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 The Sweet Slut in Training By DL Sloan Chapter Three: Hot Wheels

   Valarie and Nelson had sex three more times that night, napping in
between.  Valarie rode him once, took it doggy style another time and lay
back and spread her legs wide the third time.  She came once more, him
three times.  They both were wet and sticky and as happy as could be. 
Valarie didn't think she was falling in love with Nelson, but she sure
loved the fun they had together and the fact that he turned her on as much
as she did him.

   She wasn't sure she'd be as attracted to her date for Sunday, though. 
Travers was a nice looking man for his age and she respected the way he
handled himself and appreciated the way he treated her.  He was first-class
all the way.  But still, he was old enough to be her father.  "Or my
father's friend," she told herself, finding that much less creepy.  Still
after two fun-filled, sex-filled nights with Roy and Jim, she wondered how
Travers would be.  Boring?  Creepy?  Would she be able to get aroused for
him?  Should she fake it?  She knew she wasn't supposed to, but, wasn't
that better than the alternative?  Despite her worries, she woke up in a
great mood.

   Nelson helped her pick out an outfit to wear for Travers and promised to
have the remainder of the items spread evenly between her place and theirs,
so there would always be options wherever she was staying for the night.

   "Hmm, he said he was going to take you car shopping, so you'll want to
make a good impression on the sales guy, maybe get a good deal," Nelson
said, rummaging through her new wardrobe.  "We need something that shows
off your legs and ass - you can bend over the hood or pump the gas, give
him a little show.  Plus, Travers will love that.  He's always gone after
the leggy girls."

   Valarie made another note, telling herself to get on her computer and
start keeping a file on the guys, their likes and dislikes.  Like Nelson's
ear thing and Travers' leg thing.  She'd need every edge to keep them happy
and satisfied for a whole year.  At this pace, they'd be tired of her in a
week, she thought.

   "This is perfect for car-shopping," he said, holding up a tiny little
jumpsuit that was checkered black and white like a racing flag.  It was
full-sleeved and body tight, but the legs ended at the tops of her thighs.
A zipper ran from the neck line all the way down to her crotch.  Nelson
insisted she wear it with no bra or panties.  "It's so tight, it will
really show off your nipples and your pussy lips," he said.  "Plus, it
won't be really easy to get out of, even with the zipper, so we need to
make sure Travers can see or touch whatever he wants, when he wants."

   She wore black, thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots and silvery hoop
earrings from last night's banquet.

   "Damn, they might give you a car for free just for walking in looking
like that," Nelson said.  "Man, I wish you could be here one more day. 
It's going to be a long wait until Wednesday."

   "I'll see you tomorrow, Jim," she said.

   "Yeah, but tomorrow is your day off and Tuesday will just be, you know,
something quick in the office.  I'm talking about Wednesday, when we can
really have some fun."

   "I can't wait," Valarie said, kissing him on the mouth.

   She walked out the front door, finding the boots awkward she strode down
the walk to Travers, who was waiting in his BMW.

   "Well, that's certainly a fitting outfit for today," Travers smiled,
opening the door for her.  "I must say, I can't wait for a trip to victory
lane."

   Valarie giggled appropriately at his lame joke.  "Well, gentleman, start
your engine."

   "You seem bright and cheery this morning," Travers said.  "I was afraid
Nelson might have worn you out."

   "He tried," Valarie laughed.  "But don't worry, I'm in good shape.  I'm
100 percent and ready to go for you, sir."

   "Please, call me Bill," he said.  "The dealership doesn't open for a
couple more hours.  Have you had breakfast yet?"

   "No," Valarie said.  "But I'm starving."

   He took her to a small diner, not the upscale setting she expected from
him, but it was nice and charming in its own way.  The food was good and
the patrons, mostly older men more interested in talking sports and
drinking coffee than actually eating, certainly didn't seem to mind
Valarie's presence.  She heard them making several jokes amongst themselves
about taking her for a test drive, checking her oil with their dipstick and
getting a better look at her air bags.  The usual frat boy type of humor
that some men never seemed to tire of.  Valarie wasn't offended in the
least.  She found it cute and flattering and took it upon herself to give
them a treat - one she figured Travers would appreciate.  She excused
herself to go the restroom, which meant walking past the group of regulars.
Or, in this case, it meant leaning over their table, her top unzipped to
her navel, and asking them if they knew where the restroom was.  Some were
too awestruck to speak and those more aware stalled her, asking why she
needed to know, why she hadn't been here before, anything to keep her
leaning over in front of them.  She looked back over her shoulder and saw
Travers smiling as he watched.

   On the way back from the restroom, Valarie stopped at the old fashioned
juke box just outside the kitchen and found a song she recognized, though
she wasn't fully versed in American music.  She strode back to the table of
regulars, hands behind her back, pouty look on her face and asked, "Does
anyone have a quarter I could borrow?  I really want to hear this song."

   "Dance for us and it's yours," one of the men said, handing her a
quarter.

   "But of course," she smiled.  "I always dance to this song."

   She put the quarter in, waited for the rock ballad to come on and
started shaking her hips, swinging her arms and wiggling her ass to the
beat.  Slowly, she made her way back to Travers, reaching the table as the
song ended.  She looked back and saw every man looking at her, some of them
actually applauding her little show.  The big question was, did Travers
like it.  The smile on his face and the bulge in his pants told her he did.


   "Um, sir, I mean Bill," she whispered, leaning across the table toward
him.  "Is there something I can do to help you with that." She motioned
toward his crotch with her eyes.

   "Later," he assured her.  "Now, it's time to buy a car.  You can help me
with that.  I have a feeling we're going to get very good service."

   "I really can't believe you're going to buy me a car," Valarie said.

   "Actually, we're not buying it," Travers said.  "We do some work with
the guy who owns this dealership.  To reduce some of his costs, we worked
out an arrangement where we would each lease a new car every year.  While
this one isn't part of the deal, I think they'll be willing to work with
us."

   They pulled into the lot and found that there were already a handful of
people doing some Sunday car shopping.  Everyone took note when Valarie got
out of the car, her flashy outfit and stunning looks drawing every eye from
the rows of high-end cars to her own set of hot wheels.

   Three eager salesmen scrambled toward them, eager not only for a
potential sale, but also the chance to get a closer look.  Travers stopped
them, holding his palm up, "Sorry boys, I deal only with Jacobs.  Could one
of you get him for us, please?"

   One of the men scurried away, nearly tripping as he looked back over his
shoulder at Valarie.  While they waited for Jacobs, Travers and Valarie
looked around the lot.  Valarie didn't really know or care much about cars
- this was Travers' deal all the way - so she resumed doing what she knew
was her job.  She leaned over the hood of the cars, looking at imaginary
dents or scratches.  She knelt down to peer in the window at the odometer
or to read the sticker in the window.  She opened a door and leaned in,
knowing her ass and legs were on display, sticking out of the vehicle.  She
knew Travers was watching the whole time and assumed some of the others in
the lot were too.

   As she stood up and closed the door, she turned and saw Travers and
another man shaking hands.  Jacobs.  He was younger than Travers, probably
in his early to mid 40s, balding with a bit of a beer belly.  He had a
friendly smile and firm handshake.

   "Pleasure to meet you, Valarie," he said.  "Bill tells me you need a
car. I think we can help you out."

   "Great, thank you so much," she said.

   "So, what are we looking for?" Jacobs asked.

   "I was thinking of something sporty, fast, sexy," Travers said. 
"Something that fits her.  She will occasionally be running errands for us
and, when she does, you can bet one of us is expecting her to arrive
quickly and take care of something right away."

   Valarie didn't know if Jacobs understood what Travers was saying, but
she sure did.  If he called her, all hot and bothered, he expected her to
be able to get to him quickly and take care of him.

   Jacobs nodded, his eyes quickly roving over her body, trying to be
discreet.  He showed them a few different cars before Travers selected one
for a test drive.  It was a sporty little convertible.  They put the top
down.  Travers got in the passenger seat, Jacobs rode in back and Valarie
drove.  It was a stick shift and her legs pumped as she shifted, both men
watching her smooth thighs and heeled boots work the pedals.

   "What do you think?" Travers asked after a few minutes.

   "I love it!" she said.  "It's amazing."

   "Well, I like it too, but do you mind if I drive for a few minutes?  I
need to make sure of one thing."

   They switched places and Travers stunned both Valarie and Jacobs by
pulling his cock out of his pants.  "Let's see if there's enough head
room," he said matter-of-factly, easing the car back into traffic.  Valarie
glanced back at Jacobs, who was slack jawed.  She smiled and bent over,
taking Travers' cock in her mouth.  She felt it harden and bobbed her head
up and down, working it into the back of her mouth.  She peeked back at
Jacobs again.  The man was wide-eyed and touching himself.  Valarie was
just working up a good rhythm and expecting Travers to put his hands on her
head and finish the job when he pulled over.

   "Jacobs," he said.  "You drive now.  We need to see if there's enough
room back there."

   "For what?" Jacobs asked, realizing instantly what a stupid question it
was.

   Valarie climbed in first, unzipping her jumpsuit all the way to her
crotch.  She laid down on the seat and found she couldn't fit.  From about
mid-calf down, her legs hung over the outside of the car.  As they drove
off, cars honked at the site of her sexy boots hanging out of the car with
Travers visible atop her.  It didn't take much imagination to guess what
was happening in that little back seat.

   Travers straddled her chest and she pressed her small, firm tits against
the sides of his cock.  He ran his cock back and forth over the smooth skin
between her breasts, rubbing the head over her nipples.  He put his cock in
her mouth, straddling her face, and she sucked diligently on the head and
licked his shaft.  He came quickly, pulling back and covering her face with
a load that he had clearly been saving up for a couple days.  It coated her
lips and nose and eyelids.

   He sat up and zipped his pants.  "Yep, plenty of room," he said.  "We'll
take it.  Let's just add it to our deal, OK?"

   "I, uh, don't know if I can do that," Jacobs said.

   "What will it take to convince you?" Travers asked.

   "Could I..."

   "No, you can't," Travers snapped, anticipating the question.  "But you
can jerk off on her, if you want.  OK with you, Val?"

   Valarie nodded, afraid to open her mouth and have the cum slide in. 
Travers hadn't told her to swallow it yet.

   "Hell yes, it's a deal," Jacobs said, looking at Valarie, her tight
body, her cum-covered face, her eyes sparkling behind jism-coated lashes.
He pulled over immediately and Travers took over the driving, taking them
back to the dealership.  Valarie lay in the back seat, Jacobs straddling
her chest now, his hand rubbing his cock just inches above her face.  He
was stroking it hard and fast and she wondered when the last time he'd had
sex was.  He sure was hard.

   The answer was obvious when his cum poured out in bucket loads all over
her face.  The poor man hadn't gotten off in quite some time.  A few days
ago, Valarie would have been disgusted by such an inordinate amount of the
creamy, sticky stuff on her face, but now, she felt more proud than
anything.  She had made two men very happy by doing little more than
dressing sexy, teasing and giving them a place to shoot their load.  All in
all, it seemed a fair price to pay for a car like this and Valarie was
pleased that she was keeping up her end of the bargain.  Everyone was
happy. No one was getting hurt.  It was fun and exciting.  Yes, this
lifestyle was crazy, but she was catching on and liking it a little more
every minute.

   Despite her growing acceptance of her role, Valarie still wanted to wipe
the cum off her face.  But she knew to wait for Travers' instructions.  Cum
was matted against her eyelashes and she felt it caked on her upper lip,
chin and cheeks.  She knew there was some in her hair and that the white
cream would practically glow in her dark locks.  She remained prone in the
backseat, afraid to sit up and have cum dripping down her body and whipping
in the wind as other cars drove by.

   Quietly pleased with herself and excited about the car, Valarie's
thoughts turned to the rest of the day, wondering what Travers would have
in mind and reminding herself to show extreme gratitude for the new car.

   She wondered what was going on when they pulled up to a corner ice cream
stand.  Now mid afternoon, it was a warm day and the stand, wisely located
near a park, was busy.

   "Come on," Travers said.  "Ice cream, my treat."

   "Can I..." Valarie stopped herself as Travers' hard eyes told her not to
even ask.  "Sounds great," she said, trying to put a happy tone in her
voice as she slowly raised up.  A couple globs of cum hung from her chin,
but most had already dried enough in the breezy convertible that it was
more sticky than runny.

   "You'll be fine," Travers said flatly.  "Coming Jacobs?"

   "Already did," Jacobs made a poor attempt at a joke, "but if she's going
to walk out there without wiping her face, I might need to again."

   "Well, just give us another car and it's a deal," Travers said, only
half-joking.

   The three of them walked up to the stand and got in line.  At first,
most of the onlookers were checking out Valarie's sexy attire.  Then when
they took a good look at her face, the giggling and pointing and comments
started.  The camera phones came out and people nudged their friends,
pointing to the gorgeous girl in the sexy outfit with white stuff all over
her face.  It sure looked like cum, and based on how she was dressed and
the two men she was with, it wasn't a big jump for most to guess what the
little slut had just done.

   Valarie felt the cum slowly oozing down her face.  A drop hung from one
of her hoop earrings.  She found it difficult to open her left eye, which
was well covered by cum.

   "You order first," Travers whispered to her, his arm around her waist,
both to help reassure her and to make sure everyone knew who she was with.
"All you ask for is a plastic spoon.  If they offer napkins, refuse.  Got
it?"

   "Yes, sir," she said softly back to him.  Her face burned with
humiliation, but she kept her head up.  She was not ashamed.

   "Can I just get a spoon, please?" Valarie asked the young clerk, a high
school boy on his summer job who just had been presented with the best
story ever to tell his buddies.  He didn't even ask if he could take a
picture before snapping open his cell phone and snapping one, focusing on
the bubble of cum clinging to her upper lip.

   "Sure, here you go," he grinned.  "Mind if I ask what you need it for?"

   The question caught Valarie off guard.  She didn't know what to say. 
"Um, uh..."

   "Never mind," the boy said.  "I can guess."

   Valarie turned to walk away, kicking herself for not having an answer.
She should have said something about teasing and clever about eating the
cream her friend had given her or about cleaning her face.  She knew that
was the sort of thing the guys were trying to teach her - to always be
thinking about teasing, showing off, giving off that sexy vibe in a
shockingly brazen or slutty way.  She was glad Travers hadn't heard her
stumble.  She didn't want to disappoint him.  She told herself she'd have
to do better.

   She waited patiently for Travers and Jacobs to get their ice cream and
was flattered that Travers bought her an ice cream cone.  "You can eat
this," he said, "right after you eat what's on your face." They all three
sat at a table in the courtyard area of the park and Valarie, aware that
all eyes were on her, carefully took the spoon and scooped it along her
cheek, gathering a half a spoonful of cum and putting it in her mouth.  The
bitter, salty taste never agreed with her and she tried to hide her
distaste, but Travers noticed.

   "Still not to your liking, huh?" he chuckled.

   "No, sir.  I'm sorry," she said.  "I'm sure I'll learn to like it."

   "It's OK," Travers assured her.  "I'm sure it doesn't taste good.  But I
like your spirit and attitude.  And the fact that you don't fake it or
pretend to like it, but you eat it anyway.  That's exactly what I expect
from you, and I didn't necessarily expect you to be able to do it so
quickly.  I'm impressed."

   "Thank you," Valarie said, tipping her head to one side and letting the
cum from the earring drip onto the spoon.

   "Now just because you're off to a good start doesn't mean we're going to
take it easy on you," Travers said with a grin.  "You're going to keep
eating a lot of cum, whether you like it or not.  I hope you do, for your
sake more than mine.  Of course, I'm going to enjoy trying to train you,
though.  In fact, tonight you are going to have another opportunity to
develop your taste for cum."

   "What's tonight?" she asked, intrigued but also a bit disappointed that
the central activity sounded like it would involve her ingestion of cum
rather than, say, getting fucked until she had another mind-blowing orgasm.
Their pleasure before mine, she reminded herself.  I'm here to please, not
be pleased.

   "I'll tell you later," Travers said.  "Looks like you got most of it. 
You may use this napkin to get the rest.  Leave it in your hair, though. 
That looks amazing."

   They sat and ate ice cream, the show dying down a bit now that the cum
was no longer evident on her face - only in her hair -- and the shock of
her outfit had worn off.  Guys still hung around, discreetly taking
pictures and staring at her mouth as it opened seductively and those
pretty, full lips wrapped around the creamy white ice cream, her tongue
darting out to lap up stray drips.  Valarie turned the simple act of eating
an ice cream cone into a virtually orgasmic experience for many men that
day.

   After they returned to the car dealership, Valarie followed Travers to
his house, driving her car by herself.  They drove out of the city into a
beautiful suburb about 15 minutes outside of town.  There, Travers had a
beautiful home right on a lake.

   As he was showing her around, he told her about his plans for the
evening.  "I've been playing poker with a bunch of buddies from way back in
my army days," Travers explained.  "Normally, we play on Saturday, but this
week we had to switch to Sunday.  I thought about canceling so I could be
with you, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go ahead
and have it.  Of course, I want to show you off and we'll find another
outfit that will help do that.  And, yes, I will probably fuck you in front
of them.  But I also thought it would be a good opportunity to have some
fun with your training to enjoy the taste of cum.  Don't worry, you're not
going to give blowjobs to everyone.  But, you are going to eat their cum."

   "Oh, my," Valarie said.  "Sir, I'm sorry, but I just don't know.  I
mean, I try... I just don't..."

   "Relax," Travers smiled.  "You remember when you were a child and you
had to take medicine and your mom would mix it with ice cream or mashed
potatoes or something to make it taste better?"

   "Sure, I always mixed it in my cereal," Valarie said.

   "Well, I can see that not liking the taste of cum is becoming an issue
for you - much more you than it is for us," Travers said.  "You want so
desperately to please us that you want to like it.  You're trying too hard,
thinking too much.  It needs to be less about the actual taste and more
about the experience, how having that cum explode in your mouth makes you
feel.  You need to equate it with good, positive thoughts that make you
happy.  If pleasing us makes you happy, know that us shooting cum in your
mouth is about the best thing there is in a man's world.  If feeling
naughty makes you happy, focus on that, the image of your mouth on a man's
cock, sucking on him, milking him dry.  See what I mean?"

   "I think so," Valarie said.  "Sort of like making the taste secondary, a
non-issue.  I want to taste your cum not because it tastes good but because
I like making you cum or because it makes me horny.  Something like that."

   "Exactly," Travers smiled.  "I can see why you got all A's.  You're an
excellent student."

   "So, where does the ice cream come in?"

   "Oh," Travers said.  "Well, like I said, I want you to associate tasting
and swallowing a man's cum with something positive, something pleasurable
for you.  So you're going to eat their cum with some of your favorite
foods. Whatever you like.  You can add it to ice cream, chips and dip, hot
dogs, soup, hot chocolate, whatever you want tonight.  I will probably
still feed it to you straight, but you won't have to lick or suck any other
cocks - they'll just jack off on whatever food you want and then you can
eat it."

   "That sounds like a really good way to do it," Valarie said, feeling
better about things.  "So, how many guys are we talking about?  And if I'm
not sucking them, how are they going to ... um, you know ... get off?"

   "There are five others besides me," Travers said.  "They're all about my
age, within five to six years, anyway.  And they will get off just by
looking at you, maybe touching you a bit, maybe you'll give a little show,
a little stroke with your hands for encouragement, but no sucking or
fucking."

   "All right," Valarie said.  "Whatever you say, sir."

   "You don't have to call me sir," he reminded her.

   "Oh yeah," she smiled.  "I was wondering if you'd mind if I called you
`Billy'."

   "Why Billy?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "You're just so professional and clean cut
all the time and Billy just sounds fun and playful... I guess that's a
silly idea, huh?"

   "Not at all," he said.  "I like being fun and playful.  I don't feel
old, but being with you makes me feel very young.  Call me Billy or
whatever you want.  I won't take offense, just like I know you won't take
offense when I call you my slut or bitch."

   "Of course not," Valarie said.  "I know you don't mean anything bad by
it.  I am your slut, your bitch, your cum receptacle, your little whore,
your sweet-to-eat and thrill-to-drill babe.  At your service, Billy boy."

   "You are amazing," he said, giving her ass a playful slap.  "Let's find
you a nice outfit for tonight, you naughty little tease.  How did that old
boyfriend of yours ever let you go, anyway?"

   "Well, I didn't act quite like this back then," Valarie said, realizing
that made it sound like years ago when in reality it had only been weeks.
What a different woman she had become already.  "So, I'm not sure he found
me the irresistible playmate you guys do."

   "All that aside," Travers said, his tone soft, genuine, "you're a
bright, fun, smart, talented young lady.  Women like you don't come along
every day.  Now add in the fact that you are becoming an incredible sex
object and, well, I just don't see how it happened."

   "He's doing just fine without me," Valarie said.  "I still care about
him, but just as a friend.  That's all we ever really were.  I wouldn't say
we were ever lovers.  I never thought we'd get married.  We just had a lot
in common and had some fun, but he had big dreams and a great opportunity
to pursue.  I miss his companionship - we could just sit and talk for hours
- but I don't miss him like a lost love.  Know what I mean?"

   "Sure," Travers said.  "I know we aren't exactly your friends yet.  I
mean, we've put sex way ahead of really getting to know you.  But I hope in
time you'll consider us your friends.  I really do.  I want you to be able
to have fun with us, even if it doesn't involve sex.  And I want you to be
able to trust us, talk to us, laugh and joke with us.  But you're doing it
the right way.  Get used to the submissive role first by not ever really
getting out of it.  I know it's hard to go from normal girl to always being
in the spotlight, always being viewed as a sex object.  Thinking that way,
moving that way, acting that way ... it's not second nature to you.  Not
yet anyway.  I think it will become that way and when it does, then you can
find that balance between being yourself and being a sex toy."

   "Yeah," Valarie said.  "I really have to think about it when I show off
for you ... bending a certain way or wearing my clothes a certain way.  I'm
not used to doing that.  I'm glad you understand.  That makes it easier.  I
don't want to mess up, but I feel better knowing you guys will be patient
with me."

   "Yes, for now at least," Travers said.  "But the longer we go, the
greater the expectations.  I'm sure you understand that.  And I feel safe
in speaking for my cohorts that the games and fun will only become more
extreme, more exciting and more demanding on you.  You won't be harmed in
any way, you have my word, but there is much more we can do than what
you've experienced so far."

   "I understand," Valarie said.  "At the same time, the past three days
have been so ... extreme ... to me, at least.  I can't imagine it getting
any crazier.  But I trust you guys to lead me, train me and help me become
what you want me to be."

   "Keep that attitude and you'll be fine," Travers said.

   The portion of Valarie's clothes that would stay at Travers house had
already been put in a spare walk-in closet.  Valarie was amazed that the
closet was filled.  She now had more clothes in four different locations
than she'd ever had in one place in her life.

   "Why don't you pick something out?" Travers said.  "I'm going to go down
and prepare the game room for tonight.  And I want to take a shower.  That
should give you plenty of time to find a good selection.  I trust your
judgment."

   "Thank you, sir, I mean, Billy," Valarie said.

   It didn't take her long to find the dress she was looking for.  She had
loved it when Coco picked it out for her.  Naughty and fun.  She thought it
was definitely appropriate for tonight.  She remembered that they had
purchased four different colors, so she wasn't surprised to find one of
them in Travers closet.

   She selected some shoes and a fun choker that seemed particularly
appropriate and laid everything out on the bed.  She heard Travers in the
shower now.  She stripped off her clothes and entered his bathroom, nude.
Slowly, she approached the clear glass shower door.  His back was turned as
he washed his hair.  She noticed his ass, which was fairly firm and
attractive for an older man.  Playfully, she pressed her naked body against
the glass, smashing her tits against it.  It was quite a site when he
turned around.

   "I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I joined you," Valarie said in sexy
high-pitched voice that made her sound bubbly and naïve.  "I've been a
dirty little girl and I could use a nice hot shower."

   "You have been very dirty," Travers agreed, pulling her into the shower
with him and closing the door.  "But something tells me a shower isn't
going to make you stop."

   "Something tells me you're right," Valarie giggled.  She wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed him.  "Thank you for the car, Billy," she
whispered softly in his ear, pressing her lips to his ear lobe, licking his
ear and his neck.

   "It is a very nice car," Travers said softly.

   "Sexy looking," Valarie mumbled, her teeth scraping against his neck. 
Her hands caressed his hairy chest.  His hands were on her hips, holding
her close.  She felt him grow hard against her belly and took his cock in
her wet, soapy hands, stroking it gently.

   He grabbed her wet breasts, letting his hands slide over them, cupping
them, brushing against her rubbery nipples.  She kissed his ear again, then
whispered, "I'm all yours, Billy, use me however you want."

   There was a small bench in the shower and Travers guided her too it.  He
turned her to face the wall, then put her right leg on the bench.  Now,
with her left foot flat on the shower floor and her right leg up on the
bench, she was spread and open to him.  He stood behind her, rubbing his
cock against her ass.  The warm water continued to spray over them.  That,
his pre-cum and her preheated pussy were more than enough lubrication to
let him slide right into her warm tunnel.  She placed her hands against the
wall, bracing herself as he pumped into her, her nipples brushing against
the slick tiled wall with each thrust.  He grabbed her hips and drove his
cock up into her, slapping her ass a few times.

   "Oh, that's a good little slut," he said lustily through gritted teeth.
"All wet and hot for me, weren't you?"

   "Oh yes, Billy," she cooed.  "I was so ready for you.  Make me your
little slut.  I can't wait for you to show me off to your friends."

   "Yeah, they haven't seen a hot little bitch like you before," he
groaned, his thrusts growing faster and deeper.  "Tight, juicy little piece
of ass."

   "It's all yours," she whimpered.  "Use me."

   "Exactly what you're made for," he said.  "Cock-sucking, cum-swallowing,
horny little cunt.  Oh, fuck that little pussy.  Yes!" He pounded her hard,
ramming her against the wall and pinning her there as his cum spilled into
her.  She kept rocking her hips, moving her ass against him, milking his
cock with her pussy.  She was hot herself, but not on the verge of orgasm,
not yet.  Travers didn't turn her on like Roy and Nelson.  She wasn't
repulsed by him in the least, but aroused, well, that was a different
matter.  She thought she could be, but it would take more time, more
intensity.  Maybe something would happen with the poker guys tonight.  If
not, it wasn't about her, she reminded herself.  What she had just done,
essentially, was her job.  And, judging by Travers smiling face, she had
done it quite well.

   After the shower, Valarie was finally free of cum on her face and hair
and felt clean, refreshed and energized.

   "Let me see what you picked out," Travers said.

   "Not until I put it on," she said coyly.  "Gotta see the total picture
to get the full effect, big boy."

   She grabbed her clothes and scurried into the walk-in closet.  When she
emerged, Travers merely nodded his head and smiled.  Mission accomplished.

   She had picked this one in particular because it seemed fun and playful
and it was game night, after all.  The outfit was meant to look like a
referee, a very naughty referee.  A black and white striped halter topped
criss-crossed across her breasts and wrapped around her back.  Its black
strings tied both around her neck and the middle of her back.  The top
ended at her rib cage with black straps criss-crossing across her midriff.
Her skirt was also black, a tiny 4-inch pleated garment that was more tease
than clothing, covering less than half her ass cheeks.  She wore black and
white striped bikini panties that tied in low bows on her hips and
thigh-high black-and-white striped leggings that looked like athletic tube
socks and were made of the same soft, stretchy material.

   She wore clear stilettos and giggled at the idea that her six-inch heels
were actually longer than her skirt.  The final touch, of which she was
especially proud given the theme Travers had already identified for the
night, was a black velvet choker with a rhinestone "I Love Cum" label
across her neck.  She even wore a whistle around her neck, playfully
blowing it.

   "That's not what I want you to blow," Travers said.  "But you can keep
practicing all you want.  Wow, that's a great outfit.  Perfect choice.  You
look amazing.  The guys are going to go crazy when they see you."

   "Thanks," Valarie blushed.  "I must say, clothes like these do make me
feel, well, sexy."

   "So, have you given any thoughts to what foods you want to eat with your
cum tonight?"

   "What do you guys usually eat?" Valarie asked.

   "Well, we usually have some chips and salsa or order a pizza or maybe
some wings," Travers said.  "It's not fancy - it's a guy thing, I guess."

   "I understand," Valarie said.  "Well, I might just try whatever you guys
have.  Do you need me to fix anything?"

   "You fixed what I needed in the shower," Travers said.  "No, whoever
hosts has no responsibility for the food.  The others bring food.  I'm sure
they'll have a good assortment for you to choose from."

   Travers told Valarie he wanted her to make a grand entrance.  He hadn't
told the guys about her, so she would be a huge surprise.  "They'll be here
in about 20 minutes.  So give us until 8:15, then come down to the
basement. By then, we'll be playing cards.  You can come in and ask if
anyone needs anything.  I'll be watching the jaws hit the floor."

   "You're silly," Valarie giggled.  She gave him a kiss and waited in his
room, taking advantage of the opportunity to get some rest.  Being a
full-time sex object took a lot of energy - the past few days had been
draining, both mentally and physically.

   Promptly at 8:15, Valarie made her way downstairs, double-checking her
attire, not that there was much to check.  She made sure her leggings were
pulled all the way up and her choker was facing forward.  She descended the
stairs to the basement slowly, the voices of the men growing louder with
each step.  It sounded like a typical guy's night, loud laughter, jokes and
talk of women and sports.  She took a deep breath, took the last step and
entered the basement.

   "Good evening gentlemen," she said in a loud, cheery voice.  "Billy, can
I bring you guys anything?"

   "Sure, baby," Travers grinned, watching his buddies ogle Valarie.  "I
think we could all use a beer.  They're in the refrigerator right next to
the bar."

   Travers had a full bar in his basement, including a full-size, fully
stocked refrigerator.  The refrigerator stood next to the bar, not behind
it.  There was no obstruction of the view as Valarie opened the
refrigerator and bent to collect the beer bottles.  She grabbed two out of
the door, but Travers said, "I think the ones on the bottom are colder," he
said.

   "Oh, of course," Valarie said over her shoulder.  She scolded herself
for not thinking of that to start with.  The further she bent over, the
better the view for the guys.  She just had to learn to think that way. 
She started to bend her knees, but realized that bending at the waist would
be better.  Now, her legs were straight, slightly spread, her ass higher
than her head as she bent over and grabbed two beer bottles in each hand.

   She brought them over to the table, trying to make eye contact with each
of the men, all of whom were staring at her.  She kept a smile on her face.
Be pleasant, be friendly, be cute, be sexy, she told herself, tease `em and
please `em.

   She placed the beers in front of each man, bending over slowly, letting
them look at her chest or ass or legs - whatever they wanted.  When she had
handed out all four, she headed back to get the last two.

   "I'll be right back, boys," she smiled.  She walked slowly, putting one
foot in front of the other like she had seen the runway models do, knowing
that it accentuated the motion of her ass.  She bent over slowly again,
gathered the two beers and brought them back.

   "Thank you, Valarie," Travers smiled as he accepted his beer.  "Please,
meet my friends and contributors to your clothing fund after I take them
for all they're worth tonight.  That's Hank, Buzz, Nat, Smitty and Bones."

   Valarie shook all their hands.  "Colorful names," she said.

   "Nicknames from back in the day," Travers said.

   "What did they call you?" Valarie asked, teasing.

   "Why, he's Wee Willy," Smitty said.  "Was then, always will be.  Willy
for short."

   "Willy," Valarie smiled at Travers.  "I like it.  William is too stuffy
sounding.  Yes, Willy.  That's fun."

   "Know why we call him `Wee Willy'?" Bones laughed.

   "Oh, she knows," Nat said.

   "Why are guys always so mean to each other?" Valarie giggled.  "All I
know is, last time I checked, he wasn't so wee."

   "Oh really?  And how long ago was that?" Nat challenged.

   "About an hour ago," Valarie said, biting her lip temptingly.  "I sure
didn't have any complaints." She smiled and spun away, stopping a few steps
away.  "Anything else I can bring you boys?  Just yell if you need me."

   "Hey, Willy," Nat yelled.  "Where's she going?  I always did think we
should have a little waitress on hand for these things.  Whaddya say?"

   "Hey, she's a free woman," Travers shrugged.  "If she wants to stay,
that's up to her." Of course, Valarie knew he was telling her to stay, but
also to play up the fact that she was his sexy little toy by her choosing.
Make it seem like I couldn't resist him, like I'm a little slut addicted to
his cock, Valarie told herself.  She smiled and turned around.

   "OK, boys," she said, turning around.  "I'll hang around.  Just didn't
think you'd want some silly girl messing up your boy talk.  Let me bring
down some of those snacks I saw upstairs and turn on some music.  Poker's
too boring.  If I'm going to hang around, we're going to make this a
party."

   She went up the stairs and found a serving tray, loading it with bowls
of chips, pretzels and salsa.  She heated up the plate of chicken wings
someone had brought and found some cheese, crackers and chocolate brownies
to add to the mix.  She put all this and a few small saucers and bowls on
the tray and headed back downstairs, gingerly watching her step, careful of
her high heels on the narrow stairs.

   There was a table along the wall behind the poker table and she
carefully set the tray there, bending at the waist as she did so, well
aware that no one was actually looking at their cards anymore.  "See
anything you like?" she asked, turning and waving her hand in front of the
tray of snacks like a model on Price is Right.

   "Hell yes," the one they called Bones grinned, looking pointedly at her
legs.

   "You're so silly," she teased.  "I meant to eat!"

   "I know," Bones grinned again.  They all laughed.

   "OK, OK," Valarie smiled.  "How about I just let you gentlemen help
yourselves while I find some music.  Does this jukebox work?"

   "Sure does," Travers said.  "Find some good dance music, why don't you?"

   "Just what I was thinking," Valarie grinned.  She flipped through the
songs on the jukebox, not surprised to see a lot of 70s and 80s rock.  That
fit Travers' age.  She liked rock, too, and recognized many of the songs.
She picked a handful of singles, then started moving her hips as the first
sounds of classic Bon Jovi filled the room.

   She turned to face her audience, all of the men standing around with
saucers of wings and chips, their eyes collectively glued to her.  She
smiled and looked down, watching her legs, trying to see what they saw, to
move in ways they would want her to.  Try as she might to lose herself in
the music, she was self-conscious and felt awkward.  She understood now why
strippers had a pole to hold onto.  Besides the phallic symbol, it was also
a welcome partner.  Right now, with nothing to hold, nothing to move around
or in response to, she felt slow-footed and clumsy, even though neither of
those words had ever been fitting descriptions for her.  A natural athlete
and graceful dancer, Valarie was used to fluid, confident movements.  She
felt anything but right now.

   She stopped looking at herself and looked at the guys, expecting them to
be frowning or laughing at her awkward attempts.  Instead, they were still
gawking at her, their eyes locked to her body, silly boyish grins on their
faces.  Instantly, she began to relax.  She focused on them instead of
herself, watching them as she moved, paying attention to how they reacted
to certain movements.  She remembered Coco telling her to watch them, that
their eyes would tell her what to do.  Sure enough, she found herself
moving fluidly, confidently now, her body jerking and grinding and twisting
to the thick beats.

   "Your love is like bad medicine.  Bad medicine is what I need," the song
said.  She thought it was especially appropriate.  Her disease was a slight
aversion to cum.  And the medicine was a heavy dose of it.  Bad medicine?
Well, hopefully not.  Think positive thoughts, associate it with good
things, she reminded herself.  She looked at the dorky grins on the faces
of men who in other settings were successful, distinguished businessmen and
community leaders.  She realized she had them in the palm of her hand.  She
wiggled her ass and their eyes boggled back and forth.  She ran her hands
over her breasts and they licked their lips.

   It was fun to see them react this way.  Playing it forward in her head,
she realized she would be able to make them cum by teasing them just like
this.  And that would be fun.  And then, she could only imagine their
expressions watching her dine hungrily on their salty loads of spunk. 
Travers was right.  The fun wouldn't be the taste of the cum.  It would be
feeling the power she had over their emotions, the pleasure she give them
with a twitch of her hips or a lick of her tongue.  It was intoxicating. 
That, she realized, was the addiction.  Not the actual taste or substance.
It was all about the experience.  She felt sexy and hot and powerful and
tried to corral and hold that feeling, knowing it was what she had been
missing.  That was what would make her not just a slut, but a cum slut, a
hot babe who enjoyed producing, extracting and, ultimately, being a
receptacle for cum.  The fun came not from feeling degraded, but from
feeling strong and in control.  She wouldn't dominate them physically with
whips and chains, but mentally by teasing, taunting and ultimately pleasing
in the most fun and wicked ways.  Yes, she needed some bad medicine all
right.

   "Very nice, my dear," Travers grinned.  "But that music's a bit loud. 
Turn it down a bit, please, so we can continue our poker game.  I have some
money to win from these chumps.  Would you mind keeping the plates and
glasses filled while we play?"

   "Of course not," Valarie chirped happily, but inside she was confused.
She thought she had been sexy and sultry.  She thought she'd keep dancing,
the guys would get excited.  She'd strip, they'd jerk off and she'd catch
their cum in a bowl or something and try Travers' food experiment.  She
thought this would please him, but obviously it wasn't what he wanted.  Go
with the flow, she told herself.  He'll let you know what to do when.  Just
be ready.

   She turned the music down, still wiggling her hips to "You Shook Me All
Night Long" as she played the role of waitress, offering food and beer to
the poker players.  Travers caressed her ass as she did so, but none of the
others did and she realized that they didn't yet feel comfortable touching
her and she suspected that it had little to do with Travers' presence -
though that was certainly a factor--and more about their sense of decency.
That was probably why she wasn't half-naked right now on the floor with
cocks jerking off all around her.  But how would they get to the point? 
Would Travers just blurt it out?  Was he expecting her to do it?  She
looked at Travers for direction, but his poker face displayed as little
about his intentions as it did his hand.

   She decided to wait it out.  She watched them play several hands,
occasionally getting up to offer food or beverage, but mostly she sat and
watched.  Travers was indeed doing very well and after his third straight
winning hand, she went over to congratulate her hero.

   "Ooh, you're doing so good, Billy," she cooed, leaning in to give him a
kiss.  His hand met her lips.

   "Sorry, babe, no kissing during a hot streak," Travers grinned.  "I'm on
fire.  Can't let anyone - even you - jinx it.  Nat could use a good luck
charm, though."

   Valarie got it.  That was the opening she was looking for.

   "You better believe it," Nat said in mock disgust.  "I haven't had a
decent hand all night.  Get over here, sweetie.  Wee Willy never did
appreciate the attention of a beautiful woman."

   "That's because he never had one before!" Bones joked.

   "Good point," Nat said, standing and giving Valarie's hand a gentle kiss
in a show of mock chivalry.  "However did you wind up with such a
disgusting pig?" he asked Valarie.

   "Felt sorry for him," Valarie went along with the joke.  "But now I see
the error of my ways.  How may I help you get your money back, my dear?"

   "How about a kiss on the cheek for luck?" he asked.  Valarie looked over
her shoulder at Travers, who gave her permission with a dismissive wave of
his hand.  But a sparkle in his eyes told her that she was doing well.  She
took the initiative and sat on Nat's lap and kissed him on the cheek. 
Instinctively, his arm went around her waist, holding her on his lap as
Bones dealt the next hand.  Before Nat picked up his cards, he asked
Valarie to blow on them for luck.

   "Careful, Val," Smitty said.  "If he wins this hand, who knows what
he'll ask you to blow next."

   "I'll take my chances," Valarie smiled.  She leaned over and pursed her
lips and blew gently on the cards, taking her time and giving them all a
nice look.  The tight top really pushed her B-cup breasts together,
creating a small but very attractive bit of cleavage.

   "I think your cards just got bigger," Hank teased.  As Valarie sat back,
she did indeed feel a growing bulge beneath her.  She didn't let on about
that or about Nat's cards - though that part was easy since she didn't
really know much about poker.  When he won, though, she bounced up and down
on him excitedly, turning to give him a kiss.  The tops of her breasts
jiggled against his chin and she leaned over and kissed him - on the mouth
this time.  Nat resisted the urge to kiss back, pushing her gently away and
glancing over at Travers, who was busy pretending not to have seen the
kiss.

   "Looks like she's good luck all right," Smitty said, handing Nat the
cards.

   "Hey, babe, would you mind dealing?" Nat asked.  "I'm too busy counting
my winnings here."

   "Sure," Valarie said.  "But I don't really know how.  You just shuffle
them like this, right?" She started shuffling the cards, exaggerating her
struggles until finally several of the cards flew into the air, one of the
landing, as she'd hoped, between her breasts.  As she knelt to pick up the
others off the floor, she wedged the card deeper into between her breasts
so that only a portion of it stuck out of the top.  Valarie had never
minded having small to average size breasts, but now that she was in this
outfit, playing this role, she felt inadequate.  She thought about Coco's
huge breasts and wondered if they guys would like her more if she got a
boob job.  What was she thinking?  A week ago she would have scoffed at the
idea.  Now, she feared she wouldn't be sexy enough without it.

   She pretended not to notice the card wedged in her cleavage and resumed
shuffling the cards.  When she began to deal, the guys stopped her.

   "You're missing a card," Smitty said.

   "What?  Where?" Valarie asked, looking on the floor again.

   "No, it's not on the floor," Nat said.  "Here, I'll get it for you." He
grabbed the top of the card, his hand brushing across the top of her breast
as he slowly pulled it out and handed it to her.

   "Oops," she giggled, shoving the card back in the deck.  She quickly
finished shuffling and dealt the cards.  She gave Nat another kiss for luck
- this one again on the mouth - and blew on the cards again.  She squirmed
in his lap, making sure his growing cock kept on growing.  She kept moving
slightly and watched the hand play out, trying to think of her next move.
She had no doubt that once the first guy got off, the others would see that
it was OK and join in.  But how to break the ice?  Travers was offering no
guidance.  She was on her own and feeling a bit scared and vulnerable
again. Did she really trust Travers, after all?  Did she really want to be
this kind of girl?  She caught herself daydreaming about life back in
Scotland, her old job, her family.  It seemed so far away right now.  How
had she gotten here?  And is this really where she wanted to be?

   She snapped to attention when Nat slapped the table and whooped in
celebration.  Another winning hand.  Valarie glanced at Travers to see if
he had noticed her lapse, her hesitation.  If he did, he didn't let on. 
Poker face all the way.  She remembered the cheer she had thought up and
launched into it.  She jumped up and down in front of Nat, her tits
bouncing in his face, her skirt offering glimpses as it flipped into the
air.

   "Play those cards and grab those chips, Much good luck from my lips. 
He's got a full house, I've got a firm little pair.  Just try to beat us,
if you dare.  We'll win each hand, you can't last.  Nat's the best, so kiss
my ass!"

   Valarie's choreographed dance moves for the cheer included pursing and
licking her lips at the mention of her mouth, cupping her breasts when she
mentioned her "big pair" and finally slapping her ass at the end.  The
cheer drew applause and laughter.  Amidst the commotion, Valarie caught
Travers eye and jerked her head toward the football game that was muted in
the background, then hooked her thumb toward Nat's crotch.  Somehow,
Travers caught her meaning.

   "Hey, I forgot all about the game," Travers said, looking over at the
football game.  "Who's winning?"

   He got up from the table and walked over toward the set.  Smitty, Hank,
Buzz and Bones followed.  Nat started to, also, but Valarie stopped him by
reaching between his legs and squeezing his cock.  "Shhh," she smiled,
looking over her shoulder to make sure the others were focused on the TV.
Then, she rubbed her hand firmly up and down his shaft, feeling his
hardness through the thin material of his khakis.  "It's OK," she whispered
to him.  "Just relax."

   He put his hands on her hips and looked uneasily over at the others. 
Obviously, Nat was concerned that Travers would be upset.  Valarie didn't
know how to convince him otherwise.  That, she decided, was up to how
Travers wanted to play it.  She was playing her role.  Now it was time for
him to play his.  She'd do the work, he just needed to give his buddies the
green light.

   Valarie unzipped Nat's pants, whispering to him, "For when we sit back
down." She could tell he was torn, knowing he should zip them up and stop
her, but probably wanting nothing more than to feel her skin or lips or
whatever body part she was willing to offer against his sensitive erection.
She turned her back to him, using her body to shield the movements of her
hand, which was now inside his pants, gently stroking his cock with subtle
movements of her delicate fingers.  Blocked by her body, the handjob was
undetectable to the others, even as they returned to the table, but Nat's
cock was certainly well aware of it.  He slid into his chair, keeping a
hand on Valarie's hip, pulling her close so no one would catch a glimpse of
his cock.

   After a few more hands - two of which were won by Nat - it was his turn
to deal again.  Valarie reached for the cards to shuffle them for him,
pulling her hand from his cock, which was now wet with pre-cum.  She didn't
want to get the cards sticky but she had no where to wipe the pre-cum from
her hands, so one by one she licked her fingers clean.  The pre-cum didn't
have nearly as strong a taste as actual cum and she didn't mind it as much.
Still, she knew the real stuff would be coming soon.

   She shifted on his lap until she felt his cock pressing against the
backs of her thighs, then spread her legs just enough to let it poke
through.  The pulsing prick was being kissed on top by her silky panties
while the other three sides were surrounded by her silky smooth thighs. 
She felt him buck his hips once and looked down to see the bottom edge of
her skirt lift up a couple of inches.  She knew that his cock was pressed
against it.  She nonchalantly reached under the sides of her skirt and
untied the panties, letting the front flap fall over the head of his cock.

   Valarie looked around at the table of men, again wondering how she had
come to be sitting on the cock of a man she didn't know, surrounded by
others she only knew by colorful nicknames and a boss more than twice her
age who had already fucked her several times and let another man cum on her
face.  Now, in just a few more minutes, she knew she would begin the
process of eating the cum of these men - these strangers.  She would
swallow more cum in one night than she had in her whole life.  Hell, she'd
had almost as much sex in the past few days as she'd ever had before.  More
barriers would be broken soon, she knew, absently wriggling her ass.

   Usually, breaking barriers was a good thing.  But she wasn't sure about
all this.  It was too much, too soon.  Sweet, sharp, focused Valarie was
becoming something different.  But was it better, worse or neither?  She
wasn't sure.  The fact that her options had been limited at the time of her
decision to take the job offered little consolation.  There was no getting
around the fact that she found some of this very exciting, very arousing,
highly interesting.  She was scared, ashamed, exhilarated and proud all at
the same time.  It was an odd mixture of emotions and it had her on a
roller coaster ride, feeling incredibly sexy and powerful one minute,
frightened and vulnerable a moment later, confused and ashamed the next.

   A few minutes ago, she had been thinking about her need for "bad
medicine" and savoring the idea of spurting cocks all around her.  Now, it
was imminent.  Nat wouldn't last much longer.  Once he came, it would be
on. They'd all be cumming.  How much would Travers let them do to her?  Did
she really trust him that much?  He hadn't shown his hand to his friends
yet, so to speak.  If she jumped off Nat right now and ran upstairs, what
would happen?  He wouldn't force her to come back down and have sex with
them all - that would be rape and she knew neither Travers nor these men
would stoop to that level.  No, Travers would punish her some other way. 
Not physical.  Mental.  Emotional.  He'd fire her, probably.  Then where
would she be?  Sucking landlord dick for a room again?

   Her options were limited and time was running out.  Nat needed release.
He was moving more now and it was getting difficult to hide.  Travers still
wasn't moving.  He was going to make her make the move, invite the others.
Somehow he'd give them permission and that would be it.  It was clear that
he intended for her to make the first move, make it look like her idea. 
OK, if that's the way he wanted to play it...

   "Who brought the chip dip tonight?" she asked sweetly, pinning her
thighs and panties around Nat's cock to keep it still for a few more
minutes.

   "I did," Hank said.  "There's ranch and salsa.  Take your pick."

   "Hmm," Valarie frowned.  "I think I'd like a different flavor. 
Something a little salty, nutty, but also thick and creamy."

   "Sorry, I didn't bring anything like that," Hank said.  "How do you make
it?"

   "Oh, you brought it all right.  You all did," Valarie grinned
mischievously.  "Every man knows how to make it - but it's best when
there's a woman's touch."

   With that, she stood up.  Nat grabbed for her, but it was too late. 
They all saw her pretty panties draped over his erect cock, a telltale wet
spot above his head.  He looked at Travers nervously, but Travers gave him
a smile and a nod, indicating it was OK.

   Valarie retrieved a small bowl from the snack table and turned back to
look at them.  "Nat's going to give me some of his dip," Valarie said in
sultry voice, barely louder than a whisper.  "And while I'm sure he's quite
virile, I imagine I'll need more.  Can I encourage you to share yours with
me?"

   "Thought you'd never ask," Buzz grinned.  "Of course, you might have to
be my little lap dog luck charm for a few hands first, just to be fair."

   "Of course," Valarie cooed.  "It's the least I can do.  I hope you
gentlemen brought a lot."

   She knelt down in front of Nat and the others stood up, expecting to
watch her suck their friend's cock.  Travers hadn't told Valarie to do so
and she was glad.  She didn't know if Travers and the guys would ever want
her to be in a gang bang or not, but she sure wasn't ready for one yet. 
Half-a-dozen hand jobs and some cum eating would be plenty wild enough for
tonight.  She just hoped that's all it would amount to.

   She wrapped Nat's meaty cock in her panties and and rubbed it up and
down, stroking it firmly, feeling his penis flex as his load worked its way
into launch position.

   "Use your tits," Nat said.  Buzz heard him and untied her top before she
had even let go of Nat's cock.  She thanked him and slid the top off,
handing it and her panties to Buzz.  Her nipples were hard and she rubbed
them against Nat's pulsing shaft.

   "I'll hold those," Nat said as he pinched her nipples between his
fingers, pinning them on the sides of his cock at the base of his shaft. 
Valarie slid her hands to the sides of her breasts and mashed the firm
little buds against his cock.  Nat bucked his hips, pumping his cock across
her tits.

   "She's mighty fine," Nat said to Travers.  "Sure you want to share this
fine piece of ass with degenerates like us?"

   "What's mine is yours," Travers said.  "Well, except for her three
holes. Those are private property.  No trespassing there, boys."

   "What's the penalty?" Smitty said, only half-jokingly.  "Might be worth
the punishment."

   "Might be," Travers nodded.  "So long as you didn't mind having your
balls cut off."

   "Hmm, tempting," Smitty grinned, "but I think I'll stick with the hand
and tit job."

   "Good choice," Travers said.

   "Shut up you morons," Nat grunted.  "Can't you see I'm busy over here?"

   "Looks to me like that poor pencil's about out of led, old man," Buzz
taunted.

   "Look again," Nat growled.  "Get that bowl over here, bitch.  I'm going
to give you so much cum, it will save you the trouble of jerking these
other dorks off."

   "Mmm, I hope so," Valarie cooed.  Nat took over the stroking while she
picked up the bowl and held it under her chin.  "Just hit my face and it
will drop right in."

   The thought of jizzing on her pretty face was the final image that sent
Nat over the top.  His wad shot out in four thick streams, each hitting her
tightly closed lips.  He jerked his cock over the bowl, milking the
remaining drops out as he watched his cum drizzle down Valarie's chin and
drop into the bowl in sticky puddles.

   "Beat that, chumps," Nat said, wagging his softening cock up and down,
shaking the last few drops into the bowl.  "That's enough to feed a small
village for a week."

   "Looks yummy," Valarie said.  "But I'll need more.  Billy, could you
please turn up the music.  I wanna dance!"

   Travers turned up the music as Motley Crue's "Girls, Girls, Girls" ode
to strippers came on.  Perfect song, Valarie thought, "who wants a lap
dance?"

   The guys didn't bother answering the obvious, but dutifully returned to
their seats and watched as Valarie slithered onto the poker table and
writhed around, her body twisting and turning to the music.  Already
topless, she decided she might as well take the next step.  She wriggled
out of her skirt - with plenty of eager hands helping discard the garments
- and lay naked except for her thigh-high socks and stilettos.  She hopped
off the table and straddled Buzz, facing him as she sat on his lap, her
naked pussy rubbing over the lump in his pants.  She gave him a
disapproving look for having his pants still on and motioned for them all
to take them off.  She faced no resistance.

   When everyone was sufficiently disrobed, Valarie began making the
rounds. She would straddle each guy one at a time, grinding on him for
about a minute, rubbing her tits in his face and letting her pussy lips
barely graze across the tops of their cocks.  In between chairs, she'd
spread her legs, bend over, cup her breasts - anything she could think of.
Like her previous dance, she felt awkward and clunky at first.  These were
her first lap dances, her first striptease and these heels were ridiculous.
But knowing that she had caused six grown men to have erections at the same
time was a powerful, intoxicating feeling, and that feeling of
accomplishment, purpose and sultry desire returned.

   Her movements became smooth, slinky.  Her nipples hypnotized, her ass
tantalized, her legs mesmerized.  From eyes to thighs, she was a vision of
pure beauty, grace and unrestrained sexuality.

   She made the rounds three times, bumping and grinding, using her
nipples, breasts, inner thighs, breasts and hands to stimulate those
pulsing cocks.  The men grew more aggressive, though hardly rough, as the
dance continued, cupping her breasts or squeezing her ass.  But none
touched her pussy or tried to violate Travers' rule.  Their restraint was
impressive and Valarie appreciated it.

   As she started her fourth tour around the table, Buzz, gritting his
teeth and holding his cock, growled, "bring me the bowl." Valarie grabbed
the little brown bowl, the bottom of which was already covered by Nat's
cum, and hurried back to Buzz, kneeling before him.  She took his cock in
her hands and stroked him, keeping one eye on his eyes and the other on the
end of his cock.  Like Nat, he splattered her face and watched it drip into
the bowl.

   Valarie wanted to wipe it off, but Hank was gesturing frantically and
the swollen purplish head of his cock looked about to explode.  He had her
hold the bowl in one hand with her right breast poised over it.  With her
hands full, Hank jerked his cock a few times, then sent a shower of white
hot jizz onto her breast.  The cum tumbled down her gently sloping mound,
hung precipitously on the end of her nipple and steadily dripped into the
bowl.

   Three loads down, three to go, she thought.  She looked at the bowl,
surprised at how much cum was already there.  This was going to be quite a
meal.

   Smitty asked her to stroke his balls while he dumped his load and Bones
had her lay in front of him on the table, bowl balanced on her belly, while
he jerked off into it.  That left only Travers, who sat idly with his hands
resting on the sides of his chair, his hard cock sticking up.

   "Care to make a donation?" she teased, showing him the bowl which now
held an impressive quantity of semen.

   Travers didn't say anything as he got up, walked to the jukebox and
turned off the music.  He returned to his chair, sat down and smiled up at
her.

   "Now you may suck my cock," he said flatly.

   "Of course, sir," Valarie said, sensing that he wanted to be in total
command now, show his authority.  Billy didn't sound right.  "Do you want
to hold the bowl?"

   "I don't need the bowl," he said.  "Mine goes straight down the hatch.
Like I said, gentlemen, ownership has its privileges."

   "Why'd you turn off the music?" Buzz moaned.

   "So you could hear this girl suck cock," Travers said.  "Impressive
suction power, let me tell you.  Show them, my dear cocksucking slut."

   Valarie wasted no time following his orders.  She took him in her mouth
and began slurping hungrily on him.

   "Damn, she must like that taste," Hank said appreciatively.  "Sure she
wouldn't like to try the sampler platter?"

   "Your dick got as close to the inside of her anything as it's going to
get," Travers chuckled.  "You'll just have to take my word that she's damn
good at this.  And yes, I do believe she likes the flavor of a good cock.
However, cum is a different story."

   "I can tell she's good at it, I don't have to take your word for it,"
Smitty said.  "But what do you mean she doesn't like cum?  She just
practically begged us to give her a bunch to eat.  Seems to me the little
vixen is a born cum slut.  Reminds me of that little Army nurse who show us
all how much she appreciated our service to our country.  Remember her?"

   "Who could forget?" Buzz said.  "Her body was just average, but her
mouth was made to suck cock.  About like this little bitch here.  You sure
she's not a cum-hungry babe?"

   "I swear," Travers said.  "Oh, don't get me wrong, she's game.  She
swallows every drop," he patted the back of her head like she was a good
dog.  "She doesn't like the taste much.  I'm trying to train her, help her
appreciate the joy of a mouthful of my spunk.  So, I figured the best way
was practice and creating a positive experience to relate it to." He held
his shaft in his hand and slapped his cock against her puckered lips and
soft cheeks before shoving it back in her mouth.  "We're all having fun,
that's a good start.  Two, she can try it on some good food.  Makes it
taste better, like medicine, but also helps her start associating a
mouthful of cum with positive experiences and reactions."

   "So why don't you let her eat yours with some food?" Nat asked.

   "Because my pleasure is more important than hers in this case," Travers
said.  "I'm just being a nice guy trying to make it better for her."

   "Heart of gold," Nat joked.

   "You know it," Travers said, patting the back of Valarie's head, which
continued to move up and down steadily in his lap.  "I'm too nice for my
own good.  I really want to just take the back of her head like this, shove
it down on my cock like this, and choke her with it.  But I'm not that guy.
So, I let her have her fun too.  She really likes licking dick, but she
knows that leads to the part she doesn't like.a Catch 22, you might say."

   "Yeah, that's a real dilemma you got there," Smitty said.  "They ought
to give you a medal for being so damn nice as to help this poor girl
overcome her irrational dislike for a mouthful of sperm."

   "I know," Travers grinned.  "And yet all I get is a blowjob.  Oh well,
the things we do for charity.  Speaking of, I think it's time to make my
donation."

   He put both hands on the back of her head now and took over dictating
her rhythm and depth.  She relinquished control of her head and mouth to
him and let him use it as he wanted to finish the job.  Soon enough, his
cum was spurting into her mouth.  Before she could swallow the bitter
stuff, he stopped her.  "Don't swallow," he said.  "Keep it in your mouth.
Let my sperm wriggle around on your taste buds for a while.  Get used to
it. Find a flavor in there you like and savor it.  You just gave me a great
blowjob and us all a great show.  You're doing great.  It's a fun evening.
That's right, you have a mouthful of cum and you're still having fun.  It
can happen.  See?  Give me a smile.  Show me how much fun it is!"

   Valarie forced a smile, then started laughing as cum began dribbling out
of the corner of her mouth.

   "Shit, you're going to make her waste it, man," Nat said.  "Next thing
you know she'll be laughing so hard she'll have it coming out of her nose."

   Valarie laughed harder now, struggling not to lose the load in her mouth
until Travers said it was OK.  She was stifling her laugh like a giggling
schoolgirl in trouble with the teacher.  And just like a giggling student,
the more she tried to stop, the harder she laughed.  Finally, she took in a
deep breath, trying to relax.  Instead, she felt the cum enter the back of
her throat.  She tried to stop it from going down and, just as Nat had
predicted, it went up.  She felt it tickling her nasal passage as she
coughed and sputtered and cum flew out of both her mouth and nose at the
same time.

   She saw everyone else laughing too and laughed harder, dropping to the
floor and rolling around, vaguely aware that her hair was likely picking up
specks of the cum she had just spit out.  She felt ridiculous and dirty and
incredibly happy.  Finally, she stopped laughing and caught her breath and
got back up with the help of Nat and Bones.

   "So, you had Wee Willy's little mini sausage link for an appetizer,"
Bones said.  "Are you ready for the main course?"

   "Mmm, I think so," Valarie nodded, rubbing her belly for effect.  "That
didn't quite fill me up.  Know where I can get some more?"

   "I know just the place," Bones said.  "And we just cooked up a fresh
batch for you.  Go ahead and help yourself.  It's an all you can eat
buffet. If that bowl gets empty, I bet we can give you a free refill."

   "Yummy!" Valarie squealed, only half-acting now.  Her inhibitions had
all but disappeared during this crazy evening and she was fully into her
slutty character.  She'd probably regret it later, but right now she was
ready to be a cum slut.  Or at least try.

   "I thought you guys came over to play cards, not play with yourselves,"
Travers said.  "I've got some money to win back.  Come on.  We can watch
her eat while I take your money."

   With everyone fully dressed again - except for Valarie, who remained in
only her heels and thigh-high leggings - the game resumed while Valarie
started looking over the food options, debating what to try with her side
of jism.

   She put a few chips and pretzels on her plate, a saltine cracker and two
brownies.  "How about whoever wins this hand gets to help feed me a few
bites?" Valarie suggested, surprising herself with the confidence in her
voice.  Normally she would have meekly waited for them to tell her what to
do, but not tonight.  Had she really changed so much so fast?  Or was this
the woman she was always meant to be?  She wasn't sure which prospect was
scarier.

   Bones won the hand and welcomed Valarie into his lap, putting his arms
around her waist, his hands resting on her bare hips.  "Wow, that looks
nasty," he said, eyeing the bowl of creamy white cum.  "Can't say as I
blame you for not liking the stuff, but there's nothing hotter than a
cum-hungry slut, so I have to take Wee Willy's side on this one.  I want to
see you eat that stuff.  So, what's it going to be first?"

   "Chef's choice," Valarie smiled.  "You cooked it up, you serve it any
way you like."

   "Well, the way I'd like has been outlawed by our host," Bones grinned.
"But I suppose nothing beats good ol' jizz and crackers." He took a spoon
off the tray and scooped some of the cum onto a saltine, using the back of
the spoon to spread it around.  "Open up."

   Watching Bones spoon out the cum onto cracker turned Valarie's stomach.
She didn't have mood swings nearly this dramatic during her period, but in
a flash she had gone from cum slut wannabe to timid, scared girl again. 
Cum on a cracker?  She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  She just
didn't want to throw up, but that felt like a very real possibility right
now.  She knew Travers would be very disappointed if she did.  She had come
so far - if you considered learning to be a sex toy a major accomplishment
- and she didn't want to fall back now.  Remember why you're doing this,
she told herself.  Not to be a slut.  Not to be anyone's whore.  You're
doing it to ultimately be independent, get a degree and a great job.  Two
years from now, this would all be worth it.  Just chew and swallow, she
told herself.  Chew and swallow.

   Valarie reluctantly opened her mouth, closing her eyes.  When she felt
the cracker on her lips, she bit down, immediately feeling the sticky
dampness that gave the crackers such a unique texture and an even more
unique taste.  Cooking with Cum wasn't going to be a Food Network show any
time soon, that was for sure.  She tried to hide her distaste and hold back
her desire to spit it out.  The wet cracker just dissolved on her tongue
and bits of it stuck there.  She needed a drink to wash it down, but the
guys were chuckling as she chewed and chomped and made faces, trying to
scrape it off her tongue and teeth.

   "Sorta like peanut butter crackers, huh?" Buzz laughed.  "Really sticks
to the roof of your mouth, doesn't it?"

   "Mmm-hmm," Valarie said, forcing another swallow.  She looked at the
bowl, hoping that half of the stuff was gone.  But it didn't look any
different.  She realized that Buzz had only put a little on the cracker. 
Wow, what a difference just a little had made.  What was that commercial,
"A little dab'll do ya"?  Valarie was sickened at the realization of just
how much more she had to eat.  And disappointed that the cracker had
actually made it worse.  She realized that the chips and pretzels would
work the same way, dissovling into sticky cum-coated crumbs that stuck
under her tongue and between her teeth, ensuring that the flavor lasted a
long, long time.

   "Taste better that way?" Travers asked.

   "No," Valarie said, keeping her oath to be honest.  "But there's a lot
more in there.  Let's keep trying."

   "That's the spirit," Travers said.  "Come on, next winner serves."

   Valarie finished the cum cracker while they played out the next hand,
then moved over to Hank's lap as he raked in his winnings, then cupped her
breasts.

   For the next half an hour, they took turns feeding her cum-dipped
crackers, chips and pretzels.  They shared their beers, letting her wash it
down, adding the possibility of getting drunk to her worries.  It wasn't
tasting any better and her stomach continued to churn.  The alcohol only
made her dizzy and lightheaded.  She wanted to lay down and go to sleep. 
Tomorrow was her off day.  She needed it so badly.

   She didn't know if Travers sensed her growing fatigue or increasing
unease or if he just wanted to see white cum on brownies, but he finally
spoke up with a way to bring an end to the cum buffet.  "Looks like we
still have a nice helping in there," he said.  "I vote we see how it works
as frosting and put the rest of it on those brownies.  Sweety Val deserves
a little treat for all her hard work, don't ya think?"

   The guys agreed and Travers poured the remaining semen over two thick
chocolate brownies, using the spoon to make sure none of it dripped off the
sides.  A little of the cum clung to the spoon and he put it in her mouth
to clean it off.

   "Enjoy your dessert, my dear," he smiled.

   Valarie sunk her teeth into the first brownie, anxious now to finish off
the rest of the jism and thankful to finally be tasting something sweet
with it.  The sweetness definitely diminished the bitter taste of the cum.
It was both the worst brownie and best cum she had ever tasted.  It was all
in how you looked at it.

   When it was finally all gone, the guys applauded.  "Well done," Travers
nodded.  "Now, you know, I'm in the mood for something sweet too.  Did you
guys know that Valarie here is sometimes called Sweety Val?  And that the
reason she's called that isn't because she's so nice?  It's because her
pussy tastes like candy, honey and sugar, all rolled into one."

   "You don't say," Hank said.  "You know, I consider myself a bit of a
purveyor of pussy, a connoisseur of cunt, you might say."

   "Ha, you don't even know what purveyor means," Smitty chided.

   "Maybe not, but it sounds good," Hank said.  "And whatever you want to
call it, I know good pussy when I taste it.  So, I know we said no fucking,
but do you mind if I have a little taste, Bill?"

   "You know what they used to say in school," Travers said.  "If you bring
a treat, bring enough to share with everyone.  Dig in, fellas."

   Before she knew what was happening, Valarie was on her back on the
table, her legs over Hank's shoulders, his mouth pressed against her pussy
lips.  He licked deep insider her and she felt her pussy, turned off by the
cum fest, begin to stir.  The man knew how to use his tongue.  Maybe he
really was a connoisseur of cunt.

   "Could someone please pass the pussy," Smitty said.  He was sitting next
to Hank, who reluctantly pulled away and helped slide Valarie across the
table.  Smitty's tongue replaced his.

   "She sure is mighty sweet," Hank said.  "What's she do, soak that think
in a vat of honey every night?"

   "I don't know," Travers said.  "But I could make a meal of that every
day."

   Valarie heard their comments and it turned her on.  She had no idea what
made her pussy taste good to men or what made one pussy taste different
from another.  All she knew was that they all seemed pretty excited about
licking her and that certainly wasn't always the case with men - they would
always rather receive than give when it came to oral sex.  But these guys
sure were eager and she was quickly experiencing another mood swing.  No
longer sick to her stomach and fearful, she was now excited to have
completed her task and was quickly warming up to the lapping tongues.

   By the time they'd each had a taste, her hard nipples, wet pussy and
trembling thighs were the signs they all needed to know that they were
getting to her.  As they started round two, it was no longer a taste test -
they were determined to get her off.  They certainly had her full support.
She was using her hips and thighs to move her pussy around and hump their
mouths and tongues.  She was glad that Travers had not allowed them to fuck
her, but a naughty part of her lusty brain secretly wished they would just
start fucking her and not stop until they each made her cum.  She also
wished they were all like Nelson, sexy hunks with limitless stamina.  She
focused on that image, a roomful of Nelsons holding their hard cocks, ready
to take turns pleasing her pussy.

   She didn't know who's tongue was inside her when she finally came, but
she felt the others join in the frenzy, sucking her nipples, fighting over
her pussy, licking her neck and her thighs while she rippled and trembled
through a powerful series of orgasms.  When she was finally done, she lay
on the table, exhausted.

   "Hmm, I think you're going to need to have that table cleaned," Smitty
laughed, looking at the puddle beneath her.

   "Yep, and I think the party's over - at least for you guys," Travers
said.  "Me, I'm going to take her upstairs and party some more.  Let
yourselves out.  If you hear the walls banging, think nothing of it."

   They all laughed, but knew it was true.  Travers was going to do exactly
what they all wanted to do - take her upstairs and screw her brains out at
least one more time.  The drunk, horny girl was wet, willing and exhausted.
Her lean, limber body would be flexible, totally vulnerable, ready to be
ravaged.  Travers slung her over his shoulder, her wet cunt looking them
each in the eye as he hauled her off, his cock growing harder with every
step.