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"Entrapment"
    by A.G. Thomas


As I packed Robert's third and last suitcase he kept excitedly
telling me what this trip meant. Personally I didn't really care,
I just let him drone on about South America, the natives, and
oil, letting it go in one ear and out the other. That is till he
mentioned the immediate increase in salary as well as the bonus
he'd be getting if he brought in the well in less then sixty
days.

Well finally, and at last, I'd be getting something out of this
marriage besides sex. I guess you could say that our marriage
wasn't a bed of roses, I know I did. In fact I thought of it as a
mistake. It hadn't always been that way though. I honestly
thought I loved him when we married six months ago, probably
because he was the first man to ever show tenderness to me. But
then we married and I found out real quick just what kind of a
man he really was. Picture if you will Betty Boop, Jessica
Rabbit, or any one of a dozen other cartoon broads such as
Jasmine or even Arial that some people, but most especially
Robert, think are sexy.

Well my dear husband carries it to the extreme because his
computer is filled with pictures of them in various stages of
nudity along with other pictures showing them performing sexual
acts with assorted characters, and not all of them of the human
category. I don't doubt that his every waking moment and perhaps
even his dreams are filled with fantasies of all those cartoon
sex pots. I guess Robert thinks of them as real because he was,
and still is, always comparing me to them.

At first I thought it was cute, but lately I think it's just
downright sick. Why? Well for one thing he insist I dress like
them by wearing some of the most revealing and sexy outfits
imaginable, and for another he wants me to flash perfect
strangers. It was one thing when I finally agreed to go around in
public wearing clothes that most women only imagine themselves
wearing when looking through a Frederick's of Hollywood or some
other type of catalog along that line, but it was a whole
different ball game when it came to flashing strangers.

The first couple of times when he strongly suggested I do so I
refused and because I wouldn't do what he said he quit making
love to me. Now I'm not a nymphomaniac but when a husband denies
his wife sex like Robert did me it has an unsettling effect,
especially on a young eighteen year old new bride. By the third
month of our marriage he had me so screwed up and confused that
there wasn't anything I would or did deny him just so he would
make love to me. Because I denied him nothing, and in fact
sometimes went beyond what he demanded of me his perversions grew
even weirder.

For instance there were times like after I flashed a shoe
salesman or a group of rowdy high schoolers that he would pull me
into the back of a store or some other nearly deserted place and
make love to me. His love making at times like that was
fantastic and I thrived on it realizing early on that acceding to
his perversions assured that he would love me. It didn't seem to
matter to him where we were, in fact I often think he got his
jollies if there was any hint of a chance that someone might
catch us in the act. In the past month though he's come up with
something else, something that he says will make him love me even
more and he harps on it daily. Three or four times I've complied
with part of his wish. I've gone without under garments even when
wearing the skimpiest of skirts and frilliest of blouse's, but as
to the rest of it I just can't bring myself to obey even though
he hasn't made love to me in over two weeks.

I just can't bring myself to let another man make love to me
despite Robert's withholding his love. Because of this latest
demand of his though I've begun to wonder whether he really loves
me. It's one thing to be loved and another to be a sex slave so I
guess you'll understand why I'm glad he's leaving. It'll give
me a chance to think this whole marriage and sex thing through
and if and when I figure it out it's quite possible I won't be
here when he returns.

Well there goes his plane. Good-by Robert, and if I've got half a
brain you fucking pervert, you'll never see me again I silently
whispered as I turned to leave the observation deck. Out of the
corner of my eye I caught sight of a group of servicemen
whispering and snickering amongst themselves while occasionally
glancing my way.

For a second I thought of Robert and how if he were here he would
insist I strut my stuff and even flash them, but the thought
quickly vanished and I simply wondered why the hell they were
standing there staring at me. Not that I wasn't something to
stare at, what with me dressed in a naughty school girl outfit,
complete in every detail right down to the three inch high thick
heel black shoes. It was one of Robert's favorites and for this
occasion, since it was quite possible, even though he wasn't
aware of the fact, the last time he might see me, I had chosen to
wear it. You can imagine his surprise and pleasure at my choice
of outfits to see him off and on the ride to the airport he
couldn't keep his hands off me. As a further going away present I
gave him a blow job as he navigated through traffic, another
favorite of his. So yes I was really something to look at dressed
in a loose fitting white blouse tied just beneath my bra-less 34C
breasts, a pleated, green and black checked micro mini with thigh
high white stockings including the little ribbon bow which acted
like a garter and even the shoes.

With an amused smile on my brightly painted lips and with
mascaraed eyes starring straight ahead I mumbled under my breath
something along the line that just because a woman wore a short
skirt and yes looked sexy as hell, it didn't mean she was looking
to jump into the sack with every Tom, Dick or Harry. that came
along. Occupied as I was with thoughts of being rid of Robert as
well as my silent retort concerning the soldiers I didn't notice
that they had moved toward me. Suddenly and before I realized it
I was surrounded by nine servicemen that even as they attempted
to get in perfect step with me a couple of them started making
suggestive remarks and then one of them grabbed my arm asking how
much to show them a good time.

Pulling away I told him there wasn't enough money in the world to
make me stoop so low as to even think of letting them touch me.
Throwing my head in the air I managed to take three steps away
from them before I was again stopped but this time the soldier
who grabbed me tried to pull me into his arms and kiss me.
Instinctively I slapped him while at the same time almost
screaming that if he or any of the others touched me again I
would scream.

As I made to turn away the one who'd tried to kiss me remarked
"Damn uppity bitch! Your cunt made of gold or something? ----
What you need bitch is a good fucking, maybe then you wouldn't be
so God damn up-tight" I started to reply but because his remark
made me so mad and because it reminded me so much of what my
husband might have said all I could do was stare daggers at him.
Then without giving any thought that I might be exposing myself I
twirled about, totally oblivious to the fact that my skirt
ballooned up and out as I did so.

With head held high I walked away but not before saying that none
of them would know what to do with a real woman in the first
place, Without acknowledging a last derogatory remark someone
uttered at my back I headed for the parking garage. It took me
almost a half hour of wondering through two sections before I
finally located my car. God, I hate airports. As I opened the car
door I was grabbed from behind and as a hand went around my mouth
cutting off any attempt I might have made to scream. A voice
hissed in my ear that I was in for the fucking of my life. I
tried to kick out, tried to pull free of the arms that held me,
but whoever it was that was holding me was simply too strong and
the next thing I knew I was being pushed into the back seat of my
car. With a hand pressed against the back of my neck forcing my
face into the seat. I couldn't see my attacker.

Panic began to grip me as the realization that I was about to be
raped in broad daylight in a public garage with people wandering
about surfaced. Despite my fear I almost laughed thinking that
just such a scenario would appeal to Robert, but then my
attention was drawn back to my plight as I heard the car doors
open and felt the car sway from the added weight. As my mind
fought with the realization that my attacker had cohorts fingers
curled into my long chestnut hair yanking my head from off the
seat only to have my face pressed into someone's crotch. Fear
welled up in me but I tried not to let it show, instead I made my
whole body go limp in the hopes that whoever was holding me would
loosen his grip and I could escape. No such luck. Hot breath beat
against the back of my neck and ear then a voice, more like a
hiss then spoken word told me that since I didn't want money I
must be giving it away. and since that was the case they were
here to sample the goods. A hand slid slowly up the back of my
leg then upwards over my inner thigh and higher making me forget
for a moment the crotch my face was pressed into. But just as
quickly the crotch again drew my attention as the man's cock
which was separated from my face by only a thin layer of cloth
began to twitch and jerk as if in anticipation of the snickering
comment my assailant made wondering if I was just all show, or
was I going to be a fuck worth bragging about. The comment drew a
peal of laughter from the unseen and unknown others along with a
few other nasty remarks. My skirt, already hiked up because of
the position I was in was pushed even higher and a whoop that I
wasn't wearing panties almost broke my ear drums.

I began to thrash about as the unwanted hand pushed its way
between my legs then my movements became even more desperate as a
finger began rubbing vigorously over my pussy lips. Then what
felt like his whole hand but was in actuality only two fingers
wormed into me. Screams of protest issued from my lips but they
only came out as muffled sounds as my face was still pressed into
the others crotch. Comments about my being wet, that I must
really want a good fucking, were answered by another voice saying
"I told you the fucking bitch was looking to get laid. If'n she
wasn't why else would she be dressed like she is?" Mirthful
chuckles of assent from yet more mouths sent my heart into a
whirl. "How many of them were there anyway?" I tried to explain
that I was dressed as I was because of my husband, that he
commanded I wear such outfits, but all that came from my lips
were whimpering sobs.

Suddenly I was twisted about and for the first time I saw my
attacker. He was one of the soldiers I'd had a run in with and
though I couldn't see past his shoulders I was certain at least
three, possible even four of his friends had accompanied him. Of
one thing I was thankful for though and that was that my face was
no longer pressed into the lap it had been, but now with me on my
back and my head bent at an angle because of the thigh my head
rested against my face afforded an easy target. The soldiers face
came down over mine and his lips pressed against my mouth. His
tongue pushed and probed against my lips seeking entrance as I
disparately twisted my head about in an effort to prevent him
from kissing me. Fingers, probably those of the soldier who my
head rested against, twisted into my dark chestnut hair forcing
me to cease my struggles for fear that my hair might be yanked
out. The soldier atop me shifted somewhat and at almost the exact
second his tongue slipped between my lips his hand delved between
my legs and his fingers once more begin rubbing my pussy.

Knowing that if I didn't at least try to fight it would seem to
them that what they thought about me was correct, I began
twisting about and kicking my  legs wildly. Unwittingly all I
accomplished was in allowing him freer access to my most private
and personal part and when I realized this I stopped kicking, but
by then it was too late for he had once more inserted his fingers
into me. I tried to protest, but the lips that were pressed
against mine and the tongue that was swirling about in my mouth
acted like a gag, all but silencing me. But that wasn't the only
reason for my protest. His fingers had begun to rhythmically move
in and out of my pussy, awakening sensations in me that I hadn't
thought possible. Across my mind fluttered Robert's perverted
suggestion that I allow other men, strangers, to make love to me,
as did my initial vehement refusal. Then like a rerun of an old
TV show I recalled his excited persistent haranguing of how
letting a stranger make love to me would add spice to our
marriage and then his mind shattering confusion that what he
wanted more then anything else was to watch as I made love to not
one but two or more men at the same time. And now as if in answer
to his request, with the exclusion of him being present to
witness the happening I was surrounded by total strangers, with
one of their number fingering my pussy while his lips mashed
against mine and his tongue whirled madly about in my mouth.
There was little doubt that what my husband had fantasized about
was going to happen and despite my best efforts, and deny it
though I tried, the sensations rippling through me like a stone
tossed into a pond all worked to make a mockery of my earlier
denial that such an event would never happen.

The glorious feelings washing over me were totally alien to me
and it had a strange unsettling effect, so much so that I
willingly surrendered to them. As brick after brick of the
barrier I had constructed was reduced to rubble my inhibitions
fled, leaving nothing to stand in the way of the new experience I
was about to be party to. No longer did I try to stop the
feelings of arousal that the soldier was awakening in me, instead
I let them carry me where they would, and with my surrender my
whole body seemed to melt and I ceased all struggle opening
myself to him in every way imaginable. Unable to help myself I
began to passionately respond to the administrations heaped upon
me and just before my mind lost touch with reality I wondered if
Robert had known that it would be like this. Soft meowing sounds
of pleasure were breathed into the strangers mouth as his fingers
toyed with my body, but it wasn't just his fingers, for the one
upon whose lap my head rested had slid his hand into my blouse
and was tweaking my nipples. Just as I thought it couldn't get
any more glorious a third finger slipped between my moist
quivering pussy lips rubbing against my clit and tearing a
lustful moan from my lips. But that wasn't my only response for
my hips jerked upward to met the fingers pounding into me in
assurance they would remain. The stroking of my clit in almost
perfect cadence to every third beat of my rapidly pumping heart
was setting my body ablaze with desire and in response my hips
began to quiver and dance ever more quickly. Stroking, slipping
deeper, twisting about, pulling back, leaving me wanting, my hips
jerking upward seeking and then once more the wonderful fingers
sliding deep inside me.

Over and yet again the fingers worked slowly and repeatedly on my
flesh and as much as my brain had long ago screamed at me not to
give how many ever were present and witnessing my humiliating
ordeal the satisfaction of seeing that I was becoming aroused, my
body betrayed me. My legs parted and my ass began to squirm
repeatedly in answer to the wonderful, hateful fingers while my
tongue, as if with a mind of its own lashed out to met and then
entwine with the one probing into every part of my mouth. What
was wrong with me? Why was I responding so. My mind was
overwhelmed with confusion then denial as the possibility that my
surrender and yes acceptance of what was taking place was because
Richard had wanted just such a thing as this to happen. Or was my
now willing acceptance of the unfolding events because I had no
other choice and had accepted the fact that each of them no
matter how many there number were going to use me however they
saw fit.

Thoughts of my husband, of all the effort and time, not to
mention the money he'd squandered in an effort to get just such a
response from me washed over me. "Were my present reactions the
response he had sought to awaken in me since revealing his true
nature?" "If that were the case, and if by some strange
circumstance he could see my reactions to these strangers
advances, would he be pleased that his young wife was reacting
like a common slut?" This and even more raced through my mind as
I wallowed in the glorious feelings being awakened in me.
Instinctively I adjusted my body, shifting slightly onto my side
thus letting my left hip press into the back of the seat while at
the same time raising my leg to the top of the seat trapping the
heel of my foot over the top edge. All of this I did without
conscious thought in an effort to afford the fingers giving me so
much pleasure freer access. My moans of arousal filled the car as
comments of "Check the bitch out." and "Goddamn Hank that is one
hot cunt, "---- "She be hot to trot boy." ---- "Hurry up and knock of
a piece so the rest of us can have a go at the slut." Other
things were said as well, nasty, disgusting things, but they were
only words and it wasn't words I was interested in, it was
action, and there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to achieve that
end as I murmured "Fuck me." just as the lips that had been
kissing me left mine. Again the body above me shifted and for a
moment I was afraid he was going to leave me so I reached out
desperately seeking to draw him back between my widely splayed
legs. His mirthful chuckle that I was an eager bitch brought a
flush to my cheeks as together with working feverishly to loosen
his belt he uttered that I'd be getting all the cock I wanted
real soon.

In my highly aroused state it seemed like an eternity but was in
actuality probably only a minute before he managed to push his
pants and underwear from about his waist then down to his knees
before falling back atop me. With a sigh of "Yeesss." I reached
between our two bodies grasping his cock and lovingly squeezing
it while guiding it to the scalding cauldron of my pussy. I'm
ashamed to say what I expected but his cock though as rigid as a
lead pipe felt like it was an exact copy of my husband's,
probably no longer then four inches and just about as big around.
Thoughts of my husband's dick, remembrances of high school locker
room gossip about boys cock's being no bigger then four or five
inches surfaced, so even though I was well aware as to the size
of the cock to expect, for a moment I was disappointed that it
wasn't otherwise. Maybe because of the way my husband made me
dress, or perhaps because of the cartoon pornography he often
showed me, or maybe even because of his imaginative utterings
during and after his insatiable and constant lovemaking sessions,
I had, without even being aware of it secretly fantasized about a
man with a big dick using me like the slut that Robert seemed to
want to turn me into.

Suddenly I was snapped back to the present and to the events
taking place as the one above me began cursing and grunting like
a stuck pig. "Move that ass bitch, Oh yea, that's it, that's what
I mean! ---- Move it sweet thing, show us how much you like
having your cunt reamed." Without shame I responded to his words
and to the thrusting of his cock by clutching at his ass cheeks
while at the same time entwining my right leg between his along
with arching from the seat and grinding my loins against his in a
desperate attempt to not only pull him tighter to me but to also
match his every move.

Faster he pounded into me as spittle sprayed from his mouth with
every word he uttered and then all too soon his motion ceased as
with our pelvis's mashed together his body shuddered and his
buttocks which I still tightly held, clutched together and he
groaned that he was cummin. As his cum spurted into me in three
rapid and forceful bursts his satisfaction was achieved but mine
was not, and he must have sensed it because as he climbed from
atop me he muttered that I was a cock hungry horny slut. My
reaction to his words was but a smile, which must have angered
him because he hissed nastily then yanked at my blouse almost
tearing it from my body before grasping my left tit and savagely
twisting it. As I lay there almost completely exposed, what with
my short skirt about my waist and my blouse open hanging off my
shoulders the soldier upon whose lap my head rested squirmed
about as his question to everyone but to no one wondering if I
sucked cock accompanied the sound of his zipper sliding down.

Twisting his fingers into my hair once more he lifted and turned
my face then just as the head of his cock touched my lips out of
the corner of my eye I saw another soldier climb over the front
seat, his cock already exposed waving about like a bobble head
doll with each movement he made. He hadn't even bothered to pull
his pants down, he'd simply unzipped himself and pulled his cock
out in his eagerness. The sweaty, stale odor which wafted from
the open zipper in front of my face almost made me gag and I held
my breath for all of maybe thirty seconds before having to draw a
breath or pass out from lack of oxygen. When I did so he pushed
his cock between my lips chuckling suck it bitch, show us you
like sucking cock as much as you like having your snatch pounded.
I didn't have much of a chance to ponder his callous remark
because the soldier who'd climbed from the front seat was now
pulling at me, twisting me, turning me about and in short order I
found myself on my knees with my ass in the air. Before me the
cock I had started to suck waved like a hula dancer and before I
realized what I was doing I reached out pulling it once more to
my mouth and engulfing it. Behind me I felt the other soldier
prying my legs apart and again without conscious thought I spread
my legs planting my left foot on the floor of the car thus
opening myself to him and a heart beat later my efforts were
rewarded as I felt his cock poke against my pussy. Grasping my
waist he pulled me backwards while at the same time humping
forward sinking what I imagined was maybe a five inch cock into
my cum drenched pussy in one forceful lunge. I was surprised that
he had entered me in one stroke, but even more so that his cock
was so skinny, probably no thicker then two fingers, and not even
the cock sliding in and out of my lips could stop my giggle as I
mentally called the one fucking me a sissy boy.

With the both of them pounding into me as rapidly as they could I
knew it would be just a matter of time before they came but I
hoped that before they did I would reach climax. Instead, like
the first soldier they left me wanting and as they pulled from me
and I fell to the seat the car doors opened and each was quickly
replaced by someone else. That we had not moved from the parking
garage had not dawned on me until that moment but I wasn't given
time to dwell on it as the two new cocks sank into me but this
time there was a difference. This time even though still bent at
the waist I had been nearly pulled from the car and my feet now
rested on the concrete allowing the soldier fucking my face to
kneel on the seat while the other, standing upright and just
outside the car worked feverishly at my cunt. That someone might
wander by and witness what was happening filtered into my brain
and just like when my husband often fucked me in places where we
might get caught I began to orgasm and not just once but several
times. That some time during one of my climaxes the two fucking
me had spent themselves and had been replaced by others I wasn't
aware of but then they too came accompanied by shouts of seven
down, two to go.

For what seemed like an eternity there were no cocks pounding
into me and without their support to hold me upright my head sank
to the seat and my quivering legs began to give way. But I was
prevented from collapsing completely when along with several
stinging slaps across my ass cheeks, accompanied by comments about
not going anywhere because someone might want seconds, fingers
tightened around my waist holding me in just such a position so
as to give whoever wanted to do so the opportunity to again fuck
me. Beyond humiliation, but with lungs heaving from exertion I
gulped air as if hyperventilating while obediently complying with
demands to gyrate my ass and beg someone to fuck me. But the only
answer to the pleas I was made to utter were snickers and
derogatory remarks of what a cock hungry slut I was along with
several more hard slaps across my bottom.

Then suddenly there was only silence, but still l continued to
gyrate my hips and plead for someone to fuck me as my befuddled
brain kept repeating the phrase seven down two to go while asking
the question why the other two did not take their turn with me.
Had seven men really used me, shot their cum into me like I was a
common slut, or was it all a dream. It had to be a dream because
hadn't I told Robert often enough that another man would never
fuck me. Yes it was all a dream, but then why were my legs so
weak and what was that sticky moistness I felt coating my inner
thighs. If this were a dream why was I breathing as if I had run
a marathon, and what was this salty  thick fluid coating my lips
and dribbling down my chin. Fingers twisted into my hair raising
my face from off the seat. At first I saw only two knees but then
a face appeared and though his lips moved no sound came to my
ears. A smile, his lips again moving and this time as if from
down a long tunnel his voice came to me telling me I was the best
piece of ass any of the others had every had. Instead of feeling
ashamed I felt only exaltation and pride that my sluttish
behavior had earned the praise of seven strangers.

Yet the pride I felt would not be total until the two remaining
soldiers had freely used and satisfied themselves upon my body.
Still though his words of praise brought a blush to my cheeks. My
eyes dropped from his face centering on his crotch as he said
that he hadn't fucked me yet but that before he did he wanted a
blow job. Obediently my fingers reached for and then pulled at
his belt as soothing words of praise spilled from his lips.
Behind me another voice asking if he could now fuck me was
answered in the affirmative by the one whose cock I was trying to
free, but I hardly took notice when he grabbed my hips and nudged
my legs apart in preparation of taking me when I caught sight of
the cock I'd finally freed. Unconsciously I salivated. Here was
the cock that I had dreamed of, the cock that I longed for.
Slowly, tenderly, almost as if I were afraid that it would
disappear I curled my fingers around it, pulling on it, stroking
it worshipfully and then I leaned forward opening my cum
encrusted lips. My tongue swiped out over it's bulbous knob and
then down its every bit of eight, nine inch almost wrist thick
length. All the cocks I'd already sucked were forgotten as again
and again my lips and tongue traveled over and around the
wondrous man flesh cradled lovingly in my hand. My nostrils
flared as I took in its musky odor, my head grew light as I
savored it's aroma just as my lips and tongue were salivating
with the taste of it.

Here was a cock I could worship and without reservation do
whatever its owner commanded of me, even if it meant giving my
body freely to untold numbers of men day after day to use however
they saw fit just as long as after each act of debauchery my
reward would be this magnificent cock. Tilting my face slightly I
licked around its thick base and then down over the golf ball
size testicles hanging below as from my puckered lips meowing
sounds like a satisfied cat would make drowned out the laughter
of all that were witnessing my whorish display of cock worship.
Back up along its thick length my lips traveled and then my
mouth, stretching wide opened to take it inside. Behind me and
all but forgotten because of the magnificent cock I was
worshiping with my mouth the cock that had been steadily and
repeatedly pounding into my cum filled stretched pussy erupted
sending its cum into me to mix with all the other that had gone
before it.. Before me the soldier possessing the wondrous cock
began to slowly move his hips in perfect time to the bobbing of
my head and before either of us was aware that it was happening
the spongy head of the cock was beating at the entrance to my
throat. I had never before had a cock in my throat, not that I
hadn't tried in an effort to pleasure Robert, but my gag reflexes
had always kicked in and I would literally spit his cock out. But
for reasons I couldn't explain I wanted this cock in my throat
more then anything else and I didn't care if I choked to death in
the process. As my lips slowly traveled down the thick length of
the marvelous cock and it once more sought entrance to my throat
I fought back my reflex to gag and instead gulped while at the
same time swallowing and lunging forward. Stars like fireworks
burst behind my tightly closed eye lids and my body quivered in
orgasmic pleasure as the head of the cock entered and filled my
throat, blocking off my air, but that didn't matter, nothing
mattered any more for this glorious instrument of fertility that
I had fantasized about was in my throat. If only its owner would
fondle my tits I thought, and as if in answer to my telepathic
plea hands closed over my tits squeezing and pulling them as the
cock jerked and plunged even deeper into my throat. As my lips
brushed into the sparse hair surrounding the base of the cock my
mind screamed for its owner to pinch and yank my nipples, and
once more as if the wonderful cock were able to read my mind
fingers closed on my nipples and began pinching and pulling with
such force as to rip them from my tits. The pain was tremendous,
but because the magnificent cock had commanded it's owner to
treat my nipples such I endured the pain, even glorying in it. My
body vibrated, my soul soared heavenward as orgasm after orgasm
enveloped me and then the cock erupted like a geyser sending its
first blast of life giving spunk directly into my stomach without
the benefit of my being able to taste the flavor of its
ejaculation. Pulling back until just the broad head of the cock
was between my lips I was able to not only taste but to swish its
next offering of warm thick spunk around in my mouth before
swallowing it. Again and again and yet again the wondrous cock
erupted in my mouth filling my oral cavity to overflowing and
sending my taste buds into overload. Each time it did so an
orgasm of my own flowed through me making me feel that if the
world were to end at that very moment I would die the most happy
and satisfied women in the universe.

Slowly my eyes opened and I looked around expecting but not
seeing any of the servicemen that had, and here I'll make a joke,
serviced me, I was alone. A tinge of disappointment surfaced as
the memory of the wondrous cock I had sucked came to me, I hadn't
got a chance to feel it between my legs. Sitting upright I leaned
forward looking across the front seat into the rear view mirror
gasping at the sight I beheld. My hair was a mess, frizzled and
in disarray with streaks of cum plastering parts of it to my
scalp. My face though mostly clean had a shiny streak trailing
from just above my right eye down over my cheek making my skin
feel drawn while from the right corner of my lips another streak
like drool trailed. Looking at my breasts I could see several
bruises and when I touched them they were tender. Further down I
could see along my inner thighs smears of cum that had or were in
the process of drying. My left stocking was torn and down past my
knee while my right stocking, though still in place had several
unexplained holes in it and my right leg just like my left had
several dark spots that looked like pinch marks. My pussy, barely
hidden by my skirt felt stretched and tender not to mention that
I felt as if I were sitting in a puddle of water. Looking around
I saw my purse siting on the floor beside the brake peddle and
with some effort I climbed from the rear seat into the front. For
a moment I thought of calling a taxi but my appearance would
likely draw too many questions and I didn't feel like I was up to
answering any inquires as to my condition. Starting the car I
slowly drove through the maze of parked automobiles and when I
reached the exit and paid the parking fee the teller gave me
questioning looks but thankfully said nothing. As the gate rose
to let me through a giggle burst from my lips at the thought that
my couple of hours of depravity with no less then nine men had
cost me twelve dollars.


                          -- The End --


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