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Chapter Thirteen
It takes about 15 minutes before Donald escorts all three of his slaves out to the car. All of us still have our wrists cuffed behind our backs, but only Amy Sue is wearing a slave collar and leash. Both Allison and Amy Sue are also bare ass naked, while I am wearing my one-string-only bottom bikini. Donald escorts me to the car by gently leading me by the arm, while Allison follows behind and tows Amy Sue behind her by her leash.
When we get to the car, Donald tells me to stand there patiently and wait, and then he tells both Allison and Amy Sue to get into the back seat of the car. Of course, the top is down. Once they get in, he has them both turn sideways, back to back, and then locks their wrists cuffs together. Then, one by one, he pulls their legs up and outward until their legs are hanging over the sides of the car, thereby exposing their tits and cunts to anyone walking or driving by.
He then helps me get into the front passenger seat, and moments later we are off. As we drive away, he pulls his cock from his pants and then tells me that he needs a good, slow BJ. I just give him a dirty smile, lean over sideways, and do my best to satisfy my Master’s wish.
I continue to give him a slow BJ, and just before he blows I feel the car stop. He doesn’t want to wreck when he pops, so he pulls over. I don’t hear anything from the two in the back, so I continue to suck. Or, should I say, I continue to ‘deep throat’, his big cock. It only takes about 30 seconds or so more before he paints my throat with his sperm. God, his jizz tastes good!
It’s about 90 minutes before sunrise when we stop again. This time I recognize that we’re on the outskirts of Donald’s town. Donald just tells me to stay in the car and then he helps both Allison and Amy Sue get their tired bones out. After all, both have a commitment that they must fulfill before reaching home. Donald explains to Amy Sue that they are on the edge of town, and his condo is about two miles away. He also says that they should be there by 10 AM.
‘Hell,’ I wonder. That’s more than 4 hours from now. Surely they can walk faster than that?’ Amy Sue wonders the same thing. She also asks if it will take that long. Allison only smiles and comments that it will take every bit that long to get home. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Allison is planning to fuck her way home.
As Allison and Amy Sue begin to walk away, Donald and I just sit there admiring their wiggling asses as they strut down the sidewalk. I have always loved to watch Amy Sue wiggle and waddle her naked butt. But, Allison has her beat. God, her ass is beautiful. Even when it’s bright red and striped from the cane. Well, maybe even more beautiful when it’s bright red and striped from the cane.
“Seen enough,” Donald says as he sees me starring at those two beautiful asses walking away from us. “Let’s get outta here. Don’t worry about them. As long as Amy Sue stays with Allison, she will be safe. Everyone in town knows Allison. They also know that Allison is my step-sister, and they all know that if anyone harms her I will make their lives miserable. She’s safer walking naked in this town that she would be walking fully clothed anywhere else.”
With that he floors the petal and our Camaro roars to life. In less than five minutes we are back in his condo. Of course, I am still almost naked and still have my wrists cuffed behind my back. It appears that he has no plans to give me my freedom as long as I am living with him. But, who cares. He’s been good to me so far. Why should that change? But, down deep I know that we cannot stay. Neither Amy Sue nor I are looking for a long-term relationship. We’re merely looking for hot cock and a series of one-night stands.
While I am day dreaming about what’s next in Amy Sue’s and my future, David proves that he’s a man’s man and begins to cook breakfast. It’s not just any breakfast. It’s a four-star gourmet’s delight. It includes just about everything that you could get at a fancy restaurant. When everything is ready, he has me once again kneel beside his chair as he, once again, feeds me like I’m a dog. Or, a slave. Either way, I get hand fed the most delicious breakfast.
As we eat, he also asks me about where we are headed and what we plan to do once we get there. I explain that our only goal is to suck and fuck our way around the country. Our first Best Coast stop will be Seattle, but we also plan to spend some time in Portland, San Francisco, LA and San Diego before heading home. We figure that by the time we get back to New York City – with no timetable for accomplishing that goal – we probably will be ready for that ‘walking, talking baby factory’ life that most women dream about. But, so far our only dream has been about big cocks and wet cunts.
He explains that there is very little to see and experience between his fair city and Seattle. It’s inhabited by a bunch of ultra-conservative radicals and religious nutcases. He tells us to especially be careful of those belonging to the militant groups and the fundamentalist bible-thumpers, and that we probably will meet both at some time during our trip. Both can be very intolerant like to use violence to convert non-believers. He reminded me that Tim McVeigh was one of those nut cases before he blew up the Federal Building in Oklahoma City. They wouldn’t worry about killing two young sluts.
In addition, he warned me that after we leave his area the cops can be very mean and dirty. So, we better get through that area as quickly as possible. He also suggested that we keep our bodies covered as much as possible, for some of these rednecks will see our lifestyle as the work of the devil, and eliminating the devil is part of their religion.
When I tell him that the only clothes that we own right now are sexy, Fuck Me! style party dresses for clubbing and bikinis for daytime traveling, he suggests that we always keep our bikini tops on and make sure that any party dress we wear covers our tits. After all, he reminds me, that it’s better to be safe than sorry when traveling through this area.
Just as he finishes scaring the shit out of me, Allison and Amy Sue arrive. Both look like they’ve been the featured performer at a fraternity party. Both have red marks on their tits and asses, and I can see cum dripping from both of their cunts. After what Donald has just told me, I now wish that I had walked home with them, for that may be the last partying that we do until we arrive in Seattle.
After a brief discussion with Amy Sue, we decide that it’s time for us to hit the road again. I tell her about Donald’s warnings, so we decide to go back to wearing our bikini’s during the daytime. We also decide to keep our cover-ups within an arm’s reach while driving. So, while Allison and Amy Sue have some breakfast, and while Amy Sue washes her cum-soaked body in the shower, I go down to the car and retrieve our suitcases.
However, while I am down at the car, Donald shows up with a surprise. He’s got two new license plates, a new car registration certificate, and two new driver’s licenses for our temporary use. He explains that these will provide us with some protection in case we run into the only cop in the Big Sky Country that honors Horatio’s A-P-B (All Points Bulletin) for our arrest. He also tells us that if we run into any cops that give us a hard time, make our first phone call to him. It seems that he’s much better connected that I ever thought.
Both Amy Sue and I are getting a bit fatigued, be we also realize that we need to get our bodies back onto a daylight oriented schedule, so we pack up and head off. I tell Amy Sue that she can have the first nap shift while I drive, and I will wake her up when I begin to get drowsy. So, away we go. Surprisingly, I have caught my second wind, for I don’t feel the need to have her relieve me.
I’m not sure how many miles we travel (enough to put us on our second tank of gas for the day), but eventually we come to a small town located somewhere along I-90 sometime after sunset. By then I am exhausted and we decide that it’s time to stop for the night. With any luck we will be in Seattle by this time tomorrow. We’re not sure if this town will have any sugar daddies willing to exchange room and board for some young pussy. But, there’s only one way to find out. So, we go looking for nice bar for some ‘beverages’.
As we drive around town, I notice that there doesn’t appear to be any establishments that are hopping. Dives and working-class cowboy bars are all that we see. Now, there’s nothing against working class cowboys, but those guys don’t normally have enough spending money to wine and dine girls like us in the fashion that we expect. All they want is sluts who give it away or cheap whores. We are neither.
But we also know that we can’t go walking around this conservative little town in our bikinis, so we find a local gas station where we change into one of our clubbing dresses. While at the station I ask one of the attendants, a hot looking cowgirl, about any local dance clubs. She says that the only place she knows about is a bar two exits up the freeway. She says it’s really a tittie bar, but a lot of single women go there, too.
We assume that the term ‘tittie bar’ refers to a strip club and we’re really not strip club gals. But, right now we’re on a cock hunt and beggars can’t be choosers. We need cocks that can provide food, drinks, and a place to spend the night. So, we decide to head up the road and see if there are any sugar daddies or rich cougars hanging out at this tittie bar.
“B-T-W,” (By-the-way) she tell us as we are leaving the station. “It’s a Free Boobie Night at the bar. Any woman entering the bar without a male escort must have her boobies completely exposed and totally uncovered.”
Hell, if she only knew what we’ve been through this past six months. Amy Sue suggests that we go back and get our topless swim suits, but I tell her that we should ‘continue to live dangerously’. So, we take off for the tittie bar wearing our ‘Fuck Me!’ dresses.
The club looks very unusual from the outside. It looks like many other roadhouses, except we see some 18-wheelers parked in a vacant lot across the street. In the main parking lot we see everything from foreign compacts to big luxury cars. We even see several ‘Texas Cadillac’s’ (big, expensive, fully loaded pickups). We park our little Camaro right between one of the ‘Texas Cadillac’s’ and a very expensive looking Mercedes. Now, if we can only identify the owners of either of these two vehicles we should eat and sleep (well maybe not sleep) well tonight.
As we prepare to enter, one of the bouncers sees us and thinks we’re dancers and tells us that “the Dancer’s Entrance is around back”. After convincing him that the only dancing we will be doing tonight is on some lucky guys cock, we pay the cover charge (something that we would never do elsewhere) and gain entrance. (Later we learn that if we had worn our topless bathing suits we would have gotten in free.)
As we enter I see a check girl wearing a ‘Peek-A-Boo’ dress (a sexy, skin-tight, club style mini dress with two cutouts that allow her tits to ‘Peek-A-Boo’ through the dress) waving to us. We stop long enough to hear her say “May I check your dresses, ladies? This is Free Boobie Night, and all women without male escorts, no matter what their age or appearance, are required to have their naked boobies on display whenever in this club.”
Amy Sue then tells her that we are commando under our dresses. Her only reply is: ‘so what?’ Now we realize that the girl at the gas station was not kidding us. So, I look at Amy Sue and she merely nods her head. About a minute later we hand the check girl our dresses and prepare to enter the club bare ass naked. However, before we are permitted into the club’s main room, we are forced to place a choker around our necks. The choker has what appears to be a ruby in its center and is actually a nice looking piece of jewelry.
As we enter the main room of the club, and after our eyes adjust to the reduced lighting, I see that there are a lot of single guys just hanging around, drinking, and talking. Ditto for single women. But, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of co-mingling among the two groups. Most of the mixed couples we see are those that came together earlier (or at least they came together long enough for the girl to gain entry without baring her boobs).
We see an open table over in the corner. Its right beside another with four women – all wearing clubbing dresses that fully exposed their tits – sitting, talking, and having a good time. After we take our seats, one of the four leans over and tells us that there are only a few servers available and if we want anything to drink we probably need to go get it ourselves. I tell Amy Sue to protect our table and I will go get the drinks. One of the four also tells me that drinks are on the house for any woman brave enough to be totally naked.
As I am leaning on the bar waiting for the barmaid to deliver two vodka tonics I feel a hand feeling up my ass. When I turn I see a guy standing there ogling my ass. He’s a real dork – one that I would never pay any attention to if given a choice. I know that if I make a scene it will only get worse. So, I just turn around and try to ignore him. Only, his next move is to reach between my legs and begin to run his fingers along my cunt lips.
“Hands off the merchandise, Bub!” It’s the barmaid, who is totally naked above the waist. All she’s wearing is a very small G-string thong covering her twat, and she’s telling him to leave me alone. “You have to wait to see if she’ll get picked for the ‘line’ tonight before you can sample the merchandise.”
“But, she’s totally naked,” he replies. “You know what that means.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about, and I must have shown it, too. For when I turn to get our drinks, the barmaid leans over to me and asks, “You’re new here, aren’t you?”
I tell her that I just arrived with a friend about an hour ago and I am looking for a sugar daddy to take care of me tonight. She smiles and says that I have a lot to learn about their little club.
Suddenly all of the lights in the club begin flashing on and off. At the same time I see that the barmaid is also wearing a choker similar to mine around her neck. Only the red ruby on her choker is now flashing on and off.
“Oh, fuck!” the barmaid yells. “Not again.”
Without saying another word, she steps from behind the bar and walks towards the center of the club where she and two other women, each with flashing red chokers, stop and stand with their arms over their heads. Suddenly three sets of chains drops from the ceiling. Each chain has a set of wrists cuffs attached to its bottom. Once the chains are low enough, each girl reaches up and secures her wrists in the cuffs.
Then, once all three are locked, the chains raise again until each girl is standing with her arms fully extended over her head. As the club lights go back to normal, I see a group of people – mainly guys, but there are some gals doing it, too – descend upon the three women and begin to feel their bodies up. One guy even begins to suck on the barmaid’s tits.
“God,” the guy who had been feeling my ass comments as I begin to walk away from the bar. “I hope you get picked for the ‘line’ later tonight.”
When I get back to our table I see that Amy Sue is now sitting with the group of four at the next table. Only she’s the fourth. One of the original four is missing. I ask what’s going on, and the original three all begin to tell me about the ‘line’. One tells me that our little chokers are not jewelry. Actually they are electronic signaling devices, and once an hour the club’s computer randomly picks three single girls to volunteer to be part of the ‘line’ in the center of the club. In fact, another comments, that one of the three currently hanging by wrists cuffs in the center of the club while getting groped is one of their friends that was sitting with them earlier.
They also tell me that the ‘line’ is a club tradition, and that everyone who comes here knows that on Free Boobie Night all single women entering the bar must do so bare chested. Not only that, but each also must make herself available for fondling and groping as part of the ‘line’ if she is picked through a random drawing. She then asks us if we had been informed prior to our entry and Amy Sue explains that all we knew is that all single women had to keep their tits naked and on display.
“How about how you’re dressed,” one of the three asks. “Didn’t anyone explain that any body part that is naked is subject to groping and fondling? Since you’re totally naked, both of you are subject to having everything fondled, fingered, used and abused.”
Naturally this is the first that either of us has heard about any of these rules. Next, I ask the unforgiveable. What if someone refuses to participate in the ‘line’? The alpha of the group very quickly says that one must never refuse if selected. First of all, it’s against the code of the club, and everyone who comes here on Free Boobie Night knows about the rules and what happens if you are chosen.
Besides, she further explains, the owner of the club is also the Township Constable. The last time someone refused, he had her arrested, charged with prostitution, and she was sentenced to 10 years in the Woman’s Reformatory. (Later I learn that the Woman’s Reformatory is really a state-owned and run whorehouse.)
As we are talking, the lights begin to flash again. This time I see a smaller red light flashing and I look over to the three sitting with us. The alpha gal’s choker is now flashing red.
“Oh, fuck,” she comments. “I guess I get to join Patty up front. Oh, well. It’s been so long since I’ve had any cum on my tits and it probably will feel good.”
Chapter Fourteen
After she leaves, there are only four of us sitting at the table. I ask the others how long they will have to stay there. I am told that once selected, each girl must hang by her wrists with her tits, and sometimes other body parts, exposed until closing time. At closing time, each girl is taken back to the private party room, where they become ‘glory hole’ girls. She doesn’t need to explain to me what that means. Now I also understand the other girls comments about ‘cum on my tits’.
The one thing that really strikes me funny is that no guys are bothering to hit in any of us. All four of us are young, sexy, good looking gals sitting there with our tits exposed to the world. But, no guys are trying to hustle us. Not exactly what Amy Sue and I want. I mention to Amy Sue that maybe we should find another place to hunt cock.
That’s when the quieter of the two remaining tells me that we cannot leave until all of the ‘line’ girls have been selected. Once we enter, we must stay until the club’s official closing time, which is 2 AM, or until sunrise when the private party room closes.
“That is,” she concludes while giving me a naughty smile. “Unless you want to get arrested for prostitution.”
We continue talking for a while. I’m not sure how long passes, but eventually the house lights begin to flash again. This time I see multiple red lights begin to flash. I look over at Amy Sue and both of our newfound friends, and all three of them have red lights flashing on their chokers.
“Ah, shit,” one of the newfound friends says as she begins to stand up. “I guess I know what we’ll be having for dinner tonight. Or, is that breakfast in the morning.”
“Boy, are you going to be popular,” the second newfound friend says to Amy Sue. “Totally naked means all three holes are available. You’re going to be one tired, and probably sore, broad in the morning. Well, cunts, let’s go get fondled and fingered.”
Just that quickly I am now sitting at a table all by myself. No one to talk to. Now I really want one of the guys to come by and try to hustle me. Or, is that I want one or two to come by so that I can hustle them. But, W-T-F? (What the fuck?) What’s going on here? Where are all the cocks? I need a good meal and am willing to fuck anything with a cock to get it. Where are all the horny guys?
Instead of sitting there alone, I decide to roam and see if I can get picked up. But, once again, I can’t understand why nobody is hitting on me. It’s never happened before. I’ve always got some horny guy – usually an older one at that – trying to get into my cunt. Tonight is very unusual. Where is that dork that was feeling my ass earlier? Even a dork like him can buy me dinner right?
As I walk towards the bar, I notice that the room now appears to be dominated by women. Then I look up to the ‘line’ and see that most of the guys are up there getting free feels and more. Amy Sue appears to have three guys hanging off her bod. The bartender also is one busy pussy right now. I can see two guys sucking on her tits and a third guy is on his knees with his face in her ass. God even that would feel good right now.
Right before I reach the bar I see a table of three BBW MILFs who apparently are just sitting there and watching me walk by. Each one is wearing a very fancy, and sexy, spaghetti strap clubbing dress that has been modified so that their tits stick through the bodice. As I begin to pass their table, one of them reaches over and feels my cunt. But, instead of making it a quick group, I feel her middle finger try to penetrate my lips.
“Why don’t you join us,” one of them says to me. “There’s only one more drawing left, and after that it will only be us girls.”
“Let me get a drink first,” I reply.
But, the one with a finger in my cunt doesn’t want to stop, so she tells one of her friends to go get me a drink while she uses her other hand to pull me towards their table. As I am quickly pulled into a vacant chair I feel a second finger penetrate my puss. God, I want to tell her to stop, but right now I am both horny and frustrated and am willing to fuck anything with legs.
“What do you mean,” I ask, “when you say that after the next drawing it will only be us girls?”
“Oh, my,” another of them replies. “You are new. I thought so. Hell, honey, the only ones getting any cock tonight are the lucky ladies up on the ‘line’. At closing time, which is only about 30 minutes from now, they will be taken back to the private party to become ‘glory hole’ girls. As for the rest of us girls, we will be asked to leave. That’s why we keep coming back to this place. In this town it’s the only way for a single girl to get any cock without becoming a walking, talking baby factory.”
When the gal who was sent to fetch my drink gets back, she announces that ‘Last Call’ will be in 5 minutes. Again, I must look puzzled when the woman with fingers in my cunt explains that tonight ‘Last Call’ refers to the last random drawing of the ‘line’ girls. Suddenly I was feeling guilty – no, make that jealous – of Amy Sue’s position up on the ‘line’ and am secretly wanting to join her.
But, like the rest of the women in the club, I cannot control that fate. It’s all up to the luck of the computer draw. As I look around the room, I realize that my chances of joining Amy Sue are very slim. There appears to be at least 50 sets of bouncing bare boobies in the room. But, only three bare breasted women will be chosen. I can only hope and dream.
“If none of us are chosen for the ‘line’,” the gal with her fingers in my cunt says. “We’re all going to go back to my place for a little lesbo party. Since you haven’t told me to take my fingers away from your cunt, I am assuming that you like it. Would you like to join us if you don’t get chosen for the ‘glory hole’ squad?”
Well, what I really need is a nice hard cock. But, a sopping wet pussy may have to do for tonight. But, I decide to push my luck before answering her directly.
“Well,” I reply. “My friend and I just got into town a couple of hours ago. What I really need is something to eat.”
Of course, as soon as that comment escapes my mouth I realize that I should have chosen my words more carefully. Really, not even a comedian’s straight man could have set her up for the punch line better than I just did.
“Honey,” she replies. “Come home with us and you can have all that you want to eat. (pause) You can even have some food.”
Suddenly the lights in the room begin flashing again. Just as quickly I see a small red light blinking on and off. One of the girls at our table has just been picked as one of the final three to join tonight’s ‘line’. I look over to the woman who’s been fingering me for the last 10-15 minutes and see that her choker is now flashing red. She’s one of the last to be picked. Now, I’m really frustrated. Not only am I not going to be on the ‘line’, but my perverted friend is now withdrawing her fingers from my twat.
“Well, ladies,” I say. “What were you saying about a lesbo party?”
“Wait,” one of the other replies. “There’s one other lottery yet to come. It’s for the ‘clean-up girls.”
I give them a look. I don’t know why, for I know exactly what a ‘clean-up girl’ is. After all, I‘ve been one a time or two. But, for some reason just hearing the term makes me react as if I am surprised. Now, I really want my little red choker to flash soon as I am daydreaming about all of the used cocks, faces, cunts, and assholes that I will be asked to clean.
About five minutes later all of the house lights come on bright and there is an announcement over the loudspeakers that the club is closing for the night. I look towards the center of the room and see all of the girls in the ‘line’ getting led by the chains cuffed to their wrists towards the back of the club. By now all of the guys are in the back of the club, and all of the women who are not in the ‘line’ are getting escorted towards the door.
“I thought that there would be an announcement about a ‘clean-up girl’?” I ask as one of the others escorts me towards the club’s main entrance.
“Oh, they’ve already been selected,” one of the others says. “They just haven’t been notified yet. It could be any of us. But, we must leave now. If we don’t get stopped at the door we will know that we were not selected tonight. If we don’t leave peacefully we will be arrested and charged with prostitution.”
I am now understanding about all of the warnings Donald gave me earlier today about how we would be driving through a very sexist, male dominated area. I don’t know if the club owner is just a sexist pig or a member of one of the male oriented fundamentalist religions that populate the area. Hell, he could be a FLDS leader (fundamentalist wing of the LDS church that still practices polygamy) for all I know. But, right now I really don’t care. I just want access to some cock.
Suddenly as we continue to walk towards the main door I feel two hands on my ass cheeks. I look both directions and see that two of the ladies that were sitting that the table are now on each side of me and each one is reaching behind my back and is feeling up one of my ass cheeks. Well, I really want some cock. But, if that’s not available, maybe I can get my pussy and ass licked until I cum.
So, instead of complaining I just reach behind me, place my hand on top of theirs, and push down slightly in a circular motion. They get the idea and begin to caress my ass cheeks even more aggressively. Then, I withdraw my arms, reach across the front of their bodies, and begin to finger their cunts. When in Rome….
“By the way,” the BBW on my left (and feeling up my right ass cheek) says. “I’m Bev. My horny friend over there (she nods with her head towards the BBW walking on my right while feeling up my left ass cheek) is Betty. We really would like to be your dates for the evening. Care to join us at the Bitches Party?”
There is a line at the check stand, as every woman in the place that did not get picked is turning her red ruby choker back into the club. It takes about 10 minutes for the three of us to make our way up to the stand, and when we hand the check girl all three of our chokers, she suddenly hears a beeping sound.
Suddenly, one of my friends leans over to me and says that one of us will be spending the night sucking cum, cunt, and ass juices. Of course, none of us know who it is. Neither does the check girl since we handed all three of the chokers in at once.
“OK, you three,” she says. “One of you has been selected as a ‘clean-up’ girl for tonight. Now, whose choker is this?”
All three of us look at the choker in question, then each other. Obviously I am the smallest of the three of us, and therefore have the smallest neck circumference. The neck girl looks at the two other chokers, and it’s obvious that the one that she claims has beeped is the smallest of the three. So, she tells me to step forward and she attempts to re-lock the choker around my neck. Unfortunately, it’s an exact fit. It’s my choker.
“Bingo!” the check girl comments. “I know my boss is planning to have a lot of fun with you. Now, which dress is yours?”
When she comes back, Bev reaches out and grabs my dress and purse before I can take either from the check girl. When I protest to the girl, she just shrugs her shoulders and mumbles something about ‘it’s not my problem now’. I look at Betty for help. But, she quickly leans over and whispers in my ear that if I voluntarily come with them, tonight will be a special night for us all.
Then, she and her friend both reach behind me again and play grab ass with my cheeks. I’m so horny now that I don’t care who is fondling my ass. I just want somebody to kiss and lick it. Just as I am beginning to enjoy them fingering my ass, I feel them reach up, each one grabs one of my wrists, and then they each pull my arms together behind my back. Then, I hear the sound that’s become all too familiar on this trip:
CLICK!
“Oh, she must be the last cleanup-girl for tonight,” the check girl comments. “Save me a space so that I can have some fun when I’m done here.”
“Wait,” I reply. “I can’t leave now. Amy Sue, my friend and traveling companion, is in the back room and I can’t leave her. How will she catch up with me if you take me to your house?”
“First, we’re not going home right now,” Bev comments. “We’re going to the Bitches Party instead. Besides, our hubbies and our sons are all in the back room, too. One of us will be coming back here to pick them up at sunrise. Besides, you may want to meet our boys. Each has a huge cock and knows how to use it. Trust us. Each is a great fuck.”
With that, I am led out of the club to a waiting van. I am pushed into the back of the van without anyone saying another word. I am not sure what is going on, but I am sure that before the night is over I will have at least one of my holes used or abused. And, right now, I don’t care which one. All I know is that I need fucked bad.
We drive down the road and back into town. We come past a small storefront, where I see a line of women standing outside waiting to get into the facility. Our van pulls around the corner and into a back parking lot. When we stop, I am removed and led into the back of one of the units. When I get inside, I see a room with about four Queening Stools, or at least what are called Queening Stools in the BDSM clubs that I have attended.
Each stool is sits about 14” off the floor and has a circular seat opening on the top and an ‘U’ shaped opening in the back for the ‘clean-up’ girl’s head to enter the unit. Each stool has a head support pillow that can be adjusted to raise the ‘clean-up’ girl’s head to hold her nose and mouth even with the seat opening. The device also has a set of wrists cuffs on the outside, so that when the ‘clean-up’ girl’s head is in position, her wrists can be locked into place, thereby keeping her from escaping
Three of the stools are now occupied with naked women lying on their backs with their faces pulled up and into the bottom of the stool. Each of the women also has her wrists cuffed to the outside of the stool while the rest of her body is fully exposed as she is lying flat on the floor. In addition, they all also have 4’ wide spreader bars locked on each ankle keeping her legs spread wide open. From that position, her face and her cunt are easily accessible to whoever wants to use them.
All three of the stools are also occupied on the top with partially-naked women getting either their pussies or assholes licked by the ‘clean-up’ girl locked into the bottom of the stool. Obviously, the only unused stool appears to be reserved for me, or should I say my face. Both of my friends lead me over to the vacant stool, where they stop long enough to release my wrists from their cuffs behind my back.
“Since you’re new here,” Betty explains. “On Free Bobbie Night there are always four silent drawings. We teased you when we called those drawings ‘clean-up girls’. Well, the winners of those silent drawings do spend the night in ‘clean-up’ duty, but not at the glory hole as we led you to believe.”
“This is the Bitches Party. It’s where all of the women in attendance at the club who were not picked for the ‘line’ and glory hole duty can come for some relief. Yes, you were picked for ‘clean-up’ duty. Now, just lie down and we will arrange for you to spend the rest of the night ‘cleaning-up’ wet, sticky, horny cunts and assholes.”
I want to argue, but then the sounds of wet tongues going into and out of wet cunts and assholes becomes music to my ears. So, I obediently lie down, let them position my head so that my nose and mouth are even with the top of the seat, and then let them cuff my wrists and legs into position. Then, before I know it, Bev suddenly sits down on the seat, pulls her legs wide apart, and exposes her pretty, pink slit. Well, I may not be a brain scientist, but I do know what to do. It’s time to put my tongue to good use.
However, while I am providing ‘lip service’ to Bev I feel someone begin to tongue fuck my slit. Later I discover that person is Betty. Eventually I feel both sets of my pussy lips get a wide on as Betty’s tongue enters my snatch. ‘Damn! Sheee’s goooood!’ is what I want to yell. But, at the time my tongue is busy, and I don’t want to piss off Bev.
While Betty is servicing my puss, I continue to do the same Bev’s cunt while she sits on my face. After about 60 seconds of tongue fucking her puss, she shifts so that her clit is directly over my mouth. I know exactly what she wants and quickly begin to suck on her clit. Although I cannot see anything but her pussy, I do hear her breathing begin to get rather excited.
I know that she’s getting close, so I double my efforts to increase her pleasure. Suddenly, she gets very tense and really pushes her pussy down tight against my face. As I continue to pleasure her clit, suddenly I feel her cum juices flooding my face. Manna from heaven. Two things that I cannot get enough of are male and female cum. I love the taste of both. And, although I have been known to eat a creampie from time to time, I prefer cum direct from the source.
As Bev cums on my face, I feel my own state getting near the point of no return. As I am really into my own pleasures, Bev momentarily shifts again. Only, she doesn’t get off the stool. She only shifts so that now her rosebud is directly over my mouth and my nose is forced up into her ass crack.
Chapter Fifteen
I’m not sure how many women make me ‘clean-up’ their pusses or a-holes, but I am kept busy most of the night. Suddenly, a very familiar cunt is pushed into my face. One that I have not only seen, but I also have licked many times before. But, most of all, it’s reeking with cum and cream-pies. My favorite breakfast foods. So, without a word, I just extend my talented tongue and begin my ‘clean-up’ routine on Amy Sue’s cum-filled twat.
But, just as I am getting into cleaning-up Amy Sue’s cunt, I feel someone unlocking my ankles from the spreader bar. Then, just as soon as they are free, I feel someone pulling my legs upwards and outwards, which I know is also lifting my ass up from the floor and totally exposing both of my bottom holes.
“Hold her legs, bitch,” a male voice orders.
I believe that he’s telling Amy Sue to hold my legs up and out of the way so that he can get at one of my bottom holes.
“OK, bitch,” the mystery man orders. “Wait until I’m in her good, then start licking my ass. I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I am feeding her my cock.”
Suddenly I feel movement over my body. Next, I feel a dick probing at the entrance of my twat. Only, this time it’s not a fake one. It’s the real thing. I don’t know who owns it, but right now I don’t care. I only want it to fuck me. Over and over. Do me good, and leave me sore.
“You like that?” Bev asks. “I thought you would. Maxine, I would like to introduce you to my 18-year-old son, Andrew. Or, should I say, I would like to introduce you to Andrew’s 8” cock. Just relax and enjoy it. Trust me. He knows how to use it.”
Yes, he definitely does. I’m not in a total Piledriver position, but I’m also not in any position to fight him off – even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
‘Fuck me hard, you Son of a Bitch,’ I want to yell. ‘Make me sore. Do it until I beg you to stop. But, since my mouth is full of cunt right now, I guess I will never beg you to stop.’
“God, that feels great,” Andrew comments.
I’m not sure if he’s talking about his cock in my cunt, or Amy Sue’s tongue in his ass. But, who cares. ‘Just keep fucking me.’
He continues to fuck me for a good 10 minutes before dumping his baby makers into my love canal. Shortly afterwards, Bev and Betty release my wrists from their cuffs and I am finally allowed out of my Queening Stool submissive position. But, as Bev and Betty help me to my feet, they don’t release my arms. Catching me by surprise, both of my arms are once again pulled behind my back and cuffed together at the wrists. That’s when I realize that Amy Sue is also still naked and in bondage.
“Here,” Bev comments as she loops a choke collar over my head and pulls it tight against my neck. “Now, you look better. You and your bitch friend will love serving us at our house today.”
“By the way,” Betty comments as she turns me around to see four guys – two young bucks and two older ones starring at my naked body. “I would like you to meet my hubby, George, and my 18-year-old step-son, Charlie.”
“This ugly brute of a man,” Bev comments, “is my hubby, Roberto. And, I think that you’ve already met my step-son, Andrew. Or, at least you’ve met his manhood.”
“Don’t worry, Max,” Amy Sue adds. “All four of them are great fucks.”
“OK girls,” Betty says as she gives both Amy Sue and me a tug on our choke collars. “Follow me. We’ve got a lot more fun and games awaiting us when we get to the house.”
Betty leads us both out the back door by the choke collar leashes, totally naked with our wrists cuffed behind our backs, as Bev pulls up with their van. Since we are the only ones totally naked, Bev and Betty both help us get into the van as quickly as possible. Then, once we are all aboard, Bev heads down the road. As we are traveling across town to Bev’s place, I see the four guys pass us in our Camaro.
“Well,” Betty comments. “It looks like the boys have found another toy that they like. It looks like we may need to get them sporty convertibles for their high school graduation.”
“Or, maybe some young fuck sluts,” Bev replies.
Amy Sue and I choose to ignore the comments like we’ve never heard them. After all, it’s our car that they’re flying through the town. And, it’s obvious who they have in mind to be their sons’ ‘fuck sluts. Speaking of our car: Are we ever going to get back on the road again?
“God, Amy Sue,” I ask. “Are we ever going to make it to Seattle?”
“The deal is we are going to be their sex slaves for the next 24 hours,” my friend replies. “They will give us food and a place to spend the night in exchange for use of all three of our holes. But, come sunrise tomorrow, we’re headed down the road. Besides, I don’t know about you, but last night was not very satisfying for me. We need fucked, and I need it bad.”
“Just remember our motto,” she adds. “‘Sucking and Fucking Our Way Across the USA!’ By sundown tomorrow night, we should be doing that in Seattle.”
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