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The massage
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Jun 16, 2011 6:19 pm
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Since Joanie began each workday in the utility closet, blindfolded and bent over, by afternoon the cum drying in her panties was getting pretty crusty and ripe. She had gotten in the habit of coming home, throwing her work clothes in the laundry and taking a long, hot steamy shower while Sonny prepared dinner. After dinner, they watched TV or chatted except for Thursday nights when she had the study group at school. At 9:00 pm, she retired to her bed to sleep, or serve any late-night guests who might drop in. Occasionally, Sonny would work up the nerve to knock on Joanie’s bedroom door himself.
Being a shy young man, he usually had some excuse (Did she need her clothes washed? Her sheets changed? Did she want a drink of water?) But Joanie always invited him in, which made them both very happy. If a guest showed up, Sonny would answer the door then quietly returned to his own bed.
On this evening, after dinner, Joanie stretched out on the couch in her robe while Sonny did the dishes. When he was done, he knelt at her feet and began to massage them with scented coconut oil. He then sat on the couch and rested Joanie’s head in his lap, where she lay looking up into his brown eyes.
“Sonny..I’m going away for the summer. Will you watch the house while I’m away?”
“Certainly, Miss Joanie! Where are you going?”
“I took a fantasy vacation last year and I’ve been invited to return.”
“Fantasy, huh? You mean like Fantasy Island? What was your fantasy?”
“Well..” Joanie hesitated. Sonny, eleven years her junior, worshipped her and she had not discussed such things with him. She decided to confide in him. After all, he had shared her with his brother, escorted innumerable late-night visitors to her bedroom, and washed (and probably worn!) her skanky panties enough to know what sort of fantasies she tended towards.
“Cactus Ranch is a Nevada brothel where I spent the summer living my fantasy as a high-class prostitute.”
Nobody said much after that. Sonny squeezed some massage lotion on Joanie’s calves and slowly stroked upwards, squeezing her tired muscles, slowly and deliciously. As she lay on the couch in her robe, remembering last summer and enjoying his firm, slow strokes, Joanie’s desires began to rise. She smiled and moved one leg off the couch. Sonny was subservient, quiet and shy, but he knew an invitation when he saw one. He squirted more lotion on his hand. Then he resumed slowly stroking and kneading the large muscles of Joanie’s thighs as he moved higher.
Joanie sighed out loud and as he reached between her legs to knead and squeeze the muscles in her ass. She was getting quite turned on by the sensuous massage. In response to her sighs; her unspoken need, Sonny leaned forward and licked her inner thighs. Then, gripping her ass-cheeks in both hands, he slid his tongue between her labia and flicked her clit. He dipped the tip of his tongue down into her pussy, no brimming with moisture and desire. Joanie just lay on the couch, sighing and moaning softly as she received his ministrations.
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invitation from the Ranch
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May 12, 2011 8:34 pm
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It was a bright spring afternoon. The poppies were in bloom and made a beautiful red carpet across the landscape as Joanie drove home from Sharonsville High School. She was in a good mood as she pulled into the driveway and stepped out to check the mail. Inside the mailbox she found a hand-addressed envelope, from Cactus Ranch, Sparks, Nevada.
Joanie tore open the envelope in excitement. It had been nearly nine months since her fantasy vacation there. It had been nearly 9 months since her fantasy summer vacation there, and it had changed her life completely. Before she took the leap and spent the summer in the brothel, she had been an ordinary schoolteacher, frustrated and lonely. Now Joanie had so may men in her life that she was completely fulfilled and, at times, utterly exhausted and sore. She not merely a girl who can’t say no; she had found her calling and pleased them day and night and, in doing so, pleased herself as well.
The typewritten leader read:
Dear Jeanette:
It was wonderful to have you visit the Ranch last summer. Your talents were will appreciated and several clients have asked if you will be returning this summer. I hope you enjoyed your stay and have fond memories. If you would like to return, please let us know. We will gladly pay all expenses plus $10,000 for your services between Memorial Day and Labor Day. We would still require medical clearance, as we did last year. However, the two-week training period would be waived, as you are no an experienced professional. Please let us know if you have any questions, and I hope we see you soon!
Sincerely,
Marsha Stacks
Joanie grinned as she recalled her wild summer at Cactus Ranch. She thought about the Gentleman’s Club, with its wall of asses and whores servicing men for poker chips as they sat at the black-jack tables. Her oral wake-up call bathroom duties during protein week and Carlos, the dark and sexy karate instructor.
Joanie smiles as she placed the letter back into the envelope and decided to return to Cactus Ranch as soon as classes were over.
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Brothers, Part I
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Apr 23, 2011 8:44 am
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Joanie moved her leg so her toe was brushing up against Sonny’s red satin running shorts. She pressed in, feeling his cock bulging and straining beneath the shorts. She could feel his wet precum that had soaked through the cloth. Sonny inhaled sharply and continued sucking on Joanie’s clit as she stroked his cock with her foot. Although she still was enjoying the warm wet tongue pleasuring her cunt, her attention was all around his cock. She felt Sonny shift as he kneeled and begin to grind himself into her foot. She glanced down but could not see over his head as it leaned over into her lap. Soon she felt his fingers join his tongue at her slit; two fingers slowly and deliciously sliding into and out of her pussy as he quickly licked his tongue over her clit. Joanie moaned as her cunt muscles gripped Sonny’s fingers. Her cunt spasming as she came. Sonny kept on plunging his fingers in and out of Joanie's pussy and lapping at her clit as she shuddered and moaned.
As her orgasm subsided, the doorbell rang. Joanie leaned back and relaxed on th couch in her robe, signalling Sonny to answer the door. She heard a chucking male laughter as Bill entered and saw his little brother's stained, stretched out shorts and Joanie laying back on the couch, robe open, legs spread, cunt glistening.
"I see you are settling right in, Sonny."
Joanie smiled up at Bill as he approached the couch. He nodded and began to remove his clothes. Sonny watched and followed suit, although he was wearing only his running shorts. Joanie reomoved her robe and smiled at the two brothers standing at attention before her.
Joanie leaned back on the couch, naked, her pussy wet with cum, saliva and pussy-juices. The two brothers stood naked before her, their cocks stiff. The older brother Bill had used Joanie many times before; her bound to a device, gangbanged, in all three holes...he normally did not hesitate to simply fill her ass, cunt or throat with his load in any manner that pleased him. She was a cum slut who expected and needed to be used hard. With his nineteen year old brother standing there however, he wasn’t so sure. Clearly Sonny had a thing for Joanie and had a bit more conventional views on how women like to be treated.
Joanie broke the ice by simply getting down on her hands and knees on the floor.
“I’m gonna take her mouth, Sonny, you can have her pussy” said Bill, moving in front of Joanie.
While he clearly would have preferred to have Joanie all to himself, Sonny was so ready that he did not hesitate for moment. He moved behind Joanie, cock in hand and got down on his knees. He rubbed his hard wet cock head up and down across her crack, pressing into her slippery cunt and her ass. Joanie moaned in delight and anticipation as she felt Sonny’s raging hard dick slip into her pussy. As she pressed her hips back to meet his urgent thrusts, Bill stuck his fingers in her mouth to open it and then slipped his own stiff member between her lips. Joanie sucked on Bill’s head while she concentrated on fucking Sonny’s young manhood. As much as Bill craved her throat, he held back and allowed Joanie to calmly suck his cock while she gave his little brother a ride.
Joanie, aware that Bill was holding back, did her best to suck hard and press her lips as far down his shaft as she could, without his guiding hand. She began to shake as Sonny’s cock continued to pound into her cunt, hard, fast and deep. She moaned in pleasure, her pussy and mouth filled with cock.
Goosebumps rose on her flesh as the brothers thrust themselves into her holes. She began to feel like her legs were turned to rubber as she came, grunting and sweating on her hand and knees. Her climax brought Sony over the edge and she heard him cry out in a high-pitched yell as he fell against her, his cock pulsing and jerking inside her, releasing his potent load deep in her pussy.
Bill was thrusting lightly, his cock sliding in and out of Joanie’s mouth. Sonny pulled out and slumped on the floor. Joane glanced up into Bill’s eyes as she sucked him. Bill then let go of all inhibitions. He roughly grabbed Joane with both both hands on the back of her head and pulled hard. She was pressed into his groin, impaled and choked by his cock deep in her throat. She immediately began coughing and gagging, face red, tears and drool flowing freely.
“Whaddya doing to her, Bill!?” Sonny demanded, now on his feet, clearly alarmed.
"Its okay, baby brother, she likes it rough, isn’t that right miss Joanie?”
Bill pulled Joanie’s head away from him, so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Her mouth filled, Joanie turned her eyes towards Sonny and nodded. Sonny shrugged and watched while Bill returned to fucking Joanie’s face hard and deep, as if her throat were a cunt, each rough gag and choking cough exciting him more and more until he pulled back and came all over her face, his cock spurting its contents, creamy hot and sticky, over her mouth, nose, eyes, cheeks and chin.
Joanie felt even more self-conscious now that Sonny knew the truth. She blinked away the long strand of sperm stuck her eyelid and tried to look at Sonny. She noticed he was hard again and knew it would be another very long night.
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Sonny's tongue
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Apr 20, 2011 8:02 pm
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After Brian left, Joanie suddenly felt very alone.
She put on her terrycloth robe and got out of bed. In the hallway, she could see that TV was on downstairs. She padded down the stairs in her robe and saw Sonny sitting on the couch, watching late night TV. Joanie took a seat on the couch next to him, clad only in her robe. Sonny was wearing only a pair or red satin running shorts.
Sonny scowled as he looked Joanie up and down. She felt uncharacteristically self-conscious under his apprising gaze.
“What was with the door slamming?” she asked.
“Oh, after you went up to fuck Brian, some other guy came by to fuck you. I told him you were busy”
“Wow, you could have sent him up…do you know his name?”
“Geeze Joanie, you sure are a slut! How many guys are you fucking? Don’t you have any standards at all? These guys don’t care for you…they are just using you!”
“I know,” said Joanie softly, lowering her head “I just really like it…its hard to explain”
Sonny gazed at Joanie and then gently touched the hem of her robe. Joanie looked up at him and smiled.
“So, do they wear condoms?”
Joanie could see Sonny’s mood brightening as he touched her leg. She smiled and shook her head as she parted her thighs. Sonny slid his hand slowly up her leg until his fingers met with the sticky cum on her inner thigh. He stroked his fingers against her slippery skin, gently moving higher. Slowly and gracefully, Sonny slid down to a kneeling position between Joanie’s legs and parted her thighs. He moved his head between her legs and licked each innner thigh with his tongue. Joanie shuddered with desire and reached down to stroke Sonny’s hair.
“Mmm, that feels real nice, Sonny”
Without a word, Sonny plunged his tongue deep into Joanie’s cum-soaked pussy and began to lap his tongue along her clit. She knew she was dripping with Brian’s seed, but Sonny didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it, He was not simply licking her to give her pleasure, he was taking great pains to clean her out, sucking, licking and swallowing as much cum as he could find. He did not miss a spot, as his tongue caressed her inner thighs and even her ass. Joanie was thoroughly enjoying the experience, but after a while, being the cock-worshipping slut that she was, her mind and her foot began to wander to the bulge in his shorts. TO BE CONTINUED...
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Another Nighttime Visitor
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Apr 20, 2011 7:53 pm
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That evening, after Joanie went to bed, she was visited by a guy named Brian. It had been happening nearly every night since Sonny moved in; late at night, Sonny would knock on her bedroom door to let her know she had a visitor. She would ask him to let the guy in, which Sonny did in a sulking, resentful manner.
On this particular night, Joanie was serving Brian in her bedroom. She was naked on her back, lying across the bed with her head hanging down off the edge, while he was throat-fucking her. Though her intense gagging and choking, she heard a loud noise, like a door slamming.
“What the fuck?” mumbled Brian as he pulled his rock-hard cock from her raw tender throat.
Joanie coughed as he pulled out, her face red and soaked with saliva and precum. She panted to catch her breath and watched Brian, upside-down, waiting to see what he would do. She heard Sonny out in the hallway, pacing and muttering to himself.
“…let these assholes take advantage of her…” she heard him say.
Joanie looked up at Brian and shrugged. Brian roughly grabbed Joanie by both shoulders. He flipped her over onto her belly and climbed on top of her, rubbing his cock up and down along her slippery cunt. Joanie sighed and moaned in pleasure and anticipation as Brian began to thrust deeply into her hungry pussy.
She thrust back and gripped his shaft tightly with her cunt muscles and they fucked that way for a while. Joanie could feel her orgasm building to a peak and began to cry out
“Oh God YESS fuck me, fuck me hard!”, as she had gotten in the habit of doing ever since Sonny moved in.
She shuddered as the climax overwhelmed and her pussy spasmed in pleasure. Brian grunted loudly as he changed his rhythm and stroked hard and deep, shooting his load deep in her pussy.
Joanie had been reading that semen contained chemicals that made women feel relaxed and at peace. It explained a lot, she thought, as every time she was used by a man she felt like she was in love with him. Right now, she only knew this guy’s name was Brian, he made her cum and she loved him for it. She didn’t need to know anything else. She would do anything for this feeling.
Brian collapsed onto Joanie’s back and rolled off of her, their sweat making smacking noises as they separated. Joanie looked over at him as he lay next to her and smiled. Brian flashed a quick grin and then got up out of bed.
“Gotta go, kid Thanks for the fuck.” He said as he gave her ass a playful slap. He then quickly dressed and left the room.
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A Good Morning
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Apr 4, 2011 8:45 am
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In the morning, Joanie’s alarm went off at 4:30 am. She rolled over and felt the sheets wet from saliva and cum. In the light of morning, she saw his face and recognized him as one of the study group members. Although they had never spoken, many a time had they gazed into each others eyes as she knelt before him, naked and gagging as she served him. He was fair and clean shaven with short cropped hair, thinning at the top. He wasn’t unattractive but Joanie had long ago given up any concern for a man's looks. He was simply one of the men who used her, and she wanted nothing more than to be his cumdump. She groaned as she stretched her sore legs and got out of bed. She quickly showered and dressed as he lay snoring in her bed. In the shower, she relived the excitement of her evening as she soaped up and cleaned her well-used body, feeling the slippery cum wash away. Mike did not wake up as she put on her skirt, bra, heels and buttoned-down blouse for work. Joanie had long ago given up wearing panties for work.
She was surprised to see Sonny in the kitchen. He was standing at the stove, in her apron, cooking scrambled eggs. She thanked him with a little peck on the cheek as she filled her plate and gulped down the eggs. Sonny stood and watched her eat, silent and sullen.
“Where’s Mike?” he asked.
Joanie pointed upstairs. “He’s still sleeping” she said.
Sonny began to ask her if he was her boyfriend but she cut him off with sharp look and a quick “Don’t go there”. Then she turned on her heels and left for work.
Joanie arrived in her classroom, smiling at the janitor as he flashed a grin and winked at her. She went straight to the utility closet, put on the blindfold, and lay on her belly, masturbating with her fingers while she waited. As she humped her clit, fingers hooked up into her pussy, she felt a release as her juices began to flow. It was a small orgasm; just enough to get her wet and ready use. She tasted the salty sticky cunt juice coating her finger then pressed it into her tight hole, feeling it soften and relax. As she lay on the hard linoleum floor in her blindfold fingering herself, she heard three knocks at the door. She got up on her hands and knees, throwing her skirt high over her back and licked her lips in the darkness, ready for her daily morning gangfuck.
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I just wanna hold you…
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Apr 4, 2011 8:41 am
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Joanie’s door opened again she saw a tall male figure slip inside, pulling the door shut behind him. She heard Sonny padding outside in the hallway and she strained her eyes to see Mike in the dark. She smelled a strong odor of beer and cigarettes and heard shoes hit the floor and the rustling of clothing being removed. Cold fingers grazed her breast as she felt his hands pull aside the bedcovers and then felt cool skin as he slipped into bed besides her. She had no idea who this man was, but she was glad to be with him and snuggled up close to share her warmth. Mike snickered his pleasure and surprise as he lowered his head to suckle each breast, his hands tightly gripping her ass. As he lifted his head, Joanie searched for his lips with her own and they kissed and embraced in passion as she felt him rise between her thighs. His hands explored her ass and stroked her back and then moved up to caress her cheeks and neck.
Finally she felt him press on the top of her head with both hands as he arched his back and whispered “Suck it, slut”.
Mike’s words filled her with anticipation and excitement as she slid down to position her head between his legs. She wrapped an arm around each muscular thighs, pulling his legs apart slightly. He kept a light pressure on her head and she opened her mouth to take in his thick cock. He sighed contentedly and wrapped his fingers in her curls as Joanie slid her moist lips down his shaft, taking him into her hot hungry mouth. She stroked him with her mouth, sliding down to the point where his shaft filled her mouth completely. Mike responded by pressing hard on her head, forcing himself into her throat, choking and gagging Joanie. She held steady and willed her throat to relax, swallowing around Mike’s shaft as he held her down, choking off her windpipe with his rock hard rod. After a few moments of holding her breath, drooling, gagging and swallowing to please him, Joanie signaled her need for air by smacking Mike’s ass with her hands.
He chuckled and said “okay slut, I‘ll let you breath” as he released the pressure on her head.
Joanie pulled back so that only his cock head was inside her mouth and she panted to catch her breath. This repeated several times, with Mike forcing his cock deep into Joanie's throat and forcing her to choke and gag, only letting her up briefly for a breath. The sheets were getting soaked with saliva and precum as it ran in long strands down her chin. After a while, Mike sat up and told Joanie to lie on her belly. He then felt her wet pussy with his fingers and chuckled again, clearly pleased that having her face fucked made her pussy so wet. Joanie lifted her hips and sighed at the pleasure of his touch. He immediately withdrew his fingers and plunged the entire length of his shaft deep into her hungry hot cunt. Joanie cried out in pleasure as she rocked back on him. She came quickly, shuddering and moaning loudly as he pistoned relentlessly into her slippery tight cunt.
Joanie began to yell “Fuck me, fuck me” again and again as he took her pussy, partly because it made him fuck her harder and partly because shouting these words aloud, knowing there was another man in the house, intensified her pleasure.
She panted and shuddered as she ground her hips back and cried out in passion. Mike chucked again at how this normally very quiet obedient slut was announcing herself to the house. “Good girl.” he said approvingly as Joanie began relax again. He pulled his hard wet cock out of Joanie’s sodden pussy. His finger returned to her ass and began to press insistently at her back door, which gave way and opened around it. He finger-fucked Joanie’s ass for a bit as she lay on her belly, knees drawn up at an angle beneath her, ass in the air. Joanie was still recovering from her powerful orgasm as she felt him pull his finger out and press his thick shaft into her tight hole. She gasped with the intensity as her sphincter painfully yielded to the pressure and opened up to tightly grip the hard shaft penetrating her. Joanie stifled a whimper as he forced his shaft deep into her tight butthole. She braced herself, enjoying the rough use as Mike began pounding her ass, hard, fast and deep. Soon she heard him give a loud moan as he shuddered and slowed his rhythm. Joanie felt his cock swell and twitch, jerking and releasing his load inside her as he cried out in pleasure. She smiled as she lay beneath him in the darkness, happy to have pleased him. He fell against her back and began breathing very deeply. She felt his cock shrivel inside her as his breaths turned to snores. Joanie lay patiently crushed beneath him, her knees bent under her, as Mike fell asleep on top of her. She lay there for what seemed like hours, her knees and thighs screaming in pain from the pressure of his weight, trying to decide whether push him out of her ass so she could sleep. She did not want to disrespect him so she lay there all night, knees drawn up and sphincter clenched tight to hold in his flaccid cock as he slept on top of her. Eventually, Joanie fell asleep, uncomfortable but exhausted, choosing to serve and not complain.
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Back to Work
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Mar 26, 2011 7:49 pm
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Monday morning, Joanie went to work, makeup covering the bruise beneath her eye, and told anyone who asked that she bumped into a stair rail. As the days passed, the bruise faded and life returned to normal. Each morning. joanie arrived at work early and slipped into the utility closet, followed by 3-4 horny teenaged boys who used her as their cumdump before school. She put on a blindfold so she could not see who they were, but she enjoyed the winks and smiles throughout the day as her stretched and dripping anus and cunt reminded her of who she was. Thursday nights, she stayed in her classroom and greeted the “study group” as they arrived around 7pm. Then she stripped and crawled on all fours to each seated man, sucking them off as they sat in a circle, intensely discussing the erotic book of the week with their pants bulging or cocks rising out of their open flies. Sometimes, the janitor would stop in, closing the door behind him. He kneeled behind her and fucked her doggy-style as she sucked off every man in the study group. Nobody said a word to her during this time, but they sometimes gazed into her eyes, and made lovely noises as their cocks throbbed and spurted their contents into the slut's throat.
Mosts evenings, Joanie made dinner and Sonny did the dishes. She told him she ate at the study group on Thursday nights, so he would eat alone. One Thursday night, she was so happy to come home to find the carpets vacuumed, the windows washed and her laundry done. She saw Sonny quickly whip off her apron as she opened the kitchen door. He threw it in as drawer and wore a guilty look, his cheeks reddening. “Its okay, Sonny, Joanie said warmly, I don’t mind if you wear my apron. I am so happy you are here and so glad you are such a help to me! You can wear it any time you want." Sonny’s eyes brightened as he thanked her and reached in the drawer to retrieve the frilly apron. He put it on and Joanie thought she detected slight rise in the middle, but decided not to say anything.
That night, after Joanie went to bed, she heard a knock at the door. She woke up and heard Sonny run barefoot down the stairs to answer it. Then he heard him padding back up the stairs and knocking on her bedroom door. “Sorry to bother you Miss Farnsworth. Its some guy, Mike. He says he's a friend of Bill's and that you would want to see him.” Sonny looked nervous and suspicious as he spoke. “Yeah, let him in Sonny”. Sonny shook his head and ran back downstairs.
Joanie wasn’t sure which one was Mike, but she figured any friend of Bill’s was a friend of hers. She heard footsteps ascending the stairs and used her finger and saliva to prepare herself for his use.(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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A Little Help from my Friends
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Mar 26, 2011 7:40 pm
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The next morning Joanie awoke to a painful throbbing sensation in her nose. She groaned and licked the cut on her lip. She looked into the bathroom mirror and gasped at her swollen purple eye and swollen cracked lip. The hot shower water stung as it ran over her bruised and bloodied face. As she dressed, the doorbell rang. She ran down the stairs in her robe and peered out. It was Bill, the organizer of the Thursday night study group, and a younger man. Joanie pulled open the door and let them in.
“Aww Joanie, I am so so sorry this happened to you”, said Bill as he held her face in his hand, covering it with painful little kisses. Joanie winced as his lips grazed her injured skin. Bill turned to the younger man. Joanie, this is my little brother, Sonny. Sonny, this is Miss Farnsworth, the high-school teacher I was telling you about." Joanie tried to smile at the boy and winced from the pain. He was a teenager, tall and skinny, with a greasy pimply face. He wore back skinny jeans, a skin-tight black T-shirt and black denim jacket and had a ring through his eyebrow. “Hey” he mumbled, barely looking at Joanie.
"Well," Bill explained, "Sonny has been having a hard time and needs a place to stay. My Dad threw him out last year and he’s living with me, but I need my space, and you need someone around to protect you. There are all kinds of creeps out there and you gotta stay safe. I figured you could give Sonny a place to stay and maybe he cold help out around the house or something. What do you think?” Bill gazed at Joanie in his firm masterful way that told her she was not to question him. “Yeah, sure, you can stay here Sonny”. Sonny reached behind him and took off his backpack. He looked around the old but spacious house. “Cool”
Bill left and Joanie showed Sonny his room. She has a guest room she used for storage, with a futon on the floor. All of his possessions fit into his backpack and she thought she might buy him some new clothes. As Joanie cooked breakfast she tried to engage in conversation, but Sonny remained sullen and uncommunicative. He told her he was 16 but when she asked whether he was going to school he just shook his head. “Are you working, Sonny?” she asked. “Nah, I got money” he said.
The weekend was spent slowly drawing Sonny out. She took him shopping for clothes and he helped her clear out the boxes filling his room. She was able to surmise that he was an unhappy kid, unwilling to open up and share what was troubling him, and that he was not worried about money or the future. By Sunday night, Joanie’s nose and lip were feeling better, but she was sporting an ugly shiner, beginning to turn yellow-brown. “Its alright, Miss Farnsworth, I think you look pretty all the same”, Sonny said with a shy smile. Joanie hugged him and told him she was glad he was here. Then she locked the door and went to bed.
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Really Fucked Up
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Mar 26, 2011 7:34 pm
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The months went by with Joanie teaching her high-school students by day, waking up for the early morning blindfolded gangbang, and weekly service to the tursdy night study group. She was very happy and kept in a constant state of excitement, sometimes recognizing the owners of the cocks that commanded her in the grocery store or around town, and other times catching lewd looks and giggling whispers among her male students. She just smiled and went about her business, acting as if she were simply a normal high school teacher and not a filthy cum-slut. Sometimes, students or men from the study group would slip into her house late at night and she’d wake up with a hard cock poking into her cunt or her mouth. She never spoke during or about these episodes, but simply complied and made her holes available to whoever showed up, then went back to sleep, glad to feel their cum seeping out onto her sheets. She knew the morning gang fuck would come early enough and didn’t want to waste any time in conversation. Occasionally, men would flirt with her, smiling and asking her out, but she scrupulously avoided such attachments, so as not to interfere with her service to her masters, old and young. In this way, the only way anyone could fuck her is through word of mouth through one of her masters. She would not date and refused anyone who asked about her needs or preferences. Any expressed interest in a relationship was her signal to walk away.
And yet, Joanie had friends. Her girlfriends from work had no clue about her secret sexual servitude and though she was a bit of a prude. They sometimes giggled as they shared tidbits about their husbands and boyfriends, but Joanie just smiled mysteriously and kept her secrets. She said she hadn’t met the “one”, but really she was thinking that one wasn’t nearly enough. Sex and relationships were simply not topics she discussed. Sometimes, she she missed her friends at Cactus Ranch; missed being a whore among whores. She thought she might like to return for a visit some day.
One night, Joanie watched a movie in her quiet house and then went upstairs to bed. She slipped naked between the sheets, turned out the light and drifted off to sleep. She awoke with a start as she heard heavy footsteps and raucous laughter downstairs. She sighed and reached down to finger her pussy, listening to hear how many visitors were in the house. He heart pounded with excitement and anticipation and she stretched her back and readied herself to serve. She heard boots coming up the stairs and heard a male voice ask “And this bitch will fuck anyone who walks in the door? Fuuuck yeah!” “Yeah, you’ll see, she’s a total slut” answered another.
Joanie lay in her dark bedroom anticipating their entry. She couldn’t tell if there were two or three men in her house, but she was getting more aroused with every step they took and hoped it was three. She licked her lips and used her finger to moisten her anus, just in case. She could make out the silhouette of two large husky men as they stepped through her threshold. She lay on her back and peered up at them through the darkness. “I wanna see what I’m fucking”, said the first voice and he flicked on the lights. She blinked as she saw one of the men from the Thursday night study group and a man she had never seen before. Both were heavyset with big beer bellies. She smiled and licked her lips, without a sound, as she lowered the covers slowly over her naked breasts and belly. “Holy fuckin’ shit!” the unfamiliar man muttered and immediately unzipped his fly. He burped as he approached the bed and literally jumped on top of her, crushing her beneath his weight. He clumsily stuffed his semi-rigid cock into her pussy and began thrusting wildly. Joanie stifled a giggle at the man’s reaction. Clearly, he was drunk and overwhelmed by the situation. The other man, who had fucked her many times, stood back and laughed. “Slow down, Charlie, she ain’t going anywhere! This slut is ours all night, you can fuck her mouth, her ass and her cunt, ain’t that right, darlin’?” Joanie smiled and nodded at her master as his friend awkwardly tried stuffing his uncooperative member into her slippery cunt. She tried spreading her legs and lifting her hips to help him, but he was clearly struggling. She saw the master over the stranger’s shoulder, slowly removing all his clothes as he watched his drinking buddy fumbling, fully dressed, on top of Joanie.
“Hey Charlie, move your head, I wanna fuck her face. He stepped to the side of the bed and Joanie turned her head sideways to take his flaccid cock into her mouth with a smile. She loved the feeling of a cock rising inside her mouth, thickening and extending as she pressed and rolled it around with her tongue. Charlie began grunting and swearing in frustration as his cock refused to rise. He began pounding the mattress with his fist as he humped her mound, his cock flopping uselessly between her legs. “Joe, let’s switch, I can’t get it up for this bitch. Maybe if I stuffed it down her throat she could get me hard” Charlie scowled as Joe pulled his now rigid cock from Joanie's mouth and slid it into her slippery tight cunt. Joanie sighed in pleasure as she felt the hard cock penetrate her and she lifted her hips to meet Joe’s thrusts.
Charlie stood on the side of the bed and rougly grabbed Joanie’s head. “Now suck it, bitch!” he commanded, Joanie felt a bit intimidated by his anger but obediently opened her mouth as he thrust into her face. He grabbed her hair from behind and drove his cock into her mouth, squishing her face into his crotch as he pounded her. Still, his cock wouldn’t rise. Joanie used every trick she knew, sucking his shaft hard while licking down the underside, reaching out and squeezing his balls, humming with his cock pressed between her tongue and palate, but it remained semi-flaccid. Joanie then tried sliding one finger between his balls. She slowly pressed it further and futher back until it was at the entrance to his anus. She pushed into his sphincter, feeling his tight rosebud give way.
That was clearly a mistake. Charlie yelled out “What the fuck!!” as he pulled her head back and slammed his fist into her mouth. “Don’t you ever touch my ass you fuckin’ bitch!" He growled at her. Joanie gapsed in shock and in pain as Charlie pulled his fist back and slammed it into her eye. Joanie howled in pain and pulled her head away. Joe, who had been happily fucking her pussy pulled back, leaning on his arms and glared at Charlie. “You asshole! Nobody hits my slut, get the hell out of here before I kill you!” he screamed. “Fuckin’ freaks.." Charlie mumbled ans he staggered away, zipping up his pants. He slowly made his way down the stairs, slammed the door, yelling curses the whole way.
Joe’s cock never left Joanie’s pussy and their hips slowly rocked together throughout this entire episode. He reached out to stroke her cheek, which was wet with her blood. Joanie wimpered as the pain radiated through her face. She licked her lips and tasted blood from her spit lip. “Aw shit babe, I’m sorry”, said Joe as he gently kissed her split lip. She wondered if her nose was broken. She hugged Joe and sobbed as they fucked. Afterward, he told her he was sorry again and gently wiped the blood from her face. Then he got some ice from the freezer and held it against her eye. “Man that was fucked up! I think your definitely gonna have a black eye, but you’ll be okay, I don’t think he broke anything”. Joe apologized for having to leave her but he told her to lock the door for now and promised her this wouldn’t happen again. “We don’t want anything to happen to our little fucktoy, you know, Joanie, we all love you and would never hurt you”. Joanie hugged him and told him she knew. She cried herself to sleep wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.
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