2 comments/ 11516 views/ 4 favorites Lana in AC By: Loansum She looked in the mirror and thought that she had hit the look she wanted. Tonight she was going to Atlantic City with work friends and wanted to have a good time. She had thought about this trip for quite a while and today she was ready for fun. The bus had an open bar and she started off with her first cocktail as they pulled out for the 75 minute trip. Her red hair was nicely done as the red bangs framed her pretty face. Her lips had a nice shiny gloss. She loved the way the pencil shirt with the buttons in the back hugged her curves. The thin, light blouse was silky and smooth. It was obvious that she hadn't worn a bra. As she walked onto the bus and went back to her seat, the bus driver smiled as he checked out her ass in the rear view mirror. It was easy to tell that there wasn't a panty or thong line under that tight black skirt. Her black heeled boots fit the outfit and made the right impression. She felt good, looked sexy and so far she was getting some looks. There was lots of laughter and loud noise as the trip went on and more drinks were poured. Everyone was in a festive mood. Lana and her co-workers had looked forward to this trip. She was looking to hear some great music in the casino night clubs and drink all night long. Most of the others were more interested in the gaming tables or slot machines than the music or booze. But that was okay with her. She was going to have fun. When they arrived at the casino, the driver told them he would meet them at 2am for the ride home. The Taj Mahal was getting a bit old but still was big and gaudy and had a lot of action in the bars and clubs surrounding the gaming floor. Lana let the others wander off and she followed the sounds of the music to a bar just off the arcade section near the lobby. The group sounded good and the lead singer was a sexy woman who had a great voice. She sat down at the bar and ordered a Wild Turkey and Coke and sat there and enjoyed the moment. It was good to break loose and get away for a change and leave her husband home to take care of the child. Tonight she wasn't Mommy or a wife, she was a sexy young woman who looked good, She was here for the party. Some people were up dancing and her mind wandered to Paul, who she called Daddy. He was a guy she had a long term online relationship with and he always seemed to know what she needed and how she wanted to be treated. He dominated her and called her vile names that seemed to ignite her needs. He was originally from New Jersey but had moved up north of Boston years ago. She had asked him often if he would please come down sometime and see her. She knew it was wrong and that a married woman shouldn't want to see another man, but she needed what he could provide her. He brought out the slut in her and she loved being his baby girl. Just sitting there and thinking of him now was getting her wet. She felt her nipples getting aroused and hard as they rubbed against the silky blouse. She was on her second drink and thought how he had teased her that maybe he would come to Atlantic City and join her on her evening of freedom. But she knew it was too long a trip and he wouldn't come. The band was rocking now and the thud of the bass seemed to be pounding Lana directly between the legs. She hadn't been here an hour yet and she was horny and needy already. Looking down the bar she was trying to see if there were any men alone who she had an interest in. Most were with their wives or girlfriends or seemed like college guys just out to get drunk and gamble. She looked further down the bar and suddenly her eyes locked onto a man who was a bit older but quite attractive. Looking at him hit her in the stomach and she felt a flutter and tingle as their eyes met. He looked at her and mouthed the words, "Baby girl." Lana's eyes went wide and suddenly she smiled. Getting up from her seat she walked down the bar to him. Suddenly her legs felt wobbly as she got closer to him. When she got to his spot he swiveled to face her and smiled. "Baby girl, I came to see you," he told her as he reached up and gripped her red hair in his fist and pulled her lips down onto his. He could feel her passion immediately as their tongues were on each other and her mouth worked on his tongue like it was his cock. When the kiss broke she seemed stunned and dazed with their combined juices dripping from the side of her glossy lips. "Oh Daddy, thank you for coming so far to see me," she said with her eyes looking directly into his. "I knew something special was going to happen here tonight." When she said "Daddy," a couple of people around them seem to stare as if they were confused by the relationship. Daddy seemed amused by their interest. Daddy got up and took her hand. He walked her out of the bar and into the carpeted corridor that surrounded the gaming floor. He led her to a metal door that was on the outside wall. They entered a deserted but well lighted staircase. The walls were gray painted cinder block and the floors and the stair landing was made entirely of concrete. Stairs went up on the left side and down on the right. She moved to him and lifted her arms to wrap around him. But Daddy had other ideas. He took the arms and turned her roughly and pushed her face first onto the cool gray concrete wall. His fingers were opening the buttons up the back of her pencil skirt until just one button was left below her waist. He pulled the skirt apart and saw that her ass was bare. "What a dirty little slut you are," he told her as his hand reached between her legs from behind and his fingers ran up the full length of her exposed cunt. "No panties to protect this juicy cunt? I think you were hoping to get this cunt fucked hard tonight you trashy little whore," he said from behind her. He then reached around and started to take her nipples in his fingers....first one then the other as his other hand fingered her soaking wet cunt. "Oh, Daddy, please," she cried out as she started to grind her hips on his probing fingers; pumping her. But just as suddenly he stepped back from her and pulled his hands away. She moaned from the emptiness and her need for him to use her. "First I need my baby girl on her knees with Daddy's cock down her throat," he told her as he unzipped and pulled out his fat dick. "You are my baby cock sucking slut aren't you?" "Oh yes, Daddy, I need your cock in my mouth. I need to suck it." She dropped to her knees in front of him and took a hold of his big cock and began to pump it in front of her face. He reached down and opened her blouse and took her hard nipples in his fingers and pinched and pulled on them. After a few minutes of tit abuse he grabbed her red hair in his fist and pulled her roughly onto his hard cock. "Blow me bitch," he growled down at her as he watched her talented mouth push forward and felt her tongue work his hard shaft. He began to force more and more cock into her face and felt it push into the tightness of her throat. His grip on her hair held her in place as oxygen became short in supply. She ignored her lack of air and accepted as much into her constricted throat as she could. He kept forcing his cock deeper and all her air was cut off. She moved her tongue on his cock even as she was feeling light-headed from the lack of air. Her pink glossy lips held tight to his shaft and suddenly he pulled back on her hair and popped his cock out of her throat. Lana gasped and sucked in a big amount of oxygen just as he moved his hips and slammed his cock again all the way in her mouth. "You like daddy face fucking his baby girl, don't you," he asked as he kept hammering in and out of her mouth. She looked up and nodded her head and knew that this is where she wanted to be. This is how she needed to be treated. She was able to capture small gasps of air between hard strokes as his hand directed her face back and forth onto him. Then he suddenly stopped and pulled away from her. She looked up at him and felt so empty. She needed him so much. "Please Daddy," she begged as the combined juices in her mouth dripped out onto her bare breasts and stained her thin blouse. "Stand up slut," he demanded and Lana immediately rose to look at him as he hovered over her. His hands reached out and took her blouse off and then he undid the last button of her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She was naked except for the boots. She saw his eyes on her naked flesh and she was hotter than she could ever remember. "Turn around so I can see my baby girl," he commanded. She obeyed. As she was facing away from him his hand suddenly reared back and delivered and hard and stinging slap to her bare ass. He pushed her back onto the wall and held her there as he continued to spank her. Lana was moaning and pushing her ass back at him as if asking for more. He knew what she wanted. He always anticipated her every need. The beating continued until her ass was bright red. He stopped and moved in close behind her. "Spread your legs wide. Push out your ass," he told her. "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck your slut," she cried out as she felt his cock head push onto her wet cunt lips. "Oh fuck," she screamed as he flexed his hips and drove his entire cock all the way into her. The invasion was so sudden and violent that she almost collapsed. He kept himself fully inside her and did not move at all. He allowed her body to become accustomed to his fullness. It happened slowly, but then as the pain subsided she could feel him in every vacant space inside her body. She could feel the throbbing pulse of his hard cock. Her desire and need was back. Lana was now desperate for him to begin to move inside her. But he did not move. She tried to pump herself against him to get his cock to move back and forth. But he held her tight. Her body was immobilized against her will "Please Daddy," she gasped back at him. She was growing desperate for him to take her but he refused. He reached under her and began pinching her nipples as she struggled against her captivity. "Tell Daddy what you need, baby girl," he whispered in her ear. "Please fuck me Daddy. Please, I need it so bad," she panted. "If I fuck you, I will brutalize your body. Is that what you need Daddy to do? Tell me," he demanded. "Oh God yes," she almost screamed, "Please be brutal with me. Just take me and fuck me," she begged. He did not reply but pulled his hips back and savagely began to pound into her open and exposed cunt. He took her hips in a vice-like grip. His cock took her with a hard fury. She cried out from the brutality but she also felt that for the first time in forever, she was getting what she needed. This was what her body craved so badly. He kept up his hard pace. Lana climbed quickly to the edge of a major climax. It came on her so quickly that she felt overcome with the sensation. "Oh Daddy, make me cum. Drive your cock in my cunt and make me cum," she yelled as the orgasm overcame her. But this was not an ordinary orgasm. Yes, she thought, they are all good, but this was so different. It started with a crash of sensation that crushed her nerve endings and left her virtually breathless. It was a continual and violent orgasm that would not stop. Her fingernails scratched down the cinder block wall and her moans rang out in the empty stairwell. His big hard cock kept it's piston-like movement into her body and she was helpless to do anything but to cum. He had taken total control of her body and her most basic carnal needs. He was possessing her like she never knew existed before. Her mouth was open and drool flowed from her open lips as she gasped and groaned from the sensations that captured her. "Does Daddy own his baby girl," he growled at her as his cock fired deep into her and battered her cervix. "Yes, Daddy," she panted, "owned by you. Oh God, your cock owns me." As she said these words another crash of orgasmic shocks took control of her. She whimpered as it rocked her senses and left her limp and beaten on his savage cock. Her face crushed against the smooth wall as she finally lost her muscle control. She slid down the wall to the cold concrete floor. Daddy's cock pulled out of her as she collapsed. She seemed completely out of breath at his feet and her head lifted up slightly to look at his hard cock sticking out in front of him. It was so wet and seemed to throb as she focused on it. "On your knees, bitch," Daddy demanded, "and get this cock in your mouth now." With a lot of difficulty she got up on all fours and lifted her head to him. Her hand wrapped around his swollen, wet cock and her mouth came down on him. The taste was a mixture of her many orgasms mixed with his pre cum. The taste was intoxicating to her and she used her tongue and lips to suck the sex sauce off him. He grabbed her red hair in one of his fists and began to fuck her face and drive into her tight throat. It made her gag and tears began to roll down her cheeks as he used her face like he had used her cunt. "You want my cum baby girl," he breathed down at her. Her teary eyes blinked and her head nodded. It was impossible for her to respond in any verbal way. She knew he was close and worked even harder to get him to give her his cum load. Yes, she thought, she wanted his cum. But more than that, she needed it. She needed to taste it and swallow it and have him splash her face with it. She didn't even realize it but her hand had dropped to her wet cunt and she was frigging herself to another climax as she felt him begin to spasm and erupt. She pulled it back slightly from her throat so his cum entered her mouth and she could use her tongue all over the sensitive head. It seemed that the first two blasts filled her mouth completely and she pulled it away and began to jerk it in front of her face. String after string landed on her face and hair and eyes. She loved the feel of his cock pulsing in her hand and the sensation of being covered in his warm cum. She tasted him and knew immediately that she was addicted to him. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him and nothing she would deny him. "You own your baby girl, Daddy." Lana in Heat She just couldn't keep her tongue in her mouth. She wasn't even aware what she was doing. Lana had stopped at one of the tourist traps off I-90 and bought a few candy sticks to suck on during the long trip. Cruising along at a smooth 65mph, she was soon lost in thought sucking away on the stick, sliding it absent-mindedly down her throat and back, winding her tongue around it and stroking. She didn't know they were keeping pace with her car until they honked and she looked over, startled. Four young guys gawking at her. She looked at them as if to ask annoyingly, 'What?!' She followed the trajectory of their eyes. They were looking at... her... mouth. 'Oh shit!' She yanked the stick out of her mouth and glanced over to see one of the guys in the back actually making a pouty face at her. She laughed and figured what the heck. She gave them a show. Burlesque with a candy stick. She flicked her tongue around the end, deep throated it, had an all-around good time. They had their windows down and were whooping and hollering loud enough for her to hear all kinds of creative remarks. She laughed and waved to them, indicating the show was over. Before they could protest, she took off, passing the truck they were now stuck behind. Approaching Niagara Falls, Lana looked at the heat waves coming off the lines of cars and made an impulsive decision to get in the shorter group of lines going to Canada. She could take the crossover to Michigan, and liked the drive. After the long, sweltering wait in front of her, she was looking forward to the rural open road. She'd have the peace and time to think about what she was going to be facing in just over six hours. Lana's sister Dena was recently widowed and making poor choices around men. The last one had become abusive. When Dena found out she was pregnant, the seriousness of the situation became crystal clear. She was scared, battered, and asked Lana to come help. Lana was always there for her sisters, and didn't hesitate to jump in her car and take off. Lana pulled off at the nearest stop as soon as she crossed the border. She had to turn her a/c off during the long wait so the car wouldn't overheat. Now she was soaking in her own sweat and needed desperately to freshen up and cool off. It was just one of those in-and-out rest stops but it had sinks and that's what she needed. She let the water run cold and soaked some paper towels, squeezing them over her head and delighting in the sensation. The water trickled down through her hair, over her face, and down into her shirt. She wanted to feel the cold water on her neck and back, and made a clumsy attempt at splashing, which resulted in soaking the front her right down through her bra. Shit. Corner turned. Her nipples got hard as rock candy and she was seeing red again in no time, except this was a different kind of red. This was 'poor impulse control' red. She was like a cat in heat for at least 2 weeks out of every month lately, which put her on high alert – and high frustration – making sure she kept herself out of trouble. If she allowed herself free reign she'd be backing up onto anything protruding. It was too late. Her panties were already soaked. There were several trucks parked but no families, so she said fuck it. She took her shirt off, then her bra, and splashed water on her torso, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. She took her pants off, removed her panties and soaked them in cold water, wringing them out over her mons and spreading her pussy lips so the shock of water hit her hot and swollen clit. The sensation made her buck. She squeezed her clit and started jerking it off between her fingers, breathing hard and moaning with each stroke, finally coming with a series of releasing wails that echoed against the cement walls. These bathrooms didn't have doors. They had walls that acted as a natural visual barrier from passersby. She heard someone just outside the opening. Then her heart jumped. "Ma'am, you OK in there? It's maintenance. I was walking by the entrance and... well, it sounded like you were in pain." A deep, gravelly voice, distinctly older and male, echoed into the bathroom. Lana's pussy was still spasming mercilessly and she could feel juice slick on her inner thighs. Blood was throbbing in her temples. Before she could stop herself, she answered, breathless: "No, I'm really not okay. I'm afraid I've made a mess in here. Could you help me?" "Well, sure ma'am, be right in. You decent?" "Decent as I'll ever be." Lana replied with as steady a voice as she could muster. Lana turned away from the door quickly and straddled a corner of one of the sinks so the first thing he saw would be her bare ass and spread legs. That way he could look without feeling obligated to turn away. Her heart was pounding through her eardrums. She heard heavy work boots and the clinking of gear as he rounded the corner. Then dead silence. Not a gasp, not an "oh dear," nothing. She expected some kind of shock. Instead, she heard him put his equipment down, and then his boots on the concrete as he slowly and deliberately approached her. "Well, well, well. You certainly did make a mess, didn't you? Look at all this water. And your clothes are soaked too...." she started to sweat from the timbre and surety in his voice, and by the long pause. "Looks to me like you've soaked pretty much everything, including your pussy." She squealed involuntarily as he slapped her pussy lips and grabbed them in his fist, squeezing and wringing them as he practically lifted her off her feet. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and, as he dragged her into one of the stalls, asked her if she'd been to the bathroom yet. "No, not yet." Her head was spinning. She felt disoriented and aroused and very confused. She hadn't even seen his face. "Not yet WHAT!" he pressed his pelvis up against her ass as he kicked her feet apart so she was standing over the toilet. "Not yet..." She didn't know what to answer. She couldn't think. "Sir!" And when he said it he squeezed her nipples until she yelped. "Now when I squeeze, what are you going to say?" And he squeezed and twisted her nipples again, his breath hot on her ear. "SIR!" She blurted out. He parted her pussy lips forcefully and swiped out juices which he brought up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He growled as he put it up to her mouth and told her to lick her juices out of his hand. When she hesitated, he slammed her face into his hand and told her to lick every drop. She did. "You didn't get a chance to wash up yet, did you slut?" He asked her. "No, Sir, I didn't." "We'll have to remedy that. I certainly don't want you to have less than satisfactory things to say about this rest stop." He grabbed his gear, filling a bucket with water and adding soap. He returned with the soapy water, a brush, and a sponge, and began lathering her down like a brood mare. He scrubbed her back with the coarse brush until she was practically raw. When she squirmed he used the handle to correct her infraction by smacking the backs of her thighs with the ends of the bristles, leaving a pinpoint pattern of red. He soaped the sponge and began cleaning between her legs, drawing her cunt lips apart and wiping back toward her anus. The next pass was around her asshole, gently at first, but became more forceful and probing. Before she knew it he was ramming the sponge inside her ass along with his fingers and literally scrubbing. She tried to pull away, and was met by the addition of another finger slamming against her hole and a yank back on her hair. His hot-breathed whisper sent a chill down her spine. "Be a good whore. Don't do something you'll regret." She was absolutely still and silent for the rest of his treatment. After rinsing her down, he put his gear back by the door, and admired his handywork on her ass and thighs as he walked back to the stall. She was still dripping water from the bath... and dripping juice from her cunt, despite herself. "So, you like to tease, to expose yourself to strange men, do you?" She thought this was a rhetorical question and didn't answer. Wrong. He grabbed a fistfull of hair and slapped her ass full force, once on each cheek. She winced from the shocking sting but didn't cry out. "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer now." "Yes Sir, I do." She replied quickly. "You do what? Tell me what you like to do, whore?" "I like to expose myself to men, Sir. I like to tease them. I get off on it. Sir." "Good answer. I'm going to help you fulfill your desire then, slut. You stand just as you are and do not move an inch. Do you hear me?" "Yes." ...damn. He expediently delivered four slaps this time, two on each cheek. "Yes, Sir." He closed the stall door behind him; she heard him go over to the sink before leaving the restroom. As soon as she was sure she was alone, she bolted for her clothes... Oh. That's what he did. He picked up her clothes, which also had her car keys in them. Even if she streaked to the car, she couldn't get in. She stood there frozen, not knowing what to do, when she heard footsteps. A lot of footsteps. And voices. Men's voices. A lot of voices. Shit! Maintenance man saw the stall door close as he entered with six newly awakened truckers. He opened the door and, pulling her out by her hair, held her fully exposed to the six men, all of whom were sporting growing erections as the maintenance man pinched her nipples, kneaded her breasts, and slapped and squeezed her pussy while they watched. "This young lady likes to expose herself to men. So I think it's only gentlemanly of us to oblige her, don't you?" He asked the stunned truckers and they all nodded their heads, gaping jaws flapping loosely. "And, she loves to perform. So, the first thing she's going to do for you gentlemen is show you how much she has to pee. Now, you wouldn't all be able to see her in one of the stalls, so she's going to pee right here into this drain hole, right where you can see her. Would you like that, guys?" They again nodded their heads in dumbfounded unison. Lana was in shock. She couldn't think. She felt panicky, cold and buzzy. And under it all, she was painfully aroused. Hell, this was stuff of her masturbatory fantasies. All of a sudden, she felt elated. And, impossibly, even hornier. Her skin flushed and warmed and her hips began to gyrate ever so slightly. But not too slightly to pass by unnoticed by the maintenance man, her emcee of the hour. He slid his hand over her ass, slipping a finger down her crack and into her pussy, inserting it to the last knuckle. Lana bucked back onto it. Abruptly, he yanked his finger out and kicked her legs apart. "I believe you have something to show these boys, don't you slut?" He said calmly into her ear, still holding a fistful of her hair. "Yes, Sir. Yes I do." "And what would that be, slut?" "I'm going to pee right into this drain for them, Sir." "That's right, slut. Now I'm going to lower you a little bit so you're squatting some; boys, you might want to gather 'round and get a really close look. Slut likes it when you stare at her, don't you slut?" "Yes Sir, I do." Lana's pussy was dripping a strand of juice. One of the truckers reached forward between her legs and caught the strand, holding it up to his nose and sniffing deeply. This turned Lana on even more. She started thrusting her hips forward, inviting the men to "snatch 'n' sniff." The slap was wrenching. It was a loud bullseye blow to her pussy followed by a quick spin so her back was to the 6 men. The maintenance man kicked her legs apart and bent her over so she was completely exposed, and started wailing on her ass. "Did I tell you to hussy-hip anyone? Did I tell you to move?" He asked calmly as he smacked her ass repeatedly. "No Sir!" She blurted as the blows knocked her forward. He straddled her, forcing her to bend over further, and continued pounding her ass until she begged him to stop. One of the truckers hesitantly gestured a move to intervene, but saw how wet she was and stepped back again, rubbing his bulge. The maintenance man ordered one of the truckers over and instructed him to place two fingers in Lana's pussy. He did so without hesitation, sliding two thick, road-worn, calloused fingers deep into her soaking wet cunt. "Who wants a blow job while the slut comes for us?" When the remaining five truckers hesitated, he added: "Don't worry. She's naked with seven men. She wouldn't dare do anything less than a perfect job. And I'm sure a slut like her loves to swallow, don't you slut?" "Yes Sir. I love to swallow Sir." "Good girl. Now who would like to fuck slut's mouth? Don't be shy, boys." One of the truckers stepped forward slowly while unzipping his jeans. The maintenance man dismounted and held Lana's head up by her hair. "Get her lips nice and wet with your precum. You're all going to get a turn, and this slut is going to come for us and show us all what a nasty whore she can be." He grabbed Lana's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her asshole. He instructed another trucker to come alongside and spit on Lana's asshole and start pumping it with his finger. Once she felt loose enough, he was to insert another, and another. The trucker readily complied. Lana saw an open pair of jeans appear before her with a pretty damn good looking cock, smooth and hard as rock, bobbing up and down, precum dripping from the head. Her mouth started to water. She didn't look up at the man; she didn't want to see his face. The maintenance man instructed the trucker to grab a fistful of Lana's hair. The trucker did so rather awkwardly, clearly never having done it before, and apologized to Lana. "Do not speak to the slut! Fuck the slut, use the slut, yes. Talk to her, no! Understood boys?" The maintenance man barked to the six truckers. They all answered in the affirmative. It was like a collective dream state, but not one that any of them were willing or ready to wake up from. "Okay boys, let's use this bitch. You two, come over on each side and each of you take a tit. Work it good. Pinch, squeeze, do it like you've always wanted to. You, last but not least. You are on clit duty. Work slut's clit and good." The maintenance man watched as six men invaded and probed every part of Lana's body simultaneously. She was being completely used. Poetry in motion. Like a painter admiring his masterpiece, the maintenance man sat back and enjoyed the pumping, squeezing frenzy well underway before him. And he listened while she was brought to a mind-numbing orgasm, just as the trucker pumping her mouth started cumming. And she gushed! Man, did she gush! The men were all whooping and hollering and laughing as the man on pussy duty got soaked. None of them had ever seen it before, thought it was a myth, but there it was. Pussy trucker sniffed and even tasted the front of his shirt to confirm it wasn't piss. Sure wasn't. Hot damn. "Okay, gentlemen. Great job. Now that slut has entertained you with her own orgasm, it's time for her to return the favor. There are five men who haven't cum yet. In order to make proper use of slut, I suggest two men at a time, one in slut's mouth, and the other in slut's pussy. The last man gets to fuck slut's ass. You decide amongst yourselves while I clean out slut's mouth and get her ready for round two." The truckers all huddled up to decide the pecking order while the maintenance man went over and soaked several paper towels with cool water. He wadded one up and stuck it in Lana's mouth, instructing her to suck on it. He walked around to her backside and started wiping her gently, sensuously, deliciously. When she undulated this time, he didn't punish her. He caressed and kneaded her ass gently, exhibiting care and skill. He ran a cool towel over her flanks and down the inside of her thighs. He placed pieces of her clothing under her knees and hands. And finally he walked back around front to remove the towel from her mouth, wiping her lips and cheeks with a clean one. He bent over and whispered in her ear, "You are such a good girl." She felt elated. "If you've made your decision, let's mount up and ride this whore until you come, men." The truckers eagerly began their front door/back door tirade, slamming Lana from both ends. She took it like a champ, keeping them in rhythm so she could piston thrust back and forth. Hell, she was enjoying this. Once in a lifetime thing, and she was damn sure going to make the most of it. Her clit was throbbing as she came with each man; first set, then the second set. And she was even hornier than before. She felt like a wild animal. There were sounds she realized were coming from her, but it seemed like she was listening from somewhere else. Everything was quiet. The men were speaking in hushed tones, as though they were in a movie theatre, or church. She heard the familiar voice of the maintenance man, who instructed the ass fucking trucker to step forward. "Are you sure she can take all that?" One of the truckers asked under his breath. "She'll take it." The maintenance man replied. "She'll take anything right now." The other five truckers gathered around Lana as the last man prepared himself by stroking his cock to full erection. She heard one of them whisper 'Good God. I can't fucking believe it.' Then she felt two men each take an arm and lift her so she was suspended. She felt the same being done with her legs, spread wide apart, but relieved of the pressure on her hands and knees. She felt cool spit on her asshole and something akin to a warm ball start to push against her anus. Then her hair was being pulled. Her head was raised up to bring her eye to eye with a man with the most piercing, deep, clear, beautiful black eyes she had ever seen. "I want you to keep your eyes on mine at all times, do you understand?" She immediately recognized his voice, and smiled as she answered, "Yes Sir. I understand." He smiled back at her and held her face in his hands securely. Then he nodded at the ass-fucking trucker to go ahead. Lana's arms, legs, and head were each secured by someone. Then there was the ass-fucking trucker who was pushing something round against her anus as she counted men. Where was number six? And then she felt him. He was under her, and he started playing with her nipples, pulling on them, sucking them, twisting them. He also apparently had clit duty because he would occasionally reach down and tweak her clit and spread the juice around her lips. Guess he was elected "under-the-hood" man. Heh. She saw maintenance man nod to ass-fucking trucker and then he resumed steady eye contact with Lana. "When I tell you to, I want you to take a deep breath and bear down hard like you're trying to take a shit, do you hear me, slut?" Lana looked at him a little strangely. She'd been ass-fucked before, and wanted to say he was pointing out the obvious, but knew better than to question him at this point. "Yes, Sir." She'd been feeling this steady pressure on her asshole and didn't know what was going on. It felt like someone was pressing a billiard ball up against her ass. "Take a deep breath and bear down, slut." She did. Then lost her breath from the force. Suddenly she was writhing and screaming, trying to get away from whatever the fuck it was assaulting her ass. She was held taut and maintenance man held her face in his hands and finally plunged his tongue into her mouth and started kissing her, passionately. Her eyes were riveted to his, she couldn't breathe well, she couldn't move, and the Titanic was docking in her ass. The Titanic on fire. The Titanic on steroids. You get the drift. The pain was excruciating. And it wasn't stopping. The Titanic kept moving. Slowly, steadily, it kept going deeper for what seemed like forever. Lana in Heat And then it changed. It wasn't painful any more. It was all-consuming. It was maddening. Her eyes widened in a frenzy and she searched maintenance man's as he smiled, and once again looked up at The Titanic and nodded to him. The Titanic, formerly known as ass-fucking trucker, began a full-stroke pounding rhythm that spanned at least 2 seconds from tip to balls. Every time he buried his cock in her ass, Lana thought it was going to come out through her chest cavity. She dropped. Her head was completely emptied of conscious thought. There was an ecstasy in this agony that was exquisite, and bonding, and tenderly vicious. She was floating. She didn't hear ambient sound, she didn't feel anything except for the crystal clear piston of The Titanic's epic thrusts. She started a series of interlinking orgasms that didn't end until The Titanic shot his load into her quite a while later. She was pulled back up by the sensation of warm tears dropping onto the small of her back. The Titanic was weeping openly. The Titanic was a very shy 45-year-old man with a 12-inch double wide cock. He had never experienced full penetration before. He had never had a woman orgasm before. He had only caused pain and fear and experienced rejection and ridicule. He bent over Lana as his mass started to soften inside her and kissed her back gently, not wanting to leave. Lana was languid from the catharsis, undulating affectionately under The Teddy Bear formerly known as The Titanic. Maintenance man offered the first break in silence. "Bet you have to piss pretty badly, eh?" He asked Teddy, who nodded and started to pull out, but maintenance man gestured for him to stay inside Lana's ass. "Go ahead and piss. You can stay right there, nice and warm, and use slut as your toilet." "Oh, no, I couldn't. I just couldn't!" Teddy looked shocked and dismayed. "Slut, would you like to feel Teddy piss inside of you?" "Yes, Sir, I would like to be pissed in. I love to be used as a toilet, Sir." The Teddy Bear concentrated on stifling the erection that was threatening to cut off his urethra, and tentatively began to release his urine into Lana. It was the most divine sensation he had ever experienced, and was thankful his bladder was screamingly, Big-Gulp full. "I need to piss too, slut, and I'll bet you're thirsty." Maintenance man brought his zipper to Lana's mouth and she eagerly undid it and the button fly. Maintenance man pulled out his cock and Lana took its spongy softness into her mouth. His piss was warm and sweet, and she drank every drop of it. "You really are a good slut, aren't you?" Maintenance man smiled at Lana. He lowered her torso to the floor next to the drain. She could smell her own stale piss there and suddenly felt like gagging. Teddy and the two "leg duty" men still had her trunk in the air with her legs spread wide, Teddy's soft cock slowly snaking its way out of her ass. The floor was cold on her tits and made her nipples hard. She started getting wet again. "Well, there are five men here who haven't used the toilet since they woke up, so I suggest you make use of the one in front of you." The first four of the five remaining men stood between Lana's legs at her ass and trickled their piss like a water slide down her back. By the time it reached her neck it was cool. She became hypnotised by the path it took each time, snaking around her neck and pooling off her chin onto the floor. It sounded like one of those tranquil waterfalls you see in offices. The last man flipped Lana over onto her back, lifting her hips up to his cock and resting it on her mons. She could feel the pooled piss from the previous men soaking into her hair and suddenly this was no longer a comfy moment. She could see everyone, everything, and the cock up at her mons was like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. And he gushed. She felt like the pool at the bottom of a raging gorge, piss traveling down her belly, between her tits and right up around her neck. And it was splashing. Splashing onto her face, her shoulders, everywhere. In that moment she took everything into her consciousness, took all the men's faces in, saw her spread naked under their hands and eyes. She came against the last pisser's balls. Then it was all over. She was brought to her feet gently and each trucker thanked her, a couple even kissing her softly on her forehead. One of the men went to his truck and produced two clean towels and face cloth for her. She thanked him and was grateful that maintenance man was there to take them, because she wasn't quite ready to hold anything yet. Her soreness was cleansing, freeing, divine somehow. She leaned on maintenance man for support as he walked her to the men's room where there were showers for the truckers. He bathed her, every inch of her, as though she were a rare jewel. He shampooed her hair, washed her face, underarms, soaped every inch of her, and rinsed her with soothing warm water. He massaged her as he washed, with a caring and tenderness that brought her down to soul bare. She sobbed openly. She thanked him. He smiled. He brought her bag in from the car so she could change into clean clothes. Neither of them said a word as he walked her to her car, put her bag back in the trunk, and closed her door for her. He smiled, then turned and walked away. And that was that. She turned back onto the highway in a daze. She couldn't listen to the radio, or her CD's. She opened the windows and felt the rush of fresh air, reveled in the dance of dappled sunlight, and felt completely, utterly, exquisitely alive.