7 comments/ 81106 views/ 7 favorites Sherry's New Job Ch. 01 By: Toriador "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Sherry, Ray's wife yelled, as she swung the bedroom door open and glared in at him, where he lay stretched out on top of the blankets, his eyes squeezed shut and fingers working the shaft of his dick in frantic time to the images behind his closed eyelids. In a panic, Ray rolled himself onto his stomach, clutching the blanket across himself, face reddening. "You are disgusting!" she exclaimed, as she strode to the closet. Catching his breath, Ray watched her as she held the towel across her body with one hand, the other pushing blouses across the bar, selecting just the right outfit to complement her slim frame, twisting and turning as she dressed to keep Ray's eyes from viewing more than a glimpse of her. . As his body calmed down, only one emotion crossed his mind – anger. "Why should I feel ashamed," he thought, "for taking care of myself. You sure as hell don't anymore." Since their daughter was born, two years ago, Sherry seemed to have lost all interest in sex. At first she didn't feel attractive anymore. Then she claimed to be too tired. Then she was just pissed off at Ray. Now "It seems like we've grown apart and I just don't feel that close to you anymore. Maybe I will again sometime," she had said to Ray the month before, when he had tried unsuccessfully to convince her to screw him on his birthday, "but we should probably go out on a few dates or to dinner first, try to rekindle what we used to have." *** "Dates!" Ray exclaimed, peering across the clutter of empty draught glasses at Freddy, his old college roommate, "Can you imagine! We're friggin' married and she wants to turn me into some sort of goddamned gentleman caller out of one of those trashy romance novels she reads! Been there! Done that! The least I should be able to expect now is to be able to fuck my goddamn wife occasionally! But no! She wants me to come chasing after her with flowers and chocolates like some friggin' Prince Charming, and she knows eventually she'll get what she wants, just by keeping her goddamned legs crossed. It's unfair." Freddy just gazed back, a smirk plastered across his face. Unlike Ray, Freddy hadn't married after college. In fact, he hadn't even really finished college. He had been suspended, and eventually tossed out, for supplementing his income with some of his newly learned skills as a Pharmacology student in creative – not to mention illegal – ways. Since then, he had moved through a string of casual jobs, unemployment claims, and black market activities, always making just enough money to keep up the payments on his crappy apartment and run down van. He was the last person Sherry wanted Ray associating with, but they were still best friends, and all week Ray looked forward to this hour or so spent gabbing in the bar at the back of the bowling alley, after the league had finished up for the night. "So what's the problem? Get a hooker. They're not hard to find. Hit the right street corner any evening and you can have your pick. That should take care of you. I've told you – I've got a buddy that could help fix you up..." "And how do you expect me to pay? With what?" Ray shot back. "You know she looks after the finances. I'm lucky to pry enough money out of her to come here every week." Freddy was laughing. "You are so fucking whipped!" "I am not!" Ray shot back, and then he sighed and let his shoulders slump. "OK. I guess I am. But it's a little too late to do anything about it now. I'm just so fucked." "So not fucked, you mean," laughed Freddy. "Look, if it's just a matter of getting you laid, that I can help with. You've heard of Bangers." Ray searched his mind until he remembered a story he had seen on the news. "Isn't it some sort of new date rape drug that's making the rounds?" "That's the stuff. Still new. Hard to get. But I know a guy..." "Of course you do." "Anyway, drop one in a drink, and for the next eight hours any woman, even that tight assed bitch of a wife of yours, will do anything you say. Most women don't even remember after. It's perfect for you. I can get you one for Friday night." "OK, get me one. But I don't know about this. Maybe I should talk to your buddy with the girls after all." "Tommy?" Freddy laughed and grabbed a napkin, scratched an address on it, "Sure. I'll mention you to him. Here's where you can find him. But I'd use the pill. After all, if you're going to have some woman down on her hands and knees, performing every disgusting and humiliating sex act that enters your twisted little brain, wouldn't it be more satisfying when it's your wife, rather than some stranger?" Ray tilted his mug to him in acknowledgement. "You are so right my friend," he thought. "You are so right." Sherry's New Job Ch. 02 Friday evening. Ray arrived late after work. He had stopped at the bank on the way home and withdrew several hundred dollars. He knew he would probably have it out with Sherry about that later, but he hoped it was going to be worth it. He had also stopped at the liquor store, and by the time he got home, Sherry had already climbed up on her high horse. Ray was glad she had chosen to act the bitch tonight. It was going to make the rest of the evening so much easier. "You're late!" She yelled, from her seat on the sofa. As she did every Friday evening, Sherry had already dropped their daughter off with her mother for the evening. They probably thought Sherry and Ray used Friday nights for some quiet, romantic time alone, Ray reflected. Hah! Fat chance! "I didn't feel like waiting, so I ate without you. Get yourself something out of the fridge. I'm tired. And why didn't you..." Sherry's voice faded into a drone as Ray entered the kitchen. He sat at the table, chewing on a bite of the bologna sandwich he had made, and watched as puddle of yellow white mayonnaise slowly oozed onto the plate. Not exactly the fare one would see on the Cleaver's table, he thought. Ray had already left three empty beer bottles in his wake, testimony to where his mind was really at. He fingered the plastic baggie in his pocket, feeling the diamond shape of Freddy's tablet, both relishing and dreading its promise. He looked up at the clock on the stove. 8:17 PM. Soon it would be dusk. It was time. "Dear," Ray said, walking in to the living room, "I thought you might be thirsty, so I brought you a drink." He handed her the lemonade he had prepared, and sat down on a nearby chair, taking a drink from his beer. Sherry looked mildly surprised, but took it, sipping from it slowly. She let out a "Hmphh!" as Ray flicked the television to CNN and began scanning the news. Within minutes Sherry had left the room, the empty lemonade glass sitting on the coffee table. Ray glanced at his watch. 8:32. Freddy had said it would take about half an hour for the pill to take effect. With a few minutes extra to be sure, Ray figured all should be set by about quarter past nine. Forty-five minutes took forever to pass. The clock on the TV screen crawled along interminably slow. Each news story seemed to be more insipid and longer than the last. Ray flipped through the channels, start to end, mindlessly thumbing the remote without really pausing too see what was on. After what seemed like the hundredth pan through the channels, Ray watched the clock flip to 9:10. Close enough. Ray hurried upstairs, pulling off his tie and jacket. He wheeled into his bedroom, seeing Sherry sprawled on the bed, a paperback open in front of her. He dug through the closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a casual shirt, and reached into the far recesses for the bag of items carefully selected over the preceding days. It was time for the test. He unfastened his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. Stepping over the crumpled mass of cloth, Ray walked around to Sherry's side of the bed. She didn't even look up. "What do you want now?" Ray heard her ask. He took a deep breath as she looked up at him questioningly. He knew it was time to leap in with both feet... "I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock," he said. It came out almost as a question. She just stared, a look of what? Shock? Confusion? crossing her face. Ray had an instant sinking feeling. The pill hadn't worked, he realized. How was he going to explain this away? With a loud, slow sigh, Sherry closed her book, set it gingerly onto the bedside table, and swung her legs off the side of the bed. In one fluid movement, she slipped off the bed, dropping to her knees, her fingers hooking the waistband of Ray's underwear. Within seconds, he felt the warm, soft texture of her mouth wrap around the shaft of his dick. "Oh my god!" he thought, "This is so perfect." He didn't know if the ecstasy he was feeling came from the release of months of pent-up lust, the triumph of seeing Sherry on her knees, sucking his cock – something she had steadfastly refused to do for their entire married life - or from the anticipation of what he had planned for the rest of the night. At that moment, it really didn't matter, and it wasn't more than a minute before his balls tightened, his shaft jerked a few times, and he erupted, spewing hot spunk into his wife's mouth. Ray wasn't sure what she did with it. Maybe swallowed it. Maybe spit it out. At that point, it really didn't matter to him. After a few moments, he caught his breath, opened his eyes, and looked to where Sherry sat, wiping away the last gobs of gooey white spunk that decorated her chin with the back of her hand. "This is perfect," he thought. He should have about another eight hours, which was just about right for what he had in mind. He walked back around the bed and scooped up the plastic bag, tossing it across the bed to her. "Here," Ray said, "Put this on. And do something with your hair. And maybe some makeup. Lipstick would be nice for a change. Try to look sexy for once. And try to be quick about it. Come down when you're done." With that, he strode from the room, pulled on his jeans and shirt, and heading for the washroom to get ready for their evening. Sherry had never been the quickest at getting ready for an evening out, but this time she surprised Ray. As he sat in the living room, he heard the telltale click of high heals on the stairs, and craned his neck to watch her come down. Despite his lack of fashion sense, his instincts had been perfect, and Ray saw that Sherry was showing just the image he had hoped for. In the two years since she had given birth, late in life for a first child, Sherry had biked, jogged, pilatesed, and walked to the point that she was trimmer now than she had been before the pregnancy. In recent months, she had allowed Ray only quick glimpses of this, but now he could see the results of her workouts in exquisite detail. For a woman of her age, she looked superb. Her long slim legs were toned, the calf muscles sharply defined. Her legs were wrapped in stockings, black, sheer, printed with a subtle vine pattern that drew the eye up the leg to promise of what was above. Ray had looked for fishnet, with no success, but as he looked her over, he realized the effect was just as good with what he had substituted. He couldn't keep his eyes from following the pattern up her legs until, somewhere midway up her thigh, the stockings ended, the dark tops giving way to the smooth, creamy skin of her upper thighs, cut only by the twin black lines of her garter belt straps. These disappeared under her short black skirt, a skirt so short Ray had laughed when she first showed it to him, pulling it from a trunk in the back room, surprised she still had it. Ray couldn't understand when or how anybody would wear a skirt that short, until she explained that it was a part of a costume for a dance recital from her college variety show. It was intended to be worn over a body suit, like a tutu, hence the reason it barely dipped below the cheeks of her ass. Now she wore it not over a body suit, but over a tiny pair of black G-String panties, the front consisting of less material than an average tissue, the back and sides nothing more than tiny strings jokingly referred to as "butt floss". On top, she wore a thin, red silky tank top, cut low with only the tiniest of spaghetti straps to hold it up. Ray knew it was meant to be worn under something else, but now, by itself, without even so much as a bra underneath, it clung to Sherry's small, upturned tits, emphasizing the fact that, unlike many of her larger friends, her B-cups had yet to show any sign of sag, a fact Sherry was exceedingly proud of. She had bragged that even some of the younger girls at her health club had commented jealously on how "perky" she was. Ray was happy to help her show off this fact this evening. To top off the ensemble, Sherry had twisted her hair into an enticing up-do, exposing her slim neck, creamy white shoulders, and trim jaw. It probably crunched from the amount of hairspray she had had to apply, but that didn't matter. On her feet, she was wearing the bright red high heels Ray had picked out for her, and she had applied lipstick that almost matched. "Fuck me pumps," thought Ray. "And let-me-suck-you lipstick." It was too perfect. Pulling his digital camera from his pocket, Ray snapped a quick shot to record the image for posterity. "Come on," he said, pointing at the door, and grabbing his coat and the brown paper bag beside it. "We're late." Sherry's New Job Ch. 03 The part of town Ray drove to was unfamiliar. He circled several blocks, trying to make out the notes Freddy had jotted for him on the napkin. Stopping at a red light, he glanced over to where streetlight illuminated a smaller side street. A couple of trashy looking streetwalkers leaned against a mailbox at the corner. He could see more girls further down the block, past the dim, flickering light that marked the entrance shack to an all night parking lot. Glancing up at the street signs, he realized this was the place. Cranking the wheel, Ray turned on to the side street and into the parking lot, taking a ticket from a teenage kid that barely looked up from the flickering television on his counter. "Wait here," he said to Sherry, and climbed from the car, snapping the locks shut. He walked down the darkened street, through the pools of light, until he drew near to the girls. "Hey baby!" one cried, "Are you lost? Looking for someone to hold your hand?" She was skinny, lots of blond hair piled onto her head. Sort of pretty, but she looked tired, worn out, the dark circles not quite covered with too much makeup. At first glance Ray would have put her age in the late-twenties, but as he drew closer he realized she was much younger, probably just eighteen, but already looking older, harder. "I, uh, need to talk to Tommy." Behind him, in the darkness of an alley, someone cleared his throat. Ray turned. "Tommy," he said into the darkness, "I'm Ray. Freddy's friend." Teeth reflected the streetlight as a wide grin appeared in the dark, and a big black man stepped from his perch in the darkness. He stuck out his hand. "Yeah, man, Freddy told me you wuz comin' by. Lookin' for a good piece a'ass, are yah? Bad night, tho'. Two of my girls is out at a bachelor party. I just got Candy and Andrea left tonight." The two girls, the young blond and an older redhead, nodded to him. "You might say I'm a bit short staffed tonight." "Well, Tommy, that sort of works out, because I'm here to help you with that. Freddy maybe got it a little bit wrong. What I've got is a nice little thing over in the car, and she needs some work for this evening. I don't even want any money she brings in. Keep it. Let's just say she's adding to her resume." Tommy was obviously confused. "Well, Freddy said you was OK, but I just don't get the deal here, man." "Simple. Here's how it is. This bitch has been giving me some attitude. I need her to remember that she can end up out on the streets as easy as the next piece of ass. So tonight I'm going to remind her. Here," said Ray, passing over the roll of bills and the paper bag, "Two hundred dollars, and this here's a nice bottle – 12 year old single malt. That should take care of your, ummm, management fees. Let her work the corner for you. If she turns some tricks, great, you keep the cash, free and clear. If not, you're not out anything." "I dunno, man. I've gotta at least see her. Give her an interview, yah know." "Not a problem. I'll go get her." *** Sherry didn't understand why she was sitting alone in a car, in a near empty parking lot, this late at night. Ray had told her they were going out, and she had dressed up special for him, just the way he wanted. She knew she looked sexy, in a trampy sort of way, almost like the girls that were standing at the street corner when they turned down this street. If that was what Ray wanted, she was certainly willing to oblige. It had been a long time since she had dressed up for him. In fact, if you didn't count that blowjob earlier, it had been a long time since she did anything for him, she reflected. The overhead light snapped on as the door beside her opened. Ray's hand thrust in. "Come on. There's someone you have to meet." She took Ray's hand and followed him down the sidewalk, towards the corner, where she could see the two girls, still lounging under the streetlight. At least the strange outfit Ray had made her wear wouldn't look out of place, she laughed. As they approached the corner, a big black man stepped from the shadows of a nearby alley. Motioning her into the light, he eyed her appraisingly, head to toe and back again. Taking her wrist, he strode back to the darkness of the alley. To Ray, he said, "Yeah, she looks like she'll do. Little older than I'm used to, but a nice piece a' ass." He turned to Sherry. "Yo, bitch! You workin' for me now. Me and your old man, we just made a deal. Raymondo, you gonna stick around?" Ray nodded. "Cool. Now you. Sherry. On your knees. I got some rules to be splainin' to you. My name is Tommy, by the way." Sherry had no idea what the big man was talking about. All she could think of was that she needed to be on her knees, so she dropped down, confused. The big man laughed. "You don't need your mouth to be listenin'." Ray tugged down the front of his pants, his big dick coming free. In the darkness, Sherry didn't see it until it was resting on her lips. She opened her mouth dutifully, without thought, feeling Tommy's rigid penis push past her lips and begin rocking in and out, slowly fucking her face. "You be chargin' $100 for a hand job; not many ask for that. $150 gets them a blowjob. $200 they go all the way. They wanna give you more, fine, but you hand whatever you get over to me. Understand? You always use a condom, no matter how much they offer. They got a car, tell 'em to park in the lot up the street. We got a deal with them, but you gotta cut the kid in at the end of the night. Got it?" Sherry tried to make a noise around the flesh in her mouth, without much success, Tommy grinned and grasped her head again, resuming the rocking motion of his hips. "Oh yeah. That's it babe. Suck it good. Watch it with the teeth. Yeah that's better. Get that tongue movin'". Sherry fought to comply, her lips and tongue and cheeks massaging Tommy's shaft as he pumped it roughly in and out of her mouth, his bag slapping against her chin. With a lurch and a thrust, she felt Tommy's release, globs of salty semen splashing across the roof of her mouth. His dick slipped from her mouth and she was left there, kneeling in the darkness with a mouthful of some stranger's cum. Earlier with Ray, she had spit out his juice, but she sensed Tommy wouldn't stand for that. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to swallow, sucking in her cheeks and trying to conjure up enough saliva to rinse her mouth. Tommy noticed what she was doing. "You don't got breath freshener? You be needin' some of that. Candy? You got some mouth spray you can spare? Good. An' give the girl some condoms." The blond came to Sherry, and, with a smile, dug in her purse, handing Sherry a handful of condoms and a small spray bottle of breath freshener. She took Sherry by the hand and led her to where the redhead lounged against the mailboxes. "My name is Candy. This here is Andrea". The redhead nodded, blowing a puff of smoke in Sherry's direction. "Don't mind her. She's being a bitch today. Her old man slapped her around some today, but she won't admit it." The redhead shot a dark look at Candy, who responded with a finger upturned in an obscene gesture. "Anyway, they'll be back together by the end of the week, and it'll be old news. She probably figures you're gonna cut into her business, but I think there's enough work for all of us tonight." Candy grinned at her. "It's not bad here. Clients are a pretty nice bunch. A lot of them are regulars. Be good. Don't piss off Tommy, and you'll be fine. Oops, gotta go!" Candy turned away and hurried to the side of a car that had just pulled to the curb. Confused by the rush of events, and not sure what else to do, Sherry turned to the street and tried to copy Andrea's nonchalant pose. Sherry's New Job Ch. 04 Sherry knew what she was here to do, and had unexpectedly accepted it, yet she dreaded actually engaging in whatever sordid requests the clients might have. But as time wore on, she began to grow concerned. A string of cars had stopped at the curb, and Candy and Andrea had vanished, sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for longer. What Sherry didn't understand is why no one had approached her. She was sure she was still attractive, with a good body and welcoming smile. Yet still no one beckoned to her. She knew that many of these men were regulars, favoring their usual girls, but she was sure that couldn't explain everything. "The trick," explained Candy, "is not to wait for them. If they stop, they are looking for company, so go to them. If they're looking for Andrea or I in particular, they will tell you. Let's try. Andrea is off with someone. The next car that comes along, I will hold back. He'll be all yours. Think you can do it?" Sherry gulped, and nodded. It didn't take long for Sherry to get her chance, as a small sedan pulled to a stop at the curb, the passenger window rolling down. Sherry looked at Candy, but she had retreated into the darkness of the alley. Straightening her shoulders, Sherry walked to the car, trying her best to add a seductive wiggle to her step; afraid she was instead doing a convincing imitation of a waddling penguin. As she reached the side of the car, she leaned forward, into the window. Fighting the lump in her throat, she stammered, "He-hey baby. You, uh, looking for some, um, company?" The man in the car didn't seem to notice her hesitation. In the darkness, she really couldn't make out much of the man belonging to the voice, but she could here his response. "Sure, How much?" Sherry repeated the prices Tommy had taught her, the driver grunting his ascent. Not without some worry, Sherry opened the door and climbed in, directing the driver into the parking lot. As she came to a stop, she realized this client wasn't the best introduction to her new career, but she resigned herself to her task. The car stank of sweat, beer, and smoke. The driver snapped on the interior light, pulling out his wallet to count out the bills into Sherry's waiting hand. Ten twenty-dollar bills. Under the dome light, Sherry realized this man was about as far from her ideal as she could imagine. She could see the man's overhanging belly; sweat stained his dirty t-shirt. He hadn't shaved in days. Prompted by his expectant stare, Sherry climbed from the car and slipped into the back, the driver following. Sitting on the seat beside her, he loosed his belt, tugging his trousers and underwear down. Sherry helped him pull them free, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she saw the long brown "skid marks" that decorated his briefs. With a resigned sigh, she popped a condom free from its foil, dropping her hands to the man's lap, pushing past his gut to his short thick erection, rolling the latex down over the shaft. She leaned forward, dropping her face to the fat man's lap. To her horror, her nostrils filled with a telltale musky odor that told her this man had not washed his crotch in quite sometime. As her fingers pushed through his pubic hair, they caught in tangles that she realized was crusty dried cum, poorly cleaned up from a recent session of jacking off. Choking back her revulsion, she pushed her mouth down, glad for the latex sheath that kept her lips and tongue from actually touching the dirty shaft. Though she tried to bob her head up and down without touching more than the condom covered head, the john had other ideas, pushing hard on the back of her head, forcing it down, the shaft ramming hard against the back of her mouth. Overwhelmed, she gagged, her throat spasming around the latex covered tool, her nose and cheek crushed against the dirty, matted pubic hair. She fought for breath until she felt his hands loose, and she lifted her head, gasping for air. She wanted to flee the car, leave this grotesque pervert behind, without a backward glance, but something told her she couldn't do that, an insistent internal voice that overwhelmed any thought she had of not complying.. Instead of fleeing, she twisted around, pulling free her g-string and tugging her skirt to her waistband. The man beside her had reached out for her tits, mashing and twisting them blindly. She tugged her camisole up and over her head, hoping he would have better aim by sight. He did – instead of bouncing and flopping her chest about aimlessly, he zeroed in quickly on her nipples, twisting and pulling them painfully, in what he must have thought was some sort of seductive play. Deftly disengaging her chest from his grasp, Sherry turned her back to the little man, and, holding his penis upright, she rocked backward until it slid into her. While this position gave her the freedom to control her movement, and spared her from facing him directly and closely, it still allowed him access to her breasts, and he grabbed then fiercely, holding them like they were handles. With each thrust and motion, Sherry felt a painful jolt from her boobs, bringing tears to her eyes. She knew she would get no pleasure from this, so she focused on working the man's dick as hard and fast as she could, pumping him hard, squeezing with the muscles of her vagina, trying to coax him to cum and end her ordeal. Unfortunately, he was small, and the angle was not the best, and he slipped free repeatedly. Reaching down, she held him in, cradling his balls, coaxing him with hand and pussy and words. "Oh yeah, lover! That's it! Oh I want you so bad! That feels so good!" she lied, trying to make him feel good, "Fuck me baby. That's what I want! Yeah! Oh do me lover. Do me hard!" She kept that up, ignoring the pain of her bruised tits, until his hips bucked and his pelvis and balls went stiff, jerking until in a final convulsive spasm, he popped free, his dick thrusting between her thighs, the latex tip of the condom stretching until it burst with an almost audible pop. Sherry felt the hot gush of the man's putrid semen splash across her thighs, soaking her stocking tops. Sherry slumped, scooping the jism from her leg and wiping her hand clean across the seat back. As she redressed, she realized there was no way she was going to clean the sticky mess from the tight black nylon, so with a sigh she peeled her stockings off, with a faint sense of disappointment. She had thought the stockings completed her ensemble nicely, and she worried she wouldn't look good enough for the next men, but there was nothing she could do now. She balled the tights into a small mass around the sodden remnants of the torn condom and tossed them into a trashcan as she exited the lot. Sherry's New Job Ch. 05 After her bad first experience, things got easier. The next couple of men Sherry saw seemed normal. The first, a married man in his early thirties, was only interested in Sherry's mouth, looking to her for the blowjob he no doubt could not convince his wife to perform. Perhaps, thought Sherry, the guy felt that this was less of a betrayal than actually screwing her. After all, everyone remembered that, according to President Clinton, a blowjob was not a sex act. The next customer was a kid from one of the nearby colleges, a shy, awkward nerd devoid of social graces. The kind of kid that spent all of his time in the library or on the Internet. She wouldn't be surprised if, in a few years, he was pulling in a six-figure income. A better wardrobe, contact lenses, some dental work, and a lot more self-confidence, he might be beating the girls off with a stick. Sherry had fucked him, but she had to lead him through every step along the way. He had even acted embarrassed to look at her naked breasts when she peeled off her camisole and lifted her nipples toward his mouth. She couldn't be sure, but she rather thought that she had just helped him lose his virginity. The man she sat beside now – Todd, he had said his name was - was somewhat older, perfectly groomed and well dressed. She could tell just from the car - an almost new Lexus, gleaming, immaculate chrome outside, well-oiled leather within – that he was a man of money, refinement, power. All that she couldn't figure out is what he would be doing picking up a girl like her. The thought chilled her briefly. She knew she really wasn't this sort of girl, that she should feel comfortable around wealthy people and expensive things. She couldn't explain it. Tonight she felt like a spectator in her own body. She didn't know why, but what she did know is that right now, the most important thing in her life was to please this man, to do whatever he needed. "So, how much?" Todd asked. "That depends on what you want to do," she answered. Looking at the car, she knew he could afford whatever he pleased. "How much to fuck that tight little ass of yours?" The answer stopped Sherry dead. She instantly questioned her judgment of the man. He hadn't looked like the sort of slimy, dirty pervert that was into that sort of thing. She could not imagine any normal person getting turned on by that... place. She could barely touch herself there to wash; she couldn't imagine anyone who would touch that dirty spot voluntarily, especially on another person. She certainly couldn't imagine anyone normal being turned on by such filth. Then it hit her: she had no idea how to answer Todd's request. Tommy hadn't given her a price for that. She couldn't say no, so instead she quoted an outrageous sum, twice what he would pay for anything else. It didn't faze him. He flipped open his wallet, and calmly peeled a stack of bills into Sherry's shaking hand. She had no other choice. She slipped into the spacious back seat, Todd following closely behind. She was still a bit numb, knowing what she was expected to do, and mechanically went through the motions of lifting off her camisole, sliding her g-string down, and even unfastening the skirt. She folded her garments neatly, placing them on the back windowsill, carefully, delaying the inevitable. Through it all, Todd just sat back, patiently watching Sherry strip for him. He had already removed his pants and shorts, and his shirt hung open. He stroked his cock slowly, keeping it ready to plunge into Sherry. Sherry dropped down, reaching for his cock, licking her lips. She thought it ironic that she was looking forward to sucking his cock, a task she had deplored and refused to perform for even her husband just the day before, because she knew that sucking Todd off would at least delay something that seemed so much worse. Todd wasn't going to play along. He waved her off. "No, no, you know that's not what I want. Turn around." Sherry knew she had no choice, so she slowly spun around until her bottom faced Todd. She pushed her hips into the air. Todd climbed to his knees, his fingers tracing the line of Sherry's butt crack until he came to the small, puckered ring of her asshole. As his finger probed her gently, he was surprised to feel Sherry's whole body tense, not relaxing until his finger trailed down, across the sensitive flesh below, to her pussy. Ever so slowly, e ran his finger forward, up her slit, until it reached her clit. Now he twirled it around the small fleshy mound, and reversed the progress, down her slit and back to her quivering asshole. Todd was driving Sherry crazy. Each time his finger brushed her tight little anus, she felt her backside clench, the sphincter tighten, and her belly suck in. On the third such repetition, Todd wiggled his finger into her pussy, and then dragged his finger back to deposit the tiny amount of moisture in small circles around her clenching backside. She knew that if she was to help the process, she had to be wetter, so she reached down, stroking her clit and lips, slowly increasing her rhythm, until she felt her pussy growing wet. The sensations in her vagina distracted her momentarily, her ass relaxing, and Todd took the opportunity to stick his finger into her nether hole, depositing the slick juices he had been collecting into her tight little hole. Plunging his finger in, he worked it back and forth, in and out, feeling Sherry's sphincter alternately relax and tighten around the invading digit. At length, he could wait no longer. He replaced his finger with his latex-covered dick, running it down the crack. It stopped briefly at her hole, but continued on, until he could slip it into her pussy. As Todd pumped his cock into her vagina, Sherry briefly hoped he had changed his mind, judging her too tight or something. Her hopes were short lived, though, as he withdrew the cunt-juice slickened latex and quickly swung it up her butt crack. Lining up carefully, he applied pressure, the rock-hard head of his shaft prying wide her little hole, stretching her sphincter until with a sudden forward motion, he was in her. Sherry screamed at the sudden violation. "No!" she cried, tears in her eyes. "No! No! Please don't!" Her pleas unheard, she felt Todd begin to pound into her, harder and harder, his ball sack slapping her pussy as he rammed her as deep as he could go. Sherry frantically worked her clit, trying to distract herself from the feeling in her behind. Strangely, the job seemed to be becoming easier, as she felt her backside relax and the sensation of fullness engulf her groin, the pressure building until she knew it needed release. Without warning, she cried out, her lower body convulsing in a pulse-pounding, body-wracking orgasm. Electric spasms coursed through her body, across her belly, her pussy clenching and releasing in waves. Her asshole, too, reacted. Todd felt her already tight butt clench hard on his rod in time with her spasms, grabbing and relaxing, holding him deep in her, squeezing him like a cock-ring, until he could hold back no longer. He pumped as hard as he could, listening to Sherry's soundless gasps as he twitched deep in her bowels in his own silent release. Suddenly spent, they fell apart, Sherry pitching forward as Todd sunk back against the door. He watched as she just lay there, eyes pressed closed, gasping. He watched the gaping hole of her ass slowly closing, as her sphincter returned slowly to its customary state. He watched Sherry's hand drift back to her crack, a finger sliding down to her not-quite-closed hole, sliding in slightly, at then quickly backing out, to gently massage the abused ring of muscles that surrounded her puckered orifice. Finally, Sherry sat up, dressed, and walked gingerly away. Todd sat in the car, watching her go. This had been a great pleasure. It had been a pleasant surprise to find a hooker, especially one of this woman's age, who had still clearly been an anal virgin. He had seen her reluctance to even try this, but he had watched as the lure of money won out over her qualms. It confirmed in his mind the power he had over this class of people. He had always known that with his money he could have anything he wanted. This just reinforced that notion to him. Sherry's New Job Ch. 06 Sherry was happy for the break. A dark colored SUV had stopped at the curb, the driver engaged in an animated discussion with Candy. Andrea was gone with a customer. Sherry leaned on the mailbox and lifted her sore foot from the high heel she had been wearing all evening. She didn't know how the other girls did it. Her feet were killing her. Candy's heels were even a couple of inches taller than hers, giving the young girl the illusion of being much taller than her actual five feet. "Hey, Sherry! Come here!" Candy waved from where she leaned against the SUV's passenger door. Sherry jammed her foot back into her shoe and walked to the curbside. Candy looked into the darkened truck questioningly. Sherry heard the voice from within. "She'll do nicely. So, $200?" "Each," corrected Candy. "Each," Sherry heard the voice agree. Candy grinned at Sherry. "Hop in. We've got work to do." Candy climbed in to the passenger seat, directing the driver to the parking lot up the street as Sherry climbed into the back. Once they were safely parked, in one of the parking lot's pools of streetlight, the driver leaned in, with a few tugs pulling flat the rear seats, opening the back of the truck into a long, open platform. Sherry climbed in, followed closely by Candy and the driver. Candy smiled at Sherry, leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Just follow my lead." The younger woman shifted herself closer to Sherry, moving one arm around her shoulder, turning to face her. Still smiling, she leaned close to Sherry, bringing their faces even, and then she shifted forward, so that their lips met. Sherry was so startled, she pulled away briefly, but Candy pulled her back close, kissing her more fiercely this time, lips open, tongue extending into Sherry's mouth. Still surprised, but remembering Candy's admonishment to "follow her lead", Sherry opened her mouth wider and flicked her own tongue up to intertwine with Candy's. Candy's hand brushed across Sherry's belly, under her camisole, rising up until it cupped her breast. Candy's finger extended upward, flicking playfully across her hardening nipples, and she lifted Sherry's hand to her own chest. Sherry felt the swell of Candy's breasts beneath her filmy tank top, and without thought she cupped them and massaged them gently through the thin fabric. Now Candy had grasped Sherry's camisole, and pulled it up over her head. Candy's face dropped to Sherry's chest, her lips and tongue seeking out her sensitive nipples. Sherry threw back her head, a moan bursting from her throat. Smiling, Candy looked up from her efforts, and Sherry peered into her eyes, surprised at how young and innocent Candy looked in the half-light. Candy turned her face away again, trailing her tongue down Sherry's torso to her navel, the girl's hand slipped under Sherry's skirt, her fingers probing under the g-string and slipping slowly into Sherry's dark moist crack. The sudden shock of Candy's fingers entering her and twisting upwards to stroke her most sensitive inner recesses caused Sherry to start, her hand clutching involuntarily onto the young girl's shoulder. Teasingly, Candy withdrew her fingers, brushing them lightly up and down over the outer threshold of her vagina. "Not yet," she laughed. Straightening, Candy pulled her own top over her head, tossing it into the corner to lay in a heap with Sherry's discarded garment. Sherry shot a glance at their client. He was sitting, legs apart, back against the door. His cock was out, and he was stroking it gingerly, a huge grin splitting his face as he took in the two women's play. Sherry could now see that Candy had pulled free her remaining garments. In the dim light, she could see that Candy's crotch was shaved smooth and hairless, giving her a childlike appearance, though her actions were anything but childlike, as she rose to her knees and pulled Sherry's face to her chest. Sherry knew what she had to do, and she flicked her tongue across Candy's small nipples, sucking them into her mouth, using her tongue to bath them in hot saliva. She moved from one to the other, her hand caressing the vacant nipple, until she felt Candy's hand push down upon her head, gently at first, then with more urgency. As Candy rocked backward, Sherry felt her face guided down, past Candy's navel to the more intimate regions below. Sherry had never paid that much attention to other women's private parts, certainly she had never seen another woman's pussy as close as Candy's was now presented to her. Hairless, her legs parted, Sherry was surprised at how different Candy's slim lips looked from her own large, protruding labia. Almost more from curiosity, she reached forward to tug wide Candy's opening, seeing the depths beyond. She felt Candy's hand push more insistently, and Sherry dipped her mouth to the glistening hole before her. Sherry had some idea of what to expect. She had licked her fingers to provide moisture as she masturbated in the past, had kissed lovers fresh from pleasuring her orally. She knew what her own juices tasted like, but surprisingly, Candy tasted different. She had the same musky taste Sherry was sure all women shared, but there was something else, something minty. Some sort of douche, Sherry suspected. Not at all unpleasant. After a few strokes of her tongue across the outer lips, Sherry pushed in with more force, her tongue pushing in and out of Candy's dripping hole like a small, muscular cock. She felt her mouth fill with Candy's juices, felt them smear across her chin. Candy's hips twisted and rocked. Lifting her head from her partner's crotch, she saw that Candy had twisted her torso, and was now busily bobbing her head up and down on the driver's dick, sucking him as he stared across Candy's belly to where Sherry worked. Realizing she would have to work harder to keep Candy's attention, Sherry inserted two fingers into Candy, dropping her mouth to the small fold of skin that hid her clit. Obligingly, Candy pulled back on the hood, her small button coming to the fore. Sherry knew how she liked her own clitoris pleasured, and hoped that Candy was similar, as she set to work, alternately sucking hard on the fleshy pearl and teasing it with the barest of touches. Sherry dropped her free hand to her own crotch and began rubbing and stroking herself. As her tongue flicked faster and faster over Candy's parts, she could hear the evidence of her success, as Candy gasped and moaned. The client, too, was moaning as he watched Candy's thighs contract involuntarily around Sherry's head, pulling her in, until with a yell she clenched Sherry's head hard, grabbing her head, her hips and thighs spasming. Sherry was afraid she was going to suffocate, nose and mouth buried in Candy's crotch, or drown in the flood of juice that flowed from the girl's bucking gash, but soon she was free, as Candy slumped back, her thighs falling wide in release. Sherry lifted her face from the girl's vagina, pushing herself up to lie beside her. Candy turned to her, a lazy grin of satisfaction on her face. Clearly she had succeeded as well in her efforts to please the client, evidenced by a long wad of semen that decorated Candy's cheek from lips to ear. On impulse, Sherry ran to tongue across her young lover's cheek, gathering the spunk into her mouth, and then pressed her lips to Candy's. As their tongues met, the gobs of semen on Sherry's tongue mingled with the salty wad in Candy's mouth, and for a few moments they amused each other by passing the sticky mass back and forth. Finally, Candy pulled away. Sherry began to reach for her clothing, until she realized Candy hadn't quite decided to end the game. She felt her pretty young partner kiss her way down her torso, past her navel, to her own trim crotch. With a start, she felt Candy's tongue enter her hole, moving slowly up her parted lips to her hooded clit and back. Sherry was already wet and excited from fingering herself minutes before, and Candy didn't waste much time with the preliminaries. It took her only the briefest delay before her fingers began thrusting in and out of Sherry's wet hole, her tongue teasing Sherry's sensitive clit. Sherry felt the pressure building deep in her belly, forcing its way through her crotch, to the tiny nub of flesh around which her lover wrapped her lips. With a cry her body convulsed, her legs squeezing Candy's head, hips bouncing. Sherry's mind was swimming, an incoherent jumble of thoughts as she gathered Candy close and hugged her tight. She was suddenly brought back to clarity as the driver cleared his throat, reminding them of his presence, and, now that they were done, his impatience to have them out of his truck. As Sherry pulled her clothes on, she marveled in the sensations she had experienced. This was nothing like the lesbian experiences she had imagined, with cropped-hair dykes slamming their lovers with fat strap-on dildos. This had been so much more soft and intimate than she had pictured. She remembered that there were a few women at her health club, women that rumor had it swung both ways, or favored their own sex. Sherry had always been uncomfortable around them, avoiding their glances, and staying out of the showers and locker room until she was sure they would not be the sole occupants. As she climbed out of the truck, and slipped her arm into Candy's, the thought crossed her mind that maybe next time, she wouldn't worry quite so much about that. In fact, she might just try to arrange to find herself alone in the shower or steam room with one of these ladies very soon. Sherry's New Job Ch. 07 "Shit!" growled Tommy. "Just stay outta the way. These guys is bastards." He hopped off the can he had been sitting on and trotted toward the street. Ray looked across to where he was heading, surprised to see a police squad car pulled alongside the curb, and two cops emerging. "Wazup, my man?" Tommy stopped hooking his thumbs into his belt loops and nodding his head to the skinny cop that had just stepped out of the passenger door. From the other side, a big, beefy officer approached, flicking a cigarette into the gutter. Tommy nodded. "Officer Carelli. What brings you by tonight?" "Cut the shit Tommy. Who's the new girl? You holdin' out on us?" The fat cop inclined his head toward Sherry. "No man. Jus' some temporary help I brought in for the rush." Tommy looked up and down the empty street. "Yeah, well, even the temps gotta learn that this here is a nice, law abidin' neighborhood we've got, and we don't want it spoiled," the big cop growled, "Right Lance?" He grinned at the other cop, who just smiled and nodded, as he watched Officer Carelli grab the new girl by the arm and tug her towards the patrol car. *** Sherry had no idea what was going on. First the cops had pulled up, and walked over to talk with Tommy. She hadn't paid much attention, until a big hand grabbed her arm and tugged her in the direction of the car. She turned to Candy and Andrea, but realized that they had shrunken back away from her and were now standing well apart, their backs to the wall of the building behind her. She turned in the direction of the tug, as the big cop growled at her and dragged her to the trunk of the car. A hand shoved her roughly onto the trunk and she slumped forward, one arm twisted painfully behind her back, followed soon by the other. She felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs snap onto her wrists. A bright light flashed, from where she didn't know. She heard the big cop growl something, and then his face was peering over her shoulder right beside hers. She smelled the odor of stale coffee, cigarettes, and bad teeth, hot on her cheek. "Listen up," he said, as he kicked her legs wide and began running his big hands down her sides, looking, she assumed, for weapons. Tears welled in her eyes. "Around here, we got laws, and we got rules. As long as you're willing to keep things friendly, we just stick to some basic rules." His hands were now under the tiny skirt, pawing her bare butt cheeks. "Otherwise, the law gets involved. And once that happens, there isn't much I can do to help you. Got it?" She didn't, but she nodded anyway. The big cop's hand was now cupping her crotch. "So we're gonna go for a little drive, sort out whether you're going to be a rules kind of girl or a laws kind of girl." He grabbed her by the arm and slung her around the fender, to where his partner held the back door open. She felt herself tumble in. She wasn't sure quite what to think as they drove in silence, block after block, until Officer Carelli guided the patrol car into the empty parking lot of an old brick schoolhouse. The door opened, and she was once again tugged to her feet. "So like I was saying," the fat cop stood before her. "Around here, if you're nice to us, we're nice to you. So you got two choices. Be nice, or we're gonna have to run ya in. I'm sure Tommy won't be too thrilled, having to come bail you out in the morning. I'd hate to see that nice skin of yours getting all marked up." The big cop had stepped close, running his coarse finger across her cheek. "So what's your name?" "Sherry," she whispered. The big cop pulled her close. One hand reached behind her, tugging up her skirt, while the other moved to her front, pulling down the front of her g-string, and wriggling a thick, dry, rough finger between the lips of her vagina. "My name is Tony. Big Tony. My partner's name is Lance. At least, that's what our friends call us, and I have a feeling we're gonna be real good friends, aren't we?" Sherry nodded. She felt the handcuffs come loose with a click, and suddenly she was spun around, back towards the car. The other cop was already laying back across the bench seat of the cruiser, his trousers down around his ankles and his hand idly stroking his erect shaft. She knew he'd been staring at her bare ass. Tony gave her a shove. "Hey, Lance, meet your new friend Sherry." Sherry knew what she had to do. Reaching down, she untwisted her g-string from where it had tangled around her feet and tossed it onto the floor of the car. Then she climbed in, straddling Lance and shimmying forward until she took his dick from his hand, centered herself over him and plunged down, impaling herself deep on his throbbing member. At least, this was how she liked to ride. On top. In control. Able to adjust the angle so that his dick hit her in all the right places. She was just getting into a comfortable rhythm when she realized that maybe they had other plans. Lance reached up and tugged her forward, Tony helped with a shove from behind. She tumbled forward, seeing Lance's grinning face, his lips seeking out hers... only to watch it recede suddenly as her head jerked up, eyes wide, propelled by another sensation – the feeling of something huge and meaty ramming itself between her butt cheeks. Lance was still deep in her cunt, but she realized that in her position, her delicate anus was well displayed to anyone outside the car, and Tony – Big Tony, she remembered, and now she knew why – was certainly taking advantage of this, as he fiercely pushed the huge head of his meaty shaft hard against her tiny butt hole. She knew with Lance already in there, there would not be room, but that didn't stop Tony, as he dipped his hips and then thrust upwards again, redoubling the pressure against the upper rim of her tiny sphincter. All she could do was cry, and gasp, and grunt out inarticulate noises. And then it was in. Lance had stopped thrusting and it was Tony's turn to start pistoning in and out. She could feel the big penis filling her, the burning sensation as her asshole stretched beyond anything she had imagined possible, the friction as the big head dragged across her colon walls, bumping over the mass of Lance's dick just below in her vagina, the cramping sensation behind her navel as intestine and bladder and other organs were pushed aside to make room for the giant mass pounding so relentlessly into her bowels. As suddenly as it started, it stopped, and it was Lance's turn again. He pushed up, his dick shifting back and forth in her vagina, his pubic bone grinding relentlessly against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her, waves that seemed intensified by the fullness she was experiencing. Back and forth they went, Lance and then Tony, pleasure and pain, the pressure gripping her entire body as Sherry just gasped and groaned and fought to maintain some degree of control. Abruptly she felt the man below her, the one with his cock wedged tight in her cunt, push hard into her a couple of times, and felt the hot rush deep in her loins of his release, his cum splashing deep in her vagina, bathing her cervix. Within a few seconds, she felt his shrinking cock slip from between her soaking, dripping lips, as he panted and sighed beneath her. Only moments later, the big man behind her started pushing hard, and then, as hard and fast as it had went in, she felt his big cock pop out of her ass. As she started to breathe a gasp of relief, he grabbed the back of her neck, spinning her from the squad car and into the parking lot, pushing down as she crumpled to her knees. One hand still behind her neck, she saw the other hand holding hard onto the head of his dick, as he propelled it toward her face. She knew what he wanted, and she had no choice but to open her mouth. The thick fleshy shaft filled her mouth, pushing hard toward the back. The thick shaft rubbed across her tongue, and she felt it coated with a strange, gooey substance. Not cum, she thought. She had tasted enough of that tonight that she knew the taste and consistency by now. This was thicker... earthier. With a chill it hit her. Shit. She was tasting her own shit, fresh from her ass, eating it from this fat, disgusting cop's horrible penis. She wanted to gag, but she knew she couldn't. She knew that she had to do this. Without thought she pushed her shame, her revulsion, deep inside and instead worked her tongue around the big cock, flicking it along the underside of the head, where the heaviest concentrations of the brown goo clung, pushing the small chunks free with the tip of her tongue. Suddenly the great mass of flesh twisted and bounced hard in her mouth, and her cheeks and throat were burning, awash in his hot cum. She felt some erupt past her lips, drooling down her chin to fall below, though most she held in, swallowing hard to clear her throat, feeling the hot, salty jism and thick globs of shit roll past her tonsils. As the big cock fell from her lips, she took a deep breath and lifted her palm, scooping the last of the mess from her chin and, knowing what they wanted to see, raised it to her mouth and licked it clean. "At last," she thought, "this is over," when an exclamation from Big Tony boomed out, "Look at the fucking mess you made, you goddamned whore!" Confused, she looked up, into the bright light of the cop's flashlight, and then quickly turned her head away, looking down, where the flashlight pointed. Sure enough, square on the toe of the cop's dirty boot, she could see a thick glob of semen, shot through with the dirty brown and yellow smears of her shit. "Clean it up!" came the roar from above. She could almost picture his sadistic leer as he added, "Use your tongue. And maybe you should do the other one as well. Give me a nice spit polish, and maybe we'll just let you off with a warning tonight, heh, Lance?" Sherry knew that somewhere down deep she was stronger than this. She had the strength to stand up, look the pig of the man in the eye, and tell him to clean his own fucking boot. Instead, she leaned forward and dipped her tongue into the congealing puddle. It tasted like what it was – cold shit in cum sauce – but she slurped it up, gulping hastily to keep the vile ooze from sitting on her taste buds any longer than necessary, and then ran her tongue back and forth, feeling it grow coated with the dirt and grit from first one, then the other boot. When she was done, she got unsteadily to her feet, walked behind the car, and loosed the contents of her stomach all over the parking lot. Amid peals of laughter from the two cops, they guided her into the back of the car again, and as they pulled away, she wiped her lips and chin with a crumpled tissue from the deepest recesses of her purse. She realized it hadn't tasted any better coming up than it had going down, and by the time they opened the door at her corner, she had soon sprayed about half of Candy's breath freshener into her mouth. "We'll let you off with a friendly warning this time, doll," leered Tony out the window. "Next time we might have to get tough with you." Sherry's New Job Ch. 08 Ray watched as Sherry walked back from the curb, as the squad car sped away. For a minute he thought she was hurt, as she was almost limping, but as she approached he saw no cuts, no bruises, just an uncomfortable waddle in her step. Clearly the boys had used her pretty hard, but it didn't look like there was any permanent damage. He shot a look at his watch. It was getting late, and he didn't want to push this too far. The last thing he needed was for the drugs to wear off before he got her home. "I think we're done for tonight", he said, and moved across the sidewalk to exclaim a few words of thanks with Tommy, slapping his shoulder as he turned back to Sherry, to propel her back down the sidewalk to the now-familiar parking lot where they had left their car in what seemed like the long distant past. As they approached the small attendant's booth, Ray stopped. "Don't forget," he fixed Sherry with his gaze, "Tommy said you have to pay off the parking attendant on the way out." Sherry face mirrored her confusion. She pawed through her purse. "With what?" she thought. She had given all the money she had taken in to Tommy, just like she had been told. She didn't have her wallet with her. No money. No credit cards. She looked imploringly at Ray. He laughed. "Don't ask me. You don't give me enough money to have any cash left lying around by the end of the week. You know that. You must have something you can give him." She looked down. She had nothing of value. Heck, she barely had clothes on. That gave her an idea. She had something of value after all, something that men had been handing over money for all night. She walked to the door to the booth and swung it open. The boy inside – Sherry guessed he was just out of high school, probably not much over eighteen – had an unruly shock of blond hair and a wispy start at a goatee, which didn't conceal the smattering of zits that still marred his chin and cheeks. He looked up from his little TV, pushed his glasses up his nose, and swung his chair around, sticking his hand out. Sherry surprised him by not stuffing a wad of bills into his palm, instead grabbing it and using it to pull herself up into the tiny booth. She pushed his chair into the corner and leaned back against the counter. "I haven't got any money for you," she pouted. "But I know I owe you, so we're going to have to come to some other kind of arrangement." By now, she had levered herself onto the edge of the counter, and had positioned her feet to either side of the kid's chair seat, knees raised, thighs apart. His eyes were locked on the dark lace triangle that covered her pussy. Her hand slid down, pulling the scant fabric of the skirt further up, hooking a finger to either side of the small swatch of lace. She smiled as his eyes bulged slightly as she tugged, watching the thin patch of fabric disappear between the lips, parting them invitingly. The fabric now covered nothing but her clit and the few curls of hair above. "Don't you think we can work something out? After all, all night you just sit here, watching car after car pull in while all these guys get off. And what do you get for entertainment? This little TV!" She slid off the counter, dropping her hand to his lap, rummaging amid the baggy folds of denim until she found his penis, growing hard under the material. She leaned down to him, ran her tongue over his lips, and then stood straighter, lifting her camisole so that she could pull his face between her breasts. She felt his tongue touch her hot flesh. After hugging his face to her chest for a few minutes, she pushed back from him, tugging on his shirt to get him to his feet. Her other hand slid up from the hard shaft it had been holding until it found the baggy waistband of his jeans, the elastic of his boxers, and then plunged down, wrapping itself once again around the shaft. Pumping it up and down a few times, she realized he was already rock hard, a thin ooze of pre-cum at the head. She pulled her hand from his pants, making a show of bringing her palm to her face, running her tongue through the clear ooze he had left on her palm, as she looked at him coyly under her down turned lids, like a high-school girlfriend, not a woman old enough to be his mother. She dropped her hands once again to his waist, this time unfastening his button and zipper, letting the jeans drop in a heap, and tugged his boxers until his cock sprung free. With a giggle she stepped back, turned her back to him, and, with a quick glance over shoulder, leaned forward suddenly, dragging her panties down as she went. She flipped her skirt forward, rewarding him with a perfect full view of her trim ass. She stepped back toward him, grasping the counter and twisting with one hand, taking hold of the boy's penis with the other. With a few steps and a twist of her hips, she had arranged herself so she was leaning on the counter, legs spread, the still shocked attendant behind her, her hand holding his penis. She flexed her knees and pushed back from the counter, impaling herself fully on his erect cock in one hard thrust. "Ohhh!" She cried. She only had to push herself back a few times to convince him to take up the motion himself, grasping hard onto her hips and slamming himself forward, first slowly, then with determination. "That's it baby. Yes baby. Oh do it do it! Harder! Fuck me! Yeah! Like that!" Sherry urged him on, until she began having a hard time getting her breath as the boy rammed her mercilessly. Now, she could hear him, through his gasps, almost chanting. "Oh yeah. Take it you fucking little whore. Take it all you old fucking piece of cunt. How does this feel? Like this? Feel good, you dirty little tramp..." He was almost punishing her with his thrusts, her cheek and breasts bouncing off the counter with his every motion. Suddenly he pushed forward, hard, dragging back painfully on her hips. Sherry tried to pull away as the first wash of hot cum drenched her womb, but he hadn't quite stopped thrusting, and his next motion pulled him free, as another gush of milky white spunk splashed across her bare ass and over her skirt. The attendant twisted free from her, and took a deep breath, dropping back into his chair. Sherry still couldn't move, and she just clung to the counter until the kid pushed at her leg with his foot and growled, "Get the fuck out, whore." Sherry stumbled from the booth, her crumpled panties in one hand, trying to tug the skirt back down with the other. Her hand came away sticky from the cum-sodden fabric, and she felt more jism spilling down her inner thighs. She mopped at it ineffectually with her panties and then her fingers, afraid to leave a mess on the seat of Ray's car. Ray looked at Sherry, at the smeared makeup, disheveled hair, cum-covered fingers. "Let's get you home and into the shower." As they climbed into the car, Ray glanced back at the booth at the entrance. "After all this," thought Ray, "he better not try to charge us for parking!"