Convenience Part 3

By David Waledich
Copyright reserved 2003

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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and 
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone 
actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. 
These stories are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.

Summary: In the third part of the series Caroline finds herself selling her body to three men after a night out at a strip bar. The boundaries between consent and non consent become blurred as their demands become increasingly wet and dirty.

Part 3:
Which is how a week later Caroline found herself entering the kind of nightclub she had never been in before, but only heard and read about. It was in Mayfair, an otherwise posh area of town, with expensive hotels and boutiques. But here too was a discrete doorway leading to Razells, one of the most expensive lap dancing clubs in London. As she had been told she found that her name was on the guest list, and she descended the stairs towards the thumping music. An extraordinary scene met her eyes. Naked and semi naked girls writhed and gyrated around tables filled with smartly dressed businessmen. As she struggled to take it in Nigel materialised at her side. 

“Hello, Carrie. You made it. Fantastic. I knew you’d come. Couldn’t resist it, eh? We’re at the back, to the left of the stage. Follow me.”

Mutely Caroline followed her ex-boss across the room, uncomfortably close to several pairs of synthetically enhanced jiggling breasts. They homed in on a table where two other men of Nigel’s age were working their way through what looked like their fifth bottle of champagne. Caroline was introduced to them by name, but the music coming from the nearby loudspeakers was so loud that she didn’t quite catch them, and either way she was still too dazed to take anything in. As she was handed a glass of champagne one of the dancers arrived at their table, and right in front of Caroline’s bemused eyes she gyrated and thrusted her hips and her ass at them until one of the men slipped a twenty pound note into her thong knickers. At which point the knickers were slipped down and Caroline found herself only inches away from a perfectly shaved pudenda, the cunt lips glowing in the multicoloured lights. Caroline didn’t know where to look, but the men were staring fascinated at the writhing thrusting female flesh in front of them, one moment gazing at her buttocks, the next her opening legs and her slit, and the next her bouncing breasts. But at no moment was there actual contact with the smoothly oiled and shaved flesh that gyrated in front of them. 

As the dancer left, with another twenty pound note for her performance, the men’s attention finally returned to the smart office girl sitting alongside them, feeling rather strangely overdressed in her white shirt, neat dark suit and black tights. They started to try and make polite conversation, as though they were in an ordinary city pub after work, but their eyes kept leaving her face and drifting off to where another naked body writhed under the spotlight at a nearby table. The attraction of all that undulating naked female flesh was just more than the demure Caroline could compete with. So she drank, downing the champagne, and taking more when the next bottle arrived, and she found the drink reacting fiercely with the two beers and five glasses of red that she had had earlier that evening with her ex-boyfriend. She had agreed to meet him for old times sake, thinking that they might be able to patch it up again, but he had behaved like the complete ass that she had now learnt that he was, and really just wanted to impress her with the stories of his latest skiing holiday. So she had drunk his expense account and now here she was sitting with three men watching other women dance naked for them, and knowing that she had come to them because they were going to pay her for sex. Whilst she had been sitting looking at her boyfriend earlier that evening she had thought about all she had done since they had been lovers, and was proud of herself, and even enjoyed thinking ahead to all the things that she might do that evening. If only he knew, with all his stories of the girls he had picked up on holiday, if only he knew how brave and how sexy she was. But he never would. 

By the time they stood to go Caroline’s head was spinning with alcohol, and found it quite hard to walk up the stairs with them, up away from the dance floor, because the ground kept moving beneath her feet. On one occasion she stumbled and one of the men whose name she couldn’t recall took her arm and steadied her. As he released her, his hand drifted across her buttocks, stroking her under her tight skirt, and a small part of her recoiled from his touch. But she couldn’t recoil, could she? She had to play the role that was expected of her. The part of the willing whore. Because they had already paid in advance, and she had to complete her part of the bargain.

It took only a couple of minutes in the cold winter streets for them to get to the Mayfair apartment of one of the businessmen. Past the concierge-controlled reception, into the lift and up to the tenth floor. In the lift Caroline suddenly felt afraid for the first time. These three men were close to her in the confined space of the lift, she could feel the breath of one of them on the back of her neck, and in the air was a suppressed excitement, a terrible pent up longing. She knew that every one of those men were already thinking about what they wanted to do to her when they got her into the apartment. Was she mad? Going into a room entirely at the mercy of three men, two of whom she hadn’t even met until an hour before. What could they do to her? And how could she ever stop them? The lift doors opened and she was relieved to be out of the claustrophobic longing silence of the lift. Even the men seemed to breathe more easily again.

She found herself in a huge apartment with floor to ceiling glass windows, through which the distant streetlights of Mayfair glowed below. Only the faintest gleam of light reflected over the ceiling, but she could make out large plush armchairs and sofas.

“Don’t turn the lights on” she heard Nigel say. “Let’s make her dance for us.”

“Good idea. Like the girls in the club”.

“Put some music on.”

One of the men fumbled in the dark to find the stereo. 

“Dance for you?” echoed Caroline. She couldn’t imagine herself as one of those dancers.

“That’s right. We’ve paid you, so dance.”

Music started up and the men slumped onto the sofa, watching her expectantly. Reluctantly Caroline started swaying to the beat, trying to do a striptease out of her jacket.

“Go on, put some energy into it”

“Shake your tits properly”

“that’s better”

“Now your ass. Wiggle your ass. More.”

“Here’s a twenty for you to get your tits out”

One of the men threw a twenty pound note onto the floor. Caroline undid her shirt. In the darkness she could hardly see the men in front of her, and her head was spinning from the alcohol. She was starting to get into the dancing, into the fantasy of being a lap dancer. Their eyes were staring not at he face, but at her gyrating body, her ass, her breasts, her legs. And this time they knew they didn’t just have to watch. They could have her whenever they wanted to. One of them tugged at his trousers and took his cock out. She could just see it in the darkness, gleaming white and upright against the black of his suit trousers. His hand gripped its base and started to work it. 

“Who’s got the pills?”

“Here.”

“What’s that?” Caroline halted her dancing as some pills were passed round the men.

“What do you think?”

“Viagra.”

“We want to get our money’s worth. This’ll keep us up all night”.

“yeah, and all fucking morning. Now dance.”

Reluctantly Caroline resumed her dancing, easing her skirt down off her hips, wriggling her buttocks at them, separated by the red elastic of her thong knickers. She felt the power of her position, being able to turn these men on, to know that she was arousing them with every twist of her hips. But she also felt another twang of nervousness. Viagra. They could fuck her all night. Not just could. They would fuck her all night. What if she had enough? What if she wanted to leave? They had paid for her, and she would have to take it.

“Come on, get it off. I want to see you starkers.”

“Yeah, get it off, Carrie.”

She recognised the voice of her boss from the darkness. As she peered through the gloom she could now make out all three men on the sofa, their outlines silhouetted against the window behind them, and all three now had their cocks out in their hands. Caroline sashayed towards them, twisting her hips voluptuously, then right in front of them she pushed her knickers down her legs and stepped out of them. She was stark naked in front of three aroused men. And she liked it. Swaying from side to side she twisted her hips and sank downwards onto her haunches, shaking her breasts at them. In the darkness their eyes glistened hungrily as they stared at her bouncing nipples. Caroline reached out her arms on either side of her and her fingertips brushed against the upright cocks of the men on the left and the right. Now that she was closer she could see that it was Nigel in the middle. As her fingers caressed the cocks of the other two men, tickling their shafts, she leaned forwards and put her mouth down onto Nigel’s shaft. She heard him groan as his knob slid over her lips, and she could taste stale urine on her tongue. She took it into the back of her throat and let her fingers close round the other two cocks, gripping the shafts and slowly working them up and down. Her saliva wettened Nigel’s cock and took away the taste of pee as she sucked. Then she took it right into the back of her throat, enjoying the sense of power as she felt him stiffen uncontrollably, and his back arched on the sofa. For the first time in her life she had a cock in her mouth, and one in each hand. And it felt good. 

Suddenly things happened very fast. One of the cocks was snatched away from her hand, she heard footsteps, and warm hands grabbed her hips. A split second later, with no preparation and no apology, a cock split her cunt in half and surged up into her passage. Caroline cried out in surprise and a moment of pain. She had been turned on by the dancing, and was a bit wet, but not ready enough to have a whole tumescent member stuffed up there.  

“Ow. Ow, ow. Gently.”

Her head had come up off Nigel’s cock for a moment, but now his hands forced her mouth back down onto it and held it there. The man behind her mounted her rear and fucked her ruthlessly, like a dog. The sound of his hips slapping against her round buttocks echoed round the room, and she could hear him grunting with the exertion. 

“You can take it. We’ve paid for it. You can take it.”

“She can take it. She’s had it from me. She can take this and more. She let me piss on her.”

“She didn’t.”

“She did.”

“The little whore.”

“She looks so demure as well. So straight.”

“The naughty ones often do.”

“She’ll take whatever you give her, guys, I swear it. She’s a right little tart and she loves it.”

“Yeah? Let’s see if she loves this too then.”

The cock was whipped out of her cunt so suddenly that it made her gasp. A moment later she felt her buttocks wrenched apart and his knob pressed against her anus. Caroline bucked between the two men, and tried to wriggle out of the way. Strong hands pressed down on her shoulders and gripped her hips. Even the third man was now helping to hold her in place. With a sudden brutal thrust the man behind her drove his erection through her asshole and up into her rectum. Caroline remembered crying out on Nigel’s cock, but it was muffled by his knob blocking her throat. She remembered the sharp biting pain of her spasming sphincter as it tried to accommodate the cock, and a deep wrenching pain that seemed to fill her insides as it ploughed on up her. Then he was settled into a long deep fucking in and out, his hips pounding her ass, and suddenly the pain was gone. Instead there was heat. A deep pulsing heat that filled her stretched open ass and seemed throb through her loins. As he buggered her Caroline could actually feel her cunt warming and spreading, the lubrication oozing from the walls of her passage. She couldn’t have believed it, but as the pain of her distended ass faded she found herself actually being turned on by this hard ass-fucking. It was a deep pounding heat that made her head spin and made her want to put her fingers back between her legs and touch herself, down there where her clitoris was now almost painfully hard.

“The little bitch is touching herself.”

“She’s not”

“She is. I can feel it, under my cock. She wanking herself.”

“I told you. She likes it. She likes anything. I told you so.”

“Let me have a go.”

The cock wrenched backwards out of her ass, making Caroline jerk under their combined hands. Then seconds later a second cock was pressing insistently against her rear orifice. This time her sphincter gave more easily, and immediately Caroline felt the hot sliding feeling of another cock going up her bottom. 

“Oh god. Yes, it’s up her bum. It’s actually up her bum. I can see it going in.”

She felt him wrench her buttocks apart so that he could look down at the top of his shaft projecting from her ass, sliding in and out as her anus clutched at it. Beside himself with excitement the man started to fuck violently in and out, and the harder he fucked, the harder Caroline worked her own clit with her fingers. The hot ache of her buggering combined with the tingling waves of pleasure from her cunt made her loins become almost molten with layers of mingling warmth. She felt like the whore she was. She was having her ass fucked, and her mouth fucked, and she was going to come, she was sure of it, she could feel it rising up inside her like a huge swamping wave. And suddenly there she was, riding an immense surge of an orgasm, crying out on the knob in her throat whilst the other knob hammered into the dark depths of her bowels. And in her mind’s eye swam those naked dancing girls, and herself, amongst them, surrounded by men, all wanting to fuck her, all able to fuck her, whenever and however they liked. The tingling power of her orgasm faded, just as the man pounding her ass was unable to control himself any longer, drove himself up to the hilt, and emptied his balls into her ass in long convulsive jerks. She could feel his pumping balls squash against her buttocks, and his long shaft throbbing inside her, even as the warm glow of her own coming gently faded and left her cunt tingling and wet under her fingers.

The cock slipped slowly backwards out of her ass, sucking backwards, greased with sperm. She could actually hear her sphincter pop closed as it expelled his sticky knob. Then her head was lifted from Nigel’s cock and as she opened her eyes she glimpsed the man walking round from behind her. He took her head and pulled it into his loins, and before she had to time to take breath his cock was pushing between her lips. It was in her mouth before she had time to reflect that moments before it had been up her ass. And suddenly there it was, the taste of excrement on her tongue. The dark earthy taste of her insides, plastered on his cock, and now being pushed into her mouth, all over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. And then the bleachy strong taste of sperm, the milk of his balls, as it oozed out from the slit hole in the head of his knob and dripped into her mouth. 

“Go on, suck it clean. That’s been up your ass, and you are going to suck it clean. Every little bit of it. Like the little whore that you are.”

He was still hard, his shaft round and firm, lined with big veins. How could he still be hard after having come so much in her? Then she remembered the pills. Of course, he was still hard. He was always going to be hard. As she knelt in front of him, like the little whore that he had called her, sucking his cock clean, she felt someone kneel behind her and guide his cock up her cunt from the rear. She gasped as it pushed the hot wet juices up her passage, and her head span as her recently aroused cunt relaxed and warmed around a good hard penis. They were talking about her as though she was nothing, as though she couldn’t hear them, just talking the lust-filled thoughts that were running through their heads as they pumped their cocks in her. 

“She’s wet for it. She really is.”

“God I’m going to make her cry out when I get mine in her ass. She is going to beg me to stop.”

“What about the toilet? Let’s take her into the toilet.”

“Does she really let you piss on her?”

Caroline pulled back from the rigid cock in her mouth. 

“Look, we said straight sex. Three hundred each for straight sex. Not this.”

“So what do you want? How much for the lot.”

“The lot?”

“Anything we want. Anything at all. Flat fee.”

“Double.”

“It’s a deal. Six hundred each. And we get everything.”

One of the men went to a drawer, took out a wad of notes and sprinkled them across the sofa in front of her. The cock was still pounding in and out of her cunt, and hadn’t missed a single beat throughout the conversation.

“You want to count it?”

“No. I trust you.”

“Good now come over here and sit on my cock.” 

The man sat on the sofa, on top of the crumpling banknotes, his upright member in his fist. The cock came out of her rear, so Caroline stood and staggered over to him. She turned and lowered herself down.

“Not your cunt, you silly girl. Your ass”.

She lifted herself back up and sat back down, skewering her own asshole down onto his length. By putting her full weight onto it she felt it rise so far up her bottom that she could feel his soft hairy balls against the underside of her buttocks.

“Fuck me, whore. Fuck me with your ass. Work for your money.” 

Caroline bounced up and down on his length, her small breasts jiggling in the air. Within moments there were several hands all over her, feeling her body, groping her tits, exploring her open wet cunt. Then there was a cock in her mouth, and suddenly another cock sliding into the front passage. She cried out in surprise at the extraordinary feeling of one cock sliding up and down in her ass, and another pushing back and forth into her cunt. They were rubbing together inside her, pushing the thin membranes of flesh inside her back and forth as they fucked. She had three cocks in her body, and she was going to take every drop of come from them. 

The next hour blurred together into a weird mixture of positions and cocks, until she lost track of who was where, and indeed who she was herself. Now she had surrendered everything. She had agreed a price, and they could do what they liked with her body. But she felt a huge sense of power over them, because their lust made them so weak, so helpless, so enslaved to her. She could control them as much as they could control her. “Lick my cunt out” she said to Nigel, and in seconds he was down there, licking where one of the men had just fucked her and come in her. He licked so hard that the sperm lodged up inside her trickled down into his mouth. The other two squeezed their knobs into her mouth simultaneously, stretching her mouth incredibly wide round both shafts. Then she sat astride one man with her cunt, whilst Nigel mounted her ass from behind and the third fucked her mouth. The cocks rubbing back and forth inside her were so close together, and so hard, that Nigel could hold back no longer and emptied his swollen testicles into her bottom in one huge groan of release. Suddenly there was a pause, and a voice said:

“I need to piss.”

“Don’t waste it. Let’s take her to the toilet”.

The man whose apartment it was took her hand and lead her through towards the bathroom, the other two following behind, watching the swivelling of her bare ass as she walked. He switched on the small shaving light above the mirror and Caroline blinked in the sudden light. The warm darkness of the lounge had been cosy, a fantasy world of hot hard cocks, and faceless lustful men. But this was weirdly different. It was bright, antiseptic, clinical. The tiles shone, and in the mirror ahead of her she could see the two other men following her in behind, their eyes feasting on her rear. She could see their faces, and their eyes, bleary with lust, dazed with alcohol and orgasm. There was something animalistic and almost other worldly about their gaze. These weren’t people, they were bodies attached to rampant lustful cocks, and all they wanted to look at was her body, her orifices, her breasts, just like the girls in the club. She felt hands on her shoulders, pushing her down next to the toilet.

“Get your head down, right down. In the bowl. That’s it. Look up at me. Mouth open. Wider. You are going to drink my piss. Every last little drop of it. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Ask for it.”

“Piss on me. Please. Piss on me. I want it.”

“You are so bad. You want it do you? You really want it? Right then. Here you are.”

The first squirt of urine hit her in the face, blinding her, making her recoil. Some went up her nose. She could smell it. Suddenly it was in her mouth, strong and sweet, yet bitter with alcohol at the same time. She choked as it flooded her mouth. Waving his fat cock around he let the stream of pee play across her face, trickling hot and wet through her hair and down her neck; then he concentrated on filling her mouth up.

“Swallow it. Come on, I want to see you swallow.”

Her mouth was full, so she had no choice anyway. She swallowed and the first mouthful of warm piss surged down her oesophagus, into her stomach. She opened her mouth again and he filled it up again within seconds, the foaming yellow liquid pissing forth in an endless torrent from his red knob. She opened her eyes and behind his hairy legs she could see the other two men watching, their cocks wanking in their hands, watching her drink his pee. Nigel could stand it no longer.

“Get her in the bath. Then we can all have a go.”

The man reached down and grabbed her by her long piss-soaked hair, lifting her up from the splattered toilet bowl. 

“Ow, ow you’re hurting.”

“Get in the bath, quick. On your back.” 

She climbed in and lay down, the white porcelain freezing cold against her goose bumping skin. The three men stood in a line along the side of the bath, their still semi hard cocks in their hands. She looked up at them, the line of three penises, and the out of focus faces above them. They were all pointing at her. She opened her mouth and waited, as they concentrated, willing the urine up from their straining hairy bellies. The first arc of piss hit her, hot from someone’s bladder, and played up and down her body, over her stomach, between her open legs, soaking her dark pubes. Then another man’s piss, a long hard squirt, falling first on her breasts, then up across her neck, into her face. She closed her eyes as it splashed into them. Then another piss, going straight for her mouth. She writhed in the bath, running her hands up and down her body as the piss played all over her, wet, stinking and deeply sensual. She pushed her breasts together, feeling the hot urine pour across them, and thrusted her hips and crotch up to meet one strong stream that seemed strong enough to force its way right into her cunt. 

Urine poured down between her legs and over her face, pooling in the bottom of the bath and turning rapidly cold as it chilled against the porcelain. She drank it, she rolled in it, she masturbated in it, until they could piss no more. She opened her urine-wettened eyelashes, and through bleary eyes saw a cock come down into her mouth. Someone, she didn’t know who, crouched in the bath astride her face and fucked her mouth brutally, his knob thumping into the back of her throat until finally with relief she felt him stiffen and a jet of thick come splattered the back of her throat. She drank it just as she had drunk their piss, straight down without thinking about it. She felt full, her belly swollen from so much drink, and then so much come and piss. She suddenly realised that she hadn’t pissed for hours. So she did, the long yellow stream arcing out of her open labia and into the air, splashing down all over her own body. The man came out of her mouth, still dripping come, and Caroline found her piss playing up her breasts. With a really hard squirt she managed to get it across her face and into her own mouth. It tasted bitter and acrid, harder than the men’s piss. Her piss subsided and suddenly she felt as though she was alone. She opened her eyes, and there were no men above her. She rose up in the bath, and then she suddenly saw that the man who owned the flat was sitting next to her on the toilet. From the noises and the smell she knew what he was doing. She started sit up.

“Don’t get up. I haven’t finished with you.”

“Oh no. Not that.”

“I said, I haven’t finished with you.”

He stood up from the toilet, and slowly climbed into the bath, his feet going astride her body, and then crouched down across her face. Caroline saw his buttocks open as he descended, and she caught a glimpse of his asshole, big and round. Then it was pressed against her mouth and his whole impressive weight was on her face, pressing her down into the bath, soaking her hair in the layer of piss that was swilling round in the bottom of it.

“Lick me clean. Like the good little whore that you are. Lick me clean.”

Caroline pushed her tongue up past her lips and grazed round his asshole. Immediately she could taste it.

“Properly. Lick it properly. Up and down.”

Miserably Caroline pushed her tongue right up his crack and started lapping up and down like a dog, cleaning his ass. Far above her head she could hear his voice.

“Oh yes. Lick my ass. Lick my fucking ass.”

He started wanking his cock with his hand, and she could feel his balls thumping against her chin. His other hand groped down between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and a finger stuck up her cunt. The better she did it the sooner he would come. Suffocating between the fat flesh of his hairy buttocks Caroline stuck her tongue as deep into his twitching asshole as she could bear to, driving the tip right up into his rectum.

“Oh yes. Yes. Taste my shit. Taste my fucking shit.”

His fingers probed her cunt apart, several sticking up her, then he leaned further and his fingers were poking into her anus, wet with piss and the sperm that had been left in her rectum. His other hand pumped violently on his cock, wanking it like a vicious machine. She could hear him straining, grunting like an animal, and she thought he was getting close to coming, but suddenly he felt his sphincter move and open under her tongue and something slipped out of his ass and down against her tongue. Before she could stop it it was sliding into her open mouth, her face clamped in place by his buttocks. It filled her mouth and she knew what it was, by its texture and by its taste. At that moment he stuffed two fingers up her open cunt, violently hard, and came in his hands, his thick sperm arcing out of his cock and splattering down across her belly in thick viscous lumps. 

He emptied his balls, groaning with pleasure, even as his asshole spasmed, and something else slid out of his rear and into her mouth. She couldn’t spit it out, because his bottom was in the way, so she held it in her mouth, trying not to taste it and trying not to think about it. The spasms of his orgasm subsided, and a last few lumps of sperm dribbled out of his foreskin and splashed onto her breasts. Slowly he lifted himself up off her face, his bottom and back glistening with rivulets of sweat; and climbed out of the bath. Instantly Caroline rolled over and spat what was in her mouth into the bath, letting it join the other fluids that were already washing around in the bottom of it. At that moment as she lay there covered and dripping in every possible bodily fluid that those three men had chosen to spend on her, she knew that she had reached the limit of what she could do. 

Whatever else the other two were planning for her in the other room, before the night was over, it would be nothing compared to this. She had sold herself and they had taken her. And even now her cunt throbbed and pulsed between her legs, and she wanted to reach back and touch it with her fingers. 

What was happening to her? And where could it ever end?

End of part 3