1 comments/ 26162 views/ 18 favorites Debtors Night By: happy_bloke I sat at the table and prayed for a number higher than eight, the dice felt warm in my sweaty hand and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. They rolled round inside my hand and I scattered them down the table, closing my eyes at the final moment of ejection as they made their way down the table and settled. I let my head fall backwards, tried to relax my neck, feeling my rich golden hair fall down my back, hoping against hope that finally my luck had changed. I heard the girl next to me gasp and I tried to determine what that meant for me, had I won at last? Three and Two. Not enough, not nearly enough. What would happen next I wondered, I was so far beyond the limit of credit that I had initially agreed that I could not believe the would let me borrow more. My credit cards were already maxed out and however good a customer I was, I couldn't believe that they would let me keep on playing. I had already had an interview with Mr Abadlioi last week after the previous set of losses. I looked down at the beautiful blue satin dress that I was wearing, I had picked it out because the last time I had worn it, I had been lucky, had come away better than level. I loved the big slit down the front, the way that it showed off so much of my cleavage. Around the casino there were certain rules of behaviour that I loved. Guys could admire a beautiful woman and women could be admired, but no would make much of a move, no one would hassle you. It was nice, and safe. Economically it was not safe I reflected, economically it was a disaster, a life changing, misery inducing, marriage destroying disaster. I could feel my string pulling into my ass a little, the tops of my stockings on my hips, the lace gently hugging me to keep themselves in place. The satin was smooth and sexy against my skin and I thought that I may never be able to afford to buy such a garment again. Silence descended over the table as behind me I could hear a group of approaching me. I turned slowly with a forced smile on my lips. "Mrs DiAngelo, perhaps I could suggest that you come this way." Mr Abadlioi asked, a cold politeness still evident in his voice. Behind him were two guys, not goons exactly but big guys that could look after themselves in a fight I was sure. Not that fighting was exactly my thing. We walked away from the table and I could feel the eyes of all the people on the floor track me as I walked out passed the tables, passed the fruit machines and down a darker corridor leading to the backrooms where the reality of casino debts started to encroach on real life. No longer here were you just dealing in coloured plastic chips, this was where cheques and credit cards lived, and debt collectors and lawyers I supposed. The guys on either side of me didn't even look at me. Here I was wearing a practically skin tight satin dress, pulled tight over my tits, accentuating my 34B breasts that were otherwise unencumbered with cover or support. I knew that men found this dress very sexy, I had seen the looks of lust, of desire in their eyes many times. I knew that my husband loved to see me in it, loved to see the way it showed the lines of my firm breasts, and just gave away a little of my nipples as they pressed into the fabric. I was shown once again into his office and sat down opposite him, ensconced behind his huge solid oak desk. He smiled at me graciously. "Well Mrs DiAngelo, we seem to find ourselves here again. Well, well, well. And so soon." He started. "I seem to be going through a very unlucky run." I mumbled nervously. "Yes, well that is certainly clear. But the problem for me is now really just how we are going to recover the funds. I seem to remember last time that you were very keen to keep it between the two of us. Does that remain the case?" He asked, his eyes roaming down over my form. "Yes, my husband is away, he cannot find out, he works so hard and he has no idea I even come to casinos. But I have spent all my savings. I don't know what to do, I can't ask him for more money, anyway with the new house and things, there is no more money I am sure," I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "This is a very difficult situation you have created for yourself. I think you wrote us an additional cheque for a thousand pounds this evening. Will that cheque clear do you think?" He probed, his eyes biting back at mine, then slowly moving down my neck before his gaze rested on the sides of my breasts, clearly visible in the deep V at the front of my lucky dress. "No." I admitted, I realised we had got past the point where lying was useful. "And do you have any other ways to pay us back?" He asked, still wilfully staring at my breasts. "No." "I see. So you have no job, no income and no savings?" "No, I have already given you them all." My heart sank further, it was true. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, I looked at him, a growing feeling of fear and sickness growing in my stomach, an aching dread filling my soul. He smiled quietly to himself, seemingly happy to just admire my form and enjoy this moment of control and victory over a beautiful woman. I started to hate him in my heart, particularly his polite smugness. I thought over how sad and broken John my husband would be with my behaviour. He was so careful with money, always buying the Ford over the BMW, eating chicken rather than steak, never buying himself new clothes until his old ones were worn out. And I had done this. "OK, so I have a proposition for you. As it happens tonight is a special night for the Casino, tonight is what we in the management like to call monthly debtors night. In a few hours we have a very select group of clients coming to visit, and you would actually fit in very well, in fact I might say that you might even be the star attraction. But you will have to be a willing and happy participant." I looked back at him, what could he be proposing? I asked myself. "What do you actually want?" I asked hesitantly. "Well we need something from you that can allow us to recover the money that you owe us. It sounds to me as though the chances of recovering this money from you is low, unless you would like to help us out with a very special... hmm what shall we call it, performance perhaps." I had a horrible feeling I knew what he wanted from me, I could tell from his eyes that he wanted to see me undress, perhaps fuck me. "Look, if you think I am going to fuck you, to get out of this debt, then you can think again." I observed, I had always been a loyal wife and had no intention of giving in to him. I didn't believe he would just let me off the debt anyway, he was just taking advantage of his position. He smiled back at me, a knowing look coming across his face. "I think that perhaps you misunderstand your position, Mrs DiAngelo, may I call you Maria, call me Leo" I scowled back at him, intent on conveying to him exactly what I thought of his position. "Either I can call your husband and we can discuss between us how much he is able to pay back of your debt to us," a tear ran down my cheek as I thought of it, "or we can discuss your rate in our little show." "Now we have a very exclusive clientele that have a very specific... desire... perhaps even fetish. They like to see a happily married woman, an honest woman, an attractive girl-next-door sort of woman, who has perhaps fallen upon hard times, not unlike yourself in fact, they like to see just how far they are willing to go in order to escape their position." I stood there bemused, amazed that he was making this outrageous proposal. "And the good news for you is that they will pay very handsomely indeed for the pleasure of seeing these poor unfortunates. Now much as I would like to fuck you here, and indeed you would probably allow me once you had thought about it for a few hours. That would not pay the bills. And this being a business, paying the bills is very much what we need." "So what exactly do you want me to do? Like stripping?" I asked with a look of horror. "I am not a prostitute you know." "No I understand that, and I think that is very much the point, you are not a prostitute, they are perhaps a little bored by them, they are looking for fresh uncorrupted women who are new to these things." I considered what I would be willing to do for money. I suppose I thought, I would take off my clothes for a few strangers if it came to it, for the right money. "So the format is this," he continued, "you and your fellow paupers will be sitting on the stage, and the clients will post a proposition on the screen in front of you. You quote back a value, how much you want to be paid to perform the action specified, and everything you earn is taken off your debts. I think at the moment you owe us, in the order of fifteen thousand pounds, so you will have to...hmm... work hard shall we say." "And if I don't want to do something?" I asked. "Then you should not bid, and you will not be chosen. But if you win, then you have to perform whatever it is, immediately on the stage, there and then, and you should put on a good show, because as the evening goes on, the bidding always gets a bit more... generous, and the favourites can earn a very large amount indeed. And it is all very anonymous I can assure you." I considered the position I was in. There was nothing to lose from the arrangement, I was in debt, I had no way to pay my way out, and I didn't have to do anything that I didn't want to. "So I don't have to do anything I don't want to?" I confirmed. "No, you can choose your own bids based upon your own... proclivities shall we say," he nodded back at me. "What will I be asked to do?" I then demanded, wondering exactly what the scope would be. "Oh well that really depends upon the clients that show up. Nothing that is illegal, probably, perhaps things that go beyond what I might call vanilla sex, the choice remains yours either way." I was horrified that I was even considering this, I thought of myself as a loyal wife, now I was considering stripping and who knows what else, in order to pay a debt. "You are very lucky that you are such a beautiful woman, it will make your bids easier, you really should do well, assuming you are reasonably... open minded." "OK I will do it," I finally concluded, "what do I need to do?" "Excellent, this is a very sensible choice," he smiled back at me with his slightly smug and vacant look, "firstly you need to sign this contract indicating that you are entering into this arrangement completely willingly. We wouldn't want anyone accusing us of blackmail, we like to think of ourselves more as promotors." I walked over and signed the twenty page document that he magiced out of his desk, I realised that it was already populated with my name and address. He had already prepared it, was expecting to offer it to me before I even walked into the room. I looked at him disparagingly, and hated the way that he was staring at my tits, exposed as my dress hung down away from me as I leaned forward over his desk. "Do you have to check out my tits so bloody blatantly?" I demanded. "Oh Mrs DiAngelo, I really think you shouldn't worry about that. Considering what I expect to see you do before the night is out, I really think checking out your breasts at this stage is the least of your worries." I stood there looking down at him, I knew my dress was in a precarious state and that he was unashamedly looking at me, and I tried to be annoyed. But somewhat to my surprise realised that I wasn't really. I had chosen the dress myself and had known the way that it moved away from my breasts when I put it on. I didn't really find Leo that unattractive, he was in his thirties I supposed, about my age and was keeping himself in good shape. I supposed that he was just shy of six foot and had good muscle tone and thick black hair. After a few minutes I was ushered away to a guest room of my own where I was given a plate of cold meat, sautéed potatoes and a lovely salad to help prepare myself for the events ahead. I lay on the bed and sobbed quietly to myself, unable to believe the stupidity that got me into this horrific position. I had only joined the casino a year or so ago when I had made a new friend, and she had introduced me. I had been lonely and it had seemed like an innocent enough way to while away a few hours, having a nice time, a few drinks and spending perhaps fifty dollars on the machines. Of course then I had not know how one thing would lead to another, and before I knew it I was sitting there in a heap of debt and despair. It was not very long before there was a knock at the door and a tall blond girl arrived with a big smile and introduced herself. "Hello Mrs DiAngelo, my name is Vicky. I have been asked to come and offer you some complementary help with makeup and hair." I looked in the mirror and realised that all the tears had wrecked my makeup, and that I had completely messed up my hair. I let her in somewhat sullenly, my manners reflecting my mood, and she set about her task with a jolly manner that I tried not to find irritating. Perhaps she did not know that I was in no way preparing myself for a nice night out on the town. I did nothing to inform her of the truth of my position. Almost as soon as she had finished, there was another knock at the door and another similarly beautiful woman arrived and ushered me to follow her off down the deeply and luxuriously carpeted hallway. At the end of the hallway, there was a door and as I approached it, Mr Abadlioi opened it and smiled back at me. "Well Mrs DiAngelo you really are looking fabulous, I really can't remember the last time we had a guest with quite your combination of beauty, looks and poise. I really think that you will cause a stir tonight." He brought me through into a large room, darkly lit with a raised area at our end, and perhaps thirty or so large leather seats arranged in ones and twos at the other, perhaps a couple of metres away. On the stage, there were five comfortable leather seats with tablet computers mounted to one side so that the occupier could use the tablet while sitting comfortably. Sitting in the other four seats were a variety of women of various ages from perhaps twenty five to forty five. They were all very beautifully made up, and were wearing sexy outfits not unlike the one that I was wearing. A couple of the younger women were wearing very low cut, tops more like lingerie than tops. The older women had in general opted for more conservative options, but still there was plenty of cleavage on offer. The seats were each lit with bright white spot lights that were mounted behind the audience seating which had the effect of silhouetting the fifteen or so people that were sitting there. I glanced at them, trying to see what kind of guys they were, but it was almost impossible to make out any details at all. The other women all looked very nervous indeed, some were trying to smile, but you could almost smell the fear on them, just as I am sure you could have smelt it on me. I sat down in the final unoccupied chair, front and central and Mr Abadlioi gave me a very quick introduction to the tablet computer. There was nothing much to it, the proposal appeared at the top of the screen and you could either type your quote into the bottom, or pick from one of the predefined options. The options started at £100 and went up to £1000, I thought in horror to myself how many different acts I would have to be involved in before I could pay back all the £15,000. I wondered how much the other women owed. Almost as soon as I had sat, there appeared on the screen the first of the offers. "You will strip naked on the stage and spend the rest of the evening nude." A counter at the top of the screen started counting down from twenty. I stared at it, I had expected something gentle at first, perhaps going topless for a few seconds, this was unexpected, they expected a lot from the very first. I pressed the £500 button and looked around at the other women. I could not see their screens from where I sat which I presumed was carefully engineered to keep it fair. How much would each of these women want to strip naked, how desperate were they? I wondered. As soon as the counter reached zero, the screen announced that I had not been successful. The bidder that had been 'successful' was number two to my left with a bid of £100. I couldn't believe that anyone would strip naked in public for £100. Number two got up and I saw it was one of the youngest of the women, in her early twenties. She was only wearing tiny dress anyway I reflected. She undressed quite stylishly, as if she was performing for her boyfriend. She slipped the dress off over her head, immediately covering her breasts to increase the moment of anticipation. Underneath she had just a string, and quickly discarded that as well, leaving it on the stage. She stood for a second or two covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other, performing a slow twirl on the spot to allow them to see her full nude form before finally revealing herself slowly, her very firm small A cup breasts pointing skywards and her fully shaved pussy clearly showing off her inner lips poking slightly out. She looked almost relieved to have made the first move, and returned to her seat with a bit more of a spring in her step than before. Perhaps she didn't need to raise very much money. "Two of you will kiss each other, undress one another and lick one another's breasts." Came up on the screen and once again the counter started counting from 20. Fuck I thought to myself, this was getting weird straight away. There was no way that I expected lesbian sex, I tried to imagine how I felt about it. I had had a bit of a girl/girl fantasy back in university days, but since I had been married, had never had any doubts about my sexuality. I pressed the £500 button again, in some ways thinking that it was something I could tolerate, ignoring that I was quoting the same price for a radically more extreme activity. As soon as the counter got to zero a big green banner came up on my screen indicating that I had been chosen. In fact it said that more than that, even though my bid was for more than one of the older women, the buyer had chosen me. Now I saw what Mr Abadlioi had meant about it being easier for me. Before I could enjoy the moment however, I realised that I was now expected to do precisely what it said on the screen with the other younger woman. I stood up and walked into a spot on the stage indicated with strong lighting where the other woman was expecting me. We approached each other nervously, I smiled at her and she tried to reciprocate. She was very pretty underneath her makeup and had a very attractive brown bob accentuating her good looks. I moved my face towards her, deciding that it was better to get on with it than just thinking about it. As soon as our lips met, I realised that kissing a woman was different to a man, her lips were much softer and her whole approach more nervous and less forceful. For a minute or so, I made all the running, kissing her gently as she stood there barely moving. I pulled back and made a show of opening my mouth so that next time our lips met the viewers could seem that my tongue was licking her lips and entering her mouth. She tasted lovely and I was actually starting enjoy myself when she suddenly realised that she too should be playing the crowd. She started kissing me back and soon I could taste her small tongue in my mouth, playing with my own and running round my lips. I could feel myself becoming slightly aroused, even though it was a woman kissing me. My mind felt confused, a contradiction between what I thought I liked, and my body's own physical response. Debtors Night Unexpectedly she pushed me away and reached for my back. Without any announcement she undid the halter-neck fastening on my dress, and unceremoniously slid the entire dress down my body and onto the floor. I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands as soon as they were exposed, fighting back my fear of exposure. My breath was short and my instinct was to run away from the stage and the whole situation. However, I fought back and thought through what I needed to do, I needed to make a success of this, and no much how uncomfortable I felt, I had to go through with it. Stabilising my resolution I made a small tour of the puddle of light we were standing in, before facing the audience and moving my hands away from my tits, giving everyone a clear sight of them. Prior to these guys, perhaps five men had seen my fully developed breasts. I had always been very shy, and never went topless on the beach, and so I felt horribly exposed standing on the stage in just a thin lace string, by tits being stared at by this oddly assorted collection of voyeurs. My heart was hammering again and I felt terror in my heart. Behind me suddenly my partner arrived and without a word, slid my string down onto the floor. I had forgotten in my reverie that the deal had been to completely undress and she was quite right to take them from me, but nonetheless it was all too much and I screamed and covered myself immediately, a knot of terror rushing through me. I fought back my fear, realising that this was in no way the show they were looking for, I quickly recovered and pulled back my hands reluctantly but confidently to expose my well-trimmed pussy. John didn't like the 'little girl' shaved look and so I had a decent amount of pubic hair, although he did want me to shave the lips of my pussy, I had never really gone along with it, preferring a light blond covering. I tried to make up for my previous reaction by walking around a bit, flaunting myself and opening my thighs a little to give them a better show. I decided to keep the stockings and high-heals on, as experience told me that a guy preferred that look to nude anyway. I then turned to my partner and undressed her. She was wearing much the same as me, a dress and string but no bra. I lifted it over her head and then removed her string, feeling it warm and moist in my hands as I pulled it down. Perhaps, I thought, I wasn't the only one that had found the experience arousing. She made a better effort of enjoying the process than I had, and as soon as I had exposed her intimate parts, she went on a tour of the stage, flaunting herself and putting one foot on her chair to fully expose the open lips of her pussy, just a thin landing strip above it. After a minute of this, she returned to me and thrust her breasts up at me, instructing me through her actions that she expected pleasuring. She was shorter than me though and therefore it was difficult for me to lean forwards far enough to get my mouth down to her breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked it into me. I was surprised by the slightly rough texture of the end of her tip, and then played with it a little running my tongue around it a bit. After a few seconds, she returned the favour with me, and she really aroused me with the way that she licked and sucked my tits. I had always enjoyed guys playing with my breasts and they were always in too much of a hurry to get down and fuck me. This woman however took her time and was happy to just focus on that tiny part of me that could trigger such feelings of pleasure. I closed my eyes and tried to forget my situation, the people watching and the fact that it was a woman kissing me, and for a few seconds I was successful, smiling and enjoying the whole feeling. She pulled back and I felt rather bashful looking down at her face as she looked up at me, trying to gauge how much I had genuinely enjoyed it, and how much I had been putting it on. We shared a moment of intimacy as we looked into one another's eyes, standing naked in front of one another with nothing protecting our modesty. I returned to my chair and felt very uncomfortable sitting down, still wearing nothing, aware that from here on I would be spending however long this took, wearing just a pair of stockings, my breasts and pussy on view to all. The next couple of offers were all concerned with getting the remainder of the women nude and those of us that were already naked were not allowed to bid. It was noticeable that the older women were paid half as much as the rest of us had made. "You will shave your pussy completely, on stage, and then give yourself an orgasm with your hand." I thought through the idea in my head, trying to decide if this bothered me, whether this was one that I was willing to do for money, and decided that this could be worth a go. I bid £1000 in the hope that I could win big, I wasn't keen to shave myself but I knew that John would quite like it and thought that it could be worse. I liked to masturbate myself, and gave myself orgasms probably once a week when John was away on business, although I would never have let John watch me. The counter clicked down to zero, and once again my screen went green to indicate that I had been accepted. Immediately I saw that I was being paid twice as much of one of the older women and more as well than my previous partner with her little landing strip. Three separate stools were brought out for us, along with a collection of small scissors, shaving foam and shavers. Also a camera man appeared for each of us, and behind us the shot from the camera was displayed on two screens on either side of the stage. I sat down on the right most stool and could barely believe how exposed I felt. I had my legs well apart and knew that everyone was sitting there, able to see every aspect of my sex. Even John had never seen me shave my pussy and I had not been hairless since my teens, now here I was, selling my most intimate secrets to pay off my stupid debts. I went over the complete area, trimming the hair right back as short as possible. I could already tell how nude I would look, the slit of my pussy emerging from the hair. Next I sprayed foam all over myself, over the triangle of hair at the top, and spread it down over the lips. I could already feel my clit buzzing with arousal, demanding attention even in defiance of my exposed position. As I started shaving the remaining hair away, the camera man came over and I saw myself sitting there on the big screen. He started off with a head shot, and I tried to smile, even as I saw a huge three metre image of myself on the big screen. Then he pulled back, and I was reminded how naked I was, my tits bobbing up and down as I moved my arms back and forth, and my pussy slowly emerging from the cloud of foam enveloping it. I was glad that my pubic hair was thin and wispy as the razor slid effortlessly through it and within just a minute of two, I looked down and I was completely nude, completely shaved, the inner lips of my pussy coming up together to where they met at my clit. I put the razor down, wiped the remainder away with a warm towel and admired my handy work. As I knew it would, I found that disturbingly it reminded me of when I was a girl, but tried to put it out of my mind. Suddenly I realised that my shaved sex was now being broadcast again on the big screen, and that there was a two metre version of my pussy, lips glistening a little being shown to everyone. I closed my eyes and tried to put it out of my mind that my most intimate place had now somehow become entertainment for the highest bidder. I decide to play to the camera and put my fingers down to the outer lips, and opened them wide with my fingers. Even I had never seen myself like this, my inner lips pulled out wide, the tip of my clit and my opening completely exposed and amplified onto the huge screen. I moved on and started playing with my clit, gently at first and then, able to take advantage of the arousal that I still felt, more and more vigorously. I closed my eyes and tried to just concentrate on the feelings, to drink in the physical sensations and ignore that my every move was being studied on a huge screen. Perhaps surprisingly it did not take as long as I worried that it might, and I decided that I did not need to hold out for too long. My orgasm was there, and I pressed on, my fingers pounding on my clit it exploded through me, triggering a scream of pleasure from me and a pulsating sensation deep in my pussy. I opened my eyes to see three views of me mixed on the screen, one of my fingers still sliding over my sopping clit, one a full body shot showing my naked breasts, body and limbs, and a close up of my hot red sweaty face, still showing the last few seconds of my reaction to the joyful feelings. I smiled for the camera and then, felt incredibly exposed, my most intimate activities having been studied in huge detail. After I walked back to my chair, the screen switched to the older woman who had obviously had a more difficult time removing every part of her thick black pubes. She had only just come to the end of her work with the razor, and had exposed herself so that the thick dark inner lips of her pussy were now clearly visible, poking out from her slit. She initially started playing with her clit, not unlike me, soon however her other hand descended underneath her leg and in addition to that, she started sliding her other fingers in and out of the opening to her pussy. I had never watched another woman masturbate herself before and was interested to watch what she did. I noted how in addition to running her fingers up and down over her clit, she was alternately ringing it and pinching it a little, gripping it a little between her fingertips. She too came to her orgasm quite quickly after that, her face wracked with what looked like pain, but was obviously more pleasure as she was quickly smiling furtively as she realised how we had all been watching this secret moment. She returned to her seat, looking furtively around her, obviously uncomfortable at her nudity much as I was. I reflected however that some of my terror had left me know. Somehow, having spent thirty minutes nude on this stage, performing lewd acts in a spotlight, I was feeling more relaxed about it all. Having had one orgasm, my own body was pushing me on now. I wanted to feel more, wanted another orgasm. As I sat in my chair waiting, I let one of my hands slide down between my legs and start to gently play with myself, ringing my own clit just a little. "Two of you will pleasure each other with a vibrator, to orgasm." I read from the screen. I pressed the £1000 button, and was almost disappointed when I didn't win the round, the older women winning it with £500 each. I sat back and watched as the two older women took turns in sliding an enormous shiny pink vibrator in and out of one another, each focusing on one another's clit. The larger of the two, who had just shaved herself was given another huge screaming orgasm by the thinner one and was now looking decidedly hot, sweaty and aroused. As she slipped the silver cylinder out of her partner, she licked it and then sucked the other woman's juices off the end. They walked back to their chairs looking somewhat hot and satisfied. "Two of you will fuck each other with this double ended dildo." Appeared on the screen. Again I pressed the £1000 button, again hoping that actually I would win, and I was rewarded with a big green 'Win' message on the screen. I stood and saw that this time my partner would be the other of the two younger women. We stood and walked into the pool of light on the stage, a guy walked onto the stage with us and handed me a silver, curved double ended dildo. I took it, and I was bemused what to do with it, I had literally never seen anything like it, it was made from stainless steel and felt heavy in my hands. About half way from one end there were then attached two soft straps that I presumed were designed to let me hold it in place. There was a low mattress in the middle of the highlighted stage and I lay down onto it on my back and opened my legs. I was glad that I had already had an orgasm and was very aroused. I took the huge metal dildo and slowly moved the end down to my opening, I held my lips open with my fingers, feeling that I was already wet and slippery. It slid into me easily, but was huge inside me, much bigger than any of the guys I had fucked, and I screamed a little as I felt it slide into me, forcing me wider and wider open. Once it was in as far as I could manage, I took the two straps and pulled them behind me as I felt the dildo pressing right up against my cervix. I had to close my eyes to adjust to the feeling of complete invasion. My partner was standing lookup up at me and I could see fear in her face as she watched the difficulties that I was having, presumably wondering how she would get on. On the big screen behind her I could see a huge image of my shaved pussy stretched wide open with this massive steel dildo emerging from it. It felt weird but slightly powerful, the huge silver shaft coming out of me and pointing away in an accusing manner. I stood up and felt the weight of it move within me, the heaviness of the front pulling it down and pressing it up into the top wall of my vagina. I screamed again at the extreme sensations within me. My partner lay on the mattress and spread her legs wide apart and then pulled the lips of her shaved pussy wide apart to match, trying to prepare herself for this brutal invasion. Her hips were much less wide than mine, and I seriously wondered how she was going to get it inside her. A small bottle of lubricant was left on a table next to the mattress and she took it and poured a generous helping down onto her opening, a finger pressing it deep inside her to prepare for what was to come afterwards. I let her spend a few moments touching herself, pressing one and then two and then three fingers deep into her pussy, stretching it wider and wider open. I watched her face as she grimaced with the feelings around her intimate parts. Finally, she looked up at me and indicated that she was ready. I knelt down in front of her, and thought that this was exactly what it was like for a guy, a huge eight inch long hard shaft sticking out of me, a woman in front of me her legs wide open with her pussy wide open, wet, glistening and ready for me to fuck her. I carefully moved the tip down to her opening, watching her face as she anticipated my movement. Finally, the tip was there, resting on her opening, still looking insanely too big to go inside her. She coated the end with more of the oil, and used her fingers to stretch her inner lips as far open as possible, then looked me in the eye and indicated that I was to continue. Even with the oil on it, it did not slide easily into her, as I pressed my hips forwards, I could feel the end inside me pushing back harder and harder making me grunt and scream a little. My reaction however was as nothing compared to hers as she screamed violently and repeatedly while the huge shaft forced its way into her. She had to open her legs further apart to try and pull her lips further apart as the large diameter shaft forced deep into her. Eventually it was there, each of the two ends, deep inside us although the length of it meant that still our bodies were separated by half an inch of steel. Our bodies however were close enough that my breasts were resting on hers, my face just a few inches from hers. Her eyes were closed however, her face still grimacing with the feelings generated by the bar of steel driven deep into her. On one hand I felt like I should stop, her discomfort made me uneasy, but on the other hand, I thought that we had a show to put on, and I wanted most of all to keep the punters happy and get paid. I started to gently rock backwards and forwards, letting the dildo move slightly in and out of her. Her reaction was instantaneous as she screamed and groaned, but the look on her face was less pain now than pleasure, and her fingers were busy down by her clit, frantically rubbing herself to obviously help her arousal. I could feel a slight change in the way that the dildo was moving in and out of her, it was moving more easily, sliding into her rather than resisting. I started moving more easily as well, moving my hips further and further with each thrust, feeling the hard metal inside me moving sliding in and out a little in time with me. My partner wasted no time however and was soon screaming and yelling, her back arched, her face in a mixture of joy and focus as she came, I continued to thrust into her throughout her orgasm and watched the different emotions wash across her face, first joy and then satisfaction, finally a realisation that she was being fucked by another woman and eventually a rather sheepish embarrassed grin. I pulled the cylinder out of her and then unclipped the belt and slid it out of me as well, it left my pussy feeling stretched wide open and I could almost see deep inside myself once I had removed it. I walked back to my chair and could still feel the way it had opened me up, even as I sat down. I wondered to myself whether I would ever be able to recover, would I be like this forever. The screen awoke once again. "You will give this guy a blow job, he will cum in your mouth, you will swallow it." I read and re-read the screen. I had never let a guy cum in my mouth in my whole life and I had absolutely no intention of starting now. I didn't even press any of the buttons, how much would I need to be paid to do this, I wondered. I looked around and there seemed to be a slightly different atmosphere, I suppose somehow we were crossing a line, now there was a guy involved. No longer could we say to ourselves or our partners that we were just victims together, helping one another out, a sisterhood in debt. Now we were getting into porn star territory and I don't think any of us felt very comfortable there. In the end however the young woman that had undressed me won the bid with an outrageous £2500 bid. I looked down at myself sitting there nude, my tits visible to the audience, my shaved pussy still feeling pulled out of shape by the dildo and wondered whether I wouldn't actually do this. I will still very short of the amount that I needed to raise. A very good looking guy walked onto the stage, he was nude and had a really nice big cock, not enormous but well proportioned. His muscles were similarly well defined, gym fit but not a body builder. He had well-groomed hair and a shaved cock. The younger woman was obviously very comfortable giving oral sex, she knelt at his feet and took him into her mouth quickly and easily, his cock growing almost immediately to its full stature. She then brought him to orgasm quickly and efficiently with a combination of mouth and hands, running over his cock and balls, forcing him deep into her throat and licking him from root to tip. He came in an explosion of pleasure, looking deep into her eyes as her mouth pumped him over and over. At the end a little stream of cum escaped the edge of her mouth and dripped down onto her breasts, but other than that it was clear that she obeyed the instructions to the letter, and as the camera stood above her, gazing down, she opened her mouth to confirm that she had completed the task. That must have been the end of her debts because she did not return to her chair, but instead did a contented little jig on the stage, smiling and waving and walked off, to be greeted by Mr Abadlioi who was obviously watching from the back. I was even less comfortable in my skin, knowing that he was a witness to all my depravity, enjoying my humiliation. His prediction from earlier was indeed true, I could barely believe when I thought back on it that I had objected to his seeing my tits, now he could gaze on my shaved cunt having watched me fuck another girl. Debtors Night "You will fuck this guy, he will cum in your cunt." So now I supposed we had reached the business end of the evening, this is where we decided whether we wanted to be free of our debts or not, and to what lengths we were willing to go. I entered a bid of £10,000, trying to dismiss the feeling of shame that spread through me. All my previous objections seemed to have been for nothing. It seemed like perhaps I had to prostitute myself after all. However, I had only earned £2,500 at this point and thought that with this payment I would be close enough with that to walk out. There were friends that would lend me the rest surely. I did not win. The larger of the older women was willing to fuck him for £2500 and I swore lightly under my breath, cheap tart. I smiled as I realised that I was already thinking like a whore, annoyed at the competition undercutting my premium services. Another fantastically toned Adonis arrived and gave the woman probably the best sex she had had for years. He fucked her all ways round, from begin, scissors and on top. She screamed like a porn star but I am sure from the expert way that he was tweaking and touching her clit throughout that her orgasm at the end was genuine in every way. She collapsed in the end in a sodden sweaty heap, richer both financially and spiritually. Before she had time to recover herself and return to her chair, a new bid popped up on the screen. "Bonus Round - You will lie down on the floor next to the previous player and you will put your tongue into her cunt, you will then lick her to orgasm. She will be paid £1000" Once again I could not believe what I was reading, this was even more gross that taking it from a guy directly. Would I lick a woman's pussy? Would I take cum in my mouth? Did I want to pay this off? I pressed £5000 without thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like to walk out of here with nothing to worry about. The bidder decided for whatever reason that they wanted to pay me to perform this. Despite my bid being the highest by far, I was greeted by the green light. I walked over to the mattress where the other woman still lay and she moved over so that I could be right in the middle. She still had a rosy glow of post coital pleasure and was moving with a confidence and contentment that I found annoying. As soon as my head was down on the thick white sheets, she manoeuvred her knees either side of my head and I realised that she was actually quite looking forward to what was happening. There was a glint on of happiness in her eyes as she looked down on me. I lay on the bed, looking up at her, already her shaved pussy was suspended just a few inches above my face. I could see the swollen inner lips easily, glinting deep pink, covered in a glossy thick goo. Even as she moved towards me, a thin string of their juices ran down her slit and dripped onto my cheek. "Open wide," she instructed still smiling with her look of complete domination on her face. With her fingers she pulled her pussy wide open and lowered her opening right down onto my mouth. I could smell her intensely by this time, it reminded me of the face of my husband after he had pleasured me. I obeyed instinctively, opening my mouth to accept it, and even as I saw it lowering the last few inches, I could see a huge white glob of cum roll out of the deep pink opening and fall into my mouth. The taste was a sweet and salty mixture, warm and thick in my mouth, I swallowed it immediately very keen not to consider the details for any length of time. Soon afterwards, my face was completely enveloped by her pussy, her lips pulled wide open from her clit that rested on my nose, all the way down to the opening of her sex that sat right over my mouth. Her fat inner lips were pulled sideways, spread over my cheeks as she wiped herself back and forth over my face, rubbing her clit on my nose. I thought back to the instructions and eventually got the confidence to push my tongue up into her. I was rewarded with another load of their combined juices, running down my tongue into the back of my mouth. Again I swallowed it all quickly, probing further into her hole with my tongue. I heard her gasp at the feeling of another woman's tongue invading her intimacy. Having completed this part of the task, I switched my attention to her clit, pulling her hips towards me so that I could reach her to lick it and suck it. It felt bizarre to feel another woman's clit in my own mouth, the familiar v shape of inner lips and clit that I knew so well from my own sex, now being revealed to me as a texture in my mouth. Having already come to orgasm, I was glad that she came quickly for me. My vigorous licking and sucking, following the same pattern that I liked from John was also successful for me, and within just a minute or so, I found her grinding herself down onto me, her head back, screaming "Yes, yes, yes" as the pleasure coursed through her body. I returned to my chair feeling dazed and disorientated, barely able to comprehend the variety of physical sensations that I had just undergone. I tried to think if I had hated it, or loved it, or what. I certainly wasn't disgusted by it as I thought that I would be, and was almost curious to experience more. As I sat there I look up at the big screen to see my own face, with streaks of cum smeared across my cheeks and forehead, my hair matted back as more of it started to dry above my ears. The screen flickered once again. "Two of you will let these four guys cum on your faces and then lick it off one another and swallow it." I pressed £10,000 without thinking, I feared that there was now almost no level of depravity that I wasn't willing to sink to now. I didn't win however and watched as the last of the younger women and one of the others performed the requisite task, I was amazed to watch as the four guys pumped so much sperm onto their faces, I had never seen so much. The women struggled to deal with it as it was pooling in their eyes, running off their cheeks and clotting in clumps in their hair. By the end, their faces and my own were all equally covered with gooey white sperm. Once it had all been deposited, I watched, curiously unable to take my eyes away from them as they then proceeded to lick and suck the puddles of goo from one another's faces. Eventually it was gone and they returned to their seats looking very messy indeed, not unlike myself I reflected. I looked down to the screen, all I needed now was one last act and I would be free of the whole thing. I resolved that from here on, I would do whatever was asked and then never return to the place again, never gamble and never be unfaithful. "You will fuck these three guys. They will take you anyway they want. They will cum inside you wherever they want." Three really good looking guys arrived on stage, like the previous guys they were all well-built but not too big, although they all had really decent sized cocks. They were bigger than John, or the previous guys I had fucked, and there were three of them. Would they take it in turns, I wondered to myself. I tried to decide what to bid, I had resolved that I would do it, I had almost stopped caring about what I had to do, and I wondered what I would have to bid to get it. I pressed £10,000 again, unable to reason strongly, just going with a gut instinct and I aimlessly watched the counter tick down and the screen go green. So this was it, I had finally descended to the level when I would let three guys fuck me, put themselves in my mouth. I stood and walked back to the mattress where they were congregating in the steady beam of bright white light. They watched as I approached, each of them looking at my breasts and pussy, appraising me without a care for my dignity. How far I had come I realised in just an hour or so, previously I had hardly been seen naked by more than five guys, now I was walking up to three naked and barely felt concerned. They indicated that the first thing they wanted to do was for me to kneel down onto the sheet, and I did so obediently. I had never liked being fucked from behind, it felt like animal sex to me, but I was hardly in a position to argue. The first one of them walked round to my face, knelt in front of me and gently pulled my face forwards so that my mouth met the tip of his cock. He was still a little soft and so I felt him start to harden a little as I put him into my mouth and start to suck him. I couldn't really tell what was going on behind me with the other two guys, I steeled myself to feel one of their cocks suddenly plunge into my pussy and start fucking me, but instead felt a warm wet feeling down over all my ass and pussy. I realised to my horror what I had let myself in for. Almost immediately I felt something pressing into my ass, a finger perhaps, gently but firmly and within a few seconds I felt myself accept it, allowing it to slide gently inside me. I tried to turn to see, but my face was being held firmly in place and my mouth was very generously full of the first guy's cock. I mewed with frustration, for the first time feeling very much out of control of the situation. The sensations in my ass changed again, now I could feel something larger inside me, and rather than staying in one place I could feel it moving in and out a little, perhaps it was just a bigger finger, but sensation was very strange to me. Suddenly the three guys picked me up all at once and flipped me over, I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the screen as I was laid down on my back on top of the third guy, and his cock was pushed quickly and silently deep into my ass. It was a very extreme sensation, a mixture of pain as I was stretched and pulled open, and pleasure as I felt him push up into me. I screamed out over and over again as he moved himself in and out of me, until his colleague then gently pulled my head back and slid his cock back into my mouth. The third guy then entered my pussy at the same time, and I could feel my ass and pussy being pulled back and forth as the two guys moved independently, one entering me as the other pulled out. I felt completely invaded by them, completely dominated. They were very smooth and gentle, they touched me firmly but lovingly, but still, every opening to my body was full of their cocks. Before I got used to that feeling they then started playing with my body, I could feel hands on my feet, hands on my clit, hands playing with my nipples. Complete sensory overload ensued, I had been aroused before this, and I had another orgasm within just a few seconds. Unable to scream out as my mouth was full of cock, I mewed appreciatively. From that point on, it was difficult to keep track of them, all I knew was that at any one time there were cocks or tongues in one or more of my holes, fucking me, licking me, whatever. I had a sequence of another three orgasms until finally, we all came at once in some firework display of an orgasm. As my own was reaching a final climax, I felt my mouth fill with sperm, and a familiar sticky wet sensation in my pussy, indicating that the guys had indeed cum wherever they wanted to. They each pulled away and left the stage, and I was left lying on the mattress, utterly exhausted but feeling somewhat excited as well. I had never imagined what such a thing would be like, and I was not sure that I wanted to feel it again, but it certainly had been a thrilling and amazing sensation. I could feel the cum running out of my pussy and out of my ass, and my face was still covered in a messy mixture of liquids, I almost gloried in the wantonness of it all. Mr Abadlioi walked up to the mattress where I lay and looked down at me clapping, once again happy to let me see that no part of my nude form was beyond the reach of his vision. "Bravo Mrs DiAngelo, as I predicted you were indeed the star of the show, and you must be very relieved that you have succeeded in clearing you debts as well." I slowly stood, feeling rather unsteady on my feet, he put his hand out and steadied my shoulder. As we walked off the stage, I could feel more cum running out of my holes and down my legs. I caught a final vision of my naked form on the big screen as I hobbled through the door and out into the corridor. I looked a very different creature to the one that had entered in perfect makeup and hair, with a beautiful blue dress. Now my face was dripping in sweat and sperm, my hair plastered back where girls had wiped their juices onto my face, and my newly shaved pussy and ass was leaking more cum down my legs. I walked back into my room and climbed straight into the hot shower, and there I stayed for a very long time. Not long enough to wash away my shame, but long enough to feel clean at least. Once I walked out into the bedroom, I saw that they had put out new clothes for me on the bed. Not my old blue dress but a very nice black dress, very discreet and rather conservative in cut. There were also some very high class, but similarly sexy lingerie for me. I dressed and walked out into the hall, then back up past Mr Abadlioi's office. As I got to his door, he arrived in the doorway holding an envelope. "Well Mrs DiAngelo, here you are again looking well, and what an excellent show you gave us today. Here is a cheque for the extra fees that you earned." I took the envelope and tried not to think about it all, I could hardly make eye contact with him and turned to walk away. "Oh and Mrs DiAngelo, do let me know about the payments for the internet views," he continued. "What?" I turned back to him, "The internet views? No," My heart suddenly turned to ice. "Sorry? What do you mean?" That irritating smug grin was back on his face. "I don't want anyone on the internet to see that." I stated simply, unable to believe that he was even suggesting it. "I don't think you understand Mrs DiAngelo, perhaps I should have made it clear. In addition to the very special audience here, you opted in to the broadcast rights. It was broadcast live, on the internet. It was very popular, very very popular. I am surprised you didn't read the contract, it was covered very extensively in pages 5 through to 15. I think once all the franchise and overseas sites have paid up, you will have made probably twice the cash, so that is something to look forward to. I think I would have to say that you are star now, really a star." ***** If you like my stories then please vote, if you want to read more then please leave a message. Like many writers I love to hear from my readers. This story is a bit more hardcore than my other stories, let me know what you think.