The Deviant: 7> Anal house party
written by:
Chris-t6290

As you'll hopefully recall from my previous account of deviancy, I had decided to join an on-line dating service for sex, wherein, I warmly responded to the suggestions of two of the many men who contacted me. The first offer I accepted was from Steve, who, along with three of his friends, fucked me in the dense overgrowth of a local park while Chris, a young female, filmed us and even joined in. At the end of it, the men leaving us two to make out, I suggested she shave her pussy around the lips, which she invited me to do for her. The other respondent, Mark, invited me to a special party, and from the title of this part, you know what was special about it. Full on anal sex, meaning, of course, that our pussies would be deprived of cock, and which, in view of my deviancy, didn't appear to worry me.

Arranging with Chris to call around before we went to Mark's place - she leaving her camera behind this time - she told me to dress somewhat formerly.

Having had a shower, my body no doubt being covered in cum and sweat before I returned home, I sprayed some pleasant scent on the essential parts of my body before putting on a maroon dress with thin shoulder straps and nothing else except light make up and a pair of black strappy shoes; red being too obvious an indication that I wasn't, otherwise, wearing any panties.

I'd bought a brand new woman's razor with which to shave Chris's pussy, and I put that in a bag along with some shaving cream and moisturiser; deciding to leave her the razor should she wish to continue in the future.

As I collected up my things, I felt my body tingle at the thought of shaving another woman's, Chris's, cunt! Which, along with spunk! I found to be quite arousing despite society's negative attitude, even in the 21st century. My own was quite smooth, as usual, something I'd gotten used to, along with the many changes to my sex life, since...! Shortly thereafter, and having climbed into my cherry-red Merc, I couldn't help but give it a contented stroke, before summoning up the concentration to pull away and head over to Chris's address.

Arriving slightly early, I caught her at the end of having a leisurely bath. Opening the door to her flat, Chris greeted me with a towel wrapped around her hair and wearing a white towelling robe - the water dripping down her legs.

"Come in, I'm just finishing," she said, ushering me inside her apartment before returning to the bathroom from where she called: "I wasn't expecting you for another 10 minutes, Shyla. Oh, there you are," Chris exclaimed, having pulled the plug out, and I now followed her.

"You're kinda wet, babe," I said. "Where's the bedroom?" I enquired. And having pointed it out, I adjourned there and waited for Chris to finish.

"I take it you've got a thong to wear," she posed, I now having removed my dress so that it didn't get wet or smudged from me shaving her.

"No, why ever would I?" I rejoined, considering things.

"You can have one of mine to wear; I believe I've got a dark red one somewhere," Chris informed me, before towelling her hair dry.

"Would you like me to do that for you?" I proffered.

"The fact that you're shaving my pussy..."

"Cunt!" I interjected.

"...My cunt is horny enough, thank you," she all but insisted. ‘Me too,' I realised, as I then left Chris to dry her hair while I fetched a bowl of cold water from the kitchen.

Upon my return, Chris was led naked on a fresh towel; an enticing scene, and one which I, also being naked and without my shoes, had to summon up control for the duration of what followed, namely me shaving her sweet tasting cunt.

"Sscisors!" I stammered, as I once more stared down at her beauty; Chris's tits, more fuller and rounder than mine, I realised, in retrospect of the previous Saturday's rush when I barely got a look at them.

"In there," she said, indicating the draw of her bedside cabinet where I noticed, as expected, her array of pleasure toys.

"I'd have thought, like me, you'd have given these up; what with your close association with Steve and his friends," I remarked, moving a black and pink one back in order to get to what I needed.

"The water's cold, I should warn you; however, it's necessary, Chris," I told her with a smile, as I unzipped the toiletry bag I'd brought with me.

Taking out the razor, I used the scissors to cut enough of the plastic it was sealed in, and removed both it and the tray of blades before clicking one of them onto the razor itself. ‘You can keep this for your own grooming', I informed her, and then set it down on the cabinet along with the other items that I had need of.

"Try not to think of what I'm about to do as arousing, otherwise...!" I said, indicating I may inadvertently nick her. ‘Good,' I thought, Chris remaining unmoved as I took up the right side of her mound to trim.

"Because you're dark, I'm going to leave a small fuzz just above your clitoris, Chris," I informed her. "It'll look quite sexy," I regaled, before repositioning myself in order to trim the left side.

"There, that's the first bit done," I exclaimed afterwards, staring down, not just at my accomplishment, but at the moisture that was leaking from Chris's now more visible slit.

Choosing not to say anything in case it set her off, I hoped the cold water would stem her ardour as I maintained control of mine.

"Ready?" I said, as I, having moved it closer, dipped my fingers into the bowl and then smeared it over her humid mound, the feel of the coldness causing Chris to sharply intake breath for a split second.

Taking up the foam, next, I squirted a small amount on my fingers, which I then lathered over her remaining stubble of pubes, their coarseness causing a prickling sensation, one which I felt resonate through my body. ‘Get a grip,' I marked myself, since I had yet to actually shave her.

"Okay, Chris, I need you to remain quite still for me," I told her, before moving my head and the razor closer.

Breathing through my nose, I couldn't help but notice her feminine musk as I once more slid the fingers of my left hand inside her; biting on my lip, so as to force myself to concentrate on the matter at hand and not where my hand was - Chris's sweet tasting cunt! Nevertheless, I lightly drew the blade of the razor up the right side of her pussy mound, removing most of the stubble from it before rinsing it off in the water and taking the fine remainder.

‘There, nice and smooth,' I regaled, before repeating the process on the left side; my accomplishment outweighing my otherwise horniness. Once I had finished, returning the bowl and razor to the cabinet afterwards, I then went to pick up the moisturizer in order to apply some to Chris's puffy mound.

"Uh-uh, Shyla, use your tongue" she said, her hand moving to my head in order to direct me lower.

"What? We haven't got time," I said, as I tamely resisted.

"We can be a bit late, Shyla, and after all, it's not like I'm expecting you to fuck me like a man," she emphasised resoundly.

"Now! Lick my cunt, bitch!" she insisted. "You can do my ass later, when you get yours," she almost hissed; at which, I flattened out my tongue, and drew it up, down and around her ever sweet tasting mound - her cunt - as it leaked its arousal fluids.

"Yes, more, lick it, suck it then put it inside me, Shyla, make me cum, slut," she cried out, both hands now directing me to do so.

Using mine, I drew back her now naked fuck flesh; her labia. Not being given the opportunity to suck them, I instead thrust my tongue into the warm moist pool of Chris's sex; and to think, only a week ago, I was doing the same while two men fucked my ass, and she filmed it all.

"Yes, that's it, slut, take it, take it," Chris cried out, her hands forcing me down as she in turn bucked her hips up and down, the lips of her pubic mound mashing against those of my mouth until she soon came. Shortly thereafter, her body slowly rested back on the bed, her hands releasing their fervent grip on my head as she slipped into afterglow.

"Thank you," Chris extolled, moments after which, she lifted my head up by the underside of my chin, which, along with my mouth, was covered with a sheen of her sweet cum, which I then licked off.

"A toy will only do so much," she said, raising both herself and me up so that our lips were all but a few inches apart. Then, extending her tongue, she licked the remainder from me, and delivered a quick, passionate kiss to my lips before telling me to get dressed.

"Why the need for a thong?" I ventured, Chris having given me a dark red one to slip on.

"Here, my contribution to the proceedings," Chris exclaimed, as she handed me a small metallic toy. "They'll prevent it from falling out, and your cunt being otherwise neglected, babe," she added, before stepping into a black g-string and putting a similar toy inside her luscious pussy.

"What do you think?" she said, having slipped into a black dress with a long slit up the right side; the back of which, was open down to the small of Chris's back, with cross over straps at the front that just about covered her areola. Fuck! Did I feel overdressed by comparison?

"Ready to get hammered?" she smiled, before leading me back to the front door and turning off the odd light as she did.

"Thank you for the lift by the way, also," she cooed, in gratitude, yet again, for earlier.

"Nice wheels, it must have cost you a lot," she exclaimed.

"I came into a large sum of money and decided to treat myself," I told her, leaving out the tragic circumstances, which I'd tried so to forget.

Having done up my safety belt, and if only as a reminder, I then instructed Chris to do the same.

"What, and miss out on returning the pleasure you gave me. Nu-uh, babe. Start the car and take it reasonably slow, that way you can stop if it gets all too much; besides which, it's fairly dark," she insisted.

Putting the automatic clutch into drive, I then lightly pressed the accelerator and we were soon heading along at a steady 30 mph.

"What you were...the things you were saying last week, was that acting, or do you like to talk dirty?" Chris enquired, her upper body turned towards my right side while her right hand rested on my naked right thigh.

"It was a bit of both, actually, Chris, but, yes, I like to talk dirty; slutty even," I informed her, as I concentrated my attention on getting to Mark's place.

"Can't this wait until later, Chris?" I exclaimed, her hand now moving higher and along the inside of my thigh.

"So far you've pleasured me, why be such a spoil sport, or maybe; maybe you don't like the attention of a woman, is that it?" she intimated.

"You can give me all the attention you want, Chris, just not while I'm driving, alright," I insisted, adamantly.

"You're a hard fucking case," Chris snapped back, before removing her hand and going to put her seat belt on.

"It's okay, were almost there," I informed her, and a minute later I slowed down outside the address that Mark had given me.

"I take it you've been here before, Chris," I said, she not reacting to its magnitude as I turned the Merc down the drive; soon parking it near the dozen or so other luxury cars, including a red Ferrari.

"That's Mark's pride and joy," Chris exclaimed, "and were no longer moving," she added, before going to move on me, overlooking the fact that she'd since done up her seat belt.

"Later, hon; I'll even lay on a table so you can lick the cum from my ass, you rather enjoyed that last week, as I recall," I said, before kissing her lips and exiting the car; followed, almost grumpily by Chris. ‘Why the sudden interest in pleasuring me,' I wondered, not that I was ungrateful, of course; far from it.

Dispensing with holding hands, as we weren't that close and besides which, I wasn't looking for a relationship from any of them, Chris lead me to the main door, which was four feet back from an elegant portico. ‘A Ferrari, and a mansion,' I muttered inside, ‘what does Mark do to afford all this?' I wondered, as we waited for someone to answer the bell and let us in.

A young man, elegantly dressed in an evening suit with a white shirt and a bow tie, as were all the men I presently noticed, soon opened the door. "Hi Chris, and you must be Shyla," he enthralled, as he welcomed us; after which, he introduced himself to me as our host, Mark.

"Sorry if we're a bit late, but, it was worth it," I said, nudging Chris beside me.

"Shyla trimmed and shaved me down there before we came out," she said, almost blushing.

"Oh, well done. We've been encouraging her to do so for quite some while, now," Mark informed me, as he lead us down the spacious hallway to where most of the others were; and still fully clothed.

With Chris soon leaving us to mingle, Mark then gave me a quick tour of the downstairs rooms where things would be happening, informing me that the upstairs bedrooms were locked and off limits, as were the remaining rooms except for the downstairs and upstairs water closets. As he took me around, I counted some six other women and about 15 men, suggesting there were two of them for each female, no doubt, so they wouldn't be neglected while the first one recuperated his ardour.

"In here," Mark whispered, directing me through a door he'd just opened. Was I about to get my first fuck of the night and from the host of all people?

"That was quite an excellent performance you put on last week," he said, before activating a TV and DVD playback of it.

"And what, you'd like to try a re run while we watch it," I said, moving towards Mark in readiness to feel for his hard-on.

"You're game!" exclaimed Mark. "There'll be plenty of time for that presently, Shyla. What I've got in mind for later, if you feel okay with it is...!" at which he paused.

"Go on, there's little that will shock me," I informed him.

"Okay, then, well, as I'm sure you're aware, each of the women here, this evening," he began to say, propping himself against a writing table, "very much enjoy being fucked in the ass by two cocks."

"And, what?" I iterated. "You're not suggesting that I try three," I exclaimed, although the thought of doing so fuelled my deviant nature.

"Not quite," Mark rejoined, before he turned his upper body around and took up an object from the desk; the room being lit by just a fire and a low light. "I was thinking of this," he said, having produced a narrow rubber cock, which he then handed to me to see.

"It's certainly pliable," I said, before handing it back to him. "Later, then, In the meantime, I'm dying to get fucked; mouth or ass, right!" I intimated wantonly, before leaving our host with my filmed performance. ‘Boy, was he a puzzle,' I tried reasoning to myself, as I went in search of some action.

Heading back along the dimly lit corridor, in my eagerness, I almost tripped over one fully clothed trio. The female, wearing a medium length fitted dress, was knelt on all fours, her mouth hungrily fellating the black guy in front of her while another one, firmly gripping her hips behind her, laid it to the woman's rounded ass, causing her to expel a pleasured shriek with each inward thrust, one that almost propelled her down the length of the one before her.

"Sorry, excuse me," I uttered apologetically, as I stepped around them, unable to resist looking back at them for a brief moment before going to find Chris.

"Ah, there you are," Steve said, having noticed me; after which, he introduced me to Mike, one of his other two friends from the previous Saturday. (Obviously, dear reader, it would take up quite some unnecessary space, for me to go into full descriptions of Mark's guests.)

What with this being my first time at such a party, I followed their lead and soon found myself in one of the rooms. There, Chris was spread out on a pool table and being ass fucked by John's thick cock, while three others waited on line. As we stood and watched, I noticed her hand reach down and touch the toy she'd secreted in her g-string. Almost intuitively, I found myself doing the same as my hunger for a cock to defile me took over.

"Take me somewhere and screw me, Steve," I whispered lustfully in his ear, and right next to his friend. "You too, Mike," I said, wanting them both to nail me as I felt the low tremors from the toy.

"What about the leather sofa over there?" Steve suggested, indicating it with his finger, just as another group got up and left.

"Okay, then," I rejoined excitedly, and followed between them.

"How's your ass after last week?" he enquired.

"Emn, it's not soar, but it is in need of cock," I told him, as he sat down, his trouser fly still done up.

"I take it you'd like me to undo this for you," I proffered, before leaning forward to attend to Steve's fly, unintentionally, as I did so, directing my ass towards Mike behind me, who waited on my instruction.

"I presume we otherwise keep our clothes on," I said, as I went to lower my mouth towards the spongy head of Steve's long cock.

"Yes, and one more thing," he said, "we fuck you how we want to, and I want your ass on my cock, with you facing me," Steve said, intimating that Mike would soon be joining him.

"What about lubrication," I ventured. "Especially if you're both going to fuck me," I said, swinging my left leg over him, before drawing up the skirt of my dress.

Taking a bottle from his jacket, Steve then handed it to me, suggesting that, in part, the women did most of the work.

"I suppose you'd like me to put your cock inside me," I said, as I directed the glans of Steve's lightly oiled shaft to my anal opening. There, and after a bit of fumbling, I had the engorged head of his cock inside my anal ring.

"Emn, this brings back thoughts of last weekend," I extolled, as I, having placed my hands on his shoulders, slowly rode up and down his long cock.

"Why don't you oil yourself up and join us, Mike," I proffered, forgetting my role. Then, having unzipped his trousers and applied the lubricant, I momentarily gazed over to the pool table.

Chris was now positioned with her round ass overhanging the same end, her dress drawn across her abdomen to expose her near naked pussy while her legs were pushed back further by the forth one now pounding her asshole. Just then, I fleetingly noticed another man get up onto the table and immediately, squatting over her, feed his meat stick into Chris's mouth and no doubt throat; there being so much of it.

"You like," exclaimed Steve, the image of Chris being nailed, bringing back thoughts of what I must have looked like in the biker bar of a few weeks back.

"Hold me open, Steve, I can't do that and feed Mike's cock into my ass as well," I appealed to him, having returned my attention to my own pleasurement.

"Here, let me," a woman's voice offered from above us.

Still holding Mike's oily shaft, which he motioned back and forth in my lose grip, I then felt a woman's long fingernails brush against my curple before drawing my buttocks apart.

"Try that," she said, although I was moments ahead of her as I directed the oily crown of Mike's erection to my eager asshole; whereupon, and again, after some slippery fumbling, it slipped inside.

"Thank you," I rejoined, as she removed her hands.

"I find the reverse position a lot easier to handle," the blonde haired woman informed me, as she, having turned around, lowered herself onto the black cock below her, the fingers of her left hand holding that ass cheek open while she directed his long black sceptre towards her anus.

"Don't you just love the feel of a cock in your ass, especially a big black one such as these," she cooed, stroking the one in front of her while she slowly motioned her white ass up and down the other. I dare say from her reference to their colour, that she found the additional taboo of their being black a highly erotic stimulus.

"Yes, that's it, come on, fuck my ass with your black nigger cock," the woman murmured encouragingly, fucking herself up and down him before presently directing the other one lower.

Leaving them to it, I concentrated on my own pleasure as I rode Steve and Mike to my successive climax; one hand on his shoulder for leverage while the other activated the toy in my cunt.

"Fuck, yes, more," I cried out, as I felt the tremors radiate from deep inside my vulva; the toy adding to the pleasure I was getting from the cocks now reaming my asshole.

"Care to swap over?" the woman presently suggested, hopefully just meaning Mike, who I then withdrew from my anus in agreement.

"Come here and let me put your big black cock in my ass," I lustfully exclaimed, as it hovered beside me.

"You're expected to clean it first, dear," the woman averred, before taking Mike's greasy dick into her mouth and sliding her lips forward and back of his firm erection. "Emn, you taste quite nice," she said, no doubt referring to me, as I did likewise to the one who'd just been inside her.

"Emngh, emngh," I voraciously murmured, as he somewhat fucked my mouth, all the while managing to ride Steve to yet another climax as he maintained control of his.

Shortly afterwards and having considered the woman's suggestion, when I presently released his black cock, I withdrew myself from Steve and turned around.

Moments later, and with my bare feet planted either side of Steve's thighs, I once again fucked my ass on his long cock while an equally big black one fucked itself into me; it's owner emitting a low grunt as he thrust himself forwards.

"That's it, big boy," the woman exclaimed, addressing Mike, "fuck my ass, harder, come on, really give it to me, ram it all the way up there," she continued, dripping some more oil on them in order to counter the friction as he did so.

"Oh fuck, yes, like that, make me cum, make me fucking CUM!" the woman emboldened, as she soon vigorously fucked herself on them, her hands, outstretched behind her, braced against the sofa's backrest.

After I had again climaxed, Mike, along with the one in front of me, withdrew themselves from our firmly fucked rectums before helping us up; there being two other women stood waiting patiently to take our place, but only after they had cleaned the men's cocks first.

Deciding that, now would be as good a time as any to go over to Chris, I thanked the woman before I did. As I approached the table, I noticed it was in good use: in addition to Chris being sandwiched fucked by two men, both in her shapely ass, which bobbed up and down in the air, several women were either lent over or against it while men took it in turns to thrust their oily hard pricks into the invitingly open backsides; the women needing little encouragement to utter erotic obscenities.

"You about ready to lick my cunt and ass?" I said, leaning my elbows on the table.

Just then, and without warning; no doubt seeing my posture as an invitation, hands from either side, pushed me down and quickly had my dress pulled up, followed, instantly, by a cock being shoved in my back passage as I became the next woman to be ass banged, and by 6 different cocks; every so often one of them, having just fucked my or another woman's ass, would give me his cock to languidly suck.

"You should try this, Shyla," Chris suggested, as the sixth one let me have it; each one having the forethought to lubricate themselves beforehand.

"In a minute," I croaked, my nimble fingers now working their magic on my horny clit as I motioned the owner of the long thick black cock inside me to be more forceful; both with my hand on his flank and my obscene outbursts to ‘ram his cock up my ass.'

Having soon cum, both from the ass fucking I had been receiving and the toy in my pussy and my fingers stroking my clit, my body relaxed and he took that as a cue to leave me.

"Here you are," exclaimed Mark, from behind me, his warm thick erection pulsating against my exposed thigh as he pressed himself to me and draped the rubber cock over my right shoulder.

"Emn, you're both hard and persistent. Just the way I like it. Why don't you give me both and I'll see," I intimated, before turning around to face him.

Having done so and not expecting any help, I drew the skirt of my dress up around my waist in preparation to hoist myself onto the table.

"Why don't we have that off, that way I can admire your spectacular breasts while I fuck your shapely ass," he all but insisted.

Seeing as Mark was the host, I quickly removed the item and draped it on the floor, followed moments later by the thong Chris had given me, also at his instruction.

No sooner was I up on the pool table, than Mark grasped my thighs and drew me forwards, so that my waist was resting on the cushion. So far, he, unlike the others, was doing all the work, and moments after releasing my legs I felt the oil slick head of his fat cock press against my opening. Being lead back, it felt thicker than I had imagined, suggesting he was gripping the base in order to expand it, some.

"Fuck, you're big," I remarked, as it slowly slid in, leaving me wondering just how he expected to get the second one inside me, also, as he commenced a slow back and forth motion, one which I made easier by drawing my legs back and out.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass," I presently cried out, now with Mark craned over me, his head inches above mine, both of us gazing intently and intensely into each other's eyes.

"Yes, like that, harder, ream my ass, fucking obliterate it," I cried out, my legs close around Mark's waist and pulling him into me as the realisation of a powerful orgasm took over.

"Put, put it in me, Mark, I want it in me before I cum," I appealed, releasing my grip as I did.

Taking up the rubber dildo, he graciously drizzled some oil on it before drawing himself back and doing the same to his wonderful cock; ‘not bad for a white man,' I thought. Just then, John, his equally thick cock glistening from having just fucked someone, following on from Chris when I first came in, appeared and stood beside us, no doubt wanting to be the next one up me.

"How is she?" he said, as Mark eased the toy inside my asshole and above that of his own.

In all, the toy appeared strangely thicker than I imagined, even than what I had earlier felt, I noticed, as Mark began fucking me with his cock and the dildo. Almost instantly, his action propelled me forwards, in difference to that of a short while ago. ‘Maybe he wasn't as virile as Steve and his mates,' I surmised, as he continued to ram his cock and the toy straight up my ass and back.

"Let me have a go with the whore," John muttered, his term for me going unnoticed considering the previous weekend.

"Okay," rejoined Mark agreeably, and having taken himself and the dildo from me, both John and he got onto the table, which had since been vacated.

Helping me up, I noticed that some, then indeed all of the others were stood around watching us as John laid down on the blue baize. Crouching over him, the bottle of oil in readiness to lube his cock, I noticed the covering was moist in places from Chris having cum. At that precise moment, I thought nothing of Mark's presence; the dildo, shiny from having been in my ass, some two feet away from us. I didn't even feel alarmed when he took the bottle from me, thereby allowing me to guide the head of John's fat prick towards my anal opening and slowly sink part way down it's length before pulling back up and doing it again.

"Hermng," I murmured, as I felt tiny ripples along my rectum as I fucked myself, vertically, up and down John's cock, the slow smoothness of it adding a pleasurable sensation, one that echoed throughout my body.

"Hold yourself open, slut!" Mark appeared to insist.

"The toy's over there," I said, as I went to reach for it.

Just then, John gripped my waist thereby stopping me, and as he did, Mark said: "We'll get to that in a minute."

It now dawned on me, that, not only were they both going to fuck their thick cocks up my otherwise tight asshole, they intended to use the toy as well.

"What's going on, Mark?" I said, my senses somewhat torn between concern, and that of extending my deviancy, the later of which helped encourage my choice of Mark and the others, in preference to those I rejected.

"You should have taken up my pseudo offer, you know, last week, staring in a porno gangbang," he smirked, as he lowered himself behind me.

"You mean, that was you?" I asked, only for a light to, noticeably, go on, suggesting that someone was about to film this.

"Don't hurt me, Mark, be rough if you like, but don't..." I almost whimpered, as I obediently moved my hands behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart; wide apart, God knows I needed to.

"What with all the cock you've had up your whore ass, and much more to come, you're going to enjoy it," Mark said, moments before I felt the head of his thick dick slip inside my otherwise tight asshole.

One at a time they were big, but together; it was as if someone had stuffed a baseball bat up me. Thankfully, the oil, which Mark occasionally trickled, made it bearable, although I had yet to experience the toy I'd agreed on.

"God, that's fucking big, you're so fucking big," I cried out, my hands now braced either side of John's shoulder, as I half consciously motioned myself back on them; it!

"There you go, slut, not so bad after all," Chris, the one again filming my debauched performance, exclaimed mordantly. ‘So much for her false friendship,' I thought, just before one of the female onlookers handed Mark the toy, my eyes following it as far as my gripped upper body allowed.

Again, and realising just how full my ass already was, I appealed for them not to hurt me, my mind unconcerned of Mark's recent words: ‘and much more to come,' in reference to cock.

"Christ! Take it easy, it's not a fucking race," I told him.

"Oh, contraire, whore," he sardonically rebuked. "After this, everyone's going to fuck your ass, and cum over that pretty face of yours." Mark's obscene suggestions, along with the visualisation now playing in my head, encouraging me to fuck myself back on the three objects, two cocks and a toy, somewhat buried in my rectum.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, more, tell me more as you ream my ass," I encouraged him.

"Seems like the slut's getting off on your suggestion, Mark. You do know he means it?" John said.

"Yes, let me be used by all the men. I want to feel all their cocks inside me; I want to be covered, sprayed with their hot sticky spunk," I rejoined, as another climax tore through my wracked body.

"It's not just the men who are going to make use of your mouth and ass, slut," Chris chortled, from low behind me, no doubt getting a close up of my extreme depravity.

At some point later on, as the last of them covered my face, I came to the conclusion that, having been treated like a whore, maybe taking up Nigel's offer to be one wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Soon removing the toy, and then himself, Mark pulled me up by my bunched up hair. Not getting me to suck his cock just yet, he did, however, parade me around the table. From there, I noticed that all of the women were now fully naked like me, and that several of them, not Chris; not yet, anyway, were wearing a harness around their waste with a thick black dildo attached; the suggestion being that, inbetween them also having sodomized my ass, they would give it to one of the other three.

As my senses drank in what awaited me, I couldn't help but notice my body tremble; ‘did I really have a deep down yearning to do this,' I wondered, as Mark went to motion me down.

"Hold up a sec," Chris said, "there's something I want." And with that, she arrogantly, for my liking, pushed her hand inside my aching cunt and withdrew the toy. ‘Bitch!' I mouthed at her, only for Chris to grab my head, pull me towards her and kiss me dispassionately.

"Now, suck their cocks, slut, maybe even at the same time," she insisted; whereupon, Mark, still with a hold of my hair, directed me to kneel down.

From there he managed, still holding me, to get into a scissors position, before drawing me towards them. Having grasped their sticky cocks with both hands, I first licked around each spongy head. Then, as I encompassed them, I felt someone get behind me, and manly hands; Mark's from their position, pull my ass cheeks apart.

"I think we can dispense with the oil, now," exclaimed the woman who had earlier joined me on the sofa, before sliding the hard rubber cock up me.

"How does that feel, slut? I want to know that you're enjoying this," she said, gripping my waist and spearing it into me.

Taking myself from John and Mark, I proclaimed: "It's lovely, your cocks so fucking lovely. Fuck my ass with it, ream me," I told her, as, for possibly the first time, I realised that I would have to otherwise climax from just having my ass roughly fucked, and by six or seven women as well.

No sooner had she finished with me, than I was hustled down from the table. Having done so, Mark instructed me to bend over it with my feet wide apart and my ass cheeks pulled asunder. Remaining on the pool table, the woman positioned herself in front of me. Then, after grabbing my hair with one hand, she fucked my mouth while I was made to suck the rubber cock and she occasionally slapped my breasts.

Meanwhile, at the other, business, end, my ass was once more forcefully fucked, although this time by a warm hard cock. Every so often it's owner would propel me onto the woman in my mouth, who soon came all over my lips and chin.

From there on, I was double fucked by them - ass and mouth; the one who'd just been in my butt then taking additional pleasure in having me suck my ass juice from them. Not content with that, Mark had the one I was fellating take his cock from me; whereupon, I would, as instructed, utter obscene words of encouragement.

When it came to the last six to fuck me, all men, I was made to get over Chris - Steve once more doing the filming. After that, the six of them took it in turns to ream my ass, which Chris forcibly held open while I jerked on all the cocks above me; each of them soon creaming my face with their hot cum, of which some dripped onto Chris.

Understandably, I kept my eyes closed as I cried out for them to: ‘fuck my ass'; ‘use me like a whore'; and ‘cover me with your hot spunk'; then, and still with my eyes closed, once the last one had cum over me to wild applause and cheers from the others, I was handed something to wipe my face clean. As I did, my body felt almost drained, while my mind juggled with the notion that this had been some perverse initiation.

With my face clean, I opened my eyes and discovered I had my dress in my hands. ‘The fuckers,' I immediately thought; whereupon, they all started laughing in ridicule.

"Come on, come here," Mark said, as he led me away to collect my handbag. No sooner had I done so than he physically escorted me out of the door, still naked and carrying my dress, and left me there.

What with it being dark, I decided against putting my cum soaked dress back on; the thong I'd worn belonging to that evil two-faced ‘cunt', Chris. Presently inside the solitude of my Merc, I tossed the dress onto the back seat and put the car's heater on before pulling away and driving off.

Quite understandably, I was livid at being used by them, which is how I saw it, and within moments, I was soon vamping; going at high speed without realising it, only for an oncoming car to alert me with its headlights.

‘Shit!'

‘Shit, shit, shit!'

‘What the fuck's gotten into me?' I reproached myself, as I hit the brake pedal.

After some brief moments, I caught sight of my reflection in the rear view mirror. "Look at you," I exclaimed. "You're a whore, Shyla, a filthy degrading whore, and you don't even get paid for it," I cursed, my right hand dropping down from the steering wheel as I eased my legs apart and sought relief; I had, after all, just been ass reamed by 16 men and 7 women, my cunt being neglected throughout. ‘Time to put that right,' I now thought, encouraged by the heat in the car, which was acting on the stale odour of semen on my dress.

Taking a leisurely drive to somewhere remote, I parked the Merc, set back the passenger seat beside me and then eased myself onto it; thankfully the windows were part steamed up, and no doubt about to get even more so, what with my being a warm body person.

Laying back, I then spread my legs, my right hand feeling for my nagging, neglected clit, while the other sought my distended left nipple. To get myself in the mood for my much needed self-gratification, I recalled some of the more pleasurable moments from the past weeks. Mark & Rufus, the two black men who debauched me on someone's grave; Veronica and her three escorts with whom I played out a scene from the film ‘Showgirls'. ‘Emnn, yes, fuck me,' my mind encouraged, my fingers now stroking my hardened clit and twisting my distended nipple.

Just then, when I was about to realise my release, someone knocking on the window beside me brought me back to reality. ‘Now what?' I thought.

To find out who it was, and what happened thereafter, read the concluding 8th part.