Blond Ambition

Blond Ambition, Part 4

This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, nonconsent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means they are adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.

Excerpt from the end of Part 3. Later, I learned that the guys in IT had a three-way sex marathon, sandwiching Mickie with a cock in her mouth, ass, and cunt simultaneously. I felt worse for her than I did for myself as I dragged her into my quest for power. My ambition placed her in this position.

Darnel and Robert were hosting a large acquisition party, and all his employees were invited. The party was being held on his country estate. Everyone was expected to be there. Mickie and I arrived at six. Dinner was served at 6:30. We had cocktails, followed by dinner, then more cocktails.

Both Mickie and I were becoming very intoxicated. Someone pulled out some cocaine and cut some lines. Suddenly, there was a hand over my mouth, and my face was shoved into the pile of Coke. The guys holding me down did not let go until I sucked up a copious amount of the product.

Another bunch forced Mickie to snort up some as well. Mickie and I were both drunk and now stoned on the Coke we were forced to ingest. Most of the rest of the night was a blur of cocks and cunts as we became the sex toys for the girls and boys of the party.

We were both used until we passed out. We awoke the following day in our apartment with hickies and bruises all over our bodies. Both of us were sore and stinky. We had dried sperm all over us, and our hair was matted.

There was a burning sensation on my ass cheek. I looked over at Mickie and gasped in horror as I saw the fresh tattoo emblazoned on her otherwise flawless ass cheek. I rubbed my eyes to focus on the tattoo and cried when I read the words "cum bucket."

Suddenly, I felt sick and had an empty burning in my stomach--not the same type of distress I felt as I realized the burning sensation on my ass was also a tattoo. I stumbled to the bathroom as I was overcome with the urge to vomit. After puking up clear fluids, I got a handheld mirror and stood with my back to the mirror on the door as I held the handheld mirror so I could see the tattoo on my ass.

I shrieked in horror as I read the words, "Ambitious whore," emblazoned in ink on my once flawless ass. I fell to my knees and lay on the floor in a fetal position, crying hysterically. I was ruined, marked for life as a whore.

Mickey came stumbling in and screamed in shock as she saw the tattoo on my ass. Mickie was crying, asking me what happened and what they did to her. I hugged her, pressed my nakedness against hers, and told her they tattooed her with the words "cum bucket."

We both cried until we could no longer create tears. The phone rang, and I answered. It was a woman's voice. She told us to avoid getting the tattoos wet and to wait 24 hours; even then, don't let the water's stream hit our tattoos directly.

Keep up that initial cleaning routine a few times a day for two to four weeks while your skin heals. You might start to notice scabbing or crusting around your tattoo, but this is totally normal. Cleaning instructions could be found in our purses.

I shrieked, "I'm filthy. I have sperm all over me. "You have to wash me then; I'll wash you."

Mickie agreed, and we sat on the edge of the tub as we cleaned each other's bodies. We washed our own hair, faces, and breasts. We then got some cereal and ate breakfast. We got dressed, both in simple dresses. No underwear. The feel of the cloth on our asses was excruciatingly painful.

The phone rang again. It was Robert. He told us to join him at a local marina slip, B18, where the yacht Sugarland Escape was berthed. He would send a car. I tried to get out of going, but he said to be outside in fifteen minutes or we would regret it. Then he hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, Mickie and I got into a limo and were whisked off to the marina. We arrived at the marina and made our way to slip B18 as instructed. We were helped on board by a crewman and led to the sitting room.

Robert came in from another room and said, "Good afternoon ladies." "You two are quite the party girls." He picked up a remote, and a TV appeared from behind a panel. It came to life, and scenes of a party came into view.

There, on the screen, was Mickie and I, openly and totally naked, bent over a mirror tray, snorting coke as both of us were getting fucked by men with big cocks. We were sucking cocks while getting fucked. We were eating cunts while getting fucked, and we were snorting Coke while getting tattoos.

Nothing in that video clip would suggest that we were not willing participants in the party and tattooing. We were both so fucking wasted that we giggled through most of the tattooing. at least when our mouths weren't full of cock meat.

We sat and watched in shock. Robert turned off the TV and said, "Why don't you two take off those dresses and let me see those tattoos again?"

I replied, "Excuse me?"

He retorted, "That wasn't a request, bitch."

I responded, "We're in the middle of a marina, with people all around."

"So what?" "These people see tits, asses, and cunts all day; no big deal; get them off or I tear them off," he explained.

I knew he would, so I yanked mine over my head, followed by Mickie removing hers. I then removed my bra as Mickie followed suit. We stood there on his yacht naked, with incriminatingly nasty tattoos openly displayed for all to see.

Robert said, "Sit, chill out."

We sat on the largest, softest sofa we could find. Both Mickie and I were uncomfortable being naked with so many people walking about within our eyesight. Also, our tattoos still hurt.

"Ladies, have a wine cooler. Relax a little. "Soon we will leave port for a day in the sun, on the bay." He said.

A crew member brought us wine coolers, and we sipped the wine.

Robert looked at us and said, "I know you both are very concerned about the video; I can assure you we have no intention to distribute the recording of your coming-out event."

I spoke up, "What do you mean by a coming out event?"

He replied, "Oh, the participants in last night's event paid five hundred dollars each to attend the party, which included food and entertainment." "You two were the entertainment, and you both entertained very well."

I retorted, "You fucking drugged us!"

"Did you see anyone forcing you to snort Coke?" "Your accusation would not stand up to scrutiny, sweetheart; face it, you're a coke whore." He said.

I was feeling weird, so I looked at him and said, "What is in this cooler?"

"Just a little Coke to help you two relax," he said.

"What the fuck, Robert?" "I don't want to be addicted to this shit," I retorted.

"Well then, accept your role in life and you won't be turned into a cocaine whore," he said.

The Coke-laced drink was having its desired effect. Both Mickie and I were sitting there with our legs parted and our naked bodies on full display. I was starting to feel horny, and looking at Mickie, I could tell she was also.

Robert dropped his swimming trunks and sat on a chair across from us and said, "Come here, you two, and suck my cock."

"Fuck you," I retorted.

He got up, grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, "No cunt, fuck you," as he used his other hand to twist and pinch my nipple.

I screamed in pain and rubbed my tortured nipple, knowing it was going to be bruised.

Mickie scrambled to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, sucking it for all she was worth. She couldn't handle pain and didn't want him to hurt her.

I resigned myself to the task of pleasing him. I didn't want any more painful abuse from him. I heard some voices and tried to turn and object, but Robert said, "You stop and I'll tie you up and twist your fucking tits off."

I returned to my task of licking his nuts and swallowing his cockshaft when Mickie backed off to take over sucking his nut sack. Someone moved in behind me and pushed his cock into my cunt hole. The coke gave me a terrible sexual itch, and the cock felt good.

I stopped long enough to say, "Fuck me." The guy grabbed my waist and started plowing into my hot twat, picking up the pace and driving me insane with the fire in my cunt. I started pushing back onto his cock as the itch reached insane levels.

"Yes!" "Fuck me!" "Fuck my slut cunt!" I yelled as my cunt contracted and squirted. It felt like hot lava, as if I were melting around his plunging cock.

Mickie was finishing deep-throating Robert's hard cock as he moaned and pulled his cock free to shoot his sperm on her face as the guy behind her pushed deeply into her, holding her tight as he filled her with his cum.

After they were done, I realized we were no longer docked, and the boat was moving gently through the waters of the bay. Robert suggested we sit on the open deck. I didn't want to, but I surely didn't want him hurting me again, so I got up and walked out onto the deck, and sat in a deck chair.

Mickie sat across from me. I could see the anger and hurt in her eyes, and I felt really bad for her. The guys sat down and broke open some beers. We were all on deck, naked, as another large boat full of topless girls and shirtless guys came by hooting and whistling at our total nudity.

I know I've done terrible things. I know I prostituted myself to get ahead on the job. But this still made me feel shame as I sat on the deck of a boat, naked, with sexual secretions flowing out of my fucked cunt.

The guy who filled me with his cum looked down at my exposed glistening slit and said, "Damn girl, that fucking whore twat is leaking cum all over."

Again, I felt the heat of embarrassing shame as I closed my legs to hide my wetness. Robert yelled, "Spread them whore legs, bitch, so we can see the cum leaking out of your cunt."

I spread my legs as far as the chair would allow. I felt so vulnerable and exposed. The men drank and fished. A crew member bought us some SPF 50 sunscreen, and we put it on. We spent the next six hours with them drinking, fishing, and sexually using us to please them whenever they wanted.

When we got back to the marina, Robert told us there was a cab waiting to take us home, and he handed us our dresses but not our bras. Knowing better than to anger him, I quickly and quietly slipped my dress on, as did Mickie.

We walked up the dock into the parking area, where a cab awaited. We got in and told him our address, and he sped off toward our apartment. When we arrived, he told us the fair was $60.00.

I told him we didn't have any money with us, and we assumed our boss would prepay. The cabbie then pulled into the alley and said, "Well, both of you will have to give me some head."

I looked at him and said, "We're not whores."

He said, "Lady, that's not what your boss said."

I yelled, "Fuck you."

He replied, "Have it your way, bitch." "My cock, either one of you suckers, or some guy named Ice will be over to deal with both of you."

I felt like the blood had drained from my face. I nodded my head and said, "Okay, we'll suck you off."

The cabbie said, "That's more like it, as he got out and opened the door, then his zipper." He pulled out his cock, and I took it in my mouth as I played with his nuts. I've learned how to get a man to pop quickly.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his groin as he came into the back of my mouth. The nice thing about learning to deep-throat a guy is that you don't taste their sperm. Some guys' sperm taste nasty, especially if they drink a lot.

The cabbie then said, "Get out of my cab, you whores." We got out as he got in and sped off.

We went into our apartment and took bird baths because we didn't want to get infections from our tattoos. I said to Mickie, "This fucking sucks; we have to take bird baths until these tattoos heal."

After we washed up, we went to our rooms and napped. I woke up hours later to a knock at the door. I put on a bathrobe and went to answer the door. As I unlocked the door, someone pushed it, knocking me off my feet.

I lay on the floor, knees up and legs splayed, looking up at two seriously big guys who stared down at me with smirks on their faces. The bigger of the two said, "Get up; you're coming with us," as he grabs my arm and pulls me up.

"Where's the other whore?" He questions me as he finishes lifting me to my feet effortlessly. I stammered, "In her bedroom."

The other guy goes to the bedroom and comes out, dragging Mickie along with him. Mickie is bewildered and scared. She struggles with them. The guy wraps one arm around her torso, trapping her arms by her side, and produces a snorting tube with coke in it and pushes it up her nose. He uses a finger to block her open nostril.

Mickey sucked all the Coke out of the vial in her panicked attempt to break free. The coke stunned her, and the guy picked her up like a rag doll and slung her over his shoulder. He then walked toward the door.

I yelled, "Aren't you going to dress her or even cover her?" I was freaked out. The man holding me pulled me along as he walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind us. The two of them walked down the hall toward the back door with Mickie nude, wasted, and naked.

I was mostly naked, with an open bathrobe covering my shoulders and back as I had not had the chance to tie the sash to close it in the front. As we approached the Towncar, I asked, "Where are you taking us?"

"Shut up, whore, and get in," the guy dragging me said as he pushed me into the car and shut the door.

The other guy opened the opposite side of the car and dumped Mickie into the seat. She was so wasted that she just sat in my lap and grinned--a big, silly grin.

Mickie pushed herself up and said, "Hey Baby," as she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me while jamming her tongue down my throat. She moaned and giggled as she cupped my tit and kissed her way from my mouth to my nipple.

Mikey loves me, but being stoned, she was displaying her love without reservations. She aggressively pushed the robe off my shoulders and sucked my nipples as she fingered my now-wet cunt. The car was moving, and we had no idea where they were taking us.

The car stopped. The guys opened the doors and dragged us out onto the pavement of a parking garage toward a door marked "Level 5 private entrance." The bigger one punched in a code, and the door buzzed as it unlocked.

He opened the door, shoving me in as the other guy shoved Mickie. They walked down the hall, dragging us along. We entered a large room, full of men and women. Some pointed and laughed as others swatted our tattooed asses as we stumbled by, being led to the other end.

Robert stepped out, raising his hand in motion to silence the room. The room fell silent. Robert said in his normal tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, our entertainment has arrived." "To most of you, these two whores need no introduction." "However, for those who do not know our whores, this is whore Mickie, a transgender who can suck a cock like the best of whores."

Continuing his debasing introduction, he said, "This young whore is Samantha, a fair-skinned golden blonde with ambition." "She started as an account assistant and slept her way to general manager." "These days, the only thing she generally manages is sucking and fucking." "Cocks or cunts, it doesn't matter to her because she is a true whore."

Robert continued, "Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, they will fulfill your wildest dreams." "Everything is permissible, except that no one may cause permanent harm." "We expect to get a lot more mileage out of these whores." "Let the fun begin." "You all have a number, so wait your turn."

I looked around. There must be thirty men and women there. I started crying and babbling. One of the guys stepped forward and produced the snorting pipe, which he inserted into my nostril while a woman held her hand over my mouth.

I sucked the Coke into my nostril, feeling the burning followed by the mind-snapping rush. Now, in a drug-induced fog, I no longer make a scene. I was in a warm, fuzzy fog. People were touching me, especially my cunt and tits. A guy was kissing me as a woman was massaging my nipples and then my clitoral area.

I just went with the flow. I looked around and saw Mickie on her back, getting tea-bagged by one guy while another penetrated her and was plunging in and pulling out, building up to his climax.

I was pushed to the floor, then rolled over on my hands and knees. I instinctively went down on the trimmed cunt in front of me, while a man shoved his cock into my cunt and rutted in me like an animal on a farm.

He was grunting and cursing while slapping my now very horny and cooperative whore's ass. There, I said it, even if it was only in my head. I reached under myself in submission to my horny cunt and rubbed my clitoral area to quell the insane itch. The more I rubbed my clit the more it itched. I came loudly and gushed a torrent of cunt juice onto the floor and the man behind me.

The group watching me murmured as they looked on. One woman said, "This cunt is a natural whore." Some chuckled as they watched the performance. The woman whose cunt I have been eating grabbed my head, holding my face tightly to her spasming cunt while she came.

She backed out from under me as she exclaimed, "That fucking bitch can eat some hair pie."

The others laughed, and a guy stepped in front of me and knelt to present his cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth, taking him in. I licked and sucked his cock as I felt the guy in my cunt stiffen, and then I felt the pulsing of his cock as he flooded my horny cunt with his sperm.

I stopped sucking the cock in my mouth long enough to shriek, "Fuck me." "Someone fuck me; fuck my whore cunt," as I shuddered in shame and climaxed simultaneously. There, I said it. I openly admitted my acceptance to those in the room. I acknowledged my role as a whore.

As the night dragged on, I witnessed Mickie get sandwiched in a three-way penetration. I lost count of the number of men and women whom I had serviced with my ass, cunt, and mouth. I knew the insane itch in my soul was not fading.

At some point, I was dragged into a room and deposited on a bed, where men walked in and had their way with me. They took me in whichever way they pleased. At one point, a woman came in and cleaned me up, douching me and then inserting some lubricant into my raw, abused cunt.

She said, "You have more paying clients,'' as she held a glass tube to my nose and said suck it in honey, you'll feel better." I snorted the powder into my nose, giving me yet another rush as I thought, "Paying?"

Was I just thinking that she said that in my stoned stupor? Were men and women paying to have sex with me? She left, and a few minutes later three men walked in. One took his place on his back as the others helped me mount him. His cock glided into my lubricated cunt like a hot knife through butter.

As the third guy presented his cock to my mouth, another pushed his hard member into my abused asshole. I sucked it in as we set a rhythm with the three cocks sawing in and out of my body, working towards their climaxes.

I screamed again as I shuddered at my climax. I don't know how many men and women I serviced that night. But somewhere in that night, I vaguely remember a voice--a man's voice yelling and cursing--calling me a fucking whore.

I remember there was some altercation as the man tried to drag me out of the room. Later, after the man was subdued and drugged, he climbed on me and pushed his cock into my cunt as he mumbled and cursed.