Chapter 10

It was daylight again, and Steve was still in her bed. It felt lovely waking up with his strong arms wrapped around her body. She could feel her t-shirt bunched up well past her waist and she was sure Steve had fucked her at least once in the night. She could feel the painful ache from her loins. It was throbbing from all the fucking she’d done yesterday. She hadn’t needed the additional sex Steve had taken from her in her sleep, but then again, scores of guys had fucked her in her unconscious state yesterday. What was one more?

“Steve, you can’t do this anymore. You have to leave,” she said after giving his body a shove with her own. He was snoring lightly in her ear and groaned when she shoved him.

“What time is it,” he mumbled. His hands stroked up her bare thigh and gently rubbed up her flat tummy before stopping and venturing back down across her bare mound.

“Steve, we can’t, you have to go, now. Have you forgotten you’re eighteen and I’m twelve. Do you want to get caught and get arrested?” She doubted it would ever come to that even if he did get caught by someone sneaking out of her room, but Olivia needed to get him out now. She took enough chances on a daily basis as it was, getting caught with Steve in her room was an unnecessary risk she didn’t need.

“Alright, I’m moving,” he whispered. Chucking back the covers, Steve rolled over her semi-naked body, dragging his cock and balls over her supple thigh on purpose. He wanted nothing more than to spend all day in bed with that beautifully sexy body. Looking at her tanned legs and her cute white ass where her bikini line stopped, it was so perfectly sexy. Just the kind of ass you could spend hours playing with, and maybe today after her mother left, he could do just that.

Olivia was ready to go back to sleep, but needed to make sure Steve got out of her room. Knowing him, as careless as he seemed to be, he might just sneak back in bed a little longer. No she needed to get him the hell out of here now. Crawling out of bed, Olivia pulled her t-shirt down over her butt cheeks, covering up her pussy at the same time. She hoped Steve hadn’t discovered her new jewelry, that explanation she wasn’t ready to offer just yet.

Crossing her arms, Olivia covered up her breasts because she realized the gold hoops were plainly visible through the thin white t-shirt she was wearing. A kiss on the lips and Steve was out the window and gone from her world once more. He was comfortable and she liked him, but where things were going with him she didn’t know. Was he coming over just for the sex? If that was the only reason? Then why was he staying all night long? Just to snuggle up against her? Was it possible he liked her, like girlfriend “like”?

Olivia couldn’t worry about if he liked her or not, she couldn’t have an eighteen year old boyfriend anymore than she could let her mother find out about her fucking around. It was tough enough getting away with that as it was and a relationship with Steve would interfere with her future as a professional slut. She was thinking of inserting the word “whore” into that thought, but it wasn’t about the money, she just needed the sex, and she needed to service men with her body. She knew that now, she recognized her function to the males of society. She would improve all their lives substantially by servicing their most basic urges, and her own at the same time. She was like the Mother Theresa of carnal pleasure.

Olivia watched Steve sneak through the back gate and go home. Closing her window, Olivia returned back to bed and went back to sleep. That was how she planned on spending the whole day, recovering from her fuck-fest from yesterday, resting up for her next go-around.

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After several “look-ins” by her mother, Olivia finally got out of bed around eleven. Her body complained with every movement she made. While she still wondered if she’d had sex with as many guys as Carl had suggested, her body seemed to be in agreement that she’d certainly had hordes of sex yesterday. That was the price the Queen had to pay to reign supreme as the world’s most active (a.k.a. biggest) slut in the world, or so she believed she was.

Laying out on one of the patio lounge chairs, Olivia soaked up the sun’s rays, just relaxing the day away. It was all she could expect to do for the rest of the day given how much she was paying the price for yesterday’s fun. She hadn’t bothered checking her phone for messages, or checking her email either. Today was her Sabbath, she needed the rest and her electronic leash was a distraction she didn’t want right now, plus the sun felt too good on her skin to move.

“I’ve got leave for work hon, can I get you anything before I leave?” her mother asked from the back door.

“I’m good mom, thanks.”

Stepping out onto the deck, her mother took three short steps over to the lounge where her daughter lay. She was glistening from head to toe in tanning oil, her skin already a beautiful golden color. It reminded Lauren of her own childhood, relaxing in the sun, baking her developing body into a golden brown color for all the boys to gawk over. Olivia would have all the boys drooling over her soon enough with the way she was blossoming she figured. Wow, she’s getting quite the body on her. I think it might be time to have that talk soon before some boy starts giving her ideas. “So what are your plans for the rest of the day sweetie?”

“You’re looking at it mom. I don’t have any plans other than just lying here catching some sun.”

“You should invite your friends over, just be responsible though.” Just don’t invite any boys over. If they get one look at you, they’ll be all over you like white on rice! Lauren down at her pretty daughter and knew she’d be in trouble once her daughter discovered boys. With her looks and with that body, she’d be a magnet for trouble. And if she gets my boobs, she’ll really be in trouble! Lauren was a DD and she’d developed them in her early teen years, just like Olivia was starting to do, only it appeared she was starting even earlier then she’d done. Lauren recalled those days, being in the eighth grade with D-cup boobs. The girls would make fun of her and the boys would try to cop a feel whenever they could. Poor Olivia, she’ll probably have big ones too before long.

Olivia considered her mother’s advice before responding, “That’s probably a good idea mom. I’ve been kind of a shut-in for the last few days, maybe I should invite the girls over.”

“Well, like I said, just be responsible if you do invite friends over.”

“Sure thing mom, see ya!” Olivia replied as she watched her mother walk away. She always wore those plain nurses’ uniforms to work. They made her look dowdy and didn’t show off any of her figure. Olivia had seen her mom last weekend wearing that ugly bathing suit she had when Steve and his Dad came over, right after she got home from the hospital. She was in pretty good shape for a woman in her thirties, and although she rarely wore anything that showed off her tits, Olivia knew her mom had huge ones.

Her mom was really shy about them too, Olivia had never even seen them once, not even when she’d accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom a few times. It certainly wasn’t a gene she had in her DNA anywhere. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’d probably give her other neighbor, old Mr. Spencer a heart attack, Olivia would probably be sun tanning nude at the moment. The old bastard is probably watching me right now. Olivia had caught him watching her through his upstairs window dozens of times over the years. She had no idea if he was just watching for something to do, or if he got off on watching young girls in their swimsuits. The new slutty Olivia should just go over there and fuck him because that old hag of a wife he had certainly wouldn’t be getting it done for him.

Olivia thought about what sex with an old man like that would be like, and remembered Carl’s thing about the “ages”. Oh yeah, Carl’s age list, I totally forgot to ask any of the guys how old they were. I could have wiped half the ages off that list with as many guys as I fucked yesterday! Olivia had maybe three entries on that list. Not that it really mattered if she completed the list for him. That was his thing, her thing was just having fun and finding more guys to pleasure.

She did like his idea of fucking one new dick every day, that was definitely a fun idea. But it wasn’t always practical; on days like today she needed the rest, and spending time finding a new dick to climb onto would take away from her healing. Healing was important, it would let the Queen resume her duties and allow her to have more days like yesterday where she could go hog-wild on the male population. Only she wanted to remember days like yesterday, not be passed out for most of it. What was the point of fucking fifty-plus guys in a day if she wasn’t conscious for any of it? That probably suited Stacy just fine since she probably didn’t want to do any of it anyway.

Thinking about Stacy, Olivia started feeling guilty she hadn’t called her friend yet to check on her. She’d been there for the whole thing and went through it all with her and she hadn’t even made sure she was ok. It also reminded her she should probably check on her own self and make sure she was ok, referring to her new piercings and her new tats.

Getting up off the lounge chair, Olivia looked up and saw the curtains next door flutter. Yep, Mr. Spencer was watching. He was probably stroking that wrinkly old shriveled cock of his. Olivia smiled and waved at the empty window, there was no harm in letting him know she knew he was there. Maybe she’d give him something worthwhile to watch later, like tanning topless, or nude altogether!

Olivia went to bathroom and grabbed the rubbing alcohol. The one good things about having a mother that’s a nurse, there’s always supplies like rubbing alcohol when you need it.

Going back to her room, Olivia stripped down naked and started swabbing her nipples; feeling the stinging sensation as the alcohol seeped into the tissues. It was good though, it meant it was working. She’d need them to stay clean and avoid infection. You couldn’t very well tell your mom you needed to go to the doctor’s office because your nipples and pussy were infected from your piercings. That kinda stuff might set off a few warning bells!

Olivia swabbed her clit bar and even the areas where her tattoos were. The glow-in-the-dark ones were red and showed where they were, but she figured in a day or two they’d be all healed up and nobody would ever know they were there. Unless they shone a flashlight on her pussy and then turned out the lights! The little “L’s” were cute, and small thankfully. Those were black and wouldn’t fool anybody that they were anything other than real tattoos. Olivia was a little nervous about having those, the piercings and the invisible tattoos could be kept a complete secret. Two black “L’s” couldn’t be hidden very easily. Besides, if Carl was right, I’m closer to needing three “L’s” anyway!

Olivia had been putting off checking the leash all day, but knew that she should. Putting the cap back on the alcohol, Olivia got up off the bed and grabbed her phone before flopping back down, her head falling onto her pillow. The scent of Steve’s shampoo wafted up to her nose from the pillow. Cool, my bed smells like him she realized. It could also be dangerous too she though. Her mother would likely never think to smell her sheets, but if they smelled like cologne, or worse yet, like sex, she could get busted!

She was lying there completely naked, and felt very comfortable being that way, as she scanned her phone. Nothing from Stacy, a text from Carl asking if she wanted to entertain a guy he picked up from the airport, one of the truckers was going to be rolling through town, and one from weirdo Eddy saying he’d be in town Thursday. That might be fun. I wonder what strange thing he wants to try this time?

“Carl, I think I’m too sore, but just in case, when, where, how many, and how much?”

The trucker didn’t leave a name, only a number. “310-555-3326 – have no ride, kinda sore, maybe next time.”

“Eddy – sounds like fun, usual place? Just you and me, or did you have other ideas like last time?”

Dropping the phone down at her side, Olivia laid there and let out a big sigh while staring up at the ceiling. Her brain was in gear thinking about everything at the moment. What she needed to do, what she wanted to do, what it would entail, how she’d do it while keeping it a secret from Steve, her other neighbors, and how she could do it with her current physical state? It was all so much for her almost-thirteen year old mind to manage. The logistics of it all was still so very complicated, and everything depended on Carl. She had no freedom to operate on her own. Steve was the only one to fuck her in her own house, and that was the way it would stay. It’s too dangerous bringing guys over here, the neighbors will see and it’ll just be a matter of time before mom finds out. No, I need somewhere I can go for sex, somewhere all to myself.

Olivia let that thought stew in her brain while she lay there on her bed. Looking down at her naked body, looking down past her nice plump little mounds of breast meat, Olivia smiled, how many men had lain on top of her nubile body already and how many more would do the same before her next birthday? She still had two months to go before her thirteenth birthday and she’d fucked over a hundred men already. How many more would lay upon her during her thirteenth year? How many thousands could she satisfy before she turned fourteen. How many could she fuck at the rate she was going at? Would her body be able to handle more the older she got? More seasoned maybe?

She could feel her body start the familiar craving, by this time yesterday she’d knocked down two dozen at least. Olivia knew she needed the rest, but wanted sex. She wanted to get fucked today, but she kept coming back to the same old problem, how and where can I do it without anybody seeing me?

Olivia sat upright and grabbed her phone, she had the solution.

“Carl? It’s me Olivia, I have a question for you. Call me when you get this! Bye.”

It was brilliant, well, not that brilliant, maybe just extremely obvious, but it made perfect sense to her twelve year old brain. She been there just a few days ago, and she knew it was cheap, something she could afford with only a few paying customers a week. That shithole Red Roof Inn motel would be perfect! If Carl could rent her a room there a couple of days out of the week, she could ride her bike over there and have it at her disposal. It was only a ten minute bike ride away, and it had everything she needed, privacy, and a bed. The shower would be a nice touch too, for cleaning up after a particularly sweaty encounter. It was perfect!

Olivia paced around waiting for Carl’s call; a few aspirins to take the edge off helped distract her too. Her brain went into overdrive with the possibilities having her own little sex den. It would solve all her problems in one fell swoop. One of the rooms on the back side would be perfect, it was hidden from the road, and there would be no prying eyes to see her come and go. It couldn’t get any better. Olivia remembered seeing the sign, it was like $45 to get a room there. Even if she rented it four days a week, that was only two hundred dollars. She had enough from yesterday alone to pay for five weeks worth!

“This is such an awesome idea,” Olivia said out loud. She was excited and felt like her world had just opened up for her. Her dreams of being the Queen with countless number of men parading before her suddenly seemed sustainable. She could pick a few days to service paying customers of her own choosing, another day or two for Carl’s customers, maybe even a fun day here with guys who didn’t have the cash to be able to afford her. Justin, or Bobby from the construction site came to mind as she smiled at the thought.

Bursting with energy, Olivia needed something to do to get her mind off why Carl hadn’t called her back yet. Grabbing her cell phone, Olivia remembered she needed to get the pictures and videos off her phone, both so her mom wouldn’t accidentally see her daughter getting gang fucked, but also so she could free up the space for recording her next adventures.

She was shocked as the pictures and videos copied over, ten gigabytes worth took far longer than she expected, but it was worth it. Olivia was creaming between her legs as she watched her compilation of men that she’d recorded, along with what Carl had as well. It was amazing to believe that a girl her age could do the things she witnessed in the videos and pictures. She wasn’t a victim, she was a full participant (well except for yesterday) in all the recordings. The trailer video would hold a special place in her heart where the guys had coated her face and body in layer after layer of semen. It was truly spectacular. The motel video Carl had captured had been sporadic at best, but it gave Olivia a chance to appreciate the special talent she had at servicing three men at a time. It was fun to feel that dominated, three men taking their pleasure from her simultaneously, but it was too uncoordinated and it lacked intimacy. It was good for racking up numbers in a short time though!

Olivia got to the videos she and Henry had made, and she thought she was going to cum just from watching them. His super thick cock, the way it speared in and out of her tiny pussy was breathtaking. The quality of her camera and the resolution of the videos was so amazing, she could make out every detail of his cock as it busted into her. The way her pussy gaped open as he quickly pulled out of her body, and then rapidly thrust back in was amazing to watch. I gotta show this to Carl, he won’t believe it!

Olivia briefly thought of saying Stacy’s name in place of Carl’s but knew her best friend wouldn’t be on board. She knew Stacy wasn’t into this, and she also knew she was in jeopardy of losing her best friend if there were any more days like yesterday. Carl had Stacy under his thumb, but it was forced and Olivia knew it. And sure she’d grunted and groaned in pleasure and even orgasmed a few times in the van yesterday as the construction workers fucked her body, but it didn’t seem by choice. Maybe she would get with it in time, but it wasn’t worth losing your best friend over Olivia realized. I need to tell Carl to back off. She’s obviously upset at both of us if I haven’t heard from yet today.

Olivia’s Sex Log

Day 8 – went to the construction site yesterday with Carl and Stacy. Carl thinks I fucked between twenty and twenty-two guys. Made just under a thousand dollars for five hours work, not bad I guess. After that we went to this shitty part of town and I fucked two black guys in an alley, plus a stinky homeless guy. I wish I could explain why, but it was such a turn-on getting fucked in that alley, especially fucking that bum. I came so hard on his old black cock. It tasted like shit, I had to spit a few times as the dirt and (God knows what?) came off his cock as I sucked it clean, but once I got it clean (and hard!), I fucked him. I rode him backwards and it felt so fucking nice. I slid up and down on it, so completely lost in how slutty it made me feel. I wanted it to last forever, or maybe I just wanted a whole line of bums to fuck and make that last forever. I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did. I want to go back and find a whole slew of bums to fuck like that, the dirtier the better. Well not dirty in a filthy way, well maybe I do, but dirty more in a really super slutty way.

Anyway, after that we got abducted by these black guys in a van. They punched me pretty hard and then knocked me out with something I was made to breathe in. I don’t remember anything other than a guy pricking my nipple with a knife. It was pretty scary but I couldn’t see anything and I barely remember anything from it. The best part was when I woke up I found out and Carl had this guy pierce my nipples and clit hood! He also had him give me and Stacy tattoos! The glow-in-the-dark ones are cool! I have three of those, the first one (and my favorite!) say “Queen of the Sluts” right where my pussy hair used to be over my cunt. On either side of my pussy it has the word “I”, then a little heart, and then the word “Cock”. On the other side it says “Carl’s Cunt”, that’s so sweet of him. Of course it’s his, he can do whatever he wants with it anytime he wants it! Speaking of, he’s calling, I just love that man. Bye!

Signing off, Olivia answered her phone. “Hi Carl! How are you?”

“My don’t we sound chipper this afternoon. Are you calling for business or pleasure?”

“Both I guess.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at the usual place by the gas station in half an hour. Pack something classy, you’re going out on the town with a new guy.”

“Really? That sounds kind of intriguing, but actually I was calling for something else, I have an idea and wanted to hear what you thought about it.”

“Oh, so you don’t want to meet this new guy? Should I call somebody else?”

“No, I didn’t say that, but I am still really sore from yesterday. Would it just be him, or would there be other guys as well?”

“I got you covered on the pain, you know that, and as far as I know, just him. He said he wanted to grab some dinner, take in a show, then have a roll in the hay. He asked for someone as young as possible, and of course I thought of you!”

“That sounds like it might be a lot of fun. If you can help me out with my busted pussy, I’m in.”

“Consider it done. Let me call him and I’ll explain the details. You know this being home before eleven o’clock thing is really cramping your employment opportunities you know.”

“I know, I wish there was some easy way around that without my mom suspicious.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to work on that somehow. Any-who, be ready to go in say thirty minutes or so, k? We can talk about your idea in the car.”

“Ok, sounds good, See ya Carl!”

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Olivia fidgeted by the old pay phone at the edge of the gas station parking lot. She’d spent as much time as Carl’s schedule would allow getting ready. She had the black silk dress Aaron had bought for her hanging on a hanger under a white garbage bag packed as carefully as she could manage in her backpack. She didn’t want to be seen wearing it and was worried it would get wrinkled just stuffed in her pack. She was already all dolled up with her hair and makeup as it was, the black high heels and slip of a dress would have been a flashing beacon for anyone driving by. Surely somebody she knew would have noticed her leaving the house dressed like that.

Olivia gazed from side to side looking for Carl’s familiar Crown Vic. Every second spent here is an opportunity to get busted. The motel would make so much more sense. I could ride there, and even if Carl didn’t want to send guys there, I could still use the room to get ready in. That way nobody would see me with my hair all done up like this and my makeup on as heavy as it is.

Olivia had left the house, giving her face one last look in the mirror, the makeup was much heavier than she would ever wear out with her friends, it was tastefully done and didn’t look slutty in the least, but it was much more than a typical twelve year old would wear. She was sure she could pass for sixteen or seventeen at the very least looking like that.

A single honk signaled Carl’s arrival. Olivia grabbed her backpack and marched over to Carl’s car, climbing in beside him, shoving the candy bar wrapper off the seat and onto the floorboard. “Hi Carl,” she said as she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. The windows were slightly tinted and she knew she was taking yet another unnecessary chance, but she was feeling very fond of Carl these days. He was like a mentor, a father, and a lover all wrapped into one, and she knew she had feelings for him. What they were was still a mystery, she felt a growing fondness for him every time she saw him.

“Hey beautiful. Wow, look at you, you look sensational! Just like that first night I met you,” he said staring at her and appreciating for the millionth time just how beautiful she was.

“Thanks Carl, you’re the best. So where are we going?” she asked as she pulled the heavy door closed.

“Well I assume since you want me to fix up your pussy combined with the fact that those little pink shorts probably aren’t what you plan on wearing out, you want to go somewhere and change. Am I right?” he said with his trademark grin.

“Yes sir, right as usual,” Olivia replied as she watched Carl navigate his way back into traffic. She was getting pretty good at recognizing the way over to his house, and knew that’s where they were headed.

On the trip over, Olivia explained her idea with the motel room and watched as Carl nodded with every point she made of why it would be in both of their best interest to have such a room at their disposal.

After much thought, Carl responded, “I think it’s a great idea kid, I just don’t want my name on the register is all, but maybe I can help you out with that. I’ll go in tomorrow and see what I can work out.”

“Thanks Carl, I really think this would be a great thing for both of us. I would have somewhere to stash some of my sluttier clothes so my mom wouldn’t find them too, I hadn’t thought of that before.”

“I like the way you think kid,” Carl replied as he pulled in to his driveway and pulled around back. “Let’s go in the back door, so the neighbors don’t see you coming and going from my place.”

“What’s with all the sudden concern over me being seen with you?” Olivia inquired as she got out of the car, and followed Carl around to the sliding glass door in his backyard.

“Sam said one of the guys was kicking up a stink at the construction site. He seemed a little concerned over you and Stacy and your ages. We don’t want trouble and neither do you I’m sure. Sam thinks it’s nothing and it’ll blow over, but I just want to be a little extra cautious is all.”

“Ok, whatever.”

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Olivia was stretched out on Carl’s couch with just her silky see-through bra on, her t-shirt and pink Victoria’s Secret shorts balled up on the floor, her thong underwear lying next to them as Carl inserted one cocaine coated finger after another into her juiced up cunt.

“Ahhhh, that feels so much better now Carl. You’re a life saver,” Olivia swooned. She could feel the drug rush to her head and make her body tingle all over. It was like that every time he used it on her, and it was a delicious feeling she thought she could get used to. She could feel his thick fingers worming their way in and out of her pussy, and it was making her hornier and hornier by the second. The drugs always intensified the experience and made her feel sexier and sluttier every time she used them. “Ohh my God that feels so good. I could cum just from your fingers alone,” she purred.

“Have you experimented with your clit bar yet kid?” he asked as he pushed two fingers deep into her love chamber. She had such a sweet looking cunt, especially now that he had his name permanently tattooed onto it, albeit invisibly, for now. It was always so hot and wet, and always so invitingly fuckable.

“Not yet, I was afraid to. But I think I’m up for it if you want to try something with it.”

Her silken voice never failed to turn him on, even though her body could always be assured to get him hard anyway. The girl just screamed “sexy”, everything about her was a turn-on, her pretty face, her sexy body, the smooth supple texture of her skin, the taught muscles she could use so skillfully when she fucked him. She was the ultimate in perfection, and she was his to do with as he pleased. And be pleased was what he felt like doing right now. His client could get sloppy seconds, he missed out yesterday on her and two days straight wasn’t going to happen. The rock-hard cock between his legs ensured he was thinking with the right head.

“You better believe it doll-face, I got “something” for you to try right here,” he answered back, as he dropped his pants to the floor and hefted his thick cock. “I’m going to use some lube for a change. You could probably use all the lubrication you can get after a day like yesterday. It’ll be easier on your pussy this way.”

“I feel pretty wet, but whatever you say Carl,” Olivia replied. She was dying to try teasing her nipples and see if the rings through them would add to the pleasure of the moment, but she was afraid to try, instead she just rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, stroking them, feeling her skin and the feelings they created under the influence of the cocaine. Each stroke she came closer and closer to her pussy, wanting so badly to touch her clit and see how it felt with the thick gold bar pressed up against her sensitive bundle. Carl’s cock would be inside her in a few seconds, and she was sure he’d find a way to put her new bar to good use.

She watched him squeeze a large drop of the clear lubricant onto the tip of his glorious cock and begin to rub it all over. Olivia always felt humbled by the sight of a hard cock being readied for her service, it was the compliment she adored, the answer to her desires, the ultimate thank you for being who she was. As Carl inched his phallus towards her waiting cunt, Olivia felt goose bumps on her arms and legs, knowing he was proving her worth to him.

The fat head slid up between her folds, and then back down before applying pressure at her entrance, something he’d done many times before now. It was the cock that had speared her open for the first time, preparing her for all those to follow, and now it was going home again. Olivia sighed as it pushed inside, sliding in easily and completely, coming to rest deep within her recesses. She could feel his pudgy belly nestled up against her bald mound, knowing that his large cock was embedded its full length inside her pussy. It felt extraordinary as he pulled her legs up and over his beefy arms, his hands pushing under her thighs and grabbing onto her ass cheeks, pulling her ass forward on the couch driving her cunt onto his phallus as deeply as it could go.

“Ohhhh Carl, you make me feel like such a lucky…, woman,” she cooed. Her age didn’t support the fact, but her behavior certainly put her past her meager years. The feel of his cock sliding into her body was the most heavenly thing Olivia could wish for. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to permeate every fiber of her being.

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Olivia climbed out of Carl’s car and walked the two blocks back to her house after what could only be described as one of the most underwhelming experiences she could ever had imagined.

Her body felt neglected almost, certainly less than satisfied. Her only date of the night turned out to be a total flop. Her evening out on the town including dinner and a show, had all been overblown. The guy whom Carl had set her up with had exaggerated his plans immensely. Olivia had gone all-out getting herself all fixed up, hair, makeup, nails even, and on top of all that, her gorgeous black silk dress complete with all the fancy underwear Aaron had bought for her. She had no grand expectations that the guy would compare to Aaron, but based on the plans he shared with Carl, it certainly seemed like he planned on wining and dining her. What a joke that turned out to be.

Dinner was a burger from In-N-Out Burger and then half a movie afterwards. Olivia got to pick the movie, but the guy was so eager to enjoy his evening’s investment that they didn’t even stay to see the whole thing, which bummed her out. The prospect of going back to the hotel for some screwing gave her some hope of making the evening worthwhile, but even that was a disappointment.

Some guys can handle a beautifully sexy girl without blowing their top, others, like the guy tonight, can’t. He chunked in her pussy inside of three minutes and with about ten minutes of her expert cock sucking attention, managed to get hard for a second go around. Olivia enjoyed that for as long as it lasted, which was about fifteen minutes, before ejaculating for a second time in her tight pussy.

Olivia could still see the look on his face when he came the second time, he looked just as disappointed as she felt. She spent the better part of half an hour trying to get him hard again, but to no avail. She made the best of it and spent more time than she’d ever spent before playing with the man’s cock and balls. At least that was kind of fun she thought as she climbed the front steps to her house. She’d changed in Carl’s car and shoved her dress back into her backpack, although this time with much less care, thanks to her frustration over her wasted evening. A primed up pussy full of coke was such a waste on one man who could only manage to get it up twice she thought.

Maybe the most annoying thing about the evening was that the guy was fascinated with her body and spent an hour playing with her nipples and clit, which were still really sensitive from the fresh piercings, and of course wanted to know why her cunt was so red and irritated looking. How do you tell a complete stranger that couldn’t get it up that her pussy was recovering from being tattooed the previous day, and still red from the exceptionally good fuck she had before coming to see him?

Her time spent with Carl had been the only highlight of the day. He was good with his dick, but she was starting to wonder if his ability to pleasure had an emotional attachment to it that made his affect on her body more than just a physical thing alone. Other guys she’d been with were good in bed too, but nobody made her cum like he did.

Olivia readied herself for bed and reflected on the day; Carl had agreed to do his best to hook her up with a motel room, and she added one new guy to her resume. Other than that the only good thing about today was the nice hour-long screwing Carl gave her. Tomorrow’s another day, maybe I can make it something special.

Getting ready for bed entailed getting naked from the waist down and putting a simple t-shirt on, if Steve was going to make another appearance tonight, it would just make things easier to give him full access. The t-shirt was for her mother, just in case she happened to peek her head inside her door in the morning. Olivia knew her mom would freak and know something was up if her prim and proper daughter started sleeping in the nude! Better to keep up appearances than risk her asking questions.

Snuggling up under the covers, Olivia reached over and flicked off the lamp on her table and closed her eyes.

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Olivia felt her bed shift and knew somebody had climbed under the covers with her. She didn’t even have to open her eyes, she recognized Steve’s scent immediately. It was pitch black in her room save for the digital clock on her bedside table, which read one-fifteen.

Steve was already naked and within a minute he had her naked too. Olivia had been dreaming about having sex and was already moist between her legs, which Steve used to slide comfortably home inside her body. It was a nice way to be woken up.

Olivia could smell beer on his breath and knew Steve had been drinking. She didn’t have a problem with that, a lot of the guys she’d been with had beer on their breath when they’d fucked her, she just wasn’t used to it on Steve. His cock felt nice as it pumped away into her pussy, and she was somewhat surprised at how quickly she’d healed up from the marathon fuck-day she’d had previously. Everything felt back to normal, no pain, all pleasure. Steve was going deep with every thrust and Olivia could feel his pelvis pushing against her new clit bar, and it felt nice. The little rounded end banged against her clit like a little boxer punching her sensitive bud with every bump and grind of his hips. Carl was right, this does feel good; it’s a little sensitive still, but this is going to be fun to have!

Steve seemed to be a little more aggressive tonight Olivia thought as he pumped harder and harder into her cunt, her bed issuing little squeaks with every thrust. “Steve, you have to be more quiet, you’ll wake my mother,” she whispered.

“O-kay. Maybe you get on top of me, maybe that’ll be quieter,” he slurred back at her with a drunken laugh.

“Steve! Shush, not so loud, you’ll get us both in trouble!” she whispered directly into his ear. “Ok, get off me and I’ll climb on top.”

Olivia let Steve roll over taking her place on the bed, and quickly straddled her legs over his. With practiced ease she slid her pussy down over his slick cock and pressed her way down his length. Sitting upright, she pressed her vulva up against his pelvis and felt the gold bar really work its magic. “Ooohhhh that feels amazing,” she purred.

“Olivia, something’s poking me, I think there was something in your bed that stuck to your…, to your, you know, your…”

“Pussy?” she interjected as the little bar fed her brand new stimulation. Damn this does feel really good.

“Yeah, your pussy. Hold on, let me get it out of the way.”

“No Steve, it’s not something stuck on me, it’s something stuck through me. I got some new jewelry two days ago.”

“No shit! You got your pussy pierced!” he said drunkenly, and far too loudly.

“Steve! Shut the hell up, you’re going to wake up my mother!” she whispered back while quickly covering his mouth with her palm. “You have to be quiet, or you have to leave, that’s it alright?”

“Sorry, that’s so cool though! How did you get that done? I mean where did you get it done and who the hell would do that for a girl your age?” he whispered back.

“A girl my age? The same kind of guy that you are,” she replied, grinding her pelvis down against his, emphasizing that he was having sex with a twelve year old girl.

“You mean you had sex with a guy in return for piercing your pussy? Seriously?”

“Not just my pussy, my tits too,” she replied. Grabbing his hands, she put them on her breasts and felt him grope them roughly in the dark. “Ohhh, careful, they’re still sensitive,” she whispered. There was a little discomfort in her nipples from his groping, but she could tell there was another sensation as well, and it was a good one. Oh yeah, once these heal up, those rings are going to feel great! Steve fondled her tits, feeling the little gold hoop through each one.

“That’s so awesome, they feel really sweet like that. But who did it for you, and did you really have sex with him?”

“I sure did, and I don’t know who he was really, a friend took me there.” Olivia resumed grinding her pussy down onto Steve’s hard cock and really started enjoying the new sensations the clit bar was providing, his hands working her tits felt fantastic too. This was what sex was all about, giving yourself in to the moment and enjoying it for the carnal feat that it was.

“You had sex with a guy you didn’t even know? Why Olivia? And who’s this friend? Did he put you up to it?”

“Steve stop asking questions, just enjoy it would ya?”

“Yeah but I thought we had something going here, who else are you having sex with?” he asked with a slight drunken slur.

“I told you the other night in your basement, I know what I like and do what I like. If you have a problem with me having sex with other guys then you’ll just have to get over it, or stop coming over every night.” She felt his hands stop rubbing her nipples for the moment, but it didn’t stop her from grinding on his dick, nor did his hard-on seem to have a problem with her actions either.

“But…, I mean I thought you came on to me because we’re neighbors and you liked me or something?” It was a blow to his ego that his hot little neighbor who he’d started to really enjoy fucking, wasn’t his toy alone.

“I do Steve, but that doesn’t mean you’re the only one I’m going to have sex with,” she grunted quietly. Her orgasm was building and her new adornments were accelerating the experience. For a mega-slut who’s used to cumming a ton, the new attachments were really going to make her sexual payback awesome.

Olivia felt her knees rubbing against the hard wooden floor of her bedroom and shifted her position to make it easier on her body. Moving into a squatting position over Steve’s body Olivia rested her palms on his chest and resumed grinding her pelvis down on his, she knew he liked the in-and-out better, but this was her turn to have fun. He’d had plenty of fun with her body over the last few nights, it was her turn now.

Steve remained quiet while his sexy little neighbor ground her pussy down onto his manhood. My little Olivia is a slut? What the hell happened to the sweet little girl I knew? Or did I really know her at all? “But…, Olivia how many guys are you having sex with? I mean are you making them wear condoms? How do you know you don’t have a disease or something?”

“Steve,” she said as she stopped fucking his cock and just rested on top of him, his steely hard cock lodged lovingly in her cunt. “Shut up and have fun, or get the hell out. I told you the other night just like I told you earlier, I like to have fun, I like to have sex and it’s none of your business who I do it with. You can either enjoy it or you can leave, it’s that simple.”

“But…, I really want to know. I mean, are you some kind of slut or something?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you could call me that,” she whispered back, figuring the questions were pretty much over and figuring he wasn’t going anywhere, Olivia resumed grinding his cock again.

“That’s awesome, I guess. So did you fuck any other guys today?” he said, resuming his massaging of her perfect little tits. Well they weren’t so little anymore, almost a handful really.

“Do you really want to know this?”

“Yeah, kinda?”

“Ok, yes I did, I fucked my friend, and then another guy he knew.”

“No shit? Wow, I never would have thought you could be like this. So who was the other guy, a friend of your friend’s?”

“I have no idea, he set it up and I fucked him. He wasn’t very good and it was pretty boring really.” She could feel her orgasm building quickly, for some reason telling Steve about her day’s activities was starting have an effect on her. It was a bit of a turn-on recounting her sluttiness to him.

“So you fucked another guy you didn’t know, just for fun or something?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“So you have no problem fucking complete strangers?”

“Nope, no problem at all,” she said with a moan. She was getting so close now, a few more minutes and she was going to blow big.

“Have you fucked a lot of guys Liv?”

“Yup,” she grunted.

“More than five?”

“Oh yeah, way more.”

“No shit, more than ten?”

“Keep going,” she replied, and picked up the pace grinding her cunt down onto his tool.

“Oh my God really? What like twenty or something?”

Olivia realized than in the heat of passion, she might be inclined to spill the beans and reigned her answers in. Did she really want to disclose to her neighbor, a guy who could blow everything, how many guys she’d really fucked, or who the guys were that she was fucking? Hell no. “Yeah, somewhere between ten and twenty I guess.”

“Oh, whew. For a second there I thought you were going to say more than twenty, like way more!”

“Nope, not that many.” Pausing and letting his answer and his tone sink in, Olivia asked, “Why, would that turn you on?”

“I’m not sure, maybe?”

Feeling her pussy start to quiver and her muscles start to tense, Olivia felt her orgasm start to peak, and then flow through her like it had a hundred times already this week. “Ohh God that feels so go-o-o-o-o-d,” she purred.

“Oh God Liv, you pussy feels so good when you do that.”

Olivia felt his hands grab her hips and pull her down even harder than she already was, planting his pole as deeply as it would go. She could feel his cock throbbing and knew he was filling her pussy up with his seed.

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Olivia sucked Steve hard and let him fuck her from behind, standing up while holding onto her desk for support. It was a long drawn out process and by the time he was done, and she’d kicked him out the window, it was nearly four in the morning. Three hours of sex, and tired little Olivia was ready to get some serious sleep. Tomorrow held a new promise, one that hopefully would include her getting her very own motel room to use.

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Chapter 11

“Olivia, it’s almost eleven o’clock. It’s time to get your butt out of bed!” Lauren Hastings stood there in the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom, waiting for her normally early-rising child, to get out of bed. “Come on kiddo, it’s time to get up. You’ve slept away most of the morning.

Rolling over opened her sleep eyes and saw her mother staring at her from the doorway. She’d been so exhausted after Steve left that Olivia momentarily couldn’t remember if she’d put any clothes on before jumping back into bed. “I’m awake mother, thank you,” Olivia replied under the protection of her covers. She could tell she had nothing on from the waist down, and was sure she felt her t-shirt on, but erred on the side of caution and stayed under the sheets just to be sure.

“What’s wrong kiddo, you feeling sick or something? You never sleep in this late.”

Oh I was up until four in the morning fucking Steve mom, you’d be tired too if you were having sex all night long. If you ever had sex anymore that is. “I had a crappy sleep, I was tossing a turning a lot last night.”

“Yeah I thought I heard you up at one point. Did you get out of bed for something sweetheart?”

“Uhhh, I thought maybe I heard a noise outside, so I got up and looked out the window, but there wasn’t anything.”

“Maybe that’s what it was. I thought I heard something, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Almost like voices or something.”

“Hmm, I don’t know mom, I didn’t hear anything like that.” Olivia was watching mother’s eyes, she was looking around her room, it looked like she was doing the motherly check list, making sure everything was in order. Olivia looked around her room, suddenly nervous there would be some giveaway to her nocturnal activities. The area rug she had in the middle of her floor was rumpled up, no doubt from her and Steve having sex on it. Her desk chair was pushed aside from where she was standing while Steve piled into her cunt for what seemed like a hell of a long time.

“Hmm, maybe when you finally get up, you can tidy up your room young lady, it looks a little disheveled.”

“Sure mom, no problem.” Now leave so I can put something on over my naked pussy! And maybe a bra too so you don’t see my nipple rings. Olivia was starting to get nervous, wondering if her mother was ever going to walk away, or if she was expecting her to get out of bed in front of her.

The buzzing of her cell phone on the nightstand saved the day and Olivia reached over a grabbed it, Stacy was calling. Thank God. Olivia watched her mother finally turn around and walk, closing the door behind her. “Hi Stace! How are you?” Olivia beamed.

“I’ve been better. Look Liv, I just wanted to tell you that I called Carl this morning and told him I can’t do this anymore. I told him that he can’t force me to do something against my will and for him to leave me alone.”

Olivia was a little shocked, after everything the two of them had gone through, after everything Carl had done to her, or had done to her at the hands of others, how she thought she could just up and quit like that seemed…, just wrong. “And what did he say Stace?”

“He listened what I had to say and said if that was truly what I wanted, then he was fine with it. I mean he asked me if there were any hard feelings and I told him no. I told him the tattoos and the piercings were the final straw and he said he understood.”

“And do you believe him Stace? I mean, do you think he’ll go along with your wishes?”

“He said he would, so I guess…, well I hope that’s the end of it. I just wanted to call you and tell you that.”

“Ok, I understand, well mostly I do. But Stace I hafta ask, didn’t you find it fun at all?”

“There were times that I had fun, and when it was just me and maybe one of them, it felt pretty good. But it was too much, the abuse I got put through. So many guys, and it hurt so much.”

“I but what about with Nick? Wasn’t that fun?”

“Yeah, it was, I mean he’s really cute and I liked him, and it felt good. But I was really drunk and stoned too, so it wasn’t even like I really had a choice. I was making out with him one minute, and naked the next. I don’t really even remember how I got naked, and the next thing he was inside me.”

Olivia felt a pang of guilt when Stacy mentioned suddenly being naked, since it was her doing in the first place that got her that way. She was single handedly responsible for turning her friend from an innocent twelve year old, into a human cum bucket. She’d experienced just about everything she’d done including fucking probably over a one hundred guys in a much shorter period of time no less. Olivia could understand her problem with it all, but one thing was stuck in her craw and she just couldn’t let go of it. “But Stace, I was there for just about all of it, and you reacted every time like you were loving every second of it. That’s the part I don’t understand. You never complained while you were in the middle of it, only after when you felt guilty about I guess.”

“Liv, it’s for the best, I really need to stop this and I need your support ok?”

“How is it for the best? If you didn’t like it, why all the moaning and groaning and orgasms like crazy?”

“Liv, don’t push me please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. We can still be friends, but I can’t do what you want to do.”

Whoah, still be friends? Stace, where did that come from? We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. You don’t think a little thing like this could affect our friendship do you?”

“Liv, hello? You introduced me to Carl, within a day of knowing him I was having sex. In three or four days I’ve had sex with more guys than I count! I have nipple rings, and this giant gold bar through my pussy. I have no hair down there anymore and from what Carl said, I never will again, plus he tattooed me! I have two small “L’s” along my bikini line for crying out loud!”

“I know Stace, I have them too, but I love mine, especially the glow-in-the-dark ones.”

“Wait, what are you talking about? What glow-in-the-dark ones?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen that one yet?”

“No! What are you talking about?”

“Go shine a light on your pussy, then turn out the lights. You’ll see,” Olivia replied.

“You better be fucking kidding me, I have more tattoos?”

“Carl said so, but he told me not to say anything.”

There was silence on the end of the line for a few seconds, before Olivia heard Stacy say, “Hold on a second.”

Olivia could hear Stacy moving around while she held the phone up to her ear, straining to hear what her best friend was up to. Off in the distance, Olivia could hear Stacy faintly mumbling before she heard her yelling.

“Son of a bitch! I’m gonna kill him!”

Olivia plainly heard Stacy walk up to the phone and scoop it up off of wherever she’d left it. “That bastard I have “Slave to Cock” tattooed on me! I fucking glow in the dark. That asshole! How the fuck do I get that off me now?” she yelled into the phone.

“I don’t know Stace. I’m not sure what to tell you. I have them too, but I actually kinda like mine.” Olivia admitted.

“Liv, it’s permanent. Tattoos are permanent. So is the list of guys you’ve fucked. You can’t undo all of this shit you know. It’s forever. I fucked like a hundred guys before my thirteenth birthday. I can’t undo that shit!”

Olivia could hear her friend start to cry and felt a mixture of sorrow and confusion. She was sad that her friend hadn’t embraced her inner slut, because from everything she’d seen of her best friend, Stacy Bennett definitely had an inner slut. Why she was denying who and what she was, was a complete mystery to her. Olivia loved sex, and from what she’d seen, so did Stacy. Why she suddenly felt the need to walk away just made the whole conversation even more confusing.

“Stace, settle down. If you feel that strongly about it, you can always take out the hoops and bar. The tattoos I’m not sure about. I think they can be removed, but by a doctor I think.”

“Well…, I actually don’t mind the bling all that much. I does look pretty cool on me. It makes me look more grown up. It’s the tattoos I want gone. Any why did he put two “L’s” on me anyway?”

“Carl didn’t tell you?”

“No, we didn’t talk all that long, and it was mostly me doing the talking anyway.”

“Roman numerals, each L represents fifty, for fifty guys you’ve had sex with, so two “L’s” mean you had sex with a hundred guys, just like you said you did.”

“Great, I’m branded for life as a slut. I suppose you’re happy with yours aren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah,” she admitted sheepishly.

“You’ll probably keep going until you have every letter there is in the Roman number thingy, or whatever they call it.

“Well, I hadn’t really thought that far, but I might add one or two more as I hit special milestones maybe.”

“I figured. So what does your glow-in-the-dark tats say?”

“I have three actually, the one over the top of my crack says “Queen of the Sluts”, and then down one side along my labia it has the letter “I”, then a little heart symbol, then the word “Cock”, then on the opposite side it says…, well I don’t know if you want to know this or not.”

“Hit me, it’ so perversely ridiculous that you might as well tell me.”

“Carl’s Cunt.”

“Classy Liv, really classy.”

“Well it’s not like I picked it myself, and it’s not that bad.”

“Liv? Seriously? Carl’s Cunt? He’s calling you his cunt on one hand, and telling everyone else who might see it that you’re pussy belongs to him. How is that “not that bad”? Seriously?”

“Stace you don’t understand. I actually like it. I like that he sees me as his.”

“His property Liv, he sees you as property!”

A chime in her ear drew her attention away from the conversation, someone was calling. “Hold on Stace, I have another call coming in, I’ll be right back.” It was Carl. “Hi Carl, how are ya?”

“Good, I had a delightful chat with your friend just a few minutes ago. Has she called you yet?”

“Yeah, I got her on hold right now.”

“Ok fine, I won’t keep her holding long. I have two bit of news, first, I got you your room at the RedRoof, the weekly rate is $350.00 which you should be able to earn fairly easily. It’s under the name Smith, I told them you’d be in later to pick up your key, I told them your name was Tammy, so Tammy Smith.”

“Cool, so I just go in and say I’m picking up my key?”

“Yep, any time after three. I paid for two weeks in advance, so you owe me seven hundred bucks.”

“No problem, I have it. I’ll bring it with me the next time I see you.”

“Don’t need to, you’re working today in your new room. All proceeds go to me until we hit the seven hundred mark, then it’s our usual fifty-fifty split.”

“Awesome! When, who, how long, how much? All that good stuff?”

“I’ll let you know. I have word out to the other drivers to call me with any customer requests, so I’ll know shortly, but I suspect it’ll all be out-of-town business guys.”

“Hopefully better than that guy from last night. What a disappointment that was.”

“They can’t all be winners kid. Oh and the other thing is, your friend is nuts if she thinks she can just walk away. I’m going to give her a few days to chill out, then I’ll put her back to work. I’ll take it very easy on her so she doesn’t get so burned out. Maybe just three or four guys a day. She should be able to handle that without losing her mind.”

“You think she’ll go for it, she seems pretty determined.”

“I let her think that way, and you need to play along with me for now. Let her think she’s won the battle. The truth is she may be a bigger slut than you, she’s just in denial about it big-time.”

“Sorry Carl, that’s not possible, nobody is a bigger slut than me, nobody.”

“We’ll put it to the test one of these days, see what you can do. Gotta go kid, get back to the little slave and make her think she’s free and clear. I might just get her a room next to yours so you guys can work together. Don’t forget, be there around three and bring some of your sluttier clothes so you can change into a few outfits. Give the guys some variety.”

“Yeah, I already thought of that. I’m going to take all my slut outfits there, it’ll keep my mom from finding them and give me access to whatever I need.”

“Ok, kid, text you later!”

Olivia heard him hang up before she had a chance to swap over. “Stace, still there?”

“It was him wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but he’s cool, he said whatever you want.”

“Really? I thought for sure he’d try to pull some trick or something. He really said that though?”

The guilt was rising again and it was making her feel sick to her stomach. “Yep, that’s what he said Stace.” Olivia had just lied to her best friend, the person she cared about and trusted over everyone else except her mother. She was going to sell out her friend again, and as shitty as she should have felt, she had hope that Carl was right, and that Stacy was just in denial about being a slut. She didn’t believe she could be as big of a slut as she was, but if she was even close, Olivia knew she was doing the right thing by supporting Carl. It would bring Stacy back around where she belonged.

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Olivia jumped in the shower and cleaned the leftover cum from her body that had been stuck to her since last night. Her pussy was always so wet that any sperm that had been dumped into her, had been washed away by her natural copious secretions. She’d had Carl, the dude from last night and Steve, dumping cum into her pussy since her previous shower, and surprisingly, she still felt and smelled fresh as a daisy.

For fun Olivia flicked off the bathroom light partway into her shower and delighted in her glowing pussy and she shaved the little strip off directly over her cunt, the only part they hadn’t done the laser hair removal on. Everything was looking back to normal already. The redness from the laser, and from the tattoos, had all faded completely leaving her looking as clean and bald down there as the day she was born.

Finishing up with the razor on her legs, Olivia found her eyes going back down to her glowing cunt and wondered just how long it would stay like that for. The words were mesmerizing. The “Queen of the Sluts” was her favorite one, and the one most readily visible. It was her alter ego, although with her recent scores of men, it wasn’t really an “alter” anymore. She was truly the Queen of the Sluts now, and any idea that the Queen was hidden back in her subconscious anymore was permanently erased. The orgasm she had while bouncing up and down on Willy the homeless bum’s cock two days ago pretty much confirmed there were no boundaries the Queen wouldn’t cross. Look out world, the Queen is on the loose! And I’m taking my slut body to every cock I can find and making it my own.

Olivia took careful attention today getting ready, today was a big step in her progression to achieving her “slut” goals. With her own place to party, there would be no stopping her now.

Carl had her day today planned for her, or at least he was working on it, but what about the other days? Would he fill those too, or could she take a few of the days of the week and plan her own fun? I definitely need to work out a schedule with Carl so it’s not just all work and no play. After all, I have my own guys I want to come by for a visit. Olivia started rhyming the names off in her head, Bobby from the construction site, Justin the babe from her first day working as a whore, the big cock guys Sam, Charles and Henry. Not to mention the guys from her original email list whom she had picked as finalists. There was that forty-something guy who was really built with the big cock that she fondly remembered from his photo. He was definitely going to be near the top of the list when she figured out what days would be hers.

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It was the most painful two hours Olivia ever remembered, waiting for her mother to leave for work. And as she stood there watching her pull out of the driveway, she realized she had butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t had such nervous excitement since the time she went to the hotel to have sex with Aaron, which turned out to be a complete disaster. Where would I be today if that hadn’t ended so dreadfully? I never would have got fucked by Carl, and I never would have been put on this path that I’m now on. Where would I be today if Aaron had just fucked me like he was supposed to?

Olivia was sure she wouldn’t have been happy fucking just one guy and then calling it quits, not with the desire she felt now to consume as many males as she could. She was the Praying Mantis of her species, except for the biting their heads off thing, Olivia wanted to consume as many men as she could. She feared nothing, she could take everything they could dish out to her, take all their cocks, all their potent sperm, and she would love it.

Oh shit, my pill! I forgot to take my pill today! Oh fuck, did I take it yesterday? Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did. Olivia was so wrapped up in thoughts of her blessed motel room that she completely forgot about the most essential part of her activities, to stay safe and not get pregnant.

Digging out her bottom drawer, Olivia popped her pill out and grabbed the glass of water by her nightstand and washed it down. Putting the little round dispenser back under the drawer, Olivia spied her bundle of cash and remembered she had more in her backpack. Striding over to her backpack, Olivia retrieved the bag Carl had given her from the previous two days. There was nearly fourteen hundred dollars in there, a shit-load of money for a twelve year old, and that was just from the last two days, it added to the already sizeable stash of cash already under the drawer.

Grabbing a few hundred dollars, just to have on hand, Olivia looked back and noticed the stringer of condoms and thought about what Steve had said about catching diseases, and grabbed those and put them into the backpack too. It couldn’t hurt to be careful, besides, it gave the guys the option to spend more if they wanted to go bareback.

Rifling through her drawers, Olivia grabbed most of her sexy undergarments and what sexy/slutty clothes she could fit into her backpack, and headed for the door.

Here I go, my first day with my own place to operate from. Party on!

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Dressed in her usual denim shorts and a tank top, Olivia pedaled to the Red Roof Inn and miracle time, making the trip in under ten minutes. A sweet little lie saying her dad would be along shortly, and Tammy Smith had her very own motel key in her clenched fist.

Carl had requested a room along the back for discretion and as Olivia rounded the corner around the back, she knew it was perfect. There was a double row for parking cars and nothing a but trees in behind the parking lot. Nothing for leering eyes to see from anywhere but right there in front of the rooms.

Opening the door, Olivia was all smiles as she walked into the drab room. It wasn’t a palace by any means, but it was hers. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with a floral print on the bedspread. There was a small couch next to the bed and a pair of chairs next to a small round table in front of the window. A bar fridge sat next to the dresser that held the small twenty inch television. It wasn’t a flat screen like the one her mother had in their living room, but she wasn’t there to watch TV anyway.

Walking into the small bathroom, Olivia’s perma-smile glowed as she saw the yellow tiled shower and imagined how many times she’d be cleaning herself up after sex in there in the foreseeable future. Her pussy was already leaking just from the excitement of it all.

Walking back out, Olivia tossed her backpack onto the bed and went outside to grab her bike. There wasn’t anywhere outside to lock it up so she pulled it inside, leaning it up against the wall adjacent to the bathroom.

Unpacking her clothing in the old dresser, Olivia felt right at home. She had all her underwear and bras in one drawer, the stuff that could stay folded up she put in the next drawer, and her fine stuff she hung up in the closet next to the bathroom. The only thing left, was a guy to share the room with now.

Calling Carl’s phone, Olivia was relieved when he picked up, and even more excited when he said he was on his way with a customer.

“Put on something nice, and we’ll see you in fifteen to twenty.”

Olivia jumped onto the bed and bounced around like the kid that she was. She was about to break in her new home away from home and she couldn’t be more excited.

Rushing around with a purpose now, Olivia undressed out of her shorts and tank and stripped off her Victoria’s Secret bra and panty, and put on something a little more daring. A matching red lace bra and sheer panty would do nicely, followed by a very pretty, almost fancy skirt. It was short enough to be sexy, but not too short to be slutty, although did it really matter? She knew and obviously the guy knew he was coming here for sex, so was there anything wrong with going slutty?

Changing her mind, Olivia pulled out a cut up pair of daisy duke shorts with nothing but a thin strip of denim for a crotch. Pulling them up over her thighs, Olivia kept pulling until the strip of crotch material was digging into her cunt, giving her a delightfully sexy camel toe. The top was a white mesh tank top that did nothing to hide her lacy sheer bra. Her long blond hair made her look like a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader gone really, really bad.

There was nothing classy about the outfit at all, it hugged her developing curves like a wet suit and it screamed sex. Hopefully that was exactly what this guy wanted, because that’s what he was going to get. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Olivia wanted nothing but a long day of hard rough sex. It was shortly after three in the afternoon, and the Queen hadn’t had sex all day (well if you include 4am as day, she had), and she was ready to fuck.

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Carl smiled approvingly as he entered the room with the “client” in tow. She could see in his eyes he wanted to throw her down and fuck her on the spot, and he’d have time later she figured, depending on how many guys he could line up for her. But the look on Carl’s face was nothing compared to the hungry look on the client’s face.

“Wow, he said you were pretty, and had a sexy body, but that doesn’t do you justice!” the guy exclaimed.

Olivia looked him over from head to toe. He was what she figured was a typical business traveler, khakis and a button down dress shirt with comfortable “airport” walking shoes. He was in his forties with a kind face and decent body, a little bit of a beer gut, but not bad. He’ll do.

“Hi I’m Olivia,” she said holding her hand out.

“Andy, pleased to meet you,” he stammered.

Olivia could practically read his mind, he was trying to figure out just how old she was, and if his libido could be overridden by his moral sensibility. It was a losing fight only one guy to date had managed to win, Aaron, all the others had taken one look at her body and figured the best things in life are illegal and had gone for it. He’d do the same thing, she was sure of it. All she had to do was watch his eyes as they travelled up and down her body, lingering over her crotch and her red lace panties, and over the mounds on her chest. The deal was as good as clinched.

Looking at Carl, the guy named Andy, asked, “Uh, I paid you for an hour, is she available longer?”

Carl exchanged glances with Olivia and said “She’s got a pretty full schedule as you can imagine, if I have to bump the next guy, it’s going to cost you extra.”

“How much extra,” he asked, almost too eagerly.

“The first hour is $500, each hour after that is time and a half,” he said with a smile.

“Seven-hundred and fifty dollars an hour! Holy shit, that’s a lot of money!”

“Just look at her, she’s worth every penny. When are you ever going to get a chance to be with a girl this hot ever again in your life? Huh? Never is the right answer. Do it, and you won’t regret it.” Carl loomed over the guy, he was easily four inches taller and one hundred pounds heavier.

Olivia knew the guy was going to say yes, even Carl scared him into it.

“Uhhh, I’m not sure, I don’t have that much on me.”

“No problem, I’ll be back in an hour sharp, and if she hasn’t worn you out by then, I’ll take you to an ATM and you can get the extra.”

“Can I write you a check?”

“Don’t be a smart ass, this is a cash business. I’ll be back in an hour.” With that final remark, Carl turned around and walked out the door leaving Olivia alone with her very first customer in her own motel room.

She wasn’t looking to tease then man and waste his hour trying to extort more time and money from him, he’d already paid Carl and she was ready to go. Olivia pulled the man over to the bed and fished his cock out of his trousers. It was soft and uncut, her first blow job on an uncircumcised cock. It was odd, but still the object of her affections.

Andy moaned as her hot lips wrapped around his soft flaccid shaft. Olivia looked up into his eyes and gave her best bedroom eye stare while she ran her tongue around the soft head of his rod. Pumping lightly on his shaft, Olivia could feel the blood rushing into his member as it began to take on some length and girth. His hands grabbed her by the back of her head and ran his fingers through her golden hair.

“Oh my God that feels so amazing. I can’t believe this, you’re so beautiful. I was expecting a typical call girl, you know, one that looks.., well, not like you. Ohhhh, God, ooooh God, you’re so good at this,” he moaned.

Olivia smiled as she worked his cock with her talented mouth. It was moments like this she would remember forever, the sounds he was making, the surge of blood filling his cock, making it hard just for her. She loved the way it grew in her mouth, it was like love for her blossoming. Pushing her mouth forward, Olivia felt the smooth skin slide to the back of her mouth, working her lips down his shaft, she pushed until his pubes were touching her sensitive lips. He was still growing as she suckled his member. It felt so cool she thought as it forced its way down her throat as it gained its full length and hardness.

“Oh God, that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever felt before. Jesus, I think I can feel your tonsils.”

Olivia giggled at his reaction, or at least she tried to giggle, but all that came out was muffled hum.

“Oh shit, what are you doing down there, it feels so incredible, like your massaging my dick with your throat muscles. Shit you’re going to make me cum. Pull on my balls, I’m not ready yet.

“Hmmm?” Olivia questioned with a pleading look.

“Stop, stop, you’re killing me. Wrap your fingers around my sack and pull down on my balls, it’ll stop me from cumming.

Doing as he said, Olivia wrapped her fingers around his sack just under his cock and pulled down gently.

“Harder, pull harder, yank on them and hold them pulled down as far as you can,” he grunted.

With her small hand wrapped around the man’s testicles, Olivia yanked down, and brought a small scream from the man. The cock in her throat had started to throb, normally a sure sign she was going to get rewarded with a salty present, but not this time.

“Oh God, thanks, just in time. I wasn’t ready to cum yet, in fact, I want to wait as long as I can.”

Pulling her mouth off his bloated cock, Olivia looked up and asked, “Why don’t you want to cum? I’m sure I can get you hard again in no time.” She had her angelic smile beaming up at him, wanting to prove to her latest guy that she could be a very attentive and rewarding slut to be with.

“Oh I’m sure you could, but I like to wait, it makes for a bigger orgasm. The longer I hold off the bigger it is. I don’t know if most guys are like me, but if I can get close to cumming over and over again without actually shooting off, it makes my orgasm really powerful, I also cum a ton when I do too,” he said looking down at the beauty with the long blond hair perched to jump back on his cock again.

“Really, how much?” Olivia replied. Without waiting for an answer she sucked his cock back into her mouth and straight back down her throat.

“Oh, you keep that up for a while and you’ll find out little missy, you’ll find out.”

For the next fifteen minutes Olivia sucked and yanked Andy’s cock to the verge of shooting twenty times or more, every time with him signaling her when to yank and then held on like his life depended on it, holding back form cumming. It was fun for her, watching his reaction, wondering if this time was going to be the one he couldn’t recover from. She could feel his balls swelling in her hand over time. They had to be the biggest set of testicles she’d ever held and she didn’t know if the swelling was from her yanking, or the cum building up in them, waiting to be unleashed on her.

Olivia was thinking about that impending cum shot, wondering where he wanted to deliver it. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass? All would be good, even on her would be good, but the Queen really wanted it in her. Her cunt was made for receiving cum, and in there it would be most appreciated. A she thought about all that potent sperm squirting into her cunt, she imagined what it would be like if she’d forgotten to take her pill today. She still hadn’t had her first period yet, but that had to be right around the corner.

As she yanked down once again, Olivia found herself wondering about getting pregnant, what would that be like? Her boobs would undoubtedly get huge, her hips would get more shapely too, she’d look so sexy like that, well except for her tummy as it started to expand. But there would be guys who’d like that too.

“Ok little missy, I think you’ve sucked me long enough, why don’t we get those clothes off and see what you’ve got underneath those sexy shorts and top,” he said pulling on the back of her head, pulling her sucking mouth off his thick bloated cock.

Olivia looked at the uncircumcised cock as it cleared her lips, it was bloated and angry looking, the head a dark purple color. It was actually pretty big considering how small it started out as. “Mister, you’ve got a really nice cock. It’s going to feel so good when you put it in my little pussy.”

Standing up Olivia pulled the mesh top over her head, leaving her lacy red bra still on. She could see the thin gold hoops through the thin fabric, they looked so hot and sexy she thought.

“Nice baby, why don’t you lose the bra so I can see those nice titties you have there.”

“Sure, whatever you want mister,” Olivia said as she reached around and unsnapped the clasps holding the garment together. Olivia felt the elastic release and snug garment lose its hold on her rib cage. Leaning forward, the bra slipped from her shoulders and released her perfect tear-drop shaped breasts, her pink areola were swelled out like usual, and her tiny little nipples were crinkled up and pointing straight out. The tiny gold hoops looked so sexy on her B-cup breasts as she stood there in the musty motel room, waiting for her latest guy to take her.

Peeling the tight denim shorts off was a struggle, and as she shimmied out of them, she caught Andy staring at her tits as they jiggled in time with her efforts to extricate herself from the shorts.

“Girl, those might the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. Jesus, everything about you seems to be perfect. You’re beautiful, you’ve got smoking hot legs, long blonde hair, and amazing tits. I may need your pimp to go take me to that ATM after all.”

“Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet, wait until I get these off and you put that nice big cock into my hot little pussy. You’re never going to want to take it out,” she teased. With the shorts finally free from her hips, Olivia slowly slid them down her tanned and toned thighs; they were one of her sexiest features and she could tell by his expression that he liked what he saw.

“Leave the panties on, I want to fuck you in them.”

“Ok, where do you want me?” she asked as she stood there before him, completely naked save for the sheer red panties.

“On the bed,” he said with a hungry look on his face. His bloated cock was still pointing skyward as he slowly ran his fist up and down its length.

Olivia climbed up on the bed and waited for him to join her. Olivia remained motionless as he stripped his clothing off, and then climbed up next to her. He leaned in, bringing his face close to hers and then started to kiss her neck, planting gentle kisses across her throat, from one ear to the other. It reminded her of the same thing Aaron did to her the night she lost her virginity. Andy moved down her body slowly, planting kisses along the way until her reached her breasts. He started kissing her nipples, first one then the other. Swirling his tongue around her erect nipple Olivia swooned as the sensations travelled through her body, his tongue dancing over and around the small golden hoop. “Ooohhhh, that feels so good.”

He switched from nipple to nipple sucking the golden hoops into his mouth pulling the supple skin of her breast in with it. She could feel her pussy ready to explode as he worked her sensitive nipples. Her thighs were involuntarily moving, rubbing together in anticipation of what would soon come.

Olivia felt his hand start sliding down her taught tummy, moving down towards her crotch. Her body was primed and ready to go, the foreplay was amazing, but the thoroughbred in her wanted to get out of the barn and blaze at full speed. Still he continued toying with her breasts as his hand finally slid down onto her sheer panties, his fingers delving into her cleft, applying gently pressure to her bud before dipping down lower.

Olivia was sure her panties would be soaked in seconds if he started rubbing her pussy like that. She was tingling all over as he slowly and surely worked his fingers up and down her panty-covered slit. She was dying for him to yank the panties aside and go right in, she wanted those fingers to push deeply into her sex and give her the direct stimulation she was beginning to long for. Still he teased, rubbing only over the thin material.

Rubbing her fingers through his hair, Olivia moved her hands down and rubbed his shoulders feeling the muscles tensing underneath as he moved from her left nipple, and going back over to the right. It was amazing, this slow, controlled foreplay, the feelings he was generating in her body was something she rarely got to enjoy. He was building her up nicely, she knew there was an orgasm brewing and it was going to be lovely.

Olivia felt his mouth leave her breasts and instead of going down towards her crotch like she expect, he straddled her chest and brought his cock back up to her mouth. Eagerly sucking it in Olivia felt the wet warmth and the manly musky scent of his loins, it was such a turn on when she smelled that smell. It was sexy and erotic and she loved it.

“That’s enough baby. Now just lay there and relax.”

Olivia relinquished his tool from her mouth and watched his crawl backwards down her body grabbing two pillows from next to her head with him, until he was down by her thighs. His hands pulled one, then the other leg apart until her legs were wide apart. Finally, let’s get down to action!

He lifted her hips up, and pushed the two pillows under her ass and then let her drop back down.

“Perfect,” was all he said. Olivia felt his hands rub up and down her thighs, working up past her panties and then back down, his palms rubbing over her mound as he went back down. She felt he bed move as she got into position, bringing his purple head closer to her pussy. Olivia was going wild inside waiting for him to plunder her, she wasn’t used to this slow action and wanted him inside her now.

Reaching up, he slowly peeled her panties down her hips. Arching her back up as high as she could Olivia felt him slowly pull her panties down past her buttocks and down onto her thighs. Dropping her butt back down onto the pillows, Olivia raised her legs high in the air so he could finish the job and pull her panties off completely.

Holding her legs up in the air, Olivia felt him wedge his wet bloated cock between her thighs and push forward. He was too high if he was looking for her pussy she thought. Pulling her ankles a foot apart, she felt his cock slide down and land onto her bald pussy. It felt heavy as it lay there in her quivering muff. The wetness of her saliva mixed with her own juices provided ample lubrication as he slowly sawed his cock along her pussy, the fat head rubbing across her clit and her new golden bar making her shudder as sparks began to fly.

Back and forth he went, rubbing her pussy lips with his prick, teasing the Queen with what she wanted the most, his thick cock squarely inside her steamy tunnel.

“Please mister, fuck me now, I really need it,” Olivia moaned.

“Patience little one, here it comes.” With deliberate slowness Olivia felt him continue to rub his cock along her slit, although with each passing cycle, it was dipping lower and lower. Releasing her legs, Olivia now had them draped over his shoulders, his left hand going down to grip his tool. Pushing the fat head down against her sex, Olivia felt the head at her entrance and waited for the big push. Slowly, ever so slowly he pushed forward and she could feel him begin to open her up. “Ahhhh, yeah, that’s it, harder please,” she begged.

As if to allow her to feel every nuance of his entry, Olivia felt the bloated head slowly pierce her womanhood. His moves were slow and deliberate as he pushed inside at a constant rate. Olivia moaned as his manhood slowly split her open. It felt so good to be taken this way.

He pushed at a slow measured pace until his entire length was seated in her hot wet pussy. “Oh fuck yeah,” she moaned.

He extricated his tool until it was completely removed from her cunt. Olivia sighed as she felt the tip slip away from her hungry snatch. Then just as surely he pushed back inside, sinking all the way until his head was pressed firmly up against the back of her pussy. Olivia imagined her cervix like a hungry little mouth, wanting to feed on his cock until he gave up his seed, then drinking the God’s nectar until she couldn’t drink anymore.

The Queen was delighted as he started picking up the pace until finally he was hammering home with wild abandon, pushing his cock as deeply as he could and bashing her cervix with every thrust. “Oh God yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard, oh yeahhhhhh,” Olivia purred as Andy expertly gave her the fucking she so badly wanted.

“Whooah,” he said and quickly stopped his fucking and pulled his cock completely out of her cunt.

“What’s wrong, why did you stop?” Olivia panted, her body covered and light sheen of sweat, her body on fire with desire.

“Trying not to cum baby, just a second,” he said while yanking down on his own nut sack. Letting out a sigh of relief, he pushed his manhood back into her steamy hole and started his rapid thrusting all over again.

Several repeats later, and Olivia knew it was to be expected. He would fuck her as rapidly as he could then pull out right before he was going to cum. She looked down and was shocked at how swollen his ball sack looked. Fuck, he must have a ton of cum pent up in there! And it’s all for me!

A dozen more pull-outs later, Andy spoke up, “Can I put it in your butt baby?”

“Sure, anything you want baby, I’m your everything girl.” Olivia felt him cock pull out of her pussy and then push up against her sphincter. It had been a few days since anyone had fucked her ass, and it was a welcome change. Relaxing her muscles, she felt the stretch, the then the sudden entry as his head slipped past her ring of muscle.

“Oh God, your ass feels amazing too. You’re going to make me cum buckets when I finally let this all go baby,” he said as he slowly pushed his cock in all the way.

Olivia could feel his curly pubes pushed up tightly against her anal ring and knew he was bottomed out into her rectum. He slowly worked his cock in and out of her ass, and gradually picked up the pace until he was doing his familiar pump it until you’re going to blow and then pulled out quickly and yanked on his nut sack. Looking over at the clock, Olivia was surprised to see it was almost four o’clock, Carl would be back very soon.

“Hey Andy, it’s almost four, Carl will be here in a few minutes,” she said as she watched him slam back home into her ass. It felt great, but the one thing that had been lacking was her own cum, his strange behavior of rapid fucking then the sudden stopping had left her near her peak, but not close enough to actually orgasm.

“Ok, can you cum?”

“Yeah probably, I just gotta rub my slit a little. How about you?”

“Fuck yeah, I’ve been ready to cum for an hour baby. Where do you want it?” he asked as he slowed his thrusting down to a minimum.

“In my pussy, definitely in my pussy.”

“You sure? I’m gonna fill you up good if that’s where you want it.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s where it’s supposed to go,” Olivia replied. Reaching down, she started rubbing her clit and felt the bar work its magic.

“Ok, baby, here it comes,” he said as he stood up and pushed her legs back towards her head, and drilled his cock straight down into her waiting cunt.

“Oh God yess, that feels so fucking good. You’re a magician with that thing,” she panted. Her orgasm was coming really quickly, a few more seconds and it would hit her like a freight train.

“Wait until you see the tricks my cock can do baby, it’ll blow your mind.”

Olivia looked up just as her orgasm hit her and saw how swollen his sack had become. “Holy shittttttt, oh God here it comes. Ohhhhhh it’s a big one, uhggggggggggg!!!!” she screamed out loud. Her body tensed and her pussy muscles clamped down on the fat cock in her cunt. “Goodddddddd……”

“Jesus, your pussy is like a fucking vice on my cock,” he said as he continued hammering into her pussy from above.

Without warning, Andy shoved his index finger into her pussy, working it in above his cock and rubbing her upper vaginal wall furiously. “Oh my God! What are you doing? Eeyahhhhh!!!!!!!!” Olivia screamed and felt her orgasm go into overdrive. Her pussy spasmed in a way she’d never felt before and sudden rush of cool air flooded into her cunt. It was the weirdest feeling she’d ever had, but amazing and rewarding at the same time.

“Col, here it comes baby, hang on, it’s going to be huge!” he yelled.

Olivia felt her pussy contract once more and then literally felt the splashes of cum as they sprayed against her cervix. In her inverted position with her pussy pointing straight up in the air, Olivia watched and felt Andy’s cock throb over and over again. Slowly he started pulling up of her spasming cunt until just the head remained inside, his finger still rubbing against the inside of her cunt.

“Oh my God, are you still cumming?” Olivia gasped. Andy’s finger was doing something strange to her pussy and it was contracting, or something ever so strangely.

“Oh yeah, I’m just warming up,” he said as he used his other hand to jack his cock.

She could feel the throbs go on and on. Olivia had become an expert in the male appendage and knew about how many times most guys would ejaculate. This guy was a freak she realized as his stroking continued, and the throbbing in her cunt continued. She’d lost count on how many separate pulses she’d felt inside her pussy, but it had to be close to twenty, and he was still going.

“Holy shit, how much cum are you pouring into me?” Olivia asked in amazement.

“A lot, maybe the most ever. Can you grab that foam coffee cup next to you on the table, I’m not done yet and I think you’re pussy’s pretty full.”

“Sure,” Olivia replied and reached over her head and grabbed the foam cup, and handed it up to him.

“Don’t move,” he said as he pulled his finger out of her pussy and grabbed the cup and aimed it over her cunt. Pulling his surging cock out of her quim, Olivia watched as several voluminous jets erupted from the end of his cock and splattered into the cup. Two or three spurts were all the remained as he finished jacking the last of his semen into the cup.

“So do you want me to drink that, is that why you wanted the cup?”

“Drink it? I just needed somewhere to put it all, since it can really make a mess with how much was coming out, but if you want to, you’re certainly more than welcome to,” he offered. Stepping lightly down off the bed and onto the floor, Andy handed the cup over to the prone girl with her pussy still pointing to the ceiling. “You know, you look pretty sexy lying there with your pussy full of my cum. I’ve never had a girl want me to shoot that much of my stuff into her before, or offer to drink it either.”

“I’m a different kind of girl, plus it feels pretty sexy knowing my cunt has that much cum in it right now.”

“Really? You actually like being shot full of semen?” he asked sounding very apprehensively. “You’re not just saying that because you think I want to hear it, or you think it’s part of the job?”

“Nope, if I didn’t want you to cum in me, I would have made you wear a condom, plus it feels pretty cool. It almost feels like your cock is still in there, I have this full feeling. Is there really that much in me?” Olivia asked. Her knees were still up around her head, she could see a trail of his cloudy white semen starting to snake its way down from her cleft heading towards her belly button. She was overflowing indeed.

“Yeah, you are. You might want a towel or something because when you stand up, it’s going to come pouring out of you,” he said walking towards the bathroom.

Olivia heard water running and saw his reflection in the mirror, he was wiping his crotch with a facecloth, cleaning himself up while she lay there with a cunt-full of his semen. She was percolating in the stuff. “So what was it you did to me with your finger,” she shouted out. It was the weirdest feeling ever, and the way it intensified her orgasm was nothing short of incredible.

“It’s a little trick an old girlfriend taught me,” he said from the bathroom. “It doesn’t always work, in fact you’re only the third girl I’ve tried it on that it worked for.”

“So what did you do?” Olivia watched as the flow of semen from her pussy increased, the little trail that was slowly working its way down her tummy, had now reached her bellybutton and it was cute how it was starting to pool inside.

“If you rub your G-spot while you’re cumming, it can sometime produce this effect that makes the inner walls of your pussy expand. The first time I experienced it with my old girlfriend, my whole hand slipped inside of her. It was amazing,” he said returning from the bathroom. “It stays like that for a short time until your muscles contract back to normal. That’s what’s happening now, that’s why you have my junk starting to really flow out of you.”

“So my pussy is like a cavern inside right now?”

“Kind of, but not for long. The huge load I shot into you is keeping it expanded, but your muscles are forcing the stuff out. We should probably get you to the bathroom so you can expel it all.”

“No way, I want to see how much you shot into me. Can you put that cup over my pussy and help me up so I can see how much is there?”

“Uh, yeah, let me grab the empty one.” Going around the other side of the bed, Andy grabbed the second foam cup and went to the end of the bed. Kneeling before the blonde angel with the amazing body, and with the exceptionally rare ability to do what she did with her pussy. He placed the cup directly over her bald pussy, noticing for the first time the two small “L’s” tattooed along her bikini line. “Here, give me your hand, I’ll pull you up. And who’s LL?”

Feeling the soft edge of the foam cup over her cunt, Olivia lifted her legs back up in the air and settled them down onto the bed on either side of Andy’s naked form. She was almost in a gymnastics bridge with her hips still suspended by the pillow under her butt. Who is LL? Oh he must think those are somebody’s initials! “Those are my mother’s initials,” she offered.

“Oh, ok. Here grab on.”

Holding her hands out, Andy grabbed them both with his one, and with one strong movement, pulled her up into a standing position. She could immediately feel the gush from her pussy, it was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. “Holy shit there’s a lot in there,” she beamed. “I can feel it pouring out of me!”

“I told you I can cum a lot. Tell me when you think you’re done, and we’ll take a look and see just how full this baby is.”

“Do you really think you could fill this cup?”

“Maybe, but I doubt it. We spent less than an hour building it up. If we worked at it for a few hours I’m sure I could fill it. I bet there’s more here than you’ve ever seen before though,” he said proudly.

Olivia stood there in her nakedness in her own motel room, with a man named Andy whom she’d only just met and hour ago, with a white Styrofoam cup being held to her bald twelve year old pussy, while gobs and gobs of cum gushed from cunt. It was pretty cool she thought as she looked down at the guy holding the cup. Another new experience for her, knowing that she had some weird ability to orgasm from something he called a G-spot, and that her pussy could open up like that. Truly remarkable what her body was capable of.

After standing there a good minute or two, Olivia spoke up, “I think that’s about it. I can’t feel any more dripping out.”

“Ok, let’s take a peek,” he responded. Pulling the cup away slowly, Andy was the first to see the contents of the cup.

Olivia knew it must have been a lot because before she could see inside, she heard him say, “Wow.” “Show me, I want to see!” Olivia looked in and saw the cup was about half full. For some strange reason, she was expecting to see if full to the brim. But nobody could shoot that much out at once. Still, half a cup is a lot! She then remembered the other cup, and it had three of four of his copious squirts of cream in it too. Realizing just how much he had jettisoned into her, Olivia realized just how incredible his ability to cum really was. “I can’t believe there was that much in me!”

“Yeah, I told you. Just imagine how much is still inside you though. You spent a fair amount of time with your legs up in the air. Your womb is probably basting in it right now too.”

“Yeah, that’s so cool. So do you want me to drink it down now?” she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her cum smeared pussy mashing up against the floral bedspread.

“You’d do that? Drink this much?” he asked, still not believing she’d actually do it.

“I’d like to try,” she said accepting the cup from him. Looking inside she could see it was it wasn’t uniform in consistency, it had spots where it looked almost clear, other spots that where it was thick and white, almost like it was separating.

“That would be pretty cool to see. Go for it!” he said as he stood up and walked over the grab his underwear. The pimp would be here any minute he thought, and I’ve already cum a bucket-load. I can forget about that extra hour for now, and maybe hook up with this girl the next time I’m in town. Pulling his underwear on, Andy looked at Olivia and wondered if she would drink his stuff. It was a lot and no girl he’d ever met before had offered to do that when he’d had one of his gigantic-sized cums.

Olivia watched him start to dress while she sat there holding his cup of semen, and while she contemplated drinking down the cup of goo, noticed her backpack behind him. Inspiration struck. “Hey in the front pouch of my backpack is my phone, grab it and video me drinking this down!”

Andy retrieved the phone and followed her instructions for getting the video up and running. “Ok, it’s recording.”

“Ok, here it goes,” she said smiling at the lens.

“Hold on, let me get a close-up of how much is in there first,” he said rushing stepping forward.

Olivia held out the cup and let Andy get a close-up of the cup before stepping back and aiming it at her face. Putting the cup up to her lips, Olivia could smell the tangy, almost bleachy smell of his semen. Now or never, I hope you’re happy with this Queenie! Tipping it back she felt the goopy white amalgam begin to pour into her mouth. It had the texture of snot and had a taste entirely unto its own. Olivia was well versed in swallowing male ejaculate, but this was a quantity she never thought in a million years she’d be consuming.

Swallowing a few squirts fresh from the tap was one thing, drinking down a half cup of cooling gel was quite another. It took some effort, and some serious mental fortitude to manage to drink down that much cum. Each swallow was like a victory for the Queen, she was getting her prize for being the biggest slut imaginable. She drank it down by the ounce, one gulp at a time.

It was like drinking a cup full of gravy, thick and ropey. With every swallow, Olivia experienced a sexual high that she couldn’t describe in any way that would make any sense to someone who wasn’t striving to be the biggest slut possible. It was a source of pride for her to be able to do this.

With one last tip of the cup, the last drops spilled into her mouth, and the cup was empty. Swallowing it down, Olivia looked into the camera and smiled. She had a glossy ring around her top lip that could only be the equivalent of a milk mustache. “Wow dude, that was a lot of cum you squirted into me. I can’t believe I drank it all down like that!”

“I’ll say, I can’t believe it either. But you didn’t get all of it. There’s still that other cup over there on the bedside table.” Andy pointed the phone away from the gorgeous blond girl that had just drank down a ton of his semen, towards the other cup that had only a few of his generous squirts in it. “Are you going to drink that one too?”

“I guess I better,” she said and stood up and walked over to the table. Peering into the cup, it looked much the same as the first cup, only with maybe half as much in it. It was still a lot, way more than most guys could make even with a full load. Grabbing the cup Olivia raised the cup and looked into the camera, “Bottoms up!” Pouring the entire contents into mouth in one motion, Olivia felt he room temperature goop spill into her mouth. It was chunky and almost cold. It had coagulated while it sat there cooling into a lumpy mass. Ewwww!

Olivia had learned a valuable lesson as she fought to swallow the lumpy mass down her throat. Don’t drink cold cum! She gagged a little as the last of the semen travelling past her uvula and down her esophagus. She’d done it, swallowed the biggest load of cum ever. A little shiver went down her spine as the last of it made its creamy way down to her tummy. She shuddered visibly as the aftertaste of the semen lingered with her.

“Not as good as the first batch dear?” Andy asked with a laugh. He still had the camera rolling and had captured the memorable event in full detail.

“Cold,” she sputtered. “Don’t like it cold,” she said. The cold goop had left her mouth coated in the stuff, her teeth felt like they were wearing little furry jackets made of male semen. Running her tongue around her mouth, she cleared as much of the thick jizz away, and swallowed repeatedly trying to clear the last of it from her mouth. “I think I need a drink of water,” Olivia said as she walked to the bathroom. She could feel a trail of liquid draining from her pussy as she made the short walk. There must be more coming out of me she realized. Maybe he’s right, maybe my womb is full of his cum now too!

Returning from getting her drink, Olivia noticed movement from the partially closed window and saw Carl coming to the door. Remember to close the curtains next time idiot!

Without knocking, Carl walked in to find Olivia’s client fully dressed and sitting in the chair by the round table. His blonde nymphet was just coming out of the bathroom, still fully nude and looking as sexy as ever. There was something about her after she’d had sex that made her ten times sexier than before, or maybe that was just his opinion. She was damn hot either way as she walked up to the edge of the bed and just stood there waiting. “Hi babe, have fun?”

“Carl, you should see what this guy can do, he shoots buckets. It’s amazing,” she gushed.

Carl could see she was impressed by whatever it was this guy had done to her, but now was not the time to go into such details, she had work to do and he had to get this clown out of here before the other client got here. “Lovely dear. Get cleaned up, your next appointment will be here in a few minutes.” Turning to Andy, he said, “I take it by the fact that you’re dressed that you don’t need the extra hour?”

“I probably could go again, but maybe next time. Is she available tomorrow?” Andy asked as he got to his feet.

“She sure is. Come on, let’s go sport. The girl needs to get ready.” And with that Carl escorted the guy outside and paused in the doorway, “Hey kid, good work. One of the other drivers I work with should be here soon with another one for you. Collect five hundred from the guy when he gets here for you and I, and have your client give fifty to Jerome, the driver. That’s his finder’s fee, fifty bucks.”

“He gets fifty bucks just for driving him over here?” Olivia asked, still standing there naked. Her pussy was still leaking, a little rivulet of liquid was coursing down her thigh. She’d need to jump into the bath to get cleaned up properly for her next guy.

“Yep, don’t forget, five hundred for us, fifty for Jerome. I’ll be waiting outside once I get this guy dropped off at his hotel. See ya kid!”

“Hey Carl! One quick question before you go.”

“Yeah kid, what is it?” Carl asked with the door only open a crack.

“Should I be using those condoms you gave me?”

“Since when did you care about using condoms?” he asked with a chuckle, his eyes drinking her naked form in. As many times as he’d seen her naked, she was still a treasure to behold.

“I don’t know, I was just wondering.”

“Use them if you want, just charge an extra hundred bucks if the guy wants to go bareback. Do you have some with you?”

“I have a few that you gave me from before.”

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

Olivia stood there while Carl closed the door. She saw him through the window run out to his car and watched him shuffling through the front passenger’s side door, then go back to his trunk and lid around some more before slamming the trunk lid down and scurrying back to the room, his fat belly jiggling the whole way.

“Here, some supplies for you. I guess we should set you up right if we’re going to run our business out of here.” Carl handed her a brown paper bag before stepping back out and leaving her all alone.

Olivia looked inside the bag, there a few more condoms, a bottle of water, a tube of lubricant, a small plastic bag with his special little round pills, and a small baggy of white powder. That must be the cocaine he used on my pussy last night. That stuff makes me feel so hot!

Turning around, Olivia headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up, and maybe to experiment a little with her collection of mind altering chemicals.

Popping one of the round pills into her mouth, Olivia felt it start to dissolve instantly and tasted the sugary-bitter mixture flood her mouth. The ecstasy always did such nice things to her body, but the cocaine was even better!

Olivia climbed into the tub and turned on the hot water, hopefully she’d have enough time for a good soak before the next guy got here. That Andy guy had really filled her up good and she wanted to be clean and fresh for the next guy.

Soaping up, Olivia relaxed and felt the hot water warm her skin as she waited for the pill to start taking effect. Looking up at the ceiling Olivia noticed flakes of paint peeling from the corners, it wasn’t much of a room, but for three-hundred and fifty dollars a week, she wouldn’t have to work very hard to pay for it. If Carl kept her busy enough, she could make quite a bit of money, even after paying for the room. She thought back to the weird thing that Andy guy did with her pussy. Spreading her legs, Olivia reached her right hand down and pushed her index finger into her pussy. It felt like it was totally back to normal, still nice a snug as it closed around her digit. He rubbed the upper side about halfway down I think.

Feeling around, she felt a small area that felt a little bumpier than the surrounding tissue, and pressed firmly against it. She felt a new sensation from it, something much different from the feelings she got form her clit when she rubbed that. It felt good but different, certainly not as good as her clit produced, but good all the same.

Inserting a second finger, she starting rubbing in circles against the small area, pressing her palm against her clit at the same time. Oohhh, that does feel nice. Her bald pussy felt so nice and smooth against her hand as she rotating her hand around in small circles while pressing firmly against her clit, her fingers working the little area Andy had called her G-spot. She’d heard the term before, but didn’t know anything about it or whether or not she even had one. After Andy had made her cum so hard, she was pretty sure she had one, and that it was fully functional!

Olivia was getting lost in her own arousal, her stimulation was quickly getting her back towards having another orgasm. It was going to be another good one, and maybe even as good as the one Andy had given her, maybe even making her pussy do that weird opening up thing.

A knock sound interrupted her concentration and Olivia realized it must be her next guy. Pulling her fingers from her slick pussy, Olivia jumped up and grabbed a towel from the stainless steel rack bolted to the wall along the back of the shower. Quickly toweling off, Olivia wrapped the towel around her and ran to the door as the next series of knocks echoed loudly through the small room.

Pulling open the door, Olivia saw two guys standing there, one black, one white. “Hi I’m Olivia, is one of you Jerome?” she asked, holding the towel tightly around her torso. It was a small towel and barely covered her from her tits to pussy. It must have been a shocking sight because both guys stood there with their eyes bulging and their jaws hanging slack.

“Yeah baby, that’s me,” said the black guy not taking his eyes off her for even one second. “This is Dave.”

“Hi,” said, the other guy. He was a carbon copy of the first guy, mid forties, pudgy, balding, nothing special, just another guy, just another notch on her bedpost so to speak. His eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his head

“Hi come on in guys. Pleased to meet you,” Olivia said backing up and holding the door open with the guys to enter. Both of them shuffled in and turned around to continue looking at the petite blonde with nothing on but a towel and smile. “Carl said for me to collect the money up front. He said you owe Jerome fifty and me five hundred. Do you have the money?”

“Uh yeah,” he said digging a wad of bills out of his pocket.

“Damn baby, Carl said you was cute, but he never said you was this hot,” Jerome added. He made no effort to hide his stare as he scanned her up and down.

“No? Well Carl can be the master of understatement sometimes,” she replied with a sly smile trying not to be too cocky about answering his compliment, but acknowledging his reference to her hotness at the same time. Jerome looked to be in his mid twenties, tall and slim, with short copped hair. He looked handsome enough, certainly more so than Dave. Olivia wasn’t really into black guys any more than any other race, but out of the two of them standing before her, she certainly thought she’d prefer Jerome, but he wasn’t the one digging money out of his wallet.

“There you go,” he said handing a few bills over to Jerome, and then handed a much larger wad out in front to Olivia.

Grabbing the wad, she marveled at the quantity of money she was being handed. The amount of money guys were willing to pay to have sex with her was astounding, especially when she was more than willing to give it out for free. But now was not the time to think such things, she had a responsibility now to earn money to keep her newly acquired motel room all to herself.

“Thanks Dave, thanks Jerome,” Olivia said, and then backed away from the door and moved around them towards where her clothes from her previous encounter were still lying. “I’ll be back in a minute, I just need to go change.”

“Nice meeting you Olivia. Do you want me to come back and pick you up in an hour?” he said looking at Dave.

“That all depends,” Dave said, still in shock over how young and beautiful the nearly naked girl was standing in front of him. The girl he’d just paid five hundred dollars to have sex with. “Same price for a second hour?”

Olivia answered using the same one Carl had responded with, “Nope, time and half because I have other guys coming right after you. If I have to bump them back, I have to charge you a premium price. Seven-hundred and fifty for the second hour,” she said expecting him to choke on the price.

“It’ll be worth it, done deal. Put me down for two then. Come back in two hours, thanks Jerome,” Dave answered, and gave a little wave to Jerome letting him know it was time for him to leave.

“Fine, see you in two.” Jerome walked back to wondering how he could get in on some of her action. I little white girl like that would look really fine perched on my black dick he thought as she climbed into his cab and shoved the key into the ignition.

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Olivia turned to head toward the bathroom to put on the little daisy duke shorts from before, when she heard Dave call out from behind her.

“You can just leave the towel on for now, you don’t need to change if you don’t have to. It’s up to you. You look incredibly hot like that.”

Turning around, Olivia felt a surge of confidence as the pill she’d taken earlier started to take effect. “Well if you think I look hot in the towel, wait until you see me without it.”

Olivia dropped the towel and slowly crawled up onto the bed. She was about to make yet another man’s dreams come true.

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Two hours to the minute Carl walked in with Jerome in tow, and found Dave lying between Olivia legs eating her pussy like a starving man eating a meal. She was squealing like a little pig and gripping her titties in a death-grip as she orgasmed with her thighs locked around his head. That girl doesn’t hold anything back when she comes.

“Pizza’s here!” he yelled out, scaring the shit out of Dave and making him just about jump straight up off the bed.

“Jesus H Christ you scared me!” he yelled back.

He looked kind of silly standing there with his tiny little limp cock pressed tightly against the red lace of Olivia’s panties that he was wearing. It takes all kinds. As Dave raced to remove the red panties, Carl looked around the room, there were remains of several condom wrappers scattered about, and their respective contents lying around too, each of them filled with varying amounts of semen.

“Looks like you kids had quite the party,” he added. “What do you think Jerome?”

“Looks to me like the party is just getting started to me,” Jerome stated while staring at the hot little naked blonde girl lying on the bed. She was even more sexy the way she was lying there on her side, not attempting to cover anything up.

“I think you might be right J. Why don’t I take your fare back to his hotel while you and Olivia get acquainted? What do you think kid?”

“I’m sure we can find something do while we wait for you to get back here,” Olivia replied. The ecstasy was at full effect and she was ready to keep going.

Olivia was a very happy girl, the latest guy Dave had been quite the horny little dog. He had managed to cum four times over the course of their two hours together, all of them in condoms, so she still felt fresh and clean. Plus he’d been quite the oral freak, eating her out more times than she could count, making her orgasm over and over again.

He was a good kisser too she noted; not that many guys she’d been with really wanted to make out with her, but Dave did. It made it very personal and intimate. He even kissed her after she put on a show, eating his cum out of one of the used condoms. She never expected him to want to do that, but he did. He even encouraged her to do the same with the other used ones, but they were cold and she knew how chunky and yucky cold semen could be and offered to suck him off instead, which she did, although by that point he had no chance of getting hard again anytime soon, but it still added to their fun.

All in all, it was a very fun two hours. She’d connected with him on a personal level, and even though he had this weird kink about wearing her underwear, who was she to complain? She had her own weird kinks when it came to sex, like everything goes! She thought about guzzling down Andy’s cup of semen and smiled. Now that’s a weird kink! It wasn’t anything anyone would expect, but it was something she was sure the guys would love! Andy certainly did. That might add to the experience, let the guys cum in my pussy, and then eat it after it drips out of me! That ought to have them coming back for more!

It was amusing to watch Dave scurrying to put his clothes on, he was so self-assured when they naked together, now with two big guys standing there watching him dress, he seemed scared. If he knew Carl even at all, he’d know the man could care less about other guys naked around his moneymaker. If anything he preferred guys to be naked around her, it meant money in his pocket.

Dave kept his head down while he finished buckling his belt, his eyes darting between Olivia on the bed, and the two guys towering above him. Olivia just smiled any time he looked her way and hoped the good time they shared would more than make up for his current discomfort.

Dave’s worries were all for not since Jerome was focusing solely on the nude blonde on the bed, and Carl on the stack of cash lying on the small table for his second hour with his girl.

“Ok, I guess I’m ready,” Dave said standing as tall as his five-foot eight-inch could offer. Addressing Carl, he asked, “So how do I get in touch with her, I mean you, when I come to town next?”

“Give her your email, or what do you prefer kid, texting?” Carl said looked past the “client” at his girl on the bed, looking ravishing as usual in her after-sex glow.

“Either is fine, write it on the little note pad here and I’ll contact you in the next day or so,” she replied. Olivia liked Dave and even though her instincts were to conquest new men, she liked the familiarity of some of the guys she’d been with, even this guy with his fetish for her panties. “Hey Dave, you can keep the panties if you like.”

“Really? Ahh thanks,” he said meekly. She could see a smile spread across his face as he scooped them up and stuffed them in his pocket. It was a little thing, but she knew it would mean a lot to him. Olivia, the Queen of the Sluts was made for making men happy, in any way she could. Stepping over to the bed, Dave quickly scribbled on the notepad and gave her one last fleeting smile before heading for the door.

“I hope I see you again Dave!” Olivia yellow out as he hastily stepped around Jerome, and headed through the door.

“Nice touch kid, leave them wanting a return engagement. Now if you two can find something to do while I’m gone, and don’t forget to eat some of this pizza before it gets cold. I’ll be back,” he said doing a really lousy Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, which made even Jerome laugh.

“Fucking white boy,” he said with a shake of his head. Jerome had more important things to attend to other than eating pizza, and just as the door closed behind big fat Carl, he already had his pants around his ankles. Blondie was all smiles as she checked out his swinging cock as he climbed up onto the bed.

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Carl dropped Olivia’s latest “kill” off it his upscale hotel and made a lazy return trip back to the shit-hole Olivia was so proud of now having. It was barely six o’clock and his little vixen had already knocked down two guys for a grand total of seventeen-hundred-and-fifty dollars already. I should just quit this stupid cab driver gig and let the other guys find customers for her. But Carl liked the security of having what used to be his primary source of income, still available to him. What was a few hours a day in the big scheme of things? After all, what if the kid suddenly decided to find religion and gave up her little excursion into the big world of sex? What then? And what about her little brunette friend? How much time should he give her to think the big bad wolf has left her alone? Or should he just throw her back into service and hope her recently found willpower is as easily crushed as he thinks it’ll be? I guess I can give her a day or two of hope, and then see. Maybe Saturday night will be her welcome home to fucking night.

Stopping by a liquor store along the way, Carl decided to stock up the fridge for his young charge, and got her the fruitiest girlie drinks he could find. A girl under the influence is so much more fun he thought, and even if his super-slut didn’t need it, her friend certainly would once he got her back in the saddle again. A few six-packs of beer for the clients wouldn’t hurt either.

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Walking back into the room, it was no surprise to see Jerome lying between Olivia’s outspread legs, humping for all he was worth. “Don’t mind me, I’m just the delivery boy” he said, carrying in an armload of alcoholic drinks. Jerome was only a hair over six feet, but in comparison he looked like a linebacker sacking a quarterback as he plowed into the petite beauty. She was huffing and puffing through it all and from the intermittent moans, he knew she was going to blow soon. The kid was an orgasmic machine.

“Hey Jerome, wrap it up. You aren’t making us any coin by fucking my girl. You need to be out there picking up new prospective clients for her,” he said as he put the beer and coolers down. “Doesn’t look like you guys took my advice and ate any of this pizza,” he said looking at the pizza box, still sitting exactly where he’d left it.

“What can I say man, the girl is hot,” Jerome replied, grunting away as he sunk his ebony cock into the pretty girl’s sweet little trim. Aint that right baby?”

Olivia just grunted, she was so close to cumming now, any second and she was going to blow big. The new clit bar was making magic for her, giving her all the stimulation that intercourse alone never provided. Jesus, all I have to do is fuck now, and I can cum like crazy. What other tricks are there to make this even better than it already is?

“Oooooooo fuck here it comes. Here it comes…., ahhhhhh fuck……, ahhhhh!” she screamed out loud. Olivia didn’t care anymore how loud she was, she was in her castle and she was the undisputed Queen. She could scream and yell through sex as much as she wanted now, and right now called for some loud screaming. “Fuck me, fuck me, ahhhh, fuck my little pussy, oh shit that feels, oooohhh!”

Carl watched in amusement as his little moneymaker satisfied yet another victim of her sinful ways. Her blue eyes always bugged out super wide when she came like that. She was so pretty and she was so nasty too. The way she’d wrap her body around you when she came was truly awe-inspiring. It was a vice-grip full body hug that made you feel like you were the biggest stud in the world. Her pussy milked you with such power that it took an incredible amount of willpower not to dump your seed into her silken pussy.

As evident by the look on Jerome’s face, apparently he was not one of those guys with said required amount of willpower. His back was arched and his hips pushed down into hers. His cock was as deep as either of them were going to get it.

Another creamsicle for her kitty Carl thought. He laughed inside thinking about how much cum his little dumpster had taken over the course of what? A week and a half? I better get her another packet of birth control pills. The last thing I need is for her to get knocked up and put out of commission.

His ringing cell phone interrupted his thought process. Checking the call, it was one of the other drivers, undoubtedly with another client for Olivia to service.

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It was shortly after ten o’clock when Carl opened his passenger door for his moneymaker. She’d fucked three more guys since Jerome had finished up with her, bringing her monetary total for the day to $3,250. Not bad for one day’s work he thought. Minus the seven hundred he’d already laid out for the room, minus money for the pizza and beer, and minus his take for the night; Carl handed over what he felt should be her share of what was left, about twelve-hundred dollars.

“There you go kid, a nice chunk of money for you for all your hard work,” he said gently closing the door for her. She’d used two of the ecstasy pills and from what she’d told him, a few finger-fulls of the coke in her cunt. She was still pretty hopped up and even though he knew she was a firecracker in the sack when she was stoned, there would be always be time to fuck her when the circumstances were more favorable. Her mother would be home soon enough and risking discovery just wasn’t worth it.

Olivia sat there in silence, feeling the drugs as they worked through her system. She hadn’t intended to get this fucked up, it just kinda happened. Fucking six new guys and going at it for pretty much six full hours had left her sore enough that she wanted the relief the cocaine would provide. Still being a rookie at it left her far more high than she’d anticipated. It made the sex outstanding of course and that made her smile as she sat there in Carl’s Crown Vic, a fist-full of cash she’d add to her swelling hoard, and a body still recovering from an afternoon (and night) of debauchery.

She’d been so wrapped up in her Queenly duties that she’d completely forgotten about Stacy, and her lack of contact. There’s always tomorrow, I can call her then.