What Trina Wants

He didn't respond right away.

I added, "I'll even take a shower first, if you want."

He snorted. "You are pretty scummy, which is a compliment in this context. Anyway, no, thank you. You're probably the most sexual woman on the planet, but I'm just not aroused by women."

I probed, "What does arouse you?"

He didn't hesitate. "I did like watching all the dicks in motion."

My turn to laugh. I thanked him again and we said good night.

~~~~~~

Karl called me to say, "We're going to the movies."

It was mid-evening on a Friday night. His call was a nice surprise.

"What's happening?" I asked.

He explained, "I'm taking you to the last porn theater in the area, the only one left now that it's all on the Internet."

I said, "Porn doesn't do anything for me. I'd rather have a real cock to play with."

"That's why we're going. You can be the featured attraction. This theater doesn't care what the audience does. It's perfect."

On the way, he added, "I checked this out for you. It's a pretty open situation. You can go through the audience on your knees if you want."

"It's getting more interesting," I told him.

I was dressed simply, in jeans and a halter top. I already was picturing cum dripping off my face, running down between my breasts. My imagination was hyped up by my wild experiences; it was really easy to get hot in anticipation of what I knew would happen.

In the theater, it was dark. On screen, a blond woman with huge boobs was taking cock from two men. Exactly like Karl predicted, scattered men were sort of watching the film but it was clear many of them were masturbating. I didn't see any couples or other women. It was open season for me.

Karl sat with me at first while I got used to the place. Then, as a test, I went to a man in the next row, a few seats to the left. His pants were open; he was stroking his cock. He looked at me but didn't say anything as I knelt next to him and put my mouth on his meat. I held his balls with one hand while bobbing my head and using my tongue to make him come. When he was done, I got up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

While a gangbang was in progress on screen, I provided blow jobs to every man in the theater, eighteen by my count. When I came back to my seat, reality had caught up with my imagination. I had cum in my hair, dripping off my face, and all over my tits, still nestled in their halter. The cum stains on my clothes added to my trophies, always exciting to me.

I was smiling, "Now what? When is the next show?"

Karl said, "We can do better."

He took me to the men's room where there was a glory hole in one of the stalls. I sat down on the toilet just as a man put his dick through the circle. I was at the right height to suck him until he produced another cum shower for me. He softened and withdrew but was immediately replaced by another stiff one.

The stall was filthy, decorated with wall drawings of sex acts and crude limericks.

"I love this place," I assured Karl, right after another cum shot went into my mouth from a glory hole cock.

He held the stall door open to watch me as I took one dick after another, more than all the men in the audience.

Karl guessed the origin. "There's a busy bar next door. This wall might connect."

Soon I had a semicircle of men watching me through the stall door, blocked by Karl. A steady supply of cocks came through the wall to be sucked and to come in my mouth. The men at the door wanted in on the action.

"Hey, cum face. Show us your tits," one called.

Karl raised an eyebrow, and I gave him a thumbs up. I reached to untie my halter, allowing my boobs to escape. Two men crowded in, jacking off on my exposed tits as I continued to suck off dicks from the wall. This went on until all the men had their turns. By then, I was densely coated with cum, but still cheerful.

I tied up the halter, leaving the squishy layer of cum inside. I knew it was weird, but I loved the cum and wanted to keep it for a while.

By the time we left, the theater had plenty of happy men but none happier than me. When I got in the car to go home, I had to use my little purse vibrator through my jeans to try to get off. It felt good but I didn't really succeed until later, when I was in my own bedroom.

~~~~~~

On a Wednesday night, Karl drove me to a wine bar where he had arranged some men for an outing. This was our typical night out, what our routine had settled into. I knew the men waiting for me wanted to use me to get off, doing any and every combination of sexual acts they could think of. I was highly aroused anticipating exactly that.

When we arrived, Karl went in alone to make sure everything was ready. It was. Twelve men were drinking in a party room, closed off for the occasion. He let them know what to expect, then returned to the car for me. We entered together through a private back door. I was in a pretty good mood, eager to get started.

Inside, a couch had been provided for my use. Without preliminaries beyond waving to the group, I walked over to it and lay down on my back. I hiked up my dress and removed my panties, dropping them on the floor. I used my hands to play in my pussy and stimulate my clit.

The men watched only briefly before responding in the way I invited. The first man got his cock out, then leaned over my head to slide it into my mouth. I eagerly licked and sucked him until he came. I could feel the cum leaking out of my mouth as he continued to pump between my lips. My excitement increased. I was breathing hard and couldn't help making sexy noises. A man with a fresh hard dick filled my mouth while my pussy took in another.

One of my slutty habits was to use all or part of my clothes to collect cum. I liked to get semen spots and trails on my clothes and wear it to certify what a dirty girl I was. It has nothing to do with covering my body. One night I went topless using my blouse as a cum rag, then wore it home, all spotted. My dress that night at the wine bar was hiked up and pushed down to just a circle at my waist, exposing most everything of my body. When the men came, my dress was smeared with more and more of their cum, an exhibition only a tramp would want. I wanted it.

When everyone had as much as they wanted from me - in ones, twos, and threes - Karl helped me get up. I straightened my stained and soiled clothes, Karl retrieved my panties, and we left.

In the car, Karl looked over at me. As I often did, I had my dress lifted up and was stimulating my clit in the aftermath of my exhibition. I felt tremendously horny, wanting him even though he kept telling me he had no interest. He was a challenge, quite different from the men I easily seduced by the dozens.

"You've been pretty successful setting me up, Karl. I like the results but do you?"

I wriggled in the seat, feeling the vibrator.

He nodded, looking pleased.

"When we get to my place, you can fuck my face until I gag on your cum."

I moaned and twisted from the thought, as I pumped the vibrator in my pussy a few times, then put it back on my wet lower lips.

He wasn't impressed. "Not tonight, dear. I'm planning to get a headache," he joked.

"No, you're not. I'm still hot as hell from that last romp. I really need you to cooperate."

He didn't say anything all the way home, just stared at the road ahead.

When we reached my place, my pussy was dripping between my legs. I was still hoping to get some action from the elusive Karl.

"Come to the bedroom with me. I want you to treat me like a whore. Make me believe it. Please?"

I squealed with excitement when he nodded okay.

In the bedroom, he wasted no time. He smacked my ass, then ripped my dress off and threw me on the bed. He ignored when I grumbled and complained and I didn't resist. He tugged on my hair to drag me yelling to the edge of the bed with my head hanging over. He looked grim, but a faint smile was on my lips.

As I purred like a kitten, he grabbed the cum stained dress and rubbed it in my face.

"Smell the cum, lick it. I want to remind you of what a cumslut you are," he demanded.

I put my nose in one of the still-wet stains, inhaled deeply. My tongue came out. I licked the jizz on the dress then licked my lips. I squirmed again, so hot.

Karl still had my panties in his pocket. He took them out and used his fat fingers to push them into my sopping cunt. I gasped and stared wide-eyed as he squished them inside me. After a vigorous soaking, he pulled them out and stuffed them into my astonished mouth. I tasted and smelled my own musky scent mixed with cum. He wiped his fingers on my face.

He looked down at my body, sprawled on the bed, silenced by the moist panties. I waited for his next move.

He said, "Point to where I can find your biggest, badass vibrator."

I quickly pointed.

He went to the dresser drawer and returned with my Fun Factory Big Boss. He turned it on and totally worked over my pussy and clit like never before. I was thrashing about, completely overwhelmed by the sensations, too much to process, impossible to handle. I almost swallowed the panties as I was completely ravaged.

When I came it was volcanic, explosive, long lasting, turning me inside out as wave after orgasmic wave tossed my body like driftwood on a tsunami. I screeched a muffled scream, both pleasure and panic, as I was totally overwhelmed by the spasms.

I flopped on the bed, then lay still, completely wrung out. I hardly knew which end was up.

Karl loomed over me. He had a slight grin.

I ejected the panties, but held on to them. I shook my head, side to side. I could barely speak but managed to say, breathlessly, "What a loss to women that you're gay."

I weakly blew him a kiss as he left me for the night.

I fell asleep right there and didn't move for hours.

~~~~~~

Karl worked out great for me. He did his job and we had a good relationship. He was well connected and knew what was going on around the X-rated side of things.

Although I did sometimes find men on my own, the best parties were all arranged for me by Karl. One of my favorites was a visit to a biker bar in the next county, where a lot of tough guys hung out.

On Karl's suggestion, I wore one of my most blatantly provocative outfits: super short cut-off jeans and a too-small, clingy tee shirt that emphasized rather than hid my braless boobs. Karl helped me pick it out, rejecting several milder shirts before endorsing the slutty one I wore.

When we arrived at the bar, Karl got everyone's attention when he led me in on a leash with my wrists tied and a bag over my head. At one of the pool tables, he released me to crawl onto the green velvet.

"You have two hours," Karl announced to the crowd of men. "She'll do whatever you want."

The crowd immediately offered some ideas.

"Take off the shirt."

"Suck my dick."

"Suck everybody's dick."

Karl pulled my shirt off over my head, then repeated, "Whatever you want."

He ordered a drink at the bar and sat there to watch the show.

I took off my shorts and thong and arranged myself on the table on my hands and knees, in position to easily take two or more men at once. The bikers had a blast heartily fucking me front and back, filling my holes with great globs of cum. The cum dripped off my face and down my legs. The creampie from my cunt and ass was huge.

Everyone laughed and had a good time, me as much as the men using me.

When my mouth was full, I swallowed or spit it out over the rim of the table. I also sat on the edge with my legs apart and let streams of cum drip out of me onto the floor, sometimes while blowing the next guy.

A series of men put me on my back to further defile my mouth with their oversize dicks. They exploited my usual face fucking specialty. Using my experience with that position, I easily took all they could dish out. After it sunk in that I was no novice, they stopped trying to gag me and just had fun with the opportunity I was giving them. They fucked my mouth long, slow, fast, and deep adding to the pool of cum on the floor under my head.

Although my 34B boobs aren't huge, tit fucking me was popular. When I was on my back, they loved to see the cum hit me in the face when the guy came as I held my tits against his cock. Another way to do it was with the guy seated. I'd get him off by moving my tits up and down rapidly on his exposed shaft, smiling at him and licking my lips provocatively the whole time.

I also gave nude lap dances to men in chairs, rubbing them to come with my pussy lips.

There was cum all over the floor in the area I was working. One of the menacing looking guys gave me an order.

"You made a fucking mess, gash. Lick it up."

Excited by the chance to show off, I got on the floor. The whole bar rocked with noisy comments and laughs as I put on a slut show for them.

I did what came into my head, without thinking. I lay front down on the floor, dragging my tits and grinding my groin through the cum mess. I rolled back and forth, rubbing it all over my body. More was added to my glaze by men standing over me as they beat off. Then I put my face in what remained of the jizz pool and lapped it like a dog. I tried to be the sluttiest whore they could imagine because I knew that would drive them to fuck me again and jerk off on me even more.

I lay on my back with my legs up in the air, spread like a wishbone. Men poured beer on my pussy when they weren't jacking off on me. I got fucked by beer bottles, a ketchup bottle, and the handle of a ping pong paddle after it was used to spank me.

When I got nasty comments, I just responded, "How about you suck my tits?"

I thought no one would want to do that because of the dirty cum all over me, but one guy actually did. He really wanted my nipples. I gave him his perky-poky fun, then sucked him off. When his cum burst out of my mouth, the cheers were deafening.

With my ass up in the air as I licked cum off the floor, it was inevitable that one of the men got behind me and began fucking me in the butt.

He was too gentle. I complained, "Hey, dude, harder. I really need to feel it."

That started the train. They stood in line to fuck me in the ass, but when ready to come most pulled out and put it in my mouth. A lot of cum dripped out, over my lips. I had to lap that up too.

At the end of three hours, Karl asked me if I wanted to go.

I dismissed that idea. "No way. I'm having a good time."

He shrugged and went back to his seat at the bar as two men seized me.

The two men in leather helped me back onto the table. On the way, they enjoyed bouncing my scummy tits, a crowd pleaser. I lay back, bare breasted with my head again over the edge. First thing, two guys washed off my tits with beer, using my tee shirt as a rag. Then, while the bikers focused on my face, I used the large end of a pool cue as a dildo to fuck my own pussy. Between dicks, I sucked on the cue to taste my twat. I had no inhibitions about showing how much I liked what was happening to me.

I spent another few hours getting fucked in every hole, sprayed all over, and forced to eat stray cum off the floor. I had orgasms, very noisy and public, which delighted whoever was with me when they happened.

When there wasn't much energy left, I returned to Karl.

"Not bad, not bad. Your ideas work out. I can barely walk." I smiled to let him know I was really okay.

"Do you have any idea what you look like? And smell like?" he asked, with a slight grin.

"Probably like a cum slurping, gang banging mega-slut. Am I close?"

"That, and more," he assured me.

I asked, "Will we be insulting anyone if you take me home now?"

"No problem," he said. Karl walked over to one of the ring leaders. I couldn't hear what was said, but everyone looked happy. While I put my stained shirt and shorts back on - I couldn't find the thong - Karl fist bumped the inner circle, returned to collect me, and we left.

~~~~~~

It was the next week when Karl told me he had worked for a private gangbang.

"The two women involved, Beth and Gretchen, were awesome. They easily handled thirty-eight men. If you want, I can introduce you to them."

Little did I know what that would lead to.

~~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~