Cheryl's Heat by Chris and RLM
Part 1 - Teenage and Single Years
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MARK:
The party we had been planning for weeks had been in progress
for over two hours, and I was becoming increasingly wet and
excited. On an irresistible impulse caused by an online chat
session, I had sent Mark an invitation. When I sent it, I really
didn't expect him to be able to attend due to distance, but he
had to be in our area and had accepted.
After greeting some old friends, he had taken a seat directly
opposite mine where he had remained for the last hour, never once
taking his eyes off of me. My panties had long since been
soaked... so much so that that the garment was now useless for
absorbing any more of my cuntal secretions. They were already
totally saturated. Having soaked through my panties, my juices
were now coating my inner thighs so that every time I moved, it
felt like they were covered with a lubricating oil. I knew that
I should go to my bedroom upstairs, wash myself, and change my
panties, but I was too hot... too excited to do that. Mark might
leave.
I wondered if my secretions had already soaked through the back
of my dress? "God... if that had happened, when I stood up every
man in the room would know I was in heat and most of the women as
well. They might already know it. I could smell the musky aroma
of my cunt... easily. I knew the olfactory sense weakens very
quickly... but even after an hour, I could still smell the heady
aroma of my overheated pussy. Any man approaching me would
detect my excitement six feet away or more.
Every time Mark looked at me, it got worse. His eyes were
boring into my thighs... almost as if he could force my legs
apart by the sheer will of his intense stare. He licked his
lips.... AAAaaaa god, I felt my cunt contract at the sight
causing another gush of fluids to pour from my excited hole.
Where was my husband? I needed Chris to come rescue me from
myself. But I knew he was outside preparing more hamburgers, hot
dogs, and shrimp on the grill. He was outside slaving away to
feed everyone at the party while his slutty wife was exhibiting
herself for Mark, my former boyfriend who had fucked me many
times, and now my hot cyberlover. I couldn't stop, and he knew
it.
At first, he had just looked me over the way men always do, but
as the party progressed, he grew bolder, his staring became more
pointed until now he was leaning forward in his seat directly
across from me with his eyes boring into the darkness at the top
of my short skirt. He wanted to see my panties... my cunt... I
knew it... and he knew I knew it. My pussy gushed again. I also
knew that he wanted more than just to see my cunt... he wanted to
fuck it again. That thought was making my clit throb and my
vagina open and close in slow, intense spasms.
The problem was I wanted to let him see my panties... my cunt...
everything. At first, my skirt was only a few inches above my
knees, which I kept pressed together in a proper fashion. That
was an hour ago. After 30 minutes under Mark's frank and lustful
stare, my skirt was 8 or 9 inches above my knees which were
slightly parted. Now... after a full hour... I was taking every
opportunity to open my legs at least momentarily to let him see
more. He had had a dozen views of my soaked panties. They were
pink... very thin... and soaked as they were, I knew he could
probably see my cunt through them. A series of intense spasms
rippled through my vagina at that thought.
I needed Chris. If this continued for another hour, I knew...
Mark knew what was going to happen. I was going to be fucked!
The thought raced through my sexually excited brain again... I
was going to be fucked... Mark was going to fuck me. And I was
going to cum over and over on his cock and tongue. I couldn't
get my erotic, sensuous thoughts out of my head. I could feel
the secretions bubbling from my hole now.
Again, I looked over at Mark. His dark, sexy eyes were now
locked on my 36DD tits. He had always loved my tits and had
spent countless hours squeezing and sucking them. He knew how
much that turned me on. My huge tits have always been the first
thing men notice about me. They're not only big, they're firm
and they're natural. When I'm excited, like I am at the moment,
my nipples become hard and erect, sticking out almost
three-quarters of an inch. When I'm wearing a tight blouse or
sweater, my hard nipples send out alerts to every man in the area
that I'm hot, wet, and ready. That was signal Mark was getting
from them right now.
Almost without any conscious thought, I pulled my shoulders back
forcing my tits up and out... directly at Mark. He licked his
lips, and when he saw my eyes on him, his hand moved to his hard
erection and stroked it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his
throbbing bulge. As I stared at it, I realized that I was much
more than just wet now; I felt like I was about to have an
orgasm. Without even realizing it, I had spread my legs wide
open so he could see every thing. If he came over and just
touched my cunt, I knew I would cum.
When Mark stood up and walked toward me, I knew I should get up
and leave, but my pussy was pulsing so hard, I couldn't will my
legs to move. Walking behind the couch on which I was sitting,
Mark leaned over me. His lips gently touched my neck causing my
body to shudder.
"No one's looking, Cheryl. Show me your big tits. Pull the
dress down so I can see them. You already have my cock hard.
Make it harder. Show me your tits. Do it now!"
It was ridiculous. My husband might walk in at any time.
Although everyone had gone into the dining room to get food, they
could come back. It was ridiculous... but I knew I was going to
do it. I wanted him to see my big tits!
With a quick look to check to see if Chris or anyone else had
come into the room, I saw that we were alone, at least for a
moment. My hands were shaking as I pulled the bodice of my dress
down below my tits. My cunt began to throb uncontrollably when
Mark hefted them and pinched my nipple.
"Oh shit. They're even more beautiful than I remembered. I
can't wait to get you naked. The upstairs guest bedroom... in
thirty minutes... while everyone is eating and watching the game
on TV. Be there. I'm going to fuck you."
Mark stood and watched me for a moment. Then, he walked
casually away leaving me trembling in orgasm as I hastily pulled
my dress up to cover my tits before my husband caught me.
Looking at my watch, I realized that in 30 minutes I would be
with my ex-boyfriend in the guest bedroom. In 31 minutes, he
would have me naked. In 32, his big cock would be inside my cunt
fucking me with the house filled with guests and my husband right
downstairs. I wished he had said ten minutes. I didn�t know if
I could wait 30 minutes.
As I waited, the time seemed to drag by. I was so hot, so
turned on by Mark's flat statement that he was going to fuck me,
I had another small orgasm while I waited for my lover to sink
his cock into my cunt.
With nothing else to do except throb and simmer in my own
juices, I thought back to how I had come to be such a hot, wild
slut. I knew I was incredibly fortunate to have found a
marvelous husband like Chris who not only understood my
sexuality, he basked in it... absolutely loved it. Nevertheless,
I wanted my sexy stud a little uncertain and excited. So like
many women, I didn't always tell him every thing. Like what was
going to happen a half hour from now. I might tell him... or I
might not.
I looked at my watch and saw I still had 25 minutes to wait.
I was so damn hot! In desperation, I pressed my thighs together
to put some pressure on my excited clit. That was all it took.
Another small orgasm raced through me. As my pussy pulsed, I was
watching some of the men eating in the dining room. I wanted to
tell them to get between my legs and eat me!
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Virginity Lost:
I had lost my virginity on a hiking trip in the woods when I
was 12. Hank was 13, and after we found a bubbling, fast running
stream, which we had not seen before, we took off our shoes and
went wading. While we played and laughed, I pushed Hank over and
he fell into the stream. We were both laughing when he got up
and he pushed me the same way with the same result.
Our clothes were soaked, and Hank suggested that we take them
off and let them dry in the sun while we continued to play in the
stream. We did it, and when we waded back into the stream, both
naked, I noticed that Hank couldn't take his eyes off my budding
breasts or the hairless slit between my thighs. I was just as
curious about his penis. As he looked at mine and I looked at
his, he got hard.
It was so long ago, that I can't recall all the details. I know
that I began playing with his cock. He asked me to stroke it and
somehow, I managed to make him cum. That really shocked me and
turned me on. I ended up lying on our clothes that he had spread
out on the grass with Hank licking my pussy. I think he made me
cum, but I'm not sure. Of course, he got hard again.
He was already between my legs licking me, and with me moaning
about how good it felt, there was no way he wasn't going to fuck
me. He moved forward, lifted my legs, and I very quickly lost my
virginity. I do remember that it didn't hurt much... probably
because Hank was so young and his cock so small. But he was big
enough to bust me open... that I do remember.
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15-year Old Housekeeper:
My first real sexual experiences... the ones that turned me into
a hot slut... started when I was 15. I needed to make some money
for clothes and things, but the child labor laws make it
difficult to find a job at 15. I kept looking and finally saw an
ad in the local paper for a part-time, once-a-week house cleaning
job.
I called the number given, and an older man answered. When I
inquired about the job, he told me that his name was Stuart Nogar
and that he was a bachelor who needed someone to clean his
apartment once a week. I said I was very interested, so he
suggested that I come by that afternoon to discuss it.
When he opened the door to my ring that afternoon, I could see
the shock on his face. He had expected a much older, married
woman trying to make a little extra money. Instead, he was
looking at a 15-year old girl who already had 32B tits, a nice
round ass, long blonde hair (out of a bottle, but he didn't know
that), and an eager smile.
"Hi, I'm Cheryl Lambert. I called you about the house cleaning
job?"
It took Mr. Nogar at least 15 seconds to find his voice.
"Well... yes. But I was expecting an older, married woman.
You're pretty young. I don't know if I can or should hire you.
Can you really do the job? If so, I would still need to check
about child labor laws."
In spite of his protests, I could see his eyes were locked onto
my tits and hips. "I'll do a really good job for you, Mr. Nogar.
I promise. Please... just give me chance. Let me clean your
apartment this afternoon for free and then you can decide if I'm
worth hiring. Ok?"
Even as young as I was, it wasn't a problem to see that he
really wanted to hire me... whether I could clean decently or
not. But he was worried... he said about child labor laws... but
I thought it was more about my being under age. Finally, he
said, "I don't know. What about the child labor laws?"
"Don't hire me... we'll just say, I'm doing you a favor. And
you can leave some money lying around for me to "steal" or give
me a gift every now and then. Ok?"
"That's both very clever and very devious. How old are you
anyway?"
At first, I thought about lying, but somehow, I had the feeling
that Mr. Nogar would be more likely to hire me if I told him the
truth that I was 15 than he would if I said I was 17. "I'm only
15, Mr. Nogar, but please give me chance. I promise you'll be
very satisfied with me."
He pretended to think about it for several minutes, but I knew I
had the job because I could see his cock getting hard from the
bulge it was making in his pants.
"All right. Fair enough. I'll give you chance. You can clean
the place this afternoon, but not for free. That's not fair. As
you suggest, I may be careless and leave some money lying around.
Agreed?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Nogar. Thank you. I really appreciate it. And
you'll be able to see how much I appreciate it by the way I take
care of every thing. Can I ask a couple of questions?"
"Why not? I asked some. Go ahead. What do you want to know?"
"How old are you, Mr. Nogar?"
"I'm 32. Is that a problem?"
"No Sir. Not at all. I was just curious. My other question is
how much money do you think I might find lying around to steal
each week?"
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For the next two months, I arrived every Saturday morning at 9
AM and spent four to five hours cleaning Mr. Nogar's apartment,
fixing him lunch, and doing his week's laundry. Fortunately, all
his clothes were wash and wear so there was no ironing to do.
Each time I cleaned, I found increasing amounts of money
somewhere which I "stole" as per our agreement. The first week,
I found $20 lying on the coffee table. The second week, it was
$25. By the end of two months, I was "finding" $40 to $50. So,
Mr. Nogar was giving me the opportunity to "steal" $9 to $11 per
hour that I worked, which I thought was fair considering that I
not only cleaned his apartment, did the laundry, and fixed his
lunch, I was also providing him with frequent shows of what I
knew he wanted to see.
Starting at the first of my second month, I began to wear short
skirts and lower-cut sweaters that didn't cover all of my tits.
Whenever I did the laundry, I had to bend over to get the clothes
out of the hamper. Naturally, I bent at the waist and took out
only a quarter to a third of the clothes each time so I had to do
it several times. Nogar was always close by watching when I did
the laundry.
Dusting was something else he watched closely. To dust the
bottom of the table and chair legs, I had to bend over or
sometimes get down on all fours with my ass up, and my short
skirt riding high enough that I knew he could see my panties.
When I dusted the tops of the curtain rods and the cobwebs in the
corners of the ceiling, I had to stand on a ladder. Nogar was
always concerned that I might fall and he would be responsible...
so he insisted that he stand at the bottom of the ladder to hold
it steady and catch me if I fell. At least once before I
finished dusting the ceiling, I would be standing on the ladder
with one foot on one rung, the other on the next higher rung, and
Nogar below me looking up between my spread legs. I did wear
panties, of course, but sometimes they were white and almost
transparent.
The longer I worked for him, the more I showed off my body.
Finally, Nogar's cock was hard almost the entire time I was
cleaning his apartment. The best part was that I found that it
was turning me on every bit as much as it did him. When I left,
my panties were always soaked, and ten minutes after I got home,
I would be lying on my bed, panties off, legs spread, rubbing my
clit like crazy. I usually had three of four orgasms thinking
about what I had done.
At the start of the third month, Mr. Nogar handed me a
gift-wrapped box and said, "Go in the bedroom, Cheryl, and open
the box. If you don't like what's in it, just leave it there,
and we'll say no more about it. If you do like it, it's yours
and I would love to see you finish the cleaning while you're
wearing it."
When I opened the box in the bedroom, I found a blue negligee
outfit. The top was a see-through, combination halter with
spaghetti straps and a garter belt. It covered my breasts but
the nipples were easily seen through it. The bottom ended right
above my belly button and had garters attached to hold up the
thigh-high, blue mesh stockings. There was a matching
transparent blue thong.
The only other thing in the box was a pair of platform sandals
with 5-inch heels and adorned with a purple flower.
I had never, ever worn such an outfit, but just looking at it in
the box had my pussy gushing. I knew that I shouldn't...
couldn't wear something like this in front of Mr. Nogar, but at
the same time, I was so excited that I knew I was going to do it.
I put it on, and looked at my reflection in the full-length
mirror. "God," I thought. "I look like a 15-year old whore."
My pussy contracted hard at the thought causing my secretions to
dampen the thong making it even more transparent.
When I came out wearing the outfit, Mr. Nogar got hard as stone
instantly. He couldn't keep from squeezing his cock and moaning.
"Oh my god... you look awesome in that outfit."
"Thank you. I can see that you really like it... a lot!" I
grinned as I stared at the throbbing bulge in his pants. "You're
really hard, aren't you?"
"Oh god YES!"
"MMmmmmm... that turns me on to know that you get hard looking
at me. Is this outfit mine to take with me?"
"Yes.. yes! It's yours. If you're nervous about your mother
seeing it, you can leave it here and pick it up any time you want
to wear it out on a date or something. Then when you come over
on Saturday, you can put it on to do the cleaning."
"Oh good. I can't let Mom see me in something like this. Do
you think I look like a hot whore?"
Mr. Nogar's body began to tremble... actually tremble. "You
look like a dream!" he finally managed to say.
"A wet dream... right?" All he could do was groan.
I did the rest of the work wearing the blue outfit, and Nogar
never took his eyes off of me. In the utility room, I found $100
on the washing machine for me to "steal". From time to time, I
would look at Mr. Nogar. He was always staring at me, and a lot
of the time, he was rubbing his cock through his pants. It was
obvious that he desperately wanted to jack off.
When I finished, I walked into the den, sat on the couch
opposite him, crossed my legs and said, "Well, I'm done for the
day. Before I change back into my regular clothes, is there
anything else you want?"
"Oooohh god... Oooohhh god!" he moaned, his hand moving over
his engorged, throbbing cock.
"Mr. Nogar, you can take it out if you like. I don't mind.
Really I don't. I've never seen a guy jack off and shoot before.
Do it for me... Please."
Nogar had his cock out in a flash. He was rigid as stone. The
head was swollen, pulsing... purple. His rod was cut, about six
inches, and very thick. I was sure I couldn't have gotten my
hand around it... although I had no intention of trying.
At first, he was hesitant. He just stared at my tits and
nipples through the transparent top and slowly squeezed his
organ. It seemed to get even bigger. He was moaning and my
pussy was gushing.
"Go ahead, Mr. Nogar. Jack it... make it shoot. I want to see
it cum."
"Would you... I mean... would you... you know... please."
"You want me to uncross my legs and open them so you can see my
pussy through this tiny transparent thong?"
"AAAaaaaahhhhh! YYEESSSSSSSS!" he gasped.
I did it and spread my legs wide open. He moved closer so he
could see my pussy slit. His hand began to flash rapidly up and
down the length of his shaft. He grunted. I wondered if it hurt
he was grunting and moaning so hard and loud. Then he screamed,
his prick jerked wildly and a huge stream of stuff shot out the
end. I must have gone 5 feet before it fell to the carpet a
couple of feet in front of me. Another huge gush followed, just
a thick and powerful as the first. Before he finally collapsed
into a chair, his chest heaving, and his semi-hard cock now
jerking in uncontrolled spasms, at least 7 or 8 gushes of the
stuff had shot out of his cock. I was amazed! I was also wet,
and I was also about to cum.
I ran into the bedroom, changed clothes, and ran out the front
door. In fact, I ran all the way home and into my bedroom. I
didn't bother to take off my clothes. I just yanked up my skirt,
pulled down my panties, and thrust two fingers deep into my
overheated vagina. I came instantly, juices spurting. I
continued to rub my clit until I had cum four more times.
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The next Saturday, Mr. Nogar already had the blue outfit laying
on the bed when I arrived. I changed into it immediately and
spent four hours cleaning while Nogar watched and jacked off. I
saw him cum twice. He probably shot off more than that, but I
didn't see it. This time there was another $100 on the dresser
top.
When I was done with the cleaning, Nogar was waiting for me in
the same chair he had used the previous Saturday when he had
jacked off while I let him look at me. I took my seat on the
couch in front of him and spread the same way I had the previous
week.
Again he moaned as he jerked his throbbing rod. It wasn't
enough for me. I had an uncontrollable urge to do more. On
impulse, I raised my legs into the air and spread them wide
apart. The position caused the thong to sink into my cunt slit.
"Ooohhh fucking shit!" Nogar howled. "Never ever seen anything
like it!" His hand jacked his cock hard and fast.
Before he shot off, I pulled the crotch of my thong out of my
slit, moved it to one side, and then held my legs high and wide
with my hands. My cunt was completely exposed. "Have you seen a
15-year old cunt before, Mr. Nogar?"
He couldn't answer because his cock was shooting cum all over
the carpet in huge, thick jets. Later, when I was leaving, I
smiled and said, "You need to get someone to clean all that cum
off the carpet, Mr. Nogar."
That afternoon, I masturbated in my room for two solid hours. I
lost track of the number of times I came.
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The following Saturday Mr. Nogar gave me a new gift box with a
new sexy outfit in it. I think I squealed with delight as I
opened the box and saw the hot outfit... white top, white thong,
black, self-supporting, thigh-high stocking, and black pumps with
rhinestones and 5-inch heels. My pussy was slowly contracting
and juices seeping out and running down my thighs as I put it on.
Mr. Nogar followed me the entire time I was cleaning...
continuously stroking his iron-hard erection. He shot off
twice... each time he warned me so I could watch. For the last
two hours I worked, he continued to stroke his cock but didn't
shoot. When I asked him why, he told that he wanted his final
load to be huge.
On top of the TV, I found $150 to steal. While I was doing the
laundry with Nogar watching me, I asked, "Is is all right with
you, Mr. Nogar, If I take off my top. Washing clothes is awfully
hot work." For some reason, I wasn't surprised when he gave me
permission.
To be truthful, I was really trying to make him cum in spite of
his announced plan to save his big load until the end. But, he
managed to hold it back. I thought about taking off my thong,
but I wanted to save that for the end.
When I was finally finished, Nogar was panting and wild to cum.
He could hardly touch his cock with having it almost ejaculate.
Once again, he sat in his chair and waited for my show. I was as
anxious as he was.
When I lowered my thong, I stood sideways so he got a profile
view of my tits and ass. I knew that wasn't what he wanted, so I
took a seat on the couch with my legs together and asked, "Do you
want to see my cunt, Mr. Nogar?"
The instant I said "cunt", he moaned, pressed his thighs
together and doubled over in an effort to suppress his rising
orgasm. I was surprised when he managed to hold it back.
"I'm pretty sure that means 'yes'." Leaning back on the couch,
I spread my legs wide open. My thong was still around one of my
thighs, and I was sure he wasn't going to able to hold it.
But now I didn't want him to cum.
"Don't cum yet, Mr. Nogar. Please."
"Oh god... I can't wait much longer. Please... let me shoot
it."
"I want you to shoot it, Mr. Nogar, but not on the floor like
you usually do." I turned onto all fours, thrust one leg wide to
the side while supporting myself on my other knee. I arched my
ass high in the air and reached back between my gaping thighs and
spread my cunt open with my fingers.
"Come over here, Mr. Nogar. Come over here and shoot it! SHOOT
IT ALL OVER MY ASS! DRENCH ME, MR. NOGAR!"
It wasn't necessary to ask him again. Stepping close, his cock
just exploded. Huge streams of cum splattered all over my butt,
covering both ass cheeks and my crack. It ran down and into my
cunt slit before forming long cum ropes that eventually broke and
fell on the couch. As he shot his load, my fingers strummed my
clitoris. When his third stream pumped over me, my cunt
convulsed in an intense orgasm. The hardest I had ever
experienced in my life. I came again just after he had finished
ejaculating all over me.
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I knew what was coming the following Saturday. I prepared for
it by going to the women's clinic on Monday. On Tuesday, I began
taking birth control pills.
When Saturday came, Nogar had a new white outfit for me with
white top, thong, hose, and heels. Inside the box there was $200
for me to steal.
As soon as I had removed my street clothes and put on the slut
wear, Nogar came in and stretched out on the bed in just his
shorts.
"Forget the cleaning today, Cheryl. I want to spend the time
with you here on this bed. I want to fuck you."
"I'm underage, you know."
"I know. If you tell anyone, I'll end up in jail."
"Why would I tell anyone? If you're in jail, there won't be any
money for me to steal and no one to fuck me."
As soon as I said that, he had me beside the bed pulling down my
thong. I had only had it on a few minutes and now he was taking
it off of me. That was the first time I realized that men love
having a woman wear something sexy... but not for too long. My
top quickly followed my thong to the floor, and Nogar pulled me
onto the bed with him.
"Have you ever had any one give you oral sex, Cheryl?"
"Just once... a long time ago. I don't know much about it."
For the next 30 minutes I got numerous lessons in oral sex... on
my back... on my hands and knees... straddling Mr. Nogar's face
facing his head... straddling his face facing his feet... rolled
up onto my shoulders with my pussy sticking straight up while I
held it open... and finally, in what he called '69' position
where we both sucked.
I couldn't stop screaming. Orgasm after orgasm surged through
my body. My cunt and clit wouldn't stop vibrating... again and
again, he made my juices squirt all over his face and bed. When
he finally stopped, I knew I was going to be a hot slut all my
life... no possible way was I going to give up such pleasure.
Poor Mr. Nogar was panting from his exertion. His tongue must
have been worn to a nub. But I had to have it all. I screamed
at him.
"Get on me! Get in me! FUCK ME, YOU HOT BASTARD. You've been
panting for my cunt for months. Now fuck it like it's supposed
to be fucked. SCREW ME, STUD!"
I got it more ways that I knew existed. On my back with one leg
up on his shoulder... on my back with my knees against my tits...
on all fours... on my side with Nogar behind me... with me on
top facing him, my tits in his mouth... with me on top facing his
feet with his fingers in my ass.
Before I left, I had three monster loads of cum in my cunt and
one in my belly. I had cum dozens of times.
On the way home, I decided that Mr. Nogar was a much better fuck
than Hank had been out in the woods three years previously.
I worked for Mr. Nogar cleaning his house every Saturday for
almost a year. After he had gotten into my pussy that first time
during the third month, he fucked me every Saturday for about
eight months.
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Hot Time at the Mall:
I had a number of odd jobs after working for and under Mr. Nogar
for almost a year, but nothing as lucrative nor as hot. When I
was 18, I got a nice full-time job at one of the up-scale malls
in the area. The job was to provide service at a shop
specializing in clock and watch sales, costume jewelry, and watch
repair. Since I had had no sales experience at the time, I was
pretty certain that I had gotten the job because of the number of
men who stopped by just to look at me. At 5'7", 134 lbs, with a
very nice body topped by 36DD tits, there were a lot of men who
suddenly realized they needed a new watch battery or some jewelry
for their wife.
Naturally, I wore rather sexy, revealing clothes to attract as
many potential customers as possible. That was, after all, the
reason I had the job. I was pretty certain that my employers
were very pleased with the job as I was doing because I know that
sales continued to rise steadily while I worked there. My
typical working "uniform" was a low-cut blouse, short skirt, and
heels. Usually, I wore no stockings with only a thong and a
demi-bra or none underneath.
After working in the mall for about a month, I had gotten one
very nice raise and bonus from my employer, plus and uncountable
number of offers for drinks and dinner after work. Most of
these, I turned down, but occasionally some really sexy hunk
would ask, and I would accept. That didn't happen often, but
when it did, I almost always ended the evening with my pussy
stuffed full of the guy's cock.
One afternoon, I got a call on the shop phone from a woman who
began the conversation with "Are you the blonde girl at the watch
repair desk?"
"Yes. How can I help you?"
"My name is Rhonda Garrison. I work as a consultant for a
modeling agency. Actually, what that means is that I'm a model
recruiter. I was in your shop yesterday. Perhaps you remember
me... a brunette, about 35, short skirt, heels, with a nice body
or so a lot men tell me?"
"Oh yes. I do remember you, Mrs. Garrison. Very well, in fact.
I thought you looked stunning."
"Why, thank you! What a nice thing to say. And please call me
Rhonda, and I'm not married. I do think I look good, but I'm
afraid I'm not in your class. You are just lovely... or as men
would say... drop-dead gorgeous. May I know your name?"
"Sure. I'm Cheryl... Cheryl Lambert. And thank you for the
very nice complement. How can I help you?"
"Well, as I said, I'm a recruiter for a modeling agency.
They're looking for exceptionally beautiful women who might be
interested in making substantial sums of money modeling. I'm
paid to find and hire such young women. As soon as I saw you, I
knew you were absolutely perfect. My employers would kill to
have you as one of their models. I'm calling to see if you are
at all interested. It wouldn't be necessary for you to quit your
present job as the work would be on the weekends and in the
evening. Are you interested in exploring the possibilities?"
"Well, sure, I'm interested. What would I have to do? How much
would it pay?"
"If the agency is interested in you... and I can almost assure
you they will be... you would be posing for photographs in exotic
clothing and sometimes nude. Just posing... nothing more. The
pay is a flat $100 per hour plus a percentage of the income your
photographs produce for the agency. With your looks, I can
assure you that the percentage would be much greater than the
hourly salary. Shall I go on?"
After a slight hesitation, I figured that I had shown my body to
a lot of men already for nothing... why not show it to a camera
for a good salary. To Rhonda, I said, "Yes. Please go on. I'm
definitely interested."
"Great! Now here's the way we start. The agency wants some
visual evidence that you're what they're looking for. So, I'm
going to send a photographer over to the mall right now. You
won't see him. Just go about your job as usual. He will take
some candid photos for my employers who will decide if they want
to explore hiring you further. You'll know by tomorrow
afternoon. Ok?"
"Fine. Doesn't seem like I have anything to lose."
"You don�t, Cheryl. Believe me, you don't. Talk you to later.
Remember, just be yourself and don't worry about the
photographer. You won't even see him."
Later that afternoon, Rhonda called me again. "The photos were
great. I showed them to Mr. Haskel, my boss, and he was very
impressed, to say the least. He's going to show them to the
division director and recommend they explore the possibilities
further. I'll call you in a couple of days when they let me
know."
For the next two days, I was on pins and needles so to speak. I
had never seen anyone with a camera. They must have been well
hidden and used a telephoto lens, I thought. Actually, I thought
it might just all be a joke, but then, true to her word, Rhonda
called again two days later.
"Hi, Cheryl. Great news! Not only was Haskel impressed, so was
his boss, Mr. George. They definitely want to explore things
further. Would you be willing to allow our photographer to take
some more candid photos of you... same way as last time? You
won't even know that the photographer is there so the photos will
be candid rather than posed."
"Sure. As I said, what have I got to lose?"
"Ok. We'll take the photos tomorrow sometime. We would like
for you to come to work in a sexy outfit, low cut blouse, short
skirt, thong or panties but not panty hose... you get the idea.
We'll leave the specifics of your outfit up to you. That will
tell the directors something about your sense of eroticism and
sensuality. I'll call you again in the morning to be certain
every thing is still a go."
After a lot of thought and trying on several different outfits,
I finally settled on an orange sweater and bra combination that
showed off my tits, and a black micro-mini skirt that I was sure
Rhonda and her male bosses would love, a black thong, and a pair
of 4-inch black pumps. I thought I looked hot, and I knew that I
was hot. My thong was already wet before I even got to work.
I had only been at work for an hour when Rhonda called. "Are we
still a go? Are you dressed sexy, Cheryl?"
"Come over and see for yourself," I suggested.
"Maybe later. Right now, I've got to call our roaming
photographer and get him over to the mall. Just go about your
business as before. I'll call you back soon."
A little over an hour later, Rhonda called me again. This time
on my cell whose number I had given her earlier. "Randy, he's
the photographer, says you look incredible and that the photos
are fantastic. He says there aren't many customers present yet
and wants me to ask if you would be up flashing your tits
whenever there are no customers present."
I felt my vagina contract and my clitoris beginning to throb.
Juices gushed into my thong. It was too small to contain all the
liquid which soaked through and ran down my inner thighs. I was
panting but didn't realize it. Rhonda did.
"You sound like the idea really turns you on. It would increase
your value to the agency. Go for it, Honey. I'll call you back
to let you know if Randy got the shots."
I knew it was ridiculous for me to flashing my naked breasts at
work, but I was just too excited... my pussy was gushing far too
much... for me to be able to resist. I had to wait about 20
minutes before there was a period with no customers in the store.
The longer I had to wait, the wetter my pussy and thighs became.
Finally, the store was empty.
I mounted the top of the desk in the store and pulled my orange
sweater and bra down allowing both of my tits to surge out the
top. My nipples were hard and swollen. I found myself turning
so that my tits were facing the front of the store so that Randy
could get a good photo of them. Almost without thinking, my
hands came up and cupped both tits. After hefting them for the
camera's benefit, I squeezed them, then closed my fingers about
my nipples. I was close to an orgasm. The phone rang.
"Randy says your tits are to-die-for, Cheryl. He also said that
he's got a huge hard-on looking at you through his view finder.
"Do I get the job?" I asked in a breathless pant.
"I don't think there's any doubt. Turn around so that your ass
faces the front on the store. Get off the desk and bend over so
that your skirt rides up over your ass. Hurry! Do it so Randy
can get the shot before a customer arrives."
A moment later I was in the position Rhonda had ordered. My
entire ass was exposed. Only the very narrow strip of my panties
concealed my asshole and my pussy from the camera. I had an
almost irresistible urge to pull my panties down so Randy and his
camera could see every thing.
Rhonda was still on the phone. "Randy says he has to stop and
go jack off. You're just too damn hot, Cheryl. Come into the
agency Saturday morning... that's tomorrow... at 10 AM. The
contracts will be ready for signatures. Your first photo shoot
will be at 1 PM. Ok?"
"Oh yessss," I moaned into the phone.
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At 10 AM, Saturday morning, I was in the agency offices of Mr.
Haskel. Rhonda was present as she had recruited me.
"Well, Cheryl, I must tell you that your photos excited all of
us... I'm sure you know what I mean. We would love to have you
work with us. We take photo spreads for men's magazines in which
you would pose in exotic and sexy outfits. If you wish, we also
take nude and full spread shots showing your body, or x-rated
photos and video. If you would like to do that, it can be
arranged. It pays a lot more, but whether you do it or not is
entirely up to you."
"As Rhonda told you, we pay $100 per hour for posing for photos
for men's magazines... soft porn it's called. You also get 15%
of the gross income from the sale of your photos and videos. As
a signing bonus, we'll pay you $300. Now I want to be completely
honest with you... in the event that your photos don't sell,
we'll have to release you from the contract."
"You think they might not sell?" I asked somewhat surprised.
"I think they'll sell like water in the desert. That is, unless
you freeze up during the photo shoots. If you enjoy posing... if
it turns you on, we're all going to make a lot of money. Well...
I've signed the contract already. All you have to do is sign,
pick up your first day's pay of $500... $300 for the bonus and
$200 for the two-hour photo session here starting at 1 PM."
As I was signing the contract, Mr. Haskel asked, "Randy says
you're hot... really hot. He told me that he jerked off twice
looking at your photos. Do you like sex or was that a show?"
I finished signing the contracts and said, "Mr. Haskel, let's
just say that I think you and your agency will be satisfied with
my work."
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A little after 1 PM, I was posing for Randy's camera... this
time in a studio. He had given me a really nice purple dress to
wear with matching bra and panties, but no stockings. Both Haskel
and Rhonda were also present. I thought that Haskel had an
erection, and Rhonda was licking her lips.
Randy took a half dozen shots of me and then had me open the
bodice to expose more of my tits. He took several like that and
then said, "Ok, Cheryl. We need to see your tits now, Honey.
Oh, I meant to ask before... hope you don't mind. At the mall,
you were a blonde. Now, you're a brunette. Which is the real
you?" "
"This is the real me. The blonde comes from a bottle. Both or
just one?" I asked with a seductive smile. This was turning me
on big time. The fact that I was being paid to do what I would
have done for free was a great bonus.
"Both, Honey. Take both of those awesome beauties out."
I pulled the top of my dress open and took out both tits,
cupping them for the benefit of the men... and, judging from the
way Rhonda was now pressing her hand against her pussy, for her
benefit too. Randy took several pics, but wasn't satisfied.
Finally, he got on a small self-supporting ladder so he could
shoot the pic looking down into my cleavage.
For the remainder of the two hours, Randy continued to shoot
what he called "soft porn". There was shots of my legs, some
showing my panties, and more shots of my naked breasts, but that
was about it. After two hours, Randy called a halt, and Haskel
thanked me.
"Is Monday evening at 8 PM satisfactory for your next session,
Cheryl," he asked.
"I agreed, and my first professional modeling session was
history.
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Monday was almost a carbon copy of Saturday's photo shoot. The
outfits Randy had me wear were different, but the nature of the
photos was the same... lots of poses with my breasts exposed,
others showing my legs and thighs, and some with my legs open
letting the camera zoom in on my panties. I left at 10 PM with
another $200 in my purse.
Friday night was more of the same except for one big difference,
I got my first royalty check from the sale of the photos taken on
Saturday. It was for $150 as the photo set sold to a men's
magazine for $1,000. I was both excited to get my first royalty
check and disappointed as I thought the set would bring a higher
price.
"I don't know why, but I thought the set would sell for more
than $1,000," I said to Randy, not really complaining... just
expressing my surprise.
"Oh, it would have except the set was really very soft porn.
None of the photos showed any ass or pussy, and there was no
explicit sex. Actually, for such soft porn, $1,000 is a lot. We
only got that much because you're so incredibly beautiful and
sexy."
I flushed with pleasure over Randy's comment. "Are we going to
take any more pics tonight, Randy?"
"Yeah, unless you're tired and not up to it."
"Oh no. I'm fine. I was just wondering..."
"What?"
"You know."
He laughed and nodded. "You want to go further, Cheryl. Show
more... hotter pics... make more money?"
"Is that permitted? I mean, is it legal?"
"Sure. You're over 18."
"Why haven't you asked me to show my pussy or ass, Randy?"
"Haskel has an unbending rule... we don't ask our models to pose
in ways that make them uncomfortable. When and if one of our
models expresses an interest, then we take more erotic shots. Are
you interested?"
"I think so."
"Good. We'll have more fun and all make more money. I'll talk
to Haskel."
During the second half of the session, Randy took pics with me
wearing just stockings and heels and others with me totally nude.
They were all tasteful, however. When I wasn't wearing panties,
he had me keep my legs together or had me raise my thigh to
conceal my pussy.
The following week, the photo shoot was pretty much the same.
This time my royalty check was for $200 for the set in which I
was naked or wearing only stockings and heels.
When the session was over, I got Randy aside and said, "I want
to go further."
"How far?"
"As far as you and Haskel want."
"Great. I'll call Rhonda. She'll want to be here. This coming
Thursday all right? 8 PM?"
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That night I was wild for sex just from thinking about what
would happen next Thursday. Between 8 to 10 PM, I masturbated
twice... once with my fingers and once with my vibrator. After
my second orgasm, I knew I could keep fingering my pussy all
night, and it wasn't going to provide me what I needed...
wanted... a big, hard cock in my cunt... fucking me... making me
cum.
I was so worked up thinking about what was going to happen the
following Thursday evening, there was no way I could possibly get
to sleep. Even after I had masturbated twice, I was still too
keyed up to sleep. I was also worried about whether I would
freeze up when it was time to show off my body to the camera...
it wouldn't just be my big tits. It was going to be every
thing... my legs, my thighs, my ass, my pussy, my clit... every
thing! I shuddered with mixture of raw excitement and not just a
little fear.
On impulse, I went to my bedroom and stripped naked. Searching
through my closet, I finally selected the sluttiest outfit I
could find. A simple dress with heels... no bra... no panties...
no stockings. The bodice of the dress was low and loose making
it very easy for me to remove my tits.
It was after 11 PM when I backed my SUV out of my drive way and
headed for the interstate. Halfway to the entrance ramp, I
removed both of my tits and drove with them completely exposed.
I also turned on the inside lights of the car so every driver
could see them. Before I got to the interstate, a half dozen
cars had honked at me, flashed their lights, and some turned on
their inside lights so I could see them giving me a big smile and
a "thumbs up" sign.
The entry ramp was backed up and while I waited, I lowered my
dress to my waist and sat naked. The men in the car directly in
front of me spent their time checking out my big tits.
Once I had entered the freeway, the big rigs began to pass me.
Everyone slowed down to stay abreast of me... sounding their
horns in appreciation. My cunt was a morass. If I hadn't been
sitting on my dress, I would have had to have the seats cleaned.
Truck after truck slowed and drove along side of me... honking
and signaling for me to show them more. I ignored the fact that
the seats would be soiled and lifted my hips so I could pull my
dress up around my waist. This one sexy looking trucker drove
along side of me for miles as I held my cunt open with one hand
and drove with the other one.
My entire body was a mass of lust and desire... so much so I
couldn't stand it. Speeding up, I pulled ahead of the trucker,
turned on my turn signals, and pulled into a rest stop. I
selected a spot in a wooded alcove, parked the van, and quickly
removed my dress. Then, with the interior lights still on, I
waited with my hands behind my back and my tits thrust forward.
I was breathing so hard, I felt faint. I breathed even harder
when I saw the semi pulling into the rest stop right behind me.
The guy who got out looked to be about 30, rugged looking, nice
build, and dark hair. He came alongside of my window, tapped,
and I lowered the window. He didn't bother with small talk.
"Is the back unlocked?" I nodded.
"Good. Get in the back. On your back."
As I scrambled over the seat, he had already opened the back of
the van and stowed the seats. He was taking off his clothes as I
stretched out on my back with my legs open enough for him to see
my wet cunt.
He was in no hurry. He spent a moment checking out my tits,
legs, and pussy. Then he handed me a condom and said, "Put it on
my cock, Honey."
He had a nice 7-inch dick that throbbed as I rolled the sheathe
down its length. Once it was in place, I lay back, raised my
knees, and opened my legs wide.
"Man... You are one hot, sexy woman. I must have done something
really good today to be this lucky!" My pussy throbbed in
appreciation of his comment.
I thought he would fuck me immediately, but I had lucked out
too. This guy was a lover. He spent at least 10 minutes licking
and working on my swollen, erect clitoris making me groan with
delight and cum twice. As my second orgasm surged through my
pussy making it contract and throb, he quickly mounted me, his
thighs forcing mine high and wide, and whispered, "Put my cock
into your cunt, Honey."
Reaching between our bodies, I found his iron-hard shaft just
two inches away from my opening. I centered the head, arched my
ass, and worked it into the folds of my eager cunt.
"It's in, Stud. Give it to me!"
"I intend to!"
"AAAaaaahhhhhhhhh," came my hissing moan of satisfaction as he
split me open and drove into me forcing my pussy to spread to
accommodate his thick shaft.
"UGH! UGH! UGH!" came his answering masculine grunts of pleasure
as my vagina pulsed and contracted about his cock.
He began fucking me with slow, hard thrusts... each one driving
to the bottom of my love hole and thudding against my womb.
"OW! OW! OW!"
"Hurt?"
"A little."
"Want me to stop or give it to you easier?"
"NO! You stop and I'll cut it off. It's supposed to hurt a
little at first. Fuck me hard, Mister."
He hammered his rod in and out of my cunt ... picking up the
tempo and the power as he fucked me. My moans turned to loud
groans and then to shrieks of intense pleasure.
"Ohhhh you're making me cum, you hot Stud. Fuck it... fuck me
harder!"
His hands shoved beneath my ass to lift me into optimum
position. The cock slammed into my cervix hard. I came again.
Then, his finger entered my ass and screwed inward as his cock
pulled out. My mouth was wide open... tongue out ... eyes
clenched shut as another orgasm ripped through my vagina.
"Hot fuck bitch," the man grunted as he plowed in and out of me.
"Gonna cum. You want it in the rubber or in your mouth?"
"Shoot it any place you want, Baby... just SHOOT IT!"
As I drove home, I could still taste the semi-sweet, salty
flavor of his big load that was now in my belly.
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On Thursday, Randy didn't waste any time in preliminaries. He
handed me a red dress and heels, nothing else. After a couple of
shots with me posing in the dress, bent over with my tits almost
falling out, and several more from behind with my thighs exposed,
he told me to take out both of my tits. It was more erotic and
hot than it would have been if I had been naked.
"Oh Fuck! What a pair of tits you've got, Cheryl."
"Making you hard, Honey?"
"Can't you tell?"
"Easily... I just enjoy hearing a man telling me that I've got
his cock hard."
"You fucking have mine hard," Haskel said from across the room.
"And mine," Randy added.
Randy called a break to allow me to change into a black and
white skirt, a black thong, and heels. He started the second set
with me facing the camera, both tits out.
"Great... just great. Now turn around, Cheryl. Let's see the
hot ass. Bend over a little. Good. Now turn your shoulders
just enough so we can see the side of your big tit. Bend over a
little more... ass up. Now lower the skirt. Great!"
"Now, lose the skirt completely. Get on the couch and bend
over, Cheryl. I want those big tits hanging and swinging. Pull
the thong down around your thighs, Honey, so we can see your hot
cunt... Yeah. Like that. Now arch that hot ass, Honey. AAHH...
shit. You are all sex, Baby."
"Ok. Get rid of the thong. Now sit on the couch, Honey. Show
your hot pussy, Cheryl. You know how men want to see it. Spread
wide, Honey. Hold it open. Lean forward a little so your tits
hang. Oh fuck!"
My cunt gushed as Randy was squeezing and stroking his cock.
Looking over, I saw that Haskel had his out with Rhonda stroking
it. Her dress was up to her hips.
"Fucking fantastic! Now lean back a little and pull the hood of
your clit back so we can see your hot pussy and your clit. Keep
those legs wide open, Baby. Show the cunt and clit to the
camera." Randy unzipped and stroked his cock. "Just looking at
you is almost enough to make me shoot off, Cheryl."
"Well, don't do that, Randy. That's not where a man is supposed
to put his load." I heard both men groan at that comment, and
Rhonda now had her hand inside her panties.
"Ok. We need a lot more shots of you naked from all angles,
Honey. Showing every thing... big tits, ass, cunt, legs... every
thing."
I sat down on the couch, naked, and waited. Randy took several
more shots with me on all fours from the back... then from the
side, and finally, from the front. He had me lie on my side,
legs closed. Then, several more shots were taken with one knee
steepled, and finally, another half dozen with one leg up in the
air. Both men had their cocks out now and Rhonda's panties were
on the floor. I wondered why Haskel didn't fuck the sexy
brunette.
"Last shots, Cheryl, and we're done. On your back leaning back
against the couch... legs up and spread wide, and use your
fingers to spread your cunt, Baby. You know the position...
female fucking position... hot and ready for cock."
As soon as I was in the position Randy had ordered, I heard
Haskel moan. "Jezzz! Look at her cunt, Randy! It's leaking
like a faucet... the juices are just pouring out of her hot hole.
Get some shots of that... and hurry up, I can't hold this load
much longer."
Following orders, Randy took a dozen more pics and then said,
"That's it. That's a wrap."
It may have been a wrap for Randy, but for Haskel, it was the
starting gun. He had already stripped and the instant Randy
finished, he was on me... jacking my leg up onto his shoulder
while Rhonda moved closer so she could watch Haskel's cock
nailing my cunt.
"Uunnngghhh... aahhhh shit! Her cunt's a fucking swamp... and
god... tight."
"Stop talking and fuck me, Mr. Haskel. Hard! Please! I'm
already about to cum. Fuck me hard and make me cum!"
He slammed it in and my pussy exploded around his cock.
"Uuugghhh... I'm cumming! oooohhhh... I'M CUMMING!"
"Jezzz... the hot bitch is already cumming!"
The feel of my contracting vagina about his rod was more than
Haskel could stand. I felt him expanding inside me. His strokes
shortened... hard.. driving jabs against my womb. The cock began
to jerk and throb in my cunt... juices spurted out... some of
mine and some of his load as he emptied himself into me.
Once he was finished, Haskel rolled off me onto his back where
he lay panting, his chest heaving from the exertion. I didn't
have time for such luxuries, however, as Randy was all over me.
I felt him turning me onto all four and boosting my ass high.
The next thing I knew, another cock was sinking into my
cum-filled pussy and fucking me much harder than Haskel had.
Randy was so turned on by taking hot photos of me for hours, he
was like a machine, hammering his cock furiously in and out of my
pussy. I came almost instantly. Then, I came again.
He rolled us over until I was riding him... pounding my cunt up
and down on his sex spike. Rhonda got between my thighs and
licked my clit as Randy began to cum. I was right behind him,
and from the way Rhonda was squealing, so was she.
That night, I went home with Rhonda for first of many nights.
That first night, we were both insatiable. She would lick my
pussy until I couldn't cum any more. Then, I would push her onto
her back do her until she was howling and begging me to stop.
We did stop for a bite to eat before she got out her big,
double-headed dildo. It was wildly erotic having our legs
sissored together with half of the big dong in her cunt and the
other half in mine. We held hands and pulled our pussies hard
against one another, grinding our slits and clits with that huge
dildo working inside us. We both had orgasm after orgasm until
we were totally exhausted.
It was almost midnight when Rhonda told me to get on the bed and
wait... that she had a surprise for me. She came in wearing a
strap-on with a very thick dildo sticking out from her pussy.
She got on the bed on her back and said, "Mount it, you hot, sexy
Bitch!" I couldn't do it fast enough. As wet as I was from all
the sex, Rhonda plunged the thick shaft deep inside my pussy as
soon as I had it centered at my opening. She fucked me through
several climaxes before we switched.
When I had the strap-on around my hips, I mounted Rhonda who
couldn't keep her ass still she was so anxious. "Be still, Slut,
so I can fuck you!" She did stop humping her ass, but I could
still feel her trembling as I fitted the big prick into her eager
hole. She groaned as I pushed it in and began fucking her. She
came several times and I even got off on the hot thought that I
was fucking her the way a man fucks.
The photo sessions continued for over four months before we had
taken so many sets that the market was saturated. Before it
ended, Haskel and Randy had both fucked me 40 or 50 times. Even
Mr. George started coming by the join the fun. In the evenings,
Rhonda and I would play in her bed.
After two months, Haskel told me that one of their biggest
clients was so taken with my photos that he wanted to take me
Vegas for a long weekend, but he liked brunettes. Since I was a
natural brunette, that was a simple problem. Haskel also
instructed me to always wear stockings, garters, and heels, but
no panties as that was a big fetish with Lennard.
When he came by my apartment to pick me up for the Vegas trip,
the first thing he did was make me sit on the table, pull up my
dress and show him that I was wearing stockings, garters, but no
panties. I spread wide open without being told. He loved that
so much, he fucked me right there on the table. We were almost
late getting to the airport.
Mr. Brian Lennard and I flew to Vegas early Friday morning and
didn't return until the following Monday. He paid for every
thing, of course, and the next time I got my royalty and salary
check from Haskel, there was an extra $2,000 in it. I was
stunned as I thought the weekend was just for fun.
Thinking back, I figured Brian had gotten more than his money's
worth. From Friday until Monday, he screwed me about 20 times
and had me 24 hours a day for three days. He particularly liked
just shoving me onto my back at odd moments, totally unannounced,
and fucking his thick cock into my cunt.
When it was all over, I had made about $12,000 and had had an
incredibly good time doing it. But now I needed another job as
I had no interest in returning to the mall as a sales clerk.
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Executive Secretary:
After spending several weeks checking out the want ads, I found
one seeking to hire a secretary for a construction company. They
called the position "executive secretary". If that meant
anything, I knew I wouldn't qualify, but sometimes those things
are just added to the ad to make the job appear to be more
attractive.
I called and made an appointment to see Mr. Max Morino. I
thought his name made him sound a little like a Mafioso. When I
entered his office, he looked the part of a mafia hit man. Max
was in his late 30s or early 40s, obviously Italian, 5'11", a
powerful looking man, good looking in a rough sort of way. I
couldn't help but get a little excited. The fact that he made my
pussy throb made me really uneasy.
Mr. Morino motioned me to take a seat without even looking up
from the application form I had submitted. Sitting down, I
leaned forward so as conceal my breasts as much as possible. I
wanted to get the job on my own merits, not because I had big
tits.
"Says here that you've done housekeeping, worked as a sales
clerk in a mall, graduated high school, and your last job was as
a model. No secretarial experience. Is that right?"
"Yes sir."
"Then why the fuck should I hire you?" At that point he looked
up from my application. His eyes locked onto my thrusting tits,
and then moved downward to take in my legs. Finally, he looked
upward and stared at my face. It both embarrassed and excited
me, but there was no way I could conceal my large breasts. I
could feel my face flushing red.
"My god... you're fucking gorgeous!
"So I've been told. Thank you."
"Jezzz how big are those cioccie?"
"What?" I asked not understanding.
"Your tits. How big are they?"
"36DD. But you shouldn't be asking me things like that. I
think I can really do a good job for you, Mr. Morino. I want to
get the job, but not because I'm pretty. Do I have a chance?"
"You have to keep books... make out the payroll checks and
deliver them to the guys on the job wearing something hot... they
like that. Can you learn to do all that?"
"Easily. I'll wear whatever you want me to, but I'm more
interested in learning to do the job well for you than in turning
on your employees. Do I get the job?"
"Maybe... Lemme see'em."
"My big cioccie, you mean?"
"Yeah... your big tits."
Mr. Morino, as much as I want this job, I'm not going to put on
a strip show for you to get it."
"Ok. I understand. Sorry, but I can't use you. I'd be taking
an incredible chance with you having no secretarial experience.
I figured with a body like you've got, I could afford to take a
chance. But it doesn't look like that's going to work out. So,
I wish you the best of luck in finding a good job, Cheryl. By
the way, this job pays $500 a week to start if that's any
consideration for you."
"Please, Mr. Morino. I really need the job. I'm sure that
within a week or two, I'll be able to do better than anyone else
you could possibly find."
"I think what you say is possible, but it's not guaranteed.
With you unwilling to use all the assets you have, I can't afford
to take a chance. This is a huge operation, and my ... eh...
my... eh... partners don't have a great deal of patience or
tolerance for failure, if you catch my drift. The matter is
closed, Cheryl. I'm sorry."
When I walked out Morino's office I was distraught, sad, angry,
and about to cry. I had been looking for weeks tryng to find a
job other than as a waitress, and I was so close to getting a
really nice, responsible job. It was really hard to take.
At first, I was furious with Morino... just another male,
chauvanist pig! As I walked to a nearby cafe to get a sweet roll
and a cup of coffee to drown my sorrows, I was cursing the
bastard all the way.
Later, however, as I sipped the coffee, I began to think about
Morino's position and reconsidered his situation and mine. I
just instinctively knew that he really wanted to give me a chance
and hire me, but he was in bind. He might very well be mafia or
something like that and have partners who wouldn't be interested
in why he had hired an unqualified dumb woman to keep the
company's books if I should foul things up. He needed to hedge
his bet by having me use all my "assets" just as much as I needed
the job.
If I thought with my brain instead of with my emotions, it made
sense. I had just spent over four months posing for hot,
pornography and having sex with Randy and Haskel at nearly every
photo shoot and then engaging in wild lesbian sex with Rhonda
almost every night. Morino just wanted me willing to use my
assets, and I had froze him out. Of course, I knew he wanted to
fuck me. He was a man. That was understood.
When I had finished the coffee and the sweet roll, I walked back
to Morino's office. There was no secretary on duty, of course,
so I knocked on his door softly. His gruff voice answered
immediately. "Yeah? Don't just stand there wearing out the
floor. Come in!"
Morino looked up, obviously both surprised and pleased to see me
again. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped with it half
open when I reached up and pulled my top down below my tits and
let them surge out. I even put my arm under them to lift them
toward Mr. Morino so he could get a really good look. "Like
them? Do I get the job?"
"Dio... you are one sexy fighetta ... that means 'hot chick'.
How about the legs? I kept trying to see them before, but you
kept them pressed together like you was guarding Fort Knox."
"All right, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't be so
gruff. At least leave me a little dignity."
Morino now surprised me... no, he shocked me. "You're right.
I'm just used to dealing with some pretty rough customers. I'm
sorry. That was uncalled for. You can forget showing me your
legs. You are so beautiful, I just wanted to see them. You've
got the job anyway."
Now it was my turn to surprise Morino. "I want you to see them.
It excites me to show them off." With that announcement, I sat
down on the edge of a table, pulled up my skirt, stretched my
legs out and opened them wide enough for Morino to see my
panties. I held the pose, smiled, and said softly, "I really
hope you like them."
Are you also a stracciamanici? A nympho?"
"Some guys think so. I don't."
"Ok. Just askinig. Can't blame a guy for trying. Your
sorca... any chance that I could see it."
"Sorca? I'm sorry. What's that?"
"You don't know any Italian at all do you? Pity. Sorca is
Italian for pussy ... kapish? I'd love to see yours."
"No. I'm sorry, but that's going too far... too fast. Please
don't be insulted, Mr. Morino."
"I'm not... not at all, but I gotta give you fair warning. I
don't give up easily."
"Good. I like men who don't give up."
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Max had left me so horny, I ended up masturbating three times
before I could get to sleep that night. Twice, I used my fingers
on my throbbing clit. The last time, I used the electric
vibrator and ended up screaming and gushing all over the sheets.
I had to change them before I could get to sleep.
On my first day at work, I wore a conservative, but attractive
dress and tight blouse. It didn't show a lot of cleavage, but it
was obvious from a block away that I had very large breasts. Max
was great. He took three hours showing me every detail about the
books, how they had to kept and cross referenced. In fact, I had
to keep two sets of books, and the second set didn't exactly
match the first set. I asked no questions, which pleased Max
enormously. He was the perfect gentlemen all day.
We followed the same routine for a week. By the end of that
time, Max told me I was doing the job better than anyone had done
it before, and he was glad I had returned and taken the job.
"Well, so am I, but I had to show you my tits and legs to get
the job."
He grinned and then turned serious. "I know, and I loved every
second of it. You gotta know I'm dying to see them again and
more." With that he turned and walked back into his office
leaving me breathing hard and with a damp pussy.
When the second week started, Max had me deliver the payroll
checks. He had warned me about the guys on the construction site
hitting on me. I told him any woman over the age of 15 is used
to that.
Well, it turned out to be considerably more than I was used to.
The young, well-built men hit on me every time I got close. They
made no secret of exactly what they wanted to do with me and to
me... as often as possible. They didn't touch, but their intense
desire and words had my sex flowing freely by the time the checks
had all been delivered.
By the end of the second week, Max began asking me out. I
turned him down, but he didn't give up. His next approach was to
ask me to wear something hot and sexy to work. As he put it, if
I refused to date him, at least he could have the pleasure of
looking at me.
He kept that up for a week with no success. With each
rejection, my boss got less and less enthusiastic and more and
more dejected. By the middle of third week, he seemed to almost
hate coming to work. When I asked him what the problem was, he
was very candid. "Simple. Every time I look at you, I'm
reminded of your beauty and how much I want you... and I'm also
reminded that I'm not sufficiently attractive or sexy enough to
interest you. It's very hard to take. But it's my problem. Not
yours. Don't worry about it."
I did worry about it... a lot. The fact was that I had gotten
wet the very first time I had laid eyes on Morino. He excited
me, turned me on... big time. I realized that I was turning him
down just so I could tell myself that I had succeeded on my
abilities as a secretary. I hadn't even considered his feelings
at all.
On my next day at work, I wore a skin-tight black top and
matching skin-tight pants. My nipples poked out a half inch, and
the top molded every curve of my tits. The pants were so tight
it looked as if they were painted on. If I had had a full bush,
it would have been obvious.
I got an immediate response from Max. He took one look at my
big tits and hot ass in the tight outfit, and said, "Damn...What
a porca! Does that outfit mean what I hope it means?"
"It does. I'm sorry for being such a bitch for the last four
weeks. That's over. I know you like my tits. They make you
hard, Mr. Morino?" I moved closer and caressed his rapidly
hardening cock. "Mmmmmmm.... seems like you have a problem. My
mouth can take care of that, Boss. Should I?"
I got an immediate response from Max. He took one look at my
big tits and hot ass in the tight outfit, and said, "Damn...What
a porca! Come on, Baby. bocchino... suck, that is." He pulled
out 8 inches that was half hard and waited. Take out those big
cioccie, Cheryl. Lemme see them while you suck."
I knelt in front of him and took 5 inches into my mouth. "Oohhh
what a hot hole... suck it, Cheryl. Get me good and hard for
your sorca."
He held the back of my head and pushed. I tilted my head back
and let the big head sink into my throat. Once it was in, Max
easily pushed the rest of his rod down my throat. As he fucked
my mouth, he put his hand on my throat so he could feel his cock
sliding back and forth as he pumped me. I tried to get my hand
inside my pants so I could finger my pussy, but the damn pants
were too tight. Max laughed as I struggled.
"Enough!" he moaned. "Man, can you ever suck cock. Fantastic.
Next time, I'll shoot in your hot mouth, but right now, I want
your cunt, Cheryl."
I didn't waste any time... in fact, I could hardly wait to show
this gruff, sexy man my sorca. With some difficulty, I got my
tight pants off, stripped off my sodden panties, and opened my
legs. "Is this what you want, Mr. Morino?"
"Let me check." He came close and looked straight into my
pulsing vagina.
Morino then moved up between my legs and slowly slipped one...
then two fingers into my cunt. "Mmmm... You're wet... damn wet.
You're hot now aren't you?"
"Of course, I'm hot. You're finger fucking me."
"You gotta big hard clit too." He stroked it gently. This big
gruff man knew exactly how to stroke a clitoris to bring a woman
right to the edge quickly. I couldn't keep my ass from humping
against his hand.
"You're about to cum... I can feel your sorca throbbing, Cheryl.
Go ahead, Porca. Cum."
"Oooohh ooohhh... what's ... aaaahhh... god... what's a ...
ummmmmmmm... what's a porca? UUnnggh.. uunnghh!"
"A porca is Italian for 'slut'. Cum, Slut."
I did... hard. When he felt my cunt throbbing he said, "Bend
over the desk."
"A couple of your crew are waiting in the outer office."
"So what. Let'em wait. Bend over the desk."
As I bent over, I said, "They'll hear us, Honey. I won't be
able to keep quiet when that huge cock of yours goes in."
"So what... so they hear us. They know I'm gonna be fucking you
all the time anyway."
He pushed my head against the desk top, and I raised up on tip
toes to get my hole in position. I started moaning as soon as he
swabbed the big cock head up and down my sex trench to get it
lubed and ready. As he did it, I was thrusting my ass back at
him trying to get it in me.
"Hot Bitch," he grunted as he entered me.
"AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhh... oohhhh shit... you're big. Fuck me with
that thing, Max. Fuck Me!"
Max's grunts and my shrill female wails filled the office. I
later found out that both of the construction foremen opened the
door and watched their boss fucking his hot secretary.
I came twice before Max unloaded inside me. His cock flexed
hard and then began jerking wildly deep inside my cunt. Again
and again, I felt it contract and pump as he shot volley after
volley of hot, thick cum into me. I didn't count but he must
have pumped 10 jets of sperm and semen into me.
When he finally pulled his still twitching his cock out of my
dilated and well-fucked pussy, I moaned, "My god, Max. How long
has it been since you fucked a woman. Your balls were loaded!"
"Been a couple of weeks, Babe. Don't think I'll be going that
long for awhile," he said grinning.
"I hope not."
Max got dressed rapidly. "Come on, Cheryl. You gotta make out
the payroll checks and get them over to the guys."
"Ok. I need to clean up first though."
"Forget that, Honey. Just pull up those hot pants and get to
work."
"I'm going to smell like sex all day, " I protested.
"That's the idea. Turn the guys on. Give them a treat."
"They may stop work and rape me."
"No way. Never gonna happen."
"No way?? Do you only hire gay guys?"
"Hell no... them guys is all studs, Baby. Some of'em have cocks
of your dreams."
"So what makes you so sure, I won't get raped if I go over there
smelling like sex?"
"No way to rape you, Cheryl. You like cock too much. Fuck
you... Yes! Rape you... No way! Now get your ass in gear and
make out them checks."
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I did get felt up a half dozen times... my ass, my tits, my
legs. Every time I handed a guy his pay check, he took the check
with one hand and rubbed my tits, ass, or cunt with the other
one.
At one point, three of the guys were on break when I delivered
their checks. I ended up with my tits out, one hand on my ass,
and another between my thighs rubbing my drenched pussy. I was
certain that they were going to all fuck me, but the foreman
interrupted the proceedings.
"Max isn't paying you guys to fuck his secretary. Get your
asses back to work. Reluctantly, the men went back to work, but
Luchia stayed and admired my tits, which were still exposed.
"Lady, you are built. Fantastic! You know those guys would
have fucked you if I hadn't sent them back to work."
"I know. You gonna finish the job for them?"
He looked at my swollen nipples and said, "Follow me."
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I worked for Max for not quite six months. During that time,
every guy working on the construction crew hit on me multiple
times. They were never pushy or overbearing... just guys trying
to get into a sexy looking woman and hoping to get lucky. The
fact that occasionally someone would get lucky kept them trying
for the entire time I worked for Max.
Flavio was a short, stocky, powerful-looking Italian guy with
tats on both arms, around his left thigh, and of all places,
right above his cock where his pubic hair would have been if he
didn't have it shaved. He wasn't handsome by anyone's
definition, but he was definitely sexy. He was by far the most
persistent of all the construction crew, which was probably the
reason he was the most successful.
He was not only sexy, he was also inventive and aggressive in
the way women like... not rough or pushy... but a guy who keeps
trying until he gets you so damn hot you can't say 'no' any
longer.
The first time, he got into me wasn't even a work day. It was a
Saturday morning. I had just gotten dressed to go shopping at
the mall when Flavio showed up at my door.
"I was just leaving to go shopping, Flavio. I'm sorry. Maybe
we can chat another time."
"The mall shops aren't going any where, Cheryl. Come on... cut
a guy a little slack... invite me in for a cup of coffee."
"Maybe another time. I really want to get to the mall before
all the good things are sale are gone."
"There's always lots of sales, Cheryl. Just one cup of coffee
and I'll leave whenever you tell me to leave... I promise,"
Flavio said with his usual sexy smile.
See what I mean about being persistent while still being polite
and sexy. "Ok. Just one cup of coffee and then you'll leave...
right?"
"You got my word, Cheryl. I'll leave as soon as you tell me to
leave."
All the time I was getting the coffee, Flavio kept his eyes on
my chest, my legs, and my ass. When I reached up high to get the
coffee cups, I could feel his eyes devouring every inch of my
ass. He had a way of looking at a woman that made her feel like
he could see right through her clothes.
As I brought the coffee pot to the table, he said in a low
whisper, "God. You look incredible! I've never... ever... seen
a woman as sensuous and sexy looking as you." When I poured us
each a cup, his eyes bored into my cleavage. I could feel my
flush of pleasure rising. I could also feel the dampness between
my thighs increasing.
Flavio took one swallow of the coffee and pushed his chair back
from the table. "I haven't even touched you, and I'm already
hard as stone just having you sitting this close to me."
There might be some women somewhere on the planet who could hear
a man say that and not bother to look at his crotch to see the
bulge of his erection, but I'm not one of them. My eyes were
drawn to his crotch like a moth is drawn to the light. His
erection was obvious... big... hard. I could even see it
throbbing as his pants moved over it.
"Would you like to feel it, Cheryl?" he asked softly. It got
even bigger. The dampness between my thighs became a steady
flow. I had to do something to tear my eyes away from his huge
organ or I knew I would be a goner.
"I need some cream for my coffee. How about you, Flavio?" I
didn't bother waiting for answer, but moved quickly to the
fridge... anything to take my eyes off that pulsing shaft between
his legs.
With most men, I would have escaped, as they would have given up
and just waited for me to return with the cream. By that time
the spell would be broken, and they would end up leaving with
their hard-on unsatisfied. Flavio wasn't one of those men. He
knew I was excited. He was sensitive enough to women that he
could probably smell the sexual aroma emanating from my cunt.
I did manage to reach the fridge. That was as far as I got
before he was behind me, his hands circling my body, searching
out and finding my large tits... cupping and squeezing them as
his fingers sought out my swollen nipples.
Naturally, I resisted a little, but not too much. He was
prepared for my token resistance by quickly opening my blouse and
extracting both of my tits. Once he had them out, his fingers
caressing and pulling on my large nipples, it was over. I knew
it... and he knew it.
As my initial moans in response to his handling of my tits
filled the room, I gasped even louder when I felt my skirt being
pulled up over my hips.
"Lean forward, Cheryl. Put your hands on the fridge."
The words turned the flow from my pussy into a river. Flavio
pulled my panties down around my thighs, and my cunt began to
throb with anticipation. All of this took the hot stud less than
a minute. He had my blouse open, both of my tits out and hanging
down as I leaned against the fridge. My skirt was up around my
waist, and my panties were down around my thighs.
"I'm done with the coffee, Cheryl. Want me to leave?" he asked
as his fingers played a magical tune on my engorged clitoris. My
hips were thrusting wildly back and forth in response. He
repeated his hot question: "Want me to leave?"
"Ooohhhhhh you hot Bastard. No! I don't want you to leave. I
want you to come!"
"Your wish is my command, Honey. Spread your legs as wide as
you can."
I obeyed and immediately felt his cock pressing against my
pussy. The sexy stud had somehow already gotten his pants and
shorts down and was ready to give me what I wanted. Arching my
ass, I got it... deep and hard.
"AAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh... yesss," I hissed in hot female passion.
"Give it to me, Flavio. Fuck me!"
The thick cock thudded into me again and again, as I held onto
the fridge to keep from falling. Now that he had his raging cock
buried deep inside my cunt, Flavio didn't need finesse and
charm... he had every thing he needed... my hot cunt... and he
drilled me with hard, powerful strokes that thudded into the
bottom of my cunt with masculine authority. I howled as I came
for the first time, my pussy contracting hard on his pumping
shaft.
Holding onto my tits for support, the cock powered into me again
and again. The friction on my clit was intense. Love making had
nothing to do with what Flavio was giving me. It was pure, hard
fucking by a horny male plowing a hot cunt.
"OOOhhhhh shit... cumminggg... I'm cumming again. Aaaaahhhh!!"
Flavio wrapped his powerful arms about me and carried me to the
butcher block. His cock never left my cunt until he put me on my
back... a hot piece of female meat ready to be carved up by a
male knife that sliced into me to my core.
"Uuunnggghhhh... ooohh fuck it... fuck it... fuck it!" I groaned
as his cock nailed my ass to the block.
Flavio's cup of coffee lasted an hour. Before he left, I had
cum five times and had two loads of his sperm and semen pooled
deep inside my vagina. Like the gentleman he was, when he pulled
his cock from my pussy after shooting in his second load, he put
my tits back into my bra and blouse, pulled my panties back up my
legs and over my ass, helped me off the butcher block, and pulled
my skirt down. Then he kissed me and said, "That was easily the
best cup of coffee I've ever had."
I spent that morning shopping at the mall with Flavio's cum
slowly seeping out of my stretched pussy and running down my
thighs. Before I quit my job with Max, Flavio had made many
similar deposits.
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The job ended as a result of a business trip to Miami. It was
some kind of meeting with the owners of the construction company.
Max wanted me to come with him and I saw no reason not to
accept. Obviously, he wanted me along primarily to have my pussy
available, but he was banging me regularly anyway, and I thought
the vacation to Miami would be fun.
We left on Thursday and returned on Monday morning. During the
four days we spent in Miami, we went deep sea fishing, took in
several night clubs, went to a hot strip show where Max got me to
enter an amateur contest which I won, and ate in some fantastic
restaurants. That part of the trip was even better than I
thought it would be.
A lot of the time, Max's associates were with us. They were all
Italians, and all were very charming. A couple of them were sexy
and hot.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten to refill my container of birth
control pills so when I opened it to take my pill Friday morning,
there was only one left. With no prescription, I couldn't get it
a refill so my pussy was left unprotected.
When I told Max my problem and said he would have to pull out
before he came, use my ass, or let me suck him off, his cock got
hard as stone immediately. He had me in bed fucking me like a
wild man five minutes after I had told him that he would be
screwing an unprotected pussy for the rest of the weekend.
Nobody had to tell me that this Italian stud wasn't going to pull
out... just the opposite... he couldn't wait to blow his huge
load up my unprotected cunt.
When I felt him beginning to hit into me with hard, short
strokes as his cock expanded and jerked inside me, I knew he was
about to cum. I tried once more. "Please, Max. Don't cum in
me. Pull out, Honey, and let me suck it or use my ass."
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Italian guys... aaaahhhh fuckkkk... Italian
guys don't pull out of women... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! We cum in'em! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Shit! Almost there, Cheryl... get ready, HERE IT
CUMS!!"
I struggled but Max was too powerful, too strong, and far, far
too hot to let me get away. Holding my legs high and wide, he
kept my pussy in place as he hammered hard, deep thrusts into the
bottom of my vagina. I felt his cock jerk and contract as he
fired a huge volley of cum into me. A moment later, his prick
contracted again sending a second gush of semen and sperm up
against my womb.
Max's cock contracted and ejaculated six or seven times before he
had emptied his balls.
After that, he couldn't get enough of my hot body and
unprotected pussy, and every time he screwed me that weekend, he
filled me with another huge cum load. Although I thought I might
still be several days away from my fertile period, it really
pissed me off that he wouldn't pull out when he fucked me. In
fact, he was pumping as much cum as he could muster into me
trying to knock me up.
The night before we left, when I was even closer to my fertile
period, was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.
Max invited all his associates to our suite for a party. There
were six guys plus Max and only one guy brought along another
woman. So the two of us ended up being the entertainment for the
party. The last man didn't leave until almost 3 AM.
To be fair to Max, when the party was getting started after
dinner around 9 PM, I didn't utter one peep of protest. As soon
as Marzio entered our suite with another one of Max's friends, I
nearly had an orgasm just looking at him.
At 6'2", 190 lbs of what looked like solid, powerful muscle,
long, wavy black hair, thick eyebrows above penetrating dark
eyes, and a thick, long bulge in his tight slacks, he just oozed
sex appeal. I flirted with him shamelessly... leaning over to
let him see my tits... letting my short skirt slid up to the tops
of my thighs so he could see all of my legs, and then bending
over showing him part of my ass.
I was accustomed to men who didn't know how to handle an openly
flirtatious woman. Marzio was easily up to the challenge. He
made all the right moves and said all the right things in a
sensuous voice that had my vagina oozing. Even though I knew my
pussy was unprotected, I still wanted him to fuck me. Maybe he
would pull out or cum in my mouth or ass. Or maybe I wasn't yet
fertile. It didn't matter. I wanted him.
He kept me waiting... letting me simmer in my own pussy juices.
I got so hot at one point, I took out my tits and rubbed them
against his back as I clung to him with all seven men watching
me. Later, thinking back, I knew that it really wasn't
surprising that I ended up being gang banged.
After a couple of hours, Marzio must have decided that I was as
hot and ready as any woman could possibly be. I had already had
two small orgasms from this hung, handsome stud turning me on
with his voice, light touches, and making certain I could always
see the huge bulge of his erection.
We were sitting on the couch when he abruptly moved over, kissed
me, and then jerked my top open to release both of my big tits.
I felt my skirt being jerked high on my thighs. His hand moved
between them and covered my soaked panties at the same time as
his mouth sucked in one of my hard, sensitive nipples. All the
other men heard me groaning and saw my hips thrusting hard
against the hand that was forcing my panties deep inside my sex
trench as it sent shock waves through my cunt. My hips rose off
the couch and humped helplessly in the air.
I came and lost track of what was happening other than the fact
that this awesome stud was making repeated, intense climaxes
erupt inside my pussy. The next thing I knew, Marzio had me
standing up. He had already pulled my skirt and panties down and
had his face buried between my buttocks ... his tongue plunging
in and out of my ass.
"OOohhhhhhh fuckkkkk... that's good... aahhhhh... don't stop...
please... don't stop!" I came again as he tongue fucked my ass.
I was shaking when he pushed me to my knees and laid his huge
phallus over my face... spanking me with it like it was a club...
which, in fact, it was... a huge fuck club! I sucked it... oh my
god... I sucked it like I was starved for cock.
After a few minutes, Marzio was sinking his entire length into
my throat on every thrust. He was so thick that it felt like it
might dislocate my jaw, but there was no way I could bring myself
to stop. He had marvelous control... I had none... my cunt was
erupting as I sucked him... again and again.
Slowly, he withdrew his throbbing organ from my mouth, put me on
my hands and knees, moved behind me, and entered my convulsing,
wide open cunt. He fucked me like a powerful stallion mounted on
a mare. I gasped, grunted, and wailed as I felt his huge shaft
stretching me, pounding me, driving to the bottom of my cunt on
every stroke. Saliva was running from my mouth as my mouth gaped
open with my tongue wagging uncontrollably in the air. Each time
my pussy erupted, I screamed and begged him to fuck me harder.
Max told me later that every man at the party had his cock out
jerking off waiting his turn inside my pussy.
Marzio lifted me and put me on my back on a table with my legs
up on his shoulders. I remember feeling his cock swelling and
jerking hard inside my vagina. I knew he was about to cum, and I
suddenly remembered that my pussy was unprotected.
"Please, Marzio. I ran out of birth control pills. My pussy
isn't protected. Please don't cum in me. Let me suck you off...
please," I begged.
I knew I should have warned him earlier, not when he was on the
verge of shooting what had to be an absolutely monster load after
fucking me for over an hour. He stopped with his thick cock
buried deep inside my vagina. I could easily feel it throbbing
and pulsing... eager to flood my hot hole with potent sperm and
semen.
In his velvet, hot voice, he said, "You sexy, hot Slut. Either
you beg me to shoot my load into your fertile cunt, or I'll pull
out, whip your teasing ass with my belt until your ass is
burning, and then I'll take my cock into to Joanne and use her
cunt. You've got ten seconds to decide or I whip your prick
teasing ass!"
"One... two... three... four... five... six... "
"SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT INTO ME, YOU HOT BIG-COCKED STUD. BREED
ME, MARZIO. CUM IN MY CUNT... HURRY... I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!"
I think Marzio continued to pump cum into me for almost a
minute. When he finished, a huge river of cum poured out of my
widely stretched cunt hole.
After Marzio finished with me, the other men who had been
screwing Joanne in the other bedroom, turned their attention to
me while Marzio went to sample Joanne's pussy and mouth. Almost
immediately, I found myself sucking one guy, jacking off two
more, while a fourth man finger fucked me.
I have no idea how many times Joanne got fucked, but every guy
there had me at least twice, and a couple did me three times.
Usually, guys like to be sucked off or do some anal sex, but I
was sure Max had told them about my unprotected pussy because
every single one them shot off inside my cunt every time they
fucked me. I knew if I was fertile, I was certainly pregnant by
the time the party ended... there was no way I was going to
escape the 16 loads of sperm being pumped into me.
I quit my job on Tuesday morning. Max apologized but his
behavior was so inconsiderate, I had no interest in working for
and under him any longer. Fortunately, I didn't get pregnant,
but I still quit.
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Story written by Chris and RLM. The factual details of this
story, much of the writing, and photos of Cheryl were provided by
Chris. RLM simply put the narrative together into a story with
some literary license to increse the excitement and eroticism.
If you enjoyed Part 1 - Teenage and Single years, be certain to
read Part 2 of Cheryl's Heat - The Making of a Hot Wife. Please
check RLM's directory or web page (see below for URL) for the
links to this part of the story.
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