
onto his tongue. "How do you like the taste of your sperm?" I asked. "I-I'm not
sure," he stuttered, "Th-that's the first time I've tasted it." "Well," I
suggested, "How would you like to taste a load of your cum as it drips out of my
pussy? If you're willing, I'll let you fuck me right now to find out how it
tastes." Without hesitation, he kissed me again and said, "Yes, Yes--anything
you want!" "Do you want me right here where anybody can see us?" I asked. "I
don't care who sees us, I have to fuck that beautiful cunt!" he nearly shouted.
I immediately slid onto his lap and buried his cock in my pussy. As I rode him
like a bucking bronco, I whispered encouragement into his ear: "Come on baby,
fuck me good. Pound the cock into my tight little pussy. You like that, don't
you? Yes, that's it, fuck me hard. You know I like it when a man abuses my cunt.
Oh God, you do like fucking me don't you? Oh, I can't wait to tell John what a
terrific fuck you gave me. Oh, baby stick it to me...I love your prick...oh,
you're going to make me cum..come on sugar, give it to me...cum with me,
Joe...make me your fuck toy...fuck me, FUCK ME..." Between the squeezing of my
cunt muscles and the begging in his ear, Joe was going wild: "Yes, yes, ride my
cock, bitch...God, I love your pussy...you are so fucking beautiful...oh, oh,
I'm coming!" With that, he shot his second load in ten minutes, splashing my
insides with his seed. As he collapsed in exhaustion, I guided him onto his back
across the front seat. As he gasped for air, I quickly slid off of his softening
prick and moved up to straddle his face. He opened his eyes to see my shaved
pussy inches from his mouth. "Wait," he started to say. "No way, sugar," I
replied, "You promised to eat your cum out of my pussy, and now it's time to pay
the piper." With that, I lowered myself onto his mouth and relaxed my cunt
muscles, letting his load pour out of me and onto his face. Gasping for air, Joe
knew he had no choice but to swallow his own cum. Surrendering, he swallowed and
licked me clean, bringing me to an orgasm as he did. "Now, that wasn't so bad
was it?" I asked. "I guess not," he answered, "Besides, that fuck was worth it."
I couldn't help but giggle as Joe struggled to get his pants back up and I slid
back into my dress. For once, the fuck toy had taken control and been the boss.
What a thrill it was to force a man to do what I wanted! Not that I was about to
give up my whore status with John (and lose the chance for all this great sex),
but it was fun to be in charge for a change...I'd almost forgotten how easy it
is to control a man through his penis. After kissing Joe goodbye (and getting
one more taste of his cum-coated lips), I hurried home. I had just enough time
to shower and freshen up before John came home form work. I couldn't wait to
tell him about my adventure with Joe, and after hearing my story, John couldn't
wait to fuck me. Unlike Joe, John managed to keep his cock from a quick
explosion, and slowly worked me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he rolled me
over and spread my ass cheeks. "Since your mouth and cunt have already been
creamed today, I think it's time to fuck your other hole." he said. "Just what I
was hoping you'd say!" I answered. "Come on honey, fuck my ass. I've been a bad
girl, fucking poor Joe like that...teach my ass a lesson with that big cock of
yours!" That was all the encouragement John needed. Within seconds, he was
pounding into my ass, grunting with each stroke and muttering between gasps:
"You fucking whore...you slut...take this, bitch...I'm going to fuck your ass
until you can't sit for a week!" Losing control myself, I heard my voice moaning
in response: "Yes, Yes, fuck my ass...come on baby...nobody fucks me like
you...Oh, God, I'm such a whore...fuck me, use me, cum in my ass, anything you
want, baby...oh, yes..." With that, John's cock exploded, gushing what seemed
like a quart of cum into my ass. Totally spent, we collapsed into bed, cuddling
together in exhaustion. As I fell asleep, my last thoughts were how lucky I was
to be John's whore and how much I loved my new lifestyle. Wednesday started like
most days: I got up early, showered put on my makeup, and returned to bed to
deliver John's wake-up blowjob. As I cleaned the house after John had left for
work, I couldn't help thinking about my sex life and fantasizing about what
adventure I would have next. I imagined the doorbell ringing and answering the
door to find two hunks who said they had been hired by John to work on a
plumbing problem at our house. Needless to say, before long my fantasy men were
working on my plumbing with their favorite tools. Unfortunately, my fantasies
remained just that, with the afternoon passing uneventfully (yes, there are some
days when I don't get fucked by one of John's friends). As a result, by the time
John got home, I was uncontrollably horny. When he found out that I hadn't been
fucked all day, John smiled and said, "Well, I bet your in the mood for some
fun, then. How about a shopping trip?" As you know, I love going shopping and
showing off my body, but right then I had something more satisfying in mind.
"I'd rather go upstairs and fuck you until you pass out." I answered. Laughing,
John said, "Don't worry, you're going to get fucked. But first, I feel like
reminding you that you're my sex toy. After all, it's been 24 hours since any of
my friends fucked you! Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your flashing
outfits for me?" Even though he phrased it as a question, I knew it was an
order, so I went upstairs, put on a garter belt, stockings, and a cute little
red dress we had gotten at Frederick's of Hollywood. It was one of my longer
dresses, coming down to about 4" above my knees, but it had two zippers in the
front; one ran from the hemline up to the waist and the other ran from the
neckline down to the waist. When both were completely unzipped, there was about
2" of material between them and my pussy and tits were fully exposed. I
carefully adjusted the zippers so that I could limit how much was showing (most,
but not all, of my tits and just a slight view of the tops of my stockings), put
on my red spike heels, and walked down stairs. "Good choice!" John exclaimed.
"You look great! I guarantee that every guy who sees you will want to fuck you!"
"That's fair," I answered, "I'm so horny, I'm going to want to fuck every guy I
see!" With that, we went out the door and got into the car. To my surprise, John
drove past the mall where we usually shop. When I asked why, he only smiled and
said "I have a better idea for tonight. Since you're such a horny bitch, I
thought we'd try something special." He refused to say anything else, but
continued to drive until we reached an adult book store. The signs outside
advertised adult books ,videos, toys, and live peep shows. Despite my sexual
appetite, I had never been inside to check out their supplies. As I looked at
John for guidance, he said, "Just follow my lead...I think you'll enjoy this."
As we entered the store I looked around and saw that there were two men
shopping; one was checking out the video selection and another was looking over
a selection of porn magazines featuring women with huge tits. The clerk, a cute
guy who looked barely old enough t be in the store sat behind a counter looking
bored. At the sound of the door closing, the clerk glanced our way and
immediately lost his bored look. As he flatly stared at me, his jaw dropped and
his eyes widened. It was obvious that they got very few female customers, and
even less who were dressed like me. As we walked around the store, John made a
point of squeezing my ass and stroking my hair and arms. We discussed the toys
on the shelves and John pointed out several items, on the bottom shelves,
knowing that I would have to either bend over, displaying my ass to those behind
me or squat, which would cause my dress to ride up and expose my pussy to those
in front of me. As usual, I knew that every eye in the room was following my
every move, and as I bent and squatted to reach the bottom shelves and stretched
to teach the top shelves, I got hornier and hornier. Eventually, the other two
customers made their choices and checked out, leaving us alone with the clerk.
Picking up a couple of large dildos, John asked the clerk if they were
guaranteed. Obviously confused and embarrassed by the question, the clerk
shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know--nobody has ever returned one."
Chuckling, John remarked that I might have to try them on before we purchased
any. He then asked about the peep shows advertised outside. The clerk explained
that they were short of girls and, as a result, didn't have anyone on duty at
the moment. Putting on a disappointed look, John remarked that he had really
been looking forward to a show. He then asked if the store was looking for
replacements. "We're always looking," the clerk replied. "Well," John said, "My
wife might be able to use a part-time job. Can she have a try out?" The clerk's
eyes bulged as he looked quickly at me. For a second, I thought he was going to
pass out, but he finally managed to say, "The, the manager isn't here right now,
but I'm sure he'd be willing to see her---I mean, he'd be willing to interview
her." John looked at me, winked, and turned back to the clerk. "Why don't you
just see her and report to your manager what you think? Should she go into one
of your back rooms or would you prefer to conduct the interview here?" Gulping,
the clerk said, "I, I can't leave the register...I have to stay here." John
continued to press the issue, "What do your girls generally do? Do they just
strip, or do they put on more explicit shows?" "Well, generally they just strip
and talk to the customers through the glass wall, but if a customer gives them a
big enough tip, they sometimes get, well, more intimate." "Well, suppose we
pretend that you just gave Lynda here a really big tip. Honey, show him how
intimate you can get." Taking my cue, I walked behind the counter and slowly
unzipped my dress the rest of the way. Shrugging my shoulders, I let it slip off
and fall to the floor. As I stood naked in front of this young clerk, I felt my
pussy getting damp and lust taking over my body. My hands wandered over my body,
pinching my nipples, stroking my pussy, and rubbing my stockings. Turning away
from the clerk, I bent over, spreading my legs to give him a view of my ass and
pussy. I straightened up and walked toward him, saying, "I want you to know
these tits are natural, not silicon. Would you like to feel them?" Nodding, he
reached out and cupped each of my tits, his eyes getting even wider. As I backed
away, I noticed the dildos John had carried to the counter. Grabbing the largest
one, I licked it suggestively, keeping my eyes on the clerk. Hopping onto the
counter, I spread my legs and started to stroke my pussy. "Do your girls fuck
themselves for the customers?" I asked. "I, I don't really know," he whispered.
"Well, if I'm hired, you'll know I'm willing to do whatever it takes to please
the customers." I cooed. I then started to slide the dildo between my pussy
lips. "Don't be afraid," I continued, "Take out your cock and rub it...that's
what your customers do isn't it?" As I slid the rubber cock deeper into my
steamy twat, his zipper came down and his dick came out. The sight of that young
pecker got me even more excited. I drove the dildo into my cunt, fucking myself
harder and harder. Soon I was gasping with every stroke, as I felt myself losing
control. Becoming more vocal, I started babbling, "That's it baby, stroke your
cock.. look at my cunt...see how deep this dildo is going...I wish it was your
hot young dick fucking me...oh, how I'd love that...I bet you'd like to fuck me
wouldn't you? How about fucking my mouth, would you like that? I love to suck
cock and I love to fuck...oh, baby you look like you're ready to cum...wait for
me, I want to cum with you. pretend this is your cock in my cunt...oh, yeah,
fuck me baby...shoot your cum all over me...I'm going to cum...come on, baby
shoot with me...oh, God...now, honey, now..." As if on cue, my young spectator
obeyed, pointing his cock at me and sending a huge gob of semen splashing onto
my tits. The second wad caught me in the face, splashing on my forehead and
running down my cheek. As I surrendered to my own orgasm, I managed to reach out
with my tongue and catch some of the sperm running down my face. This caused my
young stud to send another spurt through the air, this one landing on my stomach
and on the hand pumping the dildo into my pussy. "YES!" I screamed. "Shower me
with your cum...come on, baby, give it all to me...I want to wear your cum
home!" Taking my hand from the dildo, I rubbed his cum all over my face and
body. As I did, he continued to cum, shaking with every blast. I swear, he must
have been saving up for a month...he spurted load after load onto my body and
onto the counter. Finally, his cock quivered and started to soften. Diving to my
knees, I kissed and sucked his shriveled dick, telling him how delicious his cum
was and how much I enjoyed cumming with him. After we both calmed down, I coolly
reached over and picked up my dress, smiled, and asked "Do you think I can get
the job?" As we rode home, John couldn't compliment my performance enough. "You
were spectacular," he said, "You were born to be a whore...I love watching you
perform. Believe me when we get home I'm going to give you the fucking you
deserve. You are going to get fucked until you can't cum anymore." And, when we
got home, that's exactly what happened--John fucked me longer and harder than
ever before. By the time we collapsed into each others arms, I had decided that
we would have to make the book store a permanent part of our sex games. Who
knows, maybe I really could get a job there--I bet that would drive John mad
with lust! Oooh would that be fun! After Thursday morning's blowjob (which took
quite a while, since John had spent so much energy and cum the night before), I
relaxed around the house, thinking about how lucky I am. After all, I have a
well-hung husband who's not only terrific in bed, but who enjoys letting me have
all the sex I want. More miraculously, he understands my desires even better
than I do. I would never have thought of the circumstances he created on
Wednesday night, but once he put me in them, it was great...fucking myself in
front of a nice young cock, getting fresh young sperm shot all over my face and
body...then going home and getting fucked out of my mind.....Before I realized
it, my fingers were buried in my pussy and I was moving towards an orgasm as I
replayed last night over and over in my mind. My masturbation was interrupted by
the telephone ringing. "Oh," I thought, "Please be someone wanting to fuck me!"
The voice on the phone was John's: "Hi sugar, what are you up to?" Truthful to a
fault, I told him I was finger-fucking myself while daydreaming about the night
before. Chuckling, John asked if I was interested in some live action instead of
fantasy replays. "You know I am." was my reply. "OK, here's the story," he
explained. "You remember me mentioning I had a meeting with Pat Wilson this
morning? Pat's the CEO of one of our biggest customers, and is used to special
treatment as a result. Well, during lunch, Pat was hinting about being horny and
needing a whore to relieve the stress of travel. After a little small talk, the
conversation kept coming back to whether or not I knew any whores. Since you're
the hottest slut I know, I ended up recommending you. Pat's thrilled, and wants
to get together with you right now, so you'd better get ready. There are a few
things you should know though. First, Pat thinks you're a whore, not my wife, so
play it like you're a pro. Who knows, Pat may even "tip" you. Second, Pat is
into lingerie, so put on some clothes. I was thinking your "Merry Widow" and
G-string outfit would be perfect. Finally, make sure you turn on the hidden
camera in the bedroom--I don't want to miss this!" After a little more
conversation, we hung up and I ran upstairs to get ready. I dug my Merry Widow
outfit out of the drawer and pulled it on. This outfit is a black and red
bustier; it leaves my tits exposed and ends just above my pubic hair. Long
garters lead to black nylon stockings. As John had suggested, I also put on a
tiny black G-string; the outfit is topped with a sheer red nylon "jacket" which
sort of covers my tits. As I put on my highest spike heels, the doorbell rang.
"God," I thought, "this Pat didn't waste any time." I rushed over to the hidden
camcorder, turned it on and ran to answer the door. Putting on my sexiest smile,
I opened the door. Instead of a horny stud, there stood a tall, pretty brunette
in a well-tailored blue pinstripe suit. "Oops," I thought, "Wrong doorbell.
Well, at least I'm sort of dressed; after all, a few minutes ago I would have
answered the door nude." As I started to ask if I could help this stranger at my
door, she spoke, "You must be Lynda; I'm Patty." My surprise must have showed on
my face because she immediately added, "Didn't John call you? He said he would
let you know I was coming." Fighting to regain control of my senses, I managed
to say, "Oh, yes, he called. It's just that when he said 'Pat' I assumed he
meant 'Patrick'. I guess I was just a little surprised." "Is this a problem?"
she asked. "I'll understand if..." "Hell yes it's a problem. I've never even
thought about fucking another woman and now I have some damn lesbian bitch
knocking on my door expecting me to dive into her cunt!" I thought to myself.
Fortunately, though, I was able to control myself and answered sweetly, "No,
it's not a problem...I, I just need a second. Please, come in." As I closed the
door and turned to face her, she stepped closer and kissed me. Her kiss was
different than anything I have ever felt. At once soft and gentle, but at the
same time forceful and passionate. As her tongue caressed my lips and teeth, I
found myself responding, sliding my tongue into her mouth almost automatically.
Her hands caressed my ass and moved up to my tits. To my surprise, my pussy
started to dampen almost immediately. "Let's, let's go upstairs." I suggested.
"Lead on." she agreed. As we reached the top of the stairs, we paused outside
the bedroom door. "You have a beautiful ass," Patty murmured as she kissed me
again. "I can't wait to taste it." Taking her hand, I led her into the bedroom,
positioning her where the camera would have the best view. As she slid my jacket
off, she whistled softly, "Your breasts are as lovely as your ass--this is going
to be fun." Taking a deep breath, I forced myself forward. Kissing her deeply, I
used my hands to explore her body. After peeling her jacket off, I unbuttoned
her blouse and pulled it off. Opening the front closure of her bra freed a pair
of huge tits; they had to be at least 38d's I thought. No wonder John wanted
this on film! My hands then found the snap and zipper for her skirt. As it
dropped to the floor, she moaned softly and stepped back. I was surprised to see
that she wore a garter belt also; I would have thought a business woman like
this would wear pantyhose. As if in a dream, I knew I was expected to remove her
panties. Reaching down, I found the thin nylon and slid them down over her ass.
Again she moaned as the panties hit the floor. before I could move, she pulled
me to her. As our tits ground together she french-kissed me and whispered in my
ear, "Now it's my turn." Pushing me onto the bed, she bent over me, unknowingly
exposing her ass and cunt to the hidden camera. I could feel her breath on my
stomach as she gently removed my G-string. "OH!" she groaned, "You shave your
pussy, too! I love that! Darling you are everything John said and then some."
She crawled onto the bed, pressing her huge tits into mine. The feel of her
nylon encased legs against mine was great, and I could feel the heat from her
pussy radiating against mine. As she started kissing me, I adjusted to the
feeling and started to accept my excitement. Slowly the kisses changed to tiny
bites, turning me on even more. As she got more excited, Pat began to kiss and
bite her way down my neck and chest. As she reached my tits, she stopped, paying
extra attention to each of my nipples. She slowly and carefully sucked, kissed
and bit each of my nipples, using her hands to fondle whichever tit she wasn't
sucking at the moment. No man had ever made my tits feel so alive; I could feel
an orgasm approaching just from her suckling. Finally, she renewed her downward
travels, leaving my aching nipples for a taste of my stomach. As she approached
my pussy, I tensed, waiting for the touch of her mouth. Instead, I felt her hot
breath pass over my cunt and just a brush of her cheek as she instead started
kissing my thigh. To my surprise, she ignored my pussy, and continued to kiss,
bite and suck her way down my right leg. As she reached my foot, she sensuously
tongued my foot and sucked on the heel of my shoe as though it was a cock.
Moving to my left foot, she repeated the performance, working her way up my leg.
By the time she reached the top of my thigh, I was on fire--my pussy was
dripping and I ached for relief. As she lowered her head toward my pussy, my
hips thrust in the air to meet her. The first touch of her tongue on my clit was
like a bolt of lightening--an explosion of energy flashed from my burning cunt
down to my toes and up through my tits to my brain! As the orgasm engulfed me,
all I could do was moan: "Oh God, Yes! Oh my cunt...my tits...oh God, suck my
clit ...eat me...oh...I'm coming again!" As I finally regained my senses, I
realized that Pat had turned to better suck my pussy, placing per hips only
inches from my face. Without hesitation, I knew I had to make her experience
what I had just felt. Rolling on my side, I buried my face in her soaking wet
cunt. I did my best to repeat the things she had done to my pussy, sucking her
clit while my tongue knifed deep into her fuckhole. Her squirming and gasping
proved I was doing it right, so I plunged ahead, tongue-fucking her twat as fast
as I could. As she exploded into her own orgasm, my eyes fell on the drawer of
the nightstand where I keep my dildos. Reaching over, I opened the drawer and
pulled out the first dildo I got my hands on. Plunging it into Pat's cunt, I
fucked her as if my life depended upon it. Sucking her clit, I drove the rubber
cock into her pussy. Now it was her turn to lose control: "Yes, oh yes...fuck
me..I'm a whore, just like you...oh, fuck me...eat me...make me co-o-o-o-ome!"
With that she reached another shattering orgasm. For the next hour, we stroked,
licked and kissed each other from head to toe. Our pussies became willing
receptacles for all of my dildos as sucked and massaged each others tits. Pat
even managed to fuck my pussy with one of her rock-hard nipples (which I, of
course, sucked clean when she was done). We were like a couple of schoolgirls
discovering sex for the first time. Even our shower turned into a mini-orgy as
we ended up 69-ing in the tub. As we dressed afterwards, Patty complimented me
on my body one more time and then shyly asked, "Would it be OK if we traded
panties? I'd love to spend the rest of the day wearing your G-string." A
tremendously exciting thought struck me, and I answered, "On one condition--when
you go back to work, you have to spread your legs and show John what you're
wearing and tell him where you got them. I want him to know how much you enjoyed
his recommendation." Smiling broadly, she said, "It's a deal." As she was
leaving, Pat reached into her purse and pulled out a $100 bill. "This seems like
so little for what you've done. I hope it's OK." "It's fine," I responded,
"Besides I enjoyed myself as much as you." Looking into her purse once more, Pat
said, "I know--do you like rap music? One of my contacts gave me two tickets to
this concert tomorrow night and I'll be back in Chicago. Would you like them?"
"Sure," I said, "that's one of my favorite groups--they're very sexual, you
know." "Not as sexual as you, honey," she said, kissing me one more time as she
left. Needless to say, John hurried home after work to watch the tape of the
days activities. As I anticipated, he loved the candid shots of Pat's ass and
cunt. However, he was even more fascinated by the sight of me diving into her
pussy like a love-starved lesbian. I tried to explain the excitement I felt
servicing this beautiful, powerful woman, but couldn't put it into words. I
guess it was best explained as we were falling asleep after I had drained John's
cock for the third time. In answer to his question about our parting words, I
told him that I had made sure that Pat knew I loved every inch of her body and
that she was invited back to use me anytime she is in town. Friday dawned bright
and clear, and my pussy was still tingling from the feel of Pat's tongue as I
delivered John's morning blowjob. I looked forward to the concert, but had no
idea just how exciting it would actually be. The day passed quietly; somehow
none of John's friends seemed to need fucked. When John got home from work, we
changed into our concert clothes. At John's command, I put on a white lycra mini
dress. It was short enough and tight enough that I had to be naked underneath.
My white spike heels completed the outfit. Pat's friend must have been very
important--the tickets she had given me were front row, center, the best seats I
had ever seen. I'd rather not name the group, but it's safe to say that they are
known as one of the rawest rap groups around. Their lyrics are blatantly sexual
and cannot be played on most radio stations because of their constant use of the
word "fuck." nevertheless, they have always appealed to me, perhaps because the
thought of three well-hung black studs who clearly want just one thing from a
woman is such a turn-on. As usual, partway through the concert, the group
announced that they needed some scantily-clad background dancers and asked for
volunteers. Prompted by John, I, like every other woman in the crowd, raised my
hand. "Ray", the bass voice, made his selection first, picking a rather large
black woman on the left side of the stage. "I like a nice big ass!" he joked.
"Jay", the tenor, picked next, taking a tiny, young black girl. "I like firm
little titties!" was his comment. Finally, "Mack", the baritone, was to make his
choice. I nearly died as he pointed at me and announced, "I don't get many white
chicks...get your ass up here!" Before the concert continued, they reminded us
that we had to be "scantily-clad". Approaching "Big Ass", they asked if she was
willing to take off her bra and panties. When she shook her head no, they asked
if she would take off her dress. Nodding yes, she pulled it off and stood there
in her underwear to the audience's approval. Miss "Little Tits" was next, and,
to the group's (and audience's) delight, agreed to also remove her bra. Standing
on stage in just a tiny pair of red bikini panties, she looked completely
flustered. As the group approached me, my mind raced. I was naked beneath my
dress! I couldn't refuse to take it off; that meant I would soon be naked in
front of at least 10,000 people! Swallowing hard, I figured I might as well play
it for all it was worth. When they asked if I was willing to remove my panties,
I answered truthfully, "I can't do that." When they asked if I would remove my
bra, I gave the same response. When they asked if I would remove my dress, I
asked innocently, "Do I have to get off the stage if I don't?" "Fuckin' right
you do, white bitch." Smiling sweetly, I said, "Then I guess I'll take it off.
Would you mind unzipping me?" After Mack pulled down my zipper, I started to
peel the dress from my shoulders. As my tits bounced free, the audience roared
and Mack shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have white tit!" Slowly I peeled the
lycra down past my waist. As I got it over my hips, I let go, allowing it to
fall to the stage. The cheers from the audience were deafening, and Mack
gleefully shouted, "PUSSY! We have naked white PUSSY!" For the rest of the
concert, the "three chorus girls" danced and swayed to the groups music. As
often as possible, band members fondled the three of us, much to the crowd's
delight. The feeling of being naked in front of such a crowd was electric, and
by the end of the concert my cunt was dripping from the fondling and ogling I
was receiving. As the group finished their last number, they picked up the
clothing from the stage and announced, "If you bitches want your dresses, come
on back to our dressing rooms--you can get them and a lot more!" There was no
doubt in my mind that I wanted my dress back--but not as much as I wanted the
"whole lot more." I wanted at least one, and hopefully all three, of those black
cocks and I wasn't leaving without being fucked! Once back stage, I found Mack's
dressing room. As I stood outside, I thought about what I was about to do. Pat's
gentle exploration of my body had been fun, but right now I was in the mood for
a just the opposite--I needed to convince Mack to fuck me hard and rough!
Thinking about his macho onstage manner, I entered without knocking. He was
drinking a beer and immediately smiled at me. "Baby," he grinned, "You are just
about the best dancer we've had in a long time!" My answer was quick and to the
point--"Fuck Me." Sputtering, Mack asked, "What?" "Fuck Me." I repeated. "I've
been standing naked in front of 10,000 people while you and your friends felt me
up. Everyone out there thinks I'm a either a whore or a part of your show or
both, my husband is waiting for me to come back to my seat, and I'm as horny as
hell. Now FUCK ME!!" That's all the explanation it took--Mack dropped his beer,
ripped off his clothes, threw me onto the floor. "Bitch, you are going to learn
to watch your mouth around a real man. I'll fuck you OK--I'll fuck you like the
slut who stood out there naked deserves!" With that, he he covered my mouth with
his, forcing his tongue down my throat and slammed his cock into my cunt. The
contrast between yesterday's gentleness and this all out attack was
mind-boggling. This bastard wasn't just fucking me, he was intent on treating me
like some kind of animal! Well, that was just the game I was hoping for, and I
fought back just like an animal--I dug my fingernails into his back, bucked my
hips like a bronco, and bit into his shoulder. Growling with rage, he slammed me
hard against the floor and sunk his cock into me to the hilt. We rolled around
the floor, crashing into tables, knocking over lamps, and smashing anything in
our way. All the while, we remained locked together, grinding our genitals into
each other. "Come on, faggot," I managed to gasp, "Is that all the harder you
can fuck?" "Bitch," he screamed, "Take this!" With that, he slapped me, bouncing
my head off the floor. The violence renewed his vigor and he started pounding
into my pussy even harder. Each stroke lifted my ass off the floor and drove me
backwards. Eventually, I was backed into a corner, and could slide no further.
To my amazement, Mack started to stand up! With my cunt still impaled on his
cock, I slid up the wall as he stood. My legs were draped over his shoulders and
his hands supported my ass as he continued to slam me into the wall with each
stroke of his dick. Realizing an earth-shattering orgasm was on its way, I
decided to try and talk him into coming also. Sticking with a "reverse
psychology" approach, I started begging him not to cum, "All right, you've
proved you can fuck, just please don't cum in my pussy! Please make sure you
pull out before you come...please..." As I expected, Mack screamed back, "Fuck
you, you blonde bitch! You asked for this and you're going to get it! I'm
fucking you my way and that means your cunt is going to be full of cum. You know
you want it--if you're lucky you'll even get pregnant from my cum. You want that
don't you? You want to feel my cum make you pregnant, don't you?" Gasping now,
trying to hold off my orgasm, I managed to spit out, "Yes! Fuck me all you
want...cum in my hot little pussy...go on, make me have your bastard baby...fuck
me...make me your pregnant blonde whore...give it to me...Ple-e-e-e-e-ase!" As
the orgasm ripped through my body, I felt Mack shiver and explode. Wave after
wave of his semen splashed into my cunt, filling me completely and forcing its
way out around his cock. Exhausted, we slowly slid down the wall to the floor.
Kissing me once more, he rolled off of me. As he did, I realized for the first
time that Ray and Jay were standing just inside the doorway watching. The
screaming and crashing had no doubt caught their attention and I had been far
too involved to hear them enter the room. As I lay helpless in the corner,
Mack's cum dripping from my pussy, they approached. I heard Mack tell them, "Go
ahead guys, enjoy the fucking blonde slut. She is one wild little fuck, but
remember, her cunt belongs to me!" "No sweat, man," Ray said as he dropped his
pants, "This bitch has plenty of holes to go around!" As he approached, I
watched his cock grow and harden. It wasn't as thick as my friend Ron's, but it
was at least as long. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to my knees. Dragging me
from the corner, he growled, "Suck this, bitch!" and shoved his cock toward my
mouth. Little did he know I was dying to do just that. Locking my lips around
his tool, I sucked deeply and started bobbing up and down on his beautiful
shaft. "Jesus," he whistled, "This broad means business. Come on, Blondie, suck
it down...take it all!" My concentration on the 12" dick in my mouth was broken
by the realization that Jay had shoved his cock up my ass. Judging by the feel,
his was the smallest of the three pricks in the room, but it was still plenty
large enough to fill my asshole. Groaning, I tied to establish a rhythm, sliding
back and forth on the two cocks. As I moved forward onto Ray's monster in my
mouth, Jay's cock slid out of my ass. As I slid back off of Ray's beauty, I
drove Jay's dick deeply into my ass. All the while, I was aware of Mack egging
all three of us on: "That's it, fuck the bitch good. You like that don't you
whore? We'll teach you something about fucking--you'll never go back to your
Lilly-white boyfriends after we're done with you. Come on, fuck her HARD!" As
the tempo increased, I could feel both cocks starting to twitch and knew they
would be coming any second. Jay came first, sending a wad of hot cum into my
ass. As I rocked forward onto Ray's prick, however, Jay arched his back to shoot
again and popped out of my ass. As he grabbed for his dick, cum shot
everywhere--on my ass, on my back, and down my legs. Giving up on re-entry, Jay
continued to pump his cock with his hand, squirting me with load after load of
his cum. The sight was too much for Ray, who also started to cum. As his first
load shot down my throat, he too pulled out of me. "Looks like it's shower the
slut time!" he shouted as his second load hit me in the forehead. As the cum ran
down my right cheek onto my neck, he turned my head and shot his third load onto
my left cheek. Jerking his cock off , he then pushed me back and emptied his
balls onto my tits. Collapsing, I saw Mack approach, stiff prick in his hand.
"One more load for your cunt, bitch!" he said as he plunged into me. Fucking me
with all his might, Mack was soon coming again. Like his friends, he allowed the
first spurt to come inside me, then pulled out. Straddling my prone body, he
then shot his second spurt onto my stomach and pubic hair. His third and final
wad came as he stood over me, and landed squarely on the top of my head. Backing
off, he looked around and asked "Anybody want another turn?" When neither Ray or
Jay accepted, Mack turned back to me and ordered, "OK, Blondie, we're done--get
your ass out of here." As I struggled to my feet, I caught a glimpse of my
reflection in the dressing room mirror. What I saw shocked even me. A red welt
was forming on my face where mack had slapped me. My hair, which had been so
perfectly prepared at the start of the concert, was now twisted, knotted, and
matted with a combination of sweat and cum. Semen dripped from my face and tits,
glistened in my pubic hair, and leaked from my pussy and ass, running down my
legs. In short, I looked (and felt) as if I had been fucked by an army. As I
reached for my dress, mack grabbed it. Walking to the door, he opened it and
threw my dress as far down the hall as he could. "I said get out, cunt! We're
not waiting for you to get dressed--go show your husband what a well- fucked
bitch looks like!" As I started out the door, I couldn't resist one more tease.
Pausing, I looked back clearly wanting to ask a question. "Well?" Mack demanded.
"I..I..I just wondered," I started. "Wondered what, bitch?" "I just wanted to
know if you'd fuck me a
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