Cheryl's Heat: Part 1-Teenage and Single Years

Cheryl's Heat: Part 1 - Teenage and Single Years
by Chris and RLM

This story was written by Chris and RLM. The factual details of the story, much of the writing, and photos of Cheryl were provided by Chris. RLM simply put the narrative together into a story with some literary license to increase the excitement and eroticism. The illustrative photos whose captions are labeled with an asterisk (*) are actual photos of Cheryl. Enjoy, RLM

MARK:

The party we had been planning for weeks had been in progress for over two hours, and I was becoming increasingly wet and excited. On an irresistible impulse caused by an online chat session, I had sent Mark an invitation. When I sent it, I really didn't expect him to be able to attend due to distance, but he had to be in our area and had accepted.

After greeting some old friends, he had taken a seat directly opposite mine where he had remained for the last hour, never once taking his eyes off of me. My panties had long since been soaked... so much so that that the garment was now useless for absorbing any more of my cuntal secretions. They were already totally saturated. Having soaked through my panties, my juices were now coating my inner thighs so that every time I moved, it felt like they were covered with a lubricating oil. I knew that I should go to my bedroom upstairs, wash myself, and change my panties, but I was too hot... too excited to do that. Mark might leave.

I wondered if my secretions had already soaked through the back of my dress. "God... if that had happened, when I stood up every man in the room would know I was in heat and most of the women as well. They might already know it. I could smell the musky aroma of my cunt... easily. I knew the olfactory sense weakens very quickly... but even after an hour, I could still smell the heady aroma of my overheated pussy. Any man approaching me would detect my excitement six feet away or more.

Every time Mark looked at me, it got worse. His eyes were boring into my thighs... almost as if he could force my legs apart by the sheer will of his intense stare. He licked his lips.... AAAaaaa god, I felt my cunt contract at the sight causing another gush of fluids to pour from my excited hole.

Where was my husband? I needed Chris to come rescue me from myself. But I knew he was outside preparing more hamburgers, hot dogs, and shrimp on the grill. He was outside slaving away to feed everyone at the party while his slutty wife was exhibiting herself for Mark, my former boyfriend who had fucked me many times. I couldn't stop, and he knew it.

At first, he had just looked me over the way men always do, but as the party progressed, he grew bolder, his staring became more pointed until now he was leaning forward in his seat directly across from me with his eyes boring into the darkness at the top of my short skirt. He wanted to see my panties... my cunt... I knew it... and he knew I knew it. My pussy gushed again. I also knew that he wanted more than just to see my cunt... he wanted to fuck it again. That thought was making my clit throb and my vagina open and close in slow, intense spasms.

The problem was I wanted to let him see my panties... my cunt... everything. At first, my skirt was only a few inches above my knees, which I kept pressed together in a proper fashion. That was an hour ago. After 30 minutes under Mark's frank and lustful stare, my skirt was 8 or 9 inches above my knees which were slightly parted. Now... after a full hour... I was taking every opportunity to open my legs at least momentarily to let him see more. He had had a dozen views of my soaked panties. They were pink... very thin... and soaked as they were, I knew he could probably see my cunt through them. A series of intense spasms rippled through my vagina at that thought.

I needed Chris. If this continued for another hour, I knew... Mark knew what was going to happen. I was going to be fucked! The thought raced through my sexually excited brain again... I was going to be fucked... Mark was going to fuck me. And I was going to cum over and over on his cock and tongue. I couldn't get my erotic, sensuous thoughts out of my head. I could feel the secretions bubbling from my hole now.

Again, I looked over at Mark. His dark, sexy eyes were now locked on my 36DD tits. He had always loved my tits and had spent countless hours squeezing and sucking them. He knew how much that turned me on. My huge tits have always been the first thing men notice about me. They're not only big, they're firm and they're natural. When I'm excited, like I am at the moment, my nipples become hard and erect, sticking out almost three-quarters of an inch. When I'm wearing a tight blouse or sweater, my hard nipples send out alerts to every man in the area that I'm hot, wet, and ready. That was signal Mark was getting from them right now.

Almost without any conscious thought, I pulled my shoulders back forcing my tits up and out... directly at Mark. He licked his lips, and when he saw my eyes on him, his hand moved to his hard erection and stroked it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his throbbing bulge. As I stared at it, I realized that I was much more than just wet now; I felt like I was about to have an orgasm. Without even realizing it, I had spread my legs wide open so he could see every thing. If he came over and just touched my cunt, I knew I would cum.

When Mark stood up and walked toward me, I knew I should get up and leave, but my pussy was pulsing so hard, I couldn't will my legs to move. Walking behind the couch on which I was sitting, Mark leaned over me. His lips gently touched my neck causing my body to shudder.

"No one's looking, Cheryl. Show me your big tits. Pull the dress down so I can see them. You already have my cock hard. Make it harder. Show me your tits. Do it now!"

It was ridiculous. My husband might walk in at any time. Although everyone had gone into the dining room to get food, they could come back. It was ridiculous... but I knew I was going to do it. I wanted him to see my big tits! With a quick look to check to see if Chris or anyone else had come into the room, I saw that we were alone, at least for a moment. My hands were shaking as I pulled the bodice of my dress down below my tits. My cunt began to throb uncontrollably when Mark hefted them and pinched my nipple.

My 36DD tits popped out eager for his hands. When he squeezed my erect, engorged nipples, it was too much. My cunt exploded.

"Oh shit. They're even more beautiful than I remembered. I can't wait to get you naked. The upstairs guest bedroom... in thirty minutes... while everyone is eating and watching the game on TV. Be there. I'm going to fuck you."

Mark stood and watched me for a moment. Then, he walked casually away leaving me trembling in orgasm as I hastily pulled my dress up to cover my tits before my husband caught me. Looking at my watch, I realized that in 30 minutes I would be with my ex-boyfriend in the guest bedroom. In 31 minutes, he would have me naked. In 32, his big cock would be inside my cunt fucking me with the house filled with guests and my husband right downstairs. I wished he had said ten minutes. I didn’t know if I could wait 30 minutes.

As I waited, the time seemed to drag by. I was so hot, so turned on by Mark's flat statement that he was going to fuck me, I had another small orgasm while I waited for my lover to sink his cock into my cunt.

With nothing else to do except throb and simmer in my own juices, I thought back to how I had come to be such a hot, wild slut. I knew I was incredibly fortunate to have found a marvelous husband like Chris who not only understood my sexuality, he basked in it... absolutely loved it. Nevertheless, I wanted my sexy stud a little uncertain and excited. So like many women, I didn't always tell him every thing. Like what was going to happen a half hour from now. I might tell him... or I might not.

I looked at my watch and saw I still had 25 minutes to wait. I was so damn hot! In desperation, I pressed my thighs together to put some pressure on my excited clit. That was all it took. Another small orgasm raced through me. As my pussy pulsed, I was watching some of the men eating in the dining room. I wanted to tell them to get between my legs and eat me!

Virginity Lost:

I had lost my virginity on a hiking trip in the woods when I was 12. Hank was 13 and after we found a bubbling, fast running stream, which we had not seen before, we took off our shoes and went wading. While we played and laughed, I pushed Hank over and he fell into the stream. We were both laughing when he got up and pushed me the same way with the same result.

Our clothes were soaked, and Hank suggested that we take them off and let them dry in the sun while we continued to play in the stream. We did it, and when we waded back into the stream, both naked, I noticed that Hank couldn't take his eyes off my budding breasts or the hairless slit between my thighs. I was just as curious about his penis. As he looked at mine and I looked at his, he got hard.

It was so long ago, that I can't recall all the details. I know that I began playing with his cock. He asked me to stroke it and somehow, I managed to make him cum. That really shocked me and turned me on. I ended up lying on our clothes that he had spread out on the grass with Hank licking my pussy. I think he made me cum, but I'm not sure. Of course, he got hard again.

He was already between my legs licking me, and with me moaning about how good it felt, there was no way he wasn't going to fuck me. He moved forward, lifted my legs, and I very quickly lost my virginity. I do remember that it didn't hurt much... probably because Hank was so young and his cock so small. But he was big enough to bust me open... that I do remember.

Housekeeper:

My first real sexual experiences... the ones that turned me into a hot slut... I needed to make some money for clothes and things. I kept looking and finally saw an ad in the local paper for a part-time, once-a-week house cleaning job.

I called the number given, and an older man answered. When I inquired about the job, he told me that his name was Stuart Nogar and that he was a bachelor who needed someone to clean his apartment once a week. I said I was very interested, so he suggested that I come by that afternoon to discuss it.

When he opened the door to my ring that afternoon, I could see the shock on his face. He had expected a much older, married woman trying to make a little extra money. Instead, he was looking at a young girl who already had 32B tits, a nice round ass, long blonde hair (out of a bottle, but he didn't know that), and an eager smile.

"Hi, I'm Cheryl Lambert. I called you about the house cleaning job?"

It took Mr. Nogar at least 15 seconds to find his voice. "Well... yes. But I was expecting an older, married woman. You're pretty young. I don't know if I can or should hire you. Can you really do the job? If so, I would still need to check about child labor laws."

In spite of his protests, I could see his eyes were locked onto my tits and hips. "I'll do a really good job for you, Mr. Nogar. I promise. Please... just give me chance. Let me clean your apartment this afternoon for free and then you can decide if I'm worth hiring. Ok?"

Even as young as I was, it wasn't a problem to see that he really wanted to hire me... whether I could clean decently or not.

"Don't hire me... we'll just say, I'm doing you a favor. And you can leave some money lying around for me to "steal" or give me a gift every now and then. Ok?"

"That's both very clever and very devious. How old are you anyway?"

"Please give me chance. I promise you'll be very satisfied with me."

He pretended to think about it for several minutes, but I knew I had the job because I could see his cock getting hard from the bulge it was making in his pants.

"All right. Fair enough. I'll give you chance. You can clean the place this afternoon, but not for free. That's not fair. As you suggest, I may be careless and leave some money lying around. Agreed?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Nogar. Thank you. I really appreciate it. And you'll be able to see how much I appreciate it by the way I take care of every thing. Can I ask a couple of questions?"

"Why not? I asked some. Go ahead. What do you want to know?"

"How old are you, Mr. Nogar?"

"I'm 32. Is that a problem?"

"No Sir. Not at all. I was just curious. My other question is how much money do you think I might find lying around to steal each week?"

For the next two months, I arrived every Saturday morning at 9 AM and spent four to five hours cleaning Mr. Nogar's apartment, fixing him lunch, and doing his week's laundry. Fortunately, all his clothes were wash and wear so there was no ironing to do.

Each time I cleaned, I found increasing amounts of money somewhere which I "stole" as per our agreement. The first week, I found $20 lying on the coffee table. The second week, it was $25. By the end of two months, I was "finding" $40 to $50. So, Mr. Nogar was giving me the opportunity to "steal" $9 to $11 per hour that I worked, which I thought was fair considering that I not only cleaned his apartment, did the laundry, and fixed his lunch, I was also providing him with frequent shows of what I knew he wanted to see.

Starting at the first of my second month, I began to wear short skirts and lower-cut sweaters that didn't cover all of my tits. Whenever I did the laundry, I had to bend over to get the clothes out of the hamper. Naturally, I bent at the waist and took out only a quarter to a third of the clothes each time so I had to do it several times. Nogar was always close by watching when I did the laundry.

Dusting was something else he watched closely. To dust the bottom of the table and chair legs, I had to bend over or sometimes get down on all fours with my ass up, and my short skirt riding high enough that I knew he could see my panties. When I dusted the tops of the curtain rods and the cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling, I had to stand on a ladder. Nogar was always concerned that I might fall and he would be responsible... so he insisted that he stand at the bottom of the ladder to hold it steady and catch me if I fell. At least once before I finished dusting the ceiling, I would be standing on the ladder with one foot on one rung, the other on the next higher rung, and Nogar below me looking up between my spread legs. I did wear panties, of course, but sometimes they were white and almost transparent.

The longer I worked for him, the more I showed off my body. Finally, Nogar's cock was hard almost the entire time I was cleaning his apartment. The best part was that I found that it was turning me on every bit as much as it did him. When I left, my panties were always soaked, and ten minutes after I got home, I would be lying on my bed, panties off, legs spread, rubbing my clit like crazy. I usually had three of four orgasms thinking about what I had done.

At the start of the third month, Mr. Nogar handed me a gift-wrapped box and said, "Go in the bedroom, Cheryl, and open the box. If you don't like what's in it, just leave it there, and we'll say no more about it. If you do like it, it's yours and I would love to see you finish the cleaning while you're wearing it."

When I opened the box in the bedroom, I found a blue negligee outfit. The top was a see-through, combination halter with spaghetti straps and a garter belt. It covered my breasts but the nipples were easily seen through it. The bottom ended right above my belly button and had garters attached to hold up the thigh-high, blue mesh stockings. There was a matching transparent blue thong. The only other thing in the box was a pair of platform sandals with 5-inch heels and adorned with a purple flower.

I had never, ever worn such an outfit, but just looking at it in the box had my pussy gushing. I knew that I shouldn't... couldn't wear something like this in front of Mr. Nogar, but at the same time, I was so excited that I knew I was going to do it.

I put it on, and looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. "God," I thought. "I look like a whore." My pussy contracted hard at the thought causing my secretions to dampen the thong making it even more transparent.

When I came out wearing the outfit, Mr. Nogar got hard as stone instantly. He couldn't keep from squeezing his cock and moaning. "Oh my god... you look awesome in that outfit."

"Thank you. I can see that you really like it... a lot!" I grinned as I stared at the throbbing bulge in his pants.
"You're really hard, aren't you?"

"Oh god YES!"

"MMmmmmm... that turns me on to know that you get hard looking at me. Is this outfit mine to take with me?"

"Yes.. yes! It's yours. If you're nervous about your mother seeing it, you can leave it here and pick it up any time you want to wear it out on a date or something. Then when you come over on Saturday, you can put it on to do the cleaning."

"Oh good. I can't let Mom see me in something like this. Do you think I look like a hot whore?"

Mr. Nogar's body began to tremble... actually tremble. "You look like a dream!" he finally managed to say.

"A wet dream... right?" All he could do was groan.

I did the rest of the work wearing the blue outfit, and Mr. Nogar never took his eyes off of me. In the utility room, I found $100 on the washing machine for me to "steal". From time to time, I would look at Mr. Nogar. He was always staring at me, and a lot of the time, he was rubbing his cock through his pants. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to jack off.

When I finished, I walked into the den, sat on the couch opposite him, crossed my legs and said, "Well, I'm done for the day. Before I change back into my regular clothes, is there anything else you want?"

"Oooohh god... Oooohhh god!" he moaned, his hand moving over his engorged, throbbing cock.

"Mr. Nogar, you can take it out if you like. I don't mind. Really I don't. I've never seen a guy jack off and shoot before. Do it for me... Please."

Nogar had his cock out in a flash. He was rigid as stone. The head was swollen, pulsing... purple. His rod was cut, about six inches, and very thick. I was sure I couldn't have gotten my hand around it... although I had no intention of trying.

At first, he was hesitant. He just stared at my tits and nipples through the transparent top and slowly squeezed his organ. It seemed to get even bigger. He was moaning and my pussy was gushing. "Go ahead, Mr. Nogar. Jack it... make it shoot. I want to see it cum."

"Would you... I mean... would you... you know... please."

"You want me to uncross my legs and open them so you can see my pussy through this tiny transparent thong?"

"AAAaaaaahhhhh! YYEESSSSSSSS!" he gasped.

I did it and spread my legs wide open. He moved closer so he could see my pussy slit. His hand began to flash up and down the length of his shaft. I pulled my panties to one side ******** my pussy. Mr. Nogar gasped as his hand pumped his penis so fast his hand was a blur of motion. Using both hands, I spread my pussy wide open ******** my erect clitoris and the pink opening to my vagina.

He grunted. I wondered if it hurt he was grunting and moaning so hard and loud. Then he screamed, his prick jerked wildly and a huge stream of stuff shot out the end. I must have gone 5 feet before it fell to the carpet a couple of feet in front of me. Another huge gush followed, just a thick and powerful as the first. Before he finally collapsed into a chair, his chest heaving, and his semi-hard cock now jerking in uncontrolled spasms, at least 7 or 8 gushes of the stuff had shot out of his cock. I was amazed! I was also wet, and I was also about to cum. I had read about men cumming, but I never dreamed they shot out so much and so thick.

My clit and pussy throbbed as I watched Mr. Nogar jack off.
I had no idea men shot so much cum when they got off.

I ran into the bedroom, changed clothes, and ran out the front door. In fact, I ran all the way home and into my bedroom. I didn't bother to take off my clothes. I just yanked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and thrust two fingers deep into my overheated vagina. I came instantly, juices spurting. I continued to rub my clit until I had cum four more times.

The next Saturday, Mr. Nogar already had the blue outfit laying on the bed when I arrived. I changed into it immediately and spent four hours cleaning while he watched and jacked off. I saw him cum twice. He probably shot off more than that, but I didn't see it. This time there was another $100 on the dresser top.

When I was done with the cleaning, Nogar was waiting for me in the same chair he had used the previous Saturday when he had jacked off while I let him look at me. I took my seat on the couch in front of him and spread the same way I had the previous week.

Again he moaned as he jerked his throbbing rod. It wasn't enough for me. I had an uncontrollable urge to do more. On impulse, I raised my legs into the air and spread them wide apart. The position caused the thong to sink into my cunt slit.

"Ooohhh fucking shit!" Nogar howled. "Never ever seen anything like it!" His hand jacked his cock hard and fast.

Before he shot off, I pulled the crotch of my thong out of my slit, moved it to one side, and then held my legs high and wide with my hands. My cunt was completely *******. "Have you seen such a sexy pussy before, Mr. Nogar?"

When I let him see my cunt, his penis just exploded the cum all over every thing. He couldn't answer because his cock was shooting cum all over the carpet in huge, thick jets. Later, when I was leaving, I smiled and said, "You need to get someone to clean all that cum off the carpet, Mr. Nogar."

That afternoon, I masturbated in my room for two solid hours. I lost track of the number of times I came.

The following Saturday Mr. Nogar gave me a new gift box with a new sexy outfit in it. I think I squealed with delight as I opened the box and saw the hot outfit... white top, white thong, black, self-supporting, thigh-high stocking, and black pumps with rhinestones and 5-inch heels. My pussy was slowly contracting and juices seeping out and running down my thighs as I put it on. I thought I looked fantastic in the new outfit. I just loved it.

Mr. Nogar followed me the entire time I was cleaning... continuously stroking his iron-hard erection. He shot off twice... each time he warned me so I could watch. For the last two hours I worked, he continued to stroke his cock but didn't shoot. When I asked him why, he told that he wanted his final load to be huge.

On top of the TV, I found $150 to steal. While I was doing the laundry with Mr. Nogar watching me, I asked, "Is it alright with you, Mr. Nogar, If I take off my top. Washing clothes is awfully hot work." For some reason, I wasn't surprised when he gave me permission. I thought he would cum when I showed him my tits, but he managed to hold it.

To be truthful, I was really trying to make him cum in spite of his announced plan to save his big load until the end. But, he managed to hold it back. I thought about taking off my thong, but I wanted to save that for the end.

When I was finally finished, he was panting and wild to cum. He could hardly touch his cock with having it almost ejaculate. Once again, he sat in his chair and waited for my show. I was as anxious as he was.

When I lowered my thong, I stood sideways so he got a profile view of my tits and ass. I knew that wasn't what he wanted, so I took a seat on the couch with my legs together and asked, "Do you want to see my cunt, Mr. Nogar? I know you want to see my cunt, Mr. Nogar. Be patient. I'm gonna show it to you... oh how I'm gonna show it to you!"

The instant I said "cunt", he moaned, pressed his thighs together and doubled over in an effort to suppress his rising orgasm. I was surprised when he managed to hold it back.

"I'm pretty sure that means 'yes'." Leaning back on the couch, I spread my legs wide open. My thong was still around one of my thighs, and I was sure he wasn't going to able to hold it. But now I didn't want him to cum. I was about to cum from letting him see my cunt. But I didn't want him to shoot on the carpet again. I wanted his cum all over me.

"Don't cum yet, Mr. Nogar. Please."

"Oh god... I can't wait much longer. Please... let me shoot it."

"I want you to shoot it, Mr. Nogar, but not on the floor like you usually do." I turned onto all fours, thrust one leg wide to the side while supporting myself on my other knee. I arched my ass high in the air and reached back between my gaping thighs and spread my cunt open with my fingers. Arching my ass and opening my cunt, I invited Mr. Nogar to cum all over me.

"Come over here, Mr. Nogar. Come over here and shoot it! SHOOT IT ALL OVER MY ASS! DRENCH ME, MR. NOGAR!"

It wasn't necessary to ask him again. Stepping close, his cock just exploded. Huge streams of cum splattered all over my butt, covering both ass cheeks and my crack. It ran down and into my cunt slit before forming long cum ropes that eventually broke and fell on the couch. As he shot his load, my fingers strummed my clitoris. When his third stream pumped over me, my cunt convulsed in an intense orgasm. The hardest I had ever experienced in my life. I came again just after he had finished ejaculating all over me.

I knew what was coming the following Saturday. I prepared for it by going to the women's clinic on Monday. On Tuesday, I began taking birth control pills.

When Saturday came, Mr. Nogar had a new white outfit for me with white top, thong, hose, and heels. Inside the box there was $200 for me to steal. As soon as I had removed my street clothes and put on the slut wear, he came in and stretched out on the bed in just his shorts.

"Forget the cleaning today, Cheryl. I want to spend the time with you here on this bed. I want to fuck you."

"I'm jailbait, you know."

"I know. If you tell anyone, I'll end up in jail."

"Why would I tell anyone? If you're in jail, there won't be any money for me to steal and no one to fuck me."

As soon as I said that, he had me beside the bed pulling down my thong. I had only had it on a few minutes and now he was taking it off of me. That was the first time I realized that men love having a woman wear something sexy... but not for too long. My top quickly followed my thong to the floor, and Mr. Nogar pulled me onto the bed with him. He wasted no time in stripping me.

"Have you ever had any one give you oral sex, Cheryl?"

"Just once... a long time ago. I don't know much about it."

For the next 30 minutes I got numerous lessons in oral sex... on my back... on my hands and knees... straddling Mr. Nogar's face facing his head... straddling his face facing his feet... rolled up onto my shoulders with my pussy sticking straight up while I held it open... and finally, in what he called '69' position where we both sucked. It was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt in my life. His tongue on my pussy and clit just made my cunt explode... again and again and again.

I couldn't stop screaming. Orgasm after orgasm surged through my body. My cunt and clit wouldn't stop vibrating... again and again, he made my juices squirt all over his face and bed. When he finally stopped, I knew I was going to be a hot slut all my life... no possible way was I going to give up such pleasure. Poor Mr. Nogar was panting from his exertion. His tongue must have been worn to a nub. But I had to have it all. I screamed at him.

"Get on me! Get in me! FUCK ME, YOU HOT BASTARD. You've been panting for my cunt for months. Now fuck it like it's supposed to be fucked. SCREW ME, STUD!"

I got it more ways that I knew existed. On my back with one leg up on his shoulder... on my back with my knees against my tits... on all fours... on my side with Mr. Nogar behind me... with me on top facing him, my tits in his mouth... with me on top facing his feet with his fingers in my ass. I never realized how many different ways a man could fuck a woman. When he jacked my leg up and nailed me, I came like a cannon. When I rode his cock, I came like a hot whore... again and again. He pumped it to me, and I came... over and over.

Mr. Nogar made me cum over and over. I loved
feeling his big cock pumping in and out of my pussy.

Before I left, I had three monster loads of cum in my cunt and one in my belly. I had cum dozens of times. On the way home, I decided that Mr. Nogar was a much better fuck than Hank had been out in the woods three years previously.

I worked for Mr. Nogar cleaning his house every Saturday for almost a year. After he had gotten into my pussy that first time during the third month, he fucked me every Saturday for about eight months.

Hot Time at the Mall:

I had a number of odd jobs after working for and under Mr. Nogar for almost a year, but nothing as lucrative nor as hot. When I was 18, I got a nice full-time job at one of the upscale malls in the area. The job was to provide service at a shop specializing in clock and watch sales, costume jewelry, and watch repair. Since I had had no sales experience at the time, I was pretty certain that I had gotten the job because of the number of men who stopped by just to look at me. At 5'7", 134 lbs, with a very nice body topped by 36DD tits, there were a lot of men who suddenly realized they needed a new watch battery or some jewelry for their wife.

Naturally, I wore rather sexy, revealing clothes to attract as many potential customers as possible. That was, after all, the reason I had the job. I was pretty certain that my employers were very pleased with the job as I was doing because I know that sales continued to rise steadily while I worked there. My typical working "uniform" was a low-cut blouse, short skirt, and heels. Usually, I wore no stockings with only a thong and a demi-bra or none underneath.

After working in the mall for about a month, I had gotten one very nice raise and bonus from my employer, plus and uncountable number of offers for drinks and dinner after work. Most of these, I turned down, but occasionally some really sexy hunk would ask, and I would accept. That didn't happen often, but when it did, I almost always ended the evening with my pussy stuffed full of the guy's cock.

One afternoon, I got a call on the shop phone from a woman who began the conversation with "Are you the blonde girl at the watch repair desk?"

"Yes. How can I help you?"

"My name is Rhonda Garrison. I work as a consultant for a modeling agency. Actually, what that means is that I'm a model recruiter. I was in your shop yesterday. Perhaps you remember me... a brunette, about 35, short skirt, heels, with a nice body or so a lot men tell me?"

"Oh yes. I do remember you, Mrs. Garrison. Very well, in fact. I thought you looked stunning."

"Why, thank you! What a nice thing to say. And please call me Rhonda, and I'm not married. I do think I look good, but I'm afraid I'm not in your class. You are just lovely... or as men would say... drop-dead gorgeous. May I know your name?"

"Sure. I'm Cheryl... Cheryl Lambert. And thank you for the very nice compliment. How can I help you?"

"Well, as I said, I'm a recruiter for a modeling agency. They're looking for exceptionally beautiful women who might be interested in making substantial sums of money modeling. I'm paid to find and hire such young women. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were absolutely perfect. My employers would kill to have you as one of their models. I'm calling to see if you are at all interested. It wouldn't be necessary for you to quit your present job as the work would be on the weekends and in the evening. Are you interested in exploring the possibilities?"

"Well, sure, I'm interested. What would I have to do? How much would it pay?"

"If the agency is interested in you... and I can almost assure you they will be... you would be posing for photographs in exotic clothing and sometimes nude. Just posing... nothing more. The pay is a flat $100 per hour plus a percentage of the income your photographs produce for the agency. With your looks, I can assure you that the percentage would be much greater than the hourly salary. Shall I go on?"

After a slight hesitation, I figured that I had shown my body to a lot of men already for nothing... why not show it to a camera for a good salary. To Rhonda, I said, "Yes. Please go on. I'm definitely interested."

"Great! Now here's the way we start. The agency wants some visual evidence that you're what they're looking for. So, I'm going to send a photographer over to the mall right now. You won't see him. Just go about your job as usual. He will take some candid photos for my employers who will decide if they want to explore hiring you further. You'll know by tomorrow afternoon. Ok?"

"Fine. Doesn't seem like I have anything to lose."

"You don’t, Cheryl. Believe me, you don't. Talk you to later. Remember, just be yourself and don't worry about the photographer. You won't even see him."

Later that afternoon, Rhonda called me again. "The photos were great. I showed them to Mr. Haskel, my boss, and he was very impressed, to say the least. He's going to show them to the division director and recommend they explore the possibilities further. I'll call you in a couple of days when they let me know."

For the next two days, I was on pins and needles so to speak. I had never seen anyone with a camera. They must have been well hidden and used a telephoto lens, I thought. Actually, I thought it might just all be a joke, but then, true to her word, Rhonda called again two days later.

"Hi, Cheryl. Great news! Not only was Haskel impressed, so was his boss, Mr. George. They definitely want to explore things further. Would you be willing to allow our photographer to take some more candid photos of you... same way as last time? You won't even know that the photographer is there so the photos will be candid rather than posed."

"Sure. As I said, what have I got to lose?"

"Ok. We'll take the photos tomorrow sometime. We would like for you to come to work in a sexy outfit, low cut blouse, short skirt, thong or panties but not panty hose... you get the idea. We'll leave the specifics of your outfit up to you. That will tell the directors something about your sense of eroticism and sensuality. I'll call you again in the morning to be certain everything is still a go."

After a lot of thought and trying on several different outfits, I finally settled on an orange sweater and bra combination that showed off my tits, and a black micro-mini skirt that I was sure Rhonda and her male bosses would love, a black thong, and a pair of 4-inch black pumps. I thought I looked hot, and I knew that I was hot. My thong was already wet before I even got to work.

I had only been at work for an hour when Rhonda called. "Are we still a go? Are you dressed sexy, Cheryl?"

"Come over and see for yourself," I suggested.

"Maybe later. Right now, I've got to call our roaming photographer and get him over to the mall. Just go about your business as before. I'll call you back soon."

A little over an hour later, Rhonda called me again. This time on my cell whose number I had given her earlier. "Randy, he's the photographer, says you look incredible and that the photos are fantastic. He says there aren't many customers present yet and wants me to ask if you would be up flashing your tits whenever there are no customers present."

I felt my vagina contract and my clitoris beginning to throb. Juices gushed into my thong. It was too small to contain all the liquid which soaked through and ran down my inner thighs. I was panting but didn't realize it. Rhonda did.

"You sound like the idea really turns you on. It would increase your value to the agency. Go for it, Honey. I'll call you back to let you know if Randy got the shots."

I knew it was ridiculous for me to flashing my naked breasts at work, but I was just too excited... my pussy was gushing far too much... for me to be able to resist. I had to wait about 20 minutes before there was a period with no customers in the store. The longer I had to wait, the wetter my pussy and thighs became. Finally, the store was empty.

I mounted the top of the desk in the store and pulled my orange sweater and bra down allowing both of my tits to surge out the top. My nipples were hard and swollen. I found myself turning so that my tits were facing the front of the store so that Randy could get a good photo of them. Almost without thinking, my hands came up and cupped both tits. After hefting them for the camera's benefit, I squeezed them, then closed my fingers about my nipples. I was close to an orgasm. I was both shocked and excited to realize that I loved exhibiting myself, showing off my big tits, and posing. The phone rang.

"Randy says your tits are to-die-for, Cheryl. He also said that he's got a huge hard-on looking at you through his view finder.

"Do I get the job?" I asked in a breathless pant.

"I don't think there's any doubt. Turn around so that your ass faces the front on the store. Get off the desk and bend over so that your skirt rides up over your ass. Hurry! Do it so Randy can get the shot before a customer arrives."

A moment later I was in the position Rhonda had ordered. My entire ass was *******. Only the very narrow strip of my panties concealed my asshole and my pussy from the camera. I had an almost irresistible urge to pull my panties down so Randy and his camera could see every thing.

Rhonda was still on the phone. "Randy says he has to stop and go jack off. You're just too damn hot, Cheryl. Come into the agency Saturday morning... that's tomorrow... at 10 AM. The contracts will be ready for signatures. Your first photo shoot will be at 1 PM. Ok?"

"Oh yessss," I moaned into the phone.

Cheryl the Model:

At 10 AM, Saturday morning, I was in the agency offices of Mr. Haskel. Rhonda was present as she had recruited me.

"Well, Cheryl, I must tell you that your photos excited all of us... I'm sure you know what I mean. We would love to have you work with us. We take photo spreads for men's magazines in which you would pose in exotic and sexy outfits and also nude... full spread shots showing your body. We also take x-rated photos and video. If you would like to do that, it can be arranged. It pays a lot more, but whether you do it or not is entirely up to you."

"As Rhonda told you, we pay $100 per hour for posing for photos for men's magazines... soft porn it's called. You also get 15% of the gross income from the sale of your photos and videos. As a signing bonus, we'll pay you $300. Now I want to be completely honest with you... in the event that your photos don't sell, we'll have to release you from the contract."

"You think they might not sell?" I asked somewhat surprised.

"I think they'll sell like water in the desert. That is, unless you freeze up during the photo shoots. If you enjoy posing... if it turns you on, we're all going to make a lot of money. Well... I've signed the contract already. All you have to do is sign, pick up your first day's pay of $500... $300 for the bonus and $200 for the two-hour photo session here starting at 1 PM."

As I was signing the contract, Mr. Haskel asked, "Randy says you're hot... really hot. He told me that he jerked off twice looking at your photos. Do you like sex or was that a show?"

I finished signing the contracts and said, "Mr. Haskel, let's just say that I think you and your agency will be satisfied with my work."

A little after 1 PM, I was posing for Randy's camera... this time in a studio. He had given me a really sexy purple dress to wear... no bra, no panties, no stockings... just the dress and heels. Both Haskel and Rhonda were also present. Haskel had an erection and Rhonda was licking her lips.

Randy took a half dozen shots of me and then had me open the bodice to ****** more of my tits. He took several like that and then said, "Ok, Cheryl. We need to see your tits now, Honey. Oh, I meant to ask before... hope you don't mind. At the mall, you were a blonde. Now, you're a brunette. Which is the real you?" "

"This is the real me. The blonde comes from a bottle. Both or just one?" I asked with a seductive smile. This was turning me on big time. The fact that I was being paid to do what I would have done for free was a great bonus.

"Both, Honey. Take both of those awesome beauties out."

I pulled the top of my dress open and took out both tits, cupping them for the benefit of the men... and, judging from the way Rhonda was now pressing her hand against her pussy, for her benefit too. Randy took several pics, but wasn't satisfied. Finally, he got on a small self-supporting ladder so he could shoot the pic looking down into my cleavage. Once I had my 36DD tits out, both Randy and Haskel had hard-ons.

For the remainder of the two hours, Randy continued to shoot what he called "soft porn". There was shots of my legs, some showing my panties, and more shots of my naked breasts, but that was about it. After two hours, Randy called a halt, and Haskel thanked me.

"Is Monday evening at 8 PM satisfactory for your next session, Cheryl," he asked.

"I agreed, and my first professional modeling session was history.

Monday was almost a carbon copy of Saturday's photo shoot. The outfits Randy had me wear were different, but the nature of the photos was the same... lots of poses with my breasts *******, others showing my legs and thighs, and some with my legs open letting the camera zoom in on my panties. I left at 10 PM with another $200 in my purse.

Friday night was more of the same except for one big difference, I got my first royalty check from the sale of the photos taken on Saturday. It was for $150 as the photo set sold to a men's magazine for $1,000. I was both excited to get my first royalty check and disappointed as I thought the set would bring a higher price.

"I don't know why, but I thought the set would sell for more than $1,000," I said to Randy, not really complaining... just expressing my surprise.

"Oh, it would have except the set was really very soft porn. None of the photos showed any ass or pussy, and there was no explicit sex. Actually, for such soft porn, $1,000 is a lot. We only got that much because you're so incredibly beautiful and sexy."

I flushed with pleasure over Randy's comment. "Are we going to take any more pics tonight, Randy?"

"Yeah, unless you're tired and not up to it."

"Oh no. I'm fine. I was just wondering..."

"What?"

"You know."

He laughed and nodded. "You want to go further, Cheryl. Show more... hotter pics... make more money?"

"Is that permitted? I mean, is it legal?"

"Sure. You're over 18."

"Why haven't you asked me to show my pussy or ass, Randy?"

"Haskel has an unbending rule... we don't ask our models to pose in ways that make them uncomfortable. When and if one of our models expresses an interest, then we take more erotic shots. Are you interested?"

"I think so."

"Good. We'll have more fun and all make more money. I'll talk to Haskel."

During the second half of the session, Randy took pics with me wearing just stockings and heels and others with me totally nude. They were all tasteful, however. When I wasn't wearing panties, he had me keep my legs together or had me raise my thigh to conceal my pussy.

The following week, the photo shoot was pretty much the same. This time my royalty check was for $200 for the set in which I was naked or wearing only stockings and heels.

When the session was over, I got Randy aside and said, "I want to go further."

"How far?"

"As far as you and Haskel want."

"Great. I'll call Rhonda. She'll want to be here. This coming Thursday all right? 8 PM?"

That night I was wild for sex just from thinking about what would happen next Thursday. Between 8 to 10 PM, I masturbated twice... once with my fingers and once with my vibrator. After my second orgasm, I knew I could keep fingering my pussy all night, and it wasn't going to provide me what I needed... wanted... a big, hard cock in my cunt... fucking me... making me cum.

I was so worked up thinking about what was going to happen the following Thursday evening, there was no way I could possibly get to sleep. Even after I had masturbated three times, I was still too keyed up to sleep. I was also worried about whether I would freeze up when it was time to show off my body to the camera... it wouldn't just be my big tits. It was going to be everything... my legs, my thighs, my ass, my pussy, my clit... every thing! I shuddered with mixture of raw excitement and not just a little fear.

On impulse, I went to my bedroom and stripped naked. Searching through my closet, I finally selected the sluttiest outfit I could find. A simple dress with heels... panties but no bra and no stockings. The bodice of the dress was low and loose making it very easy for me to remove my tits.

It was after 11 PM when I backed my SUV out of my drive way and headed for the interstate. Halfway to the entrance ramp, I removed both of my tits and drove with them completely *******. I also turned on the inside lights of the car so every driver could see them. Before I got to the interstate, a half dozen cars had honked at me, flashed their lights, and some turned on their inside lights so I could see them giving me a big smile and a "thumbs up" sign.

The entry ramp was backed up and while I waited, I lowered my dress to my waist and sat naked. The men in the car directly in front of me spent their time checking out my big tits. While I waited at the entry ramp, I cupped my tits for my admirers.

Once I had entered the freeway, the big rigs began to pass me. Everyone slowed down to stay abreast of me... sounding their horns in appreciation. My cunt was a morass. If I hadn't been sitting on my dress, I would have had to have the seats cleaned.

Truck after truck slowed and drove along side of me... honking and signaling for me to show them more. I ignored the fact that the seats would be soiled and lifted my hips so I could pull my dress up around my waist. This one sexy looking trucker drove along side of me for miles as I held my cunt open with one hand and drove with the other one. The truck cab was so high above me, I knew the driver was having no problems seeing my naked cunt.

My entire body was a mass of lust and desire... so much so I couldn't stand it. Speeding up, I pulled ahead of the trucker, turned on my turn signals, and pulled into a rest stop. I selected a spot in a wooded alcove, parked the van, and quickly removed my dress. Then, with the interior lights still on, I waited with my hands behind my back and my tits thrust forward. I was breathing so hard, I felt faint. I breathed even harder when I saw the semi pulling into the rest stop right behind me. I waited in my van... naked and ready.

The guy who got out looked to be about 30, rugged looking, nice build, and dark hair. He came alongside of my window, tapped, and I lowered the window. He didn't bother with small talk.

"Is the back unlocked?" I nodded.

"Good. Get in the back. On your back."

As I scrambled over the seat, he had already opened the back of the van and stowed the seats. He was taking off his clothes as I stretched out on my back with my legs open enough for him to see my wet cunt.

He was in no hurry. He spent a moment checking out my tits, legs, and pussy. Then he handed me a condom and said, "Put it on my cock, Honey."

He had a nice 7-inch dick that throbbed as I rolled the sheathe down its length. Once it was in place, I lay back, raised my knees, and opened my legs wide.

"Man... You are one hot, sexy woman. I must have done something really good today to be this lucky!" My pussy throbbed in appreciation of his comment.

I thought he would fuck me immediately, but I had lucked out too. This guy was a lover. He spent at least 10 minutes licking and working on my swollen, erect clitoris making me groan with delight and cum twice. As my second orgasm surged through my pussy making it contract and throb, he quickly mounted me, his thighs forcing mine high and wide, and whispered, "Put my cock into your cunt, Honey."

Reaching between our bodies, I found his iron-hard shaft just two inches away from my opening. I centered the head, arched my ass, and worked it into the folds of my eager cunt.

"It's in, Stud. Give it to me!"

"I intend to!"

"AAAaaaahhhhhhhhh," came my hissing moan of satisfaction as he split me open and drove into me forcing my pussy to spread to accommodate his thick shaft.

"AAAahhhhhh... fuck meeeeeee!" I wailed when I felt his cock entering me.

"UGH! UGH! UGH!" came his answering masculine grunts of pleasure as my vagina pulsed and contracted about his cock. He began fucking me with slow, hard thrusts... each one driving to the bottom of my love hole and thudding against my womb.

"OW! OW! OW!"

"Hurt?"

"A little."

"Want me to stop or give it to you easier?"

"NO! You stop and I'll cut it off. It's supposed to hurt a little at first. Fuck me hard, Mister."

He hammered his rod in and out of my cunt ... picking up the tempo and the power as he fucked me. My moans turned to loud groans and then to shrieks of intense pleasure.

"Ohhhh you're making me cum, you hot Stud. Fuck it... fuck me harder!"

His hands shoved beneath my ass to lift me into optimum position. The cock slammed into my cervix hard. I came again. Then, his finger entered my ass and screwed inward as his cock pulled out. My mouth was wide open... tongue out ... eyes clenched shut as another orgasm ripped through my vagina.

"Hot fuck bitch," the man grunted as he plowed in and out of me. "Gonna cum. You want it in the rubber or in your mouth?"

"Shoot it any place you want, Baby... just SHOOT IT!"

The hot stud jerked his hard cock out of my pussy and ripped off the condom. Rolling onto his back, he yelled, “Suck me, you hot slut. Suck my cock!” As I drove home, I could still taste the semi-sweet, salty flavor of his big load that was now in my belly.

On Thursday, Randy didn't waste any time in preliminaries. He handed me a black dress and heels, nothing else. After a couple of shots with me posing in the dress, bent over with my tits almost falling out, and several more from behind with my thighs *******, he told me to take out both of my tits. It was more erotic and hot than it would have been if I had been naked. I was very nervous knowing what was coming, but I was also incredibly excited and wet.

"Oh Fuck! What a pair of tits you've got, Cheryl."

"Making you hard, Honey?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Easily... I just enjoy hearing a man telling me that I've got his cock hard."

"You fucking have mine hard," Haskel said from across the room.

"And mine," Randy added.

Randy called a break to allow me to change into a red dress, thong, and heels. He started the second set with me facing the camera, both tits out. Not only did both men have erections now, Rhonda was rubbing her pussy.

"Great... just great. Now turn around, Cheryl. Let's see the hot ass. Bend over a little. Good. Now turn your shoulders just enough so we can see the side of your big tit. Bend over a little more... ass up. Now raise the dress. Great!" As I ******* my ass to the camera, I could feel the wetness seeping from my excited pussy.

"Now, lose the dress completely. Get on the couch and bend over, Cheryl. I want those big tits hanging and swinging. Pull the thong down around your thighs, Honey, so we can see your hot cunt... Yeah. Like that. Now arch that hot ass, Honey. AAHH... shit. You are all sex, Baby."

With my tits hanging, ass arched, and my cunt *******, I felt like I was about to cum.

"Ok. Get rid of the thong. Now sit on the couch, Honey. Show your hot pussy, Cheryl. You know how men want to see it. Spread wide, Honey. Hold it open. Lean forward a little so your tits hang. Oh fuck!"

Rhonda was jacking Haskel off, and I was having a small orgasm. My cunt gushed as Randy was squeezing and stroking his cock. Looking over, I saw that Haskel had his out with Rhonda stroking it. Her dress was up to her hips.

"Fucking fantastic! Now lean back a little and pull the hood of your clit back so we can see your hot pussy and your clit. Keep those legs wide open, Baby. Show the cunt and clit to the camera." Randy unzipped and stroked his cock. "Just looking at you is almost enough to make me shoot off, Cheryl."

"Well, don't do that, Randy. That's not where a man is supposed to put his load." I heard both men groan at that comment, and Rhonda now had her hand inside her panties.

"Ok. We need a lot more shots of you naked from all angles, Honey. Showing every thing... big tits, ass, cunt, legs... every thing."

I sat down on the couch, naked, and waited. Randy took several more shots with me on all fours from the back... then from the side, and finally, from the front. He had me lie on my side, legs closed. Then, several more shots were taken with one knee steepled, and finally, another half dozen with one leg up in the air. Both men had their cocks out now and Rhonda's panties were on the floor. I wondered why Haskel didn't fuck the sexy brunette.

"Last shots, Cheryl, and we're done. On your back leaning back against the couch... legs up and spread wide, and use your fingers to spread your cunt, Baby. You know the position... female fucking position... hot and ready for cock."

I was so hot that if Haskel had decided to put his hard cock into me right then, there's no way I could have or would have stopped him. As soon as I was in the position Randy had ordered, I heard Haskel moan. "Jezzz! Look at her cunt, Randy! It's leaking like a faucet... the juices are just pouring out of her hot hole. Get some shots of that... and hurry up, I can't hold this load much longer."

Following orders, Randy took a dozen more pics and then said, "That's it. That's a wrap."

It may have been a wrap for Randy, but for Haskel, it was the starting gun. He had already stripped and the instant Randy finished, he was on me... jacking my leg up onto his shoulder while Rhonda moved closer so she could watch Haskel's cock nailing my cunt.

"Uunnngghhh... aahhhh shit! Her cunt's a fucking swamp... and god... tight." Haskel's cock plunged into my pussy, and I began to cum... urging him to fuck me harder.

"Stop talking and fuck me, Mr. Haskel. Hard! Please! I'm already about to cum. Fuck me hard and make me cum!"

He slammed it in and my pussy exploded around his cock. "Uuugghhh... I'm cumming! oooohhhh... I'M CUMMING!"

"Jezzz... the hot bitch is already cumming!"

The feel of my contracting vagina about his rod was more than Haskel could stand. I felt him expanding inside me. His strokes shortened... hard.. driving jabs against my womb. The cock began to jerk and throb in my cunt... juices spurted out... some of mine and some of his load as he emptied himself into me.

Once he was finished, Haskel rolled off me onto his back where he lay panting, his chest heaving from the exertion. I didn't have time for such luxuries, however, as Randy was all over me. I felt him turning me onto all four and boosting my ass high. The next thing I knew, another cock was sinking into my cum-filled pussy and fucking me much harder than Haskel had.

Randy was so turned on by taking hot photos of me for hours, he was like a machine, hammering his cock furiously in and out of my pussy. I came almost instantly. Then, I came again. He rolled us over until I was riding him... pounding my cunt up and down on his sex spike. Rhonda got between my thighs and licked my clit as Randy began to cum. I was right behind him, and from the way Rhonda was squealing, so was she. The sensation of Rhonda's tongue on my clit and Randy's cock in my cunt had me convulsing in an intense orgasm.

That night, I went home with Rhonda for first of many nights. That first night, we were both insatiable. She would lick my pussy until I couldn't cum anymore. Rhonda got me off a dozen times before I couldn't cum again. Then, I would push her onto her back do her until she was howling and begging me to stop.

We did stop for a bite to eat before she got out her big, double-headed dildo. It was wildly erotic having our legs scissored together with half of the big dong in her cunt and the other half in mine. We held hands and pulled our pussies hard against one another, grinding our slits and clits with that huge dildo working inside us. We both had orgasm after orgasm until we were totally exhausted.

It was almost midnight when Rhonda told me to get on the bed and wait... that she had a surprise for me. She came in wearing a strap-on with a very thick dildo sticking out from her pussy. She got on the bed on her back and said, "Mount it, you hot, sexy Bitch!" I couldn't do it fast enough. As wet as I was from all the sex, Rhonda plunged the thick shaft deep inside my pussy as soon as I had it centered at my opening. I rode the big strap-on as Rhonda rammed her hips upwards driving deep into my pussy. I couldn't stop cumming it was so erotic. She fucked me through several climaxes before we switched.

When I had the strap-on around my hips, I mounted Rhonda who couldn't keep her ass still she was so anxious. "Be still, Slut, so I can fuck you!" She did stop humping her ass, but I could still feel her trembling as I fitted the big prick into her eager hole. She groaned as I pushed it in and began fucking her. She came several times and I even got off on the hot thought that I was fucking her the way a man fucks.

The photo sessions continued for over four months before we had taken so many sets that the market was saturated. Before it ended, Haskel and Randy had both fucked me 25 or 30 times. Even Mr. George started coming by the join the fun. In the evenings, Rhonda and I would play in her bed or go out and play with a couple of guys. Rhonda and I usually ended up in the guy's apartment, side-by-side being screwed. Most of the time, we would switch partners before the evening was over.

After two months, Haskel told me that one of their biggest clients was so taken with my photos that he wanted to take me Vegas for a long weekend, but he liked brunettes. Since I was a natural brunette, that was a simple problem. Haskel also instructed me to always wear stockings, garters, and heels, but no panties as that was a big fetish with Lennard.

When he came by my apartment to pick me up for the Vegas trip, the first thing he did was make me sit on the table, pull up my dress and show him that I was wearing stockings, garters, but no panties. I spread wide open without being told. He loved that so much, he fucked me right there on the table. We were almost late getting to the airport.

Mr. Brian Lennard and I flew to Vegas early Friday morning and didn't return until the following Monday. He paid for every thing, of course, and the next time I got my royalty and salary check from Haskel, there was an extra $2,000 in it. I was stunned as I thought the Vegas weekend was just for fun.

Thinking back, I figured Brian had gotten more than his money's worth. From Friday until Monday, he screwed me about 20 times and had me 24 hours a day for three days. He particularly liked just shoving me onto my back at odd moments, totally unannounced, and fucking his thick cock into my cunt. The entire time in Vegas I never knew when or where Lennard would decide to fuck me.

When it was all over, I had made about $12,000 and had had an incredibly good time doing it. But now I needed another job as I had no interest in returning to the mall as a sales clerk.

Executive Secretary:

After spending several weeks checking out the want ads, I found one seeking to hire a secretary for a construction company. They called the position "executive secretary". If that meant anything, I knew I wouldn't qualify, but sometimes those things are just added to the ad to make the job appear to be more attractive.

I called and made an appointment to see Mr. Max Morino. I thought his name made him sound a little like a Mafioso. When I entered his office, he looked the part of a mafia hitman. Max was in his late 30s or early 40s, obviously Italian, 5'11", a powerful looking man, good looking in a rough sort of way. I couldn't help but get a little excited. The fact that he made my pussy throb made me really uneasy.

Mr. Morino motioned me to take a seat without even looking up from the application form I had submitted. Sitting down, I leaned forward so as conceal my breasts as much as possible. I wanted to get the job on my own merits, not because I had big tits.

"Says here that you've done housekeeping, worked as a sales clerk in a mall, graduated high school, and your last job was as a model. No secretarial experience. Is that right?"

"Yes sir."

"Then why the fuck should I hire you?" At that point he looked up from my application. His eyes locked onto my thrusting tits, and then moved downward to take in my legs. Finally, he looked upward and stared at my face. It both embarrassed and excited me, but there was no way I could conceal my large breasts. I could feel my face flushing red.

"My god... you're fucking gorgeous!

"So I've been told. Thank you."

"Jezzz how big are those cioccie?"

"What?" I asked not understanding.

"Your tits. How big are they?"

"36DD. But you shouldn't be asking me things like that. I think I can really do a good job for you, Mr. Morino. I want to get the job, but not because I'm pretty. Do I have a chance?"

"You have to keep books... make out the payroll checks and deliver them to the guys on the job wearing something hot... they like that. Can you learn to do all that?"

"Easily. I'll wear whatever you want me to, but I'm more interested in learning to do the job well for you than in turning on your employees. Do I get the job?"

"Maybe... Lemme see 'em."

"My big cioccie, you mean?"

"Yeah... your big tits."

Mr. Morino, as much as I want this job, I'm not going to put on a strip show for you to get it."

"Ok. I understand. Sorry, but I can't use you. I'd be taking an incredible chance with you having no secretarial experience. I figured with a body like you've got, I could afford to take a chance. But it doesn't look like that's going to work out. So, I wish you the best of luck in finding a good job, Cheryl. By the way, this job pays $500 a week to start if that's any consideration for you."

"Please, Mr. Morino. I really need the job. I'm sure that within a week or two, I'll be able to do better than anyone else you could possibly find."

"I think what you say is possible, but it's not guaranteed. With you unwilling to use all the assets you have, I can't afford to take a chance. This is a huge operation, and my ... eh... my... eh... partners don't have a great deal of patience or tolerance for failure, if you catch my drift. The matter is closed, Cheryl. I'm sorry."

When I walked out Morino's office I was distraught, sad, angry, and about to cry. I had been looking for weeks trying to find a job other than as a waitress, and I was so close to getting a really nice, responsible job. It was really hard to take.

At first, I was furious with Morino... just another male, chauvinist pig! As I walked to a nearby cafe to get a sweet roll and a cup of coffee to drown my sorrows, I was cursing the bastard all the way.

Later, however, as I sipped the coffee, I began to think about Morino's position and reconsidered his situation and mine. I just instinctively knew that he really wanted to give me a chance and hire me, but he was in bind. He might very well be mafia or something like that and have partners who wouldn't be interested in why he had hired an unqualified dumb woman to keep the company's books if I should foul things up. He needed to hedge his bet by having me use all my "assets" just as much as I needed the job.

If I thought with my brain instead of with my emotions, it made sense. I had just spent over four months posing for hot, pornography and having sex with Randy and Haskel at nearly every photoshoot and then engaging in wild lesbian sex with Rhonda almost every night. Morino just wanted me willing to use my assets, and I had frozen him out. Of course, I knew he wanted to fuck me. He was a man. That was understood.

When I had finished the coffee and the sweet roll, I walked back to Morino's office. There was no secretary on duty, of course, so I knocked on his door softly. His gruff voice answered immediately. "Yeah? Don't just stand there wearing out the floor. Come in!"

Morino looked up, obviously both surprised and pleased to see me again. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped with it half open when I reached up and pulled my top down below my tits and let them surge out. I even put my arm under them to lift them toward Mr. Morino so he could get a really good look. "Like them? Do I get the job?"

"Dio... you are one sexy fighetta ... that means 'hot chick'. How about the legs? I kept trying to see them before, but you kept them pressed together like you was guarding Fort Knox."

"All right, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't be so gruff. At least leave me a little dignity."

Morino now surprised me... no, he shocked me. "You're right. I'm just used to dealing with some pretty rough customers. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. You can forget showing me your legs. You are so beautiful, I just wanted to see them. You've got the job anyway."

Now it was my turn to surprise Morino. "I want you to see them. It excites me to show them off." With that announcement, I sat down on the edge of a table, pulled up my skirt, stretched my legs out and opened them wide enough for Morino to see my panties. I held the pose, smiled, and said softly, "I really hope you like them."

Are you also a stracciamanici? A nympho?"

"Some guys think so. I don't."

"Ok. Just asking. Can't blame a guy for trying. Your sorca... any chance that I could see it."

"Sorca? I'm sorry. What's that?"

"You don't know any Italian at all do you? Pity. Sorca is Italian for pussy ... kapish? I'd love to see yours."

"No. I'm sorry, but that's going too far... too fast. Please don't be insulted, Mr. Morino."

"I'm not... not at all, but I gotta give you fair warning. I don't give up easily."

"Good. I like men who don't give up."

Max had left me so horny, I ended up masturbating three times before I could get to sleep that night. Twice, I used my fingers on my throbbing clit. The last time, I used the electric vibrator and ended up screaming and gushing all over the sheets. I had to change them before I could get to sleep.

On my first day at work, I wore a conservative, but attractive dress and tight blouse. It didn't show a lot of cleavage, but it was obvious from a block away that I had very large breasts. Max was great. He took three hours showing me every detail about the books, how they had to kept and cross referenced. In fact, I had to keep two sets of books, and the second set didn't exactly match the first set. I asked no questions, which pleased Max enormously. He was the perfect gentlemen all day.

We followed the same routine for a week. By the end of that time, Max told me I was doing the job better than anyone had done it before, and he was glad I had returned and taken the job.

"Well, so am I, but I had to show you my tits and legs to get the job."

He grinned and then turned serious. "I know, and I loved every second of it. You gotta know I'm dying to see them again and more." With that he turned and walked back into his office leaving me breathing hard and with a damp pussy.

When the second week started, Max had me deliver the payroll checks. He had warned me about the guys on the construction site hitting on me. I told him any woman over the age of 15 is used to that.

Well, it turned out to be considerably more than I was used to. The young, well-built men hit on me every time I got close. They made no secret of exactly what they wanted to do with me and to me... as often as possible. They didn't touch, but their intense desire and words had my sex flowing freely by the time the checks had all been delivered.

By the end of the second week, Max began asking me out. I turned him down, but he didn't give up. His next approach was to ask me to wear something hot and sexy to work. As he put it, if I refused to date him, at least he could have the pleasure of looking at me.

He kept that up for a week with no success. With each rejection, my boss got less and less enthusiastic and more and more dejected. By the middle of third week, he seemed to almost hate coming to work. When I asked him what the problem was, he was very candid. "Simple. Every time I look at you, I'm reminded of your beauty and how much I want you... and I'm also reminded that I'm not sufficiently attractive or sexy enough to interest you. It's very hard to take. But it's my problem. Not yours. Don't worry about it."

I did worry about it... a lot. The fact was that I had gotten wet the very first time I had laid eyes on Morino. He excited me, turned me on... big time. I realized that I was turning him down just so I could tell myself that I had succeeded on my abilities as a secretary. I hadn't even considered his feelings at all.

On my next day at work, I wore a skin-tight black top and matching skin-tight pants. My nipples poked out a half inch, and the top molded every curve of my tits. The pants were so tight it looked as if they were painted on. If I had had a full bush, it would have been obvious.

I got an immediate response from Max. He took one look at my big tits and hot ass in the tight outfit, and said, "Damn...What a porca! Does that outfit mean what I hope it means?"

"It does. I'm sorry for being such a bitch for the last four weeks. That's over. I know you like my tits. Do they make you hard, Mr. Morino?" I moved closer and caressed his rapidly hardening cock. "Mmmmmmm.... seems like you have a problem. My mouth can take care of that, Boss. Should I?"

I got an immediate response from Max. He took one look at my big tits and hot ass in the tight outfit, and said, "Damn...What a porca! Come on, Baby. bocchino... suck, that is." He pulled out 8 inches that was half hard and waited. Take out those big cioccie, Cheryl. Lemme see them while you suck."

I knelt in front of him and took 5 inches into my mouth. "Oohhh what a hot hole... suck it, Cheryl. Get me good and hard for your sorca."

He held the back of my head and pushed. I tilted my head back and let the big head sink into my throat. Once it was in, Max easily pushed the rest of his rod down my throat. As he fucked my mouth, he put his hand on my throat so he could feel his cock sliding back and forth as he pumped me. I tried to get my hand inside my pants so I could finger my pussy, but the damn pants were too tight. Max laughed as I struggled.

"Enough!" he moaned. "Man, can you ever suck cock. Fantastic. Next time, I'll shoot in your hot mouth, but right now, I want your cunt, Cheryl."

I didn't waste any time... in fact, I could hardly wait to show this gruff, sexy man my sorca. With some difficulty, I got my tight pants off, stripped off my sodden panties, and opened my legs. "Is this what you want, Mr. Morino?"

"Let me check." He came close and looked straight into my pulsing vagina.

Morino then moved up between my legs and slowly slipped one... then two fingers into my cunt. "Mmmm... You're wet... damn wet. You're hot now aren't you?"

"Of course, I'm hot. You're finger fucking me."

"You gotta big hard clit too." He stroked it gently. This big gruff man knew exactly how to stroke a clitoris to bring a woman right to the edge quickly. I couldn't keep my ass from humping against his hand.

"You're about to cum... I can feel your sorca throbbing, Cheryl. Go ahead, Porca. Cum."

"Oooohh ooohhh... what's ... aaaahhh... god... what's a ... ummmmmmmm... what's a proca? UUnnggh.. uunnghh!"

"A porca is Italian for 'slut'. Cum, Slut."

I did... hard. When he felt my cunt throbbing he said, "Bend over the desk."

"A couple of your crew are waiting in the outer office."

"So what. Let'em wait. Bend over the desk."

As I bent over, I said, "They'll hear us, Honey. I won't be able to keep quiet when that huge cock of yours goes in."

"So what... so they hear us. They know I'm gonna be fucking you all the time anyway."

He pushed my head against the desk top, and I rose up on tip toes to get my hole in position. I started moaning as soon as he swabbed the big cock head up and down my sex trench to get it lubed and ready. As he did it, I was thrusting my ass back at him trying to get it in me.

"Hot Bitch," he grunted as he entered me.

"AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhh... oohhhh shit... you're big. Fuck me with that thing, Max. Fuck Me!"

Max's grunts and my shrill female wails filled the office. I later found out that both of the construction foremen opened the door and watched their boss fucking his hot secretary. I came twice, screaming each time, as the two guys watched Max get me off.

Max’s cock was jerking hard inside my pussy, and I knew he was about to cum. I clamped my vagina hard around his throbbing shaft and humped my ass to make it better for him. I was shocked when he held his orgasm back and jerked his swollen cock out of my cunt.

“Turn over, Cheryl. On your back. Spread wide. I wanna feel your big tits against my chest when I shoot off in you,” ordered.

Flipping over, I jerked my legs up and back into fucking position. I watched his dick pulse and throb as he stared at the wet, throbbing hole of my cunt. Mounting me, Max snapped his hips forward and drilled all eight inches of cock into me.

“GGGHHAAAA…. AAHHHHH FUCKKK… FUCK ME, MAX! HARD! OOOOHHH SHIT…. YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM… CUM, LOVER. SHOOT IT INNNNN!”

I came for the third time before Max unloaded inside me. His cock flexed hard and then began jerking wildly deep inside my cunt. Again and again, I felt it contract and pump as he shot volley after volley of hot, thick cum into me. Suddenly, he jerked it out and shot another four or five thick streams of semen all over my pussy and thighs. I didn't count but he must have pumped 10 jets of sperm and semen into me and on me.

When he finally rolled off of me, his cock was still twitching. "My god, Max,” I moaned. “How long has it been since you fucked a woman. Your balls were loaded!"

"Been a couple of weeks, Babe. Don't think I'll be going that long for awhile," he said grinning.

"I hope not."

Max got dressed rapidly. "Come on, Cheryl. You gotta make out the payroll checks and get them over to the guys."

"Ok. I need to clean up first though."

"Forget that, Honey. Just pull up those hot pants and get to work."

"I'm going to smell like sex all day, " I protested. “Your cum is all over and in me.”

"That's the idea. Turn the guys on. Give them a treat."

"They may stop work and **** me."

"No way. Never gonna happen."

"No way?? Do you only hire gay guys?"

"Hell no... them guys is all studs, Baby. Some of'em have cocks of your dreams."

"So what makes you so sure, I won't get ***** if I go over there smelling like sex?"

"No way to **** you, Cheryl. You like cock too much. Fuck you... Yes! **** you... No way! Now get your ass in gear and make out them checks."

I did get felt up a half dozen times... my ass, my tits, my legs. Every time I handed a guy his paycheck, he took the check with one hand and rubbed my tits, ass, or cunt with the other one.

At one point, three of the guys were on break when I delivered their checks. I ended up with my tits out, one hand on my ass, and another between my thighs rubbing my drenched pussy. I was certain that they were going to all fuck me, but the foreman interrupted the proceedings.

"Max isn't paying you guys to fuck his secretary. Get your asses back to work. Reluctantly, the men went back to work, but Luchia stayed and admired my tits, which were still *******.

"Lady, you are built. Fantastic! You know those guys would have fucked you if I hadn't sent them back to work."

"I know. You gonna finish the job for them?"

He looked at my swollen nipples and said, "Follow me."

I worked for Max for not quite six months. During that time, every guy working on the construction crew hit on me multiple times. They were never pushy or overbearing... just guys trying to get into a sexy looking woman and hoping to get lucky. The fact that occasionally someone would get lucky kept them trying for the entire time I worked for Max.

Flavio was a short, stocky, powerful-looking Italian guy with tats on both arms, around his left thigh, and of all places, right above his cock where his pubic hair would have been if he didn't have it shaved. He wasn't handsome by anyone's definition, but he was definitely sexy. He was by far the most persistent of all the construction crew, which was probably the reason he was the most successful.

He was not only sexy, he was also inventive and aggressive in the way women like... not rough or pushy... but a guy who keeps trying until he gets you so damn hot you can't say 'no' any longer.

The first time, he got into me wasn't even a work day. It was a Saturday morning. I had just gotten dressed to go shopping at the mall when Flavio showed up at my door.

"I was just leaving to go shopping, Flavio. I'm sorry. Maybe we can chat another time."

"The mall shops aren't going anywhere, Cheryl. Come on... cut a guy a little slack... invite me in for a cup of coffee."

"Maybe another time. I really want to get to the mall before all the good things are sale are gone."

"There's always lots of sales, Cheryl. Just one cup of coffee and I'll leave whenever you tell me to leave... I promise," Flavio said with his usual sexy smile.

See what I mean about being persistent while still being polite and sexy. "Ok. Just one cup of coffee and then you'll leave... right?"

"You got my word, Cheryl. I'll leave as soon as you tell me to leave."

All the time I was getting the coffee, Flavio kept his eyes on my chest, my legs, and my ass. When I reached up high to get the coffee cups, I could feel his eyes devouring every inch of my ass. He had a way of looking at a woman that made her feel like he could see right through her clothes.

As I brought the coffee pot to the table, he said in a low whisper, "God. You look incredible! I've never... ever... seen a woman as sensuous and sexy looking as you." When I poured us each a cup, his eyes bored into my cleavage. I could feel my flush of pleasure rising. I could also feel the dampness between my thighs increasing.

Flavio took one swallow of the coffee and pushed his chair back from the table. "I haven't even touched you, and I'm already hard as stone just having you sitting this close to me."

There might be some women somewhere on the planet who could hear a man say that and not bother to look at his crotch to see the bulge of his erection, but I'm not one of them. My eyes were drawn to his crotch like a moth is drawn to the light. His erection was obvious... big... hard. I could even see it throbbing as his pants moved over it.

"Would you like to feel it, Cheryl?" he asked softly. It got even bigger. The dampness between my thighs became a steady flow. I had to do something to tear my eyes away from his huge organ or I knew I would be a goner.

"I need some cream for my coffee. How about you, Flavio?" I didn't bother waiting for answer, but moved quickly to the fridge... anything to take my eyes off that pulsing shaft between his legs.

With most men, I would have escaped, as they would have given up and just waited for me to return with the cream. By that time the spell would be broken, and they would end up leaving with their hard-on unsatisfied. Flavio wasn't one of those men. He knew I was excited. He was sensitive enough to women that he could probably smell the sexual aroma emanating from my cunt.

I did manage to reach the fridge. That was as far as I got before he was behind me, his hands circling my body, searching out and finding my large tits... cupping and squeezing them as his fingers sought out my swollen nipples.

Naturally, I resisted a little, but not too much. He was prepared for my token resistance by quickly opening my blouse and extracting both of my tits. Once he had them out, his fingers caressing and pulling on my large nipples, it was over. I knew it... and he knew it.

As my initial moans in response to his handling of my tits filled the room, I gasped even louder when I felt my skirt being pulled up over my hips.

"Lean forward, Cheryl. Put your hands on the fridge."

The words turned the flow from my pussy into a river. Flavio pulled my panties down around my thighs, and my cunt began to throb with anticipation. All of this took the hot stud less than a minute. He had my blouse open, both of my tits out and hanging down as I leaned against the fridge. My skirt was up around my waist, and my panties were down around my thighs.

"I'm done with the coffee, Cheryl. Want me to leave?" he asked as his fingers played a magical tune on my engorged clitoris. My hips were thrusting wildly back and forth in response. He repeated his hot question: "Want me to leave?"

"Ooohhhhhh you hot Bastard. No! I don't want you to leave. I want you to come!"

“Where?”

“Inside my cunt! Damn you! FUCK ME!”

"Your wish is my command, Honey. Spread your legs as wide as you can."

I obeyed and immediately felt his cock pressing against my pussy. The sexy stud had somehow already gotten his pants and shorts down and was ready to give me what I wanted. Arching my ass, I got it... deep and hard.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh... yesss," I hissed in hot female passion. "Give it to me, Flavio. Fuck me!"

The thick cock thudded into me again and again, as I held onto the fridge to keep from falling. Now that he had his raging cock buried deep inside my cunt, Flavio didn't need finesse and charm... he had every thing he needed... my hot cunt... and he drilled me with hard, powerful strokes that thudded into the bottom of my cunt with masculine authority. I howled as I came for the first time, my pussy contracting hard on his pumping shaft.

Holding onto my tits for support, the cock powered into me again and again. The friction on my clit was intense. Love making had nothing to do with what Flavio was giving me. It was pure, hard fucking by a horny male plowing a hot cunt.

"OOOhhhhh shit... cumminggg... I'm cumming again. Aaaaahhhh!!"

The sexy stud continued to jack hammer his cock in and out of my cunt until I was howling in my third orgasm. I was still trembling from that climax when he stripped me naked and then wrapped his powerful arms about me and carried me to the kitchen counter. His cock never left my cunt until he put me on my back... a hot piece of female meat ready to be carved up by a male knife that sliced into me to my core.

"Uuunnggghhhh... ooohh fuck it... fuck it... fuck it!" I groaned as his cock nailed my ass to the counter.

Flavio's cup of coffee lasted an hour. Before he left, I had cum six times and had two loads of his sperm and semen pooled deep inside my vagina. Like the gentleman he was, when he pulled his cock from my pussy after shooting in his second load, he knelt between my gaping thighs and used his tongue to clean my drenched pussy and vagina. His tongue went deep slicing into the depths of my vagina as he sucked out our mixed juices. Again and again, his tongue slid from my cunt and slashed up and over my engorged, swollen clitoris. Each pass caused my hips to arch off the counter.

“OOOhhh shit… Don’t stop, you hot, sexy bastard. AAAHHHHH!!! OOOohhh fuck! SUCK MEEEEEEE!”

Flavio followed my order. Clamping his lips tightly around my turgid clitoris, he sucked me while two of his fingers plunged into my cunt and over my G-spot. Instant orgasm! My clit just exploded into hard, spastic contractions. Each contraction brought a wild shriek from my lungs. I squirted uncontrollably as he sucked me.

When he finally pulled his mouth away from my twitching clitoris, my mouth stretched wide as my chest and tits heaved. I was still breathing hard when Flavio put my tits back into my bra and blouse, pulled my panties back up my legs and over my ass, helped me off the counter, and then held my skirt while I stepped into it. He kissed me and said, "That was easily the best cup of coffee I've ever had."

The big-cocked stud fucked me hard making me cum six
times before pumping two huge cum loads into my cunt.

I spent that morning shopping at the mall with Flavio's cum slowly seeping out of my stretched pussy and running down my thighs. Before I quit my job with Max, Flavio had made many similar deposits.

The job ended as a result of a business trip to Miami. It was some kind of meeting with the owners of the construction company. Max wanted me to come with him and I saw no reason not to accept. Obviously, he wanted me along primarily to have my pussy available, but he was banging me regularly anyway, and I thought the vacation to Miami would be fun.

We left on Thursday and returned on Monday morning. During the four days we spent in Miami, we went deep sea fishing, took in several night clubs, went to a hot strip show where Max got me to enter an amateur contest which I won, and ate in some fantastic restaurants. That part of the trip was even better than I thought it would be.

A lot of the time, Max's associates were with us. They were all Italians, and all were very charming. A couple of them were sexy and hot.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten to refill my container of birth control pills so when I opened it to take my pill Friday morning, there was only one left. With no prescription, I couldn't get it a refill so my pussy was left unprotected.

When I told Max my problem and said he would have to pull out before he came, use my ass, or let me suck him off, his cock got hard as stone immediately. He had me in bed fucking me like a wild man five minutes after I had told him that he would be screwing an unprotected pussy for the rest of the weekend. Nobody had to tell me that this Italian stud wasn't going to pull out... just the opposite... he couldn't wait to blow his huge load up my unprotected cunt.

When I felt him beginning to hit into me with hard, short strokes as his cock expanded and jerked inside me, I knew he was about to cum. I tried once more. "Please, Max. Don't cum in me. Pull out, Honey, and let me suck it or use my ass."

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Italian guys... aaaahhhh fuckkkk... Italian guys don't pull out of women... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! We cum in'em! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Shit! Almost there, Cheryl... get ready, HERE IT CUMS!!"

I struggled but Max was too powerful, too strong, and far, far too hot to let me get away. Holding my legs high and wide, he kept my pussy in place as he hammered hard, deep thrusts into the bottom of my vagina. I felt his cock jerk and contract as he fired a huge volley of cum into me. A moment later, his prick contracted again sending a second gush of semen and sperm up against my womb. Max's cock contracted and ejaculated six or seven times before he had emptied his balls.

After that, he couldn't get enough of my hot body and unprotected pussy, and every time he screwed me that weekend, he filled me with another huge cum load. Although I thought I might still be several days away from my fertile period, it really pissed me off that he wouldn't pull out when he fucked me. In fact, he was pumping as much cum as he could muster into me trying to knock me up.

The night before we left, when I was even closer to my fertile period, was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Max invited all his associates to our suite for a party. There were seven guys plus Max and only one guy brought along another woman. So the two of us ended up being the entertainment for the party. The last man didn't leave until almost 3 AM.

To be fair to Max, when the party was getting started after dinner around 9 PM, I didn't utter one peep of protest. As soon as Marzio entered our suite with another one of Max's friends, I nearly had an orgasm just looking at him.

At 6'2", 190 lbs of what looked like solid, powerful muscle, long, wavy black hair, thick eyebrows above penetrating dark eyes, and a thick, long bulge in his tight slacks, he just oozed sex appeal. I flirted with him shamelessly... leaning over to let him see my tits... letting my short skirt slid up to the tops of my thighs so he could see all of my legs, and then bending over showing him part of my ass.

I was accustomed to men who didn't know how to handle an openly flirtatious woman. Marzio was easily up to the challenge. He made all the right moves and said all the right things in a sensuous voice that had my vagina oozing. Even though I knew my pussy was unprotected, I still wanted him to fuck me. Maybe he would pull out or cum in my mouth or ass. Or maybe I wasn't yet fertile. It didn't matter. I wanted him.

He kept me waiting... letting me simmer in my own pussy juices. I got so hot at one point, I took out my tits and rubbed them against his back as I clung to him with all eight men watching me. Later, thinking back, I knew that it really wasn't surprising that Joanne and I ended up being gang banged.

After a couple of hours, Marzio must have decided that I was as hot and ready as any woman could possibly be. I had already had two small orgasms from this hung, handsome stud turning me on with his voice, light touches, and making certain I could always see the huge bulge of his erection.

We were sitting on the couch when he abruptly moved over, kissed me, and then jerked my top open to release both of my big tits. I felt my skirt being jerked high on my thighs. His hand moved between them and covered my soaked panties at the same time as his mouth sucked in one of my hard, sensitive nipples. All the other men heard me groaning and saw my hips thrusting hard against the hand that was forcing my panties deep inside my sex trench as it sent shock waves through my cunt. My hips rose off the couch and humped helplessly in the air.

I came and lost track of what was happening other than the fact that this awesome stud was making repeated, intense climaxes erupt inside my pussy. The next thing I knew, Marzio had me standing up. He had already pulled my skirt and panties down and had his face buried between my buttocks ... his tongue plunging in and out of my ass.

"OOohhhhhhh fuckkkkk... that's good... aahhhhh... don't stop... please... don't stop!" I came again as he tongue fucked my ass.

I was shaking when he pushed me to my knees and laid his huge phallus over my face... spanking me with it like it was a club... which, in fact, it was... a huge fuck club! I sucked it... oh my god... I sucked it like I was starved for cock.

After a few minutes, Marzio was sinking his entire length into my throat on every thrust. He was so thick that it felt like it might dislocate my jaw, but there was no way I could bring myself to stop. He had marvelous control... I had none... my cunt was erupting as I sucked him... again and again.

Slowly, he withdrew his throbbing organ from my mouth, put me on my hands and knees, moved behind me, and entered my convulsing, wide open cunt. He fucked me like a powerful stallion mounted on a mare. I gasped, grunted, and wailed as I felt his huge shaft stretching me, pounding me, driving to the bottom of my cunt on every stroke. Saliva was running from my mouth as my mouth gaped open with my tongue wagging uncontrollably in the air. Each time my pussy erupted, I screamed and begged him to fuck me harder. Max told me later that every man at the party had his cock out jerking off waiting his turn inside my pussy.

Marzio lifted me and put me on my back on a table with my legs up on his shoulders. I remember feeling his cock swelling and jerking hard inside my vagina. I knew he was about to cum, and I suddenly remembered that my pussy was unprotected.

"Please, Marzio. I ran out of birth control pills. My pussy isn't protected. Please don't cum in me. Let me suck you off... please," I begged.

I knew I should have warned him earlier, not when he was on the verge of shooting what had to be an absolutely monster load after fucking me for over an hour. He stopped with his thick cock buried deep inside my vagina. I could easily feel it throbbing and pulsing... eager to flood my hot hole with potent sperm and semen.

In his velvet, hot voice, he said, "You sexy, hot Slut. Either you beg me to shoot my load into your fertile cunt, or I'll pull out, whip your teasing ass with my belt until your ass is burning, and then I'll take my cock into to Joanne and use her cunt. You've got ten seconds to decide or I whip your prick teasing ass!"

"One... two... three... four... five... six... "

"SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT INTO ME, YOU HOT BIG-COCKED STUD. BREED ME, MARZIO. CUM IN MY CUNT... HURRY... I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!"

I think Marzio continued to pump cum into me for almost a minute. When he finished, a huge river of cum poured out of my widely stretched cunt hole.

After Marzio finished with me, the other men who had been screwing Joanne in the other bedroom, turned their attention to me while Marzio went to sample Joanne's pussy and mouth. Almost immediately, I found myself sucking one guy, jacking off two more, while a fourth man finger fucked me.

I have no idea how many times Joanne got fucked, but every guy there had me at least twice, and some did me three times. Usually, guys like to be sucked off or do some anal sex, but I was sure Max had told them about my unprotected pussy because every single one them shot off inside my cunt every time they fucked me. I knew if I was fertile, I was certainly pregnant by the time the party ended... there was no way I was going to escape the 16 loads of sperm being pumped into me.

The eight hung studs spent the entire night fucking us. Maybe they
were cumming inside Joanne’s ass but they always shot
their loads into my unprotected pussy.

I quit my job on Tuesday morning. Max apologized, but his behavior was so inconsiderate, I had no interest in working for and under him any longer. Fortunately, I didn't get pregnant, but I still quit.

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If you enjoyed Part 1 - Teenage and Single years, be certain to read Part 2 of Cheryl's Heat - The Making of a Hot Wife. This part will be posted in the near future.

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Comments

Hallo RLM,

ich habe Deine Geschichte gelesen, ich fand sie sehr GUT !!! Ich muß Dir sagen ich habe schon viele von deiner Geschichten gelesen. Sie waren für mich immer gut geschrieben. Denn ich bin sehr kritisch. Ich hoffe das Dein 2 Teil Bald kommt denn wir haben ja schon 2023. Denn ich bin ein sehr ungeduldiger Leser.

Einen schönen Gruß von mir und ein gesundes neues Jahr Uwe

Uwe Mutrok said:
Hallo RLM,

ich habe Deine Geschichte gelesen, ich fand sie sehr GUT !!! Ich muß Dir sagen ich habe schon viele von deiner Geschichten gelesen. Sie waren für mich immer gut geschrieben. Denn ich bin sehr kritisch. Ich hoffe das Dein 2 Teil Bald kommt denn wir haben ja schon 2023. Denn ich bin ein sehr ungeduldiger Leser.

Einen schönen Gruß von mir und ein gesundes neues Jahr Uwe

Hey, RLM.

Chris here (yes, Cheryl's Chris) still want to thank you again, even after more than a decade these stories were wonderful! Hope you are well and take care my friend.

Cheryl's Heat: Part 1-Teenage and Single Years

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