Denise finished her shower and fumbled around until she found a dry, fluffy pink towel. She wondered at Thompson's choice of color, then decided it might belong to one of his girl friends. Somehow, pink didn't seem to suit the man's personality.
As Denise was carefully wiping the last droplet of water from her well formed, slender body, she heard the doorbell ring. She decided it must be the people that Thompson had mentioned. His party going to start before she had a chance to leave. She silently cursed under her breath. Her doilies were still in a pile in the middle of the living room floor. To get them back, she'd have to walk out with the towel wrapped around her.
That could be very embarrassing for her. And it might be very embarrassing for Thompson, too. Denise had no idea who these people might be. She doubted if the pastor of any church would be calling on the gambler, but one couldn't really tell.
A second consideration was the fact that Denise hadn't been paid yet. She didn't mind getting screwed twice as long as it was done as expertly as Thompson had done it. But she had to face the harsh reality of life. Without any money, she couldn't live.
If she was going to be a successful prostitute, she couldn't give her only product away without some payment. The sheer enjoyment of fucking was nice, but it didn't put food on the table.
And, Denise reminded herself, she didn't even have a table any more.
The brunette pulled the towel up around her bulging tits and tucked one corner of the fluffy fabric under so that the towel would form a sort of a sheath around her.
She glanced in the mirror and was horrified at what she saw. She had almost walked out dressed – or undressed – in the towel. It covered her symmetrically shaped boobs nicely. The bottom of the towel barely reached the center of her pert, rounded ass. The white flesh gleamed in the naked light of the bathroom and seemed to taunt her. The woman turned to fully face the mirror and found that her cunt was totally exposed. Her dark thatch of pussy hair wasn't even covered by the towel.
She hunted around in vain for a larger towel.
Denise was trapped in the bathroom unless she could sneak out and into one of Thompson's bedrooms and find his clothing. Then, she could put on something and get the hell out of there. Money or no money, she wasn't about to go trotting out in front of his guests in a towel that exposed her no matter how she arranged it.
Denise's dilemma was solved for her by the gambler. He poked his head in the small bathroom and said, "You all dried off? Come on out and join our little patty. Going to be a great orgy, you know?"
"Orgy?" Denise repeated, dazed and confused. "Yeah. About six, eight people swapping around. Hey, what's the matter with you?" Thompson said when he saw the shocked expression on her face.
"I… I… never mind. Could you get me my clothes? I'll be getting back to the hotel, I guess."
"Like hell you will! After I bragged what a good lay you are?"
He studied her face for another second, then added, "Okay, look, I'm sorry I forgot. You're such a hot one, my mind's all tied up with fucking you instead of other things, you dig? I'll give you four hundred to stick around."
"Four hundred to do what?" Denise didn't want to be sucked into a scene she didn't have any control over.
"What you do for a living, dammit! Just let whoever wants fuck you. And if somebody looks lonesome, go get his cock hard, then let him fuck you. That's an."
Denise's mouth almost watered at the thought of the four hundred dollars. That'd be more than enough to let her live simply until she could get a job and start making some honest money.
"All right. I'll do it. For four hundred dollars."
"Sheesh!" was all Thompson said as he started down the hall. He stopped when he was almost to the living room. He called back, "Get your ass out here!"
Denise decided the towel was useless so she dropped it to the floor of the bathroom and boldly walked out. She was shaking inside, but outwardly the woman seemed very cool and aloof.
The assembled "party" was already as naked as she was. There were three other women and five men. The disproportionate ratio of men to women was being taken care of in a couple of simple ways. One man was taking a redhead up the cunt while another fucked her ass at the same time. Another woman was screwing a well-hung dude on the far side of the room, a wet sucking noise erupting from her juicy cunt every time the man pulled his prong from her pussy.
Still another woman had the two remaining men's cocks in her mouth. Denise wondered at the woman's jaw muscles. She was sure that having her mouth pulled apart like that would hurt like hell. But the chick seemed to enjoy sucking two dicks at once.
And Denise had to admit that watching the two guys' dongs getting stuffed into the woman's mouth was something of a turn-on. She'd never tried it. Her sex life had been too rigidly controlled, too limited in scope. Between the dull and somewhat unimaginative Ray and the only slightly more adventurous Clark, she had learned little of the different sex acts a person could perform.
But every time she saw a new sex act, one that she hadn't ever considered, Denise wanted to try it.
However, Thompson was the only available male around, and his cock hung loosely between his legs. Denise smiled a little at the thought that she might have milked him for all he was worth today. He had fucked her ass, then balled her again in the shower.
Coming twice in less than an hour should have worn him out. Denise perversely wanted to find out just how much of a stud Thompson really was. Besides, she was getting paid four hundred dollars to do something. Since everyone else seemed to be pleasantly occupied, Thompson was the only one she had.
And Denise wanted to earn her money. That familiar itch deep down inside her cunt was returning. She needed a long, hard cock to satisfy her increasing sexual desires. It seemed that the more she fucked, the more fucking she needed.
That didn't seem to be so bad to the woman. Just something of a bother when Thompson probably wouldn't get a hard-on for another fifteen or twenty minutes.
"Well, tiger, looks like it's you and me!" Denise dropped to her knees and grasped his prick in both of her hands. Like a worshiper giving an offering to her God, she cradled his balls in cupped palms.
She wiggled her nose against the dull red of his knob to tease the man, then Denise pulled him towards her and stuffed his limp prick into her mouth. She tasted a variety of things on his cock. There was the unmistakable tang of Thompson's cum. Denise lapped and licked eagerly to remove the last trace of this tasty reminder of their passionate fucking in the shower.
The cum flavor was mixed in with that of the petroleum jelly. Denise didn't care for that so much, but there was another taste that, did excite her. For a moment, she couldn't identify it. She licked and sucked and ran her agile tongue up and down Thompson's slowly stiffening cock in an attempt to figure out what the tangy, slightly salty taste was that so appealed to her.
It finally dawned on Denise that this was the flavor of her own cunt juice!
She had never before tasted her own twat cream, and it was a real thrill for the gorgeous chick. She began to eagerly slurp and suck on Thompson's prick in an effort to get every bit possible off it.
By the time his dick was standing at attention and beginning to grow even more rigid with lust for the sexy cocksucker, there was nothing but the familiar tang of man musk left an his cock. Not that Denise minded in the least!
She enjoyed sampling the gambler's prick almost as much as she liked having it crammed up her cunt or asshole.
Thompson moaned and ran his fingers through her still damp hair. Denise didn't worry about tangles in her long locks of hair. She was too busy sucking cock.
A deep, resonant voice boomed out and startled Denise. Luckily, she didn't bite down on it.
Thompson's cock in reaction to the sudden voice. "Room for another?" came the vibrant voice again.
Keeping the gambler's cock firmly in her mouth, Denise rolled her eyes up slightly and turned to see a powerfully built black man standing beside them.
He had his hands resting lightly on his hips as if to frame the massive hard-on sprouting from his crotch.
Denise almost gasped when she saw the size of the man's cock. It was huge. Fully ten inches long and possessing a thickness to match the gigantic length, Denise wondered what it would be like to have a whang like that fucking into her poor, tight little pussy.
She managed to mumble and shake her head. There was no way she could take a cock that big into her mouth. Thompson's dick filled her mouth nicely, and to add to the black dude's reamer would be disastrous. It would rip her lips apart.
"Too bad. But you got some other interesting holes where I might put this!" the man said, reaching down and shaking his cock.
Denise watched in fascination as the huge, meaty pole bounced up and down. That itch inside her cunt seemed to grow. Just seeing that mighty dong gleaming black in the light of the living room seemed to magnify Denise's need to have a cock, any cock, slammed hard and fast up her twat.
She reached around Thompson's legs and found the backs of his knees. With a sudden jerk, Denise managed to get the gambler to sit down. Thompson's legs seemed to fade and die underneath him, till he ended up flat on his back, his legs raised on each side of Denise's brunette head. All the while tie was sinking to the floor, her mouth never left his cock. Denise sucked and licked as avidly as she had when she started giving him head.
That four hundred bucks was an incentive, but the idea of sucking off Thompson while the well-hung black man fucked her doggy style excited Denise even more.
To have that big, black ebony prick inside her cunt, she'd almost have been willing to pay four hundred rather than receive it.
Her brunette head burrowed into Thompson's groin as her mouth sucked and tongued his dick. On her knees, Denise's pussy was fully exposed and spread wide open for the black man to jab his stiff home cock into.
Denise almost cried out when it was apparent that the black man wasn't going to fuck her cunt.
He was going to screw her ass!
Denise was suddenly terrified. She no longer had a virgin ass, but Thompson's prick was nowhere near as large as this guy's. He could literally rip her guts apart with his mighty tool. He could fuck up and down inside her asshole and destroy her innards with each thrust.
The deep voice came from behind. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Duke."
The next thing Denise remembered was being slammed forward to fall prone on Thompson's chest. She had to let his now firm, throbbingly erect cock slide out of her mouth, because Duke had slammed into her so hard that she could not withstand the force. It had knocked her flat onto Thompson.
Thompson complained. "Goddammit, Duke! Watch where you're shoving with that prick of yours! You could have had her rip off my family jewels!"
Duke laughed, rich, vibrant and long. "You silly son of a bitch! You'd never miss such a pitiful set of balls!"
"Now, look, you black bastard…" Thompson started, only to be cut off by Denise.
"Hey! Cool it, you two. Let me get back to sucking your cock, Thompson. And Duke, take it easy with that prick of yours. I'm just a tiny little girl." Duke laughed while Thompson glowered. But the arrangement seemed to suit them both very well. The gambler leaned back on his elbows and watched Denise lower her head again to blow him.
She tensed her butt as she felt Duke approach her again, knowing what it would be like to have that telephone pole of his shoved up her ass.
It would hurt like hell.
As if he had just tried the savage entry into her asshole to make a point, the black man gently nudged forward until the coal black tip of his cock started to intrude into Denise's wet cunt.
She was flowing with cunt juice. This was what the man needed to properly oil his prick for entry up her ass.
Duke's monster of a cock slowly entered Denise's snatch. She felt it edge into her hole and stretch her cunt until she wanted to screw. If he had fucked into her as hard as he could, she would have passed out from the pain. His prick was simply too big and too long to easily be accommodated in her tight, hot little cunt.
Denise seemed to realize this as he stroked forward to press his prick with her cunt juices, and he took his time. Denise felt his hands grip her hips, pull her back to meet his long tube of hard meat. The ebony prick was completely stuffed inside her cunt within a minute.
Denise could only moan and suck harder at Thompson's prick. The gambler enjoyed the blowjob, even if he didn't fully realize why she was becoming so much more aroused as Duke's whang entered her snatch.
The gambler couldn't have any idea at all what it felt like to have ten inches of jet black coal rammed into an impossibly, tight cunt. Denise gloried in the feeling, reveled in the sensations that flooded her body. Warmth began to diffuse from her cunt into her belly. Tingly feelings ran up and down her spine until she had goosebumps all over her satiny skinned back.
As Duke started to pull out, his plug of dick created an immense vacuum inside her cunt. Denise felt as if her guts were being drawn out of her body along with the huge prick.
A slight pop resulted when Duke finally jerked the last millimeter of his ten-inch dong from Denise's grasping pussy. He didn't want to fuck her cunt, although he knew it would have been fun because of the tightness he felt while inside her.
Fucking her ass would be even more fun.
Powerful black fingers flipped the snowy white asscheeks and pulled the meaty globes apart. The humid crease of Denise's butt was exposed. At the bottom of the dank crack was the puckered hole of her bung. This was Duke's entryway into the long, tight passage of Denise's bowels.
Duke's mighty prick pushed against the hesitant, resisting muscle. This time, Denise tried to concentrate. She wanted to relax, wanted that incredibly massive prick shoved into her asshole.
This wasn't the same as having Thompson ream her out for the first time. She was experienced now.
And she would experience the ultimate in ass fucking from Duke. Never had the brunette seen such a well-hung stud, and to have him up her ass would be the thrill of a lifetime.
She almost wished she hadn't taken a full mouth of cock. Although she wanted to continue giving Thompson the blow job she had started, since he was the one paying for this orgy and she felt obligated to give him as much in return for his money as possible. She wanted to be able to scream and yell and cry out her passions when that mighty black cock entered her ass and sailed up her rectum!
All that she could do was mutter a, "UMMMM!" around the shaft of Thompson's cock.
As Duke worked his way up her asshole, Denise almost fainted. The stretched feeling was simply unbearable. She was twisted and pulled and yanked in directions she didn't know existed. Her insides felt like fire ants had been turned loose. She burned. She was on fire. Napalm seared at her delicate internal tissues. Add ate away at her nerves.
When Duke's prick was fully buried in her ass, Denise did manage to cry out, "Oooohhhh, shiiit! Fuck me, you black son of a bitch! Don't just leave it up meeee!"
Duke's laughter seemed to taunt her. He was enjoying her discomfort. The black man knew how much she was being torn apart and delighted in the power he had over her. As long as Denise was impaled on his spike of dick, she wasn't going anywhere. In fact he could drive her wild by the smallest twitch of his hips.
Just to be sure, Duke tried it. He rotated his powerful hips the smallest amount. His mighty rod inside Denise's ass seemed to swing to and fro in a mighty arc that was going to rip the woman asunder.
Duke laughed again. "What's a matter, hanky bitch? Ain't you never had a real cock in you before?"
He laughed again, then began to pull his dong from her humid bowels. When only his knob remained inside Denise's asshole, Duke shoved forward again. This was no gradual entry. This was a hard thrust.
Denise grunted, but she said nothing. She wasn't going to give Duke the satisfaction.
Her peace of mind lasted only an instant. Duke began to really fuck her tight little bung. Denise couldn't control her body. She began to buck back to meet the ten-inch thrust up her shit-chute, her body hunching and humping to cram every single millimeter of Duke's cock into her guts.
Duke chuckled as he picked up the tempo. He bucked faster and faster, delighting in the feel of friction along his entire ten inches of cast iron prong. He had to admit that this white chick was something special. Most of the whores that Thompson picked up had cunts that gaped open and assholes you could drive a Mack truck into.
Not this brunette chick. Not Denise. Duke had found her cunt clutching hard at his prick. That wasn't unusual for him. What was very unusual was the strength with which she clamped down on his cock.
And the flaming hot ass! That was something the black pimp had searched all over Vegas for and never found. He loved ass fucking. There was something special about the gently rounded, gleaming white globes of asscheek that turned him on in a big way.
He had his pick of any of half a hundred whores. His stable was the biggest and best in all of Clark County. He made sure that all of his girls were in top form by fucking them from time to time himself, liking to think of it as an on site inspection tour.
What was completely different was the power with which Denise clamped around him. The heat built up quickly and seemed to burn at him. As much friction as he was generating with his fucking, he began to wonder if he'd burn any of his ten inches off.
Denise couldn't bear the feeling of his prick inside her ass any longer. As Duke fucked into her butt with a particularly deep and hard thrust, she came, her orgasm blotting out the sounds of the other people in the room while they fucked, even blanking out the taste of Thompson's cock in her mouth.
She was abandoned in a universe where all that existed was a ten-inch cock and her tiny asshole.
As her inner muscles tightened with orgasm, Duke suddenly realized how vulnerable he was. His bravado about being a big stud was half-bluff, half-true. When he felt Denise's ass flesh tighten even more around his cock, the black man positively knew that he was in immediate danger of blasting his wad off into her pulsing butt.
That would have been humiliating. He prided himself on fucking four or five chicks before creaming one of them, and here was the very first one bringing him off like a teenaged kid with his first piece of ass.
As Duke felt the cum rising along his dick, he decided that fucking this lovely white ass wasn't bad at all, and it couldn't be any disgrace to blast out his cum after only ten minutes of fucking.
Denise was such a hot one, she could give a stone statue a hard-on. Duke let his jism blast and burn out of the tip of his cock while he closed his eyes and let the heat from her asshole fill his groin.
The fiery load from Duke's balls splattered into Denise's bowels. She felt the heated impact of his cum as she came down from her own orgasm, and the burning in her loins ignited another orgasm. The woman gasped, then clawed at the carpeting as her body shivered and contorted through another physically racking climax.
When her body let her experience the world around her again, Duke's cock had gone limp and dribbled out of her bung. With the huge plug of meat gone from her shitter, Denise could concentrate on giving Thompson a good blowjob again.
His cock had grown progressively firmer in her mouth. Now that she had come and Duke's black cock no longer tormented and twisted in her bowels, Denise could give her full attentions to the shaft of tasty meat in her mouth.
Her tongue lashed out and tried to poke its way down the pinprick hole in the end of Thompson's cock. Denise knew that her effort was doomed to failure, but she didn't care. Just trying gave her pleasure. And from the way the gambler bucked and thrashed underneath her, it had to give him a hell of a lot of pleasure, too.
As Thompson laced his fingers through her hair to guide the motion of her head up and down his prong, he croaked in a lust dulled voice; "Keep suckin', baby, keep suckin'! That's so damned gooood!"
Denise sucked his cock as hard as she could.
Her tongue swirled around the spire of man meat in her mouth and bathed every square millimeter of Thompson's shaft with her saliva. He was wet from the very tip of his cock all the way down to his hairy balls. Denise missed no patch of skin on his aroused prick, no matter how small, with her tongue as she licked and lapped at him like his dick was some sexy kind of lollipop.
She moved her head up and down his shaft, taking his rod fully into her mouth, then pushed against the tip of his knob with her tongue. The suction she applied kept the man in a constant state of intense arousal. The tonguing she meted out to him whipped him to a sexual frenzy that had to result in his climax.
For Thompson, coming again was painful. Denise had drained his balls twice that day. He had fucked her ass long and hard and jetted out his cum. She had virtually milked him of his jism again in the shower, using her eager, hungry cunt.
As Thompson's groin pulsed and burned, his balls made a convulsive effort and shot out a few spurts of cum. It wasn't much, but after fucking Denise twice in quick succession, it was about all that was humanly possible.
As the first sticky gob of his cum touched her tongue, Denise smeared it all over her tastebuds. The jism was a gourmet's treat for her, for the faint taste that had lingered on the gambler's cock had only been an appetizer.
Now she wanted the main course.
Denise was virtually robbed of her reward for sucking so long and well on the man's dong. The second jet of jism was more of a trickle out of the tiny hole in the middle of the purpled hood at the end of his prick. Thompson simply didn't have any more cum stored in his balls to squirt out into the woman's hungering mouth.
Denise licked her lips after she felt the man's prong begin to go limp almost immediately after shooting off.
She was disappointed, but she couldn't really show it. Denise didn't want to make Thompson mad by complaining about what a rotten thing it was that he didn't have any more spunk in him than two tiny squirts. She wanted more of his cock, but most of all, she wanted the four hundred dollars he had promised her.
Denise looked at him and quickly decided that it would be a while before he could give her the money. The gambler had curled up on the floor and had begun to snore.
She had completely exhausted him.