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“For the last time, we’re not talking about it. My word is final and that’s that.”

My wife, Felicity, as beautiful as she was, had a problem with my job.

I wasn’t exactly happy to be roaring down the highway late at night and have to listen to this bullshit.

“Bill, I just wanted to know why we’re defending this man again? He’s a creep. And it’s blatantly obvious that he’s a criminal.”

“Because it’s my fucking job. And because I’m doing my job, you get to wear that pretty dress of yours, get adorned with jewellery with insane price tags and I get to drive this sweet Mercedes.”

“Everyone knows Senator Chambers is corrupt.”

“I don’t give a shit. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

Flick crossed her arms and turned her head away from me, staring out the window. She’d understand. I bet when we’re home, she’d apologize and possibly even give me a blowjob to make up for being such a stupid bitch. Corrupt? Just where did she get an idea like that?

Okay, so we had dinner with the Senator this evening. He may or may not have been a little too touchy feely with my wife, but that was him being friendly.

And I’m not fucking losing my most prized client because Flick was too uptight to deal with a little rubbing. She’ll come around. How the fuck does she think we could afford all that we got?

God, I love my Merc. It’s the only thing that doesn’t give me a complete ball-ache. The only thing I have to complain about, if I was the complaining type, was that my car eats through petrol like immigrants trying to climb over fences into our borders.

A sign flashed by; 3 miles to the next truck stop.

Good, the tank was practically empty. We’d hit the truck stop, fill up the car and be home in an hour. I’m not even bothered by cops; if they stop me, they can decide if they can afford to piss off Senator Chambers.

What a fucking shithole. I park the car at the gas station. No one there except for some nerdy looking kid behind the counter. I honked the horn and he just sat there looking at me.

What the fuck? Not even a gas jockey? Do I have to do everything myself?

*

God, he is such a dick.

My husband of 10 years, my college sweetheart turned from a once valiant protector of the less fortunate, had turned into a complete bastard. All because of his job.

Bill was a criminal lawyer. And a damn good one.

But somewhere along the way, he was seduced by the money, the connections, the inevitable rise of his career. Close this case with Senator Frank Chambers, and he’s in the money; the firm will make him a senior partner.

I sink into the car seat whilst Bill climbed out, grumbling something about the lack of service and went to fill up the car.

I look down on my hands. Even in the dark, the rings and bracelets sparkled lustrously.

My Gucci dress felt like a thousand dollars, even though it costs more than that.

None of it mattered to me.

I was simply a trophy wife to Bill. Even tonight, I went to this stupid dinner just so he could rub shoulders with his new sponsor. He didn’t even seem to care that Chambers had his hand halfway up my skirt.

It took everything I had to not break his wrist.

A light caught my eye. Across the road from the gas station was a neon sign light right up. ‘Dwight’s Place’.

Huh. I checked the time on the dash, almost 1am. And it was still open?

I can’t be stuck in here with Bill right now, I need some air, some space.

I gravel crunched under my feet as I got out of the car and walked towards the lights.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Bill called after me.

“For a drink.”

“What? We’re in the middle of nowhere, what if we get mugged?”

“I didn’t tell you to come.” To be honest, the way I’m feeling right now, I don’t think they’ll realize that I’m a pushover.

“Fucks sake, don’t be stupid!” I heard Bill call out to me but I was already gone.

I could hear the din of music coming from the inside of the building. It was a spartan affair; almost entirely made of wood. There parking lot, which was basically a flat open area, still had a few cars and motorcycles parked in a row by the front door.

Two black guys were hanging outside by the balcony, talking and taking a smoke, but otherwise gave a polite nod as I walked in.

I headed straight for the bar as I entered. I was a little intimidated, everyone was trying not to make it obvious, but I felt them staring at me. I guess I was a little out of place. I was dressed like I was going to the theatre and the guys here… Well they were all black for one. Not that that was a problem with me. And they were nursing drinks, some playing pool and talking and joking in the respective tables. It was a varied ensemble of leather clad biker types and some guys in everyday work clothes.

Except for the barman. He was wearing a shirt and waistcoat.

“Can I help you ma’am?” He asked.

“Yes, I would like a drink please. A double vodka if you have any.”

“Certainly.” The bartender turned and grabbed a glass and filled it with two fingers of a white spirit.

I thanked him, grabbed the glass and downed it in one. I took a moment to enjoy the burning liquid flow down me; as if it was cleansing away the evening’s stresses.

“You looked like you needed that.”

“I did,” I smiled. “Rough day.”

“Well this is certainly the right place to take a load off. Welcome, I’m Dwight and this is my establishment.”

“Thank you, I’m Felicity.”

“As long as you don’t start any fights in here, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.” Dwight winked at me.

That made me chuckle.

“So, who is your usual clientele?”

“Anybody really but mainly folks who work in the nearby farms, or truck drivers who frequent this route. Some bikers too, but they’re usually a well behaved bunch. Aren’t you Joe?”

A guy grunted and I turned to look at him.

Joe was a hulking mountain of a man, easily towering over the other guys. He wore a tight-fitting leather jacket, and the t-shirt underneath strained against his muscles.

God, he was handsome. My eyes couldn’t help but wander down between his legs. His leather pants looked like he was packing something serious down there too.

He caught my eye and my face flushed red hot; he didn’t do anything but flash me a knowing smile and that only made it worse. I turned back to my drink.

“Dwight, get the lady another drink.” Joe wandered over to where I was sitting. “Do you mind?”

“N-no not at all.” Suddenly I felt the urge to check if my hair was presentable. Shit, I should’ve checked my make up before I came in here!

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you and wanted to introduce myself. Kinda hard not to really, when the room is full of ugly mugs.”

Someone swore at him and he laughed at them back; flashing that wickedly gorgeous smile. Joe redefined what I thought was tall, dark and handsome.

“So, Felicity, what brings you here?” His voice was a rough as the gravel on the floor outside.

“Having a bad day, a bad year actually. And this place was open so I wandered in.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Felicity!” a voice shouted behind us.

We turned almost simultaneously; it was my husband, half livid and half cautious.

He stormed right up to me. “What the hell are you doing? Especially in a place like this?!”

Dwight bristled at that, but otherwise said nothing and carried on drying a glass with a cloth.

“I’m relaxing, Bill.”

“Well we need to leave,” he looked around. “Shit, you’re covered in valuables too, and I can’t remember if I locked the car outside.”

“Hey man, watch your mouth.” Joe growled.

Bill stuck up a finger and jabbed towards Joe, but not quite touching him. “Zip it, unless you want me to have this shithole investigated. Who knows what sort of shit goes on in a place like this!”

“Bill,” I hissed at him. “You’re making a scene and you’re embarrassing me.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself, having a drink with these people.”

“What do you mean ‘these people’?” Joe said, getting of his stool.

He stood toe to toe with my husband. Well, it was more like a giant looking down at a petulant child; he dwarfed Bill. And with the way my husband was running his mouth, I was surprised no one hit him. Yet.

He locked eyes with Joe, but broke eye contact first. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me off the stool.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere! Let me go!” I pulled back with all my might, trying to pry his hand off me.

Bill let go and I went flying backwards, until Joe caught me from behind.

“You okay?” he asked me.

I simply nodded.

The entire room went deathly silent. Everyone had eyes on Bill.

Joe walked up to Bill. And shoved him. Bill fell to the floor and landed flat on his ass.

“Hey man, I can just about put up with your ignorant bullshit. But you touch a lady? That shit crosses the line.” Joe said.

Bill stood up quickly, brushing down his pants and his hair. He huffed. It looked like his pride was hurt more than anything else.

“You know what you just did? That’s fucking assault buddy." He pointed indignantly at him and Dwight and anyone who looked at him. "I’ll have all your asses. Mark my words. You better get used to life in jail. I’m calling the sheriff.” He turned and stormed out. A couple of guys just shook their heads at him in disgust.

“Are you okay?” Joe asked me again.

“I’m fine. I better go, I’m sorry for causing so much trouble. You guys seem like a nice lot and I don’t need him bringing trouble to your doorstep.”

Joe put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring caress. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

“Trust me, he’s not bluffing when he threatened to call the sheriff. You really hurt his pride.”

“Fuck him.”

Despite all that happened, that actually made me laugh.

The front door swung open again, and Bill strutted back in; with more confidence and swagger this time.

“Alright, pack it up folks. The sheriff is going to be here soon. Anybody still here when he arrives will get his sorry black ass a night in the cell.” Bill even made a show of clapping twice, like he was calling on a servant. “What are you waiting for? Chop, chop.”

No one budged. That didn’t seem to bother him none; when Bill feels like he’s won, he tended to ignore anything that was inconvenient to him.

I had enough. I had enough of his crap.

Bill held out his hand theatrically to me. “When you’re ready, honey.”

“I’m not going anywhere. We’re through.”

“Stop this nonsense.”

“I said we’re through. I’ll come get my things in a few days.”

Bill made a show of looking up at nothing in particular. He gave out a deep sigh.

“We’re not through. We’re through when I say we’re through. And right now, we’re not fucking through. Who the fuck thing bought you that dress? Who covered you in Tiffany jewellery? Now get your stupid ass over here and let’s go.”

“You really don’t fucking get it do you? I want a divorce.” I unhooked my expensive bracelet, which was nothing more than a chunk of meaningless metal to me now, and threw it at him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Bill cried. “One of these thieves might steal it!”

I grabbed another piece of jewellery and chucked that at him too, and another until I had all of them off. Bill was on the floor frantically scooping everything up.

“You don’t divorce me! You don’t get to do that!” he bellowed. “You’re mine, you’re MY property!”

“You’re really asking for a beat down, you pathetic piece of shit,” Joe growled. “She ain’t yours, and she ain’t going anywhere she don’t want to. Now get the hell out of here.”

A vein throbbed on the side of Bill’s temple. He was really ticked off.

“You fucking ass hole.“ He swung his fist at Joe, but Joe punched him first. The blow landed on Bill’s cheek and he stumbled, crashing into a seat.

“Don’t finish that sentence man, you really don’t want to say that shit in here.”

Bill’s eyes raged, defiant but otherwise he stayed put in the seat.

“Bill, I really had enough of your bullshit. Of your immoral ways. And especially of your lying, cheating ass.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he spat.

“I know you’re having an affair with the intern at the office.”

“Debbie? Pfft, I’m just helping her out, you can’t call me a cheater for doing over time with her.”

“I saw the lipstick. She’s a big fan of glittery pink lipstick, isn’t she?”

Bill did a knee-jerk reaction and checked his shirt collar.

“Bill, that wasn’t where the lipstick was. Anyways, I know Debbie wasn’t the first one. You’ve been fucking your way up the career ladder. Thank god I don’t have an STD. God knows I checked myself out.”

“You want us to teach him a lesson?” Joe asked me.

“No, I don’t want any violence.”

“Who said anything about violence?” He craned over me, and whispered something that only I could hear. What Joe said made my pussy twinge with excitement. It was so wrong, so illicit.

So delicious.

Smiling, I wrap my arms around Joe’s big, broad shoulders. He had a strong, chiseled jaw and 5 o’clock stubble that I found refreshing, compared to the slick yuppie-boy look that Bill was so fond of.

I leaned forward on tip toes and planted a kiss on Joe’s lips.

Joe’s hands grabbed my hips. He had a strong grip.

His lips parted and his tongue pushed forward to meet mine. He tasted rough; like whiskey and cigarettes. I liked that. Our tongues wrestled each other, battling for dominance but neither quite winning. I found his tongue dancing on my teeth, his mouth sucking my lips, claiming me.

Taking my breath away.

I had to pull back and take in some air. Fuck, its been ages since someone kissed me so urgently, so passionately.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Bill whined.

I smiled at Joe. “Having some fun, we all need to have some fun sometimes, don’t we Bill?”

Bill tried to stand up, but a big, meaty hand shoved him down.

“This is a great idea,” I whispered into Joe’s ear. “It’s getting me kinda hot.”

“I know what you mean, it’s taking everything to not just claim you right here.”

“Why don’t you do it then?” I purred.

Joe’s eyes went wide. “You serious?”

I answered him with a soft kiss on his lips. “Why not? Are you shy?”

He growled at that. “Not at all. I just didn't expect you to be so freaky.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. We’re strangers after all. But you’re going to find out a lot in the next few minutes.”

We kissed again, and I felt Bill’s eyes on me. That felt particularly satisfying and arousing at the same time. I wanted to more. I wanted to punish him even more

But most of all, I wanted it.

I wanted to fuck a big, black cock.

Joe’s kisses were more urgent now, his hands greedily pawed at my breasts, groping them desperately. His hands fumbled and struggled to undo the buttons of my dress so I helped him. I felt the entire room watching the show and it made my pussy ache with excitement.

I never realized how liberating this feeling was. It felt good acting like a slut.

I groaned into Joe’s mouth as his fingers found my nipples. He was playing with them, rubbing agonizing circles around them, tugging at them and pinching them.

His other hand reached down and crawled under the skirt of my dress. I felt his rough, leathery hands glide the inner walls of my thighs.

Then he cupped the mound of my pussy.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. My legs spasmed weakly as his fingers ground against my pussy, feeling how hot and aroused I was behind the fabric of my panties.

“You’re so fucking wet…” he growled. “Do you enjoy the boys watching you behave like this?”

“Yes, I do,” I purred.

I felt his finger hook my panties and pull them aside.

“Oh God,” I hissed.

One of his fingers found my pussy; all wet and aching for him. The rough contours of his fingers ground mercilessly against my inflamed lips.

“Oh baby…”

A finger wiggled, finding the entrance… And pushed into me.

I cried out, my arms wrapped around his thick neck, clinging on for dear life. “Fuck…” I hissed. “Fuck me…”

Joe smiled, a devilish, amused smile.

His fingers pushed in and out of me, pumping away at me in a delirious, steady rhythm. God, it's been so long… I can’t remember the last time I’ve been touched like this…

His fingers moved in and out and twisted back and forth, driving me crazy with lust. I was at the very edge of my orgasm.

“I’m going to cum…” I cooed.

“Cum Felicity, I want you to cum all over my fingers.”

I gripped him tighter.

And then it came. My entire body spasmed as waves of pleasure exploded; from the depths of my aching pussy and traveling to the tips of my toes. I felt Joe hold me up as I buckled and climaxed all over his fingers.

“Oh god…” I cried out. “Oh god.” I collapsed into Joe’s solid chest.

“That was so fucking hot. You a crazy lady,” he chuckled.

“I’m not done being crazy yet,” I quipped.

I sank down onto my knees. And I unbuckled Joe’s belt buckle, checking to make sure Bill was watching us. He was. His face was wracked with anguish. A part of me wondered if I’m hurting him, but fuck him. I bet he didn’t think about me when he was fucking the help.

I unzipped Joe’s leather pants, hooked my fingers on the sides and yanked down; boxers and all.

A massive flaccid cock sprung out.

“It’s so fucking big,” I gasped.

It was the size of a pipe. Mesmerized, I wrapped my hand around it and hefted it. Fuck, it was heavy too.

“Would you like me to give it a kiss?” I asked innocently.

“Please,” Joe growled.

I started at the base, giving it delightful little butterfly kisses, working my way up the shaft. I felt his cock pulsate with need. Veins bulged around his shaft; I couldn’t but help run the tip of my tongue against them, as if I was following a path.

“Fuck…” Joe groaned out.

“God no,” I heard a voice whimper. Bill’s eyes were filled with hurt.

I reached the crown of Joe’s cock.

“Would you like me to maybe, give it a little suck?”

“Please,” he growled again, his tone and composure crumbling.

Slowly, I parted my lips. I was dangerously close to his cockhead. I pumped his shaft up and down with my hand, eliciting further groans out of Joe.

I liked it. I liked having this power over someone as big and as powerful as him.

A drop of precum beaded out of his cock; it looked like a delicious pearl of sweetness.

Unperturbed, I licked it up.

“Fuck…” Joe moaned. His hands gripped my shoulders. Not able to wait any longer, I enveloped his head and drawn it into my waiting mouth.

Oh god, I’m such a slut.

Bill cried out in protest, but I ignored him. It wasn’t about him anymore; I wanted to—no, I needed to pleasure this black Adonis with my mouth.

I felt Joe’s hands fist my hair; he was trying not to lose control, but at the same time overcome with the urgent need to fuck my mouth. I was worried at first, but eventually I managed to accommodate his girth, learning to relax my mouth enough to take more of his cock in me. My tongue swirled and lapped at his cock, the room was filled with the obscene sounds of me sucking his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such an amazing cocksucker.”

I beamed, a part of me enjoyed that compliment. It encouraged me, made me pump his oversized shaft more and more as I pleasured him with my mouth.

“Gonna cum soon,” he warned.

I pumped harder. Fuck yes, I want him to fill my mouth with his hot, thick cum.

I pumped even more, as if I’m trying to draw as much out as possible.

“Fuck!” he bellowed.

My eyes widened as thick, copious blasts of cum hit the back of my mouth. Joe had his hands holding my head firmly, not wanting me to escape. I had no choice but to swallow as much as I could, but there was so much of it! I breathed in through my nose as I continued to swallow.

Eventually, Joe let go of me, stumbling back a little.

I turned over and looked at Bill, whose face was twisted in horror.

I opened my mouth. Globs of cum drooled out and down my chin, but most of it still pooled in my mouth. I wanted him to see it, his mouth filled with another man’s cum.

I swallowed it down. Delicious.

Bill’s eyes were red and strained.

Some guys whooped and cheered. Some were so turned on by the show, they had their dicks out and were jerking off.

Oh God, this is me. I’m having this effect on these horny bastards. Why does it feel so good?

A knock at the front door broke me from my reverie.

A sheriff walked in. A black sheriff.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded. “I received a call about a disturbance.”

“Officer!” Bill cried, “Please help us! These black... These guys assaulted me and that man over there, the big one, forced himself onto my wife!”

The sheriff tipped his hat. “Is this true ma’am?” He looked concerned.

“The white guy assaulted his wife,” Joe said. He managed to get his pants back on before the cop came in.

“I’m speaking to the lady.”

“It’s true.” I said. “My now to be ex-husband pushed me and these guys here were simply offering me some assistance.”

“C’mon Flick!” Bill whined.

“You shut up.” The sheriff told him.

“Well, if these fellas here corroborate with your version of events, then I guess I’ll be arresting this gentleman right here.”

I put a finger on my chin as if deep in thought. “There’s no need for that, Officer. The boys are already helping me enact a just punishment on him.”

His eyes turned into slits. “I hope you guys aren’t planning on a lynching. There ain’t none of that foolishness going on, not on my watch.”

“No sir,” several voices called out.

“They’re going to punish my husband… By fucking me in front of him. That is, if these boys are interested”

“Oh my,” the Sheriff exclaimed.

Several men in the room cleared their throats. But no one exited the bar.

“That’s messed up. But I ain’t aware of any law that’s been broken here. Public indecency maybe?”

“Officer,” Dwight the owner called to him. “This is my private property. I hold a liquor license too so technically this is a private party. Ain’t nothing public about it.”

The Sheriff looked around. Heavy curtains were drawn, shutting anyone from looking in.

“Well, I guess that’s all fine and dandy then.” He swallowed. “Lady, you mind if I joined in the fun?”

I smiled, of course Officer. I always wanted to be fucked by a police officer.”

Some of the guys had locked the door, making sure we weren’t disturbed.

To make things more fun, several of the guys held Bill down and I ‘borrowed’ the Sheriff’s handcuffs and cuffed Bill to the chair.

“Please don’t do this Flick, I forgive you,” Bill whimpered. Snot was running down his face.

I spat at him. “Fuck you Bill. Fuck you and your beloved Senator.”

God, I was in a room full of horny black men, each of them eager to have a taste of my pussy. Despite cumming earlier, my cunt was still wet and aching. I really needed cock.

And there was plenty of that around.

I took Joe’s hand and led him to the pool table.

“Sorry Joe, I did say I was going to be all kinds of crazy. I hope you didn’t think I was gonna be yours only.”

He smiled. “Girl. No problem. I’m cool with it. You’re crazy, but you’re crazy hot.”

I kissed his cheek. “Good, because you get to have the first taste.”

I bent over the pool table and bunched up my dress. I pulled down my panties, exposing my excited pussy to all the guys in the room. Again, some whooped and cheered. But mostly, I drank in the lust-filled looks on their faces.

“Ready to get some of this?” I asked.

Joe walked up behind me. His cock was out again and was hard as hell. He guided it to the entrance of my pussy and pushed it up and down, coating the tip with my juices.

“P-push it in…” I moaned.

“What about protection?”

“Fuck that, I want to feel your big black cock in me, raw.”

Joe growled at that, grabbed my hips and eased the tip into me.

“Oh shit…” I cried out, gritting my teeth. He was seriously big. I felt his eagerness, but also his patience; he really didn’t want to hurt me. It felt a little tight at first, but after about another inch, it started feeling good. He was so big, he literally filled me right up; every inch of the inner walls of my pussy was being rubbed against.

God, I never felt anything like it. My hands gripped the edge of the pool table. “More,” I begged.

Another inch.

Then another.

It was a slow, agonizingly delicious feeling. The deeper he was in me, the more clouded my mind was, intoxicated with pure pleasure.

Then he bottomed out in me. I was completely impaled on Joe’s monster cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joe hissed.

I reached under me and grabbed his bull-sized balls. Despite having ejaculated earlier, they still felt full of cum.

“Fuck me,” I ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” Joe slowly pulled his cock out and before he was completely out, he slid back into me, causing me to cry out with indescribable pleasure.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned.

Several men were using their cellphones to record me being fucked… Oh God, what if they put it up on the internet? The whole world would know how much of a slut I was! The thought aroused me even more.

Joe was sliding in and out of me easier now.

“Harder,” I ordered.

He gripped me tighter, fucking harder now, fucking me like a slut in heat. The room was filled with my moans of ecstasy. Pool balls on the table clattered uselessly on the other end.

The men all had their cocks out, jerking slowly; not able to help themselves but at the same time not wanting to blow their load, lest missing their chance to fuck me too.

I turned my head, and Bill was rocking uselessly in his chair, held down securely by the handcuffs.

There was something else too.

He was sporting a painful boner! It looked like it was grinding painfully against his pants. The dirty bastard was getting turned on by this humiliation.

“Flick, I’m going to cum,” Joe moaned out behind me.

“Cum in me!” I cried out.

“What if…”

“Fuck it, I want it Joe, I need to feel it in me.”

Not needing to be told again, Joe fucked me even harder. The pool table groaned against his incessant pounding. His cock was ravaging my insides.

“Oh fuck Joe! You’re making me cum!” I cried out.

I arched my head back hard as I came. My body shuddered and trembled under the weight of my orgasm, my pussy climaxing all over Joe’s massive cock.

That set him off too, and he growled, blasting hot, thick cum deep into my waiting pussy. My cunt tensed and contracted, trying to draw up as much cum as possible into my fertile womb.

Finally, Joe’s orgasm subsided too and he flopped on me; taking the moment to catch his breath.

Eventually, he pulled back, his softening cock popping out of my well-used pussy and copious amounts of sperm leaked out and down my legs, hitting the floor.

“Holy shit,” the sheriff exclaimed.

“So, who’s next?” I said weakly.

Bill whimpered. That made me smile cruelly.

I licked my lips.

I crawled towards where he was sitting, making sure the other men had a good view of my creampied pussy.

“You okay hon?” I said.

He shook his tear-stained face. I looked down at his aching bulge.

I took off his belt.

“You need some relief?”

He nodded.

I unzipped him, letting his cock spring free. It was so small and useless compared to these magnificent, black beasts.

“Would you like me to suck your cock? Just say please.”

“P-please,” he whimpered pathetically.

My mouth hovered over his dick. His dick twitched as it felt my hot breath all over it.

Then I pulled away. “Sorry hon, I have all these guys to play with. You know how it is.”

“Oh god…” Bill whimpered.

I made a ‘come hither’ motion with my fingers towards a man wearing a baseball cap and the sheriff; they were only too happy to oblige.

They were both quite sizable, but no where near as big as Joe, who was now sitting over by the bar and had a drink in his hand, enjoying the show.

I sucked Baseball Cap first, who swore. And then I alternated between him and the sheriff.

They were so turned on, it didn’t take long for either of them to cum. Dwight came into my mouth, but the sheriff wanted to give me a facial. Bill groaned in anguish again as he saw another man’s cum hit my face and hair.

I told another man to lay on the cold hard floor; he didn’t object. He was only too pleased to feel my pussy envelop his hard cock. I straddled him nice and slow, wanting to take my time as much as possible.

Making sure Bill’s torment lasted as long as possible.

A braver man came forward and put his cock by my face. I smiled and was happy to suck him off.

God, I never thought I’d do this; give a man a blowjob while riding another!

“Ma’am.” It was Dwight. “Do you mind if I fucked your ass?”

My eyes widened. “I never tried it before… What if it hurts?”

“I promise to be gentle.” His cock too was straining with painful need. I simply nodded.

From somewhere, Dwight had a jar of oil. It smelt like coconut and I presumed it was for cooking; it was his establishment after all and it served food too.

I squeaked in surprise as his finger rubbed my tight little asshole. He was gently coating it with the oil, while I was tentatively riding the man beneath me.

I moaned into the other guy’s cock as Dwight inserted his finger into me. It felt tight and strange.

“Try to relax, ma’am.”

I did my best. Then it started to feel good. Really fucking good.

“Are you ready?”

I simply nodded.

I felt Dwight crouch behind me. Then I felt his hands grabbing my hips and his slick cock searching for the entrance of my asshole.

Then he pushed.

“Ohhhh fuck…” I mewled. “Fuck…”

I never had a cock in my ass. I never had two cocks in me at once.

I felt my eyes roll upwards. God, I never felt anything like it. I could feel the two cocks inside me, almost rubbing against each other as they fucked me. Dwight took it real slow, making sure I felt as little discomfort as possible. My mind was going blank, I was in a complete state of carnal euphoria.

Somewhere in the corner, I saw Bill rocking and struggling. Some of the men laughed at how pathetic he was.

“C-cumming…” the guy below me whimpered.

Dwight said nothing, but I felt his muscular hands tighten around me.

“Cum inside me boys, I want to be completely filled up!” I cried.

They both came almost at the same time, and that delicious feeling of hot cum was inside both of my slutty holes. The guy I was sucking off came too, plastering my face with his cum.

I saw Bill rocking back and forth, his eyes wide-eyed with pain. He was a crying, blubbering mess.

And then he too ejaculated. A cum spouted out of his small dick and leaked down, all over himself. He just sat there looking pathetic.

“Oh god,” a man nearby commented. “That’s fucking gross man, this guy gets off on this shit.”

“Motherfucker better clean up after himself,” Dwight quipped.

The rest of the evening went by in a cloudy haze. I lost track of who was fucking me. I was covered in so much cum, that the room smelled of sex. I came so much too, having one intense orgasm after another.

Eventually, the number of men got smaller and smaller; the less virile ones leaving first.

Soon it was just Dwight, the sheriff, Joe and myself.

Bill of course was still handcuffed to the chair; it looked like a part of his spirit was permanently broken. A part of me couldn’t help but pity him.

The sheriff eventually undid the cuffs.

Bill stood up and rubbed his wrists gratefully – they were red raw from him struggling.

“Go on then, get the hell out,” Joe called out. “And don’t let the door his your ass on the way out.”

Bill made one last look at me, but I had nothing left in me but derision. He caught that, and left without another word, his tail between his legs. Even his car sounded defeated as he drove off.

The sheriff left to finish his shift and Dwight started cleaning up. Joe and I took the hint and went outside.

Joe put his leather jacket around me, which I was grateful for; dawn was breaking and it was cold.

“Sorry, I’ll make a mess of your coat.”

“Naw, forget about it.”

“Sorry if I behaved like such a slut tonight.” I didn’t know why I felt like I needed to explain myself to him, whom I barely know anything about.

“Don’t bother me, in fact, it was kinda hot. You had your reasons and you had the balls to go through with it.”

“Not as big as yours,” I said, which made the both of us laugh.

We walked over to a motorcycle. The only one left in the parking lot. It was one of those oversized Harleys you see in motorcycle movies. The Terminator would’ve been jealous of Joe’s ride.

“Can I give you a ride anywhere?”

“Umm I’m not sure where to go. I don’t want to go back to Bill’s. It’s a bit far from here anyways.”

“Well then, how about my place?”

My heart beat against my ribcage. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re being really sweet but after what I just did, I don’t think I’m dating material. Sorry, I know I’m presuming here.”

He put on a helmet and handed another one to me. “Don’t be silly. The way I see it, I’ve seen the worst that could happen and it don’t bother me none. All’s left are the good parts of Felicity I’ve yet to see.”

A tear beaded at the corners of my eyes.

“Well in that case, I’d be happy to, Joe.”

I climbed behind him and we rode off.