A Kink In Time, Part 2 free porn video

Judi held my cock in her hand, gripping it by the 'handle'. It was flaccid, but when her lips kissed the head, I could sense her lips touching my skin. "Oh", I exclaimed. "I felt that." She then put my dick in her mouth like a popsicle and moved it in and out. The sensations were firing off in my head and I could feel my shaft growing hard in her mouth. "How is that possible?" I was flabbergasted. Judi squeezed my balls and I felt that as well. Selima said, "We don't know what the radius is, but in fairly close proximity you're still connected in a sensory fashion. But that's not the best part." Judi took my ten-inch cock out of her mouth and rubbed it against my new pussy lips. Watching this, I could feel how moist I was. She touched my clit and I yelped. It was so sensitive it couldn't be touched, not yet anyway. But I knew what was coming. She slipped it inside my vagina and I thought I was going to die. I was feeling both sides of the sex now and my brain was struggling to keep up. The feeling of the first penetration into my shiny new pussy was amazing. I was so wet and slippery that Judi buried it easily deep in my snatch. I could tell she was enjoying this. "Do you like me fucking you with your own big cock, you slut?" she growled. I could only mewl softly in response as I felt my balls slap against my cunt with every stroke. I could feel my cock getting ready to cum, and Judi knew exactly how to fuck me so that I was nearing my first full-blown female orgasm as well. Tears streamed down my cheeks at the intensity of it all. I reached down and grabbed Judi's wrist, locking my dick in place inside me. Then I convulsed in a screaming double cum. I held the cock for a long time, riding the waves of bliss as I ripped through multiple vaginal orgasms. I heard Selima say, "Wow, you got even crazier than Judi did when I fucked her with her own cock. Amazing." Amazing didn't even begin to describe it, I thought. "How is this possible?" I asked through my panting. "Not sure", said Selima. "It's like it's still alive even though it's separated from you, and the sensations it feels and generates are hardwired into your brain. It has all kinds of possibilities." Judi smiled. "The best part is that-" she was sitting on a chair with her legs hiked up- "you can plug it back in." I watched, stunned, as she inserted the handle of her cock into her pussy, followed by a little shudder as the thing locked into place. It melded seamlessly into her crotch, and no trace of her female genitalia could be seen, just a hard and hungry cock. "I can feel my balls recharging when I do this, and it's really awesome. I think you need to plug in every once in a while, more if you fuck a lot, I guess." I couldn't believe we were talking about a disembodied cock as if it were an electric shaver, but there you go. I repeated the question. "How is this possible?" Selima said, "How is any of it possible? I've grown three cup sizes in the past few days, we've gone back in time 9 days and you two are slutty little high school girls. A lot of stuff isn't possible, but here we are." "Not to mention that our old selves are walking around at home, blissfully unaware of what's going to happen", said Judi. "Listen, Kayla, we're all dealing with a lot of weird shit here. We may as well have fun with it because we're not going back to the way things were." I guess that was the thing that was bothering me the most. A part of me still wanted to go back, even though I couldn't. I had to let it go. "Okay, sorry if I came across as Debbie Downer. What do you girls want to do?" "Well duh, I want to party- we're in fucking Las Vegas", said Selima. "But I had one request." She suddenly blushed furiously. "I....want to, um...." "Want to what?" I asked. Judi started to giggle. "I want to borrow your cock", she blurted out. "Can you, um, DO that?" I asked. "She already borrowed mine for a bit but I asked for it back", Judi said. She stroked hers absentmindedly. "Sure. Just use it wisely." She grabbed my cock, and just as Judi had done, she hiked up her legs to fit it into her cunt. She inserted it slowly, and when it connected, she shuddered a lot harder than Judi had. "There's a bigger transition for me", she gasped, "you're used to these things. It's a very different, very intense feeling. Wow, I just want to fuck anything and everything right now. I know what they're talking about when they say a guy is thinking with his dick." I had to laugh at that. "Can you feel this?" I said as I kissed the bulbous tip. "Oh, yes, I can feel everything you're feeling. It's pretty awesome." She was bright red. "We'd better get dressed and out of here before I fuck the brains out of both of you." My closet was full of sexy things. Had the wardrobe been a part of the room as well? I had a lot of questions, but I was going to stick to Judi's rule of 'Don't Worry, Be Happy". I pulled out a slinky form- fitting pink number that was sure to turn heads. I wore a bra to help make the most of my smallish but still growing boobies, but after thinking about it decided to pass on panties altogether. Feeling my naked, exposed pussyflesh was very exciting. The club at the hotel was called the Sarcophagus, and it was dark and noisy. I found myself moving through the crowd, 'accidentally' brushing my tits and ass against every man or woman I could see. It wasn't long before I lost track of Selima and Judi. I made my way to the bar and ordered a Heineken. I felt a large pair of tits pressing into my back as I stood at the bar, and turned around expecting Selima. What I saw instead was my stewardess friend from the plane, Marnie. "Good to see you again, Kayla", she said. I could feel her eyes surveying me hungrily. She looked so different; I guess it was the dim light or the makeup or the fact that she wasn't wearing that prim stewardess outfit, but she just oozed sexuality. The feel of her body against mine was turning me on, but I realized I wasn't getting an erection; I had nothing to erect. "I'll see you later", she cooed in my ear as I got my drink. When I turned around again she was gone, but she left a little note that just said 'Room 1118'. Damn. She'd gotten me all horny and then disappeared. I took a swig of the Heineken and surveyed the crowd. Couldn't see Judi or Selima for the life of me. "Looking for someone?" came the voice from my elbow. It was Marnie again, but she looked different. Her hair was lighter, she was dressed in jeans and a blouse, and she wasn't nearly as voluptuous as she was a few seconds ago. "Did you...were you just here before?" I asked. She looked puzzled. "I just walked in and saw you." I was confused, and she could see it on my face. It was too noisy for meaningful conversation, so she suggested that we go somewhere else. I followed her out to a cocktail lounge where a piano player made soft background music. We sat in a booth in the back. "Just so you know", she started, "I'm kind of a 'road lesbian'. I have a boyfriend back at home, but I like to indulge my, um, bisexual side when I'm away. I like to hook up with attractive women. If that's not your thing, I totally understand." Well it was refreshingly honest to say the least. "That's okay, I'm not exactly looking for any long-term relationships right now." Which was an understatement. She relaxed when she heard that. "Not every woman's as open as you are. I've had my fair share of misjudgments." We had a few more drinks, and my defenses were down. I had to remember that alcohol affected me a lot more than it used to. I was entirely too giggly, and when her hand brushed against my cleavage, I kissed her on the cheek. "Why don't we go back to my room?" she said. We were waiting for the elevator when I stared to sweat. My whole body was tingling, and I realized the reason why. Somewhere, somehow, Selima was getting her cock- MY cock- sucked. I wondered if it was Judi or someone else, but the sensations were playing hell with my composure. Marnie noticed and asked me if I was okay. "Fine, fine, I'm just a little hot, that's all." Marnie took that as a compliment and gave me a discreet pat on the ass. My libido was going off the charts, and I could feel the wetness of my pussy and the redness of my face as we got into the elevator. Once we got into the room, she saved me the trouble of having to rip her clothes off by doing it herself. She undid my little skirt and said, "No panties- you were expecting some fun tonight, weren't you?" "Oh yesss", I replied as her hands touched the fine curves of my ass. "My god, you're so wet!" she said as she gently ran the tip of her tongue up and down my slit, stopping just short of my clit. I needed it sucked so bad, and she knew it. My juices were flowing with the slightest touch, and I could feel my cock surrounded by a warm moist pussy of its own somewhere out there. The double-track I was on was going to drive me crazy. I pulled Marnie up to her feet and guided her over to the bed. When she lay down I quickly assumed the 69 position on top of her, my dripping labia just inches from her face. I feasted on her cunt, and could hear her moans muffled by the slurps of my sex. I could feel the continued pounding of my cock in some distant cunt and came up with an idea on the fly. Turning around, I spread Marnie's legs wide and settled my hips in between. Then I bucked against her in time to the thrusts I could feel from my disembodied member. Matching the rhythm was an intensely enjoyable experience. I was fucking her like a man, only our crotches were mashing together without a cock. She was slick with a mixture of both our fluids, and as I felt the male orgasm build, I quickened my pace. Marnie was clawing my back now, as hungry for release as I was. Our tits flattened against each other as I humped her like an animal. And then my head exploded as I felt warm jets of sperm launched from my cock. Here in the room, I screamed and let loose with an enormous squirt from my pussy. It was as if I'd lost all bodily control, writhing on top of her, sweating and cursing as I followed up with multiple orgasms of my own. I was so wrapped up in my own bliss that I almost forgot Marnie was there. Her voice brought me back from whatever cloud I was on. "Holy shit, that was incredible! You're a fucking animal, and I mean that literally." I looked down at her and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. I could taste my pungent juices on them. Somewhere, my cock was going flaccid and dormant. I wasn't so keen about having random orgasms every time someone else used my dick. I'd need to get this under better control. Marnie got up and I watched her lithe athletic body as she got a towel from the bathroom. "I've got a lot of cleaning up to do. For one thing we've wrecked my bed. You squirted all over the place, you know. I've never seen anything like it." Her eyes told me that she'd arrived at a solution to that problem. It took me a second, but I caught on. "You can sleep in my room if you like." She smiled. "I would like", she said, giving my ass a playful squeeze. We talked some more as we got dressed and rode the elevator to the 13th floor. She'd been a stewardess for five years and she had a girl in every port, so to speak. She'd just started the Las Vegas run, so I was her first conquest. Almost in passing I realized that I was thinking of myself as one of her girls. Since my cock was detatched, I'd been flooded with feminine feelings; the last thing keeping me rooted to my male side had been cut loose. I wanted nothing more than some man to take me in his arms, fling me down on a bed and fuck my brains out. Of course Marnie was not exactly chopped liver, but even she had a guy at home. At the door, I could hear voices inside and I assumed somebody had company. It was Judi, the little slut. She had two muscular guys taking her from both ends, her mouth full of manhood as well as her pussy. One of the guys acknowledged us, and he looked familiar somehow. Marnie was taken aback. "Um, maybe we should come back later?" "Nah, it's okay." Casual sex didn't even surprise me any more. I guessed I should have examined that point, but the last few days had been such a whirl that careful thought had been at a minimum. I looked at the two monster cocks that were skewering Judi and I muttered, "I need to get boned in the worst way." "Perhaps I can help", came Selima's voice behind me. She had my cock in her hand. I could feel her fist around it as she offered it to me. It was semi-hard, and I wondered where it had been. Marnie was impressed. She took it from my hand and turned it over like it was a fine piece of china. "Wow, I've never seen a dildo like this! It's completely lifelike." "You have no idea", I replied. She gave me a kiss. "You rocked my world before, now it's time to return the favor." I wasn't sure how this would work. "I'll need to help you get this on. It's not like anything you've ever experienced." We stripped out of our minimal clothing, and I got Marnie to lay on the bed spread-eagled. I gently pushed apart her labia and fed the 'handle' end of my cock into her. She was wide-eyed as it went in, but when I felt the little 'click' that told me it was connected to her, her back arched and she let out a small 'oh'. The seal over her pussy was complete, and I could feel the sensations she was feeling as well. She was breathing rapidly. "This is....amazing. It feels like I have a real cock. What the hell is this thing?" "Well, for want of a better term, it's a real cock." She sat up and stroked it. "It's getting hard. And I can feel it. Is this what guys feel?" I felt it too and I knew. "Yeah, this is what they feel." She was still trying to get her bearings. She stood up, and the cock stood proudly away from her body, like a flagpole. "It feels connected. I touch it and I can sense the touch." She looked at me. "I HAVE to fuck you with this." "Of course. And afterwards I'll try to explain." The amazement stayed on her face as I knelt down to place my mouth over the dick. Simultaneously feeling the warmth of my mouth on it and the hard rubbery feel of it in my mouth was mind-blowing. It was almost too much; I had to back off a bit while I adjusted. Marnie interpreted that as me wanting to change things up. I didn't, but when she lay on the bed waggling my own cock at me, I felt better. I straddled her and slowly lowered my hips as I felt the rock-hardness enter my pussy. I was sweating profusely as I bent down low to kiss her while she fully impaled me. I could just stay like this forever, in perfect equilibrium- my cunt full and my cock surrounded by hot wet vagina. I purred on top of Marnie as I reveled in the perfect feeling of it all. I let her suck on one of my titties and I orgasmed right then and there. Marnie was amazed. "You came already!" she squealed. She'd pushed every one of my buttons, and I knew that more orgasms weren't far behind this one. She pulled me out of my daze as she started humping the cock into my slit. My equilibrium was broken; now I could feel the cum building in those big balls as they slapped against me with every stroke. "Holy shit, I can't believe this! I can feel this cock inside you. It's so hot." "Fuck me baby", I growled, my priority now was to make Marnie blow a big load. I had her put her hands on my tits and I writhed against her, watching her face twist and contort as she dealt with pleasures she'd never imagined. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and started jackhammering me, her hips a blur as I let her take over the fucking. "Oh, fuck, ohhh I'm gonna cum", she screamed. She grabbed my ass and slammed me down on her hard as she fired load after load of sticky man goo into me. I came again just as a echo of the orgasm my shaft had just had, and I shivered against her. We stayed silent for a few moments, my sweaty body on top of hers, my head pounding from the overexertion. Marnie broke the silence. "What the hell just happened?" "It's kind of difficult to explain." "Well, if you've got another one of these things, I want it", she said. "I don't have another, and that one's mine more than you know." "I can still feel it now, even when it's soft and slipping out of you. It's like I HAVE a cock, as opposed to strapping one on. How is that possible?" "Well I'll tell you the story but only if you promise not to interrupt regardless of how outlandish it seems." She agreed. I lay down next to her and told the tale. The drunken night capped off by being fucked by two transwomen. Then finding out that we'd somehow gone nine days back in time. I thought Marnie was going to break in at that point, but she held her tongue. The fact that Judi and I realized that our cocks could be detatched and we'd still feel everything. Coming to Vegas and seeing people who looked vaguely familiar. That brought her pretty much up to speed. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but in a few days do you just go back to the way things were and forget about all of this? Do you even think this is the first time this has happened? This sounds like a Star Trek episode. Maybe we're trapped in this bubble of time." "Well, I said, "There's one more thing. I saw myself, or what I used to be nine days ago. Somehow I'm outside the bubble, but I don't know how. And I get the feeling there are more of me- more of us. We seem to gravitate to Las Vegas." "So you have a double back at home? A guy?" "Yes, and you're wearing his cock." Marnie looked down and petted the limp organ between her legs. I said, "I can feel that. I felt everything you were feeling when we fucked just now, in addition to what I was feeling on my own. It's very intense, almost too intense." I heard Judi crying out in passion and heard the studs grunting, then silence. I curled up next to Marnie and fell fast asleep in the spoon position, my soft boobs pressed into her back. The sun was long up when my eyes fluttered open. It seemed like I'd slept for an eternity. Marnie was still covered with the blankets and snoring softly so I left her. I headed to the bathroom to take a pee and was halfway through when I realized I was doing it like a woman and it was absolutely normal. How had I adjusted like that? It wasn't learned behavior, it was instinct- I hadn't even thought about it. When I finished, I surveyed myself in the mirror. My breasts had grown nicely, plump cones on my chest with no sag at all. I knew they were stunning. I cupped one and felt the jolt of goodness go through me. I knew I'd have to wear a bra today or the bouncing would have me in a perpetual state of arousal. Hmm, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.... I could sense that Marnie was still wearing my cock. I had mixed feelings about the thing. It just didn't feel right attached to me anymore; I loved being a sexy little girl, and plugging a big dick into that equation was kind of weird. Freeing myself of it had let me fully indulge my girlie side, and I liked that. My nipples grew hard as I blew kisses to the mirror. Surveying the rest of the suite, Judi and Selima were gone. A note said, "Placing our bets- see you later." God, I'd almost forgotten in the sex-addled haze I was in; that's the reason we came here in the first place, right? I wondered if I should let Marnie in on the secret. Would the money we won disappear, though, when everything 'reset' and went back 9 days? Well, in the meantime, we could have one hell of a party on the winnings, at least. I had a lot of questions that needed answering, but no good way to get those answers. I decided I'd better wake Marnie, as she said she had a flight tonight. I wasn't looking forward to losing her, but maybe I could get one last fuck from her before she went. I shook the figure beneath the covers, and she moved slowly. "Wake up, sleepyhead", I chided. "Mrff", said Marnie. Her head peeked out. "I feel like I've been worked over", she said in a deep scratchy voice filled with sleep. She was completely disheveled, all traces of makeup gone, her hair a mess. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. The sheets were flung back, and she said, "What the fuck?!?!?" She stood up and it was immediately obvious that she was six inches taller than me. While she was still smooth and hairless, her shoulders were broader, her arms and legs were muscular, her tits had virtually disappeared and her body definition was more male than female. And to top it off, my ten-inch cock was swinging between her legs. I'd been horny before, but the sight of Marnie this way was a huge turn- on. Her hair was still long, and her face had only changed slightly, but now she looked more fuckable than ever. Marnie walked to the full-length mirror in the bedroom and looked up and down, then said, "I feel so different. I'm achy, but I think that's because my body is stretching in a dozen ways. I feel so....strong." She looked like a female bodybuilder now as she flexed her arms. She stroked her cock. "Was it this thing that caused the changes?" "I don't know. I'm not really sure how any of this works." I stood behind her in the mirror, marveling at her newly-sculpted physique. She turned to me. "Well, as long as I've got this Ferrari, I may as well take it for a spin." I took her hand and led her back to bed, where she gave me a muscular fucking. I loved being under her, being her little cumslut. I could sense a change in our relationship; she enjoyed being dominant, and I was getting off on being submssive to her. I didn't quite know what to make of it, but I enjoyed pleasing her. For the first time, I wasn't feeling what her cock was feeling as well as myself. Had ownership of it passed to Marnie? But only having one orgasm was enjoyable; I could focus better. I was also surprised when she blew her load in me- I hadn't sensed the buildup. I kind of liked it that way better. Feeling that warm cum inside me was like taking a warm soothing bath. I wished Marnie and his cock could be in my pussy all the time. I was complete, and it was the first time I felt the deep bond to him. I would do anything to keep it. "That was awesome, babe", he said as I melted at the sound of his voice. "I want to keep this cock." "Anything you want, I'll do it", I said. "Anything? Ha, give me a million dollars." "I can get it for you." I probably shouldn't have said that, but I couldn't restrain myself. I told him how we could bet on the Super Bowl score. I saw the dollar signs flash in his eyes. "I need you to go down and buy me some clothes. None of this girlie shit will fit me any more." He smacked my ass, and I practically came then and there. I bought him lots of clothes and charged it all. The salesman looked at me curiously, but a sale is a sale. Before long I was back at Marnie's room, and he sorted through things before selecting a wardrobe. "Good job, Kayla", he said, and my panties instantly became wet. He looked at me oddly and said, "Kayla, get on all fours and bark like a dog." I got down and barked for him. Right then and there, I wanted to be the best dog I could possibly be to earn his approval. "Stand up. Will you really do anything for me or was that just a phrase? Answer me honestly." There was no other way I could answer him. "Yes, I'll really do anything you want." He smiled, and I got wet again. "Hmm, I'll have to try this out." Any fear I might have had at that moment was outweighed by my burning need. "First, no more wearing bras or panties unless I say so. So take them off. And I want you wearing nothing but short skirts so that you're easily fuckable on a moment's notice." I hurried to comply. "And tonight, I want you watching nothing but porn movies online to make sure you learn how to be the best slut possible." That was easy. And now I want you to go out on the Strip, stand on the corner, pull up your skirt and start finger-fucking yourself to orgasm. Then I'll believe you're not bullshitting me." I knew this was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I was so excited already that it wouldn't take very long to cum, even on a street corner. I walked to the front of the hotel, a woman on a mission. In the lobby I walked right past Judi and Selima, who called out to me. I couldn't be distracted by them right now, though. I kept walking. The voices came up behind me. "Kayla, what are you doing? Hello?" I didn't turn. The doors opened and I felt the blast of Las Vegas heat. Selima caught up to me. "What are you doing? Why are you ignoring us?" I had my gaze fixed on the corner. "I just have to go to the corner and masturbate until I cum." "You have to WHAT?" "You heard me", I said matter-of-factly. It really was no big deal to masturbate on a street corner, so I didn't see what the problem was. "You'll get arrested", Judi said. My heels clicked on the concrete. Almost there. I felt my clit throbbing. "I don't believe this", said Selima. "Why are you doing this?" "Marnie wants me to. I'm proving to him that I can do anything he wants." "Him?" said Selima. "Wasn't Marnie a girl, that stewardess you picked up?" They'd formed kind of a protective cordon around me now that I'd reached the corner. There were only a few people around in the midday sun. The heat of the air was nothing compared to the heat between my legs, and I bucked the instant my hand reached under my skirt to touch my clit. They did their best to hide me from view, but a Japanese tourist got a nice picture of me with two fingers in my pussy. I cried out in orgasm, startling the girls and the tourist. I could go now. Mission accomplished. I felt sticky juices running down my leg. Selima persisted. "She, HE made you do this? Are you brainwashed or something?" I smiled at her. "No, not brainwashed. I just really like doing what he says. What's wrong with that?" "Well, plenty. How long have you felt this way? We just saw you last night." "Ever since I gave him the cock", I said dreamily. "He uses it so well." "Judi, better put that cock of yours in the hotel safe", she said as the sliding doors ushered us back into the coolness of the hotel. "I'm going to have a conversation with Mr. Marnie." I just tagged along. Frigging myself had only been a temporary fix, and I daydreamed about falling asleep with Marnie's big cock in my mouth. When we got into the elevators Selima asked me, "Do you realize that he's turned you into his little cockslave?" I guessed I should have been offended at that, but the thought made me wet. "Um, I don't know." "Well, just remember, it's three more days until we have to be back home for our appointment at 2 AM. That's when the 9 days are up." I thought about it for a minute. "Can Marnie come?" I asked. Selima looked at me as if I was from the moon. "You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?" "Well, can he?" I knew he'd want to come, and if it made him happy he'd fuck me more. "We'll see. On second thought I'll leave you alone with your master now." I was relieved. I was pretty sure Selima was going to yell at him, and I didn't want that. Marnie greeted me at the door and said, "Your girlfriends spoiled my fun. I don't like them any more." A chill went up my spine. I didn't like them any more either. "Bitches!" I said. "We've got a lot to do today, Kayla. We've got some bets to place, and I've got some other things on my agenda. I called in sick with the airline, not that I could show up to work anyway. There are a few other places we have to visit." I was just along for the ride. I made my bet and gave the ticket to Marnie for safe keeping. Then we headed for a cheap little divey place a block off the strip. It said it was the Last Chance Bar, but the real attraction were the ladies who pranced naked on stage. Marnie glanced at his watch and watched the door as much as he watched the girls. They had bigger tits than I did, so I was kind of jealous. I wasn't sure what the point of all this was until the door opened and some men came in, good-looking and fit, settling into the seats next to us. The one closest to me was a blonde, and he was close enough for me to smell his skin lotion. Marnie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want you to flirt with this guy after I leave, and I want you to take him in back and give him a blowjob. There are rooms in back, I want you to take the first one on the right." And then he disappeared. Didn't take long for the blond guy to chat me up. Turns out he was a pilot for the airline! I wanted to say I had a friend who worked for the airline, but somehow I couldn't. His name was Allen and he liked coming to Vegas and picking up cute girls like me. I was flattered, but I was even more flattered when my offer to suck his cock was met with an enthusiastic grin. It wasn't long before I was kneeling before him taking his dick all the way down my throat in the first room on the right. Just as he was about to cum, Marnie slipped in and gave him some kind of karate chop or something. Allen crumpled in a heap, his cock coming out of my mouth with a big 'pop'. I was afraid he'd killed him but Marnie said he'd only be out for a few minutes. Marnie had two rolls of duct tape with him, and he went to work on Allen, tying his hands to the bedpost, then spreading his legs out and binding them as well. I was starting to see what was going on here, as Allen began to moan. When he awoke fully, there was terror in his eyes. "What the fuck, man? What is this?" he said, struggling in vain against his restraints. Marnie surveyed him coolly. "Just a little revenge. Nothing personal. A year ago, you got one of your flight crew very drunk and raped them right here, on this very bed. Allen turned red and struggled some more. "Did that Marnie bitch put you up to this? Cause she was begging for it." "She wasn't begging for it, it fact she begged you not to." "She was drunk and horny." "She was drunk all right, and you put something in that last drink, something that let you take her against her will. Today you're going to feel what that's like." And with that he put a big piece of duct tape over Allen's mouth. He whipped out his big cock and handed me a bottle of sweet-smelling lube. I finger-fucked Allen's anus and got his brown pucker nice and slippery. The throbbing music out in the bar covered his muffled screams as Marnie rammed his dick brutally into the bound man's butt. Watching him fuck Allen was so kinky that I came a couple of times just by rubbing myself. It wasn't long before he blew a big load into his ass as Allen stopped struggling and accepted his fate. We left quietly, Marnie carrying Allen's clothes in a ball as we sauntered past the unknowing crowd at the bar. We got into the car, and Marnie said, "Well, that was fun. Now I'm going to do something for you." I was excited. "Ooh, what?" "I'm going to get you some piercings. I like my sluts to have jewelry." I practically creamed at the sound of him calling me his slut. Somewhere back in my mind I knew this was wrong, but my need for his attention and affection far outweighed those thoughts. I tried to think what kind of piercings would turn him on most. "Can I get a tongue stud", I asked. I knew that would make sucking his cock more pleasurable for him. "Of course you can, babe. You can get anything you want." I had to resist the urge to touch myself. The tattoo and piercing parlor wasn't too far away, and before long I had my tongue stud, not to mention barbell tacks on my nipples, a navel ring and a clitty ring. Oh, and a nice set of earrings, too. I also got a little tattoo on my ass that said 'pleasure goddess' in Chinese characters. At least that's what the guy told me it said, which was good enough. But the best thing was when I got the leather collar that had "Marnie's Slut" emblazoned on it. Now everybody would know! My tongue was still kind of swollen, so it was hard to talk. But I gave Marnie a big kiss and a squeeze of his cock through his pants. He got the message. And when we got home, I got his cock. Repeatedly. I fell asleep with his cum seeping from my pussy, spent but happy. The next morning, Marnie was gone when I woke up. He'd left me a note saying that he'd be gone until the game was over, and that he wanted me to look at some videos of a girl, with a link to check out. I'm sure it was a porn link, but that was okay. I was mad at that football game because it meant I couldn't have him, and my cunt was hungry. So I watched the video and imagined that I was the girl making her stud cum. Then I watched another, and another and played with my clit so I could keep cumming, too. When my fingers got tired, I wondered if my friends would want to play, so I went up to see them. Maybe they would like to play with my pussy. I knocked on their door and it took a while for someone to answer. It was Selima. Her hair was messed, so I figured she was fucking a guy. She wasn't as lucky as I was to have a stud like Marnie, but whatever. "Kayla, holy shit, just look at you!" I didn't know what she meant by that. "What?" I said. "What? Your boobs are enormous, and your body. You look like a Barbie doll!" "Isn't that a good thing?" I squeezed my way into the room and rubbed my tits against hers in the process. "Don't girls like to play with Barbie dolls?" "Well, yeah, but you're walking around a hotel in a teddy with no underwear on. Your pussy's showing. And did you get your nipples pierced?" "Uh-hum. Do you like them?" I rubbed them and started feeling all gooey as I fondled the barbell studs on my nipples.. "Why did you suddenly decide to visit us after being AWOL for a couple of days?" I didn't know why she was mad at me. "I was kind of busy. And Marnie's gone for the day, so I wanted to play." "Yeah, it's Super Bowl Sunday." She started telling me how Marnie wasn't good for me but I tuned her out. I tuned back in when she said that she and Judi were going to stay in Vegas for a while. "B-but don't we need to get back? I mean aren't we supposed to be there to make things happen? Isn't that, like, our destiny?" "Our destiny is what it said on the note. We have to be at the right place at the right time. And that means being in Vegas. And we want you with us at 2AM Tuesday morning." "That's when this all happened 9 days ago." "Right." "I won't be able to come without Marnie", I said nervously. Selima's face clouded over. "Are you afraid of him?" I started to cry. "No, I'm afraid to be without him." Selima rolled her eyes. "Fine, he can come. But I don't want him coming any earlier than he absolutely has to." "Okay. Can we play now?" I touched her boob through her flimsy nightgown. "Uh, not right now", she stammered. "We've got company." "That's all right, the more the merrier!" She shut me down. "Not....right now. We'll call you later." I blushed with embarrassment. She didn't want me here and I was too dumb to pick up the hint. I wondered why I was so dense. I really needed to put some clothes on if I was going to walk around, too. I picked a tight pair of jeans that fit me like a second skin and a lycra top that showed off my boobs to best advantage. Without panties, if I walked just right, the jeans rubbed against my hooded clit. It meant that I was swinging my nice ass back and forth as I went, but that was okay. So I was all set to go....somewhere. I didn't know where, though. I wished Marnie was around to tell me what to do. Then I remembered! The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel and I hopped in. "Last Chance Bar", I said. Five minutes later I walked out of the blistering heat into the cool dimness of the bar. The bartender took one look at me and said, "Are you the new girl?" "New girl?" "Yeah, Angie quit yesterday but Joe said there was a new girl starting today. You her?" I gave him a blank look. "Look Sweetie, either you are or you aren't. If you are, get into the dressing room there and get ready." Well, why not? I got up and headed for the dressing room. It smelled of cheap perfume and stale cigarette smoke. In the corner was the source of the smoke; a woman in her 50's, I guessed, with huge sagging tits, too much makeup and jet-black hair. "Hey, gorgeous", she said. "You the new girl?" I played along. "Yes. Yes I am." "You picked a good day to break in, honey. The boys are more interested in the Super Bowl pre-game show than they are in shaking titties. Tips will still be good, but they're less likely to grope you. I'm Adele." She reached out her hand and I shook it. "My, but you're a fresh-faced one", she said. "How old are you? 19? 20?" I remembered what my license said. "21. And my name's Kayla." "Pleased to meet you Kayla. Ever done this before?" I shook my head. "Well, watch for the slippery stuff. You can dance behind the bar, but you won't make any money that way. Do a slow little prance along the bar and you'll clean up, fresh thing like you. Just watch Lennie at the end. He likes to leave lemons on the bar for you to slip on." Adele was so nice. "Are you like the den mother here?" She smiled. "Kind of. I know what you girls go through." She hefted one of her heavy breasts. "Used to do it myself, back in the day. But gravity gets you eventually. So I help out getting the girls ready. It's a living." She sprinkled a little glitter in my hair and accented my eyes a bit. "Now let's see those tits, hon." I took my top off, and she rouged around my nipples. It felt so good that I... "Wow, doesn't take much to get you wet, does it, hon? Might want to get out of those jeans." I took them off, red-faced. Adele just laughed. "Well, at least you shaved your pussy. Been a while since I turned on a young one like you. You're done. Go get 'em." She gave my naked ass a little smack and sent me out to dance. The music was throbbing, but the crowd was disinterested, as Adele had predicted. I did my little walk along the bar and got some ones in my garter belt, but things didn't really get going until another girl came out on stage. She was a tall, lanky blonde, and we bumped into each other, or so I thought. She put a hand on my right breast, and brought it down to flick a nipple. I returned the favor, and before long we were bumping, grinding, licking and sucking on stage. The boys had stopped watching football and were now cheering on our every move. Joe behind the bar came over and said, "Girls, you'll have to cool it. No real sex on stage, okay? You'll get us shut down." When we stopped, the crowd booed, but this time when we did our little prance down the bar we were raking in twenties instead of singles. I was trembling from the excitement as I stepped down and into the dressing room. Another pair of girls were on their way up as we left. The other girl said nothing, dressed in a hurry and left to find her boyfriend. She wouldn't even look me in the eye. I sat in a chair, exhausted yet exhilarated. Adele came in, grinning. "Well, you scared the shit out of Tricia there. Her boyfriend probably didn't appreciate the lesbian sex too much, but everybody else ate it up. You're a wild one, aren't you?" "Well..." I didn't know what to say. "C'mon, I'm already past my quitting time. Let me buy you a drink. By the way, I also know you're not the new girl. I got a phone call that she'd be a little late today. Probably boinking a customer. So where did you come from, exactly?" We were walking out together into the bar and I paused. Adele gave me a gentle nudge. "I never drink with the riff-raff. We'll go someplace else. Where are you staying?" "The Pyramid." She let out a low whistle. "That's an expensive place. Of course you made a nice amount in tips today. By the way, if you'd actually been working for us, half of that would go to the house." She walked to a beat-up old Ford pickup. "Well, let's go to the Sarcophagus Lounge and you can buy me a drink." We ordered a pair of Heinekens and clinked bottles. The Sarcophagus was better lit during the day and I could see the wrinkles on Adele's face. Bright light was not her friend. "So what's your story, Kayla?" she asked. I decided to be cagey. "Not much to tell. Here with my, ah, boyfriend, and he's off watching the game somewhere." "So instead of being a football widow you decided to be a stripper for the afternoon?" That DID sound weird. "I'm not sure why I did that. I'm just so freaking horny." Adele put her hand on mine. "Older girls get horny, too." She ordered a scotch rocks and gulped it down. Before I knew it, we were headed for my room. "We've got about four hours until the game's over, hon. Let's have some fun." She stripped me down and had me lay on the bed. I soon realized that I was watching a master. She knew what to kiss in exactly what order and she soon had me moaning in heat. I clawed at her clothing, eager to return the favor, but she remained just out of reach. Inhaling my pussy scent deeply, she said, "what a perfect little cunt. And your boobs- they're either the real thing or the best plastic surgery I've ever seen." "I want you." I said. Adele hesitated. I said it again. With that, she let out a resigned sigh and took her shirt off. Underneath was a massive bra. "There's more support here than the Golden Gate Bridge", she quipped. I reached behind her and undid the hooks. The bra fell away and her breasts were exposed to me. She'd obviously had work done, and the weight was sagging now, the fat erect nipples pointing straight down. I caressed on and pulled it to my mouth. "Oh god", Adele hissed, "It's been so fucking long!" She quivered as I tweaked her other nipple, then moved down to undo the button on her jeans. She fumbled to get them off, like a horny teenager. She came back to the bed and loomed over me, allowing me to run my fingers down between her legs. She gasped when I brushed against her clit on my way to her pussy, but Adele had other ideas. She swiftly moved up to place her cunt just inches from my tongue, and reached over to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Right in front of me she put a big glob up inside her, saying, "Sometimes us old girls need a little help getting started." She was panting as she cradled my head and pushed it against her crotch. She was sliding up and down my face with her now-slippery cunt. I went a million miles an hour, licking sucking, tweaking, until she started to scream, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Please don't stop! Pleeeeeeeeeease....." She convulsed against my face, humping me frantically as she released years of sexual frustration in a matter of seconds, pushing me away as she flopped on the bed with a beatific smile on her face. It took her a few minutes before she could speak. "That's the best orgasm I've had in....well, forever." She sat up to kiss me. "Been a long time since I did it with a girl. You're very special, Kayla." She snuggled closer and whispered in my ear, "One thing I used to be really good at was scissoring. Let's see if I still have the touch." She twisted her body and mine so that our pussies were touching. She was still slickly moist, and with a bit of stretching I reached the bottle of lube. I rubbed a little on me and a little on her, then spread a bunch more on our bodies. Soon we were slipping and sliding against each other in a dance of writhing passion, our boobs and cunts a slippery, crazy blur. I felt myself start to lose it as she fell back and I flung myself on top of her, humping her body, rubbing her tits up and down my labia, drunk with passion. As her nipple touched my clit, I zoned out and squirted all over her as I completely lost control. "Whoa!" she yelled. "You ARE a wild one!" The taste of my scent drove her onward. She returned the favor I had given her and I grabbed her head to rub it all over my gushing slot. I felt myself get all fuzzy again and I squirted again, this time drenching her face. I had an out-of-body experience as one orgasm seemed to run into another, my body taut as a guitar string as I was racked by wave after wave of cummy goodness. No idea how long it lasted, but when the last one passed I sunk to the bed, totally spent. Adele propped herself on an elbow as she watched me. "God, that was spectacular. You made an old lady happy." "You're not that old", I said. "Well, thanks, but you get old fast in this town and in my business. Plenty of young showgirls arrive every year and the ones who don't make it wind up in places like the Last Chance Bar. There was a time when I had them lined up to fuck me, and I'm not ashamed to say I made a pretty fair penny at it, too. But one day, you're a fresh-faced kid with big tits, the next day you're a crumpled up beer can on the side of the road." She laughed harshly. "Not that I'm bitter or anything." "I'm sorry", I said. She brightened. "No need to be. We all make our choices, and I had a lot of fun. Just save your money, sweetie." "Can I...can I have your number?" I stammered. "Sure. I wouldn't mind doing this again. See if you can get your boyfriend to spend another night out", she giggled. Then she went to the bathroom to freshen up and started putting her clothes back on. Had to admit she was in pretty good shape for her age, whatever it was. I also noticed something else. I seemed to be thinking more clearly. The longer I was away from Marnie, the clearer I got. Was I imagining it, though? I just felt more intelligent than when I blundered into Selima's and Judi's this morning. God, I'd acted like a stupid bimbo. Hell, he'd made me go out on a street corner and frig myself. All that got kind of forgotten when he was around, though. I needed his cock in me so bad. Adele had been a diversion I enjoyed, but when he was around I started thinking with my pussy. He was probably bad for me, but I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Adele stood at the door ready to go, and when I went to give her a kiss, she grabbed me and frenched me like there was no tomorrow. "Call me", she said. I gave her my number, too. "I will." And then she was gone, and I was alone. I started watching some more of those videos that Marnie had recommended. Boy, this girl was limber.... I was asleep on the bed when he got back. He wasn't alone, either. He was dragging someone along behind him. It was a man, and he had a collar around his neck. I realized that I hadn't been wearing my collar today! I ran to put it on quickly. Marnie was preoccupied, though. He was in his own world, staring at a piece of paper. The man he led in was sitting on the floor, kind of like a dog waiting for a command. I realized it was Allen, the guy Marnie had, there was no other way to put it, raped the other day. He seemed a bit worse for wear, his hair mussed and bags under his eyes. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it dawned on me that I was drooling at the thought of Marnie's cock inside me again. It had been a whole 24 hours and I needed it bad. Marnie looked up. I could see from his bloodshot eyes that he'd been drinking. "You know what this is?" he said as he waved the paper. "Almost a million dollars. Bastards won't give it to you in cash- you've got to take a check. But I'll be at the bank first thing tomorrow. Then we'll have some fun." He noticed what I was looking at. "Hey Allen, say hi and tell her what you are." Allen's eyes flashed to life. He was eager to please. "I'm Marnie's fuck toy." Marnie smiled an evil grin. "And what do you like more than anything else, Fucktoy?" "I love sucking M-m-m...", he stuttered. "It's okay, she's the only other person you can say it in front of." Allen relaxed. "I love sucking Master's cock and I love it when he fucks me with it. I never knew how good it could be." Two things popped into my head. I realized now I'd have to share Marnie, and....should I be calling him Master, too? "I love sucking your cock, too", I blurted out desperately. Marnie grinned again. "I know. Allen, go take a shower and stay in there until Kayla says it's okay to come out. I've got to fuck her brains out first." I felt my cunt shudder with excitement. By the time Allen was running the water in the bathroom, I was already ripping the pants off of Marnie in the bedroom, my mouth on the cock that I knew had spent a good portion of the day in another man's ass. We went at it for an hour, and thirty seconds after he came, Marnie was snoring. I went to get Allan, still standing under the shower. He was almost zombie-like, wrapping a large hotel towel around him as he went to the couch and lay down. His cock was at full mast the entire time, but he never spoke a word. I crawled back into bed, wrapping my hands around the huge muscular hunk that I loved, and fell fast asleep spooning against him. My dreams were interrupted the next morning by movement in the bed. I tried to get a fix on what was happening, and it took a second to realize that Allen had come into our bed and was sucking Marnie's cock. His head was bobbing up and down under the sheets. "Good little cocksucker", Marnie said. "Time to give you your reward", he said as he pulled Allen off the bed and got him on all fours on the carpet. "Like to split that cute little ass of yours wide open." He threw me the bottle of lube and said, "Loosen him up" as Allen waggled his ass impatiently. There was no trace left of the arrogant ladies man we'd encountered in the bar; he was now a hopeless cockslave. I stuck a slippery finger in his anus and he writhed against it. When I had him good and ready, Marnie stood behind him, rubbing his cock up and down the slickened crack. And Fucktoy, you can't cum until I let you. I want it to build and build." Even in my obedient state I could see that he was just torturing Allen for the fun of it. But Allen complied, desperate to feel Marnie's cock inside him. I crawled under and took Allen's semi-hard phallus in my mouth, cradling the balls that were swollen and overheated. He was moaning now, as he was penetrated from behind, every thrust driving his cock down my throat. Marnie was focused on getting himself off, and fucked his toy hard and rough. Allen took it all, and I could feel his balls tightening. I pulled off his dick and went back to lick and suck his balls. The reaction was a howl. I was closer now to Marnie's rod plunging in and out of his hole. The sweat and grunting and moaning had me sticking a finger in my own pussy. At least I could come any time I wanted, unlike poor Fucktoy. Marnie was yelling at him now. "You'll never fuck a woman again unless I let you, bitch. Your cock is just for my amusement now, and your ass is your slutty little pussy. Whenever a man wants it he can have it, right?" "Oh god yes, fuck me in my slutty little pussy-hole, pleeeeeease!" Allen whimpered. "Get ready, Kayla", Marnie growled. I clamped my mouth back over Allen's cock as Marnie bellowed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" followed by, "You can cum, bitch!" I felt Allen's whole body shudder, and he screamed as his cock seemed to swell to twice its size and dumped load after load of scalding cum in my mouth. I gulped as fast as I could, but it kept coming, and coming, and coming. I feasted on his jizz, more man juice than I'd ever swallowed before, more than I even thought was possible. Allen's whole body twitched through the dying throes of his orgasm. I slowly pulled away from his shrinking cock as I savored the last of his cum on my tongue. Allen remained on all fours, unsure of what to do. Marnie snapped at him, "Get dressed. We've got things to do today. For one thing, you need a better collar. And I've got a check to cash. I'm gonna move up to the penthouse suite." "Can't I come?" I whimpered. I didn't like Marnie going away for two days in a row. He shot me an annoyed look and I was immediately put in my place. "I'll be back later to fuck you, you little slut. Keep yourself amused for a few hours. Besides, we have to meet your friends at 2 AM. Maybe they'd like a taste of this, too." He waggled his cock at me seductively. Ooh, if I didn't need him so badly, I'd....I couldn't finish the sentence. I DID need him so badly. "Get dressed, Fucktoy", he said as he smacked Allen on the ass. He hurriedly got into some clothes and waited by the door for Marnie, like a dog waiting to go for a walk. When they left, there was a void in my existence. I showered and put on some clothes, hesitating at my panty drawer before closing it. I couldn't wear anything under my dress. I sat watching TV for a few minutes like a zombie when I started to put things together. Marnie had been gone for more than half an hour now, and my head was clearing. Damn, I was just a mindless bimbo around him, and the longer he was away the clearer I was thinking. It was probably why poor Allen was as much of a slave as he was. My cell rang and it was Adele. She sounded a bit discombobulated. "I need you to come down here right away." "Why?" "Can't really explain. Here's my address. Just hurry." I grabbed my purse and hailed a taxi at the hotel entrance. Adele apparently lived in a trailer park on the edge of town. Some were better maintained than others, and hers was a neatly-kept example. I told the taxi to wait for me- good luck hailing anything this far out. Pinwheels spin in the steady desert wind as I knocked on her screen door. It opened a crack and she said. "Thank god. Come on in." "What's the emergency?" I said as I blinked against the dimness coming out of the bright sun. "Couple of things. First there's this..." She lifted her t-shirt to reveal her boobs. They were still large, but they seemed to have a bit less sag to them. "They're incredible. Just in the last twelve hours or so, they're gotten tremendously, um, better. And touching them makes me want to cum. Which leads me to the second thing. I'd experienced, uh, dryness down there for years. But since I met you yesterday it's like the faucets opened. I've been constantly wet, not that I'm complaining, mind you. Which leads me to the third thing...." She paused a beat. "I fucked the neighbor's son. It's like a fantasy I'd had for a while; he's such a good-looking kid, football player and all that. Problem is he's under age. And while he certainly seemed to enjoy himself, if his parents get wind of it, they could throw me in prison. Kids like him like to brag. And the folks around here are a little conservative and most of them are armed." "What do you want to do?" I asked. "I need a place to hide out for a bit, just to see if this all blows over. I can't ask my friends- too many questions. Can you help?" "Well, by the end of the day I might be staying in the penthouse. Of course, I'm not sure how Marnie will react." "Your boyfriend has an odd name." "It's a long story. Well, get what you want to take and let's go. The meter's running." She grabbed a few things, put some clothes in a duffel bag, and we were off. As we were heading back to the highway, a police cruiser passed us, heading down the dusty road toward Adele's trailer. Close call. As I watched Adele craning her head to look out the back of the taxi, I could tell that the lines and creases on her face had softened somewhat. She probably looked ten years younger than she did yesterday. Her hair had more life and color. And she just acted like someone who was younger than their biological age. I had us change taxis once we were in town and had her put on sunglasses. Taxi drivers are wonderful sources of info for the police and I wanted to let our trail grow cold. Adele played along, knowing the stakes. Once we were back in my hotel room, she said, "You're very nice, but I can't hide here forever." "That's true, but I have an idea...." I knocked on the door to room 1306. It was quiet, but I remembered that I still had the key card to the room in my purse. I opened it and led Adele to my bedroom. "Just stay here and when Selima and Jill get back, tell them the whole story. And I mean the WHOLE story. They'll understand. " "Do you have to go?" Adele asked. My brain told me I didn't, but there was a primal urge that told me I had to be waiting on the bed for Marnie when he arrived. I fought the feeling back as best I could and said, "Well, not yet." She smiled. "Do you have a laptop? I want to show you something." I knew I'd brought one. Damn, all my stuff was still here while I was mindlessly bofing him. I found it and booted it up. Adele took it and surfed to a prn site, clicked on the search function and typed in 'Honey Krystal'. Up popped a bunch of videos. "This one's my favorite", she said. It was an early video, late 80's or early '90's; the production values were poor, the hair was big and the music was terrible. But there was no denying the beauty of the platinum blonde on screen. There was also no denying that it was a much younger Adele. "That was me, a long time ago in a universe far, far away. That video was actually fun to make. The guy wasn't as big a pig as most of them. I'd just gotten my boob job and I was suddenly making triple the money per film. Life was good." "What happened?" I asked. "What always happens. You party a little too much, spend every penny you make and one day you're too old with a drug habit you picked up along the way. I danced for a while, but you can only do that for so long, too. So now I watch and help. Did you come here looking to 'break into the business'? ", she said with air quotes. "No, I didn't. In fact...", I held my tongue. "It's pretty complicated." "I've seen it before, hon. Boyfriend wants you to use your body and talent, then he gets jealous when other men lust after you. Oldest story in the book." She looked back at the video. "Don't know why I dredged all of this up. But here's the best part. Candi was a pretty good clam-shucker." On screen, Krystal was getting her pussy eaten by another buxom blonde. She was fondling her tits and moaning. "Most of the time you're faking it, because you're there for hours. We nailed this one on the first take." Looking closely at Candi and glancing at myself in the mirror, it dawned on me that there was an eerie resemblance. "She looks like me," I said. "That's why I looked at you like I'd seen a ghost. You look an awful lot like her. Well, her, twenty years ago. Don't know what she's up to now. We drifted apart and frankly, I wasn't a lot of fun to be around for a while." I put a hand on her leg. "If you like, I can be Candi for a little while." Adele's body shook. "Oh my god, I need a drink." She got up and found a small bottle of scotch in the minibar. She cracked the top and gulped it straight. "Yeah, I know it's a bit early, but fuck it." Then she gave me a kiss and began running her fingers up inside my top until she reach the crest of my left tit. She slowly traced a circle around the nub, driving me crazy in the process. She sensed my delicious distress and said, "Like it or not, I'm going to make love to you slow and sassy, the way I like it." All I could do was throw my head back and groan. I was treated to her agonizingly good foreplay. I felt like I was in the hands of a master, and could feel my climax building. When I tried to reciprocate, she pushed my hands aside. "Those nails aren't getting anywhere near my vajayjay, hon. It's all right, there's plenty of other things to do, and I'll give you a manicure later." Then she propped me up straddling her face. "Now for the fireworks." She moved one finger inside my dripping little slit, then two, as she slowly licked around my clit, never quite touching it. I wanted to mash her face against me but I resisted. Meanwhile, her two fingers had moved toward OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD. I screamed. It was as if I'd been electrocuted. Now her tongue was flat against my clit and she pressed against that spot again. Right then and there I ejaculated all over her face. It felt so good I was afraid to move a millimeter. My body tingled as she did it again, and this time I had a massive orgasm. I couldn't hold still, and my body melted on top of her. There were spots in my vision and goosebumps all over my body. "What the fuck?" I panted. "Can't believe that's the first time anybody found your g-spot, Kayla. Even guys find it by accident occasionally." "Holy shit, I can't believe it." "Time to teach your man a thing or two", she said. I wanted to return the favor, but Adele instead taught me how to expertly tongue-fuck her to orgasm. "Damn, I haven't cum this easily in years", she said with her head back and eyes closed. "I have you to thank for that, Candi." I was going to correct her, but I let it go. She was still pretty much basking in her post-orgasmic glow as we cuddled on the bed. But the moment was short-lived- my phone was ringing in my purse on the floor. I scrambled to pick it up, and Marnie was on the other end. "Where are you?" he demanded. "Just around", I said, wincing at the brainlessness of that response. "Well get your ass over here. We're moving up to the penthouse, baby." I was torn. I knew now that when I was near him I behaved like his little sex slave. But part of me craved that. The fact that my nips were hard and my pussy was wet just confirmed it. I had a duty to Adele, too, but she made the decision for me. "Listen", she said, "If that's your boyfriend, go ahead. I know how men can be, believe me. " I told her that if Judi and Selima showed up to tell them the whole story, leaving nothing out. "They can be trusted, and they'll take care of you until I get back", I said. My heart started to race as I threw on my things. Part of my brain was telling me that I shouldn't be running to him, but the lust in my animal brain was winning out. I gave Adele a kiss and was out the door. Marnie greeted me with a big smile. "We're moving up to the Cleopatra Suite, Bay-bee", he said. "Here's your room key; don't lose it." He also handed me a wad of cash. "Go buy yourself some clothes." Allen came out of the shower rubbing his hair dry, naked as a jaybird. I noticed he had nipple rings now, and as he passed I saw that he'd had tattooed 'Fucktoy' in old English letters on his ass cheeks. He pulled on some bicycle shorts and gave Marnie a kiss. As we rode the elevator up, my pussy was aching for cock, Marnie's cock, but I had a terrible feeling he wasn't interested in me right now. The Cleopatra Suite had a spectacular view, but I wasn't interested. I just watched for any sign that he wanted me. Then he looked straight at me. "Kayla...take off your clothes." My heart leapt, and my face was burning. I just needed him inside me so badly. I flipped off the dress in an instant. "Good. You still don't wear any underwear. A real time saver. I want my little cockslave here to lube you up. I'm letting him fuck you in the ass. Don't worry, you'll get my cock too, Kayla." I was so relieved. Having Allen in my ass was just a bonus. Marnie told him that he could cum any time he wanted, and Allen whimpered with pleasure. He applied the slippery fluid with gusto, and I found that I could relax my anus enough to allow three fingers in. Marnie motioned me over to the bed and he lay on it with legs spread and that gorgeous cock standing straight as a flagpole. He didn't have to say a word as I straddled him and rubbed the big mushroom head back and forth over my pussy lips. Then I fed it in, inch by inch. I man