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Questions Answered
by Ardent (ardentsuitor@gmail.com)

***

A younger woman's past experience with swinging gives 
her older lover some trouble, until he gets some ideas 
that bring strangers into their bed. (M+/F, mast, oral, 
anal, rough, ws, orgy)

***

My girlfriend and I had enjoyed countless getaways from 
our homes and from our spouses. We really knew how to 
ditch work and other realities, and we'd fuck until we 
were sore. We'd rest, fuck some more, and then go back 
home to recuperate and deal with other realities. 

Quite unexpectedly, our last getaway had turned into an 
orgy, and I had seen a side of my girlfriend I'd never 
seen before. For one, it was evident that she had a lot 
more sexual experience with guys than I had thought. 
She had demonstrated a lesbian, bi, or swinging side 
that I never would have dreamt was there. Always a 
highly assertive woman, she had shown a submissive side 
to a dominatrix. 

I had always known that my girlfriend kept personal 
secrets very, very well, except that she had made no 
secret of the fact that she had always been attracted 
to "older" guys – like me. For instance, she told me 
that at seventeen she was dating a thirty-two year old 
guy. Beyond that, she told me nothing, but she let me 
know that our twenty-year difference was "nothing" to 
her. How old had her lovers been, I wondered?

I tried my best to contain my questions. She was very 
private, and she would have resented it if I had tried 
to pry information out of her. Instead, I tried to 
recall every scrap of information that she had ever 
given me and I constructed a profile, so to speak.

She was raised by an unassertive mother, an alcoholic 
father, and a drill sergeant grandfather that 
overcompensated for his ne'er-do-well sons: one was 
alcoholic; the other was a perpetual adolescent, ever-
enthralled with cars. No, she had not been sexually 
abused, but she had been the only girl among lots and 
lots of male energy. They lived on a sumptuous ranch, 
and there were lots of animals of all kinds. She was 
extremely bright, and she learned from everything she 
encountered. 

She was a virgin until eighteen (not withstanding her 
older suitor, apparently) but she was experienced in 
sex even before she was eleven. She had watched the 
animals. She knew male and female rutting behavior like 
the back of her hand. She raised dogs until she hit the 
hormonal phase of adolescence and her alpha dog 
aggressively tried to mate her. He would growl at any 
human male that came near her day or night. She was 
having increasing difficulty keeping him off her, and 
his ever-ready dog cock was beginning to tempt her more 
than she'd like, she said. That was the end of male 
dogs for her (and literally the end for that particular 
dog.) 

She had great rapport with animals, and she had she 
lost all respect for parental authority when her 
drunken father jacked the family dog off in front of 
her and her mother. Her mother would have ignored it, 
but my girlfriend knew it was time for a divorce. They 
continued to live with the paternal grandfather (the 
real alpha male of the household) and my girlfriend was 
subjected to military discipline. This included a lot 
of barked orders, and discipline that was merciless. My 
girlfriend got several pants-down-spankings when she 
was way too old -- like, age fourteen. (I can only 
imagine what the old man saw between his 
granddaughter's legs as he reddened her ass.) Kinky as 
that was I thought it was a significant key: she was 
used to submitting to older male authority in 
astoundingly intimate moments.

That probably accounted for my some of what I had 
experienced with her. Initially, I didn't think that I 
would have had a chance with a twenty-eight year old 
married woman. I was married, too, but I was 
approaching fifty. Still, I had nothing to lose from 
asking. My line was something a little better than, 
"You want to fuck?" but not much better. Still, she 
said, in that meek voice that she only gets when sexy, 
"I guess?" and the rest was history. She was prudish 
and demur during the day, and really, really sexy in 
bed. She did everything: oral, anal, bondage, etc., and 
she did it really well. She didn't drink or smoke. She 
didn't cheat. She was always honest. On the other hand, 
she didn't say much, so she didn't have to lie, not 
that she would have anyway. I always knew that there 
was lots that I didn't know.

So what had I seen at the orgy? I had learned four 
things. One: that she would participate in an orgy. 
(Previously, I had thought her to be an exceptionally 
private and modest person.) Two: that she seemed 
comfortable or, at least, very experienced at getting 
guys to cum. (She could use her hands, mouth, cunt, or 
anus -- she once even used her feet on me.) Three: she 
demonstrated a technique that I had never even heard of 
before. (When the guys were screwing her ass, she had 
reached behind and she had masturbated them while they 
pumped away.) Four: she could get it on with women, in 
particular, she did a great job as a sub to a dom 
mistress. (Normally, she had little respect for persons 
of her own gender.)

I wanted to ask questions and to learn more about her 
history, but I knew not how. I waited and waited. I 
never lost my curiosity. Finally, one day, the chance 
came. Something we had talked about prompted her to 
say, "You know me, I like older guys." We were relaxed. 
We had time. I said, "Like, how old?" She said, "How 
about thirty-two when I was seventeen?" I knew about 
that one. "That's only 15-year's difference. I'm twenty 
year's older than you." She thought about it, and 
decided to give a serious reply. "Probably, say, forty-
years. I'd have been in my twenty's, they were in their 
late fifties and early sixties." I was astounded -- not 
just at the age difference -- she had said, "They," as 
in plural. Just what the hell was she doing when she 
was twenty? 

I tried to keep cool. "Any women?" I said in my most 
nonchalant voice. My girlfriend said, "No. I was never 
attracted." I was relieved, but then she continued, 
"Until, you know, that time at the hotel. You were 
going to take me back there, remember?" She made it 
seem so matter of fact. She wasn't joking, she was 
serious. I said, "I remember. I will." I didn't want 
this to distract me from my earliest questions: How 
old? Where? When? How? So I said, "Did you say, 'They' 
were in their sixties? How did you meet guys that old? 
Were they college professors?" She laughed, and said, 
"You really want to know, don't you? Well, sit tight, 
this ought to be in one of the Canterbury Tales!"

What my girlfriend told me knocked me on my ass. My 
sweet, sheltered, prim and proper girlfriend (except 
for having a long-term affair with me) had been 
introduced to swinging when she was twenty. It suited 
her very well because she was among mostly couples in 
their late thirties on up, and they were, in her words, 
"housebroken." They were mature. They made no demands 
on her. She didn't have to date. She wasn't tied down. 
She was always the center of attention because she was 
young but socially mature. 

What my girlfriend didn't say was that, at age twenty, 
she must have looked like sex-candy. She always had a 
girlish figure. She knew all the tricks of animal 
husbandry from the ranch, and she was squeamish about 
nothing sexually. She liked older guys, and she liked 
male energy in general. She could be quite the sub to a 
dom in sexual situations. I wondered: had she learned 
all of that through her experience in swinging?

Swinging at age twenty with couples in their thirties 
was only a 10-20 year difference, not a forty-year age 
difference, so I asked her again to work out the math. 
In that matter-of-fact tone she adopts when serious, 
she said, "When you're single and swinging, you don't 
want to get stuck with the same couples. You mix it up, 
and it turned out that the real die-hards of the club 
were older, like couples in their forties and fifties, 
but there were more single guys than women in that 
category. Most of us single women were younger." 

Listening to this, I was beginning to get worried. I 
had to ask: "How many guys do you think you slept 
with?" The question didn't even faze her; she started 
to do the math. "About ten..." (I was greatly 
relieved.) "...yeah, about ten at a party." (Oh, shit! 
Sleeping with ten guys at a party, and she probably 
went to more than one party.) "And about one party a 
week..." This time I interrupted, and said, "Right, 
once a week." She continued, "Well, sometimes you'd 
jump to another party, so, maybe, say twice a week." 
(This was agony. How long had she kept this up?) "I 
didn't do it for that long," she said, "I was done with 
it when I was twenty-two... twenty-two or twenty-
three." (Shit! That was a hell of a lot of guys. That 
meant, if she slept with those guys, then, indirectly, 
I had slept with a hell of a lot of guys.) 

I said, "But not every week, right?" She said, "Of 
course not, I got sick once, and I was laid up after an 
accident – that kind of took me out of commission for a 
while." (Fuck! What kind of sick? STD? What kind of 
accident? From something kinky? Rough sex?) She said, 
"Relax. I spun out in my car, and once I got pneumonia. 
What's with the paranoia? You wanted to know. This was 
before AIDS, and people that are into swinging tend to 
watch out real carefully for STDs, if you know what I 
mean. You'd use condoms until you got to know someone."

Okay, I thought, settle down and listen to her. She's 
had sex with ten guys a week, maybe just forty-weeks a 
year, for, maybe, just two years. That's 800 guys! But 
wait, some of those were repeats. So, let's make it 
roughly, say, 100 different guys. Shit! I had no idea! 
This is more than I had ever expected to hear. I 
thought: I'm never going to sleep with her again. Then, 
I thought: I've been sleeping with her for ten years, 
why stop now? Okay. Okay. I've got more questions. This 
age thing -- calm down, and ask. So I said, "You were 
telling me about the older guys?"

My girlfriend sighed. Now, as she talked, she seemed 
nostalgic. She and said, "Yeah, I definitely gravitated 
toward older and older guys. They take really good care 
of you. They take their time, and they appreciate you. 
It makes you want to do anything for them. They're 
sweet!" (I thought, sweet for you, they look like 
wrinkled raisins to me, even if I'm one of them. It 
seemed so perverted -- a twenty-something and a sixty 
year old -- but I listened to my girlfriend. Okay, 
right, she found them, "sweet.") 

She continued on. She was really getting into it. She 
said, "I guess I fell for them when I was sucking on 
this guy's shriveled cock until it got hard, and then 
it came in my mouth, and the guy was so touched that I 
took the time and hadn't moved on and hadn't given him 
a hard time – it didn't hurt that he reciprocated and 
went down on me, and then he kept going down on me 
after I came and came, like, ten times! Guys like that 
would give you money, too. They had lots of it, and I 
had none. It wasn't prostitution, just money to help 
you get by. There were times, though, when guys would 
ask for something special and were willing to pay big 
bucks – I always turned them down, though."

I had to ask her: "Ask for something special: what do 
you mean by that?" My girlfriend, said, "You can be so 
naοve sometimes! Like, enemas, shitting on a plate, 
getting pissed on. Stuff like that. There's worse 
stuff, like rough sex and snuff, I guess." (Here, I had 
just gotten to thinking that swinging was just a bunch 
of middle aged people having vanilla sex, and my 
girlfriend's describing stuff only a whore would have 
to put up with.) 

"I didn't do that stuff, well, a guy gave me an enema 
once, but that's practical. I didn't take money. The 
only big money I took was when these really old guys 
took me away from a party to a private party and wanted 
me to spend the whole night. I told them I had to get 
home because it was the last day to pay my rent on 
time. They drove me to my apartment, peeled off $500 
for the rent -- boy, were rents cheap in those days -- 
and when I got back the next day, I noticed that one of 
them had left another $500 on my kitchen counter. There 
was some fooling around at my apartment, but they 
didn't want to party at my place, so they drove me back 
to a hotel, which turned out to be a good idea."

"Who were 'they'?" I asked. 

She said, "Well, that was my first and last time with 
those guys, so I don't know their names, but what you 
really want to know is how old they were, right?" 
(Busted! I thought.) "Yeah, right. Tell me." 

"Those guys were easily over sixty, but not seventy," 
she said. I said, 

"Those guys?" She said, "I told you I don't know... oh, 
how many... about three or four. I thought it would be 
easy taking on three, no, I guess it was four old guys, 
but I was wrong." 

I was concerned, "Did you get hurt?" 

"No, no. I told you, guys like that are so appreciative 
and considerate. The only inconsiderate thing was that 
I was the only woman. That was good on one hand because 
they didn't ask for any girl-girl stuff, but I didn't 
get any sleep. You know, a lot of old people are 
insomniacs, and they kept me up with them. One or two 
of them might doze off, but then the others were up. I, 
on the other hand, never got to sleep. They fucked me 
until I was upside down, probably literally."

I thought: this talk of old people having sex with a 
young woman was making me sick. I'm an ageist. She's 
not. But I was the one that had asked, and it was only 
fair of me to listen respectfully. I said, "Would you 
mind telling me what guys like that do with a twenty-
year-old?" 

She said, "That's a funny question coming from you! 
Think about it: not much different than what you do." 
(That was fair, now all I had to do was think. What do 
I do in bed? Well, I do just about anything I can get 
away with. But, I thought, they might have done 
something I had never done.) I asked, "What else, 
besides what I do?" My girlfriend said, "Well, they 
wanted me to dance a lot. I've never done that for you. 
And they liked to watch me masturbate a lot. And one of 
them liked me to call him "Daddy" -- you wouldn't like 
that. And, oh, they had me shave my cunt – you really 
wouldn't like that!" (That's true. Making a woman look 
like a prepubescent girl was a real turn off for me, 
even if I had never seen it.)

"Any kinky sex?" I asked. She thought about it 
seriously for a while, and that worried me, but then 
she said, "Just the usual kink. Fingering me in the 
butt, one in my ass, one in my butt – their cocks, I 
mean, not their fingers. Licking my butt – I wouldn't 
lick them, but one guy kept trying to get me to do it. 
Oh, and a couple of the guys liked to jerk off on my 
face so that they could see it -- so that I could 
"wear" it for them, they said. I wasn't supposed to 
wipe it off. 

"Usually, I don't like that, but they were so sweet. 
All of this took a really long time, by the way. You 
know: old guys and retarded ejaculation. This was 
before Viagra, and it took these guys a long time to 
get it up, and then a long time to cum. I jerked a lot 
of cock that night! It must have taken a half-an-hour 
each for those guys to cum in my face, and then I 
wasn't looking, and one guy got it right in my eye so I 
had to wipe it off.

"Before the night was over they had to send out for – 
actually, they had the concierge bring up – more lube. 
You know me. I always like lots of lube – lots and lots 
of lube. I did feel like a whore, though, when the 
bellboy brought in three tubes of lube and I was in a 
room with four old men, but this wasn't whoring – I had 
a friend that did whoring, and that's a whole world 
different. I'd never do that!" 

(Remind me, I thought, just what the difference was, 
because I really didn't know. She had pretty much 
convinced me that she was a whore when she was twenty, 
at least on that night. Let's face it, the guys might 
have been "sweet" but they had paid her a thousand 
bucks a night to use her as their whore. But the goal 
of tonight's discussion was to find out about her 
predilection for old guys – and about that sexy, 
obscene, jerking off technique -- so, I asked about her 
"technique.")

"Oh that! I didn't think you'd noticed," she said, 
obviously referring to the frat house orgy. "Yeah, I 
guess I did learn that from the old guys. I only did 
that when I was sore and they were taking too long to 
cum – same thing that night at the party." (She called 
it party, I called it an orgy.) "At the party I was 
getting pretty sore by the third or fourth time I got 
screwed in the ass." (I had only counted twice but, 
then again, she had started ahead of me.) 

"A long time ago I figured out that if I jerk guys off 
while they're doing me, they cum faster. It's really 
important when they're doing my ass. I guess it works 
with young guys as well as old." (I don't think she 
realized that it was also a highly pornographic sight. 
The sight of any woman jerking off a guy into her own 
asshole was, well, pornographic. It was real whore-
slut-skank type behavior.) 

"Was there any downside to swinging?" I asked. My 
girlfriend thought about it, and said, "I guess there 
was, because I stopped and I never did it again." "What 
happened?" I asked. "Nothing, really," she said, "Well, 
the last time was a pretty weird experience." (Uh-oh, I 
thought, I'm not sure I want to hear this, but I had 
asked for it.) "What happened that time?" I asked. "It 
was the last few times, actually, that got pretty 
weird. I was getting tired of the same ole couples, and 
they were trying to hook me up with new couples or 
single guys, but it's a pretty tight circle, and there 
wasn't much new out there."

"One day, this guy calls me up and invites me to this 
swinging party that I used to go to a lot but hadn't 
been to in a while. He comes over to pick me up. He 
wasn't my type. Probably about fifty, fifty-five, and 
definitely not sweet, but I was looking forward to 
seeing old friends at the party. Only we didn't go that 
night. He said he couldn't take his eyes off of me, 
that he couldn't keep his erection down to go out in 
public, and that he just had to have me right now, and 
blah, blah, blah We'd 'play' some, and then we would go 
to the party. I had some misgivings, but he said to 
consider it as a sort of warm-up."

"So, I let him grope me, and then I thought we'd get 
going, but he had other plans. He pushed me to my knees 
and had me suck him to 'get me wet,' he said. He meant 
get him wet -- I was definitely not getting wet! Then 
he had me get up from my knees, take off my panties, 
and get on the couch. He stuck it in and screwed for a 
while. Fortunately, he stopped pretty quickly, but then 
he said, "Get up, and bend over the couch." I was still 
in my black dress, and I started to take it off as I 
got up. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, and I 
didn't want to get it dirty. He said, "Leave it on." 

I hiked up my dress, and I bent over the couch. Sure 
enough, he started to shove it up my butt. That's when 
I realized he was really large! Not long, but really 
thick. I said, "I don't think it's going to fit." He 
said something like, "Don't try to flatter me, Bitch," 
or "That's what they all say," but I said, "No, really, 
it's not going to fit. I'm pretty dainty down there." 
He said, "Well, it's going to fit tonight!" 

I thought, I better get some lube and I better get it 
quick! Fortunately, we were still at my place, so I 
said, "Yeah, it'll fit if we lube it up real good. My 
hands will feel great, too." Frankly, I was trying to 
avoid having to take something that thick, but he was 
no dummy, he said, "Yeah, your hands will feel great, 
but it's still going up your butt!"

About this point in her story, I was really confused 
about what made this different than rape, but my 
girlfriend hadn't couched it in those terms, nor did 
she do so as she continued. She said, "I began to 
realize that I didn't like him, but that I liked his 
commanding ways. He was going to get what he wanted, 
whether I wanted to or not. It was the same with the 
boys at the party the other night. Under those 
conditions, I don't have to think, all I have to do is 
follow directions, and I'm going to get screwed. None 
of that game playing and posturing of swinging 
parties." 

"We didn't go to the party that night. He came over 
every night that week so that we'd be "familiar" with 
each other by the next party, which was in two weeks. 
The second week I answered the door naked when he rang. 
I pretty much expected to get bossed around and screwed 
in every hole again, but he didn't touch me that night. 
Nope, he had brought "a friend" over that was very 
"excited" to meet me, and that was also going to the 
party at the end of the week – the implication was that 
we, too, should "get familiar." So that guy screwed the 
hell out of me. 

The next night, another "friend," but that night they 
both screwed me, including an awkward double 
penetration. I thought it strange that he hadn't 
brought over any of my old friends yet, but I thought 
it was just coincidence that I didn't know those two 
guys. The next night, he comes alone and says that we 
almost "forgot" to practice something. He spends the 
next hour trying to fist fuck my cunt, and it took a 
full hour to get it in. It was quite clinical, but I 
had heard of other women doing that, and now I knew I 
could do it, too. It didn't do anything for me that 
first time, but since then, it's been a real mind 
blower!"

(I thought, hell, we'd never done that, and it sounds 
like she's done it more than once, we should try it. I 
didn't interrupt her, however, because she wasn't done 
with her story.) "Did you make it to the party?" I 
asked. "We did, but it was not like I expected. People 
were nice to me, but they weren't outgoing or including 
of us. The guy pretty much had me to himself, although 
at one point he fisted me -- it was like showing off -- 
and that got the attention of pretty much everyone 
there. It stimulated a lot of wanking and cumming all 
around us. When we were done, the hostess came over and 
took me aside. 

She was all, like, "How have you been, it's been a long 
time, and who are you with?" I thought, that's strange, 
he'd been here more recently than me. Surely, she knows 
him and his friends. The host said, "What friends?" and 
I told her about the two guys, but that they hadn't 
shown up at the party yet. The host said, "Oh, honey, 
I've never seen your date before in my life, and I 
asked everyone else here at the party, and no one else 
knows him either. I'm willing to bet I don't know his 
friends, either."

Well, as I listened to my girlfriend, I felt sorry for 
her. Apparently, so did the hostess. My girlfriend said 
that the hostess suggested that she spend the night, 
and they sent the guy packing. She slept with the host 
and hostess and she had sex with the host. The hostess 
asked her if she wanted some girl-on-girl, but my 
girlfriend had said, "No." I reminded my girlfriend 
that she had liked the come-on from the clerk at the 
hotel and she said, "That's different. She was 
commanding. At the party the hostess just asked me – if 
she had commanded me, who knows, I probably would have 
eaten her."

"What happened next?" I asked. "Nothing," she said. "I 
pretty much dropped the swinging scene. It was kind of 
a humiliating finale. I wasn't as confident as I used 
to be after that, and you have to be confident to be 
into swinging. That was pretty much it with "old" 
people – until you." I said, "Really?" My girlfriend 
said, "Pretty much. Sometimes guys at work would try to 
date me, or guys on an airplane. Like I said, I'd 
pretty much turn down anyone under thirty, then it was 
under forty, now it's, like, anyone under sixty. "How 
did the dates work out? I asked. "Not well," she said, 
"older guys on planes tend to be drunk and boring. 

I'd be sitting there, getting all horny in 
anticipation, but bored out of my mind. Then, in the 
room, I'd cum, and they'd be, like, taking forever, 
taking too long to cum – even for me. I have to think 
up ways to help them cum faster. Like, if I started 
talking dirty about myself, or if I said that they were 
too big and that they were hurting me. That would get 
them going faster every time, but after a while, it 
wasn't worth the delay and the shower at an airport 
hotel." 

"At work, they were mostly older engineers and 
contractors. No matter how old they were, they were 
immature. No sense of humor. No sense of tact. Just 
dinner – sometimes not even that – and then fumbling in 
the car, or they'd make me blow them in a taxi just to 
show off, and then awkward scenes back at the 
apartment. I could usually embarrass them enough that 
they'd shrivel up and go away, but I got to admit that 
sometimes I went down on them or I let them screw me 
just to get it over with." "Were you ever raped?" I 
asked. "Nope, never. On the other hand, I've probably 
slept with guys that I wouldn't have because they would 
have raped me before the night was over, but I wouldn't 
call it rape – just bad taste on my part. Yuck, one 
contractor literally tasted like garlic in his semen." 

That was it for me. I couldn't take anymore. She sensed 
that I was reacting negatively, but I only said that I 
was tired and that it was enough for tonight. I thanked 
her for telling me so much, but inwardly, I wished that 
she hadn't. I had to get back home, anyway. As I left 
she said, "You're going to be thinking about this 
aren't you?" And she was right. I couldn't get it out 
of my head that she had been a whore, even if she 
hadn't gotten paid. But she wasn't a whore. It was 
swinging, and "dating.". It was a legitimate 
experience. I had to work this out. But I began to 
avoid her. Then I realized that I was alienated because 
I hadn't shared those experiences with her – otherwise, 
I'd have been cool with it. I had never done the 
swinging scene. Then, the big idea hit: go to a 
swinging club with her!

My girlfriend turned that proposal down flat. She said, 
"No! Besides, what they say is that the men initiate 
reluctant partners, and then the women don't want to 
quit when the guys do." I took this to be a veiled 
threat: get her back into swinging and she'll like it, 
and I won't. I got a devious idea: let's make it so 
that she doesn't like it. Knock the bitch down a peg or 
two. Invite a couple of my friends over, and see just 
how much humiliation she can take. No, bad idea. Too 
angry, and I've got to live my friends after she's gone 
-- make it strangers. Go to Las Vegas, enlist a couple 
of horny guys. Pick out young, energetic guys, and put 
her through her paces. Far fetched as it was, that's 
exactly what I pulled off.

We had a "getaway" in Las Vegas. The theme of that trip 
was in keeping with "anything goes in Las Vegas." She 
had already agreed to do whatever I wanted (actually, 
she always does, anyway.) For instance, she'd pretend 
she was my prostitute the whole time. She'd dress in 
short skirts and chokers (if I bought them -- she'd 
never be caught dead with them otherwise.) Oh, and 
she'd wear mascara (normally, she never does.) We spent 
the first day in our customary catch-up mode fucking 
our brains out. We went out at night and gawked at the 
sites. Nobody on the street seemed interested in us, 
more particularly, they didn't seem interested in my 
girlfriend. I was getting depressed, then I realized 
that the bars we passed were looking out onto the 
street. There were lots of guys looking out on the 
passersby, no doubt checking out the women. My 
girlfriend was getting tired of walking the street, so 
to speak, so I picked the next available bar – nearly 
below our hotel -- and I said we needed to get 
something to drink. 

I got us a booth, and left her to get drinks. I 
dawdled, and watched the guys checking her out. I 
returned with the drinks. She said, "Where's the 
water?" I said, "It's a bar. Drink up." I got up to go 
for more drinks. I dawdled. I noticed two guys at the 
bar clearly checking her out and talking about her. I 
acted like I was trying to get the bartender's 
attention, and I sidled up to the two guys. I didn't 
hear anything obvious about my girlfriend, so I said 
that I had seen them checking out my "date," and that 
she'd appreciate the attention. (I thought, what the 
hell, go for it.) 

I said she was a mother-I'd-like-to-fuck if ever there 
was one. (Actually, she had never given birth, but the 
metaphor struck a chord with these guys.) They were 
agreeing and grunting, "Oh yeah," "Fuck yeah," and they 
seemed to find lots of use for the word "fuck." These 
were my kind of guys, so I said, "If you want to fuck 
her, I'm sure she'd appreciate it. I've basically 
bought and paid for her, but I'm older than you guys, 
and she's worn me out. Time she got worn out. You two 
look like you've got some stamina. Our hotel room is 
right above us. You in?"

I didn't expect to be turned down, and I wasn't. "Fuck 
yeah," they said. What they lacked in eloquence could 
be made up by zeal, I thought. "Well, you gotta know so 
things about her or the deal is off. One, don't ask her 
anything. She'll freeze up and get uncomfortable, but 
she'll go with the flow. Better yet, just tell her what 
to do and when to do it: the bossier the better. Be 
commanding. On the other hand, this is really 
important, don't fuck her until she's ready. Get her 
ready by kissing her neck, rubbing her tits, and her 
cunt, that sort of stuff. Just a finger or two in her 
cunt, not far, but if she's really, really wet then 
she's really ready and you can fuck her. But you have 
to use lots of lube, even if she's wet. If she gets 
dry, she'll stop the whole thing. And be careful not to 
hurt her. She'll have you out of there in a second."

They were all ears, but I was afraid they were possibly 
too drunk or too dim-witted to remember all this. "Same 
with her butt. Go really, really slow, but once you're 
in you can fuck her like a rag doll. Gotta use condoms. 
She'll freak otherwise, and the deal is off. Never, 
never get cum near her cunt – she's fertile (true, I 
thought – not a problem for me, but with younger guys 
it added some tension.) You can cum in her mouth, on 
her face, in her hair, or up her butt, but never in her 
cunt. Actually, use a condom in her butt, too – she's 
clean, but sometimes she's allergic to cum and she'll 
get the farts really bad. (I thought: Hey, I wouldn't 
mind seeing that!) 

"I said, so here's what you do. When you've fucked her 
good and hard, start fucking her ass with a condom, 
then take off the condom when she's excited, fuck her 
ass until you cum, then the other guy can fuck her ass 
until he cums, then sit back and wait for Vesuvius. 
She'll be fucking embarrassed to fart in front of you, 
but you might get treated to the sight of a creampie!"

Now, how to explain it to my girlfriend? Well, I 
couldn't come up with anything, so I just said to the 
two guys, "Follow me." I stopped by the booth, and got 
my girlfriend, and we were out the door, onto the 
street, and into the lobby of the hotel. She kept 
looking back, because the two guys were following us. 
All I said was, "They're with us." When we all got in 
the elevator, I knew it was going to be an 
uncomfortable ride so I said, "Don't look at them, it's 
not polite." She looked down. Ding. We got off, I 
unlocked the room door, and I sort of shoved my 
girlfriend inside. I held the door for the gentleman. 

I got us drinks. I nuzzled my girlfriend's neck and 
rubbed her bare arms. I got behind her and spooned 
against her. I kept telling her to look down. She was 
acting very submissive. I waved the guys over. We 
encircled her, and we let nature take its course, 
except that I had to pull her clothing off. I reminded 
her not to look up at them, and that seemed to help her 
relax. They really started getting into it once she was 
standing naked before us. 

I could tell because, besides, "Fuck yeah," and 
"Fucking alright," they had stripped and they had 
erections. I kept squirting lube in their hands (I 
wasn't going to touch their cocks) and on to my own 
hand. I lubed up my girlfriend. I made it obvious that 
I lubed inside her cunt, and that I lubed inside her 
asshole, too. She must have known what was coming. 

I suggested that she should kneel down, close her eyes, 
and open her mouth. That, too, suited her just fine. 
The guys needed no instruction. They started fucking 
her mouth, one after the other. They made her lie down 
and they fucked her cunt. One guy rolled her over and 
he made like he was going to fuck her ass, but it would 
have been hard in that position. 

My girlfriend wasn't saying anything, but she 
immediately knew what to do. She got up on her knees 
and presented her butt to him. I had to admit: she 
really knew how to do it. She looked back at him – 
actually, back at his cock – as if reassessing the 
situation. Then she scooted over to the couch, hopped 
up, and put her knees on the cushion and her head down. 
She couldn't have made it clearer if she had wiggled 
her butt. It was obvious what he was supposed to do. He 
stood up behind her, and he then had a clear shot at 
either her cunt or her asshole.

Of course, he chose her asshole and, in that position, 
he slid right in. She made excited grunting sounds, and 
she reached back to grab his cock. The guy grabbed her 
arm, and he reached for the other. (I thought, so much 
for her technique!) He pulled her arms back for 
leverage as he thrust up her butt. She really responded 
to that, and she made crying and wailing sounds, but 
there was no doubt that she was very, very turned-on. 
The guy started to take off his condom. I signaled, 
"No," and he kept it on and screwed her butt some more. 
She yelped when he reinserted, but her arousal picked 
up very quickly again. 

The other guy had been left out. He was sitting on a 
wing chair watching. I motioned to the couch and 
pointed to her. I pointed to her mouth, cunt, and ass 
in that order. I tapped the guy screwing her ass on the 
shoulder; he got the point and stopped. I didn't have 
to say a word. The seated guy told my girlfriend to 
"Crawl over here, Bitch!" She started to look at him, 
like, who's telling me what to do, but she thought 
better of it and she complied so submissively that it 
sort of made me sick. She started going down on him 
with her mouth, although he hadn't given her further 
instruction. I was actually jealous, at this point, 
because I could imagine only too well what her warm, 
sucking mouth must have felt like. 

She pulled off to breathe, but then she would 
masturbate him with her long silky fingers. It was 
almost like affectionate foreplay. He stood up and 
moved behind her. She, still kneeling, laid her tits on 
the chair. She reached back and separated her cheeks 
for him (or, was it for her?) It was a highly erotic 
sight. Both her cunt and her ass were slightly agape, 
and they beckoned for penetration. She looked like some 
kind of scabbard to the cock-sword positioned by her 
ass. He stuffed himself in her asshole. He hadn't put 
on a condom. 

She stiffened, arched her back, and I thought the deal 
was off. He shoved her back down. She didn't come up. 
Then, he was pumping away. She wasn't resisting. She 
began making that "Oh. Oh. Oh," sound. She reached back 
and grabbed his cock. She must have known then that he 
didn't have a condom on. Then she reached back with her 
other hand. She started jerking him off with that two-
handed technique while he fucked her ass. The guy 
didn't disappoint me. He said aloud, "What a fucking 
whore!" I thought so, too. 

Then, it was time. I gestured to the other guy that he 
could take his condom off. He made a big show of 
ripping it off, but I'm not sure if she even noticed. I 
squirted lube directly on his cock, and he immediately 
started stroking himself. He got really large. I tapped 
the other guy on the shoulder, and gestured, "Hurry 
up." I couldn't believe how fast he pistoned in and out 
of her ass. I didn't think that it was possible. My 
girlfriend got a concerned look on her face, but it was 
clearly a pain/pleasure thing. She made spasmodic 
grunting sounds and said, "Oh God, oh God," over and 
over again. The guy bellowed as he came. My girlfriend 
shuttered. Clearly, the Bitch had orgasmed from an 
assfuck. I motioned him out. 

The second guy was the mouthy one, and, still stroking 
himself, he said, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of 
you, Bitch!" The odd thing is, he kept talking and he 
hadn't moved. My girlfriend broke her silence, and 
said, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She sounded desperate. That 
got him to fuck her. He slipped easily into her ass, 
despite the size that he had reached. He taunted her, 
"Fuck my cock, whore," "Take this you piece of shit," 
and he'd ram it in hard, and stop, then ram and stop. 

Finally, he rammed to the hilt and he held it there. 
His face turned red, then he exploded with expletives, 
and he undoubtedly unleashed a great load up her butt. 
My girlfriend had been still for most of that fucking, 
but now she bucked and jerked like she was getting 
electrocuted. Another orgasm. I motioned him away. We 
all watched her asshole slowly shrink close while she 
lay panting like a dog – it was like watching a sunset.

I didn't know if she'd react to their cum or not. I sat 
her up. I got her water. I suggested that we all dress, 
but I said to her, "Not you!" She was amazingly upbeat, 
and said she felt great. She looked relaxed. She said, 
"Thanks, guys," and stuff like that. Just when I 
thought nothing was going to happen, I noticed that she 
suddenly put her legs together tightly, and she sat 
rigidly upright. I said, "It's time to say goodnight to 
our friends" and I got up. She stayed seated. They got 
up. That gave me an idea. 

I said to her, "That's not nice. Thank them for the 
nice time before they leave," and I half-dragged her 
off the sofa and onto her knees while I mimed unzipping 
my fly to the guys. One guy got it immediately. He 
unzipped and got out his cock. Like before, she crawled 
right over and sucked on it without command. I told the 
other guy that he should get one last look at her cunt 
before he went. He went to the business end of my 
girlfriend. Her legs were together, so I literally 
grabbed on a knee and pulled. 

He grabbed the other knee to spread them apart. She 
would have fallen on her stomach, except that her mouth 
was pinned to the other guy's cock. Then it came. One 
loud wet fart, followed by countless fartlets. She 
stopped sucking and started to get up. I pushed her 
head back down on the guy's cock. She farted loudly 
again. A glob of goo hit the floor. I grabbed her arm 
and stood her up. I said to her, "Does someone need to 
use the bathroom?" 

She looked eager. I said, "Then escort our friends to 
the door." She looked utterly mortified to have made a 
mess on the floor in front of them, but she did as 
told. I hastened them to dress and get out. She kind of 
followed them around, helping to get their clothes. 
They had to walk around her puddle. She made several 
little farts. The guys did a great job of guffawing 
over her farts while they dressed. My girlfriend lost 
the lightness in her demeanor. I could see that she was 
deeply embarrassed. I opened the door and waited for 
them to leave. A couple was walking down the corridor 
and they could easily see my naked girlfriend next to 
them as the two guys, now fully dressed, approached the 
door and left. 

I relished how humiliated that must have made her feel. 
I turned and went into the bathroom. I had to pee, but 
I really wanted to delay her trip to the bathroom. I 
heard another loud fart through the door. I finished, 
flushed, and rejoined my girlfriend. She was pacing, 
and she headed for the bathroom. I was still in the 
doorway, and I gestured like I was going to hug her. 
She stopped short of contact with me, and looked back 
over her shoulder and said, "I'll clean that up." 
"That" turned out to be an eight inch diameter stain of 
brown-twinged butt goo and guy fluids. 

I said, "Hell, yes you will. I'm not going to pay hotel 
damages for that cleanup," and I took her by the arm, 
and made her kneel next to it like a puppy in training. 
I got her a glass of water and a towel. She scrubbed at 
it, but she continued to make farts, and, sure enough, 
another area needed cleaning before she was finished 
with the first. She looked at me kind of defeated, and 
said, "I have to go to the bathroom." If looks could 
tell, I'd say she knew she was not going to get 
permission. I just said, "Finish cleaning." From then 
on, she kept her legs tightly together. At some point, 
she looked broken down and she stopped working. 

I said, "Come here," and I beckoned toward the bathroom 
door. She couldn't get up. She couldn't separate her 
knees without loosening her ass. It was just the two of 
us, but she had never really farted in front of me 
before, let alone soil a carpet. She shuffled on her 
knees in the most absurd way over to the bathroom, and 
across the threshold. She dragged herself up onto the 
commode. She was farting as she began to sit. She 
exploded, and a torrent hit the toilet water. I took 
out my cock and I stroked it like it was a Billy club 
in front of her face. She started to say something, but 
she stopped as my cock entered her mouth. Her hands 
came up to grab my cock, but I said, "No hands." 

Her hands dropped to her sides. She looked up and gave 
me a questioning look while her lips enclosed around my 
cock again. She didn't move. She waited. She closed her 
eyes. I reminded her that I hadn't come yet. She nodded 
that she understood, and then she started bobbing on my 
cock. I took my time, savoring the feeling of her 
mouth. Finally, I said, "It's time." She kind of 
wiggled in anticipation, but she lost her enthusiasm 
when I grabbed her chin with one hand and the back of 
her head with the other hand. She knew she was in for 
trouble, and I didn't disappoint her.

I started using her mouth vigorously. She gagged 
several times, and she would involuntarily whip her 
head back off my cock. I slapped her affectionately and 
returned my hand to her chin. I pulled her closer to 
me. I pistoned in and out faster and faster. She gagged 
again, and jerked away. She farted into the toilet bowl 
again. She looked like she was not having a good time. 
I said, "This is fun. You're farting the cum of two 
strangers, and you're giving me a 'no-hands' blow job. 
Having fun?" Incredibly, she nodded, and mouthed the 
words, "Fuck, yeah!" over my cock. "Would you like me 
to get someone else to fuck you tonight?" I asked. 
Again, she responded with a half-intelligible mumbled, 
"Yeah, I guess?" 

She was really getting into this. I slapped her lightly 
across the cheek and said, "Then let's get this whore 
cleaned up again," and I turned on the shower. I could 
hardly believe that she was game for another go-round, 
so, to be sure, I said, "Just keep you mouth shut 
unless there's a cock in it, and don't look at me or 
anyone else." Instantly, she looked down. I adjusted 
the shower, and I began to rinse her down. I stuck my 
finger up her ass. No resistance. I stuck several 
fingers up her ass. None. Nada. Then I stuck all, but 
my thumb up her ass. Open highway. I was astounded. I 
said, "You've been shucked a lot in your day haven't 
you?" She started to look up, and then remembered to 
keep her head down while answering, "Yeah, I guess."

I mentally vowed to make the next go-around rougher for 
her, but I wasn't sure how to do that. We went into the 
same bar, but it seemed pretty tame. We left. We walked 
half-a-block and passed an alley. I backtracked, and 
took the alley. Everything in Las Vegas is well 
lighted, so it wasn't private, but it was just off the 
beaten path. I had the instinct to wait. As if on cue, 
three teens came around the corner. 

They looked like they were older than eighteen, but not 
much. It turned out two were nineteen and one was 
eighteen going on nineteen. One of them had a birthday, 
and they were out to get laid and drunk. They had 
little success getting liquor in Las Vegas, but their 
luck in getting laid was about to change. I gestured to 
them, and pointed to her. My girlfriend literally 
groaned, and looked away, embarrassed, no doubt. The 
boys hadn't said anything yet, and I lightly slapped my 
girlfriend and pointed to the pavement. She looked 
down. 

The boys came over. I said, "Looking to get laid?" 
Predictably, they said, "Fuck yeah," and they were 
drooling over my girlfriend. I assumed they thought she 
was a whore. I said, "Well, today's your birthday!" and 
that brought laughs from all, because it was one of 
their birthday's. I thought, let's not complicate this, 
so I said, "Lucky day, then it's free. Follow us." I 
grabbed my girlfriend's hand and pulled her along at a 
pace uncomfortably fast for her high heels. Like 
before, she turned around to see if they were following 
although I didn't. I just assumed they would follow, 
and indeed they did.

Now, it was my turn to feel awkward taking the elevator 
with three teens and my girlfriend. These guys could 
not plausibly buy a room in this hotel. Others got on 
and got off. One of the guys put his hand on my 
girlfriend's breast. This emboldened the others. They 
held her butt cheeks. One ran his hand up the inside of 
her legs. Other passengers got on. The women kind of 
frowned their disgust. That slowed the teens down very 
little. 

My girlfriend, bless her heart, remembered to keep her 
mouth shut and her eyes down. The male passengers, in 
particular, didn't hesitate to check her out. She 
wasn't making eye-contact, and these kids were pawing 
at her. There was now no doubt in anyone's mind that 
she was a whore. I had always kind of suspected it, 
except that, in keeping with her account of her past, 
no money was changing hands tonight. She was doing this 
because she was a slut and she liked it. I hoped to 
disabuse her of that attitude before the night was 
through.

We got to our floor. I led the way. Two of the guys now 
pulled her along by her hands and arms. They were happy 
to have her as their sex toy. The other was extremely 
immature. He swatted at her butt with his hands and 
giggled as we walked the corridor. We got into the 
room, closed the door, and I said, "You can pretty much 
do anything you want to her, but I forewarn you, I'm 
hungry and I'm going to dinner in an hour so get to 
it."

They jumped on her and they jostled one another trying 
to get at her. She was knocked down or fell down, and 
she half propped herself up on the coffee table. They 
hadn't bothered to get her dress off. One of them was 
trying to shove his cock down her throat, and that 
impeded the guy that slid her dress up and ripped off 
her undies while trying to shove his cock in her cunt. 
The sound of ripping must have gotten to the immature 
guy, and he grabbed her dress at the neck and pulled 
hard. 

My girlfriend looked alarmed at the idea of losing a 
dress. It didn't give way easily, and she was pulled 
across the coffee table. She looked like a slab of meat 
with the three around her. I had to intervene. 
"Everyone, stop and take off your clothes." I turned, 
and I went to get the lube. Like my girlfriend had 
always said, she needed lots and lots of lube.

My girlfriend was the slowest to undress, and I helped 
her as I sat the tube of lube down on the coffee table. 
I shoved it over in the direction of the closest hard 
cock, and he needed no further instruction. My 
girlfriend started to get up to hang up her dress, I 
said, "Where do you think you're going? Lie back down, 
and shove some of that lube up your ass and cunt!" She 
resumed her position on the coffee table. 

I put the tub of lube in front of her and I took her 
dress and tossed it on a chair. She took two 
fingerfulls and reached back to her ass, and under to 
her cunt. She was too slippery to make any progress, so 
I said, "You lube him," gesturing to a nearby cock, 
"and I'll lube you." Her hands went around a cock. The 
third guy immediately came over to get in on the 
action. The first guy watched me lube her up but it 
looked like he could barely wait. I separated her 
cheeks and lubed her up good while she stroked lube on 
the other two cocks. She looked ridiculous sprawled on 
her stomach across the coffee table with her hands 
masturbating guys that were way too young for her. I 
thought, "Good!"

I was afraid that they were losing their aggressive 
edge, so I said to my girlfriend, "Where do you want 
them to fuck you?" and I shoved four fingers in her 
asshole just to give her a hint. She said, "In my ass. 
In my ass." (I thought, she didn't need to repeat it, 
maybe this was a shared fantasy, after all.) I said, 
"And how do you want them to fuck you?" I moved my 
fingers in and out rapidly. On cue, my girlfriend said, 
"Fast and hard." (Great! I thought. That should get 
them going.) 

I looked at the guys and gestured 'have at her,' but I 
intoned, "Don't draw any blood – seriously, any blood 
and I'm calling the cops – but you can treat her pretty 
damn rough short of blood. My girlfriend looked at me, 
despite our agreement, and her look said, "Have you 
lost your mind?" I simply reminded her aloud, in front 
of the guys, "You keep your mouth shut unless there is 
a cock in it, and look down." Her eyes dropped to the 
floor. I motioned to the guys again. 

The immature guy broke the ice. He impulsively spanked 
my girlfriend several times, and he laughed with glee 
when she jerked and yelped in surprise. I said, "She 
likes that!" He renewed the spanking. I mimed spanking 
my own hand very rapidly, and he began wailing away on 
my girlfriend's behind. She was squirming and 
protesting as best she could, but the other two 
objected when she pulled her hands off their cocks. One 
got up and literally pushed the immature guy aside. 

He shoved his cock in and started jack hammering away 
at my girlfriend. From my position, I couldn't tell if 
he was in her cunt or in her ass. As I went to separate 
her cheeks, the immature guy made a flying leap and 
knocked the guy fucking my girlfriend down across her 
back. She grunted as his cocked must have speared in 
even deeper. I thought, "This is unreal." I said, "Hold 
it boys. There is room for everybody." I said, to my 
girlfriend, "Get up." 

She backed up, still impaled on the guy's cock. She 
turned around as if to say, "Excuse me!" so I had to 
remind her to look down. He pulled out anyway, and she 
hobbled her way over to the sofa under my guidance. I 
motioned for one guy to sit down. I put my girlfriend 
on her knees and said, "Get him wet." She looked 
particularly smutty as her head bobbed on the head of a 
cock on a guy way too young for her while the other two 
watched and salivated. 

I said to her, "Sit on his cock." She turned around, 
and lowered herself. Her old training must have kicked 
in, I thought, because she steadied his cock, and 
didn't miss alignment with her cunt. I said, "Wrong 
hole," and then added, gratuitously, "Bitch!" She 
looked startled at those words, but she slid up, 
forward, and then down on his cock in one smooth 
movement. I thought, good! She's still very, very 
loose. I pushed her back onto the guy's chest. She 
grimaced as the guy's cock was very rigid and 
unbending. 

I motioned to the guy next to me to get into her cunt. 
He was in, and they both started moving. I motioned to 
the third guy (the immature guy) to put his cock in her 
mouth. He gave that maniacal laugh and started fucking 
her mouth. He had no sense of rhythm or tact. He poked 
out her cheeks, gagged her throat, and he'd slip out 
and was all over her nose and face. She broke our rule 
and looked at him with a look like, "What-the-fuck are 
you doing?" Mostly, though she was grunting, whining, 
and making animal-like noises. It was hard to tell 
which cock was having the stronger effect on her.

I reminded them that I had to go to dinner, and that 
they'd better hurry. That had the desired effect. The 
motion picked up in frequency. Now my girlfriend was 
making sounds of either distress or greater passion, it 
was hard to tell which. I said, "Switch." They knew 
what I meant instantly. Shuffling of bodies, and they 
were at it again. I said, "Switch" and they moved into 
the third combination. I said, "free-for-all" and I let 
them do whatever they felt like. They moved her around 
like a rag doll. She never protested. They never hit 
her, and they never really treated her rough, other 
than giving her a vigorous fucking.

I realized that I actually was very hungry and that 
they were not nearly done breaking her down. I got an 
idea. I said, "Tell you what. I'll order out for 
dinner, and let you have a little more time." No one 
was listening -- just lots of grunts, slaps, slurps, 
and gagging going on. Of course, I could have just 
called room service, but I wanted to see what they'd do 
while I was gone. I dressed, and left the room, 
slamming the door behind me, because I wasn't sure 
they'd notice otherwise. I asked for a room service 
menu at the front desk, and I actually ordered up a 
dinner for myself and my girlfriend. They would deliver 
it in twenty-minutes. (I almost asked them to make that 
later.) I went back upstairs. I waited by the door, but 
I heard nothing. 

After a few long minutes of waiting, I heard the sound 
of footsteps but no one came to the door. Then lots of 
footsteps. They were running in the room. I thought: 
we're going to get kicked out for this! I used my key 
and opened the door. I was confronted with quite a 
spectacle. My girlfriend was standing in the arms of 
one guy, kind of slumped over on his fingers as he 
masturbated her. The others were across the room. She 
was sweating. She looked like she had just run over 
there. The guy shoved her into the middle of the room. 
The two other guys raced to see who would get to her 
first. One of them wrested her away from the other, and 
then he was feeling her up. 

They ignored my return, just as they had my departure. 
They were on a hunt. My girlfriend had a fat lip. Her 
hair was disheveled. She was sweating profusely. She 
had a feral look in her eye. One guy shoved her to her 
knees and she started to suck his cock. (I thought, so 
she knows how to play this game, too.) A second guy 
tackled him, and his cock was ripped out of her mouth. 
The third guy grabbed her up, and literally tossed her 
on the couch so hard that she bounced off it and landed 
on the floor. 

The guy that had been tackled was up, and he was on her 
in an instant. He was fucking her like there was no 
tomorrow, and she was thrashing around. She was really 
into it. (I had been right to find some virile youth!) 
The immature guy came up and he slapped her face a 
little harder than a love tap. I got the impression 
that he liked to do that too much, and that was 
probably how she got the fat lip. (It wasn't. She had 
bumped into an elbow "accidentally," she said later.) I 
had to intervene. 

I said to the guy that was uninvolved at the moment, 
"Are you going to let him treat a lady like that?" The 
guy said, "Fuck no!" and he hauled off and slugged the 
immature guy in the arm and neck, which got a response 
of, "Why'd you do that?" Lucky her: she had three guys 
fighting over her, when they weren't fucking her.

These guys had way more testosterone than I had counted 
on, but it seemed to have had the effect on my 
girlfriend that I had hoped for. She was a wreck. She 
wasn't crying, but she wasn't having a leisurely swoon 
from gentle love making either. I said, "Hold it 
everyone. Room service is bringing up for dinner for 
two, so you three are going to have to go, but before 
you go, I think she needs to be nice to you to make it 
up to you. You each get to ask her for anything you 
want before you go and she'll do it, and, she gets to 
ask for anything. My girlfriend spoke up first, and 
said, "I want them all to leave." I said, "That's 
against the rule. You and they get to think up what 
they're going to do you sexually, now, hurry up!" This 
last comment was to all of them. 

Predictably, one said, "I want to fuck her ass again." 
I said, "You have to say that to her, and she has to be 
nice to you." He got the point, and he looked at her 
and said, "I want to assfuck you," and he laughed 
nervously. My girlfriend looked like a mad witch. Her 
hair was askew, her mascara made rings around her eyes. 
She was seething with emotions, but I couldn't tell 
what those emotions were. She shuffled nervously and 
said, "Get it over with," but she didn't move. He had 
to position her on her hands and knees. She submitted. 

I went to get lube, and then I thought, the hell with 
it, it appeared that they hadn't used any since I left, 
anyway. The guy shoved his cock up her butt and started 
pumping away at a leisurely pace. I reminded him that 
room service was coming. He picked up the pace. I went 
around and looked at my girlfriend. She gave no sign of 
emotion as he pumped faster and faster, except for an 
occasional guttural cry or whimper, but she couldn't 
stifle a shutter when he came in her ass. He pulled 
out, and she turned around to face the others. I said, 
"Who wants what?"

The immature guy said, "I want to punch her tits." I 
thought, "Where the fuck does this guy get this stuff?" 
I said, "No, you can't punch her tits." I'm sure my 
girlfriend was very relieved, but then I thought I'd 
tease her. I said, "You can slap them." The idiot 
giggled and smiled. My girlfriend covered her tits. I 
said, "No, you can't do that either," and I said to my 
girlfriend, "Is there something else you'd suggest?" 
She said, "He can fuck my mouth again." I said, "But 
it's his turn to choose, and if he wants to slap your 
tits, take your hands down, or, if there's something 
else you'd like him to do, tell him." 

My girlfriend got the point. She lowered her hands and 
turned away from me and toward the immature guy. She 
said, "You can cum on my face." (I thought, boy, she 
could really read this guy's desires.) The immature guy 
started jerking off with blinding speed. He came 
quickly. She jerked backward after the first glob hit 
her forehead. I said, "Now, it missed your face," and I 
scooped some up off her chest and rubbed it across her 
mouth and face. I said, "Okay, that's enough. We've got 
one more request, don't we?"

The last guy said that he wanted to fuck her in the ass 
again. I said, "That request has already been taken. 
Make another." He said he didn't have another request, 
so I said, "Well, then, we'll make it a different sort 
of assfuck." My girlfriend had a questioning look on 
her face. I positioned my girlfriend to sit on the sofa 
with pillows behind her back. Her crotch was near the 
edge. I shoved the coffee table back and motioned the 
guy to his knees in front of her. 

This time, I motioned for him to lube. He lubed up his 
cock. I pulled my girlfriend's knee toward me. The guy 
on the other side pulled the other knee toward him. The 
double opening of her cunt and ass was revealed. The 
guy needed no encouragement. He leaned forward, and he 
was up her ass. She groaned and mewled and made all 
sorts of animal sounds. I thought, let's make this even 
more difficult for her. I said to her, "Now, I want you 
to look at him, not down." To him I said, "Tell her 
what she feels like." 

He could barely talk, however, because he was beginning 
to piston in and out very quickly. She was looking at 
him with a look of passion. His mouth was open, but 
nothing came out except grunts. Her mouth was opened, 
and she grunted in time to him. She got a look of even 
greater passion, and she reached out spontaneously and 
grabbed him around the waist, holding him to her as he 
picked up speed. She started to cum, and she looked 
tortured as she orgasmed. 

I'm sure she was thinking, not here, not now, not him! 
I said to her, "masturbate him." She placed her hands 
on his shaft and they got slippery with the lube. She 
started stroking him as he pistoned in and out of her 
ass. He hadn't cum yet, and he looked at her fiercely 
and started yelling at her, "Bitch. Bitch. Fucking 
Bitch!" 

Her eyes locked on his, and she was cumming again, and 
she stroked faster, saying, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" to his 
invectives. He came big time, and she came again. I 
thought she was going to faint. As he fell back, she 
looked down between her legs and she saw what must have 
been nine inches of cock slide slowly out of her anus 
and threw her fingers. Her rectum clung to the shaft of 
his cock in an obscene kiss. She began to relax her 
torso, and her ass gaped without shutting. I thought I 
saw the look of deep passion cross her eyes.

I had to hurry because room service really was coming. 
I asked her to say what she wanted. She couldn't think 
of anything. (I didn't think she could even talk, at 
that point.) I had to suggest something. I said, "Do 
you want them to pee on you?" It was the first thing 
that came in my mind. She already had ropes of cum 
across her face and hair, and I didn't think that they 
could cum anymore. I expected that she had already 
taken quite a few loads up her ass and cunt. She was 
likely to start shitting from all the cum, anyway, and 
the shower seemed an appropriate place. 

She didn't respond, but I led her by the hand off the 
couch and into the bathroom. She stepped into the 
shower. I made her kneel. The guys just watched as a 
submissive bimbo did what she was told. They didn't 
realize that they were bimbos, too. I said, "Don't just 
stand there, piss on her," only then did they jump into 
gear. It took a surprisingly long time for one, then 
the other, and then the last to get a stream going. On 
the other hand, I relished the fact that she had to 
wait. I can only imagine that she dreaded it, but what 
did I know about what she thought tonight? She might 
have relished the anticipation. In short order, she was 
drenched. 

The door bell rang. I told the guys to get dressed and 
get out. I told my girlfriend, "Wait here." I let room 
service in and I pointed to the coffee table, which to 
my surprise was lying on its side. The room must have 
smelled of sex. The jar of lube was still open and 
clearly visible. The waiter was an older Hispanic guy. 
I thought, oh well, waiters have seen it all. The 
waiter straighten the coffee table and moved his cart 
closer. The three guys were going around the room 
looking for their clothing as they dressed. 

I realized the waiter must have thought we were a bunch 
of twinks, and I couldn't let that stand! I went into 
the bathroom and grabbed my girlfriend. She was in bad 
shape. For one thing, she hadn't moved. She hadn't made 
an effort to dry off. Except for the smell, she might 
have just taken a shower, so I grabbed a bath towel and 
pulled her out into the room naked. Now, the waiter 
could see that we were with this... what... with this 
whore. 

My girlfriend didn't say a word, she just held my hand 
while the waiter finished. I motioned for her to sit on 
the couch. I offered her the towel and she wrapped 
herself as demurely as she could, but her matted and 
cum-streaked bush was clearly visible to the waiter as 
she sat.

The guys were nearly out the door by the time the 
waiter was hemming for the tip. I said to my 
girlfriend, "Thank the guys." She started to get up, 
but I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her. She said 
in a weak voice, "Thanks, guys." One of them yelled, 
"Thank you!" and they closed the door behind them. I 
fumbled around in my pockets for a tip, and I was truly 
embarrassed to be short. Of course, I could have put it 
on the tab, but I said to the waiter, "I'm sure you've 
been through this before. If you'd like, I'll step out 
and the lady can give you the tip." 

The waiter said, in the most formal tone, "Well, thank 
you very much sir." He made no effort to leave. I 
walked to the door and stood outside for the second 
time that night. It takes a lot longer than you'd 
expect when you're waiting for a guy to cum in your 
girlfriend's mouth. Eventually, the door opened and the 
guy wheeled his cart out and said goodbye.

I re-entered the room and my girlfriend was now sitting 
on the floor between the couch and the coffee table 
with her head on the couch. I wasn't quite sure how 
they had done it, so I had to ask her. My girlfriend 
said that she sat on the couch and gave him a blow job, 
but that he took too long. She had him sit, and she 
kneeled so that she could stroke him into her mouth 
until he blew. She said it tasted foul and she was 
grabbing for a napkin off the coffee table when he held 
her hand and said, "Don't touch the table. Swallow me, 
Bitch!" and he had held her jaw shut tightly with his 
hand and he looked intently in her eyes. She said, "I 
almost panicked, because it was really thick and it 
wasn't going down easily." Then he was nice to her, 
again, and said, "Thank you very much," while he zipped 
up. 

My girlfriend said to me, "I never want to do that 
every again." I wasn't sure if she meant tipping the 
waiter, or getting gangbanged twice in an evening. I'd 
had hoped that she would have felt done with all of it, 
but I had seen her rebound so well from such shitty 
treatment tonight, I suspected she only meant that she 
didn't like bartering sex for a tip. We ate dinner in 
silence. I don't know about her, but I didn't want to 
go through sex with strangers again. I was thinking of 
leaving her for good after tonight, but I remembered 
how great it had been up until now. 

Finally, I realized that she had just shown me what she 
wanted from me, and it was up to me to make the next 
move. I saw, clearly now, that she expected me to be in 
commanding control around everything sexual. I thought 
to myself: I can do that. I said to her, "As long as 
you do everything I want, and when I want, in private, 
then that's the last of group sex." She said, in that 
meek, submissive voice, "I guess," and she smiled 
coquettishly.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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