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Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 01

By: eatoure



Kiki sat leaning back, languidly, on the stool, resting hand on the bar as her cigarette burned. In that position the thin fabric of her skimpy black dress showed off her nice-sized tits, with a hint of erect nipple. The dress was cut low in the bodice, so the man talking to her could see the creamy white tops of her breasts, and it was also cut low on the hem, so that he could see her long, shapely legs and even the inside of her thighs halfway up to her crotch. He couldn't tell yet if she was wearing panties but the absence of a bra was an encouraging sign. 

She was feeling relaxed and in control after three daiquiris. She knew she could handle more alcohol without acting drunk but this was enough for a pleasant buzz that added to the flirtation. Kiki was well aware that the man was undressing her in his mind and thinking how he was going to get her in bed tonight, while he was talking trash about software. 

The good-looking, broad-shouldered young man standing in front of her was six years younger than she was but he didn't know it because she looked so good. The flimsy dress gave her breasts no support but they still sat proud, high, and firm. His dick was aching to get into her. 

The man was going on about how his company's new household inventory app was going to change the way people lived, making it possible and even convenient to keep track of everything in the frig, the freezer, the cupboard, ending calls home to figure out what was left off the shopping list, all the while making comparison shopping easy and fun with continually updated price quotes from all the major retail chains. It was a game-changer for the whole family!

This was a lot less exciting than the last software developer she had taken to bed. That guy had invented a program that took two any two scanned images of a woman, as long as they were taken from different angles, and calculated her measurements and bra cup size from a 3D volumetric reconstruction and comparative anthropomorphic measurements, taking into account the tightness of her clothes, if any. Now that was impressive. By comparison, this was shit. 

Fortunately, Kiki wouldn't yawn in this guy's face. She had not gotten out of bed until noon that day and had even taken an unplanned nap that afternoon when her afternoon lover fell asleep. 

When Kiki smiled to herself, the edges of her mouth turned up slightly, cat-like. Most people did not catch the expression and only her closest friends knew what it meant. Men were so predictable. This guy only knew that she seemed to be hanging on his every word and smiling, so he must have really impressed her with his business smarts, right? Now he had to close the deal – get her out of this hotel bar and up to his room, preferably naked. Well, maybe not. Maybe she was just waiting for him to get to that peculiarly male point in the seduction where he felt he had finally overcome her resistance through his masculine charms. She knew from the moment he bought her that first drink she was going to fuck him. 

One hand was resting on her leg, right on skin, just below her hemline. 

"So," he said, trying to seem like it was a natural break in the conversation. "It's been two hours and your friend hasn't come. Do you want to go upstairs and maybe we could have room service send us up a bottle and some fajitas?" The bar served finger food, and he knew it, but fajitas was not on the menu. If she happened to be a fajitas lover, this was a good come-on, because the hotel restaurant had already closed, so room service was the only option if that was the preferred food selection. However, any pickup strategy that depended completely on a love for fajitas was not very reliable. 

Fortunately, it did not have to be. Kiki was more than happy to play along – in her own way, of course. She made a big show of checking her PDA again to see if there was a text of voicemail message from the imaginary Larissa. 

"That sounds divine! But ...." Kiki's expressive blue eyes clouded for a moment. "maybe instead of going upstairs we could go to my apartment? I've got food in the frig and some drinks, Alf." Alf was his name. He thought her name was Mary. 

The guy was surprised. "Where do you live?" he asked, thinking it would be close. He was leaning over her now, their heads close together. 

Kiki named a street that was on the other side of the college town. The guy, who was just finishing a business trip to Kiki's town, didn't know where it was, so Kiki told him, slightly exaggerating the distances and mentioned a taxi fare that was on the high side. 

"Why?" he asked, shaking his head. As bad as he wanted to get into her he wasn't interested in going clear across town and then having to take a taxi all the way back when he had a perfectly good room upstairs in the hotel. 

Kiki bit her lip and her blue eyes filled with water. 

"There's a problem." 

The software guy straightened up. "Wait a minute. Are you a pro? Are you going to ask me for money now?" He looked mad and he looked like he could be mean when he was mad. At that precise moment, Kiki's pussy got wet. However, this was was no time to enjoy the sensation. 

Kiki burst into tears and sobbed, softly. "What kind of girl do you think I am? You come in here and make a girl feel all relaxed and comfortable with you and then you accuse her of filth! I lost my job, my rent is coming due and I'm $300 short this month, and I don't even have money to go home! This was supposed to be a girl's night out – Larissa's treat to make me forget my troubles! Larissa was going to drive me home but she never came!" This time the sob could be heard by others at the bar. The bartender was acting like he didn't know Kiki.

Kiki didn't have any friends named Larissa, only an acquaintance she didn't really care about. 

The reason that name popped into her mind was that just the week before an old schoolmate named Larissa had looked her up, asking for sex advice. That was very common – by now almost every woman still living in town who had gone to school with her had asked her for advice on something sexual, because of her vast experience. During the course of their conversation, Larissa had shown Kiki her oversize, thoroughly juicy and man-intimidating pussy. (If you find this interesting, read "Between Larissa's Legs.") For the last several days, Kiki had been having fantasies about that Larissa, while she masturbated, not caring much about Larissa's very ordinary sex problems. Kiki wished she could taken Larissa to bed herself that day. 

The guy, who knew none of this, joined her in lamenting the incredible irresponsibility of some other imaginary person named Larissa. He wanted her to cheer up fast because he did not want a scene at the bar. Soothingly, his expression softening, he put his other hand on her other leg, also on skin. "It's ok! Look, I'll give you cab fare to get home – don't worry. I know what it's like to be short at the end of the month! I've been there!"

Kiki choked up with gratitude (but did not make a scene) and soon they were off to the elevator, the bar tab paid in cash to keep it off his hotel bill, which would go to accounting when he got back. While they were walking down the corridor, Kiki stopped for a moment to take off her shoes in order to get "more comfortable", which she did while standing there for a moment, which happened to show off her legs, shapely and long for her height, and her feminine feet. It also made her even shorter next to the man she was with. 

After they left, the bartender noticed that Kiki had left her cigarette lighter behind. He picked it up and tossed it into a small cardboard box under the bar that had "Kiki's stuff" written on it. 

Alf and Kiki, who Alf thought was named Mary, went up to his room, all thoughts of fajitas gone, and when he opened the door with his key Kiki strode forward and looked around. "Oh, this is nice! What a nice hotel room!" as if she had never before been in a room at that establishment. (At the same time, she noticed with surprise that the bed had not been turned down, because she knew that the staff usually did this by 7:00 if nobody was in the room.)

"It's ok, Mary." This fellow, Alf, was a bit surprised that she was so thrilled with a perfectly ordinary, no frills, hotel room. He assumed that she didn't get around much. He closed the door behind him and walked past the bathroom to where the bed was. On the way he got a good look at Kiki's ass for the first time and confirmed that there was no panty line under the skimpy, short dress. 

Kiki turned and hugged him around his chest, to his great surprise! This lady was full of wonderful surprises. "I just want to thank you for being so sweet," she said, looking up at his face. "You are very considerate and you make me feel very comfortable and safe! That's why I came up here with you. I've never done anything like this before."

Alf's chest, which Kiki had noticed was big, broad, and hairless, just like she liked them, swelled with pride. Here he was, Alf the salesman, protecting a damsel in distress. Here he was, also, initiating an obviously naïve young thing into the wonders of spontaneous sensuality. He had found a miniskirted, braless, pantyless innocent in a bar, lost soul who needed both his manly protection and his erotic ministrations. He saw no contradiction in any of this. 

Alf's broad hands could not reach as far down as Kiki's bottom, so he leaned over to kiss her neck and in so doing reached his target. Her ass was not too small, even slightly large for her size, since she was not a large woman. He reached under her dress – which was very easy to do – and each of his hands rested on a hemisphere of firm, warm flesh. Definitely no panties, not even a thong. He kneaded her butt and she giggled. He liked that reaction.

"You're nothing like the other men I know!" she purred. "So confident and self-assured!"

With delicate hands, she pushed him away from her neck and for a moment the guy was afraid that she was going to resist, but Kiki surprised him again. She started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't complain! Her fingers ticked his manful chest as she did this and he looked down to a very nice view of her boobs, creamy skin, blue veins, hard nipples poking through the dress. He could hardly wait to see them naked. He bet they would be very soft to the touch. Then Kiki put her face to his chest and her arms around him inside his shirt and he felt those firm nipples press against his skin through the fabric. He instinctively raised his hands off her butt and embraced her, holding her tight, as she murmured "You make me feel so secure!"

His cock, which had been stiffening for the last two hours, became rock hard and, given the difference in their heights, pressed into her upper tummy as they held each other tight. Then, as if by signal, they relaxed their hug and Alf's hands migrated to Kiki's front, cupping her breasts without preliminaries or subtlety. 

Wrong, he thought. Her breasts are very firm. She must be even younger than I thought. This is so hot! Thinking that, he flicked her nipples with his thumbs, just to show her he was in charge. She gasped loudly. 

Kiki then looked up at him and whispered "Will you be gentle with me tonight?"

That was it. Alf could not stand it any more! He picked her up bodily, and planted a kiss on her mouth while he held her suspended in air and then swept her up and laid her on the bed. In his haste, he had forgotten to remove her dress, which was easier to do standing up, but between her wriggling and him pulling it came off from the bottom up without ripping (a very real possibility) and ended up on the floor by the foot of the bed next to her shoes. 

Kiki was sprawled naked on the bed, a look of simultaneous shock, hungry anticipation, and passion on her face (an expression very difficult to pull off, by the way). Facing her and staring hungrily into her eyes, Alf shrugged off his shirt, unbelted his pants, pulled them off pulled down his jockey shorts, and remembered to take off his shoes and socks. 

Kiki worked hard at watching with rapt attention while this all happened. But when Alf got down to his shorts, she knew it was going to turn out worthwhile. The man was hung! 

Kiki was well prepared for his nine-inch rod. All those hours, for days on end, playing with bigger and bigger dildos, followed by fanatical devotion to Kegel exercises to tone up her vaginal muscles kept her almost virginally tight but able to take any dick she'd ever seen on the first thrust. She was so glad that she had made the effort! It meant that she could just wet herself (Kiki's vagina juiced easily, for which she was very grateful) and relax without having to think about it. She could devote all her attention to bringing her lovers off and then slipping in to a deep, satisfying orgasm herself, even if her lover wasn't that great. 

But this guy was pretty good! As soon as he got out of his clothes his awkwardness ended and in a flowing motion he lunged at her and she was pinned under him. He kept his weight on his elbows, though and started nuzzling her neck and shoulders and kissing her. He worked from her face down her chest to her tits and sucked them hard, getting the nipples as hard as diamonds and then flicking them with his tongue. All the while Kiki could feel his big, nude dick rubbing along the inside of her leg. After a while, he raised up, looked her in the eye, and put the tip of his cock right at her hole. 

He pushed hard and straight, looking her straight in the eye the whole time as his long, thick cock slammed into her excruciatingly tight but very wet tunnel! Kiki let out a muted scream (the walls in this hotel were not well insulated) and cried "This is so wonderful!" while he pushed and pushed until he felt his dick rub against the rubbery ring of her cervix and then push even further. Alf couldn't believe his good fortune! She had taken him all the way and she was just as tight as when they started!

Kiki was enjoying this immensely. After a minute or two, she relaxed her pelvic muscles and let him slide more freely in and out of her but the initial penetration had felt great. It was nice not to have to do any of the work after keeping a grip on the first thrust. He was pistoning awesomely now, pounding her little cunny and hitting all her favorite places. He wasn't much on foreplay, obviously, but she didn't really need it this time. She would have liked a little clit play but she was ok without it. Her pussy had already been feeling primed when they started, a juicy leftover from fucking her afternoon lover. The day guy was a regular who was gentle and sweet but often, like today, left Kiki wanting more rough treatment to finish her satisfaction. This Alf guy obviously had no way of knowing about her afternoon tryst but it had made for a good deal for both of them: Alf got an exceptionally wet cunt and Kiki got the rougher fuck she had been craving. Kiki lay back and thoroughly enjoyed being fucked now by a dominant man with a big cock who knew what he was doing and was using her hard for his own pleasure. 

He thrust away for a long time without changing positions or coming – an unnaturally long time, Kiki thought, although she certainly wasn't complaining. She wondered if he had taken a pill! 

She was taking deep breaths now, as she neared her own orgasm, and her face was near his armpit. He smelled clean, manly and vigorous. Sweat broke out on his forehead (the room was warm) and upper body and dripped off him and right onto her, even on her face. Sometimes when that happened she thought it was gross but this time Kiki didn't mind at all. She was getting close!

Kiki suddenly closed her eyes, tightened her vaginal muscles, her tummy went rigid, her toes curled, she took in a deep breath, her pretty pale chest turned all pink, and slid into a long, deep, reverberating, total-body, cosmically intense orgasm, one of the best and longest she had experienced in a very long time! It churned her inside and took her to someplace out of this world where time was like a ball thrown up in the air, freed from gravity, suspended for a moment, then speeding back to earth, where it hit hard and then bounced, and bounced, and bounced ..... She started to feel like she was floating, coming down from somewhere. 

Kiki suddenly realized that she must have had four or five orgasms in a row – she was multiorgasmic tonight! It must have been all the priming that afternoon, when her lover ate her out for half an hour, unintentionally getting her body ready for the unexpected main event with this new guy! As she came down from the high of these climaxes, one right after the other, she realized that the bed was wet. She had squirted! Kiki was proud of her ability to squirt when she was really excited! It didn't happen often but it was one of the things she liked best about her body. 

Alf had reached the limit of even his awesome staying power. He was so stimulated by Mary (her name, to him)! The way she moaned turned him on so much – she was completely in his power sexually and he was doing sexual things to her body so she would never be the same again, he thought. Her incredibly tight pussy that loosened up a little as he fucked her, but she stayed tighter all the way through than most cunts he knew were at the beginning of a fuck. And so wet! He couldn't believe she gushed when she came! Guys would kill to make a girl squirt and he had done it on the first fuck with this babe! And how hot! She just kept coming and coming and coming..... Not only that but she was pretty and sweet and looked like a china doll and his dick was all the way inside her and he had rubbed against her cervix and .....

His orgasm was powerful and rippled in his groin as he thrust his hips, making Mary (he thought) gasp from the force and then his dick erupted with a gusher of molten creamy hot semen that poured out of him into her deepest body and slushed around her already damp cunt, foaming with his thrusts, pushing out around his piston, mixing on the bed with her cunt water and making a puddle of their body fluids....

He shook his head, causing a more drops of sweat to fall above Kiki's head and on her forehead. He was feeling lightheaded and a bit out of it because his own orgasm was so powerful and mind-blowing. As he came down from the climax, he was aware that his penis had never felt better, deep in this warm, wet, tight channel that received him with such enthusiasm. 

Although Kiki was recovering from her orgasm more slowly, she had come first, so they got over it at about the same time. Suffused with deep pleasure and drowsiness, he let his sweaty body drop onto hers, enveloping her much smaller body and covering it completely. She squirmed and got into a comfortable position when he rolled onto his side and snuggled up to him. 

Kiki loved the feel of semen dripping out of her cunt and she was not disappointed that night. That feeling, plus the naked slide, was why she was willing, even eager, to let strangers come inside her without protection. It was almost as much a turn on for her as the sense of control she felt when she was with a big lug of a guy who could hurt her if he wanted. The game was to control him, so he never would, but the fun was that he could. That little moment when Alf had started to get mad, thinking that Kiki was a hooker, was the moment that Kiki started to wet herself. 

They fucked a second time that night, after they woke up and took a shower together. It was much slower but also very good. Maybe better for Alf, since he came a second time, not quite as hard but very well, and Kiki orgasmed again but only once. 

The sun flooded the hotel room with light when Kiki woke up. She was lying alone in a wet bed that smelled of semen, with a faint hint of pussy. Dried come was sticking to her pubic hair and thighs. She glanced at the hotel radio-clock. It was late in the morning. Alf had said that he had to catch a plane this morning. Maybe he had already left. 


Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 10



Kiki could kick herself around the block for showing Viku Dicae her anus in public and pantomiming anal sex in order to get the ever-tumescent Professor Dicae's attention away from the foxy daughter of the College's biggest donor. Only to find out that the girl was a lesbian!

She had promised her ass for nothing! And now she was going to get anally reamed by the longest cock she had ever seen!

Not that she had a problem with anal sex, but Dicae's cock was abnormal: thin but incredibly long. Kiki had done anal lots of times but never, ever, with a cock this long. Ordinarily, thin would be perfect for anal, but his member was too long. 

Not that it didn't function spectacularly well! His penis had been deep up inside her for hours at a time, in her mouth, down her gullet, deep in her pussy and between her lovely, creamy boobs, where it run all the way between her tits and still enter her mouth at the same time, and she knew it would fill any orifice it penetrated her in and deposit a big, sticky load of semen every time. But it was also long enough to go halfway to her stomach and she just didn't know how she could take it all in the ass! 

Dicae was getting more and more irritated just then at how she dawdled on the short walk from the classroom to the cottage where the College had put him up during his visiting professorship. She had promised him her ass and now she was holding back! He couldn't grab her hand and pull her behind him with all these people around. Even though Kiki always dressed in a loose blouse and short skirt without underwear, they had to keep up the pretence in front of other people that she was just his teaching assistant during his three-week visit. He had figured out her undercover job a long time ago, to keep his cock out of the female students (or, for that matter, the male ones if he was so inclined) by keeping him distracted and sexually satisfied. He played along willingly because she was such a great lay and because three weeks of ravishing her sexy young body suited him just fine! The arrogant, pedantic prick had been pumping her anytime he wanted, day and night for two weeks, like he owned her!

Now, after a week and a half of this, she was "graduating" (as the students said) to giving up her asshole to Dicae and it was all a mistake! The student she had been so concerned about keeping him away from, the one she was giving up her anus to protect, the daughter of the College's biggest donor, was a lesbian!

As soon as they closed the door to the cottage, the handsome but much older professor grabbed her hand. "Shall we make good on that little promise, sweet one?" he asked in Moldovan. 

She didn't understand every word but she got the idea and pulled away and moved toward the sofa. She was so nervous, she forgot her language skills, so she could only say, in her weirdly accented, pidgin Moldovan, "You were wonderful at the seminar! Really got the students thinking! Shall we celebrate with a bottle of wine?." Unfortunately, there was no hard liquor in the cottage, a campus rule. If there had been, she would have belted back enough to dull what was coming. "I need a cigarette." She was stalling. What she really wanted to say was, "Please don't put that long stiff thing up my butt," but she didn't know how to say that in Moldovan. Besides, he wouldn't appreciate it if she said it in English. 

Dicae was in no mood to wait. He said something short and angry, but he said it in Russian. Kiki didn't understand Russian! (Dicae explained later, after they sort of made up, that he had spent three years in the Soviet navy before university, so when he talked about boats, sex, and shit, that was the obscene language he used!

But Kiki, of course, didn't understand Russian slang, or really even conversational Moldovan, beyond a few memorized phrases. She watched, wide-eyed, as Dicae went to the refrigerator and got two slices of bread and about half a stick of butter remaining on the butter dish. What is this? She thought, he's going to make a sandwich now? Then he walked over to her, grabbed her shoulder and turned her around roughly! When she opened her mouth to scream, he jammed the bread in it and pushed her over the arm of the sofa, forcing her to extend her arms in front of her. She bounced on the cushion but before she could do anything Dicae had pulled up her miniskirt, front and back, and had his hands on both her butt cheeks, spreading her just like she had spread herself for him that afternoon!

Suddenly, one hand went away and Kiki felt something cold and soft on her bunghole. Dicae pushed the butter stick half way in and then unbuckled his pants while he leaned over her, taking his time while the butter softened to gaze at the last of Kiki's holes he would violate. The College had set her up to keep me distracted, drained, and away from the students, he thought to himself, so she had taken on personal responsibility for my sexual needs and now I need to ream her ass. 

Oh well, Kiki thought to herself. This is the point where I just let go and let it happen. So she did!

Once he got going, she felt the butterstick being pushed up through her sphincter, smearing and lubricating it, followed by the head of his penis followed by a shaft that slid inside her easily, that she could feel up inside her for a couple of inches, and just kept on going, on and on, more and more length! It was unbelievable how much hard shaft she could feel passing through her tight little butthole and disappearing into her guts. She felt fuller and fuller, stuffed to discomfort in her pelvis and then it seemed in her abdomen. Finally, after the longest penetration she had ever known, she started to feel cramping and a funny pulling feeling in her gut and a wave of nausea, like she was hit in the solar plexus and she thought she might pass out. But she didn't! She just broke out in a sweat on her forehead. She kept the bread in her mouth so she wouldn't scream.

Kiki was gritting her teeth and had her eyes closed. Her abdominal muscles were starting to ache because she found that she could just about tolerate the stuffing if she kept her body perfectly straight, but if she bent her torso the cramping would get worse. And then finally, to her relief, she felt his bloated oversize balls slap against her ass cheeks. Dicae was in as far as he could go! "Marfa!" he said approvingly.

With a big but cruel smile on his handsome, rugged face, Dicae pulled his extra-long schlong out of her a little ways and then rammed it back inside her with full force! Kiki would have screamed but she still had a mouthful of bread. Uncontrollably, she reached back to her butt with both hands to protect herself but this meant that she lost the support of her arms and fell, her body bent at the waist, and she could feel the invasion even deeper now that her trunk couldn't be held straight and every time he pistoned into her rectum they both felt more sensations and it felt even deeper. 

He was dominating her in every way, treating her like property, a fuck toy, like she was a three-week sex slave reserved for his pleasure. But if she was going to do her job, she had to let him! They both knew that Kiki was a decoy disguised as a personal assistant, but Kiki couldn't admit it openly because the reputation of the College was at stake so Dicae took advantage of the fact that she couldn't complain to ravage her! And her butt was his prize and her rectum was the victim! 

On and on, over and over, back and forth, he pulled out and then pushed back into her ass while Kiki sobbed and twisted to give easier passage to the long, stiff invader. Kiki felt like her abdominal organs had been rearranged, the same overpowering, empty-feeling, gut-wrenching, on-the-edge of nausea, cramp-like feeling that she got when someone was fisting her and had her (usually her bi girlfriends did it to her) clenched fist all the way up her vagina, way past her cute little dimpled cervix, and was almost punching her insides they were pistoning so hard.

And then something remarkable happened. The excruciating feeling of being stuffed and the crampy pain from her abused intestines were still there but along with them something was building, a tension in her pelvis and a tingling in her nipples. She was starting to feel twinges of deep pleasure! Dicae's hands on her full breasts and his tweaks to her nipples could barely be felt against the greater stimulation she was feeling. He was handling her boobs roughly, which she generally liked, so roughly that her peasant blouse tore at the sleeve! The pressure of his assault on her ass was rhythmically pushing her cunt into the arm of the sofa, where it rubbed against the coarse fabric, but the pressure was broad, not focused on her clit. It still felt good, even with her butt packed and full to bursting. How could it feel good at a time like this? But it did!

She was building up. The big, long cock in her guts angled forward and she felt a hint of pressure on her G-spot, far away and across her vagina. She imagined that the tip of his cock was poking the bottom of her stomach, making her queasy and lightheaded. 

Then something even more remarkable happened! The more she relaxed and let him ravish her ass, the more her clit stiffened. It came out and started rubbing bare against the sofa. Finally! Direct stimulation! It was all too much!

Then Dicae went over the edge! He grunted, groaned, and bucked his hips HARD and Kiki felt the monster cock swell and jerk inside her, over and over, and she knew that at that moment a huge load of semen was being deposited deeper inside her than she had ever taken it! And his dramatic orgasm touched hers off and with a jolt she started to come!

It was a ragged orgasm! She didn't get it from the usual points of stimulation and she felt like she was skewered on a stick but it still hit her with full force! It seemed to start from where her uterus would be - but why would it if he was fucking her rectum, not her cunt? -- and as it gathered strength there was a really funny popping sensation all through her abdomen and a feeling like her insides were being shoved around. As her internal muscles tensed out of her control, the stretch and the pressure inside her felt even stronger and she felt like she was going through her convulsions inside her guts as much as in her pelvis. And her vagina was pulsing frantically even though there was nothing in it and wetness on the sofa arm under her told her that she had just squirted and didn't even realize it!

She collapsed on the sofa cushion, butt still high in the air pinned by Dicae's cock and locked against the arm of the sofa by his legs. He stayed still, obviously enjoying the heat from her body on his cock and the last few muscle contractions as they rippled through her intestines. 

When he pulled out, he didn't say anything or apologize. He just went to the bathroom to clean himself off and left her lying on her face, with her ass in the air, her pussy juiced and still oozing, and her anus gaping open, revealing the dark pink inside her abused rectum. 

On his way out, Dicae was holding his Speedo swim trunks and told her that he was going for a swim at that great pool across from the Hotel Vincennes, just two blocks away. He was going to be a sight with his monster cock stuffed in that little stretchy sack! 

Her friend, Laura, a fellow townie she had known since elementary school, was the towel girl at the pool and she would love it! Laura was a big girl, built like a tank now but she had just been tall when she was younger, never very curvy but pretty in the face. She played women's lacrosse in high school, until she gained so much weight. 

Gingerly, Kiki pushed herself up. Her anus was still gaping and wasn't closing right away she tried to clench it, so when she stood upright there was goo coming out of her and dripping down her leg. She didn't mind it when glop came from her cunt but it was disgusting coming out of her butt. It smelled like butter. She reached behind her and pushed her cheeks together to hold it in and waddled to the bathroom. 

Fortunately, Kiki always carried a couple of those squeeze-bottle enemas in her overnight kit, because she wanted to be prepared. You never knew who might call and what a sugar daddy might be in the mood for when he called for her! She guessed, correctly, that this was only the first anal penetration she was going to experience with Dicae and there would be many more to follow, beginning that night, when they came back from the reception! She had to be ready for him in her back hole now whenever he wanted, now that he had a taste of her butt and liked it, and also she didn't want to fart the smell of buttered popcorn all during the reception that was coming up in an hour and a half. 

As she had cleaned up the worst of it, she thought of something! Right now Dicae was on his own at the swimming pool, wearing a tight bathing suit that showed off his humongous cock! Danger! Danger! She ran to the phone and called her friend Laura, the towel girl! Laura would like to be a bit of a slut herself, but she didn't look anything like Kiki and not too many guys were interested in her but she would happily put out for any guy who was. 

Laura assured Kiki that she had the matter in hand! Literally! After swimming a few laps, Dicae had started to talk to a couple of women students who were still in the water after swim team practice and who were obviously interested in his package! Laura had already had the wits, because Kiki had told her before about this guy and the threat he posed to the students, to interrupt them, since it was her job to pick up towels. Then she made a joke that implied that he had stuffed his crotch to look bigger! He got mad and pulled down his Speedo to prove himself but the students had already taken off, laughing at him and calling him a perv! Laura then took the matter in hand -- the matter being two rather large but tender balls, to be precise -- and told him that if he didn't leave the students alone she was going to squeeze his balls and make sure his screams would bring security and he would be arrested for indecent exposure! The fact that her hand was big for a woman (she'd never let Laura fist her! Kiki had always thought) and his testicles were tender from ravishing Kiki and filling her with sperm all the time only added to the persuasiveness of Laura's hold on him. That had been ten minutes ago and he had been behaving himself ever since. And she had really enjoyed fondling his enormous cock while she had him by the balls! 

Kiki started smiling again when she heard that, her trademark grin with the corners of her mouth turned up. 

Dicae came back from the pool a defeated man, grumpier than usual because not only had he had stymied in his efforts to seduce the students, but he had been roughly manhandled by the least feminine young heterosexual woman he had ever encountered. Kiki was obviously going to be his only sexual outlet for the rest of his stay. Well, no problem with that, really, because Kiki was a great fuck anyway. She could also take his monstrously long cock in all three holes, whether she liked it or not, and with Dicae having no other sexual outlet for the next week she was going to get it good and often, and that was that. 

In the coming week, the drug store down the street would be amazed at how many bottled enemas one young seemingly healthy and not obviously constipated-looking woman would buy.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 11



The College delegation to send off the distinguished visiting professor from Moldova couldn't go past the airport check in counter – he would have to leave them there to go through security to his gate. There was plenty of time but by then everyone had had quite enough of Doctor Viku Dicae and his critical theory of cultural insemination and the demanding and arrogant attitude that he brought with it. The students were glad to have met him and happy to see him leave, because he was a dirty old man. The President of the famous College, the chairman of the philosophy department, and the director of the program in comparative literature were relieved that, thanks to Kiki, the academic satyr had not left behind a trail of pregnant students, like he had at the University of Caen the year before. 

Only the driver was sorry to see Dicae go, because that meant he wouldn't get a chance to help Kiki in and out of the van anymore and he would greatly miss those upskirt views of her crotch and the whiff of the aroma of her fresh but aroused cunt. Toward the end of Dicae's stay, he had noticed that her shaved, naked pussy looked redder than her usual pink and that there was often a damp spot where she had been sitting in the van. 

Kiki, smiling ear to ear at the prospect of Dicae leaving, was standing with them all, dressed in a miniskirt that was not quite as short as usual but still bordering on the indecent. She didn't need it to keep Dicae sexually interested in her anymore, so instead of a micro-mini worn with no panties, her skirt was just short with no panties, in high heels. It still inappropriate for a young woman to be that close to exposing herself in public at an international airport at 10:30 in the morning, and she looked ridiculous with the peasant girl blouse, which was now patched at the sleeve where he had torn it pawing her during forced anal sex the week before. Passengers were looking sideways at her as they passed the odd-looking group on their way to check baggage or buy tickets. 

A couple of security guards had taken a position nearby, in case Kiki was caught soliciting. If she could be found to be importuning for prostitution, the guards were ready to swoop in, take her to the office that airport security shared with the municipal police department, take her to the back room, close the door, throw a rubber mat on the lunch table, and take turns performing a thorough cavity search for the next six hours, ordering in pizza if necessary, and making a video to show the next shift what they missed and maybe post on PornTube. 

Kiki might not have enjoyed the investigation. She was tired. She was exhausted from sleep deprivation meeting Dicae's needs, her two lower holes and her nipples were sore, her jaw ached, her intestines were churning because of the last enema early this morning, her anus was raw from the last anal fuck they had had before they left for the airport, there was still a rumbling sensation deep in her pelvis from all the orgasms from last night, and she had a lingering taste of cum in her mouth. For three weeks, this man had used and abused her freely, as if she had been given to him as a sex slave, and now he was going! 

But she had done it! Against all odds, she had kept him away from the students, using her body to protect theirs! Of course, the real reason Kiki had been asked to run sexual interference wasn't that the students needed protection from sex, since they were fucking each other like rabbits, but that the College didn't want a scandal that would offend the rich daddies paying exorbitant tuition for their daughters' education and the donors giving the big bucks. 

After Dicae left for the departure gate, the students milled around for a while, laughed at Kiki behind her back. The girls made catty remarks. The guys all pretended to be repulsed by her sluttiness but every one of them was fantasizing about a way to approach her without the others seeing them. They all gave up because she was standing too close to the College President. Their bravado in the face of the obviously unattainable was also meant to cover their fears that even though she was closer to their age, she was so out of their league sexually that they could never handle her, even if by some miracle they ever got in bed with her. They were scared of her slutty beauty, her blatant sexuality, and her obvious experience with much older men. Finally, the students figured out that except for staring at Kiki the party was over and so they left for the hour drive back to town and their protected lives within the campus of the College, where they could all resume fucking each other while fantasizing about her.  

After the students were gone, the President of the College took Kiki aside and gave her an envelope, which made the security guards very excited and caused them to move in closer. Oblivious to this, the President then said to her, stiffly, "The College will always be in your debt for what you have done for us. Here is a gift from a small and discreet group of concerned local alumni. Other alumni out of town have been told of your efforts and there will be more gifts coming as word spreads. Thank you, Kiki, for doing this." 

That was all? "Thank you, Kiki, for doing this."? This was the thanks she got? After she had fucked this pig with a flagpole for a dick over and over again for three whole weeks, in every orifice and deep in her guts, the human horse who dumped load after load of sticky semen into her until she felt like a human condom? And this coming from a President who had cried in his office while he sucked her tit because he was so worried about his own reputation and the future of the College? "Thank you, Kiki, for doing this."? Fuck. 

Oblivious to her reaction and assuming that she was perfectly satisfied to get a very generous monetary gift for her service to the College, the President continued. "Kiki, I'm sorry we can't give you a ride back to town but the chairman of the philosophy department and I have to stay here in the city to talk to a potential donor this morning. I'm sure you understand. You can take a taxi back." 

Sure she understood. She didn't mind paying for her ride back – after all, they had just given her thousands of dollars - but she knew that now that she had served her purpose they didn't want to be seen with her. It would sully their reputation and the prestige of the College if they were seen by their important colleagues and associates going around the big city with a tarted up, boner-inducing gorgeous slut dressed like a demented peasant girl. People would get the wrong idea. (On the other hand, this may have been kind of dumb of the President. Two hours alone with Kiki and the donor, if he was male, would be motivated to sign over his entire fortune to the College.) Anyway, the President and the chairman left Kiki behind and headed to the pickup zone to find their driver and the van. 

The director of the program in comparative literature had driven up from town by himself, because he wasn't going to the meeting with the donor. A pleasant-looking, trim middle-man with thinning brown hair turning white at the edges, he graciously offered to take her back. "Kiki, I'm going back to town – you can ride with me."

"Oh, thank you," Kiki replied honestly. Then, as they turned to go, she said, in an unguarded moment, "I'm exhausted after three weeks with that man. I want to go home, have a cigarette, and go straight to my own bed and get some sleep, all by myself, for a change."

"Well, I thought that maybe we could make a stop along the way, Kiki," the professor replied slowly, stopping in his steps and half smiling. "Get to know one another." Whether he meant his own place or one of the many motels on the highway back to town, it was clear what he had in mind. The security guards who had been trailing them were less than ten feet away from them now and were listening intently. 

Kiki groaned. "Do you think we could maybe do it another day?" Kiki was sore and desperate to get some sleep. The security guards, who were listening closely, were confused about what was happening.

"Oh, I see. A distinguished visiting professor from another country is sexy and you'll spread your legs in a heartbeat for him. But a tenured full professor of comparative literature is beneath you!" he spat.

"No, you don't understand. If you want to get to know me, hey, let's get it right out there, if you want to fuck me" - two or three passengers who were passing by turned to look at her when she said "fuck me" out loud – "I'm ok with that just please not this morning!" But by this time the director of comparative literature had already stomped off, leaving her talking to herself. "Fuck," Kiki said to herself. She headed for the escalators and went down to the arrivals area, where she got a taxi. 

The security guards were right behind her. They were very unhappy because there are no grounds to arrest and interrogate someone who is actually refusing to have sex, even an obvious slut. Disgusted, now they just wanted to make sure she left the premises so that another outburst of foul language would not draw the attention of passengers who might complain to the airport authority about their inaction. 

On the way back to town, the taxi driver kept trying to interest Kiki in meeting his brother, who seemed to be some sort of high-flying pimp in the city, with a high class clientele. Kiki had him drop her off a block away from her building, just to be sure, so he or his brother couldn't find her again. Then she ducked through an alley into the back entrance of her building so that the neighbors wouldn't see her dressed like she was coming back from auditioning for some bad ethnic porno movie. 

That night, Charlie came over to pick her up. By then, she was somewhat rested after a long nap and her trademark smile with the upturned corners was back. It would take her three days to catch up on her sleep after Dicae's nocturnal copulation habits. It would take another week for the organs in her pelvis and lower abdomen to settle back into their normal position. Her pussy, at least, felt almost back to normal but her asshole was sore, rectum still felt like someone had pole-vaulted into it, and her guts were churning from all the enemas. 

Charlie took her over to see their fuck-friends Dev and Odette, who had moved in together in an apartment in a new upscale development for young professionals near the center of town. 

There, over a nice dinner and glass of wine, with soft music in the background, Kiki told the story of the last three weeks and how Dicae had roughly fucked her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, relentlessly, several times a day and through the night until she felt like a bucket under a hose receiving his semen but how she had managed to keep him away from the horny students he would have seduced and, in all probability, knocked up. She pulled up her skirt to show them that her pussy mound was pinker than usual and she showed them how her anus was red and sore and just starting to feel better. (Kiki never wore panties and almost never wore jeans.) As they talked, they casually shed their clothes, as was their custom. 

"Oh, Kiki, what a nightmare it must have been but it must have been so sexy to have this hunky big academic rock star all to yourself and know he wanted you in the worst way and you beat out all the competition and kept him satisfied – what an accomplishment! But you're so pretty and I'll bet he spent all day sucking your firm tits." She was right, of course. Odette always talked that way, a gush of words. Her own tits were big, flat, saggy breasts on her lean body because she had lost a lot of weight to get back into shape, but she didn't mind because Dev loved the way they hung down to the floor while he fucked her doggie style. 

"Well, let's make Kiki feel better," volunteered Dev, and they put a blanket down on the carpet, finished undressing her, and laid her out on the floor, face down first, and started to massage her beautiful but bone-tired body. Odette sat above Kiki's head and massaged Kiki's shoulders and back, so Kiki could inhale the nice, fresh, inviting odor of Odette's moist cunt. Charlie, a big man – a college linebacker, sat uncomfortably on his haunches with a view of Kiki's pussy and ran his big, black hands over her legs, kneading them soothingly and running his fingers up the inside of her thighs to show her how much he appreciated her sexually. Dev kneeled to the side, leaning over and worked the muscles in Kiki's round, firm butt, pausing occasionally to pull the cheeks apart and blow soothingly on her reddened anus. It was heavenly to have her friends give her this healing massage after the sexual rigors of the past week. 

Then they turned her over together – she didn't have to move a muscle – and started on her front. This time Odette let her long saggy tits embrace Kiki's face while she massaged Kiki's breasts and her long brown hair swept across Kiki's chest and face. Dev gently prodded her tummy and belly with his hands, taking great care to caress her softly with strokes over her uterus and ovaries would be deep inside. Dev was getting an erection, of course. Charlie, her regular lover with his big thick cock hardening, ran his fingers up the front of her legs and now was caressing her outer lips. It would take him a while but he then tugged on her inner lips for a while and ran his fingers up and down her slit many times before he put any pressure at all with his fingers on her stiff little clit, which was by then standing up for attention! 

Kiki just surrendered to the feelings as her friends pleasured her and slipped into a cozy, intimate orgasm that rippled through her pelvis and made her thrust her hips, pushing her mound up against Charlie's huge, strong hand. A feeling of warmth enveloped her, like she was sinking into a hot bath, and she relaxed and sighed deeply. She opened her eyes. "Thanks, guys! That was just what I needed!"

Charlie laughed and moved his legs so that he was kneeling instead of squatting. "Well, now I guess it's time for what the rest of us need!" His big, thick black dick was sticking straight out!

Everybody laughed because they knew what he meant. Kiki was rolled over to her side and then back onto her front, still limp like a rag doll she was so relaxed. Charlie lifted her up by the hips and Dev shoved several throw pillows under her so her ass was up in the air. Meanwhile Odette lay back on the floor, tits flopping to either side and almost touching the floor, and scooted her rear so that her pussy was right in front of Kiki's face and her knees were slightly bent. Kiki put her arms under Odette's knees and got a grip on the girl's thighs. Dev cam over, put a throw pillow under Odette's shoulders so her head would fall back, and kneeled over her face. This was something they had all done several times before and they knew how it worked. 

On a signal from Kiki that she was ready, Charlie leaned his massive body forward and mounted Kiki. He opened her slowly, as he always did, and her cunt gratefully received him. It felt good to Kiki to be stretched wide rather than deep, for a change. After years of doing kegel exercises and having nookie with Charlie, Kiki's vagina was well trained. She could take the biggest cocks, in width, she had ever encountered, like Charlie's, and still go back to virginal tightness within a half an hour. But length was another story. Charlie's penis was long compared to most other men but she could take his length easily once she adjusted to his width. But Viku Dicae had been a freak! She was glad that she didn't ever have to put up with that long snake burrowing up inside her again. 

Charlie's huge body completely covered Kiki's body and half of Odette. When Charlie was in to his balls and had started a slow rocking motion, Kiki pulled Odette toward her by the legs and started sucking Odette's juicy pussy. It tasted good and while it may have been hard to keep on top of Odette's clit with all the rocking motion, she found that if she licked in time with Charlie's thrusts she could get her tongue deep into Odette and Odette would keep juicing. Dev had already inserted his nice, normal-sized cock into Odette's mouth and his girlfriend was happily sucking away on it while he contentedly watched the nipples on her tits slide back and forth on either side of her chest. This is what good friends are for, he thought to himself!

The two couples continued this way for a long time. They were comfortable and relaxed, and the pace was slow. Kiki was getting most out of the action, of course, penetrated to her depths by Charlie's huge and experienced cock, and she had already had one orgasm, so she was the first of the four to climb the ladder. Charlie could feel her move her hips against his and he could feel little contractions in her vagina as she clamped down on him and he knew her sensitive nipples were rubbing against the throw pillow. So he took his big arm and, supporting himself over her with the other arm, reached underneath her to press his fingers against her clit. Kiki gasped from the unexpected touch and Odette felt her pause for a moment and then lick Odette's pussy juices even faster. Odette started to get restless and sucked on Dev's dick harder and brought her hand up to touch his testicles while he leaned over and started tweaking her nipples. 

It was a long time to stay in this complicated position but it was comfortable and it brought them off, one by one! First, Kiki started to moan and then shake in wonderful warm, rippling orgasm as Charlie lowered himself to press her down into the pillows with his huge body and angled his cock so that she felt a different sensation while she rode the convulsions of her second orgasm and started spasming around him! That set Charlie off, and with a grunt he thrust even further into Kiki and started to ejaculate inside her, load after load of warm, rich, potent semen deep in her muscular vagina, coating her thickly inside. Pushing Kiki forward pushed Kiki's nose right into Odette's erect, sensitive clit, sticking way out from under its fold and set it off triggering Odette's orgasm, which left the girl shaking on the floor, tits wobbling, and gushing fluid into Kiki's open mouth. Dev, watching his girlfriend go over the top, pulled his dick out of her mouth so he wouldn't get bitten and watched the scene, stroking himself. 

"Boy that was great!" they all agreed when everyone but Dev had finished coming. Kiki flopped on her back again, bent her knees and spread her legs, showing her cunt overflowing with Charlie's creamy spunk. 

"Odette? Do you want it?" she asked, knowing that the long haired, long-titted girl loved fresh creampie! And sure enough, Odette got down on her knees between Kiki's legs, lowered her head and began to slurp at the yummy mixed juices of Charlie's come and Kiki's vaginal secretions! Dev, knowing his place, moved behind Odette and mounted her, pistoning in and out of Odette's pussy while Odette ate Kiki out. Charlie sat this one out, sitting on the sofa with his half-erect cock, the last drops of come oozing from the tip, while he watched the show. Odette had another orgasm and Dev could feel her become looser and wetter around him. Then Kiki had her third and she was lying there coming out of it, a sheen of sweat all over her chest, when Dev suddenly felt his coming ejaculation. He pulled out of Odette, who was just lapping up the remains of Kiki's last squirt.

"Kiki!" Dev cried, "On your tits!" and he scrambled to her side just in time to let loose with five or six health loads of fresh, steaming semen that arched over Kiki's chest and landed on her boobs. She had just had time to move her hands out of the way while they landed. Now she brought her hands back and started rubbing the cum into her skin of her lovely white tits and chest.




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 11



" Let me clean you up", said Odette after she had recovered, and she started licking the sperm from her own lover off of Kiki's chest. 

"Well, Kiki," asked Charlie, "how do you feel now?"

"A whole lot better!" And she smiled her peculiar smile, where the ends of her mouth curl up. 



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 12



Not long after Viku Dicae went home to Moldova and in so doing gave her back control of sex life, Kiki started seeing Wistler on the side. Like her other lovers, Kiki got generous gifts from Wistler and expected more, but the relationship was turning into more girl-friend/boyfriend than slut/sugar daddy. 

Wistler often told Kiki that: "Your unrestrained supply of sexuality and my unlimited demand and desire for you is defining the equilibrium point of my life!", which is about as romantic as you can expect from an economist. Kiki became the focus of the man's deepest thoughts, his preoccupation, his obsession, the erotic impulse that kept him alive as a sexual man while he spent his day toiling to teach and to make his intellectual contribution to the "dismal science", which his colleagues increasingly believed was profound. The young economics professor was feeling rebellious himself now that he had tenure and his academic job was secure. His career was, assured, he thought, and he thought he had little to fear from approbation by his colleagues, in a department where sex with Kiki had already become a regular social event. Wistler had fantasies of a long-term relationship with her, emulating Keynes' relationship with his ballerina life, to the envy of his colleagues. After all, hadn't Keynes, the great economist, lived a scandalously dissolute life? (Well, yes, but Keynes was rich, upper class, mostly gay, and indispensable to his country. Wistler was none of those things.)

Wislter thought, quite simply and correctly, that Kiki was beautiful. He knew she was good in bed – the best he'd ever had or dreamed of! He had fantasies about her, fueled by the rumors of what she had done to keep Dicae sexually satisfied and away from the students. He lusted after her responsive and sexually expressive body the way a superb musician lusts after a particularly fine instrument. He admired her free spirit and her willingness to play the role of slut in a society where that role was not always valued. It seemed to him that this gorgeous young woman who made him weak in the knees was a sexual rebel, like he was a rebel against the orthodoxy of economic theory. She was living life on her own terms and rebelling against the conformity of the modern age. That's what he wanted to do! What if they could settle into a modern open relationship, live together but have sex with anyone they chose? Everyone in his department would envy Wistler because, although they already freely fucked his wife on numerous occasions, she would go home with him at night (more often than not, he hoped) and he would have that gorgeous body anytime he wanted (he was getting way ahead of himself in the fantasy department now). For this dream to come true, he was showering her with expensive gifts he really couldn't afford (he worked for the College, after all, not an investment banking house like Clarissa Aptos). But the amount he was spending on Kiki from his academic salary was, to him, an investment in a future relationship with the woman he was coming to adore. In short, he had fallen in love with the town slut. 

From Kiki's point of view, on the other hand, Wistler was a nice, good-looking guy, a good vanilla lay, who gave her trinkets. She liked to have sex with him. Other than that, she didn't think about him much. 

When she did think of him, there was one thing in particular about Wistler she really liked: his penis! That's because it was normal size, about six inches. Years of disciplined kegel exercises combined with her natural attraction for well-endowed lovers gave Kiki a fantastically versatile pussy. She could take a cock that was huge all around, like Charlie's, let it stretch her every which way, and after it was out of her it only took her a half hour or so of working her cunt muscles to bring it back into shape again, ready for the next lover. (Wide was no problem – length over a foot long was a problem.) Or, if her lover was smaller than normal, all she had to do was tense up her pelvic muscles and it felt just fine, tight for him and fine for her. Wistler was nice because his dick was entirely normal and that meant that Kiki could take it without strain, feel tight without any effort, get off on it because it hit all the right places, and not have to work to get her pussy back in shape after they were finished. Kiki had sex a lot, of course, and she put a lot of effort into doing it well. Sometimes, though, especially when she was having a busy week or a parade of ambitious or demanding lovers had marched through her bed, she just wanted to get laid without having to work too hard. Wistler's penis was just great for a slow, leisurely fuck. 

In general, Kiki did not like her lovers to stay overnight, because then they might meet other lovers who dropped by. So when Wistler started hanging around her like a puppy, she either made him go home soon after breakfast or she spent the night at his place. She remembered the first time he took her to his apartment – how bare it was, nothing but books and Ikea furniture but also how masculine. Only a man could live there. Paper were everywhere in the front room, covered with math formulas and graphs and tables of statistics. But that didn't matter. The bedroom was free of clutter, spare, furnished in black and white, and immaculately clean. In the middle of the bedroom, under a mirror that had been installed on the ceiling, was a big bed, where Kiki spent almost all of her time when she was in his apartment. 

It was there that Wistler usually took her after a date. Kiki was not used to real dates. Sometimes they stayed in town and went to dinner and a movie or sometimes a College drama department play or a concert of some entertainer on the college circuit. This often didn't work too well, because it was a small college town and Kiki had grown up there, so they were always running into people she knew and who knew that she was the town slut or men who she had sex with and who made it clear that they wanted it again. When she was with a boyfriend, this was a little awkward, so they often went to the city, an hour away, and did something there , like a show, a candlelit dinner at an expensive restaurant, or perhaps a really special concert. Once they went to see Lady Gaga.

Wistler had a certain routine he liked to follow when they made love. He brought a sense of chivalry that marked every sex act he performed with Kiki. He usually began by telling her how nice she looked in her clothes (even when she was wearing her boldest slut fashion) or how beautiful she was or asking if she was comfortable. He began this way because she really was beautiful and he really did love the way she looked. Then he would make some intimate gesture, like brushing the hair off her face or stroking her leg. He would stare into her eyes and then he would kiss her, soulfully, deeply, and without tongue, at least at first. Then he would hold her tight and tell her how much she meant to him and when he released her he would kiss her again. 

This was all very strange for Kiki – she wasn't used to that at all but she liked it. It gave her goose bumps and made her heart flutter. The only problem was that it was so slow. It made her a little impatient. But at that point he would begin to French kiss her and to unbutton her blouse or dress, if she was wearing one. Since Kiki rarely wore a bra, once her top was open there would be no obstacle to fondling her or kissing those perfectly shaped, creamy breasts with broad pink areoles and little nipples, which by then would be hard under his fingers. He would take it very slowly from there, stroking her and undressing her as he went, always making sure that she was comfortable and warm, until by some means or other she was lying on her back. He would find some way to put the palm of his hand over her mons, giving her gentle pressure but not too much. Usually she would sigh and he would kiss her on the mouth one last time before nibbling at her front all the way down until he reached her pubes. There he would pause, position his face above her, kiss the insides of her thighs, breathe deeply the intoxicating aroma of her sex, kiss her prominent and pretty outer lips, tug her long and elegant inner lips gently with his teeth, and lap at her elegant pink hole as, invariably by this time, she began to juice. He would spend a lot of time worshiping her pussy this way. 

She would moan and arch her hips, pushing against his mouth as his tongue pushed deep into her. Wistler could spend hours, it seemed, exploring her pink folds and rippling labia and changing scents and she enjoyed the long, concentrated, selfless oral pleasure that only he gave her.

Kiki had a very pretty vulva, it was true. But sooner or later, he always honed in on her jewel, that warm and responsive pearl that would come out from under its little hood to meet his tongue and lips. He would suck it into his mouth and pull on it with his lips until it was stiff as it could be and then he would flick it with the edge of his tongue. He took care to lick all around it, too, so that the stimulation was not always directly on her most sensitive spot and he watched her breathing and her little movements to follow her arousal. Sometimes he put two fingers in her, curling them to stroke the sensitive front wall of her tight channel, and felt her soften and moisten while he licked her beautiful, responsive clit. Sometimes he wrapped his pursed lips around it and sucked it in with short kissing pulses, pulling it out as much as if it were two inches long and he was stroking it with his fingers. 

Other times, he would offer her his erect penis and she would hold it, stroke it, fondle it, and put it in her warm mouth. It felt just right when she sucked him in, because it was large enough to reach back to her throat and felt really good on her tongue but didn't choke her. Sometimes she did this while she handled his testicles and sometimes she put his testicles in her mouth, one by one, while she stroked his cock. A few times he came from it all and ejaculated into her mouth and she would patiently suck on him until he was finished, then lick him clean and start over. 

They would usually progress to sexual intercourse at this point, and Wistler's favorite position was missionary. This may seem conventional and boring but he loved it because when he mounted her he could see the expression on her face, and then he could watch her, kiss her and fondle her creamy, soft tits while they fucked. Her favorite position was cowgirl, because she liked to adjust his angle so the tip would rub along her G spot every time she pulled him out and reinserted his dick – it was just the right length for this! But that doesn't mean that they didn't like doggie for the depth of penetration or other variations as the mood hit them. And when it did, they might change slowly, let the heat die down, and climb back up again from a lower point, maybe even taking a break to lick one another, or for a 69. 

Maybe what was unusual in their love making was that they got into the habit of interrupting it. They fucked like they were in no hurry and would stop, start, and would usually readjust several times before one of them would reach climax. The purposeful made their orgasm so intense, the buildup so great, the ladder so high, that when they reached orgasm Kiki could feel his ejaculations like squirts deep inside her and he could feel her contractions like a fist grabbing his cock. If they were lucky enough to orgasm together, they would hold each other, covered in a fine sweat, feeling each others' heartbeat as their breathing slowed back to normal and their bodies floated back to reality. If they came separately, one would help the other along to a vocal, explosive peak and then be helped to the same a few minutes later. 

For a long time after they climaxed, they would hold one another and experience an intimate moment, with his cock softening inside her and the secretions flowing out of her hole and the warmth of their bodies together. She might clean him with her mouth. He might get hard again. They would fuck at least twice. 

This was all so unusual, so foreign for Kiki. 

Wistler was so different from her other lovers and their impatience to get themselves off in her. Wistler made love to her. Other men fucked her. The type of man she picked up at bars, and there were still a lot of them, went straight for the penetration and expected her to keep up the pace.

Wistler, of course, was falling in love. And what was there not to love about the beautiful, shapely blonde with her special and mysterious smile with its turned-up corners? After all, every man who met Kiki wanted to take her to bed and she went with most of them. Wistler had started out admiring that, loving Kiki as a free spirit. Slowly, though, Wistler found himself daydreaming of an monogamous relationship with Kiki. Someday, maybe they would even get married, maybe naked on the beach – but not until they had lived in sin for a long time and scandalized the neighbors! 

There was only one problem. She didn't feel a sense of love for him in return, only appreciation for the way he treated her and a good feeling about the sex. Wistler achieved great results bringing her off with his normal-sized dick that didn't leave her all stretched out for the next guy and pacing himself so that her needs came first. That was nice. It was nicer when there was a next guy. 

Actually, there was a second problem – she kind of liked it when the guy took control. She loved the feeling of controlling the situation but for her the climax (at least until orgasm) was the point where she would surrender to him and let him do what he wanted to her! That was a big turn-on. 

There was also a third problem, so maybe it was inaccurate to say that there was only one problem. Kiki wasn't about to give up all her other lovers. She loved her fuck friends like Charlie, with his huge dick! (With Charlie, she couldn't take on a next guy until her cunt muscles settled back into position – he expanded her so much she wouldn't feel his penis flopping around.) And she certainly had no intention of getting married. 

One day Wistler picked her up carrying an invitation to a faculty party at the President's mansion in three weeks! "This will be like an engagement party!" Wistler chuckled, "because we will be showing the world we are together, a real couple!"

Kiki wasn't at all sure that this was a good idea. After all, she had had sex with a whole lot of the professors and administrators over the years. She had been the slut pulling a train for many of Henderson's sex parties for the economics department. She had been the prize at a very exclusive "seduction party" who had been "won" by the President himself, which is how she came to know him so well. She had been the teaching assistant and obvious sex companion of Viku Dicae, the visiting professor from Moldova. She had a reputation. Everyone in this town where she had grown up knew her as the "town slut". Didn't Wistler think that dating her in public was risky for his own reputation, his career, and for relations with his colleagues?

Of course not! Wistler felt invulnerable because he had been granted tenure. They couldn't fire him! And why would they care that his choice of a girlfriend (maybe a wife? – no it's way too early to think about that!) was a promiscuous little tart? Wistler was thrilled to be seen in public with her! "Let the old farts eat their heart out," he would say, "because the most beautiful girl in the room is leaving with me!" he would say. This time, Kiki would add in her mind. 

And so it happened that Kiki found herself dressed in a very elegant, demure black cocktail dress with a plunging décolletage but cut to just above the knee, which was a very long hemline for Kiki. Her hair was perfect, her manners impeccable and her makeup was subdued. As a symbol of respect for Wistler, to show that this was a social event, not a pickup opportunity, she even wore panties. 

When they arrived at the big house where the party was held, Kiki began to feel intimidated. Funny she had never felt that way when her body was on display at Henderson's parties, when she knew in advance that many of these same people were going to grope her and ravish her and use every part of her body for their pleasure. Now she was meeting them as equals, as Wistler's date. 

The crowd was distinguished-looking and so well dressed! In appearance, Kiki should have fit right in, so pretty and young-looking that she could have passed for an older student instead of a faculty girlfriend.

But the reaction when she walked through the French doors into the elegant sitting room was something else. Suddenly, the buzzing conversation stopped. The first familiar face she saw was Doctor Ghislain, who was standing next to an attractive woman nearly the same age, who Kiki guessed was his wife. Ghislain turned white and looked away from her. The President of the College was there in the back, standing a head taller than the other guests and looking in the other direction talking to someone. When the noise from talking abruptly stopped, he looked toward the door, saw Kiki on Wistler's arm, and scowled. His wife was by his side, skinny, brittle-looking, severe, an expression on her face like she had just smelled something. Doctor Lipschitz was there with Clarissa Aptos, the lesbian banker, who wore here beautiful hair severely straight and wore a beautiful pink gown the color of Kiki's vagina, a detail that was not lost on the many guests there who had seen it up close. Both of them just stared at Kiki.  

Undaunted, Kiki held her head high and endured the ragged start up of conversation again, knowing that it consisted mostly of confused wives and clueless men, many of them unattractive and therefore of no interest, asking their partners and companions "Who is she?" and the confused, hesitant responses of stories being made up. Wistler was ignoring it all and acting as it everything was normal, but nobody was answering him when he spoke to them. Doctor Henderson sidled up next to Kiki and whispered "Are you crazy? Is Wistler stupid? Take my advice and leave now." 

She and Wistler retreated from the room, seemingly to find a drink, but their path crossed that of the austerely beautiful Clarissa, who paused in front of Kiki and growled under her breath "You have your nerve!" 

The rest of their time there did not go any better. Wherever they went in the house, conversation stopped and confusion reigned. Men in the company of their wives desperately avoided making eye contact with Kiki, which only set off suspicion and more questions about who she was. None of them were willing to admit that they knew her but everyone who did acted like she knew them and they were trying to hide. 

The night was a disaster!

The chairman of the economics department went up to Wistler while he was separated from Kiki for a moment and told him he wanted to see Wistler in his office on Monday morning. The chairman of the philosophy department frowned at him and shook his head, while the man's pretty but scatterbrained wife had her head turned in another direction. The director of the program in comparative literature seemed livid with anger, for some reason Wistler couldn't figure out. His friend who taught in the religion department wouldn't speak to him. Even the bartender acted surly. Every once in a while an argument would break out in the background and a wife would shout at her husband. 

They got home to her place around midnight after a thoroughly hideous evening. Usually they stayed at his place but that night they wanted to hide, they were so embarrassed. They were frustrated, humiliated, angry, and resentful. Wistler was scared for his career and the experience had confirmed everything Kiki had always believed about the stuck-up College crowd. The students looked down at the townies, especially her, now that she had shown what she was capable of sexually, and now it was clear that the faculty looked down at her too. 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 12



"You know," Wistler said wistfully, "maybe we shouldn't have gone." 

"You think?" Kiki responded. She had taken off her dress now and was pulling her rarely-used panties down. "I know something that will make you feel better!" she chirped brightly and bent over at the waist to touch her toes. "Want to do me?" Her pretty little vulva was pink and inviting from behind. "Don't be gentle with me tonight. Give it to me rough – we need to work off a little steam."

Wistler grinned through his pain. "Do fish fuck in the ocean?" Actually fish don't fuck, exactly, but that was beside the point. He positioned himself behind her and plugged her hole, figuring that it would be a novel way to get started. Fortunately, Wistler was not a tall man and with his feet far apart he could insert himself into Kiki and fuck her standing up. She felt warm, cozy, familiar, and inviting to him. He held her hips for a long time as she leaned back and he thrust into her but it was clear that Kiki was in an uncomfortable position, bent over the way she was. By now, Wistler had grabbed her wrists and that was helping her stay bent over with his prick buried in her. 

Wistler whispered "Let's move to the bed" and started to pull out.

"No!" Kiki cried out. "I want to be fucked hard and I want to feel the strain in my legs! I want to prove something to myself! I want to hurt and do it in an awkward position because I want to do something they can't do because they're old and soft and flabby and stiff and can't do what we're doing now! I want to outdo those fuckers with their superior attitude at something I can do better than any of them can!" Fortunately, Kiki was in great shape. She had been a gymnast at school and was very flexible. 

This fuck was certainly different! Wistler was an amateur athlete and liked a game of pickup basketball whenever he could find one but his own legs were starting to burn now. Pretty soon, he started to feel like his legs were going to give out! He gritted his teeth and sweat started to form on his forehead. He started to imagine that he was fucking the whole lot of them at the College, showing them what a real man can do!

"That's it! Right there! Fuck, let me go!" Wistler let go of her wrists but she would have fallen forward on her face if he hadn't grabbed her by the shoulders. Her awkward posture had kept the muscles in her pelvis tense and that changed the feeling while Wistler thrust in and out of her. It was a new sensation, a novelty, and Kiki liked it because she liked to change things around in sex. She was close to an orgasm but she wasn't quite there yet and she thrust both hands between her legs, grabbed Wistler's balls with one hand and started frigging her clit with the other. That did it for her! A huge orgasm ripped through her and pulsed around Wistler's cock, which had been rock-hard and deep inside Kiki for so long now. Kiki was making a lot of noise for this late at night! 

Because Kiki was holding his nuts while she was orgasming standing bent over, Wistler had strong interest in keeping her from falling forward! First he held her by the shoulders, then when her writhing made her slip out of his hands he grabbed her upper arms, and then when she straightened up a little he wrapped his arms around her and held onto her by her tits. She was cumming for a long time, it seemed – much longer than usual and Wistler wondered if she was really having multiple orgasms that were running together. And the thought popped into his mind that the noise that Wistler was afraid the neighbors would complain when all of a sudden, his own orgasm hit him!

He forgot how much his legs were hurting as he thrust for the last time and exploded in a powerful gusher of semen, a huge load, repeated five or six times while his iron-rod dick was still buried deep inside Kiki and gripped by the contractions of her own receding orgasm. It took a long time for him to empty his nuts into her!

After he did, Kiki slumped to the floor, on her hands and knees, pussy gaping and dripping, lovely tits hanging down and dripping with sweat. She could do nothing but stare at the floor for a few minutes while she remembered who she was, where she was, and what just happened.

Released from her clutching vaginal muscles, Wistler stood up, almost stumbled, and dropped to the floor cross-legged, behind and slightly to one side of the best fuck partner he ever had. While his mind was clearing, he looked dazedly at Kiki's cunt as his own fresh semen oozed out of her. The wonderful, erotic smell of fresh sweat, aroused female secretions, and potent semen filled the room. 

"What just happened?" Wistler asked, after his wits had come back after the postorgasmic haze. 

"You fucked me hard and it felt great!" she replied, simply. "Sometimes I like it rough. Well, usually I like it rough."

Wistler frowned, his mental capacities back. "But I've always been gentle with you before. Didn't you like it? I love you and I wanted to pleasure you!"

Kiki shrugged. Might as well get it out now. "Look, I like you a lot and I like having sex with you. You're a nice guy." Wistler noticed that she didn't actually say I love you back. In fact, she wasn't using the word love at all! "But I'm used to a more aggressive type of guy, that's all. Sometimes when you stroke me or feel me up it tickles. I like to be grabbed and pounded! Then I let go and let the guy do what he wants to me." There. She had said it. 

Wistler was crushed! "But, I cherish you and I want to be kind to you." He sniffled. "I want to live the rest of my life with you! Let's move away from here – I'll get another job!"

Kiki had sat down and was leaning back on her hands. The semen was still oozing out of her cunt but she didn't mind. It felt good to drip. 

"You know that's a dumb idea! You're a big rising star! I'd just drag you down if you did that! Besides, you're a nice guy and for all the things you say about accepting me as a free spirit, you don't really want that!" Kiki was getting to the heart of the matter now. "I'm going to tell you the truth, Doctor Wistler. We can't go on like this. I need my space and you need to settle down with a girl you deserve. That's not me."

For Wistler, this was the worst night ever. He was ostracized by the College, despised by his department, humiliated in front of his colleagues, and he was still losing the girl! His dick was shriveling up under him. 

"But Kiki," Wistler pleaded. (Kiki hated it when men plead.) "We are so good together! I want to make love to you the rest of our lives! Where will I ever find someone like you?"

"Well, right now, in Chicago, but pretty soon over in the city." Kiki said, matter of factly. 

Wistler was confused. "What? Kiki, please don't make fun of me. I haven't done anything to you to deserve this kind of treatment." He was starting to get mad, which was healthy under the circumstances. 

"No, no, no. Let me explain." Kiki was not at all upset, which bothered Wistler more than her words. "You want to have a relationship with me for the rest of our lives? You want a girl that is as good as me? You want a nice girl who deserves a nice guy like you? Easy. You can hook up with my sister."

Wistler was speechless. 

Kiki continued. "That's her on the left." She nodded to a picture on her dresser, showing a very pretty woman, looking about 19, with a youthful face just like Kiki's but not quite as filled out, and a figure that was just slightly smaller in the chest than Kiki. "Her name is Petronela. She's still young, growing into her body. She'll look just like me when she's my age, and we both look like my mother, except that my mother had bigger boobs at my age."

"But Kiki, it's you I want! I want to make love to you, not someone like you! And she's so young!" Even as he spoke, Wistler's penis gave a little spasm. Then another. 

"Who said you had to give up having sex with me? We share. My mother used to say "keep the nice guys happy and in the family!" (Well, it sounds better in Moldovan.) When you marry into our family, you get all of us." Kiki watched Wistler's mouth drop open. "I want the best for my sister and you are a very nice guy – too good for me but just right for her. She's young and you're almost too old but you'll treat her right and she'll give you the best blow jobs you ever had!"

Wistler looked thoroughly confused, as if what she was saying did not compute. "Blowjobs?"

"That's her specialty!" Kiki said proudly. "When I came of age at 18," she explained, I started having sex with older men right away, soon as I turned 18, because my mother had a lot of visitors down here. They were friends of the alderman. She knew them from Chicago and when they were down here they always looked her up." 

Wistler was not following the story, not at all. 

"But Petronela grew up here, after we left (it's complicated, like my mother Marjorie had to leave Chicago before the news broke about the alderman – anyway that's old history) and then she moved back with Petronela (we call her Pet) when things cooled off. When Pet started to go with boys – in other words, when she became sexually active (when she turned 18, I mean), there weren't as many older male friends around to break her in right like there was for me, so she started hooking up with guys her own age. They bored her – she likes older guys - but she found that she really liked the taste of cum in her mouth and young guys sure can produce it! She learned to give fantastic blow jobs, to keep them spurting, and to bring them off twice in an hour. But she likes older men better when it comes to penetration, because they use their cocks better and know how to love better." 

Wistler couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

"Anyway, she's starting at State this fall, so she can be close to me but she'll live on her own for the first time! When she gets here, I'll set you up!"

Was Kiki really pimping out her sister? Wistler wondered. This was too weird but he had to admit that Kiki's sister was hot! The idea of a girlfriend in her teens when he was in his thirties made his dick hard. 

"You'll love her! She's not exactly like me and my mother – she loves sex but she's not a slut. She wants kids and she wants a stable life. She'll meet you and I guarantee it will be love at first sight! She's a sweetheart and you're a hunk, just not quite right to fit with me. She's more your type, even if she is really young. And if you two hit it off, you can still have me and it'll be fine with her! Heck, when you're in Chicago, you can screw my mother, too!" She grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 13



Kiki called his office very day for two weeks straight but couldn't get past the secretary to the President of the College. It was obvious that the President wanted nothing to do with her. She chalked it up to the really bad decision to go to his party with Wistler, letting him show her off as his date in front of all the faculty members she had been fucking for years and who, of course, were there with their wives. Not a smart thing to do in retrospect, but it meant so much to Wistler. Now that bad choice and the furious reaction of his colleagues was probably going to drive him out of the College, tenure or no tenure.

Finally, she called on a day when the secretary was out and got a substitute. The poor girl took Kiki's name, accepted that she had had prior business with the President, and made an appointment with him for her two days later. There followed a call on her voicemail asking if it could be rescheduled (for a century from now, probably) but Kiki ignored it. 

When Kiki arrived at the Administration Building, the President's regular secretary was furious at her for going around her! Even though Kiki was dressed very demurely, in a long skirt and high-necked blouse and was wearing a bra, the attractive but formidable middle-aged secretary glared at her with hate in her eyes! She must have known what good Kiki had done for the College, using her own body to draw the randy visiting professor away from vulnerable students. Kiki thought, maybe she was the President's mistress and felt threatened? (That was not true. The President's mistress was a secretary in another building.) Either that or it had to be a moralistic thing. 

The President called Kiki into his office early, maybe because he didn't want anyone to see her in the waiting area. He spoke to her very formally and looked displeased. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had fucked her at a party a year ago or had sucked on her tits while crying and enjoyed a blow job from Kiki just two months ago, when he thought he was in trouble. 

"Kiki," the President began, before Kiki could start talking. "I told you that more gifts would be coming and you got them," and it was true. Envelopes stuffed with cash gifts from grateful alumni had been deposited in her mailbox since the distinguished Doctor Viku Dicae left campus. "So I don't know what more you can ask of me."

"Mr. President," said Kiki, not quite knowing how to address a college president, especially one that she had once sucked off, "that's not why I'm here. I got all the gifts and I am grateful. The alumni have been very generous with me. I do think I earned it but I am quite satisfied." 

"So why are you here?" The President was stone-faced. 

"Because with all these money gifts and what I've saved up, I'm all set. Now when Dicae was here," she practically spat out his name – he had screwed her butt off and it was never the same again – "I sat in on his classes and the seminars he wanted to sit in on, because I had to be close to him." This was so she could run sexual interference with her own body if he started making moves on the coeds. "I understood just about everything. Really. And I got good grades in the year and a half I went to State." State was the public university in the nearby city, where all the townies went. Obviously the students and the faculty at the prestigious College looked down on State, but it was really an ok school. 

Kiki took a deep breath. "So what I'm asking is that I can pay my own way and I have the grades so will you let me go to school here?"

The President stared at her for almost a full minute, so long that the hair stood up on the back of Kiki's neck. "Kiki, are you serious?" he finally said. 

"Yes." the young woman squeaked. 

"Impossible!" he exploded. "You're not prepared! You can't qualify to be admitted! You must be joking!" The look on his face told Kiki that it was hopeless. He would block any possibility of her getting in. 

"Is it because I'm promiscuous?" Kiki asked, boldly. 

"Well," said the President, guardedly, "promiscuity is not the issue. And the College" here he was speaking as if he were the entire venerable institution, "appreciates your service in taking care of the needs of a certain visiting professor." The visiting professor from hell, he could have added, if he had seen him Kiki's point of view. "Promiscuous behavior was a great help in that situation. But it would create certain....problems if we admitted a known whore into our academic community, especially when all the students know about you. Can you imagine what the parents and donors would say?" Then again, the alumni had said what they thought, hadn't they?, with thousands of dollars in cash gifts to Kiki in generous appreciation for her sexual services to the College. Now that was never going to be an article in the alumni newsletter!

Well, they might be standing in line, Kiki thought to herself. The parents might appreciate that Kiki was a sexual lightning rod, diverting attention away from their daughters. The donors might be all too happy to get a little nookie and a flattering comment about the size of their dick to help them decide on the size of their gift. You didn't mention the faculty, Kiki thought, half of which she'd already fucked. The other half was gay, straight females or men she hadn't gotten around to yet. 

"Excuse me sir," Kiki said with exaggerated politeness. She had nothing to lose and no more illusions. "You are wrong in your use of words. I'm not a whore. Whores do it for money and the john knows up front what it's going to cost. A whore does it for business, fixed price. Sluts do it because they like it, and if a guy enjoyed our company and our body, he can be as generous as he wants. We're sluts, my kind of promiscuous woman. We do slutty things in pubic and in bed and guys reward us for it. They love their wives and girlfriends but that's all the time because it's a relationship, built on trust and love and support. With us it's different. Guys love us when they want to, not all the time, and they don't want to support us as much as they want bragging rights, so they give us ridiculously generous gifts which we keep, bank, sell, or pawn. That's me! It's important to keep these things straight for tax purposes."

The President stayed silent after Kiki's long explanation. He had nothing more to say. 

As Kiki got up to leave, the President broke his silence. "Kiki, I would appreciate it if we didn't see any more of you on College property again."

So now Kiki was not only rejected, but she was banned. Nobody from town ever got into the College – it was a class thing more than a money thing. People from town worked for the College, they didn't study there. And Kiki was the town slut! The College community was happy to fuck her and share her and pay her to use her own body to protect their own virgins (so they thought) but they wouldn't dream of sitting next to her in class. She was promiscuous and working class. Their students may have been promiscuous but ..... well, it was different for them. They were just having a youthful adventure before settling into their upper and upper middle-class lives. 

Kiki didn't care if the secretary stared at her as she walked out because her dream of making a breakthrough for the townies was over. 

At the entrance to the College's Administration Building, she took out a cigarette and lit up under the No Smoking sign. She grinned her trademark smile tightly, with the ends of her mouth curled up and her lips tense, defiant.

Kiki was normally a very upbeat, positive person but she was thoroughly bummed out by what happened. Her brusque treatment at the hands of the President just brought back her resentment at the College for just throwing alumni money at her and expecting her to go away after she tore up her guts satisfying their pervy visiting professor's ass fetish. Enemas to clean her out and Dicae's monster cock to fill her back up. Semen in buckets deposited deep inside, over and over. Her bowels didn't get back to normal for a week. No consideration. The College thought it was all OK if they threw a few thousand dollars at her. But they showed no respect for what I was doing for them. No appreciation. Kiki was spiraling down into a deep, black funk of resentment. She was not her usual self. 

When Kiki was feeling blue, she naturally went to sex for relief. A good fuck would bring her out of it. Damn, she thought. She didn't have a lover booked for the rest of the day, for once. OK, maybe she should just go back home and masturbate. Shit, that seemed lame. She could do better than that. One thing she knew, she needed a drink. She headed toward her favorite bar. It only took her a few minutes to walk the short distance to the Hotel Vincennes but the walk cleared her head. She arrived feeling slightly better but very horny. 

She decided that she needed a diversion, something light and fun, to keep her spirits up, like talking to a man trying to pick her up. Even though it was still afternoon, she sat down at the bar, nodding to Stan, the bartender. He immediately produced her favorite daiquiri and she practically chugged it and ordered another. While Stan was making it, she went to the ladies' room. There she unbuttoned the first three buttons on her blouse, took off her bra, took off her skirt, and rolled the top three or four turns before she put it back on, so it came halfway up her thigh. Then she went back to her stool and her drink and handed Stan her folded bra, since she didn't carry a purse there were no pockets in her outfit. Stan shrugged and tossed them into a box under the bar labeled "Kiki's stuff".

About an hour, or two daiquiris, later, a well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit and an expensive tie carrying a scuffed up, boxy black case walked into the bar and sat down at a table. He put the case down on the floor. He noticed Kiki and smiled at her. He was good looking, older, with blonde hair that was graying at the temples. There was something vaguely familiar about the man but she couldn't place him. Maybe she had seen him here before. He got up and went to the bar to order his drink and stood next to her while the bartender, who was studiously ignoring Kiki and who Kiki no longer called Stan, made it. 

"Hello," the man said. "You are very pretty. My name's Luke."

Kiki was sure at that point that her time here would be well spent. She liked his type. 

"Pleased to meet you! My name is Kat!", she lied. 

She wasn't exactly his type, but she was close. For a long time, Luke had always fallen for a certain type of woman, a tall blonde with stringy long hair and humongous boobs the size of Lake Michigan, but it had never worked out. His ex-wife was like that but she left him. Why even have a type when nobody who looks like that wants to hook up with you? Well, types are overrated. The most erotic experience he had ever had in his life was in Tokyo with a mysterious, tiny skinny girl much younger than he was, a few years back. (If you find this interesting, read "Naoko".) That girl had been the opposite of his usual type and he had been looking ever since for someone who thrilled him as much. So, what's a type? An ideal or just something that we fantasize? Now he had run into Kiki and his type didn't seem so important anymore. 

This Kat girl (really Kiki) was more beautiful than his usual type, anyway, and more than enough. She wasn't very tall, her hair was neat, her legs were slender and pale, and her tits were creamy and veiny and nice and round but proportionate to her body. They looked scrumptious without a bra to hold them. She gave him an erection just looking at her. 

Luke was wearing a suit. When he leaned forward and then leaned back, the puff of air from beneath his jacket carried a warm, clean, manly scent with just a hint of fragrance. It made Kiki lightheaded. She knew all about pheromones and realized right away that his were acting powerfully on her, more powerful than another daiquiri. Making her aroused. Making her juice up. Making her pelvis get ready. Making her want to receive him sexually. 

Kiki asked him what he did, he answered that he repaired very sensitive, complicated equipment. 

"Not many repairmen wear a suit like that," she replied sarcastically, referring to Luke's natty appearance. "Aren't you afraid you'll get you shirt dirty or grease under your fingernails?" Luke's hands were exquisitely manicured. Kiki wasn't trying to be argumentative but she wanted to show this alpha male that she was a match for him, in his league, not a pushover for everything and anything he said.

"Well, Kat, it's special equipment, advanced technology. I'm here to repair a device that they use here for cutting edge electronics research."

"I didn't think the College had an engineering school. It must be in the physics department." There. She had shown him that she was smart, could reason something out. She had won his respect. Now that he realized she had a brain, she could go submissive on him any time she wanted and safely let him take the lead and control the seduction. 

"Excellent deduction!" he acknowleged. "Yes, and I have a degree in physics. The equipment I'm working on was specially-made for them. The next frontier is to use subatomic particles for computing. That's what they're working on. They seem to have figured out a way to trap them, to hold them still long enough to put them into some kind of a structure. Now the technical problem is detecting what state they're in without changing it and losing the information." 

"You mean like bosons, gluons, and muons?" Kiki said, charmingly, carefully forming her mouth erotically around those rich, succulent vowels. "You're describing the Heisenberg principle – uncertainty and the measurement changes the state and all that." Kiki had taken physics during her year at State, before dropping out. 

Luke nearly fell off his bar stool. "You're very smart, Kat." He almost asked her how she knew about all this but then thought better of it. It might sound condescending. So instead he asked her, "So, Kat, you like physics?"

"I certainly like hard body interactions," she responded, still pretending her name was Kat. "And if I were a subatomic particle I would want to be a bottom-type quark!"

"Well, if quarks are what you would like to be, I'd like to be the top that annihilates you." Score one for Luke! Subatomic particle jokes were few and far between but he got that one off. 

"How very strange you should say that," lobbed Kiki back. She leaned closer to him. "I'd like to go down on your hadron!" (A pun for hardon – well, you probably knew that.) Two for Kiki! Or Kat. Whatever. 

Luke was floored that she could keep this up for so long. "Well, I think you have a wonderful boson," he said, referring to her bosom, and left it at that. 

Kiki did not try to best him again, even though she had a killer lepton pun, because if she said it he might go from respecting her wit to being intimidated by her. That would defeat the purpose completely, which was to get him in bed with her and motivated by consuming lust to please her as well as himself. The man was fabulous! A gorgeous man who worked with his hands for a living but wore a very expensive suit and was also smart, funny, erotically charged and could dominate her with a glance – how sexy is that? She wanted to copulate with him. She wanted him to use her body. She wanted this man inside her body.

They chatted for a while longer and drank another drink each. Kiki had got to the bar first and so was way ahead of him. He was still sober but she was feeling delightfully uninhibited and very aroused. She twirled her hair and looked at him sideways. Her skirt had revealed more thigh, pulled up discreetly while Luke wasn't looking, and she was leaning forward whenever she had the opportunity, so that he could see at least the tops of her unfettered creamy, erotically veiny, well-formed firm and high breasts. She was thinking about ways of unbuttoning the fourth button on her blouse and making it seem like an accident when circumstances intervened to make it unnecessary. 

Luke knew he was close, so when a small crowd of noisy office workers came in the late afternoon to celebrate a birthday, he suggested, as nonchalantly as he could, that they take their next drink upstairs where it would be quieter. They could get daiquiris from room service. 

"Oh, Mister," said Kiki coyly. "Are you inviting me up to your room?"

"I guess I am!" Luke admitted. "Is that a problem?"

"Only if we waste time talking." He settled the bar bill for both of them and took the arm of the woman he knew as Kat. Once she was standing he noticed that there was something funny about her skirt – she had rolled the top so that it was shorter on her leg. That was promising! He steered her to the elevator. 

Thirteen minutes later, Kiki was lying in his bed, stripped of her clothes, as he lay naked above her resting on his elbow kissing her face and neck, holding her face in his strong hands. His penis traced a curvy line on her thighs and soon left little dabs of precum where he would oozed his excitement on her. Her erect nipples rubbed against his masculine chest. She reached up with her hands and rubbed her erect nipples on his chest from underneath. She took deep breaths inhaling the air from under his arms and around his neck and it was like laughing gas to her. He smelled like a healthy male with a slight hint of aftershave but there was something mixed in the background that screamed sexual dominance! Kiki was practically panting, she was so aroused by him. 

Luke took charge of her body. Without hesitating, he asserted his right to control her body and the unfolding of the sex act. When he got to her tits, he fondled them firmly and deeply, with big but callous-free hands, and pulled on Kiki's erect nipples until they were sending electrical impulses to her crotch! He nibbled up the side of her neck and stuck his tongue in her ear and all the while she could feel his fine, stiff penis dribbling on her pelvis and leg. She flexed her knees as he drew his legs between hers and opened herself as much as she could without splitting apart. Now she could feel his penis dangling, knocking on her door, and she had every intention to let him in. 

But before that happened he surprised her by planting a big kiss on her mouth, while he held her face in his big hands. The kiss was almost tender, deep, and he held back inserting his tongue until she asked for it by pursing her lips and sucking. She was curling her toes in excitement now!

He shifted position and reached down between their legs to position his rock-hard cock in line with her hole. With a grunt he thrust upward and into Kiki, who moaned and tilted her pelvis up a bit in greeting and to angle his cock forward to hit right on her G-spot when he thrust. They got a rocking motion started and his stiff member seemed to propel her up another step of the ladder every time he pushed himself in. She had her eyes closed and focused on the incredible sensations in her cunt. He was focused on her reaction, listening to her breathing, watching the flush of her skin, paying attention to the little quivering contractions in her tight pussy, and he changed his moves accordingly, helping to boost her higher and higher, while getting powerfully aroused himself. After several minutes of this, he realized that she was getting close to the edge. Time to move it into high gear!

Luke abruptly spread his legs, pushing hers out, and grabbed her hands, pulling her arms over her head in a gesture of domination! She gave no resistance and only gasped as he kicked up the pace at least twofold, his pelvis slamming against her pubes and his testicles swinging up to hit against her tight round butt! He raced ahead himself because he knew that Kiki was more than ready and would slip over the edge by herself in a moment. Time to take care of himself. 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 13



Luke's aggressiveness did it for Kiki! Although they had not been fucking for long in time, he had taken her miles in sexual distance and she was ready to pop. It came as a convulsive, gut-wrenching, pounding orgasm from deep inside, as if it came from the tip of his cock. 

On the second wave of Kiki's orgasm, Luke erupted in a furious climax, flooding her cunt with thick cream that churned inside her and frothed as it was oozed from around his dick! It was powerful, potent semen and the feel of it and the sensation of his cock ejaculating inside her set Kiki off on another round of contractions, a second orgasm that merged with her first!

He remained firm for a while after his cum and stayed on top of her. Kiki pleasured herself by sliding up and down on it by tilting and shifting her pelvis. Moving underneath him this way rubbed her excited nipples on his chest. She inhaled deeply to get the fresh smell of their sex and his body – she couldn't get enough of it. 

When they finally came apart he held her in the bed, letting her lean against him with his arm around her while his other hand stroked her very wet pussy, smearing the juice around her pubes and keeping her clit thrumming. She gasped several times, because her clit was still sensitive, but she loved that he just did it, just took control of her pussy and her body. 

Kiki got up and washed herself for her own comfort but Luke didn't care. On her way back from the bathroom, Kiki noticed the letters "LC" stamped in gold on the black case. That must contain his special tools and instruments. They fucked a second time, this time preceded by a long, sloppy oral sex. 

Then they went at it again, doggie style, and had another set of orgasms before they paused. It was early evening by then, so Luke ordered up dinner and more drinks, because Kiki was losing her buzz. Then they fucked again but it was getting harder and longer to achieve climax and Luke's final ejaculation was thin and watery. It was 9:00 when they ran out of steam.

Luke flopped over on his back and muttered "Marfa, marfa!" under his breath. The spunk was cooling and drying on his penis. 

Kiki sat bolt upright. "What did you just say?"

Luke turned his head. "Marfa! It means cool or good. I say that sometimes because my mother was always saying it. You were great! I thought we were very good together!"

"Yeah, I know," said Kiki dismissing his compliment. "But that word you used - you said marfa!"

"Yes. It's, uh, Romanian. My family is Romanian, or was, sort of. I was born here. Actually in Chicago."

"No, that's not right. The way you said it – you sort of rolled the r. You pronounced that word like a Moldovan!" 

Luke got up on his elbows and looked her straight in the eye. "How do you know about Moldovan? Nobody knows the difference between Moldovan and Romanian unless they're Moldovan! Moldovenesc!" 

"Luke, what's your name?" Kiki had a panicked look on her face. She knew his last name started with a C. This might not be good. 

"What's yours?" he challenged back, on the verge of anger. Then he relaxed a little. Something was weird butit wasn't her fault. "My given name is Lucian. My friends always called me Luke. I don't know if I should tell you my last name."

"It isn't Comeaga, is it?" Kiki asked.

Luke stared at her. "Who are you?"

Kiki flopped back on the bed. This was way more than she could deal with! Her stiff nipples still pointed at the ceiling, her secretions were still drying on Luke's cock, and Luke's cum was still congealing in her pussy but the world had just changed for both of them. Still, she made no effort to get under the covers or to hide herself from his gaze. 

"I'm your niece, Katrina." Kiki said weakly. What the hell was this about her family, that they seem to gravitate toward shared sex? 

Luke swore under his breath. "Mă laşi în pace!" he exclaimed, using a phrase his mother had often used, not believing her at first. "You mean I just fucked my niece? You just fucked your uncle! This is terrible! That's incest! It's against nature!" His mind was racing, doing the calculations of kinship. Was Katrina actually his niece or his first cousin once removed? He wanted to know exactly what their relationship was called. But in the end it didn't matter. Any family member was too close. He had just committed incest. After a moment, however, he had to admit the obvious. He said, "But it was still great!"

Now it was Kiki's turn to swear. "Fuck! This is so weird. To think I have my own family's DNA sloshing around inside me, probably getting inside my womb. But you're right, it was great!"

Deep in her heart, she wasn't sure it was incest. After all, he was her uncle, not her brother or a parent. Sex between cousins wasn't considered incest in most states, so why would this be? She lay there for a minute longer thinking about this. 

"How's Aunt Afina?" Kiki asked after a long period of silence. 

"Fine. She got her real estate license." Luke paused. "How's Petronela?"

"Good! She graduated from high school last year and she'll come down here to visit and then attend state come this fall." 

Kiki paused, then continued with more news about her sister. "She's sexually active now and gives it out to boyfriends but she's nowhere near as promiscuous as I am - or as we are, 'cuz I'm guessing you do this all the time, like I do. I think she'll settle down. I'm trying to set her up with an older man who wanted to marry me." 

Luke didn't know quite how to respond so he stayed quiet. The enormity of what he thought of as their incestuous deed was still sinking in.

After another period of silence, they talked more about their family, this time about things that had not been discussed for a long time. How Kiki's mother Marjorie had been more or less shipped out of town before the scandal with the alderman broke. How before that his family had thrown Marjorie and the girls out when they found out she was so promiscuous and had become the politician's mistress, and then lost touch with the "black sheep girls", as his family called them. How Marjorie and Kiki's sister had moved back to Chicago a few years ago but Kiki had stayed in town. How Petronela, Kiki's sister, was moving to the nearby city to go to college in a few months. And now the family had reunited. Without knowing it and at the crotch. 

"Well," said Luke. "What's done is done. We can't undo it, incest or not."

"Well, it's already done, isn't it. And it doesn't matter if we did it once or three times – what's done is done. Besides, we didn't know." 

Silence. Kiki was starting to feel an itch in her groin, like her pelvis was recharging for another orgasm. Fucking a member of the family. Her own uncle! That was hot! It was like something her mother would do!

"By the way," Luke asked, interrupting her reverie. "You are on birth control, aren't you? I wouldn't want to knock you up seeing as how we're related." By then his cum was no longer oozing out of her vagina and dripping on the sheet. 

"No," said Kiki, listening to Luke gasp in horror and thinking that it served him right for not worrying about her earlier, before he knew she was family. "But don't worry. I'm infertile." This was technically true, but surprising for such a young woman to admit. She wasn't going to tell him she had had her tubes tied long ago, even tho the doctor didn't want to do it on someone so young. But she knew perfectly well that she was going to be extravagantly promiscuous, like her mother, and she didn't want to raise kids, so why take the risk? 

"Well, in that case, I guess it doesn't matter if we do it again." His dick was stiff again. The idea that he was doing it with a cousin once removed maybe half his age appealed to the perv in him! 

Incest is a turn-on. Who knew? Kiki thought to herself! Besides, sex with an uncle probably isn't really incest - not like fucking a brother or a parent - but if he thought it was and it made them hot, it was ok with her. She lay back and opened her legs again. She grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up.

Luke got on top of Kiki and inserted his newly erect familial penis into her distantly related vagina and they mixed up their DNA a couple more times that night.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 14



Kiki sat chatting and smoking with the owner of Tea & Scones, a tea parlor with outdoor seating in a strip mall across the street from the entrance to the town's biggest shopping plaza. It was only 9:53 in the morning and nothing had opened yet. The remains of Kiki's first daiquiri of the day sat drying in a delicate teacup, served in that unusual vessel because the tea parlor did not have a liquor license. 

They were talking about Kiki's reversal of fortune recently, how she had burned her bridges with the College faculty and got the President mad at her and how she wouldn't be invited to entertain at their sex parties again anytime soon. Kiki was upset at one level but she still grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up, because she also saw the humor in the grim situation.

Kiki's short skirt was hiked up around her hips to give her beautiful shaved pussy an airing in plain view but nobody could see her crotch from the street because she was facing the building and the parlor was empty. Kiki's upper body was in the shade of an umbrella and protected from the summer sun, still rising in the sky. Kiki never sunbathed and rarely stripped down at the beach because she didn't want to age the pale, delicate complexion of her face or the creamy, veiny, almost translucent skin of her succulent breasts, but she liked for her slender legs to get a little sun for color because they were naturally so white. 

Quinlan sat across from her, facing the street to make sure that nobody surprised them, and watching for their old high school friend Odette to come by. She was dressed in a long, dainty white frock with a high neck, a hemline down to her ankles, and lace trim. Like Kiki her knees were spread, her dress was pulled up to just below her knees, and her crotch was open to any breeze that came up between her legs, but because her dress was much longer than Kiki's, people on the street could not see up her skirt to bright red stylishly-decorated shaved pussy underneath. 

Both Quinlan and Kiki believed that a woman's crotch needed air to stay clean and healthy. It certainly worked for them! Between them they must fuck three dozen men a week but their pussies always smelled fresh and tasted good.

Quinlan was an old friend of Kiki's from high school, like Odette a fellow townie, but much more aggressively bisexual than Kiki or Odette. She had a killer body with a strikingly narrow waist over generous hips and almost as stunning a face as Kiki. But Quinlan had tough-looking green eyes, a red-headed biker chick. Outside the tea parlor Quinlan usually dressed in a tight black tee-shirt that showed off her C-cup tits and their hard nipples and leather pants or black leather chaps she wore riding with her biker boyfriend Long Dong Silver and their pals. She liked to wear the chaps with nothing over her crotch at night or with her pussy barely covered by thin black panties during the day. This attire was in stark contrast to the frilly napkins, lace, and bone china of the tea parlor, which served little finger pastries and clotted cream with 32 different varieties of tea. 

When Quinlan worked at the tea parlor, she took out her visible piercings and wore a virginal white dress with long sleeves that concealed her tattoos. As soon as the parlor opened, she would go in the back and put on white cotton panties, so if there was an accident nobody would see her shaved crotch and her clit hood ring with the dangling chain where she usually hung a bell. She changed the bell every few weeks and they were getting bigger and heavier since the original little silver tinkle bell. The one she had dangling from her pussy now was brass and an inch in diameter. It made her walk slowly, with a sexy swing to her hips. 

Once the tea parlor opened, Quinlan would stop smoking, so the few legitimate customers who wandered into the generally empty tea parlor would not catch her doing something unwholesome.

From a business perspective, the tea parlor did not appear to be a particularly promising venture. Not surprisingly, a very proper tea room was not very popular among the hip college crowd, although quite a few clueless parents and alumni wandered in when they visited the College, especially during homecoming week, because it looked so quaint. It would have been quaint, except that it was used for money-laundering by several motorcycle gang members and was a useful cover for drop-off and pick-up for pot distribution. The commissions for both earned Quinlan's tea room a lot of cash off the books, a steady stream of laundered cash they could pass off as revenue for open use, and more weed than she and her friends could smoke. The ironclad rules were, everything out of sight and no dealing on the premises! That was why Quinlan worked there most days – to keep a steady green eye on the gang's business. 

Their friend Odette was going to join them this morning and then she and Kiki were going shopping at the big mall. Odette, their old and formerly bosomy friend, came bopping down the street, turned into the entrance in the fence around the open-air seating, and sashayed toward their table. 

When they were all in high school together, Odette had started packing on weight – her family tended to be fat. She had a little face and soon it looked even smaller as her cheeks got puffy. Her boyfriends encouraged her at first, because a lot of it went to her breasts and they became huge and she shook all over very pleasantly when she had sex. But her weight got out of control and the boyfriends went away. A few years ago, when she was well over 300 pounds, her doctor told her that she had to lose weight if she didn't want to end up sick for the rest of her life or dead. Determined and driven, she went through a tough medically-supervised program and lost pound after pound, shrinking down to half her former weight and looking pretty damn good! And she always had beautiful chestnut hair and now it was down to her waist.

Except for one thing. Odette lost so much weight in her boobs that they looked like deflated balloons, hanging empty down her chest all the way to her bellybutton. She was planning to have them fixed by a plastic surgeon when she met Dev, her boyfriend. Then she learned that there are men who love saggy boobs and who get off on playing with them! Now she wouldn't think of changing them and even wore scoop necks to show them off!

"Hi, guys!" Odette greeted them, a big smile on her pretty face. "You'll never guess what happened at the office today it was just so awesome I was sitting there finishing a real estate contract when this guy comes in and he says he's from the Nuszsaecker organizations – you know who they are?" She tossed her head to get her long brown hair out of her eyes. 

Her friends nodded. Nuszsaecker was a household word among the hypersexual, the sluts and studs who form the high-frequency minority that pulls up the average in acts of coitus per week in every survey of sexual behavior done in America. A long time ago, the Nuszsaecker organization was the largest pornography outfit in the country. Many magazine titles, videotapes, sex aids, plastic figurines, erotic ashtrays, you name it. For a while they were experimenting with video discs (Kiki had never seen one) where the viewers could choose an ending (choice of where the cumshot landed). They even had a television station once that you needed to buy a special converter to receive porn films. (It was on a UHF channel in Los Angeles in the '70's.) Then it all went downhill.

Kiki kept her mouth shut. She knew all this already. Kiki knew that when old Nuszsaecker died, there was a problem with the family ownership, they lost business because of internet porn, and now the companies in the group were struggling. However, because old Nuszsaecker had seen the competition from the internet coming, they had already started selling off its magazines to suckers who thought dirty magazines would go on forever. They had amassed a huge fortune in cash and started to put it in real estate. (If you find this interesting, read "Emily's Enterprise".) What was left of the porn business was a much smaller operation, which they kept going to focus on CDs. That was going down too, what with almost everything available on the internet free or really cheap, so they were looking for the next big business model. The question everyone in the business was asking was whether they would ever invest their money back in porn but the reality was nobody would ever put that kind of money into porn again. Right now, the industry was fracturing into amateur sites, advertising vehicles for phone sex, and feature girls publicizing their strip club tours, with no room for high-quality production values. She knew this because Charlie told her and because she had actually met the CEO of the Nuszsaecker organization who running things when the crash was going on. She shuddered at the memory of that drug-addled sleazy perv. 

"Well, it seems that they aren't doing so well these days selling porn but they still have a lot of cash so they're looking to invest and they want to start a new on-line porn network but they also wanted to figure out what the guy who took over Nuszsaecker was planning to do before he died, 'cuz apparently he was brilliant in product development and a real perv but died before telling anyone in his own company what he was going to do. They changed the name of the company to NutsCo." 

Kiki didn't want to say anything but Odette had it right. She didn't tell her two friends that she had once been a party favor, a sexual gift to close one of Charlie's deals with this guy. Nothing came of it, tho, because he died. He was a far-gone druggie and probably overdosed. But he had told a few people about his plans and she heard him. He had told Charlie, while she was sitting there in a hotel room with the bodyguard watching them, about to be handed off to this guy for sex. She overheard him from the bathroom, too. And she didn't like what he had in mind, because he was going to exploit girls from the town (like her and her kid sister), kids in trouble (youngsters who acted immature even if they were of legal age), and students who failed academically. She decided to keep quiet about what she knew. Charlie didn't like her talking about his business to anyone. 

Odette continued in her usual stream of consciousness. "So they came to our office 'cuz one of our agents had handled their purchase of that big white elephant building the guy bought and they wanted to interview me to see if I knew anything and when they saw me without a bra they freaked out! They loved my tits! Wanted an audition right then and there."

Quinlan was intrigued. She had her hand in her lap and was discreetly rubbing herself through her white, virginal dress. "How did they audition you? Was it like the old casting couch routine?"

"Yes, exactly!" squealed Odette. "It was so cool! They had me take my shirt off and show them how they swing when I walk and how I can suck on my own nipple and throw them over my shoulder and almost tie them in a knot! The first guy, a tall white guy with a nice long cock, tried me out in the back office with a titty fuck and he got so excited with my floppers folded over his dick that he creamed all over my face and then this black guy with a yummy cock took me doggie style and now they're going to do a bunch of videos of me getting fucked from behind with my big old floppy boobs swayin' and my stiff nipples rubbing the carpet and it'll be part of a premium website! They want me to do lots of breast fucking with my tits wrapped around the longest dicks they can find and they want lots of shots of guys coming all over my floppy tits and me taking it on the face and rubbing the cum all over and under them and letting them slip through the fingers of guys fondling them because they'd be so slippery. They asked me if I did bukkake and I said hell yes! And if I get knocked up and start milking they said they'd make it worth my while to do a preggo series!" She was finally out of breath. Her long brown hair stirred slightly in the morning breeze. 

Her friends were very impressed! "What's the website?" Quinlan asked. 

"It's called Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet! They call if HFI! I'll be in at least one new video and gallery every month. They said they'd be in town another two days finishing up their work and they're staying at the Hotel Vincennes and if I know other sex freaks here in town, they'd like to meet them and audition them anytime." Odette paused for a moment while something popped into her mind and then she started talking again. "You know, when I was fat everyone liked my boobs 'cuz they were like big water balloons but they had trouble fucking me because I was so big around. They could hardly get their cocks into me because my thighs and my belly were in the way. And they kinda lost interest when I got up to my worst weight. You don't know how great it is to have guys get horny when they look at you again and want to fuck you and you can receive and get penetrated again without a big production." Odette had a catch in her voice, showing her emotion and relief over being sexy again. "I just never knew it could be like this again!" She sniffed. 

"That is so cool!" Kiki said, patting her friend's hand. She didn't know whether Dev was going to go for this. He tended to like his privacy, being a well-known dentist in town. Having gangbangs and swapping girlfriends was one thing, but would he want some pornstar guy with a longer schlong than his screwing his long-titted girlfriend while her tits wobbled and swung on camera? Kiki didn't think so, but it was Odette's relationship. She turned to her other friend. "Quinlan, they'd love your pierced pussy!"

Quinlan looked around. Seeing that there was nobody close by, she pulled up her billowing white dress way up so that the two women could see her piercing – the ring through her clit hood with the chain and the little silver bell on it that dangled between her legs and kept the chain in position to give her clit a little rub and a tug when she walked without panties. Sometimes she would wet her panties at work because of it. The bell tinkled when she walked nude but nobody could hear it when she was wearing clothes. The effect on guys when they saw her piercing was electrifying – their boners doubled! They couldn't help tugging on the chain and making the bell ring and she loved the way it pulled the hood up on her clit and gave it a little stimulation. Besides, her long-dicked boyfriend loved the feel of stuff on the outside rubbing up against his dick as he was slipping it into her warm pussy. 

Quinlan also had labia that hung down under her mound by about an inch, bright red, and with her red hair and florid complexion the effect was striking. Guys liked to look at her crotch curtains and tug on them with their fingers but they liked most of all to suck them into their mouth. For Quinlan it was more than foreplay, because she could cum just from this. When guys took the time to give her righteous head she found she could be multiorgasmic before insertion and it was even better because she'd be all sensitive and wet and ready to pop again when they finally mounted her. After giving her friends a good look at the cooter she pulled her dress back down. 

While she was exposing herself she spoke. "You know, I've been thinking about showing my pussy off more lately. I'm thinking of getting rings in my pussy lips. Three on each side. Then clipping on weights so they hang down long, like curtains. When you do that you feel a real funny pulling feeling on your sex and it makes you really horny when you walk." She knew that because she had tried it with clamps. "Maybe over months and years my lips will get even longer and hang down by themselves. I'd love that! Guys go crazy over that. You pull them apart like butterfly wings and smooth out the crinkles and they're all pink on the inside and guy can look up your hole."

Odette squealed. "Quinlan, you're a natural for HFI! Let's pitch your pussy to them after work today!"

"Well, OK. You can pitch it to them but I can't come with you. Dongie-boy and I are riding his Harley to Springfield after work tonight. He'll be pissed off if I can't go. Tell them about me! Now it's 10:00 and I've got to put on my fuckin' panties and open the store. Have fun at the mall, you guys!"



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 15



Odette and Kiki got up and walked across the street to the entrance of the big shopping mall. The developers built it to draw in the rich kids who went to the famous College and the wealthy parents who visited them, so it was packed with hip clothes stores and expensive boutiques and bookstores and upscale kitchen retailers. The townies resented it because even though it was the biggest mall in their hometown it was not for them and so even when they wanted something sold there they usually didn't shop at this mall. None of the stores ever tried to cater to them, showed the team pennants of their high school, or even sold stuff most of them could afford. Worse, it was built on a site that held sacred memories for most of them! On that block had stood a huge old movie theater where the kids who grew up in the town a generation ago, their parents, used to go to make out and have sex in the dark. A lot of townies had undoubtedly been conceived in that theater. The old movie house had been demolished and the lot sat vacant and an eyesore for a decade while the out-of-town owners lined up financing and settled lawsuits and then they built their upscale mall. Still, there weren't any other lingerie stores in town and the only other big shoe store was pretty lame and it was a long drive to the city, so the two friends reluctantly ventured into enemy retail territory. 

Odette found a shoe with 6-inch heels that made her tits wobble even more than usual when she walked in them. Kiki found a beautiful new line of crotchless panties she could use to solve the dilemma of easy access on public barstools on those rare occasions when she was forced to put panties on for business reasons. 

Around noon, they were leaving the bra store, giggling and poking fun at the display because they both never wore them, when they ran into a familiar face for Kiki.

"Larissa! What are you doing here?" Kiki cried. She introduced Larissa to Odette, who was not originally from the town. Odette worked at the real estate escrow office where Kiki did not work – or more accurately where they paid her someone else's money without expecting her to show up. 

Larissa had been in Kiki's class in high school but they didn't hang out together back then. Larissa kind of stayed away from the fast girls and the sexually mature guys in those days. She was a serious student and kind of uptight about sex. Larissa was visiting her parents for the weekend and decided to check out the new mall. She was glad enough to see her old classmate but she secretly thought Odette's flat tire titties were hot! 

"Kiki! I'm so glad to see you! I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart!"

Kiki was surprised! "Why?" she asked. "Tell us while we walk over to Skankwear!, the new clothing store over in the new wing and look at waders." In school they had sometimes caught a peak of Larissa in the shower after gym class and they remembered that she had a big bush back then. She looked better naked at 18 than most of the girls but she wasn't using her advantage. Right after graduation, she moved away to the city, went to State, became a bond rater, and the last they heard she had married a rich lawyer. (If you find this interesting, read "Between Larissa's Legs".)

Larissa turned to Odette as they walked and said, "Well, I don't know if you remember but I have a huge pussy. It looks like I have two bananas stuffed in my pants, the cameltoe is so big. The lips on my pussy hang down two inches." Why was Larissa telling all this anatomical stuff to Odette in such detail? Well, maybe because Kiki already knew most of it but just maybe because she wanted Odette to hear it! "It was really hard in school. I was always sensitive about it, then I met a guy named Turner!" She turned back to Kiki. "And back then I was so uptight! You saved my relationship!" 

Larissa was obviously grateful to Kiki but she was focusing all her attention on Odette. Four years ago, Larissa had no idea back then that she might have a bisexual side. But now that her sexuality had been released by Turner's attention – well, maybe she was secretly hoping Odette might be interested!

Larissa turned back to Odette, giggling. "Turner was so obsessed with my vulva I thought something was wrong with him! I was imagining all kinds of things, like he was stalking me just to get at my pussy. So I called Kiki and we met and she gave me great advice and everything went terrific from then on! And I stayed with Turner and now we're married!"

Odette had remained quiet for a record five minutes and couldn't stand it any more. "Oh gee, that's swell! What did Kiki tell you? What does this guy Turner do? How many times does he bone you every night?"

"Well, Kiki told me I had to understand that I really had a good thing going and I had to relax and enjoy it! She said I should just lie back, open wide, and let him fuck the living daylights out of me as much as he wants, because a guy that much into your body is always a good thing unless he's a serial killer! So I did! And it's been great and I've experienced so much sexually you wouldn't believe and now I'm real loose in my attitude about sex (but still tight in the twat, where it counts!). This is a good thing too, when you think about what he does."

"Tell Odette," Kiki said. "She doesn't know the story."

"He's a lawyer for the biggest names in porn and sex. A guy in LA named Kurt used to be the top lawyer in the sex industry, the go-to guy for any bigtime lawsuit. (If you find this interesting, read "Emily's Enterprise".) Kurt's law firm merged with Turner's to go national, a couple of years ago. Turner already had some connections with Kurt because of the merger because Kurt's practice was too big for one lawyer and he had already done a lot of work defending really high-class prostitutes. After Kurt died, Turner took over Kurt's cases and now he's the new king of porn litigation! He wants us to move to LA as soon as he takes the California bar exam so he can practice out of Kurt's old LA office. He's even talking about buying Kurt's old house from his widow! I don't like that part, it's too weird for me, but I like the big money and I love the lifestyle! I don't have to work anymore and we have unbelievable parties with porn stars and trannies and midgets and tax lawyers!" 

"Ooooh," said Odette. "How kinky! This guy Kurt just up and died without warning?"

Yeah, well, not exactly - it took a while." confirmed Larissa, "It was really creepy. Nobody knows what exactly he died of but he had been checked out just a few weeks before and he was fine. Whatever it was, it had to do with his blood. There were all kinds of rumors." (If you find this interesting, read "Isabel Still Stands on the Corner".) "Anyway, Turner got all the business. He's really lucky in a lot of things like that."

They finished up at the obscene clothing store and decided to have lunch in the food court, but first Odette suggested that the three of them go to the ladies room. Kiki was doubtful. "Mall bathrooms are so grungy," she said. Odette didn't dispute this but she said she had her reasons, so the three of them went in. 

"OK, Larissa," Odette said, once they were inside, "show me your pussy! I wanna see it in all its glory!"

"Sure, Odette," said Larissa with surprise and delight, undoing her belt and dropping her jeans, "but why? Do you just like to look at women's pussies? I know Kiki does!" and she gave Kiki a wink. Her jeans were around her ankles now. Her mons was very big, way out of proportion to her legs and pushed forward on top of her pubic bone, so much that if she wore a tight bathing suit you'd think she had a package! Her mound came together like huge peach with thick, long, wrinkly pink labia that hung down from the crack a couple inches! Odette could understand why Quinlan wanted to stretch her lips out to look like that!

"Let's just say that maybe you're auditioning and don't know it yet!" giggled Odette as she motioned for Larissa to sit on the counter, threw her long hair over her shoulder out of the way and then pushed her friend's knees as far apart as her pulled-down jeans would allow. "Boy, you weren't kidding! Your vulva is huge! I can't believe all that fits between your legs!" On another girl that size might have been gross but with Larissa's beautiful pussy it was simply monumental. Odette started to finger Larissa without even asking her first, pulling her long pussy lips apart and inserting two fingers into her hole, admiring Larissa's long pink clit. Larissa couldn't believe her good luck!

Kiki went out the door to stand watch so someone wouldn't walk in without enough warning for Odette to pull out of Larissa and for Larissa to hop into a stall. This was her second good, long look at Larissa's fabulous pussy and Kiki thought she'd like a crack at it sometime herself. 

"Odette!" Larissa cried, stifling a groan, "this is wonderful but don't you think we should go somewhere else to do this?" Odette had small hands and liked to insert them into women's vaginas. Larissa liked to be fisted, but this sudden intrusion had taken her by surprise. Still, she was already starting to juice, in under a minute.

"Nah," Odette demurred, "I'm not doing this just to get you off. At least not now. I just want to check your vag out so I'll know what to tell the Nuszsaecker people 'cuz they're looking for special talent and you've got one hell of a poonanny down there." Odette thought Larissa's pussy alone would draw thousands of hits! By now she had four fingers in Larissa and was starting to fold her thumb before pushing her hand in to get the measure of Larissa's twat. 

"What? Who?? Nuszsaecker???" Larissa said in alarm but she was distracted by the insertion and hoping Odette would keep it up. Larissa hadn't had sex while on this trip back to her hometown and it was getting on to three days. Turner boned her at least twice a day at home, so she was in a deprived state. Odette quickly got her right to the edge. Larissa was panting.

Although she didn't know yet what Odette had planned for her, her new friend's genital manipulations had excited Larissa to the core. Odette still had not played directly with her sensitive, oversize clit but the fondling and the insertions were enough! Larissa started to come, gasping and arching her back, releasing the built-up tension of the last two days without stimulation, mouth open, sitting on the counter, gushing a spurt of clear pussy juice that shot over the counter and landed inside the open jeans around her ankles. 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door! Kiki was signaling that someone was coming! Odette quickly pulled her hand out of Larissa's cunt with a loud pop and Larissa slid off the counter and hopped into the nearest empty stall with her wet jeans still around her legs, almost falling on her face. She didn't even have time to close the door when this middle-aged woman came in and bustled over toward the stall on the far end. As she was passing Larissa's stall, she glanced in because the door was still open, and then did a double-take when she saw that Larissa was still gasping from her orgasm while frantically trying to pull up her pants, cover her crotch, close the door and lock it, all at the same time. The innocent bystander paused for a moment, shocked. Before she went into the far stall, she glanced back at Odette, who was still holding her soaking wet right hand up, sniffed the air, and shook her head in disbelief. "Honey, is this some kind of mall promotion? Do I need a coupon?" she asked. 

"That was fun!" Larissa said later as they walked over to the fast food court and got in line for Mexican food. Larissa's jeans were still damp on the inside but that was not unusual and at least the wet spot was no longer visible on the outside. If she had known she was going to get fingered and handled, Larissa thought, she would have worn a skirt and not jeans, both for access and to give her wet pussy a good airing. 

"Yeah, I'm not going to wash this hand because it'll make my burrito taste so much sweeter!" Odette didn't seem to think that nobody expects a burrito to be sweet but her friends were used to her unusual way of expressing herself. 

"Now what was that about a porn outfit scouting around here in town?"

While Odette explained it all to Larissa, who was munching on her taco (when she secretly wanted a taste of Odette's), Kiki looked around the food court, her mind wandering. All this talk about sex freaks with pierced labia and abnormal genitals and deflated tits. It was making her normal body seem out of place. 

Kiki was gorgeous, no question – beautiful, delicate, nubile. But so were a tiny percentage of young women like her everywhere. Of course, most of them were not promiscuous, multiorgasmic, and fictional, and therefore immune to everything bad that happens in unprotected real-life sex, like Kiki. But still, Kiki's body, however exquisite, was quite normal otherwise. What did she have to offer the world of freaky, depraved pervy internet porn, compared to her anatomically abnormal friends?

Kiki got to thinking in sort of a stream of consciousness, ideas coming to her as she looked around her, tuning out Odette's rambling story and nasal voice. The last several weeks had been full of reminders of her heritage: the visiting professor from hell (he was really from Moldova, which is a different place), unintentional but enthusiastic incest with her uncle (boy was it good!), setting up her more conservative but still promiscuous sister with her lovestruck but possessive boyfriend (keep the nice guys and good fucks in the family, Marjorie used to say). Everything was reminding her that she was born to a mother who came from an unusual place and brought with her unusual ideas. But America is full of people who came from somewhere else and brought their own culture. All these different types of food. Mexican, Chinese, Greek, Italian. Everything, it seemed but Moldovan. Moldovan food was terrific but it took a long time to prepare and needed fresh ingredients, so you rarely found it in shopping malls. (It was hard enough to find a Romanian restaurant outside of Chicago. Romanian food was close in cuisine to Moldovan but nowhere near as good.) Besides, nobody knew it or anything about Moldova and they couldn't order a dish if they didn't know its name. Language was a big issue. Nobody spoke Moldovan around here (or anywhere, for that matter, except Moldova). She herself couldn't speak more than a few words even though she grew up listening to it at home. Kiki reflected that somehow there was a difference between generations in family in language ability. Her mother somehow picked up other languages a lot faster than Kiki. Kiki took three years of Spanish at school and she couldn't even pronounce quesadilla correctly. Marjorie's English was pretty good before she even left Moldova, because it was important in order to get to the West. She had learned Russian in school, and used it to seduce her first army officers. Marjorie spoke Spanish within a year of moving to the Islands and becoming mistress to the head of the secret police. (If you find this interesting, read "Diedre in the Islands.") 

Kiki guessed that her mother had just been motivated to learn languages. Sex will motivate anything, she decided. 

Viku Dicae, the great Moldovan professor, would have described this moment as the time when the sperm of inspiration inseminated Kiki's innate idea in the womb of her imagination which gave birth to a concept. 

An American would have said Bingo! 

A new idea formed in Kiki's head right at that moment! She suddenly knew what unique angle she had to offer the world of internet porn. She grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 16



Odette, true to her word, called the representatives from the Nuszsaeker organization that very day and set up after-hours appointments for herself and the two other girls in their suite in the Hotel Vicennes. She wanted to audition and also to pitch Quinlan's proposal before the crew flew back to Los Angeles, on the weekend. 

These guys couldn't have been more different from the creepy, pervy Ensil, the guy Kiki had met on one of the worst dates of her life. The crew members were nice, clean-cut young men, good-looking business school graduates, who were persuaded that the porn industry still had unrecognized growth potential as well as personal rewards. Their boss, Randy, had worked himself up from the lowly position of publishing assistant to the great Gerhard Nuscsaecker himself! (If this interests you, read Emily's Enterprise.) He believed in the company and in the future of pornography and wanted to give it a last chance before he retired, now that he had a second chance. He had almost left the company when Ensil took over, because he couldn't stand him, but then Ensil conveniently overdosed and died! 

Ensil had been the druggie son who inherited the company when his wife, Nuszsaecker's daughter, died unexpectedly and under suspicious circumstances. Ensil became CEO and was trying to bring the porn company back but he had been paranoid and didn't confide in anybody but his thuggish bodyguard. He was the one who had cut a deal with Charlie and was given Kiki's ass for the night as a thank-you gift. Now, faced with financial ruin because of the widespread availability of porn on the internet, the Nuszsaecker organization was trying to figure out what Ensil had been up to in the town, spending the company's money, before he died. Did he have a blockbuster idea they might be able to revive? Once they were down there poking around, they discovered Odette, and through her a goldmine of hypersexual freaks for their current on-line porn business!

Because of his rank, Randy had the "Chancellor's suite", the largest in the hotel, with a sitting area and a bedroom. They had set up a video camera in the bedroom and what they saw on the monitor would tell them if a girl would look good enough to be a model for their porn channel. 

The three girls arrived and the pornographers knew right away that they had hit paydirt! Kiki, the beautiful one, was dressed in her sluttiest tight skirt and a transparent blouse that showed her fine breasts and pink nipples. She carried a folder full of small cardboard signs. Larissa, so serious and uptight-looking when she was dressed for the office, came wearing a light summer dress that was almost transparent with no sign of underwear. Larissa carried a plastic grocery bag with a lot of bulges. Odette was dressed in a very loose, oversize cotton peasant blouse with a scoop neck that showed the world her floppy tits. She carried a large manila envelope. 

First they got acquainted and each girl read a short statement on camera for the record that she was of legal age and performing in these sexually-explicit audition videos freely and without coercion. Larissa made a crack about a casting couch. Odette broke up laughing. Kiki couldn't help but adding, with a straight face, "in exchange for getting the bone from these hunky guys!"

Odette briefed the crew about Quinlan before they started. She opened the envelope and spread out the redhead biker chick's drawings and some photos. A couple of photos showed Quinlan's beautiful but severe face, with her thin lips, high cheekbones, ice-blue eyes, and startling red hair. Her skin tone was a ruddy pink - unlike many redheaded women her skin was not dry or prematurely wrinkled and she did not have freckles. Three photos which showed a close up of Quinlan's pussy, a classic "fire crotch" (with and without flaming red pussy hair), and the ring through her pierced clit hood, which was well placed for the little ball to fall right on top of her clit. (It was great stimulation on a motorcycle, riding behind and rubbing up on her boyfriend!) Quinlan was quite a good artist – she had studied for a time at art school and still drew flash for her tattoo artist friends. The drawings were in red and black pencil on pinkish-beige paper, her way of capturing her pink skin tones and the reddish hue of her female parts. The drawings showed possibilities of what she wanted to do with herself, and what she would do on camera if they paid her a lot of money and once she made up her mind. 

Several drawings showed rings in her outer labia and one showed big metal studs or bolts in large holes, three to a side, as if her entire vulva could be bolted shut. One showed her inner labia pierced with five rings on each lip, and views of them pulled open by five fingers through each ring in butterfly wings. Another showed the same piercing with the rings laced with a leather thong so her cunt was tightly closed and she could barely pee from her hole (two drawing showed what it would be like to pee tightly laced, one with dribbling and the other with a plastic catheter sticking out, the other end obviously to be inserted into her pee hole). Another third showed a short chain, maybe two inches, with a small bell hanging from each ring, ten in all. Obviously they would swing, tinkle, and rub on a girl's thighs as she walked – and wouldn't be very comfortable except for the luck few with big factory air. Quinlan had lots of space between her thighs because her legs were skinny, so she had every intention of filling that space up!

The porn crew whistled! Pervy men would go crazy at the thought of all that hardware between a girl's legs! Even Kiki, with all her experience, found herself juicing at the idea!

The next set of drawings showed fewer piercings, three on a size in her labia, but the rings were huge! She was proposing to put rings in her pussy the size of small bracelets! These were not little thin wires, either, but hefty thick metal rings that would pull on her holes! (Kiki shuddered when she saw the pictures! She could only hope those rings would be hollow because if they weren't they would be heavy as big lead weights!) One showed how they would pull her pussy lips down, stretching them into something like a pink tent or awning between her legs, sheltering any dick that wanted to navigate the path to her hole. Another showed weights hanging from more modest rings, also stretching her pussy lips to the limit. As they were drawn, it was clear that the weights would swing wildly and tug on her labia and her clit hood every time the girl took a step. One drawing even showed them on springs. Kiki could just imagine the orgasms that would be pulled out of a girl just going through a normal day. The last few drawings showed oversize rings and weights dangling from nipples, pulling them down so hard that Quinlan had drawn airspace showing through the holes in the big, stretched nipples!

This was extreme piercing! Basically, Quinlan was proposing to get pierced and to stretch herself over time, on camera, until she pushed her body onto a new level of erotic possibilities! For this, she was willing to accept the stabbing of repeated needle perforations and then the pain of week-by-week expansion of her piercing caliber, the risk of having her labia or nipple piercings painfully tear through leaving a ragged and bleeding rip, and the long, agonizing process of healing each time something was done to her. Kiki couldn't imagine it! It was inspiring commitment to erotic body modification, a weird dedication to the abnormal and the extreme in sexual anatomical engineering. 

The porn crew was amazed and delighted! They knew they had a winner for Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet, even though Quinlan hadn't been able to come in person for the audition. 

Now it was time to shoot the audition videos. 

First to do the video audition was Odette, because she had done it before for two of them at the real estate office without a camera and so she could demonstrate for the others. She was paired with a short, powerfully-built man called Gus, who looked Hispanic and like a weightlifter. Her act began with her standing next to the bed, kneeling on a chair, as Gus pulled her long brown hair to one side, reached in back and under her skirt for the camera, and exposed the tops of her now-shapely thighs from the back and lifting the skirt to show her naked butt, still a little jiggly from all the weight she'd lost, and then bent her over the back of the chair to show her well-formed, pretty cunt and the little asshole above it, as Gus pried her cheeks apart and then kissed her ass. She was giggling as Gus suddenly picked her up off the chair and flipped her over on the bed, causing her legs to splay and her pussy to show from the other side! Gus unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off but left her blouse on. A keen observer could already see the hit of a nipple right under the bottom of her blouse as she lay on her back – awfully close to the camera for an up-blouse view! 

In plain sight, Gus fondled her pretty pussy for a long time, showing the camera how she closed her eyes and groaned when he inserted three fingers in her and rubbed. Then he pulled her up by the arms and as she sat on the edge of the bed, unsatisfied from the frigging but patient, he sat behind her, naked, his powerful legs on each side of her hips, penis stiff against her back, and unbuttoned her blouse. She just sat there with a sweetly naïve look on her face and her hands by her sides, eyes right on the camera, as he finished with the last button and then, in a dramatic flourish, pulled both sides of the blouse apart to reveal her huge, flat, saggy, floppy, deflated empty tits, hanging from high on her chest all the way down to her navel!

Randy whistled under his breath! A sagger, and the biggest one he had ever seen! Saggers were a niche market but getting much more popular as more and more men, like her boyfriend Dev, developed a fetish for low-hanging tits on young women. This one was a keeper, for sure! With the national campaign against obesity, more and more women would be getting saggy tits from weight loss and almost all of them were very unhappy about it. Most men still didn't like floppers, but that's because it hadn't been eroticized for them. If they could present saggers as sexually desirable, the women would get their self-esteem as sex objects back, the men would have a new sex outlet, the company would own a market niche, and society as a whole would be so much better off! 

It was like big, long labia. A few years ago most guys thought they were repulsive. Now they're hot! All they had to do was convince men that saggy tits were sexy and they could start a new fetish fad and cash in!

While Randy's eyes went back and forth between the monitor and the real-life sex play going on in the bed in front of him, Gus played with Odette's droopy boobs, lifting them up from underneath and letting them spill over his hands, swinging them, twirling the nipples with his fingers, and grasping and letting them slip through his fingers in a milking motion. It all felt great to Odette, who was happy to have her boobs played with. They had already told her that if she ever got knocked up and those enormous empty knockers filled up again, they'd pay her big bucks to let them film her lactating. That idea gave her a vision of expressing milk and she found herself dreamily riding the fantasy and wishing Gus would go back to her wet pussy again. He did, but in an unexpected way, putting the pad of his middle finger right on her erect clit while he pulled the hood up with the fingers of his other hand. This had exactly the effect he wanted, because she leaned forward and tensed, and her hanging boobs swung forward off her chest, wobbling and rippling, her long brown hair framing them on the sides! It was like watching a virtuoso performer plan a fine instrument!

After long minutes of this, Odette was clearly about to pop! Gus lifted her up by her hips, screaming with surprise, and plopped himself down on the chair where he positioned her pussy above his rock-hard dick and lowered her onto himself in a confusion of raised legs, squirmy pelvis, bouncing titties, and flailing arms. For all the drama, his rod slipped into her wet pussy easily and she settled down as soon as she felt it rub her G-spot and knock on her cervix, deep inside. Then they got into a rocking motion so strong it felt like the chair was going to break and before too long Odette flushed bright red, made a choking sound, and started shaking! Gus could feel her contractions inside and that pushed him over the edge, too, and he ejaculated deep inside her, his cum squirting right up against that same cervix that had welcomed him into her body a moment ago! The video camera couldn't see the cumshot but within a minute you could see semen dripping out of Odette. 

They both held their position for a while, coming back down, while Randy shut down the video and looked over his shoulder to make sure the next team was ready. This fetish thing with the droopy tits was a winner, Randy thought to himself. He was rock hard himself. 

Gus lifted Odette off the chair and Quinlan came over to support her friend as Odette walked with wobbly legs, tits swaying, out of the bedroom and sat on an armchair, where Kiki had laid a towel to catch the seep from between her legs. 

Odette curled up in the armchair and was content, coming back to earth from her orgasmic high, watching the other girls with heavy-lidded eyes, and feeling the semen ooze from her hole.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 17



Larissa was up next. 

The crew from the Nuszsaecker organization had set up an audition for pornographic videos for their Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet series in the bedroom of the Chancellor's suite at the Hotel Vicennes. Odette, with the droopy tits, was sitting in the outer room, recovering from her mind-blowing orgasm, and Kiki, the town slut, was watching over her as the crew got ready to shoot the second spot. 

Above the waist, dressed in a man's shirt, Larissa, looked like a tidy, serious businesswoman, as befit her occupation as a bond rater. Below the waist, she wore a tight black spandex pants that fit tightly around her slim hips and shapely legs, creating an unusual, sexy contrast, but they revealed an enormous cameltoe, the biggest any of them there had ever seen! Her mound bulged out from her pubes like a man's package, except that instead of a cock and balls it looked like two bananas had been pushed into her pants and the clingy material was riding up into a long, deep crease between them! It was hard to believe that so much vulva could be confined between one woman's legs! 

Unlike Odette, who couldn't do much more than moan while she was being fucked on camera, Larissa was more coherent. Randy turned the sound off while she described what she was doing. She had often been invited on the set of her lawyer-husband's clients in the porn industry, so she knew what to do. 

"First, get a picture of my big cameltoe with my clothes on! Let the guys watching start wondering what I look like!" Randy obliged. He was the senior team member and was also operating the camera because he wanted to see how each woman would look on the porn channel. He was happy for the advice. 

Larissa was paired with Todd, a tall white man with a respectable eight-inch cock. He could have played basketball in college. The action, such as it was, had Larissa being undressed from the waist up while facing away from the camera, then a closeup while the was turned around and her pretty C-cup breasts were bared, then a pullback, pan, and a startling focus on her huge crotch monkey, so out of proportion to the rest of her and her decorous appearance! 

"When you have a pussy as big as mine," Larissa observed, "there are two things you do with it besides fuck it. You play with it and you put stuff in it. So we're going to do exposure first and then massive penetrations, and then coitus!" It was odd hearing her use such a fancy word, a carryover from her serious, intellectual side, Randy thought. Overall, it was a good plan as far as he was concerned, as long as the spot ended with Larissa getting fucked. That was a necessary part of the audition and it was the major perk of their jobs, not to be denied!

It would have taken much too long to show the spandex pants being peeled off her, so Larissa had the video skip to a closeup of her naked crotch in all its glory. It was huge! 

"Now, play with me, show me off, and pull me open so all the guys watching will see right up inside! This really gets them excited. Me, too!"

As she sat in Todd's lap facing the camera, he played with her, showing off her very prominent mound and the oversize majora labia, pulling her extravagantly long and wrinkly pussy lips apart in pink smooth butterfly wings to show the pretty, delectable entrance to her womanhood, pulling the skin of her hood up to free up her abnormally large and stiff clit but not touching her there. Todd was loving it, his dick going erect from the silky feel of her genitals in his hands. After spending a long time demonstrating her superb anatomy, Todd inserted two fingers from each hand into her vagina, crooked the fingers into hooks, and pulled her apart! The camera closed in, the bright light illuminating her reddish-pink tunnel several inches up inside her! That wasn't far enough to see her cervix. Todd couldn't see much over her shoulder and missed the view up her twat, but he could tell that her twat was a handful and could feel that she was juicing. In fact, he was having trouble keeping her cunt open because it was getting too slippery. 

"Larissa, do you do speculum play? Are you willing to put a gynecologist's speculum up your vagina and open it up to the world, so they can see your pink walls with all the folds all the way up to your cervix ring? I'm sorry we didn't bring one. Guys love gyno shots!"

"You bet! But we don't need a speculum. I've got something even better!" Larissa, said, breathless, with excitement. "OK, hand me the bag!" The third crew guy, Fred, brought over the grocery bag. She was talking fast because she was excited. "I'm staying with my parents but before I came here tonight I got a few things from the kitchen to push up my twat. Here!" 

Randy handed her a bottle of personal lubricant, so the insertions would go in smoothly. Larissa pulled an eggbeater out of the bag, one of those stainless steel kitchen utensils made of loops of wire and a handle. "This is even better than a speculum!" she said and proceeded to position the wire loops at her hole. Then she started pushing it inside herself, holding it by the handle. 

"Shit!" cried Randy, squatting to keep the camera on her crotch. "I've never seen this before!" Todd was very frustrated, holding her, because he couldn't see anything that was going on. Kiki and Odette, who had recovered by now, came back into the room and squatted on the floor behind Randy and the camera, to see what was going on. Odette had her hand over her hole to catch the semen from her dripping hole, which was starting to go dry at last. 

Larissa pushed the egg beater into her twat, grunting. Her vagina opened easily as it entered her but the surprise was that the metal loops held her open without obstructing the view of her red cunt walls! They could see her cervix clearly between the wires. When she reached the widest part of the eggbeater, her cunt was as spread open as any speculum could make it and even more of her vagina walls could be seen! 

For at least ten full minutes, which is very long for porn, they looked inside her. The pink tunnel of her twat, with its folds and creases, was on full display, 360 degrees, with a perfectly clear view of her firm round and smooth cervix and its little round hole, the entrance to her uterus, with nothing, like a string, coming out of it, and nothing in the way to keep a sperm from swimming into it. Obviously she was using some method of birth control other than an IUD, probably the pill. It was a reminder that she was still young and fertile. Around her cervix and tucked up above and in front of it were the nooks and crannies where a load of sperm could hang and stay around for a long while. In short, it was a lovely sight of something beautiful rarely seen for purposes of entertainment. 

Randy was the first to suggest that they move on. He loved looking up Larissa's tunnel but he had to be conscious of the time. "OK, you want to move on to the insertions? Did you bring big dildoes?"

Larissa grunted a little as she pulled the wire eggbeater out of herself. "I didn't bring any dildoes with me 'cuz I didn't think I'd need them this trip. But I brought a few things from my parent's kitchen. First, though, I want to get fucked by Todd here." Her face was flushed from arousal.

Randy and Todd were surprised. Randy spoke, "We usually do fucking the last thing -- are you sure?"

Larissa nodded as she pulled the eggbeater the rest of the way out. A thin thread of cunt slime clung to it from her pussy and then snapped. "You'll see why. Besides, I need it now. This thing has got me excited." And she kneeled on the bed. "Todd, you lie down with your ass almost to the edge of the bed and your knees bent. Let your feet dangle. I'll sit on you, reverse cowgirl." 

Todd did as he was told and was treated to a grand view of Larissa's fine, tight, white ass as she squatted over him and lowered herself onto his rock-hard erection. Damn! thought Todd. I don't get to see anything of her pussy!

Larissa told Randy, "Watch me mount your guy -- my pussy is swallowing his big cock and there's room for more of them!" She was breathing hard now. "OK, guy!" she said to Todd. "You job is to penetrate me, get up deep inside me, and get me off!" 

Randy had to admit that Larissa was right about the shot. With her oversize genitals, this position was just right for the camera! There was a nice contrast between the dark pink, almost red of her big pussy and Todd's natural white skin and normal-sized cock and balls. Larissa started to moan. 

"He's up me as far as he can go but he's only halfway inside me. But that's ok! He's hitting the right places. Now I'm going to stir the pot a little." She moved her pelvis in a circular motion. 

Todd moaned now. He felt like his cock was swirling in circles inside her. Funny. There was plenty of room in her pussy but it didn't feel loose because of the motion. Instead it was warm and almost felt like it was moving, as if her cunt were alive and the organ itself was mating with him. 

"Damn that's good. Your cock is good and hard and long enough," Larissa said to Todd, panting. "It's rubbing the right places." Then she said to Randy, in a breathy, ragged voice, "Watch when I come. Come in close. Maybe I'll squirt. I dunno. Sometimes it happens. Depends .... on ..... how much ..... I play with myself and ..... how long since the last time......unhh! Not yet...." She was picking up the pace. She grunted more and more often. 

The sexual scene in front of them had not left Odette or Kiki unmoved. Odette, the more strongly bisexual of the two, reached over with her semen-smeared hand and started fondling Kiki's pussy. Kiki put her arm around Odette and let her hand drape over Odette's breast. The two of them, Randy, Gus, and the other guy from the crew enjoyed the spectacle while they watched Larissa control Todd's fuck. 

"Ahh, yes, I'm almost there .... Todd, you're going to feel me milk your cock." Larissa was bucking her hips now. "This is so good!"

In fact, Todd had already experienced the rippling, pulsing feeling begin! Todd had never fucked someone with as big a pussy as Larissa and he was surprised to find that it was one of the best fucks in his life, not loose or sloppy at all! Soon, he was as close to the edge as Larissa and he was the first to go over. Shaking, because Larissa had him pinned down by squatting on his hips and he couldn't thrust, he came explosively and ejaculated his young and potent load into her welcoming channel.

The feeling of being hosed with sperm strongly triggered Larissa's orgasm, which made her face turn red and caused her to convulse, lurching from side to side on Todd's prick. He could feel her contractions around him just as she could feel his expulsion deep inside her. Both of them were perspiring when Larissa finally uncoupled them, lifting off Todd's wet cock and quickly closing off her pussy with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to keep the cum inside. Now it was obvious to all of them that she fucked Todd for good reasons: to get lots of natural lubrication in her twat! 

"OK, now do we do an insertion?" asked Randy, reluctantly. He was still blown away by the sexual demonstration but he knew they had to move it along. "We don't have a lot of time if we're going to audition Kiki tonight." 

"Sure," said Larissa, thickly, still recovering. She took the bag in her free hand and emptied it on the bed after Todd got up and went to the bathroom. An orange, a champagne bottle, and an eggplant rolled out. "The champagne bottle is toughest because it goes in bottom first and I have to get it my cunt lips over the edges. That takes about 10 minutes to work up to. The orange looks best because you see this bright colored object sitting inside my pussy peeking out. The orange takes longer to remove because it's hard to get a grip on from the outside. I have to pretend I'm giving birth to it! The eggplant is really cool -- it's the largest insertion I can take! You see the big purple body of it just filling me, making my pelvis bulge and stretching my big pussy lips until they're like thin pink membranes, but the smaller purple neck and the stem are sticking out of me and they move when I contract my pussy muscles!"

The porn crew was stunned. "Uh, that's very interesting," said Randy. Now it was obvious that there was a second reason she wanted to fuck Todd before rather than after stuffing big objects up her twat, and that was to get it relaxed for taking huge insertions! 

Randy continued, "The problem, Larissa, is that we have to have an insertion in the video to show our casting department back at headquarters but all of the ones you describe will take too long. Can you take something smaller but equally impressive and faster? Maybe something our viewers can relate to, since not many of them eat eggplant?" He thought for a moment. "How about a beer can?"

"Can I take a beer can?? I can walk with a beer can up inside me!! OK, if that's what you want. But I didn't bring a beer can," responded Larissa, disappointed. She wanted to show off with the eggplant, and that's why she saved it for last in her description. 

"No problem," piped up Fred, the third crew member. "There'll be plenty in the hotel mini-bar." He opened it and pulled one out. He brought it over to her. Randy went back to the camera and adjusted it for a good view of Larissa's pussy. In the meantime, Todd came back and stood watching. Like Gus, he hadn't bothered getting dressed again. Ever the optimists. 

"Fuck!" Larissa exclaimed. "It's cold!" She watched Randy shrug impatiently and then made a face. "Well, I guess it'll have to do the job." She flopped on her back on the bed and spread her shapely legs again, pulling open her pussy lips with the fingers of the hand that had been gripping them to keep the spunk in. "Yeee-ow, that's cold!" she exclaimed as she worked the can so that the more rounded bottom edges were pushed inside her pussy lips and then pressed against her opening. It took a couple of minutes to get it in, and all the while Larissa was muttering under her breath about how this was like taking a dildo made of ice! Randy, the crew, and the two women hugging and fondling each other, who had moved to sitting on the floor, didn't realize at the time that the cold can was making her pelvic muscles tense up, so it was not as easy as it looked to push it into her tunnel.

Once the can cleared her opening, it was straight up all the way after that. In seconds she had the cold round thing all the way up her, stretching her sideways and pushing up against her pink cervix, which they had actually seen a half hour before. She shivered a little because the cold can was chilling her whole pelvis. 

The can was in, but Larissa didn't stop there. She pushed it with her fingertips and it went in all the way! Her opening closed over it part-way, so all that could be seen was the pop-top and some of the aluminum top!

"OK, are you satisfied now?" Larissa smirked, and before Randy could adjust the camera she put her legs together and stood up by the side of the bed, the can hidden up inside her! You know anyone who can do this? She walked a few steps and then did a little dance. 

Kiki and Odette couldn't believe Larissa could dance with beer can stuck up her twat! 

Fortunately for Larissa, the can was warming up from the heat of her body. She got back on the bed, crawling with her ass up in the air so Randy could get a good shot from behind. "It could stay up there forever but maybe somebody wants a beer so I gotta fish it out now." 

Larissa lay on her back and pulled her pussy lips to each side with her fingers. The top of the can became visible again. Larissa closed her eyes and strained and the can pushed outward. She adjusted her fingers and pulled on herself, drawing herself away from the can to make room for the edges on all sides. Slowly the can got into position and her pink membranes slipped over the edge and the round top of the can was out of her! Then she took a deep breath and pushed and the can came out about a third of the way, enough to grab onto and pull out with a loud pop! The can was covered in slime. But everyone was looking at her pussy, which was gaping open! There were puddles of white semen in it and her very photogenic pink cervix was showing again! It even seemed happy, to the extent that a cervix can be emotionally demonstrative, to be warming up again. 

Todd thought about asking for the beer and then decided against it. 

"Wow," was all that Randy could say. "They're gonna love it in LA." It was obvious now that there was a third reason why Larissa wanted to be fucked before she demonstrated her insertions, because she would be too stretched out after the huge insertions for the fuck to be any good! 

Larissa was done. Her pussy was slowly closing and the video was a wrap, so she pushed a washcloth Todd had brought from the bathroom up between her legs and got off the bed, which was now sweaty and stained with come. The whole room smelled like cum and pussy juice. 

They took a little break for water and snacks from the mini-bar, since it had already been a very active and exciting night. Larissa was all wound up, so she was talking almost as fast as Odette normally did. 

Randy asked her, "You do the best vaginal penetration I've ever seen. Do you do it in the ass, too?"

"I got into this huge insertion thing with my man, Turner," Larissa replied, referring to her lawyer husband. "I'm starting to like it in the ass, too, but I'm not ready yet for the big insertions in my backside. It's a funny thing -- I seem to be dreaming of weird penetrations these days. Sometimes at night I'll wake up and he's fucking me and it's like his penis has a barb in it -- I can't get off it! but it doesn't hurt and sometimes I'll feel something penetrating my anus really deep too and it'll be like the blunt end of a pitchfork-like thing he holds in his hand but I don't know how he can be holding it while he's riding me or how I can see it to know it's a pitchfork. He'll be kissing me and his tongue is down my throat tickling both tonsils separately. I'll come so hard and I always smell sulfur on his breath. When I wake up the next morning, I'm all sweaty and he says it was just a dream but my ass is sore. But there's Turner, rested and looking good and ready for work."

The others people in the room stared at her. Nobody quite knew how to respond to her story. A long time went by before someone broke the silence and said something completely unrelated. 

Now it was Kiki's turn. She smiled her trademark smirk, with the ends of her mouth curled up.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 18



For the beautiful Kiki the stakes were high! Her lifestyle as the town slut was threatened. For her, making a big hit with the Nuszsaecker organization and getting on their Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet website was a matter of personal financial security. Sooner or later, her money would run out. If she didn't get the gig, she might have to move out of her hometown and go to the city to live. 

She had now burned her bridges with the College, where the money, power, and hornyness were all concentrated in their community. Henderson was never going to ask her to be the sexual entertainment at their private parties again and the President was furious at her for having the gall to want to go to school there. She was back where she started, just a townie girl. 

Men in the town would still want her, of course, because she was beautiful and sexy, but increasingly she relied on Charlie to introduce her to the generous, long-term sugar daddies who gave her expensive gifts for sexual favors. And Charlie, being Charlie, always expected something in return. It wasn't so bad when he simply lended her out to his friends. But the day he set her up with Ensil, the perverted druggie porn king who started to spank her, she knew she was going to have to draw a line sooner or later. From then on, Charle could be her sometime boyfriend, her fuck partner anytime he wanted, and she would gladly do him favors by sleeping with his friends and business associates if they were nice, but he couldn't act like her pimp anymore. That was for whores, who charge by the hour. She was a slut -- she did it for fun in the company of men who happened to be generous to her. Now, without a network of lovers at the College, she was getting too dependent on Charlie. 

So when Kiki's time came at the audition in the Chancellor's suite of the Hotel Vincennes, she was ready! She had been preparing all afternoon. This was going to be her breakthrough. She grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up.

Larissa and Odette had gone off to the sofa in the other room to cuddle, fondle each others sticky private parts, and be lesbian together for a change. They were watching through the open double doors as they played with each other. Odette already had her fist up Larissa again. The two crew members who had already fucked the girls were still naked and the third, Fred, was picking up the orange, champagne bottle, and eggplant from the bed, all the toys Larissa had planned to show off her huge insertions. Randy got behind the video camera again. Kiki stripped down to a very revealing bathing suit, really nothing more than a thong and tiny bra top, both of them very thin so her pink nipples and her modest, girly cameltoe could be seen through them. 

"Now before we begin," Kiki started, "you have to understand that for HFI (Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet, she meant) this act will look a little different from what I can do here. It would be in a studio with a black background and black sheets on the bed and the words would overlay the picture. These flash cards are only to show what the titles would say."

"You mean there would be subtitles?" Randy asked. "In a porn video??"

"No, the words would be readable but transparent and superimposed right on the image. That's important! It's because people won't take their eyes off the center of the screen!" Kiki explained, mysteriously. "And there would be sexy music playing low in the background." She picked up the first half dozen cardboard signs. 

"What, exactly, are you doing?" asked Randy, confused.

"Didn't I tell you?" asked Kiki brightly. "I'm giving pornographic language lessons!" 

Then she began her act. It was a lot like a fan dance an old-fashioned stripper might do, except that she would put the sign next to what it described and say the word slowly and precisely, while making erotic and elegant pointing gestures with her hands. 

Kiki started with "ţâţă!" as she revealed her creamy, perfect breasts and went on to "sfârc!" repeating on each side and working the word into a sentence, as in "Here is my tit!" "This is my nipple!" She added a few modifiers, so that her "cur" was not just a butt but became a rounded peachy ass! (She had brought a peach for the audition.) Then she dropped the thong and spread her legs to introduce the word "pizdă" and as she had explored her cunt very thoroughly on camera she pointed out her little pearl-like "lindic" and how it responded to being flicked! She went all up and down her body giving words for the most important parts!

She went through all these concrete, tangible vocabulary words and then started on concepts. She described herself as an "ârfă" with great "futabilitate" that she would demonstrate in a moment by having sex with a "labagiu"! All this was said in joking, fun way that made everyone in the room not only pay attention but repeat the word after she said it, as if they were hypnotized by watching a gorgeous naked woman act sexual.

She brought Fred into the picture by pulling him toward her by the penis and told him she was going to "a da la labă" and proceeded to jerk him off and fondle one "boş" and then the other. She asked if he liked her piept so much he could suck her sfârc! 

Then she got into more complicated grammar, describing, in Moldovan, how she was a woman with needs and he was a labagiu (wanker) with a dick that could satisfy her. 

"You want to have sex with me!" she was saying in her version of Moldovan to a bewildered Fred, "and if your penis is hard I will let you insert it into my warm and creamy cunt! But you have to pound me with it properly and stimulate my clitty, and if you do I will reward you with a big orgasm and I will let you spill your white frothy seed deep in my vagina!"

Fred didn't speak a word of Moldovan but he got the idea and climbed on top of her. As he nibbled on Kiki lovely pink areoles, on top of her pale, veiny, perfectly formed boobs, she continued her language lessons for the camera! "Suck on me! Pull my hard little pink nipple into your masculine mouth with strong suction! Play with the other one with your talented fingers while you lay on top of me and I can feel your penis grow erect against my vulva!" She babbled on like this, describing his every move in Moldovan and her reaction to it. Fred tried to keep up. 

Kiki broke it off and pushed him on the bed to suck his dick. Obviously with a mouth full she couldn't say much so she described what she was doing to do, then held up a card, and then when she came off she said what she had done. "I am going to take your stiff penis and put it into my wet mouth and I will suck you down hard and you will stretch longer because of suction and you will go deep in my throat as if it is a pussy and I will make swallowing movements that will feel like my pussy muscles are gripping you until I have to breath and I will back off and gasp for breath and then do it again and again!" Then she held up cards giving the Moldovan words for "blow job" and "deep throat" as she did it, and then when she didn't dare do it any more because Fred was too close to coming, she stopped and gave the viewer the word for "cock tease" and then repeated everything in the past tense after it was done. 

"Put your head between my legs and lick my pussy!" She motioned to Randy to bring the camera in close to be sure the meaning of the word "lick" was obvious. "Run your tongue around the outside of my cunt and now put your mouth on me and suck out my juices -- they are for you and I make them because you excite me!" Fred was kind of lost in the planned sequence of events but he was doing what comes naturally anyway and Kiki was just narrating what he was doing. 

Soon the two of them were rutting like minks on the bed. "You are penetrating the soft, yielding opening to my inner woman with your hard manly prick and I am feeling warm inside my pretty womanly pelvis!" Fred was deep inside her now and it was feeling pretty good already! Soon, Kiki was tightening her muscles around his prick and it was sensational! He was all excited and pumped her just as hard as she said she wanted. Kiki wrapped her slender, pale legs around him and locked her ankles behind his butt. Randy went in for a closeup of his penetration and their copulation. 

While he was thrusting inside her, Kiki reached over on the bed and picked up a flash card with a drawing of a penis in a vagina and an arrow pointing to the G spot, and the word "bine!" Unfortunately, she couldn't see that the card was upside down! 

"You are rubbing all the right areas of my vagina to make me hot!" Kiki continued, in Moldovan. "I am gloriously horny and you push me up the ladder to ecstasy!" That last bit was a quote from a great Moldovan poet -- Kiki was mixing a little literature into the language lesson! "Let me float on the cloud of your desire for me and my surrender to you!"

Fred had no idea what she was saying but the words sounded very sexy to him, especially when she kept saying "marfa! marfa!" and when she started moaning ("I am moaning with pleasure at what you are doing to my body!" she was saying for the viewers) he almost lost it! 

With a mighty thrust of his loins, he pushed himself all the way into Kiki and she went over the edge and as the camera lovingly took in every detail of her climax she screamed out the words for "orgasm!" and "do me!" and "fuck that's good!" and "don't stop" as he unloaded a huge jet of jism, flooding her channel and oozing out the sides of her opening around his dick! 

Every dick in the room was hard now and every pussy was wet. 

Soon after, she held up a card that said "semen" and had an arrow that pointed to the white stuff dribbling out of her and crooked her finger, which Randy took as an invitation! He turned the camera over to Gus, ripped off his clothes and dived into bed!

Kiki held up signs that said "boss man!" and "old fart" and "sloppy seconds" while Randy rammed his pre-retirement member deep into her sloppy, warm, and frothy but nice and tight cunt and proceeded to fuck her for several more minutes, during which she yelled "You are making me multiple orgasms with your continued strong stimulation of my sexual organs!" and held up signs that said "old guys last longer!" and "always fuck the boss if you want to get ahead"! Finally, with a buck and twitch, Randy ejaculated his own mature and well-seasoned come deep into Kiki's full to dripping channel!

The two other crew members, having long ago recovered from doing Odette and Larissa, came back for more and soon Kiki's crotch was a sodden, soggy mess and the bedsheets were soaked. Her tits were covered with hickies now because her ravishment was so sexy the men couldn't control themselves. Odette and Larissa piled onto the bed with them and lapped at all the cum in Kiki's pussy and some more that had spurted on her tits when Gus couldn't control himself. In their excitement, the guys started fucking Odette and Larissa too and the bed creaked from all the weight and they got a telephone call from the hotel management to tone it down!

The three girls paired off with the crew members and spent the night, secure in the knowledge that they would be the next Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet. 

Except that not all of them were. Kiki was the exception. The Nuszsaecker organization was so impressed with her high concept in on-line porn that they formed a special division, called LingoNusz! Just to market her language lessons! The idea was that they would start with Moldovan and then branch into Spanish, French, Japanese, and German. German would be tough because of all the words for pervy stuff so they would do it last. 

Well, needless to say all three girls, Odette, Larissa, and Quinlan, who couldn't be there that night but had agreed to extreme piercings on camera, were successful on Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet. They made millions with their anatomical weirdness. But Kiki was in a class by herself. Her language lessons were a breakthrough! Now at long last, people who wanted to learn a language could do it with lessons that guaranteed their full attention -- no motivational problems! The vocabulary was practical. 

Thousands of sex-addled adult language students started to go on-line to use LingoNusz! They educated themselves and they enjoyed and they even learned a few new positions as well as vocabulary words. Of course, the range of conversational topics they could manage was a little limited but it was of universal interest. 

Moldovan was suddenly spoken around the world! It quickly became the third most popular language studied in the United States, after Spanish and French. The very few Moldovans who were in the country, though, thought the sound of what was being taught was very strange, not like the language they spoke. The Moldovan ambassador to the United States was thrilled be greeted at the White House in his native language by the staff, and then was appalled, first at the accent and then at the vulgarity of the conversation. Ugly as the accent was, at least the language was being spoken somewhere! 

Tourism to Moldova suddenly took off! Nightclubs, bars, and expensive restaurants in every city of the country were packed with foreign tourists wearing cheesy, ridiculous outfits like eastern Romanian peasant blouses with miniskirts and high heels. The local Moldovan young people, dressed stylishly in jeans and saree blouses and strappy sandals, were outraged that their clubs were being taken over by morons! 

Moldovan prostitutes suddenly became pricey and fought over, because of the sudden global demand. Everyone wanted genuine Moldovan pussy, like Kiki's. Moldova was hot!

The airport at Chisinau was expanded, then expanded again with a new terminal. That still wasn't enough and hundreds of thousands of sex tourists from western Europe, Bulgaria, the Balkans, Indiana and other American states, Russia,and Ukraine, and thirty-four in an organized tour from Belarus flocked to the tiny country by car, bus, and train in search of Moldovan cootchie. In response, Transdniestra built brothels for Russian-speaking whores on the roads into Moldova with big road signs advertising their goods at half price, but it didn't work. Everyone wanted real Moldovan nooky, now. So the Transdniestrians hiked up the highway tolls and transit fees to at least get a piece of the transit action as thousands of sex tourists flooded through their territory on their way to Moldova, coming from the east. In eastern Romania, they tried to capture some of the sex trade driving in from the west. 

Romania filed a suit in the World Trade Organization on the grounds that Moldovan was just a dialect of Romanian. Then Romanian linguists actually analyzed the language actually being taught and Romania withdrew its complaint. What was being taught seemed to be some unidentifiable dialect, not what even the Moldovans called Moldovan.

Schools sprung up all over Europe and North America, especially Indiana, charging big bucks to teach people to speak weird Moldovan with a really harsh and incomprehensible accent in order to talk to prostitutes who couldn't understand a word they were saying. There were also hundreds of Moldovan prostitutes (there aren't that many of them in the first place, so they were really busy taking care of the tourists) who took LingoNusz-sponsored on-line classes in Moldova to learn what the hell these sex tourists were trying to say. Most of them gave up and just stripped and spread their legs when the money came out.

Kiki did very well for herself and with the money she earned she eventually finished her education at an exclusive women's college in Indiana which had even more prestige than the College, a place where they appreciated her as an innovator and entrepreneur. Kiki invested in LingoNusz stock and eventually took over the company and with Petronela's help took it public with it and made a fortune. Soon she was able to bring home any man she liked and give them generous gifts for sexual favors -- that made them sluts, by her definition. Despite her wealth, Kiki stayed in town because she was a townie at hear. She bought Henderson's house from his estate after his heart attack while copulating with the demanding bisexual Clarissa Aptos.

Petronela, her sister, graduated from State with a business degree and started managing Kiki's financial affairs for her. She and Wistler hit it off and the sisters happily shared him. Wistler became the favorite family fuck partner, because after he moved to Chicago to get away from the narrow-minded colleagues who ridiculed him for dating Kiki, he took up with Marjorie, their mother, as well.

Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet did very well and is credited by some observers with saving on-line porn from oblivion. The profit from it, together with Kiki's on-line pornographic language lessons which became LingoNusz, made the Nuscsaecker company rich again. 

As saggy tits became eroticized by HFI led by Odette's example, more and more overweight women slimmed down without fear, confident that if their boobs drooped it would not be a sexual hindrance in the least. With the money she earned from HFI, Odette went into business for herself and went on to create a new line of industrial-strength bra-like garments she called "boob hammocks" to hold droopy tits. The garment lifted deflated breasts up for inspection and fondling, without hiding them, and made them jiggle wildly and draw attention while women walked. 

Larissa put her pussy on display at special fund-raising events for charity and became a volunteer herself -- literally, because she volunteered herself, or at least that part of herself between her legs. She gave "huge insertion" demonstrations on-line to teach young aspiring porn starlets how do to it without hurting themselves. Her lawyer husband, Turner, started talking about using all the money she was being paid to invest in a remake of "Rosemary's Baby". 

Quinlan's story will be told at another time, but suffice to say her fire crotch was seen by millions who marveled at her capacity for stretching and perforating her private parts, and her seemingly uncanny ability to stretch her piercings right to the limit before she ripped herself. In time, "HFI" became a classic on the internet and even thirty years later was a standard offering on the implantable brain chips that replaced personal computers, cell phones, and PDAs. 

Kiki never let on that at the time she got the idea of pornographic language lessons, she could barely speak the language herself. She had had to call her mother, Marjorie, in Chicago to get the words. Marjorie, the blond sex goddess who a generation earlier became renowned among tourists who weren't getting any as the designated pity fucker at the fabulous Diedre's sex resort Iznoma Hedonia, who was also the mistress of the head of the local dictatorship's the secret police, and who then moved to Chicago, where her affair with the alderman scandalized the Establishment and forced their move to this college town. (If any of this interests you, read Deidre in the Islands, especially chapter 4.)

The parliament of a grateful Republic of Moldova voted "Da!" to approve a motion to present Kiki with the National Medal, on condition that the award citation not mention how and why she earned it, which was no problem because everybody knew. On the night before she was scheduled to fly to Moldova to receive this high honor, she called her mother. 

Marjorie used the phone call to come clean. She had given Kiki a real shock when she said, "Honey, it is time to tell you that you are not really Moldovan. Your grandmother, my mom, she came from North Transdniestria, Pridnestrovie. She was Russian by father and Polish on other side, not Moldovan really, just live there in east. She got into trouble with a party boss -- her boyfriend, sort of, he gave her money and chicken - who wanted to do strange thing to her with an aubergina, how you say, eggplant. She did not think such a thing was possible. She want to escape him and try to mingle and hide but her Moldovan was awful. Mine is not so good either -- we spoke Polish at home with door closed, Kiki. You're not very good to speak Moldovan either, Kiki. You learn from me and only hear how we talk, hear nobody who really talks it, and we talk funny in the family because we are not really Moldovan. That is why nobody understand you when you speak it." 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 18



Kiki was floored. But it all made sense now! That is why all the women in her family are all blonde, blue-eyed and have beautiful faces with high cheekbones! Ethnic Moldovan women are usually dark-haired with blue eyes. Or not. Kiki didn't know yet. She had never been to Moldova before. 

"But it do not matter," Marjorie continued. "Lean back and spread your legs and you do not need language."



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 01



Kiki yawned and scratched her pussy, which was itchy from heavy use and dried come. She got up, and glanced at the floor to check that her dress and shoes were still there. They were. Her mouth felt a little sour but she noticed that something was different. 

I don't have the taste of come in my mouth this morning, she thought to herself. The guy didn't ask me to suck him off. Usually they do. That was a strange night in another way, too. I figured a guy like him wouldn't use a condom but a guy who wants to go bareback usually at least asks me if I use protection. Talking about it is part of the fantasy of plugging a fertile chick and he didn't. Maybe not even asking was a dominance thing. 

As she went to the bathroom to use the toilet, she saw the note on the desk, under an ashtray. 

"Mary," it read. "Thanks for a wonderful night! I want to see you again. Please send me your coordinates," and it gave an email address and mentioned a time in a few weeks when Alf expected to be back in town, on another business trip. "You can stay until checkout time. Don't charge anything to the room - I've paid up. Here's a little something to help you with that rent problem and get a good breakfast for yourself. I'll see you in four weeks! Be sure to send me your number! Good luck on job hunting!" 

There was $500 under the ashtray. 

It was signed "A". Kiki guessed that he wouldn't sign his name – no telling where a note in his handwriting would pop up later. He wasn't that dumb after all. 

She showered, got dressed, and took the extra miniature shampoo bottle with her when she left.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 02



Charlie Bigg's big black right hand gently pushed on the small of Kiki's little back, bared in the revealing satin dress, as he guided her through the evening crowd around the dance floor and toward the door to the VIP rooms. Charlie looked natty, in a very expensive, very dark green suit that perfectly suited his deep coffee complexion and a pink shirt that provided the perfect backdrop for an elegant silk tie. He was a big man and he carried himself with complete confidence, even a touch of arrogance. Kiki, of course, was less than half his size, on the small side even though she was not really petite, and looking even smaller because of her delicate features. In the flashing lights of the disco ball and dance floor, her blond hair and very fair skin shown like a brilliant light next to Charlie's dark elegance. 

On the dance floor people were moving their bodies to ear-splittingly loud music. Just music – no band. This was Thursday, not Saturday. Charlie leaned over and had to yell for her to hear him. "Do you want to dance before we go inside?" Kiki shook her head. The loose bodice of her dress under the spaghetti straps covered her areola but not the tops of her luscious, creamy breasts. 

It was a weeknight and although this was the only upscale nightspot in a basically struggling blue-collar medium-sized town, too close to the real city to be important and too far away to be a suburb. If it wasn't for the College being here, and the boost it gave the economy, there wouldn't be more than a couple dozen flashy big-spending people around here who would support a place like this. This was a townie club, too expensive for the students, so there wasn't really much of a crowd. 

They came to the oak doors with brass handles and the bouncer nodded and opened the door for them. Charlie felt at home here – the staff knew him well. He had only brought Kiki here once or twice before but she had the kind of looks that would gotten her into anyplace, even in the big city. 

They were greeted by a hostess in a low-cut white uniform who took them down a corridor lit by pink and blue mood lights to a room on the left, on the side of the dance floor. Kiki noticed a tiny green light, so small it looked like a mere glowing pinpoint on the darkly-painted wall, just to the left of the door. The door had a framed picture mounted on it. In a couple of seconds, after her eyes adjusted, Kiki could see that there were five doors and each had a picture of a different character from the movie "Watchmen". The hostess took them to the door with the Laurie Jupiter character on it. 

Inside, they could feel the thump-thump-thump of the bass through the wall and the even the curtained window, which was double paned to keep the noise way down, so people could hear themselves talk. Through the window they could see the dance floor, which was taken up at the moment by one flashy couple doing a retro routine from the days of disco. 

The VIP rooms were furnished with cushy sofas, armchairs, and loveseats (well named) and low tables and champagne buckets. The hostess made eye contact with Charlie while she flipped a switch on a small phone console next to the sofa. Charlie nodded, to indicate that he knew how it worked. A green light turned off and an amber light went on. There was a third position and from the glint off the console in the dim light Kiki could see that it was red and she easily guessed that that meant strict privacy. She couldn't see the fourth position light, which was yellow, that called the hostess back when the guests wanted the hostess to come back, maybe to order something. Or he could use the house phone for that. Everything was geared to meeting the guests' desires with complete privacy and discretion. Some guests didn't even feel the need to zip up or pull their clothes back down when the hostess came back into the room. 

Kiki noticed, with her eye for detail, that the sofa, loveseat, and armchair had matching covers on them that could be stripped and washed. In a corner there was a wash basin and pitcher of water (how old fashioned!) and some towels and washcloths. Next to them was a basket of wet wipes in little foil packages. The club must expect that their guests were going to make a mess, she thought. 

A big-screen monitor on one wall showed the dance floor from three views, in rotation, if the occupants kept the window curtains closed. Or the channel could be changed to get BET or a music channel. It was certainly possible to find a cable channel or two or more or many with adult entertainment, of every variety except the overtly illegal. It was even possible to switch to an uncensored satellite feed – some of those stations had stuff you wouldn't believe. 

The drink menu pushed Cristal, at $300 a bottle. Charlie got some for himself and for who was coming. Kiki ordered an Alize. The food menu pushed tapas. Charlie asked Kiki if she was hungry but she wasn't. Even so, Charlie ordered the little toast triangles with caviar for her. He wanted her to be very comfortable, physically and mentally, for the night ahead. Smoking was allowed but only the most expensive cigars and cigarettes, which had to be bought from the club. Charlie got one, a cigar that was supposed to be Cuban. Kiki didn't mind cigar smoke and for herself she got a pack of elegant Nat Shermans, in designer colors. 

This was a place where a party could last all night. It was also a place where a party could consist of a dozen or so friends (more seating was available if the girls sat on the men's laps!) or it could consist of a man and a woman. The room was available for a minimum of two hours but most people who enjoyed it stayed until the early hours of the morning, when the club had to close. Kiki wondered for a moment if she would be there that long, but decided that it didn't matter. Anyway, the restrooms were down the hall – the hostess had pointed them out. 

The closing time for the club had been one of Charlie's few failures during his highly successful career as city manager for the town. The good citizens of the town were solidly against having a nightclub operating all through the night. A quick sounding of the town council members and it was clear that the bylaw couldn't get changed without attracting a lot of opposition. In the end Charlie didn't try: he could see that he would probably lose and forcing the issue would take too much juice. Even so, Charlie got to know the owner well. When the club opened, Charlie had still been city manager. The owner ran into a lot of problems, everything from zoning to moonlighting off-duty police working as bouncers who turned out to be on-duty. Charlie had fixed the problems because he could, and because it was to his advantage to fix things for people who mattered in the town. 

They had settled themselves on the sofa and the hostess put a big ashtray in front of them on the low table. The champagne bucket would go next to it when she brought in the Cristal. Charlie made sure that Kiki was comfortable and put his arm around her, and Kiki pushed off her shoes and pulled her legs up under her. She looked tiny and very white next to him. Kiki snuggled up next to him. Charlie's hand rested on her tummy, heavy but familiar and reassuring. As usual, Kiki wasn't wearing panties under the loose satin dress. 

The hostess brought the drinks and set up the ice bucket. She poured their drinks with a flair and handed the clear bubbly to Charlie and the pink stuff to Kiki, smiling at how they had made themselves so comfortable so quickly. "Just call!" she said significantly to Charlie, and then left them alone to listen to the music, talk, and watch the action. 

Through the one-way window, Charlie and Kiki could watch the dancers but nobody on the dance floor could see them. "There they are!" Charlie said, pointing to a couple on the right. 

Kiki could see a handsome, dark-skinned man, looking like he came from India or Pakistan, nattily dressed and dancing with an alluring, tanned slim brown-haired woman who was slightly taller than he was. The woman was hardly dressed in a very thin, clingy tight red skirt with a pink blouse unbuttoned more than halfway down. Her body was more covered by her luxuriant long hair, which hung down to her waist, than by any clothes she was half-wearing. The only reason her prominent, down-pointing nipples were covered at all by the blouse was that her loose and sagging tits hung very low on her chest, exceptionally low for a young woman, and their obviously with very large nipples were pointed down toward the floor instead of forward or higher up. The young man could hardly take his eyes off of them. She seemed proud of how her highly unusual boobs wobbled and swung wildly, barely staying inside her dress as she danced. It looked like there were two squirrels mating inside her blouse. Kiki was entranced by the woman and her sense of confidence in her body. 

Charlie called out on the phone and when he was done he pulled Kiki close to him and kissed her. His hand moved up to her firm, high boobs, so different from the girl on the dance floor. It was obvious that he, too, had been turned on by the girl with the droopy boobs. 

They continued to watch the couple dance. A minute or so later, a bouncer went up to them on the dance floor. The man looked afraid at first but after the bouncer yelled out his message and pointed, everyone smiled and he relaxed again. The couple turned to the window and waved, to let Charlie know they knew he had arrived. They danced another couple of songs before leaving the dance floor. The young woman's long tits were bouncing like basketballs from side to side inside her blouse as she walked away from the crowd. 

Kiki thought to herself that if she had boobs like that, the friction on her nipples would keep her on edge all the time! The woman had to be aroused by all the boob action. Well, she'd find out soon enough!

The hostess brought the couple into the room, where Charlie greeted them heartily and made introductions. "Kiki, this is Dev and Odette. This is the fabulous Kiki I've been talking so much about!" 

Dev took Kiki's hand in an almost old-fashioned way and looked at her with limpid brown eyes. She was immediately drawn to him erotically. Odette was enthusiastic and bubbly and didn't hesitate to hug Kiki like an old friend. Kiki noticed that she held the hug a second too long for just a girl-on-girl greeting – maybe she had tendencies? Kiki didn't mind. 

"I love your outfit!" Kiki said to Odette, admiring her exhibitionistic tendencies in displaying a feature that most girls would try to hide. "It compliments your slim figure!" They were about the same height and Kiki couldn't help but notice that Odette's tits hung so low they came almost to Kiki's waist and that they were soft, not firm and high like her own.

"Oh, I only wear it because it's just such a turn-on for Dev!" Odette squealed. "This is a new me 'cause I haven't been slim anytime in my life until now! I used to be really, really overweight and like my weight went up and down on a rollercoaster ride and I was always feeling flabby and bloated and so one day my doctor and I decided we had to do something 'cause I was only 23 and I looked like a blimp but he got me on this program and I like really, really lost weight but I did it slow over months and didn't gain it back for the first time in my life and when I was done I had a great body and my skin was still tight but all the stuffing had gone out of my boobs!"

Well, thought Kiki, that explained a lot!

"So now I still work hard to be sure I never get that way again but I have the best reason ever now that I'm with Dev 'cause Dev just loves my body the way it is now and he's crazy, like insane, for floppy boobs and here I am with the floppiest – here, look!" Dev overheard her say that and looked a little sheepish as he paused in his conversation with Charlie. 

Odette unbuttoned the last button on her blouse and pulled the two sides apart. There they were. No question that they were the most tanned, droopiest, floppiest tits Kiki had ever seen on a young woman! They looked like tennis balls stuffed into brown tube socks, hanging straight down from her slim chest. And right at the end, pointing almost straight down at the floor, were two of the biggest nipples she had ever seen. 

"Dev was my dentist! I went to him for a split tooth but after he fixed me up he said he couldn't be my dentist anymore because he couldn't take having me as a patient. I asked why and he said that looking down at my chest – you see, that day I wasn't working so I didn't have a bra on 'cause I always go to work with support 'cause otherwise it's crazy – while he had his fingers in my mouth gave him evil thoughts and he was afraid he would hurt me because his hands were shaking I made him so nervous! But he said if I was single maybe he could ask me out and I said sure 'cause he's cute and he likes me the way I am now and there are lots of dentists around."

Charlie noticed that Odette had her tits out and leaned over for a good look. They made him a little queasy. At that point the hostess came in with the drinks Dev and Odette had ordered. She broke into a big grin when she saw that Odette had her tits exposed but she didn't say anything as she put the drinks down on the table. 

"Go ahead! Cop a feel!" said Odette with a grin, inviting the hostess to join in. Kiki and Charlie groped her tits, feeling how loose and spongy the breast tissue was in the ends of her boobs, and how empty the skin bags were they hung from. Even the hostess fondled her, feeling their weight and texture before letting them hang back down and telling Odette how lucky she was. Then the hostess beat a retreat, silently praying to the gods of womanly flesh that nothing like that should ever happen to her. 

"Every day I look in the mirror and I love them this way because Dev gets off on them and because they are a symbol of all the weight I lost!" Odette paused briefly for breath. "Someday I'll get them fixed, with a boob job to pull them up but not for a long time 'cause Dev and I fuck bareback" (Dev didn't flinch when she revealed this) "and someday he's gonna knock me up and then we'll get married but who knows what my tits are going to do first while I'm preggers and then when I'm milking? They could get big again! So I'm goin' to wait until that's over to see what happens before I do anything and in the meantime when they get in the way, I can just sling 'em over my shoulder!" Odette laughed at her own joke but the truth is her tits were so droopy she almost could do it for real! 

The two couples made small talk as they sat and watched the dancers through the one-way window. They commented often on the dancers' bodies and moves. Odette kept her tits right out in full view. Soon, as usual, Kiki ended up sitting on Charlie's lap and his big hand was resting close to her crotch. Her dress was gaping at the top and Charlie unbuttoned it to give everyone got a good look at her very different, pale, and more conventionally sensuous breasts. Dev seemed torn between looking at Kiki's high, firm boobs and his more familiar view of Odette's sagging tits. 

Of course, it did not take too long before the conversation turned to sex. Charlie's hand was up Kiki's skirt by then and she was purring like a kitten. Odette initiated the sex play by lifting one of her long tits up to Dev's mouth and inviting Charlie to suck on the other one. This wasn't so easy because Charlie was much taller but they figured it out and soon Odette had a man on each tit while Kiki looked on, passively. Then Charlie let his side go and brought Kiki up to the low-slung tit and let her suck it for a while, while he lifted the back of Kiki's dress and played with her tight, snow-white ass. Kiki figured that Charlie was going to bone her soon. She could feel her twat juice at the thought. Dev was getting a massive erection in his elegantly-tailored pants, because he loved to show Odette off in front of other people. Odette knew that Dev got excited when he was on her tit and figured he was going to want to give her the bone soon, too. Odette was wetting her panties, she was so excited. 

The two couples separated, undressing as they repositioned. Charlie reached up and turned the video screen in the room to a porn channel. It featured a good-looking couple having sex on a bench in a European park with people walking around them. The couple on the screen were shaved, just like they all were. Kiki thought to herself that she couldn't remember when most people had pubic hair. 

Dev and Odette sunk into the armchair as Dev sunk into Odette, who straddled Dev in a reverse cowgirl, letting her tits sway with his thrusts and moaning. Dev's hands were pulling her cheeks apart, feeling her butt where the skin was still a little loose from all the weight loss but tightening back up noticeably now because she was still young. He was fascinated by how she experienced such huge changes in her body – that was his fetish now! Maybe the next big change would be pregnancy! He hoped so, and then her body would change again and he would have made it happen. 

Kiki had pulled Charlie's enormous cock out of his pants and was sucking on it, slowly and thoughtfully, it's mass filling her mouth. She had already pulled off her dress but she and Charlie had this little kink where they liked her to be nude and for him to keep his pants on for a while. Charlie was lying back on the sofa and listening to Odette moan. When Charlie started to feel himself getting close, he gently pulled Kiki's head off his dick and let her pull his pants down the rest of the way before she climbed up on the sofa and he mounted her in the doggie position. Kiki's own tits hung down delectably and bounced with their motion but were too firm to sway. As always, Charlie had to rock his hips to get the tip of his cock into Kiki's hole and then he had to push hard to enter her, but Kiki had trained for years with dildos to stretch her cunt and Kegel exercises to keep herself tight, so she was really the easiest to fuck of all his girlfriends! And it was really good for her – deep and satisfying! – and Kiki was at the point where everything was set, sex was in motion, and she could just relax and let go, let the guy take over. That was the most enjoyable moment, for her, short of orgasm. 

Kiki's position let her watch Odette as she got fucked, too. Dreamily, while Charlie pounded his big dick into her and churned her insides so wonderfully, she noticed that Odette wasn't only floppy in her tits – her labia seemed big too, like she was one of those women whose pussy lips hang down an inch or more. That's cool, Kiki thought, in her sex haze. My body's tight. Hers is loose. I wonder how that feels? I want to feel her up!

Kiki didn't have much more time to muse about this, though, because Charlie was very excited (as he usually was when he screwed Kiki) and soon started bucking as he spurted long and powerful streams of hot semen right into her tight cunt, six or seven times, until it was running out of Kiki and onto the sofa covers. (Dry cleaning for the sofa covers was factored into the fee for the vip room.) Halfway through Charlie's ejaculation, Kiki gasped and let herself go with a very satisfying come that seemed to grip the cock her pelvis and made little twitching contractions around it. It went on for ages and she felt a rumbling in her chest that lasted a long time before she realized that she was moaning, too. 

As she came around again, Kiki looked over at Odette and saw that she, too, was coming, eyes closed, head thrown back, arms above her head, chest thrust forward, tits rocking back and forth as she and Dev shook in what seemed to be a simultaneous climax. What a well-matched couple! Kiki thought. They have a future together. Charlie and I don't, she mused. We're just a fun couple. What a relief!




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 02



When Charlie pulled out, the semen gushed out of Kiki, as it usually did, before he could wipe her with a napkin. At the same time, Odette was dripping into Dev's groin as she stood up. Kiki began to appreciate the seat covers and why there were so many napkins and scented towels around. She was sure that this was an expensive place and the guests probably paid a premium for the privilege of depositing their body fluids on the furniture as well as inside one another. 

The two couples rested for a while, drinking Cristal and nibbling on the finger food. No one made an effort to dress or to cover their nudity while they were in the vip room but Odette and Kiki used the vip room dressing gowns hung on the back of the door when they went barefoot to the ladies' room down the hall. Those gowns didn't cover much – Odette was admiring Kiki's shapely exposed legs as much as Kiki admired her tits through the gaping front of the gown – but they maintained decorum and prevented hustling in the hallway, since there were other vip guests going in and out of other rooms. 

While they were washing up, Odette said to Kiki, "You know, when I was fat I would have hated you because you are so beautiful and you have a gorgeous figure and all the guys who started out talking to me at parties went home with girls who looked like you but now that I'm slim and I know what it's like to be hit on all the time and it's hard when you look like you do to have a life that doesn't revolve completely around sex. Not that I'm complaining! Dev is obsessed with my body and every little change in it and that gives him the urge and keeps me well fucked but I'm the same person I was when I was heavy and nobody paid attention to me then." 

Kiki thought to herself, maybe it had something to do with people tuning you out because of your motor mouth, but it was not a great thing to say out loud. "Well, he's clearly in love with you and why not? You're stunning! Something special on your chest and – I couldn't help noticing! – between your legs!" Another thing Kiki had noticed about Odette is that she had very small, delicate hands, just right for fisting girls. Someday, maybe. 

"You're sweet!" Odette giggled. "Yeah, I've got big ol' pussy lips, too. Maybe I'll get 'em pierced so Dev will have even more body parts to play with. I read somewhere where a relationship based on a sex fetish is usually more stable than just attraction alone 'cause men don't get tired of it so fast and they keep coming back for it and it leads to long-term intimacy on top of real love so I feel real lucky with Dev in my life, 'cause he loves my droopy tits and not many men would. Don't take him away from me – ok? You're gorgeous and you could do it. Just fuck him if you want but don't lead him on, ok?"

Wow, thought Kiki. There's more to this girl than meets the eye. "Ok," she said, "I'm happy with Charlie. I warn you, he's got a huge penis so you're going to have to relax to take it all in!"

"Don't worry," Odette smiled at the welcome advice. "I'm loose. Dev likes it that way 'cause he has a hair trigger so he lasts longer in me." 

The two young women, rapidly becoming friends, padded their way back to the vip room together, under the appreciative eyes of several other club guests who were coming and going. Odette didn't even try to cover her tits when the dressing gown loosened as they walked back. 

When they got back into the vip room, Charlie and Dev were about halfway through their cigars and there was a new round of drinks and snacks on the table. The two girls took off their dressing gowns and the four of them lounged naked as they relaxed and refreshed themselves. Charlie was particularly interested in Odette's pussy, which she showed off by sitting with one leg curled under her. Dev certainly appreciated his girlfriend's body but for the moment he was staring at Kiki, thinking that it would be nice to fuck a more conventionally sexy hardbody for a change, just to remember what it was like. 

So it was to be expected that after they had rested a while the action started again, this time with a swap of partners. Dev ran his hands all over Kiki's body and sucked her nipples back to erect position. He was enjoying touching Kiki because her body felt so different, a nice change. He fingered her pussy. Good thing I've already come, he thought to himself, so I'll last a good long time in her tight, wet pussy. He was eager and although he loved to lick Odette out, he was in a hurry to get to penetration with this hardbody and so he mounted Kiki in the missionary position without any more foreplay. 

Kiki was relaxed already and soon she let go and surrendered control of her body to the man fucking her, which is the way she liked it. But all the while he was humping her, obviously enjoying the tightness of her naturally well-lubricated twat, Kiki noticed that he was watching Odette, not her. He was giving it to her good but what was turning him on most was watching Odette take Charlie, not Kiki's body. This was unusual but Kiki smiled to herself because she remembered what Odette had said to her in the ladies' room and she thought it was nice that here was a couple so much in love and so turned on by one another's bodies that even when they screwed other people they were thinking of each other. Then Kiki felt herself going over the edge and she held that warm, comforting thought as she rode out a wonderful, glowing orgasm. 

Odette had gotten on her hands and knees across the loveseat and had raised her newly skinny butt up in front of Charlie, who was kneeling on one end with his feet on the floor and his knees resting on the sofa cushion. He was deep inside her and she had her eyes closed and she was moaning as she took his huge cock in her deep, loose vagina while Charlie rocked back and forth. She took it more easily than Kiki but still it filled her up. Although Odette's arms were straight, her tits were hanging down so low they were dragging on the sofa cushion and Kiki wondered how it felt for her for the nipple to rub against the fabric every time Charlie lunged into her. It obviously felt fine because Odette was next to orgasm, shuddering, tits shaking all over, yelling "fuck that's good!" over the sound of the music outside. She was caught in a long, drawn-out ecstasy when Charlie straightened up and pounded her a few times and then went rigid as he spurted over and over again deep into her capacious cunt, filling her until the foamy white come dripped down the insides of her thighs! 

At almost the very moment that Charlie released his sperm into Dev's girlfriend, Kiki felt Dev's cock twitch in release and her own cunt was filled with his creamy semen as he bucked his hips and held her tight, as if she would slip out from under him. All the while, Dev was watching Odette, who was not only coming down from her own monster orgasm but was revving up for another one as Charlie kept pounding her while his dick stayed semi-hard for a while longer. Odette had another orgasm with Charlie and then sank down on the loveseat on her elbows with her butt held up in the air by Charlie's rod, a big smile on her face. 

When Charlie pulled out of Odette, there was a gush and she could feel her vagina empty out a little, making a mess on the covers on the loveseat. No matter. Gushing was part of the fun! Kiki had already disconnected from Dev and was trying to sit up, a little dizzy from her own powerful climax. Odette crawled over and sat next to Kiki and they hugged one another. Dev and Charlie were laughing and gave each other a high five.

"Did you taste Dev yet?" Odette asked Kiki. "He tastes really good!" Dev heard her and beamed in pride. 

Kiki scooted down in the seat, reached between her legs, and scooped out a big gob of fuckjuice with two fingers. "You're right!" Kiki exclaimed. "Salty oyster with a hint of almond!" The two girls giggled. "Now you taste Charlie and tell me how it compares! I think he's the best." 

Odette did the same. "Smoky, bitter herbs, and a hint of vanilla!" She laughed, "it's good but I like Dev's better. Here - if you like Charlie's spunk so much, you can have my share!" and she turned so her sloppy cunt would be in Kiki's direction. As she lay back down on the sofa, her tits fell to either side, all the way to the seat cushion. 

"Help yourself to Dev!" offered Kiki. 

Now was the moment for Oedtte and Kiki to come together! Kiki crawled on top of Odette so they were in a 69, lapping the sperm from each other's messy pussies holding the fertile splooge of their own boyfriends. Kiki could suck big gobs of semen out of Odette's vagina now, which Odette helped expel by bearing down to push it out. Occasionally she paused to take Odette's generous pussy lips into her mouth and pull. After a few minutes of this, Kiki noticed that the fuckjuice was becoming more watery and changing taste. She was getting less of Charlie and more of Odette's own secretions. Delicious! 

Odette was licking Kiki at the same time and sucking out the sweet remains of her own lover's come from the other woman, while running her tongue over Kiki's erect clit. That's why Kiki was the first to orgasm this time, a nice, long rolling climax that made her legs twitch. Odette followed a minute or so later but that might have been triggered by Dev sticking two fingers up her while Kiki was panting too heavily to suck her out! Then Kiki felt a warm liquid dripping on her ass. She knew what it was without looking, because Charlie was standing over them and she knew that he had been masturbating and had just ejaculated on her. 

It had been quite a night and there were no showers in the club, of course. They took a long time cleaning each other up with moist towelettes and damp washcloths with water from the washbasin. Kiki figured this was how people washed up in the old days, before there were indoor sinks. 

They didn't break up the party right away, but soon it was time to go. It was getting close to 3:00 am and tomorrow was a workday for Charlie, although he never started serious work before noon, if he could help it. They helped each other get dressed, not hesitating to cop a feel if they felt like it, and hugged and promised to do it again soon. Charlie settled the bill and Dev thanked him for his generosity, then they filed out and through the noisy club, where the action was beginning to wind down. Kiki would go home with Charlie and stay the night and after a good sleep she could expect a righteous wake-up fuck. Dev and Odette looked like they were going to jump each other again as soon as they got home! What a hot couple!

These vips rooms are a great idea, Charlie thought. It's fun to have sex with friends and to swap. He and Kiki had done it here before with other friends. Hell, he thought to himself, maybe they'd come back here and do it again, right here in the same place, tomorrow night.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 03



Charlie Biggs, who was as big as his name and built like a linebacker, held the door open for Kiki with plenty of room for her to walk under his arm. They were going into the side entrance of city hall, the door the reporters never covered. Even if someone saw them, Charlie still had lots of business with the town council even though he wasn't city manager any more, and Kiki could have been a secretary or one of the assistants in his law and lobbying firm, which was just a cover for the undeclared but his real and very lucrative business: putting the "fix" in. And besides, in a town like this the newspaper wasn't going to dig dirt. The newspaper was already losing business because of the internet and if it pissed off the local advertisers, it would fold. That would be bad for Charlie's business, though, because he liked to leverage off politician's fears of what might happen. 

Kiki looked delicious, as always, her dirty blonde hair and very fair complexion in sharp contrast to Charlie's black skin and her busty but not extreme figure a model of femininity. Today she was wearing unusually modest clothes, a simple woman's business suit that played down her charms but couldn't hide the fact that she was a very attractive woman. 

Charlie fixed problems that people had with the city through his network of contacts and influence. He did it because he could and because it was to his advantage to fix things for people who mattered in the town. Charlie only fought battles he knew he could win without drawing public attention. It was righteous citizen opinion you had to fear in a town like this, that and the power of the College's purchasing department and endowment trust to put its money somewhere else. Keep everything complicated, quiet, and off the record and the fine town citizens would stay asleep and everything would be cool. Things had been cool for a long time. 

Charlie and Kiki were sitting in a small, old fashioned office with brown walls and some old prints of how the town looked a century ago, when the College was still small and the economy was based on farming and manufacturing. The manufacturing economy was long gone, the farms had turned to subdivisions, and local business depended on the purchases the College and students made for their business these days.

A young man, wearing a thin, out-of-fashion striped tie and a white shirt, breezed in and closed the door. "Hi, Charlie! This your friend?" He nodded at Kiki. 

Charlie introduced them. The man's name was Gerald. 

"You know the situation?" 

Charlie knew. Kiki knew as much as she needed to know and no more, and she didn't want to know any more. 

"Here's the deal. He's coming into town tomorrow and he'll stay at the Vincennes. He plans to make a final pitch to Fred on Thursday." Fred was the mayor. "If Fred turns him down again, he says he's going to go public and tell his story." Nobody had to spell out the consequences: media attention, investigations, indictments, skeletons dug up, dirty laundry aired, cozy relationships disrupted. "So," he turned to face Kiki, "do you think you can help us?"

"Of course," Kiki responded without hesitation. "If he's half the man you say he is. It takes balls to do that and if he's got those kind of balls, his balls can get him in trouble." She smiled. "Balls make men stupid around me."

The young man broke into a smile himself. "Balls he has. Brains are another story. Aston's the laziest lawyer in the tri-state area and if it weren't for his client – his one and only client – he'd be living on public defender fees." 

And so it happened that two days later Kiki sat waiting at the city's international airport in the Ground Transportation area, dressed like a businesswoman, except for a skirt that was two inches too short for the normal office dress code. She was holding a shuttle ticket to the town an hour away, a suitcase on wheels by her side. There was no clue that she actually lived in the town of their destination and was not a visitor at all. She also did not act like she was waiting for a certain very handsome, somewhat vain-appearing passenger named Jim Aston to arrive. And when he did, she got into the shuttle as if she had just got off the plane herself. 

She got in first, knowing that he would knock over any of the other passengers in order to sit right next to her. Within seconds he had turned on a beaming smile and charm by the megawatt, striking up a casual conversation that was anything but innocuous. Of course, each time he turned to talk to her he was rewarded by a down blouse view of Kiki's lovely pale uplifted breasts. And, of course, at first she acted like she had no interest in him at all. It helped that another passenger was trying to hit on her, too! Great luck. A little male competition always helped spark a guy's interest. But during the ride she seemed to warm up to Aston, smiling with the corners of her mouth, without looking directly at him but in his direction. By the time they reached the Hotel Vincennes, she was twirling her blonde hair and looking sideways at him and folding her arms in front of her, as if she recognized that he was a sexual threat and had to protect herself, while at the same time making it easier to look down her blouse and pushing her fine bosom up a little higher. She was sending all the right signals that she was interested. 

Of course, Aston would have seen through it, if he had consciously thought about it rather than responding with testosterone. Women were always interested in him but rarely did he meet a woman so worthy of his interest in return. Maybe he could learn where she was staying or get her cell number, then call her for a little dalliance on this trip. He introduced himself as Alex and she introduced herself as Katrina, which was her rarely-used real name. She was evasive when he asked her where she was staying – an obviously prudent move for a woman traveling alone and a sign of her intelligence, he reflected. But before the van stopped she gave him a business card from a company in Chicago, and wrote her personal cell number on the back. She told him that she would be leaving the company soon, having found a better job that didn't require her to travel, but they didn't know it yet. She had to tell her husband first and she hinted – but only hinted! – that she was considering leaving him! (Aston had already noticed that she wore a wedding ring. He hadn't noticed that the skin on her finger was not indented from it, because she had only started wearing it an hour before he first saw her.) 

When she got out of the shuttle van behind him, Aston suddenly realized that they would be staying at the same hotel! What luck! Kiki made sure that she showed lots of leg and a flash of panties as she climbed awkwardly, with none of her usual grace, out of the van. This gave Aston a chance to hold her hand as she stepped down. Together, they walked into the lobby of the Hotel Vincennes and he graciously allowed her to go first at the registration desk. When she was done but before she could break away to the elevators, he redoubled his efforts, by inviting her to dinner that night. She acted nonchalant but like she wanted to accept his invitation but wasn't sure. She told him to register while she checked her Blackberry to see if she was free from any other commitments that night on this business trip. She remained standing at the registration desk, off to one side, next to a potted palm, within hearing distance of what happened next. 

It was just after noon, a little early to check in. Still, Aston was taken a back when the hotel clerk, playing the part very nicely for $100 slipped to him the night before, informed him that his room was not ready yet and probably wouldn't be until about 4:00, because a large group, a sports team, had arranged for late departure that day. The last free room from the morning had been given to Kiki, it seemed. However, would he accept this complimentary pass to the sports club across the street, with its Olympic-size swimming pool, as their apology? The pool opened at 3:00 for hotel guests, he was informed, after the famous College varsity swim team had finished practice. 

Aston, of course, had been a competitive swimmer himself in college. He still swam every day and he chose this hotel in particular because, for a fee, guests could use the athletic club's magnificent pool. Now it was being offered for free! But where would he go in the meantime? 

At that moment, Kiki stepped in and graciously offered to let him use her room to drop this bags and change before he went for the swim. The man was not going to turn down this kind offer from a woman he was desperate to score with, and so these two very attractive people and a very large and comfortable-looking bed found themselves together in an opulent business-class hotel room, with nothing else to do for the moment. Once in the room, of course, testosterone and estrogen took over.

"This is so unusual for me," Kiki said, "having a man I just met come up to my room. But I feel so comfortable with you – like we've known each other a long time! And you don't seem like the kind of guy who would call my boss at work or do anything that would embarrass me. A girl has to watch out for her reputation when she entertains a strange man in her room during a business trip." 

"Of course not, Katrina!" Aston said, using the name on her card. "You don't mind if I call you Katrina, do you?" So old fashioned and debonair of him to ask! "And I assure you of my discretion. Why, I have to be careful myself, in my position." Actually, everyone who knew Aston, including his wife, knew that he screwed around. "And I know you must find that men make inappropriate overtures to you. You are, after all, very attractive!" 

Puh-leeze, Kiki thought to herself. Can't you do better than that? But she smiled radiantly and whispered "Well, I find you very attractive as well!" Neither one of them really cared what the other one said as long as the conversation went through the motions of two adults getting to know each other, touching all the required social bases before getting down to intimacy. For Aston, this was to be done as quickly as possible without seeming rushed. The bed was beckoning. But in addition to the seduction play, Kiki needed to cover a few additional bases before she was done and they could get down to some serious fucking. The next thing to do was to keep him waiting a while to raise his anxiety level, which Kiki did by insisting on ordering lunch in their room. That wasted a good hour. 

Seeing the bright post-noontime sunlight streaming through the curtains as they finished their lunch, Kiki exclaimed, "What a delightful afternoon! I can't think of a more wonderful way to spend it! Can you?"

"Did I hear you say you wanted an "afternoon delight?"" asked Aston, smirking. "No need to call room service to be serviced in your room!" He had mis-stepped in his frustration. Aston was smooth but not that smooth and he had overreached in his impatience. He had gone too far in the seduction dance, introducing sardonic humor before he had achieved tacit agreement to have sex, and compounding the mistake by smirking. 

Kiki sobbed loudly once, surprising and completely unnerving Aston. "You brute! Was it something I said? Something I did? How could you know what my needs are? It's been so long since someone gave me what I need!" (Actually, it had been about 14 hours, but for Kiki that was a long time between orgasms.) Aston, of course, read into it what he wanted to hear. 

"Oh, Katrina," he cried in return, alarmed and worried that he had scared her off by being so bold. "I am so sorry! I want to give you the satisfaction you crave!" And Kiki was sure he did. 

Then Kiki dropped all apparent simulated pretence of resistance and cried "Alex! I'm sorry – I overreacted! I need so much to be loved by a real man!" Aston felt a flood of relief, that despite his overreach the game was still on. He suddenly had tacit agreement! Green light!

The verbal seduction part out of the way, but with Aston's confidence just a little shaken to make him defensive, the two of them got down to business. They embraced, fully clothed, as passionate lovers, mouth on mouth, groin to groin, chest to voluptuous chest. Aston was amazed at how firm her tits were. When they unlocked, a long time later, Kiki found that Aston had undone her blouse and unhooked her bra in back and that she had to hurry to catch up in unbuttoning his shirt. He had a broad, manly chest. She, on the other hand, had a deep, womanly chest, with stiffening nipples.

They separated briefly, Aston to take off his pants and Kiki her skirt, but let each other pull down the remaining underwear, discovering the delights between each other's legs. He felt her wetness as he first pulled the waistband of her panties over her hips and then the panties off and down her legs by the gusset, a bold move that let the backs of his fingers rub up against her pussy lips! She pulled the waistband of his briefs over his hips but then played with his cock and balls through the loose fabric as they hung around his crotch, finally tiring of the game and pushing them down to his ankles. She returned to his crotch immediately and instantly took his elegantly-shaped penis into her mouth and his ballsack into her hands, handling his testicles roughly as she sucked and pulled on his dick until his rod was steely hard and she could taste his precum oozing out. (She did not deep throat him, however – that would maybe tell him she was more experienced than she wanted him to think!) When Aston stopped moving and began to moan, she quit her oral foreplay and stood back up, eyes locked onto his, communicating desire. 

The two instant lovers pulled each other onto the bed and Aston got on top, looking fiercely into her supplicating eyes as he positioned himself between her legs – and thrust! She was ready for him and as he mounted her she shuddered lightly with pleasure! "Mounted", she thought – such an ugly word for such a beautiful sensation, as the tip of his cock engaged her entrance and then she felt the lovely warm glide of his long, elegant penis sliding into her. 

Aston was now deep inside her and Kiki could let go – surrender control to the man who was fucking her. This was her favorite part of sex, at least until climax. She loved the feeling of knowing that she had manipulated events to lead up to this moment to get what she wanted and that from here on she could relax and let the man control the sexual tempo. 

Aston was powerfully stimulated and rock hard! He thrust in and out of Kiki for a long time, changing position to doggie, which let him reach underneath and fondle her firm, warm tits and then spreading her out on the bed again so he could not only fondle them but bend down to lick the nipple while they fucked. Kiki arched her pelvis in every position to get him as deep as he could go – she felt him knocking on her cervix and she even thought she could feel the ridge on the crown of his dick when he pulled almost all the way out, just before slamming back into her! 

It did not take long for Kiki to reach her summit. She held back as long as she could, loving the fragile sense of being on the edge, keeping the tension for as long as she could, and then she had to let go – she could not hold back any longer! Her orgasm fell even more heavily and came crashing down as she felt contractions all through her pelvis and even up in her chest, where it felt like even her nipples were spasming! Her come seemed to go on forever and when it was over, Kiki felt dazed, like she was drifting on a cloud of pleasure. 

Seeing the gorgeous creature under him lose her control, Aston could no longer control himself – he had been doing everything he could not to come (counting to 1000, remembering the batting lineup of the 1998 World Series, thinking of his wife) but he had come up to his limit! He gritted his teeth, grimaced, and his body tensed as he let go, releasing spurt after powerful spurt of hot, creamy semen that flooded her cunt and spilled out of her and smeared on her thighs with every thrust. His climax also seemed to go on forever and for the longest time he and Kiki were both in a postcoital daze, holding each other and rocking their hips together and just enjoying the flittering sensations and slippery textures of their coupling! 

When it was over, and they had told each other how great it was and kissed and caressed each others genitals for a while, Kiki rolled over and glanced at the clock radio. "Hey, it's 2:45. Didn't you say you had something you wanted to do at 3:00?"

Aston looked at the LED time display and remembered the pool. He really was a fanatic about swimming and he had gone to a lot of trouble to find an Olympic-size pool he could use on his trip to town. He figured that he was bound to have sex with Katrina (Kiki) again tonight – she would want it as much as he did! – but that if he didn't move fast he'd lose his chance to swim today. By the time he finished, the hotel would certainly have his room ready but he really wasn't in any hurry to move his bags out of Kiki's room! Having them there gave him every reason to come back, if a reason was even needed. 

So Aston cleaned up a bit, put on his swim trunks and a terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and picked up his ticket for the pool. The hotel had already told him that it was a common sight to see guests walking across the street to the pool in their robes and nobody would think anything of it. (The hotel was on a leafy cul de sac, across the street from the athletic club.) Aston promised he would be back after a couple of hours. Kiki knew that he would, of course, because his bags were in her room. She murmured that she wanted to stay in bed, but that he should take her room key to let himself back in. 

Soon after he left, she called her friend at the athletic club and confirmed that he had arrived, got a towel, and was headed for the pool. Kiki then had a leisurely hour and a half to pick the lock on his attaché case, find the package he planned to take to the mayor, scan them into a little handheld scanner, encode the documents, and transmit them to Gerald using her tablet. From what she could see just quickly glancing over them, it had something to do with a city public works contract and some work done on the mayor's home by a big construction company. The last thing she did after confirming that the document was received was to check Aston's shirt pocket. 

By the time Aston came back, Kiki was dressed to go out, in a tight black dress, sheer black stockings, and a pearl necklace, although it was still early in the day for such attire. Aston just took a moment to transfer his bags to his own room, which was now available. He wondered if this was really necessary but it seemed presumptuous of him to keep them in Kiki's room when he had a room of his own, and it was safer, in case the evening did not end right. Aston always hedged his bets. 

After cocktails at the bar, daiquiris for Kiki and whisky for Aston, they went to dinner. At first, Aston seemed to think it was his duty to draw her out and to learn more about her but Kiki kept steering the conversation toward how unhappy she was with her husband, her job, her boss, or whatever and Aston quickly lost interest, allowing Kiki to ask him a few questions that got him talking about himself. She learned that he worked as legal counsel for a construction company, the smallest of the four biggest in the tri-state area, and that business had been bad the last few years because of the recession. 

After dinner, Kiki wanted to listen to the music at the piano bar, which are rare these days. Aston wanted to fuck, having already had a taste of her wonderful body, but he agreed to the piano bar to keep her happy. It did give them a chance to cuddle in a dark booth and Aston soon had his hand on her leg but he felt frustrated because she was wearing panty hose and he couldn't get at her pussy. Even so, he knew it was a wise decision to be patient while she got more and more relaxed and finally slumped into his arms and whispered that she wanted to go back to her room, so they could "finish what we started!" 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 03



Kiki was ready for another round! She didn't particularly care if Aston was shallow, pretentious and self-absorbed – the important thing was that he was a great lay, looked good, turned her on, and had a nice long cock! This little assignment was turning out to be a lot more fun than she ever imagined! 

That night they made love more slowly, almost languidly. Kiki was mellow and relaxed after five daiquiris and Aston was pleasantly tired from his long swim but the prospect of sex energized them. At the same time, they were both excited by the fondling and stroking they had been doing under the table

When they got back to the hotel room, Aston was surprised that Kiki had requested that they put an armless chair in the room, brought up from the restaurant. This time Kiki pushed Aston back into it, where he sat with his rigid cock rigid, while she mounted him, facing him and basically sitting on his pubic bone. She liked the control that gave her, of the depth and angle of his penetration, how his cock moved inside her, and how she was positioned slightly above him so she could look into his eyes. He liked it because he was very deep in her warm and damp cunt and it was caressing his eager cock every time she moved and because he could bite her nipples and nuzzle his face between her perfect breasts. Kiki rose and sank back down very slowly, rocking her pelvis, feeling every movement in her wet vagina. They did that for a long time – it was almost tantric! – until Kiki again got to her limit of endurance. A girl can only stay on the edge for so long! 

Kiki fell over the edge, her pussy squeezing down hard on Aston's cock as she gasped and let herself go into the whirlpool of her orgasm. Her pussy muscles brought Aston off and he too tensed and came, spurting streams of semen deep into her, where it stayed bottled up and steaming as long as he was plugging her hole. They stayed high for a long time, each in their orgasmic bliss, and only reluctantly uncoupled. 

Kiki ran to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to put between her legs because Astons' semen started to drip as soon as his dick came out of her. But she came right back and the two of them got into bed, where they went back to it, kissing and sucking, Aston occasionally inserting himself into Kiki just to keep things simmering but not pounding her a lot, until they had both recovered and did it again for real, this time missionary position under the covers. By the early morning hours, they had made an impressive wet spot.

The next morning, Aston boned Kiki when they woke up and again before they shared breakfast from room service. Kiki dressed very conservatively and reminded Aston tearfully that she was tied up in meetings all day and that her plane left at 7:00 that night, and how could she go back to what she had in Chicago now that she had experienced a real man? and that she had to pull herself together to be presentable for her meetings! Aston acted stoic and said that he would always cherish what they shared. He had her card and he would be looking for opportunities to go to Chicago soon without arousing suspicion on the part of his wife or his boss, so they could be together again. 

Aston was troubled for another reason, however. His brain was a little foggy from the alcohol the night before and the lack of sleep, since he and Kiki had been up long past midnight. And this morning he was going into one of the most important meetings of his career, the outcome of which would determine whether he could keep his well-paying and cushy job and also save his employer from bankruptcy. Even worse, his flight back was morning of the next day, so unless he scored again today he was facing an empty bed tonight and a letdown. Sex with Katrina (Kiki) had been better than great! He wanted to do her again before he left town!

Nine hours later, Aston had changed his ticket to go back early. He was sitting in the terminal, crushed and disbelieving, wondering how things could have gone so wrong! He was going to lose everything, the way this turned out. He kept looking at the passengers walking past him, hoping, in vain, to spot the woman he knew as Katrina and who should be leaving for Chicago about this time but didn't seem to be at the gate for that flight. Somehow he had even lost her card from his shirt pocket. He tried to remember her cell number but couldn't. 

From the hotel, Kiki had gone directly home, indulged in a smoke, since she hadn't allowed herself the pleasure with Aston because he was a nonsmoker, and had a refreshing nap in her own bed. That night, she met up with Charlie and Gerald at one of Charlie's favorite restaurants. Gerald didn't bring his girlfriend because he didn't want her to know his confidential business. Charlie brought along one of the girls from his office for him, a buxom young redhead named Phoebe who didn't talk much. Phoebe was reliable enough to service the mayor himself when he needed a little change of pussy. 

Gerald was sitting there, relaxed, with his arm around Phoebe, fingers touching her big tit. "You shoulda been there!" Gerald said with a laugh. "His whole pitch was that if the company doesn't get its "fair" share of business from the town – like doing all the roads and sewer lines to serve Sunshine Meadows before the houses go up is a "fair share"! – "So, he says," Gerald imitated Aston's stiff, deep-voiced manner of speaking, "it just might get out that the mayor had had some work done on his house by the competition and hadn't paid full price!" Gerald went back to his own voice. "You should have seen his face when Fred pulled out a receipt for the balance and offered to copy it for him! Aston couldn't believe it! Then the best part was that Fred - our mayor! on the take since he was first appointed to the police commission! - spent the next fifteen minutes giving Aston a lecture on ethics, corrupt practices, how he was going to go to the state attorney general to report attempted extortion and conspiracy – really reaming him out – and how he'd never allow the town to do business with a company that stooped to blackmail! Our mayor was saying that – our mayor! Mister Ten Percent! And Aston was just sitting there, like he was numb all over, deer in the headlights-like, he didn't know what hit him!"

They sipped their drinks and savored the moment. Kiki played with her third daiquiri, which for some reason had been served to her with a paper umbrella. Gerald and Charlie exchanged meaningful glances when Phoebe wasn't paying attention and smiled. Kiki knew what it meant but ignored them because it wasn't her ass they were thinking about. Boning Phoebe would be a nice way for Gerald to celebrate his success, since Phoebe was a real treat and usually out of his league. 

Everyone was in a good mood. Kiki smiled, too, the corners of her lips turning upward. She had come through for Charlie and in short order she'd celebrate by getting boned herself with his lovely big dick. She knew perfectly well that this whole caper wasn't about blackmail over a few thousand dollars of unpaid home renovations. She didn't need or want to know about the two $200,000 bribes that might have been uncovered if some big city paper started investigating the little stuff. Of course, Phoebe knew all about it. Knowing about it was an important part of her early retirement plans.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 04



"You sure you're ok with this?" Charlie asked, in a low voice. The room was clean but nothing special. A typical airport hotel room. It was obvious why the man they were meeting, the guy called "Ensil", wanted to meet there, at the nearest big airport, here in the city, instead of driving all the way to town. But you would have thought that a member of the Nuszsaecker family would have wanted something more upscale than this nondescript motel room with a king-sized bed. 

Kiki paused and blew out a stream of cigarette smoke in the other direction. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Just checking," Charlie said, after the hostess left. "'Cause if you don't want to do this, it's getting too late to tell me." 

Kiki didn't say anything. She knew how important this was. She also liked being with Charlie, and after all he had given her and the good times that they had had, she was ok doing him this one big favor. And it was a big one. 

It wasn't that she was nervous about bad things happening tonight but she knew she was going to be put through her paces. There were going to be moments. Maybe it would be fun. Maybe not. She was smoking cigarettes one after the other, to calm herself down. Charlie wouldn't be there to protect her. 

Charlie solved problems for people, relying on the juice he had built up over years as city manager of the college town. These days, he represented business interests to the town council and specialized in fixing any little problem that involved zoning or relocation subsidies or tax credits or.....persuasion. He was a fixer. 

Kiki was going to fix a problem for him tonight. 

Charlie had been a very popular public servant because a minority city manager gave the town a real advantage in applying for federal grants, dealing with the state, and negotiating with the College administrators, who held the real economic power in town. The mayor and town council could thumb their nose at the redneck county they were in because Charlie was untouchable. When Charlie resigned, after twelve years, his bank account was surprisingly fat for a city official. Nobody had the guts to find out how he got his money. After he went private, his bank account got a lot fatter. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to get a guarantee on what's in it for you?" Charlie asked, for the third or fourth time, not letting the matter drop. 

Kiki looked at him, expressionless. "Look, Charlie, you're not my pimp and I'm not a whore. I'm doing this for you and if your friends want to give me a little gift that turns out to be pretty big, I'll take it but I'm not negotiating my price like some streetwalker."

"Okay, okay," Charlie hastened to reassure her. "I just want to be sure. I'll make sure you're taken care of but I want you happy at the end of this."

"I'd like a cigarette," Kiki said, hopefully. "A couple daiquiris would be nice!"

Charlie shook his head. "You know you can't kiss a stranger smelling like an ashtray."

"At the end of this I'm going to need a big fuck from someone huge who knows what he's doing," whispered Kiki, patting Charlie's big package through the front of his pants. "I'd rather have it right now. There's a bed in this room!" They were sitting on a sofa next to it. The bed took up half the room. 

"You know why we can't do it beforehand. You know I'd love to give it to you hard and deep right now."

Kiki smiled. She didn't have to say anything. They both knew that Kiki had spent years training herself to take big dicks and still go back to being tight inside. She could take a horse-cocked lover one night and still be as tight as a virgin the next. But her cunt took a few hours to come back to normal after she was stretched out to the limit. If she fucked Charlie now, his huge penis would stretch her so much she wouldn't be able to clamp down again on someone with a normal dick, at least for a couple of hours, even with her phenomenal control. Even with all the practice and Kegel exercises, her cunt couldn't adjust that fast – no girl could. 

"You know what you can do for me, Charlie-Barley, is get my motor going. Chances are he'll want to do some groping first and he might want to finger fuck me. It's easier on me when I'm juiced."

Charlie chuckled. He pulled her up onto his knee and brought his big hand up between her legs. Kiki put her arm around his neck and leaned into him, feeling tiny against his body, which was hard like a tree trunk. She could feel a rectangular bulge in his inside coat pocket. Her loose-fitting bodice was gaping and he was looking down at the familiar site of Kiki's creamy, firm braless breasts and her stubby, hardening nipples. Gently, knowing exactly how she liked it, Charlie's big but nimble fingers started to work on her pussy. 

He caressed her tenderly between the legs, tugging on her labia, gently squeezing her mound around her clit, indirectly moving and pressing on it without direct stimulation. As he fondled her, he could feel her begin to relax, her tension gradually replaced by arousal. Kiki was nuzzling his neck. After a few minutes, she let out a sigh and Charlie could feel moisture, could put the tip of his finger up inside her and feel the wetness. That was as far as he planned to go this afternoon – just to get her in the mood. If all went well, he'd have plenty of time tomorrow to give it to her for real. 

Kiki was reacting like she always did to Charlie. He was her favorite fuck, honestly. The one man she could barely take, the one that challenged her to the limit, but who gave her the biggest thrill. And he felt the same way about her. She was the one woman who could take him without fear, screaming only in passion and not tortured pain, and never stopping him from ramming it in fast and all the way. So many women in his life had let him get started and then stopped him midway because they couldn't take him. Even more had done it once and then never let him do it again. Kiki was different. 

The phone rang. Kiki stood up and let Charlie answer it. He grunted and said "OK. We're waiting." before he put the handset back. Kiki sat back on the sofa next to him. She would have liked to have gone into this thing with a juiced pussy but they ran out of time. 

Moments later, they heard the sound of a key in the door and in walked a tall, silver-haired man with the contemptuous face of a natural killer, wearing a dark gray suit and a silver tie. Wordlessly, the man pulled what looked like a flashlight with a bent coat hanger on it from his pocket and swept it over the walls and ceiling and behind the sofa and around the lamps. Then he paused as he stood in front of Kiki. He looked mean and Kiki felt very threatened. Suddenly she didn't want to be left alone. 

"Who're you?"

Charlie spoke for her. "She's a friend. She's a friend of mine and she'll be a friend to him tonight."

The man with the mean-looking face snorted and motioned to Kiki to stand up. Then he turned her around and pulled the loose back of the dress away from her body and looked inside, then he put his hand in and Kiki felt a finger in the crack of her butt. The finger went to her anus and probed her up to the first knuckle. Satisfied, he turned her to the front again and pulled the top of her dress away from her chest and looked down. Then the man ran his hands around the outside of her tits, over her hips, felt her belly and under her ass cheeks, and crouching down, ran his hand up the inside of both her legs after Kiki took a step to spread her legs. He stopped only when he came to her cunt and Kiki could feel the tip of his finger (she hoped it wasn't the same finger) as he inserted it just inside her. He smiled when he felt how she was wet. 

Satisfied that she wasn't wearing a wire and that there was no bug put in the room since the last time he had inspected it a couple of hours before, the man left the room, not saying anything. 

Kiki sat back down. Charlie leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. He squeezed her hand for the last time that night. Too late to back out now. 

Minutes later, there was a key in the door again and in walked a tall, pasty-faced man in his forties, looking pale, tired, and drawn. He moved heavily, like he was swimming instead of walking. His downbeat manner was in stark contrast to his Armani suit and expensive purple silk tie. His voice was nasal and he sniffed a lot while he talked. He was followed by the same man who had inspected the premises and Kiki. The man with the snarl, in his silver suit, made himself inconspicuous in a corner chair. 

"So your people want to do business or no?" the man asked, without introducing himself. He was the husband of the recently deceased daughter of Gerhard Nuszsaecker, the famous pornographer. [See "Emily's Enterprise" for the Nuszsaecker story.] His friends and his enemies alike called him "Ensil" because it was short for "Nuszsaeker's son", a jocular reference to his marrying into the famous porn family and then suddenly and unexpectedly inheriting the business. 

"I wouldn't be here if they didn't," Charlie replied. "But you have to understand their position. It's a brilliant idea." He was referring to the world's first video studio for live sex performances where the customer could order the sexual act and position in real time as the performers fucked. "Personally, I particularly like your idea of getting everything geared up for virtual reality – that's gonna be huge." 

"Still not as good as warm meat on your dick," the man said, nodding to Kiki. He paused reflectively, like the visionary he was. "Damned internet killed commercial porn with low-quality free stuff. But it's gonna revive it with new technology for quality product. High def. 3D. Remote fucking. You got a remote connection on the drawing boards – the guy fucks a silicon pelvis with body temperature, artificial sweat, pussy tension all geared to what the girl is putting out right then on her end. Virtual reality – any fantasy you want, even if it's really bad. Nobody gets hurt for real. Robots." He chuckled. "Next will be pussy smell-o-rama. We're gonna make traditional porn videos and video feeds feel like black and white pictures from the '50s look now, by the time we're done." He poured himself a drink from the bar. 

"You know my father was once the top pornographer in this country. Now it's practically all gone. Fucking internet." Nuszsaecker's daughter had died under mysterious circumstances before she had a chance to divorce this guy and change her will. He had inherited everything. Here he was complaining but it wasn't him who built the porn empire. 

Kiki, who was from the town where this guy wanted to put the business, spoke for the first time since they were introduced. "It's really exciting but why do you want to do it here? Our town is a long way from the city and the only thing out here is a famous College." For a minute he fixed her with a stare so intense she thought he was glaring at her. Charlie looked like he wished she hadn't said anything. "Don't get me wrong – I'm not questioning you...." She hesitated – he was still staring at her. "It's just that I'm from around there so I'm curious." Maybe curiosity wasn't such a smart idea in this situation. 

"Hey, doll. You're smart but what you just said are the reasons to be there, not the reasons not to be there. What I mean is that big cities are expensive and porn has become a low-margin business, thanks to fucking free trailers and tittie blogs and amateur porn. You got girls there, right? Rich girls who go to College. Some of them flunk out of school, some of them piss off their parents and need money from somewhere else, some of them go bad on dope and sex. We'll sign them up. All types. Then you have the working-class girls in the town." Kiki didn't flinch – he was talking about women like her, but of course he either didn't know it or didn't care. 

"Girl-next door types. Sluts." Kiki did flinch at that, since she was a slut and proud of it and didn't like the way he said it. "Then you got the girls off the farms around there. Some of them rebel against their parents, go bad. This location is like a farm for dirty girls, and its far enough away from the city that they won't get a reputation – unless they want one. We'll help the wanna be porn star get started, of course, but for most of them this'll be like a one-time gig or a year or two at most. We'll pay 'em well to shave their pussies, get skanky, show off and get laid, teach 'em the moves, and when they've had enough or they get knocked up they can take off their fake tattoos and let their hair grow out its natural color, take out their piercings, gain back a few pounds, and move on without being recognized." He chuckled again. "Well, maybe the type we want will want to get a breast reduction, too." His laugh was chilling. 

Deep inside, Kiki was bothered, profoundly disturbed really, by what he was saying. He was talking about girls like her as if they were trash, objects to be used and then thrown away, but she didn't say anything more. She had a role to play in this thing and judging what was going on wasn't included in that role. 

Left unsaid through all of this was the real reason Nuszsaecker's son was going to base his high-tech porn empire in the small town an hour's drive from here. The town officials could be bought. The cover story was going to be that the new facility was an experimental media lab for a communications company based in Chicago that wanted it away from public attention, out of sight. It would be built in an old, almost windowless concrete building that used to belong to the phone company, situated on the edge of the town limits, in what was a failed industrial park near the new Sunshine Meadows housing development. It would seem innocuous to anyone who stumbled across it, just a big ugly building. By the time the College administrators got wind that a predatory porn operation was in business across town, it would be too late. Charlie would make sure that they had all the permits, zoning easements, and legal protection they needed. There was no reason for Kiki to know this, of course, so they didn't tell her. 

Kiki excused herself to go to the bathroom, as planned. When Kiki came out, Charlie was laughing heartily at some joke and stood up. She noticed that Charlie's coat had a new bulge she shape of an envelope in the inside pocket. She figured the deal was done and now her work would begin. Charlie had some people to see here in the city. He would be staying nearby overnight, but at a fancier place. Tomorrow morning he'd pick her up here and drive her back to town. She'd tell him what happened on the way back and he wouldn't tell her anything, which is just the way she liked it. Then when they got back to her place they would probably fuck. 

Anyway, Charlie left. Kiki was on her own now.

"So," said Ensil ("Nuszsaecker's son") when they were alone, except for his intimidating bodyguard, who had been so quiet Kiki had almost forgotten he was there, sitting by the window, a malign presence. "I guess you're my signing bonus." He was actually leering at her, like in a bad movie. "We should get acquainted. You want something to drink?" Kiki noticed that the front of his pants were flat. 

Kiki did. She could tell it would be a night more easily spent drunk than sober. He handed her a whiskey without asking what she wanted, just because that was what he was drinking. Then he plopped down on the sofa beside her. 

"Ya' know," Ensil said, "I appreciate the gesture. You're being here. I like the way you look. I wanna do you. But it takes a while these days for me to get revved up. Hey, Maury?" He yelled over to his bodyguard. "Cut a few lines for us and give me a couple pills."

Kiki stiffened. She never used drugs, she didn't like to be where drugs were used, and she didn't like her lovers to use drugs. She felt that way out of experience. Bad experience. But she was stuck. No way she could back out now. 

Maury the bodyguard gave Ensil three blue pills, which turned out to be Viagra but way too much. It made Kiki nervous to see a guy take that much. Then Maury went over to the table, pulled out a mirror he had wrapped in a cloth in his jacket pocket, and a little bag of white powder, some of which he dumped on the mirror and started making lines with a razor blade. 

After Ensil had gulped down the blue pills, he leaned back with a big grin on his face. "It'll take a few minutes. What'll we talk about? How about talking about your tits?"

Kiki shrugged. She was trapped with a druggie. Damn her luck. "Why talk about them when you can look at them?" she asked, sweetly. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall in front, exposing her firm, high, well-shaped generous breasts and the pink circles setting off big nipples. But Kiki's nipples were not erect, at least not yet. More surprisingly, Ensil didn't have an erection yet. 

"You look good. You look a lot like Missy Monroe, you know?" Ensil said this as he fondled Kiki's tits, a little roughly. Kiki liked men to knead her breasts and so her nipples started responding. 

Kiki blushed at the comparison to one of her favorite porn stars. It was true that she looked like a more delicate version of the busty, blonde porn star, especially with her pale skin. 

"But you're wearing too much clothes. So am I. You wanna get comfortable?"

Kiki took a deep gulp of the whiskey and told him "If you think so, why don't you take more of my clothes off me?" And with that, she stood up in front of him, throwing her arms up with a theatrical flourish, and, with an enthusiasm she didn't really feel, invited him with her body language to strip her naked and possess her!

Ensil cackled with glee. He reached out his pasty white arms and reached under her short dress. "Let's start here!" he muttered, pulling her panties down! It was an unusual place to start but in short order he was licking her pussy, holding her butt cheeks while she stood there, amazed at his speed, still wearing all her other clothes but feeling dominated and invaded all the same! She had her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she thrust her mound forward at him to get a better angle. She shut her eyes and just concentrated on the feeling, not on the guy doing it to her. Anybody could make her come this way if they kept it up! She felt herself juice and wondered if he could feel her drip. But it didn't last long enough for her to get off. 

Too soon, Ensil came up for air. "You taste good, honey. But let's get to the good stuff. Take off my pants." Although she didn't like the tone of his voice, Kiki did as she was told and as she leaned over, her delicious breasts hung down in front of Ensil. He reached down and grabbed them again, then pulled down with his fingers from above the nipples, like he was milking her. That turned Kiki right off again. If she was already aroused and had been fondled lovingly for a long time maybe she would have felt different but for the guy to think he could just up and treat her like a cow – she didn't like that!

In a moment she had Ensil's pants and shoes off but he kept his shirt and socks on. Kiki pulled the dress over her head so she was completely naked, then she kneeled down and started handling his dick. It was still soft, so she stroked it and played with his average-sized nuts. She soon felt a little stirring and realized that it wasn't her doing - the massive dose of Viagra was starting to kick in. 

"Maury," Ensil yelled, "come over here with those lines!" His bodyguard brought the mirror over with a straw and Ensil snorted more lines than Kiki had ever seen done at one time. Then Ensil offered it to Kiki, the only gentlemanly thing he had done all afternoon. Kiki refused, making up a story about staying clean because she had to do random drug tests in her day job and she couldn't afford to lose it. Without giving herself away, Kiki started thinking about an escape route if this got ugly. She might have to bolt out of there naked, run downstairs, and get help if he got out of control. She didn't know what the bodyguard would do, though. 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 04



Then Ensil started back nuzzling Kiki's cunt and licking inside her hole. With a few minutes her labia were feeling funny and she realized that he had been really sloppy and some of the cocaine from the outside of his nose had rubbed onto her. 

The change in Ensil was dramatic. He got a lot more aggressive and pushed her backward toward the bed, almost tripping her over the coffee table. She jumped on the bed and got herself in position just in time for him to bellow something she didn't hear clearly and fall right on top of her, dick between her legs, hips forcing her legs even further apart and not even trying to hold himself up on his elbows. He was licking her neck and her face and squirming on top of her then raised up and reached his hand down to grab himself. He aimed at her hole and then thrust with his hips, missing it by a mile, and then tried again, this time getting his dickhead into her. He pushed again and after a few hip thrusts he was as deep as he was able to go with a cock that was still not completely hard but getting there fast. 

Kiki lay back and gritted her teeth. She tried to help him by angling her pelvis but he wasn't well coordinated. So she spread her arms out for stability and wrapped her legs around him and after several minutes of nonstop thrusting he got into some kind of a fast but jerky rhythm. At least his dick was hard now – in fact it was like steel! Kiki thought to herself that it was a good thing it was average size. If it had been big, like Charlie's, she would have felt her insides churning. As it was, she didn't even feel the familiar bump that would have been his cock knocking against her cervix. This went on a long time and as he pounded her, Kiki could see his face turn red and his expression get more and more intense, even angry-looking. A little vein on his forehead started to throb – she could see it. Sweat was dripping off his, too, and landing in drops on her face and tits. 

This was about the least fun Kiki had ever had while having sex, but she did her best, moaning "Oh you're in me so deep!" and "Come inside me! Flood me with your hot come!" But soon it became obvious that although he wanted to come he was having trouble doing it. Finally, after a long time, he barked "Turn around and give me your ass, bitch!" 

Kiki's eyes flashed and she pushed the guy off. "Look, fucker, don't you ever call me bitch! I'm doing you a favor and if you want me to get you off shut your damn mouth!" This was not fun. She just wanted him to finish up. Maybe she could fake it so she could leave, acting as if she didn't plan to be there all night, and call Charlie to pick her up early.

"Ok, ok," said Ensil unconvincingly. "I'm sorry I called you a bitch." Kiki noticed that his dick was rock hard now and turning purple. Although he had pounded Kiki for a long time, she noticed that there wasn't much pussy juice on his dick. She hadn't gotten as wet as she usually did. 

Kiki turned around and stuck her ass up. She put her head down on the pillow. Kiki had figured he'd want her butt, so she did like she always did when she was getting pimped out. She had given herself an enema that morning and squirted practically a whole tube of lube up her ass while she was in the bathroom. Guys always wanted to ride her pretty, white firm butt. She had found through long experience that it was just easier doing it in advance than lubing up with the guy squatting there in front of her – or, even worse, not waiting and just reaming her dry. Sure enough, Ensil would have done exactly that if Kiki hadn't prepared herself. 

Kiki felt Ensils hands on her butt cheeks and his thumbs in her ass crack as he spread her wide. He must have stared at her asshole for a long time – Kiki thought that was weird but she knew her rosebud was prettier than most – and then she felt the helmet of his dick pushing on it and then opening her sphincter. It wasn't big enough to hurt – she had taken much bigger dicks back there, even though she could never take Charlie – but then, no girl could. 

Ensil draped himself over her back – he wasn't that much taller – and bucked his hips. Over and over again. To Kiki this was getting very monotonous. It wasn't that having a dick in her butt didn't feel good but there wasn't much creativity in this, only an energetic, even frantic, pistoning that wasn't going anywhere. Ensil was gasping and when Kiki looked over her shoulder she could see that his face was really red again and the vein was twitching alarmingly. 

So Kiki did like she often does during bad sex. She mentally blocked out the guy, pretending like he was some kind of metal sex machine, just doing her like a mechanized dildo, nothing more. Then she reached under herself between her legs and started masturbating. That was way better! Ensil was still pounding away at her, dick reaming her ass over and over again not doing a thing to add to her sexual satisfaction. But Kiki's clit had never let her down and as she diddled herself the pounding just became background stimulation, like a vibrator, to accompany playing with herself. Completely zoned out now, Kiki brought herself up to the edge and then over, pushing her fingers into her now-juicy hole while her thumb brushed her engorged clit, which was hard to do upside down. 

It wasn't the best orgasm Kiki had ever had but it was a helluva lot better than no orgasm at all and under the circumstances it was a major sexual achievement. She shuddered through it quickly and she would have stayed high and maybe had another one but Ensil gave her a spank. As she came back down she saw that nothing had changed and that Ensil hadn't even noticed her orgasm. But Maury had – when Kiki looked to the side she saw that he was grinning and had his dick out, masturbating. 

Ensil was having a problem: he couldn't come. "Dammit!" he yelled at one point. "I gotta get off! This is killing me!" He swatted Kiki's ass a second time, this time harder. It stung. 

"Cut it out!" Kiki said. "Don't hit me like that." Ensil ignored her and kept on ass-fucking. His cock was so stiff that it felt like she had a steel rod up her butt. His movements were getting less coordinated and she could tell that he was frustrated. 

By now he was raised up and leaning slightly backward, eyes closed, supporting his weight on his knees and holding onto her hips loosely. He was drooling slightly from one corner of his mouth and it was dripping onto Kiki's butt cheek. He spanked her hard a third time.

"Dammit!" Kiki reared up suddenly, mad now. The movement threw Ensil backwards and he nearly fell over, which gave Kiki the opening to pull away from him. "I told you to cut it out! You don't get to hurt me! You don't get to keep hitting me when I tell you to stop! You don't get to call me a bitch! I'm doing you a favor fucking you and you can't treat me this way!" She turned around to face him with a ferocity born of desperation. She was scared shitless but she wasn't going to let them see that. 

His face looked like a contorted mask, all red and twisted, and his eyes looked distant but angry. He looked like he was about to say something but couldn't form his words. His dick was so purple it was almost blue and it stood straight out like a wooden stick. 

All the commotion brought Maury, the bodyguard, to his feet. "Boss!" the thug started to say. She noticed that he had cut another couple of lines but wasn't offering them to Ensil. She guessed that he was as worried as she was that his boss was out of control. 

Ensil looked at him blankly, then back to Kiki. "I can't come," he said. "They took it away from me."

Kiki wasn't about to ask him who the "they" was that he was talking about. She saw that she had the upper hand for a moment. "I can help you get off," she said softly, "but you've got to stop hitting me." 

Kiki talked soothingly to Ensil, who was acting punchy, like he was dazed, and persuaded him to stand up. She pushed him gently into the bathroom and into the shower, where she washed the sweat off his flabby body and cleaned his stiff rod and in his ass crack thoroughly with soap and water. He just stood there and let her do it. That was as far as she was going to go. Kiki may have cleaned herself out but she didn't do ass-to-mouth even when her rectum was clean and she didn't rim anyone, either, not even Charlie. 

"Now let's see if we can get you off," Kiki muttered grimly. She took him back to the bed and pulled back the covers, so it was clean and fresh. Then she went to work on him, sucking and stroking him slowly and deliberately while she watched his breathing and felt his racing heartbeat slow down. When he had calmed down enough, she raised herself up facing him and sank her cunt slowly onto his still rock hard dick. Then she started rocking very gently, back and forth, watching his face and keeping track of his breathing. She could feel his dick angling first one way and then the other in her pelvis. She was glad he wasn't any bigger. She wish she could lube more and she usually juiced with guys but with him she didn't – her cunt didn't seem to want to make this easy. Even when he rubbed her G-spot, she didn't get much pleasure from what was turning into a duty fuck. Still, this position was way better than having a raving lunatic pounding away on top of her. 

It took a long time and a lot of control but finally Ensil had his orgasm, a desperate, thrashing, convulsive orgasm that propelled a surprisingly small amount of watery jizz up into Kiki. Kiki took no great satisfaction from her sexual triumph in making him come. She wanted this night to end and it wasn't even midnight yet. But she was still stuck there for the whole night. 

There was a problem. Ensil had now been rock hard for a good three hours and even now that he had ejaculated his dick showed no sign of softening. Everyone there knew that this condition was dangerous if it went on too long. Seeing that Kiki had matters under control, since he was now more concerned about his boss's self-abused body than with his security, Maury left the room for a minute and came back with a full ice bucket. He put water into it. With a little help, Ensil stood up and stuck his penis into the freezing cold water. That seemed to work. His dick was still partially erect, even after that brutal treatment, but it wasn't as bad as before. 

Ensil didn't come out of his post-orgasmic daze right away, even after the cold water treatment on his dick. He just sat there slack-jawed and barely comprehending as Kiki dried him off and tidied him up. She and Maury laid him back in bed and he fell heavily asleep. 

"That was impressive," Maury gave her her due. "You knew how to handle him." He leered at her. "You know, you're some good-looking babe." He gave her a menacing sneer. 

Kiki, of course, was still nude and he was still dressed. She figured it was better to give him what he wanted – he looked like he could kill her in a second with no second thoughts. Kiki sighed. "You want a piece too? We're giving it away free tonight!"  

With a grin, Maury pulled off his tie and undressed quickly. They rolled Ensil over to one side of the bed and without much more foreplay than sucking on Kiki's now-bruised tits, Maury pushed into her and began a rhythmic thrusting. Even though her pussy was sore on the outside from all the friction of Ensil's thrashing, Kiki was grateful for the normal sex and soon found herself relaxing and enjoying it. It was a close thing but right after Maury came, ejaculating a big wad of thick white semen into her tired but accepting cunt, she had a second, much more satisfying orgasm that was all the better for being tinged with relief that the nightmare was mostly over. They slept for a while, Kiki sandwiched uncomfortably between the uncouth men, and sometime in the early morning Maury woke up and fucked her again, with his earlier emission still crusted on the inside of her thighs. 

Kiki slept the rest of the night right on the wet spot. As she drifted off to sleep the thought occurred to her that she was sandwiched between a drug-addled lunatic who had nearly flipped out and a bodyguard that looked like a hit man. Oh, well, she thought, at least if they murdered her tonight there would be plenty of DNA evidence to convict them. 

The next morning Ensil was hard to wake up and for a minute Kiki thought he might have died. He was slow and hollow-eyed when he did get up. But the two men kept quiet about the night before and, ignoring that Kiki might want to use the bathroom, got dressed and left without saying much. They did tell Kiki that there was a complimentary breakfast downstairs if she brought the room key with her. 

Amazingly, Kiki later found out that the Nuszsaecker operation had bought that chain of motels, hedging investments in case the porn business completely collapsed. That was why they had met there and not someplace more upscale! Before he left, while his boss was in the bathroom with the door closed, Maury gave Kiki three thousand dollars in cash and told her to keep quiet about the night before if she knew what was good for her. 

Charlie picked Kiki up a little later and on the drive back to their town she lit a cigarette in the car and told him what had happened, not mentioning Maury's gift. Looking back on it, she wasn't sure that she had really been in danger of being killed or seriously hurt but at the time it was pretty scary and with drugs involved you can never tell. As it was, her pussy was sore because of all of Ensil's rubbing without enough lube. Charlie would have to wait a day or two for his share of nookie. It would be the first time that Kiki had ever asked him to hold off inserting his big penis in her tight, responsive vagina, and it would probably be the only time, because she loved the feel of it pushing inside her.

Charlie told her he thought his clients, who were benefiting from the Nuszsaecker investment, would be pretty generous with her when they heard the story. But Kiki also said something Charlie didn't quite catch. He had made a comment about the porn studio maybe being bad for the town, as if he cared. She had replied under her breath, "I wouldn't worry too much about this thing really happening." 

Sure enough, the word reached them about four months later that Ensil had died, a stroke they said. The payoffs to local officials in the town and the county were long gone and off the books anyway and all the plans were in Ensil's addled head. After the big boss died, the Nuszsaecker operation found itself with some mysteriously missing cash and a property they couldn't use in a town they didn't want to be in. Nobody could figure out what Ensil had been thinking. Maury certainly wasn't talking. 

So the representatives of the Nuszsaecker operation asked around and someone told them that the go to guy to fix stuff in these parts was a guy named Charlie. Charlie was happy to help them. He brokered a deal to take the site off their hands. He figured out a real estate trust set up that got them back about 25 cents on the dollar but relieved them of responsibility for taxes. The big ugly concrete building was rented out for a while to a company that made frozen wedding cakes but sales were lousy and it folded. The trust went bankrupt and somebody nobody knew and nobody ever never saw bought the building for less than the parking lot was worth. Then the white elephant was turned into a server farm for the local internet service provider. Not many jobs there but at least they paid taxes, so the town was happy. 

Maury came around trying to blackmail Charlie but without anything on paper and with no credibility because of his criminal record, he went away with peanuts. He did ok in the end, tho, because he was the only person who knew where Ensil's drug stash was hidden and he just sold off bags of the stuff when he wanted money. 

After a while, even Kiki "forgot" about the whole thing, because there are some things it does not pay to remember. Until it came up again a few years later.