Splitting Hairs
(M+/FFf, size, blackmail)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

There were two young women in the store when Marty Slocum entered. He found them both attractive. He had been planning to stay in the small town but a few days, but he had already changed his mind. He had already seen a number of attractive women.

"Who is that?" Melissa Haig asked.

Carli Johnson tried not to look interested in the man who had just walked in. It was all right for Melissa to act so crazy. Everyone in town, even her husband, knew that Melissa was a big flirt. But Carli had only been married a few weeks and it wouldn't do for people to notice her being interested in other men. Still, it was hard to keep her eyes from straying to the handsome features of the stranger.

"I don't know," Carli said sharply. "And you shouldn't be looking."

"Bull," Melissa said. "It's all right to look. I bet Jeremy does a lot of looking when he's not around you."

"I doubt it," Carli said.

Melissa pouted. The pretty little blonde didn't look as if she believed Carli about Jeremy not looking at other women, but then Melissa didn't know what a prude Jeremy was. He would seldom look at her completely naked and Carli knew she had a good body.

"Damn," Carli said softly.

She had been picking a can off the shelf and it slipped out of her fingers. Melissa bent to pick it up and Carli was glad. Carli didn't want her friend to see the pained expression that crossed her face. She didn't know for sure but she believed that Dirk and Melissa's relationship was the perfect one. Melissa seemed so free about sex talk and sometimes made crude remarks about men and their abilities. Carli wondered what kind of crude remarks Melissa would make if she knew the truth about Jeremy.

"That does it," Melissa said. "Are you about ready?"

Carli had not finished half her shopping but suddenly she was in a hurry to be out of the store. Twice she had caught the stranger looking at her with obvious interest.
The two girls paid their bills and left the store. They packed the groceries in the back of Carli's station wagon.

"Just a second," Melissa said. "I forgot something. I'll be right back."

Carli gave her friend a suspicious look, but Melissa was already going back into the store. Melissa's heart was pounding as she walked back into the store again. She didn't really know why she felt she had to get to see the man again, but she knew she had to. She knew it could never amount to anything serious. She flirted with other men but she had never carried it any farther than that. This was going to be another flirting episode and she just didn't want Carli around spoiling her fun. She found the man on the second aisle looking at some canned peaches. He smiled when he saw her.

"Maybe you can help me," he said. "I really don't know anything about peaches."

"That's a good brand," Melissa said.

Melissa couldn't think of anything else to say. She suddenly had a feeling that this was not the kind of man a girl could flirt with. He was the type who took things seriously.

"I have to be going," she said.

She started past him and he grabbed her arm. He didn't grasp her tightly but she couldn't seem to pull away.

"Where's your friend?" he asked.

"Carli?" she said. "She's waiting."

"Why don't you tell her that you have something important to do?"

"I don't know what you mean," Melissa said.

"Yes you do," he insisted.

And she did know what he meant. Never before had anything happened so fast with her. It had taken her a long time to get really in tune with Dirk and even then her sex life wasn't skyrockets. She somehow knew this man could make skyrockets.

"I couldn't do that," she said.

"I have a room in the hotel across the street," he said slowly. "It's the only one in town. I'm sure you know where room number five is."

"You're crazy," Melissa said.

The pretty blonde jerked her arm away and hurried away from him. Marty Slocum watched her jiggling asscheeks disappear with a soft smile on his face. He had felt her strong attraction to him. He knew she would come to him eventually. It was a shame that it wasn't the other girl, though, the brunette. That girl was a fantastic looking piece with that long hair down to her fine ass and those big luscious breasts. And that mouth. Marty was sure that that inviting mouth could chomp on his prick all day long. Marty sighed. Well, she could wait. There were other girls. Like the cute little blonde. She looked more like a high school cheerleader than a married woman. But her body seemed nice and he knew she'd be a good fuck. Marty took the can of peaches to the cash register and paid the man for them. He walked out into the bright sunlight and he noticed that the station wagon was gone. So the two young women had left. He wondered how soon it would be before the blonde would return. He started setting up his camera equipment as soon as he got back to his room. He had three small movie cameras and a tape recorder hidden around the room before he heard the timid knock on his door. He smiled. She was coming back quicker than he had thought she would. He was not surprised to find the cute little blonde standing outside his door.

"I don't know why I came," Melissa said. "I thought we could talk."

Melissa brushed past him and looked for a place to sit down. She chose the chair farthest from the bed. Yet, she couldn't help giving the bed nervous glances.

"Are you from around here?" she asked.

"No," he said. "You seem nervous. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes," she said.

He mixed two bourbons and brought hers to her. She took the glass with trembling fingers. She took a sip. He had not moved away. Then she felt his hand touching her just below her knee. She was wearing stockings but the flimsy things couldn't hide the heat of his hand.

"Please," she said. "I shouldn't have come here. I've never come to a man's room before. I had to lie to my friend. I don't lie. I...."

He moved his hand to the inside of her leg just at the end of her skirt. She looked down at his hand petrified, as if it were some kind of insect on her. He bent down and kissed her very softly on her lips. She felt his tongue brush her teeth but she wouldn't open up. She tried to make her body stiff but she couldn't control the shivers permeating her body.

"You shouldn't do that," she said.

"You came here for me to do this," he said.

She looked into his face and she knew his words were true. She had come here for this. She asked herself why. Dirk made her happy. He satisfied her. Then why did she have this big attraction to this man.

"I have to go," she said.

He kissed her again but this time it was a rough, demanding kiss and she had to open her mouth to him. She moaned softly when she felt his tongue slipping into her mouth and going into her throat. His hand caressed her knees and thighs but he still hadn't gone up under her skirt. He let her go and stood back from her. He finished his drink off in two hard gulps. She found her eyes drawn to his crotch where she saw the huge bulge forming there.

"You have pretty legs," he said. "I wonder if the rest of you is as pretty."

Her mouth was dry. She looked down at herself and saw that her short skirt had ridden up high on her thighs. Dirk liked garter belts and she had worn her pretty yellow one for him. She saw that it was partly visible.

"Nice," Marty said. "Nice touch."

She kept telling herself that she was a good wife, that she could get up and leave before things got started. She had done nothing wrong yet. Only a kiss. She could leave. She knew she wouldn't as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he said.

She stood up and walked to him. He tugged her down into his lap and she felt his hard bulge pressing against her asscheeks. He kissed her throat softly, and then ran his tongue over her cheek and to her mouth. This time his lips were hungry and his tongue fondled her tongue roughly. She was breathing rapidly when he released her. Once more she looked down at herself and saw the edges of her yellow panties. And his hand slowly crept up under her skirt and touched her pussy.

"Oh no," she said. "You shouldn't do that. I shouldn't let you."

She put her hand on his arm but she. didn't have the strength to pull him away. His fingers touched her cunt and felt her wet panties.

"You hot little momma," he said. "You're already cumming. You sweet thing."

He pulled her back onto the bed on top of him. He bruised her mouth with hard kisses while his hands went underneath her skirt to cup her asscheeks.

"Oh God," she said softly.

He pushed her over onto her back and his weight came down on top of her. His hands went to the buttons of her blouse. She put her hand out to stop him once more. It was too late. He peeled her blouse back to reveal her tits concealed in a yellow bra.

"Stop," she pleaded.

"You don't want me to stop," he said. "You want me to fuck you. You have nice tits. Very nice tits."

He lifted her back and easily unsnapped her bra. He pulled it off her and she felt the air against her naked flesh. He cupped one tit in his hand and began to softly massage it.

"Nice," he kept whispering. "Really nice."

He bent his head and his tongue flicked at her nipple. She felt it begin to ache with excitement. His hot mouth closed over it gently. She tried to tug at his head but her fingers just simply ended up running through his curly dark hair while soft, guttural moans escaped her throat. He opened his mouth wider and more of her creamy flesh was drawn into his hot mouth. He used his tongue and lips on her skin until she could hardly stand it.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Stop. Please stop."

She was not saying it loud enough or forcefully enough to matter. His lips and tongue caressed her breasts until they were both swollen with lust. Her skirt was up above her waist and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her thigh. She knew it wouldn't be long before he took his cock out. She was right about that. He took her hand and pressed it against his stiff bulge.

"Like that, baby?" he said. "I bet it's going to be the biggest one
you've ever felt."

She couldn't remember ever having been so hot. Even Dirk, with his good love making techniques, could not make her feel so hot and shivery. He pressed her hand harder against him and she felt his cock jump through his trousers. She hardly knew what she was doing as she reached for his zipper. Slowly she tugged it down and then reached inside for his cock. She found his hot cock bunched in his shorts and her small fingers laced around the stem.

"Pull it out, baby," he insisted. "Pull it out."

She swallowed nervously as she tugged his immense rod out through the opening of his trousers. Again she felt the stiff prick jump excitedly in her hot fingers. She could suddenly feel her panties get even wetter, and her fingers were getting sticky as she moved them up and down on his cock.

"Fine," he gasped. "Baby, you've got a fine hand."

He rolled away from her and made her remove her hand. She wondered what he was doing but she didn't have to wait long to find out. He stripped out of his clothes quickly to reveal a hard, masculine body. She let her gaze fall to his massive balls and she shivered again.

"Take your panties off, baby," he said. "I'm so hot I can hardly stand it."

"Please," she said. "I can't go through with this. I can't do it."

She kept saying the things she knew she should say but she was taking her panties off at the same time. She slid them down her legs and kicked them off. He licked his lips as he stared at her cunt.

"Hairy," he said. "I like a furry pussy. Spread your legs wide, baby. I'm ready to give you a sweet fucking."

Dirk had never talked to her that way but somehow she found that the words excited her even more. A sweet fucking was what she wanted. She found herself spreading apart her legs and allowing him to look into the pink lips of her pussy.

"You've got a fine looking cunt," he said as he leaned across her. She felt two of his fingers massaging her juicy cunt. She moaned as she felt one of his fingers slipping up inside her.

"I'm ready, baby," he said. "I'm ready to give you a good fucking."

"Yes," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He got between her legs and she felt the hard head of his cock pressed against her pussy. She screamed as he shoved his huge prick partly into her.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me! Please give it to me good!"

She knew she was loud and somebody might hear but at the moment she didn't give a damn who heard. She wanted to be fucked and fucked good. He slammed his cock all the way into her and she breathed a sigh of relief. He felt so good inside her. So good. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back.

"Give it to me, baby," she moaned. "Give it to me!"

He began to fuck her in quick, hard strokes. He was playing with her ass as he fucked her and she was loving it. She wanted to be abused and treated roughly. That was what she'd always wanted and he was giving it to her. Her breath was coming in loud gasps as she realized she was coming. It had never been like this. She saw the skyrockets that she'd known he'd make her see.

"God," she moaned. "Oh fuck. It feels too good. Too good. I love it. Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus! Oh fuck, I LOVE IT!"

Her orgasm shook her body as she'd never been shaken before.

"Oh," she moaned. "It's never been like this. Never."

But his cock was still in her and still hard. He slowly pulled his cock from her and placed it against her, stomach.

"Turn over," he said. "Get up on your hands and knees."

"But what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Just do it," he demanded.

She turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Once more he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. He leaned across her and grabbed her breasts as he savagely pounded his cock into her cunt.

"Fuck me!" he cried. "it feels so fucking fine! I love it! I fucking love it! OH JESUSSSSS!"

She felt him explode into her with his hot cum.

Melissa was shocked. She could feel the man's eyes on her as she turned over the glossy photographs.

"I can't believe it," she said. "You took pictures. Why did you do that?"

Marty Slocum smiled. He knew he had this pretty little blonde exactly where he wanted her. It was time for him to take off his nice-guy mask.

"Why do you think, bitch?" he said coldly.

Melissa had never been talked to that way. She looked up in surprise. She had been sorry and ashamed of what had happened between her and the stranger. Afterwards, for two weeks, she had been as nice as she could possibly be to her husband. She was determined never to be unfaithful again. And then Marty Slocum had phoned her. She looked down once more at the pictures. There was no doubt it was her. Her long blonde hair was tangled and her mouth was open in heat. She looked depraved.

"Oh my God," she said softly. "I don't understand. I really don't understand."

"It's simple," he said. "You took a little pleasure. Now you're going to have to pay for it."

"Blackmail," she said. "You want money?"

"Not money," he said. "I just want you to go to work for me. For six months. Then I'll give you the pictures and I'll move on to another town. It's safer that way. Just six months."

"Oh my God," she said again. "I'll pay you money. I'll do that. But I couldn't do that."

"You will," he said.

She didn't like the slow smile that came over his face. She tugged her skirt down and got off the bed. She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. At that moment she didn't believe him. She couldn't believe that he would ever part with those pictures.

"Don't go out the door," he warned. "Or you'll find your pictures going on sale in every bar in the country."

Then she knew he meant what he said. He was not bluffing. She knew what going to work for him meant, but she couldn't allow those pictures to be distributed. She turned around to face him once more.

"You win," she said. "Six months. That's all."

"I knew you'd understand," he said. "Now strip it off, bitch. We're going to have a little lesson to seal the bargain."'

Before she had enjoyed the sex with him. She couldn't deny that. But now something else was happening to her. He was treating her like a common whore and it was both exciting and frightening. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Her bra was next. She shivered as she felt his hot eyes caressing her full tits.

"This time," he said, "you're going to pleasure me. Don't even think about yourself You only want to pleasure me."

She nodded her head as she pulled off her skirt. This time she wore no stockings.

"Leave your panties on," he said. "For a little while."

Again she nodded as she kicked off her shoes. He lay down on the bed without undressing. She went back to the bed and sat down beside him.

"Have you ever sucked a man off?" he asked.

She never had. She had kissed her husband there a few times but he had never wanted her to go farther than that. Now she felt a growing heat between her legs as she faced the task of sucking this man off.

"Do it," he said. "Take my cock out. Take it out and suck it, bitch. I want to give you a hot mouthful of cum. I want you to taste my cum! Do it!"

She reached for him, felt the hard bulge already forming in his trousers. Her fingers trembled nervously as she unzipped him. He was wearing no shorts. She reached inside his trousers and tugged his large rod out through the opening. She stared at it for a few moments and she wondered how it would taste. He put one hand on her shoulder and pulled at her.

"Now take it in your mouth," he said. "I'm ready to drown you in my cum."

Her lips touched lightly against the meaty texture of his rod. She had never done it before but she knew what he wanted. She had heard enough ugly stories about it. She opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to run up and down his trembling cock. He pushed on the back of her head and her lips went down to his balls.

"Take my balls in your mouth," he suggested. "Take them and suck them gently."

It was odd but she wanted to please him. It wasn't anything like the way she felt with her husband. It was good with her husband. She never felt as if she were being used. He was tender and kind and he made her happy. This man was using her and she was getting hotter than she'd ever gotten.

"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Suck my balls."

She held each of his tender balls gingerly in her mouth. She could feel the tension as she touched him with her tongue. She could also feel how heavy he was and she knew that those balls would soon be sending a load of cum into her mouth. The thought made her even more excited.

"Now my cock, bitch," he moaned. "Swallow me up."

She ran her tongue back up his cock and closed her mouth over the immense head. She used her tongue and lips on the crown for a few seconds, but she then felt the pressure on the back of her head. He wanted her to take all of this rod into her mouth. She tried to relax as she felt his stiff cock going past the roof of her mouth. Then his immense crown was driving into her throat. She choked and tried to draw him out but he held her tightly.

"Just relax, bitch," he said. "Just relax your throat."

Tears were burning at her eyes. She felt as if she couldn't breath. Slowly he released her and allowed her, to gasp for breath. But then his huge tool was once more driving into her throat. She willed herself to relax and she found herself able to move her mouth up and down his rod the way he wanted. He sighed and some of the pressure on her head was relieved.

"That's nice," he moaned. "That's nice. Keep that up and I'll give you a hot load. Keep it up, Melissa."

She was doing her best. She could see herself in the mirror by the bed, her long hair tangled, her red lips covering his cock.

"Faster, baby," he moaned. "Faster."

She could feel his cock expanding in her throat and she knew he was getting ready to cum. She had never tasted a man's cum and she was a little nervous but she knew he'd never allow her to move her head. Then she tasted a little of his sweet cum striking her throat.

"I'm ready, baby," he moaned. "I'm ready. Here it comes. Taste it,
bitch! Swallow it! SWALLOW IT!"

A thick glob of cum erupted in her throat and she swallowed it down. Then another. Some of it escaped the corners of her mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by the hair. She felt him rubbing some of his cum into her hair.

"Ahhhh shit," he said softly. "That was fine. Really fine."

He allowed her to fall back on the bed. He stood up and walked over to where he had his bottle. He fixed himself a drink and finished it off in a few sips. He looked back at her.

"Now the panties," he said.

She was ready. She still tasted his strong male flavor as she slipped her flimsy panties down her legs.

"Open your legs," he said. "Wide. And play with yourself."

She was being degraded. She knew what he was doing, but she couldn't control the heat of her body. There was something about this man that drove her crazy. She kept telling herself that she had to do what she was doing because of his pictures of her. But inside she knew she would have done these things anyway. At his command. She opened her legs and felt him looking directly into her wet cunt. She put two fingers against her thigh. She was hesitant to move them up any farther.

"Damn it!" he roared. "Play with yourself!"

She ran her fingers up her thigh into her blonde bush. She shivered as she felt her fingers playing with her already juicy pussy lips.

"You're a hot bitch," he said.

He began to undress. She continued to play with her cunt while she watched him strip naked. His strong, muscular body was revealed to her hungry eyes.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

She let her eyes fall to where his cock was already sticking up hard and angry looking. She licked her dry lips.

"Yes," she said. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

He came to the bed quickly and dropped down on top of her. She felt smothered with his weight but it was a nice feeling. She parted her legs farther and felt his deep entry.

"Ahhhh," she moaned.

"Hot bitch," he said. "You were ready for that. Sucking cocks must really get you off."

"Yes," she moaned. "It does. It got me off. Oh God, you feel so good."

She ran her fingers down his back as he slowly started moving in and out of her cunt. She bit him on the shoulder but he didn't seem to mind.

"God, I love it!" she cried. "I love it! I really love it! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, already! ALREADY!"

She screamed and bit him again as she felt the delicious feelings rock her body. She kept trembling as her body slowly relaxed. But his cock was still hard inside her and she could feel the heat growing again.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "It's never been like that. It's never been this way. Oh Jesus!"

The slap of his balls was loud as he continued to fuck her. She wanted him deeper and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his driving asscheeks. She felt his cock slip in even deeper and she moaned in pleasure. One of his hands cupped her tit and rubbed across her hard nipple. It was too much to bear. She gave a soft sigh as she felt the pleasure start to bubble up in her.

"I'm going to cum," she said softly. "I'm going to cum again. AGAIN! AGAIN!"

At the same moment she felt his hot cum pouring into her. She locked her legs tighter as she kept grinding herself against him, trying to draw every inch of his cock into her juicy cunt.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, that was fine!"


Carli lit the second candle and stood back to admire her work. She had fixed a fantastic supper for Jeremy, complete with wine and candlelight. She had spent most of the afternoon fixing herself up. She could see her reflection in the dining room mirror and she was pleased by what she saw. She had bought a new dress that morning. It was tight and low cut to reveal the tops of her huge, firm tits. She wore no bra and the outline of her panties could be seen. Her long dark hair was shimmering as it hung to her shoulders. She was wearing a lipstick that made her naturally full lips look even more kissable. She knew a dress like that was attention-getting. She remembered the salesgirl's comment about it: "A dress like that would make him cum in his pants," the salesgirl had said. Carli had not liked the vulgar comment but she had taken the dress anyway. The truth was that she wanted something like that to happen to Jeremy. He had been so caught up in his work that he seldom came near her.

"I hope he does get turned on," Carli said to herself.

She heard the car in the driveway and she hurried to the door. She was disappointed when he opened the door.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Don't tell me we're going out somewhere. I'm too tired to move."

"No," she said, trying to sound sympathetic. "I thought we'd have a nice little dinner at home."

"Good," he said. "I don't feel like I could move out of this house. And I'm starving. Are you ready to eat?"

"I thought you might want to get cleaned up," she said.

For the first time he seemed to notice how beautiful she looked and he got a little red.

"Maybe a shower would make me feet better," he said. "I'll only be a while."

She was again disappointed when he came back downstairs. He had showered but he hadn't shaved and he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"I feel much better," he said, scratching his chest. "Now what's for supper? I feel like I could eat a horse."

He did eat like a horse and he drank half the bottle of wine but he still said nothing about the candlelight and about the way she looked. After supper, he went into the living room to watch television. She sat down beside him and crossed her legs. She pulled at her short skirt so that he'd be sure to see her firm legs and part of her inner thighs. For the first time he seemed to get interested in her body.

"Do we have to watch that?" she asked.

"What'd you have in mind, baby?" he asked.

She hated it when he started putting on his sex stud act. His voice would get deeper and he'd start acting like he was God's gift to a horny woman. She sometimes wondered why she married him, but she half knew it was only because he was a rich and educated businessman. Men like that were hard to find. Besides, tonight she didn't care what kind of act he put on as long as he satisfied her.

"Why don't I turn that off?" she asked.

"Go ahead," he said.

She gave him a good view of her jiggling ass as she bent to turn the television off. He was already getting aroused by the time she sat down on the couch. His breathing was rapid and she could see the bulge in his shorts. She only hoped that tonight he could make himself last long enough to satisfy the itch in her cunt. He already had his hand on her knee, softly squeezing. She kissed his lips and let her fiery tongue slip into his mouth. He groaned as their tongues touched. His hand went farther up her thighs, caressing her hot flesh. What she needed was for him to throw her down and fuck her roughly. She didn't tell him that. She knew his prudish mind would be shocked. But that was what she wanted. He pushed her back on the couch until he was leaning on top of her. She felt one of her breasts became loose and press warmly against his t-shirt. His chest started heaving in excitement.

"You feel so good, honey," he said gently. "You feel so good."

He bent his head and took her rosy tit into his mouth. She wanted him to bite her roughly, but again she was reluctant to tell him what she wanted. Instead his lips worked at her gently and frustrated her even more.

"Oh God," she moaned.

He thought she was getting turned on by it and he lifted up so that he could pull her dress down below her large breasts. Once again his mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking softly. She arched her back, trying to press more of her hot flesh into his mouth. He immediately released her. Her breasts ached to be really kissed and again she was tempted to tell him, but again she held back. She knew his prudish nature would be shocked by her coming on too strong. But God, how she needed a real man to bruise her and maul her and make her really feel satisfied with his love making. His hand slipped up between her legs and he began to rub her cunt through her flimsy panties. He discovered that she was already wet with her juices. He seemed to hesitate a little and she was afraid he was going to draw his hand away. She quickly closed her thighs against his probing fingers.

"Oh God, Jeremy," she moaned. "I love you. I need you. I really need you."

Jeremy might not have understood this new hunger of his wife. He had always thought wives were supposed to behave like good, decent women. Only whores were supposed to have those kind of hungers. Still, he was too carried away to think about it. He reached down and unzipped himself. His cock was hard and straining to be free. He popped out of his shorts almost immediately. He was proud of his cock. Proud that it was big and proud that he could seem always ready to fuck. He was too prudish to admit that pride out loud.

"Oh I feel it," Julie moaned. "Oh, I need it so bad."

She knew that he was questioning himself about the way she was acting. She didn't care. She needed a cock inside her to control her savage itch. She helped him to pull her skirt up above her waist and to slide her flimsy panties down her legs. She grabbed his throbbing rod and pushed the head against her cunt.

"Put it in me," she begged him. "I need to be fucked. I need your big cock!"

He was no longer hesitating, She knew she had gone too far. She knew he would be asking himself questions after he had satisfied himself. He would be wondering how his demure wife could know words like that. But right now he was impatient to get his cock in her cunt and she was satisfied with knowing that. She opened her legs wider and she began to tug on his cock. She felt his cockhead slip past the outer walls of her cunt lips. She ground herself against, him so that his long rod was drawn completely into her.

"Oh," she moaned. "I needed that. I needed it so bad. Now fuck me, honey. Fuck me good!"

She could not control herself. The words kept exploding from her mouth as her pussy got hotter and hotter. Sure, she had said those kind of things when she was younger, but a good woman didn't talk like that. She understood that, but her pussy was just too hungry for his cock. He began to move quickly in and out of her cunt and she gave a loud cry. She raised her long legs and wrapped them easily around his back. She began to match his every gentle thrust with a movement of her firm ass.

"Go faster," she moaned. "Aaaa, faster, harder!"

Low moans escaped her throat as she felt him quickening his thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him hard against her breasts.

"Please," she begged him. "Harder. Harder!"

He was too carried away. Suddenly she felt him groan and she felt the hot wetness of his cum filling her cunt.

"No," she protested. "No, please.

But he was done. Even as she kept grinding herself against him she felt his cock dwindling.

"Oh please," she said again.

He pulled his limp cock from her fiery cunt. He was looking at her strangely and she knew it was because of the way she'd acted.

"I'm kind of tired," he said. "I think I'll go to sleep."

She knew there was nothing she could say. He left her. She waited until he was out of the room before she put her fingers between her legs. She put two fingers inside her cunt but she soon knew that wasn't going to be enough.

"Oh God," she said tiredly. "Goddamnit!"


Dirk gave Melissa a last lingering kiss and patted her ass.

"Keep it warm for me, honey," Dirk said.

"I will," Melissa promised.

She watched her husband walk outside and get into his car. She gave him a wave as he drove out of the yard. She felt her heart begin hammering loudly as soon as his car, disappeared. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was half-past eight. She knew it was time to make the phone call. She dialed the number and spoke softly into the phone. "He's gone," she said.

"Good," Marty Slocum said. "Put on your sexiest nightgown. You'll have your very first customer in about an hour. He really liked your pictures."

"He did?" Melissa said stupidly.

"Be nice to him," Marty Slocum. "He paid well."

Melissa hung up the phone.

Her heart was still pounding and her mouth felt dry. She went upstairs and took a long shower. She searched through her gowns until she found one she considered her sexiest. The gown was white and flimsy. It was low cut almost to her navel. She wore no bra. Her white panties were plainly visible. She took a comb to her long blonde hair until she was satisfied. She then dabbed a little expensive perfume on her neck and between her thighs. She was nervous and she was excited. She knew that the customer would not be somebody she knew. Marty had promised that. Marty had friends who would direct the man to her house. She was sitting on the living room couch when the doorbell rang. She got up and walked slowly to the door. Her heart was once again in her mouth when she opened the door. The man who stood there was not bad looking at all. He was tall and darkly handsome. But she shivered when she looked into his hard eyes.

"You're Melissa," he said.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm Andy," he said.

She expected him to give her a little time to get to know him, but he grabbed her immediately and pulled her against him. His lips bruised down onto hers and she almost went limp. She could feel his strong muscles against her. She jerked back.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Neighbors," she said quickly. "Come on inside."

"I see," he said. "You don't want the nosy folks to know you're hustling on the side."

He stepped in and closed the door. This time she didn't have the strength to resist when he jerked her into his arms. His strong hands dropped to cup her firm asscheeks and she shivered.

"Goddamn nice-feeling piece," he said.

He picked her up. She had never been picked up so easily before. Dirk strained when he lifted her. This man did it as easily as if he were lifting a doll.

"Where's the bedroom?" he asked.

"That way," she said.

He carried her through the house and into her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed while he ran one hand under her nightgown to touch her pussy.

"Are you tight, bitch?" he asked.

She didn't know what he meant for a moment, and then she nodded her head.

"Good," he said. "I like a tight pussy."

His rough fingers went underneath her panties to touch her swollen cunt.

"Nice," he said. "Marty said you were a nice fuck. Has he tested you?"

"Yes," she admitted.

He released her and stood back. He peeled off his clothes to reveal a hairy, muscular body. His cock was as big as Marty's but somehow it looked brutal. He grabbed her by the hair and bent her face toward his massively thick ten-inch tool.

"Let's see what your sweet lips can do," he said.

She touched her lips to his cockhead and she felt the pressure on the back of her head. She slowly opened her lips and took the cock into her mouth.

"Goddamn," he said softly. "Suck it up, bitch. Show me how you do it."

She opened her mouth wider and took his entire rod into her mouth. She began to move her mouth up and down rapidly on his thick tool.

"Shit," he said. "You can really suck, baby."

He held both sides of her head as he slammed his cock into her mouth. She felt the hot excitement in her cunt; her panties were already getting wet. She had never known that she could get so excited sucking a man's cock.

"Eat me," he moaned. "Eat me, sweet baby!"

He pulled her head back but it was just for a second. He sat down on the edge of the bed and made her get on her hands and knees beside him. Then once more he pulled her face against his cock. She deepthroated him this time. She took his cock in deeper than she thought possible. She could feel his cockhead pounding against the back of her throat. She tasted some of his sweet lubricating fluid and she knew he was getting ready to cum. She released his cock and used her tongue on just the tiny hole in the end of his weapon. He grabbed her head again as she tasted his cum beginning to spurt. She went all the way down on his cock and felt the hot cum hitting the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" he yelled. "FUCK!"

She swallowed it as long as she could. He must have been a long time without getting a woman, or he was one of those people who had heavy loads. The thickness of his cum filled her mouth and dribbled out on her gown.

"Jesus Christ," he said softly. "You're some cocksucker, sweet bitch!"

He pulled her onto the bed beside him and began to caress her breasts.

"Damn," he said. "You look like a little girl I knew back in school. A cheerleader. I tried nine years and couldn't get into her panties."

"I was a cheerleader," Melissa admitted.

"You look like the type," he said.

Melissa knew something that would excite him and she pulled away.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "I haven't finished with you."

"Just a second," she said. "I'll show you something."

She hurried out of the room and down to the basement. She found the old uniform tucked away in one of the old chests. She could still wear it for she'd put it on only a few weeks before for Dirk's benefit. Dirk also had a thing about cheerleaders. She came back upstairs and quickly changed her clothes. She wiped the lipstick off her mouth and then surveyed herself in the mirror. Except for her womanly breasts she looked like a sixteen year old pom-pom girl. She heard him gasp when she walked back into the room.

"I thought you might like me in my old outfit," she said.

"It looks nice, baby," he said. "Why don't you do me a couple of cheers?"

She didn't remember them very well but she did one that she thought was the easiest.

This guy really did have a thing for cheerleaders. His cock was growing again.

"Come here," he said.

She sat down on the bed and he ran both his hands under her sweater to cup her tits. He massaged them until she felt them starting to swell with lust.

"Ummm," she moaned. "That feels good."

He took his hands out of her sweater.

"The chair," he said. "Bring it here."

She was puzzled but she brought the big chair over to the bed. He made her bend over the chair so that her firm ass was beautifully exposed. He tugged her panties down her legs. She had never felt so vulnerable as she did now. She felt him leaning over her and she felt his huge cockhead at the crack of her ass.

"Oh no," she said. She tried to struggle but his rough hand clamped down on the back of her head.

"I should have told you," he said. "This is what I really always wanted to do to that cheerleader. Always walking around with her nose in the air and jiggling that proud looking ass. I always wanted to do this."

"Please," she moaned, but she couldn't move. He was already pushing his cockhead hard against her ass.

His hips bucked and his cockhead slipped into her ass. She started moving against him as she felt his rod going deep into her ass.

"Ahhhh," he said. "Feels good baby. Feels really good. This is what I wanted to do to that proud bitch cheerleader. Fuck her in the tight ass. Fuck her really hard."

She was surprised that she was enjoying it. She was rubbing herself against the chair and feeling her cunt juices drip. It was better than she'd expected. Much better.

"Damn," he said. "Oh fucking shit!"

She could feel his excitement as he drove his cock in and out of her ass. It hurt, but not much. She felt his fingers go between her legs and slip into her cunt. She moaned loudly when she felt one finger brushing against her sensitive clit.

"Jesus, baby," he said. "Jesus, this feels so good!"

She could feel his excitement as he began to drive his cock into her ass more rapidly. He gave her violent strokes that shook her entire body. She could feel the heat between her legs growing as his probing fingers stroked her pussy. She jerked up her sweater and played with her nipples with her own hands. Her tits were already swollen and sensitive and she knew it
would only be moments before she had to cum.

"Oh Jesus!" he yelled. "Oh Jesus, I'm cumming! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OHFUCKINGJESUSAHHHH!"

She felt him explode into her ass with gobs of thin cum. She ground herself against him until she was sure he was done. His cock came out of her ass and she turned quickly to grind herself against him.

"Do something for me," she whispered. "I'm so hot. I think I'm going to burn up."

"Don't worry, baby," he said. "I'll do something. Lie down on the bed."

She stretched out on the bed and spread her legs. She watched his head go between her thighs and she shivered as she felt his tongue on her cunt lips.

"Ohhhh," she groaned. "Oh, that's nice!"

His tongue slithered upward and touched her clit. It didn't take much before she felt her body responding hotly to his tongue.

"Oh, I'm cumming," she moaned. "I can't help it. I'm burning up! Oh help me! HELP ME AGGHHHHH!"

She expected him to pull his face away but instead he kept licking at her cunt. He drank her juices down until her hot body quit trembling.

"That was fantastic," she groaned.

He got off the bed and began to dress. She watched him with satisfied eyes. It had felt so good, a lot better than she had expected. She was shocked when he put a ten dollar bill on the bedside table.

"A tip for you, baby," he said. "You were worth it. I'll spread the word around."

He left the bedroom. She stared at the ten dollar bill and she realized, for the first time, that Marty Slocum was getting paid for her services. She wondered how much he was charging. She had a momentary impulse to run out and catch Andy. He would tell her how much he thought she was worth. But she was just too tired. Andy had worn her out. She leaned back and closed her eyes. In a few moments she was asleep.


Carli was lonely and frustrated. She had not been able to talk to her husband that morning and he had acted as if he didn't want to talk to her. She saw the guilt and the anger in his eyes every time he looked at her. It wasn't fair! She'd only wanted to be loved. She'd wanted him to ease the sticky heat between her thighs. She'd wanted him to act like a man. Instead his eyes made her feel dirty and she was still just as frustrated as she'd been before.

"I'm going out today," she said. "I'm going to do some shopping."

He only nodded at her as he left the house. Not even a kiss. It wasn't fair for him to make her feel so ashamed and so dirty. She took a hot shower and dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse that he had given her. At least he wouldn't disapprove of the way she was dressed.

She was surprised to hear a car pull up into the yard, and she was even more surprised to see Melissa. Melissa was wearing another of her short skirts that showed off her plump thighs. Carli wondered about her friend. There had been something different about Melissa lately. Carli didn't know what it was but there was something odd.

"Hi," Melissa said. "Have I got a day planned for us."

"I don't understand," Carli said. "Were we supposed to go someplace together?"

"Not really," Melissa said. "But there's a big new store in town and I know how you love to shop.""

Carli looked at her suspiciously. Melissa had never been the type who liked to shop. There was something odd going on.

"Well," Carli said. "I was going shopping anyway. I might as well have company."

"Good," Melissa said. "Why don't we take my car?"

Melissa was aware of the suspicious looks that Carli kept giving her. Carli had been her friend for a long time and they knew each other very well. Melissa hoped that nothing was obvious in her face. She didn't want to think about what she was going to do to her friend. She didn't have any choice in the matter. Marty Slocum had given her no options.

"I want Carli," he'd said that morning.

"But Carli wouldn't come to you," Melissa had said. "She's a good girl."

"I still want her," Marty said. "And you're going to help me get her."

"Rape?" Melissa asked. "That wouldn't be all that much fun for you."

"I'm not going to rape her," Marty said. "She'll come to me willingly after my friends are done with her."

Melissa understood. Marty might not rape her but someone else was going to. And there would be the pictures. Melissa looked at her friend a little sadly. Melissa wasn't sure Carli was strong enough to handle a situation like this.

"Where is this store?" Carli asked.

"Just outside town," Melissa said. "It'll only take a few minutes."

Melissa was aware of the car that pulled out behind them. She waited until they were on the highway and she was sure it was the right car. Then she turned off at the first dirt road she saw.

"What are you doing?" Carli asked. Her voice was beginning to sound a little alarmed.

Melissa pulled the car to the side of the road and turned the motor off.

"What are you doing?" Carli asked again.

"I'm sorry, Carli," Melissa said. "But I had no choice. I really didn't."

Carli realized they were not alone. She gasped as she looked out her window and saw a big, brutal looking man reaching for her door handle. She tried to lock it but she wasn't quick enough. The door opened and the brutal looking man smiled at her.

"Get out, honey," he said. "The party's just getting started."

"Melissa," Carli said. "What does this mean?"

Melissa shrugged her shoulders.

"Come on," the man said. "I haven't got all day."

Carli was too stunned to fight. She got numbly out of the car and let the man take her arm. He guided her back to the car behind them. There was a young blonde man behind the wheel. He gave Carli a leering smile.

"No," Carli said. "No, I can't go anywhere with you."

Carli jerked her arm away. She couldn't believe that Melissa had started her car and was driving away. Melissa was her friend. Melissa wouldn't do that.

"Now let's not get rough," the man said. "We can be good friends if you act right."

"Keep away from me," Carli said.

"It's a pity," the man said. "And you were doing so well. I thought this might be easy."

He grabbed her arm and she raked her nails across his arm. He slapped her hard across her face. She stepped back and he took her arm again.

"In the car," he said.

She was determined that she wasn't going to get into that car. She tried to pull away from him again. This time he held her steady with one hand while he blocked her raking nails with the other.

"Stop it," he said. "Stop it or I'm going to have to get rough."

She tried to kick him but he moved too quickly. He took her small hand in his big fist and started squeezing. She was aware of sharp pains and then her arm started going numb. Tears stung at her eyes.

"Get in the car, honey," he said softly. "In the back seat."

She was slowly going down to her knees on the dirt road. She could only nod her head. He released her and this time she didn't fight as he pushed her into the back seat.

"That's better," he said. Much better."

She slid into the back seat and pulled her skirt back down over her knees. She saw his eyes going slowly over her body and she felt a pang of alarm. He got in beside her.

"Let's go, Randy," he said.

The young man turned the car around and got it back out onto the highway. They were going north where there was nothing but mountain cabins for a long distance. She wondered again how Melissa could allow them to do this to her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Carli whispered.

The big man leered at her.

"You're a pretty woman," he said. "What do you think we're going to do to you?"

She felt as if a hand had clutched her heart. She couldn't breathe.

"Please don't hurt me," she said. "My husband has money. He'll pay you. Only don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "You'll like what I have in mind."

"No," she whispered.

He only laughed and she could tell that he would have no pity on her. She wondered about the other one but then she remembered the leering grin he had given her. No, he would have no pity either.

"My name's Bud," the large man said. "My friend up there is Randy. We're glad to meet you, Carli."

"How did you know my name?" Carli asked.

"Ahhh, honey," Bud said. "We know nearly everything there is to know about you."

Without warning Bud grabbed her behind the head and jerked her close to him. His full lips pressed hotly down against hers. She struggled as she felt his tongue trying to get between her lips. Struggling was doing her no good. Bud was strong and he held her easily with one hand while his other hand began to explore her body. She felt his probing fingers trace an outline underneath her large breasts. Then she felt one hot hand cupping her left tit through the thin material of her blouse. She was shocked but she was also fascinated. She had never thought of herself as a woman who would enjoy being manhandled. Yet, almost immediately she felt short of breath and she could feel a sticky heat between her thighs.

Bud released her. He was smiling. "I'll be damned," he said. "I think she's going to be a hot one, Randy."

"Please let me go," Carli pleaded.

"Why, baby?" Bud asked. "You afraid you might enjoy it too much?"

That was exactly what she was afraid of. She had been frustrated too long by her husband's feeble attempts to satisfy her. Both these men looked horny and capable.

"We're here," Randy said.

She looked out the window at the flashing lights of the motel. She didn't recognize it. She didn't even remember there being a motel this far north. This was a well-formulated plan because the men didn't have to register. They jerked her out of the car and hustled her quickly into one of the motel rooms. The place was small and dingy. There was only one bed in the middle of the room. She felt a little weak. She felt Bud's hand dropping to the curve of her ass. She shivered as his hot hand cupped one cheek and then the other. He dropped his hand lower and he slipped it up under her skirt to touch the backs of her thighs.

"I'll scream," she warned. "Somebody will hear."

She felt his fingers tighten in warning on the back of her leg.

"You'll only get hurt screaming," he said.

She knew what he said was true. She had no choice. His hand went higher, touching her panty-clad asscheeks in a firm caress.

"You're going to like us, baby," Randy said. He was taking off his clothes. "We're going to give you a fucking like you've never had before."

Bud gave her a shove and she sprawled on the bed. Her dress had slipped up above her thighs to reveal her shapely legs. She felt Bud's hot eyes looking at her in admiration.

"Damn," he said. "Your pussy's going to feel fine with those long legs wrapped around me."

Randy had everything off but his shorts. She could see the hard bulge through the thin material. He came to her while Bud started undressing.

"Let's get your things off," he said. "I want to see those breasts."

"Please," she said.

Randy only smiled. He dropped on the bed on top of her, one hard knee pressing between her thighs.

He started kissing her face and throat.

"God, you feel good," he said. "You're a big woman. I like a big woman."

Before she could protest his hand came to the top of her blouse and ripped downward. She felt the buttons pop off and she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin.

"Damn," he said. "Would you look at those knockers, Bud. Jesus, I've never. seen a pair of boobs like this."

He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her large G-cup breasts were freed and his lips immediately closed over a nipple. He made little sounds as he sucked her nipple into hardness. She realized he was being as rough as she'd always wanted her husband to be. He was using her body like she'd wanted it to be used. She was still afraid but she could also hear the pounding of her heart as she grew more excited. He moved his sucking lips to her other nipple. His hot mouth drew in her quivering flesh. God, how she wanted to be able to control herself in front of these two men, but even now her thighs were rubbing against his knee.

"Sweet pussy," Bud said. "I told you she'd be a hot one. She's going to enjoy this."

He walked once more into her sight and she saw that he had undressed completely. His prick was already hard and she was shocked at its size. She'd always thought that all pricks were the same. His prick was a weapon, hanging down at 11-inches in length toward his knees.

"Oh Jesus," she said softly.

He came to his knees on the bed so that his prick waved inches from her face.

"You like it, honey," he said. "I can tell you do. You're hot for it. Well you're going to get it. Up every hole. When you leave here you're going to know you've been fucked. Now take me in your sweet little mouth. Show me what a good cocksucker you can be."

She didn't want to but he grabbed her by the head and jerked her head closer. She felt his trembling cock rub across her lips. He was already leaking and she tasted a little of his sweet fluid. She saw herself in the bedroom mirror and saw that his cock had left a white smear across her lips.

"There," he said. "You look pretty with your lips covered with a little cum. That's the way a pretty woman should look. Now open your mouth."

"No," she whispered.

"Open your mouth," he said. "Or I'm going to tell Randy to start biting. He's got very strong teeth."

She felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she felt Randy still gobbling on her breasts. She couldn't bear for him to bite hard. It would kill her. Quickly she opened her mouth. He gave her no time to get used to him. He drove his hard prick deep into her throat with his first violent thrust. Her mouth was filled with his stiff cock. She could feel his huge crown pulsating against the back of her throat.

"Shit, baby," he said. "Shit, your mouth feels good. Good and hot. You're going to make a fine cocksucker. A fantastic suck."

He kept pounding his cock into her while Carli felt Randy leaving her tits and working downward. She felt his mouth touch just above her skirt top. Then he was loosening her skirt and pulling it down. She shivered as his tongue brushed across the tops of her panties. He pulled at her panties until she raised her hips and he slid them down her long legs.

"Beautiful," he gasped.

His tongue touched the inside of her thighs and her pussy lips quivered.

"Oh Jesus," Bud groaned. "Oh Jesus, it feels so good. I'm going to cum. I'm going to blow my load down this pretty bitch's throat. Oh Jesus, it feels nice. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OHFUCKKKK!"

He grabbed her on both sides of her head and held her still as he exploded into her mouth. She tasted his clear, sweet cum striking her throat in gobs. She had to swallow but she couldn't swallow it all. Some of this thin cum escaped the comers of her mouth and dripped down her neck and boobs.

"Shit," Bud moaned. "Fucking fine. Fucking fine!"

Drinking his cum was exciting. She could feel her sensitive cunt lips dripping juice as she licked away the last of his cum from the tiny hole in his cock. Randy's face pushed between her thighs and she felt his tongue. licking at her juices.

"Oh!" she cried. "Ohhhh!"

His tongue slipped through her curling pussy hairs and touched the lips of her cunt. Nobody had ever done this to her before. Many times she had longed for her husband to do it. She couldn't help but be excited even if it was a stranger's tongue going into her cunt. Bud dropped down on the bed and his lips brushed at her erect nipples. Her tits were so swollen they almost hurt as his hot lips ran over them teasingly.

"I want you to suck them," she whispered. "Please suck them."

Both men laughed at her pleading voice. They had known she was a hot bitch from the beginning, but they had never imagined that they could break her down so quickly. They knew they had won as she begged them to suck her. Randy's hot tongue slithered into her cunt and touched her aching clit. His tongue ran over the hard bud until she was dripping juices. Bud began to lick and suck on her breasts. He would suck her tender flesh into his mouth and bite gently on it. Each time a shiver would go up her spine and she would try to close her hot thighs together. She thought it was crazy. She couldn't be so hot that she would completely lose control with these two men. But losing control was exactly what she was doing. Her nerves were screaming for release from frustration. She wanted to feel one of their big cocks pounding into her quivering pussy.

"I want to be fucked," she moaned. "Oh God, I need a cock! Please fuck me! Stick your big cock into me! Please!"

Randy pulled back and she knew he was stripping off his shorts. Then he was leaning on her, his hairy chest mashing her big breasts flat. She groaned as she felt his hard cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me!"

She was going out of her mind. Her body was bucking up at him like it was on fire. Randy had never known any woman to get this hot. It was almost as if her hot cunt was trying to draw his cock inside.

"Shit," he groaned. "Mother fuck!"

He pushed his huge cockhead past her pussy lips and heard her wild cry of arousal. Her voice was almost animal-like as she strained to draw all of his cock into her burning cunt.

"Put it in me," she moaned. "Put it all in me. Please fuck me!"

He could wait no longer. He drove his cock deep into her tight fitting cunt. She gave a soft sigh of relief as she felt his long cock slide completely into her. He was so big and throbbing. It was a wonderful feeling to have him snug within her.

"Give it to me," she begged him. "Fuck me good and hard. God, I've needed it for so long."

She was sobbing loudly as he began to drive his cock into her cunt. He fucked her savagely, which was exactly what she wanted. She felt her hot passions boiling up.

"Jesus!" she cried. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to fucking cum! Oh, it's never been like this! It feels so good! It feels so fucking fine! Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Gahhhh!"

She came with a wild abandon she had never known before. Her pussy sucked at him and then soaked him with her flowing juice. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped.

He was grunting and she could feel his cock expanding and she knew it would only be moments before he exploded within her. She was ready for it. She lifted her legs higher as he gave a last loud groan and sent his cum deep into her pussy. She felt each lift of his cock as his cum burst out into her cunt.

"That's it," she said. "Fill me up. I love it. I love it. Oh fill me up with your babymaking seed! I love cum! I love cum in my cunt and in my mouth! Fill me up, make me pregnant!"

Her thighs felt wet with his cum as he withdrew his cock from her cunt.

"Good God," Randy said softly. "She goes fucking crazy with a cock in her."

Randy touched her tit as he drew up beside her. He took her hand and placed it on his limp cock. His lips found hers and this time she didn't protest when she felt a tongue slipping into her lips. She felt Bud on the other side of her and he took her other hand. She had never felt so wicked as when she held both men's cocks gingerly in her fingers.

"Beat 'em up hard," Randy said. "We're going to fuck you blind tonight."

She knew as soon as he said it that she was ready for it again. They had made her cum once but once wasn't enough. Already she could feel the juices boiling in her. She wrapped her fingers around the two cocks and began to move her soft hands up and down. She could feel them growing excited. They used their hands all over her, using her body as it had never been used before. Suddenly Bud was getting astride her and placing his cock between her tits.

"Hold them together," he said.

She looked into his face and felt a quickening of her heart. She knew what he wanted and it excited her tremendously. She let go of Randy's cock and pushed her huge breasts together on Bud's cock.

"You have the biggest tits I've ever seen," he said softly. "Now I'm going to fuck you between them. Don't turn your face away when I cum. I want to see my cum running down your face. I want to see you cum-soaked."

"I won't," she promised.

She knew that she wouldn't because what was happening to her was a realization of her wildest fantasy. She wanted to be sperm-soaked. She wanted to be used by these men. She held her tits tighter as he began to rock back and forth between them. She bent her head so that she could touch her tongue to the little hole each time the huge crown appeared between her luscious globes.

"God, baby," he said. "You're doing it right. You're doing it just right."

Randy's hand was between her thighs. His fingers played in her curly pussy hairs for a moment before she felt two fingers slipping gently into her. He began to move his fingers in and out in rhythm to Bud's strokes. Bud was excited. His face was covered with small drops of sweat and his teeth showed in an animal smile.

"I'm going to give it to you," he said. "I'm going to fill your face with my cum. Get ready for it, baby! Hot damn, get ready!"

He exploded with a thick stream of cum that struck her face. She did as she was told and she didn't move her face. She caught it in her hair and down her cheeks. He jerked his cock out from between her large breasts and pushed it against her mouth. She opened wide and allowed him to send his cock down her throat. She caught the last spurt of his cum in her throat and swallowed it down.

"Goddamn," he said. "Shit. Now lick me clean, baby. Lick me clean."

She could feel the warm stickiness of his fluid as she began to lick his stiff cock. She licked the length of his rod down to his balls where she picked up a few pearly drops from his swollen hanging ballsac.

"Fuck, baby," he said. "You're better than I'd have ever dreamed."

She released his cock and felt Randy's hands pulling at her. She rolled over on her side and immediately felt his trembling cock brush her thighs.

"Ummm," he said. "Now I'm going to get a little more of that good pussy."

"Yes," she said. "Oh yes."

He pulled her completely over on top of him and made her sit up.

"Now take that rod up your hot twat," he said. "Swallow it up with your cunt."

She had never done this before either but she quickly grabbed his stiff rod. She guided it up between her thighs until the head was pushing at her pubic nest.

"Sweet pussy," he said. "Sweet fuck. Put it in, baby. Put it up your twat."

Slowly she came down on his cock, filling herself up with the hard length of him. She moaned as she felt him go deeper than any cock had ever gone. Almost into her stomach.

"Bounce," he said. "Bounce up and down so I can see them tits jump."

His words excited her and she began to slowly jump up and down on his stiff cock. It felt good. She felt his rod brushing against all the sensitive parts of her cunt.

"Oh God," she said. "Oh it feels too good!"

"Your breasts," he said. "Play with your tits."

She couldn't help herself. She wanted to make him happy, to please him. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She ran her fingers over the sensitive nipples and felt them grow hard.

"Shit," he said. "Look at that."

"I'm looking!" she heard Bud gasp.

Randy reached around her and pulled her down halfway so that her breasts were just barely brushing against his chest. She felt the bed creak and she felt Bud's cock brushing against her asscheeks. She couldn't believe it. Bud was hard again. But what was he doing back there? He patted her asscheeks and she felt one finger sliding into her ass.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"He told you all holes, baby," he said. "Remember?"

"Oh no," she said. "You can't mean that."

They did mean it and there was nothing she could do. She was impaled on Randy's cock and she was held in his strong arms. She jumped as Bud's finger went deeper inside her ass.

"No," she said. "No!"

She felt Bud's weight leaning against her and his cockhead pressing against her ass. She tried to jerk out of the way but he held her steady.

"Don't sweat it, baby," he said. "You're going to enjoy this."

"No," she gasped. "Please!"

He moved his hips closer and she jumped again as his prick was shoved partly into her ass. He pumped again and his prick slid into, her ass up to his balls.


"Oh Jesus!" she said. "It hurts! It hurts!"

He didn't seem worried. He kept his prick there until her body slowly relaxed again. Then he began a slow in-and-out fucking of her tender ass.

"Just get the rhythm, baby," he said softly. "Just get the rhythm!"

It was a strange feeling to have two cocks inside of her. She felt as if they were brushing against one another as they gently fucked her. Then she began to feel something else. A warmness started in her cunt that slowly began to build to a burning heat. A savage heat that caused her to start pushing back against the two cocks.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God, you're making me hot. You're making me so hot!"

The pace became quicker as the two men sensed her excitement. She knew they were laughing at her again because once again they had won her body over. She also knew that it didn't matter if these two men never released her. She might feel ashamed later but right now she wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked! They began fucking her savagely, no longer worried about her pain. Bud was driving his cock into her tender ass so furiously it was almost like he was trying to beat her with it.

"Ohhh!" she cried out. "I'm going to cum! I can't stand it! I'm going to cum! Oh, it feels so good! So good! Oh Jesus fuckkkk!"

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she came. She didn't look like herself She looked like some kind of fucking machine with her long hair in tangles and the two cocks pounding her. Her mouth dropped open slackly as the fiery heat rocked her body.

"Jesus," she screamed again.

She felt the cocks grow inside her. She felt Randy stiffen and then a low moan escaped his throat. She pushed down and took his load of cum into her juice-soaked cunt. Bud was getting even faster.

"I'm going to put it in your ass!" he shouted. "In your ass, bitch! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Ohhhhgahhhh!"

He pushed it deep one last time as his cock exploded in her ass.


Carli was shocked when the first picture arrived. The picture was delivered by special messenger right to her doorstep. She took the brown envelope and tore it open. She almost dropped it when she took the large photograph out. There was no doubt that it was her. She was lying on the bed with nothing on and a pleased expression on her face. Her lips were covered with white cum. There could also be no doubt about what she had just finished doing.

"Oh my God,"' she said softly.

"What is it, honey?" Jeremy asked.

Quickly she tore the picture into shreds and dropped it into the wastebasket.

"Nothing," she, said. "Just someone asking directions."

Jeremy was satisfied with her answer. He was in a hurry as usual and he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek before leaving quickly. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his car disappear. She leaned against the door and wondered how many other photographs would come. How could she hide them all from her husband? And why were they being sent. The phone rang and she picked it up.

"Mrs. Johnson?" a male voice asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Did you get the mail this morning?"

Her heart started beating quickly. Her hand had gotten a little sweaty.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Meet me at the motel," he said. "Room five. We'll talk about the pictures."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

The phone went dead. She stood looking at it stupidly. What could she do?

She already knew the answer to that question. She had no choice. She had to go to the man's motel. She was aware that she was being watched as she entered the motel. That was nothing unusual for her. She was always watched when she went to town. An old man on the front porch gave her a low whistle of appreciation. She tried to ignore him. She knocked timidly on the door and a deep male voice told her to enter. The man was sitting on a chair by the bed. He had his shirt off and she saw that he was well muscled. A patch of blond hairs covered his chest.

"Mrs. Johnson," he said. "I'm glad you could come. My name's Marty Slocum."

She looked around the dingy room until her eyes fell on the brown envelope.

"Yes," Marty said. "Those are pictures of you. You can look if you like."

She walked to the table and took the envelope. She was hardly aware of sitting down on the bed as her nervous fingers tore open the envelope.

"They came out really well," Marty said.

She felt a choking fear in her chest as she looked at the pictures. They captured her in every position. The men's faces were usually shadowed but it could be easily seen that it was her who was sucking on cocks and being well fucked.

"Like them?" Marty asked. There was a leering grin on his face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "What do you want?"

"You're going to work for me," Marty said. "Just for a little while. Then I'm going to move on and you can forget about ever seeing me."

"What sort of work?" she asked.

Marty Slocum stood up. He walked to the bed and put his hand against the side of her head. His fingers gently stroked her soft hair.

"You know that already," he said.

She turned her face away as he tried to kiss her. He grew angry and took a strong hold on her hair. He painfully bent her head back in his direction.

"You belong to me," he said. "For a little while. You'd better get used to the Idea."

"No," she said. "I'm leaving."

He released her head.

"You can go if you really want to go," he said. "But remember this. You walk out that door and pictures of you will go on sale all over this town. Plus a little movie we made. Just think about that."

"Oh God no," she said softly. "You can't do this. You can't."

She saw it in his face that what he said was true. He would be capable of hurting her if he wished. He would certainly be capable of selling the photographs.

This time she didn't turn her head away when his lips brushed hers. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue. He rubbed his tongue against hers and she felt a little shiver go up her back.

"See there," he said. "You're not going to mind the work so much. I only pick the ones who love it."

He kept giving her tiny little kisses around her mouth and neck and throat. She had to face the truth about herself, and the truth was that she did like it. How many times had she wanted to be unfaithful to her husband but had been held back because of her fears? Now she had no choice. Her arms snaked around his neck and she drew him down to the bed beside her. She kissed him hard on the mouth. Her tongue pushed between her lips to touch his. She kept her tongue in the warmth of his mouth for a moment, loving the delicious feeling he was giving her. His hand caressed her back and then dropped to the full curve of her ass. His fingers gently ran over her firm asscheeks and brought a low moan from her throat.

"See there, baby?" he said. "I told you you'd like the work. I can pick them."

"Yes," she said. "I want to be used. I want you to love me."

"Love!" he laughed. "Hell, love has nothing to do with it. You want to fuck. You want a big hot cock between your twitching thighs. You just want to be fucked, baby."

"Yes," she agreed. "That's what I want. I want to be fucked. Fuck me!"

He laughed deep in his throat. His fingers continued to explore the lushness of her body. She had a good one. He massaged one tit and felt the nipple grow hard in his fingers. He could hardly wait until he had her blouse off and he could suck on one of her creamy globes.

"God, baby," she moaned.

His fingers found the zipper on her skirt and he deftly undid it. He slipped his hand through the opening to caress her panty-clad asscheeks. He ran one finger under her panties and into her already sopping cunt.

"Wet already," he said. "You must be hot for it, baby. Your loving husband must not be poking it to you enough."

She only nodded her head as her lips searched for his once again. She felt that delicious finger creeping between her thighs, playing in her pussy hairs, and it felt really good. She readjusted her position so that she could feel his stiff bulge against her leg.

"Ummm," she said. "Is that thing as big as it feels?"

"Why don't you take it out and find out?" he said.

She was more than willing. Quickly she grasped his zipper and jerked it down. Her small hand went easily into his trousers. He wore no shorts. She felt his huge ten-inch cock jump as her fingers touched him. She laced her small fingers around his tool and drew him out.

"God," she said. "It's just as big as it felt. Bigger!"

"Kiss it," he demanded.

She brushed her hair back from her eyes and bent her head over his cock. She could see just a spot of precum on the tiny opening. She flicked it away with her tongue and he groaned. She ran her tongue down the underside of his staff and then back up again. She opened her, mouth and took just the crown into her mouth.

"Shit," he groaned. "Suck me, damnit. Take my cock into your mouth."

He looked down at her bobbing head as he felt his entire cock being drawn into her hot mouth. All the way back until he felt himself touching the back of her throat. And then even farther. He had never been taken that deeply before.

"Oh Jesus," he said. "Oh fuck!"

She began to move her head up and down quickly on his thick staff. He shivered each time her fiery tongue came into contact with his skin.

"Oh fuck," he said. "I'm going to blow my load. I'm going to blow it in your hot mouth!"

She hadn't intended to swallow his cum but she found she had no choice. He took both sides of her head in a strangle hold as the first of his cum boiled up. She felt a wet gob strike the back of her throat, and then another. She swallowed quickly. His cum was thin and he had a heavy load, but somehow she managed to swallow every drop.

"God," he moaned. "That was fine."

She continued to lick his cock until she was sure that she'd gotten every drop of his cum. Only then did she pull her head back.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

She knew what was cumming. She could already see that his cock was getting ready again. He was the type of man who could cum many times. Quickly she stood up and began stripping out of her clothes. She saw his eyes go wide as he looked at her large breasts.

"Beautiful," he said. "I almost didn't believe the pictures of them."

Her pussy grew warm under his admiring stare. She drew off her skirt and peeled her flimsy panties down her perfect legs.

By the time she finished undressing she saw that his cock was half hard again.

"Baby!" he gasped.

She touched his cock and felt it jump underneath her fingers. She shivered as his hand went up the backs of her thighs and touched her full asscheeks.

"I want to put my tongue in your cunt," he said.

"Oh yes," she said. "I want that, too."

He drew her closer and she felt his hot tongue touching her thighs. She spread her thighs farther apart and bent a little backward. She opened up the pink lips of her cunt to his tongue. He licked away her juices and then his tongue slipped up inside her.

"Oooooh," she gasped. "That feels good. That feels so nice!"

His tongue touched her clit and made a spasm of excitement shake her body. He used his tongue and lips on her clit until she was weak with desire.

"I can't stand it any more," she said. "I need your cock. I want a huge cock inside me."

"Sure, baby," he said.

He drew her down on the bed beside him and rolled over on top of her. He entered her quickly, his big cock sliding smoothly into her moist box. His hands went underneath her fine ass and he began to squeeze her in rhythm to his deep strokes.

"Oh God," she said. "I need that. I needed it so bad!"

He began to fuck her savagely.

"Lift your legs," he said.

She knew what he wanted and she lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his asscheeks. He wasn't satisfied with that and he withdrew his cock.

"No," she complained. "Don't stop. I need your cock inside me."

"I'm not stopping, baby," he said.

He took her legs and pushed them up above her head. She had never been in that position before. It was both degrading and exciting.

His finger traced the outline of her swollen pussy lips.

"God," he said. "You've got a beautiful cunt."

"Then fuck it," she begged him. "Put your big cock back in me."

He positioned himself again and she felt that wonderful hard cock sliding back into her cunt. He went deeper than before. He felt as if he were going to cum out her mouth. She rocked back and forth as he went into her as far as he could go.

"Oh Dear Jesus," she moaned. "Oh, that feels so good. So fine!"

Once more he began to drive his pulsating cock savagely into her cunt. She could hear the soft sounds his balls made as the twin sacs slammed, into her. Her cunt tightened against his cock in a hot excitement.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, I can't hold back. I'm going to cum. IT FEELS SO GOODDDDDDD!"

She felt him explode into her at almost the same moment her hot juices flooded him.

"So good," she moaned. "It felt so good!"


Melissa was waiting when Carli returned home. "I don't want to talk to you," Carli said.

"Come on, Carli," Melissa said. "Don't be like that. I didn't have any choice."

"Oh," Carli said coldly. "And what did he do to you, threaten to break your arms?"

"No," Melissa confessed. "But my husband might if he saw the pictures."

Carli opened the front door and stepped inside. Melissa's explanation chilled her. So the man also had pictures of Melissa. Things began to make sense. She was willing to do anything to keep those pictures from falling into the wrong hands. Carli managed to give her friend a weak smile.

"So you just couldn't keep your panties on," she said.

"I tried," Melissa said. "I honestly did. But he's just so big and handsome."

"I know," Carli said with a shiver.

Carli put her purse down on the couch. She was beginning to feel hot and sticky from the love making. She could already feel the hot water running on her.

"I'm going to take a shower," Carli said. "You just make yourself at home."

Carli took a long, hot shower and then dressed in one of her soft nightgowns. She was pulling on her robe when she became aware that Melissa had entered the room.

"I brought you a drink," Melissa said.

"Thanks," Carli said.

Melissa sat down on the edge of the bed as Carli took her drink. Carli sipped at it and felt the warmth of the alcohol going through her.

"Ummm," Carli said. "I needed that."

Carli finished the drink off in two gulps.

"Would you like me to rub your back?" Melissa asked.

Carli looked at her friend suspiciously. Rubbing backs had never been something Melissa offered. But perhaps Melissa was still feeling guilty. Carli stretched.

"A good back rub would feel good," Carli admitted.

"Lay on your stomach," Melissa said.

Carli put her empty glass down on the bedside table and stretched out on the bed. Melissa pulled Carli's long hair out of the way and put her soft hands against Carli's shoulders. Melissa began to work the muscles in Carli's neck and shoulders with a gentle massage.

"Umm," Carli said.

It did feel good. She realized that there might be something that didn't look right about Melissa sitting on her bed rubbing her shoulders. But the drink had put a warmth into her and the gentle fingers were slowly rubbing away the resistance.

"Let me slide your gown down a little," Melissa said.

There was something husky in Melissa's voice. Something that made a faint tingle of alarm ring in her head. But she couldn't seem to find the strength to stop Melissa from pulling away the straps of her nightgown. Melissa pulled the gown down almost to the rise of her creamy asscheeks.

"You have nice skin," Melissa said. "So soft. I bet Jeremy loves to touch you."

Carli bit her tongue because she almost blurted out that Jeremy seldom touched her. Not in the same way that Melissa was touching her. Carli could feel a delicious tingle all over her body. Then she felt Melissa's fingers going around her waist and then higher to cup her tits. She was shocked. No woman had ever touched her like that. She couldn't allow this to happen. She knew that, in another few moments, she would be helpless to resist.

"No," Carli said. "No, this isn't right."

She turned over and felt Melissa pulling her gown away from her breasts. Melissa's eyes went wide with admiration. Melissa was looking at her the way men looked at her.

"This isn't right," Carli said.

"It feels good," Melissa said.

Melissa's hands began to caress the twin peaks and Carli could feel herself getting excited. She looked at Melissa's tits straining to be free of the white blouse. She wondered what they would look like.

I've got to kiss them," Melissa said.

"No," Carli said. "Please, Melissa. It isn't right."

She pushed weakly at Melissa but Melissa's lips were already touching Carli's flesh. Carli moaned as she felt those same lips kissing her nipples. Her nipples grew swollen with lust and she could feel a tingling between her legs.

"We shouldn't," Carli said. "We really shouldn't."

She kept mouthing the words but she knew that she really didn't want Melissa to stop. Already her hands were itching to touch Melissa's tits. Melissa must have realized it for she raised up and began to take off her clothes. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. Carli stopped her friend when Melissa reached behind her back to undo the bra.

"Let me," Carli said.

Melissa nodded. Carli touched her friend gingerly, as if she were afraid of breaking something. Melissa pushed her breasts closer and Carli quickly unsnapped the bra. The twin globes sprang free of the protective bra. Carli swallowed as she looked at the two melons so close to her.

"Touch them," Melissa moaned. "Go ahead and touch them, Carli. I want to feel your hands."

Carli touched and quickly drew her hand away. Her hands felt as if they had been burnt. Melissa ran her own hands underneath her breasts and pressed one nipple close to Carli's mouth as if she were giving an offering. Carli touched her lips to it, and then she could no longer control herself. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in the sweet flesh of her friend's tit.

"God," Melissa moaned. "Your mouth feels so good. So good, Carli. I could let you suck on me all night."

Melissa's words seemed to drive Carli even crazier with desire. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked in Melissa's creamy tit-flesh. Melissa's hands caressed Carli's head and shoulders and then dropped lower to the soft mound of Carli's ass.

"Ummm," Melissa said. "Ummm."

Carli left Melissa's breasts and searched for the woman's mouth. For the first time her lips met another woman's. She slipped her tongue inside Melissa's mouth and touched her tongue.

"I'm so hot," Melissa moaned. "I'm really hot."

"Yes," Carli said. "I know. I know."

Melissa helped Carli to strip off her clinging nightgown and then her flimsy panties. Carli could see them in the bedroom mirror. It looked almost vulgar with their two naked bodies clinging together on the bed. But it was also very exciting. She wondered what Jeremy would say if he could see them. Would he get excited? She knew that some men got excited seeing two women together.

"Oh God, Carli," Melissa said. "I've got to do something."

Carli rolled over on her back and slightly parted her thighs. She knew what Melissa wanted to do and she was willing. Melissa's hot tongue went down her body until it touched Carli's pubic hairs. "I've never done this before," Melissa said. "But I've got to do it. I've got to."

Carli put her hand on the back of her friend's head and pulled her closer to her hungry cunt. She parted her legs a little wider so that Melissa was getting a feast with her eyes of Carli's pink inner labia. Carli moaned as she felt Melissa's tongue touching her outer cunt. She heard the soft sounds Melissa's licking mouth made and that excited Carli even more.

"Oh eat me," Carli begged her friend. "I need your tongue down there."

Melissa's fingers went underneath Carli's ass, and lifted upward. Then Carli felt that hot, delicious tongue slowly going into her. She shivered as Melissa began to move her tongue around, touching all of Carli's cunt.

"My clit," Carli said. "Tongue my clit."

She felt Melissa's tongue on her hard little bud and Carli started squirming hotly.

"Oh that's nice," she said. "That feels good. Oh, keep doing that!"

She knew her friend was slowly sucking her juices up for Carli could still hear Melissa making swallowing sounds. Carli's ass began to jerk more wildly.

"Oh God, Melissa," Carli said. "Oh God, I think I'm cumming. Oh, I am! I AMMMMMM!"

Melissa didn't pull her face away as Carli flooded her licking tongue with her juices. Melissa kept licking until Carli's body quit trembling.

Finally Melissa pulled her face away and stretched out beside Carli on the bed.

"I'm so hot," Melissa said. "I almost came while I was eating you."

Carli didn't think she had the energy to return, the favor for Melissa. Every muscle in her body felt tired. Melissa took Carli's hand and pressed it to her warm cunt.

"Just play with me," Melissa whispered.

Carli felt a little strange as she began to play with the other woman's cunt. She allowed two fingers to slip inside Melissa's box and touch Melissa's sensitive clit. It only took Melissa a few minutes. Melissa gave a soft cry and jumped. Then Carli could feel her hand growing wet from Melissa's juices.


Carli wore tight-fitting shorts that showed her luscious ass to good advantage. A tight-fitting halter top covered her big tits but did nothing to conceal the outline of her nipples. She had her hair loose and had brushed it shiny. She was aware of a dozen eyes feasting on her as she walked into the cafe. No sooner had she taken a seat than a big, burly man sat down beside her.

"Hello, sweet thing," he said.

She felt her cheeks go red as she studied the man. He wore jeans and an open shirt. Dark, curly hairs were visible at the top of his shirt. She wondered if he were that hairy all over.

"My name's Roger," he said. "I drive one of those big trucks parked outside."

Oh," she said.

She tried to sound disinterested. She kept thinking about what her husband might say about her being there. He wouldn't understand things at all. She ordered lunch and tried not to think about Roger's eyes. He was doing a good job of exploring every inch of her body. She felt as if she were suddenly naked. She noticed that none of the other drivers had tried to muscle in on Roger. Evidently Roger was respected by the drivers.

"I've got a cab in the truck," Roger said. "It's big and comfortable."

"Do you?" Carli asked.

Carli's heart was hammering. She had been told what to do, but she hadn't been told how to go about it. She had never tried to proposition anyone before. Melissa had not had to do anything like this. All Melissa's customers had come to her house, or at least she said they did. Why was Marty Slocum making her do this? She thought she had a vague idea. Marty wanted to break down what little pride she had left. The waistress brought her food and Carli began to eat. Roger had still not left the table.

"Real comfortable," Roger said. "It's just right for two people as long as they don't mind being close together."

Roger leered at her. She took another bite and sipped at her coke. Roger moved his chair closer to her. She felt his knee pressing against hers.

"Come on,, honey," he said. "How much do you want? How much to go to the cab with me?"

She nearly choked on her next bite. She hadn't expected him to make such an obvious proposition. She realized she didn't know what to answer. She hadn't even thought about money, She started wondering what she was worth. Roger solved her problem. He slid over a little closer and she watched him slip some money into her purse.

"Now, baby," he said. "I don't usually pay that much but you look like you're worth it. Come on."

His voice left no room for argument. She left her food only half-eaten and picked up her purse. He took her arm in a tight grasp.

"You're going to like this, honey," he said.

It was true that she was beginning to feel a tight excitement in her body. It was crazy. He was exactly the sort of man she'd never have looked twice at. A brutish animal. It was completely against everything she'd ever believed to dream of herself doing things with a man like this in the back of a truck cab. He opened the door and pushed her up ahead of him. His big hand rested against her jiggling asscheeks. She got into the cab quickly. There was a little place for sleeping.

"Nice, huh?" he said. "It's even got curtains."

He pushed her into the sleeping cab and followed her inside. He pulled the curtains closed behind him. She was pressed up against him tightly. Immediately his hands cupped her full asscheeks and began to squeeze.

"You're a fine looking thing," he said. "Really fine looking. I wanted you from the first moment you walked in that door. God, what an ass."

He kept squeezing until Carli began to feel a warmth between her legs. Roger was feeling her nipples grow hard beneath the flimsy covering of the halter.

"You like that, baby?" he asked. "You like that?"

She would have said yes but his brutal lips were pressing down against hers. His tongue pushed into her lips and went deep to touch hers. His tongue was fiery and she felt electric sparks going through her body. She moaned softly as his fingers crept up her back and went beneath her blouse.

"I want to touch them,"' he said. "I want to feel those big, fine breasts."

"Oh yes," she agreed. "Please touch them. Squeeze them. Play with my tits."

He pushed her back and his hands cupped her breasts. She had not worn a bra and his thumbs rubbed across the already sensitive nipples.

"Oh Jesus," she groaned. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

"I know, baby," he said.

Her full tit-flesh was vibrant between his fingers. He had never felt a woman who felt so nice. He wanted to suck them into his throat while he made her squirm beneath him.

"You're a hot piece," he gasped. "Goddamn, but you're a hot piece of ass."

He tore her blouse apart, sending her buttons in every direction. Before she could protest she felt his warm mouth touching her naked flesh.

"Jesus!" she gasped.

His lips opened and closed on her sweet flesh, kissing and sucking every inch of her abundant tits. His mouth closed over one nipple and she gave a little shout of pure delight. She closed her thighs together tightly as she felt her juices flowing. She couldn't help but feel his hard cock inside his trousers. She reached down and traced the outline of his staff with her fingers.

"Ummm, baby," he said. "That's nice. Play with it. Take it out."

She quickly unzipped his trousers and reached inside to touch his meaty staff. She laced her fingers around his rod and felt it jump in her hand.

"Ummm," she said. "You're all ready."

"Damn right," he gasped. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to slam my cock into your hot little box until you start screaming for mercy."

That was what she wanted. She tugged his thick cock out of his trousers and felt it spring up hard. She touched the tip and her fingers came away sticky. He was already lubricating. His hands went back to her ass and this time he was tugging her tight shorts down. She shivered as she felt the cool air touch her bare flesh, but then she grew hot again as his fingers covered her. One finger slipped between her legs from behind. She could feel him working it back and forth against her crack. Her pubic hair was already soaked with her juice. She wanted his cock. God, how she wanted his cock.

"Fuck me," she said. "I need your big cock inside me. Please fuck me."

She was hardly aware of what she was doing. She wasn't thinking about her husband, or about Marty, or about doing this for money. All she was thinking about was that big hard cock and how much she needed it.

"Fuck," she said more urgently. "I want you to fuck me. Now! Please!"

"I like them to beg for it, baby," he said. "I like it when you beg."

"Then I'm begging," she said. "I'm begging you. Please fuck me!"

Her fingers laced around his cock again and she knew he was ready. He was throbbing with impatience. She ran her hand up and down his rod quickly.

"Come on," she said.

He slid her shorts the rest of the way down her legs. Now only her flimsy panties stopped him and he didn't bother to pull them down. He grasped them in one strong hand and simply ripped the fabric into two shreds.

"Oh God," she said. His strength left her weak and trembling and she parted her legs wide. "Please!"

He didn't take off his trousers. He simply pulled her over on top of him and positioned her so that she was just above his cock.

"You fuck me," he said.

"Oh yes," she agreed breathlessly. "I will."

She slid down easily onto his stiff rod. She opened her eyes wide as she felt that monstrous cock going into her cunt. He filled her up. She ground herself down on him as far as she could go.

"Oh fuck," she panted. "Oh fuck, that feels nice. Oh fuck, I love it!"

"Start moving, baby," he said.

He loved it when they got on top of him. When he was able to make the whores work. This was one hot little bitch with a tight cunt. She started sliding up and down his body, always keeping his thick cock in her snug cunt.

"Fast," he groaned. "Go faster."

She knew he wouldn't be able to last long but she also knew that he would be able to go more than once. She was willing to give him the first time. She started moving faster and she could feel his thick cock growing inside her.

"Jesus!" he yelled. "Jesus, you're tight! I'm going to blow it! Oh Jesus, I can feel it cumming! Oh Jesus, I'm fucking comingggggg!"

She knew it was really good for him. She felt him shoot three times into her snug cunt. She only quit moving when his hips quit writhing.

"Jesus," he said softly.

He was no longer directing her actions but she knew how to get him started again. She came off his limp cock and quickly turned around. She was lying half on him as her lips found his prick. Gently she licked away the last of his juices. She started running her tongue up and down his staff and taking each of his balls into the warmth of her mouth. She didn't think he was the kind of man who could stand that for long. She was right!

She felt his cock growing stiff once again.

"Fuck," he said savagely. "You're the hottest bitch I've ever known. Jesus Christ!"'

She opened her mouth wide and took all of his thick cock into her throat. That was the final straw. He grew completely hard. He grabbed her head with both his hands and started directing her actions once again. This time he moved her head up and down on his rigid pole. She didn't mind. For some reason she found the taste of his cock delightful. She loved it. She would have made him climax that way if not for the burning itch between her thighs. She released his cock and looked at him pleadingly.

"I need to be fucked," she said.

"You're goddamn right you do," he said.

She knew she was really going to get roughly fucked. He grabbed her and pushed her down on her back. He spread her thighs apart as wide as possible and placed his throbbing cock at her cunt entrance.

"Give it to me," she moaned. "I don't want you to be gentle. Fuck me like the animal you are!"

He seemed pleased that she had called him an animal. A leer came to his face. He gave a savage thrust that carried his cock all the way into her. Immediately he pulled it out completely and repeated the same savage thrust. He saw the look of pure lust that crossed over her face. Her lips were curled back showing her teeth. Her stupendous breasts heaved with lust. Her large nipples were like two reddish-brown points.

"God," he said. He started working his cock in and out in rapid thrusts.

"Yes," she said. "That's it. That's how I want to be fucked. Give it to me. Give it to me hard!"

He thought that he had never seen a hotter bitch. She couldn't be a regular whore. She loved a dick too much. Her well-shaped ass was thrusting up to meet his every stroke. She bit her lip until he could see a little line of red. Her fingernails raked his back but he didn't care. He liked to see his women get animal-crazy.

"I can't stop it!" she screamed. "I'm going to cum! Fuck meeee! FUCK MEEEE!"

Her hot juices covered his cock as she came, but he wasn't ready to shoot his cum into her. He waited until she quit trembling and he withdrew his cock. She looked at him curiously.

"In your mouth, baby," he said. "I want to blow it in your mouth. I want you to swallow my cum.

She nodded. He lay down once more and she went after his cock with her hungry lips. She opened her lips on his cockhead and tasted his lubricating fluid as well as her own juices. She began to move her head rapidly up and down his staff. Again she loved the taste of his rod. She went down until she felt his cockhead against the back of her throat.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Suck my prick. Move your mouth up and down. I love it, baby."

She moved both her hands up his thighs and touched his hanging balls. She began to squeeze them gently. His strong hands grabbed the back of her head and she knew he was ready to cum.

"Fuck!" he said savagely.

He thrust up into her throat and released a thick spurt of cum. She swallowed quickly to keep from choking. He spurted twice more into her mouth before he released her.

"Jesus," he said.

She didn't take her mouth away until she had licked his extremely thick cock clean.


Melissa had never been in the county offices. They were the cluster of big red buildings that always looked so intimidating to her. She knew some of the men who worked in the offices and she hoped it wasn't one of them she was supposed to see. She had gotten a phone call from Marty that morning.

"The county offices," he said. "Dress conservative. A pants outfit. Look like a secretary."

He hadn't told her the name of the man she was supposed to see, but he had told her the room number. It took her only a half-hour to get there after his phone call. The clock at the entrance read a few minutes past eight. She took the elevator to the third floor and found room twelve. She knocked softly.

"Come in," a booming voice told her.

She opened the door and walked into a lushly carpeted office. She swallowed nervously as she recognized the man. He was a construction consultant but that didn't mean anything to her except that he was married and a big church member. He looked surprised to see her. He was sitting behind a big desk and he stood up. He was a fat obnoxious man that Melissa had never really cared for.

"Why," he said, "aren't you Mrs. Haig? I was expecting someone, but if you need some advice."

"I don't need any advice," Melissa said.

What the hell, she was thinking. She didn't have much choice in the matter. She might as well get it over with. Besides, she didn't think he was going to do much talking.

He looked uncomfortable. She almost laughed out loud. He was expecting some whorish looking female to walk through the doors at any minute Melissa turned to shut the door and she locked it.

"Mrs. Haig," he said. "I don't understand."

"What's to understand?" Melissa asked. "You asked for a girl and you've gotten one. Or don't you approve of me?"

"You?" His face turned white in shock, but he got over his frustration quickly.

"You?" he questioned again. "You're the girl?"

"Yes," she admitted.

A leer crossed his face.

"Well," he said. "I didn't expect someone looking like you."

"You paid for me," Melissa said. "Now tell me what you want me to do."

She had a feeling that anything he wanted her to do was going to be unpleasant. He walked over to his radio and turned it on. Soft music filled the office.

"It's not exactly bump and grind," he said. "But you can take your clothes off to it."

She nodded. She closed her eyes and let her body fall into a beat with the music. She shouldn't have worn a pants suit for this kind of dance, but it was safer for her to look like a secretary. But it was going to be awkward trying to look sexy stripping off her pants. She did the blouse first. She unbuttoned the buttons slowly and let the blouse fall apart. As she turned and swayed to the music he was given brief glimpses of her large tits confined in her heavy underwire bra.

"Take it off," he said finally. He was gasping for breath as he grew more excited.

She shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse slip off and fall to the floor. She turned her back on him, still moving her ass in time to the music. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She kept iton as she turned to face him once again. He was pop-eyed. He had beads of sweat along his forehead. He was trying to control himself but she could see the raging desire in him. She let the bra drop and he began to lick his dry lips.

"I can't wait," he said. "Strip it off and come over here."

She stopped moving to the music. Rapidly she pulled off the rest of her clothes until she stood naked before him. He licked his lips again. He was sitting on the edge of his desk and he spread his fat legs apart.

"You know where it's at," he said.

She looked distastefully at the fat bulge in his trousers. Well, it was a prick and she liked pricks. She gave him the best smile she could manage. She walked to him and started undoing his zipper. His pudgy hands crept around her body. He started fondling every place he could reach. She didn't like the warmth that she suddenly felt between her thighs. She didn't want to seem turned on to this fat man, but her body was betraying her.

"Ummm," he said. "You must like that. You're getting a little wet between your legs."

She got his zipper undone and she reached inside his trousers for his fat prick. He was huge. She couldn't believe it. A fat man with a really fat prick! She knew she had lost the battle to keep from being turned on. She was already imagining what that big prick was going to feel like.

"God, you're nice," he said. "You're so soft and silken and you feel so good. I bet you can really throw a fuck at a man."

He continued to talk softly to her, using all the dirty words he knew. She tried to ignore his voice as she concentrated on his beautiful prick. She slipped it out of his trousers and gave it an admiring glance. He really did have a beautiful cock, capped with a monstrous red crown that already glistened with a spot of white. She wrapped her hot fingers around the stem and started to massage him. She felt his excitement and his impatience. He was ready to fuck her.

"Where?" she asked.

"Bend over the desk," he said. "That's how I like it. With your ass in the air and that beautiful cunt-hole just waiting for my cock. But give it a little kiss first."

She bent her head and touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. She tasted his sweet cum. She opened her lips and captured the crown of his beautiful cock in her mouth. He gave a low moan.

"Ahhh shit," he groaned. "Ahh, that's fine. Run your mouth up and down my cock."

She didn't want him to cum before she was able to get that beautiful cock in her cunt, but she remembered that she was getting paid for this. She wasn't supposed to get a lot of pleasure from it. She opened her lips wider and took the stem of his cock into her throat. She felt the huge cockhead expanding inside her throat and she knew he was going to cum. He surprised her. He jerked his cock back at the last moment.

"On the desk," he said. "I want you up on the goddamned desk. Now!"

His voice had grown rougher and she thought she understood why. He was one of those men who wanted to see women humiliated. Perhaps his wife gave him a hard time at home and he took it out on the women he hired. She really wasn't in a position to mind anything he wanted to do. She allowed herself to be pushed into the position that he wanted her in. She was face down on the desk, her breasts mashed flat by the cold metal. She felt his hand stroking her hair.

"Bitch," he said softly. "This is where all you bitches belong. With your cunt in the air waiting for a cock. A hard cock. My hard cock!"

She felt his huge cock poke her asscheeks. He grasped it and placed the large head at the entrance to her cunt.

"Now you're going to get it," he said savagely. "Now you're going to really get fucked."

She played along with his game, knowing almost by instinct what he wanted her to say.

"Oh no," she said. "Don't hurt me. Don't put that big thing in me. It'll kill me!"

"Bitch," he said, his voice growing even harsher. "You're going to learn a lesson."

He gave a shove and his large cock went tearing savagely into her cunt. He was so big that he hurt her. She tried to escape his painful invasion but there was no way she could escape. He grabbed her behind the neck with one hand and a handful of her hair with his other. He held her like that as he began a rapid in-and-out fucking of her cunt.

"Bitch," he said softly with each deep thrust.

In a few moments the pain went away and she began to get well lubricated. She felt her nipples grow hard and she started to enjoy his rough fucking. It was not the sort of thing she would enjoy all the time, but now it was exciting.

"Oh Jesus," he said. "I can't control it any more. I'm going to flood your cunt, bitch! I'm going to pour it into your cunt."

He gave a loud groan and she felt his cum pouring into her. It was like someone had opened the floodgates. She kept feeling him grow and spurt into her until she wondered where it was all coming from. Finally he was done. He gave a sigh and she felt his cock escaping from her wet cunt. She was still horny but there was nothing she could do. She had just been getting warmed up when he came. He grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her around.

"On your knees," he said. "Clean me off."

She sighed in resignation as she dropped to her knees and took his limp cock between her lips. She very carefully licked him clean before she stuffed his prick back into his trousers.

"That's all," he said.

She knew she was being dismissed like he would dismiss any secretary. She nodded. She was still horny and angry at his attitude. This was actually the first time she really felt like a whore. She had been used and dismissed. She stood up. She picked her clothes up from the floor and dressed hurriedly. He was sitting back down at his desk when she left.


Sheriff Ted Stettson was confused and angry. He had always prided himself on knowing everything that went on in his town. He knew who was fucking whose wife, and he used his knowledge to good advantage. Sheriff Stettson dabbled in a little blackmail on the side. He kept the county pretty clean except for those few prostitutes who paid him to stay in business. But now there was someone working his county and he had no idea who it was. He wouldn't have known except that someone passed a rumor about calling a certain number. He was determined to put a stop to the new business. He found out the number and a man's name and room number that went with it. Marty Slocum. In twenty minutes Sheriff Stettson was knocking on his door. In another ten minutes Marty Slocum was on his way out of the county. He had a couple of black eyes and some bruised ribs and he'd left all his pictures behind. Sheriff Stettson sat on the bed and turned the pictures over. He couldn't believe it. He'd expected to find pictures of well-worked prostitutes. Instead he found pictures of some of the most beautiful women in his town. Wives and church members. The last set of pictures was of Carli Johnson and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Carli Johnson. How many times had he wanted that piece? Every time she came to town he got a hard-on watching her proud ass and those big tits. And she was a proud, stuffy bitch that he'd known he didn't dare approach. A slow smile came over Sheriff Stettson's face.

"Damn," he said softly. "I'm going to fuck that bitch. I sure am."

Carli answered the phone when he called.

"Mrs. Johnson?" he asked. "This is Sheriff Stettson. I need to come out and talk with you."

"Talk with me?" Her voice sounded alarmed. "Why do you want to talk to me?"

"Something important has come up," he said.

He almost laughed out loud at his pun. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

"I don't think that's possible," she said. "You see, I'm waiting on a phone call."

"He won't be calling today," Sheriff Stettson said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

He heard her catch her breath before he slammed the phone down. He was already starting to sweat just thinking about her pussy. He knew she had to be sweet. And today he was going to find out just how sweet. He wrapped the pictures up and locked them in his briefcase in the trunk. It took him less than ten minutes to drive out from town. Carli Johnson met him at the door. She was really finelooking. Her long hair was combed down to her ass. She wore a loose fitting robe but he caught a glimpse of blue panties when she opened the door for him.

"I hope this won't take long," she said. "I really do have an appointment."

"Fix me a drink," Sheriff Stettson said. "I'd fix yourself one, too. You may need it."

Carli swallowed nervously. She didn't like the sound of his voice. She had always thought him a handsome man, and he looked nice in his uniform. But she'd never liked the way he looked at her, as if he were all the time undressing her.

"I don't think we have time to drink, Sheriff," she protested.

"Call me Ted," he said. "I think we're going to get to know one another."

He kicked the door shut behind him and put his arms around her waist. She struggled as he drew her close. He could smell her sweet perfume and he felt his cock growing stiff.

"Let me go," she said.

"Cut the shit, Carli," he said. "I know about Marty Slocum. I know what kind of operation he had going."

Carli turned white and she quit struggling. He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips.

He released her. "Fix us that drink," he said.

Carli's heart was hammering as she went into the living room. Her hands trembled as she filled a glass with ice and poured in a jigger of Scotch. She didn't fix one for herself.

Ted was standing right behind her when she turned back around. He took the drink and finished it off in two swallows.

"Take off the robe," he said.

He watched her eyes. They were passive, but there was also something else in them. A flicker of fire. She might not admit it but she was hungry for cock. Any man's cock. She had that look. Her trembling fingers undid the buttons of her robe and she dropped it to the floor. She was dressed in bra and panties that did little to conceal her luscious curves.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned and felt his hand touch her ass. He ran his fingers inside her panties and touched the hot skin. Damn, but she was fine. She trembled as his hand caressed her ass. He pushed one finger between her legs into her silken pussy hairs. She started trembling but it wasn't from fear. She was getting turned on.

"Bend over a little," he said.

She bent further over and steadied herself by gripping the top of a table. He ran his finger around the lips of her cunt and was rewarded by her soft moan. He stepped back and unzipped himself. He released his hard and throbbing cock and he pushed it between her panties and the crack of her ass. It felt good there. He just moved his hips for a few minutes, loving the feel of her ass and her silken panties. But he knew he had to control himself. He pulled his cock out and allowed her to stand up straight.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.

"Upstairs," she whispered. "First door on the left."

"Come on," he commanded.

He took her arm and walked with her up the stairs. The bed was already made but he stripped the covers back to the white sh