Modern Relations (part 07): Alexandra Is a whore


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Alex cleaned up in the shower and slid into bed next to Kevin, snuggling up against his warmth. She murmured her pleasure. Kevin was having none of it, he demanded a story. Alex retrieved her laptop and opened a folder called freshman_pics, and started a slide show.

“Ok. Here, now you can drive,” she said, handing the laptop to Kevin. “These are from my Freshman year, obviously.”

“Wow, is that Wendy! She’s so young,” Kevin exclaimed. His fascination and focus on her beautiful friend amused Alex. He clearly appreciated her best friend’s looks.

“And she’s a year my senior,” Alex said. 

“Well, Asians look really young for their age…” he quipped.

“Bigot,” she punched his arm lightheartedly. Wendy’s father was a Japanese diplomat type who married into British gentry.

“You’re cute in glasses,” Kevin said softly. Seventeen year old Alex smiled back at them in the next slide. Alex examined her bespeckled teenage self, her skin was so smooth and new.

“Obviously this is before LASIK,” she said.

“Who’s the Barbie?” Kevin asked when the slide changed to a blue eyed blonde, 

“That would be Fawn, my roommate.” Fawn looked like a playmate with her cloths on.

“Your room must have been a shrine for the male population.”

“Oh, yeah? Because Fawn looks like a bimbo?” Alex asked with mock anger.

“Easy now…” Kevin laughed. He put a hand on his chest and added innocently, “I compliment. What I mean is, she’s the Playboy Bunny type and you’re the sexy librarian type with legs up to here and an ass that won’t quit. That covers 90% of straight male fantasies.”

“We always did get a fair bit of play but nothing Mecca-like. Fawn got most of the attention. Being more outgoing and…” Alex waved her hand at Fawn’s sexy image, “…all that.”

“No shit? I would not expect a sexbomb named Fawn to be outgoing,” he deadpanned. Flipping through several more photos Kevin stopped at one of the three of them in costume and whistled. “Well, that is 100% of the male fetishes covered, and about 20% of the female… Comicon?”

“Freshman Halloween,” Alex said, nodding sagely, “good times. Wendy made all the costumes, she’s really into that stuff. I helped some.” Alex shook her head, “It was weeks of work. Fawn was… Princess Sailor Moon, I think? I never can remember what Wendy or I were supposed to be.”

“Wendy is Rei Ayanami in battle gear and you are Major Kusanagi,” Kevin rattled off absent mindedly.

“None of that made any sense to me,” said Alex.

“It would if you were into that stuff, like I am,” said Kevin.

“Why didn’t I know that?” she asked. 

Kevin shrugged noncommittally.

“Maybe you should marry Wendy instead,” she mused, “you seem to have a lot in common.”

“No way, you’re way hotter,” he joked. “Speaking of hot, did you have as much fun as the last Halloween?”

“The night was eventful,” Alex laughed, looking slyly at Kevin. 

“Do tell!” he smiled. Kevin’s cute eagerness deserved some reward.

“I thought you wanted to know about other things,” she said coyly.

“Can’t you do both?”

Alex smiled playfully and stretched. Her pussy clenched thinking about college.

“Ok, I’ll start with that Halloween, it’s good background for what it so come.

Alex and Wendy
What you need to know is Fawn and I were roommates. Wendy lived in the room next door with Abigail, who was an insufferably, religious bitch. She got so much under our skins, that Wendy finally came out to her and us, as being bi. Wendy spent a lot of time in our room, so naturally we became friends.

Our dating habits were as different as they get. 

Wendy would date a girl for a week or two, then break up and binge on men. She’d do the same thing again a month later. It’s the same pattern now, but the relationships last longer.

Fawn had no discretion at all. She brought men home in a steady stream for the first few weeks of school, I rarely saw the same one twice. Her stream of men slowed after she got a job working late nights.

I took a page out of Mom’s book and groomed a harem of men.

So, Halloween… a gazillion people packed into this big off campus party in some sort of warehouse. I had girlfriends to keep me company this time. We lost Fawn immediately, but Wendy and I stayed together the whole evening.

We danced for hours, drank liberally and ended up at a wild party at a professor’s apartment. By two in the morning only ten of us remained, so we decided to play strip would you rather.

Wendy was between girlfriends and we’d gotten close on the dance floor, so a tension had been building between us all through the night and we both felt it. We flirted around it until she told me to lick her pussy for a minute instead of taking something off.

I spent a good five minutes tonguing Wendy to heaven. The other players concluded I’d gone down on a girl before. Wendy, knew for sure when I brought her to a rousing orgasm. Once I’d gotten her off I crawled up and planted a wet kiss on her. I bit her ear and sucked on her neck.

After that, thinks got truly out of hand. I got stiped out of my costume soon enough. Wendy and I both fucked a couple of guys each. On the way home, Wendy confessed she wanted to pursue me, but I refused because I would lose a friend. We agreed to be friends but that didn’t stop us from making out in her room.

Alex and Kevin
“Wait, you never told me about you and Wendy,” Kevin interrupted. “Should I be worried?” 

“No,” she said. “Wendy’s been trying to date me for a decade, I’m not starting now. We are BFFs, so it’s complicated, I guess.”

“Have you told her about all this?” he asked.

“No. God no. You’re the only one who knows everything.”

“Not everything,” he said.

“You will in a minute,” she said. “I’m not sure if I should tell you. It’s got some dirty stuff in it.”

“Dirtier than Halloween?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m worried you’ll hate me.”

“I promise not to…”

“No promises. I need to know you’re into it,” she said. Lifting her legs and spreading them, she pointed at her pussy, “I need you in here the whole time I tell my tale. If you go soft, I’ll stop.”

Kevin obliged, moving to stand between her legs. Hard already, he rubbed the head against her pussy, lubricating it, then slipping in.

“Are you sure you want to know about this?”

His cock twitched inside her, getting even harder, if such a thing were possible.

“Ok, it starts, believe it or not, with Fawn’s Halloween adventures,” she said.

Alex, the Accidental Whore

The next day, Wendy heard a bunch guys at the frat gang fucked ‘some blonde girl’. Of course we thought it was Fawn, but she denied it. Almost. She claimed they only tit-fucked her. I wasn’t sure what the difference was, but I could tell she felt judged. So I told them about doing the Musketeers and the gloryhole. Fawn and Wendy were shocked, but I could tell it hot them hot., but Fawn still didn’t open up about her night even after I asked a bunch of questions.

Fawn lay off the men for a while after that. She got real serious about her classes and work. She claimed to have a steady boyfriend. I never saw him, but I did see the occasional love bite or bruise on my her and she acquired a lot of lingerie. She was fucking someone. 

Her job kept her out really late on Friday and Saturdays. And she would sleep in late, after. At the time I suspected she was playing with a coworker before coming home.

Late one night as we lay in the dark ready to sleep, Fawn brought up the Frat party. Actually, she brought up my interest in it.

“Alex,” said out of the blue, “did you believe me about the frat party? I got the feeling you didn’t.”

“Um,” I blinked sleepiness out of my brain, “I never thought about it, Fawn. Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“Well, you just asked a lot of pointed questions. You know, how it started and everything. Like a lawyer making a case,” she said.

“I sounded like a lawyer?” I asked, flattered.

“Yeah, so I’m wondering if you believed me.”

“I did,” I said. She said nothing after that. I thought maybe she would go to sleep.

“I did fuck all those guys,” she said.

“Okay,” I shrugged. When I remembered she couldn’t see that in the dark, I said. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah, but I made the mistake of telling my boyfriend. And he wants me to fuck a bunch of guys with him.”

“Uhm, okay.” I muttered, not knowing what to say.

“He has a bunch of firemen friends…” she let it trail off.

“So what did you say?” I asked neutrally. I was picturing Fawn fucking a bunch of men in fire hats.

“Well, at first I said no. And we fought about it. Yesterday I gave in and agreed to do it.”

“Wow,” I repeated.

“So he set it up for tomorrow night.”

“Fawn, why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m scared,” she admitted. “He showed them pictures of me. There’s a lot of them.”

“Woah. Well, tell him you changed your mind.”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I… I just can’t say no. Not now. He set it up and the guys are all expecting it and they’ll be furious with him.” Her words made it sound like her boyfriend would be in trouble but the tone made it clear she was afraid.

“Fawn, are you asking me to help you?”

“Yes,” she said with obvious relief. “Would you do that for me?”

“Sure, I’ll back you up.”

“Alex, you’re the best. Thank you,” she said emphatically. Then she said something that threw me for a loop. “So, can you be ready by eight tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I said. “Wait, I’m confused. What am I getting ready for?”

“To help me,” she said.

“Help you tell tell your boyfriend off?”

“Oh,” she got quiet.

“Fawn?” I spoke into the silence.

“I thought you said you’d help me with the guys,” she said in a small voice.

“Oh,” I said. Again silence filled the room.

“How many?” I asked finally.

“How many what?”

“How many guys?”

“Ten.” she claimed. I whistled. I tried to picture the two of us dealing with ten men. I squirmed and humped my hand quietly.

“So, just to be clear,” I said as seriously as I could. “You won’t tell your boyfriend to go fuck himself, but you will ask me to go fuck a bunch of me?”

“I guess so,” she said forcing a small laugh. “I mean, you’ve done something like that, too.”

“Okay, but what do I wear to a gangbang?” I joked. 

Sexy costumes, it turns out. We worked out the logistics there in the dark and I went to sleep, completely oblivious to just how well I’d been played.

I wore the schoolgirl outfit from the previous Halloween. I’d brought it with me from home, like a good slut. Fawn dressed like a cowgirl.

“Why don’t we just go in jeans and strip down?” I asked. Fawn shrugged off my question and applied more lipstick.

I should have become suspicious when a town car, driven by a big bodybuilder type black dude, pulled up to the curb in front of our dorm.

“Hi, I’m Trish. And you must be Fawn’s boyfriend…” I said to him as we got in the back.

“Norman. And I’m just your driver,” he said helpfully.

A small kernel of doubt finally entered my head at that point.

“Jack’s meeting us at the firehouse,” Fawn explained. I hadn’t known her boyfriends name until that point.

“I guess he’s pulling out the stops,” I said, indicating the limo. I got an odd look from the driver.

Norman drove us to Rockville. The new-ish firehouse reflected the values of the upper income neighborhood it served. Tax dollars well spent. Norman escorted us into the place and stood by me while Fawn talked to Jack privately.

While not bad looking, Jack was a fit fortyish, balding, and sported a small potbelly. He seemed a bit old for her, frankly. I noticed their interaction seemed cordial, even professional, but not intimate.

That kernel of doubt was growing, but I got distracted. I’d been thinking about this all day, barely paying attention in class. Now my pussy gushed in anticipation.

“Um, Can you girls put on a show before hand?” asked Jack. “You know, to warm things up?”

“Show?” I looked at Fawn for direction.

“He means a strip tease.”

“I don’t know anything about stripping,” I whispered. I only knew how to dance at clubs. The thought of stripping enticingly to an audience mortified me. I would trip and fall or do something awkward for sure. “How is it going to go over when they see how bad I am at it?”

“You can gangbang, but you can’t strip?” She snorted. Norman gave me a look.

“No, I already know how to fuck. But I’m worried about looking stupid trying to tease them. Look, why don’t we just make out in front of them?”

“What kind of show is that?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. You’re about to fuck ten guys but you don’t know guys love watching girls making out?” Norman chortled at that.

“I wouldn’t know what to do,” she insisted apparently as mortified by sex play as I was at stripping.

“Let me handle it,” I said. Was I taking charge?

“First we need to prepare.” I had her take off her shirt and just wear the vest which barely covered her nipples. Then we both removed our thongs. I didn’t plan on doing much stripping.

“The guys are ready,” Jack told us when he came back. He led us to a gym area with a bunch of expensive new looking equipment. I counted eleven young muscular firefighters standing at one end of the gym. They cheered when we entered. With Jack, that made twelve men. Shit.

My mind reeled but my body was all for it, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

“Before we start, gentlemen,” Jack announced. I couldn’t believe it, he was speechmaking. “I want to congratulate you all on graduating. As a celebration, I brought you Nikki and Trish.” He paused while they cheered. “These two whores have agreed to fuck you all for the next hour or two. But first, they’re going to give you a show.”

Everyone cheered. 

“Whore?” I whispered to Fawn.

“He didn’t tell them I was his girlfriend,” she whispered back. “He doesn’t want them knowing he’s dating that kind of girl.”

What a dick, I thought. I should have been thinking about how little sense any of it made, but my pussy was on fire and a dozen fine looking men wanted to put it out. Adrenaline flowed through me as they cheered us expectantly. I felt alive in a way that’s hard to describe. It fed my desire.

Jack pushed a button on a remote and music poured out of hidden speakers. The song was “My Sharona.” I hate that fucking song.

Fawn gave me a worried look. Worse, she was starting to move to the music.

Before she could get going I pushed her to the center of the room near a bench., Then I turned her around for a fierce kiss. Cheers broke out, again. Fawn kissed back after a second. We did this for a bit, but I could tell she wasn’t into girl-girl like Wendy would have been.

I pulled her vest down around her arms pinning them behind her. Whispering, “follow my lead.” in her ear. I spun her around, arms still pinned, so she presented her breasts, unobstructed to the crowd. Everyone cheered.

“Keep your face pointing to the crown no matter what happens next,” I said, with growing confidence. As the cheers died down I pushed Fawn forward so she leaned over the bench with straight arms. She dropped her head down, forgetting to look at the crowd. So I yanked her up by the hair and smacked her ass. “Look at the crowd Nikki,” I said, “I want them to see how much you enjoy this next part.”

I got behind Nikki, flipping up her denim skirt, and put my face in her cunt. Fawn claimed to be 100% straight, but her pussy sure didn’t care who licked it. She gushed onto my tongue immediately. In about a minute I had her moaning in orgasm to the appreciative cheers of our twelve member audience.

“Does anyone want to take my place?” I asked. 

Three men raised hands, waiting for me to pick them, instead of rushing in. How cute! I stripped off my top and bent over right beside Fawn looking up at the men.

“Well come on, our pussies aren’t going to fuck themselves.”

That got a few laughs and the ball rolling.

Inside a minute, a guy had his cock inside Fawn’s wet pussy. A cock in her mouth cut off her moans as the guy bottomed out in her well lubricated cunt. No one got to me for a second, so I watched. She used the hand blocking technique, and it looked toothy. With all her experience, I expected more. Another guy played with her tits. Most men gravitated to Fawn. 

Blondes have all the fun.

I soon forgot about ‘Nikki’ as a mouth worked on my slick pussy. I moaned encouragement. Seconds later a cock pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to let it in, suckling the head and getting it wet. The guy seemed happy to have just the tip in. I decided to pace myself and not take him all the way. Soon the mouth on my pussy brought me to a head. I came, moaning around the cock in my mouth, which started spewing. I tried to catch all of it, but its owner jerked around spastically spraying cum all over my mouth and chin.

The guys moved Fawn to another bench. She ended up on her back with a guy straddling her chest. She held her breasts together for him. While he fucked his shaft between the huge globes, Fawn worked the head with her mouth.

Now I understood why she wasn’t proficient at blowjobs. The guy pumped a few times before he shouted and sprayed her face and chest with cum. Behind him another guy pumped his cock into her pussy comically using her legs as a shield to avoid touching his friend. Sex is funny stuff sometimes.

I giggled a little until the next guy pushed a cock into my face. The mouth on my pussy was replaced by a cock. I tried to concentrate on coming again. But two cocks sawing into you with different rhythms makes the big-O unlikely. So I worked on getting them off faster. I tongued the cock in my mouth, he soon realized I could take more and pushed into my throat with a “whoop” of delight.

“I’m in this whore’s throat, guys! O god, that feels amazing.”

That got some attention. The guy fucked my face to the cheers of his fellows. I worked the cock as well as I could, he finally pulled out and sprayed my face, whooping once more.

“Ah, take it on the face, bitch.”

The cock in my pussy pulled out. I couldn’t tell if he’d cum or not. The room filled with chatter now as the men became more comfortable.

“Hey, let’s see how deep she can take it,” someone said. “Who’s got the longest dick?”  After a brief discussion with much boasting, it was decided Jack had the longest cock.

A dick with a big dick, I thought cluelessly. I gasped I saw what dangled between his thighs. The monster had to be ten inches long even soft.

“Think you can take it?” he asked.

“Get some lube,” I said earnestly. Everyone laughed.

I sat on the bench and he handed me some lube. Cherry flavored. I worked up and down his shaft, getting it hard. I did a show for my audience, giving the head a kiss and then licking my way down the shaft to his balls. I licked each of them lewdly as I crouched down on my knees.

“Look at that, his cock is longer than her face,” someone said.

“She’s never going to swallow that thing.”

Bets were made at that point. One brave guy bet I would take it all. Looking up the shaft from my position below Jack, I wondered.

I sat back up on the bench and put Jack’s cock in my mouth. Soon I had half his cherry flavored hose down my throat. I stuck out my tongue and straightened my throat as much as I could. His cock bent up a little, making it difficult. Everyone stopped to watch. I could see Fawn watching from outside the crowd, cum dripping all over her face and breasts.

I got it about three fifths of the way in. It wouldn’t go further even though I controlled my gag reflex. Finally I pulled back.

One guy cheered prematurely, thinking I surrendered.

“Jack, I think this will work better upside down. But please be careful. If I push back please back off.”

He nodded, maybe he wasn’t a complete dick.

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I lay down on the bench with my head over the end and waved Jack over. The position extended my throat. When Jack moved to my mouth to push his cock in, I put my hands against his thighs. He pushed in and out guided by my hands. As I got comfortable with it, I allowed Jack to fuck more of his long cock in.

Losing patience, Jack just pushed in to the hilt, immediately pulling back out to let me gag.

“O my god, did you see that?”

“You can see it bulging her throat out. It’s like a snake swallowing another snake!” Everyone laughed at the comment. Jack set up a rhythm with me. Eventually his whole length filled my throat on each thrust, to the whoops and cheers of his comrades.

Jack fucked me like that for the longest five minutes of my life, as I tried to suppress my gag reflex and breathe. Finally, he pulled out all the way and wanked a surprisingly small load onto my forehead. After that everyone took a turn at my mouth. It was easy after Jack.

One nice guy thoughtfully licked me to an orgasm while I took a few loads in the face. Then I had a steady stream of men fucking my pussy and mouth, together. Most pulled out before they came and went to play Fawn.

After a while I took a break and watched Fawn getting fucked. It seemed everyone wanted to “titty fuck Nikki.” Her face and breasts were plastered with cum. The guys kept her on the bench, holding her head and fucking her mouth and breasts. When one guy finished with her chest the guy fucking her pussy would drop her legs and straddle her chest.

Two of the guys wanted to DP me. I didn’t actually know the acronym at the time. That got some laughs.

The first guy lay back on the bench and I sat back on his lubed and condomed cock, taking a minute or two to get all the way on it. Then his friend pushed a rather large cock into my pussy. The guy beneath me held me up and soon they had a rhythm. I reached down to my clit and stroked myself to an orgasm. I felt another deeper one building. I moaned as it approached.

Heaven couldn’t be better. The guy in my pussy came. Another replaced him and soon they had the rhythm again. My orgasms continued as I moaned and screamed and spewed profanities without restraint.

Three guys fucked my pussy before the guy in my ass declared he wanted to cum on my face. I lifted off him and kneeled. He stood over me, pumping. This must have been his first time because the load was huge. He hosed my face and hair down like it was on fire.

After he was done, I looked around. Only half the men were present. Those who remained were standing or sitting around talking among themselves, fully clothed. Nikki had one last guy on her chest. Soon he pulled up and sprayed her face.

I looked at the clock. Indications were we’d fucked all the guys cumless in just under an hour. 

I walked over to Fawn, “Are you alright?”

She sat up and nodded. “I’ve been titty fucked before but never like that, Jesus.”

“You don’t sound thrilled,” I whispered.

“Well, that’s cause I’m not. I thought it would be different, boy… was I wrong,” she whispered back. Then she looked at me conspiratorially, “I faked all the moaning and orgasms.”

“Even when I went down on you?” I asked disbelieving.

She blushed deep red, “Well,no,” she smiled, “with twelve cocks around, it’s really funny only your mouth was fun!”

“What about Halloween? Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Fawn shook her head. Was I a weirdo for liking this? “So, why are you even here?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, despondently. 

This wasn’t the place to ask why, so I changed the subject. “Am I as big a mess as you are?” 

She nodded, and giggled. I looked into the mirrored wall across the gym, Fawn and I were indeed a mess. Topless and drenched in cum. The white material really stood out in my black hair.

“Hey, why don’t you two lick each other clean?” someone asked.

Several of the men came to stand around us. I shrugged at Fawn. She nodded. I pulled her up to a seated position and straddled the bench so we were knee to knee, legs spread. I leaned in to lick her cum covered right nipple.

“Wow, what a pair of sluts,” someone said. The cat calls and comments trailed off as we got into it.

Fawn put an arm on my leg for support and pulled me in to lick my cheek. Then she kissed me open mouthed so I could taste it. Back and forth we went like that. Licking clear white blobs of cum off each other’s face and chest and sharing.

I felt a bit guilty about having a better time than her, so I reached down and massaged her to an orgasm. I was vaguely aware of the action around me as we kissed and fondled. One or two of the guys pulled out hard cocks and pumped them at us. Fawn pulled one guy over and we both sucked on his cock.

“Oh, god, that’s awesome,” he said just before spewing all over Fawn’s tongue.

We blew two of three more guys like that. Finally everyone was spent.

Jack pointed us in the direction of the showers. Norman, who had watched the whole gangbang, followed us into the shower room and watched us shower, which I thought was weird. 

Cleaned and toweled off, we made our way back at the gym and back into our slut uniforms. Jack escorted us out.

“I want to thank you both. You were quite professional. What’s more I appreciate a whore who likes her job.” Jack’s matter of fact tone blew me away. Job?

He pulled out three white envelopes handing one to Norman, one to Fawn and finally one to me. “I accounted for the two extra. And Trish,” he looked at me, “Roger, the fellow who won the bet, decided to add some onto yours.” 

With a wink Jack added, “thanks for that, by the way. Not even my wife can do that and she’s been trying for years. We never tried upside down like that, though.”

I just nodded and smiled dumbly.

Fawn made a point of looking everywhere but at me until we got back in the car. I sat in a daze for a few minutes just taking it in, trying to understand what happened.

I opened the envelope. It contained 52 crisp, sequential twenty dollar bills and some other used bills. I’d just been paid for sex. I calculated in my head. I got $70 a head assuming the spent money was from the bet. I’d been paid well.

I couldn’t even look at Fawn.

“Norman, are you Fawn’s pimp?” I asked with an even voice.

“No Ma’am, I’m just the driver and bodyguard.”

“I see. And that envelope contains your pay?”

“No ma’am, it contains my employer’s take of the night’s proceeds.”

“What’s the cut?” I asked, trying to focus on facts instead of the reality that I was an actual whore.

“Thirty percent.”

I did a quick calculation, and whistled silently at the employer’s take. Not bad for doing and risking nothing.

“Norman, how much are you paid for this?”

“Sixty an hour, ma’am.”

“Well that seems like a small amount to pay the bodyguard of women like Nikki, here.” I said.

“She didn’t tell you, did she?” Norman, smiled.

Fawn bent her head in shameful confirmation.

“It’s her first time too. She was supposed to go with Candice but Candice landed a big fish. The agency didn’t have a replacement so Nikki was going to go it alone. I guess she recruited you to help?”

“Yeah, she did.” I glared at her.

“You had to know what you were getting into with or without the pay. You can’t be that mad at her. I mean you were willing to fuck all those guys for free,” he said sagely.

“That still doesn’t make it right,” I whined. Fuck, if Norman didn’t make sense.

“I don’t know ma’am. But to answer your earlier question, I get tipped by the ladies for the bodyguard work.”

“Oh yeah, what kind of tip?”

“The green kind. 100. Each.”

“That seems unfair,” I said. I snatched the envelope out of Fawn’s limp hand and chucked it over onto the front passenger seat. 

“Hey!”

“You’re giving him your share,” I said. She didn’t fight me over it.

Alex and Kevin
Relaxed after her confession, Alex lay splayed out wantonly on the bed with Kevin’s rampant cock still buried deep in her wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around him loosely, heels on his buttocks. She looked up at her future husband gauging his thoughts.

Kevin’s eyes were as dilated as his cock was hard. It had been hard through the whole story.

“I’m a whore,” she whispered the word with relish. She gasped in delight, feeling him bore deeper in. “How do you feel about marrying a whore?”

Kevin answered with action, grabbing her hips and pumping deeper, grunting like an animal.

“That time was an accident,” she panted. “I did it again. Took money for sex.”

“Ugh,” Kevin grunted, fucking her even harder. They both screamed in ecstasy. 

As he pumped a white river into her, Kevin pulled Alex up to him and kissed her brutally. He picked her off the bed and pumped into her a few more times as she wrapped legs and arms around him, cumming all over his cock.

Kevin threw Alex back on the bed. He grabbed her slender ankles and pulled them toward him, twisting her roughly over onto her stomach. He pulled until she lay completely stretched out, arms above her head and legs off the edge. Kevin dropped her legs and grabbed her hips. Alex felt pressure on her pink star.

“O Christ, be careful,” she hoped he ignored her. She could take it.

“Why?” he yelled. He shoved his slick cock into her ass in one fast painful motion, grunting as he bottomed out in her.

“Owww!” she yelled, meaning it. He ignored her, pulling back out and shoving back in to the hilt.

“What else?” he asked.

“I made thousands and thousands,” she screamed. He thrust in and out of her again and grunted.

“Ow!” she cried out. The pain diminished, she squeezed his cock. He pulled out and pushed in again. “I fucked so many men, Kevin.”

“How many?” he growled.

“I’d never counted,” she said between gasps. He began pounding his cock into her fragile back door. “Hundreds?”

Again and again Kevin pumped into her mashing against her as if trying to get further into her core. On each plunge, Alex cried out with a soft ‘Ow’ even when it started feeling good. She confessed more.

“Your cock feels so good in my ass,” she said. She snickered, “You’ve got an amazing cock, I should know.”

Kevin seemed emboldened by her words. He pumped faster. She kept talking.

“I did groups mostly. Four, five, usually but sometimes ten plus,” she said. He punished her ass harder, and she clenched him. The seeds of an orgasm bloomed, flowering deep inside her. She could feel it coming on quickly. Alex cried out, “you feel better than all of them.”

Kevin grabbed a handful of hair for leverage and began fiercely pumping into her. She didn’t have any more words. They were both screaming and moaning as they climaxed.

“Ah, fuck, Kevin,” she said. “Fuck me like a whore!”

Stars exploded behind Alex’s closed eyes. She felt the orgasm rip up her spine and down her legs. She gripped the mattress, holding on.

“Ah, take it!” Kevin bellowed, pumping cum deep in her bowel. He thrust into her again and stayed in. She could feel him spasm twice unloading more cum into her. Then he pulled back out and shoved back in hard, bottoming out for another two pumps, setting off mini orgasms in Alex. A third time and he was finished. Alex couldn’t stop her muscles from clenching orgasmically around his softening cock. The lovers lay prone on the bed, Kevin on top of Alex and still inside her. She enjoyed his relaxed weight on her slightly smaller body.

“Wow,” she said. Her ass still spasmed.

“I’m going to fuck your throat like they did,” said Kevin. 

Her pussy contracted. He wasn’t asking. Alex reached for his hand. Finding it, she brought it to her mouth, kissing it. Feeling submissive, she said, “Yes, Master.”

She could feel his cock getting harder in her gaping ass. Alex pushed up and rolled Kevin off and out of her.

“Fuck my face, Master,” she said holding his hardening cock.

His glazed eyes looked into hers as she took him in her mouth. They both moaned. She worked the cock with her tongue until it was completely hard and lubricated. Then Alex turned over to lay with her back down on the bed and her head over the side.

“Master, please,” Kevin’s cock wasn’t nearly a foot long, she was thankful for that, but it was nicely sized, perfectly even, and would take work.

He stood up above her looking down. Rather than put her hands out to block his hips she reached down with both hands between her wantonly splayed legs to masturbate.

He put the tip against her lips. She kissed trustingly.

“Please, fuck me,” she said.

Kevin pushed his cock into her mouth working it slowly in. Soon he was at the back of her throat. Kevin pushed into it with a gasp. 

“O my god,” he said. He bottomed out on her, his balls on her nose. “It really does bulge out.”

He pulled out, “Does it hurt?”

“A little. And it’s scary, you could choke me,” she said. Kevin looked like someone had popped his balloon. “But it really makes me hot. I like the feeling. And I like knowing what it does for you.”

He still looked glum. She remembered that he was new to being dominant, while she’d been a submissive since high school.

“I’ll say the word if something is really bad. Otherwise, you can bet I’m enjoying it in some way. Okay?”

He nodded. 

“Now, please, fuck my face.”

He fucked her throat tentatively in and out a few times, watching the bulge. Alex brought a hand up to his hip and pulled him in harder. He could really fuck her if he wanted, so he fucked her throat some more then pulled out all the way to check on her.

“My god, you are a mess,” he said. Drool and tears covered her gasping face.

“You made the mess Master,” she coughed roughly.

He shoved back in, fucking her throat giving her breaks to breathe between thrusts. Alex concentrated on not gagging, breathing, and masturbation. Somehow, she managed to cum. Kevin lost it when she did, emptying himself directly down her gullet. Kevin fell next to her on the bed, groaning. Alex panted for air. She swallowed once, her throat was already sore. But she lay there, covered in drool and tears, smiling up at the ceiling.

“In-tense,” she said.

Kevin grunted softly. Alex got up to clean herself up then joined her husband to be back in bed. She cuddled up next to him, her head on his shoulder and her right thigh across both of his.

“I love you, Master. Kevin. I understand if you hate me though,” she whispered.

“I don’t hate you,” he said. “I’m just amazed. Or shocked.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“What for?”

“For not meeting you sooner,” she said. “I loved Clayton, but not like a love you. And you’re the first man to please me like he did.”

“Even after all those…” he couldn’t say it.

“Clients? Being a whore?” she asked. “Fucking hundreds of men?”

Kevin nodded.

“Getting paid was half of it. I don’t know why. Knowing someone was paying money to fuck me blew me away. Also, I like fucking groups.” She patted his chest affectionately, “I mean it feels amazing physically. Emotionally I like this.”

“What was it like?” he asked. “Always firemen?”

“The agency recruited me. Fawn never did a group again. She stripped, mostly. Made almost as much money. Mostly it was what you would expect, bachelor parties and lobbyist events. I remember one with maybe fifty men. I worked it with three other girls. We wore french maid outfits with sheer tops so everyone could see my tits. Each girl wore a badge with their best skill on it. Mine said “fellatio” I walked around like a waitress, waiting for someone to sample my hors d’œuvre I sucked so much cock that night.”

“Holy shit, Alex.”

“I was a call girl, Kevin. What did you expect?” she shrugged, moving her leg up. It bumped against his hard cock. “Oh. Again?”

“No,” he said. “Maybe later.”

Alex smiled, hugged him, and grabbed his cock anyway. He still wanted her. She couldn’t stop smiling. Kevin had more questions though.

“You know, this could all be a big joke. You could be lying to me,” he said. “Your asshole is just the cutest pink rosebud, and you pussy is beautiful. You don’t have any STDs….”

“Lot’s of condoms, and anti-virals,” she interrupted.

“But you ever talk about that in your stories,” he complained.

“Because it’s boring.”

“Maybe because it’s a fantasy,” he replied.

“Here,” Alex said in a huff, reaching for her Mac.”

“You’re angry because I find it hard to believe your whore stories?”

“Haha, and shut up,” she said. She navigated to a different folder called internship. It had a new folders. Alex handed Kevin her laptop and said, “here, open Firehouse69 and make a slide show.”

The first image was Alex in a bikini posing with a dozen or so young men in a gym. Thereafter, image after image of Alex, naked and surrounded by cocks or impaled on cocks, passed across the screen.

“You didn’t say they had a camera,” he complained.

“They didn’t,” Alex said. “The firehouse trained a new class semi-annually. I was the go-to girl for their graduation ceremony.” 

Kevin paused the show on a close up image of Alex’s pussy and ass being filled with cock, each wore a condom. 

“Oh,” Kevin moaned. Alex stroked his cock gently. It twitched and bucked in her hand. He liked what he was seeing. “You were safe.”

“Safe-ish,” Alex said. She directed him to a new folder. This one was a smaller group of men, maybe five or six, and Alex was the center of attention again. She paused on one image of her younger self looking blissfully dopey. “That’s my DP O face.”

Kevin could see she had a guy under her and another behind her, clearing wearing a condom and ramming his cock up her ass. 

“You almost never wear that much makeup,” he said.

“Because it’s a real pain in the ass. Lots of work only to have a bunch of horny guys spray cum all over me.”

She played the slide show. Kevin saw a stop motion porno of his future wife getting gangbanged by strangers. Near the end, the men all came on her pretty made up face.

A new worry popped into Kevin’s head. “You let them record you?”

“That’s my bodyguard behind the camera,” she said. “My senior year, I realized I would be quitting and I wanted…”

“A photo album?”

“Yeah,” she snorted, still stroking his still hard cock. “You want me to…”

“No.” Kevin pushed the laptop side and rolled over on top of Alex. He smiled at her with smokey eyes then crawled backward so his face was over her well fucked pussy. He looked down. “You have the prettiest pussy.”

“Oh!” Alex cried, as her husband to be went down on her. “That’s sweet.”

Kevin licked and sucked her gently to an orgasm, then another, then fingered her to another. He licked and tongue fucked her ass to yet another screaming orgasm. Eventually Alex pushed Kevin off her and turned out the lights.

Alex snored quietly next to Kevin while he rummaged through her laptop. He found a folder called dads, that contained one photo, obviously scanned in. A group of smiling men in 80’s fashion and hairstyles.

“They could have been a band,” he mumbled. These were the men Alex’s mother had recruited to inseminate her. He thoughts about that came to a screeching halt when he looked closely at the second man. He closed his eyes, “it can’t be”

Looking closer there wasn’t a doubt. Lucky dad number two looked exactly like Kevin.

“Hey,” he shook Alex. When she moaned her annoyance he asked her the burning question, “Is this the photo of your possible Dads?”

“Mhm,” she said.

“Did you look them up?” he asked.

“Hpmm,” she mumbled. “I scanned the photo years ago. Haven’t looked at it since.”

She rolled over and mumbled then asked clearly, “Do you still love me, Kevin?”

“I do, Alex,” he said. He shook his head, looking at the photo. Kevin adopted parents didn’t know who his ‘real’ parents were and he never had an interest in finding out. Alex came into the world a day before he did, but at around midnight. Cynthia, her mother, could easily have had twins. The second man in the photo gave Kevin little hope it wasn’t the case. 

“Shit,” he swore quietly. “I need to talk to Cynthia.”

He and Alex were siblings.

—- to be continued.