2 comments/ 8968 views/ 2 favorites Walker Ch. 01 By: TheBigandBaldGuy Walker slowly approached town. He walked in his steady gait down the country road leading to town, still several miles out. His black cowboy boots made an audible click off the pavement with every step he took, echoing slightly in the thick woods the road cut through. He looked as he always did: Black jeans, black shirt, and black denim jacket carried over his shoulder. For as long as he has walked the roads of this world, Walker has always looked much the same. And as always happens when Walker is around, people begin to act strangely. As Walker strode towards town he passed Vivian, whose car had broken down on the side of the road. She sat in the driver's seat, turned so her feet rested on the road, her head supported by her hands. Vivian was both angry and depressed because her cell phone couldn't find a tower in this spot and she had been waiting for hours for someone to come by to help her. She had missed her college cheerleading photos that day because of her car, so there she sat, looking like the unhappiest cheerleader ever. Yet as Walker passed, her unhappy thoughts suddenly turned decidedly erotic; in fact, they became quite graphically sexual, and she felt a sudden chill race through her body as her clit grew fat, her nipples hardened, and her pussy became wet. Vivian suddenly saw the most deliciously decadent images in her head, images of her being taken by the entire football team, images of her fucking her two hottest professors, images of her being taken rough, hard, treated like the whore she was. Vivian's greatest fantasy, her secret perversion, was to be used as a sexual object, to be taken by force and made to serve a man's -- or several men's -- sexual needs. She desperately wanted to be willingly raped, but had never known how to broach the subject with her many boyfriends. At just that moment two young men from town pulled up in their motorcycles. Both Jimmy and Paul were decent young men; they had graduated high school together, worked for the same landscaping crew together, and spent much of their free time together. They were honest, hard-working young men trying to find a spot in the world, and had only been thinking of helping a distressed motorist when they had pulled off the side of the road and stopped in front of Vivian. But as they passed Walker, their thoughts changed drastically. Paul suddenly saw images of his most ardent desire, that to humiliate and dominate a woman, making his cock grow thick and hard in an instant. He had always wanted to be in absolute command in the bed room, to take complete control, to be the Dom he knew he already was on this inside. His most heart-felt wish was to be the Master to a sex slave, a woman he keeps on hand only to service his numerous sexual needs. He had awkwardly discussed the subject with his wife, but his wishes were quickly and quite thoroughly shot down, and so he had desired silently and desperately since then. Jimmy, meanwhile, had always wanted to be in threesome with his best friend Paul, and it was images of this that now made his long cock become hard like steel. Jimmy was heterosexual, but he'd always had a secret desire for Paul and would love the opportunity to take another woman with him. Although he had no desire to touch, suck, or fuck Paul at all, the thought of watching his best friend's taunt, tanned body work sexual delight, of seeing Paul's muscles flex and squeeze beneath his dark skin, of watching the sweat trickle down his body, was a huge turn on to Jimmy. Paul, unfortunately, was married to utter Puritan who blanched at the mere thought of sex, so Jimmy had always known better to even mention it to him for fear of causing unwanted trouble. But now, both men looked at Vivian and saw in her the answer to their fondest wishes, the final piece to their unfinished fantasy puzzles. Vivian looked back at the two well-built young men with wild desire in her eyes, feeling that they, too, were exactly what she had always been looking for. Without a word, almost as if knowing what the others thought, wanted, and would do, the three started to walk deeper into the humid woods, peeling off clothes as they did. The trio left a trail of cheerleading and motorcycle clothing leading deeper and deeper into the woods as they did so, until they finally came to a small clearing, now all completely naked. They stopped there a moment, to gaze lustfully at each other's naked bodies -- Jimmy looking at Paul as much as he looked at Vivian. She was as pale as the men were tanned, her long strawberry blonde hair now freed from her cheer pony tail and tumbling down across her shoulders. Her breasts were large and firm, her nipples hard and almost aching to be sucked. She was thin and well toned, and her pussy entirely shaved, save for a thin strip of blonde hair in the middle. The men were both darkly tanned and muscular from so many hours spent landscaping, their bodies hard, chiseled examples of male perfection. The two appeared similar, with clean-shaved faces and thick, wavy hair; the only difference being that Paul's hair was dark whereas Jimmy's was blondish. It was really only in their cocks that the friends really appeared different: Paul's cock was of average length but uncommonly thick, whereas Jimmy's was both exceedingly long and thick. Paul was the first to move after the brief interlude to enjoy each other's nude images. He quickly strode forward to Vivian, grabbed her long hair in his fist and pulled hard, snapping her head back as he did so. She let out a surprised but ecstatic yelp, and looked into his dark eyes for a moment before he kissed her passionately, roughly. With his free hand, Paul massaged Vivian's perfect breasts, not with the tender touch of a lover but rather with a rough and desperate grope, the way a man does when he uses a woman strictly for his own pleasure. He pinched and pulled on her erect nipples hard, making her gasp from the pleasurable pain; he even slapped her face and tits hard a few times, telling Vivian what a dirty whore she was the whole time he did so. This was exactly what she had always wanted, always needed. To be used, to be desired, to be forced to comply. Her pussy now grew so wet she felt a trickle of pussy juice slide slowly down her leg. As for Paul, he at last felt in control, totally dominant, and this woman was his to use as he wished -- and at the moment, he wished to use her to fuck himself and his friend. As Paul was kissing Vivian roughly, Jimmy had walked behind her and was now kissing and nibbling her ass as he also roughly rubbed her clit. From this position he was easily able to watch Paul take control of this woman, something he found amazingly sexy. He would smack her ass hard from time to time based upon Paul's actions, which she seemed to enjoy. Jimmy pulled her ass cheeks apart and gently began to flick her asshole with his tongue, all the while drinking in the image of his best friend using this woman. Tired of kissing and needing something more gratifying, and seeing his friend's actions, Paul now twisted Vivian's hair even more tightly in his fist and pulled her head to his hard cock, and ordered her to suck it. Vivian happily complied, forgoing any playful teasing and rather sucking in the whole length of Paul's cock deep into her mouth. As soon as she sucked it deep into her mouth, Paul grabbed her head with both hands and began to forcefully face fuck Vivian. From this position Jimmy was easily able to lick her ass even as he still rubbed her clit, and the combined sensations of having her throat so viciously fucked, her clit rubbed and her ass licked -- as well as having her fantasy fulfilled -- made her orgasm with a shudder and a shiver. Paul was harshly slamming his cock into Vivian's face, loving the sense of dominating and controlling her; Jimmy was having trouble seeing his friend and knew Paul's body would be like poetry in motion as he face fucked Vivian, so he now stood and shoved his long cock deep into her lick-lubed asshole. Vivian didn't expect this hole to be plugged, especially by a cock so long and so very hard, and so she let out a shriek of surprise, pain, and pleasure as Jimmy did so. Paul grabbed her face roughly, and ordered her to take his friend's big cock with no complaint. Jimmy, meanwhile, now thrust his cock as hard and rough into Vivian's ass as Paul was into her throat. The two men slammed their cocks into her with all the force their muscular bodies could create, timing their thrusts to compliment each other's and to meet in the middle. Each member of the trio was in fantastic sexual delight, having their most ardent and deep-seated wishes fulfilled. Vivian was unable to resist the sexual satisfaction, and came numerous times from the rough fucking she was getting from these well-built men. Paul loved the sense of humiliating and dominating this woman, while Jimmy grew only more excited as he watched his friend take complete control of her. Each man grew more aroused as their fantasies were fulfilled, making them fuck all the harder, which in turn fed into Vivian's own fantasy. As the men grew closer and closer to cumming, Paul now ordered Vivian to turn around so each could have a chance to fuck her ass. He also ordered her to suck his friend's cock even though it had just been deep in her ass, which she also did happily. The men slipped their cocks into her at almost the same moment, making her gasp in thrilled delight and having another hard orgasm. Vivian loved the humiliation and degradation of sucking a man's cock that had just been in her ass and further loved that this particular gigantic cock made her gag with every forceful thrust. The pair resumed their frenetic pace once again, each fucking her with as much force as they could muster. They maintained this pace for as long as they could, but unable to stand the pleasure any longer they both came within seconds of each other, Jimmy holding his cock deep in Vivian's throat to shoot his massive load of cum straight down it, while Paul continued to fuck her wildly as he came, filling her ass with his hot cum. The three were indeed well satisfied...and as Walker strode now into town itself, he sniffed the humid summer air and smirked to himself, knowing that three more sexual fantasies had been fulfilled, three more needs met. As he walked into town, Walker passed the office of Dr. McNair, the avuncular medical professional to a large portion of this small community. Dr. McNair had worked here in private practice for nearly 30 years, and was now seeing pediatric patients of people he had seen while they were themselves children. McNair was a giant within this small community and had the physical stature to match his reputation: He stood over six feet tall, had the perfectly aged face of a distinguished rather than merely old man, and a thick mane of silvery salt-and-pepper hair. He had treated people for literally their whole lives, always providing nothing but the most compassionate, loving, and professional care he possibly could. Yet now he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with images of his most cherished yet perverted sexual fantasy: To fuck one of his own patients. McNair had always prided himself on his professional detachment, his medical view of the human body as primarily a wondrous machine that needed constant upkeep and occasional repairs. He had seen more than half the town naked by this point in his career, and had viewed gorgeous hard bodies, flabby obese bodies, elderly wrinkled ones, and even filthy unwashed ones. Yet through all of it, McNair was able to look at the body presented before him for his medical attention as just a body, a machine, essentially a cadaver waiting to happen. But not today. Not with the body before him now. His patient was Jennifer, a patient he had been treating since she was a little girl who was now a healthy, well built 28-year-old teacher here for her yearly physical. Raven-haired and buxom, McNair was struggling with the desire to ravage Jennifer as she lay before him, clad in only a thin medical dressing gown, legs spread wide as she awaited her internal exam. What McNair didn't know was that the glistening wetness now covering Jennifer's soft pink pussy lips was being caused by the sudden, unexpected need for McNair to fuck her as she had never been fucked before. Jennifer's father had died when she was a young girl and she had always grieved the absence of a strong, older man in her life. Since she first became sexually aware Jennifer had always been attracted to older men, and her greatest fantasy was to be fucked by such a man, a man who would claim her as his own little girl and to be her sex Daddy for all time. However, growing up and living in such a small town, as well as being an elementary school teacher, did not lend itself well to finding such a gentleman, and so Jennifer had largely abandoned such wishes as foolish -- until now. McNair sat on his doctor's stool, staring with growing desire at Jennifer's perfect pink pussy, the wetness making it appear to almost shimmer in the light. He licked his lips like a hungry animal, his already hard cock growing even larger as he now smelled her musky odor. He sat there fighting with himself, sexual urge struggling with professional ethics, as Jennifer gave into her own desire and began to slowly grind her hips in order to self-stimulate. She moaned softly, finding her throbbing clit too much to ignore anymore as she slipped her hands down to her pussy; with one hand she rubbed her clit aggressively while with the other she began fucking her wet pussy. McNair found this simply too much, and jettisoned professional ethics as he pulled away her hands, leaned into her pussy, and licked. On his stool McNair was perfectly positioned to eat Jennifer's pussy, which he did with absolute delight. As soon as his tongue gave her pussy lips a long, deep lick, Jennifer sucked her breath in suddenly and let in out in a long, happy moan. McNair never recalled tasting such a delicious pussy, and licked the lips of her pussy slowly and sensually, like someone luxuriating over a particularly tasty ice cream cone. He placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy, slowly slid his tongue upwards along Jennifer's pussy lips, then gave her clit a final flick as he reached the top; along the way he allowed his tongue to slip in deeply into her pussy, thereby teasing her internally was well. McNair had always enjoyed eating a woman's pussy and he now felt like he was in cunnilingus heaven. Jennifer's sable pussy hair was well trimmed, her clit hard and fat, and her pussy lips soft pink. McNair licked the lips happily for quite a while, slowly teasing Jennifer towards an awesome orgasm but not quite allowing her to get there. He then suddenly changed maneuvers, sucking hard on her clit while he slid one finger deep inside her pussy, alternating between giving her a deep finger fuck and twisting it around to stimulate her G-spot. McNair did not need to wait long before Jennifer exploded into an ecstatic orgasm howling in wild pleasure. McNair continued to lick her for several more minutes, giving her a string of almost unbroken orgasms and turning Jennifer into a deeply satisfied, sexually exhausted rag doll. He now stood at last and quickly stripped off all his clothing, revealing to Jennifer his rock-hard cock. He leaned into her and literally ripped the dressing down the middle, exposing her very large and round breasts to his view; he stood for a moment, taking in the image of her lying naked on his examining table, begging him to fuck her. Leaning forward, McNair sucked first one then the other nipple before finally grabbing her hips and pulling her ass off the edge of the table so he could slide his cock into her. Jennifer was reveling in the Daddy fuck she was finally receiving; she felt loved and cared for like no man had ever been able to before, feeling protected by her Daddy's very touch. Having positioned her on the table so he was able to fuck her, McNair rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips for a moment, and then slowly slid his cock into her tight wet pussy. Jennifer shuddered happily from the chill that raced along her spine when McNair's cock reached into the very depths of her pussy, and she again never felt as complete as she did then being fucked by Daddy. Jennifer moaned, feeling yet another orgasm building; McNair, meanwhile, was able to use all of this strength from his standing position to ram his cock deeply into Jennifer, and did so now with increasing speed and intensity. He wrapped his arms around her up held legs closely, holding her legs to him tightly, making her feel safe and warm. McNair slowed down to prevent cumming before he wanted, and took to opportunity to lean forward to suck and lick Jennifer's huge breasts. When he felt the moment had passed, McNair decided he needed to look at Jennifer's sweet ass as he fucked her, so ne now rolled her over and bent her down onto the table, taking her pussy from behind. Standing behind her and being able to literally lean all of his weight into her, McNair was able to bury his cock deep inside Jennifer's pussy, filling her up in a way she had never felt before. He was amazed by the sight of her perfectly toned ass, and couldn't resist the temptation to smack it hard as he fucked her. Jennifer liked this as well, knowing that she had been a very naughty girl and needed Daddy to punish her even as he fucked her. McNair's pumping became harder and harder, his cock swelling as he felt the cum begin to build deep within him. Jennifer meekly asked for Daddy to cum all over her tits, and McNair certainly saw no reason to not comply with such a simple request. At the very last moment he pulled his cock out of Jennifer's pussy as she whirled around and knelt down, just in a time to catch the first thick, white threads of cum as they shot out of his cock. McNair had not had sex in a long time, and had never had such deliciously forbidden and satisfying sex, so this orgasm was like an explosion of cum, one that simply didn't want to end. Ribbon after ribbon of hot cum squirted out of his cock, landing all over Jennifer's tits, painting her chest in cum. After he had finally finished cumming, Jennifer scooped up as much as she could with her fingers and sucked McNair's cum into her mouth, rubbing the remnants onto her tits... And Walker walked on, taking a convoluted course through town that brought him now into the more residential part of town. There he took a small back alley, one that separated the back lawns of Jordan's and Marissa's property. It was a scorching hot, humid day, and Marissa had been lounging in her bikini poolside all day, working on her already impressive tan. She did this most Saturdays as her work-addicted and status-conscious husband sequestered himself in his office to work on yet more legal briefs, arguments, and other pending cases. She couldn't remember the last time they had enjoyed a weekend together, and knew it had even been longer since his hands roamed over her trim body lustfully as they once did; she would now spend as much time as possible out by her pool, dreaming of getting fucked by some man in her own house while her husband toiled away in his office. These were her typical thoughts as she lay there by the pool on any given Saturday. Today, however, these thoughts suddenly seemed to be well-nigh overpowering. The combined effects of her naughty images, the sensation of the sun beating down on her sweat-slicked skin, and touching her hot skin every time she applied more sun tan lotion had worked Marissa into a sexual frenzy that needed satisfaction. Jordan, meanwhile, had long gazed at Marissa while she sun bathed. He could count on her being there by her pool almost every Saturday, just lounging in her very skimpy bikini, looking utterly delicious. Despite that fact that he had lived there for over 3 years, Jordan had never spoken to Marissa, didn't even know her name, and knew nothing about her at all other that she sun bathed by her pool once a week. Jordan had adopted the habit of finding yard work to do on Saturdays so he could stare lustfully at her luscious body; he would then go back inside his house and masturbate to thoughts of his greatest fantasy, that of having a completely anonymous fuck with a woman he didn't know at all. Walker Ch. 01 But now, these thoughts were almost making Jordan walk across the alley and fuck the woman by the pool, regardless of the consequences. He stood there, subtlety long discarded, and simply gawked at this edible sun bather. He wore only a pair of cut-off jean shorts and his work boots due to the heat, and had started to unconsciously rub the large bulge in his shorts that had suddenly developed. Marissa had only been aware of her neighbor in a peripheral manner before today, but now she noticed him across the alley leering at her and rubbing his cock threw sexy looking shorts, and her own sexual desire became simply too much for her to handle. She stood from her chaise lounge, looking right at Jordan unabashedly. Though normally shy and reserved, Jordan boldly returned her stare and rubbed his bulge more aggressively as he waited to see what happened. Marissa took off her sunglasses, still keeping her eyes locked on Jordan's. She then untied the knot keeping her bikini top secured around her neck, letting her gorgeous tits fall free. She stood there arms akimbo so he could take in the beauty of her breasts and stared provocatively at Jordan. She then undid the clasps that kept her stringy bikini bottom together, and stood naked before Jordan, separated only by a small fence and an alley. Marissa now crooked a finger at Jordan, beckoning him to her, as she began to walk towards the back door of her home. Jordan followed with a bound, stripping off his shorts as he did so. The pair walked into Marissa's kitchen. Jordan was about to say something, but Marissa stopped him by gently placing one finger on his lips. As she did, he could now hear the muted sounds of a man in the house, apparently talking on the phone about some kind of legal matter. She kissed him gently, then took him by the hand and led him past the closed door of what must have been the home office, and then upstairs to her bedroom. Once there she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, passionately, unleashing all the pent up sexual frustration and repressed anger she had been hiding for so long. Marissa's pussy flooded at the thought that her bedroom was directly above the home office, and so she would literally be fucking another man right above her husband's head. Marissa loved that fact that her most stimulating fantasy was about to be fulfilled; now that her husband was more married to his work than he was to her, she would be taking matters into her own hands -- as well as a big cock into her mouth and pussy -- to find her own pleasure. Jordan's cock nearly burst at Marissa's embrace as his own wildest fantasy now came towards fruition. The heat emanating from her body; the feel of her trim, shapely, and taut body; the slippery sun bathing lotion rubbing against his cock as they embraced -- all of these things assaulted his mind and his body at once to make Jordan feel that his cock would soon simply explode with cum. The pair stood there for some time, kissing, rubbing, exploring each other's bodies with their hands, feeling, tasting. Marissa finally began to gently guide Jordan backwards to a wing chair in the corner of their room and sat him down on it. She then lowered herself to her knees, and without saying a single word took his rigid cock in her hands and gently rubbed her tongue around the head of it. Looking into his eyes as she did so, Marissa circled the head of his cock several times, and then slowly traced the length of it with the tip of her tongue all the way down to his balls. She gave them a few playful licks, and then gently licked all the way back up until she retuned the head, which she again circled teasingly with her tongue. Marissa continued this delightful torture for quite a while, making this last as long as possible to stretch out the time she had sex with another man right above her husband's head. It made her pussy drip to know that she knelt on their bedroom floor sucking this delicious cock just above her husband as he threw himself into his work. Jordan felt as if he were in Heaven, being orally pleasured by this amazing woman whose name he didn't know and to whom he had not yet uttered a single word. Both were feeling happily satisfied as their fantasies were fulfilled. Marissa now decided that it was time to take this cock sucking up a notch, and at long last slowly slid Jordan's entire length into her mouth. She buried his cock deep into her mouth so that the head now touched her throat gently as she slowly swiped her tongue back and forth along the base, incredibly sucking and licking at the same time. Jordan feared he might come immediately just from that incredible sensation, but Marissa knew how to suck a cock at just the right tempo and so now slowly slid it back out, giving the head a few gentle sucks and licks as she did so. Marissa looked deeply into Jordan's eyes as she stroked his cock with her hand, and then again sucked the length of his cock into her mouth. She continued this pattern of slowly eating his cock for as long as she could stand it, but the need to feel hot cum once again blast into her mouth was finally too much for her. Marissa increased the speed of her sucking, bobbing her head along Jordan's cock with ever increasing speed, her one hand wrapped around his cock to stroke him as she sucked while the other played with his balls. Jordan had her hair wrapped tightly in his fist and was pushing her head down in rhythm with her own movements, lifting his hips up slightly to meet her mouth on the way down. Jordan's breathing became ragged and rough as his cock swelled in Marissa's mouth, and she knew it would not be long before she tasted the salty goodness of his hot cum. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, stroking his cock hard and fast until cum erupted out of it like it was a fountain. Jordan tried hard to keep his usual screams and shrieks to a minimum but found it difficult as the amazing orgasm wracked his body with unparalleled delight. Marissa nearly came herself as the first hot squirts of cum splashed against her tongue, the joy of satisfying a lover in such a visceral way now forcefully returned to her. She continued to jerk Jordan's cock until the last drops of cum oozed out of it, and then she closed her gaping mouth and swallowed it all with a loud gulp, and finally a satisfied and truly contented sigh. Jordan sat there for a moment, slumped in the chair and feeling wonderfully tapped from the amazing blow job he had just received. Once he had regained his strength as well as his composure, he stood, pulling up Marissa to her feet as he did so. Just as wordlessly as she had treated him, he now wordlessly lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to her bed. He laid her down on it, then lay on top of her and began to kiss her lips, her face, her chin. He slowly began to work his way down, kissing now her neck, shoulders, and upper chest. Jordan stopped on his journey downward to linger with her tits for a playfully long while, licking, flicking, nibbling, and sucking on her nipples as he squeezed her tits. Growing impatient, Jordan pulled himself away from her breasts to finally and slowly lick the center line of her belly downwards, past her belly button, and down to her cleanly shaven pubic area. He gave her one long, slow lick right down the middle, until he finally reached her delicious pussy. Jordan was far too aroused at this point to tease Marissa the way she had him, and so he immediately began to lick her clit hard. He flicked at her hard little clit, occasionally sucking on it as well, just as hard as he could. Jordan wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling his to her so her could have greater access to her pussy, and licked her clit like a man dying of thirst when first given water. He licked and sucked hard, bringing her quickly to orgasm, which she let out in a long, unbroken moan. Aroused and fully hard again from the amazing sexual experience he was having, Jordan now took advantage of Marissa's post-orgasm state and mounted her again, his cock sliding easily into her hot, wet pussy. Marissa moaned again loudly from the unexpected delight and surprise of being fucked so soon after cumming. Jordan did not think he had even felt a pussy so tight and wet before in his entire sexual life and knew that it would not be long before he was cumming again. He now discarded all pretexts of style or technique and merely gave Marissa a jackhammer-like fuck, simply slamming his cock into her with as much force as he could. His pumping quickly brought about the effect he wanted from Marissa as she started her long, mewling-like moan again as she came. It was not long after Marissa finished cumming that Jordan gave her a few more frantic pumps and he came again, filling her tight pussy with his cum... Walked strolled happily out of town, having left behind a long trail of sexual delight, erotic excess and fantastic satisfaction everywhere he had gone that day. As the sun went down behind a humid haze, many residents of this little town rested in shocked amazement that their long-standing and deepest fantasies had been so unexpectedly and completely fulfilled. Many such people who met that day made plan to meet more often. Among them, a college cheerleading would soon be hosting regular visits from two hard-bodied young men from town for a little forceful threesome play; a local teacher would begin making twice-monthly visits to her doctor for very thorough, in depth examinations; and two neighbors would soon have a standing fuck date on Saturday afternoons. And Walker just walked, closer and closer to another town. Walker Ch. 02 Walker trudged his way closer to the small city through the howling wind and the driving snow, his long gray hair whipping out behind him. He still wore only his thin denim jacket because cold never touched him; Walker burned with a raging internal heat unknown to any mere human. As he did, Walker approached a house in which some repairs were being considered for the spring. Brittany and her husband had lived in the small, bungalow-style home for only a few years but she was already growing tired of its appearance. She wanted -- no, needed -- something different, something new, something with a little more flair and a little more spark than her current dull surroundings. Unfortunately, Brittany admitted to herself with a deep sigh that it was not merely her house that needed a new spark but indeed the totality of her life, especially her sex life. Brittany was a timid 23-year-old who was exceedingly attractive yet who hid her beauty behind plain clothes and drab hair styles, due largely to the preference of her husband. She had married her high school sweetheart immediately after graduation because he was safe, predictable, a known quantity. Her husband had proven to be everything she expected him to be -- habitual, dull, and boring. He worked hard, but even though he was only one year older than she he had already developed those concrete habits that reminded Brittany of an old man. He awoke at precisely the same time everyday, followed the exact same daily pattern, arrived home and went to bed at the exact same time every night after having again followed a known pattern. He liked meatloaf on Tuesdays and wore tan pajamas to bed. And there, in bed, is where Brittany had found him to be the most horribly lacking. When they were in high school Brittany had been caught up in the forbidden delights of sneaking around to fuck her boyfriend, so she thought their sex life was incredible. Besides, they were only able to have sex everyone once in a great while, so every time they fucked it was explosive. But once they got married Brittany realized the reason her husband had been fine only having sex once a month was because he only wanted it once a month, and there was nothing she could do to encourage him to be more virile. But that wasn't even the worst of it for Brittany. On the rare occasions they did actually fuck, her husband would again follow a predictable pattern: Roll on his side, kiss her for about a minute, mount her, fuck her for about another minute, cum with a whimper, then roll off and immediately go to sleep. Brittany would lay there in the dark listening to him snore, thinking this is what the next 60 years of her life had to offer and feeling more and more desperate with every passing month. Brittany was beyond dissatisfied with her sex life and she desperately needed a real man who would fuck her properly. She often thought of what that would be like and would usually masturbate briefly, then let her thoughts go as foolish dreaming. Today, however, as the snow whirled and the wind howled around a lone walker making his way past her house, she suddenly felt almost ravenous, mad with lust, a sex-crazed beast whose panties were already saturated with overflowing pussy juices. She imagined a real man fucking her the way a woman was meant to be fucked, and she wished longingly for a man who would allow her to explore her naughty side. Because more than perhaps anything else, more than just be handled and used by a man who could please her sexually, more than being deftly employed as a device for his pleasure, what Brittany desperately wanted was to be butt fucked hard. Her life, especially her sex life, was more than merely vanilla; it was vanilla with all the flavor drained out. She so wanted to feel dirty, to be naughty, to connect with her sexual side and to explore the darker, more forbidden and taboo aspects of sex. Brittany thought having a thick hard cock sliding slowly into her well-lubed ass was a delightful place to begin. Mike had just pulled up to the house that was to be his first inspection and estimate for the day, a small and dull looking bungalow; considering the weather it would also likely be his last. The amount of work planned to be done come spring was rather extensive, so his boss -- the owner of the whole contracting business and the only other one working on this foul day -- was planning on joining him there shortly to help out and get the estimate right. Mike had the chiseled good looks and hard body that was often attached to men who worked hard with their hands. His body was thin and muscular, his face angular, clean shaven and handsome, and his jet black hair was tossed back in a foppish, Elvis-like tassel. Between his looks, his wit and his charm, Mike had never had any trouble attracting the company of ladies and had certainly always pleased those whom he chose to bring home to his bed. But ever since getting caught playing with himself at just the moment of orgasm when he was about 13, Mike had always been tremendously turned on at the thought of fucking in places and situations in which there was the chance of being seen, or even better, having an authority figure of some kind walk in on him while having illicit sex. He had tried with many of his numerous sex partners in the past, but they were either too nervous to do it, too scared to finish, or too intimidated to really open up the way he needed them to. Despite years of successful sexual experiences, Mike had just never been able to pull this one off for some reason. He had been thinking languidly about this fantasy as he drove along the snowy roads today, more of a pleasant distraction on a cold day than a serious plan of action. But as he pulled in front of the house, Mike suddenly felt overwhelmed by powerful sexual energy, felt like stripping himself naked right there in the bitter cold so everyone could see him, so anyone who wanted to could view his sexual prowess and his considerable endowments; his cock became so thick and hard that it nearly burst through his work pants. He wanted to run the risk of being seen, and it was onto this thought that his mind latched as he knocked on the front door of the little bungalow. As soon as Brittany swung the door open and the pair caught each other's eye, it was if they knew what the other needed. Brittany and Mike immediately embraced passionately, their kisses ranging all over the other's lips, face, and neck. The pair stumbled into Brittany's living room and onto her couch, but Mike very deliberately left the front door wide open. He wanted anyone who might happen to drive by to be able to see them fuck -- or even better, to have his boss see them as soon as he walked in. Mike partially guided and partially pushed Brittany back to the couch as they kissed wildly, where he then gently shoved her down onto it. She had never been so handled so magnificently, never used by a man -- a real man -- who clearly had so much confidence and skill to fuck her properly. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and thought she might already cum, even though they had as of yet only kissed. She was seated on the couch in a controlled fall, Mike then kneeling in front of her. The pair continued to kiss with a frenzied passion, each enthralled by their own fantasy, each finding in the other the answer to something desperately needed. Mike pulled off Brittany's sweatshirt and undid her beige bra, revealing her large, soft breasts. He immediately began to massage and knead them, gently pinching and rolling the nipples in his fingers as he did so, as he slowly began to kiss and nibble his way down Brittany's neck and towards her tits. Brittany now knew she was close to cumming, so amazed was she at the touch of a true man with actual skill. She squeezed Mike's head to her chest and ran her fingers through his thick black hair, trying to get him as close to her -- indeed, inside of her -- as possible. Mike furiously licked his way down to her breasts, finally arriving at her nipples. As he gently licked and sucked on first one thick pink nipple and then the next, he pulled off his shirt, and then stood to pull off his pants as well. He revealed to Brittany his almost perfectly developed body and his thick, deeply curved cock. Kneeling back in front of her, Mike licked her nipples gently like a kid eating a lollipop, and then sucked the entirety of it into his mouth, finally pulling on it with his teeth with just enough force to send shivers through her body yet gently enough not to hurt her sensitive flesh. At the same time, Mike continued to squeeze and massage Brittany's ample tits. The feeling was so amazing, so extraordinary, so like nothing she had ever experienced before, that Brittany did finally orgasm just from her having her breasts stimulated, making a delicious mess in her already soaked panties. Mike now roughly pulled off her jeans and wet panties, spreading her legs wide to reveal a deliciously wet and glistening pink pussy before him. As much as Mike enjoyed the physical sensations of kissing and licking this beautiful woman, he found himself most turned on by the thought that his boss could walk in at any moment and see him fucking a potential customer. Every time the cold wind blew along his balls, Mike was reminded how deliciously exposed he was. Aroused now almost to the point of exploding, Mike pounced on this lovely pussy before him like he was attacking it with his mouth rather than merely licking it. Brittany sucked in her breath harshly at the first thrilling touch of Mike's tongue to her pussy, already feeling her next orgasm build. She felt so alive, so wonderfully satisfied by having a man touch her in all the right ways and with such wanton connection to his own lust. She grabbed his hair hard and pushed his face tighter and tighter into her pussy, trying somehow to make him become one with her. The feel of his talented tongue licking all along her pussy lips was more than she could have imagined possible, but it became even better when Mike started to suck on her clit and use his finger to stimulate her G-spot. Again pressing his head into her, she could feel the suction on her clit grow and grow until she once again enjoyed a thunderous orgasm. Mike's cock was now aching for some attention. He now stood in front of Brittany, his cock perfectly poised to enter her mouth. She looked hungrily at the delicious treat before her, and then up into his eyes as she stroked it with both hands; as she did, Mike grabbed her long auburn hair and pulled her head towards him, sliding his cock into her mouth as she guided it in. Remaining like that, Brittany stayed still and instead let Mike use her as a device with which to suck his cock. She loved the fact that he was using her so deftly, twisting her to his will so aptly; he loved the fact that he stood before this open door, knowing anyone at any time could see them there as this lovely woman sucked his engorged cock. Mike felt so exposed, so bared, so vulnerable, and was wildly excited by having that sense of tender openness. But for as much as Mike loved a good blow job, he had something else in mind entirely. He loved the risk that he took by being so bold, but he wanted to do something even more outrageous that, if caught, would only add to the delightful sense of the forbidden. Mike pulled out of Brittany, practically lifted her as he pulled her off the couch, turned her around and bent her over. Her gorgeous curved ass arced deliciously into the air, and Mike gently placed his spit-slicked cock against the puckered rim of her asshole. As soon as Brittany felt the tip of his cock gently nudge its way into her ass, she felt a chill race along her body and let out a long, happy moan. She shuddered with delight as his cock slowly, slowly, slowly forced its way deeper and deeper into her ass, making her feel fuller and more complete than ever before. Brittany never knew there could be such pleasure associated with sex and had never felt so filled by her husband, and let loose yet another riotous orgasm before Mike's cock was fully engulfed by her ass. Mike loved the tight, cloying feel of her ass as it slowly expanded and then clamped around his cock again. Once he hit bottom, Mike stopped for a moment, then began to pump Brittany's ass slowly at first. Grabbing her hips, he now remained still and guided her back slowly onto the full depth of his cock, spearing her ass with it, and then pushed her gently away. He stood still, again using her like a tool of his own satisfaction, a fact that turned Brittany on exceedingly. Mike continued to move Brittany back and forth along his cock, almost as if her ass and her entire body were just extensions of his own masturbatory action, as if she only was there to serve his sexual needs. But as the swelling need with him to cum grew larger and larger and as his balls grew tighter, Mike began to slowly increase the speed with which he fucked Brittany's ass. His pendulous balls had at first flew forward with each thrust and gently slapped her pussy, but they now began to prepare a massive squirt. Mike's tempo increased continually until he was at last fucking her like a beast, ramming his thick cock into her ass with all his considerable force. Brittany made a constant yet delighted whimpering sound, overcome with such raw sexual pleasure. She never felt so full, so perfectly contented. The feeling of having this deliciously thick hard cock in her ass was intoxicating, now made only more so by the way in which Mike slammed it into her roughly. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but it was a fire of pleasure and perfectly debauched bliss. Brittany could actually feel Mike's cock swell within her as he approached orgasm, and knew she was soon to get a creamy treat. Mike threw his head back and wailed an unearthly shriek as the first squirt of thick, creamy cum shot into Brittany's ass, followed by another and another. He kept pumping furiously, so that her ass was soon filled with cum that was slowly oozing out and down along her pussy. Mike finally stopped cumming, then playfully smacked Brittany's ass with the wonderfully contented joy that comes from finally fulfilling a deep-seated fantasy... Some miles down the snowy road, Walker smiles devilishly to himself because he knows what these two just accomplished and can feel the burning heat of their passion. As he walked further into the small city, Walker passed an insurance office in which only two employees made it to work that day. Michelle stood at the large window of the office, looking out at the city as the snow slowly buried it. She sometimes wished she didn't live close enough to work that she could walk to the office, but at least her day had been quiet. This, she knew, would not be the case tomorrow as the claims and calls from all of today's accidents stated pouring in, but at least today it was just her and Cal, the branch manager. As she stood there watching the snow gently fall to the ground, Michelle couldn't help but have her mind return to the same thought: Her deep desire to be spanked, to be viciously punished, and for it to be done in the hardest way possible. Although she had never been overly attracted to Cal, being the only one with him at work today brought back memories of a vicious spanking she received one time while at the all-girl's middle school she attended. Although the principal -- a Mr. Scott, if she recalled correctly -- did not intend her punishment for being caught with "perverted" magazines to be a sexual experience, it certainly had been for Michelle. Mr. Scott had asked her teachers to leave his office, and then explained what her punishment was to be. He seemed so powerful, so in control, so manly as he dictated to her what her own punishment was to be. Michelle had felt small and alone when it was just Mr. Scott and her in his office, yet also wonderfully protected as well. As he leaned her across his knee and his large, strong hand cracked against her taut little ass, Michelle realized the more it stung the wetter her pussy became. Although he had only smacked her perhaps five times, Michelle felt like her pussy would soon explode; as soon as she could she slipped away to the bathroom to feverishly massage her clit to orgasm. Which is why, despite the fact that she had never really been attracted to Cal before, her mind had been on that first delicious spanking she received and now dreamed of getting another, far more intense and painful one than ever before. Her mind always turned to these thoughts when she was alone with a man in a position of authority, but had yet to ever act upon them. As she stood there at the window, watching a lone man in black denim make his way through this storm, Michelle suddenly felt overwhelmed with lust and the need to have her ass punished unmercifully. At that exact moment in the office behind her, Cal, a serious business man with a mind usually only given towards profit generation and liability protection, suddenly found himself completely unable to follow the course of the conversation he was having with an investor on the phone. As the man's voice turned into an inarticulate buzz in Cal's ear, his thoughts were suddenly and wholly given over towards recollections of what had been a long repressed fantasy: To hurt, to punish, to cause extreme pain on a submissive lover who would only beg him for more. Cal had never known why he wanted to hurt others, why he was so turned on by the thought of inflicting pain and humiliation on others, why the thought of a woman's cry of painful pleasure made him so ravenously horny. All he knew was that he desperately wanted to indulge in this desire, yet his strong desire to succeed in business made him wary of engaging in such activities should his proclivities ever be discovered. So, rather than channel that energy elsewhere, rather than try to moderate it or mitigate it to some degree, rather than give into it in a safe environment, Cal chose instead to stuff it entirely and focus on his career, thereby making himself dour, serious, and sexless as a monk. But today he suddenly found himself being ravaged by thoughts and images he had thought were locked in a tiny box in the deepest recesses of his mind. Flooded by these graphic images and deliciously twisted thoughts, Cal abruptly excused himself from the investor's call and used the intercom to call for Micelle, saying he needed her in his office immediately. As he did, something told Michelle in exactly what manner and for what purpose Cal needed her. She walked into his office, eyes downcast. She gloried in the sense of having been naughty, having done something horribly wrong and needed to be punished for it. She thought for a moment that perhaps she should apologize for what she had done, but glancing at Cal as he slowly slid the belt out from his pants and unbuttoned his shirt told her she had best stay quiet. Cal glared at Michelle with utter contempt, the way one might a bug just before crushing it. He had never had any animosity towards this office worker, had in fact always liked her, but right now he only wanted to punish her, cause her pain, humiliate and hurt her all he could. Cal knew his options were limited here in his office, so he would have to rely on the old stand by and spank her ass raw. Michelle stood before Cal, eyes downcast, hands clasped before her, looking very much like a contrite Catholic about to make confession. She suddenly felt so excited, so sexually charged, Michelle realized as she stood there that she was trembling slightly in anticipation of the spanking she hoped she would get. Cal stood close to her for a moment and could actually see her shaking; he hoped it was in fear of the beating she knew was coming. Cal grabbed her roughly and spun her around, shoving her down over his desk so that he ass was bent over the edge. He pulled up her short skirt brutishly, and then literally ripped her skimpy panties off her until her soft sweet ass was exposed. Walker Ch. 02 Cal stepped back to enjoy the view. Here was one of his secretaries, bent over his desk, her ass exposed, and completely bent to his will. And quite a lovely ass it was. Even though Michelle was now nearly 40 years old, she took excellent care of her body and worked out hard. She had a slim waist, large breasts -- which she was not afraid to accentuate while at work -- and a toned, hard ass earned from hours on the elliptical machine. She was quite pale, and her ass was a lovely milky white, making the bright pink pussy lips showing touched with blond hair look all the brighter. To Cal, Michelle's ass looked for a moment like two gently curved hillocks covered in the season's first snow. But he was enjoying this view not so much for what it was, but what he would soon make it: Bright fiery red, his hand print smacked onto it dozens of times, sore and painful. Cal smiled cruelly at the thought of Michelle squirming at her desk the next few days as she tried to find a comfortable position to sit. Michelle loved being bent over this desk, her firm little ass exposed for the entire world to see. She felt like that naughty 14-year-old again, just about to receive her just rewards for being such a perverted little slut and she loved it. Michelle felt her pussy moisten to the point that it was no longer merely wet but was by now slippery. As Cal stood behind Michelle enjoying the sight of her ass, he began to rub it gently. As he did, Cal stripped himself naked. He gently rubbed Michelle's ass for some time, massaging her pussy and clit as he did so. He did this very deliberately, because he wanted her to be relaxed, calm, yet aroused at the moment his first spank struck her ass. This, he believed, would make the surprise and pain all the more intense for her. After stimulating her wet pussy until Michelle was almost ready to orgasm, Cal suddenly and unexpectedly pulled his arm back and slapped her ass cheek with all his force. The crack of flesh smacking flesh was like a firecracker going off in the small office, and it immediately elicited a cry of surprise and pain from Michelle. She had not been expected the sudden slap, but her cry was replaced by a contented moan now that her ass began to burn with fiery delight. Cal stopped before spanking again to view his handiwork, and was rewarded with the perfect image of his hand in red on Michelle's soft white ass. His already hard cock swelled at the sight of this, and he was now overtaken in what was almost a sexual rage. Cal slapped the first cheek, then the other, with even more force than the first, turning Michelle's ass a brightly burning red. He then spanked it again and again and again in a controlled frenzy, pummeling her sweet ass in a regular cadence. Cal smacked one ass cheek hard, then the next, then the first, and on and on until Michelle's butt turned a deep, angry red that was obviously painful and sensitive. But to Michelle, the sting in her ass was a heavenly bliss, a pleasure unlike any she thought possible. Her wet pussy was now positively sopping, the juices of her cunt flowing down her leg. The first orgasm she had while Cal was spanking her was the most intense she had ever enjoyed, and she could already feel another building deep inside her. Cal stopped, exhausted from punishing Michelle's ass as well as more than ready to slide his thick hard cock deep inside her. He walked to the other side of the desk so that he now faced Michelle, whose mouth was conveniently at cock level. He grabbed her long blond hair and roughly shoved his now steely-hard dick into her, trying to fuck the very back of her throat as he did. Cal then took his leather belt and whipped Michelle's ass, leaving long red streaks crisscrossing her butt. The pain was divine pleasure to Michelle. Every sting caused her pussy to convulse and the pain only made her cunt grow wetter and wetter. Cal's generous spankings caused her to become intensely tingly and sensitive, and she unabashedly rubbed her clit now to massage out another orgasm. As she did, Cal fucked her face wildly, trying with all his might to shove his cock all the way to the back of her throat. He found the sound of her choking and gagging with every thrust to be an incredible delight, and would occasionally stop with his cock plugging her throat to hold her nose, thereby making her just a little oxygen deprived. Cal began whipping Michelle's ass once again in a wild frenzy, now slashing his belt across her rear in perfect time to his wildly animal-like cock thrusting. Michelle rubbed her clit roughly, caught up in such a sexual experience that, between the waves of pleasure washing over her body and the near asphyxiation, she could scarcely remain conscious. Cal pumped her mouth like an engine piston and whipped her ass as if trying to beat the Devil himself from her, the orgasm within him building, his cock swelling and growing thicker than ever before. At the last moment he dropped his belt and harshly grabbed Michelle's hair, pulling her head towards him and burying her face in his musky pubic area. While this might have disturbed most people Michelle loved the command, the control Cal exercised over her, and the dizziness of having her nose closed and her mouth plugged only heightened the orgasm that now wracked her body. With Cal's cock already shoved all the way into Michelle's mouth, the first ribbons of sticky cum that shot out of his cock simply plashed on her throat and oozed downwards. An entire stream of thick white cum flowed out of Cal's cock, like the water caught up behind a dam that just came crashing down, flooding Michelle's throat with his creamy goodness... Walker continued on, smiling. He walked now through the run-down outskirts of town, past former coal breakers and the slag piles left in their wake, momentarily brilliant white with fresh snow. As he did Walker passed a small, equally run-down and grungy bar, one that formally served the coal miners but now services the many depressed and unemployed workers in this once industrial little city. The interior of this bar was as dilapidated and run-down as the exterior, as were the few patrons sitting inside. They were all from the immediate neighborhood and within walking distance of the bar, and while they might soon be losing their unemployment or having their houses foreclosed, they at least had their bar. So even today, as the wind howled outside and another foot of snow piled up, these few stalwarts were in the bar drinking their cheap beer. Most stared forlornly into their brews, long since numb to pleasure yet still somehow able to feel the pain of their lives. A few chatted quietly, morosely, while a handful stared with rapt attention at the inane daytime television and regular reports of the storm and two played pool. There were four men and one woman drinking there, all unemployed and all struggling with their own inner demons on that cold, snowy day. Even the owner, who was tending the bar, struggled with fears that he may soon have to close his business. Depression and the sense of lives gone horribly wrong hung heavily in the air, thick as cigarette smoke once did in an earlier era. Depression gripped these people, that is, until Walker strode past. Then, as a group, they lifted their heads and looked around, as if waking from a long, dark dream. They all looked at the bar and each other differently, seeing color where before there had been none, detecting odors they had not been able to before, and feeling...oh, yes, feeling. Feeling the heat of their own blood, the wonderful sensations of their own skin, the soft, tender folds of their own sexual organs. All of the men became instantly hard, while the one lone woman there seemed to suddenly gush with wetness in her pussy, her nipples tighten and become solid, and the need for every hole in her body to be plugged became simply overwhelming. Each of the men there suddenly recalled their own personal, deeply held or hidden fantasy, and became wild with lust to satisfy it there in that bar. But for the woman, who was named Amy, her perfect fantasy had always been to be gang fucked by a group of men, the dirtier and filthier the better. She had always had a secret desire to be used, to be humiliated, to be turned from a person into nothing more than a pleasure toy for a group of filthy men. The reason why had always eluded her, because Amy thought very highly of herself and would never countenance disrespect from any romantic partner she had ever had. In fact, she was typically the sexually dominant member of her relationships, often telling her male partners what to do, where to go, and how to do it. But this secret fantasy lingered in her heart, and for as much as she might like normally to think otherwise, Amy wanted nothing more than to be used and serve the sexual needs of a group of men. She didn't even care if she came or if they treated her like a person; she just wanted to be used, to be fucked hard, man after man, hole after hole, and to have their hot cum splash all over her body. Amy turned to the man sitting closest to her and began to kiss him passionately. He was older than she and rough looking, with an over-worn Steelers shirt, but his otherwise venality only turned her on even more, making her feel like even more of a dirty little slut. As the pair kissed wildly, their hands coursing over each other's bodies with complete intimacy, the other patrons walked to where Amy was sitting, slowly shedding clothes as they did. The bar owner locked the door and turned off the neon open sign, and also began to strip. By this time Amy had released the man's thin but long cock from his pants and was stroking it gently, while he had exposed both of her breasts and was sucking each one it turn, pinching and pulling on the nipple not being sucked. All of the other men surrounded her now in a semi circle that would otherwise have been very intimidating but now served only to make her pussy hot and wet. Each man stood before her naked and each with massively hard cocks, each looking to her more delicious and edible than the next. She kissed each in turn with complete passion and sense of servitude in her heart, stroking a cock in each hand as she did so. They had by now all but torn off her wool sweater and bra, completely exposing her large round tits, which were now being massaged, squeezed and sucked by any man that could get hold of one. She felt hands all over her, and the other men were rubbing her legs and massaging her pussy through her faded jeans. They were rough and handled her like a toy, a play thing to be enjoyed, and she loved the way that disregard for her emotions made her feel. Amy was far too caught up in kissing lips and stroking cocks to know who was doing what to her, while her head spun from the confusion of intensely excited feelings. She only knew that a pair of strong hands pulled her back off the stool while another ripped her jeans and panties off her, the two actions working in concert to get her naked quickly and roughly. Amy was then part carried, part dragged to the pool table, the constant kissing, licking, rubbing, and stroking carrying on all the while. Once there she was turned around so she faced the pool table, one of the men slipping in front of her and laying down on the table, his thick hard cock pointing straight into the air, looking almost like a dark red rocket ready to explode. Amy saw this man well as she was pushed forward onto him, his youthful face beaming with eager anticipation, his young body muscular and taut, his cock already glistening with a drop of pre cum on the very tip. She straddled this young man, grabbing his cock and sliding it deeply inside her pussy as she did so. The feeling of having him slide all the way in, feeling as if he was fucking her belly, sent a shiver of excitement all along her body. Amy had little time to enjoy this singular sensation, however, as she was pushed forward roughly, thereby exposing her ass. As soon as her ass was in the air she felt a large cock slowly force its way into her. With no preparation and no lube it hurt a little, but Amy had taken many cocks up her ass before and was soon able to accommodate its impressive girth. Besides, she was reveling in the pain of being fucked in such a way and in the way she was being so masterfully used. Even as this cock was pushing its way slowly into her ass another, considerably larger cock was being shoved into her mouth, gagging her with the quick, animalistic face fuck its owner was giving to her. Amy reached out and grabbed the cocks of the last two men, stroking them as she did. The men remained in this arrangement for some time, eventually switching positions so each could have a shot at her holes. In time each man had fucked her in every hole, using her like she was a plaything, a human love doll, only there for their pleasure and satisfaction. Each man fucked her hard, treating her with the contempt she craved and secretly wished for, slamming his cock -- regardless of which hole he was fucking -- into her like he was a jackhammer. Amy gladly and greedily sucked each cock presented to her, even the ones that had just recently been buried deep inside her ass. She didn't care and only reveled in the sluttiness of the moment. Amy had been getting fucked an exceptionally long time now, her pussy and asshole burning with a delightful pain, her mouth aching from having been forced so far open for so long. But she could now tell from the ragged stuttering of the men's breath and the sweet swelling of their cocks that she was soon to be bathed in cum. The first to go was the man fucking her ass. He was already pounding her ass like a piston in a race car, yet despite that frenetic pace he was still able somehow to increase the rate at which he assaulted her ass. Amy could actually feel his cock swell in her tight ass, the pressure caused there by his cock suddenly becoming considerably more, like an over-filled water hose ready to burst. He pumped viciously a few final times, then pulled out to unleash a torrent of hot sticky cum to splash all along Amy's back, leaving a perfect stripe of cum reaching from her ass to her reddish-blonde hair. Soon after that the two men she was jerking off came one right after the other, Amy pulling each one close to her face as she stroked their cocks hard, trying to pump out every last drop of cum she could get and having every drop paint her face sticky white. After several more minutes the man fucking her pussy finally came, pulling out just in time to squirt his load up and all over her sweet ass, speckling her ass cheeks with little white pearls of cum for Amy. Finally, the man Amy had been sucking on for many minutes now, sucking hard to try to get that sweet cum out of his large cock, pulled out and pumped his cock a few times in his hand before letting loose with a simply massive load of cum, splashing all over her face from chin to forehead. Amy was now literally dripping in fresh, hot cum. She licked her lips and tasted the mingled cum of three men there, and smiled. Smiled because she had been so wonderfully used and fucked so hard, and smiled because she could already see the men were hard again and very ready for a second go at her... And on Walker trudged on, now well beyond this used-up city covered in a fresh layer of snow. He was gone, off to arrive at some other place, but as always he left much of himself behind. He left a little of himself with two people who would soon find a wicked delight in having sex while her husband was in the house, she getting the good fucking she needed and he feeling the thrill of perhaps getting caught. Walker left himself with two co-workers that had suddenly and unexpectedly found and new way to improve workplace morale and productivity. And he left himself with a group of down-on-their-luck workers who, while they might have nothing else, at least they had each other.