4 comments/ 80295 views/ 27 favorites Fare Exchange By: ddnyhan She entered the hotel room, exactly on time, her sweet feminine fragrance trailing behind her. She was beyond what they'd expected, beyond what they'd dared imagine. About nineteen, blond, gorgeous, five foot six and full lipped, dressed in a slight blue dress with shoulder straps that accentuated her natural slenderness and marble smooth skin. A hooker's dress really, geared to turn heads, or rouse imaginations, in any street or brothel. Which is what this girl did, day after day, to anyone who entered the red lit passages of her realm. The group of businessmen muttered their greeting, quietly stunned and made awkward by the unusually beautiful prostitute before them. They could barely believe their luck. It seemed almost inconceivable that this girl, with her air of innocence, could arrive here ready for the acts of blunt and brutal carnality they had in store for her. She seemed so unspoiled, they wondered if she'd actually cope. The loins of the three men tingled as they gazed at the teenager, each of them fixated on the mystery beneath her skirt, and by how far she'd go. Their response was one the girl had grown used to. She saw it, day after day, in all the clients who, shocked and aroused by her freshness, would then go on and destroy the illusion in her soft teen cunt. These men were the same. They were the ins and outs of her trade. Her young eyes, and body, had taken in so many like them in the ten months she'd been working. Still, she appreciated the way they looked at her. She enjoyed this power she had over men, how she could make them helpless and needy and be desperate for her, while they, in turn, thanked the Lord for her naivety and paid hard cash to exploit her in the full bloom of youth. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. The money made her life easier and, even on days when she didn't find the patrons attractive, the unrelenting involvement in her pussy over the eight hour shifts nearly always brought her to orgasm, often with the third or fourth client. Her months of days and nights at the parlor had taught her all the nuances of being a good whore. She had slowly built her bag of tricks on the jerking hips of dozens of grateful men, their groans and ejaculations teaching her all she needed to know about the opposite sex. The rub of the thumb over a well oiled gland, the spasmodic flick and swirls on a head, the switches in pressure and vacuum on a shaft, the squeezing of the muscles in her cunt or sphincter that made them all moan; the casual, slutty finger up their ass and the cupping of the balls as they came... She'd fine tuned her abilities on a never ending line of cock. Her touch had become velvet. Her sexual talents were already second nature. The tone of her work had been set from the very first day at the parlor, when the manager broke her in, insisting he be the first to try the holes about to be put to constant use in his building. He had sodomized her mercilessly in the backroom, a purposefully rough initiation, so she would be in no doubt about the treatment she could expect. He had come violently in her virgin ass, while her first customer, eager to try the new girl, waited patiently in the foyer and plotted the exact same experience. (Then there was the old man on her second day, straddling her face and shockingly raping her mouth, until his inevitable explosion filled the condom sliding down her throat. He had disgusted her, but it was a feeling she'd soon learned to suppress.) From those shaky first days she had blossomed. She'd been fucked and used continuously, in hotel rooms, cars, in bars, and on yachts, by cocks of all shapes and sizes, becoming used to the slurp of strangers on her cunt and the pounding of anonymous men in whatever hole they chose, until it all became routine, a matter of course, normal even. She was fully immersed in the world of eroticism in which she now existed. And here she was now, looking like sugar couldn't melt in her mouth. ****** The men had flown in from the north for a three day conference. Their briefcases sat around the room, all alike, except one was blue, one was gray, and the other one was black. The cases lay open, spilling pink and white slips of paper. Business to attend to. The cold hard facts. They were a nondescript bunch. Men in shirts and ties, vaguely anonymous, as men in shirts and ties on the lower to middle echelon tended to be. It was very important work they were involved in, but people would walk away from them unsure exactly what it was they did. Something to do with cash and graphs and targets and margins and meetings of urgency with other men in shirts and ties. These men had bonded in their years together, in their long gray office, with the desperation of people forced upon each other, who, as a matter of survival, had to find a way to make it work. They did this with graveyard humor and their too hard laughs; the end of week drinking sessions where they'd gradually let their secrets slip; the nights out at bars and strip joints and nightclubs where they would huddle in a bunch, protecting themselves from the pounding music, and the glowing youth around them who made them feel uncertain of their place. They would cradle their drinks, and guffaw, and sneer, and pretend it was all beneath them. They were slightly disappointed men who weren't quite sure they'd ended up where they wanted to be. Salesmen who, deep down, were afraid they had nothing left to sell. They recognized this in each other, and found comfort and solace in the fact. The oldest of the three was Phillip, who, in his mid-fifties, had been at the company longest. He had made sure to exploit all his seniority over the years and had a well earned reputation as the office bully. Every day he would pick at and harass his underlings, telling himself he was just showing them the ropes, when, in reality, it was the slow and sadistic punishment of a man resentful of their futures and the danger that they could soon leave him for better pastures. The women who had to work with him soon had his number too, and were uncomfortable in his presence. The way his gaze would linger on them, and never at their faces. The way they would discuss details with him, and he would stare at them, not really there, or even really listening. The young female secretaries would stiffen when he lent in too close, self conscious and pulling at their skirts, or at the buttons on the front of their blouse, as they politely nodded, wishing he would go away. Sensing the rejection, the old man would bark and issue orders, then storm off to his desk like he was mad at their work. Phillip never quite got it. He exerted all the power he could in his small, contained world because, for a long time now, the wider one had him beaten. The fact gnawed away at him everyday, but he blustered on like the problem lay somewhere else. His closest friend at the company was Robert - his left hand man, his able lieutenant, his confidante, the second in the chain of command. Vice seemed an appropriate title for Robert, who, with his combed back black hair and comparative good looks, fancied himself as the office lothario. He would delight the old man with his tales of on-the-road conquests and his sordid nights with a stream of loose and traceless women. "Really?" the old man would ask delightedly, hanging on Robert's every word. Robert would buff up the stories for the old man's enjoyment, but the sexual misadventures, fictional or not, soon became their main point of discussion. Along the way they would tend to their pink and white slips of paper, serious and earnest, plotting and scheming as if the future of the free world depended on it. As usual, Willem was there in the hotel room with them. Good old Willem, the eternal third wheel, tagging along like he always did. Curly haired, large, and thickset, Willem was tolerated by Phillip and Robert because he was close in proximity to their age, and because he didn't present a threat. An amiable dolt, the lovable lunk, slow on the uptake and eager to follow - he would toddle along with the pair where ever they chose to go. "Buy us a drink Willem!" "Bring us that folder Willem!" "Go over there Willem!" ...and he would. The others almost felt sorry for their friend and the effort it took him to navigate even the simplest of tasks, but they admired how hard he worked, and, overcome with sudden rushes of compassion, they would slap him on the back or throw an arm around his shoulder and take pity on him, and then lead him even further astray. Still, the dynamic suited Willem. Robert and Phillip showed him places that he had neither the foresight or courage to find for himself, and he was grateful for their guidance. He looked up to the other two and aspired to their sophistication. He felt privileged to dine at their table. The trio traveled together frequently, on sale trips and to conferences, and it hadn't taken them long to discover their shared taste in extracurricular activities. Their penchant for prostitutes brought a dash of glamor and excitement to their lives, a splash of color that lit up the faceless hotel rooms and the monochromatic crush of their days. It was a pleasant perk of the job, a little cream on top, the bonus of the money chase that sometimes wore them down. Whenever they went out of town, hiring a hooker was the part the trio looked forward to most. By a long way. They would sit in meetings, in rooms full of formica, impressing their authority on other men in shirts and ties, while, inside, they imagined what the girl turning up later would look like. Where they would touch her, and what they would make her do. The trio had quickly developed a taste for gang bangs where they could treat their sex with hookers like a team sport: passing the ball around, admiring each other's moves, trying to get one up. Then they'd sit around afterwards over a few post match drinks, reliving the magic and the ways they'd got to score. They liked the girls young, mainly because they'd nearly always be attractive and because they were also less likely to question the various degradations the men imposed upon them. The sessions with prostitutes gave the men back a feeling of power they sensed was slipping away. It also gave them access to a whole range of women who were entirely out of their league. The sex came without the complications that only confused them. A business friend, hearing the group were coming into town, had handed them a card with a phone number written in blue ink on the back. It was a high end agency he'd said, where the girls were stunners and, for the right price, willing to do absolutely anything. Anything. The men arched their eyebrows at this and hurriedly checked their schedules. They'd made Willem make the call to the agency, like they usually did, and he placed their standard order. Young, a teenager, available for groups, and willing to 'go around the world'. "I think we have just the young lady for you," the women on the phone said. "We can have her there in half an hour." "Fine," said Willem, hanging up the phone and smirking up at his mates. The men poured themselves a drink as they waited and the mood between them became bubbly and animated. Half an hour later, to the dot, they heard the knock on the door. ****** The three men smiled and nodded as the young girl before them told them her made up name. They seemed to be in their forties, maybe their fifties, respectably dressed in blazers and ties, even though she'd long learned not to trust appearances. "How are you?" they mumbled. As if they really cared. The girl's cunt still smarted from the attentions of the three customers she'd already seen today. She could feel the patch of stickiness between her legs where their cocks had smeared lubricant as they'd pumped into her and come, one after the other, almost to the hour. She would shower and talcum down there after each session so she would seem clean for the next man, but, at the same time, anyone choosing to take her on the spot - which often they did - would find her slick with the left over wetness and ready for immediate use. She wondered if any of the men here would try that. She lent up against the fireplace in the hotel room, her right leg raised on the hearth, a casual but entirely deliberate stance that lifted her short dress even higher on her thigh. The businessmen carried on with their small talk, but the way they stared while they talked betrayed them. In their minds, they were already taking snapshots. It was hard to believe this casually smiling, stunning young girl would soon be working their cocks. The pleasantries were soon over. "Well..." said the dark haired one. "Here?" she asked. "Yes," said Robert. "Perhaps you could show us what you have brought for us today," he said, smiling, as he pointed to the small, circular wooden table in the middle of the room. "Sure," she laughed, understanding his intention. The three men sat back in the black leather chairs spread around the room, tugging at their zippers, while the teenager kicked off her heels and stepped up to her place on the makeshift podium. Still smiling, and gazing into their faces, the girl began to sway and lower herself, her short dress riding up to reveal her lacy panties, her matching white bra slipping out from beneath the thin straps on her shoulder. She knelt to the table with her right leg splayed, giving the men their first view of her covered mound. It was a cliche pose from a thousand magazines and strip bars she had pulled a thousand time times before, but it always worked. The air filled with a thick sexual tension as the men sat entranced, staring, and kneading their dicks. She looked directly at the oldest of the trio seated in front of her, with his pale member pointed out, and pulled herself into a full, slutty squat. Her dress was now hiked above her waist, as she reached down and, with two fingers, gently pulled aside the panties to reveal the prize they all so coveted. This pussy, that had brought pleasure to so many, now sat displayed in all it's glory for each of the men to see. The generous lips spilled out from above the white fabric as she sat back on her heels, her legs spread, unashamed and matter of fact. How do you like that? The men soaked in her cunt and masturbated. She was completely shaven, except for a trimmed triangle of hair that sat pointing downwards towards the parted slit. One could only imagine the sensations this tender flesh was capable of producing. It was too much. They needed to touch her, and be touched by her, now. They stood up, as one, and moved towards the young hooker, their shafts protruding obscenely from their pants. Willem and Phillip shifted either side of the table, offering the girl their cocks. Her trained hands curled around them, and she began to slowly pull on their shafts below the rapidly reddening heads, like she always did for starters. Both men gasped, reveling in the unfamiliarity of the young whore's touch and her expert grip, their pricks thickening with each new jerk. They knew too, it was only a prelude to the sensations they would soon find inside her. The girl still smiled as she sat, legs askew, wanking the two men in unison. Her cunt sat pertly, exposed above the white panties, almost begging to be fucked. Willem reached out and touched her breast through the flimsy blue fabric as she slowly masturbated him, the same way she was masturbating Phillip. The breath of both men was becoming labored. Meantime, Robert reached around from behind and gently ran his finger along her hairless cunt lips, exploring the soft and yielding center they were all about to enjoy. He wondered how many men had experienced this same thrill, touching her there, so freely and unhindered. The wonder just made him squeeze himself harder. Now she was surrounded, the blond lent back and casually lifted her legs, and, just as casually, took the top of Phillip's cock in her mouth. He gasped, and his back stiffened, as his rod slid along her inner cheek and her wet tongue rolled up to greet it's underside. "Oh yeah," he moaned, as tiny jolts of electricity ran through his dick. Her lips wrapped on the tip that now ached for attention, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. Obviously she'd done this a few times before. The old man held her head off the table so he could get himself a better angle, and pumped upwards, and inwards, with his sensitive first few inches, quietly moaning as his cock was inhaled, and slurped on, and made even more rigid for his impending fuck. He looked down on the surreal sight of the beautiful girl he'd only just met, swallowing his prick. Who'd have thought! Willem, meantime, knelt down and began to prepare her for intercourse. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder as Phillip held the other out wide, completely opening her up. The girl lent back further, sucking, surrendered, entirely complicit, as Willem dragged her panties further along her butt cheeks to fully expose her shaved pussy and asshole. What a view. Willem bent forward, spreading the soft lips with his fingers, and began to lick around the tender entrance they would all soon invade. Long, loving strokes that savored her pinkness - it was probably the last gentle moment she'd get. The leg on his shoulder twitched as the girl moaned her approval. She could feel her juices starting to seep down her moist passage, and out into the saliva gathering in her slit. For the fourth time today she was completely wet. Her eyes closed as she focused on the three points of pleasure; the hand kneading her breast, the tongue shooting sparks across her groin, and the throbbing member - the one about to invade her - swelling in excitement as it poked about in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on it more quickly now, her movement more urgent. Robert stood behind the group, surveying the scene, one hand on the girl's breast, the other tugging at his cock. Phillip was ready now. The little cocksucker had made him rock hard and now he needed to fuck her. He handed her head over to Robert, who shuffled around and placed his shaft by her lips. Robert groaned as he slipped into the very same paradise Phillip had just vacated. The girl reached around and grabbed his hip, encouraging his cock to go deeper as her tongue swished around the top of it, making his butt cheeks clench and tremble. Robert pumped with the ministrations of her hand and became lost in the perfect O of her mouth. This hooker gave a beautiful, and generous, blow job. Robert's pubic hair brushed against her lips as, almost straight away, she allowed him through to her throat. On the other side of the table, Phillip eyed the prize. He reached out and grabbed the girl by the ankles, and, without ceremony, spread her legs wide. Her slick and smooth cunt stared up at him, her panties crudely pushed to the side. He prodded forward, resting his cock briefly on the outside of the slut's wet center, then he pushed down and in, and the slick lips of her vagina parted as the top of his cock disappeared inside her. He pulled out slightly so his tingling glands could enjoy the moment all over again, then pushed forward once more, a few inches this time, effortlessly penetrating the young whore. Five minutes with her and already he was in. Phillip felt the creamy walls of her tunnel encase his cock, and there was a small smacking sound as her cunt wrapped around him. She was tight alright, despite the numerous pricks she'd probably had. God she felt good! He looked up her slim, prone body, and he could see Robert's entire erection disappearing in and out of her mouth. Phillip began the fuck at his end, his hard prick stabbing downwards into the slippery cunt laid out for him on the table. His hands on her ankles whitened as he rocked the girl along the shiny wooden surface to meet each thrust. She placed a foot on his shoulder to let him go deeper. Fare Exchange Willem stood over the scene, his erection poking up purple and raw. He positioned himself so the sucking girl could reach out with her free hand and masturbate him again, which she did, bending her arm back without looking, and yanking much more forcefully this time, her hand pumping in time to the cocks she had inside her. She was working all three pricks now. She could tell by their hardness just how well she was doing. The moans of the men filled the room. ****** Phillip knew, after several minutes fucking, he had to stop or he would come far too soon. He could have easily blown a wad into this sumptuous cunt there and then, but he wanted every part of her, and the others had to feel in here too. He pulled out of her pussy with a plop, and his cock stood triumphant, sparkling with her juices. Thin, clear pre-cum leaked already from the slit of it's ruby head. There was a wet stain on his trousers from where he'd been burying himself to the hilt. "Damn," he said to no one in particular as he contemplated the sodden passage he'd just run through. He rubbed his wet cock with a shiver. He looked up at Robert, who still had a handful of the whore's hair, and nodded. Robert nodded back, and he withdrew from the prostitute's mouth and walked around in front of her, pulling at his jacket and pushing down his black slacks. The blond lifted her leg to greet him, and, without a word, he pressed her other leg hard against the table so she was wide as she could go, and shoved right up her. The girl groaned at the sudden new invasion and settled one foot on the shoulder, just like she had for the first one. Robert's cock immediately found the recesses Phillip had already opened, and he felt his prick snap against the young hooker's cervix on just his second plunge. He stayed there, deep, his whole cock involved, top to bottom. "Oh fuck, that's good," he gasped, as he jerked back and forth in the greased passage. Phillip looked up from where he stood, idly cupping a breast, and smirked. "Yeah it's really fucking good isn't it? Really fucking good." The girl smiled at this, still a sport despite the assault. Meantime, Willem's large cock hovered into view. His was the biggest of the three, and her hand barely went around it as she pulled him towards her. His cock stood at a 45 degree angle, desperate and pumped up by her hand job. It looked like it ached. She took pity and lent over, placed her mouth on the head, and sucked him in through her lips. She brushed her hair back so he could see. Willem pushed upwards and sighed. ****** The group stood around the girl, pumping and stabbing and prodding, until, eventually, it was time to hand her on again. Now Willem should screw her. They stood back for a moment, unbuckling their belts and dropping their trousers. They'd gotten so carried away they'd barely noticed they were still dressed. They still left on their shirts and ties though, like it lent some respectability to the scene. The blond knew she'd need a different position with the curly haired one to accommodate his huge cock, so she took him by the arm and steered him to where she'd just lain. Willem stretched out on the tabletop that was still warm from her body, his stiff cock pointed straight at the ceiling. The girl kicked off her panties so her holes were completely exposed now, and, clad only in her bra, stepped up on to the table and stood over him. Willem took in the freshly fucked slit between her legs and the smell of her sex wafted down. Robert and Phillip stood either side of the pair, trouserless and wanking, and placed their free hands on the girl. Slowly they guided her onto their friend as if they were messengers delivering a rare and precious present. The teenagers cunt and ass eased open as she paused, squatting, only inches above Willem's dick. "Come on," Willem grunted as he reached around and pressed her hips forward, so she began to sink on his penis. Her vagina stretched out as it sucked around his giant circumference. "Yeah," Willem moaned as he felt himself glide into her oily sheath. Phillip and Robert still held the girl, almost tenderly, like fathers guiding a daughter through a difficult journey. But their gesture jarred with the pornography of the scene. The blond whore whimpered as she took the new cock. She would sink just a fraction, then carefully rise up again, the movement lubricating Willem's mast inch by delicious inch. Each time her whole cunt would catch on the massive tool and stretch like elastic, until she backed back down again. Willem was in bliss. The gradual introduction of her box, the way it would linger, over and over, treated every vein and nerve end in his penis. Her hole now swum with a mix of lube, saliva, pre-cum and her own arousal. The pleasure was almost unbearable as Willem eased into the foam. Willem began to slide through the young girl's cunt. Like his friends, he found the grip of her pussy deliciously firm. It was still tight, despite all that use, tighter still on his particularly big cock, and the hard fucking by Phillip and Robert had left her beautifully lubed. Actually, it turned him on to think he was now in the place where so many others had expended their pleasure. Who knows how many had been in there this week? Or even today? It touched his most basic carnal instinct to know that, even with it's beautiful wrapping, this was a hole to be used as a hole. It was a hole dedicated purely to pleasuring his penis. To making it feel good, the way he had just watched his friends cocks feel good in it too. The way it felt so wonderfully good in there, right now. Her hole was everybody's hole. And now it was his hole. Willem drove up into it, spurred on by the thought. The prostitute threw her head back and groaned loudly, banging back down on the man who now completely filled her. Her clit hit roughly on his pelvic bone, popped out, swollen and red, above her slot. She reached forward and grabbed onto Robert and Phillip's cocks, as if she needed them for support, but, really, she was just making sure she kept them going. The girl tugged hard with both hands, as Willem started thrashing up into her. He cupped her breasts as his big cock drove into places many a cock had sought, but few ever found. Robert and Phillip both stared down, transfixed by the hand running on their rods, and began to fuck involuntarily to the same rhythm as their friend. Their knobs smeared pre-cum as they disappeared in and out of her palm. She thought she might come soon. She knew the man below her was getting his fill, but it was actually her directing the fuck. The position meant that not only could she take his entire length, but she was also finding the right angles for her clit, which pulsed on his pubes each time he hit. She was giving him, and herself, a hell of a fucking. Her knees were tucked up almost to her chest as her smooth ass crashed down, over and over, and she clinched onto the stranger, and they moaned, each of them acknowledging the shocking intimacy of their moment to the other. She had to admit that the fat, distended cock rammed right up her felt incredible. Still, in the midst of all this, she was mindful of time, and how she had to keep things moving. She was always aware of the clock. She bent forward, almost doubled up, as Willem raged on, and, shuddering, she sucked up Phillip's cock as it jutted out before her. She formed a circle on the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and jerked, creating a jagged counter rhythm with her mouth. She was sucking him hard now, and the thick saliva roused from her throat by the other cocks was ideal for what lay just around the corner. She made sure she gave the prick a good, wet coating as she prepared it for her ass. Phillip, his rod now sucked out to it's fullest length, took his cue, and grabbed the young whore by the arm, dragging her up off his friend. "Come here!" he snapped. Willem followed the girl up off the table, his chest heaving and his whole cock glistening. That had been amazing. The girl snapped off her bra so she was now entirely naked, and it surprised no-one in the room that her breasts were perfect. But they'd already moved on. The girl didn't like the old man - she could sense his anger and aggression - but she wasn't there to have an opinion. She dutifully took her position standing over him, as he stretched, like a lord, on the table beneath her. She turned her back to him, but only so he could get a perfect view of her youthful and toned ass as she gave it up. Crouching, she sunk once more, and his cock made a target of the manicured center spot of her shaved back entrance. He wasn't going to be gentle or subtle. He was going to give the little slut exactly what she needed, because she could take it, and if she couldn't - tough. Without hesitating, he touched on the wrinkled hole, squeezed through the tight circle, and pushed on through, so, that with one hard thrust, his whole cock went entirely up her ass. The girl groaned at this instant, and pitiless, act of sodomy. Luckily, someone else had already been up there today, so it meant the walls of her anus were stretched and lubricated, but she still rubbed frantically at her clit to improve the sensation. The old man paused with his cockhead parked close to the girl's bowels, letting her know exactly where he was. The teenager whimpered, and continued to grab and pull at her cunt, so the onlooking Willem and Robert could see right down inside her and absorb every raw detail of her anatomy. She was gaping and sticky and red, and her clit stuck out, shameless and twisted, at the top. Further down the passage the men could make out the unmistakable outline of their friend's prick as it rippled through her anus. It felt good now. The girl laughed, almost in relief, and began to bounce happily on the elderly stranger sodomizing her. At least she didn't have to look at him. Phillip held the girl by the butt and hip, and lifted, and pushed, and pulled, like a mad man trying to scratch an itch. The little slut. Yes she was involved - she had him up her ass for Chrissake - but, deep down, he knew that she wasn't. She may be fucking him, but really she was just manufacturing a reward she manufactured all day, every day, for any prick with a thick enough wad to pay for it. The idea of being a small cog, of being inconsequential, infuriated him, and he dropped the tart even harder on his cock. She could feel the resentment through her chute. He was a man with a grudge, and he was going to take this further. "Come on!" he barked again, and Robert knew exactly what the older man was talking about. Robert didn't need any more encouragement, and he threw the rest of his clothes to the floor and climbed right back on board the young blond being buttfucked before him. Her triangle of pubic hair pointed like a road sign towards her two holes. Robert nestled into the sweet perfume of her neck, and plunged once more into the splayed pussy, going in, and over, the cock pummeling her ass. Phillip felt the weight above him shift and, clenching the whore by the butt cheeks, pulled her even wider. He could actually feel the contours of Robert's cock as it pushed in alongside him, and the pressure around him grew stronger. The two men aahed as their pricks met up, like old comrades, through the slick rubber of her walls. The double attack was too much for the girl. All the events of the day conspired to rush up against her in a sudden flash that seared through her groin. She began to come, crying out, as she lay sandwiched between the two men. "Yeah baby, yeah," whispered Robert as her pussy flooded around him. She hadn't come today, so this orgasm was hot and raw, and she stiffened for a good few seconds before flopping like a rag doll as it slowly passed over. Inspired, Robert drove on into the new juices and the briefly limp body. Phillip felt her spasm, and then his friend's fresh layer of energy roll over him, but he didn't care. Her emissions running down over his balls did, however, give him a new layer of grease to work with. The girl soon regained herself. Lucky she was young and had stamina. Ever the professional, she tensed her body again, squeezing her cunt and asshole tight so the cocks inside her had a better feeling to fuck through. The men carried on with their rough double penetration. ****** Phillip had done this with more than once with his business partners. There was no better bonding experience than bonding together in the dumb cunts and asses of whores too young, or dumb, to know any better. Young, dumb, and full of their come... The sense he had become, literally, a tool in the corruption of young women turned him on, as did the fact that the girls were always young enough to be his granddaughter. He couldn't deny the splendor of youth, or what it felt like to feel them being fucked. To witness their sex first hand, with his cock rammed up there alongside someone else. The equal pleasure, the soiling of innocence, the illusion of dominance, the pure sluttiness of them submitting to someone like him and whatever company he chose to keep. He would never get girls like this out in the real world. He pushed even harder up the ass of the one he had here. ****** She could tell the one pulsing in her asshole was getting close. The way it would pause, and buy itself time, before stabbing up again. The tightness of her ass was taking effect. Was that the first spurt she felt on her walls? Indeed, Phillip knew a couple more good slides now and he'd be gone. He sat buried, as the pre-ejaculate seeped from his cock, determined to squeeze out every last ounce of his fuck. He was entirely aware of the more subtle treats of double penetration, so he lay still in the girl and let the cock above him do it's work. He could feel the entire length of the other erection through the thin strip, running up through the cunt hole, and it would press and massage all the way up his own prick until it found the deepest point, and there it's tip would softly hit his. That's what he was talking about. The repetitive connection, head to head, made him shiver, and forced more pre-cum from his already over sensitized point. It was like he was being fucked as well, or that his cock was being wanked on while he committed sodomy. Phillip groaned under the trembling whore, knowing her pleasure. Robert carved his own delights out front, ramming into the girl and at the fresh relief of the walls now squeezed tight by the cock in her ass. He could feel the circular mass curving along the underside of her hole and the swell of it's mushroom head waiting up top. It gave each of his thrusts a delicious new twist. He plowed on, over and over, going to town on the whore, as far up as he could go. The girl just lay there, soaking it up. Even as the two men double fucked her, the young hooker still found time to look up and smile at Willem, who stood by the rutting threesome dumbly stroking his cock. She knew she had to bring this one up to speed with the other ones, because she could tell they were getting close. Besides, she wanted more of the prick she'd had the least and the one she liked the most. Eventually, she pushed at Robert's chest and he climbed off. Phillip's slick cock fell out of her ass, enraged and looking ready to erupt. Willem took the naked young prostitute by the hand and, like a high school senior leading his date to the prom, lay back on the patterned hotel carpet. The girl climbed on top of him, so her legs pressed around his waist, and he sunk once more into the now familiar clinch of her quim. His business tie rubbed along the shaved outside of her well worked passage. He didn't need her ass. His fuck before had been so mind blowing that he was only too happy to finish off in the warmth of the hole that had almost finished him off before. The creaminess of her cunt as he reentered was, again, delicious. It was hotter than before too, testament to the enflamed cocks that had run through it, constantly, for the past 40 minutes. He spread her ass cheeks while he fucked her, announcing her just abused butthole to the room. Phillip would not be denied. He knelt down in front of the young whore and impatiently shoved his cock at her so she could jerk and suck him off while she was being screwed. He'd brought himself perhaps one more minute of glory on this slut, and he planned to use every second. The girl grabbed at his cock and looked up at him, smiling her professional smile. Robert knew he had one more run left in him. He was the sexual athlete of the three, and there was the one last available hole to tend to that would take him to the top. It's dark inviting center winked up at him, an inch and a bit above Willem's cock. Robert squatted into place, almost sitting on her ass, and the girl smiled back at him as he pushed his cock down into her back passage, and immediately started going balls deep. She was used to the cock in there now. Willem's prick bent under the new pressure as it fucked up into it's own clamped hole. His friend's long, searching strokes rained down above him. She had them all in position now. Gentlemen, please start your engines. She turned her attention to the cock in front of her that already had the semen streaming from it's slit, and took it, for the last time, in her mouth. She could taste the sour pungency of her ass as she began to apply her finishing touches. She was an expert at bringing them to the froth. She sucked on the top hard, so she could feel the blood rising on the roof of her mouth, and began to pump with fast, forceful strokes of her hand that began at the base of Phillip's shaft and went all the way up to her mouth, smacking noisily against her lips and the sensitive underside of his tip. Inside, her tongue flashed around, and into, the slit of the pulsing penis, digging out more of it's seeping, salty fluid. Robert looked down over her shoulder as he took her ass, and he could see the unmissable outline of the head of the cock as it fucked, ecstatically, along her cheek. The sight drove him on further in his own heated splendor. There were seconds to go. Dinging their bells on the toll of the hour. The girl closed her eyes, dedicating herself to the task. Her hair was disheveled now, and she looked less like the quiet innocent that had arrived, and more like the wanton whore she actually was. Her blond locks hung in strands around her violently bobbing head, and the slick crevices behind her yawned with desperate and banging cock...as per usual. She knelt on the carpet, smothered by men, triple penetrated, every inch the perfect teenage fuck toy the past ten months had turned her into - the fuck toy they all wanted her to be. The group on top of her were besides themselves now, primal and mindless, conscious only of their crashing slabs of meat being brought to orgasm, together, as one, inside this beautiful young girl. The men whaled away into their slut, frontside, upside, and back. The room echoed with the sound of slapping flesh, as their loins began to boil. Phillip came first. The girl pulled the cock from her mouth as she felt the first hard spurt hit her tonsils, and she continued to rub ferociously, up the sodden length and all over the cascading head. A second flood shot out in response, into her hair and onto her brow. Then a third. Phillip moaned out, fucking the hand, and coming into the mouth. "Yeaaaahhhh ...you little bitch....yeaaahhhh!" She worked the skin of the shaft in a bunch around the head and kept jerking, bringing the old man every part of his relief. His sperm continued to tumble out, into her mouth and onto her jaw. The men still in her watched the cock ejaculating in her hand, and they crashed on harder into their respective holes, frantic for their own moment. And now it arrived. They threw the girl away and rose to their feet together, shaking and groaning, and tugging spastically at their purpled cocks. Fare Exchange The girl squatted in the classic open cunt position of fantasy whores everywhere, the old man's come on her chin, ready and waiting for her second and third loads. Robert obliged, putting his swollen head on her tongue, and, rubbing it just the once on the cushiony velvet, he began to spill. "Good boy," the young whore said as he shot into her mouth, excess fluid spilling off her chin, trickling onto her body, and rolling down over her flat stomach towards the holes that had elicited it. "Good boy," she said again, looking up as Robert shivered over her. But he had his eyes shut tight, absorbed in his orgasm, and wanking all it's remains onto her face. Willem had barely held on. Just in the nick of the time, the young blond girl turned her head towards him, the other men's sperm on her chin, on her cheek, on her nose and in her mouth. Her tongue rolled out obediently, and held. Here was the cock that gave her pleasure. She wanted it to feel good. Willem put his cock to her mouth, like the others, and gave his shaft three small tugs with his thumb and forefinger. A huge glob of cream oozed out immediately, making a perfect line over his tip, onto her tongue, and into the other deposits. His orgasm was deep and intense. The cream kept coming, smearing the entire top of his head, while the girl licked through it, prolonging his pleasure. She swallowed the other come on reflex and made way for more of Willem's thick white emissions. They poured out in tribute to the magnificence of her cunt. ****** Phillip looked on from behind, pantless, his arm lent up arrogantly on the fireplace. He'd squeezed the last vestiges of sensation from his now wilting cock and his interest had disappeared with it. The blond teenage prostitute still knelt on the floor, covered in their semen, and still holding Willem's just spent member as his heart pounded visibly in his chest. But she looked smaller now, diminished, no longer the goddess they'd pumped her up to be. Phillip thought of how the woman from the parlor had sent her at four, because of another booking at six. He thought derisively of the waiting john, who was probably sitting back at the bar of the parlor already, his cock tingling in awe at how badly he'd fuck her. "I think you should go now," Phillip snorted, "I'm sure we all have more work to do. I hear you have, anyway."