0 comments/ 14633 views/ 1 favorites Alison + Me By: SexSmith I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't proud. A lot of people would find it wrong. Those kinds of people are losers who aren't as good as I am. It started with an accident... "Madeline still not found!" The Sun's headline. I rustled past the ongoing story to page three. There stood a young woman, her nipples staring into my eyes. Her huge breasts filled the page, her face looked towards me. Her eyes were saying, "Fuck me." Her blonde hair fell onto her shoulders, something to hold onto I suppose. But how was I going to get a woman like that into bed? Me? A thirty old man, an accountant, sat in a bank filling in forms and filing others. My social life included the office Christmas party and greeting the postman. And me. I didn't look close to the hunks in the rest of the paper showing off their abs, flexing biceps and those piecing eyes that could rip off clothes just by looking at women. I was an average height and average build. I didn't have one of those stomachs that bulged out; I didn't drink or eat that badly. My biceps could be mistaken for bumps on my arms. I did have dark hair though, cut short, formal for work. And I was a pasty white. But that was going to change. I put my paper down and let the sun do its work on my morbid white skin. I could feel the sun burning into my body. I lent off my deckchair and took a sip of lemonade, stuffed with ice. Smiling to myself I looked back to the clear blue skies imagining what would happen if the page three girl appeared and did whatever I wanted. I could feel a bulge develop in my shorts, I peered down to look. It was quite obvious, the only thing I was proud of about my body. I shut my eyes and went back to the daydream. Alison, the name I gave the page three girl, straddled me. I could feel her bare legs clench mine. Her hands rubbed from the tip of my shorts up my body. I kept my eyes shut as she rubbed her slender hands over my nipples and up to my neck. She pushed her gigantic breasts into my chest and nibbled on my ear. She lashed her tongue in and out, a ticking sensation that shivered my hot body. She trailed a number of kisses down my forehead, my nose, my chin, and my tuft of hair on my chest and kept going. I couldn't wait till I could feel her mouth encase my awaiting member. She kept going, soft kisses and hard ones. Her hands grabbed mine and made me squeeze her huge breasts. I did willingly. I imagined how they would feel, how they couldn't even fit my hands. I pulled one up and popped one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked on it. She would moan. I would nibble slightly around it, pressing my teeth to her erect nipple. I would... "Sorry!" a young woman's voice shouted. I felt a wet beach ball hit my stomach. I awoke from my dreamlike state and realised my hand had found itself in my shorts. I shot it up and grabbed the ball. "Could we get it back please?" the voice came again. I realised it came from my neighbours. I picked it up and walked to the fence. I tiptoed to see three gorgeous girls in bikinis. Two of them were in the Jacuzzi whilst the other stood on the grass waiting. Her white bikini allowed me to see two nipples poking out. Her top was almost see-through. I didn't have time to lower my gaze when she asked me to have their ball back again. I through it over, but past her. She turned around and bent down to pick it up. I had a perfect view of her ass. It was small and tight, her bikini clung to her ass showing off her curves. Her bikini was slightly low revealing the top of her ass crack. "Get in Alison!" the other said. Alison! I thought. What a weird coincidence. The other two girls were equally beautiful. Both had huge breasts floating on the top of the water. Their slender arms were out waiting to catch the beach ball. Their hair was let loose, both had dark hair, unlike Alison who had beach blonde hair drifting down her back to herb bikini clasp. "Thank you," she said. "Whose you're friend?" one of them giggled in the Jacuzzi. "My neighbour," she replied. "Thanks again," she said to me. "No problem," I replied. I went to my deckchair and sat down. But I couldn't get the new picture of Alison out of my head. Her wet body, dripping. Her hair was so soft. I could feel the bulge grow in my shorts, I swear even bigger than when I was imagining the page three girl. I shut my eyes imagining the new, real Alison. I'd known my neighbours had a niece who came to stay with them. They warned me she liked loud music but they would tell her to try and keep the noise down. But I'd never met her. I was always at work, or something on television. If I'd only known about her. But she looked only just eighteen. I started to imagine her inviting me over, to sit in with them. They would all want to stroke their hands all over me, and I would do the same to each of them. Then Alison would stand, slide her bikini bottoms down, bend over so her ass was to me, spread her legs and say, "Fuck me hard big boy." I had to see her again! I saw a hole in the fence and walked straight up to it. I crouched down and peered through. I could see the Jacuzzi and their heads, but nothing else. Disappointed I slumped away; I turned to see the hole of hope and sat back down. But there was another! I ran to this one, careful to make no noise in case the girls heard. It was perfect. I could see the girls breasts bouncing as they laughed and giggled at each other's jokes. If only the other two girls had worn white instead of black I could see their naked flesh under their thin layer of bikini. I started to imagine what they were doing to each other under the water. Stroking each others legs. Knee to inner thigh. Each time getting closer to the prize I wanted to fuck her so much. I let my hand slip into my shorts and stroke my quaking cock begging to get into the Jacuzzi and fuck each of the girls in turn. It was so pent up ready for it. I shivered at my own hand as I stroked my balls. I imagined I was in the Jacuzzi and one of the girls was touching me under the bubbles. Her soft hand stroking my length bottom to top. Then paying careful attention to pull down my foreskin and stroke the head of my cock. Just teasing it before banging away at it like a madwoman. I let my hand quicken imagining Alison begging for me to cum. She would whisper in my ear, "Hurry, I want to feel your cum on my hand. I want to lick it. I want to know what you taste like. Please cum now. For me." I knew I was going to spurt any second. I continued to bang away, especially when I saw Alison stand, her white bikini bottoms showing me her ass. I pounded harder as I saw it. I wanted her not to just give me a handjob. Just for her to sit on my lap grinding on top of me as I squeezed her pert ass as she did. I could hear her moans in my head. I had gone past the point of no return. I kept my hand jerking, and like an explosion I felt myself go. My shorts filled with my own cum, my hand covered in a mess of love. I slowed my hand down still staring at Alison's ass. I decided to leave and clean myself up. But once I had returned, in new shorts I looked through the hole to see Alison drying off, the other two girls had left. I knew what I had to do. I had to get Alison. I don't know how, but I have to fuck her. I have to. Alison Meets a New Lover aIt was the start of a new semester and Alison Walkers was excited. This always meant a new fresh start for her, and this was especially important this semester since Alison was starting her nursing clinical. Alison cared tremendously about her school work. She desired to become the best nurse she could be, and this semester was her chance to prove it! Alison was taught last year about some of the basics of nursing. She already knew how to do practices such as providing hygiene, toileting, patient handling, colostomy care, bed-making, medication administration, basic CPR, aseptic technique, suture removal, patient assessment, urinalysis, taking vital signs, documentation and standard precautions. All of these things though, she learned in a group setting. This was her chance to do some of these things on her own. Alison had bought pink and green scrubs to wear for her first day. She was assigned to a nursing home. Although the pediatric centers were the favored place among most of the nursing students, Alison was overjoyed when she found out her assignment. She absolutely loved the older people, especially the older men! Still, she walked into the Durnham Living Center not really knowing what to expect. It was her first day after all, and all she knew was she had to meet a Mrs. O'Ryan at the front office. Alison walked into the sliding doors and found the office right away. On her way in she saw some older women playing cards and an older man reading the newspaper. It was still early. The women looked up and smiled, but the man was busy reading. Alison walked into the glass office door. "Um, I'm here to meet Mrs. O'Ryan," she said politely to the homely woman sitting behind the desk. "Oh, sure. She is right here." The lady led Alison to a small office with big windows. "Hi, there, you must be Alison Walkers," An older woman said politely when Alison walked in. "Yes, nice to meet you." "Well, Alison, we are very happy to have you with us. Now going through your records, I see that you have been through our recommended training. We will just need you to sign a few things and you can get started." "Okay." "Oh, one more thing. There has not been a nursing student here in a long time, so the patients here will be very excited to see such a young and pretty face. However, some of the men might get a little too excited, as they haven't seen a young woman in a long while. Just watch yourself and let us know if anything becomes...er...inappropriate." Alison nodded. Then she filled out the paperwork. *** About twenty minutes later, Alison was on her own on an assigned floor in Durnham. Her task was to meet the patients and take care of any immediate needs they needed that another nurse couldn't get to right away. And if Alison couldn't take care of that need she was supposed to find another nurse to help out. The first patient she was to see was a Mr. Smith. Alison knocked on his door, and heard a "Come in." Alison stepped inside the bright and relatively spacious room. She saw Mr. Smith, an older man in his late sixties, early seventies, with short dark gray hair and a handlebar mustache. He smiled when he saw her. "Hi, Mr. Smith, I'm Alison Walkers. I'm a nursing student," Alison said politely, extending her hand, but Mr. Smith grabbed her and pulled her near him. "Oh, hi, Allie, sweetheart! You don't mind if I call you that, do you? Oh, my wife's name was Allie." He said as he kissed her on the cheek. "No, Mr. Smith, no, not at all." "Oh, please call me Jerry, honey." The two of them talked for some time. As Alison got a closer look at Jerry, she could see that he was still in relatively great shape. His arms still held muscle, and he had broad sculpted shoulders. Alison felt butterflies develop in her stomach as Jerry was telling her about his days in the war and then on the construction site where he used to work. Alison tried to ignore the butterflies and the excitement growing in her. She couldn't fall for one of her patients! Besides, he was pretty old. Alison did have a thing for older men, she knew, but she could NOT fall for a guy in a nursing home! "Tell me about yourself, Allie," Jerry asked after some time. Alison told Jerry about college and about her friends. She found Jerry very easy to talk to, and he was a great listener. She told him about how her friends always had boyfriends and about how she felt left out because she didn't have one. She told him about how she never felt attracted to men her age, and how that bothered her. Jerry listened sympathetically to all of Alison's stories. He admired how beautiful Alison looked, and couldn't help but to think that she looked a lot like his wife many, many long years ago. He couldn't believe that Alison didn't have a boyfriend. In fact he was stunned. The girl should have three or four guys in line to date her, that was how pretty he thought she was. The fact that Alison was attracted to only older men got his attention too. He felt himself stir when she said that. In fact, sitting next to her made him feel a feeling he hadn't felt in a long, long time, maybe twenty years or more. But Alison was way too young, and he quietly cursed himself in his head for even thinking in that way about her. She was simply a very nice and beautiful young woman. "You are very beautiful, Allie. I am surprised that men are not waiting in line to date you!" He exclaimed after listening to her woes. "Oh, you are too kind, Jerry! Wow, I am so sorry. I am usually not like this, telling people about all of my problems, especially when I should be concerned about you! You are my patient," Alison said, stepping out of her trance and realizing she was still working. "Oh, it is quite alright, darling. You are entertaining and confiding in me! And when I needed a friend the most, you became my friend, so you are helping me very much!" Jerry said, trying to calm her down. "Okay, I feel a little better. Is there anything I can do for you?" Alison asked him. "Er, well... no it is okay. I will ask Belinda later." "Oh, what is it?" Alison asked, picking up on Jerry's hesitation. "Well I just need a...you know, a bath? But I can't do it on my own, I just am not good at it anymore. But I don't want you to worry your pretty head about it. You've done enough for me already!" "But, it's okay. I mean, I want to help you," Alison said, feeling the butterflies reappear inside her stomach. "Are you sure? If you are sure, I mean, I guess you need to get practice at this sort of thing," Jerry tried to reason it inside his head, feeling his body respond again at the thought of a pretty girl giving him a bath. "I will try to make it as un-awkward for you as I possibly can," Jerry laughed with a wink. Alison laughed, "Okay." "I can get undressed myself, I will meet you in the bathroom," Jerry nodded to her. Alison got into the bathroom and turned on the water for Jerry. She couldn't believe how she was feeling about him. She reached down in her pants and discovered that her panties were wet. She hoped they wouldn't soak through her scrubs and become noticeable. *** Jerry walked into the bathroom about five minutes later. Alison looked at him and gasped. Somehow, this old man had a six pack! Jerry laughed at her expression. "Surprised, huh? Ha, yea this place has a pretty good gym downstairs. I have to go down there with one of the physical trainers all the time, and they won't let me do heavy weights or anything, but they let me do sit-ups and push-ups. I do them every day, morning and night," Jerry grinned. Alison couldn't help but stare at his abs. She didn't dare let her eyes wander farther down. "Um, yea! Ha, well, you ready?" Alison asked nervously. "Yep, ready as I'll ever be. Do you have a swim suit or something? You're going to get wet and it still is rather chilly outside." Jerry asked as Alison helped him step into the bath. It was then that Alison realized she forgot her swim suit and her extra clothes. She had two choices. She could either get her scrubs wet, or just go naked. "Um, Jerry? I sort of left my swim suit at home. It is okay though," She said as she started to strip off her clothes. "Oh, honey, just give me a bath a different time then," Jerry said, feeling bad for her, but secretly wanting to see more of her body. "No, you are already in the bath, so it is okay." Alison took off her scrubs, and began unhooking her bra and slinking out of her panties. "Alright, I won't watch you undress," Jerry said as he turned his back. Alison took off the remainder of her clothes and stepped into the bath with him. Alison took the soap and carefully washed his shoulders and back gently, massaging his muscles in the process. Jerry relaxed and sighed. Alison worked her way down his back and then massaged his behind. Jerry couldn't help his feelings anymore. He turned around, embarrassed at his obvious problem. Alison's eyes widened when she saw the swelling. It was as if he was eighteen again! His hard throbbing cock was maybe seven inches or more! Alison sighed longingly when she saw it. "Uh, sorry, I-" Jerry began, as he prayed it would go away. "Ssh," Alison said as she reached her hands around the back of his neck and kissed his lips. Jerry couldn't believe her reaction! He kissed her back more fiercely, and soon they were making out, their arms exploring each other. "Wait, honey," Jerry stopped her, "This, this isn't right. You are so young. And as much as I would love to, I cannot take advantage of you like that." "But Jerry, baby," Alison cooed, "You are mature and the type of older man I need. You wouldn't be taking advantage of me if I want it too. You listen better than most men my age, and you know what love is. Besides, you need a bath and I can make sure everything is clean." Jerry couldn't deny that last part, and reluctantly gave in. Alison continued to wash his body, and let him wash hers. She reached her hands lower and lower until her hands couldn't go anywhere else but one last place. She hesitated, and then touched his cock gently, making him sigh and moan. Jerry hadn't felt that kind of touch from a woman in a long while, he almost forgot what it felt like. Alison wrapped her hands around his penis and rubbed it faster. She wrapped her hands tighter and tighter and faster and faster the more she got into the rhythm. Jerry couldn't control himself anymore. He completely surrendered to her every move. Alison felt his body tense up, and his cock get harder than a rock. She knew it wouldn't be long now before he would explode. She bent down on her knees, let the water rinse the soap away, and then let her mouth take the place of her hands. The sensation was more than Jerry could handle. He felt her suck his cock twice, and then- "I'm going to cum soon, baby...ooh, Oh, OH, YEAHHHH!" He moaned as white liquid hit her mouth and the sides of the tub. Alison licked the cum off of her mouth and off of the rest of his penis. She smiled at him and kissed him intensely. Jerry smiled at her. "Will you be my boyfriend? Will you let me be your Allie?" Alison whispered in his ear. Jerry couldn't say no. He smiled and kissed her back. "Do I get to pleasure you, now?" Jerry asked her eagerly. "Next time. You owe me, remember that! I have to continue on my rounds," Alison said as she got back on her scrubs, helped Jerry out of the tub, and started to leave his room. Alison couldn't help it now. She loved her nursing assignment and her new boyfriend! Alison: My Gang Bang Story Hi. I'm Alison, or Ally, Steadman. If you've heard rumours about me going around town - they are probably true! Yeah, I've taken on a few customers in my time. Even though I'm still quite young at twenty seven, I've been hooking for nearly twelve years. But I got married last year - a nice enough guy who lets me do more or less what I want. He's a good bit older than me and asks me to fuck him every now and then, but what he really likes to do is to watch and obey me. This is fine by me - I've always been a dominant bitch and used to be known about these parts as "Mistress Alison". I fully intended to give up my lifestyle once Brad and I got hitched; I don't need the money any more, Brad provides more than enough for us both, but I started up again a few months ago really just for something to do. I told Brad what I was up to (there seemed little point in trying to keep it a secret) and got a much different response than the one I had expected. "Sure, Ally, if you want." he said, "you know I just want you to be happy!" And I was happy. A little bored maybe, but really quite contented. It was just that, over the years, I'd come to enjoy my previous life quite a lot. If I'm honest, I think that I'd probably stopped doing it for the money years ago and just continued because of the sex - lovely, kinky sex. To be fair, I wasn't getting much at home. Maybe Brad would want me twice a month or so, but never much more than that and he was certainly not into kinky stuff! I needed an outlet for my inbuilt passion and it was Brad that actually said that it might be fun to get paid for it as well. And so it started again. Every Friday night I would visit a customer. At first, quite a lot of them came from Brad's recommendation to his business contacts. But he never told them I was his wife, of course! I found a shop where I could discreetly purchase all the things I needed - leather thigh high boots; PVC corsets; lace bras and open panties - everything that I used to have. I never stayed the entire night with a customer and always returned home to Brad and the comfort of our large house. At first, Brad would already be in bed when I returned on a Friday night. I would hit the shower and then crawl between the sheets next to him. I knew that he wasn't sleeping, but it seemed easier not to disturb him and just fall asleep myself. Then things began to change slightly. Brad would stay up until I returned. A drink would be waiting for me and then the questions would start: What was my customer like? How old was he? What sort of thing did he want? I answered as best I could, but years of dealing with important society and political figures had taught me the benefit of tight lipped discretion. Then the questions became more intimate: Did I suck him? Did I allow him to put his dick in me? Did I cum as well? These questions I could answer and responded in the positive to them all. The odd thing was, Brad wasn't at all angry or upset. In fact the more we talked about it, the hornier he got. That night he wanted me badly and I was only too happy to oblige. I sucked him to erection and then let him push his cock between my breasts as I continued to tell him about my evening's entertainment. When I told Brad that I had let my customer butt-fuck me until he came in my ass, Brad groaned and shot his wad all over my chest. It was later that night that my husband confessed his desire to learn, first hand, how his young wife pleasured her clients. Over the following months, I continued with my "business" while Brad instructed a firm of builders to create another large room in our home. It was not designed to be a dungeon or anything so crass, but just simply a nice, comfortable room where I could conduct my business. A large, one way ceiling mirror was installed with a smaller room above - this was for Brad. I could now operate from home and he could watch everything that happened from his own private viewing booth. This worked fine for a few months. I would entertain my customers in my own, private domain, and Brad could keep an eye on his young wife! Even my customers were happy - not that they had any idea about the mirror or that anyone was behind it - but the thought of my husband watching whatever I did made me feel so horny that they got far more than their money's worth! But we all know what you men are like, and Brad was certainly no exception - we give you a little and you just want more! One thing about Brad, he's a great schemer and the plan that he thought up was nothing short of brilliant! Brad had set the whole thing up and I knew that the plan would be flawless. His clients were from out of town and visiting his office for only a few days - he wanted to make sure they were well entertained. I knew my part well and took time preparing myself. A long soak in the tub was followed by the agonising choice of what to wear. I stood naked in our bedroom and virtually emptied the contents of my closet onto the bed. It was certainly not an evening for my bondage gear - Brad wanted to ensure that his guests had a good time, he didn't want them running for the doors in panic or disgust! I decided on sheer, black stockings with a black suspender belt, a light red dress with thin shoulder straps and an elegant black jacket. The whole ensemble was finished off by high heeled black shoes ( a little tarty, I knew, but I couldn't resist!) The dress was such that a bra would have shown through, so I left it off. I also debated omitting panties, but thought that the tiny black lace pair that I had bought earlier in the week would be much sexier. I had shaved my pussy smooth whilst in the tub and the little lace undergarment tickled the sensitive skin of my hairless mound as I slipped them on. I was feeling really sexy and had to resist the urge to masturbate before leaving the house. The taxi dropped me outside the bar and I threw a couple of twenties on the front seat as I carefully exited. The driver looked up at me and leered - I wondered if maybe he knew me from somewhere! The bar was quite crowded and I could hear loud music from a juke-box somewhere in the back. I walked towards the counter keeping my eyes firmly fixed ahead. I knew that men were watching me as I sashayed across the room, but I didn't want to look at them - I was here on a mission! Taking a seat at the bar, I ordered a dry Martini and looked around me for the first time. I saw Brad sitting at a table, as planned, about twenty feet away with three other men. They were looking at me, as were a lot of men, but as I didn't want to attract too much of their attention, I quickly turned away and began talking to the bartender. I had to follow the plan. "Buy you a drink, honey?" The voice beside me was not familiar. I turned and saw a young man of about twenty two smiling warmly at me. He was very cute, but, unfortunately for me, not part of the evening's planned entertainment. I smiled back but declined his offer. He looked disappointed and slunk back off to his friends who were now laughing and joking at his failed attempt. "Hello there, Miss." This time the voice was instantly recognisable. I turned my head again and saw Brad, flanked on both sides by his three colleagues. "Hello" I responded in the planned fashion, sounding a little bored. "Can we buy you a drink?" I looked at all four men in turn, almost losing myself in the part. They were all about Brad's age and all fairly average looking guys. I nodded my head in a non-committal sort of way - I didn't want to seem too easy! The drinks purchased, I joined the guys back at their table. Brad's colleagues were extremely impressed by his ability to pick up such an attractive young woman so quickly and I knew that he would be able to strut around his office and live off this evening for months! Actually, the guys were very nice and the conversation flowed easily. I said little but just tried to look demure and maybe a little accessible. By midnight, we had all consumed quite a lot of alcohol and the bar looked like it was about to close. "Do we have to end such a pleasant evening now?" asked George, a tallish man with greying hair. "Surely a nice girl like you knows somewhere else we could go?" "Who said anything about me being a nice girl," I replied with a wicked grin. It was now or never. "I'm tired of bars. Why don't we go back to my place? But I want five hundred for all of you!" I think George had already guessed the situation, but Carl and Andy looked a little shocked. "C'mon guys," I chided "it will be money well spent!" "My treat!" interrupted Brad, this was still part of the plan. "But lets take my company limo, it'll be much more fun!" Carl and Andy looked much happier now and were openly smiling, no, rather leering, at me. I felt my body tremble slightly, a damp patch was forming between my legs. We finished our drinks and Brad's limo pulled up outside. I felt more eyes on me as all five of us walked to the door. Brad sat up front with the driver and instructed him to drive out of the city and not to stop until he was told. The smile on my husband's face betrayed his obvious excitement and I knew he was dying for the action to begin. As soon as the driver pulled the big car away and out into the street, George was taking his cock out. I like a man who knows what he wants and the others just sat back in stunned silence as I knelt on the floor in front of him and wrapped my fingers around his hot shaft. He was not huge, but nicely proportioned. His pants were quickly down around his ankles and he was pulling my head towards his erection. Slowly I licked the tip. A blob of pre-cum had oozed out of the eye and I lapped at it eagerly before sinking down to engulf him in my hot mouth. He groaned as I flicked my tongue around the sensitive head and began to fellate him properly. As his cock swelled and pulsated in my mouth, I felt hands on my body; two pairs, that I assumed - quite correctly - belonged to Andy and Carl. They weren't rough but rather insistent as the top of my dress was unfastened and pulled down exposing my boobs. I have nice breasts, so I've been told; firm and round with sensitive, upturned nipples that stand hard and red when they are stimulated. I moved into a more comfortable and more easily accessible position as I felt the rest of my dress being stripped from my body. Very soon only my panties, stockings and shoes remained between me and complete nakedness. I heard George groan just before I felt his cock swell in my mouth. The inevitable was about to happen and I made ready. His cock slipped from between my painted lips and I squeezed his balls playfully. That was enough. The first jet of his thick cum hit me on the nose. He groaned again as the second and third stream issued forth and coated my face. I looked up at him and used my tongue to lap his juices from my skin before once again taking him back into my mouth and cleaning him off. Andy and Carl were now trying to pull my little panties off so I sat back on the floor of the car and lifted my legs to allow them to proceed. I smiled as I saw their faces when my shaved pussy became visible. Andy looked a little surprised, but Carl simply moaned and dove his head between my spread legs. I was so horny, I came almost as soon as his tongue hit my engorged clit. I yelped as his teeth nipped me gently and shook uncontrollably as my orgasm rippled through my body. My juices flowed freely into his mouth and I could hear him lapping like a contented cat with the cream. "Why don't you fuck her, Andy?" I heard my husband say to his youngest colleague. "She look's like she's about ready for it. Go on, give her what she wants!" Andy seemed a little reluctant at first, but as his friends cheered him on he soon lost his inhibitions. Carl, now free of my pussy, helped him by sitting me up on the large back seat and spreading my legs as wide as he could. Andy unzipped slowly and dropped his pants. I gasped slightly when I saw his cock. I've seen many, as you might have guessed, but this one was big. Really big - at least eleven inches of throbbing meat! Andy shuffled on his knees between my outstretched thighs and positioned himself. Finding the correct angle was a little difficult and two or three jabs at my wet hole missed the mark. On his fourth thrust, I slid down a little and, Presto! In it went. God, I felt full! As he rammed into me his shaft stimulated my clit while Carl and George (now a little more recovered) played with my tits. It felt so wonderful. I exercise regularly and try to keep my pussy tight but I could feel my hole spreading and widening with each thrust of Andy's massive tool and before long I was cumming yet again. Carl and George had to hold me tightly as I shuddered and trembled so that their friend could continue plundering my pussy and striving towards his own climax. "I want to cum on you. Like George did." he gasped through clenched teeth. This was fine with me and I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes...yes...on my tits, baby...cum on Ally's tits!" With a popping sound, Andy yanked his big dick from my abused vagina and bent over me jerking himself furiously. His eyes were tight shut and his lips drawn back in a sexual snarl. His orgasm hit with little warning. Huge ropes of semen leaping from the tip of his cock and splashing my hot breasts. My hands went to my tits and massaged the fluid into my skin but it just kept coming and coming and soon my fingers were as wet and sticky as my boobs. As soon as Andy fell back, drained of his seed, Carl took his place. I was obviously to be given no rest and, as I looked up at my husband's, I could see his face contorted into a wicked grin. He was leaning over the front seat to view the proceedings, only his shoulders and head visible, but I could tell from his movements that he was jerking himself off as he watched the action. Carl was a little smaller in the cock department than his friend, but still a good eight inches long. His tool was quite thick, but my flowing juices and dilated hole eased his penetration of my vagina. Once inside, he went mad; frantically fucking me for all he was worth. My legs were lifted high into the air and I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass on each thrust. I had no idea how long we had been driving, but the noise of the town had long since disappeared and given way to the still night air of the countryside. A cock was pushed against my lips and then a second. I opened wide like a good little whore and allowed the first to enter. It tasted familiar and I guessed it to be George's. Then it was gone and immediately replaced by the second. My eyes were closed but I could tell that this cock belonged to Andy: the size gave it away completely and I could still taste myself on it. While George and Andy took turns fucking my mouth, Carl was on the point of his first climax. I squeezed him with my pussy muscles and felt the resistance of his swelling tool. This time I was not even asked; Carl pulled his wet cock from my pussy and began to cum over my tits and belly. His two friends were not far behind him and, in a few more moments, I had another faceful of cum. I was exhausted and lay back on the seat trying to get my breath back. I looked over at Brad again. I knew from his face that he had also cum and had probably left a stain on the front seat. I guessed the driver would have fun explaining the state of his car in the morning! As if reading my mind, the driver leaned towards Brad and spoke for the first time. "Jeez, Mr. Steadman. Look at the state of this vehicle. I gotta clean all this up!" he complained. "Don't worry, Harry. I think we can make it worth your while." Brad looked over at me and winked. "We haven't finished with her just yet! Find a quiet place and pull over, okay?" I felt the car slow and eventually pull off the quiet road and stop. The men had all dressed again, but I was still virtually naked with cum glistening on my body. The doors opened and everyone climbed out. My legs were weak and still trembling so Carl and George had to take an arm each and lift me out, each taking the opportunity to squeeze a tit of fondle a buttock as they did. Obviously I still had more work to do! Harry, the driver, was hopping about from one foot to the other in excited anticipation of some illicit fun. "Jeez, she looks hot, guys." he muttered as I was pulled from the back door. "My old lady aint let me fuck her for months! I got full balls just waiting for ya baby!" "Push her over the hood" I heard Brad say, "and hold her down. It's only right that Harry should have some fun too!" I wasn't expecting this. Usually I'm the one giving the instructions, I'm usually in control. But the guys were not about to listen to a hooker. George and Brad picked me up and carried me to the front of the car and stretched me out face down over the hood. The gleaming black metal was still warm and my nipples heated as they were squashed against it. "Spread her open!" Brad was giving the instructions now and I felt two pairs of hands grip my ankles and open me up. I knew that my pussy and ass was on display for all to see, but I was actually loving playing the submissive whore. "Oh...oh...what are you doing?" I tried to sound convincing. "What are you going to do to me?" "Ol' Harry here is gonna do you in the ass, that's what gonna happen!" laughed Brad. This had not been a part of the plan, but it was a delicious addition nonetheless. Brad knows I love anal; the feel of a man's cock in my butt never fails to get my juices flowing. "Oh no....not in my ass! Please!" I thought that I sounded really believable, even though I was longing to feel the unseen Harry enter through my back door. As I hoped, the men ignored my feeble protestations and surrounded me; hands on my body holding me still. I couldn't see Harry, but I could sure feel him as he stood between my spread legs and slapped his hard tool up against my wet pussy. I groaned as he pushed himself into my cunt. He grunted and shoved his thick tool in and out of me a few times. When he was sure that he was fully hard and well lubricated, he placed the head against my anus and lunged in. I screamed out as he penetrated me. There was no finesse to his assault just pure, animal lust. I felt so full; my asshole stretched to the limit and a warm sensual feeling pervaded my whole being as he began to butt-fuck me. Harry took his time at first, long deliberate strokes accompanied by a stream of verbal abuse - I loved it! "Mmmmm in your ass bitch.....gonna ream that pretty little butt for you......ahhhhh.....oh, yes......gonna fuck you til I cum, slut!..." "Do it on her, man." cried Andy "she's covered in it already. Cum on her ass!" This was just enough to put Harry over the edge. My ass burned a little as he pulled out of me, but when I heard him groan and felt his seed hit the cheeks of my bottom, I knew that it was worth it. On the way back to town in the car, Brad made a big show of paying me $500 with another $500 tip. I guessed that he would ask for it back later! Harry also received a $200 tip from the rest of the guys and so smiled all the way home. Later in bed that night I asked Brad how he had enjoyed our little adventure. He didn't answer but simply rolled me over and, for the first time in our married life, plugged me straight in the ass. He thrust his fingers into my pussy and brought me to a shattering orgasm before, seconds later, cumming himself deep inside my butt. That was all the answer I needed. I knew that I had discovered a new submissive side to my nature and that Brad was likely to become far more adventurous with me. As I drifted off into a deep sleep, I half wondered where I was now going to find the time for my regular customers.