2003-09-05 - 2:43 p.m.
A reader sent me this story, which is hot enough to spontaneously combust.
It's deliciously nasty.
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Reality by Matthew
Clutching the crumpled note in her hand, Lauren's mind was still wracked with doubt.
"This is stupid Lauren," she says under her breath, "How many articles and stories have you read about women being raped or worse, you met this guy on the Internet for Christ's sake. Stupid, stupid, just go home. Fantasy is one thing--this is--"
Reality?
Quite another thing, she thinks. That's why you're going to push the button and see what happens.
Lauren's hand reaches out, pushing the call button for the loft elevator. She had always seen the large lofts in movies, the kind with the former service elevators that now take residents up and open directly into the loft itself. This was the first time she had ever seen one.
Deep below she heard the groaning sound of machinery, the elevator waking up and slowly descending to swallow her up and take her to whatever fate awaited her in the dark, mysterious apartment above.
***
A week ago Lauren had been settling in for an evening of surfing, maybe writing a hot entry for her Internet diary. She was horny, but lately the chats with mostly uncreative idiots had left her cold, her motivation for writing her dirty fantasies slipping. Occasionally someone inspired would happen along in the cold depths of cyberspace and really turn her on, her fingers starting slowly, then more furiously working between her legs. Her imagination vividly sparked by a particularly dirty detail here, a few nasty names there. But those meetings were few and far between of late, and though her sexual appetites were still strong, they were becoming more difficult to satisfy adequately. In a word, she was bored.
"Hello Lauren" the messenger box popped up on her screen, flickering in the darkness.
Lauren sighed, she considered not even answering the standard greeting, knowing it would be followed by some banal cyber "foreplay" and followed by one of a few common fantasy exchanges as this guy got off on her dirty disposition. Oh she would get off too, she was sure of that, but it wouldn't be anything new, she was certain.
But the name of her late night caller struck a chord in her somewhere, this was no "9InchStud", no "HotFuckGuy", no "RoCkHaRd6969". The name was simply "Reality".
Lauren put her fingers to the keys, somewhat intrigued by the name, and typed a response:
WickedWife: Hello Reality, that's an interesting name
Reality: Its not only what I am called, its what I am offering you
Lauren felt her blood chill slightly but recovered quickly, she had been offered fulfillment of her fantasies before, this was nothing special. But the directness, the matter of fact presentation, this was certainly new.
WickedWife: That's quite an offer, elaborate
Reality: I don't think I need to do that. We both know what it is you want Lauren. The real question isn't whether I understand your needs, or if I can accommodate them. The question, Lauren, is whether or not you're brave and adventurous enough to come and get it.
WickedWife: Well it certainly is tempting, but I don't even know you, surely you don't expect me to just show up somewhere and subject myself to whatever it is you have in mind.
Reality: Don't patronize me Lauren, I know it's tempting. And that is exactly what I expect you to do, because you wont be subjecting yourself to what *I* have in mind--.you'll be subjecting yourself to exactly what you have in mind. How often are you offered your deepest, darkest fantasies fulfilled?
WickedWife: Listen, this is crazy. If this is your approach to get me excited for a cyber fuck, I admit, its novel and unique. But why don't you tell me what you're really after.
Reality: I'm emailing you an address Lauren, along with a date and time in a week. This offer only comes your way one time. We will never speak over the Internet again, and the email I am sending is the only one you will ever get. I'm not here for a cyber fuck, what I have planned is so much more. I do hope you'll take me up on my offer. Good night Lauren.
Lauren stared at the screen for a moment, she knew now there would be no diary entry or chatting tonight, she was far too put off by this exchange. It excited her and scared her at the same time. Her mind vacillated through several states, cycling through each over and over again. This is some sick fuck with bad intensions, how could he possibly think I would just show up somewhere. But if it is what he says--can I pass it up? Please Lauren, he's just read your page, he's some geek playing mind games, there will be no email, and even if there is, it wont be for real.
She clicked over to her mail client, reading through a few comments from readers of her diary, a couple of notes from friends, spam offering her breast enlargement and a better interest rate on her mortgage, and � her heart thudded in her chest -- The subject line read simply "An invitation to reality, from Reality". She clicked it open, as promised, it was simply next Friday's date, the time of 8:00 PM and an address. At the bottom it was signed "Are you ready for the next step Lauren?". She blinked, read the last line three times before convincing herself, again, that this was just someone playing games. She logged her email off, closed down her computer and went to bed.
She lay there, next to her sleeping husband, unable to drift off. Could this be for real? And exactly what fantasy is he talking about? The words in the chat window and the email raced through her mind, her vivid imagination coming up with several scenarios, meeting the stranger, some fiercely dominating man, her submitting to his sexual will, being used over and over again, the names he might call her, the dirty things he would do. Her fingers slid silently between her legs, her pussy already soaking wet. She slowly rubbed herself, hearing a commanding voice in her head, no concrete fantasy, just the words, "slut", "whore", "cunt". That voice, the hands on her hips, in her hair, the cock in her mouth, "suck it slut", squatting over the floor, rubbing herself, "that's a good girl", out of her mouth, in her cunt from behind, "such a sweet pussy", fingers in her asshole, "so tight", the rhythm of pounding cock, the sweat, the grunting, "cumming in your slutty fuckhole", her orgasm, his orgasm, the warm cum filling her up----
"Uhhhhhhh", she gasped out loud, the climax tearing through her body, her pussy grasping at her invading fingers rhythmically, the honeyed juices dribbling out of her throbbing hole.
"What?" her husband said still half-asleep, rolling over.
"What? Oh--.nothing--nothing, just had a dream, a nightmare, go back to sleep"
A nightmare perhaps--or a dream come true?
Reality.
***
Lauren had spent every night that week with similar fantasies, late night chats no longer interesting her, she concocted elaborate scenarios that always started with meeting this mystery person and quickly turned into extremely graphic and filthy fantasies, her self-induced orgasms were intense from the vivid imagery in her mind, and she couldn't keep her fingers off of, or out of, herself. Finally she decided she would go, she was still convinced nothing would happen, and she told herself she could leave at any time, and really, it would turn out to be nothing but the seed for a week of renewed intensity in her own fantasies. For that, she told herself, she owed someone a thank you and at least an appearance.
"But I'm not going to go through with any of this stuff I've been thinking of, I don't even know this guy." She said, stepping into the elevator. But it was feeling far more real than she ever imagined. The darkened building, the old loft elevator, no one in the world knew she was here. Anything could happen to her, and her assailant or assailants would get away with it easily. She knew that, and certainly he (they?) knew that she wouldn't have told anyone where she was going. Suddenly a panic gripped her as she realized just how stupid it was to turn up alone to meet a total stranger who surfed the web and found her because of her graphic fantasies that often included rape. "Jesus Lauren!", what are you DOING? She stepped toward the elevator door, but it was too late, before she reached the threshold it had closed and was already taking her up to her fate. There was no stop button, no alarm, only two buttons marked 1 and 2, with "2" illuminated though she didn't remember pressing it. She punched "1" over and over but the inexorable ascent didn't stop, she was going up to whatever was in store for her, like it or not.
Reality.
Cell Phone! I could call home, she thought. "Yeah Lauren, call home", she said to herself. "Honey, I'm possibly about to be raped and murdered by some guy whose loft I went to willingly because he promised to fulfill my dirtiest sexual fantasies and I've been furiously masturbating for a week just thinking about it, only now I'm scared, could you come and get me?"
Get a hold of yourself, you did this to yourself, you have to get out of it. You'll just tell him you made a mistake and you'll go home, lesson learned.
Lauren tried to remain calm, her hands shaking, her breathing quickening, and to her surprise--her pussy moistening.
The elevator came to a groaning stop, the doors swinging open slowly. She looked out to see an empty loft, hardwood floors, a few light fixtures, none of them on, the room only illuminated by the light of dusk through the dirty windows. She stepped out, her heels echoing through the entire loft, like walking through a deserted library. She had never felt so alone, standing in this room, dressed in a black blouse, a short black skirt, silk black panties and stockings and her best heels. She felt as if it was impossible that there could be another human being within miles of where she was standing right now. But as her eyes panned through the room to a bare, concrete pillar that stretched up through the floor and all the way to the ceiling, she realized she was wrong, possibly dead wrong.
"Hello Lauren, I'm glad you could make it", he said. The first thing that struck her was his size. He was tall. Not only that, he was built like a pickup truck. Not fat by any means, but stocky. Not particularly handsome, but certainly not ugly. Her had short brown hair, gray eyes, big hands and wore a white oxford shirt and a pair of dark jeans and brown leather shoes. His voice was intense, commanding yet calm. She stared at him for what seemed like an hour, unable to speak until he started to move slowly towards her.
"Uhhhh, hi. Listen, I think I'm over my head here. I admit, our talk intrigued me, more, it excited me, I've been thinking about it all, the email too, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but I, I'm just, I might have made a mistake."
"Shhhhh", he said, shaking his head slowly, still walking towards her. "Look at how you're dressed, you came here meaning business, its normal to be afraid. But you're here, you had all week to think about it, to talk yourself out of it, and yet you woke up this morning and decided to come. You dressed in that short skirt, those sheer stockings, no doubt some sexy, black panties, and those heels that are screaming �whore'". She winced at the word, she loved to be called names in her fantasies, but this man had just called her a whore, it surprised her a little to actually hear it, and though it excited her as she imagined, she felt a little anger and disgust as well.
"Look, I'm just going to leave, you're right, I did get all dressed up for this, I did think about it all week, and thanks for the fantasy, but this is a little too much reality." She backed up slowly, not wanting to take her eyes of the ever-advancing figure, but as she felt the wall behind her, she turned to press a call button for the elevator that wasn't there. Before she could turn back, she felt the two largest hands that had ever touched her on her hips, holding her still. He leaned against her slowly, his warm breath on the back of her neck. "Convince me that you really want to leave, and you'll walk out of here untouched. But I've gone to a lot of trouble, and so have you, and its not going all for nothing without a good reason."
Lauren shuddered, stiffening at the touch, her blood turning to ice, her heart thudding in her chest. Scared and excited at the same time, unsure of how to respond, she was somewhat comforted by his assertion that she could leave untouched, but his words were in direct conflict with the hands on her hips that were preventing her from moving. She was completely unable to say a single word as her mind raced with the vivid images of a million outcomes to her present situation.
"So, are you going to listen to what I have to say, or are we going to talk some more about you leaving?"
"I--I'll listen for a minute, but I, I still might leave."
"Put your hands above your head, palms on the wall"
"What!?"
The hands tightened on her hips. "Again, we can discuss you leaving right now if you would like, but if we're going to play, rule number one is you don't question me Lauren. I know what it is you need, and how it needs to be given to you, now put your hands on the wall above your head."
Lauren shuddered again, her breathing quick and short, but she complied, feeling herself sinking beyond the point of no return, still wondering why she wasn't telling this asshole to get his fucking hands off of her and let her go.
"Good girl, have you ever heard of MDMA?"
"You mean Ecstasy?", Laruen's voice quivered.
"Ecstasy is a derivative, but yes, it's a sex drug. But Ecstasy has different effects on different people, for some it doesn't necessarily make them want to fuck, it just makes them feel things differently, more acutely. The popular mythology is that its some sort of aphrodisiac, but while it may enhance the sexual experience or prime the pump, so to speak, for some, it isn't something that turns the average person into a quivering mass of sexual need." The man explained, his voice authoritative, even, his warm breath still grazing the short, red hairs on the back of Lauren's neck.
She felt her knees weakening, her arms aching from being stretched above her head. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked, somewhere in the back of her mind almost knowing the answer.
"Because I have something that I think does have that effect. It hasn't been tested too heavily," he explained, "the problem being that like so many other drugs, its not something that will bring about a 180 degree change in someone. No sex drug in the world is going to make a nun run through the streets begging strangers to fuck her. This is no different, what it does do is release inhibitions, focus the mind on the fantasy centers and allow the logic areas to step aside and allow them to be realized. Do you understand what I am saying Lauren?"
"N-no," she answered almost in a whisper, wondering to herself why she was bothering to lie.
"I think you do Laruen," the man said coolly, his hands now moving over her hips slowly, rhythmically. "You've got some nasty fantasies, your fantasies touch on subjects taboo to probably all but 5% of the population or less. I have something that will make you receptive to acting them out, that will release the natural locks your logical mind puts on your fantasies because of concerns for your safety, your marriage � your dignity."
All of Lauren's dirtiest fantasies began to rush through her mind in frozen images, her nipples hardened, her clit began to swell, and her already soaked pussy thickened and warmed with the rush of fresh blood. Lauren even felt her anus quiver, tightening at the graphic nature of some of the vivid pictures flooding her head. What the fuck was this man preparing her for?
"Don't move, my little whore," he commanded. Seconds later she felt his hand move over her shoulder, and before she could react, he was pressing a white cloth over her nose and mouth, she had a momentary vision of so many movies, someone being knocked out with chloroform, she wondered if she would ever wake up, if she would be murdered, or possibly find herself tomorrow, naked in a ditch, unaware of what had been done to her. She squealed as her head filled with a chemical vapor, not unlike nail polish remover, yet not as potent, she tried to jerk away, at the same time preparing to slip into unconsciousness, almost accepting her fate.
As she closed her eyes to drift away, she felt no dulling of her senses, no slowing of her mind. Instead the images of her fantasies returned, but this time with a vengeance. She saw them now like she never had before, almost not as desires--but as memories, as things she had done before and could not wait to do again. The dirtiest, most depraved closets of her mind were suddenly illuminated, and the skeletons hidden there began to awaken. Gone were any inhibitions she had previously felt, the worries of the consequences of actually acting out these twisted scenes. All that remained were the looping mental movies of her darkest desires, and the will to see them brought to life.
"Uhhhhhhhhh" she sighed, letting out a single groan, filled with arousal and need. Her hands sliding down the wall, one of them finding its way to her chest, pinching her own nipple, the other sliding up her thigh, under her skirt, her thumb brushing her soaked, silken panties. "Jeeeeesus Christ--.oh god--what have you done to me--."
"I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want, and judging by your writing, that would be a very short list. Tell me, what are you seeing right now?" He asked, almost with scientific interest.
"So many fucking hard cocks--so many--.my god--." She moaned, her fingers starting to rub her pussy as her other hand tweaked her swollen tits, completely without any shame at suddenly masturbating in front of a complete stranger. "So many, everywhere, white, black, in my mouth, calling me a whore, cumming all over me, my god so thick up my ass, in my cunt, so many but not nearly enough."
"Excellent, its working just as designed." The man said, pleased, watching her wreath on her own hands.
"God he's--.he's--pissing on my cunt, oh god yes, so much cum all over me. Its all over me--all over--uh--uh--.UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", suddenly her body convulsed, her hand working quickly over her soaked cunt as she climaxed violently, but instead of collapsing, or even exhaling as her vaginal walls pulsed rhythmically, she only started rubbing more furiously, forcing her fingers into her swollen, soaked cunt sheath, pulling on her nipples, tearing at her blouse to free her tits. "More, more, please, this too much! Do something, please, PLEASE!"
"Gentlemen, I think this little bitch is more than ready for anything you have to give her."
Through the fury of her self stimulating hands, she saw a light come on in the middle of the loft, beneath the light was a wire framed bed, with a single, sheetless mattress on top. It looked like something she had seen in a cheap porno flick, just big enough to hold the star up at cock level while dozens of young studs waited their turn with her mouth, her pussy or her asshole. She briefly wondered if it was a memory or something she had just now created in her head, the line between fantasy, memory and reality impossibly blurred. But before she could dwell on it even superficially, there were large hands all over her body, lifting her, depriving her briefly of her ability to touch herself. She looked around to see herself being carried by three men in jeans and white t-shirts. They were muscular, the kind of bodies you get from hard work and not the weight room. From the belts they wore and a few of the implements hanging from them, she realized these guys were construction workers. Their hands were big and rough, their bodies smelled of sweat, and their eyes were filled with greedy lust.
They dropped her like a duffel bag onto the bed, she landed on her back, staring up into the bright light just above her. The flash blinding her to the dark parts of them room, but she could hear herself being surrounded, she wondered how many there could be, could there possibly be enough?
Her mental query was answered by a flood of hands on her body, her blouse was torn open, her skirt pulled off, her panties first pulled aside, then off completely. She felt hands groping her tits, her belly, fingers in her wet mouth and one thick digit suddenly slipped up into her soaking wet cunt.
"Talk to her guys, that's part of what the little whore needs, and remember--there is nearly nothing she wont do, the dirtier the better, it all gets her off."
"Look at those perfect little titties, and she shaves her cunt like a little girl's"
"Mmmm, her mouth feels like a pussy, she sucks like a little pro."
"She's a dirty fucking whore, stuff those panties in her mouth so she can taste just how wet she is already--not even a cock in sight"
She felt the fingers slide out of her mouth, replaced with the silky smooth panties, the little cotton panel pressed against her tongue. Her senses flooded with the taste of her own juices, she sucked the soaking wet underwear with wild abandon, her pungent cunt scent flooding her nose.
"My god, I've got to have some of that." Someone said, huskily.
"One more thing, don't give it to her for free, make her tell you what she is and what she needs." She heard the original man's voice say.
The panties were pulled free, and the hands disappeared, she cried out, needing the stimulation but her own hands were grabbed at the wrists as she tried to touch herself. They were roughly pinned against the bed, leaving her wriggling, her legs wide open, her pussy smell filling the room, not a thought to the indignity of her shameful performance as her hips bucked up and down, her cunt seeking relief of any kind.
"No!!!!" she shrieked.
"What do you want little bitch?"
"Fuck me! Please, fuck me, stick something in me, anything, anywhere, Jesus, you got me here, now fucking do it, please!"
"You look like a little girl with your pussy all shaved"
"Yes, I'm a dirty little girl, I'm a little girl with a bald cunt who needs cock, I'm a fucking whore, bitch, slut--PLEASE!"
"You want some cock little girl?"
"YESS! Give it to me!"
"There's a lot of cock in this room, white cock, black cock, big ones, little ones, there are even a few that aren't hard yet as amazing as this is."
"Oh fuck, I want all of them, ALL OF THEM PLEASE!" She bucked up again, obscenely fucking the air, her legs wide apart.
"Jesus Christ I've never seen such a perverted little slut, and such a sweet, smelly little puss. I think you've earned some cock."
"Yes, yes, plemmmmph" She begged, cut short by the sudden invasion of a swollen, sweaty dick plunged into her mouth. Instinctually, her lips and tongue wrapped around it, she started to rhythmically suck the large member that was now gliding over her tongue, pushing back almost to her throat. Large hands gripped her under her arms, pulling her back so her head slid off the edge of the bed and tipped back, the man she couldn't see standing up and fucking her open mouth like a cunt. Her senses were overwhelmed, the salty taste of his sweaty cock, the sound of his grunting as he fucked her mouth, the view of his balls smacking into her as her vision returned, and the slightly off-smell of his body. She realized, not caring, that none of these guys had showered since work. She could smell the musk of their bodies, and she knew their cocks would all be sweaty and salty like this one. Something that might have disgusted her a bit before only made this fantasy dirtier--and consequently more fulfilling. She welcomed the pungent aroma of their bodies.
As she sucked, suddenly the hands were all over her again, tugging at her nipples, clawing at her tits, rubbing up her thighs. The owner of the large cock currently fucking her mouth reached down and traced her lips with his finger as she sucked him off, this sent a shudder through her body. But her cunt ached, she needed to be filled, she briefly considered pushing this cock out of her mouth so she could beg to be fucked, when her sheath was suddenly filled in one stroke, the thick meat stretching her receptive pussy walls, slamming down almost to her cervix, as another man mounted her and went to work.
She fucked back against the invading cocks with her pussy and her mouth, her peripheral vision revealing dozens of men surrounding the bed, all of them with swollen cocks in their hands, slowly stroking them, awaiting their turn to use her, she wondered again if there could possibly be enough to satisfy her.
"Look at her go, did you see that pussy take that whole cock in one big swallow, she didn't even jump, she was aching for it." The degrading words flooding her ears, spurring her on as she suddenly found thick slabs of meat in each of her hands. She began to furiously jerk them off, already aiming them at her swollen tits, wondering how long it would take her to coax a big load of cum onto her skin from each of them.
For a brief moment she felt herself float above her body, she looked down at the two men pounding her holes, the other two leaning back as she jerked them off, the countless others, their dicks at attention and aimed at her body, patiently waiting for her mouth, her cunt, her asshole or even one of her hands. She fast forwarded the fantasy and watched as the thick ropes of cum began to cover her body, her face, her tits, her swollen, shaved mound, even her legs, feet, ankles and hair. Sticking to her everywhere, she realized she would have to work even harder to cover herself completely with cum.
She was jerked back into herself by a loud grunt and a sudden throb from the cock in her mouth. She felt a spreading warmth as hot, sticky cum covered her tongue, "Jesus Christ she sucks like a fucking street whore, uhhhhh", he pulled his cock free, the rest of his cum spilling on her lips and chin, she felt it running over her cheeks, hot and thick.
Lauren heard another groan and had just enough to look up and see her original captor, the man who invited her here, pull his cock free of her smoothly shaven pussy and arch back, spraying her cunt and belly with jizz. She shuddered at the feeling of the cum on her body, he hips already bucking, begging for the next cock. "More, please, use me, use me like a whore, I don't care what you do to me, I'm your little girl whore, just stick those dicks in me please." She collapsed back on the bed, still feeling unsatisfied, almost panic stricken that this could never reach the intensity she craved, even though the last 5 minutes had been the most intense sex she had ever experienced.
As another sweaty cock pressed at her mouth, she felt twin jets of cum spurt between her fingers as the beneficiaries of her pumping hands spilled their loads on her perky, swollen tits. Knees pressed into the bed on either side of her as the man invading her mouth mounted her face and began to fuck her warm mouth. Hands rubbed the sticky cum into her tits, and a fresh set of rough fingers gripped her ankles tightly and raised them up, simultaneously spreading them and exposing her little anus.
New, rock hard cocks found their way into her hands, and she pumped them as she sucked the new cock off. A finger pressed down on her clit, making her muscles twitch.
"Oh yeah, look at that little butthole tighten up, and I'm going to be the first one to fill that ass up." Her ankles were held high in the air, quivering with anticipation, and rocking back and forth from the cock fucking her mouth, she felt the swollen head of a cock against her soaked cunt, slick with her juices, it slid down, over her recently vacated vagina and down to her puckered little anus. The slick head probed slowly, before opening her and sliding in, inch by inch. She took the cock easily, grunting low on the meat that pumped in and out of her mouth as the thick member sodomized her, filling her rectum as it stretched her asshole wide.
"Oh yeah Billy, pound that little shithole, look at her face, she fucking loves it up her ass." And she did, the sensation of being filled coursed through her body as the big cock stretched and prodded her asshole. More cum was squirting onto her tits and belly now, some from the cocks she was jerking off, and some from guys who couldn't hold back as they watched the perfect whore go to work. As new flesh found its way into her hands, her mouth was suddenly full of cum again, the cock throbbing as it came free, dribbling more semen onto her face.
Her anal invader took this opportunity to roll her ankles up over her shoulders, mounting her he plunged down into her ass. She jerked away at the new cocks as an orgasm welled up inside of her.
"Someone rub this little bitch's clit while I do her ass, she wants to cum, I want to feel those muscles milking my cock. You like it up your asshole, don't you slut?"
"Yes--yes, I love it up my ass, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum"
It didn't take long as two fingers began to rub her swollen button. Her body convulsed in a torrent of greedy lust, her anal walls pulsing around the thick meat. "Jesus fucking Christ, yes, yes" The man yelled out, arching over her his cock swelled in her rectum, stretching her distended anus further as she felt a rush of warmth as the syrupy semen filled her bowels. The man fell back, his softening cock sliding out of her ass. She felt her little muscle relax slightly, but knew the next one would go in even easier, hoping like hell there would be a next one, and a next, and a next.
The man got off the bed as her hands produced two more grunts and several more ropes of sticky cum on her chest. He walked around near her face, she could smell the musky scent of his cock, oiled with her anal juices. He picked up a bunch of her red hair and wiped his cock dry. "A few more of those and you'll be shitting cum for a week little girl"
"Yes sir, I need more than a few more, I don't care if it comes out for a year."
"My god you're a nasty bitch, aren't you?"
"More--please I need more." Lauren cried out, reaching down to rub her still convulsing cunt.
"Oh I got more for you bitch" Said a deep voice, behind her. She looked to the other side. A huge black man, with the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen was standing before her. His body smelled of sweat and soil, his hands were as big as her head. Her reached down, easily lifting her cum covered body off the bed, he layed on his back and put her astride him. "You think you can take that much meat up that little girl cunt of yours?"
"Oh god, give it to me, stick that big black cock up me." She cried, moving down, feeling the gigantic head against her clit. She moved forward, feeling the head at her soaked, slick hole. She pushed down, surprised at the pressure she needed just to get a little of it in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the giant hands gripped her hips, impaling her on the stiff pillar of flesh. "Oh god stretch me, oh god yes, tear me open just get it in me." She felt her amply lubricated pussy walls start to give, sucking the giant pole into her sheath.
"Oh yeah baby, take it like daddy's good little girl. You know how to take a cock." The man grunted as his black, stiff cock invaded and stretched her vagina.
"Yesssssssss--", she squealed as the meat filled her, her pussy lips and cit finally coming to rest against the base of giant cock.
"Now lean forward and show daddy what you can do with that juicy puss."
Lauren obeyed, leaning forward onto her hands, she began to ride the cock with a vengeance. She could imagine what it must look like, her white thighs split by a giant black pole as her ass bobbed up and down, her cheeks opening and closing, cum leaking out of her anus as her pussy enveloped the massive cock. The vision of it swept her up into a climactic frenzy, she fucked down as hard and as fast as she could on the invading dick, riding inexorably towards another orgasm.
As the sensation grew inside her, she felt a fresh pair of hands on her tits, another man mounted her from behind, her willing asshole twitching at the sensation of a fresh cock head at her back door. "Well we've seen her do two cocks, let's see how the fucking slut handles three." Her anus opened obediently for the new meat, the thick member sliding up her ass and taking up her rhythm, which was now furious. Unable to hold back any longer, she cried out, pressing her clit hard against the pubic bone of the massive cock in her pussy, momentarily stopping her hips as the orgasm overtook her, the swollen shaft in her ass continued to pound as her muscles suddenly throbbed with her climax.
"FUCK!" she screamed, as she began to bounce on the cock again, riding out her climax, her breath panting, little moans escaping her lips, feeling herself stretched to the limit and yet eager for more. "Cum up my ass, squirt it in my pussy, give it to me, as much as you've got."
A new guy kneeled on the bed to her side, offering her a fresh cock. She willingly stretched her neck out and began to suck, all three holes now filled as promised. As she worked it with her warm mouth, she felt the familiar throbbing of pre-orgasmic tremors in her cunt. She sucked with everything she had as the twin grunts and moans filled the air, her ass and cunt being filled with cum simultaneously. Both cocks throbbed, swelling to what seemed like impossible dimensions inside of her as they unloaded jets of warm cream into the depths of her body.
The drug was in full effect now, everything seeming to accelerate, each encounter blurring into the next as she was constantly rolled into different positions. Sometimes on her knees, alternately sucking and jerking a circle of hard cocks until they spattered her already cum soaked body with fresh semen. Sometimes on her back, a dick in her mouth and one in her pussy or her ass, always two more in her hands. She would then get on her hands and knees, sucking off one guy standing at the end of the bed while another did her from behind, his cock pumping in her pussy while his think fingers playing with her slick anus. A couple more times she took one in her cunt and her asshole at the same time.
She lost count of her orgasms, her pussy and ass aching from the convulsions, she lost count of how many men had ejaculated on her face, on her tits, her belly, her cunt, her ass and in her hair. She felt the old cum drying on her skin, tightening it as the new stuff poured out of an endless stream of cocks, running off her chin, her nipples, down the crack of her ass, even filling her navel. Her mouth was full of the taste of stale semen and male sweat, her pussy was stretched to its limits, soaked with her juices and the seed of countless men, and she knew, there was an endless trickle of white, sticky cum leaking out of her well used asshole. As each man came on her, he would wipe his cock off on her face, or in her hair, or even across hr back, which had not been spared of its share of cum either. She was sure many of them had taken more than one turn, a half dozen times she had tasted her own pussy on one of the dicks that was shoved into her mouth, and at least once, she knew the musky taste of the cock she was sucking had been mined from deep inside her bowels.
As the steady stream subsided, she realized some of the men had left, some were lounging on the floor, still watching the show as she now squatted on the floor, her cheeks resting on her heels, her little anus now an angry red as it peeked out from between. There were five men in a circle, she was jerking two and sucking one, moving around to give equal time, wondering if she had the strength left to elicit five more loads. Her worries had been unfounded, there had been enough cock in this room to satisfy her, but she wasn't finished, not quite yet. A true whore would make these last five come one more time, and if there was one thing she no longer doubted, it was that she was indeed a true whore.
A torrent of cum filled her mouth, she swallowed the sticky jizz as the cock pulled free of her lips, more jets hitting her chin and cheeks, running over the layers of dried cum already there. She continued to jerk off two of the men when a familiar voice was behind her, accompanied by a warm breath on her neck.
"You truly are a slut Lauren, unlike anything I've ever seen. And such an obedient little girl."
"Yes sir, thank you sir," she moaned, her hands sore but working furiously.
"Just one or two more tests, I know you're tired, but I need to see how pliant you have become"
"Anything, you can do anything to me, I'm your whore," Lauren replied, surprising herself as she felt her clit swelling again.
"You must have to go after all you've had to drink, why don't you give us a little show and piss on the floor here."
The words did not shock her, or even take her by surprise, as this was a part of a fantasy of her own making, she was neither hesitant nor repulsed by the request, she took a fresh cock in her mouth as a warm flood of urine flowed out of her slit and pooled on the floor around her ankles. The two men she jerked off were so turned on by sight of the piss spraying from between her legs that they both unloaded on her tits, more cum dripping off her nipples.
"Good girl Lauren," His hand moved between her legs, his fingertip slowly moving over her slick asshole in a soothing motion.
"Sore?"
"Mmmhmm", she nodded, still sucking one of the two remaining men. The other walked behind her, as the one receiving the pleasure of her mouth sat down. She had to get on all fours to continue sucking him. She lifted her ass high in the air, fully expecting the other man to stick his cock in one of her well stretched holes. Instead, she felt a stream of warm cum suddenly splashing against her sore little pucker. When it didn't subside right away, she realized he wasn't cumming, but pissing on her asshole. She felt the warm urine run down her cunt lips and splash on the floor beneath her. This new pervesion rejuvenated her and she began to suck harder, her cunt again swelling, her clit rock hard. The stream moved down, over her pussy lips, some of it actually spraying into her stretched out sheath, and onto her clit. The forceful stream ignited her one last time, as the shudders ripped through her body, her last climax synchronized with one last load of cum now pouring down her throat.
The man she was sucking fell back, as the final cock slid into her pussy from behind.
"One more cock little girl."
"Yessss, fuck me daddy."
"You've been a good little slut today."
"Thank you daddy sir."
The man continued to fuck her, slowly, rhythmically, the last little aftershocks of her orgasm still pulsing in her cunt. His hands gripped her hips forcefully as his thrusts quickened, finally ripping his cock free of her sloppy puss and shooting cum on her back and ass. She felt the last little trickle drip down her ass crack, over her anus and into the abyss of her distended cunt. She collapsed on the floor, not even caring about the mess beneath her. The drug was wearing off, her body was sore, and her mind was filled with a million images of what she must have looked like taking on an entire construction crew.
"You may leave whenever you're ready Lauren, I'd suggest you bring a change of clothes next time." It was the man who had first called himself "Reality", in her week of fantasizing she never dreamed how vivid and accurate his chosen nickname could be. Next time? The meaning of those words hadn't hit her right away, with the clarity emerging in her head, she was already feeling quite certain that there wouldn't be a next time. There was a thud next to her head, she looked up to see a yellow, padded envelope lying on the floor.
"I figured you'd want more than just memories, its all there, anytime you want to watch. But I warn you, without the drug, fantasy and reality are two different things, I'm not sure even now you're fully remembering the depths of depravity to which your fantasy mind is willing to sink."
"A tape?! You bastard, I never said you could record this, I never said you could do this at all, not really, you drugged me, you--you raped me." But there was no force behind her words, she was upset about the tape yes, but the word rape sounded stupid even to her ears. She had dressed up like a whore, she had come here knowing it was to get fucked, and even drug enhanced, she knew his original information was true, she wouldn't have subjected herself to 50 (100?) sweaty guys invading every crevice of her body if it wasn't something she craved. She lay there, sticky semen drying on every inch of her skin, cunt throbbing, her anus sore, her stomach, vagina and bowels filled with the cum of countless men and she knew she had taken it all willingly.
"I doubt hubby would enjoy that tape as much as you will, and he never has to see it, so as I said, bring a change of clothes next time, and don't lose the address, I'll be in touch Lauren."
She lay there, listening to the footfalls on the hard, wooden floors, the whirring of the elevator as the last few men got in and rode it down, the smell of her cunt no doubt still on their cocks and in their nostrils and wondered just how she was going to get back in the house unnoticed.