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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Forty Six



Priss - Chapter 2

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Romance, MDom, Anal, Cheat, Blackmail

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    "Guess what, honey?" Thomas was calling me at work, which he did
sometimes and I always enjoyed it. The other girls in the office were
so jealous of me, but I tried to remain above that.

    "Ummmm..." I giggled at the happiness in my fiancé's voice.

    "Perry is coming up for the weekend," Thomas said. "Isn't that
great?"

    "Oh," I swallowed hard and I should have been expecting it, but
like anyone in denial I'd tried to ignore the truth of my unhappy
situation.

    "Tricia?" he prompted me.

    "Yeah, Thomas," I forced myself to smile as Janice, one of the
secretaries was watching me and trying to listen in. "That's wonderful
news."

    "He's driving up this afternoon, so we'll all go out for dinner
together," Thomas said. "I'm glad you like him, I knew you would."

    "He's a nice guy," I cleared my throat. "I, uh...I have to get back
to work and..."

    "I love you, Tricia," Thomas said softly from his office at the
bank his family owned.

    "I love you too, Thomas," I whispered.

    "I'll pick you up around seven, okay?"

    "Uh-huh," I agreed. "Bye."

    I closed my eyes after hanging up my phone, wondering what I was
going to do. Perry was my fiancé's best friend and the soon to be Best
Man at our upcoming wedding. He was a handsome man, outgoing and well
off financially. Perry should have been a man I was happy to see, and
he would have been except for one small problem. Perry knew I'd been a
prostitute while I was attending college. He'd paid me to have sex
with him and Perry wasn't about to let me forget it.

    Thomas knew nothing about it, of course, and I couldn't afford to
let my dirty secret get out. Not with our wedding less than a month
away. His family was rich and decidedly unhappy with me, but Thomas
was in love and while he wasn't exactly my Prince Charming, he was my
chance at a new life. I'd learn to love him and I was determined to be
a faithful, devoted wife to the man. If only Perry hadn't come along
to ruin everything.

    I knew most people thought I was going to be little more than a
trophy wife, but I couldn't help that. I really am beautiful, golden
blonde with jade green eyes and tight, firm body. My breasts were
perfectly natural, perky and neither too large or small but just
right, like my pert round butt. It was the reason I was so good at
being a coed call girl, or at least one of the reasons. Another big
one was that I was willing and eager to do almost anything, especially
piss games. If I had a personal fetish, I suppose that was it. I was a
piss whore and a very popular one too.

    My fiancé thought I was a virgin and I'd spent our months dating
to encourage that belief. Thomas was a virgin as well and proud of it,
so I had little doubt that the man would drop me quick if he found out
the truth. I'd be run out of town most likely. Jobless, penniless, and
with nowhere to go. It was a dim prospect and so perhaps it's not so
hard to understand why I'd buried my head in the sand and wished my
nightmare away.

    Now I was waking up though and it wasn't a dream at all.


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    "Oh, I love this song!" Perry grinned at me. "Come on, Tricia. Let
me have one dance."

    "Oh," I blinked at him and I was sitting very close to Thomas,
practically on his lap and he wasn't minding that at all.

    We'd been in the club nearly an hour and Perry had been ordering
the drinks. A single glass of wine was enough for me and I'd barely
touched it, but Thomas had been showing off, wanting to impress me or
something. We didn't go out like this very often and Thomas rarely had
more than one or two drinks when we did. Perry seemed to be handling
it better than his friend and that was making me nervous.

    "Go ahead," Thomas smiled at me, giving me a gentle push. "He'll
never stop if you don't give him what he wants."

    "But..." I frowned and Perry was already standing up, reaching for
my hand.

    "There we go," Perry smiled at his best friend. "I'll bring her
back, buddy. Don't worry."

    "Ah," Thomas laughed and waved at us and I realized my fiancé was
getting a little drunk.

    We'd had a nice dinner in the best restaurant in town. It had been
a little too intimate for the three of us, I'd thought, but Thomas
hadn't seemed to mind. He and Perry had been best friends since they
were in kindergarten, or some such thing, and the two men were very
much like brothers. That only made it worse for me because there was
very little that Perry couldn't get away with, at least so far as
innuendo and casual flirting went. Thomas just laughed it off when
Perry would say something slightly risqué or even rude about my
appearance, or more usually about what he'd like to do to a woman like
me in the bedroom.

    When I tried to demonstrate my discomfort, Thomas just chided me
gently, telling me that I had to get used to Perry. That I'd love him
like part of the family once I got to know the man. It was hopeless
and I was trapped and very frustrated by all of it. If any other man
had said some of the things Perry had said, Thomas would have been
fuming with jealousy, but since Perry was his best friend, it was all
okay for some reason. Now I was slow dancing with the man in the
finest club in the city and I could only pray that Perry wouldn't do
something to embarrass me.

    "Relax," Perry whispered in my ear as he held me close. "What are
you so nervous about?"

    "You," I breathed keeping my hands on his shoulders while Perry
held my hips. "We're not supposed to be dancing like this. I'm getting
married."

    "Tommy knows," Perry chuckled. "I asked nicely. Don't worry,
Priss, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you."

    "Don't call me that," I said, feeling my face flush with
humiliation. Priss had been my working name back at the university.

    "Tricia," Perry corrected himself. "Sorry. I just forget
sometimes. You're so gorgeous."

    "Don't," I gave him a small shake of my head as I felt his hands
threatening to move behind me. "Just...be nice."

    "I'm always nice," Perry told me. "Look, I want you to marry him.
I told you that. I think it's great."

    "Then why won't you leave me alone?" I asked him, with my pleading
eyes staring into his.

    "Because I love fucking you," Perry said softly.

    His hands did move then, just enough so that his fingers could
feel my butt through the silk evening gown I was wearing. It had been
a gift from Perry, of all people, and it was green like my eyes and
wonderfully fitted to my body. Too wonderfully it seemed just then and
I frowned, glancing around nervously and hoping nobody would notice
what the man was doing. I could have been overreacting though. Perry
wasn't holding my ass, just...rubbing it.

    "You marry Thomas and I'll always know where you are, Tricia,"
Perry continued. "I'll always know I can have a good time when I come
for a visit. Oh yeah, baby. I really want to see you two married."

    "He's your best friend," I said, wondering how a man could have
such low scruples as Perry did.

    "That just makes it even better, doesn't it?" Perry laughed and
then he gripped my ass in his hands, surprising me as he pulled me
close against him.

    "Oh!" I gasped and blinked into the man's face as I felt his
obvious erection through our clothing.

    Perry let me go then, just that quickly, and I knew my face was
red and I had to fight to catch my breath. He'd frightened me with
that briefly outrageous act and, dare I say it? Excited me a little as
well. Maybe. I'd been a whore and I'd enjoyed the sex a lot, I won't
deny that. Perry was an attractive man. Not my type really, he was a
little to boisterous for my tastes, but physically Perry was very much
what I'd liked about men. But that was crazy. I didn't like him and I
didn't care what he looked like. So why had my nipples grown hot and
hard while we'd danced? Why had the brief pleasure of feeling his hard
cock against the soft swell of my sex made my tummy tighten almost
painfully?

    "Go in the restroom," Perry whispered in my ear. He was holding my
hand and walking me off the dance floor.

    "Why?" I asked him.

    "Take off your panties," Perry said. "Bring them back to me."

    "No!" I stepped back and stared at him in shock.

    "Yes," Perry said seriously. "Go on, Tricia. Don't make me wait."

    I realized I had no choice. I was unwilling to call Perry's bluff
and he knew it, so I turned reluctantly towards the ladies room. I
passed several people I vaguely knew, friends of my fiancé's for the
most part and I smiled and said hello, masking the nervous fear and
excitement that was building inside me. The dress was full length,
slit in the front and back to mid thigh and all I wore beneath it was
a black g-string, a fragile thing made of lace and intended more for
the bedroom than anything else. Once I'd removed it I was naked but
for the dress Perry had given me and I felt like everyone in the place
could see right through it.

    With my tiny panties balled tightly in my fist I left the restroom
and returned to our table, which was actually a booth. Perry got up,
smiling politely so I could slide into it and sit between him and
Thomas. My fiancé was obviously drunk by now and I wondered what Perry
had been giving him during my short absence. Double and triple shots
of something, I imagined, and I didn't like that at all. Thomas wasn't
stumbling down drunk, not yet, but he was going to get there soon if I
didn't put a stop to this.

    Perry might not have believed it, nor Thomas' family, but the
simple fact was that I cared for my fiancé far more than I cared about
his money. He was a good man, the best I'd met, and if I didn't love
him it was only because of some fault within myself, or so I believed.
I'd learn to love him and I was determined not to see him made a fool
of. I pressed my hand into Perry's lap as if by accident when he sat
down, leaving him with my panties and desperately hoping nobody
noticed.

    "I want to go home now," I told Thomas gently, moving close to him
and touching his chest with my hand. "Please, take me home."

    "What?" Perry frowned at that idea. "The party's just starting,
Trish! Come on, Tommy's up for some fun, ain't ya, buddy?"

    "Fun? Yeah," Thomas grinned happily, nodding at Perry. "Let's have
fun! Can't go home yet!"

    "You've got what you came for," I said to Perry, trying to keep my
voice low and still be heard above the music. "I want to take him
home."

    "What's that?" Thomas smiled at me, his eyes glazed with alcohol.
"What did we come here for? You want to dance?"

    "No, Thomas," I forced myself to smile and I patted his chest. "I
just think we've had enough fun for one night. Perry's going to be
here all weekend, so..."

    "She's tryin' to whip you already, Tommy!" Perry laughed. "Not
even married yet and she's telling you what to do."

    "Perry!" I frowned at him.

    "No. Tricia is one in a million," Thomas leaned over, trying to
kiss me and I turned my face away from him so his wet lips caught my
cheek.

    "You can say that again!" Perry grinned at me and he was fondling
my panties under the table. I could see him doing it and I gave the
man an unhappy look.

    "I'm not whipped!" Thomas exclaimed loudly and I tried to shush
him uselessly. "I'm just getting married!"

    "Thomas!" I shook my head as he tried to stand up in the booth and
nearly knocked a half dozen glasses over while people looked at us.

    "I'm getting married!" Thomas announced to the club and then I
pulled him back down.

    "I guess he is a little drunk," Perry smiled at me. "Hey! Tommy!
How about we go somewhere else?"

    "Where's that?" Thomas asked, leaning across me and I sighed,
wondering how I was going to get my fiancé home with Perry being such
an asshole and egging him on.

    "The Old Mariner!" Perry grinned at his friend, combing his black
hair back from his forehead. "When's the last time you were in there,
eh?"

    "The Mariner?" Thomas blinked and then laughed loudly. "With you!"

    "Me?" Perry laughed too. "That was two years ago! We gotta go
back!"

    "Hell yeah!" Thomas agreed and then he looked at me. "But...oh..."

    "What?" Perry asked. "Tricia can come! She might even like it!"

    "Like what?" I asked suspiciously.

    "She ain't gonna like that," Thomas laughed and shook his head.
"No way."

    "Like what?" I demanded, feeling a little angry actually. "What
are you guys talking about?"

    "The Mariner Club," Perry told me. "Come on! You've never heard of
it? A girl like you, Trish?"

    "Tricia," I corrected him. "And no, I've never heard of it."

    "A girl like her!" Thomas rolled his eyes drunkenly and finished
what little was left of his drink.

    "It's a strip club," Perry grinned at me. "Down by the waterfront.
Come on! I think Friday is amateur night."

    "Excuse me?" I stared at the man.

    "Amateur night!" Thomas giggled like a drunken schoolgirl and it
was exceptionally annoying just then.

    "Take me home," I told Thomas. "Right now."

    "Oh!" he made a face at Perry like he was in big trouble now.

    "Trish...Tricia," Perry smiled apologetically. "I was just teasing
you. I'd never, ever think of bringing a lady like you to a place like
that. Don't be mad. Please?"

    "He was teasing," Thomas shrugged and he was trying to stop
laughing. "It's okay."

    "Take me home," I said. "Or I'm calling a taxi."

    "Uh..." Thomas blinked at that as some semblance of common sense
tried to make itself known. "I don't think I should drive, dear."

    "I'll drive," Perry decided and I was almost grateful to the man
for his small favor.

    It took a while to get out of the club, mostly because Perry had
to stop and say hello to every old friend and acquaintance he happened
to see. Thomas as well, for that matter, being drunk like he was and I
was pulling him gently, smiling and offering silent apologies to
people I hardly knew. The city wasn't overly large and so there was no
Social Page in the newspaper or anything, but the story would get
around nonetheless and his family would blame me probably.

    All the excitement seemed to wear Thomas down a little at least.
His batteries were running on empty and he was looking rather drowsy
by the time Perry helped Thomas into the backseat of the Lexus. I
wanted to get back there with him, but Perry closed the door and gave
me little choice but to sit in the front seat with him. I kept my legs
together with my hands in my lap, frowning as the slit in my dress
fell open the way it was intended. The dress exposed a lot of leg, a
lot of thigh like that, and I resented wearing it. I resented
everything about Perry just then and the evening that he'd engineered
and spoiled.

    "Here we go," Perry smiled once we were on the road and he
casually reached across with his right hand to touch my leg.

    "What are you doing?" I whispered, staring at his hand and knowing
my fiancé was sitting right behind us.

    "Move your hands out of the way," Perry whispered back and I shook
my head, afraid to look over my shoulder or even push Perry away.

    "How you doin' back there, Tommy?" Perry asked in a loud voice,
squeezing the inside of my left thigh gently and glancing into the
rearview mirror.

    "Mmmm...hmmm..." Thomas responded weakly and I did look then to see
him sitting directly behind me, leaning against the door with his eyes
closed.

    "See?" Perry grinned at me and he slid his hand higher, forcing me
to lift my own hands out of my lap.

    "Don't...Please..." I whispered, swallowing hard as I felt the man
forcing my legs apart. "Perry!"

    "Shhhh..." Perry licked his lips and smiled, bringing his fingers
into contact with my bare pussy. "You're wet."

    "I am not!" I gasped and my voice was ragged as I fought to
control my breathing.

    "Hot and wet," Perry whispered and I closed my eyes tightly as I
felt one of his fingers tickling my moist slit and then slipping
between the folds of my swollen labia.

    I was wet and I had no idea why. I didn't want to have anything to
do with the man. I certainly didn't want to risk getting caught by
Thomas like that! This was bad. This was exactly what I didn't want.
My fiancé was half-passed out in the backseat while his best friend
fingered me in the front seat. Why was I wet? My pussy was hot and it
thrummed, my clitoris aching as I suddenly became aware of it. Like a
paper cut that doesn't hurt until you see the blood, I'd had no idea
that I was excited until Perry discovered it.

    "I told you," Perry said softly. "Once a whore, always a whore.
But don't start the meter until we get to your place, alright?"

    "W-What?" I breathed, blinking rapidly and wringing my hands.

    His finger was inside me, only one, but it felt good. He was
playing with my pussy, teasing me with it and I felt my juices
beginning to flow. I always got wet fast when I was turned on and this
time was no exception. I hated Perry. I loathed the man for what he
was forcing me to do, but I couldn't deny how good it felt. His thumb
played across my clit, making me squirm and almost jump out of the
seat as I quickly became almost too sensitive for that rough
treatment.

    "You like it, huh?" Perry asked me, his voice slightly louder. Too
loud I thought and I stared at him, breathing hard through my nose
with my lips compressed tightly together.

    "No," I finally answered him in a voice even I could barely hear.
"I hate it. I hate you."

    "I don't think so," he chuckled and he pushed a second finger
inside me, fucking me with them while I sat there, lifting my hips
with my legs spread wider than they needed to be.

    I couldn't help it. It felt so good having the delicate walls of
my pussy stretched like that. I hadn't had sex, real sex, since I'd
left the university some six months before. I was tight inside and
unused to being penetrated that way. When I occasionally masturbated
during my bath, I liked to rub my clit and massage my vulva, but Perry
was inside me. He was finger fucking me harder, making soft sexy
noises as the wetness spilled out of me. I was getting soaked and
unbelievably, I was getting close to cumming.

    "If I make you cum, do I get a discount later?" Perry asked me in
an almost conversational tone and I was beyond caring.

    "Oh ohh uhhh mmmm...God..." I tried to keep my mouth closed and my
voice low, but it was so difficult.

    I was bouncing my butt off the seat, searching for more pressure.
Something longer and thicker. Something to really fuck me hard and
deep and I was so close. I was there. Perry thumbed my clit hard,
mashing it down while he held those two fingers in my cunt and I lost
it. I was cumming on the man's fingers. Perry. The guy I detested with
all my heart was bringing me off like I was a sixteen year old girl on
her first date. Fuck! I came so good! I pressed my thighs against his
hand and bit my bottom lip in my efforts to stay quiet.

    "Yeah, Priss...Like that...Little whore. Slut...Fuck my hand, baby,"
Perry was breathing hard and diving slowly, but I was barely aware of
him.

    My mind was feverish and my whole body burned. Butterflies teased
and tickled my tummy from the inside out, and the spasms of pleasure
reached deep into my empty cunt. That was a different sort of
frustration, like a hole begging to be filled and some part of me,
some small voice of reason was distinctly unhappy about it. I wasn't a
slut and I never had been. A whore, yeah, but never a slut. So why was
I acting this way? Why couldn't I control myself? My body had betrayed
me and Perry knew it. I felt like I was giving myself to him and that
was the worst. He wasn't taking me, not forcing me; I was letting him
have me.

    "Clean 'em up," Perry said after I'd caught my breath.

    He pulled his fingers out of my cunt, wet now with the pungent
stain of my orgasm. I didn't resist as he pushed them between my lips,
sliding his two fingers over my tongue and playing with my mouth. I
licked at them, tasting the once familiar tang of my oily cum, and I
swallowed it down obediently. He kept his fingers in my mouth for
several minutes, maybe five as the man drove around the block two and
then three times, cruising past my apartment just so he could enjoy my
wet mouth with his fingers.

    I was burning with humiliation by the time he'd had enough.

    "Tommy's going to have to buy a little air freshener, I think,"
Perry laughed as he parked the car the car.

    "Shoot," I said under my breath, knowing I'd made a very large wet
spot on the leather seat beneath me. It would be ripe with my musk, I
knew that, and I had no idea what to do about it. The silk of my dress
was stained as well and it had done little to absorb any of my juices.
Silk was lousy for that sort of thing and it was just another
annoyance in a night already too full of them.

    "Don't worry," Perry chuckled. "Thomas wouldn't know what pussy
smelled like if they sold it as aftershave."

    "What are you doing?" I looked at the man as he opened his door.

    "What's it look like?" Perry asked me. "I told you, I wanted a
couple hours tonight."

    "What?" I stared at him.

    "Don't worry," he winked at me beneath the interior lights of the
car. "I have money. I can pay."

    "Fuck you," I breathed, opening my own door.

    "Yeah," Perry laughed. "That's what you were asking for the other
night too."

    Of course we couldn't leave Thomas sleeping in the car and Perry
wouldn't take him home because that's where he was staying, with my
fiancé's parents. If Perry took Thomas home, he'd have to stay and
then he couldn't fuck me, or so he claimed. Part of me wondered if he
just didn't want to keep Thomas close to remind me of why I was going
along with any of this. As if I needed a reminder. Or probably, I
thought, Perry just liked fucking me behind Thomas' back, and with
friends like that...

    "Here we go, buddy," Perry helped Thomas onto my small sofa.

    "What's going on?" Thomas blinked and his voice was slurred.

    "Just gonna relax here for a bit," Perry said, arranging his
friends arms and legs, getting Thomas somewhat comfortable. "Your mom
sees you like this and she'll ground you for a week!"

    "Oh...kay..." Thomas laughed and he was tired. He gave me a weak
smile, started saying something about how sorry he was, and then
closed his eyes.

    "Lightweight," Perry shook his head. "When we were kids, Tommy
couldn't drink more than two beers without falling down."

    "You got him drunk on purpose," I frowned, stating the obvious.
"Why don't you just go in the kitchen and find a knife for his back?"

    "Shut-up, whore." Perry looked at me. "You were the one cumming
all over his front seat, remember? So don't get all high and mighty
with me. Come on..."

    "Ow...Hey! What are you..." I gasped as Perry grabbed my arm, jerking
me off balance towards the kitchen and I guess I'd given him an idea
or something. But I didn't know what it was.

    "Right here...On the fuckin' table, Priss..." Perry was pushing me
onto my back over my small kitchen table. It was round and not
extremely sturdy and I thought about fighting him, but what was the
point? I had no choice, remember?

    "No...let's go in the bedroom. Not here...Thomas might wake up and
find us," I said, and my concern was real.

    The man was sleeping just a dozen feet away, through the open
archway between the two rooms. He wouldn't even have to get up, just
open his eyes and lift his head and he'd see at least some of what we
were doing. I felt that rush again, that confusing sense of pleasure
at being caught and maybe I was starting to understand what was
turning me on. It wasn't Perry or what he was doing to me, it was the
idea of getting caught. The knowledge that someone could catch us.
Especially Thomas. God! What if he caught us? His best friend fucking
his fiancé less than a month before the wedding?

    It was making my nipples pop and I almost puked with a sudden rush
of guilt. It was sick. Wanting to get caught? No, that wasn't it. I
really didn't want to be found out by Thomas or anyone else, it was
just the possibility that put the fear into me. A good scare that got
my juices flowing. My heart was going faster, my lungs laboring to
move hot air in and out beneath my heaving breasts. My pussy was still
wet and now growing wetter. Perry was going to fuck me on my kitchen
table while my fiancé slept on my sofa.

    And I had no choice, I told myself, trying to wash my hands with
the knowledge that Perry was blackmailing me. I couldn't be guilty if
it wasn't up to me, could I? It was Perry's fault. I was innocent.
Didn't that make it alright to feel good about the sex? I mean, if I
couldn't stop it from happening, did I have to suffer physically as
well? I was rationalizing. I was selling myself a dream and buying it.
That's what I was really guilty of and I knew it, but I pushed it out
of my head. As soon as I did that, I wasn't the victim anymore. I was
Perry's accomplice and maybe that was his plan all along.

    "Yeah, get those legs up," Perry was telling me and he saw
something, a tub of margarine on my kitchen counter. "That's what we
need, Priss. Everything's better with Blue Bonnet on it!"

    "What?" I asked him as I lay on the table waiting. I was still
wearing my dress with my legs spread wide and my heels on the wood
like I was ready for a pelvic exam or something. It was a lewd pose
and my cunt was exposed completely and I felt degraded once more,
humiliated as I was so accepting of my fate.

    "Never heard that?" Perry laughed as he pulled the plastic lid off
and I could see his hard dick standing out from his trousers.

    "No," I said softly, blinking at the man as he shoved his cock
into the margarine, working it around while he walked the few feet
back to me.

    "I'm gonna fuck your ass tonight, Priss," he told me. "How much
for that? Same right? You charge by the hour not by the hole?"

    "I don't want your money," I said, trying to keep the quiver of
excitement out of my voice. "Just get it over with."

    "Well, I'm gonna pay," Perry told me pulling his cock out of my
butter and we both stared at it. "You wouldn't be much of a whore
otherwise, Priss. We have your reputation to think about."

    "Slow...Okay?" I stared at his face. "I haven't done this in
awhile."

    "I bet," Perry chuckled and he didn't even hold his cock. He
dropped his trousers and boxers completely and then grabbed my legs
beneath my knees, lifting them high. "Spread that beautiful ass of
yours, slut. Let me see your asshole."

    I closed my eyes at his words and by then I was completely
humiliated. I was pulling my firm cheeks apart for him, letting him
see my small pink sphincter as he rolled my ass off the table. Perry
held my legs together so that my pussy was just a swollen furrow above
my anus, puffy and dark with excitement, glistening with the wetness
drooling from my horny cunt. I wanted him there more than anything,
driving into my pussy, but I wasn't so far gone that I was begging him
for it. Not yet at least.

    Perry's cock was covered with pale yellow margarine, the oily
stuff clinging to him in uneven globs. He was strong enough, his rigid
prick hard as steel, that he didn't even have to hold it. He was long,
like eight inches and thick and glistening now as it stood
perpendicular to his hips and he just aimed his cockhead at my anus
and pushed into me slowly but surely.


    "Ohhh Ughhh!" I felt the discomfort that I'd long ago grown used
to but had somehow forgotten.

    My asshole was being split in two as Perry eased his cock into my
rectum. There was no sharp pain, nothing intense or unbearable about.
Just a dull throbbing, as if I could feel my heart beating in my ass.
It even felt good, I have to say. I didn't mind a good ass fucking by
a man who knew how to do it and Perry was taking me just the way I
liked. His cock was incredibly strong! Oh yeah. He held my legs high
while I held my ass open, and he was inside my soft rectum after just
a few seconds of pressure.

    "Oh Jesus! That's a sweet ass you have there," Perry told me, his
eyes shining with lust as I nodded, swallowing hard and willing myself
to take slow, easy breaths.

    "You like my ass?" I asked him and I was going to get off. If he
was going to fuck me anyway, then I was going to love it. "You like
fucking my asshole?"

    "Heh!" Perry grinned and then he pushed hard, that margarine
lubricating me well as his cock surged another few inches into my
hungry ass.

    "Oh! Fuck you..." I glared at him, feeling my tits aching like I was
going through puberty again. "I thought you were gonna fuck me!"

    "Bitch!" Perry groaned and then grunted loudly as he jammed
himself deeper with a hard thrust, his cock very nearly completely
inside, but not quite there yet. Christ! He had a big cock!

    "Oh yeah, there you go...Ummmm...More...I wanna feel your balls on my
ass!" I breathed. "Every inch, Perry...Get your money's worth."

    "You nasty whore," Perry almost growled as he wrapped his arms
around my thighs, hugging my legs to his body and then the man was
pulling me back as he pushed his hips forward.

    "Ahhh!" I screamed, forgetting everything else as Perry's prick
slammed balls deep into my well-stretched asshole.

    My whole body convulsed with the pleasure of it, the welcome
sensation of having my butt full of hard man cock. It had been so
long, too long. Six months of playing the virgin and I was sick of it.
This was what I needed, a man's cock in my body. I was cumming,
without warning or preparation, it just happened. My pussy shook with
raw pleasure, the wetness spilling out of my closed sex to run down to
my stretched anus. My orgasm washed around the shaft of Perry's cock
and formed a puddle at the small of my back.

    "Fuck you now, whore!" Perry told me. "I'm gonna fuck you now. Get
my moneys worth!"

    We were staring at each other, watching each other's eyes like it
was a contest while my body jerked and the table threatened to
collapse. I was damp with sweat and sticking to the cheap wood and
Perry was fucking his long cock in and out of me hard and fast. My
rectum clasped itself around him, my tender muscles trying to hold him
deep as they trembled with my orgasms. Multiple orgasms, one after
another, I was cumming and Perry was bringing me off again. His cock,
that big beautiful prick of his working my asshole over like we were
made for each other. It was the very best ass fuck of my life and I'd
done it plenty of times before, believe me.

    "I'm gonna cum in your ass, Priss!" Perry groaned at the last
possible second.

    "Yeah yeah yeah yeah..." I was nodding, shaking beneath the
intensity of our fuck. I couldn't say anything else. I couldn't do
anything but take his cock inside me.

    He slammed his prick deep one last time and I felt the powerful
explosion of his ejaculation distinctly. Perry's cock strained against
my tight flesh, throbbing rapidly as his semen filled my bowels. It
was hot and soothing, a welcome greasy sensation like the margarine
he'd used to cushion the pain of his penetration. But this was deeper,
a sperm enema soaking into the depths of my most private hole. It
seeped into every small nook and cranny, as if my body was a desert
soaking up the man's seed, drinking him eagerly.

    "You fucking whore," Perry said, all red and perspiring now,
breathing hard as he held his cock inside me.

    "Yeah," I nodded, feeling like I'd just fallen out of heaven. "I'm
a whore."

    He surprised me then. Maybe he surprised both of us when Perry
pushed my legs to the side, out of the way so he could bend over me.
He was kissing me hard and deep and I'd barely seen it coming, but I
didn't stop it. I opened my mouth like the whore I was, willing to do
anything for a little bit of money, and I sucked the man's tongue like
it was a soft pink cock. He kissed me for two, three...five minutes and
his prick never went soft.

    "Fuck you," I breathed, licking my lips and they felt bruised from
the urgency of our kiss.

    "You just did," Perry said and then he laughed breathlessly,
pulling his cock out of my ass so I could wash it clean with my
mouth.



To be continued...

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