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Jack set down his beer and tried to make his mind focus on what Chrissy was saying, rather than her voluptuous tits. He was failing miserably, and he was just thankful that Chrissy was too upset or just too dumb to notice.
Chrissy was down in the dumps again because she had found yet another guy who she really liked, only to find out that he was insistent on having sex. Chrissy Snow wasn’t a virgin, but being the daughter of a minister had taught her high morals, and she was definitely particular on who she had relations with and how long she waited. Chrissy had dated lots of men, and they all seemed to have sex foremost in their minds. She didn’t seem to realize that her firecracker body and skimpy outfits made her look like a slut with sex on the brain.
Jack was nodding occasionally, rubbing Chrissy’s back, and reassuring her that Mr. Right was indeed out there, and that she would just have to be patient. Jack could feel the conspicuous absence of a bra under Chrissy’s clingy top, and thought to himself, “Well no wonder this guy had sex on his mind when you show up for your date with no bra on, and a shirt that looks like it was painted on, you stupid bitch.”
“It’s okay, Chrissy,” Jack assured her. “One day you’ll find a guy who likes you for who you are, and is willing to take things slow.”
“Really, Jack?” Chrissy sniffed, her big, blue eyes wide open, as if Jack was some kind of psychic who could see into the future.
“Sure, Chrissy,” Jack replied, pacifying her, and hoping that he could change the subject without seeming insensitive.
“But every guy I meet always seems to want the same thing,” Chrissy whined.
“Christ Almighty,” Jack thought. “Doesn’t she get it?”
“Look Chrissy,” Jack interrupted gently. “I just have to go use the bathroom, but I’ll be right back, and we can pick this up then, okay?”
“Thanks, Jack,” Chrissy smiled at him, as he got up out of the circular booth to head for the restroom.
At the urinal, Jack leaned forward, placing his forehead against the cool porcelain tile. “How many times do I have to sit here at the Regal Beagle comforting her,” he asked himself.
“Why doesn’t she understand,” he wondered. “She’s got a body built for sex, dresses like a whore, and wonders why guys always get the wrong impression. If she’d wear more modest clothes, this would never happen. And why do I always have to be the one comforting her?” He asked angrily. “I’ve never gotten any of that blonde pussy, and yet I always seem to be paying the price for other guys’ screwing her over.”
The more Jack thought about it, the angrier he got, and by the time he finished washing his hands, he’d devised a plan.
Jack exited the men’s room and could see the back of Chrissy’s blonde head in their booth near the front of the bar. On the way back, he stopped at the bar where his buddy Larry Dallas was nursing a beer and talking to Mike the bartender. “Listen up,” Jack said to the pair quietly. “When I look over here, Mike, you go and lock the door, close the curtains, and put the closed sign in the window.”
Mike looked puzzled, but Jack continued. “After that, when I wave you over, come on over to the booth and we’ll all have ourselves a little fun with Chrissy. Are you guys game?”
Mike and Larry both nodded, stunned at what Jack had proposed, but both of them had fantasized about Chrissy since they’d first laid eyes on her. Both Mike and Larry agreed without hesitation.
“Alright,” Jack instructed, “Wait for my signal, then follow my lead.”
Jack returned to the booth, sliding in beside Chrissy, who put down her drink, and smiled at him. “Thanks for listening to me Jack. You’ve always been a good friend, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Aw, Chris, that’s nice of you to say,” Jack replied, while surreptitiously glancing over at Mike, who nodded before strolling to the front of the Regal Beagle to draw the curtains and lock the front door.
“Do you want us to leave, Mike?” Jack asked innocently.
“No, no,” Mike assured them. “Finish your drinks. It’s just slow, so I’m closing a little early tonight.”
“Thanks Mike,” Jack said, turning back to Chrissy. “Look Chrissy,” Jack said gently, “You just have to find a guy who likes you for the good person that you are.” With that, Jack put his arm around Chrissy and kissed her full, red lips.
Chrissy’s eyes widened in shock before she pulled away from Jack, who had waved at Mike and Larry behind Chrissy’s back. “Jack, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Chrissy stammered, while trying to regain her composure.
Jack’s demeanor changed, and his expression became hard. “Listen, Chrissy,” Jack said in a low, even voice, “I’ve listened to you complain about men for so long, that it’s made me sick. You are the biggest cocktease I’ve ever met, and you’re going to repay me for all the free counseling I’ve given you over the years.”
Chrissy’s jaw dropped, and she smacked Jack across the face, but the blow had no effect on Jack, who grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides. “You’re gonna pay for that,” Jack hissed at her.
Jack yanked her arms up in the air, and gave one arm each to Mike and Larry who had silently approached the booth from behind Chrissy. Now Mike and Larry were holding Chrissy’s arms above her head, while she squirmed in the booth, trying to break free.
“Now let’s get a look at those big titties,” Jack said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Chrissy opened her mouth to scream, and before she could, Jack clamped a hand over her mouth, and hissed in her ear. “You had better think twice about resisting, Chrissy,” he warned. “If you try and scream, we might have to hurt you. You understand?”
Chrissy nodded, her eyes wide with fright as she allowed Jack to lift her top over her breasts, which sprang free, causing all three men to groan.
“Jesus, would you look at those,” Larry whispered to himself.
“Fuck, those are nice,” agreed Mike, pulling her shirt off completely.
Jack lowered his head, and took a sensitive nipple into his mouth, while Chrissy tried not to cry. Jack was licking Chrissy’s nipple, feeling it harden involuntarily on his tongue.
Larry reached down with his free hand and began kneading Chrissy’s other breast, pinching her nipple and watching her flinch in pain.
Mike stroked his cock through his pants a couple of times before pulling down his zipper, and freeing his hard cock. He grabbed it by the base and waggled it in front of Chrissy, who had her eyes squeezed shut, as if that would block out the ordeal she was about to begin.
“Open your eyes, slut,” Mike commanded her. Chrissy opened her eyes and saw a huge cock right in front of her face. She knew what Mike wanted, and clamped her mouth shut.
“Open wide, bitch,” Mike commanded her, but Chrissy shut her eyes and held her mouth shut. Mike let go of his cock, still holding Chrissy’s wrist above her head with one hand, and grabbed a fistful of Chrissy’s wheat-blonde hair with his other hand, cruelly pulling her hair until she squealed in pain.
“Open up and suck my cock, you little slut,” Mike commanded again.
Chrissy was scared out of what few wits she had, so she opened her mouth and accepted Mike’s cock, while she felt Jack slide his hand under her short skirt, and begin rubbing her panty-covered mound.
Larry was still pawing at her left tit, and Jack was biting her right nipple gently, and Chrissy could not help the fact that her body was beginning to respond to their assault.
She was trying not to allow too much of Mike’s nine-inch cock into her mouth, but he maintained his grip on her hair, and was now starting to fuck her face. Chrissy began to gag as she felt Mike’s big cock find its way down her throat, but was powerless to do anything about it.
Jack straightened up, removing his mouth from Chrissy’s big tit, and said, “Let’s get this little cocktease naked.”
With that, Mike and Larry pulled Chrissy out of the booth, and stood her up, while Jack unzipped Chrissy’s skirt and let it slide down her toned legs to the floor. Chrissy was now standing before three men whom she had previously thought of as friends, wearing nothing but white, cotton panties.
The men could see Chrissy’s bush through her panties, and they all felt their pulses quicken when Jack began to slide them down.
“Stop it, Jack,” Chrissy yelled, but she was quickly silenced by Mike’s big hand cupped over her mouth.
“I thought Jack explained it to you already,” Mike warned her. “If you make any noise, we’ll hurt you. Understand?”
Chrissy nodded, and stopped her squirming, allowing Jack to remove her panties, revealing a thick, blonde bush which was only slightly darker than her wheat-blonde hair.
“Would you look at that,” Jack said in awe. “What a pussy.”
“Holy shit,” Larry said quietly.
“Let’s get that hot little mouth going again,” Mike suggested, pushing Chrissy to her knees, and waving his cock in her face.
Chrissy opened her mouth and began sucking Mike off, while Jack and Larry started taking off their pants and underwear to reveal bigger than average erections. Soon, all three men were standing around a kneeling Chrissy Snow, taking turns fucking her mouth.
Chrissy was crying now, feeling dirty and ashamed that she was doing these things with three men, who she had trusted and called friends. Her face was streaked with tears, both of shame, and because their intrusions into her throat were causing her to gag.
Jack pulled his cock out of Chrissy’s mouth, and laid down on the floor, positioning himself underneath Chrissy, who tried to squirm away from Jack’s cock probing at her hairy cunt. But Mike held her by the hair, and Chrissy relented, allowing Jack to enter her tight cunt.
“Ahhhhhhhh, fuck she’s tight,” Jack moaned, thrusting his cock into Chrissy’s pussy.
Chrissy started weeping openly, for now she had Mike’s cock in her mouth, and Jack’s cock up her pussy, and Larry was jerking off in her face.
Larry stopped stroking his cock, and said, “Make room, Mike. I’m gonna join you.”
Mike smiled and repositioned himself so that he and Larry were standing as close to one another as they possibly could, and Larry began to feed his hard cock into Chrissy’s mouth, which was already filled with Mike’s cock.
Chrissy’s eyes bulged with fear, and her cheeks bulged with cock as Larry began to shove his cock into her mouth beside Mike’s. Chrissy couldn’t believe that this was happening to her, and that she was now having her throat fucked by two cocks, while being raped by her own roommate.
Chrissy struggled to maintain her breathing as Mike and Larry continued to assault her mouth, and Jack was thrusting himself up into her now wet pussy. Jack reached up and began to squeeze Chrissy’s jiggling tits, pinching her nipples occasionally.
Mike pulled his cock out of Chrissy’s mouth, and she was immediately glad to have only one cock in her mouth. But then Mike walked around behind Chrissy and knelt down between Jack’s wide-spread legs, pushing his saliva-covered cock against the puckered entrance to Chrissy’s virgin ass.
“Mmmffffrrrrrrrgghhhhhhhh!” Chrissy tried to protest, but with Larry throat-fucking her, it was useless.
Mike pushed forward and felt the head of his 10″ cock pop through Chrissy’s anal ring and into her ass.
Chrissy screamed as best she could with Larry’s cock in her throat, but it wouldn’t do her any good. Mike continued to force his huge cock into her tight ass until she felt his pelvis against her asscheeks. Then Mike began to thrust viciously in and out of Chrissy’s torn ass, while Jack continued to rape her cunt.
Chrissy could feel the two cocks pounding into her, separated by only a thin membrane of skin, and she could feel blood oozing from her torn anus. She prayed to God that they would stop their assault, but the longer she prayed, the longer her prayers went unanswered.
She felt Larry’s hips begin to buck, just before he shot thick ropes of cum down her throat. Chrissy tried to swallow it so she wouldn’t gag, but Larry pulled out of her mouth and shot the rest of his sticky cum all over her face, and in her silky blonde hair before using a handful of her hair to clean off his softening cock.
Then Jack started increasing his tempo, thrusting harder into her sore cunt, moaning louder as he approached climax. Chrissy felt spurt after spurt of Jack’s cum splash inside of her, and wept quietly to herself as Jack relaxed underneath her, his organ falling out of her with a soft plop.
Mike wasn’t ready to finish just yet, however, and kept his pace, fucking Chrissy’s ravaged ass with hard, fast strokes, his pelvis making smacking sounds against Chrissy’s supple asscheeks. Mike grabbed a handful of Chrissy’s hair and roughly pulled her head back.
“You like that? Huh? You like being fucked in the ass like a dirty whore?” he asked her.
“No,” Chrissy sobbed. “Please stop. I can’t take it any more. Please stop hurting my bum,” she begged.
“Your bum?” Mike asked incredulously. “Baby, I’m fucking your dirty little ass, and I think you like it, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t!” Chrissy wailed. “Please stop it!
Mike reached underneath Chrissy and took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, cruelly twisting it while pulling her hair, eliciting a scream of pain from Chrissy.
“Say it, you little whore! Say that you like being fucked in your dirty little ass!” Mike barked at her.
“I like it,” Chrissy managed to say between sobs. “I like being fucked in my dirty little ass.”
“That’s better,” Mike said in a smug voice, increasing his tempo as the smacking of his pelvis against Chrissy’s asscheeks got even louder. “Now you’re gonna suck my cock clean, you filthy little slut.”
Mike pulled his fat cock from Chrissy’s ass, and she cried out when it popped free. Mike stood up and moved around to face Chrissy, taking a handful of hair and pulling her mouth to his cock.
Chrissy was appalled at having to suck a cock that had just been in her ass, and was covered in her bum smell, and blood, but Mike just forced his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face with vicious thrusts. Chrissy was gagging, and placed her hands on Mike’s thighs, trying to pull away from him, but he held onto her hair and continued to fuck her throat. Chrissy felt him quicken his pace, and prepared to swallow his cum so that she wouldn’t choke, but Mike pulled out of her mouth and started jerking his cock in front of her, spewing hot cum all over her pretty face. Thick ropes of milky white cum landed on her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her forehead, in her hair - it went on for what seemed like forever, but finally Mike’s cock stopped spurting cum, and he released his grip on his cock, and her hair.
Chrissy slumped to the floor, curled up into a ball, and started crying. She had just been assaulted, raped, sodomized, and humiliated. She heard Jack call her name, and she looked up to see him holding a Polaroid camera in one hand, and his other hand was busy stroking his cock. Likewise, Mike and Larry were masturbating themselves back to hardness.
“Chrissy,” Jack began, “There’s three of us, and only one of you. So if you try and go to the cops with a story about us raping you, we’ll alibi for each other, and they’ll never believe you,” Jack stated matter-of-factly. “And as insurance, we’re going to take a few pictures of you sucking all our cocks willingly, and doing it with gusto. If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll send these pictures to your minister father, so he can see for himself what a little whore he’s raised, you understand?”
Chrissy nodded weakly, and Jack said, “Good. Now crawl over here and blow me so that I can start taking some nice pictures of you with my cock in your mouth.”
With that, Chrissy knew that she had no choice, and she knelt before Jack and opened her mouth, thinking to herself that she was in for a long night…

This is part 4 of my first story. Thank you for reading parts 1, 2 & 3. I appreciate all of your voting and feedback. I have tried to build my story up to this point, to leave you wanting more. I hope the wait was not to long. Again if you haven’t read the first parts you might want to go back and read them first. Enjoy.
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As we laid in each others arms our cum squishing between us Neerja slowly peeled her body away from mine. As she stood I took in her body again. She had a fantastic body. Long slender legs, perfectly toned stomach, and nice small perky tits. Her dark skin and hair made her look like some Victoria Secret model only she had a small dick instead of a pussy. She laughed as she looked down at me. What are you thinking she said. I was thinking of how sexy you are I told her. She smiled and stretched like a cat. She reached for my arm and pulled me up. Lets get you cleaned up she said.
We both headed for the bathroom and as I watched her walk from behind my dick was already starting to get hard again. By the time she reached in and turned the shower on she noticed my hard dick pointing straight up at her. She lightly stroked it and said, I guess I should take this as a compliment. I didn’t say anything instead I just pulled her to me and kissed her with a deep passionate kiss. We both climbed into the shower and continued making out as the water ran over our bodies.
Neerja turned and grabbed the soap and started to lather my body. I reached for the soap to wash her but she stopped me. Let me take care of you baby was all she said and continued washing me. I told her okay but your next. She laughed and said okay but let’s clean you up first. She started running her soapy hands all over my body. She started on my chest and slowly worked her way down to my stomach. My dick was so hard and I was hoping she would suck it or stroke it a little or something. But she just ran her hands down my hips and to my thighs avoiding my dick and balls altogether.
She used both hands at the same time as she washed down my leg and calf, then she repeated it down my other leg. As she moved back up she brushed the side of her face against my hard dick as she moaned. She grabbed my ass and started washing in circles and pulling my ass checks apart and together and washing my butt crack with the tips of her fingers. It felt strange at first and as it just started to feel good she stood up washed her hands off and grabbed more soap. She wrapped her arms around me and started rubbing and washing my back pulling me tight against her.
I felt her hardening dick against my own and I started to grind against her. She moaned and grinded back against me for a few minutes before she pulled away giggling. Your turn she said. No fair I laughed but she smiled as she stepped under the showerhead and rinsed herself off. I grabbed the soap and thought to myself okay, I’ll tease her just as bad as she teased me.
I soaped up my hands and pulled her out from under the shower head. With her back to me I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing her neck. At the same time I slowly started rubbing my soapy hands onto her belly. I would alternate rubbing up her stomach but stopped just short of her perky breasts and then start my downward movement towards her hard dick. I stopped just short of the base of her dick and repeated that a few times. She moaned and pressed her body against mine. I took a queue from her pulled my body away from her and slowly washed down each leg as she had done to me. Avoiding her dick and balls only I stopped to kiss her luscious soft ass.
I trailed kisses up her back and slowly rubbed my way back up to her shoulders. When I got there I reached around her body and slowly ran my hands towards her breasts. This time I didn’t stop and she groaned when I started rubbing her hard nipples between my fingers. I slowly rubbed her breasts and nipples for a while as she started to grind her body back against my hard dick. I wanted to tease her a little more so I started to grind back, pushing my dick up and down her ass crack.
We were both getting so hot again. I started kissing her neck with more intense kisses using my tongue to tease her body. I kept one hand on her breast teasing her nipple while my other hand rubbed down her belly towards her hard cock. When I got there she moaned a lust filled moan and started thrusting her dick out to meet my strokes. Finally she couldn’t take anymore and she spun around into my arms. She pulled me under the showerhead with her and we made out while the water washed our soapy bodies clean. Our kisses were passionate and our bodies pulled close to each other. I thought at that moment I could feel myself falling in love with Neerja.
She broke the kiss and stoked my dick as she looked up at me with those lovely brown eyes. Make love to me baby, please make love to me. She turned around and pulled my dick closer to her asshole. She rubbed my dick up and down her rosebud several times before she pulled me forward by the dick and pushed me into her hot tight hole. She only got the tip in before she let go and put her arms up on the wall to support herself. I took over and slowly pushed myself further into her until my pubic hairs were resting on her nice soft ass. We both let out a soft satisfied moan at the same time.
I slowly pulled out and pushed back in just as slow. I couldn’t get over how sexy she was; she looked at me over her shoulder with lust in her eyes. We made eye contact and she licked her lips and met my slow stokes with just as much effort. We were building a nice pace as the water splashed around us and the loud wet slaps echoed off the shower walls. She was moaning loudly and took one of her hands off the wall and started stoking her own dick as I fucked her hot asshole. I reached around her and placed my hand over hers and stroked her dick with her. She removed her hand and placed it back on the wall for support. She was groaning out and hissing yessss, yesssss, ohhhhhhh, fuck my ass, yessss fuck meee, ohhhhhh. I was grunting as I fucked her ass feeling like I couldn’t last much longer.
I knew I was close and started to pound into her harder and harder. She yelled out yesss, yesss, don’t stop sooo close, cum with me baby, come on cum with me baby!!!!!! She pulled her hand down back over her dick again and I moved my hand back to her hips and pounded her even harder. Her hand was a blur as she stroked her cock. Finally she groaned out yesss, ohhhh, yessss as her cum blasted out of her dick and onto the shower wall. That did it for me and as I started to cum I pulled out and shot my cum all over her back in big thick squirts. Again it was a lot of cum and I couldn’t believe how hot this girl makes me.
We both stepped under the showerhead again and rinsed off. We were washing and rubbing each others bodies and softly kissing while we held each other. She broke the kiss and looked up at me. Her long dark hair hung around her face and she looked so beautiful, so perfect. That was soo good she said, I so happy I found you. Me to I said, I can’t remember the last time I’ve cum so hard, you are soo damn sexy Neerja. She beamed as I said that and pulled me in for another hot sexy kiss. As our tongues battling each other I started to notice that the water was turning cold. We had been in the shower for so long we ran out of hot water.
Come on she said lets take this back to the bedroom. It was still early afternoon. We had eaten breakfast, had a morning fuck fest and fucked again in the shower. I couldn’t wait to see where the rest of the day would lead.

I rolled over and looked at the alarm, realizing the time was 7 am. I scrambled to get out of bed thinking I was late. I fell to the floor with a thud, as my right foot got tangled in the sheets.
There I sat naked and my legs twisted in every which way. With a bruised knee and ego I heard footsteps, I tried to get untangled from the sheets, before Master had opened the door. My knee was rug burned and stinging and my other foot I couldn’t reach.
There was a knock and then the door opened; there was Master with a look of disbelief on his face. With a tear on my cheek and trying to smile. Master smiled and said, “What are you doing doll?”
In a whimpery voice I looked at the floor and said, “I thought I had over slept and tried to get out of bed in a hurry Sir.”
“Ohhhhh, I see, today is Friday doll.”
I fix your breakfast and bath on Fridays. Trying not to cry I looked Master in the face and said “Yes Sir. I know that now, I had just forgot Sir.”
With Master smiling at me I lowered my head and saw the odd position I was in. One leg twisted back the other still in the sheets unable to be reached. Leaning back on my hands to relieve some of the weight on my knee.
Master knelt beside me and wiped the tears from my face and untangled my foot from the sheets. And helped my straighten the other, shaking his head he asked, “My little china doll, are you broken?”
Looking up at Master I said, “No Sir, my knee is bruised and my ego Sir is all,” half smiling.
Gently cupping my calf, he lifted it and rested it on his leg. Slowly moving his hands up till he was massaging my knee. Leaning down he gently kissed my bruised knee. Putting a smile on my face like a child that had been kissed after a fall, I smiled and thanked him.
Feeling his hand move up my thigh I could feel my heart pound but was worried to. After just waking I had to pee and I was unsure if Master was gonna make me cum if I could hold it or not.
“Sir, I need you use the bathroom bad Sir.”
With a grin on his face he smiled and said, “Do you remember the topic we talked of the other night? The one we were going to explore soon?”
Looking at Master I smiled and thought oh noooooooo…about to pee I just said, “Yes Sir, may I go to the bathroom please Sir?”
With a look he helped me up and helped me to the bathroom. I sat on the pot and he stood there smiling. Looking up I wanted to wait till he left to pee.
He squatted down in front of me and said, “Don’t go yet doll, we will see how your control is.”
My eyes grew wide in disbelief. As I sat there Master put his hands on my knees and spread them. I closed my eyes, as I knew what was going to happen. Trying to forget that I had to relieve myself I concentrated on Master and what he was doing. His hand went between my legs and gently cupped me. I took a deep breath and moaned as his finger didn’t enter me but slowly slid up and down. At times touching my ass but not entering. I’d moan and sit up straight. Then he’d let his finger back track till he was at my clit. Gently rubbing in a twirling position.
With both hands on Masters shoulders I sat straight Master leaned forward and began to suck my nipple.
“Master, ohh please Sir, I’m not sure I can hold off cumming.”
Looking me in the eyes he said, “My little china doll this is to test your will power and to see how much control you have. I want you to concentrate on feeling my finger as it rubs your clit. I want you to cum and try to hold off relieving yourself.”
He continued to gently rub my clit and as he leaned in to kiss me I knew I couldn’t stop myself from cumming. His kisses sent me over the edge. I could feel my insides throb as he stroked me. When his lips kissed mine I lost it all. I moaned and let a low groan as I felt the orgasm explode inside me. With Masters finger now in me I had no control.
I said, “Noooo…” as I felt myself letting go of my morning relief. Master made no move to remove his hand. And that excited me more, with my nails digging into his shoulder, again I moaned as I exploded into another orgasm. And Master sat looking at me with a smile of approval. I had never felt so drained in both ways, looking Master in the eyes I apologized for the relief.
He smiled and said, “Doll this was to introduce our next lesson and I can see by the look on your face your going to love it.” He then pinched my nipple and said, “Shower and come to breakfast doll before it gets cold.”
I hurried through my shower trying not to think of the events just played but it was hard. I hurried down stairs and sat at the table and waited as Master brought me my breakfast. As we ate Master told me of an over nighter we’d be on to night and to pack something sexy and accessible and he smiled and walked away.
My eyes widened and my heart leaped. I cleaned up the breakfast mess and went to my room to pack. As I was packing Master appeared at the door with something in his hand. A pair of silver nipple clamps, he said, “Just to keep me in mind doll.”
He placed them on my nipples, slapped my ass, and left. Was hard not to reach for them and flick them to feel the effect they had on me. Master uses them to time me, there on for 15 is all and that’s the time I have to complete a task I’m doing.
Fifteen minutes later Master was back and asked if I was packed.
I nodded my head and bit my lip, as I knew what was next. Master reached for the nipple clamps and gave them a little twist. Moaning, Master asked if I was ready to go.
“Yes Sir,” I replied, putting on a halter-top, a skirt, and sandals. I was ready to go, no panties, as Master didn’t like them. We got in the car and drove for it seemed two hours on our trip.
I asked Master tons of questions. He told me to stop or he’d gag me. I tried but I was too excited. So Master did as he said; he gagged me. He unzipped his pants and told me to suck his cock till we got there.
Wasn’t the worst punishment, smiles, but effective. When we pulled up to the hotel Master said, “Ok slut, wipe me off and sit up.”
I did as Master said. When I sat up there was a bellboy there at the car. With a grin on his face and as I looked down his cock was hard too. I smiled and as I got out I brushed my hand on him.
He moaned and kept ahead of us. Master had seen and as I walked a step ahead to go in the door he was holding he gave me one of his looks. I knew then he had seen me touch the bellboy’s cock. I was worried but not scared.
Master registered and we went to our room. Once the door was closed Master smiled and said, “Come here girl.”
I walked swiftly to Master. When I got there he said, “Bend there and grab me an apple.”
As I bent over the couch, I felt a sting that made me jump and scream. I stood up and looked at Master with tears running down my cheeks. Master grabbed my nipple and said, “Girl, don’t ever touch another man’s cock unless you ask me first. You got it?”
In pain I said, “Yes Master, I’m sorry.”
Then he kissed me on the lips and said, “Freshen up doll. We’re going gambling, wear the dress I had you pack.”
I hurried and changed and we were out the door. We walked in the casino and there were people every place. I had never been anyplace like it.
Master held my hand as we walked to the Blackjack table. Where we spent most of the night, and Master did real good. He made lots of money so he was happy. At about 3am we headed back to our room. When we got there the door was ajar.
Master said, “Let me go in first.”
I waited in the hall for the ok to come in. Master yelled but I couldn’t understand him so I went in. As I walked in a piece of tape was placed over my eyes, and my hands were taped behind me. I yelled for Master but he didn’t answer me.
I felt my clothes being ripped away, and heard men saying things like, I want to fuck her ass, and another saying I want her mouth. Two were yelling at each other I want her cunt first.
I started to panic and cry. I felt my legs being pulled apart, and a hand on my leg moving up. I screamed, ” Masterrrrrrrrr please help me, where are you?”
I felt a hand on my ass and another touching and tugging at my tits. I was screaming as one was pushing its way in my pussy. And I could smell the musky odor as another forced his cock in my mouth and yelled, “Suck me bitch,” as he pumped his hard cock in and out of my mouth going deeper with every thrust.
And the one in my pussy was yelling, “I’m cumming.” As one pulled out of my pussy another was there. Same with my mouth. I think there was four or maybe five; it was hard to tell and I was crying. Begging for Master. Then in a flash I was on my stomach. I cried, “No, please Master, please.”
They yelled, “Shut up bitch, you’re ours.”
Then I felt hands on my hips, and my face was buried in a pillow. I screamed as I felt the pain of a cock going deep in my ass. And again someone was pulling my hair holding my head up as they shoved their cock deep in my throat, but it was different. And then the one in my ass yelled, “I’m cumming.” Then as quick as he was done another went in; it seemed to last for hours but I wasn’t thinking.
All that I wanted was to feel this cock that was in my mouth as it pumped in and out, then I heard the door shut. And it was over but the cock that was still fucking my mouth the cock shoved deeper in my mouth. I sucked him till I felt he was going to cum, the throbbing the smell of him excited me I wanted to feel him explode in my throat cum dripping down my throat. I wanted him, I wanted him to cum. I moaned as I felt him getting close I sucked hard to get what I wanted, then he pushed me away. I lay there waiting when I heard the door shut there was silence. I got the tape off my hands and then my eyes I cried, and tried to call to Master. My throat was sore and my body ached from the fucking it took. I crawled off the bed and to the door when I opened the door to the other room Master was there and smiling.
I tried to tell him what happened, how I was tied and blindfolded and then raped by a bunch of men.
But all he said was, “Hushhh My Little China Doll, that’s my surprise. You wanted a gang rape in your fantasy. I gave it to you doll. Next lesson my little china doll, control, golden showers and what ever else you wanna try.”

Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn’t seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.
The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that’s what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a “crazy” crowd, and had “hooked up” with almost all the guys in it. I didn’t know what she meant by “hooking up,” but I decided not to ask.
Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She’s average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I’m very proud of my wife’s body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.
On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.
“Honey,” she said, “I may have some fun tonight, so don’t get upset, alright?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a bit suspicious.
“I’ve known these guys for a long time, and we’ve all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them,” she said.
“Okay…” I said, not sure I how to respond.
“Just promise me you won’t get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?” she asked.
“Well, alright. Just, you know, don’t get crazy,” I said.
“Oh, you know I love you,” she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.
The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?
I didn’t have much time to think about it. The second we got home, the doorbell rang. Luckily we had set up for the party beforehand, so we were prepared. Susan bounded to the door, her skirt flipping up and down. I noticed then that underneath the skirt she was wearing a sexy pair of black lace panties.
The door opened and in walked a gorgeous girl, about Susan’s height, but blonde and just a bit taller, wearing a button-down blouse and a tight pair of jeans. The second she saw Susan she squealed and the two jumped into each other’s arms. Susan turned and said, “Honey, this is Margaret! We were roommates all during college!”
I shook hands and said hi to Margaret, thinking that if Susan wanted to horseplay with her, I wouldn’t mind at all.
Over the course of the next hour, more and more people came, around thirty in all, about evenly split between guys and girls. Most of them were attractive, which was great when the door opened and a girl was there, but not so much when a guy was there. Susan greeted them all with squeals and big friendly hugs. A bit were too friendly back. One guy squeezed her tush when she hugged him. She squealed again and smacked his shoulder. She then turned to me and said, “Honey, this is Richard! Richard, this is my husband, John!”
“How ya doing?” Richard said with a big smile as he reached over to shake my hand. He didn’t seem at all embarrassed that I obviously saw him just goose my wife, and in fact he sounded like it was no different from him hugging her. I was a bit stunned at this, but recovered quickly enough to shake his hand back and smile. If it wasn’t a big deal to him, I thought, I guess I shouldn’t care too much about it.
After a while, the party was in full swing. I kept sneaking back to the kitchen to get drinks and to hang out by myself, since I didn’t know anybody there. I flirted a bit with Margaret and some other of Susan’s friends, but just kind of kept to myself otherwise.
Occasionally I noticed some of the guys goosing Susan, and one of the guys, Tim, even grabbed one of her breasts and gave a good squeeze. I was too far away to hear what caused it, but Susan and the other girls they were talking to just laughed, and then she grabbed his package.
Stuff like that happened here and there, making me both jealous and horny. I’ve never seen guys openly flirting and groping my wife before, and I was amazed by how turned on I was. I felt like I should walk up and say something, maybe put my arm around her to remind everyone she was my wife, but to my surprise I didn’t.
After a couple of hours, everyone had been drinking quite a bit, and people were getting very touchy-feely. During one of my talks with Susan’s friends, I learned that almost all the guys and girls in the group had fucked each other at least once, including Susan. I had never heard about this before, and I was a bit shocked to learn that Susan had done it with so many of these guys. It definitely explained how comfortable and playful everyone felt with each other.
I walked to the kitchen and walked back out, just in time to hear someone shout, “Strip rules!” Everyone laughed and applauded, but no one did anything. I was confused, but one of the guys on the way to the kitchen told me that, sometimes during parties in college, the group would have “strip rules,” where a certain rule would be called out, and anyone who broke it would have to take off an article of clothing. Apparently a minute ago someone had said how bad it was that so many people use the word “like” a lot, and from there it quickly snowballed until not saying “like” was one of the rules.
No sooner had the guy explained the situation than a cheer came up from the living room. I looked over, and one of Susan’s friends, Emily, was stomping the floor in mock frustration. People started chanting “Take it off! Take it off!” even the other girls. Emily slipped out of her shoes, to a mix of clapping and groans.
A minute later I heard another cheer, and this time when I turned I saw Susan in the center of the circle. She was giggling and putting her head in her hands, then slipped out of her shoes as well.
Over the next half hour, more and more people started stripping. I guess it was pretty difficult not to say “like” in this day and age, but some people said it pretty conspicuously, as if they wanted to strip.
Emily said it again, and she pulled off her shirt to reveal a purple lace bra. A couple of guys ended up shirtless, including Richard, who sported a sculpted body. Susan stared at him for a second after he stripped, which I didn’t like seeing. I liked it even less when she herself said “like” almost immediately afterwards, and while everyone was staring at her she reached up under her shirt and unhooked her bra. She slipped out of it without taking off her top, and tossed it at Richard, laughing. He took it and pretended to make out with it, then threw it aside.
Now that Susan had no bra on, I could see how turned on she was. Her nipples were pushing through her top, and it wasn’t even a very tight top. Every time she took a step, her tits bounced, and as she walked around the room she caught a lot of the guys’ attention.
A bit later, several of the girls were left in their bras; one of them, Melissa, was left in just her bra and panties. Most of the guys were shirtless, and two or three were in their boxers. I was still fully clothed, since I didn’t talk at all, and it was a good thing. I had a raging hard-on as I watched all these guys staring at my beautiful wife and her bouncing tits, imagining what they looked like underneath her shirt.
But it turned out that some of the guys weren’t just content with imagining. While I was looking at Melissa in her underwear, out of the corner of my eye I saw Tim creep up behind Susan. She was standing in front of a large group, telling a story, and she didn’t notice him at all. He came up right behind her, and suddenly grabbed her top on the sides and pulled it all the way up to her neck. Her full breasts and puffy nipples jumped into view, lightly bouncing, and the crowd cheered. Susan playfully screamed and pulled her shirt down, smacking John’s hands away, then went back to telling her story.
I was jealous but incredibly turned on. The whole room had just seen my wife’s tits, and she didn’t even seem to care. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, staring at everyone. Tim walked off and gave a high-five to some other guy, then went over and flirted with Margaret.
After a couple of minutes, Susan walked up to me. She was clearly drunk, very bright and giddy. “Oh, honey, you aren’t jealous, are you?” she said. “It’s nothing they all haven’t seen before. We always do stuff like that.”
“It’s okay, it turns me on,” I said, actually unsure if I was lying or not. “Go have fun.”
Her smile got wider and she kissed me deeply. “I love you!” she whispered, and bounced away to join her friends.
Taking Susan’s lead, more people started flashing. One of the guys in boxers mooned the crowd, and Emily pulled her bra up in response. Her tits were bigger than Susan’s, and she had some difficulty putting them back in her bra as she laughed. Tim pulled up another girl’s top, but she was wearing a bra, and she immediately turned around and pulled Tim’s pants down. Time laughed and stepped out of them, and started walking around in boxers.
I went to the kitchen to grab another beer, but when I walked in I saw two people making out. They were both in their underwear, although I didn’t know whether they were that way because of the stripping game or whether had just started stripping then. I grabbed a beer and walked out, without them noticing.
I walked back into the living room in time to see Susan laughing at Richard. He was making humping motions, and everyone could clearly see his dick bouncing under his boxers. Suddenly he pulled his boxer shorts down, showing a huge thick cock. Susan involuntarily gasped, and then burst out into giggles again. I winced a bit. I was hoping not to see any naked guys, and the fact that Richard was much, much bigger than I was certainly didn’t make me any less jealous.
After a few minutes, someone changed the music from big band to modern R&B. A couple of girls started dancing in the middle of the living room, and some guys started joining them, but most people cleared out and talked in the corner.
I walked back into the dining room and hung out there for a few minutes, trying to get Richard’s dick and Susan’s reaction to it out of my head.
When I came back into the living room, someone had turned the lights down low and a few more people were dancing. Some guys and girls had paired off and were grinding to the slow music. Others were just swaying by themselves. I saw Susan and Margaret excitedly whispering to each other in the corner. They broke off, Margaret heading to the middle of the dance floor and Susan heading over to me.
Susan leaned in real close and whispered in my ear. “Honey, you want me to show off for you, right? It turns you on, right?”
“Yeah – yeah,” I stammered out. “If you want, I mean. Yeah. Go ahead.”
It wasn’t very enthusiastic, but it was enough for her. She kissed me hard on the cheek, and walked out onto the dance floor with Margaret.
The two started dancing and seductively swaying their hips to the music. As she was dancing, Margaret slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, and people started whooping and cheering. She pulled apart the buttons, revealing a nice pair of tits encased in a black bra.
To my astonishment, Susan started pulling up her shirt as well. Again her breasts bounced into view, and as she pulled her shirt up over her head they stood up proud and tall. The room cheered even louder, and Susan tossed her shirt away.
My wife looked absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts softly jiggled with her slow movements, and her bright pink nipples were rock hard. All I could do was stare at her, knowing all the guys were getting an eyeful of her tight stomach and bouncing tits. I was incredibly aroused, and it was obvious, but of course no one was paying any attention to my pants.
The slow song stopped and turned into a faster song, and Susan and Margaret started dancing faster. Guys started joining in, and soon my wife was sandwiched between two guys, grinding on both. The guy in front of her was fully clothed, but the guy behind her was in his boxers. I could tell he was grinding his dick into her ass, and my wife was grinding back. She was still smiling, but the look on her face was more erotic than playful. The guy in front of her pulled off his shirt and started rubbing his bare chest against her naked tits, and the guy behind her was rubbing his hands up and down her legs underneath her skirt.
Things were getting pretty heavy now, but I couldn’t even move. I’d been so complacent the whole night I thought I’d look ridiculous trying to stop it now. Instead, I turned away to look at Margaret, half-hoping that when I looked back at Susan the guys would be gone. Margaret was dancing up against Tim, who was grinding her ass while he massaged her breasts through her bra. Margaret looked much more like she was just playing around, even with a guy feeling her up, and it made me feel less like my wife was cheating on me.
When I looked back at Susan, the guy behind her was still there, but the guy in front of her was dancing with someone else. I was a bit relieved, but the guy behind her now had his hands all over my wife’s tits, pulling and pinching her puffy nipples. My wife’s eyes were closed, and I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying what he was doing or just feeling the music. The guy suddenly moved his hands back down to her legs and moved them up her skirt. My wife gasped and then giggled, but did nothing to stop him.
A second later his hands moved back down, and I saw that he was sliding her panties down. He slid them down to her knees and then gave a quick yank, and they ripped right off. The guy gave an excited whoop and threw the panties off in a corner while my wife just laughed.
The guys who saw clapped and cheered. Susan turned to them and laughed and wagged a scolding finder at them, then flipped up her skirt just high enough to show a glimpse of her pussy to all the guys. The cheers got even louder, and Susan went back to the floor and started dancing with some girls.
I was having trouble breathing, and there was a huge lump in my chest. My wife was only wearing a skirt and had just shown off her pussy to a bunch of guys, and this was after some guy had just spent five minutes feeling her up. I looked over at Margaret, hoping maybe she was just as naked, and that would make it better, but Margaret was still in her bra and jeans. She had stopped dancing entirely and was chatting with a couple of guys with rock hard erections clearly visible underneath their boxers.
I looked back at Susan. She was still dancing with girls, but she was clearly putting on a show for the guys watching. The song was moderately fast, and she was taking full advantage of it, dancing fast and hard. Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling, and her skirt was flailing up and down. A couple of times it flew up high enough to get a perfect view of her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed light brown bush, which contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin.
All the guys were looking at her, even the ones who were talking to someone else. As sexy as the other girls were, my wife was the only one topless, and she was putting on a sexy show that outmatched anything the other girls had done. Those in front of her were getting great views of her bush, and those behind her were getting great view of her heart-shaped ass.
Susan looked like she was doing it on purpose, shaking her hips just enough to cause her skirt to go up and down a bit and then quickly shaking hard enough to carry the skirt all the way up. She was obviously enjoying all the attention – I could see her pussy glistening with her wetness.
The song ended and the CD was done. While one of the girls started changing the CD, Susan walked up to me. Before I could say anything, she pushed up against me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her tits against my shirt and my hard-on against her stomach.
“You’re so wonderful,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re not mad at us having some fun.”
I wanted to say that I was getting a bit mad, and it looked like she was the only one really having fun – no one else was even topless! But she sounded so happy when she said it that I went quiet and just nodded.
“Did you see those guys feeling up my boobs? I was hoping you’d notice. I can see that it turns you on,” she said sexily, grabbing my dick. I almost came right in my pants.
Grinning seductively, she turned around and went back to the party. She started dancing again, flipping up her skirt and showing off her pussy.
I walked over to the dining room to collect my thoughts. I was incredibly aroused, but incredibly angry. My wife had just shown off everything for a bunch of guys I didn’t even know, and I couldn’t even get the courage to say something about it. I was somewhat ashamed that I was so turned on, too. I spent about half an hour in the dining room and walked back to the party, hoping that things had cooled down.
The first thing I saw was Margaret dancing again. Her bra had been pulled up to her neck, probably by one of the guys, and she hadn’t bothered fixing it or even taking it off. Her tits looked amazing, a bit bigger than Susan’s but with smaller nipples. She was dancing with a guy who was only in his boxers, and it looked like he was slowly working her jeans off.
Dreading it, I looked over at Susan. She was standing over a bunch of guys who were sitting down on chairs. Richard was sitting in my arm chair, and even from across the room I could see the tent in his boxers.
Susan was talking, but most of the guys were staring at her breasts, which jiggled every time she made a gesture or shifted her legs. Richard was talking back, laughing as he did, and Susan started laughing. Most of the guys around them started talking excitedly. The music was too loud to hear what they were saying, but it looked as if they were egging Susan on. Susan shook her head, causing her hair to swish around. She looked so sexy, standing there with her hair in her face, her tits standing high on her chest.
After some more talking, Richard suddenly sat up in his chair, and Susan sat down on his lap. She sat down close to his knees, but then readjusted herself and sat way up in his lap. She was laughing and talking with the other guys, until she suddenly stopped and gasped. The other guys broke into cheers loud enough I could hear, but instead of laughing she started smiling.
Even though her skirt was blocking my view, I could tell he was fucking her. He was fucking my wife with his monster cock right in front of me and a bunch of cheering guys. As I stared, Richard started groping Susan’s tits, kneading them and pulling on her nipples. Susan’s eyes were closed and I saw her moan, and then suddenly seemed to snap out of it. She playfully smacked his hands off her tits and slowly stood back up.

Summertime is hot here in the south. For those of you who don’t live down this way, it’s really hard to explain. By the time July gets into full swing you can actually suffer second degree burns from that cheap vinyl upholstery on a car seat. And the guys can testify that by August, your balls get so hot and sweaty that they are effectively superglued to your thigh.
It was that kind of a day when I left the house. I was stripped down to the bare minimum. A pair of thin swimming shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and thongs for the feet completed my attire. I live a hour of so from the city and by the time I arrived I was thinking sex and food … in that order!
Did I mention that one of my favorite activities is driving down the road sun tanning my cock? Well, it is. Although I’ve had to be much more careful in this age of cell phones -I don’t need a visit from the highway patrol - I still find that fresh air helps to keep me tanned and the air slows down the superglue effect. Of course it’s nice when some of the ladies look over and express an interest in ol’ one-eye!
I’m pulling off the interstate into the city proper with my balls resting comfortably below my nice hard seven inches. Now there are bigger guys out there but I’m sporting a reasonably thick, bigheaded pre-cum oozing cock as I pull into the drive thru to order a burger. My shirt is unbuttoned all the way of course leaving me bare-chested and my shorts are down someplace between my balls and my knees. I’m basically all hanging out and I love it!
I dig out a few bills, getting pretty close to the exact price, as I don’t intend to stay and wait for the change. I can see the cute babe working the window. I was here a few days ago but was wearing more at the time. She’s definitely Latino, long dark hair, nice big titties and she likes to keep her “official” uniform unzipped pretty far to show them off. Mmm, I’d put her age as 18, finishing up high school probably.
I’m two cars back from the window and I’m stroking my cock keeping it just below the threshold where I want to cum. I’m watching the babe at the window as she leans out to pass the drinks and stuff to the customer. Oh yeah, she likes to flirt! I see her giving a couple of guys up there a little cleavage show and a big smile. Wonder if she’ll like my show?
Wow, I’m one car back and I’m still stroking it. There is pre-cum all over my lower belly and hand. My heat is pounding a mile a minute as I realize what I’m about to do.
Ohh, it’s my turn! I flip my shirt up over my cock. Gee, there’s a tent there with a big wet spot sticking up. Miss Latino Titties’ real name is Celeste. She leans out the window a little bit and tells me, “It’s $4.67″.
I make a point of admiring her cleavage and giving her a big smile, which she returns. I take my time picking up the money from the seat beside me. I barely stick it out of the car window and Celeste has to lean way out to reach it.
Yes! Her titties are threatening to pop right thru her uniform and I notice that she is looking down at the tent in my shirt. Since I can see that my shorts are way to low to be covering anything, I assume she notices that too. It’s all I can do not to reach over and caress her young hooties. Celeste takes it from my hand still staring at my cock as it is barely disguised under the shirt. I make sure to touch her fingers and slowly slide mine across her hand. She takes the money and then finally looks at my face, blushes and pulls back into the store.
A moment later she hands me my drink, my burger and a few coins. I set them all down carefully and reach for the extra couple of dollars on the seat beside me. Celeste is still staring down at my scarcely concealed cock which is twitching and is in danger of becoming fully exposed. She gives me a quick smile, say’s, “Thank you” and starts to pull back inside.
I gently tap on the glass. She looks at me and I hold up the bills in my left hand. Celeste opens the window again and leans out. This time I hold the bills even farther from her making her lean way out the window and as I admire her nice full tits, I let her grasp the bills. My shirt flips back out of the way giving her a nice close-up view of my fist wrapped around my throbbing cock. I’m so hard the veins are popping out all over my cock, my balls are already rising.
Here is Celeste, a pretty little 18 year old with most of her titties on display for me, leaning out the drive thru window while I’m pumping my cock for her. My pulse is racing as I look her in the eyes, raise my hips and stroke it fast. You can see the pre-cum oozing out of the big purple head and hear the sound of my hand sliding up and down in the juices.
“Ohhhhh, gonna cum for you Celeste.” I said quietly as my hips thrust up driving my cock hard into my hand. Her face was only a foot or two away when I groaned and the first long ropes of jizz began to fly.
I shot spunk all over my chest, splatters reaching all the way to my shoulders. It was a tremendous orgasm. There must have been over a half a dozen big spurts of cum dripping from my chest to my balls.
“Oh my god!” said Celeste. Her eyes flicked between my face and my cock. “You can get in trouble for doing that you know.”
“I know,” I said with a grin, “but next time, I’d love to shoot it on your tits. Are you working tomorrow?”

**Note: To my special friend…thank you for your inspiration and your understanding**
“Yeah, right. No friggin’ way!”
I looked at Bernie like he had rocks in his head. He started shaking his head, saying, “No, no no. You can DO this!”
“Bernie,” I said, chuckling. “I’m a buck-seventy. No way can I pass as Santa!”
“Brian, listen. They’ve got the suit all padded. God, I wore it last year, and I looked like a blimp!” He paused, waiting for the inevitable. I had to say it.
“Man, you ARE a blimp!”
We fell into our familiar routine of teasing each other, he calling me ’skinny,’ and me retorting with fantasy tales of his floating over football games with an electronic sign on his side. Actually, he’s only a touch over 200 pounds, but at 5′-8″, with nary a sign of a muscle group to be seen, I have a lot of fun with him.
I’m no Schwartzenegger, but I keep in shape with twice-weekly workouts, and I’ve been told by many people that I don’t look anywhere near my age, which is too darn close to 56 years old. You can’t defeat Father Time, I’ve learned, but you can hold him at bay, if you work hard enough at it. I’m determined to lock that sucker up in a closet somewhere!
Finally, I agreed. I would do my stint as Santa Claus at the store Bernie managed. For that, I would receive minimum wage, a free lunch, and the chance to make a lot of little kids happy. The latter was the clincher.
I had a lot of fun with it online, telling my friends across the country how I was going to be Santa Claus for an afternoon, and teasing my female friends that I had a special ‘package’ to deliver to them! Good, almost clean fun, but as the day approached, I was getting nervous.
Finally, on December 22, my big day arrived. I took my place on the ‘Santa seat’, relieving Danny, another underweight Santa, to begin my four-hour stint. It started out slowly enough…a couple of kids, a lot of people asking directions to different departments, and one very cute salesgirl making a few thought-provoking comments. Then, after almost 2 and a half hours of nothing, the crowd hit.
Suddenly there was a line, and parents were escorting kids up to my lap; some of them not too happy to be there, others eager to pull Santa’s beard and ask embarrassing questions about my obviously fake attire. A few of the moms were very cute, however, and I tried to engage them, whenever I could, in conversation. I wasn’t looking for anything, other than the obvious satisfaction of having an attractive woman find me interesting. One of them actually asked me what she could expect to find under that big red suit, and that took me so much by surprise that I stammered some lame reply, and she left, smiling confidently. Well, so much for ’suave Santa’!
I had just let one small girl down off my lap and was thinking about a bathroom break, when suddenly a grown woman burst through the line, pushing another child gently but firmly out of her path. She sailed straight toward me, landed with a thud on my lap, and buried her face in my beard as she kissed my neck loudly.
“What the…?” I exclaimed, trying to preserve Santa’s dignity in front of the assembled children, and wondering what to do next.
“Hi, Santa,” came the voice from my neck. “Did you expect me?” She pulled her legs up and formed herself into a ball on my lap, chuckling as she did. I was flustered, to say the least.
“I don’t think you should be doing that,” I said meekly, warming to her kisses, which were becoming less noisy, and more sensuous. Her mouth raked my neck as her tongue flicked against my skin. I moved to put my hand on her arm, but instead brushed against the side of a large, round breast.
“Oh, yeah,” she said immediately. “That’s what I was looking for.” At that, she pulled her face from the cover of my beard, and looked up at me. She seemed so familiar…
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” she asked, smiling impishly. “Even from the one picture I showed you? My hair is redder now, just like I told you.”
Oh my god! Could it be? How in the world…? A hundred questions crossed my mind at once, but one answer was clear: it was Margaret, one of my internet friends. She lived at least 7 states away, but she was here. In my arms. On my lap. But, how?
Margaret and I had formed a bond when I was depressed over the loss of friendship with another woman, whom I had gotten too close to. When Samantha left, Margaret was suddenly there for me. She didn’t really know me, and had only posted with me a few times on an erotic site forum, but she offered her friendship and advice, and I gravitated toward her. I could tell she was the real deal, and I had come to realize that that was rare on the internet, where little is as it seems. We quickly became friends, and we had shared many secrets with one another over the course of the last few months. Things happen fast, on the web!
Things were happening even faster in real life, at the moment! As my realization of who it was formed, so did a hundred other questions. What did she want? Where was she staying? How would I be able to see her, with my family so demanding of my time? We had had a few fantasy ‘affairs’, where we wrote each other sensuous stories about … well, making love to one another, but it was all done rather innocently, there being such a difference in our ages. Margaret was over 20 years my junior, and I only thought in the abstract about actually having sex with her. I’d learned that much, in the course of a couple of previous relationships. NEVER actually date an internet ‘lover’. That was the rule! My being married made that much less difficult to enforce.
“Margaret,” I said, looking into the never-before-seen eyes. “What are you doing? How did you…” She silenced me with one finger to my lips.
“Uh-uh,” she said softly. “No questions. That’s for later. Right now,” she said, leaning back against me, “I just want to enjoy being with you.”
A cough from one of the mothers broke the moment. I looked down the aisle at Danny, who was out of costume, but straightening stock on one of the shelves. He had stayed just out of earshot, I was sure, to keep me from having an escape route from this duty! Now, I made sure he heard me.
“SANTA BREAK!” I yelled, and he jerked upright. Looking at me, with this attractive woman coiled up in my lap, he smiled knowingly and shook his head.
“NOW!”
He headed for the back room to put on his costume.
By the time he got there, half the parents had taken their children elsewhere, unable to explain the sight of Santa with an obviously sexy woman writhing on his lap, and his hands trying NOT to wrap themselves around any of her body parts as they kissed!
We had kissed as if we’d known each other for years, and it was becoming hot, and rather restricted, in this suit, suddenly! Her hands had gone to my hair, fingers raking up under my Santa hat as she pulled me into her, and I had angled my head to better access her mouth. Our breathing had gotten heavier, and I was sure she could feel my rather obvious reaction to her, pressing up against her hip.
“Uh, Santa,” Danny said. “I think you’d better take this sideshow somewhere else.”
I was ready! Margaret was getting me so hot and bothered, I didn’t think I could resist making a real Christmas spectacle happen, and soon! I pulled my lips from hers, and urged her out of my lap. As we stood, some of the parents applauded, and Margaret winked at me.
“Tell them you quit,” she said firmly, and I laughed.
“You’re the boss,” I said, and turned to Danny. “Tell Bernie that Santa Brian has left the building.” He started to protest, but knew he didn’t have an argument for this.
“Have fun, Santa,” he said glumly, and sat down.
I made Margaret wait while I shed my costume, and reappeared with my hair combed and myself composed. She looked happy; genuinely happy, and for that I was glad. We’d both had our ‘down’ moments over the last few months, and I had come to care very much for her, and worried about her constantly.
“You look great,” I told her, and she laughed.
“You don’t have to say that,” she said. “It’s not required. Not really.”
She was always less than kind to herself about her appearance, but I found her extremely attractive. She was tall and big-boned, but carried herself well. Her face, while not drop-dead gorgeous, was pretty, and full of life. She looked happier than I ever imagined she could, with all her troubles back at home.
“I’m serious. You look … radiant.” I pressed myself against her, and hugged her tightly. “I don’t know how you got here, but I’m very happy you did.” One more kiss, on her neck, and we pulled apart.
“Brian,” she said, in a serious tone. “I had to come. I just needed to get away. Home … while it’s home, is so …” She appeared to be choosing her words carefully. “There are just so many bad memories there, at this time of year.”
I pulled her to me again. “I know, honey,” I said. “I know.”
We stood together for the longest time, content to share each other’s company, without words. Finally, she spoke.
“I have to go back tomorrow,” she said. “I have to be there for Christmas with my family.” Sensing my surprise, she explained. “I came for only one reason. Remember when I told you my ’secret’? The one … that no one else but ‘he’ knows? She looked at me expectantly. I knew the one.
“Margaret, if it’s something bad, I don’t know if I really want to know,” I said, expecting her to tell me that she had some dread disease or something. My heart was already falling, my mind full of things to say to her. Then she giggled.
“Silly,” she chided. “It’s not bad. In fact, I hope it’s very good.” She looked deep into my eyes, searching for my reaction. I didn’t know what to think, however, and she sensed this. Snuggling into me, she whispered into my ear.
“I want you to have it,” she said. “I want you to … be the first.”
I couldn’t begin to conceive of what she was saying. My mind went into a kind of empty buzzing mode…words wouldn’t come, and thoughts were scrambled. My face felt flushed. Finally, after long moments, I could speak.
I held her at arm’s length, looking into her eyes, as she had into mine. Now, we connected. I understood the gravity of her decision, and I watched, in awe, as her eyes misted over. Her lower lip trembled a little as she stared at me.
“Margaret, do you know what you’re asking?”
I felt her body begin to shake, and sensed that sobs were next. I wasn’t wrong. As I pulled her into me once again, she began to cry.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have assumed. I never meant to …” Her words crumbled, as her emotions took over, and I hastened to console her.
“That’s not it, sweetie,” I said softly. “That’s not it, at all. My god, I’m … honored. You just took me by surprise, is all.” I hugged her tightly, trying to squeeze the embarrassment from her body, and letting her calm down. I let one hand drop, finally, to the small of her back, and then down onto her ass. It was a nice ass, and I realized suddenly that I wanted this, as much as her. I pulled her against my growing erection, and felt her conform to my body.
“I want to do this,” I said huskily. “If you truly want me to.”
Her lips found mine again, and she kissed me passionately. “Oh, god,” she breathed. “You don’t know how much!”
My erection got even harder, knowing her resolve, and imagining the event. I hadn’t had a virgin since I dated my wife, and never considered, at my age, having the experience again. That Margaret was still one, I had originally found almost unbelievable, but she had told me that she had never found the right man, and she was obviously not one to give herself to just anyone.
Now, she wanted to give herself to me!
We left the store full of expectation, and both very nervous. She told me that she had gotten a room at a hotel not half a mile from the store, so we didn’t have long to wait. I drove, glancing at her every so often. She looked straight ahead, her mouth set, but her eyes bright.
Her room was second floor, at the end of the building, she explained. We parked and entered the lobby, feeling as if every eye was upon us, but feeling excited by the very ‘wrongness’ of it all, too. We kissed in the elevator, hands exploring each other’s bodies in the short time it took to rise one floor. By the time we headed down the hall, we were giddy with nervousness.
“Promise not to laugh,” she said seriously, as she unlocked the door.
“What?” I deadpanned. “Didn’t paint and redecorate before inviting me up here?”
At that, she laughed, and suddenly all the nervousness left us, replaced by a feeling of expectancy, and lust. I wanted her, suddenly, in the worst way, and I knew she felt the same. All the ’stories’ we had written each other, the sexy innuendoes in our IM’s, were about to come to pass, and I couldn’t wait. My hands went to her waist as she led me in, and I pulled her back into me as I kicked the door shut.
Kissing along her neck, I ran my hands up to her breasts. She wore a sheer blouse and a bra, and I set about loosening both. Her hands covered mine, encouraging me. When at last her clothing fell to the floor, she turned in my arms. Her arms went around my waist as we kissed, and then she leaned back, letting me look down at her considerable mounds.
“Okay?” she asked, tentatively, and I smiled broadly, my hands cupping the giant globes. As I brushed my thumbs across the nipples, they hardened, and I wanted my mouth over them, suddenly.
“Ohhhh, yeah,” I murmured, dipping my head. I took one nipple into my mouth, my hands going once again to her ass, cupping the ample cheeks as I teased the bud with my tongue. Her intake of breath was audible, and she pressed her sex against my cock, grinding against me.
“Let’s get these clothes off,” I said.
She allowed me to unsnap and unzip her jeans and slide them down over her hips, revealing the boyshorts beneath. The ‘undie report’ was a regular part of our emails to one another, and she knew my fondness for the lacy things. I smiled up at her, and she giggled again.
“Just for you,” she said, pushing the jeans down her legs and stepping out of them. She stepped out of her shoes, and pulled upward at the waistband of the little panties, tightening them across the lips of her pussy … that pussy, so neglected all these years! I dropped to my knees, intent upon having my mouth on her.
She spread her legs as I moved down across the front of the little shorts, nibbling at her through the material, and taking in her aroma. As my mouth closed over the puffy mound, I raked my tongue upward, teasing her slit. She moaned aloud, and took my head in her hands.
“Oh, god,” she sighed, delighting in the feel of my tongue against her. She held me firmly, as if she was afraid I might pull away. Not a chance! I sucked at her through the lacy fabric, and toyed with those tender lips. I never wanted to leave here! She rocked her hips, and as my hands went once more to her ass, she stepped forward, over me.
“That’s it,” she said, as my mouth enveloped her pussy through the panties. “Right there! Yes! Oh, god, yes. Eat me, please?” She ground her pussy against my mouth, and I felt the wetness on the front of her panties that I knew I had caused. It grew as I tongued her, as did the intensity of her moans. Suddenly, she was cumming.
“Oh, god! Ohhhh, god…Oooooooh, GOD!!!” she groaned, as the pleasure slowly overtook her. Suddenly, her voice erupted into a wail as she climaxed, her hands holding my head firmly. She pulled me tightly against her, holding me there, her legs shaking and stiff.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, YES!” she screamed, cumming hard.
I felt her wetness as it soaked the boyshorts, and began to seap into my waiting mouth. I tried to hold still, letting her use my mouth for her own pleasure, but I couldn’t. I lapped at her furiously as she climaxed above me, and it only heightened her pleasure.
Finally, after long minutes, she released my head, took a long, slow breath, and stepped back. Looking down at me sheepishly, she smiled. “Thank you,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “That was … nice.”
“It isn’t over,” I said, and she smiled again. I looked at her panties, and her reddened thighs, and reached for her. I began to slide the lacy things down over her hips.
“Wait!” The urgency of her voice startled me. She grabbed my wrists, and pulled my hands gently away.
“I want to see you undressed. And I want to do it.”
I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, and got to my feet. “Okay,” I said. “But don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind, after you see the gray hair on my chest.” We both laughed, and I stood obediently as she began to pull at the buttons on my shirt. “Should I do a little dance?” I teased, rocking my shoulders to and fro.
“If you want,” she said, almost under her breath. Her concentration was intense, and as she pulled my shirt from the waistband of my jeans, she sighed softly.
“Nice.”
She ran her hand from my stomach to my chest, then circled one nipple with her forefinger. Her other hand, she rested on the snap of my jeans, teasing me.
“Uh, there’s more,” I joked, anxious to feel her hand on my cock. It was jumping inside my jeans expectantly, getting harder by the moment. She knew this, and slowly … very slowly … unsnapped my pants. As she looked into my eyes, her hand took my zipper down, and I felt the loosening of my jeans. Her hands worked their way between the denim and the material of my boxers, and began to slide them down my hips.
It seemed to take forever, and when at last I stepped out of the jeans, after struggling to remove my socks and shoes as one, my boxers were tented with my erection. I watched her face as she studied me. She was obviously happy with my reaction.
“And this…” she said, snaking her hand around the lump in my shorts, “is for me?” She began to move her fingers over my dick, fleshing it out beneath the cotton, and I began to breathe more deeply. “I think it’s just what I need today, if you’re ready,” she purred. I was ready!
I placed my hands on her waist, pushing her gently backward, until her legs contacted the bed. There, I stopped, and we kissed again … a long, passion-filled kiss. I used my tongue and my hands, and inserted my knee between hers, rubbing my leg up against her cunt. She groaned, pulling at me insistently, but I continued to kiss and fondle her. I knew how important this first time was, and I wanted to make love to her, not just fuck her.
Soon, however, my resolve was all but gone, and I was pawing her panties down, anxious to feel her naked pussy envelope my cock. She had already removed my boxers, and was clutching my cock like it was the most important thing on earth.
“Now, Brian!” she urged. “I need to feel you inside me.”
She slipped backward onto the bed, her legs spread invitingly, and as I gazed down at her luxurious body, I once again remembered what this moment represented. Her arms were above her head, and she was watching me expectantly. I held my cock in one hand, slowly stroking it as I watched her. I needed to delay this, so we would both appreciate it more.
“You look so beautiful, Margaret,” I whispered, and moved around the bed. I crawled up beside her head, holding my cock out to her, and she took it greedily into her mouth. As she began to suck me, I slid one hand down over her breast, where I pinched the erect nipple before sliding further down, over her tummy and between her legs.
She was wet. And warm. As my middle finger slipped between those slippery lips, I could feel her heat and desire. Her mouth went crazy on my dick, sucking and slurping noisily, as I manipulated her sex. Just one more climax, before I took her, I thought…
It didn’t take long. As I pulled her clit upward from it’s sheath, she suddenly threw her head back, leaving my saliva-coated cock swinging free.

Chapter 3: Barbie Jo learns how to be a whore.
This story is a fantasy story, and with all fantasies we can imagine that no evil exists. That also means no disease, so with no disease to transfer to someone else, no need for protection. Remember it is a fantasy world, in the real world evil and disease exists. Protect yourself.
Saturday Afternoon
The sound is ringing in my ears as I drag myself out of a deep sleep. I look over at my clock and realize it’s not the right time for my alarm. As I come more to life, I pick up my phone. “Hey gorgeous, how you feeling?” Booms a voice through the receiver, making my head pound in agony, and then I realize who it is.
“Hi John,” I happily say, “I just woke up, how are you?”
“Doing fine, sleeping a little late aren’t you?” He said, “it happens to be 5:00 in the afternoon, late night with your owners?”
Those words sent a quick flashback through my head about the events of last night and this morning with Peter and Wanda. “Yeah kind of,” I said, “I wasn’t expecting you to call, I had the impression you were angry with me when you dropped me off last Friday night.”
“Naw, I’m over that, I think I had a little twinge of jealousy, that’s all,” he said. “I got a bit possessive over Barbie Jo, probably because I was her first. Listen, uh, could I speak to Barbie Jo?”
This caught me by surprise, he’s speaking about ‘her’ in the third person. Suddenly I thought, “so am I.” So in my best sexy girly voice I said, “Barbie Jo speaking.”
“Hi beautiful, want to come out and play tonight,” he said in a sweet gentle voice, “maybe a movie and some clubbing?”
My throbbing head and enjoyably sore bum said no, but I enthusiastically blurted out, “I’d love to.”
“Movie’s at 8:00, I’ll pick you up at 7:30, wear something real sexy.” Then he hung up.
As I hung up the phone I did some quick math, wakeup, come back to life and create Barbie Jo in two and a half hours. It was going to be close, but I was dam well going to do it for John.
I crawled out of bed and made my way to the shower. I was naked and I could feel my bum cheeks trying to get unstuck from each other because of all the dried cum all over it, my balls and my big clitty. I blast the water on me and have a quick shower, then I fill up the tub with liberal amounts of scented lotion and relive last night and this morning.
I woke up this morning on Peter’s sofa, still fully dressed including my heels, with him more or less sprawled on top of me, his hard as a rock morning cock stabbing me in my lower back. I had the taste of camel dung in my mouth from all the drinking and sex juices I poured in it. So I thought, “What the fuck, might as well rinse it out with some cum.”
I wiggled out from under Peter carefully so as not to wake him, moved down and slid his hard cock in my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to wakeup, he looked down and our eyes met. He said, “oh wow, what a way to wake up, this is a first, you gotta give Wanda some lesson’s.” I gave him a big smile and kept eye contact while continuing to suck on his magnificent cock. It didn’t take long and he started to shoot big gobs of hot cum into my mouth.
“What the fuck is going on,” Wanda yelled. This startled Peter and he jerked his cock out of my mouth in mid orgasm, shooting the rest of his load all over my face. There I was on my knees on the floor, Peter’s spent cock still bobbing up and down right in front of my cum soaked face.
“You are such a fucking slut,” she said to me. “Do I have to watch you every fucking minute? Get your ass out to the kitchen and make some coffee,” she ordered.
I scurried out to the kitchen and set the coffee maker, then I grabbed a dishtowel to wipe the cum off my face and cleaned most of the smeared makeup off my face. I could hear Wanda yelling at Peter, something about being a loose horny bastard and to get some clothes on.
When the coffee was ready I brought three cups out on a tray, just like a proper maid. To my relief Wanda was nowhere to be seen, she was upstairs getting ready for work. Peter was there with a pair of jeans on looking quite smug. We sat in silence drinking our coffee when Peter blurted out how shocked he still was about my transformation into Barbie Jo. We had a good little talk about it and in the end he said he was glad it happened. I was feeling much more comfortable with the fact that everyone was taking it so well.
Wanda came down ready for work, and said, “well I think this is the first time I walked in on you two and you weren’t in a little fuck frenzy.” She gulped her coffee down, said to Peter that he had to drive her to work and handed me a piece of paper. “Here is a list of things that you need to do to complete your services with us for this weekend,” she commanded. “Today you’re just a maid, basic house cleaning and laundry. Do you think you can do that without getting fucked?” she asked. “Peter’s taking me to work, than he’ll be back to get ready because he has to work today too. When you finish, just lock the door on your way out.” Having said that, she turned and walked out, not even saying goodbye to me. Peter just looked at me, shrugged and followed her wearing only sneakers, jeans and his leather jacket, undone showing off his hard upper body. I looked at the list and got to work.
When Peter got back, I was doing the dishes, having cleaned up the living room. He came up behind me and gave me a big hug. He leaned me over the counter, in front of the sink and window. He already had his pants undone, smeared some dish soap on my bum and rammed his hard cock up my ass. We must have been quite the sight for anybody looking in the window. I lost track of how long we stood there fucking. Eventually Peter moaned that he was cumming and I felt that now familiar warm feeling in my bum.
Spent, he pulled out of me and poured a couple stiff vodka and orange. “You’re not drinking before you go to work are you?” I asked as he handed me one.
“I think I’m feeling a bit sick and will be staying home with you today,” he grinned.
I sat down, feeling his cum ooze into my panties. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Wanda is quite pissed off at me, and you hooking off work to stay here with me, is not a cool idea.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he laughed.
“I don’t like it,” I said as I drank down my vodka. It was just like normal, a couple guys drinking liquor on a Saturday morning and conniving. The only little difference was the fact I had on a slinky little skirt, red blouse half undone, a pair of fake tits stuffed inside a black lace bra and a pair of 5 inch high heels! Oh yeah, and Peter’s cum leaking out of my bum.
We had a few more drinks and his hands started roaming over me again. I decided reluctantly that I better get out of there in case Wanda got off early and walked in on us again. I was feeling no pain from the vodka, so I called a cab and hurried on some makeup so I would pass to the cabbie. When I came out of the bathroom, Peter did a catcall and said. “Fuck I still can’t get over how hot you look, I need one more blowjob before you go.”
“You got to be kidding me,” I said. “You already came twice this morning, Wanda said you were only good for one orgasm usually.”
“Tell me about it, I can’t explain it. You just make me so horny, I can’t help it,” he said as he dropped his pants and his cock popped up. I couldn’t help it either, as I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth. I furiously went at it knowing I didn’t have much time before the cab showed up. Soon enough, there was a car horn signaling the cab was waiting. Peter grabbed my head and shuffled across the kitchen floor, dragging me on my knees, his cock didn’t even leave my mouth. He looked out the window and put his finger up, indicating to the cabbie to wait a minute. As much as I was enjoying this, I had to get it over with. I wet my finger and shoved it up his ass, this blew him away. He started convulsing and instantly started to shoot in my mouth. Since it was his third one, it wasn’t huge, but still a big load by normal standards. I let his cock slip from my mouth and wiped a little bit of cum that dribbled onto my chin. Stood up, gave him a kiss and ran out the door.
I have no idea what the cabbie thought, I must have had quite the cock breath as I told him the address. When we arrived at my apartment I suddenly realized I had no money with me. My initial thought was I’d have to give him a blowjob for payment, that was the whore in me talking. I came to my senses and knew I just had to run up to my apartment to get some money. Of course the cabbie wasn’t going to just let me leave, I offered him my driver’s license without thinking and off I ran. I was back in a flash with the money and we traded money for license. With the look he gave me I understood that he looked at my license and knew that I was a cross dressing slut. Embarrassed, I ran back up to my apartment, stripped naked and crashed, it was 2:00 in the afternoon.
I must have dozed off while lounging in the tub because the water was freezing. I got out and started to get ready. I had a nice wardrobe of lingerie, but was a little shy on evening outfits. I was able to scrounge up a nice, matching purple bra, panties and garter. Trouble was, all I had for a top was a sheer white blouse that made the bra literally glow. My black pleated skirt, very short, and a beige pair of stockings. Had to use my 4 inch black pumps and applied my makeup. I still had my long glue on nails, just had to retouch them with a nice bright red color. I had a bitch of a time getting ready with the nails on, I don’t know how women do it with those things. I popped the top button on my blouse trying to button it up and didn’t have enough time to sew it back on. This left ample cleavage showing, fortunately I did a good job blending the fake breasts to my chest. Finally, some nice dangly clip on earrings, and my medium length dark colored wig. I had to use that one because my longer blond wig was a mess, completely sticky with dried cum and pussy juice. A nice body fragrance and I was ready with about 5 minutes to spare
John was right on time, I buzzed him up to my apartment, he looked hot in a pair of khaki slacks and a nice brown shirt with his black leather jacket. I had a rum and coke ready for him and he laid out a bunch of lines of coke. He had a hard time concentrating on the coke because he was staring at me and made a delicious comment about my blouse. We quickly did the coke, finished our drinks and started some serious necking. We were going at it pretty good, I was loving the feel of John’s bum in my hands, when he broke off and said we were going to miss the movie. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck about the movie, I wanted to lead John into my bed and fuck his brains out. He insisted and so we left, I grabbed my short black leather jacket on the way out.
John was the perfect gentlemen and opened the door for me while I climbed into his car. I slid over next to him and put one arm around his neck and the other in his lap and started nibbling on his ear. God I was so horny, I think because earlier I had another sexy guy lusting after me and now John, the coke certainly helped too. I was a total slut. I don’t know how he did it with me all over him, but he managed to get us to the theater in one piece.
We were late, the show already started and the only seats were the front row. Down to the front we strutted, arm in arm. I think just about everybody in the theater missed about a minute of the movie while they watched us walk to the front and stand there to take off our jackets. I snuggled up next to John and put my hand back to its customary place in his crotch. Everybody in front had to look up to watch the movie, so know one saw me unzip his pants and slide my hand in. Sweet, he didn’t have any underwear on, perfect access to his rigid cock.
Don’t even ask me what the movie was about, I was totally focused on massaging John’s wonderful cock. It ran down his left pant leg and every time he got close to cumming, I would back off and let him calm down, then start up again. This went on till the movie ended, people started to get up around us as the lights came on. I was in such a trance I forgot I had my hand buried in his zipper. I nervously pulled my hand out as people watched. John just calmly stood up, zipped his pants up with a big grin on his face and a huge bulge running down his left leg. It felt some good, guys were drooling on me and their women weren’t getting mad because they were drooling over John. He had a hard time walking out of the theater due to his hard on. I had it easier because my big clit was wrapped down between my legs, it was uncomfortable, but girls gotta do, what girls gotta do.
We got to the car and headed to the club, I got back to what I was doing. Only this time I hauled his cock out and went down on him while he was driving. We came to a traffic light and I thought we were at the club. I lifted my head off his cock and looked around only to see a car load of guys stopped next to us at the light looking at us. They all started cheering and beeping the horn when they realized what I was doing. I looked right at them, licked my lips, gave them a sexy smile and went right back down to what I was doing. I heard John moan, “Fuck yeah,” and off we drove. The other car stayed with us for a bit because I could hear the horn beeping next to us, God that was hot.
We parked the car in our favorite parking lot, it brought back memories from last week. I’ve cum a long way since that night. John broke out some more coke, I showed him a little trick I learned the night before. Of course I never told him where or when I learned it, he would have freaked. I grabbed a pinch of coke and placed it on the head of his cock that was still pointing straight out of his zipper. Leaned over, put my nostril to the head of his cock where the coke was and inhaled deeply. Then I licked it clean and sucked it into my mouth. He was so turned on by what I just did that he came instantly and forcefully. Pumping a huge load into my mouth, he must have been saving it all week. I had to keep swallowing to prevent any dripping out, and I’m proud to say I didn’t lose a drop. We finished off the coke and headed to the club. The club was packed as usual, this time John held me close right in front of him as we walked through the crowd. Unfortunately this meant I didn’t get my bum fondled by strangers. John was keeping me for himself, or so I thought.
We found a table and had some drinks, soon we were up dancing, I liked the slow songs best. Back at the table, suddenly the guy I met the night before is standing next to me. He gives me a kiss and says, “you look hot as usual, I really like your blouse. I called your number tonight and didn’t get an answer, now I know why.” I look at John and I can see he’s starting to vibrate.
“Sorry,” I said, “I already had plans.” I’m hoping he gets the hint and leaves. He puts his arm around me and asks if I’ll go out with him tomorrow night.
“Are you fucking stupid?” John bellows as he pushes him back, then jumps on top of him. The bouncers are on them before they can do any damage to each other. They’re tossed out the door pretty quickly. I proudly follow thinking wow, two guys just got in a fight over me. Outside they’re squaring off against each other with the bouncers keeping a close eye on them. I take John’s hand and lead him away. I have to get him out of there quick, because I know the police are probably on the way, and I don’t want the night ruined by John getting tossed in the drunk tank.
We head off to a club around the corner that John goes to a lot, it’s a jazz club that doesn’t get very crowded. Once inside John leads us to a table that a hot looking guy is sitting at. They greet each other with the guy saying, “about time you got here.”
John introduces us as, “Barbie Jo, she’s the one I was telling you about. This is my buddy, Dallas.”
Dallas stands up, gives me a kiss and a hug and said, “pleasure to meet you Barbie Jo, I’ve heard a lot about you, and you’re more beautiful than John here said you were.”
I blushed and said, “thank you, I have the disadvantage because John never told me anything about you.” I gave John a bit of an evil eye. We sat down with me in the middle, ordered some drinks and proceeded to watch the band play. We engaged in a lot of small talk and it was obvious Dallas was giving me a lot of attention. He had his arm around me and his other hand on my leg, stroking it up and down. I expected John to say something but he didn’t, he just let Dallas do what he wanted. By the time we had a few drinks, Dallas was rubbing my big clit and John was stroking my leg. I was getting pretty horny and was about to explode when Dallas announced we were going to his place.
We split up outside the club, John and I headed to his car and Dallas went to his car. We met at Dallas’s house, it was a huge place with a nice BMW parked in the driveway. “Dallas beat us here,” John said, indicating the Bimmer.
“What does Dallas do for a living?” I said with interest.
“He’s a, a business man,” John said with some hesitation.
Even though Dallas was expecting us, John knocked on the door and about four deadbolts were unlocked before the door opened. Dallas motioned us inside and we sat on the sofa. Dallas joined us with drinks in hand and left me in my now familiar position of being in the middle with two gorgeous hunks snuggled up on each side.
Dallas reached over to the end table, opened the drawer, grabbed a package and plunked down on the coffee table what looked like a kilo of coke. “There’s your inventory John, let’s test it,”