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Suzi at the Auto Show

By: Jackson Blacke



Suzi had never even been to an auto show before, never mind modeled at one. But the three-day assignment sounded simple enough. Dress sexy. Hang around the cars. Attract the attention of every male within 300 feet. Then let the salesman take over. She knew she could do the first three. She was willing to try the fourth.

She had chosen her tiniest bikini, the one that kept getting her kicked off public beaches up and down the coast. (Of course, by the time she had to leave, she always made the acquaintance of a few horny studs willing to escort her.) The top's two tiny pink triangles barely covered her nipples, leaving her bronze areolae leering out around the edges. Over this she threw a cropped, puffy-sleeved, white blouse that was so sheer it was almost invisible. It was obviously more for decoration than coverage or warmth. The bikini bottom was cut so low it exposed the provocative new tattoo, where most women have pubic hair. The two-inch red heart was engulfed in pink flames and inside it was a lacy lavender arrow pointing straight down. The string sides of the bikini bottom rose up over her hips where they were tied in large, tempting bows. Whatever fabric there may have been in the back disappeared quickly between the taught, round cheeks of her ass. On her feet she wore bight pink, fuck-me-right-here-right-now pumps with 5-inch stiletto heels.

The show was supposed to begin at noon, but Suzi arrived at 11:30 to get a feel for the day. The salesmen and manufacturers' reps who worked the show were arriving, but there were still fewer than 100 cars in the Exhibition Center parking lot. Suzi could have parked close to the entrance, but she decided to get out of her car some distance away and walk across the lot so the guys who were just arriving could watch her. She strolled toward the entrance like a fashion model on a runway, using a slight cross-over step which exaggerated the motion of her hips. The dainty click-clacking of her heels on the concrete drew their attention and her knockout body held it like superglue.

Suzi looked like pure, ravishing, sperm-spurting sex. She was of average height, but seemed to be almost all legs. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm and perfectly round. And her slim waist set them off and made them seem larger than they really were. While she was not skinny, she was fit and her muscles firm. She had cock-stiffening curves without having baby-fat bulges.

Her facial features were strong, provocative and stunningly attractive. The high cheek bones and bee-stung lips gave her an exotic look. She had recently gone back to being a blonde and, this morning, she wore her thick flaxen hair parted and pulled back on the right side, held in place by several small, brightly-jeweled clips. The front was teased up until it crested like a wave and spilled down over the left side of her face, nearly obscuring that eye. Suzi favored this style because, being left-handed, that was the hand she generally used to grab a guy's cock when giving a blow job, which meant that the right side of her face was against his body. Having her hair pulled back on that side kept it out of her way.

As she slowly strutted across the pavement, she casually allowed her blouse to slide off one shoulder and half-way down her upper arm, draping over the small, fashionable, pink-with-white-piping handbag she carried snugly under her arm on short straps. It was the kind generally preferred by streetwalkers because it's so hard for a purse snatcher to grab. 

She exchanged suggestive glances with every man she passed and flirtatious words with many of them. Her path took her within a few feet of a tall, good-looking, muscular black guy who was leaning against a white Mustang, watching her intently. She gave him a small smile, then glanced down at the impressive and fast-growing bulge in his pants. Without breaking stride, she gave him a little pout, as if to say, Poor baby.

"I'm William," he grinned. "Nice Tattoo." 

"Suzi," she replied. Then, eyeing his lumpy trousers again, "Looks like someone believes in love at first sight," and walked past, locking eyes with a gorgeous blond hunk standing near the doorway. She wet her lips with her tongue, raised an eyebrow suggestively and went inside. 

Suzi loved to play the slut. She loved to tease the boys and see the agonizing lust she could kindle with just a look or a gesture. It turned her on and, as she approached the entrance, the leering and coquettish banter was wakening the first warm tingling of sexual arousal between her legs. 

In the hallway leading to the main exhibition space she slipped into the ladies room to check her make-up: glossy bright pink lipstick, dark eye-liner to accent her huge green eyes, blue eye shadow on the lids, a hint of green underneath and outrageously long false eyelashes. Her fingernails were long, sharp and carefully painted with pink and lavender diagonal stripes. Large sparkly, dangly earrings, a big, colorful plastic bracelet and a choker made from wide, lacy pink satin ribbon with a large heart-shaped lavender stone completed her best tramp-on-the-prowl look.

Leaving the ladies room, she walked to the end of the hall and looked into the immense open space where the car show was to take place. It was big enough and high enough to accommodate a three-ring circus the last time one was in town. But today it was partitioned off with low, movable walls. Each exhibitor seemed to have a display area and a small semi-private office area. Suzi had no idea where she was going, except that she was looking for Dual Exhaust Motors, a local luxury car retailer. She paused, searching the room, hoping to see a sign for the company or a map of the exhibition area.

"Looking for something, beautiful?" asked a deep voice behind her. She turned to discover William, the swelling in his pants grown even larger. 

"I'm the Dual Exhaust girl," she purred in answer. 

"What a coincidence," he drawled with amusement. "That's my favorite kind of girl, and my favorite kind of car and that's where I'm headed right now. Actually, I know the guy who works there. Lance, his name is. It's over there, to the left," he said pointing. He hesitated for a moment. "I work over there," pointing straight ahead. "For an after-market custom parts supplier," he added, then paused again. "After you," he finally added.

Suzi knew he wanted to be slightly behind her so he could ogle her shapely undulating butt as they walked. But she was feeling increasingly lustful with each passing second and she had something slightly more physical in mind. She gently took his left hand in her right and intertwined their fingers, pulling him smoothly to her side. "Show me the way," she murmured, feigning shyness, then looked up at him with a sweet smile that made his knees wobble.

As they wound their way through the hall, male heads swiveled on all sides. Suzi heard a dozen rude but very flattering remarks, each one making its own small contribution to the fuel firing her increasing passion. She gave up her grip on William's hand and wrapped her arm tightly around his waist. He draped his over her shoulders, softly clutching her upper arm. 

By the time they arrived at the Dual Exhaust display area, her nipples were so stiff that they lifted the teensy triangles of her bikini top completely away from the surrounding flesh, making them look like tiny, slutty umbrellas. The nearly nonexistent fabric of her bikini bottom rubbed pleasantly against her engorged clitoris with each step. She knew without looking that it would be a large and easily noticeable lump under the sheer cloth.

The area allocated to Dual Exhaust Motors was partitioned off and showcased three convertibles, varying from a red sports model to a big white luxury edition, all with their tops down. 

"Lance?" called William.

"Back here," came the reply from behind a partition at the rear of the area, "in my so-called office." 

Suzi reluctantly let William loose and, adopting her sexiest saunter, rounded the partition to meet Lance.

To Suzi's delight, Lance was the blonde hunk from the parking lot. She knew immediately that she would have to fuck both William and Lance, probably at the same time and certainly more than once.

Lance was facing Suzi, his butt perched on the near right corner of a small desk. He was leaning on his left hand while reading some papers he held in his right. His legs were splayed widely forward and bent at the knees. When he looked up from his reading and saw Suzi, his jaw dropped slightly and the papers slid out of his hand and floated to the floor, but he didn't move. As she slowly approached him, he stammered: "I'm L-l-lance."

She didn't answer him until she had stopped, her face a foot away from his, her legs straddling, but not touching, his right thigh. She held her arms behind her back, thrusting her stunning breasts forward even more than usual. "I'm Suzi, your Dual Exhaust girl," she cooed. 

Lance found himself completely flummoxed. His eyes wanted to drink in Suzi's sweet sexy face. However, they also needed to leer at those magnificent mammaries. And then there was the ultimate goal, the inviting, provocative cleft between her thighs, which equally demanded his visual attention. But she was standing too close for him to see all three at the same time. The result was that his eyes bounced comically from one to the other leaving him momentarily paralyzed and speechless. 

Seeing his dilemma, as well as the growing tumescence behind his zipper, Suzi smiled compassionately and asked, "Am I coming on too strong, handsome?"

He shook his head slowly, then finally remembered to close his mouth. "Nice ta-tat-tattoo," he stuttered, staring at her nipples.

"I am moving a little fast, aren't I, darling," she said softly and, taking his right hand in her left, she pivoted gracefully on her left foot, sat up on the desk next to him, legs slightly spread, and leaned against his shoulder, squeezing his hand in hers. When she saw William, who had stopped near the partition, she winked at him and spread her legs a little wider. The slender crotch portion of her bikini bottom disappeared between the swollen lips of her cunt, but still covered, without hiding, the hard protrusion of her clitoris.

William ambled over to the desk and leaned against the left side, behind Suzi and at right angles to Lance and her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"A little late to be inquiring," shot back Lance.

"Relax, honey," whispered Suzi, nuzzling his neck and stroking his cheek with her left hand while, with her right, she felt for William's zipper. "There's plenty of me to go around," she added. "You know what they say: 'Two's company; three's a sandwich.' " 

Lance, who had been watching, fascinated, out of the corner of his eye, as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, turned toward her.

"It's okay, sweetie, you can touch them. They love being touched." And she started gently nibbling on his lower lip. 

Just then, she found William's fly and, with a soft whirring, expertly pulled it down. That, she thought, is just about my favorite sound in the whole world. His cock sprung out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box, and she grasped it firmly, realizing for the first time how long and thick it really was. She groaned quietly in appreciation and anticipation. William's answering groan of pleasure was substantially louder.

"In fact," she continued to Lance, momentarily suspending her smooching, "my breasts are so sensitive that I can cum just from having them touched or kissed."

Lance took up her invitation and, brushing aside the insignificant patch of fabric pretending to cover her left nipple, he began to tenderly roll it between thumb and forefinger.

"Aaaah Uuumm," hummed Suzi.

"Lance, my man, I think we need to find out if this girl's telling you the truth," suggested William, turning to lick a small circle around her areola, then spiraling inward to her nipple. 

As Suzi's eyes closed and the throaty sounds of her growing sensual thrill became louder, William took her nipple between his lips and sucked delicately. On his side, Lance began to lick her rigid breast tip and flick at it with his tongue while gently kneading the breast itself with both hands. Meanwhile, Suzi had freed Lance's stiff love shaft from his imprisoning pants, and her ardor jumped several notches when she discovered it was just as enormous as William's

"You're not really going to make me cum like this, are you?" Suzi whined coyly, while stoking a massive sex stick with each hand. "My pussy and ass need to be stuffed. My clit needs serious attention. It's not fair. I only said I could cum just from having my breasts touched, not that I wanted to," she complained unconvincingly. Lance shut her up by pressing his open mouth firmly to hers and thrusting his tongue deep inside, while gently continuing to stoke and squeeze her breast and nipple with his fingers. 

"Think of it as a scientific experiment," William offered. "I heard there's some guy at MIT working on how to do this. Maybe we can get written up in Scientific American........or The National Enquirer."

Suzi enthusiastically returned Lance's tongue attack. She loved to kiss. As profoundly slutty as she was (and proud of it), she was also a hopeless romantic. She was perfectly capable of fucking a dozen guys over the course of a couple of hours, and being deeply in love with each of them, sometimes several at once, for 15 or 20 minutes apiece. She frequently remarked that, "Every good gutter fuck should begin and end with a tender kiss."

She now pulled away from Lance, grabbed William under the chin and lifted his mouth to hers. She began greedily nibbling his lips and wildly fencing with his tongue. Lance returned his mouth to her bosom, carefully rolling the rock-hard nipple between his lips, while William began a manual massage of the breast on his side.

Suzi's throbbing, quivering clit announced her approaching orgasm. "Come on guys," she pleaded. "That poor little girl between my legs is crying for attention. She's begging to be stroked, rubbed, kissed, sucked, petted, caressed, fondled....or something."

There was no response from he boys except their continued attention to her gorgeous and exquisitely sensitive nipples.

"Well, if you won't do it, I guess I'll have to," she said in mock petulance, and let go of William to reach for her own crotch.

Continuing to stimulate her tit with his right hand, William used his left to intercept Suzi, quickly grabbing her by the wrist. Gently, he pinned her hand to the desk behind her. "I don't think we should let her do that, Lance, do you?" he asked.

Suzi thought to herself, No, no Br'er Fox, don't throw me in that there briar patch, but responded by releasing her grip on Lance and reaching for her aching clit with the other hand. Lance imitated William and, with token resistance and minimal force, captured her arm and immobilized it behind her.

Suzi briefly pretended to struggle, but her orgasm was now so close that her eyes soon narrowed to slits as her head lolled from one side to the other. 

"No screaming when you cum," instructed William. "Everyone can hear everything in here and we don't want to get in trouble. And, we don't want to have to gag you."

"God you're cruel," she whimpered, unable to suppress a little smile. 

As her orgasm rose, crested and rolled over her, she slid slightly forward so that her feet reached the floor and her sharp spike heels dug into the carpet. The tang of sexual ecstasy exploded repeatedly from her clit and shot through her body. Her ass lifted off the desk as her body stiffened, and for about 20 seconds, she pumped her hips forward and back as if trying to fuck the empty air. Her clit pulsed and twitched visibly under its thin covering while her bloated cunt lips opened and closed like a hungry mouth. A spoonful of viscous liquid seeped out and drooled down the inside of her thighs. But she bit her lip and mostly muffled the prolonged grunts, moans, groans and cries of her vigorous climax.

When she was done, the men helped her back up to a sitting position on the desk. 

"Thanks guys," she breathed quietly. "That was even better than I thought it would be. It should hold me for awhile." She rearranged her skimpy outfit and began to climb down off the desk. "I guess I should get to work," she announced briskly. "Lance, honey-pie, would you show me what you want me to do?"

Lance looked stunned, but William called her bluff. "See ya later," he sang, then hopped to his feet and reached down to stuff his still rampant ebony spear back into his pants.

Suzi was pretty sure he was counter-bluffing, but not sure enough to take the chance. She surrendered her pretense instantly and dove face first for his manhood. Before William could struggle the huge cock behind his zipper, it was in her mouth. His hands dropped away from his crotch and his fingers spread in pleasure as, in one smooth, quick motion, Suzi fell to her knees and swallowed the rigid 11-incher to its base. Her lips pressed against his pubic hair and balls, forcing him to bite his own lip to stifle a howl of delight. She held him there for 20 seconds or more, managing to keep eye contact with Lance most of that time, sliding William an inch out and an inch in, squeezing him with her mouth and throat, until she came up for air and for Lance.

She didn't have to wait long. Lance's big cock was in her lovely face as soon as she pulled off William, and in her mouth a deep breath later. He slid quickly down her throat. 

When Suzi turned 14, her older sister had taken her aside and announced that, although Suzi was too young for "real sex", it was time for her to learn how to give a decent blow job. She showed Suzi to how to suppress her gag reflex by practicing on kielbasa. The lesson turned out to be a short one however as, on the first try, Suzi easily took the long, fat sausage all the way down her throat and held it there, without choking, for ten seconds. It was the last time anyone ever tried to teach Suzi anything about sucking guys off.

After administering to Lance to the same pulse-quickening mouth therapy she'd given to William, she paused for a moment, gripping one huge cock tightly with each hand, pumping slowly up and down. She looked up at the men and smiled seductively. "That was only an appetizer, boys. If you want me to actually blow you, it's going to cost..... $5,000.....each."

"Shit," groaned William. "I meant to stop at the ATM this morning but I frigging forgot." Then, turning to Lance, "Can you cover me, man?" 

Lance hesitated, then realized that neither of them were serious and answered, "Uh.....Sorry. Left my wallet at home."

"Damn. Guess you boys will just have to owe me....Fucking deadbeats," she grumbled, then set about inhaling William again. As she did so, she saw a tall, thin, balding man step around the partition and into the office. 

Suzi locked eyes with the interloper and began an extra-vigorous mouth message on William, who seemingly lost the ability to speak and just closed his eyes and began a continuous low moan.

"Aww, Frank, what the fuck are you doing here?" grumbled Lance.

Frank didn't even hear the question. He was first flabbergasted, then mesmerized by the sight of a dazzling blonde on her knees in Lance's office, dressed in the skimpiest outfit he'd ever seen outside of a girlie mag, deep-throating William's enormous black pecker. 

"Fraaa-aaank.......oh, Fraaa-aaank. Earth to Frank," called Lance.

"Oh..yeah.....oh, um...I....um....I heard these strange noises from my office next door and came over to check it out.....But, more to the point, what are they doing, and who is she, and why is she doing that with him, here?" demanded Frank, though he obviously already knew the answer to at least one of his three questions. However, in spite of his seeming indignation, Suzi could see from the growing protuberance in his trousers that he was responding to her in exactly the same way as almost every other man she had ever met. 


Suzi at the Auto Show



Without taking her eyes off her new admirer, she made a show of slowly sliding William's long, rigid love stick out of mouth. Then, without standing, turned to face Frank, let her pink tongue play across her lips, raised her arms to fluff her hairdo (and show off her tits) and huskily answered his second question. "I'm Suzi, Frank, the Dual Exhaust Girl."

"Nice tattoo," he replied.

"Join us, Frank," she invited. "The more, the merrier....for me, anyway."

Frank started slowly toward the threesome, undoing his belt and pants button as he approached. Suzi made little kissing motions with her lips as she watched him. He was just reaching for his zipper as he stopped in front of her, his fly about six inches from her face. Suzi grabbed his wrists and slowly moved his arms to his sides. She looked up at him and then inclined her head to one side and teasingly opened her mouth over the bulge in his pants without touching it. She looked him in the eyes again, then cocked her head to the other side and repeated the sensual torture. Eventually, she leaned forward and, still holding his hands to his sides, began to nibble and lip-massage his now rock-hard prick right through the cloth. "Hope your wife won't mind finding my lipstick on your crotch," she muttered. But no one understood her because her mouth was full of pants and penis. 

After tormenting him for another 20 seconds or so, she grasped his zipper with her teeth and slowly, expertly pulled it down. "Little trick my mother taught me," she said proudly. When she let his hands free and pulled down his pants and shorts, his cock jumped out and straight into her mouth as if it were spring-loaded. It was pretty big, probably nine inches, but no match for William or Lance. She wolfed it down in a single swallow and Frank began to tremble. His hands grasped randomly at the air, his thighs, hair and cheeks, before finally settling on the sides of Suzi's head. His legs twitched and his eyes rolled. 

Nice to have your talents appreciated, she thought. 

Suzi was now in a familiar and well-loved situation: surrounded by male flesh and stiff meat. Her nipples and clit were hard and her cunt was still dripping. She shifted her mouth back and forth, from one of the boys to another, sometimes taking two in at the same time, and always using her hands to keep the attention any guy who was not between her lips at the moment, while gazing deeply into the eyes of whoever was.

The sex-fire in Suzi's loins was building rapidly again. Popping her mouth momentarily prick-free, she gasped, "Lance, dear, see that chair over there?" nodding in the direction of a folding chair next to the desk. "Be a love and bring it over, would you please?"

Lance, whose pants were down around his ankles, obediently shuffled off to retrieve it, then shuffled back and set it down, then moved in front of it, hoping to regain his place in Suzi's throat.

"Sit," she commanded sweetly and shoved him back so that he fell heavily into the chair. 

She had been sitting back on her pink spike heels, but now lifted her shapely ass to get her mouth into Lance's lap.

Seeing a welcome opportunity, William slipped around behind Suzi, kneeled down, pulled her bikini bottom to one side and positioned the distended head of his dusky girl-pleaser, slippery with spit, against her tight ass hole. He had planned to ask her whether she'd like to get ass-fucked. But, as soon as Suzi felt the fleshy pressure on her anus, she automatically relaxed her sweet sphincter and pushed backwards. As she did so, she quickly pulled her mouth off Lance's love stick and gasped in pleasure. Before William got to ask anything, his cockhead was fully into her delectable bum.

So instead, he teasingly asked a different question. "You really love getting fucked up the ass, don't you, you little slut?"

"Shut up and jam it the rest of the way in," she answered demurely, then added with mock indignation, "I'm not so little," and went back to her oral ministrations on Lance and Frank. 

So William did as he was told, but not quickly. He rocked back and forth gently, entering her rear door a little further each time. Suzi took up his rhythm, moving back when he pushed in and forward when he withdrew. Not only was her sensitive brown-eye itself a source of erotic stimulation, but William's thrusts and retreats caused her labia to rub over her stiff love bud. Her groans of pleasure, though muffled because her mouth was full of Frank or Lance or both, grew steadily louder.

Having been erect since he first saw her in the parking lot, William felt his carnal fever approaching the point where he could wait no longer for the release of his pent-up passion. 

Suzi was in nearly the same state. Her clit was pulsing and vibrating with sensuous excitement, and her pussy was loudly demanding to be crammed full of man meat. She knew she had to cum soon.

Just then a female voice came loudly over the exhibition center PA system, "Okay folks. Five minutes to opening. We've got a good crowd waiting outside already. Let's give them a good show."

Suzi had her own announcement. "Time to do it," she declared huskily. "Stay with me, stud," she croaked over her shoulder to William. And gripping his one-eyed woman pleaser firmly with her sphincter, she stood up and straddled Lance's lap, pressing his tall tube-steak against her dripping snatch. 

"Welcome to rapture, honey bunch. We'll be going there together," she sighed. Then, with William still embedded deep in her rectum, she threw her arms tightly around the blonde stud's neck and, kissing him fiercely, slowly impaled herself on his lust lance. When he was in to the balls, she grabbed Frank with both hands and gulped down his girl choker as if she hadn't eaten in a week. Her lips were pressed hard against his body, turning and twisting her head a little to keep his cock moving deep inside her throat. 

Lance and William fell into a pattern of long, slow, alternating strokes. When one would advance into her, the other would retreat. She could feel their passion pestles grinding against each other though the thin membrane separating her two love tunnels. William cupped her twin beauties in his hands and squeezed sensuously every time he thrust. Lance's pubic hair rubbed repeated against her stone-stiff lust-button. 

Suzi's head was spinning deliciously. The overwhelming, surging, throbbing pressure in her over-stimulated clitoris told her that the fuse was lit and her bliss-bomb was about to go off. She was pretty sure the boys were all there too.

Lance's big joy stick was so swollen it threatened burst at any second. The aching ecstasy spread through his loins and he began to accelerate his rhythm in anticipation of the biggest orgasm of his life. 

William was getting frantic. His black behemoth had never been so steely. He could no longer follow Lance's pace and began stabbing Suzi's bum wildly. He was the first to cum. He shut his eyes tightly as blinding flashes of bright light seared his brain and bursts of exquisite pleasure coursed through his whole body. 

Feeling William's love gun pulsing in her sensitive asshole was all it took to push Suzi over the edge. She started skewering herself on Lance at an uncontrollable rate. She trembled spastically as her clit expanded to fill her entire universe and then burst like a Fourth of July rocket into a 30-second shower of sexual euphoria. 

If her mouth had not been stuffed full of Frank's meat, her shrieks of joy would have echoed around the Expo Center. As it was, she issued a long series of deep, rumbling, strangled sounds: "uuuuummm mmmmmfffffff ffffffffaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaa aaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiii iiiinnnnnnn nnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnn nnngggggggg gggggggg gggaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuu uuuuuuuu uuuuuuoooo ooooooooo ooooooo ooooogggg gggggggggg ggggggguuuuuu uuuuuuu uuummmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeff fffffff ffffffffffff ffffffffffffffff ffffeeeeee eeeeeee eeeeeeeee eeeeeeee."

Her muted shrieks sent sonic vibrations humming through Frank's fierce hard-on and set him off to plaster her tonsils with hot jets of thick goo. Simultaneously, Lance finally let go and started spurting his sticky love juice deep in her womb. The new stimulation of the two guys cumming in her at the same time spurred Suzi to an immediate, second mini-orgasm, like the after shock of an earthquake, lasting another 10 seconds. 

Lance had bitten his tongue and, like William, had enjoyed his climax in relative silence. But Frank had not been so careful or so quiet. They all scrambled to get dressed as quickly as possible in case someone came to investigate the noise.

It was easier for Suzi than the boys. They had to pull their pants up, or back on, and fasten their belts, etc. Suzi's bikini had just been pulled aside, not taken off, so she only had to rearrange it. 

In fact, Suzi almost never took all her clothes off for sex. She was firmly of the belief that a partly dressed, or more accurately, partly undressed, girl was always much sexier than a fully naked one. And it was one of her guiding life principles that she never took her high heels off, except when she swam or showered and occasional when she slept. She had made only one exception to this rule. When she had her appendix out at the age of 20, the doctor refused to allow her into the operating room wearing her 7-inch, spike heeled, platform mules with leopard skin uppers. She had been furious, but, eventually, she gave in to the pain. 

As they feared, Frank's loud enjoyment of the best blow job he had ever had attracted attention. Just as they were all dressed and the opening of the doors was announced over the PA system, a beefy security guard swaggered around the partition and stopped to inspect Suzi and the three men, then Suzi again, then the office furniture, then Suzi some more. Finally, Lance broke the silence. "Help you, officer?" he asked.

"Had a report of loud noises. Someone crying or something," the guard answered.

"That would be blubber-baby over here," William said, nodding in Frank's direction. "We were moving the desk and he dropped it on his toes. He's okay, though."

"Really, that's it, huh?" he said, obviously unconvinced. He inspected Suzi one more time. She smiled, batted her eyes and locked her hands behind her back, as if handcuffed. "And what's that drooling down your chin, Miss.....?"

Oh shit, she realized, I forgot to wipe Frank's cum off my face. "I'm Suzi," she answered, "The Dual..."

"She's our model," interrupted Lance. "And she's been sneezing. Probably allergic to something in here," he added, wiping Frank's cum away with his sleeve.

"Probably catching a cold. Not much coverage to that outfit," the guard scowled.

"You can mentally dress me with your eyes, if you'd prefer," she smiled engagingly. "What do you want? A micro-skirt? Skin-tight Capri pants?....Overalls? You have my permission to imagine me wearing anything you want." But he was a man. His uniform pants were beginning to tentpole and she was pretty sure he liked her just fine the way she was. 

"I may have to keep a special eye on this quadrant today," he warned gruffly as he turned to leave. "Nice tattoo Miss Suzi," he said over his shoulder. 

Frank scurried off. William turned to Suzi and grinned sheepishly. "I noticed that cum on your face, but didn't say anything because I didn't want you to wipe it off. It's a real hot look on you. In fact, I should invent a kind of makeup that looks like that. Except it, you know, solidifies so it stays there. Not permanent of course, but for the day. Drooling out of the corner of your mouth and down your chin, with a big, stingy drip hanging off. Hookers would love it, Strippers would buy it too. Maybe I could give my girlfriend some. Nah, she wouldn't wear it. Probably get real pissed at me for even suggesting it."

"Better go, Billy," said Lance, and William started for the other side of the exhibition floor. "Remind me to burn this shirt," he added to Suzi.

"Bye," William called to Suzi. "See you later."

"You'd better," she called back. "You're my best boyfriend."

"Hey, what about me," protested Lance quietly.

"You too, of course, silly boy," she giggled.

Lance gave Suzi a minute to run to the Ladies Room to clean up and then took her out front, where he showed her a few brochures about the cars, suggesting that she look through them when she had a free moment. He reminded her that her job was just to look good, attract the guys and keep their attention until he could swoop in and make the sale.

Then he held her arms and warned her, "And you can't fuck every male who comes in here. In fact, you can't fuck any of them. I have to sell some of these things. I need the money. We can't get kicked out. So be good. Please." 

Suzi let her chin drop just a little, and pouting her prettiest pout, she looked up at Lance from under her long lashes and murmured, "I'll be good. I promise."

And she was good. She was very good. Mostly.

She never did read the brochures, though. Suzi knew nothing about cars and only cared about three things: 1. Where do you put the key? 2. Which pedal makes it go and which makes it stop? and 3. Is the back seat a good place to make out? On the last question, she was something of an expert.

Suzi did her job well. She kept herself visible and every heterosexual guy over the age of 12 who passed the Dual Exhaust Motors display came in to look at the cars and ogle Suzi out of the corner of his eye. Most of them tried to hit on her, too. She was friendly and polite and smiled a lot, but she repressed her natural inclination to flirt with every guy she saw and accept three quarters of the propositions which came her way. 

The unremitting masculine attention, of course, aroused her intensely. But she knew that, if she allowed herself one innocent peck on the lips or one small caress, she could quickly loose her self-control. And if she didn't, the men certainly would, and, either way, she would soon be crushed by an unstoppable mob of sex-crazed males, which might not be all that bad, except that they'd be thrown out of the Expo Center, Lance wouldn't make any money and she'd never get another chance to model at a car show. So, although the flood of male customers offered the severest temptation, she kept her hands, lips and other organs to herself. And Lance sold a shitload of very expensive cars. Sometimes there were guys lined up five or six at a time, leering at Suzi and waiting to give Lance down payments. 

Luckily, she had brought her favorite vibrator with her, and took frequent "bathroom breaks" to hum herself to heaven every time she became too aroused. (Actually, luck had little to do with it. She never went anywhere without her 'lectric lover and a couple of spare batteries. In fact, her chichi little handbag had been custom designed to be exactly the right size to carry her vibrator, batteries, makeup kit, ID, a little cash, a few credit cards and two pairs of dry panties. It and five others, all made from the finest leather and identical except for the color scheme, were gifts from the CEO of the high fashion company which made them. He and Suzi had briefly been very good friends in some very upscale places at some very odd hours.) 

It also helped to get Suzi through the day that she fucked Lance three times on their dinner break. She found herself growing kind of fond of him.

But she did let her guard down just once, just a little, when two guys came in who were too gorgeous to let go. One was a red-headed Irish kid. The other was an American Indian with waist-length, thick, black hair pulled back in a sort of long, macho ponytail. They were both in their mid-20s, tall, muscular and very handsome. Her clit started twitching as soon as she saw them. They introduced themselves as Brian O'Shillelagh and Johnny Thunderstick. She knew immediately she needed them to shove their man-meat into her. The only question was when. Her clitoris screamed, Right now! But her head argued for later and, for once, her head won. So she told them she was off duty at 9:00, let them know she'd be open to some kind of social activity at that time and hurried off for a "bathroom break".

Unfortunately, Brian and Johnny, handsome as they might be, seemed a little weak in the time-telling department. They wandered back to the Dual Exhaust area at about 8:30. The crowd had thinned out and, when they arrived, Lance was just taking the only other customer back into his office to fill out a sales contract. Suzi tried to shoo them away, but they smiled their stunning smiles and walked slowly toward her. She noticed with a thrill that the crotches of their tight blue jeans were already bulging obscenely. She tried to retreat, but they backed her up against the white convertible and surrounded her, Brian on her left and Johnny on her right, not touching her, but standing so close Suzi could feel their hot breath on her flesh.

"Come on, dreamboat," Brian wheedled quietly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're breath-taking and heart-stopping. You're bewitching and dazzling. You're an instant hard-on for every guy who lays eyes on you. And you know that, don't you? And you love it, don't you? But me, I love you so much, I wrote you a sonnet, and it's trying to burst out of my pants right now. I love you so much, I composed you hymn, and there's a verse on each of my fingertips, ready to sing all over your precious body. And I love you so much, I wrote you an ode. I've got it in my mouth, eager to recite on your sugared lips and your luscious nipples and your hard, hard, little clit." 

As Suzi squirmed, her almost-naked body glowing warmly in response to Brian's beguiling seduction, Johnny placed his hand delicately on her flat stomach, just above her adorable little navel. "Nice tattoo", he said. 

"Oh Johnny, you silver-tongued Casanova!" Brian said admiringly.

Suzi shivered and her nipples popped out like miniature champagne corks. She leaned back with her rounded ass and the palms of her hands pressed hard against the cool metal of the car, legs slightly spread. Johnny gently pushed his index finger into her navel and slowly, tenderly began to finger-fuck it.

"Look at you," Brian continued, leaning even closer and moving his face down next to her ear. "That's what you need, isn't it? To have all your sweet holes poked and prodded. You're on the verge of an erotic melt-down," he whispered. "But we all want the same thing, the three of us. Johnny and me want to fuck your brains out. And you're going crazy fantasizing about us doing it, aren't you? You're dreaming about fucking us both at the same time. You're such a slut-goddess that you need two at once. You're such a slut-goddess that you need it up the ass, don't you? Don't you? I mean you need it. Tell Johnny you need it up the ass. Go on, tell him."

As Brian whispered in one ear, Johnny nibbled the other. The Indian's lips then slid slowly and sensuously down her neck, past her shoulder and across her tantalizing breast. Using his tongue to push to one side the microscopic piece of cloth which didn't really cover it, he found her stiff nipple and began rolling it gently between his lips.

Brian kept whispering, "Should I fuck your ass? I'd like that. Or should Johnny? I know he'd like it. He told me so. Do you know what he said? Nothing....because Johnny never says much. But I could tell from the way he looked at you that he wants to stick it all the way up your ass. And I mean allllllll the way up." As he spoke, he placed his hand gently below her navel and slid it slowly down into her crotch, past her tattoo, under the fabric of her bikini bottom and found her firm, pulsating love stub. He put one finger on top of it, pressed down gently and rotated it in a slow circle. A soft moan rose from deep within her and she reflexively spread her legs a little more to allow him easy access. The more Johnny and Brian touched her, the more sharply the aching throb between her legs demanded that they keep on touching her.




Suzi at the Auto Show



Suzi loved putting herself on display and seeing the response it provoked in men. She found it profoundly arousing, and it usually resulted in the repeated penetration of multiple orifices. Today had been a full day of showing off her drop-dead sex appeal and knowing that every man who saw her wanted to fuck her blind. It had also been a full day of returning that desire without being able to act on it. The combination had created in her a vast, demanding reservoir of unsatisfied carnal need, which she had already kept at bay for hours, and now had to find a way to deflect for another 30 minutes or so. 

She closed her eyes tightly, but all she could see was the bulging jeans which barely restrained the rock-solid slabs of fuck meat she needed so badly. She tried to tell Brian and Johnny to stop, but the words stuck in her throat. She bit her lip and groaned loudly. She imagined her hands glued to the shiny metal of the car behind her, but it took every shred of her frayed self-control to keep them away from the zippers of the two men. 

Brian was still speaking softly in Suzi's ear, "Do you know how big Johnny is? Do you have any idea? He's big. He's very...very...big. Why don't you just reach over and feel that boner in his pants. I don't mean stroke it or anything. Just touch it and feel how big it is." Now he stopped talking momentarily and applied his mouth to the nearest nipple. His free hand was caressing the back of her thigh, working it's way up. She hotly imagined his fingers might find their way between her ass cheeks to tease her hungry ass hole. Meanwhile, Johnny was doing the same thing on the other side. 

Every few seconds Brian would abandon her breast to coax her with quiet enticements. "God, you're gorgeous. I could cum just looking at you," he murmured. "I'm almost cumming now, but I want to know what your magnificent centerfold mouth feels like on my cock. I want to see your bright, fashion model lipstick streaked along my manhood from top to bottom. And I want to make you cum too. I want to make you cum a thousand times. I want to fuck all of your slut-goddess holes over and over." 

Suzi had never been talked to orgasm, but she was beginning to think that Brian might be able to do it. Her fingers, still pressed hard against the car, were now quivering and twitching with the effort of keeping her hands off of the two handsome young men. Finally, when she could feel nothing but the tingling, pulsing pleasure pangs of her feverish loins, she knew she could resist no longer. 

"Yessss, yessss, I need it. I do need it. I do," she hissed quietly. "I need it up the asssss. I need it in my sssssweet pusssssy. I need it now. I need it here. I need it real, real bad." Slowly, eyes still tightly closed, she lifted her hands from the surface of the car to reach for the zippers she had longed to open for what seemed like ages. 

Just then, Suzi heard a strong male voice no more than 10 feet away: "You okay ma'am?" 

Her eyes flew open and she saw that three tall, well-dressed black men had entered the sales area and were standing nearby, staring at them. Brian and Johnny jumped back. Suzi settled her hands back on the car and didn't bother to rearrange her scanty outfit. She looked the three newcomers over carefully. They were all very good looking. 

"These boys weren't forcing unwanted attentions on you, were they?" asked the closest. (It was awhile before Suzi got their names. In the meanwhile, she mentally referred to the speaker as "First Stud" and the other two as "Second Stud" and "Third Stud".) 

On one level, Suzi was relieved to be saved from breaking her promise to Lance. But, on a far more fundamental level, her disappointment at having to stop just short of getting the beejeesus fucked out of her by two strong and very attractive young men was bottomless. She was equally conflicted about what to do next. Take this as an opportunity to break loose from the spell that Brian and Johnny had cast over her? Or pick up right back where they had left off? The appearance of three more captivating hunks made the latter alternative pretty compelling. Being unable to decide immediately, she determined to follow a compromise course for now and put off the decision until later. 

"Yes, I'm fine," she smiled. "These gentlemen are um....interested in buying one of these excellent vehicles and I was about to show them some of the features." There was no way he would believe that, but she didn't really care.

First Stud took in Suzi's jaw-dropping beauty. On a scale of one to ten, he thought, she's about a twelve and a half. He obviously knew she was lying, but recognizing the raw lust in her eyes, and now reassured that he and his friends had not walked in on a rape, he decided to play along. "Maybe you could show us, too. We were just talking about maybe buying one of these."

"Whaaaat?" cried Second Stud. "Were not."

"Shut up, ass hole," explained Third Stud. 

"I'm sort of an expert in automotive back seats," Suzi began, "and I was just about to show this gentleman the advantages of having such a large one." She opened the rear door to climb into the back seat. Brian jumped in behind her. She sat down and demurely crossed her legs. He sat down close beside her, their thighs pressed tightly together.

However good her intentions may have been, Suzi had now put herself in position where she had absolutely no chance of fending off Brian's advances. She had spent the better part of her teenage years in the back seats of hundreds of different parked cars. She still found herself there frequently. But, compared to the Toyotas and Tempos of her youth, the leather upholstery, plush carpet and cavernous space of this car made it seem like palace of sensual delight. And, as soon as Lance sat down next to her, old habits and the fond memory of every backseat tryst of her past completely blew away the last shreds of feeble resistance. 

Suzi put an arm around Brian's neck and, looking up at the other four men, began a mock sales pitch. "Say you're on a date with your girlfriend and you want to stop and neck somewhere...." Brian turned toward her and began to tease her hard nipple with his tongue while sliding his hand into her crotch. She enthusiastically uncrossed her legs and leaned back as he began to roll her rock-hard clit between his thumb and forefinger. "Just h-h-hhhhop in the back and look how mmmm-mmm-mmmuch room you have," she groaned, spreading her legs even wider. 

Suzi stopped trying to talk and deftly pulled Brian's zipper down, popping his big girl-basher out of his pants. It was easily a glorious ten inches. At that moment, she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her whole life. She stroked it lovingly a few times with one hand while grabbing his wrist with the other to encourage his manipulation of her bliss button.

The other men gathered closer around the car, but did not try to participate. Suzi sat up and turned toward Brian. Putting her right knee on the seat and her left foot on the floor, she grabbed his rigid manhood firmly with both hands and began to pump it energetically. He growl-grunted loudly with deep pleasure and his back stiffened. "Keep it down, Lover boy," she said softly. "We don't want to attract Security now, do we?" He gripped the seat edge tightly with his right hand while trying to continue rubbing Suzi's clit with his left, but he was becoming increasingly uncoordinated. 

After a few more forceful strokes, Suzi let go and began to use her mouth. First, she licked his stone-hard shaft from top to bottom and back again several times. His arms and legs began twitching and moving spasmodically. She ran her tongue around the base of his now-purple head. He gritted his teeth and grunted, quietly and rhythmically. Then she nibbled on the very tip, massaging it with her pink lips until he reached out and grabbed the back of her head with both hands, applying enough pressure to let her know exactly what he wanted. Slowly, to the delight and amazement of the watching men, she swallowed the whole length of his fuck stick, her lips opening and closing as if they were walking down the shaft.

Her mouth had barely reached the base of his cock when his climax burst with explosive force. Suzi sucked as hard as she could while his hot spunk shot powerfully into her throat. She repeatedly pressed her lips firmly against his balls and pubic hair as his body convulsed with a depth of pleasure he had not previously imagined. She put her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. 

When he was done, Suzi lifted her head and, despite her own urgent need to get fucked immediately, let him slide out of her mouth with slow drama so the other guys could get a good look. Although she had swallowed as much as she could manage, his cum-coated prick still dribbled thickly as it came out. And, just as Brian had imagined, Suzi's glossy lipstick had left pink streaks down the length of his shaft and a bright ring at its base. As the cock-head popped out from between her enticing lips, the last drops of his cum drooled down over her chin and dangled there like slutty jewelry. William would have approved.

"Gotta get me some of that," First Stud whispered, which was exactly the effect Suzi had intended. 

As Brian stumbled awkwardly out of the car, Suzi pulled a small tube out of the handbag still slung over her shoulder and quickly reapplied her lipstick without wiping away Brian's lewd decoration. "A girl's always got to put on her best face when she's selling cars," she smiled and turned her gaze to Johnny. "Now, Mr. Thunderstick, if you could assist me, I'd like to demonstrate some more of the wonderful things you can do in the backseat of this fine vehicle."

Johnny didn't bother to use the door. He vaulted into the car and was beside her on the seat in a heartbeat. In another, he had his pants and shorts down around his ankles. He was as big as Brian and as hard as Elkhorn.

As she began to stroke and lick his wahoo-wiener, she paused a moment and asked, "Now, now, Mr. Thunderstick, what makes you think that this demonstration requires you to remove your clothing?" As desperate as she was to cum, she was enjoying the teasing pretense too much to stop. 

His reply was to grab her under the armpits and pull her up to straddle his lap, facing him. "Good answer," she said, almost to herself, and pulled the crotch section of her bikini off to one side so she could position his big, pussy-pleaser between her love lips. She then commenced to playfully swing her hips in a small motion, forward and back, just enough to slide his swollen head along her sopping wet slit. Every time it brushed her firm lust stub, a jolt of erotic electricity shot through her entire body that made her fingers convulse and her eyelids flutter. Ecstatic in the knowledge that she was on the verge of rapturous release, she leaned forward and pressed her open mouth against his and began to kiss him passionately. His response was to grip her upper arms tightly and pull her down, slowly but inexorably transfixing her on his rampant man-pole.

As his stiff meat slid into her, Suzi broke off the kiss and barely stifled a cry of intense pleasure. First Stud saw her predicament and remarked: "I don't think this girl's inclined to be very lady-like. In fact, I think she's disposed to be rather vocal about her pleasure. And then what will the neighbors think.

"Hey guys," he called to his friends as he climbed into the front seat, "let's get us some privacy here. Hop in and put up the top and the windows. Let's see how soundproof this wagon is."

So Second and Third Studs clambered into the front seat and did as First Stud had suggested. 

By the time Johnny was fully embedded, Suzi was well into her first orgasm. She began jerking up and down, spiking herself repeatedly on Johnny's big spear, and digging her nails into his back. The pain was probably the only thing that kept him from cumming immediately too. Johnny was not disposed to make a lot of noise under any circumstances. And, miraculously, Suzi still had enough self-control to suppress her need to let the world know how much she was enjoying herself. 

First Stud climbed over the seat and undid his pants. They slid down to reveal a gigantic black cock. He was even bigger than William or Lance. If Suzi could have seen it, which she couldn't because her eyes were squeezed shut with orgasmic euphoria, she would have instantly fallen deeply in love with him. 

First Stud considered his options and decided to join Johnny. He pushed Suzi forward so she was bent at the waist. She complied eagerly because she knew another cock was on its way. As her climax began to wane, he carefully eased his huge sex-stick into her cunt beside Johnny's. It had been awhile since Suzi had enjoyed a double vaginal fuck and the realization of what First Stud was doing and the piercing pleasure it caused spurred her immediately to a second climax, overlapping the first. Rapture rolled over her again like a tsunami.

Suzi began to shriek her rapture so loudly that she startled herself. "OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" But, by now, the top and windows were closed. Brian gave a thumbs up sign to indicate that very little could be heard from outside.

To get the maximum effect, First Stud picked up Johnny's rhythm, so they shoved their cocks in together and withdrew them together. For Suzi it was like getting fucked by King Kong. She briefly wondered if Fay Wray ever had this much fun, but the thought was quickly lost as her third orgasm burst like a napalm bomb in her gut and fireworks in her brain. 

When Suzi was finally done moaning and wailing, she was left panting and gasping for air. She turned her head to speak breathlessly to First Stud: "Two things: First, I need to see that wonderful thing you've been pounding me with. It must be enormous. And then, as amazing as it's been to be fucked by two extraordinary cocks in my cunt, I told that guy outside that I really, really, really needed to get fucked in the ass, And, you know what, I really, really, really wasn't lying. Do you think you could slip it in for a second and do me that little favor?"

First Stud slid his prodigious pussy-pestle out of Suzi's dripping love tunnel. Johnny continued to passionately jab her luscious cunt, and the friction on her engorged lust button was already pushing her relentlessly toward yet another orgasm. First Stud moved around to the side to proudly show her his pitch-black pile driver. 

Suzi's eyes became as big as green apples when she saw it. The sight suddenly pushed her soaring sex fever up several more degrees. "My sweet heaven, it's stunning. It's gigantic. Have you got a girl friend? Wanna go steady? I think I'm in love........and I think.....I think.....I think I'm going to cum again." Her voice, which had been raising in pitch, now took on a new urgency: "Quick, shove it in right now! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Do it!!!" 

First Stud quickly jumped back behind Suzi and pressed the knob of his dark cudgel against her pouting, supersensitive anus. Reflexively, she immediately pushed herself back onto the shaft, taking him half way in. "All...the...way", she screamed hysterically and First Stud did as he was told without hesitation. Suzi's fourth and biggest orgasm swept her away on a tidal wave of rapture. She was bathed in a sea of sensual delirium. It went on and on and on, as did Suzi's need to tell the world exactly how she felt about it. "OOOOOOOOO OOOOOO OOOOOOHHH HHHHHHH HHHHH SHIT SHITSHIT AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAHHHH HHHHHHHH HHHHHHH HHHHH HHHGODAAA AAAAAA AAAGGGGG GGGGG GGGGGHHH HHHHHH HHHH YYYYY YYYYYEEE EEEEE EEEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEESSSSSSS SSSSSSS SSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSS"

For the next 30 seconds Johnny and First Stud continued to pump away at Suzi and she continued to climax frantically. Finally, the two men couldn't stand it any longer and gave in to the need to spray their sperm powerfully all over Suzi's internal organs. When they were done, Suzi's orgasm finally gradually subsided and a big grin spread over her face. She expected to be physically spent, but she wasn't. She wanted more. Her need was no longer so desperate, but it still burned like a hearth fire, a warm expectation of pleasure yet to come.

Johnny and First Stud had collapsed on the back seat. Suzi turned around into a sitting position between them, her legs wide-spread and man-juice running out of her orifices and onto the upholstery in small streams. Brian, who had fetched a roll of paper towels from the Men's Room, opened the car door and tossed some to Suzi, who mopped up the seat and dried off her crotch. She resumed her sales pitch. "Another unique feature of this outstanding vehicle, gentlemen, is that the specially treated fine leather seating will not be stained by bodily fluids of any kind."

As Johnny and First Stud pulled their pants up and stumbled out the door, Suzi addressed the two men in the front seat. "Gentlemen, let me show you another advantage of this spacious back seat. You sir, hop on over," she said, grabbing Second Stud by the hand. He eagerly did as he was told, and Third stud followed. They sat on either side of Suzi and the three began making out. She unzipped their flies and pulled out their love missiles. The men were, of course, already rock hard. They weren't as big as First Stud, but they were sizable, about the same as Johnny or Brian.

Suzi kissed amorously with first one, then the other. Their four hands were all over her, touching her nipples, stroking her neck, her arms, her cheeks, her thighs and between her legs, probing her pussy and her asshole with their long, thick fingers. 

She loved being pawed by men, and the more of them, the better. One of her favorite fantasies was being fondled by a mob of twenty or thirty men, so many that every inch of her body was in simultaneous contact with male flesh. Suzi's hands were all over Second and Third Stud as well, but mostly on their big, black cocks, stroking them, squeezing them, teasing them. 

Suzi's nipples and clit were, once again, rock hard and standing up stiff and tall like cute, kissable little soldiers. The men untied the bows of her bikini bottom then, one holding the front and the other holding the back, they pulled it back and forth, sliding it against her clit and between the lips of her cunt. They rubbed the smooth, flimsy cloth of her sheer blouse against her breasts and nipples.

"Enough of this foreplay stuff, let's do it," grumbled Second Stud. "We've been waiting and watching a long time. I can't stand any more."

"A man after my own heart," cooed Suzi. Then, going back to her sales pitch, "Just lie down on this seat, sir. You're obviously quite tall. I can tell you from personal experience that a man of your stature could never do that in any other car." It was true. Bending at the knees, one foot on the floor, he could just squeeze himself in. Suzi sat down on his stomach, her back to him, then positioned the bloated head of his black cock between the cheeks of her ass. Lifting her butt and his rigid penis up, her weight on her elbows and feet, she caught the cock-tip in her asshole and pushed it in just a fraction of an inch. They both gasped in delight. "This something like what you had in mind?" she asked. 

"That's exactly what I was thinking of," he answered. "You must be a voyeur." He shoved his prick another fraction of an inch up her ass and they both groaned dreamily.

"You mean 'clairvoyant', baby doll," Suzi said, slowly sliding another inch down his pleasure-pole. They sighed and moaned with mutual bliss. 

Suzi grabbed Third Stud by the front of his shirt and pulled him over for a rough kiss. She grabbed him behind the neck and pressed hard against his mouth. Second Stud gently caressed Suzi's perfect breasts and began working his thick boner in and out of her exquisitely snug rectum, going in a little further with each stoke.




Suzi at the Auto Show



Pulling away from Third Stud's mouth she haltingly told him, "I've....got an......impor...tant job for........you." Holding his hard rod in one hand, she leaned back and placed her left foot against the side window for leverage. She then pulled Third Stud's cock toward her waiting mouth, while turning him around and pushing his head down toward her crotch with the other hand. "Suck on......my....clit," she said and then put her head back and slowly swallowed his long boner. He began to grunt his joy, but Suzi muffled him by pressing his head back down against her crotch. He rolled her joy buzzer between his lips and began to work his fingers into her vagina. First one, then two and three. 

First Stud came back into the car and climbed into the front seat to watch Suzi and his friends. Although she was writhing and twisting with arousal, she liked First Stud and didn't want to pass up an opportunity to tease him. She let Third Stud's cock slip from her mouth momentarily and asked First Stud, "You back?....Ya know,.....didn't your....mother teach you - AAGGGHH [Second Stud began sucking on her clit] - that it's rude.........to fuck a girl without - OOOHHHWOOOHH [A deep push up her ass from Third Stud] - properly introducing........yourself? - UUUNNNNNHHHH [Second Stud sucking harder]."

"She might have said something like that," First Stud conceded. "But I think she also taught me that it's not considered civilized to conduct a conversation while your cunt is full of fingers, even if they're someone else's. By the way, my name is Steven Furst." 

"FuUUURRrst?" asked Suzi, unable to focus enough to convey her amused surprise. "FUFUFUFurst?"

"No," he smiled. "Just plain 'Furst'. Why?"

" 'Splain later," she moaned as Third Stud's whole hand eased into her boy-hole and his prick slid down her throat again.

Between his slow, deep anal strokes, Second Stud grunted quietly in Suzi's ear, "If you're interested......which you don't....seem to be.......my name is......LeMar Twomey.....Not that you.....care, not that......the girls ever....care." His voice grew louder, "They only.......care about......Steeeeevie....Steeeeevie....Steeeeevie."

Twomey? thought Suzi, TWO-mey? What's going on here? But she had no time ponder that question further as the warm thrill which had begun in her breasts and loins quickly spread through the rest of her body. 

"Watch your mouth, motherfucker," Steven warned LeMar, pretending at anger.

"Yeah, maybe.....I fucked.......your mother," shot back LeMar in a tone too clouded by burgeoning rapture to identify.

LeMar shut up after that. From the increasing pace at which his dark piston drove in and out of Suzi's tingling ass hole, she guessed that he was approaching his orgasmic release. And from the growing urgency of Third Stud's moaning and the fervor with which he sucked on her clit, she figured he was about to go kablooey too. Suzi herself was more than ready. The combined efforts of the two men had fanned her smoldering passions into a raging inferno of delight. 

Now Suzi felt Third Stud's hand burrow deeper into her cunt. It was in past the wrist and still going deeper. The sensation was driving her insane. My God, she thought, he's got to be in there half-way to his elbow. How much further can he go? Suddenly, orgasm plastered Suzi like a run-away freight train. The metal tip of her stiletto heel screeched across the window, scoring a long scratch in the glass. Wave after wave of throbbing pleasure pounded her unrelentingly. They came quickly at first, then more slowly and lasted a very long time. Having Third Stud's slut-choker lodged in her throat prevented her from howling her gratification the way she wanted to, but it didn't stop her from trying. "Uuuuumm mmmffffffff fffffffuuuuu uuuuuuu uuummm mmmmffff ffffffffffffaa aaaaaaa aahhhh hhhh hhhaaa aaaaaaaahhh hhhhh oooooooaa aaaaaaaoo ooooooaa aaaannnnn nnnnnnnn nnmmmm mmmmmm mmoooooo ooooaaaa aaaooo ooooooaaaa aaaaauu uuuuumm mmmmuuu uuuuuuumm mmmmmm mmmuuuuuu mmmmm mmmmuu unnnn nnnnnn."

Her hips lashed up and down too quickly and too spastically for Third Stud to safely keep his mouth on her clit. If he didn't lose a tooth, Suzi could have suffered a nasty bite. But he had his own climax to deal with, which began only seconds after Suzi's. And LeMar reached orgasm right after that. Having Third Stud's arm stuffed so far up her pussy went a long way to make up for the lack of direct clitoral stimulation and the two large penises pulsing deep within her drove Suzi to an even more frenzied state. The three of them writhed in sexual ecstasy like a pig-pile of possessed religious zealots on the world's best aphrodisiac. When the boys were finally done spurting their liquid expression of love for her, Suzi continued to twitch and groan for another ten to fifteen seconds, and then they were all still. 

The PA system came to life to announce that it was 9:00 and time for all visitors to leave. Exhibitors were asked to clean up and go within a half hour.

Eventually, Third Stud climbed off the pile, and Suzi and LeMar swung around, as one unit, to a sitting position, with Suzi still spread-eagled across LeMar's lap and his black cock still wedged deep in her rear entrance. She sighed with satisfaction and slid slightly to one side so she could put her arm around his shoulders and nibble on his earlobe. "About what you said before," she whispered. "I do care. I care about all my boys. I care about satisfying your needs, making you happy, taking care of you. But mostly I care about how big and hard your cock is."

"Sounds like gen-u-ine compassionate concern to me," offered Steven. 

Then, turning to Third Stud, who had slumped down beside them, Suzi scolded, "As for you, you seem to think you can shoot your sticky sperm off in my throat and mouth without even a 'Hello, ma'am, nice to meet you'." Suzi slid off of LeMar and into the space between him and Third Stud. She grabbed a handful of paper towels and allowed a small torrent of thick, white love-goo to flow from her anus. "So, Rumplestiltskin," she continued, "let's see if I can guess your name. I'll bet it's 'Trey'."

"Nooo," Third Stud intoned. "What makes you think that?"

"Triplett?" she guessed.

"Wrong again."

"Tripp? Tripoli?"

"Nope and nope."

"Gotta be something to do with 'three'. I don't know. Trinity? Nah, that's a girl's name. I give up."

Third Stud paused for effect. "Samuel Forester," he finally said.

Suzi shook her head in disbelief. "Well, Sam, I'm Suzi, the Dual Exhaust Girl."

"Nice tattoo," Samuel said.

"Real nice," added Steven.

"Sure is," confirmed LeMar.

"Thanks, boys," smiled Suzi, as if no one ever said anything complimentary about her tattoo. Then, as a thought struck her, "You guys don't have a fourth friend, who maybe couldn't make it today, do you." 

"Well, there's Phil Tripplehorn, who had to go to his mother's birthday party," answered Steven. "How did you know?"

"Wild guess," said Suzi. "I'm also guessing I'll be meeting him before long. You know, I'm actually terrible with names, but I think somehow, yours, I'll be able to remember. And you know what..."

Steven interrupted her, "We got two men coming out of the office," he said. "And I'm guessing we're not supposed to be in this car half naked, stinking of sex with the Dual Exhaust Queen dripping cum from every pore."

"Lock the doors and get down," Suzi whispered loudly. "It's bad if my boss sees us, and I'm pretty sure that's going to happen. But it's a lot worse if the customer sees us." 

Seeing no sign of Suzi, the convertible top up and Brian and Johnny leaning against the car with transparently phony nonchalance, Lance made the obvious guess about what was going on inside the vehicle and quickly escorted the customer out of the area saying, "You'd better hurry. I think they're about to lock the outside doors." 

He then stalked quickly back toward the white car. Johnny and Brian backed away. Suzi peeked carefully out the window, saw him coming and ducked her head again. When Lance got to the car, he peered inside, saw Suzi, saw the men scrambling to get dressed and tried to open the door. When he found it locked, he started pounding on the roof and loudly demanding that they open up.

At this point William strolled in, having finished his shift on the other side of the expo center.

The men pretended to try to unlock the doors, then shrugged in mock resignation. But when Steven saw Lance fumbling with a large ring of keys, he gave up and pressed the "unlock" button. Lance yanked open the back door and angrily addressed Suzi. "Get dressed and.... Oh, you are dressed," he said sarcastically. "Sometimes it's a little hard to tell." Then, noticing the scratched glass, he demanded, "And what the fuck happened to the window?"

"Uuum....I think it was a m?" offered Suzi, unable to come up with anything better.

"Meteorite? Meteorite? That's the best you can do? Anyway, you're fired. I turn my back for minute and you're fucking the whole Ethnic Diversity Coalition. I told you not to do that. If I can't trust you, I can't work with you. Get out." 

Steven jumped out of the car to face Lance. "Just out of curiosity, stud, how many times did you fuck her?" he asked evenly.

"Four," replied Suzi from behind him with shy sweetness.

"Four?... Four?" Steven demanded with mild surprise as he turned to face Suzi. "You mean today?....Four times today?"

Suzi lowered her eyes coyly and nodded her head, adding quietly, "But three were sort of all at once, you know, all in a half hour."

Steven turned back to Lance who stammered, "But... but...it was b..before work and on our meal b..b..b..break."

Steven looked him silently for a second, then said quietly, "Look, she an exciting woman, easy to get stuck on. I think I smell a little jealousy here. That's understandable, but it's not going to cut it. This lady needs a lot of love. I mean, in the immortal words of Led Zeppelin, she needs 'a whole lot of love.' And you and me, we have to be grown up and share."

Meanwhile, Suzi and William were eyeing each other. Suzi turned sideways on the seat to face William, her left foot on the seat, her right foot on the floor and slowly spread her legs. She leaned back on her elbow as the remnants of Samuel's load continued to drool from the corner of her open mouth and down over her chin, where it dangled, swung back and forth with her movements and slowly dripped onto her left breast. Her pussy lips gaped like a hungry hatchling demanding food from the daddy bird. William stepped slowly toward the car door, unzipping as he went and trying like hell to grow feathers. LeMar and Samuel hopped in the front seat to watch.

With Lance's resolve to fire Suzi apparently waning, Brian decide to step in and follow up on Steven's little sermon. "Besides," he said, "it was all our fault," nodding toward Johnny.

"Me?" said Johnny quietly. "You were the one with the three-hour erection."

"She told us to come back at 9:00, when the show was closing," Brian continued, "but we kept sneaking back to get another look at her and I'm walking around with, like, this perpetual hard-on. I felt like Raphael Palmero or something - Viagra on steroids. I couldn't wait. So we came back a half-hour early and talked her into it. She didn't want to do it but, once we got her started, these other guys showed up and it was too late for any of us to turn back. You should fire me instead." He paused dramatically and clenched his fists at his side. "I mean it. Fire me. I deserve it."

"But, you don't work for me," puzzled Lance.

"And haven't had a job in three years," sneered Johnny.

As William climbed on top of Suzi, pants down around his knees, she leaned around him and called, "Don't worry about them, Brian. You're a real sweetie-pie and I love you bunches." She blew him a kiss, then throwing both arms around William's neck, she looked to Steven. "And you, you're my rescuing hero, the guy in the white hat, my knight in shining armor, and you will be rewarded." She then immediately began ardently French-kissing William, who was holding his long black cunt-charmer, sliding its hard head between the lips of her soft, wet pussy. With his other hand, he held the back of her neck while he vigorously tongue-wrestled and lip-nibbled with the most ravishing piece of female flesh he had ever met.

Watching them, Lance realized Steven was right. He also realized what he would be missing if he fired Suzi and never saw her again. And he realized the effect that firing her would have on sales. "Okay, okay. You're right. You win. I'll give her another chance. But she has to promise to keep her hands off the customers for the next two days."

By now, William was into a serious tease-fuck. He tenderly worked his stiff love-lumber into Suzi's welcoming prick-pleaser as they groaned loudly in unison. He then withdrew completely for a silent count of five while she squirmed and fidgeted, whining for its return. But, after doing it four or five times, he lost patience himself and stuffed it all the way in and began grinding his pubic hair against her inflamed clitoris. Her hands clasped at his back, his shoulders, his butt and, for now anyway, she was careful not to use her long, sharp nails. 

"Nice going, stud," observed Samuel. "I think she likes you."

"That girl's so picky," snickered LeMar. "she only likes the guys that's got cocks hanging between their legs."

As her excitement grew, Suzi whispered hoarsely in William's ear, "Honey lambs, you're driving me berserk here, but my ass needs some attention, too. You like to fuck my ass, don't you? So do it now....Pretty please." Happy to make love to any part of her that needed making love to, he pulled out of her cunt and, when she rolled over onto her side, knees bent, facing the front of the car, he slid in behind her spoon-style. Immediately, he reached between her legs searching for her love-button. At the same time, he began probing between her shapely ass cheeks with the distended head of his pumped-up prick in search of her precious sphincter. When he found them simultaneously, she gasped loudly in pleasure and anticipation. 

Lance came over to apologize and tell Suzi she wasn't fired anymore, but guessed that he wouldn't get her full attention right then. Watching his friend and Suzi was too much fun to interrupt them anyway.

William resumed the tease game he had been playing before. He tantalized Suzi's bum hole by inserting only the tip of his cock and moving it around in a little circular motion without pushing it in any further. He was, however, paying more serious attention to her clit, rubbing it, squeezing it gently and stroking it with his thumb and first two fingers as if he were jerking off a tiny penis. And with his other hand he massaged and fondled her breast through the sheer blouse. The smooth fabric rubbing against her sensitive nipple was overwhelmingly arousing. 

The car door was still open and Suzi had now rolled part-way onto her back again and was thrashing her arms and legs about, frantically trying to impale herself on William's cock. He removed his hand from her breast and placed it against her left buttock to prevent her from being able to push back on his prick while, with a big smile on his face, he continued the small penetrations. When Suzi began whining and swearing in frustration, Lance swung the door shut and watched through the window. 

"C'mon, man, you gonna fuck that doll or what?" demanded LeMar, leaning over from the front seat. "Because if you're not, I'll volunteer for that duty."

Finally, William relented and, grabbing her tightly around the waist with both arms, he suddenly drove his huge hard-on deeply into her, burying it to the balls in Suzi's tight rectum in one quick stroke. Her plaintive whimpering turned to screams of pleasure and she allowed herself to enjoy a quick, throbbing mini-orgasm, while barely managing to stave off the major climax she wanted to save for later.

"Whoa," said Samuel, turning to LeMar. "That must be some kind of world's record. The guy shoves it in once and she cums. We've gotta check Guinness and see if there's a record for that." 

"That's no world record," scoffed LeMar. "The other guy did it too, when he stuck it into her cunt. Remember? The Indian. This slut probably does it every day." 

When Suzi temporarily quieted down, Lance saw his opportunity. He pulled off his pants, dropped them to the floor, opened the car door, hopped in and closed the door behind him. At the same time, Steven joined his friends in the front. "Welcome to the Penis Gallery," said Samuel. Steven looked at him blankly. "What are you, too young to get a Howdy Dowdy joke?" Samuel grumbled. 

William was now dancing a slow, sensual ass-dance with Suzi. She looked at Lance through slitted eyes and said, "'Bout time you got here, boyfriend. Not nice to make a gal wait."

With his left hand, Lance lifted her leg so that her knee was up near her tits while he held his stiff prick with his right. He leaned forward and pressed his cock-head hard against her sphincter getting ready to push it in next to William's.

Suzi's eyes widened and she gasped in realization of what Lance planned. "Lovey-dovey," she mewed, regaining her composure, "you must imagine I'm some serious kind of tramp if you think you can do that with me."

"I think you're the kind of tramp who loves a stiff cock in her rear and I think you're the kind who loves two cocks in her rear twice as much," he replied, leaning forward to kiss her affectionately.

"I'm so moved that you know me so well," she declared, closing her eyes in sweet expectation and sticking her slippery pink tongue deep into his mouth. 

Lance began to push carefully, but firmly, working his way into the tight ring of her back-hole. Suzi groaned with intense pleasure and gripped the seat edge tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. Soon Lance was fully inserted and he and William began alternating strokes. Suzi tossed her head back, croaking and growling her approval with each thrust. The men groped every inch of her they could reach, and when Lance began to poke his fingers into her pussy, she spread her thighs and threw her top leg over his to provide easier access. Quickly, another thrilling mini-cum convulsed her body, showering her for a few seconds with its fiery ecstasy. 

"Jeeeez-us," remarked Samuel. "Guys pay good money at that new sex-show club downtown to see girls who aren't half this pretty do things that aren't half this slutty."

"Yeah, but they got all those amenities down there," said Steven. 

"Like what?" demanded LeMar.

"Like the sticky floor, the watered-down, overpriced beer and sitting way in the back behind some smelly fat dude who's beating off all night and you can't see around him," answered Steven, ticking them off on his fingers. "And, oh yeah, what about the Martha Stewart decor in the Men's Room." 

"Yeah, guess I forgot about all those immunities," LeMar agreed. 

Having Lance sticking his fingers in her snatch only reminded Suzi of how much happier she would be if it were filled with a big piece of the real thing. Twisting and wiggling in her sexual ferment, her open mouth mirroring her gaping fuck hole, she looked from Steven to LeMar to Samuel, pleading with her eyes. "Any of you guys ready to go again?" In fact they were all rock hard and Suzi knew it. "I've got an empty love nest that needs to be filled. Can one of you just shove your prick in and put me out of my misery?" Her eyes kept coming back to Steven.

Steven was next to the driver's door and took the opportunity immediately. Grabbing the handle, he said over his shoulder, "Tough job, but I'll give it the old college try."

"What the hell kind of school did he go to?" asked LeMar.




Suzi at the Auto Show



Steven opened the door a bit, then quickly shut it again and slumped down in the seat. "Busss-ted," he sing-songed, hitting the door lock button. "That security guard guy is about 30 feet away and heading straight for us," he explained. The others in the front seat crouched down, too. 

"Oh Christ, men are such children," Suzi griped. "Leave this to me. Scootch around here, guys," she directed William and Lance, as the three of them turned so that Suzi was completely on top, with each of the men under her turned slightly on his side. "Come on guys. Don't go limp on me now."

The trio resumed their voluptuous undulations, William and Lance rocking back and forth as they took turns plunging their big tail probes deep into Suzi's butt hole, their hands stroking, playing, grabbing all over her body. She closed her eyes briefly and the wanton frenzy, which had been interrupted by the announcement of the guard's approach, built quickly again.

She opened her eyes and there he was, face almost pressed against the nearest window, holding up Lance's pants in one hand and his undershorts in the other. "Keep going, guys," she whispered. Then, to Steven, "Unlock the doors."

Steven did as she asked and the guard opened the door in front of Suzi and, waving the pants and undershorts, asked, "Anybody misplace anything?"

Suzi groaned her best slutty groan and, with her head back looked at him from under lowered lids as if she were being fucked speechless. William and Lance pretended not to notice him, but Samuel observed, "Look everybody. It's Officer Krupke!"

Suzi shot Samuel a shut-up look, hoping the security guard wouldn't notice.

Hwer sweet love grotto opened its charms enticingly within the guard's easy reach. She writhed on the two huge hard-ons embedded in her ass and stretched out her hand toward him, fucking him with her eyes and beckoning him into the car. Even under his loose-fitting trousers she saw his sex snake raising its head in appreciation of her efforts. "You could join us," she purred quietly. "I need one more big cock stuffed in my cunt. Yours could be just right. I can see it growing and growing in your pants. I can tell it needs to fuck me. And I really need to get fucked by it. Do me a favor? Just stick it in, just for a second. See how good it feels to fuck me."

As she spoke, Suzi noticed Frank wander in from the next area over and station himself some ways behind the guard, craning his neck, trying to get a good look at what was going on in the car.

The guard leaned forward and grasped her little lust stub gently, rolling it leisurely between his big thumb and forefinger. 

Suzi's reaction was sudden and sharp. She threw her head back and grunt-moaned loudly, "AAARNGH, AAAARNGH." She grabbed his wrist firmly to discourage him from ending his attentions to her clit and then looked him in the eyes and ran her tongue over her teeth and around her lips.

"Maybe you'd like to try this," he offered and pulled his nightstick out of his belt. It was the biggest one Suzi had ever seen: dark black, as thick as a good erection and at least 24 inches long. "It seems," he continued, eyeing the crew in the front seat as he put the end of the nightstick between her love-lips, "that you sort of like having black things stuck in you."

"Ha, ha. Good one," droned LeMar sarcastically. "But if my cock were that skinny, I'd be ashamed to show it in a public place." 

The guard slid the tip of his stick up and down the length of Suzi's slit, pausing at her clit to gently push the stiff nubbin to one side then the other.

"I think the lady likes to get down with black guys because she just happens to have good taste in men," opined Samuel.

"Yeah, like Imelda Marcos has good taste in shoes," laughed Steven.

Suzi was groaning loudly and her head was lolling in circles, her eyes closed tightly. The guard continued to tease her with his stick, poking it a fraction of an inch into her and then pulling back. William and Lance were still eagerly ramming her back door and barely holding off their climaxes. 

Then Lance decided to change the rhythm and began thrusting at the same time as William. The effect on Suzi of having both gigantic cocks forced up her ass at the same time was electrifying. Her whole body stiffened for a second. Her eyes flew open. If being double-fucked by Johnny and Steven was like making love to King Kong, this was like getting ass-fucked by Godzilla (which was actually one of Suzi's favorite fantasies). 

Writhing in frantic delight, Suzi grabbed the nightstick away from the guard and whined loudly, "Stop fucking around and shove it in, like this!" Then holding it with both hands, she repeatedly stabbed it 12 inches into her cunt while hot spurts of heaven pulsed through her body like the blood through her veins and she loudly enjoyed her third mini-climax. This one was the biggest yet, and she was almost dragged over the edge to the full-blown orgasm she knew was now not far off.

Frank took this opportunity to amble around the car to the side where Suzi's head was, and opened the other door. Suzi tilted her head all the way back so that she was looking at him upside-down. "I want you to know I can't get this lipstick off of my trousers", he complained. Looking at the stains, she could see that, behind them, Frank was fully erect and hard as steel. "What am I going to tell Emily", he continued. "She goes crazy if she thinks I've been fooling around with another female."

"No sweat, stud", called Steven leaning over the seat. "Just tell her it wasn't a real female; it was a female impersonator." 

Suzi pulled down Frank's zipper, popped out his fat weasel and began stroking it. "Welcome back, Hank," she said.

"Frank," he corrected.

The nightstick was still stuck several inches into Suzi. Every time Lance and William pushed into her rectum the stick was forced out of her cunt a little and every time they pulled out, it was drawn back in a little deeper. It almost looked like it had come to life and was fucking her on its own. 

The guard was spellbound and deeply excited by the illusion. Suzi stared into his eyes and whispered huskily, "Time to give me the real thing snookums." When he didn't respond, she looked down to the obvious bulge in his pants and begged, "At least take it out and let me see it. I'll bet it's handsome as sin." Slowly and almost absent-mindedly he unzipped his fly. Suzi, who was always mesmerized by the sight of a man pulling down his zipper, watched raptly and expectantly as, miraculously, the biggest boner she had seen all day sprung out of his pants.

Suzi leaned back, gripped the edge of the seat tightly with one hand while continuing to stroke Frank with the other. She gently coxed the guard's titanic cock into her velvet love tunnel as if she were calling a reluctant pet. "Come on now sweetie. Come to Momma. Don't be shy. I won't hurt you. That's right. A little closer now." Then directly to the guard, " No, no, don't take the night stick out. Fuck me with your cock and the stick at the same time. You can do it."

With one hand, to Suzi's great enjoyment, the guard pushed the nightstick in a few more inches . He then pressed down on it a little, creating a small vaginal opening between the stick and her clit. This also ensured that, when he finally drove his big pussy punisher all the way in, the protruding length of stick would slide under his balls and through his legs. He took his cock in his other hand and aimed it menacingly at the opening, like Clint Eastwood about to shoot from the hip with his long-barreled pistol. Then, pushing the rigid head of his swollen monster against the tiny door, he began to work his way slowly into her cunt. 

Suzi continued to encourage him, but her voice lost its honey sweetness and began to take on the sharp edge of exhilaration. "Yes, yes, good work, Sweetie-puss. Push it, push it. Shove it harder. I need it all the way in. I need it now, now, now, now." And then Suzi became inarticulate as waves of euphoria welled deep within her. She leaned her head back and placed the tip of Frank's iron prick between her lips and began to suck. Eagerly, he pushed it down her hungry throat. 

Suzi had been double-fucked in the ass before. And she had been double-fucked in the pussy. But never both at he same time. In many years of major league slutiness, it was one of the most debauched and sexually depraved things she had ever done. And being aware of that fact only served to propel her excitement to an even higher level. 

"God, this babe's a whore," grunted the guard, almost beneath his breath.

"Now, now Krupke," scolded Samuel. "Don't you know the difference between a whore and a slut? Here, listen." He paused briefly then, in a badly off-key baritone, began to sing loudly: 

"Deeeeeeeeeeear ass-hole Sergeant Krupke,

You really are a bore.

Just because the girl is horny,

Doesn't mean that she's a whore.,

It's just that she's got hormones

And more than most girls got.

Holy Hot pants, that's why she's a slut!"

"What is this? Some fucking geek chorus?" growled the guard.

"Just a bunch of healthy, red-blooded American males," answered LeMar.

"Tell us about it, Mr. Twomey," requested Steven.

"With pleasure, Mr. Furst", replied LeMar, whose tenor was substantially easier on the ears than Samuel: 

"Deeeeeeeeeeeear clueless Sergeant Krupke,

You really are a schmuck.

We've got these huge libidos

That make us want to fuck.

We didn't want to have them.

But didn't have a choice.

Leaping Lapdance, it's just because we're boys!"

"Libido?" asked Steven. "Where'd you learn a five dollar word like that? Do you even know what it means?"

"Course I do," answered LeMar. "It's that pill for reptile malfunction. I get e-mails about it all the time, but I don't need that shit."

"You mean Levitra," sneered Samuel. "And it's erectile dysfunction, not 'reptile malfunction'."

"No, no, it's reptile malfunction," insisted LeMar. "They call it that because it's like when, you know, your trouser snake don't work." 

All this banter went well over Suzi's head. She was lost in a paradoxical paradise where intense sexual pleasure brought about even more intense sexual need. She had never been crammed so full of woody stiffness. Her openings were stretched so taut, and the three huge boners and the nightstick were packed together so tightly inside of her, that her entire pelvis became one erogenous zone and any motion anywhere within it zapped the whole area with a buzz of erotic thrill. She felt a vast charge of sensual energy gathering in her, ready to discharge wanton, convulsive current throughout her body.

She let Frank slide momentarily from her mouth. She could hardly speak. After a few incoherent attempts, she managed to gasp, "Ready to go boys? I need your cum. Big-time. Now."

"Finally," grumbled William. "I'm sure getting to know Lance a lot better than I ever wanted to."

Lance and the guard were lost in ecstasy and didn't say anything. Frank's response was simply to pull Suzi's head back and reinsert his cock into her windpipe.

As the men became more and more urgent in their assaults on her holes, Suzi closed her eyes tightly. For the next two minutes she lost almost all contact with the world outside of her own body. She saw, felt, smelled, tasted and heard nothing but her own blissful delirium. She spread her fingers wide and enjoyed the hum and crackle of electricity arcing between them. She imagined she saw her body lit with an eerie high voltage glow. She watched bight, multi-colored sparks coursing along her arms and her legs. 

And then, suddenly, her pent-up passion exploded with almost frightening force. She felt as if her clit were being struck repeatedly by long, powerful strokes of lust lightening. With each strike her body twisted and twitched and her ears rang with the deafening thunder rolling through her veins. But her screams and squeals of rapture were muffled to a desperate, strangled gurgling by Frank's thick presence in her throat.

With one hand Suzi unconsciously dug her sharp, neon-pink and lavender nails painfully, but without real damage, into the back of the security guard's heavy cotton shirt. The nails of her other hand, however, raked short, bloody trenches across his bare butt. As her long legs quivered and jerked uncontrollably, one five-inch stiletto heel dug deeply into the carpeted floor while the other slashed several lengthy rips in the leather seat back. Lance was too transported to notice. He was trembling on the brink of his own sweet release. 

"See how long you can keep her cumming," chuckled LeMar. "Maybe we can get ourselves another world record here."

"No way," panted Lance. "If I don't cum soon, my prick's going to explode. Besides, if we let this poor girl keep on like this, she's going to hurt herself." 

"Or total your car," added William. 

"Hey, fuck the car," grunted the guard. "I'm the one who's going to need stitches. I don't even know if Workers' Comp covers this shit."

None of the four men could wait any longer. They climaxed quickly and almost simultaneously, grunting and groaning loudly, swearing lustily, faces twisted and contorted in almost insane excitement. They felt like their guts were being shot out through the tip of their cocks. Each of them grabbed Suzi's nearest body part and held on tightly. They spurted their cum with fire hose force, plastering her insides with buckets of man-goo. Through the thick cloak of her euphoria, Suzi was aware of the passionate hysteria of the men and the eruption of their potent sperm jets, which only served to redouble the intensity of her own orgasm. 

Suzi, in fact, could not stop cumming. She didn't know where to find the switch to turn off the potent flow of sexual exhilaration, the electric cloud-nine current which galvanized her and threatened to blow her every synapse like so many 15-amp fuses in an overloaded circuit. But the men had the switch. When they were finished spewing their loads of pearly gunk and slowed their insistent poking, prodding, thrusting frenzy, Suzi's feverish climax gradually abated, her muscles and sinews relaxed, the spastic seizures which had possessed her pelvis quieted to a peaceful rocking and she was raised to float on the gentle waves of an endless sea of deep and smooth satisfaction.

Suzi lapsed into a delightful state of semi-conscious contentment. The men, almost as spent as she, lay motionless with her in a heap of half-dressed, gasping beefcake. Frank was the first to pull out. Suzi's head was still back and his rank, gummy spunk drooled thickly across the bridge of her nose and her forehead and into her hair. Soon the other men, first the guard, then William and Lance, withdrew their softening slabs of sex meat and sighed softly as they enjoyed the last residue of the once intense pleasure. Uncorked, Suzi's joy holes gushed syrupy white fluid like little fountains. 

"Hey, hey, You're getting that crap all over the back seat," protested Lance with as much indignant energy as he could muster, which was not a lot. 

"Me? Meee?" asked Suzi, her tone ironic and exhausted at the same time. She sat up awkwardly in a obvious effort to block Lance's view of the ripped upholstery. "I'm getting crap all over the seat? And whose crap is it? Mine? I don't think so. Typical man," she teased, wagging her finger in a mock admonishment. "Wanna have all the fun, but take none of the responsibility." 

"Course it's your crap," replied Lance lightly, shifting position and craning his neck to see what Suzi was trying to hide. "You begged for my cum. Begged me for it, remember? So I gave it to you. Least you could do is appreciate it instead of letting it run all over the seat and staining an already badly abused floor model," nodding his head toward the damage.

"Look at that girl!" LeMar said to Samuel. "She's oozing so much custard she looks like an éclair that somebody sat on."

"I heard that," scolded Suzi, beginning to recovery her strength. "A real gentleman always offers to get a gang-banged girl some paper towels to clean herself up." 

Steven already had a handful and passed it to Suzi even before she had finished reprimanding LeMar.

Then, turning back to Lance while she began to wipe away some of the sperm juice, Suzi replied, "I guess you don't know your own product that well. As I've already demonstrated for these potential customers here," nodding in the direction of the front seat, "the upholstery is specially treated to resist even the nastiest stains." She crinkled her nose, trying for the appearance of disgust, but managing only to look cuter than ever. 

As they began, one-by-one, to exit the car, Lance looked around and said, "This place is supposed to be closed. We'd better be going."

"That's right," responded the guard, "before I have to think about calling the police."

"You'd better think about pulling up your pants first, fool," scoffed LeMar. 

The guard clambered out, his pants still around his ankles to face off with LeMar. 

"Now boys," interjected Suzi quickly, putting on a pout so charming it would have weakened the knees of a strong man and melted the icy heart and of the nastiest guy in town, "be nice. I hate it when my boys quarrel. A little fighting over me is okay, but any other arguing makes me unhappy. And when I'm unhappy, I don't even feel like making kissy-face, which is usually my favorite thing. 

"You don't want me to be unhappy, do you, lovey-lamb?" she asked the guard.

"No ma'am," he answered reluctantly, pulling up his pants.

"And you're not really going to call the police on anyone, are you, dear heart?"

"No ma'am," he replied sheepishly, buckling his belt.

"And you," she chided, turning to LeMar, "you better apologize for calling him a fool, don't you think so, sugar pie?" 

"But he is a fool," LeMar protested.

"Oh, oh," scolded Suzi, "now you owe an even bigger apology, or....," her voice turned sing-song, "no kissy-face."

"All right," he sighed addressing the guard. "I'm sorry. You're not the fool I thought you were."

"Good....I think," said Suzi suspiciously.

By now, they were all out of the car and dressed. The guard was backing away toward the center of the hall. Lights were going off all over. 

"I think I may have to give this area a little extra attention tomorrow," he said, looking from Suzi to Lance, then back to Suzi where his gaze lingered.

"Good, I'll be looking forward to that," she purred. 

"No, he's not the fool I thought. He's an even bigger fool," muttered LeMar to himself. "Looking forward to it," he mocked in falsetto.

"No kissy-face?" inquired Suzi.

"Shit. Sorry. Yes...kissy-face," answered LeMar.

"Good," beamed Suzi. 

As they turned toward the door, Brian sidled over to Suzi and said, "You know, that blow job was the fulfillment of fantasy, something I'll remember the rest of my life. For years, I'll get stiff every time I think about it. But we did have even bigger plans, right?"

Suzi grabbed him by the arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You mean the anal thing, don't you? You're so sweet." She leaned her head back and kissed his lips amorously. "Tell you what. I'm going to go home and change, and then let's meet at some place where we can have a little drink, do a little sloooow dancing. Bring Johnny and....we'll see what develops."

Then, turning to the group, she asked if anyone had a recommendation for where to go.

Steven allowed as how he and LeMar and Samuel had made arrangements to meet their friend, Phil Tripplehorn, at exactly such a place in about 15 minutes.

"Great," Suzi exclaimed. "I'm dying to meet him. I have to meet him. Can we come too, me and Brian and Johnny?"

"Of course," answered Steven. And he and Samuel began to give them directions.