0 comments/ 45103 views/ 15 favorites Isabelle Over Her Head By: NonGenericBrand "What am I suppose to do when you're gone?" her short tone spoke louder than the actual words she was saying. She was frustrated that Michael had to leave for business on such short notice. He couldn't help but think that even when she was angry, she was still sexy as hell. Isabelle was of Italian decent; her skin was smooth (although this probably had more to do with the fact that she was 25 than her Italian lineage), her legs were long and she had beautiful eyes. She had gained 8 or 10 pounds lately because of her new desk job but she wore it well for her height. She 5'5" and had some curve to her now -- it was glorious. "I don't know. Have dinner with friends? Work on some projects?" Michael retorted. "I don't mean to occupy my free time! I mean sexually. You're going to be gone for 11 fucking days!" Now she started to look angrier. Speaking the words out loud made her realize even more how cock-depraved she would have to be. Michael stopped packing for a moment and smiled at her, trying to keep the situation as light as possible. He had been offered a photography project but it was a big job it meant leaving her alone for a bit. "We have an open relationship." He finally replied, "I'm going to be too busy to fuck probably, but you should take advantage of the fact." He winked at her and turned to pack again. Isabelle hesitated for a moment -- he had a point. She did love HIS cock though. It was the biggest she had ever fucked and she had become addicted to it over the past year. She loved worshipping it until he came on her face, feeling it stretch the walls of her pussy; she even loved feeling it tearing her asshole up. She measured it once: just less than 8 inches long and over 5 inches around. "Sex with other guys is boring..." she pouted. Michael turned to her once again and kissed her. "Then find some guys who aren't boring, baby. Go wild!" He laughed a bit and zipped up his luggage. "Oh, and try to at least get some photos for me." She wasn't entirely sure if he was serious but it seemed quite possible. They had, after all, gone to a sex party, had multiple threesomes, and Isabelle was subjected to a very hot gangbang only a month ago. They often spoke about all the hot things they would soon do: Visit the gloryholes, make a movie, fucking on stage in a porn theatre, outdoor bondage and more. She suspected that they may actually never do some of them but she loved to fantasize about them in the morning when Michael was at work and she was slow to get up. She would often finger fuck her asshole while she used a vibrator on her clit obsessing over the fantasies, in fact. "Well," she thought for a moment longer. "I guess that's true. Now that I have an empty house I can do anything I want! Maybe I'll have another gangbang when you're gone. Or find a guy with a cock bigger than yours! Or fulfill some fantasies you and I talk about WITHOUT you." She was trying to make him jealous and he knew it. "I'd love to see that." He chuckled to himself. He looked at her and she was tying back her long black hair. He could see in her eyes that she was not impressed with the last comment. He had to leave soon and he hated leaving when things weren't good between them. "I mean it; I would love to see it. Take photos!" It was a good cover attempt but she didn't buy it. She had taken the comment far too personally -- the recent weight gain had made her self-conscious. "OK. Have a good trip. I love you!" She was better at covering up than him. Michael thought he had actually dodged a bullet. He kissed her and headed for the door. "Bye baby! I love you too! I will see you soon!!" Isabelle couldn't believe it. He actually thought she wasn't sexy enough to do all that. Or maybe he thought she didn't have the ambition or the sex drive. Or maybe he just thought she was lazy or afraid to go out and act single. Her head was spinning with 'maybes'. "Fucker..." she mumbled to herself. She would show him. He always called her a slut or a whore or sex slave or any other number of terms. He loved reminding her how naughty she was. She decided it was time to remind HIM how naughty she was. She sat down on the computer and created a new ad on craigslist. The title was simple enough: 'Horny, Recently Single and Very Kinky!' The posting followed as such: Hey guys! I am very recently single and looking to release some tension. My boyfriend stopped paying attention to me in the end so I need to be reminded what a good fuck feels like! I'm not looking for dinner and dates -- just good cock. My stats: 5'5", average body, long black hair, tan, 36C tits, shaved and I have no apparent gag-reflex. You: Between 20 and 40, Fit, Kinky with some original ideas. Big cocks and kinky ideas to the top of my reply list! Give me a reason to choose you and include a RECENT pic!! She added 2 photos that Michael had taken of her in her black lingerie. The photos were the same that they had used for the gangbang ad so her face was mostly blacked out. She admitted to herself there were some exaggerations in the ad but it would help attract the kinky ones and weed out the boring guys. If she wanted a boring guy she would go to a bar. Only 2 hours after posting she had received over 40 replies. She took the time to open each one. If it was less than 2 sentences it was deleted. If it had no picture, it was deleted. This left only about 10 replies. After deleting the unattractive guys and the 2 who were over her age boundaries she was left with a disappointing 2 acceptable replies. The first guy was tall, middle-eastern in decent and dark handsome features. He claimed he knew how to use his cock and that he would make her cum over and over again. One problem, his cock was definitely less than 6 inches. Deleted. She opened the last remaining reply. Hs name was Derrick. He claimed that he operated a porn website for a living so 'vanilla sex' didn't exist in his life. He claimed a regular round of sex involved slapping, anal sex, throat fucking, dirty talk, 69ing, and a facial. At the bottom of his lists of regular sexual practices he added, "But I can get regular sex anywhere. Let me know if you want to do something wild." She always read into signs and she figured that HAD to be one. She scrolled down further and her jaw nearly dropped. He was 6 feet tall with dark brown hair. He was in pretty good shape with broad shoulders and trimmed cheat hair and he had a devious smile. What really caught her attention though was the massive cock hanging between his legs. "You run a porn site? Looks like you star in porn!" she said aloud. She quickly sent him a reply with more photos. She made it clear that she was available and that he wouldn't be bored with her. She put on her usual over-confident act. "I'll blow you fucking mind." Was how she ended the reply to his e-mail. She had to leave for work even though she wanted to stare at the photo and cum. It would have to wait! As always, the used car dealership she worked for was dead and she sat at her desk wet for at least 5 hours of her 8 hours shift wet from the e-mails they exchanged. His manner of e-mail was arousing and he easily encouraged her to admit all of her fantasies. She told him past experiences and he trumped all of hers with his own stories. She felt challenged and she felt the need to impress him. Her final e-mail of the day was, "I have the next 3 days off. Which day will you make me your whore?" His reply was simple and only two lines: "We will start tonight at 10:00 - You may want to have a couple drinks first. -Derrick" He left his phone number for her as well. Isabelle wrote it down and pocketed it. She spent the 30 minute commute home contemplating whether or not to call him. It wasn't until she got home and sat down that she started thinking of things other than Derrick's monstrous cock. She remembered Michael's doubt that she would take advantage of the open relationship. All those feelings flooded back and she knew at that moment how she would spend at least the first 3 days of her time alone. After her first drink she called Derrick and they chatted easily. His voice and his bluntness made her wet. "I'm glad you decided to call. So you've decided to learn a few things?" She sipped from her drink and tried to act as cool as possible when she spoke back to him. "I'll give you a shot even though I think you're all talk." They bantered back and forth a bit before Derrick gave her his address. "Try not to be late." Isabelle finished her second drink as she dressed herself. She needed to impress him -- he probably fucked porn models on a regular basis so she needed to be as sexy as possible. She decided to go full out and wear her black lingerie. It consisted of thigh-high, nylon stockings, a garter belt to keep those stocking up high, and a tight, black corset that she had some trouble tying up in the back. She skipped panties altogether. Wearing this alone made her feel sexy and slutty and she knew it was the right idea. She slipped on a red skirt that clung half-way down her thighs, classy black heels, and a black top just large enough to hide what she was wearing below. Isabelle relaxed for a moment and stared at his pictures while she finished one final glass of wine. Three drinks were always enough to get her spinning and when she was like that; she was prone to do almost anything. She had drinks before she let Michael fuck her ass; she had drinks before her gangbang. The more she thought of it, she had more fun when she drank and she knew that tonight would be no exception. --- She arrived at the address that Derrick gave her at 10:05. It was a small building and on the outside it said, 'Cyclone Studios'. She had expected his home but it was obvious this was where he made his films and produced his site. A woman was still working at the front desk and she met Isabelle with a smile. She quickly took Isabelle to Derrick's office and allowed her in. Derrick got up to meet Isabelle as she closed the door behind her with a smile on his face. She smiled back and took a step towards him. "Hi, Derri-" She was interrupted when he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against a wall. He pushed his mouth against hers and for a moment she was paralyzed with shock. But he was good at kissing and she came to her senses and kissed back. She admitted to herself that she was there for just that, so why be shocked? The adrenaline and the power of it made her pussy tingle. "You look awesome!" he said as he broke away from her for a moment. "Well, other than the shirt, of course. You won't need that." Isabelle put up no fight as he removed it over her head. Despite the glasses of wine she was beginning to wonder though, if she was in over her head. His hands began running along her body and his fingers slipped into her corset where they could. Her nipples grew hard at the light attention they were getting and her doubts began to melt. "You don't waste any time, do you, Mr. Derrick?" She asked as sexily as possible. "Not on whores." He looked her in the eyes when he said this and then he undid the zipper on the side of her skirt. She gasped as it fell to the floor and her natural reflex was to cover up. But Derrick grabbed her wrists and put them up next to her head as he took her body in through his eyes. "No underwear. You don't waste any time either, do you?" He smiled at her. His hands roughly pried her legs open wider so that he could run his hands along her smooth slit. She moaned slightly at his touch and her pussy reacted immediately. She could feel herself getting wetter as his fingers explored her soft, smooth lips. Derrick looked at her and spoke once again. "Your ex-boyfriend ignored this? What a fucking idiot!" Isabelle had almost forgotten the pretenses she was there under and did her best not to defend her current boyfriend. "Who cares about him, Derrick? I'm here with you now." She began sliding her hips back and forth slightly on his hands and moaning quietly. Her moaning grew increasingly louder very quickly when he slipped one of his thick fingers inside her. His thumb teased her clit while his middle finger fucked her quickly. "You are here with me now and I have a plan for you. You're going to get over that guy by fulfilling all of your wild fantasies." He pushed a second finger in her as he finished the sentence. "You'll start by sucking a 9 inch cock and begging for my cum all over your pretty little face." Her eyes widened at his confidence and her own excitement. "Yes. Yes, I want that. Ohhh, god I want to be so bad for you." He let her hands go and she fumbled to undo his belt, button and zipper as he continue fucking her with his fingers. When his pants were open he stopped her from dropping to her knees for a moment. He reached his hands inside the corset and lifted her tits free of it so they hung out on top. He slapped her tits once on each side and then looked at her. "Well, get on your fucking knees and see if you can impress me." She did as she was ordered. She was so wet just from doing what he said. This man was a complete stranger other than the e-mails they had shared and now she was reaching her hand in to his underwear because she wanted nothing more than to have her face fucked by his painfully large dick. She tried not to gasp when she wrapped her hand around it and freed it from its cotton prison. She could just touch her finger and thumb when her fist was wrapped around it and it looked so perfect -- exactly like the photo. It had 2 big veins on it and a beautiful head. His cock was thicker in the center than it was at the tip and her first thought was that it would just make it easier to get it inside her. Derrick put his hands into her hair and tangles his fingers through it. Isabelle kissed the side of his cock gently and it pulsed in her hands. The fucking cock was still growing! She licked the tip of his cock and looked at Derrick in the eyes as she kissed it again and again. She began licking it from the bottom upwards with a slobbery tongue, following her tongue closely with her expert hand. Her other hand found its way to his big balls and she cupped them gently as she first took the cock into her mouth. She knew she couldn't waste time -- he didn't seem like the type who enjoyed being teased. She slid the cock 4 inches into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it for a minute. She withdrew the cock and spat on it then began slapping her cheeks with it. She thought of all the porn she had watched and tried to do everything better. "Mmm, yeah... It tastes so fucking good. You want it back in my mouth?" She looked up at him with her big eyes, stuck out her tongue and slapped his dick on it repeatedly. He gave her a quick but definite answer. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed his hips forward and began feeding her the cock. "Of course I want it in your fucking mouth! But only to start because in a minute it will be in your fucking throat, bitch!" Her eyes watered as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her gag reflex was difficult trigger but he was doing it. She coughed and choked and gasped every time he withdrew his cock but she never quit. She kept grabbing it and putting it back in her mouth and her kept shoving it deeper. Finally, he grabbed her head hard and pushed his cock in with force. "Take it all now, bitch! Like you told me you love doing earlier today! Eat your fucking words now!" She couldn't breathe at all and her hands grasped at his ass and back in a panic as he slipped all 9 fat inches in her. She felt his balls rest on her chin and heard him moaning in pure ecstasy. If she hadn't been terrified of choking to death she would have been proud. When he released her she cough and dropped to her hands and knees. She couldn't even speak to tell him to take it easy. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her face next to his. "I didn't tell you to stop and you said you're my whore. That means you do what I say!" He pushed his cock back in her throat, but this time it slipped in easier. He could feel her esophagus massaging his hard dick and her muffled moans and gasps as he began pushing deeper made him hornier. He was close to cumming now. He pulled out and let Isabelle drop to the floor gasping for oxygen once again. He removed his pants entirely and sat down on the couch he had in his office. "Crawl over here and finish what you started." This was his test. She was either his now or she would tell him to fuck off. Isabelle looked at him with watery eyes and breathed deeply. She slowly crawled towards him. Michael raised his legs up and started stroking his cock with one hand. "Good girl." He smiled at her. "Lick my asshole until I'm about to cum." Generally Isabelle hated this but when she was horny enough she would do anything. She sucked on his balls for a moment and then began licking downward. Her tongue found his hot asshole and she put her hands on either side of his hips as she began licking him quickly. She was incredibly wet from the throat fucking and now from staring at these big balls in her face as she licked his asshole like a dirty skank. She pushed her tongue with more force and his moans re-assured her she was doing a phenomenal job. She tongue-fucked his asshole as he moaned and squirmed and jerked his massive cock off right in front of her. Suddenly he stopped and grabbed her roughly by the hair. He dropped his legs on either side of her and pointed his cock at her lips. "Beg for my cum, slut!" His request made her feel like she was in the gangbang again. "Mmm give me your cum, Derrick! I want it in my mouth and on my face! Ohhh!" she jerked his cock off 3 inches from her face. "Yes baby! I need your hot cum! GIVE IT TO ME! Fucking cum on my face, you bastard!!" She looked him in his eyes the entire time and this was all he needed. Isabelle got exactly what she asked for. His cum exploded out of his cock and hit her on the nose. She moved her face a bit and aimed to get more in her mouth with little success. His cum covered her nose, left eye, forehead, cheek, lips and chin. He pushed his dick in her mouth gently and let her suck it clean. When he was done with her his body relaxed. She looked at him, his cum still sliding down her face and asked, "But I wanted it in my pussy..." she looked disappointed. He smiled as he handed her tissues. "Baby, I just filmed this. Your emails earlier clearly stated you wanted to make a movie. Whether you know it or not, that is binding. Now, I can post this online or you can do everything I tell you to for the next 3 days. Trust me, you'll get this cock." Isabelle was in total shock. She wanted to act like a whore, not BE one. She was furious and terrified and above all else, soaking wet. She looked at Derrick with her beautiful eyes. "You don't need to blackmail me. I won't be on your site but for the next 3 days, you'll think I was your number one porn star." Isabelle Over Her Head Ch. 02 Isabelle had told Michael she was an insatiable whore. She had admitted to him the things she loved and fantasized about: being watched, porn, rough sex, face-fucking, humiliation, dirty-talk, anal sex, gangbangs, gloryholes, prostitution role-play and rape role-play. While many of her fantasies had already been fulfilled, she still had some unfulfilled. Michael read her clearly and in fucking her throat brutally and cumming on her face he broke her in, so to speak. He knew she would go through with the things she said. The first night they met he came three times. The first was all over her face. The second time was in her pussy. He wasn't sure he would take her a third round until she began screaming for him to fuck her harder. His cock was 9 inches long and almost 6 inches around. As far as fucking went, she should have been begging him to be gentle. Not Isabelle, though. Isabelle was built to take cock and she had an addiction for big ones. She loved how it hurt when they pushed too far and how she thought they would literally rip her open. But he wanted to see her squirm and gasp and beg him to be gentle and he didn't get that satisfaction when he abused her young cunt. So somewhere around 3AM they had finished 3 drinks together in his studio. On top of the 3 she had between 9 and 10 that night she was undoubtedly drunk. Her hands began running along his limp cock and she slid from the couch back to her familiar position on her knees in front of him. She began to bring his cock back to life with her expert tongue and lips. "You insatiable, whore. You sure you want to go down this road? There is only 1 hole left on your body I have any interest in now." She took his half hard cock all the way in her mouth and attempted to lick his balls while doing so, drool poured from her mouth and on him as she managed to mumble out, "mmmhmmm". In no time she found herself on her knees on the couch, her head on the low arm rest. His well lubricated fingers were making their way easily in and out of her asshole. He pushed in a third to prepare her well. He didn't want neighbors thinking he was murdering someone when he finally took her ass. Michael spent 5 minutes toying with her asshole, 30 seconds lecturing her on how her tight hole would never be the same and 15 minutes making her scream. Isabelle had never felt so full in her life and she had successfully received double penetration in the past. She didn't even enjoy it for the first 5 minutes, she managed to relax in the middle and by the end she was telling him to spank her. She was demanding he fuck her hard and abuse her and remind her what a whore she really is. When Michael was done with her he called her a taxi and told her to be check her email when she woke up. She woke up giddy and incredibly sore at noon. The soreness in her head was from the drinks and the soreness in her pussy, ass, throat and jaw were obviously from the abuse she took. Still, she had to return. Everything seemed like a good idea when she was drunk but now the very real possibility of her internet debut hung over her head and she couldn't have that. She checked her e-mail and followed the instructions. She showered and had a light breakfast and relaxed until 5:00. He had told her to meet him on one of the busier streets in town. She knew the area pretty well as she passed it on her commute to work. So at 4:30 she got on a bus as instructed. She wore a skirt, flat shoes and a tight shirt. She was told to forget the bra and underwear so she was sure to cross her arms and legs on the bus ride there. Michael was waiting for her at her stop with a smile. "OK, Isabelle. We can fulfill so many of your fantasies right here!" She looked around. "Right here? At a bus stop? Listen, I know I told you I'm an exhibitionist but I'm not fucking you at a bus stop in day light." Michael laughed and grabbed her should and spun her around. He pointed at a glowing sign that read, 'Peep Shows'. She was confused. "I like porn stores but what the fuck is a Peep Show?" He smiled again as if she were so naive. "Peep shows, my dear, are code word for gloryholes 99% of the time. These ones are particularly good. This is my store and I have some friends who would love to watch you work my cock." She was stunned. She never thought she was ACTUALLY visit a gloryhole -- she just loved the thought of it. How dirty she would feel playing with her pussy as some perverted stranger watched through a small hole. How maybe she would suck on a big fat dick while others watched and wished. And now her chance was upon her and she didn't feel ready. Michael sensed this and he assured her, "Listen, just do what comes naturally to whores like you." He led the way into the store. He waved to the person at the front desk and they opened a door that lead to the back. It was dark and smelled of sex. Isabelle grabbed his shirt so she wouldn't lose him in the darkness. He knew the place well and he politely opened a door for her. "OK, this is your booth. Find something nice to watch. I'll take the booth on your right. Some of my friends are already here to watch. Oh, and don't worry. They all go through a lot of tests to make sure they're clean before I allow them in any of my films." On that note he slipped into his box. It suddenly occurred to Isabelle that his friends were amateur porn actors. She stepped into her dark box and locked the door behind her. It was small with just 2 walls, a screen and a door behind her. She pushed the glowing red button and the screen lit up. She flicked through the channels rather naturally until she found porn of a woman fucking someone rough-looking in front of another guy who was tied up and forced to watch. The woman's hands were tied behind her back and she obvious loved the rough pounding she was taking. She watched it and knew what she had to do. She decided to take advantage of the situation she was in. She reminded herself that this was her fantasy. "Oh fuck, Isabelle... What have you gotten yourself into?" she uttered under her breath before submitting to her fate. The focused on the woman on the screen and admired the cock that was now roughly making its way up her asshole. Seeing the woman squirm and scream and pull against her restraints began to make Isabelle wet. She hiked her skirt up a bit and widened her stance. She glanced at the hole on her right and could see movement on the other side of the hole. It was Michael waiting for the real show, obviously. She looked to her left and noticed movement on that side as well. She knew she was safe in her box and knowing that someone was already watching got her wetter. "You boys want a show?" She pulled down her shirt slowly and began fondling her own tits. She licked her left nipple as her other hand slipped under her skirt to begin teasing her aching pussy. After a few minutes of this she found herself very wet. She wished she had somewhere to rest so she could play with herself less awkwardly and looked around in futility. She finally decided to sit on the firty ground with her legs spread. She leaned against the door and looked up at the screen as she started fingering her pussy. She was bringing herself close to cumming when Michaels cock pushed through the side of her booth. Show time. She got on to her knees and took it in greedily. She thought to herself for a moment how she must have been really drunk last night -- his cock seemed bigger then. She smiled when she next thought that she must just be getting used to it already. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a hole in her door and she thought she saw movement there too. Used one hand to finger her wet slit as she worked this cock as expertly as possible. Michael's cock was already making her jaw sore but she was soon to get relief. After only a few minutes it started to throb and she could hear him moaning. She pulled her face back and left the tip in her wide open mouth. Him hot cum exploded all over the inside of her mouth and tongue and down the back of her mouth. She swallowed every last drop satisfied with herself. Only problem was that she was still horny. The cock withdrew itself from dark hole and she could see his tongue flick through the hole. She needed no more invitation then that. She stood up and dropper her skirt to the ground. She leaned over as far as she could and kept her legs nice and straight to ensure whoever was at the door was getting a good show. She gasped when the tongue first probed her asshole and began to sigh and coo as it worked her expertly. "Mmm fuck yeah, lick my asshole, you dirty bastard. Kiss it better for that brutal fucking you gave it last night!" 2 fingers pushed into her pussy and began to fuck her as the tongue continued pushing as deep as it could into her asshole. Isabelle was going to cum and she needed to brace herself. She lifted her head a bit higher and put her elbow on the wall in front of her. Her jaw dropped open and she began screaming to herself and she came. A cock pushed through the hole that she had inadvertently put her mouth up to. Her orgasm distracted her too much to give a shit and she simply closed her mouth on the invasive prick. She barely noticed that she was sucking on it until she was done cumming. Michael had stopped finger and tongue fucking her and she could feel his cock begin to push it's way into her cunt. She pushed her ass against the wall hard to encourage him and in only 3 thrusts he was as deep inside her as the booth would allow. "Oh!" She pulled the cock from her mouth and stroked it so she could speak. "OH! OH! OH! YESSS! Fuck me!! I'm your whore!!" It hadn't been her intention but this set the mystery man over the edge. His cock quickly pulsated in her hand and shot hot cum on her chin and her cheek. She took it back in her mouth and sucked on it until he voluntarily removed it. She was pounding back hard against the wall desperate for more of his cock when it dawned on her that she had just made him cum only 5 minutes before he was fucking her again. Was he that good or was this someone new? Another orgasm started rolling through her gently and suddenly she didn't give a fuck. It sure felt like Michael! She pushed her ass against the wall and let him do all the work. The booth shook as he fucked her with force and this time she nearly collapsed when the orgasm overtook her. She didn't even notice the cock stop thrusting as it sprayed cum deep in her belly. It quickly pulled out of her and she collapsed to the floor. "Fuck... Oh my God. Fuck me, this is too good." Isabelle was talking to herself again. A familiar voice spoke to her through the hole in the door. It was Michael's voice. "Well done, slut. Now open the door so you can take my cock." She got to her feet and opened the door with some confusion. It had occurred to her that maybe the cock that fucked her wasn't his and she knew now she was right. "That wasn't you fucking me." He looked at her straight-faced. "Baby, that wasn't me doing anything. I decided to be polite and let a couple guys ahead of me in line." He unzipped his pants and revealed his rock hard dick. The look on her face amused him. "So what you're good at." She couldn't do anything else now. She dropped to her knees once again and took him in her mouth. He knew she was warmed up already and he wasted no time. "Show the boys what you can REALLY do!" He emphasized this statement by choking her once again with his cock as he had the night before. She could hear voices around and now that her eyes were adjusted she could make out the shapes of at least 2 other guys. They were commenting on what a hot slut Michael had now and openly asking one another if anyone had worked with her before. Michael only wanted to give this blowjob show for a few minutes though. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her on the mouth. While doing so he slapped her ass hard. When he was done kissing her he told her, "You'll fuck me now in front of my friends. Show them how much cock you can fit. Don't disappoint me." "I'll take your whole fucking 9 inch cock inside me." Isabelle was confident. Michael lifted her by her hips and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. He aligned his big dick with her soaking wet pussy and lowered her on to it with ease until she was sitting on his balls. She felt smug. "Oh, I know you can take 9 inches. Any whore can do that." He now had her where he wanted her. "But 2 of my friends are 7 inches and one is a little larger than that." Isabelle looked panicked and even though the cock in her pussy was divine, she wasn't sure she could take a second. Not in this position. Not with someone whose face she'd never seen! Her mind was racing and as she opened her mouth to speak she felt a hot, lubricated cock begin to demand entry into her tight anal passage. "Wait! Wait! I don't think it will fit!" She was finally able to speak up but it was too late. The mysterious cock behind her spoke into her ear, "I think it will." His hands grabbed on to her just above where Michael's were and the man slowly pushed his cock inside her. Isabelle was in pain like she'd never experienced sexually but couldn't help but notice how wet she was also. Michael grabbed her by the face as she started to scream. "Don't fucking embarrass me, bitch!" She relaxed as much as she could. "OHHH MYYYY GOOOOODDD!!" She couldn't say anything else. The cock finally settled balls deep up her ass. "OH! God! OK! OOohhhh Ahhhh!! Ok... Ummm... Fuck!" She couldn't make any sense and that just made the men hornier. Michael spoke again, "Well, are we going to let her massage our cocks like this or should we fuck her?" This was followed immediately by the two of them raising her up 6 inches and lowering her. They ignored her screams. She was trying not to beg them to stop. She wanted to be good and she wanted to be that ultimate whore she had bragged she was but they were making it difficult. They lifted her again and dropped her more quickly. They begin to increase the rhythm of their thrusts and after a few minutes the man up her ass withdrew. She was thankful for the break despite the fact that she had been getting used to it. She felt a new set of hands grab hold of her roughly. A new man took over and although his cock was the same size, his had fresh lube on it and she actually enjoyed it as it entered her. "OHHH YES FUCK ME!" The two men laughed and began thrusting harder as Isabelle began to scream. She thought for a moment, 'if only he could see me now. His beautiful girlfriend impaled off the ground by two massive cocks in the sleezy back hallways of a porn store!!' the thought sent her into orgasm. Her screams were fanastic as she came. She begged for more and told them not to stop! "I NEED IT! I NEED COCK!! FUCK ME MORE!!" For over an hour she was used in the hallways on the gloryholes booths by Michael and 3 amateur porn actors. They took turns at some points and they alternated between her pussy, ass and mouth. Sometimes all 3 of her holes were filled and twice she found they were forcing 2 cocks into 1 hole. Once, two cocks pushed into her mouth and she loved it. But the second time she screamed in agony as a second cock stretched her pussy walls wider than she ever felt before. Michael admitted to her later that he didn't know them well but they all applied for jobs with him. After he had them tested he told them they had an "on camera" audition. Isabelle didn't even believe him until he showed her a video of her being fucked by a strangers cock in a dark booth while another came on her face. "Don't worry," he assured her. "It's just 1 more video for the vault to make sure you do what you're told. You wouldn't want hundreds of thousands of porn-hungry perverts thinking you're a filthy, glory-hole going, amateur gangbang prostitute, would you? That's what you looked like in that video to me." She was in deep now. Whatever he had planned for the second and third day was going to be extreme and she would have to do it without complaining. She checked the emails to see what was left for her fantasies and fetishes. "My god..." she gasped. The list was brutal albeit incredibly hot: Being tied up and blindfolded in a park while getting fucked. Prostitution role-play Rape role-play "Well," she thought, "He can't do all three in one day... I hope." That night she came thinking about it despite the abuse she took earlier. Michael was right, she was an insatiable whore.