Webcam Wife Ch. 07

I awoke from my nap and heard the shower running. Dee must have already gotten up and started to get ready for our night out with Chelsea and Johnny. I was really looking forward to the evening since it was the first night that I did not have to worry about getting up and working the next day.

I rolled over to an empty bed, confirming what I already knew. Dee was in the shower. I was sporting one hell of an erection.

I walked in the bathroom and saw my hot wife lathering soap on her body. I felt my cock twitch as she ran the soap over her huge chest. Even though they were surgically enhanced, I loved everything about those tits.

“I might need some of that soap,” I said when I entered the shower.

Without a word, Dee began to rub the bar of soap all over my body. She paid especially close attention to my pubic area.

“I think that’s going to need a spit shine,” she smiled and dropped to her knees.

She started blowing me, but the water kept splashing in her eyes, which caused her some difficulty in keeping a good pace. It did not matter to me because I wanted to fuck her.

“Stand up and turn around,” I commanded her and she obeyed. “I want to fuck you like the porn slut you are.”

“Porn slut, huh, ahhhh….,” she gasped as I slammed into her pussy. “I don’t think…hmmmm….you….seem to….I don’t think you seem to mind…fuck yeah that feels good…your cock tells me that you don’t mind….I love being your porn wife…fuck me…fuck me harder….harder….harder…Oh god!!!!…I’m gonna cum already.”

I just continued to pound her pussy from behind harder and harder. My pelvic bone was slamming into her ass as hard and fast as I could muster. Her orgasm sent shivers throughout her body causing to go a little limp while I continued to pound away.

“I see my cock is still good enough to make you cum,” I said. “Hell, I’ve now made one professional porn star cum repeatedly and I’ve no made one wanna-be porn star cum within two minutes. This isn’t bad for my ego.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” Dee said turning around and flashing her million-dollar smile.

I continued to fuck her until I finally shot my load deep inside her pussy, which caused her to have another orgasm.

We continued our shower in silence and then both began to get ready. Of course, it took Dee longer to get ready, so I just retired to the living room area of our suite and watched Sportscenter. When Dee walked out of the dressing area about 9:55, my jaw hit the ground. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She also looked very fuckable.

“How do I look,” she said.

I told her I thought she looked fabulous and I could not wait to show her off at the club. She had on a powder blue halter-top that was mostly just a bandana with a two strings to tie in the back. The top did cover her ample chest completely, but nothing more. Her back was completely exposed, as was the top of her chest to the start of her cleavage and the top stopped at her diaphragm, which exposed her entire upper abdomen, including the cute belly ring she wore.

In fact, her entire lower abdomen was on display because the white capri pants she wore were cut very low on her hips. If she was not into grooming her pubic hair, then I think the pants were low enough that some of it would have been on display. Two small powder blue strings emerged from the side of her pants indicating she was wearing a tiny g-string, which was confirmed when she turned around and I saw where the two strings met just above her pants to form one string down the crack of her ass. The outfit was topped off with a pair of wedge-heeled sandals.

Even though Dee was now 30 years old, she still knew how to dress to kill, which has become even more provocative since we have begun a new page in our sex lives.

As I got up to head downstairs to meet our friends, I noticed that Dee’s makeup was also sluttier. Her eye shadow matched her top and underwear. She also applied glitter to her face and body. She had put on fake eyelashes for the evening and wore a deep red lipstick. She could have been very easily mistaken for an escort, especially here in Vegas.

We walked downstairs and found Johnny and Chelsea in the bar when we arrived. Chelsea got up and gave Dee a big hug and a quick peck on the lips. She was wearing a pink satin dress that could have doubled as a lingerie camisole, except for the fact that it did cover her from her chest to the middle of her thighs.

We all ordered a drink, sat and made small talk for about 15 minutes before we headed out to catch a taxi to the dance club. Chelsea, thinking she was acting strategically, volunteered for the front seat while Johnny and myself got in the back with Dee, who sat between us.

As we drove to the club, Dee was especially flirty with Johnny. I noticed her hand on his knee while we talked in the cab. I also noticed the cab driver looking back in the mirror at Dee as he drove. At a stop light, his eyes almost popped out of his head when I lifted her top so that he could get a good look at her left tit.

Knowing that I was having as much with this as she was, Dee had moved her hand from Johnny’s knee to his inner, upper thigh as I engaged in a conversation with Chelsea and the cab driver.

Before things really got hot in the backseat, we arrived at the club.

“Your wife has some great tits man, you’re a lucky dude,” the driver told me as I paid him the fare and tip.

I thanked him and we headed into the club. Once we got in, Chelsea and Dee headed straight to the dance floor while Johnny and I got drinks and found a place to hang out.

“Dee’s told me everything,” I told Johnny once we got settled. “About the internet, sucking you off the other night, and her fun last night.”

“That’s a relief. I had no idea how to keep this going. It was getting so damn complicated. Chelsea was keeping this all straight, but I was having a hard time keeping the charade going.”

“Well, then let’s keep Chelsea playing the game. Let’s see how far we can keep it up with her thinking we’re still trying to get Dee to open up.”

Johnny and I continued talking with me mostly asking about the porn business. It was about twenty minutes before the girls found us after dancing and after one drink, they were back out to the dance floor.

After another thirty minutes, they rejoined us. I noticed that Dee’s pants had been unbuttoned and were wide open down the fly.

“Enjoying yourself,” I asked my wife, reaching into her pants and feeling her panties through the open fly.

“They told out there they were going to have a wet t-shirt contest at midnight,” she told me. “Chelsea and I are going to enter.”

For the next 45 minutes, the girls pounded several drinks before the dj announced the wet t-shirt contest and for any ladies wanted to participate to come to the dj booth.

The girls headed to the booth and while Johnny and I headed to the dance floor area so we could get a good view of the festivities. About ten minutes later, the bouncers cleared the dance floor. They brought out a little kid pool and began filling it with water from a hose. They also brought out several five-gallon buckets and pitchers for water.

A few minutes later, the girls were brought out. There were about fifteen girls that were participating. All of them had on skimpy white t-shirts. I spotted Dee and Chelsea in the middle of the line.

Dee had on a t-shirt that had been cut to cover only her tits. The collar had been cut to the middle of her cleavage and the bottom to just under her nipples. The only thing that held the shirt together over her chest was a small strip of thin cotton. Two thin straps of cut cotton were holding up the shirt over her shoulders. She had removed her pants and her g-string was now covered by only another cut up shirt in the form of a micro-mini skirt that had to be tied onto her hip, which exposed even more skin.

Chelsea was dressed pretty much the same, except for the fact that her shirt covered more of her chest, since her tits were much smaller than Dee’s.

I was probably biased, but I thought that Dee looked the best of any of the other girls, some much younger, on stage. Some of them seemed a little tentative, but when I made eye contact with Dee, she smiled and I could tell that she was extremely turned on by what was happening.

The dj asked for a volunteer to go first and Dee did not surprise me by jumping out of line moving to the pool area. She stepped into the pool and waited for the action. Everyone in the audience seemed to move forward a little to get a look at my wife.

Two bouncers grabbed the two five-gallon buckets, which had been filled with water, and while one of them poured water down her backside, the other poured it down her front side. I could see the thin cotton material instantly turn transparent. Her nipples were prominently showing through the shirt and her powder blue g-string was showing through for all to see.

Dee began to dance seductively to the music as the bouncers each grabbed another bucket. This time, they both poured water over her head and allowed it to gush down her body from that direction. As the water poured, the thin fabric holding her top together between her tits broke, exposing her chest completely to the loudly cheering audience.

As she continued to dance for her loving audience, the bouncers then began to pour more water over her from the pitchers they kept filling from the water in the little pool.

Taking her cue from the audience’s cheering and pleadings, my wife turned away from the audience and began to slowly work the cotton t-shirt skirt that was not covering anything anyway down her legs. As she bent over to take the little pretend skirt all the way off, she gave the crowd a beautiful view of her bent over ass and pussy, which was covered only by a little blue string. This made the crowd cheer even louder, which then encouraged my wife to seductively move her ass very sexually. She also spread her legs out a little wider so that those up close could get an even better view.

The crowd moaned disappointment when the dj said it was time for another girl. Chelsea was quick to volunteer for round two. As Dee and Chelsea passed they hugged each other tightly, which brought even more cheers from the crowd and caused my hard cock to twitch slightly at the sight of them being a little intimate with each other.

Chelsea’s time in the little pool was a lot like Dee’s. By the end of her time, she was also down to just her hot pink g-string. Once back in line, Dee and Chelsea continued to dance seductively as the other girls had their time on stage.

At one point, Dee and Chelsea were getting very seductive with each other as they danced, which brought some cheers from the crowd excited to see girls getting close to intimate with another as they danced. However, one of the bouncers went over to them and it looked like he told them to cool it down because they stopped dirty dancing with each other.

Pretty soon, all of the girls had their turn. Some of them still had on their tops, although they were all see-through by now. About half of the girls still had on their pants or skirts and the other half, including my wife and Chelsea, were wearing only thongs or g-strings to keep them from being completely naked in front of the crowd of onlookers.

Once the final girl was finished getting wet, the dj announced for a free dance for the girls to try to win over the crowd so that they would be judged by the crowd the winner when it was time to vote.

Every girl immediately went to the center of the stage to dance as provocatively as possible. A couple of girls that still had tops on quickly removed them while a few of the girls removed pants and skirts to join the others in just their skimpy panties.

Dee and Chelsea were dancing seductively with each other. Dee was facing away from my office assistant, but their hips were practically joined and Chelsea’s hands were running up and down from my wife’s shoulders to her hips.

Suddenly, Dee turned around, faced Chelsea and began to kiss her, which brought a huge roar from the crowd and a major twitch in my pants. As far as I knew, this was the first time Dee had kissed another woman and judging by the passion and force of the kiss, this was something she was enjoying.

Wanting to be part of the action that was getting the cheers, another young lady, she might have been 22 or 23 and about four inches shorter than my 5′8″ wife,, dressed in only a navy thong began to dance behind my wife and run her hands over my wife’s body from behind.

Sensing the other woman behind her, Dee turned around and immediately began kissing the new girl to their little lesbian show. As my wife kissed this new blonde young woman, Chelsea began to pull Dee’s g-string down, which met with great approval from the crowd.

I was not sure if Dee was even aware that Chelsea was removing her last article of clothing until I noticed that she lifted her right foot and then left foot so that her g-string could be completely removed. The only thing covering my wife’s body now was the small tribal tattoo on the small of her back.

Realizing she was now completely naked, Dee broke the kiss with the other young lady and turned to face the crowd. Her large tits and completely shaven pussy were now on full display to the wildly cheering crowd and she was loving every minute of it as she seductively danced to the crowd and rubbed her hands all over her naked body.

She turned around so that the crowd could get a good view of her perfect little ass and then she bent over as she seductively moved her hips so that those close enough could a get a perfect view of her ass and pussy.

Not to be outdone, some of the other girls began to remove their panties in order to keep up with Dee who was winning the crowd over with her nakedness. A few of the girls had moved to the background as they did not seem to want to get involved with the growing lez fest that was starting in the center of the stage. However, my wife, who was plainly the oldest of the group, and five other girls were kissing each other’s lips and tits while dancing in a manner that resembled simulated fucking.

I could only imagine the number of guys watching the stage who hard hard-ons from the action. I know my cock was pushing its maximum arousal state. As I watched my wife enjoy the action with other girls as well as being watched by several hundred guys and other women, I noticed that Chelsea had also moved to the background with other girls that had decided not to continue in the competition.

I caught Chelsea’s eye and she smiled broadly at me, as she knew I was enjoying the action on stage with my wife who was on her back, legs spread as the same blonde girl from before laid on top of her and kissed her from above. Their hips were gyrating enough that they were in a basic lesbian missionary position.

Another twosome were in a 69 position, which met much approval from the crowd even thought the bouncers made sure that they were not having oral sex with each other. The other two girls were still standing, but kissing, rubbing and gyrating just as passionately as the other girls.

The crowd booed when the dj said it was now time for the voting to begin because it meant the incredibly erotic lesbian show that had started as a wet t-shirt contest was now over.

The bouncers went to each of the six girls remaining in the contest, as the one with the loudest cheers would be the winner. While Dee was still an unbelievably attractive woman, she was going to have a hard time defeating the younger competition even though she was the one that started to the girl-on-girl action.

In fact, it was because of her boldness that Dee did finish second in the cheering. The blonde girl that Dee had just had simulated sex with was the winner. Not to be a sore loser, Dee gave her big hug, which actually ended up becoming another deep kiss of congratulation. The crowd’s cheers grew again as the got to see more girls kissing and as Dee and the young blonde girl kissed, the bouncers, who had drained the little pool into about five big buckets, simultaneously poured each of the buckets of water over Dee and the other girls, completing drenching them from head-to-foot again.

With that final drenching, the girls were ushered off the stage and several young men with mops began trying to dry the dance floor as the dj called last call at the bar. I looked at my watch and saw that the show had lasted a very quick two hours since it was now 2:00 in the morning.

Johnny and I just milled around until our significant others came out from the dressing area. It was about ten minutes later when Dee and Chelsea emerged, now clothed. Next to Dee was the young blonde who had won the contest with a young man on her other shoulder.

I met Dee with a deep hard kiss to show how much I loved the show. When she pressed into my hips with her own she felt how much I had loved the show.

“Brad, this is Kimmie, of course you probably only know her as tonight’s winner,” Dee said. “And this is her boyfriend Mike.”

“Nice to meet you,” was all I could manage to say as I reached and shook Mike’s hand.

“You’ve got one hot and horny wife,” Kimmie said to me passing by my outstretched hand and hugging me with her hips pressed into mine. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show tonight.”

She pressed into my erection before she backed away. Her eyes were glued to my crotch as she moved back to the side of her boyfriend.

“Chelsea and I invited Kimmie and Mike to party with us some more back in our room,” Dee said. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” I said moving my attention from my wife to her new friend. “The more hot and horny women to party with, the more fun to be had by all.”

Kimmie smiled at me even though the corniness of my statement made me feel awkward. When Dee announced it was time to go we headed for the door. Kimmie walked in front of me and I admired her young body. Her jeans were skin tight and cut so low that the very top of the crack of her ass was exposed. She wore a plain pink tank top that was also a size too small, which allowed the nipples on her small but perky tits to poke through the material

Once we got outside, Chelsea and Johnny told us they would take a separate cab because they were going to go somewhere else to meet up with some friends.

We then got in our own cab. I crawled into the back seat first and Kimmie was in after me. As she crawled in, she moved to my lap and as our faces crossed, I moved my lips to hers and we quickly began dancing our tongues in each other’s mouth. I felt Dee and Mike in the seat next to me and when I looked over, I saw that their mouths were intertwined and my wife straddled his lap.

I moved Kimmie’s head so that she could see her boyfriend and my wife make out. When she saw them, I felt her body shiver and her hips press very hard into my hard cock. We watched them make out for about minute before they realized we were watching them.

They broke their kiss, but Kimmie immediately shifted over in order to kiss Dee. In order to get comfortable, she straddled my lap as she began kissing my wife. I saw the taxi driver looking back in the rearview mirror as much as he could in order to see the show in the back of his cab. I caught his eye and smiled, and he returned the smile with a little thumbs-up to me.

When my attention returned to my wife and her new young friend on my lap, I saw that Mike had unbuttoned and unzipped my wife’s pants and had his hand buried in her pants, fingering her, which my wife was responding to with hard thrusts of her hips as he moved at least one finger in and out of her.

Not to be outdone, I unbuttoned Kimmie’s jeans, which were so tight that when I freed the button, they immediately unzipped. Except for one small patch of blonde pubic hair, she was completely shaven. As I moved my hand between her legs, Kimmie lifted up so I could get better access and when I pushed my middle finger into her pussy, she slammed her hips forward in order to force my entire finger into her.

Teacher”s Comments:

Here is another e-mail I received from a witness confirming my naughtiness. - ntbb -

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Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 10:07:41 -0100 (PDT)

From: Jack XXXXXXX

Subject: Was it a dream?

To: xxxxxxxxx@literotica.org

blue rose,

I don”t know how long I stayed there waiting for you. But, I began to feel like it was all a dream. An incredibly beautiful dream. Then, there was a knock at the conference door and I thought it was you. But, it was a librarian. There I was sitting with my cock still out of my pants, getting hard again just thinking about you. She said that

a group would need the room in twenty minutes.

I thought our meeting was amazingly spontaneous. But, when I found this note, I realized that the crime was premeditated. Not that I mind. Because, an experience like this is what dreams are made of. So, experiencing it as a reality was exquisite.

I thought at first, I”d ask you to meet me and see if you would like to continue an affair. But, I struggle and work hard as a law student. That”s what I was doing in the library. Trying to catch up on some make up work for a project that was overdue.

I really don”t have time for a relationship or a girlfriend. So, I decided to just let this be a wonderful memory.

I do hope it was very good for you too. I have never had anyone take me so deep into their mouth. When that friend of mine came into the room, I thought I was going to come immediately and expose both of us.

Saying thank you seems so inadequate for what you”ve given me.

But, I am very grateful. Have a good life!

Jack

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Teacher”s Comment:

I had never done anything like this before. I don”t know if I would ever do something like this again. But, I am glad that I did do this. I just feel I may have gone too far. I guess to be fair, I will have let you all grade me on this assignment.

I hope you all don”t think I have been too much of a slut and lose all respect for me.

need to be bad

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“Thanks,” Jake said. “My turn.” He quickly guided the car to the side of the road and hopped out. He and Roy switched places and a minute later, they were back on the road, Roy behind the while and Cori once again mounted on top of a cock. Jake’s was a little larger, almost as thick but nearly two inches longer. He was strong and showed it off by lifting Cori until only the head of his cock was inside her, then spinning her halfway around so she faced him.

“Spin cycle!” Roy laughed. “Spin that bitch like a top. Make that pussy dance for you.”

After a few hard cock strokes and a couple tugs on her tits, Jake spun her again so that she was facing away from him. Cori’s long, flexible legs quickly bent and swung around his torso to accommodate the spins, making it a fairly smooth transition each time. He continued to bounce her up and down as he spun her around on his cock, enjoying the various views of her body that this constant motion afforded. He wasn’t able to last particularly long either and soon spewed his load all over her ass and back.

“Whew!” Jake said, admiring his work splattered across Cori’s golden tanned skin. “I needed that! Next time, you little bitch, I’ll be able to fuck you real good.”

“Me fuck you long time!” Roy chortled.

“Might even make you cum,” Jake said. “Bet a guy’s never made you cum before, huh?”

“No,” Cori said, lying but telling them what she knew they wanted to hear. “Do you think you can do it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jake said. “I’ll have that pussy of yours whistling a tune by the time I’m done playing it. This is your lucky day. You’re going to get fucked better than you ever have before. You liked my big cock, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Cori said meekly. “Is that bad?”

“Very,” Roy said lustily. “You’re very bad. Very naughty. But you like being a naughty whore, don’t you? I bet you can’t wait for me to fuck your ass or to swallow my cum, can you? I bet you masturbate every night dreaming of guys like us. Well, you’re dream has come true, babe. Hard cock day and night. You’ll be a nympho slut by the time we get to San Diego. You’ll be needing cock all the time and you can thank us.”

“Thank you,” Cori said. “I do like being… naughty. My step-dad would be so ashamed. Please don’t tell him when we get there.”

“Now why would we go and tell someone something that is obvious to everyone but you?” Jake said, a little too cruelly, Cori thought. “Anyone can tell just be looking at your body, looking at how you dress that you’re a slutty little whore.”

Ben, John and Ty would never have said anything so mean to her. Sure, they called her a slut and a whore from time to time, but that was either joking or in the heat of the moment when dirty talk was just another way to enhance the experience. Cori was realizing just how much those guys had protected her and how unique their respect and appreciation of her was. They used her for their pleasure, but it was never cruel or demeaning — except for Chad, but that was a different story. Chad would have fit in well with these guys, Cori thought, a chilling notion that sent a shiver up her spine. Chad had abducted and abused her shortly before her departure from Georgia and it had been a harrowing, nearly deadly encounter. She still couldn’t tell if these guys were to be feared or not, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She was going to play along as best she could and try to keep them happy.

They let her sit naked between them for the next hour or so. They randomly played with her tits and pussy while the cum dried all over her body. It was getting dark and Cori wondered if they would stop soon. She needed to pee, was hungry and wanted to sleep.

“We’re getting low on gas,” Roy announced. “Better stop soon.” A few miles later, they found an exit with a lone gas station. The bright lights from the station shown out brilliantly through the late evening gloom. They pulled up to the pump and Cori asked if she could get dressed and go to the restroom.

“Tank top and thong only,” Jake declared.

“But…” Cori started to protest.

“Shut up,” Jake spat interrupted. “There’s no one around except the clerk. He probably makes $5 an hour, so I think he deserves a little show for the trouble, don’t you? Quit acting like you don’t like showing off that little ass of yours. Keep complaining and I’ll make you go in naked and fuck the clerk.”

“OK,” Cori said. “No shorts, just the thong.”

“I thought you’d see it my way,” Jake nodded. Just then, a car pulled up to the pump next to them and a young guy, probably in his late teens, stepped out. Jake had an idea. “Before you pee, pump the gas and wash the windshield.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Pump the gas and clean the windshield. If you’re not going to pay for the gas, the least you can do is put it in the fucking truck.”

“Of course,” Cori nodded, climbing over him and hopping down out of the truck. The jump made her tits bounce and the guy in the car immediately took notice. He glanced at Roy and Jake, who smiled and nodded, letting him know it was OK to look all he wanted.

Cori walked around the truck, her heels clicking on the pavement, her ass shaking brazenly, both cheeks bare and separated by that tiny thong. She smiled at the guy and said hello, making no effort to conceal herself. This wasn’t all that uncomfortable for Cori. She had long ago lost any inhibitions related to walking around in skimpy clothes, having done it all the time at the shop and all around town.

She grabbed the handle and started pumping the gas, letting the pump run while she retrieved the squeegee for the windshield. The big truck was wide and high off the ground, making it difficult for her to reach. She had to stretch as far as she could, bending over the hood in her heels. Using one hand to balance and the other to clean the windshield, she could do nothing about the thong creeping up between her pussy lips. She could do nothing to hide the dried cum on her back now glistening in the pale light. She could do nothing about her nipples hardening and poking through her tank top. Her body was her best asset and her own worst enemy.

The guy in the car had stopped even pretending to look away and now stood just a few feet away, staring at her openly displayed pussy. Jake and Roy were both out of the truck, also admiring the great view.

“You know, my windshield is pretty dirty too,” the guy said.

“Really? Cori’d be glad to clean it for you,” Jake said.

“Sure,” Cori nodded. “I’m just finished here anyway.” She walked toward the car, squeegee in hand, conscious of all eyes on her swaying ass and jiggling tits.

“Hold on,” Jake said, stopping her in her tracks. “I think there’s a better way for you to do that. Bend over.”

He took the squeegee from her as she bent over. Roy quickly pulled her thong down and Jake handed the squeegee to their lucky new friend. “I think that handle would just about fit, don’t you?”

The guy understood immediately and grinned. “Absolutely.”

Roy pulled Cori’s pussy lips apart while the stranger dipped the squeegee handle in the bucket of washer fluid, then aimed the dripping rubber shaft between her legs. Cori grunted as the thick, stiff handle entered her, but Roy held her steady until a good five or six inches was lodged securely in her tight hole. Jake and Roy lifted Cori onto the hood of the car and she knelt with her ass pointing toward the windshield. They stood on both sides of the car, watching her while the stranger got in his car and watched the action from the driver’s seat.

“Wash it good, up and down, side to side,” Jake instructed. Cori shook her little ass and hips, humping and thrusting in all directions, doing her best to cover the windshield. She kicked off her heels and turned onto her back, spreading her legs and humping toward the guy’s face as she pushed the squeegee to the top of the windshield. Jake and Roy grabbed both feet and spread her legs so that she was doing the splits across the hood.

Cori felt like an x-rated Tawny Kittaen in that Whitesnake video, bumping and writhing on the guy’s car. She squeezed her pussy hard around the rubber shaft, partly to make sure it didn’t fall out and partly to make sure that she didn’t accidentally shove it in further.

“You missed a spot over here,” Roy chided, pointing to a perfectly clean place in the lower corner. “It’s going to take a little bit of elbow … I mean, pussy grease to get it clean.” Cori shifted her hips to apply the squeegee to the indicated spot and started thrusting her hips, pushing the squeegee against the windshield. “Harder,” Roy demanded. She arched her back until the only points of contact with the car were the back of her head and her as she stuck her tits out and thrust her crotch lewdly.

She closed her eyes and grinded as hard as she could. She heard everyone cheering and kept it up until, suddenly, she felt water being dumped on her head. She stopped and looked up. There was a fourth man — clearly the store clerk with his uniform and name tag — standing next to her, dumping bottles of water over her head and chest, soaking her thin white tank top.

When he had joined the party, Cori wasn’t exactly sure, but clearly he was a welcome addition by the guys, who all picked up bottles of water and started dumping them on her. Jake grabbed the squeegee, mercifully pulling it out of her and tossing it aside. She lay back on the hood of the car, spread eagle as they doused her water. Her tank top was useless at this point, soaked and thin and transparent, it clung to her dark nipples like Saran wrap.

“Water bath now, cum bath later!” Jake shouted. He grabbed her shirt and tore it over her head, then pulled her off the hood. “Now, look what you’ve done to this nice guy’s car,” he scolded her. “You got it all wet. Don’t you think the least you can do is dry it off?”

“Of course,” Cori said. “I’m sorry.” She got some paper towels and turned to dry off the car, assuming they wanted her to bend and stretch again.

“Hold on,” the clerk said suddenly. “I have something that will work better.” For a middle-aged man at least 50 pounds overweight, he moved quickly, jogging inside the store and promptly returning with a roll of duct tape and some sham cloths.

Jake got it immediately and they quickly placed a sham over each breast, securing them both with wide bands of duct tape. They cut another sham into three small pieces, putting one each on her ass cheeks and over her pussy.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” Jake demanded. “Start drying it off.”

Cori hopped back onto to the hood of the car, laying down to press her tits against the hood. She slid and squirmed and twisted all over the car, doing her best to dry it with the few small scraps of fabric strapped to her body.

“Hey, you’re going to scratch it all up,” the driver said, pissing Cori off. Who did he think he was? First, he wanted her to do all this and now he was worried about his fucking paint job? “Lay still, slut. Let’s do this right. Spread your arms and legs.”

Cori lay flat on the hood, spreading her arms and legs as best she could from corner to corner. The guys then took up positions at each corner, each grabbing the wrist or ankle nearest to them. Then, working in unison, they slid her back and forth, up and down on the hood, pushing and pulling at her, each eyeing the deliciously perfect body displayed before them. They were all hard, ready to fuck her, determined to make her wear their cum. Cori’s smooth, wet skin glistened in the light as she slid easily over the hood, her rubbery nipples putting up the only real resistance as they kept getting caught in the seems of the hood.

Cori had no control right now. She was at their mercy. They tossed her around like a rag doll, sliding her from one corner to the other. Soon, they started getting more aggressive, slapping her ass or groping her crotch. They flipped her onto her back and tore off all the shams, leaving her wet and naked.

The driver pulled his cock out and started stroking it. Just masturbate on me, Cori thought. No gang bang, please.

“We can’t do this here,” the clerk said. “It’s always slow here, but still, someone else could come by. And once I get started, I don’t want to have to stop.”

“Where then?” Jake demanded.

“Behind the counter. It’s enclosed in glass with a door. We can put her behind there. If anyone comes, we just keep her on the floor out of sight.”

“Sounds good,” Jake said. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed Cori’s wrist and dragged her toward the store when they all were stopped in their tracks by flashing lights. Thank god, Cori thought. Sure enough, it was a deputy sheriff speeding toward them. He saw Cori and it was too late to run.

“What’s going on, Howard?” the sheriff’s deputy said to the clerk as he jumped out of the car and started toward Cori, his gun drawn.

“Nothing, Thomas,” Howard said, holding out his palms. “We were just having a little fun with this nice young lady. She needed to go to the bathroom, so we were showing her the way. Just being gentlemen.”

“Gentlemen, right,” Deputy Thomas Vere said. “Looks to me like a gang rape in progress.”

“You can’t rape the willing,” Jake said.

“Are you saying she willingly is doing this?”

“Yes, officer,” Jake said. “I apologize for the indecent conduct, but she’s a bit of an exhibitionist and, well, frankly a nymphomaniac. We were driving along and all the sudden she started screaming about how she wanted to be gang banged. Call me weak, but I find it hard to say no to her.”

“I can understand that,” the deputy said, taking in a good eyeful of Cori’s gorgeous, naked, wet body. “Ma’am, is this all true?”

Cori didn’t answer immediately. Her mind was racing. She didn’t know if she could trust him or not. Tell him the truth and what would happen? If he joined in, it would be worse. They might kill her for telling on them. Lie and say it was all true and he might just let them have their way. She took a chance and blurted out, “No, they made me do all this. My car broke down and they picked me up and made me fuck them. And they were taking me inside to rape me. Please help me.”

“You lying bitch,” Jake spat.

“Let her go,” the deputy said, pointing his gun at Jake. Yes! Cori thought. Jake let go and she ran to her rescuer.

“Grab your things and get in the car,” he told her, “I’m going to get you out of here.”

Cori ran to the truck, grabbed her bags and threw them in the squad car. She put her heels and thong and soaked tank top back on and jumped in the car. “Good night, gentlemen,” the deputy said, dropping his gun and getting in the car.

“Aren’t you going to arrest them?” Cori said.

“Now, I know those guys,” the deputy said. “While I believe they might have been taking advantage of you, I don’t know the whole story. And I’m not going to ruin their lives with some wish-washy rape charge. You’re safe in here, you’ll never see them again, no harm done. Why make it worse with arrests and trials?”

“Because they hurt me and they might hurt someone else,” Cori demanded.

“You don’t look hurt to me,” the deputy said. “You look fine. Mighty fine.”

“Fine, whatever,” Cori said, disgusted. “Look, there’s a rest stop. Can we please stop? I have to pee and I want to put on some dry clothes.”

“Sure thing, miss,” the deputy said. He pulled into the rest stop which had just two semis and one other car sitting in the parking lot. She jumped out and grabbed one of her bags, scampering to the bathroom.

Cori’s mind was racing. She was mad at the deputy for not arresting them, but so thankful to have been rescued. He’d take her somewhere safe and tomorrow she could arrange for another car or flight and be back on track.

She dried and cleaned herself off quickly, then dug around in her bag for a new outfit. She wanted something not too revealing, but that simply wasn’t possible. She settled for a a pink thong, a pair of tiny white-with-pink-trim terry cloth shorts that left several inches of thong visible at the top of her ass crack and several inches of butt cheek exposed on the bottom. Across the ass the words “Hard Body” had been stitched on in pink letters, a personalized gift from John, Cori remembered. On top, she wore a matching white-with-pink-trim terry cloth tube top. It was only about three inches wide, so several inches of the tops and bottoms of her breasts were visible. The tube top was so tight that it stretched across her tits, her nipples acting like tent posts as it went from one to the other without making any skin contact in between.

Cori knew this was a skimpy outfit, but she dressed like this every day — and usually skimpier — she really didn’t think much about it sending a bad message. She thought it was cute and showed off her body nicely. Her pink heels were a nice complement, too.

But what Cori thought was cute and borderline acceptable, the deputy found downright slutty and incredibly sexy. His eyes popped and jaw dropped as she came walking back toward the car. Anyone watching would have assumed he had arrested a hooker. A very hot, high-priced one. He had been attracted to her before, of course, with her dark wet skin and amazing curves, but then he viewed her with sympathy, as a victim. Now, she was guilty of being sinfully hot.

“Better?” he said, trying to maintain his professional distance.

“Yes, thank you so much,” Cori said. “I feel so much better now.”

They got in the car and got back on the highway. “So, can you just take me to a hotel or something?” Cori asked. “I’ll stay there tonight, then rent a car or get a new flight tomorrow.”

“Sure,” the deputy said. “It’s about 10 miles to the next town. There’s not much there, but there is a little motel with a diner in it. You can stay there.”

“That will be perfect,” Cori said.

“So, is this how you always dress?” the deputy asked.

“Well, I guess so. Why, what do you mean?” Cori asked.

“It’s a little suggestive don’t you think? I mean, if I saw you on the side of the road, dressed like that, I’d probably think you were looking for some action too.”

“Well, this is just how I dress,” Cori said. “It’s not illegal.”

“It makes it hard to believe you’re a victim,” the deputy said.

“But I am a victim!” Cori demanded.

“Really?” the deputy said. “Suppose I said I had an uncle who owns a private jet. Suppose I said he could fly you to San Diego tomorrow. Suppose I said you could stay at my house tonight, free. And suppose I said all you had to do to get all that was to let me have a little fun.”

“You can’t do all that,” Cori said.

“Yes, I can,” the deputy said. “So, what do you say? Are you such a prude that you turn down the answer to all your problems because you want to stick to your high morals? Or are you really a slutty nympho at heart, willing to trade your body for whatever you need or want? I know which way I’m betting. What do you say?”

“I don’t know,” Cori said. “I’m not a slut.”

“All evidence to the contrary,” the deputy sneered. “Look, I can drop you off and leave you on your own if that’s what you want. I’m not going to beg you for it and I’m not going to rape you. Either way, it’s your choice.”

“A favor for a favor, huh?” Cori asked, thinking about the expense of a hotel and another car or flight. “No rough stuff?”

“Depends on what you consider rough, I suppose. I make no promises except that you won’t be harmed and I will have you in San Diego by this time tomorrow. But this is a huge favor I’m offering, so don’t think flashing a little T&A and giving me a handjob is going to be enough. I’ll get my money’s worth.”

“I understand,” Cori said, biting her lip. “It’s a fair offer. I just don’t know.”

“Well, decide quick,” the deputy said. “The motel is right over there. My house is about a five miles on down the road. Either way, it’s time to make a choice.”