Recession Blues Ch. 04: Blue Balls

She whined when Billy pulled out of her a moment later, which made her newest lover chuckle. He caught her knee farthest from the others and pushed, spinning her onto her stomach. Even as her knees banged against the side of the coffee table and settled into the carpet Billy lanced into her again, which was exactly what Ann wanted.

"Damn that's an agreeable cunt," Billy panted a few minutes later. Ann had just orgasmed again, and blushed, glad that he thought so.

"That's... that's an amazing cock," she managed, panting as well. He spanked her ass again in answer, easily pinning her in place as he pulled out. Ann whined, no thought that she was cheating, only aware that she could keep cumming if he did not stop.

"Gotta make sure you're broken in," she heard as the heavy tip of Billy's cock pressed against her ass. Ann's breath caught, and she nearly begged for him to wait, but the memory of how it had felt having the men in her ass kept her from protesting. There was moment of burning discomfort that made her whimper and whine, and then he was pushing deeper inside of her bottom, Pinned between him and the table, the housewife and stripper had no choice but to accept it. And by the time his thighs touched her ass, the aroused woman was pushing back, welcoming the ass fucking.

Catching her hips, Billy resumed the fast pace at which he had been fucking Ann's cunt. She found the rhythm unconsciously, lifting her ass to get more pressure against her clit.

"So you like it in the ass, eh, slut?" She nodded.

"God yes," she was still panting, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big black cock." And he did, picking up the pace. It was not long before she knew that he was on the edge of his own climax. "Here it comes, little slut," he panted, then held himself against her ass on the next thrust. Ann pushed back, welcoming the heat of his release. Ann had no idea how long he was cumming or how long he stayed buried inside of her. Her nerves were still buzzing from her many orgasms, and she merely smiled, murmuring contentedly when he pulled out eventually.

"Gotta clean me up, slut," she heard him demand. Though disgusted at the thought, she was already twisting to her right on the table to obey.

"Let Hillary do it," Jacen's voice rumbled as his hands caught hold of Ann's ass, "I need another taste of my girl, too." And without pause he thrust into Ann's empty cunt with practiced ease, not stopping until he was buried. "Yeah," he chuckled as Ann writhed and moaned beneath him, "We got her trained up... Took that without any problem, didn't you, slut."

"Uh-huh," Ann managed, surprised and delighted to find that he was right. She wiggled her ass invitingly, feeling him shift deep inside of her. "Now fuck me, daddy. Give me your big black cock!" He did, shafting completely in and out at a steady pace.

"She can clean me too," she heard Billy say from where he was standing to their right. She glanced over to find him bracing the base of his spent cock with one hand. He was facing her as if he expected her to suck him clean while Jacen was fucking her. She shook her head or tried to, but Jacen was already answering.

"Naw," he spanked Ann's ass, making her gasp, "I don't want her distracted... Gotta make sure she knows her place. And Hillary's gonna feel left out." Grumbling, Billy moved away and behind them. Ann looked around the other way, watching as he fed a seemingly eager Hillary his glistening cock. She admitted to herself there was a momentary envy, as she remembered the power she felt, taking a cock all the way into her throat.

Jacen spanked her ass again, and chuckled as she responded by pushing back at him harder, complaining when he pulled out, instead. 'He hasn't finished,' Ann thought in frustration, then felt him seat the thick tip of his shaft against her ass. She wiggled her bottom invitingly, then moaned as he managed to stretch slightly what Billy had overcome minutes before.

"Ahhhh!" Jacen shouted theatrically as he buried his big shaft in her ass. He held himself there, letting Ann shimmy her hips and pump herself on him for a minute or two before he began to thrust. Ann was lost in her pleasure, humping against the bouncer's amazing cock. She got off strongly and again within a handful of minutes, never slowing her eagerly pumping hips as she took Jacen's relentless pounding. By her third anal climax in ten minutes, Ann was unaware of anything but the delicious pressure of the big cock driving into her ass again and again and again. "Ahhh!" She was barely aware of Jacen's shout, and only belatedly felt the heat of his release, deep in her center. He let go of her waist, and Ann collapsed fully onto the coffee table, her ass waving above, impaled on Jacen's cock. He pulled out when he was finished, and the housewife gave no thought to the way he dragged his glans down through her slack labia, teasing her clit before seating his cock fully in her cunt once again.

"Yeah, Billy," he chuckled, spanking Ann's ass again and pulling out, "I think this little slut is ours... isn't that right, Ann?" Ann nodded, then managed to verbalize her response due to her unconscious training.

"Yes, daddy," she panted, "I'm your slut." Eyes closed, she focused on the fading pleasure echoing in her body, giggling after a minute or two.

"What's funny, slut?" Jacen's voice was behind her; he had sat back down on the couch.

"I'm going to have to shower again," Ann mumbled. Before she could really consider getting up again, though, Billy stepped behind her. Without pretense he brought his cock up, first slapping the heavy head against her clit, which made Ann gasp in surprise, even as her other lover pulled the tip up through her drooling labia, seating himself in her cunt once, twice... and the moving up to easily fill her ass. "I don't... Oh my God," Ann's hands scrabbled uselessly over the top of the table. She had meant to get him to stop, but her body welcomed Billy's thrust, and in seconds she was moaning, welcoming his almost violent ass fucking.

She was barely aware of what was happening within a few minutes, but the others knew exactly what they were doing. As one pumped steadily into their new toy, the other was getting cleaned up and prepped to go again by Hillary. By the time Billy finished, painting Ann's back with his load, Jacen was ready again. He set a slower relentless pace, spanking Ann's ass every minute or so, demanding the lost wife fuck back at him or tell him how good it felt. Ann responded automatically. Her body was on autopilot.

Hillary nearly had Billy ready again when Jacen finished, pulling out of Ann's stretched ass and plugging into her drooling cunt for his climax. He took his turn, laughing as he finished getting hard while fucking into Ann's ass. He also signaled to Jacen that he was going to need a break after his next nut, and the big cop nodded his agreement, even as he patted the red head while she gobbled at his big cock.

The men could go longer having cum repeatedly, and it was more than thirty minutes before the smaller man caught Ann's hips, hammering into her ass violently the final strokes before finishing up inside of her again. He spanked her ass as he stepped away, letting Jacen take another turn. Ann groaned, more than moaned when the cop's enormous cock pushed easily balls deep in her ass. She had stopped fucking back shortly after Billy had started the last time, but her body had spasmed in climax at least twice as he had fucked her. He smiled—at least she was still conscious.

Billy flopped onto the couch, watching the action and after changing the channel, the local college football game. Hillary was curled up on the couch beside him, but her attention was fully on the rutting couple. Ann's body glistened with sweat and cum. Her hair was as wet as it had been when she stepped into the room fresh out of the shower. From Hillary's position, she could see that the married stripper's eyes were open, but she seemed zoned out. She almost felt sorry for the stupid cunt. Pressing her hand against her aroused seam, she remembered the way Ann had willingly licked at her the night before. The money she was making to help the men was great... and it was easier than if she had to do all the fucking herself. But she was also looking forward to having Ann to enjoy herself, as well.

Jacen had been going at it so long Hillary had gotten distracted and nearly missed his signal—the big cop was getting close to his nut. Standing, the lithe red headed stripper pulled the strap-on out of her bag. Before donning the harness, she tucked a bottle of lube under her arm, then carefully attached her surprise for Ann. The wife had passed out she had cum so hard on Hillary's 'brute' dildo the night before, the red head was looking forward to how the wife would react to her other friend. She glanced longingly at the coiled two foot 'two for one' silicone cock she would one day use in both their cunts at once, then stepped to the side, ready to take her turn.

Jacen abruptly pulled out of Ann's ass. The barely conscious housewife relaxed, glad he was spent. She wondered though, having not felt him... The ribbons of his cum painted her ass, spurting into her loose asshole as he finished just outside of her slack pucker. He moved aside, and she looked toward the couch, relieved to see that Billy was still seated, watching the television. Worried he would be watching the tape of her taking the men the night before, and of what that would mean for his arousal, she glanced at the television and wondered when they had turned the game on. The graphic in the corner indicated it was the fourth quarter, and there were less than four minutes left. She blinked... it was usually getting close to time to go to work when the first game of the day was ending.

A wet 'squelch' distracted the spent housewife a moment before an almost cold liquid landed on her ass, oozing down between her loose inner labia. Puzzled, she started to lift her head, trying to look behind her.

"My turn, slut!" Hillary's voice was timed to match the moment her double headed dildo pushed into Ann's open ass and cunt.

"Oh!" Ann had started up onto her hands after spending more than an hour groveling on the coffee table as the men fucked her. The movement pushed her hips back, helping the red headed stripper's thrust, burying the eight inch anal dildo and the ten inch rubber cock in the wife's cunt. Ann gasped, arching her back at the big dildo invading her cunt, which put more pressure on the phallus distending her ass. She froze, unable to escape Hillary's thrusts. The stripper moaned theatrically as she found her rhythm.

"Yeah, Ann," she purred, "Doesn't that feel perfect? Take my cocks, slut. Fuck back against me, push the base against my clit." Ann obeyed, to Hillary's surprise. She shook her head, amazed that the woman was still aroused enough to be putting out. And quickly it became difficult for her to focus, because the knob at the base of the strap on did press against her clit at the bottom of each stroke and whenever Ann pushed back. "God you're sexy!" she managed, struggling to keep her pace, "Getting me off... when I'm... supposed to be... getting you off..." She enjoyed a climax, then, whining in her release, and picking up the pace, hungry to cum again.

"Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God," Ann was panting, her body twitching as well.

"Yeah, slut," Hillary reached down, tweaking Ann's swollen clit, "How's that feel when I fuck your cunt and ass together?"

"G-good," Ann managed, "Oh God, it's amazing... But I can't... so tired..."

"Oh, you'll be tired," Hillary snorted, "If a slut isn't tired she isn't doing her job." She ran her nails along Ann's ass, almost hard enough to leave a mark. Ann twitched and moaned.

"Careful," she panted, "Can't leave marks... Can't let Tom find out."

"That you're a slut?" Hillary taunted, "That you're a slut for black cock? That you get off on my double strap on better than you ever came with him?" Ann nodded, beyond really thinking.

"Yesss," she groaned, "I'm a slut for black cock... I'm a slut for your strap on... God that's good... Cumming!" Hillary smiled triumphantly, having begun to climax as well. She considered leaving the dildos in the writhing housewife, but that was not the plan. Pulling out, she collapsed onto the couch beside Jacen.

"Damn, that's a grade A slut," she panted. Jacen nodded.

"Yep, and she's all mine, so treat me right and I'll let you play with her," he answered. Ann heard them, but she could not catch her breath to argue. And she blushed at how ridiculous it was that she had wanted to say 'I'm not your slut... I'm Tom's wife.' She had never been splayed over a table or bed at home like she was... had never spent so long fucking the man she loved.

"Shit," Billy grumbled from the other side of the couch, "We lost." Ann glanced at the television, to see that the game had changed. She blinked, distantly concerned that they were late.

"What time is it?" she asked, gingerly bringing her knees back together, and testing whether she had the strength and coordination to lift up off of the table.

"Dunno," Jacen lied, reaching for his phone, "Damn, you are an insatiable slut... It's 3:15." Ann sat up.

"No!" She looked at the others who seemed unaware of what the problem was, "We'll be late to work!" Hillary laughed.

"I'm late all the time," she shrugged, "It just means I get an extra chance at pulling tips." She caught hold of the dildo, waving it suggestively, "And I was hoping you'd use this on me." Ann felt her stomach muscles clench... arousal at the thought. She fought it down, struggling to her feet. A heavy flow of the men's jism immediately began to ooze down her inner thighs, forcing her to cup her crotch, worried again about staining Jacen's carpet. She hurried toward the hall.

"Another time," she said, realizing after the fact that she meant it... the thought of giving Hillary the same powerful orgasms she had just enjoyed was exciting, "I have to clean up. We have to leave." She did not bother waiting, hissing at the cold water as she turned it on standing in the stall. She set about cleaning up. She could not believe that she had been fucking non-stop for more than two hours. She was a slut.

She began to panic when she started to dry off a few minutes later... Her labia hung loose, the delicate inner lips visible below her puffy outer labia... Pushing at them was useless. And her ass... Her asshole was still open. She rushed into the hall.

"What did I do?" she dropped the towel, gesturing at her bare sex, "They aren't... It's different. Everyone will notice... Tom will know!"

"Relax," Hillary rolled her eyes. The red head was dressed and seemed ready to leave. Both men looked ready, as well. "It will go back, it just takes some time when you've been as... long winded as you were." Ann turned, bending over as if mooning the others.

"But my ass... Oh my God, Tom will know... He's never fucked my ass before."

"It'll get tight again," the other stripper seemed put out, "You've never done the walk of shame?"

"Just..." Just the night she and Jacen had fucked in the club, Ann started to admit. She shook her head, instead.

"Relax," Hillary demanded, "It hasn't been ten minutes since you had a cock. It will be fine." She tossed a skirt Ann had never seen and a matching halter top at the married stripper, "Now get dressed, we have to get there or we will definitely be dancing the first set." Ann pulled the mini skirt on, then hurried to tie the halter in place... The top was too small, but she did not see a choice. Hillary pointed to Ann's heels, which were by her bag.

"I look like a whore in this," Ann complained as she strapped her heels on. The men laughed.

"No, you're our slut," Jacen corrected, "You didn't cost a thing last night."

"Or today," Billy agreed.

"You know what I mean," Ann rolled her eyes, "What will your neighbors think?" Jacen laughed.

"The men will be jealous. Who cares what their bitches think." He scooped up Ann's bag and keys, "C'mon, we need to go." The big cop led the way, arming the alarm system with a fob on his keys after Billy pulled the door closed behind Ann. Hillary stayed ahead of Ann, surprising the married stripper by climbing into the front passenger seat as Jacen went around the front of the car for the driver's door."

"Slide in," Billy said, and Ann reluctantly did, climbing into the back before the smaller black man and scooting across the back seat. "Damn," he whistled, smiling at her as he closed the door and Jacen started the car, "That was quite the show." Ann blushed. Jacen pulled away from the curb.

"Ten minutes from the club," he told the rest, "We should be there in time."

"Drive slow," Billy corrected him, "I think our little slut wants some more."

"What?" Ann was shocked. "I don't think I could fuck you again even if we were back inside."

"Bullshit," Billy snorted, opening his fly and fishing out a semi-erect cock, "I'll prove it. Now get me hard." Ann blinked in surprise, shocked at the idea of sucking Billy's cock in the car in broad daylight. But she saw that he was serious, and belatedly realized she was already leaning forward to obey. A moment later, the wife was bobbing her head, sucking strongly, letting Billy's cockhead push into her throat. He did not wait long, before pulling her off of his ready tool. A strand of saliva tied his foreskin to her lower lip.

"That's a good slut," he praised, "Now climb on."

"Oh my God, I can't" Ann looked through the car's windows, "Someone will see."

"Shit," Billy snorted, "They're gonna see more than that when you're strutting around on stage," he pointed out, "Tell me you aren't hot." Ann blushed... she had been fingering her loose holes as she sucked his cock. "Now, Get. On," He demanded. Ann moved across the small back seat, straddling Billy's muscular thighs. She braced on the seat behind his shoulders and brought her bare sex down, wondering if this was why Hillary had given her a miniskirt. She groaned at the resistance on the first stroke, feeling like the first time Jacen had taken her the week before. She bit her lip, moving up and down slightly, feeling her sex become fully wet as she took more of him. Within a minute she sank fully onto his cock, unable to stop herself from fucking against this almost stranger.

The motion of the car, the bumps and irregularities in the road seemed to be transmitted through his shaft into her sex. Unbidden, she began to rise and fall. He held her ass, letting her ride him for a couple minutes. Even as arousal spurred her movement, Ann tried not to move above her waist, her eyes scanning the windows, amazed no one they passed seemed to be aware of what was happening.

"Oh yeah, she's a prime pole dancer," Billy laughed, even as he brought a thumb down to press against Ann's clit. The wife and stripper arched her back, cumming instantly. She humped against him harder, wanting the pleasure to continue. "Whoa, now, little slut," he warned, "Can't have you dripping jizz on stage, can we?" Shocked at the thought, Ann paused almost fully off of his cock, "Here," Billy lifted her free with one hand, catching his shaft with the other, then letting her down, the hooded tip easily pushing into her ass, "Let's try this hole for a minute or two." Ann had already resumed humping against him, never considering she would still be leaking his cum if he finished inside of her.

As the surroundings became more familiar—they were nearing the club—Ann was so hot riding Billy's cock she was groping her breasts through the thin top, no longer caring if anyone saw. She never even heard the appreciative honks or considered the 'follow me to Club ElLe's bumper sticker on her RAV. She was focused only on her pleasure... on the certainty that she was going to cum again...