Rebecca Loves Variety Ch. 04

I. Rebecca Needs Some DIY

An unaccountable Friday morning was rare, although becoming less so, with my eldest son at college, my middle son at work, and my youngest finishing high school. No time to sleep late, home projects took precedent.

The kitchen was clean and the first load of laundry was in the washing machine--churning. The to-do list wasn't long: beds, bathrooms, vacuuming and trash. Eyeing the list, it was clear the job most in need of attention wasn't on it. I was avoiding. Two weeks ago, I installed a new towel rack, leaving two holes in the wall where the old rack resided.

I was confident, but also self-aware. My do-it-yourself skills were minimal. After talking with one of the consultants at Home Warehouse and buying a drywall repair patch kit, I went home to watch a couple of online videos. The process seemed straightforward.

I followed the directions from the videos and those printed on the patch kit insert. I was creating a perfectly good mess: clumpy spackle, poorly filled holes, and an ever-growing white splotch. Damn. I knew what was next. I swallowed my pride and called my ex-father-in-law, Jim.

Jim was a retired contractor. Years in the business, knew everyone local, built most of their houses. His skills were learned on the job, no college, but he was licensed, insured, and recommended. A nice man. No, that's not true. He was nice if you were male, but a loud, crass, sexist if you were female. He stopped trying to hide that he was staring at my tits ages ago and I was able to dissuade him from grabbing my ass during the divorce; now he just gawked freely.

I explained the situation. He agreed to stop by after lunch.

I took out the trash and was vacuuming, dressed in a dirty, worn, and mostly see-through T-shirt. Work mode. The sound of his truck was particular. I heard him in the driveway. It wasn't quite 10 am.

I opened the front door and told him I'd just be a minute. Entering the bedroom, I shed my clothes as if they were toxic, and replaced them with a clean LSU jersey and sweatpants. No bra, no time. An oversized jersey was every large-breasted woman's best friend.

Back in the living room, Jim was rather pleased with himself, almost giddy. If his early arrival was designed to irritate me, it worked. But he was doing me a favor, so I shouldn't complain. Still, arriving early had disrupted my flow, my cleaning chi.

I was also on edge, which was typical when around Jim. I was waiting for an inappropriate and sexist exchange. He was never overtly rude to me, but I saw him treat other women poorly, so I waited my turn.

"Shouldn't take no time," said Jim. "Patch it up; sand and paint it later. Easy as fallin' off a log."

I followed him toward the bathroom. The side window came into view and the reason for his smugness became apparent. The sun was rising. The window had turned reflective. He could see directly into my bedroom.

"Let's see them holes," he said with a pompous smile, examining my less-than-handy work. "No problem, I can take care of you. Fix ya right up. Don't worry, first time through is always a challenge." He pushed his fingers into each hole and removed some debris.

Jim reached behind me for the spackle and rubbed his body against mine. Grrrrr... whoa! What was that? He moved back to the patch and, fuck, the old man had... things were going on down there in his pants that shouldn't be. Retreating, I stepped out the bathroom, down the hallway to the laundry room, and moved some clothes from the washer to the dryer.

I returned to the bathroom, ready for the repair. He indicated it would only take a few minutes.

"Holy fuck," I said. "What the hell?"

Jim said, "Junior ain't got one of these, missy." He was groping himself. "As his old man, I'd know."

He was standing naked in the bathroom, waving his cock at me. He had a long fatty. My ex had nothing like that--just the opposite. My ex would make me cum every now and then, but almost by accident (it always surprised us both). It was in my second year of marriage that I discovered rabbit vibrators. What a night that was; I damn near destroyed my clit.

"Both of my son's ain't got much between their legs. Skipped a generation, I guess."

I froze, my mind catching up. "What the fuck are you doing?" His cock was almost fully hard and dangerously large. He showed no embarrassment or reticence at being naked, on the contrary, what I saw was pure conceit and sleaze.

"Just following your lead. You showed me your tits and ass, least I could do is return the favor."

"I did not." I took a step back to the bathroom door. He matched my step, his cock swaying. "I never--"

"Changing in your bedroom where you knew I could see you. You ran back there just to show me. No need to be embarrassed. We all got needs. I'm sure I can meet yours."

I said, "I've got no needs," taking another step back. "That was a mistake." My voice shook. His head was oversized and his shaft was hefty and hard. Damn near perfect; just how I like them. "I don't tease."

"We'll see about that. You got some knockers, honey." Jim closed the distance and squeezed my tits. "Big ol' titties. Look at these things." He shook them from side to side.

I was watching a movie. Distant and separate. "You shouldn't be doing that." Words were slow. His audacity and cock mesmerizing me. "Stop playing with my tits." Fucking hell, my nipples hardened. My speech was rote, automatic. I was saying what I was supposed to say, but there was strange detachment, no intensity or urgency.

"My son ever satisfy you? Of course not. You'd think a firefighter'd know better." He pushed his hands under my jersey, cupped my free-floating tits. "So, fucking soft. A girl with hooters like these, I'm sure you've been banged by some good ol' Christian boys over the years, eh?"

He kneaded and pulled on me. He was right. His son never did satisfy, but other men, some of his son's friends, had me screaming. Since our divorce, I was making up for lost time, but not all men knew how to handle that.

Jim's big cock and dirty talk had me angry and aroused. Fight or flight... or fuck. He tapped into a deep-seated river of emotion and insecurity. I loved men gawking and groping my body. It was mischievous and improper, and made me feel wanted--I was a bit warped that way.

"I think I need to..." Brain freeze. My mind was indignant. My body was on fire.

"Feel that sweet cheeks?" He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. "That's what a real man feels like." He made sure I gripped his cock. "That's what you need."

Definitely not right. Just wrong, plain wrong. My pussy dampened. Everything was moving so fast, too fast. He only arrived a few minutes ago and now he had me holding his cock, which was hard and thick and inviting. He was twice the size of his son, maybe more.

"If you don't mind me sayin'," said Jim, "you look like you need some country boy to bend you over," he pinched my nipples, hard, "and drive you to church."

"Ouch!" His mauling felt better than it should. He pushed me back, off balance, ripping my jersey up and over her head. "Not so fast," I said. "Good lord." My tits bounced uncontrollably, much to his pleasure.

He said, "These are ripe." Renewing his assault. "You know you got 'fuck me' written all over you, right?" He slapped each tit.

"Ouch!" I said, again.

"Men must be steppin' all over their dicks to get in your pants."

Absolutely. Since I turned 18, men have been trying to gain access--some succeeding, most not. In my younger years, older men hit on me the hardest, but now age didn't seem to matter, both younger and older were coaxing me to bed. I squeezed his cock. It was firm like a handrail, and one of the fattest I'd seen.

"I learned to say 'no' early," I said, retreating another step, trying to shake the fog rolling across my brain.

"That's a shame, but I won't be takin' 'no' for an answer." He matched my step.

I learned not everyone does. My mind was in overdrive. One of my dad's friends got to me the day I turned 21. He invited me over to see his horses. Beautiful beasts. In the stables, he told me about how the stallion mounts the mare, penetrating her over and over. "It's an act of God, really," he said. He reached around and started to play with my ass. "God is good. Yes?"

I agreed, but I also told him I didn't think what he was doing was a good idea.

He continued talking, walking behind me, emerging on the other side. "Sometimes the mare moves away, but the stallion, he's persistent, always testing, until he's successful." He was groping my tits.

I said he should probably stop. My dad wouldn't approve.

"It's the mare's purpose, to be bred," he said, walking in front of me, his hand rubbing my pussy through my jeans. "That's why God put them here." More groping. "That's why you're here." I had never heard such talk.

I let him know I wasn't ready to get pregnant

"I bet I can convince you otherwise." He pulled out his thickening cock. "See, I have a big, hard dick, just like the stallion." I hadn't seen a lot of dicks in my life, but this was the biggest yet. He rubbed me harder. Leaning close to my ear, he said, "I'm going to breed you, Rebecca. It's your purpose, just like the mare."

He pushed and vibrated his fingers over my clit. More moans, more wetness. My body responded. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My pussy was saturated from his persistence and in a rush, my brain betrayed me. "Yes," I said.

Fuck. I didn't mean to do that, but in the moment I'd agreed. I heard my mother's voice in my head, telling me I must be good to my word. Certainly, this isn't what she meant. I let him pull down and off my pants and underwear. I wasn't a virgin, but neither was I experienced.

He took off my shirt and bra, and turned me around. Being naked in the barn was a captivating rush. "You must get used to being mounted," he said. "You're a gift from God." He was manhandling my tits from behind; I could feel his hard cock against the crevice of my ass. "A stallion mounts fast and hard, are you ready?"

Ready? I'd already agreed. I couldn't say no. Mom said so. "Mount me," came out of my mouth. It was my purpose. I was a gift from God. That's what he said. He wouldn't lie. He pushed me over a hay bale and I shouted, full throated, as he plunged his cock into me, fast and hard, just as he'd said. "Oh, God..." His cock head expanded my pussy as he drove himself in. "Oh, God..." He was unrestrained.

"Men will take you." He was ramming me. "Admit you love it."

He drove into me, hard, filling the barn with my ungodly noises. He gored me repeatedly and savagely.

"Say it, Rebecca. You love being bred."

I couldn't stop howling with each thrust. I'd never--"Fuuuuuck, Jesus... oh, God... oh, God... oh, God..." He was incredibly rough, forceful, and uncontrollable. I was babbling. My pussy was raging. I couldn't resist. "Fuck, I love... it." That wasn't anywhere close to a lie.

"Of course you do." He slammed me. "This is your purpose, slut."

My first "slut." I was out of control. My brain and mouth were no longer connected, "Harder. Yesssssssss." He had me cumming on his cock. "God... oooooh." Shaking violently. "My purpose... Jesus..." I was exploding with sweat. "Bred."

He laughed at me, thrusting deep. Slapping my ass, he said, "You worship big dicks now, slut."

He plowed into me, tossing me around the hay bale. Me yelling and screaming obscenities I never used before. He laid into me for quite a while--on the hay bale, in a horse stall, and finally, on a table in the grooming room. Cumming repeatedly. By the end, I was begging to be bred.

"Anything you want," I said, gasping, cumming again, having lost count. "I'm your mare." I looked at him through my tangled hair. "Fast and hard." I wanted it.

"Tell me your dad was wrong."

I would never speak poorly of my dad. "I'm sorry, daddy," I said, "I love big cocks." I had no restraint left. "You're fucking his daughter." I was on the verge of tears. "Fuck her hard."

"Time to breed you."

I cried out, "Fuck, yes, fill my pussy." Laying on the groom table, I pulled my knees up to my check, my pussy was his to use. "I need to be bred." And he did, spraying me down from the inside. "Ooooh, God, cum in me." I couldn't say 'no.'

"By the looks of it," said Jim, "saying 'no' isn't what's on your mind."

Jim's voice brought me back. I was in my living room again. My nipples rock hard and my pussy inflamed.

"I'm thinkin' a big girl like you must love big dick." He reached out and pawed my pussy through my pants. "Tell me I'm wrong, cunt."

I couldn't. My body was wracked with craving and hunger. I wouldn't lie.

"You've got a big snatch." He rubbed me hard. "A lot of men fill you up?"

I jumped and squirmed. "Big... I guess." I'd never thought about having a big pussy, but I was a big girl who liked cock. "Maybe." What my father-in-law was doing was wrong, but my body always had a mind of its own. "Yes." He was a pig. "A lot."

Jim smiled. "Tell me you love big dick, cunt." He pulled my sweatpants to the ground, my thong hanging on for dear life. "Tell the truth, now; don't go lying to ol' Jim. Your snatch'll tell the tale."

He reached his hand into my thong and I whimpered and squealed as his fingers began to play. He already knew I was wet; I couldn't deny it. I moved my hand on his fat cock.

"I love big cock." A yearnful moan slipped past my lips. "Big's... good." He was teasing my clit. He was a male chauvinist, but he knew how to excite a woman. "Shouldn't be doing this."

"Tell me you love my big dick," Jim said, ignoring my plea, stoking his own ego.

"Fuuuuuck." Trying to resist wasn't working; he was abusing and degrading me, and I was being raw and cheap. "Oh, I, uh, wait..." I didn't want to respond, but my hips rocked forward onto his fingers and he slid them further into me.

"Gooooooooood..." Stroking his cock, I said, "I love your big cock." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I just couldn't help it. "It's so fat." My truth wouldn't stop coming out of my mouth. "And long." I talk too much when I get excited, "Fuuuuuck, yeaaaaah."

"You're my big dick bitch, now, cunt."

His voice exuded ownership, authority, and condescension. He'd gotten me all but naked. My mind and body were at war. Vile. Obnoxious. Righteous. Raunchy.

"Tell me." He finger banged me, my pussy making embarrassing sloshing noises.

I shook my head in desperation, hair falling over my face. My pussy was flooded and he was going to make me cum with his fingers. I needed him to stop. "Aaaaaaaah, fuuuuuck. Yes." Stop talking, slut. Shut up. "I'm your... big cock bitch." I was now pulling hard on his cock. I needed it. "I can't believe--"

Jim grabbed my arm, pushing me to my knees, my tits ricocheting off of each other. "You're white trash." Without a moment's hesitation, he shoved his cock in my mouth, forcefully. "Suck it, bitch."

I shrieked. The idea of having my father-in-law's cock in my mouth was repulsive. My body shook. With my head knocked about by his thrusts, I kept my mouth and throat open for him, spit frothing and spraying, drool running down my chin.

"It's about fuckin' time you sucked my dick, you teasin' cunt," said Jim. "Wavin' those tits around football games. Parading your big ass around the pool. I can't believe you thought you could flash me tonight and get away with it."

Teasing, no, never, not on purpose. "Rrrrrr, Rrrrrr, Rrrrrr," I growled with each assault. I couldn't help it. Things were out of control. "No," I said when he pulled out of my mouth. "Not a tease."

"Not anymore, you're not, bitch. This is where you belong," he said, "on your knees sucking dick." He smeared my face with his cock, telling me I was nothing but a prissy cocksucker.

I gasped and stammered and panted. "Not prissy."

Jim kept slapping my face with his cock, calling me a cocksucker.

I wheezed and grunted. "Ok, ok, ok." The cock slapping demeaned and excited me. "I'm a cocksucker." Everything was in overdrive. No time to think. "I love to suck cock." It was all true.

Mind and mouth broken, I used my hands to keep from falling completely backward. I leaned back, Jim stood over me, held my head, pile driving my mouth like a piston, crushing any words that might be said.

"Just like Laura Beth," said Jim, fucking my face brutally. "She thought she could tease me too, but now she's my goddamn fuck slut." He rubbed my face with his balls. "Lick my balls, bitch."

"Yes, sir," I said, filling my mouth.

"I'll tell you a secret, you may notice Laura Beth's youngest looks a lot like me." More face fucking. "When my other worthless son went on his hunting trip last year, I knocked up that bitch in a second, and she loved it." I was powerless as he ravaged my mouth and slapped my face. "I'm still giving it to the dumb bitch every chance I get. She can't get enough."

Un-fucking-believable. He'd already abused his other daughter-in-law and gotten her pregnant; now he was after me. He was on some sort of mission to punish us. My throat was making guttural noises I'd never heard before.

"She started just like you: 'Wait. What. Huh?'" he said in a high-pitched mocking voice. "Dumb slut. She's white trash, too. Ended up begging for it. 'Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.' I banged that cunt 'til she dripped my spunk and couldn't walk straight."

Caught by surprise, he pushed me off his cock. I fell back on the floor--coughing and heaving. "Christ," I said, rolling over. My pussy was calling out for attention. "Laura Beth?" Jim's dirty and indecent words and actions were corrupting my mind with depravity and wickedness. "Your baby?"

"Stand up, bitch," said Jim, "your next."

Disoriented and tottering, standing like I was on shifting ice, he slapped my ass. Fear wasn't exactly what I was feeling, I was too woozy for that, I'd never seen this side of him before. Controlling and uncontrollable. Propping myself up, I said, "Next, like Laura Beth." Contradictions filled me: compelled, aroused, repulsed, enthralled.

"Look at my dick, bitch." It was large, hard, and shiny from my throat. "You want this in your snatch? You want a big dick?"

Fat. Luscious. Stiff. I was losing touch with my conscience. "I want your big cock," I said with pure honesty and lust, "deep in me." My mouth was in a filthy and vulgar mood. "I'm your big cock bitch." My hunger for cock ached.

He twirled me around and bent me over the armchair. He was in charge. Before I could edit, I said, "I can be your dumb bitch, too." My body was wound tight with sexual energy and my mouth was running wild. "I need your big, fat cock."

"Time to breed more white trash," he said, running his cock along my slippery lips.

"Oh, God," I said, not having thought this through. I'm 51, I shouldn't get pregnant. The last thing I needed was another child. "Maybe we should--"

"Shut up, bitch," he said as he split my pussy. "I'm gonna flood this ripe pussy 'til you're a fountain of spunk."

"AAAaaaaah." I screamed in pleasure and pain. Gentle he was not. "Fuuuuuuuuck." My body shook as he slammed me. "Oh, fuck... fuck... fuck..." He was fast, hard, and relentless, nothing like his wham-bam son. I was a mare again.

"Ever been raw dogged like this, cunt?"

"Jesus... pound me." I felt my body going crazy, overruling my mind in every sense. "Smash me." I was owned. "I am a fuck slut." No doubt.

He had me firmly by the hips and was reaming me with his hard cock. My body shook each time he impaled me.

"Yes... shit." My tits were everywhere. "I'm... so... fucked." My hair was flying, a rag doll. "Big cock bitch. God."

"You and Laura Beth, big dick whores."

I hated that word. "Fuck me." Jim grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. My yeeesssssss filled the room. Unexpected, but wanted. I couldn't help it. It was wrong. I didn't care. I'm not prissy, I'm slutty, I like that.

"You want to get fucked?"

"Yes. God yes. I'm a big cock wh... whore."

"Everyone wants to fuck you, bitch, everyone, young men, old men." He was fucking me faster. I was holding onto the chair for dear life. "I haven't met a man yet who didn't want their dick in this snatch." He pulled me off of the chair and threw me to my hands and knees. "You're gonna start putting out." He mounted me again.

The thought of other men wanting to fuck me always thrilled me to the core. "Goddamn." I was already putting out for men, but that more men wanting to fuck me was enthralling and arousing. "Putting out for men."

"Laura Beth's already being passed around town, and you're next." He slapped my ass and smiled at my cries. "Both my boys' wives are easy fuck sluts. How did I get so lucky?" He was rocking me back-and-forth on his dick. "She ain't nothin' but a skinny little tramp, but you've got heft. Those big titties of yours puttin' on quite the show."

I was astounded when an orgasm came out of nowhere and devastated me. "Fuuuuuck, fucking fuck, Goddamn." I was sweating and he kept ramming me. I loved his fat cock destroying me. "My pussy." I was beyond making sense. "Cumming... fuck... fuck... white trash... bitch... slut." My body vibrated as my pussy tightened around his cock. "Jeeeeeeesus."

"I'm gonna knock you up."

"Fuuuuuck. Got... oh, Jeeeeezus." I didn't want to get pregnant, but I couldn't tell him to stop. My body never would have forgiven me. "Easy. Slut." My orgasm pulsed with each thrust. I was lost in the lust, with no other agenda than to stay there and get fucked.

"I've been waiting for this since you married that useless son of mine. I could tell you were a country tramp."

He was unstoppable, pounding me within an inch of my life. "Use my..." I couldn't help myself; my orgasm was tearing me apart. "I am your fuck girl," I babbled, my mouth fumbling over words. "Big cock... bitch... whore... slut." All of his dirty talk, his degrading treatment, thoughts of his friends using me, was all frying my mind. "Pass around... Laura Beth... pass me... knock me... up."

"First load, cunt," said Jim. "Everyone spunks in you, got it?"

"Yesssss. Yes. Yes." My orgasm was still working its way through my body. "Everyone." I felt him gushing. "Flood me." He seemed to cum buckets. I could see why he got Laura Beth pregnant. "Breed me." He was.

"Enjoy the load, bitch. We'll see how long it takes. Get that belly swelling."

I could feel him slowing, my body sinfully traumatized. Orgasmic rapture. "Thank you," I panted, falling forward onto the floor, as he withdrew from me. "Oh, Jesus, that was unthinkable." The incomprehensibility of what just happened muddled my mind. "Fucking good."

Jim moved up to my face and smeared it with a mixture of his cum and my juices. I could feel his cum oozing from my pussy. "Thank you for coming over and... filling my holes." I meant it. The way I felt was undefinable--scandalized, satisfied, euphoric, ashamed. "I'm your fuck slut."

"Of course you are, for life, cunt. You'll be seeing more of me."

I heard Jim drive away. Dumbfounded. He'd worked me over with his fat cock like a pro. I felt my pussy twitching its pleasure from the beating it'd taken.

II. Rebecca's Over the Moon

After Jim left, it took a while before I was able to get up off the floor and take a shower. The shower was long and hot, my body and mind full of the excitement Jim thrust into me. Finally, it was time to get ready for work.

I put on a sheer bra and thong set, my nipples and pussy clearly visible--just how I wanted them. My electrified state was clearly guiding my decision making, including the low-cut button-down shirt and flirty skirt. Nothing too slutty, I just wanted to feel sexy.

Having a coffee shop on the first floor of the office building made me happy. I wasn't one of those unbearable pre-coffee humans, but I did find a latte and a Danish in the morning a good way to start.

"Rebecca, vanilla latte?" called out the Barista. I am a part of something, a member of the group, Clan of the Coffee Bean. In a city, filled with rugged individuals, hearing someone call your name offering up a welcoming delight, is perfect.

Also, the peacefulness of the coffee shop encouraged a slow start, which after this morning's thrashing, I needed. The new Howser job was good for me, giving me a sense of purpose and a renewed sense of self, and sitting by the window watching strangers walk by, I could see my future brighten.

"Can I get you anything else?" asked the barista.

He had been overly attentive taking my order and calling my name, but I must admit, I liked the extra attention--even at half my age, an approving male gaze was still appreciated.

"No," I said, "I think I'm good."

"You're better than good," said the barista, "if I may be so bold."

My good morning just kept getting better. Other women may not like it, but I still enjoy getting hit on by young men. "You may indeed be so bold." Someday that will stop, so I'll enjoy it while I can. "Just be careful you don't catch something you can't reel in."

A surprise tingle emanated from below at the Cheshire cat grin the barista gave me as he walked away. Now, that was sexy. Heavens, time for me to head upstairs to work before I get myself into more trouble.

"You've been here a while, yes?" said the young man waiting for the elevator.

My barista break was over, the real world called. "Yes and no," I said. "In the city, yes, not too long here at Howser." It seemed longer, pleasantly so; the way one feels after a job well done.

"For me, the beginning started this week; we just moved into the second floor. Starting a new AI software and filmmaking company. Thought you could give me the lay of the land, the building and surrounding area."

My weakness, helping others, especially when in distress. "I'm happy to help." If anyone understood how easy it was to get lost around here, it was me. "What do you need?" I followed him into the elevator.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to show you my studio and then pump you for information. Wisdom appears from a pure and peaceful mind."

I had time to spare. No meetings and Margaret was out for the day. She's a great boss, but having the day all to myself was wonderfully decadent. Moon, I kid you not, I almost died when he introduced himself, led the way.

"I'm not sure about a pure and peaceful mind, but I've lived in and around Baton Rouge my entire life," I said.

His studio was... spartan. It had a nice sized entry room, where a non-existent office manager would sit, with several rooms attached, including at least three offices, a conference room, and what appeared to be a relaxation or chill room with couches and at least one big-screen TV.

"I know, I know," he said looking at my face. "Just the basics. Chairs, desks, and computers. We'll fill in the gaps over time. At least I know you won't lie to me; your face is completely transparent."

I'm a terrible liar. "I wouldn't lie anyway." There have been times a fib or two would've made my life easier, but I just can't do it. More times than not, though, telling the truth worked to my advantage.

"You don't lie? They do say, people can choose between the sweet lie or the bitter truth."

I laughed. Moon's incredulity was amusing. In today's culture, lying was almost a sport. "Nope. My mom used to say, 'lie begets lie.' It's just not worth it. I always choose the bitter truth, if that's the choice." My mom didn't have as many sayings as dad, but hers were foundational.

"Interesting," Moon said, surveying me, walking around the conference room table. "Maybe a little white lie to cancel a date or stay home rather than go out?"

Why do people always feel they need to test me--as if I was lying about lying. "Nope. No lies, white or otherwise. Sometimes I won't answer a question, but that's typically because it's none of their business, usually something about someone else. That wouldn't be right."

"Fair enough." Moon stopped in front of the window overlooking the street, as well as the glass and steel modern building on the other side. "What's the best thing about working in this building?"

It was fun answering his questions. Where to go for lunch? (Carr's Market) The nearest copy store? (Piño and Kinkaid). What time was traffic the worst? (4:15 pm) Funny, there's a traffic jam to avoid the traffic jam.

"How many people are in your company?" I asked.

"I have three partners," said Moon. "They're all offsite at meetings trying to figure out the city bureaucracy and scope talent."

"I'm not very political, that sort of thing bores me." No one in my family was political, so I came by it honestly. "What kind of talent?"

"People who like to be in front of the camera making videos. Do you make videos?"

"Sometimes. A bit for Insta and friends."

"Maybe we can make some videos later," said Moon, leaning against the window. "Ok, then, a new direction, a more interesting direction. The most inappropriate person you've ever had sex with?"

"Ouch! Where'd that come from?" Even being truthful, I'm not quite sure what the answer would be. "Seriously?"

"The truth will set you free."

"You bastard," I said, in mock disdain. There was no way to be mad at him, it was a funny question. "Hmmmm, not sure." My brain had trouble with the 'inappropriate' part. What was inappropriate for others, probably wasn't inappropriate for me.

"I slept with one of my professors in college," I said, "and I've slept with a stranger." I know 'a' is stretching it, but he didn't ask for a head count, "and I slept with one of my best friend's nephew." That seemed like a reasonable list. "Take your pick, I guess."

"Now, we're cooking with gas." Moon sat down at the end of the conference table. "By words we learn thoughts; when it comes to your sex life, what word best describes you?"

Rather than asking directly, he was asking me for a description. Smart. "Shit." Moon cocked his head like a dog who just heard a strange noise. "No, that's not my answer, smart ass." The truth had many answers. "Slut," I said. It was the one word that kept coming to mind.

"Curious." Moon smiled as if had just won the lottery. "Sit down... slut. May I call you slut?"

This truth thing was both easy and embarrassing. "Yes, that's fine." I liked being called a slut, most of the time. When it's meant to be a character assassination, that's not cool, but otherwise, I'm all for it.

The chairs were not high-priced office chairs; they twirled and were on rollers, but not much else. Comfortable enough, dubious for a long meeting. He walked up and I knew the next question was brewing. His mind was fun to watch unwind.

"How about a couple of buttons, while we continue." He pointed at my chest. "Human action flows from three sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge. You can unbutton because it's sexy, because it makes you happy, or because you know how men and women work. Take your pick, I guess."

"What are you, a philosopher?" He was an intelligent sort with a kind face--a dangerous combination.

"Plato. Evidence of a misspent youth. The measure of a man is what he does with power, he said."

His eyes brightened and his smile widened as two buttons gave way to three. My shirt was now open below my bra. I leaned back in the chair, the blouse opening wider. Let's see what he does with this.

"Desire? Emotion? Knowledge?" said Moon.

He was having trouble not gazing at my cleavage. The power of tits is amazing. His curiosity was charming. "All three."

"Which leads?"

"Unquestionably, desire and emotion, in equal parts." My motivations in life tended to lean heavily toward the sensual, especially since my divorce. My marriage wasn't sexless, but close enough. His leaving was a release.

"Does that make you a... blonde bimbo?"

I liked his straightforwardness. I said it didn't. While my brain worked just fine, my libido worked overtime. "I'm not dumb, boobs notwithstanding, I just love sex." My body was agreeing. "I'm a slut, not a floozie."

As Moon walked past, he whispered, "Take your shirt off," and disappeared behind me. "If that would be true to who you are." It would seem contrary to deny that was not me, and I didn't mind. I tossed my shirt on the table with a dramatic flair.

"Wow," drifted quietly from Moon's lips. "Glad you agree that being honest pertains to actions, not just words," said Moon.

It was nice that a younger man found my curves wow-able. This was getting fun. He was full of surprises.

"Oh, my God," I blurted, louder than intended. Moon was strutting along the other side of the table, looking out the window, his naked, hard cock leading the parade--a full, upward salute that bobbed and weaved, avoiding things that go bump in the night.

"When was the last time you had a dick in that very pretty mouth of yours, slut?"

He rounded the corner at the far turn of the conference table and was coming down the homestretch, still bobbing and weaving.

"Saturday, and before you ask, it was Scott." He was nearing the finish line. "My next-door neighbor's son." The parade ended just out of reach. "He works at Central Auto Parts." His cock waved at me. "He's young, not too young, and treats me just right."

"For a slut, you're certainly overdressed," he stood erect, just like his cock, "don't you think?"

I was clearly overdressed for the direction of the conversation. "I definitely think." Apparently, I had worn the right outfit. I unzipped my skirt and tossed it on top of my blouse. Heels, thong, bra--I was definitely feeling sexy. "This better?"

"If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I am definitely beholding," said Moon. He held up his phone and asked, "Do you mind?"

Feeling a bit provocative, I was happy for Moon to take pictures. "Not at all." I smiled at him as he walked around me holding up his phone. Click. Click. Click.

"Move against the edge of the table and arch your back."

I did. This position certainly put my tits on display. I moaned a bit and licked my lips in honor of him making me feel sexy.

"Fantastic. Now turn around and lean all the way over the table. Spread your legs a bit."

I never had anyone put me in poses; it was exhilarating. After taking pictures of me from behind, he walked around the table and stopped directly in front of me.

"Get up on your elbows, show me that cleavage I've been admiring."

"You're bad, Mr. Moon." I was loving every minute of it. "In the best of ways."

"I'm glad you approve. If you don't mind, take off your bra and lean forward again."

My pussy flushed. "Like this?" I said leaning over, my bra halfway down the table.

"Perfect. Arch your back a bit more, let your tits hang free."

He moved me around the room, posing me in various sensual and risqué positions. He had me sitting in the middle of the conference room table, leaning back with my knees up, taking pictures of my pussy with my face in the background. Then, on all fours, looking over my shoulder, smiling. Fuck, this was wonderfully racy.

"Stay right there," he told me as he left the room. He returned with a handheld video camera. A fancy job with a big lens, fold out little screen, and microphone on top.

"What's that about?" I said, still on all fours, eyeing him as he walked around me again.

"You've been so good about letting me take pictures, I was hoping you'd be OK with some video. Beauty is truth."

While the camera was certainly more sophisticated than his phone, and a bit intimidating, it was still just video. I always let men take video of me, yet this felt different.

"Sure, ok, that's fine," I said. I couldn't think of a good reason to say 'no.'

He told me to sit on the edge of the table and play with my tits. With his camera staring me down, I groped them, squeezing and pushing them together. I let out a sexual sigh.

"You're amazing, slut," said Moon. "So damn sexy. You must have the local men frothing."

I was shaking from the brazenness of my actions and the allure of his comments. Having the big camera there, and Moon telling me what to do, really changed the dynamics.

"Let's raise the heat a bit. Are you up for that?"

A challenge. "Always." I love being challenged. He told me to take off my thong. I hopped off the table and added my thong to the pile of clothes. He told me to lean back and spread my legs.

"Put your foot up on the chair so we can really see your smooth pussy, slut."

Exposing myself electrified me. This was new slut territory and it was intoxicating. The suggestive poses were both sensuous and raunchy; I reached down and started rubbing my pussy.

"The slut likes showing herself off, doesn't she?" said Moon.

There was no denying it, I did. I've been showing myself off to a lot of men lately, but Moon was bringing me to a new high.

"I do. I love for men to see me as a sexual object. I want them to see me and long to fuck me." My sexual excitement was starting to make me chatty.

"Tell us about Saturday night with Scott."

"Ooooooh, that was raw," I said playing with my clit. "Scott's my next-door neighbor's son." I knew I had told him that already, but that was before he started taking video. "He just graduated from college and works at Central Auto Parts. He comes over every now and then, and takes care of my needs."

Moon seem to be alternating between showing my entire body and zooming in on my pussy. Talking dirty and rubbing my clit was pushing me to the edge.

"He texted me before he left work and said he was coming over, so I met him at the door in a T-shirt. 'How's my fuck slut?' he said. I love it when he treats me like white trash."

I was breathing heavily and opened my legs a bit further. The more aggressive I got with my pussy, the more my tits shook. Moon noticed, zooming in.

"He had me kneel on the floor and fucked my face, my hair flying everywhere, calling me his 'mama slut.' He was rock hard and jamming his cock down my throat."

I slowed my pussy abuse to delay my orgasm, edging.

"I told him that I needed to be fucked and that I'd been fantasizing about his big cock since he texted. Which was true. He stood me up and pushed me against the window that faced his father's house. As I leaned against the window, he slid his big cock into my sopping pussy."

Moon had me sit on the edge of the table, spread my legs, and put a foot on each chair. My pussy was on fire and completely exposed for Moon's camera. More grinding on my clit.

"He grabbed my hips and pounded, as my tits rocked with wild abandon. I was his slut and he treated me like one. 'Are you still fucking my father,' he asked."

I couldn't hold off my orgasm much longer. Thinking about Scott and his dad both fucking me...

"I told him his father fucked me the day before. He had."

It was glorious. He took me in the middle of his backyard; our indiscretions shielded from the highway running in front of our houses by a thin line of trees. On all fours, he mounted me as his German Shepherd licked my face. I was half expecting him to give his dog a go at me.

"Scott told me he would have to punish me for that, with his cock. I was yelling for him to slam me, to show his dad how a real man fucks me. I came so hard on his cock I almost passed out."

I was sweating and moaning in between sentences. I was cumming for Moon and his camera.

"I slid off his cock and slumped to the floor, a hot, sweaty mess. He stood over me jerking off, and said, 'You're the neighborhood slut; everyone's getting some of that pussy.'"

My pussy was radiating heat. "Fuuuuuuck." My hand a blur as it vibrated my clit, blasting an orgasm throughout my body. "Oh, God--'I am the neighborhood slut,' I said and he shouted, spewing cum all over my face and down my tits."

I closed my eyes, sweating, wheezing, gushing. The orgasm spread.

"He walked away leaving me on the floor, dripping, a well fucked cum slut. At the door, he said, 'Next time I'm bringing my friend, Reggie, he wants a turn.' All I could do was nod."

I slowed my vibrating, tingling reaching my hands. I fell back on the table, legs splayed, pussy seeping sweet nectar.

"You are a star," said Moon. "I could watch you all day."

I sat up slowly, not anywhere close to composed, but a little less messy than before. "Holy fuck, that was crazy." Sliding off the table, my feet kissed the floor. "You bring out the slutty bad girl in me."

"I'm happy to hear that." Moon stood next to the conference room door. "Now, walk into the Rec Room. It's across the waiting room to the right."

My walk was staggered, not quite drunk, but definitely under an influence. I could feel Moon walking behind me, "You gettin' this, Moony?"

"Every wiggle and waggle."

I laughed and shook my ass. The Rec Room was more than couches and a TV. It also included a big fridge, a couple of tables, and more computers with the largest screens I'd ever seen.

"Are you ready to level up, slut?" said Moon, setting the camera on a tripod next to the computers. "Or are you out of gas? Tapping out?"

I was primed and ready "I've got a big tank," I said. "Wait, that didn't come out right." I giggled. Life was very good at the moment. "I never tap out." I'd passed out a couple of times, but never tapped out. "I'm always good to go.

"Good to hear, slut."

Moon pushed me onto a couch, after which he positioned the camera in front of me, low to the ground, with the lens facing up at me. Walking onto the couch, standing up, he straddled me.

Looking down at me, his cock pushing against my forehead, he said, "I'm going to fuck that stunning face of yours, slut," pushing his cock against my lips. "Drive my cock all the way down your slutty throat."

"Fuck, yes," I said with determination in my voice. I wanted him to use me. "I love to have my face fucked, good and hard." He wasn't going to get the best of me.

Moon was good to his word. He pushed into my mouth and I leaned my head back, opening my throat. In three strokes I had his stomach pressed against my nose. In five strokes he was assaulting me, destroying my face and throat. Glorious.

"You're a goddamn porn queen, slut." Moon withdrew from my mouth and rubbed my face with his cock.

"My boss says the same thing," I said.

"I can't think of a single man who wouldn't like to watch you get fucked."

"God, I love that." Being watched had always been one of my ongoing fantasies.

"You ready to be a porn star, slut?"

"Maybe," I said. "it's been on my mind ever since he said that." It had. I don't know why, but I'm fascinated by the possibility--so many men watching me while they stroke their cocks.

"You like to make men cum?" said Moon.

"Oh God, more than anything, especially when they cum on me."

Moon took me from the couch and stood me in the middle of the room while he reset the camera.

"You're taking a lot of video," I said.

"As much as I can. The camera loves you."

My pussy flooded at the thought that I looked good on camera having sex. Other men had taken video with their phones, but never like this.

"Then I'm glad you're getting it," I said. "What do you want me to do next?" My mind was full of scandalous and unholy thoughts; I was ready for anything. "I'm your girl."

Apparently, that was just what Moon wanted to hear. "It's time you got fucked, don't you think?"

"You been reading my mind." I couldn't have agreed more. "You're the boss." I was way too excited to put up any kind of fight and watching his hard cock bounce through the air as he set up the camera, there was nothing more that I wanted than to have him impale me. "I'm your fuck slut."

"Just like with Scott."

"Uh huh, and more if you'd like." Maybe it was the way my day started with Jim, but I was impassioned and way too agreeable. Moon was making it fun to be slutty. "Take me."

Moon kicked an ottoman in front of me and told me to bend over and put my hands on it. I did, giving him full access to my pussy. I spread my legs a bit. It also put my head directly in line with the camera. I was being watched again.

"Imagine we're making porn: Moms of Central Debauchery. You're a mom of Central, aren't you?"

"I definitely am. I have three boys." I liked where this was going.

"Excellent. Introduce yourself, slut." said Moon.

Oh, fuck. "Yes, sir." I paused, my pussy twitched, then I looked into the camera, "Hey there, y'all, I'm Rebecca, from Central, Louisiana." I felt Moon probing my pussy with his cock head and I rocked my hips back-and-forth, enticing him to enter.

"I've spent my whole life here; some of you may know me from Central High or the Central Athletic Association or the Baptist church." The idea of somebody watching this who knew me was driving me wild.

"You've probably never seen me like this." I figured the camera was not only filming my face, but my swinging tits too. "I guess you could say I'm a good Christian mom of Central gone wild." Moon began fucking me, slowly, just with the first inch or so.

"I love getting fucked. Some of you already know that!" I giggled, again. My body heat was rising fast with Moon's attention. "In high school I was pretty prim and proper, but now I'm more feisty and fun loving." I winked. Moon gave me a couple more inches.

"Good God," I said. "This is my first time on film like this. I can't believe it. I hope you like what you see. I want--" Moon plunged is cock deep into my saturated pussy.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaa, fuuuuuuuck," I cried out in raw pleasure, his cock sinking into my depths. "Jeeeeesus, that's good cock." He wasted no time slamming, long hard strokes, his hips slapping my ass... smack, smack, smack. "Fuck me. Goddamn it, fuck me, hard."

Moon had my whole body shaking with every thrust. He held me tight and was driving himself into me, over and over. He grabbed my hair and pulled hard; I yelled as my head flew back. "Yes! I'm a--"

"Easy fuck slut," said Moon. Spanking my ass. I was definitely being a bad girl.

With my head pulled back, I was totally out of control. "Yes, Rebecca's an easy fuck slut." My tits were violently crashing into each other for everyone to see.

I could feel an orgasm threatening, more than edging. The face fucking, the camera, the pounding, it was all too much. It was clear that this one was going to be big. I looked at the camera, my face sweaty, about to let everyone know Moon was going to make me cum, when he pulled out.

"Nooooo, wait, you can't..." was as far as I got when Moon's cock pushed against my ass. "Ooooooh, God," I said looking at the camera as if it were a new friend, "he's going to fuck me in the ass." I was glad his big cock was slick from my pussy. "I'm one of those girls who loves a good ass fucking."

"You got a big, beautiful ass, slut," said Moon. "You let everyone who knocks inside?"

I could only think of one person I'd ever denied access, but we hooked up again a few weeks later and he thoroughly enjoyed himself in my ass, without my consent, but, ultimately, with my approval. I've never denied anyone since.

"Definitely. My mom always said to be nice to boys who ask." Moon was working himself deeper and deeper into me. "I love it when men take advantage of what I have to offer."

Honestly, it's mind-blowing when a man demeans me in front of other men. I can't explain it, but when one man shows other men how sexually savage they can treat me, I just want more. Moon had me primed for abuse.

I let out a loud guttural growl and looked over my shoulder to say something and realized that he had grabbed another camera and was filming his cock reaming my ass. "Pound my ass," I said, wincing a bit at his aggressiveness.

"Everyone needs to know what a good slut Rebecca is, don't they?"

I was amazed how good his cock felt in my ass as he picked up both speed and force. He was embedded in my ass, his balls bouncing against my cheeks, and soon to leave me gaping.

"Yesssssssss." I couldn't believe it, but his ass fucking was about to give me an orgasm. His cock was the perfect size. "You're going to make me cum." Moon was knocking the breath out of me.

I pushed back against his assault. He was abusing me in the best of ways - physically and verbally - and capturing it all on camera. At the moment, I just needed cock. It didn't matter whose cock and that feeling is incredible.

"Moms make the best sluts," said Moon.

My orgasm shattered my brain as it wrecked my body. "Mom's love to fuck." My body dripped sweat. "Slam me." I shrieked and my eyes watered from the intensity. I heard myself saying 'yes' over and over, louder and louder. I was out-of-body. I was out-of-mind. "I need cock." Completely out of control and at the mercy of Moon's cock. "Oh, God... fuck me." My orgasm shook my body, violently, and my whimpering was deafening.

Finally, Moon withdrew from my ass and with a handful of hair drove me to my knees; I looked up and saw him feverishly stroking his cock. I was in rapture, convulsing in my own climax.

"Cum on my face. I'm a cum whore." I hate that word, but it's true. Jim got me to say it this morning and I liked it--only when I'm out of control. "I'd pay good money to have men cum on my face." My brain and my mouth were unbridled, running free. Euphoria.

"Beg for it, slut."

"Splatter me with your cum. I'm a cum slut. Always have been, always will be."

With his camera focused on my face and his hand stroking his cock, his first rope of cum landed from my forehead and wound its way down to my mouth. He was a big cummer.

"Jesus, that's good. Cover my face."

"I've got lots of friends," said Moon, "who are going to want to cum all over that angelic face of yours."

His second rope was just as thick and heavy as the first, landing lower, covering my nose mouth and chin. Two pulses and my face was overflowing. My body tingling and wet with sweat, was not starting to drip with cum.

"Bring your friends," I said. My orgasm was cooling, but my mind was still torrid. "I'm theirs." My breathing slowing. "I'll take as much cock and cum as they can give me."

"More video?"

Moon was now jacking himself into my mouth. "You can film it all." I wanted it filmed. I liked what Moon was doing. "I like this porn thing." It was all new, but so compelling.

I sucked on his cock, cleaning it of cum. He stepped back, filming me as he slowly circled me. I smiled and posed with my face full of his cum, dripping in rivers down my face and tits.

"I'm your cum slut, Central. I want your cum on my face too." Right now, I would have let anyone cum on me. "Text me. My number's on the web. I'll suck you and beg you to drench my face."

Moon smiled and finally dropped his camera.

"That was fucking amazing," said Moon. "I've never seen anyone that relaxed and seductive on their first try." He helped me up. "Please tell me we can do this again."

"I'm pretty sure that's a given," I said, my body simultaneously energized and calm. "I had no idea."

Moon showed me to the bathroom in his suite and told me to take my time. I was surprised, it was huge and had a full shower, with a little seating room. He brought me my clothes as I showered. It would be good to clean off before going to my office, although I loved having his cum all over me.

III. Rebecca's a Slut: Film at 6 pm

Emerging from the suite bathroom, I heard a voice other than Moon's in the Rec Room. Fully dressed again, I entered the rec room to see a well-built 30-something checking me out. I returned the favor--nice.

Moon had rearranged the room a bit; the cameras were on a side table, while a main table occupied the center of the room. It was a shorter conference table with three chairs on each side, one at the head of the table, and a large TV at the other end. I was ushered to the head of the table.

"Aren't I special," I said, sitting down.

"Yes, you are the featured guest," said Moon. "This is Bart, I like to refer to him as talent."

"So, what's your talent?" I asked as we exchanged mutual nods.

"We'll get to that in a bit," said Moon. I knew what I was hoping would be his talent. Moon's filming of me still had me keyed up. "I want to show you something. I didn't have a lot of time to set this up, so it's a bit rough, but you'll get the idea."

"So mysterious," I said. "almost cloak and dagger."

"To let the cat out of the bag," said Moon, "in case you haven't guessed, our AI and film company is porn-focused."

"What?" I hadn't guessed. "Porn?" I should have figured that out. Now that I replay the last hour, it all made sense, but my brain hadn't gone there. "You little shit." I wasn't mad, I was mostly giving Moon a hard time.

"That wasn't the original plan, but you were so amenable."

"You mean I was a slut," I said.

"Tomato, tomahto."

"I'm not quite sure I've ever heard that expression used under these circumstances, but wait, there was a plan?"

This seemed to catch Moon a bit off guard. I could've sworn he was blushing. He nodded almost contritely.

"I've noticed you previously getting your coffee at the shop downstairs, and I was more than just a little bit impressed by both your attitude and your physique."

"My tits?" My comfort level with Moon was higher than it should've been given that I hardly knew him, although he did just get finished fucking the daylights out of me.

"Yes, but so much more than that," said Moon. "The way that you hold yourself; the way that you interact with others. You light up the room when you walk in and everyone gravitates toward you."

"Like a black hole?"

"Like a shining star." Damn, he was good. "Today was planned to just get to know you, to get a sense of you."

"You certainly got that," I said. Now it was my turn to almost be embarrassed--almost. I'd long gotten over being sheepish about my sexuality, but every now and then, I still surprised myself. "Wait, are you a porn star?" I've never been fucked by a porn star before.

"No, I leave that to the talent."

I looked over at Bart, having a new appreciation for him, and was greeted by a knowing grin.

"I'd like to show you a bit of what we do here," said Moon.

He was all smiles and I found that endearing. Most men, except the arrogant ones, tended to act almost bashful after sex, especially unplanned sex. Not Moon, he seemed to be the same before, during, and after--it was refreshing.

The large screen at the end of the table came to life and "Misbehaving Moms" was displayed over a video of a woman getting out of her car and walking into her house. This was followed by her shirtless and sucking a big cock, making beautiful, slutty sucking sounds.

This gave way to the same woman, fully dressed, speaking to the camera, "Hey there, I'm Melissa. I live in Willow Creek and work at Snap Fitness. My worthless husband left me, but working at the fitness center opened my eyes." She was then leaning on the back of a couch, her tits swing, with an anonymous man slamming her pussy.

"What... is this?" I asked.

"We make local films of local women, mothers mostly, who love sex," said Moon.

"I know where Snap Fitness is."

"So do I. That's where I met Melissa and if you go there, you'll likely meet her too. After her divorce, she learned that young men appreciated what she had to offer, and she learned that giving it to them made them all happy."

This was wild. Women like me making videos. I had to admit, Melissa looked sexy as hell sucking that cock.

"Do you want to watch some more?" asked Moon.

I nodded; a bit tongue tied. My pussy twitched. I don't know if he sensed something, but Bart stood up, took off his clothes, and sat himself on the table, right in front of me. He then leaned back, leaving his cock and balls directly in front of me like a big plate of meatballs and sausage.

A different woman, this time, sucking a man's cock in a parked car. Oh, how I loved to suck a man's cock in a car. She looked up at the camera and said, "This is one of my neighbors, he helps me out from time to time."

We all watched her suck her neighbors' cock as he played with her ass across the front seat. None of the faces of the men were visible, I was wondering if I knew any of them.

The scene changed and the woman was now on her knees sucking the cock of a man sitting on a riding lawnmower. "During the summer, when he's home from college," said the woman, "he mows my lawn, and when he's finished, he'll mow me too."

My body sexual energy was on the rise again as I stroked Bart's cock to life. It was nice and thick and long. I slipped him into my mouth as the woman on the screen was getting slipped the lawnmower man's cock.

I love a woman giving in to a man's assault and the woman on the screen didn't disappoint, "Bang me, baby, mama loves her a good college cock." Bart's cock was now in my throat. "My bush is going to need a lot of attention this summer."

"What do you think?" asked Moon.

"My fucking God," I said extracting Bart from my mouth. "these women are from Baton Rouge?" Bart's balls were getting washed in my mouth.

"Sure as my middle name's Socrates. Ready for more?"

I nodded my agreement in more ways than one. As Moon turned back to the screen, I ripped off my clothes and mounted the table, hovering briefly above Bart, before descending on his manhood.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaaah, yes," I said. "Stretch my pussy, big boy." I rose and fell on his cock as he smirked. "Talent is right." The screen came to life, as did I.

It was the back of a woman who was doing just what I was, going for a ride, and moaning loudly. My brain twitched when the scene change, and the woman said, "One of my best friends is a serious slut, she puts out all over town, and I see how much she enjoys it."

That voice. "Lucy!" I froze on top of Bart's cock and stared at the screen. "Lucy?" My head wasn't wrapping around what I was seeing.

"She took my nephew to the Arboretum a couple of weeks ago and I'm pretty sure she fucked him." Lucy was still riding the man, her breathing becoming heavier. "My nephew. He's a good-looking college kid and he's fucked my best friend."

I started to ride Bart again, harder this time. Shaking my head, I said, "No, fucking way." Lucy was never this slutty. She had needs but I have never known her to sleep around, let alone to make a video. "How did you?"

"She seemed to be having a lot of fun," said Lucy, "and I thought maybe I should give it a try."

"I met her at the hospital," said Bart. "I thought I had broken my arm tripping down the stairs, but I hadn't."

I continued to ride Bart.

"I asked her out before I left and she said yes." Bart had his hands on my hips and was pulling me down hard onto his cock. "That night and the next night, we got pretty wild. The following day I met her at the hospital and took her on the x-ray table while two orderlies watched."

This was not a Lucy I knew. Lucy was not at all promiscuous and would never have had sex in her own hospital. I was now galloping on Bart, another orgasm approaching.

"It was clear she got off on being watched," said Bart. "A couple more days of fucking, one with her neighbor watching, and she said yes."

My pussy was exploding thinking about Lucy agreeing to make a video. I was amazed and jealous. An unknown hand on my back was pushing me forward as I continue to watch Lucy on the screen. The stranger behind me was probing my ass.

The screen changed again and Lucy was on her knees getting her face fucked. "I've been thinking about this," said the man. "hanging around the house with you, watching you bend over and show off your ass."

"I was never showing off my ass," said Lucy, pulling back from his cock.

"Oh, sure, just like you never forgot to wear a bra," said the man. Lucy tried to say something, but with her mouth full, it came out a garbled mess. "I could tell once I'd fucked your friend Rebecca, you wanted some too."

I open my mouth in astonishment at the same time that the man behind me pushed into my ass, "Fuuuuck, my ass." My world was upside down. "It's Brett, her nephew."

"You're the Rebecca he was talking about?" asked Moon.

"Fuck, yeah," I said, pushing back on the men's cock in my ass and pussy. "He fucked me good at the Arboretum. Came all over my tits." I was now wildly rocking on the men's cocks. "I walked around the Arboretum with his cum on my tits. I can't believe she--"

The scene changed, "God... Yes... Uuuuh..." The camera was now in front of Lucy as she was getting fucked from behind by her nephew in what looked like her living room. "Harder... harder..."

"Aunt Lucy's a slut," said Brett. "That's good to learn."

"I don't know," said Lucy, panting. It was clear that Brett was pushing her over the edge. "Maybe, I guess." Guttural moans were escaping from her mouth and Brett slapping her ass could be heard in the background.

"We're going to do this a lot, now," said Brett, his face now visible on the video. It was clear he was enjoying fucking his aunt. "You and Rebecca."

"OK," said Lucy. "Yessss." It was clear that Lucy was in the midst of the mind fog that settles in when getting well fucked. "Oh, Jesus." I get that fog too. "You're going to make me cum." She winced in ecstasy. "Dick me. I'm your slut."

"it's about time," said Brett.

"I'm coming, too," I said. Bart and the stranger were also breathing deeply, they were close. "Cum in me, drain your balls." The stranger was driving me hard.

"Don't cum in me," said Lucy. "I'm not--"

"Fuuuuuuck," said Brett. He was now slamming Lucy frantically. "You're my slut."

The camera on Lucy's face what's capturing her lust and longing. "Yes... Yes... God, fuck... your slut, fuuuck... " Her orgasm was powerful. "Pull out..."

"Oh, yeah... oh, yeah..." said Brett, wailing away at her.

"He's cumming in her," I said. I knew from experience. "Cum in me. Fill me up." I was coming hard. "I love big cocks."

"You ready for porn?" asked Moon.

"Fuck, yes," I said. My orgasm was shaking my body. "I want men to see me." I could feel Bart's cock straining as he began to pump me full of cum. "I want to misbehave." The stranger was moaning as he spread it deep inside my ass. "I'll be your porn queen." There was no more doubt.

The video got quiet and the room got quiet, the stranger slid out of me and I slipped off of Bart and laid on the table, breathless. I heard Lucy say, "He came in me."

"Are you OK with that?" I now recognized that voice behind the camera filming Lucy as Moon's. Lucy was sitting in her favorite chair, naked, with what looked like dried cum on her tits. I was thinking this must've been after Brett was finished with her.

"I'm going to have to be," said Lucy. "I could have stopped him, but I didn't."

"You wanted him to?"

Lucy looked sheepish as she said, "I couldn't say no, he earned it."

I knew that exact feeling. Any man who brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm could do whatever he wanted to me.

"Will you be doing this again? With your nephew?"

"I think I'm going to have to. He earned that too."

"Earned what?" asked Moon.

"He can take me... whenever he wants," said Lucy. "He's made me his slut, fucking me like that."

I knew I wasn't going to be able to say no to Moon and Bart and whomever. I was going to do my first porn video. First? I had a feeling...