Jolene's petite body stiffened as she heard the knock on her door. What had started as a shared fantasy between and her boyfriend was suddenly becoming very real. Her ex, Matt, was outside, and she and Craig were snuggled up on the couch.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" he asked. Jolene stood up, pulled her dress down and readjusted the bra over her recently augmented C-cup breasts. At barely 5' tall and just over 100 gym-toned pounds, the brunette's small frame left no doubt as to their lack of authenticity. Even at 54 years old, many men half her age were keen to gain carnal knowledge, and she seldom had to buy her own drinks when she was out dancing with her girlfriends.
Jolene hesitated before approaching her front door. She and Craig had been dating for almost a year, and they had often playfully discussed the fantasy of a threesome. Their favorite bedroom activity consisted of anal sex and a toy in her pussy while passionately discussing the many group sex porns they had watched together. Only two men had ever been in her ass, and both were about to be in her living room.
Craig was a tall, blonde distinguished older gentleman who frequented the same gym as Jolene. What started as casual conversation and an invitation for drinks, had led to a few dates and eventually a long-term relationship. He was a secure business owner while Matt was an unstable musician who did odd jobs while pursuing his dream. The sex with her ex was amazing and her current boyfriend knew it.
"Hi, Matt," she greeted, and invited him in. Their esteemed guest had shown up in skinny jeans, Chuck Taylors, and a concert t shirt. Matt grinned as he admired her attire for the evening. Jolene wore a tight, black, one-piece dress which ended scandalously high above her knees. While admiring her from top down, he paused at her ample cleavage before moving down past her flat tummy, and delighting in her black, thigh-high stockings and high heels. They hugged briefly before he followed her into the living room.
The three exchanged pleasantries before Jolene sauntered off into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Upon returning with three vodka and sodas, she was startled to see that Matt had emptied a sizable pile of cocaine on her coffee table, and the two men were busying themselves chopping up lines.
"Ladies first," Matt suggested as he handed her a rolled-up bill. Jolene reluctantly accepted. The suggestively dressed brunette sat between them, leaned forward and snorted the first of many lines that evening. After a few rounds of bumps, they sat back, casually conversed, enjoying their drinks. The hosts had consumed several cocktails before their guest arrived, and Jolene's head was spinning in pleasant, euphoric anticipation.
Matt's escalated the erotic tension by placing his hand on her inner thigh. Craig observed this, brushed her hair back, and pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. Matt's hand slid higher up under her dress, and he was pleased to discover that she had decided against wearing panties. Jolene moaned as his finger probed her shaved pussy before sliding inside her. She leaned to her left and opened her mouth to meet Craig's. Their tongues intertwined as he squeezed her beautiful fake tits. Matt slid a second finger inside her.
Jolene's thoughts were blurring as the two men's hands and mouths became more aggressive in their exploration of her body. Her little black dress afforded little defense as they reached inside and underneath to fondle her breasts and squeeze her engorged nipples. Her legs spread subconsciously to allow more access to her pussy as she alternated kissing the men on either side of her.
"Another line?" Matt suggested as he broke their passionate embrace. He handed the dollar to her which she readily accepted, and a line shot up each nostril. Afterwards, Jolene broke free and went back to the kitchen to replenish their drinks. Matt and Craig exchanged sinister glances as they imbibed at the table.
When she returned and placed their glasses on the table, Matt stood up and pulled her to him. As she surrendered to his embrace, his hands slid up the back of her stocking-clad thighs and under her dress, squeezing her firm, naked ass. His tongue met hers as Craig took his place behind her, wrapping his arms around her delicate waist. In her drug and alcohol fueled state, she was vaguely aware of her dress being pulled upward, exposing her pussy and ass.
"Uhhhhhhhhmmmm," she moaned as Matt's fingers reached between her legs and massaged her throbbing clitoris. Her arms instinctively rose as her flimsy dress was pulled over her head. Craig unhooked the clasp of her lacey black bra, allowing it to fall over her arms to the floor. Jolene was now completely exposed, wearing only stockings and high heels as her lovers mauled her naked body. Hands, lips, tongues, and teeth sampled her flesh.
Suddenly aware of her lone nakedness, she reached down and pulled at Matt's belt, button, and zipper. Once his pants and underwear were pushed down, Jolene watched as his magnificent, thick, nine-inch cock sprang upwards. Her eyes met his as she gripped it and started stroking. She heard pants being undone and removed behind her before Craig's strong hands pressed against her shoulders and directed her to her knees. Two thick, hard cocks were now inches from her face.
"Which one you gonna suck first, bitch?" Matt always knew what she liked to hear. Jolene wrapped her fingers around both of their cocks.
"Who wants it first?" she asked, looking upwards and seductively smiling.
"Well, Matt's our guest," Craig answered. Jolene accepted this gesture of hospitality, leaned towards Matt's cock, and circled the head with her tongue.
"You remember my mouth?" she teased. Matt responded by grabbing two fistfuls of her hair and shoving his thick shaft to the back of her throat. Jolene gagged and attempted to pull away, but Matt held her head in place, relishing in her discomfort, before he began to aggressively fuck her face. Thick globs of saliva dripped out of her mouth, down her chin, and coated his balls.
"You remember my cock?" he hissed, increasing the intensity of his thrusts while Craig looked on. Jolene could only grunt in affirmation. After several moments of loud, sloppy throat fucking, she pushed her hands against his thighs and he finally released her. Craig saw his opportunity, pulled her head towards his cock, and mimicked Matt's actions. Jolene endured until a lack of oxygen gave her the panicked strength to break away. She was allowed a few breaths before her ex yanked her hair and pulled her face back to his crotch. The men took turns fucking her mouth, increasing their intensity, and becoming more vocal in their degradation.
"Suck it, bitch!"
"Choke that whore!"
"Fuck her in the ass yet?" Matt asked.
"This slut loves it," was the reply. The men laughed out loud at this shared knowledge. Jolene came to the realization that her expectation of a passionate threesome where she was to be the exalted center of attention was unlikely to occur. Matt and Craig viewed her as a filthy slut, and they were bonding over their shared humiliation of her.
The drugs, alcohol, and asphyxiation were causing her mind to drift from the reality of the current situation and to the realm of fantasy. Jolene was a unique female in that she truly enjoyed pornography, whether by herself or with a lover. Her favorite scenes usually involved a delicate young starlet and two or more sadistic men treating her like a worthless slut. She especially loved when they would have the girl sandwiched between them, driving their gigantic cocks into her pussy and ass, while the camera zoomed in on her face's pained expression as she was undoubtedly regretting her life's decisions.
Jolene's pussy dripped with the realization that she was that girl while Matt and Craig continued to take turns forcing their cocks down her throat. Mascara was running down her cheeks, and her hair, which she had meticulously styled for the evening, was a tangled mess. Her flawless tits were becoming increasingly bruised and her perky little ass was bright red. Thick streams of drool had accumulated on her torso and thighs, running down to her brush-burned knees. Matt grabbed her hair, and instead of using her mouth, had her crawl on her hands and knees to the coffee table and the waiting narcotics.
Jolene heard pants being removed behind her as she leaned down to inhale another line. Her already racing heart accelerated when she felt a pair of hands grab her hips and a cock pressed at the opening of her dripping cunt. She sniffed and then let out an animalistic grunt as the entire shaft was driven into her body. Looking back, she saw that Matt was the one fucking her. Turning her head, she observed Craig seated on the couch stroking his erection.
"Do another one," Matt commanded as he briefly paused his thrusting. Jolene's pussy was still adjusting to his cock as she obeyed his order. Her thoughts were blurring with depraved lust, as she welcomed her situation. While she had had several partners since her divorce five years ago, including a few one-night stands, nothing would compare to what awaited her tonight. Even her vacation in Vegas, where through the course of a week, she ended up in the rooms of four separate gentlemen wasn't as filthy as this. Jolene's mind wandered as she remembered how she had irresponsibly insisted against condoms. Four strangers gleefully unloaded their seed into her welcoming pussy that that week. She had even, during a trip to Jamaica, invited a local man half her age back to her room. Jolene's lust intensified as she thought back to his enormous black cock driving into her little white pussy before dumping his load in her. Still, nothing in her sexual past compared to this.
Matt resumed his thrusting, his pelvis smacking against her ass with increasing force. Jolene was in ecstasy as she felt the drugs and booze circulate through her bloodstream while her favorite cock drove deeper into her pussy. The tingling in her belly rapidly spread to the rest of her body. Every muscle contracted as she erupted in orgasmic bliss.
Her moans of satisfaction confirmed her consent for the evening's activities, and both men knew that she was theirs to be used. Eventually the two men lifted her onto the couch with her head positioned at Craig's cock, and Matt behind her. Jolene struggled to keep her mouth on her current boyfriend's dick as she was pounded from behind. Craig assisted by grabbing two fistfuls of hair and keeping her head in place. The abused MILF submitted as they manhandled her into different positions and took turns fucking her pussy and mouth.
Jolene loved that they were in control of her, and that her petite body was theirs. While she was in a relationship with Craig, she preferred being a whore. Whether it was a business trip, vacation, or a night out with the girls, her ultimate desire was to find a handsome stranger to fuck. Sadly, most weren't intuitive enough to realize that she didn't want to be treated like a lady. She wanted to be abused like a fucking slut! Craig, and especially Matt, knew this, and continued to escalate their delightful mistreatment of her, smacking, spanking, choking, biting, and degrading her.
