Ex-citement, Part 3 - a Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009, 2010 Kris woke up feeling pretty good. She had slept well, and if she had any dreams they stayed neatly tucked away in dreamland, not bothering her conscious mind a bit. She was a little surprised at how she felt. She had expected to be nervous and apprehensive. Having to deal with dangerous men and engage in felonious conduct wasn't an every day occurrence, after all. But she did feel good, perhaps even a little charged up. /The excitement must be winning out over the fear/ she thought briefly. She showered quickly, only taking time to shave her legs and underarms properly. She applied a liberal coating of soothing oil to her now smooth skin once she was done with her shower, enjoying the silky feel of it. Her good feelings continued, and she dressed a little flirty that morning. She picked out some reasonably sexy underthings, sheer black panties and a frilly push-up bra that was mostly black lace. Not her sexiest things, but definitely a level or two up from Plain Jane. Next came a loose fitting aqua blouse, that showed off the cleavage the bra pushed up to good effect, and a matching skirt that wasn't quite a mini, but rode high on her thighs. A pair of moderate high heels, not her "fuck me" pumps, but way past athletic shoes or casual flats, finished off the ensemble. She looked good, and enjoyed the way she looked in the mirror for a bit before leaving to meet Brad. When Brad opened the motel room door, he managed to hide his surprise at her outfit. /Damn! She looks a lot sexier than she did yesterday, and she looked quite fuckable then. I knew she'd be ready for this, but I had no idea she'd be *this* ready!/ he thought. "Come in, come in Kris. You look good, baby. I assume you've calmed down, and you can deal with the program today without freaking out?" "Yes, Brad. I'm much calmer. I thought about what you said, and I realized it was just all that unbridled testosterone that was giving me the willies. I'm sure these guys you are dealing with just want to get business done, so no worries." /What a crock of shit! I'm still a bit worried, but I'm more excited and charged up by it today, than overwhelmed by nerves. I want things to be dangerous.../ thought Kris. /Why? Doesn't matter. Fuck it!/ The feelings boiling in the back of her brain were pushing forward more and more insistently, and getting harder to ignore. She engaged Brad in some idle chit-chat to distract herself, asking about some old friends, if he had looked them up, what they were doing now, any stupid thing she could think of that meant nothing and would occupy her mind for the moment. Brad went along with it, thinking it was just plain nervous conversation, and letting her prattle on would help her to remain calm and get started towards the final setup he had planned two days ago. "Enough chit-chat Kris, you need to get going." "OK." Kris took a deep breath, and exited the motel room. Brad stood in the doorway for a bit, to see her off. He still wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't back out, and he was relieved when the Subaru turned right out of the driveway, heading for the rendezvous, and not left, towards her house. He went back in the room, closing the door, and sat on the bed while he dialed his phone. "Hello, Brad." "Paul. Is Cameron there with you?" "Yes, yes he's here. You want to talk to him?" "No, no. I just wanted to make sure you guys were ready. She just left." "Yep, were ready and anxiously waiting. That is one hot number, Brad. I sure wouldn't be sharing her if I were you, but I'm glad I'm not you!" he laughed. "OK, bud. Be seeing you soon. Don't fuck it up!" Click. *********** Kris was back in the nasty part of town, pulling up at the crappy bungalows she had visited yesterday. The piss yellow Nova wasn't there today, it had been replaced at the curb by an ancient hulk of a pickup truck, peeling red paint where it wasn't already rusted through. She didn't quite understand why she was here, and the feeling nagged at her. /Couldn't we have gotten all this done in one trip?/ she wondered. Chema opened the door when she knocked, and today he was all business. The big Mexican looked her over, and seemed to like what he saw. At least he gave a little smile after checking her out. He was all business today, though. No flirting, no pressure to hang out and party. He didn't even invite her in. "Here's the stuff. Make sure it gets where it is supposed to." With that, he handed her the now familiar duffel, and closed the door, practically in her face. /I wonder what that was about? He sure seemed different yesterday... the hell with it, who cares anyways? Do what you gotta do!/ Kris was quickly on her way to the bikers apartment, and more than a little pleased to be getting out of that part of town. She parked in the underground garage, like she had before, but this time she noticed how clean it was. No graffiti, no trash, kept up nicely. And the cars. New cars, well maintained and expensive cars. /What the fuck? This isn't the type of place bikers rent out./ The nagging doubts were getting stronger, but still hadn't firmed up into anything she could make sense of. /Something isn't right about this, but what the hell is it?/ The trip up in the elevator gave her a few moments to think about it, and she added another puzzling clue to the mix. She realized now how much more upscale the whole neighborhood seemed than it had in the past. The people on the street had been well dressed, and not nervous at all about being there or walking around alone. The buildings still had the old look and feel, but there were obvious signs of renovation, not rotting urban decay. Her sense of something being out of place was getting quite strong. After walking down the clean, well lit hallway with it's freshly vacuumed carpet, she got the same gruff treatment at the door when she knocked, glared at from behind the still chained door. She wasn't buying it today, though. It didn't ring true. The bearded biker opened the door, and let her in. There were two other men with him in the apartment, a thin guy with wavy, well styled brown hair and a mustache that wouldn't have looked out of place on a gay porn star. He was sitting on the expensive couch. At least it sure looked expensive. The other guy had just come out of the back bedroom as she entered the apartment, a stocky, ugly man with coal black hair and a barrel chest. The same clutter was there from yesterday, except it was arranged a little differently, like it had been cleaned up and then put back. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place in Kris's head, but the picture still wasn't absolutely clear. She was nervous. Now it wasn't the nerves of someone doing illegal things, it was the tension of knowing she was being played, set up for something she didn't know about. She found this new fear quite stimulating, and wasn't about to run away before she discovered what the play was. /God, two days ago I'd have been *so* gone, I'd never have hung around to find out what the danger was, and I wouldn't be so *excited* at the possibilities. What the hell is wrong with me?/ Kris thought. That was stirring up those dark demons, though, so she shoved that thinking aside, and tried to focus on the here and now. What would happen? The "bikers" began to say their lines, and play their parts. She was sure it was an act now, and these were no bikers. She decided to go along with it. Obviously she had a role to play in this little farce, and she wasn't going to find out what it was without acting her part. The black haired one took charge, and went through the bag, while the thin guy just sat mutely on the couch, and the bearded one stood to one side looking at the performance a little nervously. "The bag is short, little lady! Have you been dipping your fingers in our shit?" "No. That is what Chema gave me, I haven't touched anything. I didn't even open it." "Bullshit! We'll just see about that. Paul, get her keys and go check out her car. I'll deal with her." The bearded one took her car keys and left. He hadn't even asked what she was driving. Did he already know? Or was he even going to bother going down to the parking garage. /What a poor performance! Brad must have set this up, but what was he thinking? Why all the bullshit?/ "OK, sexy. I'm going to check you out to make sure you aren't hiding anything on you. Lean against the wall there, with your hands up high, and your legs spread. You've seen the cop shows, I'm sure you know what to do." With a sigh, Kris went ahead and did as he asked. Bossy did a quick frisk, and then took the opportunity to feel Kris up rather thoroughly. This had been the plan all along, he knew there wasn't anything to find, other than her firm buttocks and full breasts. He certainly focused on those, much more than trying to discover anything else she might have tucked away under her clothes. He finally had enough for now, and quit his caressing probe of her body. Kris was more than a little turned on by the rough, crass treatment, even though she knew it was all an act. "OK, you're clean. I guess you must have hidden the stuff before you got here, because Chema would never short us! That is fine, bitch. You've got a nice body, we'll just have you use your assets, and I do mean ASS-ets, to pay us for what you took. Unless Paul finds the shit in your car? Is he going to find it?" "No. There isn't anything in my car to find, and I didn't take your shit. What shit are we talking about anyways?" The "biker" seemed a little flustered by her question, he was expecting her to be a little more meek and vulnerable, and she wasn't quite behaving as he expected her to. She was still going with the program, though, so he blustered on ahead. "Drugs and money. Both. We're short about a quarter ounce, and several hundred bucks. Maybe you gave it to your boyfriend, Brad, huh? If Paul doesn't bring it back..." It clicked. The beer bottles strewn around the place were imports, not the sort of cheap stuff bikers would be drinking. The apartment was too nice, the furnishings too expensive. It finally all added up. Brad had set her up to relive the time he had shared her with the bikers to pay off a debt! Except those had been real bikers, and that debt had been very real. This was all phony. A total sham. She even realized she recognized Chema, and wondered why she hadn't before. He was on TV all the time, shilling for a charity that helped young men get out of gangs. /Shit! I wonder what the "drugs" we snorted really were?/ She was still excited, but the fear was gone. Now she knew what was supposed to happen, and the thought of it was quite stimulating. She was going to get fucked! Three guys, when Paul came back, four counting Brad, who should show up soon to get in on the action. /Wow! A full blown gang bang. I shouldn't be turned on by that, but I am. I've been so fucking bored! I'm tired of being the dutiful housewife, and I have been for years, I was just afraid to admit it. Let's rock, boys! I'll make your wet dreams seem tame.../ Paul came back, supposedly from checking her car, but she realized that not only had he not asked what she was driving, she hadn't given him the key code to the electronic locks. There was no way he'd been in her car, even if he had figured out which one it was. She put on her game face, and began acting nervous, so the show would continue. She didn't want to spoil the fun now! "Nothing in her car, Cameron. The bitch must have given it to Brad already." "OK, sweets. You are going to play hostess for us, until we get hold of your double-dealing boyfriend. If you act real nice, and give us a bit of a show, maybe we won't take it out of your ass!" Cameron laughed. He did a good job of it, the best of the three at acting out the scene, although the thin one still wasn't talking, probably afraid he'd blow his lines. She wondered what these guys really did for a living. Paul obviously wasn't an actor. Cameron had pulled out a pistol from somewhere, and set it on the table next to the couch, obviously making sure Kris saw it. Crude intimidation. She let herself be intimidated, even though she was sure the gun was either unloaded or a fake. At Cameron's insistence, she took off her blouse and skirt, acting very reluctant and nervous while she did so, and proceeded to get them beers and snacks from the fridge while they watched sports on a large, expensive flat screen TV. The TV was another clue, and the contents of the fridge was even further proof she was right - a bottle of expensive wine, top shelf steaks, and other gourmet foods that cost a bundle. These were no bikers, that was sure. for sure. There was no danger here, she could just leave any time she wanted to. /They won't do shit to me, unless I let them. I can go... I don't *want* to go, though. I want to get dicked! God, I'm wet already just thinking about it. Hurry up, Brad, get here so we can get it on!/ When the game on TV was over, which wasn't long as it had been near the end of the last quarter when they first tuned in, the men shut it off, and turned on some loud rock music. "Dance for us, bitch! Get your sexy groove on. Let us see you move it like you know what to do with it!" Kris complied. She had always loved dancing, and hard rock, and when AC/DC came on, she really got into it. She even got up on the coffee table, and danced like a stripper would. The guys were hooting and howling, and they didn't have to fake anything about having a good time oggling her body, and the ways she could move it. The party was on! There was a knock at the door. /There's Brad, right on schedule,/ thought Kris. Cameron was still playing his role well. "That better be your boyfriend, bitch." He didn't bother with the chain at the door bit this time, Kris noticed. He just opened it up. There was Brad, doing his best to look worried. He did a very credible acting job when he came in. "Kris! What the fuck? Oh, God, they haven't done anything to you, have they?" Kris played along. "Nnnnooo... they haven't... yet..." she stammered. She was quite proud of her performance, all the guys were buying it without question. "Cameron! What the hell, man! Why have you been keeping her here? Why do you have her half naked? This is no way to do business!" Kris kept her mouth shut, and tried not to look amused as they played things out for her benefit, clueless that she had already seen the script, and knew how the last act ended. "You shorted us! We are going to get our money's worth, even if it has to come out of her pretty little ass." "I didn't short you!" "Then why was the bag light, man? Very light!" Kris tuned the rest of it out, and huddled in the corner, covering her heaving breasts with crossed arms as if she didn't want to be so exposed, doing her best to seem timid and frightened. She really wanted to rip the bra off, and expose her rock hard nipples to all four of them, and have them sucked, and pinched, and nibbled. /Soon enough! Don't blow it, let them say their lines, and think they suckered me. I'll be sucking cock soon enough!/ It didn't take too long. Cameron waved the gun around, and told Brad in no uncertain terms that either they got the missing drugs and money, or it was time for Kris to be the payment for them. Brad looked sorrowful as he came over to Kris and begged her, just like he had all those years ago, to do the "bikers" so they would forgive the debt. "Please, Kris. I'm so sorry I got you involved in this, but I think they'll take what they want anyways. Go along with it, and I'll never forget you..." he looked like he was about to cry. /He really *is* a good bullshit artist,/ thought Kris while she listened to his spiel. /What a load of crap! Now to go ahead and be convinced.../ "Oh, God, Brad. I should never forgive you for this! I know it isn't your fault, but you are the reason I got involved in this shit. I do forgive you, though. I'll do this, but only because I think I'd get raped anyways, not because you asked. Don't ever ask me for a favor again..." she sobbed a little, then perked her head up, putting on a "brave face". "OK, guys, I'm yours..." she whispered. Their delight was obvious. /She fucking fell for it! I knew it, but who could be sure until it happened.../ thought Brad. The music was turned back on, and Kris was ordered to dance again. They "made" her take off the rest of her clothes as she danced, and felt her up and teased her while they made her get more beers and snacks in between songs. Finally Cameron threw her roughly on the couch, and pulled a very hard cock out of his pants, thrusting it in her face. "Suck on it, bitch." It was on! She willingly took his throbbing member into her mouth, and started giving him a blowjob to rival the one she had given the cop the other day. /I wonder if the cop was in on this? He had to be.../ Kris gave up all pretense of being scared, and just went with her emotions. She wanted to get fucked, fucked hard and rough, by these men, and she was going to be. /And just to fuck with Brad, I'm going to swallow everyone's cum, except for his!/ Kris thought wickedly. Cameron didn't last long under her expert oral skills, and blew his load within minutes. Kris let the first few shots go straight in her mouth, then pulled him out so everyone could see him shoot on her tongue, and then let the last dribbles of semen coat her lips and chin. She licked it up with exaggerated motions, and made it obvious to the transfixed onlookers that she swallowed all of it. The taste of Cameron's cum wasn't as bad as she had thought it might be, unlike the sour acrid spunk the motorcycle cop had filled her mouth with, but it wasn't great. The thought of letting someone cum in her mouth was so dirty, though, and seeing the look on the guys faces when she licked her lips and swallowed really got her juices flowing. Especially knowing she was going to deny that pleasure to Brad, that fucker! The thin guy had his cock out, and had been jacking it while he watched her blow Cameron, so she sucked him off next. He had a needle dick, long and thin, and it pressed right to the back of her throat. Kris wrapped her hand around the base of it to keep it from going too deep and bruising her throat. She gave him the same expert treatment she had given Cameron, swirling tongue and all. He stayed silent, and she had no other clues about when he was going to cum, his cock just erupted into her mouth. He only shot two pulses, but there was a lot of cum in both, and it was thick stuff, almost gluey. He tasted different than Cameron had, but still quite sour. She stuck out her tongue to show off the puddle of thick spunk on it, before exaggeratedly swallowing it, enjoying putting on a show for such an attentive audience. She turned to Paul, and had his cock out of his pants and into her hungry mouth in no time. Paul had a nice cock, thick and meaty, not too long, she could fit the whole thing in without gagging, but it stretched her lips some with its girth. She couldn't really give him the full swirly technique, because it was hard to get her tongue to go around it while it was in her mouth. She settled for pulling it out occasionally, and licking it like an ice cream cone, and swirling the head outside, before sucking it back into her mouth. All the guys, especially Brad, were staring at her while she did this, and it made her feel like some porn slut in a nasty movie, being watched so intensely. She liked feeling that way. When it was obvious Paul was about to cum, she pulled him out and jacked him with just the head of his fat dick sitting on her outstretched tongue. He groaned, and proceeded to nearly drown her with an almost constant stream of sticky white goo, blasting to the back of her mouth and bouncing off her tonsils. She had to close her mouth and gulp to keep from gagging or letting all of it run back out, and while she had her lips closed, he shot another streamer of spunk right across her whole face, from her chin to her forehead, even getting some in her hair. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "That's some fucking talented tongue you got there, bitch!" He was still playing his role, but the look on his face was almost apologetic for being so crude. Kris wiped up the streamer of cum from her face, and watched the guys eyes fasten on her as she licked her fingers clean. Paul's cum was actually not bad tasting, a little on the sweet side, where the others had been sour. /Either it is an acquired taste and I'm getting used to it, or the guys spunk all tastes different, and some of it isn't so bad.../ Kris thought, as she cleaned the rest of it up, and made sure it went down the hatch. Cameron spoke up quickly, his voice a little husky with lust, "Don't forget your boyfriend, bitch, we wouldn't want to have him feel left out, would we? Besides, I like watching you suck a dick, you could turn pro!" Kris turned to Brad, who already had his cock out expectantly. She didn't give him her best effort, no swirling tongue at all, but even a mediocre blowjob is pretty good, and Brad wasn't complaining. She did get him all in, and while she was tempted to let her teeth go, just a little, she decided that refusing to take his cum would be punishment enough, and worked his cock over without scraping or biting it. She gave him extra drool, nice and sloppy, which soaked his underwear and pants, since he had just whipped it out through his fly. Brad really didn't care about that right then, the sloppy factor was quite enjoyable, and the noises it created went straight to his brain. Cameron and Paul noticed the growing puddle, though, and chuckled a little under their breath, sure she was doing it on purpose to get back at Brad for being such an asshole. Brad tried to grab the back of her head when the moment arrived, and shoot his load in her mouth where the other guys had, but Kris was ready for him. She coughed, and pulled back quickly, avoiding his grasp. Brad's cock was ejected from her mouth, and she quickly pointed it right back at him, away from her face. He shot three or four hard pulses of cum, most of it going right across his fancy dress shirt, making quite a mess, but one of them was strong enough to actually reach his face. A couple drops from the extreme end of the stream actually went right in his own wide open groaning mouth! He gagged and spit went drooling down his chin, adding to the mess on his shirt, as Cameron and Paul burst out laughing. Kris barely managed to restrain her own laughter, but couldn't help but smirk as she thought /Serves you right, you bastard! Now you know what it's like to be the bitch./ "Damn, girl, that was fucking hilarious!" shouted Cameron. Paul even chipped in with "Now you know what you've been asking the girls to do for you all these years, Brad!" Mr. Anonymous stayed silent, but he was smiling, the largest reaction she'd seen from him so far. Brad couldn't say shit, thinking he still had to play his role, although he really wanted to smack the shit out of all of them. /I'll pay back you fuckers later.../ Cameron caressed Kris's face, still chuckling, and said "Kris, you are one sexy, spirit filled lady, and I'd sure never get you into a tight spot like this if you were mine. I'm glad Brad here owes us big, though, because I am really going to enjoy fucking you. I want to stick my cock so far up your pussy, you can taste it!" Kris wanted it, too. She was ready for a hard dicking, her pussy soaking wet and swollen. Getting even with Brad had been an added charge, but being here with four guys, sucking cocks like a common whore, and swallowing cum had really gotten her motor turning. /There's no going back now... I'm a slut!/ she thought as she lay back on the sofa, and spread herself wide for Cameron and his cock. Watching Kris had been quite stimulating, and Cameron was more than ready to go again, his dick hard as a steel pipe. He wasted no time with foreplay, he knew a ready to rock pussy when he saw one, and Kris was obviously good for the game. He climbed up over her, and thrust inside, parting her lips like a hot knife cutting through butter. Her pussy felt fantastic! Tight, hot, wet, clamping fiercely as though it was trying to hold him inside forever and never let go. He was glad she had sucked him off before, or he was sure he'd have blown his load on that first entry, it felt so damn good. He took some of his weight on his elbows, but mostly let it press down right on his dick. He started spearing her hard, thrusting with all the energy he could summon, smacking their pubic bones together almost painfully each time he bottomed out. She met him on every thrust, bucking her hips back at him. Their fucking bordered on violence, her velvety softness and his spongy tumescence almost a lie given the intensity of their actions. "Oh, fuck me. FUCK ME!" Kris yelled, unable to restrain her passion under Cameron's pounding. "Yeah, bitch! Take that cock. TAKE IT! I'm going to tickle your tonsils! Fuck, FUCK!" He started roughly mauling her tits, while keeping up the relentless pace of his thrusting. He pinched and scratched and bit at them, like a hungry animal worrying a bone for the marrow inside. Even having blown his load earlier, he couldn't keep up the intensity of their fucking for long, and the finale was as violent as the rest of the act had been. He couldn't make up his mind if he should pull out and cum, or pump her pussy full, and his indecision decided for him. He let his whole weight go, and pressed his cock as deep into her womb as he could, their bodies mashed together so tightly as to almost be one flesh. Kris could feel each pulse as he shot his cum, his body shivering with each ejaculation. "Oh, God, YES! Take that spunk, bitch! If you're fertile, you're a mommy now! AAAHHHHHH!" Even though she was on the pill, the thought of this big ugly man she barely knew making a baby in her was more than enough to push Kris over the edge. If they could have gotten any closer, they did, as she pulled him in and pumped her hips back at him with every ounce of muscle she had, her pussy clenching and milking his cock like a machine. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck a *BABY* in ME!" she squealed. She couldn't believe she had said that! They both collapsed, totally spent. Cameron pulled out, and let the others get a good look at the raw, swollen hole that was Kris's pussy, battered and leaking. The thin guy knelt at the edge of the couch, and stuck two fingers into Kris. He worked them around some, and pulled them out coated with slime. He offered them to her, and she took them into her mouth and sucked them clean. Kris noticed that Cameron's cum tasted better when mixed with her own juices. The fingers were dipped in again, and he had her clean them, and then did it once more. She hoped Brad was feeling green with envy, since she wouldn't take his cum in her mouth, yet she had taken all the others, and here she was licking it off of fingers fresh from her well fucked pussy. He certainly seemed to enjoy watching her do it, and so did the others. Needle dick seemed satisfied now, having reduced the amount of sperm in her cunt by quite a bit, although she was still very sloppy. He stabbed that long thin prick into her pussy, and it went deeper than any guy had ever gotten before, the head pressing right at the entrance of her womb when he bottomed out. If anyone was likely to knock someone up, it was this guy, his tool seemed to be made to squirt into the depths and shorten the journey to the eggs to a mere walk across the street. He fucked her with abandoned rapid thrusts, frequently slipping out completely. He didn't care, he just kept thrusting away, rubbing his cock against her thighs, between her lips, up over her mound, across her clit, smearing her fluids and the remnants of Cameron's cum over everything, and letting his dick stab back inside whenever it happened to line back up. This totally blew Kris's mind, she'd never had anyone do anything like it before, and each rub through her lips, and contact with her clit, lit fires inside her. He had just roughly bumped her clit, setting her off on an intense orgasm, when he started to cum himself. Again, she had no clue he was about to spunk, he made no noise and didn't jerk or move any differently than he had while he was pounding away, he just started shooting. This time he shot many more times than twice, and he still shot a lot. The first large glob hit right on her throbbing clit, warm and sticky, and her first orgasm stretched into a second, something that had never happened to her before. Still shooting, he managed to shove his cock inside her cunt, and spurt the rest of his copious load inside, riding her clamping convulsions out to a cathartic conclusion for the both of them. /That had to be the best fuck I've ever had!/ thought Kris, as she sank further into the sofa, nearly exhausted. The thin man's cock slipped out of her hole easily, followed by a thick, slimy blob of custard like semen, with much more still inside. Her whole pubic area was a smeary mess of juice and spunk. Paul took a look at that, and said "I'm not fucking her sloppy like that, man!" "No problem," said Cameron. "Kris, flip your slutty ass over!" Kris knew what was about to happen, and flipped over, presenting her ass high in the air. Cameron grabbed a jar of Vaseline, dripped his fingers into it and gathered up a big gob, and smeared her anus with it. "There ya go, bro! Just add some more your damn self, do I have to serve it up on a platter for you?" Cameron chuckled. Kris looked over at Brad, who seemed stunned. He looked on with lust, and perhaps a little concern, too. He was obviously enjoying the show, but it had been a little more intense than he had planned for, and it wasn't over. /Should I stop this before she gets hurt? No, she isn't complaining, and I can't blow it, or she'll hate me for sure.../ Paul gooped a little more Vaseline out of the jar, and shoved his coated finger right into Kris's tight pucker, making sure it was well lubed. He smeared a little more on his raging hard on, the sight of Cameron pounding Kris's pussy like a mad man had really turned him on, and the performance by needle dick had added fuel to the fire. He was so excited he had even given thought to sticking his dick right in the sloppy mess of her steamy, semen filled front door, but he was glad to be going for the back entrance. He liked a good ass fuck, and really didn't want to have his cock coated with other men's cum. He had to work a little to force the head of his fat dick past her sphincter muscles, but once he had that done, the rest of him slid in slick as can be. He took things slow, knowing that good anal takes patience, letting the woman adjust and loosen up making it so much better. He could just tear that ass up, but he liked it when the girl got off, too, and she won't if you just rip into it. He sunk it all the way in, and let it sit for a minute, before he slowly began to slide it back out. He didn't pull all the way out, not wanting to lose ground already gained and have to force the head back in past the tight muscles. A nice easy rhythm, stroking slowly but surely deep inside and then almost all the way back out again, like the wheel pistons on a train when it starts to leave the station and hasn't yet built up any speed. Kris liked a good ass fucking, too, and could tell Paul knew what he was doing. She could feel her wet pussy dripping, each deep thrust of that fat cock in her back door pushing against the walls and squeezing out the thick cum inside along with her own flowing juices. It felt great! She wasn't sure why, but a hard dick in her ass always pressed on a place in her pussy that just didn't quite get stimulated from a straight forward poking, and it did things to her nerves that turned her knees to jelly. She started fingering her sloppy box, tickling Paul's cock through the thin wall in between, and getting that special spot some extra attention. Paul responded by speeding up, and grabbing her hips so he could really thrust deep. Paul lasted a lot longer than Cameron or the thin guy had, but then he had started slow and worked his way to intensity without rushing things. The end was no less inevitable for all the difference in pace, the sensations rose to the point of satiation, and Paul plunged his prick to the hilt one last time, just as Kris's knees gave out. They both squealed as they fell, pressed flat against the couch, pinned together in a shuddering mass, Paul's prick pinched tightly in Kris's puckered anus as he pumped out his second load of seed while she shuddered and came as well. They both lay for a moment, unable or unwilling to move, until Paul finally eased off, and his cock sprang free with a pop. Now Brad had a choice. If he wanted to fuck Kris, he could do her in either hole, but both her pussy and her ass were now sloppy with semen. He was trembling with excitement. The whole scene, in spite of being a bullshit setup, had been so erotic, way better than the first time with the real bikers. /God, I couldn't have asked for things to go any better! Sloppy seconds is a small price to pay.../ Kris rolled over, groaning, her holes both looking well used, obviously leaking. "Your turn, stud." Brad didn't even hear the sarcasm in her voice, he was so oblivious, well into his fantasy of the flawless setup and the perfect slutty performance by Kris. He mounted her without finesse, choosing the front entrance, and pussy farts bubbled sperm out around his cock as he slid it easily into her well stretched hole. Kris lay there like a dead fish, completely spent and feeling nothing, while Brad went to town, rapidly thrusting into her with total abandon, sure he was doing a great job of it. He came quickly, the small amount he shot lost in the slimy mess the previous cocks had already made. Everyone was silent and awkward after that. Clothes got sorted out and put back on. The players tried to complete the rest of the scene, even though Kris obviously didn't care any more. "Guess we can call that paid in full, Brad." "OK. I think we'll go now." Kris did notice that Cameron slipped a piece of paper in her purse when Brad wasn't looking. She hoped it was his phone number. They could have a laugh when she told him she'd known the whole scene was bullshit, and fucked them anyways. Then they could fuck again. If it was his number, she was definitely going to call. She was back to her old ways, needing excitement now. /Hell, even Cameron, Paul, and Mr. Anonymous won't be enough! I'm going to have to do something.../ She drove Brad back to the Blue Duck Motel, letting him out in front, and when he started to make a lame attempt at a fake apology, she just floored the Subaru and drove off towards home. ************* /Damn, what a weekend!/ Brad thought. /I wonder what Kris will think when she finds out I'm now an insurance salesman.../ If he only knew! Kris couldn't have cared less, she was busy plotting a new secret life. She knew now that she had been far too boring, far too untrue to her nature. Her life as a plain housewife was over. She loved her husband, and all the nice things he could give her, so she would try to be careful, but she needed to take risks, to do exciting things, to be a slut - and to get fucked like one. /Maybe I'll be a stripper for private parties? An exclusive outcall escort? Pick up strange men at the airport? A drug smuggling wench? I'll think of something.../ DV http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/