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Carole's Orgy

By: jack_straw



Carole Banning stared out the window of the Lear Jet at the banks of clouds below. She wrung her hands nervously and felt a gnawing in her guts. She had always hated to fly. This trip was only her fourth time to ride in a plane, her first in a private jet, and she was nervous to begin with. Add the fact that she was flying to New York, and she that was that much more afraid.

She had watched, along with everyone else, on that awful morning over a year and a half previously as the disasters in New York and Washington had unfolded, and all she could see in her mind’s eye at that moment were jetliners smashing into tall buildings. Carole forced the images out of her mind, and fortunately, right then her attention was distracted by the steward, who was offering her some wine. She asked for a white zinfandel, and the steward produced a bottle, opened it, poured her a glass then left the bottle in a bucket of ice. As she took a big swallow of the tart liquid, Carole was grateful for the soothing effect of the liquor on her nervous stomach and jittery disposition.

It was a Thursday morning in late April, the culmination of a whirlwind 24 hours that had begun the previous morning, when she received an urgent message from Mary Jones to come see her bosses, the Bourne Brothers, in their big office immediately. Carole had worked for Bourne and Bourne since September of the previous year, and Mary was the Bourne Brothers’ personal secretary. The company was a major stock brokerage firm headquartered in a mid-sized Southern city. Twin brothers Peter Bourne and Paul Bourne had been hugely successful on Wall Street in the early 1980s and had formed their own company around 1985, which had been equally successful.

But the company harbored a dark secret, as Carole had found out in February, about nine weeks ago. She had been called into the Bournes’ office and accused of embezzling $150,000 from a major client of the firm. As an accountant, she had handled the account, and now the money was gone. She had vehemently denied the charge, but they claimed to have extensive evidence of her wrongdoing, and threatened to send her to jail and prosecute her if she didn’t have sex with them right then and there.

Naturally, she had balked, but when Ralph, the security chief, had slapped handcuffs on her and hauled her toward the door, she had consented, reluctantly. The Bournes then had fucked her like she’d never been fucked before, and once they got her going, she had responded like a wild woman. When they had finished, they had made her a devil’s bargain. They would pay back the $150,000 to the client out of their own pocket, but in return she had to agree to take on a new job with new responsibilities for an indefinite period of time.

The position was euphemistically called the liaison officer, but in reality she was to serve as the company sex toy, their whore. She would be expected to service men and women in the company’s upper management as part of a rewards and incentive system, and top clients with whom the firm wanted to curry favor. Again, she had balked, but when she was shown newspaper clippings about a woman who had refused to take the offer, she had seen that there was no way out. The woman had been successfully prosecuted and sent to prison for a 6 to10 year term. Carole felt she couldn’t risk that, so with a heavy heart, she had agreed to take the position, even though it meant jeopardizing her marriage of nearly 22 years.

Of course, it was all a scam, the “evidence” an elaborate fabrication. The Bourne Brothers had set up the liaison officer’s position as a reaction to their loathing of women in general, and specifically a blind hatred of their father’s widow, his sixth wife, who had conned them out of ownership of a successful plantation that had been in their family for eight generations. It also showed their contempt for the institution of marriage, which they believed had given this woman, and all of their father’s other wives, the means to rip them off.

So as a measure of revenge, they had made sure they created a whore’s position for a married woman of their stepmother’s age. They filled it with women who looked similar to their nemesis: average size, nicely built, straight shoulder-length dark hair and pretty. Carole was the 14th woman to fill the position in the 18 years the company had existed. The Bournes had become very adept at finding vulnerable women like Carole, and had become experts at creating forged documents that gave the appearance of wrongdoing. They had been good enough at it to convince a prosecutor to press the case and good enough to convince a jury to convict Karla Jackson back in 1998.  

Carole hated the idea of cheating so flagrantly on Mark, her husband, but she felt she had no choice. And once she decided to get into it, she had gotten into it in a big way. Carole had reasoned that if she was good, if she put everything she had into the job, the Bournes might keep her term of service short. So she had thrown herself into the job with gusto, and, she had to admit, she had been getting more good sex than she had had in her entire life. She was sort of reliving her youth, her wild late high school and early college days, when she had led a very active sex life. That had changed the second semester of her junior year in college, when she had met Mark. Until that fateful day that past February, she had never had another man after she’d met and married him. But by now, she had lost count of how many different men and women had used her body in the nine weeks she’d been doing this.

By the time she finished her second glass of wine, she was feeling a warm glow in her insides, and she could feel herself begin to get hot in anticipation of what would happen when they touched down in New York. The Bournes had told her brusquely that she was to take the day, and go with Mary to buy some nice, sexy clothes, that she was to accompany them to New York for a shareholder’s meeting. They would leave bright and early in the morning and would return Sunday evening.

At first, she had tried to get out of going, but they had insisted, hinting of dire consequences if she refused. They told her to tell Mark she was going to personally deliver a report to the shareholders on the major project she had allegedly been working on. That had been the standing excuse for the increasing number of late nights she’d been working, when in fact, she was out on dates with company executives or top clients of the company. She had told Mark that she’d gotten a promotion, with a raise in pay, but also with added responsibilities. She hated lying to her husband, but she knew she couldn’t let on what she was really doing. If she had, she knew, her marriage, which had up to then been a good one, would be over.

So she had gone shopping with Mary, buying several new dresses, all of them short, to better show off her dancer’s legs, plus some other items, and had come home early to pack. She had fixed a nice big meal for her family – the Bannings had three kids: a son at college, and a daughter and another son in high school – the first time she’d done that in several weeks, and had sprung the news at dinner. Mark had not been pleased. They had had plans for a weekend of spring cleaning, and he was leery of her going off to New York alone with the Bournes, no matter how honorable Carole said they were. There were a lot of things about Carole’s new job that he didn’t like, and this was just one more. They had argued about it, but before the night was over, they had made up, as they always did, and even had sex that night for the first time in several months. 

As she lay awake listening to her husband snore, she thought to herself that maybe if she and Mark had done this more often maybe she wouldn’t have given off the signals of a woman whose body was hungry for sex. It wouldn’t have, because the Bournes had picked her out not long after she walked in the accounting office for her initial interview. Leon, the accounting manager, had immediately alerted the Brothers that he had the next liaison officer interviewing for the job that they always used as the lead-in to the whore’s position.

But Carole didn’t know that, and she let herself cry about her situation for the first time since she’d agreed to take the Bournes’ offer. She loved Mark, and had almost from the first day they had met. She didn’t want to lose him, or her children, but she was trapped. 

Nevertheless, she had put it behind her that morning and dressed in a sexy skirt and jacket set, complete with stockings and a garter belt, and, by rule, no panties or bra. The Bournes’ driver had met her at her front door at 6:30 a.m., just when everyone in the house was starting to stumble out of bed. She didn’t want to give Mark a chance to see what she was, or, more importantly, what she wasn’t wearing. So she’d kissed everyone quickly and out the door she went. As the car drove off, Mark stared long and hard as it disappeared, then shook his head as he reentered the house. He had to get the kids off to school and himself to his job as a copy editor for the local daily newspaper, so he didn’t have time to dwell on his mounting doubts about Carole’s job.


Carole’s reverie was suddenly broken by the touch of a hand running up the inside of her left thigh, past the tops of her stockings, up to her naked pussy. She looked over sharply to see that Peter Bourne had moved into the seat next to her and was working his right hand up her short skirt.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just priming the pump, so to speak,” Peter said, as he felt Carole’s pussy begin to swell and moisten under his touch. “Remember, this is my plane, I can do whatever I want. And right now, I want to feel that hot little pussy of yours and get you warmed up for later.”

Carole sighed, laid her head back on the seat, spread her legs and let him do whatever he wanted. She had no illusions about what she would be doing in New York. She knew she was going to be passed around to shareholders and clients as a reward and incentive. She was going to New York to get thoroughly fucked; she just didn’t know all of the particulars.

Peter worked a couple of fingers into Carole’s juicy pie, feeling the wetness begin to boil. With his thumb, he rolled her clit around, getting a groan of arousal from Carole. It was all Carole could do to keep from hiking up her skirt, pulling out Peter’s dick and riding him until he filled her with his hot cum. Indeed, that’s what she thought he wanted, so she turned her face to Peter and they kissed, long and hot, as Peter continued slowly playing with her pussy. Carole ran her hand over the bulge in Peter’s pants, but he stopped her when she went to unzip the fly.

“Not yet,” he said, removing his hand from Carole’s twat. “I want us to take our time. Paul’s going to join us, and we have a real treat waiting for you when we get settled in.”

Carole could have cried from the frustration. Peter had expertly brought her climbing toward an orgasm, but had stopped before she could get her much-needed relief. Carole knew she was becoming addicted to sex, if that was possible. She was finding she needed sex just about every day, or she went nuts. That was one reason she had moved in on Mark the night before; she hadn’t had her daily dose of cum, and she had found herself aching for it. She smiled as she thought of her husband. Last night had reminded her of why she’d married him. He was kind and considerate, a very good lover, when they got the mood right, and he had a very nice 8-inch dick that she had always enjoyed. But, as always, when she thought about Mark, she thought about what she was doing behind his back, and she felt the pangs of guilt. So she put her husband out of her mind, poured another glass of wine and looked ahead.

Peter had gotten up and moved to another part of the plane, and Carole decided to try for some rest. But just as she was drifting off, she felt the seat next to her being filled once again, and again she felt a hand moving up her skirt. It was Paul this time, and he wasted no time getting his fingers in Carole’s cunt. He used his left hand on her pussy, while pulling her skirt up to her waist with his right. Carole didn’t care; all she wanted was for one of these men to make her cum.

Paul was leaning over in the seat whispering in Carole’s ear, telling her how hot her pussy was, and how much he was looking forward to getting to New York, getting to their Manhattan apartment, and getting her naked. Carole just closed her eyes and let Paul take her on an escalator to ecstasy. The wine and the Brothers’ hands were giving her a warm glow all over.

Carole opened her eyes just a bit, and when she did, she sat up straight and gave a sharp little scream. There looking through the curtain at her was the steward, an elderly gentleman, who had a very ungentlemanly bulge in his uniform pants. He was staring at her wet, exposed pussy with undisguised lust. Paul looked up and told Carole to relax, that the man was harmless, as he continued to stroke her pussy.

“That log between his legs doesn’t look too harmless,” Carole said. She had always had a secret weakness for men with big dicks, and the steward appeared to have a very nice-sized cock.

“Maybe you’d like to see it, to stroke it, to suck it?” Paul asked. Then to the steward he said, “It’s your lucky day, Malcolm. I think the lady wants to suck your cock. Don’t you, my dear?”

Carole didn’t answer, but simply crawled onto her knees in front of Malcolm, opened the zipper on his uniform slacks and saw a gnarly 9-inch cock spring out, fully loaded. Malcolm couldn’t believe his luck. The Bournes were usually fairly contemptuous of their hired help, and had never before offered him one of their whores. It was like a scene out of one of the porno magazines he kept at home, as Carole licked the underside of his cock, opened her mouth wide and sucked him deep in her throat.

In the nine weeks she’d been doing this, Carole had become an expert cocksucker, able to deep throat all but the biggest cocks, and she inhaled Malcolm’s iron-hard dick all the way until her nose was buried in his white pubic hairs. She swirled her tongue around the shaft as she bobbed her head furiously up and down on his cock.

It didn’t take much of this for Malcolm to start moaning loudly and humping his hips wildly, driving his cock relentlessly in Carole’s throat. With a strangled gasp, he thrust his dick deep in Carole’s throat one final time and shot a gargantuan cum load straight into her stomach. Malcolm’s cum was thick and tasty, and there was so much of it that she simply could not swallow it all. Twin rivulets of semen dribbled out the corners of her mouth as she worked her throat on the still-spurting cock, milking every drop.

When he was finished cumming, Malcolm backed away, put his dick back in his pants, gave Paul a small bow and left quickly with a word of thanks. 

As he watched the steward leave, Paul marveled at how quickly and easily Carole had slipped into the role of cum slut. Women were all the same, he thought with a smirk; under the proper motivation, any woman could be turned into a cum-craving whore. 

Carole sat back in her seat, poured another glass of wine and wiped the excess cum from her chin. The encounter had left her shaking with the need to cum, and she thought about hiking up her skirt and frigging herself to orgasm, but as she started to pull her skirt back up and go at it, Paul shook his head and told her not to, that he wanted her in stark need when they arrived at the apartment. Then he left, trusting that Carole would not disobey him.

The rest of the flight was uneventful; a meal was served and Carole concentrated on putting a dent in the bottle of wine. She had started drinking quite a bit more than she ever had before. She had found that when she was liquored up, she was more relaxed, hornier and more uninhibited. And alcohol also helped dull the feelings of guilt at what she was doing. She could lose herself in an alcoholic haze and not have to think about why she was doing what she was doing. She could just react and go with the flow of the moment.

By the time the plane touched down at a private airfield on Long Island, Carole had drained the bottle and was feeling no pain. Indeed, she was feeling quite good. She had a warm glow in her stomach from the wine and a hot spot between her legs that the effects of the wine and the manipulation of her pussy had triggered. 

It was a warm, sunny day in New York as Peter, Paul and Carole climbed in a limo for the drive into Manhattan. A bottle of champagne was opened and the trio sat back to enjoy the hour-long drive to their destination. Peter sat on Carole’s left and Paul on her right, and as soon as they were rolling, they both went to work on Carole. Paul ran both hands between her legs while Peter kissed her furiously. Carole’s cunt was bubbling with arousal as Paul thumbed her clit and stroked two fingers in her pussy. Peter ran his tongue sensuously over her left ear and down her neck, sending shivers of lust all through Carole’s body.

Carole could feel a big climax building, building, building, but before she could cum, both brothers pulled away and sat back in the seat. Carole let out a guttural growl of frustration, but she knew better than to complain. She just clenched her fists and waited it out. When the twins felt she had descended back to some normality, they started in on her again, this time with Peter fingering her twat and Paul giving her incredibly sensuous kisses. Paul even unbuttoned the jacket that was the top half of her outfit and kissed and sucked her right breast. Carole knew they were teasing her, but she couldn’t help the lust that once again began to spiral upward. And once again, they left her hanging.

By the time the limo reached its destination, a swanky apartment building in the Upper West Side, Carole was ready to fuck about anything with a dick, animal, vegetable or mineral. The Bournes had kept up their teasing all the way into the city, and her every nerve was on edge. She was also quite inebriated, having downed three flutes of the bubbly liquor to go with the bottle of white she’d consumed on the plane.

As soon as the door closed on the apartment, Peter and Paul sandwiched Carole between them. Peter kissed Carole deeply, while thrusting his hips into her backside. Paul’s hands reached around and unbuttoned the jacket and pulled it down her arms. That was the cue for Peter to take both of her tits in each hand and alternate licking and kissing the coral-colored nipples, while Paul licked and nipped at her ears from behind. Carole let her head loll back as the lust swelled in her groin. Paul took that opportunity to lean in and kiss her furiously.

Peter took his time working Carole’s breasts. Her tits were full and round without being excessive, just right in the brothers’ view, and her nipples were pointed out like little erasers and were very sensitive. A low groan escaped from her lips as the brothers switched positions, Paul moving to the front and Peter to the rear. Peter and Carole kissed wantonly while Paul worked on Carole’s tits.

Moving down until he was on his knees in front of her, Paul reached around and unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving Carole naked except for her stockings, garter belt and high heels. Paul ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, to her dripping wet cunt. He plowed two fingers deep in her pussy, and Carole felt a sharp spike of arousal roll through her body. Peter reached around and cupped Carole’s tits, squeezing the pointed tips between his fingers.

“God, please fuck me,” Carole breathed. At that moment, nothing in the world mattered except getting her hot pussy around one of these fine specimens of cock. That was the signal the brothers were waiting for. Moving away from Carole, they leisurely stripped off their clothes, exposing their juicy 10-inch cocks, the ones that had brought Carole so much pleasure back in February. The twins had stayed away from Carole over these nine weeks, letting her get conditioned to accepting anything anyone had to offer in the way of sex before they took her deeper into lust.


Carole's Orgy



When they were naked, they stood in front of Carole, pressing their naked bodies to hers, as they took turns kissing her and thrusting their tongues deep in her mouth. Then they subtly pressed down on her shoulders, and Carole needed no further urging, dropping to her knees in front of these two marvelous dicks. She took each in hand, and her eyes gleamed as she watched a fat drop of pre-cum boil out the tips of each cock. It somehow gave her a thrill to know that she turned on these two powerful men. With a flick of her tongue, she licked the clear fluid off the end of each dick, opened her mouth and accepted the cock on her left, which belonged to Paul. She sucked him all the way to the root, humming with satisfaction as she did.

Paul wrapped his hands in Carole’s dark, silky hair and pulled her head back and forth on his throbbing boner. After a few minutes of this, she turned her attention to Peter and gave him the same treatment, throating his cock furiously while Peter guided her movements. Back and forth she went between the two cocks, then she brought both heads to her mouth and slashed her tongue over the purple heads. At one point, she even tried to stuff both cocks in her mouth at the same time, and managed to get both heads into her mouth, which had the effect of stretching her lips as wide as they could go.

Carole could feel a hard climax building in her loins, and she was wondering how long it would be before they gave her what she wanted, what she needed. The answer was soon forthcoming. Pulling her mouth away from their hard, pulsing dicks, the twins moved away momentarily then positioned themselves to give Carole the fucking of her life. Peter stood in front of Carole, while Paul moved in, kneeling behind her. He rubbed the head of his dick between her pussy lips and up between her ass cheeks before pushing the head of his dick past the opening to her pussy until just the head was in.

“Tell me what you want,” Paul said, teasing her with his dick. “You know what you want.”

“Please, please, put it in, fill me up,” Carole panted. And as she did, she arched her back and thrust her hips back onto Paul’s smoking-hot pistol. Every inch of Paul’s big cock plunged into Carole’s drooling cunt, and as he filled her up, Carole gave a long groan of satisfaction. As she quickly got into rhythm, Peter offered her his cock to suck, and she inhaled his boner like a starving person, sucking, kissing and licking his cock with total abandon.

Back and forth, they pushed and pulled her, stoking her lust to the heights of ecstasy. With a sharp squeal, she felt her climax rush through her and she humped wildly on the two cocks in her body. The brothers nodded at each other in a knowing fashion. It was time to show this whore a new trick. Pulling their cocks out of their respective holes, they got themselves into position. Peter lay down on the floor, his 10-inch cock aimed at the ceiling.

“C’mon and ride me, Carole, show me how much you love my cock,” Peter said. Carole didn’t hesitate, but straddled Peter’s hips, with her knees on the floor, and melted her gushing cunt down on Peter’s cock. 

Carole howled as she felt Peter impale her with his luscious fuck tool, and she quickly started in an up-and-down motion, while Peter thrust his hips up, driving his dick as deep as possible in her flooded pussy. Suddenly, Carole felt Paul’s fingers delving around the outside of her pussy, gathering as much of her wetness as he could. This he smeared around Carole’s asshole, getting her nice and wet, then he plunged two fingers deep in her rectum, fingering her ass in time with the steady thrusts of his brother.

Even through the lustful and drunken haze that had veiled her consciousness, this got Carole’s attention. She had an inkling of what they wanted, and she felt a sudden surge of panic.

“What are you doing? You’ll break me in half,” she squealed.

“Relax, once we get going, you’ll experience things you never thought you could experience,” Paul said in a seductive tone. As he did, he pressed the head of his cock to Carole’s ass, and when Peter pulled her up until only the head of his dick was in her pussy, Paul pushed his dick past her anal ring, into her ass. On an unspoken signal, they both pushed their cocks in to the hilt, skewering Carole on their twin hot rods.

Carole felt an exquisite feeling of fullness like she’d never felt before. She had heard of these so-called double penetrations, but she had never thought it could feel like this. As the Bournes quickly set up a twin fucking motion, Carole felt a mad rush of lust surge up through her body in a white-hot flash, and she found herself screaming for them to fuck her hard, to fuck her with everything they had, to never stop fucking her. She could feel the two throbbing 10-inchers pounding in and out of her holes in a well-practiced rhythm, with only a thin membrane separating them.

It didn’t take much of this before Carole was babbling out an orgasm of gargantuan proportions. It surged through her body like quicksilver, exploding in her brain like a tidal wave. While Paul gripped her hips from behind, Peter filled his hands with her sweat-slick tits as they fucked her with a barely-controlled wildness. Carole, too, was going wild between these two men whom she hated, yet could not get enough of.

Like a string of firecrackers, Carole’s orgasms were firing off, one after the other, as she lost herself in the most fierce fucking she’d yet received in the nine weeks since she’d been lured into the world of illicit sex. The brothers, too, were beginning to lose control as they pumped faster and harder in each of her horny holes. Nodding at each other, the twins fucked her extremely hard for three more thrusts then exploded in each of her holes.

Carole felt the twin jets of cum fill her to overflowing, as each brother shot a dozen or more white-hot spurts of thick, creamy cum. With a gasp, Carole came wildly as the brothers spent themselves deep in her body.

Finally, the trio’s passion subsided and they slumped together in a sweaty heap. Paul disengaged his cock from Carole’s ass, followed by a thick river of gooey cum. When Peter pulled his dick out, another river of cum oozed out of Carole’s pussy and down the inside of her legs.

“Wow!” Carole breathed, as she lay on the carpeted floor next to Peter, cum still dripping from both of her holes. “That was something! Let’s do that again. But first, I need a drink.” Paul walked to the bar and fixed her a stiff rum and coke, while Carole idly played with the hairs on Peter’s chest.

After the twins had regained some strength and after Carole had downed two more rum and cokes, during which time she had thoughtfully called home to leave a phone number where she could be reached, the trio adjourned to the bedroom. Peter lay down on the bed and waved Carole over to suck his cock. Carole dove right in, crawling between his legs and plunging his cock deep into her mouth and into her throat. The potent rum had fired up her insides again, and she was eager for more hot sex.

When Peter was fully hard again, he got up on his knees, turning Carole around so she was on her knees in front of him. Pulling her butt cheeks open, he gazed down momentarily at her red, swollen anus, which still gleamed wetly with the remnants of Paul’s cum. Carole looked over her shoulder at Peter in open lust.

“Fuck my ass, Peter; it’s open just for you,” she said drunkenly. The first time Peter had fucked her ass, nine weeks earlier, she had been a virgin back there and had thought anal sex to be disgusting. But she had quickly come to appreciate the feeling of having her ass filled with a big, hard cock, and she always came in buckets when one of her clients fucked her ass.

Peter shook himself out of his reverie and pressed the bloated head of his dick to Carole’s asshole and pushed it in, all the way in one long plunge. Carole howled at the feeling of pain/pleasure that always accompanied the initial entry into her rectum. It was a feeling she had come to love, and she felt her lust swell as Peter began to fuck her ass with purposeful strokes.

Just then, Paul emerged from the bathroom, where he’d taken a quick shower. He chuckled at the scene before him, their newly minted whore on her knees on the bed with his brother’s cock embedded in her ass. Carole looked up at him with a wild lust in her eyes, and beckoned him to bring his cock over so she could suck it. Paul knelt on the bed in front of Carole and held his cock out to her. She grabbed it and started licking and kissing the shaft, the head and his balls with frenzy. Then she gobbled up his cock, sucking it all the way to the hilt without so much as a single gag.

If Carole hadn’t been in the fuck zone before, she was definitely there now. All of her senses were focused on the rock-hard cocks that were bringing her sublime pleasure. Nothing mattered except her animal passion, and she humped her ass back and forth on Peter’s cock, hoping to get as much dick in her ass as she could.

The twins looked at each other with an unspoken communication, then Peter lay back on the bed, keeping his dick firmly in Carole’s ass as he pulled her up until she was sitting on his cock. Carole knew just what to do, and she got her feet under her, onto the bed, braced herself with her hands on the bed and started riding Peter like some wildly demented cowgirl. In this position, with her legs spread wide, her hot, wet pussy was open and inviting, and Paul didn’t hesitate. He crawled right in between her legs, pushed the head of his cock past her juicy pussy lips and thrust his dick all the way in.

Almost the moment Paul hit bottom, Carole threw her head back and screamed as a massive orgasm ripped through her guts. Peter had to grab her around the chest as she writhed and rocked between their two hard-charging cocks. The twins used Carole like a sandwich, pumping and grinding their dicks in each hole with wild abandon.

For the better part of an hour, the twins fucked Carole. Sometimes they went at her hard, and other times they slowed down to an almost sensual rhythm. Carole was beyond consciousness as orgasm after orgasm swept through her body. She was covered in sweat as she let these men fuck her like a rag doll. Peter and Paul were seemingly inexhaustible, but eventually they felt the tingling in their balls that told each of them another hard, rusty load was ready to fire.

As the twins picked up the pace, fucking her harder then ever, Carole was roused to something approaching coherence as a weak, final orgasm began to build. With a sweaty roar, the twins arched their backs and exploded with rocket shots of cum. Paul could feel Carole’s pussy clench around his spurting cock as he felt Peter’s cock swell and fire deep in her ass. Carole let out an exhausted groan as her final orgasm oozed out of her body.

When they were finished cumming, Carole was passed out cold, so they carried her to the other bedroom and laid her down, then they showered and left to meet some people and make some arrangements for further entertainment that weekend.

Carole awoke around midnight with a throbbing head, a parched throat and an empty stomach. Once again, the melancholia about her situation threatened to overwhelm her, especially when she saw that Mark had called. But she quickly banished the thought and looked ahead. No point in getting upset now, she thought, you’re here and you’re going to do whatever they want you to do, so you might as well enjoy it. And after a shower, she felt better and discovered that the twins had left a box of Chinese food for her. She scarfed that down, gazing out the window at the city that lay out before her as she ate. She watched a little television then went back to bed.

She awoke early the next morning to the sound of the twins preparing for the day. They had business to conduct that would require most of their day, but they had invited someone to come around and show Carole the sights. Then they left, leaving her alone. An hour later, she was dressed and ready to go. She had opted for comfort rather than sexiness that day, and wore a pair of jeans, her sturdy tennis shoes and a nice, but conservative blouse, with a button-down sweater, as it was supposed to be a fairly breezy day. She hadn’t been dressed long when the doorbell to the apartment rang. She looked out the peephole to see a very good-looking woman of about her age, maybe a little older, standing in the hallway. The woman was a little taller than average, maybe 5-10, with long blonde hair done in what looked like an expensive loose perm that swept back off her forehead and cascaded past her shoulders to just past her breasts, which Carole could see were ample.

Carole opened the door to let the woman in, and was greeted warmly.

“Hi, I’m Judy, Judy Henderson,” the woman said as she swept into the apartment. Carole froze when she heard the woman’s name. It was the Henderson account that had gotten her in trouble at the start. Could this woman be associated with that account? As it turned out, she was in fact the wife of Henry Henderson, who was indeed the rich industrialist whose account she had supposedly embezzled.

However, Judy quickly put Carole at ease. She was an upbeat woman of some taste, and Carole quickly found herself liking this woman, in spite of her reservations. Judy spent the day escorting Carole around to all of the important tourist spots, since this was Carole’s first time to visit the city. They paid their respects at Ground Zero, drove past the United Nations building, then, after lunch at a very nice restaurant, they took the ferry out to the Statue of Liberty. Along the way, Carole bought some souvenirs for her family, which was hard, since any time she thought about Mark and the kids she was hit with the usual pangs of guilt.

Nevertheless, as the day wore on, Carole spent more and more time stealing glances at Judy with growing lust. Ever since her first lesbian encounter that first day as the liaison officer, Carole had come to appreciate sex between two women, and she found herself thinking about how Judy would look naked. And apparently the feeling was mutual, for Judy started making a point of casually touching Carole as they took in the sights, putting her hands on Carole’s arms, brushing a finger across her butt or pressing their thighs together.

So it came as no surprise to Carole that when they returned to the apartment, Judy suggested that Carole accompany her out to their beachfront home on Long Island. A quick call to Paul Bourne’s cell phone elicited an OK to go out and spend some time with Judy and her husband. Paul chuckled when the call was completed. It was working out just like they’d planned. Henderson and his wife would treat Carole to a night she would never forget; taking her one more step down the slippery slope to total lust. Carole had bought a little tote bag that pictured a New York scene, and she filled that with a change of clothes and her toiletries.

When they reached the street, they got in the back of the car that had transported them all over town that day, and as the driver took off for the island, Judy pushed a button that allowed an opaque glass to separate the front seat from the back seat. When their privacy had been assured, Judy looked deeply into Carole’s eyes, brought her lips to Carole’s and the two women kissed slowly at first, but soon they were necking furiously. When they broke the kiss, Judy ran her tongue down Carole’s neck as Carole cradled Judy’s head in her hands. Judy’s left hand snaked between Carole’s legs and pressed up against her jean-covered crotch. 

After a while, they broke the embrace, both women breathing heavily.

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you today,” Judy said. “I’ve been watching those titties of yours bouncing around in that blouse, and it’s taken all of my restraint to keep from pulling your shirt open and licking your nipples. Which is what I think I’ll do now.” And she did, opening Carole’s blouse and sucking and licking each nipple in turn. 

Carole groaned as she felt Judy’s lips and tongue on her sensitive nipples. Judy lavished kisses, sucks and licks on Carole’s breasts, then pulled her mouth away and lightly pinched the rock-hard nipples. Both women were panting when Judy pulled her face away from Carole’s chest and sat back. Carole didn’t need to be asked, but quickly unbuttoned Judy’s expensive silk blouse. She filled her hands with Judy’s fat tits, which were encased in a black bra, and squeezed as she leaned in and kissed Judy’s full lips again. 

Flipping Judy’s tits out of the bra cups, Carole squeezed and pinched the hard pink nipples before moving her head down to give Judy the same treatment that she had gotten moments before. She feasted on Judy’s tits like it was her last meal, and was gratified to hear a moan of mounting arousal come from Judy’s throat. Finally, Judy pulled Carole off her breasts, lest she come too soon.

“Let’s hold this thought until we get home,” Judy said. “I think we’re going to have a real good time tonight.” Then she flipped open her cell phone and called her husband, asking if he was getting the steaks ready for grilling. Somehow, Carole had thought that it would just be the two of them at the beach house, and the thought of Henry brought back to mind the accusation that had started all of this.

“Judy,” she began hesitantly and a little pensively. “I don’t know what the Bournes have told you about me, but I swear I did not steal any money from your husband. It’s possible I made a mistake somewhere, but I’m not a thief. You have to believe me.”

“Oh, I believe you,” Judy replied. “But I know how your situation is. The Bournes are awfully powerful, and it’s better for you just to go along with what they want. They can destroy you if they so desire. But let’s not talk about that. I think you’ll find Henry most forgiving, especially if I tell him to. He usually listens to me.”

Just then a knock came on the glass partition from the driver, signaling that they were near their destination. Leisurely buttoning their blouses, they sat back to wait for their arrival. Minutes later, they were pulling into the drive of a surprisingly modest house that backed onto the Atlantic Ocean. Carole was puzzled. She would have thought someone of Henderson’s means would have one of those East Hampton mansions that she’d always read about. But Judy told her that they came out here to get away from the pretense of the wealthy. They got plenty of that at their main domicile, which was a large house in Westchester, plus they owned an apartment in Manhattan.

Once inside the house, they found Henry Henderson on the back patio, drinking glass of dark beer and working on steaks. He, too, was a surprisingly warm, gentlemanly sort, although Carole could detect that there was steel behind his sparkling blue eyes. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way, about six feet tall and solidly built. Like the Bournes, he had inherited his father’s fortune, but unlike the twins, his father had been a (mostly) one-woman man and had refused to spoil his only son. Henry had been made to work on the line at his father’s plant during his summers away from college, and he had started out after graduating in a modest position, working his way up until his father decided Henry was ready to take over the business.

When they had settled in, and Carole had called home to let everyone know she was all right, Henry popped open another beer, a bottle of Guinness Stout, while Judy and Carole started to work on a bottle of white wine, Carole’s preferred adult beverage. They chatted on the patio while Henry grilled steaks, then the two women went inside and fixed a salad. They chatted amiably through the dinner. When they were done, they retired to the den to watch the gathering night creep over the waterfront. Carole and Judy sat next to each other, while Henry sat in a deep chair across the room.




Carole's Orgy



The wine had made both women a little frisky, and soon their hands were sliding up the insides of each other’s thighs. Without a word, they melted together in a warm embrace that got progressively hotter the longer they kissed. Henry watched his wife and this succulent dish making out with eyes that were on fire. Sex was his big weakness, the only one he allowed himself, and he was very much looking forward to what was about to happen.

When Judy and Carole broke their embrace, they looked over at Henry as if to say, “What are you waiting for?” Draining the last of his beer, Henry stood up and motioned for them to adjourn to the bedroom. Carole was more than ready. This was something new, something pleasurable that she was eagerly anticipating. Henry lay back on the bed, still in his shorts and polo shirt, and motioned for the women to prepare themselves.

Judy and Carole didn’t hesitate, but quickly entwined their arms about each other and kissed passionately, while their hands were busy unbuttoning blouses, and unsnapping and unzipping each other’s pants. Judy was pleasantly surprised to see that Carole was naked under her jeans, as well as her blouse, so it didn’t take long for her to get completely naked. Carole, meanwhile, had removed Judy’s clothes, leaving her clad in her bikini panties and bra. She removed the bra, but Judy stopped her from taking off her panties, telling her to wait.

Carole drank in the sight of Judy nearly naked, and what a sight it was. Judy’s tits were full and round, just a little larger than average, and she was blessed with sensual curves, ending in long, tapered legs and a nearly perfect ass. Judy, too, was impressed with Carole’s body. Carole had figured out pretty quickly that if she was to do this job right, she had to be in shape, and she had toned herself into a very taut body by going to the gym each weekday morning before work, instead of the three days a week she’d gone before.

Judy ran her hand between Carole’s legs, and gave a sharp gasp when she discovered Carole’s pussy was already dripping wet. Her long tapered fingers roamed freely between Carole’s cunt lips, framed as they were by a well-trimmed bush, then penetrated her pussy with her middle finger. Carole groaned heavily as Judy fingered her pussy. But before she could get too far along, Judy stopped and they turned their attention to Henry, whose shorts failed to disguise a large bulge between his legs.

Crawling on either side of him in the bed, they each lavished kisses to his mouth then went about stripping Henry naked. Judy pulled his shirt over his head while Carole quickly removed his shorts then his boxers. Carole gave a seductive coo when she saw Henry Henderson’s dick for the first time. It was classically proportioned, with a perfect head and a shaft that was solid, but not too fat. And it was long, easily an inch longer than the Bournes’ 10-inchers. Judy chuckled when she saw Carole’s reaction. Her husband’s cock never failed to impress the many women – or men – that they often brought to the house to play with.

Carole ran her hands all up and down the smooth shaft down to his heavy-laden balls, and her eyes gleamed as a big teardrop of pre-cum bubbled out the tip.

“Go on, suck it; it’s all yours,” Judy said softly. “At least for the time being.” That was all the invitation Carole needed. With her hands still softly caressing Henry’s meat, she crawled down the bed until she was eye level with his cock. Opening her mouth, she ran her lips and tongue up and down the shaft, until she came up to the tip. She stuck out her tongue and flicked off the drooling pre-cum and rolled it around in her mouth before working her mouth over the head. Slowly, ever so slowly, she took more and more of Henry’s dick into her mouth and into her throat, and she didn’t stop until she had sucked every inch of him into her maw. Pulling up slightly, she began to slowly work Henry’s cock with long, sensual sucks, pulling her mouth almost off the purple shaft then filling her throat with all of him.

Judy’s eyes sparkled as she watched Carole suck her husband; leaning her head close into his, she whispered in his ear, “She’s good, isn’t she?”

Henry just nodded, his eyes closed both in reverie and self-control. He was indeed impressed. Not many women were able to deep-throat him on their first try, but Carole had taken him in like she’d been doing it all of her life.

After a few minutes, though, Carole had to come up for air, and when she did she motioned for Judy to come down and join her. This was something she’d fantasized about for a very long time, sharing her man with another woman, only she’d always assumed that she’d be the wife sharing and not the other way around. No matter, she was feeling her arousal build just from the sheer eroticism of the moment.

Judy quickly shuffled her way down the bed to join Carole at her husband’s crotch, and when Carole leaned down to suck on Henry’s balls, Judy plunged her mouth over the swollen flesh and sucked her husband to the very root. After all these years, and all of the men and women they’d shared, she never got tired of Henry’s cock. It was what had attracted her to him in the first place, well before they discovered they were in love, and she had made it her business to see that that cock was always well satisfied.

After Judy had sucked on Henry’s cock for a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off and worked her lips and tongue down the shaft and back up to the top, while Carole moved her lips and tongue up from his balls, and together the two women slathered Henry’s dick with licks, kisses and sucks. Each woman took a few sucks then held the dick for the other to suck. Even as they shared Henry’s cock, Judy worked her right hand between Carole’s pussy, and was strumming her clit and fingering her twat. As she worked her hands in Carole’s dripping wet cunt, the two women worked Henry’s dick until Carole moved away, letting Judy have exclusive sucking privileges.

While Judy resumed her solo work on Henry’s cock with her mouth, Carole slid across the bed until she was staring straight into Judy’s panty-covered pussy. Carole lingered there for a moment, inhaling the tart aroma of aroused womanhood, then she eagerly covered Judy’s crotch with her whole mouth, trying to taste as much of her essence as she could. When that wasn’t enough, she pulled the crotch away from Judy’s dripping cunt and gazed momentarily at a very pretty pussy, with perfectly formed lips, a prominent clit and a bush that was trimmed almost bare, with just a thin strip of hair covering her lips.

Carole didn’t linger long, however, but quickly wrapped her lips around Judy’s clit, then slashed her tongue down the gushing gash, and quickly settled down to the delightful business of eating out a very tasty twat. After a few minutes, she paused to pull Judy’s panties off her butt, while Judy lifted her legs to allow Carole easier access. With her panties stretched between her knees, Judy let the swirling emotions of passion sweep over her, and she rolled her hips around to make sure every part of her steaming hole got a workout.

The panties were soon discarded and Judy splayed her legs wide as Carole munched with increasing frenzy on her boiling pussy, and it wasn’t long before Judy felt a white-hot orgasm rush to the surface and explode through her body. Writhing, moaning and grunting, Judy spilled out her orgasm while Carole lapped up every bit of her female juice. 

When Judy was finally through cumming, she beckoned for Carole to crawl up and straddle her face, and when she did, Judy wrapped her hands around Carole’s waist and pulled the dripping wet cunt onto her mouth, leading with her tongue.

Carole rode Judy’s face madly, feeling Judy’s tongue and lips all over her burning-hot cunt. As she did, Henry took that opportunity to climb up on his knees before offering Carole his cock again, and when he did, she gobbled it down with utter abandon, sucking, licking, kissing and generally slobbering all over his lengthy log as she humped wildly on Judy’s face. And when Judy ran her tongue briskly over her asshole, Carole lost all control, spurting out a sizzling orgasm that rocked her to her very core.


Henry and Judy gave Carole almost no time to recover. Judy crawled out from under Carole’s body, while Henry flipped Carole onto her back so she lay widespread in front of him. Carole looked up at Henry with eyes that were dazed with lust.

“Fuck me, Henry, please, fuck me with your beautiful cock,” Carole whispered. And Henry obliged her. As Judy knelt next to him, grasping his cock at the base to steady it, he pressed the head of his dick to her dripping hole and began to slowly, but steadily, push his way in, and in and in. Carole felt like she was being fed a mile of cock as Henry just kept pushing his 11 inches deeper and deeper into her pussy. And the more cock she took, the wilder she got, squealing and cooing and babbling until he finally bottomed out. When he did, Carole started humping her hips wildly around his cock. She was lost in the orgasm zone, where little orgasms kept firing off, one after the other, each one a little stronger than the last one.

Henry bent down, taking Carole fully in his arms and kissing her with fevered kisses as he pumped his cock in a steady, but controlled rhythm back and forth in Carole’s clutching cunt. Carole had begun to master the art of clenching her abdominal muscles to squeeze a cock while it was in her pussy, and she subconsciously used the technique on Henry, eliciting a grunt of surprise. Carole reveled in the tingles that were produced when their sweaty bodies slid over each other as they fucked.

Right about then, Carole saw her vision become obscured as Judy straddled her head and planted her hot pussy on Carole’s mouth. Carole reached up, pulled Judy’s hips down and devoured the slithering slit that was doing a samba on her face. Judy’s head lolled back as she drank in the sensations of having her pussy expertly licked. Carole was in utter sex heaven as she ate Judy’s cunt while Henry fucked her with increasingly brisk strokes. Judy came to earth long enough to lean over, first to kiss her husband furiously, then to work on Carole’s clit and run her tongue over Henry’s cock, which was working like a piston in Carole’s pussy.

Henry was getting very close as he increased his pace until his cock was almost a blur moving back and forth in Carole. Judy picked up her head and watched in awe as her husband reached the firing strokes. He never ceased to amaze her with his sexual prowess, and her eyes were wet with total arousal and the thrill of the moment. With a gasp of, “Here it comes,” he threw his head back, bottomed out a final time and let loose with a wild torrent of cum that raced out the end of his dick and painted Carole’s insides with scalding hot cum.

Carole wasn’t quite to the point of complete orgasm, and she worked her hips and milked his cock with her cunt, taking all of his prodigious load. As if on an unspoken signal, Henry abruptly pulled his cock out of Carole’s pussy, slid back a couple of feet, and watched as Judy pulled Carole’s hips upward, leaned her head in, so her mouth was squarely on Carole’s cunt, and began to powerfully suck Henry’s cum out of Carole’s spastic pussy. She pulled every drop out with her lips, taking care to run her tongue over Carole’s clit, and that was the trigger for Carole to let loose with a gut-wrenching climax. Carole’s whole body shook and shimmied as Judy sucked her clean of Henry’s deposit, swallowing all of her husband’s cum. Then, pulling her face away from Carole momentarily, Judy sucked Henry’s slowly wilting cock into her mouth and licked him clean of any lingering cum. 

That’s what did it for Judy, as Carole had the presence of mind to return to licking the juicy cunt that continued to hover over her head. Back and forth the two women traded orgasmic spasms, giving and taking pleasure until Carole finally passed out from exhaustion and sensory overload.

Judy gingerly rolled off Carole then crawled weakly up the bed to cuddle next to her husband. Soon it was apparent that Carole was done for the night, as she fell into a deep, contented slumber. Eventually, the couple maneuvered Carole so that she was lying next to Judy and the trio spent a most satisfied night’s rest.

When they awoke the next morning, and after their morning coffee, Carole lay back and let Judy leisurely eat her pussy while she watched Henry fuck his wife from behind, then they showered, dressed and sent Carole on her way back to the city with a promise that they would get together again sometime soon. But before they did, they told her some things about her employers that would serve her well at a future date.

The Bournes were eager to hear about her evening, but Carole wasn’t in a telling mood, and, for once, they didn’t press her. The twins had plans for that evening, and they were eager to take Carole shopping for some special things. They took her to several boutiques where they encouraged her to buy some very sexy outfits, including some racy underthings. Then they took her to their favorite sex shop. Carole’s eyes widened as she saw the things on display there. The Brothers instructed her to buy several specific items, including a foot-long vibrator, a fat butt plug and a double-headed rubber dildo. Carole felt embarrassed at buying these items, but the tone in Paul Bourne’s voice told her not to argue with him about it.

When they returned to the apartment, after detouring for lunch, the Brothers told her to take a long bath, to get herself thoroughly clean then to come to the second bedroom, where they would have her things laid out for a party they were going to that night. When she was through bathing, she entered the bedroom then stopped short when she saw the outfit that was laid out for her to wear that night. It was a tight, blood red strapless outfit made of satin that just barely covered her tits, exposing all of her breasts almost to her nipples, and stopped just below the swell of her butt. And that was it, no bra, no panties, no stockings, only the dress and a pair of red spiked heels.

Carole walked out of the bedroom, holding the “dress,” complaining that she couldn’t wear that in public.

“Oh, but you can, and you will,” Peter Bourne answered, handing her a stiff bloody mary as he did. “You will.” Carole sighed in resignation and took a big sip of her drink. She had an inkling that this party they were going to would involve her having sex with a number of men, and the thought suddenly terrified her. She needed some reassurance, so she walked back in the bedroom, closed the door and called home. She just wanted to hear Mark’s voice before she plunged ahead with what the evening might have in store.

Mark, too, was glad to hear Carole’s voice, even if she sounded a little tired. She told him about seeing the sights the previous day, and that the meeting with the shareholders, where she would make her presentation, was set for that night and to wish her luck. She was almost tempted to just spill the beans and let the chips fall where they may, but she knew she couldn’t do that. Whatever else she did, she couldn’t hit Mark with that, especially over the phone.

“Mark, I love you, no matter what,” she said finally as Paul Bourne came in to hurry her along.

“I love you, too,” Mark said, then the call was disconnected, and he felt reassured, although her cryptic, “no matter what,” vaguely troubled him. But he dismissed it as Carole’s way of expressing her love, and went about finishing the chores he and the kids had set themselves to do that Saturday.

Carole quickly donned the dress, and found it hugged her curves like a second skin. When she went to put on her make-up, Paul was there with specific instructions on how he wanted her to look. He told her to lay the lipstick on thick – it was blood red to match her outfit – to put on heavy eye shadow and to apply much mascara as she could.

“We want you to look like the whore you are,” Paul said with a sneer in his voice. Carole’s eyes teared up at this, but what could she say? She was a paid sex provider, and that was the definition of a whore, wasn’t it? But she forced the thought grimly out of her mind, drained the glass of its contents and set about making herself look as whorish as possible. If they want a whore, she told herself, by God, they’ll get a whore.

Even the Bournes were impressed when she emerged, dressed and fully made up. She was given another drink, her third, and advised her to grab some food out of the refrigerator. She ate a couple of pieces of cold chicken quickly, then the twins packed up the big bottle of vodka and a large pitcher of bloody mary mix, along with a couple of other items, and headed for the street. It was a fairly cool night, and Carole’s nipples quickly stood out like sharp points from the chill. When the trio climbed in the limo and drove off, Paul reached in the bag he carried and produced the double-headed dong and a small tube of lube. He squeezed a little lube on the head of each and told Carole to spread her legs and insert the dildo, to get her warmed up for the party, he said.

Carole stared at Paul for a long second, like he was crazy, then sighed, took the fake dick and did as she was told. In spite of her apprehension, the dildo did what it was supposed to do, which was to put her on the fast track to lust. Carole spent the rest of the 90-minute drive feeling little bursts of pleasure while she sucked down three more bloody marys.

By the time they reached their destination, Carole was drunk and horny, and at that point she didn’t care how many men she was going to be expected to take on. What was left of her rational mind was still horrified about the idea of being the center of her first gangbang, but the carnal side of her – the one that was gaining total control of her body – was getting turned on by the prospect. When they had stopped, Paul ordered her to remove the dildo, and when she did, she felt an emptiness that she knew needed to be refilled.

The party was at a very large mansion tucked away in the woods well north of the city. Carole noticed that there were about a dozen vehicles parked in the circular drive, mostly Cadillacs, Lincolns and a couple of limos. A wizened old gent greeted them at the door; he seemed to know the Bournes, and he couldn’t suppress a leer as he swept his gaze up and down Carole’s body. The trio was then met by their host, a large man who oozed wealth, privilege and decadence. He escorted them to the main dining hall, where some two-dozen men sat around a large table just finishing a large meal. All eyes were riveted on Carole and conversation died down, as she strode in with the twins.

“Everyone, this is Carole,” their host intoned in a matter-of-fact way. “The Bournes, whom you all know, have graciously offered her services for the evening as our, um, entertainment. When you arrived, you were handed a slip with a number. That is your position in fucking order. We’re going to do this one at a time to let everyone get a full session with Carole here. We’ll get started as soon as the table has been cleared.” Then he turned to Carole and offered her a drink, which she accepted gratefully then she went to the bathroom to freshen up. As she was taking care of business, she noticed that everything was gold-plated. What a waste, she thought; this bathroom is probably worth more than my whole house. When she was through, she closed her eyes for just a moment to push the thoughts of home out of her mind and to steel herself for what was about to happen. Then she sighed again, left the bathroom and prepared to be the “entertainment.”  

When Carole returned to the dining hall, she was greeted by a sight she would never forget. The table had been stripped bare, and so had all of the guests, who were still seated around the table with dicks that were in various stages of arousal. She was hoisted onto the table and told to show them what she had. 




Carole's Orgy



Carole walked sensually along the length of the table, letting every man there get a good look, and sometimes a good feel, as she did. When she reached the other end of the table, she turned around and began to walk back to the other end, and as she did she pulled her dress up to show them her butt and her now-dripping wet pussy. She gave them her most seductive smile, because in truth, she was beginning to enjoy the undivided attention of these men, and they showed their appreciation by clapping, whistling and making lewd comments. She looked them over as she pulled the dress down to show her tits, with the nipples that jutted out from her tits like little pebbles. There was every type of man imaginable: some blonds, some redheads, some who looked Italian or some other Latin type. There were seven blacks and a couple of Asians and most, but not all, were middle aged or a little younger. As for the dicks, they ranged in size from about 6 inches to a couple of 10-inchers, with a wide variety of thicknesses.

When Carole reached the near end of the table, she pulled the dress over her head and threw it aside, did a little pirouette to show off her curves then hopped down off the table and announced, “You guys want to fuck? Well, who’s first?”

The host took the lead, holding out an average-sized dick and told her to get on her knees and suck him off. Carole didn’t hesitate, but got right on her knees and inhaled his boner all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, whorish sounds with her mouth as she sucked him deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her efforts were rewarded with a thick load of creamy cum.

She had barely swallowed that load, when the next man stepped up with a dick that was a little bit longer and slender. She lavished kisses, licks and sucks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. This man was patient, and she worked on him for quite a while before the rest of the crowd began to grumble in a good-natured way. Soon, he too blew a hot load of cum down her throat.

The next man was a large black man with a dick that was about 9 inches long but fat. He picked her up and laid her on her back on the table, so her head was hanging off the edge, then he fed his fat cock slowly into her throat, while another man spread her legs and began to lick and suck her pussy. Carole could feel an orgasm building rapidly – she’d been on the edge all the way on the drive up from the city – and when the black man suddenly pumped his cock harder and deeper into her throat then fired a huge load down her throat, she felt a sharp orgasm flow out her pussy. She cried out and writhed on the table as she came, and some of the man’s prodigious load dribbled down her cheeks.

“Look at her, she loves this,” said one man. “A true whore,” said another. Carole was beyond caring; all she wanted was for one of these men to put his dick in her pussy and fuck her. But that wasn’t happening just yet, as a fourth man put an average sized cock to her lips and fucked her face furiously, while another man took over eating her pussy. When the man at her head was ready to shoot, he pulled out and fired a heavy load all over her face, to applause from the rest of the crowd.

Carole was then rolled back over so she was on her stomach facing a very long cock belonging to one of the Asian men. He took a long time to cum, feeding her his cock for a while, then pulling it out and rubbing it all in her face, smearing the cum that had been shot there earlier and smearing her make-up as well. Finally, he stuck his dick as deep as he could in her throat and shot a big load straight into her stomach.

Three more men came in succession for blowjobs. The first shot a stupendous load all over her face and into her hair, the second told her to open her mouth then aimed his cum shot so most of it landed on her outstretched tongue, and the third got her back on her knees, then shot off all over her tits. By then, Carole was nearly ready to scream in frustration. She was ready to fuck, but all it seemed these men wanted were blowjobs.

But the eighth man told her to get up on the table, spread her legs and get ready to fuck. The man’s dick was maybe 7 inches long, but it was the fattest cock she’d seen yet that night, and he rammed it in her drooling cunt all the way without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the thrust was painful at first and she gave a painful scream as he pushed it in. That seemed to amuse the crowd, many of whom laughed at her discomfort. Carole ignored them and concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her engorged clit with each inward thrust. It didn’t take much of this before he lifted his head to the ceiling and basted her cunt with his hot sauce. 

Next up was another of the black men, and he had a typically long, slender dong, maybe 10 inches, and when he wormed it slowly all the way in Carole’s pussy, she lost it and began humping her hips up wildly to get even more of his cock up her pussy, and when he came, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him.

From then on, everything was a cum-filled blur. Six more men came up and fucked her; some rolled her over so she was on her knees, others got her on her back. Most of them added to the flood of cum that had flowed out of her pussy and pooled on the table or ran down her thighs; some pulled out and sprayed her belly, her tits or her butt cheeks with cum. She came along with a few of them, until her body was one live wire. Occasionally, when she was momentarily between men, she was offered shots of vodka straight from the bottle, which she accepted enthusiastically.

After that, she was passed to the other end of the room, where a large redheaded man with a nice big dick bent her over a chair and thrust his cock up her ass. He fucked her ass for a long time before filling her rectum with his scalding hot load. Three more men followed him up her ass in that position, all cumming up her ass, until cum was flowing freely down her thighs, then she was picked up and returned to the table on her back where four more men took cracks at her ass. Two of them pulled out and added their cum to the splotches of cum that enlaced her stomach and tits.

After that it was a matter of picking a hole. Some men, most of whom were coming around for seconds, wanted her pussy, some her mouth and others her ass. And the longer it went, the more Carole was given to drink, the more she came and the less conscious she got, until she finally passed out on the table altogether. And even then the orgy went on almost to the crack of dawn, until finally every man was done, including the Bournes, who had simply added their cum to the lake of semen covering her body. 

Carole was left lying naked on the table, covered in cum from head to toe. Her hair was a wet, stringy mess of cum and sweat. She had cum oozing out of both her pussy and her ass, forming a huge lake of slimy semen on the table, cum drooled out the corners of her mouth and cum was pooled between her tits in huge, pasty lumps.

When Carole finally came to, light was streaming through the big windows of the dining hall. Most of the men had left, although some were passed out in other parts of the house. She tried to move, and every muscle in her body screamed in pain, and when she lifted her head, the room began to spin and she threw up cum from her stomach all over the table. When she was finished, she shivered from the chill, from being hung over and from the knowledge that she had been truly used and abused like a real whore. She couldn’t help it; she broke down and cried bitter tears over what she had become, what the Bournes had made her become.

When she regained her composure, she looked up to see Paul Bourne looking down at her utterly without pity. He beckoned for her to follow him, and he led her outside to the limo, still naked and still covered with cum. She stumbled sullenly to the limo, got inside and they took off back to the city. For a long time, she didn’t say anything then finally asked if she was going to be allowed to dress.

“We’ve got a jacket for you, my dear,” Paul said. “I must say, you were a smashing success last night. You really showed your true colors. You’ve become a very good cock hound. I think you’re going to work out just fine.”

“Fuck you, Paul,” she spat at him, and he just laughed and laughed and laughed.

It was dark by the time the Bournes’ driver deposited Carole at her house. A shower, a little bit of food and a long nap on the plane ride home had helped her disposition somewhat, but she was still completely exhausted and thoroughly depressed as she trudged up to the house with her bag. She barely spoke to Mark and the kids before going upstairs, getting on her longest, heaviest nightgown – better to cover the bruises and red marks that had begun to appear all over her body – and slept like a log for 12 hours.

Mark sat in the chair in his bedroom long after Carole went to bed just gazing at her sleeping form. Occasionally, she would writhe and moan in her sleep like she was in severe pain, and that concerned him. Something wasn’t right with his wife, but he couldn’t as yet put his finger on it. But he vowed that he would find out what was going on; his marriage, and possibly his Carole’s very life, would depend on it.

(To be continued)