2 comments/ 33007 views/ 26 favorites Katie vs. Melissa Day 01 By: rifkinraf "I swear I packed underpants." Katie turned her suitcase upside down, dumping the entire contents onto the floor of her hotel room. "Ugh." Wrapped in a towel from her post flight shower, she dug around in the wreckage like she was looking for a lost $100 bill. Her wet blonde hair kept sticking in her face as she did, and she huffed again, "Ugh." In ten minutes, she was going to have to meet the girls downstairs, and wasn't too keen on the idea of doing it without underwear on. She picked up the pair of panties she had worn for the flight, and looked down into the crotch to decide if she could wear them again. She thought of maybe turning them inside out or something. She didn't want to go without, but wasn't going to wear the dirty ones again. "I can just buy some someplace." They were on vacation in Las Vegas for her 40th birthday. There had to be someplace she could by enough pairs of panties to get her through the vacation. She didn't really want to take that vacation in the first place, but Melissa had demanded it. Melissa. What a piece of work. Katie liked Rita well enough, but really had no idea why she was friends with Mellissa. The woman was a bully in Katie's mind, and had sunk her claws into Katie and Rita, forcing them to be her friends because no one else would be. She was brassy and brash, and something about her appearance struck Katie as just plain lewd. Katie went about getting dressed anyhow. She dropped her towel, and took a moment to look at her figure in the mirror. Between the scale of her bust and hips, her waist always looked insubstantially and unrealistically small. It wasn't that her waist was actually all that small, just there was so much to the rest of her. Turning to getting dressed, first she contained her massive chest in a modest and plain full cup bra. She never felt like her bras were sexy. Everybody wants a giant bustline, but she didn't like it so much. Once she got to a certain size her options for bras became utilitarian, and added to her inner conception that they weren't all they were cracked up to be. Next she put on a skirt. Katie didn't even own pants. She preferred the feel of skirts, and they made her feel somehow more ladylike. She pulled on the longest one she had packed, a high waisted grey pleated skirt hemmed right above her knees. Sitting on the bed, she checked in the mirror and was satisfied that nobody would be able to see she wasn't wearing panties under it. She put on a simple blouse and a pair of black pumps and looked in the mirror again. She thought she looked like she had stepped off the side of a bomber. It wasn't far off from reality. She left for the bathroom to take care of her hair. While Katie finished getting ready Rita waited in the lobby for Melissa. Rita was a little younger than the other two women, but not enough that they couldn't hang out. Internally she shared some of Katie's sentiments about Melissa, but supported them hanging out. Katie was... Katie was uptight. And Rita felt like Melissa challenged that, made Katie step out of her comfort zone a little. Rita had worn low cut, but not daringly so, grey top and a pair of skin tight pinstriped slacks. Rita was hot, and she knew it. Men fell over themselves for her, but whenever she was out with Katie and Melissa Rita dressed modestly, to not leave the two other women feeling upstaged. Rita made sight of the unnatural copper color of Melissa's sun-muted bottle-red hair across the lobby. She stood up and waved her over. Melissa already had a drink in her hand. She was smoking a long narrow cigarette, and Rita couldn't help but think that the combination of the two made her look like a fire hazard. Her sleeveless black lycra dress clung to every surgically sculpted feature of her body. It was slit up the thigh, showing her absurdly long legs. Rita supposed that Melissa was a kind of atractive, but thought that most of her luck with men came from persistence. Melissa though took the ego stroke, and played it off like she was a man magnet. Melissa said in her husky voice, "Where's Miss Two Shoes." "Still getting ready I guess." Melissa chuckled, but didn't share with Rita that she had taken the liberty of repacking for Katie, omitting her panties. Katie left her room, and headed for the elevator. It was glass walled and faced out over the lobby. She saw her friends waiting for her and rushed over to them when she got to the ground floor. As she ran up to the other two women Melissa said, "Alright. Time to hit the bar." She dropped what was left of her cigarette into what was left of her drink and left it sitting by a plant. They had decided before to get a round in a classy bar in the casino their hotel was connected to, and then wander into one of the adjoining casinos, and check out the floor show schedules and see if they could get tickets. They entered the bar and Melissa suggested a table in an elevated section, "That one by the railing. With the stools. Go claim it, and I'll get us some drinks." Melissa headed for the bar, and the other two women walked up a short flight of stairs and to the table. Melissa ordered, "Three vodka martinis, one dirty." The bartender asked her, "Enjoying your vacation?" "I don't know. We just got here." Taking note that she was between two groups of men at the bar, continued loudly, "I don't know it's going to be much fun for me though. The friends I came with are total whores. The blonde one ran her mouth the whole flight down here about how many cocks she was going to suck this trip." The men around her started paying attention to what she was saying, and looking across the room at Katie. "Says since it's her birthday and she's not going to settle for less than one for each year." The man directly to Melissa's right looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. Melissa loudly whispered to him, "Forty." She continued in her normal tone, "She doesn't look a day over 39 if you asked me. She made this big deal that she didn't even pack panties." Two of the men scrambled to occupy a table that had a view of the underside of the table the women had taken. As Melissa carried up the drinks, bracing them in a triangle, every other table that even might have a decent view up Katie's skirt filled up. Melissa noted that the stools were a good plan. Kate was sitting with her knees parted a little. She sat the martinis down, and joined them. It wasn't very long before men were coming up to wish Katie a happy birthday. Some brought her drinks, many tried to flirt with her. The flirting was aggressive enough to cause Katie to squirm and hold her hands to her face embarrassed. It wasn't long at all before Melissa noted the telltale sign of cellphone cameras pointed in their general direction, and being passed around at tables below them. Every man down there was snapping a picture of Katie's pussy and she had no idea. Melissa even ventured a walk to the bar under the pretense of getting a new drink, but actually to see the view herself. Turning to walk back to the table, Melissa was a little astounded at how oblivious Katie actually was. She had one foot on the floor, and her other on one of the high rungs of the stool. Melissa thought the pose was remarkably similar to an Olympic sprinter in the blocks. Not only could you see straight up her skirt to her blonde bush, but the perfect little mound of her pussy. Melissa stood and stared for a second, cigarette dangling from her lip. She turned to one of the nearby men and said, "Wow," as she walked back to join the girls. Back at the table Melissa snubbed out her cigarette in the tables ashtray, and said, "They can see right up your skirt down there." Katie's eyes bugged out. She suddenly crossed her legs and blushed like an overripe peach. Rita said in a reassuring tone, "It's nothing to be that embarrassed over, just your panties, sweetheart." Katie somehow blushed more at that statement. She whispered to Rita, "I forgot to pack panties." Melissa grinned in satisfaction. Katie stood up and ran off to the bathroom. Melissa said to Rita, "Can you get her to calm down?" Rita said, "I think so," and went off after her. As soon as Melissa was alone at the table she got into her purse for her spare key. She went down to the main floor, and went to the table that had the best view up Katie's skirt. "Hi fellas." She pointed to an empty chair. "Mind?" The men both shook their heads no. She sat, putting a hand on one of their knees. "You guys enjoy the show?" The men both nodded yes. "Cut the crap, how big is your dick." The man she asked gestured, his fingers continually growing further apart. Melissa smirked at him and planted a hand in his crotch. "Woah. Lies like that you must be a lawyer." Without giving the other man any warning she groped him, and found the other man was much better endowed. She smiled at him, and said, "That will do." She slid the key to him, and said, "Go up now. Get naked. Sit down. And keep it hard." He took the key, looked at his friend, and said, "Okay." He got up and left. His friend was clearly flustered. Melissa went back to her table, and waited for her friends. Katie and Rita eventually came back. Rita was leading her friend by the arm. When they got back Melissa immediately made with the next part of her plan. "Why don't we just stay in tonight? Rita, there's a drugstore around the corner," she slid Rita a wad of 20s, "Grab some booze, and some knickers and come up and meet us. We've got five more nights here. We can go out every other night." Rita picked up the money and said, "That sounds great." "Come on." Melissa said to Katie, "Let's go up to my room to wait. I got you a birthday present." It was hard for her not to smirk. "That sounds good." The two women took off for the elevator, and the other for the drugstore. Entering Melissa's room she let Katie go first so she could bar her escape. Katie was talking about some movie they should get on pay-per-view, and abruptly stopped when she saw the naked man. Her mouth hung open in shock at him. He had the biggest cock Katie had ever seen. To be fair she had only seen four. Even on Melissa's longer chart of cocks seen, it was easily in the top 20%. Melissa said cheerfully, "Happy birthday." Katie still just stared in shock. Something deep in her quivered in excitement. Her crotch instantly slicked, her thighs smearing together around it. She blushed, but not in embarrassment of seeing a naked man. It was in embarrassment that it was turning her on. Melissa said, "Remember when we got drunk a couple months ago, and you said you never felt like you knew how to suck cock?" Katie never would have said it that way. She would have called it "give head." "Well, I thought for your birthday we could get you some practice." Katie was still in a haze of her own unfiltered hormones. She didn't quite catch what Melissa was getting at. She asked in a confused tone, "What?" "You can suck his cock, and he'll tell you if it was good or not." Melissa paused while Katie blinked a few dozen times rapidly. Melissa pointed to the sofa, and said to the man, "Sit." He did. She led Katie over before him. Katie said, "Wait, what?" Melissa sternly said, "Get on your knees." "I don't even know this guy." Melissa pushed her from behind and she stumbled into the guys lap. His cock jabbed Katie in the breasts and she felt the slick between her thighs grow. As much as she was resisting, something about it was actually turning her on. Melissa came up behind her and pulled her by the hair down to her knees. The man stayed on the sofa, but moved to straddle Katie. His cock was inches from her face. It was pointed straight up, and throbbing. Melissa grasped at her hair, and cooed in her ear, "Don't you want to suck it, Katie? Don't you want to feel its throbbing hardness in your mouth?" A bead of precum formed at the tip. The whole thing was too much for Katie. She did want to blow this guy. She did want to feel it in her mouth. But some form of decency kept her from thinking it was a good idea. Melissa pushed her face closer to it. The cock brushed in her bangs, and she pushed back against Melissa to get some distance, trailing a strand of precum from the tip of the cock to her hair as she did. Melissa was still speaking with the soft voice, "Just lick it then. Just lick up the precome." Katie didn't know what to do. She started to protest again, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Melissa put all of her strength into another push. Suddenly Katie found the massive cock in her mouth. Katie panicked and coughed, blowing spit out the corners of her mouth. Melissa let go of her hair with one hand, and quickly snapped a series of pictures with her phone. Katie pulled her face off of the dick, while Melissa laughed. Katie said to her, "What the hell is this?" Melissa said, "If you don't finish, I'm sending these to your boss." Katie worked at a school in the library. She was already on thin ice for taking a vacation during the school year. If Melissa did send those pictures she would probably be in more trouble, if not completely out of a job. Melissa held Katie's hair back out of her face, and grabbed the man's dick around the base. "Just suck it." Katie turned to look at her friend. She had a look of betrayal on her face, she was starting to cry a little, but she said, "Okay." She opened her mouth, and this time more gently put the head of the man's cock in her mouth. Melissa said, "There you go." She walked around to sit next to the man on the sofa. "Keep going." Katie put her hand up around the base, and pumped her mouth up and down over the head. She started crying a little out of shame, but it wasn't long before the shame was lost and she was crying from overzealously cramming the cock too deep in her mouth. Her eye makeup had started to run down the sides of her face. Katie picked up the speed as both the man she was sucking off, and her friend continued to take pictures. Melissa asked the man, "How is it?" "She needs to use her tongue more." Melissa shouted, "Use your tongue more!" Katie stopped sucking, and glared at Melissa without taking the cock out of her mouth. After a moment she went back to it, and used her tongue more. Melissa laughed. Katie didn't hear the sound of the door opening. She didn't hear Rita walking in, liquor bottles clanking in her bag. Rita stopped in the doorway, and just watched her timid friend giving a stranger a wet sloppy blowjob. From the smell in the air, Katie seemed to be enjoying it. Melissa waved and smiled at Rita. "Hi." Katie slowed a little then, but thought the only reason to slow down is if she wanted it to go on longer. Rita said, "What have you done?" "I got her a present. For her birthday." Rita knew she liked to watch blowjob porn a little more than most other women. Most of her friends she had talked to about it seemed to like to pretend they were giving the blowjob. Rita just liked to watch another woman do it. She had never watched somebody give a blowjob in person, and never seen one of her friends do it in any form. She was in awe. She was barely aware she said, "She looks really hot with that dick in her mouth." Rita took a bottle of Stoli out of the bag, discarding the rest. She opened the bottle, poured a cup for herself, and sat in a chair where she had the best angle to watch. The bottle was set aside, and she downed the cupful. She just stared at the show with the empty drink in her hand. Her thong was already soaked, and starting to rub in uncomfortable ways. Katie kept at it. She was sloshing the head in and out of her mouth, and pacing it with her hand on the shaft, pumping and pumping. Her slobber was running everywhere, strands had started to soak into her blouse. The sides of her face were covered with black tears. Her lipstick had rubbed mostly off, leaving a ring of red around her mouth, and smears on his dick. Rita squirmed, trying to keep her panties from digging into her swelling labia. Melissa asked the man, "How is she doing?" The man said, "She needs to slow down." That was the last thing Katie wanted to hear. She managed to sigh around the cock, but started doing just that. Rita undid the button on her pants, and slid her hand down inside to adjust her thong. Melissa laughed, and snapped a picture of her. "Oh. No, I'm just..." Rita finished her sentence in her head as soon as her fingers made contact with her labia, "Starting to masturbate." She slid a finger between her engorged lips and dampened it, then pulled back out a little and laid on her clit. Katie kept sucking the stranger's cock at a slower pace. He was starting to twitch and arch his back occasionally. Her drool had completely soaked the front of her blouse, and was soaking into the cups of her bra. Rita muttered under her breath, "Fucking suck that big dick." Melissa laughed at how much her friend was enjoying watching her other friend sucking cock. Rita added, "You fucking slut." Melissa watched the man next to her start to buck, and grind back against the sofa. She said sternly to Katie, "Slower!" She slowed down, and the man regained a little composure. It didn't take long at this new pace before he was back to the bucking and grinding. Melissa said, "Fucking SLOWER, cunt." Katie went as slow as she could without just holding the dick in her mouth. The man's breathing quickened, and Melissa knew it would be coming soon. Rita was going to town on her clit, clenching her teeth, and spraying flecks of drool as she did. The man cried out, hyperventilating. Katie's eyes bugged out, and she blushed again as he came full force into her mouth. She was just at the top of the stroke too, so it gushed to the back of her throat, covering her tongue, even soaking under her tongue, running between her teeth in the process. She gagged a little, the cough that came after shot cum out the sides of her mouth. She coughed again just as a second blast of semen shot into her mouth. This time though she pulled back, letting the cock out of her mouth. The third shot hit her square in the eye. As she recoiled, the cum in her mouth drooled out, and slid down her neck into her cleavage. Rita started convulsing, joining in his orgasm. The man continued ejaculating for a moment, soaking Katie's face, and matting in her hair. Melissa shot pictures of the mess her friend was in and laughed. "Happy birthday!" Melissa shouted as Katie got up and ran to the bathroom. Katie dampened a washrag, and took to wiping the mixture of cum, mascara and drool off of her face. She got it most of the way clean, and made eye contact with herself in the mirror. "Katie Smith. You have five more days of this vacation to get even with that woman." Katie vs. Melissa Day 02 "That's your plan?" Rita was really stating her friend Katie was a simpleton. She ran a brush through her straight black hair, and said, "Melissa accidentally blows guys on her way to pay the parking meter. You can't just set her up for the same she did to you." Rita was standing at the counter of her hotel vanity. She was still wrapped in the towel she had dried off with. Katie had walked over to her room in her pajamas to talk. The pajamas were pale pink with little ponies and bunnies printed on them. Even under her towel it was clear that Rita was firm and toned. Even in her child-like pajamas it was clear that the blonde Katie was top-heavy, slim waisted, and massive hipped. Rita continued, "You're going to have to really get her ass on the line to get her to stop." Katie blushed when she thought Rita was suggesting butt-sex. Rita wasn't of course, she wasn't suggesting anal either, or anything else a normal 40 year old would be perfectly comfortable calling it. Katie's naiveté was prone to leaving her felling that anyone that thought about sex did everything they thought about anyway. To clarify what Rita was saying, Katie would have had to talk about but-sex, and that wasn't going to happen. So instead of asking what she meant, she took what she thought her meaning was, and just said, "Sure Rita." "And keep me out of it. I don't want her deciding I'm her next target." Rita handed her friend the pack of panties she had bought for her the night before at the drugstore. "Go get ready. Melissa says she's buying lunch." The three women were on vacation in Vegas for Katie's 40th birthday. Melissa had raided Katie's suitcase and thrown out all of her panties at some point, and Katie had yet to replace them. Katie stood up off Rita's hotel room bed, and walked out into the hall. She walked towards her room, and looked down at the panties, "Size 5?" Katie took a deep breath and hung her head a little on the rest of the way back to her room. In her room she tossed the panties on the bathroom counter and stripped off for the shower. She knew she probably couldn't actually wear them. She should have planned for something like that, and just bought her own damn underwear, or planned ahead and washed the pair she wore on the plane in the sink. After her shower she dried off, and eyed the underpants on the counter as though they were a cake she had eaten most of. The source of her shame. She dropped the towel and looked at herself in the mirror. She put one of her hands on each of her hips and then held her hands up in front of herself in approximately the same shape, trying to decide if she was under the 34 inches the size 5 panties said they fit. She opened the package and took out the pink pair. She held them out, and said, "No way." Last night she had worn her longest skirt without panties, and a whole room full of men still saw. She had to try. She stepped into them, and pulled them up. They didn't even make it over her hips. They cut into the sides of her hips and made it look like she had two waists. "Nope." She slid them down on to the floor and kicked them under the counter so she didn't even have to look at them. Still convinced she could just buy some underpants someplace, she went about getting dressed anyway. She put on another full cup bra, and a light blue sweater. Her second longest skirt was a black pencil skirt. She tried it on and gave it the sit test again. Once again she was satisfied that it would be more difficult to see up it than she initially thought. This skirt in particular had the added benefit of being very tight, it would be difficult to spread her legs very wide at all. Satisfied with her outfit, Katie moved to the other side of the bed took a deep breath and picked up the phone to start her plan. Melissa was down in the lobby waiting for the other women. She had a Cape Cod in a highball glass in one hand and a menthol Virginia Slim burning in the other. She was early, she normally was. She found it kept her from getting impatient if she was making the decision to be early as opposed to just waiting when her friends were inevitably late. Her face was hidden under a wide brimmed white sun hat, and a pair of sunglasses. She had a red silk scarf tied in a French knot on the side, wearing it like a choker. The scarf used to match her hair before the dye had faded to copper. Her dress was also red, with a broad white belt. Although the hem was past her knee, it made up for being so long by being absurdly low cut. The neckline was precariously held up by thin spaghetti straps. It was one of those dresses she had to adjust all the time, constantly stuffing her fake tits back into it or else they fall out. It was clear at a casual glance that there was no way she was wearing a bra under it. A few young men walked by. One was tall and broad shouldered, he had tattoos showing from under the rolled up cuffs of his dark dress shirt. He was alone. She thought about sticking out one of her long, tanned legs to trip him, and run off with him to apologize in proper. Instead, as he passed her Mellissa imitated the noises she made involuntarily when a cock first slid into her pussy. She gasped, and groaned at him, "Ahh-uhh!" He turned to look at her as he walked on looking a little stunned. Her smirk back at him made it look like her bright red lipstick was smeared on the side of her face. After a few moments Melissa saw Rita approaching and made no attempt to signal her. Rita had dressed in a similar low cut tank top to the one she had the day before, a pair of denim shorts, and cork wedge heels. It showed off that she was in good shape, but was not like Melissa's outfit, nearly obscene. She sat next to Melissa and awkwardly said, "Hi." The two women hadn't seen each other since Rita masturbated in the same room as Melissa forcing Katie to suck a stranger's dick. Rita continued, "So last night?" "You want the pictures?" Rita was actually going to ask Melissa not to involve her in anything like that again, but as soon as Melissa offered she felt the same overwhelming urge she did when she walked in on them the night before. "Yes please." She felt like her thong was suddenly way too small, but it was just her labia swelling as she started to get turned on. She exhaled a deep breath, and stared off in the distance dreamily. Katie walked up to the two women. Thinking of what may be going on behind Melissa's smirk made her blush. "Are you ready?" The other two women indicated they were, and both stood. Rita asked, "Did those panties work?" Katie said, "Uh," and immediately started to blush again. "Yeah, they're great. Thank you." As soon as she said that they walked out onto the strip, and a breeze blew up between her knees reminded her she was lying. Melissa asked, "Where are we going anyway?" "I made reservations someplace the Concierge recommended." That was also a lie, Katie had just called every restaurant in the area until she found one that was willing to participate in her plan. She was so caught up in guilt over how many lies she was telling, that she lost track of keeping her knees together. As she got into a cab she parted them just a little too far, and let her skirt ride up just a bit too much. The driver caught a glance up her skirt in the rearview as she slid across the back seat. As Melissa got in he asked Katie, "Breezy today, huh?" The comment went over Katie's head, she replied, "It is a little." She handed him the address of where they were going for lunch. Melissa caught the meaning of the driver's comment though. She leaned forward in the seat, and pawed Katie's knees apart. Katie struggled against her, but she did catch a glance up her skirt at her blonde pubic hair. Melissa laughed, and told Rita outside, "Katie didn't wear panties again." Rita climbed into the front seat turned around to them and said, "You're kidding." Melissa went to spread Katie's legs again, but she struggled against her. She went on squirming away successfully until Melissa jammed a thumb into a pressure point on the side of her knee. Katie squealed, and wound up sprawled across the back seat. Melissa popped up the hem of Katie's skirt revealing her perfect little slit of a pussy to Rita and the driver. Rita felt her passing lust start to rise again. The driver snapped a single picture of Katie's forced flashing on his phone, and started to drive off to the restaurant. They pulled up to the steakhouse Katie had scouted on the phone. It was off the strip, and looked a little more rundown than she had imagined. When they were seated, Katie made sure that she sat on the outside of their table, he knees facing a wall. Their waiter came by and introduced himself by first name. He was young, and handsome. Melissa leaned forward whenever he looked at her, allowing him a view of her cleavage. The sudden movements she was making were making the precarious neckline of her top sway like a suspension bridge in a hurricane. Most of the young man's time at their table side was spent staring into her cleavage. When her top's structural capacity did finally fail, and one of her nipples slipped, she took her time fixing it. She scooped her top out before hauling it up, and when she did she strategically paused giving him a full view of her expensive and expansive breasts for just a second before tucking them back in. She did it pretty masterfully, even she almost thought it could have been an accident. Rita noticed that the young man had shifted the extra wine list he carried to block the view of his swelling erection. Katie hadn't noticed anything strange, and asked the young man if anything had peanuts in it. As the young man left Melissa decided to hell with subtlety. She hiked her dress up around her waist, and scooted her chair back and slouched a little. Her completely sheer black and red lace panties were plainly visible from above. She held her menu a little over the edge of the table to block the view for the time being. The young man came back, and asked, "Are you ready to order?" Katie said, "I need a few more minutes." Melissa intercepted the young man. Pointing at her menu, but not turning it to him she asked, "What is this exactly?" He walked around beside her to look at what she was pointing at, and she tipped her menu down, totally exposing the crotch of her panties. Her pubic hair was perfectly trimmed into a downward pointing arrow, and was plainly viable through the black lace of the crotch. He stammered, "A baked potato?" She dropped the hand she was pointing with to her lap, and groped at the crotch of her panties. "Oh. That's what I thought. Thank you." Rita watched the whole thing, and could feel the hot dampness growing in her crotch. She said, "You filthy fucking whore," but kept it under her breath. All the same Katie asked Rita, "What did you say?" "Uh." Rita snapped to attention. "I said I couldn't want anything more." Rita pointed awkwardly to on entrée on the menu, and said, "Doesn't this look great?" The young man walked away, and in preparation for his return Melissa slid her panties a few inches down her thighs, completely exposing herself. When the young man came back, he took Katie and Rita's orders first. Melissa ordered by pointing at the menu and tilting it so he had to walk around next to her. "Uh," he stammered again. He just stared down at her absurdly trimmed pubic hair. Even Katie noticed his erection growing this time. "Yes ma'am." He lowered his gaze and all but ran off to the kitchen. Their drinks and food came, over all it was enjoyable. When it was time for the check, Melissa slid her panties all the way down to her ankles, stepping out of them and picking them up. She rubbed them against her crotch to saturate them with her scent, and then wadded them up and hid them in her hand. The waiter came back with the vinyl check wallet, and Melissa picked it up slipping both her credit card and her panties into it. She closed it, and left it sitting on the edge of the table. The young waiter came back and took the check wallet. Melissa didn't notice that he handed it directly off to the manager. Taking his time the manager came by the table. He looked like he may have been a retired football player, or even a pro wrestler. He was clearly muscular even through his suit jacket, tall and broad, dark skinned. He pointed to Melissa and said, "Ms Johnson?" Melissa said, "Yes." "I need you to come discuss something with me for a moment." Melissa didn't stand. "It's about your card." He gestured with the check wallet in his left hand, slapping it into his right. Melissa was a little shocked, but stood up anyway. "What's the matter?" "Just come with me and we can take care of it." He led her across the dining room, back to the kitchen, and opened a door to an office. She walked in and he followed her, closing the door behind him. He gestured to a chair, and said, "Have a seat ma'am." She sat, and he leaned back on the desk in front of her. "I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends." Melissa didn't quite know what to say yet. The waiter came back to the table Katie and Rita were waiting at. He had a second check wallet in his hand. He looked at Katie and asked, "Katie Smith?" Katie demurely raised her hand. He handed her the wallet. She opened it wrote a $500 tip on, and handed the check back. He gestured toward the front of the building. "Right this way." Katie stood up, and asked, "She can come too, right?" The waiter replied, "Of course." Rita stared, and said, "Katie? What have you done?" As the girls were led off to a security station near the entrance, the manager gave Melissa the news. "The card you tried to use came back flagged as fraudulent. I have to detain you until the police get here." This was of course a story Katie had fed him. They hadn't even tried to use Melissa's card. Melissa's jaw dropped as she tried to catch up. "What?" The manager set down the check wallet on the desk and produced a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and her shock grew. He stood and clacked one of her wrists with no protest from her. "Wait a minute, wait a minute." With little effort his massive frame he snatched her other arm, his hand easily encircling her wrist. He dragged it behind her, and cuffed her hands together behind her back. "You have got to be kidding." "No ma'am. I called the credit card company to verify myself. There's a big bonus in it for me for catching you." He leaned back against the desk and grinned at her. He flopped the check wallet open with one finger. Her panties were still wadded up inside. "They won't be here for a while," he picked the sheer knickers up and suspended them by the waist between his index fingers, "Maybe we could work out something else." Melissa flushed from the crotch out, and gave him a smile that said she was willing to negotiate. Watching over the CCTV from the security room, Rita asked the waiter, suddenly deep in her panic-lust, "You're taping this, right? We can have a tape of this?" The waiter said, "Of course." They couldn't hear what Melissa said as she nodded, but the manager smiled at her, wadded the panties back up in his right hand and reached out and touched her face with his left. As soon as he stuffed the panties in her mouth, Melissa regretted rubbing them on her pussy before tipping the waiter with them. The manager fumbled with a packing tape dispenser, but pulled a strip off it eventually, and taped the panties in her mouth. Locking a finger into her scarf, he hauled her to her feet. As she wobbled on her spike heels her hat fell to the floor. Shoving her into the edge of the desk, she flopped over at the waist lying on the top to keep from completely falling over. He walked around to the other side of the desk, and hooked a bungee cord through her scarf. The other end of the cord was secured to the bottom of the front of the desk, between her ankles. Her eyes made daggers at him, even though she had told him to do whatever he needed to let her go. She pulled against the cord to test its grip and the double wrap scarf started tightening around her throat. She thought to herself, "Okay, don't pull against the cord. Got it." He walked out of her sight, and she felt her dress being flipped up over his waist. At the sight of Melissa's bare tanlined ass being exposed Rita started squirming under the pressure building in her panties again. Kate and the waiter were completely glued to the monitor like kids watching a scrambled porno on cable. Rita thought she could risk slipping her hand down and getting some relief. On the monitor the manager opened his pants, and grabbed an olive oil bottle off a nearby shelf, and poured it all over Melissa's ass. He drew out his hard cock, and Katie gasped. He had the biggest cock Katie had ever seen. To be fair she had only seen five, and although that number seemed to be jumping up on this vacation, it would hold that position for a while yet. Melissa couldn't even see it, but if she could it would have been in her top 5%, and she would have had a devilish smile instead of the half shocked expression she had now. The olive oil was dripping down her ass crack, intermingling with her own juices that had been running pretty free since she started teasing the waiter, and pooling inside her shoes. She heard the bottle glub again as he poured it, and then the telltale sound of a cock being stroked. Melissa started to think, "Why the hell is this guy pouring oil all over the place?" But then she felt the head of his cock pushing against her asshole. She started trying to annunciate, "Uhuh," against the panties in her mouth and pulled against the bungee cord to look back at him over her shoulder. "That's how it goes. Anal, or I let the cops take you." She looked back at the floor just to loosen the scarf on her throat, and mumbled throaty and vaguely affirmative sounds against the panties. In the security room Rita said, "Holy shit. He just tossed it up her ass." Katie and the waiter turned to look at her, and caught her with her right hand buried wrist deep in shorts, and her left up inside of her tank top feeling herself up. Rita flashed them an awkward smile that Katie paid no attention to. Katie said, "Thanks for the suggestion Rita. I never would have come up with that on my own," and turned her attention back to the monitor. Rita repeated her previous sentiment, "Holy shit." Melissa kept hoping it was all the way in, and then somehow it went deeper. Most of the time she didn't actually mind anal, but this guy slipping her his massive fuckpole with no prep was a little too much. She was trying to breathe circularly like she did in yoga class, but with her mouth taped up it was proving impossible. Every time there was another inch going up in her she squeaked in pain. Her eyes started to well up tears. Finally she felt his thighs come into contact with hers. He started backing out, and although the sensation of it coming out of her was a relief, she knew that just meant it was going back in. He took a few slow long strokes like that, waiting for her to relax. Once it felt like she had relaxed a little, he drew back and slammed it in again hard. Her ass rippled from the impact, her head jerked forward, and the tears pooling on her lower lids burst free. He pulled back, and thrust in just as hard again. He continued like that for several minutes. Melissa relaxed enough eventually to enjoy it. She needed to reach her clit if she was going to cum from it, and her body wanted her to. Even over the smell of pussy coming from her mouth, she could smell her actual pussy. To Melissa, that was the damn shame of anal. It turned her on, but it never got her all the way there on its own. Anal was such a tease. Katie vs. Melissa Day 02 In some way she felt she deserved that. The tease. The manager quickened his pace, and shortened his strokes. Melissa knew that meant it would be over soon, and there was no way she was going to orgasm. She cursed against the panties in her mouth as she felt the manager start pumping her asshole full of his semen. He pulled out, unlocked the cuffs, and flopped in the chair she had started in. She reached to unclip the bungee cord and he said, "Get out." She ripped the tape off her face, and pulled the drool soaked panties out of her mouth. She stood and a mixture of oil and cum started to drip out of her ass and down the inside of her thighs. As much as she wanted to discard the panties she thought she should put them on to stop that flow. She stepped into them and said to the manager, "Thank you for being lenient. About the police." "Of course." He swung his cock at her, and added, "Anytime you want another free meal, we'll be here." Pulling her panties up she spotted a roll of paper towels on the storage rack. She pointed at it and said, "You mind?" Her waved her on. She took up a handful and wiped up some of the state her ass was in, dropped the towels in the trash can, and walked out while pulling up her panties into the kitchen. Rita and Katie were already waiting outside when she made it to the front. Rita's purse was stuffed with the CD recording of the security camera. Melissa said to them, "My card declined, I had to call the bank. Thanks for waiting, I thought for sure you two were just going to assume I was fucking him or something and ditch me here." Katie smiled at her, and said, "Why would we think that?" They piled into a cab and rode back to the hotel for a post lunch nap. They were silent the rest of the trip, but something about Katie's smug comment didn't sit right with Melissa. In the elevator up to their rooms Melissa abruptly said to Katie, "You did that, didn't you? You set that up." The elevator dinged at Katie's floor, she stepped out into the hall and said, "I thought you would just blow him." Melissa smirked as Katie added, "Even Stevens." She cocked one leg up like a pin-up making out with a sailor, and giggled back into the elevator. The door shut, and Melissa said to the empty elevator, "Bitch must pay." Katie vs. Melissa Day 03 Rita stayed in bed late into the morning of their third day in Las Vegas. She kept starting to get up, even turning the shower on and letting it run while she went back to lay in bed. The draw of watching the video of Melissa getting sodomized in the back office of a restaurant, and perusing the pictures of Katie blowing the stranger was too much. In lieu of getting ready, Rita just kept masturbating. She thought this may be the best vacation she had ever taken. Katie and Melissa had no such leisure this morning. Both had sneaked out of the hotel to do some shopping. Returning from their errands though, they crossed paths in the lobby. Melissa was dressed like she was out at the gym. Her long legs and fake breasts turning heads as she walked quickly past, she was clearly preoccupied. Her nipples poked through her tank top like the fins of circling sharks. The seams of her panties were clearly visible under her spandex shorts. She carried a bag from an electronics store. When Katie saw her, she immediately averted her gaze, holding one hand up to block her peripheral vision. Just as many men had been gawking at her this morning, but instead of being too busy for it, Katie was simply oblivious. The pencil skirt she had on today was red, and was adorned at the waist with a ruffle of the same fabric. The overall effect was like she was wearing two skirts, a tight form fitting one, and a loose pleated one too short to cover her massive, firm, heart shaped ass. In the tight button-up sweater, and the frilly socks peaking out of her red pumps, she would have looked like a Gil Elvgren painting walking even if she hadn't taken the time to do her blonde hair up into victory rolls that morning. Melissa approached her even though Katie was intentionally not looking at her. "Katie. Hi." Katie reluctantly looked up and forced a smile to Melissa. "I, uh. I'm sorry." Katie's smile gradually became warmer. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Melissa continued to just kind of stand there awkwardly, every fiber of her being wanted to scream at her simpleton of a friend. "I went and got you a real present. And I bought you some tickets to a thing tonight." "A thing?" "Yeah." Melissa got into her handbag, and dug out an envelope. Katie opened it, and before she could look Melissa told her what was in it. "Speed dating. I know you have a hard time with men, and that seemed like a more healthy way to help than what I tried the other night." "Awh." Katie smiled at Melissa and Melissa smiled back. Under her smile though, Melissa smoldered with vengeance. "That's very nice, and you're right. It is a better way than the other night." "I got something else too, but it's not ready yet." It took everything in Melissa's will not to burst out cackling like a mad doctor throwing the switch on his creation for the first time. Instead she forced herself to ask, "What did you get?" She pointed to Katie's plain black shopping bag. "Oh!" Katie held the bag up a little and smiled, "Underpants." Before they made it to Las Vegas, Melissa had gotten in to Katie's baggage and discarded all of her panties. Katie thought she forgot to pack them, and had just gone without the last few days. Due to that decision many strangers had seen the most intimate parts of her anatomy. The two women took the elevator up together. Katie got out on her floor, and as she left Melissa said, "I'll call you in a bit." As soon as the door closed she cackled to herself. She would have collapsed with laughter if she knew the sort of panties Katie had hastily bought. Back in her bathroom Katie dug into her shopping bag. She pulled out the three pairs of panties she had bought, and separated and held up the white pair, thinking it would match her bra. She looked at them in the mirror, a blank expression on her face. She hadn't taken a good look at them in the shop. When she noticed the rest of the inventory was mostly sex toys, she panicked and just grabbed three pairs in her size from the nearest rack. Even then her eyes had been fascinated with a massive, realistically sculpted dildo. Something about the way the veins faded as the head started wouldn't let her look away. Her crotch grew humid, and she went to pay, she stared at the rubber cock as if she was in a trance. When she left the store with her purchase the insides of her thighs had soaked, sloping against each other as she walked back to the hotel. She thought the panties were maybe defective. The delicate lace was slashed through the crotch from the front of the waistband, all the way to the back waistband. She looked down at the two pairs on the counter and saw they were similar. Looking back at the white pair in her hands she realized they weren't damaged, there were seams on the insides of the slashes. They were made that way. She decided she could wear them just long enough to go find some other ones, and said to herself, "Better than nothing I guess." She hiked up her skirt, exposing her blonde pubic hair to herself, and stepped into the crotchless panties. Pulling them up, snug against her ass, she looked in the mirror at how they framed her pussy. She turned and looked at her backside, the split up the back exposed the entire length of her crack. Without even realizing it she said, "Woah." Her crotch got hot again. "Wow," she repeated, turning to the front again, her thighs slicked against each other, soaking in her natural lubrication. Something about intentionally wearing such a garment, made Katie feel like she did two nights ago. Conflicted. Wearing them was exciting her, but some deep seated concept of what a decent woman did kept her from thinking it was a good idea. She took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the underwear for now, repeating, "It's better than nothing." She shimmied the hem of her skirt back down over the panties and around her thighs. After Katie was dressed again, Melissa called her to let her know that her other present was ready, and she could come get it from her in Rita's room. Katie went to Rita's room in blind trust that Melissa's apology was valid. She knocked only once before Rita let her in. Rita had finally coaxed herself into the shower and got dressed in another low cut tank top, and plain black yoga pants. She was presentable just in time for Melissa to come up and ask to use her laptop. Rita had been suspicious enough to demand to know why. After Melissa told her the plan, Rita said Melissa could only borrow it if she could watch. Melissa greeted her on her entry, grinning around saying, "Happy birthday!" She held out a gift bag to Katie. In the background Rita popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. "Oh," she took the bag from her, "You shouldn't have." Katie started to dig into the bag, but Rita interrupted her with a red Solo cup of the wine. "Oh," she stopped herself from completely repeating her previous statement. She took a sip, and returned back to digging into the gift bag. She produced a designer handbag, one that Melissa had specially modified. "Oh, it's lovely." It was heavier than she thought it should be, and scrunched her face as she hefted it. She looked inside, and it looked like a computer had exploded inside. Melissa said to her, "It's has four cameras, and an audio system in it." Melissa had found someone in the area that made spy-on-your-nanny gear, and explained what she wanted. The gentleman she spoke to said her request wasn't that uncommon, but they were mostly used to shoot candid upskirts. Melissa thought that was sort of like the modern version of mirrors on the toe of shoes. Without stopping to wonder why her new purse was studded with spy gear, Katie said, "How lovely." "You can take it with you tonight, just set it on the table and we'll be able to watch your dates and give you advice through an earpiece." Melissa produced a tiny plastic lump, the earpiece. Katie was actually pretty excited about this now. She always got so nervous around men, but with this it would be like taking her two best girlfriends with her. She smiled a dopey smile and said, "You're so thoughtful. It'll be just like that movie with that guy from that other movie. The one with the guy from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids." Rita and Melissa exchanged confused glances. Melissa said, "Sure." She raised her red Solo cup, and said, "To that guy." They all drank. Hours later, Katie was in another hotel's events hall. Her handbag was signed on to their wifi, and her earpiece was working. She was little buzzed from the champagne, and in her excitement, had neglected to find real panties. Before she left Melissa had undone the first few buttons of her tight sweater, and the wine had helped Katie from fixing it. The room was divided up with cubicle walls like an office. Katie signed in and was led back to the cubicle she had been assigned. There were a total of six men, and six women participating. Each of the women stayed stationary, and each of the men rotated cubicles every ten minutes. She sat her handbag on the table, and awaited the first man. Eventually her wait was over. A man around her age, maybe a little younger, entered the cubicle. Katie stood and introduced herself. His name was John. They both sat again, and Melissa barked in her ear, "Now ask to see his dick." John had already talking about himself, and Katie sat there stunned. "Hey." Melissa snapped her fingers into the microphone. "Tell him to shut up, and show you his dick." Katie stammered as John continued talking, she was never one to interrupt. Melissa continued, "Listen, twat. I still have all those pictures. You do what I say, you can come delete them yourself. You don't, I bet I can get you fired from the school." Katie blushed just thinking about the pictures Melissa had taken on their first night here. Still though, remembering the blowjob she had given the stranger that night got her crotch flowing again. The hot dampness forming reminded her about her impractical underwear decision. Rita was sitting on the bed behind Melissa. Just listening to the way she was talking to Katie was getting her mind racing with filth. Melissa occasionally switched cameras looking for a better angle, even though the feed from all four was recording on Rita's laptop. Katie finally interrupted her first date. "John?" The man kept talking. She reached out and touched his hand, repeated herself slightly louder and he stopped. "Show me your dick." The man hesitated. Melissa was talking over the earpiece, and Katie parroted her, blushing. "I need to know what you taste like." John stood up, looking nervously over his shoulder. He walked around to her side of the table, undid his pants, and showed Katie his cock. It was a size Katie was much more comfortable with. His cock was starting to swell a little. Melissa instructed Katie, "Kiss it." Katie reluctantly did. John involuntarily said, "Oh," and his cock grew noticeably. Melissa said calmly, "By my watch you have eight more minutes to suck him off." In the background Rita said, "There it is." Katie got on her knees and looked up at John, her bright blue eyes making brief contact with his. She took a sharp breath and got down to it. As her candy-apple red lipstick closed around the head of his cock John said, "Oh shit." She got a firm grip around the base, mostly in paranoia that he would start pushing. Somehow holding it made her feel more in control of it. Melissa coached her quietly in her ear, "No hands this time, slut." Katie dropped her hand to her lap, and started the first few strokes with her mouth, coating his hardening dick with a combination of her saliva and lipstick. Sure enough, after a minute or two John started thrusting his hips in time with her strokes, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Katie's eyes involuntarily squeezed shut every time he thrust into her mouth. It wasn't long at all before he was fucking her face. As her head bounced off the soft wall one of his hands grabbed at her intricately pinned up hair, and held her head back against it. She felt the pins in her hair slip under his grip, and became a little worried that it would get messed up for the other men. He kept her from thinking about it too long, by thrusting hard into her throat, her head held stationary against the wall. Her drool started to hang in a string from her mouth, eventually sliding down into her deep cleavage. Even with it going in a direction Katie wasn't fond of, giving the blowjob was still turning her on. She could smell her juices flowing, and nearly feel her pulse throbbing in her crotch. Melissa just grinned into the laptop, cackling each time Katie gagged, and pointing and laughing when her mascara started running from her tears. Rita had her hand tucked down the front of her yoga pants, slowly stroking at her overworked clit, pacing herself. John thrust a mercifully few more times, and with his cock deep in her mouth, exploded with cum. Katie gagged, coughing a glob of semen out around his cock. She turned her head to the side to get the cock dislodged from her throat. It continued to unload, the second shot pooling out of her mouth, hanging from her chin. The rest dripped from his dick, and started soaking into the sweater stretched over her tits. From elsewhere in the meeting hall a bell rang signaling it was time for the men to move on. John did his pants up, and walked on to the next cubicle. Melissa continued laughing over the ear piece. Katie dove for the handbag, and looking into the computer guts Melissa had it full of remembered she hadn't transferred the actual contents of her handbag to it. No kleenex, no lipstick, no hand mirror. Under her breath Katie said, "Oh damn." She looked up at the new man entering her cubicle. Cum was dripping from her chin, and staining into the front of her sweater. The man stood at the entrance stammering. Melissa came over the earpiece, and said, "Ask him for a moment, then take your sweater off and mop up with it." Katie did as she was told, and Melissa continued, "Now get back on your knees. If you get started now, you can kind of take your time." In just her bra, skirt and red heels, Katie got back on her knees, her bra damp and her tits and face still glossed with a thin smear of another man's cum. She said to the new man, "Come over here. I have to suck your cock." The man stopped stuttering and said, "I'm not going to argue with that." He walked into the cubicle hastily undoing his pants. Katie was relieved when he sat in the chair in front of her. As soon as he was seated she buried both her shame and her face in his lap in one swift motion. His cock seemed a little on the big side to her, it immediately filled her mouth, and it was just starting to get hard. She sucked her cheeks in around his cock and slid back the first time. She looked up at him and he was staring at the ceiling. Much like the man in Melissa's hotel room two nights ago, Katie decided her best tactic was to just get it over with. Once his dick was stiff, she bobbed her head swiftly to a rhythm she was counting off silently, while Melissa called her degrading names over the headset. She felt the man start to sit up, and thought that maybe he was trying to signal her that he was about to cum. She jerked his cock at her face, mouth closed, unwilling to taste more of it. His hands slapped at her back and quickly had the clasp of her bra undone. Katie let off her hand job long enough to get the bra all the way off. She tossed it in the corner as Melissa said, "I think this guy gets a titfuck for that." Katie heard Rita agree, saying dazedly, "Fuck yes, mash that cock between those tits." Katie started to protest, about to say out loud that she had never done that before. Melissa saw her confusion over the video feed and told her what to do. "Lube yourself up for him, slut. Spit on yourself! Down in your cleavage." Katie hesitantly did as she was told. Her massive chest was soon glistening with her spit, and a slowly drying coating of cum. The man was watching her, intently transfixed. "Hold them apart." Katie spread her boobs apart, her spit clinging between them, and running down her belly to the waistband of her skirt. "Squeeze them around his cock." Katie looked over to the handbag, broadcasting a pleading look to her friends back in her room. Her makeup had all slid off from where it had started, collecting in places it hadn't been when she left. "Listen, fuck-slut. Put the fucking dick between your tits, and squeeze." Katie did as she was told. Pumping the hard cock between her soft F cups the man started to groan. She spit down into her cleavage again, and on a downstroke the cock poked her in the face. She squealed. Melissa said, "Open your fucking mouth. Let the cock in." Katie opened her mouth, and soon she was sucking on the head of his cock and pumping the shaft with her tits. She almost missed the man snapping a picture. She did miss him texting it to one of his friends that was also participating, just one cubicle behind. Katie heard the casual conversation drifting over the wall explode into expletives as the man next door received the text. She gave up using her mouth at such an odd angle, and just pumped the man's dick with her tits. The first shot of cum went up her nose. She jerked her head back, and the next glut of semen splattered gently across her lips, the rest of it coating her chin, neck and cleavage. The bell rang. Katie leaned back against the side of the table, putting her head back and letting her knees splay open, and her skirt hike up. The next man was in the cube and had his cock out before she even realized the last one had left. He took in the view of her cum soaked tits, and her visibly soaked pussy framed up in the crotchless panties, and said, "What a fucking slut." Melissa said, "Alright cunt. You are just there to please him. Tell him he can do whatever he wants." Katie looked up at the man stroking his cock in her face, she quietly said, "I'm just here to please you." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to her feet. Keeping enough distance to not get cum on himself, he said in a throaty voice, "Let's try out those fancy fucking panties." Melissa and Rita exchanged glances. Rita shrugged. The man led her to knell on the chair, and pulled her tight skirt up over her ass. Katie could hear Rita say over the head set, "Oh my god." Melissa followed with, "Wow. Those are normally bedroom use only, fuck-slut." Before Melissa was finished talking, the man had his cock deep in Katie's vagina. Katie gasped as it went in. She could feel drips of her natural lubricant soaking into the panties, and as the man pumped they started trailing down her inner thighs. She looked down at the floor, and though to herself that this was the fifth man she had ever had actual sex-sex with in her 40 years, and she didn't even know his name. She thought she should be ashamed of that, but something about it was just turning her on. If she was to be honest about it, the whole thing was turning her on. She wouldn't be honest about it though. As the man pounded into her hips from behind, she watched a drip of the previous man's cum slip off her face and drop to the floor. She hastily wiped off the rest with her palm, subconsciously wiping it off on her skirt. Katie thought for sure he wouldn't be finished before the bell sounded, and sure enough, he wasn't. The next man walked in on her being fucked from behind in crotchless panties and red high heels, a thin layer of cum still clinging to her face from the previous two. "Oh," the man who was fucking her said, "Just a moment." He pulled out, and started blowing a load the three women thought was never going to end. Katie vs. Melissa Day 03 Rita stared blankly into the laptops display, masturbating in her pants and muttering to herself, "Soak that bitches fat ass." The man in the cube's entry was rubbing his cock through the front of his slacks. Melissa said, "Beg him to come fuck you." Some part of Katie was really hoping she would say that. The last man finished cuming on her ass, and Katie said to the new man. "Please fuck me." The fourth man rubbed his cock still staring at her. Melissa barked, "Fucking beg for it, you bippy twat!" Katie repeated. "Please. Give it to me. Fuck me." As he undid his pants he said, "Clean up a little." Katie scooped up her sweater, wiped the cum off her ass and tits. She tossed it on the floor and realized she had to wear that back to her hotel. She bent over the table, facing directly into the camera. Melissa said, "Hold your ass open for him." Katie reluctantly did as the man walked up behind her. Tell him nobody has fucked your ass yet." Katie looked pleadingly into the camera. Melissa shouted back at her, "You're this man's fuck-toy and he wants to fuck your ass!" Rita had a moment of clarity and said, "How do you know he wants anal?" Melissa looked back at her and said, "Sweetheart, they all want anal." Katie felt the man staring to push his cock into her vagina. She didn't want Melissa to go off half cocked, so she said to him, "Fuck my ass. I saved it for you." The man pushed his cock into her pussy and said, "Let me warm it up a little." He fucked her from behind for ten or twenty seconds, and then spit directly on her asshole. His fingers smeared it around, and started teasing at the entry. Katie didn't think it felt entirely unpleasant, but again those thoughts were coming from the part of her she would have denied existed. His finger forced its way in, and she involuntarily squealed. Melissa laughed. Just the tip of his finger was in her ass, playing around the opening, and Katie was already burning with humiliation. He slowly pushed further, and as he did Katie could feel it forcing her vaginal wall harder against his cock. He spit again, and squeezed a second finger in alongside the first. The added sensation was bouncing around in parts of Katie's brain she didn't even know she had. She writhed on the table, smearing the side of her face against it, groaning. He pulled his cock out, and stroked it. He took his fingers out, and Katie gasped in a deep breath. She felt the head of his damp cock touch against her asshole. He spit again, and that part of Katie she denied existed cried out from between clenched teeth, "Fuck my ass." His cock started squeezing in, and she took a sharp breath in pain. Her eyes teared. For the first time in her life she was going to be sodomized. Melissa said slyly, "Turnabout is fair play, bitch." He said in a soothing tone, "Just relax." It entered further and Katie did her best to relax. She paid attention to her breathing, and tried to focus on something else. Eventually the pain lessened and the man started fucking her ass properly. She stared at the handbag, her jaw stuck open as if she was trying to bite off a mouthful of air. Each time she blinked tears ran from the corners of her eyes. The bell rang, and the fourth man hadn't finished yet. He didn't stop, he didn't move on. Over the monitor, Melissa and Rita saw the fifth man standing in the entryway to the cube, stunned. Melissa said, "A real slut needs more cocks." Without any resistance Katie said, "I need more cocks!" Faster than Katie could imagine the man has his cock out and was standing in front of her. The half flaccid cock slapped her in the face, and she guided it into her mouth. It occurred to Katie that in less than an hour she had doubled her number of lifetime sexual partners, and there was still one more to come. The woman in the next cubicle assumed they overbooked the women, and spent the next round looking at Instagram on her phone. The handbag's camera was almost too close to Katie and the two men to see what exactly what was going on anymore. Rita's masturbation slowed, and she suggested, "Have them move so we can see better." Melissa said, "Move to the chair." Everyday-Katie had left, replaced with a sex-crazed maniac that had lived deep in her head. That Katie didn't think about the statement, and just repeated, "Move to the chair." The man she had just sucked off until he got hard went and sat in the chair. The two men worked together lifted her into his lap, his cock slipping against the outside of her soaked vagina. In the maneuvering, the fourth man never pulled out of her ass. They took a couple of seconds to get situated right. Rita watched closely at how they were positioning. "Are they seriously going to DP her?" Katie reached under her, and guided the fifth man's cock into her pussy. Rita and Melissa didn't have the best view of it, but it was clear that the two men were fucking something. Rita said, "Oh shit." She sped up stroking her clit and dug two of her fingers into the pressure points behind the tendons at the top of her inner thighs. She stared mindlessly at the display, breathing heavily between her teeth. Katie didn't even know what was going on anymore. She squealed and groaned, and all she knew was that it felt good. Melissa asked her, "You like that, huh? You like being a slut?" Katie replied, "Yes I love it. I'm your little slut." The two men were a little confused about who she was talking to, but neither slowed. When the bell sounded again neither of the men paid much attention. The sixth man approached silently, and had two handfuls of Katie's hair before she even knew he was there. His cock was in her mouth without her even seeing the rest of him. He pulled at her hair, twisting her face to the side, fucking her head at least as hard as the other two men were fucking her pussy and ass. With each thrust more hairpins flew to the floor. She gagged and coughed, but the sixth man didn't stop. Her mouth tasted like stomach acid, and drool covered her face. The man in her ass finally said, "I'm gonna cum. Get her on the floor." The two other men helped her to her knees, staring up at the fourth man stroking his cock. She didn't remember that it had just been in her ass until she was sucking it. That didn't stop her though. She pumped his cock with her mouth in long and fluid strokes, the other two men stroking to either side of her. He pulled away from her, and finished himself while she held her mouth open for him. The first burst of cum hit her right between the eyes, splattering them both closed. She felt more and more of the hot liquid pool in her right eye, and then some actually made it in her mouth. When he stopped she padded around for the other two cocks like she was looking for her cell phone lost in her bed in the dark. She found them and immediately started alternating sucking them. Her eyes stayed closed, she hadn't taken the time to wipe the cum out of them. In what seemed like no time one of the other men shot his load in her mouth. She spit what had got in her mouth out on her tits, and jerked him off on the side of her face while she returned to sucking off the other man. She leaned back jerking him off with both hands and said, "You want to cum for me? Cum all over my pretty face?" That didn't do it for the man, but it did do it for Rita. She convulsed on the bed behind Melissa. Her breathing was sporadic through her clenched teeth. Katie's hands were slapped away by the man, and he again took up two handfuls of her hair. He pinned her head back against the edge of the table, and fucked her mouth with everything he had. Katie gagged hard and turned her head to the side to stop him. He pulled back and slapped her hard across the face, and returned to fucking her head. With each thrust it made a "klud-klud" sound as her head double bounced off the table. Melissa just watched wide eyed. Sex-Maniac-Katie thought she was in love. After a minute or two the man pushed his cock all the way down her throat. He was quite a bit longer than the first man that had done that, and she started to choke. She fought against it though. It was clear he was cumming and she wanted him to finish before she had to pull back. When he started to pull out she couldn't keep from coughing anymore. When she did cough, a burst of his semen shot up into her sinuses and out her nose. He tucked his drool soaked cock back into his pants, and went to leave just as the bell sounded for the final time. Katie coughed once gently, and wiped the cum off of her face with her hand. She found her bra, and put it back on. It stuck to her chest and became soaked with her drool and errant semen. Standing she pulled the skirt down, and it too soaked up the cum left on her ass. She held up her sweater, and looked at the semen and mascara stains. She couldn't clear the sex fog from her head enough to care. She put it back on, picked up her handbag and left. She walked back to her hotel down the strip. Covered in cum from six men. Even though she had done her best to clean it up, she had nothing to wipe it up with other than her clothing, and no mirror to check how well she had done. People stared. Women averted their gazes. Men asked her if she wanted more. In some way she did want more, but she was going to save that for later. Eventually she got back to her room, where she took a shower so long that it turned into a bath.