Okay, so my business is a little sleazy. Most of my videos are audition tapes for strippers. I do several other things but not so frequently. I advertise that I will video any subject, anytime, any place. My still camera's are pretty expensive but nothing like my video and computer stuff.

Being sleazy doesn't mean being cheap. I just shoot a lot of jobs other people in the business wouldn't touch. Since I have almost no conscience, I do fine with the work. This particular story begins with a private prep school in my area. The school hired me to make a twenty minute promotional tape for them. They hired me because my price is about half that of my competitors.

This school, though not religious in nature, is very conservative. The tape covered values as well as education. It would have been a stretch for me, but since I didn't have to write the script, it was no sweat. I had already shot about everything they wanted, I was even able to incorporate some of their sports footage into my tape. I needed a basketball game to round out that section. Not much of a game either, I just needed a few seconds of the prep school whipping hell out of an opponent.

I attended a game, in which the head master assured me I could get what I wanted, and in just a few minutes. I had been at the game for almost a half hour and didn't have a spectacular shot. I also had to use the bathroom. At half time I took my camera and tried the lady's room. I never leave a two-thousand dollar camera where it might grow legs.

The line at the gym bathroom was twenty or more and growing. I don't like crowds especially when I use the bathroom. I walked from the gym into the main building looking for a less crowded bathroom. I probably passed three without knowing it. I must have because I found myself in the farthest reaches of the school. The halls were dead quiet. They were lit only by the exit signs. I was almost ready to retrace my steps when I heard it.

It sounded like the squeal of a pig, even I know, there are no pigs in an expensive prep school. I stopped walking and listened closely. I heard it again. That time it didn't sound as much like a barn yard animal. It sounded like a woman's high pitched gasp. I found the door from behind which the noise emanated. When I pressed my ear against it, I could hear the sound of heavy breathing and grunts.

I had been around enough to recognize the sounds of people making it. I almost slipped away. I didn't, instead I decided to at least scare hell out of the kids. It might be interesting to add to my stripper collection. I turned on my camera but not the light. I slipped inside the door. It was dead dark in the room. I located the couple by the noise. I took a deep breath put the camera on my shoulder then turned on the light.

The two of them were so involved, it took them a couple of seconds to react. The young man jumped up and tried to hide his cock. The girl wasn't a girl at all. She was a full-grown woman. I mean she was a really grown woman. Not really all that attractive but with a nice body. A little thick in the middle but nice nonetheless.

The kid said a couple of stupid things but I kept taping. He had his pants on when he rushed me. I sidestepped him while taking the camera from my shoulder. When he tried to rush me for the second time, I kicked him in the balls. Not hard enough to ruin him for life, but enough to let him know, I wasn't impressed with his John Wayne attitude.

The woman was just as panicked but she reacted differently. She put on all her clothes called me a couple of dirty names, then split. I liked her approach much better. I had no idea who the two of them were, but it didn't matter. They should be really anxious to buy that couple of minutes of tape.

I returned to the gym and the men's room there. The lady's room was just too full. I also finished filming the game on the same tape. I never got a great shot of the basketball team. It really didn't matter the whole tape was a hack job anyway.

In my home studio that night I transcribed the basketball tape first. I found a couple of minutes that were more favorable than the others. When I had finished, I copied the tape of the two lovers. There had been a couple of cases in the news about teachers using their students to commit murder. I didn't expect it to be anything as spectacular.

The next day was Saturday and I had a couple of small jobs to work on. I re shot a student's senior photographs. She hadn't been happy with the school's photographer. Later in the afternoon, I worked on a model's portfolio. Of course the models I knew were all part time hookers and dancers.

Late in the afternoon I got the call I had been expecting. I didn't recognize the voice at first. She had to explain who she was before I knew. She wanted that piece of tape. So I explained that it wasn't something I planned to give away.

"Of course not, I thought you might want to sell it though," she said.

"Sorry, by the way honey what is your name."

"I don't think, I want to tell you."

"Makes it only slightly more difficult but that doesn't matter. I can always get a copy of the school year book. I'll bet that either you or the kid is in it, or I could play the tape for the head master. I expect he could tell me who is who."

"Okay, Okay, my name is Julie, Julie Livingston. Now how about that tape. I want it."

"I'll bet you do. What are you the kid's biology teacher?"

"English."

"Beats the hell out of my high school English."

"What do you want for the tape?"

"Ten-grand should do."

"Bullshit, it is only a couple of minutes of tape."

"The length really isn't important, is it?"

"I guess not, but I don't have that kind of money."

"Are you married Julie?"

"Of course not, if I were married, I certainly wouldn't be sleeping with a student."

"Are you in love with that kid?"

"Not hardly."

"Then why?"

"You mean, why was I fucking the kid?"

"That's right."

"He is cute, and he scratches an itch I have."

"Surely, you can get it somewhere else?"

"Maybe, but why go anywhere else. He is right there when I need it. Besides he is the only one I can control. I mean he does exactly what I want, when I want it."

"That is convenient."

"You should try it sometime. Besides why all the questions."

"Come to my house at ten tonight, we can discuss it then." She didn't like it much, but she had no choice. I gave her directions to my Dutch barn.

I busied myself with cleaning the place. I didn't want her to know what a slob I really was. It took the whole four hours to get the downstairs living area and the upstairs work shop ready.

She was at least on time. When I opened the door, I was again struck by how plain she appeared. She had a pretty good body when naked, but it didn't look all that great when covered. She actually looked dumpy in her cut off jeans and knit top.

"I'm here for the tape," she said.

"I said, we would discuss the tape. I never said I would give it to you."

She came forward and kissed me. Her tongue was down my throat and my breath was coming in gasps. When she broke the kiss, I had a little difficulty in speaking for a moment. "That won't do you any good."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy it. I have to admit I did," she informed me.

"Well forget it. I am not interested in you that way."

"I don't think you are telling me the truth. I could feel you pressing against me."

"Look, I can get that anywhere. I don't need to be trading sex for the tape."

"We might find that we have something in common. I mean besides the fact that we both have tits and a pussy."

"Let me tell you one more time. I am not interested in sleeping with you."

"Well I am, and sleeping isn't what I had in mind. You have never done it with a woman have you?"

"No, I don't want you to be the first either. You are a slut. I don't want to have anything to do with you, except in a business sense."

"What kind of business?"

"You want the tape and I want ten grand for it. You don't have ten grand, so we need to figure out a way for you to earn the ten-grand."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Take off your clothes."

"Sure, you change your mind?"

"No sweetie, I want to see your body."

I watched as she pulled the knit top off. I noticed that she was wearing a cloth bra with no support. Her breasts sagged against her chest. She removed the bra and her breasts seemed to stand out a little more but they still sagged. She removed her shorts and panties. I could see that she had nice breasts, but almost all the rest of her was straight. Her belly didn't protrude but it was even with her hips. She looked like a log with breasts.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"You look all right, but nothing spectacular."

"What do you have in mind?"

"More tapes."

"Porn you mean? I am in enough trouble if you show that tape. I certainly am not going to star in a pornographic movie."

"Actually you are going to star in several of them. One won't pay you enough to buy your tape."

"The hell with you," She snapped.

I opened a drawer in an end table. I pulled the black silk cloth from the drawer, then threw it to her. "Try this on."

The mask was the type that wrestlers wear. The only opening was for her eyes, nose, and mouth. The holes were stitched with red thread. The red was a subtle outline of her eyes and mouth. She put it on then moved to the large mirror by the stairs. "God I love this. It makes me look like the slut that I really am."

I couldn't argue with that. The mask changed her looks more than just hid her face. Her breasts seemed to swell and her ass began a constant subtle pumping motion. It was slight but noticeable on a subconscious level.

"So who is going to make the movies, you?"

"Of course, I have a customer who can get them distributed."

"Where do we get the men?"

"Not a problem, I know a hundred men who will pay me to star in a porn flick."

"Okay, count me in. As long as I wear this mask from start to finish. The men can't see me or know who I am."

"Fine, now let's get down to the nitty gritty. You have to do it all. I mean everything."

"Hey, there is a first time for everything. You were the first woman I ever kissed. I did that all right, didn't I?"

"You did fine. Just so long as you know there is not going to be any refusals or turning back."

"How many do I have to make?"

"Ten, I can get enough after expenses to pay off your tape in ten."

"Done, you want to shake hands, or maybe kiss on it."

That time I was prepared. I went to her and kissed her just like a man would kiss me. I kept it up way past the point where a man would have stopped. She began to grind her naked hips into my covered ones. I imagined I could feel her nipples poking into my chest. I was a couple of inches taller than she, but she seemed to grow as I kissed her. I must have been bending to her. I broke the kiss and said, "Now understand this bitch. I am in control, not you. Take off that mask, put your clothes on and get the hell out. I\rquote ll call you when I'm ready."

She didn't move for a second then said, "And the tape."



"It stays with me."

"Okay, but you don't need it. What you have to offer is enough for me."

She left my little place and I was happy to be alone. I couldn't get the feel of her naked body off my mind. The kiss through the silk mask had a feel all its own. It was so wound up that I masturbated for the first time in years. The teacher actually visited me in my dreams. I woke and was forced to masturbate again before I could fall back to sleep.

Setting up the movie didn't take a lot of doing. First I checked with Fred at the strip club. He assured me that he could get me an offer on anything. I might not like the price but he was sure he could do it. I agreed to allow him to negotiate for ten percent of the sale price. In addition he arranged for the men to work on the film. For a total of twenty percent of the sales price he agreed to provide the men and the sale. All checks would be made to my little production company. I figured he would get a cut from the distributor. I knew he wasn't going to be hurt.

The first tape was set for two weeks. I decided I would shoot as much as possible on Friday night. Saving Saturday and Sunday for completion and re shoots. The teacher arrived first. It was our agreement. She put the mask on while fully dressed. The man arrived soon after so I took them both to my studio. I had bought a small cot for them. I threw a piece of fake fur over it. The story line was sort of made up as we went. I shot all evening and into the night. They even returned on Saturday for a few hours of rework. On Sunday, the teacher came in the morning to do some voice over work.

With the editing and the shooting, not to mention the voice over on Sunday, I didn't get much sleep over that weekend. I had the movie ready by Wednesday, when I called Fred before the club opened. He came to my house for a copy of the tape.



"Can I watch this here?" he asked.

"Sure Fred," I said. I had seen it so many times it had lost all impact on me. I watched Fred as he viewed the tape. The tape started with a shot of the teacher alone sitting on the cot. She was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt. Very conservative and not especially attractive. There was something about that mask though. It seemed to draw you to the woman. She moved and revealed that her right hand was tied. The other end of the three-foot rope was attached to the bed. The binding had the look more of an illusion than a restraint.

A man walked into the room. He had no mask. He was rough looking, giving credence to the abduction illusion. "I hope you are rested. The drug I gave you will wear off soon," He said.

"Why have you done this? What are you going to do with me?"

He looked a little insane when he said, "We are going to have a little party you and I."

"Please don't hurt me. I will do anything you want, just don't hurt me."

The man walked to her and slapped her across what would have been her face. The slap was a fake but the audience didn't know that. "You bet your ass you will do what I want. Now I am going to untie you. If you make a noise, or try to run I will hurt you real bad. Understand?'

"Yes, I won't try to run."

He untied her hand. "Now take off your clothes."

"The mask too."

"No, you stupid bitch," he screamed. "Not the mask, just your fucking clothes.

She slowly and even shyly removed her blouse. She wore another one of the cloth bras that tended to allow her to sag and look even dumpier. When she removed her bra and the true size of her breast became visible, I saw Fred lean forward. She removed her skirt and then her panties. I had made her remove her panty hose before we began the shoot.

She stood naked and vulnerable, wearing only the black mask. She was transformed somehow into a much more desirable woman.

The man came from off camera carrying a dildo. "I want to see you fuck yourself," he said.

Her body shook with what could have been fear. She took the thing but didn't do anything. The man screamed, "I told you to fuck yourself."

"I don't know how," she whimpered.

"For one thing bitch," he said. "You are going to have to get your cunt wet. That thing is going to hurt like hell if you don't. You do know how to get your cunt wet don't you."

She nodded and began to rub her breasts. Then she rubbed the dildo across them. After a few minutes of that she moved her hand to her crotch. She began to manipulate her clit. She continued with it till she was moving her hips.

"That is enough. Spread your legs and stick it in," the man said.

She did as he demanded. Fred watched carefully as the tip of the dildo disappeared into her cunt. She cried out but it time it wasn't in either fear or pain. It was in pleasure. The dildo disappeared into her body and she began to rock on it. She quickened the pace till her body was almost a blur. She collapsed onto the cot when she came. It was a sight to behold. I could see Fred's hard on even from my chair half way across the room.

The tape got even rougher as it went along. Before it finished she gave the man a blow job and of course fucked him for what seemed like an hour. He came first on her black mask then on her butt. I had thought it was a good tape but Fred went ape.

"God girl, this thing is going to be a block buster. I promise you that I will get you a ton of money for it." He stopped talking and looked at the rewinding tape. "You know I am horny as hell. I don't suppose you would consider sucking my cock?"

"If you get me ten grand for the tape, I will suck your cock in the middle of your club."

"Ten-grand should be easy. I am going to hold you to that offer."

"Get me ten grand for my share and I promise, you can have half an hour to draw a crowd." I laughed at what I thought was a joke.

Fred left without his blow job. There were plenty of girls at the club who would do it for him, strippers aren't exactly nuns. I didn't hear a word from Fred for two weeks. I thought he might have ripped off my tape. I doubted it though. It would be like killing the goose who laid the fucking egg.

After two and a half weeks Fred called, he wanted to stop by. He had a present for me. I knew what it was, but I didn't know how much it was. I waited impatiently for his arrival.

He handed me the check when he walked through the door. I opened the envelope and found it was made for thirteen thousand dollars. I hugged him.

"I believe that when you deduct my twenty percent you will find over ten grand." The wicked look in his eye told me that I was about to pay my debt. "I am not going to make you do it in front of a crowd. I do expect to collect my bonus."

"I was only kidding Fred." I said evenly.

"I wasn't. I expect to be paid and I expect it to happen, right fucking now." Fred was in the habit of getting what he wanted from the women in his life. He was angry. I had seen him get pretty mean when he got angry.

I was terrified and I was trapped. I tried desperately to think of a way out. There was none. "Okay Fred, this is a one time deal though. I want to make sure you understand that."

"Okay, but I want you to know that I always collect. Don't ever promise me anything you don't intend to deliver, now get over here," he demanded.

I walked over to stand in front of him. He tried to kiss me. I pulled away. "I didn't promise you romance Fred. I will deliver what I promised, but not one damned thing more." I thought I had a position I could maintain with him. Maybe I could somehow handle Fred, I thought.

He nodded, then put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I removed my thick glasses. I reached up to un zipped his pants. Once I had his fly open, I stuck my hand inside. I felt his cock through his jockey shorts. It was long and thin. It was also soft.

I had never done that sort of thing before. I hadn't promised him a good blow job. I knew that I would have to complete the act, no matter how revolting. There would be no half way measures with Fred.

"What's the hold up bitch, get on with it. I don't want any of that fancy pull it out at the last minute shit either."

I nodded. I had just been thinking the same thing. I managed to remove his hardening cock from his shorts. I moved my hand gently over his cock. I tried to postpone the inevitable, but he wouldn't allow it. He placed his hands on my head again. He guided my face to his bouncing cock. I wrapped my hand around it. I held it steady, while I licked the head of the smooth organ. I tasted the warm drop of cum which clung to the pee hole. I pressed my lips against the head of his cock. I felt Fred begin to move his hips forward. I allowed the long smooth cylinder to penetrate my lips. I could feel Fred jerk as he first felt the warmth of my mouth. I forced his cock tight against the roof of my mouth. I wasn't sure exactly what to do next, but I had seen enough porn movies to know that I should work my head forward and then backward.

As his cock moved in and out, it rubbed against the roof of my mouth. The feeling began to penetrate my brain. I lost any feelings of disgust I might have had before. I sucked and rubbed until I felt my own juices start to flow. I worked his smooth cock in and out of my mouth for a long time. Each movement drove the pressure in me higher. I hated myself for the feelings I was having. I couldn't help myself, I even pumped on the base of his cock with my hand. I felt him begin to fuck my mouth.

I had never felt anything like the feeling of his smooth cock sliding around inside my mouth. He was working my mouth as he would my pussy. I don't remember doing it but I felt my hand begin to rub my clit. I exploded in one orgasm after another.

Fred began to drive his cock deeper into my mouth. He also seemed to be tensing more with each deep stroke. I knew he was about to cum. I had expected to dread this moment, instead I sucked even harder. I could hardly wait for him to cum. Suddenly my mouth filled with his thick hot cum. I swallowed as fast as I could but it was hard to keep up with his spurting cock. I was unexpectedly cumming myself. I rode on one orgasm after another.

His cum was hot and thick, it tasted like raw oysters only better. There are no words to describe the taste of it. It clung to my mouth and throat even after I had swallowed all of it. I could not only continue to taste it, I could actually feel it clinging to my mouth.

I thought he was through. I tried to remove his not quite soft cock from my mouth. He grabbed my head and forced the semi hard cock into my throat. I gagged and tried to escape. He wouldn't let me go. He pulled me onto his cock, which began to get harder. I was terrified. I thought he meant to strangle me with his cock.

"Easy bitch, you might as well relax. If you do, this won't hurt near as bad. If you fight me, you are going to choke on it." I relaxed and found he was right. I gagged but not nearly as much. I even began to enjoy the feel of his cock in my throat. It took a while, but it also took him a while to get really worked up. When he got lost in the feeling, he fucked my throat with short quick jabs. I could feel him grow as he worked. I felt him thrust his cock deep into my throat several times. I began to cum as he raped my throat.



When he finally came, I was almost sorry. When he came that time, he was in my throat. His cum went past my mouth and directly into my gut. It burned going down, but it was good. I was a total wreck when he finished with me.

He suddenly pushed me onto the sofa. I thought for a minute that he was going to rape my cunt as well as my mouth. I wanted his cock inside my burning cunt, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him. I looked up with the need in my eyes. If he understood the look, he ignored it.

"Now that," he said. "Is how you give a blow job." Despite my body's desires, I was in tears. The pig enjoyed seeing me cry. He just didn't know that the tears were because I had enjoyed being mouth raped by the pig. I was worried that my body would betray me. "Like I said, Never promise something you don't want to deliver." He said it while looking down on me.

He surprised me by sitting in the chair across from me. He sat there watching me till I recovered. I finally stopped crying. I was still frightened of him. I was even more frightened that he might guess my reaction to him.

"The boys liked your movie. They want more of them. They want more with that woman in the mask. So who is she?" He grew impatient as I tried to think of a way out of the question. I had promised the teacher that no one would get her name from me.

"I can't tell you Fred. I promised her I wouldn't," I finally said. I was afraid of Fred and for good reason.

He rose and walked toward me. He drew back his hand, then he slapped me hard across the face. I felt the blood and tears spring up instantly. I tasted the blood in my mouth before I tasted the tears. Even that was somehow erotic. I began to cry again, that time it was mostly fear that brought the tears.

"Bitch, you don't understand, the blow job don't make us even. You and me are going to make more of those fuck movies. The girl is going to continue to work. If she don't work, then you are of no use to me. If you are of no use to me, then I might really hurt you bad. You do understand, don't you?"

I quickly nodded my head. I didn't want him to hit me again. I answered him quickly "That is no problem. She will make all we want. I just can't give you her name. I promised and I don't care what you do." I looked up at Fred standing over me. I could see that he was a dangerous man. I could also feel a strange pressure in my bowels. I couldn't believe that I almost wanted him to hit me again. God I was a sick puppy.

"Sure you do bitch. I can ruin you for life. I can cut up that face of yours so that no man will ever come close to you. Of course, in your case it wouldn't make all that much difference. I can cut off your breasts. I can fuck you with a knife. I can hurt you in a lot of ways." He waited a minute then added. "Right now the mob wants you to make movies, so I won't hurt you. As long as the bitch works, I don't need her name." he turned to leave. He turned at the door. "I expect my twenty percent tomorrow. Bring it to the club."

He walked out the door. I ran to lock it once he had gone. The lock would do no good against a man like Fred. I knew that, but somehow the act of locking the door made me feel better.

I threw myself on the convertible sofa and cried. I couldn't help reliving the humiliation of the last half hour. In spite of myself I felt the pressure build as I remembered the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I continued to cry even as the pressure in my pussy made me begin to rub it again. I hated myself for it, but I came like I had never cum before. I knew I hated Fred for what he had done, but I still came and came and came.

The next morning, I cashed the check. I went to the gun shop on the way to the club. I bought myself a small derringer. If I wanted to, I could defend myself even against Fred. I needn't have worried, defending myself never entered my mind. Fred took his money as though nothing had happened. He asked me when I would begin my next tape. I explained that I would begin on Friday, if my star was available.

He crossed the room and put his hand under my chin. His thumb was on one side of my bruised mouth and his finger on the other. "Make her available, if you know what is good for you bitch." He stared into my eyes then released me. He went to the door, closed and locked it. "Come here cunt." I walked over to him. He was leaning against his desk. "I want you to understand who is in control here. Just so you don't forget, suck my cock."

I looked at him. I knew I had the pistol in my purse. I knew I could blow his heart out with it. I tried to decide what to do. I waited too long. He slapped me hard. Then he hit me again. "Get on your knees, you fucking cunt. From now on you do what I say, when I say it. Now get on your knees." He didn't push me down. This time, I would have to do it all on my own. I could say he beat me, but I could never say he forced me. We both knew better.

I lowered myself to my knees. I tasted blood in my mouth as I unzipped his pants. I struggled to remove his cock from his shorts. When at last it was free, I looked at it a long moment. I held it in my hands as it began to harden. I stroked it till that one drop of cum appeared on the head. I licked it off and was lost in the feeling. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock hungrily inside. I forced it against the roof of my mouth as I moved my head back and forth on the smooth piece of meat.

The smoothness felt wonderful as it passed over the cuts inside my mouth. I tasted his cock and my blood together. It was a taste that drove me over the edge. I came . Fred could tell from my pumping hips that I was enjoying the feeling of his cock inside my mouth.

"You like that don't you whore?" He asked. I couldn't answer with his cock filling my mouth. Then he said, " I knew you would. An ugly whore like you can't get fucked too often. I knew that once you began sucking my cock you would fall in love with it. Come on whore take it in your throat."

The words didn't matter, I had that wonderful cock in my mouth. I listened to his words and knew that he had my number. I relaxed, then pushed my face harder against his cock. I felt his long thin cock slide into my throat. I couldn't help the gag, it didn't stop me. I fought against it and was able to take all of him. I worked it deeper and harder. I was lost in the sensation. I moved my hips against an imaginary lover. I was about to cum when he tensed I pulled back so that I could taste his cum. I came again as my mouth filled with cum. I had a mouth full even though I swallowed a half dozen times.

"Now that was a blowjob. You are getting to be a first rate cock sucker. I can give you a job here if you ever need a part time job. Of course, I will have to have you wear one of those masks. Now put on your glasses, and get the hell out of here. Call me when you need more men."

I stood my eyes weren't filled with tears that time. I could taste the blood and cum in my mouth. I could also feel the pain from the cuts inside my mouth. I knew I would have new bruises to match the old one. I hated to leave even though I couldn't wait to get out. I wanted to do something to show him how much I loved the feel of his cock. I didn't because I hated him so much. God I was a wreck.

When I arrived home, I phoned the teacher at school. I left a message for her. She called me at five. I invited her over to talk about the next tape. She arrived at seven.

"What the hell happened to your face."

"Sit down honey, we got a problem." I explained that the mob was getting involved with the tapes. I also explained that they didn't know yet who she was. She asked about the bruises. I explained.

"Honey," she said. "You took that beating rather than tell them who I am. God you aren't near as bad as I thought." She moved to the sofa and put her arm around me. I have to admit it felt good. "So what are we going to do?"

"First, I am going to give you your tape. Then I am going to pack my shit and get out of here."

"Will they look for you?"

"No, I am of no importance to them. I will go somewhere and start over."

"Do you have enough money for that."

"I have some."

"If we make a couple of more films, would you have enough to really get away."

"Probably, but if I stay, I am likely to kill that son of a bitch. If I do that then they will come after me."

"Can you stand him for just a couple of more tapes. Maybe you can convince him to leave you alone, if you make the films for him."

"Never, he has decided I am a great cock sucker. He will demand a blow job every time I see him."

"Then you either have to run or stop resisting. Either run now, or go along with him till we get enough money to get out of here."

"We?"

"Sure, you don't think I can stay. They will find out who I am. You can count on that."

"So we make two more films then split." I said.

"Two or three." She turned me so that she could kiss me gently. I didn't notice the pain as I felt the pressure begin to build in me again. I let it go. I let her do whatever she wanted. I did whatever she wanted me to do. It worked out that I soon found myself with one of her nipples in my mouth. It hurt when I sucked it but I didn't care. She felt wonderful to me. She pushed me down till I was kneeling between her naked thighs. I kissed the thick lips of her pussy. She responded by first moaning then pulling my head tighter against her. I began to lick the outside of her. After a few minutes I began to lick inside her. I had never done it before but I knew what would feel good to her. I sucked on her cunt till she sprayed me with warm liquid. I didn't stop but continued to lick her till she sprayed me again.

She didn't do anything, she just guided me through her body. I loved the feeling of her cumming. Of course, I was so wound up that I masturbated even as I sucked on her pussy. Part of the coming down was a warm shower together. She had me on my knees eating her, the water almost drowned me. I loved the feelings.

I didn't see her again till Friday. We worked on the second film all weekend. That one was kind of the masked woman's revenge. That time she was in charge. The man had been dropped off by his wife. She told the teacher that her husband was in need of some training. The teacher was a natural. She worked the man over good. When the tape was finished, I edited and over dubbed it. The tape was in the can by Wednesday again. I knew it would sell, so I planned on a third one while it was on it's way to wherever Fred sent them. I got lucky when I took the tape to the club Fred wasn't in. I left it with his assistant.

I was home about an hour when Fred called. "Hey this tape is great," he said. "Why didn't you wait for me? Didn't you want to suck my cock?"

"Fred please."

"Baby, I am coming over there and you are going to give me what you owe me. I am also going to explain the facts of life to you again."

I hung up the phone and thought about leaving. The problem was, I would have to come back and Fred would be waiting. I sat on the sofa and waited nervously for him to arrive. I heard the car pull into the drive. I heard two doors open then close. Good, I thought, he has someone with him. It might go a little easier.

I looked out the glass and saw his assistant with him. "Open the door bitch," Fred said.

I opened it and let the two of them in. I returned to my sofa and sat down. I knew better than to talk to Fred. I waited for him to explain his visit.

"Me and Marshall here watched your tape. It made us horny. We came to get a blowjob."

I knew what he wanted. I knew that if I resisted or even tried to delay, he would hit me again. I really had gotten to the point where I didn't care. Why lie, I liked it. I stood, removed my glasses, and moved to him. He moved to a chair where he sat. This time I was expected to do all the work. I didn't mind. I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my mouth. "Strip," Fred said. It took me a second to understand. I removed my clothes. "Damn bitch, you ain't got no tits at all." I had heard that before. "You got a skinny ass too. Marshal, maybe I should tell her to put it back on." Fred and the other man laughed. I was humiliated but knew better than to make any show of it.

"Okay bitch, do your thing." I was on my knees instantly. He spread his legs and I unzipped and removed his cock. I took it into my mouth. I became lost in the feeling of it. I didn't notice Marshal un zip his fly, before he began to stroke his cock. The first I noticed, he was lifting my ass into the air. I removed my mouth from Fred's cock to look back. Fred slapped me across the ear. "You don't need to be concerned with what happens to you. You are mine bitch. I decide what you do, and to who you do it, and even how you do it. Just keep on sucking me and forget about Marshal.

That was impossible since Marshal pressed his cock against my lips. I was already high from the feel of Fred's cock inside my mouth. I felt the warmth of his cock as he fucked my mouth hard and deep. I felt the pressure of Marshal's cock as he tried to insert it into my pussy. I was already wet from the feel of Fred's cock in my mouth. Since I hadn't been with a man in over four years, I knew my pussy would be tight. I pulled my mouth off Fred's cock and screamed when Marshal first entered me. He only got a couple of inches inside me before he could go no farther.

My scream did something to Fred. He viciously forced his cock into my throat. I felt the pain of him ramming into my throat. At the same time, I felt Marshal ram at my pussy again. I swallowed the scream of pain along with a good sized piece of Fred's cock. I forced myself to relax the muscles as Marshal drove into me again. Without the resistance of my muscles his cock moved deeper inside me. I expected the pain to stop. I realized that I was tight but it had never hurt like that before. Marshal must be hung like a horse, I thought. I was pinned at each end by a cock. The feelings began to sink in. I gushed cum from my pussy as I began to cum in waves. The lubricant helped Marshal as he began to move inside me.

I heard them talking as if far away. "So how is she Marshal?" Fred asked.

"Great boss, I never fucked anyone with such a tight pussy." Marshall said in a high-pitched voice.

"Hell, she is probably a virgin. I can't imagine anybody wanting to fuck this ugly whore, can you?" Fred laughed as he drove his cock into my throat.

"Not unless they knew, she had a cunt like this." Marshal answered.

"Hell a man might fuck her, but he wouldn't want to be seen with her," Fred commented.

I should have been hurt by their comments, I didn't care what they said. I had that incredibly big cock in my cunt. I felt full. The pain of his cock moving inside me made it even better. I also had Fred's cock in my mouth. The two of them drove me way past anything I had ever known. I was cumming in one continuous wave. Fred came next. He filled my mouth with his cum. He shot so much that I felt it run past my compressed lips as I choked. I managed to swallow most all of it, even though it burned all the way down my throat. Fred pushed my head to the side, while Marshal continued to ram his cock into me. I felt it stiffen and go even deeper. He bucked his hips a couple of times real hard, then I felt his cum begin to fill me. He came so hard that when he removed his cock from my pussy, I felt his cum run down my legs. I collapsed onto the floor."

"By the way cunt," Fred said as he tossed a scrap of paper onto the floor. "Here is your cut on the tape. I am going to sell it myself. If you want to complain, don't."

I unfolded the check and found it to be for ten-grand. I lay in a heap on the floor as they laughed at me. I watched as Marshal stuffed his large cock back into his pants. I lay on the floor a long time even after they had gone. I lay there not because I was in pain, not even because I had been humiliated. I lay there because I was still cumming. I was remembering the feel of Fred's cock ramming my throat and Marshals huge cock plowing me. I continued to cum from just the memories. When the waves finally passed, I was too weak to stand. It took more than an hour before I was able to go take a shower. My pussy burned even with the cold water on it. Marshal's cock had done a number on me."

The next night the teacher showed up without calling. I was afraid she wanted to quit. I had enough money to skip but one more would make it easier. She wanted instead to be serviced. Her attitude toward me had changed, by that time she was now the female equivalent of Fred. She walked right in sat in the same chair Fred had and demanded, "Come here whore." I went to her not so much because I cared about her, but because I needed her for one more tape.

"Get on your knees." I slowly lowered myself to my knees. "Now reach under my skirt and take off my panties." I did as she directed. She spread her legs and roughly pulled my face to her cunt. I licked and sucked at it. I tasted cum. I knew she had recently fucked a man. The taste of his cum mixed with her's drove me crazy. I licked and sucked her even harder. Soon I felt that warm spray cover my face. I continued till she told me to stop.

We showered together and of course I had to eat her in the shower. I think she wanted to see how far I would go for her. That time she made me wash her hair. Dry her off and even dry her hair.

"Hold my panties for me." I held them while she stepped into them. "Well, pull them up," she demanded. "Now the bra stupid. Do I have to tell you every thing." I knew what she wanted now and I dressed her.

"You know I have never seen you naked. Take off your clothes." I did as she demanded. "No wonder you are a dike. You have no body at all. You wear those awful glasses and you are as skinny as a stick. I can see why the men don't want you. I don't even know why Fred would bother sticking his cock in that ugly mouth of yours." She turned and walked out the door.

One more tape bitch, I thought as she left. Just one more tape and you can all kiss my ass. She would be expecting to make one more after the next one. I was going to be gone when she came for the last one.

The third tape was this woman for hire. The teacher played a hooker scarred by the mob. She wore the mask to hide her scars. It was a block buster because we upped the stakes some. She was doing two guys and two women at the same time in this one.

I had the tape ready for delivery Tuesday night. I drove to the club hoping I could collect and be on my way. With a little luck it would all be over tonight. I would do what ever it took to get me out of town tonight. I hadn't packed anything because I didn't want anything to seem different should they want to come to my house again.

I entered the club and headed for the office. Marshal caught up with me in the hall. "Damn woman, I want you to know I hurt for a week after I fucked you." I knew better than to say anything smart. I changed the subject. "Is Fred in? I got something for him."

"Fred is busy right now. He told me that if you came, I was to keep you company till he was through. Come on in the lounge." He opened the door to the lounge. The room was full of clients and former clients of mine. They were waiting their turn on the dance floor.

"Ladies, you all know the picture whore." They smiled and nodded. I nodded back at them. I wasn't going to let this guy get to me on my last night. "You all thought she was a real straight lady I'll bet. Well she ain't, she is a bigger whore than any of you. Ain't you baby."

"What ever you say Marshal."

"No," he screamed. "It ain't what ever I say. It's what you are, here let's show them baby. Why don't you get down on your knees and show them how you suck cock."

This had gone about as far as I wanted it to go. "Marshal please."

"Please what bitch." He removed his heavy leather belt. "You ain't gonna refuse to show off your talents are you." He hit his hand with the belt. I closed my mind to what I was about to do. I moved to stand in front and close to him. I reached between us and unzipped his pants. It was difficult but I managed to free his large cock. I stroked it while looking into his eyes. I have to admit the feel of his smooth cock started my juices flowing.

"See ladies all it takes is the right approach," Marshal said. Most of the strippers laughed.

I began to lower myself to the floor. Marshal stood as I took his cock into my mouth. I moved my head to capture as much of his meat as possible. "See girls you don't have to be beautiful to be a good cock sucker. Now this poor thing has a lot of talent, even if she is ugly as dirt." His words drove me on. I worked his cock deeper and harder. His cock was so large that I could get only a small portion of it in my mouth at a time. He tried to force it into my throat but there was just no way. I began to work his cock faster so that he would forget about my throat. I worked on him for several minutes. Without warning his cum filled my mouth. When he finished, he pushed me back onto my butt.

"Very good," Fred said. "I think you are a natural. I do believe you need more cock than I can give you. As a matter of fact, I think we need to put you to work here." He threw the black silk mask at me. "Put that on, then take off your clothes. We are going to teach you a few things tonight.

I was frightened and turned on at the same time. I did as he said, since not doing it was a recipe for disaster. I stood trembling with fear as I put the mask on. I was completely naked and yet somehow the mask gave me a kind of release.

"I don't want you doing it in here, take her out back. She can do it in the parking lot." Fred said as he spoke for the first time. He had evidently watched me suck Marshals cock.

He turned his attention to me. "Now you gonna enjoy this whore, your friend did." He noticed my look of surprise. "How you think we got the mask? She was here last week. She had herself a ball in the parking lot. I think maybe she will come back again." He flicked his wrist and I was pushed to the parking lot. Marshal stood with me till the first man arrived.

The man was middle aged and dressed in a workman\' s uniform. He also had a case of body odor. I hated the way he smelled and the excitement that I felt as he unzipped and freed himself. Marshall guided me to him. I sucked him into my mouth hungrily. His warm smooth cock filled my mouth. I moved back and forth on him a few times. He came too quickly. Fortunately he was replaced immediately by another sweaty man. This man lasted only a few seconds longer than the first. He was replaced by still another man. I sucked them one after another cuming almost as often as the men did.

After half a dozen I complained that my jaws hurt. Marshall made me take the next three in the pussy. I was cuming like crazy, the men were switched every few minutes, not giving me any rest and I didn't want to rest or to think. My cunt was so slippery that even the largest man moved easily inside my tight cunt. I went back to sucking cock when the men complained that my cunt was too sloppy. I noticed that Marshal had a handful of twenty dollar bills.

One men had been standing back in the shadows watching. "I'll give you a hundred bucks to fuck her in the ass."

"No," I screamed.

He liked that. "Make it two hundred."

Marshal held out his hand and took the money. Marshal forced me to bend over the hood of a car. I had been in this position before, but at that time it had been a hard cock in my cunt. I hadn't before but this time I resisted. Marshall lifted me up and slapped me a couple of times. Then he pushed me back down.

I felt the hard cock press against my ass hole. "Brace yourself whore this is going to hurt," the man said out loud with a wicked laugh. The other men who were gathered around also laughed. Then he whispered, "Relax it will hurt less." I tried since relaxing had helped with all the other things.

I felt a searing pain as his cock tore through my muscles. He worked his cock into my ass an inch at a time. I felt pain with every inch. I screamed and cried but it did no good. I cried as he began to move his cock in and out of my ass. It never stopped hurting me. The pain was severe, but not so bad that I didn't cum from it. I felt his hot cum in my bowels like an enema. When he removed his cock I began to crap. I did it all over myself.

"Go wash yourself woman." When I returned, I took off the mask and dressed. Some of the dancers smiled knowingly, others looked on horrified. I checked my purse and found a check for ten thousand dollars. Fred had watched the tape while I was being gang banged in the parking lot.

I went home and loaded my car. I managed to squeeze in everything really valuable. The next morning, I drove to the bank there I cashed Fred's last check. I also withdrew my savings. After the bank, I simply drove away.

For a week I wandered south. I stayed in Motels every night. I knew I was going to have to settle somewhere and make some money. The thirty thousand wouldn't last forever.

I happened to be in a medium sized coastal town when the idea occurred to me. There was a county fair in town when I arrived. I went the first time, with no more on my mind than killing an evening. I saw a couple of kids operating a costume photo tent. The kids were nice enough and talked to me about their business. I explained that I ran a photo studio and was interested in the concept. From them I found the value of the costumes. I also determined their gross take for an evening.

Even when the hefty rent was deducted the gaff, as they called it, was making a good buck. Their photographic equipment wasn't exactly state of the art and I certainly wouldn't do it the same way they did. I didn't know exactly how I would do it, but certainly not the way they did. Their way took both of them to run the booth. I knew it could be done by me alone.

I asked them if they actually owned the concession, they didn't. The gaff was owned by the carnival. They were simply employees, and not very happy ones at that. The studio was, just too damned much work for a couple of kids.

They were kind enough to direct me to the owner of the shows. His name was Matt Wilson. Matt was about three hundred pounds of white man. He had a very large belly even his over six foot height didn't compensate for it.

He almost never left his trailer the boys had told me. When I knocked, he took a good look at me then, invited me into the living room of the trailer.

"What can I do for you, honey?" He asked.

"I was talking to the two kids who run the lquote Old-time Photo Studio' on the midway. They tell me you own the show." I replied.

"Gaff honey, the studio is a gaff, the shows are the exhibits. The rides are rides everything that is sold is a gaff." he said.

I nodded my understanding. "Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to sell the photo gaffe?" I asked.

"How much is it worth to you?" he asked.

"I have no idea. You tell me what you want and I can decide if the place is worth it."

"Okay, the costumes, cameras, and tent I would sell for a grand," he said waiting for my reaction.

"The tent probably leaks, the costumes are pretty close to being worn out, and the photo equipment is good only for the trash. How about eight hundred and you keep the photo equipment?" I asked.

"How about I keep the equipment and the price is still one thousand. Or," He paused to give me a hard look. "Eight hundred and a blow job."

"I don't think so. I'll bring you the grand tomorrow." I said.

"That's fine but you can't open the gaffe in my show. You can take the costumes and the tent but you can't open it up on my midway."

"I'll pay you rent on the space," I said.

"Okay the rent for the spot the gaffe has now is one thousand a month and a blow job."

"I'll give you the thousand a month but not the blow job."

"Let me tell you something, Missy. I make a damned sight more than a thousand a month on that gaffe. If I sold it to you, then let you operate it, I would have to get something worth as much to me as the loss."

"I suppose that would be a blow job once a month?" I asked.

"You catch on real quick. I mean it has to be a good blow job. Not one of those where I have to do all the work."

I thought about it a minute. With my recent history, I didn't think it would be any big deal. Besides I could close my eyes to his size and just concentrate on the feel of his cock in my mouth. "I guess we got a deal," I said.

"Then tomorrow, bring eighteen hundred and give me a good blow job. If you do the place is yours. We will be here through the weekend. You be ready to take over at the next stop. You have to break down the tent then pack everything and transport it to the next town. If you want to tackle all that then come back with the money and the rest of it before Friday," Matt said.

At least he gave me a couple of days to decide, even though I had already decided. During those two days, I sold video cameras, then traded my still cameras and desk top computer for a lap top and digital camera. Even with all the wheeling and dealing I had to cash a traveler's check to have enough for the gaffe and rent.

I arrived at the fair on Friday around noon. I had the ticket man call Matt, then I explained to Matt again who I was, and that I had his money. The ticket man was told to pass me through. A couple of minutes later I arrived at Matt's trailer.

"Hi there honey, come on in and close the door behind you. That is unless you want an audience," He said it with a wicked smile.

I closed the door, then I handed him the money. "I want a bill of sale and a receipt for the rent," I said.

"After I receive all my payment, you are still short exactly one blow job," He said.

He hadn't moved from his oversized chair. I walked slowly across the small room until I was standing between his legs. I lowered myself to my knees, then I placed both hands on his crotch. I felt his cock through his work pants. It seemed to be a rather ordinary cock so I unzipped his pants. I worked it out even as it hardened. When I had my hands on it, I guessed that it was about six inches long and about as thick as a garden hose. He also had a dank musty smell about him,

I stroked him a few times while kissing the head. I stroked it even as I licked the head then the shaft. I did that for several minutes. I had the fat man groaning with delight even before I sucked it into my mouth.

I held his cock pressed tightly against the roof of my mouth while massaging the under shaft with my tongue. I listened to him moan with pleasure while I felt the pressure build in me. I worked on him without even moving my head. After a long few minutes I began to move back and forth over him while I kept the pressure tight with my tongue. I continued till he began to squirm from side to side.

I was as turned on as he was. The feel of his smooth cock, moving in my mouth, drove me to orgasm several times. They were small ones but I knew I was on the way to the one that would leave me whimpering. I needed to raise the pressure in my pussy another notch. I sucked his cock deep into my mouth then swallowed against it allowing it to move into, then down my throat. I pulled back after a few seconds. His hips were jerking forward as were my own. I was teetering on the edge of the giant orgasm and couldn't push high enough till Matt filled my mouth with his hot cum. When my mouth filled, I jerked his cock to the edge of my lips. I needed all the room I could get inside my mouth to hold all his cum. I also wanted to feel it rub against my lips while I felt the release deep inside me.

When I began to really cum, I sucked him into my mouth again. I just let his cock rest in my mouth while I swallowed against it. I also whimpered and whined while I came down from the incredible high.



"Damn," Matt said, "I have never had a blow job like that. Shit, if I had known it was like that, I would have held out for two a month."

I still couldn't speak or move. I lay across his lap breathing in gasps. "Neither of us could stand more than one of those a month," I said rising. "Now I want my bill of sale and rent receipt," I repeated. He wrote it willingly.

"Be here at midnight on Saturday. You are going to have to pull the tent down and pack it. When you finish, you are going to want to meet us in Brunswick. You need to get there early enough to have your tent up by four on Tuesday," Matt said.

I simply nodded as I left his office on still shaking legs. I was uncomfortable till I got back to the motel and changed my panties. They were wet and cold.

I was extremely happy that I owned a pick up truck. I was even happier that it wasn't one of those toy things. I managed to find a camper for sale. I bought it and moved out of the motel. I had one night in it before I returned to the carnival to drop my tent.

When I arrived, at midnight, the two young men were waiting for me. "I hear you bought this gaff. I wish you luck." The tall thin kid with the greasy blonde hair said.

"Can you get it down by yourself?" Asked the shorter, darker young man.

"Not the first time. I need someone to show me how to take it down. Would one of you help me?" I asked.

"It's going to cost you." The tall blonde kid said it.

"How much?" I asked.

"Not money, Matt tells us you give a great blowjob."

"Kid, your help pulling the tent is not worth a blowjob." I said with a smile.

"The way Matt tells it you like to do it. I am just going to give you a chance to have some fun. If you do, I will help you pull the tent."

I looked hard at him, then at his dark friend. "I suppose you want a blow job as well?" I asked.

"Sure," he said not quite so sure of himself.

"Sure why not," I said. The blonde kid moved to kiss me. "Hold on kid, this is business not romance. First of all I only need one of you to help me pull the tent. Secondly, I am not going to do anything more than suck your cock. Now, you guys decide who helps me. I will suck you after the tent is packed on my truck.

The two of them left the tent. A few minutes later the blonde kid returned. He smiled and began to explain how to pull a tent. We worked together for half an hour. With the tent packed inside the pickup's bed and the costumes inside my trailer, I watched as the kid unzipped his pants.

"Don't you want to go inside the trailer?" I asked.

"No, I want you to do it right fucking here."

My truck was parked pretty far away from the nearest vehicle, and it was dark as hell so I figured why not. I walked over to him, then I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke it. I was standing and looking into his eyes, when I saw them glaze over. I dropped to my knees and kissed his hard cock, then I rubbed the head over my lips. The few drops of cum on the head allowed it to slide easily over my lips. I stroked it as I rubbed the head over my lips.

The kid evidently wasn't used to my brand of cock sucking. I felt him begin to pump against my lips. I took him into my mouth before he came on my lips. I wanted to taste his cum. I began to suck him slowly in and out. He allowed me to do that for only a couple of strokes. He was just too turned on. He began to fuck my mouth very fast, though not very deep. I pushed against his cock till I could get it into my throat. I felt him begin to spasm almost the second I swallowed against his cock.

I pulled back so that his cum filled my mouth rather than run directly down my throat. He had lasted only long enough for me to manage a couple of small orgasms. I had my eyes closed when he pulled his cock from my mouth. I was still licking my lips when I felt another hard cock press against my lips. I didn't even open my eyes. I didn't care who was standing in front of me. I simply opened my mouth and allowed the hot smooth cock to penetrate me. I felt him fucking my mouth even though I tried to manipulate him. I gave up and allowed him to use my mouth. I managed a few more minor orgasms before he shot his load into my gasping mouth.

When he finished, I still hadn't had the orgasm which would leave me whimpering. I stood and saw that he was the dark haired kid. I looked around and saw the blonde kid standing a few feet away watching. "Fuck me." I begged. "Come on kid, fuck me."

I bent across the fender of my truck and waited. I finally felt something press against me from behind. I spread my legs to make it easier for him to enter me. He pushed hard and buried his small cock inside me on the first thrust. I pressed my ass back against him. I moved back and forth on his hard cock. He for some reason or other just stood still while I fucked him. I didn't mind. I controlled the depth of his penetration and the speed of his thrusts.

I was almost at the top when I felt him tense then a hot sensation as his cum shot deep inside me. I pumped against him faster trying to reach the peak of my orgasm. I exploded in the large one just as he withdrew. I almost cried but I didn't, because immediately I was filled with another hard cock. This one drove me past the giant orgasm. It kept me high and jerking till he came inside me just like his friend.

I felt his cock pull out of me and I waited for something else to happen. Nothing did. I lay across the fender of my truck for several minutes while I recovered. I heard the two of them talking. They were standing behind me.

"You think she is all right?" asked one of them.

"Sure, she is just fucked out. I'll tell you one thing, she ain't much to look at but god damn she can suck a cock."

"Not to mention that she has a great cunt. You reckon she will fuck us every time we set up or take down her tent?"

"Man, I don't know but if she will, I will set the thing anytime she wants. She is about the best fuck I have ever had."

I listened but didn't say a word. I just lay across the hood of my truck enjoying the feel of cum running down my legs.

"Hey baby," the blonde kid said. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am. You don't think you guys could hurt me do you. Look I am headed to Brunswick. Do either of you want to ride along?"

They looked at each other, then the dark one said, "We can't. We have to help Matt drive to Brunswick. We can help you set the tent, if you want." The blonde added.

Damn, I thought as I drove alone to Brunswick. Fred had made me suck cock but he hadn't taught me how to do it. He certainly hadn't taught me how to enjoy it. I drove all night till I got to the campground outside of Brunswick. I had learned enough about the trailer to know that I needed a dump station every few days. I paid five bucks to dump my sewage and fill my water tanks.

I even spent one night in the camp ground before I moved onto the fair grounds. The kids helped me to assemble the tent. I explained to them that they had gotten much more than our deal called for. They were good kids and agreed to help me after they finished working for Matt.

Once the tent was up, I assembled the new digital equipment. I began shooting samples immediately. I made a few black and white, a couple of sepia, and even two or three color pictures. I was able to find enough kids and young people inside the carnival families to make plenty of samples.

One of the strippers came to my tent the night before we opened. "Hi my name is Tess. I have been looking at your work and I would really like one of those color pictures. Could we work out a trade for one of them?" she asked.

Tess was a small red haired girl, hardly out of her teens, she had a fair body but her face was a mass of freckles. So many and so large in fact that they almost made her ugly. She did have a nice head of hair though. "I don't know, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"How about you make the picture and I eat your cunt?" she asked.

I was surprised by her bluntness. It had been my experience that some men could pull off that blunt routine, but I had never met a woman before who could do it. I thought about it for a couple of minutes then asked, "When do you want to pose?"

"Right now," she said lowering the tent flap. She quickly removed her clothes then began posing for me. Since I had worked with strippers before, I helped her pick poses. When we reviewed them, she chose one of many. I printed it for her, then treated it with a couple of different sprays.

When I handed it to her, she took one look at it then led me to a chair. She pushed me down then lowered herself between my legs. She un buckled my belt then unzipped my pants. When she had them loose, she began pulling them down. I lifted my hips to help her.

Once I was naked from the waist, I felt her spread my legs. I closed my eyes. This was all new to me. I had never been eaten by either man or woman. I felt her hot breath against the foreskin of my clit. At the same time I felt her rough tongue begin at the bottom of my lips and lick to the top. When she did that my hips jerked off the chair.

She repeated that several times till I was moaning with desire. The pressure in my gut had reached a low level, then stopped climbing. I felt her rough tongue enter my cunt. I jerked from the sensation. I also could feel the pressure rise another notch. I squirmed my hips from side to side as she moved her tongue in and out of my cunt. It didn't fill me up like a cock, but it was a wonderful sensation knowing what was causing the rise in pressure.

My hips went from squirming side to side to pumping up and down as the pressure mounted. When I had pumped her face a couple of times, she moved to begin licking and sucking my clit. I began to explode in orgasms. I knew what she was doing, I had done the same things myself. I just never had any idea how they would actually feel. I was a mass of jelly when she finished.

I was still twitching when I heard her say, "That makes us even. Next time it will cost you twenty bucks." I opened my eyes to watch her walk out of the tent.

After that incident the balance of my first show was anticlimactic. I worked late into the evenings, then slept late into the mornings. I ate from the trailer's small refrig or cooked on the small cook stove. I couldn't afford food from the food gaffs. Everything was rube priced.

I closed the show on Sunday night and began to pack up. I had hoped to get some help taking down the tent. No such luck, my two friends were busy working for Matt. Steve, the blonde kid, informed me that as soon as the rides came down they were to take off for Hampton. The show was going to open there Wednesday afternoon.

I borrowed an aluminum step ladder to take down the tent. The poles inside were well above my five three frame. I remembered more or less how the kids had dropped the tent, so I followed their example as closely as I could remember. It took me about two hours to get it down and into the bed of my pickup.

When I finished, in spite of the cold night air, I was soaked with sweat. I determined right that minute that I would check into a motel. I needed a good night' s sleep and a long shower. As I finished hooking up the camper, I noticed Tess walking up to me.

"Hi, could I catch a ride to Hampton with you?" she asked.

I had made a point of speaking to all the other carnival people. I had tried to be overly friendly since I was the new kid on the block. I couldn't really say no to her and of course I also remembered the feel of her tongue on my clit. I didn't want to say no. "Sure, but I warn you I smell like a goat."

"I'll roll down the window if it gets too bad," she laughed.

"Hop in." I noticed that she didn't have any baggage. "You travel light?"

"My stuff is with the other girls. I just wanted a chance to talk to you."

"About what?" I asked.

"It can wait a while. Let's get the hell out of here." Tess said.

Tess had been with the show for a couple of years. She knew the way to Hampton with only a little help from the road map. She also knew of a motel outside Hampton where we could park the trailer without unhitching it.

We drove for a couple of hours before she finally got down to what was on her mind. It seems that she had found out from Steve and Mike that I paid off in pussy. She explained to me that no one really cared. Pussy was the preferred payment in the carnival. She wanted to make sure that I knew the rules. Rule one, stay away from men I knew were involved with another woman. If I didn't know, then it would be the man's fault. If I knew, then it would be my fault and Carnie women were a rough crowd.

Rule two, stay away from the rubes. I could fuck almost any of the Carnie men without too much trouble from the other men. It was kind of like one big happy family. If I should get caught fucking a rube, the men would give me hell. I might even get hurt.

She had finished her little talk. "How about the women? Can I fuck the women?" I asked with a smile.

"Most of the younger ones go either way. If I were you, I would wait to be asked. Don't worry we don't care much about looks here. You will get your share. Just don't get too serious about the women. The men don't like it if they think you are trying to monopolize the pussy."

We found the motel without too much trouble. I parked the camper beside an eighteen wheeler, then I carried my computer, camera and change of clothes into the room. Tess and I split the cost of the room so she was in the shower when I finished bringing in the computer and camera.

"Come on in," Tess said from the bathroom. "The water is hot."

I walked into the bathroom unbuttoning my blouse as I went. I pushed my jeans to the floor then climbed into the shower with her. I had no more than stepped inside the shower when I felt Tess press her firm young breasts against my almost flat chest. The smooth firmness of her breasts made my blood pressure rise. She turned me until I was under the spray of hot water.

I stood perfectly still while she soaped my shoulders, then my small but sensitive breasts. My nipples got so hard they ached. She scrubbed them hard with the wet warm cloth. It glided over my hard breasts as she soaped from them to my armpits in one stroke. My hips were pumping from the soaping. She soaped down my stomach and then my bush. She even dipped the wash cloth quickly between my legs. I felt myself explode as it brushed across my swollen cunt lips. I tried to make her continue but she pulled forcefully away from me.

She gently but firmly turned me so that I faced the wall. She washed my back and I was almost as turned on as I had been by her washing my breasts. I felt the cloth work it's way down to my ass. First she washed the cheeks, then she dipped the cloth between the cheeks and into the cleft of my ass. I felt the rag pull away then her fingers work soap into my ass hole. I moaned deeply and began to rock against her hand forcing it into the canal of my ass.

Tess used her finger to stroke inside my ass till I clinched down on her finger as I came. She knew what had happened. She turned me back to her and kissed me deeply. I hadn't allowed anyone to kiss me since the school teacher. I returned her kiss as I pulled her hard to me. Her hips beat a rhythm similar to my own as we stood in the stream of the shower.

Tess broke the kiss and said, "Let's get out of here. I think we might drown if we do what I want."

I could do no more than nod, I followed her out of the tub. She threw me one of the towels and rubbed herself dry. I worked on my own body while looking at her hooded eyes. We fell naked into the bed. For a small woman she was strong, she pushed me back on the bed. She took one of my small breasts, then forced the large hard nipple into her mouth. I moaned as I felt her sucking of my nipple. The feeling drove me to reach for her much larger breats with its smaller but equally hard nipple. I rubbed and teased her nipple as I moved toward a climax. I was pumping my hips into the air when she moved a hand to my clit. I exploded in the first of a chain of orgasms before she managed to stroke it more than once. She continued to stroke even as I began my orgasm. Her stroking caused a chain reaction. I continued to orgasm and each one was larger and harder than the last. I finally begged her to stop. I was going absolutely out of my mind. She continued a moment or two longer then stopped.

Tess rolled onto her back beside me. I was still in the throws of after orgasmic delight when I sucked her small nipple into my mouth. I licked and teased it as I sucked on it. I felt her tension grow. It was much higher than my own but I was moving higher from sucking on her tit. I waited till I though she was pretty far along then I reached between her legs. She guided my hand down from her clit to the cleft of her pussy. I ran my finger first along the outside of her. I could feel the moisture of her steamy pussy. I inserted a finger into her gently. When I worked it inside her, I found that she wasn't nearly as tight as me. I worked in a second, then a third finger. I was fucking her with them when her hips began to rise and fall. I waited till I felt her clamp hard around my fingers, then I quickly removed them to the sound of her gasp. I moved to her clit and began to stroke and rub it from side to side.

Tess was moaning so loud and cumming so hard I feared we would be thrown out of the motel. I didn't stop stroking her clit though. She was well past the initial orgasm and working on a second before I removed my finger. "No," she moaned desperately. I moved to the bottom of the bed. I forced her legs apart then lay between them. I began licking the lips of her pussy till she was again on the verge of an orgasm. I quickly moved to take her clit between my lips. I licked then manipulated it even as she jerked and gasped for breath.

She pushed my head away when the orgasms became too intense. I tried to move up her body but she held me in place. After she had rested a few minutes she guided my face back to her cunt. I licked her lips then tongue fucked her till she came. As she began to orgasm. I moved again to her clit. I took it as far into my mouth as I could. I sucked it as if it were a tiny cock. I licked the tip of it and moved it around between my lips. She came with a rush of liquid that poured out of her cunt.

She finally forced herself to sit up pushing me away from her throbbing pussy. She pushed me off the bed and followed me up. She guided me to a chair. I seated myself and spread my legs. I knew what was about to happen. She knelt between my legs and began to lick and suck on my lips till I was on fire. I begged her between moans to fuck me. She knew I meant for her to run her tongue inside my burning cunt. She finally did and I flopped about as the orgasm overtook me. She began to suck my clit as I had done hers. Before I knew it I was waking up. I had cum so hard that I passed out. At least I had lost track of reality. Tess had to tell me what I had done.

She was none to happy about it either. It seems that while I was out of my mind I had grabbed her hair and pulled her face against me with enough force to bloody her nose. I had tried to fuck her face it seems. She wasn't exactly pissed but I had hurt her and she didn't like it. I apologized several times. I explained that I had never done anything like that before. I told her it must have been the excitement of us both doing it. She seemed to understand but the sex ended for the night. I held her in my arms while she slept.

The next morning I drove to the fair grounds to drop my trailer and Tess. I then went into town to convert the cash from the week before into traveler's checks. I realized, for the first time, that even after expenses I had made well over two thousand dollars. Not only that, my expenses were almost non existent. "Damn this was almost a license to steal," I told myself.

I restocked my paper and ink supply, had a good lunch, then returned to the fair grounds. I found Steve the blonde kid waiting by my trailer.

"Hi Honey, could you use some help setting up the tent?" he asked.

I knew the price and didn't mind at all. "Sure, let me put these groceries away and we can get to it."

Steve followed me into the trailer. When I turned from the ice box, he was standing close to me. He pulled me toward him and into a kiss. That time I didn't resist. I returned his kiss as I felt his hands move to my ass. He pulled me hard against him, but I wasn't at all turned on. I mean that I had cum so much the night before that I wasn't really all that turned on.

"Come on Steve," I said as I broke the kiss. "Let's get the tent up first."

"Just so you understand. If I help you then you are going to suck my cock, right?"

"Absolutely baby, I just want to get the tent up so that we can enjoy the rest of it."

"Fair enough," Steve said. We worked together for about thirty minutes but when we finished, we had the tent and the dressing screens in place. We were inside the tent putting the last clamp on the backdrop when Steve moved behind me. I could feel his hard cock press against my ass. I rubbed my ass against his cock a few times. I could tell that he was really turned on.

He turned me roughly toward him. He pressed down hard on my shoulders, trying to force me to my knees. "Not here Steve," I said.

"Right fucking here, and right fucking now you cunt," he said.

I don't know if he knew that his words excited me or not. He may have just been doing his macho thing. I didn't care. "At least drop the tent flap." I said.

"Hell no, let them all see what a cunt you are," he said.

"What has gotten into you?" I asked. For an answer I got a slap across the face. Not a hard bone rattling slap like Fred's, it was more of a face stinging kind of slap.

"Get on your fucking knees you cunt, or so help me I will kill you." he said. I could tell from his tone that it was more bluster than anything else. It was a kick anyway. I moved behind the dressing screen pulling Steve with me. I unzipped his pants once we were hidden from view. I found his rock hard cock difficult to remove from his pants. I worked feverishly on it. When it finally sprang free, I was so turned on that I rammed it into my mouth. None of that fancy teasing this time. I had it deep in my mouth. I was enjoying the feel of it laying on my tongue when Steve took my head. He held it while he rammed his cock into my throat. I fought against the rape a moment, then realized that I would have to relax or choke on his cock. I forced the muscles in my throat to relax as his cock rammed into and past them. He rammed me till he came with a groan and a roar. I had managed to cum several times while he raped my throat.

Steve was as weak as a pup after he came. I got to my feet then kicked him in the balls. While he was on the ground rolling in pain, I kicked him in the head. "You listen to me you fuck," I said. "I pay off what I promise, I don't even mind a little rough sex, once in a while, but I fucking decide that, not you. Now get you ass up and get out of my tent." He looked like he was going to stand up and knock hell out of me. I reached into the rear pocket of my jeans. I showed him my derringer. "Don't you even think about it Steve. I will blow the fucking hell out of you."

Steve left limping but without threatening me. I sat down on my modeling stool and cried. I also shook so hard that I was afraid the pistol would go off. I was a nervous wreck all that night. I expected Steve to come after me. He didn't, he avoided me like the plague.

Word never did get out about the incident. I figured that if I kept my mouth shut Steve might drop it. I should have known better. This show was going to run till Sunday midnight. We were all going to have to be out before sun up on Monday.

I had my tent down by two a.m. I was packing it into the rear of my pickup when I sense someone behind me. I turned and found Steve only a couple of feet away. He had a rather large nasty looking knife.

"Don't you make a sound you fucking cunt. If you do, I will cut your throat and leave you here to die." It was dark enough so that no one was going to see what happened. There was so much noise with the tearing down of the midway that a scream would also go unnoticed. I nodded my understanding.

"Now you are going to pay for kicking me in the balls. Open your blouse," He ordered. I did as he said. He moved closer. With the knife he cut the band between the cups of my bra. It fell open. The knife was razor sharp. I didn't feel anything till after the blood started to flow. Steve had cut a large S onto my small right tit. Then he moved on and cut a R on the left one. "Now whore there will be no question who did that to you. You think you are tough well I'm about to show you that you ain't shit. Pull down your pants."

I didn't know what he planned but I was going to go along with anything. I was pretty sure he lacked the balls to kill me. I wasn't going to provoke him into a desperate act. I had my jeans and panties around my ankles. "Now bend over and grab onto the tailgate." he demanded.

I did exactly as he directed. I felt his cock rub against the crack of my ass. "Oh shit," I thought. "He thinks fucking me in the ass is a punishment." I decided to play along with him. "No Steve, please not that." I said as he pressed his cock against the ring of muscles guarding my ass. The whining made him even more persistent. He pushed through the muscles. I screamed in genuine pain. He hadn't lubricated my ass at all. I was surprised that the scream brought a response. It was only a moment later that one of the women came running. There was a man following behind. Steve held the knife to my throat and told them to stand back. Fortunately for me his cock wilted at the sight of the people rushing to see, what the hell was happening.

"I am going to walk away and no one is going to stop me," he said. He tried to force me to walk with him but the pants around my ankles caused me to trip. I fell and felt the knife cut me across the cheek as Steve pulled back to get away. Of course he wasn't as fast as some of the men or as strong as others.

I managed to pull my pants up even as I bled from both breasts and now my cheek. I was pretty much covered in blood. Tess was suddenly by my side. "Get out of the way. We have to get her to the hospital. She is bleeding badly."

"Get out of the way Tess," an older man said. "Let me see those cuts. Somebody, get a couple of towels and my first aid kit." The old man was the unofficial medic of the show. He had been a medic in Viet Nam. "The cuts on her breasts are minor but this one on her cheek is going to need stitches. He covered my chest with one towel then folded another for me to hold against my cheek.

I rode to the hospital in someone's pick up. I begged Tess to stay with my equipment. I didn't want to loose it. I didn't tell her about the almost thirty five grand in traveler' s checks hidden in the trailer. I wasn't nearly as concerned about the computer and camera.

I wound up with a couple of dozen stitches and bandages all over my chest. I never asked what the men did to Steve. No one ever told me. He just disappeared, how permanently I didn't know or care.

At the next show my tent was erected my Matt's people. I kept it open and even made a pretty good hit. I really took a lot of over the counter pain killer that week. A month later I went without the bandage on my face for the first time. The scar was red and angry looking. I managed to find time to see a cosmetic surgeon about it. He told me that it would fade but always be a visible reminder of that night. He could fix it but not till it healed longer. I was going to be stuck with it at least six months.

"Fortunately the knife was razor sharp. The scar will be thin. The doctor who stitched it up did a good job not to have been a plastic surgeon. The stitch scars would fade almost completely the doctor told me. The scar was about six inches long and ran from the bridge of my nose all the way across my cheek and under my jaw.

I hadn't cum since Steve cut me. Everybody felt too sorry for me to suggest anything. It had been over a month and I was pretty horny. I had to almost rape Mike to get his young ass to fuck me. When I sucked his cock, I didn't feel any pain. I hadn't expected to feel any. I got off several times. Things were pretty much back to normal, I thought.

I had lost a lot of weight, since eating was painful. I had a figure for the first time in years. I mean my waist was smaller than my hips. I changed jean sizes and had a great ass. The rubes would whistle at me from behind. It was when I turned and they saw first the scars on my face then the flatness of my chest, that they looked away embarrassed.

I went through the summer and into the fall fucking only Tess and Mike. I used Mike to help me with the heavy work of the shows. I paid him in pussy. I don't think he realized that I would have let him fuck me anytime he asked. He always had to do some work for me before he would ask. Tess on the other hand came to me to get her pipes cleaned just like me. I know she was fucking a lot of the men but I didn't care. I would have been fucking them myself, if I had her looks.

When the show closed for the winter after Thanksgiving, I drove back to the small town plastic surgeon. He agreed to fix the scar so that with an ordinary amount of makeup it would be invisible. There were actually only two places where he had to do any cutting at all. One was on the side of my nose and the other on my jaw line.

I stayed in the camp ground till I healed. On my last visit for the scar repair, I showed him my breasts. He told me the scars were almost gone. According to him I shouldn't bother because they had healed as well as could be expected. My nipples got hard as he examined the spot where the blade had nicked one of them. If he noticed he made no comment.

"Have you ever thought of breast augmentation? I am not trying to promote business but with that figure of yours you should give it some thought." He said.

"So Doc, how much would a new set of tits cost me?" I asked.

"Less than a new car. You would have them a lot longer and probably enjoy them more," he said.

"Doc I need a dollar amount."

"About eight thousand dollars," he said.

"If I were a topless dancer, I would consider it. Since I'm not, I think I will save my money."

"I don't blame you. You are a nice small, thin woman. With a slightly padded bra you would have an almost perfect figure."

"Doc, where I come from, the men get pissed when they remove the bra and find no breasts under it," I laughed.

"Whatever," he said.

I thought a lot about what he had said as I drove to my trailer. When I got inside, I took a look at myself in the mirror. I had made myself up for the visit into town. The scars were not noticeable even close up. I looked at my figure in the mirror. My legs were long looking, especially in the jeans. My hips flared as they should. I turned and saw that my ass protruded the way men liked. That was due to the slimness of my waist. I really didn't bother to eat since I had moved to the camper. It appeared that my body would stay the same size. Men still looked hard at me till they saw my flat chest. Some didn't mind but I wanted to make them all keep staring at me. It was an ego thing.

My next step to changing my looks was to replace my thick glasses with contacts, On the day I first wore them, I stood in front of my full length mirror, I removed my blue men's work shirt and replaced it with a cotton tee shirt. I looked hard at myself for the first time. I could see the bra outline through the shirt. I removed them both then replaced the shirt without the bra. My chest was almost completely flat but my nipples protruded slightly, as did my small breast. I concluded that I was almost sexy without the bra, even though I was flat. I thought, "Fuck it," then went out to lunch. The men seemed to notice me all right. They continued to stare even after they saw my flat chest.

I hadn't been fucked since I left the show two months previously. I was horny as hell and still had another month before the show began again. I was on the verge of going to a bar to pick up a man when a woman knocked on my door. I couldn't see who she was till I opened the frosted door.

"Tess, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked hugging her.

"I just came to see how you are doing. You look great. I don't know there is something different about you. You look wonderful," she said.

"Thank you," I answered.

"Am I allowed in?" the voice came from a woman closer to my age than Tess's."

"I'm sorry," Tess said, "Honey, this is Ruth. Ruth is my friend. We met at one of those strip clubs in Charlotte."

Ruth didn't carry herself like a stripper. "You a dancer?" I asked

"Lord no honey, I could never shake my body so that men would give me money. I am an artist."

"Really what kind?" I asked.

"Tattoo," she answered with a smile. "Here let me show you." She reached over to Tess and pulled up her shirt. I saw a small rose tattooed over her generous breast.

"That is really lovely," I said meaning it. The rose was delicate and quite wonderful.

"You should have a tattoo," Tess suggested.

"Take off your clothes," Ruth demanded. I would have gotten upset, if I hadn't been able to see that she had a professional interest.

I did as she directed, right down to moving as she suggested. "Sweetie, don't take offense at this. If you aren't going to get a tit job, and there is no reason you should, then you should have a tattoo. Hell you have a great body to show off my tattoos. Tell you what, if you will make me pictures of them and allow me to bring people over to see your tattoos, I will do them for half price.

"I am going to have to think about that." I said.

"Fuck thinking about it. Get drunk and let's do it," Tess suggested.

"What kind do you want to do?" I asked.

"You need something that you can either hide or show off. You know if you feel like being really conservative it won't show but if you want, it will show a little and promise a lot more."

"God that sounds sexy," I said.

"Put on the kind of blouse you would like to wear when you are feeling sexy and I will show you what I can do."

I put on a tank top while Ruth went to her car. When she returned she had a large box of felt tipped pens. She made a couple of marks to guide her. "Now take off the top and let me get to work. I didn't look while she ran the markers over my skin. I felt them circle my nipples and move down across my belly.

"Take down your pants," Ruth demanded.

I did and felt the marker move down to the edge of my pubic hair. I stood before her trembling at the touch of the markers. I heard her speak to Tess. "God she is as hot a number as you said. I'll bet she is great in bed, are you good in bed Honey?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered simply.

"If you like this design, will you fuck me." she asked.

I opened my eyes for the first time and looked at her. She was older heavier and less attractive than either Tess or I. She had something though. I think it was that she was pure dike. Tess and I both went either way. This woman' s attitude told me that she could fuck my eyes out. "I'll fuck you even if I don't like the drawing," I said.

Her hand moved between my legs and she began to stroke my clit. Like I said before I was horny as hell. I came in seconds. While I stood vibrating before her she began painting again with the felt pens. She got me off twice more before she finished painting.

"Okay look at it and see what you think," Ruth demanded.

I looked in the mirror and found a snake coiled over my body. His head started on my left shoulder and he coiled around my left breast then ran over to coil around my right one. Then the body widened slightly as he curled down my flat stomach and into the hair nest over my pussy. He reappeared from between my legs and went on a couple of inches onto my thigh before he ended. I knew that my jeans would hide the snake' s end. I also knew that my really short jeans would not. I tried on a tank top and his head was plainly visible and even a little of a coil where it rose above my breast. I tried on a short sleeve blouse and the snake was hidden. Even with the deep vee of the neck he was hidden. I unbuttoned one more button and his body peaked into the bottom of the vee. If I wore a cut off top the snake had a curl before it disappeared into the shirt at the top and my jeans at the bottom.

"Son of a bitch Ruth, when can you start on it?" I asked.

"Right after you fuck me." She said, pulling me to her. She kissed me with her tongue deep in my mouth. I let her tongue fuck me for a while. I was so turned on by the sight of the tattoo and her hands moving over my body that I almost came before she broke the kiss. When the kiss ended, she forced me to my knees. She sat in the chair while I pulled her work pants over her hips stripping her from the waist.

Tess sat and watched while I moved my head between Ruth's naked thighs. I pressed my face against her cunt and licked it till she came. I then inserted my tongue and fucked her with it till she came again. Finally I licked and manipulated Ruth's clit till she came a final time. With that one she screamed softly. I pulled away to give her time to relax.

Breathlessly she said, "Damn, you weren't kidding you are a great fuck. Let me catch my breath and we will talk more about your tattoo."

We settled on a price for the tattoo. Ruth brought in her needle and began. It was far too much to do in one session so the two of them parked their camper in the next row. Everyday Ruth and Tess would come over. Ruth would work on a few more inches of the snake then we would all get naked and fuck.

I thought Ruth was almost finished when she reached my thigh. I was wrong she coiled the snake again till it reached around and onto the cheeks of my ass. I knew the final couple of inches where his slimed down tail and that it pointed right to my asshole. I stood naked and looked into the mirror. The snake was wonderful and just as promised I could hide him completely if I chose to dress conservatively. I could also turn men's heads by letting the snakes head show or by allowing his body to show in strategic places. Even lying on my back you could see the snakes tail disappear into the cleft of my ass. It was an absolutely erotic sight anywhere you saw it.

I gave Ruth five hundred bucks when she and Tess left a couple of days after the snake was finished. I tested the snake the day after they had gone. I wore a cut off tank top and short shorts into town. I went to the computer store to buy some ink and paper. I attracted so much attention that the men almost fought over who would wait on me. Even the girl who checked me out couldn't help staring at the snake. Of course all that staring made my nipples hard and pointed through the thin tank top.

I got an even bigger reaction when I stopped for lunch. After about twenty minutes a total stranger came up and asked me out for a drink. I accepted. The bar where we stopped was so dark that no one saw him finger fucking me or my hand stroking his cock. Both of us were too hot to stay for more than one drink. We checked into the local motel.

He kissed me hard as he worked off my top. Once he got a look at the snake, he buried his head against my chest. He sucked my small tit into his mouth. He sucked so hard that it hurt but I didn't make a sound. I simply enjoyed the pain. He forced me onto the bed. Then he removed my shorts. He didn't even see the snake's final movements. He was too intend on sticking his hard cock in my steaming cunt. I repositioned myself to make it easier for him to fuck me.

I felt myself spread as he forced his way deep inside me. I could feel his hot cock buried deep in me. He began to move and I went wild with the feel of his cock massaging inside my pussy. I forced my hips up against him trying to drive him even deeper inside me. I rocked back and forth while he drove as hard and deep as he could.

I came several times while he worked to get his load ready. I waited for him to cum but he never did. I could tell he just gave up and dragged his still hard cock from my body. I didn't wait for him to explain. Instead I rolled on top of him and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked it long and slow, I could feel when he began to pump uncontrollably. I forced his cock into my throat to bring him to the final plateau. When I felt him begin to cum, I pulled back so that I could taste it. I swallowed hard as he shot wad after wad into my mouth.

"God that was good," I whispered. I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked. He simply shook his head then stood to dress.

"You better get dressed. I will take you back to your car." he said.

"No problem," I replied. I turned my back to him so that he could see the snakes tail disappear into my asshole. I saw him in the mirror as he shivered at the sight.

"How much do I owe you?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm not a hooker." I wasn't angry. I knew to him I must appear to be a pro.

"No, I really want to pay you." he said.

"What are you a cop?" I smiled.

"No, I'm actually a doctor." he replied.

"No kidding, Don't worry Doc, I'm not a pro. I did it because I wanted to do it. Just give me a ride back to my car."

On the drive back to the bar he said, "You know that snake is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I have never done this before."

"Don't worry I have," I said with a smile.

"Could I see you again?" He asked.

"I don't think your wife would like that." I said pointing to his ring.

"I see, then why did you do it today? I mean, if that bothers you," he asked.

"It doesn't bother me. It bothers you. Doc, I can tell when a man is having a problem."

"I was, but you took care of it for me." He said it with a smile.

"Glad to help."

"One of the doctors in my practice is a plastic surgeon. I can get you anything you want free. That is, if you will see me again."

"Tell you what doc, I don't think either of us is willing to pay the price for what I want."

"I will pay. You don't have to do anything you didn't do today."

"Would you really pay ten grand just to fuck me again." I asked.

"More than that, if I had to." he said.

"Doc, I am leaving here next month. If you want, you can come see me anytime till then. If you want to make me a present of the tit job before I leave, I will take it."

"Done," he said. It really was done.

I came to town as a thirty two AAA cup and left a thirty four C cup. I mean man I was a knockout. Men turned to stare even when I dressed conservatively. I still showed the snakes head on occasion just for the hell of it.

When the carnival opened I was right there. I had a new look and a new attitude. Nobody fucked with me after that. I carried the derringer and was at last prepared to use it. I still enjoyed a good fuck. That part hadn't changed.

The End