Teen
2010-10-05
Part 2: Turbulence
When I’m nervous I get horny, and I was certainly nervous as the airplane rose from the runway, speeding me home. Thinking about that night on the cruise ship wasn’t helping matters either. My panties were wet and feeling uncomfortably tight.
Mr. Ward quickly exhausted the obvious questions about school and what I was studying. He didn’t seem to notice or mind that I was distracted. He was far too focused on my tits to really pay attention to my answers.
“Boy, you really have grown up, Sara,” he said for the third time. His wife might as well have been a complete stranger for all the attention she paid her husband. She sat across the isle from us, her nose buried in her book. Marcy was wearing her headphones again, oblivious to the world around her.
We were in the air and the pilot was announcing that it was safe to move about the cabin. He apologized for the three-hour flight delay and informed us that the weather was now clear and he’d be “flying to beat the wind” to get us home. “Since it is five past midnight,” he added, “I’ll be turning off the cabin lights for anyone who wants to catch a quick nap. ”
The plane went dark, except for the exit and emergency lights, and the few people, like Laura Ward, who flipped on their overhead lights to read. Mr.
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Ward took advantage of the low lighting and had a good, long look at my tits. I decided it was time to torture him a bit.
“Excuse me,” I said, pushing my blanket aside and rising up out of my seat. He pulled up his knees to let me pass, but I stopped directly in front of him with my legs straddling his. It would have been easier to get my bag from the overhead if I stood in the isle, but that would have ruined the affect. I twisted and stretched and bent forward to reach my bag. Mr. Ward was forced back into his seat, my tits inches from his face. “Can you see them now,” I thought, smiling to myself.
I didn’t get all dressed up for the flight home. I was wearing a pair of sweats and a jersey, which I admit I bought a size too small for the way it showed off my tits. The hem of the jersey was also cut short and exposed a great deal of my tummy as I leaned across my old science teacher. Before I got out of my seat, I took the time to reach under the blanket and tug my sweats and panties as far down on my hips as I possibly dared. From where Mr. Ward sat, with me stretched out over him, he could have no doubts that I shaved and waxed my pussy.
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“Got everything?” he asked in a strained whisper. I was pleased to see the unsettled look on his face, and even more pleased that his wife and daughter hadn’t noticed my little game.
“I think so,” I beamed back at him, pulling the blanket over me again, much to his disappointment. I opened my bag on my lap and he continued to watch me in the dim light. I didn’t make much of an effort to hide what I was doing. I pulled the tiny device I had in mind from an inside pocket of my bag and took my time unwrapping the chord.
“Whatchya got there?” he whispered curiously, eyeing the little plastic egg at the end of the chord.
“It’s just something I got to help me relax when I fly,” I said smiling up at him. I stuffed my bag under the seat in front of me, and then I tucked my hands, and the egg, under the blanket. I slunked down in my seat and spread my legs as much as I could in the cramped space, my knee pressing against his. Then I slipped my hand under the waistband of my sweats and into my panties. I shifted my hips and my pussy was wet enough that the little egg slid right in.
“Mmm,” I said, smiling up at his astonished face with a dreamy grin. I closed my thighs and lifted my hands out from under the blanket. His eyes followed the chord that stretched from beneath the blanket to my hand.
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I threw him a wicked grin, then curled up in my seat and turned away from him, resting my head against a balled up sweatshirt on the side of the cabin. I twirled the dial on the controller and the tiny egg sprang to life inside my pussy sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
When I arrived for my freshman year of college, it had been almost two months since I fucked those men on the cruise. I had been without cock since then. So when a group of boys invited my roommate Tasha and I, along with Chelsey, another girl from our dorm, to a frat party on our first day, guess who immediately established herself as the dorm-slut?
I met Kyle about an hour into the party. He was tall and handsome, and best of all, he wore a size fourteen sneaker. I couldn’t wait to get him upstairs and fuck his brains out. It only took another hour of flirting before that happened.
I made it back to my dorm the next morning to discover that Tasha and Chelsey had both met boys, but neither had gone for the one-night-stand. I considered blaming my sluttiness on the one cup of keg beer I drank, but I was saved from that sad excuse when Kyle showed up at our dorm and asked me to dinner. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. On the one hand, Tasha and Chelsey went from looking at me like I was a whore, to enviously congratulating me on nabbing the cutest guy at the party. On the other hand, well…
You know what they say about guys with big feet? It turns out it isn’t always true. He wasn’t tiny or anything, just sort of average size, and that would have been fine if his lovemaking wasn’t also exceptionally average. We had sex every night over the next two weeks, and although Kyle was a significant improvement over Jason, he hardly elicited the screams of ecstasy my Mom was so used to, or that I experienced that night on the cruise getting fucked by half-a-dozen strangers.
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The problem was that we were making love. I wanted to fuck. My friends were quick to tell me how lucky I was, but I was terrified that my four years of college would pass just like high school, and I would spend my time dreaming about great sex instead of having it. These were my slut years. I was young and sexy. I didn’t want a relationship. I wanted cock, lots of cock, and mind-bending orgasms like the one Tina had riding my Dad. Kyle was sweet, though, and it wasn’t easy to throw away what all my friends seemed to think I should want so desperately.
Three weeks into the semester, I turned eighteen. It was on a Tuesday night and we all had early classes the next day, so we were putting off the big celebration until the weekend. Kyle wasn’t going to let the day pass unnoticed, though. He piled all of us into his Explorer, Tasha and Chelsey and two new boys Kyle had hooked them up with, and drove us an hour to the coast. We spent a beautiful day splashing around in the last warm waters of the season and roasted hotdogs over a fire on the beach.
It was getting late and the sun was sinking into the ocean when we decided to pack up. But before we could all pile back into the Explorer, two boys from the local college appeared and offered us invitations to a house party nearby.
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“If we leave by nine, we’ll still be back in town by ten,” Jake reasoned. He was the boy Kyle picked for Chelsey, and he had a hard time believing anyone would turn down an invitation to a party. He didn’t have to argue to convince us though. We all agreed it would be fun to pop in and check things out.
The directions on the photocopied flier the boys handed out took us to a house on the beach about a mile from where we were. It was a big house and a big party. Tasha, Chelsey and I weren’t thrilled to be going in wearing sweats and smelling like the beach. We had our hair pulled back in ponytails and Tasha passed around some eyeliner she had in her purse. But when we got inside there were far too many people, and way too much going on, for us to stand out. Kyle managed to get us all cups of keg beer and we stood huddled together in the corner watching the ebb and flow of partygoers.
My eyes landed on him the moment he entered the room. Of course, so did everyone else’s. He was hot; tall with dark hair and eyes and a tight muscular body packed into a tight t-shirt. But it wasn’t just his looks that caused heads to turn. Two other guys, nowhere near as hot, were following him through the crowd.
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One carried a large video camera with a blinding spotlight attached to it, and the other hoisted a long pole over the crowd with a microphone dangling from the end.
Tight T-shirt Guy moved confidently through the sea of people, slapping high-fives with all the guys and oozing his Alpha-maleness around the girls. The frat boys poked their faces in front of the camera, hollering and whooping, but the girls turned their heads or scurried away when he approached.
There was one girl, however, sitting alone on a couch, sipping beer from a bottle, that didn’t run away. She looked a little nervous when Tight T-shirt Guy plopped down next to her and the camera crew bore down on them, but didn’t seem to mind the attention, possibly because everything about her screamed for attention.
She was extremely sexy in an intensely slutty sort of way. Her hair was bottle-blonde with the tips dyed black, and she wore ridiculously high heels and a ridiculously short skirt. Her huge, fake tits were barely contained in a string bikini top that showed off several tattoos.
From where we stood it looked like Tight T-shirt Guy was interviewing the girl. She looked back and forth from him to the camera, but we couldn’t hear what they were saying. Suddenly, a wicked grin replaced the nervous look on her face and she sat up straight, grabbed the straps of her top, and pulled them down. Her fake tits popped out and the crowd of people roared their approval.
“Oh my God!” gasped Chelsey, standing next to me. As quickly as the girl’s tits appeared, they disappeared… into Tight T-shirt Guy’s mouth. “Oh my God!” repeated Chelsey.
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Jake was next to her cheering with the rest of the crowd. Tasha was blushing and giggling, hiding her face in her date Chris’s shoulder, but all the time stealing peeks back toward the couch.
The camera shifted and so did the crowd, offering us a better view of the action, which was progressing rapidly. The girls skirt was up around her waist and she wasn’t wearing bikini bottoms to match her top. Tight T-shirt Guy had his hand wedged between her thighs and her hand was tugging skillfully at his zipper. The crowd responded to each new development with a cheer, and they cried out as one when the girl finally pulled his cock from his jeans.
“Oh my God!” Chelsey gasped, this time more in awe than shock. “Oh my God!” Tasha joined in. Her hand was over her eyes but her fingers were spread wide so she could peek through. Jake applauded as if he’d just witnessed some spectacular performance at the theater. I didn’t cheer or applaud and I wasn’t hiding my face. I simply stared at the piece of meat now sliding in and out of the girl’s mouth and wet my lips.
“Do you want to go?” I heard Kyle ask from behind me.
“Ya, I think we should go,” said Chelsey uncomfortably, her eyes still focus on the blowjob taking place on the couch.
“Are you kidding,” shouted Jake over the cheering crowd, “When are we ever going to see this again?”
I felt Kyle’s hand on my arm but I didn’t want to answer him.
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The bikini bottoms I was wearing had dried after swimming, but they were dripping wet again beneath my sweats. I watched the girl sucking his gorgeous cock on the couch fifteen feet away from me, and I remembered how I felt standing at the edge of the pool watching two people I didn’t realize were my parents fuck, and how desperately I had wanted to join them and put myself on display in front of a large group of people.
“You guys having fun?”
The voice came from behind us and the appearance of the man was just enough to distract me from Tight T-shirt Guy and his hypnotic cock. The man was short and stocky with a bald head and earrings in both ears. He was well dressed in a black silk shirt, tailored pants, and expensive Italian boots. His goatee was gray and he was twenty, maybe thirty, years older than anyone else at the party. He stretched out manicured fingers decorated in gold rings and shook Kyle’s reluctant hand. Jake answered for the group, telling the man we were having a great time.
“I’m Allen,” the man said, releasing Kyle’s hand and smiling at me, “That’s my film crew there. ” He nodded back toward the couch where the girl had her mouth stuffed with cock and her ass in the air. Tight T-shirt Guy had lost his tight t-shirt, putting his gorgeous body on display, and seemingly from out of nowhere, another girl, a brunette with bigger, faker tits, had appeared and was pushing her face into the girl’s pussy from behind. The crowd cheered.
Allen quickly explained that his production company, Fantasies Unlimited, showed up at parties like this and recorded live shows for websites. “I’m going to need you to sign these releases,” he said, handing each one of us a sheet of paper, “It just says that you’re all at least eighteen and legal to be here, and that your okay if the camera should happen to catch your face in the crowd. ” He produced a pen and Jake quickly scribbled his name on the form.
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“What if we don’t want to sign?” Chelsey said, looking highly uncertain.
“Then I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Marcus said politely but firmly, giving me another smile.
“Here,” Jake said, shoving the pen into Chelsey’s hand. She hesitated, looking around at the rest of us who were all looking back at her. “Alright,” she whined, signing the form and passing the pen to Tasha. I signed last and handed my form to Allen. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but somewhere between his introduction and us signing the forms, he had managed to insert himself between my friends and me.
“So you’re the birthday girl?” he said, staring down at my form where I filled in my date of birth, “Sean told me it was someone’s eighteenth birthday over here. ” He nodded back towards a boy standing by the door with his arms folded across his chest. I recognized Sean from the beach. He gave us the invites to the party and I remembered Tasha mentioning to him that it was my birthday.
“Ya,” I answered, and Allen lifted his eyes from the form and gave my body a long, appraising look.
“Wow!” he said, “Eighteen!” He said the number the way Chelsey said, “Oh my God!” at the sight of Tight T-shirt Guy’s cock. I blushed.
“Ya,” I repeated stupidly, not sure what else to say.
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“Well, I’m glad we could provide you with some entertainment on your birthday,” he said, nodding towards the couch, “You’re getting a real treat with Marcus. ”
“Marcus,” I repeated the name out-loud; it tasted like sweet chocolate on my lips. Allen smiled knowingly. “Yes, women love Marcus,” he said, then leaned a little closer, “All ten inches of him. ”
The crowd cheered and my pulse raced. The blonde girl was still on her knees but with her ass towards Marcus. He was naked and the mysterious brunette was gripping his hard ten-inches and holding the tip against the blonde’s slit. Marcus grabbed hold of the girl’s ass and pulled her back onto his cock. Jake applauded loudly. I stared, wide eyed, my lips parted, my chest rising and falling with quickening breaths.
“Ever wondered what it would be like to fuck a real porn star?” Allen asked boldly, watching me watch Marcus fuck the screaming girl on the couch. “I guarantee you,” he said, “Once you’ve tried it, you’ll never go back to these little college boys. ” Marcus had pulled his cock from the girl’s cunt. It was glistening wet with her cum, and I licked my lips when the brunette took him into her mouth.
“You should think about doing some video work,” Allen said when I failed to respond.
Marcus stuffed his cock back into the blonde and was fucking her hard and fast now. The crowd erupted all around us and I felt the excitement rushing through me. “A girl like you, with that face and that body,” Allen yelled over the cheering, “You could make a lot of money. I’d pay you a grand tonight just to see you give a blowjob on your eighteenth birthday. ”
I turned and looked into his smiling face, with my mouth hanging open and my heart racing. But before I could even think of what to say, I was being pulled towards the door.
I had never seen Kyle pissed off before. It was a little scary. He wanted to hit Allen but Chris and Jake were forcing him out the door ahead of me. We got in the Explorer and Kyle drove with his eyes straight ahead and a death grip on the wheel.
“Oh my God!” Chelsey cried, “I can’t believe that creep asked you to be in a porno!” The others laughed and I joined in, helping them abuse the creep and retelling the surreal experience.
“Did you see how fake those girl’s boobs were?” Tasha exclaimed, “They were gross!”
“I can’t believe those girls would just do that in front of everyone?” Chelsey cried out in wonder.
“I’m pretty sure they were a part of the show,” Chris said, putting air quotes around “The Show. ”
“Really?” Chelsey asked, and suffered a round of abuse for her naivety.
My problem was, I had no problem believing those girls could just do that in front of everyone.
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I was sure I hadn’t responded to Allen’s offer in any way that could have given me away, but like a guilty thief, I worried that Kyle knew what I was thinking.
“We should see if we can get those guys to come to the next party at the house,” Jake called out from the backseat, and Kyle’s jaw finally unclenched. “Shut the fuck up, Muncher!” he shouted back, and everyone one laughed. Kyle spent the rest of the trip entertaining us with the story of Jake’s embarrassing nickname.
“You sure you’re okay?” Kyle asked me. We were sitting in the Explorer in front of his place after dropping the others off. Not only was he not angry with me about what happened at the party, he actually insisted on apologizing for putting me in that situation. I assured him that I was fine and helped him relax with a blowjob. He wanted me to spend the night, but I told him I was too tired and had early classes in the morning. “It’s your birthday, though,” he said, perhaps mistakenly thinking that I thought of sex with him as a gift. I told him we’d have the whole weekend to spend together.
“I thought you were spending the night at Kyle’s,” Tasha said when I burst into our dorm room. “I am,” I lied, “I just want to shower real quick and put on some clean clothes. ” She believed me, and half-an-hour later I was in my car and on the highway.
I had the entire plan worked out in my head about five minutes after we left the party.
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I said goodnight to Tasha, leaving the dorm dressed in my favorite sweats and jersey. I stopped at a rest area about twenty minutes outside of town, crawled into the backseat, and changed my clothes; white, silk blouse and a denim mini-skirt over a black lace bra and panties.
I brought a pair of scissors and cut the waist off the skirt so it sat low on my hips, and then I cut about four inches off the bottom. By the time I was done it looked more like a denim belt than a skirt. The ragged hem tickled the cheeks of my ass and the lacy black thong was clearly visible, even when I was standing. I got rid of my ponytail and let my dark hair brush the tops of my shoulders. I topped it all off with four inch heals and a coat of lipgloss.
I was afraid the altered skirt might not survive me climbing back over the seat, and in the eight seconds it took me to pop out the back door and climb in the front, I was haled by two loud air-horns from competing semi-trucks parked near by.
“I love you!” yelled one man, hanging out his window. “How much?” hollered the other, waving money. I drove away, blowing them both kisses as I passed.
It was almost ten-thirty when I pulled up to the house. I was still a birthday girl, and the party was still going strong.
I sat in my car for a few minutes trying to get my pulse to settle and giving myself one last chance to chicken out. I reached between my thighs.
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The lacey thong was already damp and I knew that my only real fear was that Marcus and the camera crew might be gone.
I made one final adjustment after climbing out of the car and checking my reflection in the window. I pulled off the white blouse and tossed it in the backseat. I walked to the house in my black bra and thong, the tattered skirt hugging my hips and the cool night air kissing my bare skin. I stepped up on the porch and the front door swung open as if they had been expecting me.
“It’s Sara, right?”
It was Sean, the boy who gave us the invite to the party and told Allen it was my birthday. He was still at the front door and his face lit up at the sight of me. “Al was hoping you’d be back,” he said, smiling and looking me up and down, “I like the skirt. ”
“Thanks!” I blushed, trying to sound confident. “Is he around?” I asked, scanning the room for his bald head.
“I’ll go get him,” Sean said, and he disappeared up a flight of stairs.
Sean wasn’t the only one who liked my skirt. Heads were turning, and people who were sitting suddenly stood up. I might have looked like a Belle late for the ball, standing there clutching a little black pocketbook, if it weren’t for the fact that I was dressed like a whore.
The couch where Marcus was fucking the blonde was empty.
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A few people stood around it, perhaps afraid of what they might come in contact with if they sat down. My heart sank at the sight and despite having seen Sean, I worried that I had missed the show.
A loud cheer rose from the back of the house. Eyes followed me to the hallway where I saw a group of people crowded around an open door. The people at the door were unaware of my presence, their focus being on the activity in the room. I peeked over shoulders and saw the same camera guy bobbing around, his camera aimed at the blonde and brunette who were crawling around on a bed with a group of guys. Marcus wasn’t one of them. I scanned the room anxiously hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
The people on the bed were covered in whipped cream that people around the bed were spraying from aerosol cans. The blonde was straddling one cock with two more at her mouth. The brunette was taking it from behind. I guessed that the guys must have been volunteers from the crowd. Marcus, the professional, had looked cool and confident fucking the girl on the couch. These guys looked like they had won the lottery.
“Sara,” Sean said close to my ear.
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He was smart enough not to shout my name out and draw attention to me. Only a few heads turned, but someone shouted, “Oh my fucking God! Did you see the ass on that chick?”
The people who followed me from the living room were standing at the end of the hall. They stepped back to let us through and I felt like some sort of rock star with Sean as my bodyguard.
“It’s the last door on the left,” Sean said, pointing me up the stairs. “Thanks,” I told him and he wished me luck, standing at the bottom of the stairs and staring up my skirt.
At the top of the stairs was a long hall. The door on the right was open and inside there was a naked girl on a bed getting fucked in the mouth and pussy by two guys. Five more guys stood around the bed, naked and stroking their cocks. The guy who had been holding the pole with the microphone earlier was floating around the room with another camera.
“Sara!”
It was Allen. He was standing at the end of the hall, smiling and motioning me to him. When I reached the room he was sitting at a small desk. There were no other chairs, only a laptop, a scanner and a small video camera sitting on a tripod, like the one my parents owned.
“You can close the door,” he said, not looking at me but shuffling around a stack of papers on the desk. I pushed the door shut and my heart did a little dance inside my chest when the latch clicked.
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The party downstairs was reduced to a muffled roar. It reminded me of the sound of the ocean, that night on the boat.
“Come on in,” he said, seeing me waiting by the door. I stepped across the room and stood beside the desk. He finished with the papers then spun around in his chair facing me.
“You came back,” he stated happily.
“Ya,” I answered nervously. He raked his eyes up and down my body, taking in my new outfit.
“Excellent!” he smiled, “I was hoping you would. I’m guessing you left the boyfriend at home this time?”
“Ya,” I blushed, not really wanting to say a whole lot more about that.
“Good,” he said, apparently not wanting to discuss Kyle anymore than I did. “So why did you come back, dressed in this sexy little outfit?” he asked. The question surprised me. Wasn’t it obvious why I was back?
“Um, you said I could maybe do a video?” I said, feeling a bit confused.
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I thought about the cruise but decided against mentioning it and simply told him no. “You sure you’re up for it?” he pressed me.
“Yes,” I answered more confidently. He looked doubtful.
“What kind of scene were you thinking?” he asked.
“I thought… maybe with Marcus,” I said, my pulse racing.
“A blowjob scene?”
“I was thinking… maybe more…” I was sounding less confident and he could hear it in my voice.
“Maybe more?” he repeated.
“Fucking,” I said, the confidence back.
“A boy-girl scene?” he said, “Full intercourse?”
“I prefer fucking, but ya,” I told him and he laughed.
“We can set something up in one of the rooms up here,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Like the young lady down the hall. ” He pointed a pen in the direction of the room where the gangbang was happening. I shook my head, no.
“I’d rather do it downstairs,” I said, “In front of the crowd. ” His eyebrows lifted.
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“You think you’re ready for that?” he asked, he was being cautious, but I could tell he was slightly impressed. I assured him I was up for it.
“Alright then,” he said, checking his watch, “First things first, I hope you brought two forms of ID with you. ” I did. I unsnapped my pocketbook and pulled out my driver’s license and social security card. He took the license and stared at it.
“Sara Jane Taylor,” he read out-loud from the ID, “From Minnesota. ” He looked me up and down again. “Wow! That’s about as wholesome as it gets. ” He scanned the IDs and handed them back to me. Then he tucked the copy into a folder on his desk. He pulled a form from a stack of papers next to the scanner and set it on the desk with a pen.
“Well, Sara Jane Taylor,” he said, enjoying my name, “Why don’t you sit down here and fill out this release form. ” He didn’t offer me the chair. He just patted his lap.
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I knew this part was coming; the whole casting couch thing. I’d be lying if I said I was dreading it.
“Sure,” I said, climbing into his lap. I picked up the pen and he ran one hand up my bare back and the other up my thigh. “You don’t mind if I check you out a bit while your filling out that form, do you, Sara Jane?”
“No,” I said, smiling and opening my legs for him, “Go ahead. ”
“Mmm,” he said, running his hand over the top of my thigh, “That’s a good girl, Sara. That’s just what I like to hear. ” I pulled the form to me.
LAST NAME: TaylorFIRST NAME: SaraMIDDLE: Jane
“I love this little outfit you’re barely wearing, Sara Jane. ” he said, pushing his hand under my skirt, “Did you make this skirt yourself?”
“Uh-huh,” I sighed. He pushed his stubby fingers down over my pussy and I struggled to focus on the form.
STAGE NAME:
“Your little pussy’s already wet,” he said, massaging my cunt through the damp lace, “You are naughty little thing, aren’t you, Sara Jane?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. I’d have to come back to stage name.
HAIR: BrownEYES: Green
“Sara Jane Taylor, from Minnesota,” he said, “Eighteen-years-old today!”
“Yup,” I said, and he pulled his hand from between my legs.
HEIGHT: 5’4”WEIGHT: 115
“Goddamn!” he growled, running his hands over my hips and up my sides, “Look at this tight little eighteen-year-old body.
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Barely legal!”
“Barely legal,” I repeated, giggling and squirming as his fingers tickled my sides.
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“Let’s get rid of his,” he said, and he unsnapped my bra. I put the pen down and pulled it from my shoulders. He reached around and cupped my tits. “All natural, too,” he said, jiggling them in his hands.
“Yup,” I replied, picking up the pen again, “They’re real. ”
“Yes, they are,” he moaned, “You must of driven those Minnesota boys crazy, Sara Jane. ”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, scanning the list in front of me.
ACTIVITIES WILLING TO PERFORM:
SOLO
TOYS
GIRL/GIRL
BOY/GIRL
BOY/BOY/GIRL
“Did you do a lot of fucking back in Minnesota, Sara Jane Taylor?” he asked, running a hand back down under my skirt.
“Not as much as I wanted too,” I told him honestly.
GIRL/GIRL/BOY
GANGBANG
GROUP
ANAL
“Fuck, Little Girl,” he gasped, “This body was made for fucking. You should be getting that porn star cock every day. ”
“I know!” I giggled, wholeheartedly agreeing with him.
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ESCORTING
“Stand up a minute, Sweetie,” he said, lifting me from his lap, “Bend over there. ” I bent forward over the desk.
His silky, manicured fingers slid over my naked ass and hooked under the strings of my thong. “I don’t think you’re going to need these tonight, Sara Jane,” he said and tugged the lacey thong over my ass and down my legs. I stepped out of the panties and tried to sit down again, but he pushed me back over the desk.
“Let’s take a look at that gorgeous ass,” he said. I propped myself up on my elbows and pulled the form forward.
INTERCOURSE (COVERED)
INTERCOURSE (UNCOVERED)
“Oh my God,” he groaned behind me, spreading my ass cheeks and running his fingers over my puckered little anus and pussy lips. “Let’s have a little taste then,” he said, and I gasped and gripped the edge of the desk as he pressed his face between the cheeks of my ass.
BLOWJOB (COVERED)
BBBJ
FACIAL
SWALLOW
“Ungh,” I gasped. His goatee tickled and I wiggled my bottom against his face. The list in front of me seemed to go on and on.
FETISH
ROLEPLAY
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He dug his tongue deeper into my pussy and I just started checking off boxes, not even sure what some of the things were.
“Let’s take a look, then,” he said, pulling his mouth from my pussy and pulling me back onto his lap. I couldn’t help but feel like a little girl sitting on her Daddy’s lap while he looked over her homework.
“What’s your stage name?” he asked, suddenly business-like again.
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. ,” I stalled, trying to get my brain working again, “Um… Rene?”
“Rene,” he said firmly, and scribbled my answer on the form.
“Oh, wait…” I couldn’t use Rene, that was my mother’s name! “Uh, uh…” I stuttered. My brain was frozen.
“Rene is good,” he said impatiently, checking his watch again, and tucking the form into my folder. “Stand up and lets get a few more shots for your file,” he said.
“Shots?” I asked, thinking of needles and vaccines. But he stood up and grabbed the camera from the tripod.
“Just some close ups,” he said and I realized the camera had been running the entire time.
“Oh, okay,” I said, feeling like I needed to catch up. He sat back in the chair and aimed the camera at me.
“Just stand there a second,” he said, turning the laptop on his desk to face him. A chord ran from the camera to the computer where my image was being recorded. “Look at me, Sweetie,” he said, and I turned away from the monitor and looked into the camera lens. “Go ahead and smile,” he told me and I laughed a little and smiled.
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“Good,” he said, “Now show me those gorgeous eighteen-year-old tits, Sweetie. ” I cupped my hands under my tits and squeezed them together. “Good, turn a little. That’s it. Mmm, God! You’ve got a sweet little body, Baby! Go ahead and bend over and show us that ass again. ” I bent over the desk and he slid his chair closer and squeezed my cheeks.
“Fuck, Baby, that may be the firmest, tightest little ass I’ve ever felt, and I’ve squeezed a lot of ass. Can you reach around there, Honey, and spread your cheeks for me? That’s it. Mmm, look at that tight little hole…” He pushed a finger against my little pucker hole and I gasped.
“Have you ever done anal, Sara Jane?” he asked. I shook my head no, looking back over my shoulder at him. “But you want to try to fit some cock in there tonight, Sweetie?” he said.
“Uh…” Did I?
“You checked off anal on the form,” he said, reaching around and pulling the form back out of the file. Sure enough, there was the little box next to anal with a check mark in it. Oh my God! What else did I say yes to?
“If we could get you doing your first video, on your eighteenth birthday, and your first anal tonight,” he said, sounding excited, “I would pay a lot of money for that.
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Money. I hadn’t even thought about getting paid for this. Jesus! Was I really that much of a slut? I must have been, because I was nodding my head to his question about anal.
“Stand up here and show us that pretty little pussy, Sara Jane Taylor. ” I turned around and lifted the hem of my skirt, even though it barely covered my pussy. “Mmm, very nice. Got a little landing strip there,” he said, running his fingers through the soft patch of hair over my pussy. “Nice smooth lips,” he added, stroking a finger along my slit, then pressing it inside. “Mmm, nice and wet,” he smiled, “Looks like your ready?”
I nodded my head eagerly, “I’m ready. ”
“There’s just one more thing,” he said, “Before we go downstairs…” He leaned back in his chair and aimed his camera up at me. “Do you know what that is, Sara Jane?” he asked, looking at my face on the laptop monitor.
“Yes,” I answered, staring directly into the camera. I did know what it was. I knelt down in front of Allen and he opened his legs. I slid my hands up his thick thighs and undid his belt.
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“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” he moaned above me. His cock was short and stubby like the rest of his body and I could fit it easily into my mouth. “Look up here, Sweetie,” he directed and I lifted my eyes up to the camera. “Oh fuck, Sara Jane,” he sighed, “I think your going to do well in this business. ”
He came a lot, but the taste was sweet and it went down easily. He offered me a breath mint, which I happily accepted, then he opened a drawer and carefully lifted a small mirror from inside. There were four long, thin lines of white powder stretched across the surface. He curled up a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and snorted two of the lines, one for each nostril.
“You want a little shot of courage before we go down?” he asked, offering me the straw.
“No, thanks,” I told him. I’d never done coke, never wanted to, and now did not seem like a good time to start.
“Suit yourself,” he said, tucking the mirror and the hundred away. “Let’s go. ”
It was a little past eleven when Allen took me downstairs. He told me to leave my bra and panties and just go down in the skirt and high heels.
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I felt like an absolute Goddess descending the stairs. There weren’t many people in the living room, but the ones who were there lost all interest in whatever they were doing as I arrived.
“You wait here,” Allen said, depositing me on the couch. He disappeared down the hallway towards the room where the girls were covered in whipped cream. The people in the living room just stared at me. Another boy had replaced Sean at the door. He stood with his arms folded across his chest and smiled warmly at me. I smiled back, uncrossing and re-crossing my legs while I waited.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, if you’d all like to follow me to the living room, I have a very special treat for you this evening!” Allen’s voice carried through the house, and my heart raced. There was something like a pregnant silence that followed his announcement, but that silence was quickly filled by the sound of a hundred people moving through the house and converging on the spot where I waited.
“Tell the people your name, Sweetheart,” Allen said, sitting next to me on the couch with his hand on my knee. The living room was packed with people and the camera guy was there too, his bright spotlight directed at me.
“Rene,” I told them. I sat forward on the couch, leaning back on my hands with my back arched and my chest thrown out. I smiled confidently at the faces surrounding me.
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“Today is a special day for you, isn’t it, Rene?”
“It’s my birthday,” I said, and a cheer went up from the crowd.
“And how old are you today?”
“Eighteen,” I said, and the crowd roared even louder.
“Well, happy birthday, Rene,” Allen said once the cheering died down.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“You know,” he said, “I got you a present for your birthday. Would you like to see it?”
“I’d love to see it!”
“How about everybody sings Happy Birthday to Rene, and we bring out her present,” Allen shouted to the crowd. They whooped and hollered.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,” a hundred people bellowed in unison, and the crowd began to part, making way for my present, “Happy Birthday dear Rene, Happy Birthday to you!”
“Oh my God!” I gasped, throwing my hands over my face. Marcus, tall, dark and gorgeous, led the way through the crowd, but he was not alone. Following him was a tall, lean black boy with a shaved head, and behind him was Sean with his mop of surfer-boy blonde hair. I sat up a little straighter and pulled my shoulders back, greeting them with my bare tits.
They lined up shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the couch, each one smiling brightly at me. Their beautiful, naked bodies were just out of arm’s reach and I giggled at their wonderful gifts. Each one had a sock covering his penis. The black boy wore a white sock, Sean wore a black one, and Marcus had a red one.
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They were each tied in place with red, satin bows.
“I wasn’t sure what your favorite flavor was,” Allen called out over the raucous crowd, “Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry…” He was standing now, working the room like a game show host, “So I thought I’d let you choose. ”
He waved his arm toward the boys, presenting me with my options. The crowd went mad and shouted out their favorites, “Chocolate! Vanilla! Strawberry!” Allen let them work themselves into a frenzy while I wiggled on the couch, eyeing the three dangling socks and trying to make up my mind.
“What’s it going to be?” Allen asked after waving his arms and settling the mob. The room went silent and all eyes were on me, waiting anxiously for me decision.
“Can I have all three?” I asked hopefully, beaming up at Allen like a little girl unable to control herself in a candy store. The room drew in a collective breath. “Let’s give the birthday girl what she wants!” Allen yelled, and the crowd erupted.
All three boys stepped forward to meet me, and I sat forward, propping myself on the edge of the couch. I licked my lips and tugged at the red ribbons. They fell away and I pulled each sock off with my teeth. I practically wet myself at the sight of three gorgeous cocks dangling before me. I took Marcus first, mauling his fat prick with my lips and tongue while tugging at the tubes of hot meat on either side of me. The cameraman buzzed around us and the crowd cheered me on.
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I worked on all three cocks, rotating so that my mouth was always full and my hands never empty.
Marcus pushed me back against the couch, and I wanted to protest when my favorite of the three cocks pulled away, but before I could complain, my legs were spread and he was snaking his tongue into my dripping slit.
“Ooooooh!” I gasped around Sean’s cock. He and the black boy climbed up on the couch and shared my mouth. I turned my head from left to right, form light to dark, and gasped and moaned around their hard flesh. Marcus had soft lips and a skilled tongue and he was melting me from the inside out.
“Aaaaagh!” I cried out in ecstasy, releasing Sean’s cock and grabbing a fistful of Marcus’s hair. “Fuck me!” I cried, pulling his head back, “Please! I need you to fuck me!” The camera lens was in my face and the crowd screamed wildly.
Marcus was definitely the leader of the group. When he moved, the other’s adjusted. He took a second to pull my skirt off and toss it into the crowd, but once I was completely naked, he climbed up on the couch, gripped my legs and pulled them over my head. I was suddenly on my back and pushing myself up on my elbows. I wanted to see the cock I abandoned my friends and boyfriend for and drove an hour in the night to fuck. Marcus was kneeling between my spread thighs, running the tip of his cock along my slit. I lifted my hips to meet him.
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“You ready, Birthday Girl?” he smiled, prying my lips apart with the fat head of his cock.
“Yes!” I gasped, gripping the sofa cushions underneath me, my eyes locked on his hard flesh.
“Make a wish!” he said, and sank his dark meat into my pink hole. The crowd roared.
“Aaaaagh!” I cried. If someone had told me I was going to spend my eighteenth birthday getting fucked in front of a crowd of screaming people and a camera crew, I would have said, “Ya, right!” and thought, “I wish!” My wish was coming true, though, and I was already cumming.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed. Marcus was driving his perfect cock deep and hard into my desperate cunt. I arched my back and pushed my pussy up to meet him. He squeezed my tits and bent forward, kissing me and hissing in my ear, “Fuck, you are gorgeous. ” He slid his tongue over my lips and I sucked it into my mouth. “Are you sure this is your birthday and not mine?” he teased, looking into my eyes while he pumped his cock inside me.
“I’ll be your fuck-toy any day of the week,” I breathed into his ear, and he fucked me harder and faster. For a moment, I almost forgot we were in a room full of people, and that I had two more gifts waiting for me. Then Marcus pulled himself from my happy cunt and the black boy took his place.
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Marcus moved to my mouth and I worshipped his cum covered cock with my lips and tongue.
Sean took his turn between my thighs before trading places with Marcus, who flipped me over like a ragdoll and fucked me with my ass in the air. I came again, gripping his hard cock and soaking it with my juices. They rotated again, and I lavished his meat with kisses, relishing my taste on his hot flesh.
Again and again they switched off, each time Marcus posing me in a new position, and each time, all three cocks taking their turns at my pussy and mouth. The camera was there and Allen poked his head in now and then to ask if I was enjoying my birthday presents. I looked into the lens and told him it was my best birthday ever. The crowd cheered.
Then Marcus sat back on the couch and pulled me into his lap. I straddled his hips and sat back, impaling myself on his long pole. He pulled me to him, kissing me deeply and my body melted around his cock.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered in my ear. “Ready for what?” I thought, but before I could ask, I felt his strong hands gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. I looked back over my shoulder. The blonde girl was there with what looked like a bottle of shampoo in her hand.
She tipped it over my ass and squeezed. The shiny, clear gel oozed from the spout and landed on my cheeks, cold and wet. She adjusted her aim and a stream of slick goo coated my asshole.
I grabbed hold of Marcus’s shoulders, my pulse racing and my lungs searching for air. The brunette replaced the blonde. She massaged the gel over my puckered hole with her finger, then pushed it inside. “Oh my God!” I gasped, my body tensing. If that was what a finger felt like, I couldn’t imagine a cock.
“You ever do yoga?” Marcus whispered to me. It seemed like an odd moment for small talk, but I told him, yes, I did. “Good,” he said, his hands kneading and massaging my ass, “Just focus on your breathing and try and relax your muscles. ”
“Okay,” I answered, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I closed my eyes, drew a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “That’s it,” Marcus said, kissing my neck. My body relaxed and the brunette worked more lube into my tight hole.
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“Don’t worry, he added, “Sean has a gentle touch. ”
I looked over my shoulder again and Sean was standing there. The blonde was next to him, squirting copious amounts of lube over his cock and massaging it in with her hand. His smile was warm and reassuring. I drew another breath, exhaled slowly and smiled back.
“Rene, in your eighteen years on this earth, how many cocks have you had in that perfect little ass?” Allen asked, his voice rising above the crowd’s cheering.
“None,” I gasped, “This will be my first. ” The crowd roared, but quickly fell silent when Sean climbed between Marcus’s legs. He lifted one leg and placed his foot on the sofa for leverage. Then I felt his hand on my ass next to Marcus’s and the tip of his cock wedging its way between my cheeks.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. Marcus’s cock felt amazing in my pussy and I tried to focus on that pleasure. “Fuck,” I gasped. Sean was the smallest of the three boys, but he was still a good seven inches. He was slow and gentle, but persistent.
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The lubed head of his cock pressed at my virgin hole. I went back to my yoga classes and tried to remember my breathing and relax my muscles. “That’s it, Baby,” I heard Sean cry out over the crowd. They were shouting their own encouragement, but it was Sean I listened to, and my body opened up for him.
“Oh, fuck ya,” Sean moaned, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my asshole. Marcus was still massaging my cheeks, his mouth was clamped over my tit.
“Yes,” I gasped, my body accepting the penetration. I tried not to think of it as pain. It was more like an extremely intense sensation that my body needed, and desperately wanted, to find pleasure in.
“Look at that!” Allen shouted, “Our little birthday girl takes her first cock like a pro!” The crowd erupted as Sean’s hips kissed my cheeks. The thought that I had two cocks buried inside me was almost enough to make me cum, but I was too scared to move. I clung to Marcus and waited for something to happen.
“Uuuuuung!” I cried when Marcus drew his cock back and thrust it up into my cunt again. I came immediately and my body went limp. “Ung!” I grunted when Sean, pulled his cock back and slid it forward.
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“Aaah!” Marcus pushed in, “Aaaah!” Sean pulled out. “Uuuungh!” In and out, in and out. I narrated their rhythm with my cries of pleasure and pain.
I opened my eyes and saw the screaming people around me, their faces transformed with lust and awe. It was like I was seeing them in a dream, my brain barely capable of registering anything but the two cocks violating my young body. I have no idea how long it lasted. It felt like hours. But when Sean pulled his cock from my ass I nearly cried. It wasn’t from pain or relief. I was just reaching a point where everything felt right.
Sean’s hot cum splashed down over my back and ass, followed by soft lips and a wet tongue. I lifted myself up, pushing my hands into Marcus’s chest, and looked back over my shoulder. The brunette was licking me clean and the blonde was lubing up the black boy.
“Fuuuuuck yes!” I cried out when he slipped inside me. His cock was longer but not as thick.
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It made for a good fit after Sean. This time I rocked my hips back to meet him, but before I could get into a groove, the boys were lifting and spinning me. Suddenly I was on my back with Marcus above me. The black boy reached around and squeezed my tits, his cock throbbing between my ass cheeks.
“Let’s try this,” Marcus smiled down at me. His hips moved back and I thought he was going to pull out, but with only the tip of his cock remaining, he thrust forward again, pushing apart the tight walls of my pussy.
“Aaaaaaaaaagh!” I cried out, arching my back and forcing my ass down onto the black boy’s cock. When Sean was on top with his cock in my virgin ass, the strokes had been short and even. This was a new kind of intensity.
“Yes?” Marcus asked, studying my expression for some sign. I nodded my head vigorously, “Yes!” He gripped the arm of the couch over my head for leverage, and he fucked me.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, trying to breath. The black cock in my ass ground away at my shithole and my body screamed in ecstasy, full to the point of bursting with cock. I suddenly thought of my mother. She had no idea that her little girl was spending her eighteenth birthday getting fucked like a whore, but if she could hear me she would have recognized my voice.
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I sounded just like her. I wondered if this kind of pleasure was genetic. I saw in my head, the men at the side of the pool waiting in line to fuck my Mom. Did she take any of their cocks in her ass? Had she experienced this intense sensation? And had she somehow passed onto me this ability my body had to turn pain into pleasure?
“Aaaaaargh!” The black boy was cumming deep inside my ass. I could feel the strange sensation of hot cum filling my bowls. He squeezed my tits and I squeezed my muscles around his cock.
“Yes!” Marcus gasped, and in one fluid motion, he slid his cock from my cunt, lifted himself up and grabbed the back of my head. His cock burst inside my mouth; a thick, hot geyser of cum gushing out over my tongue and scalding the back of my throat. I clamped my lips down over his thick shaft and sucked and swallowed.
The black boy slid from my ass and I pushed Marcus back onto the couch, still milking his cock with my mouth. Everyone was cheering and clapping. Marcus lifted my mouth from his dick and kissed me. His hand slipped down my back and over my ass. He pushed a finger into my oozing asshole.
“It’s times like these that it sucks being the biggest guy in the room,” he said, nodding at his cock.
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I looked at the throbbing beast, gripped tight in my tiny fist.
“You want to fuck my ass?” I asked him, looking into those gorgeous dark eyes. He laughed. “I’d love to fuck your ass,” he said, wiggling his finger in my slick hole, “I just think I’d be a little too much for you to handle. ” I looked back down at his cock. It was big, and looked even bigger in my tiny hand, but it was still hard and my tired, aching body still had some fire burning inside.
“Let’s find out,” I told him. He raised his eyebrows. “You sure?” he asked. I didn’t answer. I just flipped around onto my knees, gripped the arm of the couch and wiggled my ass at him. “Come and get it,” I smiled.
“Hang on a moment,” Allen shouted across the room, “I think the birthday girl has one last wish!” People who had been drifting away after my climax returned. The blonde girl massaged lube into Marcus’s cock, and a girl nearby in the crowd shook her head in disbelief.
“Ready?” he asked, stroking the length of his cock up between my cheeks.
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Chills ran through my body and I inhaled deeply then exhaled. I rested my elbows on the arm of the couch, my head hanging over the side and my back arching severely. “Fuck me,” I said, “Fuck my ass. ”
It was like starting all over again, like Sean and the black boy had never been there. I gasped for breath and struggled to stay relaxed. Marcus took his time, but this was not going to be easy. “You want to stop?” he asked as I fought back tears. “No,” I cried, don’t stop.
I measured his progress by the reaction of the crowd. Their cheers had turned to cries of disbelief and awe. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, trying to add more pleasure to the mix.
“I’m in, Baby,” Marcus gasped, “Fuck, that’s tight. ” People cheered and people shook their heads. “Just go slow,” I pleaded, breathing fast but feeling a rush of adrenaline that I’d done it. He worked his cock slowly, in and out.
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He was moving barely an inch either way but the effort was more than noticeable.
“Good?” he asked from behind me, massaging my ass. I nodded my head. “Ya,” I said breathlessly, then, “More. ” Someone was squirting more lube into the tight crack where we were joined, and his cock slid further and faster. “Oh my God!” I cried, gripping the arm of the couch. My body was trembling and it felt like fire was coursing through my veins, but I was smiling and welcoming the intense sensation. “Yes,” I cried, rocking my ass back to meet him, “Yes!”
The crowd’s excitement grew with mine, and suddenly there were lips at my ear and I recognized Allen’s voice. I nodded, barely hearing his words, but understanding his request.
“Gentlemen!” he shouted over the crowd, “Who would like to wish Rene a Happy Birthday? Step on up!”
They lined up at the end of the couch with their cocks out, and I took the first boy in my mouth. He didn’t last long, dowsing my tits with his jam, wishing me a Happy Birthday, then stepping aside. The next boy stepped forward, “Happy Birthday, Rene!”
It was nearly one a. m. when Marcus filled my ass with cum and the party broke up. There was a shower upstairs and I stood under the hot water and washed the jizz from my exhausted body.
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I’d lost track of how many cocks I sucked or how many boys came in my mouth or on my tits. I had cum so many times myself that I felt light-headed.
I climbed from the shower, slightly worried about how I was going to get home. I had an hour-long drive ahead of me, and even though the anal had been intensely amazing, my ass was now aching and the thought of my cold, vinyl car seat was not inviting. I could have easily curled up on the cum stained couch downstairs and gone to sleep, except that I didn’t even know whose house I was in.
“You were fantastic,” Allen told me watching me dry myself with a towel. The shower was in his little office, and for some reason, I suddenly felt self-conscious being naked in front of him. The blonde girl had found my skirt downstairs and brought it up for me. I struggled trying to get it up over my hips. Allen turned his attention to writing out my check.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me the check and his business card, “I’ll give you a call tomorrow. I’m gonna have a ton of work for you. ” I took the check, only vaguely noting the three thousand dollar amount or what he was saying about some event coming up. I just wanted to get my underwear and pocketbook and go, and I figured now was not a good time to tell him that this was just a one time thing.
“You sure you don’t want a little pick me up before you go?” Allen asked, and he caught my attention with the little mirror on his desk lined with coke.
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No was at the tip of my lips, but it stayed there. It was almost two in the morning and I still had to drive eighty miles. I was exhausted and my ass was sore.
“What does it do to you?” I asked, forgetting about my bra and panties.
“It’s like a shot of adrenaline,” he said, bending down and sucking a line up his nose, “Aah! Sharpens the senses. ”
I took the hundred from him and bent over the mirror. His hand was on my ass but I didn’t care when the powder hit my brain. The affect was instantaneous. My eyes popped open and my heart went thump, thump, thump. The pain in my ass receded and his soft, manicured hand felt wonderful against my bare skin.
“Good?” he asked, unzipping his pants. I nodded yes and bent over the mirror, sucking a line into my other nostril. He pushed his cock into my pussy and I stretched out across the desk and let him fuck me.
Twenty minutes later, I was zipping down the highway. My head was buzzing and felt like it was floating about ten feet above my shoulders.
When the red and blue lights flashed behind me, my speedometer read 92 mph.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I cried, watching the cop approach in my side mirror. Not only was I shaking from the coke, but I was still dressed in my skirt and bra. I meant to change into my sweats when I first got back into the car, but the coke had really kicked in and I was just go, go, go.
“It’s your birthday?” the cop asked. He moved his flashlight from my license, to my face, then down my half-naked body. He was probably around forty with a close-cropped haircut and big thick forearms.
“Yesterday was,” I answered, since it was nearly three in the morning.
“You been celebrating?” he asked, sounding very officious while the light from his flashlight hovered in my lap. I wasn’t able to find my panties, and I knew if I looked down I’d be staring at my naked pussy. The skirt didn’t come close to covering me.
“A little,” I answered meekly, trying to smile.
“Are you under the influence of alcohol, or any other substances?” he asked the light now on my tits. Panic flooded my brain.
“My friends and I went to the beach for my birthday and we ran into these guys who invited us to a party and we went but they were shooting a porno there and this guy asked if I wanted to be in the porno and my boyfriend got pissed and we left and drove back home but then I drove back to the party and they made this video and I, like, fucked these three guys and I did anal for the first time and this one guy had this huge dick and my ass really hurts and I was so tired but I still had to drive home and so that’s why I was speeding and why I’m dressed like a slut and I’m so sorry, if you could just let me go, I swear I won’t speed anymore.
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He stood there for a moment, his light shining in my face and his jaw hanging open. The next moment, he was fucking me in the back of his police cruiser.
“Keep it under seventy,” he told me, handing me my license back and sending me on my way twenty minutes later. The coke was still buzzing through my brain and I was laughing. Getting fucked in the back of a police car to get out of some serious trouble gave me kind of a slutty rush.
That rush got me all the way to the rest stop where I had stopped to change into my skirt. I pulled in, determined to finally get out of the skirt and back into my sweats, when I noticed the little hotel across the street. The sight of the neon vacancy sign was like the siren’s call, and the concern about missing my morning classes was giving way to the desire for a warm comfortable bed and about twelve hours of sleep. I also realized, for the first time, that I really had nowhere to go once I got back to school. Kyle thought I went back to my dorm, and my roommate, Tasha, thought I was staying with Kyle.
The only problem with the hotel was that I had no money. I had a check for three thousand dollars, but no cash. I did have my debit card, but my parent’s were paying my expenses, and I didn’t know how I was going to explain a charge for a hotel room at three in the morning.
I climbed out of the car and pulled open the door to the backseat. I was trying to work the problem out in my fuzzy head, not thinking about the fact that my naked ass was sticking out behind me while I was bent over, digging through my bag for my sweats.
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“Is that for sale?” asked a voice from behind me. I spun around and found a man staring down at me from the cab of a semi-truck. He looked to be around fifty and wore a baseball cap over his balding head. When my initial shock passed, I felt the heat of that slutty rush again. In the past few hours, I had made my first porn flick, taken my first cock in the ass, and fucked a cop to keep out of jail; why not add prostitution to the list?
“Maybe…” I said leaning back against the car and slightly lifting the front of my skirt.
“How much for a blowjob?” he asked, looking excited.
“Um, eighty dollars,” I said, trying to guess what a room at the hotel would cost.
“What if I wanna fuck you?” he said boldly.
“Three hundred,” I answered, somewhat randomly, halfway hoping he didn’t have it. He wasn’t hideous or anything, but he wasn’t as cute as the cop or as stylish as Allen.
“I’ve got a hundred,” he said, pulling a bill from his pocket. He opened his door and I climbed up into the cab with him. I let him lick and finger my pussy then sucked him “bare back” as he called it. He came all over my tits and I let him take a phone pic of his artwork with my face cropped out.
I pulled my bra back on and watched him send my cum covered tits out in a text.
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His phone started ringing almost immediately and when I climbed out of the cab he rolled down his window. “I got a buddy of mine pulling in here any minute,” he said, holding out the phone as if to offer the text as proof, “He’d love to take a turn. ”
I was sure the hundred would be enough to get a room, but I was still riding that slutty rush and the last remnants of the coke were working their way through my brain. His fingers and tongue had also stirred the pot and it felt odd walking away with cash instead of an orgasm.
“Okay,” I said, and he hammered away at the buttons on his phone. The truck pulled in just a few minutes later and I tucked another hundred away, this time holding my cum coated tongue out for his camera. The pic was close, only my lips and tongue were visible, but it was still a sexy sight.
Three more trucks pulled in by the time I climbed down from his cab. They had all received the text and I sucked the first two off and let them take pics of my cum stained body to share with their friends. The last truck was a father and son driving team. The son was in his late-twenties, thin and wiry. The Dad was a grayer, rougher, fifty-year-old version of the son. They gave me a hundred each to climb up into their roomy sleeper cab with them.
We had agreed on oral sex, but once I was inside the cozy sleeping compartment, I quickly changed the.
