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   Betty at Her Peak: Townhouse Whore By Boondocker
(Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   The main character here appeared in the Stacy Lancaster story "Stacy's
first Swing".  In it, Betty was older and something of a recovering sex
addict.  This story is set perhaps fifteen years earlier when Betty was in
her early prime.

   All three spilled out of the cab in front of the townhouse.  The cabbie
was pissed off, even after Betty flashed him her tits.  What was his
problem?  It's not like either of the guys jizzed in the cab.  They were
only making out a little.  And they were way awesome tits.

   That reminded Betty.  She leaned back into the rear of the cab, looking
for her panties.  Baz pulled out his wallet and started tossing bills in
next to the driver while Mike was mesmerized by the way her ass looked in
the tight, short skirt.

   He started sliding a hand up under her dress.  Betty giggled and wiggled
her rear end.  When he started lifting the hem, she didn't stop him.  She
hung her thong loosely on the top of her head and braced her hands on the
seat.  When Mike ground the front of his jeans against her naked ass, as
she knew he would, she ground back on him.

   The dumb cabbie screamed at them again and let the car jerk forward a
couple inches.  Betty jumped up, knocking Mike back to fall flat on his
butt.

   The cab tore off, acceleration closing the back door.  Betty stood,
naked ass to the wind, looking down dumbly at Mike.  He looked a bit
confused but was staring at her well-groomed beaver.

   Baz slapped her ass.  She turned to him, grinning.  She grabbed his
collar and pulled his mouth to hers.  They kissed; a sloppy, drunk kiss. 
Baz was tall.  Skinny tall, like the rocker he claimed to be.  But Betty
was a big woman, nearly 6'2" in her fuck-me heels.

   Baz's hand was on her ass, fingers beginning to brush her steaming clam.
His touch made her suck hard on his tongue.

   It took Mike three tries to get to his feet.  When he did he just kind
of stared at the other two.  He was much shorter and a little thicker with
a black buzz cut and several days worth of thin beard.  "You're such a
fucking slut."

   Betty broke the kiss and looked at him, Baz's collar still held tightly.
"Do you know any other kind of slut?" she asked.  Releasing Baz, she
started click-clacking up the walk in her heels.  Her skirt was still
bunched up around her waist.  The big, firm globes of her sculpted ass
barely jiggled at all.  "Well come on, boys.  You can't wreck me up
standing out here.  Which of you said they wanted my ass first?" She
jangled through her keys as she went.

   It was sexy as hell and bad-ass at the same time.  The effect was not at
all marred by the red thong still draped over her big head of hair.

   Betty opened the door.  Her shoes clattered across the tiled vestibule
and she flipped on the lights in the living room.

   It was a nice place in a nice part of town.  Not huge but comfortable
and well furnished.  She looked around as the guys came in, Baz closing the
door.  "Thank god for maids," she said, turning to them.  "You wouldn't
believe what a slob I am." She started to run her hands through her hair,
preening before her admirers but she encountered her panties still atop her
head.  She held them in her hand a moment, looking at them in confusion. 
Then she laughed.  "Ha!  How long have those been there?"

   The two young men just watched.  In the cab, they both had gotten a good
feel of the little strip of cloth as well as the hot bush and lips under
it. They knew it was drenched in her girl-drool.

   Betty pulled her long, wavy hear back into a messy ponytail and wound
her thong around it to use as a scrunchy.

   "This will be a lot funner if you take your pants off, guys." She said
as she reached down to the bunched hem of her clinging pastel-lilac sheathe
and pulled it up past her amazing tits and off her head.

   Betty was a flawless goddess.  Twenty-two and built for sex.  Flared
hips, neat bush, tanned all over.  How she could have both that amazing
round ass and a flat stomach was something only god or a good geneticist
could answer.

   And then there was her massive chest.  Both guys just starred with their
mouths open.  Her crimson brazier held gallons of the most amazing tit
flesh they could ever imagine.

   She cupped her big udders and pouted.  "Come on.  You can't see my tits
till I see you dicks."

   Both men hastened to comply.  Whatever awkwardness there might have been
between them being exposed together simply didn't matter in the face of the
goddess's command.

   Betty appraised the results.  Mike and Baz were far from her best
catches.  But it was a Wednesday.  The pickings were always a little slim
on Wednesdays but she hadn't felt the touch and adoration of a man for
three whole days so she wasn't going to be picky.

   Besides, there were two of them.

   And also, they weren't the worst she'd ever pulled.  Both were hard, of
course.  The little guy wasn't really so little.  He looked to be a hefty 7
inches or more.  Emphasis on hefty.  She liked them thick like that.

   Baz she was a bit disappointed in, to be honest.  Both shorter and
thinner than his mate.  Hell, his best feature was probably his big, plush
lips.  They looked as kissable as her own.

   "Nice," she said to them both appreciatively.  She unsnapped her bra and
shrugged out of it.

   There is no word suitable to describe Betty's breasts other than
perfect. First, they were fully mature but stood out firm and proud.  They
always well overfilled DD cup bras.  The swell, the hang, the perfect tan.
And those fantastic gumdrop nipples that stood out darkly even against the
rich, sun-graced bronze of her skin.

   Her breasts were probably the most important thing in her life.  The
intensity of the gaze of every man that looked at them made her feel
powerful and needed.

   In a rush now, she closed on the two hapless males and wrapped a hand
behind each of their heads and pulled them down to her treasures.  "This is
what you want, right?" She asked breathlessly.  Each began to lick, kiss
and suck her proffered flesh.  "You want me.  You want my body.  You're
never going to forget the things we're about to do together."

   Mike growled into her right breast and ran a hand swiftly up her long
leg and into her dripping slit.  He roughly ran the blade of his hand along
her crease.

   "Oh yes.  Shit." Betty gasped.  She clung to both their heads and
squeezed her thighs around Mike's questing hand.

   Mike fought free of her grip and stood straight, fingers still
plundering her box.  He grabbed the back of her head and pulled it down to
his level.  He bit her lower lip.

   Betty moaned.  Mike chuckled as Baz continued to drown himself in her
tits.  "On the floor slut.  I'm going to rail you right now."

   Betty was much bigger than he but she wasn't exactly struggling against
his manhandling.  She was on her back on the plush carpet within seconds.
Mike got between her legs and pointed his fat cock at her gash.  Betty
reached out, took hold of his member and pulled him to her sex.  "Shove it
in now!"

   Baz stood forgotten for a moment as Mike shoved himself into the slut.

   Betty ooofed and sighed.  "Nice fucking cock.  Good cock for my slutty
cunt!"

   "God you feel so hot around me.  Bet this isn't the first time you've
been with two guys."

   Betty laughed as Mike urgently humped at her groin.  "Not even the first
time this month," she said.

   With the frisky cab ride and Betty's incandescent sexuality, Mike lasted
barely a minute.  When his movements took on the familiar raggedness of a
man near the end, Betty slid away from him and urged, "On my tits.  Please
jizz on my tits so I can feel it all."

   With a coughing roar, Mike heaved to his feet and jerked at his wet
cock. He blasted white lava all over Betty's tits and stomach.

   Betty laughed and played in the falling drops but even before Mike
finished shooting, Baz was between her legs, jabbing his thin cock at her
hole.

   "Ohh, so eager!" Betty said happily.  As Baz humped uncontrollably at
her wide gash, Betty beckoned Mike to bring his spent cock to her mouth for
further attention.

   Mike knelt beside her and she grabbed his ass with one hand, lifting her
mouth to his softly pulsing cock.  She tasted herself on him and it made
her mouth water.  In its semi-hard state, Betty could inhale it and bury
her nose in his groin.  She drooled all over his nuts while her tongue
wrestled with his organ.

   Betty could tell Mike would be ready for another round in very short
order.

   She was so distracted by Mike' yummy sausage that she didn't realize Baz
was ready to cum.  His cock was a comfortable snack for her eager pussy but
he wasn't exactly rocking her world.  He jerked and grunted inside her and
she felt the heat of his seamen splash within her chamber.

   She hadn't cum yet.  She hadn't expected to, really.  She knew both guys
would be on hair triggers and she'd have to wait for round two.  But she
still couldn't help being a little disappointed.  "It's kind of rude to cum
in a lady without asking first." she pouted as she fisted Mike's gradually
growing erection.  Neither horndog could tell how serious she was.  "How
'bout you apologize with a little muff munching?" She spread her legs wider
for Baz.

   In a post-orgasmic daze, gooey cock softening between his legs, Baz
stared at the slut's slightly swollen beaver.  In the absence of any other
thoughts arising in his drunken and horny brain, he fell forward and buried
his entire face in her gash.

   Baz wasn't even fully aware he was eating his own creampie.

   "That's right, Big Boy.  Eat me up." She turned back to the rejuvenated
woody in her hand.

   Mike watched in fascinated disbelief as the bitch wrapped her lips
around his burning cock.  She was smiling up at him, lips wide around his
cock.  She took him deep.  His thickness filled the back of her throat and
she gagged once on about the last two inches.

   She just kept smiling up at him, one hand clinging to his ass.  She
jabbed him deep against the back of her throat again.  She squelched around
him but resisted the urge to gag.  Again and again, she jabbed him against
her face.

   The bitch was unreal.  All sense of restraint vanished from Mike's mind.
He sank both hands into her thick wavy hair and took over the jabbing.

   He skull fucked her.  Within seconds he beat her throat into submission
and slid the last inch into her head.  He held it there, grinding his pubes
against her face.

   The crazy bitch was still clinging to his ass, helping him to make her
take it.  Her eyes were watering and she was slobbering and struggling for
breath but he kept his raging cock buried in her throat for a good minute.
And she let him.

   It was only because her milking throat felt too good that he finally
pulled her off his sausage.  Betty gasped and coughed.  Then she laughed.
Not a little girl laugh.  Not an especially sexy laugh.  But a deep and
hungry laugh.  "I want it just like that in my pussy right now."

   She scrambled away, leaving Baz mid-lick.  She jumped onto the couch and
braced herself against the back.  "Right now, fucker.  Do it hard and don't
stop till I scream."

   Mike was there.  He slapped her ass hard one time, the crack ringing in
their ears.  Betty didn't flinch, she just growled and thrust her ass back.

   One broad, firm hip in one hand and his phlegm covered cock in another,
he entered her like a battering ram.

   She took it like she was born to have her pussy pounded.  "Oh yes! 
Pound it right through me you horny bastard!" she shouted.  She supported
herself against the couch with one hand while she stroked her clit.

   Mike was sure he had to be dreaming.  Real life was never this perfect.
Her tanned back was broad and powerful looking.  The mess of her hair tied
up with her pussy-scented thong begged to be pulled.  The firm globes of
her ass surged and flexed under his grip like the essence of life itself.

   And her tight, dripping cunt felt like heaven and hell got together to
make a baby and name it Sex.

   Betty met Mike stoke for stoke, fucking in perfect time with his hunger.
She came, loud and demanding.  "Yes!  Yeah baby, that's it.  Make your
fucking whore cream!  Just like that."

   It's a damn good thing she climaxed because despite already emptying his
load once, Mike was rapidly reaching the point of no return.  "I'm gonna
cum again!" he grunted.

   "Fine." said Betty breathlessly, still feeling the burn of climax.  "I
want it on my ass!  Cover my ass in cum baby."

   Mike pounded her several more times before squeezing his cock tight and
pulling loose from her wild hole.  Laughing maniacally he shot his cream
all over her ass and back.  While he came, Betty shoved half her hand back
up her cunt and vigorously frigged herself through the last moments of her
own orgasm.

   Baz watched, stroking his hard cock.  As Mike fell into a deeply
cushioned chair, Betty turned back to Baz.  She stared at his underwhelming
manhood for a moment before standing.  "Stay right there, I'll be back in a
sec."

   Both men loved watching her leave, still in heels, spunk dripping all
down her backside.

   She returned almost immediately with a good-sized rubber dong in her
hand.  "You want my ass baby?" she said, looking right at Baz.  She held
eye contact as she arranged herself on the end of the couch.  She lay back
on the couch with her hips raised high on the arm.  Still staring at Baz,
she lewdly spread her legs wide.

   Her trimmed but soaking beaver gaped noticeably.  She briefly played
with her pink cunt folds, hissing, "Oh, it's so sensitive right now." And
then her fingers began to delicately trace around her puckered browneye. 
"Hmmmm, let me get my little butt-hole ready for you," she said in her most
sultry voice.  Baz had to stop touching himself or he would cum just from
watching.

   With a bit of slickness from her temporarily satisfied pussy she very
slowly worked one finger into her other hole.  Her hips wiggled as she went
deeper.  "Baz baby, my ass really wants you." A second finger massaged her
anal ring and then began to infiltrate next to its sister.

   With a look of complete depravity, she pursed her lips and kissed the
fat dildo in her other hand.  She slid it past her lips and slathered it
with her tongue.

   When she had two fingers sunk all the way into her ass, she made herself
choke on the dildo, taking half of it in and jabbing it against her throat.
She slobbered all over it.

   When she pulled it from her mouth, she spread her legs even wider,
extending them above her head.  Then she sank the big fake cock into her
cunt.  "Oh god, that feels amazing!"

   The bitch looked at Baz and slowly pulled her fingers from her ass and
ground the base of the dildo into her mound.  "Your turn honey.  My ass
needs you inside me right now."

   As if hypnotized, Baz stepped up beside the couch.  He looked down at
the spread of carnality between her legs...  bulging cunt wrapped around a
thick rubber cock and a soft, glistening rosebud beneath.

   Cock in hand, he stabbed forward and sunk into her tight, buttery rear
passage.  Their resulting moans sounded almost identical.

   "Do you love being dirty as much as I do?" Betty asked as Baz began to
fuck her ass.

   ***

   Behind the townhouse was a well-lit alley lined by garages and small
gardens and patios.  The door to Betty's garage opened itself as a sleek
black car turned into the ally.  It pulled into the garage and the door
lowered behind it.

   ***

   Betty writhed on the couch.  She turned over and lay with her stomach
across the arm.  One arm was pinned beneath her, working the dildo into her
gooey gash.  Baz's hands were clawing at her ass as he jack-rabbited into
her hot anal cavity over and over again.

   "When you cum, I want it inside.  Fill my ass up, baby!"

   ***

   No one heard the back door off the kitchen open.

   ***

   "God you whore.  Take it.  Take it all in your slutty ass." Baz was
whispering as the moment of truth approached.

   At the moment he flooded the slut's ass with his jizz, the kitchen light
went on.  They didn't notice that either.  Mike was mesmerized, hand
beating his once again rising cock while he watched his friend assfuck the
bimbo.  He was trying to think of what he wanted to do to her next.  He
knew it would involve those fantastic tits that were at that moment
dangling beneath her chest like delicious punching bags.

   Baz held himself deep inside Betty's ass as she wrung the sperm from his
body.

   "You god damn bitch, what the fuck is going on here?" a voice roared.

   The three naked revelers froze.  Betty whipped her head around to stare
at the man emerging from the kitchen.  "Ken!  You said you weren't coming
back till Friday!"

   Baz slumped against the side of the couch, his cock limp between his
legs and his eyes wide with confusion.

   "You fucking slut!" The man yelled again.  "Fucking around behind my
back was not part of the deal!"

   Betty slid off the couch and got to her feet.  She was still wearing her
heels but she had no problem hustling over to the angry man.  "Oh baby, I'm
so glad you're here," she said, trying to draw his attention away from the
other men.

   Her free-flying tits and sultry voice just about did the trick.

   The man was a bit under six foot and was wearing a long wool business
coat.  His carefully parted, short brown hair was immaculate as was his
short but full beard.  He looked to be over forty.

   Betty was all over him in the blink of an eye.  She ran her hands inside
his coat and held him close, pressing her hot breasts to his chest.  "I've
missed you so much.  You know how horny I get when you're away." She kissed
him, forcing her tongue between his lips.

   When a naked sex goddess throws herself at you, there's not much a
person can do other than grab her and kiss her back.  Betty ground herself
against Ken's groin.  He buried a hand in soft tit flesh and in her hair
and kissed her back.

   When they parted, Ken was out of breath.  Betty didn't waste a second.
She smoothly pushed his coat off his shoulders and let it fall to the
floor. Then she slid herself down his body to kneel and unfasten his
slacks.

   Baz quietly got dressed and headed for the door.  Mike stayed planted.
He had no idea what was going to happen but he was still horny.  The guy
looked like an executive or something.  Trim, not much more than average
hight...  he didn't scare Mike.  He decided he wasn't leaving until he got
another piece of Betty.  But he could wait a minute or two to see how
things were going to go down.

   Baz was out the door by the time Betty freed Ken's rising cock and
swallowed it whole.  She stared up at him with big eyes while she blew him.

   The townhouse was his.  Betty just worked as a lobby receptionist in a
big downtown building.  She was literally just eye candy, letting others
handle all but the most mundane badge checking and direction giving.  She
didn't make anywhere near enough to live the lifestyle she desired.

   But at twenty-two, Betty was already a veteran of getting men to buy her
things.  Things like this killer townhouse, complete with maid service. 
She hadn't gotten Ken to spring for a nice car yet but there were two more
power-suit types in the building she worked at that she was just about
ready to add to her sugar-daddy stable.

   She released Ken's cock.  It was a slender six incher and it was ready
for business.  But Betty needed to really pour on the slut after getting
caught.  She had kind of led Ken to believe they were exclusive.

   "Sorry I've been a bad girl, baby," she said.  "But I just missed you so
much and it was going to be two more whole days!"

   "So you start bringing men to the place I pay for to fuck?  Stupid
bitch, I should throw you out on your ass right this second!" Betty had
backed him down of his murderous rage but he was not yet in a forgiving
mood.

   She pouted at him and stood slowly.  "Wouldn't you rather spank my ass
than throw it out?" she asked and pinched one of her nipples lightly.

   Ken slowly stepped out of his pants, glaring sternly at her.  He glanced
briefly at Mike standing naked in one corner.  Looked around and didn't see
the other one.  "Did you already fuck her?" He asked Mike.

   "Yeah man.  She picked us up at a bar and gave it up really quick." He
wasn't in the mood to do Betty any favors.

   Betty ignored him.  To acknowledge what he said wasn't going to help. 
She kept her focus on Ken.  "See baby, when you were gone I needed two guys
to get the job done."

   Ken sighed and rolled his eyes.  "Don't fucking bullshit me, Betty.  I
know you're a slut but I thought we had a deal."

   She didn't answer for a moment.  When she did her voice was very quiet.
"I never actually said we'd be exclusive.  You just kind of assumed that
getting me the townhouse meant you own me."

   For a split second, Betty thought Ken was going to slap her.  She tensed
up, ready to fight (determined to kick his ass if he did) but the hand
flying toward her head instead wrapped around the back of her skull,
fingers entwined in her hair.  Without a word, he manhandled her to the
coffee table and forced her to her knees.  Dumbly, she bent over.

   There was a long moment of tension and then a rifle-crack reverberated
off the living room walls.

   Ken's hand stung from the blow.  A vivid pink print appeared on Betty's
left buttock.  A second later another slap just as loud left another on her
right.

   "Fuck!" Betty shouted.  Really it hadn't hurt very much but she thought
she should play along.  She had offered to let him spank her; this she was
willing to take.

   "What are you, girl?" Ken snarled.  He laid another one across her ass.

   She didn't know what he wanted to hear so she had to guess.  "Yours!"

   He laughed nastily.  "Obviously you aren't.  What are you really?"
Whapp!

   "A slut!" She cried.  ~Eventually the spanking might actually start to
hurt~, she thought to herself.

   "You're a big, dirty slut.  Yes.  What else are you?" Whapp!

   "A whore," she said.  It's only the truth, after all.

   "Yes, you whore yourself out, don't you bitch!" Ken rained blows down on
Betty's ass several more times.  "These guys probably bought you a couple
drinks and owned your cunt for the night, right?" Then he stood back,
breathing hard.

   Wearing only socks and his dress shirt, Ken looked at Betty's pink ass.
It was a fantastic ass.  He'd explored every inch of it and had never found
a single flaw.  He hadn't believed his luck when Betty had started dating
him.  He had been faithful to his wife before Betty started paying
attention to him.

   As great as her ass was, her tits were even better.  And Ken knew that
she treasured them just as much as any of the men around her.

   "Stand up," he commanded.  As Betty did so he pointed to the middle of
the room.  Once positioned he told her, "Put your hands behind your back."

   When she did so he dug his hand between her legs and felt her snatch. 
She was still wet and also a bit loose.  He spread the damp from her pussy
across her tits.

   Each of her tanned beauties took two hands to properly support.  As he
fondled her warm pillows, Ken recalled the hours and hours he'd spent
watching her wander around the townhouse in nothing but a pair of panties.
The way her chest swayed with every step, how little shock waves would
travel across them when he gave them gentle little slaps.

   Even now, her dusky nipples were hardening beneath his ministrations. 
Her hands remained behind her back as commanded.  She looked him calmly in
the eye.  No pleading, no demands, no arrogance.  Just offering herself to
him.

   Betty was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him.  When
away from her, he was ashamed of himself.  Disgusted.  Not only was he
cheating on his wife, the big-breasted bimbo was costing him a small
fortune.  He could afford the townhouse and the extra flights and the
expensive dinners but hiding the expenditures was becoming more and more
difficult.

   And there was no love between them.  Not even the slightest pretense. 
She was at his beck and call but clearly not truly his.

   Betty had betrayed him.  She had shown a complete lack of respect by
inviting other men into this house.  Despite the realist view he'd thought
he had about their relationship, he thought there was a baseline of minimal
respect to it.  Now he knew there wasn't.

   But none of that mattered.  She genuinely had the body of a goddess. 
Lush in the very best sense of the word.  Killer curves on a hard core. 
And all wrapped around an utterly shameless, uninhibited mind.  Slut,
bimbo, whore, mistress, slave.  She'd accept all of these with a smile on
her face.

   He couldn't lose her.  He couldn't let go.  He was addicted to the raw
depravity he expressed when with her.

   So, this would not be the end.  She would remain in the house he paid
for.  She would continue to be at his beck and call but would never be his.

   Very well.  But his acceptance didn't have to come without a price.

   He looked at the naked man, the trespasser.  "You.  You got a dollar?"

   Mike didn't understand the question.  "Huh?"

   Ken approached him with a hand out.  "You gotta pay if you're going to
fuck my whore.  Do you have a dollar?"

   Betty stood calmly, hands behind her back.

   Mike figured whatever the two had going was none of his business but he
was sure as hell going to get another piece of that amazing ass.  "Sure, I
got a dollar." He found his pants and dug for his wallet.

   Ken moved back to stand in front of Betty, hand still out.  Mike found a
single.  He walked back over, one hand stroking his cock back to full
hardness.  He stared at Betty as he approached, admiring her body yet
again. Her posture strained slightly under his gaze.  He crumpled the bill
before placing it in Ken's hand.

   Ken made a fist around the money.  "Okay, he's all paid up.  Show us
what great big whore you are."

   Betty looked down at Mike's hard cock.  When he roughly grabbed the back
of her head, she fell obediently to her knees.  Her mouth watered and it
was the most natural thing in the world for her to open it and await the
inevitable.

   Mike buried his thick cock in the back of her throat in a swift move
just short of brutal.  She coughed and half-swallowed around his girt but
she did not gag.

   She knew Ken was watching.  She could see him stroke his cock out of the
corner of her eye.

   She held on to Mike's hips as he skull-fucked her.  She moaned, the
sound rough, punctuated by his jabs.  She squeezed her thighs together and
tried to work her juicing cunt.

   It was such an amazing turn on to be used.  Her body and her
shamelessness made men into animals; that was her one value in the world.
Why did people always use the term "sex object" with such disdain?  That
was pretty much her sole identity and Betty wouldn't have it any other way.

   But....  Earlier that evening, when it had just been a boring Wednesday
and she was home alone, it was the dark and desperate knowledge that she
had nothing else going for her, that being an object of sexual desire was
her only commodity in life that had driven her out to the bars to get drunk
and find the physical admiration she needed.  It was a vicious circle.  The
more she became aware of how little there was to Betty, the more she sought
to indulge and demonstrate her only role in the world.  To validate her
existence.

   Pride and shame had become indistinguishable to the self-avowed whore.

   She closed her eyes.  She throat-fucked the fat cock until drool and
phlegm ran down her chin and onto her big tits.  Her hands spread the slick
mess all over her treasures.  Mindlessly, her hips ground on nothing, her
pussy mad with lust.

   "Jesus Christ, the crazy slut loves this!" Mike said.  The woman looked
up at him and smiled around his dick.  She grabbed his hips and held him
hard to her face.  She buried her nose in his groin and massaged the tip of
his cock with her accommodating throat.  When her tongue started caressing
his balls, he thought she was about to swallow his entire body.

   When she pulled him out, he was covered in the slickness of her throat,
gelatinous ropes of drool hanging from his rod and her face.  "Do you want
my cunt now, or are you going to fuck my slutty ass?" She turned to Ken. 
With one hand on Mike, she wrapped the other dripping hand around Ken's
slightly smaller member.  "No reason to wait, pimp-daddy." she continued,
running her slick hand down past the base to palm his hairy balls and
scratch at his taint.  "The truth is out.  All I want is as many dicks
inside me as I can get."

   Ken grabbed her arm and twisted it.  Her newly christened pimp-daddy
pinned her arm to her back and then dropped to his own knees behind her. 
He forced her posture straight with the leverage of his hold on her.  She
didn't struggle.  It was so much more fun to be submissive.

   "Grab those big fuck bags for the man.  He's going to tit-fuck you now."
Ken grated into her ear.

   Micheal was only too happy to oblige.  The entire night he'd been
waiting to slide in between those divine gifts.  She lifted up her tits and
licked her lips.  Mike's lust-maddened gaze made her heart pound.  She
could feel Ken's burning steel club greasing a path along her butt crack...
thinking what he was likely to do to her next made her shudder very close
to orgasm.

   There was plenty of lube all over her chest and Mike's cock.  He sat on
the coffee table with his legs spread wide.  His erect cock brushed her
tanned breasts.  He teased it back and forth between her hard, cherry-like
nipples.

   She bent forward to lick his helmet one last time.  Then he took hold of
her tits alongside her own hands and slid into her baby-soft cleavage.  "Oh
fuck, unbelievable."

   Four hands were just about right to handle her bounty.  Mike stared down
in rapture as he slowly fucked heaven.

   That's when Ken locked the tip of his cock on to Betty's not-so-tight
sphincter and slid home into her rear passage.

   Betty reared up, squeezing her tits intensely around one nice piece of
meat while her ass began to milk another.  Ken gripped her neck and hip as
he repeatedly drove his angry cock into his whore.

   "What a fucking slut," Mike muttered.  She held his eyes while she spit
more lubrication onto his very happy dick.  "I told you, that's the only
kind of slut there is," she said, her voice only slightly strained by the
hand on her neck.

   To round out her stimulation, Betty used one hand on her pussy.  Ken
moved his hand from her neck to grab the partially abandoned tit.  The two
men's hands touched, both cradling her bounty.  It didn't seem strange at
all.  Only fucking the slut mattered.

   Betty's head went back limply.  She had three fingers in her pussy and
her clit was rubbing the heel of her hand.  She was close.

   Ken fucked her from behind harder and harder.  Her ass burned
wonderfully.  She was surrounded and penetrated by man and that's was
exactly where she belonged.

   Ken couldn't hold back any longer.  He yanked his club from the slut's
ass and pumped briefly before erupting all over her ass and back.  He
smeared it across her backside with his cock as it dribbled and throbbed.

   The shower of heat over her skin brought her to climax.  Mike watched
her go stiff and quiet.  Her cleavage felt wonderful but after already
cumming twice, it wasn't quite enough to finish him.  But her gaping mouth
was right there.

   Betty was still cumming when Mike took her thick hair in both hands and
pulled her head down onto his spear.  His thick sausage filled her mouth
and invaded her throat.  Betty gagged but didn't resist.  Mindless from her
climax, she worked his cock with her throat, instinctively deep throating
him to the root.

   Mike held her there against his groin, working her throat with small
movements, jacking himself off with her head.

   When Betty had regained half of her senses she grabbed Mike's ass and
held him tightly to her face.  Her eyes watered and she struggled to
breathe through her nose as she milked him.

   Mike just about tore half her hair out when he came, seed pumping
directly down her esophagus.  Betty made swallowing motions, milking his
dick still harder, draining the man completely.

   She held him in her mouth until he began to soften.  She slurped noisily
and she slowly released him, lips wiping him clean as she went.

   Mike slumped on the coffee table.  Betty turned to look at Ken, now on
the floor leaning against the couch.

   He watched half in a daze as Betty crawled the couple of feet over to
him.  Her hand caressed his soft, soiled dick as she straddled one of his
legs and brought her face to his.  "I'm so glad you're home, baby.  You
fuck my ass so good.  You're so good to me in every way." She was
whispering, gazing into his eyes with a devotion he did not believe she
felt but it was very hard to care about her sincerity as she licked his
gums and briefly bit his bottom lip.  He felt her soaking pussy lips on his
leg and the hard points of her nipples against his chest.

   "You can stay the night, right baby?  I bet you have a lot more yummy
cream saved up for me," she said and then resumed soul-kissing him.  His
lips and teeth parted for her this time, tongue sliding against hers
eagerly.

   It didn't matter that she was a slut and a whore.  Hell, he was a
cheating dog.  As long as he got his share of her ass (and cunt and tits
and filthy mouth), he'd do what he had to to keep her.

   She rose gracefully.  He just watched her move, still unable to believe
his luck in having her, bought or not.  Her hair was tussled and her heavy
chest thrust majestically, glistening from being fucked.  Ken's cock
stirred.  It knew there was more to come from this depraved creature.

   She turned and strode slowly toward the hall.  His own spunk marked her
lower back and perfect ass.  Her hips swayed and cheeks jiggled just the
slightest bit.  Another pulse of blood thumped into his manhood.  She
glanced back at him in invitation.  "Come scrub my back?"

   Ken was shaky getting to his feet.  He watched her disappear down the
hallway into her bedroom.  He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his socks
as he faintly heard the water start.

   Totally naked, he followed the inviting sound.

   Mike sat quiet and alone in the living room, naked.  He'd watched her
just as closely as Ken and was just as drawn to her.  But he knew he would
need a fair amount of recovery time.

   He realized that the strange couple had all but forgotten him but he
didn't feel any urge to leave.

   He wanted to fuck that slut again.  He hadn't had her ass yet.

   *****

   The townhouse had a spacious master bath featuring a dual-headed shower
stall.  Ken ordered his mistress in.  "Wash them off, whore.  I don't want
to smell those men on you."

   She complied, standing under the jets.  She let it soak her hair.  It
cascaded down her curves and sprayed off her perfect, sun-blessed skin.

   She did not cower or submit.  She felt no shame.  She watched Ken watch
her as she began to soap her body.  Her heavy tits, the flat expanse of her
stomach.  She rested one foot on the faucet and soaped her shapely leg.

   Ken stared, stroking himself without thought.  She was a goddess.  A
perfect specimen of sexuality, both physical and mental.  Shameless,
confident and gorgeous.

   Betty decided when she was clean enough.  She ran her hands through her
soaking mane while posing for her sugar-daddy.  She supposed that now he
was her pimp as well.

   The thought made her momentarily light-headed.  To blatantly trade her
body and the pleasures it could give was satisfying in ways she couldn't
put into words.  It simply felt right, like a fate fulfilled.  While it had
been a joke or playacting, the truth was she was willing to let Ken or
nearly anyone take nearly anything they wanted from her.

   She knew that was her place in the world.  To be a sex object.  To
command the devoted attention of every man that saw her.

   Betty squeezed her luxurious amber tresses into a wet plate behind her
neck and stepped out of the shower.  Without a word, without touching a
towel, she turned and walked into the master bedroom.

   Ken followed, absolutely mesmerized.  His cock was ready to jump off his
body and impale this vision of lust.

   Betty crawled onto her bed knowing her freshly-fucked ass and swollen
pussy would be exposed.  She spread her legs, pushed back her ass and
spread her cheeks apart with her hands.

   Ken saw her anus wink and knew the glistening moisture in her slit
wasn't from the shower.

   His cock had never felt harder or larger.  He let it lead him right into
her volcanic cunt.  He slapped her ass hard as he bottomed out.

   Betty's eye's fluttered and she moaned with pleasure.  "Take me hard,
pimp-daddy." Her hips twisted and she pressed back against him.  "Wear all
my naughty holes out."

   He tried.  But the truth was there was never any chance.  The siren's
body had served and satisfied three men that night and if given the chance,
would gladly welcome a dozen more.

   The thought of doing just that, of fucking and sucking and serving men
by the handful, made Betty climax all over Ken's lone invader.

   "Don't stop, stud," she panted.  "just keep making me cum with that
fantastic cock."

   When he inevitably tired and slowed, she pulled him the rest of the way
onto the bed and mounted him.  As she did so, she saw Mike standing in the
bedroom doorway, watching them.  Seeing him there, knowing he still wanted
her made her tits feel tight.  Her head pounded to the beat of her speeding
heart.

   She sank down on her sugar-daddy's cock with a long, theatrical moan. 
She ground her self on him while staring into Mike's eyes.  She mouthed the
words, *watch me fuck*.  Aloud she said.  "Oh god, I just can't get enough
cock.  Please, promise we'll fuck all night, baby." She bent down, tearing
her eyes away from the naked man in the doorway, and kissed Ken deeply. 
Her tongue tried to twist around his, curling and sliding aggressively.

   She gound and humped on top of him and very nearly devoured the
delirious man whole.

   Mike just stood in awe while his thick cock drooled a steady stream of
pre-cum.  It was better than any porn he'd ever seen.  Betty's body was the
lushest, most sinful version of the female form it was possible to imagine.

   And the way she moved channeled the deepest animal hunger.

   Mike's heart was pounding so hard it was painful.  Even though the
shameless whore was fucking another man, she was watching Mike while she
did it.  That's what made it hotter than the best porn.  It felt like she
was doing it just for him and he knew with absolute certainty that soon,
she would finish with Ken and direct the full force of her lust back at the
nearest hard cock.

   Time meant nothing.  No one knew how long Ken lasted.  It wasn't quick
but ultimately, his balls emptied into Betty's pumping cunt.  She came all
over him as he did so.  She cried and panted.  "Oh yes, that's it.  All
your fucking cum inside me."

   She lingered atop her man for a time, still gently rocking on his
dwindling pole.  Every part of his body was limp by the time she finally
rolled off him and got to her feet.

   She didn't stagger.  She was breathing deeply but steadily.  Mike
watched the rise and fall of her massive tits avidly while she paused
beside the bed for a moment.

   Then she stalked toward him.  Without a word, she passed by, taking hold
of his iron cock and pulling him along with her, Ken seemingly forgotten
and perhaps unconscious.

   In the living room, the statuesque goddess of debauchery looked down and
the stocky, thickly hung man.  "You got another dollar?"

   He struggled to retain his dignity and managed to not quite scamper to
his discarded pants.  Rushing back, he handed Betty another crumpled
dollar. She tossed it over her shoulder toward the bedroom hallway.  "Well,
now I guess you own me."

   She sank back across the couch arm again and raised her legs, presenting
herself.  "I saw you watching my ass.  I know what you want." She held his
gaze while slowly sinking a single finger into her recently fucked anus. 
"Don't worry, I'm still plenty tight enough for your fat fucker."

   Mike yanked one of her legs up to his shoulder and shoved his cock up
her chute with a grunt and the meaty smack of her ass against his stomach.
"It won't still be tight when I'm done with it, whore."

   Betty laughed with joy.  She fed off Mike's mad, unbridled lust.  To be
wanted so badly was her only fulfillment in life and as she squeezed her
tits and wrapped her legs around the stud and climaxed, she felt no shame
in that.
   There was nothing more fulfilling than being filled.