7 comments/ 31405 views/ 13 favorites Candy's 1st Job By: SparkleKitty NOTE: All characters in this fictitious story are 18 years of age or older! ***** Before she became a famous Playboy centerfold, Candy Darling was just an ordinary girl - well, not quite ordinary, as she developed her triple D breasts early. She also developed a taste for the fine things in life at an early age, so she was eager to find any opportunity to make money. Her mother didn't pay much attention to her activities and her father had long been gone - a recipe for disaster. At college, she had a reputation as a prude, she liked hanging out with seniors but for most guys, she never "put out," even though many of her classmates in her working class town got down and dirty for their boyfriends. To Candy's way of thinking, her body was valuable and why should she offer it up for free? George Cox, who lived down the street, took an avid interest in Candy. He had a sexless marriage and he would watch Candy walk down the street in her tube top and short shorts, salivating with each sway and jiggle. He went so far as to videotape her surreptitiously as she walked and the recording provided him many moments of masturbatory inspiration. Sometimes, when he was fucking his overweight wife, he would close his eyes and imagine he was fucking Candy Darling's tits. One day, as she was walking to the bus stop, he conceived a plan to see more of her. "I hate to be so forward," George said to her, stepping into her path, "but I'm having a poker party with some of my friends Friday night and I was wondering if you'd like to earn some money." At the sound of the word money, Candy stopped in her tracks. "Well, probably!" she told him. "What did you have in mind?" George bit his upper lip. He was surprised by how comfortable Candy was around him and his lascivious thoughts made him feel guilty and awkward. She was wearing a tight top that was straining around her triple D breasts and he couldn't help but gaze solidly at them, noticing the slight outline of her protruding nipples. "Nothing special - just serve us food and drinks and empty out ashtrays as we're playing the game." "That sounds pretty good," Candy told him. "But how much does it pay?" "Well, I'll give you five bucks an hour and usually the guys will give tips to whoever is serving us for the night." "Five dollars an hour is hardly worth my time. So, how much are the tips?" Candy asked him. George was taken aback by Candy's forthright manner, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled. "Well that depends," he told her. "The nicer you are and the more attractively you're dressed, the better the tips. The girl that did the best job made over two hundred dollars in tips. We'd use her again, in fact, but she's moved to Texas for a nursing job." He found himself staring at Candy's plump breasts and imagining her nude. He lifted his eyes to her face and watched Candy closely to see how she would respond to this overture. Candy strained to not betray any outward emotion - two hundred dollars sounded really good to her. Thinking of the money actually made her moist. "Well, in that case, I'll be as friendly and attractive as I can be," she told him, smiling. "What should I wear?" She held her hands out and stuck her chest out slightly. George swallowed hard, thinking of Candy's large natural breasts. "Well, like I said," he told her, "it's up to you how large you want the tips to be. I'm a pretty boring guy, but some of my friends like to see a bit of skin. Now take what you are wearing now," he told her, looking up and down her body. Candy blushed slightly, feeling his eyes upon her. "I could see how some of the guys might like an outfit like this - it really does show off your beauty. Anyway, you're getting to be a big girl," he paused, staring straight at her triple D breasts. "I mean, you're big in all the right places." He began to blush and reluctantly pulled his eyes away from her breasts. "I'm sure you can figure it out," he hurriedly stammered. "I'll bet, I can," Candy told him. She knew men and she knew what they liked. She liked to manipulate them with her body - it made her feel powerful and she just knew that her body would make her money - a lot of money - at some point in life. On the way home, she had a moment in which she was unsure about working at the party - she'd be alone with a group of men and even though she was young, she knew men and how sexual urges could make them behave aggressively. One time, she had accepted a ride home from a man in her neighborhood and he had nearly raped her. She had successfully fought him off, but not before he had torn her clothing, mauled her breasts and violently fingered her cunt. But she had known Mr. Cox for years and he seemed polite and considerate; she recommitted in her mind to working the poker party and earning as much money as possible. When Friday night came, Candy thought carefully about what outfit to wear. She knew she would wear plain white panties and her shortest mini skirt - she had tried wearing lacy panties but it seemed like guys liked the simplest things possible. Don't overdo it, she reminded herself. She pulled her panties up tightly and nodded approvingly at the camel toe that was created. But she was unsure what blouse to wear. She knew she would go braless - bras felt too constraining and seemed to hide her best feature - but she was undecided between her tube top, which highlighted the size of her breasts in a crude manner, and a sheer paisley blouse that was almost see-through and which showed off the shape of her breasts, the size of her areolae and the shape of her nipples. The blouse was elegant and sexy - it both left more to the imagination while also revealing her breasts. "Well, I'm all in," she thought to herself, putting on the sheer blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror and, noticing her clearly visible nipples and areolae, thought to herself, "Jesus, I'm almost naked." To offset the sexiness of her outfit, she wore knee socks and simple black shoes - innocence and sexuality, she thought to herself. She felt a palpable power and excitement and she was so turned on that if she had left enough time, she would have gone to the bathroom and masterbated. George opened the door and did a double-take. Candy's nipples were erect from rubbing against the soft fabric and she had left the top two buttons of her blouse open so that when George greeted her at the foot of the door, he was presented with the most amazing cleavage he had ever seen. Candy was not the least bit heavy, but her breasts were plump and full. How was it possible, George wondered, for a slim petite girl to have such abundantly large breasts. He continued to stare at her breasts, tracking the outline of her pale areolae and he could feel his cock stiffen in his pants. "Ahem," Candy cleared her throat. "Do you want to show me in?" George apologized and, covering his erection with his hands, he led Candy to the basement and explained her duties, as his fat wife looked on disapprovingly, shaking her head. After the last man arrived for the game, George locked the basement door - quietly so Candy couldn't hear - so they wouldn't be bothered by his wife. Candy began to serve the men drinks and refill the snack bowls. As the game progressed, Candy could see the men staring at her and this gave her a feeling of power. Thinking of the money she might earn in tips, she went out of her way to jiggle her ample breasts and to lean over the table so that her panties were visible under her micro skirt. As she restocked the drinks and the snacks, she made a point to lean over the men, pressing her breasts against their arms. As if daring herself, she leaned next to one of the men and, reaching out to grab an ashtray, literally pressed the side of her breast against his head. He recoiled clumsily, then stared stupidly at her breast, which was alongside his face. "Oh, excuse me," Candy giggled. "Th-that's OK," the man stammered and Candy wished she could see his cock - to see the effect her breasts were undoubtedly having upon him. As the night progressed, the men were getting drunk and their behavior was getting lewder. One of the men offered Candy a beer and although she wasn't yet of legal drinking age, she soon was drinking with the men, though she was careful to drink slowly. "I've got to tell you," one of the men, named Jeff, told her, "you've got the nicest set of tits I've ever seen - or haven't seen yet," he corrected himself. "Man I would love to see those titties out in the open," he suddenly blurted out. The men stopped in silence, wondering if Candy would take offense - she would have been well within her rights to have slapped him for his comment. Turning sharply, Candy looked back at him and told him, "Nothing in life is free." With that, the men hooted and Jeff called out, "Well how much then?" Candy thought about a figure - if two hundred was the highest tip the other girl had gotten, she wanted more. "Two hundred fifty dollars," she told him. Jeff looked sad and for a moment, Candy wondered if she should have named a lower price. "I'll tell you what," another one of the men, named Paul, said. "You take your blouse off and keep it off for the evening and I'll give you four hundred dollars." He took the money out of his pocket and put it on the table. Candy hesitated, just so she wouldn't seem overly eager. "C'mon," Paul told her, "You're practically naked as it is!" he joked. Lifting her blouse off, she approached the table and took the money, placing it in her purse on the table. The men hooted and howled at the sight of Candy's lush and ample breasts. Feeling prideful, she rolled her hips so that her breasts swayed lightly. "Damn, how much for a feel?" Jeff asked. "You couldn't even pay enough to get me topless, so you obviously can't afford it," Candy told him. The men laughed derisively at Jeff. Jeff scowled. "Maybe I'll take a feel for free," he told her bitterly. "Maybe it's time I left," Candy told the men, starting to put on her blouse. Paul rose and took the shirt out of her hands. "You don't need to do that," Paul told her. "No one here is going to do anything to you that you don't want. You have my guarantee of that. And if Jeff doesn't apologize to you, he's out of here. And that goes for all of us - anyone that doesn't respect Candy has no place in the game." The other men quickly chimed in, agreeing with Paul - and Jeff apologized. "But you didn't say no to a feel - you just said it would cost more money than Jeff could give you. I'll tell you what - I'll give you one hundred dollars for a feel," Paul told her, standing before her and holding her blouse in his hands. Candy was disappointed in the amount but she also wanted the money. "OK, but one hundred isn't a lot of money, so I'll count to ten and then you're done," she told him. He came to her, his hands hovering by her breasts. Candy began to count to ten slowly, as Paul squeezed her breasts and groped them roughly, pushing them together. As she reached the count of six, his mouth clamped onto her right nipple and he began to suck greedily. Candy momentarily paused and considered pushing him away but thought it better to resume her counting and get it over with. As she reached ten, he had both of her breasts pressed together and both nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking them. As she called out, "Ten," Candy slid away, extricating herself from Paul's mouth and hands. The men were clapping and as Paul returned to the table, they gave him high fives. "That's the best hundred dollars, I've ever spent," Paul exclaimed. Candy placed the hundred dollars in her purse, unsure of whether to be happy about the money or disappointed in how much she had given Paul for a hundred dollars. "How much to take it all off?" one of the men asked her. "If your ass and pussy are half as sweet as your tits, that would be something else!" Candy paused, considering. She didn't want to let these men off cheaply. "Five hundred," she told them confidently. "That will put an end to this," she thought to herself. "At some point, they have to run out of money." A short Russian man, Dimitri, stood up and withdrew five hundred from his pocket. Cautiously, keeping her eyes on the men, Candy took off her shoes and socks and then stepped out of her skirt and panties. She felt vulnerable and excited in front of the men. The men were silent, taking in Candy's natural and youthful beauty. She had strongly defined tanlines, showing off the silhouette of her favorite bikini. Her ass was soft and smooth and her pussy was natural and plush. "Do you want real money?" Dimitri boldly asked her. "This so far," he pointed dismissively to her purse, "is nothing. Do you want five thousand dollars?" "Who wouldn't," Candy thought to herself. But her next thought was more practical. What would she have to do for that kind of money? Before admitting she wanted that money, she'd better decide what she was willing to do. For five thousand, the man would surely want to fuck. If it were just the one man, she'd do it in a heartbeat - she wasn't a virgin and that was a lot of money. But the idea of the other men watching her disturbed her in a way. And she had heard about anal sex but she didn't think that would feel very good. "Your answer," Dimitri pressed on. "Well who wouldn't want that much money," she retorted. "But what do you think I'll do for that money." "I think you want that money badly. I think you'll fuck every man in this room for the money," he told her confidently. His assuredness was disarming. There were five men in the room. She had been offered money for sex before and had even fucked her Math teacher for a better grade. But five men at one time? That seemed like too much - but five thousand dollars! "I don't see any of the other guys putting up money," Candy told him. "Let's see what everyone else can put in to sweeten the pot," she added. "Then I'll decide. For now, your five thousand is a pretty good start, but I'm worth more than that if I'm going to fuck all of you." The men hurriedly fished out their wallets. George put in one thousand; Paul another fifteen hundred. Alex, a fat Spaniard, put in twelve hundred. Jim put in sixteen hundred. All eyes were on Jeff and he put in five hundred. Candy did quick math in her head; if she left out Jeff, that was over ten thousand dollars. "Okay, here's the deal," Candy told them, "Like it or leave it. I will fuck all of you but Jeff - he can keep his trifling five hundred. You each get to cum one time; if you want to get off more, it's the same amount of money for the second or third time. And no anal, no cum on my face. You can cum inside me, on my tits, in my mouth. If you cum on my face, it's an extra thousand each time." She saw the Russian smile and she knew in that moment that he'd probably gladly pay for the facial. "If you try to fuck my ass, I'll go to the police and tell them you raped me," she added. Dimitri looked around the room and the men, except Jeff, nodded in consent. "Wait, I'll pay more," he offered, looking around desperately. The men looked to Candy. "Tie him securely to this chair. He can watch and see what he's missing for being such a cheap-ass. Also, because Dimtri paid the most, he gets to start and you guys need to recognize, whoever spent the most money gets first priority on my body; that's how the world works." She laughed silently at the idea of telling these men the way of the world. It made her feel in charge and she knew she could pull this off. The men tied Jeff to a chair and laid out a futon on the floor. The men undressed and Dimitri approached Candy first. "Wait, one more condition," Candy added. "Jeff is such a jackass - whoever ejaculates onto Jeff instead of me can reduce their amount by half." Jeff groaned at the thought. Dimitri kissed her, then began to massage and suckle her breasts. "Suck my dick," he instructed her. Dutifully, Candy dropped to her knees and began bobbing up and down on his cock. He held her head gently with his hands but then began to powerfully thrust into her face. Just when she thought she couldn't handle his incessant fucking of her face, he abruptly stopped and directed her to lie down. Straddling her, he pressed her tits together and began to roughly fuck her tits. "Agggh," he let out a low, guttural scream. Squeezing her breasts tightly, he held himself rigid as spasms of ejaculate spewed from his cock. The first rope of cum hit her chin and spread out against her clavicle. He sank down slightly and his next spasm soared onto her forehead and across her left eye. Realizing he was already in for another thousand, he grasped his cock and jerked the remaining ejaculate onto her face, coating her mouth and chin. He pressed his cock into her mouth and gently thrust, spreading the cum into her mouth. "An extra thousand for you," he told her, placing the money in her purse. "And maybe more to come; the night is still young and I've still not fucked you." Jim was next but Paul decided he couldn't wait any longer. Both men approached her, with Jim sucking on her tits while Paul buried his face in her pussy. Candy would have ordinarily enjoyed being eaten out, but with all of them men watching her, she felt self conscious. "You can enter me now," Candy told Paul and he began to fuck her missionary style in a slow, steady rhythm. Meanwhile, Jim had straddled Candy and was fucking her tits, perspiration and a slight trace of ejaculate from Dimitri lubricating his fuck. "Oh God!" Jim cried out, and he lost control, ejaculating wildly, his cum hitting Candy's chin and running up the side of her neck. "Phew, I missed your face," he told Candy, smiling at her. He took his spent dick and put it in Candy's mouth. It wasn't what she expected, but going with the flow, she sucked his dick and rolled her tongue around his cock, cleaning off the remaining ejaculate. "Oh, I have to fuck those tits," Paul cried out. He withdrew from Candy and straddled her tits. He instructed Candy to press her breasts together and he began to steadily fuck her tits. Meanwhile, Alex had approached Candy and, placing his dick in her mouth, began to fuck her face. George couldn't wait any longer - even though he was eager to titfuck Candy, he settled for her pussy, fucking her missionary style. Candy felt nearly overwhelmed by the attention of the men, her tongue rolling around Alex's cock and Paul's long cock banging the underside of her chin with each titfuck thrust. Lost in the moment, she began to enjoy George's fucking and found herself shuddering in an orgasm. Her low moans created a vibration that pushed Alex over the top and he spasmed ejaculate into her mouth. His climax was so violent, that Candy gagged, coughing and dislodging Alex's cock, which continued to spasm, spewing out cum onto her face. She quickly pulled his cock back into her mouth and sucked him dry. "I don't have to pay for that," he told her. Candy nodded her head in assent and continued to suck on his cock. "I have an idea," Paul told her. "I think you'll like it." George stopped fucking Candy and Paul went over to Jeff and gently set his chair down on the ground sideways so that Jeff was leaning on the ground. He then positioned Jeff so that his head was lying on Candy's belly. He then began to reverse titfuck Candy, his scrotum rubbing against her mouth and his cock penetrating her breasts and nearly hitting Jeff's face, which was thrashing upon Candy's belly. "Hold him down," Candy told the men. "He's going to give me a stomach ache with all of his silly thrashing about." Two of the men came over and held Paul immobile. "You do this and I'll kill you," Jeff told Paul. "It's your own - um - fault," Paul told Jeff, his words interrupted by his moans as he built to a climax. "You're always cheap - you always want something for nothing. And now, you do get something for nothing." Paul began to quicken the pace of his fucking and Candy furiously licked his scrotum and asshole as he reverse titfucked her. "You get my sperm!" Paul cried out, as he erupted in orgasm. He sent streams of ejaculate onto Paul's face and Candy's belly. Paul squinted, closing his eyes and mouth, but the white gooey fluid spattered all over his face, dripping onto his mouth and eyes. The other men laughed uproariously and Jeff felt he might almost cry from the humiliation. Candy's 1st Job "I'll get all of you fuckers," Jeff roared. "I'll tell your wives that you fucked this little slut." "I'll tell their wives that I fucked you and I didn't fuck any of them," Candy told Jeff. "I hate to interrupt, but I still have my turn," George told her. Jeff was still positioned on Candy's belly. "I'm going for the half off special also!" George exclaimed, as he began to reverse titfuck Candy. "Oh yeah, baby," Candy told him, turned on by the thought of Jeff getting soaked in sperm. She dedicated herself to lathering his scrotum and anus with her tongue, ignoring the friction on her breasts from his furious fucking. Candy's excitement pushed George over the edge and he let out multiple blasts of cum onto Jeff. "You faggot," Jeff yelled at Paul. "You get off on jerking off on guys." George slapped his cock on Jeff's cheek. "If I'm a faggot, why don't you suck my cock," he told Jeff. The idea delighted Candy. "Why don't you, Jeff?" she asked him. "I'll make a deal. If you suck George's cock, I'll let you suck on my breasts." Jeff was silent, considering the option. "How long do I have to suck his dick?" he asked. "Until he climaxes," Candy told him. "No way," Jeff protested. "For that, I should get to fuck you." "You have to do more than that to fuck me," Candy told him. She felt so powerful - this feeling of power was almost better than an orgasm. "What do I have to do to fuck you?" Jeff asked. "I'm not telling, yet," Candy told him. "There are a series of things you have to do and this is just the first one." "Ok," Jeff told her, "I'll do it. But you'd better be quick about it, George." The men positioned Jeff on his knees, his hands and feet still bound and George approached him and put his cock in Jeff's mouth. "Oh God," Jeff groaned, "What am I doing?" "Let me give you some encouragement," Candy told George. She sat underneath him and tongued his scrotum and asshole as George fucked Jeff's face. "Oh baby," that feels so good, George uttered. "Are you talking to me or to Jeff?" Candy asked, and the men laughed uproariously. "Both!" George cried out. He began to pump Jeff's face more violently, plunging his cock deeper into Jeff's mouth. Muffled groans escaped Jeff's mouth and the sense that he was inflicting pain on Jeff excited George. He brought himself to climax again, letting out a roar. "Pull out," Candy cried out. "Give it to him in the face!" George complied, withdrawing and jerked himself off onto Jeff's face. Though not as large as his first climax, his second eruption produced four powerful strands of ejaculate. Rewarding George, Candy pulled him to her and, perched on her knees, she pressed her breasts against him and gently milked his cock. Leaning over, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and gently suckled it. This went on for several minutes. "Damn, that made it all worth while," George told Candy, kissing her on the lips. "OK, as I promised," Candy told Jeff. She pressed her breasts together and put them in Jeff's face. He greedily sucked on her nipples. "Untie my hands," he pleaded. Candy scoffed and shoved her breasts back in his mouth. After a minute or so, she withdrew. "That's all!" Jeff exclaimed. "I just sucked dick for a minute of tit sucking?" "Do you want more?" Candy asked him. Jeff's cock was rigid and felt like it might burst. "Of course," he begrudgingly allowed, trying not to convey how desperately he wanted to fuck her tits. "I'll give you a blow job and a titfuck if you let the men here fuck you in the ass," she told him. Jeff glared at her silently. What she was asking of him was humiliating - to be ass fucked in front of all the men - possibly by all the men. "And whichever one of you is willing to fuck him in the ass, I'll have sex with you a week from now - for free. Who's in?" The men looked around sheepishly at one another. "I already got a blowjob from a guy, so I may as well fuck a guy in the ass," George thought, raising his hand. Gradually all of the men raised their hands except Dimitri. Candy turned back to Jeff. "Well, all you have to do is get fucked in the ass by three guys - that's no so bad, is it?" Jeff looked longingly at Candy's triple D tits and at her moist, cute mouth. "I'll do it," he told her, almost whispering. "Somebody better have some lotion, though," he added quickly. Jeff was bent over with his forehead resting on the chair, his hands tied behind his back, so the men could fuck him from behind. "Paul goes last," Jeff added, as he saw the men approaching him. Paul smiled, proud of his large cock. Alex stepped forward and Candy kneeled before him, wrapping her tits around his cock and sucking the head of his cock. His cock sprung to attention and she then smeared lotion on her breast and rubbed her breast over Jeff's asshole. Alex cautiously placed his cock at the opening of Jeff's anus and slowly forced himself in. Jeff groaned in pain as Alex's fat cock forced his way in. "You're a tight little bitch," Alex told him, slapping him on the ass. Alex began to fuck Jeff's ass as the men watched. Jeff grit his teeth and tried to block out the pain. He felt like his asshole was on fire. "Too bad for you I came already," Alex told him. "This could take a while." "God, suck on his balls or something!" Jeff cried out. "Anything to get him to stop!" Alex grabbed Jeff's ass cheeks and began to ram him harder. Candy walked over and cradled Alex's head on her breasts and kissed him soulfully on the mouth. The added attention she gave him was enough and he climaxed violently, clawing at Jeff's ass. Jeff could feel the blasts of sperm entering his rectum and he was confused by the strange feeling of pleasure that was coming over him. George was next. He took a while to get erect, having already let loose two climaxes. Candy took special care to suckle his cock and milk him to erection with her soft, pillowy breasts. Finally, turgid, he walked over to Jeff and plunged his cock into Jeff's ass. "Now you know what it's like to be in jail," George laughed, grabbing Jeff's asscheeks and pounding him mercilessly. "Hmm, being gay isn't so bad," George thought, enjoying Jeff's tight ass. Looking to humiliate Jeff further, George reached around and began to stroke Jeff's cock. Against his wishes, Jeff found his cock becoming erect. "Let go of my cock, faggot!" Jeff yelled at George. "Look here, guys," George cried out, "the guy getting fucked in the ass is calling me a faggot." George began to burrow deeper into Jeff's ass and increased the pace of his stroking of Jeff's cock. George's balls slapped against Jeff's and Jeff found himself feeling a shameful pleasure of his ass being violated while his cock was stroked. He tried to distract himself from the sensations, but he was overcome and shuddered in orgasm, spraying ejaculate onto the floor. Turned on by Jeff's orgasm, George gripped Jeff's ass and ejaculated deeply into him. The warmth of George's sperm seemed to burn inside of Jeff. "Now you get a real man," Paul told Jeff, laughing. Candy gave Paul a lengthy blowjob. She wasn't just preparing him to fuck Jeff, she was adoring his long, beautiful cock, nibbling at the head and lathering his shaft with her tongue. Relaxing her jaw, she began to deepthroat him and Paul was impressed that a girl so young could handle his full eight inches. Finally Candy pushed him away and led him to Jeff. "I've got good news and bad news," Paul told Jeff. "The good news is, Candy sucked me so well, it won't take me long to blow. The bad news," he paused, "is that you are about to have eight inches of cock up your ass and I may just split you in half." Jeff whimpered - Alex and George's cocks had felt like they were going to tear him apart - how in the world could he handle Paul's large cock? Candy put more lotion on her breasts and rubbed her breasts onto Jeff's ass, lubricating him for Paul's entry. Paul gently inserted just the tip of his cock and Jeff thought to himself - this isn't so bad. Then suddenly, Jeff felt himself being torn apart as Paul thrust his full length into Jeff's ass. "Oww!" Jeff cried out in pain. But Paul was relentless, pounding his ass. Jeff continued to groan in pain and the men laughed at his situation, except for Dimitri who stood silently, betraying no emotion. After what seemed like nine or ten minutes - but probably felt a lifetime for Jeff, Paul erupted in orgasm, sending sperm deep into Jeff. "Okay, stand up," Candy instructed Jeff, and the men helped him to his feet. Candy kneeled before him and took his spent cock in her mouth and suckled him back to a second erection. She teased his cock lightly with her tongue, then wrapped her breasts around his cock and began to titfuck him vigorously. "Oh, this makes it all worthwhile," Jeff exclaimed, feeling powerful between Candy's breasts. He began to buck his hips, fucking Candy's tits powerfully. "Just a minute," Candy told him. She took out her lotion and rubbed it into her breasts so he didn't rub her raw. Candy instructed George to come behind her and help press her breasts together tightly. George complied, enjoying the softness of Candy's breasts. He could feel a ripple course through each time Jeff plowed through Candy's tits, the force of his thrusts pressing the sides of Candy's breasts against George's hands. This turned George on and he got hard, his erection pushing against Candy's back. "God!!" Jeff cried out, ejaculating between Candy's tits. His sperm blasted against her chin and splashed down onto her tits, dribbling over her breasts and onto her legs. Candy sat back, exhausted. The men also were spent - all but Dimitri, who walked toward Candy. "I have one more proposition for you," he told her. In that moment, she knew he wanted to fuck her in the ass. "I wouldn't do it for less than another five thousand," Candy told him. "I've not even told you my request," Dimitri calmly stated. "You want to fuck me in the ass; I can tell by how you were watching me," Candy told him. "Yes," he admitted. "I want to ass fuck you." He stared intently at her. "I guess I was impulsive and too generous in my initial offer." Candy was disappointed. She was sure her ass was worth five thousand. But she had obviously overestimated Dimitri's wealth. Still, he had a small cock and Candy had once used a dildo on her ass and it had felt pretty good. "How much do you have?" Candy asked. Dimitri repressed a smile. "Two thousand more," he allowed. Candy but her lower lip. "Ok, she told him. You get my anal cherry." Dimitri wasted no time heading toward her. He positioned her on her hands and knees and greedily fondled her buttocks. "Be gentle," Candy requested. Dimitri rubbed lotion into Candy's asshole and gently fingered her ass. She squirmed at his touch initially but then relaxed and actually began bucking her hips gently, fucking his finger with her ass. Dimitri caressed her buttocks with his free hand, then, dislodging his finger, he placed his hard cock at the opening of her anus and gently pressed at her back door. Her anus opened slightly and he entered her ass slowly. "Damn, she's taking it a lot better than Jeff did," Paul exclaimed. Dimitri began to quicken his pace, gripping Candy's ass cheeks tightly. The men watched intently as Candy was ass fucked, her full breasts hanging down and swaying with the Russian's thrusts. Several men had their cocks out and were masterbating at the sight of Candy's ass fucking. "Oh!" Candy groaned, getting turned on by the anal penetration. Candy's groaning turned Dimitri on and he began to ram her deeper and harder. Several of the men were already climaxing as Dimitri let out a low groan and shot his sperm deeply into Candy's ass. As Dimitri pulled out, a slow dribble of ejaculate dropped out of Candy's quivering asshole. The Russian rolled her over and mounted her breasts, titfucking her with his limp cock. After several minutes he stopped his thrusts and kissed Candy soulfully. "That was one hell of a poker game!" George exclaimed. Candy lay upon the cum soaked futon, smiling and thinking of all the money she had earned. Her body had finally paid off.