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Gina knocked on the door of Jason’s apartment and waited. She hoped he’d be home on a Saturday afternoon as she didn’t want to waste the trip. But she’d finished the papers for the meeting on Monday and there was no way that slut Tracey was going to get the credit.

It was hot, but Gina was comfortable in the tiny top and cut off shorts she had chosen. She’d turned to and fro to check her reflection in the mirror in the foyer. Great, she thought. Hair mussed up just right. Boobs pressing against the top. Plenty of cleavage.

Her boss Jason answered the door. She’d never had such a young boss before and Jason was hot as well. How she lusted after this guy. And how she wanted to make sure she fucked him before Tracey. Unless, heaven forbid, he’d already fucked Tracey.

“Hi Gina,” Jason said. “I didn’t expect to see you on a Saturday.”

Gina leaned towards him and hoped Jason was getting an eyeful of her boobs. She ran her eyes down his body from his shaggy blonde hair and his stubbled chin, the shirt with the metal press studs he was wearing unbuttoned to mid chest – rape shirts her girlfriends called them – to the tight jeans he wore low on his hips, and his bare feet.

“I finished the papers for you,” she cooed. And I thought you might like to see them before Monday.”

She could see Jason looking down the wide gap in her top and leaned in even more. He spoke without lifting his eyes from her chest.

Well that’s great,” he said. “You’d better come in. It’s hot. Can I get you something to drink?”

She nodded, handed him the papers and stepped inside. The house was cool. Jason held out a hand which she took and held onto. She didn’t care if he thought she was forward.

Jason led her through to the kitchen.

“Take a chair,” he said. “I’ll fix you a drink. Coke? Or something stronger?”

“Stronger. Please,” Gina said.

He walked to the refrigerator. She watched his ass move inside his tight jeans, and his back flex inside his shirt.

“Beer?”

She nodded.

“Nice apartment,” she said.

“It’s great,” Jason said, opening the beer. He handed the can to her and then stood up close. She could see his smooth chest inside his shirt. How she wanted to tear his shirt open and put her lips against his fresh skin.

“We’ve been here five years now.”

We, she thought. His wife? Girlfriend? Funny how she was his secretary but she’d never spoken to his partner.

“Bring your drink into the living room,” he said, and led her through the door to the sofa where he sat. Gina sat too, drawing her legs up beneath her so she could sit and face him.

Jason still had the papers and opened them, reading for a moment.

“These look great,” he said.

“I’m glad you like them,” Gina said. “I know what you were looking for and I was worried Tracey wasn’t on the right track.”

“Tracey?” Jason said absentmindedly.

“Yes. Tracey the slut,” Gina spat.

Jason looked surprised.

“Slut?”

And then he laughed.

“Yes, she is a slut. Remember what happened at the Christmas party? Oh no, you weren’t there.”

But Gina had heard about Tracey. She’d serviced every guy in the place. Blow jobs all round. No wonder she was popular.

“Tracey’s a party girl,” he said. “Are you?”

He had a strange look.

“I might be,” Gina said, moving a little and pulling her top down to give Jason an even better look. She was feeling hot just sitting on the sofa with Jason, thinking about how close they were and hoping he’d give in to whatever fantasy might be running around his head.

Her words worked. He moved a little closer and placed his hand on hers, where she was holding her top down.

“I guess if you want to get ahead of Tracey, there’s some things you can do.”

“Sure,” she said. “I could start by sucking your cock.”

Jason smiled.

“How about I start by sucking your tits?”

Gina lifted her top over her head. Jason placed a hand on each tit and squeezed, softly at first.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said.

“Thank you.”

He squeezed harder. Then kissed them. Then squeezed even harder, making her squeal.

“Was that too hard for you?” he asked.

“Maybe just a little,” Gina said.

“Well,” said Jason, with an evil grin. “If you want to be my favourite girl, it’s going to get even harder than that.”

She stopped smiling. He held her fast on the sofa now and her squirming just brought them closer.

“Honey, surely you didn’t come here just to flirt.”

“Well, no,” she said. “I came to…”

“To what,” said Jason pushing his face into hers.

Gina swallowed hard.

“Let’s cut the crap,” he said. “You came here to seduce me. That’s a nice old fashioned word. And hey, that’s great. You’ve seduced me now so I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He leaned in and kissed her, hard, biting at her lips, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. She struggled for air until she was gasping when he pulled back.

“So that’s the kissing out of the way,” he escort bayan said. “Well, mouth kissing anyway.”

Jason stood and removed his shirt.

“Unzip my jeans and suck my cock,” he said.

Gina smiled. He was a little rough but cocksucking was her specialty. She reached out, pulled down the zip and extracted his cock. All ten inches of rock hard cock sprang into her face. He was cut neatly and she locked her mouth around him. Immediately he put is hands behind her head and pulled her head onto his cock until she could feel him at the back of her throat. Jason was relentless, dragging her onto him and holding her there, his massive swollen cock filling her mouth. She was gagging.

He let her go.

“Fuck it, Gina. It’s just a cock,” Jason said. “You’ve sucked cock before. I know you have. The other guys at work say you’ve sucked cock. Let’s try again and this time suck it properly. Suck it like Tracey.”

So Tracey had sucked Jason’s cock. She tried to speak but already he was pulling her onto his cock again, hard. There was no escape. His cock, as big as any she’d deepthroated, was fully extended into her mouth, beyond the top of her throat. She was gagging again. She tried to lean down so he had a straight path into her throat, but it was no good. He was thrusting into her, fucking her face, and she used all her strength to push him away, then turned and coughed uncontrollably, spitting his precum and her drool onto the carpet.

“Honey. You’re the sweetest little cocksucker in the office, but I don’t want sweet,”Jason said. “I want full-on filthy fucking whore. Do you understand?”

He was shouting at her. She looked up. His handsome face was snarling in a way that made her scared and horny at the same time.

She nodded.

“Then tell me what you are,” he said.

“A whore.”

“A cocksucking whore,” Jason said. “Say it.”

“I’m a cocksucking whore,” Gina said.

“A cocksucking Asian whore.”

“A cocksucking Asian whore,” she said.

“That’s more like it,” Jason said, and began fucking her mouth again just as hard as before.

This time she built up a rhythm and found his cock easier to take. She’d admired his package through his tight pants many times, but she’d never realised just how big he was. Still, she was more comfortable and was able to suck him strongly, his balls under her chin, his torso slapping against her nose, while looking up at him as much as possible.

“You are a filthy fucking whore,” he said. “You know, when I was fucking Tracey in the office last week she asked me if I’d fucked you. I said no, but that I planned to. Maybe you heard us. Maybe you watched me fucking her across the photocopier. Did you watch me fuck her ass and then slam my cock straight into her mouth? Maybe that’s why you came today. To get some cock from ass to mouth. Yeah?”

Gina tried to reply and nod, but Jason’s cock prevented her making any sound besides the sucking and slurping noises which escaped around the sides of the fleshy plug which filled her mouth.

“Tracey is a great cocksucker,” he said. “And she’s got a neat cunt and a tight ass. And there’s no violation she won’t take to get ahead. Do you understand, my lovely Asian cocksucking whore?”

He stopped ramming his cock into her mouth, but just held it there, his hands holding her tight against his balls, and looked down. With his free hand, he lifted her head up by the chin until she was straining around his cock to meet his eyes. Then he ran his fingers around her lips where his cock was slashing her face, caressing both her lips and his cock. She wanted to gag, to get his cock moving again, but he just held her tight and still.

“So,” he said slowly and deliberately. “When we’ve finished cocksucking, we’re going to work our way through all the other options.”

And then he made a circle with his fingers and fucked her mouth through the circle while his other hand held her head tight onto his cock.

And then with her least expecting it, his cock exploded in her mouth. His warm cum gushed into her throat as he withdrew from her mouth, slowly, so that ropes of cum looped back from her lips to his knob which bobbed inches from her face. Then he knelt down beside her and kissed her roughly again, his mouth dwelling on her cum-soaked lips and cheeks.

“I was wrong,” Jason said. “We haven’t done with kissing.”

He held her up to his face and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

“Do you like the taste of my cum?”

“Mmm,” she said.

“Tracey likes the taste of my cum,” he said. “And she likes it even more when it’s gushing out of some other slut’s ass. Have you tasted cum straight from an ass?”

“Um, no,” Gina said. This was getting uglier than she’d expected. Jason was a pretty guy, but he was sure turning out rough. And if Tracey had tasted his cum from some other girl’s ass, who was the other girl he’d fucked? His partner? It was just the two girls at the office. Did he invite Tracey home for threesomes?

“Let’s get more comfortable,” istanbul escort Jason said, throwing her onto the couch. He pulled her hips up and removed her shorts and then her panties. She could feel him roughly fingering her butt cheeks and then her butthole.

“You have a gorgeous fuckable asshole. You know that? What do you think I’m going to do now?”

“Fuck my ass?”

“You betcha, honey. I am going to fuck your ass, long and hard. First with my cock and then with whatever I can find,” Jason said.

Gina felt him spit on her ass and then work his fingers inside her tightest hole. It felt great, but she worried about how rough he meant to get with her. It was too late to back out and she feared this was going to hurt, however much she could use the experience to get ahead at work. At least she would now be on a par with Tracey. No wonder Jason paid Tracey so much if she was letting him fuck her any way he wanted.

Jason had three fingers in her ass now and was working his way past the second knuckle. He leaned down, his grip tightening at her rear, and with his knee in her back, pulled her head round with his other hand and looked her in the eye.

“Honey,” he said. “This is gonna be one helluva’n ass fuck.”

He leaned down and kissed her hard again, fingers still in her ass, then pushed her head down, and withdrew his fingers. Then she felt him behind her, mouth against her ass, spit then tongue, then fingers and tongue, stretching and kneading her. It hurt and pleasured her at the same time. She pushed her head into the cushions and arched her back to meet him.

“Mmm,” he said. “That is one tight sweet fuckable ass. I don’t know why we haven’t done this before. But hey, I want you to make more noise. Tell me what you want, you ass-fucked whore.”

“I want you to fuck my ass,” she said. “As hard as you can.”

“Shit, Gina,” he said. “Put some feeling into it. I am going to split you in two and then some, and you just want it harder?”

He slapped her hard. It stung.

“Now ask me,” he said.

“I want you to hurt me,” she said. “I want you to make me squeal. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I am your fucktoy.”

“Hmm,” he said. “See how you can do better if you try?”

And then he put his mouth to her ass again and she felt his tongue probing her ring and then inside. She closed her eyes waiting for him to finish tonguing her and thinking about how his cock would feel inside her ass.

And then she heard the front door open, then voices. She even thought she recognized some of them.

“Hey, man. We interrupting something?”

Gina bent around. It was Jimmy from the office, his leering face just inches from her. She’d let Jimmy fuck her once in the store room. He was an ass man too.

“Jimmy,” Jason said, sitting up. “I’ll fix you a drink. Why don’t you take over and finish off my little Asian slut.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Jimmy said, lifting his Tshirt over his head, unzipping his jeans and sitting behind Gina.

And as Jimmy pushed his fingers into her ass and with the other hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her head back, Gina heard more voices. And with her head back, over Jimmy’s shoulder she saw other guys from the office, and then Tracey walk in. Jason was standing by the bar, naked, mixing drinks. Tracey walked over and they kissed, long and hard. She was wearing a bikini top and short shorts, and looked every inch the tanned whore that Gina knew she was.

“Hey guys,” she said, spying Gina on the couch with Jimmy mauling her. “What do we fucking have here?”

Tracey walked over, patted Jimmy on his naked back, then sat in front of Gina. Jimmy let go of her mouth and Gina turned back to see Tracey’s snarling face.

“Gina,” she said. “You didn’t tell me you wanted my job, you treacherous little cocksucker.”

“No,” Gina said. “I was just doing some overtime and things got out of hand.”

Tracey laughed.

“Out of hand as in you and Jason are naked and Jimmy’s hand is up your ass and you’ve got cum all over your face.”

Tracey leaned down and licked Gina’s face.

“Mmm,” she said. “Jason’s cum. Hey guys,” she said. “We were planning a gangfuck anyway. Why don’t we teach Gina a lesson about the consequences of being a treacherous little slut?”

Gina closed her eyes for a moment, listening to their words of approval, and when she opened them, Tracey and all four guys in the room were naked and gathered round. She’d never been gangfucked before and there seemed nothing she could do now but lie back and enjoy it. And why not? The guys were good looking, they were all workmates, Jason had already fucked her, and she was going nowhere in a hurry.

But when Tracey kissed her hard she wasn’t so sure. And when Tracey made way for the guys to stand around while she went behind and started fingering Gina’s ass, she was convinced this was going to be the fucking of her life.

“Guys,” said Tracey. “I want to see it all. Face fucking. Deep throating. Spit roast. istanbul escort bayan Just do what cums naturally. You OK with that, slut?”

Gina nodded and was about to speak, but Jimmy pushed his hard cock into her mouth and someone pushed her head onto him, hard and relentlessly. And the whole time someone else, Tracey she guessed, worked their fingers into her asshole and her cunt.

“Don’t answer,” Tracey said. “You’re our cumslut for the afternoon and you might as well get used to it.”

Gina worked her tongue around Jimmy’s swollen cock which was unavoidably plugging her throat. He was much the same length as Jason, maybe a little fatter, and was soon banging against the back of her throat, his precum swishing round her mouth. But just as they settled into a rhythm, he withdrew and was replaced by the guy from accounts – Kevin? He pinched her cheeks and then pushed them together to tighten her mouth up on his cock. Kevin was not only bigger than Jason and Jimmy, but he was rough. She gagged as Kevin shoved his fat cock between her lips and into her throat, her spit coming up around his cock each time he partially withdrew.

“Cough it up, slut,” Tracey said, roughly turning Gina’s head round so she could spit on the floor. But once she was leaned over onto her side a little, Tracey and the guys kept turning her onto her front. Her face was up against Jason’s flatscreen TV and she realised a DVD was playing. Someone turned the sound up, and she heard a woman scream. She focused and saw a woman being fucked by more cocks than she could count. At the same time, a cock split her own pussy and a finger slipped into her ass.

“Do you like this porno?” Tracey asked. “We thought we might play it and take some cues while we fuck you.”

Gina went to speak but a hand grabbed at her mouth, pulling her head back. Tracey leaned down into her face.

“The silly slut on the film lets eight guys gangfuck her in every way you can imagine and even more ways you can’t. There’s only four guys and me here, so you’re going to cum off easy.”

The cock in her pussy was joined by several fingers.

“Do you know what double penetration is, slut?” Tracey asked.

Gina grunted.

“Triple penetration?”

Gina grunted again. Jimmy was lying on the couch beside her and pulled her onto him. She felt someone insert Jimmy’s cock into her pussy. Then someone grabbed at her ass, pulled her apart and a cock slid in. She could feel the guy on her back but had no idea who it was. And then as he leaned down close until she could feel his breath on her neck, something else was inserted into her pussy. She hurt and screamed with pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tracey yelled and slapped her face. “You’ve got a cock up the ass and two cocks in your cunt, and when Jason joins us you’ll have his sweet cock in your mouth as well. Four cocks, you sad little cumslut. Have you ever fucked four guys at once?”

Gina could only moan.

And then things got worse. She was sure she heard a camera click. And then as Tracey held a hand against her head and Jason slid his cock into her mouth, she saw the digital camera out of the corner of her eye, in Tracey’s other hand.

“These photos are going to look great on the web,” Tracey said. “Gina our dirty triple penetrated cock whore.”

Jason filled her mouth as completely as she remembered from earlier. But he was pounding away hard, pushing his knob into her throat, then holding, then pulling back and plunging in again. Plunge and hold. And then she was gagging and could feel her spit and his precum, and the remains of his cum from before. And she wanted to disengage, to cough, to rinse and spit it out, but she couldn’t. His cock was fully inside her, his torso filling her gaze, his balls slapping her chin. And the other guys were in her pussy and her ass. The guy in her ass was slamming into her, hard and rapid, banging her into Jason. And she could feel a cock in her pussy and someone else’s fingers stretching her hole as well. And all the while the woman in the porno playing on the TV was yelling ‘fuck me harder you pussies’ and the guys were responding ‘suck my fat cock you whore’, and Tracey’s laugh and the clicking of the camera kept going round in her head.

And then they disengaged and she breathed, then spat, mucus and cum and whatever ran down her chin and onto her tits. Hands grabbed her and she was rolled over again. She opened her eyes and the TV screen was in view. The woman on the screen was bent over a bed. There was a guy underneath with his cock in her pussy. A second guy was kneeling at her head with his cock in her mouth. A third guy was crouched over her back with his cock in her ass which was bent high, the asshole stretched alarmingly. And a beautiful naked blonde woman was helping a fourth guy, a young muscled guy with a huge cock, feed this massive tool in between the two guys at the rear so this woman took a second cock into her pussy.

“Now that is fucking hot. Let’s try that,” she heard Jason say. Then Kevin was beside and under her on the couch.

“I never knew you were such a great fuck,” he said to her, pulling her face down to him and kissing her roughly.

Then someone, Tracey probably as the person had soft hands, fed Kevin’s cock into her pussy, then thrust a cushion under them both, pulling her ass up.

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My friend Ruby and I have been friends for over twenty years.

Her husband Joe and I use it date back when Ruby was married to Shawn.

To make a long story short things worked out for the best. Ruby and Joe have been married now for close to five years.

We are all still the best of friends and every now and then I go to their house for the weekend.

Now I have to tell you about Ruby. She is the loveliest woman I know. She is about five foot one. Dark hair and the sexiest blue eyes and she has the biggest, nicest boobs around, I believe she is a DDD.

A lot of people think we look a lot alike and mistake us for sisters. Though I have brown eyes my boobs are a little bigger and Ruby is thinner.

One weekend when I was at Ruby’s house we where just getting ready for bed. As I all ways slept in the middle of their king size bed.

“Come on Jane your Pillow is in that chair lets get in bed” Ruby was pulling her shirt off over her head.

I loved watching Ruby get ready for bed. She only ever sleeps in just her knickers. I put on an over size tee shirt and I crawled in the bed.

“My two sexy ladies.” merter escort Joe walked in the room just in time to see us nude.

Joe got nude and got in bed next to me. And Ruby got in on my right.

“What’s this?” Joe started rubbing my boobs and then slid on hand over on to Ruby’s boobs.

“The best tits you’ve ever seen.” Ruby giggled.

At first I was afraid that Ruby was going to get mad at me or something. But then Ruby started rubbing my boobs too.

“Well Ruby and I have been talking about spicing up our love life.” Joe was smiling from ear to ear.

“You know Jane I can’t think of anyone I trust more than you” Ruby ran her tongue over my nipple.

Then Ruby and Joe both started Kissing my neck and each other.

I was getting turned on to so I started kissing Ruby. First on her neck then moving down her tummy.

“Jane have you ever licked pussy?” Joe put his hand in the back of my head and started pushing my head down lower on Ruby till I was at her pussy.

“No, but I can try.”

Now Joe was rubbing Ruby’s boobs and they where kissing, deep long eskort kisses. Ruby was running her hand up and down Joe’s cock.

I had never been with a woman before so I wasn’t sure of what to do.

I started kissing Ruby’s thigh and she spread her legs wide for me.

I then moved between her legs. I rubbed her clit and slid my finger in her and with the other hand I held her outer lips wide open so I could run my whole mouth over her clit.

I herd her start to breathe hard and she started grinding her hips up to meet my mouth.

I flicked her clit with my tongue till I felt her cum and then I sucked on her clit. I started flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh my, are you sure you have never done this before?” Ruby was holding my head in place with her hand.

Joe had moved behind me and stared playing with my pussy. He was sliding his finger in and out of me and rubbing my clit. This was driving my crazy. The hotter I got the harder I sucked and licked Ruby’s clit I could feel her cumming again.

“Ooooooohh!” Ruby was hold on to the bed sheets with both hands and arching her back. “Aaaaahhhhh!’

“Ruby, fatih escort I have never heard you so loud.” Joe was so turned on by this I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing on my leg as he tried to get a better view.

After like the sixth time Ruby came she tried to pull away from me.

“Stop, stop, I can’t take any more. I don’t think I have ever cum so much at one time. Are you sure you have never been with and other woman before?”

As I moved away from Ruby Joe slid right in front of me. “How about me?”

I had his cock right in front of me. I took it and started licking the head and then sucked it in to my mouth. I sucked it in as far as I could then back to the head. With just the head in my mouth I flicked my tongue over the head and ran it around the head. I then started sucking his cock in and out of mouth. Faster and faster then I felt him start to throb and twitch and his cock got hard like a rock. Then Joe started cumming and I stopped sliding his cock in and out. I kept it in my mouth. Then when he was done cumming an I had the last of his cum I slid his cock deep in my mouth and back out till I made sure I got ever drop of cum out of it. Joe just lay there twitching. I could tell he was really turned on by seeing Ruby and me because he came so soon

“Oh shit I love the way you do that.”

I laid down between them and we all fell fast asleep.

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Finishing her creamy soup with a flourish of tongue and lips, Carmen cleansed her palate with strong, black coffee. She would have added a slender cigar to her meal’s finale, but as the cafe didn’t allow bad habits, she was forced to satisfy her cravings with caffeine and the crowd. The pair always stimulated her imagination, and she leaned back in her booth to observe the late afternoon diners, focusing on two women who had just taken stools at the counter.

The tallest had dark hair and was taking her pants to the limit. Though the woman was clearly a size fourteen, she had squeezed into jeans meant for a anorexic cheerleader. However, her weight was evenly distributed over her large frame, and if you liked an Amazon who could kick your boyfriend’s ass, this babe would get your heart pumping. Her friend was a lean, tanned blonde with high cheek bones and tight calves that suggested she went biking as regularly as her mother went hiking with Indians. Dressed in cutoffs and an old western shirt, she spun her stool from side to side like a child who found it hard to sit still.

“All done?” the waitress asked, swinging by the professor’s booth.

“Just beginning,” Carmen replied. “But you can take the trash.”

“And how was your soup?”

“Delicious! I even licked the bottom of the bowl!”

“Our chef will be delighted to hear that,” the young woman replied. “She lives to please others, and you’ll make her day. Would you like me to refill your cup?”

“Please,” the professor said, finding delicious irony in the girl’s phrasing.

“And can I bring you something for dessert?”

“I’ll think about it for awhile,” Carmen said. And this was exactly what she did, for with hot coffee and two Muses at the counter to inspire her, she was ready for a lusty stroll down Fantasy Lane. As always, she took along her favorite student.

The semester has ended and Sandy goes looking for a summer job. Although she’s smart and an excellent worker, the labor market is glutted, common in a college town. But being a determined woman, she walks the streets and knocks on many doors, filling out applications until her hand cramps. But even the minimum wage positions are denied her.

“It’s because of my age,” she convinces herself, flumping down on a bus stop bench with the newspaper’s want ads. “Now if I were twenty years younger like those two…” She stops her internal dialogue to listen to the conversation of the two girls passing by.

“I made $800 last Friday,” one claims. “And so could you! Your body’s better than mine, and all you’ve got to do is wriggle your ass and do a few lap dances.”

“But I don’t know if I could take off my clothes in public,” the other replies. “I mean, it would make me feel so…well, cheap!”

“At $100 an hour?”

And then they are out of earshot.

Sandy feels more frustrated and angry than ever. It doesn’t seem right that she’s virtually unemployable while uneducated bimbos can make scads of money dancing in gentlemen’s clubs. How much skill did it take to strut naked in heels in front of a lonely man? It was simply take it off and rake it in. Legal prostitution.

“What a hypocrite!” her inner voice intrudes. “If you’re going to beat the moral drum, better do it softly! And quit bitching about your age, for that’s not the problem, and you know it! Lots of men would love to see an older woman strip, and you’d probably make loads of money! So be honest! The only thing that’s holding you back is your stupid, false modesty!”

Ignoring the lecture, Sandy scans the want ads till a listing catches her eye.

Mature individual to manage video rental store.

No experience required. $15 hr.

“There’s got to be a catch,” she says to herself, tearing out the ad and quickly hopping on the bus before the driver can get cute. “Don’t be so negative,” her conscience scolds her as she takes a seat in the back. “It might be right up your line. Besides, how are you planning to pay your rent? By winning the lottery?”

Re-reading the ad, Sandy sees that the address is just a few blocks away. She tugs on the cord above her, reluctantly, and the bus rumbles to a stop. The female driver looks into her rear view mirror and snaps her gum impatiently. Her expression, half sneer and half leer, leaves an ambiguous impression on the redhead as she steps down onto the curb. Why does this woman always look at her so? And more doubts cloud Sandy’s brain when she sees an ‘Adults Only’ sign marking the entrance to the store she’s seeking.

She pauses outside the green-colored door to check the address. Unfortunately, it matches, and a groan escapes her lips. What should she do? The store’s windows are painted black, so she can’t peek in, and her mind concocts a lurid picture of orgies and police line-ups. Feeling jittery just being near such a place, she looks around as if she were being followed. Biting her lip, she thinks about leaving, but the bus now pulls away, the driver’s grinning face staring escort mecidiyeköy back at her in the side mirror. “Damn it! Go in!” her inner voice orders her. “What’s the worst that can happen? You’ve come this far, so at least check it out! Don’t be such a prude! You might even catch a thrill!”

Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the threshold. She expects the interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who’s reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn’t look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls. But a closer look reveals that the material is all X-rated, for naked breasts and butts adorn every cover. But most intriguing is a pulsing red light hanging over a dark alcove in the back of the store. A faint humming is heard within, along with the sound of a coin falling into a slot.

Sandy suddenly feels a pair of eyes examining her.

“Feel free to look around,” the owner says, setting an example by mentally removing her skirt and blouse. “If you need quarters, just ask. And please don’t remove the wrapping from the mags. If you do, you’ll be making a purchase.”

Sandy stammers that she’s there about the advertised job, pulling the torn ad from her purse as evidence. Drawing near the counter, she can’t help but notice all the dildos and vibrators arranged in neat rows behind the glass.

“Do you have any experience?” the man asks.

Sandy blushes, not sure what he means.

“Not a problem,” he shrugs. “The job’s pretty basic. And I’m willing to pay extra for someone who’s honest and dependable.” Not bothering to introduce himself or get up from his chair, he tosses her an application which falls to the floor. Moving behind the counter to retrieve it–and giving Sam a chance to peek down her blouse–she sees a VCR and a small television showing three naked women being naughty in the shower.

“The soap operas are getting racy,” Sandy comments, trying to show some wit.

But the owner isn’t looking for a scholar and doesn’t even grin. “If someone complains about a tape,” he goes on, “we check it out before refunding their money. The world is filled with fucking liars and and scumbags, and you can’t trust anybody.”

Sandy nods and keeps her eyes on the application. The form is simple to fill out, asking little more than her phone number and if she’s ever been in prison. She finishes it quickly and hands it back, not knowing where to direct her eyes. The owner coughs while looking over her entries and takes a drink from a bottle bearing a pharmacy label.

“Hell of a cold,” he says. And then adds, “When can you start, Sandy?”

“If I’m hired, you mean? Well, I guess–“

“How about today?”

“You mean…right now?”

“I’ll show you the ropes,” he informs her. “Then I’m going home to die. My name’s Sam, and you’ll be working under me. Everyone calls me Uncle Sam, so if anyone asks what you do for a living, just say you work for the government. Okay?”

Before Sandy can say she’d like to think about it, Sam tells her about the cash register and the code numbers and the rental slips and how to unjam the camera in booth and Dirty Harry who practically lives in booth

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and thirty other things that go in one ear and out the other. Convinced that she can handle it, he dismisses her fears with a sickly wave of his hand and staggers out the door leaving her alone.

Overloaded with details, Sandy tries to compose her thoughts, but the sexual scenery is everywhere and seems to leap off the walls. A police siren wails in the distance, and she imagines a goon squad crashing in and subjecting her to a strip-search on the sidewalk. Feeling dizzy, she collapses into Sam’s infected chair, but the plastic cocks in the display case make her head swim even more. And while trying to remember everything Sam told her, the front door swings open and two young women enter.

“Still thinking about dessert?”

“Excuse me?”

“Something sinfully sweet to munch on over coffee?” the waitress asks.

“I’m already working on a nice of piece of pie,” Carmen replied. “But you can fill me again, dear.” The professor crossed her legs and slipped her hand under the napkin covering her lap. This wasn’t her office, after all, but it did make it more exciting. Now where was she? Carmen sipped her coffee and studied the women at the counter before continuing her fantasy.

Sandy smiles nervously greeting her first customers. One is tall, solidly built, and has poured herself into her pants. Her companion. a raw-boned blonde clad in cutoffs, seems jumpy as if escort nişantaşı strung out on speed. They smile back at Sandy, showing no anxiety at being in a porn shop. After perusing the racks of videos and mags, they work their way to the back where they read the blurbs of the short films offered in the booths.

“Is
any good?” the tall woman calls out to the redhead.

“I…haven’t seen it,” Sandy confesses. “I just started working here today.”

“If we don’t like it, will you give us our quarters back?” the blonde asks.

“Sure,” Sandy agrees, making a hasty executive decision.

The women disappear into the darkness, and a second hum is heard–followed by derisive groans. Returning looking cheated, they mill around the counter like vagrants.

“Way too fakey,” the big woman in jeans says. “The babes looked bored and tired. I hate it when they just go through the motions. I mean, if you’re being paid to fuck on film, then you ought to put out like a pro. Right?”

Sandy doesn’t know how to reply, but she takes a few quarters from the till.

“What a sweetie pie,” the blonde says, flashing her green eyes at the redhead and leaning over the counter to inspect the dildos, asking, “Which is your favorite?”

Again, Sandy is speechless. She smiles awkwardly and shrugs.

“So you like them all, huh?” the blonde says, delighted in making the clerk blush.

“Pay no attention to Wendy,” her friend advises. “She was born in a barn like her mother. And it’s nice to see a woman in here for a change. Sam’s okay, but he’s still a guy.”

The Amazon introduces herself as Jean and trades small talk with Sandy while the blonde prowls the shelves. Apparently finding something spicy, Wendy asks if she can preview it. Before Sandy can give the go ahead, the blonde loads the tape into the VCR as if she does it all the time. She then sits on the armrest of Sandy’s chair and watches two women undress and fondle a third.

“She’s got great tits!” Wendy says. “Shit! They must be Z-cups!”

Jean goes behind the counter to take a look, but the action bores her. “I’ve seen it already,” she drones. “The titty-play gets me wet, but the fuck scenes are boring. And they only use a single dildo.” She turns her attention to a catalogue on the counter and rests her elbows on the glass while paging through it. In this pose, her denim-clad ass lies directly in Sandy’s view.

Wendy sees the cough syrup Sam has left behind and reads the label. “Good stuff!” she pronounces. “It’s got Codeine in it.” Smiling knowingly at Sandy, she says, “I bet this keeps you hot and horny! Mind if I take a hit?” Before Sandy can say it’s not hers, the blonde takes a big swig, shivers, and says, “Yeah!” Then she offers some to the redhead.

“No thanks. And it’s not mine, anyway. You see–“

“So you’re too good to drink with me, huh?” Wendy taunts. “Boy, you are an uppity bitch!” She says it jokingly and Sandy laughs with her, and when the blonde presses the bottle on her again, Sandy’s inner voice tells her to be more sociable. Thinking it might help calm her nerves, she takes a sip of the liquid narcotic.

The blonde’s eyes turn back to the video, but Sandy has trouble ignoring the butt looming in front of hers. Wendy misreads Sandy’s emotions and teases her about being more interested in Jean’s curves than those on the screen. The redhead immediately denies it, but Wendy goes after her like a prosecutor.

“You obviously like Jean’s ass,” she accuses. “So why not just admit it?”

“I do not!” Sandy insists, though her laughter weakens her defense.

Jean glances over her shoulder. “You don’t think I’ve got a nice ass?”

“I didn’t say that,” Sandy defends. “You’ve got a very nice ass. But–“

“She’d really like to kiss it!” Wendy assures her friend.

“I do not!” the redhead protests, pushing back when Wendy pushes her.

Jean ignores their spat and goes back to her catalogue, saying, “If she wants to kiss my ass, that’s fine with me.”

Since coaxing failed, the blonde resorts to force, playfully grabbing a fist full of red hair and pulling the head forward. “I know you want to!” Wendy says. “So now’s your chance!”

“She won’t give up until you do,” Jean sighs, long accustomed to Wendy’s ways.

Woozy from the Codeine and the wrestling match, Sandy surrenders and bestows the desired kiss. “Now are you happy?” she asks the blonde.

“That was too fakey!” Wendy complains. ‘I want to hear smacking sounds from your lips like you mean it! Now do it right this time!”

Wendy twists Sandy’s arm behind her back, and though the action is punctuated with giggles, the pain is genuine. Since her face is practically touching the bulging Levis, Sandy plays the good sport and delivers a noisy kiss.

“Both cheeks!” the blonde orders, escalating her demands while keeping her hold. “If you only do one, the other will get jealous!’

Sandy fights her captor escort topkapı with an exerted effort, but the blonde is superior in strength. Having no other recourse, she obeys–but does so with an exaggerated flourish.

“Don’t get smart with me!” Wendy teases, slapping Sandy as mock punishment. Sandy laughs in spite of the stinging pain, but the blonde proves serious about continuing her domination. “Admit it, slut! You love pleasuring another woman’s ass! And you wanted to kiss Jean’s fantastic butt the moment you laid eyes on her! Now confess!”

Sandy tries to deny it, but a sharp twist on her arm forces a laughing affirmative.

“Now do it with passion!” Wendy commands. “Right on her crack! That’s where you yearn to kiss her, so give in to your deepest desires!”

Unable to think or see clearly, Sandy yields to the pressure and kisses the seam. Watching with wicked eyes, Wendy orders her to make the kiss French. Since her arm is already aching, Sandy sticks out her tongue and drags it through the taut denim crotch.

“Mmmm!” Jean says without turning around. “Nice tongue! I felt that right through my pants! Make her do it again!”

Wendy pushes Sandy’s face into Jean’s butt as if trying to smother her. Jean pushes back, and the redhead starts gasping. It’s a reverse game of tug-o-war, and the rule book is tossed when Wendy goes after Sandy’s tits. Jean plays dirty herself, rolling her hips in erotic circles. The redhead squirms to evade the suffocating ass and the pinching fingers, but the blonde and her buddy won’t be denied. In resignation, Sandy quits struggling and lets the girls abuse her body.

After getting their fill, Jean goes back to her catalogue, and Wendy releases her prisoner. She laughs at the redhead’s flushed face while helping herself to more cough syrup. Sandy finds herself laughing, too. For the girls, though mean and nasty, obviously have no problems with their consciences, and she secretly admires their candor and lack of shame.

Apparently coming down with a cold herself, Wendy gulps the Codeine as if it were a Coke, but when she passes the bottle to Sandy, the redhead begs off. The blonde doesn’t like to drink alone, however, and after taking another hit, she grabs the redhead by her hair and pulls her close for a long syrupy kiss.

Everything’s going too fast for Sandy. She has yet to come to grips with the idea of working in a porn shop–much less being hired on the spot and left to run by herself. But combining that with the aggressive overtures of two sluts and the ingestion of a narcotic puts her somewhere between Cloud 9 and the Twilight Zone. Having lost all sense of time and space, she’s only aware of the warm lips pressed into her own. Though the sensation is far from unpleasant, it sets off an alarm in Sandy’s head, and she responds by fidgeting.

“Now stop that!” her conscience angrily intrudes, sending a jolt of pain into her gut. “This is something you should actively seek, not resist! Aren’t you always complaining about not being desirable? Well, this blonde wants you in the worst way, and so does her big friend! And an aging whore like you can’t be picky about her lovers! So quit playing the good girl and simply be yourself! Besides, these girls are experts who can teach you a lot! So study hard!”

Another jolt makes Sandy groan, and she nods her head furiously. Gauging her reaction as a sign of desire, Wendy turns up the heat, offering her tongue to the redhead. Sandy quickly fastens her lips around it and sucks till her cheeks indent.

Intrigued by the sounds coming behind her, Jean peeks over her shoulder like a suspicious chaperone at an all-girls’ camp. “Are you two making out behind my back?”

“What does it look like it?” Wendy mumbles, keeping her mouth glued to Sandy’s.

“It looks like a stacked redhead is going to get fisted by a sluttish blonde,” Jean replies, watching Wendy tug up Sandy’s skirt to get at her pussy. Always willing to help a friend, Jean starts unbuttoning the redhead’s blouse.

A stubborn surge of rebellion courses through Sandy, and she swats away the hands undressing her. “No!” she protests. “This isn’t right!” But remembering her harsh conscience she quickly adds, ” I mean…what if someone were to come in?”

Jean glares at her with authoritative eyes that say “Hush!” like a stern librarian. But the slap she gives Sandy is more reminiscent of a cruel Jell-O wrestler. Coupled with the blow, Jean’s dominant gaze silences further objections. And the long kiss that follows allows her to remove all of Sandy’s clothes without interference.

Wendy watches Jean play with Sandy’s tits, roughly, then she eagerly goes after the redhead’s bush. Delighted by its flaming color, she combs her fingers through the red curls and probes the sweaty slit. Her ears detect a chorus of pleas coming from the counter, each dildo begging to be put into service. Too soft-hearted to ignore their calls, the blonde selects a long black one with life-like veins to take the tour of the clerk’s pussy. After greasing the shaft with cough syrup, Wendy teases the clit with the head, and Sandy’s thighs part at the first touch. The blonde grabs her ankles and plants them high on the counter. Smiling devilishly at the now gaping hole, Wendy plunges the dildo into the moist darkness.

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