Chapter 6

Olivia had been right in her prediction.  She woke the next morning with tremendous soreness in her crotch.  It wasn't just from her skin being rubbed raw, which it was, but also from soreness in muscles she didn't even know she had.  It had been a very busy day for the newly anointed Queen of the Sluts, the title lacked originality but she'd come up with it on her own, even if it had been from a dream.

It took everything in her power to avoid letting on to her mother that she was sore down there.  She felt like she was walking bow-legged around the house, like she'd been riding a horse all the previous day.  I was "riding" all right, but not horses, although Charles and Sam felt like they were packing something that size.  Man they have huge cocks! Olivia thought as she ambled back down to her room following breakfast.  Her mom Lauren was interested in going out shopping today and Olivia was doing her best to get out of it.  The last thing she wanted to do was walk a mile at the mall with her sore pussy.  Every step she took around the house was irritating and the thought of spending the morning walking all over hell's half-acre with her mom was disturbing to say the least.  

Closing her bedroom door, Olivia peaked down into her pajama bottoms, her pussy looked red and angry, and... bald.  Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about getting shaved last night!  It looks cute like that, she thought as she ran her fingers over the smooth skin.  With her natural blonde pubic hair, she never really looked like she had much to start with, now her pussy looked as bald as the day she was born. 

Sex had been on her mind constantly ever since she woke up from her coma, and today was no exception, but not for good reasons.  With her crotch screaming at her constantly, there wouldn't be a minute of the day today that wouldn't remind her of her sexual precociousness.  Not that she regretted anything she'd done yesterday, in fact it had been a helluva day.  She and Stacy had spent a huge chunk of her cash and had some amazing new clothes to show for it.  She notched a whole bunch of new guys to put on her "Cock List".  Which reminds me, I need to update that before I forget who I fucked!  I didn't get names last night, but I can describe them.  Hell, I have video of some of them!  I can start a multimedia collection of guys I fuck!  I better get started soon before I forget, I got number thirty pegged in..., how many days has it been, three? No four days, she calculated.  

Sitting down on her bed, Olivia made a mental list of what she needed to do today besides updating her sex log: take her birth control pill, get rid of the shopping bags and get the new clothes hidden in her drawer; check out the pictures and the video from last night, and most importantly, do something NOT related to sex, at least until my body recovers.  Hmm, I wonder when that'll be?  I wonder if I'll be ready for more tonight?  I fucked Carl and his buddy Rick the day after the motel, and that was fifteen guys.  How many was last night?  She thought back and counted the number in her head.  A frown showed her displeasure, only twelve guys?  And my pussy is this sore?  What's wrong with me, I did fifteen two days ago and that was nothing compared to this!  Fuck, time to suck it up you wimp.  You aren't going to break any of those records you were bragging about yesterday if you can't even handle twelve guys in a day!

Olivia thought back to her discussion with Carl in bed, she was in the throes of passion, but she recalled vividly that she'd said she wanted to break two thousand different cocks, the record she held in her dream.  Among other things she claimed she wanted to do then too.  Aww fuck, I said I wanted to fuck animals didn't I?  Shit, I'll say (and do) anything when I'm horny.  It was funny how a sore pussy took the horny right out of her, her boobs were sore too she realized as she sat there.  Feeling her tits, Olivia realized that in addition to being sore, they felt a little swollen today too.  Either I'm pregnant or the birth control pills are finally starting to work their magic.  

Lifting up her shirt, Olivia looked in the mirror and noticed her boobs definitely looked fuller today.  Grabbing one in each hand confirmed it, they did feel a little bigger.  Fuck I hope it's the pills and not because I'm pregnant.  But I'm on the pill, I can't get pregnant!  I'll have to have Carl pick me up another pregnancy test thing.

Pulling her pajama top back down, Olivia pulled out her bottom dresser drawer and retrieved her birth control pill, and swallowed one down dry.  It wasn't very likely that she was pregnant, even if she was, fucking more guys wasn't going to make her "more" pregnant.  No reason to stop now, that is until my pussy heals up, she thought as she grabbed her phone and sat down on her bed.  Thinking about sex again made her curious about what she'd captured on her phone last night.

Opening up her photo-book, Olivia thumbed through the pictures Carl had taken of her face covered in cum.  Olivia's jaw dropped at the sight, she looked like a porn star with all the white goopy cum plastered all over her face, and that was only from two guys! Man I wonder what I looked like after the other six guys got done with me?  Olivia felt something brewing deep down inside her, and she knew what it was.  Damn it, I was actually feeling normal for a moment, not feeling like being a total slut, now I look at one picture of myself covered in jizz and I want to get fucked again!  I love being a total slut, but it would be nice if my body would cooperate and give me just a few hours to be normal, especially around my mom!

Olivia curled up with her knees up to her chest and flipped through the last of the photos Carl had taken, until she got to the video.  The sound poured out right away and Olivia dove onto her phone as she hit the button to turn the sound down.  There were guys voices hooting and hollering offering up some pretty obscene things, all the while her own voice could be heard telling Charles something about "stop talking and stick it in me!" or something like that.  Olivia actually blushed at the thought of her mother hearing such an outburst.  Grabbing her headphones off of her desk, Olivia plugged them in and watched and listened to her getting gang fucked by eight guys.  Well that wasn't exactly accurate, pussy-fucked by two, mouth-fucked by six was more accurate.

It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen or heard.  Being there was outstanding because she got to feel everything, but after the first facial, everything was black because of the semen in her eyes.  With the video, she got to see everything that happened to her, and it was the most spectacular thing ever.  Last night she could only imagine what it looked like to have six cocks jockeying for position to get in her mouth, now she could see it in high definition!  It was awesome seeing the looks on their faces as they bumped and pushed each other, all trying to be the lucky one to get to mouth-fuck her.  And seeing Charles for the first time with his black baseball bat of a cock left her breathless.  Watching the look on both his and her faces as he slammed that big thing into her pussy was indescribable.  Now she had the visual to go along with what she had felt when he bashed his gigantic cock inside.  He easily looked two or three times her size and besides making her feel really horny once again, made her proud of what she'd accomplished in such a short period of time.  

She was two months shy of becoming a full-fledged teenager, and she was taking on guys who'd likely scare the shit out of a seasoned woman.  Yeah it took some getting used to, not that he really gave her any time to get used to it, but she'd not only taken it, but cum on his ebony phallus too.

Olivia finished watching the video with her hand down her pajama bottoms.  As sore as she was, there was no way she was going to get through watching a show like that without a little personal attention to her slit.  Thankfully her clit was untouched by yesterdays overindulgence as she strummed away at the swelling bundle of nerve endings.  It was funny that something so small could deliver such powerful sensations.

It was a small cum, but a much needed one after watching something that sexy and erotic.  Stacy is going to have to check this out, man that was amazing!  What about Stacy?  Olivia looked over at the clock, it was eleven in the morning, surely she would be up by now, even as late as she liked to sleep in.  I know she said she was going to call me, I wonder if she really is pissed at me?

Olivia picked up her phone and noticed she had several texts waiting, she read them off one by one: Amanda said "hi" and wanted to know when they could get together again for a swim, Emily said pretty much the same thing, and Justin..., OH MY GOD!  Justin had texted her!  "Hi Olivia, sorry about the other day, my fiancé is the jealous type.  I lied and said you worked for my boss and you were checking on a shipment of fasteners for a construction job.  I'll let you know when I'm in town next.  Sorry!  Justin."

That lifted her spirits and completely made her forget about her ailing body.  That's so cool, Justin wants to see me again!  Looking down at her phone, Carl had texted to ask how I was feeling today, and that was the end of the new texts.  Sadly, Stacy hadn't called or texted.  Olivia was bummed, she couldn't stand not knowing what was going on and called her best friend.

It rang and rang and finally went through to voice mail.  "Hi Stace, it's me, call me when you get time.  Luv ya."

It was depressing not knowing if your best friend was mad at you or not Olivia realized as she puttered around looking for something to do, and trying her best to keep the issue with her best friend off her mind.  Going to her closet, Olivia started unwrapping her new clothes, careful to only pull out one article at a time, and stash them away under her existing and (unsexy) clothes in her drawers.  There was such a wide assortment of stuff, sexy underwear and bras for every occasion, various shorts and skirts that ranged from very pretty and sophisticated, to everyday fun, to downright slutty.  The same went for the tops, mostly they were just very nice for her to wear out for just about any reason or need, and then there were the ones she could wear to emphasize her need for sex.  Those were buried way down at the bottom of her drawer.  They ranged from some see-through numbers to some tight tube-tops to some low-cut show off your cleavage type ones.  Everything she could want or need to wear for just about every occasion.

It was fun going through all of her new stuff, it brought back the memories of how much fun they'd had yesterday... before everything went crazy.  Carl's words kept echoing in her head, "I'm positive your friend wasn't a virgin."  Why would she hold out on something like that?  It might explain why she kept flip-flopping on me wanting to have sex.  One minute she was like "wait, make the right decision", and the next minute "maybe I should join you and have sex too!"  What was all that about?  I thought I knew everything about the girl.  Who could she be having sex with?  She's never mentioned any boys she sees outside of school.  There are some older boys in her neighborhood, maybe it's one of them?

Speaking of older boys, Olivia was staring at her stash of phone numbers she'd tucked away in her closet.  They were numbers from the guys she'd fucked so far, guys who wanted a repeat performance.  Those might be important to have.  Grabbing her phone, Olivia started entering the numbers into her phone with whatever information she could put down about them.  Justin was easy, she already had him in there, Ed was weird but had lots of cash, and he seemed harmless otherwise.  Ok, I'll add him too.  Bobby was sweet, of course I'll add him.  On she went adding the other near-dozen names and numbers before crumpling them up and putting them in the bottom of one of the shopping bags destined for the garbage can.  They were some guys she'd added that she could barely remember, but they all had one thing in common, they had money and they wanted to fuck her pussy, a very lucrative combination.

Not that it was all about the money, or just about the sex either, but if they were willing to pay her for what she enjoyed so much, why not combine the two things together!  Out of respect for her "clients" as she now thought of them, Olivia texted each one thanking them for their time and their generosity, and wanted to let them know that she was available for whenever their schedules allowed.

Satisfied she'd started to establish herself, Olivia went over to her computer and thought she could possibly drum up some interest with the guys who'd wanted to be her first.  It was risky of course, as all things are.  She'd met the guys from the motel and talked with them in person before she'd done anything with them.  She chose which ones she would be willing to have sex with and those who she walked away from.  Her gut instinct told her who to avoid.  These internet guys, well one in particular, hadn't worked out all that well.

Olivia went to her "Definitely List" first, these were her finalists from her virginity offer.  They were the cream of the crop out of the hundreds of replies.  She sent them each a note saying that her first choice didn't exactly work out they way she'd wanted, and although she wasn't a virgin any longer, she was willing to give another one of them a shot at being with her.  The same deal went, they would have to pay for the room and a date of her choosing.  As she was about to send the note, inspiration struck her and she grabbed her camera (since her phone didn't have a timer option), and set it up on her desk.  Rushing over to her closet, Olivia dug out the white spandex skirt and the matching tube top and quickly changed into it.  Setting the timer on her camera, Olivia struck a sexy pose and waiting for the flash.  The top clearly showed her nipples and the skirt just barely covered up her bald pussy.  Hiking the skirt up just a smidge, Olivia reset the timer and waited for the second flash.  

A knock on her door startled the hell out of her.  "Whatcha doing in there honey?  Taking pictures?"  

Oh Shit!  Olivia leaped over to her bed and quickly threw her bathrobe on just as he mother opened the door.  "Hi mom, yeah, I was just taking a picture of myself looking my morning best!  Ha, ha, you know, one to scare the kiddies with," she replied as she finishing tying the belt.

"Oh stop it, you know you look beautiful, even with your hair all crazy like that," her mother replied smiling.

"My hair looks crazy?" Olivia asked giving her mother a quizzical look. 

"Yeah, look at the picture, your hair is all over the place.  What did you do, have another late night shower again and then go to bed with your hair wet?" her mother said with a laugh.

"Actually I did mom, I haven't even looked in the mirror yet today."

"Well, go look at the picture on your camera, see what I mean.  You might be right about the "scaring the kiddies" thing, ha ha."

"Sure thing mom.  Uhh, did you want something?" Olivia asked standing there holding her robe tightly to her chest.

"No, I just saw the flash and was curious about what my dear daughter was doing behind her closed door, that's all," Lauren said leaning against her daughter's doorframe.

"Just goofing around me, you know me.  Just me in my pink bathrobe with my crazy hair is all!"

"Oh, I thought maybe you were getting ready to go shopping with me, hint, hint.  Are you sure you won't go with me?"

"Aww mo-o-o-m, I just want to hang out by the pool this morning and get some sun.  In the afternoon the sun gets blocked by the big tree at the end of our yard, so morning is the only time I can suntan."

"I can't even bribe you with a new top or something?" she asked to her daughter who was shaking her head.  "Alright you big baby, stay home and soak up your precious sun.  Make sure you use lots of sunscreen, ok?"

"Sure mom, I always do."  Olivia waited until her mother closed her door before letting out a heavy sigh.  "That was close," she whispered as she hurried over to grab her camera and check out the pictures.  Oh crap, I can't believe I left my email page up!  Thank God mom didn't look at that!  Up on her screen were the email headers from all the guys and of course half of them had obscene comments in the headers.  You have to be more careful Olivia.  You're going to get busted doing something stupid like leaving your email browser open for mom to find.

Minimizing her screen, Olivia plugged her camera into her computer and uploaded the pictures she'd just taken of herself in her still sperm-covered white spandex outfit.  They weren't quite as hot as she thought they'd be, but it still showed off her great body, even with her crazy hair.  I bet the pictures Carl's photographer buddy turned out well.  I wonder if I can get some of those to send?

Grabbing her phone, Olivia texted her request to Carl and waited for an answer.  Thirty seconds later, her phone rang, it was Carl.  "Hiya, how are you doing?"

"Hiya, that's all I get?  What is your mom close by?"

"Uh huh."

"I see.  Well, I haven't talked with Larry, but since they were all digital shots, I'm sure he has something he can send to me.  What do you need them for, or are you just curious how they turned out?"

"Well both, but I was going to send one out to some of the guys on my email list, you know, the ones I didn't pick for you know what."

"Ahhh, I see, trolling for new business huh?  Very entrepreneurial of you.  You impress me little one, you have a nose for business.  I assume you'll be giving me a cut of that action too?"

"Sure, if you help me out with transportation and all that, but if I do the work and find them all, do you think half is fair?"  It wasn't that she was being cheap, it just seemed like half for doing nothing other than just giving her a ride seemed a little..., excessive.

"I see your point, although I don't think I've been reimbursed for all the hits of X I've given you so far?  Or the medicine I stuffed in your pussy last night so you could keep going, or the opportunity to get your friend fucked.  I bet she'd like to know that was all a setup, eh?  I know where she lives and a little note in her mailbox might answer some questions she might be having this morning.  Shall I go on?"

"I'm sorry Carl, I didn't mean anything by it.  You're right, you've done more for me than I have for you so it's not right of me to ask for more than my share."  Whether or not it was true, and whether or not their business relationship was balanced or not, Olivia realized that there was some truth to what he was saying.  Plus she needed him for the stuff she wouldn't be able to get without him, like her birth control pills and even the occasional hit of pot and ecstasy.  That stuff is awesome!  The threat to tell Stacy was uncalled for and made her realize that Carl was willing to protect his "share" of their arrangement with little regard for what her relationship with her best friend was worth.

"Don't worry about it kid.  Let's just leave things the way they are.  I'm sure there are times when things will seem like they are more in my favor, and sometimes when they are more in your favor, but in the end I'm sure it will all seem fair.  That ok with you?"

"It is, I'm sorry."

"No problem kid, I'll always be there to take care of you.  So how are you feeling today?  Are you fully recovered from last night?"

"Not even close," she said in a whisper, "My pussy hurts really bad today.  Way worse than two nights ago when you took me to the motel and then the truck stop.  I don't know why it's so bad, but it is."

"You had a lot of sex yesterday, but don't worry, you'll toughen up a little the more you do it.  You might want to consider spending more time sucking and less time fucking though.  That's what the pro's do, get the guy close so he's already primed to blow once he sticks it in you.  It'll save you a little wear and tear on the equipment."

"That's good advice, thanks Carl.  Let me know what Larry says about the pictures ok?"

"Hey give me your email address and you never know, maybe Larry can send over something soon."

"Thanks, bye Carl"

"Bye kid.  Hey let me know if your pussy heals up enough, I'm sure I could find you some action tonight.  I never did get a chance to take you down to that bar I was telling you about."

"Bye Carl," Olivia said for the second time before hanging up.  Wow, the guy likes to talk more than a teenage girl!

Olivia had had enough waiting and decided to call Stacy again.  She got voice mail again and felt depressed with it all.  Her plan had worked perfectly, right up until the time she heard Stacy start screaming at Carl from the living room.  I still don't understand what happened, we brought over the cute guy, she fell for him and let him have his way.  And according to Nick, she actively fucked him back a whole bunch of times. Stacy even got into it with Carl according to his story, so what was it then?

Olivia decided to get showered up and get on with her day, with or without her two best friends, Stacy and a fully healed pussy, neither of which were cooperating today.

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Strolling out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body, Olivia heard her mother call out that she was leaving to go shopping.  "See ya mom!" she yelled back.  Great, I have the whole house to myself and nothing to do.  

As she walked back into her room, Olivia heard her cell buzz.  Cool a text!  Clicking her phone on, Olivia just about fell over, she had responses back from just about all of the guys she'd texted earlier, and even one from Stacy:  "I'll be over shortly, don't go anywhere!"  I wonder what that's all about?  

Carl's message had her immediate attention though: "Go check out your email."  Sweet!

Sure enough, waiting for her in her email box was an email from Larry and there were attachments!  They were almost all thumbnail sheets of her photo sets, and there were plenty of them.  She couldn't make out too much detail from the tiny pictures on each sheet, other than they were of her in various states of undress, but luckily there were a few full-size pictures as well, and they were..., simply sensational!

There was a single picture from each set of her before she started taking off her clothes, and Larry had really done a super job.  He'd shopped the pictures to soften the look just enough, while getting super definition.  This is exactly what I need for my email.  At the end of the list of attachments was a RAR file and as Olivia clicked on it, it asked for a password.  Shit! What password?  Looking at the message written to go with it, Larry had just said, "it's your buddy's name."  Carl is the password?

Sure enough, Olivia typed in "Carl" at the prompt and it opened up the file folder.  Double clicking on the first picture, it was one of the sets after she'd removed her clothing, and it looked fucking hot.  Olivia extracted all the pictures into her document folder and waited for the program to finish converting all of the photos.  Opening up the destination file Olivia's jaw dropped again.  Besides just random pictures of her individual sets, there were also shots of her and Chad with their oiled bodies caught in the middle of their hot love sequence.  "Oh my God these are a-mazing!" she shouted.   

Larry had captured something beautiful with his lens.  Olivia flipped through the short sequence of pictures and was amazed at how well done they were.  They didn't look cheesy or dirty, they looked very sensual like two lovers lost in a moment, oblivious to everything else other than their passion for each other.  "Now that's some serious photography!" Olivia squealed.  She was getting hornier by the second as she flipped through the photos one more time.  This was obviously just a small sampling of the whole shoot but damn they were good!

Pulling off her towel, Olivia couldn't restrain herself as she masturbated to the photos up on her screen.  She was imagining being back there, impaling herself on Chad's slick cock as their oily bodies fell into rhythm together.  Gently rubbing her clitoris Olivia worked herself up into a frenzy while she fantasized over the pictures.  It wasn't even noon yet and her second orgasm of the morning was barreling towards her, threatening to knock her senseless.  

Screaming out as her orgasm washed over her, Olivia arched her back and let the full power of her orgasm roll through her before gradually slumping back in her chair as the waves of pleasure slowed to a glowing halt.

"Wow Liv, I don't know what's hotter, you orgasming like that, or the pictures up on your computer screen."

"Shit!  Sorry Stace, I didn't hear you come in!"  Olivia stammered as she reached for her towel to cover up.  "Sorry you had to see that," she apologized as she saw Stacy was standing there in her doorway with a big grin on her face.  Thanks for calling ahead Stace!  Oh well, no worries.

"Hey, don't worry, I understand now why you're as crazy about it as I am."

"Crazy about what?  Masturbating you mean?"

"Yeah, that and sex."

"What do you mean about sex?  You told me you only masturbated the first time like two days ago, and you also said you'd never had sex before.  So what are you talking about?  I'm confused."

"Well..., I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk about it, but if it makes you feel any better, yesterday was totally my fault.  Nick didn't do anything wrong, Carl didn't do anything wrong, other than have sex with me while I was passed out.  He's a bastard for that, but most importantly, you didn't do anything wrong.  I just wanted you to know that.  I love you and you're my best friend and I don't want you to worry, ok?"

"I love you too Stace, but what happened then?  Something made you freak."  Olivia pulled the towel tight across her breasts and wrapped it around her body while they continued talking.

"Olivia, there are a few things I've never told you about me, and I guess that includes my family too, but not in the way you might be thinking.  I'm not ready to admit anything now, sorry, but just know that last night wasn't my first time having sex, but the other day WAS my first time masturbating.  Thank you very much for getting me started, I can't friggin stop now ha ha!"

Having been caught off-guard with this dump of information, Olivia was unsure where her line of questioning needed to start, but she had a million questions running around in her head and needed some kind of explanation since she'd been unable to figure any of it out on her own.  "Stace, I don't want to pry if you feel uncomfortable, but I'm confused.  You've had sex but never masturbated?  Isn't that a little backwards?" she questioned, still trying to see through the tangle of information.  "Wait, you weren't raped or something were you?" 

"No, no, nothing like that!  In fact I've only had sex like three or four times, I just can't tell you about it though.  It's too embarrassing."

"Well, do I know the person?"

"No..., well yes!  But it's not..., oh Liv, I just can't say, sorry." Stacy clearly looked confused and upset at the direction her conversation was going.  She'd come over with the idea that she could just blurt out a jumble of partial information to put Olivia's mind at ease and hoped she would accept it and move on.  But she realized all she'd done was open herself up for more questions that she wasn't prepared to answer.  The puzzled look on Olivia's face told her that her best friend didn't understand anything she'd just been told, and that she was going to keep asking questions until she knew the truth. Stacy felt upset with herself for even initiating the conversation, Olivia would ask and she would answer because her best friend would eventually break down her resolve and the cat would be out of the bag with almost no effort at all.

"I don't get it Stace, I know the person, or I don't know them?"

"Liv, please don't ask me anymore questions.  Please.  I will tell you this, it was consensual, and it isn't any "person" you know.  Now that's all I'm going to say for now.  As far as sex is concerned, Nick will be who I think of when I think of my "first".  Carl was a dreadful #2, but you were right about one thing, he sure does know what he's doing!  Man I had the hugest orgasm too!"

"Well I'm glad for you and I'm happy you're opening up to me about this, but I'm not making the connection with what you're saying.  I'm sorry, and I'm not trying to pry, but what triggered..., you know, the reaction.  Did Carl do something, or what?"

"No Liv, I almost said something, that's all.  I almost gave away some..., information.  And that's the basis for my secret, so I almost blurted out my secret."

"So you almost said what?  His name or something?"  Olivia wasn't trying to be a pain in the ass, but Stacy was being so cryptic that it was driving her crazy the way she was beating around the bush.

"Olivia?  Can't you drop it?  Please???"

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious is all.  It's not every day you find out your best friend his withholding a gigantic secret like she's had sex before!  I'm just curious and your half-answers are killing me!  First you say I know the guy, and then you say I don't.  You say you've had sex three or four times before but Nick is your first, so now I'm totally confused."

"Alright fine, Nick is the first guy I've had sex with!"

"So who did you have sex with if Nick is the first guy you've had sex with?  Oh wait, I'm sorry..., I get it now, you've had sex with...a girl?"

"No you idiot!  I haven't had sex with a girl! Nick is the first "guy" I've had sex with!  I've had sex, but not with a guy, or a girl."  Stacy was getting very emotional with Olivia's persistence and it showed on her face and in her body language.  Her arms were wrapped tightly across her small chest she seemed to be looking for a way to escape the situation.

"I'm so confused, I don't get it.  You didn't have sex with a guy or a girl, but you've had sex?  With who?" Olivia asked pleadingly.

"With something else!  Not a guy, not a girl, with something else!"

"Stace, stop being so cryptic, "something else" what?  What "else" is there?"

"I fucked my dog ok!  You happy now!" Stacy yelled out.  Tears were starting spill out of her eyes, the secret that she'd hoped to never reveal was out now.  She couldn't take it back no matter what.

Momentarily surprised but realizing her best friend was about to lose it, Olivia ran over and wrapped her arms around her best friend and hugged her close.  No wonder she was so upset, it's not every day you admit you're into beastiality to your best friend.  

Without thinking, Olivia whispered into her ear, "That's so cool!  Can I try it too?"

"What?" Stacy managed to eke out between sobs.

"I said, can I try it too?"  Olivia pulled back until she could look her friend in the eye so that she knew she was being sincere.  "I'm serious Stace."

"Ruh-really?  Bu-but why?" she blubbered.

"Because you're my best friend and I care about you and if it's something that you like, I'm sure I will too.  And believe me, it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about."

"B-but...it's...not...right."

"Stace, it's fine.  It may be a little different than the norm, but it's not wrong.  In fact, I have a confession, I just told Carl last night that I was interested in doing the same thing."

"You did?" Stacy asked as her tears seemed to diminish.  "But why would you want to do something like that?"

"For the same reasons you did I assume.  And if you did it more than once, it has to be something worth doing, am I right?"  
Stacy gave a slight nod, but the shame was still plastered across her face.  Knowing her friend needed her now more than ever, Olivia continued on, "It's ok Stacy, there's nothing wrong with enjoying sex...of any kind.  Trust me, I've experienced a whole lot of just about everything lately!  I'm interested in doing all kinds of new things, including that.  So cheer up, I don't see any reason for you to be upset about it."

"Really, you don't hate me for it?" Stacy remarked.  

"Hate you?  Are you nuts?  I think it's awesome what you just told me.  I'm glad you have a kinky side.  It's something we both have in common that we didn't even know it.  To be honest, I said it last night to Carl when I was just about ready to cum, and I just blurted it out.  I remembered this morning that I'd said it, and the idea that I wanted to try it scared me, but if you're comfortable doing it, then I'm willing to try it.  It'll be a new experience for me."

"I still can't believe you'd want to, I mean...it's so...I don't even know how to describe it."

"Fun?"

"Uhhhh...yeah," she said sheepishly.  "I mean the real thing was way more fun, but..."

"Stace, relax, I get it.  It's all new and fun and all kinds of other things you can't even begin to understand or know how to describe.  Speaking of new things, I have something I want you to see.  Come look at this."  Olivia broke their hug and walked her friend over to her computer.  "Look."

"Yeah it's some guy banging some slut.  So what?" She asked clearing the last of her tears from her eyes.  All Stacy saw a darkly lit background with soft lighting falling on an oiled up woman with a hot body straddling a hunky guy, sitting on a chair with his big slick looking cock spearing up into her pussy.  The woman, dressed in nothing other than ankle socks, had her head thrown back, pretending to be having a good time.  Her long blonde hair appeared to reach all the way down to her ass with how she had her head tilted up.  It was a sexy shot no doubt, but why her friend was masturbating to this specific picture she didn't understand. 

"Look again Stace."

Stacy looked again with the same result.  "Yeah they're both pretty hot, but what about it?"

"Stace, it's me!"

"Get the fuck out!  It is Not!" she screamed out loud.  Stacy moved right up to the desk and stared at the screen before her.

"I swear it is," Olivia said as she moved out of the way so her friend could examine the picture more closely.

Stacy stared at the picture for a full minute before replying.  "No fucking way that's you!"  The hair matched, and the side profile of the woman showed she had the same cheekbones and nose, but there was no way her best friend looked that hot.  It couldn't be!

"It is, hit the "home" key and watch from the beginning."  Stacy was looking at her with an expression of astonishment.  "Seriously, here I'll show you."  Olivia hit the "home" key and the picture changed to one where Chad was slathering oil over her best friend's bare breasts.

"No way!  I don't friggin believe it!  It is you!  Holy shit Olivia.  How?  When?  Oh my God!..."  It was twenty questions unlike any other Olivia had ever faced.  "Who is the guy?  Where did you get these taken?  Why did you do it?  Holy crap his thing looks huge!  Did it feel as big as it looks?  Did it hurt?"

Olivia smiled with pride as her best friend leafed through the pictures and rambled away throwing question after question at her while she examined each photo closely.  They were super hot and very well done.  Larry had done a great job of capturing her beauty in a way that was sexy without being slutty.  With the makeup job he did, she also looked much older than she really was.  Her body's development gave nothing away about her true age either.  Olivia was becoming aroused just watching the pictures as Stacy flipped through them.

"Liv, I'm speechless.  I still can't believe that was you in those pictures, you look so mature."

"That's it?  Mature?" she said jokingly.

"No!  I mean you look amazing.  I can't believe you had sex with that guy.  I mean he's so hot!  You gotta tell me all about it!  I still can't believe it, my best friend is a porn star!"

"Hold on, don't get carried away.  It's just one photo shoot and as far as I know, it was all just for Carl.  I don't think anybody other than maybe you and me are going to see them.  At least, I don't think anybody else will be seeing them?"

"Ok, keep going, tell me more."

"Well Carl said he needed pictures of me to entice potential clients into coughing up the cash he thought I deserved.  I didn't know anything about it until we pulled up to this building and went inside.  That's when he sprung the whole photo shoot thing on me.  The sex part was actually my fault, Carl said he had somebody lined up for me to have sex with and I thought the model guy was him.  By the time I found out he was just a model, he was practically inside me.  I was so horny by then I just couldn't stop myself.  After that..., as you can see, the rest is history."

"Holy crap, I still can't believe it," Stacy said as she continued flipping through the pictures.  The last picture of that set was of Olivia sitting on the chair with her legs spread, her fingers pulling her pussy open wide and Chad's sperm dripping out.  "Wow, that's quite the view Liv.  Didn't expect to see something that graphic today.  Especially not of you."

"Sorry Stace, I kinda forgot he took those shots.  Plus I didn't get to see everything he sent before you surprised me."

"No it's ok, I'm just not...uh, I don't know.  I guess...not used to seeing you like that.  It looks kinda...well...not as tasteful as some of the earlier shots I saw.  Those were more erotic, these are pretty hard-core."

"You don't have to look at them if you don't wanna."

"No, I do!  I'm just...you know...getting used to seeing you like that.  They're really sexy and you look so good.  I'm just still a little shocked by it all still.  I guess what surprises me more than anything is how good the pictures look, you look so professional. What else do you think is on here?"  

"Beats me, look and see," said Olivia as she watched her friend leave the last of the Chad photos and start flipping to the next pictures.  She hadn't made it that far before Stacy barged in and didn't realize there were more.  Hmm, I wonder what else he included?  

Olivia watched Stacey's reaction as the pictures went by.  There were just a few from each of the subsequent sets before she got to the really hard-core stuff.  Olivia giggled silently as she watched Stacy gasp and put her hand to her mouth; it was one of the pictures that Larry took of her using the toys.  It was a picture of her with a dildo shoved deep into her cunt.  Olivia thought the picture captured her expression and the emotion she was feeling perfectly.  It was when the ecstasy and alcohol they'd fed here were fully kicked in.  She was feeling free, her inhibitions completely at ease, and she looked completely engrossed in her own pleasure.

"Uhhhh, Liv?"

"Yeah Stace."

"Was that as much fun as it looks?"

"Yeah why?"

"Because you look really...umm...satisfied there."

"I was.  Keep going, I want to see what else Larry included here."
Stacey advanced through the last of the dildo shots before getting to the really graphic stuff.  Not that any of the sets so far hadn't been graphic, but at least they were artistic and tasteful.  Tasteful was non-existent when she came to the shots of Larry fucking her.  He was light years from attractive when compared to Chad, and when she saw the pictures of Larry with his cock stuck in her friend's pussy and Carl's cock shoved in her mouth, Stacy thought she'd seen it all.  "Olivia, I can't believe you let the photographer had sex with you like that.  Why did you do that?"

"I don't know, I think Carl asked me to because he said I should thank him for taking all the pictures.  Why, did I do something wrong?"

"Well other than you let two creepy old guys have sex with you at the same time, oh I don't know, isn't that enough wrong?"

"Not to me Stace.  Look at the quality of the photo sets.  If you walked in off the street and wanted sets like this done, I think you'd pay a lot of money for it."

"Yeah but don't the models usually get paid for it?  Why were you the one "paying" for it?"

"Well...Carl said he needed them, for potential clients.  He said guys wouldn't agree to the money he was asking without seeing what they'd be getting first.  Why?  You think he's up to something?"

"Couldn't he do that with a cell phone camera?  Why the professional photographer?  And you know something else that bothers me, is why so many photo sets if Carl just needed some photos of you for...what again, advertisement?  Advertisement for who, and how was he planning on showing people these pictures?"

"I don't know Stace, I never asked him."  Olivia had been so wrapped up in the heat of the moment and with her headed clouded in booze and ecstasy and her quest to fulfill her dream, she hadn't stopped to think of why she'd been asked to do some of those things.  It had all seemed perfectly normal once the ball had gotten rolling to do set after set with each one ending up with her legs spread wide and Larry's camera zooming in close.  The fact that they not only took pictures and video of Larry fucking her pussy made her mind suddenly wander...what did they record that for?  And what do they plan on using it for?  

"I think I might give Carl a call and ask him."

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Stacy had finished going back over all the pictures once again while Olivia called Carl.  She could hear her talking as she strolled out of her room and down the hallway with her cell phone perched on her shoulder.  The photos were very professional looking, and they were very hot.  In fact, Stacy could feel the dampness in her shorts right now as a result of ogling the pictures one more time.  It wasn't the pictures of her naked friend, although she had a newfound admiration for her friend's body and reason enough to be even more jealous of her, it was the photo sets of the Chad guy.  He was so smoking hot!  He was the male version of Olivia, physically perfect in every way.  No wonder their sex shoot looked so hot!  Why couldn't he be the guy I had sex with last night, instead of that gross Carl guy?  I wonder if they could hook me up for a photo shoot like this with that same guy?

Stacy had planned on staying away from sex for a long time after the horrible night she'd had last night.  And now with her secret revealed and her best friend not only being supportive, but willing to join her in the act, she didn't know what to think.  Checking out the hot guy Olivia had fucked a couple of days ago was making an impression on her, and made her wonder what sex with Chad would be like? 

Sex with Nick had been a lot of fun, but emotionally she was having a hard time with it all.  It was just an act, it was just sex, there was no intimacy at all, just thrusting and cumming, and none of it hers.  She hadn't even really gotten to know him before she ended up drunk and stoned, and making out with him.  The next thing she knew they were pulling each other's clothes off and then he was pumping into her pussy.  Still, it felt really nice to have sex with a cute boy her own age.  What Olivia saw in these old guys was beyond her comprehension.  Olivia was right about one thing, Carl did know how to please a girl, and his dick felt enormous compared to what she was used to.  

Not that three or four times with Brutus really counted as "used to" in her books.  Her romps with Brutus were pretty short too since she wouldn't let him get his knot-thing in her.  All he did was pump a bunch of times and then jump down and lick his balls, leaving his runny juice to drip out of her slit.  It stuck all her pubes together if she didn't wash it away immediately too.  That part sucks, but it's exciting and new and kinda dirty at the same time, Stacy thought.  Now that she was a woman, and on the pill, there were "other" possibilities awaiting her out there.  She just knew Olivia's lifestyle wasn't for her.  The sex wasn't that good to justify becoming a whore, no matter how enticing the money was.

"Hey Stace, Carl wants to know if we want to go hang out at his place for the afternoon, what do you think?" Olivia asked with her hand covering the bottom of her phone.

"Are you kidding?  After last night?  I wouldn't be caught dead over there."

"Nick is going to be there.  And Carl says nothing is going to happen."

"Really," she responded.  Now that changed things somewhat!  "Why do they want us to come over Liv?"

"Just to hang out.  Carl says there's a baseball game starting shortly and thought if we were bored, we could come over and hang with him.  Oh he says he has some really good weed he picked up last night that we could smoke with him.  It's up to you Stace."  Olivia was hoping her friend would say yes, Carl had promised to give her some more of the medicine he gave her last night that took away all the pain in her cunt.  Not that she was planning on doing any fucking today, or tonight, anything that could make her sore pussy better was very welcome news.  She mouthed the word "please" to her friend when she saw she was hesitant to make the decision she was hoping for.

"I'm really not interested Liv.  You can go if you want to, but I don't feel like going back there again."

"Come on Stace, it'll be ok.  Nothing is going to happen.  We're just going to sit around and relax.  Please?"

"He isn't going to pull any tricks like last night, get me all drunk and stoned and then fuck me when I'm passed out is he?"

"Of course not, just don't drink or smoke anything if you're that worried."

"Alright, I guess it would be ok," Stacy replied.  The weed did sound like something she wanted to try again, and if Nick was going to be there, well that would be an added bonus.  As long as Carl kept his hands off of her, she could get over the embarrassment of last night's blow up.

"Ok Carl, count us in.  Call me when you get close and we'll meet you at the convenience store.  Thanks, bye."

"Ok Liv, what's the deal, why do you want to go over there so bad?"

"Carl has this stuff he used on me to make my pussy feel better and he offered to use it on me again."  That and Carl wants to eat my bald pussy out again!  I'll take that offer!

"What stuff?"

"I don't even know, but it made it feel better almost instantly and I'm tired of my kitty hurting like this.  It's been bugging me all day."

"Why don't you just use that cream your doctor gave you?  That's what it's for isn't it?" Stacy asked.

"Shit, I guess I could have tried that first.  Wow, I can't believe I had a blonde moment like that," Olivia replied with a laugh.  She reached for the jar of cream sitting on her dresser and walked over towards her bed while pulling the front of the towel open.  Turning her back to her best friend, Olivia gently applied a thick layer of the soothing cream to her reddened pussy.  The cream immediately seemed to help.  Why didn't I think of that?  This cream, or at least the spiked version of it from my dream, was what started everything in motion.

"I don't know why you're being all shy now Liv?  I think I've seen enough of you naked between last night, and now these photos.  There isn't much I haven't seen of you now!" she laughed at her friend.  Olivia looked over at her grinning best friend while she stood there hunched over with her fingers gently rubbing Dr Sanders' cream into her abraded labia.  She wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of her friend, far from it, she just didn't want to embarrass her friend anymore than she already had.

The cream seemed to be doing its job well while Olivia put on her bra and found a tank top to wear.  She grabbed one of the new ones.  It was an upgrade over her old ones, but it was still a tank top, and it showed off her boobs nicely.  She was in no hurry to get the goopy cream smushed into one of her new pairs of underwear, so she kept the towel wrapped around her waist while she picked out a nice skirt to add to her top.  The beeping from her phone started catching Stacy's attention while she sat there at Olivia's desk casually glancing from picture to picture.

"Who's texting you Liv?"

"Everybody I'm guessing."

"Who's everybody?"

"Everybody I got phone numbers from.  I had the numbers stashed in my closet and I wanted to throw them out in case my mom found them, so I texted a generic message to all of them and I'm guessing that's one of the stragglers since I've already had a bunch of the guys text me back already."

"How many guys are you talking about Liv?"

"I don't remember...uhh, ten, fifteen, something like that."

"You've had sex with that many guys already!" Stacy said with a shocked look on her face."

"Stace, those are just the guys I have phone numbers from.  The total is much more than that."  Judging by the expression staring her in the face, Olivia realized maybe she hadn't been sharing everything with her friend.  "Haven't I been keeping you up to date on this?"

"Good God no, how many guys have you been with?"

With a grin, Olivia said, "Do you want to read my sex log, or would you rather watch the video?"

"You have video of you having sex?"

"Uh huh.  I watched it this morning and it was unbelievable."

"So how many are we talking about then?"

"Like thirty, but I'm not sure on the final count because there were a bunch of guys I gave blow jobs to that didn't have sex with me, so I'm not sure if I should count them or not."

"Oh my God Liv, I can't believe you've had that much sex already!"

"Why do you think my pussy's s damn sore today.  I banged like eleven or twelve guys last night."

"You mean after you dropped me off?  You went out and banged a bunch of guys last night.  After everything that went down?"

"Well yeah.  I didn't plan on it working out that way, it just kinda happened."
Olivia's cell phone started ringing and interrupted their sex talk.  "Hi Carl, are you getting close?  Ok, we'll leave in a few, I just have to finish getting dressed.  Well, I have a tank top on and I was letting some cream soak into...wear a skirt...with no panties?  Yeah, I can do that.  I thought you wanted...ok, I like surprises.  Ok, see you in a few minutes.  Bye."
Olivia looked over at Stacy and she was shaking her head.  

"See I knew it, he has something planned, doesn't he?"

"No Stace, nothing as far as I know.  He just asked me to wear a skirt, and then when I mentioned the cream he said to skip the panties," Olivia replied as she stepped over to her dresser and started rifling through looking for a skirt suitably long enough to go panty-less.  After all, no need to go advertising I'm not wearing any panties.  I have enough guys wanting to get under my skirt without advertising!

Pulling out a cute skirt that came halfway down her thighs, Olivia slipped it up her legs and buttoned it up.  It felt very weird not having panties on she realized.  It was commonplace in her dream to go without, but that was the beauty of dreams, no matter what happened, no matter how good or bad, you always woke up knowing that it wasn't real.  This was real and although she didn't have to go without - it wasn't like Carl to make her go without, he'd merely suggested it and for the excitement that it might provide, Olivia had agreed to do it.

Grabbing her purse and her phone, Olivia put on her favorite sandals and walked out the front door with her best friend reluctantly in tow.  Olivia wondered as she locked the door, what the next few hours might have in store?

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Olivia climbed into the front seat at Carl's request, Stacy grumbled when she climbed into the back.  

"You girls eat yet?" Carl asked looking over at his little gold mine.  She looked her usual stunning self as she sat there with her knees together in her not-quite-short-enough skirt and her pretty tank top.  If she was going for slutty, she'd struck out huge.  If she was going for sexy but demure, she had that down pat.  I'll have to get her working on dressing a little bit sluttier on a daily basis.  An outfit like this is bad for business.

"Not yet, why did you have something in mind?"

"Yeah, my treat.  By the way, how are you feeling down there?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and started driving down the street towards the expressway.

"Still sore, but I used this cream my doctor gave me and it's helping.  Although that just helps the outside, it's the inside that hurts, like muscles are sore."

"Yeah, I guess you don't realize how much you use those muscles for sex.  You just have to build them up, like anything physical, the more you do it, the stronger your muscles get."

"Gee Liv, at the rate you're going, your pussy ought to be able to crack walnuts before long!" Stacy said with a laugh.

"Hey pipe down there cute stuff," Carl said peering into the backseat through the rearview mirror.  "Pay no attention to her Olivia, you're doing great," he said while patting her bare thigh.  Her skin always felt so soft and succulent.  He could feel her taught leg muscles under her smooth tanned skin.  God she was such a sexy thing, thank God she's a slut too, and not just any slut, MY slut!   "By the way, how are we today Stacy?" Carl asked while looking back in the rearview mirror again.  "The last time I saw you, you were a little upset.  I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you," Carl offered.  

Stacy offered a quiet apology and then quickly diverted her attention out the window, avoiding his watching eyes.

"Seriously Olivia, I have something to make you feel a lot better down there.  Here take this," he said offering her a pill out of his shirt pocket.

"What is it?" Olivia asked.  She wasn't about to "not" take it, everything Carl had given her to date had produced amazing effects on her body.

"Just a pain killer, nothing special, like strong Tylenol."

"Is that going to stop the pain?"

"It will, it'll help the muscle pain.  For the other soreness you need an anesthetic, and I have that for you too, but I can't give it to you while I'm driving, unless you want to give it to yourself?"

"Sure, I guess I can do that.  What do I need to do?"

"Just like last night, use your finger to spread some of it around where it's sore, the medicine will do the rest," Carl said as pulled a small baggy of white powder from under his seat, and handed it over.

Almost simultaneously both girls asked, "What is it?" 

"It's ground up lidocaine, it's really good for relieving pain, try it.  Lick your finger and coat it well and then apply it like I said."

Olivia lifted her knees up and put her heels on the seat edge.  Looking down, her pussy was a nice pink color one again.  The redness was almost gone thanks to her cream, but it was still a little sore.  She didn't really need this lidocaine stuff, but it worked so well last night that she would feel one hundred percent normal with it.  Licking her finger Olivia dipped it into the baggy and saw the white powder cling to the wetted skin.  Pulling her finger out of the bag, she reached down between her thighs and spread them wide enough to apply the white powder to her labia.  She noticed the skin was numbing up and the outside pain was greatly diminished.  "I put this inside too right?"

"Yep, work it in there, and don't skimp either.  I gave you a pretty good dose of that stuff last night."

"Yeah it worked well too."  It also made me ridiculously horny too!  "Thanks Carl, you're a lifesaver," Olivia said as she went for another dip into the bag.  Her labia were still moist from the cream and picking up a second coated finger was a piece of cake.

A few short minutes later, Olivia had dipped into the bag several more times and was past her second knuckle with her first two fingers, working the powder into her soft inner lining.  All the pain was gone and a wonderful euphoric feeling was beginning to develop as her fingers slowly worked in and out of her cunt.  It was really juicy and she was starting to feel horny again.  "Hey Carl, that stuff feels really nice.  All the pain is gone and I feel great.  Thanks."

"Hey no problem, you can keep that baggy if you want. You never know when you might need it again."

"Ok," Olivia replied and put her feet back down and put the baggy inside her purse.  Wow, I can't believe how awesome that stuff is, I feel so...alive!  Of course Olivia had no way of knowing that what she had just stuffed up her pussy was not just lidocaine, but a blend of high grade cocaine with lidocaine as the filler agent.

"Hey Olivia, what do you think, should I give Stacy one of your favorite pills?  You know the round ones you like so much?"

"Sure, hey Stace you want to try one of Carl's pills, they're really awesome."

"What is it?"

"A little ecstasy, it dissolves in your mouth and makes you feel really relaxed and comfortable.  It's good for your nerves if you're feeling a little tense."
"I don't know.  I'm not sure if I'd say I was tense, more like I'm uncomfortable sitting back here by myself while you guys are up there playing with my best friends crotch."

"Sorry Stace, would you prefer to be up here playing with your crotch?" Olivia asked with a big grin on her face.

"Ha, ha, very funny.  You know what I mean."

"Sorry Stace, I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable.  My crotch hurt and Carl was giving me something to help.  I would imagine if our positions were reversed you'd appreciate his assistance. If I was trying to make you feel uncomfortable, I'd have my legs spread wide and have Carl's fingers jammed in my cunt," Olivia finished with the same wide grin on her face.  Seeing her friend's expression, Olivia knew Stacy wasn't ready for that kind of a joke.  "Stacy, I'm kidding."

Stacy was only mildly offended by her friend's crudeness.  She was more shocked by the transformation her friend had made.  Before the accident, she'd heard her friend swear maybe once or twice.  Now here she was joking about having an old man finger her pussy.  And that was only a day after she'd put her in a position to get drunk, stoned and then fucked without really being able to stop herself.  Well if Olivia wants to be a slut, who am I to be the one constantly trying to stop her?  "Fine then, make me feel uncomfortable."

"Huh?  Stacy I was only kidding, I'm sorry, ok?"

"No that's ok, I want to see Carl finger your pussy.  If that's what you want, don't let me stop you."

I'm game, get your legs up here on the seat and spread `em.  I'd be happy to do like your friend asks," Carl piped in.

Olivia knew Stacy was daring her, thinking that she wouldn't be willing to go through with it.  Carl had played with her pussy at least once a day since the first night she'd met him.  This wasn't even much of a dare!  "Sure Stace I'd be happy to.  I'm quite happy to have Carl finger my pussy!" she said as she turned her body sideways on the seat and scooted her butt closer to Carl.  

Leaning her back against the door, Olivia lifted her feet up onto the seat and spread her knees while pulling her skirt up and out of the way.  Her pink pussy still glistened with her wetness from her efforts moments ago.

"God I love how your pussy looks now.  It was meant to be bald!" he said as he looked down at her vertical smile.  

"Bald?  You shaved Liv?" Stacy asked from the back seat.

"Nope, I "was" shaved Stace, big difference," she chuckled as she watched Carl's meaty hand reach down between her slender thighs.  "Ahhh," she purred as his warm hand made contact with her slit.

Stacy let out a "Hmmf," realizing Olivia had called her bluff.  Maybe she's comfortable with him doing it, what about somebody else?  Stacy's mind started entertaining other possibilities.  Her best friend's moans from the front seat were a certain indication that she was indeed getting fingered up there.  

Stacy sat there for several minutes while Carl played with her friend's cunt, her moaning was getting loud and annoying to her.  As bothersome as it was to her, Olivia apparently was enjoying it immensely.  Great, not only is this one of the most uncomfortable situations I've ever been in, but now it's having an effect on me!  Stacy couldn't ignore what was going on right in front of her and with her recent discovery of the pleasure of masturbating, she was feeling the urge to find her own pleasure.  

Stacy watched Olivia's expressions as she reclined against the door, her head was thrown back and her eyes closed.  A constant moaning was coming from her slack mouth and her gyrations were evident in how her shoulders kept up their constant motion.  Her hand went instinctively to her own crotch and pressed down on the bunched up material at her crotch, the pressure serving to provide some small amount of stimulation as her urge for self-pleasure grew.

Carl looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the look on Stacy's face, she was getting turned on by the performance in the front seat.  It was hard enough driving as it was with his first two fingers embedded deeply into Olivia's red-hot pussy while his thumb danced the waltz on her swollen clit.  Her hip gyrations were making it hard for him to keep on target with her clit and the awkward position of his wrist was wearing his arm out quickly.  Oh well, it didn't really matter if he did a good job or not, he wasn't trying to get her off, more just to get her very aroused.  She was much more fun and suggestible when she was aroused anyway.  Looking over at her, she was as sexy as any female he'd ever seen.  When she was turned-on like this, there was a look on her face that just made a man want to fuck the living shit out of her.  You knew deep down that she wanted you to do that to her too.  I guess that's what makes her so hot, he reasoned, you knew she was as dirty and slutty as you could ever want a woman to be, and she was all wrapped up in this exterior that made her look so sweet and innocent.  She was the ultimate princess in looks, but deep down she was as skanky as any woman who'd ever walked the earth, and she was only getting started.

Carl glanced back quickly, Stacy had a pained expression on her face and he knew she was struggling to find a way to please herself without making it obvious.  It was funny really, her friend was so blatantly and unabashedly overt with her sexuality and here was her best friend trying so hard to hide hers.  No problem, I just need to break through that barrier and then I'll have two little sluts on my hand in no time!  Twice the money, twice the fun!  Carl returned his gaze back to the road and concentrated as best he could while his fingers dug away inside Olivia's hot cunt.

Olivia was in her sexual glory.  There was something so wrong and yet so damned right about this, getting her pussy finger-fucked in front of her best friend and in front of her...?  What was Carl?  Her savior?  Her liberator?  Her facilitator?  He was all those things she guessed.  He made everything happen and provided the means and the methods for all of it to happen.  Besides the fact that he really knew what he was doing when it came to pleasuring a woman's body.  His thick fingers were buried as deeply inside her cunt as possible and his thumb was magical in the way it teased her clitty.  He didn't seem to be trying really hard to get her to cum, and she didn't care either, it felt so good and she'd enjoy it for as long as he was willing to keep going.

Carl broke the silence as he pulled off the road and into a parking lot.  "We're here girls, I hope you're hungry, this place has awesome burgers, and they're huge too!"  He glanced through the mirror as Stacy quickly bounced upright and looked around, his eyes catching hers as she looked ahead.  He knew it, and now so did she.  He'd caught her teasing her pussy in one manner or another.  He couldn't see down low enough, but suspected a hand had snaked down or up her shorts somehow and she was getting wet and greasy.  I bet that hairy little muff is soaked right now!  Olivia's bald pussy certainly was soaking wet.  Maybe we can have a little fun in here.  Carl hadn't planned on fucking with the girls, we was legitimately taking them for lunch, but passing up on an opportunity to mess with two horny girls was just too good to pass on.

Olivia sat up and looked around, she didn't recognize this part of town and certainly didn't recognize the burger place Carl had driven them to.  Swiveling around on the seat, she brought her legs back together for the first time in ten or fifteen minutes.  Carl had done a splendid job working her pussy, the only problem was that now she was extremely horny and there was nothing she could do about it.

Olivia pulled on the door handle and exited the car with Stacy getting out next to her.  "How are you doing Stace?  Did I freak you out with all that?"

"Nope, I got used to it after a while.  It's still a little weird, but it seems like you were enjoying it," she commented.  "Come on, let's follow Carl," Stacy said as they caught up to Carl as he walked up to the door and held it open for them.  

After ordering, the three sat down at one of the tables in the busy burger joint.  "This place has the best burgers in town, you'll love them," he said.  He could tell by the expressions on their faces that they were a little apprehensive.  Sure the place was a dump and it attracted some less than savory customers, but you couldn't beat their burgers.  He could also see the tension on Olivia's face, she was horned up and ready to go, and Stacy wasn't too far behind either.  "It seems like you girls were seeing how far you could push each other back there in the car, with you daring your friend to let me finger her.  Is that about right Stacy?"

"I guess," she replied.

"And you," he said to Olivia, "You seemed more than eager to call her bluff, is that about right?"

"Yeah sure, why not?"

"Very well, how about a little game, see who's got some balls here?"

"What kind of game?" Stacy asked.

"Yeah, what kinda game?" Olivia added.  Obviously knowing Carl, it was something that would involve sex, and as horny as she was feeling, would probably go along with anything he could think of.

"Well, I was thinking that you could each come up with a dare that the other had to perform, see who has the guts to carry it out."

"And what happens to the person that chickens out?" Stacy asked.

"I don't know, you girls can think of something I suppose.  Or...how about the loser has to fuck me in the parking lot in the backseat of my car?"

"Hey that's no fair!" Stacy argued, "You know Olivia will do it, but I don't wanna do that!"

"Then don't lose then," Olivia responded.  "What, are you afraid of losing?  Chicken, brawk brawk," Olivia mocked while making flapping motions with her arms.  Stacy wore her emotions on her sleeve, and her face suggested she was pissed at being made fun of.

"It's still not fair.  I mean if I dared you go over to that table over there with those three guys and let the red-headed guy finger you, you'd probably do it, right?" Stacy asked.

"Yeah, you want to watch me do it?" Olivia asked.

"I know I sure do!" Carl added.

Without evening giving Stacy a chance to respond, Olivia stood up and said, "Ok, watch this." Spinning on her heels, Olivia turned quickly around, her light skirt briefly flaring up before falling back down and covering up her thighs once more, and walked quickly over to the table Stacy had indicated and sat down at the one empty seat at the table.  She introduced herself and leaned over and whispered in the ear of the guy Stacy had pointed out.  

From back at their table, Stacy watched as Olivia spoke into the guy's ear and grinned at his shocked expression when she pulled away from his ear.  Olivia nodded and pulled his hand down into her lap.  Sure enough the guy reached up under her skirt and for a minute, Olivia let him finger her pussy.  From the look on her face, she was thoroughly enjoying the experience.  But just as quickly, she pulled his hand free and pulled her skirt back down before standing up and walking back to their table with a gigantic grin on her face.

"How was that Stace?  Was that what you had in mind?" Olivia asked as she adjusted her skirt and sat back down apparently quite at ease with what she'd just done.

"Holy shit, I can't believe you just let a complete stranger finger you like that!" Stacy remarked.  Looking back over, the guys from the table were staring in their direction and talking excitedly.  

"What, it's just a finger and it was...fun and exciting.  Now it's your turn Stace," Olivia suggested.

"Uh uh, no way and I doing that, besides even if I did, I have shorts on and all you have on is a skirt.  And you're not even wearing underwear, so it's easy for you!"

"So take him in the bathroom and let him finger you there.  You can pull your shorts down so nobody will see."

"Sounds perfectly logical to me," Carl said.

"Well, it doesn't even count, I didn't even dare you, I only asked a question asking "if" you would do it."

"Doesn't matter, the fact is I did it and you're too chicken to even consider trying it," Olivia answered back.  "Don't play the game if you aren't willing to put your money where your mouth is."

Stacy was angry now, what had turned out to be harmless fun, was turning on her.  Stacy had figured that she'd maybe have to give a guy a kiss, and now she was expected to let a guy stick his finger in her pussy!  What if I give in and try it, what next?  I'm not willing to do what she's willing to do, that's obvious!  "Well what if I do try it, what next?  You know you're going to beat me anyway, so what's the point?"

"There is no point, you were the one who dared me to get fingered in the car and I did it, proving that I'm willing to do just about anything.  I called your bluff and I won, simple as that.  Just like now, you thought that I wouldn't go through with letting that guy finger me in the middle of this place," she said gesturing around.  "And I did, so I win again Stace.  So know it's up to you.  Do you want to give up and declare me the winner, or are you willing to follow through with your own dare?"

Stacy looked over at the guys, they were still staring their way.  It would be a simple thing to do, just one quick dip inside and she could claim she was just a ballsy as her friend and put an end to this stupid game.  And it wasn't really even a game anyway.  She hadn't even agreed to anything.  Fuck, this sucks, I don't want some random guy fingering my pussy.

"Come on Stace, what's going to be?  You going to do it or what?" Olivia asked.  She was purposefully egging her friend on, she knew Stacy's competitive streak wouldn't allow her to take much more of this before she'd agree to do it.  It was just the way she was.  Olivia watched as Stacy slowly stood up, she had a look of determination on her face that made it clear she had been pushed far enough.  Olivia suddenly felt guilty about it and tried to nullify the situation.  "Stace, I was just kidding, you don't have to do this.  Come on sit back down and forget about it-"  Olivia didn't have a chance to finish her sentence as Stacy bumped right by her best friend marched over to the table of guys still gawking in their direction.

Olivia could clearly hear her friend as she said, "Come on," before grabbing him by the hand and marching him towards the bathroom.

"The girl has spunk, you gotta give her that," Carl offered as he watched Stacy walk by with the red-headed guy hand-in-hand towards the bathroom.  Carl admired her cute little butt as she walked towards her destiny.  He'd have her turning tricks before long if he could manage it.  She had the cute looks for it, and the body was passable, but still paled in comparison to Olivia's smoking bod.  

"I'm worried I pushed her too hard."

"Nonsense, just give her five or ten and see how she makes out," Carl added.  "I think she has potential."

"You do?" Olivia questioned.

"Yeah, while you and I were busy, I could tell she was trying to "entertain" herself in the backseat.  She was doing her best to hide it, but I could tell.

"That's so cool, I had no idea."

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Stacy marched her red-headed guy into the women's bathroom and proceeded to walk him into the handicap stall.  "I'm Stacy, what's your name?"

"I'm Brad, nice to meet you Stacy.  So what are we doing in here?"

"You're going to finger my pussy, just like you did my friend, only I'm not the exhibitionist she is, that's why we're in here," Stacy finished as she undid the button on her shorts and opened them up.

"What's this all about anyway?  I was sitting there with my friends and your friend came over and just asked me to feel her pussy, now you want me to as well.  So what gives?"

"It's a dare, simple as that.  My friend's a bit of a slut, I'm not, but I'm not about to let her beat me either, so get going with the fingering before I change my mind."

"Ok, my pleasure," he replied as he stepped up and reached for the waistband of her underwear and pulled it forward, giving his free hand open access.  Reaching down, Brad peaked and saw her dark pubic patch just about the same time his fingertips made contact with the coarse curling hair.  "You should consider shaving, like your friend, guys like it better."

"Cut the chatter before I change my mind," Stacy barked as Brad's fingers sunk deeper into her panties and came into contact with her pussy lips.  She was already moist down there and the fact that she was wet embarrassed her almost as much as getting played with in a fast food restaurant by a complete stranger named Brad.  It seemed like he had some clue as what to do as he stroked his fingers through her folds up and down, each time coming up to rub over her clit before going back down to press between her labia.  Grabbing onto the walls Stacy braced herself as the flood of sensations coming from her pussy threatened to buckle her legs.  "Oh God that feels so good," she whispered.  

With his free hand Brad slowly began working his second hand inside her shorts, making sure to put gentle pressure on the waistband to push them down while he was at it.  His one hand went for her clit while the other hand probed deeply sending first one, then two fingers deep into her tight hairy pussy.  This was the fingering he wanted to do to the other one, who'd stopped him before he even got started.  Well this very cute brunette would get the works, and if he played his cards right, might get a nice fuck out of her before he left the bathroom.  She was panting and her angelic looking face was turning him on.  He couldn't see any tits, but he knew from her hairy pussy she was old enough for a little foreplay, and quite possibly, able and willing to fuck too.

Stacy was expecting to deal with this momentary embarrassment quickly and return back to her food.  This was way more pleasant than she ever thought it could be.  Time seemed to stand still as Brad worked her pussy better than she'd ever been able to do it herself.  She was going to let him finish whatever it was he was starting because this felt way too good to stop him now.  Her conscience said "no", but her body screamed "yes".

Brad's active hands were loosening Stacy's shorts off her hips inch by inch, just like he was hoping for.  A few more subtle nudges and they'd be toast.  She was putty in his hands as her gentle moaning gave him all the feedback he needed to know that his work was getting her very aroused.  A gentle push down on the inseam and Brad could feel the shorts give way off her narrow hips. 

Stacy registered her shorts falling down to the floor and didn't even care.  Her mind and body were on overload as she clung to the steel walls, holding up her rubbery body.  "Oh God, don't stop, I think you're going to make me cum," she panted.

"You're getting me hot too baby.  Do you mind stroking me while I do this for you?"

"Huh?" Stacy whispered back, not understanding his question in her state of arousal.

"Take my cock out and stroke me," he said as he used his one hand to push her underwear down a little further.  They were already hanging loosely on her hips, another few inches and they would be in danger of falling off too.
Stacy reached for his athletic shorts and felt his hardness through the soft cotton material.  "That's it, reach inside baby, feel what I got for you," he urged quietly.  Grabbing the elastic waistband, she pushed them down as far as she could.  Reaching blindly, she felt his hard cock through his underwear and quickly found her way inside and grasped the hard pole within.

"That's it pull them down and pull out my cock baby.  Oh, your hands feel so nice ," he whispered into her ear.

Stacy pushed the boxers down the same way she had his athletic shorts and wrapped her hands around his hard cock before she even registered what she was doing.  It was fascinating, the way it was so soft on the outside and so hard underneath the surface.  The funny shaped end reminded her of a flesh colored worm wearing a fireman's helmet.  Her fingers stroked up and down its length, gently gliding up and over the soft ridge of the head and going back down forcefully until she found the hairy root, and returning back up again.  In any other situation, the fact that she was holding this guy's genitalia would most certainly be freaking her out.  The heat of the moment however made it more than just casually interesting.   Brad's fingers continued their assault on her immature pussy and it felt so deliciously good.  Her concerns over stroking this guy's manhood were forgotten as he brought her nearer to her orgasm.  Her presence of mind that all of this was happening inside a fast-food restaurant's bathroom were also conveniently pushed to the back so that she could enjoy the moment for what it was.

"Oh yeah, keep stroking it, get it nice and hard.  That's it baby-girl, get it hard so I can stick it in you.  You want that don't you?"

Stacy was in a sexual fog and barely registered his comments.  His hard cock felt really nice and warm in her hands as she gently pulled on it.  She had no idea what she was doing with it other than he seemed to be liking it.  The questions that should have been going through her mind like: will I really let him do that?  Stick it in me?  Will I let him?  Should I stop him? Were all conveniently ignored because of the pleasure radiating from her loins.  Of course I should stop him, but ooohhh this feels so good too, shit that feels nice...  

Stacy felt Brad move in closer and push her back against the wall, her panties falling to the ground in the process.  She felt his fingers leave her pussy and grab onto her leg lifting it into the air.  She could feel the coolness of the air on her exposed pussy as he pressed his body up against hers.

"That's it, guide it in baby, you want it as much as I do, I can tell," he said as he bent his knees, dropping the tip of his cock down parallel with her crotch.

Stacy didn't know why she was doing it, but she complied and pushed his cockhead towards her dripping pussy.  With a push he was sliding through her wet folds, looking for the entrance.  With her hands guiding him in, and not understanding in the least why she was letting him do it, Stacy felt his soft cock find its target and push inside.  It only went it a little bit, but it was enough for him to realize he was in and start gently thrusting his cock, trying to seat it home.

Stacy tried her best to keep from tensing up as she felt his cock press deeper inside.  He was only in an inch or two, but it was getting deeper and she wasn't stopping him as he lifted her leg up higher, giving him a better angle to sink inside.

Brad kept up his pushing and felt his cock sink in slowly.  Her pussy was so hot and so wet, and so incredibly tight that he wondered if she was a virgin or not.  Naw, no virgin would let me fuck her in a bathroom stall.  She sure is tight though.   He kept up his rhythm until he felt his cock finally hit resistance, he was in all the way and it felt glorious.  His fingers never left her clit and they continued to dance around it, keeping her highly aroused and hopefully horny enough to let him finish fucking her until he came.  It wasn't everyday a girl let you fuck her in a bathroom, and this one didn't seem slutty enough to allow this kinda shit to happen ordinarily.  So he was counting his lucky stars with every push of his cock into her divine cunt.

Stacy was so close to cumming as the flesh tube pumping into her cunt pressed her buttons just the right way.  Her arms were wrapped tightly around the guy's neck, her body pressed tightly between his and the bathroom wall, her ass cheeks banging repeatedly onto the cold ceramic tiles.   

It was so wrong but she couldn't stop herself from enjoying every second of the experience.  Even at twelve, denial can be such a comforting thing at a time like this.  

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"What do you suppose is taking them so long?" Carl asked between bites of burger.  "You think the little bitch is getting porked in there?"

"Not a chance.  Not Stacy, not after the way she freaked out at your place.  I think a dick is the last thing she's interested in checking out right now," Olivia replied.  The red-head's buddies were still openly gawking over their direction, no doubt wondering if they could get a feel too.  Stupid boys, I'd probably fuck them if they had the balls to walk over and ask.  Olivia's phone chimed taking her attention away from the boys.

Carl ignored the phone and continued, "It's been a good five minutes though, I bet she's banging him in there."

"No chance she is."

"What do I win if I'm right?"

"You get to fuck me if you're right," Olivia said with a smirk.  Her phone chimed again signaling she hadn't checked her latest text message.

"I'm getting that from you anyway, right or wrong.  How about something worthwhile?"

"What is this?  Everything is a game today?  Ok, what do you want?"

"I get you for the rest of the night to do with as I please."

"You pretty much have me already, what kind of bet is that?"

"You do what I say, when I say, and with who I say, deal?"

"So that's different than normal how?" she said with an amused smile spreading across her face.

"Choice is what's different, up until this now, you've always had choice.  You want to risk losing that for the rest of today?"

"Sure.  Sounds like it has interesting potential.  What if you lose, what do I win?"

"How about you keep 100% of anything you earn for the next week, no splits."

"You sound very confident that you think Stacy is a slut then?"

"Well what else would keep her busy this long if not that she's getting porked in the bathroom?"

"Ok deal, but it was to be real sex, bj's don't count."

"Fine, shake on it," Carl said extending his hand.  "By the way, aren't you going to check your messages?"

"I will, it's probably just one of the guys from the motel texting me back."
Olivia grabbed his big meaty paw and shook it like she'd seen other men do it.  Strangely enough, she'd never shaken a man's hand before.  There were a lot of things she hadn't done before, but in the last five days, there were a lot of things she could scratch off that list.  Getting fingered in the middle of a fast-food restaurant by a complete stranger was one of things she could now say she'd done.  

"You should check your messages, you never know when a business opportunity might pop up?"

"I will, I want to check on Stacy first."  Getting up Olivia walked over towards the bathroom doors, they were at the back of the restaurant and along the way she felt just about every pair of men's eyes exploring her body.  She wasn't wearing anything suggestive, in fact she thought she looked pretty classy in her new clothes.  Maybe it was all the teasing Carl had done to her pussy before they'd got here and now she was just horny enough to think all the guys wanted her.  Maybe that's exactly what she wanted them to think.

Opening the door Olivia heard the unmistakable sounds of two bodies in action.  Peering down, Olivia could see clothing wrapped around ankles, well three of them anyway, one of Stacy's feet seemed to be missing.  The only other bathroom stall was right in front of her and seemed to be unoccupied.  Pushing open the door Olivia quietly stepped inside and stepped up onto the toilet seat.  Peaking over the edge, she saw what her ears already told her was obviously going on.  Stacy was naked from the waist down and there was the red-headed boy holding her one leg up in the air while he pumped into what she assumed was her best friend's cunt.  His back was facing her stall so she couldn't be one hundred percent sure, but it seemed pretty obvious.  Carl was right again and I guess that makes me his puppet for the rest of the day.

Stepping back down, Olivia made her escape and left the bathroom, making her way back to the table, and rejoining her slave master for the rest of the day.  "You were right Carl.  I don't know how you could have known that, but you were right."

"She's getting porked huh?  Good girl, I like to see a slut in the making.  Pretty soon we'll have her knocking down guys as easily as you."

"I don't know if I'd go that far, but she's definitely in there getting some right now."

"Oh trust me, she has potential.  Speaking of guys, I guess we need to find you some.  How's the kitty feeling now?"

"Pretty good I guess, I don't feel any pain from down there anymore.  I guess I'm good to go."

"Still horned up from the car?"

"Yeah, I guess why?"

"Lift your skirt up and open your knees up."

"And what flash everyone?"

"Just those guys over there at that table," he said gesturing to the two remaining guys the red-head had been with.  "That's my first order of the day for you.  And make sure they see you do it."

"That's all?  No problem," she replied.  Turning sideways in her seat, Olivia stopped when she was facing directly across from the two guys.  Pulling her knees open about a foot, she slowly pulled her skirt up until she was sure they could see right up to her bald slit from twenty feet away.  Of course they weren't the only ones who could see up her skirt either, judging by the curious looks and twisting necks seated at the tables around the two guys.

Olivia could feel goose bumps break out along her arms and the hair stand up along the back of her neck.  It wasn't nervousness, and she wasn't scared, it was excitement.  She was flashing her bare pussy to as many as ten different people, and not all of them guys either!  There were a couple of women looking her way, one seemed interested in looking, another seemed thoroughly disgusted and turned away.  "Ok, Carl, how long am I supposed to keep this up?" she asked.

"Until you're finished eating, or until Stacy's done fucking, whichever comes first."

Olivia sat there for several minutes munching on her fries while her pussy got hotter and hotter.  By the time Stacy returned, every guy in the place had figured out there was pussy to be ogled.  And just about everyone in the place had come up with some excuse to go look up the skirt of the pretty blonde girl who seemed oblivious to the fact her pussy was on display.  With Stacy returning to her seat, Olivia swiveled back around in her seat, turning towards Carl and her best friend, intent on getting the dirty details.

"So how was it Stace?" Olivia asked excitedly.  

"It was fine Liv, he fingered me just like you dared me to, and that was all," a flushed looking Stacy replied.  

"That's all huh, are you sure you didn't just bang him back there?  I mean you were gone an awfully long time for just getting fingered," Olivia commented.  Stacy was squirming in her seat as she looked down and poked at her now-cold fries and burger.  She was squirming from either the red-head's sperm leaking into her underwear, or from the workout he'd just given her.  Either way she seemed to have ants in her pants.

"Nope, nothing like that."

"Liar, I saw you.  I climbed up onto the toilet in the stall next to yours and I saw the whole thing.  It looked hot by the way.  You look really sexy when you're screwing."

"Olivia, keep your voice down!  People will hear you!" Stacy said, trying to keep her own voice quiet while she scolded her best friend.  Not only had she caught her fucking in a toilet, but now she'd announced it to everyone within earshot.

Just then Brad walked by and whispered into Stacy's ear and then kept going back to his table, and immediately started talking to his friends in an animated fashion.  His friends looked over for the millionth time today with their mouths hanging open.  If not for Carl and his large size and intimidating look, Olivia was sure they three of them would be on her and Stacy like a pack of hungry wolves.

"So how was it young lady?" Carl asked.  "Was it as good as the glow on your face suggests?"

"My face is not glowing!" Stacy remarked trying to hide her reddened cheeks.  Her embarrassment now on full tilt as the blood rushed to her face.

"Shit, it sure is now!" Olivia laughed.

"Don't worry Stacy, Olivia is going to get her turn too.  In fact, maybe you can help me out on this."

"Help you out on what?" Stacy asked.  Carl's reference to "getting her turn" had temporarily diffused her anguish of being discovered having sex with a stranger in a bathroom by her best friend.  Not that having sex with a stranger wasn't bad enough, actually it was very thrilling, but at the same time something she just shouldn't ever do again.

"Well, it seems thanks to you, that Olivia has lost a bet.  I said you were in the bathroom getting porked by that guy, and you were, and Olivia said you weren't.  It appears I was right and she lost the bet."

"What was the bet?" Stacy asked, her cheeks still bright red, and her body hunched over trying to seem as unnoticeable as possible.

"Olivia has to do anything I tell her to do for the rest of the day.  Maybe you could give me some suggestions?"

"So you're saying I can tell Olivia what to do and she has to do it?"

"No, I can tell her what to do, but if you want a little payback, I'm willing to take your suggestions."

"Cool, that sounds like fun!" Stacy said, flashing Olivia a mock evil face.
Uh-oh, what is that crazy nut thinking of in her little brain?  Olivia was getting nervous now, it was two on one and as depraved as Carl was, there was no telling what Stacy might come up with too.  "Stacy, come on, please.  I didn't make you go back there and bang that guy."

"Oh don't worry Liv, it's not like I'm going to make you do anything you haven't done yet." Redirecting her attention back to Carl, Stacy said, "So Carl, I can suggest anything at all?"

"Why not?  What would you like to see her do?"

"I don't know, where would you like to start?"

"How's this for starters.  I already made her sit for a couple of minutes flashing her pussy to just about everyone in the restaurant, which she did quite well I might add, but I'm not sure if we should stop there.  How about if you play with your pussy, get that engine revved up a bit?  Huh, what do you say sweetheart?  Think you can manage that?"

"Here?  Seriously?"

"Yeah, unless you're not woman enough to handle it?" Carl taunted.  

"No I think I can handle it thank you," she replied sarcastically.  Looking over, all eyes at the tables directly across from her were on her.  She'd never publicly masturbated before but today she suspected, would be full of "firsts".  Scooting her butt to the edge of the seat, Olivia proceeded to reach under the hem of her skirt and pull it back until her fingers came into contact with her privates.  As expected she was already moist from her previous exhibition, and when her fingers found her slit, she felt the immediate touches exhilarating.  Sliding her fingers up and down her outer folds, Olivia concentrated on the feelings she was creating as she gazed down absently at her plate.  Starting slowly, she traced her fingers up and down her sex, enjoying the subtle stimulations each area produced.  Sliding up from the bottom of her slit, Olivia felt the moisture beginning to slip from her lips as she drew her fingers up to her clit.  Soft moans escaped her parted lips as her golden hair gently fell over her shoulders as she leaned forward, enjoying her actions.  Fireworks were starting to flare out from her pussy as she toyed with her clit, her fingers drawing small concentrated circles around the tender nub of flesh.  
Olivia felt Carl's hand on her knee and guide it open until her knees were more than should width apart.  Her hand was in the way, blocking people's view, but there was no mistaking that she was pleasuring herself in the middle of the restaurant.  

"Look up doll-face, check out your adoring fans."

Olivia heard his words and let them slowly register as she focused on her slit.  Lifting her head and glancing over, Olivia saw every pair of eyes on her, some were making eye contact, most were staring directly between her legs, and it was exciting.  

"That ought to be enough princess.  You can stop now."

Olivia wasn't sure she wanted to stop as she felt her arousal growing.  It was her arousal that brought the Queen out in full force.  Even for a newfound slut like Olivia Hastings, she knew you couldn't be a mega-slut twenty-four hours a day, you just couldn't stay that horny all the time.  But when she started feeling like this, like she was right now, she knew what she needed, sex, and lots of it. 

"Well princess, I think that's enough for now.  You can take your hands off that pretty cunt of yours."

Olivia hesitated for a minute, not sure if she wanted to stop her public display.  All the pain she was feeling in her pussy earlier in the day was gone.  In its place was the same tingling feeling she had the other night when Carl had stuffed that same white powder in her.  It made her horny then, and it was doing the same thing now.  She was right on the edge of getting into that sexual fog she'd experienced her first day working the motel and truck stop.  Just acting, not thinking, finding the next guy to please, and the next cock to stuff in her pussy.  Oh yes, she was right there now she figured as she sat there with her legs still parted, allowing everyone to continue staring at her cunt.

Carl continued, "I'm quite sure by now everyone in here knows you aren't wearing panties, and I bet you're all fired up down there now right about now, aren't you sweetheart?"

"Yeah," Olivia whispered, wondering where he was going with this tangent.  Hopefully it would involve something fleshy and tubular that she could tuck in between her legs.

"How about we cool you down a little bit," he suggested as he dug out an ice cube from his soda.  "Here, push this up into your puss and put that fire out.  But hold it up so anyone looking can see what it is and where you are putting it."

Olivia was ready for anything after the show she'd put on for everyone, and took the chunk of ice from Carl's hand.  It was solid, but at least it wasn't too big, but it was pretty friggin cold!  As instructed Olivia held the ice cube up between her fingers.  Even those behind her that hadn't seen her exhibition would now wonder why she was holding up an ice cube.  Lifting her foot up onto Carl's seat, Olivia spread her legs apart and reached up under her skirt and brought the ice cube up to pussy.  "Holy shit!" Olivia barked as the ice touched her sensitive labia, and sent immediate shivers throughout her body.  The melting ice cube was getting slipperier by the second as she pushed the cube between her folds searching for her entrance.  With her body tensing up and her legs trying to close up all on their own, Olivia gave a push and popped the shrinking cube into her vagina, her legs snapping shut as soon as the cube was seated inside.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe how fucking cold that is!  Jesus Christ!" Olivia said through gritted teeth.  She could already feel the cold water start to flood the inside of her pussy and start to work its way out through her labia.  It was amazing how such a little thing could produce such an overwhelming experience like that.  It made Stacy's squirming seem benign in comparison.

"Ok, you done your bitching yet?"

"I guess, but holy shit that freezes you from the inside out.  I'm actually shivering, and look at the goose bumps on my arms!" Olivia squawked as she held up her arms.

"Well then you better ask somebody over there to warm you up right, from the inside.  Which one should it be Stacy?  Who do you think should have the honors of warming up our chilly little penguin here?"

"You mean right here, right now?" 

"Sure, why not.  The bathroom was good enough for you to fuck in, why not Olivia?  Look at her squirming in her seat, she really needs a flesh heater, don't you think?"

"Uhhmm yeah, I think so," she said mischievously.

"So who should it be then?"

"I don't know, there are so many good choices over there.  Which one do you think?"

"I'm not sure, maybe we should have Olivia go ask somebody herself?" he said looking at Stacy.  Turning to Olivia, he gave her a little nudge, "Go on, get over there and find somebody who can help you out!"

Reluctantly Olivia got up, not that she was reluctant about finding a guy to have sex with, but she was physically having a hard time concentrating with the freezing cold ice cube melting away inside her cunt.  The water was starting to run down the inside of her thigh as she walked over to the other side of the restaurant.  With all eyes on her and without knowing what to say, Olivia blurted out, "I need help in the bathroom, can one of you guys help me?"

"I'll help you dear, come with me," said a feminine voice.  Olivia spun on her heels as a hand clamped down on her wrist.  It was a dowdy looking woman who appeared to be in her late forties, and she was pulling her arm with her as she started to walk away.  

"Oh I'm sorry ma'am, I think you misunderstand," Olivia started to say as the woman just about dragged her off her feet.  Looking over at Carl and Stacy, they were both laughing and nodding their heads and motioning for her to follow the woman.

Shit, what the hell, how do I explain this?  "Ma'am, I don't think you understand what I was asking for.  I don't really need your help."

"Yes you do missy, I can tell, just come with me.  I know what you're problem is," the lady said as she pushed open the door to the ladies room and hauled Olivia inside.

Olivia found herself being pulled into the same stall where Stacy had just finished getting fucked not more than five minutes ago.  Olivia thought she could still smell the scent of sex in the air, or maybe that was just her.

"Ok missy what seems to be the problem?" the lady asked as closed the stall door, locking it in place before spinning around to face her.  

Olivia was caught completely off guard.  It had all happened so fast, she was supposed to ask one of the guys to come in and fuck and now this lady had her in here thinking she needed medical attention or something.  "Ma'am, I don't really need help, my friends were playing a joke sort of.  I was supposed to...uhmmm...I was supposed to ask one of the guys..."

"What dear?  You were supposed to ask one of those nice boys what?  To come in here and fuck your dirty little pussy like your friend had done?  Hmm, is that it?  Is that what you little sluts do these days for kicks?  Fuck boys in bathrooms!" the lady spat out at her.  Pushing Olivia up against the wall with more force than she ever thought the lady was capable of, she looked angry as she spat her venom.  

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, that's not what was going to happen at all, I swear!" Olivia pleaded as her back was pressed up against the same wall Stacy had just spent the last ten minutes getting fucked against.

"Don't lie to me little girly, I heard your friend in here fucking that boy, and I saw you flashing your dirty little cunt to everyone in the restaurant!  I even saw you put that ice cube in your twat too!  Do you think we're all stupid to not know what's going on?" she continued.  

"But, I...I just..."

"Save it little girl, I know what you were looking for and I know what you need and I'm going to give it to you!" the lady replied.

"Huh, what...?" Olivia started to reply, but it was too late.  With one last shove the woman dropped to her knees and pulled Olivia's skirt up to her waist exposing her naked pussy.  With one quick motion, her wet mouth was on her sex, latched on like a lamprey, sucking deeply.

"What are you...? Stop it!  Stop doing that!  Eeyah!" Olivia screamed out as she felt teeth clamp down on her clitoris.  

"Fight me again and I'll rip this fucking thing off, you got that missy?  Now stop being so ungrateful and shut your fucking mouth!" she chirped before latching back onto Olivia's cunt.

Unable to fight for fear of those sharp teeth tearing her precious flesh, Olivia closed her eyes and let the vile woman continue her tongue lashing.  She licked and sucked all over, going from her clit and then sinking down to her hot vagina and sticking her pink probe inside.  

She was actually pretty good at what she was doing Olivia realized as the woman toyed and teased her clit, alternating between techniques.  As repulsive as it was having an old woman eat her out, Olivia pretended it was some hot guy and resolved herself to let the woman finish so she could get the hell out of there.
Olivia felt her worming a finger up into her cunt and sighed as the pleasurable feelings overcame her revulsion.  A second finger was added to the first, then a third.  Within a few minutes she felt a fourth finger as the woman continued snaking her fingers in and out of her soaking wet box.  It felt like Sam was pressing his giant cock inside her with as many fingers as she felt stretching her pussy open.  It was an amazing experience, she could feel the woman's fingers pressing against the insides of her cunt walls.  She was doing something inside and it was making her orgasm roll forward like a freight train. "Oh my God, what are you doing?  Oh my God that feels so...Oh God I'm gonna...Uhgggggg!" Olivia groaned, her body convulsing as her orgasm began.  
It was everything she could do to keep standing while the nasty woman continued on between her legs, not relenting one bit as her orgasm pounded through her body.  "O fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she kept whispering as the pressure between her legs increased. 

With her eyes still closed Olivia felt her orgasm keep going and the pressure in her cunt increase.  She was afraid to open her eyes and look down for fear she'd see the woman's whole hand stuffed inside with as full as she felt.  It didn't matter, it was one of the best orgasms she'd ever had, and it was still going.  "You're killing me, oh God, it's still going, uhgggg."

What seemed like a very long orgasm finally began to subside and Olivia intrepidly looked down as she felt the hot mouth finally detach from her cunt.  Looking down, the woman's face was a mess, her makeup was all smeared and judging by the wetness, it looked like she'd urinated on her.  What was most disturbing was seeing the evil grin on her face and what was left of her arm still stuck up her cunt.  Only her wrist could be seen sticking out from her pussy.  Fuck, her whole hand is inside me!

With a chuckle she rotated her wrist around and Olivia could feel every movement as the mass of flesh inside of her moved around.  Little sparks shout out with every movement.  "Oh God, what are you doing to me in there...ughh...it feels...unbelievable," she panted.

"And all this time you thought guys were good at pleasing women.  Girl do you ever have a lot to learn," she said as she slowly extricated her hand from Olivia's sopping wet cunt, the delicate folds instantly closing up and returning to its normal pristine look.  "You sure can gush girl, you soaked me when you came.  It was like Niagara Falls down there.  I must look a mess.  Oh well, it'll be worth it when you return the favor."

"What!  What are you talking about?" Olivia questioned as the woman stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her down to the floor.  She wasn't any bigger than her, but for an old lady, she sure was strong.

Undoing her pants, the woman dropped them to the floor, underwear and all and stepped up.  "Exactly what I said, I did you, now it's your turn.  Eat my cunt and do a good job.  I'm not letting you out of here until you give me a good one.  You got that!"

"I can't do that I mean I can't."  Olivia's reply was cut short by the woman smacking her head against the tiled wall, and by the sudden thrust of her pussy up against her face.  Olivia barely had time to register the hairy bush in her face before the pain radiated out in all directions from the back of her head.  Her ears were ringing and her skull was throbbing from the collision of her head and the hard tiles behind her.  Her vision blurred and she saw stars as the woman's course pubic hair pressed against her face.  What was more surprising than the pain, was the smell, it was very strong, very musky as she tried to turn away from the source of the smell.

"Eat me bitch!  I'll bash your head through that wall if you don't get eating soon!"

Reluctantly Olivia turned her head so that she was facing the woman's crotch.  She was pinned under her and had barely any room to maneuver as her closed mouth came in contact with her floppy labia, her nose mashed up against her pubes.  

"That's it, open up and fucking eat me little girl.  It may be your first pussy, but I'll bet any money it won't be your last either.  A little whore like you could make some serious dough eating pussies like mine!"

What?  She called me a whore?  How does she know what I've been up to these days?  Olivia didn't have time to think about that again as the woman banged her head against the wall once more.  Without thinking, she opened up and tasted her first pussy.  It was a little bitter but not entirely repulsive as she ran her tongue through her thick labia and licked up towards her clit.  The heavy aroma was still overpowering her senses but she was sure she could get through this and escape from the nasty woman.

"Harder, lick my clit harder you dumb bitch, and stick your fingers into my cunt, just like I did to you."

Olivia complied and found the woman's sloppy hole and easily slipped her first two fingers inside.

"That's it, more, keep going, now you're starting to get the hang of it.  You're still shit at eating pussy but there's room for improvement," she cackled with her fingers still intertwined in Olivia's silky golden hair.
She kept at it and before long had figured out what the woman liked when it came to teasing her clit.  It was big and swollen and felt huge compared to her tiny little one as she rolled her tongue around it, lashing it with all the force her tongue could muster.  Her two fingers became three, then four as they easily buried themselves into her gaping maw.  

"That's it, fist that cunt bitch, fuck me with your fist."

Enough with the "bitch" talk woman.  I'll fist you alright.  I'll punch the shit out of your cunt at this rate!  Pressing her hand up, she found if she worked her fist in circles, she could push more and more of her tiny hand up and in.  Sure enough after some effort, she found her whole hand disappearing into the woman's orifice.  Fuck, I have my whole hand inside this bitch's twat!  Here it comes bitch, call me names!  With that, Olivia started to really pound her fist into the woman's cunt while at the same time beating up her clit with her teeth and tongue.

"Oh girl, oh wow, oh fuck yeah, now you got the hang of it.  Yeah keep that up and I'll be glazing your face just like you did mine."

Olivia missed the last comment with the old woman's thighs were pressed tightly around her head as she writhed from the assault Olivia was giving her crotch.  Olivia could feel her clammy skin pressed up against her cheeks and ears and feel the moisture leaking from her crotch as it ran down her cheeks to her neck.  She was going to have that vile smell all over her she realized as she continued punching her fist up into her cunt.

"Oh baby, here it comes.  Fuck yeah, fucking take that!" she said as she pulled up and away from Olivia's face and locked her cheeks between her thighs just as her orgasm hit.  Quickly the old woman rubbed her clit as her pussy unloaded a gusher down onto Olivia's unsuspecting face before quickly dropping her cunt back down onto her mouth again and grabbing her by the back of the head, trapping Olivia's face tightly against her gushing pussy.

Olivia had just barely had time to look up at the woman's dilapidated old cunt before a torrent of fluid rained down onto her face, splashing into her mouth, onto her face and running down into her golden hair.  And then just as quickly the floppy labia were in her mouth again before she even had a chance to spit out the watery fluid.  More of it gushed into her mouth and she was sure she was getting pee'd on before she realized after a few seconds it had no real taste.  With no option other than swallow, Olivia reflexively gulped down the warm fluid while the woman kept her cunt pressed tightly up against her.  The fluid from her nasty pussy was dripping and running all over her as she struggled for air with the fleshy pussy pressed tightly against her mouth.  Breathing in through her nose, Olivia found she was snorting up the liquid as she fought for breath.  It was in her sinuses and she could feel it rolling back down into her throat as the woman held her tightly, her thick pubes pressed up against her cute nose.

Finally releasing her hands from Olivia's head, the woman said, "God damn that was good.  If I had of known you'd catch on this fast, I would have had Carl bring you around sooner!  Fuck that was awesome.  Okay you can take your hand out of my cunt now little girl," she woman said with a grin across her jowly face.

Olivia felt her head freed from the woman's flabby thighs, and from the hands that had been holding her head like a vice, and gulped in precious air.  Catching her breath and clearing the last of the woman's fluid from her mouth and throat, her words sunk in and she found her voice.  "You know Carl?" she sputtered.

"Yeah, he's my ex.  We still talk and he told me about you.  He's right, you are a little gold mine."

Olivia could feel the woman's juices dripping down through her hair as well as her face and neck.  She was drenched in the stuff and it just added to the already pungent smell of her pussy that was already overpowering her senses. "What was all that stuff?  I know it's not pee, but what is it?" Olivia asked, still kneeling on the dingy bathroom floor.

"You really don't know much yet do you girl?  It's the same thing you did to me.  Some people call it squirting or gushing.  Doesn't matter what you call it really.  It happens usually when you orgasm, some women do it more than others and typically it happens when you're stimulating the g-spot when you cum.  You did it to me, can't you tell?" she asked pointing to her face.  

Olivia saw the woman's smeared makeup and sure she looked like shit, but she wasn't much to look at to start with. "But where does it come from?  I mean, does it come from where I pee?"

"Not sure exactly to be honest, but I know it's kinda like pussy tear ducts."
"Oh," was all Olivia could say.  Wiping the fluid from around her eyes, Olivia started to wonder about the Carl connection and whether or not this was all some elaborate setup of his?  "So did you know we were coming today?  Was this all planned?"

"No, it was just fortune smiling down on me, and you too."

"Why me too?" she said as she stood up and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wiped away as much of the remaining liquid from her face and neck as she could.

"Well, if you're going into business for yourself, you need to consider both sides of the equation.  There are plenty of women who would like to pay for sex with a sweet little thing like you.  Plus, eating pussy saves wear and tear on the equipment if you get my drift," she said as she patted Olivia's rear end.  "Go on now, I'm sure you have better things to do that stand around in a bathroom stall with and old woman like me."

"Sure, uh, thanks I guess," Olivia replied and opened up the stall door.  Walking past the mirror, Olivia glanced and saw she looked just about as bad as she expected.  What little makeup she had on was mostly rubbed off, her hair was wet and her lovely new tank top was covered in the woman's pussy juice.  She was the epitome of the expression "ridden hard and put away wet".  She was all that and more, the look and smell of her confirmed it.  She looked like a slut all of a sudden, smelled like one too for that matter.  It was The Queen grinning back at her from the mirror, she was happy once again, Olivia was not.  

She was momentarily on a different page than the Queen.   She was used to acting the part and loving it with men, now she was left confused.  She'd just been faced-fucked by a woman, and not even a hot one at that.  The woman wasn't unattractive per se, but looked like a typical white trash late-forty-ish woman with a big gut, hair that badly needed to see the inside of a salon, and clothes that looked like they'd been purchased from a thrift store.  She'd surprised and overpowered her before she even had a chance to figure out what to do.  It was rape in the true sense of the word.  She shoved her whole hand up her cunt, and so what if she'd given her a supremely huge orgasm, it wasn't consensual.

Olivia exited the bathroom when she heard the lady step out of the stall behind her, and headed for Stacy and Carl.  She knew she looked like shit and smelled even worse.  How can my pussy have almost no smell at all, and hers smell so...gross?  Walking towards their table, Olivia knew all eyes in the place were on her, she knew what she looked like and everybody who'd been there when the old lady marched her in there, knew they'd gone in together.  Stacy's jaw was hanging open by the time she got back and sat down.  

"What the hell happened to you?  Why are you all wet?  And, oh God, what is that smell?"

"I recognize that.  That's my Betty you got on there," Carl chirped in.

"Who's Betty?" Stacy asked glancing at Carl then back over to Olivia.

"Carl's ex, according to her," Olivia responded.

"Yep, Betty always had the strongest smelling pussy I ever experienced.  Doesn't seem to have changed much judging by what's wafting off of you.  Ah here she comes now."

The woman known as Betty walked up to the table and had apparently spent more time cleaning up than Olivia had and actually looked presentable.  With a hushed voice she said to Carl, "That's one in a million you got there hon, keep her busy, I think she needs it.  Her pussy was begging for attention when I dragged her in there and she didn't disappoint either.  Took her a while to get the hang of eating pussy though, but she did pretty good by the end.  She got me to squirt all over her too!  Poor thing didn't even want to wash it off.  Guess she wants to wear my pussy cream like a badge of honor!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia saw Stacy's head whip around in her direction, but chose to ignore her, knowing full well the expression she had burned into her face.  It was a sobering experience, being seen like this in public, being embarrassed like this.  Her fantasy of being a slut, of being the Queen, was convenient and welcome behind closed doors, this was public, and this was right in front of her best friend.  It was easy to be a slut in front of guys, that's what she was, or at least who she wanted to be.  But this woman had changed that, and changed it publicly.  She was a carpet-muncher now and everybody in here knew it.  It was an embarrassment the likes of which she'd never felt before.  

Where was the Queen now?  Where was she when she needed her to make herself feel like this was...acceptable?  A true slut wouldn't differentiate between men and women.  She had planned on fucking some guy, any guy, the first one to stand up.  She was ready to take any guy who wanted her, back into that bathroom and fuck him just because Carl said to.  Why the sudden change of heart she wondered?  Why did this one bad experience have to go and change her whole perspective?  Suck it up slut, it's just one bad encounter.  

"I like how she looks Betty, she looks good doused in your stuff.  Lord knows I wore enough of it in my day," said Carl with a chuckle.  "You're right though, she's one in a million, and Olivia, just so you know, I had no idea things were going to work out like this.  It certainly wasn't planned.  I was going to introduce you guys properly, but things kinda worked out better than I could've hoped."

"No plans huh?  How did your ex- just happen to be here then?" Olivia asked, her wet tank still clinging to her chest like glue, the scent of his ex's vagina still hanging heavily in the air under her nose.  She was still feeling the emotional trauma of being violated unwillingly, but with Stacy sitting next to her, she was starting to feel her edge soften.

"This is her place.  She owns it.  Why else do you think I know this shit-hole so well?  Pretty decent food, plus the ole' lady throws me freebies now and again."

"Thanks Carl, you're as sweet as always," she laughed.  "Now why don't you take this young lady  somewhere and get her cleaned up.  Get her some decent dick too, nothing from those low-life's you hang around."

"Nah, she looks too good just the way she is, besides, we had a bet, and she lost it, now I have her for the rest of the day to do with as I please, and she can't say no."

"Oh, tough luck then kid.  Try to take it easy on her would ya?  I might have been a little rough on her back there and she probably deserves you going easy on her."

"It's not my fault she lost the bet but don't worry, I'll be gentle on her.  What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"You could make her eat my cunt again!" Betty cackled quietly.

Olivia wanted so badly to shout out, "Yeah that IS about the worst thing!"  But for all she knew, Carl might make her do just that!  One thing was certain, Olivia was not into girls, of any age.  It was a learning experience and one that she'd never forget, and until she could get to a shower, it would be one she'd have a hard time forgetting.  The woman's smell seemed glued to the insides of her nostrils and she was reminded of it with every inhalation.  Her first experience with a woman had repulsed her so much that all of the good horny feelings she'd had all afternoon were gone.  It had been what?  Fifteen minutes, tops?  And all her horniness had vanished.

"Alright girls, time to get rolling, we have an afternoon of fun still ahead.  Hey Betty, you still have the Shaggin' Waggon?"

"That old piece of shit van you mean?  Yeah, I still use it for deliveries now and then.  It's parked out back.  Why?"

"Oh I thought maybe doll-face could put it to good use.  Mind if I borrow it later?"

"Yeah, but bring it back with the tank full.  And have it back by eleven.  I like to know where my assets are parked," she said digging a set of keys out of her pocket, and pulling a single key off the ring.

"Oh, I'm not taking it now, if I need it, I'll come back for it later," he said as he pocketed the key.  "Thanks Betty, you're still the best," Carl said as he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go girls," Carl said as he ushered the girls to stand and get going.
Olivia gazed over at the table of guys who'd been ogling her during her public display of sluttiness and they seemed fairly disappointed at her sudden departure as she walked towards the door.  Her legs still seemed a little rubbery from her orgasm and her pussy was definitely tingling from the fisting she'd received.  Shit, I didn't even think that was possible!  She's as nasty as they come, but she does know her way around a pussy.

Walking up to Carl's car, Olivia climbed into the front passenger seat while Stacy assumed her place in the back.  The car shifted as Carl's bulk found the driver's seat.  "Ok, gorgeous, lose the bra and the skirt.  You can keep the shirt on for now.  We don't want too much attention from passersby reporting my license plate because there's a naked girl driving around with me.  

Olivia looked over at him.  It was nice to be back in the presence of a male pig who wanted her body.  His ex had freaked her out and she was glad to be rid of her, although being rid of her would require some degree of bathing since her stink was still all over her body.  Reaching under her tank top, Olivia unsnapped the hook and pulled her bra out through her arm holes.  The skirt came next and Olivia deposited the articles on the floor by her feet. The seat was nice and toasty from sitting in the direct sun, so it actually felt nice on her bare skin.  Olivia looked down at her tanned legs and the white V-shape of her hairless crotch.  It looked so inviting, well, except for the lipstick marks surrounding her pussy.  "Carl, do you still have those paper towels in your trunk?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Your ex left lipstick around my crotch and I'd like to clean up a little."
Ah leave it, it'll get worn off soon enough.  Why don't you put your feet up on the dash and give me some room to work," he said.  Carl put his big beefy hand directly on her pussy and started to toy with her cunt.  "Put your window down too, we could use the fresh air."

Olivia put the window down and reclined the seat a little too.  If she was going to be toyed with, she might as well enjoy it properly.

After five minutes of his expert manipulations, Olivia was lost in her land of horniness again.  With her head thrown back and her eyes closed, Olivia let herself go and let Carl whisk away her recent bathroom trauma with some good `ole pussy tickling.  Out of the fog, she heard a forgotten voice coming from the back seat.  

"So what's the plan?" Stacy asked.  

"I honestly don't know.  I was thinking we could drive around and find guys for your friend here to fuck, but I hadn't really though that far ahead."  
Olivia had re-found her earlier arousal and was completely lost in Carl's manipulations.  Her hands were gently groping at her breasts through her tank top as she lay there, her legs spread obscenely as they sat there in the car, still in the restaurant parking lot.  The sun felt glorious on her naked loins, and the birds were chirping away in the trees nearby as Olivia remained reclined on the seat with her eyes closed and enjoying a very rewarding experience.  It as a vast improvement over the humiliating experience from inside the restaurant.  And even though Betty had given her a huge orgasm, it had left such a negative caste over her.  She needed this now, to get her back on track and out of her funk.  It was so relaxing and enjoyable, she was certain she could have stayed like that for the rest of the day.

"Hey Olivia, you have your admirers back," Stacy offered from behind her.  

Opening her heavy eyes, Olivia saw the three guys standing a few feet from the open window watching her as she got her pussy rubbed.  The completely satisfied look on her face said it all.  She was in her glory and the Queen was completely in charge.  She stared at them while Carl continued pleasuring her pussy, his thick fingers drumming lightly over her clit, and occasionally dipping down into her cunt.  It was so erotic to be watched by these guys as she was pleasured.

"Hey guys, my hand is getting tired.  One of you guys mind taking over?" Carl called out.

The boys leapt at the open window, each fighting to be the one to get their hands on her beautiful clean shaven cunt.  Olivia didn't even move a muscle as she continued laying there, her legs spread just about as wide as she could get them in the confined space.  While one successfully reached in a dipped down into her cleft, another not quite as lucky one managed to reach in and grab onto a breast.  Olivia pulled her tank top up so he could have proper access and swooned as he pinched her pink erect nipple.  The guy at her crotch didn't go for her clit like Carl had been so expertly manipulating, instead going straight for her pussy and sliding two fingers in deep.

Olivia groaned as he started working his fingers in and around her cunt, twisting and pushing, trying his best to get her worked up.  Silly boys, didn't they knew they had the Queen of the Sluts in their presence?  Olivia was ready to fuck and needed nothing more to get her going.  Her pleading look at Carl made his next decision an easy one.

"Hey guys, you want to fuck her?"

"Hell ya!  You mean right here?" the guy fingering her cunt asked.

"Naw, I have the perfect place around back.  Follow me," Carl said as he opened his door and got out of the car.   "Olivia put your skirt on, and come on out of the there.  Stacy, you want to watch?"

"Uh, I'm not sure..." Stacy said leaning forward so she could be heard through the open window.

"Come on, you might learn something," he said opening her door.  Stacy felt like she was on the spot with Carl and the guys watching her.  Hell, it's not like I have to do anything, why not?  Stepping out, Stacy watched Olivia squirming her way into her skirt before pushing open the door and stepping out of the car with a huge smile on her face.  She looked happier than a kid on Christmas morning with the way she hurried up to Carl as he made his way around the back on the building.  The guys were hesitant to follow, but knew the pussy was going to that way, so follow they did.  Stacy brought up the rear, better to be out of the way when dicks were about to start flying she thought.  She knew the hard way how little resistance she had when stuff like that started happening.  She'd fucked Nick and now Brad with virtually no hesitation with just the "heat of the moment" as her excuse.

Olivia was excited, the moment was here, the Queen was in charge and she was up for anything, no matter how extreme.  Carl knew how to show her a good time and she had faith he'd get her fucked just right, now that she was primed and ready.

Carl led the group to a 90's era Dodge van, replete with custom artwork painted on the side.  It was as tacky as they came.  Unlocking and opening the side doors, Carl stepped in and put the key in the ignition and turned it to "on".   "Check this out," he said and pressed a button on a console next to a worn leather bench seat.  A whirring noise started and the bench started to fold down into three sections until it lay flat.  "This is what I call the "Love Machine", complete with fold down bed.  Olivia why don't you strip down and climb on up in there."

With nobody other than their tightly packed little group in sight, Olivia pulled down her skirt and slipped off her tank leaving her bare-assed naked.  Her white B-cup boobs contrasted nicely against her bronzed skin, her pink nipples pointing upwards defying gravity, as she casually tossed the two garments inside.  Pausing for a moment to give the guys a good look at her naked body, Olivia climbed in and jumped up onto the leather bed.  It felt warm and soft on her skin as she rolled over onto her side, waiting for whomever would be first.  It was very comforting to know that she could get back to the way things are supposed to be like, sex with a man, and leave her woman-rape behind.

"Why don't you kids get in there and get out of the open.  I'll be inside talking to the ex, come and get me when you're done."

"But...," Stacy started to say before Carl started to walk away.  He turned around and never looked back, not even acknowledging her "but".  He was her safety blanket in case one of the guys tried something, now she was alone with them, so was Olivia.  She couldn't leave her friend out here alone with these guys either.  He'd done it on purpose.  The three guys were already inside before Stacy got her feet moving.  There were two sets of captain chairs, one each for the driver and front passenger, then two directly behind, and they swiveled.  Of course they did, Stacy thought.  There was one guy on the bed already rubbing Olivia's right tit and one guy leaning up against the dash, blocking the front two seats, leaving only an empty rear seat for Stacy to sit in, it was also a front-row seat for the action that was about to start.

Stacy sat down and watched as Olivia laid there enjoying the breast massage.  Within a few minutes, clothes were being shed by the guys and dicks were hanging out in all directions.  Stacy watched as Olivia started stroking the shaft of the guy on the bed with her.  He must have been pretty horned up because he was already hard and ready to go.

Olivia was in her element.  Her guy, whom she forgot to get a name from, was hard as nails and ready to fuck.  "Let me suck you a little and get you nice and ready," she purred.  Adjusting his position, his seven inch cock was in front of her face in no time and just as quickly Olivia felt it slide between her lips.  The soft head felt so nice and squishy as she gently sucked on it, feeling the blood drain from it as she applied suction.  The rest of his shaft felt so hard as she slid her lips down as far as she could manage.  The big head nestled into the hollow in the back of her throat as she coated his cock with her saliva.  She didn't really need to get him very wet, her pussy was already leaking like a tap in anticipation.  "Ok, big boy, get on top and fuck me hard."

Stacy watched as the guy pulled his glistening cock from her friend's mouth and moved down the bed between her friend's legs.  Olivia's hands went to his shaft and guided him inside.  It seemed to slide in nice and easy from her vantage point.  Olivia grunted and moaned as his tool buried itself in one smooth stroke all the way inside.  Stacy was entranced as she watched the guy start to fuck into her best friend.

Olivia was in heaven, this was just the way it was supposed to be, just her and a guy, and a decently good looking one too!  His hard cock sliding into her cunt, and there were two more waiting to take their turn after she was done after this one!  Yes, this was exactly what she needed.  His cock was sliding in and there was no pain, so either she was healed up, or the white powder was working its magic.  She was feeling nothing but pure pleasure in her pussy.

Stacy was feeling her own excitement building from watching her best friend getting fucked.  Neither girl knew the name of the guy sliding his cock home and as a spectator, Stacy could care less.  Olivia apparently didn't care either as she'd just laid back and opened her legs up for the guy.  There were no pleasantries exchanged, Olivia had just told him to get down there and fuck her and so he did.  It looked way too easy to act that way, and judging from the sounds and actions of her friend, she was in ecstasy as she writhed under his pendulous assault.  That's not for me, be strong Stacy, be strong.  That's not what I want.  I don't want to be a slut.  I don't want to be a slut, like her.

Olivia was oblivious to the other three people in the van, all she was focused on was the guy hovering over her, sliding his cock into her cunt so smoothly and effortlessly.  It felt so good, such raw and powerful sensations filling her up, feeding her appetite, feeding the Queen what she wanted.  The earlier trauma from the bathroom and that woman and her smelly pussy were a world away.

Stacy sat there, feeling aroused by the sight before her.  Now was not the time to be feeling that way as she spotted the guy in the next chair start rubbing his semi-erect cock.  Looking down, Brad was seated on the floor between their chairs with his cock out as well.  It was no more than twenty or thirty minutes ago that he'd flooded her pussy with his seed, and it looked like he was getting ready for more with how hard he was stroking his cock.  

Staring down at it, it was hard to believe that it had just been in her most intimate place.  It had been hot, it had been sexy.  He'd taken her and it had felt amazing.  She'd been so worked up that she couldn't stop him, and when he said he was going to fuck her, she felt powerless.  She didn't want to do it, she just couldn't say no to him.  If he insisted again, would she be able to say no this time?  

"Didn't get enough the first time I see.  Want to see it again Stacy?"

Looking up, it was Brad and he'd caught her staring at his cock, it was very pale like the rest of him, as all red-heads tend to be.  It was her first time really seeing one up close, and it was more than just fascinating to the young girl, she felt the draw Olivia had talked about.  She wanted to touch it, to feel it's soft spongy head again, to feel the steely hardness of his shaft under the soft skin on top.  Barely able to take her eyes off it, Stacy just nodded her head as his hand slowly stroked up and down its length.

"Very nice, help me out then," he said, getting up off his butt, and assuming a kneeling position.  "Here, get off the chair and face me so I can watch you working my cock.

Stacy got down from her chair and knelt in front of Brad and reached out.  He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock and gripped her fist showing her how much pressure he wanted.  Stacy loved the feel of it as she put her other hand on his stick.  She stared at it in her hands as they worked up and down its length.  It didn't seem anywhere near as big as the rod that she saw slide into Olivia a few moments ago, but it had every bit of her attention.

"Oh yeah baby, you sure know how to stroke a cock.  Oh yeah, keep that up and I'm gonna have to fuck you again," he said.

There, he said it again Stacy acknowledged.  He said he's going to fuck me again.  Now's the time to get out Stacy. Get out now if you don't want that to happen.  Her hands never stopped for a second while her thoughts lingered on staying or leaving.  Stacy watched as Brad grabbed for her shorts and quickly had them undone.  His hands were down the front of her underwear in a flash.  "Ohhhh," she moaned as his fingers found her pussy once again.  It was happening again and she felt powerless to stop herself.  His touches were magical and his flesh felt intoxicating in her hands.

"Help me out here Stu," Brad said as he tried working her shorts down.

Stacy felt the guy named Stu get in behind her and slowly work her shorts and underwear down her hips and down to her knees.  What came next she'll never understand.  Stu whispered into her ear, "Lift your knees up," and she did.  He pulled her shorts and underwear completely off and then began rubbing her ass cheeks.  It felt amazing, two guys were teasing her flesh and it was like some kind of drug, highly pleasurable and addictive at the same time.  

She felt Stu's hands move up her torso under her shirt and slowly lift it up to her shoulders.  Stacy felt like a rag doll as she allowed him to pull her arms through the arm holes so he could take her shirt off.  Her hands went immediately back to Brad's cock and started stroking it once again, Brad's hands never once leaving her pussy and her swollen clitty.  It begged for his attention and she could feel her pussy getting very swampy.

She felt her bra unsnap and Stu pulled it down her arms exposing her breasts.  His hands went to her nipples and started tugging at them eliciting a cat-like purring sound from her.   She felt a hand grab one of hers and pull it behind her.  Waiting for her hand was another steely flesh tube and she gladly accepted it into her palm.  She was double-fisting cock and couldn't have been happier.

"How about showing me what that sweet mouth can do baby?" Brad asked as he gently pushed down on her shoulders from her kneeling position, until she was down on all fours.

Oh God, he wants me to suck on his cock!  I can't do that!  "Ugghhh," she moaned.  Somebody's fingers had found her cunt and she felt one slide inside.  "Oh God that feels so nice," she groaned as the finger started sawing in and out of her soaking wet cunt.  

"Oh yeah, that's how nice your mouth is going to feel on my cock, now get sucking baby.  I know you can do it," Brad urged pushing a little harder on her shoulders.

Stacy found her body being bent forward as Brad pushed her mouth closer and closer to his cock.  She had to finally let go of his cock or find herself falling forward. As her hand hit the floor, she found she was eye to eye with his tool and it was wet and waiting for her.  He pushed it forward and it was in her face waiting for her mouth.  Stacy felt compelled to do as Brad said and opened her mouth up.  It was hot and just as spongy as she expected it to be as the knobby head slid inside.  She could taste him and it was a mixture of her own pussy combined with his spermy residue.  It was much easier to handle than she expected.  He wasn't trying to jam it down her throat, he was just letting her do what she wanted with it.

Behind her, Stacy felt Stu keep working his finger in and out of her pussy, although at this point she couldn't tell if it was one finger or two.  Her hand was still holding onto his cock, although in her bent over position, she couldn't do much to keep up her efforts of stroking it.  That didn't seem to be an issue as Stacy felt the cock her hand was attached to get closer and closer to her pussy.  He was going to fuck her pussy and she couldn't stop him.  She felt the blunt end butt up against her soaking wet gash and poke between her labia.  A gentle shove and the tip of his cock started to spear her pussy open.  Stacy groaned around Brad's cock as she felt Stu's thick cock push inwards, her soaking wet pussy giving him lots of lubricant to make the trip to fully seat his cock into her cunt.

She was getting double fucked in the back of a hot van by two guys she'd just met and she was for the moment, able to ignore her guilt about it.  The cock in her mouth was slowly sliding in and out, all thanks to Brad with his hips rising and falling, pushing his cock back and forth into her mouth.  She wanted to be able to focus on both, but found she was unable to concentrate on anything other than Stu's cock as it sluiced in and out of her juicy cunt.

Olivia knew something was going on behind her and it involved Stacy.  Looking over her shoulder, she was shocked to see what it was.  She had the red-head's cock in her mouth while the other guy was pounding into her cunt.  She was grunting away and seemed to be enjoying herself.  "Way to go Stace, save some for me, I want some of that two on one action!"

"Not till I'm done fucking you baby," her guy said.  Olivia still didn't know his name, and didn't particularly care either as long as he kept pounding her pussy the way he was.  "Roll over so I can fuck you doggy style.  You can watch your friend getting fucked better."

"Sounds good to me," Olivia replied as she let her guy pull his engorged cock from her cunt and let her roll over.  She let her guy position her body just the way her wanted her, on all fours before he sunk his cock back into her bald pussy.  It was fun watching Stacy getting fucked, she was a natural at it.  She could use a little work on her blow job technique she thought, but not bad for a first effort.  Olivia felt her guy probe a wet finger into her anus and gently push inside.  She enjoyed having her asshole played with and if this was a precursor to anal sex, well that was just fine too.  "Are you gonna fuck my ass or are you just teasing me back there?"

"You do anal baby?" he asked.

"I've done it before, take it easy until I get used to it.  You're pretty big and I don't want you tearing me up back there," she replied.  It was a lie, she'd taken Carl's cock in her ass a few times and his was way bigger than this guy's.  Sure enough Olivia felt him pull out of her cunt and push the wet crown up against her sphincter and gently push.  Relaxing her ass, Olivia felt it pop inside and before long, had him buried to the hilt in her sexy ass.  He resumed the same slow and steady pace that he'd used to fuck her cunt and truthfully Olivia found it getting a little tedious.  Not that she wanted him to pound the shit out of her ass, but at least she wanted something a little more aggressive.

Wanting more, Olivia piped up, "Hey Red, how about you come over here and double team me for a change, give my friend a break."  The guy named Brad pulled his cock out of Stacy's mouth and gingerly stepped around his buddy as he plowed the boobless brunette from behind.  Stacy's grunting got a whole lot louder without the cock in her mouth and she kept the whole van entertained with her moaning and groaning.

Brad stepped up thinking he was getting another mouth to bury his cock into, only to find Olivia had other plans.  

"I'm not sucking it Red, I'm fucking it.  I want it in my pussy.  So how do we do this?" Olivia asked them both.

"Follow my lead," the guy in her ass said and wrapped both arms around her waist and sat backwards until his butt hit the seat.  Olivia found herself impaled on his cock in a sitting position, his pubes pressed tightly up against her asshole.  "Ok, move forward until we're both at the edge of the seat."
Olivia scooted forward until her legs hung loosely over the edge of the seat, and kept drawing her body forward until only the guy she was sitting on was still on the seat, his arms and her own legs (and the cock in her ass) supporting her weight.  Brad stepped up and pushed his cock into her pussy, her cunt eating it up hungrily.  "Oh God that feels so neat.  I feel so full."  Looking down, Olivia could see Brad's cock embedded in her bald pussy and wondered how they were going to do this.  "So what now?"

"It's all up to you.  Can you stand up?" her butt-buddy asked.

"Yeah I think so," she said as she planted her feet on the ground.  Using her strong legs, Olivia eased her body up, she could feel the two cocks slowly start to slide out of her two holes.  Squatting back down she felt them press back inside.  "Oh that feels so fucking awesome," she said as Brad grabbed onto her nipples and began rolling them between his fingers.  "Ooohh, yeah like that," she purred.  Her left hand went to her crotch and started working her clit while her right went around Brad's neck, keeping her upright.  "I'm gonna cum so hard guys.  Pu-please don't cum until I do, ok?" Olivia pleaded as her legs pistoned up and down driving their cocks deeply into her body.

With her back to the action Stacy was getting really worked up as Stu continued to pound her gash.  His hand was reaching around her waist and was working her clit.  She was about to cum and she was resisting it.  It was the oddest thing, she had repressed her guilt about getting fucked by these guys, cumming would acknowledge that she truly enjoyed it.  No, only a slut would enjoy this and I'm not a slut.  Maybe Olivia is happy being a slut but I'm not a slut.  But damn this feels good!  It felt like Stu was really working hard on her clit trying to get her to cum and it was working.  Stacy tried her best to resist it but couldn't as she felt her orgasm coming on fast.

Olivia wasn't far behind as she impaled her body on the two hard cocks in each of her holes, her fingers rapidly dancing over her clit and Brad's fingers pinching her nipples as she felt her own orgasm barreling forward.  Olivia heard Stacy scream out signaling her orgasm had finally hit her, and then as if on cue felt her own orgasm break over her.  Her tired legs giving out and her body dropping down onto the guys' cocks.  She felt Brad's fingers grip her breasts firmly and it helped make her orgasm incredibly powerful.  "Oh God, pinch my nipples.  Pinch them harder!  Oh God!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.  I'm cumming so hard!" she screamed out as her body jerked back and forth.

Olivia's muscles clamped down on the cocks spearing into her body and it was too much for the guy in back as his cock started throbbing into her asshole.  Olivia flopped backwards and let the guy behind her hold her up as she was physically spent.

Stacy was still glowing from her orgasm when she heard Stu grunt and push his cock in as deep as he could seat it and then she felt it pulsing.  He was cumming in her pussy and depositing his potent seed in her baby maker.  Thank God Carl got me those birth control pills or else I'd be fucked right now!  Ha ha, I'm pretty funny, I am getting fucked right now!  At least I still have my sense of humor!

Olivia felt Brad pull out of her pussy and then her nameless ass-fucker roll her over onto her front.  She needed a breather and a chance for her tired muscles to recover before she did anything else.  Before she got the chance however, she felt someone climb onto her back and then a cock poke between her legs.  Looking over her shoulder Olivia saw it was Brad and he still needed to cum.  "I don't have much left in the tank, but you're welcome to climb on," she announced.

Brad's cock slid right back into her pussy and he didn't have the patience for a long slow fuck like her still-nameless guy as he started pounding her pussy hard and fast.  "Oh yeah, that's what I like, pound me hard like that."  Olivia laid there feeling his smooth cock pistoning in and out of her pussy.  It was so nice just laying there feeling him work her cunt with his cock.  This is fun, this is what it's all about, just plain old fun sex.  Getting fucked hard and often.  This is what I was made for.

Olivia rested her body, keeping still as Brad floored his cock into her depths.  With one mighty thrust she felt his cock start to throb and knew she'd claimed his prize. He was bathing her womb with his seed and she was loving it.  Fill me up with that man seed, fill me up until I'm overflowing with it.  Give it to me, give me your cum.  "Fuck yeah Red, fill me up with your cum.  Give it to me," she purred.

"Wow, you're one crazy chick.  You really want my cum in you?" he said as he left his wilting cock buried in her soupy hole.

"Fuck yeah, why not?  I love it when a guy cums in me, it makes me feel sexy." Olivia said as she partially rolled over on her side.

"Sweet, we have all day if you want more cum in you," the guy who'd just pulled out of Stacy's pussy said.

"Sounds like a nice offer but the rest of my day is already planned, sorry guys, maybe some other time?" Olivia offered.

"Yeah sure.  Think you might want to come party over at our place?  We could bring a few friends over and make it a proper party.  You could get all the cum you wanted, both of you," Brad offered.

"Sure, you got a phone number I can get?" Olivia asked as she slowly crawled out from under Brad, his limp cock slipping from her bald hole.  Reaching for her purse, Olivia pulled out her cell phone and went to enter the guy's phone number. 

Punching in the digits Olivia felt inspired.  "Hey guys, can I get a picture of you guys with us?"

"How come?" Stu asked as he absently played with his cock.

"A scrap book of sorts.  I don't want to forget you guys, just in case I don't ever see you again."

"Yeah, but I didn't have sex with you," Stu said as he eyed Olivia's body.

"Think you can get it up again before we have to go?"

"I can try," he replied.

Thirty minutes later Olivia had fucked Stu and taken his cum into her pussy, and even got ass-fucked again by the other guy who turned out to be named Dale.  Brad wanted Stacy again and she couldn't say no and let him pile into her pussy.  He'd already cum twice in less than an hour and barely eked out a third for her.  Olivia ended up with some interested photos including some action shots with Stu in her cunt and Dale in her ass.  Stacy even allowed herself to be photographed sitting there naked holding Brad and Stu's cocks in her hands.

By the time the girls dressed and left the van, Olivia could add three more guys to her tally and Stacy two, bringing her total to four guys in two days.  Olivia's was far beyond that at thirty-three guys to date.

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Walking back inside the restaurant, the girls found Carl sitting there chatting with his ex.  

"So how'd you girls make out?" he asked looking from one to the other.  They looked pretty well spent already, and it was still so early.  Giving both girls the once over, Carl noticed the trail of sperm sliding down Olivia's inner thigh.

"I did all three of them, Stacy did two," Olivia said matter of factly.  Stacy blushed and looked away when she caught Carl winking at her.

"Alright Betty, time for us to run, I got two horned up girls who need some more attention before the day gets old.  See ya babe," he said as he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  "Let's go girls," Carl said as he headed for the exit, both girls filing along behind him.  Both girls contemplated Carl's "horned up" comment and had very different thoughts about it.  

Horned up?  What makes him think I'm horned up?  Jesus, if anything, I think I'm done having sex until I get married!  Stacy was wishing she'd tossed her panties, they were soaked through and seemed to be collecting more moisture as Brad's second cum shot seeped out.  They were already wet enough from the first go around, now they were positively drenched.  How does Olivia put up with this?  Oh yeah, she doesn't wear any, she thought as she walked out into the warm summer air and out to Carl's waiting piece of shit car.

Olivia was all smiles, she felt alive again as her body attempted to recover from the last event, and get ready for whatever Carl had up his sleeve next.  It was one of the most enjoyable things she'd ever done with her best friend, and certainly the most erotic.  Maybe Stacy will be my partner in crime after all?  She certainly came through with flying colors in the van!  She looked so hot getting fucked from behind by that Stu guy, and he was no flyweight in the penis department either, and she took him no problem!  

Her pussy was tingling from the aftereffects of getting fucked so many times but thankfully it wasn't sore anymore.  Still, it wouldn't hurt to put some more of that powder inside just in case she needed it.

Piling into the car, Carl immediately ordered Olivia's feet up on the dashboard with her legs spread wide, just to inspect her he said.  Olivia didn't mind, she was still leaking cum and what better way to get it all out?  Grabbing one of the paper towels, Olivia dabbed at the milky colored fluid that was slowly seeping out of her pink slit.  The chunky stuff had already drained out, that stuff was either already smeared on the leather bench in the van, or left in a trail leading from the van back inside the restaurant.  Her bow-legged walk must have looked pretty funny to the casual observer, but it was effective in getting the sperm out without it all leaking down her legs.

"So what now girls?  You want to find some more fun, or do you just want to hang out at my place?"

"I need a shower, I still smell like your ex's pussy, plus I'm feeling a little tacky from all the guy sweat I got rubbed on me back there," Olivia replied.

"I wouldn't mind going home.  I think I've had enough of your hospitality for one day thank you," Stacy returned.

"Aw come on, what did I do?  I didn't make you do anything with those guys.  That was all you.  Why are you blaming me?" Carl rebutted.

"Well..., you put me in that situation..., when you walked away and left me with those guys," Stacy stammered.  Sure it had been exciting, and even rewarding when she let her orgasm finally overtake her, but it was a guilty pleasure that she was having serious issues with.

"You did that all yourself darling.  I had nothing to do with anything that happened just now," he said with confidence.

Olivia pulled her phone out of her purse and opened up her picture viewer showing Carl some of the shots she had of Stacy getting fucked by Brad again, and the shot of her holding the two dicks. She had a huge grin on her face and to Carl, seemed like she was very happy to be in the middle of things.

"Yeah, it looks like you were having a miserable time in there.  Look girl, you just need to get over your social phobias about sex and just look at it for what it is, just an act.  It's sole purpose being self-gratification.  That's all it is, just a pleasurable reward.  You're over-thinking it.  Look at your best friend here, she gets it," he said looking over at Olivia.  She was still dabbing at the seminal fluid still oozing out of her pussy.  It was pretty much just clear and runny like water now, but it was still seeping out.  

"Slide on over here kid, give me better access to that bald little cunt of yours."

Olivia slid over to the middle of the bench seat and put her legs back up on the dash.  Carl's meaty hand immediately went for her snatch and with little fanfare, sunk two fingers into her honey-pot.

"How's it feeling, you still sore down there or is the stuff still working?"
"I think I can feel it now, your fingers are making it a little sore to the touch, but it's not too bad," she said as she felt him work the thick digits in and out slowly, his palm rubbing around in small circles over her swollen clit.  "Ahhh, but that makes it better," she moaned.

"Lift your shirt up and play with your titties.  I want to see how they're looking these days.  Have the pills made `em grow any yet?"

"Yeah, definitely a little.  I looked this morning and they seem fuller.  I'm not ready for a C-cup or anything yet, but I'm definitely filling out my bras better now," Olivia admitted.  Hefting a breast in each hand, she could tell they were fuller, and in her small hands, they actually looked pretty big.  Nothing like from her dream, but then again, these were real and they were perky as hell, and sensitive too.

Carl pulled his fingers from her pussy and reached up, grabbing onto her left nipple.  It was pink and puffy and extremely pliable between his moist fingers.  Rolling the sensitive bud around he felt it start to stiffen and constrict.  The small nipple began to stand proud as he worked the soft flesh.  
Olivia threw her head back and let the man manipulate her breast.  Why does it always feel so much better when someone else is doing this to me?  A thousand little sparks flew from her chest and travelled down to her crotch where she felt herself getting turned-on once more.  Carl moved his fingers over to her right breast and worked its pink cap into a hard pebble to match her left one.  His meaty hand encompassed her whole breast and he gave it a series of gentle squeezes, moving it around to feel its density.

"Yeah, I think you're right, they feel heavier to me.  You still thinking about getting them pierced?"

"Huh?  Oh yeah, I guess so," Olivia slowly responded.  His mastery over her body always distracted her from the present.  "Do you think they'd look hot?" she said as she felt his hands go back to tweaking her left nipple.

"Hell yeah they would.  You want that to be our big event of the evening?"

"Uh I'm not sure, I'm kinda scared to think about it?"

"Are you kidding Liv?  Are you seriously considering getting your tits pierced?" Stacy barked out from the back seat.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You don't even have your ears pierced yet!  Why don't you start there and see how painful that is before you get something like your nipples pierced!" she added.

"Hey, not a bad idea.  Get the whole works done at once, ears, tits, bellybutton and clit hood!"

"Now you're talking crazy.  I'm not sure I could handle all that.  Certainly not all at once," Olivia answered.  Carl was seemingly done with her nipples and had ventured back down to her cunt.  His fingers were tracing circles around her clit and it had her hormones raging again.  The man was a consummate teaser and knew just how to push her buttons.

"What if I numb you up with a nice little chemical cocktail, you won't hardly feel a thing?"

"I'm not so sure.  I'm still worried about the healing, plus what if my mom finds out.  She'd kill me!"

"Well, what about just getting your clit hood pierced.  She's not going to be looking at your pussy anytime soon is she?"

"No, but..."

"Plus I've been told it makes sex a whole lot better," he said, putting emphasis on the "better" part.

"It's pretty good already," Olivia replied as she squirmed away on the seat, Carl's fingers dancing on her very swollen clitoris.  He kept periodically pinching the little thing, sending jolts up and down her spine and making her insanely horny.  "Carl, you're driving me crazy.  God I gotta cum so badly.  Your teasing is too much," she grunted.  Her nipples were hard as pebbles, and it had nothing to do with the A/C blowing on them, she was ready for more sex in the worst way imaginable.

"Why does it make it better?" Stacy asked.  Her curiosity was piqued now.

"Beats me, I know a bunch of women who have them and they swear it makes it much more intense. I guess they can orgasm just through intercourse alone."

"That would be cool," Stacy replied.

"Well look at you, opening your mind up to the possibility that sex can be fun and harmless at the same time.  I'm impressed," Carl offered.

"I didn't say I wanted one.  I'm just curious about it, that's all," Stacy quipped back.

"Ya right, a hit of ecstasy and a clit ring and you'll be dancing the horizontal mambo every chance you get young lady!"

"I would not!" Stacy declared.

"You have no idea what ecstasy makes you want to do.  Tell her doll-face.  You like sex on X don't you?"

"Uh huh," she moaned.  His clit massage was keeping her hormones stoked up, close to cumming but not enough to get her to the edge.  It was maddening they way he was toying with her.  If he was going for "horny beyond all control", he was doing a marvelous job.

"Try one he said as he dug one of the small round pills from his pocket with his driving hand and offered it to her.  He waited with his hand hanging over the headrest waiting for her small finger to grab onto it.  "That's my driving hand, you better grab it fast, we have a turn coming up and I can't do that with just my knees," he said, his other hand still circling Olivia's clit.

"Fine, I'll try it once, but there better not be any surprises like the last time you got me high," she remarked as she grabbed the small round pill out of his hand.

"Stop your worrying, nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen."
Yeah, that's the problem, everything I don't want to happen does, because I can't say "no".  Dropping the small round pill into her mouth, she tasted the bittersweet pill immediately start to dissolve in her mouth.  You've done it now Stace, what are you going to do when the effects start kicking in?  Who aren't you going to say "no" to now?

"How about you doll-face, you want one too?"

"Hell yeah," she swooned.  That would most certainly get her over the edge and she could have a proper cum, even if all she received was Carl's incessant teasing.  

Opening her mouth, Carl popped the familiar pill onto her tongue and she let it go to work, the little thing immediately dissolving down.  "Sweet."

"Yeah it is kinda sweet," Stacy agreed.

Only Olivia wasn't talking about the taste.  No she was thinking about what the pill was going to do to her sex drive and likely what Carl would have her do.  Most certainly it would involve her taking some cock into her body, and a welcome thing that would be with as turned-on as she was feeling right now.  Hopefully it would be new cock, she had seventeen more to go until she hit the fifty mark, and although she was uncertain if she wanted to get her body parts pierced, she definitely liked the tattoo idea.  But what to get she wondered?  A little cock tattooed around the outside of her pussy perhaps?

Her cell buzzing interrupted her thought process.  It was sure to be another text from one of the guys, and Olivia was starting to regret texting all those guys this morning.

"Can I see those texts kid?  I'm curious who keeps texting you.  They've been at it all day from what I can tell."

"Sure," she said and dropped her legs back down to the dirty floor mat.  At least it gave her some relief from Carl's constant clit rubbing.  Grabbing her phone she saw it was one of many texts from Ed, the guy from the motel with the weird pee fetish.  "It's that Ed guy, from the motel."

"Yeah, what does he say he wants?"

"He's in town again and wants to know if I'm available."

"Tell him you are, we can go there right now if he's still there, or if he hasn't already made other arrangements."

"Okay," she said and typed in her reply.  "What now?"

"See if he replies, and ask him what's the wildest thing he would like to do to you and how much is he willing to pay for it?"

Ed's reply came back before Carl even finished his sentence, saying he would be happy to cancel his other date if she were available.  "He's available.  Do you want me to ask him that question?"

"Duhhh, yes please dearest."

"Ok, here I go," she said as she started typing in the characters of the message Carl wanted her to deliver.  

"Oh boy, that's really something."  Ed's reply was beyond anything she'd ever considered before. Although this one wasn't as gross, it would certainly push her body to the limit and would likely bring her a lot closer to reaching her 50 guy mark.

"So what did he say he wants to do to you?"

"He said he wants to eat cream pies out of my pussy and ass and he is willing to pay extra for every cream pie he gets to eat.  Does that mean what I think it means?  He wants to eat sperm out of my pussy?"

"Sounds like it to me.  Man that guy really is a freak.  Whose cream pies does he want to eat, his own, or some other guys?"

"Don't know.  I'll ask," she said as she typed the question back.

"It wouldn't surprised if this guy swings both ways, I mean why would he want to eat somebody else's cum out of your pussy?"  Without waiting for a response he continued, "Oh well, if he's paying who the hell cares.  Oh while you're at it, ask how much?  I wonder where the hell he came up with such a whacky idea like that?" Carl questioned.

"Well, I guess he's already done it...to me."

"When did that happen?"

"When I went back to his room to use the phone.  I guess I still had the previous guys stuff up there.  He seemed to really like it I guess.  He spent a long time down there licking me out."

"So he ate you out AND fucked both your holes a second time?"

"Yep.  All that and the bathroom thing for $2,500."

"We got to work this guy, we could make some serious dough off him.  From now on, if he's in town, you're getting together with him.  I don't care how kinky he wants to get, you do it.  If he's got that kind of money to burn, I want it and so should you," Carl stated.

"He's already done some pretty kinky stuff, what else IS there?" Olivia asked, suddenly curious about what kinky things he still might want to do.

"Oh, who knows, I never would have thought of the peeing up your ass thing, but if he's into that, the possibilities are pretty much endless.  Who knows, maybe he's into role playing, or bondage, or maybe a little BDSM."

"What's that?" Stacy asked, finding the whole conversation suddenly very interesting.

"Bondage basically with a dash of torture thrown in.  Usually pretty simple stuff like spanking or maybe whipping.  I doubt he'd be into the really hard stuff and I wouldn't let you be alone with him if that's what he wanted anyway."

"What would "hard stuff" include?" Olivia asked, also curious.  She didn't like the thought of being in pain, but it didn't hurt to know about some of the more extreme sexual fetishes either.

"You really want to know about this kinda stuff?  It's pretty scary."

"How about a tamed down explanation then," Stacy remarked.  She could feel the pill starting to kick in, she felt light-headed and her skin started tingling all over.  Lightly rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, Stacy reveled in the altered sensations that were feeding her brain.  No wonder Olivia likes this stuff so much. While Carl continued babbling about crazy sex stuff, Stacy quietly pushed a hand down into her shorts, seeking out her clitoris, eager to see if the pill would make that more sensitive.  Ooh, that does feel better.  Reaching down deeper, she pulled the wet sticky underwear away from her sex and began to run her fingers through her damp folds.  Stacy tuned out the world as she played with her pussy, experiencing it for the first time through a cloud of ecstasy.

With Stacy lost in the back seat, Carl went on to explain BDSM up in the front to a very aroused Olivia.  "So that's what some of the nasty stuff is like," Carl concluded.

"Some of that doesn't seem so bad," Olivia commented.  "The candle wax and the paddling kinda sound like fun if you ask me.  The electro shock and the pins through the nipples doesn't seem like fun at all."

"Don't worry about it.  If he's just looking to eat cream pies, he doesn't sound like the BDSM type so I think you're pretty safe."

"I hope so, I don't think I want to experience any of those really bad ones," Olivia replied.  She was sitting there with her tank top pulled all the way up, her tits still on display, and her legs spread wide.  Carl's fingers were still buzzing around her clit and it was keeping her in a constant state of arousal.

"So did he text you back and say what he was willing to pay?"

"Uh, let me check." Olivia's head was thrown back against the seat back enjoying Carl's constant manipulations; sitting up slightly she grabbed her phone off the seat next to her.  "Um, he said five hundred, plus an extra hundred for every cream pie."

"That doesn't sound like much to me.  You'd have to fuck twenty guys to equal the amount he paid last time.  You really want to fuck twenty guys just for 2,500 bucks?"

"You just made me do three for nothing so what's a few more?" she giggled.

"He's offering money girly, you drive the price as high as you can.  It's part of doing business, and believe me that sweet little pussy can make us both a nice chunk of cash.  The three guys from earlier was just me seeing if you'd do it."

"When have I ever said no?  I think I've proven I'll do pretty much anything you tell me to do."

"Very true, and since he's putting the offer out there, I think the time for fun is over and now it's time to make money and it sounds like Ed's trying to low-ball us, unless of course you want to fuck twenty guys on the cheap." 

"Sounds like a challenge, but I think you're right, that does sound low to me."

"Text him back.  Tell him it'll be a minimum of $1500 and he gets five cream pies included.  Any more than that and it's $250 extra for each.  And ask him where he thinks he's going to get all these dudes from?"

"Wouldn't it be easier to call him, my thumbs are getting tired."

"That's the least of what's going to be tiring you out tonight."  Peeking through his rearview mirror, Carl could see Stacy was lost in her own world.  She had her eyes closed and he could tell she was concentrating deeply on whatever it was she was doing back there, and judging by her expression it likely involved her pussy and a hand or two.  "What do you think Stacy?" he barked out, catching the young girl completely by surprise.

"Wh-what did you say?" she answered, quickly pulling her hand out of her shorts.  Shit, he did that on purpose.  Damn I was getting close too!  Bastard just had to interrupt me.  Trying her best to regain her composure, Stacy said, "Say that again Carl, I wasn't paying attention."

"I said Olivia is going to be awfully tired by the time tonight is over."

"Why, where are we going?" she asked looking around.  Not recognizing her surroundings, she said, "I thought you were taking me home?  Where are we going?"

"Geez Stace, where have you been?  Did you miss the whole last five minutes or something?"

"Daydreaming I guess.  What's going on?"

"We're meeting Ed shortly.  You know, the kinky guy?"

"Why are we doing that?"

"You really were in la-la land weren't you.  He wants me and he's willing to pay for it, and frankly I could use a little cash in the kitty, our shopping trip used up a big chunk of what I had and I wouldn't mind replenishing it.  Plus I'm so friggin turned on right now thanks to mister pussy tickler here, that I could really use the relief," she said giving Carl a playful jab in his fleshy ribs.  His hand immediately went back to her pussy and started the teasing all over again.  "Dude, seriously, you're going to kill me, oohhhh," she grunted as he gave her clit a little flick with his finger tip.

Another beep from her phone signaled Ed had replied.  He says ok to the price and wondered if we could help out finding the dudes.  He says "PS- I'm not gay, it's just something I like."

"I don't give a shit one way or another.  If he's willing to pay, I could care less what he is," Carl said.

"But what about me?  I thought you were taking me home," Stacy quipped.  Her voice sounded slow and melodious, the ecstasy was obviously starting to kick in.

"What do you have to do that's so damn important?  Stick around kid, you might learn something here."  Ha, ha, you might also get fucked by me and any number of guys tonight.  Hell, I'll offer Ed a package deal for the both of them.  See what that's worth!

"Well, I don't know, I just...you know...thought we were...well I thought...you were taking me home."

"Too late we're here.  I guess you're stuck with us until we're done."

Olivia felt the car lurch as Carl wheeled the old Crown Vic into the driveway of the now-familiar motel.  His one hand expertly spun the steering wheel while the other continued to work her body with a similar degree of expertise.  His constant fingering had left her pussy both incredibly lubricated and also hungry for the real thing.  His thick fingers were nice, but a poor substitute for what her body was craving.  Her right foot was still planted on the top of the dashboard while her left leg was spread wide and touching Carl's jean covered thigh.  Her tank top was still pulled up to her armpits with her fingers gingerly caressing her nipples.  

Knowing that the car ride pleasure trip was nearing its destination, Olivia looked at the doors as they passed through the parking lot.  They all looked the same to the casual eye, to Olivia she could recall every room she'd fucked in and what each experience was like.  For the time being the memories were vivid, give it a few more months and how many of those faces would still be remembered?  Olivia thought ahead and wondered what the future held in store for her.  How many new faces would there be and how many new experiences would there be?  She was horned up and ready, and her brain answered that question easily, as many as she could handle.  

Olivia pulled her tank top back down and put both feet on the floor mat as she slid over to the passenger seat.  The car pulled into the parking spot right in front of room 101, the same room as before.  Back again to the scene of the crime!  My very first paying customer and now the virgin whore returns, a well-seasoned veteran!  Yeah, that was three days ago, I'm such a veteran now!  Counting in her head, Olivia realized Ed was just her fifth sex partner, now she had twenty-eight other guys she'd fucked between that momentous day and now.  She'd accomplished so much since she'd last been with him.  You're really on your way Liv, keep that up and you'll be knocking the dream numbers down in no time!

Olivia was suddenly very excited about getting together with Ed again.  It was her initiation with him that had in a way, launched her newfound career.  It was a trial by fire, but one she'd made it through.  It was a look into the depravity of the human male, one that took her far beyond her limited imagination and even more limited experience.  She had so much to learn still and Ed was as perverted as anybody she'd crossed paths with yet, he could certainly teach her so many things.  Quickly slipping on her sandals, Olivia was the first one out of the car and rushed up to room 101.

Knocking lightly, Olivia was all smiles as the familiar bald man with gold rimmed glasses opened the door.  "Hi Ed, glad to see me?" she asked as she threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug.  He was dressed exactly like he was the last time she'd seen him, a wife beater undershirt and boxer shorts and nothing else.

"Hi Olivia, that's quite the welcome.  I wasn't sure if you'd ever see me again after...well, last time, you know," he said with a tone of shame in his voice.

"Don't worry about it Ed, consider yourself my teacher in the ways of the perverted.  I'm your student, teach me what you know!" she said with a laugh.

Ed was taking in his golden haired beauty, she looked as ravishing as ever, although she had a peculiar smell to her he realized as she broke their embrace.  "Have you been busy today my dear?"

"A little why?  Do I smell?  Oh God, I must still have her pussy smell on me," Olivia realized as she pulled her tank top up to her nose and inhaled.  Yep it was still there, although much less noticeable now that it had dried.

Ed was aroused by her admission, his new favorite toy had been with another girl!  That was exciting news indeed.  Looking past the golden wavy locks, Ed spotted Olivia's escort and manager, and something else very interesting indeed.  The fat grey-haired man named Carl was three steps from his doorway and along with him was a very cute brunette tagging along behind him.  "Olivia, did you bring me a present?"

Olivia looked at him funny, then realized where his gaze fell.  He was eyeing her best friend with the same look he had for her, the look of a hungry predator.  "You like her?  She's my best friend Stacy."  Leaning forward and whispering into his ear, she said, "She just got finished fucking two guys too.  She's hot."

"Really, you think she might be interested in playing too?  I'd make it worth her while."

"Hi Ed," said Carl.  "You mind if Olivia's friend Stacy watches?  I think she might find what her best friend is capable of, very interesting."

"My pleasure.  If she wants to join in, I'd be more than willing to compensate her for her time."

"Uh, no thanks.  I'm definitely not interested, no offense," Stacy answered back.  She felt very uncomfortable being in this room, and also by her friend's interest in the guy.  Why Olivia likes these old guys is totally beyond me.  The guys from today were all cute and close to our age.  That makes total sense.  Why she likes to fuck Carl and this just as unappealing Ed guy makes no sense whatsoever.

"Well, the offer stands if you change your mind," Ed said as he moved around behind his guests and closed the door.  "Would you guys like a drink?  I have beer and some of those vodka coolers for the girls."

"Sure Ed, I'd love a beer and I'm sure the girls would take one of those coolers," Carl responded.  Crossing the room, Carl sat down in the only chair, leaving the girls nowhere else to sit other than the bed, which Olivia did, sitting down appearing quite relaxed.  Stacy looked uncertain and remained standing while Ed got the drinks from the small fridge.

Olivia sat with her legs crossed, her skirt riding up to her mid-thigh showing off her tanned legs, her one sandal dangling from her painted toes while she sipped her cooler.  "Mmm, this is really yummy Ed, what is it?"

"Smirnoff, some kind of berry flavor.  I don't drink them myself, I just figured it would be nice to have something on hand for guests like yourself."  He eyed Olivia as she sat there looking quite beautiful and relaxed.  Her very cute friend looked absolutely delicious standing there in her shorts and t-shirt.  She didn't have the curves Olivia had, but she fucked and if Olivia was telling the truth, she'd just fucked two guys.  He had to have them both, there was no question about it.

"So Olivia, did you understand my text, what I was talking about?"

"About the cream pies?  Yeah I get it, Carl explained it to us."

"So were you busy and is there anything left in your body that I could sample?"

"Maybe," she said standing up and crossing over to the small table next to the bed.  Putting down her bottle of cooler, Olivia slowly peeled her tank top off, her beautifully shaped breasts coming into view in the dim light of the motel room.  She watched the expressions from the faces of her audience as she dropped her tank top down on the floor.  She knew her breasts were stunning for her age, they were perfectly shaped tear-drops with quarter-sized areola.  Her pink nipples and her surrounding white flesh contrasted with her caramel colored bikini tan lines.  All eyes were on her, even Stacy's as she flaunted her naked breasts.  Feeling empowered and in control, Olivia returned Ed's gaze and slowly slid her skirt down over her hips, pausing as the material was about to expose her hairless crotch.  "Ed, I'm confused, do you mean you want to lick me?"

"Oh yes!  I do, in fact I'm going to lick you from front to back and all over," Ed said excitedly.

Olivia could see the front of Ed's boxers start to tent out a little.  He was obviously enjoying her nakedness, and her teasing.  Her hands clasped the top of her skirt and she left the top seam parallel with the V of her crotch, her bald labia just out of view.  "Ok, so what you're really trying to say is, you want to eat my pussy out, is that right?  And does that mean you're going to lick my ass too?" she teased.

"Oh God yes, please let me do it now!"

"Sure baby, anything for you," Olivia replied.  She slowly dipped the hem down, finally exposing her naked cunt before dropping the skirt all the way to the floor.  Stepping out of it, Olivia crawled onto the bed and rolled over onto her back.  She slowly raised her knees up, keeping them together as they went.  She glanced from face to face, everyone was mesmerized by what they expected to see next.  Pausing for a moment, Olivia could see the eagerness in Ed's eyes.  Carl and Stacy weren't quite as eager to see between her legs, but they were staring intently nonetheless.  She casually parted her legs a few inches and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want Ed?"

"Oh please yes!" he said and practically jumped onto the bed.  As Olivia opened up her legs, Ed was on her in a second, his face diving between her legs.  The smooth hairless skin was ripe and ready for his raspy tongue as he licked upwards starting from the bottom up, licking through her moist labia and feeling the soft tissues as his own pink muscle pushed through her cleft.  He could feel the smoothness of her bald pussy as he worked his way up to her clit.  She tasted divine as he worked his tongue back down, going for her entrance and sinking his pointy tongue inside her tight hole.

"Ahhh, your mouth is so hot Ed.  Oh yeah, lick my pussy, fuck me with your tongue."  Olivia felt Ed pulled his tongue back out from her cunt and sucked in deeply.  She could feel her thin labia pull outwards as he sucked the sensitive tissues into his mouth.  "Oooh Ed, you sure know how to eat a girl."  His tongue darted out and ran circles around her sex.  She laid there on the bed in front of her best friend and enjoyed every sensation Ed's hungry mouth had to offer.  Olivia doubted there was any sperm left in there at all, especially after all of Carl's fingering, but she didn't care, it felt amazing anyway.

Carl watched in amusement as the dufus-Ed, sorry, rich dufus-Ed, reamed his girl out with his tongue.  She was sexy as hell twenty-four-seven, even getting eaten out by this loser was arousing him slightly.  Looking over at Stacy, he could see she too was mesmerized and getting caught up in the action.  Her hand was on the outside of her shorts, pushing down on her crotch.  The girl is high enough she doesn't even realize she's doing it.

Standing up, he took two steps until he was standing directly behind the cute brunette.  Reaching around, he hugged her tight and at first he felt her body stiffen, but after a few seconds, she relaxed her muscles.  Perfect, just keep going with the flow girl and we'll all have a good time.  With one of his big meaty hands, Carl raised his hand up until it cupped one of Stacy's little boobies.  Again she stiffened up and put her hand over his to remove it, but he wasn't moving that hand anywhere.  He gently rubbed her breast through the thin cotton of her shirt, and thankfully she wasn't wearing one of those padded bras either, so he knew she could feel every one of this caresses.  After a very short five or ten seconds, he felt her hand leave his and allow him to have full access to her breast.  Her body sagged against his as her hands fell to her sides.  He hoped this meant she was going to let him do as he pleased.  Moving his other hand up from where he was holding around the waist, he grabbed onto the other breast and started to massage the soft squishy tissue.  There wasn't much there, but that didn't mean they weren't sensitive.  He heard a small groan escape her lips as he continued rubbing her boobs over the soon-to-be-on-the-floor t-shirt.

On the bed, Olivia was as happy as she could imagine being, Ed was working her pussy with his tongue like he was mining for gold.  He'd been at it for a few minutes and his actions seemed to be getting frantic as he went about digging into her pussy with his tongue.

"I don't seem to be finding much in here my dear.  Are you sure you had semen in you?" he asked coming up for air for the first time.

"Ughhhh yeah Ed, three loads," she purred.  One in my cunt, two in my ass.  Why?  You aren't finding anything?"

"Not really in your pussy.  Let me try your ass then," he said as he resumed his licking, only this time lifting her knees up until her rosebud came into view.  It was such a beautiful pucker he thought.  So dainty and tight looking, so clean too.  He'd been with some dirty skanks before, and their asses could never compare to this thing of beauty he thought as he circled the tip of his tongue around her crinkly anus.

"Ooo, wow, Ed, that feels really..., uhhh, I don't know, different."  His tongue had started out slowly, just licking around the outside, getting her used to the sensation.  Ed is so good at this stuff.  He never rushes into anything that might be new or scary.  He lets me get used to it so that we both enjoy it.  Ooo, that's different!  Ed's tongue had just probed into her rectum and the sensation was completely new.  It wasn't like get butt-fucked, this was like something alive burrowing its way into her butt.  It felt strange, but decidedly good.  She knew there had to be some sperm still up in there, there hadn't been any leaking as far as she knew out of the back end, and there was two loads still in there somewhere.  

Carl grew tired of rubbing little titties through clothing and decided it was time to move to second base.  Letting go of her tiny breasts, Carl reached down and grabbed onto Stacy's t-shirt and lifted it up, she didn't really resist him which was unexpected, even lifted her arms up and let him pull the light garment off.  She was still leaning back against his gut and didn't make any signs she was going anywhere anytime soon.  

Stacy was in a trance as she felt her t-shirt being removed.  The show in front of her along with her own unsettled hormones had her aroused to the point that she felt like a marionette and Carl was her puppet master.  

Unsnapping her bra, Carl let it fall forward and put his big hands back on her chest, feeling for her nipples.  They were already hard little bumps and he felt her chest contract as a sigh escaped her lips as he gave them their first little tweak.  He was going to be fucking this little cutie again in no time, and this time there would be no complaints, no freaking out, he was going to fuck her good and hard and he was going to enjoy the hell out of her tight little hairy pussy.  Hell he was even going to enjoy watching Ed eat his cum straight from that hairy little slit.

Stacy was letting it happen again and with her own diminishing level of guilt, along with the effects of the ecstasy, she couldn't find much of a reason to resist anymore.  Plus the sensations coming from her chest felt incredible, far better than she ever remembered her breasts feeling before.  No wonder Olivia likes this ecstasy so much, it makes everything feel ten times better.  She felt Carl's hands leave her breasts and she knew instantly where they were going and she knew she would be powerless to stop him.  She was too aroused to do anything but go along with whatever he wanted to do to her.

Carl reached down and undid the button on Stacy's shorts and quickly stooped down, pushing the shorts down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.  His left hand went back up to her breast while the other pawed at the front of her panties, rubbing her slit through the tacky cloth.

"Wow girl you sure are wet down there.  Is that all the cum from those boys you fucked finally seeping out, or are you turned on by watching your friend getting eaten out in front of you?"

Stacy just nodded, she didn't know or care why her panties were wet, all she was concerned with was the feeling Carl's hands were producing as they worked her body into a frenzy.  Her brain was flooded with new sensations thanks to the ecstasy coursing through her.  Her body had never produced feelings like this before and it was beyond all description.  Carl's one rough hand fondling her nipple was enough to turn her legs to jelly, and added to that, the way he kept rubbing her clit was pushing her way over the top.

Slipping his hand down into her soaking wet panties, Carl found her slit and rubbed his fingers through it.   It was hot and wet and hairy.  Concentrating on her clit, Carl rubbed the little nub and felt her body respond instantly.  It was amazing, she would be even easier to turn than Olivia he realized.  Olivia wanted to be a slut, but even she resisted quite a bit at first, this one just needed a little pressure and she just gave it up, completely submissive he thought.  "Move," he whispered into Stacy's ear as he started to usher her forward towards the bed, his fingers never stopping as he tantalized her nerve centers.

"Hey Ed, if you want cream pies, you should sample this one, I think her pussy's steeping in cum, judging by how wet she is down here.  Can you make room for this one and clean her up a little.  I'm going to fuck her right after you're done cleaning her and then give you a real cream pie to eat.  Sound ok there partner?"

Ed looked up and was shocked to see the cute brunette marching towards him wearing nothing but her panties.  Her dark half-dollar sized nipples looked delicious perched on top of her tiny little boobs and her body looked perfect.  He'd always wanted to fuck a young girl before and this one would do nicely.  She was adorably cute and her barely developed body suggested she was maybe thirteen tops.  Certainly much less developed than the golden Goddess whose anus he'd just been violating with his tongue.  "Oh my God yes, please.  Lay down here honey.  Sweetheart, can you budge over and make room," he said to Olivia.

Olivia looked up and watched Stacy standing there looking down at her.  Olivia had her knees pulled up to her armpits so Ed could have easy access to her rectum, although he had temporarily forgotten what he was doing when the cute brunette suddenly appeared next to him.  Stacy was allowing Carl to peel her panties down her legs and didn't appear to be in any distress over the situation, seemingly going along willingly with the plan to have her pussy eaten out.  "Oh Stace, you're a lucky girl, Ed is going to make you feel amazing, aren't you Ed?"  They were the only encouraging words she could come up with at the moment and she hoped it would remove any doubt or hesitation she might have.  Rolling over and out of the way, Olivia made room on the quickly crowded queen size bed for her best friend.

Carl gently pushed Stacy down onto the bed and helped position her body so that Ed could get at her wet pussy.  He had to remove the barriers her mind might be trying to put up and get her into position before she could put up a fight.  Leaning her body back against the pillows, Carl put his hands on Stacy's tits and started massaging them, hoping that the pressure from his hands would keep her from trying to bolt off the bed.  He hoped Ed would figure his part out quickly and pry her legs open and get going with the pussy eating.  No matter, Stacy seemed content to have her nipples pinched and teased.  She was laying back with her eyes closed and moaning softly as he rolled the small dark nipples through his finger tips.  

Carl noted her expression change suddenly as her eyes screwed shut and a cat-like mewl escaped from her lips.  Looking down Carl spotted Ed's bald dome positioned between her splayed legs and knew he was working his tongue up and down her pussy.  Her legs appeared to be squeezing his head tightly as what was likely an entirely new sensation, overwhelmed her senses.

Olivia was overjoyed watching her best friend reacting so well to the new experience.  Her hands were glued to her thighs and they were gently stroking up and down them.  It appeared she was reluctant to touch either of the guys who were giving her such intense feelings.  That would change she realized.  Speaking of touching, Olivia climbed up from her prone position and crawled to the end of the bed where Ed was up on his knees positioned between her best friend's legs. He was paying, why not give his some pleasure too.

Pulling on his boxers, Ed's hairy ass came into view as the cotton material slid backwards.  It wasn't very pretty but then again, he was paying.  Ed lifted his knees up and helped her efforts in getting his lower half naked as she slipped the boxers down his calves and off his feet.  His manhood was hanging down loosely and his hairy wrinkled sack seemed to be staring her right in the face.  It was the closest she'd ever been to one as she snuggled up behind the man.  Gently taking hold of his semi-hard cock, Olivia applied pressure and slowly started stroking his semi-hard flesh.  His ball sack was fascinating as the skin slowly contracted, his balls moving with it.  Taking them in her hand, she felt the walnut sized organs and hefted them, feeling them move on their own.  It was the coolest thing she'd ever felt, they were alive in her hand and they were hers to play with.

Ed was secretly counting his lucky stars; until he received Olivia's text, he fully expected to be banging one of the nasty old whores he normally ended up with when he was in town.  Not only was he going to be enjoying the sweetest piece of fuck-meat he'd ever laid eyes upon, but she had a friend too!  And a young one at that!  He'd had a hunger for young girls pretty much all his life, but had never dared to try get one in bed, that was until the day he'd heard from Carl asking if he was interested in a rare beauty.  

Olivia had been a wet dream from the moment he'd seen her, she was everything a guy could hope for, beautiful face, long golden wavy hair, deep blue eyes that melted your heart and a body that was perfect in every way.  She was slim but not skinny, muscular but more fit than bulky, small but beautifully shaped breasts capped by the cutest nipples he'd ever seen.  Fucking her tight little pussy had been like experiencing sex for the first time all over again.  Her cunt was hot and wet and hugged his cock tighter than any he'd ever felt before.  It was so nice that the only thing that felt better on his cock than her cunt was her sweet asshole which she'd let him bust open.  That was truly a national treasure.  

He was her first and not only did she let him go balls deep, but she actually seemed to like it once they got going.  He should have warned her that he was going to urinate into her ass, but it wasn't likely given that he was her first trick, that she would have let him.  When she didn't run screaming from the room, he knew she was something special.  Sure she freaked a little, but she stuck around and even came back later and let him fuck her again.  Now here he was up on his knees with her hand wrapped around his cock and his balls in the other hand, with a delectable spermy cunt in his face to feast on.  Nothing could be more perfect than this moment.  It would be worth whatever amount of money it cost him and he would remember this day for the rest of his life.  If he could experience it more than once, well he wouldn't even go there, that was just too much to even consider.

Stacy was experiencing a sensual overload the likes she never thought possible.  She was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and it was thanks to the guy licking and tonguing her pussy, and Carl's hands massaging her breasts.  She was just lying there with her eyes closed while they worked her body.  She was afraid to even look at the two old men servicing her, she just wasn't able to wrap her head around the fact that men as old, if not older than her dad were working her naked body, no matter how good they made her feel.  Her best friend seemed to enjoy the older guys which made no sense, but one thing was certain, they knew how to make her feel good.  What happened from here on in seemed to be out of her control and judging by what her body was enjoying, she didn't know if she could stop it either.

Olivia was stroking Ed's cock and it was about as hard as she thought she could get it.  Her curiosity was getting the better of her and she wondered what she should do next, she could crawl under him and suck on it, that would be fun.  She could try licking his balls, but they were pretty hairy and she didn't even know if he'd like that.  His asshole was staring her in the face and no doubt Ed would probably love it she'd play with that.  Hmmm, he ate my ass, I wonder what that would be like?  What the hell, try something new.

Olivia leaned in and slid her tongue along Ed's wrinkly ball sack, the hairs tickled her tongue as she slid the tip upwards towards his anus.  He smelled clean and tasted the same way, thankfully.  She could hear him moaning into her friend's pussy.  Ok, he definitely likes it.  Let's see how far we can take this.

Running her tongue around his pucker, she felt it constrict as his body tensed from her touch.  She was a little tentative to actually touch his anus with her tongue but after lapping around a dozen times, she moved in and touched the center of his sphincter.  It didn't have any taste, he'd obviously washed everywhere before they'd got there.  More moaning was coming from the man as she danced her tongue around his butthole, his cock felt harder than ever in her hand as she continued her tonguing.  Cool, one more skill to add to my repertoire!

Ed paused his own tonguing as he felt Olivia worked his asshole with her perfect little tongue.  God, can this girl get any sexier?  I didn't even ask her to do this for me.  I love her!  Returning to the hairy little pussy in front of him, he dug his tongue into her cunt as deeply as he could for the umpteenth time.  He was able to smell the bleachy sperm smell still lingering in her pubic hair, but was pretty sure he'd cleaned everything up that was there to be cleaned.  What he wanted to do now more than anything was to be able to sink his cock into her pussy and still have Olivia licking his asshole at the same time.

Looking up, Ed said to Carl, "Can I fuck her?"

"Sure, five hundred extra.  You got that much?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Done deal then.  Olivia, wrap your lips around Ed's cock and give him a little lube for your friend here," Carl instructed his blonde ass licker.

"That won't be necessary, this sweet thing is soaking wet," Ed replied.  Creeping up between the brunette's parted legs, Ed felt Olivia let go of his steely cock.  The girl was lying there with her eyes closed still and if she was prepared for what was about to happen next, she gave no sign.  Ed moved his torso up until his cockhead was even with her hairy little slit.  Her labia minora were shrouded by her fat outer labia, giving her a very immature look, but one he was dying to sink his hard flesh into.

Grabbing onto his cock, Ed pressed the tip up against her slit and rubbed it up and down, collecting the combined wetness that was her juices along with his saliva.  Pushing his head in between her puffy folds, her slit opened up and he felt his cock head slowly slide in.  She was as tight as his blonde beauty and every bit as hot and wet.  She moaned slightly as he started to enter her.
Stacy hadn't moved a muscle, but was disappointed.  She was on the verge of a big orgasm when she felt both guys suddenly deny her the intense pleasure that was fueling her impending orgasm.  That was when Ed left her slit and moved his body up onto hers.  She felt it and knew what was coming next, the dull blunt object pressed into her cunt.  Nobody asked her if it was alright for this old dude to fuck her, yet here he was slowly pushing his cock into her most precious place.  "Ooooh."  The sound reverberated in her head as it slowly escaped her lips.  Fuck, why does this have to feel so good?  Why can't I just say no?  I don't want to be like this, but I can't stop myself.  Stacy felt the fleshy tube push deeper into her cunt and her body pushed back, her hips pushed upwards at his thrust and her legs slowly wrapped around his torso as she helped him seat his tool all the way in.  Her hands, like the rest of her body seemed to be on autopilot as she grabbed onto his thick body and pulled him tight as he started slowly pulling back out before thrusting back in again.

Olivia sat back and watched as Carl cleared out of the way to let Ed go to work on her friend.  His cock was in all the way and judging from the way Stacy was reacting, she was enjoying Ed's cock as much as he was enjoying her tight pussy.  Her hands and legs were wrapping around him and urging him to fuck into her.  It was a spectacular sight and one Olivia had been hoping for ever since she'd started out on her journey to become the ultimate slut.  The only problem with the current situation was that she was the one desperate for cock, not her best friend.  Although watching her reaction, Olivia wasn't so sure about that anymore.

"Pretty hot little number ain't she?" Carl asked as he moved back around to the edge of the bed next to Olivia.

"Yeah, it looks like she's really getting into it."  Olivia was a little jealous of her best friend, it was supposed to be her getting Ed's cock, but if Ed's plan was to be eating cream pies out of her pussy, then that meant there'd be plenty of cock coming her way sooner or later.  But right about now, she was feeling the need.  "So Carl, what's the next move?  You want to give me a cream pie for Ed, or should I be out there looking for somebody to take care of that?"

"Good question.  It looks like he's going to be eating his own cream pie out of Stacy, unless you want me to give you one and then he can have mine and you can eat his out of your friend there."

"No thanks, I've had my share of pussy for today, forever actually."

"Too bad, that would look extremely hot, you eating your friend out.  Oh well, maybe someday.  So about your question, would I like to fuck you?  Hell yeah.  Should you be out there looking for more guys?  Hell yeah.  Are you going to get fucked a whole lot more tonight?  I sure hope so.  Is your friend going to get fucked a whole more tonight?  I sure hope that too."

"I sure like the way you think.  So what first?" Olivia asked running her hand up and down the front of Carl's jeans, feeling his thick lump of flesh waiting for her underneath.

"You think your pussy is good to go, or do you need more of the powder?"  She was just lightly rubbing his cock through his jeans and already it was responding.

"I think I'm fine, if I get sore later I'll use some of the powder you gave me," she said.  She was still sitting on the bed during their conversation and the rocking going on next to her was a sweet distraction.  She could feel his flesh growing and knew he wouldn't be able to pass up another turn with her body.  And she needed it too.

"Good, then pull out my cock and suck me hard girl," Carl ordered.

Stacy was lying there getting her pussy fucked and she heard the conversation going on next to her.  Carl was planning on having her fuck a score of guys tonight, or at least he hoped she would.  She could say no, but if he demanded it, she wouldn't stop him.  There was something in her nature that was stopping her from standing up for herself.  If he told her to fuck a bus full of guys, she'd lie there and take it.  She didn't want to fuck this Ed guy, but Carl told him it was ok to do it, and now he was balls-deep in her pussy.  She could feel his pubes mashing with hers when he bottomed out, he was really grinding his pelvis into hers and it was sensational.  His pubic bone was rubbing her clit and it was going to make her cum.

His pussy eating had been out of this world, but he'd been so focused on eating her vagina that he almost completely ignored her clit which had driven her mad.  She'd wanted to cum so baldy and all he wanted to do was scavenge for sperm from her previous three, no wait, four loads she'd taken into her pussy today.  That's a lot of sperm for one day!  Thank God I'm on the pill, what would I do if I got pregnant?  At least I don't have that to worry about.  Wait, how many more loads of cum am I going to have in me before Carl lets me go?  I guess as many as he chooses.  Stacy remained there undulating her body in time with Ed's thrusts, making the most of the input he was giving her body.  Her cum was coming and it would be her only reward for letting this guy fuck her.

Olivia quickly undid Carl's pants and pulled them down off his generously flabby hips. His cock was straining against the dingy white underpants he was wearing and soon, they were being pulled down towards his ankles.  Olivia let go of the white cotton and sat back upright; staring at her form only a few inches away was the cock that started her down this road, and one she had grown very fond of.  She recalled their sensual kiss from last night and the intimate shower they'd had together as she grabbed the thick semi-hard appendage and put her lips to it.  She swathed her tongue around the purple head and then trailed it down from the tip all the way down to the root and back up again, making sure to lick his ball sack a little on the way back up.  His cock seemed to surge to life even more as her tongue made the trip back up the veiny shaft.

"God girl, you sure know how to tease a man's cock," Carl groaned.

Olivia was thankful for the compliment as she wrapped her lips around the fat head and sucked it into her mouth.  She wasn't as confident in her skills as she wanted to be, she thought she still needed more experience at it, but that would come.  There was plenty of time and plenty of cock waiting for her out there if she was to become the consummate cock-sucker she thought she was in her dream.  That Olivia had pulled a train at a frat house and had sucked down over one hundred cum shots in one night.  The thought of drinking down that much cum kicked her hormones up another notch as she felt the Queen stepping up to her rightful place.  Yes it would be a long night full of sucking and fucking if she had her way, and it looked like she might.

Olivia worked Carl's cock like a pro and took it as deep as she could into the back of her mouth over and over again.  She was still working on suppressing her gag reflex, but she was getting better at it.  Working his hard shaft with her fist, Olivia was sure he was ready to fuck her now and stopped with her lips slowly retracting from his big cock-head.  "I think you're ready, and I know I definitely am."

"I think you're right my dear.  Ed switch, I'm cutting in on your dance.  Move your ass, that's my pussy you're fucking."  Ed looked up at him with a puzzled look on his face.  "I'm serious, get out of the way, it's my pussy now.  Olivia, get your clothes on and go find some guys to bring back here.  Ed you're watching for now."

Reluctantly Ed pulled his cock out of the brunette's sweet little pussy, her arms and legs finally releasing him as he pulled himself up off her prone body.  His sweat and stray chest hairs adorned her mostly flat chest as Ed finally removed himself from between her legs.  Stacy rolled onto her side trying to cover up her nakedness before Carl shouted at her.

"I didn't say you could move girl!  Lay back down there and spread those damn legs open.  Show me your cunt and tits!"  He wasn't mad, he was just shouting orders, showing her who was boss.  Sure enough, Stacy did exactly as she was told and rolled onto her back once again and spread her legs, her hands immediately going to her side.  "Good, now pull your legs up and really spread that pussy open," he said as he climbed up onto the bed with her.  

Stacy complied once more and didn't say a word.  She didn't look scared, she just obeyed his orders down to the letter.  With her legs spread wide, Stacy looked down at her big brown nipples and the number of stray chest hairs Ed had left behind along with his sheen of sweat she was coated in.  Her knees were up high and her black patch of pubic hair was a welcome target as Carl's large body settled in between her legs.  His thick hard cock was pointing skyward as he stared down at her docile form.

"Good girl, just keep doing exactly what I say and we'll all have a great time tonight.  Now take my cock and put it in your cunt.  Do it now."  Carl watched as Stacy reached out and grabbed onto his hard saliva covered cock and pulled it towards her waiting cunt.  There was no hesitation whatsoever as he moved his body with her hands and allowed her to line up his cock and seat it home in her fiery wet pussy.  With one push he was in all the way, sliding into her tight crevice.  "Good girl, your cunt feels amazing.  Do you know that?  It really does," he said as he slowly withdrew his cock before pushing back in just as slowly, her grunting signaling that his girth was having an impact on her.

Stacy was in a trance, Carl was pulling her strings again and she was doing as he pleased.  He was talking and she was listening, for some reason she couldn't just close her eyes like she could with Ed and forget who was attached to the penis that was making the situation pleasurable.  No, Carl seemed to have a power over her that wouldn't allow her to drift away.  His large cock was slowly spearing in and out of her, hitting her deeply, expanding her tissues like nobody else had accomplished.  It felt ten times better than the other guys' and she didn't know why.  It was bigger sure but that wasn't it, maybe it was his power over her that made it feel different.  No matter what it was, it was ramping up her arousal and making her hornier than ever for her long sought after cum.  Her arms and legs were on auto-pilot again as they wrapped around his large flabby body, eager to have his sizable girth inside her.  Carl rewarded her by sinking his cock in as deeply as her channel would allow.  Her moans were uncontrollable now as they escaped with every inward thrust of his cock.

"Yes girl, your cunt feels truly remarkable.  I'm going to make it a point to ask every guy who fucks you tonight if they agree.  Would you like that?  Would you like me to ask all the guys who you are going to fuck tonight if they like your pussy?," he asked, not necessarily expecting her to answer right away.  She was after all still relatively new to being ordered around sexually.  "I asked you a question?"

"Yes," Stacy said meekly.  She was shocked to hear her own voice respond.  She was so self-assured with every other aspect in her life, why was she like this when it came to men and sex?

"And just how many guys would you like to fuck tonight my dear?"

"I don't know," she replied.

"That's not the right answer.  The answer is every single one I find for you.  Isn't that right?"

Stacy nodded again.  She didn't want to, but she knew she would.  If Carl lined up fifty guys, she knew she would just lie here and let them all fuck her.

"So how many guys do you want to fuck tonight?"

"As many as you want me to."

"And if I want you to fuck a hundred guys, would you do it and welcome all one hundred cocks into your body?"  With that last question, he pushed his bloated cock into her with force, just to emphasize his point about getting fucked hard.

"Yes."

"And if I told you to let them fuck your mouth and spill their seed down your throat, would you do it?"

Again she nodded yes.

"And if I told you, you had to take them into your asshole and fuck them there, would you do it?"

"Yes," Stacy moaned, she was getting very close to cumming now, and it was all because she was accepting her new role in Carl's world.

Olivia was still sitting there watching the scene unfold in front of her.  She was shocked at how submissive her friend had become.  Looking over at poor Ed, he was standing there with his cock in his hand wondering what they hell had just happened.  He was only a few feet from the pussy that he'd been pumping into for the last few minutes, and with Carl taking over, Stacy might as well have been another time zone away for all the luck he'd have getting her back now.  She felt sorry for him, but at the same time, it was his own doing.  He hadn't said he wanted to fuck her, or Stacy for that matter, he said he wanted to eat cream pies, and maybe that was what Carl was preparing for him?  He was the ring master of this circus and she had a job to do.  She was to go out and get guys to bring back.

Standing up, Olivia went and found her tank top and pulled it down over her bare breasts, then did the same with her skirt pulling it up over her bare bottom.  Going bra-less was just easier and she hadn't even worn panties today so that wasn't even an option as she prepared to go and find...whomever?  Donning her sandals and grabbing her purse, Olivia walked to the door of the cheap motel room, and took one last look at Ed standing there watching as Carl plowed into her best friend's pussy before opening the door and walking out into the waning afternoon sun.

I can't believe my best friend who is normally so independent can suddenly turn into such a puppet!  I'm not even like that!  I do it because I want to, she's doing it because she's being told to.  Wow, this is going to be way easier than I thought.  Now what to do about getting guys?  Olivia pulled out her phone and thought of an easy way to round up suitable takers.  She hadn't set up her new sex email account yet on her phone, but a few minutes later and she had full access to her email list of guys who'd responded to her offer to take her virginity.

It was a very simple message: "Hi, it's me Candy.  I know this is very sudden, but my best friend and I are giving away free sex, today only.  Get to the Seafarer Motel on Cumberland right now and you'll get to be first in line.  We'll be here in room 101 until 8pm tonight, so get here right now!  A word of warning though, we have two "protectors" with us who will be watching so if you're afraid of performing in front of an audience, don't bother coming!  See you soon!

Well that ought to do for later, but what about right now?  Well, door to door worked last time.  Olivia walked to door 102 and knocked. After a few moments, a dark haired guy of about thirty answered the door.  "Hi, can I help you?" he asked.

Olivia peered in and didn't see anybody else inside.  "Hi, my name is Olivia and I have a proposition for you, can I come inside?"

It was the fastest business deal she'd ever closed.  A quick flash of her tits and pussy and he was putty in her hands.  Not only did the guy agree to have free sex with her, but he even offered to let her use his room for a few hours.  It adjoined onto Ed's room and as far as Olivia was concerned, it offered a second bed to work from.  "Call your friends and see if they want to join the party, Ed next door is paying for everything so my friend and I are free of charge tonight!"

"I'm just in town for a wedding reception that I'm leaving to go to shortly.  I only know like two other guys that are going and I'm meeting them at the reception hall.  I may not even be coming back, that's why I offered to let you use the room.  If I come back at all, it won't be until after midnight at the earliest."

"Maybe you can talk those guys into coming here first and then go.  Trust me, I'll make it worth your while," she said with a sly grin.

"Just answer me one question, you're saying you're a prostitute, right?"

"Yeah, in the flesh," she said still standing just inside the doorway.

"Aren't you kinda young for that?"

"Not really.  Look I love sex and if I can make a few bucks on the side, it just makes it that much better.  So do you want to get down to business, or would you rather ask twenty questions?"

"Well yeah, but am I going to end up in jail for having sex with you?  I mean, you look pretty good, but I don't think you're eighteen yet, am I right?  The last thing I want is a pile of deputies running through the door arresting my ass because I nailed a sixteen year old."

"You have nothing to worry about.  It's my ass on the line too.  If my mother found out she'd kill my ass.  Oh I do have one request, the guy paying for this whole show might want to peek in on us so we'll need to leave the adjoining door open, are you cool with that?"

"That's a little weird, but I guess I can live with that."

"Don't worry, once you're naked with me, you won't even remember your own name let alone worry about what's going on around us," Olivia said with confidence.  "So are we good?"

"Yeah."

"Excellent."  Olivia strode over to the adjoining door and unlocked and opened it.  Knocking lightly she waited a few moments before she heard the bolt retract and the door open a crack.  Of course it was Ed and of course Carl was still going strong fucking Stacy.  Poor Ed, with as long as Carl could hold out, he might be waiting quite a while before he got to fuck Stacy again. "Hi Ed, uh...what's your name?" she asked looking back over her shoulder at the dark haired guy she'd just closed a deal with.

"Tony," he called out.

"Tony is going to let us use his room for our little party.  He said you can watch if you want.  We're going to get started and see if we can't rustle you up a little treat.  Sound good Eddy?" she said with a wink.

"Olivia, you are nothing if not full of surprises," he said with a big smile.

"Tony might be sending some guys our way, and I emailed about two hundred guys and invited them over." She said through the partially open door.

"You did what?  I didn't bring that much money!  Besides there's just the two of you!  You aren't going to be able to handle anything like that girl!"

"Don't worry, I doubt we'll get more than a dozen or two.  I just didn't want to take any chances we wouldn't be able to fulfill your request."  I told them to come to your room.  Stacy can work that one, I can work this one, sound good?"

Carl was listening in on the conversation as he pumped smoothly into Stacy's cunt.  The little vixen just kept staring at him with those big glassy bedroom eyes; her hands and body had taken on a life of their own as she urged him to continue fucking her body.  Gone was the complaining little bitch whom he first met, under him now was a sensual female who wanted nothing more than his manhood sliding into her glistening pussy.  She was still so tight, but it wasn't just the pussy that was making him quickly grow fond of her, it was those deep brown eyes.  He could see all the way into her soul through them and what he saw made his heart leap.  She was every bit as sexual as Olivia, maybe even more.  Inside her lurked an insatiable thirst that was begging to be quenched.

Well, she was going to get that chance tonight if Olivia's email idea panned out.  Even if twenty showed up, he'd make sure Stacy took on her fair share.  It was time to bring her into the stable and make her his second whore.  She didn't have the same qualities Olivia had.  No, hers were much different, but just as enticing once you found yourself in the position he found himself now.

Stacy looked up at Carl as he labored his big fat body over hers, his thick cock splitting her open in such a wonderful way.  It was just like the previous night when she had awaken to find him thrusting into her body.  So much had changed in just one day, she'd spent the whole previous night at home thinking about what had happened at Carl's place.  Getting fucked by Nick and then Carl, it had all been so enjoyable, except for the massive amounts of guilt she'd felt about it.  That was why she'd freaked out.  The task of accepting the inevitable was more than she could manage at the time.  She had an appetite, one that ran in the family, and it was one she couldn't control with her conscience anymore.  That safety switch was turned off forever, Carl had seen to that.

Her family had tried to hide it, her sister had let her in on the secret, and she was destined to be the next in line.  It started with she and her sister Katy catching her mother in the act.  Her mother loved sex and loved to be dominated, told what to do.  How Katy had found that out Stacy didn't know, but they'd heard her mother through the vent pipes one afternoon when she didn't know anyone could hear.  Her father was making her have sex with someone else and from the sounds of it, her mother was loving it.  It was the first and certainly not the last time they'd heard her mother being dominated that way.

Katy was next, Stacy had heard her in her bedroom having sex and Stacy knew, she just knew she would be the next to fall into the same routine.  Having sex and loving it to the point that she wouldn't be able to control herself.  Brutus was just the start, she knew Brutus was fucking both her mother and her sister.  Whomever else they were fucking was a mystery, but she knew they were doing it regularly.  That was why she was desperate to avoid the inevitable.  Her hormones had been calling to her for months, begging her to satisfy her urges.  Her pussy creamed at the very thought of sex and lately she was thinking of it all the time.  When Olivia confessed her desire to become sexually active, Stacy knew it would bring out her weakness and her exposure to her friend's lifestyle would drag her into it despite her best efforts.  When the day came that she would succumb to those desires, she knew her ability to control her sexuality would be over.  She would become subservient to whomever took charge of her, and Carl seemed to be the one she would be controlled by.  She heard Olivia say she'd emailed hundreds of guys for sex, and if Carl told her to fuck every last one of them, she'd do it, and she'd do it with a smile on her face, enjoying every last second of it.

Right now his thick cock was sluicing in and out of her cunt and she was in heaven, enjoying it like a death-row inmate enjoying his last meal.  Savoring every inch of his thick flesh as it entered and exited her body, stimulating her nerves in ways she'd never before imagined.  She was to become an addict to male flesh just like her mother, fucking endless men while her father watched.  They called themselves swingers, but it was just a front, and excuse they used to satisfy her uncontrolled urges.  Her mother needed cock like a drug addict needed their drugs. As much of a slut as Olivia wanted to be, her mother was already light years beyond her, Katy was on her way she suspected, and she felt it right down to her bones that she would follow right along.  She was two days into having sex and she'd fucked five guys already.  However many she'd end up fucking tonight was completely unknown, but one thing was certain, she wouldn't be able to say no.

Ed watched as Olivia stripped down naked and began doing the same to the studly dark haired guy next door.  She was about to get fucked and he was just standing there watching as she pulled out Tony's cock and started going down on him.  Behind him Carl was fucking the brunette cutie.  His dreams of having both girls to fuck at the same time had gone up in smoke with his mention of eating cream pies.  Sure he loved that, but it wasn't like he was gay, he just liked the idea of eating cum out of a sexy young cunt.  It seemed like he would have way more than his ideal share before the night was over.  Over his should her heard Carl grunting loudly followed by the brunette moaning in tandem.  They were both cumming and it was exhilarating, even if he wasn't the one pumping cum into the young girl.

Carl was extremely satisfied, he'd dumped his cum into his new prize for the first time and he couldn't have been more pleased.  She looked at him like a long lost lover and her eyes stayed with him even after he'd climbed up off of her prone body.  He told her to continue laying there with her legs spread wide and she did so without questioning his demand.  

Ed was enjoying the next best thing to fucking his dark haired beauty, he was eating her pussy and it was ripe with Carl's cum.  He liked the taste when it was mixed with the taste of pussy, and in this girl's case, her young pussy tasted so fresh and delicious.  It made waiting while she got fucked worth it.

Carl stuck his head through the connecting doorway and saw Olivia riding atop some random guy, enjoying his cock while she bobbed along on top of it.  Ed was eating Stacy's pussy and according to his calculations, he had $2000 already banked between Olivia and Stacy, with three cocks to go before he got into the bonus money.

A knock on the door caught his attention and he went to answer it.  There was a guy at the door asking for Candy.  He was just another mope, but he was number four and would be one guy closer to making more money.  "Hey there, I'm Candy's manager, come on in."  

Letting the guy in the door, he was surprised to see a young teen girl on the bed getting eaten out by a bald naked man.  "What's going on?" he said.

"I just fucked her. Ed here is cleaning my cum out of her, unless you want to fuck her with a pussy full of my cum?"

"No thanks, let him clean her up first," he replied.  "Is that Candy?  I thought she was blonde?"

"Candy is next door, but she's tied up at the moment.  You can wait for her, or you can fuck this one.  Your choice."

"This is legit, I can actually fuck her right?"

"Yeah, better get going too before the next guy gets here."

"Stacy baby, this guy is going to fuck you now so do him right.  I wouldn't want you to leave him unsatisfied.  Go on tell him what you want him to do," Carl ordered to the naked girl lying there with a bald man eating away between her legs.

Stacy couldn't stop herself, summoning her voice and saying something she didn't know she could say, she said, "Please mister, come fuck my hungry pussy.  Please stick your big cock in me."

Carl smiled as his new little whore beckoned her newest lover.  The guy quickly started to undress and by the time he was done, he was fully naked in front of all of them.  "Suck his cock honey and get him nice and hard so he can fuck your sweet little pussy good." 

Stacy felt her strings being pulled again and welcomed this stranger onto the bed with her.  His cock hung heavily between his legs and as he crawled up onto her chest, his cock only inches from her face.  Stacy knew it would be a very common act that she would be expected to do all the time from now on.

Grabbing his flesh, she pulled it to her mouth and sucked it inside.  Looking up at the face of attached to the penis she was now sucking, Stacy understood what Olivia meant when she described the hunger men had for her.  He was looking at her that way too, and it made her feel much more aroused.  She was a wanted woman and it was her duty to service this man's needs.  His flesh stiffened in her oral cavity as she sucked the crown, running her tongue around its soft curves, her small hand squeezing and stroking the thickening shaft.

She didn't know or even care if she was doing a good job on his cock, her job was to get him hard so he could fuck her cunt, and that was just what she was going to do.  The she could feel the soft head swell as she sucked and licked on it, her fist stroking the lengthening shaft firmly.  It was a big one, or at least it was going to be.  The organ kept swelling and she knew it was easily bigger than Brad's from earlier today.  It was only the second penis she'd had in her mouth, but she could tell from the girth it was more substantial than Brad's.  Adding her second hand onto his shaft, Stacy was now had two hands gripping his cock and they weren't overlapping either.  It was definitely a long one too as she felt some room between her two fists as she stroked down to the root, feeling the gap left between her fist and her mouth.  Fuck, this is going inside me?  Holy crap!  This must be one of the guys we put into Olivia's "Are you kidding me!" pile.  Looking back up at his face, Stacy stared intently as she rolled her tongue around the fat head, taking in the details, his eyes, mouth, nose.  The face started to look familiar and Stacy realized she did remember this guy from one of the photos.

"I love it when you stare at me like that while you're sucking me off.  I haven't even fucked you yet, but I already know I want to fuck you again," he whispered.  "Can I get your number so we can do this again?"

He was asking Stacy realized, he wasn't ordering her.  She could say no to that, but did she want to?  He was actually good looking, even if he was an older guy.  Not old, but definitely in his thirties, then again it was hard for a twelve year old to judge the subtleties of aging men.  Anybody older than a high school aged guy was old.  Nodding a silent answer to his question, Stacy spat out the fat head and said, "Tell me what you want."  Hesitating before finishing her sentence, she added, "Don't ask me.  Tell me."  Sticking the cock back in her mouth, she waited for him to answer.

"Okay, then I'm going to fuck you right now, and you're going to fuck me again after tonight."

Spitting the cock out once again, Stacy smiled and said, "That's better, now what do you want?"

Getting it finally, the man rolled over onto his back next to her and said, "Get on my cock now girl and fuck me right." 

Stacy sat up and looked at the man's body now from a new perspective, he was well built and much larger than her small body.  His cock looked huge now that she could see its full size.  She was going to put it into her body because she'd been told to, first by Carl and now by this guy.  Lifting her leg up she shifted over and straddled his legs, her crotch parallel with his manhood.

"That's right baby, put that big cock into your cunt right now," he ordered.

Grabbing onto the big thing, Stacy realized it was twice as thick as her wrist and nearly as long as her forearm.  Up on her knees, she guided the big stick between her legs and rubbed it up against her wet pussy.  She was soaked and knew that in seconds, it would be inside her body.  It was maybe a little thicker than Carl's, but definitely longer.  She enjoyed the feeling of the soft fat head as she stroked it up and down her labia, splitting the chubby tissues open.  Pushing her hips down, Stacy could feel the big thing start to press into her sex and then it was in, at least the crown was anyway.

"Oh yeah baby, your pussy is so hot, now get on it and fuck me hard," he said as he grabbed onto her hips and pulled down forcefully.

"Oooof," Stacy grunted as she felt the big cock split her open.  He was pulling her down much faster than she wanted him too, stretching her insides before she really had a chance to get used to it.  "Ooooh, you're so huge, slow down, I've never had such a big one before," she moaned as she felt him going deep.  His hands were gripping her hips and were still pulling her down.  He was trying to fit the whole thing in and she knew there was just no way that was going to happen.

Trying her best to relax her pussy muscles, Stacy felt his substantial cock finally hit bottom and thankfully his grip on her hips relax as well.

"See, I told you to get down on my cock and you did it.  Now move your ass and fuck me," he ordered as he started pushing back up on her hips.

Stacy felt the pressure from his hands and knew he wanted her to lift off his cock.  Squatting on her knees and feet, with the backs of her thighs and buttocks resting on his torso, Stacy lifted her body up to a vertical kneeling position.  She felt her inner tissues contract as the beefy thing slowly extracted from her pussy.  Her body was raised up from his genitalia as high up as her legs would allow, and the end of his cock was still embedded inside her pussy.  Stacy gained an appreciation for just how long his cock was.  Feeling his hands start to pull her back down, she found herself being impaled back onto his substantial pole.  It was her first time fucking in this position and it was a strange new sensation, fucking, instead of being fucked.  I like this!  Pushing her body back down, she felt her insides stretch again, only this time she did it at her pace and it felt much more comfortable than the first intrusion.  As she felt the blunt head hit the back of her pussy and she immediately started to return trip back up.  

The look of pure joy on his face told her everything she needed to know about how it felt to him.  Starting slowly at first, Stacy gradually picked up the pace as her body grew used to the big thing until she was ramping up and down on him with speed and force.  His hands found her small breasts and the feelings were incredible.  God, no wonder Olivia loves this so much!  I don't even know this guy's name and I think I love him already!  Or at least I love having sex with him.

Carl stood next to Ed as he watched Stacy slamming her pussy down on the guy's great big cock.  "Pretty sweet huh bud?"

"I can't believe she can take a cock that big in her.  She's so small and he's so huge!" Ed replied.

"I bet he fills her with a ton of cream, get ready to eat.  I bet he won't be able to hold out much more at the pace she's riding him at."

"I know I wouldn't be able to hold out if that was me.  Damn she's cute and look at her ride.  How long has she been fucking?"

"She says yesterday, but I know she's lying.  I saw her get fucked last night supposedly for the first time and there was no blood.  Then I fucked her and she took me with no fuss." Well that was lie, but it wasn't because of the size of his cock.  This girl had secrets and he'd find them out soon enough.  Watching the cute girl riding the guy on the bed, Carl went and grabbed Olivia's purse and pulled out her new phone.  A little hi def video of this event might be worth having.  

A few minutes into capturing Stacy riding the guy's big cock, Carl heard a door slam outside, and curiosity got the better of him.  Looking out through the window, he saw several cars pulling into the parking lot, and two guys already walking up to the door.  "Hey Ed, we got more coming.  Go tell Olivia to hurry her ass up, she has work to do."

Olivia was deep in her moment, her latest notch was stroking nicely into her fiery pussy and it was just as enjoyable as any she'd ever had.  It was Ed's voice that broke her concentration.

"Hey Olivia, there are more guys coming in Carl says.  He wanted me to tell you to finish up."

"Ok, thanks Ed," she answered.  Her guy looked down at her and had a look of disappointment on his face.  He'd been stroking away at a nice pleasurable pace, something she'd been adoring.  She'd forgotten this was about the business and that she needed to get this guy off and make room for the next guy in line.  "Roll over Tony, let me get on top."

"Alright babe," he said as he pulled his cock out of her sweet bald pussy.  Flopping over, he watched as the prettiest girl he'd ever fucked climbed onto his lap and quickly made his cock disappear inside her sweet body.  She was so hot and so was her pussy.  She was bathing him in her slick juices and other than the slight odor coming off of her, she was just about as perfect a girl as he'd ever found.  She started riding his cock hard and he knew she was trying to milk him for his cum and get him off.  Well she was certainly welcome to do that.

Olivia looked down at the guy and rested her hands on his chest while she humped her cunt up and down on his cock.  He was average in size and he wasn't anything special to look at, but he was watching her in awe and she knew he was appreciating every second with her.  It wasn't arrogance she was feeling, more like pride that she was giving him something he would treasure forever.  She was concentrating on getting him off so much that she failed to recognize her own impending orgasm and as it suddenly rushed up on her, she was caught off guard and surrendered to the wash of hormones that suddenly flooded her body.  "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh" she grunted as her body tensed up, her pussy clamping down on Tony's cock.  Her hands immediately went to her breasts as she grabbed her nipples, substantially increasing the intensity and duration of her orgasm.  He body shuddered as she threw her head back, her blonde hair falling back off her shoulders and draping down her sweaty back.  Her whole body was coated in a glistening sheen from her exertions.  As she felt her orgasm winding down, Olivia felt what she was looking for.  Tony's cock was throbbing inside her pussy, he was cumming and she'd claimed yet another victim for her cock log.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.  It was Carl standing there in the doorway with her phone in his hand and he was motioning for her to hurry up.  Nodding her head, she rolled over and flopped down next to Tony and his heaving chest.  They were both pretty worked up and sweaty and both very satiated.

"I need to get a shower and get going to this wedding.  Do you want to join me?"

"In the shower, or going to the wedding?" she asked with a smile.  Rolling over, Olivia felt her breasts squish together, giving her a great cleavage shot for Tony to remember her by as he started to climb off the bed, watching her the whole time.

"I meant the shower, but a hotty like you would be fun to take with me.  I'm, sure you'd be a hit with the guys at the wedding," he said as he slowly retreated towards the bathroom, his rapidly deflating cock looking very harmless at the moment.

"Sounds like fun, but I have work to do.  I'll join you in the shower in a minute.  I'll give you a head start, ok?"

"Sure babe, see you in a second," he said before walking into the bathroom and running the water.

Scooting up off the bed, Olivia hurried back into Ed's room and made a beeline for the couch.  She quickly took in Stacy riding on top of some strange new guy and Carl was nowhere to be found.  Ed was standing there and made a move to join her, understanding instantly what she was up to.  It was an instant replay of the first time he'd eaten a cream pie out of her.

Sitting down quickly Olivia leaned back and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wide.  Ed rushed in and locked his mouth around her vaginal opening just as the first dribbles of cum started to flow.  It was like a little slice of heaven every time Ed ate her out, his skilled tongue swirled all around her smooth labia and then shifted down going for her entrance.  His tongue was digging deep, pushing into her sex and it felt amazing.  "Oh Ed, that feels so nice.  Can you eat me out after every guy I fuck?  It sure would be nice to not have cum dripping out all the time."

Without stopping, Ed looked up and nodded eagerly.  Apparently he was enjoying what he was finding inside of her she realized.  Sure she like swallowing cum, but it wasn't because of the taste, it was because of the sexiness of the act that preceded the result.  She finally understood why he liked doing this.  It wasn't the cum he was enjoying as much as it was he was enjoying her body and enjoying the culmination of her sex acts.  It was still a little weird, but she was starting to like his weirdness, especially if it ended up with his mouth latched onto her pussy.  Olivia finally looked over at Stacy and realized what she was riding.  "Holy fuck, look at the size of that thing!"  Her astonished expression got the attention of both Stacy and the guy as they glanced over at Ed eating her out.

"Candy I presume?" the guy said as Stacy continued her hard fucking on his big cock.

"Olivia actually, thanks for coming.  Your name is?"

"Henry, and your sexy little friend here is?"

"Stacy," Olivia replied.  Stacy looked absorbed in what she was doing and returned her gaze down to Henry as she continued to pound her pussy up and down on his seriously large cock.  No wonder she was lost in la-la land again.  It was probably taking all her attention just to keep from screaming out from impaling herself on his tool like that.  "I think I'm as clean as I'm going to get Ed.  I'm going to run next door a grab a quick shower.  Is Carl still here?" she asked as she put her feet back down and stood up.  Ed was still seated on the floor in front of her, his face still only inches from her pussy.

"Yeah, I think he's outside organizing the next guys.  Apparently you have quite the turnout."

"Well, Tony is leaving soon to go to a wedding and we have his room for the rest of the night and then we can get things rolling a little better," she said as she headed for the dividing door.  Looking back, she could see through the curtains and she saw Carl standing there with about eight or nine guys.  Holy shit, how many more are going to show up?  This might be a very busy night!  

Olivia decided right there on the spot that she was going to use some of that white powder Carl had given her, just as a precaution.  It appeared she'd be giving her pussy quite a workout for the next few hours.  Giving Stacy one last glance brought a smile to her face.  Her eyes were closed and a perma-smile was plastered across her best friend's face.  She apparently was lost in a world of sexual bliss as she worked Henry's big cock in and out of her pussy.  I finally have my partner in crime.  Awesome.

Olivia joined Tony in the shower and was finally able to rid herself of Betty's stinky pussy smell as she rinsed the shampoo from her golden hair.  Toweling off, she resisted Tony's advances for round two, promising him another go later if she was still up for it and able to physically.  This was going to be a test of her physical limits she knew.  If she was expecting to reenact one of her marathon gang-bangs from her dreams, this was the time to do it.

Sliding back into Ed's room, Olivia grabbed her purse and went into Ed's bathroom.  Using her fingers, she liberally coated the insides of her pussy with the powder and almost instantly felt the rush going to her brain.  Man this stuff is amazing!  Blow drying her hair with the crappy little dryer attached to the wall, Olivia put on a quick dash of makeup and exited the bathroom in time to see Stacy and Henry apparently having a simultaneous orgasm.  He was as loud as she was as the two of them embraced tightly.  They looked adorable together Olivia noticed.  What she also noticed was the enormity of his cock as it remained jammed in her friend's cunt.  God I hope I get to fuck him sometime.

Even though she had his email address somewhere, Olivia couldn't let this stallion get away, not for either of their sakes.  Grabbing the pen and pad off the table next to the bed, Olivia asked, "Hey Henry, what's your phone number, I think Stacy might want it."

Stashing his number in her purse, Olivia went to the door and cracked it open.  "Hey Carl, I'm ready for whoever's next, and I think Tony might have left so his room should be open for us to use now."

"Sure kid. Here, you might need this," he said as he tossed a tube in her direction.  Olivia hadn't been prepared for his toss and she had to open the door to retrieve whatever it was that he'd tossed at her.  Opening the door further, Olivia saw an even larger group of guys standing there talking to him.  Stepping out quickly, Olivia picked up the tube of lube and scurried back inside, her smooth naked ass cheeks leaving the guys with a view what was to come.

As Olivia walked back in, she saw Stacy climbing off Henry and saw firsthand just how big Henry's cock was, as the deflating tool slipped from her friends pussy.  "Stacy why don't you sit on the couch and let Ed clean you up."

Stacy looked over at her friend and looked hesitantly at her.  After such an amazing experience with Henry, Stacy didn't want her newest lover to see her like that.

"What are you talking about?" Henry asked.

Olivia quickly explained the situation and a grin spread across his face.  Looking at the cute brunette lying next to him, Henry piped out and said, "Yeah Stacy, go sit on the couch and let Eddy there eat your fine little pussy."

That was all it took Olivia realized as she watched her friend roll off the bed and go assume the position she herself had been in only ten minutes previously.  

Ed sat down and pulled Stacy's butt up to the edge of the couch and dove in.  A big sigh escaped Stacy's lips as he feasted on her spermy cunt.  While she lay there, Olivia stepped up to Henry and whispered in his ear.

"Henry, can you and I get together really soon so I can try that gigantic thing of yours out?" she said on her tippy toes.  He was so much bigger than she was and as she stood there with her body pressed up against his, she couldn't help but lightly grasp his manhood.  It was thick, very thick, and easily much longer than Carl's.  He could be as big as Charles or Sam she realized.  Wow, what if I tried a three-way with those three cocks, oh my God, I wouldn't be able to walk for a week!

"Sure thing sweetie, I'd love to fuck the both of you at the same time."

"I'm sure we could arrange that," she said as she let go of his cock and stepped lightly in Tony's now vacant room.  It wasn't vacant for long as a new guy walked in and made himself right at home.  Olivia hadn't even bothered putting any clothes back on and for the rest of the night she wouldn't need any either.

Olivia lost track of the number of guys she was with after Carl started sending them in three at a time.  As each guy spurted his seed, he was asked to leave and once all three had spurted their cum into her body, Ed would come in and clean her up.  The occasional shower in between refreshed her body and a generous dosing of the white powder kept her pussy in prime shape.

Olivia caught Carl snapping pictures and the occasional video of her servicing three guys at once.  The faces seemed to smear together as her head got foggier and foggier. Her body felt amazing and the sex seemed to get better and better as time rolled on.  The current guy she was blowing was standing over her bashing his cock down her throat roughly.  It was distracting her from the guy she was sitting on, his cock was pressed up into her pussy while some other guy squatted behind her with his cock pressed into her ass.  But she wasn't focused on those two, no she was focused on the guy jamming his cock into her throat.  She was gagging and spitting saliva and bile down her chest as he repeatedly throat fucked her.  He wasn't overly thick, but he was long and he easily reached a few inches down her throat.  He wasn't kind and he didn't seem to care.

Just when she thought she'd have to beg him to stop, he pushed in as far as he could push, his pubes jammed right up against her nostrils.  Olivia fought to keep from retching up the contents of her stomach as her tummy did flips, and at the same time, struggled to get air down her windpipe.  She was pushing against his body but his grip on the back of her head was too tight.  The guys underneath her either didn't know or care to come to her rescue.  To them they probably figured she was enjoying it, or deserved it.

Just when she thought she was blacking out, she felt his cock start to throb inside of her throat and knew he was spewing his semen right down her throat.  Pulling his cock out, Olivia was finally able to suck in a breath of air just as the guy finished shooting the last of his cum onto her face.  

It was pretty upsetting for several reasons Olivia thought as she watched the guy jump down off the bed.  She was staring at him, trying to remember his face so she could identify him from his emailed photo.  He had distinct features and was one guy she'd remember for a long time.  He stood there watching her get double fucked while he put his clothes on, grinning at her the whole time.  Olivia couldn't help but stare back as the drool from her mouth mixed with his sperm and dripped down off her chin and down onto her breasts.  She was mess, with drool, and bile coated down her chest.  He'd loved doing it to her, she could tell by the way he was grinning at her.  If not for the shock of it, and the distraction of the two other guys she was supposed to be pleasing at the same time, she might have been able to get used to it.  But he didn't let her get used to it, he did it on purpose.

Olivia wasn't sure what to feel about it.  He was still standing there looking at her when the guy underneath her urged her to get back to fucking his cock.  Olivia knew she was giving him a shitty fuck, and returned her attention back to the two remaining guys.  As she was getting back into it, the throat-fuck guy tapped her on the shoulder.  He was pointing to a slip of paper on the bedside table and motioned with is hand for her to call him.  Yeah, if I ever need somebody to pound the fuck out of my throat, I'll be sure to call.  The sad thing was, The Queen might just do that.

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Olivia noticed it was getting dark outside and took a break as Eddy cleaned up her cunt and ass.  The tube of lube was long gone and what was leaking out of her ass must have been disgusting, but Eddy was a trooper and kept licking.

Pushing his head away finally, Olivia sauntered out into the other room.  What she saw was a shock.  Stacy was lying on her back on top of some guy while another guy knelt between her legs.  A third guy was standing over her and she was sucking on his cock.  She was getting triple fucked and she was writhing and moaning around the cock in her mouth, her hands were squeezing her nipples and she appeared to be having the time of her life.  Carl was sitting in the chair watching while he slowly stroked his cock.

"Holy shit Carl, when did Stacy start taking it up the ass, and what is she doing taking on three at a time?" Olivia asked in shock.  

"Oh you missed all the fun girl.  Her fourth guy asked her if he could fuck her ass, and I happened to be in the room at the time.  I told her she had to fuck him in the ass and then I told her she had to start fucking every guy in her ass.  Fucking little nympho wouldn't stop, she asked for more so I started sending them in two at a time, then three.  She still needs work sucking dick, but she's doing great with everything else."

Olivia thought the poor bed was about to collapse from all the frantic activity going on, and her best friend caught right in the middle.  "I still can't believe it.  How is she doing it, I mean she just started yesterday, how can she be so into it already, and how is she physically able to take it?  I've been using that white powder all night to keep myself primed."

"What do you think I've been giving her?  She's high as a kite and loving every second of it, same as you babe."

"What do you mean?  Are you talking about the ecstasy?  I would think that's worn off by now."  

"It might be, but what do you think that white stuff is?"

"It's not just that lidocaine stuff is it?" she asked, realized that the euphoric feeling shouldn't be the result of just a pain reliever.

"Smart girl, it's cocaine mixed with lidocaine.  It's a pretty standard thing to cut coke with.  It's great for pain relief and the coke makes you want to fuck all night long, which you have been.  Which reminds me, I better capture this moment for your viewing pleasure," he said picking up her camera and taking a few shots and then some video of Stacy getting triple fucked.

Olivia wasn't shocked to hear it was cocaine.  In the back of her mind she knew Carl had it.  He'd offered it to her the first night she'd met him.  It was interesting that he'd given it to her under false pretences.  It made sense though, what twelve year old would knowingly want to take such an addictive drug.  Giving it to her and letting her feel the power it held and the pleasure it provided was the way she guessed he needed to give it to her.  Staring out the window while she pondered the pleasure cocaine had given her, she realized just how dark it was outside. "What time is it Carl?"

"Uhhh, nine-thirty babe."

"Holy crap, we've been at this for that long!" she said with an astonished look on her face.  

"Yep.  I lost count of how many guys I sent in to you girls.  The guys kept showing up, so I kept sending them in.  All I know is Eddy must have swallowed down a gallon of cum from you girls.  He gave up about an hour ago."

"Where is Ed anyway?  I haven't seen him for a bit."

"Went to get more money.  He gave me all he had, about six thousand dollars, which is very nice for one night's work.  I'm not going to hold him to the $250 a head like we'd agreed, the fucking guy would break the bank with as many guys as you've girls have fucked tonight."

"How many have we fucked?"

"Hell if I know, fifty maybe?  Maybe more, I'm not really sure.  You'll have to look at all the photos and figure it out.  I'm pretty sure you can get that first tattoo though as I'm positive you've broken past the fifty mark by now."

"Really?  That's so...awesome."  Her body seemed to be agreeing with Carl's tally as she sat down on his knee.  She felt utterly exhausted and was actually hoping to get some rest.  Not a break from sex, she thought she could handle more, but she didn't know if she had the energy left for more.  Sitting there she watched Stacy getting gang-fucked and knew this was the start of good things to come.  Leaning back she rested her tired body up against Carl's generous belly and just watched the scene in front of her.  It was spectacular.

Carl had other ideas, he'd been waiting all day to fuck his little doll and he didn't really care how tired she was.  "Go take a shower baby, you stink," he said pushing her off his lap.

Olivia nearly fell on the floor as Carl pushed her gently off his knee.  She was tired, but knew he was right, she smelled of sweat, cum and ass juice.  Tony would get a shock if and when he returned to his room.  His bed was covered in bodily fluids, enough so that a black light would probably make the whole bed glow!

Stepping into the shower, Olivia washed the grime from her body and thought back to the endless line of guys she'd fucked.  She was disappointed to realize that all along she'd had this pool of guys available and now that she'd fucked so many of them, she hadn't even been introduced to them.  A few had, but most just climbed on and used her body for their pleasure.  She thought back as the water ran down her body, wondering if any of her top ten guys had shown up.  There was one guy she really had thought hard about picking as her first, she didn't think he'd shown up, or at least if he had, he didn't fuck her.  An uncharacteristic pang of jealousy went through her as she thought about Stacy out there fucking her guys.  She actually realized she might be a little pissed about it.  What if that good looking fortyish guy with the big dick fucked Stacy tonight and not me?  I almost chose him over Aaron.  Olivia suddenly wanted to look at those pictures really badly, but first she wanted another little dose of that white powder.  

No. call it what it is, cocaine.  You are now officially a coke whore Olivia.  The Queen giggled at the thought.  She loved the idea of it.  It was one step closer to completely losing any innocence she might have left.  A coke whore who'd do anything for a fix.  She wasn't there by a long stretch, but she'd do just about anything sex-wise that anyone asked.  Step by step Olivia, degrade yourself until nothing will shock you.  You might want to call that throat fucker dude, he'll get you used to that kind of abuse in no time!

Stepping out and drying off, Olivia grabbed her purse and found the last of the white powder and stuffed it inside her cunt.  She knew people snorted it, but she didn't know how, not yet anyway.  The rush hit her moments later and her recent thoughts about her sluttiness gave her a renewed vigor.  Stepping out of the bathroom, she looked like a dream with her wet hair falling down her back, her body looking as hot as ever.

Even the guys fucking Stacy paused for a second as she stood there in her glory.

"You're with me Liv, let's go," Carl said as he stood up and crossed the room.  Grabbing her by the wrist he pulled her along with him and entered room 102.  Carl pulled the sheets off the bed and pushed her down onto the bare mattress.  Walking back over the small table by the window, Carl put her phone on the small table by the window and turned on the video record button, focusing it on his blonde beauty.

Olivia felt the rough material scratching into her back while he returned to the bed and climbed on top of her.  Crawling up her prone body, Carl stopped when his ball sack rested on her chin.  "Suck me baby, then fuck me like you've never fucked before.  Don't hold back.  Tell me every raunchy thing you want to do, every thought that has ever gone through that perverted little head of yours."

Olivia was feeling the effects of the coke hit her and she did just that, taking his cock into her mouth and pushing back on his ass cheeks driving his cock in deep.  It hit the back of her throat and he wasn't even fully hard yet.  Bobbing her head forward, Olivia sucked and pushed, trying to recreate the vicious throat fuck she'd endured earlier.  She didn't understand why she wanted to do that, her throat still hurt from it, but here she was trying it again.

Carl understood, he'd witnessed the guy who'd been so rough with her.  He was right around the corner waiting to step in if he thought it was going too far.  He'd been rock hard and ready to do it himself, now here was his baby trying to get him to do the same.  He knew his position was all wrong is she wanted it done right.  Shimmying backwards, Carl pulled Olivia upright, the whole time keeping his cock buried in the back of her throat.  When he was confident he had the right angle, and when he felt his cock was hard enough, Carl went to town giving his angel exactly what she wanted, a vicious throat fuck the likes of which she'd never experienced.

Olivia wasn't sure why she wanted this, and even now was uncertain she wanted Carl to continue.  He was bashing her throat hard and driving his cock deep into her throat.  She had to time her breaths with his thrusts.  She was gagging and spitting up thick white saliva, and some gross greenish-yellow stuff that tasted disgusting.  It was running out of her mouth and down her chin.  Her coughing and sputtering was timed with his inward thrusts.  Trying her best to look up at Carl, she saw a look that made her realize he really cared about her. He didn't have the demonic look on his face that the other guy had, Carl looked concerned and caring, like a teacher teaching a student.  Olivia felt Carl push in deep and hold his cock there.  At the same time he started rubbing her clit furiously.  It was startling but at the same time, very arousing.

Expecting Carl to pull his cock and let her get her breath, Olivia realized he wasn't moving, he was just staring down into her eyes while he flailed away at her clit.  She felt her orgasm barreling towards her as the air in her lungs was running out.  Olivia waited a few more seconds before starting to panic.  If he wanted to keep his cock in there, she'd wouldn't be able to stop him, his legs were pinning her arms along her sides.  His one hand holding the back of her head was enough to ensure she couldn't escape.  

Olivia began to really panic as her lungs screamed for air, her body beginning to thrash about trying to break free, her orgasm was fast approaching too which conflicted her momentarily.  She wanted the orgasm, but breathing was overriding any other ideas.  Just as she felt the world around start to go black, Carl looked down and whispered, "Breathe through your nose stupid."

Just as the words sunk in, Olivia felt her orgasm crest and then break through, as the waves of pleasure crashed down, she took a gigantic breath through her nose.  The rush of air and the sudden replenishment of oxygen intensified her orgasm.  Her body's desperate efforts to catch up on her missing oxygen had her snorting heavily through her nose.  Snot started rolling out of her nose as her orgasm swept through her.  Moments later Carl retracted his cock and slid back down her body.

"How was that babe?  You learn something?"

"Yeah, I can breathe through my nose when I'm deep-throating.  Thanks for not telling me sooner.  Bastard." Olivia strained to sit up and wiped the snot from her upper lip.

"Hold on sweetheart, let me get you a towel, you're covered in spit and bile."

"Bile, what's that?"

"The yellowy stuff you were coughing up.  It's pretty gross tasting from what I hear."  Carl walked away and returned with a warm wet cloth.  Wiping her body down lovingly, Carl threw the towel on the floor and crawled between her legs and eased is cock into Olivia's hot wet hole.  Even after fucking dozens of guys, she still felt amazingly tight inside.

Rolling her over, Carl took position on his back and let Olivia ride on top.  "Ok, girl get moving that sweet cunt of yours and don't hold back.  I want to see you at your best, your horniest.  Tell me everything you want to do, or have done to you, just like you did last night, only this time it'll be on video.  We'll make a check list.  It'll be like your sexual bucket list."

"Ok," she replied as she got her body moving.  It was like riding a bike, and this bike she'd ridden a lot!  Olivia started out slowly, just feeling her body respond to his. The way his cock felt inside of her pussy, the way her clit pressed down onto his pubic bone when she ground down on him.  The way his fingers felt when they worked her breasts.  She was staring into his eyes again and as her hormones started flowing, she felt the need to kiss him again.

Lying down flat on his flabby man boobs, Olivia pressed her own breasts up to his and brought her mouth up, kissing him hard.  Like last night, he kissed her back and they were lovers, not just sex partners.  Olivia humped her body down onto his cock and thrust her tongue into his mouth feeling for his own pink appendage.  It was the first kiss she'd shared all day and she realized she liked the closeness it provided.  Sex was just sex, this was making love and it was turning her on.  This was where Olivia and the Queen joined together as one and it was making the moment truly wonderful.  It was also stirring up another orgasm, and even after a whole day of fucking, she wanted this one bad.

Carl was enjoying the moment, but he wanted his slut to show herself.  Breaking the kiss, he pushed Olivia back up into a sitting position.  "Ok, slut, show me what you've got."

Olivia heard him call her a slut and she felt a rush travel down her body.  "Call me slut again," she said as she rested her hands on his chest and pushed back, impaling her cunt on his hard cock.

"Ok, fuck me slut, fuck my big cock into your whore cunt."  Carl could feel her body come alive, her movements intensified, she actually felt hotter and wetter all of a sudden too.  Fucking sweet.  "You call that a fuck?  Come on slut fuck me like you mean it.  Come on, don't just sit there like a limp doll.  Fuck me like you mean it."  It was working, it was like the turbo on a sports car winding up, Olivia was going crazy riding his cock.  She was grabbing her tits and squeezing them painfully hard as she alternated between grinding her pussy down on his cock to sliding his tool in and out with ferocious force, her hips bucking up and down using every bit of strength her nubile body could muster.  Just a little more.  "What kind of a slut are you?  Not a very good slut if you ask me. Get going you useless whore!  Tell me what you're going to do whore!"

Olivia exploded unleashing a verbal torrent.  Carl's prompting had touched something deep in her psyche that exploded in her brain.  Every dirty thought she'd ever had, or ever dreamed of, came spilling out.  She said things she didn't even know she wanted to do, or even if she could do them.  Everything that could degrade her as a person came spilling out.  It was her rock bottom, her list of things that the Queen wanted for her, so she could remove all doubt she was the sluttiest slut in the world.  The undeniable Queen of the Sluts.  She wanted to get fucked by every cock she could lay her hands on.  She wanted cum, bucket loads of it, to drink it, to feel it spurting onto her, into her.  She wanted so much cum, she wanted to bathe in it.  Cum from every race of humanity, and every species otherwise.  She wanted everything done to her body that would give her pleasure. She wanted every experience there was to experience.

By the time she was done and her orgasm well behind her, Olivia lay there collapsed on Carl's chest, his cum dribbling out of her hole, his flaccid cock already softened and evacuated from her cunt.  It was a very fitting way to end a long and arduous day, a massive orgasm and the glorious after-glow that followed.  She felt extremely gratified as she lay there feeling Carl's rhythmic heart beating in time with her own.

It was always a treasure finding out how to push people's buttons Carl thought as he lay there with his beautiful fuck toy panting heavily on top of him.  Blondie desperately wants to be treated like a slut and her friend is a total sub who'll do anything you demand of her.  This couldn't be any easier.  Two sluts born to please, each with their own reasons, but both eager and willing to please in their own ways.  

As he lay there feeling her warm body pressed tightly to his own, he could feel her supple pussy muscles quivering around his deflating cock.  The feel of her pussy around his tool was enough to make him want to drill her sweetness all night long.  But like all good things, they had to come to an end.  "Time to get rolling kid.  I think it's after ten o'clock," Carl said as he gently rolled Olivia off his belly and onto her side next to him on the bed.  

"Ok, how's Stacy?" Olivia whispered.  She was definitely spent now, her body drained of everything she had left in the tank.

"Beats me, I don't even know if Eddy ever came back," he said sitting up.  The two climbed up off the stained mattress and walked into the other room.  Olivia's naked body was a little worse for wear, but still looking spectacular as she ventured back into room 101, the site of the beginning of her career as a tweenage whore. Her blonde hair was still wet from her shower and her body shimmered from the sweat from her workout.  Her hard little nipples were slowly relaxing as her post-orgasmic high passed, her body returning back to its normal state.

The room was quiet and still, just two bodies remained from the constant flow of men in and out of the room.  There was Ed and Stacy lying there on the bed with her body face down underneath him.  They were both smiling with closed eyes, and they were apparently post-coitus.  

"How are you guys?" Carl asked.

"You finally got her all to yourself huh?" Olivia asked.  

"Shhh," Ed whispered opening his eyes, "I think she's getting sleepy."

"Ed, just out of curiosity, the last time I was in that position with you, you pissed up my ass.  You didn't piss up my friend's ass did you?"

"She let me, I swear," he pleaded.

Stacy's eyes opened up and she found her voice.  It was hoarse from all the cock sucking she'd done, but she nodded and said, "He asked first and then told me what he was going to do.  I figured I'd had enough done to my body today so what was one more thing?  Besides, Ed's been very nice to me all day long."

"That's my girl.  Now we need to get rolling Stace it's after ten, ok?"

"Alright.  Ed, get your dick out of my ass please."

Ed extracted his soft flesh from the Stacy's tight receptacle and got up, leaving her prone body all alone on the bed for the first time in hours.  Crossing over to his suitcase, he pulled out another one thousand dollars.  "It's all I could get out of the ATM, sorry about that.  I guess I probably owe you more."

"Don't worry about it Ed, you've been more than generous already.  Just let us know when you want the girls back and I'll bring them over.  We'll entertain anything that crazy mind of yours can conjure up," Carl offered as he accepted the wad of bills from Ed's outstretched hand.

"Anything?  That's a pretty wide open statement."

"We'd do anything for you Eddy," Olivia said going over to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

"Stacy get up and get his piss out of your ass, I don't want it leaking into my seats," Carl said.

A haggard looking Stacy Bennett got up off the bed she'd spent the last eight hours getting fucked on, and waddled to the bathroom.  She'd done it.  She'd become what she'd tried her best to avoid becoming.  A wanton slut like her mother.  

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The ride to Stacy's house was a quiet one.  Both girls sat in the back seat together and just flaked out, enjoying the stillness and the gentle bumps as the car rolled along.  Even Carl appreciated the job the girls had carried out.  They'd outdone even his generous expectations, and he had a nice big chunk of cash in his pocket to thank them for.  He'd spilled his benign seed into both girls and was going home happy, which included him amongst a fairly large crowd of guys who were claiming the same thing right about now.  

Stuffing a handful of bills into Stacy's palm as she started to walk up her driveway, Carl called out, "Stacy, rest up tomorrow dear.  We'll get your career started in a few days.  You'll probably need the rest."

She turned around and with a sad look on her face, just nodded and slowly shuffled up towards her front door.  

She was spent, her body was aching all over.  Her pussy was still numb for the most part, likely from all the white powder Carl had shoved up her.  Her ass on the other hand was another story.  The lube had helped greatly but it still hurt like a mother fucker when she tried to poop out Ed's urine, and everything else that had come out with it.  

Tomorrow was going to be hell, but the worst part of it all, was Stacy knew she was going to go through this all over again.  Maybe not with as many guys at once, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stop, and not because she felt compelled to go out and fuck a bunch of guys.  But because she knew Carl was going to push her to do it, and she was going to let him do it.  She could choose to not fuck on her own, but the choice wasn't going to be hers to make, not as long as she let Carl be a part of her life.  She'd be his little toy, spreading her legs for whomever he told her to.  Becoming a duplicate of her best friend, a tweenage whore and a cum receptacle, all at the tender age of twelve.  

The big question that kept going through her mind over and over again as she opened her front door and headed up the stairs was, what did she want to do about it?  Did she want to be that whore?  Her body had savored every moment over the last eight hours or so, but her brain had checked out.  It was much easier just doing the acts rather than thinking about what she was doing, or why she was doing it.

She felt dog tired as she ascended the stairs and walked into her room, falling face down on her bed, too tired to even take her clothes off, or even shower away the filth coating her body.  Her brain was tired of thinking of the ramifications of what she'd allowed to happen, and her body was much more so.  She'd felt deep down that a day like today this might present itself, she'd heard it firsthand through the vents in her house, the day her mother had been fucked by a number of unseen faces.  Stacy had heard the voices, heard the things they said to her mother and what they said they would do to her.  It was her mother's submissive voice that had haunted her.  She'd readily agreed to everything, Stacy could remember the happiness that echoed in her mother's voice that day.  It was what made today all the more distressing, Stacy knew what the Bennett females were capable of, and what fate might have in store for her.

It was her choice to make, make the decision to say "no" now, or live with the consequences of saying "yes".

Sleep came quickly for the new whore, her pocket still stuffed with the bills Carl had given her as she drifted away.

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"Your friend is going to make a nice addition to our little enterprise, don't you think?"  Carl was trying keep Olivia awake, and at the same time gauge her reaction to the discovery of her friend's latent talents.  Stacy hadn't willingly ventured into the day, but had submitted without a fuss and had gone far beyond anything he'd imagined.  This was tricky territory.  Where blondie yearned to become the super-slut she was turning out to be, Stacy was something very different.  She was as submissive when it came to sex as anyone he'd ever heard of.  Outside of sex she was strong-willed and independent, such a strange combination was something he'd never run into.  Once engaged and aroused Stacy seemed to be willing to do absolutely anything, and had proved it tonight.

"I'm still shocked," Olivia mumbled sleepily.  It had been a very long day and the toils were starting to be felt.  Olivia knew the cocaine was wearing off and she could feel the aches already starting to creep in.  The numbness the white powder provided in her pussy was fading and she could feel the dull throb of the blood pulsing through her genitals, the sore muscles and the abraded skin already trying to start the healing process.  Tomorrow, maybe even the day after that, would be a physical challenge to struggle through.  "I really didn't think she had it in her to do that.  I mean one minute she's as resistant as anything, the next she's taking on guy after guy.  I don't get it?"

"She's a sub.  And a bigger sub I've never seen."

"What's a sub?"

"A submissive.  It means she wants to please someone who she sees holding power over her.  She wants to have somebody tell her what to do, and she does it willingly, even if deep down it's not something she would normally do.  The person who controls her is called her dominant, in this case she seems to see me as her dom."

"I'm not sure I get it," Olivia said, shifting in her seat uncomfortably, feeling her body start to protest its current physical state.

"Your friend has this overwhelming urge to please her dom, and seems willing to do anything she's told to do.  I didn't realize it at first, it took me a while to catch on, but once I did, it was easy to get her to do anything after that.  I told her to get fucked in the ass and she did it without a whimper.  I told her to fuck two guys at once and she did that too.  Three at once was a foregone conclusion by that point."  

"But how come I never saw anything like that out of her before today?  I mean it wasn't even like she was the same person."

"I suspect there's something going on that your friend isn't telling you, like the sex thing.  I knew she'd had sex before yesterday, now I know I was right."

"Oh, I found out the story with that," Olivia said.  She watched as Carl neared her neighborhood and slowed to a halt a block from her house.  Watching for potential neighbors out for a late night stroll, Olivia continued on as Carl pulled over and parked the car, "She had sex with her dog three or four times.  It definitely wasn't with a person.  She admitted it to me today when she tried explaining as elusively as possible why she freaked out yesterday."

"No shit!  She's a dog fucker too!  Wow, didn't see that one coming.  But it still doesn't explain the submissive streak in her.  There's still something else going on with that girl.  You sure she never fucked a guy before yesterday?"

"She swore to me that Nick was her first guy and you were her second."

"Well, she can add about twenty or so more to that list now!  I'm curious though, you just don't become a sub right out of the gate like that.  It's like she's got a predisposition to it or something.  I wonder if she even knew before today?"

"I don't know, but I should get going.  Thanks for another fun filled day Carl," Olivia said as she slid over and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Here," he said handing over a wad of bills.  "It's your share from today.  I split the seven thousand Ed gave us, twenty-five hundred for each of you girls, two for me.  There's a little extra in there too.  Some of the guys felt inclined to leave you and Stacy a tip.  See I told you there would be days the money would work out in your favor."

Stuffing the wad of bills in her purse, Olivia slid back over and opened the door to the now very familiar Crown Vic.  Climbing out on her very tired and wobbly legs, Olivia stepped out on to the boulevard and quietly closed the door.

"Oh, and one other thing sweety, do me a favor and email me a copy of the video you and I just shot of the two of us.  You were spewing out so many things that you wanted done to you that I doubt that I'll remember half of them, and some of them were definitely worth remembering!"

"Ok, I'll do it in the morning Carl, see ya!" she said as she turned around and started for home.  It was two blocks to her house, but it might as well have been two miles with the tiredness she felt overtaking her body.  

Climbing the steps to her house, Olivia couldn't recall a time she felt more grateful to be home.  That's going to be one hell of an entry for my sex log tomorrow!  With only the dregs of Carl's sperm inside of her body, the thought of a shower seemed like a waste of what little energy she had left as Olivia locked the door behind her and headed for the solace of her room.

Throwing on a cotton nightgown, Olivia climbed under the covers and turned out the light.  Her mind was already going over her plan for tomorrow, and it consisted of reviewing her phone and seeing just how many guys she'd been with today.  Well that would be after dealing with what she knew was going to be some serious discomfort, judging by how her pussy and ass were already protesting as the cocaine was starting to wear off.

Exhausted and spent, Olivia was asleep long before her mother returned home to the comfort and security of their quaint little house.

End of Chapter 6

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