Naughty Summer - the Slut Emerges

Naughty Summer -- The Slut Emerges

WARNING: This story contains scenes including anal penetration, gangbang, interracial sex, and double penetration. If these subjects offend you then you should find another story to read.

NOTE 1: This story takes place in a fantasy world, a world where there are no STIs or unwanted pregnancies. The characters and experiences herein are a complete work of fiction.

NOTE 2: I want to give a huge "Thank You" to Phil Anderer. His expertise as an editor uncovered several things that I had overlooked. The changes and additions that he suggested have resulted in a more cohesive story. Thanks, Phil.

Primary Players:

• Summer -- A young woman in her mid-twenties with two young daughters to support. There is no man in Summer's life and making a living is hard. She met Enrique after she hit his car causing a rear-end accident. Summer is no one's fool and fully realizes that Enrique manipulated her into posing for him, and much more, to avoid having to pay for the damage. Still, she had to admit that, under Enrique's tutelage, she had allowed herself to be used in ways she had only imagined before. And, in the end, Enrique kept his word and had not tried to blackmail her into a continuing relationship.

• Enrique -- An enterprising, and surprisingly, somewhat ethical photographer. His main business is legit, but he is not beyond manipulating a situation and taking advantage when the opportunity arises. Summer is not the first young lady that he has taken advantage of, nor will she be the last. His sideline is porn and he specializes in finding new young ladies to spin into his web.

• Rosa -- Enrique's assistant is a coffee-skinned Latin stunner whose complexion is in stark contrast with Summer's blond hair and pale skin. Rosa is also the first female Summer has ever had sex with.

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I can assure you that my job as a Librarian's Assistant at our local library doesn't include erotic sexual encounters with a roomful of strangers but, the story that I am about to relate begins there a few days ago....

Glancing up at the big clock on the library wall, I mumbled to myself. This day seemed interminable and I'd been ready to go home before I clocked in. Just as I was about to look at the clock again, I was startled by a thunderous crash. Looking for the source of the noise, I noticed two teenagers silently giggling as they hurried out the library doors.

Heading toward the crashing sound, I almost collided with another assistant librarian who was also rushing toward the noise. Looking down the aisle, we could see a pile of books and other reading materials littered all over the floor. I moaned in frustration, recognizing the scattered remains of a display I had just finished assembling this morning.

As I muttered curses at the two youngsters whom I suspected had caused this mayhem, the two of us bent down and began to pick up the debris. With the display restored, I ventured a look at the clock dreading what I would see.

Rebuilding the display had taken longer than I expected and I was now on overtime. It wasn't the extra time that worried me. I needed to get home because my two young daughters would be arriving home from school and there wasn't anyone there to meet them at the bus.

I rushed to the information desk fumbling underneath the counter for my purse. Hastening out the door, I searched inside for my car keys, pushing aside various items until I found them. Fortunately, my clunker of a car started on the first try and I hurridly drove out of the parking lot and headed home.

Today was Wednesday and traffic wasn't as bad as it might have been if it was Friday or a weekend. I was usually a careful driver and I resolved to continue that habit today as I dodged around an elderly man who was driving well below the speed limit. I told myself it wouldn't do my daughters any good if I got stopped for a ticket or even had an accident on the way home.

As luck would have it, I pulled into the driveway of our small rental home just as the bus arrived. A huge grin wiped the worry off my face as I watched my two daughters tumble out the door of the bus. They were talking furiously and only stopped for a moment to wave goodbye to their friends as they turned and broke into a run when they saw me waiting.

The girls almost knocked me over as they rushed up, each one trying to outdo the other as they vied for my attention. I knelt for my customary hug and wondered what in the world had them so excited. They were both babbling and talking over each other so much that it was impossible to understand what they were saying.

We held hands as we walked towards our small two-bedroom house, only pausing long enough for me to find my keys and unlock the front door. Courteous as usual, the girls shoved past me, rushing to get inside while I headed to the kitchen. I wanted a cold glass of tea before I tried to understand what had them so excited.

The two of them followed along behind me dragging their backpacks into the kitchen. Their chatter had died down substantially as I reached into the freezer, dropping ice cubes into a glass and pouring the tea. Glass in hand, I turned to look at them and was rewarded with the vision of two angels, smiling innocently, each one holding out a sheet of paper for me.

A sense of dread began to build as I took a swallow of tea, put the glass down, and reached to take the proffered papers. This time every year, the school tried to take the kids on a day-long outing that usually included one or two educational attractions which always entailed a fee.

I had often wondered if the school officials had any idea how much stress these outings placed on single mothers. Even more importantly, single mothers who were struggling to make ends meet on their own with more than one child and no contributing ex. Silence fell as the girls watched me for any reaction.

I took the papers and read slowly. Just as I thought, the school had plans for next week and, of course, there was a fee involved. Frantically, I did a mental review of my finances and didn't like the results.

One field trip was scheduled for Tuesday and the other was set for Thursday. I wasn't concerned about where they were supposed to be going nearly as much as I was worried about how much it would cost.

Last year the school had done something similar and the girls and I ate a lot of cereal and hot dogs to cut corners but, this was now and everything seemed to cost twice as much as it did last year.

When I saw the amount, I raised my hand to my mouth and fell into a kitchen chair. No way, I thought. I can't afford to send both girls, and it wasn't acceptable to allow one girl to go and deny her sister. Besides, how could I possibly decide which one would be allowed to go, and which one would have to remain at school?

It didn't take long to run through all of the possibilities. As I realized there wasn't any way that I could do this, a little voice in my mind reminded me that there was one way.

Enrique!

My emotions ran hot and cold when I thought of my last experience with Enrique. He was a photographer who ran a small portrait studio in an office park a few miles away. You might say that Enrique and I met by accident. Literally.

While driving my beat up car to a job interview I let my mind wander, allowing myself to follow the car in front of me too closely. Suddenly, brake lights flashed, and the inevitable crash occurred.

While we waited for the police to arrive, Enrique and I exchanged information, and I confessed that I hadn't had sufficient money to renew my auto insurance. While the damage to his car wasn't massive, I was afraid that any repair costs would be out of reach with my limited budget.

As we made small talk, Enrique managed to get me to admit that money was always a problem for a single mother, raising two young daughters. My salary as an Assistant Librarian didn't cover my expenses very well and I had been driving without insurance. Knowing that I was about to get ticketed for causing the accident, Enrique suggested that I could earn some extra money by modeling and, in turn, I could use that money to reimburse him for the repairs.

It had seemed like the answer to a prayer at the time. Later, I found out that I had been set up but, by then it was too late.

The first session was what you might call traditional. Headshots, swimsuit shots, things like that. But, as you might guess, each session became a little more risqué until, finally, I had to admit, we were making porn.

I guess I should consider myself lucky, since Enrique stood by his side of the agreement and released me from my obligation once the repairs were fully paid. I laughed later, realizing that I may have found the only honest and honorable photographer in a dishonest and dishonorable business.

That's probably why I found it easy to contact Enrique the next time that I incurred a financial disaster. Once again, I did what was required and walked away at the end. Each time I walked away, I assured myself that this time would be the last time I would allow myself to be used this way.

That is, until today. Allowing myself to be used as the female object of yet another porn video was the only way I could earn enough money to send both of my girls on their field trip, so I made the call.

After talking to Enrique, I had to admit that I was looking forward to the gang bang I had agreed to do. I'm in my mid-twenties and my relationship opportunities are excruciatingly limited. Besides that, I hadn't had sex with anyone since I made the last video a few months ago. My honest nature forced me to admit that I wanted this for me too. Being the focal point of all that maleness made me feel powerful, and more in control than I was in my daily life.

The next few days passed slowly, allowing me time to review my life choices. I was raised with a religious background and was taught all of the sexual dos and don'ts that are expected of a good girl. The "slut" I portrayed in the videos, is similar to an alter ego. Sensing the unrestrained lust of the men that desired me and knowing that I would be the focal point of all that pent-up emotion provides an unbelievable sexual and emotional high that I find myself unable to resist.

Despite the heady feeling brought on knowing I would be the lust object of a group of strange men, a different part of my mind does feel the degradation and humiliation as a result of what I am doing. In my normal daily life, I find it easy to overcome the desire to be used in this manner, but when my sexual, or in this case financial needs surface, the flames become more than I can bear, and it becomes impossible to ignore my pent up emotions.

Every time that I have allowed my body to be used, I have experienced emotional turmoil because I know that what I am doing is wrong according to the standards set by society. Having sex with a group of strangers is certainly outside the norm. Still, the erotic excitement I feel when I allow myself to be sexually used like this is addictive. For a while, I am able to cast aside those societal restrictions and embrace my "slut" persona.

It's confusing to know that what I intend to do is degrading and humiliating while being erotic and supremely exciting at the same time, yet I can assure you that I feel all of those emotions at once and more.

Moving to the present...

It was after six on a cool fall evening as I headed for the studio. I had just dropped off my precious girls with Mrs. Gibson, a neighbor from down the street. She was a sweet, older woman who adored the girls and welcomed any opportunity to spoil them.

As far as she knew, I had a hot date, so she had agreed to keep the girls overnight. They were thrilled with the sleepover idea. Chuckling to myself, I wondered what she would think if she knew that I was on my way to a gangbang. Nope! Better not to think about that at all.

Instead of thinking about how I had deceived my neighbor, I thought about Enrique and how he had become both the bane and the salvation of my precarious existence.

It was almost dark when I arrived at the studio. As I climbed the steps to Enrique's office, I was surprised when Rosa threw open the door exclaiming, "Summer! It's been so long since I've seen you. We were supposed to get together for lunch and never did." We chatted more as we walked back to the dressing room where Rosa told me to get undressed while she set up my costume for the evening.

What Enrique called a 'dressing room' wasn't much larger than a closet but I managed to get out of my clothes without bumping into Rosa too often. I wondered just what kind of costume a woman who was about to be ravished by numerous men could wear. Once I was naked, I folded my clothes and set them on the only piece of furniture in the room, a metal folding chair.

When I finished and turned to Rosa, I was surprised to see her holding a dog collar and leash. The collar was black and there was a polished gold plate attached to it. Etched into the metal with large letters was the word "SLUT".

"What's that?" I wanted to know.

Rosa grinned at me, "Not much of a costume is it?"

Looking back, I'm not sure why the sight of the collar and leash made me feel so uneasy. Maybe it made me feel more like an object than a woman. The only thing that I can say for sure is that it made me very uncomfortable as Rosa fastened the collar around my neck and clipped the leash to it.

"Let's go," Rosa said as she opened the door and, using the leash, pulled me down the hallway toward the front door of the studio.

Now I was confused. I thought the photo shoot would be here as always. "Where are we going?" I wanted to know.

Rosa was all business now and ignored my question. I shivered as we stepped out into the cooling night air. Fortunately, it was completely dark now so the neighbors would never know that a nude young woman, wearing a "SLUT" collar, and led by a leash had been there.

Leading me to her car, Rosa opened the front passenger door and motioned for me to get in. Confused, and more than a little disturbed by these events, I did as I was told. When Rosa was ensconced in the driver's seat, she started the car. Just before we drove off, she turned to me, smiled, and patted my bare thigh, "You're going to have a great time tonight."

It was just a little strange driving through town as I sat there completely nude. Once again, the early fall darkness shielded me from exposure. The drive was short and soon we pulled up and parked in the well-lit parking lot of a locally notorious sports bar.

Rosa came around and opened my door. Grasping the leash, she urged me to step out into the open. We passed several arriving patrons as we walked across the parking lot. One customer who had been about to leave turned and followed us back inside when he caught sight of me.

The bar was filled with raucous men, several of which were playing pool. Most of them were either at the bar or sitting at one of the numerous tables watching sports on the televisions that were scattered around the room. The place was so full that many of the customers were standing in groups waiting for seating.

Rosa seemed to choose the most circuitous path possible as we headed for a door at the back of the room. As she led me toward the door, she made sure that we passed through or near almost every group of men, pausing often along the way. It seemed like every one of the men managed to get a handful of my tits or slip fingers between my legs. By this time my juices were flowing on overdrive and those who managed to get their hands between my legs found that out quickly enough.

I was almost shivering in anticipation when we finally reached the door. Rosa opened the door, and we stepped into the bar's back room. It was a fairly large room, dingy with painted walls, and linoleum floors.

The first thing I noticed was Enrique, his video camera was up and already focused on me. He had placed other cameras around the room to record what was about to happen from all angles.

The only piece of furniture I could see was a small table in the center of the room. Two burly black men were standing next to the table. The only other items in the room were some lengths of rope and a small pillow on the table.

As Rosa led me over to the table, a number of the men who had been in the bar poured through the door and into the room, filling the space. When we reached the table, Rosa forced me against the edge facing the table. Then she placed the pillow where my hips met the edge and said, "Bend over."

As I bent over, she placed the pillow under me at the edge of the table. She handed the leash to one of the men who pulled the leash down, forcing me to bend all the way over the table. Then he fastened the leash on something under the table, holding me in that position.

Next, each of the men placed padded cuffs on my wrists and then tied one end of a rope to the cuff. The rope was pulled down and firmly tied to a table leg. The table was narrow enough that my head hung over the edge. The chain clipped to my collar was loose enough to allow me to lift my head, but my tied arms limited my further movement.

As I lay there, the two men stepped behind me and repeated the process with my legs. Padded cuffs were placed around my ankles and my spread legs were firmly tied to the remaining two table legs. I was unable to move to any degree and any man standing behind me had a perfect view of my damp womanhood, making my pussy an easy target.

As I lay there, wondering when the action would commence, I had a few moments to myself, and my mind began to wander. I know that Enrique sells my photos and videos on the internet. I can't say that I'm proud of what I'm doing and have done. Even so, I'm not sure what else I can do since I live so close to the edge and my situation often leaves me short of cash. When that happens, if I want to take care of my girls, it's clear that the only valuable commodity I have to sell is my body.

I've always found it hard to lie to myself, so I was forced to admit that I would also receive great satisfaction from what I was about to do. I'd be willing to bet that there are a lot of women who fantasize about being used by a group of men. Almost all of them would settle for the dream. I was living the reality.

I raised my head to look around the room as much as I could. What I saw was a varied group of men and, it was titillating to realize that every one of them wanted to fuck me. If things went well, I was sure that's exactly what Enrique intended to let happen.

From my limited vantage point, I could see that Enrique had gathered an eclectic group. It was mostly made up of middle-aged men but I could see a couple of young college kids and a few older men. There were white men, black men, Hispanic men, and even one Oriental.

Suddenly, the waiting was over. My body shuddered in exquisite pleasure as I sensed movement between my legs and I quivered in anticipation when I felt the head of a cock probing my sex, seeking the entrance to my womanhood. Restrained as I was, I was shaken by the sexually erotic feelings caused by this unknown man and his cock. I uttered a rapturous sigh when he found his target, creating waves of emotion that washed over me when I felt him thrust his rigid shaft deeply into my already well-lubricated and welcoming sex.

I was immediately reminded of the first time that I allowed Enrique to use me for his video porn. I had been surprised to discover that I enjoyed being used and degraded for the sexual satisfaction of the strangers that I serviced. I even derived erotic pleasure knowing that my photos and videos were being used by more strangers as they reached sexual gratification in private.