Helen's Night Out

"Jesus, fuck me harder, stud! And, I need another cock to suck." She now enjoyed the musky flavor of the cock that had first fucked her. For nearly five minutes the two males pummeled the hot cunted female finally depositing their hot loads of cum in her willing cunt and mouth. As they finished, they rolled her over onto her back.

"Time for a circle jerk now, bitch!" Dan said as he and two others surrounded her head. Dan mounted her chest, his balls swaying lewdly between her breasts, his ball hair tickling her chest. The other two males crouched beside her head as all three stroked their hard cocks.

"Yes, jerk that meat, cum in my mouth!" Helen encouraged as the three males continued their obscene stroking. She enjoyed watching the males as they stroked their hard cocks for her.

Dan was the first to shoot his load. He leaned forward, she raised her head, and all of his cum shot into her open mouth. Without swallowing, her head was turned and a second load was dumped into her wide open mouth. The third load first shot across her cheeks, but Helen was quick enough to turn and have the balance of his load shoot into her mouth along with the other two. After the three had finished climaxing, she slowly raised herself onto her elbows, and made a lewd exhibition of swallowing the lurid deposits of semen from the three males.

"Lets go back down to the lounge for an after sex drink." Les suggested to the scantily dressed female. "Id like to show you off to some more of my friends."

"Id like another drink. I didn't know you took pictures," Helen answered and commented as she sat on the couch clad only in her hose and garter belt, flipping through the dozen or so instant pictures the men had taken of her during their orgy. "You plan on black mailing me with these?"

"Not even, sweety," Les answered. "They are for our little remembrance of you, just in case you never come back here again. Might show them to a few friends of mine, just to show them how obscene and lewd a woman can be if she wants to be a real slut."

Chapter - II

Helen and Les sat at a small table in the lounge enjoying two fresh drinks. Helen had the tails of the blouse stuffed into the front of her skirt, she had not bothered to button the flowery blouse. She had also made an lenient attempt at removing the semen from her breasts, even a bit remained in her long dark tresses.

"I must say I really enjoyed the six of you ravaging me this evening. That was one helluva gang bang, Les." Helen commented as she leaned forward, allowing Les a nice view of her fleshy cleavage. She now truly enjoyed exposing herself to men, she had always been the opposite, but, no longer.

"You were very good too, my dear. You learned quickly, and really put on a hot show." Les toyed with her thigh as he spoke to her. "How'd you like to make a repeat performance next weekend? Ill get another group of big studs together for you to gang bang."

"I might. Can I let you know by Wednesday?" Helen replied, already knowing she wanted to come back here and have another hot party. She really enjoyed getting laid.

"Give me your home phone, I'll call you Wednesday evening." Les countered.

Helen started to argue, wanting to call him with her answer, but caved in quickly and gave him her phone number. She spent Sunday resting, and sunning herself in a truly skimpy bikini. Monday through Wednesday she spent at work, but hardly noticing her work, she spent more time daydreaming about another hot Saturday evening with a another horny group of males.

"Hey, you fuckin whore. Is that hot cunt of yours ready to have some really big cocks stuck in it? And that fuckin mouth of yours stuffed with hard cocks?" The raw and obscene voice came over the phone as she raised the receiver to her ear. The strange male voice came across the line.

"Well, I never. You are so crude!" She played a little game with her obscene caller.

"Yeah, you wanna swallow more cum, don't you, you fuckin whore. Bet you'd even suck black or Mexican dick, wouldn't you, cunt?!" He continued his raw and vulgar talk, making her hot with the language .

"Yes, I think you might have the right number." She replied with a slight questioning voice, enjoying the vulgar language.

"Your fuckin right I do. We wanna shove our hard cocks in your hot little cunt again, have you suck our cocks, and have us jack off on your face and tits, bitch! Make you eat cum, too! Show you off to our friends in the bar, too, you fuckin whore!" She was still not sure of the voice, it didn't sound like Les, but she was still enjoying the obscene call. Helen could hardly believe that in less than a week she would be relishing a male voice in an obscene phone call.

"We want to see that hot ass of yours at the Holidaze Motel again this Saturday night. Give me your fuckin measurements and address, well send you the outfit we want you to dress in, whore. Well be waiting for your hot fuckin ass to show up in the lounge, bitch." The male voice said gruffly. "Be ready to get really screwed and suck cock, slut!"

Helen readily complied with his request, knowing she would enjoy Saturday, and a new outfit to show herself off in. She laid back on the couch, turned the TV back up and continued to watch the gang bang video she had purchased the evening before. For the first time since she was a teenager, she fingered herself, but she now had really good reason, she wanted to be really aroused by the weekend. After she made herself climax, she dressed in the elastic topped hose she bought the night before, and her high heels, and practiced walking. She had placed a full length mirror at each end of her hallway, and finally got them adjusted so that she could watch herself walk, making improvements and adjustments. By ten she had her sexy dress on, along with her bra, and continued to practice her seductive walking.

Friday a package wrapped in plain brown paper had arrived and sat on her doorstep when she arrived home, with just her first name neatly printed on the front. She quickly retrieved it and went inside. She promptly opened the package, discarding the box and paper to the floor. Inside was a slinky, black, spaghetti strap dress, low scooped neckline in front and even lower in back. She held it to her bust and could tell that it would barely reach mid thigh when it was on. It seemed somewhat small, but then she realized that it was a stretch material, thus showing off every curve when it was on. It surprised her when she wore the dress the top was not as elastic as the lower half, in fact, it was rather loose and fell open easily when she leaned forward. Also in the box were two pair of black seamed stockings, and then she saw the note.

In very crude and vulgar language, the note told her to wear the hose, dress, high heels, and nothing else. She was to be at the bar at seven PM sharp, and sit at the bar in the same place she had the previous Saturday evening.

Work had taken up the days, walking practice the evenings, so she was well accomplished in walking very sensually and seductively in her five inch heels she had purchased the previous Sunday to replace the four inch pair. She wanted to attract as much male attention as she could, and being able to walk seductively, making her ass and tits jiggle as she walked was a part of her plan. Helen was becoming a true exhibitionist, so very different from her attitude toward sex for her first fifty-two years.

Helen added one additional item to her attire for the evening. She brought along a small, black sequined purse. In it she carried her ruby red lipstick, a brush, a vibrator, and a large tube of K-Y jelly. She parked the car a couple of minutes before seven. She adjusted her hose again, freshened her makeup, and lipstick, still not believing she would be so brazen as to wear such a whorish outfit in public. She left her little makeup bag on the passenger seat and left the car at a minute till. Her walking practice paid off. On the way to the door to the lounge, a couple walked out, and the couple both gawked at her as she strutted to the door of the lounge her tits giggling and her ass swaying.

Helen walked around the bar, walking and acting as sensually as she could. When she had made a three-sixty of the bar she perched herself on the same barstool she had the week before. She did not recognize any of the half-dozen or so males in the bar, but they obviously all gazed at her studying her moves and figure as she walked around the room. As per her instructions, she stepped from the barstool at ten after seven and strolled over to the juke box. As she flipped through the selections, a male hand slid onto her waist, his other hand slipped a dollar bill into the slot on the machine. Now the hand slid onto her left ass cheek, and began to slowly massage her pliant flesh. She enjoyed the forwardness of the strange male, in fact, she shoved her ass back against his crotch as she made two selections.

"You sure look great this evening, honey. Can I buy you a drink?" A husky male voice asked, his hand still eagerly roaming over her ass.

"Why, thank you, sweety." Helen replied as she turned and sashayed back to her stool, the strange male following her like a puppy dog. This was going to be another hot evening of sex she thought as he slid onto the barstool next to her.

As they began a conversation of small-talk she enjoyed his hand gliding gently up and down the top of her thigh. She allowed her knees to part slightly, his hand followed and slid between her legs. Almost imperceptibly he slid the hem of her black dress higher, closer to the top of her nylons. Helen watched the males around the room begin moving, some slightly closer to them, others obviously attempting to get a better view of what they were doing.

Two males changed stools and were within a couple of seats of Helen and her new friend . Then she watched as one of the couples moved from their corner of the room to a table behind Helen. There was further movement and another male strolled behind Helen, walked past them then made an about face and strolled by once again. He was obviously studying where the man had his hands and what Helen was allowing him to do as they sat at the bar. He stopped, turned, looked at Helen as she glanced at him. He turned the corners of his mouth up in a small smile, Helen winked in return.

A second male now sat next to Helen and her new male friend. His left hand quickly found her right thigh as he moved the barstool closer to her.

"We have a couple of more friends over at the booth in the corner, wed sure appreciate it if you'd like to come over and meet them. The second male said, his eyes obviously gazing down her cleavage as the top of her dress fell forward exposing most of her breasts to his gaze.

"Yes, we think you might like to get to know a few more of our friends." The first male replied, squeezing her left thigh as he spoke, making it clear she was to comply.

"Sounds like fun to me, I like to meet new people, and enjoy getting to know them." Helen said as she began to turn in unison with her male friends.

When they arrived at the booth, two males slid out so she could slide into the middle of the booth. She eagerly slid into the booth, between two new strange males, she had difficulty keeping the hem of her skirt down, but she did not care to cover herself, she wanted the men to ogle her. She was thrilled at the prospects for the evening. There were six males again, of various ages, and races. This would be a real fun party she thought as they handed her a club soda, might be even better than the weekend before.

Hands from two different males found her hot thighs, and slid the hem of the skirt to the tops of her hose. Helen spread her thighs for the males, enjoying the gentle pawing and groping she was receiving under the table. She was thrilled at the debauchery she was immersing herself into, the strange males, lewd acts in public places, and having all the sex she could take by the end of the evening. She delighted in the exhibitionism, seeing the others in the room staring at her, the only woman sitting in a bar with six males, and dressed very seductively. In seven days her sexual attitude had turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Lean forward a bit more, honey, I love to see really well shaped tits." The man to her right requested. Helen did not say a word, she smiled back, and leaned forward.

Now she felt a hand cup her right breast, the male to her left moved his hand to her left breast now, massaging the hot flesh intently. Her nipples became harder as he continued to massage her tits through the soft material.

At this point the male to her right fondled her right breast almost in unison with the male to her left. Just as suddenly as they began, they released their hands from her breasts. In a few moments she saw why as they leaned back and displayed their throbbing hard cocks. Helen eagerly took one in each hand and stroked it firmly as she sat between the two males, with four others watching her pumping her hands up and down.

"Well, I think its time we took the hot slut up to the suite for some really torrid sex." The male said that she had first met at the juke box.

"I'm ready to get molested by you guys." Helen said softly with a definite glee in her voice. "I really enjoy getting stuffed with nice hard cocks!"

Helen stood behind the tall, dark haired, male, who seemed to be the leader of the group, at the door to the room. The male behind her held her tightly against him, grinding his pelvis, and hard cock against her ass as the first male opened the door. He slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, and slid the top of her dress down, exposing her well formed breasts. Helen made no effort to pull the front of her dress back over her breasts, she enjoyed displaying her sexy body to the rest of the males surrounding her in the hallway.

Helen gasped as the group entered the room. Inside the living room area of the suite were nine other males, the six from the previous Saturday gang bang, and three additional strangers.

"Nice to see you again, slut!" Les said as she walked up to him. He sat in one of the arm chairs, and Helen walked over to him, seductively lifted her right leg and placed the heel of her shoe on the arm of the chair. This caused her skirt to hike up and expose her naked pussy,.

"Eat my pussy, stud! You missed eating my cunt last Saturday." Helen spread her legs and shoved her crotch into her male friends face.

Over the next hour and a half Helen took on the fifteen males in most every position and style that the group could think of. She generally lay on her back with a male fucking her and a male kneeling on either side of her head as she sucked the two off. Others would suddenly straddle her chest as she got fucked, and shoot their loads into, or onto her face chest, mouth, just where ever it landed. Then she would return to sucking the two males on either side of her head, and fucking the male between her legs.

Helen had to go into the bathroom before she returned to the bedroom, she had to drain her cunt, pee, and clean some of the cum from her face. She slipped the dress back on as most of the males left the motel room, leaving she, Les, and three others recanting the evening of moral debauchery and lust.

Chapter -

"Well, my hot little tart, you reached a new low in debauchery. Fifteen males in an evening. Well over thirty cum shots." Les began. The couple now sitting in the lounge of the motel, sipping on fresh drinks. There were several males around, and a number of couples.

"More like, more than forty cum shots, mother fucker." Helen interjected. She still had semen on her tits, some on her neck, a bit in her hair, and a drop or two on her cheek. Helen had left a bit of the cum on her as a way of showing off her exhibitionism.

"I wasn't keeping track, slut. But I must say you more than pleased all of us this evening. Would you be interested in performing on more evenings like this?" Les asked as he fondled her left tit, her nipple still very tender, but still responsive to his touch.

"Fuck, yes. I'm really getting into this being a slut and whore, and getting gang banged. I never knew what I was missing sexually by not being an exhibitionist, and a slut for cocks and loads of hot cum." Helen replied hotly.

"And, nymphomaniac, our hot little slut!" They toasted glasses at this point and Les continued. "Id like to arrange for another party next Saturday, this time you select your attire, the place for your gang bang, and meeting time."

"How'd you like to have me be your whore for the whole fuckin weekend?" She winked at him, her hand massaging his soft bulge in his crotch.

"Mmm, for the whole weekend?" He shoved two of his fingers into her still frothy cunt.

"Ooo, that feels good, stud. Yes, Friday through Sunday evening. Ill perform any sex act you want, anywhere you tell me, and dress in whatever you want." Helen could hardly believe she was allowing herself to become involved in something so perverted. (Ill provide a few of my outfits, but you and your lowly friends provide a few too. And Id like to make a fuck video, I have been fantasizing about being the star of a really hot porno movie.

"I will call you Wednesday evening, not a friend of mine this time." Les responded. "Why don't you kneel on the floor and suck me off again, cunt!"

Without a word, Helen slid to the floor, sandwiching herself between Les, and his burgeoning pole, and the wall of the bar. She took his cock in her mouth and began to slowly piston her head back and forth, his cock sliding easily in and out of her mouth. As she continued to suck him, a strange male walked up to the bar directly next to Les, asking the bartender for another drink. But, he also had his dick out, a long, hard ten inches of cock. Helen easily moved from one cock to the other until she was rewarded again with two loads of cum. She moaned as she swallowed Les load first, then the strangers, who turned and walked away when he had finished shooting his load in her mouth.

"Well, my horny whore, I see you don't mind sucking cock in a bar." Les commented as she again seated herself on the bar stool. Then he noticed she had a small stream of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, and dripping into her cleavage.

"You want me to go over and fuck some stud?" Helen commented as she seated herself on the barstool again, wanting to perform the lewd act, but wanting to settle down for the evening.

"Lets wait till next weekend. You can have more cocks then. Maybe you can eat some cum from some rubbers the next time, cunt, like to watch a broad dump cum down their throat from a condom."

Helen left soon thereafter. When she reached her car, she opened her purse to retrieve her keys. She felt paper, then found her keys. When she was safely at home she finally opened the purse to see what the paper was. Neatly placed in her small purse were twenty, one hundred dollar bills! Two thousand dollars for being a whore for one Saturday night. She decided then and there that being this type of prostitute, or call girl was not so bad, especially for this amount of money, and sexual gratification one could find in an adult motel.

Chapter - III

"Could we go somewhere else for at least part of the evening?" Helen requested, Les on the other end of the line. They were making plans for the next Saturday evening.

"Well, okay. Seven in the lounge. Ill wear a new red leather outfit I picked up last Saturday, nice little outfit, you can make it sexy or fairly ladylike." Helen replied. She had wanted to have a slightly different atmosphere, but Les insisted that at least part of Friday would be at the Holidaze Motel.

She was at least gratified in knowing that this would be another weekend of sex. She quickly fingered herself into another climax as she relived the last weekend of sexual pleasure. She had even enjoyed the pleasure of another woman, having watched her fuck four males, then she and the other woman ate each other. Helen enjoyed the taste of the semen she ate out of the woman's oozing cunt.