Play Time Ch 03

Several weeks went by with no contact from Susan or her boyfriend Peter. Once again, life seemed to return to normal. It struck me that this seemed to be a recurring cycle that our 'new' sexual lives had developed into – a period of total sexual wantonness and deviance followed by a semblance of normalcy. This time, though, as we spent more time with the kids at the park, at their games, and getting homework done, I was developing more of a chill as to whether this charade would continue and whether our other lives would affect them.

I had allowed myself to be blackmailed into sexual slavery and I knew it was only a matter of time until they called upon me – us – again. When it happened it was quick and without any warning.

We were all at home finishing a family dinner after my son's baseball game. There was a knock at the door and our daughter ran to answer it. She came back to the dining room followed by both Susan and Peter. They had entered our lives directly.

"Hi, Mary, I just thought we'd stop by. Are these your kids? We haven't met . . . I'm Susan, and this is my boyfriend, Peter. We're friends of your folks." Our kids shyly introduced themselves to our unexpected visitors and then left the dining room to for their rooms and homework. As soon as the kids were out of earshot I lit into Susan.

"I can't believe that you would come to our house. In front of our kids! It's bad enough what you made me do at your house!"

"Calm down, Mary. I told you that was just the beginning, and I meant it. I'm sorry, Phil, we haven't all been introduced, I'm Susan and this is Peter," she said with an edge to her voice, "We spent the day fucking your wife the other day."

"She told me. What do you want now?" Phil asked quietly.

"Well, Phil, why don't you take Peter out to your garage and show him all of your guy stuff. You know, tools and things . . . " I glanced over at Peter and he had a smirk on his face. "Come on, Phil, show me the way." Phil stood up, looked at me and led Peter out to our garage.

After they left, I turned to Susan. "So, what the fuck do you want with us now?" Without saying a word Susan walked over to me and slipped her hand into my blouse, and slowly slip her hand into my bra. Susan slowly caressed my breast, her fingers lightly coaxing my nipple into arousal.

"Well," she said, "I think that Peter is going to have your husband suck his cock. Me, I don't know. I am a little short on cash, so I think I'm going to have you turn some tricks for me."

"WHAT!" I exclaimed. "No way!"

"Susan, Susan, you need to get with the program. You are mine. Ours. You will do anything we tell you to do." She pushed me back against the wall and kissed me fully on the lips. Her tongue entered my mouth and I found myself responding to her, kissing her back. I felt myself moistening as I let her have control of me. She pulled away, smiled, and turned toward the door to the garage.

"Let's go check on the guys." She walked to the door that led into the garage with me following closely.

Peter was standing with his back against the workbench and he pants were down around his knees. Phil was kneeling at Peter's waist and was busy working his mouth over Peter's erection. Peter's cock glistened with Phil's saliva.

"Boy, if your kids could see this, huh, Mary?" Susan nudged me with a snicker. "I think your husband is a real cock slut."

"Honey, he gives head almost as well as you do," Peter said to Susan. He reached down, put both hands on the back of Phil's head and forced his cock deeper into my husband's throat. I could hear Phil gag momentarily as he adjusted to Peter's length.

"Mary, I think you need to tongue Peter's asshole for him while your husband is sucking his cock," Susan said, pushing me toward the two men. I shuddered, and without a word knelt down beside Peter. Phil was ministering to Peter's cock with his eyes closed. He seemed to be getting into this a little too quickly. He briefly opened his eyes and we made contact before Peter shifted away from the bench to give me access to his ass.

His cheeks were sweaty from his sexual arousal. I hoped that he was clean, but it really didn't matter; I was going to do this anyway. I slid my tongue up between Peter's cheeks, tasting his musky scent. I couldn't hit my target, so I reached up with my hands to spread his cheeks open. He groaned as my tongue made contact with his brown hole.

FLASH! Suddenly the garage lit up as Susan took a picture. I pulled away from Peter's ass just in time to have another flash hit me in the face as Susan took another picture. It just continued and we got caught up even deeper.

"Just a couple more shots for posterity, guys," Susan said. "What a great picture of a husband and wife! I'm going to go into the house and keep the kids occupied. We wouldn't want them walking out here, now would we?"

"Susan! You better not do anything – " I started.

"Mary! What do you think I am? A pervert? I'm not interested in kids, don't worry. Now go back to sucking Peter's asshole." After she left, I snaked my tongue back between Peter's ass cheeks and began running my tongue around his rim again. I found myself becoming very aroused as I tongued this man's asshole, being forced and used as I was. I reached between Peter's legs and found Phil's free hand and gripped it. Judging from the motion that had started with Peter's body, Phil's other hand was jacking Peter's cock, working him toward an orgasm.

Phil moved his hand up my arm to my body and down to the waist band of my pants. He worked open the button with his hand and slowly worked the zipper down. I shifted, spreading my knees to give him the access I so desperately craved. His hand slid into my panties, through my pubic hair and made contact with my clitoris. I moaned and rubbed myself against his digit.

I had been lightly tracing circles with my tongue around Peter's anus, but with Phil's finger methodically working my clit in fast, jabbing movements, I began to attack his opening more fervently. I had never tongued anyone's asshole like I was right then and as I worked it, I felt the ring of muscle loosening as it relaxed.

I suddenly came against Phil's finger, spasming repeatedly. My sexual heat took me to a new level of depravity. I slid my tongue into Peter's hole slightly deeper, disgusted with what I was doing to this man, but becoming even more sexually aroused as well. I could feel through the increased flexing of his muscles that Phil's mouth was bringing Peter closer to an orgasm. Without warning, his anal ring tightened against my tongue and I felt his body flex as he came.

I pulled out from between Peter's butt cheeks and swung around to watch as Peter's cock pulsed repeatedly, spewing shot after shot of semen into Phil's mouth.

"Don't swallow it! Not yet!" Peter gasped. He held Phils head in place for a moment and then slowly released it.

"Now, how about sharing my come with your wife, Phil? Go on, give her a big kiss. She' already tasted it, but she shouldn't be left out this time." Phil moved toward me and our faces touched. Some of Peter's come had dribbled out of the corner of Phil's mouth and I flicked it with my tongue before kissing him fully on the lips. Our tongue intertwined and Phil pushed the full load of Peter's come into my mouth with a moan. We swirled it around and passed it between us before pursing our lips and breaking the kiss to swallow the load.

Phil and I stood up and got ourselves together. As Peter buckled his pants, the garage door opened and Susan came back out.

"The kids are fine and almost done with their homework. Peter, why don't you and Phil hang out here while Mary and I go out and do some errands?" She asked.

"What do you mean, 'errands?'" Phil asked her. He was starting to come back to reality.

"'Errands,' Phil. Well, really, I'm going to go use Mary some more. I'll probably have her suck some cocks, maybe fuck a couple of guys, take some more pictures, you know, that sort of thing," Mary laughed with a smirk in her tone. "After the kids are asleep for the night Peter can probably fuck your ass, too!"

With little fanfare, Susan and I left the house and got into the vehicle she was driving. It was a panel van and looked like it had been used as a workman's truck for awhile. After getting in, I looked in the back and saw that it had a mattress and blankets lying on the floor. I looked over at Susan as we started to drive off.

"We got this old van to carry stuff in and we use it to sleep in when we're taking road trips once in a while. Yep. That's where you'll be with your legs spread for somebody in a little while," she said looking over at me. "But I'll probably be back there with you, too, at some point. I've never really been attracted to a woman, before, Mary, but you really get to me. Maybe it's the whole power thing, I don't know."

"Thanks, I guess. When is this going to end, Susan? I mean, I have a right to know."

"No, you don't. It will end when it gets boring for us. That may take awhile. I can think of all sorts of things for us to do." We drove on in silence, leaving our town and heading out on the highway.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Back over to our town. I didn't want anyone you might know seeing you tonight, Mary. It's the least I could do." We drove on in silence until we got to a cluster of cheap hotels, convenience stores, bars and restaurants clustered around a truck stop. It was dark as we pulled up next to one of the bars.

"Here we are. Let's get in back," Susan said, motioning. She took me in her arms and kissed me fully on the lips while unbuttoning my shirt. I reached for her and she stopped me.

"Not me. Not right now." She removed my bra and began kissing my nipples and then unbuttoned my pants, sliding them slowly down my legs. She ran her fingers into my sex.

"You're still wet. I can still taste Peter on your mouth, too." She kissed me again, and then opened the side door and got out. "I'll be right back." She closed the door to the van and was gone. I was in the dark and with a shiver I wrapped up in the blanket on the mattress. I wondered what Susan had in store for me. I had a pretty good idea that I would be fucking a number of men, and that she would be taking money for my services, true to her word. I didn't have to wait long. The door to the van opened and Susan was there with two men, all silhouetted in the lights from the bar parking lot. I couldn't even make out their features or even how old they were. I would smell the alcohol on their breath.

"Well, Mary, I got you a couple of friends. Guys, this is Mary. You've got her for 15-minutes. She will do anything you want." They climbed into the van and with a close of the door the interior was dark.

"Shit, honey, where you at?" one of the asked.

"Right here." I said quietly. I knew that I had to just do this, so I reached for the man closest to me and put my arms around him. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I want you to suck my cock and then I want to fuck you. So does he." Without a word I fumbled in the dark and found the man's belt buckle. He got the idea and helped, pulling down his pants. I reached through the dark and made contact with his hardening penis. My pulled my head toward his body and I found myself willingly taking the man's cock into my mouth.

As I closed my lip around the hardening penis, I flashed on the stupidity of the whole situation. Here I was, a nurse, for Christ's sake, having unprotected sex with strangers at a truck stop. Probably a bunch of them. As dumb and dangerous as it was, I felt my pussy starting to flood. The other man moved through the darkness and began feeling my body, quickly locating my slickening sex. The cock in my mouth was now fully erect was large. Much larger than Phil's cock, or Peter's for that matter.

"I'm going to slip my cock into her while she's blowing you, Sam. I just want to come. I'm next up on the pool table." I was revolted; I wasn't even important enough for this jerk to take a few minutes with. I was just some cheap piece of trash to him. And I was going to let him fuck me and come in my body. I shivering as I heard him unbuttoning his pants.

"Could you use a condom? I mean, I just want to be, you know, safe," I asked the man behind me quietly. I thought I'd at least try.

"Fuck that. I'm riding you bareback, baby. Kneel up," he said. I shifted my position on the man I was sucking to give the other guy a position to take me doggy style from behind. He spread me legs wider with his hands and then I felt his penis poking me, searching for my opening. I was sloppy wet and it didn't take him long to locate his goal. He slid slowly into, causing me to gasp. Any illusions that he was going to take his time with the act were broken as he began to pound into me. The alcohol made him last, though.

I began working the penis in my mouth more urgently, wanting this over, but knowing that there would be more to follow. I reached up and started jacking the man's cock, as Phil had done to Peter earlier. As I worked my pursed lips up and down the cock in the darkness I found myself wondering about Phil and what Peter was having him do. The man behind me slowed his motions and I felt him tense and flood me with his hot fluid. He slid himself out of me and made for the door of the van.

"I'll see you back inside. Nice fuck, lady. Best $20 I've spent this week." He closed the door and was gone. I didn't have much time to think about the situation before the remaining man pulled his cock out of my mouth and rolled me onto my back. I instinctively spread my legs and readied myself to take his body weight. He took a moment and ran the head of his penis up and down the furrow of my wet, come-soaked sex.

"Man, you are a hotty. How do you know Susan, anyway?" I didn't know what to say.

'Well, uh, we are friends. Sort of. I've known her for awhile." Just fuck me and get it over with, I thought to myself.

"Friends? So, she finds guys and charges them to fuck you,huh. Different sort of friendship," he said and slid the head of his penis to my vaginal lips. He teasingly entered my outer lips and then pulled back several times, going a little farther each time. "Yeah, you are a hotty." He slowly slid his entire length into me and stopped for a moment. He was huge. Probably the largest man I had ever had in me. He bent down and began kissing me. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I almost screamed. His breath was bad, a combination of beer, bar snacks, and some kind of meat, maybe hotlinks. He sought out my tongue with his and, as reluctant as I was, I found myself begin to respond and kissing him back. Soon we were kissing in earnest and I felt my vaginal flowing around his penis. Continuing to kiss me, he started sliding his cock in and out of me, using all of his length.

I wanted to fuck him, this stranger I was with in a dark van. I spread my legs wider and started fucking myself back against him. God, I didn't even know what he looking like! He was older, judging me the stubble on his back, and reaching up to run my hands through his hair as he violated me. His hair was stiff and dry in the way gray hair is. I was lost in my thoughts as he pounded my pussy.

"God, you're fucking me!" I yelled. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me harder!" And he did. I had to spread my legs even wider as the speed of his pumping increased; he still had his pants on and I realized his buckle or something on his belt was digging into my legs and scratching me.

"UHHHNNNN!" he groaned loudly and suddenly tensed, beginning his orgasm. I know that there aren't supposed to be any nerves in the depth of a vagina, but I could swear I could feel each pulse of his semen as it pulsed into my body. "God, you are a good fuck, the best I've ever had," he said quietly as he relaxed. He stayed in me for awhile and began kissing me again. I let him soak in the moisture and kissed him back, playing with his tongue. He finally disengaged, his cock still partially erect. As he kneeled up to pull up his pants I sat up and took his cock back into my mouth, savoring the taste of the combination of the semen of the two men and my own scent.

"Whoa, sister, you about used me up. Look, I know I paid already and all, but you were great." As he opened the door and stepped out of the van he pulled out his wallet and gave me another $20 bill. "You were great," he said again, "Thanks."

He closed the door and I was left in the darkness holding the $20 bill. I was a prostitute. A whore. And a cheap one. I laughed, thinking 'well at least I didn't just fuck a guy for a pizza, like last time.' I lay in the darkness of the van, my legs still gaping open from the pounding sex I had just had. The door to the van opened and Susan was standing there.

"Well, aren't you a sight, Mary. Look at al that come all over you. That's a quick $40 for me. Oh, I see you got a little for yourself. Keep it. It'll remind you of what you are now. A hooker. That's right. Anyway, I've got a few more friends out here for you. The word got around the bar. I figured that I'd reduce the price for the volume, so you're fucking for $10 now. Great, huh?" Susan was laughing.

"Why do you have to be so fucking mean about this? I'm doing what you want. Why do you have to belittle me?" Listening to myself, I realized I was whining.

"Because that's the fun, Mary. Anyway, there are a few of them. A line. Rather than having them come inside the van, I'll open both of the side doors and you can just sit in the door and they can fuck you. That'll speed this up." In a daze I moved myself into position. I looked out of the van and saw a line of men winding around the corner of the building. Sitting on the floor of the van, I hung my feet out of the vehicle resting them on the pavement of the parking lot. The first man approached me and started to unzip his pants. I spread my legs to accommodate him as he approached.

"Perfect, Mary. Smile!" FLASH! Susan took a picture as the man's penis found my sex and slid in. I let out an involuntary moan and bucked my hips toward him as he started quickly fucking my pussy. My mind seemed disconnected from my body as I started to react with animal instinct. Mate! Take their come! My newest stranger leaned into, reached from my swaying breasts and kissed me. I reacted with a hunger, kissing him back, my tongue entering the strange mouth, tasting his breath, and abstractly wondering what kind of hard liquor he had been drinking. He shuddered and quickly came in me, pulsing three times. I pulled him into me, wrapping my hands around his buttocks and feeling his muscles tense. He pulled out, gave me a peck and moved off in the shadows of the parking lot. Another man quickly took his place.

"Stop a minute," I said breathlessly. I leaned forward toward my next man and took his exposed uncircumcised penis deeply into my mouth. From the light of the lot I could tell he was black, probably in his 30's and he didn't look very clean. He was probably a mechanic who had stopped off at the bar on the way home for a drink. And a fuck. I sucked his cock until the head of his uncircumcised cock popped free from his foreskin I could feel him starting to leak some pre-come fluid. His testicles were solid, filling his sack, full of fluid for me. I started to slowly slide his cock out of my mouth.

FLASH! I looked over and Susan had just captured me for all of time in another sexual pose.

"Good, Mary, you're getting into it. Now fuck him!" And I did. He attacked me like an animal and I fucked back at him like one. This went on as I fucked each new man like he was my last. I thought periodically through the scene that I was losing myself in this new life, but I kept it. I was in a situation to act like a slut, a whore, and I was going all the way. It went on like this for about an hour until I had fucked over 20 men from the bar and one who had been driving through the parking lot and had stopped to see what was going on. After paying $10 to my 'friend' Susan he found out.