7 comments/ 183247 views/ 14 favorites A Bargain At Any Price Ch. 01 By: aquamarine77 Christmas memories for most people involve past trips to relatives' houses, that one special gift that topped all others, drinking eggnog by the fireplace and so on. Yet for the past few Christmases these commonplace holiday memories have been replaced by the memories of events of a certain Christmas, about 5 years ago. My name is Gabrielle and at the time that this happened, I was only 21 years old. I was living with my boyfriend Mark (who is now my husband) and we were having some money troubles. Well, I was, anyway. He had a decent full-time job, but I was a waitress. The restaurant cut back my hours that fall and I desperately looked for another part-time job, but there wasn't one that was willing to work around my schedule. Between his paychecks and my tips, we managed to meet our bills and rent every month, with little to spare. Come Christmas, I realized I wouldn't have enough to buy him anything nice - no camping gear, no nice new clothes, no computer gadgets. I had already peeked at his hiding place for my presents and I felt ashamed - what was I going to do on Christmas morning after I opened all my presents and then I had nothing to give him? Christmas was creeping up on me, and I had taken some odd jobs helping relatives pack and move, but those jobs didn't render much cash. Mark was at work one day and it was my day off, and I was in the shower, stressing out about my dilemma. Slowly my thoughts wandered, and I thought about the time I was in a porno shop, gazing at fetish magazines and the like. A creepy looking man had come up to me and offered to buy me whatever I liked, if only I would go into one of the peepshow rooms with him and spank him. I shuddered at the memory. What did I look like, some common whore? I thought indignantly. Of course, I refused the man. Suddenly I had a magnificent idea - I could sell myself! Could I? I thought about it some more. I had seen prostitutes wandering around the bad parts of town, scary looking women with few teeth and hollow eyes. I, on the other hand, was no slouch. Climbing out of the shower, I wiped the steam off the mirror and surveyed what I had to work with. Long, soft, wavy chestnut brown hair, peaches and cream skin, fine, delicate features, a trim, supple 36D-22-35 figure - no, I wasn't that bad at all! Surely I could garner a decent price, far better than the cracked-out looking whores I had seen. I felt a twinge of guilt - I had never been unfaithful to my boyfriend. My mind wandered back to the lovely gifts he had bought me - yes, I would sell myself and that was that. It was already December 22nd, so if I was going to do this, I had to get a move on. I rubbed some sweet-smelling lotion all over my body, followed by little dabs of vanilla perfume here and there - behind my ears, on my wrists, between my breasts. I contemplated for a moment before my closet, and finally chose a white button-down shirt and a short plaid skirt. Although I was 21, I knew I could pass for 15 or 16, and besides, the schoolgirl fetish was big among men, wasn't it? As I drove down to the adult bookstore, I guessed at what kind of man I would end up selling myself to. It would have to be a real sicko for me to find them at a porn store in broad daylight. A portly, middle-class men with a strange fetish, maybe? A wealthy business man who got his kicks from hiring whores? You may find it strange that I thought this through so nonchalantly, but I was by no means a prude. I had never been promiscuous, either - I had slept with a handful of guys, mostly boyfriends, with a only few one night stands. Some of the experiences I had were unsatisfactory, and that was the best I could hope for with selling myself - sucking off a middle aged banker while wearing a school-girl outfit, and walking away with a sizable profit. Nothing too bad, right? I pulled up to the adult bookstore and climbed out of my car nervously, smoothing out my plaid skirt. I strode in and ignored the raised eyebrows from the fruity-looking sales staff. I went straight to the hardcore part of the store -that was my best bet. I glanced around and took stock of the men around me. Some were gaping at me but none approached me. Most of them looked very blue-collar and scruffy - that would never do for what I needed. I pretended to become absorbed in looking at bondage porn and slowly became aware of the smell of aftershave closeby. I looked up. "Hello, my dear. I see we have some common interests." There stood an attractive, middle-aged man, mid to early 40s, with an out-of-season tan and a full head of salt-and-pepper hair. He smiled at me as he said this, showing me a bright white, toothy grin. I looked him up and down - he was obviously a man of means who was trying to downplay his wealth some, judging by his casual dress. Still, everything about him screamed well-to-do - from his Rolex to his Italian-leather shoes. I smiled demurely. "Perhaps". "Tell you what..." He leaned in closer. "I saw you looking at some of that bondage gear over there. I can tell you want it badly, but surely a girl of your age can't afford such things. Well, I happen to have some money on me. Perhaps I can buy it for you. And I think you might have something I want, too." Bingo! Just as soon as I felt triumphant and relieved, the prude in me rushed up and squashed those feelings. I was in the process of disgracing myself, not only myself, but my boyfriend too! Tears welled up in my eyes. "Well, sir...I...I..." I was no longer the saucy little pseudo-schoolgirl he first saw. My shoulders slumped and I began to cry quietly. "There, there!" He patted me on the shoulder. "Let's go get some coffee and have a little chat. I honestly didn't mean to stir you up like this. Come on, what do you say?" I looked up at his face, kindly instead of lecherous now, almost fatherly. I smiled, and sniffling, I agreed. We took his BMW to a nearby coffeehouse. He led me to a table in a secluded corner, ordered for me, and lit a cigarillo. As he exhaled, he patted my hand and said to me, "Now why don't you tell me what's going on? What's a nice girl like you doing prancing around in a porn store dressed like that?" I felt I could trust this man, with his gentle voice and comforting hand on mine. I let my sad story bubble forth. "I need some money to buy my boyfriend a Christmas present! I've never been a prostitute before, but I just couldn't think of any other way to get some quick cash!" He nodded sympathetically. "Well, your boyfriend is a lucky man, that you would do something like this for him. Now, how much do you need?" "About $200. I guess I can't expect as much from just one time, but..." My voice trailed off as I eyed his expensive-looking ring. "I see." He straightened his back and lowered his voice. "Well, dear, I can take care of you, and for just one time. But nothing is free. You will have to do something for me. What did you say your name was?" "I didn't. It's Annette," I lied. Instantly I felt foolish. Nobody of my generation was named Annette. I kicked myself. He laughed. "Annette. Alright then. You will only know me by Alex, understand? Now, I trust that you're on...well, that you protect yourself?" "Yes, sir." I had been on the Pill since I was 17. "That's good. I abhor using condoms." He pulled out his wallet and slipped some bills under the ashtray for the waitress. "Ok, Annette, you are to come to this address tomorrow night around 5. Tell your boyfriend something, lie to him. Of course you wouldn't tell anyone what you're really doing." He smiled as he scribbled on a piece of paper. He slid it over to me and I glanced at it. It was a room number for a hotel, one of the nicer hotels in the area. He continued, "I like what you are wearing, but it really doesn't matter what you wear tomorrow night. Just no panties. Any questions?" I shook my head. He extinguished his cigarillo and stood up. "Alright dear, it's a done deal. May I drive you back to your car?" ---------- I told Mark I was working at the restaurant the following night. I didn't act suspicious and he suspected nothing. I prepared for my first night of prostitution - I shaved my pubic area smooth and even douched, something I rarely do. Alex, as I knew my wealthy benefactor, was a man of taste and should have the best I can offer. I felt slightly proud at having bagged such a handsome, rich man on my first try. I wore the same thing as the day before - the schoolgirl outfit, without panties. I left my long, shapely legs bare and climbed into some high-heeled mary-jane shoes. I did wear a white lacy bra, but left my shirt unbuttoned so far that one could almost have a glimpse at the white lace. Upon arriving at the hotel, I felt a little conspicuous going into such a classy place dressed like that, but the desk staff didn't bat an eye. I found the assigned room easily and the door was ajar. I pushed it open slowly, and finding it pitch black inside, groped for a lightswitch. Before I found it, though, someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth with a rough hand. I didn't even think about screaming, though - I was too stunned and scared to make a peep. When the man who had hold of me realized I was not going to struggle or make noise, he switched the light on. I stared in amazement around me - there must have been almost 30 men lounging around in that luxurious hotel room. There were all kinds of men, handsome, ugly, average looking, slim, muscular, heavyset, tall, short, and every race imaginable. They were also in various stages of undress. Some had their cocks out, stroking in anticipation. Some were simply rubbing themselves through their pants. The man who had grabbed me at first let me go. Finally my eyes focused on Alex, who was sitting in a handsome brown leather armchair in a royal blue velvet bed jacket. He smiled at me. I sputtered, trying to find the right words. "Alex! What's going on...? You didn't tell me about any of these men! Who are they? Is this a joke?" Suddenly I felt scared and more than a little stupid. Prostitutes get killed all the time. Some guys got their kicks that way. At this point, money was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to get away unscathed. Alex rose and kissed my cheek. "Don't be frightened, dear. When I heard your tale of woe yesterday, I wanted to help you. A beautiful girl like you deserves more than $200 for her services. But as I said, nothing is free. You can hardly expect just one person to pay so much for a night with a prostitute. So I called some friends. We will all contribute, that is, if you are a good sport, and you will get much more than your asking price. IF you play along." He added that last part in a foreboding, warning voice, and I knew I would have to play along. It was my best bet, and I had no doubt that if I wasn't a "good sport", these men could gang up on me and mangle me in seconds. I nodded. Alex walked over to the little bar and motioned toward the elaborate glass bottles of brown liquor. "Now, my dear, before we get started, would you like a drink? I think you could use a drink. You look a little bewildered. What's your poison?" The man who had grabbed me when I first entered the room, who I now saw was a large, muscular, handsome black man, took my coat and I sat down on an unoccupied corner of a bed. I looked at all the men leering and smiling at me. Be a good sport, the voice in my head urged. I cleared my throat and managed a smile. I was in this and there was no getting out for now. Might as well have a drink. "Scotch, please." And Alex poured my drink... To be continued! A Bargain At Any Price Ch. 02 As I nervously slurped up my scotch on the rocks, Alex began to explain the presence of so many men during what was supposed to be a sexual-business transaction between only me and him. "You see, Annette, we are a group of men who do not get what we need sexually elsewhere. Some of us are bachelors and don't want to bother with dating just to get sex. Others of us are married to uncooperative, uninterested women. We found each other online mostly, with some additions via word-of-mouth. We do this from time to time - we find a nice young girl like you, who is in some kind of money trouble, and we share her in exchange for a nice dividend. It's a win-win situation. You can trust us - I can't promise you that we care a lick about your pleasure, but you will come away from this unharmed - if, like I said, you are a good sport. Of course, I apologize for not telling you before - I couldn't tell you about this yesterday - you were already so nervous, there was no way you'd agree to something like this." I looked down at my empty glass. The scotch was working its magic, and I no longer felt so unhinged and apprehensive. Still, I wasn't so calmed down that I felt turned on at all. But nonetheless, my drink was gone and it was time to get the show on the road. I looked around me. The men who weren't naked to begin with were removing their clothes. A gentle-looking man with a baby face and a little potbelly came over to me and took my hands. "Ok, sweetheart, stand up now," he said softly. I stood up and he began to undress me. Everyone in the room watched intently. I didn't quite know where to look while I was being stripped in front of all these men, so I took note of my surroundings. I noticed there was a clear plastic sheet spread over one of the beds, and a mirror on the closet door that was directly opposite the bed. There was even a mirror on the ceiling, how strange for a nice hotel, I thought. Alex had seen my confusion and explained, "This is my hotel room. Nobody stays here but me. In fact, I only use this room for these kinds of escapades. I had that mirror put in for fun. You'll see." And he winked at me. Finally I was completely nude and I heard a murmur of approval go through the room. The sudden exposure to the cool air in the room made my nipples harden, and in spite of my slight shyness, I was proud of how perky and perfect my boobs looked. The baby-faced man ordered me to lay back on the bed. I obeyed. He began to bind my wrists together over my head, and attached that cord to the headboard of the bed. Two muscular men, one handsome and one not, kneeled beside me and pulled my legs up roughly. They each held my legs back with one arm, my knees crooked around their elbows, and with their free hands they resumed stroking their cocks, right over me. My legs were spread back so far that my cunt was almost tilted upward, at an angle. I looked into the mirror on the ceiling. I must admit I thought I looked pretty sexy like that, all restrained and vulnerable, with two beefcakes stroking themselves beside me. Alex walked by the foot of the bed and stared at my spread cunt with scholarly interest. He nodded his approval at me. I felt proud - I had received compliments from all my lovers on my cunt. It was all pale pink and sweet-looking, and my vagina was tiny and tight, hardly the size of a dime when unstretched. Every guy I had ever been with swore I was a virgin. I didn't have to wait long for my violation to begin. The handsome black man who had grabbed me when I entered the room came forward. I stared at his dick in disbelief. There was no way he would fit! My hand probably couldn't even wrap completely around it, and it was longer than I thought humanly possible. It looked nearly twice as big as the biggest cock I had ever had. I think I muttered, "oh SHIT" under my breath. He leaned down on top of me and his face was close to mine. He was breathing heavy and trembling, wanting to wrap that massive, magestic thing of his in my soft pink cunt so bad. He pressed his cockhead to me, but he couldn't even get it inside. I was once again nervous, and not turned on and wet at all. "Damn!" He yelled. "This bitch isn't wet at all! I can't even get inside!" The baby-faced man stepped forward and the black man got off of me. "So, she needs lubing, eh? Well... let me take care of it!" The baby-faced man kneeled over my cunt for some time, pumping his short, fat cock in his hand furiously for a few minutes. Suddenly he leaned forward and put just the tip of his penis in my pussy, and spewed. His spunk ran all inside me, coating the inside of my cunt well. Because of the angle of my hips, it didn't trickle out of me immediately. Now, I said before that I had been on the Pill since I was 17. But during that time I had always used condoms too, as extra protection. The sensation of cum inside of me was totally new, and it didn't take me long to figure out that I loved it. It was so sexy, all that warm, gooey jizz bubbling down inside of me, and if I wasn't turned on before, I sure as hell was then. The baby-faced man noted my reaction, my half-closed eyes and my mouth in a silent O shape, and gave me a smarmy grin. He climbed off the bed for the black man took his position again. For the instant that nothing obstructed my view to the mirror across from the bed, I raised my head up and glanced. There was a thick stream of creamy white cum starting to ooze out of my cunt hole. The black man climbed on top of me again. He wasted no time and slammed into my cum-drenched, well-lubed pussy. I think my body might have gone into shock, maybe I blacked out for a minute, the initial pain was so astounding. It was such an invasive feeling, my poor little twat trying desperately to accomodate so much meat. I shifted my hips again and again but it was no use. My vaginal walls hugged his big black cock and convulsed, trying to get used to such violation. I looked up into the mirror - what a sight, that inhumanly wide cock burying into my pussy, that cock that looked even wider than my waist. It was so huge that I swear I could feel it in my stomach, even see a slight stirring when I looked at my taut, flat belly in the mirror. His cock was jack-hammering away, and after a minute or two I got used to the size. Because he was so big, everytime he slammed forward into me my pussy strained and stretched, and I guess this must have stimulated my clit, because before I knew it I was having a tremendous, earth shattering orgasm. The spasms of my cunt milked the black man's cock, which I guess he must liked, because as I launched into my second orgasm I felt his load hit my cervix. He sprayed and gushed so much that his cock was forced out of my pussy a little ways to make room for all the spunk. The feeling of being filled up like that - and by a black man! - would have made me cum again, but the black man was spent, and pulled his member out of me. My pussy deflated back to its normal size. As the black man got off of me I glanced in the mirror again. Cum was bubbling out of my pussy, more than I could have contained, and trickled past my asshole and onto the plastic sheet, in a puddle around my ass. I grinned at my disgraced reflection, satisfied. "I think she likes you!" A hunky blonde guy said to the black man, and they high-fived each other as they passed, the blonde man coming to take the black man's place. I didn't get a chance to take a good look at the blonde man's package, but from the feel of it as he dove into me, he was impressively built and had a slight bend in his cock, which hit my G-spot perfectly. I gyrated with him as much as my restricted position would allow me, squealing and cumming with almost each thrust. The black man decided he wasn't done with me, and as the blonde man had his way with my pussy, the black man climbed on top of my face. His cock was limp now but still bigger than any other man's there. He lowered it into my waiting mouth, muttering "Clean me up now, bitch". I sucked my pussy juice and what little bit of his cum didn't land inside me off his cock until it grew hard. He was nearly halfway down my throat when he suddenly pulled almost all the way out, and came into my open mouth. It was amazing how much there was left in him, and it oozed down my tongue. I was about to swallow when he suddenly said, "Wait! Don't swallow, let's see it." I got it, these men liked to see their cum in or on a girl. It was no use if it disappeared down my throat. They wanted cum bubbling out of my every orifice, so they would have it. A handful of men leaned in around my face and watched, expectantly. I pushed the cum out of my mouth and let it bubble around my full, pursed lips, and it ran down the sides of my face. I felt a little regret that I couldn't swallow it, but maybe later I would secretly swallow someone else's. Apparently I did well, the men around me grinned and pumped their cocks harder, eagerly awaiting their turn. The blonde man, who had been busy pleasuring my cunt with his bent cock, filled me with his spunk too. I felt him jerking and twitching inside of me, and a hot fresh load coated my vaginal barrier. Eagerly I looked in the mirror after he climbed off me and saw that his cum was different from the first man's, which was still bubbling out of me. The blonde man's jizz was thinner and paler, the black man's jizz was thick and heavy and creamy. A mixture of both flowed from my abused pussy. I couldn't wait for the next man. The thought of every man in the room depositing their cum inside me drove me crazy with lust. I wanted more, and there was at least 20 something more men to go. I was a cum slut, and I was glad. To be continued... A Bargain At Any Price Ch. 03 So it continued that way for several hours. A man would fill my awaiting pussy, by then aching and sore but still craving more spunk, and then they would come around to my face so I could clean their cocks off with my mouth. A few men couldn't wait their turns for my pussy, and instead tit-fucked me or masturbated till they came on my tits or stomach. At several points in the night I had hands on my clit, in my asshole, pinching my nipples, not to mention a cock always in my pussy and another one in my mouth. I was in ecstasy. I never dreamed I would enjoy being used and passed around like this so much. The plastic sheet under me, bowing under my weight on the bed, had become a pool for all the cum that spilled out of me, and it immersed my ass and part of my lower back. About halfway through the night, a nice-looking Hispanic man was fucking me solidly, and I realized the scotch I had earlier had worked itself down into my bladder. I spoke to him, "Hey - can you stop for a minute? I have to pee!" He only grinned at me. I fumbled through all the conversational Spanish phrases I knew, trying to find the right words. "Hey - Yo necessito - el bano!" He grinned wider and winked, and kept plowing into me with his thick member. The feeling of having a full bladder and being fucked was pleasant, actually more than pleasant and as I began to orgasm around his meat, I couldn't hold it any longer. My piss gushed forth and because my pussy was still being slammed, some of it sprayed out onto the Hispanic man's stomach. I hoped he wouldn't get angry, but it seemed to turn him on even more, and he came enough in me to sink a steamboat. The rest of my piss ended up in the puddle along with the cum. Alex, the wealthy man who had set up this sordid date, had been watching it all from his leather armchair. Hours passed; and he did not stir. Every other man there had his way with me and more than a few had come back for seconds after they recharged. A few were exhausted and were resting on the neighboring bed. After every man had given me as much cum as they had in them, I was laying there in my puddle of cum and piss, my legs still held back by two men, and I was waiting. I knew Alex had to have a load or two for me, and I wanted it all. I writhed around in my pool of jizz and looked at him. He rose from his chair. "Well, my dear, you have been a good sport indeed. I don't think you will regret it. And now..." He took off his stately robe to reveal a surprisingly fit, toned body for a man his age. His chest was a little hairy and very hard and muscular. His cock stood out from his body proudly, the head of it large and heavy and almost weighing it down. His balls were swollen with cum, and I eyed them impatiently. He motioned for the two men who held my legs to let me go, and I eased my legs down into the river of cum beneath me, not realizing before then that they were cramped. Alex came over to me and climbed on top of me. I had cum all over me - smeared all over my twat, my legs, my tits, even my face and hair. He held me and kissed me gently, and eased himself into my quivering, aching pussy. The soreness only added to the pleasure. Alex was the only one of the men who didn't ravage me; on the contrary he was very gentle, and I almost felt I was being made love to. That was not something I expected to have while whoring myself. A pang of guilt entered my conscience for the first time that night as I remembered my boyfriend, and I wiped it out immediately by reminding myself that it was all for him in the first place. I wrapped my legs around Alex's narrow hips and bucked at him, urging him to fill me up like the other men did. Suddenly he stopped being so gentle and pulled out. With his obvious strength, he had no trouble flipping me over. My wrists were still bound so I propped myself up on my elbows, and hoisted my ass in the air, excited to have a change of position. I felt ounces - possibly quarts - of spunk ooze out of me and plop into the puddle. Cum dripped off my breasts and that landed in the puddle too. My knees were slipping in all the cream and I had to struggle to keep steady. My asshole was well lubed from all the time spent on my back with cum dribbling onto it. Now, I had never had anal sex. I had ventured to stick a few fingers into my ass a few times while masturbating, but other than that, my ass was completely pure. Alex didn't hesitate to take my anal cherry right then and there. It was only a little painful, but I was so turned on I didn't care. As Alex expertly rogered my asshole, I gasped and enjoyed the sensation of being stretched to the hilt in a place I never dreamed I'd be fucked. He leaned over me and I heard him breathlessly throw insults at me, words I wouldn't expect to hear from someone so cultured and genteel. He grabbed my cum-drenched tits and held the full length of his cock inside my asshole, finally giving me my last load of cum for the night. Satisfied that every man in the room had drained themselves inside me and completely exhausted, I collapsed into the cum-piss-puddle (which was more like an ocean by now) as Alex pulled out of me and his spunk dribbled out of my raw asshole. ------- I didn't sleep long, but by the time I woke up, everyone had gone. The cord that had bound my wrists was cut. I sat up and tried to focus on the night's previous events. Did all that really happen? I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. I was a mess. I was covered in jizz, some of it dried, most of it still quite warm because of my body heat in sleeping in it. My formerly long soft hair was caked with spunk. I grinned to myself, remembering the fun I had being the cum slut of those thirty men. Then I remembered how they wouldn't let me swallow any of the cream - plenty bubbled out onto my face, I tasted plenty of it, but it was only a tease, I wanted to swallow it. I scooped up a handful of what was mostly cum with a little of my own piss mixed in and lapped it up like a hungry kitten. I started to get turned on again, and my pussy ached, although more from being empty than from being fucked raw. I got an idea. I positioned myself so that my legs were bent and braced against the wall. My pussy was pointed heavenward. With one hand I spread my cunt lips and with the other, I scooped up handful after handful of that warm, gooey cum from thirty men and shoveled it into my pussy. More and more until I was completely full, just like I was the night before. I pinched my pussy lips shut so that none of the spunk could escape and carefully got on my knees. I was tired of the cum spilling out of me; I wanted the feeling of orgasming with it all still inside me. With my free hand, I took a glop of cum still on the plastic sheet and rubbed it on my clit. Alternating between rubbing my cum-covered clit and my cum-covered nipples, I brought myself to orgasm after orgasm, my pussy brimming over with spunk, until finally my last orgasm was so intense, my spasms forced my cunt lips open and it all flooded out on my open hand. I licked my fingers, savoring the saltiness. I hardly looked presentable, so after my solo escapade, I dashed into the bathroom for a shower. I found a box of douche with a note from Alex - "Wouldn't want your boyfriend to suspect anything" - and I was glad to have it, although it was with much regret that I washed away all that delicious spunk. Oh well, I said to myself, I had fun with it though, didn't I? As I shampooed the dried cum from my hair, I suddenly remembered how I got myself into all this - the money! I had seen no money. No money changed hands. I was angry - they had cheated me, and there was no way I could track Alex down - without a last name, and with probably a false first name! I felt incredibly stupid and after my shower, I ransacked the room - the drawers, the closets, everywhere - and there was no money to be found. Dammit! I had cheated on my boyfriend probably fifty or so times in one night, and I still didn't have the money to buy his Christmas gifts. Tears of shame streaming down my face, I got dressed and went to my purse, which I had left on a table by the door, and opened it to get my car keys out. How shocked I was when I saw it was filled with loose 20, 50, and 100 dollar bills! Amazed, I examined a few and sure enough, they were real. I sat on the clean bed with my loot and counted it. I could hardly believe it and counted it again. Just over $3000. And to think, I had only asked for $200! I must have grinned from ear to ear. I tucked a $100 bill under the alarm clock and left a note for the clean-up maid - "Sorry about the mess". I put the cash in my wallet and turned to my purse again for my keys. At the bottom of my bag I found a note from Alex. "My dear girl, thanks again for being such a good sport. You are a gem and your boyfriend is indeed a lucky man, not only because he gets to have you every night, but also because you go to such lengths to please him. If you're ever in need of extra cash again, you shouldn't have much trouble finding me. Merry Christmas. Alex" That Christmas, Mark did question me on how on earth did I afford such extravagant gifts for him, but I convinced him I had been saving away for it all year, and he didn't press the issue. By the following Christmas, I had landed myself a better job, and have never needed to call on Alex and his friends again, although I wouldn't hesitate to do it if I needed to. I enjoyed being a cum slut, but I can get that from my boyfriend - who never thought to question why I suddenly decided he should stop using condoms forever, but he was all too happy to oblige.