[hereyago]

Story by the same person
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My therapist says that if I explain a little about myself before I start this, then maybe I'll start to understand how all of this happened to me. It's a kinda long story, so I hope you'll bear with me. I'll be as quick as I can.

First, you need to know a little bit about me. In grammar school, I had the misfortune to have exceptionally large boobs. By the sixth grade I was already spilling completely out of a B cup and was otherwise skinny as a scarecrow. Only a girl who has experienced this knows just how awful that is. I have always been real pretty with naturally blonde hair, but all that anyone ever noticed were these enormous breasts on this skinny child. I was teased and grabbed at constantly, and of course everyone told terrible lies about me. The girls said I was easy, and all the high school guys bragged about how many times they did me and stuff like that. Believe me, nobody had ever even gotten to second base with me! Maybe because of the way I looked, I was scared to death of sex, which makes what happened later really strange.

By high school, I was wearing a D cup, but the rest of my body had at last caught up with my boobs. I finally had hips and a shapely little derriere (my best asset, I still think), which was greatly accentuated by my fortunately very tiny waist. My legs stayed long and slender. Guys called me "Barbie Doll." I guess I was popular in high school, but because of all that ugliness from the past I was still kind of shy, too, and thanks to my mother, so terribly afraid of getting pregnant that I got the reputation of being frigid, which I certainly was not. I dreamed about it all the time and fantasized about lots of guys, especially some of my teachers. I wasn't sexually active, however. So even though I was popular, I didn't really have a lot of dates, though guys would flirt with me and stuff.

There was this one guy, Bill, who my mother thought would be perfect for me, though he was a little older. He worked with her at the video store, and she'd just go on and on about how sweet he was and how handsome and polite and everything. He was all that, true, but he really wasn't my type in looks or personality. I suppose the thing that ended up actually attracting me to him was that he didn't press me to have sex. In fact, while we were dating, we hardly even made out much, not seriously anyway. I mean he would kiss me and feel my breasts through my blouse, and I could feel him get hard and everything, but he had a lot of self control. That's a good thing, because, even though he wasn't really my type, I really, really wanted it.and that just scared me to death. I thought for sure I was just this awful wh*r*. (The therapist I've been seeing says that, at the time, I had a very high, but completely repressed sex drive. The therapist is the one who suggested I write this story, by the way.)

I married Bill right after graduation. I don't know why, really. At twenty-four, he was six years older than me and like I said not really the kind of guy I'm usually attracted to. Bill had a slender, almost effeminate build, and I've always been most attractive to more manly guys, and he was definitely not the assertive type. Most of his friends were either gay or real "sensitive" guys. He's not gay, I'm pretty sure, but he doesn't like the things other guys do, like sports and stuff, and he is pretty timid, especially around older men. I was always telling him that he should be more assertive, especially at work. He'd agree with me, but never was. It's just wasn't in his nature, I guess.

The other thing that's so strange is that he didn't have the personality that I'm really most attracted to, either. I really, really like strong, dominate men, the kind that Bill was so shy around. I remember when I was in the sixth grade and was visiting my dad at his office. We were going to go have lunch together that day and I had gone up to meet him. When he introduced me to his boss, I could see how nervous my dad was around him. I'll never forget what happened next. Just as we were getting ready to leave, his boss, Mr. Archer, told my dad to go get him and his secretary a cup of coffee before he left. I could see how embarrassed-humiliated, really-my dad was. When Daddy left to get the coffee, Mr. Archer turned to me and put his hand in my hair and told me how very pretty I was and what a great figure I had. He called me "sexy." God, it just sent shivers down me. I think that was the day I first became sexually aware, and I have never forgotten it. There was just something about him. He seemed just so awesomely powerful. He made the man I always thought was really strong (my dad) look so small and weak, but instead of being upset, I was excited by it. I had my first erotic dream about my dad's boss.

So why did I marry Bill? I really don't know. The truth is, I really didn't want to get married right away, but he was so insistent, and my Mom liked him so much that there was just so much pressure to do it that I did. I don't regret it really, I guess, except maybe the part about not having been with many guys. Not any, really, except Bill. I was a virgin when we got married. I think maybe he was too. He wasn't a very experienced lover, I know now.

A month or so after we got married, we moved from Georgia to California where an old high school friend of Bill's, Tim Martin, was working at a car dealership in San Diego, a place called "Rancher Motors." He was the only one of his friends that I ever met who was at all "manly." When we met in Georgia, I could tell he kind of liked me, and it was actually nice that one of Bill's friends had the courage to come on to me a little bit. He actually kissed me once. It was very flattering, really. I kissed him back, too. I think he was surprised at my reaction. So was I!

I don't know why he invited Bill out to California-they didn't seem that close to me- but he did, and after some talk about "fresh starts" and stuff, we decided to give it a try.

We got a little apartment near the beach, and Tim got Bill on as a junior salesman at the dealership. He did pretty well. For some reason, maybe his "sensitivity," he was especially good at selling cars to older women. Whenever an obvious widow would come in, she would be given to Bill, though the funny thing is, he was never allowed to close the deals. Mr. Brooks, who's the general sales manager, always ended up changing the contract terms. It used to embarrass Bill that he had to take back what he promised the women, but he never said anything to Mr. Brooks, of course. The funny thing is that the women always ended up feeling sorry for Bill, so they signed on to really bad deals because they didn't want to make him more uncomfortable, I think.

Bill hadn't been there long before we got invited to Mr. Brooks's house for a swim party and barbecue. I didn't know what to expect, so I was pretty shocked to see the way the women dressed for this party. I had just turned nineteen, and I guess living all that time in rural Georgia, I was pretty na‹ve. I thought maybe this is the way people dress in California. One girl in particular, Maggie, who is married to a young guy named Brad, who at that time was also a junior salesman, really shocked me. She had on a little sarong wrap that she wore way down low on her hips and this tiny little string bikini top that didn't leave anything at all to the imagination. She was blonde, maybe a little older than me, and had a good figure, but I didn't think she was all that pretty. Kind of hard looking, if you ask me. But the guys, omigawd, they were all over her, especially Mr. Brooks, the sales manager. And it was obvious that she didn't mind. Not at all. When we got home, even Bill commented on how hot she looked. That really surprised me. He usually doesn't notice that kind of thing.

Later that summer, we were all invited to Mr. Brooks's club for a dinner dance. This time, Maggie showed up in this semi see-through dress, backless with a cowl neck that dipped clear down to her navel. She did look good, I must admit, and she seemed so confident with all the attention she attracted. For the first time, I questioned my own taste and wished I had the courage to dress like that. I knew I had the figure for it, but I guess no one else would really know that from the way I dressed. I was still pretty conservative in that respect. Maybe it even bothered me a little bit that Mr. Brooks spent nearly the entire evening dancing with her. (To be honest, I had developed a little bit of a crush on him. Well, maybe more than a little! I often fantasized about being with him and on two occasions I had very erotic dreams about him. )

Looking around, I noticed that even though some of the wives of the younger guys were pretty and two had really fantastic figures that they were not exactly modest about, it was Maggie that attracted all the notice. When she walked around, you wondered how she could keep herself in her dress. She seemed constantly on the verge of spilling completely out of it. But I also noticed that guys' eyes never left her.

A month after the dinner dance, Maggie's husband, Brad, got promoted, and even worse, became Bill's immediate supervisor, the one who approved all his deals. I know that bothered him a lot that Brad got the promotion that he thought he should have had, and really would have if it had been based on sales performance alone. It was particularly hard because Brad is about three years younger than Bill and has no college credits at all. Bill almost has his AA degree. But I guess that's the way life is.

A couple of weeks after that, Bill came home and told me that Mr. Brooks had pulled him aside that day and complimented him on what a pretty wife he had, but had added that it's too bad she keeps herself so covered up! This is California, he'd said! She needs to loosen up a bit, get with the flow! I was pretty shocked and even embarrassed when Bill told me that. Like I said, I really, really liked Mr. Brooks. He's in his late forties, I guess, and not really that good looking, but he's a real big guy and I just loved the way he carried himself. He seemed so strong and assertive, the kind of guy who demands and gets respect. I knew Bill was scared to death of him. I definitely didn't want him to think I was a prude or anything, but still I thought what he said was kind of out of line. I didn't say anything, though, and Bill never said anything else about it either, so I never did know what he thought. I mean I think we both kind of thought that Brad got promoted because his wife was doing Mr. Brooks, though we never ever actually said that to each other or knew if it was true. I even tried to joke about it that week, saying stuff like, "I ought to go to the next party naked so you can be Brad's boss," but I could see that Bill was kind of bothered by it all.

I had more or less completely forgotten about Mr. Brooks's remark when, about four months later, Bill told me that we were invited to a house warming and Christmas party at Mr. Brooks's new house, where we'd have the chance to meet the owner of the dealership, Mr. Rancher himself. Because this was going to be a really special party, I asked if I could go and buy myself a new dress, and he said "Yeah, that would be okay," and I said laughingly "Maybe I should buy the kind of outfit Maggie would wear."

"That's probably a good idea," Bill said sort of sarcastically, "It sure couldn't hurt my career."

His remark upset me just a little, tiny bit, like he was saying I wasn't attractive enough or sexy enough or something, I don't know. Anyway, those ideas were in my head when I went shopping the next day.

Walking by what I always thought of as a sort of sleazy dress shop downtown, an outfit displayed in the window caught my eye. I guess it was supposed to be a formal cocktail dress, but omigawd, it was so revealing that it hardly covered anything. It was so outrageous that I was actually kind of embarrassed to just be standing there looking at it. It was a black, very clingy, backless dress, almost see-through, with a tiny little halter top front that left more than half of outside of the manikin's breast exposed . It enhanced its sexiness with slit down the entire front. The floor-length skirt had a slit matching the one on top which went all the way to the top of the thigh. It was an outrageously sexy gown, if you could call it that. I thought immediately that it would be such a funny trick to play on Bill to buy it and tell him that this is what I was wearing to the party, so I went in and asked to try it on.

There were only a few of the gowns on the racks, one that was a size too small and several that were much too large, so I tried on the small one. Omigawd, it fit me like a glove-a very tight glove, I must say-and was the most scandalous thing I had ever worn, by far!! Like on the manikin, the outsides of my breasts were completely exposed, but since my boobs are a lot bigger than the manikin's, the slit in the front of the top became absolutely astonishing once I slipped it on and filled it out. Much more of my breasts were exposed than covered-much, much more! The slit in the top revealed all of my midriff clear down to well below my navel. The skirt itself was fastened together by four hook-and-eye buttons that barely reached down past the top of my thigh where the slit in the skirt began. All that stood between me and total exposure was a tiny tie on the back of the halter top and those four little buttons! To say that it was intensely sexy was really to understate.

The second I tried it on I felt this enormous change in me. I felt sexy and alluring and omigawd so much like a woman! It was like the dress transformed me into a completely different person. I loved the way I looked and even more, the way I felt. God, I wanted so much to wear it in public, but how could I? It would be like wearing a sign that said, "Please fuck me!" The skirt was so tight I could hardly walk, but when I did I was astonished at the amount of leg that flashed out. Even buttoned, the slit in the middle of the skirt opened up dramatically, exposing my legs to the very top of my thigh when I walked. The skirt was far too tight and way too sheer to wear panties without showing ugly panty lines, but you certainly couldn't not wear them either! It would be like walking around completely naked! But standing still and looking in the mirror, I had to admit that the total effect was truly sensational. I had never had the courage to flaunt my body, and now I wondered why. I looked absolutely stunning. My body never looked so perfectly sculpted, and I know I had never worn anything in my life that fit me so provocatively or that made me feel so terribly sensuous. I suddenly didn't care what it cost. I wanted it.

I bought the dress and hid it away.

It turned out that Bill had to work until 8:00 on Christmas eve, the night of the party, so I had plenty of time to plan my little joke. (My therapist says that I've been lying to myself about its being a "joke." He's probably right. But this is my story, so I'll tell it the was I want.) I hardly ever drink, but that night I had a couple of vodka collins and took a long, leisurely bath. While shaving my legs silky smooth, I decided for some reason to shave completely. I don't have much pubic hair anyway and I've always kept it really closely trimmed besides, so it wasn't really a big deal, but the funny thing is that the process of shaving got me so, so turned on that I felt right on the verge of a spontaneous climax. I resisted, though, because if Bill got all turned on seeing me in my sultry new cocktail dress, he might want to use me. Since he's so stressed at work that he's rarely in the mood anymore, I wanted to be ready if he was. And just maybe, since I was ovulating at the time, we would make the baby we'd been trying to have for over a year now. What a great Christmas present that would be!

Drying myself and putting on my makeup (and having another vodka collins), I don't think I ever looked as stunning.or as totally, totally naked. I was amazed and terribly pleased at how sleek my body looked totally shaved! I decided right there that I would always keep myself that way. (And I have.)

I did my eyes really dramatically and even wore these luscious false eyelashes that I have been so tempted to try in the past. I was so glad I did; they made my eyes look so sultry and alluring. I tried a bunch of different lip shades and finally settled on a very deep ruby that seemed to complement my eyes. I had gotten my hair highlighted and done in a short spiky cut the week before and it just seemed absolutely perfect for this outfit. I love being blonde!

I slipped on a pair of very sheer black thigh high stockings and a pair of four-inch stiletto heels with a sexy ankle strap that I had bought last summer but never worn, and stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a little tipsy, true, and my judgment was a little muddled, but I just knew I had never been put together quite so perfectly. My breasts were impossibly full, my waist seemed wasp thin, and in those wonderful shoes, my legs just looked so perfectly long and shapely. I know it's just so awfully vain to say so, but honestly, I have never looked so striking.

It was just a few minutes before 8:00 when I slipped into that scandalous dress. For some reason I was very nervous when I put it on. When I turned and looked at myself in the mirror, I literally lost my breath. The gown was much more stunning and seemed even more revealing than it had been in the store. Maybe because, like I said, I was ovulating, which always makes my breasts nearly a cup size larger, I was spilling out of the dress. The skirt hugged my ass and showed its sultry shape to perfection. The flash of white flesh above my thigh highs when I walked would be intriguingly flirtatious, I knew. I looked fantastic.and totally available. I hoped Bill would agree.

A little past 8:00 I heard the door open and Bill walk back toward the bedroom where I was waiting in what I thought would be a titillating, but funny pose. Bill just stopped dead in his tracks. "My God," he said, looking at me as if stunned. "You look so, I don't know.hot, I guess!" he stuttered. "What's got into you?"

"Well, I hope you will," I said laughing. "Do you like it?" I sort of purred sexily. "Do you think you'll get the next promotion?" I added, sticking my chest out and pulling the skirt back.

I don't even think he heard me. "Wow! You really do look great," was all he could stammer out. "You're going to kill them at Mr. Brooks's party! He'll love it," he said, hesitating nervously.

"You silly," I giggled. "I'm not going out in this. I'd be arrested!"

"You're not?" he asked.

I was puzzled by his reaction. I couldn't really tell by his tone of voice if he was disappointed or relieved. I got the feeling that he wanted to please Mr. Brooks and that he was willing to use me to get his approval, but at the same time was afraid of what might happen.

"You mean you'd want me to?" I said quizzically.

"I don't know. I guess so. I mean, why not? I guess all the other guys' wives dress like that, don't they."

"Well, maybe not quite like this, Bill," I said, laughing as I walked across the room to him, showing the full length of my leg and, I was convinced, probably a glimpse of my freshly shaved pussy as well. "I practically fall out of the dress when I move."

"Well, you could just be careful when you walk, couldn't you? Everybody will probably love you in it, Mindy. I know Mr. Brooks will."

Now I really was confused. The last comment made me recall Mr. Brooks's earlier remark. Did he really think I was a prude? Does Bill think I caused him to lose that promotion because I wasn't sexy enough? Alcohol was clouding my thinking, it was true, but I still suspected that the answer to those questions was "Yes!" and I decided then and there that maybe I should go to Mr. Brooks's just like I was. What could it hurt?


How stupid was that!

"Bill, are you sure you want me to go like this?" I asked apprehensively. "I can't wear anything at all underneath it, you know, and as you can see it's very obvious that I'm not."

"I guess maybe it's good for you to be a little different sometimes, don't you think?" he stammered. "I know Maggie will be dressed in something sexy. And Mr. Brooks, you know.," his voice tailing off.

I could tell from the hesitation in his voice that Bill wasn't absolutely sure about this, not after seeing the whole effect of the gown when I moved in it and my very observable nakedness beneath it, and I was pretty sure he expected me to veto the plan and wear the simple knit dress I had planned to wear.

I was about to say I couldn't wear such a dress in public when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and, with Mr. Brooks's remark still echoing in my head and the vision of Maggie again stealing all the attention, I decided impulsively (and drunkenly) that I not only could, but I would. I felt sexy and beautiful in a way I never had. I wanted to be the one noticed tonight. "Okay, if you really want me to," I anxiously replied.

I could tell that my answer bothered Bill, but he didn't say anything more and left to take a shower and dress. I stupidly took the time to have another vodka collins and admire myself in the mirror. The combination of the two did much to bolster my confidence. I mean I was still quite a little bit nervous, but I also knew that there was something inside me that wanted to be recognized. I thought to myself that I deserved the chance to be the one looked at. For at least once in my life I would be the sexy one that everyone talked about. I knew I looked good and that I wouldn't be young forever. Why not flaunt it! It's not like I was going to be doing anything really bad, after all. And I did so much want Mr. Brooks to think I could be a little sexy occasionally.

I didn't have a formal coat long enough for the dress, but the fur jacket I got last year for Christmas went well with the dress and covered enough to make the dress look presentable in public.

At the house, Mr. Brooks greeted us at the door, smiled, and complimented me on how beautiful I looked. When he reached out for my jacket, I was suddenly very nervous. But when I unbuttoned it and felt Mr. Brooks slip it from my shoulders and recalled how sensational I looked in the mirror at home, I suddenly felt very calm and surprisingly confident. Turning to Mr. Brooks, I looked him directly in the eye and said, "Thank you so much for inviting us, Mr. Brooks."

The look on Mr. Brooks's face was just perfect. "Believe me," he said emphatically, as he let his eyes roam slowly up and down my body, "the pleasure is all mine." I felt truly desirable and for the first time, happy to be treated as a sexual object. The fascination, maybe even anticipation, in his glance was so suggestive and powerful that for the first time in my life I actually enjoyed the hint of lust I saw in a man's eyes rather than fear it.

Bill, on the other hand, seemed on edge, even a little embarrassed. Mr. Brooks's obvious appreciation wasn't helping.

And then, omigawd, Mr. Brooks did the most outrageous and certainly the sexiest thing ever done to me up to that time. Speaking to Bill but never taking his eyes from me, he placed his forefinger at the bottom of the slit in halter top just below my navel and very slowly traced a line from my belly to my throat while telling Bill what a "truly stunning" wife he had. The finger caressing my body right there in front of my husband sent such a current of excitement through my body that thought I might faint. I felt certain that desire was written all over my face. I could feel Bill tense up at my side.

Fortunately, however, tipsy as I was from the alcohol and Mr. Brooks' electric touch, I managed to regain enough sense to backed away just as his finger began to move back down and below the waist of the skirt. Still, I smiled up at Mr. Brooks as I stepped back, took his hand in mine, and told him how pleased we were to be there. The way he looked at me when he put his arm around me and invited us to join him at the bar made my heart race.

I was astonished at how many people where at Mr. Brooks' party, and as we worked our way toward the bar area, I was just as amazed at the very definitely interested looks from the men along the way. God, I felt so sexy and alluring. Even though I was by far the youngest person there at the time, I felt so sophisticated and womanly. But again, I could sense Bill's palpable nervousness. I knew he was regretting letting me come here dressed like this.

By the time we had reached the room where the bar had been set up, part of Mr. Brooks' hand had found its way below the back of my dress, which made me very uneasy. He appeared to feel he could do what he wanted to me and seemed utterly unconcerned with what Bill might think about it. I was terribly nervous, but equally excited because he was acting out every fantasy I had ever had about him. It was literally like one of my dreams come true. I should have known then what serious trouble I was in.

At the bar, we met Maggie and Brad and Tim and his wife, Brenda. Maggie, who was dressed in a scoop-neck micro mini, obviously without a bra, gave me the oddest look and raised eyebrow as if to ask if I now considered myself "competition." Brad just gave a low whistle and told Bill how hot I looked. Tim also complimented me profusely, and I could tell that his wife, who was dressed okay, but who certainly wasn't going to steal any attention from me or Maggie, sort of scowled at him. All of this attention was going straight to my head. I was terribly conflicted. I knew I shouldn't have dressed this way, but I felt exotic and enticing. And above all, I now realize, I desperately wanted take Mr. Brooks away from Maggie, to make him acknowledge how much sexier I was than she.

We all ordered drinks, and when I said I wanted a vodka collins, I overheard Mr. Brooks ordered the bartender to make mine a double. I know Bill heard it too and wanted to say something about that, like maybe I had had enough to drink already, but he didn't. He was too timid to say anything, I guess. For some reason, that excited me, too. Mr. Brooks was so obviously the boss!

We chatted a while, and when I had finished my drink, Mr. Brooks asked if we'd all like a tour of the new house. Brenda declined, saying she wanted to use the ladies' room. The rest of us said yes, and after making sure I had a fresh "double vodka," Mr. Brooks slipped his arm around me and began to lead us on the tour. I was very, very tipsy and more than a little woozy by this time. I wasn't sure I could walk without stumbling. I held Mr. Brooks' arm tightly.

We hadn't taken more than a few steps when I felt Mr. Brooks's hand slide around my back. I thought he was trying to support me, but when he slipped his hand beneath my skimpy top and cupped my right breast, I realized he had something else entirely on his mind. I was absolutely petrified. I glanced over to see if Bill had noticed. He must have, since he was standing just to my right, but I could tell that he was very consciously not looking. Mr. Brooks must have understood, too, because not only did he not remove his hand, he slid it up to gently pinch my nipple, which instantly began to stiffen in his grasp. I didn't know what to do. I was embarrassed. I knew this was wrong, very wrong. I tried to move away, but he just pulled he towards him even harder. I know I should have said something or at least tried again to move away, but in fact, I gave in. I found myself even pressing my body even closer to him. God, I was being such a ridiculous fool.

Our first stop on the tour was the study. I suppose because of all the drinks I'd had and undoubtedly also because of both my own nervousness and the sexual excitement of Mr. Brooks's hand fondling my breast, I suddenly felt very, very dizzy and had to sit down on the couch. I thought I was going to be ill, which would have simply embarrassed me to death. Mr. Brooks saw my condition and immediately came and sat beside me.

"It looks like your wife had a little bit too much to drink, Bill. Why don't you go out and tend to my host duties, and I'll stay here with her until she catches her breath," he said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and certainly didn't believe that Bill would leave me here in this condition with Mr. Brooks. To his credit, he did hesitate and say that perhaps it would be better if he stayed, but when Mr. Brooks told Bill rather firmly this time that he wanted him to go tend to the guests, he turned and started for the door. I was astonished and scared to death.and yet, maybe deep down, a little excited, too. Mr. Brooks had just ordered my husband from the room. He had to have known that Mr. Brooks was not going to just sit with me. Like everyone else, he certainly must have seen him fondling me in the hall, and yet he left. Was he giving me to him or was he just not man enough to confront him, I thought confusedly?

All I know is that Mr. Brooks must have felt extremely confident because before Bill had even gotten through the door, he had already loosened the tie that held my top up and it had fallen clear to my waist before he was completely out of the room. I fumbled at it, intent on pulling it back up, but Mr. Brooks quickly slapped my hand away. I heard Tim exclaim, "My God! What a rack!" As Mr. Brooks grasped both my very full breasts in his hands and began to fondle them, I pleaded weakly for him to stop, insisting that I wasn't that kind of girl, but my racing heart, panting breath, and stiffening nipples were telling an entirely different story. I was completely in Mr. Brooks' power now, and I guess he knew it.

"Bill's little wh*r* is a bit drunker than I thought," he said to the rest of the people in the room. I prayed Bill hadn't heard it. "I hope you all won't mind if I just go ahead and fuck her now while she's still conscious," he laughed, pushing me down onto the couch.

I couldn't believe what he had said, yet somehow the coarseness of the language excited me.

"Don't mind us," Maggie grinned. "It's not exactly going to be a ****, is it. I had no idea the little sl*t was so easy." Everybody laughed and joined in to encourage him to use me now while I was still awake. I honestly wanted to stop him. I'm sure I did. I honestly wanted to get up and leave. I know I did. I knew that Bill must be completely humiliated, but another part of me knew that I had better act right now because I wasn't going to be able to refuse him anything much longer. But surely, I thought, he isn't going to let them watch.

"How is the rest of your dress held together, Mindy?" Mr. Brooks asked.

To my utter surprise, I meekly muttered, "The four little buttons there in front," beginning to shiver in both fear and anticipation. In a drunken stupor, I watched him reach down and expertly unbutton me and pull the dress away. Suddenly, there I was, except for stockings and shoes, lying totally nude in front of Bill's boss him and many of his co-workers. How could I have got myself in such a situation. I had no idea what I was doing or what would happen next.

A number of the guys came over to get a closer look. All of them were excited about my shaved pussy and had begun cupping my breasts or pinching my nipples or caressing the silky smoothness of my pussy. I was still fearful and anxious about Bill, still embarrassed about lying there on total display, but in truth, I had no idea how thrilling I would find it to be lying naked, admired by all these men, waiting for one particular powerful man to do what he wanted with me. I was terribly conflicted, wanting to flee to Bill on the one hand, and on the other, wanting to be ravished in front of his friends.

Mr. Brooks pushed everyone aside and was suddenly standing in front of me holding a very erect and magnificently large cock in his hands. I remember thinking absurdly in my alcoholic fog that it so right that such a powerful man would have such a magnificent cock. And it truly was!

"Get on your knees, Mindy, and open your mouth," I recall him ordering me, pulling my head back roughly with my hair.

I was stunned. I believe I told him no, no, no, over and over again, at least I think I did, hope I did, but I also know in all honesty that, though I normally don't like this kind of sex-it seems so degrading to the woman-I quite willingly, even eagerly, dropped to my knees and opened my mouth to receive his beautiful cock. I had lost all sense of propriety. "God, the wh*r* really is easy," I heard Maggie sneer. But suddenly, the only think that mattered was that I please this powerful, assertive man. It seemed proper that I do everything to satisfy such a commanding, dominant man. I belonged on my knees in front of him. I felt honored to receive his cock in my mouth. That's what a mess I was.

He didn't hesitate a second. His first plunge went clear to the back of my throat, gagging me. I pulled away, choking back tears. To my dismay, I heard my "audience" laugh.

"She's apparently not too good at this," Mr. Brooks said to no one.

I felt myself blush. I was just mortified. Was I such a prudish little girl that I couldn't even perform oral sex properly? And how mortifying to fail in front of this audience, but especially in front of Maggie, whom I despised.

Grabbing my hair again, he said to me, "I should get Maggie here to give you a few lessons, Honey. I expected more out of a hot looking little b*tch than this. Tell her how it's done, Maggie." God, that hurt!

"Just ignore her when she gags," Maggie advised him "Don't let her pull her head back. Force your way down her throat. She won't be able to throw up if you get all the way down her throat quickly enough. Of course, she won't be able to breathe, either," she laughed.

Now I was thoroughly humiliated, kneeling there in front of Mr. Brooks, listening to Maggie instruct Mr. Brooks on how best to fuck my mouth. God, I couldn't even suck his cock properly?!

"That's why I love you, Maggie," Mr. Brooks intoned, grabbing the sides of my head and aggressively pulling me towards him.

Two hard strokes proved Maggie right. Rather than allowing me to pull back when I began to chock and gag, Mr. Brooks pulled my head forward and drove himself down my throat. Now, though I was still gagging, it had no effect. He fucked my throat with abandon. It was terribly uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe. My gag reflex was trying to push him away. Yet I was incredibly thrilled to be serving him, pleased that I could satisfy the oral needs of this supremely authoritative man. I felt so like a complete woman, as I looked into the intensity of his eyes while he forced his cock deeper down my throat. I hoped Maggie was watching as he finally plunged the last inch of his majestic cock down my aching throat, pulling my face into his pubic hair and holding it there. I nearly climaxed when he called me his "new wh*r*."

After what could have been minutes or seconds, I have no idea, I heard Brad yell out that Bill was coming down the hall. Mr. Brooks paused a second but left his cock deep in my throat. "Find out what he wants," he said, resuming his assault on my mouth.

I was excited at first to think that Bill was coming to reclaim his wife, but I must admit, I was even more thrilled that Mr. Brooks seemed completely nonchalant, continuing to fuck my mouth forcefully.

"It's Mr. Rancher on the phone," I heard Bill say hesitantly a few seconds later. "He needs to speak with you."

"Can't you see I'm busy!" he demanded, withdrawing his cock and allowing me to breathe a moment, but still holding tightly to my hair.

I was completely drunk with alcohol.and with passion. I didn't know if Bill was in the room or not or whether he was aware of what Mr. Brooks was doing to his wife. Though the lights were bright, there was a crowd around me, and I prayed that he wouldn't see me kneeling naked there in front of Mr. Brooks or a moment later watch my lips again encircle his fat cock as he positioned my head to accept his thick rod a second time. It both amazed and subtly thrilled me that during that entire conversation with Bill that followed, Mr. Brooks never stopped fucking me in my mouth. In fact, his intensity actually increased.

"Goddamn it!" Mr. Brooks said, shoving his engorged cock again deep into my burning throat. "Find out where he is and tell him I'll call him back in a minute or two."

"Yes, sir," I heard Bill reply. "Should I tell him anything else."

"Goddamn it, Bill. Just do what I said. You can tell him I'm preparing a nice little present for him."

I heard Maggie laugh out loud.

I hoped Bill had left, because instantly the ferocity of his fucking increased. He began to viciously drive his throbbing cock down deep into my abused throat. Then I sensed him slow, and when a second later he took three or four more deep, hard stokes, I heard him gasp and felt his penis swell. He pulled out of me, grasped me by the chin and ordered me to open my mouth. The first three streams of his cum hit the back of my throat, filling my mouth. As I was swallowing his powerful semen, the next few landed on my face and dripped down onto my breasts.

He ordered me to open my mouth again while he squeezed the last few drops of his delicious semen into my mouth and then had me clean his cock with my tongue. I did so reverently. When I had finished, to my complete astonishment, he slapped me hard twice across the face, explaining that I had angered him by swallowing too quickly, causing some of his cum to be wasted.

I meekly apologized and wiped the cum that had fallen to my breasts, putting it in my mouth, hoping to appease him.

Pushing me back down onto the couch, he stood there looking at me. "I wish I'd known what a hot little wh*r* you were a few months ago, Mindy. I had no idea you'd be so easy. Did you prepare that sweet little c*nt for me?" he said, reaching down to stroke its silky smoothness.

This was the second time someone had called me "easy," which I certainly did not believe I was, but somehow I found myself smiling shyly up at him, nodding my head slightly. Perhaps I had, I thought to myself.

"I'll bet it's tight, too. You're wet, aren't you, you little sl*t. You want Mr. Brooks to fuck you, don't you. You want Mr. Brooks to tear open that tight little c*nt, don't you," he growled, pushing two fingers deep into my yearning pussy. "You need to be fucked, don't you!"

I heard myself murmur, "Yes, sir," and again felt myself blushing.

"How the fuck am I going to keep you conscious until I get back?" he asked. Turning to Maggie, he said, "You still using uppers?" When she replied that she was, he asked her how many she took at a time.

"I've never taken more than two at any one time," she replied. "But if you really want to get her high, I've got some ecstasy you could give her. One tab of that and she'll want every man in the room fuck her."

"Brad, go get this little sl*t another vodka. Maggie, have her take four of those pills of yours when Brad gets back and two of the ecstasy. I want her hot and bothered! This little wh*r* is going to get herself well fucked before this night is over and I want her up for it. But Tim, nobody better fuck her while I'm gone, got that! I find that c*nt all messed up and there'll be hell to pay! I don't care if she begs for it. There'll be plenty of opportunity for the rest of sales staff to use her when I've finished with her. I'm putting you in charge. You'll all get a chance to fuck her, trust me."

Mr. Brooks pulled me to my feet by my nipples, kissed me hard, and left. I sat back down on the couch thoroughly shaken. I was both dismayed at what I had let happen so easily to me, scared at what Mr. Brooks had said was in store for me, and yet deeply disappointed that it had gone no further. I wondered what had happened to Bill.


When Brad came in, Tim took the vodka and began to feed me the four uppers and the two ecstasy tabs Maggie had given him before leaving with Brad. The vodka burned my abused throat terribly, but I swallowed it and the pills willingly because Mr. Brooks had ordered me to. In my haze I was vaguely aware of Tim going on about how beautiful I was, how he had no idea I had such great body, and how he loved women who shaved their pussies, all the while feeding me the vodka and uppers and ecstasy. "I can't wait to get the chance to fuck you, Mindy," he moaned, caressing my tits and c*nt tenderly with his free hand. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first met you. I'm going to really fuck you hard, make you remember me. I've always wanted to fuck you, you know. I'm going to fuck you a lot after this."

It all sounded so silly to me. I sat there for about fifteen minutes with Tim running his hands and tongue over my naked body as he examined every crevice and told me quite explicitly what he was going to do to me. I enjoyed Tim's tongue as it massaged my nipples and clit and heard myself moan when he pulled my clit between his teeth, but in truth, all I wanted was Mr. Brooks's extraordinary cock in me. Deep, deep in me! I don't know what had come over me.

I guess my performance with Mr. Brooks and all my naked, raw flesh sitting there right beside Tim and seemingly easily available finally became too much for him and he pushed me down and prepared to enter me. I don't know where the energy came from, but I fought him like crazy. How could he think to disobey M. Brooks! And how could he think I'd let one of his salesmen use me before he gave permission! He did manage to get inside me briefly, but I squirmed away. I think that embarrassed him. He asked me not to tell Mr. Brooks what had happened. I didn't answer, but I knew I would have to tell if he asked.

By the end of that time, the pills I had taken had kicked in to amazing effect. I was still horribly inebriated, I know, but I was so very awake, so intensely alert, so dramatically energized.and so erotically charged! If Tim tried again, I don't think I would have stopped him.

I managed to get myself back into my dress and was surprised at how stable I felt on my feet. I really felt like dancing, and as we left the room, I asked Tim to make sure he asked me to dance when we got back to the party. He assured me he would, and he was as good as his word. I think he was a little afraid of me right then.

We walked back to where Bill was talking to group of people I hadn't met. He introduced me to the very appreciative stares of the men and the somewhat less enthusiastic compliments from their wives and girlfriends. When I got dressed, I had apparently tied my top rather loosely and left the bottom button of the skirt unfastened. I probably looked pretty sl*ttish. I know he wanted to question me about what went on back there, but I was so energized that I think it confused him enough to just let it be. Or maybe he just didn't want to know. I have a feeling it was the latter.

Tim asked me to dance. I was eager to. I needed to expend some of this incredible energy flowing through my body. And I wanted him to know what he might have later that night, if Mr. Brooks allowed it. I was utterly shameless now. The drugs had done what Maggie said they'd do. I told him how much I was looking forward to him fucking me later that night. I felt his cock go ridged.

I have never danced so intensely or so frenetically or so erotically. I don't know how long I danced, but I do recall that I had at least four different partners trying to keep up with me, and that all of them managed to briefly get their hands inside the dress on one or two occasions. I made no effort whatsoever to stop them. None at all. I'm certain I was both encouraging and accommodating. I was totally engulfed in passion. I kept hoping that Mr. Brooks would come and dance with me, but he apparently wasn't here. I kept looking for him.

When I finally returned to Bill, he was standing by himself. "Try to keep yourself in your dress, Mindy," was all he said, not looking me in the eye. I know I should have been ashamed or at least more considerate of his feelings, but all I could think to say was, "Let's go have some fun," smiling at him. "Why don't you come dance with me?" I asked enticingly "It's a slow one," I purred seductively, putting his hands on my butt.

He did dance with me, briefly, though his heart didn't seem in it. I slithered up against him, rubbed my breasts into his chest, and ground my hips into him, but he seemed too tense to respond.

Then, omigawd, me heart began to beat so fast. I saw Mr. Brooks and a man I assumed to be Mr. Rancher talking with some people on the other side of the room.

"Let's go meet Mr. Rancher," I breathed intensely into Bill's ear.

He seemed reluctant at first, but I was very insistent.

Walking across the crowded room, I felt totally alluring, and the look that Mr. Rancher gave me as we pushed into his circle proved I had reason to feel that way.

"Well, who's this attractive little package, Giles?" he said to Mr. Brooks.

"This is Bill Parker's wife, Mindy, Dale. And she is something special, isn't she."

The men in the crowd nodded in agreement. God, I felt so hot. I guess it was the ecstasy or the combination of ecstasy, uppers, and alcohol. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Maggie working her way towards us as well.

I edged closer to Mr. Brooks and, wetting my lips, gave Mr. Rancher a very provocative stare. I was pleased I had tied my halter top so loosely and wished I had only fastened one of the bottom buttons. I wanted his attention on me entirely when Maggie got there. I leaned forward enough to let my top gape completely open. I don't know what was happening to me, but I just didn't want to have to share any of this attention with Maggie. The drugs and alcohol were raging inside me now. When Mr. Rancher just stared openly at my breasts, which I'd so wantonly put on display for him, I felt enormously desirable. I wanted him to pull them from my top and fondle them. I wanted both Mr. Rancher and Mr. Brooks to take me somewhere and enjoy me totally. I wanted to please them; like in my fantasy, I needed to show them how wonderful I could be for powerful men like them.

"She's the one I told you about, Dale."

"Very nice," Mr. Rancher grinned. "Very nice choice."

And then, as Maggie pushed her way into our circle, I did the most horrible, wicked thing I've ever done in my life. I reached up on tip toes and whispered in Mr. Brooks' ear, "Make Bill go away."

He squeezed me, laughed out loud, and said, winking at Mr. Rancher, "Bill, we're going to be giving out bonuses to upper management shortly, and I'd like Mindy here to do the presentations. Let her see how it works, since I'm sure you'll be part of the management team soon. You can go on home. We'll send Mindy home in a limo shortly."

I knew Bill would never buy that. It was just too transparent. But I didn't care. "Go ahead," I smiled at him. "I'll be okay. Really, I'll be fine."

Bill gave me the strangest look. I could see that he was completely confused about what to do. Mr. Rancher chimed in, "Yeah, don't worry. You go on now and let us get on with our business. Be a good man now. We'll send her home shortly," never taking his eyes from my deliberately displaced breasts.

He was still hesitating when Mr. Brooks said somewhat sharply, "Bill, come on, let's go. Didn't you hear Mr. Rancher? We have business to do!"

Mr. Brooks's pulled my butt into his stomach. His hand was now openly caressing my belly, and as he turned to Bill to more firmly order him home, I shamelessly sucked in my tummy to allow his hand to slip easily beneath the waist band of my skirt. Mr. Rancher watched intently as Mr. Brooks's hand slipped beneath my waistline and began to caress my silky smooth pussy. I hoped Bill had left as he was told, because Mr. Brooks was making no effort to hide what he was doing. I knew that Bill couldn't have left the house yet, but I prayed he at least had left the room. I forgot all about that, however, when I felt Mr. Brooks reach up to untie my halter top. I lowered my head slightly to make it easier for him. The look on Mr. Rancher's face when my tits popped into full view made me nearly cum. There was such raw lust in his gaze. His expression was just so intensely provocative!

Suddenly, another pair of hands grabbed the waist band of my skirt and in one quick motion ripped it completely from me. It was Tim. He had rendered me completely naked-except for my stockings and Mr. Brooks's hand massaging my c*nt. It's exactly how I wanted to look. I heard murmurs of appreciation from the men around me, and best of all, the look of unadulterated envy on Maggie's face. "Look at the body on that b*tch," I heard someone explain. "That's the smallest waist I've ever seen," an older woman exclaimed. That really made me feel terrific! "It's so perfect that she's shaved," she added. "She looks like a beautiful toy doll!" "A fuck toy," I heard the man standing with her say crudely.

Mr. Rancher took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them viciously, pinching and twisting my nipples, pulling me from Mr. Brooks's lap. I felt other hands on my ass, and another pair pulling my thighs apart. Someone, I think it was Tim, was kneeling between my legscand had slipped his tongue into my c*nt. He was wonderfully flickering it about my clit. "Has Bill left yet," I murmured to no one. I could see nothing but men's bodies around me.

"My God, you guys act like you've never had a piece of ass before," I heard Mr. Rancher laugh.

Suddenly, he had cleared everyone away from me, and grabbing my tits and lifting me to my feet, he swooped me up in his arms and turned toward the hall.

"As soon as Giles and I have had our fill of this hot little sl*t, we'll give you men a turn at it," Mr. Rancher said, motioning Mr. Brooks to join him. I prayed Bill had left like Mr. Brooks had ordered.

At the first bedroom, Mr. Rancher dropped me on a bed and began to undress. Like Mr. Brooks's, his cock too was large-longer, but maybe not as full as Mr. Brooks'--and as I gazed at it, I began to wonder if perhaps all powerful and successful men are endowed this way.

I should have been embarrassed, I supposed to hear Mr. Brooks telling Mr. Rancher how "easy" I was and to listen to him inform him about how best to use my mouth. I should have felt totally ashamed to realize that I was no more that an instrument of their pleasure and that I was about to become their mere fuck toy of the evening. But I was too far gone by that time.

Mr. Brooks ordered me to my knees in front of Mr. Rancher.

"Ignore the gagging, Dale, and you'll get yourself a real nice little face fuck," Mr. Brooks suggested, steadying my head for him between his large hands.

"Open your mouth wide, b*tch, and don't close it until I say so," Mr. Rancher growled.

The course language seemed to excite me more and I opened my mouth eagerly. I wanted to give Mr. Rancher the same pleasure Mr. Brooks had gotten, and more than that, I wanted them both inside me. I wanted my body to be theirs to do what they wanted with it. I didn't have to wait long.

Mr. Rancher drove to the back of my throat, and with only a momentary hesitation, quickly pushed his engorged cock deeply down my throat. A great groan escaped his lips.

"Where'd you get this b*tch, Giles? She's got the best body I've seen in years. Great tits, sleek pussy, and can suck cock like a pro," he exclaimed, pinching my nipples viscously and fucking my throat harder now. "I'd like to keep her awhile."

"She's one of my salesman's wife. I think I could manage to send him away for a week or so. Think you can get your fill of her by then?"

"I don't know. If her c*nt is as good as her mouth, if she can fuck like that Maggie b*tch, I might want her a little longer. All right, honey," he said, withdrawing his enormous cock from my abused throat. "Let's see what your c*nt is like. Have you fucked her yet, Giles."

"Just her mouth. But her c*nt and ass better be totally unused or some ass is going to be kicked," he said seriously. "Anybody fucked you tonight, Mindy?"

I shook my head. "No, sir," I murmured. "Tim tried to, though."

"You wanted to be fucked, though, didn't you. By every guy in the house."

I nodded my head meekly.

"Well, I think Mr. Rancher is ready to accommodate you, you little sl*t," Mr. Brooks laughed.

"Oh, yes, Mindy, that I am," Mr. Rancher growled, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me to a bed.

"Please, sir, if it's all right," had the foresight to beg," please don't cum inside me. I'm fertile right now,"

"Spread your legs and shut the fuck up," was his only answer.

I was definitely upset by his response, but when he stepped between my legs and spread my thighs, I thought I was going to pass out from pure excitement. I knew everything was wrong about what I was doing, but watching Mr. Rancher's throbbing cock descending toward my wet, yearning pussy, preparing to make it his own made my heart pound with anticipation. I knew that for the first time I was about to be taken by a real man, the kind who saw what he wanted and took it!

He didn't disappoint. As his cock parted my labia and pushed deep into never before explored regions of my vagina, I almost instantly began to climax. He was so long and so hard and so sure of himself. The pain I experienced when he tore wildly into unused areas of my pussy was nothing compared to the rising wave of pleasure I felt coming from deep inside me. I could only hope he'd do what I asked and not cum inside me.

"Damn, this b*tch is tight!" Mr. Rancher announced. "I don't think she's used to a full- sized cock. I'm going to have to work a little to get her opened up."

Turning to me, he said, "I'm going to fuck you harder now, Mindy, and I'm probably going to hurt you. You're not used to a cock this size, are you."

I shook my head. "No, sir," I gasped, "You're much, much bigger than my husband."

"Giles, why don't you come over and work the sl*t's mouth for a while," Mr. Rancher said to Mr. Brooks. "That'll give her something to concentrate on while I'm getting her tight little pussy opened." He didn't need any further invitation, and soon his cock was pushing its way down my throat.

Pushing my legs up to my chest, Mr. Rancher spread me open roughly and began driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. His violation of my body was so intense that even Mr. Brooks had to withdraw from my mouth to admire it.

"Oh, God, oh, God, Mr. Rancher," was all I could say.

"You like to be fucked this way, don't you, wh*r*," he panted out, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes," I moaned.

The long, rigid tool splitting me open continued its relentless invasion on my body. The more ferociously he drove his cock into me the more intense my pleasure became. I was deep in the throes of an engulfing climax when I heard him say breathlessly, "I'm going to cum inside you now, Mindy. Beg me, wh*r*."

"Yes, omigawd, cum inside me! Please cum inside me! Fill me up. Fuck me hard. I want you to cum in me. I want your hot cum in me," I moaned obediently and frenetically.

Six hard strokes latter I got what I asked for. Mr. Rancher's fabulous cock convulsed once and I felt the most wonderful and powerful series of ejaculations fill my quivering pussy.

Within seconds of Mr. Rancher's withdrawing, Mr. Brooks had flipped me onto my belly and lifted my hips in the air to prepare his invasion of me. This time it would be my ass. I wanted to beg him not to, but knew that would do no good, and shut my mouth.

He wasted not a second. Both men laughed out loud when Mr. Brooks' rending of my virginal ass produced a shriek of pain. The more I cried out, the harder Mr. Brooks pounded, and the harder he pounded the more Mr. Rancher encouraged him.

"Rip her ass open, Giles. Get her nice and open for the salesboys," Mr. Rancher chuckled.

I've never felt such intense pain and it was with great relief that I felt him finally prepare to pull out of my ruined ass and begin his invasion of my much more willing c*nt. The instant I sensed the entire length of his cock embedded in me, I began to climax again. Apparently, the excitement of watching Mr. Rancher's onslaught had considerably aroused Mr. Brooks, and it took only a dozen or so hard thrusts until he too unloaded his own massive load of seed into my ready c*nt.

"You through with the c*nt, Dale?" Mr. Brooks asked, withdrawing his cock and offering it to me to clean. "I want to give the sales staff a go at her pretty soon."

"Yeah, I guess. That might be entertaining. I want to fuck that Maggie b*tch next anyway. But I'll certainly want to fuck this wh*r* again tomorrow, if the sales staff doesn't fuck her to death. Make sure you bring her around."

"No problem, Dale. Mindy's our private little wh*r* now, aren't you, b*tch."

I nodded my head yes.

"Answer me."

"Yes sir, I'm your wh*r*, sir"

"Let's take a little bet on which one of us was able to knock her up," Mr. Rancher laughed.

"Let's do," Mr. Brooks replied. "Make it fifty bucks, and loser pays for the blood test."

"You're on," he laughed. "Tell the sales staff that they can cum in her mouth or ass, but that's it. They can fuck her c*nt, but don't let any of them unload in it. Tell `em that if they do, they'll be out of a job in the morning," declared Mr. Rancher. "Mindy, nobody cums in your c*nt until we say so, not even your husband. You got that?"

I answered that I understood, and was amazed at how turned on I was getting by the way they were talking about me I really was their fuck toy, something to play with. As horrid as it seems to me now, I enjoyed the idea of being their willing wh*r*. All I wanted to do was to fuck and to please them with my body. Ecstasy is a strange drug.

When they walked me out naked to present me to the sales staff, I felt this great surge of pride. Tim was the first to greet me. He pushed me immediately down on to a couch and was inside of me before Mr. Brooks finished telling everyone about not ejaculating in my pussy. I could see Tim was so disappointed about that, but I made sure he got full use of my mouth. I think he was really pleased when I thanked him for his cum.

I think four or five of the sales staff and all six of the garage mechanics stayed around to get their reward, and I tried my best to please them. They were rough with me, but I always smiled and thanked them. The experience of having every opening of my body filled at the same time was especially incredible. Brad was by far the most brutal, and at Maggie's urging, alternated between my ass and c*nt with exceptional ferocity. When he entered my mouth, I could taste blood from his rending of my ass.

When Mr. Brooks finally took me to his limousine to drive me home I was exhausted and satisfied. Fortunately, he let me shower first or I would have been just covered in cum, as many of the men elected to cum on my face or tits. At Mr. Rancher's insistence, I dutifully wiped it from my body and put it in my mouth.

Unfortunately, no one could find my dress so I had to get in the car wearing nothing but the short fur I came in. This would be hard to explain to Bill, I thought. As tired as I was, I didn't even bother to button it. I noticed Mr. Rancher's driver, a very ugly, mean looking colored guy, move the rearview mirror so he could get a better look. If he had been white, I probably would have been a little embarrassed and covered up, but I certainly wasn't going to worry about what a "nigger" (as we call them in Georgia) thought about me! I simply told him to get his filthy black eyes off of me and totally ignored him. I've always treated coloreds that way.


I was so tired, but still so wired from the drugs and all the excitement. I could still feel the tingle of the many cocks that had so mercilessly invaded every crevice of my body. The memory of those seemingly endless climaxes were flashing though my mind when I felt the car pull off to a side street. I asked the driver why we had stopped, but instead of answering, he turned off the motor and got out of the car.

A second later the back door opened, and suddenly the biggest, ugliest colored man I had ever seen was getting into the back seat with me. I couldn't believe what was happening. I yelled at him to get out of the car and get back where he belonged. All he did was laugh and unbuckle his belt. "Sorry, baby, but I gotta have me a piece of that fine white pussy been starin' at me this whole trip. Nice rack on you, too, b*tch," he sort of snarled, pulling my jacket completely open.

I really was terrified this time. I screamed that I would tell Mr. Rancher, but he just continued to fondle my breasts and caress my very tender pussy with one hand while the other pulled his hardening cock from his pants. I watched in panic as he extracted his enormous black pole and waved it in my face. It was like nothing I had ever seen. It was like it had a life of its own, continuing to grow larger and larger as I stared at.

"Oh, God, please don't do that to me," I begged, truly in terror now. "Please, you're too big. You'll hurt me." I began to cry. He grabbed my head and began to kiss me, forcing my mouth open. His disgusting black tongue forced its way into my mouth. Nothing worse had ever happened to me.

"Get away from me, you filthy black nigger," I screamed, managing to turn my head aside briefly. "I'm white!!!"

He just laughed that dreadful laugh again and grabbed me by the ankles. I suddenly found myself being dragged towards his monstrous black fuck tool. His cock seemed to loom larger every second. It now inches from my white pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was so black it glistened, and its size was absolutely petrifying. "Get away, you black bastard. I'll tell Mr. Rancher," I yelled, sobbing desperately while trying to squirm away from his relentless cock. I reached out and grabbed his massive tool to keep him from penetrating me and to my utter horror discovered its true size. It took two hands to completely encircle it.

He jerked my hands behind me, arching my back up, and an instant later, I watched in horror as the head of his dreadful black cock disappeared into my bare white pussy. Two thrusts later, he had buried half of his foot-long tool into my pussy.and the first embarrassing moan escaped my lips.

For a Southern girl, nothing could be worse than this. I was being fucked by a nigger, and worse, he was fucking me better than I had ever been fucked that night. Mr. Rancher and Mr. Brooks had done an excellent job opening me up, and this nigger was making full use of that fact. Each long fat stroke drove deeper and deeper into my unprotected womb. The thickness of his straining cock got thicker and thicker at the base of his incredible shaft, and as a result, he was literally tearing me open, driving my clit wild, the deeper he pushed into me. He was already as deep as Mr. Brooks or Mr. Rancher had been, and I realized in utter dread that he still had a third of his cock to impale me with.

I'm goin' break that pussy apart. You goin' take every inch of this black cock in that white pussy," he snarled.

"Omigawd," was all I could think.

With that, he pulled my legs apart as wide as he could and pushed them up to my shoulders. Each hard stroke now slammed viciously against my cervix. I knew almost immediately that his assault on my pussy was soon going to have its desired effect as I sensed my cervix begin to give way under his fierce pounding. Without warning, I felt my cervix rupture and his horrid black cock slip completely into my womb and wave after wave of pure pleasure began to mask what I know should have been terrible pain.

I shrieked out in pleasure as every delicious inch of his throbbing ebony fuck stick ripped into my wet and now bleeding vagina. His black cock seemed endless in length. I seemed to wait forever for that immense cock to finish its journey into the depths of my womb. Inch after endless inch found its way deeper and deeper into the recesses of my newly opened womb. When he had finally completely impaled me on the enormity of that black shaft, the thickness at the base of his cock literally strained my c*nt to the tearing point. I didn't care. I could no longer help myself. I just went into this wild frenzy. I had never been fucked like this.

All I could do was repeat over and over "Fuck me, fuck me, you nigger, fuck me hard! Fuck me harder!" I screamed

He just grunted something about white pussy. And then, to my dismay, he abruptly pulled out of me and momentarily tried my mouth. It was much too small for his fat black cock. I was frenetic now.

"Put it back in me, put it back in me," I wailed. "Fuck my c*nt with that big black cock!"

Without warning, he pulled me out of the car and pushed me tits down on to the hood of the car. I was completely nude on a public street, bent over the hood of a car, being fucked by an ugly black man.and I didn't care!

I sensed that my ass must be his next target. I screamed in pain as the first six hard, expert thrusts into my ass destroyed it completely. The next dozen or so hard, grunting strokes turned it into a bloody mess. I didn't care.

Tiring of my ass, he expertly flipped me over and prepared to reinvade my pussy. I could feel elation surge through my body as I encouraged him over and over "Oh yes, fuck my c*nt now, fuck my c*nt hard." When I felt his fabulous black cock stretching my c*nt open again, I grabbed him by the neck and kissed him with more passion than I have ever shown, pushing my tongue into his mouth and moaning, "fuck my white pussy you black nigger, fuck it, fuck it!" kissing him harder and harder, my tongue deep in his disgusting black mouth. This was my ultimate degradation.

The climax I experienced when he dropped his enormous, hot, nigger load into my fecund white pussy was by far the most intense I have ever experienced. He fucked me three more times in the space of two hours, dumping gobs of black seed in me. Each climax I experienced was as intense as the first. I promised to let him fuck me whenever he wished, and I have been true to my word.

Bill wasn't home when the driver, Lamar, dropped me off at dawn. Tim told me later that Bill had seen Mr. Rancher carry me into the bedroom, and was actually one of the guys who fucked me later on. He said he was in tears. How odd. I guess I must have been really out of it, because I didn't even notice him. I wonder if he came in my ass or mouth.

He left me, of course, and Mr. Brooks fired him. He gave me his job. I service "special" clients. He and Mr. Rancher are waiting to see whose child I'm carrying. I'm just starting to show. If it's a girl, I have to put it up for adoption, they say. I just hope it's not Lamar's. I think it probably is, though. I really should get an abortion.

But whatever. I still think I'm a good girl, even though I guess everyone else, especially my therapist, thinks I'm a wh*r*. I mean, besides the clients I do to keep my job, I only fuck Lamar and my therapist now. Well, and occasionally Mr. Brooks, when he has time. That doesn't make me a wh*r*, does it. What do you think?