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Cassie Needs the Money

By: interqueen



"Jesus... er, Cassie, do you have any cash? My card is being declined," Tom said, despairingly. Sighing, his wife Cassie handed him the last note in her purse. It was all she could do not to cry. They were in a desperate situation. No money to spare, only earning enough from Tom's crappy new job to pay the bills and the rent. It wasn't living, it was existing. They needed to do something and fast.

Getting home after the twenty minute walk, it barely seemed worth it. A few cans, some bread and milk, a bit of cereal. Nothing good to eat, just the completely bare essentials. It had to change.

"Look," she said, sitting at the kitchen table, "We need to do something else. I know you don't want me to, but ... I've got to get us some money. I haven't got time with the course to do anything, but perhaps I could do something small, just to give us some spending money, a bit of leeway."

"I know," Tom said. "But what is there? There just aren't any jobs at the moment. Not even in places like that supermarket. What would you do?"

"I've been thinking... what about modeling? Or, er, porn?"

Tom's eyes widened. "What? Seriously? No, I mean... you mean, like, having sex with other men?"

"Well, I wasn't going to go that far, just like softcore maybe? Taking my top off a bit. It's not something I want to do, but while I'm young and stuff, it might be ok money. And I'm fed up of eating fucking soup and bread."

"I understand. Well, I'm not happy, I don't want anyone else but me seeing you without a top," Tom smiled, "...but, I guess we need the cash."

For the next week, Cassie scoured the internet for anyone local who was doing that sort of business. Finally, she came across a site that seemed perfect. A few e-mails later and she'd agreed to meet the main photographer, 

Michael, at a café in town. Cassie got there early, very nervous about what she was doing.

"Hi, Cassie?" a man said. She looked up and smiled at a handsome black man. He didn't seem like the sort of type who'd make pornography. He was well-groomed, neat and tidy and clearly very physically fit. He was attractive too. 

She felt calmer now, as she'd assumed he'd be a 'dirty mac' kind of lowlife.

"I'm Michael and, can I say, you look radiant," he said, beaming a white teeth-filled smile at her. She smiled back and they talked for a while.

"I know you said you'd never done this kind of thing before and it's ok, we get a lot of first timers. Some stick with it, some don't, though I'd be confident in saying that far more fall in love with what we do than don't. I'm thinking... yes, I think you could really get a buzz off our work. I can see a lot of potential in you, if you don't mind me saying."

"No, it's fine," she said, blushing a little. "Sorry, I'm just not used to people talking about me like that."

"I find that difficult to believe, a beautiful girl like you," he said. "Let's talk business. Come to my studio tomorrow and we'll do a few clothing shots, a bit of lingerie and then, if you want, some topless shots. Does that sound ok? Or would you want to do more?"

"More?" Cassie blurted out.

"Yeah, you know, naked shots, some pussy shots, that sort of thing."

Cassie didn't know what to say, other than to look surprised and blush strongly.

"Sorry, perhaps I went too fast for you," he said, giving her that same disarming smile again. "It's double the money if you do decide to go for those extra shots, so perhaps discuss it with your partner and we'll talk about it tomorrow, ok?"

She agreed, but she knew what Tom would say. To her surprise, though, he was more receptive than she'd imagined.

"Well, I'm still not happy, but if you're showing your boobs, does it really matter that much more if you show your ... well, you know?"

To her, it did matter, but if he was happy with it, the extra money would sure come in handy. So there she was, in Michael's studio, preparing to take all her clothes off. She was very nervous, but Michael was kind and considerate. 

The lighting was all done and she stood in the middle of the set, which was your average bedroom environment. 

Slowly she stripped, lots of photos being taken. As they went on, she got more into it, trying to show to the people viewing the pictures that she was enjoying it. Michael continuously praised her and urged her on. Soon she was topless, kneeling on the bed. Touching her breasts, she was urged to play with her nipples. As she did so, she felt herself getting more turned on than she'd expected. Wow, she was actually enjoying this, she thought. Michael kept on urging her and she, reflexively, reached a hand into her underwear to touch her clit. Realising what she was doing, she stopped, shocked at her behaviour, but Michael kept on saying it was fine, just to go with the flow. Off went her skirt and her stockings until it was just her lace knickers keeping her from total nudity.

She'd gone this far, she thought, and she was definitely very horny right now, so why not? Standing on the bed, he hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her knickers and slid them down, exposing herself to Michael's camera.

"Let's see that pretty pink pussy," he said, moving in closer. Cassie obeyed, lying back and spreading herself. Michael shot her in a variety of different positions and poses until, eventually, he handed her a gown and said they were done. She put it on and joined him next to the kitchenette unit for a coffee.

"You were great," he said, pouring her a cup. "You've never done this before? Sure, you were nervous at first, but we got some great shots of your pussy. Tip though - lose the bush. People like that whole virginal thing. Bit sick perhaps, but you give the people what they want. How about... you shave your pussy and we do another session tomorrow? We can try a different outfit at first, change the setting, that sort of thing. Same rate."

Cassie was eager to do so. She'd never shaved herself, but if it got her more work, what the hell? This had been easier and more enjoyable than she'd expected. Tom was delighted with the money and for the first time in ages, they treated themselves to a night out. 

Weeks went past and Cassie was earning decent money. Things were ticking over, they were able to afford a few treats every so often and stress levels were lowering. Plus, she was enjoying it. Michael gave her digital copies of all the photos he took and Tom couldn't stop raving about how gorgeous she looked.

Then disaster struck. Tom went into work one day and found out that he'd been laid off. It was through no fault of his own, but as he was the newest staff member, he was the easiest to let go to save a bit of money. In a black mood, he wouldn't speak to Cassie that night. She was distraught. Where would they get their cash from now? There seemed to be only one thing for it - she would have to bite the bullet and ask Michael if she could do... more to make up the difference, but the way Tom was feeling, she thought it best to keep this a secret.

So, the next time she was due to go to Michael's studio, she rang and asked him. For a moment, he was silent.

"I think we can work something out, sure," he finally said, "but I guess I need to know what you're prepared to do. 

We can start small, see how you feel?"

She agreed, reiterating the fact that they were desperate for the money. Was that a mistake, revealing her desperation? Too late now, she thought. She just had to hope things didn't go too far or she'd have to find some other way to get the money.

"Ok, so... would you be happy with introducing some sex toys to your shoots? Dildos, vibes, that sort of thing. It's not really that much more than you're doing now, except you'd be videoed masturbating too."

"Um, I think so, I guess," Cassie said. It wouldn't be out of the question to do that, it was just what she was doing with the nude shoots, just with her touching herself. She could live with that.

"Brilliant. That's good, I can tack on a bit to each shoot for that, but it won't be that much more really. I guess if you really want to make up the shortfall we're going to have to introduce another person..."

"What? No, I don't think I can do that. I can't, it would be cheating on Tom..." she said, aghast.

"Look, I can understand your misgivings, but here's two things: one, you've got no money apart from what I give you. Doing a sex scene, it doubles the payment at the most basic level. Two, it's just work, it's not love or an affair. 

You just get together with another person and do a scene, leave and take your money. It's a job, like how actors have to do these things in Hollywood movies, you know? Except you actually get to have fun doing it, which is a plus!"

"Urgh, I guess, if you put it like that," Cassie sighed, knowing he was right. How could she say no? Say no and get evicted? Or say yes and have sex with a stranger? "Ok, I guess I'll do it."

"Wonderful, I don't think you'll regret it. I'll do my best to make sure we get a nice atmosphere, friendly and so on. 

It'll be fine. Ok, so... boy or girl?"

"Er... what?" Cassie said. "I'm not a lesbian."

"Well, virtually none of the girls in the industry are. Most people are bisexual, that's why the guys don't get bothered with all the dicks flying about in group scenes. Just sometimes first timers like to start with another girl. Perhaps it is more comforting being with someone of your own sex, I don't know. But it's up to you. If you want a boy, that's obviously cool."

Cassie didn't know what to say.

"Look, I'll call back in 10 minutes, give you time to decide," Michael said. Cassie agreed, hanging up. She sat down and played the potential scenarios over in her head. She'd never thought about women sexually before, so obviously a male partner would be better... but wouldn't that be more like cheating? Taking another man's penis into her would be much more like she was cheating on Tom, right? She genuinely couldn't decide and was still agonising about it when Michael called.

"Michael, I... I don't know, I can't decide," she said, struggling to control herself. "I... I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, dear, don't worry, it's ok," he said, soothingly. "Tell you what... I'll book a boy AND a girl, you can choose when you meet them, ok?"

"Um, I guess," she said, wiping away a tear as she pulled herself together. "Ok, I'll be over soon."

As Michael hung up again, Cassie wondered if having both a girl and a boy there would be the best solution after all, but, well, it was done now. She'd at least be able to size them both up, see which one she liked better.

A while later she was ready and on her way to Michael's studio. Nervous as hell, but more determined than she'd been on the phone. They needed the money and she'd do whatever it took to get it. Tom would see it was the right thing to do once he had a good meal in him, paid for with her hard-earned cash.

"Ah, there you are, I was beginning to get worried you might have had second thoughts," Michael said, opening the door to his studio. The building was fairly non-descript, the front being occupied by another of Michael's businesses, a taxi service. Occasionally Cassie had taken a taxi back home when the shoots had gone on longer than expected and she was tired. Something told her she'd be taking one back tonight too.

'Actors' went around the side to a blank door with a small sign reading, simply, 'Studio Entrance'. Entering, she took off her coat and hung it on a peg next to the door.

"Come on in, dear, let's get you comfortable," Michael said, handing her a glass of wine and ushering her to the bed on which she'd performed her first nude shoot. She sat and sipped her drink.

"Guys, come in, she's here," Michael shouted. From the back of the studio came two people, a woman and a man. 

Both were stark naked.

"This is Olivia," Michael said, indicating the girl. She was stunning, long black hair cascading down her back, perfect breasts and an impeccably shaved pussy. Standing at nearly 6 foot tall, she was a tall, leggy woman. Cassie felt stirrings in her that she'd never felt before. Could she be attracted to this girl? The way she was feeling suggested she might indeed be. She realised her nipples were hardening and her pussy was beginning to get wet. God, what was wrong with her?

"...and this fine young fellow is Matthew," Michael continued. Cassie looked at the man and, at least this time, her heightened arousal didn't surprise her. He was an Adonis, like a sculpted statue of prime male flesh. Every inch of him was toned and muscled and, to her delight, his penis was long and thick, much bigger than Tom's.

"Hi," both of them said to her, big smiles as they moved to greet her. She nodded bashfully, trying to keep her eyes above the Equator. To her surprise, they sat next to her, close enough to be inside her personal space. She felt uncomfortable with them so close, but tried not to let it show.

So... which one do you prefer?" Michael said. Cassie felt like all eyes were on her, but she still couldn't make a decision. Both of them were so attractive, she couldn't say no to either. The man's penis was stunning and she had to admit she really wanted it, but the girl, she was so, so beautiful and Cassie couldn't deny how turned on she had got at the sight of her.

"Er... I think... um... oh, what the Hell... I want both of them," she said, surprising herself. Michael was clearly surprised himself, but he played it cool.

"Is that, er, ok with you guys?" he said.

"Oh, I think it's more than ok," Olivia said, reaching up to Cassie's chin and tilting her head towards her. Their lips met and tongues entwined, Cassie just letting herself flowing into the moment. She closed her eyes as Matthew began to caress her breasts, murmuring as feelings of pleasure grew inside her.

Without thinking, she opened her legs and two hands quickly slipped under her skirt and knickers. She moaned into 

Olivia's mouth as soft fingers probed her pussy and stroked her clitoris. Matthew slipped one then two fingers into her now soaking wet vagina, slowly stroking in and out. Olivia broke the kiss and began to smooch on Cassie's neck, always a good spot for her. She bit her lip as the stimulation from all over her body began to overwhelm her.

Suddenly, she was being gently eased onto the bed, her skirt and knickers slipped off by Olivia. Her top was tossed aside and she too was naked. Olivia spread Cassie's legs and dove between them, her mouth covering Cassie's pussy and tongue lavishing it. Cassie cried out as the tip flicked her clit, one hand reaching to hold Olivia in that position.

To her right side Matthew now knelt, his prodigious cock demanding to be sucked and Cassie couldn't resist it. Her mouth enveloped the bulbous head, all reluctance gone now her body was broiling with these new feelings. She moaned as her pleasure rose, Olivia ministering to her like, well, a pro. Her own rising pleasure was mirrored by her increasingly feverish sucking and licking of Matthew's member. Out of control, she moved to his balls, smothering them with kisses and lavishing them with her tongue, hands gently stroking his length as she did so.

As her pleasure rose, she became less able to concentrate on Matthew, moving away from him and letting herself be enveloped in the wonderful sensations Olivia was forcing from her.

"Oh Christ," he gasped as as she felt her orgasm approaching. "It's amazing, fucking amazing..."

Her body bucked and thrashed as her first female-instigated climax exploded inside her. When it began to subside, 

Olivia crawled up next to her and they shared a sloppy kiss, the other girl's lower face still soaked with Cassie's fluid.

"Ahem," a voice broke their passion up. Matthew was kneeling below Cassie now, cock standing proud. "May I join in?"

Cassie and Olivia giggled and the former, all restraint gone now, spread herself. Knowing she was on camera, she urged him to fuck her.

"Come on, stud, stick your big cock inside my juicy fuckhole," she growled. Her wish was granted as he pushed his thick penis into her. For the first time, she was having sex with a man outside of a relationship and it felt... well, exhilarating, to be perfectly honest. He was reaching places Tom never could, his length and thickness feeling so good as it entered her over and over. He pressed his body down onto hers, her legs instinctively wrapping around his back.

He kissed her and she lost herself in the moment. All thoughts of Tom or her normal life were discarded as he pounded her pussy. The kiss was broken and Cassie opened her eyes just in time to see Olivia's smooth cunt descend onto her face. Greedily, she began to lap at the succulent opening, loving how sweet it tasted. It was so dirty to her, to be getting screwed by a strange man and to be eating out another women. So dirty it drove her over the edge, her second orgasm of the session more powerful than the first, tearing through her body and leaving her crying in pleasure.

Her pussy clamped down on Matthew's cock, trying to milk it off its precious fluids and he cried out, unable to hold on. Before she knew what was happening, he was cumming inside her. Alarm bells rang in her head, but the pleasure she was feeling drowned them out.

Matthew collapsed off her, lying on his back as Olivia moved off Cassie and gorged herself on his shrinking meat, eagerly feasting on the mixed fluids of the two other lovers.

"So, Cassie," Michael said, "I guess you liked that, huh?"

Cassie didn't reply, she just lay there, chest heaving, smiling like she'd won the lottery.

"I'll take that as a yes," Michael chuckled. "Oh, looks like we're not quite finished yet..."

Olivia had finished with Matthew and was now between Cassie's legs, who gasped as the girl thrust her tongue into her fucked hole, trying to taste the sperm that was oozing out of her.

"I fucking love it," Cassie mumbled.

Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 02



Cassie sat in her kitchen, quietly sipping her wine. Tom was in the lounge watching some TV. He was still depressed about losing his job, but she hadn't told him about what she was doing now at Michael's agency. In his mind she was doing nude modelling to help make up the rent shortfall. In reality she'd moved past that and was now having sex on camera for money. It had been going for a few weeks now. She was doing the nude modelling still, but at least once a week she would be in a scene with either Matthew and/or Olivia, the two people she'd had a threesome with in her very first scene.

Tomorrow, she was going to meet some new talent, Michael, her 'boss', had said. Both of them were to be male. She was nervous, of course. Two strange men at the same time. She'd never thought she'd be in this situation but, as well as nerves, came great excitement at this new experience she was going to have. She'd wondered when Michael would suggest stepping things up a notch, almost wanting him to, strangely. It was more money too. Wouldn't Tom wonder why she was getting more all the time?

Perhaps she should start hiding some of it, keeping it to herself in case of emergency? That way she could keep her new sex life a secret and... wait a minute? Was she really thinking of this as a sex life now, not just a job? Mulling it over, she did enjoy it more than any job she'd had, so... yeah, it was more pleasure than business. She smiled at this, content at where her life was heading. If or when Tom found out, though, would he be happy with it? Would she stop if he said he wanted her to? Originally, she'd have done so, but now? She really didn't know.

She slept well and woke refreshed for her day ahead. Cheerfully, she made herself some breakfast and saw that Tom had something to eat for when he woke up. She spent a long time doing her make-up, wanting to look extra special for the scene. She had two guys to impress after all. Finally, she was ready. Tom was still in bed so she left him a note on the kitchen table. She had been tempted in one wild moment to write "Back latter, being fucked by two studs" on the note, but she wisely went with a safer option.

An hour later, she was naked. This time it was on a couch, posing for Michael as she waited for her lovers to arrive.

"That's it, hold that pose," he was saying as Cassie leaned back, her legs wide, a finger dipped into her wet cunt. "Play with yourself, let's see how wet you are."

She did so, cooing as she stroked her clit, the camera clicking constantly as photo after photo of her dripping, naked slit was taken.

"Wow, what a hot slut," an unfamiliar voice said. Cassie turned her head to see the newcomer and was surprised to see two tall black men beginning to undress.

"Cassie, meet Shawn and Claude," Michael said, "your two playmates for today."

Cassie grinned nervously. Black men? She'd not been with one before. Mind you, her sex life had been unadventurous before she'd met Michael so she'd not been with many people at all.

"Um... nice to meet y.... woah, what the fuck?"

Her greeting was cut off as she saw the size of the cocks the two men were pulling out of their pants. They made Matthew's look small. Each must have been 10 inches at least, as thick as iron bars. As they moved to her, she couldn't resist reaching out to touch them both.

"They're so... big, so hard..." she said in awe. "I've never seen anything like these before in my life!"

"All for you, baby," Shawn said as Cassie began to tentatively stroke both shafts. She was still stunned, just stroking the shafts, eyes flitting between each one.

"Let's get this show on the road," one of them said, easing her hand off him. Pushing her back, she found him grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs apart as she lay on the couch. He lubed up his enormous cock and slotted it into her dripping cunt. She gasped as the thick rod opened her up more than anything ever had.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed as the man pushed deep into her. She'd thought Matthew's dick was wonderful but this was something else. Her vagina was stretching to accommodate the invader and, to her gleeful surprise, it was doing so without much trouble.

"Matthew was the appetiser," Michael said from behind the camera. "These gentlemen are the main course."

She gasped again as the man bottomed out inside her, every centimetre of black cock buried in her snatch. It felt incredible, better than anything she'd ever experienced. When he started to slide in and out of her, she had to grip the cover of the couch tight, so intense were the feelings he was forcing out of her.

"I think she likes it," Michael said, earning grunts of approval from the two studs.

"Fucking .... oooh, fuck... yes, I .... shit... love it!" Cassie managed to splutter out. She could already feel a mind-blowing climax coming on, her muscles tightening. It was so powerful she began to whimper, the man quickening his pace as he sensed her pleasure increasing.

She screamed as it finally hit, surge after surge of ecstasy flowing through her entire body. The man pulled out suddenly and Cassie flipped over onto her front, knees on the floor. The second man thrust himself into her gushing slit in one movement. She gasped as he fucked her hard, balls slapping loudly against her naked flesh.

"Oh Christ," she shrieked, "I'm going to fucking cum again!"

Her body bucked and thrashed as the second man continued to pound her from behind. The first grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto his dick, Cassie now taking cock from both ends. It was so dirty, so slutty - she loved it.

The man in her mouth growled and pulled her off, holding her head as still as he could before using his other hand to jack himself off. Bursts of hot sperm splattered her face, so much she couldn't quite believe it. More and more seemed to spurt of him, running in rivers down her cheeks and forehead, dribbling into her mouth. She was amazed by how good it tasted. She'd always refused to let Tom do this to her, as the only time it had happened had made her want to throw up... but this? This was like manna from Heaven, utterly delicious.

"More!" she gasped. "More cum!"

The man inside her responded, whipping his cock out of her pussy and standing in front of her. Within seconds, he was splattering her face with his seed. Cassie couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment as she felt the fluid rain down onto her, licking it gleefully from her lips as it dribbled down her face.

"Room for one more?" she heard Michael say and she opened her eyes to see him standing, penis proudly erect, in front of her. She smiled as she saw that he too had a cock that a stallion would have been proud. "Sorry, I just can't resist you any longer."

"Fuck me first," she said, smiling. As cum pooled on her face, Michael entered her and fucked her to two more orgasms before finally unloading directly into her open mouth.

After cleaning up, Cassie sat with him, the other two men having disappeared, drinking a coffee.

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I try to make it a rule not to... you know, with my employees, but... fuck woman, you're the sexiest girl I've ever seen."

After all that happened to her over the past few weeks, Cassie was surprised that she began to blush when he said this.

"Still that sweet innocent I first met," he laughed. "Can I.... I know you're with someone... Tom, right? Can I ask... erm... wow, I'm not usually at a loss for words like this, but... ok, right, I want to go out with you. On a date. Dinner, perhaps, whatever you like."

Cassie just looked at him. All sorts of reasons why she shouldn't do this came instantly to mind, but there was one thing overriding all of those objections - the fact that she really, really wanted to be with Michael. They'd connected - and not just literally - during the sex before, more than she had with any of the other male (or female) partners.

"Sure, I'd love to," she said, beaming.

"What about Tom?"

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she remained determined. "It's fine, I'll tell him I'm going to see a girlfriend... and maybe I'll... stay the night..."

Before he could say anything, she leaned forward and kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth. Minutes later they were on the studio floor, naked once more, making love for the second time that day.

"No, that's right, I'm going to stay with Gloria," Cassie said to Tom over the phone. In her left hand was the phone's handset, pressed against her ear. In her right hand was Michael's 11 inch penis, which she was stroking gently, bringing him back to full stiffness. They'd made love on the floor of the studio until he'd cum inside her, retiring after that to the bed she'd used in numerous shoots before. After resting together for a while, Cassie had made the call to Tom, but her mind was focused on getting Michael ready for another round of sex.

"What do... you don't trust me?" Cassie said angrily. "You think I'm ... cheating on you? Like I'm in bed with another man while I'm talking to you, stroking his fucking cock so I can fuck him again? Is that what you think?"

A pause.

"Good, I'm not going to stand for that, Tom," Cassie continued, winking at Michael. "I told you, I'll be with Gloria... no, you don't know her... for a while. I just need a break from things for a while. I'll call you later or tomorrow morning, don't worry. Bye!"

She tossed the phone aside and sunk her mouth down over the bulbous head of Michael's member.

"Fuck, I need this cock in me again," Cassie growled in between long, slow licks of the shaft. "I'm such a fucking slut."

"I think we can turn you into a big star, my dear," he said as she moved down to lap at his balls. "I have a friend in the business who works for a bigger studio than mine... if you wanted, I could pass you to him, start making some real money... and fucking more big-dicked studs."

"Really?" she said, looking up from her 'work'. Her eyes were wide with excitement, all the inhibitions of her first photoshoot gone.

"Oh yes," he said. "I think you can go far, become a big porn star. You're gorgeous, have a sexy body and you're getting sluttier every day. All the makings of a porn star."

Her mind was racing with ideas, possibilities. But, first, she had a job to do.

"I love it... but I love this more right now," she said, straddling him and sinking her cunt down onto his hard cock. She rode him until he blasted her insides with his third load of the day, collapsing next to him and falling into a deep, contented sleep.

The next week for Cassie went by in a blur of sex, cum and lies. More and more she was telling Tom she needed to be elsewhere for various reasons, when in fact she was fucking Michael or doing more scenes for him. Her mind was focused on the Saturday when Michael said she'd meet Tristan, the main guy from this new porn studio she'd be working for, potentially. She couldn't wait.

She'd already looked them up online and her mouth had begun to water at the prospect of working with them. It was all classy stuff, some gonzo and some plot-based, and all the actors were dreamy. The males were hung like horses and the women were sublime. The studio seemed to pride itself on being 'real' in that the models weren't silicon-based. The scenes, from the previews she saw, looked genuine, no fake squealing or anything. They all looked like they wanted to be there, which was a big thing for Cassie.

Time and again, though, her eyes were drawn to the black men in the scenes. After her experience, and subsequent affair with Michael, she found she was harbouring burning desires when it came to dark-skinned males. To her, they seemed more masculine, more dominant and, most importantly, better endowed. Looking at Tom now, his flaccid organ repulsed her. How had she ever been satisfied with that?

"I can't just leave him," she whispered to herself. "We've been together so long, he's not in a good place... but I can't give up my new life... I need to talk to someone about this."

So she found herself in that very same café that she'd first met Michael with her oldest, dearest friend, Jane.

"I've got a few confessions to make, Jane," she said. The other girl, two years Cassie's junior but married with a young daughter, nodded as she sipped her latté. "I've... been doing some modelling recently. Adult modelling."

"Mmm-hmm, and Tom doesn't like this?" Jane asked.

"No, no, he's fine with it," Cassie said, quickly. "It was just supposed to be some softcore stuff, topless and maybe some ... er, lower parts, that sort of thing."

"I see... well, there's nothing wrong with that if you're comf.... wait, supposed to be? What happened?"

Cassie sighed, but continued. "I kind of, er, had sex with someone. On camera. Well, two people actually. A boy and a girl. At the same time."

Jane almost spat her coffee out all over the table. "What? Seriously? You ... fucked a girl?"

She whispered this, glancing around to see if anyone had heard them. 

"Yes, and... it was wonderful. I loved it. She made me feel ... mmm, so good. And the boy... his... cock was so big and thick, I ... yeah, I came more than once. Hard."

"Jesus, Cass," Jane said, leaning closer in. "Does Tom know?"

"No, he doesn't... but, you see, just a few days ago ... I ... fucked two black guys at the same time. And then I fucked the owner of the studio. I spent the night with him and fucked him twice more. I ... might be falling in love with him."

"Wow," Jane said, sitting back, eyes distant. "Go on, tell me more."

For an hour, Cassie explained everything that had happened to her since meeting Michael, their drinks cooling, forgotten.

"So," Cassie finished, "I need to know what to do about Tom."

Jane tapped her lips with her forefinger, deep in thought. "It's tricky... for now, I'd do nothing. Do what makes you feel good. Life is good, so keep it that way. If Tom finds out, we can deal with that then. By then you'll probably know if you want to be with Michael permanently or if it was just a crush."

"Thanks," Cassie said, sighing. "You don't know how much this talk has meant to me."

"That's what friends are for," the other girl said. "Come on, let me give you a lift home."

"No, I ... I'm going to the studio to see Michael tonight, so if Tom calls... I'm with you," Cassie said, a wicked glint in her eye.

"Dirty minx," Jane laughed. "Ok, tell me where it is and I'll drop you off."

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"Right, here we are," Cassie said. "Fancy a drink before you go? I'm sure Michael would like to meet you. Hey, maybe you could do some modelling too?"

"Cheeky," Jane said. "Who'd want to look at me in the nude?"

"Are you serious? You're... right, come on in with me. Come on."

Cassie virtually dragged Jane into the studio. Inside, Michael was at his computer suite, editing some video.

"Ah, my dear... sorry, my dears," he corrected himself, noticing Jane hiding behind Cassie.

"This is my friend, Jane," Cassie said, ushering her forward. "She says she's too dowdy to be a model like me. I think she's wrong. We just need a male opinion."

"Hmm, I think you're wrong, Jane," he said, eyeing her up and down. "May I?"

He reached up and pulled off the bobble securing her ponytail, letting her chestnut hair fall.

"Very nice, yes, very nice..." Michael said. "I think... if she strips, I can tell you more."

"What?" Jane said, eyes wide. "No, I ... I don't..."

"I did it, don't be so bashful," Cassie said, already undoing the buttons on her friend's blouse.

"Cassie... please..." Jane said, though she wasn't fighting to stop it from happening.

"Ssh, it'll be fine. Your husband will love the pictures, show him how sexy his wife is," Cassie beamed as she undid the front clasp on her friend's bra. Tossing the garments aside, Jane blushed as Michael began to take pictures of her. Slowly, after much cajoling from the two of them, Jane eased up and started to pose, laughing now as she made some faces, did some silly stances.

"Wonderful, you're stunning," Michael said, encouraging her. Cassie moved around behind Jane and hooked both thumbs under the elastic of her skirt and knickers.

"Better without, I think," she giggled, pulling down Jane's lower clothing, leaving her friend completely naked in front of Michael's snapping camera.

Jane gasped, instinctively covering her pussy, but she then thought, what the hell, you only live once. Stepping out of the skirt, she kicked off her shoes and posed naked. To her surprise, Cassie then joined her, also naked now. They laughed and teased each other until, suddenly, Cassie looked into her friend's eyes. Jane met her gaze and time seemed to stop. Slowly they moved together and, bodies now pressed up against each other... they kissed. Their passions inflamed, the two women caressed each other. Cassie's hand found its way to Jane's trimmed vagina, a finger slipping into the wetness. Jane gasped and her knees quivered.

"Get her on the bed," Michael said. The two girls moved swiftly to the bed in the corner, Cassie on top, controlling things as they slid down onto the surface. The younger woman couldn't resist any longer, moving between Jane's legs and devouring her pussy. Jane's threw her head back and yelled as surges of pleasure she'd never felt before were brought forth by Cassie's tongue. Opening her eyes, she saw Michael was naked and crawling towards her. She should have stopped him, but she saw his cock.

It was everything Cassie had said and more, a staff of pulsating ebony flesh. She knew she had to have it inside her. Cassie knew it too, moving off and simply watching as Michael entered her friend's body. She looked on, mesmerised, as her friend took the enormous cock into her, the long shaft disappearing into her body.

"God, that feels so fucking good," Jane was saying, legs wrapping around Michael's back, hands clutching his shoulders as he pumped her harder and harder. "Oh God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to.... "

Jane gasped and yelled as Michael fucked a climax out of her, her whole body engulfed by the pleasure coursing through it. Cassie couldn't hold herself back any longer, straddling her friend's face and guiding Jane's tongue into her dripping vagina.

Jane's cries were muffled as she began to eat out her best friend. Cassie rocked and bucked as she savoured her own feelings of ecstasy. Suddenly, Michael pulled out of Jane and pushed Cassie onto her hands and knees, pussy still directly over Jane's face. He slammed his cock right into Cassie's cunt, balls draped on Jane's chin. Cassie yelped as he fucked her hard, Jane underneath, feverishly attempting to lick the other woman's clitoris while she got pounded.

The three swapped and changed positions over and over again, all three of them climaxing more than once as they romped together on the bed. Eventually, exhausted, they collapsed together, the two girls flanking a tired Michael.

"That was.... amazing," Jane sighed contentedly. "I... I only came in to drop you off and ... fuck, I don't know what to think."

Cassie looked over at her friend. "I guess what we were talking about earlier... it applies to you now too. What are you going to tell Kevin?"

Jane's brow furrowed slightly. "I don't know... probably nothing. If we can keep this a secret, between us, then I don't see it hurting anyone. It's just sex, it won't change my relationship with him and I still love my kids more than anything. That'll never change, no matter who is in my pussy."

"You want to be one of my models, Jane?" Michael said, right hand gently stroking her flat stomach.

"I think I could," Jane said. "It was ok with you, but making it real, for money? I don't know..."

Cassie turned on her side, head now resting on Michael's chest. Her hand reached down to his cock and began to stroke it.




Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 02



"I've got a meeting with a new studio on Saturday," she said. "Why don't you come along, see what I do, see if you like the look of it? No pressure."

"Hmm, that might work," Jane pondered. "I could leave the kids with Kevin, say I'm going shopping... yeah, ok, I'll see. I think I'll enjoy watching your sexy ass get fucked even if I choose not to get involved."

The three of them laughed, Cassie's stroking bringing Michael's dick back to attention. Jane looked at Cassie and winked.

"My turn again, right?"



Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 03



"Wow, this is a bit swankier than Michael's place," Jane said. Cassie got out the passenger side as they took in the professional-looking edifice of Bareback Productions' offices. The letters BBP were emblazoned on the front in stark brushed steel, overlooking a revolving door that wouldn't have been out of place at the front of a bank or "proper" business.

"Impressive, certainly," Cassie mused, walking inside with her friend. A young female receptionist looked up from behind a large front desk, smiling at them.

"Um, I'm Cassie, I'm here to see... Tristan, that was it. About.. er... well..."

The receptionist chuckled. "Ok, just take a seat, he'll be with you in a minute. And relax, you'll love it here."

Cassie smiled back at her, sitting on the comfortable leather couch in the corner, Jane to her left on a matching chair. They made small talk for a bit, anything to take her nerves away, until a smart white man in a crisp blue suit emerged from the main corridor to their left.

"Ah, ladies... Cassie?" he said, looking between them. Jane shrugged and pointed at her friend. "Ok, sorry, I hadn't expected two girls today. Will you be part of her audition, Miss?"

"Oh... no, I'm just here to watch... er, give moral support, you know?" Jane spluttered.

"Fine, that's no problem," Tristan said. "Would you both like to come this way?"

The two girls followed him up the corridor. It opened out into your typical office, desks, people on phones, that sort of thing.

"This is just the sales, marketing side, that sort of thing. Admin and such. The real fun is down here," he said, indicating a pair of security doors. Inputting a code into a keypad, the doors opened inwards and the three of them moved through.

"I think... I think this room is free," Tristan said. He pushed it open and peeked through. From within burst the sounds of a woman screaming her lungs out with pleasure. Cassie and Jane both felt a ripple of excitement as they wondered what could be making the mystery lady curse and yell like that.

"Oh, no, let's try a different room," Tristan said, nonplussed. The sound was completely cut off when the door closed, Cassie noted. "Ah yes, here we go."

Tristan opened another door further up the corridor and in they went. The room was fairly sparsely furnished. A comfortable sofa against one wall, a few chairs here and there. Nothing special. It was decidedly unromantic, the two women thought. A camera stood on a tripod, pointed at the sofa.

"Ok, have a seat, Cassie," Tristan said. "We have a few minutes to do a short interview then we can get started."

He turned on the camera and got everything set up. Cassie sat nervously on the sofa, waiting.

"Right, let's turn this on... ready? Ok.... Hi there, what's your name?"

"Um, Cassie," she said.

"Nervous, are we?"

"I guess... a little," she blushed.

"That's sweet. Don't worry, we'll treat you nicely here. This is your first shoot with us, an audition tape. Do you know what you're going to do today?"

"Er, no, no, I've not been told anything," she said, confused.

"Ok, no problem, no problem. It'll be a surprise then. Nothing out of the ordinary anyway. Just relax, have fun. Now, can you give us a little look at you, darling?"

Cassie stood, stripping off slowly, showing herself under the instruction of Tristan. Legs were spread, buttocks too, until she was sitting naked on the couch.

"Wow, sexy as hell," Tristan murmured. "Let's find out a little bit more about you. You're 22, it says here..."

Cassie was actually 28, but Michael had told her to lie about her age.

"How many men have you fucked at one time?"

"Three," she said, proud of herself. "Three big black guys at once."

"Black guys, huh? Interesting. Do you fuck multiple guys off camera, in your spare time?"

"No, not yet," she said. "Perhaps soon, but not yet."

"Sounds interesting. How about turn-ons, turn-offs? What gets your motor running? Well, I like black guys, like I said. Big cocks, I love big cocks. And I think recently, girls. I've been with a few women recently and... yeah, I like pussy too."

Cassie laughed, her eyes flicking to Jane who was blushing behind the camera.

"You've got a friend with you today, a girlfriend. Have you two...?" Tristan asked.

"Oh, yes, it was great. I think we're even closer now, as friends, because we've shared each other. I think, you know, more girls should get it on. I feel much better now I've been... ha, turned, I guess. Though nothing beats a hard, stiff cock!"

"How about other things? You swallow cum? Creampies? Anal?"

"I've not done anal yet... but I'm kinda looking forward to it. Everything else I've done that's been new has been really exciting, so I'm ... nervous about anal, but kinda think I'll love it too."

"Mm-hmm... so, how would you react if we said to you that you could fuck multiple guys on camera today?"

Cassie's eyes lit up involuntarily at the thought.

"Honestly? I'd say... bring 'em on!" she laughed. "More the merrier." Had she really said that? How many would that end up being? Maybe she should keep her mouth shut in the future.

"I think you're in luck today, Cassie," Tristan said. "Come on with me."

He turned off the camera and indicated for the two girls to follow. They went out of the room, Cassie acutely aware she was still naked, Jane carrying all her things as they went down the corridor.

"In here," Tristan said, pushing open another door. This room was much more like it. A huge bed dominated it and the far wall was a window, light streaming in. The view was beautiful, looking down over a green, verdant back lot. It was like a park out back. She could get lost in that view... and, being naked, so could the people walking past in the street if they happened to look in her direction.

Turning, she saw that Tristan was holding the door open for a group of men. Cassie licked her lips as one, two, three men entered the room. All of them were handsome, looking just like she'd expect porn star men to look like. The only problem? They were all white.

"Um..." she began, but Tristan interrupted her.

"Oh, nearly forgot," he winked as he ushered in another three men. Cassie beamed as she saw they were all black. Why was she so attracted to black men now, she thought. Oh... that's why.

The men disrobed and their cocks, stiff as rock and all pointed at her, reminded her why. The three black guys were significantly larger than their white co-workers' and just looking at them made Cassie's mouth water with desire. Not that the white guys had small dicks, they were still delicious-looking... she just wanted the black ones more. Lucky for her, she didn't have to make the choice - she could fuck them all.

"Like what you see?" Tristan said as he set up the camera stand again. He'd also taken some handheld cameras from.. somewhere, Cassie hadn't seen, distributing them among the men so they could be part of the filming process. "Ready to begin?

"Ye..." Cassie began, but she was interrupted once more. By Jane.

"God, I'm so fucking horny," she said from the doorway where she'd been standing out the way. "I want in. Let me get fucked too. I don't want any money, I just want these beautiful, beautiful cocks inside me. Please?"

Cassie was shocked by her friend, but also delighted. She'd get to share her body again while the men ravaged her. Tristan looked at the guys and shrugged. "Go ahead," he said. "Have fun."

Jane almost tore her clothes off and threw herself onto Cassie, the two collapsing onto the bed, laughing as they begun to kiss and caress each other. Soon the laughter disappeared as they focused entirely on pleasuring each other.

Cassie felt a cock pressing against her pussy and moaned into Jane's mouth as it entered her body. To her delight, it was one of the black men who had penetrated her. With a yelp, Jane was pulled off Cassie, rolled onto her back next to her and entered by one of the white men. The two women embraced their new lovers, losing themselves in the moment.

For more than hour, the men pounded the hell out of both women. All over the room, in all sorts of positions. Up against the wall, kneeling on the floor, in the air with legs wrapped precariously over shoulders. Cassie even made them line up behind her while she pressed herself against the window, each man fucking her in turn while she admired the view.

In the end, Cassie knelt, exhausted, all six men jerking themselves off around her. Jane had said she wanted Cassie to have all the cum as it was her scene after all, ergo her 'reward'. Cassie wasn't going to argue and when the first man shot his load all over her face, she felt like all the money they were giving her didn't matter - what mattered was the sperm she was going to receive right there and then.

Another load hit her and she felt it and its partner streaming down her face. A third splashed on her forehead, a fourth splatted right in her hair, though she didn't care. A fifth was directed right into her open mouth, blast after blast filling it up. The sixth and final load drenched her chest and breasts.

"And that's a wrap!" Tristan said. Cassie had completely forgotten she was on camera, so lost had she been in the whole thing. "Wow, you were... amazing. So natural, so .... into it. Once you're cleaned up, come see me at reception and we can get you sorted for money and, I hope, for more scenes in the future. Oh... and I think someone wants to help you clean up..."

Cassie opened the one eye that wasn't covered in spunk to see Jane looking at her greedily. Cassie smiled and beckoned her over. Her best friend began to hoover up the dripping sperm with her mouth and tongue, sometimes sharing it with Cassie in a sloppy semen-filled kiss.

A little while later, the girls were all ready, showered in the en-suite they'd not noticed in the room. Six cocks standing proud made it awfully hard to concentrate on the interior design.

"That was... amazing," Jane said as they left, turning down the corridor and heading for the reception. "Just... God, how can I go back to normal life now? After that and Michael and .... I need to be in this too. I've... awoken something in me that's not going to go away."

Cassie looked at her friend, knowing the feelings she was experiencing. "I know, it happened to me too. Just you can't think of anything except who's going to fuck you next and how big their cock will be. I walk down the street and I imagine how big the men are down there when I walk past. And now I even think about what it would be like to eat a girl's pussy out if I see a cute one in the street. It's a curse..."

Jane looked at her friend, eyebrow raised. Cassie couldn't keep a straight face and they both broke down laughing.

"Ah, there you are, ladies," Tristan said, looking up from the reception desk. "I hope you're all refreshed now and that you had a good time. Patricia," he said, indicating the receptionist," is forwarding your bank details to HR and you should have the money in five working days or sooner. Now, shall I assume you want to continue working for us?"

"Of course," Cassie nodded. "Can I ask though... if possible, can the men that ... work with me always be black? I ... kind of have a fetish for them at the moment."

"I think we can arrange that," he said, turning to the receptionist. "Pat, can you put a note on Cassie's file, 'Black Only'? Cheers. Now... Jane... I think we could find room for you here, but it's a bit tricky. We took Cassie on as a favour, but we're kind of fully booked for talent at the moment. If we..."

"I'll do anything you want for free," Jane blurted out. "I just... I need this. I never want any money, just ... pay me in cocks, cum and cunt."

Tristan and the receptionist started at her, shocked.

"I, er, guess we can do that," Tristan said. Clearly he'd thought the previous scene was a one-off, but Jane had surprised him. "Welcome aboard."

Jane sighed, relieved. Saying their goodbyes, Tristan said they would call Cassie when her next scene was and to bring Jane along if she wanted. Jane also gave her details and asked to be called whenever they could. Cassie was slightly worried by the eagerness shown by her friend. Was she in over her head? For now, she just concentrated on her own career going forward and how many black men she would have sex with. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of being surrounded by black studs.

To her delight, she received the call the very next day. Another woman had dropped out and would she be able to make it to a scene in four days. She was to play a bored housewife who seduces some men working on her house. Five black studs all for her. The only issue... anal was required. After about a second of indecision, she agreed. Putting the phone down, she took a deep breath and looked on the Internet for the best way to prepare for anal sex. Just the thought of it was turning her on immensely. She had the feeling this scene would be her favourite yet.



Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 04



Cassie lay back on the kitchen floor in the strange house. It was cold, but she didn't care. Her legs spread wide, she reached through to spread her ass too, exposing the small hole to the man kneeling in front of her.

"Fuck my white ass, stud," she growled. The man, of course, was contractually obliged to do so, but Cassie would have eagerly swallowed his enormous double digit dick with any of her holes regardless of money. After days of practice and following a dietary plan designed to make her 'cleaned out' and ready for her first ever anal sex, it was time. Lubricant was everywhere and in slid the bulbous head. Cassie screamed a silent scream as the man slowly eased his length up into her virgin hole. It was painful yet exquisite. Inch after inch buried itself within her, slow enough to let her get used to it.

Minutes later, she'd forgotten her discomfort, the man pumping her asshole for all he was worth, all 10 plus inches slamming in and out of her. Four more men waited for their turn to fuck her up the ass, all having already taken her pussy as she'd bent over the central kitchen unit.

The man inside her tensed and loosed burst after burst of cum right into her rectum. She screamed as the hot fluid coated her insides, loving how strange and wonderful it felt. The man pulled out and Cassie gave a cry of joy as the next man immediately fell on top of her and slid himself into her stretched hole.

When she came herself, it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Different, more primal than a regular vaginal orgasm. Not better, but wonderfully different. She knew she'd be needing to experience her anal orgasm a lot more in the future, so good was the feeling.

Over and over they pounded her on that kitchen floor. The third man flipped her onto her stomach, fucking down into her butt while pressing her into the floor. She was breathless, heightening her pleasure as the men drove another anal climax out of her. Five loads of sperm swilled about inside her rectum when they'd finished. When she stood on wobbly legs, she felt it pouring out of her, spilling down her thighs. God, what a slutty feeling that was, to have cum oozing out of her freshly fucked hole. Just another one of the many, many things she loved about her new career.

"Nice scene," the director, a man named Samuel, said to her. It was his house, a huge detached property just outside of town. "You really worked those dicks like a pro. This is only your second scene with us, I hear? You've got some great potential if you continue to work a cock like that. I think I'm going to enjoy working with you in the future, Cassie. Go grab a shower, you earned it."

She hadn't been able to stop smiling since her first time at Bareback Productions and today just made her even happier. Life was good. Even Tom, her husband, was feeling better. He'd even managed to find a bit of work, give him some of his mojo back. Of course, she was drifting further and further away from him in sexual terms, but she still loved him as a person. Just as a sexual entity, he was nothing to her.

As she showered, she thought about where she would go from here. She was eager to push herself further now. She'd fucked up to five men by herself now, so she was interested to see just how many she could take on in one go. And girls, she wanted to try an orgy of female flesh, girls only. She shuddered involuntarily, the thought of being in a pile of female bodies turned her on so much.

God, she was horny. She began to masturbate in the shower, her knees buckling as a climax coursed through her after mere seconds. Fuck, she thought. I really like girls. A lot. Drying herself off, she went back out where the guys were putting away all the cameras and paraphernalia.

"Hey, Samuel?" she said, rubbing her hair with the towel. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, and call me Sam," he said, zipping up a bag.

"I want to do a scene where it's just girls. An all-girl orgy. Do we do them?"

"We haven't done one for a while, usually we do one on one or threesomes with just girls... but I think, if you like, I can have a word, see if we can do something. How many girls are you looking to do, as it were?"

"God, don't tempt me!" she chuckled. "I think it'd be fun to have at least six girls all... mmm, yes, six would be fine. More or less, it's fine. Just quite a few to... wow, I'm such a slut. Ha!"

"That's kind of a good thing in this business," he said. "If you have any more ideas for scenes, we're always on the lookout for good ideas."

"Oh, I'm full of good ideas... and cum, at the moment. I like being full of both."

"Cheeky..." he laughed. "I'll get someone to take you home. Nice working with you."

That night, sitting watching TV with Tom, she sighed every time she felt sperm ooze out of her ass. Tom clearly took it as a sign of happiness that she was spending some time with him, holding her close as they watched a US drama. They even kissed for a while, but Cassie dodged the sex question, claiming she was tired after her 'work' that day. He accepted it and they just snuggled. Cassie fell asleep that night dreaming of men fucking her ass.

The next day an e-mail waited for her, from Jane. A troubling one.

"Dear Cassie, you came to me for help, now I need yours. I don't know why I'm doing these things, but yesterday, I just needed sex. So I went to Michael's and we fucked for a while. He had to work, so I went out to a bar and found a couple of men and they fucked me as well, in the alleyway behind the bar. I still hadn't had enough so I went back to Michael and he said I couldn't be in a scene because I'd had unprotected sex with random people that might not have been 'clean'. But I needed more, so I went to a night club. I must have had sex with twenty different men that night. I've not slept yet. I have cum running out of my pussy still, like a river, twenty three different loads all from yesterday. I need help."

Scared, Cassie rang her friend immediately.

"Jane? It's Cassie. Get yourself to a clinic right now, you need to make sure you're healthy and ok. I can help, just take it easy, ok? It'll be ok, just take it easy. We can get you through this."

"Ok, ok, I'll go now. Come to meet me, ok? I need to talk in person."

Together they found a clinic online and Jane said she'd meet Cassie in an hour. She explained to Tom that she needed to make sure Jane was ok, that she'd had an accident and needed some support.

"I'm sorry," Jane said, sitting waiting for her test results. "I just couldn't control myself. I knew you were with those five guys and ... I was jealous. I needed some cock." The two girls were whispering, making sure they couldn't be overheard. Luckily, the waiting room was noisy, so there was little chance of that.

"I know, I know," Cassie said, tapping her friend's knee. Inappropriate thoughts of sliding her hand up her skirt flitted through her mind, of burying her face in her dripping snatch. She pushed them aside, focusing on helping her friend. "Nobody will let you work with them if you're not safe. It makes sense. You've just got to control yourself. If you can prove to these places that you're safe and reliable, you'll surely get more cock and pussy than you can handle. Yeah? I mean, you're so gorgeous, who'd not want to hire you? 20 guys in one nightclub? Just proves how hot you are, girl."

Jane smiled at her friend, wiping away a tear. "I love you, you know that? As a friend and... as a lover, I think. I truly love you."

Cassie looked at her friend and knew she loved her too, in the same way. Had she always loved her? Had she hidden her feelings behind ignorance or kept them repressed due to societal pressures? She didn't know, but importantly she did know that this woman in front of her would share her bed, her body, her life and her lovers from now on.

"I love you too," she said, a soft smile on her lips. "Kiss me."

The two girls didn't hesitate, despite the room full of people, some of whom looked in shock as the two beautiful women began to smooch in full view. Fuck them, Cassie thought, I can kiss who I want.. 

"Ahem."

The two girls broke off their kiss, composing themselves as a doctor stood over them, looking both stern and amused at the same time.

"Come with me, we can discuss your results. You can bring your ... friend if you like."

The office was utilitarian at best, but decour wasn't really Jane's concern right then. Sitting, Cassie behind her, her presence giving Jane confidence to face what might come.

"The good news is your clear, no disease or anything," she said, as Jane visibly deflated with relief. "Do I need to give you the standard lecture on sexual safety?"

"No, no, I'm... it won't happen again. Like that, anyway," Jane replied, shaking her head. "Can I get a certificate or something to prove I'm clean? I need it to, er..."

"To what?"

"To... prove to a porn company that I'm fit to fuck on camera."

The doctor's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're a porn star?"

"Ha, well, not a star, I've only been in one scene with Cassie here. She's definitely going to be a star. I'm just a housewife with a newly awoken libido. She's the one who's going to be huge."

Jane turned and put her hand on Cassie's, looking at her lovingly.

"Do you need a test too, Cassie?" the doctor said.

"No, I'm fine, I've got one already," she responded.

"Ok, sure," the doctor said, standing and ushering them out of the office. "Come to see me any time if you need to redo the tests or if you have any other ... difficulties."

"She was nice, wasn't she?" Jane said, sipping her coffee as they sat in a café across the street from the clinic.

"Hmm? Yes, I guess. Sorry, I was distracted by thinking about how sweet your little cunt is and how much I want to eat you out right now," Cassie said, matter of factly.

Jane nearly choked on her drink. "Cassie! Don't tempt me in a public place, we could get arrested."

The two girls laughed and chatted about where they were going to go from there, their new relationship and how they would fit their 'normal' lives around it and their new careers.

"What's your next scene?" Jane asked.

"I've not been told yet, but after that five man anal gang-bang I want to push myself a bit more. Any ideas?"

Jane pondered the question. "More men, of course. More the better. But how about taking two cocks at once? Double penetration. I'm just picturing you having a big black dick in your pussy and one sliding up your ass at the same time."

"Oh yes, yes, I like that idea a lot. Yes, that's definitely got to be done. Two cocks inside me... wow, it'll feel amazing."

"Mmm, I hope so. I want to do it too, but I need to do some anal first. I've got some catching up to do!"

The girls went their separate ways and Cassie spent the journey home with the image of two cocks pounding her holes simultaneously fixed in her mind. By the time she entered her flat, she was soaking wet, her underwear drenched with her excitement. A cursory greeting to Tom was followed by her sitting on the floor of the bathroom, door locked, furiously masturbating herself while trying not to alert Tom to what she was doing.

One thunderous climax later, muffled by her sodden knickers stuffed in her mouth, she emerged, prim and proper, for an evening with her husband. Unfortunately for her, Tom was watching a soccer match and wasn't interested in interacting much with her. Taking to the computer, she saw Jane was online.

"Bored," she typed.

"Me too. I wish I was with you right now. Or some big black guys."

"Maybe we could go to a hotel together. Spend the night. With each other. I want you so much."

Jane took a while to respond. "Yes, let's do it. I know a place. I'll meet you there. I love you."

"Love you too."

Jane typed the address and Cassie came up with another story about going out with a friend. She was getting good at lying to Tom, she mused. An hour later, she lay naked on the hotel bed as Jane's tongue probed her slick pussy. For hours they explored each other's bodies completely, gorging themselves on female flesh. They slept arm in arm, occasionally waking to fuck each other some more. At one point, Jane suggested Cassie stick her whole hand into her pussy and she was so wet, Cassie barely had to apply any lubricant to get her fist inside. Eventually, exhausted, they slept late into the morning.

"Fuck, last night was good," Jane said, Cassie's head resting on her chest. "I never want this moment to end. I never thought I'd be in love with a woman, like deeply, madly in love, so in love I want to spend every waking second with you, inside you and with you inside me. Am I insane?"

Cassie looked up at her lover and smiled. "No, I feel the same... but you have some competition. I have this big love for big black cocks too, remember?"

"Ha, of course," Jane chuckled, kissing Cassie's forehead. "I can't compete with a gang of black men fucking the shit out of you. I wouldn't even try."

"Damn right," Cassie laughed. "Now, give me that fucking pussy of yours, I'm hungry."

Later that day, Cassie was back home, chatting with Jane online. Tom was out and Jane's family was also away for the day. Checking her e-mail, Cassie noticed one from Tristan, asking her if she wanted to be in a scene that day. He'd had a word with the director and she could name the number of guys and what she wanted to do.

Immediately, she drew up a response.

"Hi Tristan. I want all of the guys to be black and I want to do my first ever DP. I want at least six guys this time, if possible."

Jane said she was hugely jealous, so Cassie sent a quick text to Michael, asking if he could set Jane up with a few hung studs for the day. A swift response answered her in the affirmative and Jane spent the next ten minutes thanking Cassie over and over again.

She spent all the time she had before having to leave preparing for the scene. She prepared as thoroughly as she could for the anal, stretching and expunging herself thoroughly. She'd already put herself on a diet to make it easier to do this and by the time she was out the door, she felt as ready as she could be.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Cassie said, pushing upon the door to the large house she'd been in only a few days before. In the dim twilight, it was dark inside, but she could see. She walked through into the huge lounge area, but there was still nobody around. Curious and slightly afraid, she went upstairs to the master bedroom. It was even darker here, but she saw all the cameras and equipment had been set up around the four poster bed.

She turned to leave only to receive the shock of her life. Silently, eight black men had entered the room behind her. All of them were naked and sporting the most obscenely thick and alluring cocks. One stepped forward, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder and forcing her down to her knees. The rest formed a line horizontally to him. Cassie smiled as she looked to her right, an orderly queue of cock just waiting to be sucked.

She didn't know if the cameras were rolling, but she didn't really care, diving her head onto the first dick presented to her. She gobbled it up, greedily stuffing it as far as she could into her throat. Gasping, she pulled off, smiling devilishly up at the man, her right hand wanking his saliva-coated cock.

Again and again, she did this, forcing herself as deep as she could go, desperate to take every inch of penis down her throat. Moving slowly down the line, she deepthroated each and every one of the men before standing, admiring the glistening rods of flesh she'd left behind. Walking sultrily to the bed, she lay back and sighed, opening herself up as the men surrounded her, the first of the eight on top of her now and sliding deep, deep into her slippery cunt.

"Oh fuck yes!" Cassie yelled out as the man pounded the fuck out of her pussy before slipping out, allowing the next man in. This second lover rammed himself into her pussy to the root before sliding out, covering in juices, and entering her ass.

Each man fucked her as hard as he could, stretching both her holes until she was ready, finally, for her first ever double penetration. She straddled one man, his cock up to the balls in her pussy and she waited as another got behind her. She felt him press against her and pop inside, a feeling of incredible fullness overwhelming her as two enormous black cocks jostled for space inside her slim body.

"Oh God, oh God..." Cassie repeated over and over as the men slowly settled into a rhythm. She grasped the sheets underneath her in both hands as feelings of such intensity threatened to blow her mind. As they picked up the pace, she began to involuntarily thrust herself back onto them, both disappearing entirely inside her with each stroke. From head to balls, each stroke thrust 10 or more inches into each of the girl's holes, driving her wild with lust and, more quickly than she'd anticipated, over the edge of a body-shattering orgasm.

She screamed and screamed as torrents of pleasure surged through her entire being. Still the men pounded her, harder and harder. She came again before being rolled over, breathless. A man entered her ass and fucked her, slamming into her ass, now no stranger to huge intruders. It wasn't long until they'd positioned her on top of him, pussy facing up and her back to the man in her ass, so a second man could enter her pussy. Her legs wrapped around the man above her and they continued to pummel her holes, yet another screaming orgasm tearing her up inside.

There was no let up, no compromise. The men treated her like the fuckdoll she wanted to be and she both knew and loved it. She never knew who was inside her, so many bodies and penises everywhere. Dicks in her ass and pussy combined with others forced down her throat, cutting off her air and inducing even more frenzied, oxygen-depleted climaxes.

Finally, they pulled her up onto exhausted knees, one man grabbing a fistful of her hair and fucking her throat. She was barely conscious as he erupted in her throat, slamming his entire length at last into her as jets of cum poured into her belly. He pulled out, trailing cum and spit, as a second man jerked himself off all over her face. Ten blasts of sperm coated her dishevelled visage before she was pushed onto her back. A man entered her pussy and, mere seconds later, delivered a third load, this time coating her womb with his sticky seed. A fourth man did the same, as did the fifth and sixth, four enormous loads pouring out of her violated vagina. The last two men came in her stretched asshole, pumping her guts full of jizz.

They left without another word. Before she passed out, Cassie noticed a handheld camera had moved close to her face. She smiled as best she could before descending into unconsciousness, knowing she'd had the best fucking of her life and that, if she had her way, it would be the first of many such gangbangs.



Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 05



"Holy shit, that was... incredible," Jane said as Cassie shut off the DVD player. "Eight guys, I'm so, so jealous."

Cassie smiled as they lay together on the hotel bed, naked and ready to fuck after watching her exploits from two days ago. Ever since she'd woken up after that session, she'd yearned for another just like it. She was truly a complete slut now and she loved it. Thinking back to that first time at Michael's studio, how nervous and shy she was, she almost laughed at the change. It was barely believable that she would be in a motel bed with her female lover, musing on the possibilities of fucking eight or more black men for the second time in a week.

She decided she much preferred her life the way it was now. The question was how she could step it up to the next level.

"We need to tell our husbands about this, about us and about what we do," she said.

Jane looked up at her, surprised. "I don't know if I can. What about my kids? I can't give up on them."

"What if... what if we made them active participants in what we were doing. Like... cuckolds. They're lucky to have us, after all. If we played this right, we could live our lives in the open, but still keep the home life. And no more lies, I want to be with you properly. I want to wake up with you in my bed and not have it be in a hotel. I want it to be in my bed or your bed. Is that too much to ask?"

"It might be, but I won't let you go, Cassie. If you want to do this, we can do it. If they toss us out, we'll be together and they can go fuck themselves. I'll take the kids off him if he throws me out. He knows I could, even with the porn and you, the courts would always give me the kids. I'll always choose the kids over anything else, but they like you, they would be ok with you as their second mummy," Jane laughed.

"Tom might be a problem, but he's living better now because of me. I earn the money, he either likes it or lumps it. But anyway, come here..."

Cassie pulled Jane to her, kissing passionately, limbs intertwining. The next morning, the two girls reluctantly parted, heading back home to whatever lay in store for them.

"Tom, we need to talk," Cassie said, plucking up the courage she needed to go through with this. Determined though she was, she still knew it was a big step. Tom was playing on his console when she walked into the lounge. "Please, just stop playing for a bit. We need to talk. It's serious."

"Oh, um, ok," he said, looking nervous. "Is everything ok? Have I done something wrong?"

"No, look... it's all about me. The modelling I've been doing, it's ... not just modelling. It's... there's no easy way to say this... it's porn. Full on sex-type porn. I've had sex with both men and women for quite a while now."

She proceeded to let out everything that had happened to her in one long go, relieved to be unburdening herself like this. Tom sat there, flabbergasted, not able or knowing how to respond. Finally, she finished.

"...and had eight black men just a couple of days ago until I passed out in a strange bed, exhausted but totally satisfied. Jane and I want to be together, but we don't want to lose either you or her husband. So... can you accept our love and my new career?"

Tom was silent and Cassie fidgeted nervously. What would he do? Would he storm out or hit her?

"Have you been inside my mind recently?" he said, smiling the broadest smile she'd seen on him for a long, long time. Now it was her turn to be stunned. "It's the only explanation. I've been fantasising about you being with other men, black men specifically, for so long, since before we were married. I... I can't believe it's happened, I don't know what to say. Show me your videos, I want to see."

Cassie moved as if in a trance, showing him on their computer where he could view her videos, accessed on the studios' websites with special log-ins for employees. She stood behind him as he looked at her pictures and her videos, open-mouthed in wonder as he did so.

"I... wow, you're so incredible, Cassie. I thought you were so prim and... fuck, I love you so much. Thank you so much for being a black cock-loving slut!"

He turned and stood, embracing her before she could react. This wasn't how she'd expected this to go... but she wasn't complaining at all. Laughing herself, she returned the embrace. For hours afterwards, they sat and talked about her new life, about how Tom wanted to be involved in it and how he knew he could never satisfy her sexually again. He was ok with that, had accepted it long ago. Tom said he was much more turned on by the prospect of watching her take the cocks of real men than by her having to suffer his pitiful organ.

"So, when do you get to do your next scene?" Tom said, eagerly.

"I think I'm scheduled to do one tomorrow. I'll have recovered from the last one by then," she winked. "I don't know the details, but... there'll be lots of black cocks inside me."

"I'd love to watch, perhaps they could make it a cuckold scene. I could be in a mask in the corner, you could make fun of me and... maybe I could eat their cum out of you."

"Wow, Tom... you're into that?" Cassie said. "I... think I'd like that, if you wanted to. There could well be a lot in there... if I knew you were there waiting, I'd make all of them cum in my pussy so you could gorge yourself."

"Please, I'd love to. I'd eat it out of your ass too and out of Jane. And... what do you think about fucking them here, not on camera, but in your private life? Please say yes. I want you to become the ultimate black cock slut and I want to help you as much as I can."

"Jesus Tom, you really do love this shit," Cassie laughed. "Yes, I think that's a good idea, but we need to get some rules down. I'm in charge and the black men will be too. You won't have any say in what happens, within reason. They'll sleep in my bed and you'll like it. They'll fuck me whenever I want them to and you have to put up with it. And Jane will be here too a lot, so you'll have to serve her as you would me. Clear?"

"Yes... yes, master," he said, smiling.

"Now... this'll be the last time for a while that I do this," she said, kneeling before him and unzipping his trousers. She took his small cock out and blew him. He came within seconds and she watched as his cum dribbled out of his wilting dick, sickened by the sight.

"God, your cock disgusts me," she said, smiling at him. He smiled back, flopping back, content and spent. "Now... I'm going to pleasure myself in front of you, show you some of the things I've learned."

For an hour, she masturbated while he watched. She gave her vagina and ass a good workout, climaxing a number of times before she finished. Tom was mesmerised. As she worked herself over, she spat out obscenities, telling him how worthless he was, how much she loved being with other men and women, how she came so hard with them. She could see Tom was regaining stiffness, but she ordered him not to touch himself, saying he was to only do so at her command.

Finally, they slept as if none of it had ever happened. Their lives had changed forever, but for now they enjoyed one more night in each others arms.

Jane came over the next day, fresh from telling her husband about her own adventures. It hadn't gone down so well, but he had decided not to leave her for the sake of the children. They would be civil and keep up appearances. Jane explained it was the best she could have done and she was happy with it.

She did all this while stripping, preparing with Cassie to put on a show for Tom, who was forced to sit, squirming, as he watched the two beautiful women gorge themselves on each other. Cassie had again ordered him not to pleasure himself and the two women continually interrupted their lovemaking to berate him and call him a pathetic excuse for a man, which only seem to inflame his passion more.

"I just got a text," Cassie said later that day. "It's from Bareback... ooooooh, they want me to have sex outdoors with, quote, their two best studs. They say... oh wow, both of them have 14 inch cocks. God, I'm drooling already. Oh, they sent me an... they want me to do double vaginal with them. 28 inches of cock in my pussy. Jane... get me a cold drink, I think I'm overheating!"

"Let's look them up," Tom said from the computer. Typing their names in, all three were stunned when pictures of the men's penises came up.

"Holy shit," Jane said after a while. "I am so, so jealous."

Cassie looked through more pictures. "I don't know if I can take both of them... but I'm sure as fuck gonna try."

Deciding to leave Tom at home, Cassie went with Jane to the studio for the scene. It was being filmed in the lovely gardens at the back she'd seen before, next to a swimming pool which she hadn't. The plot, such as it was, involved her sunning herself and having a dream about being ravaged by two studs with massive cocks.

Jane watched from the sidelines as the two men approached her friend, naked on the sunbed and enjoying the sun on her skin. As the men roughly grabbed Cassie, Jane moaned and stuck her hand in her underwear, masturbating herself. She so desperately wanted to be with Cassie, to share her lovers and their enormous dicks. It had been too long since she'd felt the heat of a man's penis inside her and she craved it.

Cassie was craving it too, but she at least had her hands on the thick, veiny shafts of two 14 inch monsters. She stroked vigorously, looking up at the two tall men towering over her. She started with the dirty talk.

"You going to give me these cocks, yeah? I fucking love black cocks, I need them so bad. I want them both in my pussy, filling me up so much, more than my husband ever could. Fucked by two real men, that's what I need. Two black studs fucking me, it's my dream come true. What are you waiting for? Stick them in me."

They eased her into it, as much as you can be eased onto a 14 inch cock. Trading places, each men slowfucked her for a while until she was practically begging them for both at once. Jane bit her lip, watching in awe as both men positioned themselves, one pushing inside her and the other waiting, head poised against Cassie's stretched labia.

In it went. Pushing against her, the enormous, bulbous head of the second cock stretched and stretched her pussy until, finally, it plopped in. Cassie's eyes were wide, her mouth an O of shock mixed with pleasure. Inching into her, the second cock disappeared into Cassie's obscenely stretched hole until, extraordinarily, both monster dicks were completely inside her. Slowly again, they fucked her, Cassie's body desperately trying to get used to the perverse invasion.

Feelings she'd never experienced before were boiling up inside her. Pleasure of such intensity she was genuinely afraid she might lose her mind. The fucking got quicker and quicker until, beyond all belief, each cock was slamming into her in unison, almost the whole length of each emerging then punching its way deep, deep into her body.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh God..." she began to mumble over and over as she felt her entire body begin to tense up, an orgasm so incredible she could barely believe it seconds away from engulfing her entirely. When it hit, she couldn't even scream. It was so powerful it was all she could feel or think of. After what seemed like forever, she finally started to come down.

The two men pulled out, leaving Cassie a quivering wreck on the floor. She was barely conscious of their sperm cascading down onto her or of the director calling a halt to the scene. With no conception of time, she didn't know how long she was lying there until she woke, Jane sitting crosslegged next to her.

"Wuh..?" was all she could manage, causing Jane to explode with laughter.

"My God, Cassie," she said, wiping away a tear, "you did me and Tom proud today. What a total, complete fucking slut you are! You're so wonderful, amazing... I heard them saying this video will make you a smash hit on the Internet, it was that good."

"Help... help me up," she said. Jane took one of her arms and took Cassie's weight as she struggled to stand, legs weak but just about strong enough to support her.

"Fuck, I feel totally... drained, but still kinda buzzing, you know?" Cassie said as Jane helped her dress.

"No, I don't know," Jane chuckled. "How could I know what it was like to cum like you did? On two massive dicks like that? I can only dream of knowing... and boy, am I going to dream about it."

"Mmm, it was pretty good," Cassie smiled softly.

"Come on, let's go for a drink, celebrate today's ... milestone."

The bar was sophisticated and Jane, as horny as she was, immediately began casting her eyes around the male clientele, hoping to spot anyone who might use her in the same way Cassie had been used earlier. When asked, Cassie said even she was "fucked out" for the day, needing to let her body recover from its exertions.

"I'll watch, though," she said, winking. Jane was content enough with that. A number of men ended up at their table, coming on their own to chat them up or escorted to it by Jane. Each one in turn was 'checked out' under the table by Jane's roving hands. So many ended up in disappointment, decidedly under-sized. After a few hours and a few drinks, they'd essentially struck out.

"I can't believe this shit," Jane said as they left, the night drawing in. "Not a single decent cock in the place."

"Maybe if we stayed a bit longer, it's still early?" Cassie ventured, sliding her arm around Jane's waist and holding her close as they strolled along the street.

"No, I'm fed up. Just old plain Jane can't find herself what she wants, as usual," Jane grumbled.

"Now wait a second," Cassie said, bringing them to a stop. "Look at me, woman."

Jane turned and was taken by surprise as Cassie kissed her heavily, thrusting her tongue into Jane's mouth. They stood together, lips locked, people walking past giving them raised eyebrows or appreciative glances. Cassie broke the kiss.

"I don't fucking fall in love with another woman if she's not a hot piece of ass," Cassie said, unable to keep a smile off her lips. "Now... I'm going to find you some hot studs to fuck and then I'm going to sit and play with my pussy while you get your brains screwed out. Ok missy?"

"I guess, if I have to," Jane shrugged. Cassie raised her eyebrow and then the two girls burst into laughter.

"Come on, I know the perfect place," Cassie said.



Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 06



"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," Jane said, kneeling on Cassie's bed. In front of her stood four naked men, their cocks sprouting like tree trunks, hard as rock and just begging to be drained by the woman gleefully eyeing them. Cassie and Tom were off to the side of the room, the former with her hand in her underwear, touching herself. The latter had his hands tied to the chair behind him so he couldn't pleasure himself.

Cassie nodded and Jane gobbled up the first of the penises, thrusting it to the root into her throat. Pulling back off, she gulped in air before descending on the next one. As she went up and down the line, the men responded by holding the woman's head against them before skullfucking her, finally letting her up for air before she blacked out.

It had only been ten minutes since Cassie and Jane had returned home with the four men, all picked up at a swingers club the former had discovered on the Internet. They'd managed to find some big dick-sporting studs in no time, promising them a night with Jane if they fancied it. Which, of course, they had. Cassie had felt twinges of desire, but she was still recovering from taking two 14 inch black dicks in a scene for her current porno studio earlier in the day.

For now, she was content to let her friend get all the attention. She watched as the men turned Jane onto her back, her head hanging off the bed. Within seconds a man was balls deep in her throat, Jane's hands grasping his buttocks and forcing him as deep as he could go. A second man roughly spread her legs and slammed his cock into her dripping vagina.

"Come on, you fucking whore," the man in her throat said as he gave her his length over and over. "You wanted four cocks, fucking take them."

Jane gasped for breath as the cock left her throat. "Fuck me! Come on, harder, fucking harder! Har...mnnnfffghh!"

Her exhortations curtailed by a cock burying itself in her throat again, the men took turns pounding her pussy and choking her with their penises until she came like a madwoman. Her body spasmed and bucked like she was having 1,000 volts pumped through it. Cassie was so turned on by her friend's actions she had to use every bit of willpower not to get involved herself.

An hour later, the men had left and Jane lay on the bed with Cassie, exhausted. Her legs were spread and Tom was busy feasting on the four loads of cum oozing from her well-fucked hole.

"So... fucking good," she moaned as Cassie caressed her breasts gently, lightly brushing the nipples every so often. "I know it is wrong, I should be a happy family girl, a mother... but I just can't stop wanting, no, needing sex. Ever since we were first together with Michael, it's like this... dial inside has been turned up to max, like all I can think of now is cocks and cum and sex of all kinds. What if I lose my family?"

Cassie leaned in and gave her a tender kiss. "Sssh, don't worry, that'll never happen. You love your kids, you just... some more things to think about in your life. Everyone is entitled to do what they want to be happy and I've never seen you happier. How can your husband deny you this? I think he can see that you need these changes, otherwise he'd have already left you. Talk to him again, be honest... maybe you should spend some more time with your family, take a break from all this for a while? I'll still be here when you want to come back."

For a week, Cassie and Tom lived a 'normal' life, as normal as a life where one partner continuously beds other people, both professionally and recreationally. Jane was nowhere to be seen until, after 7 days, a link to a video file was sent to Cassie via e-mail from Jane's address. Opening it, she watched as Jane appeared on camera. Cassie recognised the room she was in as Jane's marital bedroom. Jane sat on her bed, naked.

"Sorry Cassie," she said, smiling. "I just couldn't help it. Come on, boys... fuck me senseless."

Into shot came three musclebound men, two black and one white. Within seconds one of the men was inside Jane, pounding her down into the bed she was supposed to only share with her husband. The video was an hour long and, skipping along, Cassie was both surprised and delighted to see her lover finally manage to take two cocks inside her vagina at once. She had to turn the volume down, the screams of pleasure were so loud.

"Wow," Tom said, peering over Cassie's shoulder. "Jane's off the hook. She's more of a slut than you are."

Cassie turned sharply, anger flaring inside her. She went to say something in response, but checked herself. Was she really about to argue that she was more of a slut than her friend? Yes, she was.

"You want me to prove what a cock whore I am, Tom? Really?" she barked. "You know what, don't answer. You've seen me on the clips, well... now you're going to see it first-hand."

Tom merely smiled and she wondered if he'd been angling for something like this the whole time. Fine, she thought. She'd get what she wanted and he'd get his wish too. Win / win situation.

Picking up her mobile, she called Michael.

"Hi sweetheart, it's been too long. How...?"

"No time to talk," Cassie interrupted. "I need you and as many hot black studs as you can muster at my flat, tonight, to give me the fucking of a lifetime in front of my limpdick white husband. I want to show him what a slut I am."

"Wow, ok, um... let me think... give me a while to make some calls, I'll see what I can do," he said.

20 minutes later the phone rang and Cassie answered after only one ring.

"Michael, tell me you have good news..." she said, not surprised by how lustful she was right then. Tom merely sat on the couch looking at her, smiling his annoying smug grin. She smiled inside, but maintained her stern demeanour externally.

"Well... I've got some good news and some bad news," he said. Was that nervousness in his voice? Was he afraid of her reaction?

"What's the bad news?" she said, nervous herself. If he couldn't get any men, she'd look a fool and, more importantly, her libido would be dangerously unsatiated.

"Well, I called around some of my friends, colleagues and I could only get about 4 men, including me, to confirm."

"Four? I guess... that'll do," she said, dejected. The fact that only four black lovers ready to pound her holes was a disappointment to her said a lot for how she felt now about sex, how much she felt she needed to be satisfied.

"The good news is... that those four guys said they'll bring some of their friends around too. So... final total is looking to be about 16 guys altogether. Enough for you, sweetie?"

Cassie's jaw dropped open. 16 men? 16?

"Oh wow... I'm speechless. Please, get over here as soon as you can. Let yourself in, I'll be waiting."

She hung up and immediately went into the bedroom, Tom following. She stripped swiftly, tossing her clothes everywhere without a care. Lying back on the bed without a word, she began to masturbate, bringing herself to the edge of orgasm before denying herself that final climax. She wanted to be bursting at the seams when the men began to fuck her, to be so turned on and so lustful she could handle taking 16 men inside her and still want more. Tom merely watched as she brought herself to the brink over and over. She yearned to make herself cum, but with an iron will she stopped every time. Tom was amazed and, when Michael and four other men entered the bedroom, he watched in awe as they disrobed, their chiselled frames and dark skin contrasting so much with Cassie's flawless ivory complexion.

"Two... at once... in my pussy," Cassie mouthed. She was given what she wanted, Michael and a man with a cock as thick as a Coke can stuffing her gushing vagina with relative ease. When they began to fuck her, she finally came, an orgasm so explosive it threatened to knock her out. She refused to let that happen, not like it had last time. Tonight she wanted to experience every second of the sex, no matter how intense the orgasms she felt.

"Grab her legs," one of the men said, strong hands taking her ankles and pulling her legs as wide and straight as they could go. She screamed as the cocks forced themselves deeper with each punishing thrust, her pussy stretched obscenely around the two poles.

"Yes, fuck me harder," she growled. "Make me cum again!"

Incredibly, the two men managed to increase their pace. It was an incredible sight, Tom sitting there in the corner, completely in awe of his amazing wife. He'd seen her on film but this was something else.

Cassie yelled as another climax overwhelmed her, just as powerful as the previous one. "Holy fucking CHRIST! Come on, God, cum inside me, fill me up, fill me up... fucking make me pregnant!"

The two men couldn't hold on much longer and as Cassie reached the peak of her climax, they erupted inside her, spewing jets of thick sperm into her spasming womb. The group collapsed, cocks sliding out of her gushing cunt, all three exhausted.

"Cold water... now," Cassie managed to gasp, one of the men leaving and returning with a full glass. Cassie, without pausing, threw it in her face. The shock of the cold liquid shook her from her orgasmic reverie.

"What are you guys waiting for?" she said, renewed. "Two more in here, right now. All of you, fuck me full of your cum. I want to be leaking spunk for days after this."

Another two men entered her, one of them Michael. He was on top as she easily took the two men's cocks inside her.

"Thank you, thank you," she murmured, the two men getting a rhythm going. Pulling his head down towards her, she kissed him passionately as the cocks began to piston in and out at an ever increasing pace. "Oh God yes, I fucking love black cock so much...!"

She trailed off as the pleasure grew within her once more. As her third orgasm tore through her, she saw one of the men holding a blindfold. Swiftly, before she could do anything to stop - not that she would have done - it was bound around her eyes.

With all vision cut off, it seemed to enhance her pleasure even more. Time, already a fluid concept when she was overcome by this kind of lust, became meaningless. Partners changed, cock after cock drove itself into her. There was so much cum inside her, every time she was emptied of cock, it was like a torrent of spunk just flooded out of her. She loved it.

After who knows how long, she lay there; empty of cock but full to the brim with cum. Still blindfolded, she wondered what was happening, though her thoughts were muddled by the state of orgiastic bliss she was in. The men had torn orgasm after orgasm out of her tired, tortured frame, but she was never satisfied, always wanting more, screaming at them to fuck her harder, faster, more and more.

Still, a break was nice for a while. Suddenly, a tongue flicked against her very well used hole. She smiled and kept herself spread wide as Tom began to devour her cunt and the seed spilling liberally from it. She put both hands on his head and pressed him hard against her pussy.

"Mmm, enjoying yourself down there, sissy?" she chuckled as he lapped at her slit. His answer was muffled by her groin. "I bet you are, you dirty fucker. Like the taste of cum? Like sucking up the spunk of 16 men? Eat it all up, you sissy fuck."

She ground her hips into his face, forcing the cum to flow quicker out of her, yelling obscenities at him as he gulped down the semen. Finally, he was done and the black men took her again, this time taking turns in her ass. 16 times cum was deposited in her back passage, leaving her totally exhausted and, at last, satiated. But there was one more thing to do.

"Help me up, boys," she said. "Sissy, get under me here."

The blindfold finally removed, Cassie blinked as she got used to the light once more. Tom lay on the bed and the men helped her squat over his face.

"Here," she grinned, pushing out a stream of cum right into his mouth. "Drink it down, cuck." Torrents of spunk splattered in his mouth and over his face. Cassie threw her head back and laughed as the men lowered her down until she was almost smothering Tom, his tongue now working its way into her asshole, desperately seeking out more sperm. She was amazed by his appetite for the semen, enjoying the soothing feel of his tongue on her fucked hole.

When they were done, Cassie lay on the bed, Tom sent from the room so she could be alone with Michael, the other men leaving.

"That was incredible," she said, leaning her head on Michael's broad chest, snuggling up to him.

"Our pleasure, milady," Michael said, pretending to doff an imaginary cap at her.

"No, seriously," Cassie said, chuckling. "That was beyond amazing. I'm like at this point in my life now where I need to do... everything. The sky's the limit. I'm so... open to sex and fucking and love now, my life is so different to what it used to be. Just the thought of sex with a stranger would have sent me running away screaming a few months ago and now... now my husband is eating their cum out of me. What's next?"

"There's a lot we can do with you, my dear," Michael said, stroking her hair. "You have a lot of love inside, for your husband, for Jane, for me. I can see you in love with a lot of people, living one life yet touching so many others. It's not just the sex, you ... connect with people on that basic level where they feel needed by you, and they feel protective of you. You've got this amazing potential in your career and your personal life. I'm happy to be here to try to help you fulfil it."

A tear ran down Cassie's cheek, so moved was she.

"Close the door and lock it," she said. Michael did so and returned to her. She straddled him and they made love in her marital bed, Tom sleeping on the couch outside, all three content with their lot.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads," Tom shouted, pulling back the curtains in their bedroom. Cassie and Michael grumbled, but woke up, surprised to see Tom carrying a tray laden with two breakfasts.

"For you," he said, handing them the long tray. Cassie smiled at him, happy he was taking all this so well, a man he'd never met sharing his marital bed with his wife. Whistling, he left them to it. Michael glanced at Cassie and she shrugged, taking a bite out of the jam-covered toast. She was ravenous after the exertions of last night and was planning on having a long talk with Michael about where she could go, sexually, from there.

After breakfast, the two of them showered together. Cassie couldn't resist kneeling and giving Michael a slow blowjob as the water cascaded down onto her. The load of cum she received washed down her breakfast quite nicely.

"You took your time," Tom said as they exited the bathroom.

"Yep," Cassie replied, saying no more. "So, anyway, Michael... what do you think I can do next? I'd love to break my cherry with a few more things, I think. Surprise me."

"Mm, ok, I've got a few ideas, I think I can set something up tonight actually," he pondered.

"I think I might need a bit of time to let my holes recover," Cassie said, frustrated.

"Ah, well, I think... yes, I can still do something, don't worry... just come over to my studio at 7 and I'll have your first surprise ready."

"Can't wait," Cassie beamed.

Michael left them soon after and the rest of their day was spent doing boring 'normal' things. Of course, Cassie would continuously tease Tom throughout with tales of her exploits, causing him much consternation in the supermarket as he attempted to hide his raging erection as she whispered in his ear about how much she loved black men.

"Can I come with you?" he said as the time for her to head to Michael's studio arrived.

"I don't think so, not this time," she said, applying her makeup. "I think a girl's got to have time to herself, you know. I'll let you stay here and think about what might be happening to me, ok? I'll even let you wank yourself off as a present. I know you must be aching down there..."

She left him and, soon, was over at Michael's, using her key to open the main door. The lights were dimmed, except for spotlights shining on the big double bed she'd used so many times before. There was a note on it. Picking it up, she read her instructions.

"My dearest Cassie, tonight we shall entertain you with a few 'firsts'. Just get naked, get on the bed and wait. All will be revealed. Love, Michael."

She didn't need a second invitation to disrobe. She loved being naked, especially when it was as a prelude to getting fucked hard. Her birthday suit on, she descended onto the smooth silk sheets and waited.

A few minutes later she heard the sound of padding feet walking towards her out of the gloom. A young girl appeared in front of her, beautiful, seductive, and totally naked. Her pussy was shaved clean, her legs long and slender, ending in wide hips. Her skin was creamy white, her breasts ample yet not excessive. Golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders.

"Hello Cassie," the girl said. "I'm Emily. Michael told me to tell you that I was 18 this week. He hopes you'll enjoy your first sex with a teenage girl."

Cassie was almost salivating now as the girl climbed slowly onto the bed, crawling up to her until they were mere inches apart. Softly, gently, they embraced, lips meeting as Emily pressed the older woman down onto the bed.

Her skin was so soft, innocent, yet the way she was kissing her, the way her hands were caressing Cassie's body, that was anything but innocent. Emily broke the kiss and moved down, both hands on the older woman's breasts, tongue massaging and flicking the nipple of one before moving to the other. Cassie bit her lip, loving how the girl was making her feel. Further down she went, slowly, gently kissing and licking all the way until she finally dove between Cassie's legs and began devouring her juicy cunt.

"Oh fuck yes!" Cassie gasped as Emily worked on her pussy. Fingers slipped inside her, rubbing her tenderest inner spots until her back arched, an orgasm making her buck and quiver with pleasure. Emily removed her face from between Cassie's legs and moved back up the woman's body, sharing another passionate kiss while still covered in her juices.

"My turn," she smiled, pulling away and turning around, on her knees. Cassie got up and greedily ate her young lover's cunt before deciding to move up a bit, feasting on her pink asshole. Emily squealed as Cassie tongued her butt, inserting finger after finger into her vagina. Emily was so wet that, tucking her thumb into her palm, Cassie easily slid her entire fist into the girl's slit, up to the wrist.

"Oh God, yes, oh please, don't stop, fuck!" Emily gasped, clawing at the sheets as her ecstasy rose. "Oh, it feels so fucking good, I love it, oh yes, yes, yeesss!!"

Emily collapsed forward, her body shaking with her own powerful climax. Cassie eased out of her, the girl's pussy stretched and gaping. Cassie couldn't resist dipping her tongue in there and getting a good taste of the young girl's sweet snatch before they both lay together.

"That was great," Emily said. "I hope you liked it. Michael said you were special and now I know. Can I ... see you out of work too? I'd like to do this again. A lot."

Cassie smiled. Michael had been right; she had an amazing effect on people.

"Of course, I'll introduce you to my friend Jane. I'm sure we can... have some fun together," Cassie winked.

"I'd like that," Emily smiled. "I've got to go now, your next surprised is on the way, I expect."

Cassie watched the girl disappear into the darkness, lying back at the head of the bed and waiting for her next course. Nothing happened. Minutes went by and she was puzzled. Hadn't the girl said she was getting another surprise? What was going on?

Finally, out of the gloom, two more women appeared. This time they were much older than Cassie, at least in their forties. Still, they were in great shape and Cassie smiled wickedly as they climbed onto the bed without a word, one on each side of her.




Cassie Needs the Money Ch. 06



Both were experienced lovers, showing Cassie things she hadn't imagined, coaxing wonderful orgasms out of her and teaching her how to do the same for her female lovers. When they finished, Cassie was just lying on the bed, chest heaving, coming down after the women had forced two orgasms out of her within seconds of each other.

"I hope you enjoyed your little surprises," Michael said, appearing next to her.

"Oh yes, very much so," Cassie sighed. "I think I'd like for you to fuck me now, round the evening off."

Michael stripped and entered her easily, the two slowly, passionately making love into the small hours of the morning.