Slut Orgy

Mistress Monica escorted her four clients down to her
dungeon.  She wore a black bustier and girdle, with
red trim, designed to highlight rather than reveal 
her feminine attributes.  Her black mask, designed by
a friend who was a professional costumer, gave her a
vaguely sinister appearance.
	Monica was a trained actress and stage director, but
she found working in the  brothel dungeon more
lucrative and less difficult than professional
theater.   Although she was one of the few non
playthings licensed to accept money for sex, she
viewed her primary job was arranging for playthings to
provide sexual enjoyment rather than do it herself. 
Only when she had a submissive male client who needed
a dominatrix would she force herself upon him.  
	Tonight, she wanted her sluts to entertain these men.
  Playthings are people genetically engineered and
trained to focus on sexual pleasure.   About two
thirds of playthings are female.  Sluts are playthings
for whom sexual pleasure is tinged with pain and
submissiveness.  Monica deals with sluts carefully,
because she has the responsibility to keep them from
being seriously injured.  
	When she and the clients entered,  four sluts, named
Amy, Betsy, Cindy, and Donna were waiting from them.  
They were naked except for a polyester collar, 
plastic bracelets, and plastic anklets, all with rings
to be used for tying them in certain positions.  In
addition, Amy and Betsy had leather belts with straps
which wrapped around the inner thighs and Cindy had
straps which crossed in front of her breasts.    Amy
and Cindy had rings through their nipples.   Only
Donna, who was the youngest and prettiest, was totally
naked except for the bracelets. 
	Like all playthings, sluts receive room, board,
complete medical care, and incidentals, but no salary.
 However they also receive a generous contribution to
their pensions.  Because of the stress of their jobs,
sluts usually retire earlier than ordinary playthings.
 Donna received a slightly lower pension contribution
than the other sluts, because she did not use belts to
manipulate her body and limbs.   However, because of
her good looks, she was likely to have a longer
productive career than the other sluts, and eventually
as large a retirement fund. 
	Monica said, "Gentlemen, these sluts exist solely for
your pleasure.   You may use them as sex slaves for
the evening in any way you want.  You may poke them
and prod them, as long as you don't draw blood.   All
I ask is that you do nothing to diminish their value. 
 These remote control devices can be used to raise or
lower ropes to move these sluts into any position you
desire. "
	As she passed behind them, she gave each slut a sharp
whack on the ass with a whip.   Amy and Cindy
protested, as they had been coached by Monica,  but
Betsy and Donna accepted the punishment meekly.   
	One of the men, Bob, asked, "What do we wear when
dealing with the sluts?"
	Monica answered, "Any thing or nothing.  It's up to
you."
	Another man, Harold, added, "I generally just wear a
short jacket.  That way I can toss it out of the way
when I'm ready for action."
	Harold was the only one of the men who had used the
dungeon before.  He had paid an extra fee for a first
class membership in the brothel.   Two others, Tom and
 Steve had used playthings in the brothel, but not the
sluts in the dungeon.   The fourth man, Bob was new to
the brothel.   Harold was hosting all of them in honor
of Bob being hired as the new production engineer of 
his video monitor company.   Tom , a physician, and
Steve, an artist, were just good friends of his.   
	Monica  left the dungeon, with the sluts standing
there,  waiting.   The men went to a changing room.  
At Harold's suggestion,  Tom and Steve opted for thin
jackets.   Bob, however, stripped totally naked.   He
was getting excited by the prospect of using the sluts
and his prick  extending several inches from his body.
 
	Bob walked up to Betsy and said, "I'll want to fuck
your monster tits, but first, I want to fuck your
mouth. Kneel down and take me. "
	"Yes, sir," she said quietly, and kneeled on a
carpet.   She opened her mouth to accept his tool. 
She licked all around, making Bob more excited.   He
grabbed her head to control her movements on his rod. 
 He wanted to extend the pleasure as long as possible.
	Each of the other men seized one of the sluts and
forced them down.  Harold sat on a chair and pulled
Amy between his legs.   Tom was enjoying Cindy, while
Steve had Donna playing with his penis.   Soon the
room echoed with the sounds of slurping tongues and
moaning men.  
	Harold said, "Let's tie Amy down and gang fuck her."
	"I want to fuck her ass,"  Bob added.  They had
already agreed that whatever Bob or Harold wanted they
would do, because Bob was new and Harold was paying
for it.  
	 However, Tom said, "There is not enough room for
four on Amy, and I want to continue with Cindy."	
	Tom dragged Cindy to the middle of the room.  He tied
ropes to her wrists and straps enabling him to lift
her off the floor.   He also tied ropes to her
nipples, pulling her breasts up.  He raised her until
her cunt was even with his face.
	Cindy tried to protest, but Tom replied roughly,
"Shut up and take it, cunt."
	He pulled her shaven pussy to his mouth.  She felt
the stirrings of carnal tension boiling in her cunt.  
He grabbed her ass, kneading it like dough.   He found
a slender rod and used it up her anus.   As he
continued to lick her pussy,  Cindy yelled as her
tension broke through with her first orgasm.  
	"You like that, cunt?"  Tom asked her. 
	"Yes, sir," she replied, out of breath.
	"Do you want more?"
	"Yes, sir."
	"Then here is more."
	Tom clipped more ropes to Cindy's legs, stretching
them open.   He then lowered her until she came in
contact with his hard prick.  He knelt enough to come
up inside her wet cunt.
Again,  Cindy moaned with pleasure and pain as he
pulled on her breasts and penetrated her channel.  He
tried to support more of her weight, until he was deep
inside.   He had enough leverage to thrust up rapidly
and roughly.   He no longer cared about her pleasure,
even though he knew she could take care of herself.  
Now, it was just him.  
	Cindy bit her lip to keep from yelling again, but it
was no use.  Her pelvis exploded with multiple waves, 
while he jabbed at her.   Soon, he was grunting from
the continued effort of thrusting into her.   With
several mighty lunges, his fluid surged out, filling
her until it dripped onto the floor.   They were both
temporarily drained by the experience.   Tom lowered
the ropes, until Cindy crumpled onto the floor.
	The other three men tied Amy to a platform.   They
pulled her tits until she was staining against the
ropes.  
	"That hurts," she complained.
	"I know, but you like it, don't you."
	 Harold opened  her legs and used a thick cylinder to
play with her cunt.   Amy reacted rapidly.
	"Yes, play with me some more," she said, her  voice
rising to a squeak.
	Harold wanted to climb between legs and fuck her, but
Bob and Steve complained that they were being left
out.  
	Harold said," I'll lie on the bed and you can lower
her on top of me.   Then you can do what ever you
want."
	They turned Amy over and tied her legs and belt. 
They lifted her up until Harold could get into
position.   Then they lowered her onto his rigid
prick.  This gave Bob the opportunity to climb behind
her until he could align his prick with her tight ass.
 Steve stood next to her, offering his prick to her
mouth.    Amy was thrilled to be penetrated so
thoroughly in three holes.  She had to call on all her
experience as a slut to concentrate on the men while
indulging in her own pleasure.
	Steve pulled at her head, moving it over him.  Bob
shoved into her ass, until he was deep in her bowels. 
 Harold thrust up into her cunt, covering her with
pleasure.   They rapidly set up a rhythm of
coordinated thrusts and pulls.   The men pulled on her
tits, until they glowed.  Amy let herself be inundated
with pleasure, indulging her body with repeated
orgasms.   Her yelps joined Cindy's, filling the room.
	Betsy and Donna watched quietly with a mixture of
apprehension and envy,  waiting their turn.   Monica
also  watched through a video monitor.   She found the
scene exciting enough to plan on visiting a stud, or a
male plaything, for her own encounter later in the
evening.  Because almost all playthings are sterile,
there was no fear of getting pregnant.  
	Harold pushed up, until he could no longer bear the
tension filling his prick.  
	He yelled at Steve and Bob, "Let's see if we can cum
together, to fill Amy with sex."
	"I'll try, let me know when you're ready,"  Bob said,
breathing heavily.
	"I'm ready now," Steve grunted.
	"Let's go.  Bombs away,"  Harold yelled, pushing  up
hard.  Amy helped him by bearing down on his prick. 
Harold then released several pulses of pumping
pleasure.. Steve let a fountain of cum fill her mouth,
dripping onto her chin.  Bob took another few seconds
until he poured a flow of semen into her ass.   Amy
was soaked in semen, sweat, and her own pleasure
fluids. 
	Bob and Steve pulled out of her.  They then used the
ropes to let Harold crawl off the platform.   They
then let Amy down and untied her.  She lay there,
breathing heavily.
	Harold ordered Donna, "Give us something to drink."
	Tom told Betsy, "Give Cindy and Amy something to
drink, too.  We might not be finished with them yet."
	Donna and Betsy poured special beverages designed to
restore bodily energy and electrolytes.   They then
offered moist towels to clean off the sexual fluids.  
	Harold and Steve pulled on Donna, while Tom and Bob
grabbed Betsy.  The men sat side by side, drinking,
with a slut between them.  They each encouraged their
sluts to move between them, cleaning their pricks with
their tongues.  Gradually, the pleasant excitement
returned to their penises.  
	Steve got up and moved behind Donna.   He said, "Lift
your ass, Donna, so I can get you from behind."
	When she did so,  Steve easily penetrated her pussy. 
Excited by the surge of pleasure emanating from her
rear,  Donna energetically addressed herself to
Harold's prick.   She opened her mouth to engulf it. 
She used her hands to feed herself on Harold.   At
first, Harold let her have her way,  but he pulled her
head toward him.
	Harold said, "You are a great cock sucker, Donna.  
I'm just going to feed you a little better."
	She moved actively over his penis, covering it with
her lips.  She applied increasing suction,  trying to
pull out Harold's white seed.   He was not quite ready
for that, so he grabbed her head to set her pace.  
She bobbed up and down on him, occasionally changing
her rhythm, but not loosing contact.
	Behind her, Steve moved steadily.   He pulled on her
tits, and used them for leverage.  Steve and Harold
used Donna as a see-saw, moving her up and down.  
Steve thought that Donna was the prettiest slut, and
privately vowed to look for her again soon, even if he
had to pay extra.   He wanted to fill her with
pleasure.   But Donna was reaching that objective on
her own.  As Steve fucked her, her pussy popped like a
fire-cracker.   She wailed as Steve assaulted her
glowing slit.    She briefly released Harold in a rush
of orgasmic convulsions, but he did not let her avoid
her duty to him.   He resumed control of her head to
maintain the pressure.
	As he pulsed within her, Steve's prick expanded until
it was ready to burst.  He banged against her
savagely,  his prick so big, it was painful.  He
yearned for release within her pussy. Suddenly, his
prick popped open, letting forth a gush of cum.   He
pushed into her repeatedly.  His prick sent shocks
through his body even after he thought he had emptied
himself into her.  
	Harold felt he could delay his orgasm to further
wallow in the pleasure Donna was providing him.   She
renewed her vigor, making him moan.   Soon, Harold
could delay himself no longer.  She sucked his cum
through her firm lips.
	"Drink it up, slut.  Swallow the whole thing.  Don't
miss a drop, "  Harold commanded. 
	Donna eagerly drank him up.    She enjoyed to sweet
taste of cum.  She felt good that she could please
him.   
	On another table,  Bob and Tom were mounting Betsy.
	"This is my chance to fuck your luscious tits, Betsy.
  Lie back on the platform."
All sluts had greater than average breasts,  but
Betsy's were like soft oval melons pealing off her
body.  Bob tied her hands to the platform and climbed
onto her body.  Tom stood behind him, and opened her
legs.  He pulled her down until her legs were handing
down off the platform.  That gave him easy access to
her pussy.
	Bob first kissed breasts and then he bit on her
nipples.   He then placed his prick in the crease of
her cleavage.  He pulled her breasts together and
pressed them down on his dick.   Betsy loved the pain
from her sensitive nipples.  She closed her eyes to
let orgasm engulf her body, even before Tom touched
her.   When he rubbed her pussy with his prick before
trying to enter her, she climaxed again.  She released
a stream of expletives while her body exploded.
	Bob rocked between her tits, letting the head of his
prick touch her chin.  She tried to grab it with her
mouth, but could not reach it.   His weight pinned her
to the table.   He envelop his prick with her breasts,
 almost burying it.   He had complete control of her
body.   She lay there, letting him and Tom do what
they wanted.  
	Tom jammed his prick into her hot pussy.   As he
pistoned her slit, she released another stream of cum.
  Her body convulsed with abdominal spasms.   Tom's
hips rocked like a jack hammer as he knocked against
her body.   He changed his rhythm to prolong his
pleasure.  He pulled on the strips around her thighs,
making her labia compress against him.  He loved the
way it made her feel tight to increase the friction.  
	Bob continued rocking until the pressure was too
much.  He released her tits and pressed his prick
against her lips. 
	"Drink my cum, Betsy,"  he ordered.
	He knelt above her and she could not avoid him.   She
either had to drink him or let it pour all over her.  
Like the good slut she was, she chose to drink.  
	When Bob climbed off her, Tom was able to grab her
tits again and pull himself into her.  With Bob
finished,  he wanted to finish too.  He increased his
speed until his ass was vibrating like a pneumatic
drill.   His cum erupted like a fountain.  It
continued to surge forth until Tom, too, was drained. 

	Amy and Cindy had crawled over to the other sluts to
observe the action.  They hoped that the men had
strength for more.   Monica also hoped that the sluts
had strength for more.  She was glad they maintained
their peak conditioning.
	The men hoped they had strength for more, but they
were not sure.   Harold signaled the brothel's robot
to get some food for them.  The men used the single
urinal.  Amy and Cindy  found time to pee.   Bob
walked up to Cindy with his prick in his hand,
indicating he might pee on her.   However, Harold
stopped him because they might want to fuck her later.
  Amy and  Cindy then helped Betsy and Donna take
turns using the single toilet.    The room did not
provide any privacy for the toilet, but the sluts had
no reservations about letting the men see them pee.   
	Food consisted of cake, fruit, and candy rich in high
energy simple sugars.  The men consumed eagerly,
trying to replenish their energy.    Amy and Cindy
also took some fruit and candy,  but Betsy and Donna
resumed their place on the platforms.   As they had
been instructed by Monica,  Amy and Cindy flirted with
the men, bumping into them, rubbing their penises, 
and displaying their sex.   Cindy even jumped onto a
table, opened her legs, and thrust her pussy at them.
	Tom said, "Take it easy Cindy,  we've already seen
your cunt."
	"No we haven't," added Bob.
	Steve asked Donna, "Do you want any cake?"
	"Yes, sir."  she replied, quietly.  
	He offered her  some cake, but tried to stuff it in
her mouth.  
	After the men had had enough food,  Bob
suggested."Let's tie Donna and Betsy up and feed
them."  
	They did so, presenting them with pieces of cake and
sections of oranges.   Inevitably, some fell on their
bodies.   After being fed, Betsy's breasts were
covered with crumbs and Donna's pussy was filled with
orange juice.  
	Bob said, "Amy, suck the juice out of Donna.  And
Cindy, you  eat Betsy's crumbs.  We have to be clean."
	Amy and Cindy bent down to their work.  Amy licked
the juice and crumbs off Donna's tits, and then sucked
her pussy.   Cindy gobbled the pieces from Betsy's
sensitive nipples.  They knew how to pleasure their
fellow sluts.  Betsy opened her legs to give Cindy
better access.  Cindy began licking the edges of
Betsy's slit.   Amy sucked the entire thing. 
	"Do it faster.  Make her cum," Bob ordered Amy.  He
slapped her hard on the ass.   Harold grabbed a small
paddle and slapped Cindy.  Cindy liked being paddled
almost as much as she liked fucking.    She found
additional energy to apply to Donna's clitoris,
sending first Donna over the edge, and then herself. 
Amy followed suit with Betsy, but she did not get off
herself.
The men enjoyed the sight, and absent mindedly rubbed
their pricks back to full attention.
	After everyone had cleaned up,  Harold said, "We have
the energy for one more round.  But this time, let's
pair up with a slut you did not have before.  Tom, you
have to take Amy, since you were the only one who
didn't join her gang bang.  I'll take Betsy."
	Bob said, "I want Donna."
	"That leaves me with Cindy,"  Steve said.  
	Amy knew what Tom had done to Cindy.  She wanted some
of that for herself.  
	She said, "I am your dirty little slut.  Use me in
any way you want."  
	Tom grabbed her roughly and tied her nipple rings to
some rope.   He raised them until she had to stand
perfectly straight to be comfortable.  He poked her
pussy, but she had to stand with her legs together.  
He inserted a thin rod into her pussy, so he could rub
her while stood at attention.  He then went behind her
so he could play with her ass.   He rubbed his dick
against her ass, until it expanded to full strength.  
  He then pushed her against a wall and tied her down
by her tits.   He pulled on the straps on her thighs
to open her labia, so he could jam a wooden bar into
her pussy.
	He said to Amy,  "Okay, slut.  I'm going to fuck your
ass until you beg for mercy."
	Amy was already breathing hard.
	"Yes, fuck me.   Make it hard. " 
	Harold pulled Betsy onto a platform.  He tied her
spread eagle, with the arms and legs open wide. 
	"I am going to explore every inch of you, Betsy," he
said.
	He started on her cheeks, kissing them.  He then
moved down her left side, kissing her large breast.  
He went down further, but he missed her cleft.   He
kissed his way down the left leg, and moved to the
right.   He then moved up her leg until he arrived at
the right tit.   He kissed and fondled her breasts,
getting more aggressive as he went.   Betsy sighed as
he continued his assault.   Finally, he left one hand
on her breast as he kissed his way down to her pussy. 
 He inserted a finger, and tried to kiss inside.  
	By this time, Betsy let the body react to the
wonderful assault.  She groaned as she strained
against the ropes,  trying buck against him.  A small
convulsion roared over her body, but she tried to save
a big one for what was coming.
	"Now I am going to fuck your body,"  he said.
	"Hurry, fuck me," she said breathlessly.  
	Steve moved over to Cindy.   Somehow, he did not like
her.  He said, "Cindy, you are good for nothing else,
but fucking." 
	"I know.   I am a slut.  I don't want to be good for
anything else."
	He threw her on another platform and tied her
nipples.   He tightened the rope until she was almost
pulled into the air by her breasts.  
	"You're hurting me," she complained.
	"I know.   But admit it. You like to be hurt."
	"I do. Just fuck me."
	"Not yet."
	The pain in her breasts was getting her very excited.
  She wanted to relieved of the tension.   But Steve
wanted her to suffer some more.  He untied her
nipples, rolled her over onto her stomach, and tied
her arms.  
	He grabbed a paddle and whacked her ass.  She winced.
 
	"Did you like that?"
	"Oh my,"  was her only reply.
	Steve whacked her several times, until her ass was
burning red.  
	"Now, I am going to fuck you."
	Bob pushed Donna to the floor.  He grabbed  her legs
and tied them to ropes.  He pulled her legs apart, 
until he had clear access to her pussy.   He rubbed
her sensitive clitoris with a rough cloth.   Donna
reacted almost instantly with another orgasm.   Bob
then rapidly on top of her, and penetrated her pussy. 
 He pulled the ropes until her legs  were almost over
her head.  		He said, "I have complete access to you,
Donna.   I can do what ever I want." 
	Tom had Amy on her knees, tied to the wall with a rod
up her pussy.  He attacked her ass savagely,
penetrating up to her bowels.  He found the friction
of her tight ass wonderfully stimulating.  His prick
expanded even more until he had filled her entire
rectum.   His prick was so full it was almost painful.

	"You have the best ass, Amy."
	"Shut up and fuck it."  she yelled.
	She squealed with ecstasy as her continued to jam his
prick into her.
	Harold climbed onto Betsy thrust his prick into her
moist vagina.  She strained against the ropes, which
increased her frustration.   He moved inside her,
while pulling on her tits.   Because he had already
had two orgasms,  he was able to take his time.  He
moved fast and slow.  Betsy was able to release her
tension with several orgasms. 
	"I'm cumming!" she yelled.   But Harold had no
intention of stopping.
	"I'm not finished with you yet," he replied.
	Steve pulled Cindy off the platform.  He tied straps
around her tits and pulled them around her back.  He
pulled onto her knees on the floor.  
	"Lift up your cunt, slut, so I can fuck it.  I want
to fuck you like a horse."
	When she did so, he pushed his prick inside.  He then
used the straps as if they were horse reins.  He used
a whip on her legs.  He slashed at her thighs and
back. 
	"I'm going for a ride on you, Cindy."
	"Ride my ass," she said, letting her body climb to
another climax. 
	Bob continued to fuck  Donna.   Like the other men,
he was in no hurry to cum.   Donna almost lost
consciousness from the pleasure surging from her
pussy.   She lost count of the number of orgasms she
was able to hit, due to Bob's fucking.
	Soon the whole room was filled wailing women yelling,
"Fuck me.  Fuck me. Hard. Hard."	   and the slaps of
body hitting body.
	Tom was the first to feel his prick bust its cum.  He
filled Amy's tight ass with burning hot liquid.  He
grunted as he pounded home his last squirts.  Amy was
overcome by her passion, and was almost exhausted.
	Harold yelled, "Betsy, I am going to cum in your
wonderful pussy."  
	"Yes!  Yes!" she exclaimed, her body wracking with
pleasure.   Harold did not have as strong an orgasm as
before, but it was even more satisfying.
	Steve grunted as he savagely banged Cindy's pussy.  
He could think of nothing but releasing into her.  He
pulled her to him, using the straps to control her. 
He almost choked her as he pushed his prick has hard
as he could.   His prick erupted like a volcano.  It
sent electric shocks through his body, as his semen
flowed like lava.   He remained inside her until he
was sure he was empty.
	Bob was the last to make it.  He wanted  it to last
with Donna, but he finally lost control, especially
since she was finished.   He closed his eyes and let
himself wallow in the pleasure of his ejaculation.  
	The men pulled slowly pulled out of their sluts. 
They lay there for several minutes. Then, they
released the women from their ropes, and Tom removed
the bar in Amy's vagina.
The women were too tired to move.  
	Suddenly, the lights got brighter.  Monica entered
and pulled her sluts to their feet.   She offered them
something to drink.   She removed the straps, belts
and bracelets.  She gave each slut a brief robe, which
was their usual dress around the  brothel.	
	She said to the sluts, "You all did very well.  I
know you gave and achieved maximum pleasure.  Now go
to your room, shower, and relax.  I will talk to you
tomorrow."
	The tired sluts smiled weakly.  They completely
agreed with Monica.   They quietly left the orgy room.
	She said to the men, "Thank you for having your orgy
with us.  If you want to use any of the sluts again,
please let me know.  Please keep our brothel in mind
for all your future orgy and sex needs."
	Harold was not allowed to give more to the sluts
themselves, but he gave Monica a generous tip. 
	The men were still covered with sweat and cum  They
rapidly showed and dressed.  	
	Bob said, "Thank you, Harold, for inviting me.   That
was the best sex I've had in a long time."
	Tom added, "Yes thanks.   That Amy was terrific.   I
want do it again, soon."
	Steve said, "Yes.  Donna was good, but I don't want
do it again.  I realized that I like playthings, but
not sluts.  They bring out the sadist in me."
	"I don't mind the sadist in me, as long as my wife
doesn't see it."  added Bob. 
	Harold replied, "To each his own.   Anyway, you are
all welcome.  Any body care to join me for a final
beer?"
	They all agreed.
	After the men left,  Monica changed out her
dominatrix costume and put on an ordinary short sleeve
shirt and slacks.  She crossed over to the stud side
of the brothel.  There she found one of her favorite
studs, Sven.   She visited a stud several times a
month, especially after an intense session with the
sluts.
	Sven was waiting for her in his room, wearing  tight
briefs and the same robe used by he sluts. 
	He said, "How are you, Monica?  It's good to see you
again.  What can I do for you?"
	"You know what you can do for me,  Sven.  I  have
just watched four of my sluts engaged in kinky sex for
over two hours."
	"Do  you want kinky sex, too."
	"No.  It does not have to be kinky,  at least not
this time."
	"What do you want me to do?"
	"Undress me, Sven."
	He pulled off her shirt and undid her slacks.   She
pulled on him to embrace him.   She tossed his robe on
the bed.
	"Undo my bra and panties,"  she said.
	She turned around so he could unhook her bra.  He
fondled her breasts, squeezing them gently.  Then he
sat on the bed to he could pull her panties to the
floor.
	"Your panties are damp from that kinky sex,  Monica."
	She turned to face him, pushing her pussy to his
mouth.
	"Make me even damper, " she said.		
	Sven pushed in lips onto her slit.   She opened her
legs to give him more room.  He used his tongue  on
her clitoris.  
	"That feels so good, Sven, " she sighed.
	She let him explore her pussy until she was very
excited.   Then she pulled away and lay on the bed. 
She pulled him to her body, rubbing his back and arms.
	"Do you want me to remove my shorts?" he asked.
	"Let me do it."  she said.   She yanked his briefs
down to his ankles, and then tossed them to the floor.
 His prick immediately responded in anticipation of
what was to follow.   She sighed when she saw his
penis.    Like most studs, Sven was considerably
larger than an average man.  
	"Fuck me, Sven."
	"Do you want to  turn over?"
	"No.   Fuck me the old fashioned way."
	 Climbed on top of  her and easily inserted his
oversized prick into her moist pussy.  He slowly drove
it all the way in, giving her some time to accommodate
herself.   
	"Fill me all the way,"   she urged.
	Sven moved in her slowly, giving her time to build up
to a peak.  But Monica was already so excited, she was
soaring almost immediately.    She thrust her body at
him, and then put her legs on his back.   She used
them to pull him into her.  
	"Fuck me.   Make me cum."  she urged.
	He thrashed at her pussy.   She started to scratch
his back with her nails with passion.
Soon several waves of passion crashed over her body
like surf in a storm.  She was crying.
	"Do you want me to stop?"  Sven asked.
	"No please don't stop.   Fuck me harder."
	Sven was able to control his ejaculation.    He
continued pulsing into she released another storm of
ecstasy. 
	"More! More!"  she yelled.
	Sven pounded her.  He grabbed  her tits like rubber
balls.  	
	She screamed, 	"Fuck!  Fuck!"  As the orgasmic fury
surged over her.   				Finally, she was able to let
the fury abate.
	"Finish me, Sven."
	He took that as a cue to release himself.  He moved
rapidly until his semen poured into her.   When she
felt the surging liquid, she let another final
convulsion roar through her loins.
	Sven relaxed inside her.  	
	"Do you want me to pull out, now?"
	"Yes, Sven that was terrific, but that will be all
for now."
	She lay next to him, resting.   She almost fell
asleep.
	"How do you feel?"  he asked.	
	"Very good.   Very good, indeed.  Thank you."
	"Your are very welcome."
	For Sven, a  satisfied customer was more important
than his own physical pleasure.  
	After a few minutes of just lying in each other's
arms, Sven  asked, "Monica, what do you want to do
now?"
	She yawned.  "Just take a shower, go home, and go to
bed."
	"Do you want me to take a shower with you?"
	"If you want, but don't touch me."
	"Why not?"
	"My pussy is a tiny bit sore from the drilling you
just gave me."
	"Don't your sluts get hammered worse?"
	"Sometimes.   But they're used to it, and most of our
clients don't have a schlong as big as yours."
	"Is it worse than normal?"
	"No.  I'll be fine by tomorrow."
	She used the shower in his apartment.   He joined her
while she soaped herself off, but did not touch her.  
When they were finished, she gave him a big embrace.  
She then quickly dried her self off, and dressed.
	"So long until next time, Sven."
	"Until next time, Monica."	
	She gave him a light peck on the cheek and then
summoned her robot car to take her home.