Fuck no!

“Sounds pretty damn good to me,” Ben said. “The little slut obviously can’t get enough.”

“Only question, babe, is what do we do today?” Justin asked. “She’s coming along in the slut department, but there’s still some work to do. Unless, she’s not interested in becoming the filthiest slut in school?”

Oh god! Justin certainly picked up on my buttons quick. I felt that now familiar thrill run through me and almost doubled over. “Fuck no!” I choked out. “Anything goes. I’m here, I’m horny, and I’ve only had one mouthful of cum. Any fucking hole for anyone who fucking wants it.” And that was it. I had just declared my intention to spend my entire Saturday fucking and sucking. Fan-fucking-tastic!

“Well,” Denise said, “that settles that. Only thing is,” her tone turned pensive “we still don’t know if she’s much good at eating pussy.”

“I was good enough for you yesterday,” I shot back.

“True, but that was benefitting from a proper fuck and rough enthusiasm.”

It really was strange to be holding a serious conversation with Denise about my need for instruction in the fine art of pussy-eating.

Denise continued, “If we’re going to shoot another with you Monday, a little rehearsal is in order, don’t you think, slut?” She had a definite gleam in her eye as she unconsciously licked her lips.

“And while you’re showing her how to be a proper pussy-bitch, maybe we can see if anyone’s interested in stopping by to fuck Madison Valley’s newest, and definitely cheapest, whore.” Ben’s proposal was not phrased as a question.

“Certainly she’s cheap,” Denise shot back. “Can’t get any cheaper than free.” She looked at me, “That’s right we know you’re such an utter skank that we don’t have to worry about you not being here next week. We can spend the first marking period passing you around free of charge, getting you good and experienced,” Christ that sounded great “Then we can see what the market will bear.”

“Free? Really? What was all that about pimping her out to the teachers and roping in the ones with more curiosity than brains?” Justin asked, a bit petulantly. “You know video isn’t free and neither are condoms and your slutty gear. And who knows how much she can pay for.”

“Well, nobody said the videos had to be free, at least not after the first couple. And fucking the teachers doesn’t need to involve money anyway, at least not for starters.” She turned curiously contemplative again, “Anyone she ropes in is future cast and customer. Heh,” she snickered “I like that: ‘Cast and customer.’ Has a nice ring doesn’t it?”

“As long as no one gets scared off,” I pointed out from where I sat, wiping up the last of the cum. “Will everyone who wants to fuck, want to film?”

“No real choice, when you think about,” Justin pointed out. “Once we get them on camera they’re ours whether they want to or not.” He was getting into this pimp idea as much as Denise.

“As to money, I kind of like the idea of letting her pick out things with her own. We’ll see how badly she wants it,” Ben chipped in. “Maybe give her some incentive to get good fast.”

“You don’t think I’m there already?” I shot back boldly. Shit. What was everyone arguing over? After last night, I definitely wanted a crack at some more pussy, and Denise was more than sufficient. Throw in the prospect of some fresh cock and I was primed. Instead, everyone was standing around holding a board meeting.

“Well we’re all standing here, and only Todd’s had any. And that was just your mouth; everyone got some of that last night.” Justin gripped. “Give me a couple and I’ll be ready to go.”

I sat there on the cold concrete, the front of my shorts soaked, the rough surface rubbing against my ass, looking up at Denise standing with her hands on her hips. “Well, while you’re waiting, I’ll see what I can do for this little slut,” I jerked my thumb at Denise. So saying, I boosted myself into a squatting position, my face at pussy-height, and quirked an eyebrow at her. She got the hint.

Despite being only a few feet away, Denise still gave the impression of strutting as she moved directly in front of me. I adjusted my posture just enough to put her crotch at nose height, and I was suddenly aware of the air around me. Denise’s scent was distinctly feminine, mixed with something mustier. My own juices were less a scent and more of an all-encompassing sensation of heat. And overlaying it all were two smells I had become... intimately familiar with, sweat and cum. Those two were everywhere. On me, on Denise, and the guys.

Denise looked down at me with a superior little sneer her face, “Well? I’m waiting.”

[Not much of hand at F/F, and I am continuing with my assumption this is Saturday without classes. If it does not seem to work I will scrap that assumption. But for now, if anyone else wants to take a proper crack (so to speak) at Katie and Denise? Please have at it.]