Cum on My Face Book

by wetfly6969

(fM+, cum fetish, prost, blackmail, slut)

Amanda smiled, watching as the man she knew only as Jim dressed.
She could feel the cooling drop of cum oozing down the side of
her face, pooling just inside of her ear.  She lightly panted,
lying naked, arms thrust above her head; her body damp with
perspiration.  He was older, more than twice her age but had a
nice body, better than most of the men she's been with.

He noticed her staring and returned the smile.  "You need a ride
somewhere?"

"No, I'm okay.  I just want to rest a little before going home,"
she replied knowing the night wasn't over.

"You were great," he said walking over to kiss her, slipping his
tongue briefly past her lips.  She sighed, sucking it further
inside, grasping the back of his head with her hand, pulling him
closer to her.  She felt his hand on her breast and moaned into
his mouth.

Gently pulling away, he kissed the bridge of her nose, the only
place on her face not covered with his cum and stood.  "If you
keep that up I might have to fuck you again," he added with a
wink, using his thumb to wipe the dollop of cum from her left
eye.

Smiling, she parted her legs, tracing her index finger slowly
from her neck, between her heaving breasts to below her navel
before slipping the finger inside of her moistened hole.  His
eyes followed her movements, swallowing hard as her hand made
contact with her sex.  "You can fuck me again, if you want to,"
she breathed hoarsely pinching her right nipple with her free
hand.  "Just like I said, you have an hour."

He glanced at the motel room clock.  6:46. His wife was expecting
him home for diner and he was already 15 minutes late.  Looking
back at the sexy young girl he knew what he had to do.  Kicking
off his shoes, his shirt and pants were removed within seconds as
he climbed back into bed with the young slut he met just met on
the internet two days earlier.

She moaned as his hardened cock fully penetrated her once again.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she began rotating her hips
in tune with his rapid thrusts.  The first time he fucked her was
for both of their pleasure.  This time it is for his alone and he
needed to cum in a hurry.

The bed squeaked out a rhythmic song as the springs protested the
brutal battering.  Grunts echoed throughout the dingy room as he
neared completion.  His fingers dug into her soft flesh, holding
her ass off the bed as his groin pounded fast and hard against
hers.  She arched her back, allowing for deeper penetration and
squealed as she felt his teeth on her nipple.

His loud roaring groan signaled what she had been waiting for. 
"On my face, please cum on my face..." she groaned feeling him
quickly pulling his cock from her, moving along her body and
jerking on his engorged cock.   She smiled as streams of sperm
streaked across her face, coating her further.  Using the head of
his cock, he smeared the semen along her face, panting.  Sitting
back, he lowered his butt to her chest, both breathed heavily. 
She was clammy and his balls stuck to her breasts as he looked
down at her slime-covered face.  Minutes passed before he pulled
away and stared into her dark brown eyes.

"You're something else, you know that?" he asked sitting back on
his heels to look at her.  She smiled looking over her rising and
falling breasts at his dripping cock, watching as it continued to
shrink.  Reaching for it with her foot, she flicked it, feeling
the residual cum sluggishly dripping down the arch to her heel.

"I can't stay any longer," he said noticing it was now 7 o'clock
and he had to rush home.  She continued flicking it with her
toes, smiling as it twitched from time to time wanting to return
to its former hardened state.

Climbing out of bed, he redressed, not wanting to look at her for
fear he wouldn't leave.  His wife will already be angry with him
for being so late now.  Another round with the young slut would
surely put him in the dog house.  Tying his shoes; he finally
looked at her.

"Can we do this again sometime?" he asked giving her a sly smile.

Staring at him she wanted to very much, but she couldn't, she's
got her rules.  "I'm sorry, but I can't," she said looking at his
well chiseled features.  "I only have sex with a guy once."

"But we did it twice," he replied winking.

"Only one date.  You can fuck me as much as you want, but after
that, I can't see you again."

"Why not?  I really like you."

"That's just my rule."

"Rules were made to be broken, right?"

"Not this rule.  Maybe sometime later, but not now."

"When?  I don't mind waiting for a while."

"I dunno, just keep checking my Facebook page.  When I decide to
date my favorite guys again, I'll let you know."

"Am I one of your favorite guys?"

She smiled with a nod.  Smiling back, he walked over to kiss her
once again, pushing the tip of his tongue between her lips.  He
felt a chill as she sucked it once again into her mouth.  "You're
being a naughty girl, Mandy," he said rising.  "I wish I had more
time `cause I'd sure love to fuck you again."

Smiling mischievously, she spread her legs, feeling a thick
dribble of fresh semen sliding down her jaw line onto her hair. 
Sighing, he backed away.  "I can't.  As much as I want to, I
really can't."

"Too bad, it's your loss," she replied closing her legs.

She's quiet the little slut he thought shaking his head,
scrutinizing her body.  Her profile says she's 16, but she looks
younger, very immature features and it's obvious her breasts are
still growing.  The wisps of public hair could be just well
trimmed, or maybe they haven't filled in yet.  She's absolutely
beautiful, but if he had met her on the street, he wouldn't have
fucked her.  She looks too much like jail bait, but meeting her
in the motel room with her dressed so sexily, he couldn't turn
her down.

Reaching for the door knob, he stole one last glance of her
before leaving.  She heaved a sigh before swinging her legs from
the bed, heading for the bathroom to clean up.  Staring into the
mirror, she smiled at the cum-covered face beaming back.  Her
hair was plastered to her forehead, wet and dry cum beaded on her
skin, eye liner ran down her face and her skin had that crusty
look.

"That's three," she whispered to herself with a smile.  "Or is it
four since Jim came twice?" she corrected herself with a giggle
before smearing the last of the wetness along her cheeks until it
became gritty.

Starting the shower for the third time and quickly washed off,
careful not to wet her hair.  There wouldn't be time to redo it.
Humming, she turned her cell phone on and smiled as it chimed
that she had 15 voice messages.  One by one she listened to them;
erasing the 11 from men she's fucked before wanting to see her
again.  One was from her mother telling her she had to work late
and to make something for dinner and the other three were from
new men she met through facebook and singled out for sex.

Dialing the first number, she frowned when she got his voice mail
and hung up without leaving a message.  The next number was a
Mexican named Hector and claimed to have an eight-inch cock that
he wanted to fuck her with.  He was expecting her call and she
quickly gave him the motel name and room number, she was told to
expect him within twenty minutes.

Glance at the clock, she figured she had enough time to do one
more after Hector and called the third number on the list.  Henry
was excited to hear from her and they made arrangements to meet
at nine o'clock.  Giving him the name of the motel, she informed
him that she'd call him with the room number later.  She didn't
want this guy showing up too early and interrupting her time with
Hector.

Pulling her computer from her backpack, she began typing her blog
about the encounter with Jim.  For the past five months she's
kept detailed information about each of her 186 lovers, including
cock size, physical appearances, where they had sex, what they
did and even gave them a rating one through ten.  The higher the
rating, the more likely she's fuck them again in the future. 
Jim, number 187, she gave a nine as he was nice and she really
enjoyed how much cum he could shoot.

Putting her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes,
coming down from the high she usually gets from having a new
lover.  It's very exciting, thrilling and so addictive.  Lately
the buzz isn't as strong and doesn't last as long as when she
first started but by doing it more often, she gets close to the
same sensation as before.

Smiling she thought of the first time she met someone for sex on
the internet just after the New Year.  Two weeks earlier her
boyfriend broke up with her.  They went to a Christmas party the
night before the breakup and he wanted her to have sex with two
of his friends.  Even though she didn't want to, she did because
she loved him and he asked her to.  He dumped her afterward for
being a "slut" and she was crushed.

A week later she turned to the internet for comfort, where she
met someone on Facebook and he asked her out.  He was 23, and
very good looking.  Not wanting to concern him about her being 10
years younger, she told him she was 16 and they set up a date. 
Within two hours, they were in a hotel room, ripping each other's
clothes off and fucking like nothing she had experienced before.
For the first time in her young life she had an orgasm through
sex and it felt great.

The next day she was once again on Facebook looking for another
conquest and quickly agreed to meet a business man from out of
town at his hotel.  He was much older than her mother, but it
didn't matter, he knew how to make love and soon had her
squirming under him.  She came again that night and felt
butterflies in her stomach for an hour.  She was hooked.

It was a couple of days later when she met with Larry, a mechanic
who smelled like old motor oil as they fucked.  She wasn't
enjoying it as much as the other two until he suddenly pulled his
cock from her and began shooting his cum on her face. 
Immediately she felt a rush, as memories of Duane filled her head
and she came hard without anything touching her pussy.

That was the best orgasm she ever experienced as she lay there
for hours relishing in the sensation of the dried sperm flaking
on her face.  It felt tight as she smiled remembering the times
with Duane.  Not wanting to clean her face to soon, she stared
into the bathroom mirror for the longest time.  She now knew what
she was looking for from sex.

Posting a sexy picture with the message that she `was looking for
sex', she quickly began getting a lot of contacts and within a
week, she had 34 friends.  By Valentine's she had over 100 and
getting more every day.  She set out screening the men for sex
and was meeting someone new everyday after school.  On Saturdays,
she would meet two before her mother got home from work, each one
shooting their cum on her face.

It wasn't long before she needed more.  The excitement wasn't the
same and it lacked the sensation she was looking for.  By early
March she was arranging to meet with two guys after school and
three or four guys on Saturday.  That satisfied her for a while,
but it wasn't long before she craved more.

The ringing cell phone broke her thoughts and she noticed it was
the number from the man she called first.  His profile listed him
as a really hot looking college guy and she answered it trying to
sound as sexy and mature as she could.  Brad wanted to make a
date for tonight, but she told him she can't.  There wouldn't be
enough time after Henry to meet with him and be home before her
mother left work at 11.  He begged, saying how much he really
wanted to meet her, and how beautiful she was.  She hung up
saying she would think about it and would call him with the room
number if she decided.  As she set the phone down there was a
knock at the door.  Hector was early but she wasn't ready.

"Just a minute," she called out reaching for the towel.  She
didn't have time to slip on the teddy that she greeted the other
men with, not that it stayed on for very long, but it made her
look really  hot.  No make up, her hair in disarray and wearing a
motel towel, she opened the door for the grinning, dark-skinned
Mexican with the thick mustache.

Giving out a soft whistle, he stepped inside staring at her. 
"You're much prettier than your pictures."

"Thanks," she said closing the door.  Taking her into his arms,
he hugged her, pulling her tightly against his chest.  His manly
scent of sweat and body odors tickled her nose as he broke their
embrace, crushing her lips with his.  She sighed, feeling his
hand fumbling with the front of the towel, releasing it as it
fell to the floor, leaving her nude and exposed.
"You're beautiful," he said holding her at arm's length to see
her nakedness.  A few months ago she would have been embarrassed
standing there before him like that, but since so many men have
seen her naked, she only slightly blushed.  Leaning over, he
sucked her lime-sized breast into his mouth, stretching it as it
filled his mouth.  She exhaled noisily, bringing her hand behind
his head.

"They're the perfect size," he said releasing it with a loud
smack.  "Any more than a mouthful is a waste," he added bending
over to kiss the nipple of the neglected breast.  "Allow me to
take a quick shower," he said moving away.  "I want to be fresh
for you."  Smiling, she pointed to the bathroom and went to wait
on the bed.

Opening her computer she checked her account, noticing several
more messages from guys answering her ad.  Smiling, she set out
responding to as many as she could until the shower stopped. 
Putting her laptop away, she reclined against the wall, parting
her legs invitingly.

Emerging from the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, he
stopped at the doorway to savor the beauty of the young white
girl offering herself to men on the internet.  He had been
cautious at first, wondering if it were a trick as so few girls
are willing to do shit like this, well, for free anyway.  It took
three phone calls before he agreed and she actually did phone sex
with him last night.

Approaching, he dropped the towel, allowing his hardened manhood
to swing about as he neared.  Her eye focused on the prize,
smiling as she wasn't disappointed.  So many guys have lied about
their size it's refreshing to find one telling the truth. 
Hopefully the other claim he made was true as well.

He was very vocal, mumbling words in Spanish and grunting loudly
as if he were in great pain.  The thrusts were hard, driving fast
and deep into her as the bed frame tapped against the wall like a
metronome, keeping a regular tempo until he neared another
orgasm.  It would be his third in less than twenty minutes and
she was feeling cheated.  Each time she neared her peak, he'd
stop, coating her face with his seed before reinserting his cock
into her then resting until she felt his cock twitching to life.

Sweat dripped onto her like drops of rain as he panted, holding
himself above her to take in her beauty once again.  Even with
her face unseen through layers of cum, she was very pretty and
had a very sexy body.  Their organs were locked together; bodies
touching from the waist down as he smiled through the bushy black
hair covering his upper lip.  Giving a half smile, she felt his
cock shrinking and turned toward the clock wondering if his hour
was up.

She sighed noticing he had about 20 minutes left of the time she
promised.  "I gotta use the bathroom," she muttered trying to get
him off of her.  Slowly he rolled over, pulling his flaccid cock
from her and flopped to the bed next to her.  She could feel the
wetness dripping from her face with each step and quickly closed
the bathroom door, leaning against the counter.

Fifteen minutes of fucking should be enough to make her cum, but
by stopping after each time, she only felt frustrated and
annoyed.  He came off as some great Latin lover and she really
looked forward to having sex with him, hoping that he could be
the one to give her that butterfly feeling again.  Sighing, she
reached for the wash cloth to clean up.  He came a lot and more
than doubled what the other three men did, even with Jim cumming
twice.  Once cleaned, she headed for the toilet to pee.

As she wiped, she jerked slightly from the touch to her tender
clitoris.  She was right on the edge and was tempted to bring
herself off, just once, but that would defeat the purpose of
meeting with the men.  She wanted, no needed the feel of a hard
cock inside of her making her scream out in pleasure.  Sighing,
she looked down at her wanting hole.

The region around the opening was puffy, reddened and very warm
to the touch.  Taking a cold rag, she held it to her pussy more
to cool it than for cleaning.  She could feel the warmth through
the towel and trembled.  This guy wasn't the one and it was time
to get rid of him and try out Henry.  She'll tell him it was time
for her to go home and ask him he had to leave.

Leaving the bathroom she noticed Hector still in the bed, on his
back and slowly stroking his engorged erection.  She sighed,
looking at the swollen member filling his hand.  "I think I'm
done for tonight," she said standing next to the bed.  "I got to
go home now."

"WHAT?!  You said I could fuck you all I wanted for an hour."

"I know, but I'm kinda tired now," she said taking a step back as
he sat up.

"You promised.  You're not going back on your promise, are you?"

"You came three times already.  Isn't that enough?"

"Not with a beautiful seniorita like you," he replied reaching
for her hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss.  "I came all
this way to see you so you should do what you promised.  Come
back to bed and let me make love to you once again," he added
pulling on her arm.  "One more time, okay?"

Reluctantly she allowed him to pull her to the bed, moving her
around onto her hands and knees as he got behind her.  Dropping
her chest to the bed, she waited as he poked around her tender
opening until the head slipped inside.  She let out a soft grunt
as he pushed further in and grasped the loose sheet as he began
thrusting back and forth.

This position is usually her favorite as it hits her in all the
right spots, but for now, it's simply rubbing her raw.  Her heart
wasn't into it right now and no matter what he did, he wouldn't
be able to make her cum.  She was sure of that but she felt she
owed it to him to cum one more time.  After all, he did drive 30
miles to meet with her.

His pace increased, his hands squeezed her hips as his thighs
repeatedly slammed against her rocking body.  Her eyes focused on
the clock, watching as the digital minutes changed one after
another.  Six minutes.  That's how long he lasted his forth time.
Usually she'd feel angry about a guy finishing so fast, but this
time she was glad it was over.

His cum dripped down her chin, falling to her neck as he backed
away panting.  Collapsing to the bed, she pulled the pillow
closer, hugging it to her chest, waiting for him to leave.  She
felt his hand on her leg as he gently rubbed it.  "Thank you," he
whispered, stretching over her body to kiss her.  She turned her
head as his lips touched her cheek.  She didn't move as he left
the bed, heading toward the bathroom to shower again.

Reaching for her computer, she entered the information about
Hector, scoring him a two.  She'd defiantly not fuck him again. 
It was more like work having sex with him and she didn't really
enjoy it much.  If he had made her cum at least once, it would
have been okay, but it seemed that she was there only to
masturbate his cock with her pussy before using her face as a
target for his semen.  Normally that would have been enough to
set her off, but lately it's taking more.  Hearing the water shut
off, she closed her laptop and put it away.

He emerged dripping water searching for his towel.  They locked
eyes and he smiled at her.  "Maybe we can go out sometime, like
on a real date or something," he said drying his hair.

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"I don't see a guy twice.  That's my rule."

"That's a dumb rule.  Why would you make that?  I'd like very
much to take you to a nice dinner and maybe go dancing."

"I'm only 16; I can't get into a club."

"We'll make our own music," he added leaning over to kiss her. 
His cum on her face had cleared or dripped off and she kept her
lips tight and unresponsive as his tongue pushed against the
barricade.  He wanted to French kiss, but she just wanted him to
leave.  He had his fun and now it's time to go.  "Don't be like
that!" he barked pulling away.  "You were all hot and wanting it
and now you're acting like this?  What the fuck is that all
about?"

"I'm just tired.  I'm ready to go home."

"Fuck that shit.  You ain't gunna treat me like that,
understand?"

"Hector, please leave.  I need to get home," she said noticing
his hand going to his cock.  He was hard once again and now
playing with it.  "No more sex."

"You promised me I could fuck you all I wanted and I want more."

"I'm not going to fuck you again.  You're done."

"The hell I am," he said pushing her backward and moving onto the
bed.

"Don't do this, Hector.  Just leave, okay?"

"Give me a blow job then."

"Huh?"

"Suck my cock and I'll leave."

Staring up at his lust-filled face and seeing the desire in his
eyes, she knew he wasn't going to leave without cumming one more
time.  Heaving a sigh, she reached for the hard cock pointing at
her, wrapping her fingers around the milk chocolate colored
shaft.  She never really got a good look at it and moved closer.
The bloated head was reddish-brown and had a drop of clear fluid
on the tip.  Bending forward, she licked it off before sinking
the head into her mouth.  He let out a deep grunt as he felt her
suck it deeper inside.

His head went back, face toward the ceiling, eyes tightly closed
as she began working on him.  One of her hands stroked the few
inches remaining past her lips while the other cradled his balls,
gently massaging them.  He reached for her pussy, sliding a
finger into her, feeling the moisture inside.  She moaned as he
pinched her clitoris, pulling and twisting it with his fingers.

Both worked on the other's organs, each wanting to make the other
cum as sounds of sex filled the room.  Amanda had been aroused
all night long and nearly came a few times while he fucked her,
but never reached her peak.  Now she was getting closer and
doubled her efforts.

Hector didn't hold back.  He never did when it came to sex and
grunted as the first shot fired from his cock straight to the
back of her throat.  Pulling back to cough, she aimed the
exploding cock at her face as the second wad shot across the
bridge of her nose, landing in her hair.  She gasped as his cock
twitched again, sending a weaker line across her cheek and lips.

He squeezed her clit, sending a shock wave throughout her body as
her pussy constricted, giving her the strong orgasm she so badly
needed.  She cried out, feeling another drop of cum falling to
her face.  "OH GOD DUANE YESSSS CUM ALL OVER MY FACE!!!" she
yelled out in some bizarre trance, startling Hector.

He watched as her body twitched, scissoring her legs opened and
closed, thrusting her hips and mumbling something about a guy named
Duane cumming on her face.  She was panting, her eyes tightly
closed as she used his softening cock to smear the cum around as
a large globule fell to her lap.

Releasing her clit, he looked at the swollen little nub peaking
from beneath the layers of skin all shiny and red.  He hadn't
noticed before how large it was and thought it looked twice a
normal size. She was still panting and was now using her hand to
rub the drying cum around her face and neck.

"You're a crazy puta," he said stepping out of bed.  She didn't
respond and kept sliding her hands over her face until all the
semen dried.  Heading for the bath to clean up and dress, he left
without looking back at the young whore.  "Crazy bitch," he
mumbled closing the door.

The slamming door broke her state of rapture as she sat up,
scanning the empty room.  She was alone and felt the drying cum
cracking on her face.  Letting out a groan, she fell back staring
at the ceiling thinking how creepy it was that she thought of him
with Hector.  Touching her face, closed her eyes and shivered as
thoughts of Duane filled her head.

~~~

Her mother seldom dated but met Duane at the hospital where she
works as a nurse.  He was an overnight custodian and was
relentless in asking her out.  She eventually gave in, going out
a few times before he told her that he was getting evicted from
his apartment.  Feeling sorry for him, she invited him to stay
with them until he found another place to stay.  Amanda was glad
because she liked him as he was really nice to her and now there
was a man around the house.

To Joyce he was nothing more than a roommate.  Putting most of
his things into storage, he brought a few personal belongings and
slept on the couch.  Not once were they intimate or even kissed
for that matter.  Her mother was helping out a friend in need and
that was all.  Amanda liked having him around even though he made
her feel uncomfortable at times when he stared at her with a
weird look on his face.

Aside from liking to swim and watching old movies, Amanda and
Duane shared something else in common, their birthdays were just
nine days apart, both being Leos, which somehow made a tighter
bond.  He moved in two days past his thirty-sixth birthday and
she was a week away from turning eleven.

After a couple of weeks of uneventful coexistence, she was
awakened in the middle of the night to find him standing over her
jerking his hand back and forth over his `thingy'.  She was shocked
as she had never seen a naked man before.  Curious, she watched
through the slits of her eyes as he continued moving his hand
over his thingy until he started peeing wet stuff onto her face,
neck and hair.

She almost screamed, but not wanting him to know she was awake,
remained still until he finished putting it on her and cringed as
he rubbed it in with the end of his thingy.  It had a funny smell
and dried too fast to really get a good look at it once she made
it to the bathroom to see what it was.  It felt weird so she
washed it off before going back to bed.

It was a few days later before he returned but this time, he
pulled her panties away and began licking between her legs.  His
stubbly face scratched and pricked her tender skin, but she
didn't move or try to stop him.  After a while, he stood, moved
his thingy closer to her face and began stroking it again.  It
didn't take long before he shot the sticky stuff onto her again
but before he could rub it in, a noise down the hallway caused
him to run off in a hurry, leaving most of the sticky goo on her
face.  She hurried to look in the mirror and was amazed to see
the thick white stuff clinging to her skin.

Two, sometimes three times a week for the next month and a half
he went into her room and did the same thing.  Each time she lay
completely still watching as he stroked his wiener-shaped thingy
over her face and shot the white stuff on her.  She no longer
rushed to clean up and began sleeping with it still on her face
making it feel tight after it dried.  She had been playing with
herself for over a year and quickly rubbed her tingling button as
soon as he left.

She became fascinated by what he did and began to look forward to
his nighttime visits but that soon came to a stop after her
mother caught him leaving her room one night.  Her mother made
him move out the next day and that was the last time she saw him.
Sighing, she reached for her cell phone to see if her mother
called.

The phone chimed that she had eight new voice mails and set out
to screen the first few.  Henry called three times as he was
waiting to hear from her, Brad called twice, Jim left a message
hoping she'd reconsider meeting with him again and two were from
guys she met earlier on line.  She had her fun and was about
ready to go home but staring at her reflection in the mirror with
the cum on her face, she shuddered before calling Henry to give
him the room number.

She hardly had enough time to wash her face before the knock at
the door.  Not bothering for a towel, she rushed to the door,
opening it just enough to see outside.  The tall, dark-haired man
smiled down at her, tipping his cowboy hat.  Backing away, she
pulled it wider, allowing him to enter.

"Whoa!" he said seeing her naked behind the door.  "You don't
waste any time, do you?" he asked closing the door.  She was
still tingling from her encounter with Hector and grabbed his
shirt, pulling him toward the bed.  He followed, tossing his hat
at the chair.

Falling onto her back, she pulled him with her, crying out
`oomph' as he crashed on top of her.  Her hands grasped his hair
as her mouth hungrily sought his.  He could taste the saltiness
on her breath, but allowed her tongue to enter his mouth.  She
was a tiger, that's for sure.

Pulling at his shirt, the top button flew off as she tried
ripping it from him.  "Hold on, let me take it off!" he called
out standing to finish unbuttoning it.  His boots and jeans came
off next as his eyes never left her.  "Are you always like this?"
he asked adjusting his erection in his briefs.  She smiled,
nodding.

Sitting up, she pulled him closer, jerking the front of his
underwear down to release his cock.  Leaning forward, she took it
into her mouth, eliciting a soft moan.  He wasn't as big as
Hector, but not much smaller and filled her mouth.  His hips
rocked back and forth, pushing the tip to the back of her throat.
She sucked him until she tasted the sweetness of pre-cum and
fell back to the bed, spreading her legs.

"Fuck me, Henry," she said grinning.

Looking at the reddened area between her legs he gulped.  The few
strands of public hair were plastered to her skin; the area was
shiny from wetness and a large drop of cum inches away from the
opening.  She recently had sex with someone.  Reaching for his
pants, he pulled out a condom.

"What's that for?" she asked pulling herself onto her elbows.

"It's a condom."

"Yea, I know what it is, why do you need it?"

"Are you serious?  We just met on line yesterday and we're about
to have sex.  I think I should use one."

Closing her legs, she gave him a frown.  "I don't like them. 
Either you don't use it or we don't fuck."

He stared at her in disbelief.  She can't be for real.  Not only
is she *allowing* guys to fuck her unprotected, she's *insisting*
that they do?  His eyes roamed her body, focusing on her small,
bullet-shaped breasts.  They were not very big, but had a nice
shape with very perky nipples.  Her face is pretty and she could
probably have any guy she wanted so he didn't know why she was
acting like this.

"I've read most of your blog.  You've fucked a lot of guys."

"Yea, so?"

"I don't know if I want to take the chance.  You know, of getting
something."

"You think I've got something?"

"You might.  Have you been checked out?"

"Yea, a few times.  I'm clean," she lied parting her legs again,
exposing the gaping hole to him.  "Besides, I don't let guys cum
in me, they gotta shoot their cum on my face," she added smiling.

He swallowed hard looking at the drop of cum on her left inner
thigh tethered to a slightly smaller one on the right.  A thin
line of watery gel slithered from her opening stopping at the
crack of her ass.

"I'm sorry, but I've gotta use a condom," he said not wanting to
put his cock raw into a gooey mess.

She looked at the desire and determination in his eyes.  "Okay,
but you've got to cum on my face, okay?"  Looking at her, he tore
the wrapper off, pulling out the condom.

"Whatever you want," he said rolling it over his cock.

***

Henry watched as she played with his cum, giggling as she smeared
it all over her face as if it was hand lotion.  Dropping the
empty condom on the floor, he dressed and headed for the door,
not bothering to say bye.  She was a little too nasty for his
tastes and didn't plan on fucking her again.  She would have made
a good booty call if she wasn't so weird.  Grimacing at the
spectacle she was making, he shook his head, closing the door as
he left.

Amanda was in her own little world and nothing else mattered. 
"Yessss, Duane, cum all over my face!" she cried out as she
continued smearing it around until it had dried into a thick,
tight mask.  Once there was no more wetness to spread around, she
sat up, noticing again she was alone.  She grinned at her
reflection in the dresser mirror before sliding out of bed and heading to the bathroom to clean up.

***

Reaching for her laptop, she sat up and entered the information
about Henry.  He was nice and she enjoyed the sex, but what's
with the stupid condom?  He was just too anal about it.  For
that, she gave him a five although he came a lot and flooded her
face with cum, she wasn't sure she'd fuck him again.

Before closing the computer, she noticed several more replies and
would answer them later.  Dressing, she decided to be dirty and
left it on her face.  It was after nine o'clock and was too dark
for anyone to notice.  Besides, her mother wouldn't be home for
several more hours and she wanted to enjoy the tight feeling of
the cum for as long as she could.

Turning on her phone, she smiled at the four missed calls and two
new voice mails.  Guys want her so much.  The first voice mail was
from Brad, wanting to know the room number as he was waiting
outside.  She called him back, apologizing for not being able to
see him, but she needed to get home.  Besides, she'd have to wash
her face if she saw him and she didn't want to do that right now.

"I promise you'll be first tomorrow," she said telling him she'd
call him in the morning with the time and room number.  Her
mother worked the early shift tomorrow which meant she'd have to
start early if she wanted to meet with a few guys. She didn't
like getting up too early and figured she'd try to be at the
Candlelight Inn about 10 am.

The next message was from Hector asking her out on a date again.
She deleted the message making a note to block his number from
her phone.  Grabbing her back pack, she headed out to get her
beach cruiser chained to the side of the building.  Giggling, she
made her way home thinking about which other guys she'll have sex
with tomorrow.

The cool air blowing on her face made her skin tingle.  For the
last two blocks before her apartment building, she opened and
closed her mouth as wide as she could, giggling at the tight
feeling the dried cum made.  She smiled the entire way up the
side walk to the dim stairway until she was standing outside of
her door before easing her key in.

Staring in the mirror just inside, she smirked at how funny her
skin looked with the cracking layers of cum flaking off.

"Amanda, is that you?" she heard nearly dropping her backpack.

"Mom?" she called back glancing at the clock to make sure it
wasn't too late.  Panicked about how she looked, she rushed
toward the bathroom only to run into her mother coming from her
bedroom.

"Where have you been?"

"I, uh, was over at Sara's house.  We've huh, got a science
project due on Monday."

"I wish you would have told me that.  I've been worried."

"Sorry, but I didn't think you'd be home until later and it is
Friday.  Besides, I thought you had to work `til 11."

"No, just a little later until they found someone to cover for
Jackie.  She called in sick.  I got off at 8," she said leaning
closer to examine the strange stuff on her face.  "Honey, what's
on your face?"

Her heart raced in her chest as she struggled for an answer. 
"It's uhm, well, me and uh, Sara was like..."

"Is it one of those facial masks?"

Amanda sighed a breath of relief and tried slowing her racing
heart.  "Yes, that's what it is.  Me and Sara put masks on each
other."

"That's really cool.  It's been a while since I had a facial.  I
love how it makes my skin so smooth and soft afterward.  You
know, maybe this Sunday we'll go to the spa and get a facial
together, what do you say?  We haven`t had a `girl's day' for a
while."  Amanda nodded trying to back away as her mother moved
closer.  "It's got an unusual smell.  It's not apricot or berry,
I know what those smell like.  What type of mask is it?" she
asked putting her nose against her cheek.

"I'm not really sure, Mom, but I need to go wash it off," she
said trying to get around her.

"I've smelled it before, but I can't quite place what it is. 
You'll have to ask Sara what it is.  If it's not too expensive,
maybe I'll buy some."  Amanda nodded slipping around her rushing
to the bathroom.

"Are you hungry?" her mother asked sticking her head into the
bathroom as she soaked in the tub.

"Starved.  I really worked up an appetite tonight."

"I didn't realize working on school projects were so exhausting.
What are you working on anyway?"

That was something she didn't plan for and wasn't sure what to
say.  "Uh, volcanoes," she blurted out hoping that would satisfy
her curiosity.  Instead it invited her to talk about the volcano
she made when she was in the eight grade and the mess it caused
when it erupted.

At the dinner table they talked about nothing important until
they were finished eating.  "Mom, you'd better get to bed, it's
almost 10:30 and you've got the early shift tomorrow."

Handing the plates to her daughter, she smiled at how caring she
was.  "Normally I'd agree with you, but I traded shifts with
Gloria.  She's got something to do tomorrow night and asked if
I'd trade shifts.  We're not doing anything so I said why not?"

"What time will you be working?"

"The three to eleven shift."

"Oh, okay," she said adding dish soap to the water.

~~~

Chat boxes began popping up as soon as she logged on.  Several
emails were waiting and there were 49 friends online.  She smiled
as the twelfth chat box opened.  She was up until after midnight
talking to several men, screening them out for tomorrow.  Her
mother came in to tell her goodnight and to turn off the computer
but not before she arranged to meet five new guys for tomorrow
starting at 3 pm and coming every ninety minutes until 9, when
she'd finish up to beat her mother home by 11.

Her mother left for the bus stop at 2:15 with Amanda right behind
her, heading for the motel four blocks away in the opposite
direction.  Doug, the first man for the day, was to get a room
and call her with the number as soon as he got there.  By 2:30
she was chaining her bike to the tree and waiting for her phone
to ring.

She was excited about meeting him as he talked dirty to her and
graphically explained her what he planned on doing to her.  It
sent a cold shiver down her spin as she anxiously waited his
call.  Noticing a scruffy looking guy near the ice machine
watching her, she groaned thinking that she would never let
someone like him fuck her.  She shook her head as he brought a
cell phone to his ear.  She was surprised someone like that could
even afford to have a phone.  As he turned away, she stuck out
her tongue and made a face.

Pulling out her ringing phone, the name came up as Brad and she
had fleeting remembrance of promising him sex today, but forgot
to include him in the schedule.  She thought about not answering
it but felt she owed it to him.  After all, she stood him up last
night and promised he'd be her first today.

"Hello?"

"This is Brad.  We're still on, right?"

"Uh, well, Brad, I'm really sorry, but I kinda forgot about you
when I was making plans for today.  Can we do this Monday?"

"MONDAY?!  Are you fuckin' kidding me?  You're not going to do
this to me again, are you?  First you said we'd meet last night
and then you blew me off.  Then you say first thing today and
I've been waiting here for over an hour for you to call and
you're doing it again?  What's going on?"

"Sorry `bout that, but I can't.  I already have enough for
today."

"How many guys are you fucking today?"

"Five."

"Five, huh?  You really are quite the little slut aren't you?"

"Hey, be nice to me or I won't let you fuck me."

"Sorry, babe.  How long you gunna be here?"

"I gotta be home by 11 and I see my last guy from 9 `til 10."

"It's not even three yet.  You've got over seven hours to fuck
five guys.  That's enough time for one more."

"Not today, Brad, next week, okay?"

"No it's not okay.  You already promised me.  Cancel someone
else, not me."

"I can't do that."

"Then work me in.  I won't take long, I promise.  I just want to
feel that hot little cunt of yours."

Sighing, she looked over at the semi-homeless looking man staring
and shivered with a chill.  She wished Doug would hurry and call
so she'd have an excuse to hang up.  She was starting to regret
answering the phone.

"Alright, Brad.  I'm not sure when I'll be able to squeeze you
in, but I'll call you later with the room number.  I gotta go, so
just be close by when I call you or you'll miss out, okay?"

"Yea, sure.  Just don't blow me off again," he said before the
phone went dead.

She was thankful when the strange man walked away, heading in a
different direction.  Even though he was at least 20 yards away,
he was still giving her the heebie-jeebies just standing there
watching her.  She jumped when her phone rang.  It was Doug, he
was in room 254.  She smiled heading up the stairs.

***

He rested on his side, his head supported by his hand watching as
the beautiful young girl smeared his fresh load all over her
face.  She was an energetic lover, fucking him better than any
high-priced whore ever could and he was pretty sure he made her
cum at least once.  It was 3:40 and he had a 2 o'clock tee time
with a few friends.  He told them he'd be late but would catch up
with them.  Fucking this little minx was well worth missing the
first nine.

"Well, doll, as much as I enjoyed it, I need to get running. I've
got an important meeting to attend.  It's been fun and maybe we
can do this again sometime," he said wanting to give her a kiss
but was turned off by all the slime covering her face.  She
didn't reply or even stop playing with his cum as he crossed over
her, heading toward the bathroom.

Hearing the door close, she sat up, scanning the room to see that
her latest lover had left.  Pulling out her computer, she began
typing about Doug, the gray-hair businessman who loved sports. 

Before finishing, there was a knock at the door.  No one but Doug
knew where she was so it had to be him.  Smiling she pulled the
door open and was shocked to see the homeless man from the ice
machine standing in the doorway.

Immediately he grabbed the door, pushing it further opened before
entering the room with the nude, teen.  "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE
DOING?" she called out taking two steps away from him.

"Come on, Amanda, don't you recognize me?" he asked closing the
door as his eyes examined her nakedness.  The older, bearded man
looked familiar, but she couldn't place where she knew him from.
"It's me, Duane."

Looking harder at the shabby man standing before her she suddenly
got a sickly feeling.  It really was Duane!

"Wh...what are you doing here?"

"What else but to see you."

"You can't stay.  I'm expecting someone."

"Yea, I know, Brad."

"How did you know that?"

"`Cause I'm Brad."

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" she shouted, knowing that Brad was much younger
and a much better looking college guy.  "I've seen Brad's picture
and you're definitely, *NOT* him!"

"You're pretty dumb if you think people are who they say they are
on the internet.  I downloaded that picture from some website and
sent it to you pretending to be him."

Looking dumbfounded at the older man she shook her head.  "Why
did you do that?"

"`Cause if I told you who I really was, you wouldn't meet with
me," he said roaming his eyes over her slim form.  "Damn, you
sure have grown up a lot since the last time I saw you," he added
with a smile.

"You need to leave," she said covering her chest with her arm,
trying to sound firm.

"I ain't going no where `til I get what I come for," he replied
reaching out for her.

"Duane, you'd better go, someone is supposed to be here any
minute."

"No, not `til 4:30, you've already told me that.  We have about
30 minutes to play."

"How... how did you know, uh, I mean how did you find out about
me?"

"Number 164."

"Huh?"

"The 164th guy you fucked, Tony, is a friend of mine.  When he
told me about the hot little slut taking on any cock that wanted
it, I had to check you out.  Of course I don't got a computer so
I used his and imagine my surprise when your pretty smiling face
popped up on the screen.  He thought I was full of shit when I
told him I knew you `cause I dated your mother."

"That was a long time ago."

"Yea, so we've got a lotta catching up to do," he said touching
the side of her cheek with the back of his hand.  "If I'd known
you'd turn out like this, I'd never woulda left."

"Momma made you leave `cause she caught you..."

"It ain't like that at all.  I left `cause she was crampin' my
style."  Taking her hand, he lead her reluctantly toward the bed.
"I'm gunna really enjoy tappin' that sweet little pussy of yours.  
Too bad I wasn't the first," he said giving her a slight
nudge to sit.  "So tell me, Mandy, what number am I?"

Looking toward the floor, she suddenly felt embarrassed and
ashamed.

"Well?"

"One-ninety-one," she mumbled not looking up.

"FUCK ME, you really like that cock, don't you?  Well, I hope
you're shit is still tight `cause I'd hate to miss out on it."

"Just do it and leave," she said leaning backward, closing her
eyes.

"That's the way you work, huh?  Wham-bam-thank you `mam.  I like
that."  She looked away as he undressed.  Ironically he was the
person responsible for introducing her to sex and the excitement
of having cum on her face, but now she can't stand to even look
at him.  Perhaps it was his appearance, or his cocky attitude,
but right now she didn't like him and wished that he wasn't
there.

"You don't know how much I'm gunna enjoy this," he said stepping
out of his slacks.   Feeling his weight on the bed, she sighed,
spreading her legs.

He wasn't as big as she remembered.  Perhaps her memory wasn't as
good, or maybe it just looked bigger to an eleven-year-old girl,
but she no longer felt threatened and felt relieved as he, sawed
in and out of her.  She wanted him to cum and leave as soon as
possible and she squeezed as tightly as she could.

He wasn't exactly right about not wanting to see him again if she
knew Brad was really him.  Deep down she's always had a sexual
charge thinking about him, almost becoming obsessive, but seeing
him again totally washed that emotion away.  He was a disgusting
man and she didn't know why her mother went out with him in the
first place.

Her thoughts were interrupted as his strokes became awkward and
he began grunting. "NOT INSIDE!" she cried out, trying to push
him off of her.  "PLEASE, DON'T CUM INSIDE OF ME!"

Suddenly he stopped moving, panting, his sweat making her skin
damp and sticky.  "Duane, you didn't cum, did you?"

He lay still for several minutes until his breathing returned to
normal.  Raising his head, he smiled at her, trying to kiss her.
She turned her head, noticing the time.  4:16. "Okay, you're
done, now you need to leave."

"I'll leave when I'm ready and I ain't ready."

"Duane, you know I'm meeting someone in about 15 minutes and I
need to take a shower now."

"I don't care `bout that.  You're doing what I tell you to do
from now on."

"WHAT?  Like hell I am.  I don't even want to be in the same room
with you and you're crazy if you think you're going to tell me
what to do!"  Rolling off of her, he reached for his pack of
cigarettes in his pants on the floor, lighting one.

"Want one?" he asked extending the package toward her.

"I don't smoke."

"Maybe you should.  It makes you look sluttier."

"Duane, please leave."  Taking a deep drag, he blew the smoke
toward the ceiling.

"Does your mom know?"

"Know what?"

"How big of a whore you are."  She turned away from him, not
dignifying it with an response.  "I mean, I'm the 191st guy to
fuck you.  That's a lotta cock.  It even takes a common street
whore a few months to rack up those kinda numbers."  Taking
another drag, he blew the cloud of smoke her way.  "And you're
giving the shit away for free.  That' what I don't understand. 
Think about it.  If you charged every guy that fucked you only a
hundred bucks, and that's cheap by today's standard, you woulda
made almost 20 grand by now."

"I'm not a whore," she said swinging her legs outward to leave
the bed.

"Where you think you're going?"

"To take a shower.  I'm not talking about this with you any
more."

"The hell you're not," he said blowing another cloud of smoke her
way.  "Sit back and relax.  We got a lot to talk about."

"Duane, just go and leave me alone.  You got what you wanted and
now we're even."

"EVEN?  We're not even by a long shot!  You owe me.  That bitch
of a mother owes me big time."

"What are you talking about?  We don't owe you anything!"

"Your fuckin' mom had the nerve to kick me out when I was down on
my luck.  Just like that she told me to leave or she threatened
to call the police.  I wasn't even doin' nothing!  And to make it
worser, she got me fired.  Told my supervisor that I was sleeping
on the job and stealing medical supplies."

"Did you do that?"

"Well, yea, but that don't give her the right to report me.  She
did it for spite.  I didn't have no place to stay and no job and
no money.  I sold everything I had just to get food.  It took
over a month, but I was able to get a night janitor's job at
Jefferson Elementary."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said glancing at the clock.  "But
it's not my fault or my problem."

"Well it's your problem now."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied with a sarcastic grin.
"Your mom still teach Sunday school at the church?"

"Yea, why do you ask?"

"Just wondering.  I see it's time for me to go, so I'll get
dressed," he said watching as she stood.  "You stay put.  I want
you to fuck your next guy with my cum in your pussy."

"WHAT?  Duane, you can't be serious!  I can't do that."

"Sure you can.  The guy probably won't even know.  He'll just
think you're a hot, juicy slut with a really wet pussy."  Leaving
the bed, he dressed, staring at her until he was dressed. "Does
he know what room you're in?"

"No, I'll call him with the number when you're gone.  He knows
the motel, not the number because I don't want him showing up too
early."

"Smart girl.  Give him a call; tell him he's good to go.  Or
should I say, good to blow," he added with a chuckle.  She
remained on the bed, staring forward at nothing in particular. 
"Well?  Aren't you going to call him?"

"After you leave."

"No, do it now."  Giving a sigh, she reached for her phone,
turning it on.  He smiled as it chimed she had voice messages and
listened as she dialed a number and talked to some unknown man
she met on the internet and agreed to have sex with.  She stared
at his back as the door closed behind him.

Kurt was more than eager to see her and the expression on his
face when he saw her naked behind the door was priceless.  His
mouth dropped open for a full minute before he choked out a
hoarse greeting.

"Damn, you're fine!" he stuttered.  She was very pretty in her
pictures, but seeing her in person was incredible.  "You like to
get right to it, don't you?" he added slowly roaming his eyes
over her nude body.

She didn't want it to be this way.  She wanted to be clean and
fresh and wearing something sexy to drive him wild and let his
imagination run free.  It's more exciting to expose just enough
to keep it mysterious, but being fully naked, spoiled the mood. 
He caught her off guard as he hugged her, crushing her lips with
his.

Standing on her tip toes, she stood stiff before him, her mood
being totally ruined by Duane and it will take her a while to get
it back.  Maybe she'll cancel everyone else today and go home. 
She wasn't in the right frame of mind to enjoy sex, no matter how
cute the guy was.

Swinging her into his arms, he carried her like a bride to the
bed, dropping her with a slight bounce.  She smiled but was still
not into it.  She'll allow him to have sex with her and as
promised, let him cum on her face, but he'll be the last for the
day.  Tomorrow was her day to spend with her mother and she never
met anyone on Sundays.  She was glad as it will give her a day to
forget about her terrible encounter with Duane and start again on
Monday.

Kissing her, she felt his naked legs moving between hers to
spread them apart.  She let out a soft grunt as his cock slipped
in, touching her deep inside.  He had boasted that his cock was
almost nine inches long and she felt every inch of it.

"God, you're so wet," she whispered into her ear, stroking faster
into her.

Eventually her arms went around his back, digging her fingers
into his skin as he pounded her fast and harder than she had been
in a while.  The distended cock head battered the bottom of her
womanhood repeatedly as he wildly fucked into her body.  She
could hear the succulence of their coupling echo throughout the
quiet room.

Shifting her hips to ease the discomfort, he increased his
efforts, responding to her movements.  Grunting, she widened her
legs, giving him more room to impel her.

"You feel great," he grunted, slowing down slightly as he tired.
Ten minutes of steady thrusting began taking its toll as his
rhythm and speed changed.  A few gasps and one loud moan, sent
him over the edge.

"On my face..." she panted moments before suddenly feeling oddly
hollow from his withdraw.  Several rapid shots littered her face
with sticky goo as she shut her eyes, rubbing the warm paste
around.

Hovering above her Kurt watched as the sexy young girl played
with his cum.  He expected her to do that as that's what she
advertised.  The "chosen" ones had an hour to fuck her but they
had to cum on her face.  He would have much preferred cumming
inside of her, but shooting it on her face was alright too.

She kept her eyes shut as her hands sluggishly moved across her
skin, dissipating the watery substance.  Usually this was the
exciting part, even more than the sex itself, but after her
encounter with Duane, she wasn't feeling it.  He ruined it for
her.

Perhaps it was the shock of seeing him, or maybe it was his
grotesque appearance but something wasn't right.  The excitement
from her childhood encounters with him was eclipsed by the
reality of what he is today.  Her mind kept the feeling alive,
kept her alive with anticipation of the next lover but
experiencing Duane crushed all of that.

"Is that alright with you?" Kurt was asking as she cleared her
thoughts.

"Huh?  What did you say?"

"I've got something to do and need to leave.  Are you okay with
that?"

Turning to see the clock she scowled.  4:51 and he was ready to
leave.  Usually she has to throw out a guy for staying too long
but this guy just wanted to get off and go, only using 21 minutes
of his time.  Her heart wasn't in it right now so it really
didn't matter.  Duane spoiled the most exciting part of her life.

"Sure, it's fine.  You can leave.  I don't care."

"I don't want you to be mad and not see me again."

"I `m not mad, but I won't see you again anyway.  Only one date
per guy."

"Can I take my other half an hour later then?"

"Nope.  All or nothing, that's my rule."

"Yea, whatever," he mumbled crawling past her.  "There are plenty
of other sluts out there to fuck," he added while he dressed.
 
She stared at the ceiling until the door closed.  She had an hour
before the next guy was scheduled to show up and decided to take
a hot bath.  Perhaps it will help ease her mind and get her back
into the mood.  Heading for the bathroom there was a knock at the
door.

"Who is it?" she called out trying to see through the peep hole.

"It's me," a deep voice returned not clarifying who they were.

"Who?"

"Duane.  Open up."

"Go away.  I don't want to see you any more."

"That's not for you to decide.  Open this fuckin' door right now
or you'll be sorry!"  She wasn't sure why she did it, but she
watched her shaking hand reaching for the knob and turning it. 
The door suddenly pushed open, nearly knocking her over.  Duane
and another man entered the room.

Both men stared at her naked body, the unknown man focusing
between her legs.  "Didn't I tell you she was a beaut?" Duane
asked patting the man's shoulder.  Turning toward Amanda he
frowned.  "Go wash your face, you still have cum all over."

"What do you want?" she asked trying to sound strong.

"I don't like your attitude," he said grabbing her arm.  "We need
to talk," he added pulling her toward the bathroom.

"LET ME GO!" she screamed out trying to keep from moving. 
Dragging her across the room, he slammed the door behind them.

"Don't you ever do that shit again!" he yelled raising his hand
to slap her.  She cringed, shutting her eyes expecting him to hit
her.  "I ain't gunna mess up that pretty little face of yours,
unless you make me," he said smirking.

"Duane, please go," she asked meekly.

"I ain't going no where `til I get what I came for."

"You already got that."

"Yea, but Alan ain't."

"Who?"

"The guy that came with me.  He wants some too."

"I'm not having sex with him!"

"Yes you are.  I already promised him and he's already gave me
$80."

"WHAT?  He PAID you to have sex with me?!?"

"Yep, so you better make it good for him."

"I'm NOT having sex with him and that's final!"

"Yes you are or you'll quickly regret it."

"What are you going to do, hit me?"

"Better than that," he said lighting a cigarette.  Calmly he
looked down at her.  "You don't want your mom finding out about
this, do you?  I mean how you're fucking all these strange guys
you meet on the internet.  I'd hate to have to pay her a visit at
work and show her your Facebook page looking for guys to fuck." 
He smiled seeing her eyes widen.

"And what would everyone at church say about it, huh?  That the
woman teaching their children is raising the town tramp?  I bet
your preacher would love to see your ads, wouldn't he?  Who
knows, maybe he'll want to fuck you too?  I bet you'd like that,
wouldn't you."

"Duane, please just leave me alone.  I'm going to stop doing it
and delete my account."

"Like hell you are!  You're keeping the account and you're gunna
keep fucking whoever I tell you to, starting with Alan."

"Duane, please, I don't want to.  Just let me go home and I
promise to stop."

"Why would I want you to do that?  You're gunna be my new ATM
machine, dispensing money anytime I need it," he added blowing a
mist of smoke above her head.  "It's that, or you and me will pay
momma a visit tonight and tell her all about what you're doing. 
Just think how proud she'll be to find out you've fucked almost
200 guys, so far."

Putting her head down, she started to cry.  "Don't even start
that shit.  You knew what you were getting into when you began
spreading your legs for any guy who wanted to fuck you.  You're a
whore, Amanda, or should I call you Mandy, and whores are built
for fucking.  Now, wash that shit off your face and go out there
and give my friend a ride of his life or we'll be talking to your
mother in 20 minutes.  That I promise you."

Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath before turning on the
water and reaching for a wash cloth.  Duane stood next to her,
running his hands over her body as she scrubbed the caked on cum
left by Kurt.  Patting her face dry, she looked pleadingly once
more at him.

"Get out there and make it good for him, remember he's paying for
it so make it special."  She cringed at the thought of being
reduced to a whore, but what choice does she have?  Opening the
door, he gave her a nudge, watching as she entered the room.

Alan was sitting on the bed wearing only his dingy briefs as she
approached.  He smiled noticing her eyes focusing on the bulge. 
He was a goofy looking guy with a nose that was too large for his
face and oily hair, and under normal circumstances, she wouldn't
even give this guy the time of day, but for now, she was his to
do with what he pleased.

"Suck my dick," he said lying back onto his elbows.  Swallowing
hard, she dropped to her knees, pulling at the elastic band
confining his erection.  Like a snake-in-a-can, it leaped from
its captivity before flopping to his abdomen with a thud.  Like a
ski ramp, it raised from his body pointing toward the wall above
his head.

Reaching for it, she pulled it closer, amazed at how hard it was.
Thick blue veins webbed around in random patterns punctuated by
a pencil-thick one running across the top before branching toward
the sides.  Lowering her mouth, she engulfed the head before
wrapping her lips around it.  He groaned.

"You got twenty minutes," Duane casually disclosed before pulling
out a chair near the window to watch.

She worked on his cock, taking as much of the thick phallus into
her mouth as possible.  He was hardly seven inches long but one
of the thickest cocks she'd seen.  He held the back of her head
with one hand, guiding her actions as he stared at her callously.
To him she was just a whore and deserved no respect.  After five
minutes of sucking, he was ready to fuck her.

"Ride me," he said pulling himself further in bed.  She stayed
kneeling, looking at him past his parted legs and cringed.  "Come
on, bitch, I ain't got a lotta time.  Get up here and fuck my
cock!"  Slowly she rose, climbing over him to straddle his hips,
holding his cock with one hand and balancing herself with the
other.

Lowering herself, she felt his thickness splitting her open,
pushing aside the loose skin which just recently began to
develop.  She grunted as the crown slipped inside, pulling
another inch along with it.  Stopping to get accustomed to the
size, he grabbed her hips and lunged upward, sending most of it
inside of her with one jab.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her eyes widened and
she fell forward, catching herself before falling onto him. 
Thrusting again, he sank further, nestling his entire thickness
as deeply as it would go.  She whimpered, feeling herself
stretched wider than she ever had been before.  "OH SHIT," she
mumbled.

Not wanting to lose any time with her, he quickly began pumping
back and forth, driving it in and out of her throbbing hole. 
"Come on, fuck me, whore!" he called out since she was just
sitting on top of him not moving.

Gradually she began lifting off of him before dropping back down.
His thrusts became harder and faster and it was all she could do
to keep from getting bucked off.  Glancing between her legs, she
stared at the nearly hairless region of her girlhood obscenely
stretched beyond its design.  She cried out again feeling the
friction burn against her stretched membranes, rubbing the tender
area sore.

"Fuck she's tight!" Alan grunted through clenched teeth not
directing the comment to her but not saying it loud enough for
Duane to hear.  "So fuckin' tight!"

It wasn't much longer before he grabbed her around the back,
pulling her body to his and keeping her immobile with a bear hug.
He was crushing her, squeezing the air from her lungs while
continuing to batter her aching privates, drying out whatever
juices had been inside.

His face reddened, his breathing became labored and his thrusts
became desperate.  She knew he was getting closer but didn't want
him to cum inside of her.  She watches the calendar closely and
just had her period two weeks ago.  The next three days will be a
dangerous time for her.

"OH FUCK!" he cried out, lunging one last time, raising his ass
from the bed, holding her suspended in air.

"Don't cum in me, PLEASE!" she begged feeling his overstuffed
cock jerking and throbbing quickly.  "NO!!!!! Please take it
out!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Duane called out watching her struggle to get
free.  "He paid for it, he can cum where ever he wants to." 
Slowly Alan relaxed, dropping his body back on the bed, bringing
her down with him.  Both were panting, struggling to catch their
breath, with Amanda softly sobbing into his chest.

They remain coupled together until he grew too soft to remain
inside and was expelled with a splat.  They both could feel the surge 
of fluid rushing from her as the head popped free, flooding his pubes 
with juices.  A minute later he rolled her off, dropping her onto the
pillows before sitting up.

"Didn't I tell you she was a hot fuck?" Duane asked smiling at
him.

"Shit yea, and what a fuckin' hot body she has.  I just love that
pussy.  Feels nice and tight," he added with a laugh.  Amanda
remained still, lying on her stomach, clutching the pillows to
her chest.  She didn't want to look at them, either of them and
softly prayed they'd both leave.  Alan climbed out of bed and she
listened as his belt buckle clanged as he dressed.

The men talked briefly, Alan promising to fuck her again soon as
Duane encouraged him to spread the word around about her.  She
felt a tear roll down her nose as the door closed.  She knew he
hadn't left, she could still sense his presence but prayed that
he'd leave too.  Foot steps grew closer until she heard his
breathing above her.  She heard his zipper.

"Turn over."

***

"Who's the next one on your list?" he asked wiping his brow with
the sheet.

"Huh? What did you say?" she asked still trying to catch her
breath.  He had pounded her fast and hard, stabbing her with his
cock repeatedly until he came inside of her again.  She didn't fight
him or argue about pulling out before he came.  She knew it would
be pointless.

"Duane, I'm ready to go home.  I'm getting sore."

"I don't care what you want.  Who's next?"

She honestly couldn't remember the guy's name and reached for her
phone.  "Paul." she said scrolling to her calendar.

"Call him."  Looking at the clock she noticed it was 5:51 and he
had the 6 o'clock appointment.

"Duane, please, I need to rest a while.  It's been too much and
I..." her words were cut off as he twisted her left nipple as
hard as he could.  She swore he was about to pinch it right off
of her body.  Crying out, she pulled away, getting slap on top of
her head for her disobedience.  The act surprised her more than
hurt and she looked at him stunned.  No one has ever hit her
before.

"Call him."  Looking into his eyes, she saw nothing but malice
and knew he was serious.  Dialing the number she tried to sound
happy and cheerful, not wanting Paul to know that something was
wrong.

"I'm ready for you," she said looking once more at Duane.  "Room
254."  Noticing the room key on the dresser, he picked it up,
slipping it into his pocket. She wouldn't need it and he wanted
to make sure he had access to the room.

"Make `em cum fast," he said to the worried girl.  Smiling, Duane
left, closing the door behind him.  Down the hall, he nearly ran
into a tall, college-aged jock turning the corner.  He nodded and
walked past, watching from the corner as the guy stopped in front
of the door he just left from before knocking.  Shaking his head,
he went downstairs.  He needed to make a few more calls.

She was unresponsive as Paul slammed repeatedly into her.  He
wasn't really sure what to expect but if what she wrote on her
blog was true, she was ready for almost anything.  He was
exceptionally tall, playing center position on the university
basketball team and his feet hung over the foot of the bed.

She seemed dazed and mentally absent, but he came to get some
pussy and that's what he's going to do.  She grunted a few times
as he slammed just a little too hard or too deep for her, but
didn't show much emotion while they fucked.  Surprised that she
answered the door naked, he got right into action with her.  He
had an hour to fuck her all he wanted and he would make the best
of it.

~~~

Paul noticed the two men standing at the banister one door away,
looking out into the parking lot.  They turned to see him as he
approached, nodding to him politely as he passed.  Waiting for
him to turn the corner, Duane pulled on Bear's sleeve.  "Let's go
in."

Amanda was lying still, staring at the ceiling as they entered. 
Not turning to look, she remained stationary, no longer caring
who came in.  She suspected it was Duane but didn't realize that
he had someone with him.  As the men entered her peripheral view,
she slightly turned her head to see the stranger staring down at
her.

Paul came twice, shooting both loads on her face but she didn't
have the will or the motivation to rub it in and one eye was
covered in a white pool of semen and a few streaks criss-crossed
her face but most had dripped off.

"She'll be prettier once she cleans up," Duane informed the man.

"She's got a great body," he stated smirking at her.  She felt a
cold chill as the rugged-looking man glared.

"Get cleaned up," Duane ordered, walking over to sit at the table
with the six pack of beer he was carrying.  "Want one?" he asked
the stranger extending his hand.  Taking the beer, he sat on the
bed as Amanda brushed quickly past him toward the bathroom.

She washed her face, scrubbing until there were red blotches and
her eyes seemed swollen.  Pulling her hair back, she made a pony
tail with a rubber band she had found, before taking a quick pee.
She was startled by a pounding,  "Hurry up," Duane called
through the closed door.

She was hardly in there two minutes and he wanted her to "hurry?"
Swinging the door open, she noticed the grizzle bear of a man
undressing.  Exhaling loudly, she joined them in the room,
sitting on the bed until he was naked, his erection pointing
directly at her.

He was incredibly hairy, even his nipples were covered with long,
black hair.  She had never seen a man with so much body hair
before in her life and wondered why he didn't shave.  His scruffy
beard was wirily and unkempt with bits of something clinging to
it.  Perhaps it was from his dinner or parts of leaves and twigs.
Whatever it was, it was gross.

"Twenty minutes," Duane coldly stated popping open another beer.

He smothered her as he fucked his cock into her, smashing her
face against his smelly arm pits.  She had tried turning her head
to prevent him from breaking her nose as he crushed her face
against his chest, only to put herself into a worse predicament. 
Unable to move, she endured the pungent odor, holding her breath
for as long as possible, gasping for air as she could hold out no
more, filling her lungs once again with his stench.

She cringed unable to turn her head away from seeing Duane and
his smug expression as this strange man repeatedly thrust
powerfully into her.  Closing her eyes, she hoped it would all go
away.  His unsteady strokes and loud grunts signaled his
approaching orgasm and she almost felt relief.  Soon it would be
over with and she could take a long shower to get this stink off
of her.  She felt his cock jerking wildly but didn't make a fuss.
It wouldn't do any good, she'd have to allow him to cum inside
of her rather she liked it or not.

As he rolled off, she first took a deep breath of fresh air
before sliding from the bed and rushing toward the bathroom. 
Both men chuckled watching her hurried pace before slamming the
door behind her.  His cum was dripping down her thighs and she
quickly grabbed a wad of tissue to remove it.  For some reason it
made her skin crawl.  Starting the water she climbed into the tub
without waiting for the water to heat up.


Scrubbing every inch of her body, she wanted nothing more than to
remove any memory of her encounter with the disgusting man.  Why
was Duane doing this to her?  It's almost as if he's deliberately
looking for the grossest, most repulsive men he could find to
have sex with her and the worst part is they're not using
condoms!  Before it was okay because she liked the guys and they
weren't cumming inside of her, but these guys...

She felt a little better as the cascading water seemed to wash
away her problems, at least for now.  It was a while, just how
long she wasn't sure but the water felt refreshing and she didn't
want to get out.  The pounding on the door told her otherwise.

"That's long enough!" Duane's booming voice reverberated, filling
the room as if he was standing just on the other side of the
curtain.  She even peeked around to be sure she was still alone.
"Get your ass out here, NOW!" he screamed through the locked
door.

Sighing loudly, she reached for one of the wet towels haphazardly
hanging on the rack.  There were no more dry ones and she
shivered as she wrapped the cold cloth around her.  She wasn't
sure what to expect on the other side of the door, but didn't
want to walk out there naked. Duane's eyes followed her until she
sat on the bed, fingers laced together on her lap, looking
downward.  They were alone but she had an uneasy feeling.  He sat
silent for a few long minutes but she never once looked at him,
instead focusing her eyes on the blank TV.  The strong, lingering
stench of the hairy man remained, causing her to gag as she
remembered having sex with the repulsive pig.  "Who's next?" he
finally spoke, breaking the awkwardness.

"Huh?"

"On your list.  Who's the next guy to fuck you?" he added
stamping out his cigarette.  It was 7:27 and she did have someone
scheduled for 7:30, but she was ready to go home.  It was no
longer fun or exciting and she wanted to quit.  "Duane, please, I
don't want to do this any more, I'm tired.  Can't we stop, at
least for tonight?" Up ending the last beer before crushing the
can, he let out a loud burp, giving a light chuckle.  

"I'm having too much fun to stop right now, and I know you are too.  
That's why you're on the net looking for guys to fuck you.  Isn't that
right?  Maybe we should ask your mom what she thinks about it. 
I'm sure she'll agree that you must be enjoying it to do it so
much."

Swallowing hard, she mustard the courage to dispute that, but
not too strongly.  She didn't want to anger him.  "I don't want
to do it any more tonight.  Can't we wait until Monday?  It's
just two days from now and that will give me time to rest.

Leisurely pulling a cigarette from the pack, he lit it, blowing
smoke rings into the air, making her squirm without knowing. 
"These things will kill me yet," he said smiling.  The two locked
eyes for several uneasy moments before he spoke again.  "That
`bout your school?"  

"What do you mean?"   

"Do the boys at your school know you're a slutty whore?"  Shutting her eyes she bowed her head.  "Well, do they?" he repeated.  Slowly she shook her
head back and forth a few times not looking up.  "You were just
starting Washington Junior High when we met, you still there?" 

With very little effort she rocked her head up and down,
fidgeting with her fingers resting on her lap.  "Just think how
much fun school will be when all your friends find out you're a
whore and everyone, and I mean *everyone* knows how big of a slut
your really are.  Ready to spread your legs for anyone with a
cock.  You'll have the whole fuckin' school lined up waiting to
tap that sweet little ass of yours.  And what will your friends
think?  I'm sure they wouldn't want to hang around a whore like
you."

"Duane, please," she begged raising her eyes but keeping her head
bowed.  "Please what?"

"Please don't say anything or do anything at my school."

"I won't as long as you cooperate.  The first sign you give that
you're not doing what I say, this whole fuckin' town will know
what kinda girl you really are.  You and you're cold-ass mother
will be the laughing stock of the whole city.  She'll have to
quit her job and move away just to make people stop talking about
you.  And forget about church.  There's no place in church for
girls like you."  

"Please, Duane.  I'll do it, just don't say anything, okay?"

"That's my girl, Mandy.  Now, who's the next one?"  Reaching for
her phone, the chiming brought a smile to his face.  He knew what
that meant.  "Eddie, his name's Eddie," she said retrieving her
calendar.

"Call "em," he said leaning back in the chair, putting his boots
on the table as she punched in the numbers. 

"Eddie?" she asked as the phone was answered.  "Yea, I know, I'm sorry 
I'm late," she said noticing it was already 7:34.  "I'm in room 254 if 
you're ready."

Smiling, Duane walked to the door, giving her a wink before
closing it.  Today was a test for her to see just how far she was
willing to go to keep her little after school activities a secret.  
If she did everything he told her to do today, she'd be willing to do anything he asked of her in the future.  He smiled.

So far it was going better than expected. Waiting at the end of
the walkway, he noticed a well built, nicely groomed Italian man
in his early 30s heading his way looking at all the numbers on
the door as he walked.  "She really likes the athletic type," he
mumbled with a smile thinking of all the fat, ugly slobs she'll
be fucking very soon.  Knocking on the correct door, he watched
as it opened and the man went inside.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed
an old friend.  "Cal, it's Duane, I've got a sweet little whore I
know you're gunna enjoy.  Yea, she's really something and I'm
running a special offer, only $60 for twenty minutes.  Fuck yea
she's worth it, you gotta see her to believe her.  She's model
material for sure.  Meet me in half an hour at the Candlelight
Inn, you know where that is, right?  Great, see you then." 

Walking next door to the liquor store he bought a pack of
cigarettes and another six-pack of beer, throwing one of the
twenties on the counter he got from selling her pussy.

Popping the top, he sat on a flower planter across from the room
to keep an eye on when her latest dick was finished.  He'd send
Cal in right after this Eddie guy left.  It was just before eight
when Cal showed up and Duane was perturbed with him as he had
someone else in the car.

"What's going on?" he asked leaning into the driver's window
eyeballing the outsider.

"I was out drinking with some friends when you called and
mentioned this new whore of yours to them.   Frank wanted to tag
along, you know, to check her out.  I hope you don't mind."

He had on a dirty ball cap, had stringy, dark brown hair was
unshaven with a long, ski-slope shaped nose and a large cyst on
the side of his neck.  He smiled, exposing a set of dingy brown
teeth and extended his hand for a shake.  Duane noticed his long,
grimy nails caked with black gunk and he was missing a finger on
his right hand.

"Frank, you say?" he asked reaching in to the car.  "I'm sure
she's gunna enjoy meeting you."

He gave a toothy grin.  "I know I'm gunna enjoy `meatin' her," he
replied to a round of laughter.
The trio waited outside of room 254 until 8:15.  The two new
comers weren't sure why they were waiting, but didn't ask any
questions.  Duane talked up a storm about this new young whore he
claimed to own but they were losing patience waiting for her.

"When are we going to meet this hot little fuck-toy you keep
talking `bout?" Cal asked flicking his cigarette butt over the
rail.

"I think it's about time now," Duane said rapping his knuckles
against the door.  There was no sound or movement for a while so
he repeated the knock.  Moments later the curtain beside the door
moved aside and the Italian guy's face appeared in the window.

"Can I help you?" he called through the glass.

"We're looking for Meghan," Duane yelled back, noticing the man
was still naked.

"There's no one here by that name."

"Are you sure?" he said trying to look past the man through the
small opening.  "She told us to meet her here at 8:30, room 254."
The man looked away briefly, saying something before looking
back at the three strangers.

"There's no Meghan here, sorry," he said dropping the curtain.

Duane turned to the men with a smile.

"What's so funny?" Cal asked getting frustrated over the whole
arrangement.

"I just spoiled the mood," he said pulling his pack of cigarettes
out.  "Won't be much longer before this guy comes running out
with his tail between his legs."

"Or at least his cock," Frank said snickering.

"So, Cal, how do you know Frank?" he asked as he knew most of
Cal's friends.

"We work together," he said finishing off the beer Duane had
given him earlier.  He let out a slight chuckle.  He met Calvin
years ago when they both did janitorial work for an industrial
complex but a few years ago Cal left to take a much better job as
a garbage collector.  That was the main reason he called him as
he figured he'd still smell like work, which he did.  But as a
bonus, his even more repulsive friend tagged along too.  This
will really test her limits.

Just then the door swung open and the sweaty Italian rushed out,
not looking at the men as he passed.  They smiled at each other as
Duane pulled the key from his pocket.  "Time to party," he said
pushing it open again.

Amanda was facing the wall, hugging a pillow as the men
approached.  She knew it was Duane knocking on the door to hurry
Eddie along as he probably had someone else with him to fuck her.  
Eddie fucked her twice, coating her face with his cum just as she 
said she wanted.  Well, until Duane showed up. Now she just wanted 
it all to end.

She heard the wolf whistle and smacking lips before she heard
their voices.  "Didn't I tell you she was a little fox?" Duane
said reaching out for her.  "Turn around, Babe, let the guys see
that pretty little face of yours."

GUYS?!  She was suddenly embarrassed as she rolled onto her back
and seeing the two men standing beside Duane leering down at her.
Most of the cum had dried but a large wad still clung to her
chin and gradually slithered down her neck.

"Go wash up, I'm sure the guys don't wanna fuck you like that,"

"Naw, Duane, it's cool, leave `er like that.  Makes `er look like
a whore," Cal said unzipping his pants.

"Not so fast, man cash before ass, you know that," he said
turning toward Frank.  "You know you gotta pay, right?  Sixty for
twenty minutes."

"Wait, that means we're getting forty minutes, right?  If we both
pay for twenty?" Cal asked pulling a few twenties from his
wallet.

"Don't work that way.  You share the minutes.  Kinda like a
family plan for your cell phone."

"Then why are we both paying the full amount?"

"Come on, Cal, look at this whore.  You know damn well she's
worth three times that amount and you're fuckin' bickering over a
few minutes?"  Glancing at the time he knew she had her last guy
coming around 9 pm.  That gave them about 25 minutes with her. 
"I'll tell you what, since you're an old friend, I'll give you a
break.  Thirty minutes, both of you, same time for fifty each. 
No more, no less, deal?"

He smiled watching them scrambling for the few bills he was
asking for.  Frank only had twenties and asked for change.  Duane
chuckled, handing him a ten dollar bill.  Just to see the
expression on her face he would almost be willing to let these
two sleaze balls fuck her for free, almost.

Her eyes remained tightly shut as the two men fucked both her
mouth and pussy with a vengeance.  She gagged several times while
sucking Frank but he wasn't sure if it was because he was
thrusting too deep or if his cock cheese was making her nauseous.
 It didn't matter as he was enjoying the show.  "Ten more
minutes," he announced as they traded places once again.

"You can bust your nuts in her pussy, she likes it there," Duane
informed them noticing that Frank seemed to be getting close. 
Unfortunately he wasn't able to see her face when he said it as
Cal had his balls covering her eyes as she sucked him.

Grunting loudly, Frank slammed his cock as far into her as
possible while making weird whale sounds.  Her body stiffened as
his cock exploded into her, his ass clenching with every spasm. 
Frank had hardly withdrawn when Cal slid around, moving between
her spread legs.  She made a soft whimpering sound as he sank into her
sodden hole, moving slightly to the left, allowing Frank access
to her face.  She needed to clean his cock with her mouth.

He didn't last much longer and soon added his cum to Frank's.  He
remained on top of her resting until Duane slapped his back. 
"Let's go, Stud, gotta make room for the next guy."

"Huh?" he asked raising his head not seeing anyone else in the
room.  "Who's the next guy?"

"You'll have to ask Mandy that.  Tell us, Mandy, who's next?" 
Cal was still crushing the air from her lungs and Frank was
redressing.  She remained silent and still.  "I asked you a
question," he said sternly, dropping her phone next to her. 
Swallowing hard she turned it on, cringing as it chimed that she
had messages.

"Greg," she muttered, choking back her emotions.

"Cal, you and Frank need to take off, she's got another customer
waiting and he's pretty eager to fuck her, isn't that right,
Mandy?"  Turning away she nodded slowly.  "Go ahead and call and
let him know you're ready for him."

Turning to him she grimaced.  She was hoping that he was kidding
about it or would at least allow her to rest and clean up.  "Can
I shower first?" she whispered as Cal climbed off of her.

"You don't want to keep him waiting.  It's already 10 after nine
and you need to get this one finished to get home on time,
right?"  Seeing the three of them standing over her looking down,
she dialed his number.

"Hi, Greg, it's Mandy," she said trying to sound cheerful.  "I'm
so sorry to keep you waiting but I was, uh, busy.  Are you still
outside?  Good," she said closing her eyes.  "I'm in room 254." 
Calvin and Frank were already waiting near the door when Duane
signaled for them to leave.  Leaning over her he inhaled deeply,
making a face.

"Damn girl, you're ripe," he said smiling.  You probably should
take a shower first, but I guess there isn't time.  Greggy is on
his way up right now and I know you'll show him a good time, just
like all the others.  He's number 199, right?  That's pretty
impressive, don't you think?" he asked sarcastically.  She
remained still, not wanting to look at him.

Her legs were slightly parted and her reddened pussy dribbled a
thick line of cum down to the sheets.  "You might wanna wipe that
off before he gets here; some guys are grossed out by other guy's
cum.  And I'll leave the door opened so you won't have to get up.
 Make him cum fast or else you might be late getting home," he
said swinging the security latch outside the door to keep it from
closing.  Turning for one last look, he stepped outside noticing
the younger man turning the corner.

He looked to be in his early 20's, black curly hair, blue eyes
and a wide nose.  Probably a college kid looking to get laid on
the weekend.  They made brief eye contact as they passed.in the
walkway.  Duane stayed near the stairs watching as Cal's old
Chevy pulled out into traffic.  If she'll fuck those two losers,
she'll fuck anyone, he thought lighting his Marlboro with a
smile.

~~~

"How much longer?" Joe asked checking the time for the fourth time 
in as many minutes.  Duane casually glanced at his watch noticing it 
was a quarter past 10.  Greg has been in there for more than an hour
and he's cutting into Joe's time.

"Give him another minute or two and I'll go throw him out," he
said noticing he was down to his last smoke.  Crumpling the empty
package, he tossed it over the rail into the parking lot before
striking a match.  Just then the door opened and the two men
watched as the sweaty college kid walked past them smiling. 
Duane returned the smile knowing this was just the beginning. 
"You're up next," he said tapping Joe on the shoulder.

The kid had hardly turned the corner as they entered the room. 
"Honey, we're home," Duane called out mockingly, noticing the
exhausted girl sprawled out on the bed panting.  She turned her
head briefly to see them but quickly returned her stare at the
far wall.

Fat Joe, as his friends call him, loomed over her wiping his
sweaty brow with a handkerchief.  He claims to have a glandular
problem causing him to sweat excessively but everyone knows it's
because he's so fat.

"You want `er cleaned up?" Duane asked standing next to him.

"Hell, a guy like me can't be too picky," he said pulling out his
wallet to hand him the money. "She's fine this way."

Amanda didn't stir while he removed his pants, his belt clanging
like a church bell.  He needed to sit on the bed to pull them
off; sinking the bed so far she almost rolled over toward him. 
Duane sat near the door watching with a smile as the fat man
undressed.  Quite a contrast in lovers.  Going from a young, good
looking college kid to a 50-year-old fat tub of lard within a
matter of minutes.

Fat Joe turned to Amanda as he pulled the stained, tight, five-X
size briefs down exposing the cottage-cheese like white ass
covered with sores and red blotches.  He was a grotesque man by
any standard and watching him with her would be like watching a
walrus fucking a seal.

"Suck my cock, Honey," he said kneeling on the bed.  "I haven't
seen it in twenty years, but I know it's still there," he added
with a snort.  His ham-sized hands held the wall for support as
he leaned closer to her, his blubbery belly covering most of his
pubic area.  "Come on, don't keep me waiting."

"Hey, Joe, you should feel honored, you have the distinction of
being the two hundredth guy to fuck her.  Quite an
accomplishment, wouldn't you say?  I'm sure she'll remember this
night for the rest of her life," he added with a chuckle.

"I'll say, that's a lot of cock for a pretty young lady like
yourself.  Come on now Honey, come get your reward," he said
shaking his flaccid cock at her.

Amanda turned slightly to see the wall of flesh hovering above
her.  Rolls of fat lined his body and the nipples of his sagging
breasts pointed downward.  He was pasty white with thick, hard
rim glasses and very bad acme.  Everywhere.  Sweat dripped on her
like a leaky faucet and his body odor was even worse than the two
men who fucked her together.  She felt the bile rising to her
throat and fought to keep it down.

Swallowing hard, her gaze drifted lower, below the bulging
stomach to the sickly piece of meat dangling below his waist.  It
wasn't large, but like him, it was fat and tucked away inside
rolls of skin.  She could see the outline of the head just past
the tightly tapered foreskin with over an inch of loose flesh
extending past it.  Great, he's uncircumcised and probably hasn't
washed it in months.

"Better get moving or you'll be late getting home," Duane called
out from across the room.  Sighing, she slid lower, wrinkling her
nose from the smell before opening her mouth and closing her
eyes.

~~~

She thought he was having a heart attach he was panting and
gasping so hard.  He wasn't able to fuck her missionary style due
to his size so they settled on a standing position, her bent at
the waist and holding the bed while he fucked her from behind,
having to reinsert himself into her every few seconds as it
continuously slipped out.

Like a rag doll, he thrashed her about, nearly knocking her over
with every lunge.  His thickness widened slightly but he hardly
made it further than a couple of inches inside.  She was gooey
and wet, greasy with cum and over lubricated.  She could feel the
liquids running down both legs as he thrust repetitively into
her.

"In... you... mouth..." he huffed, pulling harshly from her,
knocking her to the bed.  Moving closer, he pointed his fat pud
toward her face, stroking it below the flab.  "Open... your...
mouth!" he cried out stepping closer.  The first shot struck
against her upper lip, dropping onto her tongue as her mouth
enveloped the spongy head.  It jerked hard, sending several waves
of bitter slime to the back of her mouth.  She grimaced from the
taste, covering her mouth with her hand as she rushed toward the
bathroom.

She hardly made it to the sink as she began spitting it out,
hocking up whatever goo had made it into her throat.  Several
times she nearly vomited, as she rinsed her mouth out several
times, wishing they had one of those small bottles of mouth wash.
 Laughter from the men could be heard through the open door. 
That was the most horrible tasting substance she ever had in her
mouth.  Strong and garlicky.

Staring into the mirror she cringed.  She looked like hell and
felt even worse.  Why was Duane doing this to her?  That man was
gross and disgusting.  Closing the door she sat on the toilet for
the longest time.  She didn't want to see that fatso again and
waited until she heard him leave.  She knew it was late but
wasn't sure what time it was.  Her phone was in the other room
but she needed to clean up and get home before her mother got
there.  Reaching for the knobs, she started the shower.

"What do you think you're doing?" Duane's booming voice rang out,
startling her.

"Taking a shower."

"I didn't tell you to do that, did I?"

"Duane, I'm filthy and I stink.  I need to get home so I got to
take a shower."

"You ain't leavin' `til you're done."

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"You still have one more cock to take care of," he said grabbing
his crotch.  She swallowed hard seeing the obvious bulge down his
pants leg.

"I need to get home."

"You will, but only after you're done.  Turn the water off and
come to bed," he said turning to leave.  Sighing, she did what
she was told and stood at the doorway watching as he undressed.

Her eyes stayed focused on the clock as he fucked into her.  She
was sore and indifferent but that didn't seem to matter to him. 
He was using her as a cum dumpster so her participation was
irrelevant.  It was 11:27 when he finally came before rolling off
of her.

Like a spring-loaded dart, she dashed from bed toward the
bathroom.  Her mother got off from work at 11 and it takes about
30 minutes to ride the bus home and maybe five or six minutes to
walk to the apartment.  She didn't have enough time to get
cleaned up.

Duane watched with curious fascination as she bounced around the
room like a pinball gathering all of her belongings and shoving
them into her backpack.  Fresh cum was still leaking out of her
as she pulled her panties into place, reaching for her jeans. 
She looked as if she had been ridden hard and put up wet, which
really, she had been.

"I'll call you tomorrow to let you know what time I want you to
meet me here."

Stopping immediately, she looked at him.  "Duane, tomorrow's
Sunday and I can't.  I have things to do and I always spend
Sunday with mom."

"I don't care.  You're my whore now and you'll do what I tell
you.  You can go to church, I think it's funny that you sit there
all sweet and innocent and then go out and fuck your brains out
with any guy you meet.  Kinda goes against your teachings,
right?"

"Please, let me have one day to myself.  We always go for lunch
after church and we're supposed to go have a facial after that."

"You already had your facial.  I'll call you at 1, you'd better
answer your phone or I will find you and you don't want to know
what will happen.  Do I make myself clear?"  Dropping her head,
she nodded.  "Now you'd better get moving, your mom should be
home any minute and you don't want her to see you lookin' like
that, do you?"

He laughed as she nearly tripped rushing from the room.  Dumb
whore will make him a fortune.  Monday he'll call his boss and
quit.  They can take their $10 an hour shitty job and shove it up
their asses.  He'll make more in one hour with Amanda than
working all evening for the school.

Pulling out the last beer he popped it open.  It was warm, but to
hell with it, it's time to celebrate.  Grabbing the remote, he
turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he fell
asleep.  The room was paid for so why not use it.

***

She had barely made it to her room and dropped her backpack on
the floor when she heard her mother's key in the door.  She had
wanted to brush her teeth as she could still taste the residue of
the fat man's cum but there wasn't time.  Her bed time was 11 pm,
even on the weekends and if her mother knew she was still awake,
she'd be grounded.  Quickly slipping under the covers, she closed
her eyes as her bedroom door opened and her mother entered. 
Fully clothed, she had the blanket pulled to her chin, praying
she wouldn't suspect anything.

Amanda felt anxiety as her mother bent over to kiss her forehead
and took a few quick sniffs.  She knew she reeked and lay
completely still as not to have to explain why she smelled the
way she did.  Quietly her mother left the room, closing the door
behind her.  Releasing a breath of relief, she undressed,
throwing her clothes under her bed.  She'll have to wash them
separately later, when her mom wasn't home.

~~~

"I'm sorry, Mom, but me and Sara has to work on our science
project.  It's due tomorrow and we want to get a good grade," she
said on their way to church.  She's going to call me about 1 so
we can make plans to meet."

"Honey, I already made our appointments at the spa.  We'll be
treated like queens for a couple of hours.  Can't this wait until
later?"

"Really it can't.  We still have a lot to do and I'm writing the
report."

"Why don't you girls work on it at our house for a change?  I'll
make cookies and it will be like a girl's day in.  What do you
say?"

"Uh, well, we can't `cause all of our stuff is at her house."

Sighing, she hugged Amanda to her chest.  "Well I always say that
school comes first.  We'll do this next Sunday, okay?"

"Thanks Mom, I knew you'd understand," she said smiling at the
Deacon holding the door for them.

~~~ Joyce sat in the booth across from her at the restaurant
watching as she picked through her fries.  Her mind seemed a
million miles away and she hardly ate a thing, which wasn't like
her at all.  "Are you feeling alright, Honey?" she asked reaching
across the table to feel her forehead.

Look up from her plate she gave a forced smile.  "Yea, I'm fine,
Mom, why do you ask?"

"You're not eating or talking, which is very unusual.  Something
on your mind you want to talk about?"

"No, I'm just thinking, that's all."

"I see," she said returning to her lunch.  "So, what did you
learn in Sunday school?"

Amanda looked back at her plate, picking up cold fry.  "Usual
stuff."

"Like what?  I'm not letting you off that easy, kiddo," she said
leaning across the table to touch her finger to her nose.

Sighing, she frowned.  "We talked about sin."

"That's a pretty broad subject.  Which sin?"  She watched as
Amanda squirmed in her seat, not feeling comfortable with the
conversation.  "Amanda?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mom, really, I just have a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Well let's talk about it.  You know you can tell me anything,
right?"

"Fornication," she blurted out stuffing two fries into her mouth
so that she wouldn't have to talk.

"Wow, that was a big one," she nervously laughed reaching out to
touch her daughter's hand.

"Our teacher wanted us to sign a contract to abstain from sex
until we're married."

"I see.  Did you sign it?"

Glancing away she nodded.
"Good, I'm glad we agree about that.  Premarital sex is a sin and
comes with too many risks, especially today."  Amanda nodded, not
making eye contact with her.  "I work in the hospital and see all
sorts of bad things and believe me, you don't want to mess around
with any of that crazy stuff out there."  Looking at her mother
she smiled.

They finished their meal in silence and began walking the few
blocks to their apartment.  It was a few minutes after 1 and she
was expecting Duane's call at any minute.  Checking to be sure
her phone was on; she wasn't watching where she was going and ran
into a man exiting the hardware store.

"Excuse me," she said attempting to go around him.

"Well, well, well, little Mandy, how good to see you again," he
said grabbing both of her arms.  She noticed the hairy knuckles
and arms as her eyes meandered upward to see his ugly smirking
face.  It was Bear.

"Amanda, do you know this man?" her mother asked stepping to the
side of her.

"Know me?  Hell, she knows me *very* well, don't you doll?"

"Amanda, do you know this man?" she repeated not taking her eyes
from this leering stranger.  Slowly she shook her head, keeping
her eyes focused downward.

"Come on, Mandy, don't be like that.  Tell the old broad what we
did last night."

"You'd do best to take your hands off of my daughter!" she said
pushing to stand between them.

"YOUR DAUGHTER? Wow, sorry, I didn't know."

"Her name isn't Mandy and she said that she doesn't know you so
if you don't take your hand off of her, I'll call the police! 
She's 13-years-old, you pervert, and wouldn't hang around the
likes of you!"

"Thirteen?  Oh shit, I thought you were older.  Maybe you're
right, I must have you mixed up with someone else," he added
letting her arm go.  "Sorry to bother you."

Moving aside, they brushed past him with Joyce turning to see him
still ogling her daughter.  "The nerve of some people!" she
huffed grabbing Amanda by the wrist to pull her quickly around
the corner.  Just then her phone rang and she cringed.  Pulling
it out, the caller id showed Brad.  It was Duane.

"Hi, Sara," she stuttered, almost choking on her words.

"What?" Duane replied.

"I'm walking home with my mother right now.  We should be home in
just a few minutes."

"Room 218, be here in fifteen minutes."

"FIFTEEN MINUTES!?" She nearly yelled looking up at her mother
who was now staring at her.  "Sara, I can't be there in fifteen
minutes.  I need to change my clothes and stuff."

"Fifteen minutes.  Don't make me come get you!" he ordered
hanging up.  She kept the phone to her ear listening to the dead
silence until she realized the call ended.  "Uh, okay, Sara, I'll
try to be there in fifteen minutes," she muttered before hanging
up.

"What was that all about?" Joyce asked worried about how
strangely she's been acting lately.

"Sara's afraid we won't finish the project in time and wants to
start right away," she said waiting while her mother unlocked the
door.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine.  Wear some old clothes
because you're likely to get them soiled, especially when it
explodes all over you."

"HUH?  What did you say?" she asked not sure she heard her
correctly.

"The volcano.  Be careful or you'll get lava all over your
clothes."  They both smiled at each other as she went to her
room.

***

"You're late," Duane said as she climbed the stairs.  He'd
watched her paddling like mad through the parking lot nearly
crashing into a wheel stop.

"Only a minute or two," she huffed, out of breath.  She had taken
some time to freshen up, brush her teeth and changed clothes
twice.  That made her late.

"I don't care.  When I tell you to be some where at a certain
time, you best be there, understand?  I'll let it go this time,
but next time you'll be punished, got it?"  She nodded.

He looked her up and down.  She was wearing jeans and a baggy
shirt with opened-toe sandals.  Inhaling deeply, he blew the
smoke in her direction.  "What's with the outfit?  Can't you at
least *try* and look sexy?"

"I can't when mom's home."  He shook his head, flicking the butt
over the rail.

"Tell me, *Mandy*," he started, blowing the last bit of smoke
from his lungs.  "Why don't you like black guys?  You prejudice
or somethin'?"

"Huh?  What do you mean?  I never said I don't like black guys."

"I've read your on-line thing about your fuck buddies.  Not one
of them was black.  It's hard to believe after 200 guys none were
black."

"I just never found one I liked before."

"You mean as soon as you find out they're black, you delete their
name from your list, right?"

"That's not true."

"Then how many black guys have you fucked?"  She scowled at him.

"I don't see what difference that makes."

"I do.  You're prejudice and only want white guys.  Well, there
were a handful of Spanish guys, but almost all of the cocks have
been white.  That's not right.  You need to spread it around a
little more, you know, be like the sexual United Nations."

She had an uneasy feeling in her stomach.  "What are you trying
to say, Duane?"

"What I'm saying is you need to sample different cocks and I'm
gunna help you," he said pulling the key from his pocket to
unlock the door.  "Come on, we don't want to keep them waiting."

"THEM?" she asked dismayed as he nudged her into the room.

She stopped as soon as she entered, seeing all the dark faces
staring at her and feeling Duane bumping into her back.  "Duane,
no, please," she begged feeling him pushing her further into the
room.

"What's wrong?  You're not afraid of a few black guys are you?"

"There's too many!" she whispered as one approached.

"You fucked two guys at the same time yesterday, what's a few
more?"

"That was two, not seven!"

"With three holes and two hands, this should be easy.  And I got
a special surprise for you too.  I hand picked these guys for
their, uh, how should I say this, their sizes.  You know what
they say, once you go black, you never go back!  Why don't you go
and say `hi' to them?" he  added shoving her further inside.

Stumbling forward, she landed into the arms of the man who had
been walking toward them.  Gentlemen, this is Mandy, the little
hottie I told you about," he began with a snort.  Mandy, these
are a few of my friends I used to work with at the hospital. 
They're really cool so be nice to them."

Three others got up, surrounding her as the one who's arms she
fell into pulled her to his chest.  "I'm gunna love fuckin' this
little ho," he grumbled with a big grin.

"Well, let's get to it," Duane said pulling up a chair.  "You
guys got three hours to fuck `er all you want.  And she loves cum
in her pussy so bust a nut as many times as you want in there,"
he added snickering.

Her shirt was pulled over her head and her pants were being
yanked down as the four animals dragged her toward the bed.  She
struggled slightly until seeing the look on Duane's face.  The
guys who had been sitting on the bed moved aside as she was
dumped onto the bed like a sack of potatoes.  The first man to
her was the first one naked and crawling between her legs.  Her
eyes widened at the giant cock bent at the middle getting closer
to her pussy.  Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes as his
mammoth size split her open more than she ever had been before.

"Suck me," she heard someone saying and opened her mouth without
seeing who it was.  It didn't matter.

For more than an hour her body was twisted and turned in
positions she'd never been in before.  They shoved their cocks at
her and in her slamming harder and deeper than any of her past
lovers could even think of.  She was roughly manhandled as they
punch-fucked her until she could hardly move.  Then the
unthinkable happened.

"Does she take it up the ass?" one of the guys fucking her doggy
style asked.

Pulling the cock she was sucking from her mouth, she hoarsely
screeched.  "NO!" turning to Duane hoping that he'd stop them.

"Sure, she loves it in the ass," he replied with a smile.

Panicking, she shifted her ass side to side, trying to keep him
from finding her small opening.  She grunted as the tip of his
bloated cock stretched her open.  "Aaaugh! Please, stop," she
cried, raising her voice as loud as her raw throat would allow. 
"I've never done that before, please don't!"

"WAIT!" Duane called out rising from his chair, approaching the
bed.  "You've never been fucked in the ass before?" he asked the
sobbing young girl.  Quickly she shook her head, flinging her
hair wildly about.  "Well I'll be damned.  After 200 guys no one
bothered to stick it in your ass," he said smirking.  "I guess
we're in for a special treat tonight," he bellowed to the gawking
men while unzipping his pants.  "But I'm going first.  It's been
a while since I opened up a virgin."
~~~

Amanda couldn't move a muscle.  She was sore in places she didn't
even know she had and the men were still relentless with their
brutal assaults.  Seven horny, middle-aged black men against one
skinny teenage white girl hardly seemed fair as they constantly
battered every hole she had.  Her hands were frozen in a
half-moon shape, stiff from holding cocks and her throat was too
raw to speak.

She lay slack on one man, his cock deeply embedded inside of her
aching pussy while another man pounded her burning asshole.  She
gagged for the hundredth time as the man fucking her swollen
throat pushed the fat head around the bend of her neck once
again.  After three hours on continuously fucking three, four or
five men at the same time she was exhausted, but still they
persevered.

"Alright, time's up," Duane finally spoke giving her a feeling of
great relief.  The men didn't stop or slow down as he stood over
them watching for another few minutes.  "Okay, guys, that's
enough for now, give `er a break."

The guy behind her slowly withdrew, making a comment about how
her ass no longer closed up to a round of laughter.  The cock in
her mouth dropped from her lips, pulling a long line of spittle
along with it and the man under her kept thrusting his hips,
pushing his bloated cock in and out.  If she had a voice she'd
scream out but could only muster a soft squeak.

Reaching for her, Duane pulled her from him, watching as the
club-sized cock flopped from her reddened gash dropping to his
stomach with a splat.  Juices and slime drained from her as he
dumped her callously onto the bed like a toy.  "Mandy has a favor
she wants from you and since she's been a good sport about
everything, I think you should do it for her."

The men looked around at each other before turning back to Duane.
"What is it?" the man still lying on his back asked.

"She wants one more load from each of you inside of her pussy. 
No fucking, just jerk off until you're ready to cum and stick
your cock inside of her.  She loves the feeling of cum inside of
her pussy, isn't that right, Mandy?" he asked the bewildered
girl.

A few grumbles and whispers made the round before they agreed. 
Duane got onto the bed, spinning Amanda around so that her pussy
faced them, pulling her legs back and up, raising her ass. 
"Let's go, fill `er up," he said smiling.

She couldn't watch and closed her eyes, turning her head and
burying her face into the side of Duane's leg.  She could hear
talking and rustling and the steady slapping of fists all around
her.  "Here go the first one," she heard someone call out before
feeling a hard cock slipping back inside of her.  It jerked hard
several times as he polluted her core with his semen.

"Hurry up, man, I'm `bout to blow," another voice called out as
she suddenly felt empty as he pulled away from her but soon
another cock filled the void.  The twitching of his cock didn't
seem as strong but she knew he was adding more cum to her already
overflowing hole.

One after another came inside of her, eliciting a soft whine each
time another cock was pushed inside of  her.  She was nothing
more than a container for them, a place to store their spent
sperm and lust.  After the seventh man finally pulled away from
her she strangely felt relief, knowing they were finished.  "Any
one for a second round?" he heard Duane's booming voice from
above her.

Her eyes flew opened noticing most of the men were already
dressing or were dressed.  Only one of them decided to take him
up on his offer and began jerking off once again.  He was the
skinniest of the bunch and had a long, skinny cock which was as
black as coal from the balls to the head.  He stroked fast and
hard, standing at the side of the bed staring down at her
violated pussy.  Several minutes passed before he leaned forward,
aiming his cock between her legs.

She didn't want to watch, but couldn't pull her eyes away as he
sank half of his cock between her puffy lips and began cumming. 
She could see it contracting and expanding while feeling it
convulsing inside, flooding her with still more slime.  As he
withdrew, his cock was coated with cum and he seemed to have
pulled out more than he put in.  Sliding his hand over his
dwindling dick, he removed the excess cum and smeared it around
her pussy before heading for the bathroom.

Duane didn't move until all the men had left, keeping her legs
back and her ass up.   As the last man closed the door, he slid
her around, pulling her legs toward the head of the bed and
propped two pillows under the small of her back.  "Don't move a
fuckin' inch," he said climbing out of bed.  "I'm going for some
smokes, I'll be right back and if you've moved, you'll be sorry,
understand?"  She nodded feeling the coolness of the brass
headboard against her butt and back of her legs.

She wasn't sure how long he was gone, but she kept dozing off and
would awaken as her legs began sliding from the wall.  After a
while, she heard the key and turned to see him walking back in
carrying a small bag.  She was relieved that he was alone.  For
the first time she looked at the clock, panicking as it was
already after 5 pm and she needed to get home soon.

"Okay, time to clean up," he said pulling her legs to the side,
nearly knocking her out of bed.  She felt the surge of liquids
pour from her burning slit as the many loads of clearing cum
poured from her like a broken main.  Her legs were weak and
unsteady as she wobbled toward the bathroom, closing the door
behind her.  Everything from her pubes to the ankles of both feet
was drenched with their putrid smelling cum.

It had been hours since she was allowed to pee and it felt like
her bladder was about to explode.  Falling to the seat, she let
everything drain from her, sitting for several minutes longer
than normal as a steady stream of fluids steadily dripped into
the toilet.  It was too painful to wipe but knew she's be taking
a shower so she didn't bother cleaning.

Climbing into the tub, she started the water, shivering as the
cold water rushed over her.  Leaning her head against the wall,
the shower cascaded over her bringing some comfort, but not much.
 Today was the hardest day she ever had in her life and she
prayed that nothing like that will ever happen again.  It's too
much too often and too many.

Her weakened legs finally gave out, sending her to the bottom of
the tub and into the puddle of water.  She didn't have the energy
to wash herself and just allowed the water to do the cleansing,
hoping the smell and the memory of the black men would drain away
with it.  "Let's go, you've been in there long enough!" she heard
Duane yelling as the curtain suddenly jerked away.  She was
sprawled out on the bottom of the tub, her legs akimbo, and her
head resting against the wall.  She looked like a drowned rat and
hardly turned her head to see him.

Reaching in, he shut the water off before pulling her to her
feet.  "Come on, I ain't got all day!"  Stepping out of the tub
on wobbly legs, she grabbed onto him for support.  He held her
long enough to reach for a towel and wrap it around her.  "You
look like hell," he said smiling.

Her voice hadn't returned to speak, not that she would have said
anything.  "Let's go, dry your hair, fix yourself up and move
your ass."

"I need to go home," she screeched hardly more than a soft
whisper.  Even that short sentence hurt her raw throat.

"Not `til you're done."

"What do you... mean," she chocked out, her voice cracking on the
last word.  Just then she heard laughter and voices coming from
the next room.

"You want to get your numbers up and I'm gunna help you.  The
best way is to do gang bangs.  Lots of them.  You'll be surprised
how many guys you can do that way."

"Duane, I don't want..." she could speak no more.

"You need cock, I need money, it's the perfect arrangement.  I
set `em up and you knock `em down.  We both get something from
it."

Her eyes widened as she rapidly shook her head.  "Don't worry;
the first few times are always the hardest.  After that, you'll
be an old pro," he said dropping the extra towel over her head. 
"Dry your hair," he ordered leaning against the counter.  "I want
your password for your facebook account."

"Why?" she groaned with a graveled voice.

"I noticed that you didn't add any of the guys you fucked
yesterday and you probably didn't answer any of the emails. 
You're gunna be too busy from now on to handle doing that so I'll
take care of all that for you.  I also want to make a few changes
to your profile.  I can work on that tonight for you so what is
it?"  She stared into his vindictive eyes knowing that she had to
tell him or pay the price of his cruelty.

"Mr. Whiskers," she muttered, holding her sore throat as she
spoke.

"Mr. Whiskers?"

"My first cat."

"How fitting.  Pussy and pussy," he said with a chuckle.  "You're
gunna love what I have planned for it."

She felt sick to her stomach and could hardly stand as she
towel-dried her head, leaving her hair wild and unkempt.

"You know the story of Noah's Ark, don't you," he asked smiling.
That question was out of nowhere.  She'd been going to church her
entire life and knew the story well.  She nodded her head,
reaching for a cup for water.

"Tonight you're gunna be like that ark," he said still smirking.
She was confused.  How is she supposed to be like an ark?  That
didn't make any sense.  Walking to the door, he turned the knob,
motioning her to come to him.  She stood next to him.  "God
wanted Noah to get two of every kinda animal, right?"  She
nodded.  "Well, I did one better and got you two of each race,"
he added swinging the door open, showing her the room full of men
in various stages of dress.  There were two black men, two
Mexican men, two white men and two Asian men.  She stood frozen
in place, unable to move.

"Come on, slut, let's go meet your new friends."

~~~

Duane worked for hours typing on her computer doing things to her
facebook page and blog that she had no idea what it was. 
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.  Fortunately none of the
eight men were as big as the black men who had just fucked her
and she was even relieved that the two Asian men were hardly six
inches long and not very thick.  Even still, it was painful as
she was so sore from the previous encounter.

The men weren't as brutal or rough but still managed to cum a
lot, mostly inside of her with the encouragement of Duane.  Just
after 8:30 he informed the group that their time was up and they
needed to finish soon.  She cringed when he told them that she
had a "favor" to ask of them and steadied herself as they agreed
to jerk off into her pussy just like the others had.

Twenty minutes and eleven loads later they were finished with her
and starting to dress.  Duane asked one of the men to hold her
legs up and open for him while he went for the bag he had
earlier.  Pulling out a roll of duct tape, she watched with
curiosity as he tore off nearly a foot of the gray tape and
affixed it to her, starting at her pubic hair down to the crack
of her butt before pressing it firmly to her skin.

Even if she wanted to ask, her voice no longer worked from being
irritated.  As he dropped her legs, she felt the slimy goo
sloshing around inside.  Worn out, she hardly moved as the men
began leaving, most stopping by the bed to `thank' her for giving
them a good time.  She cringed after each one.  At 9:12 the door
closed as the last man left.

"It was a good day, don't you think?" he asked sitting next to
her.  She could only groan, unable to even turn her head away
from the man responsible for her condition.  Cum was pooling
under her but it was coming from her tender ass as her pussy was
sealed tightly by the tape.  Tweaking her nipple, she flinched,
but couldn't raise her arm to stop him.  It had been that way for
virtually the entire gang rape.  That's what she felt it was. 
She didn't want it but couldn't stop them as they took pleasure
from her over and over again.

"That's another fifteen cocks added to your list," he said
patting the taped region.  "I hope Mr. Whiskers had enough to
eat.  I wouldn't want your kitty to go hungry," he added with a
snort.  Closing her eyes, she prayed this would all just go away.
Feeling her body shifting, her eyes flew open just as she was
rolled onto her stomach.

She lay still as he stood to remove his pants.  "I need a little
relief and since your pussy is currently not available, I'll take
the other hole," he said as she felt his weight on the bed and
the tip of his cock brushing against the crack of her ass.  She
closed her eyes as he entered.

***

The buzzing alarm clock was thrown across the room, silencing it.
It was much too early and there was no way she'd be able to go
to school today.  She rubbed her bloated belly through the sheet
before sighing.  At least the nausea and vomiting is over.  Her
mother had the early shift and was already gone, leaving her to
her misery.  Jerking the sheet away, she stared at her swollen
stomach, appearing as if she had swallowed a basketball.  She
cringed at the thought of last Saturday night and the frat house
party Duane sold her to for a thousand dollars.

There were so many guys she couldn't keep count but Duane listed
it on her blog as 64.  It felt like more.  From 7 pm until 7 am
the guys were able to do whatever they wanted to her and it
seemed like half the guys from school was there.  One thing he
pointed out to her was that Greg was one of only two white guys
on the team.  The rest were tall, well-hung black men.

Two hundred.  That's about how many guys she'd had sex with
before Duane.  That number seemed high at the time, but now it's
nothing as she's had more than ten times that amount since then
and the number is growing faster than her belly.

Sliding from bed, she waddled toward the bathroom, holding onto
the frame as she entered.  She can't hide her pregnancy any
longer.  People are commenting about the weight gain and there
are only so many times you can wear baggy clothes before they get
suspicious.  She's done her best to avoid her mother and with the
rigid schedule Duane has her on, it isn't that hard.

Milk leaked from both nipples dripping onto her stomach as she
sat staring down at them.  Guys seem to target her tender
breasts, treating them like a play fountain and often squirting
milk from them.  So many times she wanted to slap them but she
knew better.  For over three months she has begged Duane to take
her for an abortion but he kept putting her off.  Now, at nearly
six months along, it's getting close to where she can't.  Lately
she's been able to feel the baby moving and kicking and is having
second thoughts of aborting it.

Staring into the mirror, she screamed from frustration.  "This
has got to end!"  She somehow felt better, but it didn't solve
the problem.  She should have ended it a long time ago or better
still, never allowed him to suck her into his sick world.  She
realized he was trying to keep her pregnant to have something
else over her.  But it won't work.  When her mother gets home
today she'll tell her everything.

How cares if she has to changed schools, she'll have to once
everyone finds out she's pregnant.  And going to another church
won't be that big of a deal once you think about it.  The only
obstacle is her mother and she was sure they would do whatever
needed to be done to work through it.  So really, Duane doesn't
really have that much over her.

She felt like a fool, believing his lies and falling for his
scheme to sexually enslave her.  Not only is she pregnant with
god knows whose baby, she's had to be treated three times for a
STD and her sphincter is stretched open so much, she sometimes
has accidents.

Suddenly she felt much better.  She'll tell her mother everything
that Duane has done and she'll know what to do to make him stop.
Swaying to the kitchen she made breakfast and watched TV until
after noon.  She smiled thinking of Duane.  He'll freak out when
she doesn't call him.  Everyday she was required to call him at
lunch to check in and find out the room number she'll be forced
to have sex with numerous men.  Not today.  She'd finished with
that life and will never look back.  Today will be the start of a
new Amanda Carlson.

She was napping when the banging on the door awakened her.  She
thought she was dreaming at first, but the pounded resumed. 
"Amanda, open this fuckin' door right now!" she heard Duane's
voice yelling.  She ignored him.

"I know you're in there, you didn't go to school and your bike is
outside.  Now open this door or I'll break it down!"

"Go away!" she called back, cowering on the sofa.  All the
strength and courage she had earlier dwindled away and she was
afraid.  Even though she knew he couldn't hurt her with his
threats, she wasn't sure what he was capable of physically.  He
did slap her from time to time but never really hurt her.  It
wouldn't be good for business, he told her, if she's banged up
too much.

"You got 10 seconds to open this door or I'll break it down and
you'll be sorry, I promise you that!"  She stared at the back of
the door listening as he began counting.  When he got to seven,
she meekly went to the door.  At ten, she unfastened the latch
and he burst into the room.

"What in the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled grabbing her hair
as she tried to back away.  "I owe you, bitch and you do what I
tell you to do or you'll be sorry!"

"Duane, please, I don't want to do this any more."

"I don't give a fuck what you want.  You'll do what I tell you to
do."

"I'm not," she muttered, unable to look him in the eyes.  "When
momma gets home I'm telling her everything.  You won't be able to
threaten me with anything."

"You're gunna tell her everything?  Tell her you're a whore?  And
what will happen to her job when I tell everyone at the hospital
about you?  I've got a lot of witness `cause you've fucked most
of the staff there already."

"I don't care."

"I bet you will when your mother's fired and you have no money
and no place to go, just like me a few years ago."

"I'm not going to be your whore any more."

Her courage shocked him.  Never before has she ever stood up to
him and always just easily rolled over when ever he raised his
voice.  It must be the hormones or some kind of maternal instinct
kicking in.  Whatever it was, he didn't like it especially since
it will fuck up his business and once her mother finds out about
what he did to her, there's no doubt in his mind she'll call the
cops.  He'll really be fucked then.  Pimping out a young girl for
the past six months will surely have him doing hard time.

"What is it you want?" he asked hoping to persuade her to keep
working or at least to keep her mouth shut.

"I want you to leave me alone and never talk to me again."

"What if I say I'll do that?  Will you still tell your mother?"

"I have to.  I'm pregnant and she'll want to know what happened."

"You could tell her it was a boy from school that moved away."

"I want to tell her.  I don't want there to be any secrets
between us.  I should have told her a long time ago."

He knew that he was screwed.  He made a small fortune selling her
pussy to anyone he could and it was a good run, but it's time to
cash in.  "I'll tell you what, do one more job for me and I'll
give you what you want.  I'll leave you and your mother alone.  I
won't tell anyone you know at school or at church and your
mother's job will be safe."

"What's the catch?"

"There's no catch.  I already promised this guy you'd meet with
him and I don't want to disappoint him.  After that, you'll never
see me again, I promise."

She wasn't sure that she could trust him as he's lied to her many
times, but this might be the chance she was looking for.  To have
him out of her life forever.  "Just one more, right?"

"That's it.  One more trick and I'm history."

Sighing, she headed for her room to change.  Even though none of
her clothes fit, she found something that didn't look too bad and
even put on some makeup.  For once in a very long time she
actually felt good about herself, in spite of her size.

Duane bought a new car, actually an SUV with the money she made
for him.  He wore new clothes and had a lot of jewelry.  He was
flashing his success in being a pimp at her expense and she
didn't appreciate it.  But in a while, that will all end.  She
smiled for the first time in months as they headed down the
interstate.

"Where are we going?" she asked never being to that neighborhood
before.  It was rundown with boarded business, security bars
every where, abandoned cars, graffiti and trash strewn
everywhere.  She didn't like it at all as she only saw blacks
everywhere.  They were the only two whites that she noticed.  The
one white woman she did see was a prostitute waving at cars as
they passed.

He didn't answer and pulled into a dilapidated apartment complex.
 From the outside it looked vacant but too many guys were hanging
around in the parking lot.  They were all black and she got a
very uneasy feeling.

"Duane, what's going on?"

"Like I told you, one more job and I'll leave you alone.  I won't
break that promise," he said getting out.  Swallowing hard, she
climbed out, nearly falling from the high step.  Black faces
turned to see the new comers, watching as they headed inside. 
She quickened her pace to keep up with him.  Stopping at
apartment 4D, he knocked.  She stood closer to him as two black
men approached from the opposite direction, looking at her.

The door opened and a huge black man was standing there.  Her
eyes bulged at his size.  God please don't let this be the last
trick.

"Wayne, wassup?" the over sized man extended his hand outward.  He
never gets his name right but who's going to argue with him?

"Hi, Moby, I got something special for you," he said nudging the
girl closer.  The door opened wider and Amanda was pushed in. 
"Same deal as last time?"

The giant man gawked down at her, smacking his lips.  "Six," he
said.

"Come on, man, this is some sweet shit and you gave me eight last
time."

"She was younger.  And not as fat."

"She's not fat," he said grabbing the bottom of her shirt. 
"She's pregnant so it's like getting two for the price of one."

Amanda heard the two men discussing her but didn't really
understand what they were talking about.  What was that about two
for one?

"Damn, nice," he said rubbing her bare stomach.  "I think that's
worth another grand.  Seven and that's my last offer."

Duane knew he had to take whatever was offered or suffer the
consequences.  He smiled, agreeing on the price and watched as
the fat man went into the other room.  For the first time Amanda
noticed the two black men sitting on a sofa across the room.  One
wore dark sun glasses and the other just kept nodding his head
back and forth, showing his golden teeth when he smiled.  She
felt her skin crawl thinking about those two touching her.

The giant man returned tossing a wad of rubber banded bills to
Duane and grabbing her by the writs.  "Let's go, I wanna try out
my new ho," he said dragging her toward a closed door.  Turning
to the men on the couch he smiled.  "Fix a welcoming present for
her."

Duane counted out the money, grinning as he reached seven
thousand.  Not a bad take for a young pregnant whore.  Looking
back to the men on the sofa, he noticed one was heating something
on a metal spoon before pulling out a syringe.  Moby always gets
his girls hooked and then pimps them until they're worn out.

His eyes followed the taller of the two heading toward the room
where Moby took Amanda and heard her squealing and yelling about
something.

"Stupid bitch should have learned to keep her mouth shut.  She
would have been much better off with me," he mumbled shutting the
door behind him.  "I think I'll buy a computer with some of this
money and look for another whore to break in.  There's gotta be a
lotta lonely young girls out there looking for someone like me."
He smiled stuffing the money into his pocket.

~ the end

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