Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in LABORS OF LOVE Chapter Nine It was time for Chip to go to work. In the distance, through a window, he saw the sun setting in the west. It was the land heÕd come from and the land he hoped he could take a good, long vacation from. Chip mused over the sign theyÕd hung on AlÕs shop. ÒCLOSED,Ó it read. Nice, big letters that left no doubt. And, underneath, an explanation. ÒGone FishinÕÓ Who could argue with that? But he knew thereÕd be questions. ÔWhat ever happened to good olÕ Al?Ó people would murmer. Well, Al was fishing. He and Ginger had been honest about that. He was, of course, fishing from the inside of a plastic bag, at the bottom of the river, and being very generous with his bait, but why go into the particulars? There was a cough. Chip looked at the man on the table next to him. He was a bit of a fly in ChipÕs ointment, Chip thought. HeÕd shown up one day, like Chip, and he apparently had some sort of legal problem, like Chip did. Chip didnÕt know if the guy was a murderer, but whatever heÕd done he preferred to stay out of sight at KimberÕs bordello. Out of sight, that is, to all but the paying customers. Chip figured he shouldnÕt complain. Ever since Chip had begun working nights at the bordello as a Gigolo, wearing a mask and calling himself ÔZorroÕ to hide his identity, the place had become increasingly popular with the ladies. Women were coming from as far away as Japan and New Zealand to see the wonderful man their friends had described to them. So this new felon, this new convict and escapee from the law, or whatever he was, served to cut ChipÕs workload in half. But still, Chip mused, gazing at the man, heÕd liked this place better when it was just himself, for Ginger now had two young men on her hands instead of just one. There was a sound of voices. Suddenly Kimber swept into the room and behind her, Ginger. Kimber was lean and tall and she had a long, beautiful mane of hair that kept getting into her eyes that she perpetually was sweeping back. She advanced on Rick and stopped before his table and gazed down at the young man. Rick was lying on a massage table, a white sheet under his nude body. KimberÕs long hair became entangled around the stiff erection he sported. Ginger stopped beside Kimber, gazed down at the man with warm eyes. Chip felt a spasm of jealousy shoot through him. Rick was lean and tanned and had a hardened look about him, as if heÕd perhaps been in a prison before coming here. He had dark hair and he wore a goatee on his chin that made him look sinister, although he was in fact easy enough to get along with. Yet Chip felt his muscles tense inside himself. They were both equal, that was the problem. Chip lay on his table and tried to relax. Of course, ÔrelaxÕ was a relative, word, for it was time to go to work. The thought of a night of fucking still excited him, and his excitement displayed itself in a fine erection. It rose up sturdy and strong from his loins, eager for attention. ÒWell, youÕve got a big job tonight,Ó Kimber laughed to Ginger. ÒI just finished installing that nude oil wrestling pit in my new master bedroom. IÕll be renting the room out to some ladies tonight from Japan. First there will be a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, with Chip and Rick serving the ladies. Then both of them will hop in the pit and wrestle each other. It should be quite fun! Ginger smiled. She had long flowing brown hair. She didnÕt wear it in pigtails anymore. She was tanned golden brown, like Chip and Rick were, from lying in the sun with them. She kept her bosoms carefully covered to protect them from the sun and now, wearing just a teensy bedroom bra, Chip could see the white areas of her bosoms where her swimsuit bra normally covered them but her playful bedroom bra didnÕt. He studied the twin cones of flesh. They were much larger than when heÕd first met her. They had a fullness to them now, a heft and a weight that made his mouth water. He let his eyes follow the cups of her little bra. It was much too small for her, deliberately so, and it held back and contained little more than her nipples, leaving all the rest of her breast flesh to wobble tentatively in naked allure. Chip gazed at the tiny, thread-like string that ran between her breasts, connecting the two tiny cups. He wondered if it might snap, and leave her suddenly exposed. All at once Rick lifted up a hand and touched it to GingerÕs bra, to the string that connected her cups. She grinned down at him, the tints in her sun-lightened hair looking gorgeous, her face round and sweet and small. She had a fresh coat of glossy lipstick on her lips and just a touch of eyeshadow around her eyes. She reached up a hand but it wasnÕt to bat him away, as she most certainly would have done with Chip just a few weeks earlier, when she was still little more than a 12-year-old brat. Instead, Ginger simply brushed some hair back from her face, letting Rick finger her bra as much as he wished. Rick pulled on the string. The bra lifted, strained. Chip found himself holding his breath, watching. Ginger looked down at herself. She made no move to stop him. Slowly, with ever more cruel delight in his eyes, Rick drew harder on the little string. All at once it popped. Ginger shrieked. Kimber laughed. Chip felt a rage course through him, right up to the tip of his hard erect penis. GingerÕs breasts popped out of her ruined bra. The little cups, separated, detached from each other, hung uselessly by the sides of her glorious bosoms. GingerÕs nipples were stiff and pointy, ready for action. Her bosoms were white cones of luscious vanilla flesh, looking like ice cream waiting to cool the mouth of a sun-bronzed man. Rick placed a finger on one of GingerÕs nipples and flicked it. Then he squeezed and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Ginger gave a gasp but did nothing to stop him. ÒYouÕve got to oil both these big men down for their nude wrestling match,Ó Kimber said to Ginger. ÒAnd I want both you guys to behave, too, okay?Ó she added. ÒIf necessary IÕll handcuff both of you. WeÕre under some time pressure here. The ladies will be arriving shortly and I donÕt want to find you three having some kind of personal celebration back here. I need both you men to be all hard and ready for the women and I donÕt want any sperm wasted on little Ginger here.Ó Kimber looked at Ginger. She put a hand on the GirlÕs long flowing hair and brushed it back from her eyes and her childish cheeks. ÒGinger, be good, okay? Get both these hunks oiled up. I need them completely greased, like nude bronze warriors. Everything, especially their cocks and balls, so they donÕt grab each otherÕs equipment when theyÕre wrestling and angry and hurt each other. But do them from head to toe, okay?Ó ÒOkay,Ó Ginger said softly. Kimber bent and kissed her cheek and then left the room. Ginger fetched a big vat of grease from a nearby table. This was the massage room, and there were bottles of baby oil and different varieties of salves, some of them impregnated with special scents, all of them for rubbing into the body. Chip watched her move as she walked and he saw with tense delight that she was naked except for a miniscule pair of white bedroom panties that were meant for sleeping in but that sheÕd chosen instead to wear while she oiled up both of the men. The panties were cottony-soft. They slipped in between the cheeks of her bottom as she moved, and Ginger had to reach back and pull them out. She placed a vat of grease on the table next to Rick. ÒHi, Chip. IÕll be with you in a minute,Ó she smiled across the nude figure of Rick at Chip. RickÕs penis was sticking up and it stood between her and ChipÕs view of her, but Chip smiled, nodded. He wanted to kill Rick like heÕd killed Al and he wanted to put Ginger over his knee and rip off her panties and have his way with her, and a wicked revengeful way it was too, but instead he just swallowed hard and controlled himself and smiled. Lightly, like hands of an Egyptian slave-maiden, GingerÕs fingers dipped into the big vat of grease and began to play over the Samson-like body of Rick. Chip saw the man relax and settle back for the treatment. She began with his belly, then moved up to his chest. She complained about how the hair on his chest made it harder for her to get him properly greased. But when he mentioned that some weightlifters shaved their chests, and he could if she wished, she promptly rejected that thought. ÒNo, I like you just as you are,Ó Ginger smiled down at him. It was a warm, loving smile, and Chip knew she intended it to be nothing more than the simple appreciation of a stable maiden, a slave girl, for her big important beast that she was responsible for, but still he felt angry at her. And at Rick, for otherwise heÕd have enjoyed her complete, undivided attention. Rick smiled. His black goatee moved with his smile and his dark convict-like eyes watched Ginger as she worked. Then, for it was a big job, his head gradually eased back again and he stared at the ceiling. Ginger finished his chest and did both his arms. Then she moved down to his thighs. She continued to grease him, moving her hands softly and delicately over his stone-hard form. Suddenly Rick trembled. He lifted his head again. Ginger smiled at him. Her hands were greasing his cock. Rick smiled back, watched a moment. Chip saw the man shiver as her lovely childlike hands played over his huge erection. She worked him frankly, yet there was a warm loving touch in her fingers, and she began stroking his balls, teasingly, not even greasing them but just teasing him, perhaps to see if she could provoke him into spilling his load. Rick coughed. Ginger gazed at him with mischeivous eyes. ÒWell, it would make you nice and greasy but I guess youÕd be sticky too, hmmm?Ó she asked. ÒYeah,Ó Rick replied. Ginger pouted. She stopped her play and re-greased her fingers in the vat and proceeded to coat his balls completely. Chip rather wished sheÕd left them as they were, so he could grab them as they wrestled and relieve the damn man of them once and for all. ÒNow turn over,Ó Ginger said at last. Rick lifted himself up. His huge stiff prick wobbled out in front of him as he turned, facing Chip, giving him a quick smile, and then plopped down on his belly. Rick groaned as his engorged cock became flattened and trapped underneath him. Ginger smiled at his predicament. She slapped his bare ass. It was white, kept clear of the sun despite their hours by the pool because both men were required by Kimber to wear swimsuits. ÒNothing,Ó Kimber told them, Òpleased a woman more than to see a manÕs ass all white, like a bunnyÕs tail.Ó And since Kimber was able to earn extra money by hiring the menÕs bottoms out to be whipped, it was very important that the women have a nice white pair of buns to work with. Ginger bent and kissed RickÕs bare ass. She knew that both men would have their seats whipped again tonight, and return to her in the morning with sore, whip-marked bottoms. Gently she kneaded the soft athletic flesh of RickÕs buns. She kissed them again, bit playfully at a hair growing up from RickÕs ass that tickled her nose. ÒMy poor Rick, what did you do to be in a place such as this, working your ass off every night?Ó Ginger inquired. ÒCanÕt say,Ó Rick replied with a grunt. ÒEspecially since Silent Jim there wonÕt say what he did,Ó Rick said, casting a quick glance at Chip. Ruefully Ginger squeezed both RickÕs buns hard in her little hands. Then she dipped them into the grease and began working the grease into his tush. ÒIÕm sure whatever bad thing Chip did is his business, isnÕt it, Chip?Ó Ginger smiled. For the first time Chip felt a warm sense of shared affection flow between himself and Ginger. She knew damn well what heÕd done. SheÕd watched it. ÒI just got tired of the priesthood, thatÕs all,Ó Chip replied nonchalantly. ÒToo many Hey Oh MaryÕs, eh?Ó Rick asked. ÒYeah,Ó Chip replied. He wondered idly what a pass in football had to do with Catholicism. Eventually, working with a kind of warm languid gracefulness, Ginger finished lubing up RickÕs powerful body. As a final touch she turned him back over and squirted Baby Oil on him, especially his cock, which throbbed delightfully as she squirted it. Next she moved to Chip. Bodly he reached up and seized one of her breasts the minute she came to his table. With Rick watching, Chip sucked hard at GingerÕs right breast. The girl, who might have laughed a month ago, when theyÕd been alone, now scolded him and waited for him to finish. To show he had dominion of her, though, Chip suckled first at one breast, then the other, all the while eyeing Rick out of the corner of his eye. Let the man watch! See? She is mine! Chip thought to himself, wishing he could bark it at Rick but not wanting to cause too much trouble. Instead he took his anger out on GingerÕs 12-year-old teats, sucking them hard, working each nipple with his tongue, as if he were a small baby, instead of a full-grown 21-year-old man who had stolen her from her parents. ÒOh!Ó Ginger gasped. She tried to endure Chip, finally batted at his face with her hands. Chip desisted. He lay back and gazed at her tits, now wet with the saliva from his mouth. Ginger frowned at him, as if he might have hurt her, sucking at her so hard. Then she dipped her fingers in the grease and began to rub him down. Somehow, Chip thought, his rubdown was more perfunctory than RickÕs had been. GingerÕs hands worked less sensuously. TheyÕd been lovers for some time now and she knew every inch of his hard muscled body. She worked knowingly, not exploringly as she had with Rick. When Chip moved, or grunted approval or distress, she already expected his response. She oiled him thoroughly, however, and spared not an inch of him from her prying, delving fingers, even sticking a fingertip into his asshole. ÒThere! YouÕre all done,Ó Ginger said at last. She picked up her vat and left Chip, walked back to the table and replaced the vat there. Chip watched her bottom, her alluring little white cotton panties. She wiped her hands with a big moist rag, dried them on a hand towel, and then reached behind herself and tugged her panties out of her bottomcrack. ÒWell, are you men ready?Ó Kimber asked. She strode into the room again, wearing a black spandex dress that molded itself to her curves. She carried a riding crop. One of the brothel girls followed her in, went to the table where the vat of grease was and took away the used towels. Kimber inspected the men. ÒGood job, Ginger,Ó she declared. She smiled at Ginger and Ginger grinned back with a big 12-year-oldÕs grin, as if sheÕd been awarded a gold star for her homework. Kimber slashed her crop against RickÕs thigh. RickÕs breath caught in his throat. ÒAlright, you two! I want both you big hunks to get off those tables. Ginger here will wrap a half-sized bath towel around each of your waists.Ó Kimber glanced at Ginger. ÒUse a safety pin, honey. I donÕt want the towels popping off prematurely.Ó She looked again at the men, watched as they both rose with groans from the comfort of the tables, anticipating a long night. ÒYouÕll both, I hope, have read up on how to serve Japanese tea properly, hmmm?Ó Kimber asked the men. They stood and stretched. They were completely naked, not even wearing slippers on their bare feet. Their cocks stuck out lewdly in front of them. ÒI looked at the book a little,Ó Rick said. ÒGinger read a little of it to me,Ó Chip said. ÒWell, no matter, if they wanted a perfectly served Japanese tea ceremony theyÕd have stayed in Japan,Ó Kimber said. ÒThis will be the Chigago Bulls version, or something similar, I suppose. But both of you behave and do just as your told. No shenanigans! YouÕre both there as servants of the ladies. TheyÕre paying me well.Ó She brushed back her hair from her face. ÒAnd youÕll each get a little cut, to give you some savings,Ó she added. Then Kimber inspected both men standing up, going around behind them, admiring their bare white seats, all healed from their previous whipping, at the hands of some women from Burma. She poked each man in his ass crack with her crop, then came round in front of him and lifted his dick up, using the loop at the end of her riding crop to hook his big head and hoist up his shaft. She glanced underneath at his balls. ÒGood,Ó she murmured. ÒI see you both kept yourselves under control while Ginger oiled you. Good. Now hang on to that stuff, guys! No shooting while you serve the tea, or while youÕre fighting each other in the ring. ItÕs for the end of the party, okay? Then youÕll both need to don condoms and fuck every woman in the room to her heartÕs content.Ó Kimber pushed back her hair from her eyes, a fluid, graceful movement that caused her whole upper body to bend briefly like a willow tree in the wind. She had a long mane of rich brown hair and it was like a large thick rope, tumbling down over her shoulders, down her back, spreading around her to capture her arms from behind and spilling sometimes down her front. ÒAlso,Ó she added. ÒRemember that when your towels are removed by the women youÕre fair game. TheyÕll be armed with little whips and IÕm sure theyÕll want to play them over your bare butts as you serve them their tea. Hopefully you both read that Tea Ceremony book I gave you more than youÕve let on, otherwise you might have very sore butts in the morning. The Japanese Tea Ceremony is a strict ritual and any deviations in it will, if the women desire, cost you a lash or two across your rear ends.Ó Ginger laughed. She let out a big sigh. Her bosoms heaved with her sigh and almost sprang free of the low-cut spandex dress that she wore. ÒGod how I wish I could just take you two off to some Medieval castle somewhere and have you both serve ME for the rest of my life!Ó she smiled. She cast a quick glance at Ginger. ÒAnd weÕd execute her little ass,Ó she grinned. Ginger bit her lip with surprise and bowed her head meekly. Her brown hair swept in over the front of her body, touched itself against her breasts. ÒNow off with you two!Ó Kimber said. She whacked her crop lustily against ChipÕs thigh. ÒWait! Our towels!Ó Rick protested. ÒOh, yeah,Ó Kimber said. ÒGinger honey, put both these men in little towels so they arenÕt showing their penises to them the minute they walk into the room.Ó ÒOkay,Ó Ginger said softly. She picked up two towels left by the girl whoÕd walked in with Kimber. Beside each was a safety pin, as if for diapering a baby. With quiet steps Ginger approached Rick first, making Chip jealous that he wasnÕt her first pick, though in fact Rick was standing closer to her. Ginger let Kimber hold one of the towels for a moment. Then she bent, wrapped the remaining towel she held around Rick. His penis was stiff and throbby and she had to put up with it, trying her best to get him properly covered despite the fact that his big thing stuck up all bristly and uncontrollable. Ginger managed to pin the towel around his waist, sighed, stepped back. She looked down at the job and pouted a little. RickÕs big hard erection lifted the towel in front of him, showing his balls. ÒIf he wonÕt stay down I canÕt do any better than that!Ó Ginger told Kimber. ÒThatÕs fine, dear,Ó Kimber answered. To save time she herself toweled Chip. The young man enjoyed feeling her hands pass around his body. He liked the view her bending form offered of her bosoms. But he felt angry, because little Ginger, his Ginger, that heÕd killed a man for, had towelled Rick. A month ago he would have been in heaven, having both females all to himself, he alone standing nude in the massage room, while they pampered him, but now, with another man present, he felt depressed and angry. The two men met the women and served them tea and later, their asses smarting from having lost their towels and been whipped, they both clambored into a plastic-lined pit. Kimber appeared and handcuffed both men so that their hands were restrained behind their backs. Then she made them touch the heads of their penises together, like boxers touching gloves before the start of a fight. After this, the wrestling match began. Both men were deprived of the use of their hands, due to the leather-sheathed metal handcuffs. They had to wrestle just using the bulk of their bodies. They sweated and their breath came hard and they fought with vigor. Chip was angry with Rick and, knowing that Ginger might be peeking in, or most certainly in any event would hear about the result of their match, he wanted to show he was the worthier suitor. Rick, on the other hand, was increasingly in love with Ginger. He found himself wanting the girl, though heÕd promised not to fuck her, to keep the peace, since he was a newcomer, and Chip and Ginger had already been working at the brothel when heÕd arrived, seeking a place to hide from the Law. Yet now, in the oil-smeared ring, wrestling Chip, he very much wanted to win, or at least to avoid the humiliation of losing. So it was that both men fought like bulls, heaving and throwing themselves at each other, each trying to pin the other down with the weight of his body for a ten second count. And all the while their cocks were desperately engorged, in the way, sticking up. The women had teased them with their fingers, and both men wanted to cum. At the same time their cocks were vulnerable, in a way that their arms or their thighs werenÕt, being sexual organs. So it was doubly difficult for them as they fought, wanting to spurt, to ejaculate, and yet sometimes suffering the anxiety and pain of having their cocks be so vulnerably displayed as they fought one another. Finally, to ChipÕs utter humiliation, he found himself pinned down for a ten second count by Rick. He swore, he felt like biting his teeth into RickÕs shoulder, but he didnÕt, for only girls resorted to tactics like that. He knew too, as he lay exhausted and helpless underneath RickÕs panting form, that heÕd lost his exclusive dominion of Ginger. Despite his noble promises, Rick would have her now, one way or another, perhaps for five minutes, perhaps for an hour. They would fuck, for she would be unable to resist rewarding him for his victory. It was well that both men still had a long night of duties to perform. Kimber got them out of the pit and, sensing trouble, left them both handcuffed. She put condoms on them herself. Then she told them to get to work fucking the women. There were five women. The ladies, delicate women from Japan, wished to have the men come in them every possible way. They passed around among themselves little pills to prevent themselves getting pregnant. They sipped them down with a last cup of tea. Then, Chip glowering at Rick and Rick smirking back at him, the two men were put to work. There was much giggling on the part of the women. They were suddenly released from their traditional Japanese ways. Since Chip and Rick were White, White Devils from the traditional Japanese viewpoint, the women felt no hesitation in making lusty, if politely phrased, demands of the men. After all, they were in America, land of the free, and the men were stemming up freely and eagerly even, their cocks uncontrollably hard. Kimber laughed and left the room, so the women could feel more free still. She locked the door, leaving Chip and Rick handcuffed. In the morning Chip and Rick were so wiped out from their long night of labor that they couldnÕt muster a cross word between them. Ginger awoke from a pleasant nightÕs sleep and attended to them. They were placed gently back on the tables where theyÕd been massaged. She got a bucket and sponge and washed both of them down, wearing just her little white bedroom panties. She consoled them and complimented them for working so hard and massaged their muscles and their aching loins. Both men fell asleep under her. As the summer deepened into fall Ginger flowered and grew. Her body became taller. Her bosom filled out even more, forcing her to give up the sizes sheÕd been used to. She put forever into a bottom drawer in the room she shared with Chip the little training bra sheÕd worn when they first arrived at the brothel. Kimber brought her new clothes, new underwear. GingerÕs hips swelled more and for a little while Chip feared her belly might swell too. HeÕd resigned himself to her love of Rick, as well as himself. Although he still shared a room with her, being her boyfriend, she also sometimes slipped away to RickÕs room and slept with him. She enjoyed having two stallions at her disposal. Chip let her have her way. But having two men, she was being constantly impregnated by both, and Chip made Rick promise that if she got pregnant heÕd split the cost of the baby. Yet Ginger, despite being 12, somehow successfully mangaged the little pills Kimber gave her, and did not wind up with a swollen belly, though both men fucked her vigorously. Sometimes, on weekends, when both men had been given time off by Kimber, they would both spend the day fucking Ginger together. Usually it would begin in the morning, if theyÕd been able to rest the night before. Their rooms were close and both men would wake up with penises hard as wood and little Ginger would be there, warm and soft and inquisitive. Rick would hear Ginger and Chip kissing, or perhaps Ginger herself would hear him walking by, to the toilet, and invite him in. Sometimes both men would meet in the toilet and as they stood urinating together theyÕd decide to fuck little Ginger. TheyÕd return to her bedroom together, Chip bringing Rick along, and theyÕd wake her up and surprise her with their cocks. SheÕd spend the day being forced into all sorts of perverted positions, but despite her cries no one would interfere, not even Kimber, for everyone know she was happy in her ordeal. And sometimes, when the men were feeling especially wicked and lusty, theyÕd take her into the soundproofed basement dungeon. SheÕd emerge welted and bruised and it would take perhaps the rest of the weekend for the marks of their possession of her to disappear. Yet sheÕd be smiling, despite the treatment, for they would have pumped her as thoroughly as young men possibly could, giving their all to her, emptying themselves into her tight little spaces until they themselves ached from the effort. One day late in the fall Ginger agreed to become a working girl at the brothel. Christmas was approaching, and Kimber planned with her to have her coming-out party scheduled for Christmas Eve. Chip and Rick wanted to be present but Kimber convinced them that it must be GingerÕs own party, something she did by herself. And Ginger agreed, feeling a sense of maturity within her. GingerÕs hair was done up specially on the day of the party. A beautician was brought from town. The alarm over GingerÕs disappearance from her home and family had long since passed away. Her parents were consoled, or not; they suspected sheÕd gone away voluntarily with someone, or not. Ginger didnÕt know. She wanted to write them a card but she knew it would backfire somehow. She tried not to think about them and it was not too hard, having two lusty men always keeping her company. After her hair was done Ginger was made up, very carefully, for she had a glowing natural beauty that didnÕt need much makeup. Yet it was the ritual of being made-up that Kimber felt was important, so she had another woman, who was an expert in makeup, spend an hour worrying over GingerÕs face and touching up her naked breasts and putting a little rouge between the lips of her pussy. Ginger sat bare on a chair, despite her lovely done-up hair, for all of her would be seen at the party, and all of her had to be absolutely perfect. Her nails glittering, her eyes sparkling, her lips bright, Ginger entered the room that evening reserved for the coming out party. She travelled on the arm of a man, a man whoÕd just emerged with his wife from a sitting room. Two couples walked with them. TheyÕd all come to party together at the brothel. The women were in their late 20Õs, early 30Õs. The men ranged in age from early 30Õs to early 40Õs. They were business men, working hard all year and looking forward to letting their hair down and having some fun. The men wore suits. The women were dressed uniquely, one in a short party dress, a frock that stretched from her shoulders to the tops of her legs. Another woman wore a bright-Christmas hued pair of slacks with a matching blouse and a vest. The third wore a blouse, a small unzipped jacket, and a short skirt. She also wore long knee-length boots, while the other two women wore heels. Ginger, playing hostess, being the centerpiece of their party, had her hair pinned up and her face made up but she was topless. Her young tender breasts bounced freely on her chest as she blushingly accompanied one of the men into the party room. He carried her gallantly, his arm crossed through hers, but Ginger had little doubt that heÕd prove less than entirely chivalrous once theyÕd gotten started with their party. Despite being nude from the waist up, Ginger had been permitted a pair of soft, striped pants that flared at her ankles. They hugged her hips and she could feel her excitement rising in her dell, moistening her, but she hadnÕt been allowed any panties, and she hoped no one noticed when she sat down if there was a small wet spot between her thighs. She walked barefoot, and she felt the coolness of the brothelÕs tiled floor give way to a rich shag rug as the group entered their private party room. A Christmas tree twinkled with colored lights in the corner of the room. There were twin candles standing on a mantlepiece above a fireplace. The fire glowed sotftly, the room was heated and it was just a decoration. The lighting in the room was muted and Ginger was freed by the man who had brought her and she stepped quietly to the mantlepiece and picked up a match and lit both of the candles. They glowed, giving her face a soft, rich appearance as she turned back to face the guests. The candlelight cast a highlight across her teats. Her nipples were red, the conves of her bosoms white. The rest of her flesh had also lightened in the winter months, as she spent less time outdoors by the pool. Ginger smiled as the men gazed frankly at her bare breasts. Below them her tummy was smooth and flat. ÒHow do you keep from carrying a child, working here at the brothel?Ó one of the women asked. ÒI-- this is my first night as a brothel girl,Ó Ginger answered. ÒOh,Ó the woman said, smiled. She looked at her husband. He grinned. The men had been clued in beforehand to GingerÕs status, had been carefully selected by Kimber and had paid extra for her. Kimber knew theyÕd be gentle with her. ÒCan I get you anything to drink?Ó Ginger asked. She padded into the midst of the six, three sitting facing her, three sitting facing their friends, a space between the two couches where the guests had arranged themselves, the fireplace to the side. There was a small low table between the two couches and upon it was an ice bucket. It contained champagne and red wine. Six empty glasses stood waiting beside it. ÒYou can, but first come here,Ó a woman said to Ginger. The girl approached the woman, stood obediently before her. The womanÕs long nails reached up. Carefully, watching as GingerÕs small flat belly moved in and out underneath her bare ribs with her breathing, the woman undid the snap on the front of GingerÕs pants. Then, working slowly, she undid each of the snaps below it, opening the front of GingerÕs pants completely. The pants were tight, they hugged her hips still, but GingerÕs bush was revealed between the open front halves of her pants, the little feminine fly. ÒYou wear no panties?Ó the woman asked Ginger? She traced a finger across GingerÕs belly. ÒNo, maÕam,Ó Ginger answered. A shiver ran through her. ÒAre you wet between your legs?Ó the woman asked. She thrust a hand rudely between GingerÕs thighs. She felt up against the underside of her pants, against her crotch, where her dell lay. ÒA little,Ó Ginger admitted. ÒYes, I can feel it, just a touch of moisture, but itÕs there,Ó the woman said. ÒAre you excited about spending the evening with us, with our husbands?Ó ÒYes,Ó Ginger admitted. ÒPour me a glass of champagne and bring it to me,Ó the woman told Ginger. ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Ginger answered. She went again to the table, bent over it. She could not get the cork off the bottle and she was forced to take it to a man and he popped it off. It fizzed, the man handed it back to Ginger and some of the fizz flowed over her small hands as she took the big bottle from him. She replaced it on the table and paused and wiped her hands dry on a napkin. Then she filled a glass for the woman, took it to her. ÒThank you,Ó the woman said. She accepted the glass from Ginger. Then the woman caught at GingerÕs thigh before she could turn away. She held Ginger with Ginger standing as she had before, when sheÕd been unzipped. Her flat belly moved slightly as she breathed, her breasts, naked, rose and fell on her chest. The woman delicately pulled open GingerÕs unzipped pants and poured the champagne glass down her belly into her bush. ÒOh!Ó Ginger shrieked. The champagne was ice-cold and it hit her warm belly like winter snow. She tried to retreat but the woman held her, poured the champagne into her pants and over them and all down the front of them, for the pants hugged Ginger tightly, not like a manÕs pants, and there was no place for the champagne to go except to flow all down the front of her, and spill from between her legs to the floor. ÒThere, now my husband doesnÕt have to look at that little wet spot between your legs when you sit down,Ó the woman told Ginger. She slapped GingerÕs thigh. ÒGet about serving the rest of us, girl! Then come and sit on my lap.Ó ÒYes maÕam,Ó Ginger gulped. She turned away from the woman. Hurriedly she filled the other glasses. The men leered at her tightly-hugged bottom in her pants as she filled up the glasses and then hurried around to see that everyone was served. Occasionally Ginger would have to pause to pull up her pants as they sagged on her waist, for despite being tight they were unzipped in front, and she wasnÕt permitted to zip them back up again. When Ginger had served everyone she returned to the woman who wore the small unzipped jacket and the miniskirt and the long, knee-length boots. This time, instead of pouring champagne on GingerÕs belly, the woman invited her onto her lap. Ginger sat. She had no choice. She was there to serve them and to attend to their needs. The woman made Ginger sit facing away from her and then, after taking a sip of her champagne, she reached around in front of Ginger. ÒDrink, darling, you forgot to serve yourself,Ó the woman said to Ginger. Ginger could smell the womanÕs perfume. It was a pleasant fragrance, although she would have preferred to be occupying the lap of the womanÕs husband, or of one of the other men. But then those men each had a prominent bulge sticking up in their laps, and Ginger, considering, decided she was safer on the lap of a woman. Ginger sipped at the glass the woman proferred. Then, just as she was settling comfortably, and hoping for perhaps some polite conversation, the woman tipped the glass over one of her nipples and poured champagne upon it. ÒOh!Ó Ginger declared. She was forced to watch as the woman passed the glass to her other breast and wet its nipple in turn. The champagne was cold, despite being tasty, and it stung her nipples. Ginger tried to smile politely at the other guests. They stared at her, at her soft cupid-like face, at her pert young breasts. The woman in whose lap she sat reached a hand between her legs. Roughly she made Ginger part her thighs and she massaged GingerÕs dell through the thin fabric of her pants. She lifted a finger and tugged at the pussy hair that wisped out through the front of GingerÕs undone fly. Finally she thrust a hard, sharp-nailed finger within GingerÕs pants and sought down and between GingerÕs legs and stabbed at GingerÕs wet slit. ÒOh! Please!Ó Ginger yelped. Her breasts heaved nakedly on her chest. She twisted her head round, trying to address the woman, her hair still done up perfectly, her makeup still flawless, even as her belly glowed wetly with champagne and her breasts stood forth like twin suckled teats, wet by the mouth of some baby. ÒYes, my dear, and we must get these pants off you, to better see you,Ó the woman said. As Ginger stared down at her lap the woman forced her to wriggle her hips and the pants were drawn down GingerÕs long girlishly lean thighs, over her knees, and finally down her slender calves to ring her ankles. ÒGet up. Serve me more champagne. YouÕve used it all up!Ó the woman told Ginger. The 12-year-old rose, attempted to kick off her pants. ÒNo! Leave them. Learn to walk in them that way. And step lightly, so that they do not come off inadvertently,Ó the woman ordered. She gave Ginger a slap on her bare bottom. Ginger winced, did as she was told. Stepping gingerly, she meekly refilled the womanÕs glass at the table and brought it again to her. The woman made Ginger hold the glass as she reached round behind Ginger and seized her by her bottom. She forced apart GingerÕs ass cheeks, making Ginger blush as the interior of her bottomcrack was revealed to the guests behind her. ÒBend forward,Ó the woman told Ginger. ÒNow!Ó Fearfully, almost spilling her glass of champagne on the woman, Ginger leaned forward. She felt herself showing her puckered bottomhole to the guests behind her and flushed a bright hue of red. ÒStand still!Ó the woman ordered her. She felt GingerÕs bottomcheeks, squeezing them, lifting them with her palms. ÒHave you been penetrated anally?Ó the woman asked. ÒNo,Ó Ginger lied. She knew it was the answer the woman wanted to hear. And, in addition, she felt embarrassed being asked about her experience. She was only 12. Let the woman think she was an anal virgin. ÒAnd how about your pussy?Ó the woman asked her. ÒYes,Ó Ginger answered truthfully. ÒAt 12?!Ó the woman asked. Ginger gulped. ÒYes,Ó she said sheepishly. ÒMy God, kids today! Get your bottom over my lap! What will become of you young people?Ó she declared. And so Ginger, still balancing the womanÕs champagne glass in her hand, somehow managed to get herself bottomup over the womanÕs slender knees, with the smell of her leather boots in her nose as she found her face hanging down toward the floor. A light set of fingers came to her bottom. ÒGinger, IÕm going to have to spank you for being so careless and losing your cherry,Ó the woman told her. Ginger gulped. ÒYesÕm,Ó Ginger agreeed. ÒDonÕt spill the champagne,Ó the woman warned her. And then, just like that, the woman slapped her bottom. Ginger cried out and she wondered if any of the guests partying in the other rooms could hear, could listen in as the sound of the womanÕs hand struck her bare bottom and she was forced to utter a screamy reply. SLAP! Again the woman struck her. Ginger yelped a second time, almost lost the champagne glass in her hand. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The woman smacked her again and again, and Ginger felt the champagne in the glass she was clutching slosh out over her tight-gripping fingers. She howled at the pain and yet, even as she felt hurt in her bottom, wishing the spanking would stop, she relished being the center of attention. It reminded her of the long days when Chip and Rick would possess her, and for hours on end she would have no control over herself, wouldnÕt even be able to think, as they ravished her. Now, here, under the womanÕs hand, she knew she was freed of all decisions, had only to obey. They would decide, the men and the women, they would tell her how to behave and how to serve them and all she had to do was listen, and perform, and all the while as she performed they would admire her and remark to themselve on how pretty she was. Ginger felt tears wet her cheeks and her bottom felt raw. She could feel her moist excitement between her legs and she knew that, between the three men, she would be given royal treatment, despite being a slave, or rather, perhaps, because she was a slave, and like some overworked Christmas elf she would be tasked with many duties, all in this little room, with the twinkling Christmas tree in the corner, in front of the glowing fire. ÒOooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!Ó Ginger complained. ÒOh, isnÕt she lovely?Ó a woman sitting across from her asked her friend. Together the two women began to slowly undress, watching as Ginger was spanked, inspired by her sacrifice. The woman with the boots finished spanking Ginger. She made her get up from her lap. Ginger stood. Immediately her one free hand flew back to her bottom and she rubbed it disconsolately. ÒOooooh, that hurt!Ó Ginger reported. ÒOf course it dear, did. Now what happened to my champagne? You seem to have spilled it all,Ó the woman told her, taking the glass from her. It was mostly empty. The jarring smacks had spilled most of it on the floor. The woman glanced over her knees at the rug. ÒYouÕve been bad,Ó the woman said to Ginger. ÒOh, get undressed, youÕre turning into a witch,Ó one of the women sitting across from her laughed. Ginger turned, looked at the woman. She sat naked beside her husband, her nude breasts hanging free, her hips soft and curved and sitting easily in their nakedness on the couch. Across from her husband her friend was also nude. The men were clothed still, enjoying the show, despite the discomfort they must have been feeling from the erections that bulged up from their crotches. ÒBring your little bottom over here, dear,Ó the woman beckoned. Ginger put a finger to her mouth, considered, decided she was better off with any woman other than the one whoÕd just spanked her. As she began to walk she almost tripped over the pants still caught around her ankles. ÒWalk carefully,Ó the woman admonished. Ginger, her coiffure starting to come undone, clasping her bottom protectively, walked over to the woman. ÒHere, have a cookie,Ó the woman said to Ginger. Her friend had taken a plate of them from the table and she had passed them across to her, and the woman, taking a bite first from the cookie herself, then offered the rest to Ginger. Ginger opened her mouth and accepted, standing before the woman. She did not reach with her hands for it for she didnÕt really want to eat a cookie the woman had already taken a bite out of, but the woman pressed it to her lips and Ginger, keeping her hands securely over her flaming bottom, which bulged out behind her, ate the entire rest of the cookie. ÒVery good,Ó the woman complimented her. ÒNow turn around and let me see that little bottom of yours. Does it hurt?Ó ÒYES!Ó Ginger frankly admitted. She turned about for the woman and offered her ass to her, tentatively, worried the woman might strike it. Instead the woman put a finger to it and lightly stroked it across GingerÕs cheeks. ÒOooh!Ó Ginger protested. She didnÕt like having her bottom touched. The cheeks were red and sore after the spanking. They tensed in protest. But the woman kept touching and stroking her, and finally, as if asking permission, the woman leaned forward and blew lightly into GingerÕs bottomcrack. Then she spread GingerÕs cheeks apart with her long-nailed fingers and, having the interior of the crack now much better displayed, she blew into it again. ÒOoooh! YouÕre blowing right into my HOLE!Ó Ginger squeaked. She reached back to push the woman away but the womanÕs hands held her firmly and she was forced, in the end, to rub her hands uselessly against her thighs. The woman blew into her bottomcrack again. ÒYeek! Stop that!Ó Ginger begged. ÒYou must take much more than my breath in your little hole tonight,Ó the woman advised her. ÒBye bye, cherry!Ó She blew into GingerÕs hole again. Why, Ginger mused, was everyone so obsessed with taking her anally? First Chip, and now this woman seemed to hold her little shit hole as some kind of glorious prize, to be sought after and pierced with the greatest glee, as if it might contain a million dollars inside it. The woman leaned forward and licked around GingerÕs hole. Ginger shrieked, stood on tiptoe. ÒQuiet, girl. I must get you lubed for my husbandÕs penis,Ó the woman told her frankly. She licked Ginger again and Ginger bounced on her toes, her feet barefoot on the rug, her pants still banded around her small tapered ankles. ÒNoooo! Please!Ó Ginger begged. She felt her coiffure coming apart, reached up, grabbed at it with her hands, even as the woman continued to assail her bottomhole. GingerÕs naked breasts shook on her chest and she knew it was quite useless to protest, yet she couldnÕt help it, for what would you do if some woman was sticking her tongue up your ass? And if you knew, besides that, that there was something much bigger going in afterward, no matter how much you might prefer that it not? Ginger, even as she struggled to repair her coiffure, heard the other woman on the couch invite the men to unzip themselves. Ginger heard a sound then of zippers being undone. Across from her, the booted woman removed all her clothes except for her long black boots. ÒNow letÕs have some fun,Ó the woman behind Ginger announced, removing her tongue from her butthole. Beside Ginger, the man and woman whoÕd been sitting on the couch stood up. Ginger was suddenly turned by the woman behind her and tossed down on the warm couch where the couple had been sitting. As Ginger plopped down on her belly, the man, standing, immediately crouched over her and held her down, his hands pressing hard into her back. ÒYes, lovely, get something to put on his dick. SheÕll be tight!Ó the woman who had orally inspected Ginger announced. She stood up, poured herself some champagne. As she watched Ginger being held down she wet her tongue in the glass and then wiped it on a napkin, to remove the traces of GingerÕs anal juices from it. The other nude woman, fetching a jar of lubricant from the mantle between the candles, walked over to the couch where Ginger lay trapped. As the man held her down his wife oiled up his cock for him. Then, forcing GingerÕs legs apart, he knelt on the couch between them. Ginger struggled underneath him. She did not want to be fucked up her ass by some stranger, some man she didnÕt even know. She was more alert now to her bottomhole than sheÕd been that first night, months ago, when sheÕd heedlessly given away her tight little cherry-hole in the grope room. She knew what a small and private place it was, and how it only opened up properly in an intimate setting, with a man she knew and loved and cared about. Yet, in this room, she was a mere paid-for trollop, and she realized, as the man stabbed at her tight small bottom with his big prick, tha the night was going to be quite a challenge. ÒOpen to me, bitch!Ó the man breathed hotly into her ear. She felt an enormous pressure against the aperature of her bottom. She screamed. A womanÕs hand came to her mouth. It balled itself into a tight, small fist and inserted itself between her teeth. ÒOoook!Ó Ginger cried out. The womanÕs hand in her mouth muffled her protest. The pressure in GingerÕs ass increased. She felt something like a wet, well-lubricated hotdog pressing into her, one of the big knockwurst hotdogs she saw at the mall that were too big for her to eat. Now one of them pressed at her backside, demandingly, and it was alive, throbbing, and she knew if it could get itself up inside her it would spurt awful goo up into her that sheÕd still be shitting out in the morning. ÒEeek! Noooo!Ó Ginger protested with wild screams. But they only encouraged the man. Lustily he mounted her and forced his way into her ass. Ginger felt suddenly all the air being driven from her. Her stiff-nippled bare teats ground into the cushions of the sofa. She bucked at him, trying to throw him off. But he was inside her already and her rearward shoves with her small little bottom only served to embed him deeper inside her. ÒGoook! Noooo!Ó Ginger yelped and pleaded, trying to breathe, the womanÕs fist in her mouth. She tossed her head wildly to and fro and felt her coiffure come completely undone. Her lovely hair that the beautician had worked so long to pin up so prettily fell down around her eyes and her cheeks. The woman with the hand in GingerÕs mouth forced her fist in deeper, pushing GingerÕs head up and back, making her neck strain, making her whole body arch back and into the man who was fucking her. He thrust hard, he got himself fully up in her. Ginger wailed. He began to move in and out of her like a dog in heat. She bumped her hips back, he stabbed forward. She wriggled, he caught at her hips with his hands and demanded she wiggle in time with his thrusts. Together, then, she underneath, trapped, he above, master, she began to obey him and move with him. ÒSheÕs quite a little exert for a virgin,Ó a woman mused, watching. ÒShe protests like a virgin, but she how she moves now, how she accepts him,Ó the other woman agreed. ÒAh, what a delight!Ó the man within Ginger groaned. ÒImagine me at my age, having a virgin 12-year-old!Ó His two female companions looked at each other. ÒA 12-year-old with the moves of an 18-year-old, IÕd say,Ó one woman murmured to the other, but she didnÕt say it loudly, only moving her lips, for she didnÕt want her husband to hear. Ginger, who felt absolutely full and feared the man might split her apart, ruin her, nonetheless bravely now shoved her ass back at him, embedding him more deeply in her, accepting his need for pleasure. He thrust himself hard inside her, yet not so hard as to injure her, but stiffly and demandingly enough to let her know he could hurt her if he wished. That it was entirely in his power now, that she was his slave. Ginger accepted, her mouth stuffed with the fist of the manÕs wife, her eyes shedding tears. Together they worked to acheive his fulfillment. At last, crowing with the climax of his venture, he spurted hotly into her. Their wet coupling became wet and gooey. Ginger felt his hot sperm rush into her bowles and she knew when she returned to Chip in the morning sheÕd have a remant of this man in her, and she would have to douche herself to get herself clean and free of his seed. But there was no time for that now. The man rose, the next appeared. He wished to spend in GingerÕs mouth and she was promptly rolled over the women helping, so that she lay babylike staring up at him. Her tummy was warm and her breasts were heaving. She was briefly free of the womanÕs fist and she drew in big gulps of air. Her breasts rolled on her chest and she felt the jism of the previous man trickle out of her bottomhole and stain the couch underneath her. Her bottom lay sore upon the fabric, still hurting from her spanking. Ginger reached up, tried to block the second man as he kneed his way onto her. He wanted her mouth. The woman who had held Ginger before now reached for her mouth again, this time not with a fist but with prying fingers. She split GingerÕs 12-year-old lips apart and Ginger felt the man slide his huge cock in over her wiggling tongue. ÒNo! Nooooop!Ó She protested, but it was lost, for the man was in her mouth. Happily he began to work his hips. Each of his thrusts pushed him deeper into her mouth, into her throat. Ginger gagged, coughed. He laughed. He settled his hairy ass on her bare white breasts. They were squashed down by his weight and forced to serve as pillows for his behind. The man humped her. He humped her mouth, lewdly, rude with his thing and uncaring whether Ginger could even breathe. Her eyes grew large and she had to suck air in as best she could through her small perky nose. The man reached down, pinched her nose with his fingers. ÒSuck!Ó he ordered. ÒYou are not doing your part. Do not resist me.Ó Ginger, her eyes like saucers, began sucking on him like a Tootsie-Pop. He relaxed his hold on her nose and let her breathe again. But he kept his fingers against her nose, lingering there, threatening her lest she fail to perform as he wished. Ginger prayed that the man would cum. She could barely get her mouth around his big thing but she sucked it for all she was worth. She began to bob her head up and down, lifting it up from the couch, and the woman whoÕd opened her lips helped her, catching her head in her hands and lifting it up and drawing it down for her. ÒAhhh! Yes!Ó the man in GingerÕs mouth crowed. She felt his buttocks sweating and the sweat from his ass wet her breasts. She was just a thing to him, a creature, living and not inflated, for him to thrust his big bad penis into and receive satisfaction from. Suddenly a police siren sounded out on the road. Blanching, the man yanked himself from GingerÕs lips, hurting her teeth as his big flanged head popped out. In a panic of sexual fright and desire, he spurted all over her face. Big generous drops splattered GingerÕs cheeks and fell hotly into her eyes and got all over her mouth and lips. The siren died. It passed away down the road, a faraway sound, disappearing into the night. ÒHa! Ha! They have the wrong man tonight!Ó the rude man above Ginger crowed. His wife slapped his bare ass and told him to get up off her. A respite ensued. Ginger was let up and she sat huddled on the couch. They brought her wine, forced her to drink it. The women sat down beside her and petted her and caressed her. The men bragged to each other about her tightness, about her youthfulness and her virginity. One more remained, his cock rock hard, yearning. The booted woman stroked him to console him as Ginger was given a rest. As she recovered, Ginger once again enjoyed her place as the center of attention. She eyed the man sitting across from her and his cock. She remained demure, tried not to think about what lay ahead. She had no idea whether heÕd be nice to her, and have her in her pussy, or whether heÕd be mean and insist on entering her sore bottom, or playing suffocation games with her mouth. The booted woman eyed her possessively. She knew, if left to themselves, the woman would have happily had her over her lap again, spanking GingerÕs bottom, perhaps with something more definite than her hand. Ginger wiggled her ass on the couch, feeling the bare raw skin. It was a little better now, a little less sore. Perhaps all the sperm the first man had pumped into her ass had helped it a little, she mused. She was glad for the other people. She wasnÕt in a mood to be whipped by the booted woman. When everyone had been refreshed by wine the party resumed. It was a delicious sight, the women with their breasts hanging free, their nipples stiff with desire. They were tanned like Ginger and their tan lines contrasted with their skin, though they were not deeply tanned, as perhaps they had been in summer, but only lightly tanned, lying out in the Nevada sun on days when it wasnÕt too cool. Their bottoms glowed white in the light cast from the fireplace, their limbs were like smooth gently-hued copper. The men were dark, rugged. Hair grew on their chests and on their legs and in the cracks of their bare asses. They sported lewdly displayed testicle sacs, hanging down between their legs, no pants or underpants or even jock straps to hide the sight. Their cocks slowly grew toward rigidity and the cock of the man who had yet to enjoy an ejactulation stood erect and stiff. His balls were tight, eager to spend. Ginger tasted sperm in her mouth, soothed by the wine. She knew she had it sloshing around in her belly and it was quite gooily all up the inside of her ass, dribbling out whenever she moved or changed her position. The women laid her back on the couch and ran their fingers through her long brown hair, comforting her, making her ready. They made her open her slender thighs, show them her dell. One woman, suddenly, dipped her face down within GingerÕs opened thighs and licked at her snatch. ÒOh!Ó Ginger cried. The other woman, sitting behind her head, petted her face. ÒShe must wet you, dear,Ó she said. Ginger felt quite wet already but it didnÕt stop the woman between her thighs. Her tongue delved into her, penis-like, stabbing, searching. When at last she rose wet-cheeked from between GingerÕs legs Ginger reached for her, for she was on the verge of spending. But instead the man came, the third man. In place of the womanÕs soft seeking tongue his cock now stabbed into her. Ginger cried out, wanted the tongue instead, the man was too big! But he thrust into her and she was made to accept him. As the man worked himself in Ginger, and she began to respond, bucking her hips up at him, lifting her soft well-spanked bottom from the couch, receiving him, the woman at her head got up and drifted around behind the chair arm. One of the men took hold of her. He forced her to bend over the arm of the sofa and Ginger found the womanÕs lips upon her own. They kissed. Ginger accepted the womanÕs tongue in her mouth, reluctantly, then passionately, as the men in both of them worked them to fever pitch. In the distance, for what reason Ginger didnÕt know, the booted woman put the remaining man over her legs and gave him a loud spanking. The bodies worked. Kisses were exchanged, loins met in fevered anticipation of their coming crisis. Ginger felt herself used and utterly violated, but her cunny buzzed with desire and her nipples perked hard into the grasping hands of the man who rode her. The woman above her mouth kissed her deeply, gasped her breath into GingerÕs face as she was fucked by the man behind her. All about the room one could smell the heat of the bodies. There were sounds, sucking sounds, of the joined loins pushing and pulling together. Although sheÕd professed concern for the carpet the booted woman did not seem to mind the impending danger of the man over her lap. His cock was wedged down between her legs. Every time her hand splatted down across his behind he shafted between her thighs, threatening to spill. Ginger, her face turning once in their direction, saw his thing sticking down, wondered at it, wondered if the woman would scold him if he came. Ginger climaxed. The woman above her climaxed. Almost at the same time, the man came in Ginger, hotly, wildly. Her hips shoved up at him, straining at him even as he strained within her. Then, gradually, the four shuddered to completion. They kissed and petted and licked at each other. Their simmering loins gradually cooled. All was done, complete. They told Ginger they wished to be alone now, with each other, wives with husbands. Her job was complete. Ginger composed herself, feeling behind herself, the rubberiness of her spanked cheeks, the sperm dripping out of her bottom. She sipped a final glass of wine, standing up, brushing her hair back from her eyes. Across from her she saw the mess the man over the booted womanÕs lap had made in the carpet. She looked at it, at the man, back at it again. He sat happily on the couch now. The booted woman sat with her legs open, showing her dell, the manÕs cum on the floor between her polished leather bootheels. The woman said nothing, Ginger did not ask why the man had been allowed to spill himself on the carpet. ÒBye, dear,Ó Ginger was told at the door, a woman escorting her out. The woman waved. It was a small, cupped-hand wave, intimate. But Ginger, expecting a goodbye-kiss, was not kissed. The door closed in her face. Aimlessly Ginger walked down the hall. She was nude, her hair a mess. Her makeup, so carefully applied, was ruined. Her bottom hurt and her breasts were sore. She was spermy between her legs and it dripped out of her bottom, leaving a trail behind her on the hallway floor tiles. Despite the wine she could still taste sperm on her lips and in her mouth and down the inside of her throat. She was sperm girl. SheÕd been spermed. Ginger trotted down the stairs to the basement. Her breasts bounced as she hit each new step. She slipped into the room that she and Chip shared. She climbed wearily into their bed. She hated to stain the sheets with other menÕs sperm but she was too tired to go take a bath. She reached across to the nightstand, picked up a lollipop. She unwrapped it. It was cherry. She popped it in her mouth and happily sucked at it. It felt small after the big penis that had been in her mouth. She hoped the cherry flavor would kill the taste of the manÕs sperm. 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