The Flasher
[aka 'Cindy's Swap Meet' or 'The Exhibitionist']
by Joe Block


PREFACE 

There was no doubt that Janet was excited. There was something just kinky 
enough about what she was going to do that turned her on, that made her slot 
squishy with moisture. She was out buying the clothes she needed for her 
interview and the rapid click of her heels on the concrete reminded her of 
what else she needed. 

It didn't take long walking on the wide, sun drenched mall to find a shoe 
store. Inside it smelled rich with leather odors and fresh shoe polish. The 
carpet was a red burr on the floor. 

"May I help you?" 

The clerk was a young good-looking man and when he smiled at her, Janet's 
knees went weak. 

"Yes," she said. "I'd like a pair of boots. High ones." Her own voice 
sounded strange. Like an echo in her ears. But it was all right. She was 
just high on nerves. Janet told herself that anyway. 

She sat in the seat and the man came back with several boxes and it was 
soothing when he took her shoes off and rubbed his hand over her toes. And 
then he was sliding the new leather up her calf and it felt so damn sensuous 
she almost came and had to squirm her cunny down against the slick plastic 
seat. 

It wasn't till the second boot was on that she looked closely at the clerk. 
He was staring up between her open knees and his hand was inside her skirt 
and hot in her inner thigh. She was stunned. And then she felt his finger 
probing through her panties and for the first time Janet really asked 
herself what she was getting into. 

 Chapter One 

Janet Fleming was having second thoughts about the new career she was 
contemplating. If it hadn't been for that lesbian birch, Sherille Bostwick, 
Janet would not be standing bare-assed in front of a lewdly ogling man. 

She wasn't certain yet whether she was thankful to her former coworker, 
Patricia Sayres, for setting up this interview. 

Janet could feel his rapacious eyes digging into her hemispherical tits. 
Dwelling on the half dollar sized areolae, his eyes narrowed in salacious 
appraisal. She watched him survey the rest of her physical attributes. 

He took a quick glance at her flared hips and her shapely legs. The eyes 
returned to her flattened stomach and the slight inward curve of her pubes. 

"I see you're a natural redhead," he remarked. "You have the collar and muff 
to match!" A ribald chuckle followed. 

She wanted to grab her clothes and leave. Patricia had warned her what to 
expect. If it wasn't for the fact she needed a job and the pay was good, 
Janet would still be looking somewhere else. 

"This Angelo Rodato will give you a square deal," Patricia had told her. 
"But you better be prepared to cooperate if you want to make it with him!" 

"I'm glad you approve!" she said with a hint of sarcasm; "Well, do I get the 
job or don't I?" 

"You got the built all right! The real merchandise! You unnerstan' what the 
job is all about?" he asked. 

"Yes, Angelo!" she sighed in annoyed impatience. "I stand on this turntable 
and whenever I pass a spot where a guy looks at me, I flash a big smile and 
wiggle my hips at him." 

"Yeh! That's it! You push your pussy up against the glass wall and give it a 
coupla sexy twists," Angelo added. "Just a coupla more things and we can 
close the deal. First, I wantcha to do a sexy dance for me. That's 
important!" 

He pushed a cartridge into a tape player. Middle Eastern music filled the 
room. Hell, she thought! I'm no belly dancer! What the hell!I'll give it my 
best shot! 

Janet swung her hips in her interpretation of the dance. She held her hands 
above her head, causing her tits to rise in a provocative thrust. Her hips 
squirmed and undulated in teasing twists. The twin succulent globes gyrated 
in their own erotic dance. 

She watched Angelo's reaction to her dancing. His eyes were wide open in 
lascivious approval. Her initial reaction to the minor mortification she was 
experiencing disappeared. As she swung her body to and fro in a wanton 
exhibition, a strange elation excited her. 

Janet could sense the lustful excitement filling Angelo's senses. His 
attention was riveted to her luxuriant fleshy gourds as they bounced in 
tantalizing quivers. Well, she would give him something else to drool over! 

Her hands dropped down to her hips. She stood in place, undulating her hips, 
slowly gyrating them in obscene movements. Every movement was intended to 
have some significant nuance. Janet's hands fluttered over her body in 
wanton search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she gently 
rubbed her hands along her thighs. She bowed slightly at the waist, bringing 
her hands down to the knees. This made her tits dangle a little, 
accentuating their erotic appearance. 

Slowly, in a zig-zag fashion, Janet brought her hands upward. Her legs were 
apart, knees slightly bent. The hands moved upward towards each other as if 
drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. 
The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the 
thick, puffy, labial exterior of her snatch. 

With effective showmanship, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. 
Janet drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of 
her twat. A grunt of lustful approval escaped Angelo's throat. 

Tauntingly, she moved her hips forward, back, in rotation; her parted slit 
beckoning, calling to him like some lorelei. She was pleased with herself. 

She had a smug feeling of superiority. Janet had never performed such a 
salacious dance before. And in the nude! Her sensual cavorting had aroused 
lustful thoughts in her audience. Angelo was disrobing! Her own erotic 
desires had been provoked by the act. 

Janet stared on the fiery stiff flesh that protruded from his loins. Before 
he mentioned it, she knew what was going to happen next. Under normal 
circumstances, she would not willingly submit to a fuck. This wasn't a 
normal situation! 

She was trying to get a job that would pay her forty ' illars a day, off the 
books. At some other time, she wouldn't give Angelo a second look! He was 
fat, sloppy, and vulgar! Her sensual demonstration had incited her carnal 
inclinations. She was ready to compromise her position. 

Angelo stroked his cock in slow caressing strokes. "Oh, baby! You look like 
a real hot piece! I'll bet ya fuck like a mink!" 

A self-satisfied smile spread across her face. "Try me and see!" she 
challenged. 

"C'mere!" he ordered. "Turn around and bend over. I'm gonna fuck ya 
doggie-style!" 

Janet assumed the position he ordered. A strange exhileration came over her. 
Being fucked by Angelo shouldn't be exciting her but it was! 

She felt his knuckles against her thighs as he fitted his cockhead to her 
red hairy slit. The snub nosed tip nestled between her cunt lips. He pushed 
inward. Her pussy was partially moist. With the absence of full lubrication 
of her snatch, Angelo's prick had a slight resistance to his penile 
penetration. 

Janet felt the rough friction of the thick hard cock moving into her cuntal 
canal. An abbreviated gasp escaped her lips as she felt his full hard 
impaction. 

Angelo grabbed her hips for purchase when his hard-on was halfway into her 
quim. He pulled her towards him, shoving his hips'forward in a violent 
thrust. He jammed his cock deep, burying it into her snug hole. 

The rough bristles of his pubic hairs scraped against the soft flesh of her 
callipygian buns. Currents of thrilling erotic electricity radiated through 
her cunt like incandescent tentacles. There was no point in fighting any 
moral conviction. Janet found this carnal contact erotically exhilerating. 
She wasn't interested in the right or wrong of the act; only the sensual 
satisfaction derived from it. 

Angelo reached around her and captured the coral studded tips of her boobs. 
He squeezed and manipulated the tips in a milking motion. She felt the dusky 
red nipples stiffen under his tactile teasing. 

Her twat was stuffed with his thick cock. His groin was curved in a tight 
weld to her ample cushiony buttocks. Angelo grounded his hips in a sinuous 
twist, letting his cock abrade the sentient pliant muscles of her snug 
fitting snatch. 

Janet's pussy was sweating from the sensual arousal. She could feel the 
friction of Angelo's cock heating up her cunt. 

In her limited sexual encounters, she had never experienced this position. 
Somehow, the stiff shaft of flesh had a deeper penetration and lent a more 
stimulating contact to the act. 

With her ass cheeks pressed tightly against his groin, Janet moved her hips 
in tandem with his grinding gyrations. 

Her movements acted as an invitation for Angelo to start fucking her. He 
started to stoke her venereal furnace. His prick began a partial gradual 
withdrawal. Using the same deliberate motion, Angelo pushed his cock back 
into the constrictive confines of her snatch. 

Janet emitted a humming exclamation of approval. "Hmmmmm!" Her body quivered 
as the sound rumbled through her chest. 

The hard shaft of flesh came half way out of its veneral confines and 
slammed back into the hole with a quick thrust. She felt the cockhead strike 
her cuntal wall with a force of authority behind it. 

Each time his prick struck her sentient twat, Janet thrilled to the touch. 
Angelo knew how to use his cock! This was no wham-bam-thank you ma'm fuck! 
In her opinion, he was a coarse person. It didn't affect his fucking 
ability. She had met guys with better manners who lacked Angelo's sexual 
skill. None of them had Angelo's penile skill. 

He continued to piston his dick in measured thrusts. She squirmed and 
undulated her hips in a sinuous grind. Her wanton response was due to the 
lascivious stirrings created by the probing cock. 

Angelo maintained the unhurried cadence of his coital thrusts. The prong 
probing her pussy increased the rhythm of its thrusts. Angelo quickened the 
tempo. His cock shuttled with faster strokes. She felt his balls flailing 
the inside of a thigh in gentle taps. 

She was certain he was about to come. Instead, he slowed down and returned 
to the deliberate cadence of a slow fuck. 

His hands continued to maul her tits. She felt the rough squeezes and 
ignored the slight discomfort. Janet was too busy enjoying the erotic 
stimulation of Angelo's prick. 

His leisurely prodding of her snatch afforded her the opportunity of 
responding to the frictioning cock. The glowing pulsations of an orgasm 
throbbed within her bowels. An inflammation of erotic passion grew inside 
her quim. She wanted Angelo to fuck her with more vigor to release the 
throbbing beat. 

"Ohhh!" she groaned. "Fuck me harder, faster!" she urged him. "I can feel 
myself coming! Do it, do it!" 

At her exhortation, Angelo pumped his cock faster. He accelerated the 
driving thrusts, pushing harder and deeper into her steaming coosy. His 
fleshy battering ram struck again and again into her cuntal wall. She 
answered his movements with her own complimentary wriggles of her ass. 

Janet's cunt was ready to burst with the orgasm dammed up in it. His cock 
abraded the moist wall lining of her snatch. It was like a match striking 
the sandpaper on a matchbook! The friction ignited his prick. Janet felt the 
spasms begin, heralding the onset of climax. Angelo made a series of 
frenzied penile jabs just before the first spurt rocketed into her cunt. He 
made one final hard thrust. Splat! Splat! Splat! Each burst of come 
splattered onto her cuntal wall. As the individual globs struck her 
sensitive cuntal muscles, she felt a kind of lustful intoxication. 

The final thrust Angelo had made was a momentary pause. As the thick milky 
come jetted out of his prick, he began to pump his prick at a frenzied 
tempo. 

Janet emitted a groan of sensual pleasure as her own orgasm erupted. 
"Ahhrrr!" she exclaimed in ecstatic delight. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

She rocked her hips back and forth in tandem with the thrusting tube. She 
was aware of his prick softening in her damp hole. He removed his prick. A 
residue of their mutual come dribbled out as he unplugged her twat. 

Angelo gave her a gentle pat on her asscheeks. "You could make more money 
hustling ass, baby!" he said. "How about it? I can fix ya up real good! It's 
better than having a bunch of horny guys peeping atcha!" 

"No thanks! I'll take my chances with the peepshow," she answered. "When can 
I start?" 

"Ya start tomorrow! Here's the address. You report to Lenny. He'll tell you 
what to do!" 

Janet took the piece of paper and dressed. After she left the office, she 
reflected about the interview for her new job. It was something she had 
hoped to avoid. Working for Angelo was a cut above prostitution. She had 
already compromised herself by putting out for him. A mischievous grin 
spread across her face. Being fucked by Angelo wasn't that bad! At least she 
had a decent orgasm out of it! 

The following day, she returned to the address Angelo had given her. 
Sandwiched between a movie house and a bookstore was her new place of 
employment. Both establishments catered to the porno trade. She walked up a 
dirty flight of stairs and found the office. 

A tall pock-faced man answered her querying greeting. "Lenny?" 

"Len! You must be the new girl. Come on, I'll show ya where to hang your 
clothes and where the rig is," he said. 

She followed him into a small room with a half a dozen locker closets. A 
mixture of offensive odors filled her nostrils. There was a long wooden 
bench in front of the lockers. Janet undressed and placed her clothing and 
bag in the locker. Lenny led her to a door. 

Two girls were standing on a slow moving turntable. A glass partition was in 
front of them. From time to time, a small square opened in back of the glass 
partition. Janet couldn't see any faces. The small aperture was filled with 
someone's eyes peering into it. From where she stood, she couldn't make out 
distinct features. She only knew some horny bastard was looking in. 

"Okay, Linda!" Lenny announced. "You can take a break. Got a second team 
going in for ya!" 

A tall willowy blonde with pendulous tits turned around. As the turntable 
brought her to the door, she stepped off. She smiled at Janet. "It's all 
yours, honey! Enjoy yourself!" 

Janet stepped onto the moving platform. "Remember! Shove that pussy up 
against the glass and wriggle it!" Lenny reminded her. "That's what these 
schmucks are paying for!" 

She looked over at the other girl on the platform. Janet smiled and said, 
"Hi! How's it going?" 

The other girl gave an indifferent shrug. "It's a living!" 

Janet's attempt to make friendly overtures were rebuffed. Fuck her! Janet 
thought. I didn't ask her to marry me. Just to be friendly. 

An aperture opened up and she could see someone peering at her. She rubbed 
her snatch up against the glass partition. In a fit of wanton whimsy, Janet 
inserted fingers into her twat, spreading them apart. A grin emphasized her 
waggish gesture. Under other circumstances, Janet would find displaying her 
body in this vulgar exhibition repulsive to her nature. For some unexplained 
reason, she found this situation a big joke. 

She rode around for a half hour, showing off her cunt whenever an opening 
showed in front of her. The door she entered, opened, Four nude men joined 
the two women on the turntable. Two approached her and the other two men 
joined her partner. 

Janet looked up surprised at her visitors. "It's show time!" one of the men 
announced. "Let's go, baby!" 

She started to protest. The two men were pushing her down onto the floor of 
the platform. Janet began to struggle but they overpowered her Before she 
knew it, one man had placed himself inside her thighs. His prick entered her 
cunt, impaling her. The other man knelt above her chest. His knees pressed 
into her shoulders. She looked up to see his heavy cock poised over face. 

He held the cock near the base and shook it in her face. "Eat it!" he 
demanded. 

Janet had never given head and she wasn't about to now! "Eat it yourself!" 
she snapped. "Let me go before I start yelling rape!" she threatened. 

"Hey, Joe! Convince this bitch to cooperate!" the man with the cock in her 
face said. 

Janet felt the body between her legs shift a little. A scream of pain tore 
from her throat. Joe had reached out and grabbed a tit nipple and pinched it 
viciously. 

"That should soften her up, Mickey!" her tormentor said. 

Mickey shook his prick in her face. "Start sucking, honey! Make it good!" 

Tears of pain blurred her vision. She stared at the penile Cyclops. The ruby 
bullet-nosed head dotted with the small peehole. 

Mickey pushed his prick closer to her lips. With a grimace of reluctance, 
Janet opened her mouth and admitted the cock. She closed her lips over the 
tumescent tube. 

The taste of the hard flesh resting between her lips surprised her. She 
expected a terrible taste. Instead, she found it palatable. Closing her 
eyes, not in blissful contemplation, but to shut out the spectre of sucking 
cock, Janet licked at the imprisoned flesh. 

Her tongue rolled about the crown of the shaft in hesitant licks. She looked 
up to see Mickey staring down at her in lustful contemplation. Janet had a 
vague idea of how to suck cocks. She kept her tongue sliding over the 
absorbed prick. 

Between her thighs, Joe was pumping his prick in rapid strokes. It didn't 
compare to Angelo's style. Any moment, she expected Joe to shoot his load. 
This show was for the benefit of the horny bastards dumping their quarters 
into the coin boxes. It was going to be a quickie at the rate Joe was going! 
Janet didn't expect his staying powers. 

The insertion of the cock into her dry twat was a rough penetration. Her 
cunt walls began to sweat from the frictioning heat created by the pistoning 
prick. 

She found it difficult to ignore the erotic friction of the cock scraping 
against her cuntal flesh. Her hips rocked in cadence with Joe's thrusts. 
Janet responded to the sensual stimulation. 

This was a flagrant act of rape. Had she been told this was a part of the 
job, she would have given it consideration. Janet had submitted to sex with 
Angelo. Given an alternative in this situation, her choice would be the 
same. Submit! No one had given her that choice! 

Her chagrin was subdued by the erotic tantalizing of her pussy. She couldn't 
resist the sensual scraping of a cock along her cuntal walls. That stiff 
piece of flesh was inducing a feeling of sensual well-being. She savored the 
subtle sensuality of Joe's pumping prong. The forceful bump of his pelvis 
pounded into the vee of her crotch. With immoral abandon, she matched his 
fucking movements. 

In spite of the weight on her chest, Janet managed to buck her hips in 
frenzied coital thrusts. Her ass bounced against the dirty carpeting that 
covered the floor of the platform. All that mattered was the gratification 
of the lascivious turbulence brewing into a storm within her erogenous hole. 
She breathed deeply in ecstatic exhileration. 

Her tongue continued to lavish strong sweeps over the imprisoned cock in her 
mouth. Janet licked the vibrant hard-on as though it was a candy cane. 

She knew there was more to sucking cock than just licking on it. For the 
moment, it would have to do! If they guy didn't like it, he could do it 
himself! This wasn't a part of the deal when she was hired! Although, at 
this point, she considered the fucking a fringe benefit! 

That guy plowing her cunt was a machine! His stamina seemed endless. A 
carnal exhileration pervaded her senses. Deep within her vagina, paroxysms 
of an orgasm throbbed, building up to the violent climax she expected. 

Her hips rocked in frenzied thrusts as the orgasm exploded in her quim. She 
wanted to cry out in elated sexual pleasure. Mickey was holding her chin and 
fucking her mouth in quick thrusts. He bounced up and down on her tits. At 
least this part of her ordeal would be over soon. Janet's concern was about 
ingesting the thick flow of come. 

The next moment was unexpected! Mickey withdrew his prick from her mouth in 
a quick withdrawal. She watched as he curled his fingers about his cock 
reddened from the heat of her oral forge. His hand pumped in rapid strokes. 
He pumped his hips as he fucked his fist. 

Her eyes widened in surprised fascination as the globs of milky come spurted 
out. Mickey raised his body a few inches off her chest. The warm sticky come 
struck her tits. Some of the discharge reached her chin and cheek. 

Joe pulled his prick out of her snatch. Janet peered past the open vee of 
Mickey's thighs. Joe was doing the same thing! He pulled at his prong with 
frantic tugs. A chalky flood of come skidded across her stomach. What a 
waste of good come, she thought! She couldn't understand spraying her with 
their come. 

It was a disgusting and degrading act. The warm glutinous substance on her 
body cooled off. It was sticky and uncomfortable now. Janet felt a feeling 
of loathing for these two who had attacked her. 

"You give a lousy blow job!" Mickey remarked as he stood up. "If you got the 
time tonight, I could give you lessons!" 

"Fine!" she snapped back. "And if I'm not there, you can start without me!" 

The two men laughed. "It's all part of the job," Joe said. He held out his 
hand. "No hard feelings?" 

"Oh ... oh, go play with yourself!" Janet shouted back in flustered anger. 

She stood up. As the turntable neared the exit door, she stormed out. She 
needed a job badly but she was damned it she would keep this one! The cold 
sticky come on her body made her uncomfortable adding to her irritation. 

Lenny met her in the locker room. He tossed a towel at her. "Here! Wipe 
yourself off! How did you like your first day at work?" 

Taking the towel, she rubbed herself briskly with the towel. Janet hoped she 
could rub out the obscene defilement of her body. 

"You can keep your disgusting job! Just pay me for the time I've worked. I 
quit!" she said. 

She dressed hurriedly, wanting to get as far away from this disgusting place 
as possible. 

"Too bad you feel that way, honey! I had great plans for you. Here! Here's 
ten bucks! And that's overpaying ya since you only worked about a half an 
hour!" 

Janet took the bill and pushed it into her pocketbook and left. 

The entire incident had unnerved her. Janet's body shook with indignation. 
She walked over to a coffee shop a block away. 

Damn, she thought! That's all everyone wants from me, my body! What a bunch 
of animals! 

She opened her bag to pay for the coffee. Her body shook from the 
frightening discovery. Gone! All the money she had in the purse was gone! 
She had forty dollars in bills and about a dollar and a half in change with 
two subway tokens. The only money she had was the ten dollars Lenny had 
given her! 

Those dirty bastards! They had taken her money while she was on the 
turntable! 

She contemplated going back with the police and preferring charges against 
them. Her body trembled With agitation. She tried to think clearly. There 
was no way she could prove they took her money. They had really given her a 
fucking! 

"Take her coffee out of this and bring me a cup!" a male voice said. Janet 
saw a dollar bill flutter onto the counter. She turned to look at the voice 
sitting alongside of her. 

He was a tall heavy-set amn. The thinning hair added years to his young 
face. Light grey eyes smiled at her. 

"My name's Harvey Kelley! That's Kelly with an e! I caught your act over at 
Lenny's place. You look like a sharp kid so I'll lay my cards on the table. 
I'm honest with all my girls! I'm a pimp!" 

He kept his eyes on her face for some reaction. "You don't seemed surprised. 
Good! I want to make you one of my in-laws. The pay is good! The hours are 
good! And I treat my women well!" 

Janet was stunned by his approach. She had heard and read about the 
different ways girls were recruited as whores. This was not the usual way. 
This was an open solicitation with no frills of subterfuge. 

"What makes you think I want to be a prostitute?" 

He chuckled. "Well, if you took a job at Lenny's, you needed the money. 
Knowing the way Lenny words, you still need money! C'mon! Finish your coffee 
and we'll grab a cab to your place and get your things. For the time being, 
you'll move into my place." 

She took a liking to him. He was polite and considerate. There was an air of 
authority about him. He took charge in a sort of sympathetic manner. Not too 
bossy! At least, he laid his cards on the table! None of this other bullshit 
she had to put up with! 

He watched her hesitantly making a decision. 

Harvey smiled at her. "I have a medical plan, pension plan, and other fringe 
benefits for my girls. 

The only difference between working for me and some nine to five job is that 
you know when you're getting fucked. At least getting fucked when you're 
hooking is better than being fucked in order to keep your other job!" 

Janet tossed her shoulders in an expressive shrug. "What the hell! If I have 
to give it away, I might as well get paid for it." 

He nodded. "That's the attitude I like to see my girls have. You and I are 
going to get along fine!" 

 Chapter Two 

Two weeks after making her fateful decision, Janet found herself adapting to 
her life as a whore. Harvey had turned her over to one of the girls for more 
instruction. Janet had learned how to give a decent blowjob. She had a brief 
encounter with ass fucking. 

It had been quite a trip for her! She had left her hometown of Washington, 
Pennsylvania because it lacked the excitement and potential of a large city 
like New York. 

She managed to find a job as a salesclerk in a well known dress house. The 
personnel manager had made several overtures to her. He was always finding 
some excuse to see her. During these encounters, there would be 
surreptitious attempts to feel her up. Or the invitations for a date with 
guarded hints for sex later on. He was so obvious. 

Sherille Bostwick wasn't as obvious at first. She was the head buyer. Janet 
had accepted an invitation to have dinner at her home. Janet wasn't 
completely naive but never suspected Sherille's lesbian inclinations. She 
discovered that one evening after the meal. 

Luxurating in a warm tub in Harvey's apartment, Janet recalled the incident 
that started her on the road to her present occupation. 

"How would you like to model our fall line?" Sherille had asked her. 

"I never thought of myself as a model. I'm honest enough to think I don't 
have the figure for it. But if you think I can do it, I'd love to try," 
Janet answered. 

"Nonsense! I have the final say in choosing the models. Why don't you take 
off your clothes so that I can get a good look at your figure. In the 
meantime, I'll change and bring out a few things for you to try on." 

Janet had stripped off her clothing. Exhibiting her naked body to another 
woman under these circumstances did not bother her. It seemed like such a 
matter-of-fact thing. 

Sherille had returned to the room dressed in a gossamer peignoir. Small 
conical tits peeked out at Janet in an insouciant stare. It belied the heavy 
ample appearance of her boobs when she was dressed. Janet thought, what 
Nature's forgotten, you've stuffed with cotton! 

"Try these on!" Sherille suggested, handing her a bra and step-ins. 

When Janet took them, she realized they were a little unusual. The bra was 
more like a sling. It caught the underside of her tits, supporting them. The 
tips and top of her breasts were exposed. The step-ins also lacked 
completeness. They were black lace with the crotch missing. Janet became 
suspicious at the sight of the lingerie. 

"My dear, there's no doubt about you working as model for me," Sherille 
exclaimed. "You have a wonderful figure!" 

Sherille moved with the graceful lunge of a predatory feline. It caught 
Janet unprepared. 

Sherille's lips fastened over a succulent nipple. One hand cupped Janet's 
crotch. With a gentle shove, she pushed Janet onto the couch. 

"No, stop! What the hell are you doing?" Janet protested. 

She knew how to cope with an overzealous male. Janet didn't know what to do 
in a situation like this. She tried to push Sherille's body free from hers. 

Instead, the mouth remained fastened tightly to the nipple. Soft, greedy, 
sucking sounds emitted from Sherille's mouth. Her fingers massaged the 
cuntal slit with gentle tantalizing strokes. Janet continued to struggle to 
free herself but found the erotic stimulation beginning to affect her. 

Her vigorous vocal protests grew weaker. Instead, low anguished moans of 
pleasure gurgled in her throat. 

"Ohhrrr!" Janet murmured. "Nooo! Don't! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" It was a token protest 
but she had succumbed to the teasing erotic play. 

Sherille's talented mouth aroused a passionate fire within her. Janet's 
nipple stiffened under the skilled lingual manipulation. An erotic current 
of excitement rippled down her spine and joined the piquant churning in her 
cunt. Her pussy was damp from the manual stimulation. 

Janet uttered anxious moans of ecstatic exhilaration. "OHHRrrrr! Ohhh! 
That's good! That feels so gooood!" 

Sherille released her oral grip on the ravaged tit. The tantalizing mouth 
that teased Janet's tit pursued other quests. Lovingly, the lips pressed 
against the hillocks of the rounded breasts. With soft, gentle, sucking 
kisses, Sherille covered Janet's body with a moist trail as she moved 
downward. 

The oral teasing and the fingering of her snatch had evoked a strong 
rapturous thrill in Janet. She never experienced such a voluptuous sensation 
before. Men had aroused her and induced sexual gratification but never like 
this! 

When the exploring mouth passed over Janet's cunt, a new voluptuous chill 
swept over her. She felt the tongue searching the erogenous crevice. The 
fitted mouth moved to her clitoris. She squirmed in delirious rapture at the 
new contact. No one had ever licked her clitty before! 

Sherille had inserted two fingers into the dewy snatch as her lips coaxed 
Janet into further sensual gratification. The contrived phallus moved in and 
out, frigging the cunt. It was slow, unhurried, resembling a vaginal massage 
rather than a simulated fuck. 

In the meantime, Sherille's lips and tongue sent chilling tremors through 
Janet's body. It started at the base of her clitoris, dipped into the depths 
of her vagina, and with accelerating force shot upward through her stomach. 

Janet began to squirm in tempo with her anguished moans of sensual ecstasy. 
"Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm! That's nice! It feels so good!" She murmured light sighs of 
approval. Soft little humming sounds. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" 

She moved her hips in coital thrusts. The digital phallus pistoned in and 
out of her twat faster and faster. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Janet announced in an urgent whisper. "Here it 
comes! Now! Now! Fuck me, fuck me!" 

In her erotic intoxication, she had forgotten the two fingers probing her 
cunt wasn't a cock. All she knew was a violent storm was battering her 
cuntal walls. Her body jerked and convulsed in an orgasmic seizure. The 
pulsating climactic throbs filled her loins. She humped her ass in frantic 
thrusts. 

Sherille removed her fingers from the saturated quim and replaced it with 
her mouth. Her tongue probed deep in the rosie well. She extracted the musky 
discharge with greedy licks like a bear attacking a beehive. 

Janet continued to sigh in low ecstatic rapture. After several minutes, 
Sherille stopped sucking her cunt. She gazed up at Janet, her eyes shone 
with carnal elation. Her chin glistened from a mixture of saliva and come. 

"I knew you'd like it once you tried it!" Sherille said in a husky voice. 
"Just stay there a moment. I have another thrill for you." 

Janet remained on the couch, savoring the last vestiges of her sexual 
experience. Her eyes were shuttered in dreamy bliss. 

"Look what I have for you, dear!" Sherille announced. 

She opened her eyes to stare at the huge fake cock that protruded from 
Sherille's crotch. It looked grotesque and obscene. The sight of the dildo 
strapped to Sherille's waist brought her back to reality. 

Janet bolted up from the couch. "You're sick! You had me going there for a 
moment. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you shove that into my cunt!" She 
ran into the bedroom and dressed. 

Sherille hurried in after her. "No, wait, wait! Don't leave me! You loved it 
when I went down on you. Can't you see how wonderful you and I get along? We 
could do this all the time. I didn't mean to frighten you! Look! I'll take 
off this dildo and I'll just make love to you." 

Janet was filled with disgust and revulsion. She looked at Sherille with a 
contemptuous glare. "Don't bother, you .. . you. .. queer! And you know what 
you can do with your job! Shove it! I won't be in tomorrow!" 

A knocking on the bathroom door interrupted her reminiscing. 

"Hey! Shake your ass! I have a trick for you and you have to be there right 
away!" Harvey shouted in to her. 

Janet returned to the present. It was almost two months since the incident. 
She got out of the tub and towelled herself. 

Opening the door, she nodded to him. She had worked a few tricks to get 
acclimated. All of them were by appointment. Harvey talked to her while she 
dressed. 

"This is a special client. He's going to pay you fifty dollars so be nice to 
him and very cooperative," Harvey instructed her. "So far, you've only been 
doing some regular fucking. I have plans for you for some high class 
clientele. This is going to be a kind of training to see if you can handle 
the type of trade I think you're suited for! Okay?" 

Janet bobbed her head in acknowledgment. "Whatever you say, Harvey!" 

Handing her a ten dollar bill, he said, "Cab fare! Here's the address. 
Remember! You do whatever he wants and make sure he enjoys himself!" 

The address she went to was in the East 80s. It was an impressive brownstone 
building. She walked up the long flight of stairs and rang the bell. 

The door opened and she stepped inside. She looked at the man standing 
behind the door. He was a short dumpy man dressed in a white smock. Had he 
clothes under, the smock, she might have guessed him to be a doctor. From 
his appearance, she saw he wore no clothes under the smock. 

He spoke with a slight foreign accent. "Ah, Miss Jones! I see you're on time 
for your examination. Please! Step this way into my room." 

Janet realized what Harvey meant by a special John. This man was 
fantasizing, pretending he was a doctor. She had never participated in a 
fantasy. Stepping behind a curtained partition, Janet stripped and put on a 
white dressing gown. 

Her make-believe doctor had a room outfitted with an examining table and 
several glass paneled enameled cabinets. Getting onto the table, Janet 
noticed the cut out section. Instead of having her buttocks completely on a 
leather padding, only part of her asscheeks were supported. There was a 
large vee cut into the table, allowing better access to her cunt and 
asshole. 

She swung her feet into the metal stirrups and waited for him to begin. He 
started with the innocent use of a stethoscope and took her blood pressure. 

Here's where I start earning my money, she thought as she watched him take a 
speculum from the cabinet. 

Flipping the dressing gown up to expose her cunt, he inserted the metal 
flanged instrument into her snatch. She felt the cunt lips parted in a wide 
spread. 

Inserting a glass lighted tube into the pink-red interior, he studied her 
vagina. "Hmmmm!" he murmured in professional observation, "You have an 
impaction in your vagina. We'll have to clear that up! Let's see what a 
rectal examination shows!" 

Janet's hips jerked at the insertion. She felt the tender orifice 
stretching. Having had her ass fucked, she was used to the pressure on her 
sphincter. The pressure from the metal bars stretching her asshole was 
different. It wasn't quite painful but extremely uncomfortable. 

An exploring finger was jammed into her ass. He probed the warm pliant 
muscles of her rectum. There was a mild pleasant sensation to the tactile 
examination. She found herself enjoying this little act. It reminded her of 
her childhood days when the kids played doctor in secret excitement. 

"First we have to cleanse the area before we treat the impaction," he said. 

Janet envisioned him getting ready to give her a little beef injection with 
a two ball compound. She was startled when he started to spray shaving cream 
over her red pubic hairs. 

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, starting to rise. 

He pressed his hand against her chest and shoved her back onto the table. 
"Relax! I have to prep you!" 

She didn't like the idea of having her hair removed. Remembering Harvey's 
admonition to satisfy the John, she remained lying on tke table. Having her 
hair shaved off bothered her. 

He produced a straight-edged razor and began the ritual. She could feel the 
sharp blade scraping against her skin, removing the hirsute camouflage. 
Janet watched as the reddish bush disappeared. Her crotch felt cooler with 
the absence of hair. A towel was rubbed across her pubes to remove the 
excess shaving cream. The rough scrubbing brought a mild erotic glow to her. 
"Now to clean the vagina!" he announced. Janet stared at the douche he held. 
It was a bulb type affair with a large thick nozzle shaped like a cock. He 
shoved it deep into her twat and squeezed hard on the bulb. She felt the 
forceful water pressure squirting into her cunt. 

Holding a large enamel pan under her ass, he frigged her cunt with the 
nozzle. Some of the water was forced out, tickling her pussy. When the tube 
was removed, the rest of the water flushed out of her cunt. 

"What... what are you doing?" she demanded in a frightened voice. Her hands 
were being taped down to the table. He began taping her legs down. 

"Well, the treatment gets a little bit rough. I'm just taking a few 
precautionary measure. Don't worry! You'll be all right!" he assured her. 

Janet became panic-stricken. She strained at the adhesive bonds on her 
wrists and found it difficult to break. Up until now, it had been fun and 
games! This new development had her worried. 

Prepping a patient meant some kind of an operation! Her John had finished 
prepping her and had secured her to the table. Janet was apprehensive about 
him performing some kind of surgery on her. 

"Please, please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded. 

He ignored her pleas, busying himself with the preparations. Janet watched 
in wide-eyed fascination as he neared her with a curved double dildo. 

Her sphincter was lubricated with a medical jelly. The back phallus was 
fitted into her asshole and the other, into her cunt. Plugging up her two 
holes wasn't bad! She found the twin impaction comfortable. The thought of 
being frigged in both holes simultaneously appealed to her. 

The bogus doctor brought out another gadget. It looked like a transformer 
used with toy trains. Leading from the transformer were two wires with 
alligator clips attached to the ends. The alligator clips were attached to 
her nipples. 

"Ouch!" Janet yelped. "That hurts! Take it off, take it off!" The serrated 
teeth of the clips bit into her tender tips. 

"Just relax, my dear, you'll forget the temporary pain," he answered. 

Turning a knob on the transformer sent a shocking tingle into her tits. 
Janet twitched on the table. "Stop, stop!" she shouted. 

The temporary shocking sensation was forgotten when he turned on a switch 
centered on the twin dildos. 

At first, the twin dildos emitted a mild pulsating throb. It was a gentle 
erogenous stimulation. Janet found them pleasant enough with their mild 
lascivious pulsations. She considered this treatment more like pleasure than 
business except for the sharp pressure of the clips on her tits. 

Her cunt reacted to the tantalizing vibrations. Juices oozed through the 
walls of her twat in erotic sweating. A strong vaginal tickle titillated 
her. The humming of the twin vibrators reached her ears. It was an erotic 
tune, adding the stimulating throbs in her holes. 

She felt an incandescent warmth spreading through the confines of her cunt 
and asshole. Her body trembled from the sensual ecstasy. Janet squirmed in 
licentious abandon. The piquant pleasure elicited from the vibrators 
pervaded her nervous system. Little moans of erotic bliss floated from her 
lips. The only thing missing was the potent coital thrusts. 

A voluptuous current surged through her from the electrifying tingles of the 
vibrators. It took her mind off the sharp bite of the clips on the nodes of 
her tits. Her pussy was saturated from the heavy oozing of juices. She 
jerked her hips and pelvis in violent spasms. A thousand prickling needles 
titillated every nerve fiber in her body. She squirmed in exquisite erotic 
agony as a thousand mild electric shocks jolted her nervous system. The 
sensation flooded both her erogenous holes. In the confined spaces with no 
outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself. 

Moans of erotic rapture rumbled in her throat. "Ohhmmm! This is wild! What a 
way to have an orgasm! Put your cock in me and fuck me! I want to feel a 
real cock pumping inside of me!" she pleaded in an urgent hoarse voice. 

Her nervous system was being tormented and she was unable to stop it. It was 
like having an itch and not being able to scratch! This was a new kind of 
piquant voluptuousness that induced an orgasm. 

Her body bounced on the table in frenzied writhing. Janet's eyes were 
closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the exquisite 
erotic torture of the vibrators and the open mouth emitting the groans and 
moans of pleasure. She sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do 
something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to 
drive her mad! 

"No more, no more! Stop, stop! I can't take it! It's driving me crazy!" she 
exclaimed. 

The orgasm built up inside her venereal entrails. With a violent fury, it 
broke over her like rollers breaking on a surf. Wave after wave of the 
orgasmic juices washed over her cuntal cavern. Janet had a vague awareness 
of come dribbling past the thick impaction in her twat. Her mind 
concentrated on the taunting exquisite ravishment of the instruments humming 
in the confines of her cunt and asshole. 

She continued to beg for him to stop. The tingling vibrations were driving 
her to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to 
stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Stop, stop! No more! Oh! That's beautful! I haven't 
come like this ... I... I... I'm coming again." Her body jerked in wild 
writhing. "Oh, this is good! Oh, Oh!" she gasped. 

"YAHHRRRRR!" 

Her last outburst was a shout of anguished ecstasy. A roar of enraptured 
exultation. As her vocal demonstration of erotic fervor erupted from her 
throat, Janet felt another violent spasm in her twat. 

She thought she would pass out from the intense exquisite pulsations. As 
suddenly as it began it stopped. 

The vibrators and clips were removed. Her cunt and ass continued to tingle 
from the after effects. She could feel the prickling sensations in her 
buttocks and thighs. 

The speculum was inserted into her snatch again and the interior examined. 
She hardly felt the pressure of the flanged metal spreading her cuntal lips. 
He pressed a finger into her twat, washing it in the heavy effusion 
collected in her venereal well. 

"It doesn't look too bad!" he said. "Just a little more treatment!" 

Janet hoped it wasn't going to be the vibrators again. She wished he would 
get around to fucking her with his cock. He removed the smock, exposing his 
naked body. A small hardon peeked out beneath his protruding stomach. He 
fitted an extension penile sleeve over his prick, strapping it about his 
waist. 

Janet's eyes bulged in shocked disbelief. It was about ten inches long and 
about three inches thick. She doubted if her cunt could accommodate such a 
formidable weapon. 

"You're ... you're not going to stick that in me, are you?" she asked in a 
tremulous voice. 

"Don't worry! Your vagina can take it!" 

He pushed the tip between the hairless cuntal lips and slowly buried the 
shaft in her pussy. Her mouth opened in silent protest at the pressure. A 
rasping gurgle bubbled from her throat. She felt the tip resting on her 
cervix. 

Janet was surprised she could take such a large cock. Even if it was a fake 
one! 

He began the rhythmic coital thrusts, pulling the cock out in a partial 
withdrawal and shoving it back in. Each time the cock rammed inward, it 
jabbed the cervix. She felt a lance of pain spearing her cunt and shooting 
up to her brain. 

"Ughh! Ughh!" she grunted in painful gasps. "You're hurting me!" she 
complained. 

Her remarks were ignored. The lascivious pounding continued. The cock sawed 
in and out of her twat in a pistoning tempo. Despite the pain, Janet found 
herself moving in tandem with his penile cadence. She could feel an orgasm 
burgeoning in her bowels. His crotch bumped into the vee of her thighs on 
each inward thrust. 

The tempo increased. He was pumping faster and harder now. Anguished groans 
of pain rippled from her throat from the torturous thrusts. 

He shoved his prick home in a final thrust. She felt his body quivering as 
the paroxysms of an orgasm seized him. She could guess he was coming! There 
wasn't any discharge from the encased cock. 

A mild orgasmic pulsation in her cunt reduced some of the pain emanating 
from her battered cunt. 

Uncoupling himself, the little man examined her cunt with the speculum. 
"Ahhh!" he murmured in satisfaction. "The impaction is gone! You can leave 
now!" 

He stripped off the adhesive tape. Janet winced a little as the sticky tape 
came off her wrists and legs. 

When she finished dressing, he handed her a fifty dollar bill. "Here's a 
little something else for you," he said, handing her a twenty dollar bill. 

The bonus was something she hadn't expected. She smiled, thanking him and 
said, "It was a pleasure, doctor! Anytime I can be a patient again, let me 
know!" 

He nodded. "Perhaps! Goodbye!" 

 Chapter Three 

Her cunt throbbed from the painful pounding it had taken. The twenty dollar 
tip helped to compensate for it. Janet was pleased and anticipated keeping 
it for herself. 

At the apartment, Harvey held out his hand without saying a word. She opened 
the purse and handed him the fifty. 

"Where's the rest of it?" he asked. 

"That's all there was! A fifty dollar trick like you said," she answered. 

"He gave you a tip didn't he?" 

"Well, yes, but... but I thought it was for me!" she replied flustered. 
"When you work for me, I get everything. Hand it over!" he demanded. 

His voice was low but there was no mistaking the tone or the look on his 
face. 

"Honest! I wasn't holding out on you! I ... I just didn't know!" she tried 
to excuse her blunder. 

"Let's get one thing clear, honey!" Each word came out clipped, emphatic. 
"Everything you have belongs to me, including you. And just so that you 
understand, I'm going to emphasize that point! Take off your clothes!" 

He was going to do something to her and Janet was frightened. She hesitated 
for a moment, not wanting to disobey him but contemplating pleading for 
leniency. 

"C'mon, shake your ass!" he snarled. "Get those clothes off or I'll rip them 
off!" he threatened. 

Janet realized any delay might infuriate him more. She disrobed in a hurry. 

"You know what rough trade is, don't you?" 

She nodded in reply. "Good!" he replied. "I'm going to give you your first 
taste of it. Get over to that chair and assume the angle. I'm going to beat 
your ass off!" 

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Please, Harvey, please! Don't beat me! I 
didn't mean to hold out the money on you. I honestly thought it was mine! 
Please, please, give me a break!" she sobbed. 

"I'll give you a break!" he snapped. "I'm going to break your ass! Now get 
over to that chair before I get really mad!" 

She took the bent over position on the chair. Her body shook with tearful 
sobs. Harvey opened a desk drawer and removed a heavy leather belt. 

"I don't want you screaming either!" he warned her. "You're going to learn 
to take a beating! If you make too much noise, you'll regret it!" 

A sorrowful wail left her lips. She hunched her shoulders to bear the force 
of the expected blows. 

She heard the belt whistling through the air. It caught her across both 
asscheeks sounding like a pistol shot. An anguished scream welled up in her 
throat and she choked it back. The sound came out as an agonizing whimper. 
The blow filled the pads of her ass with a deep stinging pain. It shot up 
her spine like the mercury in a thermometer. 

Janet did a quick jig, shifting from one leg to the other trying to shake 
off the effects of the blow. 

CRACKKK! The belt struck again. 

The muscles of her neck stood out as she strained to fight back the scream 
of tortured agony. Perspiration began to glisten on her body. Fighting back 
the screams and enduring the pain was an exertion. 

"Please, please, no more, no more! I swear I won't do it again," she pleaded 
in pitiful sobs. 

CRACKKK! CRACKKK! Two more blows added to the welts coloring her asscheeks. 
The blows were in answer to her pleas. 

Her hips jerked, convulsing her body as the punishing blows were 
administered to her unprotected ass. The pain was excruciating. An agonizing 
conflagration consumed her buttocks. She could feel the violent heat from 
her battered ass radiating up to her shoulders. She didn't think she could 
take anymore. 

"No more, no more!" she whimpered hysterically. "The pain, the pain! I can't 
take it anymore! Please, please, have mercy! Stop, stop!" 

"That's the idea, honey! You're going to learn to stand pain," he told her. 

Janet felt the heat of the beating penetrating the walls of her coosy. She 
didn't think this tortured punishment could affect her so. CRACKKK! CRACKKK! 
Harvey struck two more times. The pain was so intense, she thought she would 
faint. 

At the start of the first blows, her gluteal muscles flexed her buttocks in 
a protective flinch. The continued beating affected the muscles. They were 
no longer contracting in the reflex action. 

The belt kept striking her bruised ass with the same force. With each 
painful contact, she jigged and writhed. A numbing tolerance to the pain 
began to settle in her body. 

She had reached a new threshold. Janet lost reality with the pain. It was 
manifesting itself into a voluptuous piquancy that bordered almost on erotic 
rapture. Her pussy was licking its lips, salivating at the erogenous 
torment. 

Her mind wouldn't believe this excruciating pain could induce such 
lasicivious thrills. Yet, there it was! The erotic tickle in her cunt! Her 
twat started to throb with the mild erogenous pulsations. 

The sensation resembled the session she had with the vibrators. Initially, 
the vibrators induced a thrilling erotic feeling. When the deep pulsations 
grew to a point she couldn't endure, Janet still accepted the voluptuous 
sensuality of the vibrators. The same held true with the pain from the 
beating. 

She felt a mild orgasm bubbling in her loins. Her pelvis undulated and 
rocked in coital thrusts. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed excitedly. 

"Good, good!" Harvey chortled in sadistic glee. "That's the way I want you 
to react when a trick beats you." 

The beating stopped. Janet straightened up slowly. Her ass felt as though a 
blowtorch had been applied to it. She ached a little from the prolonged bent 
over position. The heat from the beating were felt in her thighs. She was 
thankful the beating had stopped. 

Harvey removed a tin of ointment from a drawer. "Here, let me put this on! 
It'll take some of the pain away. I should let you suffer so that you get 
used to the beatings. This is your first time, so I'll be good to you!" 

His fingers coated her flayed buttocks with the emolient. She inhaled in a 
hard hiss of pain as he touched her inflamed ass. "Lay down for awhile!" he 
suggested. "I'm glad to see that you didn't scream! It would have been worse 
for you if you did!" 

She walked with awkward steps into the bedroom and fell across it, face 
down. Heavy tearful sobs shook her body as she yielded to the bottled up 
emotions. 

Harvey is a cruel sadistic bastard, she thought. Why did he have to beat me? 
And why is he using me for rough trade? Is he still punishing me? 

She thought about the severe beating she had taken. For awhile, it had been 
unbearable. For some unexplainable reason, she had found herself responding 
to it, enjoying a piquant erotic thrill. Maybe, there was something to a sex 
act combined with pain! 

Harvey allowed her two days to recuperate from his beating. Despite the 
ointment, her buttocks were still tender to the touch and she had difficulty 
sitting. Especially when she had to go to the bathroom. 

Janet checked the appearance of Harvey's handiwork in a mirror. Both her 
buttocks wre discolored, taking on a purplish-greenish hue. At the same, she 
examined the sight of her shorn pubes. 

The sight of her shaved pudenda fascinated her. The outer lips of her snatch 
were puffy mounds with the depression of the slit more pronounced. It 
reminded her of a miniature ass. 

Janet dropped her hands to the salacious slit between her thighs. Moving 
closer to the mirror, she parted the labial curtain. She saw glistening 
folds of reddish-pink flesh hidden behind the outer lips. The examination of 
her cunt intrigued her. Her fingers pushed back the fleshy cowl at the head 
of her venereal gash. 

She stared with aroused interest at the erogenous node that glistened back 
at her. The clitoris was an irregular pea-shaped button slick with moisture. 

Janet moved her finger over the button to massage it. As soon as she touched 
her clitty, the erogenous spark of erotic pleasure glowed. She rubbed her 
finger back and forth in hurried strokes. The faster she rubbed, the more 
intense the glow became. 

Her tits jiggled as her arm pistoned up and down. A dark flush colored her 
face from the lascivious excitement. Inside her cunt, Janet felt a 
voluptuous bubble growing. The elasticity of her twat increased her lustful 
intoxication. She rubbed her clitty harder and faster. A giant rush of 
feeling exploded and sensuous rapture flooded her entire being. At the same 
time, a sluice gate opened and poured a copious flow of come into her 
vagina. 

"Okay! Stop playing with yourself!" Harvey growled at her. "I have a job for 
you!" 

His sudden appearance and remark startled her. Her face flushed with 
embarrassment at being caught playing with herself. 

He handed her a slip of paper with a name and address on it. "Get rid of the 
paper when you get there!" he told her. 

Her appointment was two blocks away. She walked over to the apartment 
building. A doorman opened the door for her and she passed onto the 
elevator. 

Ringing the doorbell, she was ushered into a lavishly furnished apartment. 
He was tall, well proportioned with a thick head of curly blonde hair. 

"Hello, I'm Claude Garvis!" he greeted her with a warm smile. "And you must 
be Janet!" 

"Yes, I am. Nice meeting you!" 

They stood in the living room. "I understand you have certain ... er. .. 
qualifications that cater to special tastes," he said. "I'm giving a special 
kind of party in about a week and I'm ... er ... interviewing potential 
applicants. If you pass the test this afternoon, I'm sure we can work out 
something to our mutual satisfaction." 

"That's what I'm here for," she answered. "I'm ready to start whenever you 
are!" 

"Why don't we undress and get comfortable?" he suggested. 

They stripped down and Janet stood motionless, letting Claude inspect her 
physical attributes. 

He nodded approvingly. "Very nice! That haircut you have leaves nothing to 
the imagination. I must say, you have a lovely cunt. Turn around!" She 
presented her back to him. "Hmmmm!" he exclaimed. "That's a nice piece of 
handiwork! One of your clients, I suppose! Does it hurt?" 

"Only when I sit down!" she joked. 

"Suppose we adjourn to the bedroom and start with the preliminaries?" he 
suggested. "If you pass that, we'll move along to the other tests." 

She followed him into the bedroom and moved onto the king sized bed without 
an invitation. He lay down alongside of her. Placing one arm under her 
shoulders, he embraced her. Their lips met and welded together. Claude's 
tongue moved past her parted lips, seeking her tongue. She caught the flavor 
of brandy and tobacco as his tongue brushed hers. Claude tried to suck her 
tongue into his mouth. Janet responded to the deep passionate kissing. She 
played a game of lingual tag. Her tongue bumped his and swirled about his as 
he tried to capture it. 

Her hand drifted down to his partially erect cock. She curled her fingers 
about the warm flesh and massaged his prick with lambent teasing tugs. The 
prick responded to her gentle manual persuasion and grew harder. 

His free hand cupped one of her tits. He squeezed the resilient flesh, 
testing the spongy boob. Claude moved his fingers to the nipple, pinching it 
gently into an erect state. Janet kept up the slow tantalizing caresses on 
his rigid shaft. 

He released his hold on her tit and substituted his mouth. Janet closed her 
eyes in erotic bliss, enjoying the suckling of her ruby nipple. Her career 
in prostitution was still fresh enough for her to enjoy erotic stimulation. 
She hadn't become completely inured to all sex play. A soft moan of pleasure 
rumbled in her throat! "Ahhrrr!" 

His free hand moved across her stomach down to her cunt. A finger traced a 
hot trail across the shaved puffy outer lips. He dipped his finger into the 
venereal slit. The digital explorer slid across the slippery folds of 
pinkish-red flesh of her vulva. It passed into the throat of her cunt. 
Claude began a slow frigging motion, letting the finger make a partial 
retreat, then pushing it back again. 

She felt the traveling hand moved down between her thighs and reach for the 
crevice between her ass. He moved the finger along the ass crack, locating 
the sphincter. 

Janet released her hold on his dick and cradled his balls, hefting the heavy 
nuts. She speculated a heavy load was stored in the wrinkled sac 

His mouth was busy making soft slurping sounds as he sucked her succulent 
tit. The sounds of his oral appreciation of her luscious tit increased her 
erotic thrills. The strong pull of his mouth on her nipple stretched it 
taut. His tongue flipped across the springy nipple in a series of rapid 
flicks. 

Each time his tongue abraded the sentient tip, Janet felt a minor depth 
charge bursting in her twat. The sensation descended with a chilling 
acceleration into the bowels of her snatch. 

Twisting in a sinuous grind, she drew his prick towards her cunt. Claude's 
cockhead rubbed across her clitty as she guided the fleshy missile along her 
slit. The satiny ruby crown of his prong nuzzled the rigid node of her 
erogenous flesh. She felt the clitty tip touching the peehole of his cock. 

He drew her hand away from his dick and shifted into an inverted position. 
She stared at his cock, a sculptured piece of flesh. It had a perfect 
paraboloid shape. His prick was alluring. Her eyes glistened in lustful 
contemplation of the devastating lightning rod before her. She could almost 
feel the tremendous erotic force harnessed there. 

Janet drew the hard flesh to her mouth, letting her lips brush over the ruby 
corona. It was a tentative gesture, an indication of pleasures she would 
soon bestow on his waiting prong. She pressed her mouth in a soft caress 
over the tip. With a strong suctioning pull, she vacuumed his prick between 
her teasing lips. First, the head disappeared followed by the shaft. 

A murmur of passionate rapture filtered across the imprisoned cock. "Mmmmm!" 
The vibrating hum permeated his prick. Her tongue made a series of long slow 
licks to increase the tantalizing carnal thrill for him. 

She grasped the base of his stiff shaft. Her lip sheathed teeth was a tight 
vise on his cock. With slow pumping motions, she moved the prick in and out 
of her mouth in an oral massage. After using his cock to fuck her mouth for 
several seconds, she released her lingual grip. Her tongue slid down the 
length of his dick. The tantalizing tongue was a light brush over his 
bloated scrotum. She treated each one with a tender kiss. 

Each of Claude's balls was absorbed between her lascivious lips. One by one, 
Janet lathered his nuts with her saliva. She lavished loving licks over the 
egg-shaped spheres. Her moist tongue slipped behind his balls and trailed 
along his perineum. 

Her hands reached behind his hips, clasping his buttocks, drawing his ass 
closer to her face. 

She caught the scent of expensive cologne, a strong woodsy aroma. Janet's 
tongue slid into the gluteal cleft searching for his asshole. She located 
the crinkled brownish hole. Her oral explorer rolled around the perimeter of 
the tightly closed orifice. 

The tip of her tongue tried to penetrate the sphincter. Unsuccessful in her 
attempt, Janet contented herself with teasing licks around the rim of the 
asshole. 

She parted his asscheeks and pushed a finger into the sepia cavity. Her 
fingers strayed along the tight anal canal. The soft moist muscles of his 
rectum held her finger in a loving embrace. She likened the feeling to 
touching custard. The imbedded finger moved back and forth in a series of 
slow teasing thrusts. 

Claude wasn't idle during her amatory display. His hands rested on her hips 
while his tongue reciprocated her efforts with his own ardent display. He 
moved his moist mouth over the entire outer portion of her cunt. His saliva 
covered her quim with a thick coat. Sticking his oral blade into her slit, 
Claude used his tongue like a cock. He slid it in and out of her quim in 
languid thrusts. 

His hands moved to her buttocks. He cupped the firm globes of bruised flesh 
and fondled them with gentle squeezes. Janet endured the minor discomfort in 
exchange for his oral stimulation. 

Her cunt was oozing with the licentious perspiration of an aroused pussy. 
His saliva added to the heavy dampness in her cunt. Janet's wanton desires 
were due to the lascivious longings Claude's tongue was creating as well as 
her desire to satisfy him. 

His tongue had explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her 
twat. It rolled around the sphincter of her vagina, the tip trying to press 
into the funnel-like interior. After several attempts, the tongue retreated 
and concentrated on her clitoris. 

Janet arched her back. She tried to press his ravenous mouth deeper against 
her quim. Her body jerked as he managed to insert a finger into her asshole 
and cunt. The twin digital penetration began its erotic stimulation. 

"MMMMM!" she murmured in a loud hum of ecstatic approval. She exhaled warm 
breath, blowing it against his rigid dick. 

Resuming her oral worshipping of his cock, Janet's sheathed teeth nibbled up 
and down the length of his quivering prick. She absorbed the reddened stiff 
flesh and subjected it to a series of tantalizing licks that spiraled about 
the shaft. His prick was a Maypole and her tongue danced about it in 
exuberant swirls. 

Claude's mouth made her snatch ache with passionate longing. She wanted to 
have his prick pumping inside of her. It was such a strong hard dick! Janet 
was certain he knew how to use it to good advantage! 

She began to suck his hardon with stronger suction. Her finger accelerated 
its pistoning thrusts frigging his asshole. Claude responded with equal 
sensual stimulation. His two fingers teased her twin holes with equal 
determination. Her hips bucked in tempo with the pistoning fingers. 

His lips were fastened to her clitoris. He held the erogenous papule tight 
as Janet's pelvis pumped in feverish rapture. The pulsating throbs grew 
stronger in her loins. Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated 
her respiration. She was breathing heavy from the effort of breathing 
through closed lips and the exquisite ecstasy induced by his tantalizing 
torments. 

"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" The grunts quivered from her lips. 

Claude's combined stimulation intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed 
her. Her pelvis writhed with the mounting delirium of sensual intoxication. 
Janet's frenzied movements caused him to clutch her ass cheeks. He held her 
buttocks so that her clitoris wouldn't be injured during her thrashing. His 
mouth maintained its grip on her venereal node. 

Janet's sentient cunt filled up with stronger throbs. The pyrotechnics were 
ready to do off. An internal whoosh shot upward from her quim, traveling 
with an accelerated piquancy along her spine. The flaming colored balls 
exploded just as the orgasm ripped through the bowels of her coosy. 

She was pleased with the results. Some of her professional encounters didn't 
produce the same effect. It was nice to be able to enjoy sex without the 
professional indifference usually experienced. 

Her spigotless faucet poured a heavy effusion of musky salty come into 
Claude's mouth. His eager mouth was fastened to her cuntal lips. He sucked 
with heavy draughts to slake his lustful thirst. The vacuuming suction of 
his efforts drained her overflowing fountain. 

She wanted to scream with ecstatic joy at the titillating intoxication. It 
was difficult with his gushing tube flushing her throat with a thick 
abundance of his luscious creamy come. His cock pulsated with strong 
contractions. Each spasm sent a heavy squirt of the delicious glutinous 
liquid her lusting appetite craved. Janet savored the delectable flavor of 
his semen. 

Janet and Claude continued to suck each other off in spite of the fact they 
had drained each other dry. They parted when the effects of their ecstatic 
exhileration wore off. She continued to play with his tumescent cock, 
wishing he would fuck her. 

"That wasn't bad!' he remarked. "You have a sweet tasting cunt. It tasted 
better with the hair missing. You have a nice style in giving head. How 
about a little break? May I get you something to drink? Wine, whiskey, 
coffee, name your poison!" he offered. 

"Thanks for the compliments! You're not so bad your self. I'll take coffee 
if it isn't too much trouble!" she answered. 

They sat on the bed, enjoying the coffee. Janet welcomed the brief rest. She 
had passed the first test and wondered what the other trials would be like. 
Claude had hinted it was something special. It had something to do with a 
special party. A party including sex hinted at some kink or orgy. 

Janet had heard about orgies but had never participated in one. That was 
another incentive for her to be accepted by Claude. She wanted to see an 
orgy even if she wound up as the main attraction! 

 Chapter Four 

"From the appearance of your backside, it seems that you absorbed quite a 
beating. Just how much pain do you think you can take?" he asked her. 

Their eyes met and she studied his face for some indication of what he 
contemplated. She was unable to detect any idea of how serious he was. 

This was a moment of truth for her. She could turn him down and probably 
incur Harvey's wrath. Or, she could accept Calude's challenge and possibly 
receive a worse beating than the one Harvey had given her! 

Maybe something more painful! 

She recalled the thrilling transition from pain to ecstasy during the 
beating Harvey had given her. There was also her desire to be present during 
a sex orgy. 

She smiled at him. "Take your best shot!" she invited. 

"Good! I'm glad you accepted. I think you'll be a perfect candidate for my 
party," he answered. "Any time you're ready, we'll start!" 

He brought her into the living room and had her stretch out on a low coffee 
table. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the legs of the table. 

"I prefer to have my applicants work without a gag. It's more exciting when 
they scream out in pain. However, my neighbors would take a dim view of 
someone screaming. So for the time being, we'll use a gag." 

He brought out a cardboard box and withdrew a rubber ball with straps 
dangling from the sides. The ball was pressed into Janet's mouth and 
strapped about her face. Her mouth was stretched by the rubber insert. 

A U-shaped vise appeared next. Claude inserted the sides into her cunt and 
began twisting the adjusting screw on the top. The expanding flanges parted 
her cuntal lips. She felt the pressure on her dilated pussy. This was worse 
than the session with the make-believe doctor! 

She wriggled her hips and shook her head in a gesture of protest. Muffled 
grunts filtered past the gag. He continued to stretch her cunt until she 
thought he would rip her open. He stopped. 

Claude removed a large paint brush with soft camel's hair bristles. He 
inserted the tip into the gaping snatch. Janet wriggled her hips as the soft 
bristles tickled the sensitive walls of her quim. 

The sensation was an erotically piquant tickle. She squirmed to counteract 
the voluptuous tantalizing effect of his brushing. The contact of the 
titillating brush strokes produced a more devasting result than the 
vibrators. It was driving her wild with tortured ecstasy. 

Her body writhed in frantic erratic twists making the table shake and creak. 
"MmmfffI Mmmmffff!" Janet's muffled protests dribbled past the gag. 

"Ahhh, my dear!" Claude exclaimed. "You show potential as a perfect subject. 
Now for the other tests!" 

He removed two brass rings from the box. Opening them, he fitted them on to 
her'nipples. Her tits were still sore from the alligator clips. A little 
yelp of pain erupted from her throat and was lost in the gag. 

Janet's shackles were loosened and Claude led her to a doorway. A metal bar 
spanned the framework. Dangling from the bar were two cords. The cords were 
fastened to the rings and pulled taut. Janet's wrists were handcuffed in 
front of her. 

The cords fastened to the rings exerted a painful strain on her nipples. She 
found, by standing on her toes, she could alleviate some of the pressure. 
The metal wedge was still stretching her cuntal lips. 

A thick object was shoved up into her ass. It must be some kind of a dildo, 
she thought. The sensitive lips of her sphincter were stretched to the 
limit. She could feel the pressure radiating along her perineum, from her 
asshole to her cunt. Christ, she thought! This guy is trying to extend the 
split from my ass to cunt! 

She heard the whistle of the lashes as Claude swung a multi-thong whip 
across her back. Janet strained to keep herself on her toes as the whip 
struck her back. Her body jerked at the blow. She felt a tug on her nipples 
and she winced in pain. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Two more blows cut into the tender white skin of her back. A 
criss-cross of red welts appeared. 

SPLATT! Cruel thongs sliced across her tortured flesh. Red hot pain jabbed 
into her brain. Her face was a deep crimson as she strained to scream out in 
agony. The cords stood out on her neck. Janet bit into the rubber ball 
trying to transfer the pain to the ball. 

SPLATT! The lashes were wielded with practiced skill. Over and over, the 
leather strips landed on her bruised flesh. Each vicious blow delivered was 
like a branding iron applied to the soft tender skin. She didn't know how 
much longer she could endure the punishment. 

In the dimness of her mind, Janet had a mild sensation of moisture on her 
back. Oh, Jeezus! she swore silently. I'm bleeding! He's cut me open! I hope 
to hell I get out of this alive! If this is a sample of the qualifying test, 
I wonder what the real thing is like! 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Several times the whip landed across her bruised ass. Janet 
tried to concentrate on the pain threshold. She clenched her fists in a 
tight squeeze and bit into the rubber ball. Anything to divert attention 
from the pain! 

Her calves were growing stiff from the strain of standing on her tiptoes. 
She relaxed for a brief moment. The rings pulled on her nipples, sending a 
new pain through her body. Janet quickly bounced up on her toes again. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Janet absorbed the continued punishment. Her senses were 
dulled by the excessive beating. The intense pain leveled out. She felt a 
mild agitation stirring in her loins. She became aware of the transformation 
of pain to pleasure. 

Deep in her venereal entrails, she felt the orgasmic turbulence stirring. 
She wanted to cry out and tell Claude how thrilling the beating was. She 
wanted to tell him about the voluptuous pulsations in her cunt. That damn 
gag prevented any outcry! 

The flogging of her back stopped. Janet was relieved the beating was over. 
Her back felt raw and she wondered if she would be scarred for life. The 
flesh throbbed from the merciless beating. The warm blood oozing from the 
cuts helped to soothe the pain a little. 

"I've got something to help ease the pain and reduce heavy scarring," Claude 
told her. "Better bite on that gag! It's going to sting a little!" 

Sting a little was an understatement! Hysterical agonizing screams tore at 
her vocal chords. Her cries were muffled by the gag. She still managed to 
emit a decent cry of pain. Not loud enough to arouse any neighbor's interest 
but sufficient enough to give a demonstration of her agony. 

Janet bounced up and down on her toes. The rings dug into her nipples adding 
to her tortured torment. Her head swiveled from side to side in frantic 
protest. She prayed for the session to end. If it didn't stop soon, Janet 
was certain she would go crazy from the intense pain. 

As though in answer to her prayers, Claude released her tits from the cruel 
rings. He pulled the thick plug out of her ass and loosened the vise in her 
cunt. 

Her ass and teat throbbed with a dull ache from the prolonged stretching. 
She was concerned about any damage to the twin venereal holes. 

"I think you're going to be just what we need for our party," Claude said. 
He opened the handcuffs. 

"Take a break. Lie down on my bed and I'll get you a shot of brandy," he 
offered. "That should perk you up for the other tests." 

Janet stretched out on the bed, face down. She doubted if she could take 
anymore. The brandy he brought her warmed her insides. The biting amber 
liquid helped to revitalize her in some measure. She was spent physically 
and mentally. 

"I have two more tests and that should do it!" he told her. A groan of 
despair escaped her lips. 

He chuckled. "It's not quite that bad! Who knows you might find it 
enjoyable. The last girl I had, did!" 

"I can hardly wait!" Janet answered in mild sarcasm. 

Claude laughed. "At least you haven't lost your sense of humor. That's 
good!" 

'I may lose my mind yet,' Janet replied in silent observation! A t least, I 
still have my sense of humor! 

He brought her into the bathroom She caught sight of the enema bag suspended 
from the shower door above the bathtub. A slight shudder of repulsion swept 
over her. 

Her last remembrance of having an enema was when she was a child. It wasn't 
a pleasant experience then. It wasn't going to be a good one now! The only 
consolation she had was this experience wasn't going to be too painful. 

Janet was instructed to get down on her hands and knees in front of Claude. 
He was seated on the toilet bowl. Her legs were grasped at the thighs and 
pulled up towards his laps. She remained upside-down, resting on her elbows. 

Her splayed legs rested across his thighs with her ass easy access for his 
pleasure. He parted her buttocks, inserting the nozzle into her asshole. 
Janet grimaced in displeasure as the tube slid into her rectum. 

He reached between his legs, searching for her cunt. The minor discomfort of 
the tube in her asshole was counteracted by the teasing stimulation of her 
twat. 

His fingers captured her clitty and strummed across the venereal papule in a 
rhythmic rub. The massage lasted for a few minutes. Just enough to start the 
juices flowing in her cunt and relax her! 

Claude shifted and she heard the metallic click releasing the stream of 
water. The warm soapy water gushed into her ass and she felt the pressure 
building up. Her stomach felt like a balloon filling up with air. She had a 
strong urge to move her bowels. From the aesthetic sense, she found the 
enema worse than the beatings. 

Having a cock or some other phallic instrument shoved up the ass gave one a 
temporary feeling of having to shit. The enema did make one shit! The 
pressure and the need to void her bowels increased. 

"How much more is there?" she wanted to know. There was anxiety in her 
voice. She squeezed her eyes shut in order to bear the cramps-like condition 
pressing on her bowels. 

The removal of the nozzle tickled her sphincter muscles for a brief moment. 
Janet was startled when Claude shoved a cork in the sepia hole. 

He released her legs and she scrambled frantically into an upright position. 
Glancing at the second sweep-hand on his watch, Claude said, "You're going 
to have to wait for at least a minute!" 

Janet stood in front of him while he continued to sit on the toilet. Her 
face was contorted into a grimace. She shifted from one foot to another in 
impatient discomfort. 

Damn the bastard! She wanted to get to the bowl and shit. 

He got up from the toilet and removed the cork plug. "Now!" he announced. 

She flipped up the wooden seat and squatted over the bowl. Several watery 
farts heralded the surging torrent of water that gushed from her hole. It 
was like a sluice gate being opened or a bursting dam! The dammed water in 
her rectum exerted pressure on her bladder. A heavy discharge of piss 
squirted into the bowl. 

Janet straddled the bowl, her buttocks tilted downward, uncomfortable with 
the twin elimination of waste matter. She reconciled herself with the fact 
it was all part of her work. To accept the abuse her clients heaped upon her 
without protesting! That's what they were paying for! 

Regardless, this act was unpleasant and disturbing to her. Janet waited as 
each watery discharge released additional waste matter. The enema made her 
feel washed out, literally and figuratively. On top of the physical drain 
incurred by the ordeal, she wondered if she could survive the last test. 

Satisfied there was nothing left in her to expel from her bladder and 
bowels, Janet raised herself off the bowl. She wiped off her ass and cunt. 

"You handle yourself well with that test," Claude praised her. "The last one 
is a snap by comparison to the others. You should be able to do it standing 
on your head! In fact, that's just exactly what you're going to do." 

She shuddered in a mild expression of disbelief. 

What else was there left? 

Claude hung a heavy rope over the iron bar that spanned the framework 
between rooms. One end of the rope was fastened to a pair of leather 
manacles. Fastening them to Janet's ankles, he pulled the other end, 
suspending her upside-down. He fastened the controlling end ot a steel hook 
near the doorway frame. 

"I'm sure you'll be happy to learn this is the final test," Claude told her. 
"It's in two parts! This is the first part!" 

In the inverted position, she felt the blood rushing to her head. He caught 
her by the thighs with both hands and gave a hard twist. Her body spun 
around quickly. 

She watched the scenery pass in front of her eyes in a kaleidoscopic 
panorama. He kept her body spinning, pushing her around and around. After 
several spins, he waited until her revolving body slowed down. 

"Suck me off!" he ordered. 

Janet fought back a wave of dizziness that threatened to drown her in a sea 
of nausea. As a youngster, she was able to tolerate the various frenetic 
rides at a carnival. She was able to survive a ride on the cyclonic 
roller-coaster. She attributed the ability to keep from throwing up to this 
conditioned tolerance. 

Taking a slow deep breath, Janet regained some semblance of composure. She 
stared at his semi-rigid prick. Reaching out, she drew the cock to her 
mouth. 

Her lips closed about the soft hardon and absorbed the cockhead with a slow 
oral draw. The ingestion of his cock was a more familiar act. This was 
something she was skilled at and knew what to expect. 

Janet's talented mouth went to work. She flicked her tongue across the 
cockhead with quick teasing licks. The velvety crown was pumped back and 
forth between her pursed lips. Half of his prick disappeared into her oral 
cavity. Her tongue continued the swirling tantalizing licks about the 
absorbed portion. 

She had displayed her oral ability to give head earlier when he sucked her 
off. There was no need to prove it again. Her main objective was to get this 
blowjob over as quickly as possible. Dangling upside-down wasn't her idea of 
exciting sex! 

Her fingers curled about his stiffened dick. She slid her fingers back and 
forth in rapid pumping motions. This was a trick she had learned for giving 
some John a quickie blowjob. 

The tantalizing tonguing of absorbed cock gave the impression of being 
sucked off. By jerking him off at the same time, she could effect a quick 
orgasm. 

He rocked his hips in cadence with her quick strokes. His prick jammed into 
her mouth. Her curled fingers about the hard piece of flesh prevented him 
from forcing his cock deep into her throat. 

Janet's tongue pressed against his dick and caught the strong contractions 
of his spasming cock. Thick drops of chalky come sprayed into her mouth. She 
waited until the orgasmic pulsations stopped. Her compressed lips milked his 
softening cock until she had all his come in her mouth. She swallowed the 
viscous discharge. 

"I'll overlook the fact that you cheated a little on that blowjob!" Claude 
decalred. "I hope you won't disappoint me at the party next week." 

"Don't worry! I'll do a good job," Janet answered. "Now can I see the room 
right-side up?" 

"Certainly!" he agreed. The rope was loosened and she was lowered to the 
floor. He unfastened the shackles on her legs. Janet stood up with his help. 
He held on to her as she wavered in an unsteady stance. 

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked with concern in his voice. 

"I'll be all right," she answered. "Just let me know when and where I'm 
wanted." 

"This should take care of today's session," he said, handing her two one 
hundred dollar bills. "Naturally, your pay for the party will be 
considerably more." 

Janet had no idea of what she was being paid for this trick. Harvey had made 
all the arrangements including the fee. She wasn't too surprised at the 
sight of the two bills. She had earned every cent of it for Harvey. 

Undoubtedly when Claude would see her the next time, Janet would earn every 
dollar again. Her sexual dress rehearsal with Claude had been a strenuous 
session. It gave her a rough idea of just what to expect later. 

Driving back in a cab to Harvey's apartment, Janet thought about her future 
meeting with Claude. Contemplating the affair, she found herself becoming 
sexually aroused. She couldn't wait until the next session. Janet was 
certain it would turn out to be a very exciting evening. 

 Chapter Five 

It was a warm early May day and Harvey had few phone bookings. He sent his 
stable out on to the streets for action. Janet was patrolling along the West 
side near 39th Street. She met Patricia Sayres. 

They exchanged greetings. Since joining Harvey, Janet had very little 
opportunity to keep in touch with Patricia. 

Two men came by, eyeing the two women. Janet and her friend gave them an 
inviting glance. The men approached and solicited them. After several 
minutes of negotiation, the girls agreed to accompany the men. 

The two couples stripped down in the hotel room. One of the men was a tall, 
thin, nervous type. Janet called him Goosey Lucy! He looked like he would 
jump in the air if someone grabbed him in the ass. His partner was a short 
heavy type with thick glasses. She dubbed him Four Eeyes. 

Goosey Lucy produced two large dildos from a paper bag. "I hear you girls 
really dig the dyke scene. Here! Let's see how you two make love first!" 

Janet and Pat took the fake cocks and stretched out on the bed facing each 
other. The last time Janet had any relations with another woman was with 
Sherille. She didn't know about Pat, whether Pat was into that scene. From 
the way Pat responded, she was certain her friend enjoyed sex with another 
woman. 

Patricia pressed her open mouth against Janet's lips. A searching hand 
clasped the hairless pussy and began a teasing massage. Janet was caught up 
in the spirit of their sensual play. She responded by pressing a hand into 
Pat's hairy twat and returning the deep kissing. 

The two female bodies squirmed on the bed in their carnal embrace. Pat 
emitted crooning sounds of pleasure. "Mmmmmm!" Janet uttered similar sounds 
as their tongues clashed in a playful lingual embrace. Her stroking fingers 
frigging Pat's twat was moist with cuntal dew. 

Janet found this encounter with Pat was unlike the one with Sherille. She 
attributed it to the circumstances and the partner in the act. 

Playing with Pat aroused Janet's libidinous inclinations. Their tantalizing 
fingers moved from the deep moist slits to the sensitive clitorises. Pat's 
exploring fingers knew how to elicit a voluptuous sensation. 

Janet felt the thick dildo making its entrance into her hole. She pressed 
her phallus into Pat's quim, feeling the shaft sliding effortlessly into the 
cunt. 

The two women continued to exchange deep soulful kisses. They pistoned the 
dildos in measured cadence. Their hips bucked in simulated coital thrusts. 

Pat interrupted their kissing and shifted around to face Janet's pussy. She 
kept pumping the dildo back and forth. Her lips clamped over Janet's clitty 
while she inserted a finger past the sepia puckered asshole. 

Janet found the triple stimulation sensually exhilarating. It had been some 
time since she enjoyed such a thrilling contact. Being stimulated with the 
vibrators was one thing! This sensation was something different. It wasn't 
artificially contrived. The naturalness of the act made it more exciting. 

Janet fastened her mouth to Pat's snatch and ran her tongue inside the 
glistening pinkish-red furrow. She pushed the dildo into Pat's sphincter. 
The thick phallus met temporary resistance but slid in without effort once 
past the elastic sepia lips. 

Pat wriggled her ass in an approving undulation as Janet frigged her 
asshole. 

The two women worked with skilled manipulations to evoke the strongest 
erotic response in each other. 

Janet thrilled to the lascivious tantalizing of her cunt and ass. The finger 
stroking the rectal sheath dug into the pliant flesh in erogenous 
titillation. Pat had clamped lip-sheathed teeth over the clitoris and pulled 
it taut. The dildo maintained its simulated penile strokes. 

Pat used a grinding motion as though working with a pestle and mortar. 
Janet's sentient cuntal muscles caught the sensual abrasive prodding. She 
uttered a murmuring groan of erotic approval. "Ohhmmmmm!" 

She reciprocated her carnal appreciation by fastening her lips onto Pat's 
clitty. Her chin was moist from the licentious perspiration oozing from 
Pat's pussy. She pulled the clitorial flesh taut, flicking her tongue over 
it in strong rapid licks. Her own twat received a strong voluptuous 
stimulation. 

"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" Grunts of passion quivered from her lips as she worked on 
Pat's clitty. 

Janet's body writhed on the bed as groans of rapturous bliss tumbled from 
her lips. Pat's body twisted and squirmed with equal approval. They 
undulated their hips in sensual delight. Their body movements elicited 
increased ardent stimulation. 

Pat frigged the impacted asshole with faster strokes. The dildo pistoned in 
and out of Janet's twat with renewed vigor. Her mouth attacked the entrapped 
clitty with a determined effort. 

Inside of Janet's quim a seething vortex stirred. She felt the erotic 
erogenous turbulence. Her nervous system tingled with a voluptuous piquancy. 

Pat pushed her cunt into Janet's mouth. Janet released her oral grip on the 
clitty. Fastening her mouth over the dripping snatch, she drank in the musky 
discharge. The taste of the erogenous discharge intoxicated her, heightening 
her own erotic exhilaration. 

She was imbued with an intoxicating sensation of licentious euphoria. None 
of her previous sexual encounters were this intense. 

Janet's cunt was treated to a similar oral suctioning. Pat had her mouth 
welded to the venereal trough, drinking in the overflowing come. 

The two women continued to evoke a mutual thrilling sensation as they 
syphoned out each other's love juices. 

"See! I told ya these cunts dug playing with each other!" Goosey Lucy said 
to his companion. "Okay! You two can quit now! It's our turn!" 

The two women separated. Janet was a little rueful over the consummation of 
their act. She wished it had lasted longer. The pleasurable part of her job 
was over. It was time for business. She had to earn her keep from Harvey. 

She glanced at the crotches of the two Johns. Both had stiff cocks, ready to 
use. 

"Me and my friend made a bet," Goosey explained. "We're gonna have a contest 
to see who's the best cocksman. The loser pays for the ass. You girls are 
the judges." 

He described the various events to be used for their contest. The two girls 
knelt down on the bed, on their hands and knees. Four Eyes crouched behind 
Janet while Goosey took on Pat. 

The two men shoved their cocks in at the same time using a doggie-style 
fuck. Janet's partner clasped her hips for purchase and began to hump in 
rapid thrusts. She tilted her head to glance sideways, watching the efforts 
of the other partner. He was rocking his prick in and out of Pat's quim at 
the same cadence. 

"Time!" Goosey declared. "Switch!" 

The two men withdrew their pricks and changed places. Goosey shoved his cock 
into Janet's cunt and the tournament resumed. Goosey's prick was thinner 
than Four Eye's phallus and not as thick. The humping started and she felt 
the adequate hunk of hard flesh pummeling her vaginal sheath. 

The fucking felt like it was in earnest. "Time!" Goosey announced. The men 
uncoupled themselves. 

Ivnsh you'd make up yourfucken minds, Janet silently noted in annoyance. She 
didn't mind the contest or how it was performed. Having a fuck interrupted 
so frequently was disconcerting. 

"Now, suck us off!" Goosey ordered. 

Janet turned around and took his prong into her mouth. She tasted the mixed 
flowers of the cunt juices. Her tongue licked the crown and half absorbed 
shaft imbedded in her mouth. She had an idea of what this contest was all 
about. Eventually, it would turn out to be one of endurance! 

A mischievous idea came to her. If she made Goosey come now, it would 
virtually disqualify him. Janet's tongue and mouth moved in a tantalizing 
effort to bring about an orgasm. She gripped the prick and began to jerk him 
off. 

He stopped her just in time. The men changed sex partners. With Four Eyes, 
Janet moved her tongue in lambent licks over the absorbed cock. 

At this point, the two women were given a complicated set of rules to judge 
which of the two men was the better cock. Pat and Janet huddled in the 
bathroom. After a whispered conference, they decided to give the award to 
Four Eyes, on general principles. 

Goosey wasn't pleased with the decision. However, the final result hinged on 
a test of endurance. 

The entire affair seemed ludicrous to Janet. It had started out as an 
interesting exercise. With a flipping of a coin to determine the choice of 
partner, it was becoming ridiculous. Goosey lost the toss and Four Eyes 
chose Pat. 

Pat and Janet stood side by side. They parted their legs slightly for 
balance. Bending over, they rested their hands on their knees. The two 
contestants approached the women and fitted their cocks to the waiting 
holes. 

Janet felt Goosey guiding his cockhead against the crinkled rim of her 
sphincter. She pushed her ass back while he pressed forward. The corona 
pierced the elastic lips of her asshole. 

His cock inched along in a slow absorption until the entire shaft was buried 
in her rectum. His groin pressed into the curved fullness of her ass. He 
wriggled his hips from side to side while he was still imbedded in her 
rectal sheath. The buried shaft was locked tightly in the narrow confines of 
her asshole. 

He started the preliminary coital movements. His cock abandoned her hole in 
a partial withdrawal. The vibrant prick returned to its resting place with a 
sharp forward thrust. Goosey maintained the same steady rhythm. A slow 
outward movement and a rapid plunge inward! 

During this coital routine, he added some nuances. With the forward penile 
thrust, he shifted his pelvis in a semi-rotation. The movement grounded his 
prick into the soft muscles of her anal canal. It also created some 
friction, teasing her erogenous flesh with lascivious rubs. 

He held on to her hips, pushing her away as his cock pulled out. Her ass was 
pulled towards him as he rammed his prong home. She began to move in tandem 
with his coital thrusts. The rubbery pliant lips of her sphincter abraded 
his pistoning shaft. 

Goosey's hot piece of turgid flesh continued to pump in and out of her in 
measured strokes. Janet shifted her ass in a sinuous twist, adding to the 
abrasive friction of her rectal muscles on his prick. 

"Let me do the fucking!" he snapped. 

The two women exchanged brief looks. Janet knew what he was attempting. To 
prolong the fuck with a minimum amount of voluptuous friction. She 
considered it a form of cheating. Janet wasn't too crazy about him. She 
wanted him to lose this silly contest. 

Her hips shifted in a sensual wriggle. The constricted muscles of her 
asshole encasing his cock rubbed it with a sensual abrasion. She rocked her 
ass to and fro in rapid movements. Goosey caught the tempo of her coital 
motion. His cock moved faster and harder. Her action lent impetus to the 
act. His pistoning shaft was rammed into her tight hole with stronger 
thrusts. The battering prick shuttled in and out at an accelerated pace. 

Goosey's swaying balls flailed at the inside of her thighs in soft pats. His 
hips bumped into her fleshy buttocks with each forceful forward thrust. She 
heard his heavy grunting from his exerted efforts. Their coupled bodies 
rocked back and forth in frenzied movements. 

Their action was contagious. Four Eyes began to mount his own fucking 
offensive. Janet glanced over to see Pit's rocking body pushed by his 
pumping hips. She grinned and blinked in answer to Pat's smiling wink. 

Goosey made one last shove, burying his shaft to the hilt in Janet's rectal 
scabbard. His trembling body became rigid as the first burst of come 
geysered from his spewing cock. The orgasmic paroxyms shot bolts of liquid 
lightning into her waiting asshole. His emissions grew weaker as his prick 
softened and the erection collapsed. 

"You came!" Janet declared. "You lose if your friend is still pumping!" 

"Who asked ya?" Goosey growled in angry disgust. 

Four Eyes jerked his prick out of Pat's asshole. A big grin of triumph 
played on his lips. His prick was still hard. "I've won, I've won!" he 
declared excitedly. 

"Big fuckin' deal!" Goosey answered sarcastically. 

"I don't have to finish fucking this cunt in the ass," Four Eyes replied. "I 
want to be sucked off by this one!" He pointed at Janet. 

"How do you want it? Standing up or lying down?" Janet asked. 

"Right here!" Four Eyes demanded. "Kneel in front of me and give me a 
blowjob!" 

She glanced at his cock, flecked with tiny balls of shit from Pat's ass. 

"Where are you going?" he asked. 

"I was going to get a washcloth and clean your dick off a little before I go 
down on you," Janet answered. 

"No way!" he snapped. "Suck me off just the way my cock is now. Your 
friend's asshole was clean enough for me to stick my cock in it. It's good 
enough for you to lick it off." In reluctant concession, Janet dropped to 
her knees in front of his soiled prick. She stared at his pink-red cock 
dotted with the tiny brown balls. Her nostrils caught the fetid odor of 
Pat's asshole that clung to the cock. She gave a slight shudder of 
revulsion. 

"Come on! Start sucking!" he demanded. 

She opened her mouth and pushed his prick into it. Her lips closed about the 
shaft of flesh. Janet's tongue touched several of the pieces of shit. She 
fought back the urge to retch. It wasn't only the sensation of her tongue 
against the shit but the flavor and the thought of what she was doing. Janet 
forced herself to concentrate on some other thought to dispel the sickening 
feeling. 

It took several minutes of gradual acclimation to inure herself to the 
ingested cock. 

She tilted her head forward, swallowing the entire shaft. The rigid prong 
disappeared into her oral cavern. The velvety tip of her tongue vibrated 
against the crown of Four Eye's cock. Her lips held the knob tightly captive 
while her experienced tongue dallied against the frenum. Janet hoped the 
teasing of this sensitive spot under the cockhead would induce a quick 
orgasm. 

"I want a good blowjob!" he insisted. "The full treatment." 

Janet shifted her attention to the rest of his prick. She grasped the base 
of his dork, holding it steady in her mouth. Her lips slowly slid down the 
length of his rod until they kissed her fist gripping his cock. 

As her mouth descended, her tongue brushed firmly along the side of the 
shaft. Using the same languid motion, Janet's lips moved upward. Only 
instead of her tongue, on the upsweep, she gently scraped her teeth against 
the side of his prick. 

Pressing her lips firmly into the stiff dick, she jerked it quickly out of 
her mouth. The action was accompanied by a moist popping sound. She shoved 
his cock back into her oral prison, pushing it past grudgingly yielding 
lips. The thought was to create a simulated effect of fucking a cunt. A loud 
sucking noise was added to the penile insertion. 

Janet maintained this treatment, shoving the cock into her mouth and 
removing it, using labial pressure. 

If she couldn't use her hand to jerk him off at the same time, she could use 
her mouth. The continued insertion and removal had the desired effect. 

Four Eyes started to pump his cock into her mouth in quick coital thrusts. 
She kept her fingers curled about the base of his shaft to prevent him from 
stabbing her in the throat. 

Humming grunting sounds emanated from his lips as he worked to release the 
orgasm fermenting in his balls. 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Hunnhrrr! Hunnhrrr!" 

His hips rocked in frantic thrusts. Janet continued her oral fucking ritual. 
She tilted her head slightly to look up at Four Eyes. 

His eyes were closed and his face was screwed up with erotic strain. Her 
curled fingers caught the initial contraction as the orgasmic spasms shot 
out the glutinous sperm. 

She fastened her lips to the geysering tube, nibbling on it to induce a 
stronger erotic sensation. A groan of anguished ecstasy tumbled from his 
lips. "A hhrrrmmmm!" 

Janet waited until the contractions died down. She pulled the shrinking 
shaft from her mouth. Her lips were compressed to squeeze out the last 
vestiges of his come. Reaching the cockhead, she flicked her tongue over the 
pee-hole and caught a large final drop of come. 

Janet released her hold on the flaccid dick. Standing up, she looked at Four 
Eyes. "It's time for us to go. You owe us sixty dollars!" 

"Pay her!" Four Eyes ordered Goosey. 

"Shit! What a waste of money!" Goosey grumbled. 

"Hey! If you didn't get your money's worth, that's not our fault!" Pat 
answered. "We made a deal before we came up including the price." 

"Stop bitching!" Four Eyes said. "Give 'em their money!" 

The women had dressed and Janet accepted the three twenties handed to her. 
They left the room and out on the street, Pat said, "Hey! That was fun! We 
ought to get together more often. Maybe even socially!" 

Janet nodded. "I'd like that but if we don't start hustling our asses, our 
men are going to get real pissed off. Then we won't have time for anything." 

"You're right!" Pat agreed. "Let's start moving. My man expects me to peddle 
a lot of ass today. See you around!" 

They parted and headed in opposite directions. A black man approached Janet. 
"Looking for action?" he asked. 

This was her first encounter with a negro. She was startled by his approach. 
He could be a mugger or a rapist. She wasn't too bothered by the fact he was 
black. Many of the girls worked for black pimps. 

Besides, only one color mattered to her. Green! Money! In the dark, all 
cocks were black! 

"It all depends what you mean by action?" she answered, keeping a wary eye 
on him. 

He mentioned the hotel he was using. "I have a room there. I'll go there and 
wait for you if the price is right." 

The hotel was a decent one and Janet decided it was a safe trick. "Fifty 
dollars for an hour!" she offered. 

"Man! I don't want to buy a goldmine, I just want to look at it!" he 
replied. 

Aside from the thirty dollars she had earned with Pat, her take was low for 
the day. That was inexcusable by Harvey. She didn't want the negro to get 
away. Janet didn't want to appear too anxious during the price bargaining. 

"Look!" she said. "I hear you blacks are great cocksmen. I've never turned a 
black man before. So, I'll tell you what I'll do! Just to satisfy my 
curiosity, I'll ball with you for thirty-five dollars. How's that?" 

He grinned at her, flashing perfect white teeth. "I know you're jiving me, 
honey, but I do like you style. You got yourself a deal! I'll see you in 
twenty minutes!" 

She watched his departing figure. Janet sighed in mild exasperation. Hooking 
wasn't an easy profession, she philosophized. It wasn't just getting into a 
bed and wriggling your ass! You had to be a salesman, psychologist, liar, 
and a lot of other people in order to make a living! It was a great living 
though! You couldn't beat the hours! 

Janet started walking towards the hotel. It was time to earn her living! 

 Chapter Six 

Claude was as good as his promise. He had called and made arrangements with 
Harvey for her services. Riding to his apartment early Saturday evening. 
Janet was filled with excitement. Her stomach churned in a mild state of 
agitation. All kinds of questions filled her mind. 

She was apprehensive but not from fear. A kind of thrilling excitation 
stirred her. What kind of an orgy was this going to be? Would there be women 
there as well as men? What were they going to do to her? How painful would 
it be? 

Janet recalled the series of tests Claude had subjected her to and wondered 
if they were to be repeated. She could accept almost anything that would be 
done to her. Her face twisted into a disapproving grimace as she recalled 
the enema. She hoped that it wasn't on the agenda for the night. 

Claude was waiting for her in a Mercedes. He waved to her as she got out of 
the cab. 

"How do you feel, my dear?" he asked. 

"Fine, thank you?" she answered. 

"Good! I hope you're ready for an exciting evening. My friends are looking 
forward to your services tonight. I hope you won't disappoint my confidence 
in you." 

"Oh, don't worry! You'll get your money's worth and I'm sure your friends 
will approve of your choice," she answered. He patted her on the knee. 
"That's what I like to hear!" 

Janet relaxed on the soft cushion of her seat as he drove along the parkway 
heading for the Island. She was tempted to query him about the party but 
refrained. Instead, they exchanged small pleasant conversation. 

The trip was a little over an hour. Claude swung the car into the driveway 
of a spacious house. The house was located in a very fashionable 
neighborhood. It was situated on a private street with few houses nearby. 
The house was surrounded by tall thick shrubs. 

Claude escorted Janet up to the door and rang the bell. He was greeted by a 
woman in her forties. Janet was impressed by the woman's appearance, 
attractive and expensively coiffed. She greeted them with a warm smile. 

"So this is our lovely guest of honor, Claude. I hope she's all you said she 
would be." She turned to Janet. "How are you, my dear! My name is Rene!" 

They moved inside the spacious foyer of the house. Janet noticed several 
young girls moving about the guests. The girls were nude as they carried 
trays of food and drink. All of them were well endowed. 

Rene escorted them into the large living room. She clapped her hands and 
shouted for attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Our guest of honor has 
arrived. I suggest you change for the ceremony to begin!" 

The din of conversation stopped at Rene's announcement. Janet felt the eyes 
of the guests riveted on her. A ripple of excitement rolled along her spine. 
She could sense an erotic electricity flowing in that room. A quick count 
told her there were twelve people present including Claude and Rene. 

Janet watched as they left the room. "Make yourself comfortable," Claude 
offered. "Have a drink or something to eat. I have to change also." 

A nude waitress smiled at her as she presented a tray of hot hors d'oeuvres. 
Janet was too nervous to eat anything. She shook her head in polite refusal. 

Ten minutes later, the sound of approaching footsteps made Janet turn 
around. The guests were all clad in cowled robes, women in white and the men 
in black. They passed by and followed Rene into the basement of the house. 
Claude remained behind. 

"I'm your escort," he said. "Don't worry! Just be natural and get into the 
spirit of our little game. I'm sure you'll find it as exciting as we will." 

"I can't wait!" Janet declared in an attempt at humor. There was more truth 
than jest in her statement. She was anxious to start. 

A loud gong sounded. "Time to go!" Claude said and escorted her by the arm. 
He led her down into the basement. The room was darkened except for a bright 
spotlight in the center. Her respiration increased and she felt her heart 
beating faster. Janet sensed eleven pairs of eyes watching her. She was 
certain she could hear their heavy breathing. 

Claude escorted her into the spotlight. He began to undress her. She stood 
impassively as her tunic was removed. Her slacks were loosened at the waist 
and dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them and Claude put them with 
her tunic onto a chair. 

Janet stood in her bikini-styled panties and tailored blouse. The blouse 
came off next, revealing her encased tits. When her bra was removed, murmurs 
of approval came from the hidden audience. She couldn't wait for their 
reaction to the unveiling of her cunt. A half smile formed on her lips. 
Gasps of surprise and some applause issued from the group at the sight of 
her naked pubes. 

"Prepare the initiate!" Rene's voice came out of the darkness. 

Claude stepped away and returned, pushing a large rectangular metal frame. 
"Step up!" he ordered Janet. 

She stepped onto the frame. There were three wide leather bands trisecting 
the frame. One fitted across her shoulders, another, just above the small of 
her back, and the third supported the back of her thighs. 

Four leather straps were on each end of the frame. Her ankles and wrists 
were fastened by the straps. She was spread-eagled on this contraption. 

Claude made an adjustment and tilted the frame into a horizontal position. 
Janet found herself parallel to the floor, staring up into the bright 
spotlight. She tilted her head sideways to avoid the blinding light. 

There was movement as chairs were pushed back. Slowly, the robed figures 
approached her and marched about the frame. She was surrounded on all sides. 

Searching hands reached out and touched her body. Grasping fingers clutched 
at her tits, squeezing them, testing the resiliency of her succulent boobs. 
Other hands fondled her shorn pubes. While some fingers were shoved into her 
cunt and asshole, other hands rubbed the outside of her pussy. There were 
some who were curious to find out how a cunt felt without hair. 

A metal ring was fitted into her snatch. Janet felt movement of the ring and 
realized it was some kind of circular wedge. The ring was expanding. There 
was strong pressure on her twat as the ring widened. She recalled the wedge 
Claude had used on her cunt, only this pressure was stronger. 

In her supine position, it was difficult to see what was going on at her 
cunt unless she raised her head a little. The participants in the ritual all 
moved towards her feet. They were standing about three feet away from her 
legs. She watched as each person tossed something at her cunt. 

The object thrown was some kind of pellet. They were playing some kind of a 
ring toss game. The first ball struck her on her abdomen. Several of the 
following pellets struck her on the thighs below her twat. One tossed pellet 
found its mark, dropping into her hole. 

It was a strange sensation as the little ball rolled down the throat of her 
cunt. The game continued as the others tried to get a ball into her twat. 
When the last pellet was thrown, Claude stuck his fingers into her pussy. 

A shiver of erotic titillation rolled along her spine as the thrusted 
fingers dug for the sunken pellets. He removed them and called out the 
numbers. Two men and a woman were the lucky winners. 

Janet couldn't see their faces. The large cowls hid their features but she 
recognized the colors. The woman stepped forward to enjoy her prize. 

Her hands cupped the full rounded boobs and massaged them with loving 
caresses. The fingers touched the flattened discs that tipped the ivory 
mounds. Janet felt the nipples stiffen while teasing fingers traced the 
circle of each areola. 

The hands stopped fondling the breasts and stroked 

Janet's ribs. She knew the destination of the hands as they travelled over 
her stomach and reached her cunt. 

Fingers fumbled under the venereal hood, parting it to get at the clitoris. 
Janet's tits quivered as she sighed in erotic ecstasy. The woman teased her 
clitty with subtle tantalizing caresses. 

At the same time, she pushed two fingers past the ring. Janet's sentient 
pussy caught the pistoning strokes of the frigging fingers. Her gluteal 
muscles flexed as she thrusted her cunt upward to enjoy the voluptuous 
vaginal massage. The digital strokes were firm measured movements. She 
responded to them, undulating her hips in coital rocks. 

A soft moan of pleasure bubbled from Janet's throat. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" It was a prolonged hum of ecstatic bliss. 

She felt the erotic churning of an orgasm rumbling in her entrails. "Oh, I'm 
going to come!" she exclaimed in rapturous abandon. "Keep frigging me a 
little more!" she urged in a hoarse anxious voice. 

The fingers vacated her cunt. Janet sucked in her breath in a startled gasp 
of pain. The woman clutched Janet's clitty, squeezing and twisting it at the 
same time. 

The growing throbbing pulsations of the orgasm changed to agonizing throbs 
of pain. Tears welled in her eyes, glistened in the light, and blurred her 
vision. 

"Set her up sideways," a male voice ordered. 

An upright bar was fitted to the head of the frame. 

The frame was tilted and Janet was turned on her side. Lacking frontal 
support, she sagged forward. Claude fastened a strap across her stomach and 
another one under her tits. 

The two men removed their robes. One stepped up to her cunt while the other 
approached her rear. She couldn't see the man behind her. The man up front 
was in his mid forties, of average height and build. He had a thin trimmed 
moustache. 

The ring was removed from her twat. His cock slid into her stretched hole 
with little resistance. Usually cocks had a snug fit inside her snatch. 
After the removal of the ring, Janet felt her cunt could accommodate two 
more pricks without any trouble. 

It seemed strange being fucked sideways. She sucked in her breath in a sharp 
hiss. The third party to this manage a trois was trying to gain access to 
her rectum. 

Her sphincter was pulled open with two fingers. The cockhead passed between 
the fingers. Once the cockhead passed the lips of her asshole, he removed 
the fingers. He shoved and her sepia crinkled hole felt the rough full 
penetration of his stiff hard cock. 

Her asshole was stuffed with the assaulting prick imbedded deep past the 
tight sphincter. This was the first time she had been fucked this way! 
Sideways and skewered from both ends! A voluptuous surge swept through her 
from the erogenous contact. 

The simultaneous lascivious impaction of her twin holes filled her with 
sensual delight. Her cunt man began the fucking. He drew his prick out in a 
partial withdrawal. The cock in her ass slipped out also. Moving in tandem, 
the two men drove their pricks back into her holes. 

The muscular tissue separating her cunt and ass was stimulated by the 
contact of their cocks ramming into it. As the battering dicks struck the 
wall of muscle, she felt voluptuous vibrations ripple through her. It was 
like striking a gong with the continued reverberations. 

The prong in her ass pressed into the wall most of the time. The combined 
contact on that erogenous flesh was a sparking reaction. She felt the erotic 
rapture flowing into every pore. 

Janet's sphincter lips were compressed in a venereal kiss about the cock. 
Her elastic asshole gave reluctant permission to its partial exit. On the 
forward thrusts, her asshole welcomed his return. 

She found herself responding to their erotic coupling. Her cunt was damp 
with erogenous moisture. The sensual friction of the two pricks scraping the 
sentient lining of her holes increased the voluptuous thrill. 

Her confinement on the metal frame limited her movements to restricted 
awkward attempts. Janet wanted to rock her hips in cadence with their 
thrusts. She squirmed her ass in a sinuous wriggle. It rocked the cock in 
the tight confines of her rectum. Her movements were interpreted as a signal 
for increased activity. 

The cock in her ass pumped with added vigor. His prick pistoned in rapid 
jerky thrusts. The two cocks were no longer moving, in tandem. The change of 
strokes interrupted the rhythm. 

On the inward plunge of her ass, the cock in her cunt was moving out. When 
the cock impaled her coosy, the impaction in her ass was vacating her hole. 

The new timpo added to the sensual stimulation. Her moist twat was permeated 
with a glow of erotic rapture. The temperature in her venereal boiler grew. 
She luxuriated in the lascivious stimulation. 

A low moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahherrr!" Over and over 
again, she murmured the appreciative moans. "Ahherrr! Ahherrr! Fuck me, fuck 
me!" she exhorted them. "Oh, that's good! Harder, harder! More, more! Shove 
it in! Make me come!" 

Growling animal sounds rumbled in the throat of the man behind her. 
"Grrnnrrr! Grrnnrrr!" His ass rocked at an accelerated cadence as he drove 
his prick into her ass with deep hurried thrusts. 

His moustached accomplice matched his coital rhythm. Janet felt the quick 
penile pumping in her snatch. She looked into the face of the man fucking 
her cunt. His face was twisted into a strained grimace as he drove his prick 
in strenuous thrusts. 

The dual, frenzied, erotic thrusts increased. Janet felt a voluptuous 
turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to erupt at any 
moment. At the start, the erogenous stimulation elicited gentle murmurs from 
her. As the intensity grew, she became more animated. She gave vent to 
animalistic growls. "Nnnrrrrr! Nnnrrrr!" 

Her pores were saturated with the exquisite piquancy of erotic rapture. 
Janet's depraved senses were gratified as the perverse sensuality streamed 
through her body. 

The cock banging into her snatch struck her venereal wall. She tingled as 
the twin cockheads nudged the sensitive flesh. It triggered the release of 
her orgasm. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in ecstatic exhultation. Janet tried 
to undulate her body and free the fermenting turbulence in her pussy. 
"AHHHRRRrrrr!" The ecstatic anguished groan burst from her throat in a roar 
and diminished to a prolonged gurgle. 

Her loins were filled with a gushing flow of orgasmic juices. Low murmurs of 
rapture continued to dribble from her lips. 

Spasmic emissions from the tube planted in her twat mixed with her come. His 
sticky milky jism spilled out in measure penile contractions. The voluptuous 
pulsations of his orgasm harmonized with hers. His crotch was welded to the 
horizontal slit as his prick spent itself. 

Strong bursts of come squirted into her anal canal. She waited until he 
sated his lust. The last drops of come dripped from his waning hardon. 

It was a good fucking session. The best she ever had! She made a mental note 
to recommend the double fuck whenever the situation presented itself. 

So far, her sexual experience had been favorable. Other than the ring in her 
cunt and having her clitty twisted, she had suffered no real pain. Janet 
wondered when the party would start to get rough. 

The upright pole was removed and the frame adjusted to an upright position. 
Rene stipped forward holding a small silver goblet in front of her face. She 
brought the cup to Janet's lips. "Drink!" Rene commanded. 

Janet looked at the contents in the goblet. It was brimful with a thick 
creamy solution. Her nostrils caught a faint scent of a fishy odor. She was 
apprehensive the drink might be some kind of drug. Janet knew the contents 
of the cup! It was an accumulation of everyone's come! 

From the amount of jism collected, Janet suspected it had been saved up for 
several days. She was certain everyone had made a donation, including the 
women. 

The goblet was brough to Janet's lips and tilted. She tasted the cold 
glutinous fluid trickling down her throat. Her preference was for the hot 
come as it spurted from a cock or dripped from a cunt. The cold sticky come 
wasn't too palatable but she managed to drain the cup without throwing up. 

"Prepare her for the cleansing ritual!" Rene ordered in a flat tone. 

The frame was shifted to the horizontal position again. Janet turned her 
head to avoid the direct light in her eyes. Here it comes, she thought! 

The frame was turned again until she was positioned face down. A large white 
enamel basin was placed beneath her cunt. Her twat was invaded by a thick 
nozzle. She felt the sudden flush of water emptying into her cuntal cavern. 

The phallic tube frigged her cunt for several seconds in an abbreviated 
attempt to evoke some kind of erotic thrill. Some of the water welled up in 
her snatch was forced out by the thrusting tube. The nozzle was removed and 
the water cascaded into the basin. 

Janet prepared herself for the anticipated enema. She wasn't disappointed! 
The long thin tube slid into her anal sheath. She waited for the annoying 
flooding of her rectum. 

Her body jerked at the unexpected stream that emptied into her ass. It was 
cold! She writhed and squirmed on the rack in uncomfortable distress. The 
water continued to fill her body. 

Janet had the urgent need to move her bowels. The water filled her bowels 
expanding them. She felt her stomach swelling. "Stop, stop! I have to shit!" 
she cried out in an anxious plea. The water continued to inundate her 
entrails. 

"Please, please! I have to shit! Take it out, take it out!" she pleaded. 

She felt the sensual friction of the nozzle sliding out of her asshole. 
Janet was reluctant to release the dammed up water while in her suspended 
prone position. The expelled mixture of water and shit would spill over her, 
dirtying her. 

A thick plug was pushed into the sphincter and fastened into place with 
straps. Janet squirmed in distressing agony. She was uncomfortable and in 
agony. Her face was twisted in a grimace. The eyes were closed to shut out 
the severe cramps in her stomach. 

Claude flipped the frame to an upright position and released Janet from the 
straps. Tears of agony welled up in her eyes at the urgent need to move her 
bowels. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of 
the pressure. The exertion on her bladder forced a trickle out. Janet was 
aware of the warm tentacles of urine rolling down her thighs. 

"Oh, oh!" she gasped in agony. "Take the plug out! Let me shit! Do anything 
you want to me but let me move my bowels! I'll burst!" 

A white hooded figure came forward with a large potty and placed it under 
the spotlight. The straps were loosened and the plug removed. Janet made a 
frantic dash to the porcelain bowl. 

The feces and urine mixed with the enema water was spurting out of her as 
she was sitting down. She was thankful she had covered the potty before she 
expelled the mixed waste matter. Janet exhaled a sigh of welcomed relief. 

She sat on the potty, glad that they hadn't waited much longer to remove the 
plug. The hooded figures moved in a circle surrounding her. Probably getting 
their kicks watching her suffer, she thought! 

A shocked expression filled her face. All of the figures exposed themselves. 
Suddenly, streams of piss squirted from several of the group. Men and women 
were spraying her with warm piss. Her face, her shoulders, her tits, and 
legs were spattered with the golden liquid. 

Janet sat on the chamber pot without protest accepting the liquid abuse 
raining on her. This was the most degrading experience she had had as a 
hooker. No one had ever done such a horrible thing to her! 

She had been beaten and abused but this abuse was more like a defilement. 
Janet felt dirty. Rene called it a cleansing ritual. If anything, these 
bastards needed to have their minds cleansed, Janet thought in bitter 
contemplation. She wished she could return their compliment. 

The sepia hole was sore from the pressure of the water and feces forced out 
of her ass. 

"Can I have some tissue paper to wipe myself?" she asked. "You won't need 
it!" Rene answered. Claude came forward with a hair dryer. Janet was made to 
stand up and bend over. She heard the hum of the instrument and felt the 
heat of the warm air. He brought the blower close to her. The blower was 
moved about, playing the drying air currents along her ass and cuntal 
cracks. 

She could feel the moisture gathered on her ass and cunt drying up. The 
currents of warm air grew hotter. Janet expected them to burn her with the 
blower as their next bit of erotic play. When Claude turned off the blower, 
she accepted it as the first kind gesture extended to her during the 
evening. 

Using paper to wipe her ass would have been more comfortable than the 
blower. Her ass felt tacky as though someone had applied varnish to her hole 
and it hadn't dried. 

The strong odor of urine clung to her body. The blower had dried up the 
residue of the piss sprayed on her. 

"My dear, you look a bit peaked!" Rene observed. "I think you need something 
to revive you. You'll need all your strength for later in the evening. What 
you need is something to give you vitality! The best source is come juice. 
You will suck everyone off until they come. You can start with me first!" 

Janet considered this a respite although by the time she started to suck off 
the fourth woman, her jaws ached from the effort. 

She managed to satisfy each of the women. All of them offered her a liquid 
tribute in response to her oral efforts. Janet had tasted the love juices of 
each partner. After the women, she sucked off the men. This time, her throat 
was sprayed with their erogenous emissions. 

A sudden thought occurred to her as she serviced each member of this group. 
What were the naked girls doing during this ceremony? Why weren't they being 
used? Would they be used later on? 

Janet speculated about being the only erotic attraction for the group. Of 
course, the naked girls who served had some sensual attraction! The way the 
evening's events were progressing, she was certain the other girls would not 
be touched. They were merely for the window dressing! 

 Chapter Seven 

She was ordered to stretch out on the floor. The coolness of the parquet 
floor was a welcomed change from the heat of the spotlight. A thick wooden 
slat was placed beneath her ankles and fastened to them. 

Janet stared at her bound ankles in apprehensive contemplation. This was 
going to be part of the ordeal Claude had used for his test. Only this time, 
she anticipated a more intense workout. 

A heavy rope was fastened to the wooden bar. Two of the men pulled on the 
rope and Janet was gradually suspended in mid-air. She dangled upside-down. 
A nervous anxiety flooded her system. Thoughts of how severe the punishment 
would be bothered her. 

They had already exhibited their perverted inclinations. From her inverted 
position, Janet looked at the circle of naked bodies formed about her. The 
sight and shapes of their nude frames offered little erotic thrills to her. 
It was the appearance of the yarious instruments in their hands that had an 
effect on her. 

Some held wooden paddles, Others had quirts; and a few were partial to an 
abbreviated cat-o'-nine-tails. 

Her face was flushed as the blood rushed to her head. The heat of sensual 
passion also warmed her blood. She anticipated a beating like one she never 
had before! It would be the most painful ever received! Janet found herself 
looking forward to that threshold where pain became a voluptuous rapture. 

Claude took hold of her hips and gave her body a quick twist. Her body 
twirled about. As her dangling body spun about, the group about her swung at 
her ass as she passed them. 

They were aiming at her ass. Some of the blows missed the intended target. 
Instead, they caught her on the side of her thighs or missed her completely. 
The scoring blows were effective! She felt the small cat-o'-nines slicing 
into the soft flesh of her ass. A wooden paddle crashed into her tender 
rounded buns. 

She didn't know who were wielding the quirts. Two of the abbreviated whips 
slashed across her buttocks making her wince with pain. Their vicious blows 
turned her ass cheeks and thighs into a deep crimson mass. 

The pain didn't bother her as much as the spinning around upside down. She 
was getting dizzy and fought back a wave of nausea. 

"Please, please, let me up for a minute before I puke!" she pleaded. 

Calude stopped the spinning form. He unhooked the rope and lowered her back 
to the floor. She grimaced as her ass touched the floor. Her ass and thighs 
were sore from the beating. 

"It's time for our special game!" Rene announced. Her remark was greeted by 
excited cries from the men, offering to be it. Lots were drawn. Janet 
recognized the moustached man who fucked her cunt earlier. He won the right 
to be her partner. 

Janet was strung up again. The man grabbed her about her upper back. His 
semi-hard prick dangled in front of her face. 

The object of this erotic game was for the others to beat her on the ass 
while she sucked off the man. She had to suck trim off without biting his 
cock. If Janet managed to make him come without biting him, her ordeal was 
over. Biting the victim before an orgasm meant an extended ordeal of 
torture. 

For the group, this was a very thrilling game! For Janet, it was a test of 
her ability to endure this kind of abuse! It also tested her skill at oral 
sex! 

She needed all her talents to induce an orgasm in the cock before her. They 
had shackled her hands behind her head to eliminate any manual stimulation 
of the cock. Everything had to be done orally! 

He brought his prick closer to her face. Janet opened her mouth and pressed 
her lips about the base of his soft hardon. A few tantalizing licks and she 
transformed his cock into a bony shaft of flesh. 

"Okay! I have a hardon!" he acknowledged. "She's starting to suck me off! 
Start beating her ass!" 

The group took turns flailing her buttocks with their instruments of pain. 

WHACKKl The flat blade of a wooden paddle struck a solid blow across her 
buttocks. A burning sting spread across her asscheeks. Janet fought the urge 
to bite down! 

SSWHAPP! Someone laid the lashes of a cat-o'-nine across her exposed buns. 
She squeezed her eyes shut. This blow added to the pain flooding her 
asscheeks. Her shackled hands pressed against the back of her neck. Janet 
hoped to transfer her agony from her ass to her neck to alleviate the 
intense ache in her buttocks. 

CRACKK! A quirt cut into her tortured flesh. Her tormentors were hitting her 
ass with a vengeance. She felt the burning twinges of agony inflaming her 
entire backside. There was no let-up in the vicious attack on her ass. 

SSHWAPP! The lashes whipped across her burning butt. She was certain the 
blow had opened her skin. Her ass felt moist. Someone uttered an exclamation 
of perverse delight at the appearance of blood. A thin trickling rivulet 
rolled down her back. 

Janet manipulated the absorbed cock at a furious pace. Her lips and tongue 
tried to fire his penile rocket. She attempted to piston the shaft, pushing 
it out with her tongue and vacuuming it back in. 

She worked her tongue in feverish licks across the velvety cockhead. Her 
sheathed teeth nibbled on the sensitive underside in soft sensual bites. The 
bites were alternated with hard licking strokes of her tongue. 

Janet's jaws ached from the effort of her frantic sucking. Once she got him 
to shoot his load, the danger of further abuse would be gone! 

She was concerned about biting his cock. The pain from the beatings was 
excruciating. Worse than she ever suffered before! There was a transition 
point from pain to erotic ecstasy. Janet was striving to reach that point. 

An orgasmic fermentation began to bubble in her loins. She wanted to cry out 
in erotic exultation. The cock in her mouth prevented any outcry! 

Come on, shoot your load, you bastard! she swore in silent exhortation. Why 
the hell don't you come? 

WHACKKl The paddle cracked against her battered ass. Her body jerked and 
flinched. She felt the tension pulling on her legs. Janet opened her mouth 
slightly and exhaled a groan of anguish. The warm air from her groan blew 
across the implanted cock. 

Janet couldn't see her ass. She needed little imagination to know what it 
looked like. The skin was broken and bleeding from several welts. Her 
buttocks were damp, wet from the smeared blood. She felt the blood that had 
trickled down her back. The crimson layer covered the dark blush of abused 
gluteal flesh. 

SSWHAPP! The lashes cut across open wounds again. She inhaled, inspiring 
with a strong sucking hiss. "Hssss!" The action vacuumed the cock deeper 
into her mouth. Janet's body squirmed in anguished torment. 

Her face was flushed from the blood rushingto her head. Janet's head 
throbbed from being in the inverted position for so long. The dizziness and 
nausea returned. She began to doubt her ability to accomplish a successful 
consummation of either assignment. 

CRACKK! A well delivered hit from a quirt sent an excruciating lance of pain 
into her brain. For a moment, it interrupted the queasiness enveloping her. 

Janet's lips and tongue worked on the imbedded prick with determined vigor. 
The shaft in her mouth started to shift in coital strokes. Just a little bit 
more, she told herself. 

She attacked his cock with increased ardor. The cock fucked her mouth with 
faster thrusts. 

Her lips compressed about the prick as it plunged into her mouth in a final 
plunge. She pressed her tongue over the cockhead to limit the length of 
thrust and to control the flow of the come geysering out. 

"Hhhrrr!" The man groaned as his hot jism spurted out. His convulsing tube 
expelled thick globs of come. Janet didn't wait for his orgasm to finish. 

She opened her mouth to release her hold on his dick. A vicious blow struck 
her ass as she spat out the accumulated jism in her mouth. 

The penalizing obstacle was gone! 

"Sonvabitch! She did it!" someone exclaimed. 

"More, more! Beat me, beat me!" she demanded, screaming out the exhortation. 
"Hurry, hurry!" she urged. Janet wanted to feel the voluptuous orgasmic 
release. 

The man holding her, let go. Immediately, her ass was subjected to a volley 
of vicious blows. She felt the agonizing pain puncturing the erogenous 
balloon in her twat. 

She screamed in rapturous agony as the violent orgasm exploded in her loins. 
"YAHHRRRGRrrr! I'm coming, Im coming! Oh, that's good! That's good!" 

Janet's body convulsed in erotic intoxication. The wooden bar fastened to 
her ankles shook her like a puppet. She was lowered to the floor and her 
legs freed. 

She wasn't certain she could stand. There was no sensation in her legs. She 
doubted if she had any ass left! It had received a good working over! All 
she felt was extreme agonizing pain all over her body. 

The only consolation received from the severe beating was the lingering 
erogenous pulsations in her cunt. She could still savor the waning throbs of 
her orgasm. 

Two men helped her to her feet. Her legs refused to support her and her 
knees buckled as she stood up. 

Claude held her upright. Janet wondered whether any permanent damage was 
done. It was a crazy sensation! She felt helpless by her inability to remain 
erect by herself. 

While Claude held her erect, Rene applied a warm damp cloth to wash away the 
blood from her scarred ass. Janet winced with a sharp intake of breath. The 
bloodied evidence of her beating disappeared. An effective unguent was 
applied to her battered rump. A heavy coating of the salve covered the cruel 
cuts and welts. 

Janet regained some feeling in her legs. She managed to stand alone without 
support. 

"Are you all right? Can you manage?" Claude asked. 

"Oh, sure!" she tried to affect a tone of casual unconcern. "It only hurts 
when I laugh!" 

"I have a shower here in the basement," Rene said. "Why don't you freshen up 
a bit? When you come out, I'll give you another treatment with the salve. 
While we're waiting for you to recuperate, we'll find other diversions." 

Janet welcomed the opportunity to clean herself up. The water cascading over 
her back made her grit her teeth. It would be at least a week before she 
could sit on her ass! 

She wondered what the other diversions would be. As she toweled herself dry, 
she heard the hysterical screams. A frightening chill rippled down her spine 
at the sound. What kind of terrible punishment was being inflicted to make 
that woman cry out like that? 

Janet rushed out of the shower room. A shocked gasp escaped her lips at the 
sight. Two of the young waitresses were strung up by their wrists. They were 
suspended off the ground. 

The group stood in front of them, tearing out their pubic hairs with 
tweezers. Just thinking about it sent a twinge of pain through Janet's twat. 
It was moments like these that Janet was glad she kept her cunt shaved. 

Sharp sobbing screams rended the air and she shuddered at the sound. Janet 
had developed a tolerance for accepting personal pain. Her exposure to rough 
trade did not make her indifferent to seeing other people absorb punishment. 
For a brief moment, she contemplated offering herself as a substitute. 
Prudence warned her that in time, Rene would make the change without any 
encouragement. 

The girls' legs were splayed and tied down. They looked like inverted "Y's"! 

Hysterical whimpers bubbled from their lips as Rene inserted lit candles 
into their cunts. The group was getting ready for a little game called 
Target Practice. Janet found the concept amusing in spite of the girls' 
terror. 

The men lined up three feet away from the girls. The idea was to direct the 
stream from their pricks and try to extinguish the candle. Winners had their 
choice of the girls for any special salacious inclination. 

Frightened squeals escaped the young victims' throats. Their bodies squirmed 
and writhed as jets of urine sprayed over their bodies. Janet heard the hiss 
of an extinguished flame followed by another hiss. She saw the lit candles 
go out. Her attention was riveted on the erotic play and she didn't notice 
Rene at her side. 

"Fm glad to see you've recovered. It's more fun when we work with a 
professional," Rene said. 

"Oh, I don't know!" Janet tried to sound casual. "Your friends seem to be 
getting a big kick out of working with those amateurs." 

"Come, come! Don't be so modest!" Rene replied. "Attention everyone! Our 
guest is ready for an encore!" 

She caught Janet by the arm and escorted her towards the center of the 
group. "You'll need a partner for the next act. Choose one of these girls!" 
Rene ordered her. 

Janet didn't like the idea of selecting one of the frightened girls. Both of 
them looked at her in wide-eyed apprehension. Intuition told her the next 
session would be a rough one. She didn't want anyone hating her guts for 
getting involved with her in a bad deal. 

Janet shrugged her shoulders. "Personally, I can't see either one as a 
partner. Let 'em choose!" 

"Okay!" Claude said. He nodded to a raven haired girl with heavy pendulous 
tits. "Call! Heads or tails!" He flipped a coin into the air. 

"No, no! Not me!" she pleaded in a tremulous voice. "I won't pick!" 

"You're not picking anything!" Rene snapped. "Just call Heads or Tails!" 

Claude flipped the coin and the other girl cried out, "Heads!" 

Claude caught the coin and slapped it against the back of his hand. He 
peeked at the coin. "It's Heads!" He leered at the girl who protested. 
"Looks like you're it! You had your chance!" 

Janet glanced at the girl who had won the toss. Relief was etched in her 
face. She had avoided the selection for some perverted act. It didn't matter 
what it was! Janet could understand the girl's feelings. 

One girl was left in the bound suspended position. A protesting frightened 
girl was taken down. Tearful pleas of consideration were wasted. She was 
tossed onto the floor. Janet was ordered to lay down on her side with her 
back to the girl. 

Handcuffs fastened to their wrists and ankles linked them together. Rene 
produced a double dildo. It was a straight shaft, sculptured at each end in 
the shape of cockheads. Lesbians were partial to this type for mutual 
fucking. The two headed dildo was shoved into their assholes. 

The insertion was an easy accommodation for Janet. Her reluctant partner 
cried out in pain at the forceful violation of her virgin ass. 

"Ohhrrr!" she groaned in anguished agony. "You're hurting me! My ass, my 
ass! Stop, stop! Take it out, take it out! Please, please! You're hurting 
me! Oh, oh! I have to shit! Please, please, take it out!" Her body trembled 
with tearful sobs. Janet felt the phallus filling her asshole. It was 
thicker and longer than anything else ever stuffed into her rectal sheath. 
She appreciated the other girl's response. 

"Hang tough, kid!" Janet offered in an attempt to bolster the girl's 
spirits. "You'll get over that feeling in your asshole! That's the least of 
your worries! Just hang in there!" 

She looked up to see large straps in the hands of every member of the group. 
Janet's body tensed in anticipation. She screwed up her face, squeezing her 
eyes shut. 

SPLA TT! A strap struck her across the arm and hip. Her arm caught most of 
the blow. Janet felt the burning sting travel up her arm. Someone swung a 
belt from the other side. Most of the blow caught the girl's body and she 
screamed out. She had caught the brunt of the blow. Part of the striking 
belt struck Janet. 

The girl's body flinched, driving the dildo into their asses. The artificial 
cockhead pressed into the erogenous wall that separated Janet's cunt and 
ass. It evoked a lascivious thrill, making her pussy salivate. A salacious 
itch began in her cunt. 

A soft groan of voluptuous pleasure escaped her lips. Janet crooned a series 
of low ecstatic murmurs. "Oooooo! Oooooo!" It helped to take her mind off 
the stinging pain. 

The locked bodies twitched at the touch of the lashes. Their bodies bumped 
into each other, driving the dildos into their assholes with a forceful 
thrust. Nothing had ever jammed her ass the way this dildo did! 

SPLATT! SPLATT! The belts flayed at them. The blows were not confined to any 
special part of their bodies. With other beatings, only Janet's ass was 
usually attacked. This time, the cruel beating covered her entire body. 

Her upper arm and part of her tit was the target the second time. Her tit 
caught the tip of a belt swinging from the other side. She was determined to 
absorb this punishment without uttering any outcry. Unfortunately, her 
companion's screaming made it difficult' for Janet to concentrate on her 
resolution. 

The piercing shrieks dug into Janet's ears. Her body caught the vibrating 
cries emanating from the girl's body. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Their bodies came together as their stomachs caught the 
cruel lashes. The double dildo was shoved deeper into their rectal sheaths 
by their backward thrusts. Janet's anal canal was gouged by the rammed 
shaft. The lascivious bubbling started in her entrails. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Their tormentors kept slashing at the bound bodies. The 
fleshy sides of the thighs caught these blows. Janet tried to keep from 
moving. Her companion in pain was unable to restrict her anguished 
writhings. The poor girl twitched with every blow, screaming out her 
anguished torment. Janet was fearful their rectal muscles would be rubbed 
raw by the abrasive jabs of the dildos. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Each time the belts landed on their exposed flesh, Janet 
felt the burning pain. She felt the excruciating sharp bite of the leathered 
strap. Each time the pain was interrupted by the erotic voluptuous pounding 
inside her ass. 

She was a veteran of beatings. The girl shackled to her wasn't. For a 
moment, Janet allowed herself the luxury of feeling sorry for the girl. It 
vanished as the straps continued to flail at them. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! The burgeoning climax inflated inside Janet's tingling 
snatch. She had grown accustomed to the pain. At the moment, the erotic 
responses were growing stronger. 

"Hit me, hit me!" she demanded in a hoarse urgent whimper. "More, more! Oh, 
oh! I'm going to come! Hurry, hurry!" 

Janet tried to rock her hips in coital thrusts. In spite of the limited 
movement, she was able to shift the dildo. The phalli fucked their assholes. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Two more blows were delivered with vicious determination. 
Janet cried out in ecstatic rapture. 

The blow had slashed across her tits. From the girl's side, the tip of the 
belt caught Janet in the stomach. 

She scrunched her chin against her chest to look down at her brutalized 
frame. It was a mass of flaming red welts. Tomorrow would be hell for her! 
She would have difficulty wearing clothes. For the moment, Janet was 
enjoying the erotic exhilaration permeating her senses. 

MORE! MORE! she exhorted them in a strident voice. "I'm coming, I'm coming! 
AHHRRGRRrrr!" 

It was a loud groan of pleasure that diminished into a gurgle.Her body 
continued to thrash as the release of the erogenous bubble burst inside her 
loins. 

A heavy downpour of come flushed her sentient snatch. Janet felt a rush of 
erotic intoxication. She exhaled a deep sigh of rapturous contentment. 

The beatings with the straps stopped. Claude unlocked the handcuffs and 
removed the dildos from their asses. 

With the erogenous throbbings waning, Janet returned to normalcy. She winced 
and groaned struggling to her feet. Broad red bands were all over her arms, 
legs, stomach, and tits. She tossed an inquisitive glance at the young girl. 
The same cruel stripes decorated her body. 

Blood trickled from the girl's asshole. She was unconscious and breathing 
heavily. Janet became concerned. 

"Hey! That kid's in bad shape! I think she needs a doctor!" Janet said. 

"Don't worry about her!" Rene answered. "We can take care of her. You, my 
dear, are our main concern! You've been a remarkable acquisition and worth 
every cent we're paying you." 

"Does that mean I'm finished for the night?" Janet asked. 

"Not quite! We're going to break for a little snack. You may join us. After 
that, you will be at our disposal. You will service each of the members in 
any manner they desire. I'm sure you'll maintain the same quality of your 
special abilities!" 

"You're picking up the tab! You call the shots!" Janet answered, shrugging 
her shoulders. 

"Very well put!" Rene said. 

"What about the one that you still have strung up?" Janet asked. 

"She's going to be our entertainment while we snack," Rene replied. 

Janet speculated about the way Rene intended to use the remaining girl. At a 
nod from Rene, Claude brought out the curved double dildo. She watched as he 
inserted them into the girl's cunt and ass. 

The girl pleaded and protested in a trembling voice, interrupted by sobs. 
Janet knew the efficacy of the twin vibrators. She had encountered the 
stirring chills induced by the erotic gadget. The experience wouldn't hurt 
the girl too much. It was better than being beaten! Janet was certain it 
would win the girl as a convert. In time, the girl could wind up as one of 
the group's disciples! 

The appearance of three nude waitresses carrying trays of food and drink 
diverted Janet's attention. She hadn't eaten since earlier that evening. The 
punishing workout had given her an appetite. She was hungry for something 
else besides sex. 

 Chapter Eight 

Janet's session at Rene's house lasted until the early morning hours. She 
had catered to everyone's erotic tastes. Her tits, ass, and cunt had been 
squeezed, prodded, and filled. It had been quite a session. The two thousand 
dollars she carried in her purse had made it worthwhile. 

Harvey would be pleased with her efforts. Even to the point of possibly 
letting her recuperate for a few days! She was tired, bruised, and in pain 
with every move. 

One of Rene's guests was a doctor. He had taken care of the girl with the 
ripped asshole. Janet received an ointment from him for her bruises. As 
Claude drove her back to the city, she reflected over the exciting session. 
It had furnished her with some thrilling moments. Although Janet thought she 
wasn't interested in a steady diet of that kind of treatment. 

As she had hoped, Harvey allowed her a week of rest. It wasn't due for any 
consideration for her! Almost her entire body was discolored. He didn't want 
his customers turned off by the sight of the ugly blemishes. 

Every day, Harvey would inspect her naked body to see how bad the 
discoloratitn was. On Friday night, a week later, he told her, "You've got a 
date tonight! It's a fraternity stag! So take good care of these kids! They 
can wind up as future customers!" 

"Don't I always take good care of the tricks you give me?" she asked. 

He nodded. "I just want you to know that because they're not as old as some 
of the other Johns, you shouldn't short change them. Whatever they want, 
give 'em!" 

She took a cab to the brownstone near the campus. It surprised her to find 
the buiding being used as a residence for a college fraternity. In answer to 
the doorbell ring, she was ushered into the building by a tall goodlooking 
youth about twenty-one. He had long black hair and a pleasant smile. 

"Well, hellooo!" he greeted her. "My name's Frankie. 

You're just what we ordered! I'm sure we're going to have a great time with 
you tonight!" 

"Hi!" she smiled back. "My name's Janet! And I'm sure we'll have a great 
time tonight!" She emphasized, "I'm sure!" 

The friendly reception and the thought of having sex with contemporaries 
excited her. Janet was looking forward to the varied sexual experiences she 
would find with this group. She anticipated an evening of thrills and 
amusement. 

"There'll be fourteen of the regular brothers present for supper," Frankie 
told her. "You're our guest of honor! We have five pledges that recently 
joined out frat. They'll be serving us." 

He brought her into a large dining room. The other thirteen members were 
seated about a large dining table. They stood up and introduced themselves. 
The biggest problem for Janet was going to be keeping track of the 
association of the name with the individual. 

Frankie rang a bell. From the kitchen, five youths entered carrying trays of 
food. They were all nude except for a gauze-like apron that barely hid their 
genitals. 

Janet tried to keep from smiling. Their flushed faces betrayed their 
embarrassment. One of the waiters stopped between Frankie and Janet. 

He started to move away. "Hold it, Alan! Freeze!" Frankie commanded. 

Alan stiffened. Frankie lifted the abbreviated apron, exposing the shrunken 
stub of cock flesh and the sac behind it. "Would you mind checking this 
miserable one's dong and telling me if he's a potential cocksman?" Frankie 
asked Janet. 

She looked up into the victim's face. Alan averted her glance by turning his 
head away and staring into space. His face was colored with a deeper flush. 

Her fingers cupped his soft egg-shaped agates in orte hand. The other 
fingers curled about the soft stub and tugged gently on the flesh. Alan's 
prick responded to the lascivious tactile teasing. His prick stiffened in 
her hand. It was about five inches long and almost two inches thick. 

Suddenly, he groaned in anguished mortification. She felt the twitch in his 
balls heralding the premature ejaculation. The hand on his prick shifted to 
the cockhead. Her palm covered the crown of his shaft as the come spurted 
out. 

The hot jism squirted into her palm. She waited until his prick stopped 
spasming. Slipping her hand away without spilling the collected glutinous 
liquid in her hand, Janet wiped it into the apron. 

"See, what I mean?" Frankie commented. "He came too soon without any real, 
provocation! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Alan?" 

This was a type of psychological humiliation Janet disliked. Physical erotic 
abuse was one thing; mental abuse was something she couldn't accept. Her 
favorable impression of Frankie was changing. 

"Under the circunstances, I think Alan has done very well. I'm sure some of 
you studs might react the same way or worse, depending upon the situation," 
she answered. Her eyes swept around the table, looking at laughing faces. 
"Why don't we finish our meal and concentrate on the pleasure aspect 
afterwards!" 

One of the other pledges looked at her gratefully. She understood the look. 
The rest of the meal was served with little horseplay. After the coffee, 
Frankie said, "We have a costume for you. Would you mind changing?" 

He took her to another room. On the bed was a black laced garter belt and a 
pair of black silk stockings. A black laced, sling bra completed the 
ensemble. Frankie remained in the room while she undressed. 

She had made a mental note to embarrass him in front of his peers. To make 
up for Alan's embarrassment. There might not be ah opportunity later. 
Instead, she thought she would try to shake him a little now. 

Disrobing in a slow teasing gesture, Janet removed her clothing. Naked, she 
displayed her physical assets. Her hands swept up her rib cage in a steady 
lambent brush. Her palms cupped her soft rounded globes, proffering them to 
him in an obscene gesture. 

The hands caressed and fondled her tits, sweeping out towards the 
coral-studded tips. She curled her fingers about the areolae and squeezed, 
making the nipples more pronounced. 

Janet watched his face. His eyes glistened with lust, riveted on her boobs. 
She moved her hands down to her pussy, parting the puffy hairless lips. Her 
hips thrusted forward, displaying the pinkish-red glistening folds of flesh. 
She undulated her pelvis in a sinuous grind. The suggestive gyration was a 
carnal invitation. The bulge in his crotch was evidence of her effective 
demonstration. 

Janet moved towards him with sensual grace. Reaching out, she unzipped his 
fly. He breathed heavily through flared nostrils. Inserting her fingers past 
the fly, she searched for his hot cock. She dug past the fly of his 
underwear and reached the fevered shaft of hot penile flesh. 

His prick was pulled clear of the restrictive clothing, exposing the hard 
prick to her view. She pushed another hand past the fly and captured his 
nuts. While she fondled his balls. Janet ran her hand up and down his cock 
in rapid massaging strokes. "Ahhrrr!" he groaned. 

She stuffed his cock into her mouth just as he came off. Her suctioning lips 
drew out his come as a geyser of jism shot into her oral cavity. When his 
cock stopped ejaculating, she released her hold. 

Standing up, she looked into his half-lidded eyes. "That was nice, huh?" she 
asked. "But you shot your load just as quick as Alan did! So don't be such a 
big shot! Just enjoy your own thing without making fun of others!" 

"Boy! That was terrific!" he exclaimed in rapturous approval. "You have a 
quick mouth! I loved the way you sucked out my come!" 

"I practiced a lot on long necked beer bottles!" she answered in sarcastic 
indifference. "Let's go and take care of the others. We wouldn't want them 
to think this is your exclusive gig!" 

They returned to the others. She walked into the room, sensually shifting 
her hips. Her buttocks had a voluptous bounce and her tits swung with 
lascivious looseness in the sling bra. She was aware of their rapt attention 
and heavy sensual breathing as she pirouetted slowly in front of them. 

Their erotic stimulation was infectious. She caught the fever of their 
excitement. A thrilling exhilaration coursed through her. Janet found this 
party very exciting. It was something different than her usual tricks. 

She was unable to see everyone's crotch. She was sure all the cocks in the 
room were standing in silent salute to her salacious encouragement. Janet 
saw the aprons of two of the pledges pushed upward. Their hard-ons 
supporting the raised cloth. 

"What's your pleasures, gentlemen?" she asked in a whispered sultry voice. 

"Fuck the game plan with the pledges going first," one of the regular 
members shouted. "Let them take sloppy seconds! Let's fuck her first!" 

The others chorused his sentiments. A satisfied smile played on her lips. 
Their remarks turned into a shouting contest, each wanting to be first. 

"Hold it, hold it!" Frankie yelled above the din. "For Chris' sake! You'll 
have the neighbors complaining! 

Okay, okay! We fuck her first! We'll draw lots!" 

Janet was enjoying the fuss over her. She watched as they set up the 
procedure for fucking her. They decided she would service two at a time to 
expedite the evening's activities. An ecstatic ripple rolled down her spine 
into her snatch. They had planned a big evening. She was anxious to find out 
what it was. 

Lubricating juices moistened her eager twat. Her lascivious passions were 
increasing. The first set of two members had already stripped and approached 
her. One wanted a blow job and the other was going to fuck her ass. 

She directed one boy to stretch out on the couch. "You better get some 
lubricant for my ass and your cock, if this is your first time!" she told 
the other boy. She looked at the boy whose prick was waiting for her oral 
embrace. His eyes shone with a lustful luster. Janet bent her head down. Her 
mouth absorbed the thick stubby prong. She rolled her tongue around the 
circumference of the ruby crown. 

Impatient hands grasped the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and parted them. A 
finger heavily loaded with a lubricant jammed into the brownish puckered 
hole. She wriggled her ass while the finger greased her asshole. 

The finger was removed and a cock took its place. She felt the penile 
substitution press against the sphincter. The penetration was an easy one. 
His cock slipped into her anal sheath without any effort. He pressed his 
prick in as far as it would go. Her asscheeks were welded to his fitted 
groin. 

Warm sweating hands grasped her hips for purchase. Her body quivered with an 
ecstatic excitement as the imbedded shaft attempted to ravish her asshole. 

She clasped the root of the cock held captive in her mouth. Quickly, she 
jerked him off while her tongue worked on the cock with strong lingual 
sweeps. Whimpering moans of erotic rapture rumbled in his throat. He shifted 
his hips in a sinous grind, writhing in voluptuous intoxication. 

It didn't take her long to attain the desired effect. The boy started to 
fuck her mouth. His hips pumped rapidly. A deep groan escaped his throat in 
an anguished growl. "Ahhrrrr!" His anguished cry seemed to trigger the 
erogenous mechanism that sent his hot come into her mouth. 

Janet's fist pumped faster. She held his erupting cock with her fingers 
pressed firmly against the shaft. Her mouth was still fastened over the 
cockhead. The fingers milked out the remaining drops of his orgasmic 
tribute. 

Her concentration on the cocksucking didn't detract from the awareness of 
the prick that shuttled in and out of her ass. She could feel the impacted 
shaft fucking away. He fucked her ass violently. His hips rocked back and 
forth in a frantic velocity that propelled his balls against her thighs. The 
force of his movements kept his balls swinging, striking her thighs. 

His youth, thrusting cock, and the flailing balls sent lustful shivers up 
and down her spine. She had a sudden wish for someone to work on her twat. 
She didn't care whether it was orally, manually, or a good hard prick poking 
her coosy! The sensation from the thrusting cock made her cunt tingle from 
the sensual stimulation, leaving her pussy unsatisfied. With some cuntal 
stimulation, she could enjoy the ecstatic orgasm her libidinous inclinations 
craved. 

The boy plugging her asshole was making animallike grunts as his fucking 
tempo increased. She felt his cock digging deep into her anal canal. He made 
one final thrust, pulling her hips towards his burrowing prick. "A WWwrrr!" 
he growled as he held her buttocks firmly pressed into his groin. Janet's 
ass was filled with his viscous discharge. The sticky fluid temporarily kept 
his cock from leaving its erogenous sanctuary. 

The tight rectal muscles reluctantly relinquished its hold on his 
shrivelling dick. 

The tight rectal muscles reluctantly relinquished its hold on his 
shrivelling dick. 

The two boys Janet had serviced were very vocal in their admiration of her 
sexual attributes. Frank designated a second team to take her on. She was 
surprised that they also chose the same method of sexual contact. An 
argument ensued over which boy would fuck her ass. Frank settled the 
discussion by flipping a coin. The winner had the pleasure of enjoying her 
ass. 

It became mechanical with her. Their sexual congress with her wore off some 
of the erotic fascination she held. There was no variation to the act. It 
was a repetition of the previous episode. 

She sucked off the second boy with less effort. He was so hot that he came 
at the first caress of her tongue. The kid up her ass shot his load a few 
seconds later. 

When the third team expressed a desire to continue the same method, she 
protested in mild exasperation. 

"Don't you kids have any imagination? I'm getting tired of leaning over." 
She clasped her cunt and proffered it to them. "Honest, there are no teeth 
in my cunt. I won't bite your peters off!" she told them. "And don't worry 
about getting the clap! You're safer with me than some of the broads you 
screw around with on campus!" 

Frankie and another boy were next. Considerately, he threw two couch 
cushions onto the floor. One for her head, the other, to place under her 
hips. 

She began to tingle with the return of a voluptuous sensuality. The feeling 
was induced by the impending change in the sex pattern she had experienced. 
This time, she would have a gorgeous prick snuggling between her pussy's 
hungry lips! The anticipation of such a contact renewed the erotic delirium 
that permeated her body whenever her cunt was ravaged. 

Janet positioned herself comfortably on the cushions. She exhaled a small 
sigh of welcomed rest. 

Above her head, the boy who wanted his cock sucked crouched with his balls 
resting on her chin. She shifted him a little. Her hands moved him back a 
little so that there would be little effort on her part to eat him. 
Otherwise, she would have to raise her head. She wanted to be as comfortable 
as possible. 

Her cunt vibrated to the touch as Frankie inserted his prick between the 
soft damp cuntal lips. He had a a good stiff piece of meat! She hoped he 
knew how to use it. He had come too soon when she played with his dick. It 
would be a shame if he wasted that beautiful hardon by shooting a load too 
soon! 

Frankie surprised her! He pulled his cock out and reached for her cunt. 
Janet trembled with carnal excitation as he jammed two fingers into her 
moist hole and frigged her quim. 

The fingers were deep in the throat of her cuntal mouth. Slowly, he brought 
the fingers out, maintaining contact with the flesh. He moved upward towards 
the eagerly awaiting clitoris. She felt a delicious prickling sensation as 
his thumb and forefinger rubbed the sentient turgid piece of that venereal 
node. 

Silently, she cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me! Stick your piece of meat into my 
cunt!" Janet hoped her mental urgings would be heard. She wanted her anxious 
twat to be impaled by his hot stiff rod. 

Instead, she received a demand from the boy crouched above her to start 
sucking him off. Janet tried to concentrate on the cock she vacuumed into 
her mouth. The faster she got rid of him, the better she could enjoy the 
teasing of her pussy. 

It was a little disconcerting trying to suck the kid off while Frankie 
played with her twat. At some other time, it wouldn't be a problem! This 
time, it was different! 

The hand on her cunt was making her snatch ache with passionate longings. 
Janet managed to induce the orgasmic ejaculation of the orally imbedded 
prick. The boy stood up. She was now free to devote her attention to the 
rapturous emanations that flowed from her tantalized quim. 

Frankie stopped toying with her and shoved his cock back into her sweating 
coosy. She groaned in ecstatic bliss at the erogenous contact. 

"Ohhhmmmm!" She rolled her tongue over her lips to heighten the voluptuous 
taste of the cock that quivered inside of her twat. 

The rhythmic pistoning began. His prick moved in and out. His penile 
mobility was unhurried as it probed salaciously in her throbbing hole. 

This kid knew what that thing between his legs was for and how to use it! 
Shooting his load earlier gave him staying power now! 

As his plummeting shaft descended into her cuntal cavern, he grounded his 
hips. This created a frictioning contact that stirred up intense sensual 
vibrations. In response to his slowly gyrating crotch, Janet answered him 
with sensuous twists of her pelvis. 

She looked up to see his grinning face peering down at her. His eyes 
appeared to be taunting her. "You're good!" she told him, hoping her 
compliment would inspire him further. 

A ripple of tantalizing pleasure rolled along the walls of her vagina. She 
was in the throes of erotic delight. The ripples widened, spreading upward 
through her stomach. Frankie's cock was eliciting strong erotic vibrations 
inside of her. 

"Ooooo! That's the way, baby!" she crooned in a husky voice. "Fuck me, fuck 
me! Harder and faster!" she urged. 

His cadence increased. His pelvis struck her hips as he moved his prick into 
her fermenting snatch with quicker strokes. Inside her venereal labyrinth, 
Janet felt the incandescent glow increasing. 

Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated her respiration. 
Fucking with these kids had turned her on! The grunts quivered from her 
lips. "Uhhrrr, Uhhrrr!" Her voice rose in excited approval. "Ooooo! That's 
it, that's it! Keep pumping harder and faster! I'm gonna come! Hurry, hurry! 
Shoot your load with me!" she urged. 

He started to grunt from the exertion of frenzied thrusts. His prick was 
like a rocker arm pistoning rapidly into a housing box. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced. "Mmmmm! That's it, that's it! Uhh! 
Uhh!Ahhrrggg!" The last sound from her throat was a growl of ecstatic bliss. 

A forceful spray of male come mixed with the deluge that foamed in Janet's 
cunt. The hard short bursts of jism struck the sensitive walls of her 
snatch. She felt the staccato throbbing in her cunt as convulsions of sexual 
pleasure shook her body. 

He lay on top of her in triumphant exhaustion. His body was heavy. She 
didn't mind the weight. Every nerve in her tingled. She savored the 
exquisite piquant thrills of her multiple orgasms. 

Frankie withdrew his shrinking prong. The stub of his withered cock 
glistened with a mixture of their mutual come. 

It wasn't the best fuck she ever had but Janet considered it one of the most 
exciting. Having a good fuck was a state of mind! The right person, the 
right mood, the right place were the ingredients necessary for a good piece! 
Frankie and his group helped to bring this situation about! 

The rest of Frankie's frat brothers were anticlimactic. There were still the 
pledgees! They hadn't had their opportunity to enjoy her sexual wares! 

Janet had an inspired thought. She'd take on the remaining five boys, all at 
the same time! Just contemplating the venture excited her. The remaining 
audience of spent studs would also get an erotic charge from the scene. 

"Tell you what I'm going to do!" Janet declared. "I'm going to take the five 
of you on at the same time! How does that grab you?" 

"Hey! This we gotta see!" Frankie excliamed. "Let's see you do it!" 

She saw their enthusiastic reaction to her offer. Lying down on the floor, 
Janet raised her legs. She directed one of the boys to plug her asshole. His 
prick pushed past the elastic sepia lips. He held her legs while the second 
youth faced him and stuffed his cock into her cunt. 

Janet wriggled her hips in salacious acceptance of the dual insertion. She 
loved the fit of their young dicks. The third member of the quintet was 
Alan. He squatted over her face. His hot eager cock ready to be devoured! 

The last two members knelt at her sides. She reached out, curling her 
fingers about their hardons. 

"We're all set!" she declared. "Start fucking!" 

The penile plugs in her twin holes started to pump in lascivious thrusts. 
Janet understood their eagerness. She envisioned the sensation they were 
experiencing. Their sensitive pricks abraded by the erogenous velvetness of 
her rectal and cuntal linings. Thinking about it made her vaginal wall 
sweat. 

Her talented mouth absorbed Alan's entire cock. She rolled her tongue, 
wrapping the warm moist spatula about the imprisoned dick. His prick was 
teased by the tantalizing brush strokes of her skilled tongue. 

Janet's palms caught the heat of the stiff flesh held captive in her hands. 
Their carnal fever penetrated her hands and fed the fires of passion burning 
inside of her. Her fingers stroked their cocks in a rapid firm massage. She 
closed her eyes to add to the erotic intoxication that filled her senses. 

The cocks in her hands pumped in tandem with her strokes. Her cunt and 
asshole caught the frenzied friction of pistoning pricks. Alan began to fuck 
Janet's mouth with an increased cadence. 

This was it! Soon her five squires would be rewarding her with their 
orgasmic tributes! 

Their erotic rapture was contagious. She caught the voluptuous excitement 
churning in their loins. Her pussy was having a lascivious fit as the 
orgasmic throbbings increased. A plunger was pushed! Five climactic 
detonations went off almost simultaneously. 

Janet caught the pulsating contractions in her hands. Jism squirted out, 
splattering against her neck and face. Seconds later, the prick in her ass 
released its hot load, followed by a heavy discharge of molten jism in her 
twat. Alan shot his wad last, flooding her throat with his orgasmic 
ambrosia. 

Strong contractions pushed out her contribution of love juices. It was heavy 
and thick. A muffled murmur of ecstatic rapture filtered past the imprisoned 
cock. "Mmmmm!" 

She released her hold on the two cocks in her hand. Alan withdrew his prick 
past her compressed lips. The last two members reluctantly uncoupled their 
dicks from the twin holes. 

Janet lowered her legs and stretched in salacious satisfaction. "Ahhrrr!" 
she groaned in sensual gratification. 

"Boy! That was fantastic!" Frankie exclaimed. "You gotta do that again with 
the rest of us!" 

She smiled. "Give me about.ten minutes to unloosen the muscles in my legs. 
You'll all get a crack at me!" Janet laughed at her little joke. This was 
the best session she had as a hooker. 

 Chapter Nine 

The session at the frat house turned into an overnight affair. Janet left 
the following morning with the promise her services would be used again 
soon. Balling with these younger men had been exciting and fun. 

It was 9:30 by the time she returned to Harvey's apartment. He was still 
asleep. Janet took advantage by lying down for a quick nap. The boys had 
kept her awake most of the night. 

She was roughly awakened by Harvey at eleven. 

"Sleep on your own time, not mine!" he snapped. "Get dressed! I need you for 
a special job." 

She showered and dressed, hurrying to avoid Harvey's anger if she delayed. 
She managed to squeeze in a quick cup of coffee. Fifteen minutes later, they 
were in Harvey's silver Continental driving through the Lincoln Tunnel into 
New Jersey. It took them about an hour to reach an impressive suburban home 
in Short Hills. 

Looking over the group, Janet guessed it was some kind of a pimp's 
convention. There were six other men, black and white, with one of their 
women. All of the girls were made to strip. From the conversation, she 
guessed it was going to be some kind of a contest. Thousands of dollars were 
being bet on the outcome. 

The seven girls were herded into a converted gymnasium. Fourteen strands of 
rope dangled down. At End of each rope was a nipple ring. Their arms were 
tied across their chests underneath their tits. The rings were fastened to 
the nipples. Curved twin dildos were stuffed into their cunts and assholes. 
They had to stand on their toes to relieve the strain on the sensitive 
nodes. 

Each of the pimps picked up a cat-o'-nine tails. They shifted positions so 
that no pimp flogged his own girl. 

The vibrators were turned on and the pimps began to flog the girls. 

Janet's cunt reacted to the lascivious pulsations of the vibrator's initial 
throbs. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the first blow to be 
delivered on her back. 

SHWAPP! the lashes whistled through the air and struck her across her croup. 
She squeezed her eyes in a tight shutter. The first blows of any beating 
were always the worst. 

The vibrating dongs in her holes were filling the confined erogenous spaces 
with voluptuous throbs. She welcomed the tantalizing vibrations. It helped 
to counteract the excruciating pain from the lashes. 

SHWAPP! SHWAPP! Two quick blows slashed across her tender flesh. One cut 
across her buttocks, the second blow caught her across the small of her 
back. Janet fought to keep her body from flinching too much. The nipple 
rings were digging into the sensitive tips. Any excessive move created 
extreme pain. 

She glanced to her left to see how that girl was faring. The girl's face was 
twisted in agony. Her body was swaying slightly and the rings were pulling 
on the nipples. 

Janet knew that limited movement would reduce the pressure on her nipples. 
She tried to keep her extended frame from swaying too much. 

One of the girls screamed out in agony. "My tits, my ts!" she shrieked. 
"Stop, stop! They're going to rip off!" Her cry rose to an hysterical shout. 

"One down, six to go!" a pimp declared. 

SHWAPP! SHWAPP! Janet's back felt the sting of two sharp lashes. She pressed 
her nails into her back to take her mind off the pain. Her teeth dug into 
her lower lip to increase her distraction from the severe whipping. 

The vibrations grew stronger in her holes. Thousands of prickling 
needle-like sensations pierced the erogenous muscles. The feeling filtered 
through her flesh, radiating through her body. Her buttocks felt as though 
it had fallen asleep. A cutting blow from the lashes helped to wake her ass 
up. 

Two more girls screamed out their surrender. Janet was determined to beat 
out the remaining three contenders. 

A groan of ecstatic anguish trickled from her lips. "Ohhmmmm!" Her venereal 
entrails were rocked with two quick orgasms. The muscles in her calves were 
tightening up from the strain of standing on her toes. 

She was waiting for the moment when the excruciating pain would push her 
over the threshold into ecstatic oblivion. 

A warm sticky moisture coated her back. The cruel lashing had opened her 
flesh. She was aware of an erogenous soggy sensation in her teat. Some of it 
managed to trickle past the phallic impaction. Janet felt the escaped come 
moving down her thighs in a slow dribble. 

The strain on her legs were too much. Janet relaxed for a moment and the 
rings pulled on her tit nipples. She endured the pain, biting her lip. The 
brief respite of relaxation helped her to absorb two more strokes from the 
nine tails. 

She resumed the position when two vicious strikes caught her on the 
asscheeks. Rising up on her toes, Janet continued to absorb the punishing 
whippings. 

Her vaginal and rectal sheaths were numb. The needle-like drilling had 
dulled all sensations. She had lost track of the orgasms she had. Only the 
tormenting slashes from the whip occupied her mind. 

Two more girls dropped out, screaming for their release. 

It became a challenge now to Janet. Would she be able to outlast her rival? 
She turned her head to look at her opponent. The girl's face was ashen. She 
gave Janet an apprehensive look. In that moment, Janet knew if she could 
hold out a little longer, she would win! 

All she needed was the transition from pain to ecstasy. "More, more" she 
shouted. "Beat me, beat me! Harder, harder!" she urged. 

Her exhortation had a twofold purpose. Her first reason was a psychological 
one. She wanted the other girl to think she could endure more pain. The 
second reason was to induce the ecstatic sensation of feeling pain. 

The remaining pimps urged the other two men to beat the girls harder. Janet 
trembled with rapture as the pain changed to a voluptuous thrill. More 
juices seeped through her cuntal walls as her loins exploded with 
exhilerating orgasms. Her senses were filled with erotic intoxication. 

She tried to restrain herself from writhing too much. The rings were pulling 
on her nipples. The sweet sensual repature that coursed through her tortured 
frame was heavenly. 

"I give up, I give up! No more, no more!" the other girl cried out. 

"I win, I win!" Harvey shouted triumphantly. 

The beating continued. Janet was oblivious to the pain. She savored her 
victory. The money she had won for Harvey was secondary. Her elation was in 
enduring more pain than the other girls. 

Harvey stopped the pimp from beating her. 

"I'll give you ten thousand and two of my girls for her," one of the pimps 
offered Harvey. 

"Are you kidding? This kid is a gold mine!" he replied. 

The plugs were removed from her two holes. When her nipples were freed from 
the rings, Janet resumed a normal stance. Her body was a mass of tingles. 

Her lower trunk and legs seemed to be void of any sensation. Janet's knees 
buckled and she fell down in a seated position. She had bitten her lips and 
she tasted her blood. The lip had swelled. 

With the ordeal over, Janet was acutely aware of excruciating pain. Every 
nerve fiber in her body cried out in agony. She made an effort to rise. No 
one offered to help her up. 

There was a shower-room off the gymnasium. She joined the other girls to 
wash up. This time there was no special ointment to take care of the 
bleeding welts. Janet knew she would bear the ugly strips on her back for 
the rest of life. 

"How the hell can you take such a beating?" one of the girls asked. "You 
must really dig that scene!" 

Janet shrugged. "You know what it's like hustling! If you don't make it, 
your man beats the shit out of you. Sometimes, it's worse than getting a 
beating from someone else! Eventually, you get used to it." 

Some of the other girls nodded. 

Janet adjusted the water to a tepid temperature. That didn't help much! The 
spray of the water aggravated the stinging pain of the open wounds. She 
jumped out of the shower, wincing and making little sounds of anguish. 

"I have a small jar of vaseline in my purse. I keep it handy for the guys 
that dig Greek style. For what it's worth, I can smear your back with it," a 
girl offered. Janet was grateful for the offer. 

The group dressed and returned to the room with the pimps. 

"Take off your clothes!" the pimp who owned the girl that lost to Janet, 
ordered. 

"But I just got dressed!" she replied with a hint of a whine in her voice. 

"I don't give a damn!" he snarled. His face was a dark scowl. 

The girl recognized the warning signs. Her clothing was shedded in record 
time. 

"Get down on your hands and knees!" he snapped. She assumed the position. 

"Okay! You can wet her down!" he announced to the other pimps. 

They unzipped their flies and peed on the girl's back. 

Janet saw the look of humiliation on the girl's face. She could appreciate 
the emotional reaction to this act. The girl emitted a low groan of pain. 
Her raw wounds were irritated by the acid in the urine. 

The other girls watched the degradation of one of their sisters in trade. 
Their faces mirrored their empathetic responses. 

The lashes were handed out to the pimps. Each of them took turns in beating 
the unfortunate girl. She screamed out, her voice a hysterical plea. 

"Please, please, Mickey! No more, no more! You're killing me! I won't be 
able to move or turn any tricks. Have a heart! You're killing me!" she 
screamed tearfully. 

"You no-good bitch!" he cursed. "I lost two thousand dollars on accounta ya! 
I'm gonna get my money's worth outta ya hide even if it kills ya!" 

This was a savage unwarranted attack. Janet knew the poor girl would be 
unable to take much more punishment. 

"For Chris's sake, Harvey! Stop it before he kills her," Janet pleaded. 

He turned angry eyes on her. "Mind your own fucken business!" he snarled. 
"It serves her right for losing. You could be there in her place! And if you 
don't shut up, I can arrange it for you!" 

She backed up, trying to withdraw and become less conspicuous. Trying to 
assert any rights would be a disaster. Janet had no wish to change places 
with the unfortunate victim. 

A woman came running into the room. Janet had never seen her before. "Cops!" 
the woman announced. "I locked the door! Hurry, hurry!" 

The merciless beating stopped at the announcement. For a brief moment, 
everyone was immobilized. 

"Is there a way out of here?" a black pimp asked. 

"Sure!" the owner of the house replied. "But they'll be looking for us to 
duck out. Look, we'll all go upstairs and sit down at the card table. The 
broads will wait down here. Peggy, here, will wait to make sure the coast is 
clear. Then you broads hit the road! You're on your own getting back to the 
city." 

Janet hurried to help the abused girl to her feet. She helped the tearful 
sobbing figure to dress. 

"Here!" Harvey handed Janet a stack of bills. "There's ten thousand dollars 
there. Don't lose a cent of it! I'll see you back at my place." 

Janet stuffed the bills into a purse. She was concerned with the tragic 
figure she helped to dress. 

The seven pimps went upstairs. Janet stood waiting. She was fearful they 
would be discovered. She had never been arrested. The thought of being 
arrested with Harvey's money in her purse frightened her. 

They couldn't hear any sounds from above. Apprehension shown on their faces. 
Peggy stepped outside of the house. She returned in a few seconds. 

"When you take off, scatter! Don't all stick together! You'll stick out like 
a sore thumb! Seven sorry looking broads!" Peggy said. 

"Stick with me!" Janet said to the suffering girl. 

She half dragged, half carried the girl. There was a large hedge in back of 
the house and Janet pulled her through it. "My name's Janet! What's yours?" 

"Ohhrrr!" The girl groaned. "Donna!" she gasped. "I don't think I can make 
it!" 

"Sure, you can, Donna!" she assured her. "There's a road over there. It has 
to lead to a house. We'll make it to a house and tell them you were hurt. 
Then we'll call for a cab and get the hell out of this place." 

Janet staggered, supporting the dragging body. They hurried to the road and 
found a house. A man answered the door. Hearing Janet's concocted story, he 
wanted to call the police. She insisted on calling a cab only. Reluctantly, 
he called the cab company. 

He helped Janet put Donna into the cab. Donna groaned in agony. Her tortured 
body made sitting in the cab difficult. 

"Hey! She ain't gonna get sick in the car or give birth, is she?" the cabbie 
asked anxiously. 

"Don't worry!" Janet answered. "She had a little accident." 

"You want me to drive ya to a hospital?" 

"No! Just take us to the New York side of the Lincoln Tunnel!" Janet 
ordered. 

"What? Are you kidding?" 

She pulled a hundred dollar bill from her purse and tore it in half. "When 
you drop us off in New York, you can have the other half." 

"For this kind of dough, I'd take you to the moon!" he answered. 

"Just get us to New York, huh? 

He accelerated and the car lurched forward. Donna emitted a series of 
agonized groans. 

"Hang tough, Donna!" Janet encouraged. "Once we get to the city, we'll take 
care of you." 

"Thanks, Janet! I appreciate what you're doing for me!" 

"It's the least I can do! After all, if I hadn't won, you wouldn't be in the 
situation you are in now!" Janet said. 

As the car sped towards New York, a crazy thought came to Janet. What could 
Harvey do to her if she ripped him off? She had ten thousand dollars of his 
money! That was more than enough for a stake! She could leave New York and 
go someplace else. She could even take Donna along with her! 

What the hell! A lot of hookers became madames and made a fortune! Why 
couldn't she? 

The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. 

After they visited a docor, she would broach the idea to Donna. As for going 
back to their apartments to pick up some personal things, the hell with 
that! They could always pick up new ones later. 

Janet smiled. She was looking forward to her new career. 

 Chapter Ten 

In New York, Janet took Donna to a medical building. The doctor asked a lot 
of questions. Janet gave him a contrived story about Donna's husband beating 
her. He treated Donna and gave her a prescription. 

After filling the prescription, Janet offered her plan to Donna. The offer 
was eagerly accepted. 

"What do wo do now?" Donna asked. 

"We grab a cab out to LaGuardia and grab the first plane out wherever it's 
going?" Janet replied. 

"I thought you wanted to go to Phoenix?" 

"If we can catch a direct flight, fine! Otherwise, we'll try for a 
connecting flight! 

At the airport, they were able to get a plane to Chicago. From there, a 
connecting flight brought them into Phoenix. Six hours after they boarded 
the plane in New York, they arrived in Arizona. 

They spent a week at a motel, luxuriating in the inactivity of casual 
living. The brief vacation gave both of them an opportunity to recuperate 
from the beatings they had absorbed. During their rest, Janet located an 
apartment. A month after their arrival, they were in business. 

Janet booked the rough trade business for herself. Donna offered to handle 
some of the trade but Janet refused. As their business increased in 
clientele, Janet added various erotic gadgets and equipment to her stock. 
She added a small library of sex manuals to their apartment. Janet was 
interested in devising new ways of satisfying their customers. 

In response to her request, Donna shaved off her cunt hairs. The naked sight 
of their pubes always elicited admiring remarks from the Johns. 

One of the hotels had a convention of salesmen. The two women had 
appointments with two salesmen sharing the same room. The men introduced 
themselves as Big Dick from Boston and Little Joe from Kokomo. 

"I hope that has nothing to do with your equipment," Janet jokingly laughed. 

Little Joe made a grab for her. "C'mere, honey! I'll show you how big my 
equipment is!" 

"I believe you!" Janet answered, politely pushing him away. "We're here to 
entertain you and for the money you just paid us, that's what we intend to 
do. Now, just take off your clothes and relax. The fun and games will come 
soon enough." 

She waited until they had stripped. They sat on the edge of a bed and waited 
for her to start something. 

Janet had rehearsed a new routine with Donna. Donna remained standing, 
motionless. Janet unbuttoned Donna's blouse and removed it. She stepped in 
back of Donna, unhooking her bra and slowly peeled it away from the encased 
tits. 

Slipping her hands from behind Donna's back, she cupped the large pointed 
tits. As she fondled the succulent boobs, Janet said in a sultry voice, 
"Look at these lovely tits! Oh, how beautiful they are to hold and to suck 
on! Soon, they will be yours to do with as you please!" 

Her fingers slid down to the roseate tips and softly squeezed the areolae to 
make the tips more prominent. She brought her hands down to the waistband of 
Donna's slacks and unfastened them. 

The pants dropped down around her ankles and Donna stepped out of them, 
revealing a black laced bikini panty. Janet slipped them off, exhibiting the 
shaved pussy. 

"Feast your eyes on this lovely cunt!" Janet declared. "Or if you would 
rather feast on it, it's there for your pleasure. You can fuck it or suck 
it! Either way, it will give you a thrilling moment!" 

Her fingers caught the puffy lips and parted Donna's cunt. "There it is! 
Have you ever seen such a luscious sight? It's there for your pleasure! Put 
your cock into it, frig it with a finger, or swab her hole with your 
tongue!" 

Donna thrusted her hips forward in a provocative gesture and squirmed in a 
sensuous wriggle. Janet released her hold and Donna turned around, showing 
off her soft rounded ass. She bent over and exhibited her buttocks to them. 

Janet clutched the asscheeks, separating them to display the sepia crinkled 
hole hidden between them. 

"Would you like something different for a change? Here is a new whole 
concept, if you will pardon the pun! Imagine a hole, tight as a virgin's 
cunt, that can bring you a thrill you never would believe! Here it is! 
Waiting to serve your wildest dreams!" 

Donna rotated her ass in a sinuous grind. Janet looked at the prominent 
hardons protruding from the crotches of their audience. "Be patient a little 
while longer!" she said. "It's my turn to show you what you're going to 
get!" 

Janet removed her clothing, using the same teasing strip. She rubbed her 
hands over her body in a slow sensual caress. Her lips puckered into a kiss 
and she emitted a prolonged kissing sound. 

She captured her tits and squeezed the firm ripe balls of flesh. "Ooooo!" 
she cooed in ecstatic rapture. 

"Wait until you feel these lovely boobs! And how about this?" 

Janet's hands slid down her body and caught the thick cuntal lips. She 
pulled the lips apart, exposing the pink-red interior. Pushing her hips 
forward, she undulated her pelvis in an obscene grind. 

"Here's something to whet your appetites! A moist juicy pussy! Imagine your 
cocks swimming inside or your tongues nibbling away at it! This is something 
you should like!" 

She turned her back to them and showed them her ass. Bending over, she 
pulled the buttocks apart. Janet inserted a finger into the puckered 
sphincter. "Oooooo!" she murmured in a low lascivious squeal. "Wouldn't you 
love to have your hard dick pumping away here?" 

Starightening up, she smiled at them. "Name your brand! We're here to 
please!" 

Big Dick j umped up and reached for Janet. Little Joe invited Donna to join 
him on the bed. Donna got on her hands and knees. Little Joe took her from 
behind, stuffing her inviting rectum with his ample cock. 

"Suck me off!" Big Dick ordered. "I'll get to your other goodies later!" 

Janet knelt down in front of him. She gazed at his long thick cock, poised 
and waiting, a challenge for her skilled mouth. She curled her fingers about 
the hot stiff flesh, feeling the strength and fire emanating from it. It was 
a good-sized hard cock. A palm cradled the heavy agates suspended behind the 
formidable prick. 

Her mouth opened in a small O. She closed her lips over the bullet-nosed 
tip. Janet's cheeks collapsed as she vacuumed in his cock in a slow pull. 
The dusty pink corona vanished between her compressed lips. In a gradual 
suction, she absorbed half of his shaft. 

She rode her compressed lips up and down over his shaft. Her moist warm lips 
were like the erotic labia of a cunt. Big Dick's cock was laved with a thick 
coat of her saliva. 

Janet's sheathed teeth kneaded the raw incalescent cock. Her jaws worked 
over the absorbed portion of his prick while her tongue lavished licentious 
licks along the shaft. The flattened blade of her tongue pressed the 
sensitive underside of his shaft. 

"Oh, you cocksucker!" he exclaimed in erotic approval. "Eat me good, baby! 
Ohhh! That's the way! Blow out my pipes! That's the way to eat it!" 

Her mouth attacked his rock hard dick with renewed enthusiasm. Janet's 
tongue rolled and twisted around the absorbed prong with swirling licks. She 
continued to fondle and caress his balls in a gentle massage Janet nibbled 
on his cock, drawing the rest of his shaft into her oral prison. She was 
proud of her feat, absorbing his large cock without gagging. 

The teasing licks of her tongue continued to titillate his sensitive 
erogenous member. Big Dick remained stationary during the early oral 
manipulations. From time to time, he offered approving comments on her 
efforts. As the tantalizing oral caresses increased his lust, he rocked from 
side to side. The rocking motion changed to measured penile thrusts. He 
started to fuck her mouth in tandem with her oral movements. 

His prick pistoned in and out of her lips in frenzied strokes. The balls in 
her palm twitched. Warned of his oncoming climax, Janet grabbed the base of 
his prick to keep from being stabbed in the tonsils. 

She aligned her throat and mouth with his cock in ingest his come without 
any effort. 

A thick stream of hot jism flooded Janet's throat. She caught the copious 
spending without trouble. Her compressed lips against the shaft caught the 
throbbing pulsations of his penile convulsions. She kept ingesting the 
glutinous come until it stopped. His hard prick lost its rigidity. 

Janet milked out the remaining come with her lips. Opening her mouth, she 
released her oral grip on the detumescent cock. His prick slipped from her 
mouth in forlorn departure. A thin white strand of come and spittle was 
attached to his cockhead. She rubbed a finger across her lips and broke the 
connection. 

"You're one of the few women I've had that have been able to eat my whole 
cock!" Big Dick said. "You've got talent, baby!" 

"I hope you'll remember that when it's time to tip!" Janet smiled. 

Her eyes shifted to the coupled figures on the bed. Little Joe's turgid 
piece of flesh was grinding inside the pliant confines of Donna's asshole. 
Donna shifted her ass in a sinuous twist, adding to the abrasive friction of 
her rectal muscles on his prick. 

He pumped his hips faster, lending more impetus to his strokes. Donna caught 
the tempo of his movements. She rocked her ass in frantic coital thrusts. 
His cock moved faster and harder. The pistoning shaft was rammed into her 
tight hole with stronger thrusts. His battering prick shuttled in and out at 
an accelerated pace. 

Janet watched his balls flailing at the insides of Donna's thighs. His hips 
bumped into her fleshy buttocks with each forceful thrust. Janet listened to 
his heavy grunting from his exerted efforts. The couples bodies shuttled 
back and forth in frenzied action. 

Janet moved to the rocking bodies. She pressed a finger into Little Joe's 
asshole. "Here, let me help you!" she offered. Her inserted finger frigged 
the tight asshole. 

His hips jerked in a reflex action at the unfamiliar invasion. Janet moved 
her finger along the soft resilient rectal muscles. He responded to the 
lascivious massage. 

He fucked Donna's ass harder and faster. Little Joe made one last shove, 
burying his shaft to the hilt in her rectal sheath. His trembling body 
became rigid as the first burst of come geysered from his spewing cock. 

Janet's imbedded finger caught the orgasmic paroxysms. She felt the bolts of 
liquid lightning discharging into Donna's ass in the tip of her finger. The 
forceful emissions grew weaker. Janet removed her finger. 

"Man! That was some wild fuck!" Little Joe exclaimed. "That finger up my 
asshole was something!" 

"Glad you liked it!" Janet replied. "Listen! What you need right now is a 
nice refreshing shower. How about you and I sharing one?" 

"Why not?" he asnwered. "I'll bet it's nothing like I ever had before!" 

Donna moved over to Big Dick. "Don't worry, honey! You'll get your shower 
with me!" She reached out to tease his dormant cock. 

Janet brought Little Joe into the bathroom. They stepped into the tub. She 
closed the partition door and adjusted the water. She turned the shower 
head, letting the water spray over his front and back. He was covered with a 
film of water. Satisfied he was good and wet, Janet ordered him to turn his 
back to her. 

Soaping a washcloth, she proceeded to soap his back. His back and shoulders 
were covered with a thick coating of soapy suds. The washcloth swept along 
his back towards his croup. Janet passed over the rounded slopes of his 
buttocks in a casual caress. Using brisk strokes, she soaped his thighs and 
calves. 

As she moved along one thigh, she brought the washcloth to his balls. The 
fleshy sac received a coating of suds. Janet left a trail of soap along his 
perineum. Her cloth filled hand filled his ass crack. She lathered the tight 
puckered hole hidden between his buttocks. The sphincter was snowy white 
now. 

He jerked his hips as the rough cloth scraped his asshole. His buttocks 
twitched and closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed. 

She splashed water over his back to remove the soapy scum. "Turn around!" 
she ordered. "The best is yet to come!" 

Little Joe swung around to face her in eager expectation. Janet applied more 
soap to the cloth. She lathered his chest and stomach with perfunctory 
swipes of the cloth. She passed over his thighs and calves with the same 
hurried sweeps. The cloth returned to his abdomen. His hairy bush was 
saturated with the soap. 

Janet's hand dropped on top of the slightly curved dork protruding from the 
center of the bush. The cloth scraped along the stiffened cock, leaving a 
wake of suds. Her fingers moved around the shaft below the crown. Exerting 
gentle pressure, she squeezed his prick. The chiseled cockhead seemed to 
swell in size. Janet studied the shape of his bloated tip. 

She released her hold on his cock and knelt in a crouch in front of him. 
Cupping his balls, she lathered the fleshy sac. Her eyes rested on his 
prick, covered with a heavy coating of lather. Patches of pink flesh peeked 
out through the heavy clouds of white suds. Janet gripped his prick with her 
hand and began to jerk him off. 

"Ohhhrrrr!" Barry moaned in sensual arousal. 

"That feels good!" 

His body collapsed in a partial slump. He remained standing with his knees 
in a slight bend. Little Joe reached out to clasp her shoulders for support. 
Janet watched his face. His eyes were closed in blissful surrender to the 
erogenous stimulation. He bucked his pelvis in penile thrusts, matching the 
rhythm of her pumping fist. 

"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's the way to go! Keep pumping, baby! 
Just... a... little.. . bit... more!" Each word was an effort as he strained 
to reach a climax. 

"Now, now! Here ... it ... commmeesss!" he announced. He rocked his hips in 
frantic pistoning thrusts. His cock was fucking her fist in violent 
agitation. 

At his warning, Janet shifted her position. The first salvo from his firing 
piece passed in an arc over her shoulder. Another trajectory of the viscous 
fluid passed about a foot to her left. The force and frequency of his 
outpourings diminished. His rigid prick grew flaccid in her hand. She 
watched his hardon wither. 

Clamping her fingers about the shaft, she milked his cock down. The last 
vestiges of his come appeared as a large drop. It oozed out of his peehole. 
She wiped the washcloth across the crown, removing the final traces of his 
orgasm. 

She tilted the shower head and the suds trickled off in multiple rivulets. 
The spray was centered on his shrunken piece. With deliberate intent, she 
turned the water to cold. He jumped as the icy force struck his prick and 
balls. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Cut it out!" 

"That ought to cool you off!" she answered with a mischievous laugh. "But 
we'll get you hot again when you wash me down!" 

She tossed the washcloth to him. They changed positions and she turned her 
back to him. Little Joe repeated her routine. He passed across her shoulders 
and back. A quick brush of the cloth against the back of her legs satisfied 
the ablution of that part. His cloth covered hand swept over the fleshy 
hillocks of her rump. 

Janet had discovered all the men enjoyed this ritual. She and Donna 
incorporated the routine for any John paying fifty dollars or more. Janet 
enjoyed it as well. It was a relaxing act and offered an exciting change to 
the standard sex acts. 

A voluptuous snowball seemed to roll down her spine. A chilling sensation 
gathered momentum as it plunged down her spine and bumped into her twat. 
This was one of the few occasions an erotic stimulation turned her on. 

Little Joe shoved his hand between her thighs. Her cuntal slit was given a 
perfunctory swipe. He concentrated on the depression between her asscheeks. 

Janet felt the rough cloth scrape the sepia puckered hole. The friction 
evoked a response in her other hole. Her libidinous inclinations were being 
gratified by the lascivious laving. The washing of her back was abrupt. 
After the brief lathering, he turned the spray on to her back. Without 
waiting for any comment from him, Janet turned around. 

She waited for him to concentrate his lustful attention on her front. He 
started out by soaping up her cherry-tipped gourds. He paid special 
attention to each rounded globe, squeezing, rubbing, and fondling each boob. 
Each ruby disk was polished with care as he rubbed the coarse washcloth over 
the areola. Her nipples tingled from the friction. 

Janet tilted her head back as the soapy cloth slid over her rib cage and 
along the slight swell of her stomach. The cloth made a brief stop over her 
shaven pudenda. It continued over her soft flared hips. 

Little Joe lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and 
shins. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the 
slit of her pussy. Janet groaned in pleasurable delight as the cloth passed 
along the cuntal crack to her ass. 

She was enjoying this erotic interlude. The cloth filled hand swept back to 
the puffy lips of her twat. Her pussy purred as Little Joe scraped along the 
sensitive membranes of her vulva. She emitted ecstatic mewing sounds as the 
friction stirred new passions in her. He centered his attention on her 
clitoris. The exquisite piquancy of the contact filled her with rapturous 
delight. 

"Ohhhrrrr!" she groaned in licentious approval. "That feels so good!" Her 
tongue flicked out and caressed her lilps. She could taste the keen flavor 
of the carnal excitement filling her pores. 

"Keep it up, Little Joe! Mmmmmhmmmmm! Oh, that's gooood! Keep rubbing! 
Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted him. "Just... a ... little ... 
bit ... more!" Her words came out in choppy bursts. 

He scraped the sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. He 
circled her waist, holding her upright with one hand. His other hand 
continued to rub her clitty with hard rapid strokes. 

Janet's tits jiggled in an erratic dance as she wriggled in response to his 
sensual massage. Her pelvis rocked in violent coital movements. 

"I'm... coming!" she announced, her voice rising in an excited pitch. 
"Here... I... come!... Quick! Frig me! Hurry, hurry!" she urged in a gasping 
agitated voice. 

Part of this was an act. The orgasm churning in her venereal bowels was 
real. 

He jammed two fingers into the throat of her pussy. The digital phallus 
sawed back and forth in hurried thrusts. Her body was a frantic mass of 
quivering flesh. She did a wild frenzied dance of writhing and senuous 
undulations. 

"Mmmmm!" she murmured appreciatively. "After we dry ourselves, you have to 
fuck me! Oh, you really turned me on! A lot of guys think us hookers don't 
respond! Every once in awhile we get hot nuts like a bitch in heat! That's 
how I feel right now!" 

"I've had a lot of prosties in my time but you two broads are the best, 
pound for pound," Little Joe said. 

A loud banging on the bathroom door interrupted him. "Hey! Hurry up in 
there!" Big Dick demanded. "It's my turn for fun!" 

Janet and Little Joe stepped out of the bathroom. "How was it?" Big Dick 
asked. 

"Great!" Little Joe replied. "This is something you can get the little woman 
to go along with. She may not dig some of your other action but this is safe 
and sexy!" 

Janet watched the other couple hurry into the shower. 

"You've got one of the best routines I've ever seen," Little Joe told Janet. 
"I'm gonna enjoy having you two for the rest of the night. But I'd like to 
share you two with a few of my friends. Is it okay if I invite a couple of 
them up here?" 

Janet shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Sure, why not? As long as they pay 
for it!" 

"That's no sweat! Think you can handle two more guys?" 

"Why not make it four? Donna and I can take on three men at a time!" Janet 
boasted. 

"Three at a time?" There was surprised disbelief in his voice. 

"Sure! What do you think? It only happens in story books?" Janet said. 
"Picture this! One guy puts his hot dick up my ass while the second one is 
plugging my cunt! And while they're humping away, enjoying the tight holes, 
my talented mouth is eating the third cock, sucking out the lovely juicy 
come." 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Look at this!" He grasped his prick and waved it at 
her. "You got me hard again!" 

"Well, let's not let it go to waste!" she invited. Reaching out, she cradled 
his hard shaft and caressed it with lambent strokes. "How do you want it 
this time?" 

He pulled away from her. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Don't you want 
some action?" 

"You bet! But I want to call my buddies before I get too involved and forget 
about it. They'd never forgive me if I didn't get them up here. You did say 
to invite four, didn't you?" 

She smiled. "And just so you don't forget about me, while you're making your 
call, I'll keep your peter warm and ready!" 

He was seated on the bed, holding the phone. She knelt between his legs and 
stuffed his cock into her mouth. 

Janet made a mental note to send a donation to the policemen's fund of Short 
Hills, New Jersey. If they hadn't pulled that raid, she wouldn't be in 
Phoenix now. That was something to be grateful for and she wanted to show 
her appreciation. 


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