2 comments/ 80528 views/ 8 favorites Showing Off For My Wife's Pleasure By: HotJennieh A first time effort based on real events. * There I was lying on my back, on the floor of a cheap adult bookstore. All I was wearing were 5" heels, black thighhighs, and a nipple chain. In one hand, I was jerking my throbbing shaved shaft while I was using my other hand to fuck my ass with a double headed dong. Cum was glistening on my face and chest and running down my sides. "Spread your legs for me," a spectator ordered. "I want to see you...all of you." Six people were watching me abuse my ass. I pointed to Sara, the lesbian who had just popped my cherry asshole a couple of minutes ago and Ellen my wife, who had wanted to see me buttfuck myself like this for two years, and begged them to hold my legs high up in the air, spread them wide, and pull them back towards my head so my ass was up in the air and easy for the other four strangers -- three gay guys and one lesbian dike - to see me better. Seeing my legs spread high and wide like a cheap tramp's, just made me hotter and I pumped my dick with abandon while shoving the dong in and out of my ass. "Shoot your cream on your tits baby. Cover them in your spunk honey!" Sara urged me. It appears that Sara had been secretly seeing my wife for months and I was beginning to suspect she had helped set up this situation. "Cum for me drag tramp, cum for me," one of the others urged. I didn't need any encouragement. I jerked myself harder. My whole body writhed and twisted as I tried to get maximum pleasure. Ellen and Sara held onto my legs and spread them even wider and further back. "Cum bitch,' the dike yelled. I knew I was getting close. A wave of pleasure began to build up in my lower spine. I felt my hot sperm build up in my balls and start to rise through my cock. I rammed the dong deep into me and arched my back. Cum sprayed out onto the cheap makeup on my face, and my chest as I bucked like wild animal. I felt like I'd never cum so much in my life. Without a doubt it was the hottest, sluttiest sex I've ever preformed for anyone. When the waves of pleasure had finished washing over me, I collapsed on my back. I had just fucked myself in front of five strangers and my wife, on the floor of a gay adult bookstore. I was covered in cum, wearing cheap make up, and exposing my ass to three queers who were getting hardons. How did I end up here, acting like a cheap slutty fag? I'm straight, not queer (although the tattoo around my navel that said "Cocksucking Slut" might make the normal observer think otherwise). And, how was I going to get out of here without being gang raped? The answer to both questions was the same -- a good Catholic girl who carried a 38 revolver and loved to go to adult bookstores. I guess I better start at the beginning. I had married a good Catholic girl, who I found out after getting married, didn't enjoy sex and only believed it was for having kids -- and she wasn't interested in having a family. That meant the only release I had was jerking off to a pile of girlie magazines I had bought at the convenience store across the street. And, that seemed to be okay with my wife Ellen, who knew about the magazines (the store clerk had told her about my purchases). I could jerk off when she wasn't home and she didn't have to worry about me pestering her for sex. That's why I was surprised several years later, one late Saturday night when we were driving home from a baseball game. There was an adult bookstore on the drive home, and for some reason, as we passed by, Ellen commented, "I've never been in an adult bookstore. Let's stop." What the heck, I figured. My girlie magazines were getting stale (we had moved to a new state and since we now lived in a rural area, convenience stores weren't common). This was my chance to take it to the next level. The parking lot only had a couple of cars in it, was dark, and backed by woods. I pulled in and we went on our little adventure. We agreed that we could spend up to $30 apiece on whatever we wanted. What a deal -- I could buy any porn I wanted and it was okay. I had visited a couple of adult bookstores when I was in college and wasn't surprised by what I found here. The building was old and the inside was threadbare. There was a counter running along the front of the store that had novelties like dildos, vibrators, and inflatable dolls. The left hand side of the store had a wide assortment of heterosexual magazines and videos. On the right hand of the store was a small gay section. I went to the hetro section and started looking at the magazines. Ellen followed me and soon figured that that wasn't what she wanted. She wandered off, looked at the novelties and then drifted into the gay section. We stayed for about half an hour. I found some magazines with shaved hotties frigging themselves in the cunt and ass with dildos, vibrators, veggies, and anything else they could find. I loved seeing girls fuck themselves like that. After I had picked my allotment of porn I went over to where Ellen was hanging out in the gay section. A quick look told me that she had found something she liked because she had picked some magazines with guys stroking themselves off. We went to the counter to check out. Ellen had never seen many of the novelties and asked a lot of questions about how they were used. Can you believe it; she had never seen a dildo or vibrator and didn't even know what they were for! I would like to say that we had a wild passionate night, but it didn't happen. Ellen laid in bed and looked at her magazines, while I went into our spare bedroom (I told her I was looking for something) and jerked off one of the largest boners I had ever had. I then went back into the bedroom. However, the ice had broken a bit. Ellen had discovered that some things turned her on. She liked shaved cocks, she liked seeing a man jerk himself off, she liked seeing men eat their own cum, and she liked to see them fuck themselves in the ass. I had no problem with the first desire and shaved my cock and balls the next day. Jerking off in front of her was a little harder, but I learned to like it. She would love watching me get myself hard, while she took pictures with our digital camera. She would even stroke my dick occasionally. The last two requests were too much though. I wasn't about to eat my cum and I definitely wasn't going to buttfuck myself. A doctor had once put a finger up my ass for a prostate exam and I fainted right away. But, Ellen kept pushing me to buy a dildo and buttfuck myself in front of her. When I told her no, she brought up the fact that my porn magazines all had women fucking themselves in the ass. If it turned me on so much, why couldn't I do it to myself? I asked if she would do it for me and she said no. That ended the argument, although she did keep pushing for me to eat my own cum. After awhile, I did become daring enough to put a bit on my finger and taste it. I wasn't getting any more sex from Ellen, but beating off was a lot easier. If I needed to relieve my sexual tension I told her I was going to jack off and asked her if she wanted to watch. If she didn't, I would go into the spare bedroom and go to it. Sometimes she would change her mind and come in to watch the fun. She often brought the camera and had begun a collection of photos of me jerking my meat that she put on the walls of our bedroom. We even bought a new computer printer and photo software so she could make bigger and better prints of me jerking off. She might not like sex, but she had the makings of a serious porn collector. About six months later, Ellen again suggested we go to the bookstore again. This time, she took some time looking at the dildos and again tried to get me to buy one. I refused. However, the thought that she wanted to see me buttfuck myself was beginning to excite me and I had a major boner as we walked out into the parking lot. Ellen took a look at my hardon and suggested that she drive instead of me. "I want to see you jerk that shaved piece of meat for me," she explained when we got in the car. I quickly agreed and lifted my hips off the seat to pull my jeans down to half mast. "No, I want you to take them off." "I can't pull them all the way off, the car is too small," I protested. "I'll have to get out." She smiled, "Then get out and take them off." No one was in the lot, but it was a thrill to get partially undressed in the open. I got back into the car with my dick harder than before. I then proceeded to play with myself -- one hand on the shaft and the other massaging my balls. It was exciting -- here I was naked from the waist down, jerking off on as we drove down highway. But Ellen's had more fun in store. As I was pounding myself, she suddenly pulled into a fast food drive through. "Wait a second! I have to get dressed!" "No chance. You better hurry up and cover yourself." I grabbed my jeans and threw them over my crouch. The way they tented, it didn't take any imagination to figure what was underneath and what I had been doing to myself. My embarrassment wasn't over yet. Ellen turned on the inside lights so the girl at the cash window had no problem seeing that I was naked from the waist down. The cashier smiled, turned around and said something loud to the rest of the staff. From the way she acted, I guess I wasn't the first one to do something like this. When we came to the food window, there were two girls giggling and trying to get a better look at me. Ellen decided to take full advantage of it. "Don't mind him. We just came from a porn shop and he was so hot he had to beat off." Ellen grabbed her magazines and showed them to the girls. Most of the covers showed guys with massive dildos up their asses. "Pictures like these get him hot," Ellen confessed. The girls gasped and started giggling even more. And, my hardon was growing the whole time. There was no doubt about it, I enjoyed being shown off. During the next few months, I became even more of an exhibitionist. We would drive around while I was stark naked and jerking myself -- Ellen helped "handling the gearshift." Sometimes we stopped on remote roads and she would take pictures of me playing with myself out in the open. Then she decided it was time for another trip to a bookstore. We picked another one this time. It was just off the interstate and would occasionally have eighteen wheelers in the parking lot. But, a different store wasn't the only change in the night's entertainment. Ellen had a new outfit for me. She had made a pair of cutoffs for me from a pair of my jeans -- a pair of cutoffs so skimpy that Daisy Duke cutoffs looked like a full length dress. The barest thread went under the crouch and my dick and balls were barely hidden and totally visible if I bent over even a little bit. She had slit the sides and sewn small pieces of Velcro into them, so they could be ripped off with a quick, light jerk. The top was a t shirt that was way too small that had the lower half cut off. Since I was blonde and didn't have a lot of body hair, the skin looked bare, not hairy. I got hot as I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran a lot and my body was trim and hard, with well defined legs. I got excited thinking about how I was going to be showing off that night. Surprisingly, my outfit didn't even draw a second look when we went in. The store clerk and the few customers probably figured that I had lost a bet with my wife. However, those cutoffs were sure causing a problem. It seemed that all the hot magazines I wanted to look at were on the lower shelves and I could only get to them by exposing myself to everyone in the store (several customers kept looking my way). If I bent over at the waist, I was exposing myself to the customers and if I tried to lower myself using my knees, my dick and balls would pop out. And, putting that hard shaft back into those cutoffs was difficult and at one point I nearly pulled the Velcro apart, which would have caused the cutoffs to self destruct and left me stark naked from the waist down. "Hey, come over and look at this!" Ellen called out. I went over to her usual hang out in the gay section. No doubt, she had found a hot guy who was fucking himself with a baseball bat. I was wrong. This store had a shemale section and Ellen had found it. I had never seen a shemale before and what I saw was mind-blowing. This blonde had the biggest set of tits I had even seen, creamy white skin, pouty lips, and a shaved cock that was huge and hard. Boy, was she hot! My dick grew bigger (which I didn't think was possible) and began to peep out of the top of my cutoffs as I flipped through the pages. There was even a whole photo shoot of two shemales getting it on. For some reason, the idea of two guys fucking each other in the ass didn't turn me on, but I couldn't get enough of this. It didn't take long for Ellen to discover my newest fetish. "Oh, so my little boy likes hard cocks," she said in a voice that turned the heads of everyone in the store. "It's just got to be dressed up like a girl." I could see a few of the customers snigger. I should have stopped looking at the magazine, but I couldn't stop. These feminine bodies with the hard cocks were such a turn on. Ellen looked over my shoulder at the pictures and started to rub my dick through the cloth of the cutoffs. "So, this is what turns you on. You want a shemale to buttfuck you, huh? Forget the girls, let's buy these for you." I couldn't say no. I wanted those hot shemales so bad. "I think we better get out of here before your dick pops out and we can't put it back in," Ellen said as she continued to rub me. She made me get a lot of the magazines off the bottom shelves as customers were walking by so they could see me. When she had picked up a good collection for me, she got her magazines -- more guys jerking off and buttfucking themselves. She then put those on top of the shemale magazines and forced me to wait until a couple of men were inline before letting me go up to the cashier. There I was in line, the tip of my hard, throbbing dick showing while holding a stack of gay porn. I was embarrassed and even Ellen had disappeared. "I think its time we get this for you." I turned around and saw that Ellen had a package with a cock shaped butt plug -- a small one -- about four inches long and an inch wide. I was so hot that I didn't care. I just wanted to get out to the car and start relieving myself. As usual, Ellen was going to drive while I pounded my meat. But she had more ideas. We were only just out the door and a hundred feet from the car when she grabbed my cutoffs and pulled. They came off leaving my hard, throbbing, shaved cock pointing at the sky. A car that was pulling in honked its horn and I saw the guy and girl inside looking at me and laughing. Ellen waved my cutoffs at them. "Take off your shirt and shoes." "My shirt and shoes? This is a gravel parking lot." Ellen stopped. "We are not moving and I'm not unlocking the car until you totally strip." I didn't have a choice. Here I was flaunting myself at an interstate intersection with a truck stop just a few hundred yards down the road. Meantime, the guy and girl had gotten out of the car and were watching the two of us with interest. I acceded to her demand and she took my clothes and the magazines and put them into the trunk before unlocking the car. Since I wasn't used to walking around barefoot and the gravel was sharp, it took longer for me to get to the car. In the meantime, Ellen had gotten into the car and had locked the doors again. "Let me in," I pleaded. "I will when you show me that you are so turned on by those shemales that you are willing to jack off right now." "In front of everyone?" "Yes, start jerking. And I want you to tell me and them how hot those shemales made you. When you convinced me, I'll unlock the door." A couple of bookstore customers who were walking out joined the couple. They had seen the interplay in the store and quickly told the new couple what happened. I didn't care by then. I started stroking my shaft and telling Ellen and the crowd how hot their tits and cocks made me. After forcing me to jack off by the car for a minute, she unlocked the door. "Next time you will get a move on instead of taking your time to show off to those customers," she said while waving goodbye to the small crowd. As soon as I got into the car I started wanking myself like a sex crazed animal while thinking about those hot shemale bodies. Unfortunately, Ellen had put the magazines in the trunk, so I had to work myself off with the images that had seared themselves into my brain. I just closed my eyes and pounded away while thrusting my hips in the air to meet the pounding of my fist. I wasn't jacking off as much as fucking my fist. Suddenly, the car slowed and turned sharply. I opened my eyes and saw that we were pulling into a fast food drive through. "Hey, we can't go here! I don't have anything to cover up with!" "You better use your hands." As we pulled through the drive through, I tried to cover up with my hands, but they couldn't even cover my hardon. My shaved balls couldn't fit under my hands either and were visible to anyone who looked into the car. By now I was so hot that I continued to rub myself a bit even as I tried to cover myself. As usual, Ellen turned on the interior lights so the cashier could see me. Unfortunately, the clerk at the cash window was a guy, not a girl, but it didn't make any difference. I was totally exposed, as turned on as anything -- I just had to keep rubbing myself. I didn't care if it was Ellen, some girls or even a guy. That night was a memorable one when we got home. I had to walk in stark naked (good thing we lived in the country). Then Ellen got the camera. I had sworn not to eat my cum or buttfuck myself with a dildo, but it didn't make any difference that night. That buttplug looked hot and I couldn't wait to put it in me. While Ellen snapped away, I pulled out my shemale magazines and impaled myself on that tiny cock. When I shot my load all over my face and body, I scooped it up with my hand and ate it while Ellen kept shooting away. I felt so dirty, slutty, and satisfied that night. I continued to show off, but that wasn't the only change in our lifestyle. Ellen still didn't like sex, but she was showing a lot of interest in different types of fetish pornography. She also had her long hair cut to a short butch style (its cooler she said). She also confiscated my pile of girlie magazines and heterosexual porn and threw it away. If I wanted to jerk off, she said, I could use what was in the house - shemale magazines, her collection of gay porno, and a growing collection of pictures of me jacking off -- so many of them that Ellen had run out of bedroom wall space and had proceeded to tape them up everywhere in the house. There were also several magazines showing women fucking men with strapons that had suddenly appeared. But, I had even bigger adventures coming. Ellen was turning 40 and she had told me that she wanted to go to an adult bookstore for a special birthday present. She asked if I would help make it memorable for her. The day before her birthday, we went out and, per her request, I got my nipples pierced. When I walked out of the piercing parlor, I was wearing two nipple rings and a chain. When we got home she brought some Nair out and asked me to make sure my legs and torso were nice and hairless. It went without saying that I would make sure my cock and balls were nice and smooth too. This adventure was going to be different. Unlike previous bookstore visits at night, she wanted to go at noon. It was her birthday, so I agreed. She had also been shopping at some bargain and second hand stores. She had bought a blonde wig, make up (the cheap kind) impossibly high heels in my size, a fake leather micro skirt, a tube top, and thighhigh black nylons. Showing Off For My Wife's Pleasure First, she brought out an enema kit and said she wanted me to have an enema (that butt plug is getting dirty, she told me). She then started to work on me and my outfit. The results were strange and not what I expected. I didn't look like a woman as much as a cheap drag slut. She made up my face to look as slutty as she could, with heavy eye-liner, loads of mascara, rouge, dark blue eye shadow, and neon bright red lipstick. The micro skirt didn't work because I was too hard and my cock kept shoving the skirt out of the way. Ellen didn't want me to jerk off ("I want to save your energy today") and she didn't want me to wear any underwear. So I ended up wearing my Velcro cutoffs. And, she stuffed some tissue paper in the tube top to give me the appearance of tits. So here I was, wearing red high heels, black thighhighs that stopped about a foot below my cutoffs, an orange tube top (which didn't hide my nipple chain), a cheap blonde wig, bright red lipstick, and makeup that said cheap drag tramp from a mile away. The finishing touch was a temporary tattoo that she applied around my navel that said "Cocksucking Slut." "Where are we going?" I asked getting excited just thinking about what we were going to do. "I found a bookstore about 45 minutes away that's remote. I think you are going to like it." Remote was right. It was about a quarter a mile down a gravel road, behind a seedy bar that had several motorcycles in the parking lot. I was glad Ellen was carrying her 38 revolver. We lived in a "Shall issue" state and we both had permits to carry firearms. Ellen always packed just in case someone wanted to get involved in our fun. Needless to say, I was packing something else and it was throbbing in expectation. The store looked like an old farmhouse and the parking lot held just two cars. "Boy, this place is remote. I'm surprised they get any customers," I said as I got out of the car and onto my heels. "Well, it has a clientele that prefers a little privacy. In this part of the country, kinky people have to maintain a low profile. Don't worry; none of them are going to touch you." We walked up on to the porch and inside into what was once the living room. The walls had displays of fetish wear, whips, and harnesses. The clerk was a woman in her 50s, who had a butch look about her. Ellen greeted her like they had met before. "Sara, here's my friend I was telling you about." "Hi sweetie. What's your friend's name?" She gave my name. "No, not that name. What's his girlie name?" Ellen looked at me and turned back to Sara. "I don't know. You got any suggestions?" She looked at me and thought for a minute. "I got an idea. She went into another room and came back with a magazine. It was an old crossdressing magazine that featured a cheap drag queen named Jennieh. "How about "Hot Jennieh." They look a lot alike, but your friend is a lot hotter," she said as she eyeballed me. Not only did I feel totally exposed, I had a feeling she had a good idea of what was going to happen to me. We were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Two gays wearing lots of leather and chains were walking down the steps. "Enjoy the movie guys?" Sara asked. Then nodding towards me she said, "I want you to meet our new friend, Hot Jennieh. His wife is taking him out for a little fun. Would you like to stay and watch?" "Sure. What's up?" "He likes hard shemale cocks and his wife wants him to get a big dildo and buttfuck himself for her birthday." "Well, I think Bobby here can help a lot. He knows a lot about dildos." Bobbie walked over and looked at me. "So he likes hard shemale cocks?" "He has a whole collection of shemale porn at home. No girls at all. Of course, his collection isn't as big as my collection of guys fucking themselves in the ass. I even have hundreds of pictures of him jerking off, eating cum, and fucking himself with a small butt plug like a tramp." "Yum. Well, let's see what his package looks like. How big does he get when he is hard?" A second later Ellen had ripped my cutoffs off and I was standing there with a raging hardon in front of two queers. "Is that as big as he gets?" "No, he gets bigger and harder when he is looking at shemales." Sara turned around and looked at the desk. 'You know, I have some shemale videos. Why don't the four of you go up to the main theatre upstairs and I'll put on something that will get him real hard. Then he will be ready for a fitting." Ellen told me to take off my tube top, leaving me wearing heels, thighhighs, my nipple chain -- and a tattoo saying cocksucker, that I hoped wasn't going to be prophetic. Then I had to lead Ellen and two gays upstairs to a theatre that had six folding chairs. I started to sit down. "Not you hot babe," Ellen said. "I want you to stand up there." She pointed to the wall opposite the door. "I want you to jack off that clean piece of meat and I want to be able to see you. I know our friends will want to see all of you too." The two guys leered at me. "And, be sure to let me know before you cum. Otherwise I'll have to ask our two friends to get you hard again." The film was short and old. It had a guy in drag and a shemale that wasn't as good looking as the ones in my magazines. However, it was the first shemale video I had seen and with Ellen and the two guys looking at me, I just had an irresistible urge to give them an erotic show. I spread my legs and started stroking while I fondled my balls. "Hmm, I like a man who shaves his balls," one of the guys said licking his lips as he looked at my cock. "I like how they look, I like how smooth they feel when I suck them inside my mouth." That only made me hotter and I spread my legs a bit more and used my left hand to push my balls forward so he could see them better. With an audience, I wanted to make sure that they got an eyeful. I wasn't just jacking my cock up and down; I was doing everything I could to turn myself and the others on. I palmed the head, twisted the shaft with my other hand, slowly then quickly jacking the sensitive skin up and down. I yanked my ball sack to tighten the skin. I opened the slit on the head of my cock and rubbed my little finger in it while my knees jerked me up and down with the overpowering sensation. In a few minutes I was ready to shoot my load and told Ellen. She came over and stroked my dick lightly to keep my on the edge. Then turning to Bobbie she said, "Is that the size we should buy?" "At least. But I bet he could take a bigger one with some practice." After the examination, she told me that I could cum. "But not on us. I want you to lie down on the floor and cream yourself. Then I want you to show our friends what a good cum eater you are." I laid down as I was instructed and proceeded to jack myself off. It was only seconds before I felt my balls tighten and streams of cum came flying out of my cock. As I came, I aimed my stream onto my face and chest. Then as instructed, I scooped up the gooey cream and ate it. "Now, wipe your sticky hands on you nylons. That way, anyone seeing you later in public will guess that you jerked off like a horny tramp," Ellen instructed. We walked downstairs, with me leading the way, my face, chest, cock and legs glistening with the wet cum on them. Rivulets of cum that I hadn't eaten were running down my legs and thighhighs. Two more customers were now downstairs and looking around. One was obviously gay and the woman had a dike look. She nodded at Ellen. "I see our hot little Jennieh was good and came for you. Did you discover what size dildo he needs?" Sara asked. She looked at the new customers and said, "He's in for a dildo fitting. You are welcome to watch." "I'll have to look at his asshole to see how big he can go," Sara said as she came from around the counter. "Bend over, spread your legs and cheeks," Ellen commanded. I pointed my ass to everyone in the room and did what she said. "I suggest a set of dildos and buttplugs -- sort of work his asshole up a bit. That asshole is really tight looking. Also, you want to watch him fuck himself?" "Yes" "Then I suggest a double headed dong. There's enough hand space on the dong for him to fuck himself real well. And, the two of you can use it together. Or you can use it with friends." She looked at Ellen and wet her lips. Sara had piled up the toys on the case and Ellen looked at them and said, "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm going to treat myself. We'll take them all. But I want to test out that double headed dong now so I know how to fuck him later. Sara will you help me pop his cherry?" "Luv to Honey," Sara cooed as she gently stroked Ellen's arm. You are going to need some lubricant and something to clean the dildo. Here, let me get it." My limp, wet dick started to get hard. "You're right,' Bobbie said, "He's looking forward to getting reamed." Ellen told me to bend over a counter and spread my legs. Then with Sara giving instructions and the four strangers kibitzing, she spread lubricant down my crack and worked her finger around my asshole. Just as I started pushing my ass against Ellen's finger, she then turned to Sara, "I think I promised to let you do this." Sara moved behind me and started rubbing my asshole with her fingers. One, finger pushed into my ass and I groaned with pleasure. She withdrew the finger with a popping sound. I pushed my ass back, hoping to feel that finger push into me again. Sara's fingers were soon massaging my asshole again and before I knew it, two and then three fingers were in my hole and I found myself pushing against them to make them go deeper." "I think he wants his cherry busted," Bobbie giggled. Sara withdrew her fingers and I could see her out of the corner of my eye take one end of the dong and push it slowly into my crack. "Come on Sweetie, spread those cheeks for me," she said as she moved it closer to my hole. Suddenly, I could feel it force my asshole open. I winced and braced myself by grabbing the counter. I felt the head push roughly against my asshole and I remembered how I made the butt plug go in easier -- relaxing my asshole so I could take the toy. Sara was breathing hard as she slid the dong into my ass, her left hand reaching around and playing with one of my nipple rings. I gasped and moaned and this encouraged her. She pushed it in deep and I started to rock my hips. "And we thought he was an ass virgin," Sara said. "Watch him sling his ass like a tramp." She then proceeded to fuck me in full view of everyone. As she drove it in, I thrust my hips back at her to take as much of that massive toy as I could. I now knew what I wanted. "Let me assfuck myself for you,' I pleaded to Ellen. "I want to do myself for you -- NOW!" "You have sure changed your mind. Are you sure you want to do it now and in front of these people?" "Yes, let me show them that I'm your hot tramp. I'll do anything." "Anything? Does that mean I can assfuck you like those girls you liked to look like?" "Yes! And, with anything you want!" Sara stopped working the dildo and I turned around. "Okay Hot Jennieh, give us a show that we won't forget -- a show that proves your ass belongs to my sweetie over there," Sara whispered in my ear. I got down on the floor, on my back. I then spread my legs and stuck them up in the air while positioning my butt so I could reach around and grab the dildo that was still sticking out of my asshole. What a turn on. I saw my legs with their stained black thighhighs and high heels stuck up in the air like a tramp. I was pumping my shaved cock with one hand and fucking myself with a purple dong with the other. Ellen and Sara were spreading my legs and forcing my ass in the air so the four strangers could get a good eyeful of me abusing my asshole like a drunken tramp. I loved it. Within a few minutes I was cumming again all over my face and chest. The show was so good, that the spectators clapped. And like a good whore, I started to scoop up my cum to eat it. "No, leave it this time. I want you to have that unmistaken look of having fucked yourself," Ellen said. She then reached into her purse and pulled out my micro skirt. "I think you might be able to wear this now." I slipped it on along with the tube top. Since the nipple chain was long, it showed under the top and only served to highlight the cocksucker tattoo that everyone could see. We left, after telling the other customers that we didn't want to join them at their homes for drinks. "He's got a lot more work before the night is over," Ellen said while winking at Sara. "But I'm sure we'll be seeing you real soon." I hobbled through the parking lot, trying to stay balanced on those heels, while nursing a sore ass. "What did you mean when you said I had more work to do before the night is over?" "That was just the openers for my birthday. You fucked yourself for me just like those girls you liked looking at in the magazines, but I want to fuck you myself. You see, I met Sara at this store months ago and she told me about strapons. I've already bought one, Sara has shown me how to put it on and use it and I intend to fuck you like a girl tonight. You will also learn how to suck my dick." I could feel my worn cock start to stiffen. "But first, we have to get gas and you are going to go inside and pay the cashier before pumping it. I think we need the oil checked and I'm looking forward to seeing you bend over the engine compartment to check it." Then looking at me and my rapidly stiffening cock she said, "I'm thinking that you will have to jack off again even before getting out. And, I want you to leave that cum running down your legs when you get out." Needless to say, the day had only begun. And, it all started with a good Catholic girl who wanted to see an adult bookstore. To be continued...