How Michelle Became A Fucktoy Chapter 1
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Michelle and Dave began to see each other fairly regularly after that. However, they still had to keep their affair secret. Dave stood to lose a lot if the word got out about his fucking his employee's barely-legal daughter. His marriage, his job, his family would all be gone. Being in the advertising business, he knew what this would do to any chance of finding another job as well. Even moving wouldn't make it less painful... this was something that would follow him no matter how far he moved away.
Michelle would not escape unharmed if their illicit affair became public knowledge either. There would be serious ramifications for her as well, the very least of which would be that she couldn't see the man that had made her so very happy. So it was vitally important that their rendezvous be kept totally hidden.
They took great pains in doing just that. They would text each other to figure out when and where to meet. Dave would show up in a rented vehicle so his car wouldn't be spotted somewhere it shouldn't have been. They paid cash for everything. They registered in small-time hotels under assumed names. Whatever they had to do, they did to keep from being caught.
These meetings were hard-fucking, animal sex sessions... they often didn't have time for soft cuddles and romance. They squeezed every minute together they could, and they made the most of them all. Dave was like a man possessed - he took out his raunchiest, filthiest, most perverse sexual fantasies out on her and she loved every bit of it. It seemed like the more twisted and dirty the idea, the more she liked it. Michelle had broken free of her parents strict moral upbringing, and she was making up for lost time!
One of the things Dave spent a lot of time doing with her was trying to get her past her past. He didn't want her to be that young Catholic girl from a sexually phobic family. He wanted her to be a young, hot, sexy little fucktoy. His fucktoy... willing and ready to fulfill his every deviant desire. He taught her to talk dirty during sex. "Use your words," he would say. He wanted her to tell him how much she loved his thick, hard cock, how much she wanted him to fuck her, how she wanted to feel him cum inside her. And how she was his little slut and his fucktoy... willing to please him in any way he wanted.
One of Michelle favorite activities was when Dave would fuck her from behind. This was something she knew her father was absolutely against - and the taboo aspect of it made it all the more exciting, erotic, and hot for Michelle! Dave would pound her pussy and occasionally he'd push his thumb into her ass as an added treat. He told her how hot his little fucktoy was and how tight her cunt and ass were. And how this was the only thing she was good for. She loved it all, his words drove her wild!
Dave also would tell her that he wanted to share her with his friends - that he should take her to a bar sometime and tie her to the toilet and let everyone have a turn at her... he'd even charge admission! And because she was such a fucking slut, she would enjoy it all and beg for more! This particular fantasy never failed to make her wetter, hornier, and make her cum harder than ever! And she dreamed about just such events when she was at home in her own bed as well - always leaving her with a delightful wet spot and a happy smile afterwards!
Sometimes in his text messages, Dave would tell her what he wanted her to wear. He had been to her apartment a couple times and he knew what she had for clothing... he had already picked out the clothes he liked for her to wear.
One day while Michelle was at home, she got a knock on the door. Her parents were both at work so she answered the door. It was a package from Dave. Excited, she brought it inside and set it on the table, opening it quickly but carefully. What could it be? she wondered. As she opened the box, she saw it was a dress.
But not just any dress. This was a skin-tight black latex minidress! It had a full length zipper in the front and it was so short it looked almost like it was made for a girl half her size! It was very sexy and made her wet just looking at it. She also found in the box a pair of thigh top stockings and some slutty clear heels like strippers and hooker wore. There was also an envelope and when she opened it she found a note from Dave:
Hello fucktoy;
I bought you this outfit because I know your wardrobe doesn't have anything real slutty and I want you to look especially good tomorrow when we meet. So I want you to wear this outfit for me then. Now I will meet you on the corner of Euclid and 49th Street. I will pick you up there. Make sure you look slutty for me!
Dave
Michelle smiled as she read his note. He must have something really fun planned to go to all this trouble! she thought to herself. That day she decided to go shopping, and one of the things she wanted to get was some makeup. Michelle didn't have much in the way of makeup - she wasn't allowed makeup because as her father would always say, "Makeup is for whores. Good girls don't wear makeup!" Well Michelle was tired of being a "good girl"!
The next evening, about an hour or so before she was supposed to meet Dave for their playtime, she left the house giving her parents a vague destination where she was going. They were into a television program, so they didn't pay much attention. She had stashed her outfit and makeup bag in the car earlier that day, so she pulled out of the driveway and headed to her destination.
She stopped a couple blocks from where she was to meet Dave at a Quick-Stop convenience store. She took her dress and makeup bag into the ladies room in the back of the store. It wasn't the cleanest place she ever saw, but it would do for what she had in mind. She quickly changed clothes folding her regular clothes up neatly and sitting them on the baby changer platform.
Once she had her dress, stockings, and heels on, she went to check out her look in the full length mirror. She couldn't believe what she saw. There standing in the mirror was a smoking hot woman wearing a very tight, very short black latex dress, thigh-top seamed black stockings, and sexy clear CFM heels. The dress was so short she could easily see the tops of her stockings a inch or so below the hem. It barely covered her crotch it was so short. And it was so tight that if it was cold out, she could have seen her goosebumps through it!
Now that she was dressed, it was time for her makeup. Although she hadn't worn makeup before this, she did know how to apply it from her friends at school that wore it. And she had learned how to put on the dark eye shadow, mascara, and other things that would make her look like the slut Dave was wanting. So she took her time to make sure she got everything perfect - she so wanted him to see her at her best.
When she had finished, she looked once more at herself and satisfied, she walked out of the bathroom. She put her clothes in the car and then locked it. It would be safe parked there since the Quick-Stop was open 24 hours a day, and she wouldn't be gone all that long anyway. She walked out to the side of the road, and stood there waiting for Dave to arrive. As she waited there, several cars slowed to a crawl as they went past, obviously thinking she was a hooker, and the idea got her so wet.
Every car that rolled past and slowed down with its driver eyeing her got Michelle hornier and hornier. She didn't move towards any of the cars when they pulled up, however, like a real hooker would so none of them stopped.
Dave was twenty minutes late by now and Michelle was so horny she was finding it very difficult not to touch herself. Standing there in her tight dress, her latex-wrapped tits looked like they could burst free at any second, and her rock-hard nipples jutted through the rubber aching to be touched.
Then a black Cadillac with tall, thin tires on huge wire-spoke wheels pulled up, the heavy-bass music booming inside. A handsome looking black guy leaned out and brazenly asked, "Hey there foxy, how much to take you home?"
Without thinking, Michelle walked forward and bent over to face him, her tits bulging out the top of the tight dress.
"For fifty bucks you can do whatever you want to me," she said. Wait! Michelle suddenly thought, Where had that come from! What was I doing? It was if her lust had taken over.
The guy grinned mischievously and nodded his head towards to the driver, another black guy who was looking lustily at her. "Think you can handle the both of us?" he asked. Michelle bent down a bit more and saw the other man sitting next to him. The thought of being fucked by these two big black studs at the same time made her already wet pussy throb with excitement and anticipation.
"Sure, why not... but it'll cost you another fifty for your friend," she said.
"Deal," he said. Michelle smiled and got into the car, sitting on the seat between them.
As they drove off the two men introduced themselves. "My name is DeShaun, and this guy here is Marcus," the guy who first spoke to her said. The driver turned and nodded his head when his name was called.
"Hello boys, my name is Michelle," she said, as she settled into the seat.
As Marcus drove to their place, DeShaun put his hand on her thigh. Michelle couldn't help but look at DeShaun and her eyes trailed down to his crotch where she saw an enormous bulge forming. He noticed her furtive glances and smiled.
"Relax baby... you'll get fed as soon as we get home," he said, grabbing the bulge in his pants.
Michelle smiled and put her hand on his crotch. She felt the huge cock that was creating such a bulge in his pants. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and could barely close her fingers around the massive meatpole. This was going to be a challenge, but also a lot of fun!
They arrived at the men's apartment about twenty minutes later. It wasn't much to look at - certainly not as nice as her home, but she wasn't there as a home design consultant. For the purposes of her visit, a backseat in an alley in the industrial area would suffice. Besides, the seedier and more run down the place was, the more it lent itself to her hooker fantasy. This sleazy, filthy place was the perfect setting!
They went upstairs to the men's apartment on the third floor. They let her go up the stairs ahead of them, and commented on the view as they made their way up the old staircase.
"Damn! look at that tight ass sway! I'm gonna have fun burying my cock in that!" one of them remarked.
Then Michelle felt a hand slip between her legs and graze her wet pussy. Michelle almost stumbled, weak-kneed, as she felt him rubbing her horny, hungry pussy.
"Not me... I want to slip into something hot and wet!" the other one said.
"Now boys," Michelle said, turning around to face them, "There's plenty of holes for everyone here!" She couldn't believe she was doing this and couldn't believe the way she was talking and acting! This was the stuff of many of her hottest dreams!
Getting to the front door of the apartment. Marcus got his key out and unlocked the door, letting everyone in. The place didn't look much better on the inside than it did on the outside but to her it couldn't have looked better. The decor looked like the 1970's threw up in the apartment - cheesy popcorn ceiling, old faded wood paneling, and a filthy dirty worn out industrial carpeting that looked like it hadn't seen a vacuum since it was installed. The whole place looked worn, tattered, and stained... just this side of condemned! The perfect setting for a fifty dollar whore to ply her trade!
"DeShaun, put some music on, I'm gonna get us all a drink. What do you drink, beautiful?" Marcus asked.
"Whatever you got is fine with me," she said.
While DeShaun found some music to play, Marcus went into the kitchen to mix the drinks. DeShaun got the music going and then sat down on an old ratty sofa, patting the cushion beside him and motioning for her to come join him.
However, as she came close he took her arm and pulled her onto his lap. Michelle hiked up her tight dress and straddled him on her knees one on either side of his thighs. She sat down on his legs, her pussy instantly feeling the bulge her hand was on a few moments ago.
"Mmmm... that cock feels good..." Michelle said in a low voice. She wriggled her ass on his lap making the cock roll over her pussy lips.
DeShaun's hands were busy themselves. He ran his large hands up and down Michelle's sides and over her body until he got to the zipper in front of her dress. He slowly pulled it down as Michelle watched for his reaction, until it got down to just above her navel. Then he pulled the sides of her dress apart and Michelle's young tits popped out. He looked at her small but firm tits with their hard as pebbles nipples and smiled.
"Damn, you are ripe, baby! Those little titties are ready and willing!" he said. He pinched her young nipples tugging on them a little as Michelle let out an involuntary moan.
"Suck them! Suck my little titties!" she pleaded.
He did just as she asked, pulling her forward and fastening his mouth over one hard aching nipple. He licked and sucked and chewed on the tender morsel as Michelle mewled her delight. Michelle put her arms around his neck holding his mouth on her tit as he made a meal of her. He switched to the other nipple to give it the same attention.
Michelle was loving the feelings coming from her young tits. Dave had showed her that she had very sensitive nipples and that they got hard - and she got wet - whenever anyone licked or sucked them. Michelle moaned and pushed DeShaun's face harder onto her tits and he took that as encouragement to lick and suck harder.
DeShaun pushed her back off his lap and as she stood up she watched him pull open his fly and fish out his semi-hard cock from its prison in his boxers. Michelle looked at it in awe - it was practically the size of her forearm and it wasn't even fully hard yet.
"Oh my God!" she gasped as she stared at the monster cock. Her face gave away the lust behind it and she reached down to hold it, to stroke it it as the beast came to life, throbbing and twitching under her touch. As it grew in both length and girth and got harder, Michelle licked her lips subconsciously, purring like a kitten being petted as she stroked the black monster to attention.
Once she had gotten his cock hard and erect, she bent over lowering her mouth to his cock and sticking her ass high in the air. She took him into her watering mouth, just managing to fit the massive head inside. She could feel it throbbing and pulsing in her mouth and she began jacking the shaft with her hand while she licked at the head of his huge cock. Her other hand found her sopping pussy and she began fingering herself making herself ready for when she would try to shove this cock inside her.
DeShaun moaned as she began working his cock, and he ran his hand over her back to her ass and pulled her dress up a bit. He began rubbing his fingertip across her tight crinkled asshole, pushing lightly at the entrance. Michelle moaned around the cock in her mouth and pushed back against the finger so his fingertip entered her ass to the middle knuckle. She wriggled her ass playfully enjoying the feeling on his finger back there.
"Damn bitch" he laughed "you really dig this shit, dontcha! You like gettin' fucked in the ass do ya?"
"Mmm..." Michelle moaned. She was really working his cock with her mouth now, and DeShaun had put his other hand on the back of her head, pushing her head down onto his cock and forcing the head down her throat. She gagged at first, but he kept pushing and she managed to calm her urge to gag and accept it. His cock swelled and filled her throat until she had about ten inches of him in her mouth and down her tight throat.
"Oh damn bitch," he gasped, "your throat feels like a pussy!"
Michelle could hardly breathe, but the feeling of being used in this way was driving her wild. About this time his partner came in with the drinks.
"Shit DeShaun, can't ya even wait for a brutha!" he laughed.
DeShaun released her, and Michelle sat up gasping for breath, spit pouring from her lips all down my tits. The look on her face said it all, she was in total sluttish happiness!
"Shit Marcus, this bitch loves it! She's a total cock whore!"
Marcus laughed and handed Michelle a glass of wine. She smiled "Are you as big as him?"
"I sure am baby, maybe even bigger. And I get the feeling you hoped I was."
"Holy Shit! Bigger than this?" she said grabbing DeShaun's cock again. "Damn, I can hardly wait to see this!"
Michelle belted down half her drink in one go and then went back to sucking on DeShaun's straining erection. She arched her back, shoving her firm creamy white ass in the air, and she then felt Marcus's hands on her pushing the rubber dress up to her waist and easing open her ass cheeks. She felt the hard swollen end of his cock pushing against the opening of her wet, swollen pussy and his thumb at the entrance of her asshole.
Marcus pushed his cock slowly all the way in, he was indeed as big as DeShaun, maybe a little bigger! It felt amazing to the young girl. Spit roasted between two big black cocks, both of them moved closer and shoving their respective cocks into her further. They began fucking her hard, DeShaun's cock moving in and out the full length of her throat and Marcus slamming his fat black cock deep inside her with his thumb probing her tight ass.
The two big black cocks did their work, and very soon Michelle came as hard as she had ever cum before. But they didn't let up on her for an instant and as they continued pounding into her, Michelle came again and again until she went limp from exhaustion. Marcus had finished unzipping her dress and removing it, leaving her in just her stockings and heels.
Suddenly Michelle felt DeShaun's thick cock tense and swell a bit more in her throat. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pushing her down hard on his cock and forcing it even further down her throat until her nose was mashed against his abdomen. He let out a deep animal grunt and unloaded his cum-heavy balls straight down her throat to her gut. He shot three or four spurts of his cum into her then pulled back quickly to deposit the rest of his sticky cum on her face and hair and tits.
DeShaun moved out from under her and Marcus shoved her face into the couch, continuing to plow hard and deep into her pussy from behind. Marcus grunted as he fucked the young white girl harder than she had ever been fucked before. Even Dave had not been so merciless and forceful.
Just when she felt he would punch a hole clear through her, she felt his cock swell and he let loose with his own massive orgasm flooding her sopping pussy with a huge load of white cum. Even as he was shooting his load into her, he kept on pumping into her until he was finally spent. He pulled out and Michelle could feel their mixed juices leaking from her worn out pussy and running down her legs.
For a while Michelle just lay there, face down on the sofa, ass still in the air, drenched in cum and feeling utterly used. She was panting like a dog on a too hot day and slick with sweat. She was too weak from the exertion and from cumming so hard so many times to get up right away, but eventually she managed to sit up and finish her drink and another one, the cool liquid feeling wonderful on her parched throat.
The guys, meantime, had stood up and removed the rest of their clothes. Both DeShaun and Marcus were very well built and their semi hard cocks hung down low and long. Michelle eyed them both greedily - she still wanted more, and realized that they did too. Then her cell phone rang, Marcus took it from her small purse and checked the caller ID.
"Dave?" He smiled, "Is that your boyfriend little slut?" The phone kept on ringing.
"Kind of," she said with a little grin.
The phone stopped ringing. Marcus clicked a few buttons and held the phone up to take a picture of her draped on the sofa, in stockings and high heels, the cum of two black men dripping from her overused pussy.
"Lets see what your 'kind of' boyfriend thinks of that!" he said, as he sent the picture message to Dave's number.
"Fuck, he will love that!" she thought, "He'll probably text back asking for more!"
Marcus threw the phone on to the chair, then grabbed Michelle by the hair, hauling her to her feet, "Get that whore ass to the bedroom slut, we ain't finished with you yet!" he growled, slapping her on the ass.
DeShaun was already on the bed with a bottle of wine, stroking his beautiful black cock back to its full size. Michelle crawled onto the king-size bed towards him, making sure Marcus got a good view of her tight, sexy body as she climbed over DeShaun and kissed him deeply. As she kissed him, she reached behind and eased herself down onto the thick ten inches that had recently been jammed deep in her throat. It felt good to be full of cock again.
Michelle looked over her shoulder at Marcus, "What are you waiting for baby?" she asked and then she saw that he was slowly rubbing his erection with some sort of lubricant. Michelle knew instantly what he was going to do from the glint in his eye, as he knelt on the bed behind her while she moved slowly up and down on DeShaun's meaty pole. DeShaun was sucking on her tits greedily, and Michelle moaned her contentment - it felt great.
She glanced back at Marcus and caught his eye, his massive erection was aimed directly at her upturned ass. She reached back and pulled her ass cheek open, "Go on you big bastard! Fuck me in the ass, I want both your big dicks in me!" she cried hungrily.
With that he plowed roughly into her creamy ass, stretching her asshole so wide it hurt, but it made her shudder with a deep orgasm almost instantly.
Michelle was stuffed full of big black cock and loving it, she slumped forward onto DeShaun's chest and just let them fuck her as they wished, her whole body buzzed with orgasmic feelings and the deep unquenchable need for more cock. As they plowed in and out of her ass and pussy, their hands groping her young body, Michelle realized that something had awakened in the last few weeks... she was now unable to enjoy "normal sex" - she needed to be used like a slut, fucked hard and filthy, and the more cock the better. As these thoughts drifted through her orgasm-addled mind, Marcus strained and shot his load deep in her little ass. He pulled out, rubbing his sticky cock on her pale ass cheeks.
As she lay there riding Deshaun's lovely black cock, Marcus, still hard, had a new idea. Michelle's pussy was now hyper sensitive and she had lost count of the orgasms she'd had as they all rolled into one, but she felt a new excitement build as she realized what Marcus was going to do with his rigid 10 inches of black meat. She gasped loudly as he eased his cock into her pussy alongside the cock of his friend DeShaun!
"OH FUCK! YOU DIRTY FUCKERS! OHHH GOD YESS!!" she screamed out loud.
They both stepped up a gear and Michelle used the last of her energy to push herself back onto both their cocks until they shouted and thrust deep into her wanton, slutty pussy, emptying their last thick loads of the night into her. The three then collapsed into an exhausted heap on the bed, covered in cum and sweat.
The two guys had gotten their moneys worth, fucking Michelle until it was all she could do to walk to the car. They paid her the money, and Marcus offered to drive her back to where they picked her up (which was very sweet of him considering it was about a thirty mile round trip!).
By the time she got back to her house, it was late and Mom and Dad were in bed. Michelle called out that she was home and was going to bed, because she knew they hadn't gone to sleep (Dad would have stayed awake all night until he knew she was home safe). She was feeling lightheaded and found it difficult to walk due to the tingling buzz coming from her overused pussy and ass (God knows how much cum was in her stomach by the end of the evening). In her pocket was the 100.00 dollars and Marcus and DeShaun's number.
*
The next morning, her phone rang... it was Dave.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi Baby, I liked that picture, looks like you had a good night without me," Dave said, obviously aroused.
"Oh god Dave, it was amazing!" she said perking up a bit. She rolled over on her back as she talked to him, playing with her nipples then slipping a hand under her bottoms to see how wet her pussy was.
"I thought you would have fun if I dressed you like a whore and left you there. You can't avoid it baby, you are just a dirty little fuck toy," he said.
"Dave? You planned all that?" she asked, bewildered.
"Yeah, DeShaun and Marcus are friends of mine. I told them where you were and how you were dressed. I told them to make it look like they were picking up a whore. I just wish I could have watched you doing it.... did you have a good time?"
"Oh fuck yes, Dave, I loved it! It was amazing and I felt just like I was a real whore!" she giggled.
"Ha, you little slut Michelle, you filthy little slutwhore."
She smiled, yes she was. And it was wonderful!
Michelle would not escape unharmed if their illicit affair became public knowledge either. There would be serious ramifications for her as well, the very least of which would be that she couldn't see the man that had made her so very happy. So it was vitally important that their rendezvous be kept totally hidden.
They took great pains in doing just that. They would text each other to figure out when and where to meet. Dave would show up in a rented vehicle so his car wouldn't be spotted somewhere it shouldn't have been. They paid cash for everything. They registered in small-time hotels under assumed names. Whatever they had to do, they did to keep from being caught.
These meetings were hard-fucking, animal sex sessions... they often didn't have time for soft cuddles and romance. They squeezed every minute together they could, and they made the most of them all. Dave was like a man possessed - he took out his raunchiest, filthiest, most perverse sexual fantasies out on her and she loved every bit of it. It seemed like the more twisted and dirty the idea, the more she liked it. Michelle had broken free of her parents strict moral upbringing, and she was making up for lost time!
One of the things Dave spent a lot of time doing with her was trying to get her past her past. He didn't want her to be that young Catholic girl from a sexually phobic family. He wanted her to be a young, hot, sexy little fucktoy. His fucktoy... willing and ready to fulfill his every deviant desire. He taught her to talk dirty during sex. "Use your words," he would say. He wanted her to tell him how much she loved his thick, hard cock, how much she wanted him to fuck her, how she wanted to feel him cum inside her. And how she was his little slut and his fucktoy... willing to please him in any way he wanted.
One of Michelle favorite activities was when Dave would fuck her from behind. This was something she knew her father was absolutely against - and the taboo aspect of it made it all the more exciting, erotic, and hot for Michelle! Dave would pound her pussy and occasionally he'd push his thumb into her ass as an added treat. He told her how hot his little fucktoy was and how tight her cunt and ass were. And how this was the only thing she was good for. She loved it all, his words drove her wild!
Dave also would tell her that he wanted to share her with his friends - that he should take her to a bar sometime and tie her to the toilet and let everyone have a turn at her... he'd even charge admission! And because she was such a fucking slut, she would enjoy it all and beg for more! This particular fantasy never failed to make her wetter, hornier, and make her cum harder than ever! And she dreamed about just such events when she was at home in her own bed as well - always leaving her with a delightful wet spot and a happy smile afterwards!
Sometimes in his text messages, Dave would tell her what he wanted her to wear. He had been to her apartment a couple times and he knew what she had for clothing... he had already picked out the clothes he liked for her to wear.
One day while Michelle was at home, she got a knock on the door. Her parents were both at work so she answered the door. It was a package from Dave. Excited, she brought it inside and set it on the table, opening it quickly but carefully. What could it be? she wondered. As she opened the box, she saw it was a dress.
But not just any dress. This was a skin-tight black latex minidress! It had a full length zipper in the front and it was so short it looked almost like it was made for a girl half her size! It was very sexy and made her wet just looking at it. She also found in the box a pair of thigh top stockings and some slutty clear heels like strippers and hooker wore. There was also an envelope and when she opened it she found a note from Dave:
Hello fucktoy;
I bought you this outfit because I know your wardrobe doesn't have anything real slutty and I want you to look especially good tomorrow when we meet. So I want you to wear this outfit for me then. Now I will meet you on the corner of Euclid and 49th Street. I will pick you up there. Make sure you look slutty for me!
Dave
Michelle smiled as she read his note. He must have something really fun planned to go to all this trouble! she thought to herself. That day she decided to go shopping, and one of the things she wanted to get was some makeup. Michelle didn't have much in the way of makeup - she wasn't allowed makeup because as her father would always say, "Makeup is for whores. Good girls don't wear makeup!" Well Michelle was tired of being a "good girl"!
The next evening, about an hour or so before she was supposed to meet Dave for their playtime, she left the house giving her parents a vague destination where she was going. They were into a television program, so they didn't pay much attention. She had stashed her outfit and makeup bag in the car earlier that day, so she pulled out of the driveway and headed to her destination.
She stopped a couple blocks from where she was to meet Dave at a Quick-Stop convenience store. She took her dress and makeup bag into the ladies room in the back of the store. It wasn't the cleanest place she ever saw, but it would do for what she had in mind. She quickly changed clothes folding her regular clothes up neatly and sitting them on the baby changer platform.
Once she had her dress, stockings, and heels on, she went to check out her look in the full length mirror. She couldn't believe what she saw. There standing in the mirror was a smoking hot woman wearing a very tight, very short black latex dress, thigh-top seamed black stockings, and sexy clear CFM heels. The dress was so short she could easily see the tops of her stockings a inch or so below the hem. It barely covered her crotch it was so short. And it was so tight that if it was cold out, she could have seen her goosebumps through it!
Now that she was dressed, it was time for her makeup. Although she hadn't worn makeup before this, she did know how to apply it from her friends at school that wore it. And she had learned how to put on the dark eye shadow, mascara, and other things that would make her look like the slut Dave was wanting. So she took her time to make sure she got everything perfect - she so wanted him to see her at her best.
When she had finished, she looked once more at herself and satisfied, she walked out of the bathroom. She put her clothes in the car and then locked it. It would be safe parked there since the Quick-Stop was open 24 hours a day, and she wouldn't be gone all that long anyway. She walked out to the side of the road, and stood there waiting for Dave to arrive. As she waited there, several cars slowed to a crawl as they went past, obviously thinking she was a hooker, and the idea got her so wet.
Every car that rolled past and slowed down with its driver eyeing her got Michelle hornier and hornier. She didn't move towards any of the cars when they pulled up, however, like a real hooker would so none of them stopped.
Dave was twenty minutes late by now and Michelle was so horny she was finding it very difficult not to touch herself. Standing there in her tight dress, her latex-wrapped tits looked like they could burst free at any second, and her rock-hard nipples jutted through the rubber aching to be touched.
Then a black Cadillac with tall, thin tires on huge wire-spoke wheels pulled up, the heavy-bass music booming inside. A handsome looking black guy leaned out and brazenly asked, "Hey there foxy, how much to take you home?"
Without thinking, Michelle walked forward and bent over to face him, her tits bulging out the top of the tight dress.
"For fifty bucks you can do whatever you want to me," she said. Wait! Michelle suddenly thought, Where had that come from! What was I doing? It was if her lust had taken over.
The guy grinned mischievously and nodded his head towards to the driver, another black guy who was looking lustily at her. "Think you can handle the both of us?" he asked. Michelle bent down a bit more and saw the other man sitting next to him. The thought of being fucked by these two big black studs at the same time made her already wet pussy throb with excitement and anticipation.
"Sure, why not... but it'll cost you another fifty for your friend," she said.
"Deal," he said. Michelle smiled and got into the car, sitting on the seat between them.
As they drove off the two men introduced themselves. "My name is DeShaun, and this guy here is Marcus," the guy who first spoke to her said. The driver turned and nodded his head when his name was called.
"Hello boys, my name is Michelle," she said, as she settled into the seat.
As Marcus drove to their place, DeShaun put his hand on her thigh. Michelle couldn't help but look at DeShaun and her eyes trailed down to his crotch where she saw an enormous bulge forming. He noticed her furtive glances and smiled.
"Relax baby... you'll get fed as soon as we get home," he said, grabbing the bulge in his pants.
Michelle smiled and put her hand on his crotch. She felt the huge cock that was creating such a bulge in his pants. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and could barely close her fingers around the massive meatpole. This was going to be a challenge, but also a lot of fun!
They arrived at the men's apartment about twenty minutes later. It wasn't much to look at - certainly not as nice as her home, but she wasn't there as a home design consultant. For the purposes of her visit, a backseat in an alley in the industrial area would suffice. Besides, the seedier and more run down the place was, the more it lent itself to her hooker fantasy. This sleazy, filthy place was the perfect setting!
They went upstairs to the men's apartment on the third floor. They let her go up the stairs ahead of them, and commented on the view as they made their way up the old staircase.
"Damn! look at that tight ass sway! I'm gonna have fun burying my cock in that!" one of them remarked.
Then Michelle felt a hand slip between her legs and graze her wet pussy. Michelle almost stumbled, weak-kneed, as she felt him rubbing her horny, hungry pussy.
"Not me... I want to slip into something hot and wet!" the other one said.
"Now boys," Michelle said, turning around to face them, "There's plenty of holes for everyone here!" She couldn't believe she was doing this and couldn't believe the way she was talking and acting! This was the stuff of many of her hottest dreams!
Getting to the front door of the apartment. Marcus got his key out and unlocked the door, letting everyone in. The place didn't look much better on the inside than it did on the outside but to her it couldn't have looked better. The decor looked like the 1970's threw up in the apartment - cheesy popcorn ceiling, old faded wood paneling, and a filthy dirty worn out industrial carpeting that looked like it hadn't seen a vacuum since it was installed. The whole place looked worn, tattered, and stained... just this side of condemned! The perfect setting for a fifty dollar whore to ply her trade!
"DeShaun, put some music on, I'm gonna get us all a drink. What do you drink, beautiful?" Marcus asked.
"Whatever you got is fine with me," she said.
While DeShaun found some music to play, Marcus went into the kitchen to mix the drinks. DeShaun got the music going and then sat down on an old ratty sofa, patting the cushion beside him and motioning for her to come join him.
However, as she came close he took her arm and pulled her onto his lap. Michelle hiked up her tight dress and straddled him on her knees one on either side of his thighs. She sat down on his legs, her pussy instantly feeling the bulge her hand was on a few moments ago.
"Mmmm... that cock feels good..." Michelle said in a low voice. She wriggled her ass on his lap making the cock roll over her pussy lips.
DeShaun's hands were busy themselves. He ran his large hands up and down Michelle's sides and over her body until he got to the zipper in front of her dress. He slowly pulled it down as Michelle watched for his reaction, until it got down to just above her navel. Then he pulled the sides of her dress apart and Michelle's young tits popped out. He looked at her small but firm tits with their hard as pebbles nipples and smiled.
"Damn, you are ripe, baby! Those little titties are ready and willing!" he said. He pinched her young nipples tugging on them a little as Michelle let out an involuntary moan.
"Suck them! Suck my little titties!" she pleaded.
He did just as she asked, pulling her forward and fastening his mouth over one hard aching nipple. He licked and sucked and chewed on the tender morsel as Michelle mewled her delight. Michelle put her arms around his neck holding his mouth on her tit as he made a meal of her. He switched to the other nipple to give it the same attention.
Michelle was loving the feelings coming from her young tits. Dave had showed her that she had very sensitive nipples and that they got hard - and she got wet - whenever anyone licked or sucked them. Michelle moaned and pushed DeShaun's face harder onto her tits and he took that as encouragement to lick and suck harder.
DeShaun pushed her back off his lap and as she stood up she watched him pull open his fly and fish out his semi-hard cock from its prison in his boxers. Michelle looked at it in awe - it was practically the size of her forearm and it wasn't even fully hard yet.
"Oh my God!" she gasped as she stared at the monster cock. Her face gave away the lust behind it and she reached down to hold it, to stroke it it as the beast came to life, throbbing and twitching under her touch. As it grew in both length and girth and got harder, Michelle licked her lips subconsciously, purring like a kitten being petted as she stroked the black monster to attention.
Once she had gotten his cock hard and erect, she bent over lowering her mouth to his cock and sticking her ass high in the air. She took him into her watering mouth, just managing to fit the massive head inside. She could feel it throbbing and pulsing in her mouth and she began jacking the shaft with her hand while she licked at the head of his huge cock. Her other hand found her sopping pussy and she began fingering herself making herself ready for when she would try to shove this cock inside her.
DeShaun moaned as she began working his cock, and he ran his hand over her back to her ass and pulled her dress up a bit. He began rubbing his fingertip across her tight crinkled asshole, pushing lightly at the entrance. Michelle moaned around the cock in her mouth and pushed back against the finger so his fingertip entered her ass to the middle knuckle. She wriggled her ass playfully enjoying the feeling on his finger back there.
"Damn bitch" he laughed "you really dig this shit, dontcha! You like gettin' fucked in the ass do ya?"
"Mmm..." Michelle moaned. She was really working his cock with her mouth now, and DeShaun had put his other hand on the back of her head, pushing her head down onto his cock and forcing the head down her throat. She gagged at first, but he kept pushing and she managed to calm her urge to gag and accept it. His cock swelled and filled her throat until she had about ten inches of him in her mouth and down her tight throat.
"Oh damn bitch," he gasped, "your throat feels like a pussy!"
Michelle could hardly breathe, but the feeling of being used in this way was driving her wild. About this time his partner came in with the drinks.
"Shit DeShaun, can't ya even wait for a brutha!" he laughed.
DeShaun released her, and Michelle sat up gasping for breath, spit pouring from her lips all down my tits. The look on her face said it all, she was in total sluttish happiness!
"Shit Marcus, this bitch loves it! She's a total cock whore!"
Marcus laughed and handed Michelle a glass of wine. She smiled "Are you as big as him?"
"I sure am baby, maybe even bigger. And I get the feeling you hoped I was."
"Holy Shit! Bigger than this?" she said grabbing DeShaun's cock again. "Damn, I can hardly wait to see this!"
Michelle belted down half her drink in one go and then went back to sucking on DeShaun's straining erection. She arched her back, shoving her firm creamy white ass in the air, and she then felt Marcus's hands on her pushing the rubber dress up to her waist and easing open her ass cheeks. She felt the hard swollen end of his cock pushing against the opening of her wet, swollen pussy and his thumb at the entrance of her asshole.
Marcus pushed his cock slowly all the way in, he was indeed as big as DeShaun, maybe a little bigger! It felt amazing to the young girl. Spit roasted between two big black cocks, both of them moved closer and shoving their respective cocks into her further. They began fucking her hard, DeShaun's cock moving in and out the full length of her throat and Marcus slamming his fat black cock deep inside her with his thumb probing her tight ass.
The two big black cocks did their work, and very soon Michelle came as hard as she had ever cum before. But they didn't let up on her for an instant and as they continued pounding into her, Michelle came again and again until she went limp from exhaustion. Marcus had finished unzipping her dress and removing it, leaving her in just her stockings and heels.
Suddenly Michelle felt DeShaun's thick cock tense and swell a bit more in her throat. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pushing her down hard on his cock and forcing it even further down her throat until her nose was mashed against his abdomen. He let out a deep animal grunt and unloaded his cum-heavy balls straight down her throat to her gut. He shot three or four spurts of his cum into her then pulled back quickly to deposit the rest of his sticky cum on her face and hair and tits.
DeShaun moved out from under her and Marcus shoved her face into the couch, continuing to plow hard and deep into her pussy from behind. Marcus grunted as he fucked the young white girl harder than she had ever been fucked before. Even Dave had not been so merciless and forceful.
Just when she felt he would punch a hole clear through her, she felt his cock swell and he let loose with his own massive orgasm flooding her sopping pussy with a huge load of white cum. Even as he was shooting his load into her, he kept on pumping into her until he was finally spent. He pulled out and Michelle could feel their mixed juices leaking from her worn out pussy and running down her legs.
For a while Michelle just lay there, face down on the sofa, ass still in the air, drenched in cum and feeling utterly used. She was panting like a dog on a too hot day and slick with sweat. She was too weak from the exertion and from cumming so hard so many times to get up right away, but eventually she managed to sit up and finish her drink and another one, the cool liquid feeling wonderful on her parched throat.
The guys, meantime, had stood up and removed the rest of their clothes. Both DeShaun and Marcus were very well built and their semi hard cocks hung down low and long. Michelle eyed them both greedily - she still wanted more, and realized that they did too. Then her cell phone rang, Marcus took it from her small purse and checked the caller ID.
"Dave?" He smiled, "Is that your boyfriend little slut?" The phone kept on ringing.
"Kind of," she said with a little grin.
The phone stopped ringing. Marcus clicked a few buttons and held the phone up to take a picture of her draped on the sofa, in stockings and high heels, the cum of two black men dripping from her overused pussy.
"Lets see what your 'kind of' boyfriend thinks of that!" he said, as he sent the picture message to Dave's number.
"Fuck, he will love that!" she thought, "He'll probably text back asking for more!"
Marcus threw the phone on to the chair, then grabbed Michelle by the hair, hauling her to her feet, "Get that whore ass to the bedroom slut, we ain't finished with you yet!" he growled, slapping her on the ass.
DeShaun was already on the bed with a bottle of wine, stroking his beautiful black cock back to its full size. Michelle crawled onto the king-size bed towards him, making sure Marcus got a good view of her tight, sexy body as she climbed over DeShaun and kissed him deeply. As she kissed him, she reached behind and eased herself down onto the thick ten inches that had recently been jammed deep in her throat. It felt good to be full of cock again.
Michelle looked over her shoulder at Marcus, "What are you waiting for baby?" she asked and then she saw that he was slowly rubbing his erection with some sort of lubricant. Michelle knew instantly what he was going to do from the glint in his eye, as he knelt on the bed behind her while she moved slowly up and down on DeShaun's meaty pole. DeShaun was sucking on her tits greedily, and Michelle moaned her contentment - it felt great.
She glanced back at Marcus and caught his eye, his massive erection was aimed directly at her upturned ass. She reached back and pulled her ass cheek open, "Go on you big bastard! Fuck me in the ass, I want both your big dicks in me!" she cried hungrily.
With that he plowed roughly into her creamy ass, stretching her asshole so wide it hurt, but it made her shudder with a deep orgasm almost instantly.
Michelle was stuffed full of big black cock and loving it, she slumped forward onto DeShaun's chest and just let them fuck her as they wished, her whole body buzzed with orgasmic feelings and the deep unquenchable need for more cock. As they plowed in and out of her ass and pussy, their hands groping her young body, Michelle realized that something had awakened in the last few weeks... she was now unable to enjoy "normal sex" - she needed to be used like a slut, fucked hard and filthy, and the more cock the better. As these thoughts drifted through her orgasm-addled mind, Marcus strained and shot his load deep in her little ass. He pulled out, rubbing his sticky cock on her pale ass cheeks.
As she lay there riding Deshaun's lovely black cock, Marcus, still hard, had a new idea. Michelle's pussy was now hyper sensitive and she had lost count of the orgasms she'd had as they all rolled into one, but she felt a new excitement build as she realized what Marcus was going to do with his rigid 10 inches of black meat. She gasped loudly as he eased his cock into her pussy alongside the cock of his friend DeShaun!
"OH FUCK! YOU DIRTY FUCKERS! OHHH GOD YESS!!" she screamed out loud.
They both stepped up a gear and Michelle used the last of her energy to push herself back onto both their cocks until they shouted and thrust deep into her wanton, slutty pussy, emptying their last thick loads of the night into her. The three then collapsed into an exhausted heap on the bed, covered in cum and sweat.
The two guys had gotten their moneys worth, fucking Michelle until it was all she could do to walk to the car. They paid her the money, and Marcus offered to drive her back to where they picked her up (which was very sweet of him considering it was about a thirty mile round trip!).
By the time she got back to her house, it was late and Mom and Dad were in bed. Michelle called out that she was home and was going to bed, because she knew they hadn't gone to sleep (Dad would have stayed awake all night until he knew she was home safe). She was feeling lightheaded and found it difficult to walk due to the tingling buzz coming from her overused pussy and ass (God knows how much cum was in her stomach by the end of the evening). In her pocket was the 100.00 dollars and Marcus and DeShaun's number.
*
The next morning, her phone rang... it was Dave.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi Baby, I liked that picture, looks like you had a good night without me," Dave said, obviously aroused.
"Oh god Dave, it was amazing!" she said perking up a bit. She rolled over on her back as she talked to him, playing with her nipples then slipping a hand under her bottoms to see how wet her pussy was.
"I thought you would have fun if I dressed you like a whore and left you there. You can't avoid it baby, you are just a dirty little fuck toy," he said.
"Dave? You planned all that?" she asked, bewildered.
"Yeah, DeShaun and Marcus are friends of mine. I told them where you were and how you were dressed. I told them to make it look like they were picking up a whore. I just wish I could have watched you doing it.... did you have a good time?"
"Oh fuck yes, Dave, I loved it! It was amazing and I felt just like I was a real whore!" she giggled.
"Ha, you little slut Michelle, you filthy little slutwhore."
She smiled, yes she was. And it was wonderful!
Cathalina
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