Subject:     A Night Out With My Cousin Kristi
Story Codes: FF MF F-solo oral exhib incest cousins
Diary Date:  December 8, 2007
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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People keep asking me what I'm doing these days and such.  So much has 
changed in my life in the past few months it's hard to even know where to 
begin but hopefully this will help out.  It was time for a change, that 
was for sure, and what better way than to spend an evening out with my 
cousin Kristi?

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – How I Came to Live With My Cousin 
   Chapter 2 – Kristi Sets Me Up
   Chapter 3 – Horny Before the Party
   Chapter 4 – Getting Ready at the Hotel
   Chapter 5 – Showing Off the Merchandise
   Chapter 6 – Gangbanged
   Chapter 7 – Losing Control 
   Chapter 8 – End Game


Chapter 1 – How I Came to Live With My Cousin 
=============================================

When I graduated from college last May with my degree in Elementary 
Education, I expected to return home and to hit the ground running.  It 
was exhilarating when I left the campus, knowing I was returning to 
Pittsburgh to stay.  I assumed that once I passed the state exams for my 
teaching credentials that I would at least be able to get a substitute 
teaching position.

So much for assumptions.  There were very few positions available at my 
old school district where I wanted to teach and needless to say, I was at 
the bottom foe waiting list.  Undaunted, I considered taking some grad 
courses but eventually decided against it when I found how much it would 
cost.  Since most schools pay for these courses once you get a teaching 
position, I figured why fork out for these costs myself?

Another goal of mine was to move out of my parent's home into my own 
place.  It wasn't that I didn't love my parents.  We all get along great.  
It was more that I felt that I needed to be on my own for the first time.  
After all, it wasn't like I was a teenager anymore.  At 22, it was time 
to start living my own life under my own rules.  Unfortunately, you have 
to pay rent to live in your own apartment which meant I had to get some 
sort of job.  With my teaching career on hold, the last thing I wanted to 
was work as a waitress or clerk in a store at minimum wage.  I'd never 
had a job like that in my life and I wasn't about to now.

With my sparse resume, there weren't many senior management positions 
open to me so I ended up reverting back to an earlier "job" I once had 
for a brief time while in school – escorting.  However, back then I did 
it primarily to get laid whereas this time around my goal was to earn 
money for my own apartment.  It was more than fun versus money though.  
The last thing I needed was to become some sort of whore, regardless of 
the rationalizations.  Should that ever surface, it would make getting a 
teaching job impossible in the future.  Thus I chose an agency that 
specializes in girls for hire but NOT for sex.  The pay is a lot less 
than it would be if I put out, but at least I didn't have to worry about 
what was going to happen back in some hotel room later.

With my first paycheck in hand, I moved into my own place and life was 
good.  All my life I have lived with either my parents or roomies.  I 
quickly found that there is something about living on your own that makes 
you feel differently – and see things differently as well.  Without going 
into it too much, I found myself questioning my lifestyle as well as 
wondering if my parents had "used" me growing up as a teenager. 

In my confusion, I quit my escorting job and took on what turned out to 
be the most boring marketing job in the world.  For weeks I fought with 
my mom, accusing her of the most horrible things and in retrospect, 
generally behaved liked a spoiled brat.  Thanks to some good friends and 
a lot in introspection, I came through it OK and now things are great for 
me once again.

My cousin Kristi is a couple of years younger than me.  She had recently 
dropped out of college after two years, recognizing that a college degree 
wasn't in the cards for her.  I love my cousin to death but at the same 
time, I have to admit she's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer 
if you know what I mean. 

What Kristi DOES have going for her is her hot little body and generally 
uninhibited, and insatiable, sexual appetite.  She also chose to go into 
escorting but in a totally different direction from me.  She hates it 
when I say this, but my cousin is a whore.  With a few exceptions (very 
few), she will do about anything if she gets paid enough.  I had some 
issues with this at first and am still concerned for her, but now I have 
accepted her decision and just pray for her every day that she will 
someday recognize what she is doing and find her way out of it.  The 
problem is, she LOVES sex and she makes a LOT of money – probably 
anywhere from five to ten times more than me!  She also has the full 
support of her mom, so who am I to say anything?


Chapter 2 – Kristi Sets Me Up
=============================

Over the last couple of months, Kristi has often approached me and asked 
me if I would be interested in joining in with her on one of her 
"assignments" but I always refused.  It wasn't until I was totally fed up 
with my marketing job that I started to think twice about her offers.  
Would it really hurt to go out with her?  It wouldn't be for the money, 
although unlike when I helped her out with her "fund raising" in college 
I intended to get my share this time.  I started to think about doing it 
more for the thrill of it.  It was sort of like the sex parties my best 
friend Beth was always trying to get me to go to with her.  Not the sort 
of thing I wanted to do often, but now and then they were "interesting".

"OK, so what's this all about anyway?" I asked her over the phone one 
night.

"It's nothing TOO wild, trust me," she promised.  Yeah right.  Coming 
from Kristi, that left the door wide open to about anything so far as I 
was concerned.

"Well, how about at least a hint."

"It's a convention downtown and this company asked for some girls for 
their hospitality suite."

Alarm bells immediately went off as I knew Kristi was a master of the 
understatement.  If she said "convention", that was her way of saying it 
would be a group thing, not something more personal in someone's hotel 
room who was looking for a hot night with a couple of hookers.  "Some 
girls" undoubtedly meant that Kristi and I wouldn't be the only girls 
there, making it a group thing.  "Hospitality suite" my eye – Kristi only 
went out on assignments that involved sex and so I could only guess what 
kind of hospitality we would be expected to provide.

"How long will we be there?"

"Only a few hours."

Thank goodness she was not on a video phone with me or she would have 
seen my eyes rolling at that one.  This whole thing smelled of an all-
nighter and I wasn't interested in something like that at all, no matter 
how horny I was at the moment.  She must have heard me sigh.

"Seriously, Kelly," she insisted, "I promise it won't go past 1 or 2 in 
the morning and probably even earlier than that."

In situations like this, Kristi's word and a dollar bought a cup of 
coffee but I went along with it anyway.

"So what am I suppose to wear?"

There was a pause and I wondered why it was such a difficult question.  
Her answer didn't seem too strange so there had to be something she was 
holding back.

"It really doesn't matter, they provide uniforms for the girls to wear."

I thought for a few seconds about that.  Uniforms?  Had anyone else said 
that I would have imagines of us all in French maid outfits serving 
drinks and flirting with drunk men all night.  Anyone but Kristi, that 
is.  There wouldn't be enough money in such an evening for Kristi so 
there had to be more than what she was telling me.  What was she hiding?

"So are we set?  I'll pick you up at 8:00 Saturday night, OK?"

Last chance for me to back out but I just shrugged my shoulders to myself 
and agreed.  As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but wonder just what 
in the world I had gotten myself involved in.

The rest of the week I continued at my boring 8-5 job, sitting in my 
little cubicle doing research for other people and trying not to fall 
asleep.  It was like 5 o'clock would never come and when it did, I was 
the first out the door and heading for home.  During those two nights 
before my evening with Kristi I must have masturbated more than I had the 
previous two weeks! 

Normally I would have called my mom and told her what I had planned, but 
it had been months since I had done anything like this and for some 
reason I wanted to do it on my own for once and not involve her 
beforehand.  In any case, I knew I would be telling her all about it 
afterwards so what was the harm in waiting a few more days?


Chapter 3 – Horny Before the Party 
==================================

Saturday morning finally rolled around and I slept in until past 9:00 in 
the morning!  When I woke up, I had my hand between my legs and my pussy 
was soaking wet.  I guess you could call it the girl's version of a wet 
dream!  The first thought that hot my mind was that in less than twelve 
hours I would be doing something wild and sexy.  Although I still wasn't 
totally sure exactly what that something was, I knew if it involved 
Kristi and she was inviting me that it had to be pretty crazy.

Laying on my back with my legs spread part, my fingers ran up and down my 
wet pussy lips, sliding over my clit and making me tremble each time it 
was touched.  God, it had been almost a week since I'd last been fucked 
and if it hadn't been for my dad, the last month or so would have been 
pretty empty – or at least my pussy would've been pretty empty.  It 
wasn't that I wasn't willing to have sex – heaven knows I was.  It was 
just that with my job and all, by the time I got home I would be totally 
wiped and feeling as non-sexy as ever.  It had been a long time since I 
had been involved in any form of group sex, let alone some kind of gang-
bang that I was becoming increasing convinced this would be over the last 
two days.

My middle finger pushed up into my pussy as I imagined the first guy to 
fuck me tonight.  I say "first" because I was sure he would be only the 
first of many.  The only real question was, how many?

As I fondled my pussy with one hand, I used the other to massage my boobs 
and run fingers up and down my torso from the top of my pussy to the 
middle of my cleavage.  I shivered as it made me tingle up and down my 
spine.  Bringing my pussy finger to my mouth, I tasted myself and licked 
my pussy juices off.  Mmmmmmm, my pussy tasted so damn good!  Would there 
be just guys there tonight or would I be licking some pussy in addition 
to lord only knows how many dicks?  Would Kristi and I get it on for 
someone to watch?

Thoughts of Kristi sitting on my face, spreading her pussy lips apart to 
make it easier to bury my face against her wet and smelly pussy, filled 
my mind as I put my finger back inside of me again, only this time joined 
by a second.  Mmmmmmm, how many guys would be touching my pussy tonight?  
How many would want to fuck me or would some prefer just a BJ?  Where 
would they cum the most – in my mouth or pussy or on me lord only knows 
where?  Would they do me one at or time or what?  The possibilities were 
endless and the closer I came to my orgasm, the wilder and more perverted 
they became in my head.

I was stroking my fingers in and out of me with my one hand while my 
other took over the duties of stimulating my now hyper-sensitive clit.  
God, I was SOOOOO close!  In the stillness of my empty apartment, my 
moans must have been heard outside in the hallway as each time my finger 
touched my clit it was like being nailed with an electric stun gun.  Only 
in this case, instead of being knocked out, I just got one step closer to 
the inevitable – my orgasm.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried out as it finally came.  My back arched high off the 
bed and then I crashed down onto it as my pussy exploded.  The wet spot I 
was creating on my sheets was the last thing on my list of concerns at 
the moment.

OK, how do you describe an orgasm?  Just as I have no idea how it feels 
to have an erection, no matter how a guy might try to describe it, how 
can a man really understand how a woman feels when she cums?  Based on my 
own personal observations, I think the problem men have understanding a 
woman is that they think of an orgasm as something that occurs between 
their legs, like the relief you get from scratching an itch – something 
local, intense and pleasurable in one area of their body.

Based on how they feel when they cum, I think most men have a tendency to 
think that a woman's orgasm is concentrated on her pussy.  Well certainly 
there is some element of truth in that!  At this moment my pussy was 
tingling like my arm does when I keep it under me too long – only about a 
thousand times more.  Indeed, if that was all an orgasm was, just the 
sensational pleasure being generated inside my pussy, that alone would 
qualify as an incredible experience.  My pussy always feels great when I 
cum - and even when I don't.  It's what goes on OUTSIDE of my pussy, 
though, that makes my orgasms truly incredible.  That's what 
differentiates between a good orgasm and a great orgasm (there are NO bad 
orgasms!).

On a 1-10 scale for orgasms, with 1 being good and ten being cosmic, 
(remember, even a one is good!), I would rate my orgasm this morning as a 
three or four.  Actually, that's not bad as without a dick in me, the 
highest I would ever rate an orgasm would be maybe a five or six.  
Masturbating can make me cum and I love it, but I doubt I ever get more 
than a five by myself.

Sex with women is enjoyable, but nothing makes me cum like a man with a 
hard dick in my pussy.  The key is that good sex is not just about the 
physical pleasure.  If that was the case, give me a dildo and I'd be able 
to take myself to a ten orgasm every day.  No, it is the emotions and 
interaction with your partner that takes me up to the top end of the 
scale.  Things like who he is, why he is fucking me, where he is fucking 
me, etc.  all combine to make the difference between an 6 and a 10.

People ask me why I like to fuck married guys.  Well, it's not because 
they have better technique or their dicks were unusually large.  If THAT 
were the case they probably wouldn't be cheating with me in the first 
place.  No, it's the fact they are married, the fact their wives don't 
know what they are doing with me, the fact that he is risking everything 
to have me, and so on that drives me up the orgasm "scale".  Similarly, 
my dad doesn't have the most awesome cock and while he's not bad in bed, 
I have to admit I've had better in terms of technique and staying power.  
It's that fact that he is my FATHER, that his own daughter is turning him 
on sexually, that he loves me enough to cum inside of me, that drives me 
to such an incredible orgasm with him.

Well, that's a long-winded way of saying that my orgasm this morning 
wasn't bad for getting there myself, but it wasn't as good as it could 
have been had I had someone with me.  When I was done and laid back 
trying to catch my breath, I wondered if I would be cumming tonight and 
if so, how many times?

The rest of the day crawled by as every time I looked at the clock it was 
like I was in some sort of Twilight Zone time warp and evening was never 
going to come.  Around six o'clock I went upstairs to shower and get 
ready.  If the evening went at all as I suspected it would, putting on a 
lot of makeup and worrying about my hair would be a massive waste of time 
so I did just enough to look presentable but not like I would for a 
normal date.  I carefully shaved myself, making sure my pussy was smooth 
and unblemished.

For a moment I considered putting my hair back in a ponytail just to keep 
it out of the way but then decided that would be going a little TOO 
casual.  I ended up with some nice jeans that hugged me pretty tight 
along with a pink sheer cami which barely reached the jeans and exposed 
my belly with every step I took.  Looking in the mirror and seeing my 
nipples popping through, nobody would have to wonder if I was wearing a 
bra.  Actually, something told me it didn't matter what I wore so I 
wasn't going to make a fuss over it.

All this took me less than the two hours I had available to me so I ended 
up sitting in the living room, watching out the window for my cousin to 
drive up.  As I waited, my dad came in the room and took a seat next to 
me.  I reached over to him and we hugged and then started to kiss.

"Daddy, Kristi will be here any minute now," I warned him as his hands 
started to wander over my boobs.

"Well, can't blame me for trying to get what I can until then," he 
chuckled, his hands reaching under the tight cami and lifting it up to 
expose my boobs.

"Daddy!  You're impossible!" I laughed, trying to pull my cami back down 
but in truth, it was more a show of effort than a real attempt to counter 
him.

"So I hear the two of you are doing a whole convention tonight?" he asked 
as his tongue started to play on my nipples, teasing them and making them 
stiffen more than the cool air in the living room had already 
accomplished.

"Oh daddy, you know better than that!"

"Well, that's how your mother described it after talking to Linda."

"It's just a hostess gig, no big deal.  Actually, I'm surprised Kristi 
even signed up for it," I explained.

My dad lifted his head off my nipple and looked me in the eye with a 
broad grin on his face.

"Now baby, we both know that Kristi NEVER signs up for anything unless it 
involves a lot of sex and fun."

He put his mouth back on my nipple again and I couldn't help but sigh as 
my breast reacted to his touch.  Wouldn't you know it, here I was with my 
horny dad on the couch and I was playing like a little school girl 
turning away her groping boyfriend.  Kristi was running late and if she 
didn't get here soon I must just have to have my own little private party 
here at home!  My dad was certainly thinking along those lines as his 
hand moved in between my legs and his fingers pressed against my pussy.  
God, all I needed was to show up tonight with a big wet spot on the 
crotch of my jeans!  Fortunately (or not?), I heard a car horn beep and I 
looked up to see Kristi waving at me from the curb.

"Sorry daddy, my taxi's here," I apologized, pulling my cami back down 
over my boobs again.  God, my nipples were so big and sensitive now that 
the touch of the tight material against them made me tingle all over.

"Well, you COULD invite her in and forget the convention thing," he 
suggested, the disappointment registering clearly on his face.  His eyes 
kept looking down at my boobs and crotch and I knew my mom had better be 
ready to be assaulted after I had left.  God he was so horny that it 
looked like his dick was about to burst from the jeans he was wearing 
like some alien out of a victim's chest.

"Oh daddy, stop teasing me.  I love you!" I said with a kiss to his lips 
and a pat on his crotch.  Yep, he was hard alright!  Well, there would be 
plenty of opportunities later, of that I was sure.

I quickly left before I was tempted any further and joined Kristi in her 
car.  She was dressed in jeans as well but with her winter coat on that 
was about all I could see.  She greeted me and then headed for downtown.

"I saw your dad through the window," she commented, "Bet he's horny as 
hell tonight with you heading out with me."

I just giggled and slapped her playfully on the shoulder.

"Well, you should know.  I think you've been fucking me more than me 
lately."

"Hey it's not my fault," she protested, pretending to be defensive, 
"Someone has to take care of his needs and if you aren't, don't blame me 
for taking advantage of it!"


Chapter 4 – Getting Ready at the Hotel
======================================

We kept teasing each other for most of the ride in.  If anything, all our 
banter about fucking my dad was getting me even hornier and the closer we 
got to our destination, the more my thoughts turned towards the upcoming 
events.  Kristi was saying anything about it though, so I just kept any 
more questions to myself.  When we got to the hotel, Kristi pulled up to 
the valet parking section and smiled at the cute guy who opened the door 
for her.

"Hey Kristi, great to see you again!" he greeted her.  Sheesh, was she 
THAT much of a regular here that the valets knew her by name?

"Hi Mike, get any lately?"

God, she was always such a tease!  The girl never took a break from it 
but I knew she loved the attention and the way guys like Mike looked at 
her, even dressed in jeans and a heavy winter coat.

"Who’s the babe?" Mike said, nodding towards me as Kristi got out of the 
car.

"My cousin, wanna do her?"

I just shook my head and headed for the door before it went any further.  
Kristi ran up to join me and grabbed my arm after we went through the 
revolving entrance door.

"Shit, loosen up Kelly," she teased me.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes as we headed for the elevators.  
Apparently she knew where to go as I hadn't a clue.  As we passed a 
monitor I noticed it had a schedule up for some convention which I 
assumed was the one we were heading for.  Funny, it didn't mention 
anything about a hospitality suite!

Kristi pushed the button for the 4th floor.  We were the only ones in 
there and had anyone seen us, we would have looked like any other two 
girls our age, nothing special or sexy, just two girls dressed casually 
for winter.  When the door opened we were on one of the regular floors 
and I wondered where we were headed as I had been expecting to go to a 
floor with conference rooms or suites.  Kristi headed down the hallway 
without hesitation so I just followed along.  We got to a room where she 
knocked and a woman opened the door.  She looked to be in there thirties 
or maybe even forties and smiled as she welcomed us in.

"Good to have you tonight Kristi," she said, giving her a peck on the 
cheek, "And this must be your sexy cousin I've heard so much about."

I glanced at Kristi, wondering what exactly she had been telling people 
about me and who was this woman anyway?

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners.  I'm Trish," she said, turning to me 
and offering her hand.  I felt a little awkward shaking it, like I was 
being introduced at some business meeting.

"Come on in, the other girls are already here."

Sure enough, there were two other girls already in the room.  Apparently 
Trish was the organizer or maybe even Kristi's boss (later I learned she 
worked for Kristi's agency to organize events like this).  The other 
girls looked to be about our age as well.  I noticed they must have worn 
similar outfits as well however their jeans and coats were tossed on one 
of the beds while the two of them were snuggled together on the other 
bed.  I suppose I should mention they were both nude as well!  One was a 
blonde and the other a redhead although with their pussies shaved, I 
couldn't confirm if that was their natural hair colors.  The redhead was 
VERY red so I doubted it was natural and the blonde was definitely 
bleached.

"Kristi, I'm sure you remember Barbie and Alicia from last week," Trish 
said and then she turned to me and added, "I have to apologize for them 
being rude and not waiting for you girls, they got here early and were 
bored – you know how it is."

Yeah right, like I knew how it was!  Maybe this was standard procedure 
for Kristi, but I wasn't use to this group working relationship thing.  I 
wasn't complaining, they were both gorgeous and if anything, I felt a 
little self- conscious.  I would never think of myself as ugly, but most 
guys tell me they like me for my "girl-next-door" looks, not that I am 
some model or centerfold.  The two girls on the bed look like they were 
fresh out of a men's magazine shoot!  I long ago reconciled myself that 
when Kristi and I were together, most men looked at her first but now I 
felt a little out of my element.

"Well, let's see what you've got," Trish said to me. 

Kristi was already stripping off her clothes so I figured it was expected 
of me.  Where was the convention we were suppose to be going to?  The 
last thing I had expected was to get it on with two other girls and 
Kristi in a standard hotel room while some women my mom's age watched!

"Nice tits," Trish said approvingly, reaching out to cup my right boob 
with her hand. 

It was like I was being inspected or something.  She wasn't trying to 
play with me or turn me on, more like she was judging a piece of produce 
in a supermarket.

"Yeah, the guys are going to love you," she said as she let go of my boob 
and moved around to take a closer look at my now bare ass.  Her hand 
grabbed my butt cheek as if to determine the firmness and she let go 
quickly.

"Oh yeah, you'll do great," she summarized, her arms folded as she looked 
me up and down.  You're on the pill I assume?"

I nodded and she put her hand to her cheek thoughtfully.

"You don't mind going bareback tonight, do you?"

That caught me bit by surprise.  Normally, I HATE condoms.  Personally, 
wearing a condom is the most selfish thing a man can do during sex.  HE 
gets all the pleasure and cums, regardless of whether he wears one or 
not.  But what about me?  One of the things I love about being fucked is 
the feeling of a man shooting his warm load of sperm into me.  Depending 
on the guy, the amount varies and sometimes I can't even really feel it 
but the key things is KNOWING that he is cumming in me, KNOWING I am 
fulfilling his biggest desire.  Wearing a condom robs me of that feeling 
and so I hate them.  Of course, in this day and age a little caution is 
needed so I had already resigned myself that tonight intimacy most likely 
wasn't on the menu.  Trish must have read the expression on my face as 
she pursed her lips, looked over at Kristi and then back at me again.

"Hmmmmmm, now Kelly, Kristi assured me that you knew what you were 
getting into and that you wouldn't have any problems with any of this," 
she said in a tight voice, looking at Kristi again as she continued, 
"We're NOT going to have any problems tonight, ARE we?"

"Don't worry Trish, Kelly's cool...," Kristi tried to say before Trish 
waved her hand at her to shut up.

"I'm asking Kelly so shut up Kristi...," she said curtly and then turned 
back to me, "So what's the story girl, you ready to put out tonight or 
not?"

Obviously MY definition of "putting out" wasn't as broad as hers.  As 
much as I wanted to do this, I also knew I had to draw the line 
somewhere.

"I really don't care about the bareback thing, but I DON'T do anal, 
period," I insisted, my face feeling flushed as everyone in the room was 
now listening and watching the two of us.

"Oh for God's sake," she huffed, "You've GOT to be kidding me.  
Amateurs!"

I just stood there with a determined look on my face and finally she just 
sighed and shook her head as if she didn't know what else to do with me.

"Crap, it's too late to get another girl so I guess we'll have to make do 
with you," she said, obviously unhappy with me.  She turned to Kristi and 
pointed her finger at her accusingly.

"And as for you – this is gonna cost you tonight, you hear?  "Fifty 
percent off your cut and your uptight cousin gets nothing."

Damn, what a bitch!  I wasn't about to tell her I hadn't been expecting 
to make much of anything tonight in the first place, it was mostly just 
for fun as far as I was concerned.  I felt bad for Kristi though, feeling 
I had let her down a little.  At the same time, I'm not a fan of anal and 
I just wasn't about to start in with it with a group of horny guys who 
didn't give a damn about me.  Having made her point, Trish suddenly 
reverted back to her mother-hen style as if nothing had just happened.

"So... There's a little time left.  You two want to warm up a bit before 
we go up?"

I looked at Kristi and she grinned at me, nodding towards the other two 
girls who were going at it on the bed.  It didn't take a rocket scientist 
to figure out what Trish meant by "warming up".  What the hell, why not?

My immediate expectation was that Kristi and I would get on the second 
bed while Barbie and Alicia continued on theirs.  Well, if there was one 
thing I was finding out quickly tonight, everything I assumed was wrong.  
They must have heard Trish's offer as they split apart and laid on their 
backs with their knees up, looking at the Kristi and me with obvious 
lust.

Kristi was ahead of me and she picked Barbie, the blonde leaving Alicia 
for me.  God she was hot!  Her boobs looked to be about a full D cup and 
natural ones at that.  She had an hourglass figure I would have killed 
for and legs that just seemed to go on forever.  Her hair, though, was 
what really caught my eye.  It went down the length of her back as was a 
deep auburn red that shown in the dim light of the room.  I felt a bit 
self-conscious as I crawled onto the bed and straddled her thin waist.  
She was SO beautiful!

I got the distinct impression that this wasn't the first rodeo for Kristi 
and Barbie as the two of them were locked into a 69 before I was even in 
bed with Alicia.  It didn't surprise me as I knew Kristi loved girls as 
much, if not more, than guys and I had no doubt she took advantage of her 
co-workers whenever possible.  Alicia certainly didn't seem to be shy as 
she lifted herself up and grabbed me by the upper arms and pulled me back 
down onto the bed on top of her.  Without a word we started kissing and I 
felt her hands roaming all over me, with special interest to my ass.

"Mmmmmmm, I want to try out your pussy," she murmured, her lips loosened 
from mine just enough to talk.

I had a good idea what she wanted so I lifted myself back up again and 
straddled her face, holding onto the headboard mounted on the wall behind 
her for balance.  She bunched up the pillow under her head so her face 
was planted firmly in my crotch.  No sooner was I in place than each of 
her hands cupped one of my buttocks and she pulled me in even tighter to 
her face.  Her tongue started to explore my freshly shaven pussy and it 
quickly found its mark – my clit.  I had to say one thing for Alicia, 
this girl knew how to eat pussy!  God it felt incredible as her mouth 
went to work on me.  Her one hand reached under and I felt her finger 
push its way into my now wet pussy as her tongue continued to do its 
magic on my clit.

"God that feel so good," I gasped, my hands gripping the headboard so 
tight my knuckles were white. 

I rocked reflexively onto her face, grinding my pussy into it and feeling 
her nose rubbing against me as her tongue flickered over my sensitive 
clit.  I knew from the moans and groans beside me that Kristi and Barbie 
were enjoying each other as well but at this moment my full attention was 
on the incredible job Alicia was doing on my pussy.  Yeah, she was a 
professional, there was no doubt about that!

I heard some clicks and I realized that Trish must be taking some photos 
of the action on the bed.  I imagine it would sell pretty good, four 
twenty-something girls getting it on pressed tight together on a double 
bed.  The flash was a little annoying but Alicia suddenly sped up her 
tongue attack on me and any further concerns about Trish disappeared as 
the pleasure rolled over me like a flood thanks to Alicia's fantastic 
tongue on me.

"Oh god, I'm cumming," I cried out.

I guess being horny all day, teasing my dad, teasing the valet, and now 
being eaten by this beautiful girl all conspired to bring me to my orgasm 
even faster than usual.  Whatever the full reason, it didn't matter as I 
felt my pussy flood her face with my cum as she eagerly lapped it up like 
a cat at a bowl of milk.  Finally I collapsed on her face.

Looking back, I have no idea how she was able to breathe!  My entire body 
felt like the thermostat in the room had been raised to 100 degrees yet I 
was shivering with goose bumps all over me like it was the middle of 
winter instead.  It was now my turn to return the favor and I had to 
admit, I was looking forward to it when Trish broke in, mother hen once 
again.

"Sorry girls, it's time to go."

A collective sigh went up from all four of us but Trish would have none 
of it.

"Don't give me any shit," she teased us, "You gals have work to do so 
enough of playtime."

Reluctantly I got off the bed and as I passed by Trish, she playfully 
smacked me on my bare ass and said, "Well, maybe you'll work out after 
all." Then she gave me a wink and let me by.

Kristi had mentioned something about us being given "uniforms" or some 
sort of costumes to wear for the night, but I didn't see anything around 
other than out own clothes.

"There are extra robes in the bathroom," Trish explained to me.  The 
other girls were already heading that way so apparently this was routine 
but I was a first- timer to all this and had no clue how to act or 
behave.  Kristi emerged with two of them and handed one to me.

"No uniforms?" I asked her quietly.

"C'mon Kelly, what were you expecting, French Maid costumes?" she said 
with a sly grin.  "Welcome to the big leagues."


Chapter 5 – Showing Off the Merchandise
=======================================

I put on the robe which was standard hotel issue meaning it hung down 
well past my knees and wrapped around me to effectively hide me 
completely.  When we were all ready, Trish gave us all one last look-over 
and led us out of the door and to the elevators.  She inserted her a room 
key card and pushed the button for the concierge level.  Now THAT was 
more like what I had been expecting earlier when Kristi and I had first 
arrived.  Everyone was quiet as church mice during the ride up, the four 
of us girls barefoot and naked under our robes while Trish wore her 
formal business jacket over her pant suit outfit.  No doubt who was in 
charge!

The doors opened to a wide area with chairs and formal tables set about 
for people to meet and discuss whatever they had to discuss.  There were 
several couples sharing drinks as well as a number of businessmen dressed 
in suits.  ALL of them took notice of our arrival and from the way they 
whispered to each other and glanced our way, I knew they had us pegged 
for what were– four hookers reporting for duty.  Oh well, who cared?  
Certainly not us!

Trish us quickly down to the end of the hall were a set of double doors 
awaited us.  I could only imagine what size this suite must be to have 
such doors.  I wasn't disappointed - it was like a small apartment.  
Indeed, I think the place was bigger than my own tiny apartment.  There 
was a living room area with what looked to be a full wet bar, a 
kitchenette, another smaller room with a TV and some furniture, and then 
what must have been the bedroom although that door was closed at the 
moment.  Large windows gave a beautiful view of the city and soft music 
filled the room.  There was no sign of any corporate paraphernalia or 
anything else to directly connect the room to whatever company was 
sponsoring the event.  No doubt Trish's agency had taken care of booking 
the room for security and privacy purposes.  At the moment we were the 
only ones in the room at the moment although I had a feeling that would 
be changing soon.

"Well, what do you girls think, something you can work with?" Trish asked 
although I think it was more rhetorical than an actual question for us to 
answer.

"C'mon Kelly, let's check out the bedroom," Alicia proposed, taking me by 
the hand and starting towards the closed door.

"You know better Alicia, you're on the clock now so play time is later," 
Trish admonished her.  "Take a seat in the living room and let me see 
when this show is getting on the road."

Trish pulled out her cell phone and she turned her backs to us as all 
four of us sat in a row on the couch while she retreated to the 
kitchenette to talk to someone She returned in a few minutes with a 
smile.

"They're just finishing the evening's program so get ready," she warned 
us.

If I'd been perfectly honest, I would've spoken up at this point and 
asked what the hell we were suppose to be doing.  Of course it had to do 
with sex, why else bring four prostitutes (well, three plus one 
pretender) to a fancy hotel suite?  What I was curious about was exactly 
WHAT was going to happen.  Were we suppose to tease or what?  I resigned 
myself to playing it by ear and seeing what happened.

Sure enough, it wasn't five minutes before Trish was welcoming several 
guys into the room.  They were all dressed in matching slacks and 
corporate polo shirts with logos for today's convention on them.  As they 
entered the room, they made a beeline for the bar which was obviously 
free for them, their eyes looking our way as they did.  Trish helped them 
with their drinks as they started to talk about us.

"Damn Trish, looks like you done good this year!" one of them 
complimented her.  He seemed to be in charge from the general posture of 
the other three when they listened.

"Well John, you know we always aim to please," Trish replied, obviously 
sucking up to him but he was too full of himself apparently to notice.  
Typical guy!

"I'm sure you remember Barbie and Alicia from last year," Trish said, 
walking over to introduce us, "And we also have Kristi and Kelly for you 
this time."

"Mind if I get a look?" John asked Trish.  Trish nodded her head toward 
us which was apparently her signal for us to rise and drop our robes as 
the other three did exactly that and I tried to follow along and keep up.

"Damn, you never disappoint Trish," John complimented her, licking his 
lips subconsciously as if we were all sheep and he was the wolf being 
welcomed in by a traitorous shepherd.

"So how many did you end up with for tonight?" Trish asked John.  I 
noticed the other guys all stayed in the background but their eyes didn't 
leave our nude bodies for a second.

"Well, needless to say after last year word got around which is why I 
asked for more girls this time," John started out, "I handed out over 
fifty coupons this year."

Trish smiled and I was starting to get a better feel for what was going 
on.  Apparently this was a rather exclusive thing for which guys signed 
up ahead of time, getting some sort of coupon which served as their entry 
ticket.  But FIFTY of them?  I didn't need a calculator to figure out 
what that meant.  Holy crap!  How many of them would fuck more than one 
girl?  I had a feeling I was going to be setting a new personal record 
for most dicks in one night before it was over.  The other girls didn't 
appear to be surprised at all by the numbers, or at least they hid their 
feelings it better than I did as Trish shot me a glance that got the 
message across loud and clear – get my act together.

"Well, I think I'll sample the goods for a while if you don't mind," John 
said to Trish as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.  'You wouldn't happen 
to be available yourself, would you?"

Trish just smiled at him and stepped back replying, "You know better than 
that John, you couldn't afford me anyway."

As Trish stepped back, the four of them approached us, trying to look 
sexy and inviting.  It really didn't matter.  To them we were four 
pussies on legs, waiting to be fucked.

"What do you say guys, start out with a little BJ action?" John said, 
ever the leader.

They smiled and I got the feeling he was talking to us as much as he as 
to them.  As they got closer they were undoing their belts and slacks and 
the four of us dropped obediently to our knees, all in a row, shoulder to 
bare shoulder.  John took Barbie as she was at the one end of the line 
while the other three each took a position in front of one of us.  It 
wasn't long before the dicks were out of their pants and we were off!  
All that was needed was the bugle sounding the race to begin as the four 
of us started sucking our assigned cocks in unison.

This was the first time I had ever done anything like this.  Like, I've 
sucked hundreds of dicks so it wasn't like giving BJ was anything 
special, but this was different.  I've even been fucked by a "train" of 
guys, one after the other but there I was the only girl being fucked and 
the center of attention.  To be in a row of naked girls like this, just 
another whore giving out a BJ, was certainly a "different" experience to 
say the least.  

Things actually went easier once I got his dick in my mouth and could 
concentrate on the feel of him between my lips.  He was huge pretty well, 
one of those dicks that grows but never seems to get that "steel rod" 
hardness most guys get.  His was more like a fresh sausage – firm but 
pliable.  Actually, it made it easier to suck as I was able to slide him 
in and out of my mouth more easily as his dick bent to conform to the 
angle of my head to his crotch.  I tried to stroke his shaft at the same 
time but he pushed my hand away and seemed to like his balls massaged 
lightly better.

One thing I noticed right off that while I was doing my best to suck his 
dick, at the same time he was talking to his friends and comparing notes 
about how we looked and our cocksucking skills.  The guy Barbie was 
blowing kept lifting her hair up and they all admired how long it was.  
Bent on her knees as she was, it almost touched the floor.

Kristi was between Barbie and Alicia, leaving me at one end so it was 
hard for me to see how Kristi was doing with her guy.  I suppose it 
really didn't matter which guy we sucked, from our point of view they all 
looked about the same!  None of them seemed to have an overly large, or 
small, dick so all in all, it was just your basic BJ for each of us.  One 
thing that surprised me was that they were apparently satisfied to get 
their dicks sucked as none of them pushed to fuck any of us.  I could 
tell my guy was getting close from the way he was grabbing my head and 
pulling me into his crotch while his hips shoved his dick deep into my 
mouth.

"Shit, don't stop, keep sucking my dick," he said, addressing me directly 
for the first time.  "Fuck, I'm almost there," he said.  I looked up but 
he was talking to the guy next to him, not me.

"Hell yeah, they're pretty good, aren't they?" his friend responded, a 
big grin on his face as he held Barbie’s head still and fucked her mouth.  
“Then I guess they better be for what they charge!"

"Oh fuck!" my guy interrupted him.

He shoved his dick deep into my mouth and I felt the first shot of warm 
sperm shoot from the end of his cock and hit me against the back of my 
throat.  I almost gagged as it dripped down into my throat and I couldn't 
hardly swallow with his dick filling my mouth.  Suddenly he pulled out 
and started stroking himself, sending the next couple of shots such that 
they hit me on my nose and cheeks and then back into my open mouth again.

"Shit Carl, you've been storing that up for a while or what?" his buddy 
chuckled as my guy just kept cumming, covering my tongue with more cum as 
I felt his other shots drip down my nose and face.

"Hey, not my fault the old lady's frigid," he retorted, hitting the guy 
on the shoulder with his fist.  "That's it, suck it all out," he said 
back to me again.

I obediently did as he ordered and took his quickly softening dick 
between my lips again, sucking my cheeks in as I licked the tip of his 
dick and took every last drop of cum from him that I could.  Soon the 
other guys were cumming, one of them in Alicia's mouth but the center two 
were spraying it all over their girl's face and boobs.  Kristi seemed to 
be enjoying it as she smiled and took it all like a trooper.

As they caught their breath and we took our last few tugs on their dicks, 
Trish suddenly appeared again to check up on our performance.

"Well, what do you guys think of my girls?"

They all chimed in and it was a chorus of "Great!", "Fucking good," and 
other compliments.  Apparently they were satisfied that the "merchandise" 
was ready for prime time as they pulled up their pants and headed out the 
door, only to be replaced by a crowd of guys all trying to get in ahead 
of the other.  Trish took control like a master sergeant.

"OK, Barbie and Kelly – to the bedroom….  Alicia – TV room and Kristi, 
you stay here on the couch.  Let's go girls…show time!  Make me proud."

I wouldn't have been surprised if he had huddled and stacked hands 
followed by a "go girls" shout or whatever but it didn't get as corny as 
that, thank god.  Barbie and I hustled off to the bedroom while Trish 
tried to maintain some semblance of order with the incoming crowd of 
horny men.

"Well, you ready girl?" Barbie asked me as we pulled off the comforter 
and laid next to each other on the bed.

"I guess," I answered softly.

"So you're an amateur, eh?  I take it then that you haven't done this 
before, have you?" Barbie asked me gently, "You sure you're ready for 
this?"

"Well, I'm still not entirely sure what 'this' is!" I exclaimed, looking 
out the door expecting men to start appearing any moment.

"Oh my God, didn't Kristi explain it to you?" she gasped, "That dirty 
little whore, how could she?"

I must have looked puzzled and the noise level outside was rising so she 
looked at me in the eyes and said, "OK, we don't have much time so just 
listen to me.  For the next few hours just forget who you are.  Forget 
your boyfriend, your parents, your friends, anyone who you think might 
care what you do here.  These guys only want one thing – to fuck your 
brains out any way they can.  Don't fight them, don't resist, and for 
god's sake, NEVER say no to anything.  If you want to get out of this in 
one piece, just go with it and try to enjoy it.  God, I can't believe 
Kristi brought you into one of the toughest gigs in town and didn't warn 
you!"

After her little speech I was about to chicken out and bolt for the door.  
Crap, what the hell had I gotten myself in to?  I knew Kristi was a lot 
wilder than me and did a lot of things I never would have done, but I 
hadn't expected it to be THAT crazy tonight.  I'd been gangbanged before 
at bachelor parties and sex parties so I didn't expect this to be any 
different.  Well, as experienced as I consider myself, I was about to 
learn just how naοve I can still be!

As I said, I was one step from heading for the exit but any consideration 
of that was brought to a screeching halt when several guys burst into the 
room, all of them completely naked.  Evidently the time delay from when 
they entered the suite to making their way in here with us was due to 
them undressing and leaving their clothes behind somewhere.  They were 
followed by several more and the room was starting to fill up quickly.  
Barbie looked at me and winked, and mouthed a quick, "good luck" to me.  

That was the last time for the next three hours I was able to look at 
Barbie without someone doing something to me.  God, how do I even 
describe what was done to me?  I've always talked about my definitions of 
whore versus slut, feeling smug about my status and looking down at girls 
like Kristi who sold their bodies to anyone with enough money.  I once 
had this aura of superiority that I chose my partners and controlled my 
own destiny.  Well, talk about a "road to Damascus" conversion!  I have a 
completely newfound respect for the prostitutes of this world!  After 
what I went through tonight, I have no idea how these girls do this day 
after day, week after week.  God, one night was more than I could handle!

In trying to decide how to write about what happened for the rest of the 
night, decided there was no way I could do a typical "play-by-play".  I 
don't even remember what all happened and much of what did is hazy like 
trying to watch a movie through a fog bank.  What I decided was to pick a 
few of the more memorable "scenes".  These did not necessarily happen in 
the order presented but then, what difference did it make since what I 
did one minute typically had no connection to what I was doing a few 
minutes later.


Chapter 6 – Gangbanged
======================

This was probably the part I remembered the most and the best as I wasn't 
worn out and fucked out to the point everything started to blend 
together.  The room was filling with naked men of all sorts and shapes 
and sizes.  The best I could compare it to would be a day at the family 
beach where men of all ages, backgrounds, and physiques appeared showing 
way too much of what I didn't need to see.  Of course here were more than 
a few guys who would have caught my eye under different circumstances, 
but the beer guts and hairy backs far outnumbered them.  There was one 
thing most of them DID have in common though, erections or dicks being 
stroked to try and evoke one.

After Barbie’s quick little warning she fell back against the pillows 
stacked on her side of the bed and "assumed the position" if you want to 
say it that way – on her back, head up on the pillows, feet flat on the 
bed such that her knees were up and bent, legs spread apart showing off 
her pretty bare pussy, and your basic "fuck me" come-hither look on her 
face.  Figuring she knew what she was doing, I mimicked her and the two 
of us laid there silently, like sailors on the bridge waiting for the 
monster wave to hit.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I'm getting my share right 
now!" someone said out loud over the general din of guys whispering back 
and forth saying god knows what about Barbie and me.

I wondered how many of these guys looking at us like pieces of meat for 
sale had sisters, daughters or nieces back home our age and if they could 
possibly realize that someone saw us that same way they viewed them.  
From the looks in their eyes and the hard dicks in their hands, I doubted 
it.

Someone broke out from the pack and headed straight for me.  He grabbed 
me by the ankles and pulled and twisted me roughly to the edge of the bed 
such that my ass was at the edge and my legs were up in the air over his 
shoulders.  He wasn't wasting any time with cuddling or foreplay, no sir!  
He had one goal in mind - fucking me.

"Yeah, fuck her Jack!" someone called out. 

At the same time another guy was approaching Barbi, except he was looking 
for her to suck his dick so she rolled over on their side and took him in 
her mouth.  After that I wasn't watching her anymore as suddenly I felt 
my guy pressing his dick up against my pussy, trying to push it into me.  
Fortunately I was still pretty wet from fooling around earlier and he 
entered me rather easily, although as my first dick of the night, I was 
still pretty tight.

"Shit, she's tight!" he crowed as the rest of them cheered him on. 

I pulled my kegs back so I could wrap my arms around them and hold them 
back against me as he stroked himself unceremoniously in and out of my 
pussy.  He may as well have been fucking a plastic blowup doll for all 
the attention he was giving me.  He was more concerned about showing off 
his sexual prowess to his friends than the woman whose pussy he actually 
he had his dick inside.

Not to be left in the cold, a couple of his buddies got on the bed, one 
on each side of me, and dangled their dicks onto my mouth, their 
intentions obvious.  Not really caring which I did first, I turned my 
head to the one who seemed the most anxious and opened my mouth, letting 
him push his dick inside.  Meanwhile, I was being literally pushed and 
pulled on the bed as the guy fucking me was going at it like there was no 
tomorrow.

Trying to suck two dicks at once is more challenging than you may think.  
Fortunately, both guys weren't afraid to "help" me out, stroking 
themselves whenever I would do the other to keep things moving along.  I 
say that because some guys seem to have this phobia about touching 
themselves in front of me.  I figure that's probably because they were 
told that masturbation was bad when they were growing up and so had been 
conditioned to never let someone see them stroking themselves.  Too bad 
for the, it just took longer to get them off!

From the way things progressed, the guy fucking me was not the first just 
because he was a show-off, he must have been horny as hell too as he 
didn't last very long fucking me.  It seemed like he had just started 
when I heard him groan and then thrust himself deep into me and start to 
cum.

"Shit, he's cumming inside of her," I heard someone exclaim.

Well, the first shot WAS deep in me but then his porn movie "training" 
took over.  Well, I can't say that for certain but it seems to me a lot 
of guys learn their "technique" from watching too much porn, equating hot 
porn with good sex – something that wasn't necessarily always the same 
for me.  He pulled his dick out until just the head was inside of me, 
releasing the rest of his cum barely inside of me.  Yeah, just like he 
learned watching "Creampie Honeys" or some other porno film (BTW – I have 
no idea if a movie by that title exists but it wouldn't surprise me).  
When he was almost done, he pulled himself out such that the last smaller 
shots covered my wet pussy on the outside.  A regular porn film star 
here!

"Let's see it!" someone yelled.  

"Fuck, it's leaking out of her cunt," another voice chimed in. 

From the feel of it, his cum was dripping out of my pussy and down to my 
ass.  By cumming so close to the outside of my pussy, most of it was 
being pushed back out again, hence the "creampie" action they all seemed 
to love watching.

"Alright, I can handle sloppy seconds," someone said gruffly, "Get out of 
the way and let someone else have a turn for crying out loud."

It was hard to see what was going on with two dicks vying for my mouth's 
attention but I soon felt what was going on.  Another dick was pressing 
its way into me.  With my pussy all lubed up with the first guy's sperm, 
he slipped easily inside of me and promptly started to stroke himself in 
and out of me slowly and deliberately.

"Yeah, she IS tight," he confirmed in case anyone was really interested.  
If that bothered him, the faster pace of his strokes masked it well 
because he obviously was enjoying his dick in me.

Meanwhile, one of the guys I was sucking started stroking his cock in 
earnest, letting me pay full attention to the other.  As it worked out, 
they both came together, the one covering my face and the other coating 
my bobs and upper chest with his sperm.  As it turned out, it was but the 
first of many loads that those areas would receive before this crazy 
night was over.

I was expecting another dick to show up quickly in my face but I soon 
found out why they were hesitating.  Instead, someone dropped his dick in 
from behind me and started cumming on m y face from the top of my head 
where his balls hit me on the back of his head he sitting down so far on 
me.  He must have been jerking off watching the other guys get sucked and 
now it was his turn to spray his cum over me.  Most of it landed on my 
face but I could tell a substantial also made its way to my hair.  Oh 
well, I knew I would be need one heck of a bath tonight so what did it 
matter?

The second guy to fuck me apparently wanted to watch the results more and 
so as he was about to cum he pulled out of me and stroked his dick 
vigorously until he started to spray cum all over my belly and pussy.  
Damn, I had barely started and already I had more cum on me than I had 
had in a long time.

After about an hour, things started to fit into a pattern and it was 
almost like a rhythm was established.  The crowd changed continuously as 
guys came in, got off or decided to go for another girl.  I don't think 
my pussy went empty more than thirty seconds at any one time during that 
first hour.  After the first guy decided to go for the creampie, almost 
all of them pulled out and watched their cum squirt out and land on me – 
somewhere or another.

There simply weren't enough pussies and mouths for everyone at once, so a 
lot of the guys jerked off and ended up cumming before they could stop 
themselves.  Not wanting to "waste" it, most of them tried to get it to 
land on me – somewhere.  After only the first hour I had been hit by cum 
on my legs, torso, boobs, face, hair, arms, and even my feet.

As for sucking dick, it didn't take long to realize that technique was 
secondary when it came to assembly line BJs.  After the first few guys my 
jaws started to tire and I knew I would never make it trying to us my 
usual BJ style.  What I found worked the best was simply to hold my mouth 
open for the next guy and once he was in, just relax and keep my teeth 
off of him while he did the work.  Hey, it worked!  The guys were just 
happy to have their dick in a girl's mouth.

My only issue was that I LOVE cum and only a few of them came in my 
mouth.  The vast majority pulled out and jerked themselves off so they 
could spray it over my face and body.  I think most of it was peer 
pressure – everyone would cheer when they started shooting their cum on 
me, like guys cheering on a chugging contest at a party.  Cumming in my 
mouth may have been more satisfying to me, but it wouldn't have given 
them as much to brag about later.

So it went, basically the same season repeated over and over just with 
different actors in the leading roles.  I had absolutely no idea who was 
fucking me most if the time or if a guy came back for "seconds.  A couple 
of dicks seemed familiar when I sucked them but that may have been my 
imagination at work just as easily.  The problem was, I started getting 
confident, a sort of "been there done that" attitude that this was no big 
deal and I could take on guys like this all night.  Once again, I was 
making an assumption at was wrong.


Chapter 7 – Losing Control
==========================

Back in the hotel room I’d told Trish there was one thing that was off 
limits – anything anal.  She was upset at this, probably figuring she 
would be getting complaints from the "customers" over it but in the end 
she agreed to respect my wishes.  About half-way through the night, I 
learned there was one flaw in my plan – Trish wasn't in the room.

Until now, a couple of guys had tried slipping their dick in the general 
direction of my ass but I had been able to redirect their efforts 
successfully without making a scene of it.  Simply by changing position, 
letting them fuck me doggie style or riding cowgirl I could get their 
mind off my ass and then they came so quick there want time to worry 
about my asshole.  Yep I had it all under control.  Kelly was in charge.

Boy was I wrong.

I was on my knees, getting fucked doggie style by a guy when he came all 
over my ass and asshole.  No sooner was he finished then the next guy in 
line stepped up and slipped his dick in my now well-used cunt (it wasn't 
fair to call the poor thing a pussy anymore the way it was being 
treated)..  After a few strokes and his cock was covered with my pussy 
and lord only knows how many men's cum, he pulled out and I felt the head 
of his dick against my asshole, the pressure mounting as he pushed 
harder.

"Fuck my pussy, that's what it's there for," I tried teasing him.  Until 
now, that line had worked as the guys had been too anxious to fuck me to 
argue.

"Fuck that, I paid for it and I want it," he growled, pushing away my 
hand and grabbing me on each side of my hips to hold me in place as he 
pushed harder into me.

Technically my asshole wasn't a virgin, going back to my escorting days 
years ago when someone did something without my permission.  Back then it 
led in part to my decision to quit escorting.  So far as anyone is 
concerned, I tell people I have never done anal as I don't like to even 
remember that time, let alone count it as a "first time".  Since then, I 
have refused anal sex with everyone, even my dad.  Oh sure, I have 
fingered my asshole a couple of times in the shower but that was just 
natural curiosity and never by anyone other than my own finger.  So when 
it came to taking a dick in the ass – NO WAY.  My favorite phrase has 
been that my ass is a one way street with an exit only sign out front.

Evidently nobody had given this guy the memo that said my asshole was off 
limits and he was enough of a prick to force the issue.  I recalled 
Alicia's warning about never saying no and I knew if I raised a fuss that 
things could get out of hand quickly.  The thought of being fucked in the 
ass petrified me but it was nothing compared to my fear of a gang bang 
turning into a gang rape.

Well, what could I do?  What choice did I have?  I bit my tongue and held 
myself there, waiting for him to do it, waiting for what I was sure would 
be the worst thing to happen to me in my life.

OK, now that is over I can say it wasn't the WORST thing that has ever 
happened to me, but it ranks up there with other things I never want to 
do again.  Once he realized I was giving in and he could fuck me in the 
ass, the jerk didn't waste a moment.  He took his hard dick in one hand 
while he spread apart my buttocks with the other.  Using his hand to help 
keep his cock from bending, I felt the pressure against my asshole 
growing by the second.  For a moment I felt a sense of relief as I 
figured he wasn't going to be able to get it in me but no, he was a 
determined one.

When the head of his dick split my asshole open, it made my first time 
being fucked feel like pure pleasure in comparison.  Oh my god!  It hurt 
like HELL!  Tears were streaming from my eyes but nobody noticed as 
everyone's attention was fixed on my asshole where he literally forced 
himself into more and more.

"God DAMN she's tight!" he exclaimed. 

Well, this was one time I knew a guy wasn't just being complimentary.  I 
WAS damn tight and from the way my ass was feeling, not stretching out 
very willingly either.

Who the hell ever thought of doing this in the first place?  How could 
anyone enjoy this?  It might have helped had it been under better 
circumstances, with someone he cared at least a little about me as a 
person.  Not this guy though.  he just kept shoving it in further and 
further, totally oblivious to the pain he was causing me.

"Ah yeah, this is great," I heard him brag to his friends.  Then he 
grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he knew I was listening to 
him.

"Let's hear it bitch," he snarled at me as his cock inched in a little 
deeper, "I want you to beg for it, tell me you want it."

What I REALLY wanted was to twist my hips and break his cock off at the 
root.  What I DID was exactly what he asked for.

"Oh yeah, I love it when you fuck me in the ass," I said, trying to sound 
like I meant it, even if my voice was about to crack and I broke into 
sobs.

Once he was all the way in me, he pulled out and it created the weirdest 
sensations.  On the one hand it felt good, or should I say it felt less 
bad, as his cock came out of me and no longer violated my asshole.  At 
the same time, I felt totally embarrassed as I could have SWORN I was 
taking a dump and crapping all over us.  In my head I knew that wasn't 
the case but even so, the feeling was weird.

Although he stuck his dick back in my pussy again, any dreams that he 
might be satisfied with a single penetration died quickly as I realize he 
was just lubricated his cock for another run at my asshole.  A few 
strokes in my pussy and he was back at the entrance to my asshole except 
the "exit only" sign had been tossed to the side of the road.  Thankfully 
the second time didn't hurt anywhere nearly as bad as the first but it 
was still a far cry from being enjoyable.  The most enjoyable part of the 
entire exercise was when he pulled it out of me!

As if just to prove how wrong I was about my earlier assumption that I 
wouldn't be fucked in the ass, he lasted longer than the usual guy as 
well and it must have taken him ten minutes to get off.  When he did cum, 
he didn't even cum in my asshole, where you think a first-timer SHOULD 
cum.  No, I felt him squirting his sperm on my ass and legs instead.  Go 
figure!

It was bad enough that he fucked me in the ass.  What made it even worse, 
though, was he set a precedent.  At least a half dozen other guys fucked 
my asshole before the night was over.  It didn't hurt nearly as bad with 
the last guy but I still couldn't say I enjoyed it.

Final note: PLEASE do not come back to me and ask me about anal sex.  OK, 
once again I was dragged into it without my permission but shy should 
that have to be counted as an anal sex experience.  Like taking your sins 
to Jesus, now that I have confessed to it I expect it to be remembered in 
the same manner as my other time in college – NOT.  If anyone should ask, 
my answer is still the same – I have not had anal sex and I don't intend 
to have it.


Chapter 8 – End Game
====================

By now it must have been three to four hours into the night.  Damn, had 
he said fifty guys?  It felt more like five hundred – and every one of 
them had fucked me.  Of course that's a bit of an exaggeration, but to 
call me a cum slut now would be like calling Paris Hilton a little 
spoiled. 

I would have given anything for just a ten minute break and a shot at the 
shower.  I felt absolutely filthy as the layers of cum on me dried only 
to be covered by yet another layer.  It was like my face would have been 
used for some archeological dig – sifting through layers of sperm to find 
the original base layer of skin buried underneath.  It was like taking 
Elmer's glue and pouring it over your skin and letting it dry and then 
pulling it off in one piece – come one, we've all done it when we were 
little kids.

My pussy was numb.  It didn't hurt but it was like running a long race 
and afterwards not feeling bad but I knew the next morning I would be 
paying for this.  I could only imagine how the poor thing looked by now.  
Beside the "miners:, guys cumming inside of me and the "firemen", guys 
squirting their cum over my pussy, there were those who were one step 
kinkier and held my pussy open while they came into it like pouring water 
into well.  Bottom line, my pussy had been fucked like it had never been 
fucked before – and that was saying something!

My ass hurt like hell.  After the first guy led the charge, it seemed the 
next half dozen or so had to follow suit.  Thankfully, the "ass craze" 
died out and guys went back to doing my pussy again.  Even so, it was 
tender and I had a feeling sitting down was going to be whole new 
experience for me later.

The one thing that remained consistent, and that was the steady stream of 
guys.  At times the room filled up more than at others, and a few times I 
even had the momentary thrill of thinking we might get a break after the 
next guy, but sooner or later someone always appeared just in time to 
keep things moving along/

Before anyone asks, I can't say I came the entire night expect for those 
moments I spent with Becky into the hotel room.  I simply couldn't put 
myself in the right frame of mind for it.  Guys can cum no matter what so 
long as you manipulate their dick enough.  Hell, a guy can cum in his 
sleep it so independent of his head.  No girl I have ever met has ever 
had an orgasm while she was sleeping, no matter what was being done to 
her.  Look how many girls never have one – or least don't have one for 
years.  For a girl it's more a frame of mind than a physical thing and 
trust me, my frame of mind was not centered around my own orgasm.

As the last guy left the suite, the first thing I noticed was how quiet 
it suddenly became.  No more grunts, swearing, foul language, lewd 
comments, moans, groans or whatever.  I collapsed on the bed in a fetal 
position, not sure whether I should laugh at myself for what I had just 
allowed to be done to me, or cry for the same reasons.

"Come on, Kelly, you need to clean up so we can go," I vaguely heard 
someone saying to me, their hand on my shoulder trying to awaken me.  It 
sounded like they were a mile away and all I could hear was their voice 
coming out from afar.

I groaned and somehow got out of bed for the first time in hours.  I 
almost feel to the floor as my legs felt like rubber and my sense of 
balance was off.  I felt almost like I had been drugged or was coming out 
of a coma.

"That's it Kelly, you're doing great," I hear my cousin to the one side 
of me as someone, Alicia it turned out to be, helped me on the other.

The two of the got me in the shower and started the warm water.  God it 
felt so good.  I felt like a complete disaster.  I was covered with cum 
from head to foot and my hair felt like I hadn't washed it in a month 
except it wasn't grease that had it matted down.  Kristi slipped in the 
shower with me and helped to wash me off.

"God, you really got it tonight girl," she couldn't help but giggle.  
Then she hugged me under the stream of water and I felt her warm naked 
body against mine.

"I love you Kelly," she said, her voice starting to crack, "I'm so proud 
of you.  I feel like such a jerk for tricking you like this."

What could I say?  I really wasn't mad at her.  I wasn't hurt, just 
exhausted.  I'd been fucked by dozens of guys – how many, I really have 
no idea as I am sure there were a number that did me at least twice.  If 
I was honest with myself, I knew something like this was going to happen.  
After all, it was my cousin I was listening to and she never told the 
whole story about anything!

"I love you too Kristi," I assured her, hugging back as I felt better 
with each passing minute under the shower.  It was like washing the cum 
off of me was taking away the feelings of exhaustion with it.

It took forever it seemed to get the cum off of me and no doubt there 
would be more to find when I got home.  My hair was the worst.  Normally 
I hated it when ONE guy came in my hair because it was so hard to get out 
and then there was tonight, as lord only knows how much cum had been 
dumped in it.  There was a blow drier in the bathroom and I just blew my 
hair dry without caring about how it turned out as who would care at this 
time in the morning?

When we finally exited the bathroom, all fresh again, I was greeted by 
clapping and cheers from Becky and Alicia.  

"Bravo Kelly!" Becky said with a smile.  "Knew you could do it sister," 
Alicia chimed in afterwards.

Even Trish seemed to have softened towards me and gave me a hug.  Then we 
all threw out towels back on and headed down to our room to get dressed.

As we were about to leave the room, Trish pulled Kristi aside and 
whispered something to her.  Whatever it was, Kristi hugged her and 
thanked her.  Then Trish turned to me.

"I've got to hand it to you girl, I never would have thought you would 
have made it," she said solemnly.  "I told Kristi she could have her full 
share since you carried your share of the loads tonight."

Kristi thanked Trish again but this time she hugged me and squealed as 
well.  I had no idea how much money that represented but I would have to 
think with the number of guys there tonight it had to be a bundle.  Trish 
had one last thing to say to me before we left.

"You know, we're always on the lookout for new talent.  Kristi told me 
where you're at now and I can offer you a LOT more than you ever dreamed 
of making there.  Think about it, here's my card if you change your 
mind."

I took her card to be polite but I knew I would never call her.  There 
have been many things in my life I have done just once that I would never 
do again – slugging down a shot of Tequila, fucking a dog, and now being 
a true whore for a night.  All interesting experiences and none that I 
would ever regret doing – ONCE.  Nope, maybe Kristi can handle this type 
of lifestyle but it wasn't for me!

THE END