NASCAR Whore
I lead 2 lives.
In one life, I am a high level executive. Work is long hours. My life is professional, conservative, hardworking, polished. My wardrobe is tailored, expensive and high quality. My life is careful and deliberate. I have a public social circle that is chosen carefully to network both the business and myself. I am always in
control -- of myself and of the situation.
In the other life, my raging libido is the boss. I am often sexually out
of control. Moments of being an anonymous plaything. Wanton, crude, whorish. Every day holds multiple sex acts fit into an otherwise conservative lifestyle.
I have sex contacts everywhere. People who either share the same hot nature, or are willing to support mine. One of these sex friends put me in touch with someone looking for someone willing to do 8 guys getting together for the final NASCAR race of the season.
First Meeting
My first meeting with David was at 7 and I was running
late. My 30 minute meeting at 4:30pm had stretched into a 2 hour meeting. I
pulled into Applebees parking lot at 7:05pm feeling irritable and flustered. I
hate being late. On the way over I touched up my makeup, tousled my hair,
ditched the suit jacket and unbuttoned my blouse a little more to show some
cleavage. I had worn a blouse that was a bit translucent and my white lace bra
was visible underneath. I took a moment to look at my reflection in
the car window and pull myself together. I took deep breath and put my
shoulders back to get myself back in control.
David looked exactly like his picture and was
easy to find at the bar. "David?" I put my hand on his shoulder to
make sure he heard me over the din.
You made it." He looked me
right in the eye.
"Were you waiting long?" I asked.
"Not long." He looked me up and down,
not in a leering way at all, but in that way nice married men do when they see
something they like.
David was instantly likeable in that hard
working blue collar class kind of way. Within 5 minutes I knew his friends and
I would get along just fine. We went over a few ground rules. Boring things
like whether or not they could take pics, who would supply the condoms and pay
for the room, what my limits are. To me, the conversation was more like a
business transaction than a discussion of the debased night of fucking we both
hoped would be the product of this meeting.
By the time we wrapped up the negotiations, however, David was having a difficult time looking at my face rather than my tits. It was obvious he wanted to reach out and take a tit in his hand but nice men don't do that sort of thing in public.
I leaned toward him over the table. "Would you like a preview?" I whispered. He shook his head like he'd thought he'd misheard. I smiled at him and teased a finger down my breast bone in a way that was not too overly obvious to anyone but him. He hesitated but then nodded his head.
10 minutes later we had the key to a room at the
Motel 6 next door -- a hotel frequented by rented women. He was unsure of
himself - nice men would be. I stripped down to bra and panties and pushed
myself up against him. "Fuck me," I said in his ear as I reached down
to find the soft bulge in his pants.
Nature quickly took over and in the next 20
minutes he had fucked every one of my holes as thoroughly as one man can. 10
minutes later I was walking to my car - the address and time of the party already on my calendar.
The Party
Party time, and I spent the last 5 hours readying myself for the
fulfillment to come. I had been manicured, pedicured, smooth shaven, waxed and
perfumed. A washable tramp stamp had been applied to the small of my back by a
helpful friend earlier in the day. My nude reflection screamed 'slut'.
My clothing, acquired from an adult internet
site, only accentuated the part - a really cheap looking hot pink bra and
thong, a stretchy bright pink dress that barely covered my breasts and came to
mid thigh. It was just long enough so that when I bent fully over my slit would
be just barely covered. I completed the look with matching pink fishnet thigh
high hose and chunky clear 6" heels.
David called about an hour ago from room 205 at
Embassy Suites wanting to know if 10 was too many. Certainly not! I thought
about the experience to come. 10 cocks poking at me, 20 hands grabbing at me,
and 20 eyes watching me descend to the depths of sluttery. My fantasy played
itself in my mind and readied my body for what was to come.
The drive to the hotel took about 20 minutes. By
the time I got to the hotel, my body had already begun to sweat and my tight
little box was wet in anticipation. I parked near a side entrance and quickly
made my way to the elevator hoping to avoid being seen by anyone. Room 205 was
right near the elevator on the second floor.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A
large black man opened it and looked me up and down greedily. And then I was in the room, the door closed and
locked behind me.
The room was filled with men. The table in the eating area was full of snacks and various alcohol and beer bottles. The NASCAR race was on the television, which was quickly turned off. I looked into the bedroom part of the suite and saw a tripod with a camera and an extra light on a pole. On the floor next to it was a bowl full of condoms and a pump bottle of lubricant. A porn producer could not have set the stage any better.
A couple of the men stood up but made no motion
toward me. All of the men seemed frozen as if they didn't know what to do.
There was a lot of tension in the room. These guys obviously had never done
anything like this before, and although I'd had multiple men before, it was never
anything like this.
The fantasy and the way the stage was set
required jumping right into the sex. Something had to be done to break the ice
and I decided it was up to me. I set my purse down next to the TV cabinet and took
the couple of steps to stand in front of the big black man who had let me in.
I stood up against him and put my hand on his
chest and looked up into his face.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Tyrone." he replied smiling down at
me.
I moved my hand down over his sweatpants and found the bulge of his flaccid dick and what felt to be big loose hanging balls. He backed up half a step but I didn't move my hand away from his pants. Instead I lowered myself so that I was crouching on the heels and my mouth was level with his crotch.
I knew
the view the men had behind me. My hot pink dress was tight over my firm ass
and my barely covered slit was hanging in mid air. I knew they would be straining
to catch the slightest view and the thought of it made me eager to get to the
waiting cocks.
I put my hands on the outside of Tyrone's thighs
to steady myself and I ran my mouth over his bulge through his pants, teasing
it to life. He groaned and leaned forward pushing his hips toward me. I moved
both my hands to his waistband and pulled his pants and boxers down to free his
growing cock. It bounced obscenely in my face in a way that commanded me to
suck it. I pulled his pants all the way down and he stepped out of them.
I squatted there in front of him, hungrily
taking in the huge black toy bobbing in front of me. Eager to play with it,
reached up and grasped it in my right hand. The monster was more than 2 palms
in length and so big around I could not close my entire hand around it. With my
other hand I pulled him toward me so that his balls danced over my face. I took
one nut into my mouth and played with it, sucking it lightly and letting his
big black manhood lay over my face.
"She's gonna poke her fucking eye out"
someone said, and laughter filled the room as the awkwardness and tension broke
slightly.
I put the other nut in my mouth and sucked them
both, rolling them around in there. He twitched them on my tongue and his dick
grew even bigger on my face. I tongued my way up his meaty shaft and slowly
worked his enormous head into my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head
and started slowly pushing his way in.
I had never swallowed dick this big. His
head alone filled up my entire mouth. I changed my stance, changed my breathing
and loosened up my throat so he could slide his way down. He worked his way in
until my nose was buried in his soft and fragrant pubic hair.
Tyrone pulled my head back by my hair forcing me
to look up into his face, my own face still full of his enormous dick.
"You want more dick, Bitch?" he asked.
I grunted yes and nodded my head as he began to
extract his cock. I was so turned on by the fact this man understood the part I
wanted to play.
He inched his dick down my throat one more time
and held my head firmly against him for a few moments, gagging me just a little
in the process. "Choke on it, bitch." Tyrone said softly as I gagged
a little more.
I could hear belts and zippers being undone as
the other men began to free themselves. As Tyrone buried himself into my throat
for the third time I sensed the breathing of the silent but watchful men behind
me change and I knew they were stroking themselves. Once more I completely
swallowed Tyrone and took in the heady aroma of his groin as I buried my nose
in his pubes. As he pulled out this time I purposely allowed a thin thread of
spit to connect the emerged head of his dick to my tongue and then twirled my
tongue to break it.
"Damn, girl", one of the men behind me
said.
I stood up slowly, arching my back for maximum
rear effect and kissing my way up Tyrone's body as I did so. I gave Tyrone a
deep kiss so he could taste his dick on my mouth before turning around to face
the rest of the men.
All but one had their dicks in their hands. I was still in control but the raw lust in the room was going up fast. I knew with a little more teasing the group would be unstoppable and I would be able to lose all control to them.
I walked over to what seemed the oldest in the
group, the one who didn't have his dick out. He sat in a dining chair in a wide
stance. He could be anyone's dad -- the wedding ring clearly visible, a bit of
a beer belly, salt and pepper flat top. The poor man was trying very hard not
to look terrified and probably thinking "what the hell am I doing
here". I boldly sat back in his lap sideways and put my arms around his
neck.
"What is your name?" I asked him,
smiling.
"Bo." He said nervously.
"Well Bo, honey, do you want to fuck
me?" I asked as I began to lightly kiss his cheek.
He couldn't
answer but only cleared his throat. I took his hand and guided it up the
outside of my tight dress, up to my breasts With a little encouragement he
began to feel my boobs on his own.
"Bo hasn't had any in so long he don't know
what to do with it" someone said.
"Fuck you, Larry!" Bo shot back.
As if
to prove Larry wrong, Bo shifted me around so I was straddling him and he could
get both hands on my tits. He began to molest my boobs with his hands as I
slowly gyrated in his lap. His tanned hands set against the bright pink of my
dress caused me to catch my breath a little. After a few moments, my nipples
were straining to be free of clothing and I decided to let Bo have the first
view.
I stood up and backed up about 5 feet from Bo
and began to fondle my own breasts for him. I moved erotically in a silent
dance of self caresses, inching the straps of my dress down over my shoulders
and teased Bo with what was about to come. Finally I pulled the top of my dress
down, exposing my thin lacy pink bra and ample cleavage. My enormous nipples
jabbed at the flimsy fabric. I closed my eyes and moved around, cupping my bra
and running my hands over my nips, licking my lips.
Finally I went back to Bo and straddled him with
my legs wide open, wiggling slowly over his crotch. His eyes were locked onto
my entrapped bosom, his hands instinctively moved over my thighs and up my
sides to my back. Unable to find the hook there, he quickly moved to the front
and with shaking eager fingers popped open my bra to free me.
My tits bounced in his face and he quickly
lowered his head to bury himself in my cleavage. I wiggled out of my bra and
put it around the back of his neck to pull him into me, arching my back to push
my tits more into his face.
The other men egged him on with "Go Bo"
as he orally and manually took my tits to full advantage as his dick grew
inside his pants under me. I leaned back and put my palms on his knees and put
my head back so my back arched up and pointed my tits up in the air while I
rubbed my now very juicy slit into the big bulge under the zipper of his pants.
I completely gave myself over to Bo's
molestation of my nips and the feel of his hard zipper rubbing on my crotch. In
less than 2 minutes of this I could feel the waves of a nipple orgasm
tightening inside me.
Bo seemed to know what I needed, sat up in his chair and
begin to pinch and pull my nips hard as I gyrated obscenely against his pants.
Suddenly I was exploding and crying out. The men watching cheered as my first
orgasm wiped away the last bit of awkwardness in the room.
While I was still dizzy with orgasm they had me
on my feet and over to the couch. I got on my knees between the legs of the
first man and began to greedily suck at his cock. He pulled his pants down a
little to give me better access. For a moment I just buried my face into his
fuzzy groin and breathed in the sweaty man smell. His pole was just the right
size to suck on. As I slurped him, another man got behind me and pulled my
dress up over my ass.
I was aware of the flash and sound of a camera as my slit
was exposed behind me and fingers were playing with me. I was too busy playing
with the nice sized cock in my mouth to really much care. I sucked him until he
decided he'd had enough and handed me off to the next man sitting on the couch.
I lapped up his cock with equal greed.
Drunk with cock I barely noticed that they stood
me up, stripped me down to fishnets and heels and led me into the large
bedroom. They sat me on the corner of the bed so I was facing the camera with
my pussy wide open and then lay me down so my feet were still on the floor.
Three men climbed up on the bed and bobbed their dicks in my face. Another man
got between my legs, pushed them wide apart and started playing with my slit.
I took first one then another of the bobbing
dicks into my red lips and found the other two with my hands as different fingers and
tongues took turns dancing all around my smooth very wet slit.
The floodgates of sex opened
up. I heard the men talking and laughing as they switched off and took turns at
my face.
Men came and went at my pussy. At one point
Tyrone worked his enormous dick up into me and started fucking me. It pulled me
away from the cock buffet in my face and forced me center all my attention on
him.
He reached down and lifted my legs as one of the
men at my head moved to get my head up into his lap so I could watch Tyrone
fuck me. Tyrone held the back of my legs by my calves and spread me wide open
so everyone could watch him spear me. His enormous condom clad meat stretched
my pussy to it's limits mixing pain and pleasure with each hard thrust. I could
feel his big sweaty balls slapping at my asshole.
I watched the ripples of his muscles as he
rammed himself again and again into my tight sopping wet cunt. I watched his
dark hands gripping my hot pink legs, my slutty looking feet bobbing in the air
as he fucked me. He was grunting like a bull in heat. The force of our bodies
slamming against each other forced the air out of both our lungs with each
thrust. His eyes moved back and forth from my bouncing tits to the vision of my
engorged pussy lips gripping greedily at his shaft.
He leaned forward, gripped the backs of my knees
and pulled my ass up off the bed, tucking my knees up under my armpits. Tyrone
slammed me harder, the position giving him even deeper access. My lower legs
bounced over his arms.
I struggled to breathe as the beautiful pain of each thrust tore
at me. He assaulted my pussy again and again until I couldn't hold on any
longer and an insane explosion ricocheted through my loins. I grabbed at his
arms with wild animal lust screaming out loud "fuck me, fuck me, yes yes
yes, fuck me harder".
My pussy clamped down on his huge cock and my
juices slurped out and down over my ass crack. The orgasm rocked me so deeply I
thought I might lose consciousness. Every pore of my skin tingled, my hot pussy
screamed. I fought for air, but I didn't want it to stop. It was if my very life
depended on the fucking to continue.
He slammed me even harder, even faster. Snorting
and grunting. Sweat dripped down his shiny chocolate chest onto my belly. Again
and again the onslaught continued. Unbelievably his cock grew even bigger.
Suddenly his pace slowed just a bit and he stiffened. He pulled out of me, ripped off the condom and jacked as a huge white load squirted out of him all over my lower belly. I reached down between my legs and rubbed the searing hot liquid all over my belly and his still hard cock. Satisfied, Tyrone backed out from my tingling pink legs but I was their whore and I wanted more.
Someone wiped Tyrone's leavings off me and flipped me over on my hands and knees. Wasting no time a hungry man knelt between my legs, grabbed two handfuls of ass and rammed his dick into my hot pink pussy. Another man knelt in front of me and offered his short but very fat cock for my mouth, his low hanging balls slapping at my chin.
My tits danced under me as I got pounded on both
ends. The room smelled of nothing but sex and sweat and sounded of ragged
breathing, moaning, grunting and skin slapping skin. There was little talking.
Only a few words amongst the men to decide who's turn it was to fuck me and the
occasional comment about what a nasty little cum slut I was.
The nameless man fucking my face didn't take
long to shoot his load down my throat and was quickly replaced by another man.
He lay in front of me, gently grasped my head and began to thrust his purple
meat up into my willing mouth.
A new man had also taken his place at my holes.
By now my pussy was so wet and sloppy that a normal sized cock was lost in
there. I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and the pressure of a sloppy wet
dick pressed firmly against my anus. He hesitated.
"How bad do you want it, slut?" he
asked.
I grunted into the dick in my face, lowered my shoulders, pushed my ass in the air and pressed downward with my muscles to force my asshole to open up. Everyone heard the "POP" as his head popped in.
He inched his way in.
The exquisite pain of being stretched open made me throw my head back and cry
out.
Whoever was behind me got all the way in
and then began to slowly fuck me but soon quickened the pace. His dick felt
like a huge red hot poker being shoved up my ass. I gasped and grunted wildly
against the cock in my mouth.
I lost all sense of the room. My entire mind
focused on the huge cock splitting me open. Every sensation was amplified. His
fingers dug into my ass cheeks pulling me apart so he could watch himself bury
his cock into my ass. His balls slapped hard against my pussy with each thrust
and when he pulled back out the juices pouring out of my hole caused his nuts
to stick to my body for a moment.
The man fucking my asshole simply shifted position with me and kept ramming his cock up into me from the side until he was ready to cum. I was so overwhelmed by my own orgasm that I was only vaguely aware of the hot lava splashing all over my ass cheeks.
I became aware of a man lying next to me on the
bed just as he reached over to me and pulled me on top of him. I crouched up on
my heels and guided his dick up into my asshole with shaking hands. With my
hands on his chest for balance I began to bounce up and down on his huge hard
cock.
"Yeah, fuck it bitch!" someone said.
"Take it up the ass." someone else
said.
The man under me was grunting and grabbing at my
bouncing tits. I looked down at his caramel colored body between my hot pink
legs and thought about the eyes watching my cum covered ass bobbing up and down
on his dick. Now and again someone would slap my ass and say something nasty.
I
was the very definition of a fuck slut. A whore. The man I was fucking started
fingering my cunt and the physical stimulation joined the mental depravity. The
room spun and I exploded again to the cheers of the men.
My ass tightened around the condom covered dick
filling it, causing the dick to stiffen and blow. Within only seconds of that
man shooting his load, I was pulled off him and flipped over on my
back.
Two men were kneeling on either side of me and were jacking off over my
body. I watched first one cock and then the other, licking my lips with
anticipation, eager for the prize to be squirted out all over me.
By then most of the men, the ones who had
satisfied themselves earlier had gone back to TV and beer. Eventually they left
me there alone on the bed. I lay there for quite awhile, too used up to move. I might have fallen asleep in a cum covered haze.
The Afterglow
When I woke the cum was crusted on my skin and
the muscles in my groin were a little sore. I was still in a post sex haze but
my bladder was talking to me and I gathered up enough strength to stumble to
the bathroom. Directly across from the toilet was a large sheet mirror that
reflected a rather embarrassing sight. My mascara had run, my lipstick was
smeared all over. My matted hair was one sticky mess of sweat and cum. I needed
a shower.
It was a nice big shower with double massage
jets. The hot pulsating water was both soothing and energizing though it was a
bit much on my sore nipples. After I spent a considerable amount of time
enjoying the warm water, I dried and brushed my hair. Gone were the big hair
and tramp stamp. There was no makeup and slut clothes to hide behind. I felt
naked for the first time since my arrival. I stood in the bathroom unsure of
what to do. My whore suit and purse were in the sitting room with the men. It
was impossible for me to slip out.
The racecar sounds from the TV filtered into the
bathroom along with the soothing baritone voices of the men. These were nice
men I told myself. There's no reason to be shy now! I wrapped a fluffy white
towel around me and went out there to retrieve my clothing.
As soon as I emerged from the bathroom David
looked up and saw me. He smiled instantly, a bright kind smile, and patted the
end of the couch next to him. The invitation was so genuine I decided to stay
instead of my plan to "grab and go".
I snuggled up against David in my towel and
watched the last 20 laps of the race, amazed at how these men could be so
enthralled watching cars go round and round.
The Home Depot car bumped the back of the Lowes car sending it into the wall (which I personally thought was oddly poetic) with only 2 laps to go. None of the men were happy about that at all and a big discussion broke out about the new way of ending the race when a caution breaks out. These men were so into the race I was next to invisible -- even to David, though I was practically in his lap.
Eventually the post race coverage became redundant and I moved to stand up and retrieve my slut suit.
"Where you
goin' girl?" David asked as he held me back with his forearm.
"I should be getting home." I replied.
"You can't leave now. We still need
you." It was more question than command.
My curiosity was piqued as I
doubted this group of middle-aged men would be physically able to do a repeat of
our earlier session so soon.
Game Time
The score on the chalkboard was 5 to 4, married
winning over the singles by 1 orgasm after 2 rounds. Whichever team racked up
10 first won. Round one they sat me up on the table and put a man on a chair in
front of me. The 4 married guys picked a rep to eat my pussy for 8 minutes with
the goal of getting as many orgasms as possible. Then the 4 single guys did the
same. Round 2 was finger fucking my pussy over his lap on the couch for 5
minutes.
It was now round 3 and I was lying atop the
table with the towel under me, my hips at the very edge of the table and my
feet on the arms of the chair between my legs. One of the marrieds was nibbling
my clit with his teeth and wiggling his long fingers up inside my drippy box.
His teammates were alternately egging him on and egging me on. I had already
cum for him once and was about to again.
The last 30 minutes was almost constant orgasm.
Even before one had subsided they were pushing me toward the next. Rather than
dulling my sensitivity, the intensity of it increased my need and ability to be
stimulated. My body was their toy and I wanted to perform for them.
The timer binged and I had a breather for just a
few seconds while Donald, the single rep for this round, seated himself in
front of my drippy holes. His fingers made a slurp slurp sound as he started
fingering me. The sound was quickly joined by the smacking of his mouth against
my juicy cunt lips. He jammed his fingers up inside me so hard and so fast that
his fingernails were jabbing at my tender cervix. His knuckles beat up the
tender folds of my slit.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the painful
pleasure. While I was exploding for him the first time my pussy seemed to be
fuller and then a few seconds later fuller still until I though he was really
going to rip me apart.
"Get your whole fist up there."
someone said - and my pussy got even more stuffed.
He was hammering the hell out
of me with his entire hand. I was holding onto the arms of the men standing
nearby and shaking wildly. Half grunting and half screaming I came hard against
the huge hand battering my womb.
My head was spinning, my pulse pounded in my
ears so hard I wondered if my ear drums would burst. Even then he didn't slow
down. Just kept fist fucking me.
My hips had a mind of their own as I exploded
the third time, screaming out in pain as my nasty greedy cunt tightened around
his fist and tried to suck him in deeper. The cheers and jeers mixed with my
grunting and sloppy pussy sounds that we hardly noticed the timer had dinged.
The score was now 7 to 7 at the beginning of round 4.
Round 4 was a double team and they could do
anything they wanted to me with anything except their dicks. They could use any
other body part or any object in the room on me in any position they wanted
just as long as they made me cum as much as possible in 5 minutes.
Team one was the marrieds. They had Larry lay
down on the couch and then had me kneel on the arm so I was opposite and my
tits were hanging over his face. I placed one hand on either side of him to
support my myself. It was a bit of an awkward position that forced my ass way
up in the air. Bo was positioned behind me with access to both my holes.
When David said "Go" Larry started
massaging my tits and sucking at my nips while Bo put one hand on each ass
cheek, pulling them apart, rubbing his thumbs over my juicy clit and running
his tongue all over my tight little asshole. In less than one minute I had a huge
nipple orgasm.
While I was recovering from that one, Bo managed to pry open my
asshole with his tongue and Larry had managed to get both my nips in his mouth
at once and was sucking on them. I was quivering in pain and joy as the second
orgasm exploded out of me into Bo's mouth. By the time the buzzer went off Larry was practically chewing on my nips.
I hardly noticed when they changed places.
Tyrone and
Donald were sitting on the couch and had me laying on my back over them.
Tyrone's hardon was poking between my shoulder blades and he was fingering my
face and mouth with one hand and molesting my tits with the other. My head was
hanging off his lap so that my back was arched and my tits up in the air for
him.
Donald was on holes. I could feel his bulge
growing against the small of my back as he hugged my leg and fingered my cunt
with one hand and my asshole with the other. Still reeling from the last orgasm
for the marrieds it didn't take long before I was exploding again into Donald's fingers.
Every zone of my body was being stimulated at
once. I had no concept of time. I had no idea how many
times they had made me cum. The men just kept gently working my body and as the timer went off I produced a sweet quiet orgasm for them so that the
singles won the game. The marrieds has to buy the beer for the next get together.
I sat in one of the chairs in my big fuzzy towel for quite some time. Drunk with sex. I realized a couple
of the men had already left and the others were gathering up their belongings.
A few bent down and kissed me on the forehead and thanked for coming, but most
just left.
Soon it was just David and I. Half an hour later I was cleaned up, dressed and David was walking me to my car. He held me tenderly and kissed me.
"I hope we can do this again some time." He asked.
"I hope so too." I said.
I drove home on automatic pilot. One minute I
was in the hotel room and the next minute I was in my bed. I didn't bother to
take off the slut clothes. I just climbed in bed and went to sleep, so totally
satisfied and "sexed out". For the only night in my life I slept all
night and didn't dream about sex.
In fact, for nearly the entire week following I
was almost asexual before my normal level of need began to return, partially
due to the fact my body was more than a little sore.
In spite of the physical aftermath, I did not
regret my adventure in the least. This was a small price to pay for what I had
gained. Rather than feeling used up I felt sexually empowered in a whole new
way.