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I was pretty crazy in college and am rather dynamic in my classroom, but I am pretty shy and reclusive with my colleagues. After graduating, I used my parents inheritance to travel before I was just hired to teach 5th grade. I was an only sibling and now since i had moved on I was pretty lonely. I was the only new teacher in the school and I just didn't seem to fit in. The only other new person was a substitute named Jack. We went out for drinks a couple of times, and had shared some rather naughty sexual secrets while intoxicated, but had not really hung out more than after-school drinks. Then out of the blue he invited me to a Halloween party. Sick of being alone, I figured I might as well go.
I should note I love Halloween. My craziest sexual encounter occurred on Halloween when my boyfriend at the time actually penetrated me while we were standing in line for a movie. I was panty-less, as my boyfriend always expected me to be, and the line was packed tight. He dr*ped his sports jacket over his arm and I felt his hard cock on my thighs, so although nervous as hell, I spread my legs, attempting to give him access. He only got the wide mushroom head of his cock in me before the line started to move, but it started a night of firsts.
During the movie, a showing of Rocky Show Horror Picture Show, I sucked him off and swallowed the first of two loads he would fill me with. After the show, he fucked me on the hood of his car and came in me as two peeping Toms watched. I noticed them but, instead of being mortified, it seemed to turn me on. I put on a very naughty show for them, talking dirty and doing porn star moaning. It was my one act of crazy-out-of-character sex I ever had, and was always the one recurring fantasy I jilled off too late at night when I was all alone in bed. But I digress...the point is I love Halloween. I get to dress up and be someone other than myself. In the past I had been a French maid, a naughty nurse and a sexy cowgirl. Yet, when I learned I was going to a party with a bunch of strangers, I decided to play it safe and ended up going as an angel, dressed completely in white. I had the halo, the conservative dress, the white pantyhose and the three-inch white heels.
Jack picks me up, dressed a hot macho pirate showing his hairy chest and big bulge and he chuckled when she saw my outfit. "Why didn't you just go as a nun?"
I stammered, now feeling silly, "I don't know anyone at the party and didn't want to come off as slutty."
He smiled as led me to his car, "Oh don't you worry, they will all know you by the end of the evening."
At the time the statement seemed odd, but in retrospect it was an incredibly subtle hint of what was in store for me. I should note, in full disclosure, I am very bi. I had told Jack this and much more. I had a few lesbian flings in my past, again, but had a six month relationship with an older divorced women a year or so ago. She ended up wanting me to stay with her, but I felt the need to start my career and moved on. Anyway, not to digress, it had been six months since I had touched a man or a woman, and suddenly my wanton desire was becoming harder to ignore.
We arrived at the party. As soon as we entered the house, a mansion really, I felt out of place. Not only did I not know a single person here besides Jack, every girl I saw was dressed as if they were about to be filmed in a porno scene. There was the slutty pirate, the slutty mermaid, the slutty flapper, the slutty cop, the slutty nurse, the slutty Cinderella, three slutty Lady Gaga's and, of course, the slutty school girl. The women's ages ranged from early twenties to over forty.
Jack grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, which surprised me and gave me a slight tingle down below, and led me to a beautiful blonde. The blonde was introduced as Amy and she was the hostess of the party. Her blue eyes were hypnotizing and my tingle down below began to distract me. The blonde was dressed as a real slutty version of Wilma Flintstone. She put her hand out and said, "You must be Mandy. I have heard very good things about you."
"You have?" I stammered, stunned that Jack would have talked about me to her.
"Oh yes," the blonde Goddess smiled, "he said you would be a perfect fit for our group."
"Oh," I replied, confused.
Before I could get any clarification, another woman, dressed as the mandatory slutty maid, came over and pulled Amy away.
I turned to Jack, who was still holding my hand, and asked, "What group?"
"Oh, just the people here. She is very selective in who she invites into her home. Thus I had to vouch for you," he explained, squeezing my hand just a bit.
Feeling a bit lucky and decadent, I thanked the younger intern, "Well, I am happy you thought of me."
The next twenty minutes I was introduced to over thirty people and had two glasses of wine before I was introduced to Amy's husband, dressed not surprisingly as Bam Bam Rubble. He went to kiss my hand all suave-like, and spilt a whole glass of red wine on my pure white costume.
Within seconds, Amy was over and pulling me away. "I am so sorry Mandy. My husband is a klutz at the best of times, never mind when he has had a few drinks in him."
I attempted to explain that it was no big deal, but before I knew it, I was in a massive bedroom, a room that was truly bigger than my whole apartment. Before I could even say how gorgeous the room was, the pretty hostess had my dress off. "Shit," she muttered, "the wine went through and onto your bra." In the blink of an eye, she had unclasped my bra. Just as quickly she was gone and I was alone in white panties, pantyhose and heels in a stranger's bedroom. Instantly a chill went up my back and I was shivering. Against my own wishes, my nipples perked up and I attempted to cover myself while I waited.
Amy returned and said, all apologetic, "I am so sorry about that. Now let's get you a new costume." She shuffled through her closet and sighed. "Unfortunately, I am a bit larger than you, but my daughter may have something." She handed me a robe, which I quickly put on. She grabbed my hand and led me to another large room, although this one was not as big as my apartment. She let go of my hand and, after much snooping, came back with a school girl's uniform and a cheerleader's outfit. "Well, the choices, I am sorry to say, are rather limited."
I joked, trying to put some humour into the situation, "Well, at least I will fit in with the rest of the costumes now."
She laughed in return and suggested, "Well let's try the schoolgirl look, shall we?"
I shrugged, thinking why not?
Her sweet tender voice asked me, as one would ask to pass them some sugar for their coffee, "Please take off your robe, Mandy."
Not feeling at all self-conscious around this stunning woman, which was odd for me, I took off the robe.
The older hostess surprised me when she commented, "I would die for your legs, girl."
"Thanks, I always considered them my best asset. I wish I had breasts like you," I replied, attempting to return the compliment.
"Are you kidding me?" she responded, "They are too big. My husband treats them like fucking basketballs and no matter how much I workout I can't prevent the inevitable sag." The surprises continued as she took off her flimsy tight costume. Underneath her costume she was only wearing a white thong.
I saw little evidence of sagging and could feel my mouth watering at the thought of them in my mouth. I questioned, trying not to stare at these large breasts, "What sagging? Those look pretty perfect to me."
The big-breasted hostess moved directly in front of me and surprised me yet again. She grabbed my right hand and placed it under her left breast and assisted me in cupping her breasts. "See, they sag."
Mesmerized by the breast in my hand, I mumbled, "They seem pretty damn perfect to me."
Still holding my hand to her mouth-watering breasts, she complimented, "You have perfect titties, Mandy."
Not used to such flattery over my most insecure body part, I blushed and sputtered, "Thanks."
Her right hand went to my left breast. An uncontrollable soft moan escaped my lips at her sudden touch. Her smile broadened and she explained, "They are the perfect size. everyone will enjoy them." She squeezed my breast gently as she finished speaking. I desperately wanted to feel her lips on my erect nipples. Instead I was brought back to reality. Her hand left my needy breast and she noted, seemingly concerned, "It must be freezing in here. Your nipples are as hard as diamonds. Although the costumes we have probably won't warm you up much. " The domino-chain of surprises continued on this roller coaster ride of teasing. The beautiful and almost completely naked blonde hostess dropped to her knees and I instantly felt a shiver flow through my whole body and a little juice leak out of my very wet pussy. I instantly worried she would be able to smell my naughty scent. She asked, "Lift your foot up, honey."
I obliged, and she unbuckled the straps on my high heel shoe. Once my first shoe was off, she took off my second heel before complimenting, "What cute toenails."
I loved the compliment. I always had my hands and feet perfectly manicured and had done them today, painting them a ruby red, a small contrast to the all-white outfit I had worn. It was my small, but subtle, hint at the naughty side that lay dormant inside. "Thank you, I just had them done today."
Reading my mind, she noted, "The color is quite a contrast, my dear. A naughty little contrast." I blushed. Still one her knees, in one quick lightning flash, she grabbed my pantyhose tops and pulled my pantyhose off. "You won't be needing these anymore," she nonchalantly said and tossed them to the side. She lingered, her face close to my very excited pussy before standing up. She grabbed the schoolgirl blouse. "Unfortunately, I don't have a bra that will fit you, so you will have to go braless."
Speaking for the first time in a while and attempting to hide my horniness and nervousness, I joked, "How 1960's."
She handed me her daughter's school uniform blouse. While I buttoned the somewhat tight blouse on me, I watched Amy grab the skirt and reposition herself at my feet.
Suddenly the door opened and I jumped startled and embarrassed by the perception of how this would look. Heather walked in and said, a look of shock on her face, "Oh sorry, I am obviously interrupting something."
Amy quickly explained, "Don't be silly. We are just getting a costume for our new friend."
Jack closed the door, an odd smirk on his face I couldn't understand, "I brought some more wine. White this time," he joked.
I quickly finished buttoning the blouse and lifted my feet up so Amy could pull the skirt up. Once dressed, Jack handed me a full glass of wine, which I quickly half downed, my tipsiness becoming more apparent.
Amy stood up and looked at me. "You definitely need the knee-high socks."
"For sure," Jack concurred.
Amy went in search of the socks while I continued to drink my wine. "She's awesome, isn't she?"
"Yes," I agreed, "She is very open."
"You don't know the half of it," he replied, his tone oddly foreboding.
"Found some," Amy announced, breaking the odd moment Jack and I were having. She handed them to him, who took them and, without a word, dropped to his knees and began to put the socks on me.
I protested, "I can do it myself."
Amy spoke for Jack, "No, no, no. he will do it for you."
I watched, almost detached from reality. Was this really happening? And what exactly was happening? The last twenty minutes had been all surreal and dripped with unspoken sexual innuendo, but Jack on his knees dressing me upped the ante. From my standing position, I had a bird's-eye view of Jack's growing bulge. His hands and the third glass of wine, which I had just finished, had me thinking naughty, naughty thoughts. My increasingly wet pussy also gave away the impact the odd situation was having on me.
I began to fantasize diving between Jack's legs and tasting his manhood when I was brought out of my mischievous daze. "Hello, Earth to Mandy!"
"W-w-what?" I stammered, briefly confused.
"I said, you look really adorable," Amy repeated, and pointed to the closet mirror.
I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself. "Wow," I muttered out loud.
"Wow, indeed," Jack commented. "But...." he added.
"But what?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"You need pigtails," Jack announced.
"Brilliant!" Amy enthusiastically agreed.
I stood like a statue as Amy grabbed a couple of elastic hair bands and quickly put two pigtails in my shoulder-length, light brown hair.
Backing up to get a full look at me, "Now that is perfect."
"Agreed," Jack concurred, "Plus, they will make great handlebars."
Amy burst out laughing, "That they will."
"Handlebars?" I asked, feeling completely out of the loop.
Jack smiled slyly, his foreboding tone back, "You'll see soon enough."
Just as I was about to ask what that meant, Amy confused me even more by moving towards me and kissing me. My body melted at the touch, remembering how good it was to be kissed, and I didn't even hesitate to return the kiss. I opened my mouth and felt Amy's tongue slide into my mouth. The kiss, gentle at first, slowly escalated to reckless passion. Without breaking our lip-lock, Amy slowly pushed me backwards and onto her daughter's bed. Once on the bed, Amy broke the kiss, her big breasts now directly in my face, and offered, "Go ahead, baby, I know you have wanted to suck on them for a while now." I leaned forward and took her left breast into my salivating mouth. Amy moaned, "That's it baby, suck on my titties." I licked, sucked and nibbled on her breasts, eager to please. She pushed my head back on the bed and pressed her breasts back in my face. Although slightly suffocated, I continued to explore Amy's gorgeous mounds of flesh.
While my face was buried, I suddenly felt my skirt, well Amy's daughter's skirt, being pulled off me. I lifted my ass up to assist with my undressing. Now naked from the waist down, I vaguely heard Jack say, "Holy shit, her pussy is soaking wet."
Amy pulled her breasts away from my mouth and looked me directly in my eyes. "Is that true, baby, is your pussy all wet?"
"Yes," I moaned, feeling my legs being pushed apart.
Asking a question I am sure she already knew the answer to, "What got that sweet pussy of yours all wet?"
"You," I moaned again, feeling lips kissing my inner thigh.
"What about me?" she asked, beginning to unbutton my blouse.
Wanting to please her, to compliment her, I answered in complete honesty, "Everything. You're lovely breasts, your sexy voice, your tender touch and your open demeanour."
"My lovely breasts," she repeated, "I have had them called lots of things before, but lovely breasts is a first." My last button was undone and Amy opened my shirt and said, "Do you want me to suck on your lovely little titties?"
"Desperately," I moaned, feeling Jack's hot breath just inches from my already leaking pussy.
"Do you want Jack to lick that sweet pussy of yours?" Amy asked leaning forward and taking my erect right nipple in her mouth.
Another moan of pleasure escaped my mouth and I whimpered, "Yes."
Taking her lips off my breast, Amy said, "Well, then just ask her then."
Amy returned her attention to my breasts and I nervously begged, "Jack, please eat me."
"Eat your what?" he teased, his hot breath now directly on my pussy.
Desperate to be touched down below, I begged, "Please eat my pussy, my cunt, my hole. I am begging you."
"If you really want it, you are my pet tonight." Jack surprised me, before his tongue did one quick lick on my hard clit.
"What?" I moaned, a mix of erotic pleasure from Amy's mouth on my breasts and Jack's brief tease on my pussy.
Amy interjected, "You see, my dear, this party is our annual Halloween swing party."
"Swing party," I repeated, stunned.
"Yes," Amy explained. "And you see, every year a new guest is invited to be the special entertainment for the evening. This year it is you!" Amy returned to my hard nipples.
"Me?" I asked, in a state of complete bewilderment.
Amy released the nipple that she had between her teeth. "You indeed, and I think Jack made an excellent choice. You see, last year Jack brought us a hot little asian girl who is now our special pet, but she is away this week so we need another pet."
She again returned her attention to my sensitive nipples. I moaned and tried to process all that I had just learned. My mind was a haze of drunkenness and horniness, neither a very good state to make logical decisions in. I repeated, trying to comprehend, "I am the special guest?"
Jack licked my pussy for a few seconds before quitting and answering, "Yes, you are the special guest." He slid a finger easily inside my dripping wet pussy and asked, "Do you want me to make you come?"
Without even a second of thought I begged, "Please Jack, eat my pussy."
"You mean your cunt, right?"
Thinking it was just semantics and both words were rather naughty and inappropriate, I repeated what she wanted to hear. "Yes Jack, please eat my wet fucking cunt."
"You'll be our special little plaything tonight?" Jack asked.
My pussy aching for attention, his finger still lodged in me, but not moving, I declared, horny to do just about anything, "Yes dammit, I'll do whatever you want tonight, now please eat my fucking cunt. I am so horny I am about to explode."
Jack, finally content with my answer, dove into my dripping cunt and began licking me while he also began to finger-fuck me. The double sensation, triple if you include Amy's tender playing of my breasts, was too much and in only a couple of minutes of concentrated attention to my wanton cunt and I was screaming like a nasty whore. "Oh my fucking God, that feels so amazing. Don't stop Jack, keep licking my cunt." Jack, clearly aware of how close I was to an orgasm, my first orgasm with another person in four months, slipped a second finger in me with surprising ease, and began pumping my cunt while sucking on my swollen clit.
Unlike many women who can only come once, my first orgasm usually takes a while and then they come fast and furious. So although my moans were loud and I was loving every minute of Jack's clearly experienced tongue, I knew I was still a while away from an orgasm...but I was wrong. Jack sucked my cli like he was a fucking Hoover vacuum and hooked his fingers inside my fevered cunt and found my long lost g-spot. I instantly screamed, "Oh, my bloody heavens, I'm comingggggg." My legs tightened around Jack's head as I gushed like a broken faucet all over his face.
Once my orgasm had subsided, my next one was already lingering, when Jack pulled himself up and out from between my legs. His face literally glistening from my juice, smiled, "Fuck! You come hard." "Now, it's my turn."
Then, Jack stood over me and undid his pants and feed me his raging boner. I had rubbed up against it a few times before and knew it was pretty big, but I had no idea.
Jack is Italian, and he calls his dick, the "monster salami" and he was not lying. The thing was so thick and long I could barely take it all in my mouth.
I began fondling his huge hairy balls while I let him face fuck me and not before long he was grunting and I felt his cock start to twitch and soon Jack cock spurt three large shots of hot cum in my mouth. I immediately had another intense orgasm as I swallowed every drop.
Jack looked down at my, his huge cock and bulbous head still on my lips and I shrugged, "Once I start coming, it takes forever to stop."
"That will surely be tested tonight," Jack predicted.
In the heat of sexual bliss I had forgotten that I was some sort of special toy for the evening. Amy handed me another glass of wine. I quickly shot half of it. Amy looked me over for what seemed like forever before she decided, "I think the cheerleading costume will be better for the rest of tonight's entertainment."
"Agreed," Jack responded with a nod.
Unlike the erotic sexual undertone tease of my first dressing, this time Amy and Jack dressed me with systematic precision.
When they were done, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a red and white cheerleading outfit, with white thigh high stockings, clearly in view with such a short skirt and my hair was still in pigtails. I looked fucking hot.
"You are good enough to eat," Jack commented and added, a devilish smirk on his face, "again."
Amy chuckled, "Time for the main attraction."
"Indeed," Jack smiled, taking my hand.
Although nervous and full of angst, I allowed myself to be led into the sexual unknown. A small tinge of trepidation was easily overtaken by the excitement I was feeling. My pussy was still soaking wet and I was revved up for more.
Once back downstairs, I quickly realized a lot had changed. Now I didn't walk into a full-scale orgy or anything, but things had apparently started to get a lot looser. A guy dressed, as I think, an eighties pimp was fucking a girl dressed as Marilyn Monroe and the girl in the slutty Cinderella costume was sucking on a big black cock, which was attached to a guy wearing some sort of medieval costume.
I was led to a chubby, but very pretty, woman dressed in a Batman outfit that was a size or two too small. She also was wearing a strap-on dildo around her waist.
"Good choice, Jack," the chunky brunette complimented.
"Thank you, Allison," he replied, before introducing me, "and this is Mandy."
The strap-on cock-wearing Allison took my free hand and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you." Her smile dripped with sweetness, her cock poking me ever so close to my still fired up pussy.
I blushed, "it is nice to meet you too."
"Are you ready for a fun night?" she asked, with a suggestive smile.
"I think so," I stammered, extremely nervous, as I looked around and felt more than a dozen sets of eyes boring into me.
"Come with me," Batwoman said, taking my hand. I followed her and she took me to a quiet area of the house. "What is your fantasy?"
"What?" I asked, surprised by the question.
"Well, you are the special guest and many men and women here are salivating with the thought of using you, but we do like to attempt to make some naughty fantasy of yours come true."
"Oh," I said stunned, "I don't know."
"For example," Allison explained, "Last year when Xie was the special guest her fantasy was being used as a personal sex-toy for a group of hung men.
"Oh my," I whispered, a naughty fantasy flashing in my head.
Allison's noticed my smile and asked, "One popped into your head didn't it?"
"Yes," I said, suddenly ashamed.
"Tell me," she ordered, her voice still sweet, but with a hint of authority.
"Well you see, I can have multiple orgasms. Actually, I can have dozens of orgasms. So, my recurring fantasy is to have man after man fuck me for hour after hour."
"Well, that can be arranged. You want to be gangbanged?"
"Oh yes I do, but tonight I want just have guy after guy come in me and on me," I tried to explain, not really sure myself.
"Aaahh, a train," Allison said with a smile. "Come with me."
She grabbed my hand again and led me back to the living room. She took me to the couch, bent me over and lifted up my cheerleading skirt. Before I even had time to react, she slid her strap-on cock inside my pussy and began fucking me. Suddenly, over a dozen people were watching me be fucked by another woman. It should have been humiliating or embarrassing, yet my trigger pussy was already rekindling a fire. Jack came over and Allison whispered something to his and he responded by saying "Will do".
Allison asked, "You like my cock, Mandy?"
"Yes," I whimpered, the plastic cock now buried in me.
"Beg me to fuck you," she ordered.
I looked up and saw the many smiling faces watching me. My pussy, my cunt, doing my thinking for me, I ignored the obvious public humiliation I should have been feeling and begged, "Yes, Allison, fuck my cunt, fuck me like a whore in front of all these strangers."
Allison slapped my ass and purred, "You are going to be a very good slut for us tonight, aren't you?"
She pumped my pussy hard and I whimpered, "Yes, I'll be a very good slut for all of you tonight."
The hardcore fucking, the name calling, which secretly turned me on for some unknown reason, and the growing crowd of men and women watching, had my cunt-tingling and the fire that had never fully been extinguished began burning red hot and my moaning increased ten-fold.
"Is our little slut close to coming?" Allison asked, never slowing down her assault of my cunt.
"Yes," I moaned, "make me come."
In response I felt her pull the fake cock out of my eager cunt. Before I had time to react and beg her to put it back in me, I felt much bigger hands, man hands, on my hips. I turned around and saw a guy in a full Spiderman costume, so I couldn't see his face, but I could see his stiff cock, briefly, before it disappeared between my legs and into my cunt. I gave out a loud, over-the-top moan when he buried his, cock, bigger than Allison's toy, in me. He held his cock deep in me and said, "You looked like you could use a real cock."
Not remotely caring about anything but reaching orgasmic bliss, I responded like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming, "Fuck yes. Fuck me with your big hard cock."
Spiderman obliged my request and began to really pound my pussy. I moaned loudly and felt the orgasm building and a few seconds later screamed, "Oh fuck, yes, I'm coming, keep fucking me Spiderman."
The orgasm spread like wildfire through me as Spiderman's big cock continued to ravish my cunt. I was just about to speak again when I was greeted with another stiff cock, this time in my face. I looked up to see a big buff male God in a Roman costume standing in front of me, on the couch. His six inch cock saluted me and he smiled a cocky smile that told me he expected me to be good. Not wanting to disappoint, I opened my mouth and he slid it in between my lips. It had been a long time since I had a cock in my mouth, but luckily the skill doesn't leave you, it seems. I attempted to use my tongue and lips to tease his mushroom head while Spiderman continued to hammer away at me from behind. Bent over the couch was slightly awkward and I couldn't get into a good position to suck his cock.
Suddenly I heard Spiderman grunt, "I'm coming slut," and a few seconds later I felt a load of cum explode inside me. He continued pumping his cock in and out of me until every last drop of his jizz was buried deep in me and he pulled out. My cunt was empty for less than five seconds before I felt a smaller cock slide into my well-lubed pussy. I was curious who it was, but felt the Roman God's hands on my head and soon he began to move his cock in and out of my mouth. For the first time in my life I was being face-fucked. Luckily, he moved his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, while the guy behind me was fucking me like a high school virgin. There was no flow or style, just quick pumps and strokes. That said, it was enough to hit my pussy trigger and I reached another orgasm. I opened my mouth a bit to let out a scream, as best as I could do with a cock in my mouth. The guy in my cunt may well have been a virgin for all I know, as he didn't last long before he shot a load deep in me. Once he slid out, it was quickly replaced with another cock that soon began pumping in and out of my well-fucked cunt. Eager to taste this Roman God's cum, I focused all my attention on his delicious cock. I deep throated as best I could and created extra saliva to create an oasis of pleasure for his cock. It took less than three minutes of my focused sucking to hear a grunt, which was followed by a heavy load of cum coating my throat. I swallowed it all and kept sucking until he pulled out of my mouth. He looked down at me, smiled and gave me a wink before walking away.
Curious to see who was fucking me, I turned around to see the man who triggered it all, Amy's husband. He too gave me a naughty smile and spanked my ass. "Enjoying yourself?"
I moaned, "Very much so."
"Turn around babe," he ordered.
I did and saw one of the Lady Gaga clones sitting on the couch with a smile. Without a word she kissed me. I kissed back as best I could while being drilled from behind. Suddenly, I felt hands on my ponytails and had my head pulled back as Amy's husband fucked me. I instantly caught on to the earlier handlebars joke. The Lady Gaga lookalike nibbled on my neck as another orgasm from being treated so rough shook through me. I screamed, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder." My dirty talk seemed to get him off and I felt yet another load of cum explode in my cunt. I continued my dirty talk, "Yes, fill me with your cum." He slapped my ass and pulled out.
The Lady Gaga lookalike ordered, "Come here, slut." I stood up which was nice after being bent over a couch for an hour. As I walked around the couch, she lifted up her micro skirt to reveal a full patch of red hair covering her pussy. She ordered, "Get eating, dyke."
I thought it was funny being called a dyke after I had been fucked for the past hour. Regardless, I fell to my knees and buried myself between her pale white legs and began licking her pussy. She was already wet and her scent seemed to be trapped in her red pubic hair. The scent was heavenly and I took my time licking her pussy. Just as I found a path that had less hair, I felt hands on my hips and soon felt a big cock slide inside. I moved my head to see who was fucking me, but felt Lady Gaga's hand on my head, pulling me back into her cunt. "Don't you dare stop licking me, slut. You are my little cunt for now."
A tingle of excitement flowed through me at such a dominant declaration and I returned to licking her pussy. The cock in my pussy was the biggest that has ever been inside me and it felt fucking amazing. He began to fuck me with each thrust, pushing my whole face into the wannabe Lady Gaga's cunt. Realizing that licking her constantly was almost impossible with my face being forced into her, I decided to use my whole mouth and nose to please her. I angled my face so my nose was on her clit and I extended my tongue out, attempting to use it like a small cock. It seemed to be working as I began to hear moans coming from her. Another orgasm was bubbling inside me and it exploded through me when the unknown 'big cock man' in me began to tease my asshole. I felt his finger teasing my ass and when his finger slid inside my tight asshole I let out a muffled scream into the pussy I was pleasing. He began to finger-fuck my ass while still fucking me with his perfect cock. The double sensation had my orgasm lasting longer than usual. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. Disappointment overwhelmed me, I wanted him back in me; I had never been fucked so well. Just as suddenly, I felt my ass cheeks pulled apart and then a cock pushing into my asshole. I had been ass-fucked a few times, but never by a cock so big.
I heard the unknown guy ask, "Beg for me to fuck your ass, baby."
The Lady Gaga wannabe let go of my head, and I looked up to see a guy in a Batman outfit. I couldn't see any of his face other than his chiselled chin. I begged, "Fuck my ass, Batman. Be my hero."
I turned back around and dove back into the red-haired pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth and licked like crazy. I felt my ass opening slowly as Batman gently penetrated my ass. I focused on the delicious pussy to distract myself from the slight burning in my ass, which hadn't been entered in over a year. I kept swirling my tongue on her clit in my mouth and felt her legs tighten around my head and her hand pulled my face deeper into her so I could barely breathe. I continued licking while the cock in my ass went deeper than I imagined possible. The Lady Gaga lookalike's juices exploded on my face, like being at the bottom of Niagara Falls. I continued licking and felt Batman begin to slowly move in and out of my ass. The pain had subsided and pleasure began to build within me. I lifted my head up and Lady Gaga repositioned herself and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss. When she finally broke it she smiled, "Man I taste good." She kissed me one more time and sauntered away.
Now with just a cock in my ass, I grabbed the corner of the couch for balance and begged, like a complete slut, "Fuck my ass harder, Batman."
Instantly, he grabbed my hips and began to pick up the pace. I whimpered, the pain coming back a bit, and just allowed my ass to be ravished. "You like that, slut?" Batman asked.
His voice seemed slightly familiar, but I couldn't place it. I answered, "Yes, I love your cock in my ass. It fills me so completely. Fuck me harder, Batman."
"Fuck, you're hot like this Mandy, way sexier than I imagined when I hired you," he grunted, beginning to thrust into my ass hard and fast.
I moaned in ecstasy and then panic when I realized whose voice it was. I asked, "Principal Hanson?"
"You can call me Mike," he grunted again, continuing to ravish my ass.
I was stunned. My married Principal was fucking my ass! My married Principal was the best ass-fuck I had ever had! My married Principal knew I was a dirty whore! How was I going to deal with this when I returned to school? What about his wife, Jessica? She worked in my department. As I pondered this, a woman in fishnets sat on the couch and presented her shaved pussy to me. I looked up and saw it was Jessica, dressed in a matching Batgirl outfit. My face went white, I am sure, as I was eye to eye with the wife of my Principal, who was currently ramming my ass.
She smiled, "We have wanted to fuck you since you were hired, Mandy. You are going to be a regular at our house parties now, aren't you?"
I stammered, greatly distracted by the cock buried in my ass, "Um-I-I-I-Jessica, I am sorry, I...."
"Shut up, Mandy. This is simple. From now on, you are our pet. Our personal little plaything. You are my and Mike's slut. You will be at our beck and call for Mike to use all three of your holes and for you to please me as I wish: at work, at our home, wherever we want. Is that understood, slut?" Her voice was powerful, aggressive and no-nonsense. Her finger went into her pussy while I watched in utter shock.
Instead of answering, another orgasm shook my foundation and I screamed, "Oh my fucking God Mike, I'm coming...."
As my huffing and puffing continued, the orgasm refusing to let go, Jessica pulled her finger out of her cunt and ordered, "Suck your new Mistress' cum."
Without thinking I opened my mouth and took my colleague's cunt juice from her finger. "Good pet," she purred. "Now come and get some from the source." She grabbed my head and pulled me by my handlebars into her ripe, glistening pussy. I licked and licked, eager to please her.
While I lapped at her shaved cunt, I heard my Principal grunt, "I'm coming in your ass, slave."
The word 'slave' sent a chill down my spine as I felt cum explode up my rectum. He pulled out and I felt his cum slip out of my ass and down my legs. I felt hands grab me and, before I knew it, I was straddling an average looking 40's cowboy and was pushed forward to have another cock back in my ass, courtesy of a guy I never did get a look at. Jessica grabbed my handlebars again and pulled me back into her pussy while I encountered my first double penetration. The double sensation was amazing and, within only a couple of minutes of riding two cocks, yet another orgasm quaked my being. I continued licking and nibbling and sucking on Jessica's pussy lips, attempting to show my worth as her new slut. I should have been mortified me, yet I felt the exact opposite. I was wanted. It felt so fucking good.
The next ten minutes was like a hardcore movie scene. I was called names. I was ass-slapped. I begged and swore. I bounced back on the cocks in me like a veteran porn star. I brought Jessica off to a pretty powerful orgasm. I had one more myself and felt more loads of cum fill both my ass and pussy. Once done, I collapsed on the floor completely exhausted, cum leaking from my pussy and ass.
Suddenly, I felt hands on my ass and I heard Jack's voice say, "Roll over baby."
I did as instructed and lay on my back for the first time in over an hour. He parted my rubber-like legs and dove into my cum-filled pussy. His tongue was amazing and such a gentle touch after the past two hours of hardcore fucking. He licked my pussy so gently, seemingly trying to extract all the cum still in my cunt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Jack's sweet tongue for a few minutes, another orgasm building in me. As if reading my mind, knowing I was close to orgasm, he slid two fingers into my pussy and hooked them inside, finding my g-spot. A few seconds later, I screamed, "Yes Jack, more, more, moreeeeeeee."
Once my orgasm was done, Heather pulled me up and gave me a tit-mashing hug, followed by a tongue- led kiss. Finally, she broke the kiss and took my hand and led me back to Amy's daughter's room. Once inside, she said, "So, did you enjoy?"
I smiled, "Very much so, but my legs are killing me."
"Well, I will go get your clothes, and we will go back to my place and soak in my hot tub," Jack suggested.
"Sounds perfect," I purred.
He kissed me one more time and headed out to find my clothes.
Sore, tired, drunk and, strangely, still horny, I lay back on the bed and began rubbing my clit. So focused on replaying the night's events in my head, I didn't hear the door open and close, but I did hear the very clear words of a shocked girl say, "Mandy, what are you doing on my bed, in my cheerleading outfit?"
I looked up and saw Quinn, a beautiful african-american college student from my rec volleyball team, looking at me in a slutty maid outfit. I stammered, "Q-Q-Q-Quinn, I am...."
Quinn walked over and put her finger to my lips. She smiled, clearly excited, like a kid on Christmas morning, "Shush, Mandy, you are mine now." She replaced her fingers with her lips and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I realized the night was just getting started.
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