by Doris Joe
She asked her mother, "Lani, still there?"
Karen smiled, “Yes, she is. We insisted she stay for dinner then we lost track of time. So, we made her stay the night.”
Samantha was a little puzzled, “Oh, okay, I was just wondering. I'll text you before I head out. Love you guys.” Karen ended the conversation, “Love you too. Bye.”
Dave took the pups with him to the kitchen, leaving Karen and Lani to talk.
Karen looked at Lani, "You and Sam are no longer together, correct? I want to be sure there aren't any lingering feelings between you two if the three of us are going to have a thing."
Lani replied, "Yes, she broke up with me. She wasn't sure about the girl-girl thing. I do enjoy it, and I'm okay with that. Adding Dave just makes it so much nicer." "I just wanted to be sure, I know at some point we'll slip up, or she'll figure it out. Dave and I will have to deal with that when it happens if it happens. I think the longer we go on, the more likely she'll put two and one together."
Lani sighed, “I know, I'm not saying anything. I'll be in Corvallis most of the time. I need to find a place to live.”
"Yes, sweetie, you do. If you need help or if Ka-lee needs a place to stay, say something. This isn't just about sex, my love." "Thank you, Karen. I didn't think it was. I'll know more once I get down there and settled. I don't want to leave my baby anywhere. If worse comes to worst, I know he'd be happy and well cared for here. We'll see what happens."
Karen opened her arms, Lani fell into them, embracing the older woman. They hugged, enjoying how they felt against each other. There was a special bond between them, unlike any either had known before. They finished getting dressed, ate, and talked with Dave. Then Lani loaded her things up, ushered a reluctant Ka-lee into her car. She kissed both Dave and Karen good-bye then drove off tears forming as she waved.
Dave and Karen held hands, watching her head down the gravel drive and onto the road South to Corvallis. They went about unpacking and settling back in, not saying much to each other. Karen changed the bed linens pausing to recall the night before and the mornings' lovemaking. She sighed as Dave caught her holding the stained sheets to her body, eyes closed deep in thought. Quietly he walked up to her, hugging her from behind. He whispered, 'I love you,' as he nuzzled her neck. She smiled, letting him know she loved him also. The rest of the day was quiet until Samantha texted her mother to let her know she was on her way to visit.
When she arrived, the dogs greeted her as usual, wiggling and barking hello. Dave and Karen were relaxing on the deck, quietly talking about Lani. They stopped their discussion when Sam pulled up and parked. The future was uncertain in regards to Lani, and if they would let Samantha in on their new openness. For the time being, it would be a closely guarded secret.
It was on that trip to LA, Roxy cheated for the first time. As they drove up from San Diego to L.A., Bailey started feeling sick. They pulled over and Bailey began vomiting. Turns out, Bailey had a stupid pregnancy pact with three of her slutty friends from high school and had been taking unprotected loads from random dudes for the last month and a half.
Roxy drove to the nearest drugstore and bought her sister three different pregnancy tests. Bailey was indeed pregnant and was so sick she wasn’t able to make the dancing gig. Roxy didn’t know what to feel. On the one hand, she couldn’t believe how insane and irresponsible Bailey had been. But Roxy also felt another emotion creeping over her; jealousy. She wanted a baby and she wanted one bad. She decided she would stop taking her own birth control and not tell me. But right now, she had to push that thought out of her head because they had three hours to get from Carlsbad to the studio in Hollywood.
The producer of the dancing gig was a Brazilian cokehead trust funder named Fausto. He was a real sleazebag, the kind of guy who would buy a personal kilo of coke with money he earned from a backyard porno shoot with meth-head hookers. He was a financial backer of some up-and-coming Brazilian rapper and they were filming a music video in Hollywood. When Bailey and Roxy arrived and they told Fausto that Bailey was too sick to complete the shoot, he blew up.
In his thick, Portuguese accent, he screamed at Roxy, “What in the fuck, bitch! My entire fucking production is fucked up because that little whore couldn’t handle all the cum and tequila she drank last night?!? You fucking owe me!”
It being the end of the month, Roxy’s parents hadn’t deposited any money into her account yet. And Roxy, being the college girl that she was, spent her $10,000 monthly allowance on plane and hotel tickets for her sorority friends who couldn’t afford their Spring Break trip. She was dead broke without enough money to make it back to San Diego or even enough money to get lunch.
“I’m sorry, sir! I will make it up to you! She is pregnant and has morning sickness. Please don’t be mad!” Roxy was trying to get Fausto’s sympathy, but this only made him more angry. He took her aside by the arm and with his cigarette breath and cokehead twitchiness, seethed, “What are you going to do to make up for this, eh?”
“I... I could work an extra shoot for free?”
“Oh right, so you could just fuck up TWO shoots in a row? Fuck that. You’re fired. Go home.”
“No! Please. No. I need the money. I’ll do anything.” Fausto smiled. “Well, you could shoot a porn for me. Not too often I get a woman as... talented... as you. And you’re prettier than the other girls here, so I’m sure you have the sexual experience. Even you couldn’t fuck up a porno.”
Roxy was shocked, but tried not to show it. She looked over at Bailey, who was pale-faced and crying. Then she looked at the other girls on the set. They were pretty, but she was clearly prettier. Plus, she felt... complimented. Fausto wasn’t ugly. He was toned, had a shaved head, and completely hairless from his neck to his waist. Even his accent was kind of sexy.
“... ok. I'll agree to anything. What do I have to do?” Ten minutes later, Fausto had a camera set up in the studio’s office. Roxy was naked and dripping wet. Something about fucking a random stranger for money turned her on like crazy. As she laid on a couch rubbing her clit, Fausto came in with just a pair of gym shorts on. Another man, small, hairy, and fat, worked the camera.
“Action!” Fausto snapped and looked down at Roxy. Instinctively, she reached out, pulled the shorts down, and grabbed Fausto’s shaft. It was long, about eight inches, but thin and veiny. Plus, he was uncircumcised, something Roxy had never encountered before. As she began deep-throating Fausto, the fat cameraman walked out from behind the camera, pulled down his pants, and shoved his little prick into her asshole. She barely felt it, so she kept on sucking, trying to put on a show. She felt the fat man’s belly resting on the small of her back suddenly start to jiggle and spasm, and she felt a warm wetness in her ass. He made a disgusting grunting noise and pulled out, leaving a trail of watery cum running down to her pussy.
Fausto then pulled out and walked behind Roxy while the fat man shoved his semi-flaccid cock in her mouth. As she sucked her ass juice and his cum off his dick, he surprisingly got hard again. Just then Fausto shoved his eight-incher deep inside her cum-lubed pussy. She moaned on the fat man’s dick as Fausto slammed into her again and again.
The fat man then reached down and slapped her face. She looked up at him hurt and confused and he spat right in her eye. She couldn’t explain why, but this turned her on like crazy. The fat man then slapped her right where he just spat and said, “Uma gata, uma gata!” which Roxy later learned meant she was pretty.
Here she was being spit-roasted by two foreign strangers, cum dripping out of her ass, saliva dripping down her cheek, a long, unprotected dick fucking her unprotected… Oh my God! I’m not on birth control! Roxy suddenly thought. This put her over the edge. She came so hard both men erupted inside her simultaneously. She felt a mixture of excitement, orgasm, guilt, and accomplishment all in one. As the men pulled out of her, cum leaking from every hole, Roxy saw Fausto open a drawer and pull out two 100 dollar bills, a mirror, and baggy.
Fausto put ou
t four lines of coke and he and the fat man did two lines each. Then he made one more and brought it to Roxy. As she snorted the pure, face-numbing powder, the fat man snapped pictures. When she finished, she felt a rush like she had never felt before. Fausto threw the bills on her and they stuck to cum that had dripped from her mouth to her tits.
The fat man snapped picture after picture and then threw Roxy a small towel. Fausto then gave Roxy his phone number and told her to come by tomorrow for a $1,000 cash shoot. Roxy agreed to the shoot, cleaned herself off, found Bailey, and left.
She booked a small motel room for the two of them and told Bailey what had happened. Bailey was so turned on that she wanted to be in the shoot tomorrow with her sister.
“What? No way! You’re pregnant! You can’t do porno!” Roxy replied. “Umm, fuck you! I’m still sexy! Text Fausto and see what he says.”
Roxy texted Fausto and asked him if her sister could join. Fausto immediately agreed and said he’d pay them each $5,000. Bailey was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to fuck Fausto’s long dick. But Roxy was starting to get mad. Not only was Bailey the reason Roxy had to do the porn shoot in the first place, but she was also the reason they were getting paid five times for the second shoot. Why was that? Did Fausto think Bailey was prettier? Plus, Roxy was already jealous that Bailey was pregnant. Roxy was steaming mad and could barely sleep the entire night.
The next morning, the girls went to a juice bar for breakfast, got bikini waxes, and helped each other clean their assholes with an enema. Fausto looked excited to see them, but quickly turned his attention to Bailey.
“So you’re eighteen, yes? I need to see your I.D.”
Bailey pulled out her driver’s license and handed it to Fausto who grinned from ear to ear.
“I hear you’re also pregnant? You’re a wild girl, eh?”
Bailey giggled, “You’ll have to find out.”
Roxy was gritting her teeth. She couldn’t believe her younger sister was stealing the limelight.
“Fausto, are you ready to shoot?” Roxy asked, flirtatiously. “I’m dripping wet thinking about that big cock of yours.”
“Ay, mami. Slow down. There’s plenty of time for fun. But right now, I need to see your I.D., too.” Fausto looked at the I.D. quizzically and asked, “Roxanne Holloway? That’s you?”
Roxy always hated her full name. Roxanne Holloway sounded like an old woman. She preferred Roxy and didn’t like anyone calling her anything but that.
“Actually, my porn name is Roxy Holes.”
Bailey let out a laugh and Roxy shot her a dirty look. “What’s so funny? Do you have a stage name?”
Bailey thought for a moment and said, “Bailey Eighteen.” Fausto laughed out loud and led both girls into a large stage area complete with a king-zed bed and padded floors. Both Roxy and Bailey stopped in their tracks when they entered. Inside the room were seven tanned-skinned men, all with thick, black cocks all at least ten inches long.
Fausto piped up from behind them, “It’s a gangbang. You get paid to let us play.” In shock, the two sisters entered the room, undressed, and were told to lie down. Bailey lay down on her back and Roxy on her stomach. In what seemed like seconds, an army of thick, padded hands started groping and squeezing the girls all over.
Bailey was laughing and grabbing back at the men, sucking and rubbing as many cocks as she could handle. But Roxy was more hesitant. She felt protective of her sister and was worried about how she would feel after the shoot. But Roxy’s mind was soon drawn back to the room. She felt a warm liquid being rubbed on her ass and pussy and soon screamed out in pain and pleasure.
Two of the giant cocks filled each of her holes and Roxy could hardly think. She had never felt so full in her life. Soon, another monster Brazilian cock forced its way into her mouth as she clenched her pussy and ass muscles around the invasive meat in a forceful orgasm.
The cock in her mouth pulled out and the man grabbed Roxy and Bailey by the head. He pulled both girls in so they were slobbering and stroking each side of his uncut cock with their lips. All the while, both girls had two cocks pumping their slutty little holes with two full feet of Brazilian flesh.
Bailey managed to beg the man she was sucking off to double-stuff her little slutty pussy. The man slapped her and said to make out with her sister. As Roxy and Bailey kissed, the man, his cock still dripping with the sisters’ saliva, shoved his massive member into Bailey’s already cock-filled pussy. She screamed into her sister’s mouth as both cocks pumped their massive loads into her.
Roxy couldn’t believe it. Bailey was the fucking star of the show. Her pregnant, moron sister was stealing HER show. Roxy decided to up the ante and screamed for two more cocks to double-stuff her pussy and asshole. Like magic, four men shoved their way into Roxy’s fuckholes as she pulled another into her mouth. She was in a daze. She was in pain from the enormous stretching of her pussy and asshole, but loved the attention and feeling of helplessness from all these men pounding her senseless. She could barely breathe from the massive cock being pumped in and out of her throat and let herself go into a trance of pain, pleasure, and powerlessness.
By the end of the two-hour shoot, each sister had taken over ten loads of Brazilian cum each. When it was all over, Fausto counted out $10,000 and paid them each $5,000. Bailey was flirting with Fausto for a while and Roxy was furious. She was about to bitch out her sister and drive back to San Diego when Roxy stopped dead in her tracks. As they were leaving, Roxy saw Fausto do something that would change her life forever. He and his fat little cameraman hit “Upload” onto Pornhub.com.
During the summer following high school graduation, Penny testified for the defense saying Mr. DeLaurier was a gentleman, kind and and generous. The girls and women on the prosecution side didn't agree. That's where Penny met Mr. Dressler, at least that's what everyone in the courtroom called him. Lawyer Dressler lived in the biggest house in town, drove the nicest car and everyone knew he had money.
After DeLaurier was found guilty of a minor misdemeanor charge, Mr. Dressler asked her if she wanted a ride home. Penny gladly accepted and climbed into his Rolls-Royce. He said she was beautiful, and the chauffeur drove them to a upscale apartment.
“I thought you were taking me home,” Penny said.
“Well, this is home, my home.
“Yes, I know that but why are we here?”
“Well, I’m an acquaintance of Wendell DeLaurier’s and he told me about you. He was right. You are a lovely girl. I was thinking we might have dinner together.”
“Where?” she asked.
"My personal chief is preparing lobster thermidor in my apartment. Have you had it?” “I’ve never had lobster. Is thermidor a special kind of lobster?” He smiled and said, “No, Penny. It’s broiled lobster with wine sauce and cheese. You’ll love it.” Dressler’s apartment was on the top floor overlooking the city. They walked out on the terrace watching the city’s lights come to life.
“How about a glass of wine?”
“Okay, I like wine.”
“How is Sauvignon Blanc?” he asked.
“Perfect,” she said having no clue about Sauvignon Blanc.”
But the wine was wonderful, and the lobster even better followed by cognac for an after-dinner drink. Her head was swimming when he kissed her. “You know, Penny, my wife died two years ago, and this place is so lonely without her. Having you with me brings me back to the best times in my life. Wendell said you were a compassionate girl. I like that in a woman.”
“I guess I am compassionate,” and they both knew what that meant.
Penny stayed the night. Mr. Dressler wasn’t a great fuck but a happy fuck. She met him for a second time a week later. They went for dinner, then a show followed by a romantic evening at his apartment. Before his chauffeur took her home, Mr. Dressler said, “I’ve got some friends that would like to meet you, Penny. Would you like that?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Who are they?”
“Friends
that I’ve known for years." He gave her a gentle kiss. "I'm having dinner with them on Thursday evening. Would you like to join us?"
“Okay, I’d like that. It would be kind of like a date, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess it would. I’ll have Colin, my driver, pick you up at six-thirty.”
Just as she was leaving, Dressler gave Penny a beautiful gold pendant with a diamond inside. "It’s what my wife wore on important occasions. Wear it on Thursday.” Dinner was at the Davish Country Club where she met his longtime friends.
“Penny, I’d like you to meet Donna and Paul Trimball. Donna was my wife’s best friend and Paul is the executive director here at the club.”
Penny felt a little out of place being the youngest in the group but quickly felt at ease after Paul and his wife included her in the conversation. “Where will you go to college in the fall?” Paul asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe the community college would be best for me.”
“That’s a very good choice, Penny,” Donna remarked. “It gets you to focus on what you want to do later in life.” Penny smiled at her, but she was already doing what she wanted to do in life. The conversation gravitated to the DeLaurier trial when Paul asked, "Penny, you were at the trial. Did you know him well?"
"Only a little. I was at his home for a party and he took me out on his yacht." That was enough to get Paul interested in something other than where she would go to college. It was only a matter of time when Paul would hit on her and she could move forward with her career.
Penny didn’t need to wait long. Paul’s hand was riding up her thigh. She thought he was handsome, distinguished looking, especially with a full head of black hair and greying sideburns. They met at an exquisite hotel in the city two nights later.
She liked that he treated her like a queen. They went up to his hotel room for a quickie, then to dinner. The food and presentation were fit for royalty. They drank wine and embraced in the elevator going back to the room.
“I think I’m in love with you, Penny,” he said as he undressed her. She smiled at him but said nothing. He wanted her to masturbate for him. She did. He wanted her to put on his cock ring and suck him. She did that too. He asked her to fuck him, cowgirl. Penny was delighted to oblige. Paul wanted anal sex. Penny didn’t object. He said she had the hottest wettest cunt he could remember. He asked if he could cum in her pussy. She agreed. Paul took her home before his wife, Donna, would become suspicious of his late business meetings. They did it again a week later.
