When Kathy left for the Davis Strait, Kay spent about one week
in their house before she decided to sell it. The nest was cold
and empty it had served its purpose. As she went through all their
possessions she found very few that mattered,
worn-out furniture, cracked dishes, a worn-out lawnmower,
a bunch of old clothes she did not like.
After selling the house Kay moved into a small efficiency apartment.
She kept her old used car, spending her money on things that brought her
happiness.
Kay began buying clothes at Kathy’s designer boutique.
She would eat lunch at least once a week, in the garden restaurant.
Kay felt good, she looked good, men began looking at her again, she
enjoyed the feeling.
One day on impulse, Kay went through the side door into the piano bar.
The Bartender smiled at her with genuine welcome motioning her to
Kathy’s table.
He brought her a glass of soda water.
“My usual?” she asked.
“Yes”
“So I just sit here, and some handsome gentleman comes over and joins me?”
“As soon as I send one over, Yes.”
“You are my pimp?”
A slight pause.
“Yes”
Kay thought about this for a moment,
“OK” she said nodding her head.
Kay sat there, with a pink flush, lubricating, amazed at the impossible
thing she had just agreed to.
My eighteen year old daughter had a pimp. She thought.
A few minutes later a kindly looking gentleman, sat at Kay’s table,
he smiled at her, embarrassed, unsure of what to say.
He was obviously a family man, unsure of himself.
He believed Kay was a prostitute.
With courage she did not know she possessed, Kay
decided to go along with the man’s fantasy.
Most women wonder, at least once in their life, what it would feel like
to do this.
“Do want small talk, or a walk up to your room?”
The man smiled hugely. He stood offering Kay his arm.
She put her hand inside his forearm, they strolled through
the piano bar, smiling nodding at the Bartender and House Dick.
They walked slowly through the lobby smiling, nodding to the concierge.
Kay savored the shocked look on his face.
They made love for several hours in his room, they never
said a word to each other. They never exchanged names.
The man gave her $100 bill.
“Tell your wife you love her.” She whispered, bending over kissing him
goodbye.
The next evening, Kay returned to the piano bar, the Bartender
set a glass of soda water down, along with a reserved sign for her.
Smiling, walking away without saying a word.
House Dick came over stilling at her table, smiling at her knowingly.
“You are one of my regulars?” she asked.
“Yes, every Thursday, at this time.”
“The fellow last night offered me his arm, leading me to his room.”
House Dick stood, holding out his arm for her.
They went through the double doors, into the main lobby but turned left
immediately, going down a red carpeted circular marble stairway with
brass banister.
House Dick turned out to be a man of passion, having
great personal energy he was able to focus on the lovemaking,
bringing Kay to a shuddering climax, she did not know she was capable of.
Sex in ladies clubs is not like this. No wonder church ladies hate
prostitutes,
they are jealous. She thought.
Kay was lying on her back propped up on pillows enjoying
her new found life as a sexy woman. The slow movement
of the door leading to the adjoining hotel room caught her eye,
as it swung open very slowly.
House Dick reached over taking her hand, reassuring her,
as four men walk slowly into their room
The men lined up at the foot of the bed, smiling at her expectantly.
“You did this every Thursday with my teenage daughter?”
“Yes”
“Surely not all of you at once?!”
As an answer to her question the men began undressing,
as House Dick pulled the covers off, leaving her
naked exposed, her vagina leaking semen onto the sheets.
A small part of her mind, was honest enough to admit she was competing
with her daughter.
Kay began quivering, filled with lust, terror, amazed at what she was doing.
She was not a slut, she had never done such a thing before, never
dreamed of doing such a thing.
She was not capable of doing such a thing.
She was lying there, not protesting, as her daughter’s lovers got naked
preparing to gang fuck her.
She knew she should scream and kick, leap from the bed, run naked from
the room, clutching a sheet.
Her father had been a Methodist minister, he had not raised his daughter
to lay there, allowing a room full of men to take turns fucking her.
There was absolutely no doubt what was about to happen to her.
Her thighs were clamped together, her conscious mind unable to deal with
the reality of the situation.
She lay there trembling, leaking semen onto the bed sheets.
House Dick rolled over taking her in his arms.
He began kissing her with great passion.
She climaxed as he did so, squeezing more of his semen onto the sheet.
Kay put her arms around House Dick, kissing him passionately, her mind
avoiding what was happening at the foot of the bed.
House Dick felt her quiver as one of his men grasped her right ankle.
She twitched as a second man grasp her left ankle.
She inhaled abruptly as they pulled her legs wide apart, she felt cold
air on her damp vagina.
The men held her like that, staring at her freshly fucked cunt, watching
her blushed scarlet with humiliation.
She was cold, afraid, trembling. Her quivering was mashing semen out of
her, to the delight of her audience.
House Dick was staring deeply into her eyes, as she looked back,
horrified, realizing what was happening to her.
She shuddered, a look of shocked disbelief, as the first man penetrated
her, his balls slapping against her cunt lips.
There was no foreplay, her vagina was ready even if she was not.
He continued kissing her, staring into her unbelieving eyes as his men
took her one after the other.
It was gang rape, pure and simple, every woman has this fantasy, buried
in there somewhere.
As men finished with her, they would dress leaving the room.
Other men would arrive replacing them, there were always
at least two men holding her legs wide apart, watching a good buddy fuck
her.
Watching, as one by one they filled her vagina in with their spunk.
I am fucking the men who fucked my daughter! she realized, in horrified
amazement.
Always before she made men stop as she became super sensitive with orgasm.
These men did not stop, they laughed at her, fucking her, as she
struggled, trying desperately to close her legs,
trying to protect her hypersensitive vagina, as it spammed in orgasm.
She bucked like a bronco, as they held her.
They fucked her continuously for over two hours, as she struggled,
trying to close her legs, quivering in continuous orgasm.
When they last man finished, House Dick plunged back in.
Kay moaned rocking her hips matching him thrust for thrust.
He bent to kiss her.
“I am a total slut.” she whispered.
“It runs in the family.” he said as his mouth covered hers.
She arched her back moaning, climaxing, her pussy muscles mashing semen
out of his dick.
Kay was filled with wonder, her sweet shy daughter
had done this regularly.
She would fuck a room full of men, then come home
leaking semen into her panties, and begin doing her homework!
Kay had no sex life, her sweet underage daughter,
had the sex life of ten women.
I can not ask them if my daughter is a better fuck because I fear they
will say yes.
“How many?” She asked instead, horrified to realize her mouth had asked
the question.
“Well, there are eight men in the guard force, but they seem to
like you real well, so I think it was about fourteen.”
“No sixteen” he said remembering his own contributions.
Kathy was silent as she pondered this, she had had two lovers
before her husband, and the guy last night made four.
In an entire lifetime she had had four lovers, in the last two hours
she had done over a dozen.
“What’s this?”
“Well you hold the bath towel between your legs so you don’t
ruin the carpet.”
There was a water glass and the small bottle of Bailey’s,
on the side table, obviously, was part of the Thursday ritual.
“My daughter would drink a glass of this, after having sex with a dozen
guys?”
House Dick hesitated a fraction of a second before answering.
“Yes.”
The small bottle of Irish cream was only about one quarter of the water
glass.
Kay, tossed it off in one go, like a shot of whiskey.
House Dick was watching her intently, giving her
the strangest smile as she did this.
“So who changes the sheets after your little orgy?”
It was a casual question, that was to change the course of her life.
“The director of housekeeping is a nice lady, she covers for us.”
“And what do you do for her?”
House Dick looked surprised, and slightly embarrassed.
“Typical bunch of men, a nice lady covers for you, and you
take her for granted.”
“I wouldn’t know what to buy her that is appropriate.”
“Well I do, between now and next Thursday find out
her measurements”
“Measurements?”
“Yes women have measurements, breast cup size, dress size,
your task is to bring me all these numbers by next Thursday.”
“You plan to join us again next Thursday?”
“I am considering it.”
Kay had never let a man watch her urinate before,
she raised her eyes catching House Dick staring at her vagina,
which was blowing bubbles, as copious amounts
of semen was draining out, mixing with the yellow
stream of her urine.
He blushed slightly but did not look away.
She smiled at him, no sense acting like a Victorian lady,
after he watched her fuck a dozen men.
She spread her knees wider joining his gaze, looking at her
obscenely abused womanhood, as her pussy muscles
forced semen out of her in a small stream.
She raised her eyes savoring his expression.
“One for the road?” She asked, standing abruptly.
He penetrated her as she was squatting above the toilet.
She continued leaking semen into the toilet
as he began fucking her vigorously.
Seventeen Kay thought, arching her back thrusting against him.
Like most women Kay did not count medical necessities.
Kay got a note from one of the doctor she got along well with,
written on regular prescription notepaper.
Due to medical reasons, Kay could no longer work, evenings.
She became a regular at the piano bar.
Using the measurements supplied to her, Kay bought
an elegant blouse at Kathy’s boutique.
Two days later Kay recognized the blouse, it was being worn
by a tall incredibly beautiful black lady.
The woman made a beeline for Kay’s table sitting down.
“You look like her twin sister.” She said
“You are not the first to make that observation.”
“Do you have a nymphomaniac daughter also?”
The beautiful woman laughed easily.
“No I don’t, although having a daughter as elegant as Kathy is every
woman’s fantasy.”
She gave Kay a shrewd look.
“It never occurred to me until just now, she might be a hard act to follow.”
“You are very perceptive.” Kay allowed
“Samantha” she said shaking Kay’s hand.
Their conversation was interrupted as House Dick
sat down at their table.
“It’s Thursday.” Samantha observed.
“Does everyone in the hotel know?” Kay asked.
“Probably” House Dick observed in a low voice,
as he smiled at Kay, who realized she was keeping a room
full of men waiting.
Kay was never quite sure what prompted her to say it.
It was one of those life-changing moments, that happen to everyone
once or twice in a lifetime.
“Would you like to join us Samantha?”
Pre-Lazarus such a thing would have been impossible.
Four years post Lazarus it was still a daring offer.
House Dick, and Samantha looked thoughtful, for an instant
before they began a slow smile.
House Dick reached over picking up Samantha’s hand
kissing her knuckles in European fashion.
She hesitated looking at Kay carefully,
who was smiling at her.
The offer was genuine.
“Yes, yes I would like that very much.”
House Dick stood holding his arm for her.
Kay came around the table, taking his other arm.
The Bartender smiled at the three of them as they strolled toward the
French doors separating the
piano bar from the hotel lobby.
Six of the eight guards were waiting for them, House Dick had two others
making the rounds,
attempting to hide the fact that most of the guard force was AOL.
The six men looked at each other with neutral expressions, not quite
sure whether to believe their good fortune.
Kay, intensely aware of the men watching her, slid the zipper on her
navy blue slacks down sliding out of them without saying a word.
She was aware every eye in the room was staring at her in wonder.
Kathy’s boutique had sold her a red garter belt with black fishnet
stockings.
She was not wearing underwear, she was naked from the waist down,
letting a room full of men admire her womanhood.
Samantha’s mouth was hanging open.
Realizing Samantha was frozen, fearing she would bolt, Kay stepped forward.
“Here let me help you” she said kindly, undoing the top button on
Samantha’s elegant blouse.
Samantha hesitated momentarily then began following Kay’s lead.
With trembling fingers she reached for Kay’s top button.
The two women cooperated, smiling as they undressed each other, hyper
aware of the incredible sexual tension they were creating.
Each took a top corner, they pulled the top sheet and
bedspread off the bed in a smooth rolling motion.
They moved the pillows into two piles, resting
their backs against them. As the men watched intently
they began slowly spreading their long legs,
smiling at room full of erections , they had created.
Samantha gasped reaching over grabbing Kay’s hand
painfully as a man with a huge erection thrust himself
into her balls deep.
There was no foreplay, this was semi consensual gang rape.
Samantha trembled as her vaginal tissue was abruptly forced
to accommodate the intruder, her womb bounced upward
as the huge penis thrust beneath it. She felt Kay trembling
as she was violated simultaneously.
Terror was part of the experience, neither woman
had been raped before, it was frightening almost painful.
If a single man did this it would be inexcusable.
By the second man they had enough semen in them
for sufficient lubrication, their tissues swelled,
they became increadably aroused.
By the fourth man they had both climaxed.
Samantha had never had multiple partners outside of a Ladies Club.
She had certainly never had public sex like this, holding her
friends hand as they both offered themselves.
They smiled at each other, there were pulling a train together.
Kay was an old hand at pulling the train, she had been doing it
for three weeks.
Each found she enjoyed watching the other being fucked.
The two beautiful women held hands, orgasming every few minutes,
as a room full of horny men took turns fucking them
continuously until two o’clock in the morning.
At one point it looked like they had fucked the guard force
to a stop.
House Dick knelt between the two beautiful women
slowly fisting them to simultaneous orgasm, as a
semi circle of men watched.
The two women watched as the circle of men became erect.
They smiled as the men moved toward them, their eyes
filled with lust.
The following afternoon found both women at their table
in the piano bar by five past five.
The Bartender pimped them to a group of visiting Canadian
businessmen, who had three adjoining rooms on the forth floor.
Benefiting from their experience of the previous night
they insisted the businessmen, slowly undress them,
suck on their breasts, kissing them passionately
before taking them to bed.
There were lubricating to their knees climaxing
as the first of many men penetrated them.
As Kay and Samantha began satisfying the three rooms full
of Canadians, men would get dressed, visiting the piano bar,
where, like schoolboys, they would brag about what was going on upstairs.
They would lead new found friends to their room, to join the ongoing
gang bang.
The new friends would entered a room where a
king sized bed was surrounded by a circle of naked
men, stroking themselves while hollering encouragement
to their wildly copulating comrades.
The newcomers would take off their clothes, taking their place
in the circle.
Every three or four minutes the two women would look up to see
a fresh eager face looking at them with lust and eagerness.
The new pecker would immediately began plunging with boyish enthusiasm.
They would feel hot semen as it squirted into them.
The dick would withdraw rapidly, moments later a fresh face,
would be smiling down at them, as the enthusiastic thrusting began again.
Kay and Samantha held hands watching each other
as they were fucked by seventy to eighty men.
A third of a quart of semen, was pumped into each of them.
Two wet spots began forming on the sheet beneath
there loins, each hour the spots grew in size.
By midnight the two spots had merged into
a single wet spot, four feet in diameter.
Their pubic hair was slick, totally covered with semen.
Men had come in their hair, their mouths, on their breasts,
filled their belly buttons repeatedly.
They climaxed several hundred times.
As the night wore on, each was able to watch
the other, do two men simultaneously.
One man kneeling over her face receiving a blow job, while
his companion ravished her vagina.
Once in response to a salesman’s suggestion they
both did four men together.
Ten people were on the King sized bed simultaneously.
Two men receiving blow jobs, four men receiving hand jobs,
two men thrusting away.
Underneath the pile of horny men, two amazed women,
astonished at the ongoing pornographic scene they were caught up in.
They had naively surrendered themselves to obscenity beyond their
experience or understanding.
They could not stop.
Each saw the horrible understanding on the others face.
They would allow men to do anything they wanted to their bodies as long
as the pleasure continued.
All women enjoy being reassured they are sexy.
This level of reassurance was addictive!
They climaxed together, staring at the look of horrified realization on
their partners face.
They did not care that their friend knew she was a slut!
They realized they were sluts.
The bed quivered beneath them.