Loading...Rebecca was excited. Today was going to be one of her special days. She’d been building up to it or a couple of weeks now, and no matter how she struggled against her perverted desires no matter how much she tried to suppress the depravity of her craving, Rebecca knew that eventually she would weaken and give in. Her sexual urges appalled her in the immediate aftermath of one of her soirees and Rebecca would analyse her actions constantly in the days that followed, but inevitably that analysis would leave Rebecca in a fugue of self loathing and disgust at her own conduct.
At those times Rebecca would promise herself that she would change; that she’d resist, that she’d be strong; she swore that this time, this time it would be different. Then, as the days and weeks passed the itch between her legs would begin again, almost imperceptibly at first, but growing more insistent the longer Rebecca tried to ignore it, and the woman knew it was only a matter of time before she degraded herself again.
Finally, when she could no longer ignore the feelings that seemed to centre on her inflamed vulva, but which affected her breasts, nipples, clitoris, and even it seemed, could make her very skin tingle with heightened sensitivity, Rebecca would use her fingers against the hot, molten centre of her sex. She would climax and the insistent urge would simmer along for a day or two, never dying out completely, but bubbling just beneath the surface of Rebecca’s consciousness like a smouldering volcano.
Over the subsequent days the urges would return, and of course this time they would be more demanding, more urgent, and much more difficult to suppress. At times like those every moment of Rebecca’s day was disturbed by a constant craving for sexual satisfaction. Rebecca would be forced to leave whatever she was doing and would often arrive home in a near hysterical state only to masturbate furiously as soon as the front door had slammed shut behind her. She would frantically pull her underwear to one side and rub at her stiff clit as she stood inside the vestibule of her home with her back up against the front door. Such was the urgency she felt that she couldn’t even wait to get fully inside. She simply had to attempt to satisfy the ravenous beast of her sexual urges, and would use the fingers of one hand against her clit and the fingers of the other to massage the soft, spongy inner walls of her vagina. Her legs would buckle and bow as the lust overcame her senses, and Rebecca had, on more than one occasion found herself lying in an inelegant heap on the floor, wide legged and panting, her fingers smeared with the gooey juice of her sex.
After a time, when she could no longer cope with her body’s demands for satisfaction, Rebecca would eventually succumb, and then she would use the key that was the only way out of the self imposed prison in which she had locked herself.
Bizarrely, it wasn’t physical sexual intimacy that set Rebecca free. It was the act of exhibiting herself publicly and so degradingly that ultimately led to her finding sexual gratification. As the years had passed Rebecca had become somewhat jaded, and mere flashing no longer satisfied the lusts that boiled inside her as it had once done. Initially, many years ago when Rebecca’s twisted sexual longing had become manifest, she had found release after flashing at men around town, but now she had developed more… sordid tastes, more depraved methods of reaching the pinnacle of her self indulgence.
‘Set it up, Geoffrey,’ Rebecca said simply when her call was answered.
‘Ah, Rebecca, how delightful to hear from you… Excellent.’ The oily tone of Geoffrey’s voice caused a shiver of revulsion to ripple along Rebecca’s flesh.
Rebecca loathed the man who used the term ‘agent’ to describe their relationship. In her mind he was a pimp, plain and simple, a disgusting creature with a cold reptilian stare, which always seemed to Rebecca as though all he saw was meat when he looked at her. She firmly believed he didn’t see her as a person, but merely as a commodity to be used and ultimately discarded once she’d served her purpose. Rebecca knew that she was nowhere near her sell by date, and as such was of value to Geoffrey. Rebecca hated having to deal with the slimeball, but she had made her pact with the Devil and would have to live with the consequences.
‘Yes, Geoffrey,’ Rebecca replied frostily, which elicited a laugh from the other end of the phone. Geoffrey knew that Rebecca hated him and it was true, he didn’t care. The woman was an asset to him, he knew he would make a tidy little profit out of her perverted desires, she did have that quality – the X Factor of immeasurable sexuality that sent otherwise sane men mad with the wanting of her.
‘How many?’ Geoffrey asked.
‘A small group, please,’ Rebecca replied and then paused. ‘Five… Yes, five,’ she continued.’
‘Easily done, my dear,’ Geoffrey responded. ‘Anything… uhm… anything extra that you require?’ he added.
There was a long pause as Rebecca considered her requirements. Her body responded suddenly to the thought of what she was contemplating and she felt her nipples harden in a simultaneous reaction with her clitoris. A trickle of her oil dribbled into the gusset of her underwear and Rebecca felt the clench of her inner muscles as her sex contracted with anticipation.
‘Make them diverse,’ Rebecca spoke huskily. ‘I want manners and I want rough.’ Her body was influencing her brain, and Rebecca was being driven by the heat and insistent throb between her legs. ‘Oh God,’ she sighed, eager to be finished with the phone so she could masturbate. ‘I want come and I want piss,’ she finished breathlessly and pushed a hand down under the waistband of her underwear.
‘You absolutely filthy bitch,’ Geoffrey whispered. He was aroused by the image of a naked Rebecca surrounded by hard cocks, and having those cocks covering her body in both spunk and urine.
‘Tell me the time and the venue,’ Rebecca said as she ignored Geoffrey’s comment. ‘And make it soon, Geoffrey, please, make it very soon.’
Rebecca hung up, confident that Geoffrey would arrange everything. He had never let her down to date and despite her personal feelings for the man, Rebecca knew that Geoffrey was a consummate professional and would ensure that every detail would be considered.
Rebecca sat back in her chair and hooked her legs over the arms. She pulled the sodden gusset of her panties to one side and languidly ran her finger through the sticky folds of her labia. She hissed and winced when her finger brushed against her clit, and Rebecca then began to fantasise about her approaching assignation.
*** Rebecca’s unusual sexual tastes had developed over the twenty five years since the trigger event that was so pivotal in her life. Rebecca had been an ungainly, awkward and lanky child, but with the onset of puberty the ugly duckling had transformed into the swan. By the time she was nineteen, Rebecca was fully aware of how her figure and face attracted men. She was bemused as to why men reacted to her as they did, but had grown used to it. She thought that her figure was a little too full and rounded, that her hips were too matronly and that her bosom was a tad too big. Se thought she had a pretty enough face, but she understood that she wasn’t a beauty according to her definition. Nevertheless, boys her own age and men twenty, thirty, and even forty years her senior had made various advances towards her.
Rebecca took little notice of this attention and concentrated on her schooling, her hobbies, and the two lucky males who were her boyfriends in Rebecca’s late teens. She had lost her virginity in a rather unsatisfying manner, as isn’t at all unusual for girls, and the young man in question spurted his semen into the condom almost as soon as he’d slid into Rebecca’s body.
It was the discovery that her own brother was spying on her as she bathed and went naked in her bedroom that watered the seed of her own perversion, and led to an unhealthy, non physical liaison between them.
Rebecca discovered the crude hole in the wall that linked her brother’s room to her own one Saturday afternoon when she was innocently tidying up. It was an inevitable discovery and just more evidence that pointed to the lengths in which men would go to when infected with the madness of lust.
At first Rebecca was appalled at the discovery. Her brother! Spying on her, it was disgusting, and if Rebecca had found her brother in the moments that followed, she would have given vent to her fury. How dare he? It was obscene. Spying on your sister? Yuck!
Then, for some inexplicable reason that Rebecca could fathom, even after years of analysis and picking over the events of that time, she found that she was mildly sexually aroused at the thought of being watched. It was while she was in the heat of that arousal that Rebecca made the fateful decision that would form the basis for her sex life for evermore. If her brother wanted to watch her, then she’d put on a show for him.
When she knew her brother was in the house and in his room, Rebecca would make a point of parading herself around her room naked as though she was deliberating over what outfit to wear, but at the same time making sure that her brother could feast his eyes on the curves of her figure to his heart’s content.
The mental image in her mind of her brother masturbating in his room as he pressed his eye to the spy hole caused Rebecca’s nipples and clitoris to throb with a sexual energy of their own and meant that her juice trickled from her sex to smear over the top of her thighs.
Eventually, after a few weeks of tormenting her brother, Rebecca took the huge leap into the abyss and actually masturbated while she was sure he was watching. Immediately after her climax had subsided, Rebecca looked boldly at the point on the wall where she knew the hole to be and called out to her brother beyond.
‘Are you there?’ she said in a shaky voice. ‘Are you watching?’ Rebecca’s face burned as she spoke. She was appalled and excited by what she was doing. Masturbating in front of her hidden audience had aroused the teenager immensely. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever experienced and whilst she was still in the grip of lust she invited her brother to come and watch more closely.
There was no response and Rebecca couldn’t be sure whether or not her brother had heard her invitation. When Rebecca had calmed down she was relieved that her brother hadn’t materialised in her bedroom, there was no telling what might have happened otherwise. Rebecca was aghast at her behaviour, and the possibility that her brother might have tried to fuck her filled Rebecca with a sense of horror. No, she was glad, so very glad that her brother hadn’t heard.
That night however, when Rebecca was in her room getting ready for bed, there was a knock at the door before it swung open uninvited. With a sinking feeling Rebecca saw her brother sidle into the room. He looked uneasy and nervous, and refused to look Rebecca in the eye.
Oh God, she thought silently, he did hear.
Without speaking Rebecca’s brother sat on the edge of her bed and looked at his sister. The feeling of unease that Rebecca felt was suddenly substituted by the flutter of sexual arousal deep in Rebecca’s belly. Her traitorous cunt oiled quickly, and she felt the points of her nipples stiffen in anticipation.
‘What do you want?’ Rebecca croaked hoarsely. ‘What is it? What?’
Still without uttering a word her brother just looked at her and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his already thick, stiff cock out and as he kept his eyes locked with his sister’s he stroked the long length of his erection luxuriously.
‘Oh God, Paul,’ Rebecca whispered. ‘Don’t… Don’t do this. I know you’ve been watching me and I shouldn’t have teased you…’ Rebecca groaned when her brother merely smiled at her and continued to pull at his length.
Rebecca stared at her brother’s cock and as if in a trance she stood and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her plump vulva to him. She sat on the bed and lay back supported by the headboard. She let her legs fall apart and pulled her knickers aside. Her slit was already sticky with her syrup and Rebecca peeled the reluctant lips apart and dipped the tip of her finger into her opening.
‘Do you like watching me Paul?’ Rebecca whispered as she fingered herself. ‘Do you enjoy looking at my body? Do I turn you on?’
Paul gulped and nodded, his gaze fixed between his sister’s thighs. Rebecca fingered herself and somehow managed to pull the bodice of her dress and revealed her full, round breasts to her brother. He gasped when he saw the full beauty of Rebecca’s breasts at such a close proximity, and he yanked at his cock with more vigour.
‘You like looking at my breasts don’t you?’ Rebecca lifted her heavy globes and flicked her tight nipples, teasing both her brother and herself.
Paul groaned loudly and convulsed spasmodically on the edge of the bed. Rebecca was taken by surprise when she saw the thick ribbon of semen arc from the eye in her brother’s cock head. She hadn’t seen a man ejaculate before, and Rebecca was fascinated by the spurts of viscous goo that gushed violently from her brother.
‘Oh my God,’ she whispered in apparent awe. ‘That’s so filthy. God, it turns me on!’ Rebecca felt a rush of power and control when she realised that her brother’s reaction was entirely due to his perception of her curves, her figure, and her very sexual aura. It was in that moment, when her own excitement boosted her towards climax that Rebecca experienced the epiphany of the true power she wielded over men. For whatever, unfathomable reason she had been endowed with the amorphous sexual allure that she so obviously possessed, she realised that she could bend most men to her will, that she could influence them using the sheer force of her sexuality, and even as her climax ripped through her senses Rebecca vowed to experiment with this newly discovered influence.
In the immediate future following that initial encounter, Rebecca put on a show for her brother whenever the opportunity arose. In the few months that this relationship continued, Paul never touched her. He would watch his sister and wank. There was never any spoken reference to what went on between them, and eventually Paul met a girl and became serious with her. That killed the relationship and neither spoke of it to any third party; that included Paul’s new girlfriend, who eventually became his wife, but it was the realisation of the power of her sexuality, which led Rebecca further down the road of her subsequent perversion.
With her brother’s interest apparently on the wane, Rebecca found that she began to fantasise about exposing herself to other men. Even though the fantasies were mild to begin with, and merely used as an aid to masturbation, Rebecca realised that masturbating was less and less satisfying and she actually found the idea of exposing herself in public to be more of an exciting prospect than she’d first thought.
She began by flashing at men. She contrived to make the revelations accidental, but always noted the surprise and obvious delight on the faces of her fortunate victims. Of course, the thrill of exposing her breasts and plump vulva to local men soon palled, and this in turn led Rebecca to travel further down the road of exhibitionism. She tried stripping in outlying districts, but discovered that it wasn’t just the revelation of her body to men that excited her, but that she needed to see a certain hunger in their eyes. The men who came to watch her strip didn’t have the same lust glazing their stares. In the main they treated her as mere entertainment. One or two tried to take advantage of the situation, but Rebecca was repulsed rather than attracted by their attention, and soon gave up dancing.
Rebecca’s life then entered a period of vacuum. She got a job, tried to take up with a boyfriend, socialised, and did all the normal things she imagined a normal girl in her early twenties would do. Then, on holiday in the Canary Islands, Rebecca got drunk and found herself in a situation that furthered her slide into depravity.
She had agreed to go on holiday with her boyfriend of the time. She hadn’t been keen on the idea. Not because she didn’t want to travel, but because being with a man on his terms was inherently alien to her. She didn’t enjoy sex in a conventional way. She was constantly aware of the power she felt when she showed herself to her brother. She was reminded on a daily basis of the power she held over men. She saw their hungry looks, their appraising, appreciative glances at her body and she knew that given the opportunity with any single one of them, Rebecca could have them shooting their creamy spunk in reaction to their view of her body, but she was trying hard to be a normal woman.
Her idea of normality at that time was to hold a steady job, to have a boyfriend, and to hold out for marriage and family. This was the mentality that had led Rebecca to unsatisfying sex and a reluctant holiday in the Canaries. She’d been sleeping with Robert for a few months when he surprised her with the holiday idea. He couldn’t believe his luck when Rebecca had agreed to go out with him, and when they’d progressed to becoming lovers he was ecstatic. Robert was as captivated by Rebecca’s sexual allure as any other man, but had met Rebecca at a time when she had been reflecting upon her sexuality and was in a ‘normal’ phase.
It was under these circumstances that Robert and Rebecca arrived on the island of Gran Canaria. The holiday had only been a couple of days old when Rebecca had cracked under the strain of her self imposed lifestyle, and after a minor disagreement with her boyfriend she had ended up in a bar in the local resort at only four in the afternoon. The local waiter had been unnecessarily attentive. Undoubtedly drawn to Rebecca because of her voluptuous, tanned body was on abundant display.
The bar was quiet due to the time of day and Rebecca noticed that she was the centre of attention amongst the three Spanish waiters. When the only other patron left the bar, all three of the men focussed their full attention upon the tipsy girl and attempted to ply her with wine and sangria.
‘I know what you boys are up to,’ Rebecca said when one of the men placed a glass of deep red sangria in front of her. ‘You’re trying to get me pissed.’
‘Por favor?’ The man feigned ignorance.
‘You don’t have to give me drink, boys,’ Rebecca carried on and ignored the man’s look of perplexed innocence.
She walked across to a booth at the back of the bar and peeled the skimpy shorts she was wearing down over her hips. One of the men who was more quick witted than the others, recognised the opportunity and quickly slid the bolt across the door, effectively barring any further entry.
Rebecca looked at the trio and lifted her tshirt over her head and then posed in front of them naked. She sat on the bench seat of the booth and lifted one leg so that the slit of her sex was exposed to the men’s’ hungry stares.
‘Come closer,’ Rebecca whispered and crooked her finger at the men. ‘Come here and show me your cocks.’
The waiters shuffled forward collectively and gathered around the naked girl. They all had that glazed, almost stunned expression that Rebecca had missed so much since her brother had abandoned her. She spread her legs wider and held the sticky lips of her sex open with her fingertips. She was rewarded by the hissing sound of the waiters’ intake of breath, and the men crowded closer to the voluptuous woman who was exhibiting herself with such abandon.
‘Come on boys, show me your big cocks,’ Rebecca said and emphasised her point by reaching out a hand and unzipping one of her eager audience.
The other two men followed suit and unzipped their trousers and soon Rebecca had three erect cocks standing to attention in her honour. The men stroked their engorged penises and murmured Spanish phrases at her in low tones. The eldest of the men moved close to Rebecca and reached out to touch her skin. Rebecca tensed at his touch, not sure if she really wanted him to touch her body. It was the power over them that she craved, not the actual physical contact, but Rebecca relented and allowed the man to run his hands over the smooth skin of her legs and torso.
‘Come on boys, wank those big cocks, show me how fucking horny you are,’ Rebecca said confidently, not caring whether or not the men actually understood her. She rubbed at the puffy lips of her cunt and fiddled with her clit as her lust and passion mounted. The man who was feeling her body was cupping her heavy breasts and muttering under his breath at the same time. He was tugging vigorously at his cock and groaned and moaned with his heightened ardour.
The other two men moved as close as they could and crowded into the confined space around the end of the booth. They looked on in awe, their eyes huge as the beautiful, voluptuous woman fingered her sex and moaned and sighed while the older man continued to rub Rebecca’s soft skin deliciously.
Rebecca moved quickly, eager to see the thick, hot cream as the men ejaculated, she wasn’t turned on by penetrative sex, but decided that she would allow the older man to fuck her in an effort to bring all three to a climax quickly.
She knelt on the plastic seat and held herself up on all fours and then offered her buttocks to the man standing close to her. He moved to her quickly and held his thick cock out towards Rebecca’s plump vulva. He introduced the head of his cock to Rebecca’s opening and pushed against her.
‘Oh fuck,’ Rebecca sighed when she felt the man’s girth invade her body. ‘Come on, fuck it into me,’ she continued and pushed her hips back against the man’s pressing belly.
The two remaining Spaniards tugged at their cocks with renewed vigour and muttered phrases back and forth. Rebecca became vocal as the man inside her held her wide hips and fucked her roughly. He was soon grunting with pent up desire and Rebecca lifted her head to observe the two cocks that were just inches from her face. The sight of the two men wanking and the sound of the other man’s grunting and groaning as he fucked her combined with her fingering of her stiff clit soon had Rebecca on the verge of her climax.
Rebecca was panting and moaning and slamming her round buttocks back against her dark skinned lover. She exhorted him verbally and soon felt him tense and grip her hips almost cruelly as his seed gushed deep into her body. The sensation of the man’s semen splashing into her body caused Rebecca to climax as well, and as she writhed and moaned loudly as first one and then the other man let fly with thick gouts of semen.
Cum splashed across Rebecca’s pretty face and hung heavily from her chin. The thick strands of goo swung wildly with Rebecca’s movements, and she cried out with delight as more of the men’s combined ejaculate spattered against her face and clung to her hair.
‘Yes!’ Rebecca cried in triumph when she felt the spunk hitting her skin. ‘Do it for me, cover me in it.’ Rebecca smeared the two loads of jizz around her face with her hand and scooped the stuff into her mouth. ‘I love it; I love to see men doing it for me. I fucking love it,’ she sighed whilst the uncomprehending men looked on in amazement.
Rebecca’s climax tapered off and as soon as her senses returned to a lucid level she immediately stood up and hastily pulled on her shorts and tshirt. The men stared after her open mouthed as she made a hurried exit from the bar with cum staining her face and clinging in tendrils to her blonde hair.
The holiday came to an abrupt end following Rebecca’s excursion, and immediately upon her arrival back in the UK Rebecca finished the relationship with a distraught Robert when she fully realised that she would never be ‘normal’.
*** Only a couple of hours following her call to Geoffrey, Rebecca’s phone rang and she was given a time and an address. Her stomach flipped at the call, an oily roll of excitement, and Rebecca immediately began her preparations in a state of heightened expectation and arousal.
Rebecca bathed, shaved her legs and underarms, and trimmed the fair fur of her pubic bush to almost nothing. She filed at her nails and shaped their natural length to her satisfaction before layering them with a pearl lacquer. She tumbled her dirty blonde hair loosely on top of her head and held it in place with pins and a comb. She unrolled dark stockings over her smooth legs and fastened a matching garter belt around her waist to fasten to her stocking tops. There was the almost painful attention to detail over her subtle facial make up and Rebecca was almost ready. She fitted her bra and then slid into the hugely flattering evening dress, and then studied the effect closely.
The car arrived exactly on time and delivered Rebecca to her rendezvous with matching punctuality. A moment to settle her nerves and Rebecca pushed the button to sound the buzzer inside the house.
‘You must be Rebecca?’ A handsome man asked unnecessarily. ‘Please my dear, do come in.’
Rebecca placed the man at near her own age. He was dressed casually and was full of confident charm and consideration. He led her swiftly through the large house, which was almost a mansion, and finally opened a door that led into a large room where four men waited.
‘Gentlemen,’ the man called, ‘Rebecca.’ He stepped aside and allowed Rebecca to enter. She stood still immediately over the threshold and let the men examine her fully. She felt the buzz of power when she saw the look of immediate lust on their faces. She new that they would be easy to control in the early stages of the meeting, but felt a quick stab of disquiet as she recalled the humiliation she would be subjected to and her subsequent feelings of guilt and shame that would be associated with it.
Quickly suppressing the thoughts that threatened to dispel her excitement, Rebecca eyed each of the men in turn and said in a low, throaty voice, ‘Good evening, Gentlemen, I am here at your service.’ Then she turned her head towards the man who still stood close to her side. Would you be so kind?’ The man looked at her for a moment, puzzled, but then realised that he was meant to unzip the back of Rebecca’s dress. ‘Thank you so much,’ she murmured and let the dress fall from her smooth, tanned shoulders.
‘Fucking hell.’ One of the younger men whispered when Rebecca stepped out of the dress that lay in a heap on the carpet. Rebecca looked at the man who had whispered in appreciation, and she smiled at him. He was a good looking blonde man who appeared to be in his twenties and who was staring with open appreciation at Rebecca’s body.
The bra that Rebecca had chosen squashed her large breasts together and deeply emphasised her cleavage. She had declined to wear panties and the tiny triangle of blonde fuzz that decorated the mound of her mons was like a hint of smoke at the junction of her thighs. The straps of her stockings and suspender belt framed her vulva, and the thick lips of her labia were clearly visible where they peeped from her plump cleft. Rebecca new the effect her body would have on the men, and she had chosen a pair of wickedly spiked shoes to give her height and to also emphasise the muscle tone of her legs. She let the men drool for long moments and then unclipped the bra and allowed her heavy jugs to swing free.
‘There,’ she whispered, ‘that’s better.’ She looked at the young blonde man again and spoke to him directly. ‘I do so hate clothes.’ She walked slowly towards her victim, speaking all the time, but moving with a grace that she knew would arouse him. Her hips swayed gently from side to side as she walked, and her large breasts jiggled enticingly with the movement. ‘Why don’t you take your clothes off too? Let me see your lovely cock.’
The man gulped and his face reddened with the embarrassment of being singled out.
‘Come on, David,’ the first man called. ‘Don’t be shy, you’ve paid for her… Enjoy her.’
‘That’s right, David,’ Rebecca whispered seductively when she was close to the man. ‘I’m yours to do with as you please.’ She held her breasts up for David to take a close look at. ‘These tits are yours,’ Rebecca fingered her long, thick teats and felt her areola pucker. The she turned and offered her delectable buttocks to him. ‘Or would you prefer to fuck me? Fuck me from behind?’ Rebecca used her fingers to pull the cheeks of her buttocks apart. ‘Or..’ she whispered as she looked back over her shoulder at the now slightly sweating man, ‘would you like to fuck my arse?’
‘Come here and suck this.’ One of the other men spoke and offered his thick gnarled cock to Rebecca. He had unzipped his flies and pulled his cock out as Rebecca had approached David. He wasn’t as shy as his younger companion, and was all set to avail himself of Rebecca’s bountiful charms.
Rebecca looked at the man who had spoken and glanced down at the thick, angry red penis he held in his fist. ‘Oh my,’ she whispered as she feigned awe. ‘That’s a nasty looking cock. I do hope it will spit lovely spunk over me later.’
‘It sure will, baby,’ the man growled. ‘Now, come and suck it like a good whore.’
Rebecca looked at the man with haughty disdain. ‘Don’t ever confuse me with a whore, darling.’ She said as she walked to him. ‘I’m so much more.’ She knelt in front of the man and lifted his hand from his cock. She took the thick shaft in her fist and pursed her painted lips around the big bulb and kissed it almost lovingly. ‘I will only let one of you fuck me, I hope Geoffrey told you what I want,’ Rebecca said to the room at large before she slipped more of the man’s cock into her mouth.
‘Yes,’ she heard the original man reply. ‘We know what you want, and we agree.’
Rebecca lifted her face from the man’s stalk and nodded. ‘Good,’ she said quickly. ‘I’d hate for there to be a misunderstanding. It gets so awkward otherwise.’ She bent to her task again and soon had the man groaning with appreciation as she sucked at him.
‘Fuck… Fuck, she’s good at that,’ he sighed and pushed his fingers through Rebecca’s hair. ‘That’s it, baby,’ he moaned,’ suck at it good.’
Rebecca licked and sucked at the man’s cock head with exaggerated slurping noises. She let her saliva hang in a long silvery thread and she looked up to the man from her submissive position knelt between his feet. ‘You taste good,’ she whispered and winked at him. ‘I love it when I have a juicy cock to suck.’
Just to emphasise her point, Rebecca rubbed the man’s cock head over her chin and cheeks and left a smear of precum and saliva over her features.
‘Jesus,’ the man groaned when he saw Rebecca’s damaged make up. ‘What a filthy bitch.’
Rebecca laughed and tugged at the cock hard. ‘Filthy?’ she retorted. ‘Filthy? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!’ She gave the cock one last, long lick along its length and then stood. ‘Come on boys, let’s get this fucking party started!’
The men all began to pull at their clothing. Rebecca helped David to remove his shirt and trousers, and she gave a small sigh of approval when she saw his naked torso. ‘Mmm,’ she murmured, ‘such a lovely chest. I do like a man who has a nice chest.’ She moved close to David and whispered into his ear, ‘I hope you’re the one that fucks me, please, tell me you’re the one.’
David looked shyly at Rebecca. ‘I dunno,’ he replied. ‘We didn’t get as far as deciding…’
‘Well,’ Rebecca interrupted him, ‘if I’ve anything to say about it, you’re the one I want.’ Rebecca kissed the young man on the mouth. ‘The other’s can come on me, but I want your spunk inside me.’
David gulped at Rebecca’s forthrightness. He didn’t normally like the more mature woman, but the body on this one… Oh my God! And the stuff she was saying… David had only ever slept with girls and women his own age, he hadn’t even considered anyone in her forties before, but now he was beginning to see things in a whole new light.
‘Ok,’ Rebecca said when the men were all naked. ‘Let me see you wanking those big cocks, I want to watch them get big and stiff, then you can cover me in your goo.’
Rebecca moved from man to man as they did as she instructed. She paused at each and either used her hand to further their erections, or she would squat in front of them and suck at the cock that was inches from her face. When she got to David she offered her big tits for him to fuck, and soon her chest and the upper slopes of her jugs were smeared with his sticky precum.
‘That’s it boys!’ she cried with enthusiasm. ‘Look at me while you tug at your cocks.’ Rebecca waggled her breasts from side to side and was met with a chorus of moans as her assembled audience watched Rebecca’s breasts sway heavily.
Rebecca looked at the men as they all pulled at their cocks and stared at her with heavy lidded, lust fuelled gazes. She watched the first man pull at his thick length, and he seemed to be the one most in control. David was the most excited and was groaning loudly as he eyed Rebecca’s curves. The loud mouthed man who had called her a whore was appraising her body quietly, but his eyes were hungrily devouring Rebecca as he appreciated every subtle nuance of her figure. He was drinking in and committing to memory each detail of Rebecca’s saucer sized areaolae, her thick nipples, and her round breasts. He gauged Rebecca’s narrow waist and the broad flare of her hips, and found the sweeping curves erotic in the extreme.
The two remaining men appeared to have no real bearing on the situation. The main protagonists were the mature man, the loud mouth, David, and Rebecca herself. Of course their semen would be a bonus for Rebecca since she actually adored feeling the stuff spattering against her skin, and the two extra deposits would be most welcome. The choice of who was going to actually penetrate the mature blonde fell to one of the three men previously mentioned, and it was Rebecca’s fervent hope that it would be David who she would be accommodating between her thighs.
‘Jesus,’ one of the nondescript participants muttered as his climax threatened. ‘What a body… She’s too good to be true.’
‘Wait, please!’ Rebecca called urgently and moved as quickly as she could to where to man sat in agonised ecstasy. She knelt in front of him and held her breasts forward. She cupped her large globes in her palms and pushed her pliable flesh as close as she could to the man’s cock. ‘On my tits, do it on my tits,’ she said coarsely, and the man made a vague attempt to aim his cock head at Rebecca’s breasts.
‘Oh fuck…’ the man moaned as the first blobs of his semen shot from him and spattered against Rebecca’s skin.
‘Yes!’ she shouted in triumph. ‘Do it on me, I love it. I want you to spray my tits with it.’
More semen gushed from the man’s cock as he groaned loudly. His head lolled back and he closed his eyes as the heat of his orgasm burst through his shaft. Rebecca’s breasts were generously smeared with cum as the final drops oozed thickly from the eye of the man’s cock, and Rebecca sighed as she smeared the first deposit into her skin.
‘David?’ Rebecca called. ‘David, are you going to be the one to fuck me?’
David stopped his wanking and looked over at the man who it now transpired was in charge. ‘Uncle Sam?’ he asked.
‘Why not,’ the man answered with a shrug. ‘She seems to like you, so you go for it.’ He indicated Rebecca with a dismissive gesture. ‘There’ll be another girl another time.’
Rebecca walked over to a sofa and knelt on the cushions. She held onto the upright back and pushed her hips back. Her buttocks were high in the air and her big breasts hung down heavily as she offered herself to David. ‘From behind lover, fuck me from behind. Then I can suck on the other cocks while you take me.’
David stood behind Rebecca and looked down at her sex as the woman held herself open for him. The loose flaps of her labia surprised him since he was used to the neat and tidy versions he’d experienced so far in his life. Was it a common phenomenon with women as they matured that the lips of their sex grew looser? He thought he’d like to continue his investigation, but had more pressing matters as he offered the head of his hard cock to Rebecca’s opening. He pushed against the slight reluctance of Rebecca’s body to accommodate him, but soon slid an inch inside. David was surprised to feel the tight muscles of Rebecca’s insides, in contrast to his expectations in view of Rebecca’s large labia, her cunt was as tight as any he’d ever felt and he doubted whether he would last very long once he began to fuck the delectable blonde.
‘Fuck me, David,’ Rebecca whispered when she felt him grip her hips and the length of him begin to slide into her body. ‘You fuck me, and I want you other boys to use my mouth.’ Rebecca poked her tongue out and invited the mature man to use her. ‘Don’t be shy,’ she whispered and then moaned as David pushed deep. ‘Oh God, use me, boys. Cover me in cum!’
The three men took it in turns to fuck into Rebecca’s mouth. As they pushed their cocks into her mouth, Rebecca grew more frantic, and the more frantic she became, the more lewdly vocal she was. Her language degenerated to gutter mouthed obscenities, and the contrast to the elegant sophisticated woman who had first appeared in evening dress, to the foul mouthed slut they now saw surprised the men completely.
‘Jesus, she’s nasty,’ said the remaining anonymous man as he surveyed Rebecca’s ruined make up and dishevelled hair. Nasty, but so fucking exciting,’ he continued. ‘I’m going to come, baby,’ he groaned and aimed his cock at Rebecca’s bright eyed face.
‘Do it for me,’ Rebecca shrilled, her voice high with pent up frustration and arousal. ‘On my face, come on, do it on my face.’ Rebecca took hold of the man’s cock in her hand and tugged at him as she exhorted him onwards to his climax. ‘Come on,’ she called urgently and opened her mouth to catch the first splash of come.
The man grunted and let loose a thick dollop of goo that landed right on target inside Rebecca’s wide open mouth. More of his semen flew into Rebecca’s mouth, with other thick streamers landing in her messed up hair. Rebecca planted her mouth firmly over the man’s dribbling cock and sucked as much of his outpouring as she could manage and then let the whole mess of spunk and saliva drool from her mouth to land thick and wet on her breasts.
‘David!’ Rebecca called to her lover who was slamming into her viciously. ‘David, let me lie down, take your cock out and let me lay on my back.’ She pushed at the young man’s belly in an effort to get him out of her body. Rebecca lay on her back and opened her thighs wide for David again. He sank into her body with an exaggerated groan and instantly took up his pounding rhythm against Rebecca’s sex. Rebecca’s chin was smeared with gloop, and her breasts shone dully where she had more of the stuff into her skin.
The mature man and the loud mouth both moved to Rebecca’s head as David thrust powerfully in and out of her. Rebecca mauled at her tits as they swung and swayed under the power of David’s fucking. She pulled at her nipples roughly and turned the delicate flesh red and inflamed under her onslaught. The sound of her juicing cunt squelched obscenely as David’s thick girth pushed into her body, and Rebecca’s labia clung tackily to the shaft of David’s cock each time he pulled out of her grip by several inches.
‘Come on me, boys. Please… Two more loads on my tits and face, please! Rebecca used her middle finger against her stiff clit as she struggled to reach her first climax. Ideally she wanted all three men to come simultaneously. Two of them on her body as David let his seed gush into her clenching sex. ‘Come on! On my tits, come on my tits,’ she cried loudly. ‘You come in my cunt, David,’ Rebecca squealed and looked into the young man’s contorted face as she spoke. ‘Let me feel you splash inside me, fill me with it, please.’
The lewd words and the look on Rebecca’s flushed face were too much for David and he grunted as his first jets of come pumped into Rebecca. ‘Oh, fuck…’ was all he could manage to say as the intense climax took control of his senses.
‘Yes!’ Rebecca cried when she felt the pulses of David’s cream inside her body. ‘I can feel it, yes, give it all to me.’
The power Rebecca felt as the two other men spurted their loads of hot cream over her skin was sublime. This was one of the moments she enjoyed the most; it was almost the pinnacle of her delight. To see the look on the faces of the men as they came, and to feel the splashes of hot semen against her skin… Damn her brother for this. Damn him for sewing the seed of her depravity, but for now, in these moments Rebecca was in a delight of ecstasy. Rebecca’s climax welled up from her clitoris and her vulva felt inflamed and sensitive as her body wracked with orgasm. The men pulled back from her writhing frame as Rebecca sobbed loudly. Her body was liberally covered with semen, her make up was a ruin and her hair was a rat’s nest of tangles. David’s cum was leaking slowly from Rebecca’s opening and slithered slick and oily along the cleft of her arse to pool on the sofa below.
‘Shit, she’s a dirty bitch,’ the loud mouthed man muttered. ‘Look at her… She fucking loved it.’
‘It’s not over yet,’ Rebecca whispered with a wild glint in her eye. She stood up and used the palms of her hands to rub the trails of goo into her skin. She licked the residue of the ream from her hands and looked at the men intently. ‘Did Geoffrey tell you what I wanted?’ She asked. ‘Did he tell you I want you all to piss for me?’
‘Yes, but…’ the mature man began but was unable to form the response he was looking for.
‘So?’ Rebecca questioned almost hostilely. ‘Where are we going to do it? Here?’ She indicated the carpeted floor and looked at the men levelly.
‘Er… No…’ The man looked bemused. ‘The patio! We could use the patio.’
He led the way and soon the group were assembled outdoors in the warm balm of the summer’s evening. Rebecca squatted and held her labia open. Spunk dribbled from her opening and splashed onto the tiled surface with an audible plop. Then a stream of urine spurted sporadically at first before a more powerful jet developed, and Rebecca pissed loudly onto the patio stones.
‘On me!’ she demanded. ‘Piss on me, use me.’ Rebecca urged the men to pee over her body as her own stream of piss splashed heavily from her body.
The loud mouthed man was the first to oblige, and his hot stream of piss sprayed directly onto Rebecca’s breasts. ‘Is this what you want, slut?’ he asked in a brutal tone. ‘You want us all to piss on you?’
‘Yes!’ Rebecca cried. ‘Use me, piss on me. Wash me in it.’ Her own stream of urine dribbled to a stop and Rebecca used her finger to rub at her sex again. ‘Piss on me so I can come… Please!’
One by one, as they recovered from the surprise the other men aimed their wilting cocks at Rebecca and their pee spattered against her body. Rebecca opened her mouth to allow a stream of hot, brackish liquid to gush against her tongue and she let her mouth fill up and overflow while the men obliged her perverted wish. Rebecca’s hair hung in rat-tailed tendrils as the piss dripped from the lank tips, and she knew she was an absolute wreck.
‘I’m coming!’ Rebecca moaned simply after she blew a stream of pee from her mouth and fingered her clit roughly. The streams dried up one by one as Rebecca grunted like an animal in the throes of her release. Her breasts quivered as the violent orgasm shook her body, and the rivulets of pee trickled over the ripe, voluptuous curves and pooled on the flag stones. She collapsed onto her buttocks in the pool of piss that she was squatting in, but paid no heed whatsoever as she came. Eventually her climax subsided and Rebecca rose to her feet shakily.
‘Jesus,’ the mature man muttered disbelievingly. ‘I thought five thousand was a hell of a price to pay, but…’ He shook his head, shocked and surveyed the wreckage of Rebecca’s appearance.
With her stockings completely soaked in pee and stained with silver trails of semen, Rebecca clicked into the house on her high heeled shoes. Without a word to the men, and without looking any of them in the eye, she pulled on her dress. Her body was still dripping with pee and cum, but Rebecca wanted only to be out of that house. It was exactly as she knew it would be. She felt the humiliation, shame and degradation over what she’d done. She’d sold her body to these men. She’d allowed them to use her, and begged them to cover her in their cum and then finally, their piss. She wanted to go home right now and climbed into the waiting car, the men looking out of the windows in utter disbelief at what they’d been party to, and Rebecca once again vowed that that would be the last time, the final time.
But…