A call for action

"C'mon, baby," I moaned. "Do you want me to be your princess or your fuckslut? Are you trying to make love to me or fuck me?"

He grinned that evil grin again. "Don't ask for something you don't want, you little prick-tease. You may not like what you get."

I squirmed in my bindings a bit. "I'll fucking take anything you or anyone else can dish out," I moaned. "You're my pimp and I'm your whore. Drill me like the slut that I am."

He pushed his cock deep into me, but then stopped and looked up at Ben. "Did you hear that, man?" he asked quickly. "The slut wants us to pimp her out."

Right away I knew I had said the wrong thing, because Ben immediately slapped his cock across my face. "Let's call in the cavalry, then," he said. I had a sudden sinking feeling as Todd turned to face the door.

"Yo! Guys! Time to get in on the action!"

I tried to protest but Ben just popped his shaft back deep into my mouth and told me to shut up again. "You didn't really think we were the only ones here. Did you?"

Actually, I had. Boy, was I wrong. In marched what I could only gather was the entire Crawford Heights football team. Okay. Maybe if wasn't the entire team. But a good five more of them at least. By now Todd had come around and leaned down to whisper to me. I knew he was really checking to see if I was O.K. with all this. But he knew how not to break the mood that had sent a dozen different fluids flowing into the depths of my twat.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth off Ben's prick. Slowly I turned to look at him.

"Tell me what you want, slut," he said. "I want to hear you say it." One of the boys who had just entered began stepping toward me, but Todd put up his hand to signal him to stop. The young man looked more than a little peeved, so I decided to make this quick.