4 comments/ 63301 views/ 21 favorites The 3 Prices You Pay By: skirtnpantyhose Hey everyone! It's me again, Alex! Here's a true story that I've rarely told anyone, not even my husband. I choose to not tell this story because it's kind of embarrassing and makes me look less than desirable, but I had good reasons at the time. So here goes and bear with me! My dad always told me that in every choice you make there will always be 3 prices you pay, it's up to you to figure out which ones they are. I'm currently 28 and married to a very wonderful man who loves and takes care of me very well. I work at a high school and coach the cheerleading squad in my spare time. I've always been petite and spritely. I am 5'3 and 115lbs, I have shoulder length brown hair, bright blue eyes and have been told my perky 34B breasts and small nipples are my best feature. I honestly think that my legs with my 5 ½ shoe size are my best feature but that's OK if others think otherwise. I went to an all girls' Catholic school and was required to wear tights or nylons everyday. This never bothered me much because I loved the way they looked covering my legs. I'm probably the only girl on the planet who will admit to actually liking wearing pantyhose. I almost never wear panties with my pantyhose, this way I have no VPL (visible panty lines) and I figured that the pantyhose are covering up the essentials so what's the need? Plus, not to mention that I am always shaven 'down there' and the gentle rubbings of my nylons are a tender reminder of how sexy I am. Let me set the stage. I had just turned 18 years old and was off on my way to college. I had decided to go to a large university as my parents said it would 'give me character'. My older brother had gone there and said it was the greatest days of his life; no parents, total freedom and all the beer you could drink. So, like any good college freshman I set out on my way and moved all my priceless junk into a dorm room I shared with some total stranger. I got lucky with this stranger; she was extremely cute and adorable. She was a little taller than me with sandy blond hair and the most delightful smile. Her green eyes were very inviting and her pleasant demeanor made it easy to get along with her. She was fit and athletic like me and also came to college on her own not knowing what to expect. It wasn't long before we found out that we both were on cheerleading scholarships and would most likely be on the same squad! We both had just broken up with our boyfriends before we left for college and we were two single gals ready to take on college. Her name she told me was Mika. She was an exchange student from Russia and looked exactly like all those Russian models that I kept seeing on TV. She had a slight accent but if you didn't listen carefully you'd never know she was from another country. We unpacked our stuff and decorated the place with all of our girly pink ribbons, cards and random doo-dads that would make the place our own. We would go to parties all dressed up and try to impress guys, drink until we got sick and come home giggling the entire time. We spent too much money but it was all in good fun, you only go to college once right? Well, the good times only lasted about a month before my credit card bills showed up. They actually want me to pay them back? What's up with that? I know, I know. I screwed up big time. That cheerleading scholarship I got didn't go as far as I hoped it would, the stipend barely got me books with nothing left over for food or clothes. I didn't know what to do, I was lost. I could get a part time job, but then I'd have to quit cheering and then I'd lose my scholarship. I couldn't turn to my parents because they don't really make that much money, let along enough extra to pay my bills. I was stuck. I knew I had to cut down on my spending but cutting down alone wouldn't help my problem. I needed money and fast. I racked my brain trying to figure out what to do, until one day I was reading the local school newspaper in my room and saw an ad that caught my eye. It read: "Female Models wanted: No experience needed" I threw the idea out of my brain instantly. That was a horrible idea, probably some skeezoid loser who only did porn or something. Besides even if it was legit models are stupid bimbos who only care about looking good and eating ice chips as entire meals and that certainly wasn't me. I continued to look through the job ads and decided that I didn't want to stand on street corners and petition people to save the whales or whatever they were peddling. That was no help so once again, I was screwed. I threw the paper on my desk and decided it was a good time to sulk for a few days. I stayed in bed and rarely went to class. Mika was very sweet to me and stayed with me one day but had to get to class so she too didn't lose her scholarship. About a week later I was able to manage the strength to get out of bed and face the music. I had to do something or I was sunk. I could always stand on the street corner and beg right? I don't think I'd make too much in my bright pink hoodie and manicured nails saying I was penniless. After all of my ideas flopped I finally broke down and called the damned number asking for models. I rationalized it by saying, 'hey I'm cute little cheerleader, they better like me!' The phone rang as I nervously held the receiver to my ear. "(edited out) Modeling agency", a male voice said curtly. "Uhmm... Hi! I was uhh, calling about the ad" I blurted out anxiously. "Sure thing sweetie, how old are you?" He queried in a non-threatening smooth tone. "I just turned 18" I replied. "Good! Excellent! You sound like you have a cute little body on you, why don't you stop by for an interview?" he said in a very forthright way. "Uhh... Sure! That sounds great!" I smiled and giggled at the same time. I quickly jotted down the address he gave me. He told me to wear something cute that I would get paid for the interview so they wouldn't waste my time! I was so excited to finally have an option to pay my bills! I gave a cute girly, "Bye!" and bounced around my dorm room in excitement. I was finally going to be able to pay off my credit cards and live responsibly which was incredibly difficult as my roommate was hounding me incessantly to party with her. I would have to just hunker down and stop spending so much! For the next few days I was able to be worry free, knowing that this mess would soon be over. Finally, the day had come, I had it circled in my day planner and made sure it wouldn't conflict with my classes and study sessions. I planned it out so that I would go to class in the morning, run back to my room, get ready, dash off to the modeling gig and make it back in time to slip into my final class of the day. I was nervous that day when I awoke. I had so much to do and had no clue what was in store for me. I went arduously to my first class half sleep walking. Went we were dismissed I bounded out of my seat and skipped gleefully to my dorm room to get ready. I dropped my stuff off in my room and headed for the shower to get ready. I made sure to shave everything per my usual routine, that is everything below my hips and I mean everything. I made sure to shave my legs extremely closely because I wanted them to look extra perfect. I imagined the camera had some magnifying lens on it. I stepped back into my room with the towel wrapped tightly around my bosom. Mika had come back and was typing away on the computer to some guy over AIM or something. She turned to say 'hi' and asked me what I was doing showering mid day. I couldn't contain my excitement and had to share with her about the modeling gig I was going to. She jokingly said that if it went well I should pass her name on to them as well. I laughed and told her I would give it my best shot. Mika sounded just as excited as I was. She helped me pick out the perfect outfit to give me the 'model' look. She even helped me paint my toe nails while I painted my fingers. We decided that a French manicure would look best and appeal to everyone. I let my nails dry for a bit and laid out my clothes. After my nails were ready I put on a black halter top with a cute tie in the back and draped elegantly to the middle of my bare back. The top had a fairly long V down the front and gave a little peak of my breasts. I made sure the girls were firmly in place as there wasn't a bra to support them. I slipped into my blue silk skirt; it was just long enough and ended a few inches above my knees, showing plenty of leg. I really liked the skirt because it was wispy and thin. I did a quick pirouette in front of the mirror to see it flare out from my body and how it flowed and lay on my hips and thighs. I was pleased with the skirt; it was fun, spunky and said, "I'm fun and energetic!" I sat down on the edge of the bed and opened a pair of Nearly Nude pantyhose from Victoria Secret. I really liked their nude color because it really did look like I wasn't wearing pantyhose and really evened out the skin tone on my legs. I bunched them up and slipped them over my toes and flittered them up past my hips and finally to my waist. I ran my hands up and down each leg making sure that the nylon was even and not clustered up too much in one area. Mika picked out a pair of strappy black heels for me that I happily put on and clasped the straps around my ankles. I stepped up to the mirror and gave myself one more glance. I was very excited and pleased with how cute my outfit was, the top was playful but not too trashy, the skirt was fun and flowing and my manicured toes looked adorable in my nude pantyhose and strappy high heels. I told Mika goodbye and proceeded to find my car in the parking lot and off I went. I arrived at the address that was given to me and stared at the hotel neon sign and thought to myself, "This can't be right, it's a hotel!" I took a deep breath and figured that this had to be the place. I got out of my car and walked pasted the front desk clerk who seemed to be a mid 20's guy who couldn't take his eyes off me as I strolled past him and hit the elevator button. The doors opened and I pressed floor number 4. The elevator sent me up and made a quaint 'ding' as the doors opened once more. I read the sign on the wall that pointed me to the left towards room #413. I approached the door, took a deep breath and flattened out my skirt. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement, I'm sure I was shaking like a leaf. I managed enough courage to knock on the door 3 times lightly. A male voice behind the door asked who it was. "It's Alex, I talked to Anthony abou—" The door opened abruptly and I was greeted by a guy wielding a very expensive look video camera. I couldn't make out much of his face due to the camera; he seemed to be slightly muscular and very intent on watching me through the camera. "Hey, Alex! Come on in!" he said soothingly, panning the camera from my head to my toes and back up again. "Thanks" I said anxiously giggling to myself, clutching my handbag. I stepped in the room and the door latched behind me. I stood there trying to take in the hotel room. It was one of your typical rooms with 2 queen sized beds, a fairly large room. The average flowered bed spreads were neatly made and it looked like nothing had been touched. There was a camera bag over in the corner with its contents strewn about. As I investigated the room, standing still almost pressed against the door ready to bolt at a moments notice I saw another man sitting on the left side queen bed. "That's John" Anthony said peering behind him, the camera still fixated on me. John stood up and reached out his hand, I in turn reached out mine and shook it smiling and introducing myself. He sat back down on his bed and motioned for me to sit down on the corner of the right side bed. John looked to be in his late 20's and about 5'10". He had short brown hair and 3 day stubble. He was attractive in an older guy way, he was confident and had a slightly larger muscular type build with a few tattoos I couldn't quite make out under his black t-shirt and jeans. I sat down and crossed my legs, right over left. The nylon gliding easily against my thighs as I flattened my skirt over my legs. I sat up straight and waited for them to speak. An agonizing pause lasted a lifetime before John spoke up. He relayed to me that they were in town looking for possible models and using this hotel room as their main camp. He told me that I'd be paid $100 just for showing up and letting them take a few 'head shots' of me to send back to their supervisors. I nodded and told them that it sounded good and was willing to give it a shot. John stood up and retrieved a camera from the case on the floor and began taking pictures of me just sitting there, all the while Anthony was in the back corner still filming all of this. John complimented me on my body and told me to pose a bit for him. I sheepishly smiled and put my handbag on the other bed. I made a very lady like pose and stared deeply into the camera trying to look as sexy as possible, but more likely came out looking sillier than anything else. After a few more silly poses John asked me to stand up and model for him. He had me pretend to make a phone call on my cell phone, laughing and sharing a funny story with no one on the other end. He had me looking out the window gazing outside. He asked me to play innocent, to play mean, angry, sad and happy in various situations involving the hotel room and its contents. He continued to compliment me on everything, my hair, my legs, my clothes, and my smile and made sure I knew how well I was modeling for him. He seemed genuine and my nervousness subsided. It was easy to be comfortable with these two guys I had only met nearly an hour before. This really was beginning to be fun and I was really starting to get into it. Each pose became more and more playful, raising my skirt to show some thigh or lightheartedly pulling down my halter top to show off the tops of my breasts. I was sincerely having a good time and I'm sure it showed in the pictures. Plus the compliments John was giving me really emboldened me to be more daring. His words were soothing and made me fully believe that I was truly sexy. John had me sit down again on the edge of the bed and I again crossed my legs, still trying to remain 'model like' for him. John put away his camera and sat down on the other bed across from me. Anthony positioned himself behind John never letting the camera rest for a second. John explained that the photo shoot was almost over and asked me to produce my driver's license so that they could have it on file and make sure I was really 18 like I said I was. I happily obliged and handed over my ID. John jotted down my information on a clipboard he had and handed over the clipboard to me. John said that it was a standard release form that every model has to sign before they could get paid. He told me that the pictures would only be seen by his supervisor and would only be used if they decided to pick me up for more gigs. I trusted his words and hurriedly signed the lengthy form hoping to get paid. John thanked me and said that he wanted to take a few more pictures before I left to make sure he got all my 'good angles'. He had me sit on the bed propped up with my back against the headboard and my legs stretched out in front of me with my ankles crossed. I playfully posed again, showing off some thigh by lifting my skirt slightly and making kissy faces at the camera. John asked me to look mischievous and pull down my top again to show off the tops of my boobs. I leaned forward and hooked both my hands into the V of my top and pulled it down. John hovered above me trying to get a good shot of my cleavage. Suddenly I felt John's hand dancing around my neck and my halter top strap being swiftly untied. I reactively jerked my hands against my breasts making sure the top didn't tumble down. I looked up at John shocked and a little confused. John told me that even top models have to have the illusion of nudity sometimes. I held my top and breasts up with one arm and furrowed my hair with the other. The idea seemed legitimate to me, but a little perplexing, 'why now, why not before?' I thought. He complimented me again on my breasts and said that they looked perfect from 'his point of view'. John stepped back and waved a $100 in front of me. He told me that this was my payment and placed it in front of me just far enough to wear I had to get up and stretch out to retrieve it. I bent over and stuffed it into my handbag only to look up and see John displaying another $100 bill in his hand. I stood there with my legs spread somewhat and wondered what he was up to. "This is for you..." he trailed off. I reached out to take it from him and he took a step back and said, "...if you let that top drop". He smiled with the money in one hand and the camera in the other. Anthony repositioned himself again to get a better view of my response. The words, 'what the hell' flew cross my mind as I begrudgingly lowered my hand holding up my halter top and let it flop down around my waist. I placed my hands on my hips and looked at John expectantly. Both men smiled and earnestly pointed their cameras at my breasts. John's camera clicked wildly all the while moaning to himself about how firm and supple they looked. Finally the clicking stopped from his camera and he bent down to cram the money into my handbag. My breasts were now completely up for the taking as they were bare for the two men. The cool room instantly turned my nipples into tiny hard torpedoes at which John whispered, "Goddamn!" I felt totally exposed. As I stood there I desperately wanted to cover my breasts but I fought the urge knowing that doing so might lose me the extra money. John stepped forward still viewing me through his camera and reached out with his free hand to brush his fingers against my left breast. His fingers circled my nipple as he gave it a light pinch. Almost instantly I felt my plumbing turn on full tilt as I sensed my pussy becoming wet. I still can't explain why that happened, maybe it was because I hadn't been with a guy in a while or perhaps it was the compliments John's kept giving or maybe it was the exciting and naughty experience of being filmed. Whatever the reason I didn't fight it. John took a step back and asked me what size they were. I told him, "a full 34B!" John seemed pleased with that answer and told me again that they were amazing, soft and very tight. He asked me to grab them, squeeze them together and play for the camera. My body seemed to have a mind of its own as I felt my hands cup my breasts and do exactly that. I smiled and licked my lips seductively. I couldn't fathom that I was standing here in front of two men crazily filming me play with my breasts! I felt so bare; it was embarrassing and erotic all at the same time. John instructed me to sit back down on the bed and lay back. I parked myself on the edge of the bed and laid down on the bed, my breasts jiggling and my nipples pointing to the ceiling. John quickly floated above me snapping shots of my bare breasts and smiling face. I crossed my arms under my breasts and compressed them together giving John a coy smile. John clicked the camera when he found a good angle, which seemed to be just about every millisecond. He let his left hand fall from the zoom mechanism and snapped away with his right hand. I felt his left hand on the inside of my left thigh, his palm resting gently between the top and inside of my nyloned leg. He moved his hand higher and under my skirt. I stared at the camera and let out a faint sigh as I parted my legs for him. He finally reached the cotton panel of my pantyhose and danced his fingers firmly around my clitoris. The 3 Prices You Pay I closed my eyes and licked my lips at the sensations of his fingers on me. My breathing intensified and became deeper. My hips squirmed noticeably under his touch. John must have looked away from his camera because he looked down on me and said: "Ooh, sweetie. Damn! Were you prepared for something? No panties, makes such a bold fashion statement!" he brazenly stated. I tried my best to explain that I never wear panties with pantyhose, but they didn't care. All they heard was 'No Panties' and instantly made the assumption out loud to each other that I was indeed prepared for 'something'. I could feel my thin wispy skirt bunched up around my waist and my pantyhose covered pussy was easily seen by the two men. John pressed harder against my clitoris. I gasped lightly just as he snapped his camera to catch my response. "Mmm, that feel good sweetie?" John asked I nodded in approval. "Good" John hissed removing his hand from my mound. I was just getting comfortable with his advances when he stopped hovering over me and stepped back a pace or two. "Now it's your turn!" John smirked. Once again I found my body having a mind of its own as I noticed my right hand dance its way down my stomach to the silky cotton patch on my pussy. His touches had ignited the tingling sensations that I had to release. I mean, I had already gone this far, what was a little further going to hurt me? I flattened my fingers and made light swirling motions across my clitoris. This opened up the flood gates as my pussy became wetter with every slight stroke. I snaked my hand under my pantyhose and slid my digits over my slick pussy. My freshly shaved mound intensified the sensations. I pressed moderately with three fingers and began clockwise circles. My motions matched the increasing tingling sensations with a faster pace. I arched my back and pushed my breasts into the air, closing my eyes tightly. "Whoa! Alex! Let's see what you've got under there!" John exclaimed. John turned to Anthony and said, "How much you wanna bet she's got a landing strip or lightning bolt or something?" Anthony chuckled to himself and said, "I got 10 bucks on shaved". The position of having my legs dangle over the bed was getting uncomfortable so I moved up on the bed fully and rested my head on the neatly pressed pillow at the head of the bed. I had a good view of my chest and legs from this viewpoint. I bent my knees at a 45 degree angle and rested my high heels on the bed spread. I lifted my hips off the bed and felt my breasts nearly hit me in the face. I readjusted my skirt so that it was neatly around my waist and out of the way. In the same motion I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my pantyhose and rolled them down to the mid point of my thighs. I relaxed my hips and let them plop down on the bed. Spreading my knees to a V, I could see John and Anthony pointing their cameras directly at my moist pussy. Anthony noticed my cleanly shaved area and laughed, "HA! I knew it! Pay up bitch!" John just snarled at him and tried to ignore him by clicking photos of me. John encouraged me by saying, "keep going sweetie". I wandered my right hand back down to my glistening pussy. My fingers danced around my clitoris pressing firmly to get the full effect. My legs and hips strained as I tried to open my legs wider, but I was trapped by my pantyhose. My left hand slinked to meet my left breast and cup it gently. Holding it as if holding a delicate egg; caressing it and messaging it. I once more started the concentric circles sending more pleasure waves through my body. My hips bucked upwards aggressively trying to get every last once of pleasure from my strokes. I shut my eyes tightly as I felt the intense flutters of an orgasm building up. I nabbed my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gave it minor pinch which only added fuel to my already growing shock waves traveling through me. I've always been a bit of a "screamer" as guys have told me and this was absolutely no different. As I passed the mid way point on my way to orgasm-ville, my mouth flew open to let out a cry of pleasure in a long drawn out "Ahhh". Both men were immediately drawn to me and came ever closer. Their lenses focused directly on me as I teased myself. I rubbed harder on my clitoris sending more powerful waves through my body. I could feel the orgasm building. My gasping and audible noises became louder as it became stronger. I felt my body pass the 75% point, then the 80%. My moans became short breathy screams. My fingers became drenched in my juices as I ramped up the swiftness. 85%. I plunged my middle finger inside my pussy angling my hips skyward to get the best angle. My lips instantly sucked my finger inside covering it copiously with wet slick liquid. I screamed as it entered me. I moved my middle finger in to the second knuckle and wiggled my finger around to find the good spot. As I found it I removed my finger and progressively began finger fucking my pussy, each time hitting that one magical spot. 90% My body squirmed beneath me. I struggled to open my legs wider, but once again I was foiled by my pantyhose, locking my legs in a moderately spread position. I increased the pace of my finger fucks as well as tightening my grip on my one nipple. By this point in my performance I had lost track of where I was and who was doing what in the room. I knew that in the room were two men staring at me through camera lenses, but I didn't give a shit, all that mattered was my orgasm, to hell with whatever anyone else was doing. 95% My screams at this point were loud enough that I'm sure the neighbors next door could hear what was going on. I hoped they enjoyed the show because I sure as hell wasn't going to stop now. My silky French manicured toes curled in my strappy shoes. My body craved more and more. My finger leaped into my pussy at each thrust making slurping noises from the wetness. I gripped my nipple with the other hand and squeezed almost as hard as I could. Just like an automatic "Give Alex an orgasm" button.... BOOM!! My body was rushed with intense orgasmic sensations. I screamed at the top of my lungs. My body shook violently as I was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. This continued to go on for several minutes before it finally subsided. I cannot accurately describe how intense it felt, but I know for a fact that at the time, it was the best orgasm I had ever brought to myself. After several diminished after shocks; my breathing slowed to low deep breaths. I panted like I had just sprinted a mile, my body was warm and content. I opened my eyes to see John and Anthony staring at me. I giggled out loud and bit my lip. Both of their eyes were as big as saucers. "Damn sweetie that was impressive!" John said magnanimously. "You really went to town there!" John put down his camera in its case and sat down on the other bed, looking at me, sprawled out on the bed. My head was swimming from my orgasm. "My ex-boyfriend used to call me D.J. Scribbles!" I laughed as I tried to compose myself. Both John and Anthony snickered at my comment and made comments back and forth about my "DJ-ing abilities". I rested for a brief moment and decided to collect myself and my clothing. I elevated my butt and rolled my pantyhose back up to my waist, again smoothing out the material making sure it was in place. I stretched out my legs in front of me and pulled down my skirt to its original mid thigh placement. I sat up and flung my legs over the edge of the bed. I looked down and picked up the two dainty little straps of my halter top. I drew my top back up and tied it around my neck. I checked to make sure that my breasts were firmly in place and combed my hair with my fingers, trying my best to look as presentable as possible despite the stunning orgasm that I'm sure was clear on my face. "Over here Alex!" Anthony piped up finally. He beckoned me to the end of the bed. I moved slowly over to the far edge of the bed, facing away from the head board. I crossed my legs again, feeling the silky nylon material against my legs. I squeezed my legs together and felt my wetness. My juices soaked into the cotton panel of my pantyhose making a squishing sensation. I leaned back and rested my body weight on my hands and arms. I looked over my shoulder to see John stuffing more money into my handbag. "This is for you sweetie; for the really good show" he smiled and sat down on the edge of the other bed behind me, near the night stand and out of sight. "So... Ms. Scribbles" Anthony paused as he got my attention, swinging my head back to meet his gaze and the eye of the video camera. "Here's the Q and A section of our photo shoot. Are you ready?" He asked coyly, knowing that after my little performance I was pretty much game for anything. I nodded that I was ready. "Ohhh... Kay! Good!" Anthony got more animated and excited. "So, do you do that often?" He referred to my masturbatory show. "I dunno, I guess so" I said smiling not really knowing how to answer the question. "Mmm, excellent!" He smirked behind his camera, "so you must have done that for your boyfriend, huh? Ms. Scribbles!" I laughed; "yea, I did" I nodded. "Hehe, good. Is that smoking little body a virgin?" he blurted out. "Nope!" I said proudly. "Perfect hun! You suck dick?" "Yep, I do" "You like it?" He queried. "Yep yep!" I said cheerfully. "Oh really? Love it?" he pressed. "Actually, I do!" I exclaimed, giggling again from embarrassment. "Excellent!" Anthony exclaimed. I felt something brush up against my shoulder. I spun my head around to see John's semi hard dick sticking out of his trousers. His dick was limp but was already bigger than any of my past boyfriends. I glanced at it and then up at John, his eyes met mine and he smiled. Anthony spoke again, "now Ms. Scribbles, be a good little good girl and see what you can do with that!" I swiveled my head back around to see Anthony waving two crisp $100 bills in my face. I felt John grab my right hand and bring up gingerly up to his penis. As if on command my hand encircled his dick and grasped it delicately. I bit my lower lip as I stared at his thick pole. His massive balls dangled below his manhood like fuzzy dice on a rearview mirror. My body took control of me again. Another, "what the hell, fuck it" flashed through my brain as I closed my eyes, parted my lips and sunk down on him. His dick easily filled my mouth as it began to grow. It quickly became hard as I pulled back as not to choke on his bulging tool. I licked the head like an ice cream cone before once again plunging my mouth over his dick. My thighs squeezed together and I felt my wetness against my pantyhose again; a gentle reminder of how aroused I had made myself earlier. I held his dick in my mouth for a second as I realized how slutty this must have made me look. I pulled his dick out my mouth and gazed at it, my hand gripped the base of his manhood firmly. Its enormous head pointed directly at my face. He was fully erect now and it looked angry and ready to pounce. "You like sweetie?" John asked with a coy smile. My eyes darted from his penis up to meet his. I nodded a little scared of his size. John chuckled to himself and placed his hand on the back of my head. He interlaced his fingers in my hair and guided my face back onto his rigid pole. I pushed back against his hand trying not to get fully forced into sucking him. My neck tensed against his hand, but he was too powerful. The head of his dick got closer and closer to my face. The blood filled head surged with anticipation as it pressed against my lips. I reluctantly opened my mouth and allowed his dick to penetrate my parted lips. John slowly steered my face down further on his dick. His girth stretched my lips further than anything had previously. At about the midway point on his shaft my mouth had completely filled up. I could take no more. "Oh fuck yes!" John hissed, "Take all 10 inches baby! Suck this cock good!" My eyes widened to the size of saucers when I felt his big muscular hand grab my hair tightly and began pushing me further. I let my hand fall from his penis. Both of my hands shot up to his hips as I braced myself and with all my might I tried to retract my face from his dick. I squealed and whimpered as I felt the head press against the back of my throat. I began to cough and choke. Mercifully, he relaxed his control of my head and I sprang back. I tried to regain my composure and struggled for breath. John laughed heartily. "How was that sweetie? That your first big man cock?" I stared at him innocently and nodded, 'yes'. John smiled again and firmed his grip again on my hair. He pushed my face towards his dick again with conviction. I opened my mouth again, afraid that if I didn't I would be stabbed in the face with his hard organ. He pushed my mouth down on him and it again struck the back of my throat. My mouth began to salivate uncontrollably as I could not swallow. He pulled my face back and thrust my mouth into a nose-dive. My throat felt the familiar thud from his dick. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to concentrate on not choking and breathing through my nose. My dainty hands pressed against his hips begging to take no more. John pulled my head back and repeated the motion several times, each time pressing the head of his rigid dick to the back of my throat. "This is how you suck a real man cock sweetie!" John chuckled, "Suck it like a good slut." John then loosened his firm grip on the back of my head and motioned for me to continue. His hand still holding my head as if to say, 'you better do it right'. I reached up with my right hand and made a fist over his dick. I pulled my head back, still holding his bulbous head between my lips. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. I decided that it was now or never and threw myself on his dick. I shoved as much of his throbbing dick in my mouth as I could. I held it for a second and tried to get used to the sensation. I pulled back and repeated the action, diving back on him. My lips weren't even close to meeting my hand as I swallowed what I could. John instructed me to stroke him as I sucked him. I did my best to match my strokes with my bobs. Each down stroke was matched with my mouth falling further on his unit. John groaned with pleasure as I increased my pace. I got comfortable enough to let my left hand drop from his hip and rest gently on my pantyhose covered knee that was delicately draped over the other knee. John must have noticed my comfort level because he let his hand drift away from the back of my head. I continued to work his dick in my mouth up and down, trying my best to replicate what he showed me. Which each drop of my head on his wetting dick I could feel my pussy salivate in beat with my bobs. My head began to swim again as I felt his dick pulse inside my mouth. I knew that I was doing a good job. John reached behind me to once again untie my halter top. With a swift flick of the strap my top fell down once again exposing my breasts to him and Anthony. I heard John moan again as he reached down and fondled my left breast. He groped around searching for my nipple. Finally, he found what he was looking for and gave my nipple a quick and solid tweak. A yelp escaped between his dick and my lips as it surprised me. He slapped my breast and let it swing. He reached over and did the same to my right breast. He man handled my breast, gave the nipple a sharp squeeze and slapped it to watch it sway. Both of my nipples were now fully hard and stung slightly. I tried to ignore the jostling of my breasts and focus on sucking his dick, but it was too much to disregard. I uncrossed my legs and recrossed them, this time left over right. The nylon slid gently over my legs and tickled my pussy. I squeezed my thigh together with a squish. I felt my juices soaking my pantyhose. With another pinch of my nipples my mind went blank and into wanton mode. I threw my face onto his dick, increasing the tempo. My hair dangled back and forth as I sucked his dick. I stroked him forcefully trying best to get him to cum. I wanted his cum in my mouth so badly. His dick had a salty taste and musty smell. It smelled and tasted like what I thought a real mans dick would be. It was huge and angry, it made me feel small. My tiny hand could barely get all the way around it. Without warning John pulled his dick out of my mouth. It came out with a wet 'plop' as he took a step back from me. John shooed my hand off his tool and held it out straight as if he was wielding a fleshy sword. John took a step closer to me and again I was face to face with his penis. I looked up at John not sure what to expect, he had not been saying anything so I didn't know what was going to happen. I looked back down at his spit glistened dick and watched as he raised it, pointing to the ceiling. I thought he wanted me to lick and play with his balls. This was the first time I noticed that John was totally shaven, not a hair to be found. It was erotic to see his smooth balls dangle in front of me. I guess I had not noticed because the entire experience had been a shock to me, or maybe I was just so engrossed with that massive tool not to pay attention to anything else. I leaned forward to take his balls into my mouth when I saw his dick make a sudden move. He swung his dick down like a falling tree. The head smacked me directly on the right cheek. I froze, stunned by being 'cock-slapped' as John told me. I felt my cheek drenched with a combination of my spittle and his pre-cum where his dick had landed. I was stunned as John brought his dick back and struck my left cheek from the side in a left to right motion. He struck me on the right cheek in a reverse of the same motion. Now both of my cheeks were moist he brought his balls to my mouth and told me to place them in my mouth. Dutifully, I opened my mouth and sucked a ball into my mouth. It was smooth and warm. It was slightly salty and tasted of sweat. He raised his dick up again and let it fall squarely on my forehead; it rested there as I mouthed his testicles. He picked it up again and repeated the slapping motion. I looked up and could barely see around his thickness, his dick releasing its pre-cum and spit onto my forehead. He picked it up again and let it slap my forehead. I flinched as it came crashing down with a wet crack. John ripped his sack from my mouth; I was glad that I had only used my lips because I'm sure I would have taken a bit of skin because I was sucking so gratuitously. He again clutched his shaft and cock-slapped my left cheek and nose leaving a trail of wet sticky ooze. I felt Anthony move to get a better angle of John's dick having full reign of my face. John stepped back and lowered his jeans and took them off. I noticed that he hadn't been wearing any underwear. I wondered if this was their plan all along. Those thoughts quickly rushed out of my head as John indicated for me to stand up. My head was already spinning and it only got worse as I stood up, a little too fast I have to admit. As I rose from my seat my legs got a little wobbly and I wasn't up to the task of standing in my heels. I fell forward and into the arms of John. John hugged me and said, "Ohh darling, just can't wait for it, huh?" "I guess not" I let out a little smile. "Well good, let's just see what we can do about these" John said implying my halter top and skirt. John reached for my top and started pulling it up. I raised my arms above my head and it was off, caste away and flung across the room. John looked at my breasts and saw the dazed look in my face. He placed both hands on my hips and flipped me around, my ass and back facing him. The 3 Prices You Pay John grabbed the zipper on the back of skirt and unzipped it. It fell with one fell swoop to the ground. I stepped out of it and John kicked it aside near my top. John had taken his shirt off in the process and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his dick pressing against the crack of my ass and up the small of back. My head naturally fell back on his shoulder, exposing my bare neck to him. He bent his neck and kissed my neck passionately as his hands wandered my body. His hands started on my hips and snaked their way around my silky hosed thighs, up to my stomach and finally up to my breasts. I felt my body melt as he groped me, his big hands stroking my torso. His hand shifted and progressed down my flat tummy, over my navel and inside my pantyhose. I felt his fingers work their way around my pussy and instantly inside me. "Mmm, that good sweetie?" John moaned in my ear. "Uh huh" I managed to squeak out under my breath, my eyes closed rolling back in my head. "This cunt is good and wet. This bitch is ready to go!" John announced to Anthony, still pointing his camera at me, trying his best to get me in full frame. I sensed Anthony's presence and his lens getting every detail of my total abandonment towards John. John barked at me to get on the bed. I crawled on all fours onto the bed, my knees barely on the edge almost falling off. John instructed me to arch my back and present my ass to him. Obediently I did as I was told; I braced myself with my hands and arched my back pressing my butt upwards. My hair fell down in front of my face and I could feel my nipples grazing the bed spread as they swung gently. Anthony moved to get a better shot of John as he approached my ass. I felt John caress my inner thighs and sigh under his breath. He finally reached the wet cotton panel on my hose and massaged the soaked material into my clitoris. My butt squirmed under his touch. "Damn that's tight" John called out to Anthony as he gave my nyloned butt cheek a medium hard smack and watched it jiggle. "Look at that Tony, not even a little ripple. Such a tight little ass on this bitch" John continued to rub his open palms over my silky butt, squeezing my cheeks. John gave my butt cheek another slightly harder smack. I yelped at his spank, John seemed to like my response and gave me another spank that elicited another whimper from me. John turned to Anthony, "Let's take a good peek under here, shall we?" He said into the camera. John placed a set of fingers from each hand into the waist band of my pantyhose and slid them down to the middle of my thighs. My pussy lips were now exposed and I could feel a cool breeze flow over them. John motioned for me to spread my knees apart. I tried to open my legs but again I was foiled by my pantyhose. I could only open my legs so far without my hose constricting, the farthest I could reach was about a foot wide. "Damn!" John cried. John placed an open palm over my pussy and wiggled it around. "What's that shit taste like?" Anthony challenged John. John bent down and stuck out his tongue. I felt his warm tongue flick across my swollen clitoris and I jumped slightly as it surprised me. I felt my pussy tremble as John reported back, "Tastes like sweet, sweet honey, man!" Both men laughed to themselves and stared back at my shaven pussy neatly presented to them. John put his hand back on my smooth lips and moved it around, his fingers dancing over my mound. John slipped a finger inside me and pumped it in and out quickly. John put another finger inside me and finger pumped me again, this time his fingers came out with a slurp. "Shit! This tasty wet cunt is tight as hell, man!" John said surprised at what he had found. "That thing is hot enough to cook a fucking turkey!" I lowered my head and let my hair fall down in front of my face. I was aware of their eyes looking at my shimmering wet pussy. I felt John grab my left hip with his hand and grip it tightly, holding my ass in a steady position. John's dick touched the entrance to my pussy and parted my lips. "Make sure you get a shot of this shit, dude" John commanded as Anthony shifted around. My legs strained against the elastic nylon waistband of my pantyhose. The silky material bunched around my thighs became taut as I tried to open my legs further, knowing that doing so would make for a smoother entrance. John positioned himself directly behind me, now grabbing both hips with both of his big calloused hands and seizing my hips. The head of John's thick dick split my lips and inched its way forward only to stop before the entire head was inside me. "Shit this cunt is so ready dude. I can feel her pussy trying to suck me in! HA!" John cried. "You ready baby?" He asked me, as if I had an option to say 'no'. I nodded my head not looking back, knowing that his enormous tool could effortlessly split me in two. John whispered "Alright Tony, 1...2..." Even before he got to three, John took stance, tightened his hold on my hips and in one expeditious ear splitting movement, yanked my entire body towards him. My pussy sank full tilt on his dick. I felt my wall stretched far beyond anything I had previously experienced, I shrieked at the sudden deepening and widening of my pussy. All the blood in my body rushed to my pussy as it quaked and shook from the abrupt slamming. I grasped the bedspread and tried to grit out the insertion. "Aww, poor little cunt not used to man cock, huh? Let's just wait here a second so you get used to it" John chuckled at me in a sarcastic tone. My breath was taken away and I was panting. I was able to squeak out a 'thank you' to John between breaths. I sighed heavily into the blanket and relaxed my death grip on the bedspread. By the time I could have counted to three, John barked, "Times up cunt!" John pulled his hips back just far enough so that the head of his dick was inside me. My pussy felt like it was an empty gaping cavern, split beyond repair. Just as quickly as that thought entered my head, John shoved his dick straight inside me. I let out a noiseless scream as he pierced me. John repeatedly pumped his dick inside me over and over again, ramming it home each time. I bit the comforter for dear life as he fucked me. It had suddenly occurred to me that I didn't remember John putting on a condom. Oh, shit! I certainly hoped that depth didn't matter when it came to getting pregnant, because if it was a factor, I was screwed. John continued to push and pull my ass towards him and away from him. Each stroke ended in the tell tale sign of my butt slapping his pelvis, letting the whole world know that his dick had fully penetrated me. I finally caught my breath and stopped biting the blanket. My mouth opened and began to scream in concert with John's thrusts. Each strike of his penis was matched with an equally loud shriek. The walls of my pussy tightened around his dick and flooded it with my juices, trying its best to accommodate the large tool it was being asked to take. John surged on, pumping me full to the brim with his dick. His manhood made squishing noises as it entered and exited me. My screams became more staccato in nature with short and sharp yelps. My breasts swayed in time with his movements, swinging freely. They bounced so violently that they nearly slapped me in the face half the time. John leaned over and pressed his chest on my back. He reached around with both hands and cupped my dangling breasts. His pace picked up with quick and rapid pumps. My voice shook and vibrated as I let out a long high pitched howl. John fumbled about with my breasts, kneading them like sacks of flour. John pressed his hips heavily against me, I tried my best to hold my position but it was too much and I fell forward laying face down on the bed. John was obviously displeased by this and immediately pulled himself off of me, his dick ripping itself from me with a drenched squishy sucking sound. I lay there still trying to catch my breath and regain some poise. John would have none of this as he ordered me to turn over. I rolled over on to my back with my legs closed, my legs stretched out in front of me weak and flopping over the edge of the bed. John reached for my hosed ankles and grabbed them with both hands, effortlessly encircling my dainty silk covered ankles in his palms. He pulled me so that my butt was on the edge of the bed and elevated my legs straight up in the air. I wiped the errant hair away from my face and watched as John slid my nude pantyhose past my knees and finally clustered them at the base of my ankles. He grabbed a handful of my pantyhose, right where the cotton panel was and all the subsequent nylon material had gathered. I stretched my ankles apart but could only manage to part them about 18 inches. Even if I had wanted to move my feet John had such a tight grip on my hose that it would have been impossible. John, with his hand clutched around my pantyhose commanded my legs by pushing them straight back towards me. This elevated my butt off the bed and pointed my pussy straight up towards the ceiling. I watched John through my parted knees, use his other hand to guide his dick, centering it on my pussy. He aimed carefully and rammed it in with one quick jab. I lost my breath again as all the blood from my head rushed away. I tried to keep my legs as straight as I could, if I had bent my knees my heels would surely stab him in the face. I felt John use all of his weight as he dropped his dick deep inside me. This was certainly further than he had gone before and it made me yelp in pain. I lay there as John told me he was going to 'pile-drive' me. My toes curled sharply as he pulled back and slammed me once more. My feet and ankles squirmed against my hose as he held the material tight. He pushed my knees closer to my face as if to fold me in two. My ankles were now just inches above me as I gritted my teeth and clutched the bed spread mightily with both hands. My legs began to give way at the strain John was putting on them. My hamstrings were aching and starting to quiver. John repeatedly would rear back hips and drive his dick home, my breasts slammed towards my face and sprang back again each time. One of his thrusts was so powerful I could have sworn I tasted his dick in the back of my throat. With one mighty hammering blow John grunted loudly. My swollen slick pussy tightly gripped his dick and felt his unit begin to pulsate. I could feel his massive tool expand and contract inside me, pumping its seed into my womb. John lurched back and grabbed his dick with his free hand. He pulled it out of my pussy, furiously stroking it. He pulled my pantyhose straight up in the air making me look like the letter "L". I pointed my toes and felt the nylon material slid against my strappy heels, the ankle strap stretching to its limits as I watched John jerking himself. I lay there silently as I saw the head of his dick swell and release its thick ropey cum squarely on my already blood-filled engorged clitoris. His second and third shots missing their target and shot its way through my slightly parted legs and landed just shy of my breasts. His cum left a trail of a white-hot sticky mess all the way down to my crotch. His final blasts hit their mark straight against my clitoris. John jerked himself several more time, rubbing the head of his dick on my cum-laden pussy. I could feel his jizz ooze its way down near the opening of my pussy and onto my butt hole. John finally released his grasp on my pantyhose and ordered me to my knees. I eagerly dropped my feet to the floor and bent down, which by the way is not an easy task when your ankles are bound together by your nylons. John waved his cum covered dick near my face and said, "Clean me off bitch!" Pulling my face towards his pole, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I licked the head with long and hurried lashes. His sticky warm cum coated my tongue. The salty thick goo glided down my throat as I swallowed quickly. His dick drooped and bounced around as I tried to lick the rest of his cum off. I finally gave up trying to follow the dancing penis and took it in my mouth, this time instead of enlarging it began to shrink, allowing me to take him fully, my nose pressed up against his shaven crotch. John's cum seeped between my pussy lips and dripped onto the floor. Some of it slimed down my inner thighs. I could feel it between my butt cheeks, a wet tacky sensation. My throbbing pussy felt empty and hollow after his pounding. My labia wet from my juices and his cum. I took his dick inside my mouth a few more times, each time sucking harder and harder to clean his pole of our collective mess. John yanked his dick from my mouth; it made a popping slurp noise. Anthony used his camera to look me up and down to get the 'just fucked' shot. He bent down and got a close up of my pussy dripping with John's man glue. My inner thighs shined as his cum ran down, I could feel it seep into my skin. Anthony reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills and shoved them at me. "Here" he snapped. I tried to collect them but they were in a little ball and hard to manage. Just as I about had them all straightened, John approached me and threw my skirt and halter-top at me. I caught them in my arms, my shirt and skirt landed directly on where John had cum on my chest. I must have been too dazed by John's slamming of me to figure out what was going on, but John walked over to me and handed me my handbag. "Ok, sweetie, off you go!" He bent down and picked me up. My arms full of my clothing, cum trickling down my thighs and my pantyhose still around my ankles. I stood there confused by what John expected of me. He grabbed me by the elbow and led me to the door. It felt like it took an eternity, I could barely step forward. I had to shuffle my feet so that I wouldn't trip over my nylons. I took short little steps towards the door; the way John wanted me to go. Weren't they going to let me clean up? Couldn't I at least put my clothes on? I tried to protest but John insisted on being forceful. Those questions were instantly answered when Anthony flung the door open and I was escorted (more like pushed) out of the room. I stood there shocked as to what had just happened, was I really just thrown out butt-ass naked, clutching my clothes and my hose around my ankles? The point was immediately brought home as I felt the door graze my butt, slam behind me and lock itself tightly. I looked both directions down the hallway. No one in sight, thank god. I panicked and didn't know what to do. I saw a sign for the ice machine and I made a mad dash for it. Well, as mad as it can get when you can only take a baby-step forward at a time. I suddenly knew how those guys in leg shackles felt, being led away by police. They at least could take a half step forward, I was lucky to get 1/8th step. I scooted as fast as I could towards the ice machine, trying my best to cover up the important naughty parts that anyone walking down the hallway could see. The faster I moved the faster John's cum seemed to leak down my legs. I reached the tiny alcove that was the ice machine and vending area. I hugged the inside of the wall the best I could and threw my clothing items down. I reached down and tugged my pantyhose up to around my waist, I didn't bother smoothing them out, I was in a hurry. I instantly felt John's jizz get trapped by my hose; the warm goo invaded every pore of my nylons and stuck quickly to my thighs and pussy. I noticed that during John's aggressive man handling of my nylons, he must have ripped them because there was a giant run all the way from my left knee to the crotch of my hose. I hastily stepped into my skirt and zipped it up. I didn't bother trying to put it on straight, as I knew my time was short. My halter-top was another story, it was tangled into a mess and I desperately needed to get it on so I didn't show my goodies to some 12-year-old kid just walking down the hallway. I wrestled with my shirt and finally was able to sort out the straps and get it right side out. I quickly threw it on and flung the ties around my neck and tied it as fast as I could. I didn't care what I looked like; I needed to get out of there. As soon as I was satisfied that everything important was covered I strode down the hallway, my heels clicking rapidly on the floor. I felt my thigh squish with every step as John's cum melded with my nylons. My legs wobbled under the weight of my body as I stepped closer to the elevator. My knees were weak from the incredible depths John had taken me; I never did cum from his unrelenting pounding. I managed to avoid anyone in the hallways and made my way down to the lobby. The same mid 20's guy was at the desk. He followed me with his eyes. I'm sure he had an inkling of what had just happened. I'm sure my makeup was gone and my hair messy. I'm sure he noticed that my clothes were all akimbo and the giant run in my pantyhose up the inside my thigh. Yes, I'm quite sure that he knew exactly what had just happened. I walked past with my chin held high and made it out to my car. I plopped down in the drivers seat. My thighs pressed together and again I felt John's juice surround my engorged pussy lips. The cum now thoroughly soaked into my hose as I lifted my skirt and inspected my pantyhose, a giant wet stain had engulfed my entire pelvic region. My nylons stuck readily to my skin, releasing its ooze into my skin. The run in my hose was about a half inch wide and ran the inside length of my inner left thigh, my bare skin shone through as bits of nylon were stretched across the tear like a spider web. As I drove home the constant wetness was a reminder of what I had just done. My father had always said that there are 3 prices you pay when you make a decision, I guess now I had to figure out which prices I paid. I pulled into my parking spot at the dorm and headed up to my room, my breasts and pussy ached from John's rough treatment. The wobble in my legs had subsided and I was able to walk normally. I hurried to my room not making any eye contact with anyone. I pushed open the door and slammed it behind me, making sure it was locked. There, with eyes wide open and a grin, Mika was staring at me expectantly. Mika's face turned from one of eagerness and joy to one of sorrow and pity as I recounted my story and explained why I was over 2 hours later getting home. I showed her the run in my nylons as proof, not like she needed any, my clothing and jumbled hair was all the alibi that was necessary. As I lifted my skirt to show Mika the run, she noticed the wet stain, now starting to crust over, "Oh my gosh! They really did a number on you!" She exclaimed staring at my crotch. "Well, at least I was able to make a few hundred dollars..." I trailed off, fumbling with my handbag, retrieving the wadded bills. I unfolded the bills and laid them out on my bed. Mika and I both counted the money and came up with $67. Those bastards had used me! They waved hundreds of dollars in my face and for what? To then turn around and take it all back while I wasn't looking?! I stomped around our dorm room and cursed those assholes. I ripped off my clothes, throwing my pantyhose in the trash and ran into the shower. When I was through pouting in the shower, I came back and Mika hugged me. She was so sweet to me. I told her about the 3 prices rule my dad had always had. Mika asked me what prices I paid. I told her that I had paid with my (#1) dignity, (#2) my body and (#3) the fear that someone out there has video of me naked and getting fucked like a $67 slut. Well guys, that's my story! Hope you liked it. More will come when I get time and the response is positive!