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Beauty Queen

By: Willing2Do



After my friend from the farm next door went into military service, I had more time to date women while attending college. At a dance party celebrating a football game victory I happened to meet a young lady that had gone to high school with me. Debra was a little chubby, still carrying some baby fat I guess, and shy acting, but really attractive. She had long, honey blonde hair framing a pretty face with dark blue eyes. She stood about 5'7" tall with an hourglass figure, accented by 38D breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded buttocks. 

At the dance we spent a lot of time with each other. I couldn't help but notice she wriggled close to me during the slow dances and was full of energy for the fast numbers. When she pressed her body against mine, I could swear I felt a moist warmth in her loins even through her dress, panties, I assumed, and my slacks and underwear. As the party drew near closing she asked me if I was going home that night. I answered affirmatively, as this was my habit on the weekends to go spend some time with my family about 20 miles from the college. 

She then asked if I would mind driving her home since she had been drinking some although she showed no signs of tipsiness. She just acted like a happy girl having a good time. I didn't mind driving her home. She lived only a few miles from my family's farm on a larger farm with her mother and father, who was also a friend of mine and a deacon in one of the local churches. We left the party, and on the way home, once we got out of the city, she snuggled close to me on the front bench seat of my pickup truck as we talked about our high school days and current activities. I could smell her intoxicating perfume, Estee Lauder, I think, and feel her soft hair against my neck as she lay her head on my shoulder. 

Debra was working as a secretary for an attorney and had just started taking college classes part time at night. Telling me about her work, she was soon relating to me a story about some pictures she had seen in the attorney's office when he was working on a divorce case. The pictures, taken by a private investigator, were of the wife in compromising scenes with her lover. As Debra described the pictures in explicit terms with just a hint of embarrassment, but it seemed to me, more excitement, I sensed she was touching herself intimately in the dimly lit cab of my truck. Stealing glances as her story continued, I noticed she was palming her breasts, even touching herself between her legs.

I was getting excited by her descriptions, especially with her touching herself, and felt my cock stirring in my trousers. As my erection grew firmer I moved to adjust myself for more comfort.

Debra giggled and asked, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Just a bit," I answered, "but it's okay. Go on with your story."

Then, boldly, she asked, "Are you getting horny, Will?"

"Well, yes, I am, Deb. Your story is exciting me," I answered her.

"Maybe I can help you with that then," she said, and I felt her hand on my upper thigh. "Has any woman ever taken you in her mouth like I was telling you this woman was doing her lover?"

"No, Deb, no woman has ever taken me in her mouth. As a matter of fact, I have never had sex with a woman," I answered her honestly.

Debra felt the outline of my cock through my trousers.

"Will, you're hard as a rock," she said. "That's got to be uncomfortable. Let me take it out for you."

I was a bit shocked at this new brazen behavior of a woman I had always known as a shy farm girl, but my cock was throbbing at her touch and straining hard against my clothes, really uncomfortable. I scooted forward on the seat and opened my legs, struggling to keep steering the truck straight on the two-lane country road. Debra undid my belt, the clasp and unzipped my trousers. She fished inside my underwear and pulled my cock through the flap exposing it to her steady gaze.

"Is that better, Will?" she asked. "It's so big it had to be really cramped up in there," she said as she smoothed her delicate long fingers and soft palm down then up my shaft for the first time.

"Ummmh," I moaned, "it feels better, Deb." 

She kissed me on the cheek and neck; little dabs with her wet lips, and stroked me steadily. She smeared her thumb around the precum that emerged from my pee slit and slicked my cock with the stream of slimy juice now running from my flared crown. 

"Do you mind if I kiss it, Will?" she asked.

"Kiss it, Deb, kiss it," I breathed huskily.

She bent her head, her hair flowing loosely over my crotch. I felt her lips touch my mushroom head, then her tongue, kissing, licking as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast in my hand. 

"Mum, yummy," she said, her words muffled as she continued stroking me and took the head of my cock between her lips. Bobbing her head up and down in the confined space underneath the steering wheel, she licked, sucked and stroked me.

"Aaaaah, Deb," I groaned. "I can't drive like this. I've got to pull off the road."

Her only answer was to go down on me deeper, taking more of my slimy cock in her mouth. In familiar territory about half way between our farms, I steered the truck into a long-abandoned field alongside the road. I stopped the truck, turned off the ignition, and we both scooted across the seat to the passenger side of the cab. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes, her lips glistening with her saliva and my juice. 

I took her in my arms and kissed her wet mouth, just little lip touches at first, then our tongues tangling back and forth inside our mouths. As we kissed she kept stroking my cock. I felt her cheeks, neck and breasts with my hands. Still kissing, I moved a hand inside the top of her dress, inside her bra and felt her erect nubs jutting out from her soft globes of titty flesh. She unfastened her bra in front letting her firm, full breasts free. I kissed down her neck, onto her upper chest and took a nipple in my mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked it, moving my hand to her other breast, then I moved my mouth to her other nipple. Still stroking me with one hand, she unbuttoned my shirt with her other hand and put her tender hand on my hairy chest, feeling my hard nipples responding to her touches.

We kissed mouth to mouth again. In a continuous, flowing motion of our hands, we removed my shirt. She arched her hips off the seat, pulled up her dress with my help, and peeled her panties down, and again with my help, we worked them over her buttocks, down her thighs and calves until they dropped to the floor. I felt the smooth skin of her belly with one hand, her indented navel, lower still until my fingers touched her soft, curly pubic hairs.

"Ummmmmh, oooooh," we moaned into each other's mouths. 

Fondling her breasts again, one after the other, with one hand, as she kept rubbing my chest, my taut stomach, and stroking my cock with squishy sounds of her hand sliding up and down my length, I moved my hand through her bush over her prominent mound to cover her pussy.

I trembled a bit in surprise as I felt how wet she was there. Her soft, hairy pussy lips were a virtual swamp. There was so much of her girl lubricating juices that I thought she had peed on herself, but it was much slicker than pee and the aroma wafting up to my nostrils was heavenly. Running a middle finger between her soaked outer lips, I felt a stiff nub long than her nipples at the apex of her slit. 

She shuddered and moaned when I touched it, and more juice flooded onto my hand. I moved my finger between her outer lips spreading them like the petals of a rain-drenched flower and felt the gentler softness of her inner lips. Moving my whole hand against her, I felt another flow exude from inside her and heard her moan again. I bent the tip of my finger and felt it slide inside a gushy but tight, so tight, little hole. She pushed her hips forward causing more of my finger to penetrate her until my palm and the backs of my other fingers were pressed against the wet softness of her open labia, both the outer, hairy lips and tender inner lips. 

Debra broke contact between our mouths pulling her head to the side. With her lips close to my ear and still sliding her hand up and down my slimy cock slowly as I fingered her tight, wet hole, she said breathily, "Will, I want you inside me baby. I want your big, hard thing in me."

"Okay, okay, Deb," I said. "Let's get out of here and into the back of the truck. I've got some straw, a sleeping bag and blankets back there." "Oh yeah, let's go," she said urgently. 

Releasing each other, we adjusted our clothes and climbed out of the truck cab on the passenger side. Debra let her dress drop back down covering her with the top still down and her breasts swaying. She picked up her panties from the floorboard of the truck and threw them on the seat. I pulled my pants up enough to walk with my cock still out, bobbing as I followed her down the side of the truck and over the tailgate into the truck bed. 

While we knelt in the straw covering the bottom of the metal bed, I unrolled the sleeping bag, spread it out, and covered it with two blankets for extra padding. Debra lifted her dress over her head, revealing her complete nakedness to me for the first time. I yanked off my shoes and socks and removed my trousers. My shirt, which we had already removed, was laying on the seat next to Debra's panties. 

As I watched in total awe, beautiful Debra lay on her back, spread and lifted her legs resting her heels on the padding. Her youthful breasts stood up firm, glistening with my saliva, her nipples protruding stiffly. I knelt between her legs, close, leaned over her slightly and guided the head of my hard cock to her hairy, juice-covered pussy. She reached her hands and arms up to me holding my muscular back softly as I swabbed my cock up and down in her slimy slit feeling the hardness of her erect clit in contrast to her fleshy lips. Aiming right at her tiny hole clearly visible to me in the moonlight I eased forward. The engorged head of my cock spread her slowly, my slick, veined, throbbing shaft slid into her. 

What a gloriously wonderful feeling. So tight enveloping my cock, but so wet and soft. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort or unhappiness, I eased further and further into her until our pubic hairs mashed together, my balls rested against the crack of her ass. Her thighs closed against me, and she moaned, "Oh, Will, it's wonderful. It feels so good."

As tight and resisting as they had been her pussy walls clamped tighter around me. A flood of her juices squished between us. I pulled back slowly feeling her channel collapse around my cock. When the ridge of the head reached her inner lips, I pushed my hips forward sliding my cock all the way back into her.

"Oh, Will," Debra moaned again.

I leaned over bringing my chest to her breasts, our stomachs together, my cock deep inside her. Our mouths came together, locked into a tongue-tangling kiss. I moved my hips. Debra moved with me, humping up to bring me back into her. Her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, always tight, then tighter, as she worked her stomach muscles in time with our movements. Still flowing juices she was so wet it felt like stepping barefooted into a mudhole as my cock worked back and forth in her. Her pussy squished and sucked at my shaft and the head of my cock resisting my pulling it back, drawing me back into her. As we picked up our pace our juices were actually splatting between us, spraying onto our stomachs, thrusting loins and upper thighs. 

I couldn't take much of this. In a few more strokes, I started moving faster back and forth into her until my muscles wouldn't move any faster. Pounding into her quivering body in short, fast strokes I started cumming. Glob after glob of creamy jism shot deep into her. She humped into me her pussy still clenching and releasing, then she let out a scream of sheer pleasure and bathed us with her own juices. Throwing her head from side to side, she kept grunting, moaning and squealing. 

I buried my cock deep inside her and just hung on as she thrashed underneath me. Soon, she stopped, and we lay there, joined together, breathing raggedly, our juices and sweat covering our bodies. We kissed. We nuzzled. We told each other how good it felt. I was still hard, and grew even harder, back to full erection, as she did that thing with her muscles on my cock. In a few minutes we were moving together again, working toward a second orgasm for me, who knew how many for Debra. She had cum at least once hard, told me later, she had a continuous series of little orgasms the whole time we were playing with each other and fucking.

We stayed in the truck bed until daybreak, except for a couple of pee breaks. After my second cum, I pulled out and rolled on my side to rest for awhile. As soon as I could stand for her to touch my tingling cock, she stroked it and sucked it until I got hard again, and we fucked some more. We worked together in several different positions through the night - doggy style, her on top, side by side, and the beginning missionary position. I didn't cum every time we fucked, couldn't, but I stayed semi-hard to hard and shot a load into her four times. By the time the sun came up white clumps of my jism was running out of her, but she was so juicy on her own my cum didn't make much difference in her wetness. The only time she seemed a bit dry, oddly, was after she peed squatting beside the truck.

When we fucked with her on her knees and me behind her our juices, mostly hers, covered me from my stomach to my knees. The sweet elixir even pooled on the blanket where I knelt. Her buttocks and the backs of her legs were drenched, some even splattered onto her back. As we moved my cock in her sweet twat, I could see her anus, crinkled, lenslike winking at me. I rubbed that sloppy, wet star-shaped hole with my thumb causing her to moan louder and juice even more on my cock.

When she was on top she lay close against me and moved her hips like a man. In every position she worked her inner muscles clenching when we moved away from each other, relaxing just a bit when we pushed together. If we lay still she sucked my cock with her pussy when I could stand the feeling on the sensitive head.

We even tried a 69 with her on top of me sucking my cock and fondling my balls, but I couldn't take it. I was drowning in her juices with my mouth clamped on her splayed open cunt and my nose against her anus, which smelled of her musk. It was okay when I rolled her over onto the bottom and licked just her jutting clit as she spewed on my face again and again. Debra and I spent a lot of time with each other after that night, and I guessed she told some friends about us. Soon, I was getting dates with lots of women - friends of Debra, one of her co-workers at the law firm, coeds from the dorms, and sorority members. Debra and I enjoyed sex with each other, but neither of us ever spoke of loving the other.

She entered the Miss USA pageant for our state a couple of years later. She won that contest and was a competitor at the national level, but only finished fifth among the contestants. I never saw her talent competition. She sure looked great in the evening gown and swimsuit contest, but I did not watch her talent performance. I figured I had already enjoyed her best talents - her sensitive clit as big as the end of my little finger, her gripping inner muscles, and soppy quim.

She had slimmed down quite a bit as she matured as a woman. Later, she married a sales manager and settled down to raise a family. I see her now only at five-year school reunions, and we never talk about our past pleasures, only current achievements. But I still get a big tingle when I think of her tight, juicy, active pussy, beautiful body and pretty face.

Beauty Queen



My family were holidaying at a little town out by the coast when I first saw her. I'd driven down to one of the local beaches and was relaxing with the sun, sea and sand, getting acquainted with some of the guys on the beach and casually flirting with some of the girls. 

Just after lunch some cars arrived and a bunch of young people came pouring out of them. One of them was a real honey. A true blonde with bright blue eyes and a superb figure, especially when she ditched her sun-dress and displayed herself in a bikini. Every hormone I had stood up and saluted.

I decided that it was only right that I make the acquaintance of this lovely creature so I drifted over and started mingling with the group. I didn't approach the young lady right off, rather I started to chat with some of her hangers-on. It quickly became apparent that she was one subject they were willing to sound off on.

Her name was Coral. She was eighteen and the current beauty queen for the local apple festival. Or oranges. Some sort of fruit, anyway. She was personable, social, friendly and well worth the love and devotion that her admirers showered upon her.

She also seemed a bit bored with all the love and devotion, it seemed to me. Nothing that I could put your finger on, just a general feeling. Perhaps the irritation that flashed across her face when three or four young men all tried to offer a drink at the same time. 

After an hour of hobnobbing with the retinue surrounding her I moved on to say hullo to the queen. Not that I had more than a chance to say hullo and introduce myself. Her adherents were very conscious of their position and had no intention of letting any outsider push in.

This sort of attitude didn't discourage me. I just made a show of getting closer acquainted with the adherents. By chatting with them and then dragging Coral into the conversation I soon got to know her a little better. Bright, friendly and, oddly, a little lonely. A whole bunch of friends but no-one special. Probably because they all fought each other off.

Eventually I saw Coral making motions to leave, so I decided that it was time for me to depart as well. Coral and her friends were most distressed to find the car that Coral has arrived in had a flat tyre. There was going to be a delay or Coral would have to go back in a different car. 

It was funny to watch. The owners of the other cars were eager to give Coral a lift, but none of their passengers were willing to yield up their seat and thus miss out on travelling with her. I stepped into the breach.

"My car is right here and I don't have any passengers," I said smiling. "I can take Coral and the rest of you can just follow along."

This suggestion met with immediate disapproval from the other drivers but Coral didn't seem to mind. She accepted my offer. Neither did she object when I vetoed taking any more passengers. 

"Sorry," I said, "but I've got all this junk on the back seat. It would just be too awkward to move it."

I escorted Coral to my car and opened the door for her. Everyone else scrambled into the other cars, not wanting to be left behind, bar the poor sod frantically changing his tyre. I drove off, a convoy behind me.

"So," I said. "How does it feel to be the Apple Queen?"

"I wouldn't know," Coral calmly replied. "I'm the Asparagus Queen myself."

"Ah. I knew it was a fruit of some sort."

"It's a vegetable."

"That's what I said. I knew it was a vegetable of some kind. But you're dodging the question. What's it like to be followed around by a pack of adoring sycophants? I only ask as it's never likely to happen to me."

"Let's just say that it gets tiring at times."

"That's what I thought. Why don't we shake the lot of them and go and have some quality us time."

"That's what they call a good idea and, at the same time, a very bad idea."

"I know, but that's not an answer."

She laughed.

"OK. It's a good idea because I'd like to shake the mob for an hour or so. It's a bad idea because you won't be able to shake them and if you did I don't want to find myself in a situation where I'm having to fight you off because you've got the wrong sort of idea."

"Shaking them off will be easy if you give me the go ahead before we hit town," I told her. "And you won't be in a situation where you'll have to fight me off. I can safely assure you that I already have the wrong sort of idea, or the right sort of idea, depending on which side of the idea you're standing on."

"Which seems to bring me to the point where I'll have to fight you off."

"Nonsense. There's no rule that says you can't capitulate without a struggle. Just go along with what I want and there'll be no need to fight."

"Trust a man to think like that. I'm a virgin. I don't do it. End of story."

"Why on earth would you let virginity worry you? I can assure you that it's not contagious and is easily cured. I suffered from the same problem myself once."

"Think well of yourself, don't you? I only met you this afternoon and you're trying to talk me into bed."

"Well, I see no reason in wasting time. If you want something you should at least try to have a go at getting it. You're not going to get anywhere unless you at least ask. And I'm not trying to get you into bed. Too hard to find one. I just thought I'd lure you into the back seat of my car, which seems to have miraculously lost all the stuff that I thought I had on it. So do we lose the happy horde or not?"

Coral considered it for a moment.

"OK. If you think you can do it, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you seduce me, if that's your intention."

"That's my intention," I said happily. "We'll just have to see how things work out."

We were now approaching the town, and on the outskirts was McDonalds. I wound my window down and, sticking my arm out, I jabbed towards the sign. I pulled into McDonalds, heading for the drive through. The entourage followed close behind, like strings on a bead. I stopped at the speaker and ordered a couple of small chips and drove on to the pickup window.

"Listen, I know this is an awful cheek, but could you possibly do me a small favour?" I said to the server, giving her my most innocent smile. "Would it be possible for you to delay the car immediately behind me for a minute or two? The driver is a jealous ex-boyfriend, and he's been driving me mad since I decided to go straight. He just won't leave me alone. A slight delay and I'll be gone and have some quality time with my girl."

"Geez, that's rotten. Sure, I'll delay him. You just get going."

I got going, noting the entire entourage stuck in the drive through. For some reason the server was yelling loudly at the car-driver.

"I thought she'd just make an excuse and stall him," I said to Coral. "What's with the screaming?"

"Ah, that would probably be because Mabel is Billy's cousin and, until now, she never knew he was gay."

I was on the highway and down a convenient side street in very short order. Coral gave me a circuitous route and soon we were back on the main road, heading in the other direction. And no cars were following us. I drove along looking for a more secluded spot.

I soon found a little beach that wasn't exactly over populated. Coral and I went on down to it, settling down for a bit of sunbaking and just talking generally. I encouraged her to talk about herself, telling me what she wanted out of life. I talked a little about myself, but mainly kept Coral focused on herself. I've always found that people find themselves an interesting subject.

The afternoon wore on towards dinner time and the few people on our little beach seemed to just melt away. Several times during the afternoon I'd seen Coral giving me a puzzled look. I'd talked big about my intentions but when it came time to follow through I'd just seemed to shut down.

"It's getting a little late," I observed. "What do you want to do? Put your dress back on and go and get some dinner or take your bikini off and be my dinner?"

"I beg your pardon?" said Coral, looking slightly startled.

"Granted," I said, then smiled. "I believe I told you earlier that I was going to seduce you. Now's the time."

"You don't really think that I'm going to take my bikini off just because you asked me to, do you?"

"I figured the chance would be about fifty/fifty," I admitted. "It depends on how willing you are to be seduced and how much formal protest you feel you should be making. I suspect that you're willing to be seduced but feel that you need to make a point of letting me know that you're reluctant."

"Bloody hell, do you sell tickets so that people can stand around and admire you? You've got to be one of the most arrogant men. . ."

"Arrogant. That's me," I agreed with a laugh. "Don't worry. I'll give you a hand."

Rolling over and sitting up, I reached for her waist, fingers hooking over the waist band of her bikini bottom. Then I took them off, moving slowly enough to give her time to object, but not so slowly that she thought she'd have to. 

She was staring at me, and I winked at her, my hand coming down to glide over her mons and capturing her mound.

"W-wait," gasped Coral. "You can't do that."

"I can't?" I asked, gently squeezing.

She shook her head.

"Then I'm obviously not doing it. It must be your imagination. Are you going to take your top off?"

Coral shook her head violently.

"OK," I said agreeably. Then I reached up, undid the bow at her neck, and flicked her top away from her breasts.

"I said no."

"I heard you. That's why I did it. Has anyone ever told you what lovely breasts you have?"

I leaned over her, mouth seeking her breasts, tasting one, then the other. And all the time my hand kept teasing her mound, stroking it lightly, gently squeezing, just letting it know that I was still interested.

"Stop!"

"Um, stop what?" I asked. "This," biting lightly on a nipple, "or this," letting a finger ease past her lips and stoke her femininity.

"Both. All of it," Coral said, seeming to choke slightly as she did.

That seemed pretty plain. I desisted from playing with her pussy and tasting her breasts. I moved up and my lips settled on hers, kissing her properly. You can't really blame me if my hand moved upwards as well, finishing up on her breast.

I kissed her, stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples. She kissed me back, experimenting, but her hand came down to push my hand away from her breast. At least, I think that was Coral's intent. She finished up cupping my hand as it lay on her breast.

Eventually I lifted my head away from hers. 

"Don't let it worry you," I told her. "I'm not going to do anything you're not agreeable to. I moved my hand from here when you told me to, didn't I?"

My hand wandered down to gently cup her mound again, showing where I'd moved my hand away.

"You're not going to stop until you seduce me, are you?" she accused.

"That's my intention," I admitted, "but you can always say no. I won't force you. Right now, why don't you relax and enjoy my attempts at seduction?"

"Because if I don't stop you now I might not want to stop you later, and you know it."

"That's a chance we'll have to take," I said, kissing her again.

Things continued like that for a while. A lot of kissing and a fair bit of touching on my part. Coral was returning my kisses with interest, but was still a bit uneasy with the touching, even though I could see she was enjoying it. I decided to kick things along a notch. I sat up.

"It doesn't seem fair that I should be dressed while you're not," I said. "Let's rectify that."

I dropped by own swimming costume and tossed it to the side, settling down next to Coral. She was looking at my crotch as though she saw a snake. Then I saw her casting me a fearful little look, obviously wondering if I was going to try to jump her now. I didn't even try. I just settled back down and pulled her lightly to me so that we could kiss some more.

By an odd chance I was now lying on my back, and I'd tugged Coral partway over me. Her breasts were dangling, brushing lightly against my chest. It felt good to me and, from what I could see, Coral enjoyed the touch as well. After a few moments I pulled her against me just a little firmer so she was half lying on me. I could feel her thigh brushing against my erection. I guess it must have made her just a little uncomfortable as she reached down to push it away. On second thoughts, I decided it had made her really uncomfortable, as she continued to hold me, making sure I didn't brush against her anymore.

With Coral half lying on me I couldn't get at her breasts, so I was reduced to stroking her bottom. My hands slid up and down on her cheeks, sometimes following the curve down and around until I was pressing my fingertips into the soft womanly flesh between her legs, slipping between her lips and probing into her slit.

This went on for a while and, quite frankly, I was as hard as a rock. Eventually, with a little bit of gentle manoeuvring on my part, Coral found herself lying on top of me with her legs straddling me. She'd lost her grip on my cock, but that didn't seem to worry her as she was running her hands over my chest and face. Then it did worry her when she found that the tip of it was pressing gently against her slit. 

Her eyes opened wide and she looked at me, wanting to say something, but not sure what to say in this situation. I winked at her.

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "If you were experienced I would expect you to slowly settle down onto me, but as you're not just let it go. It won't invade of its own accord. You might feel a bit easier if you just slipped the head in a little way so you know just what's going on, but that's up to you."

I got a 'you've got to be kidding' look, but she did relax a little, letting my cock just press against her while we resumed our kissing and general touching. She didn't even worry too much when our general movements caused my cock to press just a little harder, with her lips parting to let it in just a little. 

When my erection was tentatively pressing against her hymen the time had come for a decision.

"Coral," I said quietly. "I am going to roll you on your back for a while. Unless you stop me now, my cock is going to go exploring just a little deeper."

Moving carefully, making sure not to lose that initial contact, I rolled Coral over and under me. Now I was between her thighs, supporting my weight on my arms and looking down at her, cock still pressing lightly against her. 

Coral kept flicking little glances down at where we were starting to join, but she was flushed and breathing hard. I pressed a little harder and she flinched slightly, but didn't say a word. A little harder and that was it for her.

"Damn it," she wailed. "If you're going to do it, do it. Stop teasing me." 

I surged triumphantly forward, feeling something give, and then I was driving deep, to a feeling of the utmost relief. For a while there I'd been afraid I might explode.

Coral gave a small scream as her hymen went, but that scream wasn't just pain. I could hear the same relief and triumph that I was feeling. Someone wasn't treating her like the reigning queen, but as a woman.

I just stayed still for a moment while Coral adjusted, getting used to this new feeling and invasion of her body. She had her head cocked slightly to the side and seemed to be contemplating what was happening. A little half smile curved her lips.

"OK?" I gently inquired.

"OK," came the soft answer.

"Then work with me on this," I told her, still speaking softly.

I pressed against her and relaxed. I could feel Coral tense up slightly at the initial pressure but then she relaxed when I did. A little pressure and Coral pressed back against me, again relaxing when I did.

So it went on. Initially just some extra pressure and a response, but then I moved on to a partial withdrawal and return. Coral stayed with me, eagerly greeting each thrust. Odd emotions were playing across her face as she found herself experiencing something completely new, and loving it.

I continued, building everything up by gradual increments, knowing that it was new to her and wanting her to have the best I could do. Even dragging it out, I was soon pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back hard. Coral was gasping and bucking under me, her bottom lifting clear of the ground in her urgent desire to accept me into her.

I don't know how it felt to Coral but my cock felt enormous to me. I was bigger and harder than I'd ever been and I was delivering the prize to Coral as enthusiastically as I could. I drove in hard and I drove in fast, feeling Coral yielding under my onslaught, but clinging as I pulled back as though reluctant for me to leave.

I idly noted that my hands were at her breasts, but that pleasure was incidental. My entire awareness seemed to want to centre on where I was joined to Coral, feeling her heat, her wetness, her soft yielding and her eager response.

Some things are too good to last and this was one of them. I was almost groaning with need when I finally started my end run. I pounded Coral mercilessly, not that she was looking for mercy. She was a willing sacrifice, offering up her body to the gods of pleasure. Then I was coming, deep inside her, and I hurriedly covered her mouth to stop her screaming as she climaxed. Her eyes were wide and staring as she shuddered beneath me, neither understanding nor believing what was happening to her.

We lay on the beach afterwards, both totally relaxed.

"You're a rotten swine," grumbled Coral. "You deliberately got me alone so you could do that."

"True," I said. "And I enjoyed it immensely."

She humphed at that, pointedly ignoring it.

"I think you'd better take me home now."

"As you wish," I murmured, while the hand I had resting on her breast casually rolled her nipple around. "And where can we meet up tomorrow."

"What makes you think I want to see you tomorrow? Or ever again?" she asked huffily.

"Truth to tell, I wasn't thinking of what you want," I told her, trailing a finger from her nipple down to her mons. "I was thinking that I'd like to get you alone again tomorrow and see if it's just as good, or even better, second time round."

Her breathing was quickening slightly as I lightly teased her, but that was as far as it was going. I felt totally drained. She tossed me a slightly irritated look and pushed my hand firmly away. 

"You're not doing it again," she stated firmly. "I'm mad to have let you come anywhere near me."

"Mmm. And where will we not be doing it tomorrow?"

"There's a game on tomorrow afternoon and I have to throw the first ball," she said. "You can join me there if you insist."

I accepted, of course. It might be harder to seduce her during a game, with all those people around, but you'll never know if you don't try.



Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 01



"I can't," I said, recrossing my legs in the tight skirt. 

"These are good terms, Stella," said Gary Leung. "You won't get better." 

He knew he had all the cards and I was desperate. It had taken a lot for me to come and see him. He was the king of the Hongkong entertainment world with close triad connections. A powerful bastard who ran those working in the local film world. In 1982 I'd won the Miss Hong Kong contest as a 20-year- old. That opened the door to show business for me. But it came at a price.

Like all other-actresses I had to make myself available to the rich and famous for sex. I had to make myself available to the rich and famous for sex. You had to sleep with whoever he selected or there were no parts. 

You were reserved for local millionaires and special clients of Leung's. It was prostitution but at a very high level. It happens in Hollywood and around the world. For four years I was part of this circuit. I was never happy at giving myself to rich old men or someone Leung wanted to impress, but when he snapped his fingers you dropped your panties.

Leung charged these men at least HK$100,000 for a night with a top actress. The higher up the ladder you were, the more it cost. The fact I was still a virgin meant that my first night fetched a very high price. My mother was in charge of pimping me, believe it or not. She haggled with Leung. There were no shortage of wealthy men who would pay anything to be the first to bed a Miss Hong Kong. 

The price wasn't the issue. Leung did not want to offend any powerful men by not accepting their offer. This had happened before and a solution had been found which satisfied the men and humiliated the girl. Half a million Hong Kong dollars was put on the table for my virginity - a massive amount in 1982 - and lots would be drawn to see who would have me. I was upset by the arrangement but my mother was just thinking of the money. 

"You please powerful men and you'll get good parts, Become a star. Others have done it before you," she said. Mother mentioned the names of several famous actresses. You might believe this is incredible but think about the recent scandal involving the Chinese flim actress and international star Zhang Ziyi. 

She's reputed to have earned US$100 million plus from sleeping with top mainland officials and billionaires. Of course, she denied everything, but what do you think? The price for a top star can be one-million yuan these days. Many prominent women have certainly opened their legs for large sums, although not in her league. In fact, with the explosion of wealth in China it has become even more widespread. Not many starlets can resist a big pay day.

I was ambitious and would do anything to get on. My mother basically pimped for me. It was not a pleasant life but I steeled myself. Nice flat, car, clothes, everything but no love.

The night I lost my virginity was not good. Leung organized a dinner for 12 of the leading men in Hong Kong - property developers, financiers, bankers - the real power brokers who ran the city. I was the main dish. All had wives and young mistresses. Their private lives were a closed book. These supposed pillars of society had lots of dirty secrets but a blind eye was turned to their activities. Leung laid down what was to happen.

"You'll dress in the swimsuit you wore at the contest, the Miss Hong Kong sash, the red cloak and the crown. When summoned you'll come into the room and strip naked, then walk around to each man, sit on their laps in turn and let him inspect you. Then you will stand at the top of the table while the name of the man who you will entertain tonight is drawn," he said.

"It is so crude," I protested. "I don't think I could do that. Behave like a whore."

I looked at my mother, feeling the tears beginning to flow down my cheeks.

"Nonsense. You will do this or find another career outside of movies," said Leung.

When he left I argued with mother but she was firm. My family did not have much money and she saw me as the means of paying for my younger brothers' education and a prosperous lifestyle. While the old bastards wined and dined below, I prepared upstairs in the lushly furnished bedroom where I'd be deflowered. I stripped and put on the swimsuit. Then mother did my hair and make up. The crown was placed on my head and red cloak around me, fastened at the neck. I had to go to the toilet several times as I waited nervously.

"You look like death, girl," chided mother. "You know how many women before you have laid on their backs and opened their legs for some old goat they despised? Plenty. You've got to learn to use what you've got to get what you want." 

It seemed an eternity but at last Leung came for us. On weak legs, accompanied by mother, I walked down the stairs into the dining rooms. Twelve men sat around the table in dinner jackets. I recognized most of them as I looked around. All their eyes were on me as they puffed cigars and sipped wine. I felt sick as I stood before them. 

"She looks nervous," said one. "So would you be if you knew one of us old bastards were going to fuck you." There was laughter.

"Gentlemen, Stella will now show you what every male viewer wanted to see the other night when she won the title," said Leung. 

He nodded to me. I undid the clasp of the cloak at my neck and handed the garment to mother. My hands were shaking as I reached for the zipper down the side of the swimsuit. I heard murmurs and some giggling as I undid it slowly, then pushed the straps off my shoulders. I rolled it down, bending over to step out of it to expose myself. 

There was a tension in the room as I stood naked, sweating, wanting to pee again. To be anywhere but here.

"Please introduce yourself to the gentlemen, Stella," said Leung.

He indicated the nearest man, a fat bald headed Cantonese who was leering at me. 

"Yes child. Come here and begin your new career," he ordered.

I went to him. He ran his hands over my buttocks and crotch, then pulled me onto his lap.

"A good pair of tits, gentlemen. I think that's what won her the crown," he laughed.

He cupped my breasts and then put his head between them to suck my nipples. I was disgusted with his pawing. I was being treated like a cheap whore.

"I don't think she is yet used to this type of inspection but she soon will be," he said.

I was handed from lap to lap to be intimately explored. Fingers inside me, crude jokes, I was spared nothing. A thin old man, reputed to be Hong Kong's richest, rubbed my pussy and shoved his finger inside.

"Still a virgin, eh. Not after tonight. You'll learn some new things upstairs," he said.

My skin crawled as I was pawed by the old lechers. To lose my virginity to one of them was a nightmare. I was only 20 and had never experienced anything like this. I'd seen these men on television, in the papers, spouting about business and how things should be run. Now I was up close to their aging faces and being molested by them. OK I was allowing this to happen but it didn't make it any easier. 

I had a tight, dry vagina and their probing fingers hurt. No respect. I could feel their erections against my bottom. There was no viagra then but there were Chinese medicines to help boost the erections of elderly men. I felt dirty as I moved from man to man. It seemed to last forever but finally I stood naked with my hands on hips beside Leung, sweating, chest thrust out. He had a black bag with the names of the 12 men.

"So gentlemen we will now choose the lucky one who will spend the night with Miss Hong Kong," he said. "She will select the man who will take her virginity."

My hand was shaking as I delved into the bag and took out a card. I handed it to Leung. He looked around the waiting faces, prolonging the suspense.

"And the winner is...Mr Chan Mak-tan." 

The textile king was probably the strongest and most physically fit of the men around the table. He was about 60, bald, short but powerfully built. A hard faced man from Shanghai who'd fled to Hongkong with his family after the communists seized power in 1949 and built up a textile empire. He was worth billions. The other bastards applauded as he grinned, showing his gold teeth.

"She will learn her trade tonight," he laughed. "By morning she will be well broken in. o and get ready for me, little flower," he said. "I shall be with you soon." 

I went upstairs with my mother, showing off my bare buttocks. tears running down my face.

"Stop sniveling," said mother when we reached the room. "This is how it is."

I showered off the sweat, sprayed on new perfume, had my hair combed and make-up retouched. My mother applied lubricant to my snatch. 

I dressed in just a suspender belt, stockings and a see through negligee. There was a loud rap on the door and Chan entered. He commanded my mother to leave. She squeezed my hand and gave me her look saying don't mess this up. I was alone with Chan. 

"So" he said. "You are my fifth Miss Hong Kong, but the first virgin." 

He came to me, took me in his arms and gave me a long kiss, forcing his tongue inside my mouth, while his fingers dug into my buttocks. 

Reaching up he pushed the negligee off my shoulders and let it slide to the floor. 

"Excellent. Great tits. They will be your fortune." He cupped my breasts roughly. "Nervous, eh. Don't be. I'm only going to fuck you. I have fucked hundreds and hundreds of women so you will be in the care of an expert."

He quickly tugged off his clothes as I sat on the bed. He had a stocky well muscled body, and a large - by Chinese standards - thick cock, which was fully erect. He pushed me back onto the silk sheets and spread my legs.

"I'm going to make you a woman now."I closed my eyes as he mounted me. "Relax," he said. 

His fingers were at my crotch, then he entered me with one finger, then two. I twisted and moaned as he played me.

"Like that eh. You are lucky to get me. Most of those old shits downstairs can hardly get it up." 

His fingers were gentler than the probing I'd received downstairs and he knew about the sensitivity of a woman's clit. He took his time making me really wet as he masturbated me.

"I think you are ready," he said, mounting me, pushing my legs wide.

I looked up at him, afraid.

"Please, will you use condom," I asked him. "No. I hate those things," he replied.

"I have no protection. I could get pregnant," I pleaded. 

"That is an occupational hazard. I paid HK$500,000 for fresh pussy and want to feel you when my cock goes inside."

Many men would not use condoms and wanted bare back. I practised contraception during my whoring but twice in four years I got pregnant. I was very careful but two abortions were still the result. I could not argue with Chan and had known he would't use a condom.

I felt his cock on my thighs and then against my pubic area. He grunted as he sought entry. His erection pressed between the lips of my vagina. I closed my eyes, crushed under his weight. He was wedging the head of his cock inside me and then thrusting. I screamed as he pressed against my hymen and thrust. Pain coursed through me as the hymen ruptured. He was grunting about my tightness as he went high into me and I could feel the blood flowing out of me. He was a bull and my insides were on fire as he began to fuck me. 

I was crying as he took his pleasure, head buried in my breasts sucking the nipples. They say that taking a virgin is not a great experience for the man and I was certainly in no condition to heighten the experience for him. 

"Ha, I am doing what every man in Hongkong wants to do, he grunted.

He drilled into me and the pain was bad, although it eased a little. He took his time and it seemed an eternity before he finally shouted and lost control, banging me hard as he splashed his sperm into my belly. I felt the heat of the fluid and worried about being given a baby. As he pulled out of me, I made for the bathroom. My thighs were red with blood that flowed from my torn hole. It stung as I washed between my legs. My body was aching and hurting inside. It had been rough sex. I was to get used to being screwed but for now it was the worst experience of my life.

When I returned, Chan was sipping a drink, There was a large red stain on the sheets where I had lost my virginity.

"So that's over now," he said, having no idea what it meant to lose your virginity in these circumstances.

And it was far from over. Next he washed his loody prick and then made me give him a blow job. I'd never done this before and it was difficult to avoid gagging with his shaft in my mouth. 

"You'll be doing a lot of this. Actresses in this town have to learn to give good head," said Chan.

I licked and sucked until my jaw ached badly before he finally orgasmed, sending a stream of foul tasting crud into my mouth and over my face. I choked and spat as some went down my throat.

"You've got to learn to swallow, little flower. Need to work on your technique. Get Tammy Ko to teach you. She's the best."

He was referring to the 1974 Miss Hong Kong who'd been well used by now. It was a very long night. Next he insisted on sodomizing me.

"You have a perfect ass," he said, rubbing my backside.

It was if anything more painful than losing my virginity. Kneeling on the bed holding the head board, I screamed as he forced himself into my tight anus and then put all his strength into banging me. He pounded my hole as I aquealed, going as high as he could. I doubt any of the others could have done what he did. For his age he was a stud, able to maintain multiple erections. Later, I was to service some of the old men who'd been downstairs and their performances were very poor in the sack.

I was aching and feeling exhausted after being sodomized, lying face down on the bed, shattered. 

"Good, very good. You will soon learn the skills required. I enjoy popping a cherry but I also enjoy someone who likes cock and can use her pussy," said Chan.

He left me in the morning totally exhausted.

"When I see your films I'll remember our night," he said.

It took me a week to fully recover. It hurt when I pissed and it was sore to sit down. I had to attend a number of functions as Miss Hong Kong, looking glamorous and smiling while thinking about how I'd been degraded. Leung would only use me sparingly. A reigning beauty queen was in great demand but he knew that the excitement and desire was increased by my exclusivity. I was at the top of the tree. Many were disappointed when they made approaches to Leung. 

Money was certainly not the only factor. Forging ties with politicians and businessmen in the mainland and elsewhere was an important consideration. At that time Hong Kong was still a British colony but China was gradually opening up the outside world at the start of what would become the great economic boom we have now experienced. Senior officials from Beijing were coming to Hong Kong and Leung was one of those wanting to gain their friendship.

My role as Miss Hong Kong meant I was one way of cementing these links. So ten days after losing my virginity I was entertaining the head of big economic delegation from Beijing. It had to be very discreet. Leung offered his own Central penthouse. I'd been at a function welcoming the mainland group. I'd been told to bed the head man - a senior communist party member - Xu Ru-quio - and was at his table for dinner with Leung and others. 

I wore a skin tight cheongsam and knew that every man there was undressing me with their eyes. I would get used to this attention but at that stage I was still nervous and unsure of myself. It took me a while to really become confident and hard enough to endure men lusting after me. I was slowly learning the whore's arts but had some way to go to before becoming a practised professional.

The next months would see that change take place.

I had to smile and exchange small talk over the meal, before leaving to get ready. Everyone there knew that I was his present. My mother was there to help me prepare. Again I was in the Miss Hong Kong swimsuit and cloak. 

"He's very important man. Make sure you give him great pleasure," she said. 

Xu was in his sixties but still very fit with a lean body. I bowed when he entered and as he watched paraded before him, swinging my hips and then took off the cloak and slipped out of the swimsuit. I stood hands on hips before him.

"So, I understand you have only had one other man and sold your virginity." He said. "They say Hong Kong women are the greatest whores. I shall find out tonight." 

I sucked him first and then later he fucked me, taking his time. I pretended to come and moaned but he didn't arouse me. I was learning to play the whore.

"Many men will have you," he said after coming inside me. "Be careful you do not continue too long and become a cheap slut."

He was horny and took me three times in total before the morning. was still learning my trade but gave him what he wanted.

"In China you would be sent to a re-education camp for whoring. Here you make a lot of money. Perhaps that will change when China takes back Hong Kong," he said. 

It was China that would change, with women there making big money from their bodies. I was slowly learning the whore's arts but had some way to go to before becoming a practised professional. The next months would see that change take place.

To be continued.



Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 02



Over the next months I had to entertain a variety of rich men, mostly older ones. None of them gave me an orgasm until I had my first gwielo (foreigner)and enjoyed a really big cock. It was during a promotion trip to London that I was given to Sir Peter Manson, a leading businessman in the City who was head of a major Hongkong trading company. 

He was married to a Chinese from a wealthy Hong Kong family and I was told had an insatiable appetite for Asian pussy, with several beautiful mistresses. Apparently he had an arrangement to fuck every Miss Hongkong and I was the latest. 

I had a hectic schedule of functions and was tired when he came to me in a luxury penthouse in London. I was again in the swimsuit, carefully made up, more practised now, and smiling professionally, hands on hips, as he came into the bedroom.

"Ah, Stella," he said. "I have been waiting since you won the title to meet you." 

He was handsome man, well built, in his early 50s with greying hair. I greeted him and paraded myself, buttocks moving.

"No need to show yourself off like a whore," he said. "Just strip and give me a blow job."

He was blunt. I obeyed as he sat in an armchair, then came to him. He ran his hands over me as I stood in front of him, exploring my crotch, buttocks, belly and up to my bust.

"Great breasts," he said. tweaking the nipples. "Most of my friends complain Chinese women are flat chested but I tell them not all of them are."

I went on my knees and unzipped his fly, pulling out a massive prick which hardened as I massaged it in my hand. More than ten inches long and very thick. Much bigger than any of my previous 20 Chinese men.

"Biggest you've had, eh," he smiled.

I rubbed him between my breasts and then licked his stem, before taking him in my mouth. I had to stretch my lips to get him in and couldn't take the full cock. I'd learned to deep throat but not with this size. He groaned as I got to work.

"You have learned well, m'dear," he said as I went to work.

It was the hardest blow job I'd given because he was so big. My jaws ached after a few minutes and it took a lot of effort to make him come. One hand playing with the shaft, while my tongue and lips stimulated the cock head and took him as deep as I could in my throat. Finally he gave a cry and nearly choked me as he shoved his dick down my throat, face fucking me as he ejaculated a long hot bitter stream of semen which I swallowed. Some overspilled onto my face and breasts, and I knelt gasping for breath between his legs. 

"Excellent. You are as good as Betsy Kwan," he said referring to a notorious blue movie actress who was famous for giving blow jobs.

That night he gave me my first real fucking. He knew how to arouse a woman and after he quickly recovered his erection, he first of all went down to eat my pussy. Some men had done this before but not expertly like him. His probing tongue inside my snatch soon had me crying out and I came noisely on his face, squirting out my fluids.

"You are a very horny girl," he laughed.

Then he sucked my nipples until they felt as if they'd explode, while fingering me into an orgasm. Next he mounted me, his big cock sliding into my very wet vagina. It only took him a few strokes to bring me to climax again, my nails dug into his buttocks as he rode me. 

Three more times I creamed myself before he eventually lost control and exploded inside me. I lay totally exhausted, sweat running off my body, fluids flowing out of my pussy.

"So, I don't think you have enjoyed gwielo cock before. A lot of Chinese ladies never want anything else after they'd had it," he said.

For the first time I'd given myself totally to a man, and amazingly he did it to me twice more. A real stud.

"You are very horny, Stella," he said. "Be careful you don't continue in this life too long. Find a rich man and settle down before Leung wears you out whoring like some of the others."

It was good advice. I didn't look on myself as a whore like those who worked in bars or brothels. But it was a sophisticated form of prostitution. I could name lots of famous names who did exactly the same as me. All were tied to Gary Leung. Four years of being bedded followed, and then I met Tom Franklin. He was a British man working in Hongkong. He had no idea who I was at first. He was older than me by 15 years but so different from those men I usually met. Kind, witty, caring. For the first time I fell in love.

I won't go into the details of our romance, but my mother was against him. So was Leung. There was still a lot of money to be made out of my body. Pressure was put on me to break it off. I knew my time in show business was over if I married him. I told him everything about myself, leaving nothing out. How I'd opened my legs for so many men. My past didn't matter to him. 

We left Hong Kong for several years. I had two children - a boy and a girl. But business brought us back. I was very happy, not missing the glamourous but false life of show business. Then suddenly everything changed. After 16 wonderful years, Tom had a sudden heart attack and died instantly. I was devastated. Then I discovered that he was in deep debt. 

He had left me nothing but millions owed to various creditors. it didn't take long for them to target me. I faced losing our flat, everything. My children, aged 11 and 13 were at expensive overseas schools. I was at my wit's end. Being penniless in Hong Kong means you soon lose the so-called friends who wanted to know you in the good times. Those that did stick with me were in no position to help. My solicitor told me I owed more than HK$30 million.

At 41, I had kept my slim figure and worked to preserve my beauty in the gym and through caring for my skin. I suppose I could pass for early 30s in the right light. The thought of returning to Gary Leung's stable had not occurred to me. I was too old and Leung had made clear when I married that there was no way back for me. He was angry at losing me when I was still in my prime - and to a gwielo at that. Chinese are very sensitive about their women preferring caucasians. Tom had been laughed at behind his back by Chinese men who thought he didn't know about my past. There is a lot of hypocrisy over sex, with women branded as whores by men who have mistresses and visit prostitutes.

I didn't know that plans were being made for me. I had heard rumours about Carina Tse who was about my age and was amazed when she suddenly became a sex bomb actress at 40, appearing in a couple of soft porn movies. It caused a sensation and her photos were all over the lurid gutter press. In bikinis, sexy mini dresses, topless. Gary Leung had very cleverly marketed the aging actress and generated excitement. Her career had been in nose dive before this and now she was hot. In a centrefold in Asian Penthouse, she showed off every inch of her body as she posed open legged. 

I heard that she was providing a lot of sex to cash in on her fame. Celebrity gang bangs were mentioned but this was all rumour. Leung was running her ass and you could be sure she was having to do things she didn't want to do. Then came a couple of other aging actresses who followed in her footsteps, posing nude and doing blue films. Leung had hit on a gold mine as people flocked to see the previously straight actresses naked in films and performing steamy sex scenes.

It was then I was surprised to receive a summons from Leung through one of his minions. He came to my house with the invite. He said he didn't know the details but Mr Leung would tell me what he wanted. I thought about rejecting the invite but I was desperate. Puzzled at what he wanted with me, I got ready by having my hair done, and wearing a tight white suit and matching blouse. I hadn't really dressed up for a while with all the troubles. The limo came for me and I was taken to his office in penthouse in Central.

I hadn't seen him for many years. He was older but not that much changed. Still the same cunning bastard who'd lured me into his web.

"Ah, you are as beautiful as ever Siu Mei," he said using my Chinese name. 

He commiserated with me over my loss, offered tea and then quickly got down to business. 

"I understand you are in some financial difficulties and thought I might be able to help.Perhaps you'd be interested in a job back in movies," he said.. 

"But I've been out of films for many years. No one will remember me." I replied.

"You're wrong." he smiled. "A former Miss Hong Kong is never forgotten. You might have seen how successful Carina Tse has been in re-launching her career. I think you could do the same."

"But she's done porn movies," I said. 

"Exactly. And the box office has been tremendous. You could do even better," said Leung.

"You want me to do porn movies? That's crazy," I exclaimed, taken aback by the offer.

"No it's not. You've got a better figure than Carina. You have kept yourself very well. As a former Miss Hong Kong you'd be a sensation and make a lot of money."

"I'm a mother of two children. I'm 41. I've just been widowed and you want me to do sex films," I responded, shocked and angry. 

"You're also broke and I have bought up your debts," he said. "Now those children need their expensive school bills paid and you don't want to lose that nice home in Mid-Levels. Let us talk about it."

I sat stunned as he outlined his plans. Three films and a centerfold in Asian Penthouse. Promotional travel around Asia, Europe and America to visit the Chinese communities. I knew that would involve having to open my legs and whore, although he skated around that. My heart was beating fast.

"You will clear your debts quickly. There is no other way to earn money with your, shall we say, skills." 

I thought of my children. What their reaction would be. 

"I can't, My children..." 

"They are in England," he replied.

"They'll find out. The papers will be full of it," I argued.

"Well, it's up to you. I see little other alternative. Let me know in a week," said Leung.

My stomach was churning and I didn't feel well as I was having my period. Back home there were more unpleasant surprises. I had a visit from a couple of nasty looking men - obviously triads.

"You owe money," said one leering at me. "You don't pay and things can get bad. Perhaps I can get you job in Mongkok." 

He meant a brothel. I slammed the door as they laughed. I knew Leung had been behind this to put the frighteners on me. 

I had to make a decision. I couldn't sleep with the worry. My only asset was my body. I didn't want to do this but there was no alternative. I rang Leung.

"Good, good, Come tomorrow. Dress up nicely as there will be a gentleman here who is involved in this venture," he said

So this is it, I thought looking into the dressing room mirror. I was to put myself on sale to be used again as a whore. There was no other way to describe it. I had a large collection of designer clothes, expensive shoes and handbags. I'd sold a large part of my jewellry, but my dresses would be the last to go. I choose a white Shanghai Tang mini-dress cut low with matching tights and stilettos. It was perhaps a bit young for me but I still had the figure, having kept my weight near what it was as a young girl. 

The births had widened my hips a little and boosted my bust, which was 35 inches and still firm. I had large breasts for a Chinese, which had attracted the eyes of men since I was a teenager. I put on a wired bra to push them up. My legs were also a good feature and had kept their shape. I applied more make up than usual, putting on lip gloss over the thick red lipstick. I hadn't dressed like this for years. Like any woman, I was fearful of the lines on the face that come with age but so far my skin remained smooth.

As I was finishing my daughter rang from school in England. She was 13 and the last months had been hard for her with the death of her father. Jenny was a bright child and already beginning to develop into a beautiful young woman. She looked more like me, very Chinese features, while Peter was like his father. We chatted in Cantonese. I'd made sure they'd both learned it as children, along with Mandarin. 

I was glad she couldn't see me packaged for the meeting with Leung. There was no way I could keep this secret for long from my children and it filled me with dread. I'd soon be branded a whore and that was not going to be easy for them to cope with. I'd kept the financial problems from them, not wanting to add to their worries. 

A car was sent for me. I saw the driver run his eyes over me as I got in, the hem of the dress rearing up to show off my thighs as I got in. A few Chinese newspapers were on the back seat for me, left open at the entertainment pages. Leung had already started the publicity machine.

There were photos of me in my beauty queen days, wearing a bikini, and some shots of me in glamourous clothes at functions.

"Stella Ng makes come back" "Former Miss HK returning to movies." "Rumours of sex bomb roles for Stella." "Mother of two to appear in Penthouse."

Leung was wasting no time priming the market. The stories had obviously come from him. They recalled my career and marriage, Tom's recent death, rumours of my money problems. 

One article read: " Former Miss Hong Kong, Stella Ng, is relaunching her career 16 years after she left to marry and have a family. Rumours say she'll be following in the footsteps of Carina Tse, who shocked everyone with her recent steamy movies. Her first role is said to be that of a gang bang victim. Violent sex and lots of nudity. The mother of two - who sadly recently lost her British husband - will certainly be creating a lot of interest in the months to come. And she's to be the Miss October centre fold in Asian Penthouse magazine." 

I sighed. It was worse than I feared.

I was driven into the basement garage of Leung's top floor Central apartment cum office and then up in the private elevator. I stepped out into the reception area and was shown to his private apartment. He was there with another man - a gwielo.

"Ah, Stella. You look very beautiful today. Allow me to introduce Doug Peters from LA, head of Penthouse operations in Asia," said Leung. 

He was a big powerfully built man in his early 40s with a handsome face. His eyes travelled over me appraisingly as he smiled and shook hands. I was given a drink and there were a few pleasantries before business got underway.

I let my skirt ride up as I sat down, not tugging at the hem. What was the point in being modest. I crossed my legs and listened to Leung.

"Well, Stella, we have three films planned. First to begin next month. In the meantime, you'll be doing a photo shoot for Penthouse and be staying at their mansion on the Peak."

I'd heard about the mansion. A big former colonial home of a wealthy expat. At the end of a private road with high walls. Well away from prying eyes high above crowded Hong Kong. I'd been told that a number of women were kept there to discreetly entertain visitors and they also held parties to which only the favoured were invited.

"You'll also be expected to attend functions to get publicity for you and the films," said Leung. 

The American spoke for the first time. 

"I'm sure you'll enjoy getting back into the show biz scene. This is a big opportunity for you," he smiled.

"I'm afraid I'm an old lady now. Hope I don't let you down," I replied.

"You're a very lovely sophisticated lady and I look forward to working with you," he smiled.

I knew he would soon want to bed me. His eyes had never left my body while we talked. It was odd after all this time to be re-entering my old life. There aren't many 41-year old top flight whores, I thought. 

We discussed the arrangements and money. The deal would wipe out my debts and put me back in credit. Of course, there would be a price to pay. This was whoring, however you wrapped it up with platitudes. They didn't tell me then but men had already invited to enjoy me at the mansion. The financial backers of the films and others. I'd become an experienced courtesan in my younger days and would have to employ those skills again. As they say, once a whore always a whore. 

I went home to pack. During my days with Leung I had always worked outside anywhere resembling a brothel. I knew that the Penthouse mansion would be just that - a cathouse for millionaires. I'd heard rumours that it attracted plenty of Cathay Pacific air hostesses eager to make money between flights or young struggling models and actresses. Some made the minor photos in the magazine. But the real attractions were those like myself, Carina Tse and other names.

I was very nervous as filled two suitcases with what I needed - as nervous as my early days as Miss Hong Kong when I'd sold myself. I was no longer a young, niave girl. Being a wife and mother had changed me. Now I was re-entering a life I'd left behind a long time ago. Could I be a sex symbol at 41, flaunting myself and being labelled an aging slut out to make money before her charms faded? The fact was I had no choice. It was this or destitution. I wasen't going to lose my home and see my children living in poverty. If it meant whoring myself, so be it.

Doug Peters himself came to collect me in the limo. He didn't waste any time. A few words of conversation, then his hand slid onto my thigh as we sat in the leather seats as the chauffer drove us to the mansion. I tensed as he squeezed the flesh through the tights.

"Please don't," I said.

"You have great legs, Stella," he said, sliding his hand higher under the skirt.

"No. Not in the back of a car," I replied.

"Sure, Stella," he said, removing his hand. "You won't have to be such a shy girl at the mansion. There's quite a few guys in Hong Kong who'll be visiting you. Got to be friendly to them. A few knew your late husband real well."

"Who?" I asked.

"There's a list but Harry McLaren is one, Graham Weeks, Freddie Green are among them, he said 

These were men who had been business rivals of my husband. Real bastards. I could imagine what they wanted to do with me and then boast about it. 

"Not those men. No," I protested.

"They've bought into your movies. You've got to be nice to them. Listen Stella, let's be frank. You've put out before and with Gary Leung you wouldn't have had much choice about the guys. It's the same now. This is business, not pleasure for you," said Peters. 

I wasn't happy but i knew this was the deal. As a young girl, I'd had to endure men I didn't like. Some revolted me. But a whore at any level can't pick and choose. I'd forced myself to service whoever came along and was soon hardened to it. These men had known my husband and would obviously get a kick out of fucking the widow of an old rival. It was something I would have to stomach. Peters could see I was less than pleased. 

"You're getting a shitload of money, baby," he said. "We ain't forcing you into this. You done it before and it was your decision."

I knew he was right.

"OK. We've got your roster worked out. There's a party tomorrow night. Tonight you can get used to the house and we can get to know each other," he explained.

He obviously would be in my bed that night. I learned soon enough that he screwed every woman who stayed at the mansion. Part of the perks of the job.

The mansion had been built in the 1930s. A large colonial-style building. It was hard to find somewhere in Hongkong that was secluded but its position on the Peak surrounded by high walls and trees made it perfect for Penthouse to keep its women. The entrance was guarded by several security men and the grounds were also patrolled. 

"Hope you'll be happy here," said Peters as we drove through the gates that closed behind us.

The building had obviously been refurbished lately and the white paint reflected the strong sunlight. 




Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 02



Peters showed me into the large entrance hall with a wide sweeping staircase leading to the rooms above.

"We have 17 bedrooms and an adjoining annexe," he said. 

The hall and the large room into which he showed me were lavishly furnished and decorated, rosewood furniture, thick carpets, big couches, paintings and mirrors on the walls. Rather garish and not to my taste. It looked and smelled like an expensive brothel - which is what it was. A few women walked around in bikinis, bras and panties or teddies. I saw them running their eyes over me. Several also lay by the pool outside. They were alll much younger than me. 

"We have 20 girls staying here at any one time," said Peters. "More are brought in for special parties."

He escorted me to my bedroom. It was a large room with a massive four poster bed that had a mirror above it in the ceiling, thick carpets and red wallpaper. A whore's bedroom. The luxury bathroom included a jacuzzi.

"This is our number one bedroom," he said. "Carina Tse has stayed here and other centrefolds." And been well fucked here, I thought.

As we spoke, a woman in a red dress entered. I knew who she was. Cindy Chow was Gary Leung's mama san who controlled his stable of women. I remembered her from my days. I hadn't been involved with her very much as my mother was in charge of me and didn't allow Cindy to interfere. She was in her late-60s now and looked it. A sour faced old bitch.

"Ah, this is Cindy," said Peters. "Do you know each other?."

Cindy gave me a cold smile.

"In the old days," she replied, emphasising the old.

I glared at the cow.

"I'll leave you to talk. Be back later," said Peters sensing the hostility.

"Well, Stella Ng, never thought I'd see you again," she said in Cantonese. "No mother's skirts to hide behind now. She was always high and mighty for a woman who pimped her daughter." 

I seethed under her gaze. 

"Right. We'll get things straight. Here you do as you're told like the others. You're living off your past reputation. Men get may still get excited but you're 41 and lucky to be earning this money. Carina Tse has been here and she worked her butt off. So will you." she said.

I hated her but had to stand, biting a lip to stop myself from telling her to fuck off.

"The gwielo will be with you tonight. He's the boss so make him happy. Tomorrow night it's party time. You'll be downstairs in a corset with the others working the room and one of the guests will take you back up here. It will be a gang bang party. One of the girls is chosen to take on all the guys who want her. Don't suppose you've done a gang bang. Anyway, that's the floor show, so you'll get the idea what this place is about." 

I breathed deeply.

"Now I want you to keep yourself in great shape and do everything required of you to promote Penthouse and the movies you will be doing. There's a press conference at a central hotel tomorrow where you'll show off what you've got and launch yourself as a soft porn actress. So you'll be spending the morning getting ready. Takes more time and make up at your age to get the face looking good."

"Fucking bitch," I thought. She smiled.

"I'm sure we'll get along really well, as long as you follow instructions."

She showed me the cupboards filled with dresses and lingerie. She pulled out a red mini-dress and held it up.

"You should be able to fit into that. You'll wear it tomorrow," she said. 

It was tight, very short and cut low at the front, designed to show off everything.

"Bit young for you but you've still got a good pair of legs. I was angry at her taunts but kept my mouth shutYou'll be doing the magazine shoot here next week. Before that there are some promotions like tomorrow. There'll also be visitors for you to entertain."

The old harridan was enjoying herself, being able to boss me. Next I had to go through my personal details, such as when my periods occurred and if I had any women's problems. All the girl's had their monthlies charted to fit in with sex sessions.

"And don't get pregnant. I've had two silly bitches who've need fixing," she said. 

"I've no intention of that happening," I replied.

"Nor did they. And there's too much money tied up with you to put you out of action," she said.

She finally left and I was alone with my thoughts. She had left me in no doubt what lay ahead. This would not be the same exclusive prostitution I'd taken part in as a beauty queen and actress. There would obviously be more men. 

to be continued



Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 03



That night Peters came to me. It was my first sex for several months since my husband's death. He certainly knew how to bed a woman. His body was in good shape and he had a massive cock. An arrogant bastard who was used to fucking available women. First of all he wanted to be rimmed and sucked.

"I've heard you give a great blow job," he said. 

It was true that I'd done this frequently in my younger days and for my husband. After he showered, I went down on my knees, rubbing his cock between my breasts before licking his backside, going deep with my tongue, parting the checks to begin his trip around the world.

Then his large balls, taking them in turn into my mouth, before kissing and slowly sliding my tongue up and down his 12 inch stem. He groaned as I took his cock head inside my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate the thick shaft.

"Great baby, great," he murmured.

He made me work for it, my jaws aching as I deep throated him. In my prime it hadn't taken long to make most men come because they were so excited. 

But Peters was a professional pimp - no other word for him - who had control. To him all women were prostitutes. Finally I felt the tremor in his erection as the fluid sought a way out. He shouted and shot a long stream of semen into my mouth. I'd learned to swallow and keep sucking as the hot seed went down my throat and overflowed onto my face and breasts.

"Wow Stella. You are the best," he laughed.

I went to clean up in the bathroom, looking at my cum covered faced in the mirror with the thick lipstick and make up smeared across it. A real slut. Coming back to the bed after washing and repainting my face I lay with Peters as he stroked my body.

"You got a million dollar ass, honey," he said. "Sure kept yourself in good shape. You going to make a great deal of dough." 

I felt cheap but resigned. He fucked me twice, front and rear. A long screwing that made me come. He used his fingers and tongue on me to get my juices flowing. He sucked my nipples while shoving two fingers inside my snatch. He was an expert at stimulating the sensitive places and I came on his hand, squirting out my fluids. He then mounted me and I cried out as he slid his gigantic cock into my wet hole, going high. I behaved like a whore then as he rode me. 

With his pole inside you any woman would respond. It didn't take long to bring me up to climax and I was thrusting against him as I orgasmed. He dirty talked me and brought me up again as I clung to him, sweat running off me and gasping for breath. As I peaked for a third time he came with me, shooting his load with savage thrusts which banged the remaining breath out of me. I lay sucking in gulps of air, breasts heaving.

"You certainly enjoy cock, baby," he laughed. 

He'd been one of the few men to make me react like that, although I'd faked it plenty of times. My pussy was pulsating and the bed was soaking from my sweat and juices, which I could smell. 

I was amazed that he recovered his erection again so quickly. He fucked me up the ass the next time and it hurt. I'd been given anal before but not for so long a time and with such a massive dick. He really battered me, putting all his power into the strokes. I felt like my insides were being forced out as he bored high inside me. Later I realised that this was to break me in and get used again to being fucked aggressively. I was crying out and pleading with him to end it when he finally exploded his hot sperm into my backside. I was really sore and my ass was bleeding.

"That was very painful," I complained.

"You going to get a lot of that with your tight little ass," said Peters. "Just getting you used to what the big guys like me will be doing. A tight Chinese ass is the big attraction for a lot of gwielos." 

I didn't get much sleep and was tired and sore the next day. Cindy woke me quite early to get ready for my promotion appearance. I'd rather have gone back to bed, but instead I spent several hours being preened, with my hair cut shorter and restyled, a facial and a girl doing my make-up. I put on a wired half-cup bra to shove up my bust, tights and panties. I had to struggle to get into the mini-dress - which was really a size too small - with the seams straining as I breathed in while it was zipped up. 

It was very short and when I sat down the hem was nearly up to my crotch, while the low cut top displayed the deep-V of my breasts. On six inch red high heels I was showing off everything. 

"Good," said Cindy. "You'll cause a few hard ons today. There'll be a lot tossing themselves off looking at your newspaper pics." 

She was a crude bitch. 

I was nervous going back into the public glare. I'd done hundreds of these events in my younger days, showing my body off to the cameras. But now it felt different. I was launching myself at 41 as a soft porn actress. I could imagine what would be written in the showbiz papers and more lurid magazines, of which there were many in the city. It was a good story that a former Miss Hong Kong was going to do blue movies, especially at my age. 

I was driven to the Central hotel where a room had been booked for the news conference. I went to the ladies room with the make up girl to retouch my face and have a pee. I looked at myself in the mirror, straining against the skin tight mini dress which showed off my bust and legs, then went to meet Gary Leung and Peters.

"You look magnificent," said Gary.

I looked at a smiling Peters. My pussy and backside were very tender after this attentions of the previous night.



"Ready?" asked Gary.

I nodded. On my high heels I strode into the reception room which was lit with TV lights and popping camera flashes as I mounted the small stage. The photographers swarmed forward and I posed for them, smiling. Hands on hips, legs astride, moving around to give them different shots. They could nearly photograph me up the skirt it was so short. it was hot under the lights and I was sweating as I gave them the pictures that would be splashed over tomorrow's entertainment pages. Finally Gary called a halt. It was question time.

I sat down, crossing my legs, giving them all a good view of my thighs nearly up to my crotch. 

"Why have you decided to do porn movies?" was the first question. 

I'd been coached by Gary a couple of days earlier in my replies. 

"Well, I suppose anything Carina Tse can do I can do better," I smiled. 

There was laughter. Everyone knew there was no love lost between the two of us who'd started off in show business at the same time.

"Don't you think you're a little old for these roles?"

I looked at the questioner, then slowly recrossed my legs, giving them all a good show.

"I don't think your readers would think so." 

More laughter.

"What do your children think about it?"

I'd expected this question but it was the toughest. 

"I love my children and they love me. They realise that my career is important. It is not an issue,' I lied. 

"Are you nervous about posing naked in Penthouse and doing sex scenes in your movies?" 

"Very nervous," I smiled. "But excited as well. I'm sure all my fans will buy the magazine and see the movies. As you can see, I'm not an old lady yet." 

Once more I slowly recrossed my legs and knew I now had the room on heat. Peters later told me that a lot of the men had erections as they viewed me.

"We understand your first film will feature a gang rape. Does that disturb you."

I lied again. "No, I'm sure it's vital to the artistic integrity of the movie."

There was more laughter. And so it went on. There were more personal questions which I fielded smoothly. At last it ended and I left the stage, swaying my buttocks in the tight dress as the cameras snapped me from all angles. 

"You were sensational," said Gary. "Really worked the room."

But I was drained. I'd really come across as a whore and knew I'd be branded with that name in future. I got some much needed sleep before the evening party but still felt rather worn out when I awoke. I was stiff and sore and knew that I'd have to service another man that night. My face devoid of make up was strained and tired.

I took a long bath, then got ready. An expensive black and gold coloured corset had been left out for me. I was to be packaged for the party. I laced myself into the corset and put on the stockings and silk red panties. I was combing my hair when Cindy came in.

"OK. Half an hour. They're arriving now. You get the big entrance after the other girls. You work the room, talk to all the guys, flirt with them. Then there'll be the gang bang. It's a Cathay air hostess who'll come down and strip out of her uniform. You'll do the draw the order in which they have her on the floor and then the man with the winning envelope will take you back here." said Cindy.

"Envelope?" I asked.

"Yes, all the guests are given envelopes and one of them contains the card with your name on it inviting him to your room." 

"So I'm finally working a real whorehouse," I replied. "It's not a whorehouse. 

"This is executive erotic entertainment. No one is paying here. This is to promote the brand," she said.

"Bulllshit. You're organising a gang bang and the rest of us get fucked upstairs," I shot back. 

"This is..."

"You've sold pussy before, so don't come the high and mighty," Cindy cut me short." Time you learned to do it again without the airs and graces. You got a year or so left to make real money. Don't want to have to work Mongkok," she said, referring to the brothel district.

I bridled but a knock on the door interrupted us. 

"Five minutes. Everyone outside." 

I joined the other women who were coming out of their rooms to wait on the landing to go downstairs. They too were in corsets and stockings. Younger than me, a few below 20. The majority were Hongkong Chinese but I could see some were mainlanders and there were Thais, Filipinas and Japanese. I overheard one Cantonese girl speaking to another.

"Ha, it is that Cathay one, Karen, who gets the gang bang tonight." 

"Saw her earlier. Didn't look too happy. Heard she needs quick money so she agreed to do it." 

"They asked me but I want more money. Sammi Hui did it last week and she was black and blue afterwards. Thirty men. Very sore pussy." They giggled. 

I'd heard about gang bangs involving even quite well known women. There were rumours about Mandy Tse and some others associated with Penthouse. It was the last thing I'd ever wanted to do. One-on-one was enough for me. This would be the first gang bang I'd witnessed. I knew there were women who enjoyed them but I couldn't image why.

We could hear the men talking and laughing downstairs. Like me some of the women were quiet, fiddling with their suspenders and patting their hair. Others were brasher, obviously having more experience of these parties. Cindy appeared.

"OK, time," she said.

Peters voice came from below. 

"Now, gentlemen, let me introduce you to the bevy of beautiful ladies who will make this an unforgettable evening for you." 

In turn the women descended the stairs as he read out their names, hands on hips and swaying their buttocks. I came last.

"Finally last but not least, former Miss Hong Kong, Stella Ng," announced Peters. 

All eyes were on me as I walked down the stairs keeping my back straight, head held high, bust thrust out. I'd done much modelling and knew how to move in stilettos which can be difficult for those women without the poise and practise. You don't want to stumble and I didn't as I surveyed the room. There must have been about 40 or so men sipping drinks and smoking, a mixture of Europeans and Chinese - hungarily devouring my body with their eyes. You could smell the lust. There were leers and some talk as they nodded at me, and bursts of dirty laughter. 

The other women were circulating and Peters ushered me towards two men I didn't want to meet - Harry McLaren and Graham Weeks. They were both in their late-40s, McLaren was heavily built, balding and developing a paunch, while Weeks was a thin weasal of a man. Both had their arms around two of the youngest girls in the room - small breasted cute Hong Kong Chinese with thin figures - probably 18 or 19 years old but looking younger. They didn't seem too happy as the men squeezed their tight asses and slipped fingers underneath the brief panties. It was obvious they'd had had a few drinks, as their faces were flushed. 

"Well, well nice to see you again Stella," leered McLaren. "Sorry to hear about Tom. How are the kids? Just restarted your career, eh."

I'd met them at functions with their wives but had never liked them. They were notorious lechers and unpleasant characters.

"We've bought a share in your new movies from Gary. Going to be real hot stuff, from what I've heard," saod Mclaren. 

They could see from my face that I was not pleased to see them.

"We've decided to have a foursome with these two little beauties tonight but next week after your photo shoot you'll be entertaining us for the night," he said.

I glanced at Peters who said nothing.

"A nice threesome," grinned Weeks. "Not had one before, eh?" 

I had to stand there as they humiliated me, enjoying themselves.

"Pretty quiet, darling. Promise you'll be making a bit more noise upstairs with us."

Peters intervened. 

"You'll have to excuse us. Others want to meet Stella." 

"Sure. Half the town wants to do that," said McLaren, laughing.

I turned away angrily, not disguising my contempt for them.

"Going to make that arrogant bitch squeal with my cock up her arse," I heard Weeks say as I left them.

"Is this true," I asked Peters. "I don't do threesomes."

"You do now. These men own a piece of you and you do what they want," he replied. 

I was in a very bad mood but had to meet the other men around the room. I suppose they found me sulky and I wasen't good at the small talk. They all oogled me, looking down my cleavage, all hoping to be given the winning envelope. To relieve my depression I took several drinks and by the time Peters announced the the gang bang I was a little tipsy.

"Gentlemen," he said. "Now is the time for the highlight of the evening. We all have fantasies about air hostesses on long flights. Well, tonight Karen Chang will satisfy them. She's worked for Cathay Pacific for six years and now she'll give you the in-flight service you've always really wanted. Please welcome Karen."

Everyone looked to the top of the stairs as the girl appeared in her red uniform. She looked nervous as she descended the stairs with the excited men watching. I couldn't imagine what she was feeling at the prospect of having to suck and fuck so many men. She was in her late-20s, slim and tall, with good legs and a pretty but unsmiling heavily painted face. hair pinned up. Walking through the crowd she climbed onto the raised stage set up at the end of the room, with a large circular mattress and pillows set on it. 

"Good tight arse on that," said one man. "She's going to get a battering. Want to do a sandwich with her?" 

Peters was working the audience.

"It's Karen's first gang bang, gentlemen. Are you looking forward to it, Karen?"

She nodded, although her expression told me she wasn't.

"Stella. Please come and make the draw."

I moved next to Karen who was trembling, nearly pissing herself. Not a professional whore at all.

I picked business cards out of a box one by one, reading the names which were chalked on a board by one of the corset clad girls. It was in reverse order, so the final ones I took out would be the first in line for Karen. It must have been an ordeal as she stood there listening to the shouts and laughter as I called the names. Finally 40-odd names had been chalked on the board. Of course, some would take a woman upstairs instead of awaiting their turn but it would still be a big workload. Our eyes met as I looked at her and I could see the pain.

"OK Karen. Please show the gentlemen your lovely body," said Peters.

She stripped out of the uniform, not professionally, amid whistles and some crude shouts. Taking off the jacket she hung it over a chair, then unzipped the skirt and let it slide to the floor. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of the blouse. Slipping out of it she stood in her bra, garter belt, panties and stockings. Reaching behind her head, she unhooked the bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. It came away to reveal small breasts with large brown nipples that were erect. There were cheers as she put each leg on a stool to roll off the black stockings. 

Her garter belt followed and then she eased her long red painted finger nails inside the band of the panties and slowly pushed them down. Stepping out of them she stood naked showing off her shaved clit and then turned to expose the trim buttocks before facing the men again, legs astride and hands on hips. Sweat was trickling down her smooth body. She had a very good figure and the men were drooling. Her face was a mask.





It would be three men at a time on stage with her. The first group had been pulling off their clothes and to a cheer they came onto the stage naked and all erect. Surrounding Karen, they took turns to kiss and explore her with their hands. They probed her intimate places as she endured the pawing. One carried her to the mattress and laid her down, then they knelt around her. One - a well built gwielo with a big cock - pulled her legs apart and mounted. She cried out as he forced himself into her, and then rolled her sideways to allow another gwielo to insert his slightly smaller prick into her ass. 

She shouted in pain as he gained entry with several savage thrusts. She was pinned between them as they began to fuck her, her face twisted, mouth open. The lone Chinese with the smallest cock knelt at her head and told her in Cantonese to suck him. With him in her mouth and the two others thrusting away, all her holes were filled. I'd seen porn movies of group sex but never live. The crowd watched the entertainment as they sipped drinks and excitedly pawed the women with them. All wanted to see the show before going upstairs. Some would come back later for a group session with Karen. 

The man being sucked came first, shooting into the mouth of the air hostess, nearly choking her as most of the fluid went down her throat, leaving her gasping for breath and wide eyed as he pulled out. Then the gwielo in her ass shouted and increased his strokes as he climaxed. The remaining man pushed her onto her back, pulled the long, slim legs around his waist and drove himself as hard as he could into her as she cried out. I doubt she'd ever taken such a pounding and she squirmed under him as he exploded with loud grunts. The crowd applauded as Karen lay, breasts heaving and sweat stained with come spattered over her face and body. Now it would be my turn to whore myself.

To be continued 



Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 04



The gang bang of the air hostess continued. Before the next group, Cindy supervised a maid to clean up Karen and put fresh sheets on the mattress. She was flushed and already fairly shattered as she gargled to clean her mouth. Then it was the turn of the next three, all Chinese. Smaller cocks for her this time, but still an exhausting fucking. 

I was only feet away as she coped with the three men. I could imagine how exhausting this would be over the hours ahead. She'd earn her money. While I and the others watched three other groups of men took their turns with her. In between, a maid came to wash her intimately between the legs and rear passage, rub her down, apply perfume, retouch the make up. I needed a pee and went to the toilet. While sitting on the seat, I heard two other women talking about me. 

"That Stella Ng is getting an old lady, yet she's earning big, big bucks,' said one as they did their faces outside. "Still got a good body though for her age." 

"Ha, like that Mandy Tse. Living on their past fame. Heard that Mandy is doing gang bangs now like that Karen outside. Her porn films were just a novelty. This Stella will go the same way after they get tired of her movies."

"Lol, like to see her having to take 20 or 30 guys up her ass. Won't be such a stuck up bitch."

"Come on. Let's go and watch that Karen getting her cunt bashed off before we go upstairs with those two old bastards." 

Their words had shocked me. So it was true about Carina Tse. There was no way I would go down the same road. I again circulated among the crowd, which had become much more raunchy with the drink and gang bang. My panties were damp as my vagina was still leaking after the rigorous sex the previous night and I was sweaty. The men wanted action. Several painfully pinched my bottom or ran a hand over my bust while making crude comments as I moved among them. I'd never been treated like that before and protested to Peters.

"Time you went upstairs," he said. 

As Karen lay being washed again after the fifth group enjoyed her, I went on stage .

"Gentleman. Stella tells me it is her bedtime," said Peters to laughter and whistles. "Envelopes will now be distributed to see who goes upstairs with her."

Girls went around handing out envelopes. 

"Please don't open them until I ask you," instructed Peters.

There was silence as they stood holding the envelopes.

"Very well gentlemen. Please open them."

They were torn open and groans filled the room as the blanks were pulled out, then a shout of triumph. Everyone looked around at a middle-aged Chinese man in glasses holding up his card. He shouldered his way to the stage, grinning and obviously very excited. 

"Ayyyy yah," he said in Cantonese as he got on stage, his eyes almost popping out as he looked down my cleavage. 

He was one of three Chinese men who had fucked Karen in the second group. I could smell her on him as he got up close and his arm went around me for a kiss. I didn't want this on stage but had little choice as he pressed his mouth against mine and forced his tongue between my teeth. His hands slid down to my buttocks to fondle them as the crowd cheered. 

I pulled back, leaving my lipstick on him, annoyed by his disrespect, forgetting I was stripped to my corset and on offer.

"Congratulations," said Peters. "May I wish you a pleasant evening." 

The man took my hand and we walked through the grinning crowd. There were some drunken suggestions of what he should do to me before we reached the stairs and mounted them to my room.

"I have always wanted you Sui Mei," he said using my Chinese name. "You are Hong Kong's most beautiful actress. Why waste yourself on a gwielo when you were in your prime. It's said you only like gwielo cock."

I was angry by now.

"Look, I don't want to discuss my life." I told him. "Now you have me for the night. Get undressed and we'll go into the jacuzzi"

He was taken aback by my firmness. I unlaced my corset while he pulled off his clothes to reveal a smallish cock. Chinese women probably won't admit it but cock-size is one reason they prefer Caucasians. I was also glad after Peters the previous night not to have to service a big gwielo.

I didn't have much trouble with him. He was in awe of having an actress sucking and fucking him. I gave him a blow job in the jacuzzi and later he screwed me in the big bed. He was very average after Peters - more like many of the men I'd slept with in the old days. I learned he was a middle range manager with an export company who'd earned a place at the party through making good returns for his bosses. Getting to bang an air hostess and me in one night must have been highlight of his life. He was exhausted after coming inside me and thankfully slept soon afterwards. 

I lay beside him as he snored thinking about the future. I knew that my porn film career would be limited. Like Mandy Tse, the novelty would last for only a few movies. They were vehicles to titillate and excite people who were lured into cinemas by seeing former straight actresses naked and having dirty sex. 

I'd seen my first gang bang that night and knew very well that at some stage there'd be a move for me to follow in Mandy Tse's footsteps. I knew that when that moment came it would be hard for me to resist the pressure to do a gang bang. The prospect horrified me but it was too late for me to turn back. The fact I was available to men such as the one I was with showed that I would not enjoy any where near same exclusivity as in my youngers days. No one then had got into my panties unless they were very rich or powerful. 

Gary Leung made sure that I remained an A grader - one of those among his stable who commanded the highest fee and was only selectively available. That continued when I moved from being a beauty queen into film work - sometimes only a couple of men a month enjoyed me, although that occasionally included being with a particular man for a week or going to visit them abroad for a few days. They demanded only the best and that's what I was at the time. One paid an enormous amount to have me for a month. A real old goat living in San Francisco who came from Sichuan. 

He'd seen my first couple of movies and had a real thing about banging me. He had a business deal which attracted Leung, so he got me after paying half a million US. That was an enormous sum in the 1980s. Of course, I received less thant 40 percent because Leung and my mother always took a big cut. He must have been nearly 70 but could still perform very well. I was surprised how many times he could do it in a night compared with some of the old bastards who could hardly get it up. He certainly knew how to bed a woman and was an expert in eating pussy. 

This made me very horny and I had frequent orgasms with him, despite being young enough to be his granddaughter. As a traditional Chinese man, he had about half a dozen wives, a number of mistresses and many children. Good job he was super rich. He wanted to make me an official wife but I declined. He gave me some very expensive jewellry when I left him, and another present I only discovered a month later when I missed my period. I had taken the usual precautions and was on the pill but like the other Chinese men he wouldn't use condoms so it was always a risk. 

I couldn't believe such an old man could have impregnated me but tests confirmed it. To Leung's annoyance I would be out of action for a while because of the termination. It was the first of two pregnancies during my whoring and I was certainly not the only one among Leung's starlets to experience an abortion. It was not pleasant and the subsequent pain and bleeding left me depressed and out of action for a while. I'd always thought of having children and conceiving and losing my first like that had an obvious impact. I became harder after the abortion, and more calculating. 

My career did reasonably well and I progressed to top roles, which kept me valuable to Leung. A new film meant publicity work, promotions, premieres and opening my legs for those men willing to pay a great deal to bed a star. The director got to fuck me, as did one or two of the wealthy backers of the film. The leading male star - if he wasen't gay - sometimes demanded a blow job or full service.

In the last year before I met my husband, my rising fame resulted in Leung receiving even more requests for me to be a 'dining partner' - a euphanism for bedding me.

"I could fix you up every night," he told me.

But that would have defeated the object. There were plenty of young wannabe actresses and models who he used to satisfy the many men who sought satisfaction. 

In the last year before I met my husband, my rising fame resulted in Leung receiving even more requests for me to be a 'dining partner' - a euphanism for bedding me. "I could fix you up every night," he told me. But that would have defeated the object. There were plenty of young wannabe actresses and models who he used to satisfy the many men who sought satisfaction. 

The grade A actresses were reserved for those he really wanted to cultivate and please. And that included top criminals - triad bosses. Those violent men who ran the racketeering in Hong Kong - gambling, drugs, vice. Mak ting-wai was a notorious head of the 14K gang. He'd basically murdered his way to the top. Bald headed and tatooed, he ruled through fear and a small army of thugs who controlled his businesses.

I knew a very well known older actress who'd been fucked by him and ended up in hospital because of the treatment she'd received. She'd was not the only one. He got his kicks out of hurting women. Leung was not keen on giving his top women to Leung but he needed his muscle to enforce some of deals. My mother was concerned when she heard about what was planned. I'd just got over my abortion and now I had to service this monster. 

"Mak is a mad man," mother protested to Leung. "He made a mess of Jenny Pang. And Tammy Ma. He's an animal." 

"I've told him to go easy because Stella has a busy schedule ahead of her."

Our arguments had no effect on Leung. He couldn't care less about my ass when a big money deal was at stake. A few days later a car took me to his compound in the New Territories.

By now, I'd been with more than 50 men in about 18 months, but no one like Mak. His home was outside a villlage with high walls topped by razor wire. We drove through electronic gates that closed behind us into the compound which contained a large three storey house.

There were a number of Mak's men standing around the compound and there were whistles as I got out of the car, the hem of the tight skirt rearing up to show my thighs off. There was laughter as I walked to the door. I just looked straight ahead through my sun glasses. I entered a large foyer and there was Mak. I'd seen his photos in the papers. He was a short but powerfully built bull of a man, shaven headed and mean looking. He grinned showing several gold teeth.

"Sui Mei. Greetings," he said.

Four of his henchmen surveyed me, leering.

"Don't worry little chicken," said Mak. "These boys would all very much like to fuck you but I promised Leung it would only be me."

He walked over and squeezed my bust, his glistening face only an inch or so from mine. "Great tits," he smiled. 

"Now the boys can't fuck you but I told them you'd do a little strip so they could see what they'll be missing. I looked at him, mouth dry.

"Please, no," I said.

"Yes, little chicken. Show them your tits and cunt." 

I glanced at the leering men. There was laughter.

"Do it," ordered Mak. "Strip."

I had no choice and was frightened. While the men made crude comments I unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged out of it. Then unzipped the skirt and pushed it down, letting it slide to my feet. I was in my bra, suspender belt, panties and stockings. I felt by skin crawl under the gaze of the thugs as I reached behind my head to unhook the bra, then slid it off my shoulders to whistles. Bare breasted I bent over to undo my suspenders from the stockings and roll them off. Finally I stepped out of the belt and panties.

I looked at the hungry faces of the thugs and shuddered. I was sweating as Mak slowly ran his hands over my crotch and belly before cupping my breasts. 

"One of the best pair's you'll see boys" he said to his men as he weighed a breast in his hand. " Sorry I can't hand her over after I've finished but you'll get that American piece who's arriving later from LA. Blond and 38 inch tits. I paid a good price for her so make sure she knows what's expected and learns some manners before we put her to work." 

He looked at me. 

"Pity I don't run your cunt because I'd make sure you made a great deal of money for me. Leung let's his top women sit on their asses too much. Don't believe Jenny Pang and Tammy Ma had a proper fucking before I did it to them. Not used to getting a real prick up them. Right I need a good suck and fuck. You won't forget this night, little chicken."

He was right. The bastard gave me the most painful fucking I'd ever endured. In the bedroom, he pulled off his clothes, revealing a stocky body covered from head to foot in triad tattoos, with a dragon etched on his back from neck to buttocks. Even his large penis had been adorned, which must have been very painful.

"Like the picture show, eh" he laughed.

Kneeling I had to lick his ass and suck his balls, then the blue coloured erection. He had about the biggest cock of a Chinese man I'd seen. 

"I started out training bitches like you,' he said as I sucked. "Got 'em used to taking up to 30 men a day in a Mongkok brothel. They did as they were told or I gave them a good hiding. Then I ran some high class pussy, foreigners too. One or two tried to step out of line and got the same. Made sure they worked, even during their bleeding. More tongue. Good. You've done a bit of sucking. I can tell."

I worked on the bastard as he talked about his time pimping before he moved up the triad ladder.

"The 14K runs thousands of women, from the top cunt to the streets. All pay their percentage to us after each fuck. Big business. Drugs make more but pussy is a big part of our profits."

I kept working on him until he finally came to climax. I felt the tremor and then with a grunt and swearing he unloaded a big gout of hot, bitter crud into my mouth, most of which went down my throat as I continued to suck it out of him, knowing better than to pull away. 

"Good, good," he said.

I washed my face and gargled in the bathroom before coming back to join him on the massive circular bed with a mirror in the ceiling.

"Suppose you heard about that Candy Lau that my boys took care of a year or so back" he said referring to an actress who had been kidnapped and raped. " She tried to walk out on a movie we'd financed. Wouldn't do a topless scene.Needed a lesson and got it. Bet you've seen the video of her being given a good fucking by a few of my guys."

"I've never allowed any of my skirt to walk away from anything. A few have tried it and have suffered for it. Made them watch the man getting his balls beaten to pulp and then put 'em on free offer for a few days in one of the cheap brothels serving queues of men. That's included some of the expensive foreign skirt. Served as a good lesson to the others."

I was very scared as he cupped a breast, played with it and then squeezed the nipple between two fingers, increasing the pressure.

"No, please," I whimpered as it really became painful. He grinned.

"Tits are always the most sensitive. I got a lot of other ways of hurting without leaving marks." he said. 

He let go and I cradled the pulsing nipple. I was alone and vulnerable with this sadist.

"Right. it's fuck time," growled.

He spared me nothing. I'd been taken many times by now but not like this. His aim was to cause pain and he succeeded. Mak buried his head in my breasts and bit down on the already crushed nipple. 

I screamed and bucked under him as he did the same to the other. Pulling my legs wide apart, he roughly forced himself into me and began to thrust with his rock hard cock. 

"Like that eh, little chicken. A real man at last."

He thumped down on me, crushing the breath out of me. I screamed again as he put all his power into the strokes, going as high as he could. I was lubricated but it hurt a lot. I was being bruised from the aggressive fucking and he was getting off on hurting me. I'd never been treated like this before and was terrified. He could kill me using this force. My screams and cries only seemed to encourage him.

"This is what a bitch like you needs. Too used to a soft life with rich sissies. A whore is a whore and should be treated like one," he grunted.

t went on for an eternity but at last he came, the final thrusts slamming into me as I fought to get air into my lungs as he shot a flood of sperm into my womb. He rolled off and I lay gasping, breasts heaving, sweat pouring off me, totally shattered. He slapped me hard on the buttocks as sprawled on the sodden sheets.

"That's just for starters," he laughed.

Throughout that night I suffered hell. My vagina was already sore and gaping open, running with juices and blood. He next turned to my ass, shoving a finger into my anus.

"I always enjoy going up the back most of all," he said. "Whores charge more for that because it's harder and ruins them for the other clients. When you break-in a woman for a brothel you do that to her first because it's the most degrading and makes her cooperative."

He made me lie over the side of the bed to be sodomised. Others had done it but not like this. I screamed in agony as he ripped up my backside with a violent attack. It felt as if my insides were being banged out. I'd been fucked like this before and it had hurt but not with such force. I was pleading and crying as he again and again went as high as he could. Sheer agony. I just dug my nails into the mattress and prayed for it to end. I'd never hurt like this. He showed no compassion, jeering at my protests and pleading.

"You need a few weeks in one of our knocking shops. Wouldn't complain then." 

He was insatiable and by the morning I was aching from head to toe, big livid bruises on my thighs, nipples painfully oozing from his knawing teeth. I was bleeding from both holes and still he wanted more. He took me again for the last time as I gritted my teeth while he ploughed my violated slit. He'd set out to hurt me and he'd succeeded. Apparently, with Jenny Pang he'd gone further and given her a beating to finish with because he enjoyed seeing a woman hurting and begging for mercy, but this time he knew that Leung didn't want me too badly damaged. It was bad enough. I felt like a punch bag after he came inside me again.

"Well, that was just a little taste of what a whore should get," said Mak, looking at me as I sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, shafts of pain stabbing into me if I moved. "I've got an agreement with Leung so I won't finish the job on you. Perhaps we'll have the chance to meet again when my boys will have the chance to get to know you better. Bet you won't be able to wear a bra for a few days with those nipples."

I dragged myself into the bathroom and pulled a bath, lying in it for a long time, wincing as the soapy water stung raw and sensitive places. It took me a week to fully recover and I never wanted to repeat the experience. Compared with some poor women I'd apparently got off lightly but that was no comfort. I referred to Mak because I realized I was now in a position where I could again come into contact with men such as him. McLaren and Weeks would not be pleasant and I imagined there were others who wanted to abuse me. While I was in their power anything could happen. Little did I know that arrangements had already been made.




Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 04



To be continued



Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 05



The papers came out with shots of me from the news conference in the tight mini-dress, together with salacious articles. Leung had leaked enough information to stoke up excitement and I could only imagine the reaction when the Penthouse edition was published. For the next week I had to entertain men brought to the mansion. An afternoon or overnight session. Two a day. It was the first time I'd ever done sustained whoring, and it was tiring. A mix of Chinese and foreigners. I went though the motions with most. But one was a real stallion, a fair haired German who was a business contact of Leung. 

In his late 30s he was very handsome and had a massive cock. He gave magnificent oral and I came on his face before the gave me the best screwing I'd received for a long time during a steamy night, as I orgasmed repeatedly. The men who came all had some business connection with Leung, and included a number who told me they'd fanaticized over me when I was Miss Hong Kong and an actress. In those days they'd have been too far down the chain to enjoy me but I was 41 now and much more available. In that first week I took nearly 20 men. In between I talked most days to my children in England, wondering how long I could keep all this from them. 

In the harsh light of day and without make-up I was aware that I looked older in the morning, particularly after a night being banged. I dreaded the threesome with McLaren and Weeks, knowing they'd give me a humiliating time. The day before the photo shoot was taken up with getting me ready. A facial, body oil massage, hair restyled, eye brows plucked, any body hair removed. Seeing the costumes I'd wear. A mini cheongsam that I could hardly get into, white corset, skin tight black skirt, provocative lingerie, six inch red stilettos. I'd stepped over the line during the past week, becoming a cock sucking prostitute. 

Now I was to show myself off publicly like never before. I'd always refused to do nude work in the past. Leung had gone along with this because they wanted me to have a sexy but not too naughty image for my films. Now it was different. They wanted me as a wanton slut in contrast to my previous image. 

The Penthouse shoot was in my bedroom and in other parts of the mansion, including the garden. The photographer was a bearded American, Brad, who had done many of the centerfolds. Leung, Peters, McLaren and Weeks turned had turned up. Cindy was also there to chivvy me along. The first shots were of me posing in a white corset, panties and stockings which would be used for the front cover. I was heavily made up with red wet-look lipstick and really looked the whore as I stood legs astride, knelt or bent over with the heavily wired half cup bodice thrusting out my breasts. 

I'd done plenty of modeling and knew how to show myself off. I saw McLaren and Weeks leering and sniggering, aware of what lay ahead that evening. It was a long day under the hot lights, constantly having my make up retouched and hair brushed and changing costumes. I had to pose for graphic shots that showed my pussy and backside from various angles. Tease pictures standing bare breasted in the very tight black skirt, and then pulling it up slowly to show I was wearing no panties. In the cheongsam I sat on the stairs, with the studs holding the bodice undone to expose a breast, while my legs were wide apart with the slits of the dress pulled apart to show my cunt. It was not subtle. 

I also did fully nude ones for the centrefold, sprawled on the bed or floor, or kneeling with buttocks high in the air and legs apart on reveal my pussy. Every inch of me was captured by the camera and of course the pictures would be air brushed to make me look even better. The shoot was also filmed for a CD. During a break, Weeks and McLaren approached me while I sipped a drink in my robe.

"Great show, Stella You sure still got the body," said McLaren, "Kept your tits nice and firm." "You been the talk of the town, Stella. Guys can't wait to see this centre fold and the movie. Hear you've been a busy girl at the mansion. Going to get a lot busier tonight." 

He reached out to pat my buttocks. I didn't say anything, not disguising my dislike.

"You won't be so frigid when I have my cock up your arse," grinned.

I was tired when the shoot ended.

"Excellent, Stella," smiled Peters. "The edition will sell out. We're printing extra editions." 

I felt tired but there was to be little rest for me that night. Cindy had me up to my room to wash off the sweat and prepare for the two bastards. 

"I know you don't like them but it won't be the first time you've been fucked by men you don't like," said Cindy, as I sulkily did my face. "Peters tells me they are big backers of your films and he wants them kept happy."

"They're fucking bastards," I replied.

"Most men are. Now you should know by now that the best way to deal with cunts like that is to please them. Getting them pissed off will only make it harder. You've got to play the slut. Surprise them by taking the initiative. Pretend like you have with others. You are an actress."

The bitch was right, however much I didn't want to take her advice. To get these men angry could mean them causing me pain - and no one was going to stop them however much I screamed.

So when they were ushered into the bedroom by Cindy I was standing on my high heels in a see-through silk negligee and stockings - no bra or panties, hands on hips, legs apart. My face was heavily painted, with my mouth a thick red slash of wet lipstick and my cheeks bright with rouge.

"Gentlemen, Cindy is ready for you," said Cindy, giving me a wink as she left.

I ran my tongue along my lips.

"Is this what you've been waiting for all these years?" I asked and gave them an inviting smile. 

McLaren whistled.

"Well, well what I've always thought. A real whore when no one is looking," he laughed/

They came to me, pulling off the negligee.

McLaren grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Best rack in Hongkong. Not let them get droopy," 

Each kissed me in turn, their hands roughly groping my body. I hated them both but returned the kisses with their tongues inside my mouth. Weeks was behind me and shoved a finger into my anus, going deep.

"Wanted to do that for a long time," he laughed.

McLaren had his hand between my legs and hooked two fingers up into my vagina to play me.

"Nice and wet for us, eh." 

I'd applied plenty of lubricant as usual. These two would not make me naturally wet. "OK. 

On your knees," ordered MacLaren. "Suck me while Graham fucks you up your tight arse."

I obeyed as they pulled off their clothes quickly. McLaren had a thick, stubby cock which I washed before going down on him.

"Good. Experienced cock sucker here," he laughed as I started on his balls.

Behind me, Weeks was spreading my buttocks. I was glad to see he only had a thin short cock. I felt it against my checks and then with a grunt he forced it in. Compared with a number of gwielos I'd experienced he was small. He began to thrust as I held McLaren's cock and moved my tongue up and down it before taking him into my mouth. 

"Your husband was a champion cock sucker and so is his wife," laughed McLaren. 

I felt like biting down on him but continued sucking. There was dirty talk and obscenities as they took their pleasure. Weeks was the first to come. It didn't take long for him to be begin grunting as he held my hips from behind and then shouting out as he unloaded his sperm into my rear passage. 

"That was quick, Graham," laughed McLaren. "Going to have to give her better than that."

But he himself was excited and as I increased the friction on his shaft and head he dug his fingers into my hair and orgasmed. I swallowed as he pumped out his crud, then pulled away.

"Shit, you can do a great blow job. Lots of practice, eh."

i went to wash and then had to join them on the bed. They both pawed as they regained their erections. 

"So not the cold cow you make out to be eh," said McLaren, toying with my breast while Weeks had his fingers inside me. "Hot little bitch,' added Weeks.

I hated their hands on me but didn't show my disgust.

"Always liked gwielo cock eh," said McLaren. "Heard you got half a million for your virginity when you were Miss Hongkong. Is that right." 

"I didn't come that cheap," I replied. 

They laughed.

"Only the big money boys got into your panties then. Bit different now. You're going to get a lot more cock," said Weeks.

They were deliberately insulting but I had to take it.

"Suppose you've heard Mandy Tse has been gang banged. Quite a few times now. Bet old Leung has some of that planned for you."

I didn't reply. He had hit a nerve.

"Fancy that eh? Like the Cathay bitch the other week." 

"That's not in my deal," I said.

"You'd be surprised what's in your deal, darling. There's a load of guys waiting out there to do what we're doing."

Next they gave me a sandwich. It my first time with two men and being crushed between these two was not pleasant. McLaren went into my ass and he was much bigger than Weeks, making me cry out as he forced his way into my anus. 

"Bet you've had plenty up there," he laughed. 

Weeks penetrated me from the front and they both began grunting. I found it hard to breath as they both thrust hard, making me gasp. Weeks had his face in my breasts and sucked my nipples, making me squeal when he bit into one in his excitement. 

"Don't mess up her tits, Graham," grunted McLaren.

Once again it was the short cock Weeks who came first, while McLaren pounded me much longer, driving himself painfully deep inside me before shooting his load.

I thought the night would never end. There was only brief sleep before I was required to service them again. Both wanted sucking alternatively as they lay on the bed, before McLaren gave me the hardest fucking of the night while his partner watched. He'd come twice so he took a long time to achieve his release. He put everything in it and he was a big man. As I said, I had come with a few men but this was just a fucking administered by a man who wanted to show me how he treated as prostitute. I bore it through gritted teeth until he finally exploded with several savage thrusts.

Weeks was so excited by watching that he thankfully dropped his load quickly as my pussy was sore after McLaren. I played the whore and that probably saved me from some serious punishment but these were unpleasant men who could turn violent. They'd been surprised at my response and I'd even simulated a couple of orgasms. 

"You were wasted on that wanker of a husband," said McLaren as they left in the morning. "You could have made a fortune by now if you'd kept working on your back. Still a lot of dollars to be earned between your legs." 

I felt dirty and cheap, trying to wash off their filth in the bath. I'd humiliated myself with pigs like a 100 percent brass bottomed prostitute to protect myself and it would leave its mark on me.

I remained at the house in the run-up to making the first film. I'd been given a script and it was pure porn. My character was a business woman traveling abroad who was kidnapped, gang raped and forced into working in an up market brothel. It was a mere vehicle for me to be in numerous sex scenes and nude. A cheap exploitation movie. Meanwhile, I continued to whore for real. There were several more parties which featured gang bangs. I was the 'main prize' for the man with the winning envelope. At other times, men came to the mansion to fuck me. It became routine and rather monotonous, with my children's phone calls providing the only bright points. 

They were still unaware of what I was doing but the Penthouse edition was due out in a month and that could not be kept secret, even though they were in England. Their holidays were also coming up soon when they'd be visiting Hongkong. I face problems as they could not fail to learn their mother was a whore. 

To be continued...