The salaryman checks the camera angle. Squatting on her heels, Molly looks up at him smiling, her white tights and cotton panties rolled down to her ankles. Her plaid skirt is lifted high so the viewer can see her almost hairless twat in all its glory on display. Molly and her pimp like to keep a little landing strip at the top of her cunny so the johns can be certain that they are getting a natural redhead.

Licking her plump cherry-red lips, she concentrates for a moment. A stream of golden urine begins to flow from her nether lips, landing into the bowl with a loud burble. Molly can feel some of it splashing back onto her ankles. The salaryman looks pleased with the results as she tinkles in the glass bowl, slowly filling it up. The piss runs clear as she fills up the bowl. Molly drank a lot of water before they met with the salary-man today, and her bladder had started to ache before the shoot. It comes as a relief to be able to let it all flood out.

A short, young, nerdy white guy with a jewfro and an Asian girl standing in the background watch on as the salaryman and Molly work together. The salary man steps away from the camera, and walks over to Mike. The salaryman, her suitcase pimp, and fellow whore confer amongst each other in broken English and Japanese for a moment, and then her lover explains what she has to do next.

"Can you take a dump?"

"He wants to see me poop?"

"Yup."

"No problem," says Molly, and turns around so the salaryman can get a good look at her skinny white ass framed by her plaid skirt. Maggie scurries over to remove the glass bowl that Molly has just voided her bladder into. Although she is twenty-one, Molly looks disturbingly like a fourteen year old girl. Her snub-nose, page-boy haircut, and tiny, practically non-existent tits help further emphasize her remarkable resemblance to under-age jailbait.

It's why the salaryman is willing to pay top dollar for this photo session, and the inevitable grope session and blowjob after the shoot. Takashi Yakamoto gets to play Chester the Molester for a day. It helps keep their little menage-a-trois in high end electronics and nice clothes as the girls work their way through college by lying on their backs.

Shifting on her haunches, Molly looks over her shoulders, and tucks her hair behind her ears, so it doesn't obscure her face as she smiles for the camera.  Closing her eyes, she concentrates for a moment, squeezing her sphincter muscle. Her little brown eye winks and dilates like a camera shutter as Molly strains to push something out. She is relieved when she feels the turd start to slide out of her rectum, but hears no sound to accompany it.

The client would probably enjoy it, and might even tip her for doing so. But farting in front of a camera is still slightly embarrassing, even though she has moved her bowels in front of an audience more times than she can count by now. Molly is a bit of a tomboy, and curiously enough she doesn't mind letting one rip in front of her boyfriend or little sapphic playmate.

The salaryman is excited, and happy with Molly's performance as the sulphur like aroma from her performance starts to fill the room. It feels good as it slides out, like pushing a stick of butter out of her bum. The turd is a long one, and her little puckered starfish blinks for the camera while she tries to squeeze another chocolate log out. A few more smaller nuggets fall to the ground as Molly smiles and gazes into the camera lens. This part is easy money, and she is hoping the client won't get too carried away tonight. A blow-job would be good. It would give her private parts a nice break after all the hard work they had been put through entertaining Japanese salary-men.

****

A small scottish terrier yaps away in the background, and is promptly shushed by Maggie. The camera flash goes off a few times, blinding Molly, and then her pimp goes back to recording her sexual encounter with the john on the digital camera. The salaryman runs his fingers slowly over her chest. Flat as a two by four, Molly's skin is milk white, and he pauses for a moment to tweak the thick, plump, red raspberries on either side of her chest. Her areolae are small, clearly defined, and about the size of a dollar coin. Pinching them, the salary-man elicits a gasp from Molly. Her nipples are very sensitive, but otherwise she barely has any breasts. The only reason Molly wears a bra is too prevent her blouses and t-shirts from chafing her sensitive little titties, although sometimes she'll just use pasties, electricians tape, or band-aids, as she has no real need for support.

Wrinkled hands move off her breasts and down her stomach, and Molly holds her breath for a moment, expecting a rough touch on her gash, but it never comes. Given his cruel treatment of her nipples, Molly is expecting a painful and possibly humiliating digital examination of her pussy. Takashi wouldn't be the first client to bring out a speculum, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

However, Molly is pleasantly surprised when she discovers that Takashi has a gentle touch, and strokes her labia slowly, then expertly begins rubbing her clitoral hood, teasing Molly's clit out of its hiding place with his fingertips. Given the golden and brown showers that she had given for him earlier, Molly had expected a Max Hardcore style exploration of her vagina.

Purring with gratitude as the salary-man pleasures her, Molly grinds her tight little bum into his lap while he whispers naughty things in Japanese into her ear. A lot of it sounds like baby talk, and he is addressing her as Molly-chan, so he has definitely bought into this illicit fantasy hook, line, and sinker. Molly smiles as he slips first one finger, than two into her pussy and diddles her clitty with his thumb as he does so. Molly is grateful for the elderly man's attention to her pleasure, but the pleasant interlude is interrupted when he slides her off his lap and onto the floor. As he pushes her off his lap, her cooze rubs against her thigh, sending tingles up her spine, and she leaves a little snail trail on his pants.

A well-trained pro, Molly knows what to do next. Molly gets up off her tush and kneels down on the small pile of clothes that have been slowly discarded one by one in front of the easy chair as Takashi plays the elderly corrupter of innocence. It takes awhile, but after groping every inch of her body for about twenty minutes, the salary-man is finally fully erect, and is ready to be serviced by Molly.

Hesitantly touching it, Molly plays the part of the innocent virgin perfectly. With some gentle prompting from Takashi, she takes his uncircumsized penis in her hands, and she grips the base firmly while using her tongue and the fingers of her other hand to peel back the foreskin. Feigning shyness, Molly pops the head of the john's cock into her mouth, licking the head, and fisting the base of his shaft softly and slowly. Fluttering her tongue around the tip of his dick, she tries to get as much saliva as she can on it. Most john's love a slobbery blow-job. She does this for about a minute, while the elderly man moans in appreciation. Suddenly, he pushes her hand off the base of his penis.

Molly is a well trained slut, and knows what to do next. She puts her arms behind her back and leans forward. As she does so, she opens her mouth as wide as possible. The salary-man grabs a fistful of her hair and pushes his cock deep into her mouth, and the tip of his johnson is now rubbing up against Molly's tonsils. She retches slightly as his penis pushes further down her throat. Tears start to roll down her face as she chokes on his dick, and her mascara begins to run and streak down her face.

The runny make-up always makes her look like a clown on camera, but the clients get off on her discomfort and humiliation, so Molly doesn't mind. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, flicking up and down the head of her john's shaft as she struggles to hold her breath. Fingers lace around the back of her head, and he forcefully holds her head down on his member. He moves his cock rapidly in an out of her mouth, and treats her face like a vagina. Molly can't breathe, but it doesn't matter, as she has had a lot of practice. Mercifully, the man is old, and soon Molly can taste his semen as he cums inside her mouth.

Drool dripping off her chin and on to her chest, she holds her mouth open so the old man can inspect his handiwork, and so her pimp can get some still photos that the client can keep as a memento. The old man looks at the puddle of semen and saliva in her mouth, and nods with satisfaction. Molly closes her mouth, swallows, and opens her mouth again for inspection. The client looks visibly pleased, and runs his fingers through her hair. The john pops his cock back into her mouth, and with his hands on his hips, poses beside her as if she was some sort of trophy. She gazes up into his eyes as the flash goes off, sucking on his prick like a little baby calf.

Molly remains kneeling on the floor while the salary-man and Mike talk in hushed tones. The salary-man pulls out an envelope from his suit-jacket, and hands it over to Mike. Mike counts the stack of 10,000 yen notes and smiles.

"Okay sweetie. One last thing. Maggie, get the costume suitcase and get your skinny skanky ass over here."

Molly has been dreading this. This session was supposed to be a painless blow-job. She can't imagine what this dirty old pervert wants to inflict on her next. Coaxing a second orgasm out of his flaccid cock is going to take a lot more time, effort, and possibly quite a bit of pain and humiliation on her part.

"He wants you to blow the dog."

Strangely enough, Molly perks up at the thought of this. It is sexually humiliating, but it isn't anything she hasn't done before. And it definitely won't be painful. She isn't looking forward to the next round of pills and a trip to the doctor, but another blow-job is an easy enough request to fulfill. Even if it does have to be performed on a yappy little Scotch Terrier.

Maggie drags the suitcase over, and Mike is rummaging through it. He holds up two chokers for the client's inspection. One has the word "Bitch" and the other has the word "Cunt" spelled out in rhinestones. He also pulls out a metal butt-plug with a glittering rhine-stone on the end of the stopper.

"Which one?"

The salary-man smiles and and points at the one with "Bitch" on it. Molly dutifully puts it on, while Maggie greases up the butt-plug and hands it over to Molly for insertion. Molly winces as she pushed it in and it slides past her tight sphincter muscle. A small girl, no matter how many times she is sodomized, the initial entry stings just a little bit more often than not. The metal feels cool inside her. Normally, Maggie is more considerate, and runs the plug under some warm water first, but both girls are tired and just want this last trick to finish and leave.

Mike goes back to digging around in the suitcase and pulls out a diaper and bow for Maggie.

"Okay Maggie. You blow the old dude while he watches Molly blows his pet."

"While wearing that?"

"Yup. And try to take a dump in them while you're down there. It'll help get him off. Otherwise you're gettin' Aed."

Maggie shudders, but starts to undress anyway, putting on the diaper and putting her hair into a top-knot with the aid of the pink bow. This trip to Japan hasn't been easy on her naughty parts, especially her poop-hole. The clients tend to treat Molly like a porcelain doll, but because Maggie is Asian, and not Japanese, they are usually a little bit rougher with her. It still pays well, because of her youthful, adolescent looks, but the continually rough treatment has taken its toll.  She can't wait to go back to North America and receive the normally much more gentle treatment she gets from the Anime fan boys and computer geeks with disposable income to burn on her sexual favors.

Maggie kneels down in front of Takashi, while Mike gets the camera ready, and takes him in her mouth. Takashi watches, pleased with Maggie's efforts, as Molly plays with the terrier for a few minutes. When it rolls over on its back, she rubs its belly for a minute, then moves lower, rubbing the little dog's penis with her hand. She plays with the cock for awhile working the little dog into a state of excitement, as she slowly and carefully rolls back its foreskin.

When the dog is finally hard, Molly takes its pecker into her mouth, swallowing the delicious morsel whole. Sucking on the little torpedo is an easy task. She doesn't need to use her hands, she just sucks and bobs her head up and down, up and down. The terrier yips with delight as Molly goes to town on his little willy, slurping the length of its shaft in and out of her mouth. Crouched down on her knees, she shifts her body so the viewer can see the butt-plug sparkling in her asshole as she sucks off the dog.

The dog tenses up, and semen floods into her mouth. Molly turns around holding it in her mouth, and crawls toward the camera. As Molly opens her mouth. Takashi moans, and Maggie sucks harder and faster, eager to get him off. Molly opens her mouth to show off the fruits of her labor, and Mike takes some stills with the camera, the flash  from the camera blinding her again. She closes her mouth, and swallows the slimy treat, opening her mouth to show what a well-trained little whore she is.

At the same time, a fart, and the distinct odor of a turd coming out of Maggie's butt wafts through the room. Takashi lets out a low moan, as Maggie sighs with relief, both physical and mental. She won't be getting Aed, at least tonight.

****

Being able to walk around in a regular bikini bottom, and not having to shave her pubic area was a nice change of pace. When they left Japan for a short break in Thailand before classes began, Molly was able to persuade her pimp to let her grow her muff out. She knew they would be able to find a customer willing to pay good money to shave her ginger pubes after they had finished their vacation.

Maggie, blessed with a similar, adolescent figure and face despite being twenty-one, was Asian, and her pubic hair wasn't as marketable a commodity. Her little booger remained bald as she traipsed around the beaches in a hot pink, micro-bikini with a g-string back. It left nothing to the imagination in the front, either, being cut so low, the fabric gripping her plump little cunt-lips and giving her a very impressive camel-toe. Compared to Molly, Maggie was well-endowed, but that wasn't saying much. Whereas Molly had barely detectable swellings on her chest, Maggie had been given a pair of fried eggs. "The Titless Wonders" as clients referred to them, whenever they were pimped out for a threesome.

Maggie's delicious flat little bony ass swayed in the air as she crouched in front of Mike on all fours. Molly's rump was a little more full and rounded, but still girlishly small and tight. Maggie's bikini top had been pushed aside, and her small boobs swayed as she lapped at Mike's cock like a kitten with a bowl of cream. It was as thick as a can of soda, and both girls loved how it filled them up when he plowed their tight little pussies.

Unfortunately for Maggie, she was the odd man out in tonight's little threesome. The fan whirled overhead, and Maggie stopped licking and kissing Mike's cock as she began blowing him in earnest. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, and she lazily pumped his shaft with her fist. Molly was wearing nothing but her birthday suit as she squatted over Mike's face, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her as he lapped away at her cunt. It was refreshing to be with a man who savored her vaginal secretions and treated her like a goddess...when he wasn't pimp-slapping her as part of their love-play. Occasionally, she would move her bush off his face and move one of her titties into his mouth. He'd suckle on it like a nursing infant, and after awhile she would place her hair pie back over his mouth for more oral loving.

Their romantic interlude was going to be all too brief. Molly could feel Mike tense up, and could hear Maggie gagging as he held her head down, then a loud gulp as she swallowed his baby batter. A few minutes later, riding his face, Molly climaxed. The threesome re-arranged themselves, and Molly scampered over to the fridge to get Mike a beer as Maggie removed first her micro-bikini top and then her micro-bikini bottom and fired them sling-shot fashion off her finger and onto the easy chair in the corner.

Naked as a jaybird, Maggie popped out of bed to retrieve the Nintendo control paddle for Mike. The threesome relaxed in the king sized bed. as Mike played video games and sipped his beer, while Molly, with a pair of fashionable brown pair of plastic frames perched on her nose, read a novel. Maggie snuggled up next to her and watched as Mike played video games while Molly idly stroked her hair with her free hand.

Molly sighed contentedly, It brought back happy memories of the first time she had ever turned a trick. She had been very young, and inexperienced. It was grotty and quick, but it had a certain frisson that still made her privates tingle when she thought about it.

***

Molly and her identical twin sister, Monique, had finished field hockey practice, and were sitting under the bleachers waiting for their father to arrive. He was invariably the last parent to arrive, and frequently late. The girls had worked up quite a sweat, and were flushed from the vigorous exercise they had received from running up and down the field. Their school blazers lay on the ground, and the collars of the white polo shirts that they wore were unbuttoned as they fanned themselves in an effort to cool off.

One of the chess club geeks, a small, pimply boy with shaggy blond hair named Leon, had been watching the girls practice, and he hung around with the girls under the bleachers as the parking lot emptied out and everyone left for home. Eventually it was just the three of them on the empty school grounds as the girls waited for their father to arrive. Leon sparked up a joint as they made small talk to pass the time, and politely offered the girls a toke. They declined, but did accept his offer of a bottled root beer dug up from the bottom of his courier bag.

Suddenly, Leon blurted out, "I've always dreamed of doing it with twins."

He giggled, then blushed, as the twins looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. Flustered, Leon got up to leave, but Molly grabbed him by his school blazer and Monique spoke up.

"We can do something nice for you," she said.

"For a price," added Molly.

"I've got $20," said Leon.

"We'll jerk you off," said Monique.

Leon thought about their offer.

"We're good," said Molly.

"When we were fourteen we used to spend the summer at Grandma's farm," said Monique.

"There was nothing to do," said Molly.

"So we jerked off the dog for fun a few times," said Monique.

"We're good at it," promised Molly.

"Okay," said Leon, and dug around in his trousers. He handed over a crumpled twenty dollar bill to Monique, and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. His small, erect penis swayed in the breeze.

"Crouch down on all fours, like a dog," said Molly, and Leon complied.

Molly rubbed his shaft up and down, pausing every now and then to spit on her hands. Leon looked up Monique's plaid uniform skirt, which she had hiked up to her waist. She had obligingly pushed apart her black boy shorts, and he looked longingly at her ginger, furry snatch as she ran her fingertips across her cranny, occasionally slipping the tips of her fingers inside the edges of her lips.

Once she took a sip from the bottle, and wrapped her lips around the neck to simulate fellatio. Leon groaned when she did this, but Molly didn't feel the accompanying tension that signaled his willy was ready to blow its payload. A sore wrist started to slow down Molly's efforts.

"What's wrong," asked Leon.

"I'm getting tired," said Molly, "Can you take over Monique?"

Monique smiled and nodded, and crawled behind Leon. She slipped her cell phone to Molly after she had taken Leon firmly in hand. Her grip was as firm as Molly's had been, and soon Leon was panting with pleasure. Molly retrieved the root beer bottle and moved back behind Leon.

"Sometimes guys like stuff up their butt," said Molly.

"Wha, what?!?" Leon sounded hesitant, but remained hard in Monique's capable hands.

As if his sensing his doubts, Monique said, "Anal stimulation." "

Leon softened slightly now that his concentration was broken.

"But that's gay!"

"It's not gay, 'cause I'm a girl and my sister is a girl."

"Yeah.You're with twin girls, dude"

"Okay. But be gentle," said Leon.

"I will," giggled Molly, "I promise."

Leon grunted his assent, and Molly got to work getting the bottle wet with her saliva, and then spat on Leon's surprisingly hairy brown-eye a few times. Satisfied, she gently began rubbing the bottle against his asshole, then slowly began to push it against his sphincter. She paused for a moment, and dribbled more saliva onto his asshole. Monique continued to jerk him off.

Leon seemed to be into it. He moaned, and Molly continue to push the bottle inside him slowly. Once most of the bottle's neck was lodged in his rectum, she began to push it slowly in and out, pausing every now and then to dribble more of her saliva onto his ass as lubricant.  Leon groaned, and Monique and Molly increased the speed of their efforts. With a sudden, loud moan, Leon spilled his seed onto the ground beneath the bleachers.

Monique held him down, and Molly held the bottle firmly in place, and snapped some photos of Leon with the bottle up his ass while he tried to expel it from his ass and get away from the twins. After a brief struggle, he was able to shake them off, but Molly had managed to take some incriminating photos. A car pulled into the school parking lot, and the girls made a dash for it. Molly turned around and shouted at Leon.

"Don't get any ideas about telling anyone what we told you or did here..."

The girls got into the car and drove off as if nothing had happened. Leon curled up on the ground underneath the bleachers, sobbing with relief, frustration, and no small amount of humiliation.

***

Turning tricks wasn't such a bad way to earn a little cash. Especially when it paid for vacations in Thailand. Molly was happy as her companions slept beside her. Tokyo had been fun, but it was nice to share some downtime with Maggie and Mike.

Molly watched Maggie as she slept. The start of their business trip to Japan had been a blast. Maggie and Mike had missed out on some of the party, but got into the spirit of things when they finally arrived.

***

Shopping with Mike in Tokyo had been fun. In addition to the expensive and not so expensive lingerie that he had purchased for her, they had stopped by a jewelry store and purchased two 24k gold anklets, one for Maggie and one for Molly. It glittered in the sunlight as they made their way up the stairs to the entrance of the large mansion located in the Japanese countryside.

They rang the door-bell, and waited outside. Maggie shifted her weight nervously from leg to leg. She was dressed casually for the occasion, as if she were going out for a day at the beach. The Japanese girl who greeted them at the door had a pierced clit and was holding a tray with a single glass of champagne. The piercing was a glittering 14k gold ring that had diamonds embedded in it. Other than her smile, it was the only thing that she was wearing. Incredibly, her face betrayed not the slightest hint of shame or humiliation by her current state of dishabille.

"Hajimamashite."

She bowed and handed Mike a glass of champagne.

"Welcome, Daddy-chan."

Her English was flawless. The tall, slim, coltish, girl got down on her knees, unzipped Mike's fly, pulled his pecker out, and inhaled it greedily into her mouth. The flat-chested girl brought a lot of enthusiasm to the task at hand. Maggie thought she had a cute nose. Small, but pretty angular and well defined, as opposed to the flat, slightly rounded amorphous snub Maggie had been given. The strange girl gripped his cock firmly in her hands, her elegantly manicured fingers and nails wrapped around the shaft. Mike tapped the girl on her head, and she immediately took her hand off his dong, clasped her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and proceeded to blow him with just her mouth.

Mike looked over at Maggie and smiled.

"Soooooooo...well trained."

"I can see."

"Get comfortable and bring your lipstick over here."

Maggie removed her halter top, khaki capri pants, flip-flops, and squatted wearing nothing but her pink, full bottom panties with the screen-print of a cartoon bear on the front. Her blue-black hair had been styled in a blunt-cut page-boy fashion , further emphasizing her youthful look.

"Put some barrets in your hair while you are over there."

Maggie rummaged around in her courier bag for the lipstick and barrets. She stood up and handed it over to her Mike, who began to scrawl kanji on the front of her white torso. When he was finished, he tweaked one of her thick brown nipples affectionately and gestured for her to turn around.

"This is so prince charming can find you. Do whatever Takashi tells you."

Maggie stood still as he finished writing on her ivory skin. The light pressure from the lipstick felt good as her Mike scrawled more kanji on her back. She turned around, and Mike handed her the glass of champagne.

"You can drink this. The party is out on the deck. Yukie and I are going to take this party back to her room."

Yukie covered her mouth and giggled. Mike picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and walked over to the winding staircase. Maggie stayed behind, sipping the glass of champagne and working up her nerve to join the other guests out on the deck. It would have been easier if Mike had let her wear some of the lingerie more appropriate for a young woman her age. The pink panties with the cartoon bear on the front made her feel more like a child than the twenty-one year old adult that she was. Even the white cotton thong with the hearts on it would have been a step up. At least then she could have pretended to be a slightly older stripper playing the part of a young tart.

Maggie walked through the giant foyer, and up a winding staircase and down the hall where she could hear Yukie giggling as Mike touched her naughty bits. As she got closer to the entrance to the deck, the sharp giggles faded into low moans. All the ladies loved that thick cock of his. As close as Maggie was to Molly, being in an open relationship took some getting used to. At first she had felt a pang of jealously when she saw that Japanese slut slurping on Mike's cock, but that feeling disappated when she realized she would be able to explore on her own while at the orgy.

Maggie walked out onto a large deck with a large jacuzzi in the corner and elegant, modern lawn furniture strewn about at appropriate intervals. In one corner of the balcony, there was a group of four men standing around in a semi-circle, with some chubby white girls in their late twenties kneeling in front of three of them, sucking their cocks.

The only thing that the women were wearing specially modified anti-bark collars. They would get zapped if something other than a cock popped out of (or into) their mouths. Their boobs swayed in the breeze as they leaned forward and suckled on the cocks in front of them contentedly. Two of the girls had glittering, gold rings encrusted with diamonds dangling from their clits, and all three of the girls had numerous body piercings and tattoos.

The men were watching Molly, who was crouched on all fours in the center of this semi-circle, with her ass rubbing against the ass of a Tosa dog. She wasn't wearing a collar, or a single stitch of clothing for that matter. Although Maggie didn't realize it immediately, the two lovers were tied together, enjoying a moment of post-coital bliss. Maggie was puzzled by the fact that their asses were practically glued to each other. The look on Molly's face was terrible - it was a confusing mixture of extreme pleasure and pain. The dawning realization that Molly and the dog were tied together horrified Maggie. The man behind the camera looked up, and smiled as soon he recognized Maggie's face. His gaze prompted her to reflexively cover the two perky little mosquito bites on her chest with her forearm. The man looked pleased with this gesture of maidenly modesty from her. He spoke in thickly accented English,

"Maggie-chan. Welcome."

He noticed the pale, somewhat sickened look on Maggie's face, and hastened to reassure her.

"We treat her okay, we only hurt her a little bit. She is...more precious than other girls."

He motioned to the fat girls on their knees. The girl with the bleached blond hair styled in a pixie cut and a curved barbell dangling from her septum evidently spoke English. She gave a thumbs up to show Maggie that even though she wasn't precious, they were treating her all right. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a hard slap across the face and a scolding in Japanese. Suitably chastened, she resumed her cocksucking duties with a blush on her cheeks.

Takashi ran over to the wet bar in a corner of the deck and came back with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. He placed the shot glass in front of Molly, and poured some vodka into it.

"See, it's a party. We have good time. I love Molly."

Molly looked up groggily from the shot glass and smiled when she recognized Maggie. Skeptically, she sniffed the shot glass and pushed it away with her hand.

"Water please."

Without a word the man picked up the shot glass and scurried back to the bar. The chubby girl with her hair hanging down in two long braids glanced over longingly as he knocked it back, and returned with bottled water plucked from a tub full of half-melted ice.  Molly drank the water and acted as if being tied to a Tosa was a perfectly normal experience. The dog suddenly lurched forward, and his cock fell out of her snatch with a wet plop. Monique let out a loud sigh, and stood up, stretching her arms.

"It's fun at first, and feels really good, but after awhile you get sore and tired."

The dog wandered off to a corner and started licking its balls. One of the fat girls had just finished servicing the cock in front of her. Her huge udders hung down to her stomach. A natural strawberry blond, her straight hair was cut short in a boyish fashion, and there was a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose. The man in the business suit adjusted the camera as  Molly squatted over the girl's face. With a loud queef that made Maggie's face turn crimson with embarrassment for Molly, she squeezed the dog jizz out of her bald coochie and into the eager fuck-pig's mouth.

The fuck-pig opened her mouth to show off the semen that had pooled around her pierced tongue, dutifully gulped down the dog spunk, and opened her mouth again to show that she had swallowed it all like a good little skank. Molly rubbed her wet pussy, and then her ass against the girls face, and the girl enthusiastically licked Molly's private parts.

When Molly was done, she shook her head so her ginger pigtails bounced around, then turned around and wiggled her little bum at the camera, letting the viewer get a wink of her pink and her stink. She then grabbed a white terry cloth robe from off one of the wooden deck chairs, pulled off the hair bobbles from her two ponytails, and let her curly red hair fall down to her shoulders as she walked over to Maggie. Her normally pale skin - dusted with a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose - looked a little red from being out in the sun so long, but otherwise she appeared to be fine.

Molly hugged her and grabbed Maggie's face in her hands. The reunited lovers kissed and Molly slipped Maggie some tongue. The men whistled and cheered enthusiastically, and two sudden groans signaled that the fuck-pigs had accomplished their task with a little help from Maggie and Molly. The girls played tonsil hockey for a little while, and then disengaged. They looked dreamily into each others eyes for a moment. Molly broke the silence.

"Hey girl, Takashi worked me over really well. I'm going to take a nap. He will take good care of you."

The man in the dark suit beamed.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Molly nodded.

"Nothing Mike and I haven't done."

She paused for a moment.

"Except the dog."

Maggie giggled, still feeling a little uncomfortable. Molly held up her wrist and showed off her new, expensive designer timepiece. It was Swiss made and had perpetual movement.

"He bought this for me."

Maggie glanced over at the chubby white girls on their knees.

"Feel sorry for those bitches. I pooped on a plate for Takashi and one of them -"

"Ewwwwww. TMI."

"Better her than me,"

Molly smiled, and then frowned.

"The guys are a little grabby, but while they can grope you..."

Maggie shuddered, and Molly continued.

"They can't fuck you. The kanji Mike wrote on you states that you are, uhm, Takashi's property."

"Property? Like a slave."

Molly smiled.

"Only while you're here."

"So the fat girls..."

"Entertain the other men on this property. A bunch of well-off salary-men like to pretend their super-wealthy perverted Saudi sheiks once a year. Everybody is well compensated, even the pigs. Takashi pays a little extra for his...special needs."

Takashi had walked up to the two girls, and gallantly kissed Molly on the cheek.

"Thank you. Go rest. I'll take care of Maggie."

The threesome walked back inside the mansion together and then walked away in different directions down the hall. Maggie went with Takashi, to entertain the horny older man. Molly walked somewhat gingerly in a bowlegged fashion to find a guestroom and take a much need nap.

***

The bathroom of Takashi's master bedroom was bigger than most people's living rooms. He put a towel down on top of the long marble counter next to the sink and gestured for Maggie to sit down on it. Maggie instinctively pulled off her panties, held them at arms length from her body and giggled flirtatiously as she let them drop to the floor. Her little anklet glittered under the bright lights of the vanity mirror. Somehow, the only item she wore - her gold anklet - made her feel even more naked than if she hadn't been wearing anything at all.

Takashi exhaled deeply as he drank in the sight of her bare, ivory flesh. He ran one hand up and down her flat torso as he used the other to fill the sink next to Maggie with hot water. Takashi dipped a facecloth and cleaned the lipstick off her torso and back.

Initially, Maggie felt a little self-conscious as he did this, as she was as flat as a two by four, but her inhibitions faded as Takashi's desire for her was sincere. Pushing her feet up on to the counter, Maggie took the hint and leaned back against the mirror with her legs spread wide so he could get a better view of her hairy bush. Mike had her grow it out before they left on their Japanese tour. This was their first event, and as Mike explained to her, Takashi had very specific needs. Maggie was supposed to lie back and think of the yen (in addition to other body fluids that she didn't want to think about) that Takashi was going to shower her with.

Retrieving a can of shaving cream and a razor from the cabinet under the sink, Takashi spread the cream liberally over her crotch, swirled the razor around in the sink full of water to warm the blade, and carefully began to shave off Maggie's curly black pubes. It made her little kitty wet with desire as her nether curls were cut off by the razor. As far as foreplay went, shaving her snatch bald was a very effective lubricant for her vajayjay. Takashi took his time, carefully removing all the hair on Maggie's lady parts. The water, shaving cream, and her girl goo turned her crotch into a very sticky mess.

Takashi finshed, wiping the shaving cream off her pussy with a hand towel, and then trimmed the patches that he missed, carefully negotiating the folds of her inner and outer labia. Occasionally he paused during this task and tweaked her clit playfully, eliciting groans of pleasure from Maggie. When he was finished, he slipped a finger inside her juicy little cooze and then pulled it out, sticking it between her lips. Maggie sucked her musky cunt cream off his finger obligingly.

Takashi motioned for her to turn around, and she dutifully stuck her little rump out like an obedient, willing, little bitch. He scraped off the few hairs around her tight little pooper with the razor, and then gave her a hard smack on her bum. Maggie laughed and hopped off the counter.

Maggie giggled and said, "Wanna spank my botty daddy? I've been a bad girl."

Takashi smiled and motioned for her to bend over. She grabbed her ankles and giggled as his hand landed firmly on her little backside, her bum cheeks jiggling slightly and turning red as his palm slapped against her pert little dumper.

When he was done, she turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you daddy."

Maggie stuck a finger in her pussy and held it up for him to see.

"I'm a bad girl."

She licked her girl goo off her fingers. Takashi beamed, and dropped his trousers and boxers. He sat down on the toilet, and grabbed a tube of lubricant from the sink, and massaged his prick with it. Maggie squealed with delight as it grew erect - it was only five inches. As much as she liked being filled up by Mike's donkey dick, this was going to be much easier on her private parts. Especially if she was expected to participate in a marathon orgy that would carry on for as long as the participants could get it up.

Takashi pulled Maggie down onto his lap. She giggled and ground her bum against his crotch.

"What do you want to do, Daddy."

"Make piss for me."

Blushing, Maggie did her best to roll with this unexpected request. She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, and then let fly with a squirt of urine. It didn't last long.

"Oooooh, Daddy, that's so dirty."

"More."

It was hard to relax while he rubbed and pinched her tiny titties, but Maggie focused, and this time the urine began to flow copiously from her bladder. Suddenly, Takashi pushed her down onto the bathroom floor. Maggie was stunned, and her bladder continued to spray urine all over the place as Takashi landed on top of her back and pinned her down on her stomach.

"Daddy, I'm scared - what owwwwwww!!!!"

Maggie howled as Takashi forced his cock past her tight sphincter. She was definitely not a virgin back there any more, but going in almost dry like that hurt like hell. His pecker might have been small, but it still felt like her ass was on fire. She felt like she was being split in half. At this point he had only managed to insert the head of his dick in her pooper, but it still felt like her ass had been stuck in a paper shredder.

"Ohmygawditstings."

Takashi pulled out, and Maggie relaxed for a moment. She felt him push against her sphincter again and she realized he wasn't going to stop. He was just adjusting his angle of attack. Takashi gave a hard thrust. Maggie screamed and he groaned with pleasure. He was balls deep inside her dirtpipe now. Her sphincter spasmed around his cock, struggling to accomodate his dick. She had been instructed to play the part of the reluctant virgin before the visit. The way he was sodomizing her now didn't require any acting on Maggie's part. Who knew a tiny penis could do so much damage?

"Please stop daddy."

Takashi ignored her, and while Maggie didn't notice it because she was in so much pain, he was taking it a little more slowly now that he had his willy in her tight little bottom.

"You're hurting me."

Maggie tried to relax but it was very hard to keep from tensing up as Takashi kept thrusting in and out of her bumhole. It felt like he had forced a beer bottle up her special bathroom place. She tried to remember what Molly had told her about anal sex. The secret, according to Molly, was to push out as if she were taking a dump, but it didn't seem to help. Takashi was deep inside her, and her sphincter gripped the base of his cock like a vise. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as he continued to ass rape her on the cold tile floor in a puddle of her own urine. The feeling of helplessness as he forced himself on her was humiliating.

Maggie felt his thrusts coming faster and faster. She felt like she was being repeatedly stabbed by a knife. She could feel Takashi tense up, and felt his seed flood into her bowels. When he pulled out, Maggie felt a surge of relief. He helped her into the shower so she could clean herself off, and picked her panties up off the floor. The panties hadn't been touched by the urine. He turned them inside out and inhaled the musky aroma from the crotch panel, and tucked them into the pocket of his suit jacket. Takashi left the bathroom to get a couple of the fuck-pigs to clean up the floor - with their tongues.

***

Clutching her sore bum, Maggie walked down the hall looking for Mike's suite. She peeked inside each door, and when she glimpsed her Mike's face through the crack of one door, she walked in. What greeted her came as a shock. Mike was naked, and both Yukie and Molly were lying on their stomachs on the couch, their heads propped up on the edges of the armrests. The girls wore two pairs of handcuffs. One bracelet was attached to a wrist, and the other bracelet was attached to an ankle. Clear plastic bowls were on the floor under their heads, and were filled with vomit and urine. Maggie knew that Mike was a pervert, but this orgy had really unleashed his id.

Hogtied in handcuffs, the girls looked like perverse hood ornaments. Mike's erect cock swayed hypnotically back and forth as went up to each girl at either end of the couch, smearing their mouths with lipstick and then writing "cunt" on their foreheads.

Smiling, Mike noticed Maggie for the first time. He beckoned her over.

"Come in sweetie."

Maggie stood and stared, hypnotized by the spectacle.

"Don't worry sweetie. Just having some fun and games before Molly and I take a nap. We can snuggle together."

Maggie walked over to the couch and looked down at Molly. She looked like a clown. Her mascara had started to run, and she had bright red lipstick all over face. Mike had just finished painting Yukie's face and was slapping her face with his cock.

"How's it goin'?"

"Not bad. Mike has me tied up at the moment."

"Urgghlll...glugh...glugh..."

Maggie looked up. At the other end of the couch Mike had started skull-fucking Yukie. He held her head firmly in his hands and was pushing his horse cock in and out of her mouth. Maggie looked down at Molly and resumed their conversation.

"My butt hurts."

"Was Takashi mean to you?"

Maggie giggled.

"I was a bad girl. I deserved it."

"A rimjob might help."

Maggie turned around so she could back her bum into her lover's face. Molly's tongue was ticklish as Maggie rubbed her butt crack on her face. When Molly's tongue brushed against Maggie's butt-hole, she held her tight little rump in place so Molly could toss her salad. After her recent anal violation, Molly's oral ministrations were soothing.

Maggie could hear Yukie wretching, and stood up straight when Mike walked over to use Molly's mouth. He slapped Molly's face a couple of times with his dick, and then held it in his hand. Mike concentrated for a moment, then smiled as he emptied his bladder on Molly's face.

"Open your mouth skank."

Molly complied, and began to swallow the golden water flowing into her mouth. Some of it trickled down her chin, and on to the floor.

"Want to clean that up sweetie?"

There was something in Maggie that wanted to please Mike. Like a little kitten with a bowl of cream, she got down on her hands and knees and started lapping up the urine that had fallen on the floor. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would taste. It was slightly bitter and salty, but Mike had obviously been considerate enough to drink a lot of water before engaging in watersports with the girls.

Mike grabbed Molly's ponytails like a pair of handles and started thrusting his cock down her throat. The thrusts were slow at first, and Molly wiggled around around on the couch like a fish flopping on its belly  as she gagged on his cock. Her movement was restricted by the handcuffs however, and there wasn't much she could do to resist the rape of her face.

"Sweetie, could you lick my asshole."

Maggie had finished cleaning the floor and was gazing up at Molly and Mike. A string of drool had collected on Molly's chin, and it splashed on to the floor. Maggie got on her knees and started licking Mike's ass as he sodomized Molly. His balls slapped against Molly's chin as he quickened his thrusts in and out of her mouth.

Molly puked as Mike's dickhead repeatedly tickled her tonsils. Saliva dripped off the length of his shaft and onto the floor. There was so much saliva and puke flowing out of her mouth it looked as if Molly had grown a liquid goatee. His hands laced around the back of her head and he slammed his cock as far as it would go. Molly could feel him tense up as he pumped a load of baby batter down her gullet.

Exhausted, he staggered away from the couch to retrieve the handcuff keys. As far as Molly and Maggie were concerned, they had just earned a well deserved rest.

***

The ache of her bladder woke Maggie up. She looked over blearily at Molly and Mike sleeping peacefully next to each other in the giant king-size bed. It was so warm and cozy. She didn't want to get up and tinkle, but the urgency was to great. One of their pervier clients might appreciate a little accident during an overnight engagement, but Maggie doubted her companions would enjoy it as much. Oddly enough, she enjoyed making water in front of clients, and thought it was really hot when Mike used her mouth as a urinal.

Maggie briefly stared at her reflection in the mirror. She hated her flat, wide nose. Mike said it made her look like a cute little shi-tzu terrier, but she had her doubts. If you told her at sixteen that she would be earning her tuition money thanks to her skinny, narrow hips, flat ass, and a pair of tits that barely filled an "A" cup, Maggie would have laughed. In fact, at that age she would have been disgusted by the very thought of blowing strangers for a fistful of dollar bills in private, let alone having it recorded on a camera.

But here she was sitting on a porcelain throne in the luxury suite of a Bangkok hotel. All paid for by blowing Japanese salary-men in Tokyo and lonely computer geeks in the USA.  She had put some toilet paper in the bowl before she sat down to urinate. She didn't want to wake Mike or Molly. Concentrating for a moment, she relaxed as she voided her bladder in one long violent rush. The warm torrent of water leaving her bladder warmed and moistened her long labia minora and felt good as it splashed down into the bowl. She gently stroked them, as warm urine flowed past her fingertips, and then licked the bitter droplets off her fingers as a few last splashes of piss spurted out of her vagina. If they weren’t cleaning up with the whole barely-legal look, Maggie would have gone out right now to get those lovely, dangling, inner lips pierced.

 

***

 

Maggie's own introduction to the joys of womanhood had been a lot more taxing than what Molly went through. Maggie hadn't kissed a boy, let alone touched her kitty to pleasure herself, until she was eighteen. She had just finished her first semester at university, and had just started dating one of the chess clubs geeks. Things had progressed quickly, but Maggie was still hesitant about giving up her cherry to her first real boyfriend.

It happened when he invited her over to his parent’s house. They had gone away for the weekend, so they would have the house all to themselves. They'd been playing video games on the couch in the rec room for about an hour that evening before they started making out. It felt nice, but Maggie wasn't sure if Leon was the one. He was kind of small and pimply, with a penis to match, and was still more of a boy than a man. It had started off pleasantly enough, all groping and fumbling and wet kisses as they thrashed about on the couch, but matters took a turn for the worse quickly.

Leon had her pinned down on the couch. What had started out as a heavy make-out session had evolved into something much more unpleasant, and he had ignored her pleas to stop. They had been french-kissing, but he had managed to get his hands under Maggie's black sports bra, and had pulled up her v-neck t-shirt so he could paw and suck on her ta-tas. Maggie did like the feel of a wet tongue on her nipples, so she let Leon have his way. He slurped away on her chocolate colored titties like a new born infant at its mother’s breast. It felt good, and made her kitty tingle with a desire she hadn’t known before.

When he tried to finger Maggie's pussy, she started to feel uncomfortable. He'd done it before, and it felt all right - pretty good actually - but once her pants got unbuttoned, it was hard to get him to stop. Tonight her panties were now down around her knees, and her corduroy pants were around her ankles. It wasn't so bad at first. He fingered her hairy cunt and rubbed her clit, which made her wet, but Maggie wanted him to stop. He wouldn't, and she was no longer in a position where she could fight him off easily.

Leon was trying to spread her legs wider, but she was able to squirm away from his attempts to slip it in. However, Maggie couldn't break free of his embrace. He stopped struggling with her for a moment, and resumed rubbing and fingering her cunny. For some reason, her labia minora were a source of fascination to him. Her inner lips were longer than her outer lips, and the one time she had looked at her pussy in the mirror, the sight had grossed her out. They dangled about an inch or two past her plump lips, and gave her vagina an oyster like appearance. Pulling on them elicited a sharp gasp from her. Sometimes she thought his fascination with her pussy harbored a secret resentment of the treasure she possessed.

The inner lips were slick with her juices, and kept slipping from the tips of his fingers as he pulled on them. When he got tired of this game, he began to finger her cunt. At first he only slipped his index finger, but he became bolder, as he always did and started slipping more fingers inside her cunny. It hurt, and she could feel her vagina struggle to accommodate his probing digits. Two or three fingers weren't so bad, and she was used to it by now, but four hurt like hell. It felt like bony little eels wriggling inside her, his sharp nails scraping against the walls of her womb. After a few minutes of this, she was able to push his hand away. Unfortunately, this action had the unfortunate consequence of giving Leon the idea of inserting his soiled fingers into her mouth. She sucked on his fingers automatically, without thinking, and felt revolted by her unthinking submission.

Leon renewed his assault on her virginity. His skinny, boney hips were now between her slender thighs, and he was rubbing his penis against her slit. Despite her tenseness, the impromptu finger bang earlier had loosened her up to the point where her pussy was ready for his member. Maggie's defloration wasn't very gentle. Leon held the base of his cock steady while he forced his cock into her slit. It was slow, but when the head finally popped it in, it surprised both of them for a moment, as if they hadn’t realized what would happen if they went down this path.

Tears rolled down her face as she pleaded with him to stop, but it didn't do her any good. Leon’s pecker was quite small, but it still hurt quite a bit, especially when all the man cared about was his pleasure, and not hers. She tried to push him off, but even though he was a small for a guy, he was still bigger than her. Her eyes were puffy from all the crying she had done, but the tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

“Please, don’t come in me.”

If he heard her, he gave no indication that he would honor his request. He just kept forcing his cock inch by inch into her battered womb. This was so humiliating. Maggie didn’t share her parent’s traditional values, but still, she had thought her first time would be special. At the very least it would be done on a bed, and not on a couch like some dumb fourteen year old slut. They struggled for a little bit, but Leon was inside her now, and was steadily gaining ground and leverage as he pushed inside her tight pussy. Once Leon had forced his cock into her cunt, he paused for a moment, and then started thrusting. Maggie had stopped struggling, and tried to find her happy place while Leon had his way with her.

Finding that happy place wasn’t easy. It felt like he had stabbed her in the belly with a knife. Leon tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away. The rejection of his half-assed attempt at affection didn't deter him in the least. Leon continued plowing her, and Maggie's sex throbbed with pain. Since she was evading all his attempts to kiss her, he leaned down and chewed on her tits. His teeth hurt her nipples and she cried out in agony. Leon soon tired of this game, and focused his attention on demolishing her maidenhead. Her vagina hurt so much, but it was mercifully brief. Leon came quickly after rutting inside her for a few minutes. What took only fifteen minutes for Leon to accomplish lasted an agonizing eternity for Maggie.

Leon’s seed mingled with her blood and trickled down her thighs as he lay on top of her panting from the exertion. She just wanted to push him off, but it never came to that. He rolled off her, pulled up his pants, and wandered off to the fridge to steal some beer from his parents. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she lay there on the couch. She felt so used, as if she were nothing more than a fleshy sock he could jack off into. She’d never imagined that the slang term for vagina – gash – could have so much resonance.

 

***

 

The flow slowed down to a trickle and dried up. Maggie stared blankly at the tiles in the enormous shower stall for a few moments, and then absentmindedly folded a few squares of toilet paper together. She wiped her damp crotch and watched as the soiled toilet paper fluttered down to the bowl. After flushing the toilet, she walked back to the bedroom and the comfortable little love nest the trio had created.

 

***

 

The first time she had anal sex was infinitely better, and was much less prosaic than the humiliating date rape that had robbed her of her virginity on the couch. It happened a few months after she had hooked up with Molly and Mike, and kicked off the start of Maggie's career as a hooker for Mike. The gamine looks that Maggie and Molly had been blessed with were extremely popular with all kinds of clients. Molly's first unofficial client was going to be an unusual one. In fact, it was not one client, but two.

These clients would repay her, or rather them, with services and not cash. Mike was a skinny, small guy, and wasn't very intimidating. Which is why Brandon and William acted as drivers for the girls. Brandon and William were perfect for the job. They were body-builders and mixed martial arts enthusiasts, so if there was trouble with a client, they could take care of it. They were also gay, which meant no romantic entanglements with the girls. However, while true love might not have been a possibility, it didn't mean that the girls couldn’t scratch an itch that William had.

Although William loved Brandon, and they had a relatively monogamous relationship, he had what he liked to call, his "skater-punk ass rape fantasy". Basically, as Brandon explained it to Molly, and later on to Maggie, it involved Brandon and William tag-teaming a "hot piece of ass" that was definitely legal, but looked barely legal or, even better for Williams' fantasy, looked and felt very illegal.

Curiously enough, quite a few straight guys usually had a similar fantasy when they booked Molly or Maggie. The clients would "force" the girls to blow them or butt-fuck them, and take great pains to avoid touching their tits or fingering their cunts. Neither girl had any idea that androgyny could pay so well, or could be so much fun, at least when two sensitive gay body-builders were involved.

 

***

 

The set-up was fairly simple. Maggie didn't have to do much in the way of preparation. No make-up or fussing over her hair, and Mike told her that for this one she wouldn’t need to get waxed. After this date though he had made an appointment to get her hairy muff waxed. All she had to do was wear the clothing Brandon had picked out for her. The baggy jeans hung down past her skinny hips, and her boxers were clearly visible. She sized herself up in the mirror. The over-sized retro thrash metal t-shirt was very comfortable, and Maggie made a mental note to ask Brandon if she could keep it. It would make a pretty cool pajama top. The foam trucker cap didn't quite look right, but when Maggie turned it around backwards, the look fell into place. She definitely looked like a sexy little bitch, albeit a boyish one. This was it. She hoped the boys liked it.

She walked out into the living room where the boys were waiting for her. They were sipping some beer wearing nothing except their tighty-whiteys, and watching gay porn on their giant plasma screen television. Maggie was impressed by the size of their bronzed pectoral muscles and biceps. William had a star tattooed on each of his forearms, and Brandon had barbed wire circling around his right bicep. Both men had pierced their nipples with thick, brushed, titanium rings. Off in the corner next to the television, a digital camera had been set up to record the action. They looked up, and Maggie held her breath for a moment, nervously waiting for their reaction. She was rewarded with an enormous grin from William.

"Hey there handsome, want a beer?"

Her hand rose up reflexively to cover her mouth as she giggled girlishly at the cheesiness of the scenario. Maggie instantly regretted it. Breaking character was definitely not cool. She forced herself to relax, and tried to get back into the role by summoning up her best nonchalant attitude. Furrowing her brow, she mentally geared up to deepen her voice a little bit before responding.

"Whatever."

It sounded a little forced, but William looked pleased with her acting. He got off the couch, and circled around her, sizing her up like a dog eying a bone. Slipping a beer into her hand, his other hand goosed her tight little bum, making Maggie squeal with shock. Trying to relax, Maggie opened the can with one hand and took a tentative sip. The bitter taste wasn’t her particular cup of tea, but she soldiered on in an effort to preserve the illusion. It was hard to relax as William ran his hands up and down her body. He studiously avoided getting to close to her cunt, and stroked the pubic hair above her vagina. She was pretty hairy for an asian girl, and though she didn’t know it, her pubes were unusual for an Asian, as they were curly, and not straight.  When he realized how flat her chest was, he kept tweaking and pinching her nipples when he wasn't rubbing his hand up and down her butt-crack. The touching was rough and forceful, but for some reason it made Maggie’s pussy feel oh so juicy.

Maggie loved her skinny, geeky guys, especially if they were tall, but even if they were short like Mike, but being in the presence of such masculine bodies was igniting some sort of primal desire buried deep within her womb. Brandon sat on the couch, focused on the gay porn while all William enjoyed his foreplay.. His cock was out, and he was fisting the shaft while he watched the action unfold onscreen. William's advances had gotten much more amorous. Maggie pulled away from him when he started kissing her neck. It was hard to fight her impulse to just roll with it and submit to this beautiful piece of man, but after having discussed it with Brandon, Maggie knew it would be better to resist for as long as possible. It was becoming very hard to do that.

Brandon was still fisting his cock, but had moved over to the camera to check the angle. When he was satisfied with what he saw, he walked over to the coffee table, picked up a condom wrapper, and proceeded to roll it over his ginormous cut cock. William started pushing Molly over to the couch, and she feigned resistance. A shove winded her briefly, as her torso slammed into the arm of the couch. This was a lot more rough than she thought it would be, and panic set in as William yanked her jeans and boxers down.

Maggie tried to get up, but a firm and gentle hand kept her down. She started to panic. William was pretty rough, and she was afraid of what he might do to her ass. When she realized that William had moved in front of her she began to calm down. Brandon was going to be the one to pop her ass cherry. Mike and Molly had been warming her up for weeks with tongues, fingers, and butt-plugs that kept gradually increasing in size. The vibrator Molly had brought out once when it was just the two girls at home alone was a lot of fun. This was one cherry she was looking forward to losing. Now it was time for the show. William had started things off quickly, and had already peeled off his y-fronts. Fisting his big cock a few inches in front of her adorable, flat little nose, he muttered something, and then jammed his cock into her mouth. The tip hit the front of her teeth, but Maggie quickly opened her mouth, allowing him to shove his cock down her throat. Gagging, she struggled to accommodate his impressive girth as saliva started to drip off her chin and onto the couch cushions.

“You like that punk?”

“Urghhl.”

Thrusting in and out for a few minutes, she tentatively moved a hand up to his shaft and put her fingers around it. He didn’t make a move to push her hand away, so she started fisting it, and tonguing the head. Her sharp little tongue probed the entrance of his pee-hole, but after that preliminary bit of foreplay, she fisted his cock as her head bobbed up and down on his member. A grunt indicated that she had found a satisfactory rhythm. This was the easy part. The next bit coming up was going to be a little more difficult. Maggie could feel Brandon’s fingers gently massaging her anal crease.

The tube of KY made a farting sound, and a few seconds later, Maggie felt the cool gel being massaged gently on her asshole. Brandon was very gentle, and his fingertip probed her tight little poop-hole, teasing it with gentle feints. Slowly he forced his fingertip half-way into her dirt-pipe and moved it in and out. Maggie tried to relax, and gradually he got his finger deeper inside her special bathroom place. After a little bit of light stimulation, he removed his finger, and squirted more gel onto her butthole and his fingers, repeating the process with more fingers and a little bit more force. Maggie was relaxed now, and was enjoying the anal foreplay. Moaning around William’s cock, she thrust her bony little rump against Brandon’s fingers, desiring deeper anal stimulation.

Pulling his fingers out of her ass, Maggie moaned with frustration, but that sound quickly turned into one of delight as she felt Brandon’s member pressing up against the entrance to her dumper. The moans had the perverse effect of stimulating William, and he laced his fingers around her head and jabbed his cock down her throat, choking her and making her struggle for breath. She was able to push him back a bit with her hands, and resumed her control of the pace of the blow-job. She was relieved that Brandon was the one who would break her in, as his member was somewhat smaller than William’s impressive cock.

Brandon took his time with her. He slowly pushed the tip of his head past her sphincter muscle, and once he was inside, he paused for a moment to allow Maggie to adjust to the increased pressure in her ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and pushed back gently against his cock when she was ready for more. Slowly, he began to push his cock deeper inside her dirt-pipe. It felt pretty good being filled up, and Maggie groaned with pleasure. Like Brandon, Mike had a thick cock, and the sensation of being filled up drove Maggie wild.

Once Brandon was balls deep inside her, he began to slowly move his cock in and out of her, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts to the time of her moans. Soon he was pounding away at her sphincter ruthlessly, but she didn’t care. It felt so good and she wanted more. Caught up in the passion of the moment she had stopped sucking William’s cock as Brandon banged away at her ass, and screeched like a wildcat when he shoved it violently up her butt a few times and blew his load.

She could feel him softening inside her, and she pushed her rump against his groin, burning with unfulfilled desire. As soon as it had started, it was over, and his dick came out of her ass with a pop. When she looked up, William was squatting on his haunches in front of her face, and fisting his cock. He had put a condom on but he had something else in mind before he got started on the main event. He grabbed her by the hair, shoved his fingers roughly in her mouth to get her to open it, and then spat in it.

Although Brandon had walked her through what would happen next before she came over to visit, Williams request still came as a repulsive shock.

“Before I pound your boy-pussy, you are going to swallow every last drop of his jizz.”

Grabbing her by the hair, he slapped her across the face. It stung, but wasn’t so hard that it would leave a mark. Maggie mewled and accepted the condom that he held out to her. It smelled horrible and was streaked with lube and feces. Holding it in her hands, she paused for a moment, and after inhaling deeply through her mouth tipped the contents of the condom into her mouth and swallowed. William grinned and patted her condescendingly on the head.

“Attaboy. We’re almost done.”

This was it. Maggie had been prepped by Brandon, and now she had to get William off. He moved behind her, and she could feel his cock rubbing between her butt-cheeks. He didn’t take his time like Brandon. After he lined up his dick with her poop-chute, he rammed it in. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. Brandon had done a good job of making her hole bigger. William was a lot more brutal, but after riding her ass vigorously for a few minutes he blew his baby batter into the condom. After he had finished his business inside her, William chilled out a bit, and sounded apologetic when he made his next request.

“If you could squat down on the floor, and do a few things for some pictures I’d appreciate it.”

After being butt-fucked by two gay dudes who were pretending she was an under-age skater dude, Maggie didn’t think any further requests were going to be all that unreasonable. They had her sit down on the floor with her pants down around her knees, and her knees pressed against her chest. The loose fabric of the baggy jeans concealed her cunt, but enough flesh was showing to imply that someone had pulled down her pants and anally violated her. William stood above her with his flaccid cock, looking down on her as she suckled on it, as Brandon took still pictures for posterity. William then held up the condom with his seed inside it.

“Could you drink this?”

Maggie held it up in the air and licked the tip as Brandon took pics. The lube on the condom had a greasy taste, and most of the fecal matter was on the side of the condom. Biting off the tip of the condom, she let the semen drip into her mouth, forming a small pool. Following William’s directions, she held her mouth open while Brandon snapped more pictures, then closed her mouth, swallowed the cock snot, and then opened it to show what a well-trained little slut she was.

“Now guess what we’re going to do.”

“Watersports?”

“Watersports. But I want to piss in your mouth.”

Without missing a beat she opened her mouth. Mike was quite the little pervert, and had already pissed on her in the shower, and she enjoyed holding his pecker while he took a leak. A couple of times, instead of watching him shake it dry, she’d bent down and let the last few drops dribble into her mouth, so William’s request didn’t seem all that unreasonable. After all, she had just sucked his man-goo out of a condom streaked with lube and her shit. Piss was sterile.

Standing over her face, he closed his eyes and concentrated for a few moments, trying to relax. The first burst of urine came out as a quick shot, splashing Maggie on the face, and another spurt missed her head entirely and splattered on her chest. The slightly yellow water began to flow, and William adjusted his aim up her neck and into her open mouth. Letting the urine flow into her mouth, Maggie gargled with it briefly, and then began to chug it down as he pissed into her mouth. She couldn’t keep up with the flow, and some of the urine spilled out of her mouth soaking her t-shirt. When William was finished, he shook his cock over her hair, and dangled his johnson over Maggie’s mouth. Like a baby bird taking a worm from its mother’s mouth, Maggie leaned up and sucked the last few drops out of his cock while Brandon took still pictures.

 

***

 

When she got out of the shower, the boys were still naked and watching the footage they had taken of her on the big plasma screen television.  Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso, Maggie stood by the coffee table and shifted her weight from foot to foot, with one hand planted on her hip. She licked her lips flirtatiously. All this sex and no orgasm made her feel like a little nymph, and she was determined to get off before she left their apartment.

“So you guys are like gay?”

William smiled at her.

“We’re both as queer as a three dollar bill.”

Maggie whipped off her towel, wiggled her hips seductively, cupped her itty bitty boobs, pinched her nipples and pulled her breasts forward. Putting on a show felt so good, and made her pussy wet, even if her audience wasn’t popping a boner while she did so. That was the whole point of the exercise. It was a perverse tribute to her sexiness that she could get the guys off while looking like a boy, but was feminine enough not to provoke an erection when she was all woman.

“You mean this doesn’t turn you on.”

Brandon laughed. It was friendly, and non-threatening. Even though she knew what he was going to say next, Maggie didn’t mind it. It made her feel more confident, and it was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“You’re a beautiful woman, and a hot teen-age boy, but I get off on the latter and not the former. Sorry.”

Maggie gave him her most winning smile.

“That’s okay. You don’t mind if I hang out for awhile?”

“No, please, stay as long as you want.”

“You don’t mind it if I’m naked.”

Brandon and William looked at other and then shrugged.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Maggie sat down on the couch, and watched the action unfold on the screen. It was difficult to watch herself getting sodomized, even if she was an eager participant in the game. She felt self-conscious. Getting up, she moved over and plunked her bare ass on Brandon’s lap. For some reason she felt closer to him, almost as if he understood what she felt when he penetrated her, even though he was most definitely all man and not a woman by any stretch of the imagination. Grinding her ass against his flaccid cock made her feel good, and she turned around and looked Brandon straight in the eye.

“You mean that doesn’t turn you on?”

“Nope. Sorry. Now that you’re most definitely all woman, he won’t stand at attention.”

“Do you mind if I try some other things?”

“Be my guest.”

A man who didn’t want to fuck her, even though she was naked, intrigued Maggie. She had never really had a situation where she could experiment, but on her own terms. Mike was a considerate lover, but a heterosexual man nevertheless, and if she ground her crotch in his lap, she’d quickly get thrown on her back and filled up with that wonderful wide dick. These gay men had some interesting possibilities.

Maggie turned around so that she was facing Brandon and adjusted his cock so that it lying on his stomach, holding it there with her hand. Squatting over him with her back facing Brandon, Maggie moved her cunt over his big flaccid dick and started rubbing her pussy over it, and rubbed her small titties against his beefy pecs.

“Does this get your dick hard?”

“Nope.”

He grinned. They both knew the answer before he said it. His impressive member was still as limp as a noodle. Her tight cunny was so wet, and she was starting to feel really horny. It didn’t matter. She liked touching a man, and best of all, she had as much time as she wanted to do what she liked. William was watching the television and fisting his cock. It gave Maggie an idea.

“Can I watch you do Brandon while I jill off?”

The boys looked stunned, but as they thought about it, a sly look came over Brandon’s face.  William arched his eyebrows at him, and they both knew they liked Maggie’s idea.

“An audience would be cool…”

The boys got busy. William pounded Brandon from behind on the living floor. Maggie understood why Brandon was such a considerate lover. From the way the boys were going at it, William probably never had anything much bigger than a small butt-plug up his ass. She stroked her flower while the boys had their fun, and rubbed her little nubbin as she watched William bugger Brandon’s tight little backside. When she was finished, she looked down and realized she had made a mess on their couch. The sight of her snail trail made her feel like a nasty little nymph, and hornier than when she first started watching the boys.

Licking her musky girl goo off the leather upholstery felt strangely satisfying. Her time spent with Molly, becoming familiar with Maggie’s body and juices made her feel less self-conscious about her own secretions. When she was done, she licked William’s asshole and fingered her little button while he porked Brandon. She could feel his asshole clench up when he was ready to blow his load in Brandon’s bum, and shortly thereafter all three climaxed in a chorus of groans and moans.

It was a beautiful moment.

 

***

 

Maggie crawled into bed, spooned Mike and fell asleep. A sudden movement from Molly on the other side  startled him out of sleep. He’d been dreaming about Janet for some reason. It was true what people said about never really forgetting your first…

Janet stretched, yawned, scratched her hairy red crotch, and sniffed her fingers.  The smell of her musky cunt in the morning made her pussy wet. She shook her curly, ginger mane and squinted at the night table next to the side of the king sized bed. Janet saw the little plastic baggie of green weed on the night-table, and her eyes lit up with childish glee. Mike had left her some candy. He must have been pleased with last night’s performance. She hadn't heard him return home or getting ready for classes this morning. Janet was taking the day off. Getting an undergraduate degree in English literature was a lot easier than trying to get a graduate degree in chemistry.

 

Reaching for her bong next to the side of bed, Janet fumbled around on the dresser for her zippo. Smoking up was nice, especially after a hard night of ass to mouth to pussy fucking. She jilled off quickly in between hits from the bong. It felt so fucking good. After her wake and bake, she padded over to her dresser drawer. She pulled out a crisp white wife-beater and a navy pair of boxer shorts with little red lobsters on them and waddled over to the bathroom for a quick shower.

 

The gold ring in her left nostril moved up and down as she scrubbed her face. Janet soaped up her fat, milk-white, udders, and the suds ran down her sexy, fat pooch. She scrubbed her crotch vigorously, working the lather into her red pubes, her fingers massaging the tattooed flesh just above the area where her pubic hair stopped. Proud to be a redhead, Janet had the word "Firecrotch" tattooed just above her ginger pubes.

 

It wasn't her only tattoo. She had a tramp-stamp - a simple abstract design that ended just above her deep ass-crack. An ivy strand was inked on both sides of her torso, cupping the edges of her large breasts and ending at the top of her hips. Her hands slipped between her big bum cheeks, and she gingerly touched her asshole. It wasn't as sore as she thought it would be. Mike had a wide cock. It felt good, but she walked funny when he was done with her. Janet finished washing, toweled off, and put on her boxers and wife-beater. On her way out of the bedroom she grabbed her favorite piece of jewelry - a wood torque bracelet - from the nightstand and put it on.

The bake had settled in, and now it was time to get her wake on. Janet made a beeline to the kitchen to make some coffee. As she sipped her morning cup of joe, she shopped online. As she browsed different sites, she worked on a crossword puzzle. Staying in tonight with a bottle of red wine, a scrabble board, and her suitcase pimp would be nice. One of the clues for the crossword puzzle jogged her memory, and she realized there was a purchase she could afford to make now. With the money they had made last night, she could afford to order some Kopi Luwak coffee.

 

When she went to work today she would taste something almost as…intimate as the Kopi Luwak coffee.  

***

Money was no longer the concern that it used to be. Mike had made a little bit of cash helping a friend who had dropped out of the chemistry graduate program to cook crystal meth, but neither of Mike nor Janet liked the risks that it entailed. Janet had been working as a phone sex operator when she wasn't in class, and while it was easy money, it still wasn't quite enough. They were both getting tired of the student lifestyle and wanted easy money, fast. Turning tricks turned out to be the answer. Mike ran the website and placed the ads, while Janet removed her clothes and spread her legs (or opened her mouth) as needed.

Inspiration and opportunity had initially come knocking in the form of a chance meeting at a strip club. Some old dude had come on to Janet on their way back to the bar, and after some hurried consultations and negotiations, she found herself in the back seat of his car.

 

It felt weird being that intimate with a stranger. The old guy had moved in for a kiss, but Janet fended off his advances, and got busy pulling his cock out of his pants, licking his balls and shaft until he was full erect. Although it creeped her out, she didn’t resist when he put his hands down her shirt to grope and feel her tits and rub and squeeze her nipples under her black sports bra.

 

As she lapped away at his nutsack and shaft like a kitten with a bowl of cream, getting his pecker wet, he unbuttoned her jeans and started roaming lower. Janet didn’t give a fuck. If fingering her snatch got him off sooner, Janet was all for it. His fingers were rough, and it hurt as he worked her open, but her pussy eventually responded to the stimulus and started lubricating, easing the entry of his fingers. Fortunately, he didn’t try to work more than two fingers into her cranny.

 

As work went it was pretty painless, and soon she was gripping the base of his shaft while she polished the top of his knob, her fat, ivory hiney visible to any passerby as he kneaded her ass with one hand and he fingered her snatch with the other. His pecker wasn’t all that big, so Janet was able to fit most of it into her mouth with ease. Bobbing up and down on his cock like a contented calf sucking on an udder, Janet choked and gagged when he suddenly held her head down he shot his watery seed in her mouth. Without thinking, Janet swallowed his cum, hurriedly pulled up her jeans, and fled from his car.

Mike took her behind a dumpster, pushed her jeans and full bottom grey jockey panties down to her knees and rutted her quickly and hard from behind. It was as if he wanted to mark his territory. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, with her chest mashed up against the fence, but it felt good to be possessed by her lover after the tawdry sleaziness that had so recently transpired. Janet came quietly with a low-pitched whimper as Mike shot his sticky load into her stilly juicy twat.

 

The only thing she regretted was not insisting that he wear a condom for that blow-job - going bareback with a stranger wasn't something that she liked to do. However, if she was going to do it, she wanted some extra money for it. Peddling her ass for cash wasn't a decision that required much soul-searching from the young couple. Janet was already involved in entry level sex-work, they had an open relationship, and they wanted more money. She'd always been open-minded. Golden showers were part of the foreplay before she gave up her cherry at the tender age of fifteen. Now that she was twenty-one, making some extra money while lying on her back seemed like a good idea. Why not get paid for doing something that she loved doing in private?

 

***

 

The last john of the day was about to arrive. He was a regular, and paid well, but the sessions were usually pretty rough. Fortunately, and this was the only reason she agreed to keep on seeing him, the sessions were mercifully short, and only happened every other month giving her time to recover from the abuse that he dished out.

 

All the little demented gnome wanted was a hard, fast, rough fuck. Once he’d done his business inside her, he said goodbye and left. No cuddling or asking for another shot on goal. His appearance was hideous, all dandruff, a bad  comb-over, a beer-gut, and brown, crooked teeth. A phone call from him signaled that he was on her floor – she opened the door, peeked out, and motioned him inside. He put her donation - a thick stack of green dollar bills on the television set. It was beautiful. That was a sight that really made her pussy wet.

 

"Let's get a good luck at you."

 

Twirling around in her canvas sneakers, Janet gave the client an idea of what he was going to get front and back. Her unruly mop of red curls was tied up in a scrunchie and the pony tail sat high on the back of her head. As old guys went, he was also pretty unusual inasmuch as he really enjoyed her alternative, college look. Most of her clients preferred the bareback blow-jobs and multiple shots on goal that she offered during a session, not her wardrobe, piercings, or tattoos.

 

She wore a short, faded denim mini-skirt, and an old green t-shirt she had picked up at a vintage clothing store. It was paper-thin, and her nipples poked up through the fabric like plump gum-drops. She stood there, hands on her hips, and smiled at him. On a whim, she lifted up her skirt and turned around, wiggled her big backside at him, and clapped her bum-cheeks at him. Her dark green with light green polka dot g-string had frilly lace trim and was swallowed up by her massive buttocks. He groaned. She giggled.

 

"Like what you see?"

 

Without saying a word he walked up to her, lifted up her t-shirt, pushed her bra down, and grabbed her fat jugs. His grip was hard, and it made Janet wince. He honked her breasts.

 

"Milk, milk."

 

Janet smiled and then gasped as his hands dived under her panties, looking for her pee hole. His fingertips brushed through her luxuriant ginger bush as his probing digits sought out her fuck-hole. Her vajayjay was dry, but slowly began to lubricate in response to this extremely crude attempt at foreplay.

 

"Lemonade."

 

Just as suddenly as the john had started fingering her, he stopped, and pushed her face down on the bed. Her ass hung over the edge of the bed. With one hand he resumed fingering her twat, and with the other hand he pushed her skirt higher up her midriff, and then pulled her thong off her legs. After huffing on the green fabric, he let it flutter down to the floor. Evidently she wasn't the only person who got off on her scent. A tube of lubricant and a condom was on the night table beside Janet. He reached for the lube and squirted a liberal amount of fuck grease in her butt-crack and massaged it roughly into her pooper.

 

There was no pleasant teasing or foreplay. He just forced two lube covered fingers past her sphincter muscle, and jabbed them in and out to spread the lube around. Grinding her teeth for a moment, the agony was too much, and Janet cried out in pain at this violation of her special bathroom place. The client liked to play rough, and she knew she would be well-compensated for the pain that was inflicted on her. She knew that as far as the john was concerned, any pain he inflicted on her was a value add. She just kept reminding herself he had respected her limits before, and that the money from this session was going to allow her to spend the week getting baked and getting her brains fucked out by Mike.

 

"Round the back fudge is made."

 

The man struggled for a few minutes to get the condom on, and then lined up his unusually large member against Janet's asshole. He jammed it in. Janet screamed as his pecker forced its way past her tight sphincter muscle and buried it deep inside her bowels. Her dirt-pipe felt like it was on fire. Janet tried to clear her mind and remember all the happy times that Mike had taken her ass. If she pushed out like she was taking a shit it was a very enjoyable experience. Of course, Mike was a much more gentle and considerate lover. The john wanted to make clearing her mind as difficult as possible. His fist slammed into Janet's skull with explosive force. For a moment, Janet saw stars, but the searing pain in her asshole brought her around quickly. It was at times like this that Janet wondered if it was really worth the money.

 

"You dumb bitch. Real skanks don't wear panties."

 

"Urf. Yes, sir. uurrgghh"

 

Another love tap to the back of her skull. It hurt, but he didn't use as much force as he had last time.

 

"Say it cunt."

 

"Urf. Yessir.ugghh. Real skanks don't wear panties.Owwwie"

 

As if to drive his point his home, he pulled his cock back and then rammed it up her ass as hard as he could. Tears rolled down her cheeks and Janet cried out in pain as the john's anal assault began in earnest. Grabbing her ponytail in his hand, he pulled back hard, lifting up Janet's head and eliciting another surprised gasp from her. Using her hair as a handle. What an original touch. It certainly wasn't the biggest cock she had ever had in her narrow back passage, but the guy certainly knew how to inflict a lot of damage with it. It felt like he was going to tear her open back there. In vain she pushed out as if she was trying to take a dump, but that didn't really do much to ease the pain.

 

"Urghf."

 

It was a little undignified, but Janet found that grunting helped ease the pain of an anal violation. As an added bonus, the men seemed to get off on it, and finished a little quicker. She grunted in time to his thrusts as his big balls slapped against her chunky thighs and her fat bum-cheeks jiggled from the force of the pounding she was receiving.

 

"Urgh"

 

The john stopped his anal assault, balls deep in her ass, and felt around on the floor, looking for her panties. He let go of her ponytail, and Janet let her head hang down. Janet's neck felt sore from the forceful way his hands held her pony-tail back as he nailed her fat can. Unfortunately, her relief wasn't going to last very long. Janet's customer placed the thong around her head, wedged the crotch of the panties into her mouth, and pulled back on the thong like a pair of reins. This was even worse than the earlier physical abuse. This was humiliating. The john was treating her as if she was livestock and not a human being. And he was using her panties to do it.

 

"Ugh. ouch."

 

Her mouth was forced open and saliva dripped off her chin as he resumed pounding her dirt-pipe. Part of Janet hated this degradation, but a part of her got off on it. It made her cunt wet. It was a good thing that she wasn't wearing panties anymore, as her arousal would have been painfully obvious. Suddenly he dropped the thong. Janet hung her head down with weary relief but clenched the panties in her teeth. She knew what boys liked. Submissive bitches. The end was near.

 

Placing his hands on her wide hips, he sodomized her anus quickly and vigorously, thrusting in and out like a jackhammer. Holding her hips tightly, his thrusts continued to pick up speed as he fucked in and out of her tight little asshole. Grunting, she could feel him tense up as he got ready to ejaculate. Janet was relieved that he was about to finish his business inside her. Janet could feel him tense up as he came inside the condom and she felt relief when he pulled his dick out of her ravaged rectum.

 

"Ooooooohhhhh..."

 

"Fuck yeah, bitch."

 

A friendly slap on her bottom made Janet blush. The john was still breathing heavily from the strain of his recent efforts. Gradually, his gasps subsided, and they enjoyed a brief moment of post-coital silence together. Janet knew her job wasn't over, and there wasn't any point in dragging things out any further. She knew what was expected of her, and prepared for the final level of degradation. Eye level with the john's dick, she was shocked to realize that the condom was no longer on his prick.

 

She looked up at the john, who was laughing at her. He had pulled a cell-phone out of his jacket pocket.

 

"It's there. Stand up and spread those cheeks so I can get a close-up."

 

Janet hadn't thought the indignities being piled on her couldn't get any worse, but they kept on coming. She did as she was told, and spread her cheeks so her customer could take a picture of the used rubber dangling part way out of her asshole. She prayed it wasn't broken, and extracted it gingerly using her fingertips. Getting back on her knees, Janet held it up as the semen pooled down into the tip. Janet got paid the big bucks because of the show that she put on. The smell made her cringe as she gingerly bit off the tip of the condom and let the jizz pool into her mouth. She held her mouth open like a good little slut while the john took some more pictures with his cell phone, then swallowed, and finally opened her mouth again to show what a good, well-trained cunt she was.

 

****

 

The client tipped generously, and paid some extra money for Janet's thong. She felt like a real skank as she traipsed over to the hotel across the street. They used some of the customer’s generous payout to stay at a luxury suite for the evening. Mike liked to reestablish his dominance after a john fucked her, and he pushed her down on her knees after they crossed the thresh-hold of the hotel room. She understood his need to feel special, but Janet had other things on her mind. First and foremost, her bladder was killing her, and she just wanted to take off the damn pumps. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into her head. She could kill two birds with one stone.

 

"Set up the camera. Quickly. I'm going to do something for you that I've never done for anybody else."

 

She tore off her clothes, flinging them aside as Mike set up the camera, getting it focused on her as she did her hurried striptease. She sprinted over to the courtesy coffee maker, grabbed a mug, and returned to the spot where she had undressed. Mike loved pee play, and he was going to jizz in his boxers when saw what she was about to do next. Janet squatted over the coffee cup and with a groan of relief, let fly into the mug. The piss poured out in a gushing yellow stream, and she closed her eyes as the relief washed over her. When she half opened her eyes, she was pleased to notice that Mike was stroking himself as her water filled the mug and flowed over on to the carpet. The torrent soon became a trickle, and she squeezed a few last spurts out. Finally a dribble trickled out of her wet snatch and she was finished.

 

"There is something special I can do for you that I've never done for anyone else."

 

Picking up the coffee cup off the floor, Janet lifted it up and drank the bitter, salty contents. Some of it dribbled down her chin. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The speed with which she guzzled was an attempt to turn him on, and not because it grossed her out. The urine made her throat and chest glisten. Janet then got down on her hands and her knees, with her fat rump sticking out in the air, and lapped up the urine that had spilled on the carpet. Hearing movement, she looked up and watched as Mike moved around behind her.

 

Janet could hear him unzipping his fly. She readied herself as his thick member rubbed against her sore asshole, and then moved down further to her pussy. He rubbed the head of his prick against her hairy slit, and gently pushed it inside her sopping wet snatch, popping the tip of his prick in and out of her twat, teasing her. Grabbing her hips, he began to push his dick slowly into her snatch. She moaned with delight, and he gently began to fuck her. Janet loved Mike's dick. It wasn't very long, but it was very wide, and she felt so full when he was inside her. As her cunt grew accustomed to his impressive girth, he began to hump her more vigorously. Pushing her face down into the damp carpet, Mike rutted Janet hard.

 

It made her feel like such a submissive little bitch when he took her in this fashion. She groaned as he plowed her forcefully, his cock punching in and out of her pussy furiously. Moments like this made the anal assault she had endured all worthwhile. All Janet wanted to do was to please her man. He grunted as he got up off his knees, half squatting over her big backside, trying to drive his cock into her twat as far as it would go. She loved it as he slammed into her. It was painful, but it was a good hurt. His thrusts became faster and more violent as he gripped her wide hips and slammed into her again and again. She could feel him tense up, and he pushed his cock deep into her vagina, flooding her womb with his seed, and he grunted with satisfaction. She groaned, and as he lay on top of her panting, she fiddled with her clit and got herself, moaning with pleasure at the thought of being marked by his semen.

 

Mike climbed off her and rummaged around briefly in his messenger bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne. Dazed she stayed in the doggie position until a loud queef tumbled out of her cunt. Blushing she jumped up and kissed him on the cheek.

 

"Sorry, you're so big."

 

"Yeah, baby. What I lack in length, I more than make up for in width."

 

"I feel so fucked."

 

As he stepped out of the room to fill the ice bucket, Janet scampered out on to the balcony in nothing but her birthday suit, her big bum jiggling and her boobies bouncing as she moved. Being nude always made her feel like a nymph. She slipped into the jacuzzi, and waited for Mike's return. They sipped champagne, cuddled, and nuzzled, chatting about the days events. His cock got hard again, and he stood up, presenting his penis to her mouth for service.

 

Janet took his thick dick in her hands, gently slapping it around for a few minutes. Moving forward, she rubbed his cock against her cheek and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Mike had a huge boner now. Stepping back, he slapped her with his cock, the blows falling on her forehead, cheeks and noses. She closed her eyes and smiled while he did this. Taking back the initiative, she grabbed his dick with one hand and gripped the base firmly while she fisted his shaft up and down. Using her tongue and the fingers of her other hand, she teased and stroked the head of Mike's prick. Janet popped the head of Mike's cock into her mouth, and sucked on the head. Fluttering her tongue around the tip of his dick, she tried to get as much saliva as she could on it. Mike loved a wet blow-job. She did this for about a minute, while Mike moaned in appreciation. He slapped her hands off the base of his penis.

 

Janet put her arms behind her back and leaned forward. As she did so, she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Mike grabbed her pony-tail and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. He held it there for a moment, and she coughed around his shaft. She breathed shallowly through her nose. He reached down and pinched her nostrils close. Unable to contain her gag reflex for long, Janet gagged and heaved as she struggled for air.

 

She pushed him away, and he stood there as she gasped and heaved. Drool dripped off her chin and onto her chest. Her tits glistened with saliva. Mike resumed his assault, forcing his cock down her throat. Janet held her breath longer this time but her gag reflex kicked in sooner, and unable to hold down the contents of her stomach, she puked up on his cock. Her vision started to fade, and Janet tried to push Mike away, but he kept his cock planted firmly down her throat. A fart tumbled out of her puckered starfish. Mike was too busy raping her mouth to notice, but it still made Janet blush. Gasping and retching around his dick, he suddenly pulled out, and she puked again. Vomit and saliva coat her chest now, and pooled around her tits in the hot tub. Janet gasped for breath, and he roughly yanked her head around by her ponytail, forcing her head up.

 

"Say it cunt."

 

"Fuck my face daddy."

 

Mike slapped her. It stung, but probably wouldn't leave any marks.The pecker plunged back into her maw. Conflicting emotions welled up inside Janet. On the one hand, she felt like a piece of meat as Mike reamed out her throat. But she also felt strangely empowered.  No matter how roughly he fucked her mouth, and what he did to her sometimes bordered on oral rape, she was the one getting him off. His pleasure was in her hands, or willing throat if he felt like skull-fucking her.

 

"Blaw, blawb, blawwb"

 

The tip of his johnson was now rubbing up against Janet's tonsils. Mike had eased up a bit, allowing her some time to recover.She started to retch again as his penis pushed further down her throat. Choking on his cock, tears rolled down her face as she struggled to take it all down her throat. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, flicking up and down the head of Mike's shaft as her plump limps formed a perfect cocksuckers "O".

 

Using her ponytail like a handle, he forcefully held her head down on his member. He moved his cock rapidly in an out of her mouth, and fucked it like a cunt. Keeping her head down, he grunted and shot his cock snot down her throat. Thinking he was finished, Janet tried to pull away. However a new taste soon wipes away the old, and she greedily gulped down his second offering. Being used as his personal urinal really gets her girl goo flowing. The act is so submissive and intimate. It speaks to a shared trust and understanding between the two lovers.

 

"May I cum, Daddy."

 

"Of course you can little cunt. Get out of the tub and spread 'em wide so I can watch."

 

He said nasty things to her while she jilled off. She got off quickly. Putting on a show for her lover was always fun. After scampering off to the bathroom to brush her teeth and gargle with some mouthwash, Janet crawled into bed with Mike. He was sleeping, and she spooned him. Looking at him as he slept, her heart leaped with the thrill of the knowledge that he was the one. They would be together forever.

 

***

 

Of course, their love didn’t last forever. Having never done bareback full service for a client, Janet was as shocked as Mike was when he first noticed the green pus dripping from his cock.  And while it might have seemed hypocritical for a sex-worker to be angry at her suitcase pimp for fooling around on her behind her back when they were already in an open relationship, it was the principle of the thing. Not so much the physical act of cheating, so much as the deception on his part was what brought about the dissolution of their relationship. And that sexual transgression had apparently opened the door for the confession of other transgressions that made it difficult for Janet to continue her arrangement with Mike…

***

In time she learned to love again. She had long since lost contact with Mike, and her initial anger against men had dissipated, thanks to a Sapphic playmate who delivered up a scapegoat worthy of her fury. In the end she loved penises too much, and had found one that was the perfect match. Smoking up and smoking pole were her two favorite activities, and she liked to combine the two whenever she could. Unfortunately, for the time being her pregnant condition didn’t her to indulge in the former activity before performing the latter for her new lover. 

Belly big with child, and naked as a jaybird, Janet leaned over the mug of coffee that she had just topped up with whiskey and a teaspoon full of sugar. Already naturally well endowed, her breasts had swelled to an even larger size with milk, and her aureolae resembled tea saucers. Pulling on her tit, milk dribbled from her nipple and into the mug. When the coffee had turned from black into dark brown, Janet waddled over to her bearded, bespectacled significant other and handed him her submissive twist on a classic beverage. Beaming up at her, he took a sip and laughed with genuine appreciation.

“Well done, my little heifer!”

Blushing at the demeaning term of endearment, Janet returned his smile.

“Now turn around.”

Not saying a word, she did as she was told. Tying her wrists together, he slapped her fat can hard and before finishing the knot. The rope chafed against her wrists, and the friction felt good against her soft, pale flesh. The creaky sound of a drawer opening meant that he had additional plans for her. Waiting with agonizing anticipation, she inhaled deeply when she heard the farting sound of lubricant being squeezed onto her lover’s fingers.

This was the part that she loved the most. Anal was as much fun for her as oral, but most of her male lovers (prior to meeting her wonderful husband) failed to understand that a woman’s asshole was not a pussy. He slowly worked it into her sphincter, and Janet moaned at this most intimate of violations. As the thickest part of the plug eased past her anal sphincter, she grunted and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as the base of the plug nestled comfortably against her stinkbud. It felt soooooooo good to have something pushed up her bum. Being buggered by her lover was best, but the plug was definitely a close second.

“Kneel.”

Janet knelt down in front of her husband. The university office was cold, and it made her nipples hard. It was dark outside, and the only light in the room was the dull glow of her lover’s desk lamp. Leaning forward, she wrapped her plump, full lips around her lover’s cock, enjoying the texture of the old, wrinkly, veiny skin. Her long, curly, red locks covered her face and brushed against his stomach as she suckled on dick. Being with a woman had unleashed her dominant side, but being with a man had brought back the submissive in her.

Grabbing Janet firmly by her jaw and the back of her head, her lover humped her face hard. She could feel the tip of his penis banging against her tonsils, and she started to salivate uncontrollably. Drool dripped down her chin, and she gagged as she struggled for air. Face fucking was her husbands preferred means of achieving an orgasm from oral sex, and although she had become accustomed to this forceful method, he was still able to make her vomit when she was made to deep-throat him. If she had been wearing mascara, Janet’s face would have resembled that of a sad panda. Instead, her eyes tears ran down her face and snot dribbled down her nose as her lover ravished her throat.

Pushing her head off his johnson, he stood up, and after graciously allowing her to puke on the floor, slid the head and the first couple inches of his shaft into her mouth. A love tap signaled to her that he wanted her to look up at him, despite the fact that his eyes were closed as he concentrated and strained. Finally, he opened his eyes as the brackish water flowed out of his cock and into her mouth. Without hesitating, she swallowed every last drop as he relieved himself in her mouth. When he was finished he condescendingly patted her on the head as she let out a loud belch.

“Good cunt.”

Blushing, Janet steeled herself for another assault on her oral orifice. Her lover didn’t disappoint her, as he grabbed her head firmly in his hands and resumed reaming her mouth. Giving herself over to her paramour made her hairy ginger twat drip with moisture. While she didn’t regret her time spent as a sex worker, Janet had always been more of an earth goddess type, and it was nice to let the hair grow on her vage again. It was nice to have a lover that didn’t mind if she didn’t shave her pubes or armpits. Wiggling her fat can with frustrated desire, and squeezing her sphincter muscle around the plug, she wondered if her husband would satisfy her needs orally, manually, or if he would ask her to put a show on for him.

Being an older gentleman, it didn’t take much effort from Janet to coax the seed out of his penis. Struggling for breath as his hands held her head down on his manhood, Janet gasped and gagged as did his business in her mouth.  Holding it in her mouth, she savored the bitter taste of her man, and dutifully swallowed his semen. After she had enjoyed the tasty treat, she pushed the plug out of her ass and it fell to the floor with a wet plop.

As she jilled off to a satisfying conclusion, her gallant, elderly lover ran off to find some so towels and water to clean up the mess they had made in his office. For a brief moment, Janet wondered how her former lover was doing, then rolled over on her side, and dreamily awaited the return of the current love of her life.

***

Razor blades. It felt like he was literally pissing out razor blades. Mike hoped the girls were asymptomatic. Now was not the time to be dealing with the fallout from the little mistake, fuck, the many mistakes he had made during their vacation. After the girls had helped him move the merchandise back to America, he could explain it all and make it better…