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Making a Whore

By: dna27fog



Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend.

I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20, if that. She wasn't beautiful, but was definitely not unattractive. At 5'6" with a slender waist and ample 36 D tits with long curly strawberry hair, she could be stunning at times.

Heather had a serious lack of confidence and I was a shy older man, so it took a while for innocent flirting to develop into both of us using any excuse possible to be away for a day or two at a time. We were always holed up in a motel somewhere.

Soon, we were talking about our fantasies and telling stories while we fucked. It seemed we were both probing to see how far the other was willing to go. I soon found that she had her limits. And I liked to push her past them.

She liked to be called a slut when we fucked, but hated to be called a whore. So, I started to whisper whore in her ear. In order to reinforce it, I told her how it would turn me on if she fucked someone for money. She was from a racist family, and although she wasn't, she was not into black guys. So, I pushed her into them. She had a steady diet of one black guy after another.

She didn't like the idea of cuckolding me, so I pushed her to find a guy that she liked, but made it hard for her to be in control. It was always drama. I would push her to spend the weekend in Philadelphia at his house, and then call her and tell her she was a slut and didn't care about me.

I don't think I realized I was doing any of this at the time, but looking back that is exactly what I was doing.

On the way to Baltimore, there is an adult bookstore with the sleaziest porn theater you have ever seen in the rear. The theater is dark, with 4 rooms connected by a common hallway. 2 rooms have standard "straight" porn while two of them have gay porn. There are sofas and chairs arranged in these rooms facing the big screen TV's displaying the porn.

I can't tell you how bad this furniture looked, because I never saw it in the light. I know, I felt skeezy just touching it. And the guys that went in there weren't a whole lot better.

Heather and I had talked about wanting to go up there together. She wanted to fuck while we were watched. She also wanted to go into a gloryhole booth together and watch me suck cock. I told her I loved to watch her suck cock. Every time I got her to give in to something else, I pushed a little further. She was eventually nervous because our plans had morphed into me presenting her to a room full of strangers.

While she was getting dressed, I was making suggestions as to what she should wear. I knew that I needed to guide her rather than try to control her. She would pick a pair of jeans and I would tell her that was fine, but at the same time would be holding a very short black skirt. She asked if I liked that better and when I said yes, she chose it.

She liked the top I chose. It was a white ¾ sleeve button up shirt that always looked great with that skirt. She normally wore it with a black Victoria's Secret push up bra and only had one button fastened on the shirt. Her tits were glorious and so wonderfully exposed I loved when she wore it because I loved watching everybody stare at her whether they wanted to or not. Leering looks from men caused me to smile. Disapproving looks from women caused us to giggle.

I loved her being a slut and I loved her looking like a slut.

But this day, there was no bra because I wanted to be able to get her tits out more easily. We ended up buttoning a few buttons below her tits to act as support, but the upper buttons were undone.

With her short black skirt white shirt she wore black stripper heels. She was taller than me, with her long curly red hair, long legs and perfect tits and looked like a perfect slut as we walked in to Bush River Adult Bookstore and Theater.

We paid our 10 dollar admittance to the theater (women got in free naturally) and started in. She was hesitant and holding my hand. I didn't pull her, but walked just far enough ahead that my hand was leading her. I told her it would be all right and we would stop if it got to be too much for her, but I knew that it was not going to be me that stopped it unless it got out of control.

Bush River's theater is the seediest place ever. It has four rooms, each with a big screen projection TV playing a looped DVD. 2 rooms playing "straight" movies and 2 rooms play "gay" movies. We chose the furthest of the "straight" rooms.

The room had two rows of couches and the door by the wall was lined with recliners. The upholstery was in terrible condition and I am sure that an inspection under light would reveal, well... you wouldn't want to see it in the light.

There were probably ten people in there. They were all male. It was mostly older men watching the movie or watching the guy on his knees sucking another's dick in the back corner. But, they all took notice of Heather when we walked in.

All eyes were on her as we sat in the two recliners closest to the door. I was nervous because I didn't know how I was going to get this started. I could tell how nervous because she didn't want to be there. She was only there because I wanted it.

So, we watched the movie holding hands for a few minutes. I saw everyone waiting to see what was going to happen next, so I started it.

I took her hand and guided her to my lap. She was a perfect fit. If ever a girl had been molded to fit someone, it was her for me. When we walked and I put my arm around her, the curve of her hips perfectly supported my arm. When we slept and curled up around each other, her waist made the perfect place for my arms to pass around her. When she sat in my lap, her ass would grind against my cock and my face would be right at her neck.

And again, it was so. She couldn't help it. She could feel my hard cock pressing into her ass and she started to move as I began to kiss her neck and felt her glorious mane in my face. I bit and nibbled and kissed her neck and whispered to her that I loved her being a slut and it was so hot.

My hands began to caress her stomach and up to the bottom of her tits. She slid forward slightly, and reached around behind her to pull my cock out. I helped her with that, because it kept her distracted from the fact that the other men were moving closer for a better view.

I could see some of them had their cocks out in their hands jerking off, while others just watched.

I reached for the uppermost closed button on her shirt to open it, and her hand brushed mine away slightly. I acted as if I didn't notice and unbuttoned it anyway. Then I played with her tits while she slowly stroked my cock. 

I opened the next button, and she didn't resist, but I noticed her eyes were now closed. She was resigned to almost anything I wanted. So I took the opportunity to push some more.

I unbuttoned the last button on her shirt and let those beautiful tits tumble out. I knew she wasn't looking, so as I began to tease them, I whispered in her ear "You should look. They are all watching you. They know you are a slut and they want to know what's going to happen next"

I moved my hands under her breasts and cupped them, lifting them high to present them to everyone in the room. Only one guy took the hint, but he didn't hesitate. He immediately was on his knees sucking on nipple while playing with the other. He was obviously turned on to be sucking on twenty year old pierced nipples, since he was probably in his fifties.

Once he attacked her tits, it didn't take long for others to join him. There were four or five guys around her, all reaching for her tits, pinching her nipples, pulling on the nipple rings, and touching her hair.

I held her tits out for one guy to suck while I whispered constantly in her ear. "Don't you feel like a slut? How does it feel to have strangers playing with your tits?" I kissed her neck until she seemed to withdraw and then I withdrew.

The more she tried to get into it, the more I called her a slut and told her I loved her. I told her I loved seeing her tits in someone else's mouth while I slid my fingers under her skirt and groped for her pussy.

It wasn't wet. She was scared more than turned on, so I started to gently massage her clit while telling her how much I loved her and how sexy she was and how I loved her being the center of attention. I could feel her starting to loosen up. She relaxed a bit and then she started to get wet.

Then I switched from calling her a slut to calling her a whore while lifting her skirt to expose her pussy. She balked, but I kept it exposed. She just lay there in resignation. She was letting them touch her however they wanted. I then motioned for a guy who was intently watching me finger her pussy to go ahead.

He got on his knees and dove straight in. He furiously lapped her cunt, and when his tongue touched her the first time, I felt her shiver, but she didn't move. After a moment where her legs contracted against the man between them, they opened wider.

She was no longer stroking my cock, but rather sitting on my lap leaning back against me with her arms just hanging there. I touched one of her hands and moved to a cock that was out beside her. She didn't stop me.

She let me curl her hand around it, and she began to unenthusiastically stroke it.

"That's a good whore." No reaction. "Stroke his cock. You want to make him cum, don't you? You're a slut and a whore. You want them all. You know I want you to. I want you to suck them. I want to see them cum on you. I want you to be my whore."

She was just there. I am sure at this point she was just somewhere else in her mind. So, I pushed harder. I motioned for a guy to bring his cock next to her mouth.

It was an old guy, overweight, with greasy gray hair and a shriveled little cock. She never even looked at him, she just opened her mouth when I said I wanted to see her suck his cock. 

He put it in her mouth and she closed her lips on it. Her head began to move on his stiffening member. As it got harder, she sucked a little more enthusiastically, all the while never looking at him.

Others started to crowd around her face to get their cocks closer to her mouth, and she took turns sucking them all. I am sure that she didn't know if she was sucking Johnny Depp or Danny Devito. She wasn't doing it because she wanted to. Only because I wanted her to.

It was chaos. They were all touching her, fighting for her attention, alternating their cocks in her face and her hands.

Then it happened. The guy between her legs had pulled his cock out of his pants. He took the hard cock, which was actually the most impressive of the group, and touched it to the rim of her pussy.

"He's gonna fuck you", I whispered in her ear.

That woke her up. She released the cocks from her hands, and turned away from the cock in her mouth, pushing the guy between her legs away. She looked me angrily in the eyes and started to stand up.

I held her down and began to apologize. I told her she looked like she was enjoying it, and I would never let anything happen that she didn't want. All she had to do was tell me no and I would have stopped it.

I was whispering this in her ear, telling her I loved her while buttoning up her shirt. We stood up and holding hands we walked out past the man behind the counter into the bright sunshine.

Without a word, we walked to the car, where I opened her door, as I always did, and went around to get in myself

We didn't speak for a while on the ride home. 

"Couldn't you tell I didn't want to do that?" she finally asked me.

"I just thought you were nervous. If you had wanted to stop, you know all you have to do is say so. I never want to push you into something you don't want to do. But, you were very hot." I made sure to slip that in. "But, I am sorry."

Things were a little strained around the house when we got home. There was no arguing, just a little tension. That is, until we went to bed.

She lay her head on my shoulder, and I pulled her close. My hands started to caress her shoulder and then I kissed her neck. I told her I loved her and she kissed me back. She reached down to caress my cock, and before long we were fucking hard and fast.

While I was pounding her pussy as hard as I could, I started to whisper to her how hot she looked being a slut. How hot it was to see her letting them use her. How much I loved it when she was sucking them. How hot it would have been to watch that one guy fuck her.

She was cumming loudly over and over again.

TBC

Making a Whore: A Hotel Party



 This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. The first part in the series is Making a whore: The Interview http://www.literotica.com/s/making-a-whore-the-interview so that would be the best place to start... All other stories in the series can be read in any order. My goal in this series is to cover every category/genre

*****

Jeff, the big guy, pulled her close to him and kissed her hotly. He crushed her tits against his taut, broad chest. Viv opened her mouth and let his tongue slip into her mouth and duel with her own tongue.

Hands started to attack her from everywhere. Her legs, thighs, tits and pussy were ravaged by the hands of all the men gathered there. Someone grabbed her ass and started kneading it hard.

"How many of you are there here?" She rasped.

"Six!" they seemed to chorus together as they all started to fondle and ravage her sexy body through her underclothes.

"Wait!" Viv cried out, knowing that she had to get them organised or else this could get ugly. "I can't take all of you at once!"

One of the guys let out a low whistle as she grabbed one of the men's hands and led him to the centre of the room. 

"Here, sit down." She said, taking full control of the situation. "Jeff, you stand next to him. All you guys make a circle around me."

They followed obediently, forming a ring around her. "Now take off your clothes." Viv said softly as she adjusted her panties and garters. Her heart was pounding with excitement and she could feel her pussy wet as an otter. She licked her lips slowly as she watched the men undress.

*** ***** ***

Viv got out of the taxi in front of the imposing hotel just a little past eight in the evening. She had been told that she was going to be the 'entertainment' for a party. She was wearing a tight, short, black dress that just covered her ass. Patterned smoke coloured stockings encased her lovely legs while strappy black heels finished off the outfit. Underneath, she wore a half cup bra that barely concealed her nipples while her pussy was encased in black lace panties, seated on top of a matching black garter belt that held up her stockings. Viv always wore her panties over her stocking so that she could remove the panties while keeping the stockings on. She had always wondered if that was the proper way to wear garters. Whenever she had looked at lingerie models, they always seemed to wear their panties under their garters. She had to admit that wearing panties underneath the garters was definitely more comfortable. However, it was quite impractical. Firstly it was difficult to pee as you had to undo the garters to pull your panties down. More importantly, though, was that you couldn't fuck without removing your panties. Men seemed to love to fuck a woman wearing stockings and removing the garters to take off a pair of panties somehow spoilt the fun. So even though it was less comfortable, she wore her panties over the garters.

Viv tucked her small purse under her arm as she swung her shapely legs out of the taxi and sashayed her way to the front of the hotel. The Excelsior was one of the poshest hotels in town not to mention expensive. Dark, tinted, glass sliding doors slid quietly open to reveal a large marble floored lobby. She walked to reception counter, as had been instructed.

"I have an appointment with Frank," she said, again as had been instructed.

The pretty girl behind the counter smiled at her, "Just a moment, let me check." She keyed in something on the keyboard then looked up. "Yes," She smiled. "Here's the key, room 1532. You'll need to insert the key into the security slot before pressing floor 15."

"Thankyou." Vivienna replied, taking the key from the girl.

She turned to walk to the elevators, located at the far end of the hotel. Her heels clicked noisily on the marble floor. Three of the six elevator doors were already open and she stepped into one of them. The elevators were as opulent as the rest of the building with mirrors on all walls as well as the ceiling. The floor was covered in golden marble and the walls had dark wood trim on them. Viv pressed the button for the 15th floor.

The elevator sped upwards with a giant hum and Viv wondered what was in store for her this night. She absentmindedly adjusted the hem of her dress and smoothed it down over her tight stomach. In no time at all the elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open. Viv stepped out and looked for room 32 that was located at the far end of the corridor. She smoothened her dress again and teased her hair before pressing the doorbell. She heard footsteps before the door opened and a gentleman, around 40 opened the door.

"Hello there!" he said. "Come in, come in. I'm Frank."

Viv walked in and noticed she was in a suite. There was a lounge area with a sofa, two chairs and a coffee table. At the side was a door, presumably going into the bedroom. On the chairs and sofa were five other men, all drinking wine and beer.

"Boys, this is... um, I didn't get your name." Frank said.

"Sandra. Sandra Chaudhary." Viv replied, using her oft used 'stage name.' "But you can call me anything you want."

Loud laughter greeted her statement. "You hear that boys? We can call her anything we want!"

All six men were staring at her hungrily. Viv had been told that in a multiple situation such as this, it was always best that she played a strong role but also not too strong.

She placed her purse on the bar top and thrusting her hips out to one side she purred. "You can do anything you want to me too." As she licked her lips.

Frank smiled at her and walked up close. "Actually Sandra, we do things a little differently here. We're more interested in you having a good time. As clichéd as that may sound, its true. So have a seat."

"Can I get you a drink? I'm Jeff by the way." Said a tall big guy.

"Umm, a red wine maybe?" Viv replied," if you have any?"

"Sure thing." Jeff said and offered her a glass.

The other men introduced themselves. Tony, Steve, Peter and Stephen - "With a P and its Stephen not Steve."

Viv sat on the sofa and slowly sipped her wine, unsure of where this was going or how it was going to progress. The men made small talk with her but stayed clear of asking how old she was or what she did outside of this line of work. The wine was good and she sipped it slowly already feeling the slight effects of the alcohol.

"I love your stockings." Tony said as he looked down at her. "Why don't you spread your legs a little and let me see what else you're wearing."

Viv smiled and slowly spread her legs, allowing them a view of her panties and making the skirt ride up as well exposing the garters. Some of the men whistled appreciatively.

"Something darn sexy bout a woman in garters." Called out Steve in a Southern accent as he walked behind her. His hands slipped down the front of her dress and under her bra to cup her breasts.

"Looks like Steve has started." Frank laughed. "So tell me honey, is there anything you don't do or don't like?"

Viv sighed as Steve's fingers brushed teasingly against her nipples. "I do most things, I guess."

"Just trying to set the rules, Honey." Frank went on. "Coz as I said, we want this to be about you more than about us."

Viv sighed again as another man knelt between her legs and started kissing her thighs. She closed her eyes and said "Just do what you want with me, I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

The men laughed and Frank went on. "Do you do anal? Do you like it?"

"I've done it." Viv said softly. "It can be nice if it's done right, I suppose."

"How about DP? You know, a cock in you pussy and ass at the same time?"

Viv's body was starting to tingle and she hated this question and answer session. She pushed the guy between her legs away and then Steve's hand. Getting up she pulled her dress over her head and hung it over the chair. Turning to the men she tilted her hips and cocked her head to the bedroom.

"I'm going in. Just stop the questions and see where this goes. I'm game for almost anything and if there's something I don't want, I'll let you know!"

"Hot damn" said Frank and let out a low whistle as he held the door open to the bedroom for Viv. The other men followed in. That was when Jeff had pulled her close to him while the other men started to paw at her furiously.

*** **** *****

The six men formed a circle around her and she knelt down. She reached out and grabbed one hard cock. Moving her mouth to it and kissing the bulging head softly, she grabbed hold of the cock next to her 

While she sucked and jerked on two cocks, a pair of hands cupped her breasts from behind and teased her nipples. Another hand reached under her and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Viv moaned hotly and was took her mouth of a cock briefly. 

"Take my bra off." She moaned before putting the cock back in her mouth.

She moved around the circle, taking each cock in her mouth and giving each one a few sucks. Most of the cocks were nice and long and thick but she made a mental note that Steve, the one with the Southern drawl, had an extra large one. Extra thick and extra long.

As she finished sucking on the last cock, she got up and lay back on the bed. Viv lifted her knees up and removed her panties. She spread her legs. "alright, who's first?" she panted. "Who's gonna fuck me?"

Two guys climbed on the bed, one of either side of her and started sucking on her breasts. Another knelt between her thighs and licked from her ass right up to her clitoris. Viv moaned in pleasure.

"Told ya honey, it's not just about fucking." Frank laughed. " Most men just wanna fuck. We want to give you something to remember!"

Viv moaned again, a little louder as the tongue on her pussy licked along her vulva and then starting to suck on the bud of her clitoris. The mouths sucking and teasing her nipples were sending jolts of pleasure shooting to her pussy and she pulled her legs wider allowing more access to her pussy.

Another man bent over her and kissed her neck softly, moving up to her face and then her lips. She felt her feet being softly massaged at the same time, presumably by another two men.

The sensation of her entire body being caressed and pleasured was amazing and almost intense. She began to thrust her hips up against the tongue on her pussy feeling the need to cum.

"Oh God! Suck me harder. There. There!" She cried out. "I"m gonna cum... oh suck meee."

Her body twitched and spasmed as the tongue kept lapping at her engorged clitoris. She raised her head and gasped loudly as her body orgasmed. Coming down from the peaks of pleasure, she looked around at all the men with stiff cocks sticking out of them.

"Someone fuck me." She almost pleaded. "Someone please fuck me now."

The men suckling on her breasts didn't stop, they kept on licking and sucking her nipples while squeezing her tits. The one that was licking her pussy looked up at her and smiled, his face covered with her juices. He got up and moved away. She saw Jeff standing at the edge of the bed his cock stiff and erect.

"I always go first." He smiled. "Okay with you, sugar?"

"Oh just give me your cock." Viv moaned. 

Jeff pulled her legs closer to him and positioned her so that her ass was at the edge of the bed. Jeff placed the head of his cock at her pussy opening and slowly pressed forward. Viv's eyes opened wide and she hissed sofly as the cock slowly speared into her. The first entrance was always the best and every surface of her internal pussy walls could feel the hot meat pushing into her.

"Hot damn," Jeff said "You're a tight one, and fucking hot too."

Viv could feel the hair at the base of his cock tickling her pussy mound. She signed again as he started to move in her, slowly pulling his cock out and then slipping it back in. He fucked her slowly for a few minutes and then started to speed it up. Viv's eyes were closed. Her breasts were still being suckled and kneaded and that only added to her pleasure. Jeff started fucking her harder and faster and she could feel another orgasm building into her.

"Fuck, look at that pussy!" She heard someone say. "There's pussy cream on Jeff's cock!"

Her breath started to get ragged and her hands clasped the heads suckling her breasts. 

"Oh God, fuck me... fuck me... Oh fucckkkk!" Viv moaned loudly.

"I'm gonna cum." Jeff cried out. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!"

He hammered into her and his body tensed. Viv could feel his cock tensing inside of her and then she felt it spasm, triggering her own body to spasm in response. Her stomach tensed and her thighs throbbed with pleasure as her pussy clamped on the cock trying to milk the cum from it. Finally she felt the cock softening inside her and she felt Jeff pull out. She raised her head to look at Jeff's cock and she realised that he was wearing a condom - the reason she hadn't felt his cum shooting into her.

Her pussy felt empty but not for long as she saw Frank roll on a condom and then position himself between her legs. The two men at her breasts were still playing with them, teasing her nipples and softly caressing her pillows of flesh. Viv sighed loudly again as she felt Frank's cock enter her steaming pussy.

Frank pulled her a bit lower down so that her ass was almost hanging off the edge of the bed. He sawed in and out of her pussy and the angle of his thrusts caused his cock to rub against her clitoris. She moaned loudly and her body felt like it was completely consumed by lust.

"Unnh... Unhh... Unhhh... " she moaned in time with Frank's thrusts. "Unnnh... Ohhhh... give me a cock... unhhhh... I want to... Unnnhhh... Suck... Unnnhhh... let me suck... Unnh... "

Almost instantaneously a cock was offered at her mouth. She didn't even look to see whose cock it was but opened her mouth and sucked it in. Viv slurped on the cock, with her hands, she pulled the cock to guide the owner to straddle her face. This way, she could use her mouth to suck while he fucked her face.

Two men at her breasts, one in her pussy and one in her mouth, she thought to herself. The other two must be watching. It was such an amazing feeling to have her whole body being pleasured and she sucked voraciously on the cock as she felt her pussy starting to spasm in orgasm again. She mewled around the cock in her mouth as her body trembled in pleasure. She bucked her hips upward to meet the rampaging cock fucking her pussy and just as she came down from the throes of orgasmic pleasure, she felt both cocks start to tremble and spasm inside her. She was rewarded with thick salty cum in her mouth and she greedily swallowed it. 

Frank pulled his cock out of her with a popping noise and within two seconds she was filled with another one. She kept nursing on the cock in her mouth, relishing how as the cock shrank, little bits of cum still oozed out as she softly sucked. She opened her eyes to see who she had been sucking and she thought his name was Tony, not that she could really remember. She almost laughed to herself at the funny thoughts that entered her mind even as another of the men straddled the bed and offered his cock to her.

The men seemed to play musical chairs, each taking a turn at her pussy and her mouth, while another two would either suckle on her breasts or caress her arms and stomach - always ensuring that she was at the heights of pleasure.

After 5 of the men had fucked her pussy, she was starting to feel a little sore but the pleasure was unimaginable. Her entire body was tingling and although she felt tired, she didn't want the fucking to stop.

"You doin alright girlie?" she heard the Southern Drawl. "These boys got you worked up enough to take me on?"

Viv vaguely remembered that the Southern Drawl belonged to Steve. And if she remembered clearly, Steve had the biggest cock amongst them. Looking up, she realised that the other men had moved away from her except for one who was sitting behind her on the bed. She looked behind to see that it was Frank. 

"Steve is what we call the 'Pleasure King." Frank explained. "He promises to take you to places you've never been."

There was laughter all around and Steve climbed on to the bed and lay beside Viv. He kissed her deeply, inserting his tongue into her mouth. Viv kissed him back hotly, acutely aware that her mouth had sucked and swallowed the cum of 4 other men. Steve's hand moved down to Viv's pussy and caressed the slit, sliding up to stroke the clitoris and then down again to stroke along the slit. It was a slow caress but one that started the fires burning again inside Viv.

Steve stopped kissing Viv and moved himself lower on the bed. He nodded to Frank who lifted Viv a little higher so that she was kind of lying against his chest, with her body raised about 30 degrees. Frank cupped her breasts with both hands and with a slow rotating movement, started to play with her nipples. 

Viv sighed at the double caressing and she realised that even after being fucked so many times, her body was still in pleasure mode and she was responding. She raised her thighs and pushed her ass upward to give Steve greater access for his fingers. 

She moaned loudly as Steve inserted one knobbly finger into her and explored inside her pussy. He pulled out and then inserted another finger into her. Viv could feel him crook his fingers inside of her and then apply pressure to the upper wall of her cunt. She gasped as his fingers pressed up and then pulled out, teasing the ridges of flesh on the upper wall. He then inserted his two fingers into her again and repeated the motion.

Each time his fingers teased the upper ridges of her cunt her body trembled. Soon, Steve stopped inserting his fingers deep into her but just concentrated on teasing the upper walls of her cunt. Frank meanwhile was pinching and rotating her nipples, almost in time with the administration in her cunt.

"Oh my Godd... What are you doing?" Viv moaned as her pussy started leaking juices like never before. "Ohhhhhh... shittt... Ohhhhhh... Fucckkkkkk!"

Viv felt pressure building up within her, almost like a dam filling with water and about to burst. Her entire body was beginning to tremble and she could feel her toes starting to tingle.

"Ohhh Goddd... stop,... please stop... I cant take it... It's too intense" She cried out, trying to move her hands to her pussy and stop what Steve was doing. To her surprise, she realised that both her hands were being held. She tried to clamp her thighs shut but a man on either side was keeping them splayed open. 

Frank was pinching her nipples now, almost till they hurt, but the effect was amazing. Each time he squeezed her nipples she felt a jolt shoot into her pussy. 

"Unnnnh... Ohhh... God no... stop... I'm gonna pee... Shit I feel like I need to peee!!"

"Then piss then honey." Steve drawled as his hands worked magic inside her. "Pee all you want. Dont hold back. Just relax and enjoy this."

"Unnnh... Ooohhhh... n-No... too intense... gonna pee... oh Goddddd... "

"Dont cheat yourself honey... just relax."

Viv felt Steve's fingers work harder and faster in her pussy and her body started to tremble and quiver.

"Ohh Goddd... Oh goddd... Fuckkkk... Aaaarrrghhhhh!!" She raised her head as her body shook with pleasure. She could feel her pussy clamping and squeezing on the fingers inside her cunt. Her stomach tensed and spasmed and she screamed out her pleasure.

She could feel the fingers still inside her, gently caressing her insides as her pleasure slowly abated. She had never cum so hard before in her life. Slowly Steve started working his fingers in her again, repeating what he had done earlier

As his fingers extended into her seething cunt, they probed deeply and pressed against her cervix, slowly prodding it.

"Oh Goddd... fuck me please. Give me your dick... please... I need your cock!" Viv babbled.




Making a Whore: A Hotel Party



"Relax babe, just relax and enjoy this." Steve said, continuing to probe and tease her insides. He worked his fingers harder and faster inside her cunt. Her pussy was so squishy and wet that the wet sounds of his fingering filled the room.

Viv felt as if her pussy was excreting molten lava. She moaned loudly as her cunt responded to the fingers inside. She arched her back as she felt another build up of pleasure.

"Oooohhh... fuck... what are you doing... Oh Goddd... Fuck... shiiiit"

Again she felt a pressure inside her pussy, as if she was gonna pee. Her body seemed to be centred on her pussy and she felt as if her cunt was controlling her mind and body.

"Aaah... ahhh... Oh fucckkk... I'm gonna pisss... Oh fuck... Stop... Stop"

Her pleas only seemed to spur Steve on and his fingers whipped in and out of her, focusing pressure on the internal upper ridges of her cunt.

"Nyyyaaghhhh... Godd... I"m cumming... I'm cumming!" Viv squealed. Her body seemed to raise itself up and her mouth opened wide. Her pussy clamped down hard on Steves fingers and suddenly liquid squirted out of her pussy. Clear fluid sprayed out of her cunt all around Steve's fingers and onto the bed. One of the men started to lick at her clitoris and lapped up the spray coming out of her.

She heard Steve chortle softly as she collapsed back on the bed. Her body felt flushed and her pussy was still spasming. Slowly he removed his fingers and wiped them on the bed.

"Oh shit... you made me pee myself." Viv said softly, acutely embarrassed now that she had regained some composure.

"That wasn't pee Daarlin," Steve said. "I made you squirt. Female Ejaculation its called honey. Most of you gals don't know you can do it."

Viv had heard that women had the ability to squirt but she had always thought it was just a myth. Now she had experienced it and she realised that it wasn't the same feeling as peeing. The feeling of liquid pressure had built up inside her pussy and not her bladder and it had squirted out from her cunt and not her urethra. There was also no smell of pee, just a really strong smell of pussy.

"Fuck... that was amazing." Viv said softly.

"If you think that was amazing, wait till Steve fucks you." Frank laughed. "And looks like you don't have to wait much longer."

Viv looked up at Steve and then down to his cock. If she thought it was big before, it was even bigger now and extra thick. She didn't even know if it could fit into her!

"Oh my God." She moaned, a little in fear and a little in excitement. " You're huge and I've seen some big ones."

Steve laughed. "Maybe I got me some African blood somewhere darling. Coz this pecker might be white but its bigger then some of 'em Black boys huh."

"That's why Steve always goes last honey." One of the men explained. " so you're all stretched out from us normal boys."

There was good natured laughing from the other men. Frank extricated himself from behind Viv and got off the bed. A couple of the other men started to play with her breasts again, causing Viv to moan softly.

She felt herself being pulled toward the edge of the bed again and Steve positioned his cock against her soaking pussy. He slowly nudged it in and Viv gasped at the intrusion. Although she had been stretched by 5 cocks and Steve's fingers, his pole still stretched her out. Her eyes bulged out as his cock slid slowly into her, stretching apart her slick pussy walls.

Deeper and deeper his cock split into her, causing her to moan as each inch slowly traversed up her cuntal passage. She felt as if his cock was touching her cervix and she looked down to see that there was still another inch or two that was still outside her pussy.

Slowly Steve pulled his cock out of her and slid it back in. He flexed his cock inside her causing her already stretched pussy to stretch some more. His cock touched places inside her pussy that she didn't even know existed and she hissed in pleasure as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her.

"Ohhh fuck... its so big... Oh Steve... Ohhh... Fuckkkkk"

Her tits were being kissed and licked as Steve fucked her and it wasn't long before her body started to tingle starting from deep inside her pussy. Steve quickened his thrusts but was still gentle, making sure he didn't bang too deep inside her.

"Unnnh... Unnnhh... Oh yes... like that... more... give me more... " Viv squealed. The pleasure inside her was building up to a climax and she was gasping in excitement.

"Yess... Ohh... Oooohh... Yess... Gonna Cum... more... Ahhhh... Ahhhh... Cumminggg."

Her body shook in intensity and she almost felt as if she was going to squirt again. She felt Steve flex his cock inside her as she came and her pussy spasmed wildly around his thick pole. Steve withdrew his cock and then patted her ass. 

"Git on your fours honey. Time you get ridden Texas style."

Viv turned herself on the bed onto her stomach and then raised herself on her knees. As she did that, Tony scooted in front of her and positioned his cock under her face. She felt Steve place his hands on her ass and then his cock was at the entrance to her cunt. Again, he worked his cock slowly into her, eliciting another gasp from Viv.

He started to fuck her slowly and his cock tickled her clit as he slid into her. Viv dropped her face down onto Tony's cock and slowly sucked on it. She bobbed her head up and down Tony's cock in time with the slow fucking from Steve.

With her ass in the air, the penetration was much deeper and her pussy seemed to elongate to accept more of Steve's cock. His thrusts were quicker and deeper. At times when she felt his balls slap against her cunt, she could feel his penis slam against her cervix. It wasn't unpleasant at all. On the contrary, each time his cock slammed against her cervix she felt a pleasure she had not experienced before. 

Viv sucked voraciously on Tony's cock as Steve slammed into her cunt from behind. She was moaning and gasping around Tony's cock and the harder she got fucked, the harder she sucked.

As Steve rammed into her, her pussy started its all too familiar build up of pressure. She moaned loudly around Tony's cock, trying had not to scream as her body tensed again and her pussy spasmed. Steve felt a build up of pressure inside her pussy and he pulled out just as Viv came, squirting girl cum out of her pussy and into the air.

"Mmmmppphhhhh... aagghhhhh!" The cock in her mouth muffling the sounds of her screams. Just then Tony grunted and ejaculated into her mouth. Viv tried to swallow but a lot of his cum leaked out. Her legs were trembling and her ass quivered in the air, still shaking from orgasm.

She pulled her mouth off from Tony's cock and he slithered away only to be replaced by Stephen. Again, Viv found it strange that she remembered this was "Stephen, with a P and it's Stephen, not Steve". 

She even had the presence of mind to smile at him and say "Hi Stephen."

Viv dropped her knees and lay across Stephen's lap, slowly fiddling with his cock. She felt tired but at the same time she wanted more. She turned to look at Steve who was smiling at her and standing with a raging hard on. 

"Oh Goddd... You haven't cum?" she asked, almost disbelievingly.

"No Maam." Steve drawled. "You're a mighty fine fuck, but no, I haven't cum yet."

"You game for a DP?" Frank asked. 

"At this point I think I'm game for anything." Viv smiled.

Viv looked at Steve's huge cock and was suddenly filled with trepidation. 

"Can you do my pussy Steve," Viv said almost pleadingly. "I don't think I could take it up my ass."

"After being in your pussy, I think it's probably too stretched for any of the other boys anyways." Someone piped up to raucous laughter all round.

"Get on your fours first darling." Steve drawled. "Lets get you prepared first."

Viv raised herself up on her knees again and bent her head down to lick and suck on Stephen's cock. He sighed and moaned softly. 

"You gotta raise that ass a bit more honey," Frank said. She adjusted herself and she felt her ass cheeks being prised open. Suddenly she felt a tongue on her asshole and she squealed. The tongue licked and probed at her ass before she felt a thumb poke into her tight bung hole. Viv groaned and sucked harder on the cock. The thumb in her ass caused a mixture of pleasure and pain but in her heightened sexual state, it wasn't unpleasant.

"She's super tight. Better get some lube," she heard one of the men say. Almost immediately she felt something cold and wet applied to her ass hole and then pressed into her rectum. She felt first one finger and then another applying more of the lubricant inside and around her ass.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I think you gotta move and make way, Stephen, my boy." Steve said as he moved to lay on the bed, next to Viv. He smiled at her and pulled her to him. 

"Climb aboard darling."

Viv straddled Steve and adjusted her pussy onto his cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto his rigid pole feeling him slide into her. She hissed softly as his cock stretched her once again. Slowly she raised and lowered herself onto his cock, adjusting her knees and body till she had found a comfortable position.

She bounced slowly on Steve's cock letting her pussy adjust once again to the girth and length of Steve's massive cock. Her body thrilled with the excitement and her pussy was responding by leaking pussy cream. She felt Steve's hands on her ass and his hips started to thrust up to meet her downward movements, causing his cock to spear even deeper into her. Two hands appeared, one on either side of her to start tweaking her already turgid nipples. Her breath became ragged and her stomach started to tense again.

"Oh Goddd... Fuck... your cock is so biggg... Oh Shit... pinch my nips... Fuccckkkk... harder... harder baby!" She moaned loudly. She had stopped bouncing on Steve's cock and instead he was thrusting his hips hard and ramming his cock deep into her.

"Unnh... yeah... yeah... do it now... fuck my ass now" She cried out as her entire body started to flame with passion.

She felt someone tapping her ass and Steve slow his thrusts. Viv leaned forward and Steve pulled her face down toward him. He kissed her deeply as she felt a cock applying pressure against her rose bud. Peter pressed his cock against her anus and slowly worked it inside. Viv groaned as the cock worked its way past her sphincter and she kissed Steve harder to distract herself and also to stop from screaming. She was thankful that they had taken the time to lubricate her up. Slowly she felt the cock work its entire length into her ass. She felt completely stuffed. Steve continued fucking slowly into her.

Viv's pussy felt even more sensitive with the cock in her ass causing her pussy to press hard on Steve's cock. Slowly the cock in her ass started to move in time with Steve. Every time Steve moved into her, she felt Peter's cock withdrawing and each time Steve did an outward stroke, she felt Peter's cock shaft deep into her bowels.

The two men worked up a rhythm and both cocks pistoned into her like a well oiled machine. Viv felt as if she was losing control of her mind as every nerve in her body seemed to be focused on her pussy and ass. She felt a physical raw pleasure and she wished that she could watch the scene and see how two men were fucking her two holes. She focused on watching Steve's face and turned her head to watch the two men playing and sucking on her nipples as well. The physical feeling combined with the view of the men pleasing her plus the taboo of being DP'ed started to send Viv over the edge. Her legs started to tremble and then Peter started to pull lightly on her hair. 

"Oohhh... unnnh... Unhh... Unhhhh Unnnnnnhh... Oh Goddd!"

Viv's body started to shake and she couldn't hold back anymore. She screamed loudly and her pussy shuddered and spasmed and she felt as if she was spilling hot lava out of her cunt. 

"Holy Fuck!" Peter cried out as he quickened his pace. "She's coming like crazy!"

Both cocks sped up inside her, and they were pistoning inside her together, no longer alternately. This stretched her even wider and her moans and screams became incoherent. It was as if she was just shouting in pleasure.

Viv's body kept shaking and trembling and she kept on cumming and cumming. Her body would rise to an orgasm and let it rip and then slowly calm down and then start again. It was as if she was in an perma-orgasm state. She felt Peter throb inside her and then felt his cock being removed. Air seemed to rush into her ass as Peter removed his cock but it was soon replaced with another one.

"Owwwhh... Unnhh... Unnhhh... Aaarrrggh... Ohh... Unnnh... Unnhhh... Unnhhh... Aaarrgh... You... Unhhhh... unnnhhh... have to... unhhh... cum... please cum... umhhh... Aaarrghhh... umhhh... I cant... unhhh... unhh... cant take much more... Unhhh... Aaarrggghhhhh!

She lost count of the number of time had cum when finally she felt Steve tense inside of her and his cock start to twitch and tremble inside her. She collapsed on top of Steve as another climax shook her body.

Viv could feel Steve's cock slowly shrinking inside her pussy but the other one in her ass was still pummelling hard into her with a loud slapping sound. She no longer felt completely filled as Steve's cock shrunk even further and then popped out of her. She heard the man behind her groan and then felt his cock throb hotly inside her ass, triggering of another orgasm inside her.

The cock in her ass was removed and she let her legs slide down. She was completed exhausted and her whole body was tingling and trembling. Steve slowly pushed her aside and clambered off the bed as Viv lay face down, basking in her total subjugation. She felt a hot glow of pleasure radiating from deep inside her pussy and ass to the rest of her body and even as her holes were empty, she felt them both clasping and shuddering.

Again, hands seemed to caress her gently on her back and ass cheeks and on her thighs. 

"You alright honey?" Someone knelt beside her and whispered to her.

Viv just nodded her head in acknowledgement. She sighed and tried to get her breath, realising that her heart was pounding at what felt like a million beats a minute. She rested a while and then raised herself up and looked around the room.

The six men were all naked with semi hard cocks. Most of them looked completely tired out but they were all smiling at her.

"You are just amazing." Frank smiled at her. "But only two have had your ass. You think you want the other four too?"

"I thought this was all about me," Viv smiled. "Now looks like you are counting on who's had my ass."

"It is honey, it is all about you," Frank laughed. "That's why I'm asking instead of just taking."

The thought of being fucked again started her body tingling again. Viv looked around at the boys and smiled.

"So who hasn't taken my ass?" She asked softly, almost seductively. "I couldn't see who's been up my chute." 

4 hands were raised and she looked at them one by one. Only Peter and Frank had their hands down. The previously semi hard cocks seemed to be stirring and Viv felt a wanton lust stirring deep inside her belly.

She got up on her fours again and angled her body down so that her ass was raised in the air.

"Take me boys." She cooed. "Do what you want with me. Use my ass and my cunt. Sometimes its nice to be taken and not asked... "

The boys didn't need any more encouragement. A cock was soon at her ass and pushing deep inside her. Hands groped at her tits and fingers dipped into her cunt as her ass received a pounding. It wasn't long before the first guy came and was quickly replaced by another. Viv sucked on another cock as she was ass fucked quickly and hard.

The sounds of hard fucking filled the room and another two guys used her ass as she sucked off another few cocks. Her mouth tasted thick of jism and she was in sex heaven. As the third cock withdrew from her cunt she shuddered and then felt another cock start to press against her used asshole. She grunted slightly at the pressure and she turned her head to see whose cock it was. It was Steve.

A mixture of fear and lust gripped her as she realised that Steve's gigantic cock was going to spear into her ass. "Oh God... I don't know if I can take you." She said softly.

Steve laughed. "You'll be fine my dear. You may be a little sore but you'll be fine."

Viv felt his cock stretch her ass and then pop in with a loud sound. She grunted again and mewled with a little pain. She felt his cock slowly slip into her, stretching her insides and filling her completely until she felt his balls against her ass. He was in so deep that it almost felt like it was poking her stomach.

"Oh Shit... it feels so good... "

Steve put his hand under her crotch and teased her clitoris. It was so sensitive it was almost painful and sent a jolt through her causing her to moan and hiss. He pulled his cock out slowly and then slid it in again gently.

Viv turned her head to Steve. "Don't be gently Steve. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I wont break."

"Hot Damn!" Steve said as he quickened his pace, ramming his cock deep into her bowels, stretching her ass and causing her to gasp. Steve grabbed her ass cheeks and used it as leverage to pummel his cock deep into her. Her breath was forced out of her with each inward stroked and she hissed in a breath on each outward stroke. She had become an ass fucking machine and she pushed he ass back at his cock taking it in as deep as she could.

"Unnnhh... Oh... Unhhhh... Goddd... Unhhhh... fuck mee... Unhhhh... Unhhhh... 

Oh fuckkkk... Unhhhh... Unhhhh... Oh shittt... oh harder... Unhhhh... Unhhhh... Yes... Unhhhh... yessss... Unhhhh... YESSSS!"

Her body shuddered and shook in pleasure as she screamed out in ecstacy. She felt Steve's cock pulse in her and she collapsed on the bed as her ass muscles seemed to clench and milk Steve's cock. Her thighs shook and her whole body trembled.

"Yeeeagggghhhhh" Steve cried out. "Ohhhh fuckkk you ass is milking me!!"

Viv's body continued spasming and trembling even as Steve pulled his cock out of her ass. She lay on the bed, basking in the most incredible ass fuck she had ever had. She could feel her ass stretched really good and she knew her asshole was agape.

After a short while, Viv gathered herself together and raised herself on one elbow. She looked again at all the men in the room and this time, all cocks were almost flaccid. Her cunt felt sore but her ass was even more sore. She knew that she would feel really sore the next day but for now, she was basking in orgasmic sexual pleasure.

"Can someone get me a glass of wine?" she purred softly. 

One of the men poured out some wine for her and she sipped it slowly, rinsing her mouth and swallowing the wine to get rid of the taste of cum. She looked at the clock in the room and realised that it was almost 3am. That meant that they had been fucking for around 6 hours. She suddenly felt fatigued.

"It's getting late boys." She cooed softly. She got up and put on a robe and headed to the shower. She had a quick shower. As she washed her ass and pussy she winced as the water burned her used ass and pussy, proving how sore she was.

As she came out of the bathroom, she noticed some of the men had already changed as well. She dressed and gave each man a peck on the cheek.

"You were a real doll." Frank said as he escorted her to the door. "Hope we gave you as much fun as you gave us."

Frank passed her an envelope and she kissed Frank again lightly on the cheek. 

"This was more than fun. Quite amazing actually. Thanks for that." Viv smiled. "You know where to reach me."

"There's a cab waiting for you outside." Frank said as he gently brushed a wisp of hair from Viv's face. "Its all settled. Wherever you need to go. And Thank you!"




Making a Whore: A Hotel Party



Viv quickly made her way down to the lobby and out of the hotel. There was a cab waiting outside as promised and Viv gratefully slunk into the plush leather. She opened the envelope and in addition to the $1000 fee there was also a collection of 20s and 50s which added up to a nice tip of $320.

Her body was starting to ache now and she realised how sore she was all over. What an experience she thought to herself. Getting completely fucked and getting paid for it as well. It was good being a woman... and even better being a whore.



Making a Whore: A Surprise Awaits



 This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. The first part in the series is Making a whore: The Interview so that would be the best place to start....

Your feedback helps me write so please vote and leave comments as well. Thanks for reading. 

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After a light meal of baked fish washed down with a glass of white wine, she made her way to the hotel toilet to freshen up. She had arrived early for this trick as it was booked for just after dinner. The Agency had been very clear about the timing requested for this trick and she was supposed to be in the room before the client. Rather than risk being late, she had decided to show up early and enjoy a nice meal first. 

Vivienna was used to odd requests from clients and getting to the hotel room before the client did was hardly to be considered strange. She knew how some clients liked to be welcomed into 'her' room although the room had been paid for by the client themselves.

She supposed that this was no different as she walked up to the lobby and asked if there were any messages for Sandra Chaudary, one of the names that she frequently used. The concierge smiled at the pretty lady before him before he fished out an envelope and handed it to her. Vivienna thanked him and then walked back to the lobby, slowly opening the envelope as she did so. Inside was a keycard with the room number scribbled on a piece of paper. Vivienna made her way to the elevator and up to the room.

She entered and was pleased to see it was a fairly large room. There was a separate lounge with a sofa and TV set and the bedroom was further in on the right. She moved to the sofa and took off her long coat, draping it carefully over the back of the sofa. She was dressed simply in a white cotton blouse and a short black skirt. A black lacy bra, matching panties and smoky stockings completed the look. This outfit, one of her favourites, allowed her to assume many roles. The corporate look; the schoolgirl look or even the party look by pulling up the blouse and tying it just under her tits.

The bedroom door was open and she walked further in to have a look. A lump formed in her throat as she looked through the door. Lying spread eagled on the bed, with a ball gag in the mouth and a blindfold covering the eyes was another woman! Her hands were tied as were her legs. Vivienna wasn't sure what she was supposed to do and her mouth hung open in shock.

She gathered her wits and walked into the bedroom to stare at the woman. The blindfold hid her eyes but there was no mistaking the features. Her heart started to beat extra fast and her stomach lurched as she looked down at the woman. It was her mother! Panic filled her as she looked at her mother lying helpless on the bed. Her mind was spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. She calmed herself down as she realised that her mother was blindfolded as well as gagged. There was no way for her mother to know that she was standing there.

She took the opportunity to feast her eyes on her mother. She was wearing a lace catsuit with openings at her breast and pussy. Her mother's dark black hair fell tantalisingly around her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and her face was fully made up with bright red ruby lips. Vivienna smiled as she realised how pretty her mother was. She moved her eyes to the woman's breasts that were large with thick nipples. Encased in lace, they were a beautiful sight but the years showed as they fell a little sideways on her body. Her mother's stomach was firm with a slight swell and Vivienna could distinguish some small stretch marks. No doubt the effects of carrying her in pregnancy. Her thighs were shapely but again, the years showed with stretch marks and cellulite. Her pussy was trimmed with just a tuft of hair on the mound. Vivienna felt herself licking her lips involuntarily as she stared at her mother and realised how sexy she was. She didn't look very much like her mother though. In fact, she didn't look very much like either parent on their own. She had the best of both of them but didn't look like either of them.

Another thought swept through her mind. Clearly the man that had ordered her services wanted a threesome and her mother would then discover that she was a whore. Suddenly, a light bulb flashed in her head and she was gripped with fear. What if the man that had ordered her services was her father! Oh god, it couldn't be possible. Vivienna considered fleeing the room and she had more or less decided on it when she heard the beeping of the door, signalling that a key card had been entered.

She froze briefly and then made her way out back into the lounge. If it was really her father, she didn't want her mother to hear the conversation she was already dreading. How could she explain this to her parents. She sat on the sofa in the lounge just as the door opened and she looked down at the floor, as if hiding her eyes would mean that her father wouldn't recognise her. 

"Wow! You're really something." She heard a voice say. She suddenly cheered up as she realised that she didn't recognise the voice. More than that, the voice had a thick Southern drawl. It wasn't her father after all! But then, what was her mother doing tied up in the bedroom? 

Vivienna looked up to see a distinguished looking Caucasian man, in a neatly pressed shirt and black pants. She pouted and smiled lustfully at him.

"You ordered a girl?" She said softly and seductively, sticking out her tongue and rolling them against her lips.

"Indeed! Yes indeed!" He said, smiling and staring at her. "And does 'the girl' have a name?" 

"Sandra." She replied, using her fake name. "But you can call me anything you want."  Vivienna smiled sexily as she crossed her legs, allowing her short skirt to ride up a little.

The man smiled at her then turned back to the door as if to close it. Vivienna relaxed a little and shifted her body back on the sofa, half lying on it and half sitting. In this position, her breasts stuck upward and she looked very seductive. She closed her eyes for a moment, still wondering how her mother fit into all of this.

"Look what the cat dragged in Ashok." The man said. "Meet Sandra"

Vivienna's eyes flew open at the mention of her father's name. Ashok Kumar walked in behind the Caucasian man and his eyes flamed with shock and then anger as he looked at his daughter posing seductively before him. He gathered his wits faster than Vivienna did though. 

"Sandra, huh. Nice name." He growled out. "Where did you find her Larry?"

"The usual agency. I asked for a young one, preferably ethnic." Larry replied. "Never expected them to send someone this fine."

Vivienna couldn't look at her father so she looked at Larry instead. He was quite a handsome man albeit somewhat old and she thought to herself that she would be crawling on her hands and knees to unzip his pants if her father wasn't there, just like well trained whores should do. 

Oh what a fine mess she had gotten herself into. 

Vivienna stole a glance at her father. His eyes were dark and staring at her. She looked back at Larry and then moved downward to the well pressed pants. Larry obviously had a hard on. She stole another glance at her father, this time looking at his crotch. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw that the swell in her father's pants. He had a massive hard on.

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God she thought to herself.

She still couldn't figure out what her mother was doing tied up in the room but she was soon to find out.

"Come on sweetness. Let's go to the room." Larry beckoned her. Vivienna stole another look at her father as she stood up and followed Larry into the bedroom.

"Ya see, what we got ourselves here is a bit of a party." Larry announced with a grin as they walked into the room. "my friend Ashok, here, well we been friends for a long time and he owes me big time for all the favours I done him."

"There's no need to be sharing our secrets now Larry!" Ashok said, somewhat quietly. "Especially not with....with this Whore." 

Vivienna felt stung by the tone of her father's voice as he spat out the word whore.

Larry laughed loudly as he came up to hug Vivienna from behind, slowly cupping her breasts.

"Well now," Larry said, staring straight at Ashok and still laughing. "Which whore are we talking about? This sweet young thing? Or the whore on the bed? I'll damn right say anything I want to say Ashok! Anytime and to anybody I want as well. We all know what a whore Rita is!"

Vivienna's head was swimming. Had Larry just called her mother a whore? And why was her father just looking blankly at Larry? Wasn't he going to defend her mother? She wanted to ask some questions but she knew it wasn't her place to ask anything. The agency had trained her well and she was just there to please, not to get her questions answered. In any case, she knew that she would have to face up to her father eventually and probably her mother too. There would be plenty of time for unanswered questions.

She moaned softly as Larry slipped his hand into her shirt and under her bra to tease her nipple. With Larry so close to her now, she could smell cigarettes and whiskey on his clothes. As he fondled her breasts, he turned her mouth and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth. She could now taste the cigarettes and whiskey.

He started to unbutton her blouse and Vivienna stepped away. "Let me," she cooed softly as she pulled her blouse off, exposing her well filled black lacy bra. She stole another glance at her father and noticed that his eyes were riveted on her.

She slowly unzipped her skirt, putting on a bit of a show as she let it fall of her hips and down to the floor. Her black lace panties fit snugly around her well trimmed pussy and she stuck her crotch out seductively at Larry.

"Oh Man, she's one hot slut." Larry said excitedly. He walked up to her and cupped his hand over her panty clad pussy. He squeezed it lightly before pushing his finger under the lacy material to find her damp slit. He worked his finger into her gash, causing her to catch her breath. 

"Nice. Hot and Damp, just like I like it." Larry smiled. "But plenty of time for that later." He pulled his finger out and pushed her forward toward the bed. "I want some of this slut first."

Larry moved toward the bed, undoing his pants as he did so. Vivienna looked up at her father again. His eyes were filled with lust as he watched Larry move to his wife, lying spread eagled on the bed. Larry reached out and pinched the woman hard on the nipples, causing her to groan into the ball gag as her body twisted against the binds on her hands and legs. Clearly she had been awake all this time! Vivienna gulped as she watched Larry loosen the ties on her mother's legs, freeing them a little. He tapped her lightly on her hips and her mother pulled her legs upward as if she was used to such commands. 

With her legs splayed open, Vivienna could see that her mother was very wet. Really wet and creamy. Larry positioned his cock against her gaping cunt and rubbed it up and down a little. He pulled her toward him and then with one thrust, he rammed into her. Vivenna watched bug eyed as Larry thrust hard and deep into her mother. She looked up the bed to see her mother tossing her head from side to side as Larry fucked her hard, responding to the fucking she was receiving. Vivienna's mouth was dry as her pussy started to leak with excitement. Her hand moved down to her panties and she softly rubbed herself as she watched her mother getting fucked.

"Come over here." Larry ordered her as he continued to plough into her mother. "Go up and remove her ball gag."

Vivienna slowly walked up to the bed, looking at her father again as if seeking his consent. She thought she saw him nod but she wasn't quite sure. She only saw the lust filled eyes staring almost absently ahead at the sordid scene playing out.

She lifted her mothers head and she could hear her moaning and gasping around the ball gag. She reached behind and undid the clasp holding the ball gag in place and then pulled the ball gag firmly out of her mother's mouth. There was a sharp intake of breath before a loud moan escaped her mothers mouth. 

"Oh God, Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Her mother cried out. "Fill my cunt with your thick cock lover. Stretch me good! Fuck it! Oh Fuck Me!"

Vivienna was stunned by the filth that was coming out of her mother's mouth even as she realised that she herself often spoke that way when she was serving a client. 

"Now come and suck my cock." Larry commanded.

Vivienna moved back toward the end of her bed and obediently knelt on her knees. She watched transfixed as Larry pulled his cock out of her mother's seething hole and proffered it to her. She could see her mother's juices coating Larry's cock and she was filled with an undeniable lust.

She licked along the shaft, tasting the cunt juices on the cock and then moved up to swallow the cock head. Larry gasped as she ran her tongue around the glans of his cockhead. Her mother's pussy juices tasted fruity and she slurped at the cock greedily.

"Oh don't leave my pussy empty!" Rita cried out. "Please! Stick it in me!"

Larry laughed again. "What you waiting for Askok?" He said, almost tauntingly. "Go fill Rita's cunt. That cunt needs her pussy filled!"

From the corner of her eye, Vivienna noticed movement and then Larry moved his body. She readjusted her knees to keep him in her mouth as she now had a better view of the bed, albeit from the side of her eyes. She watched mesmerised as she saw her father pull his pants off. His cock sprung out and she moaned around the cock as she stared at her father's piece of meat. It was thick and long. Askok pushed against Rita's vulva and his cock sunk in to the hilt.

"OoooohhhYesss..." Rita mewled. "Move it in me. Fuck me! Fuck me baby!"

Vivienna sucked harder on Larry's cock as she watched her father sliding his fat cock into her mother's pussy. She couldn't believe what she was seeing! Her fingers moved down to her pussy to rub her clitoris through her panties as she watched the sordid sight before her. Her mouth worked harder on Larry's cock as she felt her pussy starting to tingle.

"That's enough!" Larry commanded softly as he pulled his cock out of Vivienna's mouth. "You're a damn fine cocksucker but I don't want to blow my load just yet."

Larry moved over to Ashok and whispered in his ear. Vivienna strained to hear what he was saying but she couldn't make it out. Ashok pulled his cock out of Rita's gaping pussy and looked across at Vivienna. This time, she didn't look away and neither did her hand leave her own crotch.

Larry's cock replaced Ashok and he started fucking Rita in earnest. He turned to look at Ashok and nodded his head.

"You like my cock in you Rita?" Ashok said, his voice thick with lust. "My brown cock is better than Larry's white sausage is it not?"

"Oh yessss... Yes Ashok! Fuck me good!" Rita moaned.

Larry broke out in laughter and slapped Rita's quivering ass. "You dumb cunt! It's me fucking you! My white cock is filling you not your husbands!" Larry gritted his teeth as he fucked harder into Rita. "Say it bitch! Tell me how much you love my white cock. Tell me what a cock whore you are!"

"Oh God! Fuck me Larry... Fuck me." Rita cried out. "You know I love your cock. Use me, use me as your Indian bitch!"

Larry laughed loudly again. He turned to Vivienna. 

"Sit on her face!" Larry cried out. "Sit on her and make her suck you as I fuck her!"

Vivienna jumped to her feet and pulled of her panties. She climbed on the bed and positioned herself over her mothers face. Slowly she lowered herself down until her pussy was hovering above her mothers head. She felt a mixture of emotions as she pushed her pussy down over her mother's face. Whatever trepidation she had vanished as her mother's tongue swept over her pussy lips and then delved deep inside her. 

"Unnnh... Oh God!" Vivienna moaned. Her eyes closed as her mother's tongue lapped furiously at her pussy. 

"Ashok, go over to the bed." Larry commanded. 

Vivienna felt the bed move and she opened her eyes to see her father kneeling next to her, his hard cock waving in front of her face. She hesitated, but as she felt the hot tongue against her clitoris, she moaned loudly and the cock disappeared into her mouth. 

He body was consumed by lust even as her mind told her it was wrong. It was so wrong that her mother was sucking her cunt while she was sucking her own fathers cock. It was all so wrong, so wrong but it felt so good. She mentally cleared her head and focused on the feelings of sexual intensity coursing through her. Her body was tingling as she moaned around her father's turgid cock in her mouth while her pussy was being licked.

Vivienna began to thrust her hips up and down over her mothers lapping mouth. She could feel the orgasm building inside her and she craved the release. 

"Gonna cum!" Larry suddenly cried out. "Gonna shoot in your pussy Rita! What a cunt you are....Unnhh..Unnhh... Yeeagghh!"

Larry thrust deeply into Rita's pussy, groaning loudly as his cum sprayed out of his cock. Rita stiffened as she felt the hot cum bathe the walls of her pussy, triggering her own climax. She screamed loudly into the pussy mashing against her face, driving Vivienna to the brink of an orgasm. Vivienna released her fathers cock from her mouth and started to jerk it as she tongued the head.

"Get off her face and come over here." Larry commanded.

"No, please, just a little more.. please, she's going to make me cum." Vivienna pleaded.

"You're paid for my pleasure." Larry laughed wickedly. "Not yours. Now get over here!"

Grudgingly, Vivienna let go of her father's cock and then pulled herself up off her mother's licking tongue. The fires were burning inside her pussy and she knew that she would have had a massive orgasm if Larry had just given her a little more time.

"Clean my cock." Larry commanded and Vivienna dropped to her knees once again. She opened her mouth and swallowed Larry's cock, tasting both his semen as well as the juices of the cunt that the cock had just fucked.

"Now lick her out!" Larry commanded again. Vivienna turned to look at the bound figure of her mother on the bed. Her mother was breathing deeply and her breasts heaved with each breath. Her well fucked pussy was distended and engorged with lust. Vivienna could see Larry's cum starting to leak out of the pussy. 

"Go on!" Larry pushed her forward. "Clean up that messy pussy. I don't want the bed to get soiled."

Vivienna placed her mouth between her mother's splayed open thighs and licked at the cum spilling out of it. It tasted sweetish and she buried her face into her mother's cunt, licking and slurping out the juices.

"Oh God! Lick me! Lick my filthy pussy." Rita cried out. "Who is it? Is it Ashok licking out the cum or the girl?" 

Vivienna was once again taken aback at the filth coming out of her Mother's mouth. More surprising was the question of whether it was her father licking out Larry's cum or 'the girl'. Clearly her mother was not surprised by what was going on and it appeared that she was used to her husband cleaning out someone else's cum. Vivienna dismissed the questions in her head as she felt someone tapping on her ass. She raised up on her knees and felt her legs being spread open and then a thick cock press up against her pussy. She wanted to turn to see who it was that was going to fuck her but her head was held tight by her mother's thighs.

She felt her pussy lips stretching and she suspected it was her father's cock pressing into her. The thought of her father filling her cunt caused her to spasm both in pleasure as well as in the kinkiness of it all. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Larry climb up on to the bed and feed his cock to his mother, who took it into her mouth happily.




Making a Whore: A Surprise Awaits



Ashok slid his cock deep into his daughter's cunt and then noticing that Larry had mounted Rita's mouth, he pulled Vivienna toward him, causing her to lift her mouth off her mother's gaping pussy. She turned to look at her father. Ashok leaned forward to whisper in her ear. 

"Sandra, is it!" He spat out. "You're a fucking whore. Just like your mother!" There was anger in her father's eyes but more than anger was a deep seated lust. Vivenna wondered what her father meant by her mother being a whore. Ashok grabbed Vivienna's breasts and tweaked her nipples, causing her to moan deeply. 

"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me with your hard cock." Vivienna whispered back, "Fuck me good like the whore I am."

Ashok pushed her forward again. "Lick her pussy while I fill your cunt." He said loudly and then leaning forward he whispered to her. "Eat mother while Daddy fucks you."

Vivienna placed her mouth on her mother's vagina again. Her lust was inflamed by the hot prick filling her cunt as well as the knowledge that she was being fucked by her father while she sucked her own mother. The thought was depraved enough but the fact that she was actually doing such a sordid act ignited the passion in her loins.

"Ohh.. shes a good fuck Larry," Ashok called out. "You picked a good one." There was no way Ashok was going to let Larry know that his daughter was the whore that Larry had inadvertently ordered. He was already letting Larry bang his wife, if Larry got to know that this was his daughter, there would be further trouble for the family. The fact of the matter was that it wasn't just for Larry's benefit. He was really enjoying the tightness of Vivienna's pussy and the fact that he was partaking in illicit sex made his cock even harder.

Vivienna moaned as she heard Ashok say what a good fuck she was. She thrust her hips back, drawing more of her father into her. Her body started to tremble and quake as her father's cock drove deep into her. Meanwhile, her mother was thrusting her crotch up and her, willing her tongue to dive deeper into the moist crevice.

It was a good thing her face was buried in her mother's pussy. She wanted to cry out, to tell her father to fuck her harder but she knew that her mother would recognise her voice. She busied herself with licking and chewing her mothers pussy as a huge orgasm started to build within the pits of her stomach. Her thighs started to quiver and she felt her own juices running down her thighs as she bucked and twisted her pussy on her father's pummelling cock as her body was wracked with an orgasm.

Ashok felt her pussy clamp on his cock and he felt his daughter tremble in orgasm. Still he drove hard and deep into her. His breath became ragged and his own balls were churning and he thrust harder and faster into her as his orgasm built. With one loud grunt her thrust hard into her.

"Oh Fuck.... Fuck!" He cried out as his hot cum shot deep into his daughter's cavern.

Vivienna felt the molten lava spray inside her and she shook again as she moaned into her mother's pussy. Her mother's legs tightened around her head and she felt her tense up and tremble against her mouth. All three of them were coming together.

Vivienna felt her father's cock softening within her and then he withdrew his cock with a plopping sound. Her thighs were still quivering in ecstasy and she continued to lap at her mother's cunt, cleaning up her juices. Her mother still had her mouth wrapped around Larry's cock.

"Hot Damn!" Larry suddenly said. "This bitch almost made me cum the way she was sucking my cock as the whore ate her pussy. She obviously liked it!" 

Vivienna raised her pussy soaked face to look up at her blindfolded mother slurping softly on Larry's cock. Larry caught her eye and beckoned her over.

"I think I'd rather shoot off in your mouth darling." Hhe smiled wickedly at her as he withdrew his cock from Rita's mouth and sauntered over to Vivienna. He slapped his cock on her face a few times before Vivienna reached up to grap it and wrap her lips around it. She sucked earnestly on his cock as Larry jammed his fingers up Rita's pussy.

Ashok sat watching his daughter suck off Larry while Larry pleasured his wife with his fingers. Rita started to squirm against Larry's fingers and she moaned loudly. Vivienna sucked avidly on Larry's cock as he prodded and teased her mother's pussy with his fingers.

"Oh Shit!" Larry cried out. "This here is one good cock sucker." With his other hand, he grabbed hold of Vivienna's hair and tugged her face forward as his thighs tensed up and then his cock spasmed and released a load of sperm into Vivienna's mouth. His hot sperm hit the back of her throat and she quickly swallowed, knowing that a few more blasts would come spraying into her mouth. With each spasm of his cock, more hot spern gushed into her mouth and she took it all in. As she felt his cock deflating in her mouth, she pursed her lips and sucked the last drops out of his throbbing cock.

Vivienna rested back on her ankles and opened her mouth to show Larry that she had swallowed all his spunk down, just as she had seen many times on pornographic videos. His fingers were still in her mothers quim and she could see her bucking her hips upwards. She was making mewling sounds and it was then that Vivienna realised that her father's cock was in her mother's mouth. 

Now the circle was complete, her mother had sucked her pussy, she had sucked her father's cock, he had fucked her pussy as she sucked her mother and now her mother was sucking her father's cock that had been in her pussy. 

She watched her mother tremble and her thighs lift high up against Larry's fingers as her body shook in orgasm. Hardly a second passed as she watched her father tense and then pull his cock out of his mother's mouth and spray it over her face. Spray after spray hit her pretty face, her hair and over the blindfold. She watched transfixed as her father leant over and whispered something to her mother. She saw her body tense and then relax. Finally he pulled off the blindfold covering her eyes.

"Fuck Yeah! That was one fine orgy!" Larry whooped. "I gotta go shower then we can all have a drink!"

Vivienna watched Larry walk away to the bathroom and then she looked up at both her mother and her father. There was silence between them. As soon as the sound of the shower in the bathroom started, Rita spoke up.

"Viv!" Her mother, exclaimed. "How did you end up here? Why are you involved in this?"

"She's a whore!" Ashok cried out. "Larry ordered a whore and our daughter shows up!"

"What about you!" Vivienna cried out. "Why is mom tied up and why was Larry fucking her?"

Both Vivienna and Ashok started speaking at the same time, calling each other names.

"Hush, shh..." Rita said softly. "Enough, both of you. I think some explanations are in order. You made me into a whore Ashok. You 'sold' me years ago to pay off your debts. At first I was just being the dutiful wife and I hated you for it." She turned to Vivienna, "Your father unlocked something in me, I started to really enjoy being fucked by other men and I know that your father liked it too. Larry is one of our regulars and he has helped us quite a bit in our business and also financially. " 

"So that's why Larry called you a whore..." Vivienna said, as her mother's explanation hit home. "But why were you tied up?" 

"Well, along the way I learnt that I am submissive." Rita explained patiently. "I realised I love being used. It also pays better. Lots of men like their whores tied up and defenceless, so to speak" She laughed.

Rita's voice took on a more serious tone as she asked, "But what about you Vivi, why did you choose this path? You're in Law school, what happened?"

"I'm still in Law school. I just needed a way to make some extra money. I know how tight things are with you and Daddy financially and I like sex. So...this seemed like a good way to..." There were tears in Vivienna's eyes.

"By being a whore?" Ashok interrupted. "Why didn't you just ask me for money?"

"Ashok!" Rita called out loudly, silencing her husband. "You really have no right. NOT after what you made me into. I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And anyway, if you were so disgusted, why did you fuck her? I heard her moans. A mother knows the sounds her daughter makes."

Ashok remained silent but a weight seemed to have lifted off his shoulders.

"Y-you mean you knew I was licking you? And that Daddy was fucking me?" Vivienna asked.

"Not at first," Rita replied. "The blindfold actually enhances the other senses and after a while I recognised your moans. I even heard parts of your whispers to Daddy, and that just confirmed it."

Vivienna smiled weakly at both her parents. "I'm sorry." She said softly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Rita said. "There is something magical about your own sexuality and being able to share it with people you love makes it even more special. What I want to know is, when and how you became such a good pussy eater."

Both mother and daughter laughed and Ashok joined in as well. Vivienna look up at them and she saw that there was no anger in either one's eyes. Her mother's eyes shown with a tenderness amidst the glow of lust while her father shrugged his shoulders and smiled warmly at her.

She understood. They had now experienced sexual love. It wasn't just lust that the three of them had enjoyed, the love between them had been further cemented by their copulation.

They heard the shower turn off and a short while later, Larry bounded out, naked. "Time for a drink and then we can continue where we left off!" he said loudly. "After all, I did book the whore for the whole night and we all already know how much fun she is!"

"If you'll untie me," Rita said with a twinkle in her eye. " I'd like to properly make out with this ravishing woman. Her body is so divine and young. Why, she could almost be my daughter! What did you say your name was my dear?"

"Sandra." Vivienna smiled. "Sandra Choudhry." 

She climbed on the bed as Larry undid the restraints. Her mother her hands and legs now completely free fondled Vivienna's breasts. Her mouth suckled each nipple in turn and then she worked her mouth down, over Vivienna's stomach and then finally settled over her pussy mound. She kept her hands firmly on Vivienna's tits, pinching and kneading the supple flesh. 

"Now who's going to fuck my ass?" she asked, as she raised her ass and planted her mouth on Vivienna's dripping slit....

THE END.



Making A Whore: First Trick



Vivienna's heart pounded as she stepped into the plush lobby of the Sheraton. She looked around and was relieved that she wasn't drawing any attention to herself. Why should she, she thought to herself. After all, no one knew the reason she was there. She was just another face in the crowd. Relaxing a little, she walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. Her first 'call' was about to begin.

Jason had mentioned that he was a regular client. "Comes down for business every year, right about this time," was how Jason had put it. He had cautioned Vivienna that Peter Langford was rather old. He also said that one of Mr Langford's requirements was for a new girl each time. He apparently didn't like repeat performances.

Vivienna tightened her overcoat around her as she stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for level 23 and breathed in deeply as the doors closed and the elevator started its ascent. In a matter of seconds, she felt the elevator slowing. The chime of a bell signified the arrival at the 23rd floor before the doors opened.

Her heels left a soft impression in the thick carpet as she noiselessly made her way to the suite at the far end of the corridor. She checked her call slip to make sure she had the correct number before pressing the doorbell. A deep voice answered from within.

"Its open. Come on in."

Vivienna turned the handle and walked in. The room was large and palatial. Large windows ran along the length of one side of the room. The view was stunning with the myriad colours of the city lights flickering below. The room itself was luxurious. Deep set plush carpeting, a sizeable sofa set and even a small study area with another couple of chairs and a large desk. 

"Good evening my dear. Langford. Peter Langford." A tall, greying man proffered his hand.

She gave Peter a quick once over. He was tall but slightly slouched. He was clean shaven and his hair was black with streaks of grey at the sides and some at the top. There was a small bald patch on the top of his head. His eyes were bright with crows feet at their sides. His mouth was wrinkled at the sides too. Jason had been right. Peter Langford was old but there was something oddly attractive about him. Vivienna put his age at around 60. She also noticed the expensive designer clothes.

"Hi." Vivienna smiled, accepting his hand in hers. "I'm Vivienna."

Peter Langford was pleasantly surprised at her firm handshake. Not many women bothered with the formalities of a good handshake. This showed good upbringing and culture.

"May I take your coat?" He offered. Vivienna slipped off her overcoat and handed it to Peter. He proceeded to hang it on the coat rack, arranging it neatly as he did so. He turned to look at Vivienna.

"Very nice." Peter remarked softly. Vivienna was wearing a short, tight fitting, sleeveless black dress that showed off her figure nicely. "Would you mind turning a circle for me."

As she pirouetted, Peter gazed admiringly. The top of the back of her dress was sheer, showing of some skin, just until below her shoulders. The dress really didn't hide much, accentuating her slim hips and tight ass. Her ample bosom peeked out of the low cut front, showing deep cleavage. Her long legs were encased in smoky black stockings ending up in black stiletto heels. All in all, she made a very impressive sight.

Vivienna placed her hands behind her back. "Shall I take this off too?" she asked seductively.

"Plenty of time for that yet, my dear." Replied Peter with a smile. "Can I offer you a drink first?"

"A glass of wine would be nice." Vivienna answered, noticing the wine bottle on the table. She was somewhat taken aback that Mr Langford didn't want to get down to business straight away. At the same time though, she was flattered that he treated her with respect. Like a real lady rather than just a call girl.

"Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Peter laughed as he poured out the wine. "Let's chat. Let me get to know you. I'm too old to just fuck you all night.... Although I wish I could."

The last sentence was said softly but Vivienna still picked it up. She felt a flutter in her belly knowing that she had such an effect on this man. She sat down and took the glass of wine offered by Peter. She waited for him to raise his glass in a toast before taking a sip of her own wine. Peter was impressed at the behaviour of this girl. She was obviously well bred, knowing the proper customs of society. Not like some of the other girls he had been with – guzzling their wine before he could even clink glasses with them.

They chatted together while sipping on their drinks. Conversation flowed freely although Peter did most of the talking. He explained how he had married young, marrying his childhood sweetheart. Fate had dealt him a cruel blow and he was widowed at 40, losing his wife in a car accident. His two children were both married and living with their families in Europe.

He owned two companies with offices all over the world. Although he now left the running of them to his staff, he made it a point to visit each and every office at least once a year. That was why he was here.

"It gets kind off lonely." Peter smiled softly. "And I do really enjoy the company of women!"

Vivienna sidled up closer to Peter, "And what exactly do you like Mr Langford?" Her fingers lightly traced patterns on his arm.

"Many things my dear, many things." Peter said absently as his hand covered hers and their fingers intertwined. "Mostly I love pleasing a woman. Once you get to my age, it gets.... Well it gets difficult, if you know what I mean. But there's nothing quite like the look on the face and the moans of a satisfied woman."

"I'm not quite sure I understand."

"Well, let me be blunt." Peter laughed softly as he drew her close. "Its like this. I don't get it up that easily anymore. And when I do, I don't last as long as I used to. So, there are other ways to please a woman. My tongue, my fingers...you get the idea. What's of prime importance to me is your satisfaction. That gives me satisfaction. It comes with age my dear."

"So you're saying that you're more interested in me cumming than you are?" Vivienna murmured quietly.

"No, I'm interested in cunming too." Peter laughed. "But I'm more interested in watching you squeal and scream out as your body shakes in orgasm. Then I can squirt my seed – and I might just want to do it on your face!"

"You can do it wherever you want." Vivienna cooed as she felt a tremor of excitement course through her. Peter's fingers stroked her head softly, playing with her hair. He inhaled her sweet fragrance, a mix of soap and perfume. He glanced down at the deep furrow of her cleavage and he could feel a stirring deep in his loins. 

Peter pulled Vivienna toward him and pulled her stockinged feet onto his lap. His firm hands gripped her feet and lightly squeezed them. He placed his thumbs under her soles, lightly massaging them and eliciting a response from Vivienna. He noticed her breath quicken and she pressed her body deeper into the sofa.

"Mmmm..." she cooed. "That's nice. You've got nice hands."

"Registered with the FBI." Peter laughed as his hands continued to work their magic on her feet. His fingers plied and tweaked her feet and then moved up to her ankles. Slowly, little by little, he massaged her legs softly. He would apply pressure at certain places on her legs and at other places he would just softly caress her. He heard her moan softly as his fingers touched the bare flesh of her inner thigh, just above where her stockings ended. 

Peter spend some time caressing her soft skin, working his fingers ever so slowly higher and higher. Her legs opened wider, allowing him greater access and when his fingered reached the lacy gusset of her panties, he found them wet with her juices.

"Seems like someone is a little excited." Peter teased as his hands gripped the elastic band of her panties and gently pulled them down. Vivienna raised her ass and pulled her legs closer to make it easier for her panties to slide off. He raised her skirt over her waist and gasped softly as he noticed her shaved pussy. There was a small tuft of hair on her mound but everything else was cleanly shaved. The lips of her vulva were thick and protruded out, almost staring at him. He noticed beads of moisture on her vulva and Peter felt a lump grow in his throat.

Peter raised the hem of her dress higher and Vivienna raised herself slightly.

"Take off your dress." Peter urged, his hands already reaching behind Vivienna to lower the zip. Vivienna stood and let the dress slip of her shoulders and down to the floor. She stepped out of the dress, almost making a show of it. She bent forward at her waist, offering her bra encased breasts to Peter. He liked how her smooth, firm breasts spilled out of the lacy black half cups. He pulled the cups down over her breasts, his eyes gleaming as her nipples poked out erect at him.

He pulled himself toward her and placed his mouth on her left nipple as his hands snaked behind her back. In one deft motion, he unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. He inhaled the aroma of her perfumed body as he nuzzled on her breasts. His hands massaged her back while his tongue flicked against her hard nipple. His hands moved downward to cup her arse cheeks and pull her even closer to him.

He opened his mouth wider to take in more of her breast. He sucked hard, as if trying to draw milk out if it. His hands kneaded her butt cheeks and then he prised them apart. His fingers teased the rosebud of her puckered asshole as his other hand dipped lower to lightly strum her wet slit.

Vivienna's breath was quickening and she closed her eyes, enjoying the ministrations to her body. Peter's finger stroked her throbbing vulva and she gasped as he slowly slipped it into her slit. The inside of her pussy was hot and wet, almost creamy. He moved his finger inside, exploring her moist cavern. She was moaning softly now in response to his probing finger. Vivienna opened her legs wider as he slipped another finger into her. His other hand was still teasing her arsehole and she could feel hot flickers of flame starting in the pit of her stomach.

Peter curled his fingers inside her, locating the rough ridge of flesh on the upper pussy wall. He pressed against it and flicked at it lightly, as if scratching her insides. Vivienna tensed as a shudder of excitement shot through her. At that exact moment, Peter pressed his other index finger against her shitter and it popped in.

"Oohhh God!" Vivienna moaned. "What are you doing to me? It feels so good."

"Hush baby." Peter replied softly. "Just enjoy it. Let me do my thing."

He worked his fingers inside her, flicking them teasingly against her g-spot momentarily and then thrusting them in and out of her. He timed the thrust of his finger in her ass together with the stimulation of her g-spot. Her moans became louder and she began to bounce herself on his fingers. Peter bent to look down at her pussy and was delighted to see little rivulets of white cream running out of her and onto his hand.

"You're keeping me on the brink." She gasped breathlessly, her eyes closed. Her hips were thrusting against his fingers now. Peter began to finger fuck her ass faster. He pressed the finger against the thin membrane in her ass that separated it from her pussy. She moaned louder. Her body trembled slightly with each thrust of his fingers and Peter decided it was time to make her cum. 

He jammed his palm against her pussy, applying pressure to her clitoris. His two fingers inside of her curled upward and started flicking incessantly against her g-spot. He increased the pressure of his fingers, being careful to only use the pads of his fingers. The finger in her ass was thrusting in deep and fast. Her stimulated g-spot was causing her pussy to leak out juices and his fingers were making a slushing sound inside of her.

Vivienna bit her lip as the feeling in her pussy began to get intense. She had never been stimulated to such heights with only fingers before. Peter was almost scratching at her g-spot now but it wasn't painful – just an intense pleasure. Almost involuntarily, a guttural moan began to emanate from her gaping mouth.

Peter stopped the scratching and now began to pull his fingers hard against her g-spot, almost as if he was drumming on it. Vivienna's moans became louder and she felt her whole body tingle right from her toes. Peter suddenly bent his face forward and sucked on her clitoris. That was all she needed and her thighs spasmed as her stomach glenched.

"Ohh ...Myyyy Godddd!" Vivienna cried out. "Ohhh Fuuuuuccckckkkk! Ohhh. Ohhh.. Aahhhhhhh!"

Vivienna shuddered in orgasm and her thighs spasmed uncontrollably. Peter withdrew his finger from her ass but kept the fingers in her cunt still working. She collapsed forward on to him and he used his free hand to steady her as he leant backward, accepting her weight. He rolled her off him to let her lie on the sofa. He extracted his fingers from her pussy, causing another moan to emanate from Vivienna's mouth. His fingers were wet with white cream covering them. 

Peter brought his fingers to his face and sniffed at them. He smiled briefly before sticking each finger into his mouth and sucking her juices off. Vivienna felt another surge of excitement go through her as she watched Peter clean his fingers of her juices.

"Fruity." Peter announced matter of factly as he started to remove his clothes. Vivienna could see his true age now as she looked at his naked body. His chest hair was white with a few strands of black. The skin where his neck met his chest was wrinkly as was his abdomen. His thighs too had slight wrinkles on them and she waited with bated breath as he pulled his white underpants off. 

His cock swung between his legs, half aroused. His balls were large and small tufts of grey hair surrounded them. The sacs sagged and were rather wrinkly. His cockhead was a purplish colour that reminded her of fine wine. The skin around his cock was wrinkled too. Age didn't spare anything, not even a lovely cock. Even at his half aroused state, he was long and thick and she knew she would enjoy it ploughing into her cunt. Vivienna raised herself and reached for his cock only to feel Peter's hand gently smack it away.

"I've not finished with you." Peter said mockingly as he knelt down to spread her legs. "A gentleman always eats his lady out."

Vivienna sighed and spread her legs wider, allowing her ankles to rest on Peter's back. She gently stroked his thin head of hair as she felt his hot breath nearing her wet pussy. She watched as he kissed her inner thighs and licked the skin along the crease of her crotch. He kissed her everywhere but on her pussy.

"God, your suck a tease." She moaned. "Lick me. Lick my pussy."

Peter smiled to himself as he carried on licking around her pussy but avoiding her slit and the nub of her clitoris. Suddenly he fastened his mouth over her clit and began sucking it hard.

"Ooohhhhhh." Vivienna moaned at the sudden and unexpected increase in pleasure. She felt her clitoris throb with the sucking motion and her entire pussy seemed to buzz. With his mouth still sucking her clit, Peter's tongue lightly licked at it, heightening the sensations even more. Vivienna thrust her hips against his mouth, urging him to suck her harder.

Peter released the clit from his mouth and swept his tongue up and down, licking her asshole and her gaping slit in one motion. Vivienna moaned louder. She moved her hands down to her vulva and spread them open, allowing Peter greater access to her pussy.

He liked that wanton gesture and he slurped hungrily at her pussy. He worked his tongue magically, dipping into her gash every so often and then sweeping across her clitoris. She was moaning hotly now as she felt her body building up to orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she tried to concentrate only on the hot tongue ravaging her.

Peter sensed she was close and he paid particular attention to her clit, licking it fervently but then stopping just as he knew she would cum. He kept doing this, heightening her pleasure and then just as he knew she was at her peak, he licked with small strokes at the base of her clitoris. Her mouth flew open and she groaned loudly. He threw his hands up to her breasts and tweaked her nipples hard as her body arched upwards and she screamed out.

"Nyyeeaaggh......Oooohhhh Oooaaahhhh!"

Her body tensed and her thighs spasmed. She was gasping for air and then suddenly collapsed back on the bed. Her stomach muscles were clenching and tensing and her head rolled from side to side. Peter removed himself from between her legs and lightly stroked her thighs, letting her come down from the mind wrenching orgasm. His own cock had grown to full strength and he was now ready to fuck.

Peter kissed her thighs softly, working his way up to her breasts. He looked at the beautiful face lying before him and bent to kiss her.His mouth came down hard on hers and she could taste her own juices. He pulled her up firmly and guided her to the bed, pushing her back on to it. He raised her legs and positioned her so that her ass was at the edge of the bed. Vivienna raised her head slightly and saw his cock large and erect. 

"Oh God!" she rasped. "Its even bigger than I thought."

Peter smiled and nuzzled his cock into position. His cockhead nudged her pussy lips and he slowly thrust into her. Vivienna caught her breath as the prick slowly sliced into her. She could feel the width of his cock stretching her and she moaned softly. 

Peter always relished the entry of his cock into a pussy. He had always had a large cock but Vivienna's pussy somehow felt hotter and tighter. His fingering and sucking of her cunt had lubricated her nicely and prepared her for his long, thick schlong. He continued forcing his cock into her and he noticed with satisfaction that her mouth was agape and her eyes wide.

Inch upon lovely inch wedged tightly into her and she felt she would burst. Peter's cock was not only long and thick but it was extremely hard as well. She finally felt his balls slap against her ass and she squeezed her pussy muscles, thrilling herself with his hardness within her.

"Ohhh Wowww." she moaned.

Peter smiled again, knowing she was impressed with his cock. He pulled out of her slowly until the mushroom of his cock head almost slipped out of her and then drilled back into her sopping pussy. Vivienna moaned loudly again. Peter continued the slow in and out fucking and began to speed up slowly once he felt that she was accustomed to his girth.

He spread her legs wider and fucked her harder, thrusting into her tight pussy and causing her to grunt and moan with each thrust. He leaned forward and placed his hands under her shoulders, lifting her up slightly. The angle of her body caused his cock to scrape against her clitoris as he thrust in and out of her. 

"Unnh..Yeessss...Oh Goddd!" Vivienna moaned loudly. She wrapped her legs around his back and her feet drummed on his ass in time with his fucking. Peter was still holding back a little and Vivienna sensed it.

"Mr Langford... Peter.....don't be gentle with me.....I won't break."

"Hot damn!" Peter exclaimed. He pulled back and rammed his cock hard into her with a slapping sound. He thrust wildly in and out of her, each thrust causing her to let out a grunt. Her breasts were being jiggling wildly and Peter grabbed on to them for leverage as he fucked her hard.

"Unnnh...Unnnh...Unnnh!" she cried out

Her eyes grew large and bug eyed as his hot cock rammed into her. Her insides felt like molten lava and her fingers clawed at his shoulders. Her long nails dug into his shoulders as she felt her body shudder and spasm.




Making A Whore: First Trick



"Ohh Goddd I'm cummmiinnngggg!" she screamed. Her hips thrust themselves upward and her body heaved. She whimpered as hot jolts of ecstasy engulfed her body. She felt her pussy clamping on Peter's cock and her juices seemed to leak out of her. She was moaned incoherently as her body took over – completely awash in orgasm. As the orgasm subsided, she realised Peter was tweaking her nipples, causing spasms to shoot through her with each tweak. She smiled weakly up at him before realising that his hard pole was still buried in her. Peter smacked her ass gently as he pulled his cock out of her.

"Turn around." He commanded. "get on your fours."

Vivienna turned over and raised herself on all fours. Peter pulled her knees to the edge of the bed and then spread them apart wide. He gently pushed her head forward and downwards and she moved her arms to lower herself. In this position, her ass was raised up high and for a minute she wandered if he was going to fuck her in her bung hole.

Peter placed his cock once again at her well used pussy and this time he thrust into her with one smooth action. Even with all the fucking, her pussy was still stretched by his thick girth and Vivienna felt the air forced out of her lungs. She felt him flex his cock in her, making his cock seem even bigger.

Peter began to grunt as he fucked hard into her from behind. His hands gripped her hips and he used them as handles as he fucked hard and deep into her. Vivienna gripped the bedsheet tightly as she felt her body beginning to respond almost immediately to the brutal fucking. She moaned loudly and fucked her hips back against him. Soon, she was practically doing most of the work and fucking back at him.

"Fuck...Fuck.... Fuck!" she cried out. "Fuck me Peter! Fuck meeeee!" 

She slowed her hips down, her body tiring and her pussy starting to tighten. Peter sensed this and he picked up the speed. The hot slapping sounds of their fucking filled the room, serving to excite Vivienna even more.

Peter groaned loudly and he felt his balls tighten. He fucked harder into her, one hand reaching under her to rub her clit and the other to assault her breast.

"Gonna cum....yeah....Gonna cum!" Peter grunted.

"Ohh yess.....God Yesss.. Fuck me. Shoot it in my pussy..." Vivienna screamed out. Another orgasm beginning to shake her body. "Fill me ....Fuck me....Give me your seed..Ooooaaahhhhh!"

His cock buried deep into her cunt and started to spew hot wads of jism into her. She cried out loudly as each jolt ignited her own flames further. She could feel his thick cream shooting deep inside her and she squeezed her pussy walls, trying to milk him.

Peter shuddered as his cock spat out the last of its load and he sighed as he slowly eased his cock out of her, relishing the feel of her tight pussy. He stood back to look at the sight before him. His cum was dripping out of her ravaged pussy and down her thighs. She turned her head to look at him, smiling softly. He picked up a towel from the chair nearby and wiped up the cum dripping down her thighs. He cupped her pussy with the rest of the towel and gently guided her off the bed. Vivienna reached up and kissed him softly.

"That was amazing." She cooed. Her fingers reached down to caress his softening cock. "Think I can get more later?"

"We've got the whole night baby." Peter smiled. "Might take me a while, but we've got the whole night."

Vivienna smiled as she knelt on the floor and took Peter's cock in her mouth. A look of surprise came over Peter's face as he felt his cock stirring again........



Making a Whore: Panty Request



 This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. Some readers have mentioned that there needs to be more detail on Vivienna. This detail is provided in the first part of this series : the Interview.

I hope you enjoy this story. Comments that are provided help me in my writing. If you liked this story, please vote as well. 

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Vivienna stepped out of the cab, checking the address on her mobile phone just to make sure. The hotel was in one of the seedier parts of town but this particular area looked okay. Then again, it was early in the evening and the 'sleaziness' probably didn't start till much later at night.

She lugged her small bag out of the taxi and then on to her shoulder in one quick move. Glancing to the left and right, she ran across the road and into the hotel lobby. The lobby was sparse with a row of elevators right in front. Trying not to look to either side, she make her way confidently to the elevators and was glad that one of them opened even before she needed to press the button.

The ride up to level 8 was fairly quick and room 821 was just around the corner. She took a deep breath before she pressed the doorbell. She heard footsteps walking toward the door and then a slight pause before the door opened to reveal a gentle looking man wearing spectacles.

"Nice, very nice." He said as he welcomed her in. "Did they inform you of my special request?"

Vivienna smiled. "Yes," she said as she patted her bag. "that's what the bag is for."

She saw the man's eyes light up, almost in delight. "Sit, sit." He said to her as he pointed out the loan chair in the room while he himself sat on the bed. His hands were in his lap, as if not quite sure what to do with them. Vivienna decided she would take charge.

"So... what do I call you? Or would you just prefer Mister?" She asked in an indifferent manner.

"Um.. Mr Ste.. I mean just call me Paul. Paul is fine."

"Well, Paul," Vivienna said softly, placing emphasis on the name Paul. "I'm a dirty girl who's brought along some dirty things. I hear you like them."

Paul stared at Vivienna as she unzipped her bag and reached into it. She pulled out a pair of white cotton hi-cuts and teasingly swung them on her index finger.

"You want my panties?" She cooed softly, almost tantalizingly. "You want to smell my used, soiled panties?"

Vivienna turned the bag over and a few other panties fell out onto the floor.

Paul's mouth opened as if to say something but words failed him. He had asked the agency to send him a girl that would indulge in his panty fetish but this was more than he had hoped for. His cock throbbed hotly in his pants. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Vivienna. Spurred on by the reaction she was getting, she went on. "You like my panties that have covered my juicy pussy? What'cha wanna do with them? Smell them? Wrap your cock in them? Hmm?"

She stopped twirling the panties around her finger and with one deft action, flicked the panties off her finger and toward him. Paul made a grab at her panties and quickly brought them up to his face. He turned the panties inside out, searching for the gusset. A low groan emanated from his throat as he saw darkish stains on the otherwise white panties. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was heady and musky, causing his cock to jerk and throb. He sniffed again, intoxicated by the unmistakable smell of pussy. This was pure woman scent. 

Paul grunted as he sniffed again and watched Vivienna slowly crawl along the floor, gathering up the panties that she had tossed out of the bag. Still on the floor, her hands slowly worked up to his crotch and cradled the lump in his pants.

"Ooohh... do my panties do this to you?" She cooed teasingly. Her hands fumbled around his zip, pulling it down and then pulling the pants down as well. Paul stood up to help her, finally stepping out of his pants. Next her hands moved to pull down the pair of blue underpants he was wearing, freeing his cock. It was Vivienna's turn to gasp. His cock wasn't very long but it was thick. It looked angry with the swollen veins running up the length and very apparent. His cock head was sticking out of the foreskin and was dark purple in colour, contrasting with the pale white of his cock. Pre-cum was already oozing out of the head.

She looked up at him still sniffing her panties and she felt a sense of power. She bent down and kissed the head of his cock, noticing how it jerked hotly. She stuck out her tongue and licked the pisshole, cleansing it of the precum. Paul pressed her panties against his face and groaned loudly.

This should be easy enough to handle Vivienna thought to herself. He'll probably shoot off after a few sucks the way he is groaning with my panties.

Opening her mouth, she covered the cock head with her lips. She bobbed her head downward, engulfing the whole cock. Her lips were stretched, such was the thickness of his cock. Thankfully it wasn't long and even with her mouth at the base of his balls, she could only just feel it at the back of her throat. She gave the cock a few sucks and then pulled out, looking up at Paul again.

"You like that?" She asked huskily. "You want more of my mouth?"

"Panties! More panties." Paul demanded. His voice sounded guttural, almost as if he was in a trance. Vivienna picked up the other three panties and passed them up to Paul. He grabbed them and examined them all in detail. 

All the panties were dirty and well worn. She had known about this trick for a week and had kept these panties away from the laundry. She had also worn them to sleep each night, allowing them to marinate in her juices. Most, if not all of them had dried up pussy juice on the gusset. 

Paul sniffed on the bright pink pair then held them to his cheek. These were soft and silky and had a whiff of perfume about them mingled with the sweet pussy juice. He set this aside and then picked up the blue pair with lace trimming. He examined the gusset and there were off-white coloured gunk contrasting against the blue material. He sniffed at the gusset and groaned loudly.

Next he picked up the black pair. This had a lace front and a cotton back. The gusset on the black pair was caked with dried pussy cream. Vivienna remembered that she had watched a porno wearing that pair, in preparation for this trick. She had then slept in it and worn it the next day too. No wonder they were so caked in her dried juices.

Paul started to gurgle as he sniffed the panties. His eyes rolled in his head and his breath started to become fast as he sniffed. Vivienna watched entranced as Paul stuck out his tongue to taste the dried gunk and then started to lick at the gusset. Vivienna wasn't sure if she was turned on by the sight or disgusted. The quivering in her belly told her that she actually found it very exciting and kinky.

With the panties still pressed on his face, Paul used his free hand to guide Vivienna's head back to his cock. She complied and started licking the shaft slowly, not taking her eyes of the wanton sight of Paul licking her used panties. She was juicing herself now and she wished that Paul would fuck her instead of just sniffing on her panties. Her hand moved under her skirt to stroke her pussy as her mouth engulfed his cock and her cheeks hollowed out, sucking hard on his thick dick.

Viv bobbed her head faster on his cock, expecting him to spurt into her mouth at any moment but her ministrations were not having the desired effect on him. He was obviously enjoying the blowjob but it didn't look like he was going to cum anytime soon. Not even when Vivienna started to jerk on his dick as she sucked. Paul's face was still buried in her panties only he kept alternating the pairs.

She decided she shouldn't need to work so hard on sucking his cock so she pulled off her mouth and used her hands to play with his balls.

"Don't you want a real pussy instead of my panties?" She goaded. "Come on, why don't you just fuck me."

Paul suddenly seemed to explode in a fit of rage. He flung one of the panties down at Vivienna before he stood up menacingly before her and grabbed her hand.

"I'll tell you when I want to fuck! I'll tell you when I'm ready!" He yelled out. His other hand was raised as if to hit Vivienna and she bent her head, waiting for the blow that never came.

Paul pulled her up and pushed her back on the bed. He pulled his shirt off, showing off a rather muscular upper torso. He pulled her skirt up over her hips and then he stopped and stared at the full lace white panties that Vivienna was wearing. These panties were just sheer lace all over. Very sheer, very white, very sexy. The white was a beautiful contrast to the coffee coloured skin around it. As Paul stared at the sexy panties, a thin smile, almost like a look of adoration played on his face. He reached up slowly to touch the panties and then ever so gently, he peeled them off her as if he was afraid he would damage them. He placed them carefully on the edge of the bed and then the look of adoration disappeared as he gazed back at Vivienna's almost bald pussy.

He grabbed her legs and pulled her toward the edge of the bed, lifting her legs and spreading them further apart. He stepped in between her splayed legs and worked his finger along her juicing gash. He bent down to reach for his trousers on the floor and fished out a condom from it. Putting it on his cock, he pushed forward until he worked his cock against the furrow between her legs. Once his cock had found the opening, he pushed in hard and fast. Vivienna gasped as her pussy lips were stretched wide by the girth of Paul's cock. He didn't waste any time and started to fuck into her cunt with fast and furious thrusts. The hard slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. 

Vivienna's mouth started to oval out as she gasped and moaned. Her pussy was aflame with desire and she could feel the lava starting to build inside of her. Paul didn't lost pace at all and kept spearing into her. Vivienna's upper body started to strain forward as she felt the first orgasm build inside her. 

"Unnnh...Unnnh... don't stop...I'm...I'm Cumming!" She cried out as her body shook in pleasure. She noticed Paul had stopped fucking into her and she wondered if he had cum. She looked down expectantly as Paul withdrew his cock and noticed that it was still rock hard and the condom still empty.

"Get on your fours." Paul commanded as he tapped her hips. Vivienna turned herself round and got on her fours, realising that aside from her panties, she was still fully clothed. Paul positioned her legs and then nudged his cock against her gaping pussy hole. Again he slipped in quickly, eliciting another gasp from Vivienna. 

Paul grabbed hold of her hips and using them as leverage, started to pump his cock into her. Vivienna moaned hotly and grabbed the bedsheets with her hands as her passion filled body responded to the hard fucking. She came twice again before Paul pulled out of her. He tapped her on the ass again. She turned to look at him. He still hadn't cum yet!

"Y-you haven't cum yet?" She asked, almost incredously.

"Maybe you're just a lousy fuck" Paul shot back, with a nasty leer in his face. He positioned her on the bed again and rested her ankles on his shoulders. He pressed his cock forward and entered her slowly, this time taking his time and luxuriating in the feeling of her tight pussy. He picked up the white lacy panties that he had so carefully removed from Vivienna earlier and brought it to his face.

The gusset was damp with her juices and there was the strong smell of urine on them too. As he smelt the panties, his thrusts grew quicker. Vivienna groaned aloud.

"Cum...cum with me!" She moaned, almost pleading. "I want you to cum!!"

Paul suddenly grinned at her and covered her face with her own panties. He positioned the damp gusset over her mouth and nose. The strong smell of urine mixed with her womanly secretions invaded her nasal passages and she tried to turn away. Paul held the panties hard against her face, forcing her to breathe in her scent. His face was suddenly upon her own, licking the panties and kissing her through the panties. He could taste her woman flavoured panties and he suddenly grunted and his cock began spurting. Vivienna felt the pulsing of his cock in her pussy and she orgasmed again.

As Paul pulled his cock out of her, she quickly removed the panties from her face. She had actually been quite turned on by the whole act of being made to smell her own panties and in a kinky depraved sort of way, it had made her cum very hard.

As Paul cleaned himself up in the bathroom, she smoothened down her skirt and adjusted her clothes. Just as she was about to step into her panties, Paul stopped her.

"I'd like to keep those." He said softly, "If I may that is." He seemed to have returned to his soft demeanour after spilling his seed.

"What am I to wear back then?"

"Does it really matter? Go pantiless, flash someone on the way home." Paul laughed. "I want those panties. I'll give you 50 dollars extra."

Vivienna smiled at Paul and tossed him her panties. "You want to buy the other ones too?" She asked, winking at him.

"Nah. Those aren't as pretty as this one. And this is still wet too!" Paul grinned like a cat that had just got the milk as he toyed with her wet panties.

The panties were one of Vivienna's favourite pairs but seeing that she had made more than a 100% profit of them, she could well afford to buy a couple more. After all, she had only paid 19.99 for them and received 50 in return. The idea of a side income stream entered her head briefly.

She kissed Paul on the cheek as he paid her. "Call me again sometime," She smiled warmly at him. "I had fun."

Vivienna took the money from Paul and tucked it away in her bag. Not a bad days work where she actually for paid a lot more than what she had anticipated. The sex had been good too. In fact, she could feel her juices running down her pantiless cunt and onto her thighs. Who would have thought mild mannered Paul could be such a sexual animal and take so long to cum!

As she left, Vivienna realised that Paul had never even asked what her name was. She smiled ruefully as she realised that not all men wanted to know the name of the whore that had provided them with a service. After all, that's what she was to Paul. Nothing but a whore with nice panties...



Making a Whore Pt. 02



Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend.

I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20, if that. She wasn't beautiful, but was definitely not unattractive. At 5'6" with a slender waist and ample 36 D tits with long curly strawberry hair, she could be stunning at times.

She didn't like black guys. Well, it wasn't that she didn't like them. She had never been exposed to them and was also from a very racist southern family. She told me she would be disowned if her family ever found out that she fucked a black guy.

I loved pushing her past her limits, so when I found out she wasn't into black guys, I became obsessed with her fucking black guys. 

We had become members of a swinger's website. We had met a few guys and a girl or two from the site but never a black person. I eventually came upon a guy named Brian.

He was black, reasonably attractive, pretty close by and had two things that Heather really did like going for him. He had these wonderful abs. In the pictures his athletic body was shiny and wet and the dark, rippled abdomen reflected the flash of the camera. And he had a huge, erect, shaved cock. At the time it was difficult for me to admit that I admired a cock, but I admired his. It was perfect. It was dark, and veiny and looked like it was chiseled from ebony granite. It was perfectly shaved and erect, with just a slight upward turn at the end.

She was as taken by his cock and abs as I was taken by the idea that he was black. So, she let me contact him. 

It wasn't more than a day when we got a response. He lived in Harrisburg, PA, which is about an hour and a half away. We decided to go to his house.

He lived in a pretty nice town house neighborhood. When he let us in the door, he had an Oakland Raiders rug on the floor. That was my common ground to begin conversation.

"So you are a Raiders fan", It was more of a question than a statement, but really lived somewhere between the two.

"Born and raised", he replied as he shook my hand.

"I don't know if this is going to work out," I said with an ornery smile. "I am a Patriots fan."

He held up his fingers in the sign of a cross as his eyes moved up and down Heathers body. She was wearing her favorite black skirt, so short that her ass cheeks were peeking out the bottom. But only about two inches of the skirt showed because she had an almost transparent white lace shirt that covered a black Victoria's Secret push up bra and came down very low on the skirt. She had on tall black heels and she had on no underwear.

Brian had two large pieces of furniture in his smallish living room. He had a sofa and an armchair. He sat on the armchair as we started to talk.

He was a nice guy. I liked him and he joked how we were the same person with different skin. We liked a lot of the same music, the same TV, plays, books, sports. He played tennis competitively and that was the reason and the means for him to stay in such good shape.

This was the first time Heather and I had met a black guy, and she was nervous but he was so cool that the meeting had turned from a nervous sexual encounter to a group of friends hanging out and I didn't want that. If it had gone on much longer Heather would have been too nervous to continue.

So, as we talked I began to slide my hands up and down her thighs. Each time I would go a little further under her skirt until eventually I was touching her inner thigh right next to her pussy. I touched her clit and was shocked that she didn't try to stop me.

Just by touching the outside of her beautifully shaven pussy, I could already tell that she was wet. She got wet fast and often and a lot. I mean, running down the crack of her ass wet. She wasn't there yet, because she was nervous. 

So, I lifted her skirt and exposed her pussy to Brian as I moved both hand to her labia and began to run them and pull them apart. She pressed her pussy into my fingers as I started to grope it more energetically.

Her eyes were closed, but Brian's weren't. He was watching intently. She had also dropped out of the conversation and into complete silence while Brian and I continued to talk about everything under the sun and I played with her pussy for him, making her wetter and wetter while he was having a harder and harder time keeping his distance.

My fingers began to trace the outline of her damp pussy lips, lingering on her enlarged clit and then sliding down to open her up for him. That was all he could take. He was up from the sofa and on his knees in front of her. He began slowly licking her pussy as I held it open for him.

It wasn't long before he picked her up from my lap and deposited her on his Raiders rug. He climbed between her legs and began to work on her pussy in earnest. I was on my knees at her head, and she reached for my zipper and pulled my cock out. 

She took it in her mouth and directed me to slowly fuck her mouth while Brian liked her pussy. 

She was in heaven. She loved to have someone...anyone...lick, suck, bite, or otherwise stimulate her orally, and she was moaning loudly as she took my cock to her throat over and over.

Then, Brian took his cock out and in seconds he was in her pussy. She gasped as his large cock entered her. She arched her back to take it deeper. By the time Brian had thrust into her twice she was no longer thinking about sucking my cock. She just braced to take his cock deeper and deeper.

"Harder", she said over and over until he was pounding her like a madman. She reached down to pull her pussy lips further apart for him as he told her he was about to cum.

He thrust into her a few more times, and then his body tensed. She wrapped her legs around him trying to pull him in deeper as tried to back out.

He managed to get his cock out just before he shot a huge load on her stomach. Multiple streams of wet, stick cum plastered her abdomen. He reached down and kissed her as she began to play in the cum.

"Why did you pull out?" she asked.

"I want to be careful."

We sat around talking for a few minutes. He told her how amazing she was, and she told him how much she loved his cock and his abs. He was sitting on the sofa and again she was in my lap in the chair.

But, while we talked, she continued playing with the cum on her stomach. Suddenly, she put her fingers to my lips and told me to lick it.

I didn't hesitate. 

She caressed my lips and put her fingers in my mouth. When I took the cum off her fingers, she began getting more. She began to fuck my mouth with her fingers while she continued to talk to Brian about meeting again and what kind of dinner and drinks we liked.

Then, she told me to just get on the floor and clean her up so we could go out to dinner.

Again, I didn't hesitate.

I started licking at her pussy, which smelled of another man's cum. I liked up her crack and stopped at her clit. She moaned slightly, but told me to just clean her up. So, I licked all of Brian's cum from her.

My cock was as hard as it had ever been when she stopped me.

Brian suggested we go out to dinner. It was his treat.

We went in my car. Heather had me drive, but she got in the back seat with Brian. They directed me to the restaurant as they made out in the back seat. I could hear them. I usually listed to the stereo, but I kept the car quiet because I was so turned on.

I couldn't see back there very well, but I could tell that Heather was sucking his cock as he was giving me directions. In the silence I could hear his subdues moans. And then, he must have cum, because we were there, and they were done.

We went in the restaurant, a fairly nice, semi-casual steak house, and they walked in together with me trailing. The hostess led the three of us to a booth and, of course, they sat on one side and me on the other.

I was so turned on I couldn't give you a lot of details from the rest of the night. I know that I could tell she was stroking Brian's cock under the table the whole time we waited for the server. She didn't stop when the server arrived. The whole time she was taking our order, Heather was stroking Brian and looking directly at me.

I was embarrassed. And I liked it too. I mouthed for her to kiss him. She did.

Deep, sexual kisses for all to see.. I knew she had his cock in her hand too..

Then she pulled her hand out from under the table, and it had a small amount of cum on it. 

She put it to her lips and sucked it off as she smiled at me.

We ate and said our goodbyes. Brian paid for everything and we dropped him off at his house and began the drive home.

She asked me how I liked it. I told her it was the hottest thing I could imagine and she just said "Good".

We got home, and climbed into bed. WE curled up with her head on my shoulder and we just talked.

Heather loved to be called a slut. She hated to be called a whore.

But, that night, when I said "I was so turned on. You were such a whore tonight", she just smiled as she began to drift off.

I believe that was the first time she didn't object to being called a whore.

TBC



Making a Whore Pt. 03



Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend.

I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20, if that. She wasn't beautiful, but was definitely not unattractive. At 5'6" with a slender waist and ample 36 D tits with long curly strawberry hair, she could be stunning at times.

She liked big cocks. Before we started dating, sometimes even in the presence of her boyfriend, we would talk about our sexual adventures and fantasies. She had much more experience than I did, even with the age difference. I had fucked a grand total of approximately six girls in my entire life. At 22 years old, she told me I was number 18. Four of those were the same night. They were best friends of a guy in the Air Force whom she was staying with overnight. They kind of took turns, and there was oe time when she was sucking one guys cock while getting fucked, but that was the closest to a gangbang she had ever been.

She wanted a gangbang. I wanted her to have a gangbang. We had already met some guys from SLS for sexual encounters, but it had always been one at a time. I had, however, pushed her to fuck a black guy. She was from a racist family that would have disowned her if they ever found out she had been with a black guy, and she had no interest.

So, I pushed her into black guys. Fortunately, the first one we met, a great guy named Brian, was nice, had great abs, and a perfect 10 inch cock. Although she still wasn't comfortable with the whole concept of black guys, she liked Brian. The fact that she had fucked him multiple times and liked it gave me leverage to push her into more.

When we started looking for a gangbang, we found a guy on a swinger's website named Jim who organized gangbang parties. He was all about meeting the girl's needs and never pushing her and respecting her limits. But, she was shy and didn't have much confidence, so she let me do all the talking to Jim.

I am sure if Jim had been talking to her directly, he would have sensed the hesitance in her voice, and things would have been a lot different. But, he was talking to me. And when he said what about black guys she told me to tell him no.

I told her it might be hard to set it up without ANY black guys. And besides, I thought she looked hot fucking black guys. It turned me on. So, she relented. 

I told Jim we wanted four to six guys, a mixture of black and white, large cocks, and no one that was uncircumcised. She thought uncut cocks were disgusting.

One hurdle at a time. I was working on gangbangs and black guys right now. But, I tucked her aversion to foreskin away for future reference.

For the time being, we scheduled a gangbang with 6 guys, two of them black, to be held at a hotel near the airport in Philadelphia. Everyone was circumcised, and all had larger than average cocks.

She got dressed in her favorite slut outfit; a short black skirt, although this one was slightly longer by about two inches than usual. When she walked, you couldn't see the lower portion of her ass cheeks as she walked. She did wear underwear this time, as well. It was a black thong from Victoria's Secret. She wore a black pinstriped corset, which I had to lace up in the back. Her tits were up and exposed almost down to the areola.

Her strawberry hair hung in ringlets to her waist and her pale skin starkly contrasted her dark clothing.

She was an enticing slut and she knew it. That didn't stop me from telling her so.

She had told me that sometimes, she felt as if she was good for nothing but sex. I never did find out for sure what caused that lack of self-worth, but I used it to my advantage. 

I talked continually about how hot she was, and how much I loved fuckinng her, and how much I loved her fucking everybody, and how I wanted her to be a complete slut. It was too early in the night to use the word whore. She hated being called that. She loved being a slut and being called a slut, but didn't want to be called a whore.

So, I never called her a whore until she was involved in sex and enjoying it or afterwards. I used the word slut to turn her on and the word whore to break down her resistance.

The ride up there was uneventful. We rode in nervous excitement, with me just keeping enough conversation going to keep her turned on. We had purchased some beer and even though we were violating the open container law and she was only 20, she was drinking to loosen her inhibitions.

When we arrived, everyone else was already there.

Once we shut the door behind us, and everyone introduced themselves, we settled into basic "How was the trip, how was traffic" type conversation. It was boring. I was hoping that all the encouragement I had been doing and the drinking would have her ready to be the aggressor, but that wasn't the case.

So, I started to caress her and expose her tits. She just leaned back into me and let it happen. Shortly, we were all standing in the middle of the room in a group with me presenting her to a group of men, much as I had presented her to Brian.

Jim was amazed at her tits.

"You have the best natural tit's we have ever seen", he told her as I pushed the up and out closer to him so he could take her nipples in his mouth. 

Another guy lifted her skirt and pulled aside her thong to touch her pussy. She moaned as his fingers touched her clit, so he inserted his finger into her wet pussy and put it to her mouth.

She began to suck his fingers without hesitation and that seemed to be the signal fpr everyone to begin. Hands were caressing her ass and her pussy while both her tits were being sucked. I just stood there holding her and took it all in.

Then, Jim took her hand and led her to the bed.

I watched with a feeling of anticipations as she climbed on the bed and crawled to the middle with her skirt hiked up and her milky ass shining in the stark light of the hotel room. Her shaved pussy glistened.

She rolled on her back in the middle of the bed and the guys immediately began taking their clothes off where they stood. Jim was the first with his cock in her mouth and one of the black guys took his position at her pussy while the other guys made their way to her hands.

I had taken my clothes off at the same time as the others and she was jerking me off as well. My cock was so hard as I watched her let Jim slowly fuck her pretty face. She let out a barely audible moan with each thrust in and was grinding her pussy.

Leo, the black guy at her pussy, got to his knees and put his cock at the entrance to her pussy and I watched as my girlfriend had a cock in her pussy and her mouth at the same time while she was jerking me and a couple of other guys off.

Jim, whose cock was the smallest of the group, said "I have to try that pussy" as she left her mouth and began to walk around the bed. Leo pulled out of her pussy and before he could get to the head of the bed, there was already another cock in her mouth.

She didn't question whose cock was in her mouth and didn't hesitate to begin sucking it. If a cock appeared at her mouth she began to suck it. She didn't question who was in her pussy and she jerked off whoever had their cock in her hands.

She lay there like a disinterested slut who believed this is what she was for and I began to lose interest.

Until I had an idea. I went to my pants and pulled out my camera.

I went back to the head of the bed and started snapping pictures of Heather with a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy and something changed. 

She came to life. She watched me and the camera as she sucked a cock energetically thrusting her head forward and taking it as deeply as she could. She began telling whoever was fucking her to fuck harder and deeper. She jerked cocks off with more vigor, directing them to her mouth and pussy when she wanted them.

Every command or new dick in her mouth brought a smile for me and for the camera. I moved around the bed snapping pictures from every imaginable angle while her gaze followed me no matter what else she was doing.

She was performing for me. She was putting on a show and whatever I told her to do or however I told her to do it, she performed with a smile for the camera.

I told he to take that cock deeper and she went down on it till she gagged. I told her to tell him to fuck you harder and she yelled "Fuck me Harder!". 

Now, as she was pounded from the rear, she bounced her ass off Jim's stomach. As she took turns sucking cocks, she was getting sloppier and sloppier all the while moaning more and more.

When Jim was ready to cum, and asked her where he should cum, without hesitation she asked me where I wanted it.

"A good whore always swallows", I said without hesitation.

She just smiled and pointed to her mouth. Jim put his stiff cock in her mouth and it glistened with her pussy juices as he thrust it deep over and over until his body stiffened and she began to smile as his cum shot into her mouth and escaped onto her cheek.

When he pulled out, she pushed the escaped jizz back into her mouth and without hesitation swallowed it. She looked around the room and asked who was next.

Each of them took turns shooting cum into her awaiting throat while she watched me and the camera and smiled like a pornstar.

They were all done, and she signaled me to come over. She took my hard cock in her mouth and started to suck it as I continued to take her picture and everyone else watched as they were getting dressed and talking about how great she was and how far they had to drive to get here and how it was worth it even after a heard day at work.

Then, they all began to give Jim money. He collected 40 dollars from each guy. I smiled as I began to shoot my own load into her mouth.

Soon, we were dressed and there was no one left in the room but Heather and me. She sat on my lap and kissed me and I could taste semen on her breath as she put her tongue in my mouth and began to swirl it.

"Did you see Jim collecting money?" she asked me.

"Uh-huh" I replied.

She smiled as she look me in the eyes and grinned. "I guess that makes me a whore" she said leeringly.

TBC



Making a Whore Pt. 04



Heather was a slut when we met. She wasn't the in-your-face, I wanna fuck everything I see and I don't care who knows it kind of slut. I would have called that a whore. She was a sweet innocent looking, shy, fun girl who responded to attention and would fuck your brains out.

I don't think we would have become friends if she had been an in-your-face slut. If we hadn't become friends, we wouldn't have ended up fucking for 4 years.

But, what I found out shortly after we became friends was that when we were alone she like to tease and flirt. When we were alone in the car, she loved to play padiddle.

Driving down the road, if you see a car with a headlight out, you yell padiddle. Everyone touched the roof of the car. The last one to do so removes one article of clothing.

It was just us, so we always ended up naked, which of course, led to fucking.

She found The 100 Point Purity test online. It asks questions about your sexual history and your desires and tells you, in a percentage, how pure you are.

When we met, I was 87 percent pure. She was 37 percent pure.

And so it went. I would tell my wife that I was going out with my friends, who were mostly younger females anyway, to drink and she would tell her boyfriend the same thing.

We did usually hang out with my friends drinking, but my friends liked her and did not like my wife. So, they all encouraged us.

For a 45 year old man it was a wonderful time. I was hanging out with a group of pretty attractive twenty somethings, who didn't like my wife and were constantly trying to fix me up with their friends. WE were drinking and playing games and going to bars and staying out all night.

Then I started to find that Heather wanted to please me. WE went to porn theaters, and had gangbangs, and she fucked black guys for me (she had an aversion to black guys so getting her to do it turned me on). WE talked about what we wanted to do and what we would not do.

The list of things we would not do became shorter and shorter as we realized that we pushed each other. Eventually, we had a list that said "No blood, no poop, no permanent marks, no kids, no dead people and no animals". That was it. She even said, "I don't like pee, but if you want to, I'll let you."

So, we started working on doing everything on the test that we hadn't done. Sex while actually driving down the road was more difficult than one can imagine. There is a certain thrill to having sex in a school, in a church while a service is going on, and in a bathroom. It is really erotic when you cover all three of those with one act. The church service was in the gymnasium of a local middle school while they were building their building, and the bathroom was right outside the gymnasium door.

And then, something happened that changed our relationship. One of my friends, Katie, bought a house. She offered to let Heather and me rent half the house for a very reasonable price.

We were in. She left her boyfriend and I moved out of my wife's house. Katie's house was only a couple of miles from my wife's, so I would sleep with Heather, and fuck Heather and then get up at 5 am and drive over to let my wife go to her job and get my kids up and ready for school.

I would fix them breakfast, and wake them up, talk with them about the day and then when the last was on the school bus, I would go back and wake Heather up so we could go to work.

It was a bit awkward. My wife became a bitch, expectedly. I was tired, but having fun.

Then we had an idea. There was a guy named Brian that we had met through an online swinger's website. We had gone to his house a couple of times, and met at motels a couple of times, but now we had our own place.

Heather said she loved his long, thick, black cock and would love to have him stay all night with us. With Katie home.

Katie sort of knew of our adventures, but only in a "they have an open relationship" kind of way. She knew nothing of the kind of perversity we would try. But, she didn't really mind.

So, we invited Brian down. Heather's cock, Heather's game. 

She tied me up in a glider rocker in our bedroom. She blindfolded me. She then started getting ready for Brian, who was coming down for dinner. Katie was cooking Lasagna that night, and Brian was eating with Heather and Katie while I remained tied up in our room.

I have no idea what happened downstairs, because to this day Heather has never told me. But, I do know that Katie came upstairs in the middle of their dinner and came into our bedroom and asked me if I was OK.

I told her I was, and there was an audible shrug of the shoulders as she said "OK."

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard them coming up the stairs. They were laughing and giggling as they entered the bedroom and shut the door.

"Do you know how hot this girl looks?" Brian asked me.

"No". I had been blindfolded when she showered and did her hair and got dressed. I had no idea. But, I knew what she looked like, long strawberry hair down in ringlets and pale skin with perfect tits kissing a very dark black man. I had seen it before and it turned me on. It turned me on even more knowing that two months earlier, she had never touched a black man and said she never would. I had kept telling her how much I wanted to see her with a black man and in a couple of months, that barrier was gone.

Now, she loved Brian's ten inch black cock.

Heather knew how much I loved to see her fucked and how much I wanted her to be a whore. I wanted that in-your-face, all the time whore and I kept guiding this young girl who would do almost anything I asked to be just that.

When she fucked other people, she performed for me. I never asked her to do anything. I certainly never told her to. She would be defiant. But, if I mentioned liking something, and voiced disappointment when it didn't happen, she eventually would do it. For me.

That night, she performed for me as well. She was a very vocal sexual partner. She moaned and encouraged her partner to fuck her harder, but she didn't say much besides that. She performed visually, always looking at me and leering as she took a cock in her mouth, or looked at me and moaned as a cock entered her pussy. But that night, I couldn't see. So, she performed with her voice.

They came into the bedroom and shut the door behind them, and immediately started kissing. In my darkness, I saw nothing, but I heard her whispered moans and the smack of their lips. I could picture their lips parting and their tongues exploring each other's mouths. I imagined his dark hands touching her perfect tits and her arching her back as she usually did when they were touched.

I heard her say to him "I can tell you have been missing me" as I imagined her hands rubbing his cock through his pants Then I heard the buckle on his belt loosen and I heard the jingle of keys and belt and the rustle of cloth as his pants were lowered.

Then, I am not sure if I heard so much as felt her drop to her knees and take his cock in her mouth. But, I knew she was on her knees sucking his cock. No one had gotten on the bed and I could hear her. I imagined Brian's perfect, dark cock sliding into her parted lips. I imagined it going deep and then stopping as she worked her throat on the head. I could hear his cock probing the entrance to her throat. I didn't think she could take it all, but in my mind i wanted her to. I was thinking 'take it all' as I heard Brian's voice encourage her to do the same.

I wish I could have seen her taking his long, thick cock in her mouth. I loved the contrast of her pale skin against the darkness of a black cock. I loved the enthusiasm with which she performed for me when I was watching. But, this was different. She was performing, but I couldn't see.

I started asking her to take off my blindfold, knowing we had agreed that it wasn't to come off no matter what. In her refusals, she became emboldened. She started to tease me.

"Don't you wish you could see this perfect black cock in my mouth? You wanna see it in my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes" I replied, so excited I could barely contain myself.

I had to keep pushing her, and I knew Brian would help because he had the perfect set up here. I kept telling her how much I wanted to see, but never pushed so much that she felt threatened.

As I pushed her, and Brian pushed her, her teasing became more intense.

"This cock is so perfect. I wish your cock was this big. It's going to feel so good in my pussy. I might even give him my ass."

I knew better than that. So far, she told me she had only been fucked in the ass a couple of times and it hurt a lot. Originally, she told me I was the only one she trusted with that, but she had become more open to Jim fucking her ass. His cock was significantly smaller than mine.

"I want to see." I replied. I want to see you fuck him.

"I want you to sit there and listen. Be quiet while I fuck him" she told me in a voice with a bit of authority.

I was loving it. I sat there in silence and listened to Brian moan as she continued to suck his cock. I heard her moan, even more than usual and wasn't sure at this point if she was doing it for my benefit or because she was getting into it.

Suddenly, she stopped. I heard her moving on the bed and let out a loud moan as I knew Brian's large cock was entering her pussy. She moaned and told him to fuck her hard. She performed well. She might as well have been a porn star.

Then I heard Brian say "I getting ready to cum".

"Keep fucking me."

I heard him pound harder and faster and groan as I could picture him tensing as his load shot into her beautiful, shaved pussy. Then, they collapsed.

I heard her kissing him. She had never kissed any of the guys she had fucked before. She had let them kiss her nech, and her body, and she had sucked their cocks and fucked them, but kissing was just for me.

She was performing, and I was pushing her and so was he and she was moving her limits. They must have kissed for ten or fifteen minutes before they got up.

They left the room and went downstairs. They didn't say a word to me, and they left me in the chair until she came back upstairs a while later.

When she came up stairs, she untied me and removed the blindfold and led me to the bed. She was naked, except for the short black skirt hiked up around her waist and I was still fully clothed.

Once in the bed, she snuggled up to me and asked if I wanted her to tell me what happened.

"God, yes" I replied.

"Only if you lick my pussy and make me cum"

"Anything" I whispered.

She climbed on top of me, and lowered her still wet pussy on my face and started to grind her pussy into it. I could taste Brian's semen as I felt it cover my mouth and my face.

"Lick my clit" she said. "You want to know what happened?" she asked.

All I could get out was a muffled "uh-huh" as she continued to ride my face.

"I got fucked by a big black cock. Now suck his cum out of me."

I did as I was told. She came violently, grinding her pussy harder and harder into my face. Then, she turned over, and curled up with her ass against me hard cock still begging to get out of my pants and told me to go to sleep.

She never did tell me what happened that night. But, I learned from that experience that she would do almost anything enthusiastically with enough encouragement.

I lay there that night thinking of all the things I wanted to do with her. She had been a slut, but was well on her way to becoming the whore she didn't really want to be.

The next day, at work, I found out something else. She told her best friend at work, our shift manager, what had happened that night. She was proud of herself.

I got hard just thinking about that, because I knew that everyone there would know soon. Rose couldn't keep a secret to save her life.



Making a Whore Pt. 05



Heather was a slut when we met. She wasn't the in-your-face, I wanna fuck everything I see and I don't care who knows it kind of slut. I would have called that a whore. She was a sweet innocent looking, shy, fun girl who responded to attention and would fuck your brains out.

I don't think we would have become friends if she had been an in-your-face slut. If we hadn't become friends, we wouldn't have ended up fucking for 4 years.

But, it wasn't long before I realized that even though I was an average looking man in his mid forties fucking a 20 year old slut that would do almost anything to please him, it wasn't enough.

At first, I didn't realize I was using her. She was the one who had gotten me into this lifestyle. She was 20 years old, and I was her 18th male sexual partner. But, I realized that she had never had anyone be really nice to her, and she was willing to do anything to keep me. I had been taking advantage of that, and felt horrible. At first.

We talked about stopping. I told her that I knew she had been mistreated in the past and I wasn't sure where her self respect was and I didn't want to do anything that was going to damage her further. She said that she knew what she was doing and liked it.

I could tell she was saying what she thought I wanted to hear. But, I wanted to be her knight in shining armor. So we stopped. Cold turkey. No other people, no porn, no stories.

I started to hint that I thought she was bored. In truth, I was bored. I had had a taste, and I liked it. There was nothing I wouldn't try and nothing I wouldn't want her to do.

She could tell, too.

So, she started pushing to start again. Constantly. I kept resisting, but it was only show. I knew I wanted it, but I wanted it on my terms. If she kept pushing for it, and she talked me into starting it up again, I would be in complete control.

Eventually it happened. We decided to play. It was a Friday night, and we were going to a bar that we had visited enough that we had become friends with the owner. I think maybe we became friends so fast because Heather was constantly flashing her tits at him.

She was going to let me dress her, but she felt a little too exposed, so we compromised. That means she wore what I wanted, a pair of tight jeans, her Black Victoria's Secret push up bra and a long sleeve, fish net top. To this outfit, she added her white, semi transparent camisole.

She looked like a television street hooker. I loved it.

We walked into the bar with very little fanfare. There was no turning of every head to follow her. There was no parting of the crowds to harken her arrival. It was just a dark, fairly crowded bar with a bad band playing 80's rock.

We went toward the back where we saw a couple of empty seats at the bar. Scott, the owner and the guy we had become friends with, was working as bartender that night.

He saw us and smiled. We had become semi regulars and he knew that he would get a show from her. He had a couple of beers poured by the time we got to our seats.

"So, what's up with you guy?" Scott asked.

Heather smiled at him and said "Just out to play."

"You are looking naughty."

"Maybe" she teased him.

"So, who's the band?" I asked.

He told me the name of the band that was playing and told me there would be two others. It was Friday and they would be open until 2am and pretty busy.

He went to take care of other customers and left Heather and me alone. I was looking around the bar and told her that she was the hottest girl there. Definitely the sluttiest. I wanted her to find someone to fuck. I didn't care if she fucked them there, fucked them in their car, fucked them in my car, took them home to fuck her, or got their number with a promise to fuck them later. She was a slut and I knew I wanted her to be a whore.

The kind of whore who will fuck because she wants to fuck. The kind of whore who doesn't care that women are talking behind her back, or maybe even to face. The kind of whore that men see and immediately know that she will fuck them with only the smallest pretense of foreplay.

It wasn't long before guys began talking to her. She was still shy in social situations, but her outfit started plenty of conversation. One guy in particular, a college aged guy who was about 6'2" and pretty attractive, wedge in beside her and ordered four beers. While he waited he looked to her and then to me. He said simply hi.

"Hey", I said. 

"Nice outfit" he said to me as much as to Heather.

She looked at me with that 'what a creep this guy is' look. I wanted to get her past that initial distrust of everyone. She had gotten to the point where she was very outgoing with people that were a part of her circle, but was almost hostile to those that were not. It was up to me to make an opening.

"She won't be in it long" I replied. "She's drinking tequila."

"Really?" he asked as Scott showed up with his beers.

"Can I get three shots? Tequila." I said to Scott, who just smiled.

"Stick around for a shot," I said as I smiled. Heather did too, although hesitantly.

"Sure". He seemed confused and a bit wary but had been drinking long enough that his curiosity about the slutty girl was leading him.

Scott showed up with the shots, and set them out before us. I paid him, and he left to get change. Heather took the salt and put quickly put some on both the left and right shoulders at the base of her neck. She slid him his shot as I took mine. She handed him a lime wedge and picked up hers. As she picked up the shot glass, he had realized what she wanted. Really, it was what I wanted. She was putting it out there.

"Salut!" she said touching her glass to his and waving it in the air toward me, now standing behind her as she faced him. I began to lick the salt from one shoulder as she pulled him to the other. We licked and tossed down the shots.

As he started to put the lime wedge in his mouth, she took it in her fingers and put it to his lips. A gentle, seductive squeeze and a little bit of lime juice on his lips and she was kissing him. Kissing him slowly, eyes closed, and letting her tongue explore.

She finally pulled away and smiled.

"I have to take these beers," he said as he pulled away and looked at me with disbelief on his face.

"She gets horny," I said.

He left.

"Did I do OK?" she asked me.

"A perfect slut" I said. "The only thing that would have been better was if you grabbed his cock while you were kissing him"

"How do you know I didn't"

I kissed her and she did grab my cock, as she had his I later found out.

The first band had finished playing, and Heather looked to me and said "I'm getting hot in here".

Scott, of course, was there to check on us at that moment.

"Take something off" he said with a wicked leer.

Scott knew her well enough to know that she would, but it would also be the safest thing she could take off at this point. She wasn't drunk yet.

"What should I take off?"

"The white thing."

Without hesitation, she reached under the fishnet and pulled the shoulders of the white camisole down her arms and pulled it out from under. She sat there in her pants and a black fishnet top with a push up bra underneath. The cups were cut low enough that most of the flesh of her beautiful tits were on display. She liked encouragement from me, but was being condition to love encouragement from anyone.

"Amazing" Scott said. 

"Do you want to touch them?" She liked Scott, and this wasn't the first time he had touched her tits. 

"Later" he said as he left.

It wasn't long before Tom, the college looking guy, was back. This time he had his three friends with him.

"You're back!" she exclaimed. "I thought you left me" she said giving him a little hug. "And you brought friends" 

He had indeed brought his friends with him. They encircled her, and Tom inserted himself between her and me. I stayed close enough to her that I could interact, but behind Tom so he could direct things, if he chose to.

"I like this top", he said his eyes fixed on her tits.

"These?" she said as her hands cupped her tits and offered them.

"Yes"

Scott was back with their beers. "I bet she'll let you touch them."

"Really?"

I chimed in, "Go ahead. She's horny."

She swirled her hands around her breasts and gave a gentle pinch to her nipples through her bra.

Tom was on it. His friends were watching, eyes wide with amazement. She leaned close to him, so that her breasts were pressed against his chest and thrust her ass out so that it rubbed against one of the other guys.

Hesitantly, he reached down to stroke it. 

I just nodded my head to him, indicating it was OK. That was all the encouragement they needed. All four of them were gathered around her, their hands exploring her body in the back corner of the dark bar as the band played on and time went on around us.

I was getting lightheaded watching her let herself go. I was getting hornier and hornier and just wanted her to keep going. Wanted her to fuck all four of them right there, but I knew it could not happen. Even if she were into that, Scott would not let that happen. He would lose his liquor license. But, he sure didn't mind watching this.

"Is she always like this?" he asked. He sort of knew the answer. But, it gave me the opportunity I was looking for.

"She wants to fuck" I said, louder than I had to because I wanted to be heard. "And she told me that she is going to fuck someone tonight but it isn't going to be me".

Scott just shook his head and walked away. But, it did get the reaction I was hoping for. Tom had heard me.

"What?" he asked.

"You are more likely to fuck her tonight than I am" I told him. "She said she wanted someone else to fuck her and I wasn't getting it till she did"

I made that up. She had never said that, but it let him know that, whether I LIKED it or not, she was here to find someone to fuck and I knew about it and was willing to let it happen. He didn't know that I wanted it more than she did.

We were, of course, drawing the attention of the other patrons in the bar. We weren't easily visible from the front of the bar, but everyone going to the bathroom saw us easily.

Every time someone went to the bathroom, they stared. And, when they got back to their seat, they pointed out what was going on to their friends. We were drawing attention but Heather didn't notice, or if she did she didn't care. Guys were paying attention to her. I was paying attention to her. The sluttier she got, the more we liked it/

Tom, as well as the guys with him, continued to touch her breasts, her ass, to put their hands inside her top and squeeze her tits. She encouraged them and I did too. All of the guys were talking to me too. We were talking as if she wasn't there.

I kept reinforcing that she was going to fuck someone before she fucked me. I made sure they knew that I wanted to fuck her, that I was horny and if that meant I had to let her fuck someone else first, I would deal with that.

Truth is, that was what I wanted. I wanted her to get so caught up in being a slut, and the attention it was getting her, that...

Then it happened. The moment I had been waiting for. The moment I had been pushing her toward. Without a word to me she took Tom's hand and they walked toward the door. She virtually pranced as she walked past the guys staring at her and the women who were looking at her with venom in their eyes.

They all knew she was a slut and everyone knew where she was going and what she was going to do. Looking at her, they all knew why she had come there in the first place.

Tom's three friends suddenly started to ask me questions. Where were they going? What were they doing? Was I all right with it? Had she done this before?

I made up the story to fit what I wanted. I told them that she loved to fuck. She also liked games and sometimes her game was that she was going to fuck someone else and I couldn't fuck her till she did. I told them that she had been gangbanged while I watched. I told them she had fucked someone while I was tied up and blindfolded and only able to listen. I told them, truthfully, that the more sex she got, the better our sex was.

They were in disbelief, and when Tom and Heather came back in the bar about a half an hour later, they were all over her again.

She smiled at me. "I guess you can fuck me now!" she said triumphantly as they all were talking to Tom.

Then, the second band finished playing and suddenly Scott was there with shot of Tequila.

"On me" he said. "But something else has to come off."

"What do you want me to take off?" she asked.

"The bra, of course".

She put some salt on the back of her hand as we all did the same. She licked it and shot the Tequila. Quickly, the lime in her mouth and then kissing Tom.

She whispered something in his ear, and turned around to face me. He reached under her fishnet top and unclasped her bra, which she then removed under the top.

"Here, hold that" she said as she tossed me the bra.

Her glorious tits were on display for anyone who cared to look. Tom and his friends all cared to look. Scott cared to look. The guys sitting near us all cared to look and the women sitting near us enjoyed looking at her with disdain.

Now, it wasn't just the four guys that were there. The back end of the bar became the most popular place in the bar to get drink refills. There was a constant parade of guys coming just to get a look. I whispered to her that anyone who wanted to touch her was welcome to, but alas, she never went that far. She made due with her four suitors.

Soon, she took another guys hand and they started toward the front of the bar, but she was immediately stopped by Scott.

"If you are going out front, you have to put your top back on" he chided. You can go out the back door. That worked great because we were only about 6 feet away from the back door which led to a deck that was closed for the winter.

Without hesitation they turned on their heels and went out the back door. They were only outside about 10 minutes when they came back in. When they did, she came straight to me, and kissed me. Hard. And whispered in my ear "I just sucked his cock".

I nearly came right there.

Now, there was little restraint. They were feeling her tits and lifting the fishnet top. She raised her arms and they pulled it over her head. I noticed one guy had her pants undone, and had his hands down the front of them working furiously to get his finger to her pussy in thetightness of her jeans.

Someone suggested a body shot.

"Only if I get it first," Scott said.

So, she climbed up on the bar and laid back as Scott poured Rumplemintz on her nipples and began to suck it off.

Guys cheered. Women leered, although there were a few throughout the place who clapped with the guys. I thought that some of them probably wished they could have ben up there. 

Tom and his friends all licked freshly poured liquor from her tits, followed by a procession of eight or ten other guys.

"LAST CALL!" Scott suddenly yelled.

Turning to us, he said quietly "Pack it up guys. Time to close" as he went about closing out tabs and serving the final round of the night. I noticed Heather collecting Tom's phone number as she started to get dressed. She put her top and her bra on, but left the camisole off. She zipped and buttoned her pants. Then she kissed Tom and each of his friends before turning to me.

"Was I a good slut?" she asked.

"You were a great slut." I said. "You were a whore."

She smiled.



Making a Whore Pt. 06



Heather had been a slut when we met. You would have thought that an average looking man in his mid forties would be happy, having split from his wife and taken up with an attractive 20 year old with an unusually high sex drive. But, as is the case with most things in my life, it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I always want more.

I had found out that Heather liked to fuck. She liked to fuck a lot. She liked to fuck a lot of guys.

While I was still with my wife and she was still with her boyfriend, she had told me that all she wanted was to be able to fuck who she wanted, when she wanted, without a lot of shit from her boyfriend. I had been hooked then.

Married or not, we started fucking. Friends with her boyfriend...it didn't matter. I was in my mid forties and she was the same age as my oldest son. That didn't matter. All of that might have even made it better, because it always turned out the more forbidden something was, the more I liked it. 

She had been so damaged by previous relationships, I had found out, that she doubted her worth for anything other than sex. She had been raped by the next door neighbors son while they were doing homework in high school. Her father had really liked that family and that boy so she was afraid to tell her father. So, she let him continue fucking her until his family had moved away a year later.

Then, her father had met a woman and they had moved in together. Eventually, Heather and her son, Chris, had started dating. Chris was her boyfriend when I met her.

We had been together for about a year when I found all this out. We had both left our significant others and moved in together. I had taken her sexual appetites and pushed her beyond her own boundaries. I pushed her into gangbangs. When I had learned of her aversion to black me, I had pushed her into fucking them. I had pushed her into fucking men at random in bars.

I had begun to feel guilty for pushing her when I suspected the reasons she was such a pliable personality, but I couldn't stop. I just pushed harder.

Shortly after the night with Tom and his three friends in the bar, I got a new job. It had significantly better pay and was still very close to where we had worked together, so I had the ability to see Heather at lunch when we were both working the same shift, but that didn't happen very often.

She was alone a lot of nights.

When she was home alone, she was on the internet flirting with guys on a swingers website while she would text me. She would describe the guys, their cocks, their faces, what they wanted, and if she would or not.

The more she told me of them, the more I pushed her to meet them. She told me she couldn't if I wasn't there. I told her I wanted her to. I wanted her to fuck anyone, anytime she wanted to. I told her how hot it would be to get a text from her saying someone was coming over so they could fuck.

And I meant it.

I would be on the sales floor at work and suddenly get a text that said 'MMMM, guy says he wants to pound my pussy while I suck his friends cock'

'MMM, that hot' I would reply. 'Do it'

'I might"

'You should'

'Only if you are here'

'As much as I work nights, you should do it without me'

'I can't'

'Yes you can'

'Would you really like it?'

I knew I had her. Not only did I push her to fuck guys while I worked. I pushed her to fuck them without telling me. I told her how hot it would be to walk in the house and find her in bed with someone. I told her should have gangbangs without me.

The greatest thing about all this was, the more outlandish our texting got, the better the sex was when I got home.

I would get off work, go home, eat dinner, watch porn while looking for guys on the internet, and then fuck.

It started to pay off soon. I don't know whether she was really starting to enjoy it all, or if she was doing it because I wanted it, but she stopped voicing objections to anything. She didn't initiate much, but did anything I asked of her. Over the course of the next few weeks we had gone to several more gangbangs. We had met several guys in motels. We had told each other quite a few more fantasies. Most of those were not really fantasies, but rather, things that were so far out of bounds that we didn't really think we would ever do them

But, that was kind of our thing. We pushed each other into doing things we never thought we would do. Like the day we were in the shower together. I was on my knees under the hot spray licking the sweetness of her pussy. She loved shower sex. Anytime, anywhere. I loved her pussy. 

She was moaning and I could taste the taste of her despite the hot water flowing into my mouth every time I opened it. I licked her pussy and her ass. I concentrated on her asshole, rimming it over and over. I tried to fuck her ass with my tongue and greedily sucked her asshole like I was French kissing a bride on our wedding night.

Suddenly, she grabbed my head and pulled it to her pussy and started to grind it into my face and I eagerly licked it, loving her sudden aggressiveness. Then I tasted a new salty taste. Piss! She was pissing in my mouth.

I pulled away for a moment, and was immediately pulled back in.

"Swallow it" she said forcefully.

Oh God, did I. I had told her that I would love to be pissed on and forced to drink it. But, I had only told her this after she told me she didn't like being pissed on, but would do it if I wanted. I told her I liked her being aggressive, and being spontaneous. 

Here she was doing it all, and I loved it.

I lapped her piss and swallowed it all hungrily. I licked and swallowed until I could taste no more of the saltiness of her piss and then I concentrated on her clit and making her cum.

It didn't take long, and then she was guiding my cock into her pussy. I fucked her hard as she leaned against the walls of the shower. I was so turned on, it wasn't long before I came, so she made me get on my knees and make her cum again.

We got a really good nights sleep that night.

But, the next day, things were a little weird. She was a little quiet in the morning before she left for work. I kept trying to find out what was wrong, and she kept telling me nothing was wrong.

She left for work with me still feeling something was amiss. But, the feeling was soon set aside. Once at work, she was texting me incessantly. The texts started out with standard I "I miss you" texts that developed into "I love you" texts that developed into "I want you to fuck me texts".

'Do you want me to fuck you or do you want someone else to fuck you?'

'I don't care'

'MMMM' I replied.

'Is your cock getting hard?'

'Yes.'

'Do you really want me to fuck someone?'

'Anyone.'

'Are you sure?'

'Anytime.'

'Maybe when you get home tonight, we can look on the web for someone to come over and fuck me'.

'MMM'

'Maybe more than one guy.'

'Maybe'

'you can lay me on the bed and make me watch as his cock goes in your pussy right over my face'.

'MMMM, and when he cums, I can make you lick it off', she replied.

'I liked last night' I told her changing the subject.

'Really?'

'Yes. I have thought about it all day.'

'Good, bitch'

I almost came in my pants. I had been trying to get her to call me bitch when we fucked for a long time. I jumped on it.

'I'll be a good bitch'

'I know. You will clean me up every time I fuck someone, won't you?'

'If that's what you want' I said, assuming the role immediately.

The rest of the day continued like that, with sporadic breaks when she actually had to work, but it wasn't a busy day, so we texted frequently.

Then, I had to start getting ready for work. I didn't text her for a while as I took a shower, got dressed, and left for work. 

I parked in front of the store, and walked the twenty feet next door to where we had worked together, and she was still employed. She wasn't in the front of the store at the moment, but our friend Jess was. Jess told me she was back in the kitchen making salads and Vito was there so she couldn't come out.

Disappointed, I went to work.

At my job, when it was busy, I didn't have time to text. There were slow days when I could spend a good deal of time texting her, but that night was not one of them. I kept trying to fabricate a break to text her, but it never happened. Finally, at lunch time, I texted, kind of surprised that she had not texted me already. When I got no reply while I was at lunch, I returned to work.

The end of my shift came, and I still had not received a text from her. Surprised, I texted her and asked if she would like me to bring her anything home. It was only a 15 minute drive home, so I wasn't shocked that I didn't get a reply. It was 10:00 and she could easily be asleep or on the internet involved or in the tub.

Our bedroom light was on when I arrived home and I noticed a strange car. We lived in a townhouse, and this car was actually parked in front of our neighbors house, so nothing clicked.

At least, not right away. Usually, when got home at night she would come bouncing down the stair naked or almost so with her beautiful tits bouncing with each step. She would greet me and hug me. It was something I had grown to love, but it didn't happen.

Actually, nothing happened. Until I hung my coat and went upstairs. I opened our bedroom door, and there she was. She was on top of a guy, riding his cock cowgirl style, moving her pretty ass to the front and back with her long strawberry locks swaying with each thrust.

When I opened the door, she just turned to me and said "Wait downstairs."

I had gotten what I had asked for. She was fucking someone while I was at work. She was fucking someone I didn't know, and I didn't know if she knew him. She had taken control and told me what to do with no hesitation. I wasn't sure how I felt.

I sat on the sofa in the living room, which was on the first floor, directly below our bedroom. I could hear the sounds from the bed, and I could hear her moan and speak occasionally, but not well. She definitely was not performing for me like she had in the past. Whether she was fucking him because I wanted her to or because she wanted to, I wasn't a part of it. I had been sent away like a nuisance.

I started to get angry, but realized that this is exactly what I had asked for. I had pushed her constantly into this. When we were alone fucking, I told her how much I wished she was fucking everyone. I didn't care who. I had encouraged her to fuck my friends, my coworkers, and anyone else.

I forced myself to think about her fucking this guy. Just the fucking. And I started to get turned on. I imagined his cock in her mouth, in her pussy, maybe even in her ass. I knew that wouldn't happen, but the thought of it made me hard.

Finally, I got bored being alone. I went to the family room in the basement where we had the TV and I began to watch some Star Trek. But, my mind wasn't on it. I was vacillating between being turned on and being angry. The longer she stayed up there, the angrier I got.

About 2 am, when I heard the front door shut, I realized he had left. I sat there. I didn't move. I would make her come to me. I sat there, feigning interest in the television for quite a few minutes when I heard her go back upstairs.

The bitch! She had fucked him after not telling me at all, and not texting me at all while I was at work, and had sent me downstairs to be alone when I had gotten home. Then she just went to bed without a word.

I could be stubborn. I didn't go upstairs at all. It took quite a while, but I finally fell asleep. Alone. On the sofa.

The next morning, she woke me up as usual. She was getting ready for work and acting as if nothing had happened the night before. No explanations. No stories to turn me on. No apologies. Nothing.

She left for work having still never addressed the night before. She wasn't acting angry or spiteful at all. She acted completely normal.

I went about my day thinking about it all day. I was angry. I was hurt. I wondered how she had gotten the courage to meet someone new without me encouraging her or being the ice breaker. I wondered if it was the first time. I started to picture his cock in her. I wondered if she had let him cum in her or if she had swallowed his cum. I wondered how early he had come over and how long they had been together. 

And a funny thing happened. Soon, I was masturbating thinking about it. 

I started to text her at work and tell her I was sorry I had acted like a jerk. I told her I knew I had asked for it, and that I had just had to get used to the idea.

'Good' was her reply.

I started to press her with questions.

'What time did her come over'

She didn't answer.

'What was his name and where did you meet him?'

'I have known him a long time.'

'Really?'

'Yes. It was Mike from the Air Force.'

Mike, the guy from the Air Force who had shared her with his buddies one night. And she told me she had liked him too. And she told me how dominant he had been and how she had let him do whatever he wanted with her. Suddenly, I had to know what had happened the night before.

'So, what did you guys do last night?' I asked.

'I have to get back to work.'

I only had about an hour left to get ready for work myself, so when she didn't text me anymore, I didn't pay much attention.

'I am leaving for work.' I texted her.

No reply, and another busy night at work. We had little contact, but when I did text her, she texted me in return. We sort of had a running conversation covering my entire shift. 

When I was ready to leave work, I texted her asking if she needed anything.

'No, thanks' was her immediate reply.

I drove home thing about the night before, and I was no so horny, I couldn't wait to fuck her. 

When I got home, again, there was a car there. 

Immediately, I felt angry and turned on wondering who was there. It wasn't the same car, so I didn't think it was Mike again.

I walked in the house, and could hear porn playing loudly downstairs in the family room. With trepidation, I went downstairs to find her in black thigh highs with a black corset on. She was sitting on the couch kissing a man. It was a black man. Her tongue was touching his and his pants were open with his long cock in her hand. It wasn't just long, it was very long. It was the longest cock I had ever seen.

It wasn't fat, and it almost looked odd because the length was way out of proportion to it's girth. She was slowly stroking it as she kept kissing him

"Grab the camera" she told me as she took a break from his lips.

I turned and went upstairs, still in my work clothes, to get the camera.

Looking at the view screen on the back of the camera, I saw her on her knees in front of him when I returned. She was kissing the tip of his cock erotically. She kissed it, then licked it lightly with the tip of her tongue before slowly taking as much as she could in her mouth and slowly backing off.

She kissed it more. She licked it more. She took it deeper little by little. She couldn't deep throat that cock, but it looked like she was trying. She was definitely taking it deeper than I had thought she could.

Her hand started to stroke his cock as she sucked it more furiously.

I snapped picture after picture. She took his cock in her mouth and looked at me. 

Click.

She went deep down on his cock and hesitated as she looked at me.

Click.

She kissed him while stroking his cock and looking at me.

Click.

She climbed on his and pulled her panties to the side, and slid his ling dick slowly into her pussy. There was no doubt she was wet. It went in effortlessly, and she slowly lowered herself the entire length of his cock until she grimaced slightly. She stopped there and smiled as she looked at me and began to gyrate her pussy on his cock.

Click.

She rose until just the tip was in her.

Click.

She started to ride his cock. Slowly at first, kissing him at the same time, then increasing speed. She was taking it deeper too. His black cock shimmered from the wetness from her pussy as she finally took the length of it to his balls and stopped there.

Click. Click. Click.

I moved around behind him, so I could take better pictures of her face as she fucked him. Her eyes never left me as she continued her deep assault on his manhood. She repeatedly took it's length and would stop at it's deepest point to grind a bit before rising.

Then she stood up and turned around, lowering herself on his cock facing away from him.

Click.

I took pictures of her ass as she bounced slowly up and down on his cock. 

I went around to the other side, and she bent down, resting her elbows on the coffee table. her beautiful hair cascaded beautifully down on the table, from my vantage point framing her tits as they bounced in time to her thrusting pussy.

It was glorious.

She climbed on the couch, laying herself across the arm, lifting her ass in the air for him to enter her from the rear.

He pounded her pussy hard and deep from behind as she moaned and I assumed a position directly in front of her so I could get pictures of him behind her and her face as her pussy was slammed.

She was cumming hard. And suddenly, so was he.

She hopped off his cock, and sat on the couch and began to stroke his throbbing cock, causing jets of semen to squirt out on her face. She immediately took the length of his cock in her mouth and continued to suck it as he arched his back and groaned. obviously shooting more cum into her mouth.

And then he was done. And so was she. There was very little conversation after that. Nothing interesting enough to take pictures of. She was simply done fucking and ready for him to be gone. She did, however, remain in his arms until he spoke.

"Well, I have to go, I think. I have to work tomorrow and it's an hour home."

"OK." She said as she reached down and gave his cock one final stroke as she kissed him goodnight.

He stood, straightened himself, and started towards the door. Heather didn't move. She let me see him to the door while she stayed on the couch.

"Did you like that?" she asked when I returned down the stairs.

"I love it anytime you are a slut." I lied, remembering my emotions the night before.

"Good" she replied with a grin as she took my hand and led me upstairs to the shower. She started the water as we both got undressed.

We climbed in the shower, but rather than begin to shower, she pushed me down to my knees. I didn't need to be told what to do. I started to clean up her pussy, which tasted of her sweetness and his cock and his semen. I licked her clit and sucked the cum from inside her. I licked her ass and again tried to fuck her as with my tongue.

I squeezed her pussy lips, making that beautiful pussy fat and protruding as I licked the length of her slit. Then concentrating on her clit as my fingers worked in her, I made her cum. 

She turned around and stuck her ass out toward me and said "Fuck me."

I did.

We had the best shower sex we had ever had.

A few minutes later, laying in bed, she asked me "Are you still off tomorrow and Friday?". 

"Uh-huh" I replied blissfully.

"Good. We have plans."

TBC



Making a Whore Pt. 07



Yes, Heather had been a slut when we met. A pretty, 20 year old who was so damaged by previous relationships that she thought she had no value other than sex. Everything in her life so far had validated that feeling. 

I validated that, too. I told her I loved her. I was a gentleman, most of the time. I kissed her and brought her things. I went out of my way to make her happy. I also pushed her to fuck other men, even after I knew how badly she was damaged. I pushed her to fuck black men when I knew that she had an aversion to them. I pushed her to fuck strangers in the seediest places possible to break down her inhibitions further. I called her a whore because she didn't like it, but only after I got her so turned on she wouldn't object because I thought that was how I would get her to think of herself as a whore. I pushed her to fuck men for money. I pushed her to fuck them if I was there, if I wasn't there, or if she had to go meet them. I pushed her to fuck them one or ten at a time.

And it was working. We had been together for about a year and a half and living together for a few months when I came home from work and she had been fucking a black guy while I was at work. She had even told me to wait downstairs while she finished, and had then told me we had plans the next two nights.

I was off both Thursday and Friday that week, although she had to work days both days. So, after having told me on Wednesday night that we were going to be be busy, on Thursday morning, she didn't mention it at all. 

She got up and took a shower. I got in the shower with her and washed her beautiful, long curly red hair. It was so think and curly that, wet, it felt like it weighed twenty pounds. I didn't care. I loved her hair.

After soaping and rinsing, we kissed and broke into our usual shower sex. If we were near a shower, we fucked in it. She absolutely loved to fuck under hot running water. I didn't mind it a whole lot either.

"Is there anything I need to do for tonight?" I asked her as she was leaving for work. I was puzzled that she had not been more excited that we were going to be playing that night.

"Just get some beer," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "And make sure the camera has good batteries in it."

'So, we were still playing, and I would be acting as photographer again'. That excited me.

I couldn't get anything done all day. I was on the computer using Yahoo Messenger to chat with her all day. She had it set up on her phone so that her Yahoo IM's went there when she wasn't at the computer. I was chatting with guys on swinger's websites, trying to find guys to fuck her. I would tell her about each one; his age, height, weight, race, size of his cock, what he was into. She got more and more lurid in her descriptions of the things she would like to do and who she would like to do them with.

And then, with me having done nothing worthwhile all day, she was home. She got a shower and had me help her pick out clothes. She let me pick out everything. I had her dressed in tall black heels, black thigh highs, her short black skirt, and a top we had affectionately called her "wind" shirt. It wa a halter top, black, that was cut so loose and low in the front, that any amount of wind would blow it open, completely baring her breasts.

I had picked it up for her when my daughter had been competing in National finals in twirling in Daytona Beach. I had gone along with my wife and kids (Heather was not happy about that at all).

At night, after everyone was asleep, I went out by the pool and texted Heather and had some of the filthiest conversations you can imagine. And, I had bought her that top, along with several other pieces that were good for nothing but strippers or sluts. Or whores.

It was the most surreal scene. We were acting like a normal couple, watching television and eating dinner while when she walked across the room her ass hung out below the bottom of her skirt and her tits intermittently popped out of her top. She would just pop it back in and continue with what she was doing.

I was sitting there with my cock straining to get out of my pants, but I didn't do anything about it. I never touched her. I waited for what was coming.

About 7 o'clock, it came. Or rather he did.

John.

John was black. He was black as night. He stood about 5 feet ten and weighed about 250 pounds. He had a small afro and very large lips. My first thought upon seeing him was what his lips would look like pressed against Heathers.

I didn't have to wait long to find out. She opened the door and invited him in, and shutting the door behind him, she kissed him. He kissed back. Her pale sking and pouty lips pressing against his fleshy lips was amazing. When their lips parted and their tongues began to meet, it was orgasmic. When his hands ran down her back to the curve of her ass and cupped it while I watched without a word in my direction, I wondered how long she had known this guy.

She took his hand and led him into the kitchen.

"Do you want a beer?" she asked as she got herself one.

"Sure."

She handed me the beers as she took his hand to lead him downstairs. She sat on the couch with John, sort of leaning against him with her tits halfway out of the top. I sat the beers on the coffee table in front of them, and picked up the camera.

"I been waiting all day to see this" he said as he pulled open her top to let her tits fall out.

I got busy snapping pictures as he started to suck on her nipples. 

"These look bigger in person" he said as he began to maul them. Then cup them. Then squeeze them as he pushed them upwards so she could lick her nipples.

"Let me see you suck it" he told her.

Without a word, she took her own nipple in her mouth, sucking it and playing with her nipple rings in her lips, tugging at them. He joined her, working on the same nipple she was as his hand slid down to her pussy.

He slid his finger in and immediately started to fuck her with his fingers. She immediately started to moan.

"I wanna see you suck my cock," he said.

She dutifully got off the couch and got on her knees in front of him.

"Pull it out" he said.

She undid his belt, and his pants, and his zipper and pulled out his cock. It wasn't an impressive cock. It was no longer than mine, maybe a little above average, although it did have more girth. But, he was not circumcised.

I started to go crazy with the camera because this was another one of her barriers. She had always said she hated foreskin. She had not wanted to fuck black men and I got her past that one. Now, she had invited a black man with foreskin home.

On her knees, she started to suck his cock, slowly at first, teasing the head with her tongue, then her lips, encircling the head. Her eyes were locked on mine as she started to take the length of his cock in her mouth. I snapped the camera over and over again as his black member disappeared.

"Such a good slut" I said to her. "Fuck her mouth like a whore" I said to John.

He took her head in his hands and slowly but forcefully pushed his cock deep into her mouth. Slowly, he pushed it as deep as she could take it. Then, he held it there. Her lips were swapped tightly around his cock and I could see her starting to gag.

He slowly pulled out and let her get a small breath before he started the slow descent onto her throat again. Once more, he pushed to her limit and stopped there. He stayed there again until she was starting to gag.

He continued for several minutes, slowly exploring the back of her throat with his cock and keeping her head buried on it until she began to gag and then pulling out just long enough to let her recover slightly before pushing into her again.

She was not moaning, as she usually did when she was having sex. She liked to fuck, and I knew it. This was 100 percent for me. I knew she wasn't enjoying it at all.

I could have had them stop, but I was enjoying this too much. This was what I wanted. I wanted her to be used like a whore for whatever the guy wanted even if she didn't like it. And she didn't like this. It was easy to see.

Her eyes locked on mine, almost pleading for me to end it, but I didn't.

"Oh baby, you look so good with that cock down your throat. Suck that cock. Take it all." I said, knowing that she could never deep throat that but I wanted to encourage her to keep it going. Maybe if she did it long enough, she would learn to like it, or be resigned to what she was doing.

Either way, I was not going to stop it.

John had taken control. I encouraged him to use her and I encouraged her to let herself be used. By the time he had her down on the carpet she waa nothing more than a semi-willing participant.

When he put his cock to her pussy, she opened her legs wider, but just lay there as he started to pump her. She made no sounds. There was a lok of utter resignation on her face.

"Look at the camera" I told her encouraging her to become involved. I was still snapping furiously. I turned it into an arsy porn shoot. I was looking for angles to take pictures from, how to get the best composition, how to best dramatize the action.

He continued to fuck her hard and she continued to lay there. Suddenly, he was ready to cum.

"Cum on her face" I told him. "I want to get pictures of cum on her face.

She lay there, slightly lifting her head from the ground, silently, making her face an easier target. His modest load was deposited on her nose and cheek, and she immediately began to push it into her mouth to swallow it. That was what I had told her I liked.

She didn't enjoy one minute of that night, but she had done it. She had arranged it. She had not told me about it. And, once involved, she let him do whatever he wanted even though she didn't like it.

I loved it because it was breaking down barriers and making her more compliant. It never dawned on me that what it was really doing was taking a young girl with very low self-esteem and ripping what little she had away from her. I had gotten so lost in my desire for a whore that Heather as my girlfriend had been lost to Heather the whore. And she was losing herself to the whore too.

That night, there was no shower sex. There was no passionate fucking celebrating our conquest. There was her curling up on my shoulder to sleep.

The next morning, she didn't even wake me up before she left for work.

'Maybe I have finally pushed too far' I thought while making my coffee and sitting alone at the table. I wanted her to do everything. I wanted her to be sexually available for anyone, anytime. But, I didn't want to lose her. I guess it was then that I realized I wanted to keep her happy enough to stay with me until all her barriers were broken down.

I went out to pay some bills and wash the car and run a few other errands. While I was out, I stopped at a local coffee shop and got her a large cup of hot chocolate. She loved their hot chocolate and it was widely regarded as the best around.

When I got to her workplace, she was not busy. It was that time between the lunch rush and early dinner patrons, so she could talk. She seemed fine. We didn't speak of the night before, but she was hapy to have the chocolate.

She kissed me and said "I love you."

"I love you" I said as I kissed her lips.

She smiled and we talked about nothing in particular until Vito, her manager, came out front and told her he needed her to make some salads for the dinner rush.

"Oh, I'll be home a little late" she said as I left and that was all. No explanation was offered.

I was on my way, with several hours to wonder what was being planned for that night. Was it another black man? Would she be more into it? Would she cancel at the last minute? Would I even be involved? Did she mean she would be home AFTER she played or that she would be home later than normal and then we would play?

I felt bad that the night before had gone so badly.

I got my answer as soon as she arrived home. She pulled in and got out of her car, still dressed for work, and was immediately joined by guys emerging from a couple of cars that pulled in right behind her.

I recognized Jim, the guy who arranged the gangbangs from the swinger's website, and a couple of other guys from previous gangbangs. There were also several new faces

She greeted each one, right in front of our house for all the neighbors to see, with a hug, kiss, and a certain amount of semi-discreet fondling. There was no doubt that another gangbang was happening, at our own house, that night.

I let them in and she greeted me with a kiss and a smile. "Are you surprised?"

"Uh-huh." I kissed her and whispered "Slut!"

"Uh-huh" she said with a smile sliding her hand over my already hardening cock as she walked by.

We all stayed in the living room for awkward introductions while Heather went upstairs to shower and change. There was Jim and a black guy we had met before named Leo and an Italian guy named Tony, who Heather had really liked and a new guy named Rob.

"Heather has great tits" Jim told the group.

"What is she into?" asked Rob.

"Anything but anal" replied Jim. "And she isn't into rough."

"She liked to be called names" I interjected. "Call her slut, whore, and bitch. Make her do what you want. Don't be rough, but use her."

"Really?" asked Jim, a bit confused.

"Yeah" I said. "We have been getting into a lot of new stuff lately."

Heather came downstairs wearing a black bra, panties and thigh highs. Nothing else, as she worked her way through the crowd of men, about 7 in total, saying hi to each and stroking the front of each pair of pant commenting on the apparent size and state of their arousal. She stopped when she got to Rob.

Rob was in his late twenties, white, with a shaved head. He was trim and athletic and I could tell she thought he was very attractive. He also seemed enamored with her.

We went to the basement, and she asked me to put on some porn as she sat on the couch between Rob and Tony. They immediately started to fondle her. I got a Michael Ninn film called DP 2 and put it on. Heather always loved to perform and the more places she got ideas from, the more adventurous she was. Ninn movies always had freaky scenes in them and they were filmed in such an abstract manner that they drew your attention.

When I turned around, her tits were already out of her bra and she was kissing Jim as Tony played with her pussy. I picked up the camera and started to shoot the action. She kissed Jim as she stroked his cock through his pants and Tony gently rubbed her pussy. The other guys just kind of sat there and watched until I nodded to them to go ahead.

Rob took the lead and moved the coffee table out of front of the sofa, clearing a large area right in front of the TV in the floor. He crawled over to her and started to lick her pussy. She moaned and pushed her pussy into his face a little as Tony stood and pulled out his cock.

She didn't stay on the sofa long, because it restricted who could get to her, so she moved to the floor, and lay on her back with her legs spread, knees raised, allowing access for Jim while most everyone else gathered around her face.

"You are being really slutty tonight, aren't you?" I asked, hoping to jump start similar comments.

She looked directly into my eyes and very deliberately said "I am going to be a whore tonight."

"Well, suck that dick," said Tony as he stuck his long Italian cock in her face. She eagerly took it in her mouth, and reached out for other cocks for her hands. She found Robs. 

"Oh.." she said lecherously as she pulled him close to her mouth. "I don't think I can get this one in."

I was proud of her that night. She let them call her slut and whore. She referred to herself exclusively as a whore, begged for cock, asked to be pounded harder, directed them to get a cock in her when someone came. She didn't care whether they came in her mouth, in her pussy, on her tits or elsewhere, she just went with it.

And then the first round was over. The guys were all taking a break, having a beer, and getting ready for round 2. Except for Rob.

Heather was lying on her back as Rob was over top of her slowly thrusting his enormous cock in and out of her pussy as he leaned close to her face and they stared into each other's eyes. I had never seen her connect with someone like that, and I began to take pictures of it quickly.

She didn't notice I was there. I shot from the side and she kept her focus on him. I shot from behind her and got wonderful pictures of her pussy lips stretching as his cock came out. I shot from the front and she continued to focus on him, never once noticing the camera.

I got behind her, focusing the camera on her pretty tight pussy, which was being stretched by Rob's massive cock. She moaned and even whimpered as he fucked her slowly, letting her get used to his massive member. But, as she acclimated, he started to pound her faster.

Everyone who had been standing or sitting and recuperating as they got ready for round two was watching intently.

As his cock pulled out, her pussy lips stretched, seemingly trying to hold his cock inside her. Then she moaned as he thrust inside her again. 

She began to rub her clitoris as she whimpered "OH MY GOD" as he continued to work her pussy. She grabbed his cock with her hand and let the sick cock slide through her hands as well as her pussy, and suddenly he was pounding her fast and hard as she screamed "OH FUCK...OH FUCK" over and over.

Then he pulled out and immediately started to cum. He directed his cum on her shaved pussy.

Their lips locked as they embraced and fell into each other's arms, short of breath and holding each other while they recovered.

But, that didn't last long. Jim said it was his turn as he climbed between her legs. She didn't even seem to notice he was there as his cock, so much smaller than Rob's, entered her pussy and began its assault.

Rob lay beside her and they continued to kiss and look into each other's eyes.

Jim fucked her for a few minutes adding his cum to the white cream already left on her smooth skin. 

Heather and Rob continued to kiss, never flinching.

Then it was done. Heather didn't ask me if she had been a good whore or even a slut. She didn't mug for the camera. She lay there, locked in position with Rob.

A few minutes later, everyone started to get dressed preparing to leave. Rob finally got up, and put on his clothes. All the other guys and me were talking. Heathers tits, Baltimore Orioles, Philadelphia Phillies, Ravens, Eagles, Patriots, Music. All while Rob and Heather were off in their own little world.

She kissed him as he came over to join the group. They all said their goodbyes and we were alone.

"I gave Rob my phone number," she said with a smile.

TBC



Making a Whore: The Interview



Jason held his head in his hands. It had been a busy day interviewing and none of the girls so far had shown much promise. The biggest problem so far had been language. Most of the girls spoke passable English but passable just didn't cut it. That was the hard part about interviewing for foreign escorts. There was an ample supply of Western girls but the ones that brought in the most money were the Eastern Europeans and Asians. These were also the ones that were high in demand.

Jason smiled to himself as he thought of Tatiana, the girl from Ukraine. She was gorgeous with a drop dead figure. She had started off her interview by doing some gymnastic moves ending in splits. She had started to talk and her English was acceptable, even slightly alluring with her ethnic accent. Then she had laughed aloud and the most awful teeth had appeared. Definitely a no-no.

He looked at his appointment sheet. There was only one to go - Vivienna. Interesting name he thought to himself. Jason checked her biodata. Vivienna Kumar was a 22 year old. Originally from India, she had completed her bachelor of Arts degree and had just started Law school. Her extra curricular achievements were impressive too, being involved in debating, the science society and many other activities – mainly scholastic. 

"Sounds like a geek." Jason laughed to himself. Part of the interview process didn't allow for photos on the biodata sheets to ensure the interviewer didn't make any pre-judgments. Jason looked at his watch and pressed the intercom. "Send her in." 

He was still looking down and writing on the previous interviewees form when he heard her being ushered in. He waved his hand in the air, beckoning her in while he continued his work. Finally he looked up and smiled at the woman standing before him.

She had light brown skin – almost like a latte - and a pretty face. Her cheekbones were high and almost plump – giving her an almost childlike, innocent look. Her eyes were deep and enticing and her lips. Aaah her lips. Coated with just a touch of lipstick, they looked soft and kissable, with just a hint of a pout.

Jason's eyes scanned her body. She was wearing a white cotton blouse with a lacy sweater over it. A mauve skirt that reached just below her knees and a pair of black open toed heels completed her look. Simple and functional. She had nice, full breasts that filled her blouse nicely, showing just enough cleavage. Her hips were not too big and she had a nice tight ass with no sag at all. All in all a very attractive figure.

"So you want to be an escort?" Jason said, getting straight to the point.

"Yes, I do." There was just a slight twang to her accent, that Jason found quite appealing.

"You do know what's involved." Jason led her, being careful not to mention sex as that could be misconstrued as soliciting or sexual harassment. He had to let her say everything. Most girls knew what was involved and knew how to approach it. Once they had said the key words and had shown they were willing, Jason could do whatever else he needed to. 

"Lots of sex?" Vivienna smiled. "That's what you're waiting to hear right?"

"And would you be willing to...you know." Jason proceeded.

"Sleep with the client? Let them fuck me?" Vivienna said very coyly. "Relax, I'm not an undercover cop. I know this is just a front and I need the job."

"Tell me more. Why are you so interested in this?"

Vivienna explained how she was trying to pay off her loans and get enough money to get through Law school. She went further to say that it was in a way ironical that she wanted to do something illegal to become legally qualified.

Jason liked this girl. She needed a little work on makeup and hair styling as well as a new wardrobe. She spoke well and had a certain presence about her. She also obviously had some brains – that always helped.

"Lift your skirt. Lemme see what you have underneath."

Vivienna slowly drew her mauve skirt upward, displaying a pair of thin cotton panties. The panties were light brown in colour, almost the colour of her skin. He could see a thick thatch of hair underneath the panties and her thighs nearing her crotch were hairy as well.

"Your bra the same as your panties?" Jason prodded.

"Yeah. Pretty much. I've never been able to spend much on my undies. Although who wouldn't love to wear Victoria Secrets and stuff like that."

"Well, if you want to work here, you'll have to get a new wardrobe. Especially your undergarments. Men are very visual creatures and plain panties like that can be a turn off." Jason explained. "And makeup too. Your expected to be in full makeup but nothing too tarty. If you need help we have people at the agency that can show you how its done."

"So I got the job?" Vivienna squealed.

"Pretty much. As long as you complete the training, your hired. Go get a trim too okay?"

"A trim? Huh?" Vivienna looked puzzled.

"You're a bit too hairy down in your pussy area honey!" Jason laughed as Vivienna blushed. "Here, take this letter and go get yourself some new clothes. And DON'T forget the undies. Buy what you want but 50% will come out of your paycheck. That's the way it works. Any clothes you buy, we pay for half of it. That's the investment we make on our girls."

"Thanks. Thanks a lot." 

"You start your training on Monday. So this is the last weekend you have for yourself. No boyfriend on the scene to complicate matters I hope?"

"No. None at all." Vivienna replied.

"Good. See you Monday then." Jason said. "Any questions?"

"Uh yeah. What sort of training is it and how long for"

"Sexual. Sexual training. Most of it is practical of course and some is On Job Training. You get paid for the duration of your training and how long it takes all depends how good you are and how fast you learn."

Vivienna's cheeks were still blushing as she slowly left the room.

*** ***** ***

Jason was pleased to see the improvement in Vivienna's appearance as she walked in the door. She was wearing a short black shirt with a thin white cotton blouse. The white and black combination gave her a look that could go many ways – as a high flying corporate person; a slutty secretary or even an innocent private school girl – depending on how she wanted to play it. 

Jason could make out the lacy tones of a half cup beige bra underneath her blouse Dangly earrings dripped from her ear-lobes. Her hair had been teased and hung glamorously about her shoulders. Her makeup had been done nicely – not too much but just enough. She looked absolutely ravishing!

"Spent a bit of money did we?" Jason smiled.

Vivienna nodded and smiled demurely.

"Any questions before we begin?"

"Guess not." She replied.

"Everything will be taped during the length of your training. We'll use the tapes to review your progress together and areas that you need to work on. Some of the stuff will be edited to show clients who want a preview of you."

"Kinda like porn previews." Vivienna remarked slyly.

"Yeah, I suppose you could explain it that way." Jason grinned. "That's what I like about you. You've got wit and attitude. Hopefully that comes out in your work as well."

"Are you the 'trainer' then?" Vivienna asked Jason, placing sarcastic emphasis on the word 'trainer'.

"Actually no." Jason replied. "I'm more the observer – for today anyway. Your breaking in ceremony is going to be done by Terry. But I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunity for me to train you soon enough!" Jason laughed as he said this. He got up and walked toward the door and turning to Vivienna said, "Now if you will follow me, my dear."

Jason eyed Vivienna's ass appreciatively as she walked ahead of him. He noticed that she had a nice swing to her walk and her tight ass jutted out provocatively. He felt his cock stirring slightly and he wished that he had opted to start her training rather than be the evaluator. Still, he was looking forward to seeing her perform.

They reached the end of the corridor and Jason swiped his security card to open a door. Vivienna gasped audibly at the sight in front of her. The walls and ceiling were covered in mirrors and there were a number of video camera's all over the room and even one mounted on the ceiling with a robotic arm. In the middle of the room was a King Sized bed with sparkling white sheets. 

"Pretty impressive huh." Jason remarked. "Go stand in front of the bed while I go into the control room.

Vivienna moved toward the bed as Jason opened a mirrored door and stepped inside. Vivienne caught a glimpse of a console deck inside the room that looked like something out of a recording studio – all filled with knobs, switches and flashing lights.

"Can we do a sound check please?" Jason's voice came booming out into the room.

"Uh ...yeah...what should I say?" Vivienna said.

"That's fine. I can pick you up clearly." Jason said. "Now I'm gonna start recording and ask you some questions. Just speak normally and follow my lead."

"Okay" Vivienna answered. Jason picked up only a slight nervousness in her voice. This girl was much more calm and relaxed that any of the previous ones he had trained.

"Say hello, tell us your name and a little about yourself. Remember, this is what potential clients will see."

"Hi there. My name is Vivienna Kumar and I'm 22 years old. I'm originally from Mangalore in Karnataka, India." She smiled seductively and tossed her hair. "Incidentally, Mangalore is the same place that Aishwarya Rai, the famous Indian actress and former Miss Universe, was born .

Nice touch, thought Jason to himself as he watched Vivienna deliver her introduction.

"I hold a Bachelor of Arts degree and am currently pursuing Law, so conversation will not be a problem with me." She giggled softly, another nice touch that Jason liked. She had proceeded to sit on the bed now and Jason adjusted the camera to follow her. 

"I like meeting people and I enjoy good food, especially desserts. I think I am pretty open minded about most issues and would love the chance to get to meet you."

Jason swallowed hard as he watched Vivienna slowly part her legs to show a glimpse of white lace panties. The panties were sheer around her crotch and he noticed that the jungle he had seen there previously had been cleared.

"Tell us a bit about your sexual preferences." He interjected, pressing the mute button on the recorder so that his voice would not interfere with the recording.

"Sexually, there's not much I wont do. I'm not a virgin anywhere." Soft giggles. "And I've even been with another woman. As I said, I'm open minded and that includes everything I do. Try me, maybe even surprise me. Help me discover my limits."

Her hand had snaked down to the tip of her skirt and she was lightly caressing her inner thigh, just below the edge of her skirt.

Jason felt his cock throb in his pants. This girl was performing like a professional! Her sultriness and seductive tone of voice combined with what she said was having a profound effect on him. If she really as good as she sounded, he had probably stumbled on a gold mine. He pressed the button that would summon Terry as he pressed the mute button again and spoke into the microphone. "Great job! Now can you stand and slowly undress. Imagine your seducing someone."

Vivienna smiled coyly and slowly stood up. She dropped her head as she did so, letting her hair fall over her face and then she whipped her head up. Bits of hair still covered her face but the look was pure sensuality. With her lips lightly parted, she ran her hands over her hips and then up to her breasts. She slowly unbuttoned her white blouse, taking her time to ease the material away from her body to show the beige lacy bra underneath. 

She fully unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, the white of the material contrasting wonderfully with her light brown skin. Her full breasts jutted out of her chest and the half cupped bra only served to accentuate their fullness. Her hips swayed lightly as she seemed to dance to a silent rhythm. Her fingers reached behind her to unzip her skirt and her undulating hips caused the skirt to slither of her firm behind.

Jason gasped as he saw the thin lace bikini panties covering her pussy. Vivienna stepped out of her skirt and then turned around and bent forward, giving the camera a perfect view of her tight ass. She turned around again slowly, and cupped her bra covered breasts, squeezing them together and forcing more of her meaty globes to spill out. She reached behind her and Jason heard the audible clicking sound of her bra being unclasped. Her breasts seemed to shudder for a moment before they sprang up majestically.

Jason turned to see Terry entering the contol room from the back entrance. He nodded quietly to Terry as he pointed and smiled at the sexy girl in the room.

Her breasts were truly a wondrous sight. They were round and full and as she twirled herself around, with her hands entwined above her head, Jason could see the sides of her breasts spilling across her shoulders, like half moons. As she turned back to face him, he notices the dark areoles staring at him like two eyes. Her nipples were long and hard and poked out of her breasts – just begging to be sucked and pinched.

Jason felt a lump in his throat as the lump in his pants got bigger. He could feel bits of his precum leaking out of his cock and he adjusted himself on his seat, relieving a bit of pressure on his cock. He watched spellbound as Vivenna now slowly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly rolled them down.

He liked how she rolled her panties down, rather than just slipping them off her. By the time they had fallen to her ankles, they were nicely rolled up in a thick band. He took in a deep breath as he surveyed her pussy. She had definitely deforested the area and all the was left was a small triangular patch of hair on the mound.

His eyes grew wide as he noticed the thick lips of her vulva protruding out at him. The lips were darker than the rest of her body and the edges were almost black, as if outlining her lips. There were glistens of moisture on her vulva and he swore he could see white cream leaking out of her pussy.

Her hands moved to her pussy and she cupped it softly before slowly parting her lips with both hands and then seductively inserting one finger into her seething hole. She made an audible guttural sound as she backed herself back to the bed and lay herself down on it.

"She's something." Terry said quietly, finally breaking the silence. It was alright to talk in the room as long as the microphone wasn't on.

"Oh Man!" Jason replied. "I haven't been this worked up with one of our girls in a long time. She's good. Real good."

"Maybe she's just a cock tease." Terry said, his own cock already stirring in his pants.

"Well, go and find out." Jason said. "I only wish it were me doing the testing."

Vivienna seemed lost in her own world as she splayed her legs wide and rubbed her pussy with her hands. Her eyes were closed and her hips thrust themselves up to meet her hand as she played with herself. Jason was sure this time that he saw white pussy cream collecting at the entrance to her twat.

"I'm going in." Terry announced as he opened the door leading to the room.

Her eyes opened as she heard the clicking of the door and she smiled warmly at Terry.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked softly.

"Do you want me to?" Terry countered. He wasn't going to let this newbie try and get the better of him.

"I don't know," she hissed. "Let me see what you've got. Then I'll decide."

Jason laughed as he watched from the control room. The little hussy was good. He knew from his own experience that when a man is goaded, the woman gets a better fucking.

Terry growled softly as he made his way to the bed, disrobing as he did so. He was only in his underwear as he stood in front of the bed. He looked down at Vivienna, still with her hand strumming her pussy, and his cock throbbed.

"You're very attractive." Vivienna said as she sat up and gave Terry the once over. He was tall at almost 6 feet and had broad shoulders. His stomach was relatively flat and his arse tight and firm. He had thick black hair and well chiselled features. Vivienna leaned toward him and lightly stroked his hairy chest.

"Mmmm.. I like a man with hairs on his chest." She cooed. Her hands roamed downwards over his stomach and then to the waistband of his underwear. She pulled the elastic band outward and playfully looked inside. 

"Now that's even better." She giggled.

She pulled the underpants down, letting his cock spring free. Her mouth moved forward and she kissed the tip of his cock before slowly opening her lips and letting her tongue coat his cock head, like she was licking an ice cream cone.

Terry groaned as her tongue licked along his shaft and then tickled his balls. She sucked slowly on one ball and then the next before moving back to his cockhead and engulfing his cock in one smooth action. Her fingers played with his balls as she sucked on his cock. Terry moaned louder as his thighs stiffened with the pleasure building in his balls.

Jason controlled the camera's as he recorded Vivienna's cock sucking skills from different angles. His own cock was throbbing in his pants and he could see a small wet stain on the crotch of his pants.

Terry suddenly pushed Vivienna off his cock and back onto the bed. "I wanna taste you now." He grunted as he knelt at the foot of the bed and spread her legs wide. He buried his face into her pussy and he could immediately feel the heat radiating from it. He licked the thick lips of her vulva, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Vivienna.

His tongue dipped deeper into her as he spread her lips open. There was a puddle of pussy cream collecting just at the opening of her vagina and he hungrily dipped his tongue in to scoop it out. She tasted very fruity and almost citrus-like. Her juice was thick and creamy and Terry lapped it up greedily.

He pulled his mouth of her and spoke to the microphone in the room. "Almost like fruit yoghurt" he grinned, before diving back in again. He licked along the lips of her vulva and then started lightly tonguing her clitoris.

"Ohhhhhh." Vivienna moaned loudly as her hands flew to her pussy to open up her own lips. "That's it... Oh yessss."

Terry licked her enthusiastically, relishing how her hips rose to meet his lapping tongue. He brought his index finger to her vagina and prodded softly at her hole. Vivienna gasped as his finger entered her.

With his tongue licking her clitoris, he massaged the upper wall of her pussy, teasing and moving his finger inside her until her found the soft ridges of her g-spot. Terry wormed another finger into her, feeling her tense slightly as she grunted. He began to finger fuck her earnestly as his tongue worked frenziedly on her clitoris and vulva.

Jason watched in fascination as Vivienna mewled and thrust her hips upwards obscenely. He could see her stomach muscles spasming slightly and it was very obvious that she was enjoying the stimulation of Terry's tongue and fingers. He refocused one camera to zoon in on her face. She was biting on her lower lip and guttural sounds of ecstasy emanated from her. Her mouth suddenly flew wide open and her hands grabbed on to Terry's head, pulling his mouth hard on her.

"Oh Godd....aaarrghhh......unnnhhh....!!!"" Her head arched upward as Jason watched her body tremble and spasm before she suddenly collapsed back on the bed, her legs twitching. Jason switched camera's to record Terry, wiping his mouth with a flourish, in an almost conceited manner.

Terry lifted Vivienna's legs and splayed them apart, pulling her toward him as he did so. He positioned his thick rod against her gaping pussy and slowly pushed inside. She was wet and tight and Terry grunted as he felt her pussy engulfing him.




Making a Whore: The Interview



"Unnnhh...you're.... so.... big" Vivienna moaned as she felt his tumescent piece of meat spread her wide. Terry pushed forward until his balls met her vulva and then slowly withdrew.

Jason gulped as he filmed Terry's cock sliding out of Vivienna's hole, covered in a thin coat of white pussy cream. Terry started to speed up his thrusting and the wet sounds of hard sex mixed with grunts and groans filled the room. He squeezed the hard lump in his pants as he adjusted himself in his seat.

Terry watched his cock sliding in and out of the pussy he was fucking. The cream coating his cock spurring him on further. He had never fucked such a creamy pussy before and he was amazed that with all the cream, she was still tight. He liked how she had wrapped her legs around him and was drumming his ass, pulling him deeper into her. He loved how each thrust of his cock into her caused her to grunt and emit a high pitched squeal. He watched how her mouth was agape with lust and how she pinched and pulled her own nipples.

"Oh Fuccckkk....chodi...chodi maro!" Vivienna suddenly cried out. "Fuck...fuck...fuck meee....oh godddddd!"

Her body arched again and Terry felt her pussy clamping on his cock, milking it. He grabbed he shoulders and started to piston hard and fast into her clenching pussy. Vivienna was moaning loudly as her body trembled and shook in orgasm. He could feel his balls starting to swell as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum in my mouth...my mouth!!" Vivienna screamed out. "I want you in my mouth!!"

Terry plunged his cock a few more times into her pussy before withdrawing and rushing over to the side of the bed. Vivienna opened her mouth wantonly and pulled his cock inside. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked rigorously on his shaft. Her fingers massaged his balls as her other hand pumped furiously on his shaft. Terry groaned loudly and his thighs tensed as he forced more of his cock into her mouth.

"Suck it....suck it all...oh yeaahhh" Terry cried out as his sperm rushed up his shaft and into the waiting mouth of Vivienna. She kept sucking as she milked his cock dry, stopping only to swallow the thick cum filling her mouth. She kept his cock in her mouth, nursing it till it finally slipped out of the tight lips.

Jason kept the camera focused as a trail of cum connected her mouth to Terry's shrinking cock. His cock did another lurch as Vivienna stuck her tongue out to mop up the trail of cum. He kept the camera's running as he opened to door to the room.

Terry looked up with a sheepish grin on his face as he watched Jason coming in.

"Don't think she needs much training." He smirked as he rubbed his softening cock on Vivienna's breasts. Vivienna turned to look at Jason.

"So how did I do?" she asked softly, toying with Jason's cock.

"Pretty amazing" Jason replied as he started to step out of his clothes.

"Are YOU gonna fuck me now?" Vivienna giggled softly.

"Is that your standard tease question?" Jason laughed. "Maybe we need to work on that."

"Maybe we do." Vivienna laughed. "But why don't you just come and fuck me first." She pulled her feet toward her and spread her thighs, showing off her freshly fucked pussy.

"That's why I got Terry to cum in my mouth. I didn't think you'd like sloppy seconds."

Jason smiled as he watched Vivienna open her mouth and take Terry's cock back into her mouth. This girl didn't need much training at all. She seemed to know all the tricks and would make a great whore. She was a great find and the best part was that he would be given credit as the hiring agent. Not to mention a cut in her commission as well.

With the business side of things taken care off, Jason happily positioned his cock at Vivienna's hot gaping hole and thrust deep inside her. She was as hot and wet as he had expected and he slowly thrust deeply in and out of her, savouring her tight pussy. He slowly built up his speed, thrusting harder and deeper into her. Her body thrusted back at him as she suckled Terry's cock in her mouth.

Her mewls grew louder and he felt her pussy clench on his cock as her stomach spasmed in orgasm. Jaosn fucked hard into her and his balls slapped against her ass with each deep thrust. Her pussy felt like molten lava to him, she was so juiced up and white cream coated her ass cheeks. He could hear the wet sounds of her sucking as she worked hard on Terry's cock, serving to heighten his own lust further. He counted two more orgasms on her part before he felt his own cock stiffen and he came hard, spurting deep into her pussy. Terry pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his load all over her face a few seconds later.

Jason stared at this beautiful girl lying on the bed, with her face covered in Terry's cum and his own cum leaking out of her battered pussy. Her skin covered in a sheen of sweat and her breath was quick and heavy and she finally smiled up at Jason.

"I pass?" she mumbled.

"You aced it." Jason smiled back. "No need to waste more time on training. You start as soon as we get the paperwork signed. But on one condition."

Vivienna looked a little troubled. "And what might that be?"

"That I get to fuck you whenever I want."

"We'll have to see about that!" Vivienna replied as they all laughed. 



Making a Whore: The Toy Story



 This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. The first part in the series is Making a whore:The Interview http://www.literotica.com/s/making-a-whore-the-interview so that would be the best place to start....All other stories in the series can be read in any order. My goal in this series is to cover every category/genre as possible




Vivienna glanced at her watch. She hated waiting for people but then again she realised she was a little early. Her watch showed 8.20 pm and the appointment was only at 8.30. She checked again to make sure she was at the right place. She had been told to wait outside Buds and Blooms, the florist at the corner of High Street and East Street. This was perhaps the fourth time she had checked to make sure she was at the right address. 

This client had specifically requested a pick up. That sometimes happened although not terribly often. Most of the pickups were for social escort services that included drinks and socialising with friends of the client. Something like a girlfriend for the night. Some ended at the social part but most ended up in bed somewhere with sex as the night drew to a close. She wondered what this would be.

She sighed as she glanced at her watch again. Hardly two minutes had gone by since she last looked at her watch. She was glad that she didn't look anything like the call girl that she was. The request to the agency was for her to dress casually, like any young college girl or fresh graduate would for a casual night out. She had on a loose cotton top and a short skirt with dark tights underneath. She had on a pair of strappy heels with a closed toe. Very casual but still pretty sexy and alluring. The cotton top, although loose, still showed the swell of her more than ample breasts. The skirt rode a little high but the dark tights gave it a look of modesty that naked skin would not. Just a touch of makeup completed her look and her hair was blown and brushed out just reaching her shoulders.

A car slowed in front of her and she almost stepped forward before it sped away again. Vivienna turned to look at the flowers in the window display of the florist. The light sound of a tooting horn made her turn around. A middle aged white woman had pulled up and her window was rolled down. She stuck her head out and quickly glanced around.

"You from the Agency." She asked softly, almost whispering. Vivienna detected a faint British accent.

Vivienna stepped forward and nodded quickly, also taking a glance around. The woman in the car reached over to the other side and opened the door before signalling to her.

"Come in, Come in." She smiled.

Vivienna was stunned. She hadn't expected her pick up to be a woman. Quickly gathering her wits about her, she made her way round to the passenger side and slipped into the car. She proffered her hand and smiled sweetly. "I'm Viv." She said.

"Jenna." Came the reply as the woman took her hand and shook it lightly. Vivienna wondered if Jenna was really the woman's name or if it was a false one like she herself so often used. She usually used her real name for pick-ups as it made it easier in case she met someone outside. It would be hard to explain to her friends or acquaintances why she was using a different name should she meet any of them in a social setting like a pub or restaurant. 

Viv settled into the seat as Jenna started to drive away. Vivienna glanced over at the woman and figured she was in her forties. She was rather pretty, with light auburn hair that was neatly tied up in a bun. She was lightly made up and she wore a little black dress that showed off her cleavage and thighs. Vivienna suddenly felt rather underdressed compared to what Jenna was wearing. 

"You ever been to McNeelys?" Jenna asked cheerily as she eyed Vivienna up. "It's Just around the corner, actually."

"Umm.. no." She replied. "I'm not really from around these parts."

"It's a nice place." Jenna offered. "Rather quiet and more like a neighbourhood pub."

Within minutes the car was parked outside a row of shops and Vivienna could see the sign for McNeelys in bright lights adorning one of the shop lots.

Jenna killed the engine and then reached behind Vivienna's seat and pulled out a rather large sling bag. She rummaged about inside and then pulled out a small paper bag. She zipped up the large sling bag and replaced it behind the seat. Turning back to Vivienna, she held out the small paper bag to her.

"Here, put these on." She said.

Vivienna opened the bag and pulled out a piece of black lace. On closer examination, she realised it was a pair of panties with what looked like a rubber protrusion attached to the gusset of the crotch. She looked quizzically at Jenna and then returned to the strange pair of panties in her hands. As she studied it more closely, she realised that the protrusion was actually a small dildo that was located on the inside of the panty.

Vivienna looked up at Jenna again. "You want me to wear these? Now?" She asked.

"It goes inside you." Jenna said, matter of factly. 

Vivienna knew she wasn't in a position to protest. Her time and her body belonged to her client and this wasn't something that was terrible unreasonable that she could argue about.

"Put in on here? In the car?" She asked again, as if wishing that there was some other place where she could put it on.

"Oh for goodness sakes," Jenna spat out. "Just pull your tights off and put these on!"

Vivienna put the panties back into the bag and placed it just beside the hand brake. She kicked off her heels and then eased her skirt up. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tights and then lifted her ass of the seat, rolling her tights over her hips and down her long shapely legs. Her tights formed a nice roll as she pulled them off her feet. She then lifted her ass again to pull her black lace panties off. 

"Gimme those." Jenna said, her hand outstretched to receive the panties that Vivienna had just removed. Vivienna passed them over and Jenna scrunched them up in her hands and then dropped them into her Coach handbag.

Viv reached into the bag and extracted the dildo panties. She moved the seat backward to give her more space and then raised one leg, bending it deep at the knee to slip her foot into the panty leg. She repeated this action with the other leg and then lifted her ass to pull the panties up to just below her crotch. She then spread her legs wider and using one hand she spread apart her pussy lips. Her other hand moved below the panties to where the dildo was attached and she applied pressure to it. She slowly worked her hips downward, drawing the dildo into her. It wasn't very long, maybe about 2 inches but it was curved and it fit snugly inside her, pressing against her g-spot. With the dildo inside her, she pulled the panties up snugly around her hips. She turned to look at Jenna who smiled wryly at her. 

"What about my tights?" Vivienna asked. "You want them on or off?"

"I think you look rather nice with them off." Jenna remarked and then as if as an afterthought, she added. "But better with them on. Put them on."

Vivienna reached down and retrieved her tights. She had rolled them down nicely so now they were very easy to put on. She pulled them on and smoothed her skirt down over it. She could feel the dildo inside her but it wasn't terribly intrusive nor uncomfortable. Kind of like wearing a tampon she thought to herself.

"Right. Time to go." Jenna announced as she checked herself out in the rear view mirror and then stepped out of the car. Vivienna followed suit and for the first time saw Jenna's full figure. She had lovely long shapely legs with a tight butt. Her breasts were full although not as big as Vivienna's and she had a poise about her that not many women had. The poise and gait of a woman that knew what she wanted and how to get it. Jenna was wearing very low heels, more to accentuate her calves and the way she walked then to add inches to her already tall frame.

She followed Jenna's lead as she walked into McNeelys Pub. The place wasn't very crowded but whoever was inside turned to look at the both of them as they entered. Jenna seemed to know a few people and she waved and smiled at them as she made her way toward the back of the pub. She slid into a booth right at the back and gave the man seated there a quick peck on the lips.

"Brian, this is Viv." She smiled as she introduced Vivienna to the man. "This is my husband."

Brian stood to shake hands with Vivienna and then waved his hands somewhat ceremoniously toward the chairs. "Sit, please do sit."

Vivienna noticed that Brian had that faint British accent that she had detected earlier on Jenna. She took a seat on the hard wooden pub chair and as she did, she felt the dildo press inside her. She adjusted her ass a little to find a comfortable spot.

"Friend of yours?" Brian asked Jenna as he cocked his head toward Vivienna.

Jenna laughed and she leaned her head in toward Brian. She whispered in his year, giggling intermittently and Brian raised his eyes a few time. Vivienna strained to listen but only caught the words "Entertainment for tonight" and "we'll have fun."

"You hired a hooker?" Brian hissed. It was a good thing they were seated at the back end of the pub and not within earshot of anybody.

"More like a social escort darling." Jenna replied, with a broad smile on her face. "You always did want to 'spice' things up!"

"yes, yes but..."

"Oh hush," Jenna replied, cutting him off. "I did this for you. Maybe for me as well. For us then." She went on as if talking to herself. 

"Anyway, Lets get some drinks." Jenna said, still smiling. "What's your poison, Viv?"

"Umm...rum and coke?" Vivienna replied.

"You drink whiskey?" Jenna asked.

"Uhh..yeah, whiskey is fine."

Jenna signalled to the waitress. "Our whiskey bottle please. Can we also get some mixers please. Some coke, soda and lots of ice. Thanks!"

Vivienna raised her eyebrows as Jenna asked for her stored bottle of whiskey. They were obviously regulars at this pub if the waitress didn't even ask for her name of her 'locker' number.

Brian and Jenna continued to whisper and giggle to each other and pretty much left her out of the conversation. At least they were polite when they spoke to her and they treated her with some degree of respect. The drinks soon arrived and Jenna poured them all a drink.

"Well, cheers then!" she said as she raised her glass. "To a good night."

They clinked their glasses and both Brian and Jenna took a large gulp whereas Vivienna just sipped on her whiskey and coke. As Jenna refilled their glasses, there was a little twinkle in her eye.

"Viv has a little gift for you Brian." Jenna announced nonchalantly. "The first of many for tonight I would say."

Vivienna froze and stared at Jenna. She had no idea what she was talking about and she hoped that Jenna didn't want her to get on her knees and suck Brian's cock in this public place or some other kinky act. She had to admit though that the thought of her being made to do that sent a tingle of excitement in her stomach. 

"Oh don't look so fearful Viv!" Jenna laughed. "I'm not going to make you do anything nasty. Well not yet anyway!"

With that she opened her handbag and fished out Vivienna's black lace panties. She placed them on the table and grinned at Brian.

"S-so she's not wearing any panties then?" Brian asked as he picked up the lace garment.

"Well actually she is. But a different kind." Jenna laughed. Her British accent was becoming stronger. She reached into her bag again and withdrew what looked to be a set of car keys but without the keys. She passed it over to Brian.

"Your second gift." She announced dramatically.

"You bought me a car?" He exclaimed excitedly.

"No silly. It's a remote."

"Looks like a car remote to me." Brian said, picking it up and turning it around in his hands. "Except there aren't any keys and there are a lot more buttons."

Brian pressed one of the buttons and Vivienna gasped. The dildo inside her pussy suddenly seemed to hum a little and vibrate inside her. Brian caught the sound of Viv's gasp and looked up, a smile started to play on his face. He pressed another button and that elicited an audible response from Viv.

"Ooohhh!" she moaned, before her hand flew up to her mouth to try and cover her loud response. The dildo was pulsing inside of her now. Two strong pulses and then a slow one followed by a short gap then it started again.

"Is this what I think it is?" Brian asked

As the dildo continued to pulse inside of her, Viv listened in embarrassment as Jenna explained exactly what she was wearing and how at the press of each different button on the remote control, Brian could stimulate Viv's pussy to deliver anything from a slight tingle to intense waves of pleasure. 

Jenna looked straight into Vivienna's eyes as she explained all this and Viv knew that she was under their control and that the timing, duration and intensity of her pleasure was theirs to grant or deny. 

Abruptly the stimulus stopped and Vivienna was both thankful and disappointed at the same time. She was enjoying the feeling of the dildo in her pussy but she was having trouble controlling her reaction to the stimulus – especially in such a public place. Jenna seemed to read her mind as she placed her hand on Vivienna's thigh.

"This may sound strange to you," she said softly, "but watching you get excited is part of our fun too. This place is really quite private. You can let yourself go."

"Uunnnh!" Viv groaned loudly as the dildo suddenly came to life again, this time at a much higher vibration setting. Her entire body quivered in response and her hands gripped the edge of the table. She closed her eyes and pressed her thighs together as she felt her stomach starting to contract. Suddenly the dildo started to move inside her in small circles, pulsing and vibrating madly at the same time. Her mouth flew open and her eyes glassed over. Her stomach contracted and her thighs spasmed as her pussy throbbed hotly.

Vivienna clenched her teeth and hissed as her body shook in orgasm. "Ohhhh... Ohhh Goddd!" she moaned, trying to keep her voice down. As the body came down from the orgasm, she took a few deep breaths, still feeling the incessant buzzing and pulsing inside her. Her breath was coming in gasps as the dildo picked up speed. The vibrations were was almost painful inside her and she felt that she could feel the buzzing right up to her teeth. Her pussy started to churn violently and she moaned and gasped.

"P..Pl.. Please... Please stop!" She managed to get out. "I feel like I'm going to pee! Oh please...please s..st...stop!"

Jenna put her hand between Vivienna's thighs and pressed the dildo deeper into her. Jenna's hand snaked down the front of Viv's blouse and under her bra to tweak her nipples. Vivienna gasped loudly again and her body shook in another hot orgasm. She bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out as she felt her pussy tremble and quiver in pleasure. She felt her juices running down her thighs and she was glad she was wearing tights.

Brian pressed a button and the dildo died down. Her breath came short and quick as her body continued to tremble. Her own hand moved down to hold Jenna's and she could feel her own wetness seeping through the panties and the tights. As she regained some semblance of composure she looked at Jenna and then Brian in quick succession.

"Enough, please!" She begged. 

"Here, have a drink." Jenna offered her a glass.

Vivienna took a large gulp of the whiskey. She had drunk quite a bit and she was feeling a little woozy, although not quite sure if it was the effects of alcohol or the effects of all the blood rushing to her titillated pussy.

Brian held the remote control in the air and asked softly, "Want some more?"

"Can we go somewhere instead? Please? Please!"

"Go somewhere and do what honey?" Lauren teased. "Come on, say it. I want to hear you say it."

"I want to get fucked." Vivienna hissed as Brian pressed some buttons again, causing the dildo to whir and vibrate inside her again. "Please! Fuck me!"

She said the 'Fuck Me' a little too loudly and several customers in the pub turned to look at her.

Brian pressed some more buttons and the whirring in her pussy reduced to a slight hum, not enough to drive her to orgasm, but enough to keep her on edge. Both Jenna and Brian took a last swig from their glasses.

"Let's go then." Brian said.

Vivienna got up with shaky legs. The dildo vibrating in her pussy made it hard for her to walk but she managed to walk slowly to the door.

"We're taking a taxi." Jenna said as she hailed a cab. "We've both had too much to drink to be able to drive safely."

As the taxi approached, Brian opened the front door. He looked inside at the driver, a rather big sized man with a beard.

"Okay if she sits in front?" he asked. "She hates being squeezed at the back."

The taxi driver just grunted before moving some stuff he had on the front seat. Vivienna got into the seat and noticed the taxi driver eyeing her up. Brian and Jenna got into the back and the taxi started on its way.

"Where to?" Asked the taxi driver.

"The Doubletree." Jenna replied.

"Yes Maam." The taxi driver replied as he put the car into gear. They drove on silently for a little while and soon they were behind a number of cars at the traffic lights just near the Doubletree Hotel. "Almost there." The cabbie offered. "Just pass these lights and the hotel is on the right."

It was precisely at that moment that Brian decided to turn up the vibrating dildo in Viv's pussy. Her hands flew to the dashboard and she gripped it tightly.

"Oh Fucckkk." She cried out.

"You alright?" The cabby turned to stare at Viv. Her mouth was open wide and her eyes were glassy. "She alright?" The cab driver turned this time to the back to ask Brian and Jenna. His eyes flitted between the trembling Viv and Brian and Jenna to the traffic lights, that had now turned green.

"Why don't you just drive on past the Doubletree to the little alley round the back." Jenna said softly.

The cab driver did as he was told and drove past the hotel and into a small, dark, alley behind the hotel.

"Stop the cab" Jenna said softly.

"I don't want know trouble Maam." The cabbie said as his hand reached to gasp the baton he had under his seat.

"No. We wont cause trouble." Jenna said, this time with a slight authoritarian tone to her voice. "She just wants to suck your cock."

Vivienna shook her head and turned, almost with a pleading look in her eyes. Brian reduced the vibration a little.

"Go on!" Jenna said, pushing Vivienna sideways. "Suck his cock"

The cab driver was bewildered as Vivienna leaned across and unzipped his pants. She unbuttoned the button at his waist and pulled his pants down slightly. She fished out his cock from his underpants before she leant forward again to take it into her mouth. Brian started the dildo pumping in her pussy again and she moaned loudly against the cock. She could smell his sweat around his cock and there was a smell of urine too. Usually she would have felt a little repulsed but the vibrating and probing dildo in her pussy dispelled any thoughts of righteousness.

"Mmmmppnnnn...Mmmppphhh... uhhhh." She moaned around the cock. She sucked hard, trying hard to concentrate on the cock in her mouth as her body shuddered and spasmed in time to the dildo humming away in her pussy. She used her hands to simultaneously jerk on the rod of meat as the cab driver groaned and grunted in time with her sucking.

"Ooohh... Gonna cum!" The cabbie called out as he grabbed Vivienna's head and started to pump his hips and and down. She stopped the sucking but kept her lips firmly wrapped around the hard cock as the cab driver used her mouth like a cunt. She felt the glans swell in her mouth and then hot spurts of cum shot into her mouth, hitting the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. She mewled softly as she swallowed the hot jism and then slowly let the deflating cock slip from her lips. Her tongue ran across her lower lip, wiping away traces of semen as she swallowed again.




Making a Whore: The Toy Story



The cabbie say stunned in his seat, his cock throbbing around his pants. Jenna leaned over and placed a twenty dollar bill in his pocket. "This is for the cab ride." She said softly and then laughed. Jenna nodded at Brian and he turned the vibrator off. Vivienna slumped back into the seat thankfully, pressing her thighs together and realising how wet she was. Her tights were covered with her juices.

Jenna opened the door and got out with Brian following quickly. It wasn't so easy for Viv to get out with the dildo still inside her cunt but she managed to swing her legs out and slowly stumbled after the couple. They made their way to the back entrance of the Doubletree hotel which led into the poolside area. The area was fenced up with a security door that allowed entry to the premises. Jenna fished around in her handbag and pulled out an access card. She flashed it against the card reader and the door opened with a beeping sound. Jenna held the door open allowing Brian and Viv to enter and then she followed suit. They walked past the buffet area and into the lobby area straight to the elevators. 

Viv realised that Jenna had obviously checked in earlier and she became aware that the whole evening seemed to be very well planned. She wondered what awaited her up in the room as she stepped into the elevator. Viv stood quietly as she watched Jenna punch the button for the twelfth floor. 

They reached the twelfth floor and made their way out and down the corridor. The carpet was thick and lush and they walked right down the end of the corridor to the last room on the right. Jenna inserted her key card into the slot on the door, waited for the beeping sound and then opened it. The room was large and very tasteful. Viv noticed two small overnight bags already in the room and her earlier realisation that this evening had been pre-planned was confirmed.

Walking further in, Viv noticed that the room was angular and had a small alcove in the corner. Next to the alcove was a large double bed in the corner of the room next to the almost full length glass windows. In the middle of the alcove was a rather high oval shaped sofa, almost like a day bed but not quite.

"Like the room?" Jenna asked as she flung her arms around Brian. "Oh I thought I'd splurge a little."

Brian didn't answer but just kissed Jenna deeply. Viv looked away, almost shyly although she realised that with what she had already been subject to, there was no need to be shy.

"You wanna drink?" Brian asked Viv with a little kindness showing in his voice. Viv shook her head no.

"How bout you babe?" He turned to ask his wife. 

"Had quite enough already darl." Jenna smiled. "I think it's time for some more fun. I want to get my money's worth from this slut."

Viv swallowed hard. No matter how many tricks she had performed and even though she knew how true it was, it always stung when someone called her a slut – unless of course it was while she was being fucked. Then they could call her any name they wanted.

"Why don't you get comfortable? Lose your clothes." Jenna said, more as a command rather than anything else.

Viv raised her hands and pulled her cotton blouse over her head exposing her ample tits covered in a black lacy bra. Brian stared at her tits as he started to unbutton his shirt. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her ankles before she stepped out of it, bending down to pick it off the floor. Her black tights strained around her tight ass as she bent over. Viv then sat on the edge of the bed and rolled her tights down her legs, noticing how wet they were around the crotch and thigh area. Stepping out of these too, she placed them together with her folded skirt next to the two bags on the ledge beside the wardrobe.

Both Jenna and Brian turned to look at Viv, now wearing nothing but her black bra and the dildo vibrating panties. Her long legs looked almost flawless except for the streaks of white coating her thighs.

"You're even more beautiful undressed." Jenna said softly and appreciatively. "You can take those special panties off too. I want to see you naked."

Viv nodded and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her breasts heaved with the release and her already hard nipples stook proud and erect. Viv pushed her fingers into the tight elastic waistband of the panties and slowly pulled them down over her thighs. They seemed to turn inside out as she rolled them off her hips. She wriggled her ass and used one hand to remove the attached dildo from inside her. It came out with a slight popping sound and Viv gasped almost in disappointment as it emptied from her cunt. The base and the shaft of the dildo were covered in the white cream of her pussy juices.

Jenna stared again at the now naked Viv. Her pussy was practically hairless save for a triangular tuft of hair on the mons. Her breasts were large and stood out proudly, not yet succumbing to the pull of gravity.

It was Viv's turn to check out Jenna. She had peeled off her little black dress to reveal a tight black corset with red trim. The corset was partially open in the middle and held together by drawstrings making Jenna look extremely sexy in it. The corset pushed her breasts upward and outward and reached up high enough to cover her nipples. A pair of lacy black thongs completed her outfit. Her ass sagged a little and her thighs showed her age with the wrinkles of a little cellulite. Still, she looked pretty amazing considering she was definitely at least 10 to 15 years older than Viv. Jenna had let her hair down and it cascaded thickly around her shoulders and framing her face with curls. She looked even more alluring and sexy with her hair down.

Viv turned to look at Brian who also stood naked. She hadn't quite noticed what he looked like in the pub as it was a little dark. She had also been rather preoccupied since meeting him with the dildo buzzing away all the time inside of her. She was pleased that he was rather pleasant looking, bordering even on the handsome. He had greyish brown hair and twinkling eyes. His chest had enough hair on it to be manly but not too much to be off putting. What caught her eye was his toned body with broad shoulders and taught biceps. His thighs and calves were also well toned. His stomach was no six-pack but it wasn't all flab either with decent muscle definition. Her eyes moved toward his crotch and that didn't disappoint either. His half erect cock was swinging proudly from his crotch. His balls were cleanly shaved as was the whole shaft of his penis. The head was a dark purple and she could see ridges of veins running all along the shaft. Viv almost licked her lips as she looked at his body and cock, thinking that it was almost beautiful to look at.

"Is there anything you don't do?" Asked Jenna. "Or should I say is there anything you won't do?"

"Ummm, I-I'm not sure." Viv stuttered, not quite sure how to answer this question. "I'm quite open... I mean I 'm game to try almost..."

"Let's do a quick check then." Jenna cut her off. "We already know you swallow so we can count that as a yes."

"What about Anal"

"Um yeah." Viv replied, feeling a little uncomfortable. She would have preferred if they just did what they wanted rather than ask her all the details. "That can be done."

Jenna's face seemed to soften as she noticed Viv's discomfort. "I'm asking coz we want you to enjoy this too. It's not an interrogation or a checklist. I'm sorry if I made it seem that way." Jenna softly stroked Viv's face. Viv relaxed a little.

"So tell me," Jenna continued. "Do you enjoy anal? Do you like it up your arse?" Jenna's hand were tracing patterns down Viv's face and to her neck. Small circular patterns.

"S-sometimes, y-yes." Viv replied, arching her face upward. "if done right and I'm in the mood then yes."

"Mmm... such nice breasts and such nice nipples." Jenna said as one had cupped her left breast and squeezed gently. Her mouth enveloped one nipple and started to suck lightly, eliciting a soft moan from Viv. Jenna removed her mouth and licked around the nipple lightly.

"I see you like your breast's sucked." Jenna smiled. "Do you lick pussy?"

"Oh yes."

Jenna's hand had moved down to Viv's thighs and were lightly caressing her thighs. "I love licking pussy too." She said. "Although Brian much prefers calling it a cunt."

Viv felt her hand being taken by Brian and let toward the sofa bed in the alcove. He pushed her down so she was sitting on the edge. Jenna had opened up one of the bags and retrieved another smaller bag that was inside. She brought this to the small table beside the bed and unzipped it all around. The bag opened up fully and lay flat on the table. Viv stared almost in shock at the number of sex toys that were laid out in front of her.

"You can see we love toys." Jenna laughed as she picked up a large flesh coloured dildo.

"And I love using them to make women cum." Brian chimed in.

"WE love using them." Jenna corrected him with a slight tap to his shoulder. "Now come over here Brian baby.

Brian walked over to Jenna who had picked up a brass ring. With deft and expert hands she slipped Brian's testicles one at a time into the ring and then manoeuvred his penis into it as well. She pushed it snug against the base of his crotch. Viv looked on wide-eyed. She had never seen a cock ring before. Brian's semi flaccid cock seemed to grow a bit. Brian proffered his cock to Viv as Jenna commanded her to suck it.

Viv opened her mouth and swallowed the head. She rolled her tongue around the glans and the shaft, feeling the firm piece of meat grow and harden inside her mouth. She started sucking harder before Jenna stopped her.

"That's enough. His cock is hard enough now and it'll stay that way for a long time. That's how the cock ring works." She explained. "Now lie back, it's time to get you prepared."

Viv lay back on the sofa bed. She raised her head slightly so that she could watch what they were doing. She felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement and what was going to be done to her with so many sex toys. 

Brian knelt at the foot of the bed and began to lick along Viv's splayed thighs, eliciting a soft moan from her. His tongue moved to around her pussy and he kissed and licked all around it. Viv gasped and moaned and tried to thrust her cunt to his mouth but he avoided it. Her pussy was begging to be licked but Brian only administered his attentions to the surrounding areas.

"Oh god, please... please lick me!" She begged.

"Lick what?" Jenna laughed. "Brian likes 'Dirty Talk'!"

"Lick me.. lick my pu.., uh I mean my cunt. Please! Lick my cunt!" Viv said, remembering earlier that Jenna had mentioned that Brian liked the work Cunt.

As if in immediate response to the work cunt, Brian dipped his tongue into her gaping slit and licked up across it to her clit. Viv's body jerked in response as if an electrical current had been applied to her. She moaned loudly. She felt a finger snake into her and then another one as Brian continued licking her clit and vulva. The fingers twisted inside her and spread her pussy apart.

"Oh God! Yes, thats so good!" Viv cried. "Lick my cunt Oh yessss!" 

Viv felt the pressure building inside her and she arched her back upwards. She closed her eyes wanting to feel the wave of pleasure wash over her when it suddenly stopped. Her eyes flung back open and she realised that Brian had removed his fingers from inside her as well as stopped licking her. Her body craved for release but without stimulus the peaks of pleasure began to die down.

"She tastes really good." Brian said to Jenna as he wiped his mouth with his arm. "Pity you made me stop."

"I don't want her to come yet. "Jenna laughed. "I want her to lick me first."

Viv's breathing began to slow as her body slowly came down from the high. She felt frustrated but she realised that her sexual pleasure was in the hands of Jenna. She would just have to just relax and wait for her release. Jenna removed her panties and climbed across Viv. She slowly moved her torso upwards so that her cunt was just above Viv's face.

"Lick my pussy." Jenna commanded as she bent lowered her cunt to Viv's mouth. Viv stuck out her tongue and started to lick the moist slit. Jenna pressed her cunt harder on to Viv's mouth who reciprocated by sliding her tongue into Jenn's gash while sucking on the clit.

"Ooohh yeahh... Harder, suck me harder." Jenna moaned

Viv concentrated on sucking Jenna's pussy, her hands reached up to grasp Jenna's thighs so that she could use them as leverage to lift her head up into Jenna's crotch. A mix of her own saliva and Jenna's pussy juice slid down her chin as she sucked and licked on the tasty pussy. 

"Oh yes baby...lick me. That's so good!" Jenna moaned as she thrust her hips up at Viv's sucking mouth. "Give me your cock Brian. Fuck my mouth!"

Brian moved up toward Jenna and offered her his stiff meat. Jenna opened her mouth and swallowed her husband's cock, sucking it hard. She pinched her own nipples as she moved her hips forward and backward against Viv's tongue and mouth. Her breath became raspy and her eyes rolled as the pleasure in her body started to build. 

Jenna pulled her mouth of Brian's cock. "Oh yes, yes, yes! Oh Godd.. Lick Meeee.. Oh Ummppphhh!" Jenna cried out as Viv's voracious licking brought about her much awaited orgasm. Viv felt Jenna's body buck and squirm and she carried on licking and sucking, tasting some of the secretions that juiced out of Jenna's cunt.

Jenna climbed off Viv. She picked up an object from the tray of toys and showed it to Viv. It was made of rubber and looked like a phallus except that there was a ring with a row of beads just below the artificial cock head. Jenna pressed a button and the ring began to rotate. Viv counted that there were around 5 to 6 rows of beads, each row spaced alternately with one another. Jenna pressed another button and the top portion of fake phallus above the ring began to thrust inward and out and at the same time the head would rotate. 

"See how it moves?" Jenna asked. "The ring of beads will stimulate you inside and when I choose to, I can cause it to fuck you as well."

Viv felt a flutter within her at Jenna's explanation. She stared at the toy twisting and pulsing and shuddered again as she imagined how it would feel inside of her. Jenna turned off the toy as Brian once again moved away from Viv's pussy. Jenna moved to Viv's dripping cunt and positioned the toy against the gaping hole and slowly slid it in. Viv felt her pussy opening up and almost sucking in the toy. She sighed softly as it disappeared inside her. She could feel the hard beads pressing against the walls of her cunt.

Jenna switched on one button and the rings began to rotate around the toy and inside of Viv's pussy, teasing her pussy walls. She moaned softly as her g-spot was stimulated. Viv's pussy began to secrete more juices with the stimulus and she tried to thrust her hips upwards but the cuffs restrained her movement. Her breath quickened and became a little raspy. Jenna pressed another button and the head of the fake penis extended and retracted, simulating a fucking action. 

"Ohhh." Viv groaned loudly. "Ohhh yessss."

Jenna manipulated the buttons on the phallic toy, eliciting more moans from Viv.

"Oh my God... Oh God... what are you doing to me!"

Brian moved behind the sofa bed and pulled Viv's head toward him, She slid slightly backward and aloud her head to drop off the edge of the sofa bed, causing hers head to be at an almost 45 degree angle to the rest of her body and slightly lower. She opened her eyes and saw Brian's stiff cock staring her in the face. He tapped at her lips and she opened obligingly. Viv licked at the swollen purple glans and sucked hard as Brian slipped his cock into her mouth. Brian thrust forward slowly with more of his cock disappearing into her mouth. With the angle that her head was at, the channel from her mouth to her throat was practically horizontal and she felt Brian's cock already prodding at her gullet. 

Viv hollowed her mouth and sucked voraciously as Brian slowly fucked in and out of her mouth, using it as a fuck hole and every now and again thrusting down into her throat. The rings of the phallic toy were whirling faster and whipping up her puicy juices into a creamy foam. The same toy fucked in and out of her making squishy sounds. The smell of sex was thick in the air and most of the scent emanated from Viv's cunt.

Jenna started to thrust the toy in and out of Viv's pussy and Viv moaned loudly around Brian's cock. The pleasure inside her was building up fast and it was almost as if she needed to pee. Harder and faster the toy was thrust in and out of her pussy and the rings teased her g-spot. If Brian's cock wasn't in her mouth, she was sure she would be screaming out in pleasure. She felt her thighs tensing and her stomach start to flutter. She felt like she was in an ocean and was being carried up by a large wave. The wave rose higher and higher and suddenly crashed down all around her.

Viv's toes clenched and her pussy started to spasm wildly. She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth almost trying to scream in pleasure. Her entire body bucked and tingled as wave upon wave of sexual pleasure rippled through her. Her thighs shook even as she felt the toy being turned off and slowly pulled out from her. Her mouth slipped off Brian's cock.

"Oh god, Oh... oh god.." She moaned softly over and over. Jenna brought the toy over to her and Viv stared at the white cream covering the toy all over. The cream around the rings were frothy and bubbly. "Clean it. Suck your juices off!" Jenna commanded.

Viv stuck her tongue out and slowly licked her fuck cream off the toy. She had tasted herself before but this time she tasted really pungent and fruity. Tasting herself excited her and she licked the toy clean, wishing there was more of her juices to taste.

"You haven't cum yet Darling," Jenna purred as she reached out to stroke Brian's cock. "I think it's time for the double fucking."

Having said that, Jenna fished around among the toys and picked up a strap on dildo. The dildo was large, long and thick. It was fastened to a large rounded patch that had an adjustable belt strap with another two straps running underneath it. On the inner side of the rounded patch was another shorter dildo. Jenna pulled the strap-on over her legs and the rounded patch sat just above her crotch. She wormed the shorter dildo into her cunt and adjusted it so that it sat comfortably. She then ran the two bottom straps along the outside of her ass cheeks and fastened them to the belt. Tightening the belt, the large dildo stood out proudly from her crotch almost like her own big cock.

"Let me get it into her first," Jenna cooed. "I want to fuck her for a bit. Then you can stick your hard cock in my ass!" 

Viv moaned softly as she realised she was about to get fucked with a large dildo. She started to adjust herself on the sofa bed so that she could rest her head but Jenna pulled her up with her hand. "Let's go to the bed. It's more comfortable there."

She led Viv to the bed and placed her so that her ass was at the edge of the bed. Jenna raised Viv's legs and pushed them back so that her pussy was gaping wantonly. She positioned the large dildo against Viv's pussy lips and slowly pushed forward. The dildo was very big and Viv grunted as the head of the dildo worked into her pussy.

"Oh God. It's so big!" Viv cried out as her pussy was stretched to new limits. Slowly but surely Jenna worked the strap-on dildo into Viv's pussy. Viv bit her lip, almost on the verge of pain. She waited for the dildo to hit her cervix but it kept on moving inside of her until she felt the rubber patch settle against her cunt. She was amazed that she could take suck a long cock inside her but she remembered that a woman's cunt had the ability to elongate internally. Depending on the level of arousal, the cervix would raise itself up and offer a longer fuck channel. Viv had never felt so filled in her entire life and she grunted with the pressure inside of her.




Making a Whore: The Toy Story



"Feel my cock?" Jenna hissed. "You like my cock inside of you?"

Viv just nodded up at Jenna as she felt her starting to move inside her. With long slow strokes, Jenna skilfully used her hips to withdraw the dildo to the edge of Viv's pussy and then slowly insert it in again. The slow movement let her grow accustomed to the size of the rubber dildo and in no time, Viv was thrusting back against Jenna.

"Unhh... oh yess.. unnnh... mmmm." Viv moaned loudly. Jenna moaned softly too as each time she pressed into Viv's cunt, the smaller dildo in her own pussy sent flames of passion licking inside her. Jenna sped up her thrusts, fucking harder into Viv and enjoying the reciprocating action of the smaller dildo banging into her in time with her hard thrusts.

"Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! So good! I love fucking you" Jenna cried out. "Fill my ass baby. Cum and fuck me now!"

Brian didn't need any further goading. He reached out to cup Jenna's ass and spread the cheeks. The two straps around her ass framed the puckered anus and he pressed his hard knob against his wife's rosebud. With a little bit of pressure, his cock head slipped into her tight shit hole causing Jenna to gasp. He continued plowing into her until his balls slapped against her ass.

"Ride me baby." Jenna gasped. "Fuck me as I fuck her!"

Brian grabbed Jenna's hips and started slamming into her. Jenna's breath was knocked out of her with each hard thrust and for a moment she stopped fucking into Viv's pussy. Slowly she started to push back against Brian's cock and found the rhythm to fuck Viv in time with Brian fucking her. Both women started to moan and groan loudly in pleasure.

"Ahh... Ahh.. I"m gonna cum." Viv yelled out.

"Oh God...M..me too.. oh fuck me harder Brian!" Jenna screamed.

Viv's body stared to buck in orgasm just before Jenna did. Both women cried out in orgasmic ecstasy as there bodies shook and trembled in pleasure. Jenna collapsed on Viv with Brian's cock still embedded in her ass. He had stopped thrusting into her, giving her time to catch her breath and come down from the orgasmic high.

She turned round to smile at Brian. "You want to finish off in my ass or in hers? We can double team her if you like."

Viv's heart almost skipped a beat at the thought of being double penetrated.

"Yes, I think so!" Brian replied with a grin. With that he pulled out of Jenna's ass with a loud popping sound. "You get under her, I'll just go wash off my cock."

Viv was thankful that Brian was considerate enough to wash his cock instead of just sticking it into her after being in his wife's ass. She could handle from pussy to pussy but from ass to ass it somehow seemed really dirty.

Jenna pulled out of Viv and lay down on the bed next to her. Viv climbed over Jenna and slowly sat her pussy on top of Jenna's rubber cock. It slid in easy now but it still filled her up. Jenna pulled Viv down toward her and started to suck her nipples as she raised her hips and began thrusting into Viv. She sucked and tongued the nipples roughly as she pounded the rubber dildo deep into Viv's cunt.

Just then she felt Brian prising open her ass cheeks and his hard cock pressing against her sphincter. She took a breath and tried to relax her anal bud as she felt him pressing forward. Her anus gave and she felt his long hard cock burn through her anal passage. She gasped and cried out as her anal chute was violated. With both her holes filled, the sensations were amplified and she felt like she was completely filled by two huge rods. Brian wasn't gentle and started thrusting deeply into her almost immediately. As his cock withdrew from her ass, Jenna's rubber cock fucked deep into her pussy. Viv's whole lower region felt like it was on fire and her body tingled right from her toes to her stomach. She would have cried out in pleasure except for the fact that Jenna had pulled her face to her own and was busy kissing her deeply as she fucked her.

Viv's body shook and trembled in pleasure as hot tongues lapped at her in both holes. She came a few times before she finally felt Brian's cock starting to swell inside her. 

"I.. I think I"m gonna cum!" He cried out. Jenna pushed Viv's head away so she could yell out.

"Cum in her mouth! I wanna see you cum in her mouth!"

Brian pulled his cock out of Viv's ass and he quickly brought himself round to the side of the bed. Viv was in too much of orgasmic pleasure to worry about where Brian's cock had just been and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She swallowed his cock and fucked it with her mouth feeling it grow and throb hotly. Suddenly she felt him tense and grunt loudly. A hot spray of cum shot hard into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. Instinctively she pulled away from him. His hot cum started to shoot out all across her face in long arcs. The cock spurted and spurted huge loads of cum, coating her face and dripping down onto Jenna. Jenna used her fingers to scoop up the cum and suck it into her mouth. Brian proffered his cock to Viv who sucked it gently, almost nursing it. His cock slowly grew smaller, finally slipping out of her mouth. Brian fiddled around with his cock, removing the cock ring.

He smiled at both women. "That was great! Most intense orgasm I've had in a while."

Viv realised that she was still astride Jenna with the rubber dildo still inside of her. Jenna seemed to sense Viv's question and laughed out.

"You can get off now honey." She said, lightly tapping Viv's butt. "Once Brian cums my job is done."

Viv climbed off Jenna, almost instantly feeling an emptiness in her pussy. Jenna jumped up and hugged Brian, the rubber cock almost rubbing his own cock. 

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart "Jenna smiled at Brian and kissed him full on the lips. "I hope you enjoyed my gift!"

Brian didn't say anything but kissed Jenna deeply. He fondled her ass and his cock began to grow again.

Jenna broke her kiss to look at Viv. "You were great honey. We've already paid the agency but there's a tip for you in the envelope on the coffee table. Thanks again."

Viv dressed quickly, only putting on her blouse and skirt while stuffing her tights and bra into her hand bag. She made her way to the coffee table, picking up the envelope. As she made her way out the door, she turned back to look at the couple. Jenna was on her knees, giving Brian a blowjob. He caught her eye and gave her a flying kiss and then mouthed the words "Thank you."

Viv closed the door and made her way down to the lobby and out of the hotel. She hailed a cab and got inside. Her ass hurt a little as she sat down and as she smoothed her skirt down to cover her pantiless crotch, she realised that she had never gotten her panties back...