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TEN DOLLAR INVESTMENT
BY Les Lea


The police had been unhelpful… in a helpful kinda way.
My motorcycle had been stolen sometime between eleven pm and eight am whilst I slept soundly in my motel bedroom. As they pointed out, that's nine hours, and whoever took it could be almost anywhere by now. I had to agree and though my feelings said somebody nearby had it there was no proof and I had no idea where to start looking. The cops suggested I went back home to New York and let the insurance deal with it.
I had been riding for three days on my way to meet up with my best friend, Dave, who had moved out to San Francisco. He'd invited me a couple of months earlier and told me that the first vacation I had to head west. That's what I was doing before some bastard made off with my new Kawasaki. It was a present for my eighteenth birthday two weeks earlier. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere.
I thought about going home but a call to my parents to tell them what had happened only served to send me on my way. Ma was complaining about Pa's drinking and my sister's new boyfriend. In fact she had very little good to say about anyone. I'm not sure her Valium intake had levelled her out yet, so, as they say, it seemed pointless going home. I still had my money and a change of clothes in a small backpack I always kept with me.
A change of clothes actually meant a t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs and the money I reckoned would get me to San Francisco but it was no fortune. I decided I'd try and hitch-hike that way saving myself some money, and I figured, that as I was already well into the journey it would be the cheapest and quickest way to get me to my destination and Dave. I also figured by the time my insurance paid out I'd probably be an old man or at least my vacation would be over. So, by early afternoon I was out on the road in my t-shirt and cut-offs. My jeans, leather jacket and shirt in my backpack and my thumb trying for all it was worth to attract a lift.
One or two cars stopped and I got short lifts to help me on my way. At one point I got a ride that lasted about a mile. The guy was feeling me up almost as soon as I got in. His great hands fumbling for my dick trying to get past my tight cut-offs and into my jockeys. He was really grotesque and I didn't like the smell of him. When I told him to quit it, as I wasn't interested he just pulled over and pushed me out and told me to, "fuck off… did I think lifts were free?"
The day was disappearing fast and clouds were proclaiming that rain was on the schedule. It was a long while before any other traffic came my way and by that time I was soaked to the skin. The few drivers who did pass by seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the rain themselves. No one bothered to even slow down and I was getting very cold. My t-shirt was almost transparent and my shorts clung to my sweaty jockeys, which now clung to my body like a second skin. I didn't like the idea of being stuck out in the open all night, so, when that large silver rig appeared in the distance I stuck out my ass as well as my thumb in the hope of getting a lift. As it approached it slowed down and after a few seconds, I presume the driver was appraising me, the door flew open and a voice told me to get in. I couldn't see the driver from the road but as I heaved myself up into the passenger's seat I was pleased to see what the owner of the voice looked like. He
 was big. I mean everything about him was BIG but in proportion. He wasn't fat, far from it; I couldn't see an ounce of fat on him. He just oozed muscle.
I said "Hi!" but he just looked me over for a couple of seconds and I think it was "Hi, I'm Tom" I heard growled back at me as he slammed the rig into gear and we drove off. The warmth of the cab soon brought my temperature up and steam rose from my clothes as I began to dry out. I relaxed a little and we talked. Well, actually I talked, he just sorta grunted a Yes or No or Maybe. He wasn't threatening but I suppose just not really interested in an eighteen-year-old's conversation. Anyway it gave me an excuse to look at him whilst I spoke and he was even better looking on closer inspection. He wore a pale yellow t-shirt that was stretched to its limits by the expanse of his chest. His pecs. and nipples making mountains in the thin material. A pair of dark, heavy-duty jeans gripped his legs and a thick leather belt topped them. I felt that was more for show than to hold his jeans up and big boots banged on the pedals as he shifted gear.
His face? Well, I reckon he could have been in his thirties, perhaps even late thirties I've no real idea. He had short-cropped hair, a moustache (other than that he was clean-shaven), and very clear eyes I think were grey. He looked one serious dude, as my attempts at humour didn't get much of a reaction. The heat in the cabin had made me drowsy and without a two-way conversation I eventually dozed off. The next thing I knew we were pulling up at a diner where a few other trucks and cars had stopped. I apologised for dropping off but he didn't seem to mind. He told me this was where he rested up for the night and if I was hungry, I could join him for something to eat. I was ravenous so I jumped at the chance.
I went to the washroom first to clean up and whilst there began to wonder where I was going to spend the night. I wondered if I was expected to find a place for myself, or if I could share Tom's bed in his cab. It hadn't been suggested or even vaguely hinted at… so maybe I should just find a room for myself somewhere. The washroom was fairly busy and as I washed my hands I could feel several people touching me, as they brushed past. I suppose my cut-offs were giving quite a good view of my ass as I bent over the sink. I began to feel that maybe finding a place for the night might not be too difficult after all. But at what price?
I'm not stupid and already knew I was gay, which was the reason for this trip in the first place, to meet up with my best friend Dave. We'd fooled around at college and I was really into him in a big way but he moved out west before we got down to anything heavy. We had just jacked each other off but never any real sex. I was a bit worried because I didn't know what to do. Well I knew what to do but I wasn't sure how to do it with another guy. What was expected of me? Who makes the first move? I thought I was smart enough to be able to sort those things out if and when the need arose.
I got to the table where Tom said he had already ordered a ten-dollar steak for me, as it was the best thing on the menu, but that if I wanted something else, he could manage two. I thanked him and said it sounded fine. He was a little more talkative now I suppose he didn't have to worry about the road, rain and other drivers. As I finished my meal he asked me where I was staying the night. I said I didn't know but expected I'd find a place. He said he'd just booked a room and there were two beds in it if I wanted one for the night. The thought of spending a night next to, or just in the same room, as this hunk made me jump at the offer. He generously paid the bill and gave me the keys to the room. He told me there was a shower if I needed it and that he'd be along shortly as he had some business to sort out first

The room was actually a little cabin set slightly away from the others and was cleaner than what I'd expected. I switched on the TV but there was something wrong with the hold and the picture just rolled around the screen. I laid out on one of the beds and wondered if Tom was expecting anything from me. He'd said nothing that made me think he would but I guess, in my mind, I thought some kind payment would be expected. In all honesty I thought I'd enjoy whatever he asked for.
I went to shower and let the hot water drive away any doubts. I spent a few minutes under the soothing jets, still wearing my jockeys. I like showering with my pants on, and I like it when the cotton clings to my ass and tackle. It's also a horny way of washing them. I'd been lost under the warm jets when Tom came up behind me. I hadn't heard him come in so it was something of a surprise but I pretended I had no idea he was there. I sensed he was watching me and I must admit I quite liked the notion so I put on a little show. Slowly lathering my back with soap and generally acting as if I was on my own. I turned to face him and pretended it was a shock to see him there. I need not have pretended… he was buck-naked. His whole body seemed to fill the shower room and my eyes couldn't help but be filled with the spectacular dick hanging thick between his muscular thighs.
He moved in to join me under the warm spray. His sheer bulk had me backing against a wall as he moved against me. Without a word he put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I was level with his immense, and now, very excited cock. It pointed at my mouth and, holding my head, he guided it to my lips. I was about to tell him I couldn't possibly hope to handle it all but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak he pushed the tip in. His grip tightened on the sides of my head and I pulled back only for my head to bang against the wall. There was no escape. He moved his weight to his hips and leaned into me. My mouth wouldn't widen any further and panic set in as he kept pressing his massive tool into my throat. I was gagging but he just kept on pushing. There was very little room for manoeuvre but he let me move my head slightly and the pain in my constricted throat eased slightly. My jaw was locked, I couldn't even bite the bastard, every
 sinew and muscle was stretched and tensed.
Slowly he began to withdraw it. I thought he must have seen the look of panic in my eyes but no, he just pulled it out a few inches then slammed it back in, ripping into the taut membranes at the back of my throat. He used his hands to rock my head backwards and forwards, faster and faster. The noise of my blood rushing about inside my head, the sound of the shower thunderously splashing down on me together with the grunts of satisfaction coming from Tom nearly made me pass out. I got my breathing under some kind of control when his pace grew faster and a few frenzied moments later he lunged his hips into my face. I was locked into position. I couldn't move as his thick pubic bush ground into my face and his huge balls bounced against my mouth and nose. I could feel by the pulsing of his dick in my throat his cum being thrown up from the root of his cock, along its length and being discharged straight into my stomach.
He held me there for a couple of minutes making sure the last drops had been pumped from his dick and until some hardness had disappeared, then he slowly withdrew. I felt wrecked but quickly got up and pushed past him into the bedroom. Gulping for air I threw open the window and tried to take deep breaths but my throat was very sore and it felt like he was still embedded there. I was angry at what had taken place. No thought for me, he had just used me for his own needs no matter how much it had hurt or how much discomfort I was in. I don't know why but I felt betrayed. Silly really as I knew that payment of some kind was expected and liked the idea of getting it on with this fucking brute, yet when it came to it I thought, some how, it would be more… loving!
I went to the mirror to see what damage had been done but I couldn't see anything particular, my throat and head just ached. I pulled off my wet briefs, dried myself off and rooted in my backpack for some clean pants. I put them on, and they felt soft and comfortable around me, and I began to think to myself I was lucky Tom hadn't decided to use his cock on my ass. The thought of being fucked by that monster, especially as I was a virgin in that area, made me count my blessings.
I was stood at the mirror towel drying my hair when he came up behind me. He had a small towel almost wrapped around his waist. I say almost because it hardly met in the centre and between the join jutted his raging cock. I could see him eyeing me up and down by his reflection in the mirror. He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off. I was in no mood for any more sex, he'd had what he was going to get. He tried again and again I shrugged him off trying to tell him to fuck off but my throat was so sore no words came out just a series of rasps and grunts. I turned to face him to mouth the words and saw a blaze of anger in his eyes. I was about to make a run for it (I didn't know where but definitely away from him) when he grabbed my arm and pulled me over a little dressing table that was in front of the mirror and began to slap my butt for all he was worth. God it stung but my throat wouldn't let cries of pain pour out… just more
 noiseless grunts. He laid into me with a vengeance calling me all the names under the sun.
He said he'd seen me watching and flirting with him and he wasn't going to take a brush off now.
He wasn't gonna take shit from a little cock teaser. 
He wasn't gonna be fucked around by some spoilt brat and that I was his for the night so I better get used to the idea because he was gonna fuck me raw. 
As far as he was concerned I was there to take his cum, which he had a load of and I was gonna get.

I was scared and hurting real bad and again tried to twist away and get out of the room… but as I fled a hand grabbed the waistband of my pants. I felt a painful jolt as the material suddenly tightened around my bollocks and I was dragged back. My clean white briefs were ripped off in one motion and I was thrown face first back over the little dressing table with my naked and flaming red arse in the air. He stepped between my two flailing legs, my mouth offered nothing but noiseless pleading, and my mind reeled in terror as my cheeks were parted and I felt the first stab of his monstrous cock.
My ass must still have been a little moist from the shower because, to my horror, that first stab forced its way past my sphincter. As he withdrew slightly I tightened all my muscles up in tense anticipation. With his second thrust his dick seemed to tear into me. It was nothing I'd ever imagined and hurt like fuck. I was bucking around desperately trying to throw him off and trying to get away… but the size of him just held me pinned down. I don't know how I managed to take him as I screamed, flailed about and cried but he wasn't going to be put off as he crammed the whole of his raging cock into my burning hole.
He was saying something about; his big dick up my tight chute. All the time he was describing how well it fitted and how much he was gonna enjoy; fucking the ass off this little shit bag. How often he was; gonna unload up my tight cunt. and how much time he could spend just moving his long, fat cock in and out of my bung-hole. He even taunted how I was gonna enjoy it and be beggin' for more.
I wasn't being very tough and I was bawling my eyes out. Good-looking guy he may be but he was crucifying me. My now not very virgin hole stung like hell. I don't know what I thought the first time would feel like but in my mind it could never have been as awful and as frightening as this. The truth was completely different. I could not shout the place down. My attempts to get away had made him get more excited and aggressive as his thrusting and language got nastier. I didn't expect to lose my virginity bent uncomfortably over a table being fucked senseless by some uncaring bastard. I hurt. My ass cheeks were sore from the beating and occasionally he would slap me again as he pulled out and slammed back in. When he could feel no resistance in me he slowed his fucking down. Withdrawing it a long way before slowly pushing it all the way back into my guts. I was gripping the sides of the table with each long thrust as his cock stretched and scraped at
 my insides. Beads of sweat dripped onto my back as his big balls swung loose in their sack banging my balls, which were squashed between him, the table and me. My insides must have been turned to paste by his constant battering and as he toyed with me his hands reached for my hips and his bucking speeded up.
I was sobbing, my ass was on fire, I just hoped he'd cum soon and I could get some rest. I felt drained mentally but physically I was filled up. He used my hips for leverage and pulled me backwards and forwards in time to his movements. He got faster and faster and in a flurry of curses I could feel him pumping another load deep into my body. After he'd pulled himself from me it took a couple of minutes before I could find the strength to move a muscle. Eventually I managed to stagger over to the bed. I fell face down but in my head thought to turn over and sleep on my back, I didn't want to be visited in the night.
My ass felt as if he was still stuck up it. I touched the injured area. The nerves around my hole had been fucked to ribbons and I could hardly feel my fingers exploring what had been my most sensitive area. My stomach was feeling like it had been pumped full of air. I farted and filled my probing fingers with a sort of bloody, cummy jelly (anal mucus?). I didn't know what it was but assumed that my bodily functions had produced that to stop me from being ripped to shred by his action mad cock. I wiped the gunky mess on my torn pants that had been thrown onto the bed in the initial onslaught and then decided to pull them on across my aching butt. Stained and dirty, they clung to me, giving me protection. I needed it now. My body ached. It was painful even trying to climb between the welcoming sheets. I had to give up and just lay back and closed my eyes… glad that at last he'd finished using me as a place to store his cum.
My eyes had only been closed for what seemed moments when I felt him climb onto the bed. I opened them immediately to be confronted by an angry and rampant looking cock pointing at me. Through gritted teeth Tom hissed that he hadn't finished with me yet. I shook my head and croaked a "go away" and tried to move towards the bathroom. In doing so I noticed the time on the TV clock. Christ, he had been fucking me for over an hour and here he was again hard and demanding. I knew I couldn't handle another session. I hadn't been able to handle the last one. He grabbed my legs, told me I wasn't going anywhere and that my education wasn't complete. He dragged me down the bed by my feet and, once again, ripped off my torn and grubby pants, then parted my legs and put them on either side of his broad shoulders. He was on his knees but still towered above me. Looking down he said that this was his favourite bit, watching someone's eyes as they were
 being taken. Through what little voice I had regained I was whimpering and begging him not to. He was smiling as the tip of his stiff cock found its way easily to my numbed arsehole.
He spent a couple of minutes just teasing his tool around the entrance to what I now suspected must look like a bottomless crevasse. If I tried to close my eyes, hoping to block out some of the fear, he'd smack my ass and tell me to keep looking as he moved his blood engorged dick a little bit in… then a little bit out. Then he grabbed my nipples and began squeezing them and the fleshy surround. As I screamed out at this new agony he leaned even further forward and his entire massive dick disappeared back up my hole where it had been just a few minutes earlier. My tits were being savaged, my ass was being fucked by something God had made as a joke, and my cock was getting hard. He grabbed it and began jacking me off. His big hand easily covered my entire dick. I was almost on the point of cumming when he threw my legs over my head so my hardness was pointing at my face. He repositioned himself and, straddling me, and to a background of joyous sounds
 and vicious cussing, long dicked my exposed hole. He seemed to love feeling it sink into me. He squeezed my balls and I came spurting my milky fluid into my own mouth and eyes. It was fairly involuntary as I wasn't enjoying what was being done but this made Tom all the more aroused and aggressive. He'd pull me up and push me down. Pull my legs apart, bend them, straighten them and all the while he'd be grinding his fat cock deep into me. Held in this cramped position my back felt like it was breaking. My hips ached, my legs were like lead and my hole was being pummelled into oblivion. I had no strength left in me at all. My body was just like a doll's in his hands as he used every part of it to give himself pleasure. He bounced me all over the bed with his continued battering at my rear door. He hardly stopped when he banged me out of the bed and onto the floor, just manoeuvring me into a corner and what seemed an attempt to force his balls up
 inside me as well. He seemed to enjoy this position as he suddenly started whamming it ferociously into me.
My stomach ached from the inside and after a few minutes of his speeded up fucks he let out a growl as he emptied anything that was left in him, into me. He picked me up, still with his cock buried deep inside my ass and carried me to the bed. As he lay me on it he pulled his still semi-hard dick from me… and again I wondered how all that had fitted up my tight little hole. He must have thought my puzzlement was interest.
"I told you kid you'd be wanting more. Now you should be of some use to everybody." I didn't know what he meant by that and the last thing I wanted was more. As he was heading towards his own bed, I was just relieved he'd finished. I grabbed my ripped pants and pulled them back over my sore ass, then looked at the clock on the TV again. Since I'd been in that room this guy had spent over three hours ravaging every bit of my body. I felt as weak as a kitten and as the room was plunged into darkness when he switched out the light, I slowly drifted away into the land of sleep.
My dreams were of big men using and abusing my body and as I tried to fight them off, more heavily hung guys kept appearing all wanting their turn. I came out of this fitful sleep face down. There were hands on my shoulders and fingers pulling away at my torn pants that I'd hoped might protect me... then a cock just entering my bunghole. I tried to say "Please no." but the no got lost in the pillows and the dick slid easily up into me. I clutched the bedsheets as this time he seemed in a hurry thrusting quickly and urgently. I wasn't quite awake and it seemed his grunting as he fucked had changed pitch. Thankfully he came quickly and laid on top of me a couple of minutes breathing heavily before he got off. As fatigue and sleep enveloped me I vaguely heard him say I had a really fuckable arse and well worth the wait. The pants were pulled back over my thighs but they seemed so torn now that I felt them just hang in shreds around my aching ass.
I'd hardly had chance to drop off when the bed moved as I was joined once again. I couldn't believe that Tom had a never-ending supply of spunk and the ability and stamina to keep going the way he was. But, as I thought this, his dick was tunnelling its way past the torn material into my innards. I thought he must have been using some restraint, as it didn't feel to fill me as he had done before. A scratchy beard was rubbing against my neck. My hands were pinned in front of me; the smell of beer and stale smoke filled my nostrils. I thought my back would break from the weight on it but after a short, frenzied session I heard him heading towards orgasm. He kept repeating "Take it baby. Take it all" and with a cry of relief he jerked heavily and emptied himself into me. He rolled off and I heard him zip himself up and leave. It was pitch black but I reckoned Tom had had his fun and was setting off on his run early and, thankfully, I wasn't part
 of his plans. I wasn't bothered, I was too shattered to care and at least I could sleep in peace for the rest of what was left of the night.
Later, a pair of hands lifting my hips in the air roused me from deep sleep. Some bedding or something was pushed under me and I was let down with my ass once again stuck up in the air. I knew there was no sense in complaining and I knew better than to try and buck him off. The last remaining shreds of my pants were torn away and my legs spread wide. My hips were grabbed on either side and I was pulled swiftly back onto that ever monster dick. I was still very sleepy and the speed of this new onslaught took me by surprise. After a few thrusts his hand grabbed my hair and I was viciously pulled upright. Fingers went to my tits and teeth sank into my shoulder. The smell of alcohol assaulted my nose. I thought he must have gone for a drink after all but it seemed to have made him more aggressive as he pumped harder and harder into me. After a few minutes he threw me back down and pulled out his cock. I felt cum splatter against my back, and then another
 batch splashed against my arse, then another at the top of my legs.
I heard him say "Good arse, good load but next time I want it tighter." I thought Tom must have been talking out loud but he sounded different. The cabin door closed again and I couldn't make out where Tom kept disappearing. With a great deal of effort I managed to turn over determined to speak to him when he returned and beg him to stop. A few minutes later the door opened and I could just make out two figures stood in the opening.
I managed to call a gruff "Who's there?" The light went on and I had to shade my eyes from the sudden glare. "I guess this is ours Deke" and a response of "Cool" was all I heard before my eyes got used to the light. I looked up and saw two bear like guys, hairy and big wearing checked shirts and denim jeans, that couldn't really hold all the excess fat advancing towards me.
I tried to get up. "No need to move, you'll do real fine as you are." I croaked out a "Fuck off" and as one drew near me I summoned all my strength and swung a leg out at him. I must admit it didn't have much force but I connected with his crotch. "You little cunt" he growled and pushed me back down onto the bed and sat on me. He told Deke to go and fetch some rope; he was "gonna truss this little pig up." My feeble attempt at attacking him had only made him angry. I couldn't move and trying to speak with all his weight on top of me was almost impossible. I just didn't know what was going on but I knew I was scared so I began to beg him not to hurt me. My struggling had stopped by the time Deke had arrived back. "I think we ain't gonna get anymore trouble from this piece of ass." I felt he was right, I had no strength left at all and nodded an agreement.
"Will you still need the rope Lol?" queried Deke
"Maybe" Lol held the rope threateningly in front of my eyes so knew any attempt to stop them doing whatever they were going to do would soon see me trussed up. "Listen you little fucker, me and my partner here paid twenty bucks each…. We don't aim to be short changed." It took a couple of seconds for this information to sink into my brain. Tom's selling my ass to everybody. God knows…. My thoughts were interrupted as Lol dragged me by the hair across the bed. I was on my back with my head hung over the side. Deke dropped his pants and a mound of flabby flesh with a short stiff dick blocked my view as he ambled forwards. He was quite proud of his manhood and ordered me to open my mouth to receive his 'raging hard-on'. If the overall sight hadn't been too grotesque I might have smiled but as he approached, the smell of the man, and his frightening bulk, scared me into putting my hands up to ward him off and gritting my teeth in
 defiance.
Lol soon remedied that by grabbing my balls and twisting hard. I cried out in pain and as soon as my mouth was open, Deke filled the gap. God knows what he'd been doing with his dick but it tasted disgusting. I was retching but he just kept prodding around not quite reaching the back of my throat. I couldn't see anything with this big hulk filling my vision but pretty soon my legs were being raised and I suppose Lol was taking aim. I felt a sudden rush as he must have stumbled forward, his cock was up me in a millisecond and I soon felt his pubic bush and big balls slam against my battered arse.
Deke was encouraging Lol to "Ram the fucker's ass". Lol was giving directions on where Deke's dick should be as regards my stomach. Actually he was tickling the inside of my mouth but Lol's cock seemed in proportion to his girth. His maniacal whoops and cries as he punched away at my hole were interspersed by what I think must have been them kissing each other as they fucked either end of me. My mouth was soon filled up with Deke's pungent cum as he slobbered over Lol. Lol whipped his huge cock out of my ass, pulled me round and shoved his encrusted organ into my mouth.
His size stretched my throat as he fucked wildly saying he was gonna mix their loads together. This kind of dirty talk got Deke excited again as I felt him prodding around my asshole. To the accompaniment of their mutual encouragement they both came after a couple more minutes. By now I wasn't really part of what was going on. They pulled out of me, kissed and hugged each other, and then Lol wanked his dick into another hard-on and entered Deke from behind, all the time calling each other "baby" and "honey". As these two whales bounced against each other to another climax, I don't know why, it just looked so ridiculous to me and I started to laugh. I saw them shoot arrows of hate when they saw me and I immediately realised my mistake.
"You think it's funny cunt? Uh? Well I'll show you what's funny." They both came towards me. Lol grabbed my hands and tied them to the bedhead, then he pulled my legs over my head and tied them apart to the bedposts so that I was once again looking at my cock. I began to plead with them and say I was sorry but they just gagged me with my gunky, ripped pants. They produced a bottle of Coke from somewhere, opened it and each took a swig from it then forced the neck and main part of the bottle up my unprotected arse. I could feel the contents spilling into me but my sphincter muscles were fucked to shreds and I couldn't force the strange object out. As they left they both laughed and swore at the "stupid looking shit with a bottle up his ass." The ugly bastards left me unable to call for help, the ropes holding me totally immobile in this stretched and uncomfortable position.
About an hour passed before I heard the door open again. Tom stood there laughing. I tried to wriggle and loosen the ropes but they cut tight into my flesh. The gag made it impossible to make anything but a frantic gurgling sound. He was laughing as he walked over to the bed.
"Well now fuck bag what have you been up to?" More incomprehensible sounds from me that I hoped indicated I wanted untying. "You ought to be nicer to folk." He went on, "You've been good for me. I've just earned a hundred bucks thanks to your little shitter." I was horrified as what he'd done began to sink in. He'd broken me in so that his customers could do what they wanted without any real kind of fight from me. I was too fucked and tired to really know what was going on but he came closer and waved the hundred bucks. "That was the best $10 investment I've ever made and it will probably be the most expensive steak you'll ever have." He put his hand on my ass and gently rocked the bottle in and out. I could feel my innards squishing around and my hole made wet slurping noises under his ministrations. "I did enjoy your ass… so did the others." Then looking at me between my spread legs, "the offer is inviting but I've
 an early start. Someone will be in to clean the room eventually; I'll give them the pleasure of releasing you."
I heard the rig start up and drive off. I was sobbing to myself for getting into this stupid predicament. Twenty-four hours ago my ass was virginal now it was full of Coke, cum and God knows who had been up there.
Four hours later I was still sobbing when the maid came in… and ran out screaming.




      

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http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-mm (adult pairings only)
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