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Joy Takes on 10 Anonymous Guys

Joy, 58 and barely five-foot-two, locked the suite door behind her and let the silk robe puddle at her feet. Her skin glowed like warm bronze under the amber sconces, every inch waxed baby-smooth. Between her thighs, her fat clit jutted out a full half-inch, glossy and purple-pink, the hood peeled back from constant arousal. Her pussy lips were thin, dark, and perpetually parted, slick with a thick strand of grool already stretching to the carpet. Her tits (small, sagging handfuls) hung heavy, nipples thick as thimbles, areolas wide and crinkled from decades of sucking and pinching. The real prize was her ass: two perfect, high globes, the cleft deep and hairless, the puckered hole a tight, pale star winking above her dripping slit.

She arranged herself on the bed’s edge, knees wide, mirrors on three sides. One finger traced her clit in slow, wet circles; it swelled fatter, the shaft visibly pulsing. A second finger joined, scissoring her hole open so the mirrors caught the pink inner flesh glistening. She tasted herself (salty, musky) then left the door on the latch.

**Stranger One** The door eased open. A thick, veined cock (seven inches, uncut) bobbed ahead of a faceless torso. He stepped between her thighs without ceremony. The foreskin peeled back over a bulbous, scarlet head already leaking. He dragged it up her slit, smacking her clit until it bounced like a rubbery button. Joy’s breath hitched; her hole fluttered open. He speared her in one thrust, balls slapping her taint. The mirrors showed everything: her small tits jolting, clit mashed flat against his shaft, ass cheeks rippling. He gripped her hips, yanking her onto him until his pubes ground her clit raw. Thirty seconds of brutal pistoning and he yanked out, hosing thick ropes across her belly and tits. The cum pooled in her navel, dripped off her nipples. He zipped and vanished.

**Stranger Two** Door clicked. This cock was shorter but beer-can thick, veins like cables. He flipped Joy face-down, knees under her, ass high. He spat a fat glob right on her hole, worked it in with two fingers, then replaced them with his cock. The stretch burned; her ring clamped, then bloomed open. He buried to the root, balls snug against her swollen clit. Each withdrawal dragged her clit hood back; each slam mashed it forward. Her dangling tits slapped her own chin. He reached under, pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling it like a marble. Joy screamed into the pillow, pussy and ass clenching in tandem. He came with a grunt, flooding her bowels until it farted out around his shaft. He pulled free; a creamy river ran down her taint, coating her clit in cum.

**Stranger Three** Tall, lean, curved upward like a banana. He pushed her flat on her back, hooked her ankles over his shoulders. Her pussy gaped, red and frothy. He tongued her clit (flat, fast licks) then sucked the whole nub into his mouth, cheeks hollowing. Joy’s hips bucked; a jet of squirt hit his chin. He lined up and sank in, the curve stroking her front wall. Mirrors caught her asshole pulsing in time with his thrusts. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting until milk-white beads of fluid leaked (old lactation ducts still active). He pulled out, aimed at her clit, and painted it white. The cum clung in strings; her clit twitched under the weight.

**Stranger Four** Pierced (a thick ring through the head). He sat on the bed, pulled Joy onto his lap reverse. She reached back, spread her cheeks, and sank down. The ring dragged her rim inside-out with every bounce. Her clit, now the size of a gr*pe, scr*ped his hairy balls. She leaned forward, hands on his knees; the mirrors showed her asshole stretched thin around the metal, pussy lips flapping. He thumbed her clit in tight circles until she pissed a thin stream of squirt across the carpet. He lifted her off, spun her, and nutted across her open mouth and sagging tits.

**Stranger Five** Older, salt-and-pepper chest hair. He knelt, spread her lips with both thumbs, and buried his tongue in her hole, lapping the mixed loads. Then he sucked her clit like a tiny cock, bobbing his head. Joy’s thighs clamped his ears; she came so hard her asshole spasmed open and shut. He stood, fed her his modest dick, then bent her over the desk. Slow, deliberate strokes (each one bottoming out, his belly slapping her ass). He pulled out, aimed at her reflection in the mirror, and striped her face from hairline to chin.

**Stranger Six** Young, frantic. He choked her lightly (thumb and fingers around her throat) while pile-driving doggy style. Her tits swung like pendulums; her clit slapped her own thighs. He reached under, slapped the clit twice (sharp, wet smacks). Joy’s knees buckled; she squirted in arcs that soaked his shins. He spun her, shoved three fingers in her pussy, thumb in her ass, and jerked himself off onto her tongue.

**Stranger Seven** Brought a wand vibrator. He pressed it hard against her clit on high while fucking her missionary. The buzz was merciless; her clit ballooned, hypersensitive. She came in less than a minute, a gush that soaked his torso. He flipped the vibe to pulse, slid into her ass, and buzzed her clit from the inside out. Her eyes rolled back; drool ran from the corner of her mouth. He pulled out, shot across both holes, watching the cum bubble over her twitching ring.

**Stranger Eight** Face-fucked her standing. Hands fisted in her blonde hair, he fed her every inch until her nose mashed his pubes. Tears and spit coated her chin, dripped onto her tits. He bent her over the sink, took her ass in one thrust. The mirror showed her clit dangling, rubbing the cold porcelain with each stroke. He came deep, then plugged her with a jeweled butt plug he produced from his pocket (leaving her stuffed).

**Stranger Nine** Biggest yet (nine inches, wrist-thick). He lifted her tiny frame against the wall, impaling her pussy. Her legs wrapped his waist; her clit ground his pubic bone raw. Each bounce lifted her ass cheeks, showed the plug glinting. She came twice, the second time pissing down his balls. He set her on the bed, yanked the plug free, and replaced it with his cock. One brutal thrust and he unloaded, the force pushing cum out her pussy in frothy waves.

**Stranger Ten** Last. He knelt her on the floor, fed her his cock fresh from her ass (ass-to-mouth, no hesitation). She sucked greedily, tasting herself and the others. He pulled out, bent her over the bed’s edge, and reamed her pussy in long, slow strokes. Her clit, battered and enormous, dragged the sheets. He reached under, milked it like a tiny udder. Joy’s final orgasm was silent (mouth open, eyes wide), her whole body seizing. He withdrew, painted her round ass cheeks, then smeared the cum into her skin like lotion.

The door clicked shut. Joy stayed bent over, ass in the air, holes gaping and leaking. Her clit (swollen to bursting) pulsed visibly with her heartbeat. Cum cooled on every inch of her tan skin, pooled beneath her on the sheets. She smiled into the mirror, licked a stray drop from her lip, and whispered to the empty room: “Ten more tomorrow.”

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