Clutching the trophy which proclaimed her the most beautiful girl in the state, Wendy left the auditorium stage to a thunder of applause and the blinding explosion of flashbulbs. She felt ecstatic. Now she was guaranteed a shot at the Miss North America title.
Just one more contest to win, and she'd be the most famous and sought-after girl in the country. She'd be rich from prize money and invited to be in movies and on television. Wendy's heart pounded just to think of it. But before she could give the finals her full concentration, she had a debt to pay.
Back at her hotel room, she quickly changed out of her evening gown and into simple jeans and jersey and sandals. She meant to keep the deal she'd made with Senator Horn, but she wasn't going to knock herself out for him. In exchange for the state title, she'd have to spend the night with him, but that didn't mean she had to dress up.
Wendy was interviewed by some reporters who managed to find her hotel room, and they made her out to be a simple innocent country girl dazzled by her own success. She wondered how they'd react if they knew the real story – that she'd fucked her way to the top. But of course no one must ever know that. She wanted the world to believe that she'd made it just on her looks and talent.
Finally the reporters left and Wendy snuck over to the more luxurious hotel where Senator Horn was staying. She rang his buzzer, and the Senator himself opened the door almost immediately.
"Ah, there you are, my dear," he said. "I was beginning to think you'd never show up."
"I had to give some interviews," Wendy said.
Horn grinned. "The price of success," he said, "and I bet you enjoyed every second of it. Come in, come in."
Wendy was hoping to complete her deal with the Senator quickly, just to get it over with and get out. So she was disappointed to see that he had company. A distinguished-looking grey-haired man of about fifty was sitting in the suite sipping a drink. He looked at Wendy intently, almost hungrily.
"Miss Wendy Evans," the Senator announced, "this is my dear old friend Nels Anderson, president of the Anderson Corporation."
"How do you do, sir?" Wendy said, suddenly impressed. She'd read about Nels Anderson many times. He was one of the richest and most powerful executives in the country.
"How do you do, Miss Evans," Anderson said, getting up to shake her hand. "Congratulations on your victory this evening."
Walter Horn pressed a drink into her hand and led her to sit on the couch between him and Anderson. For awhile Wendy was dazzled just to sit next to such a wealthy man. She noticed the expensive material of his suit and the discreet but priceless rings on his fingers. He seemed quiet and modest in spite of his power.
But as the minutes wore on, she began to get impatient. She wanted to be back at her hotel packing, getting ready for the national finals of the contest. She wondered when in hell Walter Horn would get rid of his buddy and take her to bed. She yawned in Horn's direction, hoping he'd take the hint.
"Are you sleepy, my dear?" Horn said. "Why don't you just go hop into bed, then? I'll be along shortly."
Wendy blushed, something she didn't do much any more. She thought it was very tactless of the Senator to let Anderson know she was sleeping with him. But she did as he said, excusing herself and going off to the bedroom. She quickly stripped and got into bed.
Presently she heard voices in the hall, and then Horn and Anderson were in the bedroom. Wendy gawked at them. They were grinning, even snickering like schoolboys, as they both began to undress. Wendy gasped and sat up, the covers falling away to reveal her superb thrusting tits.
"What's going on?" she squeaked. "What are you two doing?"
Horn and Anderson exchanged leering grins.
"Now, just calm down, dear," Horn said. "You and I made a deal, remember?"
"Of course," Wendy said, "but I thought you meant – well, just you and me."
"I asked you to spend the night with me," Horn chuckled. "I didn't say who else would be here."
Wendy didn't waste any more time talking. She leaped out of bed and made for the door. The two men went absolutely still as they eyed her lovely tall naked body, focusing hungrily on her big wobbling boobs and the dainty little fur patch of her muff.
"You can forget your deal, Senator," Wendy said angrily. "I wouldn't dream of doing a thing like this."
"Very well, my dear," Horn grinned, "but don't you think you'll need your clothes?"
"Oh, damn," Wendy said, flushing with embarrassment. Horn was right, she couldn't very well return to her hotel stark naked.
But as she turned back to get her clothes, the men grabbed them, Horn snatching up her panties and jeans, Anderson her bra and shirt. Wendy cursed and chased them, but the laughing men were too fast for her. Finally, flushed and panting, she flopped onto the bed to catch her breath.
"You'd better give me back my clothes," she snapped.
"We will, my dear," Horn laughed, "as soon as you do what we want. Please be reasonable, Wendy. What's the difference between balling one man or two? After all, I went out on a limb to get you that title, and I think you owe me quite a big favor."
Wendy seethed. She'd never minded balling just one man to get what she wanted, but this proposed little orgy seemed wicked and unnatural. Yet she saw no way out of it. Horn was right, she did owe him a pretty big favor – and she couldn't leave without her clothes, either.
"Damn you," she hissed.
"That's the spirit, my dear," Horn chuckled. "Now you just be a good girl and do what we want for a few hours. Then you can go."
Resigning herself to it, Wendy stretched out on the bed and watched the men finish undressing. She was familiar with Horn's tall lean body, but she was curious about Anderson. He was squarely built, short but strong, and his chest was matted with white hairs. Wendy's interest picked up as he lowered his pants.
Anderson sported a stiff six-inch dick that sprang from a nest of silver hairs and hugged his belly. His cock was relatively short but quite thick, ending in a huge knobby purple head. Horn was hard, too, his eight-inch prick wagging lewdly before him. The two men approached the bed grinning.
"Please be very nice to Nels, Wendy," the Senator said. "He's a very old friend of mine, and he's contributed heavily to my campaign funds."
Wendy got the idea. Just as she'd made a deal with Horn to get the beauty title, so Horn had made a deal with Anderson to get the title of Senator. With his millions, Anderson could buy just about any office in the nation. But now Senator Walter Horn had to pay his debt by sharing Wendy with the millionaire.
Wendy tried to control her nervous trembling as the two men climbed onto the bed beside her, one on each side. She'd never dreamed that she'd have to take on two guys at once. Horn and Anderson reached out and started playing with her big hot silky tits. It was just too kinky to be believed.
"Don't be so nervous, my dear," Horn said. "We're going to have a lot of fun."
Wendy sincerely doubted that, but she resigned herself to going through with it. Presently Anderson abandoned her hot heaving breasts, leaving Horn to paw the ripe pale melons, and ran his hand down her sleek body to pet the warm little curls of her bush.
"Beautiful," the millionaire sighed, "just beautiful. You sure know how to pick 'em, Walt."
It was the first time he'd spoken since their introduction. Horn chuckled and said, "It isn't often you get your own personal beauty queen to fuck, eh, Nels?"
Wendy blushed. She felt like a piece of livestock, some mindless thing on display for their amusement. Anderson slipped his hand between her satiny thighs and started to pet her dry unaroused pussy. It was all Wendy could do not to flinch away from him. She just couldn't adjust to the idea of balling two guys at once.
Meanwhile Horn was amusing himself with her tits. He'd nuzzled and kissed the big firm globes, and now he caught Wendy's pretty little brown left nipple between his ups and sucked it deep into his mouth. He started sucking on the dainty bud loudly, wetly.
Wendy wished they were alone together. Then she'd have gotten off on his hungry tit-sucking. But she was distracted by Anderson fumbling around in her crotch. The white-haired millionaire seemed to be exploring every inch of her pussy, stroking and rubbing her clit and cunt-lips and the dry little mouth of her twat.
"She's awfully dry, Walt," he complained at last.
Horn let Wendy's spit-soaked nipple pop from his mouth and gave her a little frown. Apparently it was part of the deal that she be hot and horny for these two pawing middle-aged men. Well, to hell with that. Nobody had told her she'd have to take part in a minor orgy.
"I'll get her ready," Horn said grimly.
They exchanged places, Anderson returning to fondle Wendy's big heaving breasts and Horn reaching into her crotch. Wendy felt just a glimmer of excitement then, recalling how deliciously the Senator had played with her pussy last night. She sighed softly as she felt him taking her dry little clit between his fingers.
"Now just relax, dear," he said soothingly. "We want you to enjoy the evening just as much as we're enjoying it."
He began to knead her clit, briskly, expertly, just as he'd done before. Wendy really didn't want to let herself go in front of two men, but she couldn't help the violent surge of excitement she felt when Horn began to frig her sensitive little clit. Immediately her pussy began to swell and moisten.
"That's it," Horn crooned. "That's the girl."
Wendy reddened, knowing he could feel the growing wetness in her pussy. But there was nothing she could do to stop it, not as long as he was kneading her clit so deliciously. She grew more and more relaxed, sinking back with a little sigh while Horn frigged her and Anderson fondled her boobs.
"It won't be long, Nels," Horn said. "I know just how to get her hot."
"Good," Anderson said. "There's nothing worse than fucking a dry cunt."
Again Wendy had the feeling that she wasn't even a human being to them, that they didn't give a shit about her feelings or wishes. They talked as if she was a giant doll made solely for their amusement. At least it helped that she was getting some real fun out of the game now. Horn's expert fingers kneaded faster and faster on her horny little clit, making her sigh and writhe.
Meanwhile Anderson had taken up where Horn left off, sucking her right nipple deep into his mouth. He made a loud lewd slurping noise as he sucked the soft little bud, and Wendy felt her nipple slowly going erect in his mouth. Horn's expert frigging had made her more open to other pleasures.
"Ummmm," Wendy murmured.
"She's just about ready," Horn said excitedly.
He went on kneading her hot moist clit between his fingers, but now he added another finger, rimming the tight steamy mouth of her cunt. Wendy moaned and creamed a big gush of hot juice over his stroking fingers. Damn him, he really knew how to get to her. She hadn't really wanted to show her lust to two men, but she was rapidly losing her self-control.
Meanwhile her left nipple had gone stiff and rigid in Anderson's mouth, and he abandoned it and dived for the other dainty beige bud. Wendy gasped as he sucked her nipple into the steamy heat of his mouth. Hot pleasure seemed to radiate back and forth between her sucked nipple and her expertly stroked clit and cunt-mouth.
Anderson sucked loudly and greedily on her soft little nipple, gradually urging it into erection, while Horn kept up his naughty finger-play in her pussy, kneading her red-hot clit and rimming her drooling little cunt-mouth. Wendy was quickly losing all her modesty about the situation. All she could think of now was getting off.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed.
Anderson released her gleaming erect nipple from his mouth. He propped himself on an elbow and grinned down at her while Horn frigged her pussy. Wendy wished she could hide from his leering eyes. He was really getting off on watching her mounting pleasure, and it made her uncomfortable.
But thanks to Horn's expert fingers, it wasn't long before she lost her shyness. It felt so good to have her clit and cunt-mouth frigged and stroked that soon she was arching her lovely body upward and hovering on the very brink of orgasm. She let her long legs fall open wider and wider, and her hot aroused cunt-mouth spewed sticky steamy cream all over Horn's fingers.
"She's ready now," he panted. "Go ahead, Nels, fuck her."
"About time," Anderson grumbled.
But he didn't look at all displeased as Horn rolled out of the way and allowed him to crawl between Wendy's outstretched legs. He was grinning wickedly, observing her flushed face and glazed eyes, taking in the soaked red flesh of her gash and her gushing little cunt mouth. Wendy couldn't help blushing.
The moment had come, a moment she'd never imagined in her wildest fantasies. One man was going to ball her while another man watched. Wendy was an ambitious and hard-nosed girl, not easily shocked or embarrassed, but this moment was a little hard to endure. Horn lay very close by, leering at her, while Anderson eagerly worked his fat six-inch dick into her juicy little box.
"Oh, Christ," Anderson panted, "she's fantastically tight, Walt. You did well, very well."
"I thought it'd be a nice change from hookers," Horn chuckled.
Wendy gathered that Horn functioned as a kind of personal pimp to the millionaire and that this wasn't theft first orgy together. But she didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts. Kneeling between her silky thighs, Anderson pushed his swollen dick deep into her – and then all she could think about was getting balled.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned.
For in spite of her nervousness, it really felt great to take a stiff hot cock into her soaked and eager little cunt. Horn's expert finger-fucking had gotten her damned horny, and she was more than ready to fuck. Anderson's thick stubby cock jerked deliciously in her clinging red-hot twat, and she creamed heavily around it.
"Excellent," Anderson panted, "a really fine little piece of ass."
He didn't lie down on her but remained kneeling as he balled her, so that Horn had an excellent view of the action. The Senator grinned lewdly as he watched his friend's pale cock zipping in and out between Wendy's plump pink cunt-lips. Occasionally he glanced at Wendy to see her reactions, and each time he did so, she blushed.
"Now, now, my dear," Horn chuckled, "there's no need to be shy. I can tell you love the way Nels is balling you. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
Wendy would have loved to do just that, but it was distracting to know that Horn was watching her get fucked. That didn't bother the two men, though. They seemed to really get off on the kinky scene. Both were grinning like maniacs as Anderson balled her faster and faster, his thick cock making a loud lewd squishing noise in her tight juicy box.
"Fantastic!" Anderson panted. "So damned tight and hot. You really picked a winner this time, Walt."
"In more ways than one," Horn laughed.
Meanwhile Wendy was waging a battle between shame and lust. She knew it was wrong to get off on this crazy experience, but Anderson's thick jerking cock felt so delicious in her horny little box. She just couldn't control her sighs and moans and squeals as he fucked her closer and closer to climax.
Anderson's face was twisted in a horny leer, his blue eyes slightly gazed, as he worked his swollen dick deep and fast in her fiery-hot cunt. Horn had the same slightly crazy look as he watched the action. Every time he caught Wendy's eye, he winked or stuck out his tongue at her. Wendy could have done without that lewd exchange. All she wanted now was Anderson's stiff thrusting meat.
"I can't hold out any longer," Anderson finally gasped. "Damn, it's just too good."
He threw himself full-length onto Wendy, his hairy chest grinding against her tender tits. He fucked her furiously, his rigid fat dick plunging again and again into her womb, his swollen balls slapping loudly against her pert little ass. It was just the kind of hard fast fucking she craved at that moment.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Wendy moaned.
She felt herself starting to come, her red-hot little cunt gripping and squeezing Anderson's furiously jerking cock. Now she didn't care that Senator Horn was leering right into her face and watching her come. She just gave herself up to the blinding tide of pleasure that shook her body.
"Oh, Christ," Anderson yelped.
Wendy felt her clinging cunt being filled with sizzling-hot come. Anderson kept balling her like mad all the time he was coming, intensifying her own climax. Finally his cock was limp and empty, and he rolled off her with a loud sigh of satisfaction.
"Perfect," he gasped. "Just let me catch my breath, Walt, and I'll get out of your way."
The white-haired millionaire rested for a second and then crawled over to relax beside Wendy. Horn leered at her, and Wendy reddened, knowing she was about to take her second cock of the evening. The whole scene seemed so unreal, yet she couldn't deny the hot satisfaction she felt deep in her jism-filled twat.
"Roll over, my dear," Horn said huskily. "I like to do it that way."
Wendy obediently rolled over onto her hands and knees, sticking her pert little butt up into the air. Her big tits almost grazed the bed. Anderson's eyes widened in lusty excitement as he watched, and he licked his lips while Horn got into position behind her.
Wendy trembled when she felt Horn's hot sweaty hands gripping her hips. She knew it was wrong, but she was really excited about taking that monster eight-inch dick into her greedy little box. She wasn't disappointed, either. As Horn began pushing into her, her cunt felt deliciously stuffed.
"Ooooooooo," Wendy squealed.
Anderson chuckled and winked at her, then turned his attention to her other end, watching his friend's long thick pale cock slide between her swollen pink pussylips. Wendy panted and creamed as Horn slowly worked his giant prick all the way up her tight little twat. Finally the fat hard head of his dick was butting her womb.
"Oh, Jesus," Horn sighed. "You were right, Nels, she's fantastically tight."
Anderson laughed and said, "What? You mean you've never balled her before?"
"Didn't get around to it last time," Horn panted. "The little bitch sucked me off."
Anderson observed Wendy with renewed interest as Horn began fucking her, but she no longer cared if she was being watched. The Senator's cock was the biggest she'd ever taken, and it felt terrific. She moaned and bucked and creamed, digging every second of his deep fast fucking. Soon she'd lost all self-control and was moaning her pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes," she whimpered, "do it to me. It's so good."
In less than a minute Wendy was coming again, clawing the bed and bucking her pert little ass so furiously that Horn could hardly keep his jerking prick inside her. He managed to ride out her violent spasms, and then he moaned hoarsely and shot his steamy load into her. A few more jerks of his cock, and he withdrew, leaving Wendy flushed and gasping for breath.
"Very nice, my dear," he said, giving her a pat on the ass. "You've more than repaid your debt."
Wendy flushed and leaped off the bed and grabbed up her clothes. The two men watched her, leering, as she dressed. She was glad to get out of the Senator's suite and back to her own hotel. She knew she'd behaved wickedly that evening, but she tried to push the thought out of her mind.
After all, the state title was worth anything, even giving her body to two kinky middle-aged men. IN a week she'd be competing in the nationals, and that anything – her pride, her dignity, even her self-respect.