"DUNGEON MAIDS"
(M+f, bond, reluc, oral)
by Art Martin
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A note from the author:� This story stands on it�s own, but you may enjoy it more if you first read the original
"Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn," grunted Carol in time with the slap, slap, slap, slap of the jock's groin meeting her fleshy buttocks as he slammed hard into her well used pussy from behind. "Uhn, uhn, uhn... uhn, uhn, uhn. Gawd, you're good baby," she moaned salaciously, "real good... Now harder, baby, harder... uhn, uhn, uhn."
"Ah, fuck," the fucker hissed as he labored away with his low hanging bull nuts wildly slapping up against her mound. "Squeeze it, you whore! Squeeze my fucking dick!"
Once again the beast that drove her into depravity began to well up inside, overwhelming all other thoughts and reason. "Harder, damn you, harder... Oh yes, baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I.... Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Carol's wailing shriek of joy was heard clearly all the way to the downstairs of the Lambda Omega Beta frat house, but barely merited attention. Tim, her erstwhile boyfriend, merely glanced up from the beer he was drinking. The other Lam‑Os, didn't even do that. They were all accustomed to her carrying on while getting fucked, and Carol got fucked often. What was noticed was when the thumping noises stopped. What's‑his‑name, one of the visiting gridiron jocks from Mu Chapter was apparently finished for now.
It was homecoming weekend at State U and the Mu Chapter Lam‑Os on the visiting team had stopped over for some brotherly commissural fun at the Gamma Chapter at State U. They were expecting a beer or three, maybe a little weed, but what they got was pussy.. They were all invited to fuck the Gamma Chapter's "sweetheart" and went about the task with gusto.
Chad, the president of Gamma Chapter, looked up from his laptop and nonchalantly called out, "Next!" A big jock from Mu, the fullback for the Dawson Tech Bullfrogs, put down his beer and headed upstairs.
"Hey, use a rubber, will ya?" called out one of the Gammas.
"Fuck that!" replied the massive jock. "You guys swore that she's clean, didn't you? Hell, I like 'em bareback!" He took another two steps up the stairs and then paused.
"Hey, Buck! Wha'd ya say we double up on her this time? That way we'll both get a nice tight fuck."
"You're on, Moose!" laughed his teammate and frat brother. "I've got dibs on her back door!"
A few minutes passed and a plaintiff cry, "Ooooohhhhh gaaaawwwwwddddd!" drifted downstairs. Moments later the thumping noises from upstairs began yet again.
"Hey, Tim! Your girlfriend is really getting a fucking today," chided one of his frat brothers.
"She's not my girlfriend," wearily replied Tim, "She's the 'Sweetheart' of this chapter."
"She's a whore!"
"Yes, and you fornicate with her regularly. So what's your gripe?"
"I'm not griping. With a body like she has, no one has any reason to complain."
"Yeah, but she's ugly!" chimed in another Lam‑O.
"Just put a bag over her head," retorted yet another. "But with tits like she has, who in hell looks at her face?"
"I do, I do," came a falsetto reply.
"That's her butt, faggot breath," came a rejoinder sending the room into raucous laughter.
Last year the Lam‑Os won the coveted Best of Ghouls Award from the Greek Council for their Haunted House display. This was due in no small measure to the fantastic Spider Lady they had. Of course it didn't hurt that behind the scenes, anyone and everyone could have fun with the incredibly built Spider Lady while she was simultaneously doing her part for the kiddies and their parents. To show their appreciation, the Lam‑Os voted her 'Sweetheart of Gamma Chapter'. Carol was elated and flattered at being elected, as she truly believed that the Lam‑Os were the coolest bunch of guys on campus. Her duties were unwritten, but simple. She was to put out, and put out she did.
At first it had bothered Carol that Tim would pass her around like he did. But like Tim told her, she could be a proper cunt after she graduated and settled down, meanwhile she should just spread 'em and enjoy herself. And enjoy herself she did.
The Sunday morning sun shone through a gap in the drawn window shades. Inexorably, the beam of light moved across the otherwise darkened room until it fell across Carol's acne‑prone face. The brightness woke her from her deep sleep. Groggily she stirred from her slumber. Besides the glare that forced her to keep her eyes shut, the first thing she was aware of was the soreness in her abused pussy and soreness in her tender ass. Then she felt the emptiness, the emptiness that follows a long night of cock after cock after cock, filling her again and again, hour after hour, relentlessly pounding her pussy and pounding her ass, driving her mad with a raging lust for more... more... and still more.
"Hmmmmmm," she moaned sleepily. To herself she mused, 'Go Bullfrogs!' as she wished that she had a strange cock or two filling her right now to ease the gnawing emptiness.
"Oh yesss," she whispered, "that was fun, fun, fun!"
Then she realized that even her jaws were sore. 'Those guys had the biggest, the best, the meatiest cocks ever! Hmmmmm, you do love a good gang bang. Don't you, you naughty slut!'
Catlike she stretched, absent‑mindedly touching her sore nipples. They seemed to be swollen to twice their normally generous size from the wonderful abuse that had been heaped upon them. Slowly a hand made it down to her groin, feeling the vast wetness that was still seeping from her holes.
"You are so bad," she giggled. "If she was still around, what would Mama think of me?" she mused with a devilish grin. "Bet she'd be jealous." Then with a giggle she added, "Like Papa says, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
Carol tried to think back and visualize each and every one of them, but was unable to remember even one face clearly. Names? No one had bothered with names. But the cocks... oh yes, she remembered the cocks, especially that big fucker... he had the biggest dick she'd ever encountered. That was saying a lot for during the past year as Gamma Chapter's Sweetheart, she'd encountered quite a few big dicks.
With the Homecoming festivities over, attention was turned to finalizing plans and displays for this year's Haunted House. Some participating organizations naturally waited until the last minute to make even rudimentary plans for the big event. Not Gamma Chapter of Lambda Omega Beta. The Lam‑Os were determined to once again win the Best of Ghouls Award. Last year the Spider Lady was a big hit, both with the paying public and with the paying "trusted friends" who had participated in the surreptitious behind‑scenes fundraiser featuring Carol's pussy. That money paid for several parties and the ribald bacchanalias funded with her cunt had become a part of the Greek folklore on campus. The Lam‑Os had a lot to live up to.
They were so determined to win that planning had been in progress for months. Tim knew that it would be unlikely for them to win again just by recycling last year's Spider Lady display. After considerable thought, he formulated a new idea. The Lam-Os loved the idea. They decided that they would add a new display, a display that was certain to garner critical acclaim, as well as raise some hard party-cash on the side. By the middle of the spring semester, they had fleshed out the plan. Within two weeks, the engineers in Lam‑O had designed and built a working prototype. By the end of the summer, they had perfected the mechanisms, resolved the portability issues and had turned the working display over to the more artistic types among the fold. Now that Homecoming was over, they were ready for the final touches, namely finding a few girls willing to help them out.
It was a given that Carol would help them out. But they also knew that she would refuse the part of the Spider Lady again. After two nights of being bent over and locked in place, her back hurt for days afterwards. No, she wasn't going to do that again, especially after they talked her into an encore down in the basement at one the following parties. That was only to be for an hour. It stretched into three.
No, she wasn't going to get trapped like that again. The Lam‑Os would just have to find several other girls that could rotate playing that part. They also knew that with several girls, it would be impossible to get away with everything they had gotten away with using Carol. So for the new Spider Ladies, they resolved to play it straight.
But they had decided, for the new dungeon display, they would use Carol. She didn't mind being used. However, there was a problem, they needed two girls to make it work right. To their surprise, the Sweetheart of Gamma Chapter came through for them, without ever being asked.
"Well, her name is Sandy," began Carol. "I went to high school with her, but she's just a freshman. She got pregnant her senior year, her parents kicked her out, and she had to drop out. The guy's parents, they adopted her kid 'cause she couldn't really take care him properly at all.
"Well, at first, you know, she couldn't afford college... so she danced in this fancy club..."
"You mean she's a stripper?" interrupted Tim.
"Not anymore! She's a freshman! But yeah, she was a stripper."
"Tim," she continued, "I told her all about the dungeon display. How the set revolved so that we would get a break every five, ten minutes. I told her that we had heard that the Gamma Thigh bitches were planning to be vampires and were going to wear white body suits so that they would look naked. Then I told her about your idea... that we would actually be naked... totally naked, but we'd be painted, so that we didn't actually look naked unless you looked real closely! She loved the idea!"
"Then she'll do it?" asked Chad hopeful that their problems were over.
"She wants to see the set and see how it all works. I told her that it only looked like we were strung up in chains and that when she was turned backstage, how the bar lowered so that you could sit, take a drink, whatever."
Tim and Chad talked it over for a moment. Chad, being the president and all said, "Well, of course she needs to see the set, see how it operates and how she's supposed to act. One thing though... is she pretty?"
Carol was very well aware that she had everything, well almost everything, that men really wanted, an absolutely dynamite body. She had large firm breasts with big puffy aureoles and thick nipples. She had a slender waist that flared beautifully to her wide hips. Her ass was to die for, and she had long, shapely muscular legs. She also had the best pussy on the planet, or so said the Lam-Os. Yes, Carol had everything a man could want except a pretty face. It wasn�t that she was ugly; she just wasn�t blessed above the neck. Her face was a little too long, her eyes were a little too small, her nose was a little too large, her front teeth were a little crooked, and her black hair was just a little too frizzy to be manageable. The pimple scars didn�t help any either, but at least the pimples themselves were no longer as common as they had been. No, her face just wasn�t all that attractive and she was very sensitive about it. Bristling she replied, "Of course she's pretty, you prick!"
"Oh, for Christ's sakes, Carol! Don't go get defensive on me! You know what I mean. With all the makeup she's going to look ugly anyway, but does she have a nice body?"
"She was a stripper, asshole! What do you think?"
Knowing Chad had hit a sensitive nerve, Tim quickly interjected, "Hey! He was just asking! That's all."
The frown on Carol's face faded. She so wanted to please Tim and she wasn't going to let Chad spoil it. "So, you want me to call her?" asked Carol sincerely.
"Sure, but first I want you to do something for us," said Tim.
Carol's eyes narrowed. "What? A blowjob?"
"Now that you mention it."
"And a fuck?"
"Sounds even better."
"Tim, you know I'll do anything for you, baby. All you have to do is ask," stated Carol sweetly.
With a smirk Tim replied, "It'd be better if you asked us... Sweetheart."
"You bastard! Okay... Tim, honey, will you and Chad fuck me? Please, fuck me."
"Have we ever said, no?"
"No, baby. You never have."
"That's right, bitch," growled Chad as he whipped out his cock for servicing. "Now on your knees, whore!"
Opening night, the Lam‑Os busily put the finishing touches on their set, easily the most elaborate that anyone had ever done. In addition to the dungeon scene and Spider Lady sets, they had gone out of their way to provide a little extra for the kiddies, an area set up with bowls of eye balls (grapes), brains (Jello), and entrails (pasta) that the blindfolded little brats would be forced to touch and feel, plus an apple bobbing area and some games.
The Spider Ladies were busy helping each other with face makeup and trying on the wild wigs. Meanwhile Carol and Sandy, dressed in robes, made up each other's face. The guys were all dressed up as various ghouls and executioners. The guys who worked out regularly and had the best physiques, got the part of bare‑chested henchmen/executioners, wearing high lace‑up black boots, a black Speedo and a black hood to hide their identities. Someone came up the idea to oil down their bare chests, but that was vetoed.
Checking out the male flesh on display milling about, Sandy whispered to Carol, "Check him out! Doesn't he look yummy... Gawd, I'd love to be under that hunk!"
"Oh, that's JoJo," replied Carol with certainty.
"How do you know?"
"How do you think I know? And yes... I promise that you would love being under him," Carol giggled. "I certainly do."
"You've done him?"
"I've done them all," bragged Carol.
"That one over there," Carol pointed out.
"Oooooo, he's dreamy too."
"That's Jim Bob. Good body, bad teeth. And that one's Kenny. He's really hung."
"Carol, you can't be serious? You've done them all?"
"Yes! Many times too."
"And I thought I was a slut!"
"Well, if you're not, you will be," added Carol cryptically.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Sandy," Carol lightly laughed. "Nothing at all... Really, I was just being stupid."
While Sandy was busy checking out all the well developed pecs and abs on display, the guys were busy checking her out too. "Hey, Chad!" someone called out. "She's really cute! Even with the red paint on her face."
"Where did you find her, Chad?"
"What's under the robe?" asked another. "She looks stacked."
"You won't believe how stacked," replied Chad proud of his find. "And she has a fantastic ass!"
"Oh yeah, I can tell."
Carol adjusted Sandy's wig, a wild Medusa affair similar to her own. "Well, you ready?"
"Sure, why not?" answered Sandy with a twinge of excitement.
Carol stood and motioned to Chad that they were ready.
"C'mon, guys, you don't want to miss this!"
With the small group of frats approaching, Carol opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. No matter how many times they had all fucked and used her, the sight of Carol's magnificent body in the nude, always sent the guys dicks into an erection.
"You mean she going to go out like that?" asked someone not familiar with all the details.
"Of course not!" replied Chad. "You guys get to paint her. The brushes are over there. Just use the blue body paint, and don't miss anything."
"Holy shit!" exclaimed another frat when Sandy discarded her robe.
Unlike Carol, Sandy was short, maybe 5'3" in her shoes. Like Carol, she was endowed with womanly hips and had incredible breasts, but unlike Carol's natural hooters, Sandy's 40D's were the result of implants, implants given to her by her pervert grandfather when she started dancing nude. As luck would have it, she began stripping in a club that her grandfather frequented regularly. She was shocked senseless when she discovered that the old man who wanted a lap dance was none other than her own Gramps! She tried to beg off, indeed she just wanted to go hide, but Gramps would have none of that. He wanted his "god damned" dance and raised a ruckus with the management when she refused.
The owner straightened her out in a hurry and she gave Gramps the dance he eagerly bought. Throughout the entire dance, his hands were all over her as was his custom. He bought dance after dance after dance, having a jolly time feeling up his only granddaughter. A few days later he paid for her enhancements and took on the role of sugar daddy, taking un‑grandfatherly liberties with his 'little slut‑baby'. In return, he was now paying for her more‑traditional education, while maintaining his place between her legs.
Sandy's huge firm breasts looked almost cartoonish on her otherwise petite frame, but that's what Gramps liked. Dark nipples capped her spherical mounds like little volcanoes. Augmenting her stunning breasts, was a naturally callipygous bubble butt inherited from her Hispanic mother. No Vargas Girl ever had such a shapely body.
The randy group of Lam‑Os ogled her with lustful thoughts as they soaked in the beauty before them. A fight nearly broke out to see who got to paint her blood red. Chad mediated the crisis, instructing his brothers to amicably pass around the brushes and share in the experience.
Both girls giggled as the boys slathered paint over their tits and drew obscene designs that were soon obliterated. There was more conflict when it came time to paint Sandy's vulva and ass crack. Chad resolved that by painting her two cracks himself.
Once both girls had at least two coats on every square inch of flesh, they had to stand about to dry. Meanwhile the artists, joined by other Lam‑Os, admired their handiwork, discussing and comparing the various contours and crevasses of the two painted girls.
"Positions everyone! Positions!" came the call down the maze just prior to opening. Upon hearing the call, the crowd of ghouls and henchmen and executioners broke up. Two henchmen/executioners stepped up to Carol and escorted her into position. Another two had the honors with Sandy, including the hulking JoJo that Sandy had admired earlier.
Upon instruction, Carol spread her legs and was manacled to the floor. An engineer threw a switch and the bar with wrist cuffs lowered into position. Click, click, and her wrists were secured. The engineer reversed the switch and the bar rose, pulling her back against the backdrop. Everyone agreed, she really looked chained to a wall. The two henchmen/executioners stepped back. The engineer threw another switch. In a blink of the eye, the "wall" rotated 180 degrees with a rumble. Carol was now out in the maze way, chained to a wall, and exposed to all who passed.
It was now Sandy's turn to be manacled to the rotating wall. Two hooded and half naked henchmen took the stacked "victim" by the arm and frog marched her unto the set. With quick work they manacled her ankles in a wide stance. The overhead bar lowered and they manacled her wrists. The bar rose completing the illusion that she was chained to a wall. Except it actually wasn't an illusion at all she noted upon testing the restraints. Sandy also quickly discovered that being so totally vulnerable was incredibly erotic.
"Make sure her paint is dry," the two henchmen were instructed. One of the goons nodded and turned to the bound girl. Sandy giggled as he ran his fingers across the painted skin of sides and tummy. The goon looked at his fingers that were paint free. Next he traced around her incredible silicon tits. This time Sandy didn't giggle, she smiled as the masked goon played with her tits. Judging her to be compliant, the other masked henchman ran his hand up between her thighs. Sandy's eyes got wide as he began to molest her in front of everyone backstage. He wasted no time and soon had his fingers sliding in her juicy slit.
Sandy pulled at her restraints with no avail. There was nothing she could do to prevent the public finger fucking she was now receiving. Squirming against her restraints and biting her lower lip, she looked about the room for someone, anyone who might help her. No one stepped forward except to get a better look at her exposed cunt.
"Oh god. You'd better stop," she softly whispered. The two henchmen, one tweaking her nipples and the other thrusting his fingers in her cunt ignored her. "I'm gonna cum, damn you," she whispered again.
At the very verge of an orgasm, the two goons stopped molesting her and stepped back. "Paint's dry," announced the finger fucker.
With a clank and a thud, she was suddenly whirled around and outside in the maze way. "Damn them," she cursed breathlessly as her throbbing cunt yearned for completion. "Why did they stop?"
"Shhhh!" scolded the executioner in the maze way. "They're coming! Squirm around some. Look in agony. C'mon, moan!"
Sandy then heard a kid scream as someone jumped out from a dark alcove. With her pussy still tingling, Sandy began her act, moaning pitifully as she pulled against the chains.
"Daddy!" gasped a little girl. "She's naked!"
"No, she's not, she's... uh, she's..." stammered the little girl's daddy. "Damn!" he uttered under his breath as the executioner probed his red painted prisoner with a stick of some sort. The dad's attention alternated between the "victim's" red painted tits and the plainly visible slit between her legs.
"Owww!" Sandy cried out as a brief, but moderate, current of DC shocked her. "Owwww! Don't do that!" she again protested as she was zapped once more. "Ohhhhhh! Stop!"
Satisfied that she was now putting on a good show, the henchman/execution stopped poking her and picked up a stage prop chain saw.
RRRRRRRR, RRRRRRR, RRRRRRR went the harmless prop as it was menacingly banished about. The little girl screamed, convinced that something awful was about to happen. Tugging at her daddy's arm, she was more than ready to move on, but Dad stood fixed, his dick hard as an iron spike. Her Dad was in no hurry.
Back stage and totally helpless to prevent it, Carol's cunt was now being fingered. "Oh, god, you guys!" she laughed as she jerked against her restraints. "C'mon now! You said you weren't going to... oh, shit! I'm gonna cum, you bastards! You're gonna make me... Oh fuck... Oh yes... Oh yesssss... Oh, god, don't stop. Please don't stop!" The masked molester pulled his hand from Carol's now sopping cunt.
"No, no, no, I'm so close. Please? Aw, c'mon guys!"
Another henchman held something up for her to see. It was egg shaped, but had a tail of some sort.
Carol squirmed as the egg was shoved up her cunt. "What is that? What are you do..." Without warning, she was whirled about, finding herself once again looking out into the maze way.
"Cool! Did you see that, Dad?" enthusiastically said one of three boys with a tall man. "The wall turned! This one's all blue! Gosh! Is she naked, Dad? I mean, is this one really naked?"
"Sure looks that way, Timmy," answered the boys' dad. "I'll be a..."
"You mean those are real tits!" exclaimed the oldest boy. "Oh man! This is the best!"
Carol's eyes bugged out when the egg stuffed up her cunt began vibrating. "Ohhhhhh!" she cried, startled at the new sensation. The vibrating stopped for a moment before starting again. Automatically, Carol's hips began slowly punching forward. Soon her head was lolling about.
A bottleneck began forming in the maze way as a crowd formed to watch the blue painted girl as she gyrated seductively in chains.
"Wanna see a real show?" whispered a ghoulish figure into ear of a dad. "Backstage, ten minutes for twenty bucks."
"What kind of show?" replied the plainly excited man.
"What do you think?"
"But my kids..."
"We'll take care of the kids. You can meet up with them in ten minutes," smoothly answered the ghoul.
With a nod from the ghoulish pitchman, another costumed figure came up and led the man's two kids off into another room, a room with bowls of brains, guts and eyeballs, followed by an apple bobbing station and several games that could keep the kids occupied for a half hour or more, before they were returned to the maze way. Meanwhile the dad slipped through a darkened door.
Willingly separated from a sawbuck, he was given a mask. Once the mask was in place he was led into the backstage area where Sandy was twisting in chains while her cunt was fingered once again. Soon the man was joined by another man, and then another. Breathlessly they watched the girl climax and then have an egg device shoved up inside her.
"Which of you gentlemen wants three minutes with this girl?" began the next pitch just as the wall rotated bringing Carol backstage and delivering Sandy to the gawkers out in the maze way. "Or with this one?"
"Three minutes? Three minutes for what?"
"Just watch," came the cryptic reply.
The humming sound of electric motors filled the area as Carol's her arms were first lowered. Immediately she was grateful that she could put her arms down for a moment. Then her to her surprise, her feet were pulled forward until she was lying back, stretched out and suspended from her chains at about a forty‑five degree angle. A henchman reached between Carol's splayed legs, digging up in her cunt to extract the egg from her now throbbing pussy. Then another henchman stepped forward as he pulled down his Speedo, releasing an impressive hard‑on.
"Jesus!" came whispered comment as a fourth man joined the first three.
"Oh, yesssss!" cried Carol joyfully as the thick virile cock was run up her ever needy cunt.
"Here's the deal," began the pitchman again, "three minutes for one hundred dollars. To accommodate you, we accept Visa and MasterCard."
"Fuck! You mean I can charge it?"
"Yes, sir! Your charge will appear as a donation to the Lambda Omega Beta Scholarship Fund. As this is a tax‑exempt charity, your donation will also be fully tax deductible."
"Sign me up, son!" exclaimed the second man in line.
"This way, sir."
By the time the charge card was processed and the man was fully disrobed, Carol had gotten the egg shoved back up her cunt and the mechanism was returning the blue-painted whore to an upright position. With a clunking mechanical noise, the wall rotated, bringing Sandy backstage.
By this time the buzzing egg had already caused her to climax twice. Buzzing with endorphins, she was only vaguely aware of being repositioned at an angle. Dreamily she looked about the backstage stage area and saw the group of masked men watching. She moaned as the wonderful egg was pulled from her sopping wet cunt. Then a movement caught her eye.
Lumbering up to her was a man, naked save for a mask. He was somewhat flabby, but sported a nicely jutting penis. He stepped between the red-painted girl's splayed legs, pausing a moment to feel up an inflated breast. At the touch of his callused hand, Sandy knew that this was no frat boy. Wide‑eyed and helpless to prevent it, she watched as the man rubbed his cockhead up and down her defenseless slit. Panic began to well up inside her, but it was too late... she was penetrated. Still she felt she had to fight back any way she could and did her best to dislodge the penis that was now fucking her.
The man, excited beyond belief by the vain struggle put up by the chained girl, lasted less than a minute before he shot off with a groan of pure pleasure, filling the reservoir tip of the condom so thoughtfully provided by the Lam‑Os. Moments later his soft cock slipped from her cunt. A strong arm directed him to step back.
Immediately a second masked man was between her legs. This time, as her cunt was penetrated, Sandy cried out, "Helllllllllllpp! Somebody, please helllllllllpp!" as she thrashed about struggling fruitlessly against her bonds, her cries carrying throughout the Haunted House. To the general public, it was just another haunted house noise and no one gave it a second thought, least of all the rutting forty‑something who was busy getting his jollies off.
Suspended in midair, Sandy's young nubile body quaked with each impact of the older man's groin into hers as he fucked her hard and fast. Soon the cries for help faded, replaced with the cooing babble of a true slut enjoying a good fuck. The pure eroticism of being taken like this by a complete stranger quickly sent her over the edge. Now the cries were, "Oh, yessssss! Oh, yesssss! I'm cumming! I'm... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss! Fuck meeeeee! Fuck meeeeee!"
Suddenly her convulsing cunt was vacated, the sudden emptiness being quickly replaced by the wonderful egg that was once again inserted in her happy fuck tunnel. The mechanism clanked and she was returned upright. Seconds later, she was once again on display to the general public, lost in the pleasurable buzzing in her cunt.
Marveling at the growing line of men, Chad sought out the mastermind behind tonight's fundraiser. As Carol was positioned for the next generous donor to the bogus Lamda Omega Beta Scholarship Fund, Chad slapped Tim on the back. "You know, Tim, I gotta hand it to you, buddy. You're a fucking genius! An absolute fucking genius!"
THE END
Carol wasn't always a slut, but when the genie gets out of the bottle, it's Cherry Picking Season for Carol in
HAUNTED HOUSE WHORE III
(mmmff, exhib, 1st, oral)
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