2 comments/ 25590 views/ 2 favorites Gimme a Tequila By: Julian Paulina was having a party with the people she met on the beach. She didn't care how much damage she did to the assets of house, or the new Mercedes, or the murals hanging on the wall, or any of the other possessions they may have once shared. Those things were now like her heart, her mouth, her liver or her sweet, rounded ass, or the smooth, well-trimmed pussy he loved watching, licking or fucking: up for grabs. What mattered at that moment was that she needed another goddamn drink, and swigged from the bottle of Sauza with a vengeance. A promise of a sexual treat tempted the bartender from the Hilton into coming down and with the cash she gave him, opening up, icing down and mixing everything her guest asked for. Julio's eyes and senses blurred and horny with the thought of creating a pleasure zone of lust and passion with the sexy woman asking for all he could give her. In the corners, more people were moving, grinding, or fucking, legs high, toes pointed, and gasp of lust and pleasure rolled about on each other. Now the room of dancing, lost, drunken people getting off on each other was rising to a zenith of total pleasure and exhaustion. But the smiles they have will be immeasurable. And yet all she could think about was the man not there. For Paulina, another drink in her hot, slick throat and for him, the absent him, another different woman, one he shouldn't have or touch. ***** She began his day with the promise of lust to come, sitting on a settee, high heels adorning her small, delicate feet. A serape they'd gotten on a trip to Cancun and her tight, ass-gripping boy shorts that let her firm, round cheeks peek out of the back of them were his morning wake-up before heading for work in Miami. Paulina's honey-brown and blonde hair waved over her twinkling, wanton gaze as she leaning back on the edge of the cushion, smiling with her Chanel lipstick touched by the overhead lights and the shimmer exasperated by the morning light slipping through the drapes and into the room. She loved morning for the delight of either being mouth-fucked or ridden orally and fingered, used and enjoyed, his personal kept fucktoy. Paulina knew what he'd like, her on the settee, her hair in his fingers, his zipper open and a cock hard and wet with her saliva, hot pink lips wrapped around like a kiss of life, making his manliness harder, thicker, fatter, the balls moving with her stroking, loving tongue. Within a few seconds of lust and wonder, he'd begin fucking her mouth in earnest, groaning and rolling his hips, his cock slipping along her throat and his balls slapping her chin. Then her cheeks were deflating and rising, hollow and eyes glimmering as she felt his excitement ravishing her mouth and pumping his hips like mad, growling aching to feel his release hitting her throat. ***** That wasn't this moment as the speakers moved with the song by Daddy Yankee pulsing through the group, making the wild people wearing bikini bottoms and heels, soft tans, and warm, smooth young sleek bodies. She may have met them on the beach, but she only chose the nicest-looking people or the really wild extroverts to invite... for now. If nothing else she'd fuck all the good-looking men before her conceit collapsed with a bottle of rum in her stomach and cruising through her mind and body, letting her fuck anything in that need for revenge. ***** One day he's going to miss having her boy-shorts around one thigh, wadded up and his fingers stroking the downy, manicured pussy lips, smooth away from the blonde-brown landing strip, a half-inch shy of being completely bald. Paulina loved his cock bracing against his tension, her mouth his pit of passion as she lay on her back, rolling and grinding as his fingers slipped over her clit, stroking it in circles, her head bobbing like mad. She ached to be used like that, or like her previous memory, just because her want was to taste, to savor, to drink his passion in a gulping reflex of her throat, having him fucking her mouth just because he could and she wanted it done to and for her. After today all that may soon be gone from his touch. Soon her boy-shorts would be wadded up on the floor, sticky with her juices. Her halter-top would be lost, soaking in tequila and wet kisses from anyone aching to touch their hostess. Paulina knew her heels would be up in the air, wrapped around someone's neck, shoulders or back. The house would be a wreck and there could be no turning back from being turned out or used by anyone or everyone. All she had she was willing to give after the spectacle today. Earlier today, Paulina wore a micro-mini skirt that clung to her asscheeks; heels higher than usual, very stripper-esque, no bra (or thong for that matter) on her 34-C's and a blazer that draped her all-over tan. She knew the staff always saw the entrance, their eyes staring too hard sometimes; some of the security guards staring wishing Paulina could be their fucktoy. Avoiding the boredom of their eyes she would easily bypass them in her almost-indecent outfit by taking a side stairwell. It would open on his floor, using just a hidden key and saving her the staring eyes. She could make him happy, fucking him on his desk, setting aside his paperwork, soundproof as she might have moaned in total bliss, riding his cock and wiggling like a bitch in heat, letting him cum in or on her if he so pleased. Or at least that was the plan. When the door moved softly with the hydraulic lever, Paulina knew it would be a surprise, but not what she expected. Instead, there was his young, cute secretary on her knees, her business suit open, her tremendous, ripe, double-D breast wrapped over his cock, her stomach rubbing his balls, full and hairy. Her eyeglasses slipped down onto the end of her nose and she was licking and sucking the tip of his cock, making his head loll back in total ecstasy, making him moan as he leaned into the seat. He was groaning as his knees held her arms up, her hair in his fingers, his growls lustier than she could have imagined for the working girl on her knees with the over-sized tits slapping his dick like mad. Unexpectedly, Paulina's nipples began tingling under the satin lining of the blazer and her well-wetted and trimmed pink pussy drooling juices like mad out of her. 'No wonder he slipped out before touching me' she thought. Trembling, lifting the camera phone, Paulina smiled a tear on her eye and snapped a picture of the secretary sucking his cock, licking his hairy, rounded balls, banging her mouth with his pumping hips using her like a well-oiled, juicy fuck machine with teeth. She knew seeing his face and driving her own tongue deeper under his cock would be all she could have hoped for, and in such an indecent outfit, was now a waste of time and effort. Down the stairwell she was lost in the oblivion of pleasure of watching that cock she loved being sucked by another lesser woman, a per-hour slut that needed a raise or promotion, letting the boss fuck her tits and mouth. Paulina stopped on the private stairwell, leaning on the rail, bending at the waist seeing him in her minds' eye, fucking that young secretary's mouth deeper and faster. For days like this she obviously never wore a thong, so she slipped her fingers under the hemline and began strumming her clit to the beat of her heart and the hallucinations of recalling her lover tit-fucking his sluttish secretary. The aural hallucination let Paulina imagine hearing the cry of pleasure as he came on her body and face, his stick semen shooting like a cannon out of the tip of his cock, arcing onto her blushing hot cheeks and licking, hungry lips. The secretary was going to work hard for the raise, and Paulina felt her own fingers touching and stroking her clitty like mad, moaning at the overwhelming shame and pleasure of her voyeuristic inclination. His quickie turned into her pleasure, as she knelt down, fingering her pussy with one hand and rubbing her clit furiously with the other as the pounding caress of her impending orgasm swam over her body like a dolphin on the waves. A few more seconds in the private stairwell and she could feel her fingers drenched, soaked with the splash of juices as she imagined the secretary sucking and licking his cock clean. Then his smile would touch her eyes, making her feel as if she'd conquered the world by making her boss cum like a trapped man losing his pride and senses. Had there been another camera with her in the stairwell, she would have told her lover what she thought of him and his typing whore. Sadly, all Paulina could do was dust off her knees, shake her long beautiful mane of chestnut brown hair, lick her fingers clean, roll the micro-mini back over her asscheeks and smooth pussy, and winced in heartbreak. Wiping the tears from her eyes with the same fingers she had just licked clean to pleasure herself, Paulina began checking her appearance, closed angling bosom-baring blazer and descended the stairwell. Then she remembered the camera-phone and the image trapped on it. Standing, dusting her knees once more, she smiled, rolled the hem back down over her perfect apple-ass and moved clicking down the stairs and out to the street, no matter how noticeable her slightly disheveled and tussled hair may look to the passing eye. Deep down inside, what mattered is that she came, and was going to cum multiple times tonight. And tomorrow, and the day after that. So Paulina knew she had to have a party. And the party had to be today. No, she'd wait for her revenge... until tonight. Within minutes she had her heels took her across the street, clicking over the marble floor of the Hilton hotel, walking past the incredulous stares. The tourist and the locals all seemed to love her long legs and sultry heels, her micro-mini hidden under the hem of the tailored double-breasted blazer, and her attitude. She glared at the leering eyes from behind her Gucci sunglasses, seeing that she wasn't she wasn't just his whore, but his cheating made her just any whore. And if that were the case, she would be one; the best money could not buy. Some men leered and smiled as if she could be rented for a lapdance or just because she was attired in a revealing outfit. The flash of her smile and a wave of her head, and she showed them she was too good for them. Way too good to be bought with mere money; her currency was mutual lust, desire and total abandonment. At the moment she felt bankrupt, but knew deep inside the smooth lips and jiggling breast with tingling nipples and wetted lips under her micro-mini, that this feeling wouldn't last long. She needed to be filled. Repeatedly. The bartender was a clean-cut named Julio, dark skin with black hair and steely eyes, smiling with a gleam as his broad shoulders leaned over the surface: "What can I get you today miss?" "Dos Equis" she replied, "and a shot of Sauza." "Lime and salt?" "No", she said. "If that were necessary I'd ask for a margarita." Julio chuckled, grabbing and tossing the bottle top behind him, letting it clatter on the floor, ringing as he placed it and a frosted mug next to her. A swing of his broad arms and shot of tequila hit the bottom of the small glass. "Anything else pretty lady?" Paulina sighed, smiling devilishly, leaned over the counter, pressing her arms close to her bosom, creating a cleft of cleavage and breathed softly: "How'd you like a blowjob for tending bar at my place for a few hours tonight?" "Sure. I clock out in a couple of hours." A fast scribble and her leaning over the bar kept the patrons peeking at the micro-mini's hemline rising; her asscheeks and closely shaved mound would have been peering back at them. "Here's the address and $500 dollars. Be there by 7pm or I'll come back here and give you something you won't like as much..." A kiss on the cheek, a wink, and she sauntered out of the bar with a belly full of booze instead of man-juices and she continued strolling to the Mercedes in the valet parking out of the business office where he worked. A fast stride and motion and she was moving back to her ocean side mansion and sat at her computer, downloading the camera phone image from her account to a picture program. Opening the file with a chance to add text, she smiled seeing her lover stilled as he tit-fucked the secretary. She watched the secretary smile as she licked his cocktip and relished how her boss was smiling and aching to cum. Delight would be etched on his face and in his thick cock jutting from between her double-D breast. Beep! His e-mail sounded on his computer downtown. He was smiling and watching as the attachment opened, showing him the infidelity he had committed earlier with his secretary. Atop the picture was a caption that said all he knew he had lost her for the moment: Don't come home tonight. Call me Sunday and maybe we can start over on Monday. Spend this weekend fucking your whore secretary and see if it was worth losing me. -- P This meant shopping. A new suit for Friday and some casual clothes for the weekend; he'd tell his associates he needed a place at the Mariott Hotel for the time being since he didn't want to drive out of the city for meeting his 'clients'. He was still thinking about the cock sucking secretary and those amazingly tremendous breasts. Maybe getting rid of her would be worth the loss of a few items in the mansion... ****** The party was underway by 7:00 p.m. as the sun peaked and rolled back, moving and keeping the humidity but taking a few degrees with it. She smiled; dancing and wiggling like mad in a boy-cut bikini bottom, her ankle-strap heels and her halter-top already wet with salt water and rum, beer or tequila. The gourmet take-out trays were dug into, food and music filling the house as the pretty people she found crept into the hallways and along the rooms, over the furniture and like a coat of paint, settling in everywhere. She smiled bundling her hair over the center of her head, swapping swigs of tequila with Julio, pouring a limitless amount of booze on his chest and kissing him with a lime in her mouth, then letting him suck the salt off her finger and down his throat. Julio just kept smiling and swinging his hips to the beat of the music: Thalia, Daddy Yankee, Juanes, Pilar Montenegro, and anything with a great beat to shake your body to, wiggle, or make-out as the songs played was playing. She was the good hostess, smiling and caressing people like mad, touching bellies, cupping asscheeks in her hands, manicured nails stroking the thighs and feeling the smooth spine and skin, kissing everyone, male and female alike, deeply with lots of tongue and groping. She never knew another woman's touch previously. But now she hungered for it. A manly chest crushing her breast, smooth or hairy, or a woman pressing her full bosom to hers, cupping her cheeks in manicured nails, caressing her in the lusty touch of Sappho; she wanted it all. She was drowning in affections, people seeking mutual satisfaction, wanting her, needing her, aching to touch, kiss, grope, feel, or finger their hostess. A few brave people caressed her, grinding against her body as she giggled or gave body shots, or slipped booze from her mouth into theirs', tongues dipping over each other and music helping the people lose more of their inhibitions as well as more clothing. She smiled, walking around, holding a camera, filming or taking pictures between swigs and shots, kisses and hugs, pats on the ass, and someone still trying to fondle a camel-toe between her thighs. That guy - Or was it a girl? - kept getting pushed away for the moment. She couldn't cum again after her pleasure on the stairwell, moaning and whimpering on her fingers. She needed more to feed the new voyeuristic delight of watching others fucking and riding like mad. And she was much to busy being a good hostess. For the moment anyway... Her camera slipped between circles of beautiful, sexy women groping a very handsome African-American muscleman licking pussy like it would be his last meal. They kept reaching under his brushing hand, groping the elephant truck of a cock between his legs, the head almost on the floor as he continued eating out a naked pale blonde heiress that somehow entered the party. She was naked and loving his delights in her wet smooth cunt, the downy hairs his path to her perfect pink lips. Other women were kissing his back, his ears, stroking the dickmeat, fondling the full, round balls and pushing a wetted tongue up his ass. She zoomed in on several fingers gripping and playing with their own clitties and fingering their own pussies like mad, fingers riding and grinding like mad as they continued watching the black and white couple expressing their lust for each other on the couch in front of them. Then Paulina moved to find two frat boys riding a hot young woman, pumping a cock into her wet shaved pussy, bending the dickmeat as it slammed mercilessly inside her sweet hot cunt. The other was riding her face, fucking up and down into her mouth, watching her losing her mind and willing the cock deeper down her throat as his pal continued banging away. All three people were being cheered like mad as the room shouted and the many spectators jacked off or fingered themselves before finding someone to help them achieve their own orgasms. Now as the booze flowed and she gave them access to the mansion, she saw topless women having their nipples licked and sucked, the two men being jacked off by her rapid hands. In a bedroom, one young redheaded slut with a no tan lines or a bikini was doing shots of Absolut before sucking man after man off, five or more in a circle around her, using her, and wearing her bikini on their shoulders. Her body glowed of her not wearing a bikini very often, the bronze color interrupted occasionally by the sticky remains of the previous splash of jism she took on her face or her thick fat nipples and firm round breast. Her breast jiggled, thick hard nipples tipping the firm rounded breast and men reaching down as her cheeks hollowed and breathed on cock after cock. Their cock size and personal color a non-issue for she had the ability to make a hole in the back of her head appear so she could suck them deeper, down to the root. Her tongue kept licking the underside, touching their balls and feeling their veins in the corner of her mouth bouncing, aching to shoot their wad on her face and leave her that much stickier. She smiled every time someone jacked off or had her cheeks ballooning when the load was too much for her hungry mouth, through it wasn't very often and she was glad the men loved this talent. Again, in the corners, more people were moving, grinding, or fucking, legs high, toes pointed, and gasp of lust and pleasure rolled about on each other. Now the room of dancing, lost, drunken people getting off on each other was rising to a zenith of total pleasure and exhaustion. But the smiles they will have will be immeasurable. As hostess, filming the delirious debauchery, she kept losing herself in the total bliss of seeing her guest happy. She filmed and sought out every frame on her digital camera and on the 8mm DVD camera. This would be something to remember. ****** It was now night time, and she was tired. There were countless cartridges of filmed action between every area of physical interaction possible. Anything and anyone willing to be opened, licked, penetrated and enjoyed repeatedly was captured on Super 8mm, filmed for her personal delight and memory. It must have been about 4:10 a.m. when she realized that the party was done and people had left, fled or escaped from her den of debauchery. There was a scattering of men's shorts and women's panties were slipping out of the seat cushions, from between the liquor bottles or under the deli trays now lifeless and crumb-latent. Gimme a Tequila Little of her dignity remained and somehow she realized she had changed somewhere in the night. It may have been when that Japanese skier followed her into the bathroom -- He was wearing a tattoo of the medal won in Italy this past winter Olympics. -- fingering her through her boy-shorts. He had helped her reach through the Lycra of her camel-toe and made her clit bounce and dance on his spinning fingertips and with the kisses on her neck; she shuddered through a nice orgasm. All she had come to do was brush out the confetti in her hair in privacy, and this delight had occurred. She didn't even know his name, just his story and sordid touch. And as she thinks she lost her top, pussy juices leaking into the molded camel-toe of her wet pussy mound, she continued filming everyone just wearing her boy-shorts cupped to her ass cheeks. The heels clicking about the house and she wove between the naked, fucking couples and groups of men, women and every combination therein. Or it could have been when she slipped into the bedroom as a couple of lovers exited the room, arms around each other, perhaps happy no one had watched them consummating their personal delight and desire. As she slipped out of her shorts she felt a tongue drop quickly into her pussy mound. Aching to be touched again, Paulina stayed bent over, the fingers clenching her cheeks, spreading them and pushing an inhaling nose into the exposed anus. Then the tongue quickened on her lips and circled her juicing pussy, moving her clitty faster, spinning the sensitive, tender bud and making her breath speed up. A gasp escaped her teeth, fingernails dug into the tender flesh of her ass cheeks again, and Paulina came again. She reveled in the delight she received anonymously, and did not wonder why, but just smiled. Shaking her hair, she looked back over her shoulder to see a woman's smooth, pear-shaped figure leaving the room. She didn't notice the color of her hair to figure out which lover it had been, but focused on the fact that a naked woman had just knelt behind her and slipped her face into her ass to lick the hostess to a beautiful, lip-biting orgasm. ****** 5:00 a.m. Paulina had just found herself a chance to shower as the last of her guest were leaving, the multitudes kissing her naked-but-for-her-heels body in unimaginable places. She spied a glance to the wall of the many Polaroid's taken of her sucking cocks, licking balls of strange men and fingering or licking unknown women. A few unconscious bodies lay naked tangled in limbs or connected by stains of splashed sexual sauces. In a private bathroom she slipped out of her heels and down into her bare feet, the water cascading over her perfect breast, smooth belly, and now, smoothly shaved pussy. As she fingered herself and stroked the bare skin, circling the clit and gently pinching it, she wondered where her landing strip went. Then it dawned on her... "Let's just shave it smooth babe... don't worry. No one's going to love it more than I will." It was a honeyed voice with a Texas drawl, a vacationing oil tycoon's son who ached to shave and lick her pussy. He fingered her deep and fast as he slipped a razor over the landing strip, taking her hair as his pelt and prize, his tongue digging deeper inside her hot, wet cunt. It was then that she realized his light-skinned, African-American lover had been the one holding her ass-cheeks open previously, with her fingers again grasping her, while the tycoon's son clasped her thighs, keeping her wide, and shaved Paulina's ass before licking and fingering it at the same time. She had been shaved and double penetrated with tongues, fingers and a lot of saliva, making her cum with teeth chattering gasps and moans. Her hair was limp over her face and she shampooed her long locks with tender strokes and tealeaf scents. She smiled, still tingling and shaking from the amoral, amorous lust poured into and onto her body. It was as if her clit could not resettle inside the pussy mound nor would her nipples stop being erect. Even the touch of the scalding water made her tremble and shiver with delight and need. A raw clit, a motion of the water caressing her like the man guest that night; Paulina smiled again, past the hiss of the door opening, releasing steam into the hallway. "Miss Paulina", his voice trembled slightly. "Juan and I are done cleaning up. All your guest have left and we're ready to go." Julio couldn't help staring at the luscious shape of the woman showering in the enclosed bath. He was tired, shaking from so many shots and the orgy displaced at his feet and around the room and over his vision again and again. This was an unbelievable night, and the money made up for the wealthy woman being unable to give him the promised payment of lust; the money was compensating enough. "Alright" she called back softly, "just meet me in the library and start a fire so I can dry off when you leave. Did you make enough in tips?" 'Did he forget about the blowjob payment I offered this afternoon', she wondered? "Si senora", he replied, closing the door softly. Her own fingers caressed the smoothness above her clit, touching the raw tingling button one more time before washing off the smell of the skier and the Texan, and wanting to be fresh once more. A glimmer tucked itself into her eyes and she smiled: 'No man forgets being offered a blowjob.' Licking her lips, reapplying her makeup lightly with lipstick, Paulina dried off, wrapped a towel over her breast and let the opening reveal her smooth belly and curved hip. Her long legs and bare feet padded along the carpeting and she was excited, wondering what would happen, and where was her camera? ****** She padded into the library softly, thinking about all she had seen, about every drop of revenge she filmed and every lusty being coursing through her home that night. Paulina smiled, watching the two men standing amid the glow of the crackling flames, shirtless, slick with warmth and work of serving people all night long. Neither bothered putting on a t-shirt nor did they try concealing the obvious bulges in their jeans. A snifter of brandy had been poured for her, and she smiled. "I promised to pay you didn't I Julio?" Paulina knelt, opening her towel, revealing the amazing figure in the firelight of the slightly darkened room. Her nipples hard as diamonds, and the mound of her pussy bald and smooth, the clit protruding from between her legs under the shadow of the flat belly. They stared open-mouthed, this goddess of pleasure, a centerfold come to life, now reaching out to unzip each man as he stood in place. Small hands and manicured nails opened the copper zippers from the indigo, fishing into the passage and producing the sprouting cocks into her palms. She stroked, fondled and pressed the heads of both cocks against her perfect tits, rubbing the precum onto her skin before lifting them to her mouth. Julio groaned, his hands in her hair, fingers swirling in the long drying brunette hair while her eyes closed, devouring his hard-on tasting him. Then she switched to Juan's cock, licking the underside with a smile before clamping down on it, licking the vein before pushing her head down gobbling him with fervor. Lapping and moving her head like a machine searching for delight, she consumed, sucked and swallowed the length of both hard-on's, bouncing each one off her tongue. A fast motion and a blur of wet hair, and Paulina could almost feel the cock fucking her own throat, still buzzing from the many shots and the lust of all she'd seen that night. She stuffed and gagged herself, the heads bouncing onto the back of her throat, her gag-reflex subdued by the brandy and the horniness coursing through her tight body and her wiggling hot clitty. More strokes and her hand jacked the two men off, fucking her mouth and fist with the thick fat cocks and ride them with her open and stretched jaws. Within moments, both men slid down to the carpeting in front of the fire, stripping off their jeans from their ankles, surrounding her, licking an errant nipple and sucking the cinnamon sugar-colored skin, licking the scented bath oil off her with each kiss. Paulina moved, wiggling as one pair of fingers stroked her so-very-tender clitty and puncturing the seal of her outer pussy lips, fingering-fucking her hard & deep, calluses surrounded by pink honey and girly lust pouring out down his fingers and between her thighs and onto the carpeting. She could already feel the first orgasm shaking her sweet tender body, eyes aflutter, wondering which of the two bartenders was touching her, and not really caring deep inside, just loving it. Another pair of fingers stroked her nipples and pinched the undersides of her breast, tugging the smooth round skin and flicking the hardened buds back between twisting fingers and a wet, lapping tongue smoothly drooling over her senses spinning out of control. Her hand searched quickly for the cocks again, wanting to touch them, tug them, feeling them pulsing in her grip as they had in her mouth and on her palette, in the back of her throat and tongue. Instead, the darkness was smashed with a strangled gasping, the first orgasm pulsing through her veins, overheating her and making her shake and jump so hard, Paulina feared shed slip away from the men. With their cravings, it would not happen that way tonight. Seconds later, as the pulsing sensitivity of her finger-fucking collapsed like a balloon deflating, Paulina found herself on her back, feeling a cock penetrate her smoothly. She looked up, seeing Juan pushing his hips down, bearing deeper inside her until his balls were nestled on her asscheeks, buried to the hilt, slowly stirring his hips fucking her as the pleasure she would be for his lust. Julio knelt beside her head, gathering her hair in his fingers, and tugging her head upwards, fucking her mouth as her cheek came parallel to the floor, her cheeks deflating with each stroke of his cock fucking down into her mouth. Juan pumped, gasping, "Shit Julio! This bitch is good!" Paulina moved her hips with renewed vigor, fucking back onto the cock stuffed inside her, moaning as the other cock fucked her mouth faster, using it as she had watched her lover use his secretary. "This bitch is gonna get even better, aren't you slut?" Paulina nodded at the crude commands and vulgar compliments; being used was better than being alone at that moment. She felt the hands moving quickly, lifting her leg as Juan slid out of her sopping pussy and placed his juiced-up cock at the entrance of her anus, bearing into it slowly, moving her cheeks aside to enter her better. Paulina gasped, then felt the cock run off her chin and away, suddenly slipping back inside her hot clenching pussy, fucking her fast, deep and hard. "OH GOD! FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEE!" Suddenly, she was bawling, screaming, losing oxygen with each peak her body ran to in search of her ultimate climax. Paulina clawed the air, gasping and moaning aloud, growling like a beast, fucking for all she was worth. Both men crushed her body, pounded her passages, tight and willing and gave her every stroke, every humping their bodies could muster. The balls slapped one another and suddenly, Paulina felt an orgasm like she'd never felt before, screaming and howling as if she were running in the moonlight. As her eyes flickered and her body jumped and pulsed, she felt the cocks pounding mercilessly into her body, fucking her ass and pussy again and again, pistons driving the engine of her sexual needs and her ache to be enjoyed and to be even. More convulsions shook the trio, both men grabbing loose carpeting and rolling about, their cocks unable to relinquish the wonderful burials they enjoyed inside her sexy, willing body. As her body-quaking orgasm began to reside, her felt both cocks simultaneously belching into her hot ass and tight cunt, flooding her, the passages barely able to contain all both men poured into her willingness at that moment. Spent, the trio collapsed, Paulina between both men splayed out on the carpeting, smiling softly in the flickering light of the fireplace, staring at the hired help with new eyes, lusting for more. "Maybe", she said stroking each bare chest in turn, "Julio needs to be in my ass this time... " ****** Paulina smiled the next afternoon, her home a wreck, the movie tapes in a stack next to the Polariods on the wall behind the bar. She found a note that said, 'Somehow Julio & I were able to take turns filming each other with you. Hope you like the movie.' Another smile crept onto her lips, and she was wondering which way life would take her next.