Dee: Hi guys, hope you are looking forward to a ‘Dee’ story this month because that’s what you are going to get. I know you are going enjoy this regardless.
After the very busy month spent enjoying the beach I had to take a bit of a break to recover. Once the ‘Triplets’ were ‘evicted’ I was soon back on my feet and looking forward to having some fun!
Monday –
I had a call from a new Cab company saying they wanted me to work with them from time to time. I know right? A cab company? Do I LOOK like a taxi driver?!
Turns out, this was a new company that had a bit of a twist. The clue was really in the name “Cunt Cab”! They’d work with a pornstar who’d ride in the back of an open topped yellow cab and they would pick up fares from prebookings and on the way to their destinations, the fares would fuck the daily pornstar and the Cab operator would film it and release the videos on their website!
This was perfect; fucking complete strangers and being recorded doing so? Plus, there was a strict “No condom” rule as well! How could this get any better? It was the perfect way to start my week.
My Husband laughed when he heard the name of the company “What will they think of next?” He then smirked and looked at me with a mischievous grin “You think they’d do a limo service?” I know that look; he’s thinking of yet another business opportunity, another partnership to add to his empire. I just laughed and shrugged as I signed the e-contract with “CuntCab” and waited for Monday morning to start work.
I was not too happy about having to wake up early In order to start work. I thought I gave up the 9-5 grind and now here I am getting up at 7am?! I nudged my husband to wake him up and he just grunted “eh… Yeh, have a good day honey… I’ll be getting…..” he was asleep again before he finished his sentence.
I was about to grumble over his inconsideration about me having to get up early and he was just sleeping but when I looked over him, expecting to see some sleeping hooker on the other side of the bed, there was nothing but empty sheets. Huh, seemed he had considered me enough to not bring some whore up to bed and wake me up to join in with the fun. I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head “It’s the little things.” I whispered as I kissed his cheek with a smile …”hmm yeh.. grumble.. snore”
I arrived at the cab company address and it was just some thug’s house but there was a rather pretty yellow convertible sat on the driveway. I admired it for a moment when the screen door swung open “Dee?” called a black guy from the doorway, his buddy beside him.
“Yes!” I said turning with a smile to face him. They both looked at each other and grinned “Yeh, this is going to be awesome!” they chuckled as they fist bumped each other.
I entered their crib and we spoke about what we would be doing today. It was pretty straight forward; one guy did the driving, the other did the filming and I did the fucking! Easy!
We had about an hour before our first pick up so there was time for the guys to make an ‘intro video’ of me as I stripped down and got ready to ride. They recorded me getting into the cab and we set off to pick up the first fare!
We weren’t particularly busy that day, only about 5 or 6 fares all day all of whom got to unload their balls into me and give me a nice few orgasms while the camera man filmed it all for their website.
We got quite a bit of attention as we drove through the city, me bouncing naked on some fare’s cock, my large black tits bouncing like balloons as the cab drove past surprised and shocked pedestrians.
“Yo! Imma use this service whenever I need to get into the city!” laughed one fare as he pulled his softening cock out of me.
It was a blast; the owner operators were good fun guys, just wanting to make a few bucks and start a business. I got a cut of the fares. It wasn’t a bad take for a day. Not as much as I would get street walking, sure but I felt happy that, not only did I get to ride a few strangers’ cocks but I was helping a couple of decent guys get their business off the ground.
At the end of the day I offered to work for them more and they were very happy at my offer. “I like you guys and wanna help you get this idea off the ground. Just gimmie a call and I’ll see how my schedule works out.” I said with a smile as I got into my car.
I got to my husband’s gentleman’s club and found him sat in a booth with two blondes in tiny cocktail dressed either side of him and another very busy naked blonde dancing on the pole in front of him. “How’d it go honey?” He said with a wide smile, casually pushing one of the blondes away from his side and scowling at the other while gesturing for her to leave too. They quickly stood up as I approached, walking past them without so much as a sideways glance at either of the nameless eye candies and I slid in beside my husband. He instantly pulled me close and snapped his fingers for the waiter to bring me a drink.
The blonde on the pole carried on dancing but he was no longer paying much attention to her. “Not bad, only had about 5 or 6 fares all day so wasn’t busy work” I laughed. He nodded as he listened to me. “But the guys that run it are decent guys, got a vision and I offered to work more for them. Take home wasn’t great.” I said handing him the stack of cash I had earned that day and he took it, turning it over in his hand before casually tossing it at the stripper’s feet in front of him. The money was never the reason I did that kind of work. It was the thrill of being paid for it that I enjoyed as well as the sexual objectification and my husband just tossing my hard earned cash at some nameless stripper in front of him like it was no big deal made me bite my bottom lip and shiver with degraded delight. My entire day’s work was nothing more than ‘stripper cash’ and disposed of easily.
I nuzzled into my husband’s side and sipped my drink as he talked “Hm sounds like they could do with some investment huh?”
I knew I knew that look!
Tuesday –
Promo Day!
My latest movie; “Married Fuck Pig” had just been released and the owner of the pornstore and brothel we sometimes worked for wanted to promote the release.
We all knew and liked the owner and often popped in to pick up the latest edition of whatever magazine we had appeared in that month or helped him out in the brothel or some promotion or another so of course I was more than happy to do just that.
Besides, promoting my own movie was very self serving so it was hardly a ‘favour’.
Calling my latest release a ‘Movie’ wasn’t really the right term for what it was. More a compilation of scenes all put together in one package but calling it a movie was just easier.
It was shot over multiple months and shoots. I got a huge pay check after the entire contract had been completed so it was a lot of work over a long period of time with no payday until the very end. As I said, I never do this work for money anyway, but being paid to fuck is an objectification kink in its self and THAT is what I enjoy!
Still, the money I did earn at the end of it was more than just mere ‘stripper cash’, that’s for sure and that got quickly invested elsewhere.
The ‘Movie’ was basically trying to have me take as many creampies as possible by as many men as possible, over multiple different scenes and I know what you are thinking; “2,500 men?! 1005 cunt creampies?! How did I manage THAT?!” Like I said, it was NOT filmed all at the same time. I will admit, the scenes we did film were pretty hard work and I worked with a lot of guys I had never met before. Too many to even remember their names but, it wasn’t as if I had to fuck all 2,500 of them in one go! Could you imagine?! Yeh not even I could manage that one!
So it was split up over various scenes over a number of shoots. The running tally of ‘loads’ was carried over from scene to scene as well as a big number in the corner for each guy that got his turn, so that was kinda fun.
I shot scenes of all sorts, from public gangbangs, a bit of BDSM, it was a real mix of kinks and genres.
Anyway, enough about the movie:
The store owner wanted to promote the movie by having me outside of his store.. fucking! I couldn’t help by laugh and roll my eyes; cant these guys ever think of anything new?
“Ok so, fucking who?” I asked with a smirk.
“Well.. anyone!” He replied looking confused at the question, like it wasn’t obvious in the first place.
“You said that like it was obvious…” I laughed.
“Well yeh, the movie shows you fucking complete strangers, 2,500 of them in fact so how else would I have you promote the film?” He grinned.
“To be fair not ALL the guys were strangers, some I had worked with before, so… “ I cockily replied.
“Whatever slut, you take cock, lots of it, who cares who it belongs to?!” He barked in his familiar gruff growl of a voice.
We did like this store owner for a reason and it certainly wasn’t his ‘devilish good looks’.
So there I was, on some grotty old chair, outside the porn store with two large posters of me, promoting my latest movie by letting complete stranger’s drill and nut me! The perfect day really!
My ass, throat and pussy all got thoroughly put to good use and come midday I was sat on the lap of one old pervert as he drove a big white cock into my pussy with some other random guy squeezing his in the same hole! Meanwhile, my stretched out asshole was leaking thick globs of cum from previous punters all over both the thrusting cocks.
I do like a good Double Vaginal! These two had me climaxing like crazy!
I managed to grab a quick break just after that and had to clean myself up. I was surprised at just how many loads I had taken that morning alone and the afternoon was even busier!
Come closing time, I was just gulping down one last load when the store owner wandered out of the door, “All right pricks, get outta here! We’re closing. The slut is done for today!” One guy, dick in hand waiting to take his turn was about to complain when the owner barked louder “I said FUCK OFF! Bitch’s holes close when the store does, NOW GET GOIN’!”
I laughed as the guys grumbled and tucked their dicks away “That’s a fine way to speak to your customers, leaving them blue balled.”
“They aint my customers till they spend money in my fucking shop! ‘Til then they were just eager punters dumping loads into a free cum dump, no profit yet. Besides, I blue ball them now, they’ll only wander ‘round the back and head up to the brothel anyway, so no loss. That nut will find its way into a whore I run one way or another. ”
We both grabbed a sign and I was about to grab the chair when he scowled and shook his head “Fuck that! Leave that thing on the sidewalk, don’t need your pugwash stinking up my store!” I looked down at the chair and to be honest, I don’t say I blame him; it was just covered in dripping globs of random cum that had leaked out of me during the day “It’s bad enough letting you wander in here, dripping all over my floor like a cracked sample jar. Fuck! I should really get a hose installed outside!”
The fat old prick of a store owner really knew how to talk to us, that’s for sure.
Later, as I was on my knees in the closed store, his huge white cock pumping his own load down my throat, he counted out my fee “Fuck bitch, you should be paying ME!” he laughed and I looked up at him with curiosity in my green eyes, my glossy black lips leaking cum out from around his cock.
“I sold every one of your latest wank movies. Every last one! Shit!” He chuckled and tossed the rolled up bundle of cash down at me as he pulled his dick from my mouth. “Every last one?” I asked, picking up the cash and wiping away the dribbled cum with the back of my hand before pulling myself to my feet.
“Yeh!” He said, with his back to me as he put the remainder of the cash back in the till, “Gotta order another batch tonight. Gotta admit it, your holes are EXTREMELY profitable!”
I cleaned myself up as best as I could in his grotty bathroom and left the store.
“See ya soon sweetie!” The store owner smiled at me as I left. “I hope so!” I smiled back.
Little did I know, that wasn’t the end of my day, not yet!…
Wednesday—
I was walking back to my car around the side of the porn store. It was just down a side alley and a little protected from the main street. It was only around 6pm so the sunlight was still pouring through between the buildings.
I was about to enter the side alley when a black van screeched up beside me. I turned to see what was going on when the side door slid open. Three men in balaclavas jumped out of the van and threw a black sack over my head!
I was then bundled into the back of the van, the door slid shut and the van raced off. Inside the van, my clothing was torn from me and I heard one of the guys say “Im gonna fuck ‘er now!” and a reply “Go on then! Just let us get to her before we get to the warehouse!”
I was thrown onto my front and I felt my ass being lifted up, shortly after that, sure enough, I felt the fat crown of some strangers cock push into me!
Now, before you all start panicking. I really should give you a little more context:
I found an app or rather, I was told about it and I thought I’d check it out. It was called “Kidnap Me!” and it provided its subscribers with the full authentic kidnapping experience.
I signed up for the ‘unrestricted sexual account’ because of course I did!
Once I downloaded the app and signed up I provided a few details, some pictures of me and clicked a few options. The essence was; that at some point I would be kidnapped and bundled away in the back of a van to some undisclosed location and that’s when the fun began!
I filled out the app one evening as my husband and I chilled out by our penthouse pool;
“So, like, these guys sign up, organise a crew and kidnap you?” My husband asked, peering over the side of my phone as I filled it out.
“Apparently so, but I can click an option to allow others to join the crew after the fact.” I said, tapping through options.
“After the actual kidnapping?” he asked, peering at my phone screen
“mhmm and then they get directions to the location I’m being held and join the gangbang.” I laughed.
My husband pointed at an option “allow video and image uploads?” he laughed.
“Yeh!” I replied “They can upload videos of the event to their public website so anyone can see what happened.”
“Fucking hell!” he laughed leaning back on his chair to sip his whiskey. He reached to one side and idly grabbed a fist full of red hair of one of his club sluts knelt beside his lounger. “So when do you get ‘napped?” he asked as he forced the slut’s mouth down on his hardened cock, causing a guck to emerge from her throat. “No idea.” I replied, paying no attention to the chocking slut leant over his lounger, “But I do get to choose ‘bad’ times it seems.”
My husband sipped his whiskey in thought as he continued to hold onto the girl’s hair and use her throat as a fleshlight, “I guess, if you don’t come home one night, I’ll know why!”
“Well, I have selected the option to send you a message when I am kidnapped so you know what is happening, Oh and I can also have them send you ‘ransom requests’” I laughed.
He looked over at me mid sip, lowering his glass and momentarily pausing the forced thrusting of the random slut on his cock. “What? They gonna send me one of your fingers or something?!”
“No you idiot” I laughed, playfully slapping his arm as I smiled “they’ll send pics of me as they fuck me or bind me or whatever, you want me to click that option?”
“Of course!” He laughed, lifting the glass to his lips and continuing the use the throat of the ‘living sex doll’.
We spoke a bit more about some of the options and had a laugh at some of them before he forced the slut’s head down into his groin and grunted. I glanced across to watch her struggle to swallow his load before he yanked her lips from his dick and almost ‘threw’ her head back to the side. I looked up at him with a smile “New girl?”, “New girl, although kinda so-so honestly. Cute body but…” he sighed and handed her is now empty glass. She got up and hurriedly rushed to the poolside bar, “.. is quick on serving drinks” he said nonchalantly. “You all signed up now?”
“Stick her behind the bar then till she gets a little more experienced. Yeh ready to hit accept, you think I should?”
He leant back in his lounger and the red head hurried back to hand him his drink. He didnt acknowledge her as she handed it to him and she knelt down beside the lounger again. “Of course, sounds like your kind of fun!”
That was a few weeks ago. I kept checking in on my status on the app for a while, it said I was approved but my status was always “free”. I asked my husband to sign up too so he could see if there were any active plans on my kidnapping and he merely laughed and said “Where’s the fun in knowing its coming?!”
Eventually I forgot I had even signed up. I was busy with movies, working in the club, whoring, it just slipped my mind. Until Tuesday night!
It took me a moment to realise that my current situation was because of this app. It had been tracking me the whole time and whoever had decided to pick me, had been tracking, tracing, working out a plan for a while now and honestly, knowing that my kidnapping was being planned and I had no idea, really turned me on!
We drove for about 30 mins on main roads, I was somewhat thankful of the mattress in the back of the van because, as the three men took turns on fucking me, at least I wasn’t thrown onto a cold steel floor. Eventually I felt the van turn and the road surface changed, far rougher and I heard the driver shout back “C’mon guys we’re almost there, get her ready!”
I then felt thick, steel shackles being locked onto my wrists and ankles and a huge heavy one around my neck. Then a couple more, larger ones locked onto my thighs and two on my upper arms. They were all locked onto me and tightened.
The bag was then pulled from my head before the van stopped but before my eyes could adjust, a black blindfold was tied around my eyes. You have no idea how excited I was. My pussy was twitching, even after the entire day of fucking I had just had. What an experience this was turning out to be.
I felt a firm strong hand grip the back of my new heavy collar and yank me to my feet and out of the van “Up ya get, cum bucket!” barked a stranger as I choked against the solid steel collar.
They marched me somewhere, I couldn’t see where I was being led but my heart was beating a million times a second, this was so exciting.
I felt some heavy chains being connected to some of the cuffs and spreading my arms and legs, then felt one being connected to my cunt ring and I yelped as it was tugged tightly. That yelp allowed someone the opportunity to push a ring gag into my mouth and tighten the strap around the back of my head roughly.
A moment later my blindfold was removed and my eyes adjusted quickly in the gloom of the building I now found myself in. The men all wore masks, about 15 of them circled me and one with his cell phone pointed towards me. I heard the familiar ‘click’ of a picture being taken “That’ll do for the profile, I’ll set the status and let’s get going!” There was a cheer and my blind fold was re tightened around my eyes.
For the remainder of that night, I was dragged onto another soft mattress and the guys worked a train on me. I had no idea who these men were but every time a fresh cock rammed it’s self in either one of my dripping holes, I practically climaxed almost instantly.
I lost all track of time; all I knew was cock after cock, load after load being pumped into me, thrown from one position to the next. My orgasms seemed to be coming almost one after the other.
Occasionally I managed to make out voices over the grunts, degrading comments, cheers and leers. “Gonna full this slut up!”, before the familiar feeling of an explosion of semen inside my pussy. “Me too!” before a jet of spunk hosed down my gullet.
After a few hours the fuckings slowly subsided and I was leashed to somewhere on the wall.
The men left and the room was quiet. I heard them laughing and cheering in the corridor as one last man shouted behind “See ya tomorrow slut!” and the footsteps and laughter quietened as they moved down the echoing corridor.
Just then, I heard some lighter steps coming into the room and they stopped in front of me. A moment later, I heard something metallic lightly land on the floor. Before a soft well spoken voice piped up, “Hi, I’m Simon your ‘Kidnap me’ representative. You’re well-being during your time here is my concern. It seems you have the extreme package and it is my job to make sure you are happy with the services so far.” He sounded very comforting and professional.
“It is the end of the first day and I wanted to be sure you were still comfortable with the service, you can of course back out at any time.” This was.. unusual, I thought, in the middle of a kidnapping, the kidnappers making sure I was ok. Still can you imagine? Some poor girl thinking this would be fun only to experience it and realise it really wasn’t for her. So I guess it was a good thing.
I wasn’t gagged anymore; it seemed that was merely for my profile picture so I said in reply “Hell yeh! Fuck me this was amazing!”
There was a chuckle from Simon before he continued “Good. It’s just no safe word was supplied with your account, so I am to make sure you are enjoying yourself and it seems like you are.”
I just grinned and nodded.
“Wonderful, I have bought you some food and water. You can eat and rest before the boys start with you again tomorrow. Rest well Dee, you are going to need it!”
I heard him leave the room and the heavy scraping of a steel door on concrete before the slamming of steel into a doorframe.
I fondled around for the plate and bottle. They provided me with a rather tasty sandwich and fries along with a couple of bottles of water, which I really needed. Anyway, I won’t break the immersion too much and just say, I got a few hours rest before the door was swung open again and I heard “Here she is. This one is quite enthusiastic, have fun with her boys!”
It turned out that my status had been changed to ‘Captured’ and groups of men were signing up, being vetted and then provided with the location so they could come and have their fun with me too! I literally have no idea how many guys fucked me during my time. I was blindfolded during the entire sessions and boy did I get loaded up!
All day Wednesday I was nothing more than a captured cum dump for multiple groups of ‘kidnappers’ and by the end of the day my body was twitching and my skin felt almost like it was statically charged because of the amount of orgasms I was having. Again and again and again I came. Every time the men cheered and responded with whoops about how much I was enjoying this and they were right! I was!
Thursday morning came almost too soon but to be honest, I was pretty exhausted as they bundled me into the back of the van once more and drove for another 30 mins or so. They stopped, the doors slid open loudly and I was unceremoniously rolled out onto soft, wet grass.
The door slid shut and the van roared off. Where the hell was I? The cool breeze was giving my skin goose bumps when I heard footsteps settle beside me. Then a familiar voice “How was the holiday camp?” my husband chuckled as he reached down to lift the blindfold. I looked up and saw him grinning down at me.
“Ah, you know; entertainment was fun but food could have been better!” I laughed.
It was still pretty early and he unchained me and helped me into the limo. “Oh I’m glad they dropped me off early, I have that thing for you tonight don’t I?” I asked in the limo as I guzzled down a bottle of water. “You still wanna do that?!” My husband asked as the driver pulled into our driveway. “I promised didn’t I?”
I went to bed and slept almost immediately and awoke early afternoon. I found my husband in his office running through some emails. I snuggled up on his lap and I told him everything that happened to me the days before.
He laughed and clicked on a tab of his web browser. Popping up was a page from “Kidnap me’s” website and it was full of videos and images of me being fucked and thrown around. “You don’t have to tell me” he laughed.
Turns out, he got notified about 30 mins before the kidnapping was due to take place and he, as my ‘guardian’ had final say; if it was inconvenient or whatever, he could pull the plug on the event. He got regular updates, which were the ‘ransom’ messages, as the company called them.
He also had full access to my location and even had an open invite to watch or join in if he desired. He didn’t take them up on the offer and laughed when he mentioned it “I didn’t think you needed babysitting!”
After he was done sending his emails we spent the rest of the afternoon, relaxing with each other by the pool. No random sluts, no working, just the two of us, snuggled up on the large double lounger relaxing. The evening was approaching and I had promised to do some work for him and I don’t like to go back on my promises. But for now, it was nice to just spend the afternoon getting some well earned ‘after care’.
Thursday –
I felt fully rested come evening and it was time to go back to work.
I was still buzzing from the days before but I had to get my mind straight, get my head in the game. So I took another shower, finally I think I got the stink of the old warehouse out of my hair, got dressed and made up and said good bye to my husband and slipped into the limo.
I didn’t have to go far, just to one of the hotel casinos in the more expensive part of town. I got out of the limo and my gold heels tapped across the expensive white tiles of the casino lobby. I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse.
The doors slid open and I made my way to the penthouse door before ringing the bell.
The door was opened by a porter with a blank expression on his face. I tipped him a $50 and I swear I saw a small crack of a smile appear before I strode past. I made my way to the pool area of the penthouse where five old, fat, rich, assholes were necking expensive whiskey, smoking rare cigars and enjoying cheap American beer!
“Good evening Gentleman, my Husband send his regards!”
The men turned to see me, flanked by the robot faced porter “Your husband?!” one of them barked “I thought he was sending us over a whore!!!”
“Oh he did!” I smirked and slowly opened my light knee length jacket to reveal a very small golden bikini squeezed tightly around my glistening dark skin, “He did!”
The porter rolled his eyes and retreated into the shadows.
“Ha fuck I’ll have to get the help to go grab me some condoms, I don’t have any on me.” One guy said angrily.
I laughed and shook my head “You won’t need those; I only work raw!”
The men were still a little shocked that my husband had sent his wife to hook for them and they were a little more than dubious about the situation.
You see, these rich bastards were another bunch of business associates of my husband and although they made plenty of money for each other and while they would never openly admit it; they were all pretty scared of my husband. Let’s put it this way; there were 8 business partners but three crossed him and the remaining 5 were witness to exactly what happens when you cross my husband!
Air travel isn’t as safe as some people think; 3 business men, a pilot and co-pilot, 2 air hostesses and 2 working girls were lost that night over the mountains in a tragic, tragic accident. But I am sure that was just a sad coincidence!
So here they now were in a hotel penthouse with his wife claiming to be their ‘entertainment’ for the evening. They were more than dubious!
Just then the porter emerged with a telephone in his hand “Call for you sirs!” and he placed the phone on the table in front of them.
“Evening fellas!” came my husband’s voice “business has been good. After the tragic accident that lead to the loss of three of our associates…” I couldn’t help by notice a weird, sarcastic emphasis on the word ‘accident’ and I wasn’t the only one as the men looked at each other with concern but my husband continued “it seems profits have been much higher and I have you to thank for that. Tomorrow we’ll meet to discuss our future plans but tonight, you deserve a night of fun as a reward for your hard work. I promised I would send over a whore for your entertainment and I could think of none more suiting a reward than my own wife! Dee is the best I have to offer you and I trust you will enjoy the services she provides. Have fun fellas and I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”
The phone clicked off and the men looked at each other as I stood there, hand on my hip and a wide grin on my plump black lips. “Hmm so a fun night is it? I think I can manage that.”
The men were still a bit wary and rightly so, but they soon realised that not even my husband was crazy enough to do something that would endanger his own wife, so once I started dancing on the coffee table, stripping off my tiny gold bikini, their worries soon left their minds and they enjoyed the night.
Funny thing was, the guys still didn’t want to upset their business partner so they made sure to tip well! Each one seemingly trying to outdo the other so maybe I would report back which one was the most generous. Truth was, neither my husband or I cared about how much they tipped me but being thrown cash to dance strip and fuck these assholes was nothing more than a turn on for me.
That night was a genuine reward for their hard work but, as he explained later when I mentioned the men’s trepidation upon my return, it pays to keep these maggots on their toes!
And yes, he has less respect for these pieces of rich shit than he has for working girls and whores. In fact he looks after his girls very well, if they work hard but these guys are just fat piggy banks for him. When their bank accounts and stock shares have run dry, or they stop being useful he says he “does society a favour” and disposes of them.
I knew by the end of the month, these parasites would have gone missing, never to be found again but for tonight, I was their entertainment and they had no idea what lay in store for them by month’s end. Fuck these pricks! In more ways than one!
Oh on a side note. On each and every one of these assholes’ demise, there was a huge random donation in each of their names to children’s hospitals, educational programs and inner city youth programs, so you know, the universe works out right somehow. *smirks*
Meanwhile the drink flowed, the cash was tossed and my bikini was quickly thrown from the balcony and I was soon on all fours with one of these asshole’s fat dicks inside of me as I shouted “Fuck me harder, you fat fuck!” They seemed to rather enjoy my insults as it drove them on as intended to really put me to good use.
I made sure all five of these sad excuses for men were left extremely satisfied and well drained. It was the early hours of the morning before I picked up my light jacket and left the five sacks of crap snoring on the pool sofa. I gave a look back at them as the porter opened the door for me “I don’t know how you do it..” He said quietly.
“Do what?” I asked as he pulled the door closed behind us both.
“Fuck those assholes and seem to enjoy it. I mean….”
I just laughed “I don’t have to like or even respect anyone to fuck them! Secondly, I love being fucked like that! And thirdly..” I smirked as I looked over my shoulder through the crack in the door at the sleeping mass of wasted skin before looking the porter dead in his shocked eyes “.. I have a feeling these pricks will somehow escape the otherwise inevitable heart disease!” I gave him a wink and strode towards the elevator.
By the time I turned to press the buttons and give the porter a wave good bye, he had understood what I had said and was just grinning with satisfaction at me.
He gave me a slight nod as the doors started to slide shut and I tossed him one of the fat stacks of bills at him to catch just as the steel doors closed.
I got home and my husband was in the lounge, in the dark, smoking a cigar and slowly sipping a glass of whiskey. I opened the door and he was suddenly bathed in light. “Those pigs have fun?” He asked casually.
I laughed as I pulled off my jacket and hung it in the closet “Was there ever any doubt?”
He noticed I was no longer wearing my gold bikini but didn’t mention it.
“Good! They are becoming way too much of a liability now, too big for their boots.” He muttered into his whiskey as he swirled the glass in his hand.
“I’m going for a shower, then are you coming to bed?” I asked.
“No, I have some things to work out….”
I knew what that meant. My husband was planning another round of ‘cutting the fat’, those guys really didn’t have long left. I merely smiled, gave him a slight nod and headed in to the shower. This kind of thing weighed heavy on him and he certainly didn’t need my input or distraction.
However, as I washed myself in the shower, a trickle of cum rolled down my inner thigh and I smiled to myself. It was a real shame, those guys knew how to fuck me, it really was a fun night. Oh well. Onwards and upwards!
Friday –
Last day of the working week and the weekend is around the corner. I know there was a story series about how my husband opened a new club / brothel and I was to be the ‘headline whore’ and I know that story has kind of dropped off. Other projects have taken up our time but needless to say “Kreamed Kitties” Opened and has been a success!
I worked Friday and Saturday nights, headlining the stage, offering private and public dances, and selling myself to any man that walked through those doors looking for a good time. My career in the porn industry brought in fans, my work in the streets brought in regulars and those just looking for fun with beautiful women, soon become one or both!
After the week I had, it would be nice to work the brothel.
My husband would mingle with the high spending VIPs, working the office, doing ‘interviews’ for fresh pussy. It was work for him but he certainly knew how to let go and have a good time himself. He’d make sure to be at the bar when it was my turn to perform my routine, or live sex shows on stage. He’d watch proudly as his wife took cock again and again, took load after load. Even if he had another one of his whores’ lips wrapped around his cock, his eyes were always on me!
I had my introduction to the main stage where I danced for a few songs, spun around a pole, peeled off my cocktail dress and lingerie. I then introduced two of the club ‘studs’ and we performed our live sex show!
A couple of muscular guys, pornstars by trade, well versed in the ways of putting on sexual performances. These guys were fun and all; they knew hold to hold me to show me off to the audience, they knew how to position themselves to give the audience a perfect view of my stuffed cunt and they loaded me up with more than adequate amounts of cum. Trouble is, as fun as they are, I always prefer the common cock, the men not in the industry, complete strangers! They are so enthusiastic and can easily get carried away with the pleasure I give them.
So after my introduction I made the rounds of the club. Mostly the men enjoyed a lap dance, a grope, a fingering, the occasional blow job and throat fucking but it isn’t until later when the patrons get a little more enthusiastic.
I was working a small table stage at the side of the main room, spinning around a pole while a couple of men threw some dollar bills at my feet. One of those men, a fan, Stiyn sat in his leather chair chatting to me as I danced. Stiyn was a good guy, we’d become friends as we’d met at our beach, various events and such. I think it was somewhat of a flex for him to be friends with porn stars and whores. Who cares? I liked him, he was fun to hang out with and he certainly liked to watch me get nailed!
Tonight was not much different; he sat there watching my black ass spin around that steel pole when some arrogant suited asshole wandered up and threw a stack of bills onto the small stage. “That should be enough to get up into that slut’s guts!” He laughed and clambered up onto the stage. The guy on the other couch clapped and cheered “Oh here we go! Now the show about to start!” Stiyn just looked up and smirked. He’d seen it before but he knew what was coming and always seemed to enjoy it.
The arrogant stranger hopped up behind me and grabbed my hip. He leant over my shoulder and growled in my ear “I’m gonna enjoy that tight looking cunt of yours!” I merely turned to give him a sideways look, “Well, don’t just talk about it, let’s put on that show!”
He grunted a laugh and reached down to unzip his fly. He smelt thick of alcohol but he sure was hard enough for what he intended. Reaching under my thighs, he literally lifted me off my heels and dropped me down on that thick, long white cock.
I let out a yelp and a squeal as he impaled me, stretching my pussy lips wide around his veiny shaft. He then let go of one of my thighs and I dropped down his length even further. I was about to look down and watch as he drove his cock into me but his arm suddenly wrapped around my neck and squeezed my throat. My head was pushed back against his shoulder and he started to thrust!
He bounced me up and down on that stage, fucking me for all to see, just as was the intention when we first opened the club!
Stiyn and the other gentleman seemed to enjoy the show and the dollar bills pilled up at our feet.
It is always a fun night at the club and I think I made a new fan
Saturday –
Another night working at “Kreamed Kitties”: Fridays nights is always fun but Saturdays is always the busiest night. The club is usually packed on a Saturday night, so much so the door staff have to stop patrons from coming in until others leave. That’s how we like it!
The girls working for money, those that need to work to put a roof over their heads always love Saturday nights because the tips are usually much higher than any other night and if at least one girl doesn’t get knocked up by the end of the night, it’s usually a miracle!
That is the idea of “Kreamed Kitties” after all; no condoms, no protection, knock us up! The club is also associated with multiple breeding programs, thanks to my husband’s business acumen. This means the girls get a huge payout if they carry to term. Not to mention the offers of pregnancy porn. Needless to say, this is an attractive offer for both the working girls and the patrons!
The night kicks off pretty quickly. Unlike Friday nights where the patrons take a little time to get enthusiastic about fucking us, Saturdays they are ready to go almost as soon as they walk through the doors.
I had just finished my introduction dance routine and a newly choreographed sex show with one of the house studs. I had gone back stage and got myself redressed and headed out onto the floor. On Saturday’s the area I worked was the Open VIP areas. These were raised areas along the side of the main floor and bar area that were either pre-booked or booked on the night but there was a premium for groups to be seated in the open VIP areas.
Private VIP rooms were always pre-booked and I was scheduled to entertain a few groups in the private VIP rooms later that evening but for now, the open VIP areas were where I started the evening.
I approached one corner of the raised VIP area and there was a group of about 8 men eyeing me as I sauntered up to them. The performance area, a leather ottoman with no pole, was free and empty of a whore.
“You gentlemen need some company?” I asked with a soft purr, allowing them to get an eyeful of me.
“That’s her!” Said one man to the others “That’s the porn star I told you about.” Their eyes snapped to me and they grinned. Another man gestured towards the leather ottoman and grinned “Sure thing!”
I flashed a smile and slid on to the ottoman in front of them. It didn’t take them long to reach into their pockets and start pulling out bills. We were off!
I was soon out of my dress and bent over in front of the group. The men took turns to reach out and grope and squeeze my ass. They pawed at my presented pussy and some even slid a couple of fingers into me. I turned to smirk over my shoulder as they ‘inspected’ me “So who’s fucking me first?” I winked.
One rough looking guy stood up and tossed a few bills at me “That asshole looks too damn good to pass up!” He grinned. I smiled back and flicked my brows “Well, get up here and stuff that cock up my ass then!” I said as I moved over, giving him room to join me on the ottoman.
He laid down on the leather and unzipped his fly, pulling out a huge fat white cock and I straddled the stranger, slowly positioning myself so my ass hung over the tip of his twitching cock. His party members cheered and encouraged us both and I slowly started to slide my asshole down over that huge cock.
It didn’t take long before another guy piped up as they watched their friend’s cock vanish into my ass and he chuckled “Sees a shame to leave that cunt empty!” He got up and casually threw a few bills onto the leather ottoman. I flashed him a seductive smirk and gestured with an outstretched finger for him to come closer.
He quickly unzipped his fly and nudged the crown of his cock under my large cunt ring and pushed between my plump folds. I spread my legs wide, giving his group and the club a perfect view as I got double penetrated.
I took a load up the ass and in the pussy from these guys but that wasn’t the end for this group of guys. They enjoyed me for quite some time until it was my scheduled time to work the Private VIPS.
I much prefer to work the club floor, more eyes on me and much more potential sex to indulge in. However, being the ‘headline whore’ and having a career in the industry, guys pay a premium to have me all to themselves. They love to have a pornstar to play. It also helps builds the reputation of the club but I will say I never really volunteer to work the Private rooms, only when I’m personally requested.
The guys on the club floor, at the bar or directly sat in front of the stage are always way more fun. The cash may be better in the VIP rooms but you all know, I don’t do this to earn a living. I do this because I love getting fucked!
Sunday –
Bit of a rest day for me. Sundays are usually my chill out day where I can recover from a week of constant cock. I usually spend the day lazing by the pool with my husband. It’s the day he gets me all to himself. I may be resting up from random strangers’ cocks but my holes get no such rest from my husband’s! And I certainly do not complain!
However, this particular Sunday we had other things to take care of first. I’m not sure when or who managed it, but I was now pregnant again. It was very early stages but nether-the-less, the results came back positive.
After I got my confirmation scan and my status updated across my lower abdomen, my husband decided he wanted to take me shopping.
Goodie!
He had been very proud of the hard work I had been putting in this last week and especially now I was carrying some random foetus in my belly, he wanted to reward me with a day of shopping and then lazing about by the pool.
I am certainly not going to turn down an afternoon of exercising his credit card and then an evening of exercising his cock! Never in a million years!
“Bring that pack horse of yours along too, she can carry my bags!” I shouted from the bedroom as I got ready.
“Pack horse?!” He yelled back from the living room. “What are you talking about?”
“That new slut you knocked up. She’s carrying your bastard, may as well get her to carry my bags too!” came back my mocking tone from the bedroom.
“How many bags do you intend to buy?” He laughed.
“Enough to need a pack horse!” I shouted back.
I walked out of the bedroom a little later wearing a small, tight, gold tube top that squeezed my tits tightly with the word “WHORE” written in big bold letters, gold heels and tight, low rider jeans with the fly wide open, exposing my pierced pussy. My husband stood there with a grin on his face and a heavy golden leash chain in one hand, the other end connected to the collar of a ring-gagged, petite, heavily pregnant, dark skinned girl with her black and purple highlighted hair in pig tails, wearing expensive purple high platform heels.
“God damn!” He commented as I strolled out. He did like to show off his confidently proud and unashamed whore of a wife in public.
He took a moment to admire me and I stood there, hands on my hips as I proudly showed off for him. “Ready?”
We headed to the mall to do my shopping. I made sure his credit card got a hell of a work out as we proudly strode through the mall, hand in hand. Many people stopping and turning to stare at me mouth open wide as I wandered past without a care in the world.
The eyes were then quickly drawn to the little pregnant slut, naked as a jay bird, leashed to my husband’s leash holder, carrying all my shopping bags.
She was my husband’s latest breeding slut. I don’t know her name, and don’t really care either but as I understand it, he was just breaking her in for the breeding program. Whatever. I’m not jealous or anything but she’s just another slut that my husband was asked to break in. But she made a good pack horse, that’s for sure. Besides, she gave somewhere for my husband to nut into when I was taking too long in the changing rooms.
That way I could spend longer out shopping without him getting too eager to return home. More pretty outfits and shoes for me! Win win!
Anyway, enough about her, she’ll be handed off to the program soon enough and another slut will take her place so don’t go worrying about her too much now. Honestly we both soon forget she was even there until I needed someplace to put another bag.
I did so enjoy that Sunday afternoon’s shopping trip, not least with all the surprised and shocked eyes on me and again, my husband just gets a kick from showing off his whore of a wife this way. Perfect day!
We got home and I put on one of my new bikinis to laze by the pool for the evening. Although, it didn’t stay on me for long, they never do!
Ok so you still want more? Sheesh! Fine!
With all the hard work you saw last week I still managed to find time to make it down to the free use beach; If only for a few hours.
It doesn’t take too long though before I’m put to good use.
I was making my way over to the bar, it seemed there were a couple of guys enjoying a few drinks and I thought I would go say hello and introduce myself. Except, no sooner had I made eye contact with one of them I felt a very strong and large black and white stripped hand grab my hip!
The other quickly yanked off my golden bikini bottom in the blink of an eye and I was pulled back against a seemingly very muscular frame. One hand around my narrow waist, the other now reached up and firmly grabbed my breast, mashing it between those strong digits.
I was still a little shocked as I felt a massive equine cock slide between my parted thighs and as I was firmly pulled back, by pussy folds were squashed firmly against the top if this tree trunk sized dick!
I reached back to steady myself, grabbing a muscular stripped arm and looked down to see the huge horse cock extending from between my thighs, twitching slightly as it hung out in front of me.
It was covered in thick, dripping cum that pooled in the sand and that was when I heard its owner’s gruff voice from behind me. His heavy breath on the side of my neck he growled “Think I broke that blonde slut, Let’s see how much of my cock YOU can take!!”
I glanced over real quick to the shore line and on the beach towels was poor Wendy, head down, ass up, legs bent and wobbly, her tongue hanging out and eyes rolled back, cum covering her ass, back and top of her head while it dripped from between her thighs, dribbled down her face and onto the towel below her. A thick line of spunk extended beyond her in the sand and I got the impression this Zebra had shot a massive load clear across the twitching slut. Her belly was swollen and it seems to slosh around as she twitched.
She was well and truly cock addled and cum filled but the expression on her face was one of pure pleasure.
Again I glanced down at the huge horse cock slowly beginning to rise between my thighs and felt the zebra’s grip on both my tit and waist grow stronger.
I had only been on the beach for a few moments and already I was about to become a living flesh light for the hyper sexed Zebra!
Like I said before; we do so LOVE this beach!
That Zebra was Noble and he had become another regular to the beach, so I am sure we’ll be forced onto that huge horse cock of his many more times. Thanks Noble for appearing here in this bonus image.
I hope you guys enjoyed my latest story set and we would all like to thank you for your continued support. As always it means so much to us all. Keep those cocks cumming and we’ll see you soon!
*kisses* Dee!
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