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When she came to she realised she was alone in the studio. Brown and her two punters had left. The cucumber was still high in her arse passage held there by the arm of the chair she lay in. Lifting her behind from the seat she grasped the vegetable and eased it out of her. Cautiously she checked her rear opening with her fingers. Though it was still stretched wide, amazingly it seemed intact and not too sore. Collecting her clothes, she still had on her shoes and stockings. She wandered over to the mirror. As she moved she felt the fluids of the two men who had utilised all her orifices oozing from her cunt and arse. Her face too bore the evidence of her encounter. Dribbles and globules of still drying sperm clung to her eyebrows nose and chin. Taking some wipes from her bag she began to clean her face, musing on the evening's experience. Her boyfriend had sometimes suggested meeting other people for sex, and she had always affected to be appalled even though in secret the idea had been slightly tantalising. In the last couple of days she had sex with three completely unattractive strangers and let them all fuck her in the arse, something she had never let her boyfriend do. When she felt presentable she made her way out of the studio and through the shop avoiding the smug stare of the girl on the counter. Brown was probably in his office at the back but Jenny just wanted to get back to her flat and her bed, she could sort out details of what she owed him later. She was just settling into bed, when Mark rang. He had called earlier but had no reply and was interested in where she had spent the evening. Despite his encouragement of Brown, the shopkeeper had opted to keep him in the dark, unsure as to the boyfriend's seriousness about debauching Jenny. Lying back she told Mark she had been modelling for Mr. Brown for a couple of hours. Mark was all questions, What sort of poses had she done? Had Brown touched her? Did she enjoy it, did Brown get excited by her and so on. For the most part she pretended it had just been a straightforward photo shoot, but she let on to Mark that the shopkeeper had manoeuvred her into certain poses and how he had delicately arranged the folds of her vagina for some shots. She could sense his tension on the phone. 'He's asked me if I'll do some explicit pictures' she whispered 'but I told him I wasn't sure until I'd spoken to my boyfriend.' Mark stuttered 'If you want to do them, I wouldn't mind after all it's not real, you would only be pretending.' 'I think I would have to suck and fuck people properly,' breathed Jenny into the phone, 'or it would be obvious it was not real, don't you think?' Mark gasped his agreement and she knew he was turned on. 'I think Mr. Brown would like to fuck me, I can see his thing is hard when he's taking pictures. Perhaps he'll pay me extra if I suck his knob?' She laughed then paused sure that her boyfriend was pulling his own dick as she spoke. 'Do you think I should, or perhaps you think it wouldn't be professional for the model to have sex with the photographer? I mean he's old and not very nice but at the end of the shoot today I felt like having sex, and you are a long way away.' Mark responded huskily, embarrassed that the idea turned him on so obviously and tried to distance himself from encouraging her behaviour. 'I suppose it wouldn't really be so important if you're only doing it because its part of the job and I expect it's not practical to exclude all contact with the photographer if you are having sex in front of him.' 'So,' whispered Jenny. 'If I end up fucking old man Brown, you'll be OK with it?' Stammering her boyfriend replied, 'I-I think so.' The following few days concluded without exception with Jenny visiting Brown's shop after work for 'photo sessions' with various contacts of the shopkeepers. Some of them actually did want to take proper pictures, but all of them took the opportunity to penetrate her in their preferred orifice. Most of them only wanted the photos as a record or trophy of their encounter with this attractive young woman, who sucked on their cocks with enthusiasm, and who knelt in front of them without demur to offer them the choice of her cunt or anus. The shop keeper was always on hand during these transactions and Jenny was glad he was. 'After all one can't be too careful.' It had become something of a habit for her to end up in his office after the night's business and he would get her a drink, and sometimes something to eat. In the circumstances it seemed churlish to ask him to debit her account if he took the occasional liberty. Unsurprisingly, nearly every evening she found herself sucking on Browns dick or bending over to receive his deposit in one hole or another. Saturday afternoon saw her complete a couple of sessions, first with a rather unkempt be suited middle aged man with dirty fingernails. 'It's strange what sticks in your mind,' thought Jenny. He obviously had been a photographer at some stage and knew his way around a camera but was obsessed with taking photos of her cunt penetrated with large objects and had brought a selection including beer cans, coke bottles and various vegetables. Withdrawing a fat courgette from her cunt and replacing it with his less than average size cock, he concluded his session with a rapid fuck from behind without removing his trousers. Jenny hardly noticed until he spunked down her leg and zipping himself up left the studio. He was followed within twenty minutes by two well turned out men in their early thirties who were quite clueless with the camera, but took it in turns to photograph each other with their cocks in her mouth, and up her arse or cunt. Jenny was amazed at how many times two cocks could spurt their load, with it seemed the minimal stimulation from her. Hardly had she slipped her lips over the end of either of the men's dicks than they were filling her mouth and both of them recovered to enter her cunt if only for a matter of seconds, several times before ejaculating inside her. When their agreed hour and a half was up, they thanked her politely as though they had just enjoyed a game of tennis, dressed and left. Jenny sat back in the armchair where she had first allowed Mr. Brown to fuck her, less than ten days ago. In spite of the impersonal almost detached manner of her afternoons three lovers, she felt turned on and needed an orgasm. Jenny began to stroke her clit, but stopped herself. She really wanted a proper fuck. Pulling on the strappy dress she had worn earlier and her heeled sandals, she went downstairs to the shop office. Brown was not in his office, so she wandered into the shop, checking the aisles for the shopkeeper, feeling the wetness of her client's spunk, ooze from her vagina and trickle down her knicker-less inner thighs. He was checking stock with the till girl. As Jenny came up to them, in spite of the till girl watching, Brown put his hand under the hem of Jenny's dress and roughly pushed his fingers into her sloppy cunt. Withdrawing them covered in juice he instructed Jenny. 'Wait in the office. You know how.' Then turned back to the stocktaking. Blushing crimson Jenny tried not to meet the eyes of the other girl, as she brushed down her dress and walked slowly to the little office. Once inside she closed the door, and bent from the waist to lean on the desk, her bare legs straight, and her rump in the air. Reaching back she pulled the skirt of the dress up exposing her behind to anyone who should come into the office, and began to gently tease her inflamed cunt with her fingers. Several minutes passed before she heard the office door open, then close again. She replaced her hand on the desk but did not look round. Rough hands roamed over her buttocks and traced the crease of her vagina. The fingers gently prised her arse cheeks apart and began to ream her anal opening. "you're a dirty whore, and no mistake," whispered Mr. Brown, "Do you want it in your cunt or up your pretty arse?" His hand insinuated itself into her fanny and immediately connected with her swollen clit. Jenny hated, but loved the fact that the ageing shopkeeper seemed always able to make her come. Her hips began to sway and her cunt pulse as his ministrations took their effect. She could feel his dick hard against her bottom as his free hand mauled her left breast. "Come on Jenny, you little slut tell me where you want my cock." She moaned, "Fuck my arse, fuck me please, fuck my arse." She had already lubricated it earlier anticipating an assault from a punter which never materialised, and Browns dick slid easily into her anal passage until she could feel his hairy groin against the cheeks of her bottom. Unlike the first time when he had gently taken her arse Brown instantly began thrusting vigorously. Jenny gasped as it seemed her whole inside was in spasm. The hand at her cunt continued its steady rhythm until she began to shake in orgasm and groaned, "Oh god! Oh god! Don't stop!" Just at that point there came a knock at the door. In mid stroke the shopkeeper shouted "Come in." The door opened and Jenny heard the till girl, tell him he had a visitor. As Brown continued his ravaging of her rear hole Jenny sagged on the desk and was only vaguely aware of someone entering the office and the door closing again. She remained barely standing sprawled against the desk her dress around her waist as she felt Browns penis withdraw. Her bum hole would be gaping wide she knew. "You've met Jenny?" Brown spoke to the visitor." She's very lovely and a bit of a slapper, a nice combination don't you agree?" He pulled Jenny round by her arm to face the newcomer. It was the Bailiff who had come to her flat on the morning this all started. "Now we've a bit of unfinished business," he said pointing to his glistening dick. "this dirty wee girl is going to suck it clean" He paused leering at her "I'm sure she won't mind if you make use of one of her spare holes while she does it. Brown leaned back against the desk his trousers round his ankles, holding up his shirt to expose his erect cock. He nodded to Jenny. She bent over grasping his slippery tool in her hand and sliding her lips down the shaft that had only minutes ago emerged from her arse. Her head began to bob up and down on his prick, and she steadied herself on the desk. From behind her she heard the unbuckling of a belt and a dick substantially bigger than the shopkeepers drove its way into her cunt. It seesawed in and out with a steady rhythm and once again she began to respond. Two hands grasped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, she could hardly concentrate on Browns cock in her mouth. He suddenly held her head tight and began to fuck her face, as she held her lips around his cock, spurting his spunk into mouth. The bailiff grunted and continued to thrust, shaking Jenny like a doll as her face lay in Browns lap. She uttered a brief cry as another spasm swept through her and the heavy prick inside her spat its contribution to her day's collection of sperm. Jenny was only half aware of agreeing to meet the Bailiff and the Shopkeeper later that evening, to attend some event for which she would be paid. She had slumped into the shopkeeper's chair as the Bailiff's cock withdrew, her dress like sash about her waist. Patches of sperm dried on her chin and where it had dripped onto her breasts. Though she had now paid off all her debts to the shopkeeper, she thought it would not hurt to maybe do a few more 'tricks' to get a bit of 'extra' cash for herself. In truth, she had discovered she quite enjoyed being a "cheap slut" which is what Mr. Brown had begun to call her. So with her boyfriends return imminent, she determined to make the most of her independence. Though she knew Mark was turned on by her 'stories', she still couldn't believe he would feel the same if he knew it was real. The Baillie apparently had another business, a dirty book shop in one of the city's back streets. On a Saturday evening he would sometimes organise a special event for which a limited number of his customers would get an invite, for a good fee of course. Tonight's event was to have featured a local stripper, a girl who if the mood took her might give one or two punters a blow job. His unexpected encounter with Jenny had immediately given him a better idea. He would install her in one of the American style video booths which his shop boasted and his customers could have the pleasure of her through 'gloryholes' in the wall. Later in the evening she would put on live show on a mattress on the floor of the shop with a couple of customers of his choice. Neither the Baillie nor the shopkeeper had discussed these details with Jenny but the promise of £600. 0 had been enough to elicit the girl's agreement to attend. At £50 per head the Baillie was confident of a good profit on the evening and the girl he was sure, would meet the approval of his customers. She was pretty, had a lovely body and firm tits and the way she had accepted and enjoyed his cock while slavering over that old bastard's dick impressed the Baillie. Jenny was collected just after 9-30pm by Mr. Brown in a Taxi. He had told her to wear her little suit but with stockings and suspenders, knickers and bra. 'The punters like to see those undies coming off' he explained 'It raises tension.' The taxi dropped them a little way up the road from the shop. Jenny could see a small gathering of people around the door. As she approached her heels clicking on the pavement, she heard the murmured comments of the waiting men. 'd'ya think she's the lassie?' Brown shouldered his way through the crowd, which parted easily and rang the bell. It began to drizzle as they waited for the door to open. One or two of the men attempted to engage Jenny in some light hearted banter with 'Are ye the stripper darlin?' comments to which she responded in a demure but amused 'you'll have to wait and see' manner. She was not the brassy type of woman they were accustomed to which clearly provoked their interest. A spy hole in the reinforced door slid open, followed by the rattle of bolts. The door opened slightly and Brown ushered Jenny inside closing the door behind him. The interior of the book shop was typical of a thousand of the genre. Shelves of magazines, DVDs and videos portraying every aspect of sexual activity known to man and a few more. ,sex toys and a small selection of fetish clothing. It had a spacious area just inside the lobby entrance in front of the counter and numerous sections each devoted to its own speciality radiating off. At the back of the premises directly facing the counter were three cubicles where punters could sample available DVDs by committing £2 tokens to a slot. The Baillie explained to Jenny her role. She was to occupy the centre cubicle which could be observed or accessed via holes cut into the wall. They had a brief all in one red leather jump suit for her to wear. Jenny thought it would make her look like a cheap street hooker. She was to put on a show with a big vibrator and allow the men in the adjacent booths to grope her if they wanted. If they put their cocks through the wall she was expected to wank them or suck them or if possible push back onto them with one of her other orifices. Jenny protested, 'It's disgusting I can't do it!' The Baillie was already undoing her jacket. 'Its to late for that now lassie, we've got customers to please' She sullenly allowed the two men to strip her, help her into the tawdry costume and push her into the cubicle where she sat grimly on the vinyl stool clutching a nobly black vibrator. In front of her the screen flashed into action and a clip, of a 'housewife' being buggered by man with a huge penis began to play. 'She makes a lot of noise,' thought Jenny but then concluded to herself that's probably what the punters like, and mused that, perhaps she should up the histrionics if that's what gets results. Examining the black vibrator, she sound she could not quite grip it finger to thumb with one hand and guessed it was over 250mm long. Raising it towards her mouth, she puckered to kiss its bulbous end. It amused her how real it looked and felt apart from its lack of heat. 'Go on suck it, you slut!' A rough Scottish voice cut through her reflective state. It came from a hole midway up the wall on the left of the booth. She had been unaware that either of the adjacent cubicles had become occupied and had momentarily forgotten her purpose there. Obediently she slipped the glans of the huge dildo into her mouth, sucking noisily. Up to now she had found it difficult to get a great length of cock into her mouth. She was not one of these 'clever' women who could accept dick right into the throat and breath through the nose but she more than made up for this with the enthusiasm which she lavished on the first six inches she could accommodate. As she slurped on the artificial cock, Jenny observed a hand extended through a hole in the other wall towards her right breast. Bending she allowed the fingers of the hand to touch her leather clad breast. She liked this game. The fingers fumbled then found the tag of a zip. Pulling down the material parted to reveal her pert nipple prominent on her plump breast. Suddenly the fingers fastened onto her nipple and pulled. She was forced to squat as her breast was drawn right up to and through the hole from which the mans arm had protruded. The edges of the hole were tight and chafed her skin, but she felt the man licking and sucking her breast in a frenzy. Stuck as she was against the wall, her knees forced uncomfortably apart by the need to be as close to the partition as possible, there was not much she could do with the vibrator. A couple of hands extended forlornly from the opposite wall but too distant to touch. Jenny called through the wall to the assailant of her breast. 'Put your cock through, I want to suck your cock' and she did. She was becoming excited by the situation. The attention to her nipple cautiously ceased and she was able to gently pull her left bosom from the hole. Almost immediately an angry looking knob its foreskin stretched back, presented itself through the aperture complete with bollocks covered in black curly hair. Jenny wrapped her fingers round it and dropped her lips over the pulsing end. Hardly had her head set up a bobbing rhythm on the prick when it began to ejaculate taking her by surprise and causing her to lose the end. Globules of jism splattered her hair and eyes as the cock jerked off its load into the air. Slipping out of the jump suit, she turned her attention to the other wall where she was pleased to find two pricks waiting her ministrations. Giving the one a suck while gently wanking the other she alternated her favours until they both began to spurt. She received their donations in her mouth and on her breasts and shoulders. The original hole now sported another penis which was obviously long, sticking into the cubicle a good few inches. By semi squatting and pushing her arse against the hole Jenny made it possible for the long penis to slip into her cunt. At the same time at the opposite end of her she was able to 'suck off' alternatively another two cocks which had appeared through the wall. This latter arrangement was repeated several times with one prick after another jettisoning its hot load into Jenny's mouth, over her now slick body or up her sloppy cunt. 'I'm just a set of holes to fuck,' Jenny thought, at once disgusted but stimulated by the thought, as she presented her buttocks up to the hole again. As she did so a voice at the hole asked for the vibrator. She retrieved it and passed it through to the anonymous owner of the voice. Replacing her cunt at the hole she felt the vibrator slipping in. It was definitely bigger than any prick she'd taken that night and as it began to gyrate she began to push back against it until her backside was against the wall. Then she felt the pressure against her anus. Supporting herself against the opposite wall she resisted the insistence of this new prick, for she guessed it must be such, until the rosebud of her arse opened and allowed the intruder to slide steadily in, to lie above the mechanical cock vibrating in her cunt. The new cock remained still, accommodating itself to her tight passage. It was Jenny who began to move, pulling way from the wall and then pushing back onto vibrator and cock. Her lower pelvis was alive as she heaved herself back and forward on the twin spears. Two cocks jutted in front of her face but she could not slacken the concentration of what was happening in her cunt and bowels to give them proper attention. She was sweating and slobbering as she attempted to impale herself further. Then she began to come, flooding the wall of the cubicle, drenching the owner of the strange penis, shaking and squealing to a halt. Withdrawing from the cock up her arse she shouted to the unseen owners of the two neglected cocks. 'Cum on me shoot your spunk' and held her open mouth up to them as they obligingly did as they were bid. She then slowly pulled out the vibrator and slumped in exhaustion on the stool. Two or three more pricks protruded into her cubicle but finding no response withdrew momentarily before reappearing to spatter the motionless girl with strings of sperm. Then the punters seemed, like her to be sated and she was left alone, the accumulated fluids drying on her skin or leaking from her lower orifices onto the vinyl stool. Jenny tried to guess how long she had been in the booth. An hour perhaps? Maybe longer. She had lost count of how many pricks she'd sucked after she got to eight, and she couldn't put a number on the cocks that had fucked her but at least six she thought. Disbelievingly, she recalled her desire to feast on those faceless cocks and how she loved it when she made them cum. The booth door opened and Mr. Brown and the Baillie stood there. Brown handed her a blanket to wrap around her and the two men led her through the shop to a small room at the back which doubled as a kitchen. As she passed the groups of men many of whom must have taken their pleasure with her, Jenny managed a smile and was rewarded with a round of applause. Brown gave her a long drink which he told her would perk her up. She was then instructed to clean up and left alone. She managed a complete wash except for her hair at the sink and began to reapply her make up. Putting her own clothes on she did as Brown had promised begin to feel more lively. She liked the knickers and bra set she had chosen to wear under the little suit. It was white with black dots and had a sort of thirties style to it which looked great with heels and stockings. 'God, she thought if Mark could see me now he'd have a fit!' She resolved this would have to be the last such episode. If he discovered the extent of her depravity he would surely give her up. To be continued? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55