She fought down the tear. The sound of the dial tone finally jarred her into putting the receiver back on the hook. She tried to understand how he could do it. He had promised to be home for supper at six! It was their anniversary.
The phrases rang in her ears – "something's come up" – "vital report" – "unavoidable, probably have to stay in town all night."
Kim looked at the dinner table, the candles, the gleaming crystal, the newly polished silver. Then she looked down at herself, at the sleek, clinging floor-length dress. The cleavage to her navel revealed the inner curves of her breasts. Her back was bare to the swell of her rump.
She kept hearing him say, "Sorry… I'm sorry… I'm really sorry." Her disappointment turned to anger. Well, he was going to be really sorry! Because she was going to prove to him, and to herself, that she could interest men, and not just boys who wanted to get their rocks off.
As she backed the car out of the garage, she nicked the dress up to keep it out from under her feet, and told herself bitterly that she had tried to live by the rules. For a solid month now she had tried. She had avoided Perry, though conscious of the puzzled hurt in his eyes. She had dodged Al, ignored the insolent wisdom in his face. She had even rejected Jenny when she had suggested a joint session with the vibrator.
Kim's twat was a searing knot of horniness. Well, tonight the rules were off. If Walter was too dense to notice her, she would find someone who would. A man, a real man! Walter could go fuck his dictaphone for all she cared.
The only trouble was, it had been so long since she had been out alone, she had no idea where to start. The lights of a shopping center caught her eye. She pulled in and studied the line-up of stores and shops. A tavern. Just what she needed!
She was suddenly scared. Not scared of what she was about to do. Thinking of that only made her horniness rise. She was terrified that no one would notice her. That was the real honor, the thought that she would be ignored. That would be the final blow.
It would mean that she would be reduced to seducing kids barely beyond puberty. She had to prove that she wasn't a cradle robber. She had, to prove that she was attractive to mature men, and that she could find satisfaction with them, not just with hairless, trim kids.
She twisted the rear-view mirror and checked her reflection, patted one stray curl into place. Her make-up was still perfect. It was so delicately applied it was hardly noticeable. Angling the mirror lower, she adjusted the neckline of the dress. The only flaw had been the faint stripe of her bikini top. A little body make-up had fixed that.
Her tits were hard, her palms sweaty, as she slipped out of the car and started for the bar. She felt unbelievably conspicuous under the hard glare of the mercury lights. As she crossed the parking lot she had the feeling that the few shoppers were staring at her, at her elegant dress, at her lithe beauty.
It made her stand a little bit straighter. A man just about to enter the bar opened the door for her and stood aside. She nodded to him as she swept through the door like a queen.
The brightness of the parking lot was replaced by the dim yellow glow of candles. To the right was the bar: gleaming dark wood, red-cushioned swivel stools. A few booths with small round tables were tucked up against a partition. Behind the partition, tables were set for dinner.
"Two?" a waitress asked, taking two menus out of a holder.
Kim glanced around, puzzled. Then she realized the waitress had made a mistake. The man who had held the door was standing behind Kim, trying to get past her.
"I'm alone," Kim said, stepping aside so the man could get by her. He sat down at the far end of the bar, and studied her reflection in the mirror behind the ranked bottles.
"One," the waitress corrected suspiciously, putting one menu back.
"I'll have dinner later," Kim said, heading for the bar.
When she cased onto one of the stools, the bartender eyed her warily, then made his way towards her. "We have table service if you'd care to sit in a booth," he said diplomatically.
Kim met his gaze steadily. "This will be fine, thank you. A vodka martini, very dry."
Evidently he had correctly gauged her determination; he didn't try to argue her away from the bar. Kim dug into her purse for money while he made her drink. Then he was back, putting down a little square cocktail napkin, placing the martini on it. She slid a bill across the shining wood.
"It's been taken care of," he said, with a trace of disapproval.
Kim looked up and caught the eye of the man who had held the door. He grinned, and she nodded politely. The way he was looking at her made her heart race. She drew the money back and put it in her purse.
The martini was barely starting to warm her blood when her benefactor left his seat, and, drink in hand, slid onto the stool next to her. "Are you alone?"
"Not any longer," she answered, returning his stare boldly. His eyes slid down from her face, to her barely concealed breasts, then came back up to meet her eyes. "You like?" she asked.
"Very nice," he assured her. "For sale?" She was a little startled by his bluntness. "No!" she replied, more sharply than she intended. Then she softened her tone. "Not for sale."
He cocked his head with regret. "Too bad I'm meeting some buddies of mine here."
"Why is that too bad?" she asked.
"There are certain things that are better done just two by two," he answered. "Rather than going four on one on a fast break."
The basketball terminology was lost on Kim, but she got the general idea. "That depends on your inclinations," she replied softly, her eyes holding his firmly.
He frowned warily. "What's your game, anyway?"
She licked her lips and felt her chest tighten and her nipples stiffen. "No game. No limits. No strings. No charge."
"No limits?" he asked cautiously.
"None." Her cunt was steaming.
"Hey, there he is!" someone called from the door.
"Prove it," he said to her as the three newcomers started towards them.
"How?" she asked as the extra men surrounded her and listened to the word play.
He didn't answer, but touched her thigh. She flinched, then sat perfectly still. One slender arm was resting on the bar, with the fingers on the empty martini glass. Her other hand was in her lap. His hand slid from her knee toward her crotch. She didn't move. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the soft clinging material of the dress was not going to hide that fact from him. His thumb pressed down near the upper edge of her pussy. She licked her lips.
"What's happening?" one of the new men, a blond, asked.
"Quiet," one with dark wavy hair ordered softly.
The man who had bought Kim the drink shifted his hand from her thigh to her shoulder. He slowly slipped the strap of her dress over, farther and farther. She felt more and more of her breast being exposed. Finally, her nipple eased free, jutted into the cool air of the bar as the dress slipped down her arm. Kim's guts were boiling as the four men eyed her bared tit.
When she was sure they realized her ultimate intentions, she shrugged back into the dress, slipped it over her breast just as the bartender descended on them.
"What'll it be, gents?" he asked, in a way that was a warning against any trouble.
"Nothing, Mac," the man who had first held the door for her answered. "We're leaving."
Kim could hear the bartender thinking good riddance, as she was helped down from the stool, surrounded by the four men, and escorted to the door.
"My car's right here," the blond indicated, pointing to a big sedan.
"We'll go to your pad, since you're the bachelor," the man who had picked Kim up said, nodding to the guy with the wavy dark hair. "First names only," he announced. "I'm Jack. The blond there is Dennis. The handsome one is Tony, and four-eyes there is Sid."
Kim scanned them, matching names to features, not that it mattered. She knew she would never see any of them again. "I'm Kim."
Dennis drove. Tony sat in the front seat with him. Kim was sandwiched in the back seat between Jack and Sid. Jack's tweed sports jacket was rough against her arm.
At Tony's apartment, Kim didn't waste any time. Her cunt was already a boiling swamp of hunger. She also didn't dare hesitate, for fear she would chicken out. If she tried that, at this point, she was sure things would turn ugly.
She checked that they were all watching her and crossed the modem living room. The overhead light played over her smooth shoulders. She turned, and slipped one strap down and off, bared that breast. The other strap followed, so she was stripped to the waist in a moment. Beads of sweat gleamed on the men's upper lips as they stared hungrily at her nude torso, her aroused nipples, the rise and fall of her tense breasts.
Hooking her thumbs in her dress, she skinned it down over her hips, let it fall around her ankles. She was nude. She carefully stepped out of it and left it crumpled on the floor.
She became the center of a swarming knot of men. Hands pinched and stroked her bared tits, probed her pussy, fondled her waist and belly. Her nipples were being pinched and tortured, her cunt rudely poked.
"Easy!" she grunted at a particularly brutal probing of her buff. "You'll all get a chance. Let's have a drink first, okay?"
Reluctantly, they abandoned her, left her feeling rumpled and aroused. She carefully spread herself on the couch. Half reclining, she accepted the offered drink. They were all staring at her hungrily.
"What's the bit, anyway?" Dennis asked Jack. He acted as if she weren't present, even though he was staring right at her.
"No limits," Jack answered. "You saw in the bar. No limits, no charge, no strings."
"You mean, she'll do anything?" Dennis asked, not believing his ears.
"That's what she said," Jack assured him. "And I believe her."
Kim looked from one to the other, her eyes very steady, her guts in a turmoil. She wondered why she didn't feel hornier. The horniness was there, but it was like a low pilot light, rather than a searing flame. "Before the night is out, I'll prove it," she promised, fingering one of her breasts languidly. Her legs were crossed, not out of modesty, but for comfort. They could see a triangle of pussy hair between her sleek thighs as she toyed with her clit and sipped her drink.
Dennis began unfastening his belt. He ran his zipper down and bared his jutting dark. He wrapped his hand around his thrusting cock and waved it at her. "You can start praying it right now. Come suck my dick."
Kim's lust flared up. The man should have looked ludicrous, his trousers down around his ankles, his shirt parted by his hard-on. But all she saw was his cock: ivory-shafted, pink-knobbed. A thick shining drop of mice started toward the floor on a lengthening gossamer strand.
Kim lowered her feet to the floor and turned around on the sofa. Reaching out, she gripped the head of Dennis' dick, and drew him towards her. He stumbled, then kicked free of his tangled pants and loafers.
Kim leaned forward and guided his pecker to her mouth. Holding his prick steady, she licked it while the other three men closed in to watch hungrily. She licked and lapped at Dennis' dork, curled her tongue to its curve as she stroked the underside, bathed the rounded head.
Then she closed her lips around the hot, hard shaft and slid it toward the back of her mouth. Holding the base with one hand, she eased it farther and farther back. At the same time, she gently cupped her fingers under his balls and let them roll around on her palm.
Her lips rounded by his cock, she sucked. She let the bulbous head jam into her throat, tried to swallow it like it was a too-big bite of steak. Dennis gripped her head and forced her to take more of his dong, jammed his throbbing hard-on down her throat.
Then she regained control of her head and began moving it back and forth, began fucking his dick in and out of her maw and sliding her tongue along the underside. Hot juices boiled from the tip and coated her tongue. A trickle of spit drizzled down her chin as she coated his prick with saliva.
There were rustlings and stirrings around her as the three watching men struggled with their own clothes. They stripped without taking their eyes off her cock-sucking. She was surrounded by a forest of peckers.
She felt Dennis' balls drawing up close to his groin, felt his ass clenching. He was about to cum. She stroked his dong with her tongue, then backed away so his dick tip was just beyond her lips. She wanted them to see her take the jetting spurts, so they would know she was getting his creamy load. She pumped her fist on his spitty prick, cupped the tip of her tongue under the knob as the shaft spasmed in her grasp.
The first stinging shot went clear to the back of her throat and almost made her choke. The next spurts were thicker and heavier and slapped down on her tongue. She eased forward and engulfed the fountaining dork with her mouth, and absorbed gout after gout of semen. She swallowed the foaming waves of saliva and man-juice.
The spurting died away. She sucked, drew the last dribbles of jizz from Dennis' exhausted prick. As his pecker drooped, she released it and licked it clean with long sweeps of her tongue.
No sooner had she finished the blonde's dick, than there were hands on her, turning her, pressing her down on the sofa. She lay back. Feeling strangely detached from her body, she spread her legs, exposed her steaming twat. She felt chill air stroke her aroused pussy folds.
Jack was between her legs now. As his friends looked on, he aimed his cock into her raging pussy. Kim reached down and helped his dick find the target, then looked around at the others as she was drilled by Jack's mammoth dork. She clutched him hard and let lust roar through her as her channel was jammed with dick.
With one heel hooked over the back of the sofa, the other foot trailing to the floor, she was wantonly split as Jack humped between her thighs. She writhed and heaved, let her hips rock and roll with wanton abandon. Every stroke of Jack's prick set her cunt on fire; her clit was pounded, pinched and rolled as his pubic bone slammed against her. His hands mashed her breasts as he pried in between his chest and hers. He bruised and scraped her tender globes. His thick mat of chest hair burned her flesh.
She was rising upwards on a foaming wave of pleasure. The knowledge that three men were watching as she took dick made her lust roar higher. She writhed in exhibitionistic wantonness. She loved being fucked in full view and bright light by a total stranger, while other strangers waited their turns. She could still taste Dennis' cum as she humped and hunched her way toward a fountaining cumming. She clawed at Jack's back as he rammed into her harder and harder.
He crammed deep into her, and she sank her nails into his clenching tail. She let a moan of lust escape her lips as she felt searing waves of sperm juice hammer her innards. Her twat spasmed madly around the spurting prick. The two convulsions reinforced each other until she and Jack were both jerking madly.
Then Jack was off and away, and Tony was climbing between her ravaged thighs. The feel of his cock ramming into her flooded hole made her heave and groan. She sank her nails into his shoulders. His hips hammered at her and his cock slammed into her with quick, sharp, hard drives that rocked her to the core. His pubic bone cracked against hers with the force of a sledgehammer, sent shock waves jolting up her spine to her eyeballs.
Her thighs rubbed raw by Tony's hairy hips, Kim let her cumming foam over her as she clawed his muscular, hairy back. Her chest was being scoured by his thick mat of hair. Her tits were bruised and sore from being ground between her ribs and his, and before his, Jack's. The cum in her belly was swilling around as the mammoth cock stirred her cunt.
Tony dug under her hips and sank bruising fingers into her butt, held her as he rammed her. His teeth sank into her shoulder as he humped into her gaping groin. She felt him lurch, between her thighs. Then he was full depth in her, and his dick was leaping and spurting like a firehose gone berserk. Yet another wave of male cream flooded her already swamped body, filled her to overflowing with thick fluid. She felt it flowing back out between her spasming cunt walls and his still-spurting dick. A hot, tickling trickle drizzled down from her gorged snatch, spilled over her bung hole, burned coldly between her ass cheeks as Tony yanked the globes apart and drained his balls into her.
Tony lay panting on her as his dick slowly withdrew from her depths. Finally, he heaved up off her. Kim lay sprawled on the sofa, dazed from the ravaging. Her twat was spasming as if in search of something. That something was not long in coming! Sid knocked his glasses against her cheek as he rammed his dick blindly at her. Reaching down, Kim grasped his pecker and directed it to her inundated hole. His first stroke pistoned in, and displaced a wave of jizz that spurted goolly down her ass. He fucked her with quick, nearly delirious jammings of his hips, slammed into her fast and hard, made her cunt blaze from the friction.
She was cumming. Again? Or still? She didn't know, and didn't really care. She didn't even try to hold onto the man on her, just lay there limply as he rammed into her. She felt boneless and crushed and drowned. She was barely aware of a snapping sound. Her ears were ringing with lust and the sound of cock pounding cunt. Then Sid hunched hard and she felt his cream spurt into her depths. Her twat gave a few exhausted spasms of its own. She moaned as flames flickered up and then faded away.
"Jesus, a camera?" Sid asked as he hauled himself up off her.
Kim blinked and focused blurrily on Jack just as he snapped the shutter, captured her on film. She was wantonly sprawled wide open. Her pussy was sadden with the cum of three men and her chin was crusty with jizz and spit from sucking the fourth. If ever there was a gross, pornographic display, this was it.
The camera flicked at her again, and she smiled weakly, felt a crazy trickle of pleasure. Let the whole world see! What did she care? Besides, she had told them there were no limits. She couldn't go back on that now.
"Sure will liven up those long lonely nights an the road," Tony chortled.
"Yeah! And you don't have a wife you have to hide the photographs from," Dennis griped.
"Ain't my fault you got hitched," Tony pointed out.
The camera snapped again. It was one that developed its own prints, Kim noted idly as she lay there, her legs still spread wide. Trying to increase the sexiness of the pose, she cupped her breasts and fingered her rigid rubbery nipples. Jack obligingly snapped another picture.
"You got any more film?" he asked Tony while Kim lay languidly on the sofa.
"Sure," Tony said, getting another film pack.
"How… how about some action shots?" Sid suggested.
"Hey, yeah!" Dennis said avidly.
"How are you gonna hide them from your wife?" Tony teased.
"You let me worry about that," Dennis snapped.
"What sort of action?" Jack asked.
"Anything!" Dennis answered, nervously brushing back his blond hair.
"How about she sucks your dick again?" Jack suggested, focusing the camera on Kim.
"Okay, but I want to screw her next," Dennis said.
"So don't cum in her mouth already," Jack snorted.
"Sit up," Dennis ordered.
Obediently, Kim drew her lop together, and turned and sat on sofa. She was boiling inside with mingled lust and disgust. She leaned forward and encircled Dennis' dick with her dainty lips. Then she gently fondled his testicles. She heard the camera snap at her. It was a hungry, carnivorous sound.
She kept sucking on his cock until he pushed her away. She leaned forward and peered curiously at a developing print. Her insides curled with horniness when she saw the photograph of her mouth stuffed with cock.
"Now me," Tony ordered, presenting his thrusting hard-on.
Kim engulfed his dong with her lips, and heard the camera grab her gross image once again. But Tony didn't give her time to really suck his dong – just left her with a lingering taste of jizz and her own cunt juices as he quickly retrieved his dong from her lips.
Then it was Jack, with Tony handling the camera. Finally, Sid produced yet another dong for her to devour. She slouched back on the couch, her mouth thick with the taste of sex. The men clustered around the photographs, drooled over them. She wondered if this was all there was to be. She felt a twinge of regret.
Reaching for her glass, she sluiced away the sex taste with a swallow of alcohol. The smokey bite of the Scotch warmed her belly. She crossed her legs, pinched her oozing slit shut. Idly, she studied the men who had fucked her. The sight of their dangling cocks did nothing for her. She found their hairy bodies vaguely repulsive. Yet, at the same time, attractive. She couldn't help comparing them with Perry, who was so young and clean-looking. She found the men's mature sexiness a little disgusting.
Jack looked up to where he was, coating the prints and leered at her hungrily. "No limits," he marveled.
Kim managed a tight smile and felt her insides steam up again. "None," she answered.
"Hey, how about some shots of her getting fucked?" Dennis asked.
"Why not?" Kim responded, her insides coiling tighter. Why not, after all? The only thing she hadn't done so far was get burned; and she suspected that was going to come sooner or later.
Probably, she let them pose her, find an angle that would show the actual penetration of her snatch. She was a toy in their hands, a living doll. They had her sit, on her back, kneel on hands and knees, and finally stand. She was bent forward and her hands were placed on the back of the sofa. Her ass jutted back towards them. A cock plunged into her flooded channel. The camera snickered at her as her hole was drilled by dick after dick.
Their first urges satisfied, the men now seemed prepared to cling to their hard-ons. They showed no interest in finishing their stroking in her. And, actually, she had no desire to make them cum, because she knew that would bring the evening to a close.
And, when the evening came to an end, she was going to have to face herself, and what she had done. So, she abandoned herself to the mad lust, let it blot out her worries. She let the four strangers fuck her and photograph her over and over again.
"Christ," Dennis growled at one point. "Wish the fuck my wife would do something like this."
"What? Whore for the whole town?" Jack guffawed.
"No, but let herself go a little," Dennis answered.
"I wouldn't mind getting a stroke into her hole," Tony admitted with rakish glee.
"I wouldn't mind you doing it," Dennis answered recklessly. "But she'd never go for it."
"Why don't you ask her?" Kim said suddenly.
"Huh?"
Kim eyed him. "How do you know she won't do it, unless you ask her!"
"Are you saying she'd go for Tony here?" Dennis asked.
Kim pursed her lips. "Put it to her the right way, under the right circumstances, and she might. She just might."
"Ridiculous," Dennis snorted, turning away. But Kim could see she had started the wheels turning in his head. Tony grinned at her. She grinned back.
"I… ah… hate to bring this up, but it's getting kinda late," Jack pointed out.
Kim spoke up quickly, almost desperately. "How about a last go around? Anything goes?"
"How about it!" Sid agreed. His tone was so horny it made her hair stand on end.
"Save time," Kim added, choking on her desperation. "Two at a time."
"Right on!" Tony agreed and guffawed loudly.
Before she could back down, Kim found herself on her knees on the sofa. Her elbows were resting on the arm. Behind her, Sid was aiming his cock between her thighs, and then sinking his tool deep in her cunt from behind. In front of her, Tony waved his heavy hard-on at her lips. Leaning forward, she engulfed the towering dork while lust raged up inside her. She felt the cock piston in her cunt, and sucked hard on Tony, took his prick to the back of her throat. Then, instead of letting him draw back and push in again, she worked her lips like she was devouring an over-sized string of spaghetti. She slowly worked his cock-head deeper and deeper, drove more and more of his hot, thrusting prick down her throat. Inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch, she took dick, until she had his cock-head down her gullet. Her nose was buried in Tony's thick bush. His hands were locked behind her head. He rammed his hips forward.
Kim held it as long as she could. She felt Sid pumping his dong in her snatch. A vague vibration drummed up through her body. Her vaginal walls were numb they had been pounded so many times by so many cocks. She felt Sid's balls drumming her pussy as he humped into her with quick, sharp drives. The camera was snapping at her again. She held Tony's cock in her throat as long as she could, until sparkles danced in her eyes and her lungs were aching for air. Then she pushed at his thighs, drove him away, and extracted his cock-head from her distended glottis so she could suck in a life-saving breath.
Tony raped her mouth with his dick again and again, but she never let, him as deep as he had been the first time. She stroked the ridged length of his pecker with her tongue, sucked hard on it, drew more blood into the already distended mass. Sid's cock slammed into her harder and harder. He was brushing her buttocks with his hips. His balls curved under and slapped her clit, sent little bolts of lightning ripping through her.
Tony's cock swelled, and spat, and she began choking on his jizz as he gripped her ears. She swallowed the head of his jetting dork once again, wedged his cock-knob into her throat as he geysered gout after gout of creamy, aromatic semen down to her belly. Her twat spasmed around Sid's dick. She felt him lurching in her cuntal depths as he poured another steaming load into her guts.
She was nothing more than a tank for their sperm! Tony and Sid unburdened their balls, then dropped away, left her panting and gasping, her head hanging wearily.
The shifting and jerking of the sofa warned her something was coming. The touch of someone's dick at her asshole made her moan, made lust rage upwards through her.
"Hey, man, that's the wrong hole!" someone commented.
"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," Dennis chuckled, pushing his dick against Kim's brown bung. Kim moaned and pressed her forehead down on the arm of the sofa. She fought to open her asshole to him. His path was greased by the waves of jizz that had flooded from her twat. She felt his pecker slowly prying her open, wider and wider, as he thrust mercilessly at her asshole.
The camera snapped, and her shitter winked, and Dennis' dick gained what felt like a mile but was probably a quarter of an inch. Then a cock bobbing inches from her eyes distracted her from the burning pleasure of her buggering. She lifted her head, saw that Jack was holding his dick to her lips. She leaned forward and kissed his pecker-tip, then slowly slid it into her mouth as Dennis gained pound in her butthole.
The cock in between her teeth did something to Kim. She felt her asshole relax. Dennis' dork burned through her dilated sphincter, pistoned far, far into her ass tunnel. Finally, his hips jammed up against her butt and his balls swung and slapped her drowned pussy. Jack clutched her head and screwed his dick down her throat. It opened to admit his prick.
For a fleeting, flashing moment, Kim had a vision of the heads of the two cocks meeting somewhere deep in her body – two moles going opposite ways in the same tunnel. She wondered if they realized they were both using the same hole, just different ends of it.
Then Dennis pistoned his dick in her tail, and everything vanished in the mingled pleasure and pain of the buggering. Jack stroked his dick in and out of her mouth, rammed it down her throat as she fought to suck in a desperate breath. She choked, then managed to synchronize her breathing with Jack's strokes. Her nose was being battered against his pubic arch as he rammed the full length of his bloated dork into her willing mouth.
Dennis' dick felt like it was puffing her inside out, then stuffing it all back in. Kim was cumming. Her twat dripped stupidly as if it had a cock in it. She was a pipe for cocks! The raging torrent of pleasure swept her brain away in a tattered whirl. When Jack began to jet his load down her throat, send it to join the other loads already flooding her belly, she carved another notch in her cumming climb. And when she felt the dick in her ass pulsating like a live animal, giving her a semen enema, she crested into a glittering never-never land of carnal pleasure that wiped away the last vestiges of her consciousness.
She roused to the feeling of the cold edge of a glass being pressed to her lips. She swallowed and choked as straight Scotch seared her already battered throat. She slowly became aware of a multitude of pains. The insides of her thighs were raw. Her chest felt like it had a bad sunburn from the hair burns. Her twat was a mass of abused tissue. She had a sore throat from swallowing cocks. Her asshole felt as if she had just taken too big a shit.
"You okay?" Jack asked, worried.
Kim managed to nod. She was afraid to talk with her ravaged throat. She glanced around, saw that the men were all dressed. She was still naked.
"Dennis is ready to drive us back to the bar to get our cam," Jack pointed out. "He's got to be getting home or his wife will start to worry."
Kim thought sarcastically that was really very thoughtful of him. She was helped to sit up. The room whirled around her for a moment as she felt cum trickle from her pussy.
She got to her feet and slipped her dress on over her aching body. The soft material fell closely and caressingly against her bare flesh. It felt soft and warm and loving.
"Uh, here," Jack added, thrusting something into her hands. She looked down. It was a sheaf of photographs. She leafed through them, amazed. There was one of each of the men a they took her, one way or another.
"Why?" she croaked.
"We didn't want you to think we'd blackmail you," Dennis explained, fiddling absently with his keys.
"This way, you could blackmail us as easily as we could you," Tony added.
She looked at the four of them, and felt a wave of gratitude that made her eyes sting. "Thanks," she said homely. "Thank you very much."
Later, safely in her own car, she watched them retreat to theirs and drive away. The parking lot was nearly deserted. A few cars were parked near the all night drugstore at the far end. Wearily, she started the engine, then glanced in the rear-view mirror. It had been jostled around so she saw her own reflection. The only sign on her face of what had happened was the blurring of her make-up, and her total lack of lipstick. That she had left on the cocks. She hoped the married guys would wash it off before their wives saw it.