The Sexual Biography of Brooke

The Sexual Biography of Brooke – Chapter 07

By Tappy and Brooke

I was giddy with excitement as Christina led us back to the living room. Looking at my teenage partners I could tell the girl who wasn't at the rave I attended, Rebecca, was nervous. Natasha, on the other hand, was calm. Of the three of us, she was the only one who knew what was likely to happen next.

We were all dressed alike in matching black cocktail dresses. As we were paraded into the living room, we were greeted with a warm round of applause. There were nine women, all white, dressed impeccably, all in their 40's and all devouring us with their eyes. Betty had warned me that at this party the girls served the women. I wondered if that meant I'd be assigned to three of them or whether I'd be expected to pleasure all nine. I was also excited to try out the skills my mistress had taught me on new women. I looked around the room. By in large the women were all attractive. I should say none were ugly, some were plain and some looked like they couldn't possibly have teenage kids. Overall there was nobody I would hesitate to hook up with. After we walked past all the women, Christina led us to the kitchen. There was a makeshift bar setup on the table and snacks on the counter. She then addressed us.

"Natasha, you know what to do. For Rebecca and Brooke, here's the scoop. You should mingle with my guests. Serve drinks and food, but your primary focus is to be charming and alluring. Do not refuse any request by a guest. Just go with the flow. My guests will be deciding who they want to spend time with. I wish Carleen had shown up so we had an extra girl, but we'll make do. Everyone will be pretty good about sharing you. At the end of the night, you will be going home with a guest and will serve her the rest of the weekend as she sees fit. If you take a fancy to one of the women, you might want to sell yourself to her to make sure you end up where you want."

"What happens if more than one guest wants to take us home?" I asked. I assumed with only three of us available that would happen.

"If that happens, the guests will decide amongst themselves how to divvy up your services. Sometimes a sharing arrangement happens. Sometimes they settle it with a bet of some kind. I've even seen a straight cash payoff. Is everybody clear?"

"Yes," we said in unison.

Natasha was the first to grab a plate of cheese and crackers. I grabbed a bottle of wine and some glasses. I followed Natasha back to the living room. I didn't see what Rebecca was doing.

We circulated around the room serving and talking to the women. Most seemed interested in my college experience and all asked if I was dating anybody. I decided honesty was the best policy so I told them my mistress was away for two weeks and I was on my own. I could tell some of the women liked that answer and some of them were indifferent or negative. As we walked around the room mingling I suddenly had the realization that the women were hitting on us. It was like being at a frat party surrounded by jocks. Although they tried to sound sincere, I could tell they were really just undressing us with their eyes and trying to seduce us. This seemed weird to me since we'd been told to do whatever they wanted. I found myself in the kitchen alone with Samantha, Natasha's mother. She asked how I was enjoying the party. I told her it was strange and shared my perception of the conversations.

"That is a good observation, Brooke," she told me. All of us have been married for a long time. Back in the day, we were on your side of the mating dance. I guess some of us miss the seduction part of meeting somebody new and we use this party as a chance to enjoy the thrill of the hunt."

She had locked her eyes on mine and began to move closer into my personal space as she talked about "the hunt." by the time she finished her hand was stroking my hair and her face was up close to mine.  She was the hunter and I was her prey as she leaned in and gave me a sensual kiss on the lips. Pulling back, she slid her hand down my cheek, neck and finally across my right breast. I shivered at her touch. She noticed immediately and squeezed my breast and fondled my rapidly hardening nipple.

"Natasha told me good things about you from your attendance at the rave. You will be going home with me tonight," she said as if the decision had already been made.

"What if somebody else wants me?" I stammered.

"You need not worry. You're mine until Sunday noon."

With that she walked out of the kitchen. My legs were weak and my pussy was dripping. Samantha was one of the women who looked like she could never have an 18 year old daughter. She was gorgeous with fiery red hair (same as Natasha I noted) and large firm breasts. She was fit and her face showed no signs of wear and tear. She must spend time in the gym and at the plastic surgeon I thought. She had also been one of the women who I sensed liked my story about submitting to my aunt. I was left with no doubt she understood how to make a girl submit to her. As I walked back to the living room I had a new sense of anticipation, although I wished the party was over now so we could leave.

As the party progressed, the women began to lose some of their civility in "interviewing" their potential partners. Natasha, Rebecca and I were passed around making out with all the women. Usually our breasts and pussies were fondled. Some of the bolder women chose to finger fuck us. Rebecca had a rather noisy orgasm on the hand of the oldest woman. Natasha seemed more in control. I was doing whatever I was asked, kissing, fingering myself, eating pussy, being spanked, etc, but the whole time my eyes were following whatever Samantha was doing.

Within a short time, all three of us girls had their dresses removed. I figured it was time for us to be playthings and I was right. The women seemed delighted to pair off two of the girls in a 69 and watch us go after each other. At one point I was paired with Rebecca and we were told whoever came first was going to get a paddling. Although I like getting paddled, I also like winning. It was clear Rebecca had never been trained as she was not skilled in licking my slit. Either that or she wanted to lose. I quickly sent her over the edge with my tongue. My reward for winning was I got to administer the first round of blows to her upturned ass.

I could tell right away that she didn't try to lose on purpose. She was definitely in distress. I tried to look like I was really paddling her hard, but in fact I was taking it easy on her. Samantha took notice and took the paddle out of my hand.

"It's nice of you to protect her, but she lost and must be punished."

I was led away by Christina as I heard the whoosh of air in front of the paddle and then a resounding slap followed by a scream. I felt sorry for Rebecca, but my concerns her short lived. Christina led me to her bedroom and told me to lie on the bed. She went to a dresser drawer and pulled out a strap-on.

"I've never had a black girl before," she said before mounting me.

It was a nice fuck. The dildo wasn't as big as the one Mistress Mischell uses on me and Christina wasn't nearly as aggressive, but it was still good. She told me her husband had never had a black girl either so maybe she'd keep me for the weekend. I had not thought about serving the husbands. Of course all the women were married so it made sense that I'd be doing more than eating pussy this weekend.

After Christina finished having her way with me, we returned to the party. Natasha was in the progress of being led to a bedroom by a woman whose name escaped me. Rebecca was sitting by herself sobbing. I felt sorry for her briefly, but I was quickly grabbed by another woman and returned to a bedroom. This time she had me eat her ass. I guess she didn't want that done in public. After a few minutes she turned around and had me eat her pussy until she came. By the time I returned Natasha was back and Rebecca was gone.

This is how the party continued for several hours. One of the women would take one of the girls for a private rendezvous or have us perform a public show with each other. In between the women would be laughing and drinking. Essentially it was a mirror image to how the rave went. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I could tell Natasha was as well. Rebecca seemed to have gotten over the shock of her initial punishment, although I sensed she was still regretting her decision to attend. Finally about 1am the party began to wind down. I was glad as I was exhausted having brought more women to climax than I could count.

I'd forgotten the final event of the evening was somehow deciding between the nine women who would take home the three girls for a weekend of pleasure. Rebecca garnered the most attention. Five of the women wanted her. This kind of surprised me as I would have thought her reluctance would have been a turn off. But then again perhaps that is what they were attracted to and looked forward to the challenge of breaking her in properly. Surprisingly only one woman chose Natasha. They quickly left the party. That left three women competing for my services. I was led into the kitchen where the women would decide while Rebecca and her group stayed in the living room. I have no idea how they decided who innocent young Rebecca would go home with, but it turned out mine was a straight cash deal.

In the kitchen with me were Christina, Samantha and Elizabeth, a brunette who had paddled me multiple times during the evening. Elizabeth was a bit of a quandary for me. She looked sweet and innocent, at least in her facial expressions, but she had a body to die for. Like both other women who had chosen me, she had large fake breasts. I guess my own ample chest attracted them. She also wore a leather outfit giving rise of my assumption that she was very dominant. Needless to say I was very attracted to her. Christina, shared another trait beside big boobs with Samantha and Elizabeth. She looked like there was no way she was old enough to have a teenage child. I decided that was just a story they told the girls. Christina was what I call very blonde, that is when you think of a stereotypical blonde sexpot, she is what you see.  Like Elizabeth she had worn leather to the party, although it was more subdued. I loved her leather opera gloves and how it felt when she pushed two fingers she had lubed in my pussy up my ass. Some of the time she looked stern, but some of the time she smiled. I decided she was more of a switch, although I was sure which role she would take if I went home with her.

Handicapping the three, Samantha was definitely my first choice followed by Christina and then Elizabeth, although I would have been happy to go home with any of them.. The three women stood next to the counter and told me to sit at the kitchenette table. Since she was the host, Christina told me what was about to happen.

"Brooke, at this point of the party, we need to come to a decision about who is going to take you home tonight. You will be expected to spend tomorrow and tomorrow night at the beck and call of whoever wins your services. We usually have different methods of deciding who gets the girl, but since it's late, we're going to keep it simple. First you're going to tell us what we can expect if we win you."

I thought for a moment and then told them the simple truth. "My mistress had given me a free weekend, but I know she would expect me to serve any of you as faithfully as I serve her. I therefore would do exactly what you ask of me without regard to what I want. I know, Christina, you mentioned your husband had never had a black girl before. If that was his desire, I would rectify that situation. Elizabeth, I get the vibe that you enjoy punishing a saucy young girl. Rest assured I can withstand whatever you can dish out. And Samantha, I have not figured out exactly what you would want, but I assure you I will be a most willing participant and will satisfy whatever carnal desires you or your family has."

Using the term family instead of husband was not a mistake as I would be very pleased if she chose me and made me serve Natasha. The thought of serving two redheads at the same time was also appealing.

The women seemed pleased with my answer. Christina told the other women that I was worth $100 to each of them if they consented to let her have my services. The bids went up from there. The use of my body for 30 hours or so was on the auction block. Finally both Samantha and Elizabeth topped out at $300. Christina had quit at $250. I was hoping they would allow me to break the tie, but Samantha managed to do that by offering me to the other women on Sunday afternoon. Elizabeth and Christina looked at each other as if they were deciding if that was within the rules, although since there really were not any rules, I didn't see what the big deal was. They both nodded. Elizabeth said she could live with only having me for a couple of hours on Sunday and the $300. Since she was out of the bidding anyway, Christina seemed pleased that not only would she be getting paid, but her husband could still get laid. Everybody seemed happy including me as I was getting my first choice.

Samantha led me back through the living room and toward the front door. Rebecca was on her knees with her mouth plastered on one of the women's pussy. Apparently the women had decided to take a more active approach to determining who would take her home. We didn't take time to watch. Samantha was opening the door. She didn't give me a chance to get dressed. I was ushered out of the door and had to streak naked to her car. I didn't care. I was happy… and very wet with anticipation.

Samantha didn't say anything as we drove. She just let me sit naked in her passenger seat and wonder. I had no idea where she lived or what she had planned for me. I was confused when she turned into an industrial park. As late as it was, the area was deserted. I had assumed we would just be going to her home, but I was wrong. Instead we pulled into a printing company. Now I was nervous. Making a naked dash to the car was one thing, but as she escorted me into the office, that was quite another. She explained this was the company she and her husband owned. She said they don't have a third shift so I need not worry about anybody else seeing me. I was led to a photography studio. Samantha turned on the lights. She could tell I was nervous.

"Don't worry Brooke. Natasha has this nasty little fetish and I thought you would like it too. I just need to get a couple of pictures of you."

I was not amused, but since I'd agreed to follow her instructions and since I had no clothes and didn’t know where I was, I obeyed. She positioned me in front of a green screen and the first picture she snapped was a close-up of my face. At least you couldn't tell I was naked. She had me hold my hand up to the side of my head and open my mouth wide. She then did a similar picture but I could tell she had zoomed the lens out so you could now see my bare breasts and stiff nipples. She then had me cup my breasts and offer them to the camera. This time I didn't have my mouth open as wide as it would go, but about half way. The main difference was she had me stick my tongue out and tilt my head back. The attention she was giving me had started to make my pussy leak as I began to get into the scene. I didn't have a clue what Natasha's fetish was, but I enjoyed being photographed like a porn star. Samantha took pictures for the next 20 minutes or so. I was positioned every which way. She had me lie down and spread my legs and pussy lips. She had me on my knees. She had me straining to hold my ankles above my head. I was on fire imagining her doing this with her daughter.

Finally it was over. I begged Samantha to let me masturbate myself to orgasm but she denied me telling me we had to get home. I was disappointed, of course, but I knew better than to question her order. She told me she wanted me hot when I met her husband so I would not be allowed to cum until morning. I playfully whimpered a bit, but I didn't expect her to change her mind.

Back at her house I was put to sleep in Natasha's bed and fell asleep almost immediately. I was still naked. I was having wonderfully erotic dreams which blurred the line of fantasy and reality. It was as if I could feel a gentle touch caressing my ass, playing with my nipples and rubbing my clit. My dream was going to make me cum and as my body went over the edge, I woke with a start. Forgetting where I was I began to roll back off my side, but I was blocked by a very feminine body. There were no lights on in the room, but somebody was spooning me and teasing my body. I surrendered to her touch. I didn't care that I didn't know whose talented fingers were giving me so much pleasure. With one orgasm down, my body began to build to another. I was on the cusp of a great climax when the door opened and the light was turned on. Samantha was standing in the doorway. She smiled and said that was enough. At least she wasn't mad.

My eyes focused on Natasha as she withdrew her hands. She looked at me and smiled. "I tried to get you another one," was all she said before she stood up. Like me she was naked.

"Girls, breakfast is in ten minutes," her mom said and walked away from the door.

Natasha sat down at her dressing table and quickly began to brush her hair. She didn't make any move to put on clothes. I asked her about that and she said on slave girl weekends, no clothes were permitted except by direct order from her mom, dad or step-brother. I asked why she was home and she said she wanted to play with me this morning. She'd bartered a few free hours from the woman she left the party with to be here when I woke up. I thanked her and then asked about her fetish her mom had involved me in.

"Oh that," she replied. "I've got this thing for cum. I love it. I can't get enough of it."

"I love cum too," I told her. "But what does that have to do with the pictures she took of me last night?"

"You might think this is weird, but I like sending my picture to guys on the Internet and have them either take pictures with their cock pointed at my face or better yet, cumming on it. I call it a virtual facial."

"I don't get it. What's fun about that?" I asked her.

"Well some of the guys print out my picture and then send it back to me covered in their man goo. I just like the thought of guys spanking their meat to my picture. Here, take a look."

Natasha pulled out a binder. Inside were pictures of her in poses similar to the ones her mom took of me the night before. The only difference was the dried cum all over them. She also pulled out her iPhone and showed me emails with digital pictures of guys rubbing their cocks over her picture.

"I love to masturbate thinking about a guy spilling his load for me. It's a huge turn on."

I could only nod as if I understood.

"Come on, we have to get down to breakfast."

I followed Natasha down to the kitchen. Her dad and step-brother, Ivan, were already sitting down. Her mom was serving bacon and eggs. Natasha introduced me to her dad, Yuri. It was exceptionally weird to be naked in front of them especially since Natasha was naked too. I couldn't fathom why her parents would do that to her.

Despite my anxiety, breakfast proceeded normally. After breakfast Yuri announced he had to go to work, but that I should crawl under the table and blow him before he left. I looked at Samantha for a hint of jealousy or anger, but saw only grace. So under the table I went. Yuri was well proportioned and I looked forward to fucking him later as I took his manhood between my lips. I could hear the family conversations continue above me as I serviced his cock. As I sensed he was getting ready to shoot, I heard him say to take his load in my mouth, but not to swallow. He wanted me to share it with Natasha. Now that was weird, but I did it. She seemed very pleased to make-out with me as we swirled the salty discharge between our mouths.

"I'll be home from work early. Thanks for the blowjob Brooke. I'm having some friends over tonight to play cards. We'll be providing all the cock you can handle."

"I'm looking forward to it, Yuri," I responded.

As he walked out of the room, Ivan told me to get back under the table. He was blessed more than his father cock wise. I hoped I would not have to wait until the party to get him inside of me. As it turns out, I didn't. Natasha and her mother, Yuri's second wife, were chatting normally as I slurped on Ivan's tool. He was a couple of years older than Natasha and Yuri's first wife was his mother. It took much more effort to get him ready to pop. I was expecting to share another flavor shot with Natasha, but Ivan had other plans. Instead of unloading in my mouth, he pulled me up and bent me over the table. In one firm thrust, he pushed his cock into my waiting pussy. I was so wet he slid in easily and after only a couple of thrusts I felt him squirt what felt like a gallon of sweet cum into my pussy. He then pulled out, but kept a hand on the small of my back indicating I should remain in that position.

I could feel his cum dribbling down my thigh. Fortunately Natasha was ready. They must repeat this scene with each girl their mother brings home. Like a flash, she was behind me licking up her step-brother’s cum as it oozed out of my needy hole. Needless to say, since she had left me hanging on the edge of release in the bedroom, the sucking of two cocks and swapping spit with her did little to assuage my arousal. Soon I was whimpering on the table as her tongue, finished with cleaning cum from my fuck hole, had begun to tease my clit instead. I watched as Ivan stood and left without saying so much as a thank you. Samantha was sitting drinking her coffee. Her eyes were watching me intently as her daughter brought me closer to my needed climax.

If I'd been with Mistress Mischell at that point I knew Natasha would be ordered to stop before I could cum. I'd also probably be spanked. But Samantha seemed to be enjoying the show and I prayed that Natasha would be allowed to finish me off. I pleaded with my eyes to be allowed to cum and she showed mercy on me allowing her daughter to bask in my fluids until I quivered in orgasm on the kitchen table. The morning was turning out to be quite nice indeed.

After I was done climaxing, Samantha told Natasha that she'd better get back to her weekend owner. I wanted to return the favor and pleasure her, but Samantha said Natasha would have plenty of pleasure later and that we had a lot to do ourselves to prepare for the guests. Natasha and I kissed again and she was off.

The first think Samantha had me do was clean the kitchen. This surprised me. I assumed I'd be between her legs. She said there was time for that later. After the kitchen was spotless, she brought me into their den were we reviewed the pictures she took of me last night. I had to admit she has a talented eye behind the lens, although I was still worried about her intentions. She let me pick my favorite and before I could protest, it was posted on an adult message board with instructions to send the pics back after use. Samantha then took time for me to service her.

Posting my picture apparently pleased her because her pussy was wet and inviting as my tongue made its first contact. Before I was done, I heard her computer ding several times indicating she had received a message. I couldn't see the screen, but I could hear her comments about how I was "a hit" with the virtual facial community. This spurred me to double my efforts to make her cum so I could see what these guys were sending back. Samantha was holding my head with on hand and controlling the mouse with the other. At least ten messages came in as I pleasured her. Finally she tilted her head back and came. I dutifully kept licking until she pulled my head up and told me to stop.

When she pulled me back to a standing position, I got my first look at pictures of anonymous hard cocks being held in front of my picture as if I was blowing them. Natasha was right. It was a perverse turn on knowing these guys got so hard over my picture. It was just a headshot too. It wasn't even R-rated. One of the pictures showed a guy spilling is load on his laptop screen. I'm guessing that voided the warrantee :-)

I looked at Samantha and asked what was next.

"We, well you, have more cleaning to do to get ready for the party. I'm going to send these early responders an email with a different pic and instructions to print it out, cum on it and send it back. Do you have a PO box at school?"

I didn't really want to give out my address, but after some badgering by Samantha I told her how to send mail to the dorm. She chose the picture with me holding my breasts up like an offering and told me the guys will go crazy for this picture. She said to expect to receive pictures with my breasts blasted as well as my face. I was pretty grossed out, but also turned on.

After we were done returning the messages, she put me back to work cleaning the house. Yuri was hosting his monthly poker game and there were usually 8 friends. I started cleaning in the basement. Their basement had a nice finished side which looked like a sports bar including a large poker table, a pool table, a well stocked bar and several flat panel TVs mounted on the wall. There was also an unfinished side she said I didn't have to worry about. After I finished with the basement I moved on to the living room.

"The guys don't care much except the basement, but the house needs a good cleaning and since you're here..." Samantha told me.

About half an hour later Ivan came back home and before I could even say hello he was pushing me down on my knees and unzipping his fly. His cock was already hard as I fished it out of his pants. Nice boy. He must have been thinking about me on his way home. I slurped him good for a few minutes until he brought me over to the couch. This time he let me do the work by sitting down and letting me bounce on top of him until I had a nice juicy cum. I got to taste him this time instead of letting Natasha have all the fun as I licked him clean of our combined fluids. He never said a word. After he was clean he stood up, tucked himself in and walked upstairs. I was left to clean the rest of the house. Samantha did avail herself of my services once more during the day as did Yuri when he returned home from their printing company. I had been expected to perform their bidding, but it wasn't the usual submission I had been expecting and desiring. Still, I was happy and having a great time.

We ate dinner together. This time I served the meal Samantha had cooked. I was still basically naked, although she had given me a ruffled white apron that covered my pussy, but didn't restrict access to prying hands. She also gave me a white ruffled maid's cap which was the only other clothing I was allowed to wear. After serving the meal I was allowed to sit down with them and eat in peace. I expected to be ordered under the table again, but I wasn't. After dinner I did the dishes while Yuri prepared for his guests. I finished with about 15 minutes to spare. I figured I could take a break, but Samantha suggested to Ivan that he take me upstairs and fuck me again until the guests arrived.

"Just don't let her cum this time. I want her horny for later," she instructed her step-son.

I wanted to tell her withholding an orgasm would not affect my horniness. I was ready, willing and lustfully desiring to serve their guests. But instead I meekly followed Ivan to his room. He bent me over his bed much like he had bent me over the table at breakfast and began to plow my field. I did my best to hide my feelings, but he could read my lust like an open book and would stop each time I got too excited. I begged him to let me cum, but he wouldn't. I could hear the guests arriving and I was in a panic to cum before he sent me back downstairs.

"Please let me cum," I begged. I pleaded with him even offering to fuck him again if he visited me at school. Instead he pulled out completely leaving me with my ass in the air, legs spread and feeling very empty.

"I'll tell you what," he said as he opened the drawer on the dresser. "If you wear these at the party, I'll let you cum now."

I looked and he was holding a leather collar and two wrist cuffs. I figured I'd be bound most of the weekend and was disappointed that I had not been so I quickly agreed. Ivan had me sit up on my knees while he affixed the collar from behind. He gave me a nice hug holding my wrists in his strong hands. I began to melt to his touch. After the collar he put the cuffs on me. It felt so erotic to finally be submitting to someone in this family. Again he took my wrists in his hands and gave me a powerful hug from behind. I let out an involuntary moan. He pulled my wrists behind my back and clipped them together. He then pushed me back over into a doggie position. Finally. I was going to get the fucking I'd been dreaming about. He gave my ass and good swat. I said "Thank you master."

He responded by going back to his dresser. I couldn't see what he retrieved, but I was hoping for a nice thick vibrator. Instead I felt a leather strap sliding between my thighs. I didn't bother protesting. I realized pretty quickly he was affixing a chastity belt over my pussy and ass. When I heard the lock snap shut on the back, I knew my orgasm was not coming anytime soon. He then pulled me off the bed and into a standing position.

"My mom has some heels for you in her bedroom. Put them on and come down to the basement."

With that he walked out of the door. I scampered into the master bedroom and just as he said, there were a single pair of high heels sitting in the middle of the room. Fortunately they were strapless. Of course I was realizing the entire day was a setup to get me in this position so I should not have been surprised. I walked back out of the room. I’ve always felt comfortable walking in heels so the stairs were not a problem even without the use of my hands. Ivan and Samantha were in the kitchen. They were both standing waiting for me. Samantha's hand was stroking Ivan's angry looking cock. I realized that as he teased me, he too had not cum. Serves him right, I thought.

"You look great Brooke," Samantha told me. "But there is one thing missing from your outfit. On your knees, please."

She pointed to the floor in front of Ivan. I knew I was about to get a pearl necklace for my jewelry. Once I was in position, she began stroking him harder. I knew they were not blood relatives, but I still felt icky about her giving him a hand job. I didn't have long to worry about it, however, a soon a warm series of jets splattered across my face. Without my hands to protect or clean me, I was forced to let it drip down my checks onto my neck and boobs.

"Much better," she said. "Let's get you downstairs to meet the boys."

I knew I looked like a total submissive slut. But that is what I am and I was ready to prove it. I could hear the sound of the game already in progress as I was led down the stairs. On the final step was a chain leash which Samantha clipped to the collar. "Hold your head high and proud," she instructed me and I did. When we walked around the corner into view, the mouths of all the guys, except Yuri, fell open. Instantly the room went silent as I was paraded over to Yuri's side. Samantha handed him my leash and disappeared into the unfinished side of the basement.

"My friends," Yuri began. "My lovely wife has arranged a present for me which I am going to share with you this evening. Say hello to Brooke. She is our slave for the evening."

"Hello Brooke," went a chorus of voices.

"Say hello Brooke," Yuri commanded.

"Hello everyone. I'm glad to be here," I said.

"As you can see, Brooke loves cum. I figured everyone enjoyed when Natasha attended the last game so this month we've got Brooke."

My mind was spinning. How could he have put his own daughter in this position? Was Ivan's cum dripping off her face too?

"Brooke, here's how our game works," he explained. "We're all going to take our pants off. You're going to crawl under the table. I'll release the cuffs to make it easier. Whoever wins a hand will pat their knee. You will suck their cock until the next hand is over. We play two tournaments a night. Each one goes about 2 hours. When somebody is knocked out, you will be the consolation prize. My lovely wife is setting up a bed for you through that door." He pointed at the access door to the unfinished side. "When a guy is knocked out, he will take you back there. He has the choice of how he wants to get off. He can choose any or all of your holes. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes sir," I responded.

I looked around and there seemed to be complete agreement with the other players that this was a good plan. While they stripped off their pants, Yuri unhooked my wrists. I then climbed under the table and the guys all took their seats. Just like Yuri said, whenever a hand was over, a player would tap his knee and I'd get a mouthful of cock. I was in heaven, although it did take longer than I had anticipated for the first player to be knocked out. My knees were very sore and my mouth was getting tired. Hopefully he'd just want to fuck me missionary position so I could rest a bit.

I never found out his name, but he led me to the "fuck room" anyway. What I found shocked me. There was a twin mattress, no surprise there. But on the mattress was a life size poster of myself naked, holding my breasts and spreading my legs. It was one of the last poses Samantha had me in last night. She was sitting in a chair next to the bed with her camera in hand. There was a video camera on a tripod poised to capture my debasement. I flooded the chastity belt with juices.

"Come here and let me free that cute little pussy you've got," she said.

Once my holes were available for his viewing and fucking pleasure, she told me to straddle my poster doggie style. The man immediately got behind me and went to town on my pussy. He wasn't gentle and he didn't seem concerned with helping me get off. He was using me for his pleasure. Samantha was taking pictures of me, although I could tell she was framing the shots so my anonymous stud would not be identified. He came before I could build to a climax. But he didn't come inside of me. Apparently he had been at the game where Natasha was the entertainment and knew the rules  because he pulled out and shot his load all over the poster. He then thanked me and slapped my ass. I held my position as he walked out the door.

"He probably lost on purpose so he could go first," Samantha told me. I didn't have time for a conversation as the door opened and another man walked in. He was a little limp so I had to suck him again to get him into full erection. He said he didn't want my messy pussy after Julian had been there and I felt a thick dollop of lube hit my brown eye followed by a penetrating finger. I braced for the invasion and it felt good. As he was sawing away at my ass I asked Samantha if I could finger myself.

"Of course dear," she said. "Come all you like. But I'm going to take pictures."

By that time I was too far gone to care about her camera. I fingered my clit for all I was worth trying desperately to cum before he did. I succeeded. In fact I think my cum triggered his. I felt him pop out of my ass, but he didn't spray my poster like Julian had. Gripping his dick, he sprinted around me and dropped his load on my poster's face. Watching him cum like that triggered another wave of mini-climaxes ripping through my body.

By the time he was done I was panting. I also felt very empty. Fortunately the parade of men getting knocked out of the game was accelerating. I don't know if they were just getting bad cards or having a run of bad luck, but I wanted to think they really just wanted to get their turn with me. By the time the first game was over, I'd been fucked by all the men in both my ass and pussy. I'd blown most of them and all of them had deposited their loads on my poster. It was a slimy mess of crusty dried cum all over my face, breasts and pussy. Stephanie helped me upstairs to take a quick shower while the men prepared for the second game.

She led me still naked out of the master bathroom after my shower. I felt alive and refreshed. I hoped the guys would still be able to all get hard for me again. Like I had felt at Mr. Thompson's sales party, getting gang-banged by a group of horny men was a huge turn on. I knew I'd be sore tomorrow, but tonight, I wasn't going to let them down. I was going to fuck until they couldn't fuck any more.

As we walked down the hallway toward the stairs, we heard music playing in Ivan's room. Samantha told me to wait a moment. She wanted to check on her son to see what his plans were. She opened the door and walked inside. She didn't shut the door. I saw the shocked looks on the faces of two of his friends sitting on his bed as they eyed my nude form standing in the hallway. I heard the music turn off and then Samantha having a conversation with Ivan. It was typical mother/son banter. His friends continued to sit slack jawed wondering what was happening. Ivan then walked to the door blocking their view before asking me if I was enjoying myself. I assured him that I was and he told me to come inside his room. His mother passed me and told him to send me back downstairs when he was done.

Ivan's friends couldn't believe their luck, although I'm sure it wasn't a coincidence. What better way for him to score points with his buddies that to make sure they got their dicks sucked? I was positioned on my knees gobbling the small cock of his youngest friend while I firmly stroked the cock of his other friend and Ivan with my free hands. The boys seemed content to let me do all the work rotating around me taking turns with my mouth. Each time they would shift I would beg them to fuck me, but Ivan insisted that oral was all his dad would allow.

"Sorry, but he wants to protect that pussy and ass for his boys," he told them.

I didn't understand that logic since both my holes had already been well used. Perhaps the real reason was Ivan just wanted me hosed down by his buddies. Whatever the reason, they didn’t seem to mind and I walked back downstairs having just taken three more loads on my face and ready to stick the next cock I saw in my pussy. There was a loud round of applause when I walked back down the stairs. The boy's cum was dripping down my face onto my chest. I curtsied as the men gave me the positive affirmation I desired. I was ready to crawl back under the table when Yuri told me to stop. He also hit the pause button on the poker timer.

The men must have been expecting what happened next. They all stood up and setup their chairs in a line. Yuri also tossed me a towel and told me to wipe the cum off my body. Somebody switched the stereo to a bump and grind beat and I was told to give the boys a show with my best stripper dance moves. I'd never even see a real stripper dance, but I could guess what they wanted. I teased them as best I could and swayed my hips seductively. I fondled and pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit. Yuri then told me to give lap dances. Again I didn't have any reference point, but I could guess what he wanted. The men all seemed to forgive my lack of experience. Most of them cupped my ass and bounced me on their laps as I swayed to the music and tried to get whatever contact with my clit I could muster. A few of the men preferred playing with my nipples and Yuri simply turned me around so I was facing all the guys as he masturbated me to a thunderous orgasm. Again a loud round of applause followed. A normal girl would have been ashamed to have cum so obviously in front of such a group. But I'm not normal. It got me off even harder.

After I calmed down Yuri announced it was time for the second game to begin. Once again I was on my knees under the table. Apparently the second game is quite a bit looser than the first. I could tell by how the guys were betting that somebody would be out soon. I also was determined to make one of the guys cum while sitting at the table. I did my best. I sucked them like a Hoover over a dusty carpet, but apparently since they'd all cum at least once already, nobody was ready to blast off so quickly. My pussy continued to simmer. I knew soon I'd have a nice cock inside me. I fingered my clit so I could at least have some pleasure while I waited for the first man to be knocked out. Fortunately that happened only 15 minutes into the second game.

The guy didn't seem too upset as he led me to the back room. I was expected a repeat performance from game 1, but when I reached the mattress, my cum covered picture was gone. This didn't seem to bother the guy. In fact I think he preferred that I could now lie down and wrap my legs around his waist as he penetrated me. All the guys, in fact, seemed better the second time around. They each lasted longer; at least that was my perception. I did get DP'ed twice as two guys arrived at the same time and by the time it was over, I was a slimy cum covered mess. Apparently they planned to cum on me this time since my poster was gone. Not that I cared. I was struggling to open my cum crusted eyes and my pussy and ass were sore, but I was in heaven. I don't remember how many times I came, but I do remember Yuri telling me to masturbate for the group one more time at the end. It was decadent, it was sexy and I came hard. The guys applauded again and Stephanie appeared to guide me back upstairs. This time she didn't take me to the shower. She said I should wear their cum as a reminder of what a slut I was. I asked if I could lick her pussy one final time. Obviously that was not an offer she was going to refuse.

I woke the next morning having another sexy dream. Just like the day before, when I woke I found Natasha cuddling me and her finger penetrating my defenseless pussy.

"Good morning sleepyhead," she said. "I saw the pictures, you were great."

I was enjoying her fingers too much to respond, but eventually all good things come to an end and her mom was again at the door telling us to shower and come down to breakfast. Once again Natasha and I were naked at the table. Once again I serviced Ivan and Yuri while Natasha and Samantha masturbated to the show. This time they both shot in my mouth instead of on my face. I appreciated that as I had just showered. After they were done, Samantha said it was time for me to head over to Christina's house. With all the fucking I'd endured, I'd forgotten about my promise to give her husband his first piece of black ass.

Samantha wrote the address and directions on a piece of paper. She also gave me my poster from last night. The ink ran where the cum had splattered it. I looked like a total slut. Samantha had thoughtfully put the poster in a frame (so I'd have some decorations for the wall in my door room she said) and gave me a deep passionate kiss before she sent me on my way.

I would have been happy to just head back to campus, but I wanted to be invited to the next "hen" party so I drove straight to Christina's house. Once inside I was immediately stripped and pushed onto my knees to prepare her husband's cock to service me. He ended up doing me from behind while I ate his wife's pussy. I didn't cum, but both of them did. Christina didn't seem to care about my needs. Once her husband had broken his interracial cherry, my satisfaction was inconsequential. They had me dress and sent me on my way with directions to Elizabeth, the third woman who had bid on me's, house.

Elizabeth seemed content to just give me a bare ass spanking. She didn't want me to service her. She just wanted to paddle my behind. At least she had the grace and courtesy to finger me every so often until I finally came bent over her lap and it was time to go back to school.

Thankfully Alice wasn't in our dorm room when I arrived. I hid my poster in my closet and took another shower. Alice arrived back to the dorm a few hours later. Everything seemed fine although we didn't talk about our respective weekends. She'd never understand mine anyway.

On Wednesday I got a letter in the mail. Actually it wasn't a letter but an inkjet print out of my head shot smeared with cum. The return address was from somebody on the other side of the country. Apparently my picture was making the rounds. Natasha was right. That night as I looked at the crusty image, I got turned on thinking about how some stranger got excited enough to spray my picture. It was kind of flattering in a way. The next day another 2 pictures arrived and I began to make a scrapbook for all the mementos my anonymous boy toys were sending me. I also started wondering about what kind of party I could find this weekend. My mistress would be home on Sunday and I certainly wasn't going to waste Friday and Saturday nights prime hunting season waiting in the dorm.