Betting on Tina (formerly Pokeher Party)

Betting on Tina (formerly Pokeher Party)
By: Duke11 (Hou_Duke@yahoo.com)

My friends and I have a rolling poker game. There are six of us and we play every other Friday and rotate between each others homes. So with the responsibility of hosting just once every 12 weeks there is pretty much no getting out of the game when it is your turn. Sure, once in a while you can weasel out of showing....but on your night to host? Forget it!!! So this is where my dilemma begins. There is very much a "bros before ho's" attitude with us and you can maybe get out of the game for work or children....very occasionally the wives will put their feet down. But you never ever wanna get caught backing out for, well, for pussy! So when Tina called and said she missed me, needed to see me I almost lost it.

For those that have read my other entries you know who Tina is! And you know why I was in such a conundrum. For those that don't, some quick background. Tina is my "x". Tina is also my "baby's mama" as they say. But most importantly Tina, to me, is the most beautiful, most sensual, sexiest and frankly dirtiest girl I have ever known. She is incredibly beautiful, like "stops traffic" fine! A very petite Hispanic girl, she has the most incredible skin, the tightest, smallest ass you have ever seen and supermodel face. The most incredible mouth in the history of the female anatomy with full, pouty, sensuous lips and a self-professed "kool aid" smile! A totally irresistible woman. A lot of my friends who are total "T&A" men tease me about my taste in "skinny" women. But her 90lb frame with tiny a-cup breasts is an exception to any man's rule. To a man every one of my friends just dies when they see her. So there is no way in hell that I would pass on a night with her. When she says ?jump" I always have and always will say "How high?".

I am a horrible poker player and Tina, well Tina is just about nasty enough to fuck anywhere, anytime. So I figure I invite her, tell her I forgot it was poker night and as I will no doubt be out of the game early we could sneak off. She has always gotten a thrill out of fucking when and where she wasn't supposed to and as a bit of an exhibitionist. The thrill of getting caught or seen always makes her extra wet. Oh...how could I forget?! In my description of her I overlooked a mention of her best feature. This girl has the prettiest, tightest, wettest pussy you will ever run across! Dark thin lips with the pinkest insides ever. With a taste and smell that we have always joked we could make a fortune on if we could only bottle it!

I was just finishing up the "pre-game routine", which basically entails mixing up a gallon of ?kazi shots and clearing off the unpaid bills from the dining table, when the guys began to show up. We are all pretty adamant about showing up and starting the game on time so right at 9 one after another they strolled in the door to my small apt. One no-show and five of the regulars. Myself, Allen, Chris, and John and Jon (easily distinguished as we call one "White John" and the other "Black Jon".) Allen was a long time friend of mine, an accountant and our resident nerd. Usually the most sober of us at the end of the game, and of course usually the one leaving with all the cash. He is also a total gym rat . Manages to work out every day and is freakin cut. I have spent many a night out with him just feeding off the friends of the girls he attracts. Chris is not a regular in our crowd but a regular at our game. He is Mexican by nationality but as white as they come. Taller than the rest of us, a ?surfer' type with longer hair, tats and piercings. His tongue, ears and eyebrows are pierced and has claimed to have a "barbell" in his cock, but no one has ever called him out on it to see it. White John is one of my closest friends and our token slut. The man pulls more women without trying than all of our collective best efforts combined. A very average guy but with just mad game. One hell of a poker player and one hell of a flirt. Tina has often "joked' about me hooking her up with him when we are on our "off' times. She has on more than one occasion, after a few shots taken the flirting to the limit. And again if you have read my other stories you know what a dirty little slut she can be so I have always know with the right opportunity he could so have her. Black Jon is a good guy, quiet almost shy. Fairly tall and what some would call "yellow-bone" very light completed with an almost shaved tight haircut and thin beard. He gets told a lot that he looks like John Starks of the new York Knicks. I add that only because I have created this stupid jealousy in my mind with him and Tina even though they have never met. Years ago when we were together she used to tease that if she ever met Starks she would drop to her knees at take that big cock in her mouth without even introducing herself. Many a night I had my brains fucked out simply by turning on the game and letting her see him. "Bet you wish he was here fucking you" I would say...."oh, yeah" she would always answer...."I bet your pussy is so wet thinking about him isn't it" I would add...."why don't you check for yourself" was always the answer. So my jealousy around him was derived from this and the fact that prior to me (and I am sure since) Tina had a thing for black cock. We joke that I had to convert her to the other side. This brings us to me. When I am around Tina I feel like the most handsome man in the world, after all having a woman THAT beautiful on your arm would make any one a little confident. But actually I am not all that. I am an average looking man, I am kinda short, 5'9" with very short, almost crew cut, brown hair. I have been told that my hazel eyes are my best feature. But they're not! People see me with beautiful girls often and say to themselves (sometimes out-loud) He's either got money or a really big cock. Well, I can tell you I don't have any money! I do however have what I have been told is the "prettiest" cock ever. 9" long, fairly thick, circumcised and incredibly smooth. I am not a "cock-connoisseur" but every woman who has ever seen it just stares at it as if they have never seen a penis before. And without exception every one of them says it is the best cock they have ever seen. (of course I would think that they must tell every one that if it wasn't for the fact that I have never told anyone but Tina that she has the most perfect pussy ever)

The game began as any other night, as always I lose the first big hand of the night to Allen of course. What was different was, this night, I did not care. I was not thinking about the money I was losing but rather the fact that Tina would be there any minute. The faster I ?conveniently' ran out of chips the sooner I would be sneaking off to the bedroom and my cock would be in that beautiful mouth. The game continued and I could not quit looking at my watch. "Where the hell is she" I thought to myself while not even noticing that my chips were piling up. Then the phone rings. Tina says sorry, she is on the way and had stayed a little longer having a drink with ?the girls' than she had planned. My heart (and my cock) jumped a little....I knew that was either really good news or really bad. I mentioned she is only a mere 90 some lbs which means it only takes her a very few drinks to go from sober, to whore, to sick and unconscious. I knew with a good buzz I could so totally have my way with her, but too much and I would be babysitting. There was a knock at the door and as I sprang to answer it there was an odd silence at the table. "Oh, sorry guys" I said. "I forgot to mention Tina was gonna drop by. Jon immediately chimes in with the reminder that no guests, especially woman are allowed. (Think this all comes from the fact that all but me are married and that's the way they keep their wives away) As I am opening the door I can hear John telling him "trust me, you want her here, she is fuckin hot" Tina, satnding at the door in a little strappy sundress has a blank look on her face as she hears the commotion in the background. Obviously a little drunk she snaps something about. "If you think you are getting any pussy you better tell your friends they need to go back home to their wives" I quickly shut her up the only way I know how. I grab the hair on the back of her neck, force her against the door frame and kiss her passionately. My hand immediately runs up her bare thighs, my fingers push her panties aside I begin to fuck her with my hand hard and fast. Her pussy, as always, is already drenched. I do this for only a few seconds, pull harder on her hair, break off the kiss, look her in the eyes and say "If YOU want any of that big cock you crave you will be patient for a moment!" See, that is the thing with us, she is in total control until I get a rough with her, then the tables are turned and I control her as a master would a slave.

We catch our breath and she follows me into the apartment half stumbling from the mix of alcohol and the dizziness from what had just happened. Of course as anytime she enters the room all conversation stops and all attention is focused on her. She makes her way around the table, hugging and kissing all my friends. She looks Chris up and down and although only meeting him once or twice before throws her arms around him and gives him a big hug as if they were the best of friends. She turns to Allen and does the same, his great big arms wrap around her and she nearly disappears. He does his nerdy fake nervous gentleman thing and quickly looks at me and pulls away. John stands and waits patiently for his turn. He pulls her from Allen and as he always does grabs her and gives her a long hard squeeze, her small frame is lifted from the ground as he rocks her on his chest, his hands cupping her ass lifts her short skirt exposing her perfect bottom to all of us. No one pretends not to notice. He finally sets her down after what seemed like forever to my jealous ass. She spins around and all of a sudden "HOLY FUCK" she exclaims! "OH MY FUCKING GOD" she adds. She looks at Jon for the first time and says "Shit, you look exactly like...." "John Starks?" He says, finishing her sentence. Adding: "I know, I know, I hear it all the time"........with the wickedest, most sensual smile I have ever seen she almost purrs the words...."No, you DO NOT KNOW" I introduce her to Jon and of course he stands up kisses her on the hand no less and says some cheesy trite line that you would think would never work. But he could have said anything. She was lost in her Starks fantasy. She points to me and says "have him tell you about me and John Starks" I can see I am losing control of the situation and try to get everyone's focus back on the game. I clap my hands and announce "the show is over guys, let's get this thing over with". We resume the game. Tina is sitting on my lap making it almost impossible to focus on the game much less keep my cards from being exposed. I am teasing her. My hands all over her, playing with her ass sneaking a rub of her soaking wet pussy when I can. I am whispering dirty little things in her ear as I do when I realize, that while she is responding to my fingers in her wet slit by grinding up against my hand, my words are having no affect. She is not even paying attention to me! She is off in La La land making fuck me eyes at Jon. I am getting pissed, jealous but at the same time very turned on. I have to use it to my advantage somehow. There is no way I am missing one of my rare opportunities to fuck my dirty little slut. So I grab her neck from behind and pull her back to me. In a breathy whisper in her ear I say "Baby, remember how hard you used to fuck me when we would talk about you meeting Starks?" "Remember what it was like to tell me how badly you wished my cock was his as I rammed it down your throat?" "Remember pretending that it was his cum that you were wiping off your chin as I shot my load in your mouth?" That got her attention!! She hopped up, turned around and strattled me, her dress catches on the table behind her and hikes up well above her small string panties. She plunges her tongue into my mouth and kisses me hard. "Jesus! Get a fucking room!" someone says. "Ya know guys, not such a bad idea" I say, throwing my cards on the table. "I fold guys, I am out" still not noticing my growing pile of chips on the table. "What about your cash brah?" Allen says...."just split it up four ways and go on, well worth it"...Tina hops off, grabs me by the hand and begins to lead me out of the room "I would rather have some of that" Jon ?Starks' says. She stops in her tracks, looks him dead in the eye and says "just wait your turn sweetie" the guys go nuts and completely fall out with a mix of mumbled comments, laughter and cat calls.

I follow her into the bathroom, closed the door behind me, grab her and try to kiss her. She totally pushes me away refusing my kiss. For a brief moment I thought I had blown it, thought I had somehow fucked this up. But instead she backs up just a bit, looks me deep in the eye and just drops to her knees. Her hungry jaw drops wide open as I scramble to get my now throbbing hard cock out of my pants. I pull the heavy dick free from my clothes and she immediately plunges her mouth around it. Both hands quickly wrap around it, squeezing and pumping violently as I push deeper in her throat. I can see and feel her slobbery tongue encircle my cum filled rod each time it pops from her mouth. She is on a mission. Spit drips down her chin and neck. The straps on her sundress drop over her perfect shoulders as she falls back, sitting on her heels. This angle forces her to look straight up at me as I realize I am about to unload. I look down and say "Are you ready baby, are you ready for my hot cum to splatter all over your face?" she looks up with that twisted, dirty whorish look that only she can give and says: "No, but I am ready to drink Jon's cum" She is so hot it doesn't cross my mind who she is really talking about. I think about all the times in my living room watching the Knicks while she masturbates. I feel a rush come over me. The room gets bright as I feel the cum release from my balls and start pumping down her dirty throat. Her eyes widen and she gags slightly as she realizes just how much hot goo is making its way past her lips. She does not let up as she takes me even deeper. I see her cheeks cave in as she literally sucks me dry. With a quick jerk I feel the last drop disappear into her belly. She slides my now empty cock from her throat with a load ?pop'. My cock is completely dry. Not a drop on her lips. She opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue and makes an "ahhh" sound to show me she has swallowed it all. She had!

I helped her to her feet and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek and fixed the straps on her dress. As I reached down to feel how wet her tight pussy was I tell her "I knew the talk of John Starks would still get you off" Without missing a beat she smiles at me again with that look of hers and say "Starks? I was talking about your friend Jon as I was doing that!" Now we have always talked dirty in bed about being with other people. Almost every time I lick that tiny little clit of hers I tell her to close her eyes and picture Michi a beautiful girlfriend of ours who we fantasize about a lot going down on her. Or if I have noticed her flirting with a stranger at a bar later that night I will whisper in her ear as I fuck her "I bet you wish I was that guy you were talking to tonight, I bet you wish he was here fucking you while you suck my cock" It is always a turn on and we both know it is just pillow talk. We gather ourselves to leave the bathroom. I am still feeling way dirty so I tell her. "Baby, why don't you go lay down on the bed, pull off those little panties, hike up your dress, spread your legs and I will tell Jon to come in here and make you cum, ok?" "Are you sure?" she asks " would you really let him come in here and taste your pussy"? She adds, playing right along. I guild her around the corner to the bed, lay her down. There is a shirt on the bed that I drape over her face. "sure baby, I will send him in, just do like a good little whore and take your panties off and spread your legs like I told you!" She quickly complies knowing full well it would just be me to return to suck on that sweet cunt.

I left the door slightly open and went back into the living room. I took a little crap for being back so quick. I said something about just getting started and went out to the back porch for a smoke. I didn't want to return too quickly, she needed to lie there and think about what I was about to do to her. White John follows me out on the porch and I quickly brag about what just happened, about how I used Black Jon to turn her on and told him what I am about to do to her. He jokes that I better hurry up and get back in there or Jon really will get there first. Half nervous for no reason I take a quick check to see that all are still back at the game. John returns to the table and I see him whisper to "Starks". They both look up at me through the sliding glass door laughing. That Fucker! He told him! John says he is going to the bathroom and walks out. I finish the last few drags off my cigarette and head to the kitchen for a couple shots and a couple bottles of water. We tend to drink three or four bottles when we are really fucking. With an armful of Ozarka I feel my cock start to twitch as I make my way back to my waiting slut. I rounded the corner to see the bathroom door wide open and the light off. I knew right away what I was about to find. That fucking asshole! Yep! Sure enough! There I see the bedroom door now wide open and John on his knees in front of my bed. Tina still lying there with the shirt covering her face but now with Johns head propped between her wide spread legs. My jaw drops wide open. Her arms are reaching out above her head stretching her thin body across the bed. Her legs spread wide apart, her tight pussy being devoured by my best friend! As I stand there partly crazy with anger, partly sick with jealousy but most of all as turned on as I have ever been in my life I see John grab both her thighs and push them far into the mattress. He stretches her as wide as she can be, his tongue furiously licking her. Tina's head is now thrashing beneath the t-shirt. I have eaten that pussy a thousand times. I know she knows it is not me. My cock begins to bulge again as I see John take her over the edge in an explosive squealing orgasm. I am still standing halfway between the doorway and the bed. Heart pounding. I unconsciously say outloud "well I always new you two would hook up" At that Tina quickly sits up pulling the shirt off her face. She has a look I have never seen before as she realizes it was not Jon the total stranger that had been drinking her sweet nector. It was White John!!! The one that I had always tell her stay away from. She throws a pillow from the bed at me half laughing and says: "YOU ASSHOLE! Can't believe you let him do that" "oh come on" I said. "You mean to tell me you thought that was me?" She snaps back "No, I thought you were gonna let your new friend come back here and have his way with me" As she is saying this I notice that as she is talking, John is still on his knees in front of her and her fingers are beginning to slip in and out of her pussy. A huge wet spot still in front of her I begin to let my thoughts wander.

"GOD DAMN!" I hear behind me. There at the door are Chris, Allen and Jon.

I turned to look at Tina. She looked me right in the eye, pulled her hand away from her pussy and licked the juice from her fingers. We both knew there was no turning back. I gave her a little glance, a ?nod of approval' if you will letting her know I was ?ok' with it. It wasn't gonna make a difference but I knew she wanted this. I knew this has always been a fantasy of hers. I knew she would do it whether I approved or not so I might as well not fuck it up for her by being a baby. And who am I kidding I was so turned on by what was about to happen I could hardly stand it. Tina sat up on the edge of the bed, her pussy still glistening from her orgasm. Allen had a couple of the ?kazi shots in his hand, he held one up and offered it to her. She took the shot from him and when he helt out the other one for a ?cheers' she took it too! "I think I am gonna need this boys" she said. Then she belted down the two sour drinks, shook her head like a dog fresh out of the rain and wiped her mouth on her arm as if she was wearing a sleeve. While she was doing this both Chris and John had pulled there cocks out and were standing in front of her stroking them. She reached out and took one in each hand and gave them both a little tug. Chris, being so tall, had his cock right at eye level with the petite framed slut on the bed. Her eyes opened wide as she noticed that, yes indeed, he did have a chrome barbell pierced through his cock on the underside of his head. She stared at it a moment and leaned over and gave it a little lick. She giggled and asked "does that hurt?" As he pulled off his shirt exposing his heavily tatted body he replied "sometimes, I am sure you will let me know" She smiled and looked him up and down, somewhat fascinated by all the ink. John is now getting a little anxious by the lack of attention and grabs the top of her head and turns her to face his cock. The somewhat short but very thick tool quickly disappears inside her mouth. I realize that I am now playing with my throbbing cock through my slacks. "Gentleman" I say, "this room is a little crowded, why don't we go back to the living room." With that Tina obediently stands up grabs "Starks" by the hand and leads the procession to the den. I am not sure who but someone turned the music up. A radio station was broadcasting live from a club and the beat hit Tina quickly. As the 5 of us gathered around her she began to do a little dance for us. Her perfect body swayed to the music in a cross of striptease and club grind. We closed the circle in around her and she went one by one, working her body down ours, sliding down with her ass rubbing on us, stiffening our already hard cocks. She closed her eyes as the hands began to travel up and down her body. Hands lifting her dress, hands caressing her bare breast that were now exposed as the sheer outfit had fallen off her shoulders. She did not know who was running their tongue down her neck from behind, who had sunk to there knees and was now biting on her thighs. Who's fingers were sliding up into her pussy from behind. Who it was that was telling her in her ear that they would soon be coming all over. She had completely given in to the booze, the music and the fantasy of all the cocks that were about to violate her. As she continued the dance the men were all removing there clothes as fast as they could. I looked around the room and plotted the logistics. Thinking quickly I pushed the coffee table far against the wall the drug a small weight bench that was on the patio to the center of the room. As I completed this task I noticed that she had stop dancing and was now in a full passionate kiss with Black Jon. One leg wrapped around him. Her ass cupped in his hands they made out with the passion of animals. She kissed him hard moaning and gasping. His huge hands grabbed her ass so hard you could see one of his fingers was actually penetrating her tight hole. She wiggled against it as she kissed him. I could see another digit slide in her ass. She moaned louder as it sank deeper. The hands were all over her again and she realized she had to be a little more accessible. Tina took the cue of the bench in the center of the room, took a few steps toward it and sat down. Someone handed her another shot which she quickly drank and tossed the cup on the floor. She took a big deep breath as if to gather herself. She then slowly laid back on the bench arms out to each side. Her knees parted away from each other spreading her beautiful brown lipped hole. Her body fell limp as if she was surrendering, saying "Take me". I kind of motioned for everyone to back off, after all this was MY slut! I was to go first. This was not a night for foreplay. I walked up to the bench in between her spread eagle legs and lowered my cock down to the folds of her lips. I rubbed the head just enough to part them and demanded "look at me!" Right as she opened her eyes I plunged every bit of my nine inch cock inside her. Her eyes bulged and her jaw locked as my dick bottomed out in her in one hard stroke. Tina screamed as I began to pound her. Her ass began to slap up and down on the bench. Each stroke harder than the last, each thrust deeper than before. I picked up the tempo and gave it everything I had. Her tiny body was writhing in pain and pleasure. Her hands clutched the straight bars on the bench. Faster Faster I fucked that little goddess, that little whore. The veins on her neck began to bulge and she squealed "oh..My...god" I'm cummmmmming" I continued to pound as she gasped for air, I felt the cum building again in my balls. I slowed down and I caught my breath. As she settled down, the guys let out a holler as I stood up, my huge cock flopping out of her, dripping with her cum. I stepped back and in a somewhat "Vanna White" way motioned to them that "she's all yours". They wasted no time. Immediately Black Jon picked her legs up and lifted her ass off of the bench. Rolling her back on her shoulders he slid his thick black into the gap I had just created. This pushed her back so her head was now off the bench bent at the neck. This made a perfect target for Allen to flop his balls right on her face. She grabbed the cock, shoved it in her mouth and let the rhythm and recoil of Jon's hard fucking to force the dick in and out of her mouth. Chris and John almost simultaneously grabbed her hands and wrapped them around their cocks standing on either side of her. My god It was such a sight to see. This beautiful girl that I had loved for years laying there totally submissive with four cocks abusing her. Tina was loving it. Moaning so loud turning to screams when the flesh gag in her mouth would pop out. A huge black stud pounding her pussy while Allens ripped abs fucked her face. She let go of the cocks for a moment and grabbed on tight again to the bench while her body shuttered in yet another orgasm. Her chest heaved as she could not stop the rush. I called out "you really like to be a fuck slut don't you.' All I heard in return was a mumbled "Um hmm" as she tried to speak with a mouth full of cock. Chris motioned to Jon to move aside. He complied and took his post at her side. He reached out for her to stand, she took his hand as he helped her to her feet, you could see the juice literally running down her legs. Chris pushed what was left of the dress down passed her hips and it fell to the floor. Completely naked for the first time. My god, she was so beautiful! I strangely wished that this dirty whore was still my girl. We nudged her to the bench and she climbed on it on all fours. She arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air. We all milled around her for a moment just soaking her in. Stopping to kiss her on the mouth. Spanking the ass in the air. Slapping our cocks on her face. Chris offered up his pierced nipple which she began to tongue and bite. I moved in front of her, pumping my hard cock in my hand she bent forward to take it in her mouth. Resting her chest on the bench her ass was straight up in the air. The men on either side of her spread her ass a bit as her tongue teased my head. Chris leaned over and ran his tongue in little circles around her asshole. With each flick of his tongue she would bear down harder on my dick. He began to spit and slobber on her hole. I knew what he had in mind. Jon was reaching underneath and working her dirty clit fast a furiously, circliling her clit, pushing one, two that three fingers deep inside..

I took my cock out of her mouth long enough for allen to work his way in. He picked her right up in his massive arms right into the air. His dick disappeared again inside her as she wrapped her legs around him. He stood there for a moment and bounced her up and down on his cock. She squeezed her arms around his huge neck and began doing the work herself. Moving only her ass and hips her clit ground into him. It was if she was suspended in mid air. Up and down on his cock. She rode him faster faster and once more a shrill came from her lips as she came again.

Allen, still holding her laid back on the bench his cock and balls covered in her juice. I resumed my place in front of her and watched as she took my cock deep in her throat. Allen pushed her up in the air and Chris was now straddling her. Tall enough to get the perfect angle he began to tease her asshole with the barbell on his head. She showed no resistance as he first slid one finger and then another in to her butt. I was so turned on by it I could not believe it. Again he rubbed the piercing on her but this time she thrust backward a little and the chrome disappeared out of site. The head of his cock had slipped in. Allen held very still and Tina's eyes winced as the pierced dick slid deeper in her tight hole. She almost drew blood as she bit down on me as this third cock made its way in her. As I saw Chris make it all the way in I could barely hold back. He began to pump his cock in my baby's ass and with each stroke she would moan. And with each moan I would get closer. Chris was now fucking her in long deep strokes. Allen was just clutching on to make sure he stayed inside her and threw her body back and forth to meet our strokes. One more long stroke, one more moan. I couldn't take it. I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Now free to be vocal Tina screamed as her ass and pussy were pounded at the same time. I could see she was getting close also. Chris could too. "tell me when darling', tell me when". Her body tenses...Almost on cue she screams "NOW... NOW" and begins to cum. Chris lets out a deep growl, his tatts almost dancing as his whole body twitches when he fills her ass with his seed. She continues to cum as I stroke my cock in front of her face fast. I try to time it perfectly....just as Chris pulls his cum covered cock out of her ass her mouth will gasp open when the barbell slides out. Again so predictable. Her target wide open I begin to shoot my cum all over her panting tongue. This second of my loads she doesn't swallow it just lingers all over her face, her hair, her lips. She looks so dirty! So beautiful.. John and Jon are now furiously working there cocks. They watch as a cum covered Tina sits up and rides Allen who is still below her. She rides him hard and fast. her hips grinding her clit into him.. I have seen her fuck like this so many times I know it won't be long. She pounds his cock and Allen's huge hands shake her hips so fast. He grunts that he is about to cum, his body tenses as his hot load is sent inside her which again sends her over the edge. She cries out in exctasy. The smell of her filthy wet pussy fills the air. Allen continues to clutch her tiny hips, pushing and puling so fast she is a blur, cumming harder and harde. She can not tell if this is one lond orgasm or multiple. She has cum for at least the 10th time. She is spent. Almost lifeless. Cum is dripping from her ass, all over her face and chest and soon will be pouring out of her pussy.

"Tina!" "Two more sweetie" says one of the guys still masturbating beside her. She is such a trooper! She climbs off Allen and sort of slides to the ground. She reaches for a bottle of water and Jon kicks it a way. "Isn't this what you want to drink" he says, waving the huge black cock at her. "Oh Yeah!" she says as filthy as ever. The slut falls back on her ass and her hands, tilts her mouth to the ceiling and waits for her reward. The two Johns work their cocks faster and faster. She begins to pant. Her tongue waiting. "Beg Slut!" one says. "You want drink our juice don't you you cum whore"? Their balls are bouncing hard. "WELL?" Says the other. She moans a little. "FUCKING SAY IT YOU WHORE" I yell. As if she heard her masters voice she begins to beg "Please! Please cum on face!" " I need to drink more cum" "I wanna taste that black cock drowning me" " I WANT TO DRINK YOUR CUM!" With that both cocks began shooting ropes of hot goo all over her already filthy face. She took it all over. Stroke after stroke the hours of built up spunk shot at her like fire hoses. She panted and went after the juice like a dessert traveler would lap up an oasis. She wanted more. She began to wipe the cum from her face and neck and lapped it up off her hands and palms. She begs for more cum. Chris, who had been the first to cum and stroking his cock ever sense, was ready again, towering over her he sprayed a last load of the hot batter into her beautiful dirty mouth. I had pictured this is my mind a million time. Tina, naked on the floor covered in cum but nothing like this. There was so much cum from the four of us, she could barley open her eyes.

She tried to speak as she slumped to the floor. Jon kicked the water bottle back to her. She spilled most of it as she tried to drink it and it just made the cum start running down her face again. Someone through her a towel. We all kinda started to laugh. I sat down next to her. And tried to pull some of the cum soaked hair of her face. I whispered in her ear "You are the dirty filthy slut I always knew you were" To which She replies....I am? Really? Thank you!! I love you too"

"FOUR JOHNS JOHNSON"

"FOUR JOHNS JOHNSON"
By: David Shaw (david@f-e-mail.com)

"FOUR JOHNS JOHNSON" (M/F+; M/F; group; work) By

David Shaw

david@f-e-mail.com

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

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The one thing an airline pilot must never do is flip his lid -- especially when he's got four of them to worry about. And even if he keeps a steady hand on the stick, will the stews keep their promises?

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"Hi, lady. Come in and take the weight off. It's hot outside today. Take a seat over here, by the bar and you'll get a great view of the guys on the beach. Better yet, I'll get a good look at you. . ."

"Hey, maybe I'm an old goat but I still know how to compliment a good looking gal. What's your poison, honey . . ?"

"Sure, this is Four Johns Johnson's bar. I am Four Johns Johnson -- pleased to meet you . . ."

"No, no, lady, we only have the usual two johns in this bar. Male and female, just like everywhere else . . ."

"No, it's nothing to do with the bar. It's my handle, has been for years. Take a look at the photo on the wall, right there. See that, a 767 coming into the ramp at Gate Tango-2 at O'Hare, with the fire crew wetting the plane down? That's a tradition when the pilot is retiring. That was my last flight as a Senior Captain with West and Western. Twenty two years on a flight deck and that was the day it ended. But see those four guys standing out in the spray each holding up a toilet seat lid over his head and laughing fit to bust? Yeah, even if I say it myself I was a legend in the business. Everybody knew about Four Johns Johnson, the man who pulled off the best landing in airline history. Mind you, the company went apeshit over that photo, trying to keep the media from finding out what the deal was with those toilet seats . . ."

"You want to hear the story? Sorry, but it's not one for mixed company, especially a nice lady like yourself . . ."

"You're a lawyer? OK, maybe you're not so nice after all then. But even so, this might shock you. Do you promise not to sue me if I confess my sins . . .?"

"Well, if you're sure you're game you'd better tell me your name -- hey, I'm a poet . . !"

"OK, Gloria, I'll tell you what happened, and it was a while ago now. But it was an even longer time ago when I left the Air Force and first became a commercial pilot. I'm talking prehistory here. Before deregulation, before 9/11, God, almost before computers on the flight deck. In those wonderful days we had people called flight engineers up front with us and we had these other people called stewardesses out back to look after the passengers. Not flight attendants or customer service consultants or whatever the hell they're called nowadays. We had stewardesses, and they had a service life of about two years, by which time they were either pregnant, or engaged, or both. They were all in their early twenties, they were all drop dead gorgeous, they were all marriage hungry and we used to call them menu items. As in 'what's on your menu tonight? Mandy or the new blonde?' . . . "

"I can see you pulling a face at me, Gloria. You want to put me on the stand and make me confess to being a disgusting old maleist, right? Well, that was the way the job was then. God, they were beautiful times. But I'll tell you this, never, never walk away with the idea that we pilots didn't respect those gals back there in the cabin. We did then and we still do, even if a lot of them are guys now. That doesn't matter, what does matter is that if the shit ever hits the fan it's the cabin crew who have to take control of hundreds of panic stricken passengers and get them off the plane safely. Even if they never have an emergency come up in their careers, boy, do the stews get plenty of hassles from the passengers, especially after deregulation let all the screwballs loose on us. Rum and coke again . . ? "

"OK, so take it from one who knows, I was absolutely terrified about twelve times flying commercial jets and ten of those times it because of passengers who should have been doing cell time with Hannibal Lector. I'd rather have been a garbage collector than deal with airline passengers every day, especially when it comes to being locked in the same cabin as the mad bastards. And, apart from the passengers, the stews had all kinds of other problems to deal with that you'd never think of. Have you ever tried cooking eggs at 40,000 feet, Gloria? If you do, you'll find they turn green. There's a whole lot of strange things happen in that kind of environment. Anyway, that was the way things were when I was green myself, a green young co-pilot living way up there in pilot's heaven. And then God blew his whistle and told everybody to get out of the pool. Suddenly it was paradise lost . . . "

"Hey, is the girl on that board wearing a bikini or not? Sure as hell isn't my eyesight going because I can see every dimple where she isn't . . ."

"What went wrong? What happened? No disrespect, Gloria, but lawyers happened, that's what. Come the 1970's and suddenly the airlines were being taken to court by girls who'd been put off because they were overage, or married or whatever. And the stews started winning the cases. Only they weren't stewardesses anymore, now they were flight attendants. Before long we had married flight attendants with kids for God's sake, working mothers on red eye flights whose idea of fun was getting back home in time for an hour in bed before cooking the family breakfast. Suddenly we went from being a bunch of playboy pilots flying around glamorous trolley dollies to being glorified chauffeurs for a bunch of slam-clickers . . ."

"What's a slam-clicker? She's a beautiful looking woman in her thirties with a wedding ring who brings the coffee up to the flight deck, lays on all the smiles and moves to the pilots, goes to the crew hotel with you, says "Goodnight, guys, nice to fly with you," slams her door shut and the next thing you hear is the door lock clicking. That's a slam-clicker."

"OK, so now comes the three day working trip when I get famous -- or maybe infamous. I was forty two years old, I'd arrived for duty at O'Hare on a January morning, and Chicago was as cold as the proverbial witch's clit. So I'm dreaming of how I'm going to retire in a year or so and own a bar in the tropics and spend my time talking to beautiful lawyers . . ."

"You think I'm being smooth now? Wait until you hear the story. . ."

"Listen in, then, and I'll tell you. I walked into the company flight center, signed my release, then pulled down all my flight details off the computer. I was going places, none of them I really wanted to, finishing off for the day at Tucson. Well, that was something, anyway. The last landing of the day is always the hardest work but Tucson was an airport I always liked. Never any snow, rarely any rain: the wind can get tricky sometimes, but not often. Yeah, Tucson was a gift compared to some pit of an airport like Washington National, LA International or La Garbage at New York.

"Then, as I was leaving the flight center, I took a glance at the whiteboard on the wall which had odds and ends of company information on it. One of the notations was that Mr Greenmont, the company chief security officer was going to be in Tucson on the same day that I'm flying down. Now that was kind of strange because anytime you have a senior company guy on board, it's noted in your flight details. I double checked the sheet, but no mention of Greenmont's name. So if he was scheduled for Tucson, how was he going to get there? Obviously, it had to be a West and Western flight, we didn't pay other airlines to haul our own assholes around, which, incidentally, was what this guy Greenmont was by all accounts, a grade A asshole. And I knew the only other flight W&W had going to Tucson that day was a night shuttle which had gone out about 1 PM. So either this guy was on my flight and I wasn't being told about it, which was strange; or Greenmont had slipped off to Tucson well before the crock crowed. Which was even stranger. Airline executives, even small times ones, don't usually travel on rocket flights.

"So, I went to the plane and asked my Chief Flight Attendant to find out if Greenmont was onboard. She checked the passenger list, said he wasn't, I shrugged my shoulders and got on with my job. After we'd got to our flight level and I'd handed over to the co-pilot I had time to run a few stray thoughts through my head. But they weren't about William H. Greenmont, security guy. What had my attention was the gal I'd spoken to about him. The CFA that day was a lady called Yvonne Page. A real wise old Senior Mama in the system, maybe a couple of years younger than me, kids in college, but still a hell of a figure, auburn hair and luscious. To me, she was like some kind of Italian film star, the Sophia Loren earth mother type but always immaculately dressed and presenting herself like a fashion model. When she wasn't running an airliner she worked as a part time stockbroker and that woman absolutely oozed class. Out of the top drawer as the British say -- just like you, Gloria . . ."

"It's a house rule. The more drinks you buy, the more I flatter the customers. And if you buy me one as well I'll really go over the top . . ."

"Another one all round it is then. OK, so I was wondering whether to make another pass at Yvonne in Tucson, though it hardly seemed worthwhile bothering. We'd flown together three or four times in the last two months and everytime I'd made an approach to her I'd been waved off. Nothing rancorous or bad tempered, mind you, just a stunning smile and a slam-click in the face. So I was thinking about Yvonne and then another girl comes into the cockpit with the coffee -- girl! I mean I'm not saying her first flight was handing out spam sandwiches on a DC3 but she was as much a Senior Mama as Yvonne herself was. A nice looking one, too, a blonde, with an ass to pant over. But two attendants of that seniority on the same flight? It had to be some kind of a roster fuck up. Still, I had to go back for a leak anyway, so I thought I'd check to see if we've got a couple of young trainees on board to balance things up.

"So, I went to the john and I had a look at the other attendants, and I'm thinking to myself that something is seriously wacky around here because the other two FA's both look like they've got more flight time than I have. I've got a crew of females on my plane who probably have enough experience between them to fly the goddamn thing home themselves and field strip the engines afterwards.

"I collected another cup of coffee and went up to the flight deck again to do some real thinking. In all my time with the company I've never seen a bunch of attendants with this much seniority serving on one crew. If it was just an odd coincidence, OK, but what if it wasn't a coincidence? I tell you, Gloria, it suddenly occurred to me that it was a set up and I was the set upee. I mean, sure, I made quite a few passes at the lasses, but at least I had enough sense to stick to women of my own age. So maybe the company was putting a big pile of temptation in my path and Greenmont was lurking down there in Arizona ready to pounce on my ass with sexual harassment charges as soon as I opened my big mouth to one of those ladies -- or maybe, knowing me, to all of them.

"Yeah, that was the way I figured it, until I had second thoughts. There was no reason why the company would want to get rid of me. Not that I knew of anyway. But the flight attendants, now that a horse of a different color -- a shitty color. You see, Gloria, back then it was like today in one way -- the airline, all airlines, were desperate to save money. One of the big problems W and W had was with the unions, and they'd got a deal going that whenever a union worker left he or she was replaced with a non-union one. So we had two pay scales, an 'A' class one for the long term employees and a much lower 'B' class one for new starters. I thought about that for a while and about the fact that I only knew that Greenmont was in Tucson because of that note on the white board somebody had probably forgotten to wipe off. Then I thought about how I was carrying a bunch of FA's who probably had more years of service between them than any other four attendants on the airline. And right then I began to smell a dirty big rat. Like how come somebody had rostered all these high time 'A' gals on one flight? And like why Greenmont was sneaking down to Tucson before sun up?

"I told the co-pilot I was going back again. He looked pissed because he had to keep an oxygen mask over his face all the time he was the only pilot on the flight deck, but to hell with him. I didn't want him hearing this conversation and I sure didn't want the cockpit voice recorder taping it either, so I went back to find Yvonne and took her into the galley. She was looking at me about the same way as you are now, Gloria, like maybe I was planning to play grabass with her. But no, I was there to be the same perfect gentleman I always am.

"Yvonne," I said to her. "Maybe you'd be doing yourself a big favor if you didn't work for peanuts on this trip -- especially down South' What I was talking about was how it was considered one of the small perks of the attendant's job to take home odds and ends of stuff that was left over from the flight supplies. Three ounce bottles of liquor, packets of peanuts, individual cartons of long life milk, those kinds of things. Nobody had ever made an issue of it until then, it was only nickel and dimes stuff but, technically, it was stealing. Catching an employee walking off the job with any company property could be cause for instant dismissal if the bosses wanted to be tough guys -- especially if they wanted to be tough guys trimming down on the payroll.

"Yvonne's eyes widened and I knew she'd joined up all the dots a lot quicker than I had. She knew exactly what I was talking about. In fact she was ahead of me. 'Why Tucson?' she asked. 'Why not O'Hare?' I understood what she saying, because the girls didn't use of that kind of stuff in their hotels, they took it back home with them in their bags and the company could have busted them back in Chicago when they were signing off their rosters. But then I had another thought.

" 'Yvonne,' I said, 'Your union offices are in Chicago, so are your union lawyers. Way down where the buffalo roam you're on your own. That's if you should happen to need some urgent help for any reason.'

"Yvonne kind of cocked her head on one side and asked me if I knew anything for sure. And, me, I put on my Sergeant Schultz accent: 'Lady, I know nothing . . . nothing.' Then I went back to doing what I was being paid to do, flying the airplane . . .

"Another round, Gloria . . . ?

"Sure, I'm trying to get you drunk . . . There's this great beach I can take you to where all the ladies go topless -- and, brother have you got the wherewithal to go without a top . . ."

"Tucson? What happened at Tucson? Well, I'm not often wrong but I was right again. That son of a bitch Greenmont was waiting there, right in the airport terminal with a couple of security guys, a deputy sheriff and a company lawyer. They pounced on the girls' luggage like they expected the bags to be full of dope or gold bars or something. And, boy, did those guys get an earful from Yvonne and the others when they didn't even find a company issue tissue. Kay asked the company lawyer for his card and told him her lawyers would be in touch, then she turned around and demanded the names and addresses and phone numbers of the deputy and the security guards. They didn't want to tell her but I told Greenmont that either she got the goon squad's details or I'd declare the plane unsafe to fly. Which meant that by the time it had been checked out the relieving crew would have missed their slot into Atlanta. And then there'd be headaches up and down the company chain of command as they rescheduled connections across half the country. So Greenmont crumpled up and told his bad ass gang to do what Yvonne wanted. . . .

"No, you're right, Gloria, it didn't do me a lot of good with W and W. I often wish I'd thought to wipe that note about Greenmont off the whiteboard before I left the flight center, but I didn't. Still, I guess all that happened was that I retired a couple of years earlier than I might otherwise have done. And even that was worth it to see the look on Greenmont's face when he hauled out a pair of scarlet crotchless panties from Yvonne's suitcase. He went almost as red as the panties and Yvonne -- well, she looked at me and, sad to say, I must have had the same sort of expression on my face as Greenmont had on his. He was hoping to catch her red handed but not as much as I was dreaming of catching her red knickered. Of course I wondered who the lucky guy was she was carrying the hot pants around for and I cordially hoped the bastard would get a sudden attack of terminal prick droop, but that was the excitement over. Greenmont was left looking for a rock to crawl under and I was entertaining the hope that one of those fortunate four females would do the decent thing by her captain and let him fu -- er, enjoy her favors. What the hell, I'd saved their jobs, was that too much to ask? Don't worry, Gloria, you needn't give me a legal opinion, it was a rhetorical question.

"How about a rum cocktail this time? You need lots of vitamins down here where the nights are always hot and steamy. And maybe you'd better take a grip on the bar there, girl, you must be getting drunk, you keep going out of focus on me . . .

"What thanks did I get in Tucson? Nothing, zero, zilch, that was what I got. You know, Gloria, I had an English grandmother who used to say that kind words never buttered any parsnips. Yeah, well, I heard a lot of kind words that night but nobody offered to butter my parsnip, that was for sure. Slam-click to the power of four, that was the bottom line.

"Anyway, next day, we doing the second day in the three day schedule. Hops and stops all over the south west and I'm on the last leg of the day into Southern California. I've taken the bird up to cruising altitude, I've told the passengers where the plane is going, just in case Superman is on board and he wants to get out and fly someplace else, I've turned on the dead dog switch and I'm waiting for my coffee. And then that goddamned blonde with the big ass arrives and asks me to come back to the galley for a moment. She's smiling and I'm a seriously pissed pilot. It's not enough I save these bitches' jobs without even one of them stepping up to the plate afterwards to play ball, now they even want me to fetch my own coffee. I figure it's about time I let them know who's Captain on this plane. But when I get to the fo'ard galley all four of the attendants are in there, something I couldn't understand. Until Yvonne tells me that they've had a talk together about what happened in Tucson and they want to give me a sporting chance at a big reward. What was going to happen was that the girls were going to put up the four toilet seats in the plane before we landed and if I could land the 727 down without knocking any of the lids down, then all four of the stews would give me a blow job at the hotel that night.

"Gloria, I was holding a cup of coffee in my hand when Yvonne came out with this and I damned near spilled it all over me. Well, I did get a couple of drops on my shirt and suddenly I've got these four woman with paper towels all around me and stroking me and blowing in my ear and I'm looking over their heads and the passengers on a row on either side are watching all this, wide eyed, and every last one of them is a nun. Honest to God nuns, if you'll pardon the phrase, with those head coverings and long black dresses and they're watching their pilot getting sexed up by the entire cabin crew and for the first time in my life I'm pushing women away from me . . .

"What the hell are you laughing at, Gloria? Well, OK, I guess maybe it was kind of funny when I think back on it. But I knew I had to get out of there and get my mind on the job. And then I yelped like a puppy that's getting a noseful of its own crap as a toilet lesson.

"'You bitches', I said, 'You bitches! This is Craystown we're talking about here!'

"I was as mad as hell because I'd suddenly realized what a con job this all was. See, Gloria, Craystown is a horrible airport. The normal approach can't be used there because it's blocked off by a range of mountains. The only way you can get in is to slide down the hills like you're traveling on cables like a ski lift, and while that's happening you're skimming over and past hotels close enough to look into the top rooms. And then, when you get to the runway, you can't land where you'd normally land. You have to pull the nose of the plane up, keep flying down the centerline, drop the wheels behind what they call a 'displaced threshold', then slam into reverse thrust, lift your spoilers and put the wheel brakes hard on. Ask any commercial pilot the worst place in the country to try and make a featherweight landing and every one of them would nominate Craystown. And, of course, Yvonne and her crew knew that as well as I did. Indian givers . . !

"Another drink? Yeah sure. As long as you don't forget which hotel you're staying at. Be a hell of a shame if you had to stay here overnight, hey? My wife? Which one . . . doesn't matter, they've all moved on now anyway. There's just me and the bar and my yacht and the Cessna out at the airport. Want to come flying some time? You haven't seen coral reefs until you've seen them from the air.

"Anyway, let me tell you the crazy part of this story. I swear it's true though. First off, I went back for a leak halfway through the trip and all these nuns were grinning and smiling at me. There must have been a dozen of them, a dozen flying nuns and as I went into the john one of them called out. 'Mind you leave the seat up, Captain'. The another one called out: 'Don't worry, we're all praying for a smooth landing'. And she looked about twenty and had a face like an angel underneath that wimple or dimple or whatever the hell they call it. Christ, yes, one of the attendants must have let onto them about the reason for the scene in the galley and they were loving the deal. Me, I'd never been so embarrassed in my life . . . I mean, what other pilot has ever found himself getting razzed by a bunch of raunchy nuns when he goes for a piss?

"Here, grab hold of my hand, Gloria, before you fall off that seat from laughing. Yeah, maybe it sounds funny but at the time I was trying to figure out what would happen if this story got as far as the Vatican. Maybe I'd be the first pilot ever to be grounded by the Pope. It looked like even God was against me. Until the tower at Craystown gave me the local weather. Would you believe it, a forty knot headwind right down he middle of the runway. For the first time ever, Gloria, I really believed in the power of prayer. A gale of wind right down my throat would cut my ground speed way and hell back. That meant I could use full flap and if I was as good as I knew I was I could land that bird at just over a hundred knots as softly a piece of belly button lint dropping onto a jelly. Forty knots headwind, God love us all. You could fly into that airport for years and never have that kind of weather working for you.

"Did I make a good landing? With that kind of wind, and all those flying nuns back there praying for me and the thought of being orally stimulated by Ms Yvonne Page and her fellow workers? Gloria, it was the best landing of my career. There's never been a smoother landing at Craystown since the Navy stopped flying airships back there in 1948. Lady, you've smacked that silk blouse of yours harder with an iron than I hit the runway that day. Even I wasn't sure exactly when we went from flying to rolling. Then I was pickling on the brakes as gently as an invitation to stroke Dolly Parton's tits and even with the door closed I could hear those nuns back there cheering me . . . What's that, Gloria?

"No, I don't know what the rest of the passengers thought. I do know my co-pilot was baffled by it all and pissed again because I'd taken the landing myself instead of letting him do it. Anyway there was no arguing about who was handling the 727 on the ground. Co-pilots get to fly some of the time but only the captain is allowed to touch that little old steering wheel connected to the nose wheel. Especially with those toilet seats still up and with somebody having to keep them that way until we'd stopped.

"I turned off that runway about as carefully as if I'd got a rattlesnake asleep in my lap. I crawled along the taxiways cursing every lousy contractor who'd ever left a concrete ripple in any of them, and I could hear Yvonne and another attendant in the front jump seats giggling at each other, even with the cockpit door closed. Oh yeah, and the guy in the ramp tower was telling me to get the lead out. So screw him as well. Then I saw our ramp agent up ahead of us, waving his flashlight to bring us alongside the concourse. I crept towards him about as slowly as a 727 has ever traveled anywhere, anytime, and the agent was waving his arms like a referee giving a touch down signal and I knew he was wondering if this plane is ever going to get parked up. Well, screw him too. When I finally parked the 727 alongside the concourse I would have made a snail eating a cabbage leaf look like a hit and run driver. I'd aged about a year in one landing, I'd sweated off pounds in stress but I thought there was a good chance those toilet seats might still be up.

"So, I went back and those goddamn nuns were still there and grinning at me -- I thought I was going to have to call in a security squad to drag them off the plane. Whatever, not one of them moved an inch as that bitch Yvonne opened the john doors and showed me the seats, smiling all over her face. I nearly fainted -- each one, all four of them, had been secured up with strips of scotch tape. 'We were going to do it for you anyway,' she said to me, "We never thought you could make a soft landing here and we just wanted to make you sweat for it a little. But as soon as I bought the tape dispenser out of the galley some of the good sisters grabbed it. They've been scuttling in and out of the toilet spaces taping the seats up right up until we began the descent . . . can you believe that?"

"I could hardly believe a word of it, Gloria. I could have slam dunked that goddamned 727 onto the tarmac and the bloody toilet seats would still have stayed up. And then this chief nun, or whatever, the eldest one anyway, she gets the others moving out like she's a Marine Gunnery Sergeant giving orders and as she leaves she turns around and smiles at me and says: "Captain, I never really knew what they meant by flying the friendly skies until today. Thank you for a very interesting trip . . .

"Sure, what's the question, honey?

"What's a dead dog switch? It's the switch that turns on the heaters in the cargo compartment. It costs a lot of money to run them but if you need to -- well, it's real bad news if some passenger comes to collect fido or pussy and all you've got for them is a furry popsicle. Public relationswise, you'd be better off crashing the plane and burning the passengers than freezing a hold full of pets to death. Which brings us to the question of switches in general. See, I turn this switch here and those metal shutters at the windows roll down. This switch here, that turns on some subdued lighting and gets the romantic music whispering right along. And this switch here, that locks the door and illuminates the 'bar closed' sign -- now we can't be disturbed . . . "

"Why? Well, I figure I've got already got all the customers I need in here already -- any more would be a crowd . . .

"The police? Sure, you can call the cops, except they'll be on their siesta time right now. And I hear they've already used up their government gas allowance for this month and it's a long way to walk out here from the town. So why not leave then in peace and let me ply you with free booze in return for some cheap thrills? I mean, come on, counselor, a gal with a body like yours must have dreamed at some time or another of doing a striptease in a tropical bar in front a appreciative audience -- and, I give you my word, I'd certainly appreciate it. After all, who lets a few pieces of material get in the way of a great friendship?

"OK, so think about it. Here, have another drink while you're deciding. And no, the name is Four Johns Johnson, not four flusher Johnson. I mean, this is a fair deal, right? I entertain you with a story, you entertain me with anything that naturally comes to hand. Like Yvonne and the other girls did. "

"Sure, I'd be happy to tell you, but if only I could be encouraged by that top button coming undone . . . even from here I can some serious cleavage . . . Yes, honey, that button right there . . . now, isn't that cooler . . . no, hotter? You'd better keep going then. . . .

"Yeah, they came to my hotel room almost as soon as they could after we'd checked in. I'd had a shower, put on a robe and I was looking at the TV without any idea of what I was actually seeing while I was trying to work out how serious Yvonne and the girls had been. Maybe it was all a big joke after all. Then there was a knock on the door and there they were, walking into my room, all four of them. 'I thought you might prefer it if we were still had our uniforms on,' Yvonne said. 'Is that all right? And did you want us all together, or did you want to make different times like a dentist? Shall I pour out some drinks, captain, while you're thinking about it?'

"So imagine me standing there and watching these girls making themselves drinks and they've got their company uniforms on with the pleated skirts and stiff white shirts and dark stockings and they're smiling at me and I'm feeling like I've just stepped out into the passenger cabin with nothing but a short robe on and the plane is still full of nuns. Incidentally, Gloria, the view with that top button undone is great . . . how about that next one as well . . . and I'll just turn on the overhead fan so the breeze can go all the way down there . . . Where was I? . . . Oh sure . . ."

"Then Yvonne started introducing the others to me. The blonde was Anne, and she had a turned up nose and real bright blue eyes and all that short fair hair teased out in different directions, and she was real cute. Then there was Caddie and she was a short plump little homebody with glasses -- a real PTA type. I couldn't believe she was a volunteer to go down on some strange guy. She seemed more likely to want to knit me a sweater. Funny thing was though, somebody had given my John Thomas a friendly squeeze in that crush in the galley and Caddie had been the closest to him at the time. But it was hard to tell which of them had made the low pass . . . And then last and certainly not least was Jill. Jill was black, she wearing pearl earstuds and a pearl necklace, she was laughing a lot and she had a pair of tits underneath her jacket -- well, how the hell she got her life jacket on over them for the ditching drills at the training pool, I don't know. Maybe the safety instructor just figured she could float forever with what nature had already given her . . .

"My God, Gloria that's a push up bra you've got there and it has to be a D, it has to be. Lady, it's been a long time since I've seen a pair of cups so overflowing with the milk of human kindness -- well, OK, as near to human as a lawyer can be. Say, is that a front hook I see before me? You wouldn't care to lean forward just a little here, would you? Just to see if I've still got the knack of undoing those things . .

"Did I have any better lines at the hotel? To be honest, honey, it wasn't my greatest moment as a lover. If you'd said I was a bit frightened of those gals it wouldn't have been a total lie. It was Yvonne who got things started. She told me to go into the bedroom and lie down -- without the robe. So I did and I was lying there stark naked as the four women come in and stood around me. Then Jill, the black lady, she began undoing the buttons down the front of her shirt and then the others all started doing the same thing as well, even homebody Caddie.

"No, that's it, not another word unless you lean forward and let me try my luck on that hook . . . come on, honey -- have a holiday to remember. Come on, come to daddy . . . got it, first try. Oh God, they're so beautiful . . . here we go with a tip for the bar staff . . . one here . . . and one here . . . hmmmm . . . Gloria, how about pouring yourself another drink, seeing as I have my hands full right now . . . The story . . . ? Sure, sure.

"So, there was my entire cabin crew, undoing the tops of their skirts and taking off those crisp white shirts, and I'm looking down the barrels of four bras. Jill had one with big white cups, a real heavy duty job, which I guessed she needed, and the blonde had a lemon colored C outfit with plenty of cleavage showing. Yvonne was showing off a real sexy push up number, a red one and I suddenly wondered if she had on those red panties I'd seen at Tucson and that was enough to start getting me stiff. Caddie started giggling first, I remember that. She was just wearing an ordinary every day white bra but she was as plump up front as she was everywhere else and they had to be CC . . . I said something like: You gals really are grateful to me, then?' And they grinned at me and Yvonne said I'd find out how grateful they were for still having their jobs . . .

"Hey, Gloria, if you were to stand up on the bar rail, I could plant a little kiss right on these two hot nipples of yours . . . that's it, higher, higher -- good enough . . . hold it there and brrr . . . hey, what a taste . . .

"Yeah, well, Yvonne picked up her purse and opened it. She said their name tags were inside and I was to take them out and that was going to be the pecking order -- yeah, that was what she said. The first girl I drew, that was the first one to start with me and every time I clicked my fingers, that meant changeover time. I could have anything I wanted, but a fuck was an optional extra. I only got one of those if the lady agreed to it. But that was the challenge, to see if I could get any of them so turned on they'd fuck with me with all the others watching the action. So, I put my hand in the purse and got out a name tag and it was Jill's that came out first, then Caddie's, then Yvonne's and then Anne's. And I'm like still trying to believe this was happening and then Jill hitched up her skirt and knelt down on the end of the bed and snapped her bra straps. 'With or without?' she asked me and I said "Without' like my throat was full of concrete, and Yvonne got in back of Jill and undid her bra and Jill slid it off and . . . God!

"You know, what, Gloria, I've always had this urge, whenever I've seen a girl in one of flight uniforms, to rub my fingers around the backs of their knees, just below the hem of the skirt. And the strange thing was, even with that fantastic pair of titties right there, I wanted to do that to Jill. So I had her kneel down across her chest with her back to me and I rubbed her behind her knees while she gave me a gentle hand job. Then I reached up and grabbed her boobs and they were so big I felt I had a pair of bolsters in my hands. Maybe they were too big, not like yours here . . .

"Put you down, honey? Sure -- just unfasten the top of your shorts and push them down below the top of the bar. I want to see if you're a natural blonde. Of course I'll let you sit down again afterwards, as long as you're naked down to your knees . . . OK, take as long as you like to make up your mind and I'll just give you a little bite here . . . yeah . . . and another one here . . . just while I tell the story . . .

"So, then I clicked my fingers because I still didn't think that Caddie would even let me touch her and I wanted to find out what would happen. And the next thing I knew she was lying on the bed on her stomach with her hand around my shaft and licking up and down it. What was more, she was fluttering her eyelids at me through those glasses like a houri in a harem and I suddenly realized that if there's one girl in this crowd who seems willing to have her pussy pounded in front of one and all, it's little homemaker Caddie . . . so I told her to stand up and get her panties off because I'm going to sixty nine her next time. Then I had Anne sit on my chest and facing me as she took her bra off while I massaged the backs of her knees. I managed to get my hands up underneath her tight skirt as far as that swell ass while she was holding her nipples out for me to suck. And there was Yvonne standing there watching all this and I'm thinking it's taken about five minutes and I haven't even touched her yet and already the scene is as wild as some kind of a Roman orgy . . . it was true, it was totally true, these woman had me marked down as somebody they all owed a real big favor to. . .

"Hey, if I stand to the side here, Gloria, you can watch yourself in the bar mirror as you pull down your shorts. Yeah, that's it, shorts first and then your panties afterwards. Pretend you're being auditioned as a stripper . . . yeah, that's right, you're going to be a stripper and now you're pushing the waistband of those shorts all the way down your legs . . . that's pretty good. You've never been a stripper . . . or maybe a playboy bunny, or something like that . . .? Yeah, you've got the talent to be a cockteaser. Like Yvonne . . .

"No, she didn't tease me that time. I got her to take off her skirt and she was wearing those crotchless cami-knickers and I suggested she kneel down by my side. That way I could hold her hair with one hand and make sure she swallowed everything she could while I got my fingers into her cunt. And Anne, cute little blonde Anne, she produced a huge vibrator out of her purse and began running it around Yvonne's nipples and then along her pussy when I took my hand away . . . And there was nose-in-the-air stockbroker Yvonne writhing around with her pink ass cheeks high up in the air instead of her nose and going down on me like a tigress killing a deer . . . then Caddie put a rubber on me and rolled it down with her mouth, her and Jill taking turn and turn about with Yvonne. If God wants me to spend eternity like that it'll be the next best thing to flying . . .

"OK, Gloria, now those cute little white panties. All the way down until you can see your cunt hairs in the mirror . . . no need to be shy, all I have to do is to squeeze just a little bit harder and you'll want to do it . . . good girl. Just think, of all the bars in all the world you're going to get fucked in mine . . ."

"Which of the stews did I fuck first . . ? I haven't said yet that I fucked any of them. But I did. I had them all kneel down in a row on the bed while I went up and down the line snapping my fingers. Every time I snapped them the next girl on the list had to get her ass way up while I tongued her, gave her the length of the vibrator, and then followed through with a few strokes of my cock to keep her steamed up. God, it was hard work but it was fun. I couldn't resist having Jill first though, not when I'd finally got myself comfortably fitted in behind her. I'd managed to get her positioned in front of a mirror so I could see those huge black tits wobbling more and more the harder I fucked her, and I got completely fascinated with watching them, seeing if there was any way I could get them swinging in counter rotating circles. I couldn't though, so I got the other girls to grab hold of them and try it but they kept giggling and fooling around. Anne wouldn't do it though, and I was kind of surprised because I'd marked her down as the hottest one of the bunch despite appearances. But then she broke the rules by kneeling down behind me and licking my balls even though I was still busy with Jill. Still, she was the next on the list anyway . . .

"Hey, you're a cheat, Gloria. Some of your hair is dyed and I don't think it's this patch down her. Let's see if any comes off on my fingers . . . no, I think this is the natural stuff. Talking of cheating, where's your partner . . . yeah? And how long have you been on the island on your own? Only one day -- then I hope you'll recommend us to your travel agent as an exciting and romantic destination . . . that's right, put your hands on my shoulders as I have a mouthful of tit here . . . and here. Standing on tiptoe on the bar rail is uncomfortable? No problem, lean forward, all the way . . . that's right, with those lovely tits hanging down on my side of the bar. Jees, Gloria, do you look good in that position -- you've really been called to the bar now. So, if I just unzip my pants and get close to you like this, you can open your mouth and make an opening address, right . . . Yeah, right. And don't forget, the door switch is here at my hand. If I move it the doors will open and I suppose one or two of the usual guys will come wandering in. If they find you like this, ass up and briefs down, there might be a queue forming to take advantage of your services, pro bono and certainly pro bone. That's the way, Gloria, you're trying very well. Just keep sucking and pretend it's a ripe mango. Old, maybe, but still ripe.

"You know how I motivated myself after I'd finished with Jill? I got a heavy steel ruler out of my flight bag and gave it to her, then I had the other girls lean over the back of a couch while Jill gave them some slaps on their rumps with the ruler. Then I'd go down the line and give each of them a suck of my cock while Jill partnered me on the other side of the couch with the vibrator. Hell, I never expected the batteries to last as long as they did . . . it would have made a great TV ad for Duracell . . . God, Gloria, that's great. Now open your mouth wider and move it faster.

"In case you're wondering, yes, I screwed all four of them. Yvonne was great but Caddie made the most noise and I'd have to say that Anne had the tightest cunt. As for Jill, I've never seen a rack that swung quite as free and wide . . . The girls made me book off sick at 0200 that morning. They said I wouldn't be in a fit state to fly come dawn and they were surely right about that . . . good luck, ladies, and thanks for the memories. . . . ahh . . . God, Gloria, this is it . . . I'm coming, coming . . . happy landings, kid!"

THE END

5 Star lessons - Part 3

5 Star lessons - Part 3 [part 3 of 4]
By: Morphy

5 Star lessons - Part 3

Hi, Rachel here again. I started working for Brenda and Joe about a month ago and I still have not had sex with them again. Brenda told me that she was planning a big party and wanted me to have a healthy sexual appetite. Well since I used to masturbate at least twice a day I think I do have such an appetite but Brenda was insistent that I should not touch my cunt or cum at all until the night of the party.

That was easy for her to say but I hear her and Joe fucking most nights and on other nights they invite me into their bedroom to sit and watch them fucking each other's brains out. Joe gets me to strip naked and sit in a large comfy chair at the foot of their king-size bed and watch all that they get up to - and that is quite a lot and quite often. I have to look on as he fucks Brenda with his huge cock. In her cunt, up her ass, in her mouth. He cums on her face and tits, in her cunt, in her anus, down her throat and all I get to do is sit there with my cunt dripping wet and not being able to touch myself. Some nights he cums on me too which I enjoy but would really like to have his cock inside me, fucking my cunt. I would like to have Brenda lick my cunt and fuck me with the dildo she uses to fuck Joe's ass with. Once he got me to suck him and swallow all of his spunk while Brenda egged him on telling him what a slut I was and the she slapped my hand away from my cunt when I started to play with my clit. She told me that my cunt should stay untouched until their friends came to the house. Joe also likes to rub his cock in my face after he has fucked Brenda, something I like a lot. I get to lick Brenda's cunt juice and I like the sensation of humiliation when he does it. It makes my cunt leak even more juices down the top of my legs.

They even watch pornos sometimes when they are fucking too which just adds to my frustration. It is bad enough watching Brenda and Joe fucking and sucking each other but I have to watch porn at the same time. Usually it is Brenda's favourite of black men and a white woman, usually a young blonde like me. Brenda says that she will know if I masturbate as they have cameras in every room so I keep my hands away from my cunt, tempted as I am.

Thankfully the party they spoke about is planned for the weekend, two days away, so Brenda tells me. She says that a number of people are coming to the house; mostly men and that I will be the main attraction. She asks if I would like that. Given how randy I feel I tell her that I really looking forward to meeting their friends and will be happy for Brenda, Joe and their friends to do whatever they want with me. Brenda seems very pleased with that reply and tells me what a delightful slut I am and that she will make sure that I will get a weekend to remember.

On the Friday night Brenda told me to come to their room at 7:30 so that they could get me ready for the party. When I went into their room Brenda was already naked and Joe had on his robe. She ordered me to strip and when I was also naked she told me to put on the clothes she had laid out on their bed for me. I first put on the black lace bra. As I put it on, I noticed that there were holes at the front. Brenda stepped forward and pulled my nipples through, squeezing them as she did so to make sure they stuck out of the holes. Next I put on the pair of black lace stay ups. Just like the night at the hotel having them on my legs made me feel really sexy. The other items on the bed were a pair of black 5- inch high heels. After I put them on Brenda moved close to me and ran her fingers along my slit. She told her husband that he was right, that I liked dressing up, showing off my young body to them and was more than ready to be fucked. Joe took off his robe revealing his huge hard-on. He moved his hand up and down the shaft as he walked towards me. Both he and Brenda bent down and grabbed a tit each and bit my nipples. When they stood up they told me to bend over and each slapped my ass cheeks. They spanked me a couple of times each and as they did so they told me to be good for their guests, to do as I was told and to refuse nobody anything. I was not sure what they meant but I was in the mood to do anything for everybody.

The doorbell went so they went downstairs and told to stay up in their room until I was called for. Not long after that Brenda came back up and told me that they were all ready for me. She took me into a room I had not been in before and there were six men plus Joe, four of whom were black and another two women. All of them were naked and were sitting on large mattresses on the floor laid about the room. There was some kissing going on but not much more than that. Brenda introduced me to them as the new girl and that I was theirs for the night. One of the women came forward and took my hand and led me across to where one of the black men was lying. She lay me down and told Earl to lick my cunt. He pushed my legs apart and started to suck my cunt lips. Very soon and was gushing cunt juice into his mouth as he licked my cunt and moved his tongue around on my clitoris. The woman then told the other black men to pull my tits and to feed their cocks into my mouth. In turns I was able to suck one black cock after the other, alternating between the three I had on offer before my face. Earl stopped licking my cunt and knelt between my legs. I looked down and saw how big his cock was, it both long and thick and I knew I was going to enjoy getting fucked by him. He pushed his cock into me and I felt so full. Once he was all the way in he slowly pulled out again until it was almost out altogether. Then he slammed into me and started pumping in and out real fast.

As he was fucking me on of the other guys stuck his cock in my mouth and told me to suck his big black cock. As these two guys were filling two of my holes the other two black men masturbated their cocks as near to my tits as they could. All of this time Brenda was telling them what to do, telling them to fuck me like the slut I was. I could just see past the three black guys around me and saw Brenda getting fucked doggie style by one of the other white guys while the other one straddled her back, riding her bare-back and sticking a finger up her ass at the same time. On my other side Joe was lying on his back with one of the women fucking herself on his cock while the other sat on his face obviously getting her cunt licked. This was one big fuck-in and the night had just started.

Earl started to grunt that he was about to cum. Brenda told his to fuck me and to fill me with his spunk. He did just that, I could feel him spurting up inside me and then he pulled out. Brenda told the other guys to get out of the way and ordered me to lick Earl clean. The man I had been sucking then moved between my legs and stuck his black cock in me too. His was shorter but was certainly thicker and I squeezed my cunt muscles round it. He came very soon after he bean fucking me, quite a disappointment but he told me that he would be back soon to give me some more. Brenda came across and told me to lower my cunt onto Ross's black cock. Ross had stopped playing with my tits and was now lying on his back with his big cock standing up in the air. Brenda pushed me forward and I then felt the fourth black man, Sam, start to lick my anus. He then began to push a finger into my ass. It was tight and I winced when he did this. Joe who had by then also come across handed him some lube which he must had put on his finger, I could not see behind my back. He pushed his finger in again and this time it felt good. He moved his finger in and out as Ross continued to fuck my cunt. Joe then came round the front and fed me his cock which I sucked and licked. I then guessed that Sam was going to fuck my ass because something bigger that his finger began to push into my anus. With Joe's cock in my mouth and Ross's big black cock in my cunt I was so turned on I wanted Sam to get his cock in my ass. Brenda told all of them to fuck me. She told them to fuck me real hard. The two women came over and started to suck and bite my tits. That's when I started to cum, if Joe's cock had not been in my mouth I am sure I would have screamed. The orgasm flowed right through me and Brenda pointed this out to everyone. Look at the slut cumming, fuck her harder, fuck her till she is full of cum, squeeze Rachel's tits. That set Joe off because he came in my mouth, he came loads and although I tried to swallow most of it he had so much spunk some of it fell out of my mouth. Ross and Sam started to cum soon after that. Ross started first cumming in my cunt as he shouted he was spunking in me Sam grabbed my hips and really rammed his cock into me filling my anus with his cum.

Not only had I had my first black cock but I had four at the one time. I felt great and I wanted more sex. Brenda had been right to suggest I remained celibate for a month. She said that it was time for me to get some white cock now.

Brenda's notes: Rachel was as much as a cock slut as I guessed she would be. That first night she looked so good dressed as she was in the black underwear we had bought for her. The way she took the four black cocks and Joe's all at the same time showed promise for the other things we had planned for her. She was as supple as Joe had said she looked and I wanted to see her get fucked even more before the night was over.

Waitress Duty

Waitress Duty
By: Sarah (earlybirdabdn@yahoo.co.uk)

I was not having a good day. . . if fact, it was fucking rotten. I had expected it to be an exciting evening of treats and thrills and instead it was bloody nightmare.

"Ow!" I yelled, as another hand pinched my exposed ass. I had to try hard not to drop the plates I was carrying; it was difficult enough waitressing for the first time ever, without having do it half-naked and whilst being molested by a randy stag-party.

I bent over and laid out the plates on the table. In anticipation of a kinky night of passion, I'd worn my tight black corset beneath my now long-gone dress - my already impressive 36G chest was squeezed and enhanced and each boob was as big as my head. It was supposed to have been for my boyfriends eyes only. . . I shot back as a hand grabbed at my breast.

SMACK!

My head hit the wooden beam above the table. I bent over again, grabbing my sore head, when another hand slapped my bottom hard. Instinctively, I shot up again.

WHACK!

"OWW!" - bend back over. . .

SPLAT!

This time when I rocked forward, someone push my face down, right into their messy curry. The table erupted in laughter, as did half the resturant.

"Here, let me clean that off!" Everyone around carefully wiped the food from my chest, leaving my face covered. This was not my plan for the evening at all. . .

Three hours ago, I had been looking forward to a really fun evening. I was dressed up to the nines and had my best corset and stockings on. I was even wearing my Mum's old faux-fur coat. It had all started to go wrong when we got to the restaurant. . .

"Real?" The girl at the door hissed at me as she took my coat, revealing my corset enhanced cleavage. "Of course!" I replied, my chest is all my own, not a hint of silicone in the 36G bust. "Bitch!" she hissed back, but I was used to skinny waifs being jealous.

"Ow!" She had kicked my ankle in passing. "Fur is murder!" she spat, holding my coat at arms length. "Oh. . .no, that's no what I mea. . " I started. . .

"AAARGH!" Her stiletto heel actually put a hole in my new shoes!

I limped to the table, trying hard not to worry if she'd actually broken anything. I thought things were getting better; the menu looked good and the waiter actually spoke to my face! Of course, he split the soup all down my front and virtually licked it off, but I was used to that sort of thing.

"Isn't that your coat?", my boyfriend asked, raising his eyes above my cleavage for once. I spun round in my chair, looking over at the pegs by the side of the kitchens. "Yes!" I replied, looking over my shoulder. Someone had lifted it off the peg and was rifling through the pockets. I jumped to my feet, my boyfriend leapt up as well, and we both started running towards the kitchen. Whoever it was saw us, and started running too, still carrying my coat. It's hard to run in heels, and the underwear wasn't designed for althetics, so very quickly I was passed by my partner. We followed the thief through the kitchen, and they flew out the firedoors at the back. They were swinging shut again after my boyfriend, but I just made it through as well. . .

SMACK!

My whole body was catapulted back into the solid metal door, knocking all the wind out of me. One of my dress straps was caught in the firedoor opening mechanism! I watched helplessly as my man disappeared down the back alley after the coat thief. I pulled it hard, but it must have be trapped tight. Damn it!

Fortunately, I thought, someone came back along the alleyway. "Hey!" I called, "Can you help me free?" I recognised the man from the restaurant; he was the manager if I remembered correctly. He frowned at me in a most unfriendly manner.

"Why should I do that?" He snapped, then slapped me hard across the face. I clasped my stinging cheek, "What?!"

"We don't take kindly to people who run off without paying!" He slapped me again, on the other side. "But. . .I. . ."

"No Buts! Give me the money and I might not call the police. . ."

"It was all in my coat!" I pleaded. "If you just let me out, I'll get my boyfriend and he'll pay, I swear!"

"Let you out. . . sure. . . why I don't I open the door, turn my back and count to ten? Will you pay me in magic beans?! You're coming with me, now. If you can't pay, you'll work it off!"

He yanked at my dress, and it started to tear. "Careful!" I shouted, but to no avail, he tore it plain off, leaving me in just my underwear. The manager looked me up and down for a second; the tight black corset pushed my huge tits up and my slim waist in, I had very small black knickers and silk stockings. He shrugged, and thumped me hard in the stomach.

"Boyfriend indeed, " he mubbled to himself, "we have enough whores in this area as it is. . . "

So. . . he decided dishwashing wasn't humilating enough, and made me wait tables in my underwear. When the stag party arrived, he almost pissed himself laughing. I was their "special" waitress - and they all thought it was planned!

When the policewoman arrived, I thought the bastard had reported me afterall. But it was worst than that. . .

"Hey, bitch, I'm the stripper her; you fuck off!"

"No, I'm just a waitress, well, actually, I'm not even . . . ", she was striding towards me, "I. . ."

SMACK!

A proper right hook to the face, the lads all cheered as I crumpled to the ground. I accidently pulled on her trousers as I tried to stand up.

WHACK!

She kicked me back down, "I don't do lesbo stuff neither!" The lads cheered again as I fell back down. I struggled to my feet, careful not to touch her again. . .

"Look. . ." I started. . ."I'm not a str.."

"So, Bitch!" she interupted, "I ain't interested in sharing." She turned to the stag party. "Who's the stripper here? Me or her?!" The guys all laughed, one of the shrugged - "Whoever gets their kit off first!" he grinned.

Before I could respond, the cry of "Cat-fight!" and "Winner takes all!" came up from the table, and the stripper pounced. It was never fair. . .

THUMP! SMACK! SLAP! KICK! PUNCH!

I tried to avoid it but she was virtually a pro. And then. . . with a single almightly yank, SNAP!, my corset tore in two and my boobs leapt out. The whole restaurant cheered as my exposed breasts shook to a halt. Even before I could cover them, the stripper had my arms behind my back and was thrusting my chest forwards towards the drooling guys. Mobiles clicked, cameras flashed as she paraded my topless body round the room. Every guy had a chance to squeeze my tits and grope my ass.

"Hey", one of the Stag party again, "We paid premium. . . ". The stripper laughed, and hissed in my ear. "Premium means you suck him. . . "

"No . . I. . .NO!"

I tried to fight her, but she kept smacking me, and she dragged me up onto the table. The groom, standing on the table surrounded by all the folks with cameras, already had his flies down. . .Everybody watched, eagarly pawing me, as I gave "premium".

Nobody heard the door open. . . "Sarah, I got your coat, the little bast. . ."

SLUUUURP! POP! I saw my boyfriend standing at the door, just like me his mouth wide open. "Honey, it's not what you think!"

"OHHHH!" went the groom. . . SPLAT!

"OOOOHHHHH!!!"

I had stopped, but he hadn't. . . into my mouth, all over my face, my tits, even my stockings.

Without a thought to my condition, I jumped off the table and ran to the door. By the time I got to the street, my boyfriends car was already moving.

"SHIT!" I shouted, drawing the attention of the few people who weren't already staring at my still bouncing breasts, cream-covered face, virtually naked ass and messy stockings. The road was filled with people, which included a bus load of school kids and at least four Japanese tourist with video cameras.

I turned and headed back into the restaurant, just in time to see the door slam in my face - SMASH! - knocking me back onto my ass. . .

I had no coat, no money, I was wearing only knickers and stockings, had sticky white mess all over my face and body,and no choice but walk home, watched, laughed at and filmed by everyone. And even THEN I didn't get home easily, but that's another story. . .

more fun with Toni's mom or so I thought

more fun with Toni's mom or so I thought [part 4 of 4]
By: wordlover

It was 5 am when I woke up and my cock was hard enough to hold up a ten pound weight, I got up and showered and thought about jerking off but the the thought of finally fucking Joann's sweet ass at the lake had me thinking I would wait.

I got to the ranch at about 8:30 and saddled a horse and mounted up and headed into the trees, I couldn't believe my luck with Toni much less with Joann, I rode high in the saddle feeling pretty proud of myself and as I rode I thought back to the first time I had seen Joann.

It was when I was about 15 I think and my father had started to work for her dad and I would tag along, I had seen Toni around school and she was starting to fill out pretty well, when I was at there place Toni and I started to talk about the school year and we had hit it off pretty well, nothing sexuall, more just good friends, her mom came around the barn and I think my mouth fell open because Toni slapped my arm, and called me a perv, " thats my stepmom you sick fuck".. "hey for a mom she is not bad" she laughed and we went about our way, although I did look over my shoulder and watched Joann walk away, wow what a nice ass...

As I got closer to the cabin at the lake I started to get nervous, I am not sure why but none the less I was.

I tied my horse up behind the cabin and scoopped some grain for him out of the big bucket and slowly looked around, she wasnt here yet so I went inside and looked around, on the table I found a note that said I was to strip, blindfold myself and lay on the bed, which was a blow up mattress that I had not seen before.

I did as I was told and about ten minutes later I heard the door creaking and then it closed, it was yet another two or three minutes before I felt the mattress move and then I felt a hot tongue lick my ear and a soft moan, my cock jumped to attention and my heart raced, she straddled my stomach and tied my wrists together and then tied them to something on the wall. Next was my ankles and my legs were spread to the corners of the mattress and hung off the edges slightly.

Next she started to blow air on my cock and run her finger nails up under my nutsack, it was torture and pleasure all at the same time, I pulled on the ropes and wanted to get loose and grab her and fuck her brains out but to no avail, I was tied tight and cound not get free.

I felt her lips slowly engulf my cock and nibble the head slowly, her hand the squeezed the just below the head and her hand went really fast jerking me off and then she let go, I pleaded with her to fuck me, I heard her chuckle but it was from the other side of the room, I asked who else was here but got no response.

My cock started to deflate fast but she put it back into her mouth and sucked hard and fast and at that point I didnt give a shit who was watching, she then shifted and I felt her shins come across my arms and I could tell her pussy was above my face, I tried to raise up but she pushed me back down, her warm moist mouth was back on my cock and then her soft wet pussy was in my mouth, she was rubbing it back and forth practicly smothering me but what a way to go.

There was something familiar about her pussy and the way she sucked my cock and I knew it wasnt Joann, I then felt a condom being slid over my cock and she slid her pussy down across my stomach and sat over my cock and slowly I felt it enter, the feeling was great even with the thin rubber on, she rode me for a long time very slow and very eroticly untill I moaned that I was cumming and she started to fuck me hard slamming her pussy down on me, how she stayed on I don't know but she did, I was pretty sure it was Toni, "Toni is that you"?

She got up and I heard some rustling around and then the door opened and closed.

I layed there for what seemed like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes and I heard the door open again and she came to the side of the bed, kneeled down and slowly removed my blindfold, it was Joann.

"Bobby I thought I told you not to fuck my daughter"?

" Joann I thought it was you I swear" she then lowered the blindfold back down and I felt hot air at my ear again, and then I felt something being ran up my leg and across my balls and up my cock and knew it was Joann's riding crop, she slapped it lightly across my nipples and I jumped a little, my cock, even though just spent, was slowly rising.

I had no idea what the hell these two were up to, but my cock knew it was having the time of it's life.

Joann whispered in my ear that she and Toni had always wanted to fuck the same guy and she thought that maybe I would not mind being there toy, "So you were just fucking with me the whole time Joann"?

"Yes Bobby, so to speak, yes we were just fucking with you"

"You see Toni has wanted to fuck for sometime but I insisted it be safe and with someone I trusted"

"Are you mad Bobby, should I be punished for what I have done Bobby"

She untied me and I took off the blindfold, she sat there with a pout on her face saying she was sorry for tricking me into thinking I was fucking her while I was actually giving it to Toni.

I thought to myself what the hell I would give her some of the same so I grabbed her and pinned her to the bed beneath me, I locked my mouth onto her breast and sucked hard causing her niplpe to get hard, I bit down and pulled it and let it snap out of my mouth, she faked an ouch and I could tell she was getting very horny so I grabbed the ropes and tied her hands as she squirmed, I grabbed her legs and pushed them up to her chest and dove right into her gaping gash and fucked her with my tongue untill it was sore I even let it wander down to her ass.

I was about to ramm my cock in her sweet cunt when I thought I should turn her over and give her a good ass fucking to teach her not to fuck with me. I rolled her over and put my arm under her stomach and lifted till she up on her knees.

"What are you doing Bobby"?

"I am going to fuck you up this sweet ass of yours Joann and you are going to love it"

I rubbed my cock along her dripping wet cunt and put some on my finger pushed it up her bung. Her ass opened up and she moaned, I slid another finger in and then spit on my hand and rubbed my cock with it, I slowly rubbed it along her asshole and pushed it until it broke thru the feeling was incredible, I just let the head rest just inside until she looked over her shoulder and said " Come on fucker teach me a lesson fuck my ass do it fuck it hard mmm"

I pushed it in slowly at first and had to spit on it for lube until it was all the way in and started to push in and out, her spasming was that of a woman possessed, she really liked it up the ass and I think the fact that she was tied up added to her excitement.

I looked at her face and she looking at the window smiling and when I looked over I saw Toni grinning back, I shot my load up her stepmoms ass and reached around and pinched her nipples hard, I collapsed on top of Joann and rolled to the side, she looked at me and said that this was only the beginning of a very rewarding relationship[ between three very horny people, Toni then came into the cabin and laid down on the other side of me, put her head on my chest and we all fell asleep........

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