Chapter 7
Stella Bogen was used to waking up in the morning without Chris by her side. After all, her beautiful niece was a damn sexy woman and it was only natural for her to enjoy the hard cocks of all the men who were after her wild ass.
Feeling the warming rays of the sun streaming in through the window made her feel absolutely wonderful. She felt like ramming her entire hand up into the trembling warmth of her throbbing cunt, but she knew there just wasn't time. It was the day of the big sales meeting, and there were a million details that required her personal attention.
Hopping out of bed, she grabbed a freshly laundered towel and headed for the adjoining bathroom. A nice hot shower was what she needed to start the day off just right.
As the steaming spray cascaded against her swollen tits, Stella tried to remember all the things that had to be attended to that afternoon. Scrubbing her lovely skin with some delicately scented soap, she felt all her tightened muscles relaxing.
Spreading her legs against the steaming spray of water, Stella began to work her well-fucked cunt into a fine lather. Plunging a long finger into the soft folds of flesh, she made sure her pussy was nice and clean, inside and out.
Turning her back to the shower nozzle. Stella bent at the waist. A spanking clean ass-hole was a must, and she enjoyed the pleasant feel of her own slippery fingers working in and out of the tight hole. But once again, Stella had to remind herself of the busy day ahead. With a sigh of resignation, she shut off the water and stepped from the tub. The cold tiles tickled her feet as she wrapped her wet hair in the fluffy towel.
Using a hair dryer, Stella soon took care of her wet hair. Standing before the half-clouded mirror, she watched a bead of water run down her neck into the deep valley of her massive tits. Quickly drying the rest of her body, Stella tossed the damp towel into the clothes hamper and skipped back into the bedroom.
The entire afternoon was hectic for the owner of the Skyline Motel. She had to make sure all the food would be ready by the evening, and that the chairs and tables would be set up. Then, there were all the girls to check on. Stella wanted to make sure she wouldn't be caught short.
By five o'clock, all the details of the evening's activities had been seen to. Stella had an early dinner alone in her room. By the time her dishes were cleared away, it was already getting pretty late. She still had to dress, and that would take a while. Stella wanted to make sure she looked just right.
After her second shower of the day, she tried to decide what to wear. Just the thought of all those horny men was enough to make her cunt lips tremble with anticipated excitement. Finally deciding on an almost obscene hot pants outfit, Stella knew she would be looking her very best Stella loved the feel of supple leather, and the outfit she intended to wear was completely made from the very thinnest, softest brown leather imaginable. Totally naked, she pulled a pair of black nylon pantyhose from the top drawer of her dresser. Sitting at the edge of her bed, she slipped the sheer nylon onto her long, shapely legs. Panties were unnecessary, of course. They would only get in the way later on in the evening.
Standing up, she enjoyed the way the wispy nylon caressed her skin as she walked back to her clothes closet. Reaching in among her many sexy garments, she withdrew the hanger with the pants outfit. Just running her fingers over the sheer leather sent chills racing up and down her spine.
Stella held the hot pants open, and daintily stepped into them. Careful not to put a run in her stockings, she lifted the garment up around her waist. The sexy pants felt thrillingly alive as it cupped the saucy cheeks of her ass. They were cut to show off the fullness of her wonderful buttocks, and she could feel them rubbing against her cunt lips as she walked.
The jacket came next. Not bothering to wear anything beneath it, she felt her hard nipples pressing against the cool leather. The jacket had one large clasp in the front which held it closed. The garment fit tightly, shoving her massive breasts upwards.
Knee high, suede boots completed her wild outfit. Her sharply pointed high heels sinking into the thick pile carpet, Stella walked to the full-length mirror to see how she looked.
Stella was more than pleased by her reflection. From the very tip of her suede boots to the top of her cascading hair, she looked every bit the desirable, thrilling, beautiful woman she felt. There might be many women younger than she at that sales meeting, but few as exciting looking.
Stella felt a strange urge to kiss the lips of the reflected image, and she just couldn't resist. Touching the mirror with her fingertips, she pressed her full lips her reflection. Her kiss was long and hot, and when she pulled her face away from the glass, she could see the wet outline of her full lips.
The sudden ringing of the phone shocked her out of her almost hypnotic trance. Turning from the mirror, she skipped out of the living room. Lifting the receiver to her ear, she heard the familiar voice of her bartender, Charlie Brooks.
"Some of the chicks are already here, Stella baby," he said, his eyes caressing some of the exciting women sitting at the bar. "I'll be right down," Stella replied, eager to see just how great her girls were.
Swinging her hips wildly, Stella made her way through the hallways of her motel. She enjoyed the hot stares of the other guests she met on her way to the main lounge. Stella loved the compliments that were being paid to her well-deserving body.
Stella felt the high-powered air-conditioner blowing cool air against her tautly skinned face as she stepped into the dimly lit room. Immediately, her eyes traveled to the bar and the seven women who had taken stools. A small sign on the door of the lounge explained that the bar would be closed for the entire evening.
Stella's cunt lips trembled slightly as her gaze moved from one plump, saucy ass to the next. Her taste in women was impeccable, and there just wasn't a plain looking gal in sight. The clever business-woman knew her client's would be more than pleased at her skilled, expert selection.
"Hello, darling," Stella said, wrapping her naked arm around the bare shoulder of Betty Denard. "How are you?"
Betty glanced up from her glass and smiled into Stella eyes. She was enjoying the warmth of the mature woman's arm against her soft flesh. The part-time whore could still remember every wild moment of their first night together.
Betty had taken a great deal of time deciding on what outfit to wear that night. After looking over her entire wardrobe, she chose a sexy party dress. Made from black silk, it left very little to the imagination. With every move of her lithe body, she could feel her nipples rubbing against the thin material, hardening and throbbing with the burning desires of her wonderful body.
As she downed the last of her vodka martini, her mind relived the disappointment of the previous night She remembered feeling her cunt burning with the all-consuming flames of lust as she waited for her junior executive husband to come home. He was as late as usual, and she was as horny as always.
Slipping into a wildly sexy nightgown of almost transparent black nylon, she reclined against the softness of their comfortable sofa. Silk slippers graced her dainty feet as her fingertips readied her wet pussy for the assault of his mighty tool.
Betty's eyes flashed as she heard the roar of her husband's car pulling into the driveway. She carefully rearranged the folds of her diaphanous gown as she listened to the sound of his key fumbling for the front door's lock.
But as her husband stepped into the sexily lit room, she instantly knew her cunt would go unattended for another night. His pleasant smile lacked all the traces of lust as he explained what a terrible day he had had at the office.
Betty fought to hold back the tears as she listened to his story. If her competition was another woman, she might know what to do, but trying to fight his job was just impossible.
How different Stella had treated her beautiful body the nights of their frantic lovemaking.
Stella had seen her several times since their first night together, but she also recalled those first thrilling moments of frenzied lust. She recalled the excitement of leading Betty into the world of Lesbian love for the very first time.
But there were other women to greet. Planting a warm kiss on Betty's cheek, Stella moved to her next very special guest, Peggy Rodgers.
Peggy's ebony skin shined brilliantly in the ill-lit room. The blackness of her smooth flesh begged the feel of fingertips caressing its honeyed softness. In stunning contrast to the darkness of her flesh, Peggy wore a clinging, floor-length gown of shimmering white satin.
The expensive gown came right up to her throat, hiding the swollen mounds of her ripe breasts from sight. Braless beneath the white satin, Stella could see the hardened tips of the woman's tits outlined in the lush material.
The floor-length gown featured a wide slit running up the side of the garment. As Peggy sat sipping a tall scotch, her long, lithe legs were delicately crossed, sticking through the slit of the dress. Even in the dim light, Stella could see the hardness of her firm thighs, and imagined her own mouth working in the damp furrow of her fleece-covered mound.
Smiling broadly, Stella reached out and wrapped her fingers around the woman's glass. Grinning lewdly over the rim, she swallowed a deep mouthful of fiery alcohol. The amber liquid burned her throat as it raced towards her waiting stomach.
Peggy's fingertips reached out to massage the firm flesh of Stella's hip as she watched her boss taking a sip from her glass. She could sense the older woman's body leaning against her hand as she continued to sink her long-nailed fingers into the lushness.
Next in line was Beverly Bradshaw. This little chick was the very picture of the all-American girl. Her statuesque form cried out with milk fed healthiness as she sipped from her fourth glass of gin. Stella knew that many of her clients enjoyed fucking the shit out of this dirty-minded woman. She looked like so many of those unapproachable girls they met all around them.
And of all the women who worked out of the Skyline Motel, Beverly was the wildest. She looked so calm and cool as she sat high on her barstool. But given the appreciative stares of an attentive audience, there just wasn't anything the horny bitch wouldn't do.
She was dressed in the soft wool knit of an expensively tailored pants suit. Her patriotic boobs thrust forward, pushing the supple fabric out before her. The tight-knit wool cupped her juicy ass cheeks wonderfully, showing off every curve of her rounded buttocks to their very best advantage.
After all the booze she had swallowed in the short time she was sitting in the Skyline's lounge, Beverly was pretty well drunk. Seeing Stella standing beside her was all she needed. Hopping off the stool, she threw her arms around the older woman's neck, and pushed her body into the waiting heat of her embrace.
Beverly's lips eagerly sought out the sweetness of her mouth as their massive breasts ground against each other. They could feel the hard tips searing through the thickness of their clothing. Both women's nipples throbbed with desire as their tongues lapped at the moist heat of their sweet-tasting mouths.
"You're really ready for action," Stella laughed, pulling her face from Beverly's.
As stunning woman after stunning woman strode into the bar, the darkened room filled with the erotic smells of countless different perfumes. Each woman wore an outfit more outlandishly exciting than the next. But Stella knew her body was being shown off to its very best advantage. And her body was a lot better than many of those younger whores.
"Well, girls," Stella began, addressing the entire group, "I think I see everyone who's supposed to be here. You all no the score. Anything the men want, the men get. That's your job. Taking care of the fantasies and desires of those sex-hungry studs."
Pointing to half a dozen great-looking sluts, she had them follow her into the back kitchen. These girls were going to serve the dinner, and Stella had provided her special waitress' with very special uniforms. Styled like the cute uniforms of French upstairs maids, the clothes were black minidresses with little white aprons affixed to the fronts.
But these outfits were something special. The back of the skirts were cut away to reveal the entire fullness of their sexy asses. As Stella showed off the costumes, she was delighted by the happy gigglings of the girls. Unlike full-time whores, these women really enjoyed the attentions of their clients. They were proud to show off their exciting bodies to men who wouldn't just roll over onto their fat bellies and go to sleep.
Along with the uniforms, Stella distributed black fishnet stockings, to be held in place by imagine garter-belts of black silk. Patent leather high heels were a must, and Stella made sure she had enough pairs in the right sizes.
There was no question about it. Stella Bogen had made sure every little detail had been seen to. With the high price tags of her services, she made sure everything was just perfect. The businesswoman had never had an unsatisfied customer in all the many arrangements she had made over the last two years.
While Stella attended to the last minute details of the night's entertainment, the salesmen of United Plastics Corporation fought to stay awake during the boring sales meeting taking place in another part of the large motel. Many of the men had been to the last meeting held at the Skyline Motel, and they were really biting at the bit. Their cocks stiffened at the memories of those past orgies.
When the meeting finally grinded to a halt, Eddie Youngblood, the district manager who had made the arrangements with Stella, phoned down to the lounge. He told her his hot and hungry men were on the way.
When the men pushed their way into the dimly lit room, they were greeted by the sight of a long table, exquisitely set with the finest of flat wear and linen. Charlie stood behind the bar, and Stella was sipping a drink. The rest of the lounge was empty.
Putting her drink down, Stella walked towards the crowd of men. With a wanton grin spread across her full lips, she began kissing every hot stud she could get her hands on. The mature woman was well stewed, and thrilled to the feel of countless hands tearing and squeezing at her hot flesh.
By the time Stella freed herself from the horny bunch of cockmen, her leather jacket was flapping open, and her huge breasts were covered with the remains of their wet kisses. More than one of the turned on bastards had shoved his hand down into the tightness of her leather pants to sample the joys of her well-fucked bottom.
"Gentlemen," Stella announced drunkenly, "your dinner is now being served."
With that, the thrillingly dressed waitresses poured through the kitchen door, filling the room with the radiant beauty of their exciting bodies. Each girl held a large platter of delicious-looking food in their arms as they streamed into the shadowy chamber.
It wasn't until they had taken their seats that the men were treated to the incredible display of bare asses on the women serving them. With one hand, they grabbed for the numerous bottles of booze placed around the long table, and with the other, they grabbed at the exposed fullness of their women's buttocks.
Each woman felt their cunts and ass-holes being explored by eager fingers as they served their eager men the sumptuous food. After all their husband's neglect, the feel of attentive hands thrilling their flesh was a joy beyond compare.
Someone started the jukebox, and the room was soon filled with the wild sounds of blaring rock and roll. The tinkle of ice-filled glasses echoed off of the walls as the booze flowed like water. Suddenly, the kitchen door flew open again, and the rest of the women poured into the room.
Soon, every hot stud had a beautiful bodied woman r sitting on his lap, feeding him morsels of food fit for a king. And at the head of the table, Stella sat in Eddie's lap, his hands deep in lushness of her naked tits.
The night was off to a roaring beginning, and they still hadn't finished their dinner. Gales of laughter overflowed the women's lips as they squirmed their asses down against the hardening lumps of flesh between the men's legs.
Peggy had found herself a handsome looking fellow, and was busy working her full, black body against his, sending exciting tremors racing through his bloodstream.
Peggy had chosen well. Bruce Perch, the guy she was pressing her fat tits against was just wild about big-breasted black chicks. Sinking his teeth into the firm blackness of a huge tit was something he liked doing better than anything else. And Peggy had the kind of tits that cried out for the attention of a man's hot mouth.
"Here you go, lover," Peggy said, pressing a piece of rare roast beef between his lips. "We've got to build up your strength for later. I don't want that fat cock of yours to poop out on me."
Peggy punctuated her words with a sexy wiggle of her wide hips. Bruce could feel his shaft pressing into the hard fullness of the black whore's ass. He was almost afraid his raging tool would push its way through the taut material of his pants, tearing a hole in the expensive fabric.
While Peggy's long, ebony fingers began loosening Bruce's tie and undoing the row of buttons on the front of his shirt, all-American Beverly Bradshaw was whispering dirty words into the receptive ears of Roscoe James, United Plastic's only black salesman.
The sexy blonde thrilled to the feel of his strong, smooth chest as her fingers caressed his hot skin. Reaching down beneath her, she pressed her strong fingers to the bulging hardness of Roscoe's hidden prick. She knew his tool was fat and long, and hungered for the feel of shaft pumping in and out of her lily-white lips.
There were about twice as many women as men in the large room, and that's the way everyone liked it. As Betty Denard sat on the hot lap of a handsome dude, her fingers crept into the deep crevice of one of the waitress's magnificent ass.
After Stella initiated Betty to the thrills of Lesbian love, she just couldn't think of anything else. Every time she passed a good-looking woman on the streets, she would immediately begin to wonder if her cunt juice tasted sweet and creamy. Though she still hadn't gotten up the nerve to pick up a hot-looking bitch, she had followed a few, her eyes taking in the sexy wiggle of their fat asses.
Betty knew the evening would mean that she would get her fill of nice cocks and cunts. She was grateful to Stella for inviting her. And, she could certainly use the extra cash. For her participation in the night's fun and games, she was paid one hundred and fifty dollars. At this rate, she thought, her gambling debt would be all taken care of in a few weeks.
But paying off the loan sharks soon faded from her mind as the good-looking man pushed his hands up under the soft wool knit of her top. She leaned into his body as his fingertips began to excite her dark-fleshed nipples.
Her mind swimming in booze, Stella climbed out of Eddie's arms and onto the table. As she moved, her ripe tits bounced heavily, beckoning to every pair of eyes in the room.
"Clear these fuckin' plates out of here," Stella ordered, kicking some of the platters onto the floor. "Let's get down to business."
The sound of smashing glass brought howls of laughter from the drunken crowd. Stella looked like a marvelously depraved queen presiding over her perverted subjects, as the bare-assed waitresses scampered to clear the remaining dishes off the table. Food stained her suede boots, but she couldn't have cared less. Displaying her thrilling body was the only thing that mattered. Betty's eyes widened to the sight of Stella's naked tits bobbing up and down before her. Wild lust took control of her body as she climbed up to join the beautiful woman on the now clear table.
Everyone in the room watched carefully as Betty sank to her knees before the wonderfully towering figure of Stella Bogen. They watched as her long, slender fingers fumbled drunkenly with the clasp of her lover's hot pants. The cool leather sent chills surging through Betty's body as she lowered the garment Stella smiled into the adoring faces of her audience as she felt the young woman's fingers rolling down her almost black pantyhose. The cool air thrilled the wet lips of her quivering cunt lips as she felt the warmth of Betty's breath covering her soft, hairy mound.
There was nothing which turned on a bunch of men quicker than the sight of two beautiful women enjoying the lusts of each other's bodies. Men and women both moved closer as Betty's exquisitely featured face was lost in the tangled web of Stella's throbbing triangle.
As Betty's lips found the erect nub of Stella's aching clitoris, she lifted her hands to the swollen spheres of her wild ass. Her sharp-nailed fingers stole into the heat of her steaming ass crack while the loud noises of her sucking mouth filled everyone's straining ears.
Stella tensed to the probing tip of Betty's finger as it pressed against the tight ring of her well-fucked ass-hole. Rolling the throbbing clit between her soft lips, she shoved her exploring digit into the hot chamber with all her might. Stella's throaty groan added fuel to the flames of lust burning within her horny body.
Watching the two women going at each other on the table top was driving Eddie insane. Grabbing the closest available piece of cunt, his fingers tore at the restraining zipper of his fly. In another moment, the stiff shaft pushed its way through the folds of his pants and underwear. Even in the dim, shadowy light, the burning redness of his bloated prickhead was clearly visible, glowing with passion.
Eddie's grasping reach had snagged Lois Carter, one of the sexily dressed waitresses. The top of her uniform had already been opened, and her fat tits were hanging out for everyone to see.
Lois couldn't have been more pleased with the man that had grabbed her as she looked down at the mighty strength between Eddie's legs. Her mouth watered for a taste of his boiling scum as she covered the rampaging thickness with her naked ass.
Eddie felt the tip of his burning meat slipping into the dark crevice between Lois' saucy ass cheeks. She was carefully arranging her body so the entrance of her anus kissed the searing head of his tool.
Lois wanted to feel his thick poker shoved all the way up her bowels. She wanted to feel the sensitive walls of her burning chamber tearing at the immense proportions of Eddie's manhood as he pumped himself in and out of her ass. Twisting around on his lap, she pressed her naked tits to Eddie's hard chest, and told him exactly what she wanted.
Eddie could hardly believe his ears as Lois' virginal lips mouthed some of the most obscene things he had ever heard. And the effect of her dirty words was obvious on the still-growing shaft of his proud tool. Bouncing up and down on his lap, Lois could feel the hardness of Eddie's manhood repeatedly trying to force it way into the resisting hole.
Stella felt her knees growing weak as Betty's mouth thrilled her gaping slit. Her eyes tightly shut, she slammed her body back and forth between the pressure of the younger woman's lips on her cunt and fingers between her buttocks.
Betty happily swallowed the increased secretions of Stella's orgasming pussy. The inner walls of her mouth were coated by the thick cream as she felt her own cunt beginning to overflow. As her lips sucked even harder, Betty could feel a thin stream of cunt juice flowing down the inside of her thighs.
While everyone watched, Stella let her legs collapse. Sprawled out on the food-stained table-cloth, she wrapped her thighs around Betty's head, drawing the woman's mouth into the inferno of churning lusts even more.
By this time, every man had a delightfully sexy bitch sucking away at his burning tool. One man had fallen to the cold floor with a wild whore sucking his cock, and another tramp ramming the tip of her long tongue into the heat of his ass-hole.
And the booze continued to flow. In the drunken brawl, two more women had climbed up onto the table top, and were busily sucking the enormous globes of Stella's boobs. The sharp teeth tortured the throbbing nipples as they sank their fingers into the lushness of the ripe melons.
Lois couldn't wait for the feel of Eddie's cock in her ass any longer. Lifting herself off his probing tool, she lowered her chest to the table, pointing her ass out towards the man's eager eyes. Reaching behind her back, she slipped her fingers into the deep crevice, prying the firm melons apart so he could inspect the hidden entranceway into her steaming cavity. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled just as warmly and invitingly as she could.
"Come on, baby," Lois cooed, "get that cock of yours inside me. I want to feel you stuffing my body full of that hot shaft."
Still seated, Eddie leaned forward and pressed his eager face into the deep crack. The tip of his tongue explored the pink, puckered ring as his fingers caressed the smoothness of her heavy buttocks. He could feel the little whore trembling to the touch of his soft, wet tongue and lips.
With Eddie working at her ass-hole, Lois was able to relax and enjoy the wild sensations filling her body. Resting her face against the table top, one of her hands came up to toy with the hardened tip of her right breast. Her eyes were focused on the four women in front of her.
One of the waitresses sucking Stella's fat tits felt her shoe being removed. Looking over her shoulder, she thrilled to the sight of Lois's pretty lips pressing against the tautly draw nylon covering her toes.
Off to the side of the room, Peggy was putting on a special show for the white stud who would soon be fucking the shit out of her black pussy. Standing before him, her white satin gown a soft puddle around her feet, she displayed the full curves of her naked body. Her ebony tits swayed in time with the music pouring out of juke box. Cupping one of those huge melons in both hands, she lifted it towards her mouth. Smiling wantonly, she wrapped her black lips around the throbbing nipple and began sucking away at her own breast.
Watching the obscene display of his black tramp, Allen Dale took hold of his cock and yanked the life out of it. His fingers urged the boiling scum in his belly to flow to the very tip of his burning prick.
"Here, darling," one of the waitresses said as she climbed between his legs. "Let me take care of you."
The beautiful whore took Allen's cock between her fingers and began licking up and down the full length of his majestic tool. She coated the thick shaft with sweet saliva, then moved lower, to gently suck his hair-covered balls. She was very careful not to injure the sensitive, sperm producing spheres.
Pulling her lips off of the hard nub of her right nipple, Peggy cupped a dark brown melon in each hand and moved closer to Allen's still seated body. While the tips of her fingers toyed with the jet black tips, she held the magnificent mounds of flesh out towards his trembling mouth.
But each time Allen's lips tried to capture one of those incredible rosebuds, Peggy would pull back. She teased him over and over again, knowing her game was increasing the strength of his big prick.
But Allen had enough of Peggy's teasing, and he grabbed a handful of one of her breasts. Thrilled by the sight of his white fingers sinking into the blackness of her skin, he brutally yanked the fat melon to his mouth. Grinning sadistically, his sharp teeth bit into her flesh.
And this is exactly what Peggy wanted. She needed to feel used, completely controlled by her man. Though tears of pain spilled down her cheeks, her black lips were curled into a strangely peaceful smile. Her cunt quivered as her mind reeled with the agony of his sadistic treatment.
The woman between his legs plunged the entire length of Allen's cock into her slaving mouth. While her lips caressed the taut, torrid skin covering his blood-bloated manhood, the very tip of her tongue explored the tiny pee-slit in the head of his cock. As she worked away at the searing tool, she tasted the first drop of his scum boiling out of the rod.
Peggy brought her hands to the back of her stud's head as she thrust her tits against the sharpness of his biting teeth. With the agony of pain and the ecstasy of pleasure filling her body and soul, the black tigress climaxed.
Beverly Bradshaw's pants hung around her ankles, while her sweater was pushed over her thrusting tits. Her waspish body glistened with sweat as her black lover's fingers explored every crack and crevice of her thrilling body. Vile obscenities spewed from her lips, making the black stud's cock ache for the tightness of her velvet walled cunt hole.
The all-American whore was thrown to the floor as Roscoe suddenly stood up. Quickly dropping his pants, the ebony-skinned salesman positioned the head of his prick to the gaping hole between Beverly's legs. He could feel the hot fluids of her cunt bathing the swollen head of his shaft as his hips shot forward.
With one masterful stroke, Roscoe's thrusting hips sank almost half his black intruder into the soft, pink folds of her quivering twat. Kicking her slacks off her ankle, her legs encircled the man's muscular build. Driving the heels of her pretty feet into his sweat-dampened back, she spurred her black stallion on.
"Fuck me, you black bastard!" Beverly screamed, caught up in the burning lusts of her sopping wet cunt.
As Roscoe's cock turned her body into a heaving, thrashing lump of trembling flesh, she began to laugh hysterically. Humping her ass off the floor, she imagined the shocked look on the face of her bigoted husband if he could see her whoring gash gobbling the thick shaft of the black man's throbbing member.
Eddie lifted his face from the steaming heat of Lois' ass-hole. Cimbing on top of her, he pressed the tip of his rod to the saliva-filled hole. Holding on to her wide hips, he drove the seething tool against the resisting strength of Lois' tight ringed anus. And then, with a wet, sucking noise, she allowed his prick inside her shaking body.
Lois wiggled her fat ass back against Eddie's shaft as her fingers continued to play with the hard tips of her massive breasts. It took her a while to get used to the huge member, but she was soon happily enjoying the brutal attack of his cock.
The heat within Lois' ass chamber was beyond belief. Eddie thought he had stuck his cock into the very portals of hell as he began to piston his searing tool in and out of her tight hole.
Lois matched her stud's rhythm as their bodies fused into one wild, fucking machine. The harder he thrust his submerged prick into the forbidden chamber, the more Lois liked it. Muscles hidden deep within her rectum sucked away on the probing scepter as she felt Eddie's balls bouncing against the sopping gash of her fleece-covered cunt.
And then, with all the force of a volcano, Eddie's cock erupted deep inside Lois' bowels. Thick spurts of boiling scum burst from the tiny slit in the head of his prick, bathing the sensitive walls of her rectum with his precious sperm.
Lois could feel every drop of scum as it splashed against the tender flesh of her insides. And with Eddie's orgasm came her own. With all the strength left in her exhausted body, she slammed back against the exploding tool, savoring the last moments of his hardness.
With the hot secretions of Stella's marvelous cunt covering her face, Betty lifted her head from between the woman's legs. Her wet pussy craved the attentions of a thick piece of meat. Jumping from the table, she raced to the united figures of Beverly and Roscoe. Insane from the burning desires of her enflamed passions, she literally tore the black stud off his whore's body.
Roscoe felt Betty's sharp nails digging into his athletic shoulders as he was thrown to the floor. Before he knew what was happening, the horny woman had mounted him, driving the searing flesh of his ebony bat into the deepest recesses of her palatial chamber.
Beverly was as mad as all hell. Having Roscoe's cock torn from her quivering belly just as she was about to come was just too much. Digging her fingers into the soft meat of Betty's sides, she tried to yank the woman off his beautiful prick.
But Betty had no intention of surrendering the shaft she needed so desperately. Curling her hand up into a tight ball, she slammed her fist right into Beverly's face, sending her sprawling across the floor.
Everyone watched howled with laughter as Beverly's face went red with rage. No one had ever dared strike her before, and she was shocked by Betty's violent action. Screaming filthy obscenities at the top of her lungs, she crawled back towards Betty's humping, panting body. She intended to beat the living shit out of the other woman.
But Beverly never made it. She felt the strong hands grabbing her by the ankles, and dragging her across the smooth floor away from her objective. Squirming around, she was able to see two nude men, their cocks at rigid attention smiling down at her.
"Let me go, you fuckin' bastards," Beverly screamed, trying to kick herself free of their hold.
But Harry and Chuck just laughed. Beverly's lush body really turned them on, and they were going to fuck the living hell out of her. The ripe melons of her breasts glowed hotly from being dragged across the floor.
Seeing the two shafts so proudly erect made Beverly stop screaming. She realized they intended to sandwich her between those two rods, and she liked the idea.
Harry climbed down to the floor and lay on his back, his cock standing on end like a flagpole. Chuck grabbed Beverly by the tits and dragged her on top of his friend's prone figure.
Beverly didn't have to be handled so roughly, but remembering who was paying who, she allowed them to have their run. Harry grabbed hold of his prick and shoved it into the waiting slit of her sopping wet pussy with the very first thrust of his hips. Beverly's horny desires had well lubricated her slavering cunt.
Once she got used to the wonderful feel of Harry's massive tool, she felt Chuck pushing her tits down against his friend's chest. Knowing that he was trying to get at her ass-hole, she helped him all she could. The burning tips of her tits enjoyed the hairy, hard body of the man beneath her.
With Beverly slumped over Harry's body, Chuck was presented with a perfect view of the rounded beauty of her buttocks. Smiling hotly, he pushed his face into the dark crevice and began sucking away at her ass-hole. Saliva dripped from between his lips as he rushed to lubricate her anus for the fucking he was going to give her.
Betty loved having her ass sucked while a strong cock pounded in and out of her quivering belly, but the sensations were to be short lived. Once Chuck had gotten her tight hole good and wet, he pulled his face from between her ass cheeks.
Wrapping his fingers around his pulsing shaft, Chuck pressed forward, thrilling to the feel of Beverly's anus kissing the smooth-skinned head of his cock. She had marvelous control of her rectal muscles, and he knew his little whore was an experienced ass fucker.
Holding her breath, Beverly tensed as Chuck's tool pressed forward. Concentrating just as hard as she could, she was able to relax her muscles enough for him to get inside. His prick felt a lot bigger than it looked and fear shuddered through Beverly, as she thought of the permanent damage which might be done to her by the force of his rampaging shaft.
Harry could feel his friend's cock on the other side of the thin membrane separating her ass and cunt holes. The added pressure felt marvelous as he continued to thrust his cock up into the waiting heat of Beverly's churning lusts.
In a very short time, Beverly had gotten completely adjusted to the fullness of the two shafts plowing against her yielding flesh. Beads of sweat formed on her ripe boobs, and dripped into the tangled mat of hair on Harry's chest. Once again, she felt her orgasm coming closer.
But this time there was nothing to interrupt her climax. Her body trapped in the grip of passion, the marvelous orgasm hit with the force of an express train. Her mind flooded with a million images as all the strength was drained from her body.
Chuck could feel his boiling load racing to the very tip of his probing shaft, as he rammed into the very depths of Beverly's trembling anus. He could feel the burning walls of her sensitive chamber sucking the scum from his balls as he repeatedly smashed his body against hers.
Shaking with lust, Harry's surging prick exploded, shooting his steaming load deep into Beverly's hungry belly. He felt her lurching against him, her cunt swallowing every drop of precious fluid that burst from the tip of his prick.
Beverly sobbed softly as she enjoyed the echoing shock waves of her thrilling orgasm. Caught between the raging lusts of both cocks drove her right to the very heights of orgasmic ecstasy. Her lips mouthed silent words of praise for the two men who had fucked her so beautifully.
When Betty's orgasm overtook her, she shrieked at-the top of her lungs. It had been a long time since her body had felt totally relaxed. But now, thanks to the marvelous work of Roscoe's pulsing prick, she was once again enjoying the fabulous paradise of orgasm.
After he finished dumping his boiling load into her hot belly, Betty let herself slide from the hardness of his sweat slickened skin. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Harry and Chuck withdrawing their softened pricks from Beverly's well-fucked body.
Crawling on her hands and knees, she pressed her face to Beverly's, and they kissed. Betty was sorry she had slammed her fist into the other girl's face.
Beverly knew Betty couldn't control herself earlier, and she held no grudge. On the contrary. Bev found the other woman's body thrilling and exciting. As they kissed, their fat tits pressed against each other, sending waves of love and lust cursing through their bloodstreams.
Just to show Betty that she wasn't angry any longer, Beverly made her lie down on her back. Smiling wickedly, she drank the remains of Roscoe's wonderful load from the sweet hole of her happily exhausted pussy.
Swilling scotch from the bottle, her exciting clothes spread into every corner of the large room, Stella looked at what was going on, and she was pleased. Smiling into Eddie Youngblood's handsome face, she could see he was just as satisfied with the arrangements as all her other clients had always been.