Ceras makes a deal
I changed into a thin black sweater that clung to my body and accentuated my breasts and some loose tan slacks. I had just enough time to throw one of the pre-made bread loaves I had thawed in the refrigerator into the oven when I heard the doorbell ring. The real estate agent had insisted we put a loaf of bread into the oven before every showing to give the house a 'homey' smell.
I opened the front door and saw a well-dressed man in a blue shirt and red striped tie, wearing a blazer with brass buttons and gray slacks. He was slender and his dark hair was graying at the temples. He had a five o'clock shadow. I could smell a faint scent of cologne on the breeze that blew into the door. I sensed he was sizing me up as well. I was wondering if the clingy sweater was the right choice. I noticed that his gaze lingered for a moment on my chest.
"Hi, I'm James Smith," he said with the same deep voice I had heard on the phone earlier. I extended my hand to him and, like a gentleman, he took my hand into his and shook it lightly.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, my name is Ceras Victoria. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Please, call me Jim," he said with a smile.
"Sure. If you'll call me 'Ceras,' it's a deal." I motioned him into the house and closed the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? We don't have much – bottled water, or bottled water?"
"Let me see . . . I'll have bottled water," he said. I directed him into the living room to take a seat on one of the two remaining chairs while I got his water from the refrigerator. As he opened his water I sat down opposite him.
"Well, here's the thing," he began. "As you real estate agent probably told you already, I like your house. It has the room I need, I like the layout and the neighborhood is great. Nice and quiet. I have to ask, though, what is with the attic fan?" We talked for the next few minutes about the need for the fan to keep the air circulating in the attic to prevent mildew and a couple of other little oddities in the house.
As we talked I found myself looking deeply into his eyes, and felt him doing the same to me. Or maybe I was imagining it. As I shifted my legs to adjust my position in the chair I realized that my sex was moistening; I was getting wet just talking with this man in my nearly-empty living room. As I answered his questions I was thinking more about my flowing pussy and that I would need to finger myself after this man left the house.
"That all sounds good," Jim said. "I think that I can probably meet your asking price with a few stipulations."
"What 'stipulations' might those be," I asked. My thoughts had been drifting so the sexual and I snapped back into reality when I realized what Jim was saying.
"I'll get to that in a minute. First... how long has your house been on the market?" he asked.
"Ah, it's been listed for about two-months."
"It's a tough housing market right now, isn't it? There is a lot out there in this price range. Your real estate agent let on that you haven't had too many 'second looks.' In fact, he said that I'm the first one in a month." He stopped and looked at me.
"That's right," I said. I wasn't sure where he was heading with this. He sat up and pulled his chair much closer to mine, so that we were face-to-face, about two-feet apart. My senses felt like they were on alert as he moved into my personal space. I also realized that my sexual heat had instantly increased with the closeness and that my fluid was flowing from my vaginal opening and beginning to soak the crotch of my panties. I knew from the tension of my breasts against my bra that my nipples had hardened into points that were probably visible through the thin black sweater. A furtive glance by Jim down to my chest confirmed that my increasing arousal was visible. I thought for a moment that he might be able to smell my heated sex through my clothes.
Jim slowly pulled a sheaf of documents from the interior breast pocket of his jacket. As he unfolded the papers he said, "I stopped by your real estate agent's office and picked up the sale documents. If we can agree this evening, I'll sign the papers and your house will be sold. We don't have too much to work out."
"I don't understand, Jim. If you are interested in meeting the sale price, that's about it. The engineer's report came back very positively; everything on the house is in good shape. What are your stipulations for the sale?" I asked.
"Well, Ceras, the main stipulation to the sale is... you," he said, slowly. The timer on the oven buzzed, signaling that the bread was done. I hadn't even noticed the delicious smell of fresh bread emanating from the kitchen. I stood up quickly and walked to the kitchen. As I walked my thoughts were reeling from what Jim had said. After pulling the bread from the oven I returned to the living room and sat down in the chair across from Jim.
"I don't understand."
"My stipulation," he began, "is that I get you for, let's say, three days and two nights, beginning tomorrow."
"'Get me?' What do you mean, Jim?" I was confused.
"I have always had a fantasy about having a beautiful woman under my complete control for a couple of days," he said, looking deeply into my eyes, searching my face. "She would have to do anything I told her to do. So, my stipulation, Ceras, is that you play that fantasy out for me. You get the full asking price for your house. In return, you are mine for a couple of nights. You do anything and everything I tell you. After it's over you can leave town, never to return. What do you say?"
"I, uh, don't know what to say. What do you mean by 'do anything?"
"I mean anything. And I mean sexually. You would have to do anything I told you to do with me... or with anyone else I wanted you to have sex with." He slowly reached forward and cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb and forefinger searching for and easily finding my engorged nipple through the thin fabric of the sweater.
"Uhhhhh," I gasped. He quickly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, darting his tongue into my open mouth. I found myself thinking how easily I was responding to this man. I was also thinking that I would probably be fucking this man Jim, whom I had just met, with almost little or no additional effort on his part. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I found myself fully responding to him, kissing him back, searching for his tongue with mine and finding it, teasing it. I realized that my eyes had been closed for some time while we kissed, a sign of the ecstasy I was feeling.
While his one hand continued to work on both of my breasts, his other had found its way between my legs and was pressing into my sex through the fabric of my slacks and my socked panties. He broke the kiss and began talking in a quiet voice while continuing to explore my body with his busy hands. He took one of my hands and guided it to the crotch of his pants and rubbed it over the length of his erection. I took over on my own, running my hand up and down the length of his penis, wondering what it would look like when I finally got to see it.
"Ceras, I can feel how wet your pussy is through your clothes. I can tell you're turned on. You can feel my cock – I'm certainly turned on. What do you think about my proposal?" he asked.
"Anything with anybody? I don't know if I can do that, Jim. How would it work, exactly?" I just wanted him to kiss me again, and I sought out his mouth with mine.
"No, not yet," he said, moving his lips away from mine. "I would tell you what to do and with who. Sometimes with me, sometimes with other people. This could be your fantasy, too. You would be powerless and in my control. As for how it would work, I would sign the sales papers and keep them with me for the time we are together. If you should refuse to follow a direction, if you refuse to fuck me or someone I tell you to, then I tear the papers up and the deal is off. If you follow through, then at the end I give you the papers and you walk away, your house sold. What do you say? Yes or no?"
Jim abruptly stood up in front me, his belt and zipper in front of my face. "Take out my cock and suck it!"
I was on autopilot as I followed his simple instruction. I undid the belt on his gray slacks and, releasing the button on the waistband the pants fell to his ankles. His boxer shorts were tented by his erection and stained with spots of his pre-cum that had oozed from his penis. I pulled the elastic band down and his healthy-looking, 7" cock flopped out, hitting me in the cheek. I quickly slid him into my mouth, taking almost all of his length in the first pass. Holding for a moment as the helmet-like head rested against the back of my throat, I realized how much I had missed sucking cock.
I pursed my lips around his girth and began moving my mouth up and down the length of his sex in rhythmic movements. I could taste the pre-cum fluid leaking steadily from the tip of his cock onto my tongue and I knew he wouldn't last long. He was living out his fantasy of being in control of a woman and I was enjoying every moment of it. I felt his fingers slide into the hair on top of my head and then he suddenly pulled my head just a bit, forcing me to look up at him. “Just stick your tongue out as far as you can and show me how much of a slut you are.”
I pushed my tongue out under his cock and I could feel his cock sliding deeper into my throat. Suddenly, I felt his body begin to tense and his balls flexed up, touching my chin. With a guttural groan, his penis began to pulse and he started to spray his cum into my mouth, shooting four hot spurts of seed onto the top of my tongue and directly down my throat. He pulled my hair back and as I opened my eyes he looked down at me while I still had his cock in my mouth. As we held the gaze, I swallowed several times in succession, after lustily enjoying the salty taste of his cum. I let his meat slide slowly out of my mouth.
"I'm ready to sign. What do you say, Ceras? You will have a great time, I promise."
"I'm just not sure about the 'anybody' part of this deal of yours," I replied. "What if I can't do what you want?"
"That is the deal: Anything and anybody I want. You will fuck me, fuck them. What do you say? Yes or no."
“God, Jim, you are something ---"
Our discussion was interrupted by the sound of a door opening somewhere upstairs and my daughter, Julia, yelling, "Mom, are you still downstairs?" I stood up and Jim got himself back together as we heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Yes, honey, Mr. Smith and I are about done and I think we have our house sold."
My daughter laughed and said, "I knew it. I knew you could do it, Mom."
"So," Jim said, looking at me, "do we have a deal?"
"Yes, sign the papers," I replied. We said our goodbyes and agreed to meet in the morning in the parking lot of the local mall. He told me to wear a dress and to keep it simple – bra and panties underneath.
Later that night I called Tom and we talked about the potential sale. I realized that I was leaving out the important information about the sale, namely, that I was going to be fucking the buyer and probably more men to close the deal. I also didn't mention that I had already sucked off the buyer and that he had shot his cum down my throat.
Another thing I didn't mention was that I had masturbated, cumming three times since Jim left and was planning on cumming several more times that evening thinking about what Jim was going to do to me the next day. Tom just wanted the sale to be over.
I hardly slept that night, wondering what the next day would bring. Finally the alarm went off and I rolled slowly out of bed. I made arrangements for my k**s to go on an overnight trip with family friends to a cabin on a nearby lake. That would get them out of the way for one of my two nights of slavery to Jim. That's how I was thinking of it: slavery. Sexual slavery
I had been without sex for a couple of months and I found myself rationalizing that I had no choice but to do this thing with Jim. I daydreamed as I got the k**s packed up for their trip, thinking about sucking cocks of men I didn't know, letting them stick their cocks into me, some wearing condoms and – shiver – some not! At least I couldn't get pregnant with my tubes tied.
The thought of some unknown man fucking me without a condom and shooting his semen into my body was frightening. It was also, I realized, a tremendous turn on for some strange reason. As soon as the k**s left I threw myself on my bed, spread my legs and used my vibrator to reach two quick orgasms in succession.
After showering I put on a dress and a simple panty and bra as Jim had instructed and drove to meet him at the mall. It was a beautiful sunny day. 'A great day to act like a slut to get your house sold,' I thought.
I was shaking with anticipation as I drove. I could feel my moisture already flowing from my pussy. I located him at the rendezvous point in the parking lot and as I pulled up to his car, a large older model Cadillac that appeared to be in excellent condition. He motioned for me to park my car and to get in his. After I shut the door and settled into the front seat he looked me over for a minute.
"Ceras, you look beautiful. I love that dress! We are going to have fun with this. Are you ready?" Jim asked.
"Yes . . . I think so. Jim, you really got me last night. I must confess that I masturbated and came several times. That was a pretty dirty trick, you getting me all worked up like that and then leaving!" I k**ded.
"Don't worry, Ceras, I'll make up for it today! In fact, what are you wearing under that dress?" he asked.
"Panties . . .and a bra. That's all. Just like you instructed, Jim."
"Good. Good. From this point on I expect you to fulfill your part of our contract. You are just a slut for the next three days, two nights.” I nodded my head and opened my mouth to say something, but he interrupted me, “Not a word slut. Just take off your panties and then your bra and hand them to me," Jim instructed in a slow voice.
Here's the first test, I thought to myself. I slightly hiked my dress up, reached for the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. I put the panties into his outstretched hand and then twisted around to take off my bra. After I slipped it over my shoulders, I passed it to him. I felt lascivious, being nearly naked in a car out in public with a man I didn't know. He started his car, put it in gear and began to drive out of the parking lot.
"Ceras, I want you to lie on your back with your head in my lap and your feet toward the door. That's right," he said as I moved into position. As I fit my head in his lap between his stomach and the steering wheel, I would feel his erection on the back of my head. "Now, hike your dress up and spread your legs."
"What!! Everyone we drive by will see!" I exclaimed.
"That's kind of the point. Now, do it you slut." Jim said with a subtle threatening tone in his voice. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and slowly pulled up my dress to my waist.
"Pull it all the way up to your neck, Ceras. Expose those beautiful breasts of yours." I had to undo two buttons on each side of the dress and then pulled it up over my breasts.
"Nice. Very nice. See, that was easy, wasn't' it?" Jim asked. "Now, spread your legs. Anyone that pulls up alongside of us will have a perfect view of your pussy, Ceras. Makes you appreciate SUVs, doesn't' it?" he said with a chuckle. I found myself thinking that it was a good thing that I had taken the time earlier in the week to have a bikini wax. As I pulled my knees up and spread my legs I still hadn't opened my eyes to look toward the window.
"Perfect. Now, Ceras, I want you to masturbate. Work your clit and get your fingers going in and out of your pussy. Excellent!" Jim said as I moved my hands between my spread legs to masturbate as he had instructed. I was soaking. The lubrication from my pussy was flowing, slickly matting my sparse pubic hair. I dipped my finger inside my lips and coated it, then moved it up to begin working my clit, slowly at first and then I began to pick up the rhythm. I knew I would be cumming in minutes. I still hadn't opened my eyes to check out the view through the window that passersby had of me.
"Ceras, you need to open your eyes and take a look," Jim said, nudging my head with his stomach. I opened my eyes and saw a large passenger van. Looking up into the window I saw the faces of a half-dozen men looking directly into the window of the car at my pussy.
"Let's give them a better view," said Jim and he rolled down his window. "Keep masturbating for your people, Slut." The men were wide-eyed as they looked at me working my pussy. For some reason I felt like getting into it, and with the wind from the open window whipping my hair around, I inserted two fingers deeply into my cunt as they watched. Jim laughed, sped up to pass the van and rolled up the window.
"Boy, that gave them a charge, huh, Ceras?"
"They're not the only ones, uh, uh, oooohhhhhhh," I cried as my orgasm ripped through my body. I had three strong convulsions that lifted my ass off the seat of the Cadillac, and I had one last gasp as the spasm subsided. "Ahhhhh, god, that was strong." I kept my eyes open toward the window from that point on. I also kept my fingers busy on my clit and running in and out of my vagina.
We pulled up along side a delivery truck and Jim slowed to match its speed. The truck window was too high up so I couldn't see the driver. I figured that he could see me from the waist down. I scooted down toward the door and spread my legs even farther. It must have worked – we heard an appreciative series of horn honking from the truck.
"You're getting into this, Ceras. That's good. It will be so much more fun!" Jim said.
"I just . . . need to cum again. I also need to fuck." I couldn't believe I was saying the words! Just then I felt Jim's car slow and come to a stop.
"Hey, stoplight. And look, here are our first customers. Take a look, Ceras. There are two guys in a pickup truck looking right at your pussy and watching you. Look!" I looked up and right into the faces of two men in a Toyota truck that appeared to be in their twenties who were probably students at the university. I felt a shudder go through my body as I began to approach my second orgasm. Jim hit the control on his door console and rolled the electric window down on the passenger side.
"Hi, guys, what do you think?" He asked.
"Man, what is the fucking deal with her? She looks like she is going to cum right now! She is fucking hot," the driver yelled over.
"Ceras, keep masturbating while they're looking at you. Tell them you're just a slut looking for some cock," Jim whispered to me.
"What?!" I asked. I had heard him clearly, but I was trying to bide my time.
"Just fucking say it you slut! Tell them you're a slut looking for some cock. You'll get that house sold yet!" Jim said, firmly.
"Uh, ok, ok," I said. This was it. Taking a breath, I yelled over, "I'm a slut. I'm looking for some cock!"
"Well, shit, honey, you found some. Follow us to our place!" the passenger in the truck yelled over.
"Ok," Jim yelled back. "You lead the way!" He fell in behind the truck in traffic and followed them a short distance and turned off the main road into a neighborhood. I kept my fingers working and brought myself off to a second orgasm. As I was cumming I saw a man checking his mailbox look in the car window. I don't know if he had a chance to process what he had had a glimpse of, but he almost snapped his head off doing a double take. I realized from the look of the houses we were passing by that we were in the university district.
"You should probably sit up and get yourself together, Ceras. We'll be getting out soon," Jim said.
"Are you going to have me fuck these guys, Jim?" I asked, looking in the mirror at my hair. "Do you . . . do you have any condoms?"
"Ceras, I think we'll just play that by ear. You may be going bareback," he said, patting my arm sending a shudder through me. "They looked like nice clean young men." We pulled up in front of the house right off of the university campus. The two men got out of the truck and motioned us to follow them into the house. "I'll be there the whole time to make sure you're safe, Ceras." Taking my hand he led me into the house.
It was a place obviously shared by a number of young men. It wasn't too messy, but the day to day cleaning was obviously not first and foremost on their minds. One of the young men, the driver of the truck, stepped forward to extend his hand to Jim.
"We're here. My name is--"he began.
"We don't want to know your names," Jim said, cutting him off. "We just want you to fuck her. Or whatever you want her to do."
"Oh, ok," said the first man, pulling his hand back. I looked them over more closely. They were both slim and appeared to be in good shape. One, who was taller, had dirty blonde hair. The other guy appeared to be more muscular and had reddish brown hair.
"Let's go into the other room," he said. The other young man looked a little freaked out by the chain of events and hadn't said anything yet. As we were leaving the living room, the front door opened and two more men walked in, one with dark hair, the other a man with close-cropped hair.
"What's happenin'?" the close-cropped guy asked, eyeing the two of us.
"We ran into these two folks who let us know that the lady was looking to get laid. How did you put it?" the driver asked, turning to me.
"I said that I . . . was looking for some cock," I said haltingly.
"Well, shit, you’re in the right place, slut!" said the close-cropped guy. He immediately unzipped his pants, pulled down his briefs and exposed a limp cock that was about six-inches in length, soft.
"Wait, Tony, let's get her back in a bedroom," said the driver, taking me by the arm. We walked back to one of the bedrooms at the rear of the house. As we entered, I saw a dirty bare mattress on the floor. This was where I was going to fuck, I thought to myself. The driver took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth covered mine and he forced his tongue into my mouth, darting it, touching mine. It was a sloppy, inexperienced kiss. I was beyond lust at this point and didn't care. I was a slut, here to service these men so that I would be able to sell my house. The sale was becoming less important in my mind than just getting fucked. He quickly pulled the dress over my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I was naked in a house with five strange men and I knew that I was going to have sex with all of them.
He laid me on the bed on my back and I looked up at the group and then turned my attention to Jim. He gave me a nod and I obediently spread my legs to give them a look at my dripping pussy. Jim pulled a digital camera out of a pocket somewhere and took a picture. FLASH!
"Hey! No pictures!" I cried, closing my legs and covering my breasts. The second shot he took didn't get much.
"Ceras, open your legs and let me take pictures. I have to capture the moment," he said with a quiet sternness in his voice. He was reminding me of the house deal and that I had agreed to do anything. I repositioned myself, spread my legs again and let him fire off a few more pictures.
"You guys don't mind if I take photos while you fuck her, do you? I won't get your faces in any of the pictures, just hers," Jim said. Great, I'm thinking to myself. This just gets better and better.
"I don't give a shit. Fire away, my man," said Tony, the only man whose name I knew. He had his pants off and immediately got between my legs. His cock was now solidly hard and looked like about 9-inches long and angry. It was fat with a full circumcised head. I could see some pre-cum dripping from the hole at the tip. He rubbed the head up and down the length of my slick vaginal lips, causing me to moan. I had already cum twice in the car. I needed a cock in me.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked, meekly.
"Ah, no I don't. Hey!" said Tony, looking over his shoulder at the other four young men who were busy stripping their clothes off, "you guys got any condoms?" They all uttered non-committal grunts and made negative sounds indicating they didn't. I felt a rush go through me and my pussy flood with even more moisture as I was strangely turned on. Rather than being afraid of getting a sexually transmitted disease, I was turned on by the risk. Maybe it was just a****l lust and the need to mate; I didn't know what to make of the thoughts running through my mind.
"It doesn't matter," I heard Jim saying. "She'll fuck you bareback."
"What is the deal here?" asked Tony, looking at Jim and then down at me.
"It's ok, Tony," I told him, looking up into his dark eyes. "You can ride me bareback. You can cum in me. I don't care. Just slide your cock in me, Tony!" I said with a moan, pulling him toward me. He didn't waste any more time and started working his length into my cunt.
I was tight. My slim vibrator at home wasn't the same diameter as the girth of an average cock. I was enjoying the sensation of Tony's hard shaft stretching me open as he worked it deeper into my body. Lubrication wasn't a problem and I starting fucking my hips toward him to help him along.
"Man, this bitch is tight, guys! She wanna fuck. Look at her go! You're gonna enjoy this ride when I'm done with her." He finally hit bottom. He stopped his movement for a second to allow me to adjust to his size and then he began moving in and out with gradually increasing speed. FLASH! Jim took another photo.
"Oh, god, I'm getting fucked! Fuck me!" I cried out. One of the other men, the driver I think, knelt down by my head and flopped his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and took him in greedily, tonguing his pee hole for any of the sweet fluid that might be dripping. FLASH! Jim's camera captured the moment. I felt like a cock was extending through my entire body as I enjoyed the sensation of the two men in me.
Tony was steadily pistoning in and out of my cunt. I would have thought that he would have had more stamina, but suddenly I felt him stiffen and begin the release of his semen into me.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming in you, bitch. Take it, you slut! TAKE MY CUM IN YOUR DIRTY FUCKING CUNT BITCH!" I released the cock I was sucking and felt myself have a semi-orgasm with him. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, sticking his tongue deeping into my mouth. The fact I had just been sucking his roommates cock didn't slow him down at all. My pussy was flooded with his cum and I felt his cock soften and begin to slide out of me. He buddy with the cock I had been sucking sped up his exit.
"Pull out, Tony, I need to cum in her." Tony was out and the second guy, who I focused on and confirmed as the driver of the truck, slid quickly into me. He was much smaller than his friend, but I responded to him regardless, thrusting my hips at him to meet his jabs. Tony crawled up to my face and offered his cock to my mouth. While his friend fucked me, I sucked his meat and cleaned off our mutual juices. FLASH! Jim captured the slimy cock in my mouth.
The driver dumped his load in me after about fifteen hard strokes into my sloppy pussy. I was thinking as he fucked me that, after Tony's width and all of his cum loosened me up, the driver must not have had much friction in the walls of my vagina to stimulate him. He didn't seem to have much trouble as he stiffened and shot four hard spurts of his cum to mix in my pussy with his friends. I groaned as he pulled his cock out of me. I gave Tony's cock one last lick and kissed the head and he moved off of the mattress.
"Bill," said one of the two remaining men who hadn't used me yet, "get some lube. I want to double her with you."
"What," I asked in a shaky voice, "do you mean, 'double her?'"
"I am going to lube you up and fuck you in the ass while Bill hits you in the pussy at the same time. 'Double your pleasure,'" he said with a laugh.
"I . . . I don't do anal sex. I've never done it." I looked over at Jim, silently pleading him not to make this part of the deal. He was focused on getting a picture of the cum oozing out my pussy. FLASH!
"Ceras, you know what you have to do. They'll be gentle with you," Jim replied absently.
"So, what's the deal with you two," asked Tony. He had recovered from his lust and was now trying to figure out why we were in his house, I guess.
"Well," Jim said, pausing. "Ceras owes me money. She agreed to work it off by doing anything I ask with anyone I ask. She actually enjoys it, so it's OK. Does that about sum it up, Ceras?"
"Yeah, look," I said quickly, "I am not into something going up my ass." The guy named 'Bill' returned to the room with a tube of KY jelly and tossed it to the guy who was already on the stained mattress. Ignoring my protest, the guy opened the tube and squirted a huge gob onto his finger.
"Turn over," he said, simply. I eyed his cock before I did so. It was about the same size as the driver's; thank goodness it wasn't as large as Tony's! He smeared the cool gel around my anal opening and then I would feel him insert the tip of the KY tube into my ass. The sensation was strange as he filled my rectum with the cool lubricant.
He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I just love ass fucking. I'm very good and I'm very gentle. And I just absolutely love fucking an anal virgin. I will consider it my mission to make this enjoyable for you. Kiss me for a minute before we begin." I turned and he began kissing me gently around the mouth. As our kiss progressed he gently probed and played with my tongue. I felt myself really responding to him. He kept me turned partially away from him and I felt one of his fingers on my anus flit around the outside and this slide easily in me. He slid the finger in past the second joint and let me adjust to the size. It wasn't unpleasant, just full. He removed the first finger and then, immediately began working two fingers up my ass. I moaned with pleasure, surprisingly, and forced myself to relax. Jim caught the moment on camera with a picture. FLASH!
"There, there, that isn't so bad is it?" he asked. "One more and you'll be ready for me." He repeatedly the process, added more lube to the mix and soon had three of his finger imbedded in my asshole. I found myself liking it and felt my pussy flood in anticipation of his cock going in there.
I didn't have to wait long. He removed his three fingers and my asshole was gaping open and cold. I felt him squirt more lube in my ass and then his cock made contact with my. I instinctively bent forward to present my ass to him and make his penetration easier. He easily slid in.
"I can't believe you're an anal virgin," my newest lover said. He let me adjust to his size and then began to slowly work his cock in and out of my ass.
"Oh, my god, fuck! Fuck my ass, you fucker! Harder!" I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. He honored my request and began sawing in and out of my body at a faster pace. My mouth was open in ecstasy and the last man, the nervous one, took the opportunity to bring his cock to my lips. He may have been shy, but he had a beautiful cock, long and slim and uncircumcised, a first for me. I licked his cock, running my tongue into the flap of loose foreskin covering the spongy head. His cock got harder in my mouth and popped free of the foreskin. I sucked him hungrily as his friend fucked my ass.
"Dude," the ass man said," pull out of her mouth and fuck her pussy. This bitch will be driven crazy with two cocks at once!" The man in my mouth complied and slid down, grinding his waist into mine. Laying on my side, I raised my leg to accommodate his entry. I couldn't imagine what this was going to feel like.
He slid in quickly, thanks to the seed left by his friends that was dripping from me. The feeling was unbelievable. I cried out in pain at first when both men entered me at the same time, stretching my openings too much at the same time. With some quiet grunts and instructions, we worked out the right movements, with one man sliding into me as the other was sliding out. Jim was at the foot of the mattress with his camera taking picture after picture of the two cocks being forced in and out of my openings. I spread my legs even wider for Jim and the two men. The man in my pussy kissed me fully on the mouth and attacked my tongue with his.
I reveled in the sensation of the two cocks moving in me, separated by a thin membrane. Their balls, heavy with cum, slapped onto my perineum, alternating with each stroke. The two men were just using me like a fuck bag, a piece of meat. I wasn't even a human, just something for them to penetrate. The thought of being this object for the two men in my body, of being coerced into this by Jim, sent me over the edge into a full-body orgasm.
They were able to maintain that discipline of coordinating their movements for a long time. As they both approached their orgasms they forgot the arrangement and began to pound into my holes at the same time.
"You're killing me!" I yelled. They ignored me and continued slamming into me. “Please! You're splitting me in half!” Then I heard Tony, “SHUT UP BITCH AND TAKE THOSE COCKS!!” Both the men then began their orgasms at the same time and imbedded themselves deep in me one last time. I could feel their balls mingling and twitching together as their cock roots were buried in me. I felt myself swoon with the feeling of both cocks pulsing their seed into me. I turned and we shared a three-way kiss as they pulled out of my body.
The room was quiet as we all remained in our positions for a moment.
"Ceras, I need a shot of the cum dripping out of both ends," Jim said. Without even thinking about it I shifted my position so I was on my knees with my face pressed against the dirty mattress and opened my legs for him. Realizing I could give him an even better shot of my dripping holes, so I reached back and spread my butt cheeks open. He took several photos and I relaxed.
"Come on, Ceras. No rest for the wicked. We have to go get lunch," Jim said, handed me my dress. I slid it on as we walked through the house. We left without saying a word to the men and walked into the sunshine.
I opened the front door and saw a well-dressed man in a blue shirt and red striped tie, wearing a blazer with brass buttons and gray slacks. He was slender and his dark hair was graying at the temples. He had a five o'clock shadow. I could smell a faint scent of cologne on the breeze that blew into the door. I sensed he was sizing me up as well. I was wondering if the clingy sweater was the right choice. I noticed that his gaze lingered for a moment on my chest.
"Hi, I'm James Smith," he said with the same deep voice I had heard on the phone earlier. I extended my hand to him and, like a gentleman, he took my hand into his and shook it lightly.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, my name is Ceras Victoria. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Please, call me Jim," he said with a smile.
"Sure. If you'll call me 'Ceras,' it's a deal." I motioned him into the house and closed the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? We don't have much – bottled water, or bottled water?"
"Let me see . . . I'll have bottled water," he said. I directed him into the living room to take a seat on one of the two remaining chairs while I got his water from the refrigerator. As he opened his water I sat down opposite him.
"Well, here's the thing," he began. "As you real estate agent probably told you already, I like your house. It has the room I need, I like the layout and the neighborhood is great. Nice and quiet. I have to ask, though, what is with the attic fan?" We talked for the next few minutes about the need for the fan to keep the air circulating in the attic to prevent mildew and a couple of other little oddities in the house.
As we talked I found myself looking deeply into his eyes, and felt him doing the same to me. Or maybe I was imagining it. As I shifted my legs to adjust my position in the chair I realized that my sex was moistening; I was getting wet just talking with this man in my nearly-empty living room. As I answered his questions I was thinking more about my flowing pussy and that I would need to finger myself after this man left the house.
"That all sounds good," Jim said. "I think that I can probably meet your asking price with a few stipulations."
"What 'stipulations' might those be," I asked. My thoughts had been drifting so the sexual and I snapped back into reality when I realized what Jim was saying.
"I'll get to that in a minute. First... how long has your house been on the market?" he asked.
"Ah, it's been listed for about two-months."
"It's a tough housing market right now, isn't it? There is a lot out there in this price range. Your real estate agent let on that you haven't had too many 'second looks.' In fact, he said that I'm the first one in a month." He stopped and looked at me.
"That's right," I said. I wasn't sure where he was heading with this. He sat up and pulled his chair much closer to mine, so that we were face-to-face, about two-feet apart. My senses felt like they were on alert as he moved into my personal space. I also realized that my sexual heat had instantly increased with the closeness and that my fluid was flowing from my vaginal opening and beginning to soak the crotch of my panties. I knew from the tension of my breasts against my bra that my nipples had hardened into points that were probably visible through the thin black sweater. A furtive glance by Jim down to my chest confirmed that my increasing arousal was visible. I thought for a moment that he might be able to smell my heated sex through my clothes.
Jim slowly pulled a sheaf of documents from the interior breast pocket of his jacket. As he unfolded the papers he said, "I stopped by your real estate agent's office and picked up the sale documents. If we can agree this evening, I'll sign the papers and your house will be sold. We don't have too much to work out."
"I don't understand, Jim. If you are interested in meeting the sale price, that's about it. The engineer's report came back very positively; everything on the house is in good shape. What are your stipulations for the sale?" I asked.
"Well, Ceras, the main stipulation to the sale is... you," he said, slowly. The timer on the oven buzzed, signaling that the bread was done. I hadn't even noticed the delicious smell of fresh bread emanating from the kitchen. I stood up quickly and walked to the kitchen. As I walked my thoughts were reeling from what Jim had said. After pulling the bread from the oven I returned to the living room and sat down in the chair across from Jim.
"I don't understand."
"My stipulation," he began, "is that I get you for, let's say, three days and two nights, beginning tomorrow."
"'Get me?' What do you mean, Jim?" I was confused.
"I have always had a fantasy about having a beautiful woman under my complete control for a couple of days," he said, looking deeply into my eyes, searching my face. "She would have to do anything I told her to do. So, my stipulation, Ceras, is that you play that fantasy out for me. You get the full asking price for your house. In return, you are mine for a couple of nights. You do anything and everything I tell you. After it's over you can leave town, never to return. What do you say?"
"I, uh, don't know what to say. What do you mean by 'do anything?"
"I mean anything. And I mean sexually. You would have to do anything I told you to do with me... or with anyone else I wanted you to have sex with." He slowly reached forward and cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb and forefinger searching for and easily finding my engorged nipple through the thin fabric of the sweater.
"Uhhhhh," I gasped. He quickly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, darting his tongue into my open mouth. I found myself thinking how easily I was responding to this man. I was also thinking that I would probably be fucking this man Jim, whom I had just met, with almost little or no additional effort on his part. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I found myself fully responding to him, kissing him back, searching for his tongue with mine and finding it, teasing it. I realized that my eyes had been closed for some time while we kissed, a sign of the ecstasy I was feeling.
While his one hand continued to work on both of my breasts, his other had found its way between my legs and was pressing into my sex through the fabric of my slacks and my socked panties. He broke the kiss and began talking in a quiet voice while continuing to explore my body with his busy hands. He took one of my hands and guided it to the crotch of his pants and rubbed it over the length of his erection. I took over on my own, running my hand up and down the length of his penis, wondering what it would look like when I finally got to see it.
"Ceras, I can feel how wet your pussy is through your clothes. I can tell you're turned on. You can feel my cock – I'm certainly turned on. What do you think about my proposal?" he asked.
"Anything with anybody? I don't know if I can do that, Jim. How would it work, exactly?" I just wanted him to kiss me again, and I sought out his mouth with mine.
"No, not yet," he said, moving his lips away from mine. "I would tell you what to do and with who. Sometimes with me, sometimes with other people. This could be your fantasy, too. You would be powerless and in my control. As for how it would work, I would sign the sales papers and keep them with me for the time we are together. If you should refuse to follow a direction, if you refuse to fuck me or someone I tell you to, then I tear the papers up and the deal is off. If you follow through, then at the end I give you the papers and you walk away, your house sold. What do you say? Yes or no?"
Jim abruptly stood up in front me, his belt and zipper in front of my face. "Take out my cock and suck it!"
I was on autopilot as I followed his simple instruction. I undid the belt on his gray slacks and, releasing the button on the waistband the pants fell to his ankles. His boxer shorts were tented by his erection and stained with spots of his pre-cum that had oozed from his penis. I pulled the elastic band down and his healthy-looking, 7" cock flopped out, hitting me in the cheek. I quickly slid him into my mouth, taking almost all of his length in the first pass. Holding for a moment as the helmet-like head rested against the back of my throat, I realized how much I had missed sucking cock.
I pursed my lips around his girth and began moving my mouth up and down the length of his sex in rhythmic movements. I could taste the pre-cum fluid leaking steadily from the tip of his cock onto my tongue and I knew he wouldn't last long. He was living out his fantasy of being in control of a woman and I was enjoying every moment of it. I felt his fingers slide into the hair on top of my head and then he suddenly pulled my head just a bit, forcing me to look up at him. “Just stick your tongue out as far as you can and show me how much of a slut you are.”
I pushed my tongue out under his cock and I could feel his cock sliding deeper into my throat. Suddenly, I felt his body begin to tense and his balls flexed up, touching my chin. With a guttural groan, his penis began to pulse and he started to spray his cum into my mouth, shooting four hot spurts of seed onto the top of my tongue and directly down my throat. He pulled my hair back and as I opened my eyes he looked down at me while I still had his cock in my mouth. As we held the gaze, I swallowed several times in succession, after lustily enjoying the salty taste of his cum. I let his meat slide slowly out of my mouth.
"I'm ready to sign. What do you say, Ceras? You will have a great time, I promise."
"I'm just not sure about the 'anybody' part of this deal of yours," I replied. "What if I can't do what you want?"
"That is the deal: Anything and anybody I want. You will fuck me, fuck them. What do you say? Yes or no."
“God, Jim, you are something ---"
Our discussion was interrupted by the sound of a door opening somewhere upstairs and my daughter, Julia, yelling, "Mom, are you still downstairs?" I stood up and Jim got himself back together as we heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Yes, honey, Mr. Smith and I are about done and I think we have our house sold."
My daughter laughed and said, "I knew it. I knew you could do it, Mom."
"So," Jim said, looking at me, "do we have a deal?"
"Yes, sign the papers," I replied. We said our goodbyes and agreed to meet in the morning in the parking lot of the local mall. He told me to wear a dress and to keep it simple – bra and panties underneath.
Later that night I called Tom and we talked about the potential sale. I realized that I was leaving out the important information about the sale, namely, that I was going to be fucking the buyer and probably more men to close the deal. I also didn't mention that I had already sucked off the buyer and that he had shot his cum down my throat.
Another thing I didn't mention was that I had masturbated, cumming three times since Jim left and was planning on cumming several more times that evening thinking about what Jim was going to do to me the next day. Tom just wanted the sale to be over.
I hardly slept that night, wondering what the next day would bring. Finally the alarm went off and I rolled slowly out of bed. I made arrangements for my k**s to go on an overnight trip with family friends to a cabin on a nearby lake. That would get them out of the way for one of my two nights of slavery to Jim. That's how I was thinking of it: slavery. Sexual slavery
I had been without sex for a couple of months and I found myself rationalizing that I had no choice but to do this thing with Jim. I daydreamed as I got the k**s packed up for their trip, thinking about sucking cocks of men I didn't know, letting them stick their cocks into me, some wearing condoms and – shiver – some not! At least I couldn't get pregnant with my tubes tied.
The thought of some unknown man fucking me without a condom and shooting his semen into my body was frightening. It was also, I realized, a tremendous turn on for some strange reason. As soon as the k**s left I threw myself on my bed, spread my legs and used my vibrator to reach two quick orgasms in succession.
After showering I put on a dress and a simple panty and bra as Jim had instructed and drove to meet him at the mall. It was a beautiful sunny day. 'A great day to act like a slut to get your house sold,' I thought.
I was shaking with anticipation as I drove. I could feel my moisture already flowing from my pussy. I located him at the rendezvous point in the parking lot and as I pulled up to his car, a large older model Cadillac that appeared to be in excellent condition. He motioned for me to park my car and to get in his. After I shut the door and settled into the front seat he looked me over for a minute.
"Ceras, you look beautiful. I love that dress! We are going to have fun with this. Are you ready?" Jim asked.
"Yes . . . I think so. Jim, you really got me last night. I must confess that I masturbated and came several times. That was a pretty dirty trick, you getting me all worked up like that and then leaving!" I k**ded.
"Don't worry, Ceras, I'll make up for it today! In fact, what are you wearing under that dress?" he asked.
"Panties . . .and a bra. That's all. Just like you instructed, Jim."
"Good. Good. From this point on I expect you to fulfill your part of our contract. You are just a slut for the next three days, two nights.” I nodded my head and opened my mouth to say something, but he interrupted me, “Not a word slut. Just take off your panties and then your bra and hand them to me," Jim instructed in a slow voice.
Here's the first test, I thought to myself. I slightly hiked my dress up, reached for the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. I put the panties into his outstretched hand and then twisted around to take off my bra. After I slipped it over my shoulders, I passed it to him. I felt lascivious, being nearly naked in a car out in public with a man I didn't know. He started his car, put it in gear and began to drive out of the parking lot.
"Ceras, I want you to lie on your back with your head in my lap and your feet toward the door. That's right," he said as I moved into position. As I fit my head in his lap between his stomach and the steering wheel, I would feel his erection on the back of my head. "Now, hike your dress up and spread your legs."
"What!! Everyone we drive by will see!" I exclaimed.
"That's kind of the point. Now, do it you slut." Jim said with a subtle threatening tone in his voice. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and slowly pulled up my dress to my waist.
"Pull it all the way up to your neck, Ceras. Expose those beautiful breasts of yours." I had to undo two buttons on each side of the dress and then pulled it up over my breasts.
"Nice. Very nice. See, that was easy, wasn't' it?" Jim asked. "Now, spread your legs. Anyone that pulls up alongside of us will have a perfect view of your pussy, Ceras. Makes you appreciate SUVs, doesn't' it?" he said with a chuckle. I found myself thinking that it was a good thing that I had taken the time earlier in the week to have a bikini wax. As I pulled my knees up and spread my legs I still hadn't opened my eyes to look toward the window.
"Perfect. Now, Ceras, I want you to masturbate. Work your clit and get your fingers going in and out of your pussy. Excellent!" Jim said as I moved my hands between my spread legs to masturbate as he had instructed. I was soaking. The lubrication from my pussy was flowing, slickly matting my sparse pubic hair. I dipped my finger inside my lips and coated it, then moved it up to begin working my clit, slowly at first and then I began to pick up the rhythm. I knew I would be cumming in minutes. I still hadn't opened my eyes to check out the view through the window that passersby had of me.
"Ceras, you need to open your eyes and take a look," Jim said, nudging my head with his stomach. I opened my eyes and saw a large passenger van. Looking up into the window I saw the faces of a half-dozen men looking directly into the window of the car at my pussy.
"Let's give them a better view," said Jim and he rolled down his window. "Keep masturbating for your people, Slut." The men were wide-eyed as they looked at me working my pussy. For some reason I felt like getting into it, and with the wind from the open window whipping my hair around, I inserted two fingers deeply into my cunt as they watched. Jim laughed, sped up to pass the van and rolled up the window.
"Boy, that gave them a charge, huh, Ceras?"
"They're not the only ones, uh, uh, oooohhhhhhh," I cried as my orgasm ripped through my body. I had three strong convulsions that lifted my ass off the seat of the Cadillac, and I had one last gasp as the spasm subsided. "Ahhhhh, god, that was strong." I kept my eyes open toward the window from that point on. I also kept my fingers busy on my clit and running in and out of my vagina.
We pulled up along side a delivery truck and Jim slowed to match its speed. The truck window was too high up so I couldn't see the driver. I figured that he could see me from the waist down. I scooted down toward the door and spread my legs even farther. It must have worked – we heard an appreciative series of horn honking from the truck.
"You're getting into this, Ceras. That's good. It will be so much more fun!" Jim said.
"I just . . . need to cum again. I also need to fuck." I couldn't believe I was saying the words! Just then I felt Jim's car slow and come to a stop.
"Hey, stoplight. And look, here are our first customers. Take a look, Ceras. There are two guys in a pickup truck looking right at your pussy and watching you. Look!" I looked up and right into the faces of two men in a Toyota truck that appeared to be in their twenties who were probably students at the university. I felt a shudder go through my body as I began to approach my second orgasm. Jim hit the control on his door console and rolled the electric window down on the passenger side.
"Hi, guys, what do you think?" He asked.
"Man, what is the fucking deal with her? She looks like she is going to cum right now! She is fucking hot," the driver yelled over.
"Ceras, keep masturbating while they're looking at you. Tell them you're just a slut looking for some cock," Jim whispered to me.
"What?!" I asked. I had heard him clearly, but I was trying to bide my time.
"Just fucking say it you slut! Tell them you're a slut looking for some cock. You'll get that house sold yet!" Jim said, firmly.
"Uh, ok, ok," I said. This was it. Taking a breath, I yelled over, "I'm a slut. I'm looking for some cock!"
"Well, shit, honey, you found some. Follow us to our place!" the passenger in the truck yelled over.
"Ok," Jim yelled back. "You lead the way!" He fell in behind the truck in traffic and followed them a short distance and turned off the main road into a neighborhood. I kept my fingers working and brought myself off to a second orgasm. As I was cumming I saw a man checking his mailbox look in the car window. I don't know if he had a chance to process what he had had a glimpse of, but he almost snapped his head off doing a double take. I realized from the look of the houses we were passing by that we were in the university district.
"You should probably sit up and get yourself together, Ceras. We'll be getting out soon," Jim said.
"Are you going to have me fuck these guys, Jim?" I asked, looking in the mirror at my hair. "Do you . . . do you have any condoms?"
"Ceras, I think we'll just play that by ear. You may be going bareback," he said, patting my arm sending a shudder through me. "They looked like nice clean young men." We pulled up in front of the house right off of the university campus. The two men got out of the truck and motioned us to follow them into the house. "I'll be there the whole time to make sure you're safe, Ceras." Taking my hand he led me into the house.
It was a place obviously shared by a number of young men. It wasn't too messy, but the day to day cleaning was obviously not first and foremost on their minds. One of the young men, the driver of the truck, stepped forward to extend his hand to Jim.
"We're here. My name is--"he began.
"We don't want to know your names," Jim said, cutting him off. "We just want you to fuck her. Or whatever you want her to do."
"Oh, ok," said the first man, pulling his hand back. I looked them over more closely. They were both slim and appeared to be in good shape. One, who was taller, had dirty blonde hair. The other guy appeared to be more muscular and had reddish brown hair.
"Let's go into the other room," he said. The other young man looked a little freaked out by the chain of events and hadn't said anything yet. As we were leaving the living room, the front door opened and two more men walked in, one with dark hair, the other a man with close-cropped hair.
"What's happenin'?" the close-cropped guy asked, eyeing the two of us.
"We ran into these two folks who let us know that the lady was looking to get laid. How did you put it?" the driver asked, turning to me.
"I said that I . . . was looking for some cock," I said haltingly.
"Well, shit, you’re in the right place, slut!" said the close-cropped guy. He immediately unzipped his pants, pulled down his briefs and exposed a limp cock that was about six-inches in length, soft.
"Wait, Tony, let's get her back in a bedroom," said the driver, taking me by the arm. We walked back to one of the bedrooms at the rear of the house. As we entered, I saw a dirty bare mattress on the floor. This was where I was going to fuck, I thought to myself. The driver took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth covered mine and he forced his tongue into my mouth, darting it, touching mine. It was a sloppy, inexperienced kiss. I was beyond lust at this point and didn't care. I was a slut, here to service these men so that I would be able to sell my house. The sale was becoming less important in my mind than just getting fucked. He quickly pulled the dress over my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I was naked in a house with five strange men and I knew that I was going to have sex with all of them.
He laid me on the bed on my back and I looked up at the group and then turned my attention to Jim. He gave me a nod and I obediently spread my legs to give them a look at my dripping pussy. Jim pulled a digital camera out of a pocket somewhere and took a picture. FLASH!
"Hey! No pictures!" I cried, closing my legs and covering my breasts. The second shot he took didn't get much.
"Ceras, open your legs and let me take pictures. I have to capture the moment," he said with a quiet sternness in his voice. He was reminding me of the house deal and that I had agreed to do anything. I repositioned myself, spread my legs again and let him fire off a few more pictures.
"You guys don't mind if I take photos while you fuck her, do you? I won't get your faces in any of the pictures, just hers," Jim said. Great, I'm thinking to myself. This just gets better and better.
"I don't give a shit. Fire away, my man," said Tony, the only man whose name I knew. He had his pants off and immediately got between my legs. His cock was now solidly hard and looked like about 9-inches long and angry. It was fat with a full circumcised head. I could see some pre-cum dripping from the hole at the tip. He rubbed the head up and down the length of my slick vaginal lips, causing me to moan. I had already cum twice in the car. I needed a cock in me.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked, meekly.
"Ah, no I don't. Hey!" said Tony, looking over his shoulder at the other four young men who were busy stripping their clothes off, "you guys got any condoms?" They all uttered non-committal grunts and made negative sounds indicating they didn't. I felt a rush go through me and my pussy flood with even more moisture as I was strangely turned on. Rather than being afraid of getting a sexually transmitted disease, I was turned on by the risk. Maybe it was just a****l lust and the need to mate; I didn't know what to make of the thoughts running through my mind.
"It doesn't matter," I heard Jim saying. "She'll fuck you bareback."
"What is the deal here?" asked Tony, looking at Jim and then down at me.
"It's ok, Tony," I told him, looking up into his dark eyes. "You can ride me bareback. You can cum in me. I don't care. Just slide your cock in me, Tony!" I said with a moan, pulling him toward me. He didn't waste any more time and started working his length into my cunt.
I was tight. My slim vibrator at home wasn't the same diameter as the girth of an average cock. I was enjoying the sensation of Tony's hard shaft stretching me open as he worked it deeper into my body. Lubrication wasn't a problem and I starting fucking my hips toward him to help him along.
"Man, this bitch is tight, guys! She wanna fuck. Look at her go! You're gonna enjoy this ride when I'm done with her." He finally hit bottom. He stopped his movement for a second to allow me to adjust to his size and then he began moving in and out with gradually increasing speed. FLASH! Jim took another photo.
"Oh, god, I'm getting fucked! Fuck me!" I cried out. One of the other men, the driver I think, knelt down by my head and flopped his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and took him in greedily, tonguing his pee hole for any of the sweet fluid that might be dripping. FLASH! Jim's camera captured the moment. I felt like a cock was extending through my entire body as I enjoyed the sensation of the two men in me.
Tony was steadily pistoning in and out of my cunt. I would have thought that he would have had more stamina, but suddenly I felt him stiffen and begin the release of his semen into me.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming in you, bitch. Take it, you slut! TAKE MY CUM IN YOUR DIRTY FUCKING CUNT BITCH!" I released the cock I was sucking and felt myself have a semi-orgasm with him. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, sticking his tongue deeping into my mouth. The fact I had just been sucking his roommates cock didn't slow him down at all. My pussy was flooded with his cum and I felt his cock soften and begin to slide out of me. He buddy with the cock I had been sucking sped up his exit.
"Pull out, Tony, I need to cum in her." Tony was out and the second guy, who I focused on and confirmed as the driver of the truck, slid quickly into me. He was much smaller than his friend, but I responded to him regardless, thrusting my hips at him to meet his jabs. Tony crawled up to my face and offered his cock to my mouth. While his friend fucked me, I sucked his meat and cleaned off our mutual juices. FLASH! Jim captured the slimy cock in my mouth.
The driver dumped his load in me after about fifteen hard strokes into my sloppy pussy. I was thinking as he fucked me that, after Tony's width and all of his cum loosened me up, the driver must not have had much friction in the walls of my vagina to stimulate him. He didn't seem to have much trouble as he stiffened and shot four hard spurts of his cum to mix in my pussy with his friends. I groaned as he pulled his cock out of me. I gave Tony's cock one last lick and kissed the head and he moved off of the mattress.
"Bill," said one of the two remaining men who hadn't used me yet, "get some lube. I want to double her with you."
"What," I asked in a shaky voice, "do you mean, 'double her?'"
"I am going to lube you up and fuck you in the ass while Bill hits you in the pussy at the same time. 'Double your pleasure,'" he said with a laugh.
"I . . . I don't do anal sex. I've never done it." I looked over at Jim, silently pleading him not to make this part of the deal. He was focused on getting a picture of the cum oozing out my pussy. FLASH!
"Ceras, you know what you have to do. They'll be gentle with you," Jim replied absently.
"So, what's the deal with you two," asked Tony. He had recovered from his lust and was now trying to figure out why we were in his house, I guess.
"Well," Jim said, pausing. "Ceras owes me money. She agreed to work it off by doing anything I ask with anyone I ask. She actually enjoys it, so it's OK. Does that about sum it up, Ceras?"
"Yeah, look," I said quickly, "I am not into something going up my ass." The guy named 'Bill' returned to the room with a tube of KY jelly and tossed it to the guy who was already on the stained mattress. Ignoring my protest, the guy opened the tube and squirted a huge gob onto his finger.
"Turn over," he said, simply. I eyed his cock before I did so. It was about the same size as the driver's; thank goodness it wasn't as large as Tony's! He smeared the cool gel around my anal opening and then I would feel him insert the tip of the KY tube into my ass. The sensation was strange as he filled my rectum with the cool lubricant.
He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I just love ass fucking. I'm very good and I'm very gentle. And I just absolutely love fucking an anal virgin. I will consider it my mission to make this enjoyable for you. Kiss me for a minute before we begin." I turned and he began kissing me gently around the mouth. As our kiss progressed he gently probed and played with my tongue. I felt myself really responding to him. He kept me turned partially away from him and I felt one of his fingers on my anus flit around the outside and this slide easily in me. He slid the finger in past the second joint and let me adjust to the size. It wasn't unpleasant, just full. He removed the first finger and then, immediately began working two fingers up my ass. I moaned with pleasure, surprisingly, and forced myself to relax. Jim caught the moment on camera with a picture. FLASH!
"There, there, that isn't so bad is it?" he asked. "One more and you'll be ready for me." He repeatedly the process, added more lube to the mix and soon had three of his finger imbedded in my asshole. I found myself liking it and felt my pussy flood in anticipation of his cock going in there.
I didn't have to wait long. He removed his three fingers and my asshole was gaping open and cold. I felt him squirt more lube in my ass and then his cock made contact with my. I instinctively bent forward to present my ass to him and make his penetration easier. He easily slid in.
"I can't believe you're an anal virgin," my newest lover said. He let me adjust to his size and then began to slowly work his cock in and out of my ass.
"Oh, my god, fuck! Fuck my ass, you fucker! Harder!" I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. He honored my request and began sawing in and out of my body at a faster pace. My mouth was open in ecstasy and the last man, the nervous one, took the opportunity to bring his cock to my lips. He may have been shy, but he had a beautiful cock, long and slim and uncircumcised, a first for me. I licked his cock, running my tongue into the flap of loose foreskin covering the spongy head. His cock got harder in my mouth and popped free of the foreskin. I sucked him hungrily as his friend fucked my ass.
"Dude," the ass man said," pull out of her mouth and fuck her pussy. This bitch will be driven crazy with two cocks at once!" The man in my mouth complied and slid down, grinding his waist into mine. Laying on my side, I raised my leg to accommodate his entry. I couldn't imagine what this was going to feel like.
He slid in quickly, thanks to the seed left by his friends that was dripping from me. The feeling was unbelievable. I cried out in pain at first when both men entered me at the same time, stretching my openings too much at the same time. With some quiet grunts and instructions, we worked out the right movements, with one man sliding into me as the other was sliding out. Jim was at the foot of the mattress with his camera taking picture after picture of the two cocks being forced in and out of my openings. I spread my legs even wider for Jim and the two men. The man in my pussy kissed me fully on the mouth and attacked my tongue with his.
I reveled in the sensation of the two cocks moving in me, separated by a thin membrane. Their balls, heavy with cum, slapped onto my perineum, alternating with each stroke. The two men were just using me like a fuck bag, a piece of meat. I wasn't even a human, just something for them to penetrate. The thought of being this object for the two men in my body, of being coerced into this by Jim, sent me over the edge into a full-body orgasm.
They were able to maintain that discipline of coordinating their movements for a long time. As they both approached their orgasms they forgot the arrangement and began to pound into my holes at the same time.
"You're killing me!" I yelled. They ignored me and continued slamming into me. “Please! You're splitting me in half!” Then I heard Tony, “SHUT UP BITCH AND TAKE THOSE COCKS!!” Both the men then began their orgasms at the same time and imbedded themselves deep in me one last time. I could feel their balls mingling and twitching together as their cock roots were buried in me. I felt myself swoon with the feeling of both cocks pulsing their seed into me. I turned and we shared a three-way kiss as they pulled out of my body.
The room was quiet as we all remained in our positions for a moment.
"Ceras, I need a shot of the cum dripping out of both ends," Jim said. Without even thinking about it I shifted my position so I was on my knees with my face pressed against the dirty mattress and opened my legs for him. Realizing I could give him an even better shot of my dripping holes, so I reached back and spread my butt cheeks open. He took several photos and I relaxed.
"Come on, Ceras. No rest for the wicked. We have to go get lunch," Jim said, handed me my dress. I slid it on as we walked through the house. We left without saying a word to the men and walked into the sunshine.
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