A Friend? Or Not?

"I thought I recognized you," the man in front her said, the man whose cock she had just sucked dry. A chill came over Irene, a feeling that this night was headed in the wrong direction.

Irene looked up at the man; so far she had only been concerned with his swollen cock. A look of recognition flashed across her face. "Uh, Larry?" she stammered.

He grasped her head in his hands and let his still-hard cock rub against her cheeks. Larry Conyers, from two houses down in her neighborhood, stood in front of her. "Baby," he said, "You give quite the blowjob. Maybe you want to fuck?" he asks, and despite the crudeness of the question, she can't help the little shiver that races down her spine. "I won't tell your husband. Not if you don't." The implied threat stung her. Larry had recently split from his wife and was known as a real cocksman.

Irene tried to stand up, to leave, but Larry's strong arms kept her in a kneeling position. In a instant, Irene gave in, ready for whatever was next, knowing that this part of her life had to remain a secret, knowing also that she wanted this, wanted to be a whore, a slut, no different than the woman in the movie.

"Besides," said Larry, "I think you have some admirers," nodding toward the 15 or so men lined up and ready.

"Turn this way," he said, tugging at her, his strong arms lifting her and placing her on her hands and knees. Before she has time to think about it, she finds herself facing forward, and she feels him roughly pull off her panties. Irene shivers in anticipation, then cries out loudly in surprise as his hips jerk up hard, instantly burying his cock in her pussy.

The cry draws the attention of the other men, and she sees them draw closer. She catches a glimpse of the blonde woman on the screen, surrounded by men and their cocks and realizes that she is in that position. As Larry's cock fills her pussy several sets of hands pull her blouse up over her breasts, baring them, and fingers find and pinch her nipples, drawing another cry.

A man, the first of many, steps forward. "Such a fucking slut," he says, "Suck my cock, slut." He comes quickly, spraying her face with his hot jism. Another and another cock comes forward, and Irene sucks with all her strength. Somewhere four or five down the line a man comes forward with a massive cock, ten inches at least, and glistening black. Irene is almost choked by its size but manages and he comes also.

An hour passes, although Irene has lost all track of time. In a trance, she is fucked by several of the men until she collapses in exhaustion, covered in drying sperm. She awakes to find herself alone in her car, wondering how she got there. The theatre parking lot is empty, it having long since closed. She notices a note taped to the dashboard.

Reading it, it says, "Meet you tomorrow here at the theatre, 9 PM..Larry."

Damn, Irene says to herself, what have I done?