Doreen came back to the hotel the next day, and the day after that. The bellboy frequently had several other guys there when she got there and they all wanted to fuck her. She was beginning to feel that she got the best of the bargain. She was being paid to have sex with many of the town's handsomest guys.
After about a week, she became tired. She needed a rest. "I'll be back," she said to the bellboy. "I really enjoy this, but I think a week off will be good for all of us."
"Who're you kiddin'?" he asked. "You took a fuckin' job and you ain't gonna cop out on us now. We got some older guy who wants to fuck you up the ass, and we told him it'd be okay. You better be here tomorrow."
"An older guy?"
"Yeah, oh, not too old, 'bout sixty. He can still get it up, y'know. Be ain't like some guys who can't get no hard-on after forty."
"But I don't like older guys," she protested. "I only agreed to do this because you are all so good-looking and young."
"It just worked out that way," said the bellboy. "All any friends wanted to fuck you so took the pictures of them doin' it. You ain't really got no choice who fucks you. You'll get fucked by whoever we want."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," she said. "Especially if that guy wants to do it in the ass only like that with young guys, because it hurts, but a young cock at least makes me feel good all over."
"Tough shit, lady," snarled the boy. "You'll do it if we tell you to. He's giving us good money to fuck you up the ass, and you're gonna have to do it."
"NO," she said firmly. "I think I want to stop this. I'll have to go find another job, that's all."
The guy laughed. "Hey, it ain't that easy, y'know. We got pictures of you."
"What do you mean?" she eked.
"Well, you don't let that guy fuck you up the ass, and we're gonna mail these pictures to everyone we can think of. Everyone's gonna know what you like and that's gettin' fucked up the ass. It ain't gonna look so good for you in this town."
Doreen's face turned white. "You wouldn't really publish those pictures, would you? I thought they were just for your own use."
"Yeah, they're for my own use," said the guy, "and I'm gonna use 'em to print up lots of copies and sell 'em to everyone. That is, if you don't get fucked by this guy tomorrow."
"But that's… that's blackmail," she said, suddenly fearing that the entire community would see those pictures.
The boy grinned evilly. "I don't care whatcha call it," he said. "You're gonna do what we say you're gonna do, or we're gonna peddle those pictures. Got me?"
Doreen Miller was visibly upset. She didn't know what to do. The boy had a power over her that she couldn't control. It was terrible. She would almost even agree to it, but the guy was over sixty. How could she agree to have sex with a man like that?
"Let me think about it," she said. "I'll call you."
"Okay lady," said the boy, "but if you don't show up here tomorrow, you're gonna see your picture with a cock up your ass all over this fuckin' town."
Doreen walked home slowly. She didn't know what to do. Surely there had to be a law against that sort of thing. Of course! she said to herself. A lawyer would know. She would contact a lawyer. He would put a stop to this blackmail. She wouldn't have sex with that guy, and they couldn't distribute her picture or they'll be put in jail.
A friend had once given her the name of a lawyer. She rummaged through her desk at home to find the guy's number. When she found it, she called him, telling him that it was urgent she speak to him at once.
"I'm leaving the office now," he said. "Could you contact me in two days?"
"No, you don't understand, Mr. Elson," she said. "I must speak to you right now."
"I'm on my way home," he said, "and I'm not planning on returning to the office for two days."
"Please!" she said. "I must see you. I'm being blackmailed."
There was a long pause. "Very well," said the lawyer finally, "but you'll have to come to my home. I can see you tomorrow."
"Couldn't we talk tonight? I mean I have something very pressing tomorrow."
"Very well," said the lawyer, Horace Elson.
"But I hope you're telling me the truth. I don't like to have my time wasted."
"I won't be wasting it, Mr. Elson, I assure you." Doreen felt very pleased that she had thought of calling. Now her troubles might very well be over.
She got his home address and was there promptly at eight. He was alone in his study when she arrived. She explained the situation to him and he looked thoughtful. "Are you sure there are pictures? Perhaps they aren't telling the truth."
"No," she said, somewhat embarrassed. "They gave me a copy of one photograph. It's real."
"I see. Do you have the photograph with you?" he asked her.
"No," she said suddenly. She turned bright red. "I threw it away."
Doreen turned away when she said that. "Are you sure?" he asked her. She knew she was lying. She had the picture, in fact, in her purse, where she put it when the boy handed it to her.
"Well, maybe I still have it," she said.
"It would help," he told her. She was embarrassed about giving it to the lawyer. The picture showed her lying on her back with one guy getting his cock sucked and the other one fucking her. "Please," the lawyer said. "If you don't trust me, I can't help you."
Doreen reluctantly handed him the photograph. He looked at it and though he didn't say anything, she knew he was thinking all sorts of horrible things about her. After staring at the picture for some time, he got up and told her he would have to prepare certain papers after several calls were made. "I must check with some other lawyers about this. I'm not sure what the precedents are for it."
He went into another office so he could speak privately to some people. She sat in the chair wailing for him to return. The door soon opened, but instead of the lawyer, was a young man who looked like a younger version of the lawyer. The man's son, thought Doreen.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said the boy. "I thought my father was here." He started to go.
"He'll be back. He said he would only be a few moments." Doreen couldn't take her eyes off the boy. He was not more than eighteen and had a huge lock of curly black hair dangling over his forehead. There a something wry virile and masculine about him, and she couldn't help but stare at him.
The boy noticed her intensity, and he was intrigued by it. He walked over to the desk and sat down in a chair next to her.
"I'm Hal," he said, shaking her hand. "Dad usually doesn't see people at home, that's why I just barged in here."
"Oh, that's okay," she replied. Just looking at his body was making her juices flow, and she noticed that he was returning her gaze. His eyes seemed to be fixed on her blouse, and she wished that she had unbuttoned a few buttons. It would really give her a thrill if she knew he could see inside her blouse and look at her tits.
The boy's glance shifted to the rest of her. From the position he was seated in, she couldn't be sure if he had an erection, and as she tried to strain to see, her chair started to tip over. He got up quickly to catch her before she fell, and in doing so, the boy's glance happened upon the desk where the photograph was lying.
He looked at the picture and then looked back at her. She blushed again, realizing that the boy now would know that the picture was of her.
If he didn't have a hard-on before, he sure had one now. As he looked at that picture of her getting fucked twice at the same time, he started to long for her body. His girlfriend rarely put out for him, and he was tired of jerking off. The more he stared at the picture, the stiffer his dick got, and when he turned his attention back to her, she had unbuttoned her blouse and he could now see inside it to look at her ripe fleshy tits.
The sound of his father still on the phone was making both of them think the same thing. Did they have time to get something on with one another? Doreen could only think of what a gorgeous cock the boy must have between his legs, and she gingerly reached out to touch his bulging crotch.
He groaned with pleasure as she stroked his shaft. He leaned back and let her rub his throbbing meat over and over, causing him to feel a slight pain as his dick pressed hard against his pants.
He's so hot and horny that if she had rubbed his dong any harder, he would have shot his load right in his pants, but just when he we reaching climax, she stopped, realizing what was happening to him. She pulled her hand away and let him start to rub her breasts.
She took hold of his hand and placed it on one of her tits. The boy groaned with pleasure as she let him rub her tits and nipples all over, making her nipples as hard as tiny steel cocks.
This boy's approach was quite different from the bellboy's. Though they weren't that much different in age, Hal was much more gentle and much less experienced. She wondered if he had ever fucked a girl before, and the thought that she might be the first woman he had ever fucked started to turn her on greatly.
Her juices were gushing out of her vagina now, and as he fondled her melons, she took his other hand and placed it on her thigh. She let him feel his way towards that bushy mound between her legs, and as he did so, she knew he could feel the warm sticky juices oozing out of her slit.
She had to restrain herself from grabbing hold of the boy's zipper and pulling it down. She wanted to ram that cock up her cunt.
"Does that feel good?" she asked him as he gently pushed a finger against her luscious cunt lips.
He nodded. She could see him breathing heavily. He continued to rub a finger against her pussy, and as she spread her legs wide, his finger slid into her slit. She took hold of his wrist and gently helped him pump his finger further and further up her snatch.
The boy's dick was throbbing wildly. She ached to unzip his pants and take out his cock and balls, but she didn't want him to come right away. It was obvious that he was so hot, that a slight touching of his pecker would force his juice to come spurting out.
"Lick these," she said, cupping her tits in her hand and offering them to him. "I like it. I know you will." The boy's tongue immediately coated her entire melons with his mouth juice. He was eager to lick every part of her fleshy mounds, and as he sucked and slurped all over her tits, he began to pump his fingers so hard up her snatch that she began to cream as if it were a hard cock that was fucking her.
She couldn't stand not touching his penis anymore, and she unzipped his fly to reach in and take hold of his meat. He groaned with pleasure as she did so, and when she could touch his hard flesh, she oozed so much juice that his fingers came slipping out with her honey.
"Shove them back in," she moaned. "It feels like I'm being fucked! Ohhhhh! Does that feel good!"
The boy started to finger-fuck her again, and this time, he jabbed his fingers really deep into her crack. She spread her legs as wide as she could and rocked slowly back and forth to give herself the feeling that she was being fucked.
Doreen gently stroked the boy's sweaty balls.
"Now I want this!" she whispered to him. "I want this up my pussy! Please! Do you know how? I'll show you."
He knew how, but he also knew better than to admit it. It would turn him on even more if she thought he was fucking a woman for the first time. As she instructed him, his prong throbbed so hard that he had to shift his attention to something other than her body so that he wouldn't shoot off too quickly.
"Let me show you where it goes," she said, guiding his aching rod towards her open hole. "It's gonna slide all the way in right over here," she said, pushing her pussy lips up against his burning cock head. "Ahhhh, just like that. Ohhhhhh! You learn quick. Ohhhh! That's so good! Now push it in! Ohhhhhh! That's it! Ohhhhh! I like that! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! It's so hard! It feels so good!"
The boy's penis pressed hard up against her cunt walls. She was so hot and juiced up inside that he knew he could slide all the way along her pussy channel, but he chose to go slowly as if he needed to be taught what to do.
"How do you feel?" she asked him. "It feels good, right?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "It feels real good!" His rod started to plunge further, and further into her stomach. The warmth of her cunt surrounded his cock and as he started to pump his prick up her bush, his balls slapped against it, and, his whole body was shivering with delight.
"Fuck me harder!" she panted, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling him towards her. "Fuck me really hard!"
The boy was pounding her now as hard as he could. He rubbed his face against her tits, and sucked and licked her nipples rapidly. She felt that she was being consumed by this teen, and she loved every minute of it.
The two of them slowly sank down off the chair and onto the rug-covered floor. They rolled about the rug, his cock still pumping in and out of her snatch, and now he was grabbing hold of her ass, and starting to slide a finger into her rectum.
"No, don't do that," she moaned, feeling his finger going up her anus further and further. He wouldn't stop. He had seen her in that photograph with a cock in her mouth and one up her snatch, and even though he didn't know she got fucked up the ass, he wanted to get a feel of her shit tube. No matter what she said, she would enjoy it.
He continued to finger-fuck her asshole, and then, just before his pecker was about to bust up her hole, he drew it out of that cunt and turned her over onto her stomach.
"What're you going to do?" she asked him, tearing that he was about to drive his tool into her asshole.
"You're gonna get fucked up the ass," he said, confirming her suspicions. "I know you're gonna like it."
She hated to feel his cock leaving her pussy. It had been so long since she had been fucked up her cunt, she almost couldn't remember what it felt like to have a cock squishing about up her slit after it had shot its load of scum.
"Ahhhhhhh!!" sighed the boy as his prong slowly sank into her dark passageway. "Ohhhhh! That's so good! Ohhhhh! I like fucking asses. Ohhhhhh!"
His long hard spear plunged deeper and deeper into her anus. She felt his hands spreading her ass-cheeks really wide so that his cock could plow all the way into her rear end, but the pain wasn't very great this time. Her ass was by now becoming used to getting a stiff rigid dong stuffed up it, and she only felt pleasure a his meat pressed hard against her anal walls.
The boy was still rubbing her tits, and she could feel his fingers pinching her nipples so hard there would be small red marks all over her breasts in the morning. Still, she let him do whatever he wanted. It was hard for Doreen to resist giving in to all the pleasures that a teen wanted with her. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for a young cock.
Hal rammed his dong so hard into her shit tube that she could feel it pressing against her pussy. She longed for something hard inside her snatch, and she had to content herself with her fingers. They could never replace a hard cock fucking her cunt, but would have to do for the moment.
Hal's nuts were slapping violently against her buttocks. She realized now that he wasn't a novice, but it didn't diminish the pleasure she felt. His hard prong slashed through her anus until her clit was trembling with anticipatory pleasure.
Her juices were now starting to gush out of her slit so fast that her hand was thoroughly coated with her cunt foam. She rubbed her clit harder and harder. Hal was banging into her ass so hard that he began to cry out with pleasure as he was on the verge of shooting.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" She forgot completely where she was and she screamed at the top other lungs. Her cries brought the lawyer rushing frantically back to his study to see what all the fuss was about.
The door opened and the man's jaw dropped as he saw his son fucking his client up the ass. "HAL!" he screamed, but his son was too hot to pay any attention. His cock was ready to explode, and he rammed and pumped his meat over and over inside that woman's hot asshole.
"Get fucked!" cried Hal. "Ohhhhhh! I'm gonna shoot! Ohhhhhhhh! Baby, I'm comin'! Ohhhhh! Aiiieeeeee! I'm comin'!"
Doreen felt the thick hot jets of sperm shooting into her rectum. She wriggled with pleasure, making sure that his hot juice squirted all over her tube. It was warm and sticky, and she felt wave after wave of jetted come entering her body through her ass.
Her hands worked her pussy over quite violently. She gave herself a wild orgasm as she stimulated her clit. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure. His young cock had done wonders for her, and for a brief time she was feeling supreme ecstasy.
As the boy finished ejaculating up her asshole, he withdrew his pecker. The last of his hot semen dripped off his dick and landed against her buttocks.
"Ohh, that was so good," he mooned, not having heard the boy's father screaming at them.
Hal knew his father was there, and as he pulled off Doreen, he got up and put his cock and balls back into his pants. He tried to get out of the room without his father catching him, but the older man hit his son with such force that the boy went careening out the door.
"And as for you!" shouted the man. "You lousy fucking whore! I'm not taking your case, you slut! Get out of my house! You filthy pig! How dare you!"
Doreen was startled, but she quickly got up, adjusted her clothing and tried to argue with him. "He wanted it, too," she said lamely, as if that would make everything all right.
"I don't care!" shouted the man. "You are disgusting! You would've had a case too, 'cause those boys in the hotel do it over and over again with lots of women, but I'm not gonna handle it. You pig! You go elsewhere! Get out of here!"
Doreen hurried out the door. She cursed herself for being enslaved by young cock. She didn't know what would happen to her now. Whatever job she took would ruin her if there were young men around. She had to have young cock or she would die. Perhaps if she left town, then things might be okay. Let them sell the pictures. Who cared?
Doreen tried to tell herself that if she moved to another town things would work out all right, but in the back of her mind she knew that the same things might just happen all over again.
Discouraged, she went home after buying herself a quart of scotch. She would drink herself into a stupor and only when she revived would she think about what she was to do.
For several days, Doreen didn't leave her house. She ate every last bit of food and it was only when there was nothing left to eat that she finally decided to venture forth.
She hadn't shown up at the hotel again, and waited until the boys would actually try to sell the pictures. There was no point in going to a lawyer. It had been too humiliating to tell him what had happened. No, she would just try to live with it, if the boys should go through with their ugly plan.