By K.C. Cave
[erotica, hardcore, sex toy, MF sex, serial gang bang, group sex, oral sex, cum, pussy ]
The set up:
Buoyed by her sexual exploits with a strap-on vibrator (Alison’s New Toy, book 1), Alison is proud of her sluttiness. She’s a fuck junkie and needs more.
Then she brags to her old fuck buddy, Tommy, who’s not impressed: “You call that, cheap, Allie? That’s a good weekend. You wanna feel cheap? I know a way to make you feel really cheap.”
Tonight, Tommy will take her to a crummy bar, where he sets up a serial gangbang on a ripped pool table in the back room.
Instead of a campus intellectual and a girl cop, Alison will satisfy seven fuck-crazed men—construction and steel mill workers. She’ll dress the part: her shortest miniskirt, a push-up bra and a top with a plunging neckline. She’ll layer on the makeup and wear fuck-me shoes. And she’ll shave her pussy. Because that’s what real sluts do.
Alison says yes. And she’s scared…
I took a deep breath and walked in. Shoulders back, I swung my hips and strolled toward the bar. A hush fell across the dimly lit room, and just about every man in the place—which was just about everyone—drank me in. I passed a table with three star-struck guys licking their lips. I dragged a finger along the table top as I sauntered by. Their eyes were glued to my breasts, just about popping out of my low-cut top.
The vibrator lit up my pussy. I inhaled involuntarily as another burst of sexual energy blasted my pelvis. My pussy, freshly lubed, got wetter. Tommy switched it off. Thanks to the device, my body was responding faster than my mind. It wanted to fuck. And that feeling was delicious.
Fred, the bartender, nodded to me and moved to the right. I stood across the bar in front of him, slowly swung my hips around, and settled on the stool.
“What’ll it be, miss?”
“No got. Beer?”
I nodded. I hated beer, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t thirsty. Turning to say something to Tommy, I was surprised to discover he wasn’t with me. I thought he was right behind during my sexy sashay to the bar. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him leaning against the wall near the door, with a barely suppressed grin on his face. I got another burst in the crotch. That remote had good range.
The next thing I knew, a guy was sitting in the stool next to me. “Excuse me, but you’re just too good looking to sit here all alone.”
Thirty-ish, medium build, not bad looking. Okay, showtime.
“I hate to be alone, too,” I said, doing my best to purr. Tommy hit the remote and my pussy throbbed. “Let’s go someplace.”
“Special offer, good only for the evening. I’m going to be the cheapest piece of ass you never paid for. Free.”
“Lady, whatever you say. Your place or mine?”
I stood and there was Tommy, around the corner of the bar, against the back wall. A hallway led off the barroom.
I took my new friend by the hand and walked past Tommy. I was leading with my tits, my ass swinging. Down the hall to the left was a doorway. Tommy opened the door, and we walked in. It was a small storage room with boxes piled high on one side and the pool table facing the door, paper towels on top. A single bare light bulb on the ceiling lighted the room.
I turned to him and put my hands on his crotch. He was already hard. “Let’s make this fast, cowboy. I want you to fuck me right now. And hard. Okay?”
Word count: 6,800
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Word count: 9,600
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