Secrets From "The Girl Next Door"

"Come on man, I want her to suck my cock too and I soon had another cock in my mouth. When Jon withdrew my now sloppy ass, I immediately felt another cock pushing into my now loosened back door.

The pizza guy was coming and from then on everything was just becoming a blur of sucking and fucking.

I vaguely remember having at least two, or more guys double penetrate me and I remember feeling sticky and covered with cum from all of the guys. Billy wanted to fuck my ass too, but the Pizza guy convinced him just to fuck my cunt again and then had me suck his dick afterward, which I did.

At some point, my body finally had enough and I collapsed into a naked heap on the bed, sound asleep with my ass and pussy exposed. Watching the video later showed at least two more of them fucked me before they were drawn to watch the video screen the other guys were watching.

At some point, I opened my eyes and I remember Billy getting dressed and saying goodnight to the guys but I drifted off again.

I had no idea what time it was.

I was alone.

My phone buzzed. I didn't even remember bringing it and I had no idea where it was.

I fell back asleep again drifting into a dark, dark place.

I felt a hand shaking me.

Then I felt myself being pushed onto my back and my legs being spread.

My body was sore and caked in cum. Taking stock, even before opening my eyes, I could feel cum leaking from my pussy, my ass, and running my tongue around my lips, all I could taste was cum. The pillow even felt wet and the sheets were covered in it as well.

I felt a tongue licking the inside of my thighs.

I tried to sit up and the licking stopped for a moment.

"Hey there, I was worried you wouldn't wake up," a familiar voice said.

I groaned a little and then laid back on the pillow.

I licking resumed, this time in and around my puffy, swollen, and leaking pussy. I slowly opened my eyes at the same time.

"Hi," I said in a quiet voice.

"Hi," was the reply.

I imagined my makeup was gone and what wasn't gone would be smeared everywhere. My pussy throbbed and my ass felt dilated and my jaw was sore.

"How do you feel?" the voice said in between licking and sucking my pussy.

I considered how I felt, how I had been fucked silly for what seemed like forever by at least six men and probably more.

"Wonderful," my voice barely audible as I realized how parched my throat was, despite all of the fluid that had passed over my lips.

"Where did you come from?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"You were amazing, each of the guys looked like you had sucked them all at least once, a couple of them twice, all of them fucked you, and everyone except Billy fucked your ass too," the voice said without answering my question.

"How did you know?" I asked surprised.

He stopped eating my pussy and moved up my body so I could see his face.

The face connect to the voice smiled, "I watched the video after I got here, and you were dead to the world sleeping so I decided to watch it."

As he said that, he handed me a glass of water that he must have anticipated I would need, I had no idea how long he had been here.

I took a long swallow, the water mixed with the cum in my mouth and on my lips, but I swallowed like I had all the liquids that night.

"Where did everyone go?" I asked

"According to the video, the last of them left about 30 minutes before I arrived. One by one, they all kind of trickled out after you passed out. I imagined it was getting late and all of them needed to get back to their wives.

"I noticed earlier they were all married," I said, not sounding surprised.

"All of us are," the voice said matter of factly, that's how we know none of them will say anything."

"What about you, is your wife waiting for you?" I smiled looking up at the man who was now undressing.

"No, she knows where I am," he said smiling as well.

"Would she approve of the gangbanging you organized with five of your friends, all of whom fucked me in every possible way, often all at once?"

"Eight actually, they were all guys from my construction crew and one was my boss," he smiled again. It was a nice smile.

"The business guy?"

"Yep," the voice said with another smile, "You made 1600 dollars tonight."

I sat up a little then kissed him on the lips, "Thank you, Paul."

He kissed me. Only for a few moments the first time, the second was longer, and the third one seemed never to stop.

His smooth muscular naked body pressed against me as he kissed and licked my lips. I felt his hands move over my body in well-practiced ways. I knew his eyes would be closed, but it didn't matter, mine was too. He didn't need to see what he was doing to me, he just knew.

My boobs were covered in red marks and bite marks, and my nipples were bright red and engorged. His lips kissed, suckled, and softly bit them as well. His hands glided over my sticky body as if their only purpose was to make the waves in my mind crest even higher. The tiredness in my body seemed to evaporate. My body responded the way it always did and I was almost begging for his response.

He knew me and he knew what I loved. That night he had sold me. He had let me be used. He had let eight men fuck and fondle me. My body was covered in cum, it was matted into my hair, my pussy and ass had been filled, stretched, and both were still dilated and leaking. I was thinking about this when I felt his balls slap up against my pussy. His cock was big and thick, tonight, he hadn't been the only one who had stretched me. I knew it would be a while before the puffiness and redness would subside.

Looking up at the ceiling while on my back, I felt his cock and wrapped my legs around his waist. I dug my fingernails into his back as I imagined him selling me for the time I had spent with those men. I was a whore, a slut, but I was his whore and his slut. I knew he must be thinking the same things because suddenly I felt him stiffen and flood my full pussy with more cum.

We lay together for a while and he got up.

I watched him slowly get dressed and then he walked to the camera, took out the thumbnail drive, and pocketed it.

"We'll watch this together later," he smiled.

He took out his wallet.

"I'll see you at home," and he took out a wad of cash. He removed several bills and put them back in his wallet. Leaving the rest of the money on the corner of the dresser, he walked towards the door.

He paused, turned, and looked at me, "How do you feel about another job?"

"Sure," I replied, adrenaline flushing through my body.

He smiled, knowing that I hadn't even asked what it was.

"There is a group of women, all in their forties who want to experiment with you, they'll pay well, are you interested?"

"YES!" I almost screamed.

He laughed again, "That's what I figured, I already told them, yes, and the money will be good." Then he was gone.

"OMG," I thought, what a night.

A few minutes later I heard a car start up and pull away.

I glanced at the clock, 3:37 am.

I lay on my back for several more minutes before getting out of bed.

The scent of sex hung in the air, I walked awkwardly to the bathroom, and I looked at all of my clothes, still in the pile. I put on the dress shirt and did up a few of the buttons, I found the box everything had come in and collected the stilettos and my watch and necklace. The French maid dress was soaked in cum, and sweat and was torn to pieces, I left that on the floor. I gathered up my skirt and work shoes before putting the money in the box.

Smiling I headed for the door.

I walked barefoot across the parking lot after locking the door to room 7. I sat on my skirt, knowing that there was still cum leaking from my well-used body despite what Paul had cleaned out of me.

Driving home, I knew how I must look, but in the early morning darkness, I didn't see anyone.

When I pulled into our driveway, a light was on.

Paul greeted me at the door and helped me to bed.

"Are you okay? That wasn't too much?"

I smiled and shook my head.

It was past 11 am when I finally fell woke up, Paul's cum now mixed with all of the others as it puddled beneath my pussy, ass, and chin.