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Erica's Story

By: tarkatony



She blocks my view when she sits next to me on the bench by the marina. Then realizes it. "Oh, sorry," she says, half-turning to me. "Do you want me to move?"

She is very pretty in a fragile, elegant kind of way but with a severe, even angry look. "No, no, it's fine," I replied, not really bothered.

I'm just resting after a long walk. A boat had caught my eye when she sat down and interrupted my view. With her now there I'm trying to look around her but it's impossible so I briefly focus on her instead and admire a nicely trim body that could be 50 years old.

I settle back. It's a beautiful day, everyone is out and wearing as little as possible. A couple are at each other on a bench across from us, too aggressively for my comfort.

The woman notices them, too. "Ah, love," she says with discomfort before she looks away.

"Wasted on the young, eh?" 

I mean it as a throw away but she turns to me with a rather challenging look. "What's that supposed to me?"

"Shaw."

"Shaw?" She looks harder at me, a little more confused now.

"I was quoting George Bernard."

"Ah, yes." She turns away. "Sorry again."

I sit in silence for another few seconds then stand — I don't need the angst. "I'm sorry to be ruining your day."

She looks up at me. She isn't combative any more. She is tired, her visage is etched with ennui if not despair. I'd bet she is pathetically lonely and lost. She doesn't have a ring on her finger.

I didn't plan it; I don't do these kinds of things; it just comes out. Yes, I think I want to piss her off a bit but after watching those kids I'm feeling a little lonely myself, as lonely as she appears. I look at her sternly. "It seems to me you could use a little of that." I gestured to the couple across from us. "I'll be back here at 7."

And I am back at 7. I sit down beside her.

"I gather you agree," I said to the empty bench across from us.

She doesn't say anything, she's just looking straight ahead where the couple had been.

I didn't expect her to be here but now that she is, I didn't plan to waste any time. "I'm staying with my brother. Can we go to your place?"

She looks at me, as stern as before, sizing me up. She gets to her feet and starts walking. She has said nothing, given me nothing, so I sit there until she stops and looks back at me. I get up and join her, we walk without words until we near what I gather is her condo. I stop as she heads up her walkway. "I'll go get a bottle of wine. It'd be nice if you got into something a little ... beguiling, you know, just to hint that you might be interested."

She stops, looks back at me with a mixture of shock and anger then turns and walks on.

I'm back in about 20 minutes and I'm surprised when she lets me in. I was sure she wouldn't. She's wearing a short shift that reaches down just past her knees. It's surprisingly colourful, almost African in its vivid opulence. Three of the five buttons on the neck are open. She could be a strikingly attractive woman if she wanted to be. Instead, she appears haggard and ill-kept with an air of somber repression.

I follow her into a tidy kitchen where she has two glasses set on a counter. There is a cheap corkscrew beside the glasses. She leaves me to open the wine and continues into the next room. I meet her in the living room, sit down on the couch beside her and pour the wine.

She allows me to clink my glass on hers. I sit back and look around. My first and lasting impression is that she bought the place furnished. It has all the joy of a hotel room. The only personal touch is a few newspapers stacked beside a chair in front of a small TV. 

"I'm to take it on blind faith that you aren't diseased." She has an interesting voice. It is low, almost sultry ... and accusatory.

This is going to be a challenge. "As am I," I say, trying to hide my irritation.

She hasn't looked at me since I got in the house. She's looking straight ahead, at nothing. "I've been faithful to abstinence for a long, long time."

I nod. "A bachelor for 5 years. Wife died. I've been true to her memory but I'm getting tired of it ... the truthfulness, not the memories."

She continues looking straight ahead. "So you thought you'd give me a whirl."

I smile, but she doesn't see it. "I like to bet on really long odds."

Her voice is unusually cold. "Beware of what you win."

I turn, sit back and deliberately inspect her. "I'd like to win. You've very handsome." There is some grey in her otherwise long black hair falling past her shoulders. If she applied even a little make-up to her thin handsome face she could easily be exceedingly attractive; without it she looks, washed-out, run-down, even a bit depressed — defeated.

She is uncomfortable with my eyes on her. "I said beware of what you win, not be a-ware " I thought I might have detected a slight smile. 

"Ah," I said, crossing my legs. "Are you always so trusting to complete strangers? I could be a ... well, I could be a not very nice fellow."

She is still looking rigidly straight ahead but her shoulders are a little more hunched now, as if this encounter is wearing her down. "I'm not sure I care."

Troubling, but I am here to be interested. Conquests are a thing of the past. "But you do want me here?"

She thinks about this for quite a long time as if she doesn't really know the answer. "Yes, I suppose I do. I think it's about time I brought a man home with me — 15 years is a long time."

"15 years!"

"More like 16, we weren't on speaking terms near the end."

"Kids?" I probed, seeing a little of her humanity emerge,

"Two. 28 and 27. Both girls, women now. One is gay the other is ... well, maybe the sexual equivalent of the atheist, I don't know what she is." Her position and demeanour hadn't changed a jot.

"Two for me," I said, cheerfully. "One of each, or is it one of both? I've always felt that 'each' should only apply to a quantity greater than two, while both is always the either-or of two. Both married, five grandkids ..."

"And happy ever after." She sounds bitter.

"Usual struggles. No pictures, I promise."

A prolonged silence ensues which I am determined to wait out. 

And she does, too until finally she says, "Look, I don't mean to be impatient but should we just go upstairs?"

I'm a little taken aback by the suddenness of this but try to hide it. "I'm going from an aging memory here but I seem to recall that I always preferred knowing a little something about the women I sleep with. A name, for instance. Call it old fashion."

She is quiet. She sips her wine nervously. There is no way she is enjoying this. "I'm a tax lawyer. I'd retire tomorrow if I had anything better to do. I do crosswords in front of the television," she points in its direction. "With the sound off. I read popular fiction for the vicarious thrills. I'm referred to behind my back as Strappy, though my name is Alicia Stroppard. I've vowed to clean this place on Wednesdays but I usually do it on Saturdays, too because I never have anything better to do. On Sundays I go to church, seldom the same one. I sit in the back row. I don't believe in God and I can't carry a tune but church gives me a reason to get out of bed." For the first time she looks over at me. "Now are you ready to go?"

"Almost," I say, touching her arm. "Maybe we can start here." When I gently encourage her to lie back I have no idea what to expect. She doesn't resists me. She puts her glass down then leans against me as if fulfilling an order. I wrap my arm lightly around her and gently squeeze her into me.

She lies still for a full minute before she says, "What are you doing?"

"I'm holding you."

She rests her head against my chest. "That's what I thought."

I haven't had a woman in my arms, even as awkwardly as this, for a long, long time. It feels wonderful, even knowing this woman doesn't want to be there — still, it's a warm breathing body. My pulse quickens just feeling her breath against my shirt.

She flinches when I run my fingers down her neck. I wait for her to calm then do it again, slowly, I run them up and down the side of her neck then up into her hair, gently tugging at it like Wendy, my wife, liked. I do this for awhile, maybe a few minutes then she looks up and asks, "What do you want me to do?"

"You're not enjoying this. I'd like you to try."

"Why?" Her single word has a ring of hopelessness.

"Because that's the objective and I think you'd like to."

I am uncomfortable, how can I not be? I'm 51 years old, I'm bent awkwardly into the corner of a not very comfortable couch and I am trying to comfort a woman who may well be beyond comforting. But I like that I am trying; I like that there is a bottle of wine in front of me and another cooling in the fridge, and I like that this troubled woman might actually get something useful out of this ... and I like the challenge. 

I rake the backs of my fingers across her cheek. Lightly. Then I drag them down to her throat and, remembering the open buttons, down her chest. She stiffens so I don't go any further than the second button, I just play up and down her throat for awhile as I listen to her breathing.

After a few minutes she reaches out for her glass and seeing this I help her up so she can drink. I drink, too and after we put our glasses down she leans back on me but higher now so her head is touching my jaw.

I caress her arm — it is the easiest piece of her to reach. I'm feeling good about this because I have nothing else to do and I'm doing it with a fellow human being.

Her voice is almost a whisper, I just barely hear her. "I don't do anything for you, do I?"

I only detect her sadness. "What do you mean?" I have dropped my hand down and am gently caressing the back of her hand.

"You aren't hard."

Ah. This is the first time I've had to deal with this. I've always expected it to happen; hoped it would. "It's not you, believe me. I had my prostate out last year. I'm not as responsive as I once was; it doesn't usually like the evenings much. It's more of a morning guy."

Her mind is ticking over, I can feel it. "Then why are you here?"

I squeeze her hand hoping to connect with her. "Those two on the bench were cuddling, Alicia, they weren't having sex. They were enjoying touching each other."

She doesn't move a muscle and the silence seems deafening. Finally she whispers, "I haven't said 'I'm sorry' for years. Today I've said it twice. 'I'm sorry,' there, three time."

"For what?"

She relaxes a little on me. "I'm just sorry."

I hold her tighter. She has a slight tremble but she isn't fighting me.

I hold on to her for longer than is comfortable. When I feel her stir I release her0.

. We reach for our glasses again and drink, both with our own thoughts.

"I haven't played this very well, have I?" She's looking over but not really at me.

"I wanted to hold you, that was the point, like those kids were holding each other on the bench. I have. I've enjoyed it. I feel a little more charged — you can feel empty when you're alone."

She stares ahead. "I thought it would be over by now: I would have opened my legs ... done my bit to get back in the game. I would have failed, of course but at least I would have tried and I could get on with my final decade."

I think about this for a minute, the despair and the hopelessness. I pick up the wine bottle and pour. "To quote a not very original but oh so defensive tax lawyer, 'I'm sorry.'"

When I fill her glass she picks it up and salutes me. "Well, at least she's succinct."

I don't want to leave but the moment has come. I drink the half measure I poured myself and am considering my exit line.

But she interrupts my thoughts. "I haven't done this in years, in decades but I'd like to get a little drunk tonight ... with you ... ah, ... you do have a name." When she looks at me, for the first time all evening, she seems genuinely curious.

I nod with some gravitas. "I do, yes, a given name, given to me by my parents. And a surname, too, endowed to me by my patrimony which records show, was legitimate." 

She is looking at me as I speak and when I finish her eyes go blank for an instant then she chuckles, a remarkably husky chuckle, like her voice but more guttural, as if it comes from a place of real depth. "No one has ever called me Strappy ... that I know of, and my name isn't Alicia Stoppard, though I like it. I'm Erica Curtis."

"Allan Carsten," not caring about her lie.

"Well, Allan Carsten, I will never get a little drunk without you so will you stay?"

"Not if I can't take my shoes off."

She edges over to the far side of the couch, leans against the arm, tucks her feet under her and she watches me take off my shoes. "How does that feel? Not being able to perform?"

As I'm kicking off my shoes I'm wondering if I shouldn't be using them to beat a hasty retreat. "It's a little frustrating, as you can imagine. Or can you? You're giving me the distinct impression that you're relieved by my admission."

She eyes me cooly. "I gave it a try. I can't be faulted if it didn't work out."

I sit back flexing my toes. "And that's important? That you tried and you can't be faulted?"

"I've never done anything like this before." I assume she is referring to inviting a strange man home. "It took courage I didn't think I have."

I know better but I really am trying to get comfortable: I put my stocking feet up on the coffee table. "Looks to me like you're more relieved you don't have to have sex than you are proud of yourself that you were willing to go for it."

She shrugs indifferently, "OK." She sips and then sort of shakes the glass at me. "What happens? It doesn't get stiff enough for penetration? Do you get any of the sensations? What?"

I have never talked about this with anyone. I'm surprised that I don't mind. "Well, take now for instance. I could probably get it to cooperate, to get penetration but it's not all that interested. But that doesn't mean I'm not. I haven't been with a woman in this way for a long time so, ya, there are sensations, pleasant sensations, lots of them."

"Like the good old days?"

"They are less to do with lust and more to do with the comforting feeling of intimacy. I liked holding you, Erica. It may not have given me an erection but I didn't enjoy it any the less. And I could have given more, it just seemed like it wouldn't have been welcomed."

She smiles. "We're quite a pair, aren't we. The halt and the lame."

"I don't feel like that, do you?"

She gets back on track. "So you have the same sort of feelings, just not the same ... ability?

"That's about it."

"Depressing?"

"No, not really. More like diminished expectations."

She shifts, sips from her glass, then looks over the rim and says, "How do you know all this? You said you haven't been with a woman since the operation."

"Masturbation."

"Ah, that." She turns away, obviously uncomfortable.

"We're not into that?" I ask, inquiringly. Is she frigid? Is that what she was referring to with 'halt and lame?'

She looks at me cooly and reaches her glass toward me for a re-fill. "So how does that work exactly? Muscles, ligaments?

I refill her glass then my own. "Blood flow I think but I don't really know." It occurs to me in an instant. It felt ridiculous, absurd but I am now looking on this woman as a lost challenge that I didn't yet want to lose. Anyway, she seems interested so I decide to up the ante — vastly up the ante. "Want to see?"

Her eyes had been concentrating on a piece of fluff she was picking from her dress. They shoot up and search my eyes. But just for an instant before she assumes that same cool, dispassionate, slightly condemning look. "Yes, if it's flaccid, I think I would."

I stand up and drop my pants and underwear to the floor as if it was the most natural thing in the world for me to do, then I turn to her holding my limp dink.

She sips while studying me over her glass. "Not very threatening."

I sit down and lean back and stroke myself a few times with my thumb and forefinger — I did this to try to wipe the imperious smirk from her eyes. "It'll come around a bit but no, it's not very threatening."

Alternatively, she looks at it and me as if trying to figure something out. Finally, her feet come out from under her, she sits up, leans towards me and looks at me. "Can I?" She is just about to reach for me.

I instantly see this as a chance to find out more about her. "No. I'd rather you touch yourself."

She sits back trying to cover her shock. "And why would I want to do that?"

"For both of us, Erica. The halt and the lame will be helping each other." I feel totally ridiculous now — way too out there but her aloofness is pissing me off. I want to shock her from her inhibitions and maybe loosen her up — or inspire my quick exit.  

When she hesitates, the depth of my embarrassment is catching up to me. I am just about to re-clothe and bolt when she says, "You've figured me out, have you? You know I don't touch myself."

"Why not?" I thought this might be true. "It can be a wonderfully relaxing sensation and it can inspire some amazing thoughts. You must know that." I still had myself between my fingers but the stroking had stopped with the drama. 

She's looking away. "I think you have to like yourself before any of that can happen."

"Then do it for me. I guarantee you I'll find it a wonderful sensation."

I can see she is wrestling with this. I let her. She had expected sex. Was she going to do this as a proxy? I look away now very lightly flogging my limp penis. If she declines I will quickly get up, get dressed and get out of there, feeling all the better for this wacky experience. She moves.

She stands up. She hikes her dress to her waist, she leans down, strips off her panties and sits back down with both feet on the couch, her legs open slightly and the tips of her fingers poised in her black pubic hair. "Is this so easy for you?" she says, looking through her knees.

"I was trying to shock you, Erica," I laugh, "and I sure as hell am shocking myself. If it didn't work I'd leave and deal with my embarrassment later." I am aware that she is moving her fingers down. I take a peek. She has her legs just barely apart but I can see that she has entered herself with a single finger. And I can see her struggle. She is painfully tentative.

"I don't want you to go, Allan. I don't know how this is going to turn out but I don't want you to go. OK?"

I feel for this woman. She is a very troubled soul. "I'll stay as long as you're trying. When you give up trying, I'll give up." I don't pretend any more. I look at her but I can't see much. "Open your legs."

She does, obediently but slowly. "I planned to finish reading my book tonight. And do my puzzle, of course." She seems to be concentrating, as if doing something that requires undivided attention.

"You might not like me saying this but I think you look really, really sexy."

She smiles genuinely for the first time. "So do you, in a male kind of way." She looks down at me. "The weirdness wears off pretty fast, doesn't it? Now it's merely surreal."

"You never did this with your husband?"

She abruptly takes her hand away, sits up, and reaches for her glass.

"I mean it, Erica. If you quit I do, too."

I almost laugh when she absently forces her left hand back between her legs as she drinks from her glass. "I don't have a lot of fond memories there, Allan. Maybe if we leave him out of this ...

"Can you go on being miserable, spiteful and angry? Have you ever seen a shrink?"

She nods, "For awhile, during the roughest part."

"And?"

"She helped, I'm still alive ... if barely."

"Hating all men?"

"Only the ones who tried to get close to me and there haven't been any of those for years."

"Until today."


Erica's Story



Authors note: This story is a revised and re-edited version of the original story of the same name. Because of several comments and lots of feedback, actually more feedback than for any of my other stories, I decided to re-write and re-submit this story. Also some small changes to the story line have been made.

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I guess I should start this story off by telling you my name, Erica Marie Adkins. I am 48 years old and have been married to my wonderful husband Steven for twenty five years now. We have two children, an older son and a younger daughter. Both are grown now and away at college. My husband and I both grew up in financially well off families. Though I am no stranger to wealth and privilege I know what hard work is as well. Even though my parents are well enough off to send me to any university there is I still chose to attended one of the toughest business schools in the country. But even then I didn't just skate right through it I worked very hard to prove myself and graduated at the top of my class.

I always considered myself as woman who could accomplish anything. Graduate at the top of the class in both high school and college. I married at age twenty three. Achieved my MBA and had two kids by age 30.

When my children were growing up I tried to do it all and succeeded at it. I had a career and was super mom at the same time. I attended every school play, watched every soccer and baseball game. I went to PTA meetings. I was even President of the PTA for a while.

At forty-eight years old my breasts are still full and firm with large circular nipples. I have a very fit and athletic body with a flat belly and legs that are long and shapely from spending hours at the gym. My hips are skinny with just enough curves so that they taper up into a narrow waist. I keep my dark raven hair cut short and leave my ears exposed.

Currently I am the Executive Vice President for large corporation having made my way successfully up the corporate ladder. My husband is a partner in a computer software development company. Both of my children attend prestigious universities. My son is an honor student and my daughter is both an honor student and track star athlete as well. My life would appear to be more than idyllic to anyone who might meet me.

It has now been just a little over a year ago since my quiet normal suburban life took a change in a dramatic way. There was neither blackmail nor even any coercion forcing me into this situation in any way, maybe a little powerful suggestion and some subtle persuasion, but nothing more. I could easily have said no at any time, but I didn't.

For the last 30 minutes I have been waiting for my owner to arrive. That's right my owner. For I am an owned sex slave to a 26 year old woman named Miss Rachael. Currently I am kneeling naked on the floor in a house she made me buy for our private meetings. The house is on a deserted old farm at the end of long dirt road thirty miles outside of town. The nearest other houses are miles away. This makes for a very private setting.

Prior to my owner acquiring me, as her personal pet as she refers to it, the thought of even being with another woman in any sexual way would have been the furthest thing from my mind. But after I took that first taste of her pussy with my tongue I knew that I belonged to her and would do anything she asked of me. I still remember vividly in great detail the first time how she ordered me to crawl naked across the floor begging to taste her pussy.

Soon after acquiring me my owner decided that I needed to be properly trained as a slave. To do this she and a friend of hers named Miss Veronica took me to a remote mountain cabin for my training. I was there for week. My children thought I was away on a business trip. Only my husband knew where I really was.

During my training Miss Rachael sent him daily updates on the progress I was making. These included photos and videos of my training sessions. One of the first videos she sent him was of me begging to lick Miss Rachael pussy. Another was of me receiving a cunt whipping. I was filmed holding my legs wide apart as her friend Miss Veronica delivered several hard strikes with a riding crop directly on my most tender of spots. After each strike of the crop I screamed, "Thank you Miss Veronica, May I please have another one." Several videos she sent depicted me licking Miss Rachael's pussy as Miss Veronica first spanked my ass with a leather paddle then of each of them each taking turns fucking my pussy or bruised ass with a strap on.

Most of my first few days spent at the cabin I was kept naked with a ten foot chain locked around my neck with other end of the chain bolt to the floor. Each time either my owner or her friend entered the room I was to beg to taste their pussy. If either felt that I was not sincere enough in my begging my ass was whipped with a riding crop. At the end of each day if I had not shown improvement in my pussy licking abilities I was subjected to cunt whipping. The first time I willing spread my legs, but after the first strike I closed my legs tightly together to prevent another painful strike with the crop. Before I could even realize it the two powerful women pulled my legs apart and secured them to rings bolted into the floor. Once I was again exposing my most tender of spots to the crop my punishment resumed.

It was after my legs were secure when Miss Rachael spoke, "For not willingly keeping your legs apart your cunt whipping will now be twice as severe."

Every time after that time I willingly held my legs apart to receive my cunt whipping.

For the entire week I waited on them both hand and foot. I drew them each a hot bath daily and sponge bathed them in the large tub every day then toweled them dry afterwards. I prepared all of their meals and served them while they sat at the table. I was given a feather duster and white frilly maid's apron and told to clean the cabin once a day. While I did this they called me whore, slut, cunt, pet, fucktoy, slave, skank, bitch and every other derogatory name you can think of.

My meals were given to me in stainless steel bowl from which I ate on the floor from. For a bed all I was given was an old blanket and thin worn out old mattress to sleep on the floor. I became their whore for them to use as they pleased. They repeatedly fucked my cunt and ass with strap-ons often at the same time then made me lick their fake plastic cocks clean with my tongue. Once the fake cocks were clean I was then told to take it as deep into my throat as I could. Soon I could take my owners ten inch dildo all the way down to the base deep into the back of my throat. Next I was made to suck and lick on her phallus like it was a real cock. The whole time Miss Rachael telling me how very much her many male friends are going to enjoy using my mouth.

The worst part of my training was my morning shower. Each morning after waking my owner and her friend I was led into the bath room to kneel in the shower then one and sometimes both would drench my body with a golden stream of hot liquid emerging from their loins. When they finished I would then lick their slits clean. Then afterwards I was allowed to clean myself using only cold water. If I needed to relieve myself I was led out onto the front porch to a white bucket which I had to squat over. After each use I was required to clean it to make it ready for the next time.

Just before sunset every day was when I received my daily whipping. Miss Rachael called it my reinforcement training. I was led outside to a large tree with a rope hanging over a strong branch. My wrist were secured to the rope then hoisted above me until I was suspended just barely able to stand on the tips of my toes. Then Miss Veronica would strike my body using what I learned was called a single tail. This was my first time experiencing such a painful device.

The first time I suffered under Miss Veronica's whip the strikes fell across the top of my back and shoulders. Each strike of the whip the intensity grew through my body until felt as if it was being attacked by hot needles just long even to sear the skin. After each strike of the whip I screamed, "I belong to Miss Rachael. I am hers to use and do with as she chooses. I accept this whipping as proof of my submission to her."

At the end of each day a different section of my body endured the whip. The first day it was my back and shoulders. The next day my ass received the whip. Then my tits suffered the fate on the third day. The worst strikes came on the fourth day. These ones came to my lower back just above the top of my ass. Miss Veronica's skill with the whip was impressive. Each strike of her whip landed on my body exactly where she intended it to and left a harsh red welt that lasted for several days.

On the seventh day at the cabin Miss Rachael ordered me to kneel in the middle of the cabin floor. First she secured by hands behind my back with a bare of leather wrist cuffs. Next she then placed a metal collar around my neck. As she did so I heard it lock into place.

"Once this collar locks around your neck only I decide when it is removed. I have the only key," she instructed me. "Now wait here until I return." She then walked out the door of the cabin.

Soon Miss Rachael returned followed by five naked men wearing black hoods over their heads. Three of the men were white. The other two were black.

Rachael introduced each of the five men pointing at them in turn, "These are five good friends of mine, Tom, Dick, Harry, Derrick and Jerold." I don't think that was any of their real names but it didn't really matter did it.

The five men lined up facing me. Then Miss Rachael spoke. "I want you to introduce yourself to each of them as you suck on their cocks in turn. Get each of them nice and hard so that they will be good and ready to use your other holes."

I started with Tom on the left and started towards him. As I got closer and approached him I said, "Nice to meet you Tom, my name is Cunt," Miss Rachael's favorite name for me. "My I please suck on your cock." I didn't wait for an answer as I closed my lips around his shaft and began working it to its full thickness and hardness. Once hard I move to the right repeating the process four more times. When I had all five cocks nice and hard one of the men turned me around forcing my head down. This had the effect of raising my ass into the air and quickly I felt a large cock penetrating in to my fuck hole. When he finished another quickly took his place after squirting some lube on my back and working it into my ass. Then his cock was soon filling my back hole.

Over the next hour or more each of the five men took turns fucking my cunt and ass. At one point my arms were released from behind my back and I had one cock in my cunt, ass and mouth and my hands on the other two.

Each of the men came multiple times. Some made me drink their cum while others came in my ass or cunt. Others shot their loads all over my tits or in to my face. When the men were all completely spent I was dragged outside of the cabin were they formed a circle around me and washed their come from my body with their golden piss.

After the man were all done giving me a golden shower Rachael ordered me, "Go back inside and shower and clean yourself. We are not done yet for today."

When I returned from my shower the five men were gone replaced by two naked women, one blonde and one brunette. The two could not have looked more differently except for their shaved pubic hair and the collars around their necks.

"Both of these two slaves belong to a different friend of mine," Miss Rachael spoke facing me. "Your task is to make each one of these cunts cum in ten minutes or less. For every minute over ten it takes you while receive five whippings in a place of their choosing. Begin"

I crawled towards the blonde woman on the far left. She appeared to be the older of the two. I would say she is in her early thirties. As I moved between her spread legs I saw faint intents of stretch marks from child bearing and her left hand had a faint white band where a wedding ring would normally be. She stood about five foot eight with full 36 C breasts. Her straight blonde hair was pulled back into pony tail and her blue eyes stared straight ahead. I set about trying to make her come as fast as possible.

I ran my tongue along the length of her slit dipping into the hole as I passed. She let out a big sigh and moved down on me pushing her pussy harder on my mouth. I responded by swirling my tongue around her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Sucking sweetly on her bud I could feel her body respond to my tongue. She began to grind her hips around and around on my face as she came closer to her orgasm. She then grabbed my hair and pulled my face completely into her crotch, riding me so hard I almost couldn't breathe. She came in a shuddering rush. A loud, long moan rushed from her as she rode my face to a huge orgasm.

Quickly I moved on to the very petite brunette. She stood I am guessing barely 4'10" with almost non-existent A cup breasts with tiny nipples. My best guess put her in her mid-twenties. Her brunette hair was combed straight hanging down to just below her shoulders. Just like before I started by running my tongue along her slit poking my tongue into the tight hole between her lips. Finding her clit I sucked into my mouth using very trick to make a woman come that I had recently learned. Soon her body started to respond as she rode my tongue and a soft moan escaped her mouth. Finally her knees buckled as her orgasm swept through her body.

As I finished up Rachael yelled, "Time, twelve minutes, 15 seconds. Let's called it twelve, an even two minutes over, that would make for ten strikes. Then she asked, "Slaves where should the punishment for failure be delivered?"

Almost in unison both responded, "Her cunt."

Hearing that my heart sank, I had hoped that my fellow submissives would take pity on me. But knowing my fate was sealed I assumed the position I had done several times before in the last week, lying back on my elbows, spreading my legs as wide as possible to expose myself completely. Then to my surprise Rachael handed her crop to the blonde submissive. "Deliver her punishment," Miss Rachael spoke, "If your enthusiasm is lacking in the slightest your Mistress has giving me permission to have you take her place."

Taking the crop the blonde let loose between my out stretched thighs. After receiving so many cunt whippings already I was not sure how much more my battered and bruised cunt could take. Each of the blonde's ten strikes felt harder than the one before. As I counted each one, "One, two,...and finally Ten."

As I recovered from my punishment the two submissives left from the cabin. I heard a car door close and then drive off from outside. Miss Racheal than handed me a flimsy small sun dress saying, "Put this on we are leaving."

We drove for over at least an hour until we reached a large hotel and resort. Instead of going to the front to check in Miss Veronica drove around to a back entrance and parked. Leading us up to a rear door she removed a card key from her purse unlocking the door.

A service elevator was just inside the door that took us up to the third floor. Exiting the elevator I was lead down the hall and into a room for which Miss Veronica also already had a key card for. The room was large and quite luxurious with a living area and separate bedroom and bath.

As soon as the three of us were into the room and the door closed Miss Rachael spoke, "Go into the bathroom shower and clean yourself up. Do up your make up, hair and give yourself a fresh shave. I don't want to see any hair from the neck down. I will return in one hour. I expect for you to be waiting for me."

My first hot shower in week felt wonderful as I washed myself really clean for the first time. Miss Rachael was right. Everything that I needed to do my hair, make up, and shave the hair from my body was neatly laid out on the bathroom counter.

One hour later I was ready for my owner's return. Kneeling naked on the hotel room floor wearing only my collar I waited. The hour past and she still had not returned. This was the first time she made me wait, but not the last. Then another hour past and I still waited.

Finally I heard the door open and Miss Rachael entered the room followed by Miss Veronica then by my husband.

"Slave I think you know my friend here," Rachael said pointing to my husband.

A little surprised by his appearance I remained silent.

"Slave you have you forgotten your training already. Is this how I trained you to properly greet me when I return?" shouted Miss Rachael.

"Sorry Miss Rachael, May I please I lick your pussy."

"And what about my new friend here," replied Rachael pointing again at my husband Steve.

"Please Sir, May I suck your cock." I answered.

Rachael responded with, "That is more like it. I think you should apologize to my friend for your rude behavior by starting with him, but don't make him cum. Just get him nice and hard."

As I put my husband's cock into my mouth, he and Miss Rachael began to talk about my training as if I was not even in the room. The talked about what areas I had shown the most improvement. Things like she can now easily accommodate a ten inch dildo into her cunt. Or up to an eight inch one in her ass. What I still need to work on. She can deep throat just about any size cock and make it come fairly quickly, but her pussy licking skills are still lacking. We will definitely still have to work on that some more. Finally they each took turns discussing which parts of my body they each like the most. Each described what they liked about my tits, cunt, ass, and legs as if I was not even present in the room.

Then my husband asked, "Have you decided on how and where you are going to mark her as your property?"

I knew Miss Veronica had been marked. I noticed the cursive "L" tattoo on her left butt cheek the first time I licked her ass. But this was the first time any talk of marking me as Miss Rachael's property had ever been mentioned in my presence. I knew I was hers to own and use. Marking me would just make that official.

Miss Rachael answered, "I am not sure yet but I am thinking something very permanent, if you are all right with that?"

"I am fine with whatever you decide on," replied my husband Steve.

"Fine, I will let you know when I decide on something. For now let's just take my slave into the bedroom so that you can fuck her ass while she licks my pussy. Her cunt is a little sore right now, but you can fuck that instead if you want."

"No, her ass will be just fine for starters," replied Steve.

For the rest of the night my mouth, cunt and ass were kept busy pleasing my owner, her friend and my husband. Each took turns using one of my holes. The night concluded by me forced to watch as my husband fucked Miss Rachael from across the room. The whole time Miss Rachael telling me how good my husband was fucking her. When they finished Miss Veronica attached a leash to my collar and lead me over to Miss Rachael.

Upon reaching her Rachael commanded, "Slave clean my pussy with your tongue and suck out your husband's come."

Kneeling between her legs I set about my task, making sure not to leave any of the precious fluid behind. Then I turned my attention to my husband's cock making sure to clean all of Miss Rachael's pussy juice from his shaft.

Monday morning I returned to my very vanilla suburban life. Riding the elevator up to my fifteenth floor corner office I wondered how I would ever make it through the day. Walking towards my office I could see my assistant already sitting behind her desk.

"Good morning Mrs. Adkins, The latest Harrisburg Project Report is on your desk as you requested as well as your morning coffee," she said as I passed buy.




Erica's Story



"Thank you Rachael. What is on my schedule this morning?" I replied.

"You have a meeting with Ms. Wilson at eleven." she answered.

Walking into my office and looking around I knew that before this day ended I would be kneeling naked on my office floor begging once more to again lick my owner's wonderful pussy.

Miss Rachael marked me as her property a week later in the most painful and permanent way possible.

Soon after my training was finished I abandoned all pretense of any propriety and started to revel in the sheer debauchery my own debasement. I was gang-banged on an almost monthly basis by both men and women, often both at the same time. There seemed to be no limit to my depravity. Soon I had only a few rules: No blood, sharp edges, or scat, No minors or anything illegal, but other than that I am her slave to use as she pleases. I have a save word, but I have never used it.

Why do I so crave to be used like this? It is something cannot explain, but only know it to be true. It is just something I need.

Now once again I wait for my owner. She always makes me wait. Sometimes just for a few minutes, other times for over an hour. She likes making me wait. Now I kneel here naked excepted for my collar. A large butt plug fills my ass just as she likes it to be, making it ready to be used. My cunt has a nice fresh shave.

The End

Authors Note: Please vote, comment, or send feedback if you enjoyed the new version of this story. Sorry for were so many typos and grammatical errors in the previous version. I think that I may have uploaded a version that had not been thoroughly proofread by mistake.



Erica's Story Pt. 01



Authors note: 'Erica' is a real person, inasmuch as someone I've only ever communicated with by email can be real. The first drafts of this story were a series of emailed instalments, written for Erica's entertainment. Erica would take each instalment I wrote, and elaborate on it, adding details, telling me how she would react, and suggesting plot twists that led the story down new paths. Most of all though, Erica helped shape the overall tone of the story and the way the other characters interact with Erica, challenging me to write in ways I wouldn't usually consider. I'm grateful to Erica for helping me create this story, and that she has agreed to share it with a wider audience. 

***** 

Erica is on the bed: tied up, blindfolded. Her hands and feet are fastened to the bed corners using her panties, her bra, and a sheer blouse she'd been wearing earlier that evening, which has been roughly ripped in two. The bindings are tight around her wrist and ankles, pressing in, but her spread limbs allow her enough movement to writhe, to lift her hips in response to her lover's actions. Stephen, her lover, is tracing his fingertips over her skin, delicately running them over her breasts and stomach, around her nipples. Erica can sense every touch. Every movement sends a wave of excitement flooding through her body, but she can't see a thing, and has no idea what is coming next. Her pussy is wet with anticipation. 

Stephen runs his fingers down, past her pussy, brushing it, but not pressing, until his fingertips are delicately grazing along her inner thigh, making Erica shudder with pent-up frustration. The fingers move up, through Erica's pubic hair, just touching the curls of the soft down over her pubic mound, but not firmly enough to touch the skin. The fingers move back and forth along Erica's slit, not pushing in, but with Stephen's finger slowing moving down Erica gets wetter and her pussy lips begin to spread, allowing Stephen to slip inside her. 

Then, Stephen's fingers move delicately over and around Erica's clit; just enough to set her nerves on fire, to leave Erica craving more. Erica is sopping wet now, and her urgency is increasing. She's raising her ass higher in the air, presenting her dripping wet slit to Stephen, begging for him to fill her tight married pussy with his hard cock. 

Stephen's smiles at this, but makes Erica wait. He straddles Erica and starts to use his lips and tongue, kissing her; letting Erica feel his erection brushing against her body as he moves over her. Erica's nipples are rock hard and every touch on them makes her gasp and want more, much more than Stephen is currently giving her. 

He can hear her begging, and although he is tempted to just straddle her and slam his cock deep inside her, for the moment he carries on exploring her body with his tongue. Kissing down her chest, he spends ages sucking on Erica's nipples, taking them into his mouth, flicking the stiff bullets with his tongue, swapping between each breast. Erica loves having her small perky breasts treated roughly, and groans with pleasure as Stephen sucks her hard nipples deep into his mouth. The sensation of his rough tongue on her skin sends her to the brink of orgasm. 

Still making Erica wait Stephen moves back between Erica's legs. First, he lets her feel how hard his cock is, rubbing it against her slit so that it pushes in and is coated in the juices that are oozing from her, glistening against the soft pink flesh of her pussy. Again Erica begs to be fucked, and she desperately lifts her hips higher trying to get more of Stephen's cock inside her. Stephen doesn't move though and the panties and bra that are restraining Erica hold firm. In her desperation to be fucked all she ends up doing is stretching and ruining the flimsy garments. 

Erica is getting hornier and increasingly desperate, but once more Stephen pulls out and straddles her, sitting on her tits so that he can push his stiff cock into Erica's mouth, forcing her to suck him, tasting her own juices slathered on his knob. He pushes his cock deeper into her throat until almost every inch is inside her mouth and his balls are pressed against her chin, forcing her to breathe hard through her nose as she holds his engorged penis deep in her mouth. 

Stephen thrusts his hips forward, fucking Erica's face, forcing her to keep his cock in her mouth. As he's doing this, he leans back to start fingering her, sliding one, then two fingers into her sloppy pussy, grinding them in and out, listening to Erica's muffled moans as his her lips move around his thick shaft. 

Finally, Stephen pulls his well-sucked cock from Erica's mouth and moves back down between her legs, kneeling with the tip of his penis poised inches above her spread pussy, slick with juices. He keeps Erica waiting for a moment, making her wondering what he's doing. Then, as Erica begins to moan with frustration, he finally he lowers himself down so that Erica can feel the tip of his cock, pressing against the entrance to her pussy. 

Erica is crying out to be fucked; her body is craving the sensation of being filled with her lover's erect penis. She screams out, begging Stephen, "Please fuck me. Fuck me hard Stephen." 

As he makes her wait, Erica's cries become more desperate, "Shove it in me. I need to be fucked. C'mon, fuck me now!" 

Erica is horny and insatiable; with an urge to be fucked that she urgently needs satisfied. Stephen's cock is throbbing, pulsing with lust for Erica's hot, petite body. He can't hold back, and finally gives Erica what she wants, plunging his cock into her in one stroke, feeling her wet pussy close around his stiff shaft as he sinks into her. There is no more waiting, no more making Erica beg. Now he is just fucking her as hard as he can. 

Erica's body is still pinned to the bed, and she lets out a scream of pleasure as Stephen finally penetrates her. After the drawn-out, tantalising build up, the delicious sensation of being filled with a thrusting, rock hard length of manhood immediately sends her over the edge. Her climax is total and overwhelming: waves of nerve-tingling pleasure erupt from deep in her pussy and clit, out though every atom of her body. Constrained by the underwear binding her to the bed, Erica's arms and legs flail weakly as the spasms of her orgasm wrack through her body, and Stephen's relentless thrusting pushes her body into the bed, again and again. 

Feeling Erica's pussy spasm and gush around his pounding shaft pushes Stephen closer to his own orgasm. He isn't ready to cum yet though, and is determined to keep Erica's body in this hyper-stimulated state for as long as he can. Ignoring the frustrated look on Erica's face, he pulls out of her and reaches back to untie the knotted panties that are restraining her ankles. 

With a rip as Stephen forces the knots undone, Erica's legs are freed. Stephen keeps the restraints on her wrists in place, and immediately pushes her legs up as high as they will go. Moving closer to Erica's hips, he spreads her legs into a wide V, exposing her pussy, puffy and swollen with excitement. He pushes Erica's legs back still further, forcing her hamstrings to stretch to their limits, lifting her hips, angling the entrance to her wet interior so he can easily slide in. 

Stephen guides his cock back into Erica's pussy, and with a shove of his hips, he's buried inside her again. This time, with the weight of Erica's hips pressing down into the bed, the friction on the top of his shaft is increased. Closing her legs, so that they are pressed together vertically above her pussy, increases the pressure on Stephen's cock even more. Even better, the grinding of his shaft against Erica's pussy as he grinds in and out of her stimulates them both, sustaining Erica's orgasm so that she is screaming with one continuous wail, and bringing his climax ever closer. 

There is no going back from this. Stephen can feel his shaft throbbing and swelling as his orgasm builds, and knows that he will explode any second now. With his arms wrapped around Erica's legs, he slams into her as forcefully as he can. Grunting with effort as he tries to maintain his furious pace, he can feel his balls tightening and knows that a stream of pre-cum is already leaking from his cock. Unable to control it any longer, every muscle in the back of Stephen's body contracts and his hips are forced into Erica with one final jerk. 

Relief floods through Stephen's body as semen explodes from his cock. He can feel it pulsing through his shaft, and leaking out of Erica's body, flowing over his balls and smearing over their thighs. He releases Erica's legs, and sags down onto her body, moving down to bring his mouth to Erica's inner thigh. Tasting their mingled juices, he kisses up Erica's leg, before moving his mouth directly over her pussy. 

Beginning with the trickle of spunk leaking from the base of her slit, Stephen licks upward, pushing his tongue into Erica's sloppy cunt, scooping out the spunk and wetness from within. Finally, he brings his mouth to hers; pushing his tongue between her lips, meeting hers pushing back, probing for the taste of sex he is bringing her. The kiss is long and drawn out, as they both come down from their orgasmic highs. 

*** 

Erica's affair with Stephen began about a month ago. She had slipped into it by accident, never intending to be unfaithful to her husband, but taking a series of small steps that eventually led to her inviting Stephen back to her home. As soon as the door had closed behind them, Erica was in Stephen's arms, eagerly kissing him. From that moment it was like a dam break: an onrush of lust and pent-up frustration overwhelmed her, and within minutes they were on her bed, fucking like out of control teenagers. 

Erica was actually 36, a housewife with a husband who worked away from home three or four days a week, for nearly half the weeks of the year. Her life had revolved around raising her two daughters, but they had reached the age where they only seemed to be at home to recharge their iPhone, and the eldest was already planning to go to university. A part-time job, working two days a week, occupied some of Erica's time but this left her home alone a lot, and her days had begun to drag. 

She'd always had a healthy sex drive, and found only seeing her husband two or three nights a week was leaving her frustrated, especially since he was often tired when he returned home from his work trips, and anyway, was a rather unimaginative sexual partner, content to roll onto her stomach and give her a quick missionary fuck once a week. His rather narrow five inch penis and his tendency to unload his balls into her in less than five minutes didn't help matters either. 

She started to look at porn in the afternoons, just to while away the time. She'd sit in front of her laptop, wearing her underwear and one of her husband's business shirts, fingering herself to orgasm, moving from video clip to video clip, fast forwarding through the bits where the models danced to the camera, pressing play at the cocksucking scenes, and watching the fucking scenes in their entirety, marveling at the size of the actor's penises, and their stamina. 

It became normal for her to spend the morning doing chores with her pussy already wet in anticipation, with a growing wet patch on the front of her panties. Every day, she spend a couple of hours each afternoon with her fingers frantically rubbing at her clit, looking for movies with the kind of scenes she found herself craving, ones where the woman was used forcefully, where a dominant male treated the female actor roughly, calling her dirty names, fucking her with two, or more guys at once, or making her fuck other women. 

It wasn't that Erica thought she wanted sex like this. The whole idea of being treated so roughly, like an object, scared her. But she liked the thought of someone using her for their absolute pleasure, and the sex itself was always a turn on. It got so that most of her idle thoughts were about sex; about being filled with a huge cock, about cumming so hard her body shook all over, about making a man cum in her mouth, or fill her pussy with thick creamy spunk. 

Erica's internal life became dominated by her sexual fantasies. They began to influence the way she looked at everything. Every man she saw, on the street, in the shops, on the TV, was evaluated in terms of what it would be like if he was fucking her. Soon she was doing this with women as well, fantasizing about female TV celebrities and movie stars, thinking about them using her, forcing her to pleasure them. She had never been with a woman, but would lick her fingers when she played with herself, tasting her juices, imagining what it would be like to lick them from another pussy. 

She eventually discovered Craigslist. Soon she was browsing the Casual Encounters adverts most days, looking at photos, clicking links, reading the descriptions of all those men, eager to get laid. She still didn't really think she was going to be unfaithful, but the idea that opportunities for sex were out there, so easily available, fascinated her. Every day she came back. Sometimes she hit the 'reply' button, wondering what would happen if she contacted one of these men, but she always closed the link before she wrote anything, or typed a few words, then canceled the email. 

One day, one of the adverts caught her eye, 'Work is boring, let's talk about sex'. Perhaps this would give her the opportunity to relieve some frustration without doing anything that would risk jeopardizing her marriage. For the first time, when she hit reply, she followed through and wrote a complete email. After sitting looking at the screen for five minutes, she hit 'send'. 

The reply came 15 minutes later. He asked her if she thought about sex a lot; did she finger herself; was she playing with her clit right now? Of course she was, she replied. She was sat in front of the computer with her legs spread, one hand typing, while the other was rubbing desperately at her puffy red clit. Quickly, she told him about her situation, about how lonely and horny she was, how much she fantasized about sex. 

He painted word pictures of the sex they could be having; ever more elaborate scenarios, with the two of them reaching climax after climax in every position imaginable. Erica was wet all the time: while she read the emails, when she wrote her replies, and while she was waiting for the next message. She masturbated all afternoon. 

Her email correspondent turned out to be called Stephen. He asked her if she was interested in meeting. She said no. Erica still thought that she could maintain her fantasy life without jeopardizing her marriage. The emails continued for weeks. Every day she was free, she'd watch porn, masturbate, exchange emails with Stephen, and masturbate again; a cycle that continued all afternoon. At 5 pm, Stephen would leave work, and Erica would have to shower and dress before her daughters came home from school. 

Stephen began to find it difficult to satiate Erica's desire for evermore elaborate sexual fantasies. Equally, Erica found that she needed the stories to be increasingly extreme for them to excite her. Gradually the stories became dirtier, with the sex becoming forceful rather than romantic, and from involving just the two of them, to adding more men and women eager to fuck Erica. Erica began to demand that Stephen treat her like a slut in the stories. She didn't understand it, but the thrill increased when the men in the fantasies used her for their pleasure, or were calling her a slut, or a dirty bitch, or a whore. No matter how dirty Stephen made the stories, Erica demanded more. Six weeks after he first asked her, Stephen asked again if she would be interested in meeting. This time she said yes. 

*** 

Stephen is looking at Erica; her slim, petite body lies below him. She's on her back, with her small, pointed breasts exposed to Stephen's hands. Her slender legs are parted slightly, revealing the soft gash of her pussy, spread in excitement and anticipation of what is to come. Since she has been seeing Stephen, Erica has been neatly trimming her pubic hair, making it easier for him to see the pink flesh of her labia as she lies panting beneath him. So far though she hasn't dared remove her bush completely, for fear of what her husband would think. 

Erica's head is hanging off the edge of the mattress while Stephen stands next to the bed with Erica's head between his legs. He's using one hand to support her head, and taking the other hand off her breasts he uses it to guide his cock to her mouth. As soon as her lips are wrapped around the knob of his cock, Erica is eagerly reaching up, trying to move her mouth up and down his shaft. 

This upside down position allows Stephen to slide his cock straight down into Erica's mouth. Like this, she can swallow him more deeply than when she's on top of him, and looking up, past where she can see his balls bouncing beneath the thick shaft of his cock, she can see the look of open-mouthed ecstasy on his face that her sucking is producing. A thrill runs through her body, the knowledge that Stephen is using her for his pleasure sending an electric pulse of excitement radiating from her pussy. 

Erica squirms on the bed as she forces her head up and down Stephen's shaft. She can feel herself get wetter between the legs as the length of time she spends slurping on Stephen's cock increases. Her lips are forced even further apart as he swells inside her mouth, and his ball sack is beginning to tighten. She knows that if she continues the blowjob, Stephen will flood her mouth with spunk soon, but she doesn't want to wait for him to get hard again before she feels him in her pussy. 

Wrapping her hand around his balls and the base of his cock, Erica pulls her mouth away from Stephen's shaft, and gasps out, "I want you to cum inside me." 

"OK; spin round and flip onto your stomach." 

Stephen steps away from the bed, his veiny cock jutting horizontally from his body. Erica rolls onto her stomach, and slides off the bed so that her body is flat on the mattress, while her legs hang off the side with her feet on the floor. Her ass is positioned on the edge of the mattress, slightly below the level of Stephen's cock. 

With a butt cheek in each hand, Stephen admires the way Erica's tight ass flares out from her back, curving out sharply before immediately pinching back to meet her smooth thighs and slim legs with a slight overhang that emphasizes how rounded her tiny butt is. With each hand squeezing the butt cheek beneath it, Stephen spreads his legs, placing them outside Erica's, bringing his waist down to the height of the bed. With his cock now level with the entrance to Erica's pussy, Stephen guides it between her thighs and under the curve of her ass toward the gaping slit that is waiting to take him. 

Squeezing her butt cheeks even more firmly, Stephen pushes himself into Erica, easily sliding into the slippery cavity of her pussy. Once he's fully buried in Erica, Stephen starts to thrust, keeping his cock deep inside her and pushing his hips forward so that each stroke squashes into her ass. Each sharp, metronomic stroke sends a gasped, "Fuck yes," from Erica's lips as Stephen keeps this pace up for a solid five minutes. 

Stephen changes his rhythm, pulling further out of Erica, so that each on each return stroke she feels him slide into her, his penis grinding against the walls of her pussy. Erica's moans increase, becoming a sustained "Ooh," as Stephen saws his cock in and out of her, her juices squeezing out around his shaft as he fucks her. Erica is being pushed closer and closer to the brink. 

"Fuck me baby, fuck me harder." 

Stephen responds by gripping her ass tighter, seeing the flesh yield and redden beneath his fingers. Each time he plows his cock back into Erica his thrust is harder than the one before. The friction on his shaft is beginning to diminish as Erica's pussy starts to ooze wetter and wetter with each stroke. 




Erica's Story Pt. 01



The increased intensity of Stephen's pounding just makes Erica hungrier, "Fuck me, fuck me senseless." 

"I'm gonna pound you senseless; I'm gonna fuck that sweet little cunt of yours until you can't stand up any more." 

Something switches in Erica's head, "That's it, talk dirty to me. I want to be treated rough; I want to be a little sex toy for you." 

"C'mon you cheating slutty housewife, you're going to take my spunk right into your unfaithful little pussy." 

Erica has never been spoken to like this before, but it drives her wild. Even before Stephen has finished speaking, she is gushing around his cock. Her orgasm takes over her body, sending tingles of pleasure from her clit and through her pussy out to the tips of her toes and fingers. 

Erica's climax sets Stephen off, and without warning, he feels his cock erupting, streams of semen flowing out of him into Erica's body. His cock seems to gush forever, leaving him drained. Pulling out, he can see the creamy spunk leaking from Erica onto the sheets. He falls onto the bed alongside her, and they move into a cuddle, arms and legs wrapped around each other. 

Erica purrs into Stephen's shoulder, "Mmm, baby that was so hot. I loved it when you talked dirty to me. I want you to do that more. And I liked it when you were rough; it made me so wet." 

"Anything you want. You're the most amazing lover I've ever had, I love the sex I have with you." 

Erica looks up at Stephen. She pauses, and clears her throat, then says, "There's something else Stephen. Something else I want. I want to feel what it is like with another man; at the same time. And," 

"Go on," 

"I want to know what it's like to go with a woman. I want us to have sex with another couple." 

Stephen turns to look Erica directly in the face; then leans in to kiss her, "Erica, you really are the sexiest woman alive." 

*** 

Erica is on her knees, with Stephen flat on his back in front of her. Her mouth is clamped around the shaft of Stephen's cock, slurping greedily. Erica had done this dozens of times now, and still gets a thrill from the way Stephen reacts as she sucks him, and from knowing that she is being an unfaithful housewife, fucking another man behind her husband's back. This time there is a whole new thrill though. Behind her, Jim, a powerful, heavyset man, who Stephen has only introduced her to a few hours before, is pounding into her doggy style, the sound of his thighs slapping into her ass with every stroke filling the room. 

Erica's moans of pleasure are muffled by the cock that is lodged in her throat. She can hardly believe this is happening, but is even more turned on than she'd imagined she would be. Glancing up toward Stephen, she confirms that Tina, Jim's chubby looking girlfriend is still sat on Stephen's face, grinding her cunt juices over his mouth. Stephen has opened a door for her into an amazing new world, and she has jumped right through. 

The taste of Tina's sloppy wet pussy is all over Stephen's tongue. With his hands on her ass to control her grinding, he pushes his tongue over her clit. Hearing Erica's gasps as Jim slams into her, Stephen can't resist his urge to join in pounding Erica's pussy. Pushing Tina away, he tells her to spread her legs beneath Erica's mouth so that she can lick her out, and swaps with Jim. Erica's slit is exposed in front of him, already red and shining wet from Jim's pounding. 

Stephen enters Erica from behind, slamming his cock deep into her pussy with one hard thrust, and forcing a scream of pleasure from her open mouth. His hand spanks and slaps her ass as he repeatedly rams his huge thick cock into her married hole until he explodes deep inside. Stephen lets Jim take over again, telling him, "Fuck her hard, she's a horny little slut who can't get enough," with that, Jim thrusts into Erica, shouting out, "Man she's wet now" as he pushes his cock back into her. 

Erica screams in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Jim's cock is fatter and thicker than she's used to and it feels like it is stretching her to the limit to take him into her body. Stephen looks on as Jim buries himself in Erica's straining cunt, "She likes to be called dirty names when you fuck her." 

Jim looks up from Erica's ass, "Yeah?" 

"Yeah, she gets off on being reminded that she's being an unfaithful slut, fucking other men behind her husband's back." 

Just hearing the two men talk about her like this is turning Erica on; she moves her mouth off Tina's clit long enough to pant out, "Please Jim, talk dirty to me. I love being called filthy names." Then pausing briefly to squirm back onto Jim's cock, she adds, "And dirty talk makes me dripping wet." 

Jim puts his hands back on Erica's ass, and redoubles his pounding, grunting, "Take it deep you fucking slut" as he slams his cock into the core of her body. A thrill of excitement shivers through Erica; she had never imagined that fucking a man like Jim would turn her on this much. 

Sensing her need to be dominated, Jim's hand roughly spanks her tiny ass as he pounds into her. "You like it bareback don't you whore," and as the fucking continues, so do the names, and the relentless abuse of her pussy as Jim fucks Erica with a force she has never experienced before. 

Erica is gasping with each thrust, but her moans are muffled with her mouth pressed into Tina's pussy. Tina's hands are on the back of her head, forcing Erica's lips deeper into her eager cunt. For a moment, Stephen watches, loving the way Erica's body moves in response to the hard fucking she's receiving, and loving the sight of her mouth licking out Tina's shaven slit. She's shorter than Erica, and her thick thighs are wrapped around Erica's shoulders, her soft tits shaking on her chest as each thrust of Jim's cock makes Erica shudder, pushing her tongue onto Tina's clit. 

With Jim's cock making her feel completely stuffed, and his balls smacking hard into her clit with every stroke, Erica is being pushed closer and closer to yet another orgasm. The feeling is building through the walls of her pussy, each thrust of Jim's cock ramping up the intensity in her body until Eventually Erica is cumming uncontrollably, her whole body wracked by the pleasure pulsing from her clitoris with an intensity she had never experienced before. 

Even though Stephen has already unloaded his cock into Erica twice, watching her climax like this is a massive turn on for him; his cock begins to stiffen up again, and a new idea enters his head. He has a quick suck on Tina's huge bouncing tits; quadruple the size of Erica's perky little boobs, before moving alongside Erica, using one hand to reach underneath her to squeeze her tits, whilst placing the other on her ass, and sliding it down to press a finger against her dry, tight asshole. 

Stephen has never done this with Erica before, and from their conversations, he knows that Erica has never had anal sex with her husband or any previous boyfriends. He keeps his finger pressed against the pucker of her asshole, holding back on pushing in. After a few moments she begins to relax, then, as Jim continues thrusting into Erica's gushing pussy, he pushes his finger into her up to the first joint, and starts a slight in-out motion, in time with Jim's fucking. 

Before Stephen can increase his penetration of Erica's ass, Jim explodes in her pussy. With one final thrust, he shouts out, "I'm cumming! Take my spunk you dirty slut!", and with a groan, he sends a wave of hot sticky spunk deep into her pussy. This sets Erica off again, and her orgasm is prolonged and intensified. A new wave of shudders overcome through her, tightening her pussy and making it gush juices over Jim's shaft. As Erica and Jim climax, Stephen pushes his finger deeper into Erica's ass, and his gentle fingering turns into a deep probing as he moves his finger around inside her virgin anus. 

As Jim pulls out and moves away, Stephen takes his place behind Erica's butt, giving her reddened ass cheeks another slap, then watching the mix of pussy juice and multiple loads of spunk leak from her well-fucked slit and down her leg. He uses his finger to collect some, and feeds it to her, making Erica lick it off his finger. Jim, Tina and Stephen all watch Erica eat the spunky juices from Stephen's finger, telling her what a hot and sexy spunk-loving whore she is. Then, sliding a finger into her dripping pussy up to the knuckle, he coats it in a mixture of her own juices and oozing semen, before pulling it out, and sliding it back into her ass. 

While Stephen is pushing his finger into Erica's ass, Tina slides beneath her, and moves her mouth to Erica's tits, taking one of them entirely into her mouth and sucking greedily on it. Stephen and Jim look on approvingly, and tell her to suck them good and hard, "Suck her perky little tits hard and make her squirm. She loves having her tiny little titties sucked." 

Jim straddles Tina, his recently drained cock dwarfed between her enormous titty pillows. Once in position, he wipes his cock on Erica's face, forcing her to lick the spunk and juice from it. With his cock cleaned, he begins to play with Tina's tits, and reaches round to squeeze Erica's smaller, firmer titties as well. With Jim and Tina in position at the front, Stephen slides his cock into Erica's pussy again, feeling how wet and sloppy she is. 

"Fuck Erica, you're a juicy little bitch." 

Stephen fucks Erica for a few strokes, slathering his shaft in juices, before pulling out, and pulling his finger out of her ass at the same time. He guides the tip of his cock to Erica's pink virgin asshole, and presses it against the tiny, delicate looking hole. 

He asks, "Do you want it in the ass Erica?" 

She pleads with him not too, "No please don't, I'm too tight; I've never done it back there before." Stephen presses his cock so that the head is nestled against the small black shadow of her asshole. Any more pressure and it would begin to penetrate her. Stephen's cock is throbbing with excitement at the sight of Erica's pert little butt in front of him, her ass cheeks red raw from the slapping that she has received from Stephen and Jim as they've fucked her. He listens to her pleading, and for a moment considers slamming back into her juicy wet cunt, but knowing that her ass is virgin makes him determined to continue. 

"Please don't you're too big." 

Without warning, Erica's pleading is muffled as she gags on the thick cock that is being stuffed into her mouth. Even at half-mast Jim's cock is huge and she almost chokes as it pushes into the back of her throat. Stephen watches as Erica takes Jim's cock in into her mouth, and Jim starts to jerk his hips, roughly face fucking her. The touch of Erica's lips on his shaft quickly brings Jim to maximum stiffness and she feels his cock growing in her mouth as he forces her to swallow him. 

Jim's cock stuffed in her mouth makes it hard for Erica to breathe, and his large balls smack into her chin as she squirms in front of him. Breathing through the nose to keep the cock encased between her lips, Erica starts to concentrate on pleasuring him. Below her, Tina moves her mouth off Erica's tits, and starts to suck on Jim's balls, her mouth closing around the loose sacks bouncing heavily below his thrusting cock. 

Stephen looks at Erica's asshole exposed in front of him. He places one hand on her ass, and squeezes tightly, watching her skin redden beneath his fingers. With the other hand, he twists his finger into her, spreading her asshole. Pushing the head of his cock in behind his finger, Stephen gets the head of his cock lodged halfway into Erica. 

Erica squirms beneath him, and he keeps her in place by pulling his finger from her asshole and gripping her ass cheeks tightly with both hands. With a thrust of his hips, he pushes his cock forward, until the throbbing head is completely enclosed by Erica's tight asshole. The flesh of Erica's asshole closes up around Stephen's cock, so that the bulbous head is hidden inside her body. 

Erica is pinned between two cocks now, one thrusting into her mouth, the other pushing into her ass. For the next minute or so, Stephen slowly pushes in, ignoring Erica's muffled screams, and feeling her body relax as she gets used to having seven inches of cock move into her ass. When he's halfway in, he starts thrusting; small movements that slide him in and out of her, half an inch at first, then more, each thrust sending him a little deeper in, until finally, he's completely buried inside Erica's tight anal passage, feeling it grip tight around his shaft. 

Stephen and Jim have Erica completely degraded; spitroasted with a cock in each end, both of them buried to the hilt, while a huge pair of tits are squirming beneath her as Tina's greedy mouth sucks at Jim's balls, bouncing directly below Erica's chin. Ignoring Erica's moans and her pleas for them to be gentle, Stephen revels in the sensation of the tight tunnel of Erica's ass squeezing his cock, producing a throbbing in his shaft that feels amazing. He cannot control himself now, and starts to fuck Erica, grabbing her tiny butt cheeks with both hands and sliding his cock out, feeling her asshole gripping it as he does, then forcing it back in, feeling her ass yield around his shaft as it adapts to being filled. 

Stephen starts to give Erica more of the dirty talk she loves so much, "That's it you dirty slut take it deep in your ass." 

Jim joins in, "Fucking whore can't get enough. Suck my cock harder bitch." 

Even Tina starts calling Erica filthy names, "What a little slut you are Erica, you want to be a little whore don't you." 

Jim's huge cock is still pushing into Erica's mouth, gagging her as she struggles to cope with its girth. Now that Stephen has started to fuck Erica more firmly, both cocks are sliding in and out of her relentlessly, forcing her to writhe beneath the two men. Erica has no control, and the movements of her body are entirely due to the thrusting cocks at either end, but beneath her, Tina supports her weight as she begins to sag onto her huge soft tits. 

For a while the only sounds are Erica's muffled struggles and the smacking of Jim's balls against her chin and Stephen's balls against her pussy as they pound into Erica from both ends. Tina reaches up and begins to rub Erica's clit. The new sensation of pleasure radiating out from her pussy mixes in with the pain from her ass creating a pleasure-pain feeling in her body that Erica has never experienced before. Erica realizes that somehow, she is enjoying this; that being used by these men like this is sending her body into amazing new places. 

The sight of Erica's pert hot body beneath him, and the feeling of being gripped by her ass is the hottest thing Stephen has ever experienced. Both men are talking constantly to Erica, telling her what a dirty, sexy slut she is, how much they love fucking her, how she's a sexy cock-hungry whore. For a while they're lost in the sensations of fucking, of thrusting into Erica, of the feelings she's creating in their throbbing penises. 

It cannot last though, not with Erica's ass gripping Stephen's shaft so tightly, and at the other end her mouth sucking so hard on Jim's knob. Almost simultaneously, Stephen and Jim explode, sending waves of creamy spunk shooting out of their cocks, filling Erica's ass and mouth. She swallows greedily as the spunk hits the back of her throat, and feels her ass overflow with spunk. Stephen pulls out, and watches a stream of his semen dribble out of Erica's asshole. Exhausted, Erica rolls to the bed, and at the other end, Jim collapses onto Tina's tits. 

Overwhelmed, everyone lies sprawled on the bed. Erica recovers in Stephen's arms, whilst Tina kisses Jim passionately. Tina hasn't been fucked properly yet, and she had also made it clear earlier that she has plans with Erica in mind, as well as wanting to get stuffed with cock. With a big smile on her face, Tina reaches down to the floor where her bag is lying. Erica's eyes widen as Tina pulls out a variety of sex toys: a large curvy plastic vibrator, a slim silver vibrator, and finally, making Erica's eyes bulge with fright, a thick rubber strap-on dildo that must be fully 10 inches long and as thick as a Coke can. 

"Erica, I want to play with you while the boys recover. I want to make you moan with pleasure, and then I want you to do the same to me." Turning to the two men, she then adds, "Then I want you guys to fuck me senseless." 

With that, she moves over to Erica, pushing her back on the bed and restraining her wrists with the panties Erica had dropped on the floor earlier. Tina then spreads Erica's legs and pushes them back over her shoulders, tying her ankles to the bedposts with two of her bras, so that her pussy and ass are spread and exposed. Erica is squirming on the bed, but Tina presses the larger vibrator against her sensitive, swollen clit, and turns it on to full speed, ordering her, "Play with this on your clit you horny slut." 

In a few moments the buzzing vibrator is sending tingles of pleasure through Erica's clit, and her pussy begins to ooze wet again. Her pleas for Tina to turn off the vibrator fade to a whimper, and Erica begins to make appreciative moans as she feels the tingling sensations build in her clit. At this point Tina moves between Erica's legs with the huge, thick dildo strapped to her body. 

"Let's see if your cunt is ready to take this." 

"Please Tina, no! It's too large!" Erica's cries go unheeded, and Tina just slaps her face, before grabbing her own wet soiled panties off the bed and shoving them into Erica's mouth to gag her. With that done, she begins feeding the knob of the huge dildo into Erica's open wet pussy, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper inside, ignoring Erica's muffled gasps as she drives it into her body. Erica's pussy flaps are being visibly stretched by the thickness of the dildo, but once it gets over half way in, her body starts to adjust, and the men looking on can see her creamy juices leak out of the sides as Tina begins to slowly move the dildo back and forth in Erica's puffy, stretch vagina. 

With the shock of being fucked by this huge toy, Erica lets the vibrator slide off her clit, but Stephen guides it back there, making sure that her clit is being completely stimulated while her pussy is being filled. As Stephen is doing this, Jim is lubing up the second vibrator, the slim silver one. Motioning to Tina to pause for a second, he reaches beneath the two women to guide it into Erica's asshole. With a firm push, he sends the lubed rod sliding up her anus, and switches it on to vibrate. Then he turns to Tina, and tells her, "Fuck her senseless." 

Tina doesn't need to be told twice, and she gives one more hard thrust of her hips, wedging the full length of the dildo deep into Erica's unfaithful pussy, pushing a trickle of frothed-up juices out of her at the same time. Now, with her pussy and ass filled, and a vibrator buzzing on her clit at the same time, Tina grabs Erica's legs and starts to hump into her, using the strap-on as a merciless fucking tool. 

The rough fucking that Tina is giving Erica leaves her breathless, and in shock that she is able to take something the size of the dildo into her body. Erica desperately tries to resist the destruction that Tina is unleashing on her pussy, but all she does is stretch and ruin the bras that restrain her ankles to the bed. Tina responds to Erica's resistance by slamming the strap-on into her pussy even more roughly, saying, "Something bigger is still to come you whore, so get used to the feeling." 

Stephen and Jim kneel either side of the two women, watching on, amazed by what they are seeing. Their hands are on Erica's tits and Tina's backside, feeling the two bodies, so different, but both so sexy, move beneath them. Soon Stephen is rock hard again, excited by the hot scene in front of him, and he rips the panties from Erica's wrists, freeing her hands so that he can make her jerk him off as she is being fucked. Seeing this, Jim does the same, and for a while they watch Erica being filled with sex toys in both holes while her hands work on their cocks. Excited and aroused, they shout out encouragement to Tina, urging her to keep on fucking Erica with no mercy. 




Erica's Story Pt. 01



Erica is moaning and writhing on the bed. She's losing control of her body: the sensation of being completely full, fuller than she's ever been is overwhelming her. The combined sensations of the vibrators in her ass and on her clit, and the huge dildo filling her and stretching her push Erica over the edge, and she lets out a muffled scream as she climaxes. Tina pulls halfway out and pauses. Knowing that there is no way Erica is going to beg to stop right now, Stephen pulls the panties out of her mouth, letting Erica moan out load, and gasp for air. 

Before Erica can get too comfortable though, Stephen says, "There's still one hole that needs filling." 

Tina encourages him, saying, "Yeah, fuck this dirty whore in the mouth." 

With Tina and Jim spurring him on, Stephen pushes his erect cock toward Erica's lips. Once he can feel Erica's mouth clamp around the throbbing head of his shaft, he pushes in, making her suck on the length of his shaft. Unable to control the urges created by the sensations Erica's mouth is creating, he begins face fucking her, pushing his cock into her throat. Feeling left out, Jim joins Stephen and from the other side of Erica's body he forces her mouth to stretch wide to accept a second swollen penis. Erica is helpless beneath the two men as they both pump their cocks into her overstretched mouth. 

Tina loves watching the two guys face fuck Erica and her pace quickens as she continues to destroy Erica's pussy with the huge dildo. Pulling her hips back till only the tip of the dildo is nestled between Erica's pussy lips, Tina rams it forward again filling Erica with all 10 inches of the strap-on in one go. Erica has never been more defenseless as Jim, Tina and Stephen devote their energies to fucking her into oblivion. 

Eventually, Jim decides that it is time for a change, "It's about time Tina got some action. Do you reckon we should pull out the double dildo and let them fuck each other for a while?" 

Stephen and Jim pull Tina off Erica, and unstrap the dildo that is flapping between Tina's legs. Tina's shaven pussy is wet and red from where the strap-on has been rubbing against her as she fucked Erica. Jim pulls the out the double dildo from the bag of sex toys they've brought along and Erica's eyes nearly pop out of her head. She hadn't imagined there was any way that Tina could be serious when she'd said that something bigger was yet to come, but this is like a length of inflated fire hose, and long enough to give both women using it as much as they can handle. 

Erica gasps, "No, not that!" 

Jim dismisses Erica, replying, "This should test that slutty little pussy of yours." 

He has some mercy on Erica though, and lubes up the dildo before he hands it over to Tina. Once the dildo is in her hands, Tina lies back on the bed and lifts her legs, placing one end of the dildo at her pussy lips. Jim reaches down to feed it into her, and a satisfied gasp comes from Tina's mouth as it starts to penetrate deeply. Stephen watches on in admiration as Tina takes the dildo into her pussy, marveling at how it stretches her. With nine inches in her it bottoms out at the base of her pussy, and Tina purrs with pleasure at the sensation, "Mmm, it's good to be filled," addressing Jim, she adds, "I needed to get something inside me; I'm aching to be fucked." 

As Jim supports Tina, bracing her in front of him with his hands cupped over her tits, Stephen guides Erica into position, placing her so that her ass is pressed against Tina's much larger backside and the two women's legs lie parallel with each other. Taking the other end of the dildo, Stephen twists it between Erica's legs, and steers it to her pussy lips. Then, pushing Erica forward as Jim pushes Tina closer to her at the same time, the dildo inches both women's bodies. 

Erica grits her teeth as the dildo slides into her and bottoms out. Once it's in, her body starts adjusting to the biggest thing she's ever had inside her. The thick rubber hose feels like it is stimulating every nerve of her pussy. As the surprise and shock wears off, she gradually gets used being filled and stretched, and realizes that a massive thrill is overcoming her, a combination of ecstatic pleasure and total submission that leaves her wet and craving more. 

Stephen moves behind Erica and supports her, with his hands squeezing her pert little tits. Supported by the two men, Erica and Tina push their asses closer. Every movement of their bodies makes the dildo move inside both Erica and Tina, and as Tina reacts to Erica's movements, it sets off a chain reaction, flexing the dildo inside the other woman's body. 

Soon, they're both writhing in their partner's arms, riding the huge flexible hosepipe that connects them. For a while, they get into a rhythm and start working together. Eventually though, Erica's orgasm starts to build, and it is obvious that Tina's is too. Erica's movements become jerky and spasmodic, and each twitch of Tina's body sets off an uncontrollable reaction in Erica's as the dildo is pushed even more firmly into Erica's stretched pussy. 

Erica and Tina's pussies are grinding against each other, the juices leaking from both of them smearing down their thighs, leaving a wet and sticky sheen of pussy juice on their legs. The dildo is too big, and as Erica gasps each time with the dildo moves inside her, she tries to push back and make Tina take some more. Tina reacts by leaning forward and grabbing the triangle of pubic hair at the top of Erica's pussy, using her grip to push back harder into Erica. 

Jim and Stephen encourage the two women, shouting out, "Fuck each other you dirty sluts," and, "C'mon, you cock hungry whores, FUCK!" 

Between her moans, Tina pants out, "I bet this is the best thing your married cunt has ever experienced isn't it?" 

Erica moans as she rides the dildo, forced to endure Tina's taunts, but more excited than she's ever been, she just groans with a mixture of pleasure-pain in response, prompting Tina to keep up her abuse, "Don't worry Erica, there's plenty more for your dirty married cunt to take after this so keep those milky thighs spread you cheap whore." 

Once Erica and Tina are bucking against each other, lost in the sensations of their dildo-stretched pussies, Jim and Stephen move out from their positions supporting the two women, and kneel either side of them, their erect cocks looming over the sweat slicked faces of the over-excited women. 

Jim speaks first, "Right, which one of you dirty sluts wants my cock in your mouth?" 

Jim heads to Erica, so Stephen moves to Tina. Both men thrust their shafts into the panting mouths poised below their cocks. Stephen can see Erica slurping away greedily at Jim's cock, and Tina is making Stephen throb in her mouth with the skill of her sucking. Stephen's cock feels amazing, but he wants Erica worshiping his cock as well. He tells Jim, "It's time they double-teamed our cocks." 

Together the two men pull Erica and Tina apart, and get them both on their knees in front of them, side by side. Soon, both women are bobbing their heads up and down on a cock, swapping regularly between Stephen and Jim. Once both men have had a good individual sucking, Tina and Erica give each man a turn where both women concentrate on one cock, or one sucks a cock while the other woman sucks on the balls hanging beneath. 

As Stephen and Jim swap between the two women, they make them experience their different face fucking styles. Jim is brutal as he just grabs Erica's ponytail and forces her mouth down over every inch of his shaft, making her gag as she deep throats him. Stephen thrusts in and out more slowly but any lack of enthusiasm on the part of Erica's slurping tongue is punished with a swift twist and painful pull of her puffy nipples. 

Eventually, Stephen and Jim start double face fucking Erica again. Once more, Erica has become a toy, being used by Stephen and Jim for their pleasure. They force Erica to gag as they grab her by the back of the head and push their throbbing cocks into her mouth. Erica can taste pre-cum leaking from them, and she reaches up to take their balls in her hands, massaging their ball sacks as they push into her. She receives praise in response, "That's it you little cock whore, you're a good little slut, show us what you would do for hubby," and she feels her pussy gush wet between her legs again. 

Tina is enjoying the whole experience of helping to humiliate Erica; her hand slides between Erica's legs and Erica is helpless to do anything as she feels Tina roughly finger her over used slit while Erica continues to suck deeply on the two cocks throbbing in her mouth. Sliding one finger in, then another, then using a third one to rub Erica's clit, Tina starts to briskly finger fuck Erica. Another wave of pleasure washes through Erica's body as Tina's fingers squelch into her pussy. Tina's probing fingers become coated in Erica's wetness, and she concentrates all her efforts on Erica's clit, trying to push Erica to a new level of excitement. 

The feeling of Tina's fingers moving across her clit, while the two men continue to face fuck her, is scrambling Erica's thoughts, rewiring her whole notion of what it means to be turned on. It has been three hours since Erica first took her clothes off in front of the two strangers and her body is taking over her thought processes. With every movement of Tina's fingers, Erica's brain is becoming more and more driven by the cravings in her pussy. 

Jim turns to Stephen, saying, "I'm gonna cum soon." 

In response, Stephen pulls out of Erica's mouth, letting Jim resume his forceful face fucking until he blows his load, holding the back of Erica's head so that her mouth is clamped around the base of his shaft. Jim's ejaculation is prolonged and copious, sending jets of spunk into the back of Erica's throat, forcing her to swallow quickly as semen pulses into her mouth. Pulling out, one final spurt sends a string of semen beading over Erica's face. 

Knowing that he is also about to cum, Stephen pushes Erica and Tina onto the floor, so that Erica is on her knees with Tina beneath her. As she falls forward, Erica's breasts are squashed against Tina's cushiony tits. Falling onto Tina's face, Tina pulls Erica toward her, and clamps their mouths together, kissing Erica greedily, pushing her tongue in, tasting Jim's sperm on her face and lips. Behind Erica, Stephen has slammed his cock in to her wet, over-stretched pussy, and calling out to Jim, "Wow; barely touched the sides!" he starts a firm pounding that makes his balls slap against her legs with each stroke. 

Jim responds to Stephen with a grin, "Yeah, we've stretched this little slut out good and proper now." 

Stephen's hard, repetitive strokes slam into Erica, pushing her forward onto Tina's tits and mouth. For a while, fucking Erica is almost too easy, she's so wet that there is hardly any friction on Stephen's cock, and streams of wet gooey cum from earlier ejaculations trickle out of her over-fucked pussy and along her inner thighs. He slaps her ass hard, and grabs hold of it tightly in an effort to increase the intensity of his pounding. 

Erica moans in pleasure as she caves in to the urgings coming from her pussy and submits to Stephen's pounding. She whimpers with desire into Tina's ear, "More, more ooh more please." 

Stephen's spunk-filled balls slap hard against Erica's hyper-sensitive clit and she feels her orgasm building as he fucks her with enough force to make her perky tits whip and swing across her body. Instinctively, Erica starts tightening her pussy, flexing the muscles to tighten her cunt walls around Stephen's cock. This only encourages Stephen to redouble his efforts. 

Erica has an ecstatic look on her face, her eyes slightly glazed as she pants in response to Stephen's thrusting. He has never experienced Erica like this before. The way she is moaning with pleasure, the way she so clearly loves the intensity of this experience, of being fucked remorselessly again and again, of being used like a whore for the pleasure of Jim, Tina and Stephen, the way she is squirming against Tina, kissing her passionately. Erica's heightened excitement thrills Stephen. His orgasm begins to build, his cock aching as spunk flows from his balls up into his shaft, ready for release. 

With a final groan, he shouts out, "Oh my God Erica, I'm cumming so hard!" and with that, he unloads, shooting into Erica again and again, with his cock buried deep inside her, feeling her pussy clamp around his shaft as his orgasm makes her pussy tighten in spasms. Once again, Erica is full of semen, and looking on, Jim continues the degrading commentary, "That's it you dirty married bitch, take that spunk in your greedy little cunt." 

Stephen pulls out exhausted, wiping his cock on Erica's bush, covering her in a creamy white mess. As soon he has finished, Tina takes Erica and pulls her into a 69 position, licking the spunk and juices that are flowing from her well-fucked pussy, and pulling her head down onto her pussy, forcing Erica to eat her out. Jim and Stephen watch on as Tina forces Erica to lick and finger her until she is cumming, knowing that soon enough, Tina will be demanding that they both join in fucking her. 

*** 

Erica had never previously experienced anything like the night she spent with Jim and Tina. Afterwards, she thought about it constantly, remembering how, toward the end, her body seemed to reach a new, heightened state of excitement and stimulation. Lying in bed with Stephen, she would run through the events with him, remembering all the ways she had been fucked, the thrill she had experienced, all the ways she had been used by the others for their pleasure. She got wet just thinking about it. 

She continued to see Stephen regularly, in the old way, fucking in the afternoons when the house was empty, but she knew now that she couldn't just be satisfied with a lover. What Erica had come to realize was that what turned her on wasn't just sex with a man who wasn't her husband, or even just having more sex than her marriage could provide. What was making her wet all the time was thinking about being a fuck toy, about being used again and again for the pleasure of other men, and for that matter, other women. 

One afternoon, lying in Stephen's arms after another energetic session of mutual sucking and licking, repeated fucking, and some vibrator play, Erica put her hand over Stephen's flaccid cock and drained balls. Massaging him between her fingers, she began to speak. 

"You know I'm really looking forward to seeing Tina and Jim again?" 

"Yes; you've been talking about it all week my love." 

"Well, I've been thinking. I want something more. I want to be fucked by a LOT of men, all at the same time." 

***



Erica's Story Pt. 02



In the days after her first experience of group sex, all Erica could think about was her next opportunity to live out her fantasies. She persuaded Stephen to remain in email contact with Jim and Tina, and although she continued to fuck Stephen in the afternoons when her husband was away, she spent most of her time plotting to arrange another free evening when she could spend the whole night fucking with Jim and Tina, as well as Stephen. 

"Stephen, how many men do you think I could take at once?" 

Erica had asked this question of Stephen a few times now. She was letting her fantasies run away with her; in her head, she'd moved on from just thinking about the next session with Jim and Tina. Now, the idea that tantalized her, that filled all her daydreams with ever more erotic images was of being fucked again and again, by as many men as possible. 

Stephen moved his head away from Erica's left breast, where he'd been diligently sucking on her nipple in response to Erica's insatiable demands. 

"I don't know. Do you mean simultaneously, like a cock in every hole kind of thing? Or do you mean how many guys could you fuck in one night before you just couldn't take any more?" 

"Both I suppose. They both sound delicious." 

Stephen pressed his mouth against Erica's, kissing her hungrily. Moving between her legs, his cock slipped easily into her eager wet pussy, and together, they fucked greedily, passionately, until they bought each other to climax. Erica moaned with pleasure beneath Stephen, panting each time he plunged into her until all she could do was scream with orgasmic release. Stephen let out a groan of relief as he came, hosing Erica's pussy with a gush of semen, and then collapsing onto her as his hips gave way. Rolling onto their sides, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, until once again, they were ready to continue their lovemaking. 

*** 

Erica and Stephen began to have sex with Jim and Tina on a regular basis. Each time, Erica would beg both men to fuck her as thoroughly and as roughly as possible, for both of them to cum in all her holes as many times as they were able. She would submit to their every demand, and ended every evening debased and exhausted, but ecstatically happy. It didn't seem to matter what they asked of Erica, her body craved the sex they gave her, and she found it increasingly normal that the others were beginning to treat her as a sex toy, available for their pleasure in any way they wanted. 

Jim and Tina recognized something in Erica. Something they could use. They could see that what she wanted wasn't just sex; it was to sublimate her entire being to her sexual urges. It was obvious to them that Erica didn't yet realize what she needed, what she could become, but they knew that they could help her, and that it would be to their advantage to lead her down this path. 

Tina especially began to develop an increased power over Erica. Tina didn't mind that Erica had the lion's share of the sex with Jim and Stephen, what she liked most was sex with Erica, having Erica eat her out, or licking the spunk out of Erica's pussy after the two men had used her. What Tina liked best of all though was the control over Erica she was gaining. Increasingly, Erica submitted to Tina over small things such as her choices in clothing, and in the bedroom, the sex games they played each time the two couples met began to revolve around the decisions Tina made about how Erica was to be treated. 

Erica talked regularly to Jim and Tina about her urge to be fucked by as many men as possible. Keen to test her limits, they explored fantasies in which they could make this happen for her, but also hinted at how uncontrollable a situation it would be. How the men would have no feelings for her, and would expect to use her any way they wanted, and how roughly they would be likely to treat her. 

On the outside, to Jim and Tina, Erica laughed this off, telling them that just talking about sex like this was making her wet and horny. On the inside, she was still scared, and couldn't understand why she felt like this, or why she only seemed to be truly satisfied when sex was unrelenting, and degrading, and she was being forced into submitting to Tina's whims. 

What Erica didn't know is that Jim and Tina had been plotting her future ever since their sessions with Erica and Stephen became regular events. They had quickly realized that her needs made her someone they could use for profit, as well as their own pleasure. Their plan was simple. 

Erica seemed more than willing to have sex with as many men as they could find for her, either one at a time or in groups. Jim and Tina knew that a lot of those men would be happy to pay for the privilege of fucking Erica. What's more, Jim and Tina knew that once Erica was regularly having sex for money, their control over Erica would increase. 

All Tina and Jim had to do was create the opportunities for Erica to fulfill her fantasies, and lead her to them in a way that wouldn't push her past her limits too quickly. They were confident that once Erica had made the leap, her cravings for ever more extreme sex would see her beg to be under their control. 

*** 

Erica is bent over, being fucked roughly from behind. The hard pounding she is receiving feels as delicious as ever, but this time there is a new thrill. Jim has invited Andy, one of his work colleagues to join them. For the first time, Erica is being fucked by three men at once. Her excitement and anticipation have kept her wet all afternoon. Now, one of her fantasies is turning into reality. 

Andy pulls out of Erica's sloppy cunt, "Man, this is awesome. You guys have been fucking this bitch all this time, and not told me about her before?" 

Andy has been briefed about Erica's love of being addressed as a filthy slut, and being talked to as if she were an object, only there for the pleasure of the people fucking her. He continues, "She's insatiable, it doesn't seem to matter how much we fuck her, she just wants more." 

Jim has a satisfied grin on his face as he lies back on the bed and pulls Erica down onto his thick cock, rock hard and projecting vertically from his body, "Yeah, she's fucking fantastic isn't she?" Grabbing Erica's ass cheeks, he switches his attention from Andy to Erica, "C'mon you cock hungry slut, ride me." 

A thrill runs through Erica as she listens to the conversation going on around her. The sensation of Jim's erect cock moving inside her as she starts to grind her hips into him makes her even wetter, and she can see her pussy juices flowing out and coating Jim's pubes, leaving them slick and wet. She reaches down and grabs Jim's hands, placing them on her tits, forcing him to squeeze them as she rides him. 

Erica lets out a moan of pleasure, and the words she's been waiting to say all evening slip from her mouth, "Mmm, this feels so good. Come on guys, it's time I had all of you at once." 

"Too right," looking on from where she is playing with Stephen's cock, keeping him hard, Tina nods approvingly, "It's about time she knew what it felt like to have all of her holes stuffed full of cock at the same time." 

Andy and Stephen both move back towards Erica. It's nearly 45 minutes since Stephen last came, and his cock is fresh and ramrod hard. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he quickly stakes his claim, "I'm taking her in the ass. Andy, you can have her mouth." 

Andy looks disappointed, but knows he is the newcomer in the situation, "Sure, but we swap later right?" 

"Maybe," Stephen isn't really paying attention anymore. He's on his knees behind Erica, between Jim's legs. With a hand on her back, he encourages Erica to lean forward, exposing her butt. Sliding his hand down her back, he squeezes a butt cheek, and then moves his other hand onto the other cheek, spreading her ass wide, revealing her delicate looking asshole. 

Jim supports Erica as she braces herself, ready for Stephen to penetrate her. With his cock glistening from a thick layer of lube, Stephen guides the head to the tiny puckered hole. 

"OK Erica, get ready for cock number two." 

Erica has had a cock in her ass every time she's had a foursome with Jim and Tina. She's getting used to the sensation of it filling her anal cavity, and mostly, once it's fully in, she can relax enough for it to be pleasurable. The first moments though, as the cock pushes into her, still send a shock through her body, as if she's being stretched and violated beyond her body's capacity to adapt. 

This time is no different. Stephen knows that gaining the first couple of inches, getting his cock head inside her, is going to make Erica scream. With the tip of his cock just pushing in, he squirts more lube over the top of his shaft, using a finger to open her asshole slightly and squirt some inside as well. With that done, he pushes in, as firmly and quickly as he can, and gains the first inch or so. 

"Oh my GOD! Fuck fuck fuuuck!" 

Beneath her, Jim starts to slowly raise his hips, ever so slightly pushing his cock into Erica's pussy. The feeling of a cock moving against her pussy walls takes Erica's mind off the pain of the cock pushing into her ass, and as her screams ebb, Stephen starts a subtle rocking motion with his hips. Slowly bumping his hips into Erica's ass, with Jim matching his rhythm below, Stephen's cock is gradually pushed all the way into Erica. 

Without being aware of how it happens, the feeling of the two cocks bottoming out in her stops being something painful and somehow turns into a wonderful sensation of being perfectly full. Erica relaxes, and lets the movement of the two men control her as they push their cocks in and out of her. This is the best bit, when she lets go, and cedes all control of her body to the two men. 

For a moment Erica forgets about Andy as the two cocks start to piston in and out of her. By now though, Andy has stood over Jim, and he puts his hand on Erica's hair, reminding her of his presence. The three men look at Erica, and Andy says, "All holes filled remember? You need cock number three." 

Erica can feel the distinct sensation of both cocks moving inside her, so close that it almost feels like they're right next to each other. Her breathing is getting shorter, coming in rapid pants as she is pushed about by the two thrusting cocks, "Yes. Come. On. Andy. Give. God yes! Give me. Your. Cock." 

Sitting up slightly, Erica wraps her arms around Andy's legs, and opens her mouth, letting Andy steer his erection between her lips. Once in place, Erica sags down onto Andy's shaft, and relaxes, letting him face fuck her. All three men thrust into her, and as she gets used to the new experience, she lets her mind float away from her body, watching herself in a disassociated state of being. 

Briefly, Erica wonders at what she has become, how far she has strayed from the loving and faithful wife she used to be, and a twinge of guilt flickers through her. Then, in her mind's eye, she sees herself as on onlooker would, and all she can see is the hot scenes in the porn movies that fascinated her so much. She realizes that she is living out her fantasies, that the feelings in her body are amazing, and that the act of total submission that has put her in this place feels good, that she loves being used by these men. 

Erica stays in this out of body state, zoned out, her eyes glazed over, as the three cocks continue to push into her. From the side, Tina watches on, with a dildo in her pussy and a vibrator buzzing on her clit. The only other sounds in the room are the squelching of cocks into wet holes, and the pants and groans of effort as everyone loses themselves in their pre-orgasmic pleasure state. 

Then, with a shock, Erica is bought out of her trance as Jim's hands tighten his grip on her tits, and he groans with the effort of his climax. Erica continues to ride him, even as she can feel his cock deflating and his spunk leaking out of her. She is still pinned between Stephen and Andy, and although she can sense that Stephen isn't far off cumming, she knows that Andy will take a while yet. 

"Go on Stephen, harder." 

Stephen pulls out more forcefully, and makes his return stroke as powerful as he can, watching Erica shudder forward onto Andy's cock. He pulls out again, intending to keep up this more furious pace, but as he does so, his cock takes over, spraying semen uncontrollably into Erica's ass. He lets out a massive groan, and pulls out of Erica, one final spurt leaving a string of spunk trailing from Erica's asshole as he withdraws. 

Freed from the shackles of Jim and Stephen's cocks, Erica unclamps her mouth from Andy's shaft and rolls off Jim onto her back. Spreading her legs wide, she drags Andy down onto her, and grasping his ass to pull him inside her, she whispers in his ear, "Come on Andy; give me your seed as well." 

With his cock buried in Erica's welcoming cunt, Andy doesn't need any more instructions. He buries himself as deeply inside her as he can, then pushes his body forward to grind his shaft against Erica's clit. With his mouth biting into her neck, he starts pistoning his ass, sawing his cock fully in and out in a series of rapid strokes. The motion of his cock against Erica's clit quickly sets her gushing, and after a minute she is moaning uncontrollably beneath Andy. Then, driven crazy with the frenzy of his fucking, Andy begins to cum too. He reaches round to grab Erica's ass as he sags onto her body, and his cock pumps jet after jet of spunk into Erica's eager pussy. 

The three men are sprawled on the bed exhausted. Between them Erica lays panting, spunk leaking from her pussy and ass. Tina crawls between her legs, and gently starts to lick her out. Tina is halfway through tonguing Erica's dripping wet pussy when she looks up at Erica, "Damn you're a horny slut, I reckon you'd be ready to go again five minutes wouldn't you?" 

Erica isn't sure what to say. She's exhausted right now, but if forced to think about it, Tina is right, she probably will be ready to go again, in maybe not five minutes, but probably 15 or 20 minutes. She nods, sheepishly, "I don't know what happens, I just seem to always crave sex." 

This is the moment Tina has been waiting for. She slips a finger inside Erica and starts to gently massage her clit, "I don't think two or three guys are enough for you. I think we should organize something a little more 'interesting' for you." 

Her eyes beginning to glaze over from Tina's fingering, Erica asks, "What do you mean?" 

"Well, I think guys would line up to fuck you, if you were up for it." 

Moaning now in response to the finger rubbing at her clit, Erica relies, "Oh God, I'd be up for it..." 

Turning to Jim and Stephen, Tina delivers her coup de grâce, "I reckon we could make some money off this slut's stamina. What do you say guys?" 

Already in on Tina's plan, Jim nods in agreement, "Hell, yeah, I bet guys would line up to fuck Erica. I wonder how many times a day she could take? Or how about we arrange gangbangs, or bukkake sessions for her?" 

"They sound like great ideas; we could make a fortune from this little slut." 

Stephen is uncertain; this has gone way further than anything he'd ever intended to happen with Erica. While he's equivocating, "I dunno guys, this doesn't sound like playing anymore," Jim pushes Tina's mouth back onto Erica's pussy, and the three men watch as Tina licks her out, slipping her fingers in and frigging her to a small, but gushing orgasm, while her tongue works on her clit. Soon Erica is moaning and bucking her pussy into Tina's mouth, her creamy juices smearing over Tina's face. 

"Oh Tina, that feels so good." 

"It'd feel even better if there were five, or seven or 10 guys here, all desperate to fuck you." 

"God yes, don't stop. Yes. I want more. I want as much as you can get me, anything you can get me." 

*** 

The following morning is a Saturday. With her husband away on an extended work trip, and her daughters visiting their aunt for the weekend, Erica agrees that it is as good a time as any to let Jim and Tina begin making their plans for her. Stephen, Jim and Tina come round to Erica's house early. Jim sits at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, and powers up his laptop before heading to Craigslist. 

Stephen takes pictures of Erica with his phone, making sure that he gets good shots of her tight little ass, perky tits, and her spread wet pussy. Jim writes out a few adverts, putting them in the Casual Encounters section, most under w4m, one in the w4mw section, and a couple in w4mm. The adverts are a mixture; some suggesting she is a horny housewife, others that she is a prostitute, providing a service in exchange for cash. 

Horny MILF, ready to serve 

Dirty slut eager to plea$e you 

Eager to $ervice couples 

Gangbangs - this horny slut needs YOUR cock 

Cocks needed - let me suck you until you explode - regular Bukkake sessions with a horny housewife 

With all the adverts that have been placed, they should be able to get Erica fucked more or less constantly for the next couple of weeks. With the adverts up on Craigslist, they sit back and wait to see what happens. 

Over the course of the day, replies to the adverts collect in Jim's inbox. Unsurprisingly, the 'horny housewife' adverts have collected most replies, but the ones offering a paid service had made it very clear that Erica was an inexperienced amateur prostitute, and had rates well below what the professional whores were charging. The upshot was that there were lots of replies from guys prepared to pay for Erica's services as well. 

By lunchtime, Tina is curious, "How is it going?" 

Jim replies, "Across all the adverts, over 500 responses so far, and they're still coming." 

Tina is excited by this, and asks, "Which ads were popular? Is she gonna be a gangbang slut or a whore?" 

"Both," Jim replies, "There are a lot of timewasters, but there are probably nearly 100 replies specific enough that we can organize something really quickly, tomorrow probably. Then there are loads that are probably for real, but are a bit vague. I guess it'll take a few days, maybe a week to get some of these guys organized. 

Looking through the responses, Jim quickly sorts out the ones from guys who are prepared to pay. 

"We've got maybe a dozen from guys who want to get sucked off. We can send Erica down to the nature reserve to do some of those, and there are some guys who want a quick fuck: we can send some of them down there as well. There are maybe 10 or 15 who want to pay for an hour of sex; she'll have to do them here. The gangbang ad was popular, there are a group of guys all keen for me to set it up for tomorrow afternoon, but there are more guys who want her tomorrow night as well. Do you reckon you can manage that Erica?" 

Before Erica can answer, Tina butts in, "She hasn't got a choice! If they're willing to pay, Erica has to service them!" 

Jim spends the rest of the morning arranging liaisons and pimping Erica out. At lunchtime, he closes the laptop, and calls across to Tina, "You know you're going to have to get Erica ready for tomorrow. She can't go out without looking the part."  

Tina looks across the room at Jim with a leer on her face, "What do you mean?" 

"That hairy bush: it'll have to go. And she needs an outfit." 

"You're right Jim. Leave it to me." 

Tina takes Erica by the hand and leads her to the bathroom, "Quick, get undressed and in the shower." 

As Erica turns the shower on and begins soaping herself in the steamy water, Tina strips too, and gets in the shower with her. Right away, Tina's hands start to move over Erica's body, stroking, touching and squeezing her. Erica is surprised at how tender Tina is; lately she has been treating her so roughly. Tina talks to Erica as she massages soap into her back. 




Erica's Story Pt. 02



"You're going to love what we've got planned for you, I know it." 

"I'm scared Tina, it seems like you're pushing me into being something I'm not." 

"No Erica, we're helping you find who you really are." 

"Really?" 

"Yes really. I've seen the way you behave with Stephen and Jim, and admit it, you were even more excited than usual when Andy was fucking you as well last night," Tina paused, reaching round to cup Erica's breasts in her hands, "We're teaching you to let go Erica, to give into your desires." 

Tina's mouth moves to Erica's shoulder, and she kisses down her back, "I've never met a woman so consumed by her lusts as you Erica. You'll never be satisfied until you've given in to all your cravings." 

By now, Tina's hands have moved down to Erica's ass, and as she kisses Erica's neck, her hands are gently massaging Erica's ass muscles. 

"Turn round Erica." 

Erica obeys, and Tina moves one hand to Erica's pussy, using the other one to guide Erica's fingers to her own slit. Without saying anything, their mouths move together and they start kissing, at the same time their fingers push into each other and begin to move other each other's clitoris. They stay locked together like this, holding other tight, while their mouths mash together, and the fingers work to bring the two of them to a shared climax. 

"Oooh, that's so good," Erica moans out with pleasure as she cums. She can feel Tina's fingers grip into her back, and her teeth bite into her shoulder as Tina's body is taken over by her own orgasm. The two women stand together with their arms wrapped around each other for a moment longer before breaking apart. 

"Erica, come and sit on the edge of the bathtub." 

Tina leads Erica, still dripping wet from the shower, and sits her on the edge of the tub. She spreads Erica's legs apart, exposing her pussy, and the pubic hair, which while neatly trimmed, still covers her labia and mons pubis. Rummaging round in the cupboard, Tina finds a razor blade and a can of shaving cream. 

Tina kneels between Erica's legs, and puts a generous squirt of shaving cream over Erica's pussy, "That's gotta come right off if we're going put you out to work girl." 

Using her fingers to spread and flatten Erica's skin, Tina slowly removes Erica's pubic hair. Starting at the top, she scrapes Erica's mons bare, before more delicately working around her labia. After wiping the remains of the foam from Erica's pussy, Tina finishes off with a pair of tweezers, plucking out small hairs she'd missed from the edge of Erica's pussy lips. Finally, she slathers Erica's pink and bare pussy with moisturizer, before stepping back to admire her handiwork. 

"Much better: you look the part now Erica, just like a pornstar or hooker." 

Erica stands and moves in front of the full length mirror on the bathroom door. She hasn't seen herself bare like this since she was 12, and she's amazed at how different her pussy looks. The flaps of her pussy lips where they flare out below her pubic mound are clearly defined, and somehow her pussy looks more open, as if it would be easier to slip inside it. 

Running her fingers over her newly bare skin for the first time, feeling the bare flesh, Erica turns to Tina, "I like it; I want to show it to Stephen now." 

"Not yet, I've got to choose you an outfit for tomorrow first." 

Tina drags Erica into the walk in robe and starts rummaging through Erica's wardrobe saying, "Most of this is useless" as Erica watches on helplessly. There is nothing she can do as Tina throws almost every single one of her bras and panties into the trash can. 

"This will do." 

Tina hands Erica a lace pink thong and matching lace pink push up bra. It's the only underwear Tina has left her as she adds a tiny white see thru dress to her outfit. 

"Ooh these are nice," Tina says as she spots Erica's red stilettos with the seven inch heel, "You'll be wearing this lot tomorrow Erica, I hope you can walk in those heels." 

Once again, Erica wonders what she has let herself in for as she looks at the outfit. It is obvious that tomorrow is going to be all about looking and acting like a complete slut, or more to the point, like a prostitute. Pushing her worries to one side, Erica follows Tina back out to the living room where Jim and Stephen are still arranging more liaisons for Erica. 

*** 

It is late in the evening before Erica's life changes forever. Tina and Jim have gone home, leaving Erica with Stephen. She is still naked, as she has been all afternoon at Tina's insistence. For once, Jim seemed more interested in leaving early with Tina, clearly keen to talk with her about their plans for tomorrow. Erica can sense how excited they are about what they have lined up for her. Her own thoughts are confused. She loves how it feels when she gives in to her body's urges and submits to Tina and Jim's control, but when she thinks about how other people might judge her, she wonders if she is doing the right thing. 

Erica wraps her arms around Stephen's shoulders, clinging to him as she nuzzles her mouth into his neck. Her kisses move up his neck, across his chin, before eventually her mouth closes over his. Stephen kisses back, his hands moving to Erica's face, stroking her hair and cheek as they linger in their kiss. Gradually, their embrace becomes more passionate, and Erica's kisses become greedier, and less gentle. 

"What am I doing Stephen? Should I stop?" 

"I don't know. Do you want to stop? It's not too late." 

"Yes. No. It makes me so horny thinking about it, but I'm scared." 

Stephen strokes Erica's hair, but her hands have moved to Stephen's ass, and she is squeezing his butt cheeks, using it as an excuse to pull him even closer to her. 

"You'll be OK. Just go with what feels right." 

"You know how much I've been thinking about this. And now my fantasies are coming real. I can't believe I'm having second thoughts. I think I'll regret it forever if I back out." 

"Then it's decided. Stop worrying, and just kiss me Erica." 

"I want to make love to you Stephen. Just me and you, like when we first met." 

Stephen responds by increasing the intensity of his kiss, then pulling away from Erica. Dropping to his knees, he kneels in front of Erica's naked body. She puts her hands on his head, and as he uses his fingers to explore her newly shaven pussy, she guides his mouth to her pussy lips. 

"Lick me Stephen; tell me what it is like to lick me now." 

Stephen's voice is muffled. He is using his fingers to spread Erica's labia, and his tongue is pressing in, eating her out, tasting the juices that are already beginning to flow, "You're delicious Erica, just like you always were. But it is different now, you're so smooth." 

"Oh fuck Stephen that feels so good. Just lick me!" 

For the next five minutes, Stephen satisfies Erica, licking and fingering her until she is squirming on his face. He has got to the stage where all he can do to keep up with her urges is frantically rub her clit, using the juices gushing from her pussy to lubricate his fingers, when Erica starts pulling at his hair. 

"Stephen, I want to taste you as well now. Get undressed." 

Stephen quickly kicks his shoes off, and pulls his T-shirt over his head. As he is pulling his jeans down over his hips, he can see that Erica is arranging herself on the rug below him, placing a cushion under her head and another beneath her ass. It is obvious to him what she wants, and once he's kicked his boxer shorts away from his leg, he kneels alongside her head. 

Stephen had been getting incredibly turned on as he ate Erica out, and his cock is already close to fully stiff. He can feel his cock head bump into Erica's nose as he swings a leg over her body, straddling her face. Even as his knee is falling into place on the far side of Erica's body, he can feel her hands grasping for his protruding shaft, steering it toward her mouth. By the time he has lowered his tongue to Erica's slick wet pussy, his cock in encased between her lips and she is eagerly moving her head up and down, forcing his length into her throat. 

Erica's pussy is already puffy and engorged with excitement, her labia spread; welcoming Stephen's tongue down into the recesses of her body. Stephen's earlier licking and fingering has spread Erica's juices over her pussy lips, her inner thigh, and her newly bare pubic mound. Even as Stephen looks on, freshly pooled juices are flowing out of her, trickling down toward her ass crack. Hugely turned on by the sight, Stephen starts licking Erica's open cunt again, letting his lips grind against her clit while his tongue laps her juices. 

Erica's body shudders as Stephen returns his attention to her pussy. As soon as his head is buried between her smooth delicate thighs, it is Stephen's turn to jolt with excitement as Erica increases the intensity of her sucking, sending her mouth down close to the base of his shaft. Each time Stephen feels the head of his cock push against the back of Erica's throat her responds by licking more firmly at her clit. 

Erica and Stephen stay like this for 20 minutes, in a constant series of action and reaction, with both of them getting increasingly turned on each time the intensity of the sucking or licking increases. By the time Erica pulls her mouth away from Stephen's cock, saying, "I need you inside me now," her body is almost electrified by the pre-orgasmic tingling washing through it, and her pussy feels like it has become an endless well of gushing juices. Stephen's cock is so engorged and hard it feels like the veins are about to burst through the skin, and it is so erect that it seems impossible to imagine it ever being soft again. 

As soon as Stephen dismounts Erica, she pulls herself off the rug and stands in front of the full length floor mirror in the corner of the bedroom. She bends over and wiggles her ass at Stephen, urging him over, "Come over here and get that cock in me now." 

Stephen doesn't need any more encouragement, and moments later his hands are on Erica's ass. His jutting erection probes for Erica's gaping pussy lips, visible pink and swollen beneath the curve of her ass cheeks and he easily slides in. Bumping his hips into Erica's backside buries his shaft deeply inside her. From then on his animal instincts take over and he begins thrusting forcefully, making Erica shake and moan each time he slams into her. 

Erica's clit is hyper-stimulated and sensitive from the prolonged licking it has just received. Stephen's cock pushing into her, the sensation of being filled and of his cock moving around inside her body is too much for Erica. By Stephen's third stroke, Erica is cumming hard, her knees trembling as her orgasm takes over her body. Erica's moans become a continuous wail of pleasure: Stephen is a long way from his own ejaculation, and his repeated thrusting turns Erica's climax into a sustained crescendo of ecstasy. 

The intense hard-on that Stephen has allows him to continue fucking Erica for nearly 10 minutes, with Erica trembling below him the whole time. They can see each other's faces in the mirror in front of them: Erica's face is picture of open-mouthed orgasmic pleasure; Stephen's face has a glazed-over look as he concentrates on fucking Erica as firmly as possible. 

Eventually though, Stephen climaxes as well. Huge jets of semen spurt out of his shaft and bury themselves in the back of Erica's pussy. As he withdraws, the flood of spunk in Erica flows back out of her, and a massive glob of spunk falls from her open pussy onto the floor. 

Shakily, Erica makes her way to the bed, and Stephen falls down alongside her. Immediately, she grabs Stephen's hand and places it on her pussy, encouraging him to feel how wet she is, "You did that to me," she says, then starts to moan, "Mmm yes," as Stephen's touches send another wave of tingles running through her body. 

Despite having just discharged a huge load of semen into Erica, Stephen's cock is still rock hard. Erica reaches across to grasp it, and begins jerking it, using the rhythm of Stephen's fingers on her clit to set the tempo of her strokes. Following each other's lead, they mutually pleasure each other, sustaining the sensations generated by their fucking for another 10 minutes. 

Erica shivers as another orgasm washes out from her clit. Stephen's cock is still ramrod hard between her fingers, and now, after 10 minutes on her back, she is ready again. She lets go of Stephen's cock and rolls onto her side, beckoning Stephen to her, "Come inside me again baby." 

Stephen spoons behind Erica, using his hands to pull her ass close to his groin and steer his cock between her legs. He slides back into Erica, and reaches round to hold her tits, squeezing them gently as he starts to rock his hips, gliding his cock in and out of Erica's warm, wet pussy. Erica is sloppy, but Stephen's cock penetrates deeply, and the grinding of her pussy against the top of his cock feels good. After only a few strokes he is bucking eagerly into Erica, and just a few minutes later his hand is tightening around her breast as he begins to ejaculate into her again. 

Erica snuggles back against Stephen, sighing contentedly, "That was wonderful. I'm so lucky I found you." 

*** 

Twelve or so hours later, Erica is sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. Jim, Tina and Stephen are sat around the table with her. Erica is in the outfit that Tina chose for her yesterday, the tiny white dress that is practically see through and barely covers her ass: the pink lace bra and thong are clearly visible through the thin fabric. On her feet, Erica has the red stilettos with the unmanageable seven inch heels. She has spent some time practicing walking in them this morning, and can now at least manage to walk a few feet without falling over. 

Jim is running through all the replies he has received to the adverts since yesterday. Erica is listening in with a quiet feeling of dread. It sounds like there are dozens of guys interested in using her one way or another. The confidence that she had in her decision to go through with this the previous evening has now evaporated. 

Jim is summarizing, "So, we'll see how Erica goes this afternoon down at the nature reserve. If everything goes well then there's a full day lined up for her tomorrow, and I'm pretty confident we'll keep it up for the rest of the week as well." 

Tina lets Jim finish, then looks at her watch. "It's time for you to get to the nature reserve and start servicing some cocks Erica." 

On the drive to the nature reserve Erica's nerve breaks, and she begs Stephen, "Please don't do this to me; I don't want to become this." 

Stephen just ignores her. They've been through all of this, and he knows that once Erica gets started and the instincts driving her body take over, she will soon forget that she had any worries. Tina is blunter, and turns round from the passenger seat and addresses Erica, "Mouth shut, legs open slut." 

By the time they get to the reserve there are at least 20 guys waiting. They whistle when they see Erica totter out of the car. Tina asks Stephen, "Now Stephen where do you think Erica should start? Out in the open here in the car park or secluded in the clearing along the trail?" 

"Let's put on a show first, get the customer's interested. Erica, grab hold of the side of the car and lean over." 

The sight of Erica bent over the car, pushing her ass out, with her dress riding up to reveal her thong, gets some appreciative whistles and shouts. A few of the guys have got their hands down their pants, and one or two pull out their cocks and start stroking them at the sight of Erica teasing them. Stephen calls some of them over, "Who wants to be first?" 

A couple of guys put their hand up right away, and Stephen picks them out. One is fairly young, maybe nearly 20. The other is older, probably in his forties. Stephen pushes Erica's dress up, completely revealing her ass cheeks and the thin string of the thong separating them. He puts his hand between her legs, spreading them apart, pulling the thong to one side so he can slip his fingers into her pussy, feeling how wet and excited she is. Pulling his fingers away, Stephen makes a big show of tasting Erica's juices, calling out to the crowd, "She's nice and wet, and tastes pretty sweet. Who wants a piece of this ass?" 

Erica begs one final time, "No please don't do this." 

The two guys stuff some cash into Stephen's hand and it's too late as Stephen stands aside, motioning to the young guy to step in. His cock is thick and hard in his hand now, and already leaking pre-cum. Erica feel him grab her hips and thrust hard. 

"Ughh," Erica emits a small grunt as the she feels the first cock of her new life invades every inch of her pussy. This is it. Erica is a whore now, with her first customer's cock pushing into her. It's too late to go back, and already her horny, sex-obsessed brain is reveling in the feeling of being fucked, and of the attention she's getting. Her nerves disappear as her deeper instincts take over, and she calls back to the boy, "Come on kid, fuck me hard." 

He doesn't need any more encouragement, and quickly starts thrusting into Erica, calling out to the crowd, "Man, this bitch has got a sweet pussy," as he does so. He was obviously pretty excited though: within a few minutes, he's grunting as he says, "Take it whore. That's it; show me how much you love it. Take my spunk bitch." 

A few firm thrusts later, he completely shoots his load, and Erica feels it explode deep inside her grateful womb. The warm sticky spunk runs out of her and down her thigh, leaving a trail of semen that quickly dries in the warm air. Even as he's pulling his cock out, the older man is pushing the first guy aside, ready to take his place. 

"I need some of that." 

Once again, Erica feels hands on her ass, and a cock pushing between her legs. She is sloppy and wet now, and the cock slides in easily. With her pussy well lubed, and this older guy's greater experience and stamina, Erica's second fuck lasts longer. He spends what feels like ages slamming into Erica, slapping her ass as he fucks her, calling her a hot little slut, and demanding that she beg to be fucked. Eventually though, he cums, and another jet of creamy spunk gushes into Erica's welcoming pussy.   

There's a whole line of guys waiting now. More men have turned up, and some of the guys who came for a blowjob have changed their minds and opted to fuck Erica instead. There is probably another 20 guys with their cocks hard and ready, all eager to fuck Erica, as well as another half dozen who still want her to suck them off. 

The group of men watching Erica are excited now, cheering on the guy who is fucking her, making appreciative comments about her body, admiring the way she gasps and moans as she's being fucked. Every guy in the crowd has his hand on his cock, and when she looks around, all Erica can see is erect penises, all waiting to use her. Meanwhile Tina is on the phone, coordinating the next wave of customers. 

Three, four, five: load after load of spunk is deposited in Erica's pussy. At number six, she turns around, and perches on the hood of the car so that the guy fucking her can stand between her legs. Erica's thong is still around her knees, but with a quick tug Stephen has them off and thrown into the grass. As soon as he's inside her, her current customer roughly pulls at Erica's dress, reaching for her bra, roughly pulling it down her body, exposing her tits to the afternoon breeze, making her nipples stiff and perky. 

Thanks to his rough handling, Erica's dress is just a scrap of fabric around her waist as the guy between her legs humps into her, before groaning and releasing another slug of spunk into her. Numbers seven, eight, nine and ten all follow quickly, pounding Erica's pussy hard before filling her with their hot gooey loads. 




Erica's Story Pt. 02



Erica's pussy and thighs are a mess with leaking cum. Tina walks over to her and glances between Erica's thighs, but doesn't say anything about the state Erica is in. Instead, she just order Erica, "Start fucking multitasking bitch." 

With that she pulls Erica by the hair so that she's bent over backwards with her head resting to one side, leaning on the car. Within seconds a hard cock is stuffed into her mouth and Tina says, "Now Erica, be a good whore and give everyone the experience they want you greedy disgusting slut." 

Before long a line of guys are waiting for blow jobs while cocks continue to slam into her sloppy cum filled pussy. Erica's position is uncomfortable, sat on the hood of the car, leaning over to put her face level with the waist of the guy pushing his cock into her mouth. Stephen looks at her, and thinks about moving her into a more comfortable position, but doesn't get a chance. Erica is gagging on another mouthful of cock; gasping as the eager customer roughly face fucks her. Meanwhile, another customer is between her legs, with his dick buried in her cum drenched pussy. In the corner of Erica's eye, she can see all the other guys lined up, waiting to use her. 

Pushing close to Erica are the guys who want her to suck them off. Some of them are crowding next to the guy who's currently busy stuffing his cock into her mouth, and are over excited and frantically jerking off as they wait their turn. Suddenly, one of them releases, covering Erica's face and hair in a stream of jizz. This is too much for both the customers she's got inside her, and almost instantaneously, they're bucking their cocks into her, filling her mouth and cunt with yet more spunk. 

With the two guys pulling out of her, Stephen steps in to rearrange Erica, suggesting to the crowd that they move up the trail to where it is more secluded. Stephen pulls a large blanket out of the car, and then the crowd of men quickly hike the quarter mile to the boulder strewn clearing while Tina leads Erica there. Once at the quiet, sunlit picnic spot, Stephen spreads the blanket and gets Erica on her hands and knees in front of a low boulder. The next blowjob customer sits on the boulder in front of Erica, and the next guy lined up to fuck her quickly gets into position kneeling behind her. 

Now that they're ready to get Erica working again, Tina shouts out orders, "Come on you slut, get sucking!" and to the guy about to fuck her, she yells out encouragement, "The greedy whore is gagging for it, get stuck in and drench her in cum!" 

With that, Erica once again feels a hard, throbbing shaft slide into her slippery pussy and another round of relentless fucking begins. With her body full of dick again, Erica is hungry to be fucked hard. Taking the cock of the man sat in front of her in her hand, she calls back, "Come on, bang me 'til I scream!" and then takes the throbbing cock head she is grasping into her mouth and simultaneously jerks and sucks on it. 

All of the customers are now so horny that is doesn't take them long to cum, but within seconds of each load of spunk being deposited in Erica's mouth or pussy, another hard cock is in place. At the same time, other over eager customers are ejaculating onto Erica, one spraying jets of spunk over her ass, before bending over to rub it into her butt cheeks, another one coating her hair and forehead, so that it runs down Erica's face as she continues her eager sucking. Soon Erica has a load of spunk filling the back of her mouth as well, and as she's swallowing it, the guy behind her grunts with release, sending yet more spunk into her dripping pussy. 

Erica can feel streams of spunk flowing out of her and down her leg as two more guys get into position. With the crowd egging them on, another round of relentless fucking begins, with Erica moaning uncontrollably as she takes another cock at each end, followed by two more, and two more again, with yet more spunk being unloaded into her mouth and cunt each time. Within two hours of being on her knees in the clearing over 15 guys have cum inside Erica's pussy, and another dozen or so in her mouth with maybe 10 jerking over her face. Erica is starting to loose count. 

Some of the guys are starting to complain that Erica is too sloppy now; they just can't feel their cocks with all the spunk that is in her pussy. Stephen slows proceedings down for a moment, and calls out to Tina, "It's time you helped with the show. Lick all the spunk out of Erica's cunt." 

Some of the customers are murmuring about fucking Tina as well, but Stephen stops them, "No, she's just here to put on a bit of a show for you guys. Erica is doing all the cock servicing today. She can take all of you guys, and more." 

Meanwhile, Tina, still clothed, has got between Erica's legs, and enjoys herself cleaning out Erica's cum drenched pussy, and licking off the spunk that is drying on her face. That done, Tina turns to Stephen and says, "Right, put our whore back to work." 

Within seconds two guys have their cocks buried in Erica's mouth and pussy, "Much better," the guy behind her says as he rams into Erica's reddened, over-fucked pussy. Stephen looks at his watch. It is nearly four hours since they arrived at the nature reserve, and he says, "Last chance guys, 30 minutes and then we need to take her home to get ready for tomorrow." 

Several guys rush forward with cash. 

There are maybe 10 new customers left now, plus maybe another four or five who have already had Erica once, but stuck around to enjoy the show, and are now ready to go again. Tina spots them, and makes sure they pay for their second helping, but they're eager to have another go with Erica and willingly hand over the cash. 

While Tina and Stephen are taking care of business, the two guys who started fucking Erica after Tina had cleaned her out are still remorselessly pounding and face fucking her. Erica's pussy is raw from the 25 or more guys that have fucked her since this all started, and her moans are a mixture of pleasure-pain and excitement-fear now. She's getting close to the limit of just how much fucking she can take in one session. Despite everything, she's still turned on and horny at the thought of being in the middle of such an extreme situation. It thrills and amazes Erica that so many men have been so eager to fuck her, and have cum so hard because of her. 

The cock inside Erica feels huge as it pushes in and out of her pussy. Using all her remaining strength, Erica clamps her cunt muscles around it, forcing it to ejaculate. The jet of spunk that fills her lubricates her again, and excited but exhausted but still loving the attention, she waits for the next guy to come and fuck her. Meanwhile, Erica's throat is still gagging as the customer tries to get her to swallow him whole. As his balls press against her chin, Erica grabs them and squeezes, triggering his orgasm. She feels his shaft pulse in her mouth and a thick stream of semen flow into the back of her throat, overflowing her mouth and dribbling down her chin. 

Two guys approach Erica's mouth to be sucked. She sits up, and grabs both guys by the balls, pulling them toward her so that both of them are forced to stuff their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Watching Erica suck both guys at once encourages a few more guys to crowd round, and as one of the guys explodes in her mouth, he is quickly replaced by another. Once again, there are some men who can't wait, and uncontrollably spray their load over Erica's face and hair, but all up, four guys cum in her mouth while she's double sucking, the last two of them cumming at the same time, sending a double wave of semen down Erica's throat. 

This leaves just three customers left. One of them looks at Stephen, and asks, "That pussy has had a lot of work tonight. Can she take it in the ass?" 

Stephen replies, "Yes, but we're running out of time, the three of you will have to take her at once. And you'll have to pay double." 

That doesn't bother the guy who requested anal sex, and as the two guys who've just cum in Erica's mouth are pulling out and making her lick their cocks clean, Stephen steps in. Telling one guy to lie on his back, he gets Erica to sit on his cock. She's exhausted and cold in the evening air now, but Stephen supports her body while the guy who asked to fuck Erica in the ass kneels behind her. As Erica leans forward, the guy behind her spreads her ass cheeks, and steers his cock head to her asshole. As he pushes in, making Erica moan and scream as the cock penetrates her tight anus, the third guy steps forward and makes Erica swallow his cock. 

Now, with every hole filled, the three guys set about finally destroying Erica's pussy, ass and mouth. Tina and Stephen cheer them on, encouraging them to fuck Erica hard and fast. She's writhing beneath them, feeling both the pain of the remorseless, cruel fucking along with the zoned out pleasure that being in this exciting, dirty situation produces in Erica. 

Erica is being pushed in every direction by the three thrusting cocks. They're horny and rough after having to wait all afternoon, and eager to use Erica totally. Tina and Stephen glance at each other. Stephen is turned on by all the fucking he's watched Erica do, and he can see that Tina is too, after licking Erica out earlier. They're both eager to go home, and get Erica rested and recovered, so that they can fuck her themselves before putting her back to work tomorrow. 

The guy in Erica's dry, tight ass cums first, quickly followed by the guy in her mouth. Free to ride the cock she's sat on, Erica brings the third guy to orgasm in a few more minutes. Picking her up as she collapses to the floor in exhaustion, Stephen goes to wrap an overcoat around her shoulders, but Tina says, "Hang on, we need to clean her up first," and sets about roughly scrubbing at the dried semen crusting on Erica's face, hair, pussy and legs with a bucket of water she collected from the creek running through the nature reserve. 

Erica is stood there shivering as Tina hands her a towel. Once dry Tina tells Erica to get dressed, handing her the damp cum soaked bra she had arrived in. Erica puts it on before also getting into her torn dress and fixing it up as best she can.  

"Don't forget this slut," Tina says as she hands Erica her cum drenched and dirt stained thong, which Erica reluctantly puts on. 

Finally, they take Erica back to the car. Erica staggers exhausted and broken, with Tina and Stephen whispering in her ear, "Good girl Erica. You're a good little whore who made us lots of money tonight. We want to put you to work again tomorrow, and you'll need to rest now if you're going to service the customers properly." 

*** 

Arriving home, Jim is still up. As Stephen, Tina and Erica enter the kitchen, he looks up at them, "How did it go?" 

"Fantastic," Tina replies, "We made well over $2000." 

"How did Erica do?" 

"Oh, she was amazing. I can't believe how much cock she can handle, and how much she likes being treated like a whore." 

"Well, that's good. There's plenty more waiting for her tomorrow." 

"Tell me." Both Erica and Tina respond, almost simultaneously. 

"She'll need to stay here tomorrow afternoon; probably right through 'til the evening. I've got a load of customers lined up who want to pay for an hour. Some of them want a bit of kink; spanking, getting tied up, that kind of thing. After that, you can put her on the street, she needs to get used to old school whoring." 

Tina sends Erica to the bathroom, with orders to clean herself up and get a good night's sleep. With the news about her work for tomorrow in her head, she stand under the shower, washing away the smell of sex from her body, wondering what she's got herself into. Feeling clean and somewhat recovered, Erica goes to bed, and lies there, running through the events of the day, remembering the sex she's had, the sensations of being fucked over and over again, of being used for the pleasure of so many men, of reaching orgasm after orgasm in a way that she didn't know her body was capable of. Her fingers drift toward her clit, but before she can do anything, she's asleep. 

***



Erica's Story Pt. 03



It is the morning after Erica's first gangbang. Exhausted from the hours of relentless sex, Erica had fallen into a deep sleep the previous evening, and it is only the sound of cupboard doors slamming in the kitchen that wakes her. As her mind regains consciousness, Erica snuggles into the pillow and casts her mind back over the previous day's events. Her thoughts whirl in her head, but she isn't sure what she should be feeling. Her body, her pussy especially, can still feel the force of two dozen men pounding into her. The odd thing is though, the ache in her body just makes Erica think about how good it felt to abandon control and just let those men do what they wanted with her. At the back of her mind another part of her thinks about what would happen if her husband knew what she was doing, or how she would be judged by her neighbors.

The internal struggle only lasts a few seconds. Erica remembers the sight of all those cocks circled around her, throbbing and erect. She pictures cum spurting over her face as over-excited guys frantically pump at their swollen shafts. She had never believed that it would be possible for something like this to happen to her. Without even realizing she's doing it, Erica slides her hand down her stomach to her newly shaven pubic mound. Feeling the smooth skin, she marvels that it was only yesterday that Tina so carefully removed the bush of hair that she'd had there her entire adult life. Pushing a finger inside herself, Erica feels how wet she already is. A moment later, her lubricated digit is teasing the folds of her clitoris.

Erica's fingering is greedy and quick. It isn't long before she gasps as she feels an orgasm pulse out from her clit. Scooping up her juices on the tip of her finger, she tastes herself, and thinks about how much she'd like one of the others, Stephen or Tina, to be licking her out right now. With a wry smile Erica acknowledges her true nature: all she cares about now is sex. Even more than that, when she yields control of her body to the others, the sex becomes more intense, the sensations amplified in a way that she finds difficult to describe but which always leave her wanting more.

Erica decides that it is time to get up and find out what Jim, Tina and Stephen have planned for the day. Her thoughts are now focused only on where her next fuck is coming from and she is eager to discover her fate. Intending to get dressed, Erica slides open the top drawer of her bedroom cupboard. It is empty. Trying the next one down, she sees that it is also bare and realizes that all her bras and panties have been removed.

Jim must have done this while she was out of the house yesterday. Trying the door of her wardrobe, Erica finds that it is locked. Casting her eyes around the room Erica spots a sheer negligee draped over the chair by her bed. Taking the hint, she slips it over her head, straightens it over her breasts and walks out of her room toward the kitchen. Jim and Tina are sat at the table. Stephen is making coffee. Tina looks at Erica, and speaks.

"I have control of your clothes now, slut. You will wear what I decide to let you wear." Tina continues, "Oh, and what you get to eat for your breakfast today is spunk and pussy so get back to your room."

Jim adds, "We didn't like missing out on fucking you last night. From now on, before we put you to work each day, we want to fuck you ourselves."

Minutes later, Erica is back in her room lying naked on the bed, the negligee back where she found it. There is the briefest of knocks on her door, and before she gets a chance to speak, Jim, Tina and Stephen walk in, all three of them naked. Jim and Stephen are both sporting huge erections. The effect of seeing both men naked and fully erect so soon after she had left them in the kitchen sends a quiver of excitement through Erica. What Erica doesn't know is that the effect was deliberate: Tina had sucked both of them hard seconds before they walked in on her.

Tina walks to the end of the bed, mounts it, and moves on her hands and knees to Erica, positioning herself between her legs. A moment later her head is between Erica's thighs, her mouth closing in on Erica's slit. Jim and Stephen move to the sides of the bed and kneel either side of Erica, pushing their erections into her mouth and forcing her to suck on them. Stephen steers his cock to her face first, letting out a satisfied groan when Erica's lips clamp around his knob head. Then, when Jim can wait no longer, he pushes in, forcing Erica to abandon Stephen's cock. As soon as Erica's open mouth is below his shaft, Jim starts face fucking her, forcing Erica's lips to move down his erection until her is pushing against the back of her throat.

While Erica is gagging on Jim's cock, he begins to speak, "So Erica, I had a bit of a wander around the house last night while you were out."

Erica starts to get anxious at Jim's words, wondering what he has done or found. Jim continues, "And Stephen and I just wanted to know who these belong to?"

Erica pulls her mouth off Jim's cock and looks up speechless as Jim holds a pair of cotton panties and two different sized bras in front of her face.

Tina is already lapping at Erica's pussy, making it hard for her to concentrate. Erica continues to stare blankly up at Jim. She now knows what it is that Jim wants, but with Tina licking her, she isn't in a position to process the implications of where this is headed.

Tina's tongue zeros in on Erica's clit. Unable to help herself, Erica begins to purr with pleasure as Tina intensifies the stimulation of her body. Jim is getting impatient, and roughly pushes his cock into Erica's face to get her attention back, "C'mon Erica, whose underwear is this?"

Forced to respond, Erica answers, "They're my daughters'. I told you about them. Bree and Jessica; they're on holiday with their aunt this week."

Stephen and Jim smile knowingly at each other and Jim says, "We have hit the jackpot." Satisfied for the moment with the information Erica has given them, both men lean forward and force Erica to resume sucking on their stiff veiny cocks.

With the men pushing in from both sides of her face, Erica has no choice but to open wide and take both cocks into her mouth. In a few seconds two engorged shafts are wedged between her lips, and she's sucking desperately, pushing back against Stephen and Jim's thrusting hips. Erica's mouth strains to swallow both men, but she loves the feeling of being used like this, and loves the taste of the soft salty skin covering the gristly rod beneath it and the way it moves in her mouth. She can feel her pussy begin to ooze as once again she becomes a toy for the two men.

Erica is holding herself upright by wrapping her arms around Stephen and Jim as they stand either side of her, so that each of her hands rests on one of their asses. Like this, she can squeeze their butts, encouraging them to push their cocks into her mouth as she sucks. Below Erica, Tina is using her tongue to massage Erica's clit. The juices flowing out of Erica are coating Tina's fingers, which are pushed deep into Erica's sopping wet pussy. The squelching of Tina's digits becomes audible she briskly frigs Erica to her second orgasm of the morning.

Erica shudders as she cums, but her moans are muffled by the cocks in her mouth. With Tina's tongue flicking at her clit sustaining the orgasm, Erica loses control and she is unable to control her breathing as her hips begin to buck into Tina's face. Tina laps at the final wave of pussy juice oozing from Erica's puffy red slit then pulls away, and looks up at Jim and Stephen, "I need Erica to eat me out now. It's time you guys got your cocks into her cunt and unloaded some of that spunk from your balls."

The two men pull away. Stephen keeps his hand on his cock while he watches Tina lie down and force Erica's head between her legs. Jim's cock is bouncing in front of him as he waits impatiently for Tina and Erica to get into position. Once they're ready, Jim straddles Tina so that he can face fuck her. At the other end, Stephen moves behind Erica, where she's kneeling between Tina's legs, and guides his cock to her gaping pussy. With her labia spread wide open and slick with juices it is easy for Stephen to slide inside Erica, and soon, all that can be heard are Erica and Tina's moans as they are fucked and licked, and Jim's and Stephen's grunts of effort and satisfaction as they pound into Erica's pussy and Tina's face.

For twenty minutes Erica's breakfast is a mouth full of wet pussy juice as Tina orders Erica to keep her mouth clamped over her cunt. Erica is desperate to please Tina and willingly presses her tongue and mouth into Tina's pussy, grinding them against her in an effort to pleasure Tina as much as possible. Behind Erica, Stephen is slamming easily into her, juices leaking and creaming around his shaft with each stroke. Jim is sat on Tina's tits, pushing his balls into her mouth; both her hands are wrapped around his shaft, her pumping producing involuntarily groans of pleasure from him.

Stephen and Jim swap at one point so that Jim can fuck Erica while Tina sucks Stephen's cock, but Erica is forced to keep her mouth on Tina's pussy. Erica's efforts are rewarded as Tina starts to cum hard, covering her face with Tina's gushing pussy juices. Just as Erica starts to push her tongue deeper into Tina, she feels an explosion of Stephen's thick creamy cum fill her pussy. As Stephen pulls out, Jim withdraws his cock from Tina's mouth seconds before his orgasm and shoves it into Erica's mouth. As he unloads into Erica's throat, forcing her to swallow his load, Jim calls out to Erica, "That's it bitch, take your morning protein shake."

Erica swallows, slurping the thick gobs of spunk down into her throat, savoring the strong flavor as it coats her tongue. As Jim pulls his cock from Erica's mouth the doorbell rings. Jim ignores it, and instead asks, "So Erica when are we going to see these daughters of yours?"

Jim is already wondering what Erica's daughters are like, wondering how old they are, imagining their bodies based on the size of the underwear her has found. Jim and Tina had sat up the previous evening speculating about whether they shared Erica's sex drive and desires, or could be corrupted like Erica. They were sure that if the girls were anything like their mother, they would be able to tempt them and use them.

Erica, on the other hand, is confused, and panicking. Her daughters! Yes, over the past year or so as they had blossomed into adulthood, and transformed from children into beautiful young women, she had become aware that they were developing their own sexual identity. Her eldest daughter, Bree, has just turned 19 and has a boyfriend, or at least a boy that she went on dates with most weeks. The younger of the two, Jessica, is on the cusp of 18 and seemed to prefer talking to her girlfriends on the phone, endlessly chatting about the boys at school. Both girls had started to dress in clothes that showed more than they revealed, especially when they went out at night, and both talked incessantly about boys they found "hot". Even so, Erica suspects that they are both still virgins, and her first instinct is to protect them from Jim and Tina.

Scared about what Jim's plans are, Erica prepares to lie and tell him that they're going away with their father next week. Then, unbidden, a vision of Bree's body comes into her head, a younger more delicate version of her own: slender, long-legged, small-breasted. Erica pictures Bree naked, juxtaposed against the powerful bulk of Jim's body. Jim's long thick cock is right in front of her, still intimidatingly large despite cumming explosively a few minutes ago. The thought of a shaft of that size penetrating Bree without tearing her apart is almost impossible to imagine, but despite herself, this is exactly what Erica begins to visualize.

Erica isn't sure whether the pleasure she is imagining is hers or Bree's, but she realizes that she wants Bree to have what she has, to see Bree learn to love sex, to love submission in the way that she does. She wants to see Jim or Stephen take her virginity. Jessica still seems too young though, not fully aware of her sexual potential and she silently vows to protect her from Jim for a few months yet. As Jim picks up the bras and the panties from the floor, Erica responds, "They are at my sister's beach house for the week. I know what you're thinking, and I think maybe Bree is ready."

"Great, so we'll see them next weekend. That's perfect."

Still on her back, beneath Erica, Tina moans and says, "Mmm, I can't waste to taste some young pussy, it will be like eating strawberries."

With that the doorbell rings again.

The doorbell rings a third time. Jim dashes out, and throws on some clothing. Tina cleans Erica up, pulling a pair of fishnet stockings out of the stash of underwear she is keeping hidden from her. "You'll look good in these. Yes, that's right, just these; and the heels of course. Now, when we call you out, come to the living room so we can show you off to the customer."

Tina and Stephen leave Erica, and go into the second bedroom to dress. Jim answers the door and takes the client to the living room, offering them a drink, taking the payment, and making them comfortable while they wait. Tina sticks her head through the living room door, and gets the signal that Erica is to come out when she's ready.

Meanwhile, Erica has washed herself, cleaning Stephen's spunk out her pussy, and putting on the stay-up fishnet stockings and the seven inch heels. Tina raps on the door, and Erica walks out to the living room led by Tina. Jim leaves the room, and there is just Tina, reclining in an armchair, the customer sat on the sofa, and Erica, stood in the middle of the floor.

Tina tells Erica to turn round and show herself off. She gets a chance to look at the customer. He's old, maybe 50s, but decent looking and in OK shape. Inside, Erica is quietly relieved; she had been worried about what the men that Jim and Tina were going to make her fuck would be like. Thankfully, she's probably going to get a decent fuck from this guy.

Erica turns on her feet, putting her hands under her boobs to press them together and squeeze them up, leaning forward to show them off to best effect. Then she turns around, showing off her ass. By bending right over, she lets the customer see her pussy peeking out between her legs from behind. Erica feels a wave of shame as she parades and dances around the room, running her hands over her body, feeling the customer's eyes all over her. The whole display takes less than five minutes, although it feels much longer for Erica.

Erica is beginning to feel like a dog in a show, and is starting to wonder when it will end. Eventually, the customer turns to Tina, "OK, she's good. I'll have the hour."

Tina leads Erica and the customer back to the bedroom. For the first time Erica notices the small case the customer is carrying. Before she closes the door behind her, Tina whispers in Erica's ear, "Do whatever he wants..."

Back in her bedroom, the guy stands looking at Erica for a moment. She's uncertain what to do, not sure if she should talk to him, or take the lead, or what. He breaks the awkward silence that follows by saying, "You can call me 'John'. I was told you'd do anything I asked. You can start by undressing me."

Walking up to John, Erica puts her hands on his chest, sliding her palms down the front of his body. Slowly, trying to turn it into a seductive show, she unbuttons his shirt, undoing each button in turn, running her hands over his chest as it is exposed. She can tell that he is becoming impatient for her to start on his pants, and for as long as she dares, she prolongs the experience. Erica can see the look on his face though, and after a minute or so moves her hands to his belt, unbuckling it, and then unzipping his fly, before helping him off with his shoes and socks so that he can slide his pants away. He's stood there just in his boxer shorts.

"I want you on your knees. Suck me."

Obeying him, Erica kneels, sliding his boxers over his hips as quickly as possible, exposing his penis, already semi-erect. Cupping his balls with one hand, she moves her mouth to his cock, and scoops it up with her lips, feeling the flesh stiffen as she starts to move her mouth over it. In a few seconds he's fully stiff, and Erica starts bobbing her head up and down, slurping on his shaft, trying to do a good job.

"OK. Stop now. Go to the end of the bed."

While she's walking to the bed, Erica can sense John rummaging in his bag. When she turns to look at him, she can see that he has pulled a pair of handcuffs and a short paddle from the bag.

"Here, let me put these on you."

Looping the chain through the bed, John secures Erica's hands in the cuffs, and pushes her head down onto the mattress.

"You must not make a sound. If you scream or cry out, I'll hit you harder next time."

Erica nods her head in understanding.

"Look at me."

Erica turns her eyes to John.

Whack! The paddle slams down onto Erica's backside, sending a slap of pain through her butt cheeks. It isn't too bad though, it just made her ass wobble and sting a little, and she relaxes slightly.

Whack! The paddle comes down again, on the same spot, making it sting a little more this time. Whack! Again. And again. He whacks Erica's ass with the paddle maybe a dozen times, with each slap a little firmer and stinging a little more than the last. Erica's ass is bright red now and very slightly bruised. Just when she's on the brink of crying out, he adjusts his position, and the next slap comes down on her other ass cheek.

Again, he whacks Erica about a dozen times, and again, each whack is a little firmer and more painful than the last. This time though, when he senses that she's on the brink of crying out, he continues, making her grit her teeth to prevent herself from screaming.

John is getting more and more turned on as he continues slapping the paddle against Erica's ass. A sheen of sweat is on his forehead, and his cock is stiff and jutting, the head bulbous and red with excitement. Letting the paddle hang by his side, he stops and looks at Erica.

"Beg me to be fucked."

"Fuck me please John, I need to be fucked so badly."

"No, beg more. Plead with me."

"I'll do anything John; I just need your cock inside me. I'm desperate to be fucked. Please John."

Satisfied, John approaches Erica, putting his hands on her reddened ass cheeks and squeezing them, pinching the flesh of her butt with the force he uses. Erica is bending down as far as she can, squirming her ass back toward his cock, desperate to have him fuck her. Finally, he guides his cock between her pussy lips, and Erica moans loudly as John slams the full length of his cock into her with one stroke. Erica's pussy has been dripping wet from the moment John started slapping her ass and his cock slides easily in and out as he begins to pound hard. Erica's moans become louder, the cries of pleasure merging with screams of shock as he uses his hand to continue slapping her stinging red ass.

John pauses his thrusting to command Erica, "Keep your mouth shut slut." Grabbing hold of her ass cheeks and pinching so hard that the flesh between his fingers reddens even more, he resumes his thrusting; slamming into Erica even more firmly than before, "Just take it quietly like a good little whore should."

Erica grits her teeth and bites down on her bottom lip. Using all her willpower, she remains completely silent as John continues to roughly fuck her. The only noise in the room is John's heavy breathing and the sound of his hips slamming into Erica's ass, his cock squelching in her juicy wet pussy with each stroke. John begins to build up to his explosion and his breathing starts to come in short gasps, the rhythm of his pounding breaking down as the semen rises from his balls and into his shaft. Finally, he can't hold out and grabs hold of Erica's ass tightly, unloading a wad of thick spunk into her cum-hungry cunt.




Erica's Story Pt. 03



Erica can feel John's spunk dripping out of her as he pulls out and walks away to the other side of the room. She's conscious of a thin string of semen running down her leg, drying against her skin. She's still handcuffed to the end of the bed, and can't move, but tries to turn around to see what John is doing.

John is rummaging in his bag again, his cock hanging semi-erect between his legs as he reaches down to pull something out. She can't make out what it is until he stands up and turns around. There is a soft clinking sound as John approaches Erica with a pair of spurs in his hands, the revolving spiky kind that cowboys use. Erica's wrists rattle uselessly in the handcuffs as she tries to free herself.

"Please don't hurt me too much."

"Shut up bitch. I won't mark you with these, just keep you under control."

John forces Erica to kneel next to the bed, still fastened to the bedhead by the handcuffs. He takes a spur in each hand, and runs them down her back, slowly, so that she can feel each spike press into her skin as the spurs revolve down each side of her spine. He keeps going as he reaches her backside, pressing slightly more firmly in the yielding flesh of her ass, but ensuring that the points of the spurs don't penetrate Erica's skin or leave a mark.

Erica can feel the little stabs as the spurs move over her body. They are not painful, but she is conscious of every movement John makes with the spurs, of each time they press into her skin. The sensation is like someone touching her, pressing their fingernails into her body, but with an extra edge, an increased stimulation of her nerves that makes her body tingle. To Erica, it feels like all this is happening to her in slow motion. John's body is close to hers as he plays the spurs over her back, his cock hanging close to her mouth. She leans forward, intending to kiss him, but he stops her.

"No. Wait until I order you."

John continues, running the spurs over the outside of Erica's thigh, then for a longer time against the thin delicate skin of her inner thigh, and then up toward her pussy. The sensation of being controlled, but also of having her skin stimulated by the touch of the spurs is beginning to turn Erica on. She realizes that she's wet, that her pussy is beginning to get moist with anticipation, and the need to be satisfied again. John continues to run the spurs over her body, moving back to Erica's ass, then up the flanks of her body and around and over her tits, circling her nipples with the sharp little points.

"Are you horny Erica? Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes John, yes. Please fuck me again."

"Beg me some more Erica and I'll let you suck my balls."

Erica does the only thing she can and starts pleading to John, "Please John. I'll be a good girl I promise. Please fuck me; please let me suck your balls."

John looks at Erica, on her knees, pleading with him, and is satisfied that she is sufficiently submissive, "Suck on my balls until I'm hard Erica."

Erica can see John's testicles inches from her mouth hanging loosely below his penis. John scoops his balls in his hand, and pushes them toward Erica's lips, making sure that his cock is pressed against her face. After cumming earlier, John's cock is flaccid against her face at first, but Erica sucks greedily on John's fat ball sack, her cheeks full as he pushes both testicles into her mouth. As she covers his balls in a thick film of salvia, she can feel his cock getting fatter and stiffening against her face. After sucking John's balls for what feels like an eternity, his cock begins to press awkwardly against her nose. When he is satisfied that he is rock hard, John reaches down and releases Erica from the handcuffs.

"You've been a good little whore Erica; maybe I'll fuck you again now"

John's cock is projecting into Erica's face. She's wet and horny: John's tormenting of her body has got her worked up and desperate, and she can feel the ache in her pussy as it once again craves the release of an orgasm. Erica nods eagerly as John draws closer.

"Please John."

"I'll only fuck you again if you call me Master."

Erica is so horny now that this seems like an easy request to obey, "Please fuck me Master."

"Why Erica? Why should I fuck you?" John questions Erica, making her debase herself still further.

"Because I'm so horny Master, because I need you to fuck me so much. My pussy is wet and ready for you."

Reaching down to where Erica is still on her knees, John pushes his hand between her legs, sliding two fingers between her puffy labia, pushing them in and coating them with Erica's juices, quickly probing Erica's cunt before pulling the fingers out. Looking at them, he says, "Why yes, you are a juicy little whore aren't you?"

Finishing his inspection, John pushes his fingers into Erica's mouth, forcing her to suck on them. Once she has finished cleaning her juices off his fingers, John speaks to her again.

"Put your head on the floor Erica, and stick your ass in the air."

Replying, "Yes Master," Erica draws herself in, pulling her chest toward her hips, and pushing her backside up so that as he stands above her, John can stare straight down at her pussy, puffy and red, slick with juices and drying semen. Erica's pussy is spread wide, revealing her inner labia and the black hole of her cunt. John lowers himself down, placing his hands on Erica's back for support. Crouched above her, John steers his cock head straight down, plunging it into the open pit of Erica's pussy. She gasps as he enters her and forces herself self to keep in position as John presses the weight of his body down on her, filling her with his swollen penis.

John sends his cock scything into Erica, each stroke pushing her into the floor as he rams home. John grunts with the effort of each thrust and a soft shake moves through Erica's thighs as his body presses against hers. Below him, Erica is moaning as he fills her, but crying out for more each time he pulls out. Unable to control herself, she slides to the floor, forcing John to fall with her, onto her back, in order to keep his cock inside Erica.

John reaches down and grabs the back of Erica's hair, pulling hard, "Bad girl," but this new position forces his cock to grind into Erica more firmly, setting off her orgasm. Erica tenses, and begins to moan out, "Oh God. Yesss." The tightening of her pussy as she climaxes sets John off, and she feels him press into her then relax as he ejaculates. A shot of warm creamy spunk floods into her body, and not knowing what else to do, Erica lies on the floor feeling the semen trickle out of her onto the carpet.

Pulling out of Erica, John looks at her, and just says, "I'm done with you now."

He walks over to the en suite, and in a few seconds Erica can hear the shower running. She stands up and moves to the bed, collapsing back onto it. As she does so, Stephen discreetly opens the bedroom door and asks Erica, "How was that? You did well. When John finishes, go and clean yourself up. I'll see if Jim has anyone else for you today."

All Erica can do is pant softly as Stephen talks to her, her ass still stinging from John's rough treatment and the pressure of the spurs. For the moment Erica is satiated, but she knows that the day Jim has planned for her has only just begun, and the thought of more experiences like John leave her scared, but horny and excited.

Checking with Jim, Stephen gets Erica's schedule for the rest of the day, and goes back to her room to update her. John is leaving Erica's room as Stephen sticks his head back in Erica's room. He looks at Stephen as he passes him, "Thanks, she was worth the money. Book me in for next week. I'd like to do more with her next time."

"No problem. Glad you enjoyed your time," Stephen calls out as John closes the front door behind him.

Stephen puts the implications of John's 'do more with her' to the back of his mind, and walks over to Erica where she's lying on the bed, still with a glazed expression on her face and dried-up cum smeared over her pussy.

"You can have a rest for an hour or so, but Jim says there are a few guys coming this afternoon."

Erica smiles back at Stephen, "Cool. Maybe if there is a gap in the schedule you could come and visit me later? I don't want us to stop having sex just because I'm fucking all these other guys."

Stephen is surprised by this, and amazed that Erica could have the stamina to contemplate even more sex, but he's pleased as well, and he returns Erica's smile, then leans in to kiss her, whispering as he does so, "Of course. You know I'll always want to be your lover."

***

An hour later, Stephen walks into the living room to talk with Jim and finds him with a crowd of men sat on the sofas and stood hanging around.

"What the...? Is there a backlog?" Stephen asks.

"Nope," Jim says, "These guys are here to gangbang Erica. We got our times mixed up. I thought they wanted 12 midnight but they meant 12 noon. We'll have to reschedule the other guys we had booked."

"Oh well; I'm sure that won't be a problem," Stephen replies, "I'll get Erica ready."

Leaving Jim chatting to the crowd of men, Stephen leaves the living room and heads to Erica's bedroom. He finds Erica sat in an easy chair, reading. Her naked body looks good illuminated by the rays of sun penetrating the partly opened blinds. She is obviously relaxed and fully recovered.

"Hey Erica, you'll have to get ready pretty quickly. You've got a crowd out here all waiting to fuck you."

Erica's ears prick up at this news, "Really! How many men?"

"Eleven; and they're here for the gangbang we thought was going to happen later. It looks like we'll have to postpone the session we had planned. Have you showered yet? You'll have to be ready to go in 10 minutes."

"I showered after John left, but it's been warm in here. Have I got time to quickly have another one?"

"Sure, but you'll have to be quick."

Stephen goes to the shower and gets it running. When Erica comes into the bathroom, he strips off and gets into the shower with her, soaping Erica up and sponging her body, lingering for a few moments as he washes her back and breasts. Then, hastily, he towels Erica dry, admiring her petite sexy body, marveling at how she is so obviously ready for more sex. While she's blow drying her hair, Stephen dresses, and then changes the sheets on Erica's bed and squirts some air freshener around the room. In the end it takes 15 minutes, but Erica is clean and refreshed, and the room is prepared for the new set of clients.

In the living room, the guys are sat around waiting. Jim has given them a drink, and they're killing time, talking shit, bragging about their sexual conquests, psyching each other up for what they're about to do. They're all young guys, all in their late teens and early twenties, and all of them are fit and in good shape. Listening in, Stephen learns that they're all from the same football team, and that they're celebrating because they've just won a final. When he walks into the room, all 11 men look at Stephen expectantly.

Stephen announces, "OK gentlemen, she's all yours," and Jim chimes in, "Take as long as you need guys."

Erica hears a knock on the door, and even as she calls out, "Come in," the 11 football players are piling through the door and arranging themselves around her bed. She's sat up, dressed only in the negligee that Tina has decided is her indoor uniform. Erica's legs are twisted demurely over her pussy, but her perky tits are clearly on display through the sheer fabric of the negligee.

A thrill of excitement runs through Erica as she checks out the 11 hot young guys staring down at her. Then she registers the eager, lustful looks on their faces, and briefly, she wonders how she's going to cope with all of them trying to fuck her at once. Swallowing her throat, she ignores her fears, and recites the little speech she's prepared.

"So guys, I'm Erica. I'm going to be the dirtiest little slut you've ever fucked, and you're going to have the time of your lives. First though, I want to see you strip one by one, while you introduce yourselves."

Erica can feel 11 pairs of eyes checking her out as she sprawls naked on her bed. Even fully clothed they're all good looking men and inside, she's practically drooling at their athletic, muscled bodies. For a second, nothing happens, but the ice is broken by one of the guys stepping forward and saying, "Hi Erica, I'm Ben," before pulling off his T-shirt, revealing a tattooed chest with bulging pecs and tight washboard abs. Throwing his T-shirt to the floor, Ben starts to slowly unbuckle his belt then slide his jeans over his hips.

Erica is watching Ben strip with her tongue nearly hanging out with lust. Unconsciously, her legs fall apart, and her fingers move down to her pussy. Ben stands in front of Erica in just his jocks, the enormous bulge in them giving her some clue as to what's inside. Using her fingers to spread her pussy lips, Erica starts to gently massage her clit, letting out a sigh of pleasure, before telling Ben, "Go on, take them off."

Ben pulls the jocks down over his butt, revealing a thick nine inch cock which swings down between his legs as he removes his underwear. Erica's "Mmm," of appreciation is louder than she realizes, and Ben's cock stiffens in response to the praise. Ben takes his shaft in his hand and begins to slowly stroke himself while Erica's finger continue to circle her clit, pushing a smear of moisture over her labia as her excitement grows.

Emboldened by Ben taking the lead a second guy takes the plunge and steps forward, "I'm Tim; you're really sexy Erica, this is going to be awesome."

Tim is stockier than Ben, and a few inches shorter, but as he removes his T-shirt, a broader, more muscled chest and more powerful looking shoulders are revealed.

"Nice; keep going."

Erica's encouragement makes Tim hurry and he pulls down his tracksuit pants and boxers at the same time, before standing squarely in front of Erica to display his cock. His tackle is a little shorter than Ben's, but thicker, and as he grasps the shaft, Erica can see the head of his cock swell into a throbbing bulb. Erica starts to think about what it will be like to have Tim's cock slamming into her from behind, but she looks around at the nine men waiting to strip for her, and just says, "Very nice; next please."

One of the men on the other side of the bed unbuttons his shirt, trying to make a show of it. He's one of two black men in the room, and has a confidence that excites Erica when he speaks.

"I'm Pete; I'm going to fuck you senseless."

"I sure hope you are," Erica replies as she checks out Pete's gym-fit body, and as he shucks off his pants, his long curved penis, which is already jutting out above his generously proportioned ball sack. As Pete takes his cock in his hand and starts to squeeze it Erica keeps things moving, "Who's going to be next guys?"

"Me. I'm Tony."

Tony is the tallest man in the group, probably getting on for 6'5", although because he's pretty lean, he looks even taller. He quickly strips; eager to pose for Erica. His cock is long, hanging halfway down to his knees with large balls swinging behind it. Once naked, he takes his balls in one hand and starts pulling on them, while his other hand supports his stiffening shaft.

"I'm next, I'm Dean."

Dean is the other black guy in the room, an athletic six-footer, and pulling off his shirt, he reveals a powerful chest with well-defined pecs. He pauses for a second, prompting Erica to ask him, "What have you got to show me in your pants Dean?"

"This."

When Dean's pants fall to the floor, Erica's response is immediate, "Oh my God, that is amazing!"

The biggest penis she has ever seen is hanging between Dean's legs, and as he stands there it goes from semi-erect to something that she hopes is fully erect, growing even thicker and longer in front of her eyes. The languid movements of Erica's fingers on her clit become firmer, and she feels a gush of moisture flow from her body as she reacts to what she is seeing. Even the other guys are muttering in amazement at just how huge Dean's tool is.

Pulling herself together, Erica keeps things moving along, "THAT is going to do some damage! What have the rest of you guys got to show me?"

The next guy, David, is almost reluctant to go after seeing what Dean had just revealed, but as he strips down, Erica sees that he has a good sized seven inch cock. He's followed by Jon, who although he's a big, broad shouldered guy, has the smallest penis Erica seen so far, a slim six inch shaft. Just when Erica thinks that it is going to be downhill all the way from here, the next guy who steps up, Angus, turns things around, with a nicely shaped eight inch cock that she can easily imagine slurping on.

The next guy to step up announces his name as Adam, and fully clothed at least, he's the best looking guy in the room. Like the other members of the football team, Adam is tall, athletic and in fantastic shape. He's sharply dressed, and strikingly handsome, with intense blue eyes that Erica can't help staring into. She waits for him to strip off, eager to check him out. Adam's body doesn't disappoint her. It's obvious he spends plenty of time in the gym, and as he slides his underwear off, Erica finds herself staring at his tight muscled ass almost as much as his cock, which is averagely thick, but long, ending in a well-shaped knob head. With only two guys still fully clothed, Erica motions to Adam to move closer, and she reaches out to take his cock in her hand, feeling its weight as she starts to gently jerk him off.

"OK you two; let's see what you've got."

Erica is unbelievably horny now, and the guys who've already stripped are moving closer, sensing that the action is about to begin. Ben has moved close to Erica on the other side of the bed, and she takes his cock in her other hand. Dean's cock is only inches from her body though, and she's desperate to give it some attention as well. For the moment though, she has to see out the ritual of watching each guy strip.

"I'm Ed."

"Mmm another nice cock; OK, last but not least."

The final guy is stripping in front of Erica. He's the youngest, only 18, and not yet as fully muscled as the older guys, but Erica can't help admire the eight inch cock that emerges from his pants.

"OK guys, it's time to get things started."

Immediately, Dean moves between Erica's legs, his massive cock swinging between his thighs as he moves closer to her. Erica's grip on Adam and Ben's cocks tightens as she realizes that she is going to be subjected to Dean's monster tool right away. The other guys crowd around, two of them grabbing Erica's legs and holding them spread wide, the others pressing close around her face. All of them are holding their cocks; most are slowly jerking them, keeping them hard. Tim and Jon are already over-excited and can't contain themselves, their hands pumping furiously at their shafts as they edge themselves closer and closer to Erica's face.

Dean is between Erica's legs preparing to mount her. He presses the head of his cock against Erica's spread pussy lips, swirling it around and over her, coating the tip in juices and driving Erica crazy with anticipation. Lowering the weight of his body down onto Erica's, Dean inches his cock into her dripping wet snatch and her breath is literally taken away as the huge cock stretches her like nothing she has previously experienced. Erica tries to tell him to go slow but as she starts to speak David gets up onto the bed alongside her and forces her mouth to one side so that he can ram his cock into it. Muffled by the knob head in her mouth Erica is unable to stop Dean as he slams his hips forward, burying every inch of his anaconda cock right into Erica's body in one quickfire movement.




Erica's Story Pt. 03



Dean's penetration is so rapid and the sense of being filled and stretched so absolute that Erica lets out a muffled scream of surprise as he bottoms out in her. Once he is inside her he just as quickly begins a vigorous high-energy pounding, pumping his butt up and down as he pulls his cock right out of her then sends it slamming back in, making Erica's entire body shake with each stroke. Despite the force of Dean's hard fucking, Erica keeps her grip on Adam and Ben's shafts, jerking them as hard as she is able.

Jon is the first one to cum, his over-eager jerking bringing him to the brink in a few minutes. With an uncontrolled cry of pleasure, he pushes his cock right onto Erica's face and releases a stream of semen over her forehead and nose. Erica can feel the warm spunk dribbling down her cheek and wishes that she could taste it. Luckily, the first orgasm of the session is quickly joined by another as David's face fucking comes to an explosive climax and he ejaculates directly into Erica's throat.

Erica gulps greedily at the slug of spunk shooting into her. As David withdraws his cock a second pulse from his shaft coats her tongue, filling her mouth with the strong salty flavor of fresh semen. No sooner has David pulled away than Tony steps up to take his place, stuffing his long cock between her lips and ordering her to "Suck it hard bitch."

With the ice well and truly broken the guys start to cheer on Dean and Tony as they fuck Erica's pussy and mouth. There are still half a dozen cocks pressed in around Erica, and as Dean hammers into her, penises are pushed into her mouth one and even two at a time as the guys fight to get Erica to suck them. Mark, the youngest guy is the next to cum and Erica happily swallows his load before his cock is replaced by Tim's.

Despite the pounding she is receiving from Dean, Erica's hands are still working hard on Adam and Ben's shafts, pumping them vigorously. Erica's jerking is too effective and there is no way they can last; soon Adam is spraying spunk onto Erica's hand and wrist, sending cum trickling down her arm. Ben pulls away from Erica's hand at the last moment and sprays her face with his load, adding to the sticky mess left by Jon.

Dean's stamina is incredible. Jon, David, Mark, Adam and Ben have all unloaded their balls, but Dean has been remorselessly pounding Erica the whole time, well over 15 minutes straight of intense fucking that quickly brought her to a quivering orgasm. Finally though he gives one giant thrust and Erica feels a torrent of cum fill her pussy. Completely spent, Dean rolls off Erica. Between her legs Erica can feel Dean's semen pooling and overflowing from her, coating her inner thighs and ass crack with a thick sheen of glistening spunk.

Without missing a beat, the moment Dean slips out from Erica five of the guys grab her and rearrange her on the bed. The six men who have blown their load sit back and relax, enjoying a beer as they let their cocks recover. The five remaining guys put Erica on all fours and Ed slides underneath her, holding Erica's hips as he guides her down onto his nine inch cock. Erica's slit is now wet and loose thanks to the stretching Dean has given her, and Ed slides inside easily. Compared to Dean, Ed's nine inches feel good, and as Ed starts to bump his hips up into her, Erica relaxes and starts to ride him, the movement of the thick rod inside her driving her close to the brink of another orgasm.

Before Erica gets the chance to ride herself to a climax, Pete gets in front of her, his cock curving up so that she has to lean forward to take it into her mouth. Resting her hands on his thighs, Erica clamps her lips around Pete's knob and slides her mouth down as far as she can. With his cock pushing into the back of her throat she then sets about eagerly slurping on him. Angus is looking on, and as Erica leans forward to slurp on Pete's shaft, he sees her butt cheeks spread and her asshole exposed.

This is all the invitation Angus needs. He kneels behind Erica and with his hands on her ass pushes her further forward, stretching her ass cheeks to make her anus gape slightly as he does so. Erica can feel Angus's eight inch cock rubbing against her back, and she braces herself as she feels the tip of this penis moving down between her spread cheeks. Erica knows that her tight ass is exposed for the taking but she screams in shock and pain when she realizes that Angus is pushing her forward not so that he can penetrate her ass but so that he can work his cock into her cunt from behind and join Ed's giant cock in filling her pussy up.

The guys sat at the other end of the room cheer Angus on when they realize what is happening. This is something that Erica has never experienced. She is being stretched like never before and it is only because of the sheer force that Angus is using to push his rock hard penis in alongside Ed's that he is making any headway. Collapsing forward, her mouth falls off Pete's cock and she lets out a full-blooded scream, her hands gripping onto Ed's body tightly as she tries to cope with what Angus is doing to her.

When Erica bends completely forward with her tits pressing into Ed's chest, her pussy spreads a little wider. A final push allows Angus to complete his penetration into Erica and she realizes that she has two cocks buried in her pussy; something she didn't believe was possible. Angus adjusts his position, grabbing Erica's ass and shuffling himself forward so that he can thrust into her. Ed bucks his hips up, and the two men start to slowly rock so that their cocks are moving together inside Erica.

As she is pushed around by Angus and Ed's thrusting, Erica squirms her hips, trying to accommodate herself to the bulk of two penises stretching her body. It becomes easier as she relaxes and the movements inside her body begin to stimulate her. Soon her pussy has produced enough wetness that although she still feels incredibly stretched and any sudden movement sets off a jab of pain, the overall sensation is good. When the two men get the pace of their thrusting right Erica is amazed at how aware she is of the separate movement of the two penises, how each one moves against the walls of her pussy in a slightly different way, setting off a complex interplay of sensations in her body.

Erica feels a gush of warmth flood her pussy and a slight subsidence of the stretching sensation she is feeling. Angus has ejaculated, coating her pussy and both penises in a gush of semen. The extra lubrication and space created as Angus's cock softens slightly makes the double penetration easier to bear. For a minute or two while Angus's cock is still hard enough, the two men increase the pace of their thrusting, and Erica's pussy starts to build to its own climax.

Before Erica can cum though Angus is forced to withdraw, his cock too deflated to continue fucking her. The guys cheers and high five him as he dismounts and he wanders over to the far side of the room for a beer with a huge grin on his face. With only Ed inside her, Erica's pussy feels loose around his cock for a moment but after a second she realizes that she is still sat on a good-sized nice inch penis, and that she is wet, horny and desperate to bring herself to a climax. Sitting up, she sets about riding Ed, determined that they are both going to cum soon and cum hard.

Erica guides Ed's hands to her tits, places her own hands on his muscled chest, and begins sliding her pussy up and down his shaft until it is shining and her pussy lips are coated in a froth of stirred up spunk and pussy juices. Once Ed is bucking up beneath her, out of his mind with horniness, Erica sits right down on his shaft and grinds her hips back and forth over him as quickly as she can. Ed's cock moves about inside Erica, driving her crazy, and her pussy gushes even more, coating both of them as her wetness flows out of Erica and onto Ed's groin.

Pete and Tim are still on the bed but at the moment Erica is totally absorbed in riding Ed. She had orgasmed repeatedly around Dean's mega-shaft earlier but has been worked up again by the events of the last ten minutes and is desperate to climax once more. Pete is keen for Erica to finish sucking him off and is poised with his cock close to Erica's face ready to feed it back into her mouth. Tony has been watching the last ten minutes of double penetration fucking with a massive hard on and is finding it impossible to stop himself from jerking off.

Finally Erica's pussy begins to spasm. A massive shuddering orgasm spreads from her clitoris and engulfs her entire body. Erica's pussy tightens around Ed's cock forcing him to ejaculate and he cums too, almost without warning, giving a final massive heave of his hips and exploding into Erica with a force that pushes her forwards. Erica's orgasm leaves her weak and she collapses onto Ed's chest and lies there shaking for a minute while Ed regains his breath beneath her. There is a moment of silence in the room, but this is broken when the frantically masturbating Tim shouts out, "Fuck this is amazing!" and sends a jet of semen spraying over Erica's back.

Feeling Tim's spunk spatter onto her back, Erica pulls herself up from Ed's chest. With a slightly weary smile she looks around the room and asks, "Who's left?"

Pete immediately calls out, "Me!" and from the other end of the bed Tony shouts, "Me too!"

Pete pushes forward and adds, "C'mon Erica, I want you to finish sucking me."

Tony is moving behind Erica, getting her onto her hands and knees. It doesn't take long for them to get into position, with Tony sliding his cock into Erica from behind while Pete is at the other end getting his blowjob. Both men have spent the past hour being sucked by Erica, watching the other guys fuck Erica senseless, and jerking off, and they're both pretty close to cumming. Tony spends maybe four minutes pounding into Erica from behind before his cock twitches and he deposits a thick wad of semen inside her. Pete lasts a little longer, but once Tony pulls out and Erica gives his cock her full attention she soon has him shooting into her mouth.

Erica finishes off by letting some of Pete's spunk leak out of her mouth and using her finger to smear it over her nipples. Then lying back, she spreads her legs wide and lets the guys watch the semen accumulated in her pussy flow out of her. Exhausted, she uses her fingertips to trace a string of spunk and pussy juice over her labia and up to her mons, where she traces the outline of where her pubic hair used to be.

Aware that Jim had told the boys that they could take as long as they like, Erica lets them sit in her room and knock back a couple more beers each. Some of them come over and talk to her, but mostly they chat amongst themselves, reliving the afternoon. Erica stays on the bed and rests. After twenty minutes some of the guys are recovered enough that their cocks are ready to go again. When they ask if they can go again, Erica replies, "Sure," and over the course of the next hour they all come and fuck her one by one while the others watch.

The second time around, Dean's cock still stretches her but she can take it easily enough and once again she spends the whole time he is fucking her cumming continuously. Most of the guys take her from behind, but some of them ask her to ride their cocks and one fucks her in the missionary position. They're all young and fit enough to have the stamina to come back for a second or third go but eventually though they've all fucked Erica as much as they can and they leave her in the room, all of them telling her what a great time they'd had and how amazing she was.

***

Erica is left alone for the rest of the afternoon. She showers after the football team have left, once again soaping away a crust of dried cum from her body, face and hair. After lying undisturbed for a couple of hours recovering, she begins to wonder what Jim, Stephen and Tina are doing and whether they have any more plans for her. As the day progresses, Erica becomes increasingly bored and frustrated. By the early evening, more than four hours after the football team left, Erica's horniness level has become unbearable. She puts on the negligee that Tina has given her and walks down the hall into the living room.

Entering the room, she's surprised to see Jim and Stephen sat either side of Tina on the lounge, all three of them naked. Tina has a hand wrapped around the cocks on each side of her, lazily stroking them, keeping both men stiff without jerking them hard enough to make them cum. The two men are each holding one of Tina's massive tits, supporting its weight with their hands while they suck on her erect nipples.

Erica is outraged and jealous that this is happening without her. Even as she's opening the door, she's asking, "Hey! What are you guys doing?"

All three turn and look up at Erica, but it is Tina that answers, "Just killing time while you recovered from that football team. I hope you're ready for some more action now?"

Erica can't help herself, and blurts out, "God yes! I'm as horny as hell. I've been waiting in my room for two hours wondering when you were going to come fetch me. Can I join in with you guys?"

Tina replies, "You need to get dressed. Stephen and I are going to take you out in a little while. You need to learn how a real whore makes her money."

With that, Stephen stands up and gathers up his clothes before heading to the shower. As she's getting to her feet Tina says to Erica, "C'mon, I'll choose your clothes for you."

Tina dresses Erica like a total slut. The seven inch fuck-me heels are a new shiny black patent leather pair. Tina gives Erica a pair of fishnet stockings; then deliberately rips holes on the thighs. Tonight's dress is blood red and short enough to reveal the lower curve of Erica's ass cheeks. The dress has a chunky full length zipper down the front. The last thing Tina does before she decides Erica is ready is unzip the front of the dress three inches. The dress was already low cut, revealing Erica's pushed-up cleavage, but unzipped slightly, her sheer black bra is also revealed. The only thing Erica doesn't receive from Tina is any panties.

Back in the living room Erica parades in front of Jim and Stephen, seeking their approval of the way she is dressed. Both men look at her lustily, enjoying the sight of Erica's tits and ass hanging out of the skimpy dress. Stephen is fully clothed, ready to take Erica out onto the street, but Jim is still naked, with his thick cock projecting from between his legs like a fence post.

Tina looks at Jim, then at the clock, then at Erica.

"There's still some time, and you can't leave Jim with his cock like that. Get down on your knees and service him before we go."

Erica makes to kneel on the rug in the middle of the room, expecting Jim to take her from behind. Seeing her do this, Tina quickly puts Erica in her place, "No, no, no; you're not getting fucked you greedy slut, we don't want to clean up your pussy again. Give him a blowjob!"

Disappointed, Erica turns herself around, and positions herself between Jim's legs, moving her mouth up close to his jutting shaft. Erica holds herself on all fours and reaches her body up and over Jim's groin so that her lips are poised at the tip of his cock. Only touching Jim with her mouth, Erica starts by kissing down his shaft until she reaches his balls. Then, pressing the flat of her tongue against the underside of his rod, she licks back up until her mouth is once again at the top of his penis. This time she spreads her lips wide and takes him into her mouth, stretching her body to keep her face above his cock so that she can slide her mouth straight down to the base.

Jim lets out a low, "Hell yeah," as Erica takes his full length into her mouth. As she backs her mouth off slightly and begins a slurping blowjob, working her mouth up and down his shaft, Jim continues to moan appreciatively, "This is what I'm talking about."

Emboldened by Jim's pleasure in her work, Erica increases her efforts, bobbing her head up and down as fast and deep as she can in an effort to satisfy Jim. Erica's attention has the desired effect, and she can feel his shaft swell even more in her mouth as it reaches the pre-orgasmic stage. When she can taste a hint of pre-cum on her tongue she finally takes one hand off the floor and uses it to cup his balls, tugging and massaging them as she pushes her mouth right to the base of Jim's cock again.

Jim's balls are heavy and swollen, and there is a now steady stream of pre-cum leaking from him. Erica keeps her mouth pressed to Jim's groin, pushing her mouth down in small movements that use the back of her throat to stimulate the knob of his cock. This deep swallowing makes her gag, and she knows that she won't be able to keep it up for long, but she is confident that there is a huge load of spunk in Jim's balls ready to be released. Breathing hard through her nose, Erica forces herself to keep her mouth clamped fully around Jim's swollen erection in anticipation of his impending explosion.

Sure enough, Erica feels Jim's balls twitch in her hand. Her mouth is so tight around Jim's cock that she can almost feel the semen moving up the shaft and there is a brief slow-motion moment where she can squeeze his balls as the jet of spunk flows from his testicles and up his cock. Then, as Jim ejaculates and spray after spray of spunk floods her mouth, the feeling of control evaporates, and Erica is forced to swallow desperately as Jim's balls empty into her throat.

Erica keeps her mouth around Jim's spurting member until his orgasm subsides. Then, swallowing hard at the semen still flowing down her throat, she moves her mouth away and sits back, looking around the room to see the reaction of Tina and Stephen. The first thing that Erica's eyes fall on is the huge tented erection in Stephen's pants. Tina speaks to Erica even before she has turned to face her, "Good work slut, but it looks like you'll have to do Stephen as well now."

Erica loves sucking Stephen's cock so this news fills her with pleasure, but she does begin to wonder when she's going to get fucked herself. She knows though that she'll only leave the house once she's made Stephen cum, so she quickly shuffles over to where Stephen is sat. With both of them eager for the blowjob to begin, their hands fumble as they both try to unzip Stephen's fly at the same time.

Erica is keen to get on, so she pushes Stephen back into his seat and says, "It's OK, let me do it."

Stephen obliges, and unimpeded, Erica reaches into his pants and liberates his penis, cooing over it as she gets into position, "Mmm, I never got to play with you this afternoon, and I love your cock so much Stephen. I'm gonna make you cum hard and fast, so lie back and enjoy this!"

This time Erica uses her hands as well as her mouth right from the beginning of the blowjob. She wraps one hand around Stephen's shaft, slides the other hand into his pants to fondle his balls, and closes her lips around his swollen knob. After flicking her eyes up at Stephen with a teasing smile, Erica then sets about living up to her promise to bring him to an explosive orgasm in double quick time.

Erica deploys all her talents, swirling her tongue around Stephen's knob as she sucks him and pumping her hand and mouth up and down his shaft in unison. The onslaught on Stephen's cock is total and perfectly executed. There is no way Stephen can survive Erica's cock sucking frenzy and within five minutes he is bucking up into her mouth as she milks the semen flowing from his cock in supersized spurts, making sure that every drop is pumped from his balls into her mouth. Finally, satisfied with the job she has done, she pulls herself into Stephen's lap and kisses him deeply, letting him taste the flavor of semen lingering in her mouth.




Erica's Story Pt. 03



Tina looks on at Stephen and Erica, giving them a moment. As the kiss lingers, she hurries them, "OK guys, it's time to hit the road."

***

Once Stephen, Erica and Tina leave the house they take Stephen's car and drive across the city. On the deserted late-night city streets, Stephen soon reaches the sleazy suburb that hosts the city's red-light district. The dimly illuminated stretch of road has a handful of late night bars that serve as the main hangout for both prostitutes and their potential clients. On their arrival, Tina pushes Erica out, and sends her wobbling down the street on her impossibly high slut heels. A few other hookers are loitering along the street, dressed like Erica in tight little skirts barely covering their asses and low cut tops revealing lacy bras and cleavage.

Slowly cruising cars are crawling the street, checking out the meat on offer. As Stephen and Tina watch, a car pulls up and a hooker walks over to it, leaning into the window and flashing her tits while she negotiates with the driver. When she gets into the car, Tina motions to Erica from the other side of the street, telling her to take the prostitute's place on the street corner. Stephen puts the car into gear, and they pull away, leaving Erica on the pavement exposed beneath the orange glow of a streetlight.

Erica is completely unprepared for this. She glances up and down the street, scared of the police, scared of the prostitutes she can see further along, scared of the group of tough looking men stood outside the bar at the other end of the block. There is nothing she can do though except step back away from the glare of the streetlight, lean against the wall and wait. In position, she turns toward the street. Without realizing it, the look Erica is projecting is classic hooker, and enough to catch the eye of anyone passing by.

Sure enough, a few minutes later a curb crawler pulls up in front of Erica, and winds his window down. She walks over, bending down into the open window as she approaches. The driver is in his late 30s, and is probably a businessman, still in his suit, on his way back from a late night drink with work colleagues. He gets an eyeful of Erica's cleavage as she leans in and very obviously checks her out, ogling the exposed flesh with a hungry look. Unsure what to say, Erica resorts to the cliché, "Do you want me to show you a good time? $50 for a blowjob, $100 for anything you like."

"Anything?" the guy replies.

"Sure, anything," Erica is not sure this is the best thing to be saying, but she's nervous, and keen to move things along. She's worried about being caught out on the street by the police, and exposed to her neighbors as a common streetwalking hooker, but also knows that Tina will only make her go back out on the street if she tries to negotiate too much, or doesn't bring back enough cash.

"Hop in."

Erica opens the door and slides in next to the businessman. As she settles into the leather seat, he drives a short distance to a nearby alleyway located on a deserted industrial park.

As he drives, Erica's customer is eyeing her up, checking out her tits, exposed through the thin bra, and at her legs and ass peeking out of the short dress. As he pulls up into the quiet dead-end alleyway and parks, he reclines the seats of his car, and then puts a hand on Erica's leg, running it up her thigh until his fingers are pushing up the dress past the tops of the stockings, until the full length of Erica's leg is exposed.

"So, you'll do anything eh?"

Erica nods, nervously, then replies, "Yes, anything. I've been told to give customers anything they want, or they get angry."

The businessman looks at Erica, uncertain what to make of this, but she replies again, "I want to be used. I'm a horny, slutty whore who always needs to be fucked. I'll do anything to satisfy you. Please use me."

Encouraged by this, the businessman replies, "Sure; I need a blowjob. Suck my cock: now."

Obeying the order, Erica immediately moves her hands to his crotch and unzips the trousers of his suit, helping him pull them down, along with his boxers, when he lifts his hips up. His cock is already beginning to firm up with excitement, and Erica goes right down on him, lowering her head into his lap, and taking his entire semi-erect cock in her mouth. Within seconds, the cock stiffens completely in her throat, and as he puts his hands on the back of Erica's head, keeping her mouth clamped in place, she begins to gag on it as he bucks his hips up into her face.

The man keeps Erica like this for what seems like ages, her lips pressed against his groin, her mouth encased around the shaft of his penis. She's bobbing her head up and down as fast as she can, but can't do much more than move her tongue around over the shaft because he is restricting her movements. His other hand reaches under Erica's dress and pushes into her wet pussy, finger her with a probing movement that makes her think about her craving for cock. She can hear him groan with pleasure above her, and she wonders if he's going to cum in her mouth: she can feel the head of his cock throbbing as he gets more and more excited.

Before he gets too carried away though, he pulls Erica off his cock, and tells her, "Sit on my dick and ride me, I need to feel your cunt around my shaft."

Relieved that she is going to get his cock inside her, Erica turns away from the businessman and pulls her dress up, exposing her ass cheeks. Leaning forward gives the guy a full view of her pussy lips, spread and wet and swollen with excitement. Appreciative of the sight she is giving him, Erica can hear him murmur under his breath, "Sweet."

Out loud, he tells Erica, "Sit that pussy down on my dick and fuck me bitch."

Obeying without hesitation, Erica lowers her ass into his groin, grasping hold of his cock to steer it between her pussy lips and inside her slick cunt, so that as her ass settles into his lap, she can feel his cock slide inside her, giving her the wonderful full sensation she loves so much. The low roof to the businessman's sports car forces Erica to lean forward with her hands on the windshield to support herself and she has to flex her lower back to move her hips down onto his shaft.

In position, Erica starts moving her hips back and to; riding the businessman, feeling his cock moving inside her. He slaps her ass, encouraging Erica to go faster; then reaches round to hold her tits, still encased in the flimsy bra. It isn't long before he is groaning beneath her, spurring Erica on with his cries, "Take it whore; earn it."

Worked up and horny, Erica concentrates on the feelings inside her body, her moans joining up into a continuous, "Oh yes, oh god, that's so good," as she fucks the guy, making sure that he gets full value for his money.

The businessman is bucking beneath Erica, eagerly pushing his cock up into her, enjoying the sensation of Erica riding him. She's keeping her pussy deep on his cock, and flexing and tightening the insides of her cunt to increase the grip on his erect rod. Erica is really getting into this now, loving the feeling of being fucked, of having a stranger inside her, feeling him throb with excitement as he uses her for his pleasure, but giving Erica a thrill that makes her wet just thinking about it.

Erica can feel the guy's hands squeezing her tits as she rides him. Wanting to make sure he's completely satisfied, she pulls away from him, feeling his cock slide out of her pussy, with a string of pussy juice and pre-cum leaking from her as he leaves her body. Quickly undoing the zipper running down the front of her dress, and unhooking her bra, she turns round, pushing one of her boobs into his mouth as she does so, letting him suck on her nipples as the bra drops to the car floor. His hands move to Erica's ass and start squeezing it.

Using her free hand, Erica takes the businessman's cock, jerking it quickly as he sucks on her tits, his pre-cum leaking over her fingers. Feeling his cock begin to swell, she straddles him again, and lowers herself back onto his shaft, facing him this time, while he continues to suck on and play with her tits. She places her hands on his chest as she feels herself bottom out on his lap, and starts lifting her body up and down, allowing her pussy to slide up and down the length of his throbbing cock, coating it with her juices as he moves in and out of her.

The sensation of having a hard cock inside her pussy is more than Erica's sex-obsessed body can handle and she begins moaning like an out of control animal as she rides him harder and harder. The pent up excitement brings her orgasm closer and closer. Beneath her, the businessman is in ecstasy with the servicing Erica is giving him. The way she is sliding up and down his throbbing cock is sending him wild. His mouth is still sucking tight on her nipple, but she can hear his breathing intensify as he gets more excited. Soon he is moaning, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum; you're making me explode you dirty little slut."

Sitting right down on his lap, Erica clamps her pussy tight around his cock, pushing her mouth to his lips at the same time. She feels him thrust, then spasm beneath her body, and as he relaxes, she can feel spunk flood from his cock, then down the outside of his shaft, leaking out of her pussy into his lap. Dismounting from him, Erica quickly sets about licking him clean.

Once she's done, the businessman looks at Erica, hands her a couple of $50 notes and then pushes an extra one into her hand as well. As he's paying her he says, "You're a good little whore, you earned that. Maybe I'll come looking for you again sometime."

With that, he pushes Erica out of the car into the alleyway, and drives away.

Erica walks back to the red-light district, thinking about how much her life has changed over the past week. It still seems like it is happening to someone else, not to her. Taking stock, she realizes that over the weekend she has fucked about 40 men; it is impossible to be exactly sure how many, and given blowjobs to a whole lot more. Quantifying her experience like this makes her think about what a dirty slut she's become, or at least what a dirty slut other people will think she is. Should she be ashamed? Erica can't say, but she knows that letting go and abandoning herself to Jim and Tina has turned her on more than anything she's ever done before.

What about next week? Her husband will be returning in a couple of days and her daughters five days after that. There is no way she can continue with Jim's arrangements once her husband is back in the house, and she really isn't sure how she's going to face resuming her old vanilla sex life. Then Erica remembers Jim's comments about Bree and Jessica earlier in the morning. Had she really agreed to involve Bree in all of this? How? The more Erica thinks the more nervous and scared she becomes. Approaching where Stephen and Tina dropped her off, she sees the car driving toward her. She experiences a feeling of relief at the sight of them, and realizes that tomorrow at least, she is still free to be with them and do whatever they have planned for her. A shiver of excitement runs through her at the thought. Stephen opens the car door, and they take her home to get ready for a new day.

***



Erica's Story Pt. 04



Erica wakes, disturbed by the sound of voices outside her door. Unsure of her surroundings, she sends her hand groping around the side of the bed, searching for a light switch. Eventually she finds the base of a lamp, and sliding her hand upwards until she finds the switch, she manages to illuminate her surroundings.

She is in a motel room, obviously one from the sleazier end of the market. The furnishings are shabby and stained; the wallpaper a fading floral pattern that looked like it might just have been fashionable in the 1970s. The cheap cotton sheets beneath her feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Erica glances around the room, taking in the seedy ambiance and stale atmosphere.

Finally her eyes fall on a small pile of $20 bills stacked next to the night light. They are old and creased as if they have been crumpled in a pocket and then flattened out, before being left where she could find them. Counting the money, Erica finds that there is $200.

Unsure of the time, Erica turns on the TV and scrolls through the channels until she finds a 24 hour news channel with a clock in the bottom corner of the screen. It is 5 a.m. Erica doesn't know how she is going to find her way home, or even find enough clothes to go home decently dressed, but right now it is too early to worry about it. For the moment she lies back on the bed and turns off the light, but leaves the TV on so that the glow of the screen casts a blue light over the room.

Erica's final day of freedom had been and gone, and she was overwhelmed by a sense of nervous dread. The three days of uninhibited abandonment she had just experienced were going to come to a crashing end. She would have to get home before mid-afternoon when her husband Brett returned, just to avoid being caught entering the house in what was left of the hooker's outfit she had worn last night. After that she'd have to resume her life satisfying Brett's unsophisticated needs.

There was another hour before it got light. Erica had only the dimmest sense of where in the city the motel was located, but she had gained the impression the previous night of a rough rundown neighborhood, with derelict buildings on every block and homeless people in every alleyway. Reluctant to face the day yet and the dangers of working out how to get home, Erica closed her eyes and reflected on the events that led her to this room.

***

When Jim and Tina had found out that that there was only one full day left with Erica before Brett returned they decided to make the most of it. Both of them were enjoying using Erica for their own physical satisfaction, but their greatest pleasure was coming from seeing Erica submit so willingly to their control. Erica had a capacity to be fucked over and over again yet still beg for more. She seemed completely driven by both her own sexual urges and by her need to be used for the pleasure of others. They planned to spend this final day exploiting Erica's lust as much as they could.

Once again Erica's morning began with a breakfast of Tina's creamy pussy juice and Jim and Stephen's freshly pumped semen. With Tina lying beneath her so that they could sixty-nine, Erica lapped at her cunt while the two men took turns to pound into her from behind. When Stephen and Jim had finally finished unloading their balls into Erica's cum-hungry pussy she licked both cocks clean, relishing the flavor of her own juices mixed with semen that coated both men's drained shafts.

As Erica as lay sprawled on the bed recovering from her first fuck of the morning, Jim outlined the day he had planned for her, counting off on his fingers as he listed the men who had booked to spend an hour with her, "So, you start work at 10 a.m., then, let's see, one, two, three... that's right, you'll be finished here at 6 p.m."

Erica was momentarily disappointed. Eight men; after the gangbangs she had experienced for the last two days this seemed like a bit of a letdown. Jim saw the look on Erica's face, and continued, "Don't worry Erica; we've got a special treat for you tonight. Tina is taking you out to meet some of her girlfriends. They've heard all about you and have been asking Tina to share you."

Just when Erica thought Jim has finished, he added one final sentence, "After that it's up to Tina what happens to you."

When the others had finished dressing and left the room, Erica was alone. Given a moment to reflect she thought about how much had changed in her life. It was maybe five months since she had begun her affair with Stephen, and barely six weeks since she had met Tina and Jim. What amazed Erica the most though was that it was only four days ago that she had fucked Stephen, Jim and Andy at the same time. Fucking three men at once had been such a novelty then.

If she concentrated, she could remember how scared she had felt once she'd put her life into Jim and Tina's hands, but it was far easier to recall how turned on she'd been yesterday when she had been filled with Dean's gargantuan penis, or how much of a thrill it was to be surrounded by horny men, all eager to fuck her senseless. Erica smiled to herself; all those men probably thought they were using her, but they were giving her exactly what she craved the most.

Now here she was, disappointed at the thought of only eight men to fuck in one day! Amazed at how much she had changed, Erica let her thoughts drift to the evening. She wondered what Tina's girlfriends would be like. How many of them would there be? Would they all be like Tina? What would they want from her?

Just thinking about the possibilities was making Erica excited and she had to resist the urge to finger herself, remembering that she'd be meeting her first client of the day in 30 minutes. Still, she'd have to have a quick shower anyway, so where was the harm? She wasn't sure what would happen that evening but just the anticipation was enough to have her fingers teasing her clit for the next five minutes until an orgasm gave her some relief.

After lying in bed for so long Erica had to rush to get ready. After she had showered and toweled her hair dry she went back into her room to see what Tina was had given her to wear today. She was surprised to see Tina stood waiting for her.

"Come on Erica you little slut, you'll never be ready if you don't hurry up. Here, you'll need me to help you put this on."

Tina was holding a purple silk corset, with black lacy edging. A ribbon was threaded through the back to tighten it and after Tina had slipped the corset over Erica's head she pulled firmly on the ribbon, using it to draw the narrow waist in snugly. With the corset on, Erica's breasts were pushed up enticingly, her waist narrowed and the flare of her hips and beautifully curved ass emphasized.

Tina finished off Erica's outfit with a tiny G-string and another pair of towering heels. The G-string was a miniscule scrap of fabric that barely covered her labia and revealed most of her pubic mound and all of her ass. The high heels helped draw the eyes to Erica's long slim legs, and the firm round ass cheeks divided by the skinny G-string.

Tina stood back and admired Erica, "You make a damn sexy little whore Erica. I could fuck you myself right now. You're in for a treat tonight but right now it's time for you to start servicing some cock."

Erica looked at the clock by her bed. It was two minutes to 10. The first customer would be here any second. With her sexual appetite fired up by Tina's attention while dressing her, Erica was impatient for him to arrive. With one minute to go Tina left the room, sticking her head through the door one final time to deliver the parting words, "Make sure you fuck them senseless," before pulling the door closed behind her.

At one minute past 10 Erica began to pace the room. Had the client backed out at the last minute? She hoped not; she was as horny as hell right now. Finally, at five past 10 there was a knock on the door and a whisper on the other side from Stephen, "He's here; I'm letting him in now."

The door opened to reveal a young man, probably aged about 18. He was tall but slim, and had not yet filled out his body. He was obviously nervous. Seeing him cautiously cross the threshold into her room, and his diffident posture, Erica took a step towards him and said, "Come on in honey, I won't bite you."

The customer took a step forward and looked at Erica, taking in the sight of her corset clad body, pushed-up tits and exposed ass before diverting his eyes to the floor, a scared look on his face. He spoke quietly, "This is my first time doing this kind of thing."

Erica was worried. She didn't want to spend the day trying to fuck guys who were too nervous to get it up. Reassuring him, she replied, "That's OK. Tell me your name and we'll get comfortable. It'll be just like with any other girl once we get going."

"No, I don't mean that; I mean it's my first time ever. I saw your advert on Craigslist and I thought it would be easier with someone I didn't have to pluck up the courage to ask out first."

"Oh," Erica was taken aback. This guy had come here to lose his virginity! He was nervous beyond belief; Erica wondered what he was like when he tried to talk to girls his own age. For a moment she was frustrated; she was horny and had been looking forward to a really good banging. Then she thought about how she had agreed to help her daughter Bree lose her virginity soon. Perhaps it would be fun to take this guy in hand and teach him how to use his cock on a woman properly. Erica stepped forward, took his hand, and led him toward the bed, "Don't you worry honey; you'll be just fine."

Realizing that he still hadn't told her his name, Erica asked him again. This time he replied, "Gary," to which Erica replied, "Well sweetie, I'm Erica, and soon you'll never need to be nervous in front of a girl again. We'll have to get you relaxed though, you're acting like you've never seen a woman's body before."

Aware that Gary probably never had seen a real woman's body up close before, Erica smiled at him as she said this, getting a weak grin back in response. Sitting him down on the bed, Erica sat next to him, putting her hand on his leg at the same time.

Turning to him, Erica leaned in close, putting her lips against his ear and whispering seductively, "Let's get you loosened up Gary."

Still almost mute with nerves, Gary nodded. Taking the lead, Erica placed one hand on the back of Gary's head and the other on his chest. Holding him close, she kissed him, letting him relax beneath her, feeling his mouth open as he began to kiss her back. After a few moments Gary's tongue began pushing into Erica's mouth, his kissing becoming increasingly eager and greedy. It was obvious that he had never kissed a woman before, but it was also obvious that there was a lot of pent-up lust and frustration in his body.

Not knowing what else to do, Gary would have probably carried on kissing Erica until they both ran out of breath; but now that he was relaxed, Erica wanted to keep the momentum going. She pulled away, putting her hands on his chest as she spoke, "Phew! I knew you'd warm up quickly."

While Gary was trying to figure out what to say, Erica slipped her hand underneath his T-shirt, letting out an exaggerated purr, "Mmm, I want to see your body Gary. Let me take off your clothes."

Gary acquiesced and began pulling off his T-shirt but Erica slowed him down, "No, let me do it for you."

When Gary released his grip from the hem of his T-shirt Erica took over, pulling it over his head and tossing it to one side before moving her mouth to his chest and kissing his developing muscles. Erica's lips moved over his abdomen, before coming to a halt at his belt. She turned her head up to Gary and with a cheeky smile said, "What have we got in here Gary?"

Gary blushed, and was once again unable to come up with a reply before Erica continued speaking, "I bet there's a nice big hard cock in there for me isn't there?"

When Gary nodded Erica placed her hands on the belt, unbuckling it and undoing the buttons of Gary's jeans. With her lips still pressed against Gary's stomach she encouraged him to lift his hips up so that she could slide his jeans and boxers over his hips. Keen to help, Gary kicked off his sneakers and his jeans fell around his ankles and off, onto the floor.

Gary was naked now, his cock semi-erect between his legs. Erica sized it up. It wasn't the biggest cock she had ever seen, but it was nothing to be ashamed of; bigger than Brett's at least. Gary's nerves were probably preventing him from stiffening up completely, but Erica was confident that she'd have him rock hard in a few minutes.

The thought of taking this young man's virginity was exciting Erica. She had never fucked a virgin before; all the boys who'd fucked her when she was a teenager had already popped their cherry. Thinking about the virgin ejaculation that was about to fill her pussy was turning her on. She loved sex so much; teaching this man about the joys of a good hard fuck felt like it was the right thing to do.

Erica's mouth closed around the knob of Gary's cock, causing him to shout out, "Oh my God that feels so good!"

Gary's face was a picture of pleasure as he experienced the first blowjob of his life. Erica felt Gary swell in her mouth and she began to slurp on his shaft, making a show of voraciously devouring Gary's full length while he looked on in amazement. The sensation of Erica sucking on his erection had Gary groaning in uncontrolled ecstasy; his moans echoed around the room, "Oh fuck. Ohmygod ohmgod. This is fucking unbelievable!"

Erica began to taste pre-cum and Gary's cock was throbbing like it was going to burst any second. If she didn't stop, Gary was going to cum in her mouth very soon. Erica wouldn't have minded swallowing his load but she wanted his first orgasm with a woman to be inside her pussy. Pulling her mouth away from Gary's pulsating member, Erica said, "OK honey, welcome to the pleasures of fellatio. Now I'm gonna teach you how to get a girl ready for your nice big cock."

Erica got up onto the bed and leant back against the bedhead with her legs spread in a wide V. She pulled aside the flimsy G-string to reveal her pussy; the outer lips spread wide, the pink interior glistening. Erica beckoned Gary to lie face down between her legs. The high heels she was still wearing forced Erica to sit with her legs bent, and Gary's face was hidden in the shadows of her thighs.

"OK sweetie, I want you to eat my pussy out."

Gary pressed his lips to Erica's cunt and stuck his tongue out, delicately pressing it into her body. Erica realized she was going to have to teach Gary how to go down on her. With one hand keeping the G-string out of the way, she placed the fingers of her other hand either side of her pussy lips spreading them wide, and arched her middle finger over her clit so that it pointed right where she wanted him to lick.

At first Erica's instructions were businesslike, "Lick me there. That's right. Now, move your tongue down. Do you taste my juices? Yummy huh? Use your tongue to lick the juices up over that little button," but as Gary gained in confidence Erica's voice softened and her instructions were interspersed with moans of pleasure, "Oh yes. That feels good, that's it honey, keep your tongue moving over that spot; Mmm yes, now press your lips in and grind your tongue over it."

Erica's guidance kept Gary's tongue moving over her clit and pushing deep into the well of her pussy. Feeling her vagina gush wetter as Gary grew more skillful, Erica added to his instructions, "Now slide a finger inside me. Mmm, that's right, keep your tongue working on my clitty. Slide that finger in and out of me. Go on, put another finger in. Oh that's right. That's perfect baby."

Gary's fingers were beginning to squelch as he finger-fucked Erica's juicy pussy. A froth of juices oozed out of Erica, coating Gary's probing digits and leaving a wet sheen on her inner thighs. Erica was about ready to replace the fingers with Gary's cock, and once again instructed Gary, "Come up from there, I want to taste you again."

Gary pulled himself up the bed, and Erica slid down so that he straddled her corset-clad chest with his cock dangling in front of her face. Erica was pleased to see that Gary's nerves had gone; only inches from her lips his cock was rock hard and throbbing with lust. Erica's instincts took over and she grabbed hold of the erect shaft and guided it into her mouth.

Erica only sucked on Gary for a few seconds this time. He was clearly ready to blow his load and the taste of pre-cum was even stronger than before. Once she was confident that she'd got him as hard as possible, Erica used her hands to guide Gary's hips down her body so that they were level with hers.

Gary was holding himself up from Erica, his wrists either side of her shoulders. His cock jutted proud from his body, pointing straight down to Erica's gaping pussy. She took his penis in her hand and pulled Gary toward her, steering him directly into her welcoming body. With his cock head encased between her pussy lips, Erica smiled at Gary, "OK baby, fill me up."

Gary pushed in with the enthusiasm of a man who knew that this thrust would be the one that lost him his virginity. His balls slapped against Erica as he drove home, sending his cock to the back of Erica's pussy. Feeling his penis buried inside a woman for the very first time, Gary cried out with pleasure, "Oh man. This is amazing!"

After 20 minutes of gently leading Gary to this point, Erica desperately needed to be fucked hard. Bucking her hips up toward Gary, she spurred him on, "Go on fuck me baby. That's it, harder."

With Erica encouraging him, Gary quickly got into the rhythm of slamming into Erica, filling her with his shaft then pulling out to drive it home again. Then, when he began to tire, she taught him to grind into her, keeping his rod buried deep inside her so that his body slid over her clit as he angled his hips to push his cock as far inside her as possible. When he began to pick up the pace again, Erica could sense that Gary was building toward his orgasm.

"Get off me for a second Gary. I want you pounding into me from behind when you cum."

Gary waited impatiently while Erica got onto her hands and knees. Once she was in position, Gary moved behind her. This time he was more familiar with Erica, and grabbed her ass before quickly pushing his cock between her protruding pussy lips. With Erica begging him to get inside her, Gary was soon in up to the hilt and banging away like he'd been doing it all his life.

"Go on Gary, fuck me; fuck your little whore!" The words fell out of Erica's lips without her even realizing what she was saying.

Gary paused in his thrusting for a second; this wasn't something he was expecting. When Erica repeated herself, "What are you waiting for, pound this slutty little whore!" Gary cottoned on and redoubled his efforts, gripping Erica's ass tightly so that he could send his cock into her as firmly as possible.

Finally Erica was getting fucked the way she liked! She gasped and moaned each time Gary filled her, her pussy quivering as she felt her orgasm building. Lost in the pleasure her body was giving her, Erica began to beg Gary to fuck her harder and harder, her pleading littered with cries for him to slap her backside, to use her dirty pussy, to call her a slut and a whore.

At first Gary was hesitant, reluctant to use Erica the way she was urging him. Soon though he was banging into her from behind as hard as he could, slapping her ass each time he drove home. Erica responded to Gary's pounding by begging for even more, and for Gary to call her the dirty names that made her so wet. Erica's submissive behavior was driving Gary wild, and eventually he began to talk to her the way she wanted, "Take my cock you filthy slutty whore."




Erica's Story Pt. 04



Gary's dirty talk drove Erica over the edge. Her pussy was gushing wet, her knees trembling as her orgasm engulfed her. Unable to support herself, she collapsed into the pillow, whimpering as Gary slammed into her one last time with a jerk of his hips and a final, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Gary flooded Erica's pussy, his first ever fuck unloading a torrent of pent-up semen. Erica sagged into the bed, feeling the spasms of warm sticky sperm fill her body as Gary's cock shot a second jet into her. Eventually, relieved and satisfied, Gary collapsed onto the bed beside Erica, panting and breathless. When he was finally able to speak, all he could say was, "Thank you."

***

In the motel room the first rays of morning sunlight were filtering through the blinds. The pale gray light was just enough to allow Erica to see her dress lying on the floor. She knew that the man who had bought her to this room had ripped it badly when he was undressing her and wondered how she was going to get home without being stared at.

Brett would be home after lunch and would be expecting her to be there waiting for him. She knew that if she wasn't he'd be bad tempered. He liked to be fussed over when he returned from a business trip, especially when he'd been away for a couple of weeks. If Erica wasn't in a pretty dress, preparing a 'special' meal for him when he walked through the door then within a few hours he'd be making remarks about how ungrateful a wife she was, and how she didn't appreciate all the work he did for her.

Erica rose from the bed, went to the bathroom and showered. Once she'd finished toweling her hair dry she pulled together the remains of her outfit. Her bra and panties had disappeared, probably taken by the man when he left at 3 a.m. that morning. Her stockings were ruined, the holes extending all the way up her legs. The crotch had been ripped out on the car journey to the motel so that the man could finger her as he drove.

The dress had been ultra-short and made of an open mesh so that Erica's bright pink skimpy underwear had been visible through it. The man hadn't even bothered asking her to take it off; he'd just hooked his fingers into the open weave of the fabric and ripped it apart over her breasts before tearing it right down the front. At the time Erica had been as overwhelmed by lust as he was and she'd found the dominant way he was ripping her clothes off a huge turn-on. Now though she realized that she'd have to travel home in nothing but a short, see through dress that was completely open at the front coupled with a pair of slut heels.

Erica didn't have her cellphone so the only thing she could do was go to the motel reception and ask them to call a taxi. The carpark was still early-morning silent as she walked across it, making the creaking door to the reception seem intrusively loud. There was no one there and she had to press the buzzer repeatedly. Eventually someone came; an overweight man with graying stubble, wearing a stained undervest and lighting a cigarette as he walked up to the desk.

It was impossible for Erica to prevent the man seeing her body, even with her dress wrapped tightly around her and her arms folded over her chest. As she started speaking she realized that the man was staring down at her pussy, which was being revealed by her dress falling open at the front. Fortunately the man she had been with last night had been made to pay for the room in advance, so ignoring the way the receptionist was looking at her, Erica persuaded him to call her a taxicab then went outside to wait for it, feeling his eyes on her butt as she stood on the sidewalk.

The taxi driver stared at Erica just as much as the motel receptionist had done. She could see his hand resting on his crotch, scratching at the growing bulge in his pants. Every chance he got he turned and looked her up and down with a hungry leer in his eyes. The drive through the city to Erica's suburb took 40 minutes, and it became obvious the driver was taking a circuitous route in order to spend more time staring at Erica. At the end of the journey Erica wasn't surprised when the driver asked her, "That'll be $35. Or do you want to pay me some other way?"

***

Erica had to be pretty forceful in persuading Gary to leave her room. Once he had climaxed he lay on the bed with a huge grin on his face but too drained to do anything more. After a short spell where he was unable to gather his thoughts, he began talking excitedly, reliving the action of the previous 40 minutes. Erica knew that he was young and she would soon be able to get him hard again, but there were barely 15 minutes of his hour left. Eventually, feeling sorry for the over-excited young man, she spent the last 10 minutes of his timeslot jerking him off, and then closing her mouth around his cock once it started spurting, swallowing his once-again copious load with a show of satisfaction as the semen slid down her throat.

Once Gary left, the rest of Erica's day was a blur of sucking and fucking. The remaining seven clients were all sexually experienced, and all of them were more than happy to give Erica the good hard fuck she needed. Still a little bit disappointed that none of the clients were coming as a group, Erica satisfied herself by persuading the men to fuck her as roughly as possible, and talk to her as filthily as they could. All of them obliged, and by 6 p.m. Erica had received almost a dozen loads of spunk into her cum-hungry pussy and a couple more up her ass and was lying in her room momentarily satiated.

Half an hour later Erica had showered and was in the kitchen eating a meal. Jim, Tina and Stephen were questioning her about the day she had just spent, making sure they got every detail about what each man did with her. Jim and Stephen had asked her how many times she came, and how many men wanted to fuck her in the anus, but Tina was especially keen to hear about the way the men talked to her, and how Erica felt about these strange men using her as their sex toy. Tina was pleased with Erica's response, the way she replied, "Oh Tina I was so wet the whole time! That last guy made me bend over in front of the mirror with my legs spread wide apart. He spanked my ass 'til it stung, making me say 'I'm a dirty little slut and I want your cock' each time he whacked his hand on my ass cheek. I could see him in the mirror looming behind me, with his cock looking monstrous jutting out toward me. I was practically cumming just from thinking about him fucking me and screamed so loud when he finally started to slam into me."

Tina could see that Erica was losing none of her appetite for hot dirty sex and that her need to be used and treated like a whore hadn't diminished even after three days of relentless fucking. Stroking Erica's hair while she spoke, Tina put on a sad voice, "It's such a shame Brett is coming home Erica, we had so many treats planned for you."

Erica stared back at Tina with a disappointed look in her eyes. Tina brightened her voice, "Never mind, I've got something special lined up for you tonight, and Jim and Stephen will probably both need a good hard fuck if we're going to leave them alone this evening."

From the other side of the kitchen the two men both nodded in agreement, "That's right; you've been having all the fun but our balls are full to bursting."

As they were speaking Jim and Stephen looked at each other, exchanging a knowing glance that said, "Are you ready?" With a quick nod, the two men decided to act, and both of them walked around the kitchen table, approaching Erica from either side. Erica put down her coffee cup and stood up, letting her bathrobe fall to the floor at the same time.

Stephen moved straight in, placing his hands on Erica's ass cheeks and encouraging her to bend over, using the kitchen chair as support. Stephen's hands spread Erica's ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight little asshole to his tongue and Erica pushed her hips back, pressing her butt into Stephen's face. Erica gasped immediately as Stephen probed and licked at her anus while his fingers massaged her butt cheeks, squeezing and gripping them to make sure that she stayed pressed against his tongue.

On the other side, Jim was stripping, pulling off his clothes as quickly as he could to free his cock. He was fully stiff even before he had finished undressing, and as soon as his clothes had dropped to the floor he moved to Erica's face. She reached out to grab hold of his jutting erection and with Jim's cock in her grasp Erica pulled him towards her, taking his tool into her mouth as soon as it was close enough. Erica was forced to keep one hand on the chair as her body began to shake in response to the force of Jim's face fucking.

After a few minutes squirming between the two men Erica removed her mouth from Jim's cock, gulping for oxygen. Jim took the opportunity to rearrange things, sitting himself on the chair and guiding Erica onto his lap, skewering her wet gash onto his jutting erection in the process. While Jim was cupping his hands over Erica's breasts and encouraging her to ride him as hard as she could, Stephen hastily undressed. On the other side of the kitchen Tina looked on approvingly; she knew that she would be having her own fun with Erica later and was enjoying watching her service the two men.

Erica could feel Jim's long thick cock buried in her body. The walls of her vagina were awash with her free-flowing juices, and every nerve in her cunt was being stimulated to extremes of pleasure. Paying no attention to her surroundings, Erica closed her eyes and gyrated her hips over Jim's lap, feeling him swell deep inside her in response to her movements. For a long, sustained moment she was incoherent, letting out a stream of pre-orgasmic moans, "Ah, oh, oh God, oooh, ah yes."

Jim moved one hand to Erica's pussy and placed a finger on her clit. This drove her over the edge and she began to cum, her release sending spasms of nerve-tingling pleasure through her body and forcing a scream of relief from her lungs. Beneath her, Jim began to ejaculate, shooting jets of pent-up semen out of his overladen balls straight up into Erica's saturated pussy.

As Erica's orgasm subsided Stephen helped her off Jim's lap. She was still weak-kneed and unable to stand properly so Stephen moved her forward so that her upper body was face down on the kitchen bench with her legs hanging off the side. In this position Stephen was able to resume his tonguing of Erica's asshole, but he slid a finger in as well, pushing it in up to the knuckle and twisting it around. Erica was spent, still recovering from her orgasm, but she responded to Stephen's anal fingering with a whimpered, "Mmm Stephen."

Seeing what Stephen was doing, Tina left the kitchen, but she returned and stood alongside Stephen, handing him a bottle of lube with the words, "It's time Stephen, fuck her now. I want her for the rest of the night."

Erica was recovered enough now to slide her ass back to the edge of the workbench in anticipation of what was about to happen. Stephen lubed up his cock and gave a generous squirt of the lube into Erica's asshole, using his finger to smear it around and inside her ass. Once he was ready he took hold of Erica's ass cheeks, spreading them as wide as possible, and steered his shaft to her waiting hole. Then, with a final squirt of lube, he pushed in, easing his knob past the pucker of Erica's anus so that he could press his hips closer to hers in one long slow movement. At the end of the process Stephen was encased in Erica's ass all the way to the balls, feeling her gripping tightly around the full length of his shaft.

On the bench, Erica rose up onto her elbows and braced herself. There was a look of eyes-glazed nervous anticipation on her face as she prepared for the onslaught from Stephen's cock. Stephen pulled part way out. Then, with a squeeze of her ass cheeks at the same time, he plowed straight back into Erica, forcing an exhalation of air from her body with the power of his stroke. After the first few passes Stephen began withdrawing almost the full length of his cock and once he was underway he was a machine, driving home again and again, pounding relentlessly into Erica's ass.

Fucking this extreme could not go on for long. Erica's cries were a wail of pleasure mingled with shock at the intensity of the hammering her ass was receiving. Stephen's cock was being gripped like a vise by Erica's anal passage and was on the brink of exploding; his balls, heavy with semen, were beginning to tighten as they slapped into Erica. With an exclaimed, "Fuck yeah!" every muscle in Stephen's body clenched and he jerked into Erica one final time, sending a jet of semen fountaining out of his cock into her ass, quickly followed by a second, then a third gush as his balls were drained of every drop of sperm.

Stephen fell back onto a kitchen chair while Erica collapsed onto the bench. For a brief moment they were both overwhelmed by what they had just done. Looking on, Jim mouthed the word, "Wow," then after a pause added, "That was hot," before finishing with, "I just can't get over how awesome Erica is."

On the bench Erica heard the praise and smiled to herself. Her post-orgasmic reverie was soon interrupted by Tina, who lifted Erica from the bench and said, "Come on, that's enough of the boy's cock for now, it's time to come and be my bitch," before leading her to the bathroom to clean up before the evening began.

***

In the taxi, the driver looked at Erica expectantly. She knows what Tina and Jim will say if they hear that she just handed over the cash and paid the fare the regular way. Faced with the decision she is about to make, Erica has one of those moments where she wonders whether she has let her life get out of control. Should she just stop all this? Erica wavers with her hand on the door handle, thinking about the way Tina abandoned her in the red light district last night, telling her, "Earn yourself the cash for a taxi ride home."

Then Erica remembers the nervous excitement she felt after she had found herself a place to stand amongst the other hookers and waited to be picked up. The same feeling of both excitement and fear coursed through her veins but doubled after she'd been picked up and was in the car making small talk with the man who'd chosen her. Even better was the thrill she'd felt when they reached the motel and he ripped her dress off and fucked her there and then, it had been incredible, and she had begged the stranger to use her over and over, her orgasms merging into one sustained climax as the man had pleasured her until he ran out of strength in the early hours of the morning.

Erica compares all this to what she is going back home to. The life that Stephen, and Jim and Tina have given her is fulfilling all her deepest desires, desires that she had felt in the core of her subconscious for years but had never been able to express with Brett. Erica decides that there is no way she is able to stop what she is doing. With her decision made, in her mind Erica is already telling Jim and Tina about what is about to happen, anticipating the looks on their faces when she gets to the point where she says, "...and then I unzipped his pants..."

Even as Erica is thinking this she is doing it in reality, placing her hands on the taxi driver's bulging pants, feeling for the zipper and sliding it down. As Erica is unzipping him, the driver is undoing the button on the waistband, making it easier for Erica to move her hand inside and release the stiff baton that had been pressing against the cheap fabric.

The driver is middle aged, with tanned, creased skin, dark hair and greying temples that suggest he probably has Mediterranean ancestry. His cock is broad and stubby and although Erica has to stretch her lips wide to accommodate its girth, once it is encased in her mouth it is easy for her to take the full length into her throat and slurp on all of it.

The taxi driver is shocked by Erica's directness, but once Erica begins sucking on him he forgets his surprise and concentrates on the feelings in his cock. He is momentarily silenced, only able to make incoherent, appreciative moans as Erica's mouth begins to move up and down in his lap. Eventually he manages to utter, "Hey lady, that feels good," and a few minutes later, when Erica takes her efforts up another notch, he adds in a panicked voice, "Hey, take it easy, if you don't slow down I'm gonna blow any second."

Of course, getting the driver to blow any second was exactly what Erica intended. She could tell by the faint tang of pre-cum on her tongue and the increased throbbing in the veins of his penis that he was getting closer to the point of no return. She made sure that the head of his cock was lodged as deeply in her throat as possible and pressed her lips against his groin, sucking as hard as she could whilst pressing her tongue against the base of his shaft.

Using the final trick at her disposal, Erica slips her hands into the taxi driver's pants and begins tugging on, and squeezing his balls as she sucks him. The effect is immediate and she can feel the cock in her mouth throb and pulse as a stream of semen exits his testicles and rocket up his shaft. Erica began to slurp on the spunk the moment it coated the back of her throat, swallowing his full load as it drained into her mouth in three distinct spurts. The taxi driver sags back into his seat. All he can say is, "Fuck lady, you suck good."

Erica took one final gulp, removed her mouth from the deflating penis and licked her lips, making a show of savoring the flavor of the taxi driver's sperm. With her taxi ride paid for, Erica turned and got out of the car, then walked up the driveway to her empty house. She could feel the taxi driver's eyes on her, but by the time she had got to the door the taxi's engine had started and a moment later it drove away.

***

Although Tina had insisted that Erica clean herself up after fucking Stephen and Jim, she surprised Erica by not giving her an outfit to wear when she came out of the shower. Instead, Tina handed Erica a long overcoat and simply told her, "Put your shoes on then cover yourself up."

As usual, the shoes Erica was given to wear were a pair of towering high heels. Tonight she had a pair of shiny red patent leather pumps with an ankle strap and a sharply pointed silver heel. As she tottered out of the house on the impossible heels Erica noticed that Tina had dressed up for the evening too and was wearing a clingy black latex mini-dress that showed off her massive tits and deep cleavage whilst barely covering the curves of her plump ass. Erica also saw that Tina was carrying a bag with second outfit, in what appeared to be Erica's size. Erica wondered why she needed to be naked under the overcoat now but dressed later, but she didn't dare ask.

For a while, Tina drove in silence, taking them to a wealthy suburb a few miles from Erica's house. As they approached a large house that was partly hidden behind a substantial wall, Tina spoke to Erica, "You're going to enjoy tonight Erica, but you're here as my guest, and you've got to do whatever I, or anyone else tells you. But if ever you're unsure, ask me for instructions first. Understand?"

Erica replied, "Yes Tina," and at the same moment the automatic gate barring entry to the house opened, allowing Tina to drive in and park alongside a number of other cars that were already occupying the driveway. As they got ready to get out of the car Tina turned to Erica again, "I made sure we were the last to arrive. I wanted everyone else to be here when you made your entrance. Leave the coat in the car, and here, let me put this on you."

Erica leant forward to comply with Tina's request but was shocked by what she saw. Tina was pulling a heavy studded leather dog collar from the bag and before Erica could object had buckled it around her neck, saying, "If you're going to be my bitch tonight, then you're going to have to dress like one."




Erica's Story Pt. 04



Then Tina clipped a silver chain with a leather handle to the collar, and after getting out of the car and walking round to the other side, she took hold of the leash and led Erica to the door of the house. In the car the overcoat had seemed incongruous to Erica on what was a relatively warm summer evening, but now, wearing nothing but the seven inch heels and the dog collar, she felt exposed and vulnerable.

The woman who opened the door was taller than both Erica and Tina, with an imposing, statuesque body and a long mane of copper red hair reaching down her back. Erica learned that this full-figured but strikingly beautiful woman was called Heidi by listening to Tina's greeting, which made it obvious that Heidi and Tina were already close friends. As soon as the two women saw each other they kissed and hugged, but when Heidi's gaze fell on Erica she stepped away from Tina and placed her hands on Erica's shoulders.

"But Tina; she's perfect! I know you said she was a little hottie, but this is too much."

Heidi's gushing praise made Erica blush; even so, Erica was taken aback when Heidi reached between her legs and fondled her pubic mound, running her hand over Erica's exposed pussy lips before pushing her index finger between Erica's labia and twisting it around. Seeing Erica's shock, Heidi's expression was brazen and mischievous, and she very deliberately withdrew her finger and placed it between her teeth, then bit down on it before closing her lips together and sucking provocatively while wriggling her hips at Tina and saying, "Ooh, she's tasty; we're going to have fun tonight."

Heidi took the dog leash off Tina and led Erica into a spacious living room where a trio of women sat on plush upholstered couches arranged around three sides of a rectangle, centered on an expansive wool rug and a large but unlit marble fireplace. Erica was impressed by the sense of quality and luxury in the room, but before she had chance to take it all in the three women rose from their seats to examine the new arrival.

All of the women in the room were in their mid to late twenties or early thirties. Aside from Erica, the oldest was the woman who answered the door, who was probably around 35 but clearly had the means to take good care of her appearance and had the kind of body that seemed destined to look like it belonged to a 25 year old for the next 20 or so years. The three women who had been sat waiting were a little younger.

The most eye-catching was a petite woman of about 25 who could barely have been five feet tall; her tiny frame sported a disproportionally massive pair of tits that sat out from her chest like a shelf, supported by a tiny bikini top that matched an equally tiny bikini thong. Introducing herself as Leah, she pressed herself close to Erica, hugging her close with one hand while using the other to squeeze Erica's butt.

The second of the women to approach Erica followed Leah's introduction by adding, "And I'm Hazel; we've heard so much about you Erica."

Hazel moved in to the other side of Erica's body and fondled her ass just as freely as Leah was. Erica noticed that one although one of Hazel's hands was gripping her ass, the other had moved to Leah's butt cheeks, which while proportionally small to match her diminutive frame, nonetheless projected out from her back with an appealingly squeezable curve. Hazel's ass was temptingly framed by the straps of a lacy garter belt which were in turn clipped to lace-topped sheer black stockings. Turned on by the sight of Hazel touching Leah, Erica used the opportunity presented by this group hug to discreetly move her hands down to Hazel and Leah's backsides, and in doing this inadvertently drew all three women even closer together.

Leah and Hazel were calling to the third woman, encouraging her to join in. From their calls Erica learnt that her name was Molly, but faced with this group huddle Molly opted not to hug Erica but instead slid her hands through the tangle of arms wrapped around Erica's body and placed her palms on Erica's tits. Even though the room was warm Erica's nipples had begun to harden, and Molly took them between her fingers and twisted them, causing Erica to squirm with shock in the arms of the crowd of encircling women.

Erica's writhing drew Tina's attention, causing her to slap Erica's hands away from the other women's asses and order her to keep still. Tina's reprimand provided Heidi with the opportunity to step in and take control, clapping her hands together as she spoke clearly over the voices of the other women, "I think it's time to begin our fun ladies. Shall we get Erica ready?"

The others eagerly assented to this proposal. Leah, Hazel and Molly returned to their positions on the couches and Tina lead Erica into the center of the rug by the dog leash. Heidi went to a cupboard at the back of the room then returned with a large velvet bag. Once she was stood next to Erica Heidi spoke to Tina, "Get Erica on her hands and knees."

With a sharp tug on the chain, Tina ordered Erica to get on the floor. Once she was in position and the chain has been unclipped, Erica gazed up at the two dominant women, wondering what was going to happen to her. The immediate future became clearer when Erica saw what Heidi was withdrawing from the velvet bag. There are four objects, all identical in shape but differing in size: they are butt plugs, with a baseplate at one end and a teardrop shaped bulb at the other. The smallest of the plugs had a bulb about the size of a golf ball; the largest was somewhat larger than a tennis ball.

After a brief debate Heidi and Tina decided to start with the smallest of the butt plugs. Heidi knelt beside Erica and examined her backside, running her hands over Erica's small ass cheeks then tracing a finger around the sensitive skin of her asshole. When Erica trembled slightly in response to Heidi's touches, the women in the room exchanged knowing looks, and edged forward in their seats. There was a slight anticlimax when the butt plug slid into Erica's ass with little trouble and Tina told Heidi, "See, I said so."

Heidi wriggled the plug around in Erica's ass, testing the elasticity of her anal passage, then reached a decision, "We'll skip the next one and move straight to number three."

Heidi had to press more firmly to get the larger butt plug into Erica's ass, and Erica was forced to suppress a cry of surprise as it stretched her. Once it was in though, Heidi nodded approvingly and said, "I think that will do. We can save number four for when she has acclimatized some more."

Heidi continued, "Hazel, you're looking delectable tonight, I think you deserve a nice licking from Erica. I have decided that I will be the first to use Mr. Big on her."

Hazel quickly got off the couch and lay on the floor, arranging Erica on top of her in a sixty-nine position. Erica admired Hazel's hourglass figure beneath her; the way her hips flared out from her slim waist fascinated Erica and her eyes were drawn down Hazel's solid muscular thighs to the delicately flaring pussy lips at their junction. Erica only stopped staring at Hazel's body when she saw what Heidi was pulling out of the velvet bag: a substantial strap-on dildo that must have been a full 12 inches long and with a diameter approaching that of a fire hose.

"Eat her out Erica, she's been waiting all evening to get a good licking," Heidi's voice boomed out behind Erica; she was happy to comply with this order and immediately buried her head between Hazel's thighs, pushing her tongue into her sweet wet snatch, eager to taste what was still only the second pussy she had ever licked. Hazel moaned with pleasure as Erica got to work but a few moments later the moans were muffled as she began reciprocating, raising her head to flick her tongue over Erica's clit.

As soon as the two women beneath her were fully engaged in their mutual cunnilingus, Heidi stepped into the action, guiding the horse-cock sized dildo toward Erica's gaping wide pussy lips.

"Nnngh," Erica's cries as the dildo penetrated her were incoherent and muffled, but Heidi continued thrusting her hips, driving the rubber shaft deep into Erica's body. Once her hips were close enough to bump into Erica's thighs, Heidi placed one hand on the baseplate of the butt plug, twisting it firmly as she began forcing the dildo to piston in and out of Erica's pussy. Erica gave another prolonged wordless moan but kept her mouth pressed into Hazel's slit and continued lapping at the juices that were flowing onto her tongue.

On the couch the other three women watched enthralled. Tina had taken Leah and Molly to one side and inserted the smaller butt plugs in their asses, with Leah being given the larger of the two. Leah and Molly then sat together, and it wasn't very long before Leah began to undress Molly, removing the 1940s glamour model style underwear that she had been wearing. Molly returned the favor by untying the strings holding together Leah's bikini. The instant both women were naked Leah's had a hand between Molly's legs whilst Molly moved her mouth to one of Leah's balloon like breasts. Seeing what was going on, Tina moved over from her chair and knelt on the floor between Leah's legs to begin dining on her creaming pussy.

Erica was dimly aware of what was happening around her but mostly she was overwhelmed by the sensations in her body as she was ruthlessly fucked by the oversized dildo. The novelty of being surrounded by women fucking each other was keeping Erica as wet has she had been at any time over the last few days. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware that she only had a few hours of freedom left and was grateful to Tina for providing her with the chance to experience this new sexual thrill.

Soon both Erica and Hazel were cumming; Erica explosively in response to the hammering she was getting from the monster strap-on and Hazel in a series of soft pants as Erica's tongue teasing her clit bought her to a pussy-tingling climax. As both women began to sag beneath her, Heidi pulled the dildo out of Erica and lay back on the couch, ordering Molly over to play with her and instructing Leah to come and take over fucking Erica.

A few seconds later Molly had pulled a vibrator out of the bag of toys and started buzzing it over Heidi's clit. Heidi's gasps were muffled by Hazel's mouth as the two women engaged in a prolonged kiss. When their lips separated Hazel began worshipping Heidi's tits, sucking on each of them alternately and occasionally moving her mouth back to Heidi's lips to resume their tongue probing kiss.

Leah attached the dildo to her body, the enormous appendage bouncing in sympathy with the soft movements of her jutting tits, which looked to Erica like a pair of soccer balls strapped to her chest as she gazed at them from below. Mindful of Heidi's orders, Leah reinserted the dildo into Erica, and began making her squirm as she drove the strap-on weapon in and out of Erica's abused pussy, egged on by Tina who shouted out, "Go on, she can take it."

When Erica was wracked with another orgasm and slumped to the floor, Leah pulled the dildo out and threw it to one side then got on the floor with Erica, scissoring their legs together so that they could grind their pussies into each other. Once they were grinding away, feeling their smooth pussies move together lubricated by the juice leaking from both of them, Tina came over and fed her tits into Erica's mouth, demanding that she suck on them.

Leah and Erica writhed against each other until Leah started to orgasm, after which Tina demanded that they both get between her legs and take turns to lick her out. From that point on, the continual switching between the women became a blur and Erica lost track of who she was fucking, and which women were pleasuring each other at any one time. Heidi insisted that Hazel also take a turn using the dildo on Erica. Although Leah, Molly and Hazel were below Heidi and Tina in the group pecking order, that Heidi insisted that they had to get used to using Erica in the dominant way that was usually reserved for the senior women in the group.

By the time that Hazel was wielding the dildo, Erica was nearly delirious and she had no memory of who was doing what to her. Instead, all she could remember was a continuous round of 69ing and a moment where Heidi was eating her out while Tina rode her face and Leah and Molly sucked on her tits. Eventually all of the women were on the floor, their legs tangled in each other's as they 69ed or ground their pussies together while leaning across to kiss another woman or suck on her tits.

Although Erica had lost track of what was happening, Heidi was orchestrating the whole evening, and made sure that all of the women got what they wanted. All of them had wanted to play with Erica, some of them keen to dominate her and use her as their toy, others simply wanting to fuck the hot nympho they had heard so much about from Tina. Most of the women also had a particular fondness for one of the other girls, and Heidi made sure they got all the time they needed with their preferred partners.

Heidi was the most interested in toys, and she ensured that she had either used some massive tool on each of the women, or had them applied to her own body. She had let Tina insert a string of anal beads into her ass, and was particularly fond of reaching orgasm using a vibrator, and had made sure that one was buzzing over her clit at regular intervals throughout the evening. Indeed, Erica's final task was to hold a silver bullet vibrator inside Heidi while she gushed around it one last time.

Once Heidi was satisfied that all of the women were satiated and that Erica had been fully exploited she drew the evening to a close. Erica was struck by the way Molly, Hazel and Leah thanked Heidi profusely for hosting the evening. It was obvious that whilst these parties were regular occurrences, the three women were still very grateful for the opportunity to attend. None of the women had said anything about their ordinary life, but Erica wondered how these women had come to meet like this.

The women also thanked Tina for bringing Erica; and Erica for being everything they could have wanted in a new initiate. This last comment caught Erica's attention, and made her wonder if she was going to become a regular part of this group of women; the idea thrilled her. With a final round of hugs and squeezes Molly, Hazel and Leah left. Once they had gone, Tina asked if Erica could use the shower, saying that, "Her night hasn't ended yet."

Once Erica had cleaned and refreshed herself, Tina handed her the tight mesh dress and skimpy pink underwear she was expected to display beneath it, and told her to put the red heels back on. Then, after Heidi had given Erica's ass a parting squeeze, Tina drove to the red light district and dropped Erica at the same place she had left her the previous evening. As Tina couldn't go back to Erica's house that night because of Brett's impending arrival, she simply drove away; leaving Erica with the words that had stuck so vividly in her mind, "Earn yourself the cash for a taxi ride home."

***

Erica pulled the door behind her and walked into her home. It seemed strange to be alone, to not have Stephen and Jim in the kitchen making their arrangements for her, or Tina spurring her on to some new level of depravity. The house smelt stale, of sex and beer, and the scent of the men that had been there over the last few days. She would have to clean it up before Brett arrived. There was no way she could leave any traces of what she had been doing; the consequences didn't bear thinking about.

A few hours later Erica was satisfied that the house was clean and that no evidence of her activities remained. Tina had returned her access to her clothes, and she changed into the prettiest most feminine floral dress she owned and started preparing the meal that she knew Brett would expect to have waiting for him. She willed herself to forget everything about the past few days and remember that it was her husband coming home and that she should be feeling happy right now.

Brett's arrival was several hours than Erica expected, but eventually she hears a key in the door and rushes into the hallway to greet him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the lips as he walks through the door. Brett gives her a desultory peck on the cheek in return and walks through to the living room and turns on the TV, dropping his case in the hall on the way and calling out to Erica, "There's some laundry that needs doing in my bag."

Despite the fact that Brett doesn't seem interested in talking to her, Erica goes through the motions of making a 'special' meal for him that evening, lighting a candle on the dinner table and opening a bottle of wine. Brett won't talk to her though, ignoring her questions and spending most of the meal sending text messages, which he says are for work. After dinner he goes into his home office saying that he has to talk with his secretary about an important contract that has to be dealt with before tomorrow.

Eventually, lonely and frustrated, Erica changes into a set of pretty underwear that she knows Brett likes and knocks on his office door, "I missed you honey. I've been thinking about you while you were away. Why don't you finish now and come to the bedroom? I'd like to give you a special homecoming."

Brett just waves her away, saying, "Not now honey, maybe tomorrow."

In the morning, Erica tries again. She had slept naked alongside Brett, and when she woke she cuddled him close, stroking his chest, and then when that got no reaction, putting her hand on his cock and gently squeezing it. Once again Brett is dismissive, telling her that he has an important meeting and has to get up right away. Once he has gone for the day Erica lies on the bed in despair, wondering whether she should cave in and call Stephen, but knowing that she should give Brett a chance, and anyway, Stephen would be at work today as well.

By 6 p.m. Erica is wondering where Brett was. At 7 p.m. she receives a text saying he will be working late. At 9.30 p.m. he comes home, but says he has already eaten and goes into his office. At 11.30 p.m. when he comes to the bedroom he ignores Erica's advances, saying that he is too tired. Erica is confused. Their sex life has never been that great or that active, but Brett has never been this disinterested in her before.

The next day is the same. By now, Erica's need for sex is so great that by the time Brett finally arrived home at 10 p.m. she had spent the entire day masturbating. Nonetheless she makes the effort to try and lure Brett into the bedroom, and when that fails, has another go when he finally slips into bed shortly after midnight.

Erica is beginning to wonder what is going on. Not only is Brett even less interested in sex than usual, but he has never been one for working as late as this before. In the morning, after once again failing to persuade Brett to fuck her, Erica tries asking him about his work in an effort to at least support him in whatever it is that is making him put in so many hours. Her efforts are futile though as all Brett will say is, "Well things are pretty busy there right now. Don't you worry, I'm pretty senior there now and it's just stuff I have to do."

That day Erica emails Stephen and Tina. If she isn't getting laid, at least she can talk about sex. They both reply, asking how she is, and enquiring when she thinks she'll be free again. Erica says that she doesn't know, but that the way things are going, as soon as they're available would be perfect.

At 6 p.m. Erica gets the text she is expecting telling her that Brett will be working late again. By now Erica is both concerned and a little suspicious of Brett's behavior. An hour later she comes to a decision. If Brett really is under pressure at work then he couldn't complain if she bought him some takeout Chinese food to keep him going. If something else was going on, then at least she might get some clue as to what it was if she went to his office.




Erica's Story Pt. 04



Erica thought about changing into some sexy underwear. The idea of being fucked bent over the desk in the office excited her, but if Brett wasn't up for it then the sight of a skimpy thong or push-up bra wasn't going to make any difference, and if he was up for it she'd be stripped naked in a few minutes anyway. Erica drove over to Brett's office turning herself on with the thought of being pounded in an office, and was feeling a little flushed as she pulled up in the carpark outside his building.

The office complex was ghostly quiet, which seemed odd to Erica as Brett had implied that everyone in his company had been working hard over the past few weeks. When she reached the corridor with Brett's office she saw that it was deserted and that Brett's office is the only one with a light on. Still not sure whether she is testing her suspicions or giving her husband a pleasant surprise, she slips off her shoes and walks up to his door silently.

Brett's office had a window facing out onto the corridor. The blinds are drawn, but obviously by someone who assumed that there would be nobody looking, as there it a large gap at the bottom that Erica can easily peer though. Taking a glance through the window before she knocks on the door, Erica immediately realizes that there is no way she will be walking in on Brett tonight.

The secretary, a 19 year old intern, is bent over Brett's desk with her skirt pushed up around her waist. Brett is behind her, pumping into her tight young pussy. It is exactly the scenario that Erica had imagined for herself, but instead it is this impressionable young trainee taking Brett's cock. Erica can easily imagine how a newly arrived employee would fall for Brett. Although he was 42, he was still tall and muscular, with looks that hadn't faded as he entered middle age. Someone as young as the intern might also be satisfied with his average sized penis and inadequate love-making skills, or at least not know any better.

Erica suspected that this was what had driven Brett away from her. The intern had the slender coltish innocence and very young appearance that Erica had at that age, and which had appealed to Brett so much. Erica also remembered how when she was gaining her first sexual experiences it always seemed wonderful just be with a man, and that it was only later that she'd realized that Brett wasn't capable of satisfying her. Brett probably thought he was pretty smart finding another gullible teenager who would be happy with him for a few years.

Erica is conflicted. Despite her own, much greater infidelities, and her newly gained knowledge that Brett is not capable of satisfying her sexual needs, it is still a shock to actually watch her husband in the act of cheating on her. She wants to run away and hide, but can't stop looking. Worse, this is the first sex she has seen for three days, and watching the teenage slut moan as she begins to orgasm is turning Erica on. Without giving it a second thought Erica unbuttons her jeans and begins rubbing at her clit while she watches her husband fuck his secretary.

Then there is a moment that terrifies Erica. Brett turns his head as if he is aware he is being watched. After a moment glancing around the room he looks directly at where Erica is peering through the window. Erica realizes that she has been seen and braces herself for the confrontation that will happen when he comes storming out of his office. Instead he turns back to the intern and smiles at her, a twisted grin that Erica has never seen on his face before and which frightens her. Brett mouths something to the intern that Erica cannot hear, and then sets about fucking her harder. Embarrassed and scared, Erica sneaks back down the corridor and away, dropping the carton of Chinese food in the bin as she exits Brett's office building.

Erica drove home as quickly as she could. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to the bedroom and gets into bed. It is only about 30 minutes later that Erica hears Brett's key turn in the front door. His footsteps echo in the hallway and then stop outside the bedroom door. After a long, heart thumping pause Brett steps into the bedroom. He doesn't say a word but goes directly to Erica and pulls her out of bed, steering her with his hands until she's on her knees in front of him. With one hand he unzips his pants and then finally speaks, ordering Erica to give him a blowjob.

The moment Erica's lips touch his cock she can taste and smell his secretary's pussy juices. The musky smell is coated all over Brett's cock and balls, but she says nothing as he pushes his erection deeper into her mouth. Brett knows that Erica is fully aware where his cock has been but she also knows that his is trying to deliberately humiliate her. Erica continues her pretense that she is trying to be the good wife and please her man, finally happy that he wants to fuck her.

Brett puts his hands on the back of Erica's head, holding it jammed in place on his cock while for 10 minutes he face fucks her roughly. Usually he doesn't last this long, but the fact that he had unloaded his balls into the secretary only half an hour ago is probably helping him hold out. Finally Brett explodes and Erica swallows his load and licks away the spunk that is dribbling down his cock. Brett hasn't said another word after ordering Erica to suck him, and his silence continues as he puts his cock back into his pants.

Finally Brett speaks again, telling Erica that he needs to go to Hawaii on business for two weeks. Erica assumes that this is just a cover for two weeks banging his mistress and doesn't know how to reply, but before she can think of anything to say Brett turns and walks into the bathroom; a moment later Erica can hear the shower running. Erica knows that this must mean the end of her marriage. Brett's attempt to degrade her worked; she feels cheap and used.

Despite the feeling of disgust at the way she allowed Brett to use her, sucking on his cock without any reciprocal action has left Erica horny and frustrated. While Brett showers she quickly fingers herself, using a hard fast action on her clit that brings her to orgasm in a couple of minutes. Still unsatisfied, Erica begins rubbing again the moment her first climax has subsided, inducing a second orgasm a few minutes later. Finally relieved enough to relax a little she listens to the sound of running water in the bathroom whilst wondering if she can save her marriage, or if she should even try. When Brett returns to the bed she rolls away from him and lies on her side looking at the wall, willing herself to sleep.

Disturbed by something, Erica wakes in the night. The pale light outside suggests it must be nearly dawn. After a few moments Erica realizes what has woken her; the bed is shaking slightly. The movement puzzles her; then she realizes that it is Brett, on the other side of the bed, masturbating. Erica wonders what is going through his head and imagines that it is thoughts of pounding into the compliant teenager. Feeling incredibly lonely, Erica begins to finger her clit. Both members of the estranged couple are awake but they are separated from the other by a chasm of mutual indifference. Not caring if the other one hears, Erica and Brett both masturbate away their frustrations waiting for the night to end.

***

When Erica wakes the next morning she is alone. Brett had left early, but there was no note or any clue as to what he intended to do next. All Erica knows is that he will be gone for another two weeks. Will he be arranging a divorce? Or will he expect Erica to be complicit in his affair? Erica isn't even sure if he has any suspicions about her own infidelities.

Upset and not knowing what else to do, Erica calls Tina. After hearing Erica's story Tina is sympathetic, but secretly delighted. She offers to come by and cheer Erica up saying, "Do you know what will make you feel better Erica?"

Erica thinks she knows what Tina's advice will be, but doesn't say anything, waiting to hear it from Tina's mouth. Sure enough, the next thing Erica hears in the earpiece of the phone is Tina saying, "Getting fucked good and hard."

The moment Tina finishes speaking to Erica she is on the phone to Jim and Stephen. By that afternoon Erica has forgotten all about Brett and the problems of her marriage. Tina has been riding Erica's face for the past 10 minutes and the two men who really are capable of satisfying her are getting ready to fuck her for the fourth time since they arrived three hours ago. Erica feels Jim's cock slide into her pussy and is opening her mouth to slurp on Stephen's. In a moment of self-realization, Erica understands that this is the life she wants and abandons herself to the sensations overwhelming her body.

***



Erica's Story



She looks over at me cooly. "I wouldn't say you're trying to get close to me. Seems you're more interested in ordering me around."

"You don't mean that."

She pulls her fingers out from between her legs and wiggles them at me, then puts them back.

"Nothing?"

She smiles grimly.

I am definitely a little harder. "Does it matter at all to you that you are bringing me pleasure?"

Her wrist is moving slightly above her hair. She drinks again. "It matters to me that you are persisting in this. It matters to me that I haven't yet been scared away."

I take this as encouragement. I decide to persist further. "Take off your dress."

She hesitates only for a few seconds then stands up, pulls it over her head and throws it over the coffee table. She sits down.

"Go back to where you were, so I can see you."

She doesn't hesitate, she goes back to leaning into the corner of the couch with her feet up and her hand between her open legs.

She has on a tight, white bra that seems to cinch her in. The few folds of wrinkled skin on her belly strikes me as quite sexy. "So you never did this with your husband?" I wait anxiously for her response, wondering if I'm pushing too far. I don't want to antagonize her but I want to draw her out if I can.

"No." She is looking absently at the hand between her legs.

"Why not?"

She takes a quick look at me. "This is intimacy, Allan."

"He wouldn't give you any?"

She is back to looking at her hand. "Well, him, ya, but it was me, too. I didn't know anything about intimacy."

"You're honest."

Her laugh is empty. "It's in the psychiatric report."

"Along with?"

"Notes on repression, anxiety, low self-esteem — the usual jottings about women like me. You can read it in our faces. You did. You had me pegged in an instant. 'Be here at 7.' I was. Actually, I was there at quarter to, freshly bathed. That request for beguiling clothes was a jolt. What was that about?"

"I wanted to get you off-balance. I wanted to set the tone in case you actually opened your door."

"I have no idea why I did ... why I went to meet you. It's shocking, really. Maybe I sensed you ..."

"Weren't up for it."

"Weren't a threat; would do me some good."

"Have I?"

She thinks about this for an agonizingly long time. "I don't know, Allan. I could be a mess when you leave. Or I could be relieved. I just don't know," she gives me her empty laugh, "what with the anxiety, the low self-esteem, the repression and all."

"Come here."

She sits up obediently and shifts towards me. I pull her into me, as awkwardly as before. "You're damaged goods, aren't you."

"Irreparably."

"No, I don't think so. It strikes me as if you're really making an effort here."

"You're making me make an effort. I decided when I sat on that bench tonight I would try and let ... well, que sera, sera."

"How can I help? Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't know. Follow your instincts, I guess." She smiled. "They seem to be working so far."

My instinct are to get out of here ... and to take her with me. "There is a pub a few blocks away." 

It was an easy walk but an uneasy talk. When I get her home I go inside but decline a nightcap. When I pull her in and kiss her lightly on the lips I am kissing her goodbye.

"That's it, isn't it?" She is looking up at me, her cold grey eyes narrowed in annoyance.

The whole evening has been an entirely new experience for me but it has made me feel grubby. "You've given me no indication you want to connect with me, Erica."

"Connect? Of course I want to connect. I've taken my fucking clothes off for you. At least you could give it ... give me a try."

It is true, she has taken her clothes off, more or less, and it is true that she has been trying. I make a snap decision I hope like hell I won't regret. "OK, but I can't promise results."

When she picks up the half-bottle of wine I pick up the two glasses and follow her up the stairs, noticing for the first time that she has a very pretty and youthful ass.

Her room is like the rest of her house, impersonal, tidy and soulless; a brooding room of emptiness.

I stand by the bed. "What do you want, Erica? Do you know?"

"I want you to find a spark in me. I have no idea where it is or how you can find it."

"But you want me to look for it?"

She has a very attractive mouth with thin lips that easily set into a scornful grimace. "No, I want you to do better than that — I want you to find it."

The anger and pain in this woman is obvious. And it is obvious to me that I can't do anything for her, can't find her spark, if one actually exists, until she makes a giant stride to help herself. So I off-load the problem back to her. 

"Look, Erica, I don't want to go groping around looking for something that might not be there. If you want me in that," I point to the bed, "lure me in and try to get out of me everything you can. It's my responsibility to treat you well, not to heal you."

She isn't ready for this and her eyes, burning fiercely, show it.

I have to call her bluff, find a way for her to make the first move, to become the aggressor. I pick up the bottle and a glass. "I'm going downstairs. Come and get me when you've thought this through; when you've made an effort to make yourself ... desirable." I stop at the door. "And think about what you want, Erica. I don't want to go groping around only to find that I'm just annoying you."

I listen for her feet to follow me down the stairs but they don't. When I sit back on the couch I am torn by doubt. Do I want to be here? Do I want the responsibility of this fragile woman? Am I up to the challenge? Should I just go? 

I have two glasses while I ponder these questions. I have no answers, only that I'd like to see her whole ... then open the door and walk out of her life.

She is standing in the doorway back-lit by the hall lighting. I can't see her face very well but her outline is clear through her negligee. She is quite slim but curvaceously feminine. I feel a stirring.

"You're gorgeous, Erica. Come here." When she gets near me I can see she has spent some time with her make-up kit. I stand and pull her into me. "Thank you." I kiss her and am surprised when she kisses me back. Then she takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs.

She stops me at the bed. "I want you to make me feel like a woman, Allan. I want to feel like you want to be here."

"Just stand there and let me look at you." I slowly take off my clothes.

She is really a very beautiful woman when she tries to be. She has a feminine elegance that can be breathtaking. Like now, with her rosy red nipples on wonderfully sagging breasts barely visible behind the filigreed black negligee and the sexy shadow of her lush black bush.

"Sorry about the hard-on," I said, fully aware of my inadequacy. "This should be up to here, now, " I exaggerated a height with a smile. "You're spectacular?"

She doesn't look convinced but she does offer a hint of a smile. "Do you want me to take this off?"

With all my clothes off I shuffle into the middle of the bed and take my shrunken penis between my fingers. "Just stand there for a minute, OK?" She looks nervous, even a bit scared. "How difficult was it putting on that make-up? Did I make you feel manipulated?"

She thought for a moment before she spoke. "I felt like I had a reason to put it on. I liked it. I liked that you asked me to, told me to. I used to like to wear make-up." She smiles. "I know I need it."

"And the negligee?"

"I knew it was there ... in the back of my bottom drawer. I've never thrown it out — I guess because I hadn't entirely given up. I felt sexy when I put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I never do that."

"How much does it bother you that I'm not hard?"

"It doesn't."

"Why, because I'm not threatening, to use your word?"

"I had a difficult marriage, Allan." She pointed to my half-limp prick. "I like it like that a whole lot better. I admit it."

"It can't excite you."

"But it doesn't scare me, either and I'll settle for that any day." She moved to the edge of the bed. "Anyway, you excite me."

"I love giving oral sex, Erica. Is that allowed? Can I have you?"

She appeared oddly shocked by this and didn't answer for a few seconds. "We never had ... that. I gave him oral sex, of course, all the time but he never ... on me."

"So?"

"So, I don't know." The doubt on her face was almost comical. Almost.

"I do. Lie down here ... no, with your head ... yes. And I want you to enjoy this, Erica, I want you to do your absolute best to enjoy this. If you don't, I'm going to get my guy up to his thor-like maximum and hammer you with it. OK?" I lifted her negligee. She has a little grey in her shaggy black bush that looks all the more lush because it is framed by two very white, very shapely thighs, nicely toned. 

I love her hips. They are very white and smooth and quite narrow with a wonderfully sensuous arc. I run my hand along the outsides of her hips wonder what she's thinking. I've always been a slow lover and, I think, considerate. To me the act of love-making takes time and sacrifice, I like to get off, of course, but my real thrill is to see my partner nudged into uncontrollable lust. That's what I'm trying for here but I don't know if I stand a chance.

Her legs are together as if in resistance but she opened them, slowly, uncertainly when I trail my fingers along the inside of her thigh. I prop myself up on my hand, push her leg open a little further and inspect her. "You've got a fantastic pussy, Erica, really exquisite." I'm doing this deliberately. If she's never had oral sex before no one has ever been so deliberate with her and I'm hoping it takes her places.

"Do you want me to suck you?" 

"No, just concentrate."

I've been wisping my fingers along her thigh. Now I bring them up and slowly move them into her thick patch of hair. She flinches slightly but doesn't move away and she doesn't move away when I lightly poke into her, peeling her back a bit so I can see pink which I bend down and kiss. 

"I haven't been with many women. A few before my wife. None during or after. You tend to want what you can't have, don't you? I've long imagined a woman like you, thin and elegant. My wife put on weight in the last half of her life. She was beautiful but, Jeez, Erica you are just fabulous."

I bend down, nuzzle my face into her, smell her, taste her, run my hands under her. She does nothing at first, she is as limp and lifeless as my dink. But as I open her and probe my tongue around her, sucking on her clit, easing a finger into her, pushing a finger gently against her anus she slowly moves into a place she has never been before, I can hear it in her gasps and moans, feel it in her insistent thrusts against my face and I experience it in the long cry that starts where my tongue starts probing. 





It's not unusual. I often wake up with a nice woody. What is unusual is what happened. It takes me a moment to realize where I am then I turn and press myself against her, meaning to restart what I had begun last night. 

But it doesn't work out that way. In pressing into her I press my woody hard against her thigh and this, remarkably, is enough to propel her out of bed and into the washroom where she closes the door and doesn't come out until after her shower.

"What's wrong?" I asked, thinking I might know the answer.

"Memories." She is partially hidden by her towel. "I acted instinctively. I've tried hard to forget about those things." She flicked her hand in my direction. "I thought you said it couldn't get like that any more."

"It can in the morning."

She is clearly uncomfortable as I watch her dress — as quickly as she can.

I pull the sheet off me. "So that's it? You're going to leave me with it?"

"I have to go to work, Allan."

My penis stays strong as I watch her remarkably sexy body disappear behind an appropriate office uniform of severe blues and blacks. But I have one more shock for her, as if last night's oral orgy wasn't enough. They are on the floor in the pile of her laundry she is just about to move to the basket. "Would you hand me those, please?" I say, pointing.

"What?" She looks at me, confused.

"Those yellow panties on top."

She took a kind of comic double-take. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to waste this. Your smell will help a lot."

She stands frozen. "You're kidding." She clearly thinks I am.

"If I can't have the real thing they'll have to do." I snap my fingers impatiently. "Pass them over."

She hesitates. "Are you serious?"

"Perfectly, they'll help a lot."

She looks at me hard, trying to figure out if I'm serious. I am and she finally realizes it. She picks them from the pile and hands them to me.

"Thanks," I say, with a smile, brushing them across my face then settling down for a long flog. "I'll let myself out."

She looks at me as if I'm totally weird then leaves.

I yell after her. "I loved last night, Erica. Thanks." I had no idea how she felt about it ... or me.





She said 5:45. She is sitting at a table with two other women. 

When I see her I feel a noticeable stirring I didn't expect. When I get to the table I lean down and kiss her lightly on the cheek then settle into the only empty chair.

Wrong. Everything stops at the table. It's like a freeze-frame. The woman who had been in mid-sentence stares at me like I've just pissed in her lap and the other one almost gets whip-lash on her double-take.

"EXCUSE ME!" It's the one who'd been speaking. She looks at me so startled I feel like a Martian. "You just did WHAT?" She is way too loud. People are looking. But she's about to get louder. "What was THAT? A kiss, a peck, a smooth, a buss — a CANOODLE?" Her eyes are enflamed. "TEMERITY, that what that was, undiluted, unalloyed temerity! Walking in here planting that on a cheek that hasn't felt a lip since, what? Since I was, like, 3? Do you have any idea who's cheek you just OSCULATED? That is my MOTHER, sir, the broodmare of gloom. SLIDE YOUR LIPS AGAINST YOUR SLEEVE LESS YOU GET CONTAGED." 

The whole place has gone silent. I wave at a phantom waiter and yell, "Another Red Bull for the little woman!" and I smile at Erica.

Erica's smile is closer to a grimace. She rolls her eyes and says, "Gail this is ..."

"WAIT!" Gail frantically throws up both hands then pulls out a cellphone, expertly opens it, punches in a number and waits a moment. "GET OVER HERE. NOW! BULL AND BEAR. IT'S OUR WET DREAM. MUM HAS A FRIEND! IT'S HERE. IT KISSED HER — I SAW IT!" She slaps her phone closed.

I circle to the waiter for a round and order a beer then I stand up and stick out my hand towards the mouthpiece. "I'm Allan Carsten."

She throws up her hands as if I'm about to assault her. "No, no, no, no, you have to wait. I can't do this alone."

I sit down, as confused as I am amused. Is this woman for real? Everything about her shouts parody — a faux drama queen run amuck, but I'm not sure she isn't serious. It's those eyes.

In a couple of minutes the double-take girl leans over and says in a sincere voice as she pats my hand, "We don't apologize for Gail any more. We haven't for years." 

I look over at Erica. She smiles sheepishly. She is embarrassed. I think because I'm here.

And it soon becomes clear that the daughter, I'm assuming, is in fact entirely serious. We have to wait for conversation. The sound at the table falls from barking hysterics to total silence. Even the psychologically challenged tax lawyer complies. This feels really weird to me. And fabulously interesting.

After a few minutes the double-take girl leans over and says in a hushed voice. "What are you smiling at?" 

I whisper back. "I was thinking, oh, if my kids could see me now."

She smiles. "Ya, I know the feeling. My parents think I'm completely nuts. Gail is insane, of course ... to them, and I'm only marginally better. I'm Fergie. I'll shake your hand later when I get permission. She's a tyrant you know. An absolute tyrant but I love her."

Fergie is pixie cute — I'm old enough to call her darling. She's short, with short blond hair, blue eyes, a slightly up-turned nose and a wonderfully expressive mouth that has a fascinating tilt to it that gives her a touch of the scatter-brain look. I liked her immediately.

The tyrant, on the other hand, has an even more classically pretty look than her mother, but with all the warmth of a statue ... waiting for a pigeon to land. You'd look at her from four tables away, she has that kind of draw-to beauty, but you'd be wondering, too. It's in her eyes. She may well be slightly mad.

It takes the better part of ten minutes when all eyes turn. So mine do, too. It's the sister, unmistakably. She moves through the tables like a dancer. Eyes follow her. She is shockingly elegant, beyond description. Breath-taking, a young version of the mother. 

Gail hooks her foot around the leg of a chair at a near-by table and slides it in beside her. Ms Elegant settles down like dew on a rose.

She doesn't look at me. She looks anxiously at her mother, as if for an explanation. "Ava, Gail and Fergie," she checks them off with her finger, "this is Allan Carsten. A friend."

"What kind of friend? Where did you meet him? What have you been up to?" Gail blurts out her Gatling gun of questions with ill-disguised angst. 

But Ava taps her sister on the arm, tut-tut style, then turns her remarkable eyes on me. "Mr. Carsten, are you from the city?"

"No." I allow. "I live up north."

The questions are unrelenting in an increasingly bad-cop, bad-cop style, I think because, while I answer the first salvo with good grace — they have a reasonable right to know — the last dozen are increasingly invasive, irritating and irrelevant so I toy with them. They don't like it.

We break up in a pool of bad blood.

Erica and I don't talk for much of the one kilometre walk to her home. She hadn't said anything at the table; I thought she might try now. But nothing. I only had three beers but it was enough to make me deeply pensive and, as we walk, I go to a place where I shouldn't be going.

I start laughing just as we near her lane. It just pours out of me ... uncontrollably. "God, it must have been awful" I say before I almost collapse from uncontrollable hysterics. I have this mental image of Erica standing barefoot in her kitchen shuffling eggs on the stove when those two walked in. 'What are we having for supper?' is all Gail has to say before I lost it. "God," I say through streaming tears and a broken voice, "it must have been an unbelievably hell raising those two." The thought of it seems way beyond impossible. In my empathy for her I just can't stop laughing.

But I do by the time we reach the door, the last 30 metres or so are an on-again, off-again guffaw while I try to control my adolescence. But I succeed at the door ... until she turns to face me and it all comes rushing out again: the commitment to misery when there is so much to offer. It just doesn't make any sense to me: life is way too short.

I expect to be sent packing but, strangely, I'm not. I offer, I even suggest that I depart but she holds the door open and I soberly walk in.

I know the house now, I know my way to the kitchen. I know the wine is in the fridge. She supplies the corkscrew.

When we sit down she doesn't demand an explanation. But I apologize anyway. Unfortunately, I turn to her to emphasize my sincerity and the whole picture comes rushing back and it happens all over again: the monumental disconnect between the sober sanity of her practical, even patrician beauty, the misery of her life and the unbridled anarchy of her off-spring.

To her credit, she remains impassive through it all: the laughter, the tears, the fist pounding on the couch, the feet kicking the air, the spilled glass and, finally, the appended and re-stated apology. Then all is quiet. 




Erica's Story



I don't talk — I can't risk it. But she doesn't either, so there is utter silence as I clean up the mess, re-pour the glasses then re-pour again, time enough to contemplate a mounting conundrum: what conditions must exist for this intelligent, attractive, winsome woman to be hog-tied by life and held hostage by those two bellicose, badgering progeny? Her life must have been a living hell.

"It's not as bad as you think." Clearly, she is reading my mind, "I caught them off-balance. I never go to bars and, as I've said, I never have any ... company. They were shocked, that's natural ... they wanted to find out about you ... they didn't handle it very well."

"Nor did you."

"No," she nods, "I didn't."

"I could have used a little help back there." Her total acquiescence still bothers me. 

"I no longer resist them." She looks over at me, her beauty stern and impassive. "I had the impression you wanted to know what makes me tick. I thought I'd show you ... the main springs."

I smile. "I think I am afraid of them."

When she smiles back I can feel the warmth. "No you aren't. You played with them and they didn't know how to take that. They like you. Yes, they have a funny way of showing it. But they did. They think I'm really old and really vulnerable and, in their own ways, they're trying to protect me."

"From what?"

"From men, from a man ... you guys don't have a good rep in this branch of the Curtis clan."

This is the first really solid bit of insight she has uttered since we met. "Because of their father?"

"And uncles, too, not just on his side, but my side, too, my brothers. The girls had their trials growing up."

"And so did you. Those two can't have been easy."

"No, they weren't. But they are worth it. They're both remarkable women in their own, unique ways. I'm very proud of them, not tonight so much, there was a little too much ... hostility on show but I knew they meant well."

"Why didn't you intervene ... make some effort to defend me?" I still can't understand that.

"Gas on a fire. I would have made it worse. Parents should be seen and not heard — haven't you heard?"

I chuckle at the memory. "I was surprised they let me walk away with you."

She shrugs. "It's my life, what's left of it. What can they do? They did their part ..."

"To scare me away ..."

"To show you they care about me ... but they're not always easy to read."

"So," I tried to speculate and laugh, "what are they thinking right now?"

She sips her wine. "Oh, probably the worst."

"That I'm ripping off your bodice?"

She smiles. "Ya, in a geriatric kind of way." She thinks twice about this and adds, "I loved last night, Allan."

"But not this morning." I am glad she brought it up before I had to.

She is looking straight ahead, as she always seems to do. "I wasn't ready for that."

"I told you I could be hard in the mornings. It was hardly a reason to bolt, no pun intended."

She puts her glass down and shuffles over and lies against me. "Let's not keep score on how many times I screw up, OK? I'm a heavily flawed woman — I get that. I'll try to improve. Do you want something to eat?"

I wrap my arms around and squeeze her gently. "Later. I'm more interested in fooling around right now."

She snuggles into me and presses my hands into her belly. It's the first time I've ever felt her relax. For the first time she actually feels sexy. I kiss her on the hair.

"I've got you a surprise."

"This is a surprise, Erica. This feels wonderful. You feel wonderful." I bring my hands up and feel her breast through her blouse. There is no flinching, no stiffening, no protest, no moving away.

"I bought some underwear today. Some pretty things. It seems to matter to you."

I put my fingers under her shirt. Her skin feels wonderfully welcoming. This is all a bonus: I thought I'd be home by now, soundly chastened by her daughters. "I'd love to see it." 

"Then look."

I drop her head from my chest so I can look at her. She seems like an entirely different woman from last night and this morning ... different even from ten minutes ago ... she seems so coyly sexy. "Jeez, have you taken a few Viagra?" I asked.

She stiffens now. Pain narrows her eyes. "Don't tease me, Allan, I'm not strong enough for that." She pulls away, and hurries to the kitchen.

I wait a minute, then follow her. She is standing at the sink looking out the window. I consider going up behind her and holding her, comforting her. But I pull out a chair at the table and sit down. 

I get it out without restraint. "I don't think I've ever come across anything quite so serious and important as YOUR life, Erica, and the lives of your children. Obviously, I've been insensitive. I've only now realized that I need every shred of solemn gravitas I can muster to relate to you. There can be no humour with you, no fun, no playfulness, not under your obviously challenging and daunting circumstances." I let these words sink in then add, "And, oh! I really appreciate the inference that I'm capable of teasing and taunting you for my own enjoyment. It's kind of you to point out that."

"I think you'd better go."





I thought it must be one of my kids on the line when my brother hands me the phone but when he shrugs, I know it isn't.

"It's Fergie, Mr. Carsten, Gail Curtis's partner."

It takes me a moment to place the name but only a split second later to remember the face. "Oh, yes." 

"I'd like to meet with you, if you could spare a few minutes. We could meet in the little park just up from your brother's house ... on the way to Erica's?" She hesitates. "Say, in ten minutes? Would that be OK? I'm actually here now." 

"Will you be wearing a rose, Fergie, or perhaps a stickpin of a camel? Should I bring a newspaper under my arm? And where should I sit? Should I acknowledge you? Do I need a briefcase for the documents?"

She laughs. "I'll be the one on the bench smiling about this."

"The really cute one with the lively personality."

"No," she laughs, "it's Fergie, Mr. Carsten, not Gail."

"See you in a minute or so."

I remember her as 'darling,' and she is. Though she is sitting alone on the bench she seems to put out an aura that surrounds her with energy ... that manifests into a wonderfully wide warm smile when she sees me.

"You're a real Mata Hari," I chuckle, sitting down.

"Who's that?" She is cute even when her face is scrunched in confusion.

"A femme fatale who doubled as a spy? WW1, I think."

She smiles mischievously. "You know very well why I'm here, Mr. Casten."

"It's Allan, Fergie and, no, I don't know why you're here, although I'll always be happy to see you. I presume it's about Erica but ...," I shrug.

"You can't just enter her life and leave it, just like that."

"Of course I can. It happens all the time."

"Well, sure, you can if you want but I don't want you to. And Gail doesn't ..."

"Gail told you that?"

She giggles, "Well, no, but she wouldn't, would she? And, of course, Erica doesn't."

"Erica asked me to leave, Fergie."

"Words, Mr. Carsten. You know very well they were just words, not exactly Erica's stock-in-trade."

"And what is, her grimaces?"

She really giggles at this, the girl is just adorable. "She really is a sour puss, isn't she?" Then she hurriedly adds, "But she doesn't have to be. She's really a wonderful person and a wonderful mother to Gail and Av. She just needs someone like you, she really needs you, Mr. Carsten, you have to give her another chance. She's really fragile right now. She really, really needs you."

"Have you talked to her?"

"Well, no, she doesn't really talk to me, I think she blames me for ... I think she thinks I seduced Gail, you know, she hasn't really ... she isn't really convinced that Gail is a lesbian ..."

"So she's shunning you?" It stunned me. "Really?"

"Well, not really shunning, it's just ... uncomfortable ..."

"And it has been from the beginning?"

She shrugs and smiles, sheepishly.

"For what? 10 years?"

"Ya, 12-13, we kind of got together in high school."

The entire family is simply ludicrous, there is no other way to look at it. I think back to yesterday and start to laugh again ... the people are just so impossibly bizarre but I stop at Fergie's frown. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you." Then I look at her intently. "But I think I'm seeing your motive here."

"You seem like a really nice man, Mr. Carsten, somebody Erica can really use. My motive is to try to get you to give her another try ..."

"And will this make it easier for you?"

She smiles. "When we were at the pub Erica was nicer to me than usual, she even said goodbye to me. I'm thinking if she's happy maybe Gail and Ava ... and me, maybe we will be, too."

"And they aren't happy?"

"Oh, God, no, all three aren't, they're a miserable bunch but they don't have to be, they're all brilliant people, they're just really screwed up and all because of the 'men thing' — they've had a few bad experiences so they've shut men out of their lives ..."

"Until I wandered in."

"Mr. Goodbody ..." her hand flew up to her mouth and she blushed, "I didn't mean that ..."

I laugh. "Do you really think I can make a difference?"

"I know you can, Mr. Carsten. I saw the way she was with you and I know you're a good man. If you put the moves on her and give her a little time and a little... a lot of patience and forgiveness I know you can win her over ..."

"And everyone lives happily ever after?"

"Gail and Ava have to get serious. They're both marking time until their mother can get it together, I'm sure of it. Ava hates men and hasn't got a clue why: she just won't give them a chance. You can turn that around, Mr. Carsten. And as for Gail, she's afraid to really invest in me, it's because she wants her mother's acceptance of me and that isn't happening. But it will, once Erica is happy herself, once her life turns a little normal. She's a good person, she doesn't even know how she's wrecking the family. Really, Mr. Carsten, it's all good, or it will be if you just knock on her door again."

"So I'm the great saviour?"

"Ya. And not just of Erica but the whole family. Yes, including me."

Fergie is the cutest woman I have ever talked to and has laid down one of the biggest challenges I've ever had.









Fergie is clutching my arm as we near Erica's place. "I'm nervous, are you?"

"No," I say and meaning it. "I'll give it a try but if she kicks me out, she kicks me out. Right? No more saviour stuff, that's the deal."

She stops me, gets up on her tip toes and kisses me on the cheek. "She'll have to work really hard to deserve you, Mr. Carsten but I think she will. Give her a chance." She squeezes my arm and is about to turn away when she adds, "And remember. This isn't just about you and Erica, three others have a big stake in this." She laughs and punches me on the arm. "Don't screw it up."









She is surprised when she opens the door, then she turns and walks away from me, into the kitchen.

"You know I didn't mean that ... literally," she says when I sit down at the kitchen table her back to me.

"You told me to leave. 'No' is supposed to mean 'no' these days. What was I supposed to do, argue? You're a grown woman, Erica. When you tell me to leave, that's what I'll do and if you do it again I'll not come back. Is that clear?"

"I slept with you the night before for God sake."

"Is that clear?"

She looks down like a scolded kid. "Yes ... but don't take me so fucking literally. And don't lecture me all the time. I know I'm screwed up but I'm trying." She pushes off the counter. "I was going to change." She takes a step then stops and looks up at me. "Is that OK?"

I didn't need the mockery. "Are we starting at the bottom?" I couldn't disguise my ire. "I hoped you might be glad to see me."

As she floats by she gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "Glad?" She titters, it sounds remarkably like a light-hearted giggle.

I am sitting in the kitchen wondering about what Fergie had told me when Erica calls down. "What are we doing? Are we going anywhere?" 

I go to the bottom of the stairs. "What would you like to do?"

"Walk, then get a bite to eat?"

We walked for more than an hour but didn't talk much. It felt like we were feeling each out again; that we were starting at the bottom.

"When do you go home?" She is watching the waiter retreat.

"Tomorrow," I say, then add, "that was my plan. But now that I'm giving you another whirl I don't know."

"You'll go the first time we disagree?"

"If you ask me to leave again, I will."

"You haven't asked me if I want you to stay."

I've decided to be perfectly frank. "I've been recruited, Erica. You don't have any say in it."

This shocks her. "Recruited?"

"Ya?" I say combatively, "I needed added incentive."

"By who?"

"Guess," I said, non-commitally.

The silence seems necessary. She is gathering her thoughts. "That lecture you gave me. Is that the way I come across? That I treat everything in my life so seriously that I'm not open to fun. Do you believe that?"

"Yes, I do. I think you've lived alone for so long and removed yourself from society so effectively that you and your girls are the sum total of your world. Ya, I believe that. Self-centredness is always a consequence of living alone for a long time. I've noticed I'm slipping into it, myself. It's been 5 years." I didn't know how she'd take this but I thought she had to hear it.

"So I'm not so much fragile as self-centred? I'm strong enough as long as the focus is where I want it?"

"You'll have to work that out, Erica. I'm lousy at psychoanalysis. I've said all I can say on the subject and I'm not positive I'm right. I'm more the 'don't worry, be happy' type."

The moment after the waiter delivered the food and wine she picked up her glass. "So, where do we go from here?"

"I'd like to get back to where we were as soon as possible ... and I hope you do too."

"To what end. You're leaving ... imminently."

"I know quite a bit about you, Erica, I've even met your family. As an example of your ... insularity, you know next to nothing about me. You've never asked. For instance, why am I in this city?"

"I assumed it was to visit your brother."

"It isn't, not the main reason anyway. A position at the university was offered to me. I am here to discuss and consider it." 

She looks at me quizzically ... with an unmistakable hint of excitement. "You could have told me."

"You could have asked ... instead of been so totally engrossed in your own little world you could have shown some interest in me as a person and not just measure me in how I might affect your own life."

"OK." She drops her fork on her plate. "You know and I know I need you." I am about to butt in but she waves me away. "Let me just get this out. I'm not good at this ... dating thing. I have no experience. You know that. And I can be a bitch. So what do I do?" She grimaces. "I tell you that I want you in my life. I want to make this work. I need your help and understanding to make this work. And I need your patience. Is that too much to expect? Maybe, but you've known from the beginning who you're dealing with ..." she shrugs, and looks pathetically helpless.

"I've known from the beginning that I like your looks, Erica, I think you're beautiful. And I've learned that I love your body. But the personality? Jesus, Erica, what are you playing at? You've only got a limited number of your thousand months left. Do you really want to spend them being Erica?"

"No," she says, convincingly. "I don't. That's what this is about."

"But, can't you see, that isn't good enough. This can't just be about you. I'm not going to be just a diversion to you, or a hands-on psychoanalyst or whatever else you have in mind. You're going to have to unwrap yourself from yourself and start really giving yourself, and not just to me, to everyone, particularly your family."

She stabs at some food but drops her fork again. "OK. Are you prepared to try?"

"What do you think of Fergie?"

The question takes her by surprise. She thinks for a moment. "Did she get you ..."

"What do you think of her," I insist.

"I think she's a lovely girl who deeply loves my daughter."

"And does your daughter deeply love her?"

"Probably."

"Yet you've been miserable to Fergie from the beginning. Why?"

She pushes her chair back from the table and is about to get up.

"If you run, Erica, I run. Let's make sure we understand that."

She thinks about this, briefly. "I want to walk, OK? I'm not hungry."

"You'll not be walking away from my questions."

She stands, signals to the waitress and in two minutes we're outside. But she hasn't forgotten my question. She doesn't looks at me as we walk. "I don't know why I haven't been ... aren't more friendly to Fergie, Allan, I've just always been uncomfortable with her, it's just the way I am."

"And that's OK? You can just be 'uncomfortable with ... your daughter and leave it at that?" She didn't say anything which gave me a chance to add, "Why? God, Fergie? She's adorable, she loves your daughter, she would do anything for her. I mean, sure, by all means be uncomfortable with some people, we all are, but Fergie? What did she do, pull Gail away from you?"

Erica just keeps walking but now with a more determined step.

I took her silence as confirmation. "That's it, isn't it? You were all morose and sad, wallowing in your own misery then all of a sudden Fergie came along and pulled one of your props from under you."

"It wasn't all of the sudden, she was there all along. They went to school together."

"But Fergie took Gail from you, or that's the way it felt."

"It's not as simple as that, I'm not as simple as that. We were all hurting, we all needed to heal ..."

It just this second occurs to me. "Gail was caught at her most vulnerable: Fergie entrapped her." I laugh trying to imagine Fergie as a seductress. "You don't really believe that."

She is quiet for about 50 yards. "I did, at first, the shock and the timing was ... it was such a difficult time. Then Gail moved out — they were only 18, for God sake, and then they weren't around any more; I didn't see her, not for long periods — I blamed Fergie for that, of course I did, and then the years went by and we just ... have never ..."

"Healed your wound?"

"We have never become close. No."

"But that's insane, isn't it?"

"It happens."

"Where was Gail in all of this?"

I could feel the tension, the anger. "It was a convenience to her. It meant she had a reason not to be close to me."

"And she hasn't been?" 

"It's been better in the last year or so, but no, we aren't close, not like we should be."

"And Ava?" I'm almost afraid to ask.

"No one is close to Ava."

"How often do you see her?"

"Once a month, maybe. Not much more. We have no reason to get together."

"Ya, except she happens to be your daughter."

I can feel her fury. She has tried to hold it in but she is losing her patience. "Look, Allan, we went through some difficult times ... times that pull people apart. OK? Don't make it sound ..."

"But you're the fucking mother." I lose all control. "It's your job to pull everyone together — that's what mothers do for chrissake. Jesus, Erica, this is no fucking good at all. How far away is Gail?"

"A few streets over from me. About ten minutes from here."

I get our bearings; we head in that direction: we're going to start the mending: I tell her she is about to apologize to Fergie.

"What am I going to say?" I ignore her but as we take the elevator up to her apartment I can feel her panic. "Seriously, Allan, what am I going to say. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's not going to be what you say, Erica, that has been too stupid to correct. It's how you're going to act from now on. You're redrawing the map and you want that map to lead to your place a lot more often. They're your family for God sake."




Erica's Story



The shock on Gail's face speaks volumes about how often her mother comes to visit. 

The moment Erica steps in the door, she blurts, "I've come to tell you both how ashamed I am about the way I've treated you and that I want your forgiveness and a new beginning. I want you to come to dinner on Sunday."

It hangs in the air for about a second before Fergie, who was sitting stunned by Erica's arrival, pops to her feet, glowing. "I forgive you, I'll come." She rushes over to Erica and hugs her for a few seconds then steps away and looks at Gail.

"It took awhile." Gail is glowering at her mother.

"Please, Gail, just forgive me. I can't defend myself, I can't make up for the past. Just forgive me and let me try to be better — that's all I can do."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes, I absolutely mean it."

Gail looks at Fergie. "Does she?"

"Oh, give her a hug for pity sake, of course she means it."

Tears are pouring from both their eyes, really, all our eyes, when they embrace but I quickly pull Erica out of there before it gets too maudlin. We have another stop to make.

Ava lives just a few blocks away. It's a garrett of an old house reached by way of a rickety external staircase which I didn't think could hold both our weight so I hang back at bit until Erica reaches the landing. 

Ava looks like a young version of Erica and has the same aloof remoteness. They both should be hot, they are sexy enough, but they aren't, not after a moment's inspection. They are cool and dispassionate and removed. You know they are a challenge.

If Ava is surprised to see her mother on her doorstep she doesn't show it. Her stunningly elegant visage is cooly impassive. She stands aside and lets us into her one room made tiny by the steeply sloping roof.

We aren't there long. We elect to stand rather than sit on the bed, the only available seat other than the chair at the desk with her laptop.

Erica reports that she has just apologized to Gail and Fergie for her conduct over the past years and wants to apologize to her, too. 'For what?' Doesn't come up. Ava accepts the words and grimaces out an 'OK' then agrees to the dinner invitation for Sunday. And we're outside.

I follow her at a safe distance down the stairs, building a lecture in my head. But I don't deliver it. Maybe she handled Ava as best she could, as pathetic as it was; maybe that was all that needed to be said. She got the result she wanted.

And so did I. Erica can't hide her emotions, which I have learned is generally gloom. It isn't now. She is as charged as I've ever seen her. She exudes energy. "You've got to stay with me at least until Sunday, Allan, Sunday at the very least. You started this, you have to help me."

"They're yours, Erica, just treat them like they're yours. Love them the way you want to and they'll love you back. That's the way it works."

"Ya, well, it's easy to mess up ... as I've shown, so you've got to help me over the next hurdle." She grabs my arm with both of hers and stopped me in my tracks. "God, Allan, it's just so fucking exciting. They could be back! I could have my daughters back!"

The walk home is fast and silent and she patiently waits on the couch as I get the wine. I hand her a glass and sit down beside her. 

She half turns on the couch to look at me. "I owe you, Allan, I owe you big time and I'm prepared to pay. What do you want? I'll do anything." She reaches down for my belt.

"Your happiness, Erica, honestly, you don't have to be miserable for another day." She has by belt open and is tugging at my zipper. I put my hand on hers. "What happens if I'm hard?"

She quickly pulls back. "Are you?"

I chuckle at her fright but I shouldn't. It's legitimate, she seems to have been badly traumatized by her husband's cock. "No. But what if I was?"

"I will, Allan, I promise but can we wait a while longer, can we get ... I don't know, more comfortable with each other?"

"So you don't mean it when you say you'll do anything."

"Of course I will."" She is tugging at my zipper again. "I expect to do this; I want to do this ..."

I pull her hand away. "But not just yet, I know, Erica, I understand."

"But I'm close, Allan, I really am. It just ... isn't easy. I'm terrified of those things, at least when they're stiff."

"So I wait, do I? I wait for you to come around just like your daughters waited?"

She sits back, clearly annoyed. "That's not fair and you know it?"

"Don't you feel a kind of obligation? I do. I think sex has to be a part of this relationship and I want to give you the best sex I can, which, under the circumstances I could understand if it isn't enough."

"It is, Allan, it's wonderful ..."

"But penetration is out?"

"No, it's not out, of course it's not out."

"Then it'll only happen when you decide it can happen, not when I decide."

She loses it and starts tugging at her clothes. "You want to fuck me? Fine, fuck me any time you want."

I pull her hand away from her pants. "I can't right now, Erica. Thanks, anyway it's nice to know I'm allowed but in fact I can't."

She looks at me. "God, you're a tough guy, aren't you?"

"You have to learn that it can't always be about you. We all have our needs, your daughters included. You have to start thinking about somebody else first. Sure, you've had a problem with pricks, but if it's my prick you're having a problem with then we better start dealing with it."

"It isn't yours ..."

"Precisely. You should jam it in you at the first opportunity, deal with the trauma, talk it out, and then get on with your fucking life. Not every prick is evil."

She drinks the rest of her wine and fills both glasses then leans back with a sigh, putting her feet on the table. "OK, Allan, it's official now: I'm absolutely and utterly gutted, as the British say. I can't resist any more. Stick it in me, shove it up me, squirt it on me, do anything you want. You have made this the most fabulous evening of my life, other than this part, so let's get on with it, do something to me so we're a bit even. What do you want? Do you want me to masturbate? Do you want my panties?"

I laugh at this and wonder if she's teasing me. But I doubt it, she's not the type. "Ya, sure, that would be great."

She looks at bit startled. "What?"

"The panties and masturbation. I'd love that."

I'm surprised she doesn't comment, something like, 'You're weird,' but she doesn't, she stands up and starts stripping. "Everything?" She looks down, inquiringly.

"Unless you don't want to."

"No, no, I want to. I want to keep you as happy as possible." She hands me her warm panties as if she was handing me my coat. "And, oh," she says, as she bends down taking off her bra, and in the process leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek, "I think it's about time you know this. I love you for what you've done for me, so if you're trying to scare me off it isn't going to work." She holds out her bra to me. "Want this?"

I take it and put it on my lap.

"So?" She is standing completely naked and entirely unself-consciously just two feet from me. "Where do you want me?"

I hadn't expected her to go this far; I thought she have more reserve than this. "You know, Erica, there is nothing remotely sexy about surrender."

She looks at me, stunned. "I'm not sexy when I do, I'm not sexy when I don't, I'm not sexy with, I'm not sexy without. Maybe I'm not just sexy at all, sexy to you, Allan. Maybe I'm nothing to you." She reaches for the panties on the couch beside me, stepped into them then takes her bra from my lap and put it on. "Look, Allan, you have a pretty good idea by now of how I've spent the past few decades or so. Why are you so surprised that I'm not any good at this?" She does her bra up and reaches for her pants. "But Jesus, Allan, you must know that I want to be, that I don't want to be constantly screwing up. I don't know what you want from me. If I did, I'd give it to you; I love to give it to you."

"I don't know either, Erica, but that's the point. If you want to start getting through to people, your daughters, Fergie, me, for instance, you have to start thinking about us and trying to connect, not just sacrificing yourself — 'tell me what to do and I'll do it.' Who wants that?" I know this has been a tough day for her but it's almost over. "What does Gail want? What does she need? Do you know? Can you help? That's what you have to do, Erica, stop thinking of yourself and start thinking of others. Do that and the rest will take care of itself. Anyway, I said I have to go early tonight," I get to my feet, "and I do."

She stands. "Will you be here on Sunday?" There is a hint of panic in her eyes.

I lean forward and kiss her, sorry that I've made her such a nervous wreck but seeing no way around it. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."





The whole family is there when I arrive, deliberately a little late. I want them to get comfortable as a group before my disruptive influence. I'm feeling a little like an interloper. I had thought a lot about Erica in the few days since I last saw her. I had met a woman who I knew would be a challenge but I never expected to be sucked into her personal and family drama. I wanted to hold her, that was the extent of my initial ambition; at 51 I sure didn't need the hassles of a certifiable head-case — and she was looking like all of that, especially at the beginning. 

So I made a resolution before knocking on her door tonight: it's make or break time. I have set a couple of plots in motion: if I don't see a marked change in her — and that is a whole lot to expect, I will quietly remove myself from her life. But. If I see positive changes — if I can see a real possibility of growth, a sign of her commitment to change, I'll press on, if that's what she wants. Ya, I find the woman physically attractive but I also find her intriguing and that, to my utter astonishment, is alluring. 

When I walk into her home I am looking for a change in her behaviour but the first thing I see is a radical change in her clothing. She usually bundles herself in severe suits or bulky casual wear that hides far more than it reveals. Not tonight. She is wearing a beautifully cut dress that clings to her as if she has pride in her body and the low neck is tantalizingly revealing in a most un-Erica-like way. If this is a message, I am getting it.

I kiss her, whispering, "You look gorgeous," then accept Fergie's warm hug and cool nods from the sisters.

It hits me with the impact of a sledge hammer. About 10 minutes into the meal I realize that I am looking at my future. And it gives me a fabulous rush. With her slinky dress and tantalizing cleavage, Erica has revolutionized herself. She looks sexy and confident, even seductive — every inch the modern woman. 

And talking like it. With joy in her voice she is interacting with her daughters and Fergie with fun, enthusiasm ... and normalcy. Really! It is quite remarkable: they are communicating; sharing opinions, ideas, insights, stories, laughter like they really cared about each other; like they were a family.

I deliberately stay as far out of the conversation as I can. These people need to re-bond. But I'm not proud of how I spend my time while they talk and laugh. I tried to imagine Ava nude and in the throes of passion: she looks so much like her mother I couldn't resist. And I briefly put Gail and Fergie in bed together but I couldn't do much with it because I had so much guilt, and, I like Fergie so much I felt I was betraying a trust. 

I saved my news for dessert, using a neat segue about family helping family to get into it. I explained that I am a sociologist, I've been teaching at universities for years and that my brother is the publisher of the local newspaper. He and I have been talking for awhile about newspapers needing to take a more pro-active role in unravelling the mysteries of contemporary society. The Lifestyle section of his paper had taken a big step in that direction but he agrees with me that his paper needs to be far more hard-hitting, more relevant to contemporary readers. 

Having explained that background, which resulted in drooping eyes, I spring the news: the newspaper is going to start a new 'Relationships' column, dealing not just with man-woman or even woman-woman relationships but all forms of relationship: cops-society, priests-parishioners, guards-prisoners — every imaginable social relationship, from all kinds of different angles.

Then I turned to the oldest daughter who has been a community activist since college. "Erica had a few of your columns, Ava, I read them, then I went on-line to read others. I gave them to my brother with the recommendation that he give you a try as his first relationship columnist. You're a brilliant thinker, terrific writer and you've got a whole lot of street-creds on the subject of relationships. He wants to talk to you about it, if you're interested." 





"OK, what's it going to take to land you?" She leans against the door the moment the girls leave. She is combative again, even angry, a huge contrast to the ebullient free-spirt of the past few hours.

I answer her question with one of my own, the one I've been asking myself all day. "Where do you want to be in five years?"

Her eyes flash, her nostrils flare defiantly. "I want to be with you. Here, there, it doesn't matter. I want to be with you and with them."

"Why?" I press.

"Because I've found them again and I'm never going to let them go."

"No, why me?"

"Because you're not going to take any shit from me, Allen; because you're not going to let me slide back to the shrew I was; because you're going to keep me connected with my girls; because I actually like myself when you're around and I'm terrified you're going to walk out of this door and never come back. So, what do I have to do? Tell me and if I can do it I will."

I got to the point which I realized during the day was most important to me. "We can still grow, Erica. We're not too old to grow. That's what I want. I want to be interested, excited, challenged and loved."

"I can do that." She is a remarkably attractive woman when she appears self-assured.

"Yes, I know you can, but will you? Near as I can figure, you've spent the last 20 years being a self-centred bitch."

Fire in her eyes flickers only briefly. "I have three girls back in my life now. So, honest, Allen, that Erica is gone." She pushes off the door and as she passes by me she deliberately drives her shoulder into my chest then keeps on going, saying over her shoulder, "Don't make me grovel, Allen. Just name your price and let's get on with it."

I follow her into the living room and as she flops onto the couch I stand over her. "My happiness. That's my price."

She smiles up at me and reached out her hand. "Done."

I scrutinize her looking for a chink in her resolve. I don't see it so I reach my hand towards hers but not taking it. "I walk when you stop making an effort."

She didn't hesitate, her hand slips into mine and grips it firmly then she slowly pulls me down to her.

"I mean it," I say, as I settle next to her on the couch.

"Look, Allen, you don't seem to understand something. I'm terrified of going back to the way I was. Making you happy is exactly the challenge I want." She leaned her head against my shoulder. "So, the question is: are you up for the challenge?"

I held her head to my chest. "What do you know about me, Erica? Tell me. Give me a list."

She does. About five points long.

"Not much," I say, "certainly not enough information about a man to commit the rest of your life to him."

"No," she snuggles further into me, "but enough to want to start the journey and that's what this is about, for me: beginning a journey with you. Actually, the journey began a few days ago, and as far as I'm concerned we're already in a different universe, a starry universe of music and laughter and family and goodwill." She takes my hand and presses it against her breast. "And good sex. I love the sex I've had with you."

"Prickless sex," I say, dryly.

"Tomorrow morning ... I get him."

"Does that scare you?"

She hesitates. "A little. I want to get past this ... silliness. I want our sex life to be as good as the rest of it is going to be. I don't want to embarrass myself over this."

"You aren't embarrassed when you masturbate for me."

"No, I like that," she said, surprisingly matter-of-factly. "I've never been any good with that alone but with you ... I don't know, it seems so ... personal, so daring, so exciting."

"So safe." I added. "I'm not on top thrusting into you."

She was quiet for a long time. "It was a battering ram, Allen. It wasn't sex. He pounded that thing into me until I hurt; then he's do it again and again. I wasn't even there. I was just a cunt for him to fuck; there was never a fleeting second of feeling."

"So you just shut down?"

"Until that day when you demanded I touch myself." She falls silent again and I was considering protesting: I hadn't demanded anything from her. But I didn't need to object. "I came alive that first time. It was the intimacy ..."

"It was my limp little ..."

She laughs. "That too, but I loved that intimacy, I haven't been able to touch myself ... really, ever. I don't know how it happened but when I did that night I kind of connected with myself, it was the first really sexual moment of my life. The rest of what you did I still haven't figured out — it's way over my head. I loved it ... and that scares me, I've always been so remote ... but you seemed so natural with it, so open — so reassuring. And that panty thing, lying in my bed with my panties dangling over your nose. I thought about that all that day — and since. I found myself laughing at work for the first time in years. It was just so unthreatening, so childish, yet so sexy."

I gently push her from me. "So do it again. Touch yourself for me. I may not be as virile as I once was but I can be just as turned on, and that turns me on."

I thought she might object, my suggestion was as much of a challenge as anything but it was also a bit of a test. This would make me happy but is that reason enough for her to do it?

I don't think she is equivocating, I think she is looking for the mood. She had been on a roller coaster all day, actually, for the past few days, and it was only a few moments ago that she was almost quaking in fear that I was about to leave her. Now I have asked her to sit on the couch with her legs open for me. A bit much, so I help her out. I slowly reach for my belt and undo it, a signal that I want to participate. That tips the balance.

She quickly stands up and faces me. She isn't exactly confident but she isn't shrinking, either.

When she reaches behind her to unzip, I said, "You look amazing in that dress, Erica. It suits you, it suits the new you: you're stunning, sexy, and that dress somehow makes you look happy, self-assured," I chuckle, "it makes you look modern."

The drooping neckline is drooping more now, I could see the top of her white bra. "It was Fergie. She came over and gave me a bit of a lecture. She said I'd have no chance with you unless I changed, from the inside out. She said she couldn't help me with the inside, but she could with the outside. So she took me to a friend of hers who owns a top-end store. She told her friend: 'This woman has this fabulous friend and she has to start dressing like she wants him.' She told her friend to give me a new wardrobe. I was there for most of an afternoon. I spent a small fortune and I never once objected to the selections. I didn't know who the new me was going to be but they did. 

"The clothes are all like this?" I say, reaching out and brushing the seductive material. 

She glances down smiling. "Apparently I have very nice shoulders, chest, hips, belly and legs and I'm supposed to start showing them off, so yes, you'll be seeing a lot of them ... if you stick around."




Erica's Story



"I signed a 5 year contract with the university yesterday. Do you know why?"

It is easy to see she is as confused as she is excited. "Did you?"

I reach over and with both hands pull gently at the hem of her dress. When she straightens her arms it slides down easily. I sit up and push off my pants and underwear then, as she stands there looking at me, I remove my socks and shirt. 

I looked her in the yes. "Fergie called me after she left you yesterday. She told me about your talk and about the clothes you bought, about the effort you were making. I signed on with the University right after. That was the deal I made with Ferg: we were going to push you around a little, make you confront your problems with the girls, make you make an effort to get me. If you passed the test, and this meal tonight was a huge part of that, I said I'd try my best to make this work. If I saw no effort from you I was going to walk."

She appears stunned so I filled in the final piece.

"Those phones were a great influence." She had given Fergie a bag containing two phones, iPhones with all her numbers programmed into them and a long recorded message for both of them in which she explained how ashamed she was of her conduct; she took all the blame for their rotten relationship; apologized and promised to make everything right again. The phones were to open communication to the two most important people in her life. Fergie told me about them and had decided to wait until after the meal tonight to deliver them.

I think I see anger in her eyes but it doesn't stay very long. "So, what does this mean? Tell me."

"Like I said before, we'll give this a shot for as long as you're trying ... with me and the girls. Stop trying and so will I ... and I bet so will they."

She says nothing, then smirked. "I'm on probation?"

"We all are."

"So, you're going to stay, you're going to move in with me."

"If that's what you want, that's what I want."

She moves the three feet between us and gracefully kneels on the couch straddling me, hugging my face to her chest. After a couple of minutes she says, "Fergie said you're the perfect guy for me. I think she's right."

I grin. "I told her to say that."

She pulls away, looks down on me and sees I was kidding. "But you planned all this with her?"

"We were allies ... are allies and we're going to stay allies. We both want the very same thing but with different girls. And we both know that things will only work out well for us if all of us are getting what we want."

When she leans forward and puts her forehead on my shoulder I bring my hands up and caress her warm back. She purrs.

"Can we have a lot of this, Allen?"

I bring my hands down and squeeze her tight little cheeks then knead at her slim thighs made strong by all her walking. "You have to tell me what ... you find uncomfortable. I don't want to scare you."

She reaches under her crotch and feels me. "Doesn't it ever get hard at night?"

Not my favourite subject. "It can get a little."

"Enough?"

"I don't know." And I didn't.

She awkwardly gets off me and says, kneeling beside me, "I want to try." She deftly takes her pantyhose and panties off then straddles me again, taking my mostly limp prick in her hand. Then she looks down at me and smiles as she rubs me up and down against the inside of her slick lips. "Tell me what to do that will help."

I chuckle. "That will help." And it did, a little, enough so that she tries to push me into her. But it is the proverbial playing pool with a rope, at first, but she keeps dragging me between her surprisingly wet lips and I can feel myself slowly rising to the occasion, enough where she finally brings me to her opening and sits further down on me, sliding me into her, if imperfectly.

Both arms are around my neck now and she is very slowly fucking me being very careful that I don't slip out. 

I grow stronger and more confident with the attention and join her rhythm thrilled that she is into it. I bring my hands up and undo her bra and when I throw it on the couch her mouth finds mine and she sucks the life out of me, almost frantically, her tongue circling mine, her moans building as I feel she is.

Fucking to me has always meant love, mainly because almost all of it for me has been with a woman I had loved deeply. That feeling comes back, the giving, the desire, the hunger. I feel myself wanting to get more muscular, more insistent but I back off not wanting to scare her. But I doubt that I could. She is giving me everything she has, I know that and I love her for it, right up to the moment the phone rings. She stops and waits, as if she isn't sure of the sound.

"Leave it." I demand.

"No. It might be them." She quickly climbs off me and strides the few steps over to the phone by the chair. It pisses me off but I let it pass. As I've said, she has an amazingly elegant body, spare but wonderfully feminine, sexy in a way I've never experienced. The sight of her helps, but I don't want to lose the moment so I slowly stroke my cock as she talks and for added incentive (and dramatic affect) I reach over and picks up her panties and press them to my face as I eavesdrop on the call that I guess is from Ava. 

She is back in a minute but she stops a few feet from me and watches me, a smile growing on her her lovely face.

"I want to keep being ... able," I say, throwing the panties aside.

"Those things really work for you, eh?" She climbs on me and puts my half-stiff prick back in her. Then she kisses me. "It was Ava. She thanked me for the dinner, for the phone and she asked me to tell you that she's thought about it and she'd like to talk to your brother whenever it is convenient." She kisses me again and starts back in on the slow fuck. 

"I'll talk to him tomorrow ... the poor guy. He's going to be as confused with her as I am, and probably as enthralled. That woman hasn't hit her stride yet but when she does, watch out."

She hugs me roughly for a full minute communicating all kinds of wonderfully positive things then she says, "None of us Curtis girls have hit her stride yet although I'm getting very, very close."

The phone rings again, and again she stops but this time when she gets off me she reaches down and gets her panties and hands them to me before walking over to answer.

I watch and wait and pump and sniff but she doesn't put the phone down this time. She comes back over and hands it to me then crawls back on me and put me back again.

"It's Fergie, Mr. Carsten. I've been holding my breath ever since we left." She pauses for a few moments and Erica starts in on me again, this time with considerably more aggression. "Are we still a team or ..."

She couldn't help but hear the moan. "Ya, Ferg, we're still a team."

She hesitates again. "I love that sound; I live for that sound — it's the same as Gail's. Welcome to the family, Mr. Carsten." She hangs up just before the wailing begins and just before my long primitive groans turn into grunts.

She is on her feet the moment the moaning is over. "Here," she says, handing me her panties again, then pulling me to my feet. "And no more bullshit about you being just a morning guy."