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Subject: {ASSM} Chasing Lolita 10 - Pimping Nikki (Part One) (Mf,  oral, MF, oral, anal)
Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual conduct 
with minors. If this offends you, or if it is illegal to possess such 
material in the jurisdiction you live, DO NOT continue any further, and 
please delete this message and any attachments off your computer. You have 
been warned! To all others, enjoy...

For further information on this series, be sure to read the message, 
'Chasing Lolita 00 - Read Me First'. Your comments posted to the newsgroup 
will be read and are much appreciated.


THE 'CHASING LOLITA' SERIES
by Sam 'The Sham' Lindsey
sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com


STORY 10: Pimping Nikki (Part One)


Little 11-year-old Nikki and I reached an understanding that night after I'd 
arranged her very first date with her very first john and she'd turned her 
very first trick. She could buy all the nice clothes she wanted with her 
newfound money as long as she put 20% of her earnings into a college fund, 
and she could wear her new clothes whenever she was working or whenever we 
went out together, but she had to start dressing appropriately for school so 
that she wouldn't get suspended - no more sexy miniskirts cut up to the 
crotch and no more gaudy make-up, just standard schoolgirl attire.

Nikki reluctantly agreed to all of my terms, so we shook on it and went into 
business together.

I know it sounds terrible that I was pimping a little 11-year-old girl but, 
hey, initially I thought she was twelve. And when she got all dolled up in 
her big-girl clothes, make-up, jewelry and high heels, you'd swear that she 
was at least double her actual age. We'd been to many bars for drinks and 
Nikki had never been carded, not even once. At 5'5" she was very tall for 
her age, and when she wore her 4" spikes she stood nearly 5'9" and looked 
more like a Penthouse model than a little pre-pubescent girl. The only real 
tell-tale sign of her physical immaturity was if you saw her naked - her 
boobs had only just started to grow and she was almost completely 
flat-chested. To compensate for this, she stuffed her blouses and tops with 
tissue to give the appearance of breasts. With the amount of money that 
she'd been making lately from hooking, she could probably have stuffed them 
with hundred dollar bills.

Business had been brisk after that first night. Nikki's first john had given 
her his business card and had written down on it all of the Saturdays he 
would be in town for the next six months. He told her that I could call his 
place of business and leave a message for him to call me back. And while I 
did do this the first time, I didn't feel comfortable with it so I went out 
and got a pager using a phony name. I had considered getting a cell phone, 
but I knew that the cops were getting pretty sophisticated with their 
cellular call interception and tracking equipment these days and I had 
started feeling a little paranoid of late. Of course, it probably didn't 
help that I had taken to snorting the occasional line of cocaine. I'm not 
trying to make excuses, but the long waits in the hotel bar waiting for 
Nikki to finish up with her tricks were extremely boring.

Anyway, we started out working just on Saturday evenings, for a couple of 
reasons; namely, that was the one night I didn't have to see my 13-year-old 
girlfriend, Kimmy, and also that was the only night that Nikki's parents 
would let her have sleepovers. Nikki was using the cover story that she was 
staying at her friend Megan's house on Saturday nights. Apparently Megan's 
mother and father always went out on Saturday nights for supper and then a 
movie or a show or a little dancing, and they were seldom home before 
midnight. If Nikki's parents happened to call, Megan would just tell them 
that Nikki was indisposed - in the bathroom, or down at the convenience 
store, or already in bed sleeping. Megan would then call Nikki's pager and 
Nikki would call her back to find out what was up. Then Nikki would call her 
parents back tout de suite. I guess Nikki's parents were old-fashioned 
Europeans and they didn't believe in a lot of the modern amenities such as 
Call Display. Therefore, they never knew where Nikki was calling from unless 
they happened to dial *69. But even if they didd, Nikki always blocked out 
the number she was calling from, and because Megan's parents' number was 
unlisted, Nikki's parents would just hear the same "Private Number" voice 
message they'd get if Nikki was actually at Megan's.

I became a little bit curious about Nikki's little helper, Megan. Nikki told 
me that she was twelve years old and very cute. I made a mental note to make 
sure that Nikki introduced us one of these days. After all, you could never 
know too much young stuff.

Sometimes it was a little inconvenient for Nikki to return her pager 
messages, especially if she happened to be riding on the big cock of some 
fat old salesman from Green Bay at the time. But her johns were very 
understanding and she would usually make it up to them in a big way. Nikki 
experienced the most violent orgasms I have ever witnessed, and she always 
came at least once with her johns. She was also an excellent cocksucker and 
she dearly loved the taste of cum. And I have never met an anal freak quite 
like Nikki; she actually confided to me one time that she preferred butt 
fucking to straight sex. All in all, she was an 11-year-old, cock craving, 
full-blown nymphomaniac and she was perfectly suited for her chosen career.

Word of mouth spread quickly that Nikki was only twelve years old and that 
she was a terrific fuck - probably, for most of her johns, the best fuck 
they'd ever had, and without a doubt, the tightest. All right, all right... 
I know I told you earlier that she was only eleven, but I wasn't about to 
tell her johns that; it would probably have scared half of them away. It was 
a tough enough selling job convincing them that they should fuck a little 
12-year-old whore. Of course, it helped that Nikki appeared to be more like 
twenty-two, and it didn't hurt that I had taken to preparing fraudulent 
invoices and receipts so that Nikki's johns could either write the cost of 
their date off their taxes if they were self-employed or submit it to their 
employers on their expense reports if they were regular working Joes. I had 
even gone so far as to set up a phony shell company, and with fake ID and 
incorporation documents, I had opened a corporate bank account to handle 
certain transactions. For example, occasionally as a personal favor to a 
john, I would send a fraudulent bill directly to the john's employer for 
payment if the employer was starting to get suspicious that the john was 
padding his expense account. The john would still pay me up front for the 
date and then, when the check came in, I would deposit it to my business 
bank account, withdraw the cash and pay it back to the john the next time I 
saw him. All in all, it was a pretty crafty little set-up we had going.

Nikki and I usually started getting ready on Saturdays early enough so we 
could arrive at the airport hotel shortly before 6:00 p.m. Nikki would come 
over to my place around 4:00 (sometimes earlier if she wanted a little 
warm-up fuck) and enter through the gate in the back of my yard in order to 
avoid prying eyes and the attention of my girlfriend, Kimmy, who lived right 
next door to me. And while it was nearly impossible for anyone to see over 
the top of my 9-foot privacy fence, I did warn Nikki that Kimmy could see 
into my backyard from her bedroom window. Nikki had taken to wearing a long 
hooded parka and sunglasses when she came through the back fence so that, 
even if Kimmy did see her, it would be unlikely she would recognize her.

As soon as Nikki got in the house she would head upstairs to the spare 
bedroom and get dressed in her working girl attire. She had managed to 
accumulate some of the sluttiest and sexiest clothes I had ever seen! I had 
converted the spare bedroom into a dressing room and make-up studio for her. 
I bought her a cosmetics station with a large mirror surrounded by bright 
lamp bars so that Nikki could see herself perfectly while she was getting 
dolled up. And I let Nikki keep all of her gaudy clothes and accessories in 
the bedroom's walk-in closet so that her parents wouldn't accidentally find 
them at home. To maintain privacy, I installed a lock on the door, and when 
Kimmy asked me why I kept it locked, I simply told her that I was 
maintaining sensitive client files in there. Kimmy seemed to buy that at 
time, although later she started to get a little more suspicious.

Anyway, after Nikki would get all dolled up, we would leave the house 
through the doorway into my garage and get into the car. Nikki would keep 
her head down (sometimes right in my lap with my rather large bone sticking 
eight inches straight up her throat) until we had cleared the neighborhood 
and she could straighten back up. Then we would go and get something to eat 
before starting the long drive out to the airport. The airport was about a 
forty-minute drive from my house. I had selected it as our place of business 
not for its proximity but because it was out of the way and almost 
exclusively catered to out-of-town business travelers. Therefore, we stood 
little chance of being recognized by anyone we knew. The long drive was 
never boring though. Nikki always sucked my cock the entire way there and I 
would invariably blow my load in her hot little mouth. She always took the 
time to show me her gooey mouthful of sticky sperm before she swallowed it 
down her hungry young gullet.

I usually tried to arrange six dates per night for Nikki, one every hour 
from 6:00 p.m. until midnight. Sometimes if we were really busy, I would 
sneak in another two and we'd go until 2:00 a.m. instead. I know that Nikki 
could probably have handled more than one per hour but I wanted to make sure 
that the kid got a little rest after each performance, and I also didn't 
want her johns to think that we were cheating them. After all, they were 
paying $500 each for the privilege of fucking her little 11-year-old cunt 
and mouth and ass. I had renegotiated my commission with Nikki back up to 
40% with the understanding that I would pay for the drinks and amenities and 
she could keep all of her 'tips'. That meant that on a normal night I was 
making
$1,020 and on a good night $1,600, all tax-free money. It was a pretty good 
paycheck but not quite good enough for me to quit my free-lance day job.

Nikki was also making money hand over fist. Not only was she getting her 60% 
cut which amounted to between $1,800 and $2,400 a night, but she was also 
keeping all of her tips, and she always made tips. Her biggest moneymaker 
was fucking her johns without condoms. She usually made them pay an extra 
$200 for that, sometimes only $100 if she really liked them and they were 
regular customers. Yes, I DID warn her about sexually transmitted diseases, 
but I think that because she was so young she thought she was invulnerable. 
Her excuse to me was that most of her johns were older married men and they 
were probably clean anyway, but I knew the real reason: Nikki was a 
cum-slut, pure and simple. As I said before, she loved the taste of cum and 
she loved to feel it spurting up her skinny bald twat or into her tight 
brown asshole. Anyway, her tips were adding significantly to her bankroll as 
most of her johns couldn't pass up the opportunity to blow their loads into 
one of her fresh baby holes.

I had arranged for Nikki to go on the pill so that we didn't have to worry 
about unwanted pregnancies and abortions and all of that kind of messy 
stuff. And I made sure that she had an HIV test at least once a month, 
although I'd been told that it took about six months after a person was 
infected to obtain a true result because it took that long for the required 
antibodies to show up in the system. Therefore, as an added precaution, I 
always screened Nikki's new customers personally, and if anyone seemed to be 
gay or maybe a hype, or if they appeared to be overly scraggly or thin or 
sick in any way, I'd simply tell them, "No thanks." After all, money isn't 
everything, is it?

After a couple of months of working straight Saturdays, we were starting to 
get so busy that we couldn't accommodate all of Nikki's johns, so I 
convinced her that we needed to work Friday nights as well and maybe sneak 
in a couple of Saturday afternoon dates. She in turn managed to talk her 
parents into letting her stay out until 11:00 p.m. on Friday nights provided 
she didn't hang out with boys. Luckily they took her at her word and didn't 
try to spy on her. So I would pick her up after school on Fridays and we 
would go through our routine and try to arrive at the hotel before 6:00 p.m. 
I would have four dates lined up for her from 6:00 until 10:00 and then we 
would drive quickly back to my place where she would change back into her 
street clothes before I drove her home, dropping her off a block or two away 
from her house. Every other Saturday I'd try to squeeze in three afternoon 
dates from 3:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. before we started our regular shift. 
The money was getting to be fucking fabulous! On a good week now I was 
making up to $3,000 and Nikki could make an amazing $4,500 plus at least 
another $1,500 in tips. I made her religiously hand over 20% of her earnings 
to me and I deposited them into her college fund and gave her monthly 
updated statements.

By this time I had almost completely given up on my straight job, although 
the $2,000-$3,000 a week I was getting from Nikki's whoring was being 
severely eroded by my atrocious bar tabs and increasingly expensive cocaine 
habit. Also, I had developed a penchant for expensive silk shirts and suits, 
and almost exclusively chose to wear those these days rather than my former 
more conservative business attire. In a local haberdashery, I had also found 
a fancy fedora that suited me to a tee and which I now wore constantly. I 
guess, in retrospect, I had started to take on the appearance of your 
classic pimp.

Things with my girlfriend, Kimmy, rapidly went downhill. She caught me 
snorting cocaine in the bathroom one day and started to scold me. I told her 
that I didn't need another fucking mother and that we were through. She was 
absolutely devastated, to say the least. I mean, Kimmy was a sweet, sweet 
kid but she just didn't interest me sexually anymore. Granted my libido had 
diminished significantly because of my chronic alcohol and cocaine use, but 
I was also having fabulous sex with Nikki, sometimes after school on Fridays 
and always after we finished our Saturday night gig. We would go back to my 
place and spend the rest of the early morning hours on into the next day 
fucking like rabbits. And while Kimmy was sweet, Nikki was a slut. Come on 
now, be honest, which would you prefer?

When Nikki and I arrived back at my place after our Saturday night shifts, 
we would usually do a few lines of coke and then I would fuck her slick cunt 
and ream her tight asshole and shoot gobs and gobs of cum down her hungry 
throat. I just loved fucking her knowing that she had already taken on up to 
eleven guys that day. And sometimes, after her last trick, I would tell her 
not to shower so that when I got her home I could fuck her slimy cunt and 
deposit my load right on top of her last john's. Occasionally she would 
force me to eat both loads out of her cunt after I came while she viciously 
fucked my face, and while I didn't much like it, I was getting used to it.

I loved the feeling of waking up with my stiff prick still buried up her 
tight ass, and sometimes I even fucked her asshole while she was still 
grogged out and unconscious. She was absolutely the tightest and horniest 
cunt I had ever met!

Which brings me to the main story. (I know, I know... this has been the 
longest preamble in recorded history, but I DID have to bring you up to 
date, didn't I?)

_________________________________________________________________________________

Nikki and I had been working Friday nights for a couple of months now when I 
picked her up after school one Friday and she seemed very upset.

"What is it?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

"My parents have tightened up my Friday night curfew," she said worriedly. 
"I have to be home by 9:00 tonight instead of 11:00. And they're threatening 
to take away my Saturday night sleepovers at Megan's," she continued as she 
nervously bit on her lip, waiting for my reaction.

"Shit!" I said annoyedly. "Why? What happened?"

"Well... " Nikki said hesitantly, "my marks on my last report card dropped 
off and they want to see a significant improvement, otherwise they're going 
to cut off all my privileges."

"What's your average?" I asked her.

"C+," she replied timidly, appearing to be a little ashamed of herself.

"Fuck, Nikki," I said as the anger rose up in my voice, "you used to be a 
straight A student. What happened?"

"I don't know, Sam," Nikki said very meekly, apparently intimidated by my 
growing anger. "It's just that when I go home on Sundays from your place, 
I'm too tired to do homework and I usually sleep all day. And I'm usually 
still worn out on Monday nights and Tuesday nights, too. I start feeling 
better by Wednesday, so I've basically only got Wednesday nights and 
Thursday nights to get my homework done now that I'm working both Fridays 
and Saturdays. And no one wants me as their project partner anymore because 
they think I'm too unreliable, so I'm having to do all of that work on my 
own." Nikki looked away from me and stared down at the floor of the car 
before adding, "I don't think the booze and the coke are helping much 
either, Sam."

My face started to turn beet red as my blood pressure skyrocketed. "Oh yeah, 
blame it on me!" I yelled. "Excuses, excuses! All you've got are fucking 
excuses! Just buckle down and do your fucking work! Do you want to fuck up 
this good thing we've got going?"

"Well, I don't know, Sam... " Nikki continued, now even more timidly. "I 
mean, I do have quite a bit of money saved up, and you said yourself that my 
college fund is looking good, so I was thinking that maybe it was time I 
could... "

I didn't let her finish. "I, I, I, I... that's all I ever fucking hear from 
you anymore!" I screamed. "Sure you've got enough money and sure you're 
awfully tired and sure you're this and sure you're that, but what about me? 
I mean, I quit my fucking job so I could devote myself to managing your 
career. Don't I count for anything?"

Nikki's eyes welled up with tears and then the floodgates opened and she 
started to cry like a baby. "Oh Sam," she whimpered, "you DO count! You know 
I love you! It's just that I can't deal with school and my parents and 
everything all at once." She wiped at her eyes with a tissue and then gave 
her pretty little nose a blow. God, I wanted to fuck her right then and 
there; she looked so damned sexy when she cried.

"Maybe I could quit school and move in with you, Sam," she sniffled, trying 
to offer up what she perceived to be a reasonable solution to her dilemma.

"Oh yeah, that would work!" I countered sarcastically. "Your parents would 
have the cops pounding on my door within five minutes."

"Well then... maybe we could get married, Sam," she said softly as her big 
brown eyes gazed imploringly into mine, searching for acceptance.

"You can't get married without parental consent, you stupid bitch!" I hissed 
loudly at her again. "And besides, what makes you think I would ever want to 
marry a cocksucking cum-slut whore like you?" I had reached the point, for 
whatever reason, where I wanted to completely humiliate and degrade this 
little girl in the worst manner possible.

On hearing these horrible hurtful words after having sweetly professed her 
love to me, Nikki again burst into a sea of tears.

"And don't pretend that I corrupted you," I continued in a somewhat quieter 
but still disgusted tone of voice. "You were sucking cocks and taking them 
up your ass long before I ever met you." Although this was more or less 
true, I knew it would also drive a cold hard stake through this sweet 
child's heart.

"So don't tell me what YOU want," I spat out vehemently. "I'll tell YOU what 
YOU want."

We finished the drive to my home in complete silence after that. Nikki got 
ready quickly and we started the long drive out to the airport. Neither of 
us felt hungry so we didn't stop for supper, and Nikki made no attempt to 
try to open my pants to get at my cock.

"How about a little blowjob, baby?" I asked nicely, trying to break the ice. 
Nikki dutifully unzipped my fly, pulled out my flaccid dick and started to 
half-heartedly work her mouth up and down on it. After a minute or so of 
some pretty lackluster cocksucking, Nikki started to cry again. Her tears 
would drip down onto my cock and then her lips and mouth would wash the 
salty solution away. She had also started to blubber again, which caused her 
lips to vibrate sensually against my thick shaft and my cockhead. My dick 
was rock hard and I was loving it as I watched this little slave girl give 
me her best little tearful whimpery blowjob. It took all my self-control not 
to push down on the back of her head and fuck my big dick up into her 
throat.

Suddenly I felt my stomach muscles begin to tighten and I said, "Here it 
cums, baby! Time for supper!" I blasted a heavy shot of sperm towards the 
back of Nikki's throat as I gently fucked my hips up into her face with my 
short strokes while trying to maintain control of the vehicle. I squirted 
shot after shot of thick cream into her whimpering wet mouth as she 
continued to cry while trying to swallow my load. I looked down and saw that 
she was blubbering so much she was blowing little sperm bubbles on my dick 
that, when they broke, were drooling down onto my silk pants. Pissed off, I 
gave her a little cuff on the back of the head and said, "Swallow it, you 
cunt! You're making a mess on my pants!" Then Nikki started to work a little 
more proficiently at her sucking and swallowing and she made sure that no 
more semen slid down my dick as she continued to whimper softly. When she 
had taken my whole load, she dipped her tongue down and licked up the few 
shot spots that had made their way onto my silk pants. Then she straightened 
back up in her seat but did not even try to show me her gooey mouthful. Her 
eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were tear-stained and she appeared to 
be totally morose and depressed.

After we pulled into the hotel parking lot around 5:15, I grabbed my bag of 
coke and my mirror out of the glove box and set up a few lines for us while 
we sat in the car. Nikki really didn't want to but I told it would make her 
feel better, so she obediently took the rolled up hundred dollar bill I 
handed to her, leaned over and snorted up two of the lines, one in each 
nostril. Then I did my two lines and said to her soothingly as I stroked her 
hair, "That's my baby. I bet you're feeling better already, aren't you?" In 
response, she gave an almost imperceptible nod as she leaned her head back 
and closed her eyes.

A few minutes later we got out of the car and started to walk towards the 
bar entrance. As we entered the bar, I told Nikki to go and freshen up. She 
looked like shit! As she walked to the ladies' room, every male eye in the 
joint was on her, openly ogling her. She was wearing a slinky, red 
wine-colored, velour dress with an open back that plunged down almost to the 
crack of her ass and a hemline that extended down to about two inches below 
her snatch. She was also wearing thigh-high white nylon stockings with lacy 
tops that allowed a substantial expanse of dark brown thigh to show above 
them and red 4" high-heeled shoes that were open and held on her feet by two 
narrow straps that wrapped around her thin ankles. I saw a few guys actually 
reach down and rub their crotches as they watched her walk by their tables. 
Nikki had single-handedly tripled the business in this bar on Friday and 
Saturday nights since we had started our little venture. I think that was 
the main reason we didn't get hassled by management.

After Nikki went into the ladies' room, I figured I'd better work fast to 
try to salvage this evening. I walked out of the bar into the hotel lobby, 
proceeded up to the reception desk, and rented a room on my platinum 
American Express card. Then I walked over to the courtesy phone, sat down in 
the easy chair beside it, and pulled Nikki's date book out of my pocket. I 
found the room numbers for Nikki's 7:00, 8:00 and 9:00 appointments and 
called the johns using the courtesy phone. I lucked out and managed to get 
two of them. I asked them if they could meet me shortly after 6:00 in the 
room I'd rented, that there'd been a change of plans. They both agreed 
somewhat reluctantly.

I thought I'd seen the third john, Nikki's 7:00 appointment, drinking in the 
hotel bar as I'd walked through it earlier, so I ripped a blank page out of 
the back of the date book and scrawled the same instructions on it before 
folding it in two. Then I walked back into the bar past the john's table and 
discreetly dropped the folded scrap of paper on top of it before proceeding 
to my normal station at one of the smaller elevated tables up against the 
wall. I watched the john as he unfolded the piece of paper, read it, and 
then looked over at me and gave a little nod of his head to indicate his 
agreement.

As I sat down at my table I saw Dusty, the good-looking stacked blonde who 
worked the Friday and Saturday night shifts, start to walk over to take my 
order. She smiled at me as she neared my table and I noticed her long tanned 
legs as they reached up under her tight black miniskirt that extended down 
to only three or four inches below her crotch line. As she got closer to my 
table, I could also see the erect tips of her two large nipples trying to 
poke their way through her yellow low-cut blouse. Even without a bra she 
displayed a substantial amount of cleavage, which indicated to me that her 
tits must still be very firm for her age. She appeared to be in her early 
thirties, maybe thirty-two or thirty-three, but she was quite well 
preserved. It seemed to me that she had started to dress a little more 
provocatively since the first night I'd met her, and I wondered how much of 
that was due to Nikki's influence.

Dusty and I had been openly flirting with each other for the past four 
months and had started chitchatting about this and that and the other thing 
while I passed the hours waiting for Nikki to finish her tricks. But since 
the bar had started to get so much busier, we hadn't had as much time to 
talk lately. However, she had made the effort to tell me that Nikki and I 
were the best things to happen to this bar in a long, long time, and that 
her tips had more than tripled to the point that she was taking home nearly 
$500 in gratuities on a good night. I had tried to look amazed when she told 
me this, and I believe I may have given her a little astonished "No?", but I 
secretly wondered how she would feel if I told her that Nikki was making 
over $600 an hour to let guys party between her legs.

"What'll it be tonight, Sam? Margarita as usual?" Dusty asked cheerfully as 
she smiled at me with her two rows of perfect white teeth.

I looked down at my watch and saw that it was nearly 6:00. "Nothing right 
now, Dusty," I said, smiling back at her, "but I'll be back in a little 
while."

"Good," she replied with her big gray eyes opened wide and a sexy little 
smirk on her face, "otherwise I'd miss you."

She never failed to get a rise out of my cock with her flirty little 
comments and this time was no exception. I thought I saw her sneak a little 
peek down to where my bone was starting to grow in the front of my thin silk 
pants before she returned her eyes to mine and sensually ran her wet pink 
tongue over her thin lips. Then she turned and walked back towards the bar, 
her full womanly hips doing a slow sexy wiggle under her tight black 
miniskirt as she walked away from me.

Just then I saw Nikki walk out of the ladies' room and start to slowly 
sashay towards my table, dragging the leering eyes of every male patron in 
the room along behind her as they stared lecherously at her round swaying 
ass. She once again looked perfect. She had washed the tearstains off her 
cheeks and must have squirted a few drops of eyewash in each eye because 
they were no longer red and puffy. She had redone her make-up beautifully. 
Tonight she was wearing a deep red lipstick and a light pinkish-blue eye 
shadow that perfectly complemented her red velour dress. Her straight 
raven-black hair was combed back and flowed halfway down her bare brown 
back.

As she made her way slowly towards my table, I got up and walked towards 
her. When we met, I took her hand and started to lead her towards the exit 
that opened up into the hotel lobby. "Are you coming up with me, Sam?" Nikki 
asked with a puzzled expression on her face. As we walked towards the 
elevators, I explained to her that I had to speak to her next three johns in 
a room I'd rented earlier to try to unscrew a pretty screwed-up situation. 
As we entered the elevator, I started to lay out my plan to her.

"I'm going to try to convince these guys to take you on all at once at 
7:00," I said. "If I'm lucky and they agree, and if I drive like mad 
afterwards, I should still be able to get you home by nine. You might have 
to change into your street clothes while I'm driving you home." Luckily I 
had had the foresight to throw her street clothes into the trunk of the car 
before we'd left my place.

"I don't know, Sam... " Nikki said carefully, obviously not wanting to 
chance pissing me off again, "... I don't know if I can do all three of them 
at once."

"What's to know?" I said dismissively. "You've had cock in your pussy and in 
your ass and in your mouth before. What difference does it make if you have 
three cocks in you all at the same time?"

"Well... I guess you're right, Sam," Nikki said hesitantly as she managed a 
brief little smile.

"Good," I said. I gave her a piece of paper with the room number written on 
it and one of the two pass cards I'd received earlier from the front desk, 
and I instructed her to be at that room no later than 7:00. I told her that 
I'd go up a little early to arrange for some champagne from room service and 
to let the johns into the room. "And remember, I said, "we're on a 
timetable. If you can get to the room before seven, do it. Don't bother 
taking a shower, you can have one in the room. One or two of the johns might 
like to take one with you as part of the date." Nikki was staring at the 
floor of the elevator and nodding her head affirmatively as she listened 
intently while I continued to give her instructions. "Oh," I said as an 
afterthought, "and if these guys don't want to wear condoms, make sure you 
get a tip from each and every one of the suckers in advance." Nikki nodded 
again just as the elevator stopped at her floor and she got off.

I pushed the button for my floor and started to play out the next scene in 
my head. When the elevator stopped, I got off, walked to the door of my 
room, stuck the pass card in the slot and walked in. I looked at my watch 
and saw that it was just 6:00, so I walked over to the mini-bar and grabbed 
a beer before crashing down into one of the large easy chairs in the room. 
My mouth had dried up like the Mojave Desert and I chugged the beer down 
voraciously and then went over and got another. As I was sitting there 
sipping on my second beer, I heard a light knock at the door and got up to 
answer it. Two of the johns were standing just outside the door and the 
third was walking up the hallway. I waved my hand towards the interior of 
the room, inviting the two marks in, while I held the door and waited for 
the third.

Once they were all in the room, I said to them, "Please, have a seat." They 
sat down on the two chairs and the one small sofa in the room and I offered 
them a drink. They all declined, so I started to speak.

"We've got a problem," I said as I sat down on the bed and took another sip 
of my beer. "Plans have changed and Lolita and I have got to leave early 
tonight." Lolita was the alias I'd given Nikki on her very first date. Then 
I looked directly at Nikki's 7:00 date as I said, "You're up next, but I'm 
afraid you other two are out of luck unless you agree to what I have to 
offer." There were a couple of disgruntled comments from johns number two 
and three before I continued. "Lolita's willing to take on all three of you 
at 7:00," I said. "She's willing to do you individually or all three at the 
same time." As I looked at their faces, I saw now that I had their complete 
attention. "Double penetration, triple penetration, anything goes," I said 
before taking another sip of my beer. "Well, what do you think?" I asked, 
opening the floor up for discussion.

"Well, I don't know... " one of the johns started as he chose his words 
carefully, "... do we get, like, a discount or anything for this."

I glared over at the cocksucker as the anger started to well up in my 
throat. "What are you, fucking crazy?" I said loudly as I made a sudden 
motion towards him while continuing to sit on the bed. "When was the last 
fucking time you got to gang-bang a little 11-year-old girl?" I said as my 
cheeks started to flush with rage.

"Eleven?!" I heard one of the other johns exclaim incredulously. "I thought 
you told me she was twelve."

"Yeah, yeah... she is twelve. I made a mistake, okay?" I said more calmly as 
I waved one of my hands around in the air dismissively. "Eleven or twelve," 
I continued, "what fucking difference does it make anyway? You all know 
she's the sweetest piece of ass you've ever had, and she's never done a 
gang-bang before. You three would be her first. Now if that ain't worth full 
pop, I don't know what is. I really ought to be charging you motherfuckers 
more for this," I said as I looked at each of them in turn and saw that I 
had them hooked. "And, oh yeah," I added as an afterthought, "I'm extending 
the time from 6:45 until 8:30." On hearing this, all three johns gave an 
appreciative little nod. "But don't fuck me around," I continued in a 
threatening tone. "If she's not back down in the bar by one minute after 
8:30, I'm coming up here to get her."

"Sure, sure, Sam," the first john spoke up again, wiping his brow with a 
handkerchief he'd produced from his pocket, "no need to get hot. I was just 
asking. You know?"

"No harm done," I said as I gave him an evil little grin just to let him 
know that I was exactly the last pimp on earth that he'd ever want to fuck 
with.

I collected 500 bucks off each of them and then started to escort them out 
of the room. "There'll be a couple of bottles of champagne waiting for you 
when you get here," I said, "and the mini-bar's open. Everything's on me." I 
received a chorus of "Thanks Sam" as I walked them out the door.

After they left, I chugged back the rest of my beer and threw the can in the 
wastebasket. Then I called room service and asked them to send two bottles 
of champagne up to the room at 6:35. After I hung up the phone, I looked at 
my watch and saw that it was already a little past 6:15 so I figured that I 
might as well hang around, seeing as how it was only going to be a 
twenty-minute wait. I went to the mini-bar and grabbed another beer and had 
just started to relax back down in one of the easy chairs when I suddenly 
had a brainstorm.

Being an amateur shutterbug, I had started carrying around a small digital 
micro-camera with me wherever I went, and I suddenly remembered that I had 
it in the pocket of my silk suit jacket. The camera had cost me a small 
fortune but it was absolutely amazing. It was so small and thin that it 
barely covered half the palm of my hand. And it used a low-light digital 
technology that adjusted the picture colors and intensity based on the 
strength of the source light available. It also had a built-in timer and you 
could program it to take intermittent shots every five minutes or ten 
minutes or whenever you wanted.

I pulled the camera out of my pocket and started to program it. I knew that 
I probably had twenty pictures or so left so I figured that, if I set it to 
take a shot every five minutes, I could start it at 6:55 and it would take 
the last picture at 8:30. After I programmed it, I looked around the room 
for a good place to set it up. Gazing upward, I saw that there was a large 
chandelier hanging from the ceiling near the foot of the bed. All I needed 
was something to rig it up there with. I continued to scan the room and then 
walked over to one of the far corners and unplugged the lamp that was 
sitting on the desk. I ripped the electrical cord out of the lamp, grabbed 
the desk chair and walked back towards the bed. Then I set the desk chair up 
on top of the bed and started to climb up onto it. It was wobblier than 
hell, but I managed to tie the camera to the overhead chandelier with the 
electrical cord such that it was focused down towards the head of the bed.

I had just taken the chair back off the bed and was walking it back to the 
desk when I heard the room door open and in walked Nikki. She looked a 
little the worse for wear, but still pretty damned good. I looked down at my 
watch and saw that it was just 6:25. "Good, you're early," I said as she 
walked towards the bathroom. I followed her in and started to explain to her 
that the next three guys were all going to show up at 6:45, that I'd ordered 
champagne that should be delivered shortly, and that I'd told the guys that 
the mini-bar was free. Nikki had put one of her high-heeled feet up onto the 
toilet seat, lifted the hem of her miniskirt and started to douche the cum 
out of her twat with a wet washcloth while I was talking. The thin lips of 
her pussy appeared to be a little bit more pink and puffy than usual, but 
not too bad. "He came pretty quick, eh?" I asked quietly, trying to make 
pleasant conversation.

Nikki shrugged her shoulders and said complacently, "About the same as 
usual." I knew that she'd honed the art of whoring into a fine science and 
that her tricks seldom took more than half an hour anymore. She was usually 
back down in the bar in plenty of time to have a drink or snort a couple of 
lines in the car before her next date.

As she was repairing her make-up, I continued to explain to her that I'd 
told the guys that, because she was going to take on all three of them at 
once, I would extend their time and give them from 6:45 until 8:30. I 
carefully instructed her to make sure that both she and the johns were out 
of the room no later than 8:30, whether all of the johns had cum or not, 
earlier if possible. I also told her that I'd already put the fear of Sam 
into the three johns so that they wouldn't try to delay her from leaving.

"And remember," I said to her like some kind of perverse schoolteacher, 
"when they've all cum, the party's over. The quickest way to get it done is 
probably to let the three of them fuck all of your holes at the same time. I 
don't think they'll last too long that way." I knew I wouldn't.

As Nikki finished combing out her hair and started to put her brush back 
into her small handbag, I held out my hand to her with the palm up. She 
dutifully pulled out the $500 from her last trick and placed the bills 
gently in my upturned palm. I told her that I'd already collected off the 
next three johns and that she only had to worry about getting her tips.

"Sam?" Nikki said, sounding rather tired as she pulled her panties out of 
her handbag and started to put them on.

"Yeah?" I said as I reached over and lovingly kneaded the back of her neck 
with my fingers.

Nikki gazed over at me with her big, mournful, puppy-dog eyes and asked, "Do 
you love me?"

"Of course I do, kid," I said with a smile as I pulled her into my arms and 
gave her a deep kiss, wondering too late whether she had brushed her teeth 
after sucking on her last john's cock.

"Come on," I said as I took her hand and led her back into the room. "I know 
exactly what you need: a little pick-me-up!" I spooned out some coke from my 
bag onto the top of the desk and arranged it into four lines. Nikki 
dutifully rolled up the hundred-dollar bill I handed her, leaned down and 
snorted up two of the lines. Then I leaned down and did the other two. When 
I looked back up at her, I thought I could see that some of the life had 
returned to her face. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the wet washcloth 
and was just wiping down the desktop when there was a knock at the door and 
I heard a voice say "Room service!" on the other side.

I hurriedly threw the washcloth back into the bathroom and went to answer 
the door. When I opened it, a twentyish-looking busboy came in with his roll 
cart and set up the two bottles of champagne in a bucket full of ice in the 
center of the room's main table. He unscrewed the cork on one of the bottles 
and poured a small sample into one of the half-dozen champagne glasses he'd 
brought with him. As I tasted the champagne, I watched him eyeing up Nikki 
from head to toe and I thought I noticed his cock lurch slightly in his 
pants. I set my glass down and said, "Fine," and he proceeded to fill up two 
glasses about halfway. Then he produced the chit and I signed it before 
escorting him to the door. As I walked him out the door, I pressed a 
ten-spot into his hand and then gently closed the door partway behind me 
before I smiled at him and asked, "Do you like that?"

He gave me a puzzled look before he finally got it. Then he grinned and 
replied, "Oh, yes sir!"

"What time do you start work tomorrow, kid?" I asked.

"Six o'clock, sir," he replied with curiosity dripping from his voice.

"Well, if you'd like to see some more of it, come to this address around 
3:00 tomorrow afternoon," I said as I scribbled down my home address on a 
napkin that was sitting on top of his roll cart.

"What's your name anyway, kid?" I asked as I finished writing.

"Tim," he replied politely.

"See you tomorrow, Tim," I said quietly as I started to push open the door 
to the room. "I guarantee you won't regret it." Tim nodded his head in shock 
and then began to push his cart back down the hall. As I re-entered the 
room, Nikki was sitting in one of the big easy chairs beside the main table 
with her legs crossed. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting 
close to 6:45 so I walked over to the table and grabbed the two half-full 
glasses of champagne and offered one to Nikki. "Here's looking at you, kid," 
I said in my best Humphrey Bogart as Nikki smiled sweetly at me and took a 
sip of her champagne. I guzzled mine down, looked at my watch again and 
said, "Showtime!" as I set the glass back down on the table and headed 
towards the door. I opened the door and started to walk out, but then turned 
around, and with a big toothy grin, said, "Break a leg, kid."

Nikki smiled at me appreciatively and said, "Thanks, Sam," as I walked out 
the door. Two of the johns were just getting off the crowded elevator as I 
was getting on and I gave them a little knowing wink.

I walked back into the bar through the entrance off the hotel lobby and gave 
Dusty the high sign as I strolled past her on the way to my table so that 
she'd bring me a Margarita tout de suite. When I finally sat down at my 
usual table against the wall, I was completely exhausted and I leaned my 
head down onto my arms on the table. A minute or so later, I heard Dusty's 
voice ask, "Rough night, Sam?"

I raised my head up off the table, gazed into her pretty face and replied, 
"Kind of."

"Yeah, me too," she said as she set a coaster down on my table followed 
immediately by my Margarita. "Well, actually a rough week," she continued as 
she lingered at the table, appearing to want to talk.

"Oh?" I said, not wanting to sound too inquisitive nor appear to be prying.

"Yeah," she continued with a serious look on her face, "my boyfriend and I 
split up a week ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound caring and empathetic. "For good do 
you think?" I asked.

"'Fraid so," she said as she gave a little shrug of her shoulders and then 
found her smile again. "Oh well," she continued, smiling a little more 
broadly now, "plenty of fish in the sea, as they say."

"Yep," I replied in agreement as I continued to make eye contact while I 
stirred my Margarita with my swizzle stick.

Dusty turned as if to walk away but then quickly turned back and said, "Say, 
Sam, I get my half-hour supper break at 7:30. You wouldn't be interested 
in... you know... talking with me for a while, would you?"

"I'd be happy to," I replied without hesitation. "Come and get me," I said 
with a big caring smile.

Dusty then turned and walked back to the bar as my eyes locked onto her firm 
ass cheeks as they moved invitingly under her tight black miniskirt. Just 
talking to her for a minute had already got my bone so hard I could hardly 
stand it. It had been so long since I'd fucked a real woman rather than a 
little girl that I could barely remember what it felt like. But I knew that 
if I'd ever had an opportunity to get laid, this was it. 'Talk, my ass!' I 
chuckled to myself. I could tell by that look in her eye what she really 
wanted - a good hard fucking.

For the next half hour I watched Dusty serve the customers in the bar as I 
began to slowly work myself up into a sexual frenzy. Some of the male 
patrons were starting to get a little frisky and I saw a few of them rub 
their hands over Dusty's tight ass when she bent over their tables to set 
their drinks down. She never seemed to overreact, but would just give them 
her "Naughty boy, shame on you!" look before she turned her back to them and 
wiggled her ass before walking away.

I figured that the boys were a little rowdier than normal because they 
hadn't seen Nikki return for nearly an hour and a half. Nikki was usually 
back down in the bar every half hour like clockwork, and she always played 
up to the boys. She would let them paw her ass and get their hands up under 
her skirt before wriggling her little butt around on them. Most of the time 
she wore thong panties so they would usually get a handful of naked teen 
ass-flesh. Sometimes she'd even let them finger her cunt through her panties 
before reaching down and giving their cocks a gentle little squeeze. I had 
to give it to the kid, she really knew how to work a room. It was no wonder 
we were so fucking busy all the time!

At 7:30 Dusty came over to my table and said, "Are you ready, Sam?"

"Yep," I replied as I got up off my stool, my cock now only semi-erect but 
still causing the front of my pants to bulge out considerably. I saw Dusty's 
eyes briefly stray down to my crotch to check me out as I said, "Where to? 
The restaurant?"

"I thought we could maybe go someplace quieter, Sam," Dusty whispered 
softly, "and... you know... just talk."

"Sure," I said as my cock lurched in my pants while I watched her 
unconsciously run her long wet tongue over her thin pink lips. "How about my 
car?" I offered. "It's just out in the parking lot."

"Great," Dusty replied. So we left the bar and walked out to my car. I 
unlocked the passenger door and opened it for Dusty like a gentleman and 
then went over to the other side and climbed in the driver's door. Dusty had 
scooted over towards the center of the front bench seat, and after I got in 
the car, she turned her body towards me and took my left hand in hers. "I 
really appreciate this, Sam," she said as she gazed into my eyes. "Sometimes 
a girl just has to... you know... talk, and it's nice to have a friend like 
you to talk to."

"You know I'm there for you, Dusty," I said as I turned my body in towards 
hers and moved a little closer to her on the seat.

"It's just that I've been so upset this past week since the break-up," she 
continued. "I know that I'm better off without that asshole, but I just get 
so... so lonely."

"I know, I know," I said soothingly as I reached my right hand over and 
gently brushed her hair back away from her temple with my fingers. Tonight 
her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and held in place with a 
wide red hair band. I moved my right hand around to the back of her neck and 
started to gently knead the tight muscles there as I said, "Dusty, you are a 
beautiful sexy woman. Any man in his right mind would give an arm and a leg 
just to talk you like we're talking right now, let alone be your lover."

Dusty, who had closed her eyes while I sensually massaged her neck, now 
slowly opened them and gazed at me needfully as she asked, "Do you really 
think so, Sam?"

"I know so," I said firmly. "And a woman as beautiful as you doesn't need to 
be lonely for long."

As soon as I said these words, I saw the look of lust start to creep into 
her eyes, so I leaned my face in towards hers, and with my right hand on the 
back of her neck, gently pulled her head in towards mine. As our faces 
neared, I watched her as she shut her eyes and wet her lips in anticipation. 
As soon as we met, I poked my tongue between her lips and into her warm 
mouth and started to mash my thick tongue sensually up against hers. She 
whimpered softly as she started to teasingly work the tip of her tongue back 
against mine. I wasted no time and brought my left hand up onto her ripe 
left breast before squeezing it and massaging it firmly. She continued to 
moan softly as I moved my hand down over her chest to her flat stomach and 
then over her tight black miniskirt before sneaking up underneath it and 
gently caressing her mound which was already soaking wet. When I felt the 
heat and the moisture emanating from her pussy, I moved her panties to one 
side and sank a finger up deep into her sopping hole as I started to rub her 
hard clit with my thumb. Dusty moaned into my mouth as she spread her legs 
for me invitingly. Then she reached her one hand up and cupped the back of 
my head as we kissed while her other hand dropped down into my lap and 
grasped my thick cock through my thin pants. As Dusty started to firmly 
squeeze the shaft of my prick and rub her thumb over my fat cockhead, her 
tongue entered my mouth and began to sensually swirl itself around inside, 
teasing the tip of my tongue and licking the insides of my mouth. Her tongue 
seemed to be incredibly long as she started working it down my throat while 
she continued to grip and massage my thick bone. I could feel the front of 
my pants beginning to soak with pre-cum, and she must have thought I was 
getting ready to cum because she suddenly pulled her tongue out of my mouth 
and said breathlessly, "Just a minute, Sam."

She hiked up her short miniskirt and started to pull down her panties, 
leaning over to take them off from around her ankles. As she was doing this, 
I unzipped the fly on my trousers and pulled out my long sausage which, as 
soon as it was released, pointed itself eight inches straight up into the 
air. As Dusty finished taking off her panties and sat back up in her seat, I 
gently pushed her closer to the passenger-side door so that I wouldn't have 
to contend with the steering wheel. As she was scooting over, I saw her look 
down into my lap, and when she saw how long and thick my cock was, she once 
again started to unconsciously lick her long wet tongue over her thin dry 
lips as she trembled slightly from the lust that was beginning to build in 
her hot ripe body.

I put my hands on either side of her thin waist to help her raise herself up 
and then I scooted my butt over on the seat beneath her to line up our 
sexes. With her back still facing me, she brought her feet up onto the seat 
on either side of my hips until she was in a crouching position, and then 
she reached down between her legs and grabbed onto my thick bone. She 
started to swab my drooling cockhead up and down the plump lips of her sex 
before finally settling her hips down fully onto my lap. As she impaled 
herself on my thick rod, she gave a long deep sigh and then moaned 
lustfully, "Oh, Sam... " as I reached around her with both hands and grabbed 
two big handfuls of soft tit-flesh through the outside of her thin yellow 
blouse. After she had settled down on my long bone and her pussy had 
adjusted itself to my length and girth, she ground her cunt around on the 
root of my cock for several seconds and then raised herself up again, almost 
to the point where my cock popped out of her hole, before she suddenly 
dropped herself back down fully onto my bone. As she began to work her wet 
cunt up and down on my throbbing meat a little more rigorously , she moaned 
out appreciatively, "Oh Sam... it's been so long... your cock feels so good 
inside me... "

"I know, I know," I said understandingly as I kissed her back through her 
thin yellow blouse while continuing to knead her large boobs with my hands. 
As she began to furiously pound her rather loose cunt up and down on my 
manhood, I felt her body start to tremble more noticeably
as she moaned more loudly, "Fuck me, Sam! Oh fuck me, baby! Cum in my cunt! 
Please!" When I heard this, I removed my hands from her breasts and firmly 
grasped the sides of her hips before starting to drive my big bone up into 
her twat at the same time as she was dropping her hips down onto my groin. 
But I knew that there was no fucking way I could cum in her cunt. Her hole 
was just a little too sloppy for someone who had been fucking teenagers 
exclusively for the past year. I just wanted her to cum as quickly as 
possible so I could find a tighter hole.

Dusty was pounding her cunt down onto my bone now and no longer needed any 
assistance from me. She would impale herself on my dick and then grind her 
hips around in my lap before raising herself back up and repeating the 
process all over again. She was moving up and down so quickly and thrashing 
her head around so much that I'm surprised she didn't bash her brains out on 
the roof of the car.

"Oh Dusty, your cunt is so fucking tight, baby!" I lied breathlessly. 
"You're going to make me cum any second now in your tight little hole!" I 
reached around to rub her clit, but as soon as my finger touched it, she 
started to convulse in an overwhelming orgasm. She leaned her body back 
fully against me, crushing me into the rear of the car seat, as she ground 
her hips around relentlessly on the base of my cock while she shuddered and 
shook uncontollably. Gradually her hip rotations started to slow down and 
her frantic breathing became a little more regular. I looked up and saw that 
her eyes were closed and her face flushed and beaded with perspiration as 
she basked in her post-orgasmic afterglow.

"Dusty?" I said softly as I gently rubbed her back. "Baby?"

"Wha...?" she said with surprise as her eyes fluttered open and she looked 
around at me.

"I didn't cum yet, baby," I said imploringly. "Lift yourself up for a 
second."

She raised herself up until my cock popped out of her sloppy hole. Then I 
reached down and grabbed it, fisting it a couple of times before moving it 
towards the opening to her anus. When Dusty felt my cockhead nudging up 
against her back door, she hesitated a couple of seconds before slowly 
lowering herself down onto it maybe an inch, to the point where I had most 
of the crown of my cock in her. I watched her as she closed her eyes and bit 
on her lip before wiggling her ass around gently on my cock, trying to work 
herself a bit further down it. My prick was incredibly slimy and well 
lubricated from the pussy juice she had produced when she came and from my 
own copious pre-cum.

As she started to flinch and grimace while she worked the second inch of my 
meat into her tight asshole, I knew it was now or never. I grabbed hold of 
the sides of her full hips and yanked her down hard onto my rigid meat. "OH 
GODDD!!!!" she screamed as her tight butt-hole bottomed out on my full eight 
inches and started to spasm around my thick dick. She instinctively started 
to raise herself up to try to escape my invading member and I let her get up 
about six inches before I yanked her back down hard again until she was 
sitting on my pole. "I CAN'T DO THIS!!! IT HURTS TOO BAD!!!" she screamed as 
she started to raise herself up again, only to have me yank her down hard 
again.

For the next minute or so, we played this silly game of her trying to get up 
off my bone and me pulling her back down onto it before she finally 
surrendered and sank her ass down fully on my eight-inch monster as her body 
sagged noticeably and she started groaning incessantly. Then I removed my 
hands from her hips and moved them up to massage her shoulders as I 
soothingly said, "Ssshhhh, sssshhhh," to her over and over again.

When I saw her cautiously open her eyes, I asked her, "Dusty? Baby? Have you 
ever been fucked in the ass before?" She was still biting down on her lip 
and grimacing as she vigorously shook her head 'no'.

"Just try to relax, baby," I said softly to her as I continued to massage 
her tense shoulders. "Here, let me help you," I said as I reached one hand 
around her to find her clit. As I touched her hard little love button, I 
felt her body tense and then relax. I started to gently rub my finger around 
on it, tracing slow circles, as her breathing started to become more 
irregular again. As I continued to massage her hard little nub, I felt her 
tentatively lift her hips up off my lap about two inches before dropping her 
ass back down onto my cock. As her sexual pleasure began to mount from my 
manual stimulation of her privates, she became more and more adventurous 
until eventually she was moving her ass up and down on my cock nearly as 
smoothly as when I was fucking her cunt earlier. I placed my one hand back 
on the side of her hip while I continued to frig her furiously with the 
other, and I started to pump my hips up into her ass each time she dropped 
her asshole down onto my cock. My sensual fingering of her clit started to 
work her up into a frenzy again and she began to slam her tight ass down 
onto my thick bone with increasing intensity. Suddenly her body started to 
tremble uncontrollably again and I knew she was having her very first anal 
orgasm. I beamed inside with the knowledge that I had deflowered another 
anal virgin as Dusty's orgasm began to subside and she sank her ass down 
fully onto my cock again. Her bunghole was tight, almost as tight as Nikki's 
cunt, and I felt like I could cum at any second.

"Dusty?" I said softly as I gently rubbed my hand up and down on her back. 
"Baby?"

"Wha...?" she said with surprise as her eyes fluttered open again and she 
looked around at me.

"I didn't cum yet, baby," I said imploringly. "I want to cum in your mouth."

Dusty lifted herself up off of my cock and I spread my legs widely so she 
could kneel down on the floor of the car and suck my dick. She initially 
just licked at the head and the pee-slit to make sure that it didn't taste 
too gross, and then she took my fat cockhead into her mouth and swirled her 
tongue around on it. She grabbed hold of my shaft and started twisting her 
fist around on it as she continued to lick and suck on just the knob of my 
dick. 'She's obviously not into any deep-throating tonight,' I thought to 
myself as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and appreciated what I 
was getting.

After several minutes of this, my balls pulled up in my sac and my stomach 
muscles tightened as I felt the cum start to surge up my shaft. I put my 
left hand on top of Dusty's head and held it firm as my first shot of semen 
exploded out of the head of my prick directly down into her stomach. While 
continuing to hold onto her head with my left hand, I pulled my pulsating 
cock out of her mouth and started fisting it with my right hand as I watched 
her close her eyes, open her mouth and stick out her tongue just a 
millisecond before another major blast of cum shot from the tip of my dick, 
through the air and towards the back of her throat. I blew spurt after hard 
spurt of splooge into her open mouth and onto her tongue before I finally 
laid my cock down on her tongue to let her coax out the last few remaining 
drops. She obediently closed her lips around my cockhead and sucked on it 
gently like a baby, extracting the last little bit of love juice up out of 
my balls.

I didn't think she had swallowed yet because cum was frothing out the sides 
of her mouth like crazy before rolling down her chin and her cheeks. Finally 
I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she closed her mouth and appeared to 
swish my man-cream around inside of it before she opened it again slightly 
and blew a big sperm bubble. Then she opened her lustful eyes and gazed up 
at me with a slutty expression as she closed her mouth and swallowed my 
load. I saw her Adam's apple bob as my thick juice made its way from her 
mouth into her throat and down her neck. Long ropes of cum were starting to 
drip off her cheeks and chin so I scooted over a little closer to the 
driver's side of the car so they wouldn't wreck my expensive silk pants if 
they fell. Then Dusty looked over and smiled at me as she stuck her long 
pink tongue out of her mouth and started to lick the cum off her cheeks and 
chin. After managing to clean herself rather impressively, she again closed 
her mouth and swallowed my remaining fluids before sticking out her tongue 
show me that she'd eaten my entire load. I groaned appreciatively at this 
slutty display as I lifted her up under her elbows and gave her a sloppy 
tongue kiss. "Now that's what I call supper!" she said with a sultry smile 
as she took the tissues I offered her and wiped the rest of the cum off her 
pretty face and neck. While she was tending to her face, I grabbed a few 
tissues out of the box and dabbed away at the few shot spots that had landed 
on her yellow blouse and on my car seat. Then I wiped my own face as she 
looked at her watch and said, "Shit! It's five after eight. I'm late." She 
frantically opened up her door and started running back to the bar rather 
dangerously, I thought, in her high-heels.

After she left, I leaned over to the dashboard console and pushed the stop 
button for the hidden video camera I had mounted inside a fake compass ball 
on top of the far left side of the driver's side dashboard. 'That should be 
interesting viewing,' I thought to myself as I stuck my cock back into my 
pants and noticed that, even as careful as I'd been, I had still managed to 
accumulate a fair amount of pussy juice and cum on the front of my pants. I 
grabbed another tissue and tried to wipe it off as best I could before I 
left the car to go and get Nikki.

When I didn't see Nikki in the bar, I decided to go up to the room. As I 
walked through the bar, I saw Dusty give me a sexy little smirk from the 
table she was serving and I winked back at her suggestively. The wet cum 
stains on her yellow blouse showed a little darker than the rest of the 
material and I hoped she didn't notice. With Nikki and I leaving early 
tonight, I was sure she was going to get man-handled severely by the rowdy 
male patrons who were used to having Nikki around to paw at.

When I got up to the room, I saw that it was about 8:15 so I decided to wait 
out of sight in the stairwell while Nikki finished up. A few minutes later I 
heard the door to the room open and a bunch of good-byes being said. I put 
my face up to the window in the door and saw the three johns leaving the 
room. As soon as they got on the elevator, I exited the stairwell, walked up 
to the room door, and let myself in with my pass card. Nikki was getting 
dressed and she jumped when I walked into the room. "Sam!" she said, 
surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Just come to get you," I said as I surveyed the room. Both bottles of 
champagne had been consumed as well as a couple of small bottles of Scotch 
from the mini-bar. The bed was a cum-soaked mess - the horny pigs hadn't 
even bothered to pull back the bed cover off the sheets before sticking it 
to my girl. I walked over and grabbed the desk chair and stood it up on the 
bed before climbing up on it to untie and retrieve my micro-camera.

"What's that?" Nikki asked as she put on her high heels while I returned the 
chair to the desk.

"I'll tell you later," I said as I grabbed her handbag off the nightstand, 
took her by the hand and hurriedly led her out the door. We caught the 
elevator down and were jogging through the hotel lobby toward the bar 
entrance when I changed my mind mid-stream and headed for the main exit.

"Why are we going this way?" Nikki asked, almost tripping on her high heels 
when I yanked on her arm.

"The boys are rowdy tonight," I said truthfully. "It'll take us forever to 
get out of there if they latch onto you." But in the back of my mind I also 
knew that I didn't want to see Dusty again tonight.

We got out to the car, hopped in, and I started it up and drove away like a 
maniac. I flipped on my radar detector and looked at my watch. It was just 
8:25. I still had a chance to get Nikki home by nine.

END OF PART ONE

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