Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2012 15:26:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Take Notice <notice.take@yahoo.com>
Subject: G; 'Southern Hospitality Part 18' {Rodney Jake} (M MM 1st anal ws bear coll fat hair BM ) [18! ]
"I'm glad I stayed awake for this." A big black man who wore glasses and
his button down shirt tucked in over his fat belly, into a pair of
khakis. I could see he was wearing a wifebeater below his button down,
which was hanging half-way open. I couldn't remember his name, but know
he also worked for my dad. He loosened his belt, started to unbutton his
pants, then lowered his fly. He looked at Mr. Caradino. "Frank, let me
fuck this bitch first. Her old man is the biggest cocksucker I've ever
met. I'm rock hard just thinking about having the opportunity to plug
his fucking kid." He leaned over and ran his finger up the inside of my
thigh, laughing, "Besides, it looks like we're all in for sloppy seconds
anyways." At this point, I was licking Mr. Caradino's low-hanging,
Italian balls, each the size of eggs., relishing the taste of his salty
sweat.
Frank stuffed his cock back into my mouth, "Sure, just? let.. me? get? this? nut?"
He started humping my face rapidly, and I could feel his balls tensing
up. He kept humping as he started to shoot into my mouth. My eyes were
closed as I drank faithfully from his cock.
One of the men sitting on the couch laughed "Look at her, someone better
fuck her before she loses it." As I drank Mr. Caradino's load I had
unconsciously started to finger my pussy under my panties. Mr.
Caradino's penis flopped out of my mouth and he walked over to the camera
laughing, taking it off the tripod. He filmed as the black man grabbed
me roughly by the hair and started to drag me towards the bathroom. I
grabbed his hand, trying to lessen the tension being put on my hair, as I
half-crawled, half-dragged across the carpet until he let me go on the
cold tile. Frank filmed laughing as my dad's coworker towered over me.
"Go ahead bitch get, my cock out. We paid good money for you." I
reached up and lowered his pants to the ground. He stood in a grey pair
of cotton bikini briefs. I could see his massive cock hanging down in
the pouch. My mouth was watering when I started to lick them. He
slapped me, "I need to take a shit bitch, take my underwear off." When I
did, his fat cock, now half-hard, slapped me in the eye. I rubbed it as
he laughed at me, sitting down on the toilet. He kicked off his pants
and underwear so that all he had on from the waist down was a pair of
white socks. "Now my shirt." I unbuttoned the shirt, rubbing his belly
as I did, and pulled it off of him. Now he was sitting in his wife
beater.
I heard him start to shit and, no stranger to this drill, leaned forward
to suck his fat black cock that looked so delicious. He slapped me again
though, my face stinging. "I said I wanted to fuck you bitch. Show me
that pussy." He roughly stood me up and bent me over so that my ass was
facing him as he shit. His now hard cock hung over the toilet seat. He
let out a loud fart and I heard a splash in the toilet. He then shoved
aside my thong and stuck his fat thumb into my pussy and started bobbing
it in and out. I could feel his rock hard cock against the back of my
left leg, then I felt something warm. I knew immediately he had started
to piss on me. Frank was laughing as he filmed. "Shit bitch, you're
making a damn mess! Sit on this dick." He quickly pulled my panties
down to my ankles and tugged me back, knocking the wind out of me as his
fat pissing cock slammed into my pussy.
My feet were in the air and I was impaled on his cock. He was still
shitting as the rest of his stream filled me up, some of it pouring out
of my asshole and onto his legs. He started to bounce me up and down in
his lap. I was moaning softly when he slapped me again from behind,
"Fuck bitch, I'm taking a dump here. You mind doing a little bit of
work?" I kicked off my panties off into the pool of piss below me and
put my feet down, spreading them as wide as I could, and started to slide
my pussy up and down his thick cock. "That's better bitch. And don't
think you're not cleaning up the mess you made."
He was bouncing me up and down aggressively now, and I was moaning like a
whore. Every now and then I'd hear a loud fart followed by a splash in
the toilet below. I was yammering on as usual "Oh please fuck me.
Please fuck me with your big black cock." He fucked me like that for
about ten minutes before pushing me off of his lap, dropping me hard onto
the floor. He stood up, not bothering to flush the toilet which reeked
to high heaven, and bent over. Frank filmed me as I lay in the pool of
piss on the floor, wearing only my bra now.
The black man turned around annoyed, "What the fuck are you waiting
for?" I climbed up and started tonging his asshole clean for him. I
could taste the remnants of shit and a healthy amount of sweat he must
have built up fucking me. When I was done, he sat back on the toilet and
said "Now lick that piss off my legs that you spilt." I started lapping
up the drying piss from his hairy thighs. He slid off a little to give
me access to his ass, which I promptly cleaned for him. Finally, he
looked at me. "Well?"
I looked at him, "Well what sir?"
"Climb back on slut." He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him,
now facing him. His cock slid up my pussy again and he started to really
pump me. My tiny little cock rubbed up against his hairy belly and I
started to shoot. I could only moan into his neck as he talked to the
camera "Sorry Mr. Regis. We found your son out whoring himself on the
street and bought him from his pimp. We thought we were looking out for
his best interest but in the end, all he cared about was getting more
cock. Guess he's all grown up now." I couldn't stop moaning as I felt
his cock swell and start to spew cum up into my pussy. It dripped down
his cock as it convulsed inside of me, filling me up. We were both
panting when he said, "clean up the mess you made bitch. And tell you're
dad what happened." I slid his dick out of my ass as I stood, then
leaned over and started licking up the cum I had shot on his belly.
As I lapped him clean, I said "He's right dad. It's not their fault.
They were just trying to protect me."
I remembered I was wearing a bra, which made this ten times worse, but I
didn't care when I heard a guy in the living room yell "What's the hold
up." I quickly took his now soft cock into my mouth and sucked it
clean. I pulled up his balls and licked the sweat off them as best I
could.
Frank said from behind the camera "Now that's a full service broad." The
black man stood up and walked out of the room, his cock still swinging
below his belly, covered by his wife beater.
He was laughing loudly "Sorry boys. The old man just had that coming to
him." I heard him telling them about how he had pissed in my asshole
then fucked me while he took a dump. Everyone thought this was really
funny and started laughing.
I was still thinking about what would happen to me if my dad ever saw any
of this when Frank brought me back to reality. "Tell the camera what you
want."
I just looked up, "More cock please." He laughed and walked out. I sat
still for a second. I looked into the mirror at me. My hair was
completely fucked up, sticking every which way and my lips were
completely swollen. I'd probably looked like this since getting gang
fucked at Louie's earlier. It was starting to occur to me why Louie and
Marv had thought I was only worth 9 dollars. I didn't even bother to
wipe the cum dripping down my legs as I walked out into the living room,
eager to take more cock.
As I crept in, Frank was still filming. "There she is! Come and get
some cock honey." Frank had his suit jacket and pants off behind the
camera, and the black man was still sitting naked except for his wife
beater, with a beer in his hand on the couch. Everyone else was fully
clothed, except for me of course. A short jewish man who must have
weighed about 210 approached me. He had a well trimmed beard and, like
most of them, a ring on his finger. I remembered him as Mr. Feinstein.
He had always been really nice to me, asking about my future plans and
what colleges I was looking at whenever my dad would drag me to a work
party. I remembered on numerous occasions my dad making jabs about his
height, but he always seemed like a good natured guy who took it in
stride.
As he stepped forward my earlier views of him were shattered, "Why don't
you take off that bra you dumb whore. I don't like to see real women in
a bra, let alone some cross dressing faggot with mosquito bites. You
realize this are supposed to hold tits right?" He reached his rough
hands around my back and unfastened the clasp easily. I have to be
honest, despite his harsh tone, I was relieved to have it off. It had
gotten wet with cum and started to irritate my skin. Mr. Feinstein just
held it as if it was toxic. "I don't even want to ask how many mens' cum
is on this thing." I was standing completely naked in front of him now,
blushing.
"Hey Jim, why don't you come give me a hand with her." Jim, a
(relatively) young 38 year old Indian man, stood up off of the couch. He
was big and muscular, but only about 5 foot 10, a few inches taller than
Mr. Feinstein. He had short wiry black hair and an almost perfectly
shaped ass, which looked great under the thin material of the suit pants
he was wearing. I was hoping they'd fuck me on the couch but I heard Mr.
Feinstein say "Best not let this dirty slut on the couch. She's dripping
in cum and piss." He laughed and smacked my ass hard, causing me to rub
it quickly. "Get my fucking clothes off bitch."
I walked up and started to loosen his belt. Behind me, I could feel Jim
starting to run his finger up my crack. "Yeah she's a slut alright." He
reached around and fed me the cum from my pussy as I dropped Mr.
Feinstein's suit pants. He stood in red bikini briefs and his button
down. I unbuttoned it and pulled it over his back, my body rubbing
against his hairy belly. His red bikini briefs rubbed up against my
cock. Next I turned to Jim as I felt Mr. Feinstein start to play with my
nipples and run his hands up and down the sides of my legs. At this
point I had returned to full cockslut mode. I arched my ass out
playfully for Mr. Feinstein, looking deep into Jim's eyes as I started to
unbutton his shirt over his muscular hairy chest.
Behind the camera, a half-clothed Frank said "Christ Jim, I think you
better be careful with this one. She looks like she wants to have your
babies." I disregarded the comment as I ran my hands over his hairy
chest. He didn't seem to mind as I rubbed his stomach before I started
to open up his belt. His thin pants dropped to the ground. I couldn't
have been happier when I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear. The
guy's started laughing "Jim how often do you go commando?!" I was
mesmerized by his 7 inch uncut cock, hanging limply between his legs.
Frank said "Well that's a big dong Jim. Glad you don't golf. I'd hate
to stand next to you in the locker rooms at the club." Jim's cock was
getting harder. Mr. Fenstein had his finger up my pussy but that didn't
stop me from bending over to start sucking on Jim.
Jim just took in a deep breath when I swallowed his stiffening cock. I
ground my ass against Mr. Feinsteins fingers as I tried to give Jim the
best blow job I could muster. He was groaning quietly, his hairy stomach
heaving and falling in front of me. I was in love with this man's body.
He was amazing. Suddenly I heard Mr. Feinstein tell Jim "Mind sitting
down, I wanna fuck this bitch on the ground." Jim got down on his knees,
still humping my mouth, as I was on the ground on all fours between
them. I felt Feinstein's cock sliding up my pussy as Jim started to get
a little bit more aggressive. He was holding my head still and starting
to piston his cock in and out of my mouth.
Within minutes, both men were pounding me hard. Mr. Feinstein was
yelling "Take that cock slut. I wish you're dad was here, watching old
shorty raw dog his baby girl." My hands and knees jerked across the
carpet violently as they pounded me like a rag doll between them. I was
getting rug burns but didn't even care.
I pulled one of my hands up to fondle Jim's nut sack as he fucked me in
the mouth. He was much quieter than Mr. Feinstein, but I could hear him
muttering, almost inaudibly, under his breath "Yeah slut. Take it."
Mr. Feinstein surprised me. Though his cock wasn't massive (either that
or my pussy had gotten even wider) he was pounding me like a jack
rabbit. I felt like I was in heaven. Every few strokes he would push
his pelvis in, grinding his cock as deep as it would go, and would gyrate
his ass, digging his cocked around over my prostate. Then he's pull back
out and begin pounding me again. I heard him yell "Fuck this bitch is
loose. Randy, get over here. I think we can fit in a second." The man
got off the couch and stepped over to me. He was an overweight white
guy. He dropped his pants and tore off his shirt, now only wearing a
white undershirt which stretched over his belly. He tugged it off, then
threw one leg over me, so he was facing Jim, standing in front of Mr.
Feinstein. He backed up a bit and then I felt his cock sliding up my
pussy, along with Mr. Feinstein's. I moaned loudly. The thought of me
getting double fucked by my dad's coworkers had me hornier than I've ever
been. Not to mention Jim's massive 10 inch uncut cock and perfect
balls. He continued to hump me, his eyes closed, lost in his own world.
Frank zoomed in on my stretched out asshole, dripping in cum from the
night's activities, with two dicks crammed in it. "There you have it.
That's what happens when you let the chick wander too far from the
nest." Then he added "Well actually, maybe it's better you did this
halfway across the country, what do you say Kyle?" I could only moan my
assortment as I was too packed with cock to be understood. "But I think
we both know he's gonna end up seeing this shit anyways." I just kept
sucking and pushing my pussy out, trying to accommodate the big hairy men
trying to fuck me. I knew pushing out caused cum to leak out at a
constant rate, but I didn't care.
Jim started to nut in my mouth. I drank it faithfully. His load was
delicious. I was disappointed when he tugged out soon after, walking
back to the couch. He pulled back on his pants and sat, his beautiful
hairy muscular torso still unclothed. For some reason, I just watched
Jim as I felt Mr. Feinstein start to nut in my pussy. He never looked
away, just staring at me as I got pounded by the two men. After a few
healthy loads, he pulled out. Now only Randy was fucking me. I looked
away from Jim in embarrassment when I heard Randy say "Fuck can someone
stick another cock in her, I think she's getting too loose just for one."
Frank laughed, then propped the camera back up on the tripod. He stepped
up and got into the same position Randy had been in earlier, and slid his
thick italian cock in and started pounding me. I looked back at Jim in
embarrassment when I said, "Can someone put one in my mouth." Now, the
two guys who were on the couch who hadn't gotten in yet stepped up. They
didn't even drop their pants, maybe because they felt wierd standing so
close to each other. They just lowered their zippers and crammed their
cocks into my mouth. Once again, I was being hammered by two cocks from
each end. As I was pounded relentlessly, I thought, strangely, of
Tammy. I thought about how lucky she was to have three holes to take
cock in, rather than just two. I thought of how many men I could please
at once if I had an extra hole.
The men continued to fuck me for the rest of the night. Everything was
filmed. I must have gone unconscious while they were fucking me or
something. When I woke up, I was lying naked on the floor in a pool of
cum, he camera still rolling, fingering my pussy lazily as I slept. I
realized that it was now hanging open permanently. My palms, legs and
back were covered in rug burns from all the rough dicking I had taken on
the floor. I stood up. I was strangely upset that the night was over.
That everyone was so tuckered out. I looked up and noticed the big black
man who had fucked me on the shitter was passed out, still wearing a wife
beater, with a beer in his hand. Thankfully, his fat banana cock hung
down exposed. I walked over and took it into my mouth, sucking it
softly.
I thought back on the night, adding up the number of cocks I had taken
since meeting Louie and Martino at 6:00. There had been the four
original guys at Louie's, plus Louie and Martino made 8. Then he must
have brought over six or seven more guys, one of which only fucked
Tammy. So that made 14. Then there was the guy in his station wagon.
My asshole puckered thinking of his big dick. 15. Then my dad's 5
coworkers made 20. So I had taken 20 cocks in the last 12 hours. I
realized I was fingering myself again when Jim walked in, now fully
clothed.
I blushed when Jim looked at me fingering myself while sucking on the
unconscious man's dick. Jim didn't say anything about it. Instead he
said "Hey, I'm giving you a ride home." I looked over at the clock. It
was already 7:00 AM (how time flies when you're getting fucked). Jim had
car keys in his hand and started to put on his jacket. I stood up,
naked, realizing there wasn't going to be time for a shower. I ran into
the bathroom and grabbed my thong, which had been sitting in a puddle of
piss on the floor. I knew I didn't have anything else to wear, so I
pulled it up over my ass and walked back out into the living room. I
could feel pee dripping down my leg as I bent over and picked up my bra.
I fastened it back around my chest then blushed when I realized Jim was
staring at me. I don't know why I put the bra on. I wasn't thinking. I
went to take it off but Jim just said, "Leave it."
We walked toward the door and Jim opened up a closet then brought out a
towel. "Cover up." Embarrassed, I used the towel to wipe my face off a
little. I knew if I wiped down completely the towel would be covered in
cum. So I just wrapped it around my body and followed Jim out to the
car.
We drove in silence at first. I sat thinking about when Jim had face
fucked me. I really felt like we had connected. He looked at me for a
second and said, "Why do you do all this?"
So many people had posed this question to me in the last few days, but
only a few of them actually wanted to know the answer. I looked into my
lap and gave him the truth. I told him about how I was a slave to penis
and how any time I saw one I lost my mind with desire to suck it or have
it crammed into my pussy. I told him about how Andrew had turned me into
a cockwhore and about how I think he's right about me needing this. To
my relief, Jim was looking at lot more relaxed, sitting low in his seat,
one hand on the steering wheel, smiling. "Well maybe you're roommate's
right."
Hearing this, I relaxed too. I really enjoyed riding in the car with
him. We played good music and joked around. He poked fun at me but, for
the first time in a long time, it felt like someone was laughing with me
and not at me. "It's all a matter of perspective Kyle. I mean look at
the cum on you. Consider it a testament to how good you are at getting
men off, instead of a symbol of how big a cumslut you are." He laughed.
I blushed, enjoying the complement. He added "I mean, I've never had a
blow job like that. You may be able to fit two dicks in your mouth, but
you've got throat muscles for days. It felt like you had a vacuums seal
around my cock." I started to get hard in my panties, thinking back on
his thick 10 inch uncut Indian cock. For once, nobody could see, as Jim
had given me a towel to stay covered with.
"Thanks Jim. You have no idea how much that means to me." Jim reached
over and reached into the towel, feeling my hardon in the piss-soaked
panties.
"Hahaha I think I do." He didn't linger, and put his hand back on the
steering wheel, his other playing with his dick over his pants. It was
only 7:30 and we were already driving through campus. I didn't want to
leave Jim. Not yet.
I reached over and started to fondle his thick cock through his pants. I
could already feel him getting hard. "I never did have a chance to get
this in my pussy." We were pulling up to the dorms and I could feel his
dick was rock hard in his pants. I was taken aback when he grabbed my
hand and put it back in my own lap.
"Listen Kyle. I would love to fuck you. I would. In fact, the reason
everyone's out here this weekend is because we're opening up a new office
in town and I'm going to run it. I think we can do this again. I just
don't want your asshole or," he started to laugh, "pussy I guess, to be
dripping in cum when I enter you for the first time." I blushed, again
realizing I was sticky with cum and piss. He grabbed my face, "Hey, look
at me. Remember what we talked about. Now, go inside, clean yourself
up, and call me tomorrow." He handed me his business card.
I nodded and said "I will. Thanks for the ride Jim." I turned to get
out of the car but felt Jim grab my arm.
"Hey bitch." I turned toward him and he kissed me, full on the mouth. I
went almost completely limp as I felt his strong arm circling my back as
he pulled me toward him. We made out for a good few minutes as I ran my
hands over his muscular chest and he rubbed my back and ass. He pulled
off, looked at me, then gave me one more kiss, and I turned and jumped
out of the car closing the door. I turned to look at him and he only
winked before driving off.
I practically floated up to the room, my towel wrapped around me and the
backpack and camera in tow. When I got there, Andrew was snoring loudly
in his bed, naked except for a t shirt. I looked at him, sort of pissed
he didn't even care enough to be waiting for me. Then, I thought about
how, despite how low I had sunk last night and despite the fact that it
was almost inevitable that my dad would see the AlabamaKyle website, I
had an amazing time. And I had met Jim. Realizing that without Andrew,
none of this would be possible, I decided to let him sleep. I went into
the bathroom and dropped the towel then took off my bra and panties,
leaving them in a pile outside the shower. I jumped in, rinsing off
completely.
At this point, I had grown to love the view of what seemed like gallons
of cum washing out of my hair skin and pussy when I showered after a long
night of being used. 20 cocks! I didn't even bother going to the
toilet, but simply squatted in the shower and pushed my pussy muscles out
as hard as I could. With a loud farting noise I felt a splatter of cum
shooting out of me, swirling away with the water down the drain. I
cleaned out my pussy with soap and rinsed thoroughly under the hot
water. When I was done, I jumped out, dried off, even sticking a segment
of the towel up my loose pussy to make sure I had gotten all the cum,
then picked up my underwear. I walked back into the room and, to my
delight, Andrew was awake, sitting on the couch, his cock hanging loosely
between his legs, below the t-shirt he was wearing. He scratched his
stomach and yawned, his dick twitching ever so slightly.
"So you're not going to believe what happened to me last night." I was
almost giddy I was so excited to tell him.
But he simply responded "Shut up bitch, get my cock in your mouth." I
looked over and realized he had cued up the video, which started with me
in my bra and panties in Louie's apartment. "Looks like we've got over
nine hours of footage here so we've got a long day ahead of us." I
couldn't have been happier as Andrew watched my night unfold on the
screen. I felt the familiar feeling of a cock pissing into my throat,
and drank faithfully as Andrew watched the TV.
"Good bitch." He patted my head.