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     Melissa and I came out of the bedroom to find Amanda and Charlene in
each other's arms. They were both totally sweaty, as were the girl and I.
Both women were flushed, and Amanda's cunt looked thoroughly used. A few
soggy, squished bananas lay on the carpet, as well as a very slick
long-necked beer bottle. Amanda saw me looking at the mess.
     "Hey, baby," she said dreamily, while Charlene nuzzled her neck, "I
had the slut fuck me with a few... toys." She laughed and spread her legs
wide to show me her glistening cunt.
     "I'm glad you had fun, Amanda," I said. I glanced at my watch. We
were expecting another member to join our party soon. "Charlene, crawl
over here and kneel in front of me."
     "Yes, master," she said willingly. Amanda groaned as the amazon
unwound herself from her. Like a big cat, Charlene slid off the couch and
onto the messy carpet. She submissively crawled to my feet and then lifted
herself onto her haunches. She sat up straight, emphasising her large
breasts and their firm nipples. Her long wavy brown hair clung to her face
in some spots, the sticky strands giving her a base and lewd look. Her
eyes were fogged with lust, and her tongue held itself on the insides of
her full lips. This woman could have been a starlet or high fashion model,
or at the very least a jetsetter, but she had chosen a different path, one
that had ended her up here, on her carpet, being defiled like a cheap
whore, and loving every minute of it.
     I motioned for Melissa to come to my side. "Hold my cock and aim it
at her face. When I start to piss, hose her down with it. Make sure to
fill up her mouth."
     To Charlene I said, "I'm going to piss on you, slut. You'll enjoy it.
Drink what goes in your mouth, and rub the rest into your skin like it was
expensive lotion or perfume." Her eyes focussed on my half-hard dick. It
turned me on to know that I had power over her, that here I had a chance
to act out a little karmic revenge.
     The girl took me in her hand and licked her lips. I relaxed, trying
to think of some suitably non-erotic thoughts so that I could urinate.
There was silence and stillness in the room. All the women had their eyes
glued to the tip of my cock, anticipating the moment. Finally, I grunted,
and my urine began with a trickle onto the white rug before the flow
increased and jetted onto Charlene's face. She gasped at being hit with
the warm, yellow liquid. Melissa has a frightfully evil grin on her face.
With an open mouth of victory, she aimed the spray of piss into Charlene's
waiting mouth. The beautiful woman drank readily, her face screwing up
with the awful flavour.
     Down her body the urine ran, over her full tits and down her sculpted
torso. The rivulets spread over her flared hips and rushed under her belly
swell, mixing with her cunt juices and dripping off her pubic hair. I
grabbed her head by the hair when the flow began to ebb and stuffed my
cock into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, drinking down the last of
the urine. Her hands came up, one cupping my large, fuzzy balls and the
other pumping my shaft as she sucked and cleaned me off.
     My eyes crossed. "Whoa," I managed to squeak out. She had the suction
of a Hoover, and I was rapidly regaining my erection. It didn't help that
she was as damn near to a Venus as I had ever seen. I let her feed on me
for a few moments, bringing me back to full strength before I pushed her
back, sprawling her long shapely form out on the rug. She mewled,
spreading her legs wide, and kicking her long, Rita Hayworth legs into the
air.
     "Fuck me, fuck me," she said hoarsely, giving me that look.
     I just laughed. "You'll do what we want you to, missy. Fuck yourself
with that beer bottle."
     She reached out a long arm languidly and grabbed the bottle. Without
even stopping to look at it she grabbed it by the neck and shoved the base
into her drooling pussy. I had kind of meant that she should put the
tapered neck in there, but what the hell. She bared her teeth in a
satisfied leer as she pumped the bottle in and out of her. Amanda stood up
and sashayed over to me. She kissed me hard, and I could taste pussy. She
had been very busy with Charlene while her daughter and I had been in the
bedroom.
     "Melissa," I said, "pee on our whore. Let her know what you think of
her using your father."
     The girl straddled the prostrate woman's head and bent her knees a
little. Without the slightest hesitation, her urine ran out of her,
splashing on Charlene's face and hair, drenching her down even further.
The amazon was near-orgasmic, thanks to the suggestions I had given her. I
knelt down and removed her hand from the bottle. I grasped the neck and
began to fuck her with it. Her toes came up to caress my face. I needed a
shave, her toes rasping against my rough beard. She gripped the carpet
trying force her cunt against my hand. Melissa shook her ass, getting the
last drop to land on the bitch's face. Melissa dropped to a squatting
position and smeared her cunt all over Charlene's flushed face. Charlene
was gasping and babbling, lost in her erotic world. She speared her tongue
into Melissa's sweet cunt. Melissa's head tipped back, her sweaty blonde
hair snaking between her shoulder blades. She hunched her hips against
Charlene's face. The woman ate her out with abandon, and had the young
girl moaning in short order.
     I pushed the bottle in past its shoulder, eliciting a grunt from
Charlene's muffled mouth. "Hold that in there, slut. Don't let it fall
out."
     I stood up and stepped backwards, drawing Amanda with me I sat down
on the footstool, my cock standing up straight. Amanda laughed throatily,
knowing that she was going to get the hard cock she had been wanting all
evening. She straddled me and held her swollen lips wide apart as she
lowered her ass in my lap. The head of my tool had just touched her
wetness when the phone rang twice quickly.
     "Oops!" I said, quickly lifting Amanda off me.
     "Jaaack!" Amanda squealed unhappily. "Christ," she said with
frustration, "all I want is a good fuck! Is that too much to ask for?"
     "Patience, my ass. All in good time." I picked up the phone. "Hello?"
I said casually over the grunts of Melissa and Charlene. Melissa had
dropped to hands and knees. Her cute, pert ass rolled in the air as
Charlene sucked her cunt noisily.
     "Mr. King, it's Linda Morrison. I came over as soon as my shift was over."
     "Very good, Linda. I'll buzz you on up." I hit the keycode and heard
the door buzz in the lobby via the intercom. "Tidy yourself up, Amanda.
We're going to be headed out soon."
     Reluctantly, she did, looking at my erection the whole time. "Fuck,"
she muttered. Melissa squealed suddenly, and I knew that Charlene had
brought her off.
     "Okay, ladies, go get cleaned up. Melissa, Amanda, wash up, fix your
make-up, and put your outfits back on.
     "Charlene you go have a shower, wash out your hair and blow dry it.
Put on some make-up, make it look slutty, because you're our whore. Put on
your highest heels and a big pair of earrings, but nothing else.
     "You've got 20 minutes. " All three readily complied, heading for the
bedroom quickly.

     The doorbell rang a moment later. My cock bobbed in front of me as I
headed for the door. I opened it to the smiling face of Linda, the
cocktail waitress Charlene had propositioned earlier. She took one look at
my nakedness and went, "Hey, just what the hell is going on here?" in a
ticked off voice.
     "Hi, Linda. Please come in," I said, using my influence.
     "Well, alright," she said totally unsure of herself. Her eyes kept
darting down at my half-hard dick. She was a small woman, perhaps 5'3",
and skinny as a rail. Melissa had more curves than this girl. Linda
appeared to be in her early twenties. She was somewhat plain-looking, but
she had nice eyes, and thick red hair that hung in loose curls. She knew
how to wear her make-up to enhance what she had, and to distract the
observer from noticing her flaws. She was wearing a thigh length
trenchcoat.
     "Here, let me grab that for you," I said. She turned and I pulled the
coat off her. She was still in her waitress' uniform, a white oversized
man's dress shirt tucked into a pleated black mini-skirt. She wore black
hose and flats. She even had her nametag still on.
     "Thank you," she replied. Her slim, boyish hip brushed against my
cock. "Oh," she said and mumbled, "sorry." Then she added, "It seems odd
that you're not wearing any clothes." She was thoroughly befuddled.
     I ushered her into the living room, past the mess on the carpet to
the balcony. I opened the glass doors and we stepped out into the cool
night air. "Oh, what a lovely view," she said, admiring the panoramic view
of the city.
     "Linda," I began, "I know Charlene caught you off guard earlier this
evening when she tried to pick you up."
     "Yes, she did," she said, sounding annoyed and looking at me, before
scowling at my cock.
     "Undo your blouse. Have you ever had sex with a woman before?" I said
as casually as one would discuss hobbies.
     Her hands began to undo her shirt, and she was oblivious to their
action. "No, of course not, Mr. King. That's sick and unnatural." Her
shirt billowed free in the breeze, revealing the most boring Wal-Mart
Special white bra I had ever seen. She needn't have bothered. She had
nothing up top, zilch. I motioned for her to turn and she said, "Thank
you," as I pulled the shirt of her small frame and tossed the garment back
in the apartment.
     "Take off your bra and throw it off the balcony. You'll never wear a
bra again. Do you understand?"
     "Well, of course I do." I think she went through her life pissed off.
If I was a plain, skinny cocktail waitress, I think I'd be pissed off too.
She reached a bony arm behind her, accentuating her ribs and freed the
dull garment. She slid it off her arms and tossed it unthinkingly off the
balcony. A few floors below I thought I heard, "What the hell?!" but it
could have been the wind.
     She had nipples, you had to give her that, but they were small, in
keeping with the motif of her body. "Y'know, Linda, women having sex with
women, or men with men for that matter, isn't sick at all. It's just what
you're used to, or what you've been brave enough to try. Do you have a
boyfriend?"
     Her face turned miserable. "No," she said finally, "he dumped me last
week. He was only using me for sex. When he found a better looking girl
who'd also fuck him, he just dumped me."
     "Gee, Linda. That really sucks. I'll bet that even though you weren't
expecting a woman to try and pick you up, that you thought, maybe
somewhere deep in your mind, that it might be fun, because it would mean
that you could have sex tonight, and that you wouldn't be alone. Don't you
think that that's possible?"
     "I- I don't know. I guess it's possible." My cock was getting harder
as I played with her head. She openly watched as it thickened even more,
rising to its full length and breadth.
     "Women are pretty sexy, don't you agree? I think you do. Take off
your skirt and panties."
     She undid the button on the skirt and hooked her thumbs inside the
waist. She slid the skirt, panty hose, and panties down her straight hips.
Her cunt was heavily furred in the same bright red hair that was on her
head. "I- I think you're right, Mr. King. There are some pretty sexy women
out there. I guess I haven't been paying enough attention." She stepped
out of her clothes after kicking off the shoes. She stood before me,
totally naked, and oblivious to her condition. Her pale, pale skin
goosebumped as a breeze wafted across her body. She could have been a
little girl, save the thick bush between her legs.
     "Did you enjoy sex with your boyfriend?"
     "Sometimes," she said, rubbing her arms, "I like sex a lot, I'd do it
every day if I could, but most times he'd just rush it, and I wouldn't get
off. I'd have to masturbate after he left."
     "It's nice to see that you're not a prude about everything, Linda.
Masturbating is fun, isn't it? You get this warm feeling, real cozy, and
you know just where to touch yourself, and for how long, so that you can
build up to a really, really good cum, and I'll bet you can drag it out,
can't you?"
     She leaned against the balcony, her hands rubbing her arms and chest.
I could see her swallow hard in the half light. "It's not fair, dammit.
Why can't they just touch me like I touch me?"
     "They're selfish, Linda. Maybe you should speak up a little louder
with them, too."
     "I'm afraid that if I do, they'll walk out even quicker than they do
now." Her hands explored more of her flesh each time they swept over it.
     "A little courage goes a long way, little girl. Y'know, it makes me
hot watching you touch yourself."
     "It does?" she said, sounding a little stunned, but her hand dipped
between her legs and touched her cunt. "Like this?"
     "Mm-hmm, just like that. Sex for me isn't about how good looking a
person is," and then I thought about Charlene and the two blondes, "well,
at least not all the time. It's about honesty and letting go. It's turning
you on, you masturbating for me, isn't it?"
     "Mmm, yes it is." She had a nice smile when she chose to use it. I
guess she kept herself clamped down most of the time. She spread her thin
legs wide, revealing a horse collar cunt. Her thin digit slid in and out
rhythmically. She began to coo.
     We didn't have much time before the girls were ready. "I'm going to
take you right here on the balcony, where anyone can see us. I think you'd
like to give the neighbours a show."
     "Y-yeah, fuck me please, I'm soooo hot right now."
     "Turn around and hold onto the railing." She did, presenting her ass
for impaling. What a nice thought that was. "Haha," I chuckled evilly,
"you're in for a treat," I said eying her ass. "I'm going to fuck your
ass. Have you ever been sodomised?"
     "N-no. That- that will hurt, won't it?" she said looking over her
shoulder while she fingerfucked herself.
     I shook my head reassuringly. "Not at all, sweetheart, In fact,
you'll love it. You'll come so strong when you feel me shoot my cum in
your ass that you'll want to be assfucked all the time. It'll be just as
enjoyable as a cock or tongue in your cunt, or your own hands."
     "Ohhhh yessss," she hissed, "fuck my ass, Mr. King!" she yelled into
the night. "What the hell?!" I heard a few floors below. She held onto the
railing with both hands.
     "Let me wet it in your cunt first." I speared her wet cunt in one
smooth stroke, bumping tight against her ass.
     "Gunh- hunhhh," she grunted, her cunt gripping my fat cock tightly.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck that feels so goood! Oh baby!" she shouted, echoes
bouncing away. I stroked in and out of her pussy a few times. "Fuck me!
Fuck me!" She was pushing back hard. I could hear sounds around us as we
caught the attention of the neighbours. Sneaky devils. They weren't
turning on their lights. They wanted to see or hear more.
     I laughed to myself, sliding my cock out of her tight quim. She
moaned in disappointment. I slid two fingers into her cunt and smeared
them with her juices before removing them and applying them to her
sphincter. I circled the puckering orifice before slipping one past the
tight muscle.
     "Unnngh," Linda squealed as I probed her ass with my finger. "Oh,
that feels so fucking good in my ass! More baby, more!" I slid the second
finger in. It wasn't enough for her. "God, give me MORE! Give me that fat
cock up my ASS! Fuck my ASS, baby! Give it to MMEEEE!"
     I heard a "holy shit" in the darkness somewhere. I rubbed the tip of
my cock over her anus, and she gasped in anticipation.
     "Oh, yesyesyes, baby, stick it in, stick it-" a pause, then a sharp
yell, and then- "HUNNNNNHHHHH!!!" as I buried my cock deep in her rectum.
"Oh BABY, I'm cc- cum- cc-!!"
     And lord, was she ever. She must have been one frustrated lady. She
bellowed at the top of her lungs. Her legs quivered, threatening to buckle
under her. Her ass seized around my cock, and it had been squeaky tight to
begin with. I gritted my teeth and held on going, "Yeeeoo -oh -oh -oh," as
she threatened to snap me off. Still, I held her hard against me until her
orgasm subsided. She had cum so hard that she had shot juice out of her
pussy.
     Her ass spasmed involuntarily around my large cock, but I kept myself
in there. I drew back and forth, slowly at first, building up a tempo. She
grunted with every stroke, but held on like a real trooper. As she became
accustomed to being buggered, the grunts turned into sighs, moans, and her
own particular way of screaming. She was a noisy chick. Most guys like
noisy chicks. I like noisy chicks.
     She hunched back against me, drawing me all the way in, and then me
sliding almost all the way out. For minutes we kept it up, the slapping of
our skin bouncing off the glass. Somewhere I heard, "Oh my god, Harry,
he's fucking her up the ass!" A pause. Then, "No, I will not do that!"
     I looked down at her slim butt. Her asshole was stretched thin around
my fat cock, her anal juices making it slick. Her rectal muscles squeezed
me hard every time I slid all the way in. "Ahh-uunnnh! Ahh-uunnnh!" she
chanted loudly. She was gasping and flailing against the railing, unable
to get away from the perverse sensations that filled her nether regions. I
wouldn't have thought it possible, but her nipples had gotten so fat that
they almost resembled breasts.
     Almost.
     "Look at me, ma!" I shouted. "I'm on top o' the world!" I put my
hands on my hips and thrust back and forth, a big stupid grin on my face.
"Oh yeah," I croaked out, feeling the impending rush of orgasm about to
burst the dam.
     I took her hips in my large hands and yanked her hard against me. She
knew.
     "Yeah, baby! Oh Mr. King, cum in my ass! Give it to me!" she
squealed, her lovely red tresses flailing in the night air. She howled
like wolf, riding me to ecstasy.
     "Fuck, oh fuck! Heeeeeeeerre I cuuuummmmm!" I shouted. I rammed home
one last time and a hot shot of sperm whipped out of the tip of my dick,
my balls seizing and rising into my body. Linda screamed like she was
being hacked apart with a rusty cleaver, her influenced mind and body
responding to my earlier suggestions. She shook violently.
     "ARRRGGHHGGo-od!" she growled through gritted teeth. She snapped her
head back over her shoulders, startling me like she was Regan in the
Exorcist. She snarled at me like she was an animal. I bared my teeth back
at her, fearful that she would turn on me tooth and nail. Sheesh,
sometimes letting Pandora out could be downright dangerous. She slid into
another orgasm as my cock jerked inside her rectum, spewing forth its
seed.
     As my orgasm subsided, spots appeared before my eyes. My knees
buckled and I fell back on my ass with a thump. "Hooooly shit," I managed
to gasp out as I flopped back and lay down. Linda hugged the railing,
quivering. Her inner thighs were soaked with her juices and my cum began
to squeeze out her asshole.
     I looked up and started. They were upside down to me, but there stood
Charlene, Melissa, and Amanda.
     "Been watching long?" I tried to sound casual.
     "Long enough," Melissa said with a guffaw.
     "Can you do that to me?" Charlene said, stroking herself.
     "I can't believe you, you asshole. Haven't you got any self-control?"
Amanda said in a low monotone before turning disgustedly back into the
apartment, the girls following her.
     "Actually, no, I don't. That's why I control others," I said
laughing. "Hey, that was a joke!" I called after them.
     Linda staggered over me, zombielike, her juices and my cum
splattering me as she passed.
     "Shit," I muttered, "that is so gross..."

more to come...


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