Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we 
can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

  
	The big Bo babe strikes again
	We need your help. Little Bo Peep Agency has lost its 
secretaries and doesn't know where to find them. Could one of them be 
you? Temporary assignment. Top pay.
	Secretaries my ass. Advertising for whores, but for secretary 
wages. The word's been around. So why did I go? It's decent whore 
pay.
	Guess who? Mr Jennings! So I walk in to see that broad they 
talk about- you know, leather queen. And I say to her, "The whore's 
here."
	She looked at me with a stiff smile and a sparkle in her eye and 
buzzed the other office. She had a hushed exchange and she pointed for 
me to wait.
	"Ahh! the whore's here!" said a man loudly as he opened the 
doors of his office and strode into the room. "Well, I'm glad about that. 
Come here little lady."
	This had to be Jennings I was thinking.  He certainly was a 
dynamic sort of guy. I walked over to see what he was going to lay on 
me.
	"I am glad you are here. I've had that room of executives bored 
for half an hour. Now you can go in and entertain them," he rattled off.
	Like, sure, the old roomful of executives ploy, but I go along 
with it. I say, "What kind of entertaining are we talking here?"
	"Why? Is the whore particular?" he challenged.
	"No, the whore doesn't do group rates, if I got to fuck these 
guys, I want more that $250," I said.
	"Ohhhhh, how about $500, Ms. Negotiator," he mocked me.
	"How many guys?" I asked.
	"Five. Six with me, and Pam doesn't count, of course," he 
answered.
	"That's worth $750, but I'll do you all for $600," I countered.
	If he wanted to play this little game, I was going to play it hard. 
And I wanted to see how he would squirm out of it when I called his 
bluff.
	"Done," he said quickly and took me by the elbow, "I think it 
would be appropriate to start by getting on the table and stripping. 
Then we can let events unfold however they will."
	I didn't know if he just liked to play it to the last drop or we 
were entering into a fantasy where we would pretend there was an 
audience. I knew I would start out with the table strip just to see what 
his game was. And I really liked the idea of events unfolding.
	Well, they unfolded. He opened the doors and there was a 
roomful of men that turned and looked at him and me.
	"I think this lady has some charts you'd like to see," he said 
and helped me step on a chair and up on the table.
	He gave me just a second before he started the raunchy stripper 
music. I didn't have time to sort out the fact that the five other men 
existed. Luckily I had been rehearsing my strip in my mind as Jenning 
had walked me to the room. As I tried to grasp the import of agreeing 
to take on six men- and probably a woman, my hands went to my 
blouse buttons and I followed the script. When I realized I was little 
more than taking off my clothes as I walked back and forth on the 
table, I realized that this mechanical style seemed to have them 
extremely excited.
	Some were obviously excited and I counted three cocks 
standing naked out of the flies of their respective owners. And I was 
going to fuck six guys. Whew! And it was getting down to it. I was 
opening my bra and dropping it disinterestedly at my feet. Another 
bend, squat and wiggle and I was going to be minus my panties and 
things would- unfold however they will from there. I tried to relax and 
remember what it was I liked about the idea of events unfolding.
	Fortunately, the idea came back easily as I stood there in high 
heels, stockings and a garter belt ready for the first man. It would be 
their place to choose him or his place to take me. I strutted up and 
down twice before a burly blond man was pushed up at me. I guess he 
had won the hardon jackpot because he had cute little chubby one that 
he seemed intent on planting inside of me.
	He wasn't smooth in getting me down on the table. He more 
tackled me than laid me down. He wasn't very patient about getting his 
dick inside me either. In fact, he was rather rude about it. The upside 
was his hurry extended to fucking me and he only thrust about a dozen 
times before he shot off in me. 
	One down, I thought, taking them as they came. I was doing no 
better with the concept of fucking six guys, so I decided to focus on 
them as they took me and not try to look ahead. Chubby rolled off me 
and two volunteers crawled up on the table. When I saw they intended 
to take me at the same time, I vetoed the table. I was going to want a 
softer surface soon anyway.
	They carried me to the sofa and put me on my hands and knees. 
One distracted me by pushing his dick in my face and the other waited 
until I was sucking it to put his cock in me from behind. They gave me 
room to pull off one of them and onto the other and that's what they 
expected me to do. I was the working girl, I was supposed to work at 
getting them off.
	They may have been doing me a favor by leaving it to me. Sure 
it was a little work jamming back on the one guy regular enough while 
I was sucking the other one, but at least I was in control. And after the 
control came the opportunity to show off a little for the assembled 
multitude. When I knew I had the guy in my mouth under my spell, I 
started attacking the guy behind me with a flourish.
	I pushed back and up and every once in a while added a wiggle 
that elicited a groan every time. I had Mr. Mouthdick ready to go 
whenever I wanted and I worked harder at getting Mr. Crackfucker to 
flood my pussy. Then they ruined my fun. They got up and changed 
ends.
	"Take it easy, now," said the new Mr. Mouthdick, "Make him 
cum before me."
	I just teased him with my tongue flicking under his cock as the 
new Mr. Crackfucker broke tradition and plowed into me. He got real 
urgent real quick and I had to start sucking the cock in my face to 
make sure I could get him off by the time his pal had spray-painted my 
womb jizm white.
	I didn't have to worry. The guy I was sucking was pretty near 
the edge himself and when the other guy started ramming me real good 
all I had to do was go way down on the cock in my mouth to get him 
started. The guy behind me started jerking spastically, still trying to 
jam his cock into me and I took all of the guy in front into my mouth. 
That started his fountain and I sucked him once more before I pulled 
him out so his buddies could see his cum splatter on my face.
	I was going to lick him clean, but the other guys had other 
ideas. I was pulled away by a big guy who pushed me to my knees and 
presented his cock for me to suck. It was a nice one. Thick, but not too 
thick to wrap my mouth around, and pretty big. It wasn't my job to 
arrange me, so I sucked him and waited to see what else was going to 
happen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stocker sucking Jennings, 
but no one seemed to want to interfere with the big guy getting his.
	He knew what he wanted. When I got too enthusiastic, he 
grabbed my head and slowed me down. He wanted to enjoy the blow 
job, but I knew he had more in mind. After a while he pulled me back 
so just the head was in my mouth and shook my face. I took the hint 
and played my tongue over the knob as I sucked. He let me do that for 
a while and then pulled me up.
	He plopped down on the sofa and then pointed to his dick. As I 
stepped forward, he grabbed my crotch and expertly parted my 
pussylips as he pulled me over his erection. I sat. He entered. It was a 
nice cock. It filled me nicely without stuffing. It was just about the 
perfect size to feel full and not hurting. Then he pushed at my hips and 
I started to move.
	I knew it was too good to last when I felt the hands pull my 
buttcheeks apart. I expected a cock up my ass, but what I got was a 
tongue. A quick look around told me it was Stocker kneeling behind 
me adding her tongue on my asshole to the cock up my cunt. As I rode 
his cock, her tongue slipped farther and farther up my anus. Soon I was 
banging her face with every backthrust, ramming her tongue up my ass 
as I rammed his cock into my cunt.
	I was getting pretty turned on when Stocker left me. The guy 
tried to make up for it my reaching up to play with my tits, but I felt 
deserted. Then the hands were on my butt again. My pleasure at the 
expected return of Stocker's tongue turned to surprise as the knob of a 
cockhead was pushed against my anus. Sandwich time, I thought. The 
man wasn't rough, but he was firm and steady. He wasn't taking no 
from my asshole.
	I ground on the cock in my twat purposefully to alleviate the 
pressure of my back door being sprung, but nothing distracted me from 
the feeling of being the Christmas turkey getting stuffed. When I 
finally had them both to the roots, I realized my mouth was gaping and 
gulping for air as if making room there would somehow lessen the 
engorgement of my two lower orifices.
	They both grabbed me and I was no longer required to fuck 
them. They were taking care of lifting me up and slamming me back 
down on their cocks. In a sense they were masturbating with my body, 
but that was of little concern to me who was the body being double 
stuffed with their meat.
	When they were through excavating out my bottom end, I did a 
quick mental count. One, plus two, plus two- that was five and that left 
one. I mused why they would have broken it up that way and then I 
saw the last guy. It became obvious.
	I was sprawled on the couch, my legs gaping open where the 
two before had dropped me. When I saw him saunter up, I suddenly 
became aware of the invitation my body was posing. I couldn't become 
the prim schoolmarm now and cross my legs, but I did wish I was 
posed a little less open to him. If I was going to be sacrificed to the 
monster swinging between his legs, I wanted him to work for it a little.
	Fortunately he understood my fear. I guess he was used to it. 
He stepped up close and let his cock swing in front of my face. It didn't 
seem like a demand for me to suck it, rather he was presenting it for 
me to examine. Maybe he figured I could get used to it that way. It 
wasn't a matter of getting used to it. Instead it was the process of 
gathering courage to attempt his hugeness. If you remember John 
Holmes, you have an idea. This guy looked like John's daddy- John's 
big daddy.
	And that was as he merely arched towards me in the semi-sleep 
of a semi-hardon. I really didn't want to know, but some maudlin 
fascination made me touch him to see what this weapon would 
become. He didn't respond quickly. It was probably best that it didn't 
startle me with a rapid growth. Instead, I could feel the sluggish 
stirring as I stroked him. It made me feel brave enough to open wide 
and put the head in my mouth.
	It was like an avalanche gathering momentum as his huge cock 
rose. As it stretched up, I found myself with head forced back by the 
length of his growth and I took my mouth away to survey the truly 
marvelous specimen he sported. Marvelous if it isn't your body he 
plans to deposit it inside.
	It was more than a foot long. And that's not a hysterical 
overstatement caused by the misjudgment of fear. My fearful 
misjudgment would have put it at nearer two feet. In calm reflection I 
know the vagina can stretch to accommodate a 22" baby with a head 4" 
across, but even in calm reflection I have little desire to go through 
childbirth. I had less desire faced with the imminent prospect of such a 
penetration.
	But I was outnumbered. He certainly wanted to put that thing in 
me and the other five were gathering around like a rooting section.
	I suppose I inadvertently aided his cause as I backed away 
from him. I had gotten myself in a position where it was easy for him 
to pick up my legs and slide his hands down to my ankles. Then he just 
picked me up by them and pulled my legs as wide open as he could get 
them.
	Now he owned everything south of my belt and left the rest to 
me. Of course there was little the rest of me could do while he was 
jockeying my butt around to get his cock inside me. Mostly I just 
braced myself and made faces as his enormous tool slid in and in and 
in and never seemed to stop.
	We're not talking cervix here. We're talking womb. We're 
talking right up there beyond the bellybutton at uterus end. We're 
talking not no more room nohow. And then we're talking D&C.
	All in all, I guess it was really nice- even a little exciting, 
compared to an abortion. But if I had been carrying a child, it would 
have been an abortion. That thought stuck in my mind as he ravaged 
my feminine recesses, certainly scraping the lining from my womb. 
But, in other news, his slamming against my cunt balanced that with an 
interesting excitement just a foot from the surgical procedure the rest 
of his dick was performing.
	I don't know how my cunt separated itself from the rest of me,
but I'm glad it was happy and juicy. I think it was the only thing that
kept him from killing me. I mean, Lord, I was loose already and his 
monster cock was still threatening to rip me a cunt/asshole uni-hole
 where I used to have two.
	He was real pleased with the way he came with that cock
way up inside me. I was just glad he'd cum. They didn't want me to 
leave, promising that they wouldn't fuck me anymore if I'd just stand
around naked so they could look at and feel me.
	I knew where that would lead, promises or no promises, and no
one mentioned money, so I looked at Jennings and he just nodded.
Stocker took me back to my clothes and cut me a check for $600. When it didn't bounce, I was a pretty happy girl, but I tell you, it'll take
the full $750 for me to even consider something like that again.