Next Whore Neighbor Ep. 017

GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUB! PFFFT! GULP! PLUCKAH! GAH!

"Damn! How much cum can that bitch gargle?"

"No shit! She's got so much jizz on her and in her she's Snow White with the Seventy Dwarves."

Guys were coming out of the woodwork as those already present were making calls to friends and family to witness Christina Holly literally milking every guy here for all they were worth. While it did slow up business for Gomez Romero, he did drum up clients making appointments for the next week.

Christina was quickly becoming a hit. Planning on paying her for detailing cars Gomez opted instead to pay her to just lay there getting blasted by whomever had their balls full enough to unload. His partners worried that with so many cars in their lot, along the street, and utilizing neighboring parking lots that the cops would show up thinking a riot was going down. It was! Guys were battling their way in to see 2% as they called Christina. Low fat for the chubby chick.

With her loyal lovers near to protect her she just set out to fuck as many as she could and prove to herself that she could truly be that desired. While not every man here fucked her, a good thirty five of the seventy plus had. Only Theo of her personal sidekicks, the rest were all new and ready to screw. Inside the Detail Shops main buffing stall she was laid out on a mound of padding used to cushion guys on the ground while cleaning the undersides of vehicles. A nice comfy bed for a true slut.

Christina Holly had never been happier. Now that she had realized her body was what most men preferred, juicy in the caboosy, bouncy where it countsy, she was thrilled to give them what they wanted. Even drowning in milky jizz she begged for more and more. Guys who had unloaded once were coming back to paint her a second or third time in a row. The rush was exhilarating, and she was eagerly stalking the grunts to bask in their glory.

"Unreal!"

Her friend Shawn puffed his cheeks peering through the garage door, wide open for business. "Guys just keep coming. Cumming, even!" Even he sensed a dread that this army of testosterone troops might be getting out of hand. He worried for Christina even knowing he shouldn't, he could tell she loved every second of it.

Blondie's upscale desires now centered on showing her man Dixon how far she could go, as much as enjoying it herself in the process. Even Shawn's buddy Tucker who had been filming every single cum shot while trying hard not to show faces of her assailants was sending video after video to either Dixon or their friend Vincent who had stayed behind to massage Church Lady Delores Shepard. It was strange that Tucker hadn't yet received video of Delores from his friends, not that it mattered he was too busy keeping up with Chris.

Sure enough, surrounding businesses discovered their prime real estate was being dominated and one of the owners chose to go across the main street and check out the reason. The man, a middle-aged mattress store dealer ventured amidst the gathering to ask what was going on. Nothing looked violent so he presumed maybe someone was hurt or they were throwing a party of some sort.

You could say that!

"What have we got going on here?" The owner of Slumber Yard Mattresses, Gordan Churchill asked a pair of men just sitting around on their car hoods.

"Oh!" One of them realized things could go badly if he told the truth. "Just a bachelor party."

"Ah! I recall those days. I just wondered because my store hasn't had a customer in three hours and people are using my private parking."

"Sorry, man! I'll spread the word to get anyone using your lot to move. Thanks for not having anyone towed."

"Yo!" The other man saw where Gordan had pointed. "You own the bed store?"

"I do. Looking for a new bed?" He hoped to entice business.

"Maybe!" He smirked! "Depends on how cool you can be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me." This man by the name of Paco overrode the other guy trying to avoid trouble. "You look like a cool cucumber. Bachelor parties usually have... what?"

"Oh, boy!" Gordan chuckled! "Stripper?"

"Bright man! You cool with seeing some skin?"

"I'm the only one in the store." He winked! "I only have a minute then I'll need to get back."

"Even better. Your working solo that is." The guy winked back and assisted Gordan through the gauntlet. Theo and Darnell seeing the guy in a business suit looked at one another with a haunted look. The man seemed too distinguished to be here considering most everyone else was younger and non-businesslike, for a better word... lacking. This could have been a family cookout or a sporting event.

Reaching the action in the detail stall Gordan took one look at Christina's body paint and started sweating. She was beautiful but not the stripper he expected. He actually chuckled as he realized how giddy she was. "Not what I envisioned but... very nice!" Gordan was surprisingly into it. Big girl fetish helped!

"I had a hunch you might like that. So how about you let us use one of your beds? Those mats on the concrete have to be uncomfortable."

"One of my beds? I can't let you borrow one it would be unsellable after being used like this."

"What if everyone here pitched in on buying a mattress?"

"Not that I can get behind."

"You should get behind Christina there. Fucking awesome ass. Lots to slap and hold onto."

"I can imagine." He narrowed his eyes toward her features. "Does she have SLUT written on her forehead?" It was hard to fully read her TANTOO behind a flood of cum.

"Lines on her tits and ass too." The man Stu directed Gordan to the words SUCK EM on her tits. "Says FUCK ME on her ass too."

"Well, I'll be." Gordan chuckled then hissed over his timetable. "Fun as this is to watch I better get back."

"Take her with you." He winked!

"Excuse me?"

"Take her to one of your showroom beds. Let us fuck her on it. You can tap her too."

"You're serious?" Gordan looked tense! "I'd be closed down."

"Or, be noticed as the go to store for mattresses. Dude! We can make a line around the store."

"Nobody would believe I was offering those kinds of deals." He laughed!

"You're a small business. The big-name dealers get all the money. This could be your way of being noticed."

"Better not."

Having been blindsided for nearly ten minutes Gordan shot glances between his store across the street and the begging blonde on the mats. The guy did have a novel idea, but what scared him was getting a nasty reputation. Sure, customers might get curious but if one actually did drop in and caught the hijinks, they might cause trouble. All it would take was a curious police officer to pull in and inspect the situation. However, it was obvious that none had done that here at the car wash. Hmm!

"Let me think about this more. You know as well as I that I have a lot to lose. Why don't you drop over in say thirty minutes if this is still going on. If my store remains customer free and you fellas buy a bed, I'll allow a few in at a time."

"Deal! We'll even run interference should anyone show up that doesn't take part. How about free car washes for life if you let it happen."

"Mister Romero is willing to offer that?"

"I work here. I'll get with him and bring you our best offer in those thirty minutes."

Nodding over the possibilities Gordan grinned. "As you said... deal!" Fist bump without the spit shake. Gordan took his leave and left Paco to pull her handlers Theo and Darnell aside. Shawn seeing this made it clear he needed in on the info. If anything, to keep Christina safe. Theo was prone to abuse her like his party. Drugs made Christina a whole lot more fun to play with that night. Something she was not used to. She preferred no further use of illegal substances.

"Yo, Theo!" Paco arrived with the plan. "I just talked to the guy who owns that mattress store across the way. He's willing to let us take this cum covered slut over there if everyone pitches in and buys the mattress, we fuck her on. We can stash the mattress somewhere and use it if she comes back for more."

"How much are we talking?" Darnell chimed in. "Money is tighter than her holes." Theo agreed with that sentiment. No jobs didn't help them, they relied on people pitching in during his parties, including his parents. After throwing his bash last week he was pretty strapped himself.

"Queen is maybe $500."

"How about a Full size?" Shawn invaded! "I'm as broke as everyone else. We spend all of our money on Christina as it is."

"Guessing $350!" Paco relayed! "Headcount earlier was around 70 and people are still showing up. I say pimp this whore out and let's keep the party going."

"Everyone spread out and see how much we can put together." Darnell suggested! "Let's buy something more for her to show our appreciation."

"Right!" Shawn chimed in! "We have to keep her happy."

"And all this jizz isn't?" Theo chuckled! "I get it! Does that bed store carry more than beds?"

"Lamps and dressers, I think. Decorative shit!"

"And that guy who runs it is cool we fuck her in the store?"

"I told him we could boost his business by having a line outside the door. Star Wars style!" Ah! The memories his grandfather shared from back in the 70's. 1977 was a good year! Too bad Star Wars was total crap these days.

"Whatever!" They were all too young to care. Shawn told Tucker and Greg the plan going forward and everyone joined forces in collecting money. Within those thirty minutes they mustered up $400 for a mattress. With newcomers arriving the 70+ became 86 in no time at all. Word of mouth was spreading like wildfire.

The shop owner Gomez dealt with his employees enforcing that they keep detailing cars. All of them were tapped out sexually anyway so they negotiated with Romero to take short breaks to run over and keep tabs. Paco Vasquez having been the go-between with Gordan Churchill was allowed to remain the mediator. A lull to give Christina a breather, Paco ran across the street along with Theo while Christina's pussy posse told her what was going to happen.

"Look at you Snow Cone!" Greg Hogarth laughed at how much creamy white cum was all over her body. Her brow was trickling over her puffy cheeks. Giggling at his nickname she wiped much of her face clean and ate every drop from weary fingertips. Hand jobs were exhausting one after the other. "Don't get carpel tunnel."

"Ha! Ha! I'm handling things just fine. I do need to go pee."

"Then waltz your sweet ass out there into the lot and cop a squat. Put on a show, Slut."

"Help me up! My legs are numb from lying down so long. Missionary holding me captive is rough on the back."

An assist from Greg and Tucker, Christina Holly stood tall and eyed her congregation of lovers. Pointing at guys she playfully shivered. "I see at least 12 guys I haven't had yet."

"More outside! Hurry the hell up we'll walk you across the main road."

"I have a better idea." Tucker motioned her on, Shawn walking with her like a bodyguard. Once out of his hair Tucker told Greg his thoughts. The cushioned tarp she had been lying on since entering the detail zone was turned over for a dry side and drug along out of the stall. Telling Gomez, they were borrowing the tarp only for a few minutes he agreed. He understood their extravagant plan.

Outdoors Christina seductively went from man-to-man caressing inseams, chests, and cheeks. She seemed intent on keeping them entertained. After putting up money that was a given, they expected their money's worth in spades.

Reaching a clearing in the parking lot Christina crouched down and flipped her tongue out at the nearly 90 male voyeurs and cut loose peeing on the asphalt. One man volunteered a twenty-dollar bill to wipe herself off with. She managed it without getting a papercut. Shawn carefully took that twenty from her and placed it in the money bag that would pay for the mattress. "Don't take a dump. I'm not accepting dirty money." Shawn laughed!

"I'd rather not do that." She razzed him! "Are we moving my cushy cot out here?" She saw Tucker dragging the pad, then fan it out on the ground.

"Hop on Whore!" Tucker pointed at the bedding. "I'll send Dixon a few videos here once we get you moved."

"Am I walking over to Slumber Yard?" She sat down but looked at the store across the street. In response Tucker used the sole of his shoe to shove her into laying back. Forehead pressure made certain she obeyed. Greg had consulted with the biggest men in the bunch to surround her bedding. Looking up at six of them she found them bending down in unison and gripping the pad. They picked her up and spit at her as ordered by Greg. She busted up laughing and pointed across the street. "ONWARD, CHRISTINA SOLDIERS!" Let them prey!

To avoid a traffic jam on the street the six burly men escorted her to the curb. A few followers chose to halt traffic anyway and let the group jaywalk. Cars were lining up amused by the situation. Just for laughs the six men carrying her sat her down dead center of the street and abandoned her. With Tucker recording her Christina masturbated facing oncoming traffic then rolled over to her hands and knees and faced the other lane. Doggy style she fingered herself for them. With a congestion of cars lining up Greg intervened with Darnell and had the six-man entourage pick her back up and finish carrying her across the street. Honks and perverted hecklers were loving the show.

Greg, Shawn, Darnell, and Theo went from car to car offering her up to anyone interested. More takers pulled into the Car Wash and chose to let Gomez and his crew clean their cars while they went across the street to join the festivities. Twelve more pervs sent her audience over 100 guys. WOOHOO!

At Slumber Yard Beds, Gordan Churchill was sweating over deciding to allow this insane scenario. With zero business today he really needed the cash. Not to mention he was sorely needy in his own personal life. At 44 years of age, divorced by 36, and no-one special in his life outside of his dog he was prone to using his hand a bit too often. He needed a break! In his mind he would likely be bankrupt in a year anyway. Rolling the dice here seemed foolish but worth a shot in the arm. It had literally been three days since selling anything in stock. Fuck it!

Carried to the front door the Queen's consorts used the tarp to lift her at an angle where she could stand on the front sidewalk. Giddy over her most challenging efforts yet she turned to the mass gathering and threw her arms in the air and shook her monster melons like it was harvest time. Garnering applause she pivoted in step and bent over, prying her ass cheeks wide, her labia splitting in the process for a sweet pink tunnel of optimism. "FOLLOW ME INSIDE!" Now that was one offer not many in line cared to refuse. Newcomers especially!

Whistles and wolf calls sent her through the door as held open by Paco. A slap on her hefty ass had her dancing in step. Once indoors she was motioned over to be introduced to Gordan. Rubbing his sweaty hands Mister Churchill found himself tensing up the closer the busty blonde drew near. Those thick meaty nipples were gorgeous. A shaved bikini area prime real estate even with a gentle overlap of a tummy. She had lost weight the last few weeks thanks to her youthful neighbors inspiring her into sexual workouts on a daily basis. Multiple times daily at that. The body count was mounting up.

"Christina this is Gordan. He's... "

"Going to fuck me I hope." She batted her lashes at him. Instant erection as she made it quite clear her attraction to him. If not, she was one good actress. Porn star! Both! "Hi, Gordy! Sorry if I smell a little. I don't have any perfume with me and the guys won't let me go freshen up. They do supply condoms if you need one."

"I don't think the aroma is all that bad." He cleared his throat! "You are very pretty Christina."

"Even with my hair a mess? Between sweating and so much jizz I must look horrendous."

"Whore's bath without the water." Paco chuckled with Theo and Darnell joining him. "Keep on bathing bitch."

"Sounds good to me. Show me to my new home."

"Back here behind the counter. For the moment!" Gordan winked! At his request she shuffled around the wood counter and stood in front of Gordan. "You boys can go find the bed of her dreams while I get acquainted with Christina."

"Keep collecting money." Paco advised Theo and Darnell who took a backseat at the moment in speaking up. The three of them spread out looking for the newest arrivals and showing them cell footage of Chris in action to promote their interest. It was pretty amazing how many men actually felt comfortable around others enough to engage in sex with her. Condoms seen worn helped. A lot of guys worried about STDs. Saying the beauty was clean was simply not convincing in most cases. Yet, not enough to decline or volunteer at least a twenty-dollar bill toward the bed fund.

Gordan held off on anything until he was alone with Christina. "I need to ask you a question before anything."

"Alright!"

"Are these men blackmailing you into this... gangbang?"

"Not at all. I love sex and they treat me like a goddess. Most of the younger guys live in my neighborhood and always do things for me and my boyfriend."

"You have a man then?"

"He's a truck driver. He knows I sleep with others. Please let me suck your dick." She nibbled her lower lip and glared down at his tented inseam. "He looks really big."

"Too big for my britches sometimes." He smirked! "You might be shocked by it. Eleven!"

"Yay! Bigger the better!" Palm gravitating over his behemoth bulge she winked. "May I?"

"Go for it!" Dropping to her knees she unzipped his slacks. His bulk so hard to lure out it required her to unfasten his belt and pants. With a much more divided freedom she coaxed that veiny bastard out. Eyes brilliant over just how thick and shiny the crown was she looked up at Gordan with a gasp.

"Marry me!" She wasn't serious! "This could be the sexiest cock I've ever... swallowed." Without any further praise Christina went for it jaws wide, tongue lapping. A careful watch over the counter Gordan enjoyed her swift display of eagerness. The girl's lips were warm, tight and dedicated. "Jesus! You definitely know what you're doing." Plenty of practice! There were days she woke up hoarse from sucking so many dicks. She simply couldn't refuse anyone. She loved cum that much. She loved making men happy even more.

His pop can sized girth squirmed its way down her throat but at eleven inches she did struggle with the notion of balls deep. That nagged at her because she prided herself on fulfilling every man's fantasy of feeling and seeing every inch embedded within her mouth. She was certainly giving it her best shot. Her hand massaging a fat scrotum assisted in his pleasure. Noting Paco waving a bag of cash then pointing at a Queen size bed right up by the showroom window had Gordan apprehensive. Up front she and her future lovers would be impossible to hide from any actual customers. Too many congregating voyeurs on the outside looking in would certainly invite the cops.

Paco saw his hesitance but held his ground, warning the guys to spread the word for patience. Everyone understood knowing the store owner's need for a moment of privacy with Chris. Outdoors Shawn and Tucker continued sharing videos with the newbies. At 117 guys outside in wait it did look like a riot from the street. Concerned citizens walking dogs moved to the opposite side of the street by the car wash. Gomez Romero joined them as the older couple made a 911 call.

"Hey folks! No need to call the police. Gordan over at Slumber Yard is just holding a raffle for a bed." Big mistake! Elsie and Clayton Glover apologized to the dispatcher for not knowing and hung up. It was then that Elsie told Clayton they could use a new bed.

"Go buy us a few tickets." Hearing her Gomez stared across the street then turned and walked away. Clayton told Elsie to go on up the road to the dog park and wait for him. Agreeing the elderly woman led their Pomeranians onward.

Out of range Gomez called Paco as a heads up. It gave him time to warn Gordan. Forced to invade the owner's moment as he was reeling, he leaned over the counter with his protection. "Act natural! Some old fart is on his way in. Gomez said he told him there was a bed raffle sponsored by you. Just keep Christina hidden and I'll act like your assistant. I'll show him the bed I pointed out earlier."

"Shit! I'm so close too. Here!" He reached under the counter and produced at receipt pad. "When he buys a ticket tell him we ran out but give him a fake number and tell him it will still count. Unexpected response I ran low."

"Got it! Enjoy her Amigo. Enjoy him Amiga!" He reached across and patted Christina on the head. "Keep the gag reflex on the down low."

Allowed to enter Clayton Glover started for the front desk when Paco swooped in. A swift snatch of his cordless phone Gordan played it off as if he were talking to someone. Smart! "Welcome to Slumber Yard!" Paco sure didn't dress like any salesman. "Gordan back there is busy at the moment. Here for the raffle?"

"Why yes I am. How much is a ticket?"

"Twenty bucks! We actually ran out of our regular tickets, but Gordan wants to honor everyone. Our last number was 6969 so I'll jot down 6970 here for you if you want one."

"Awful big ticket. My chances are lousy because he might go after the little stubs."

"How about I tear this receipt down into the size of the tickets and fold it over. Tape it for strength even. Matter of fact I'm going to do you a solid and put a ten of my own up for you so you can get a ticket for ten bucks. Our treat considering we ran out."

"Why that's mighty nice of you son. When does he draw the winning ticket?" The 80-year-old man watched Paco tearing the paper and using a ballpoint pen from his pocket to scribble down the number 6970 on the folded paper.

"At 5:00 PM! Give us your phone number and Gordan will call you personally if you win." Fair enough! After the number exchange Paco took the man's ten dollars and handed him a second ticket version. Name on the back for recognition Clayton shook Paco's hand and stepped away. A number of men outside wished Clayton good luck. Such nice young men they were. Elsie Glover would be disappointed in losing.

"UGGGGGGGGGGGH!"

"That a boy Gordy!" Paco cheered the man on as he returned the receipt pad and tossed Clayton's fake ticket on the counter. Looked over the counter Paco found Christina slowly withdrawing from that eleven-inch pipeline. "Damn, Homie! Hung like a WHORES!" He tossed that ten dollars on the counter out of respect. Christina kissed Gordan's urethra and showed off a massive milky tongue. Rolling her face all over his erection she swallowed it and set out to suck his balls. His floppy cock over her brow shot a few more strands of semen into her blonde hair.

"Use that showroom bed but just make sure the window is blocked. How much have you collected?"

"Believe it or not $600."

"Covers that Queen!"

"Yes, you did." Christina spoke up while nuzzling his balls. "Thank you, Gordan."

"No! Thank you, Your Majesty! That was the best blowjob I've ever had." Coast clear she stood up and net him eye to eye. A kiss to his cheek first she whispered her address and phone number into his ear. A good memory Gordan Churchill jotted it down as she scurried out onto the floor. Cheers from outside brought her to the Queen-sized bed. Three feet from a large glass window as many as could huddle watched her stretch out and spread her legs. Theo burst in and dumped a box of condoms on the mattress and over her body. Pinching a nipple until she yelped Theo moved away and played doorman with Darnell. Big as bouncers, why not!

"Maybe we should really have a raffle sometime. Raffle off Christina for a fantasy that these guys get fulfilled by her." Tucker moved in with his camera. Having discussed it with many of the men in wait those that were good with pretty much making a porno were bumped to the front of the line. The others after paying up were guaranteed the opportunity of unloading on her if not in her at some point. If not, money would be returned. Common courtesy!

"Not the worst idea." Darnell looked at his bro Theo. "We could make a killing off of her, pimping her out."

"She's not a hooker guys." Shawn as always defended his crush. "If we do that raffle, the money should go to her, not us."

Oddly enough Theo nodded! "He's right! We use the fuck out of her anyway and she hasn't complained. Let's do the smart thing." Darnell agreed but he did have his eyes set on a quartet of chrome rims for his ride. He would find another way to get those shiny bitches.

The first four lucky candidates made their way indoors and surrounded the Queen in both bed and hierarchy. Stripping down was easy for three of them, the fourth man had a bit of a conscience. He was not nearly as endowed as some with a five-inch pecker, but nobody went out of their way to put him down over it. Christina even made it a point to go after him first. Sweet! Sucking him off left the bigger dicks for her holes. Ah! Now he understood her selection process. From sweet to bitch in thirty seconds! Not really! Honestly, he was happy with just that blowjob. Twenty bucks well spent!

While Dennis Marston accepted her deepthroat technique, Heath Westmore jumped at donning a colorful condom and zeroing in on her big, beautiful butthole. After seeing so many guys earlier aiming for twat it seemed like the best choice. Penetrating her anal cavity Heath went to town, adding sparks with volatile swats to her cheeks. Christina thrashed back against him with eager anticipation of a worthy outcome.

Two new guys ushered in seemed satisfied by hand jobs, Christina going to town thrashing their erections with blissful moans. Blondie knew how to make her rounds without disappointing anyone. The two in wait for pussy simply hugged her hips and stroked themselves over her jiggly body parts. Seeing their hopefulness of being tagged in Heath voluntarily paused his anal destruction and stood tall on the mattress. Ankles snatched up he lifted her lower body up and nodded at the smallest of the men.

"Crawl under her and we can DP this whore."

"Heck, yeah!" Cody Martin jumped at the chance. Moving carefully beneath her she understood the positioning without giving up on her other three paramours. Heath slowly returned her knees to the mattress and let her straddle, Cody. Eight inches found a warm, saturated home inside her cunt. Once pegged, Heath reinserted his head into her anus and the men joined forces in tearing her up.

The store owner Gordan left his counter for the front of the showroom. Giving them space he ventured to a second window to look out at the street just as a precaution. Worry was a constant! It didn't seem that anyone new was venturing in but still the head count was unbelievable outside waiting. For the next hour he watched the rotation switch out four times. Paco and Theo limited Christina's dates to fifteen minutes sink and swim. Condoms were filled and spilled over her each time. While a few guys were squeamish over her Trojan warfare being puddled across her body the line just kept on coming.

On the second hour the lot was clearing out, those fulfilled had left happy gents. Paco did have a few friends get the phone numbers of those guys willing to consider a fantasy raffle. Tucker's idea seemed fruitful so why not. Screaming orgasm after screaming whorgasm Christina was no quitter. Forty-seven more guys in wait, she waved at the window and even left her bed to crush her big wet titties in the glass. Smearing jizz all over it she licked the streaks with her tongue then hopped back into bed legs wide. Round ten! DING! DING! DONG!

Gordan puffed his cheeks knowing he needed to break out the Windex but let it all continue without calling it. On the fourth hour, nearing 4:00 PM, the lines dimmed down to the final dozen. He was sighing with relief that nothing had gone bad. Until now! "Shit! Patrol car!" Sure enough, a police car pulled into his lot and casually parked, glancing over at the gathering. A female officer at that! "This is going to go so bad." Even with the window in front of the bed being blocked by that dozen. Gordan tried to remain calm, telling Paco the situation.

"Already aware, Homie! Just relax!"

"She's just sitting out there."

"No backup, so just keep calm. We've got your back." Paco had advised Theo and Darnell to move Christina and hide her just in case. Once they warned those fucking Christina they chose to get dressed and bail. One guy even bought a small lamp just to make his exit look legit. Woohoo! Twenty-two more dollars in Gordan's register. Luckily, both of those men were parked in Slumber Yard's lot. Walking to the car wash with the lamp might have looked shady.

Christina was exhausted after so many men, so she lay there on that bed without care. She was so messy at this point that Theo and Darnell were hesitant to get their hands dirty hauling her big ass out of there. Finally, she chose to sit up at the foot of the bed. Cum drying over 70% of her body and well-used condoms carelessly thrown about on the bed and the floor, she couldn't resist what she was overhearing. A female cop had her intrigued. Using Theo to block her body she climbed his shoulders to look over the window warriors.

"BILLLLLY!" Dropping down to the floor Christina did the unthinkable and headed for the front door. Tucker continued recording for Dixon Moretti's benefit, realizing he still hadn't sent Christina's boyfriend any videos. No one stopped Christina as she darted out the door and into the parking lot. Bare feet boiling on the hot asphalt she waved at the lone police officer.

Stunned by the sight of the big, beautiful, if not messy as fuck blonde Officer Billy Kincaid lifted her sunglasses and busted up laughing. "What the fuck Bitch? I knew something was up with all those guys outside."

"You should have driven by earlier I had over 100 guys waiting on this." She stepped away from the car door and performed a 360 to show off her sticky yet glossy exterior. "How is George?" Captain George Carlton, retired! A neighbor who lived a few blocks over from Dixon and Christina's home. Chris and Billy had quite the bisexual encounter in George's front yard.

"You are insane."

"Maybe! But I'm having the time of my life."

"You know I should arrest you for indecency, right?"

"I thought George said I was under his protection."

"You are! I'm not taking you in. I'm just saying if the wrong people see you I'd have to at least put you in the backseat to look good."

"You can give me a ride home after I'm done. I still have these guys to make happy."

"You have thirty minutes. I'll swing back by and escort you home."

"You're awesome! Billy the Kid! Peeyou! Peeyou!" She made handgun fingers and playfully fired shots into the air.

"That would be you Skank." Billy fanned her nose. "Bitch you reek!"

"Jealous?"

"Maybe!" Billy did look around her at some pretty decent looking guys. "I'm off the clock in an hour. Invite them to your house and I might have a bit of fun with a couple of them."

"I can do that."

While Christina was bantering with Billy, Tucker stopped recording and sent Dixon quite a few juicy videos. He then sent earlier videos from the car wash bukkake to his boys Vincent and Mike who were still hammering the church lady Delores Shepard. Vince showed Delores how messy Christina was and that only put hellfire under her. The woman was praying for more cum herself. Odd works in mysterious ways!

"See you in thirty." Chris wiggled away from Billy and the officer drove off. Billy did wag her tongue at the 12 men still in attendance. Once out of her hair Christina ignored going indoors and lined the men up and had them whip out their dicks. Making her rounds under the canopy of the store for shade she drained all twelve men dry within those thirty minutes. Gordan had time to Windex his window and flip the mattress over on the bed. Shawn helped him pick up the condoms and Paco counted out the cash to Gordan for that Queen.

Thirty minutes expired, Billy returned in her personal car and allowed Chris to ride shotgun, a towel in the seat to avoid any messes. Of those 12 men six ventured to follow Billy back to Christina's house. Vince Collier and Mike Ballard were seated on her front steps, Delores Shepard gone home to ask forgiveness for her SkINS. She was a nervous wreck now!

At 5:10 PM, Slumber Yard looking spotless Gordan had a visitor in the old man Clayton Glover. The Queen still there but flipped and freshened with Fabreez, Paco and Gomez Romero returned expecting to get the bed. Catching Clayton before entering Paco went theatric.

"You won the raffle!"

"I did? Nobody called!"

"Gordan was also busy with hiring delivery drivers. I see you have a truck. Want us to load the bed up for you?"

"That would be mighty nice of you boys."

"Our pleasure!"

"Elsie is going to be so happy. Our bed is ancient, unlike us." He winked! "Maybe I'll get me some to break it in."

"TMI!" Gomez chuckled! "No need to sign anything even. You sit there in your truck and we'll load you up."

"Thank you! Do you haul it in the house too?" The men shrugged at one another.

"We can do that." Saved them storage of the Queen.

Gordan did help the men dismantle the bed, haul it out and shake Clayton's hand.

Gomez grabbed his car and tools and followed Clayton home. Within an hour the bed was back in action but dry side up. Gordan Churchill even threw in a Queen size set of sheets. Elsie was all over her man that night! Even if Clayton couldn't keep it up at 80.

Christina and Billy entertained those six young studs until 9:00 PM at her home. Once gone Christina took a much needed bubblebath. Her entourage dropped back by long enough to check on her. Left to her bubbles Christina giggled over her biggest day yet.

PING!

"A text from Dixon." She grew giddy and opened it. The text read as, "Is that the best you can do? LOL!"

"Are you upset?"

"Nope! I love me some Golly Holly!"

"I love you too Baby! I love my Big Dix!"

"Home by morning!"

Destiny!

"With a daughter named Venus in tow!"

Christina Holly slid down in her bathwater until submerged!

GLUB! GLUB!