Ghost Whisperer

[little_golden]

Rocko was none too pleased by the dumbfounded look on the face of the man who opened the door. He didn’t seem to have the required money in hand and ready. For years Rocko had made a certain reputation for himself as an effective and efficient collector of debts. In consequences to his nefarious dealings Rocko had done hard time on several occasions when pinched by the police. None of the big stuff had ever stuck as the witnesses seemed to disappear, die off, or had amnesia when the matter finally went to court.

“Okay buddy… $1000 now… Fun and games is over and its time to pay up” Rocko restated in a firm but serious tone.

“What?” Jim Gordon replied with genuine confusion on his face.

“You deaf buddy… $1000… That’s the standard fee for this type of thing… She’s a gorgeous woman you know… I’m sure you got your money’s worth... She sucks and fucks with the best of the pros!” Rocko prclaimed with pride in his voice.

Rocko announced with a determined voice as he stepped into the house:

“You got a beautiful house… It’d be a shame if something happened’ Rocko mused aloud as he now made a point of scanning the hall and living room.

There must be something worthwhile to take as collateral or to steal Rocko thought to himself.

“What is he talking about Derek?” Jim asked his firefighter buddy as he tried to make sense of the stout man’s threats.

“Ummm… I guess… Well ... I didn’t realize… Well… ummm…. I guess… She needs to be paid.. I didn'y know...” Larry blurted out.

“No shit Sherlock! A fine lady like that... She's going cost a pretty penny... You don't fuck something like that every day... You gotta pay up for a lady like that... You small town boys have got to get in touch with the real world... Now I need the money... You ain't trying to deadbeat the lady right?” Rocko declared as he now stepped into the living room.

"Oh no.... not us" Derek replied.

“Pretty lady” Rocko stated as he picked up a small 5”x 7” of Jim and Melinda on their wedding day.

‘Please don’t touch that” Jim interjected as he felt very protective of his wife and home.

“Let me guess... The pretty little woman is your wife … I bet you she don’t know the little games you and your pal here get off on …. Hey.. I won’t tell…. But it would be a real shame if someone innocent got hurt” Rocko added as he now stepped into the kitchen to look around.

Both of the me took the threat very seriously.

"Easy Jim... Let's just solve the matter... and get rid of him... No one needs to know" Derek whispered to Jim. Secretly he was delighted to have compromised Jim. He figured he was one step closer to banging Melinda himself.

It was the sparkling of something in the sunlight beside the sink that caught Rocko dark beady eyes as he moved towards the sink. He grinned in delight as he saw a ladies’ golden wedding band and matching diamond engagement ring.

“Very pretty rings” said Rocko as he snatched the two rings and made a point of assessing the diamond. Quickly he appraised it at about $10,000 and figured it would meet the payment needs. If Dee Dee wasn’t happy, he’d give her a grand himself and keep the ring for his own purposes.

“Wait a second…” Jim started to protest but it was too late as Rocko dropped the ring into his pocket.

“Don’t worry… We’re even now… If you want it back,… You just find me and give me two grand and it’s your again” Rocko beamed with a devilish grin.

"You boys have been real good so no one even needs to get hurt... When you have another go at pretty Dee Dee you just visit us and let us know... She's got some real sexy friends too... You could have a real nice party with those ladies... Something real special... But it ain't cheap... But the memories... They'd last a lifetime..." Rocko grinned as he stepped away from the kitchen and headed through the living room to the front doorway.

"But... but" Jim started to stammer.

"Don't worry Jim... We'll get it back" Derek spoke softly. Inside he was delighted. This would be his ticket into Melinda's panties.

Melinda will be real pissed when she can't find her ring and Jim has to make up a lie. But the icing on the cake... When she finds out Jim has been fucking around her... I'll be there to comfort her... I'll suggest a friendly chat... Offer her a shoulder to cry on... Give her a few drinks... Maybe a slow dance at the same bar... Boom... I make my move when she's vulnerable...She won't be able to resist... By the time she wakes up the next day.... I'm going to win that bet! Derek mentally plotted.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was angry with Mick as she sat back beside him in the last row of the bus. She had readjusted the little red spandex slut dress one more time before she draped the coat over her body. It was warm and gave her a sense of comfort as she fought back tears. Mick had been true to his word and she had been paid for the small platoon of men she had fucked or sucked in the bus bathroom the previous hour. The problem was that Mick had only paid her about $80. By her simple math it worked out to about $5 a fuck or suck. It was outrageous. It was unfair. She felt cheap, very dirty, and unworthy of the good people in her life. She had betrayed herself and her own dignity one more time. Somehow Mick was able to read her weaknesses and capitalize on her faults.

Closing her big soft eyes, Melinda played back the last hour or so in her brain. At first she had doubted Mick and his scheme completely. It had been ludicrous. Yet, she had handed off her little red clubbing dress on cue per Mick’s demand. This time he hadn’t threatened her but instead relied on her need to repay him and to have money for the taxi and expenses when she arrived in L.A. It had been a quick decision, she knew she needed cash and this was the only way unless she resorted to begging like a homeless person. She figured at a bus station, the cops would pick her up for begging and she’d be arrested for being a vagrant. If she got arrested the whole mess would be public. Benny would flip out and had her in court. She’d have to call Jim and then he’d know everything too. It would be disastrous. It couldn’t happen.

This whole thing just gets worse and worse…. Somehow I like the fucking…. The dirtier I feel… The better the sex… It doesn’t make sense to me… How can my body respond to these pigs…. How can Mick fuck me so hard and delightfully… How did that bus driver make me squirm like that… How did those men in the bathroom take such delight at my efforts… It was so easy to let go… To forget… That was it… I had to forget… I block Jim and my real life from my mind… That’s half of it… I’m addicted to the sex… and I block out my worries and the people I love Melinda pondered as she felt a rush of cum as the bus hit a bump on the highway.

There was a certain tingling of her nipples and Melinda felt a soreness that would be lasting for hours. One of the men, a young skinhead, with a near army buzz cut, tattoos from head to toe, and several broken teeth had actually bitten her left nipple. She had screamed softly at that second but the pain had been eclipsed by an intense orgasm that left her a quivering mass of a woman, as the ruffian laughed and laughed at her. He had laid it out to her as she sucked off his medium sized cock. As she double handed his shaft, and teased the head of his cock, he moaned into her ear:

“Baby… You’re every man’s dream… white… a little woman… around 5’3”… small in size like a little fairy… easy to move around… flexible… horny… great long blonde hair… great ass… endless pussy… and the biggest pair of tits possible on such a little body… I doubt you can even see your toes… Your mouth is like an oven on my cock… Big lips… deep mouth… You deep throat like the pro you are…”
The skinhead’s words were still burned in her brain. She had sucked out two more men after him, but it was his words that had made her wonder if maybe her purpose was to make men happy.

Maybe that’s a gift… When I block out so much… I don’t even see or hear the dead ones anymore… There is a relief to that… But… Candy is right… I can’t help myself anymore… I think if the men weren’t supplied to me… I’d have to find them anyways… But the men are always so willing tofuck… Maybe they can’t control the urge… I wonder… No…But… Maybe all men have those feelings deep within them… Even my Jim… Could that be? Melinda mentally questioned herself.

“That slut is sleeping… I can’t believe what when on back there…The bus driver should have thrown her off the bus… “an older woman told another traveler a few rows away. Melinda wasn’t asleep and could hear the voice even though the tome was hushed. There was simply a lull in the normal bus chatter that betrayed the private conversation of the two.

Melinda unconsciously crossed her legs even though they were hidden by Mick’s long coat. Somehow she just couldn’t cover herself enough. The scrutiny she was receiving all around the bus. People were talking. There was a smell of sex that lingered in the back four rows. To some it was intoxicating but to others it was a reminder of the recent unbelievable events that had occurred between “Mysteria Hardwood” and a string of men.
A hard turn forced Melinda to her right and she felt her weight press against Mick for several seconds. Then the bus straightened and her weight centred back. It was enough of a distraction that Melinda’s mind shifted to the first customer. He had been a strange quiet man with a crop of dark black hair and a scruffy looking beard and mustache. He hadn’t said a word but had handed her the little card. Melinda had tried to make small talk but he hadn’t bothered to respond at all. Melinda had let him touch her breasts. That had been all it took. He grabbed, squeezed, stroked, rubbed and treated her huge boobs to the gentlest of loving. The man had a soft delicate touch. It had driven Melinda crazy to endure his touch without reciprocating. But he had wanted to stare at her naked form. He didn’t want the sex, but just wanted to be there and touching her breasts. For ten minutes he had fondled her breasts in every way imaginable.

His words had a cold tone to them. To him she was more of a painting or a work of art. He didn’t seem to see past her boobs. He words lingered as he now thought back to the strange scene with him and his final words to her before she left:

“Mysteria Hardwood… You really do have great jugs… I can’t believe how big your nipples are… Double D’s… probably like a 32DD… Magnificent… I wish I could them and sculpt them… Really magnificent!”

Drifting into a light slumber, Melinda’s mind floated back to the memory of another encounter. Her body had been aching for sex after that artist guy with the black hair and scruffy beard and mustache. Initially she felt disappointment when a fat middle aged man barged into the bathroom demanding his turn. He was ignorant and bossy. She remember him sitting on the toilet seat as she worked his big cock in her mouth and raced her hands over his sack and big balls. Every time she looked up at him, he was snarling at her and whispering at her to hurry up and get to it. After about three minutes he pushed Melinda’s face backward.

“No so fast whore… I ain’t wasting my load in your mouth… Get on top… Give me that hot pussy… I can smell your need… I see it … You’re fucking nipples are like daggers… get on top now… You ride my cock bitch… I paid the agreed price to your pimp… He told me it was one price…” the middle aged man pressed on.

“Nice wedding ring” Melinda had absentmindedly mumbled as she saw his wedding ring. It was similar in colour and pattern to Jim’s ring. She had meant nothing by it. Yet, the ringing slap to her face had been a reminder that sluts should be seen and not heard. Her face stung from the slap, and she was unable to do anything as the man pulled her aboard his body and then pulled down on her hips as his big ready cock slip deep within her wet hot pussy.

It didn’t take her but a second before she started to rock up and down on his hard cock. She was moaning and panting as she did her work. It felt wonderful to ride the stranger’s cock in that cramped hot little bus bathroom. There was barely room to move about, and let her legs open as she looked at the bathroom door was challenging enough. Melinda forced herself up and down as the middle aged married man struggled to rein her in as he grabbed at her nipples. His new attention to her nipples was the last straw and even before the man exploded within her delicious cunt, Melinda had flooded his cock with her own love juices and had let out a whoop so loud it had been heard half way up the bus. Her John had cummed several seconds later with lots of grunting and some hard pinching to her nipples.

After filling her, he had pushed her away signaling he was done. When he grabbed the back of her neck Melinda knew what to do and she quickly turned to face him as she dropped before the toilet and looked up into the man’s satisfied face. His cock was quickly deflated and it dripped of cum. Melinda bobbed her face forward and sucked him clean in less than twenty seconds. This time he pushed her away and told her:

“The best twenty bucks I ever spent! You’re quite the bargain!”

Melinda tried to force the other men from her mind and her strange experience with each. All the men she had fucked and sucked so far were so very different. Rich or poor, from the bus crowd to the bums at the liquor store. She didn’t really understand any of them. Well maybe just Jim. But the others were all so different and wanted such different things.

A tasty pussy… Just a hot pussy… A sweet ass?... A great fuck…. A dirty cocksucker… A whore… Magnificent Jugs…A freak…Slut? .. Nipples… Porn star…. Celebrity… They see me just as a toy for their pleasure… A toy to use and abuse… A toy that wants to be fuck them as much as they want to fuck me Melinda reached another level of understanding.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim stood there in a daze! He was still staring at the kitchen sink where Melinda's rings once were! Rocko and DeeDee had long gone! Derek had even left, after apologizing and reassuring Jim everything would be all right. He was standing there, all alone in his house, thinking back to all the times he had scolded Melinda for taking off her rings, telling her she should keep them on, no matter what! She had forgotten to put them back on before, and they were always in the very same spot she left them!

Now the rings would not be there, and she'd surely ask Jim where they were? How could he tell her that a stripper's bodyguard took them as collateral to pay for his fling with a porn star? He just couldn't do that to his lovely wife! He'd have to think of something. The only problem was, that he was not thinking clearly after downing nearly a fifth of whiskey since Derek had left!

Jim's world was quickly growing dark as he stumbled from the kitchen, into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. As the darkness blanketed him he quickly passed out!

All of a sudden, Jim found himself standing in the room holding a drink, watching Derek become intimately involved with a beautiful woman, engaging her in a soul searching kiss, while his hands stripped her silken body of its clothing. However, this time, when Jim tried to speak, nothing came out of his mouth! Nor, did the beautiful woman invite him as part of the action. Yet Jim could not move, nor tear his eyes from the scene. All he could do was stand there and watch Derek’s hands pull her naked, lithe body tightly against his own, before gliding down to grab her hips tightly while grinding their crotches together in a steamy sensual dance, accompanied by their singing moans of ecstasy. Jim continued to watch as Derek’s hands moved to her naked ass and squeezed the firm, supple melons.

The next thing Jim realized, he was sitting in the chair, watching as she dropped to her knees to hurriedly fish out his cock with a sense of urgency. There she was, her long blonde hair providing a curtain to her face as her head bobbed along Derek’s shining pole. Her long manicured fingers, struggled to envelop Derek’s girth as her cheeks hollowed, drawing back, before plunging forward. Derek’s hands quickly became entangled in her hair as he roughly pulled her onto his meat stick, his hips thrusting forward as he became more forceful. Jim became increasingly aware, and aroused, by the sounds of appreciation coming from the naked woman.

Jim was hardly aware that he was now sitting naked in the chair, his cock pointing assuredly towards the ceiling. His eyes were glued to Derek’s cock, truly in awe of his endowment, and the way it was now sliding effortlessly into the wanton woman’s pussy, as he had her face down on the coffee table, right in front of Jim. The woman’s cries of euphoria filled the room and Jim’s ears, as Derek’s shimmering cock disappeared and reemerged from her slick pussy. He could hear her beg Derek by name for him to fuck her, and fuck her hard. Derek was happily obliging lunging his full, thick length into her repeatedly.

Jim's hand was wrapped tightly around his own cock, gliding it up and down over his own length in unison to the fucking going on before his very eyes. He could not deny the fact that the front row seat to the live sex show was highly erotic. Derek was a master at handling the woman, driving her through numerous screaming orgasms, unrelenting in his assault, encouraged from the woman, begging for more.

Derek had finally pulled the naked blonde from the table and positioned her directly in front of Jim. Her wildly tossled hair blanketed her face as she remained on her hands and knees, readying herself for another onslaught by Derek, who moved in behind her. Derek eased his cock in and out of her soaked pussy several times before he pulled out and ran the thick purple knob over her tightly clenched anus. A shriek of excitement escaped her lips before she dropped her head to Jim's feet, once again begging Derek to continue, and fuck her in the ass. She even assisted by reaching back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, giiving Derek a better target.

Jim's hand was flying over his own cock now, nearing the point of explosion as Derek plunged his cock into the woman's bowels. Once Derek settled his full length inside her ass, her hands braced for the onslaught. The two bodies smacked together noisily, each partner grunting with each forceful thrust. Soon thereafter, she reached between her legs, fingering her pussy, and occasionally tickling Derek's balls as they slapped forward.

It wasn't long after that, that Derek's face began twisting with the telltale signs of a pending release, which Jim was also mirroring. The woman impaled upon Derek's cock sensed the sudden swelling and encouraged him further, thrusting backward to ensure he filled her completely. Jim couldn't utter a sound, but his cock erupted at the same moment Derek screamed his release. The sounds of all three singing in joyous climax filled the room as Jim's focus settled on the warm wetness oozing over his fist, settling around his stomach and the base of his cock. Meanwhile, the couple before him relished in the afterglow of their euphoria, slowly recuperating.

Derek finally looked towards Jim, a sheepish smile creeping across his face. Jim looked on confused, and then looked to the woman, who slowly lifted her head, her free hand moving away the curtain of golden locks from her face. Jim's eyes flew wide with shock, his mouth dropping open, trying desperately to scream. But yet again, no sound came out of his open mouth.

There before him, naked, and with Derek's cock still embedded in her ass, was his own wife! Melinda was looking at Jim with a mixed sense of satisfaction and disdain. "Well! If you're going to fuck around, then I guess I can too!" She clearly had the look of a satisfied woman on her face as she slowly turned back away from Jim and refocused her attention on Derek's deflating cock.

She cooed and purred before enveloping his wilting cock into her hungry mouth, wasting little time before bringing it back to life as she cleaned it. "Besides, he's more of a cockman than you'll ever be," she murmured before humming around Derek's shaft!

Jim woke with a startled shock, his heart racing a mile a minute. His dream was so vivid, and so realistic, he found it hard to believe. And as his real world came into focus, Jim realized he was lying on the living room sofa, completely naked, his hand wrapped tightly around his hardened cock, and the remnants of a recent discharge quite evident around his hand and the base of his cock.

Jim found his discarded shirt and cleaned the mess he had made before sitting up and placing his pounding head within his hands. It took a while for everything to register, and as it did, Jim's head only hurt more and more. It wasn't necessarily the hangover that bothered Jim, but the combination of the dream and his current situation with Melinda's rings that really bothered him.

After nearly an hour of just sitting there, Jim finally managed to pull himself to his feet and drag his naked self into the kitchen for something to drink, and to pop some pills which would hopefully relieve the pounding in his head. He stared at the sink where Melinda's rings had lain the night before. He had no idea where he was going to come up with that kind of money. With his salary, it'd take a while for him to squander some aside without Melinda realizing there was money missing. He was going to have to think of something soon!

Jim eventually climbed the stairs and got into the steaming shower, hoping that would clear his foggy mind, and he'd be able to focus. However, in the confines of the raining water upon his flesh, all he could think about was how excited he seemed to be, watching Derek fuck Melinda! It boggled his mind, yet he analyzed his Freudian dream, and could only presume it was a result of his own infidelity, and the seriousness of the situation. Nonetheless, he was sporting another erection, that just didn't seem to go down.

Frustrated and annoyed, Jim finally stroked himself to another orgasm, this time envisioning Melinda in a threesome with himself and Derek.

 

[little_golden]

Herman's Last Fuck - Melinda Tries To Get Off the Bus

The bus finally arrived in L.A. and Melinda waited until the passengers had gotten off the bus before she decided it was time to leave herself. She had made too much of a scene already and the air had been tense on the bus. True to his word Mick had helped her to make some"easy" money. But she had been really pissed to find out that all Mick was giving her was a lousy $40. He had left it on her seat while she was in the bathroom getting cleaned up and ready for the last stop.

Where did Mick and the kid go? Only $40?... All that work Melinda fumed to herself.

With the bus empty of everyone except the bus driver who was turned around and staring at her, Melinda, retrieved her bag, and headed down the small aisle between the seats. The long overcoat provided her a little modesty though she still felt naked and very exposed. Seeing the overweight balding bus driver she shook her head in disbelief.

I let that slob fuck me... Oh God... What did I do? Melinda thought as she moved closer and closer to the front door.

"You know... Your a great fuck!" the bus driver grinned at Melinda as she was about five feet from him and slowly approaching.

Melinda held her breath and moved closer. She didn't want to chat with him. She just wanted to get as far as possible from the bus and the other passengers as possible. She remembered that she was supposed to take a taxi to the Red Lamp Motel or the Red something motel.

At least I have forty dollars... But that bastard Mick.... He had promised a whole lot more.... Then all his deductions... and what he called his commission fees... Bastard! Melinda thought as she was inches from the bus driver.

"You know what... Mysteria... You got great boobs.... I'd really love to fuck em sometimes.... What about you and me hooking up?" the bus driver asked with a serious smile on his face.

"I don't think so..." Melinda replied with an even tone though she was feeling a little uncomfortable given that Herman was between her and the only exit. She pulled the overcoat a little tighter around her body trying to hide what she could from his prying eyes.

"Come on Mysteria... Your pimp promised me that you'd pay me $100 to keep it all quiet... You must know you can't hook on a bus.... It's a crime... " Herman was grinning as Melinda started to try to slid by him towards the open bus door.

As she started to step past him, Herman stepped forward and effectively bumped Melinda into the first seat.

"What... What are you doing?" Melinda complained as she sensed Herman's hands running over her body as she fell into the chair.

"Come on... Don't tease me... I'm taking my money in trade!" laughed Herman as Melinda tried to push him off her. He was just too big and too heavy. She could feel his hands sliding under the big coat and under her little red dress.

"Please" Melinda whispered.

"Cunt... Don't be a cock tease.... I don't want to hurt you.... I could call security ... You were getting a little wild on the bus... I'm sure a few of the lady passengers are already complaining about what a slut you are.... " the bus driver whispered in a menacing tone.

"Who is going to believe a porno bitch who fucks hooks for small time change?" laughed Herman as his fingers now found Melinda's sweet pussy. even as she tried to push him away, he was fingering her one hand and pushing her down on the seat with the other.

"No... no" Melinda mumbled as her world went into slow motion. She could see Herman's grinning face as he pushed her flat onto the front bus seat and held her down with one hand. His second hand, was roughly forcing up the coat and the bottom of her little red dress.

"Just a quickie... Then we're even... How about up the ass?" laughed Herman as he stopped fingering Melinda instead unzipped his fly and worked out his erection.

"Look I'm ready...." Herman laughed and Melinda stared down to see that Herman was already rock hard.

"I've been imagining this for hours.... I could see the men lining up to fuck you... Hell... I wanted to join them... But now I can.... " Herman laughed as he manhandled Melinda and flipped her over into a dogie position....

Melinda tried to resist him, but it was hard. He was too strong and Herman had the advantage of size, position and leverage. With a strong hand wrapped in her hair he yanked at it causing her pain. While she grunted from the pain, he seized the chance and rammed his cock into her asshole. Melinda tried her best to resist him, but once he got the tip in, it was a lost battle. Between his determination and position, he had the upper hand. Though she squeezed hard upon him, he ploughed away.

"Uggghh!" Melinda gasped as he first slipped into her asshole.

"That's it bitch... I like it... Another big shove... Oh ya.... Nice... Squeezing down... You love this shit ... huh... bitch...." Herman moaned out as he steady a steady pumping action and slid his cock back and forth as he pulled back on Melinda's hair.

"Uggghhhhh....Ughhhhh....oooooo" Melinda moaned in soft rhythm.

"You blond sluts like to have fun... Well here you go... It ain't got the class of my wife .... But for a whore.... you take it like a real pro...." praised Herman as he started to pump faster and faster.....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

On the bus ... At the station ...

Mick was grinning from ear to ear as he was thumbing through the wad of bills in his hand. He had made a nice bit of change for himself at Mysteria's expense. It was during her last trick, while she was fucking the guy for all she was worth, her sloppy cunt squishing noisily down into his lap as they groaned through their climaxes, that Mick realized Mysteria could very well be his meal ticket, while in LA! There'd be no need to grift and swindle, poor innocent victims walking through the streets, when he could easily peddle Mysteria Hardwood's ass through the town.

Hell, he even thought, he could get her to recruit some help, and he could make himself a real entrepreneur! He pocketed the thick roll of money and looked up to see an evil sneer staring back at him, from none other, than Herman, the bus driver. Mick knew that he'd be in trouble, as well as Mysteria, for pulling tricks while on the bus. He confidently patted his pocket knowing how he'd take care of it.

When Mysteria finally finished with her last john, Mick was kind enough to slip her her red dress back through the door. When she emerged it was blatantly obvious that she had been well-ridden, and put away quite wet! No matter how much she tried, she couldn't beat the disheveled look on her face. When she collapsed next to him, it was also obvious that she didn't care about all the nasty looks she was receiving from the upset women!

Luckily for Mysteria, there was less than a half hout left in the trip, and when the bus finally pulled into the station, the majority of riders were eager to get as far away from her as possible! Mick wasn't totally surprised when Mysteria slipped into the bathroom once more, to freshen up, as everyone else got off.

When Mick reached the front of the bus, he was blocked by Herman who threatened to turn him into the police, for running prostitution at the back of his bus. Mick calmly patted the pot-bellied man on the shoulder and shook his hand, discretely passing Herman a hundred dollar bill.

"This should cover the rent," Mick whispered. "I won't tell the police about your little show at breakfast ... And I won't tell them about the little episode that'll happen in about four minutes!" Mick winked and stepped off the bus, leaving the bus empty for Herman and Mysteria, once again.

Mick went off in search of Chad, promising himself to hurry back to meet Mysteria when she managed to finally get off the bus!

Meanwhile, on the bus, Herman was already shoving his cock deep into Mysteria's ass, roughly giving it to her as she squeezed down onto his rock solid log. The tighter, the better, he rudely commented as he yanked on her golden hair. As she screamed it only served to heighten Herman's excitement, his wide hips slamming forcefully into her ass, pinning her against the seat as his cock filled her bowels.

He fucked her hard like a dog in heat, treating her like the bitch she was! As he got into rhythm, Herman could tell that Mysteria was relaxing her tight grip on his cock easing as he slid in and out. Her cries of pain soon turned to whimpers of delight, then to wanton pleas as Herman plunged as deep as possible, his heavy balls slapping against her sweet pussy.

He ordered Mysteria to reach between her legs and play with his balls as he fucked her mercilessly. She was fingering her pussy in between, feeling his fat cock in her ass through the thin wall, her pussy juices flooding her hand. It was when she wrapped her slick fingers around his hanging sack and pressed his balls to her soaked pussy, practically swallowing them inside, that Herman grunted and filled her ass with his pent up load of thick hot semen.

Herman made sure that every drop of his cum filled her ass, pressing her cheeks tight together as he finally withdrew his log from her abused hole. Herman looked down to her skewed clothing, and her heaving form as she struggled to recover. His cock was shimmering with the slime of his fuck. With his hand still in her hair, he pulled her up and around, shoving her face onto his wilting cock! Still whimpering and heaving for air, Mysteria managed to envelop the slippery snake within her mouth to clean it. Herman force fed her his cock, making sure she cleaned every last inch, warning her to not let a single drop of cum splatter onto his bus floor, otherwise, she'd lick the floor clean! He heard her grunt as she clenched her ass cheeks tightly together to stop the oozing cum from dripping onto the floor!

When Herman was satisfied and thoroughly cleaned, he tucked his swollen prick back into his trousers. "I'm heading to the bathroom! You're hooking ass better be off my bus by the time I come out! And if you ever ride my bus again, you better be prepared to pay up again!"

While Herman had been fucking Mysteria, Mick had managed to track down Chad. He managed to find out which college Chad was attending, and got his phone number. He made a business deal with Chad, promising him some more quality time with Mysteria, as well as a small commission, in exchange for his help in 'arranging appointments' for Mysteria Hardwood with other college students ... of course for a fee! Chad, while originally shocked by the idea, saw the merits of the agreement. The two shook hands and agreed to reunite in a couple days!

Mick, now confident and assured of his plan, scanned the station, looking at the people who stood idly by. His intuition and perception had isolated one young man, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. Mick approached the man carefully. Turning away from the crowd of passersby, Mick nonchalantly asked the guy if he knew where one might be able to score some 'stuff'?

Sure enough, the guy knew exactly what Mick was referring to, and asked what he was looking for. Mick managed to negotiate a deal for a small amount of weed, and some ecstasy. The excange was made, Mick paying with the proceeds of Mysteria's efforts. Mick then hurriedly rushed back to the bus, where Mysteria was just climbing off.

With only forty dollars in her pocket, Mick knew she would be in a desperate situation, and by the looks of it, recently fucked, wouldn't be thinking too clearly! He walked up to her and wrapped his arm about her, enveloping her as if they were a long time couple. "Come on ... I'll help you get where you're going"

Mick led her through the station quickly working their way past the crowds, and into a waiting taxi. Mick sidled next to her and listened to her ramble something about the Red something Motel ... or was it hotel? Mick, having been to LA before, was a little familiar with the area. There was the Red Star Hotel, The Red Lantern Motel, The Red Robin Inn, The Red Lamplight Motel, as well as a few other familar places. The seediest place, and appropriately named for the locale it was located in, was the Red Lamplight Motel. The rooms were notoriously rented by the hour, but could be rented for extended stays. Mick ordered the driver to take them to that hotel.

"Relax, sweetie. A poor little country girl like you can get swallowed up in a city like this. You need a man like me to take good care of you! You and me ... we're a team" He whispered into her ear as they drove away from the station. He playfully captured her earlobe in his mouth and suckled, one hand wrapped around her shoulder, the other one caressing her thighs, inching her dress higher and higher.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

At the Gordon Household ...

Jim finally stepped from the cold shower, all the hot water running out as he had stroked himself to an orgasm. He dried off and looked at the strange man looking back at him in the mirror. Jim knew his world was a mess, and that his situation was growing increasingly complicated. First, there was that fateful night with Gina Rockridge, the porn star from the firehouse party, then last night, his threesome with DeeDee Cummings and Derek! Now, added to the guilt of his indiscretions and his infidelity, Jim was burdened with the fact that Melinda's rings were gone, because of his own stupidity.

Jim fumbled about the house in a pair of loose fitting sweats, trying to think of a way to get the rings back before Melinda came home. Then he realized, he didn't even know when that would be! All he knew, was that she was headed to LA for some haunting, and that she'd be away for a while! How long was 'a while?' He had some time, but he didn't know how much! If he were to save some money while still paying bills, he'd need about four months to come up with two grand! If Derek owned up to his half, Jim hoped he'd only have to come up with half the money, but that would still take two months, and surely Melinda wouldn't be gone that long!

Jim's world was growing darker and darker as the time passed without any resolution to the problem that he had created. There was only one possible solution to the problem, that Jim could come up with. He'd have to get in touch with DeeDee Cummings and try to arrange some kind of alternate payment plans. Surely, she was kind enough to understand his predicament, and would try to accommodate him. He'd plead to her reasoning, and make payments, or do whatever he had to do to get that ring back.

The problem with his plan, was that he had no clue on how to reach the porn starlet. The only way he could imagine, would be to go back top the strip club and wait for her performance again. Maybe, he'd be able to talk to her for a bit?

Jim shook his head, the darkness closing in tighter and tighter on him, almost choking him as he realized how desperate he was. He then focused his attention once again on Melinda, blaming his entire problematic life on her! It was all her fault! If she had been home, if she had been there for him, if she had made him more important than those damn ghosts she chased after, none of this would have happened! After all, he was just a man ... a man who had needs ... needs that weren't being met by his wife ... needs that only a woman could satisfy!

The anger slowly built over a period of time as Jim paced through the house, his ire so focused on Melinda that the dark thunderous clouds enveloping him went unnoticed.

Malcolm, who had been floating about the house, witnessing every little detail of Jim's behavior, grew stronger and stronger. As Jim's anger and frustration became more intense, so did Malcolm's strength. It had been some time since Malcolm used his energy, and given the situation vowed to take advantage of his strength if the opportunity arose. Jim was storming around the house, pounding his fists on tables and countertops, feeding Malcolm unknowingly.

There was a gentle knocking at the front door that interrupted Jim's whirlwind mind. He stomped towards the door and swung it open, not wanting the intrusion. His face immediately softened when he saw the weathered face of the elderly Mrs. Somerset, standing in his doorway.

Jim politely opened the door and let her inside, figuring she probably need his help at the house, or to borrow some sugar or something of that nature. "Hi there Mrs. Somerset! What brings you over here today?"

She lied, explaining that she had run out of tea bags, and wondered if they had any she could use until she was able to go to the grocery store with her next monthly government check. Jim assured her they indeed had some, and asked her to follow him into the kitchen as he retrieved them. She obligingly trailed behind him, following him into the kitchen.

Jim went straight to the canister that held the teabags, located right next to the sink, right next to where Melinda's rings should have been! Again, he was reminded of his problems, and the rage began to build, even though he tried to stifle his anger, for it was none of his elderly neighbor's concern. However, when she began prying, Jim could feel himself losing control.

"You know Jim, it may be none of my business, but I've been seeing some things ... I was just wondering if everything was all right ..."

Jim spun on his heels, his fists clenched tightly around several tea bags. He was prepared to snap back with a smart reply, telling the nosy neighbor that indeed, it was none of her business, and that she'd be smart to stop putting her nose where it didn't belong! However ... Before Jim had a chance to open his mouth, Malcolm had raced into his body, replacing him in entirety!

Malcolm calmly placed the crushed tea bags on the table in front of Mrs. Somerset. "As a matter of fact, things are never *all* right! Tell me, do you ever miss Mr. Somerset?"

"Why of course," she replied, a bit confused.

Malcolm reached out, with Jim's hand and brushed the side of her cheek in a gentle caress and ran his thumb over her cracked lips. "No! I mean, do you miss his touch? Do you miss being intimate?" His eyes locked with hers, seeking an honest answer, a look of hunger, lust, and need simmering within his eyes.

The elderly neighbor shuddered with the contact, caught totally off guard by her neighbor's implied questioning and the romantic contact. The electrical sensations rippled through her body as her eyes fluttered with the once familiar feelings. "Mmmm Hmmm," she hummed as she closed her eyes and relished the feeling.

Malcolm seized the opportunity and leaned in close, canting his head to the side before pressing his lips against hers. He hummed as she melted within his hands, pushing his tongue into her mouth, engaging her in a wet, drooling kiss as their tongues danced.

She was lost in her own world, reliving those intimate times with her departed husband, surprised to find that her neighbor was just like him!

In actuality, Malcolm was able to read her mind and manipulate Jim in a manner that would mimic her husband's actions, keeping Mrs. Somerset lost in a world, long gone by. Her eyes remained closed, the image of Jim being replaced by that of her hubby, as his hands cradled her head moving her so that his tongue could drive deeper into her throat.

Soon, both of their hands began exploring each other's body as Malcolm pulled her to her feet. Despite her advanced age, his hands found her to still be quite curvy beneath her matronly dress. Her hands wandered over his muscled chest to the small of his back, pulling him closer and tighter, feeling the swell of his cock at her stomach before her hands settled upon his firm ass, trying to squeeze the firm buttocks. She being significantly shorter than Jim, craned her neck back so that their kiss could go on uninterrupted.

Somehow, the two made their way up the steps and into Jim's bedroom. She lay upon his bed, allowing him to kiss his way down to her legs and then back up, slowly raising her dress as he did so. Her poor heart began racing as he neared her sex, coming to her bloomers, which he finally removed with a flourish. His mouth eagerly attacked her pussy, his saliva drooling from his mouth and tongue as he made her wetter and wetter! She was writhing her hips, pulling his head into her as hedrove his tongue into the tight channel.

It had been nearly ten years since she had sex with her husband, living a life of celibacy since his death. She felt as if she were a virgin all over again as her new young lover tended to her body! Her wiry fingers gripped tightly around his head as his hands found her tits and began toying with her nipples, his tongue circling her clit! She directed the eager tonguing to meet her needs, finding relief and satisfaction at the building orgasm.

When it finally arrived, she bucked and flooded the young man's face with an orgasm ten years in the making!

Now it was her turn to return the favour, and she rolled with Jim, placing him on the bed beneath her as she glided her way down to his hard cock. Unlike the other women Jim had been with, she took her time playing with his cock, laving her tongue over it as her hands stroked up and down along his length. She played with his heavy sac, draping her tongue over the swollen balls, weighing each one on her tongue before suckling it into her wet mouth. She toyed with the plaything in her hand, keeping it hard for what seemed like an eternity.

Her little, frail hands slid up and down over the slick, saliva-coated shaft, her eyes focused on the winking tip as it opened and closed, a pearly drop of liquid forming at the opening. Her tongue lapped up the droplet, recalling how much she loved, and missed, the salty taste.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity however, she crawled back up Jim's naked body, her hand still gripping his hard cock. She straddled Jim and aimed the fat tip to her pussy. She began easing herself down over the pole, gasping as the stretching sensation filled her body.

"Easy ... It's really tight! ... mmmmmm ... That's it, nice and slow" Mrs. Somerset took control and commanded the pace as she eased herself over his prick.

It had taken several agonizing minutes, but finally, she had his entire length within her tight snatch. The couple rolled together once again, so that Jim was once again on top! Malcolm eased Jim's cock out and in, slowly developing a rhythm the two were comfortable with. Malcolm noted, that even despite her age, Mrs. Somerset still had a decent figure hidden beneath the frumpy clothes she contantly wore. Of course her breasts had sag, but they still had shape. All that mattered, however, was that his cock was inside a wet pussy, and as far as he was concerned, when it came to a warm wet pussy, it never mattered how old the flesh was on the outside!

He fucked the matronly woman with a passion that built as the time progressed. Soon the two were fucking like passioned lovers, albeit in a standard missionary position. The tightness squeezing around his cock was irresistible and he soon flooded her pussy with his release, ridding his body of all the pent up energy.

Relieved and drained, Malcolm retreated from Jim's body, leaving the two in a naked embrace, panting, recovering from their little interlude!

Now, free of Malcolm's possession, Jim came to the full realization of who he was in bed with! He jumped up from the bed, looking for something to cover himself with, apologizing profusely as he tried to figure out what just happened!

"I'm sorry! I ... I uh .... I just ... I never ... I mean ..." His face was flushed with the embarrassment of his actions.

She looked at him with the full realization of his problems. His wife wasn't putting out for his benefits! She knew she was fucking half the town, leaving him unsatisfied. Having enjoyed his attentiveness, she now realized she no longer needed to remain the spinster she had become. She rose from the bed, totally unashamed of her nudity, and confidently strode to Jim, placing her hand upon his cheek, much in the same manner as Malcolm had done to her.

"It's okay! It really is! You were wonderful! You come see me any time! I'll make all your problems go away!"

She placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. She turned away and donned her dress, vowing to toss out all her old clothing. She was a woman renewed with vitality, and thanks to Jim, found life again! She left him standing there slack jawed, stunned and speechless over what just transpired.

Malcolm laughed hysterically as he watched Jim wrestle with the confusion clouding his brain!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda promised herself that she wouldn't be riding a bus for a while or fucking any more bus drivers. Herman had been a little rough and demanding with her as he forced himself onto her. She had put out for him knowing that she didn't really have a choice. If he called security they would certainly take his word over hers. She played along and even enjoyed parts of the intense physical pleasure. But there had been no love in it. He had fucked her like she was a brainless animal.

He's bad news... I just know it....Trouble follows me too close when Mick's around... I hope I never see him again.... But at least I'll have some money... I hated having sex for money... Well... It wasn't so bad.. really... with a few... maybe Melinda thought to herself secretly.

The truth was that some of the men had been pigs but others not so bad. She fully knew that the men had found her beautiful, sexy and very fulfilling. In a sense it made her feel good to give them such intense pleasure. In another sense she realized that she was indeed a whore. The more she fucked strange men, the more she liked it and the less it bothered her ego and honour.

At Herman's order she had played with herself, and let him him pound her ass with a big load of his hot sticky cum. She had moaned and grunted on cue and matched him stroke for stroke. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of out lasting her.

Melinda didn't like the fact was Herman was rough with her. He had swung her roughly around by her hair and forced her to clean up his dirty cock. It smelt and tasted like shit. She wanted to puke but didn't date. She licked it clean and sucked him until he was good and satisfied. Secretly she was glad when his cock didn't spring back to sudden life under her cleaning.

She didn't argue but simply complied as she struggled to prevent herself from leaking his cum from her ass. Melinda was certain that he would indeed force her to tongue the floor clean.

I could run for it... But he'd stop me... If I didn't make it... I think he'd slap me around Melinda realized as she felt Herman moving back from her. He had a smug look on his face as he told her:

"I'm heading to the bathroom! You're hooking ass better be off my bus by the time I come out! And if you ever ride my bus again, you better be prepared to pay up again!"

"Yes Sir" Melinda had managed a meek reply. She didn't waste a second as she readjusted her clothes, then grabbed her back, and dashed for the front door to freedom.

Melinda was surprised when Mick appeared from a crowd as she raced away from the bus.

"I need a taxi" Melinda had mumbled. Her head was still spinning.

Mick seemed so kind and reassuring as he walked up to her and wrapped his arm about her like a real boyfriend as he offered:

"Come on ... I'll help you get where you're going"

"I just need a taxi... I'll be okay" Melinda managed a weak reply. She could feel herself dripping Herman's cum and hoped it wasn't visible to the traffic of people now rushing through the terminal and heading for the taxis and street buses.

"I need a taxi... Red Light... Red Lantern... Red Lamp something" Melinda explained as she still fought to recover her breath and to cool down. But it seemed so hot outside the air conditioned bus. L.A. seemed so hot and muggy to her.

Mick was direct and firm as he signalled for a cabbie and then guided Melinda into the cab. He threw her bag into the trunk. Melinda was sure that was the end of Mick but to her surprise he slipped into the cab with her and the taxi raced off.

"You don't need to come... I'm okay... I just need to get to my room... It's all pre-arranged with the studio...." Melinda explained as she hoped to convince Mick to get out of the cab.

Mick didn't take the hint and simple spoke in a reassuring and friendly voice:

"Relax, sweetie. A poor little country girl like you can get swallowed up in a city like this. You need a man like me to take good care of you! You and me ..."

Oh God... How do I get rid of him Melinda pondered as she felt Mick trying to playfully capture her earlobe in his mouth and suckled on it.

"Hey" Melinda whispered as she tried to remind Mick that the cabbie was watching in the mirror.

Mick didn't seem to care as one hand wrapped around her shoulder, the other one began caressing her thighs, and slowly inching her slut dress higher and higher.

"Mick... please.... not here" Melinda pleaded in a hushed voice.

A few moments later the cabbie spoke up:

"The Red Lamplighter Motel... We're just a few blocks away.... " the cabbie smiled back at Melinda and Mick.

Mick hadn't listened and she knew her bald pussy was very exposed to both Mick and the driver....

"Mick... not here.... please" Melinda further pleaded.

Thirty seconds later the driver squealed to a stop at a shabby looking run down 30 room motel. It boasted A/C, colour TVs, cable and rooms by the hour. To Melinda's astonishment the motel looked packed with a variety of old cars, fancy motorcycles and a few sports cars.

"That's $14" the driver asked and Melinda reluctantly handed him a twenty.....

 

[little_golden]

Mrs. Sommerset

Mrs. Sommerset left the Gordons house a little surprised at the events that had unfolded. It certailnly had been a boast to her own ego to have slept with Jim Gordon. he was so young, nice and hot. It wasn't his fault that his wife Melinda was a slut. After All the poor boy didn't have a clue to what she had been up to when he was at work.

She had wanted to tell him. It would have a real lesson to that she-bitch to let Jim know what had been going on. But Jim had gotten so aggressive with her and so fast that it had completely forgotten.

Who would have thought... Jim had been so direct and forceful... She had been willing...But Jim... Well he had been the leader.... The more dominant... Mrs. Sommerset thought as she daintily strolled back to her house. She knew that no one in the neighbourhood would ever have suspected a thing. That was the best part of all, she knew that she was completely above suspicion.

As she entered her house she thought to herself:

I can't believe it... Melinda Gordon can't satisfy her husband... That poor man was so hard up.... I always thought she was weird one... Sometimes I could see her out front talking to herself ... A slut that can't satisfy her own husband... That's a laugh.... Hmmm maybe.... I should help to get Melinda out of his life... She's no good for him.... I'd be doing him a favour ... I could make a few threats to her.... It would be fun to mess with her

 

[little_golden]

The Red Lamplighter Motel had obviously seen much better days. It was at least 50 years and in a serious state of disrepair and decay. Only the real cheap, the sleazy, the druggies or those wanted by the law rented rooms by the hour or by the week. But the place was booming with steady traffic coming and going off the highway. The local neighbourhood seemed just as rough.

The cabbie greedily took the twenty dollar bill and made it disappear without any attempt to provide Melinda her change. It was a little annoying to her but she didn't complain or make a scene. Although she could have used it she was just so anxious to get away from Mick and her bus trip. She now had other things to worry up like getting ready for a busy day of filming the next day. She needed to relax, get cleaned up, and then get her mind in the right place. The thought of making more nude movies made the butterflies churn inside her tummy.

Mick was hurrying the man along. As she moved towards the little office the cabbie was hauling out her bag and chatting up Mick. She figured that Mick was probably trying to get a deal on his own ride.

"Yes ... I can come back.. midnight... okay... Sure I have customers... For 20%... okay... " the taxi cab driver reached some type of deal with Mick.

Ignoring Mick and the cabbie, Melinda grabbed her bag and hurried inside. She wanted to get her room, lock herself in, and then into a nice long shower. The man behind the desk was unusually small as he sat on a stool. He wore thick glasses and had scraggly black hair and an odd looking mustache. He looked a little creepy as he was all dressed in black and had a strange look in his eyes as if he was on drugs or something. She guessed he was in his late twenties.

I need a bed, hot water and air conditioning.... and peace and quiet.... Melinda thought secretly.

"I believe I have a room booked for me... I'm Melinda... I'm mean Mysteria Hardwood" Melinda quickly corrected herself before she further blundered the situation.

The clerk (Albert) just grinned a little as if people used different names here all the time.

"Who? Who are you with?" the clerk (Albert) replied as he glared to look at Mick who was still chatting to the cabbie.

"Maybe he's a regular" suggested the clerk but Melinda didn't quite catch his meaning. He was implying she was a hooker and the man outside could be a regular at the moment.

"I doubt it... But maybe... I'm with Benny Bombster Productions... I'm contracted to be in some movies... There shooting at one of the nearby studios... It was all supposed to be arranged... I think they book a bock of rooms or something" Melinda explained as she started to worry. She was flustered as without realizing it she shifted the weight on her legs and caused her big breasts to jiggle.

If the reservations are messed up... I don't have the cash to pay up front... Melinda worried. Her hands moved nervously drawing attention to her uneasiness. It drew more attention to her smoking hot body.

The clerk smiled at her little game. As he thought: Smooth move lady... Great tits.. and a cock tease too Albert thought to himself as he enjoyed the view..

"Oh sure... You one of the ladies doing the porno shoots... I can tell" Albert grinned as he let the words come out really slowly. Normally he didn't share this type of info with the customers unless they slipped him a little cash.

"Here it is..." Albert said as he scrolled down a list with his finger.

"Lucky room #13" laughed Albert as he handed her a very old looking key.

"Your at the back of the building... Don't worry lots of privacy... You girls like to sleep late... I hear you work hard and party harder" Albert smiled at what he thought was his own wit.

"I guess" Melinda replied as she tried to portray herself as a bimbo.

"You know if you need anything... Or have a problem with the room... You let me know... I'm always available to the ladies" Albert explained as she hit on Melinda. It was kind of creepy to Melinda as he knew he probably had a spare to her room. But she just smiled pretending he just might have a chance. He didn't but Melinda was always nice to everyone.

"Well okay... I'll just head over there.. Thanks" Melinda smiled as she fingered the key and picked up her bag.

"Excuse ma'am... I'll need a credit card imprint" Albert told her.

"Ummmm what?" Melinda mumbled as she realized she didn't have her purse and even if she did her credit cards were in her real name.

"I ... I lost my purse on the bus" Melinda started to explain but the clerk gave her the look to say he had heard that story a hundred times before.

"Look... I need the card ... or $200 cash... I could lose my job" Albert explained as if it was true.

"Ummm" Melinda mumbled nervously as she shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously and again shifted her big boobs to the trance like gaze of the clerk.

"Look... I'm here for a few days... You have the schedule I bet....Benny didn't say anything about a credit card..." Melinda complained in a soft voice trying to gain some empathy from the clerk.

The bell on the door jingled. Mick walked in and spoke up:

"Is everything okay?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mick

Mick, always the conniving businessman, had kept himself busy with the cabbie, making arrangements for future appointments with his moneymaking sex toy! Surely, Leon, the cabbie, would come into contact with all sorts of riders who may be on the prowl for some hot action. Mick knew he had a hot commodity, a piece of ass that could surely fetch a nice price. That was his thinking when he toyed with Mysteria in the back of the cab! He gave Leon some fairly tempting previews of what he could offer, and Leon was quickly hooked. Mick made a similar deal with Leon, that he had made with Chad. He offered Leon some quality time with the hot lady, and in exchange, Leon would provide a steady stream of high paying customers. Mick further sweetened the deal with a small stipend as a kickback for his involvement!

He further assured himself a steady stream of illegal substances,through a connection of Leon's. Mick considered himself off to a great start, shaking hands with the cabbie in agreement to their oral contrct. Mick headed into the small office, with renewed confidence, only to find Mysteria in a panicked mode.

"Is everything okay?"

Mick was quickly brought up to speed by both Mysteria, and the clerk, that the room required either a credit card imprint, or two hundred in cash, to secure a deposit. Mysteria reiterated that she had neither, and thought that Bombster productions had covered her initial expenses. Mick chuckled to himself, knowing that Bombster productions would have probably set her up in The Red Light Inn, not here! But he wasn't about to confess that!

Everything seemed to just fall into place for Mick, each step along the way was simply putting Mysteria deeper and deeper into his debt! Mick filled his chest with air and became the knight in shining armor, coming to her rescue, yet again!

"That's okay! I got it covered!" Mick strode past Mysteria, reaching into his pocket, and produced a rather large wad of bills. He peeled two bills from the outside and slapped them down on the counter. "Here you go Albert! I'm sure the rooms are in satisfactory condition! Put us down for a week's stay. I'll let you know if we're staying longer!"

He turned to see that Mysteria was still holding the key to room thirteen, the image of a long legged lady, seductively posed, emblazoned on the plastic tag. Mick leaned down and picked up the bag she had been toting, hoisting it over his shoulder. "Let's get settled in!"

Mick was not oblivious to the look of shock and dismay on Mysteria's face as she ended up silently following him like a lost puppy dog, in search of a warm home. They walked past all the rooms along the front, the unmistakable sounds emanating from within those rooms as clear as the day outside. Every room either had a woman or man moaning in the throes of heated passion. Mick and Mysteria passed without comment, down a narrow corridor between some rooms, towards the back. The sounds seem amplified in the hollow tunnel, the paper thin walls providing absolutely no privacy. Reaching the back, they turned left, and found the room. A cheap chrome plated "1" was nailed to the door, and the painted outline of where a "3" once hung, identified their room.

Mysteria nervously inserted the key when ordered to do so by Mick, and entered first. Mick practically pushed her into the room, listening to it click shut behind him. The room was nothing to write home about! It contained an old bed with cast iron rails for a headboard and footboard. There was an old dilapidated bureau across from the foot of the bed, upon which there was a very small television. On either side of the queen sized bed, were lamps attached to the wall. At the far end of the tiny room was what appeared to be a very small bathroom, that hadn't been kept very clean. The grout in the faded, sickeningly orange colored room, showed that it probably hadn't been scrubbed since the place was opened. There was a small mirror above the sink, and a grime covered plastic curtain hiding the tub.

"Welcome to your home in LA!" There was no hiding the joy nor the cynicism in Mick's voice as he tossed her bag of belongings onto the bed. He tossed his next to hers, pushing his way past her once again, moving towards the bathroom. He stepped into the tiny room, never bothering to even close the door. He lifted the toilet and stood there as he relieved himself, talking to Mysteria the whole time.

"You know ...? You really are lucky we crossed paths! Every time you're in a pinch, I'm the one there to bail you out! How many times is that now? Let's see ... both bus stops, keeping the bus driver silent, money for the cab ride, now money for the hotel room! Yeah! It's a good thing we hooked up! The way I figure it, you owe me quite a bit! Don't worry though! I'm sure we can work things out!"

Mick flushed the toilet and started the shower, stripping down in the small room as the water heated up. He stepped into the otherwise dirty tub and rinsed the grime and sweat of the long trip from his body, wondering if Mysteria would join him, like she did at the bus stop. She never did, so when Mick stepped from the shower, which had run out of hot water, he merely wrapped a towel around his damp body, and rejoined Mysteria who looked lost in her current surroundings.

Mick looked at her with feigned concern. "Man! You okay? You look like you need a little something." Mick traipsed over to his duffelbag and reached into the side compartment. He produced two little pills and offered them to Mysteria! "Here! Try these! They'll help you relax, and feel much better!"

Mick forced the tables into her hand before turning away to fill a small paper cup with water from the tap. He handed her the cup to wash down the tiny tablets.

"A little shower will probably help also," Mick tried to convince her, hoping that would give the pills time to kick in! By the time she'd come out, she'd be giddy and floating high on the ecstasy tablets he'd just given her.

 

[little_golden]

Candy is Back!

Melinda Gordon felt anxiety as she watched Mitch quickly take ownership of the little motel room. He had the nerve to use the bathroom and to leave the door wide open. Between the tinkling sound and seeing the back of his body, it was not a pleasant situation for Melinda. Her head was aching and she was desperate for an Advil or Tylenol or anything. The bus ride had been a disaster and she was more exhausted now than when she had left home. To make matters worse, she had Mitch lingering about like a stalking boyfriend, and she couldn’t take the hot shower she wanted since he was standing in the bathroom.

Sitting on the worn out hotel bed, Melinda tried to resist the urge to just lie down and go to sleep.

Maybe... just maybe it's all a bad dream... I'll go to sleep and wake up in my normal life Melinda thought to herself.

It was still early afternoon and she knew she had clothes to iron and make-up to plan. Without the assistance of Dee Dee she needed to figure how she would wear the choice outfits that they had purchased on their shopping spree. Most if not all of it she would never have bought on her own. Melinda tuned out as Mitch was talking.

I really ought to leave a message for Jim … But I’m just so tired… Maybe just a quick nap…. Maybe Mitch will leave me alone… Just a short sleep Melinda reasoned as she lay back onto the old heavy framed bed. In less than 10 seconds she was sound asleep.
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Candy was delighted as she surveyed the situation. The motel room was dirty and dingy just as she remembered a stream of them from her days in the business. She had checked out Mitch and recognized him for the dirt ball that he really was. The only thing different though was that Candy thought he was cute and accepted him for who he was. He was a user. He took what he wanted. In many ways, Candy was the same way. It was all a game.

“Too easy” laughed Candy in her ghostly voice into Melinda’s ear as she transcended into Melinda’s body. Asleep as she was Melinda has no idea that Candy was taking over and gliding Melinda’s body upwards and awake. Melinda’s mind was in a deep sleep while Candy was now sitting up in bed and smiling at Mitch as he exited the bathroom.

"Great idea!" beamed a smiling Melinda (Candy) as she accepted the little pills from Mitch and washed them down with a little water.

"A long shower would be so wonderful... You're just so smart and helpful" Melinda (Candy) replied in a soft appreciative voice to Mitch.

"You know... After I shower and get dressed... Maybe we have some time for other things.... We should check things out ... " smiled Melinda (Candy) as she suggested a little chance to get out of the motel room and have some fun.

Thirty minutes later Melinda (Candy) was showered, and all dolled up looking like a sexy little slut in a tiny black halter top that barely contained her hefty boobs, a short short little pair of little booty shorts, a pair of white high heels, and some flashy sunglasses. Her blonde hair was down and wavy looking. She had on bright red lipstick and heavy make-up.

"You ready to show me a good time honey... I want to see and feel your hospitality" teased Melinda (Candy).

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mick

Mick hadn't really planned for anything with his newfound friend. Things had been progressing rather quickly, and it just seemed to him that things were magically falling into place. After giving Mysteria the pills, she seemed to follow his advice and take a shower to get cleaned up. The amazing thing to Mick, however, was that while he was getting dressed into clean clothes, not once did he hear any complaint or objection from Mysteria while she was in the shower. The water had to be practically freezing after he had drained all the hot water! However, despite all that, she seemed to have a chirpiness in the singsong of her voice as she bathed clean.

Mick wondered how good those pills were, only assuming that was the reason Mysteria would be in such spirits. He didn't expect them to work that quickly! Little did he know the true reason behind Mysteria's sudden burst of energy!

When she appeared from the bathroom, all Mick could do was stare and ogle at her massive tits as they hung from her chest, her nipples like long fingers, pointing directly at him, her entire body damp and naked, on display for his pleasurable amusement. Mysteria had no shame, nor inhibitions as she pulled the towel from her head and let the damp ringlets fall to her shoulder. She tossed the towel to the floor and jiggled her tits at Mick before turning to show him her ripe ass before bending over to rifle through her duffel bag. Mick could easily have reached out and run his fingers along the slick pussy lips peering back at him, from between her legs.

Mysteria seemed like a renewed person, revived and full of energy, her eyes bright and sparkling as she made eye contact with Mick, prying herself into the tight booty shorts, then squeezing her massive melons into the scant piece of black tubing around her midsection. She put on the white heels, painted her face with an abundant array of dark colors, and topped everything off with glossy slut-red lipstick! Mick knew Mysteria was hot to trot, even before she proclaimed it, challenging him to show her a good time!

Mick wasted not even a second, grabbing her hand through his elbow, escorting her out the door and into the LA lifestyle. They made their way back through the same path they had taken to get to the room, through the noisy corridor, past the rooms with all those sounds coming from within. Both Mick and Mysteria looked at each other, knowing grins creeping on their faces, knowing full well what was going on , on the other side of the wall!

It wasn't until they got past the office, that Mick donned a black fedora he'd been carrying, telling Mysteria he thought it looked good on him. Indeed it did, complementing his seemingly tailored outfit, however casual it was. The two walked arm in arm down the street, turning the corner onto a somewhat busy thoroughfare. Immediately, the sounds of car horns honking every few seconds seemed to assault their ears. In addition to the horns, which seemed to come from cars passing very slowly by them, came a slew of wolf whistles and cat calls from young men hanging their heads out the windows. Mick had to chuckle, as it looked like their tongues were scraping the gravel as they rode by.

Mysteria was apparently not oblivious to the fact, that all the attention was because of her, nor did she object to it, surprisingly inviting more of it with each swish of her barely covered ass. Mick, again, could only assume that Mysteria's enhanced behavior was due to the pharmaceutical concoction he had given her. He only encouraged her behavior, flaunting her more boldly as they continued down the street.

As they neared an upcoming corner, a sports car sidled alongside them, inching its way along the curb. The man inside rolled down his window and finally garnered Mick's attention. Mick disengaged from Mysteria, telling her to stay where she was, a safe distance from where any harm could come to her. Mick leaned into the car and spoke briefly with the occupant inside. Mick took something from the man and shoved it quickly and discretely into his pocket. Standing upright, he crooked his neck to the side and watched as the car pulled to the end of the block and headed down a narrow, dark alley.

Mick rejoined Mysteria and calmly spoke to her, but with a definitive edge of authority in his voice. "The person in the car is willing to donate to your charitable need. All he's asking for in return is a little private exhibition of your talents. Remember, the more exposure you get, the more popular you'll be, and the more your films will sell!"

Mick was practically pushing her down the alley where it darkened just beyond the sports car. Mick turned his back to the car, the alley, and to Mysteria, stationing himself as an interceptor of any law abiding citizen or officer!

 

[little_golden]

Candy was thrilled as she taunted Mick with a “come and get me look”. This was a wonderful opportunity for a little payback on Melinda Gordon. She reasoned that Melinda was still too prissy and that Mick needed to see, feel, and better appreciate the real Melinda Gordon. That is to say the real Melinda Gordon from Candy’s distorted and very jealous perspective.

Melinda is really a slut… A tease… A bitch…. So this guy is going to see the real her… the woman that that I see when I look at her and realize what a tramp she really is and always was… She can’t say no… If she met some bad people earlier on, rather than such nice people, she would have turned out to be a slut… So I’m just helping her out a little later in life Candy thought as she grinned at Mitch.

We are going to be very naughty.... Oh what a sweet surprise for Melinda Candy thought to herself.

If Mick was smart he’d probably figure that Melinda, thanks to the ghostly presence of Candy, had developed a split personality. But it was all a game. A game that could take a very long time to figure.

“Come on honey… We need to party” laughed Melinda (Candy) as she giggled. The ecstasy was kicking in and Candy was floating on the high. Although Candy had been drunk and stoned many times in her life, a few times in Melinda’s body, the ecstasy was a newer experience.

“Whoa” giggled Melinda (Candy) as she felt a rush in her brain and pleasure flooded through her sense. She felt so good and free. It felt so amazing to be free and flying. Sensing inside herself, she could feel the trapped consciousness of Melinda and knew that Melinda would be blissfully unaware for hours. Using her ghostly powers she pushed Melinda’s consciousness into a womb like state of peace and tranquillity to keep Melinda unaware of what was about to transpire.

“This is so great… I feel so wonderful… We’ve got to party…. I’m sure I saw a cowboy bar when we drove in … A dance bar or something” Melinda (Candy) giggled and flashed her big soft eyes at Mick.

“Oh sure… We get some beer… or something… maybe meet some locals too” Mick replied as he mentally seized up the opportunity to cash in on Mysteria Hardwood.

“I’m ready if you are…. “ Melinda (Candy) pipped up as she opened the motel door and exit into the late afternoon sunlight. It was nearing the supper hour and she figured they hit the after work “happy hour” crowd.

As Mick and Melinda (Candy) walked she could feel eyes from behind various curtains and blinds peering out at them. Candy relished that feeling of being at the centre of attention. As far as she was concerned, Mick was paying her attention and smiling at her in appreciation.

Candy smirked as a flashy lime green sports car pulled up near her and Mick. Sh knew the score and while Mick spoke to the man in the car, she pretended to be busy looking around. In the distance she could see a a few little strip malls, a few restaurants, and a few bars.

A few moment later, Mick returned and pointed to the sports car that was heading up a small narrow nearby alley.

Candy only half heard Mick as he explained:

"... person in the car... donate to your charitable need... asking for in return is a little private exhibition of your talents... the more exposure you get, the more popular you'll be, and the more your films will sell!"

"Sure thing honey" Candy replied though she was a little annoyed that Mick was having her suck cock so early. Mick was practically pushing her down the alley where it darkened just beyond the sports car and then he acted as a lookout as he turned his back to the car, the alley, and to her.

"Okay... Okay... I know what to do" Candy assured Mick.

Candy opened the door of the sports car. To her surprise a hunk of a man sat in the car with his fly open with an 8" hardon in hand. This would certainly make the work a lot easier.

"Howdy partner..." Candy spoke with a slight cowgirl voice. It was all an act but the idea came to her as she thought about the little cowboy bar she wanted to visit later on.

"Looks like your cock needs some loving from Melinda" Candy stated in a blunt tone as she smiled at the handsome thirty something man. The car was air conditioned and the man was well dressed, and she could see the expensive gold chain around his neck and the Rolex on his wrist.

"Just get naked... and suck me off.... I'm in a rush... I got a movie to shoot ... " the handsome man told Candy as if she were some two bit whore.

Fucking asshole...[/I[ Candy thought as she pulled off her top to expose Melinda's huge breasts.

"Like em?" Candy asked in a Texas like accent.

"Nice and big - Texas style" laughed Candy as see proudly showed off Melinda's boobs.

"Biggest nipples in the whole state" teased Candy as she made a point of tweaking her nipples which made her John grin in appreciation at her efforts to break the ice.

"Fuck they are big... Just like your pimp promised" the handsome man replied as he grabbed at them for a quick squeeze and fingering as Candy moved deeper inside the car and the door slid shut behind her.

While the handsome man worked at her breasts, Candy slipped off the tight little booty shorts.

"There we are sugar" Candy drawled out as she toyed with her pussy to let her John see her little treasure. He was grinning and she could tell he was stressed and horny.

"That's a biggie... Do you want me to suck it first ... Or do you want to start plunging away? You want my sweet pussy... or up the ass?" Candy managed to ask with a little sexy squeal in her voice.

In the end it took the better part of twenty minutes to satisfy the handsome stud. For her efforts Candy had a sore jaw from the cock sucking, a well used and stretched asshole, and a dripping cunt full of the man's double load of cum. The fucker didn't want to use a condom but made sure that his rented bitch didn't make a mess.

A little rough for my taste.... But he was a paying customer... I'm sure Melinda will like the little red marks on her ass from the spanking... That last position... I felt like a virgin as he pounded in Candy thought as she slipped her clothes back on while the man rushed her to get out of the car.

"You were a good fuck babe... But I got to run.... " the handsome stud praised her as he zippered her and tried to motivate her to get her ass out of the car.

As Candy exited the car, the John signalled to Mick and they exchanged a few more words while Melinda shuffled away.

When Mick returned she announced:

“I need a stiff one… I need a stiff drink… I think Tequila…”

"Sure thing" Mick had replied. He was kind of thirsty himself.


“Of there is it…. “Hillbilly Heaven” laughed Melinda (Candy) as she pointed to the sign back down the alley to the main street.

"How much did I make?" Candy asked in a very direct tone.

As she got closer to the main street she got a better view of the cowboy bar. The place wasn’t a lot to look at from the outside, but the parking lot was full, and there was a crowd of people lingering in the doorway as country music blasted away. There was coral style fencing around the front to give it a wild west type of look.

They walked another minute or two and went inside. A half dozen locals were
waiting line to get in.

A real hic crowd thought Candy to herself as she rushed around the line to gain entrance. There was no way that she would be caught waiting in a line.

“Excuse me boys” Melinda (Candy) beamed at the bulky men as she travelled around them. They were caught off guard by her beauty and charm.

"I need a drink... real bad" Melinda (Candy) explained as she hurried along with Mick in tow.

Candy passed through the swinging doors and could quickly take in that there was a mix of construction workers, factory workers, truckers and bikers. About 90% of the patrons were men who were wearing blue jeans, t-shirts, cowboy hats, baseball hats, and sneakers or cowboy boots. The bartender and the three middle aged waitresses were working their tails off to get the crowd served.

In the corner of the bar, there were a few old style pinball games, a video game, and a coin operated billiard table. A little further away was a mechanical bull that looked as if it was barely functioning. It had been well used but for the moment it stood lifeless and ignored.

“Come on honey… Let me ride the bull…. You must have some change…. I’ll ride it while you work the controls” suggested Melinda (Candy).

Candy could see the smile growing on Mitch’s face. She figured he realized how much attention would be drawn to them. She was determined to put on a real good show for the boys. She’d make sure that everyone in the bar knew of Mysteria Hardwood or Melinda Gordon. Her plan was very simple, slowly, she’d share little tidbits of Melinda’s real life with Mitch and over time Melinda would assume she herself had shared it. It would drive Melinda crazy.

Candy was all grins as she approached the mechanical and gingerly sat upon the bull’s back. Mitch put the bull through a few easy cycles allowing Candy to get a feel for the movement and to gain some confidence. Slowly a crowd of men assembled around Candy as she bumped up and down, around and around on the mechanical bull.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mick stood guard as Mysteria tended to his business dealings. He thought about all the money he could make peddling Mysteria's ass around this great town. And as word got out, if she were a famous movie porn star, he could command a much higher price for her services. He was all grins as the stacks of green piled up in front of his eyes. While he enjoyed the fucking he got from Mysteria, he had no strong feelings towards her. He knew Chad, from the bus, however, was probably more attracted to Mysteria in that sense. She was nothing more than a piece of ass that could make him some serious change before he had to run from town. Mysteria’s little tryst with the john netted Mick enough money to pay for the drugs he had purchased at the station. She was still into him for the week’s rent at the hotel, and whatever else, Mick had to spring money for!

What seemed to confuse, and surprise Mick, however, was Mysteria's overall attitude. On the bus, she seemed more concerned with what others thought, and was more conservative, despite her clothes and such. But now, she seemed more like a free spirit, wild, and uninhibited. The only thing he could attribute it to was the ecstasy tablets. So when she came to him afterwards and said she needed a "stiff" one, he was not overly shocked to hear the giddiness in her voice. If it weren't for those pills, he'd certainly have thought that Mysteria had a split personality.

He looked at her questioningly when she had practically insisted they go to the country bar. Mick didn't fit in with the crowd, and the looks he got certainly proved it. He stood out in his tailored suit among all the cowboys and bikers and construction workers. If he'd known they were coming here, he would have dressed more appropriately. All eyes were on them as they entered the bar. It was a good thing he was with Mysteria, otherwise he’d catch a lot of flak for his attire. Mysteria managed to capture their attention.

Mick sprang for some drinks, noting how Mysteria took on a country girl twang in her voice, seeming like a kid in a candy store when she spotted the mechanical bull. Mick followed her over to it, and after some persuasion, shoved some coins into the control box, and manned the controls for her amusement. He didn’t put the pieces together until the wicked grin came on her face and a gathering of men began forming around the makeshift ring. Mick took it easy at first, letting Mysteria get the feel of the motions, before cranking it up a little bit. Mysteria began waving one hand in the air, rocking to and fro, whooping and hollering as more men gathered to watch the spectacle. It didn’t take long for the men to start encouraging her, and soon wolf whistles were filling the bar. Mick cranked it up again, with the encouragement of several men standing next to him. That brought another round of whoops and screams from the men, as they eyed Mysteria’s breasts bouncing quite freely, her little tank top trying desperately to keep her massive tits contained.

By now the bull was tossing Mysteria in such a way that her ass bounced on the seat also, showing everybody the way they rode up between her cheeks. And Mick was spreading the word that Mysteria Hardwood was an up and coming porn star, in town to shoot some films! That’s all the guys needed to hear before they started hootin’ and hollerin’ “TAKE IT OFF!”

Mysteria didn’t have a chance to take it off, because at that instant, the bull bucked to the right while dropping down, just before snapping up and spinning around. Mysteria’s huge tits popped out of her tight fitting top, flopping wildly for everyone to see. A loud roar erupted, and the men started clamoring even tighter, some pulling out their cell phones to take pictures of the free show, preserving the moment as proof positive of their experience.

Mysteria didn’t mind one bit, never once indicating she wanted to stop, never once making any attempt to hide her freakishly long nipples from the ogling eyes that stared in disbelief. Round and round she went, showing everybody, one of her greatest assets, all with a generous smile on her face. Then it happened! She was careless and got thrown from the bull landing on her back, onto the cushioned padding. Her hair was tousled and her legs in the air, little shorts ridden between her ass cheeks, the crotch swallowed by her swollen pussy. Her little tank was bunched under and beneath her gigantic tits, and she was breathing heavy.

There was a surge closing in on Mysteria, and Mick was sure something crazy was about to happen. There was no way he could hold off nearly forty men. Besides, all of them were in much better physical condition than he was. He did his best, trying to create an orderly scene, but when he looked over his shoulder, all he saw was Mysteria giggling like a little girl. He was certain, she didn’t know what she had gotten herself into, and now he wasn’t in much of a position to stop the mob madness from progressing. He didn’t say anything to her, but he shot her a glance that asked if she was sure about what she was doing?

 

[little_golden]

Candy loved the whole thing. She had put on the best show of her life as she dazzled them with her grinding and tit swinging action. It had been no accident that her breasts had burst free. She smiled knowing that a number of men had snapped off some quick photos.

Nothing like keeping the fans happy.... Candy thought with a little smirk.

Even her fall to the ground had been carefully staged so that she landed with her legs raised and bottom exposed. The men had been whistling and clapping and she knew they were both very horny and a good many of them were already drunk.

Okay boys get a good look at what's available.... Candy plotted as she stayed a moment or two extra to gain some extra attention and sympathy from the crowd.

"Maybe the gal's hurt" one of the older men in the back mumbled to his buddy.

"Naw, she's just drunk... To do shit like that ... She probably dead drunk already and didn't even feel a thing" called out a younger man in a black cowboy hat.

"I bet you she's just wants to get fucked.... Look at that... She horny!" another man added as he slapped his buddy on the back.

The crowd of men were surging closer. Candy was giggling at the uncertainty amongst the men. Looking over to Mick, she could see the uncertain in his eyes at the little game she was playing.

Unable to control herself, Candy laughed a little more and then sprang to her feet, with her big luscious breasts still bouncing about.

"Oh my... I really ought to tuck these babies away" Candy spoke with a twang in her voice as she slipped her breasts back into her top. There was a look of disappointment in the eyes of several men.

"I'm just so hot... I wish I could go skinny dipping in a local watering hole" Candy suggested as she rubbed her hands across her torso in a suggestive fashion.

"Oh I'm okay... Just wish I had a man or two ... to ... well .. you know...." Candy let the hint drop to the group of men.

"Would a few of you ole boys like to take me for a little skinny dipping?" Candy asked with a delicious smile on her face.

"I'm sure we could work out something to every one's liking" Candy added as she walked towards Mitch.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mitch (at the bar)

Mysteria's actions didn't help things any, and the next thing Mitch realized, was that he had a near all out mob mayhem on his hands. he hootin' and hollerin' was nearly deafening, and it only seemed that Mysteria was reveling in the commotion as well as feeding off the frenzy. Surely this crowd would tear her apart, eat her live, and spit her out as useless meat.

The next thing Mitch knew, there was an oversized burly brute that broke his way through the crowd, easily tossing men from side to side. Mitch recognized him as the bouncer, and when he came to the scene, things quickly began settling down, upon his command.

Mitch was eternally grateful for the assistance. Bubba stood about six foot seven, and easily weighed every bit of four hundred pounds, but it wasn't all fat! Waving a cue stick around, he managed to clear the area, and shuffle Mysteria and Mitch towards the back of the bar! The whole time, the craze girl was giggling about going skinny dipping! Mitch was sure it was the drugs talking, because Mysteria had no seeming concern for her well being!

Bubba was able to push the two into a back room, very dimly lit. It had a pool table, a card table, a large leather sofa, and a fully stocked bar. "STAY HERE!" He barked at Mysteria!

Bubba then dragged Mitch back out into the mayhem, and together, they broke up the commotion! However, Mysteria's actions resulted in some broken glasses, cue sticks, bar stools, and one large neon lit mirror! By that point, the owner of the bar was there, and the anger and ire on his face was quite evident. "Okay buddy! Whos' gonna pay for this stuff?"

Mitch, always looking for oppourtunities, had an idea! He walked with the owner, Slim, and explained his idea.

"Look! She created this whole mess on her own! She's gonna be one of those high faluttin' porn stars here soon! I'm sure we can take care of your broken items." Placing his arm around Slim's shoulder, like they've been buddies forever, Mitch softly continued. "Let us use that back room for a while! Bubba can go back there with her, and I'll arrange for a few select patrons to join her back there!" Mitch winked, both knowing full well what Mitch was alluding to. "I'll make sure the bill is paid off in its entirety, and throw you a bonus for the use of the room! And ... just to sweeten the deal, I'll make sure she gives you a private performance!"

Slim's demeanor had changed dramatically when he considered the proposal! Slim slammed two shot glasses onto the bar and poured some whiskey into them before answering. He shoved one towards Mitch, and the two downed a shot. "Deal!"

Mitch's smile could've lit up the room! He fetched Bubba, and made a similar deal with him. Bubba would make sure nothing got out of control, and in the end, Mysteria would take personal care of him also! Together, the two went back to Mysteria, and found her at the bar helping herself to something to drink! She still had that giddy laugh, and reiterated her want to go skinny dipping. Mitch promised her he'd take her skinny dipping, but in the meantime, she had a little something to take care of!

"Mysteria! Since you are a big porn star, all those horny men, you stirred up out there, want to fuck you! Not only that, but we also have to pay for all the stuff that was broken out there! I'm gonna go back out there, and send a few guys in! You take care of them, just like you did the guy in the car! Bubba, here, will make sure things don't get out of hand again! Ya know, this was your idea to come here! Now it's up to me to get you out of this mess. Once again, it's Mitch to the rescue!"

Bubba plopped himself in the sofa as Mitch turned and left the two alone. The bar seemed to return to a sense of normalcy, but still had a distinct buzz about the recent events, and the outbreak! The men had retreated to their comfort clicques. The bikers hung out at he pool table, cowboys hung out at the bar, and the construction workers piled around the tables.

Mitch eyed the groups carefully for few minutes, figuring out, who in the groups had the most money. He approached the construction group and quickly figured out who the foreman was. With a beer in his hand, he offered it to him as a sign of apology for Mysteria's behavior. He was able to pull the guy away from the table for some private conversation. He made an offer, to which the guy's eyes lit up! The foreman slipped a hundred dollars into Mitch's hand with a firm shake! Mitch told him to head back to the room in five minutes!

He then made his way to the bikers at the table, and made a similar deal with the guy that had 'Pres' sewn in next to his colors. He also slipped Mitch some money. Finally, Mitch made his way to the cowboys. He picked out the one that had the finest threads, made the deal, sealed the deal, and collected his payment.

Mitch returned to an isolated part of the bar and watched the three men sslip into the back door! Mitch only saw dollar signs, patting his pocket, ensuring his commission was still there. Mitch caught Slim's attention and quickly asked him, how much the damages would come to? Slim looked around and guesstimated, that three hundred would cover it! Mitch nodded, and had another glass of whickey poured for him. Slim told Mitch, his drinks were on the house, as long as he kept his deal!

Mitch had promised Slim extra for the use of the room, so as of now, Mysteria's endeavors was not making him any money! But to his surprise, the word was quickly spreading, as to what was going on in the back room. Within five minutes, Mitch had three more people, offering him a hundred each, if they could go back when the first three were done! It didn't take Mitch long to accept their money!

As far as he figured it, Mysteria owed him for bailing her out! And as far as he was concerned, she could get herself into all kinds of trouble that would require his financial support ... support that she'd have to work off, at his profit!

It had been nearly an hour, and Mitch began to wonder if he should go back and check on things. But then finally, the three men emerged, and the entire bar greeted them with cheers and whistles! Their faces could not deny their enjoyment, nor that it was money well spent! Before Mitch could even move, however, the next three men were barging their way through the door!

Mitch pondered what he' do if he were approached again? Meanwhile, Slim kept plying him with booze, and always had an axious smile!

 

[little_golden]

The Back Room

Candy thought the situation was delightful as the rough men were slowly being peeled away from her by the big bouncer. Despite his sheer mass, several of the drunks were still arguing with big Bubba as he man handled them and tossed them about with one hand while menacing others from interfering as he them at bay with a pool cue.

How wonderful… Perfect… Let the brutes go crazy… Animals… Wonderful… Make them crazy… Make the drunken pigs absolutely horny and crazy Candy plotted in her mind.

She could see several men pushing, shoving and exchanging curses. It was comical as she heard the crash of broken glass and knew things were getting out of hand. A few punches and insults were hurling back and forth between the rowdies. There was some rough pawing at her big bouncing boobs and a few extra slaps to her sweet rear end. There was pandemonium from her little devilish display.

Candy felt very smug and self satisfied. To Mick and the men it looked like Mysteria Hardwood (aka Melinda Gordon) was having the time of her life with the big grin plastered across her face.

When Mick got grabbed by Bubba, Candy felt a little smug. It was good to see him squirm like a worm on a hook. She half hoped that Bubba would smack him. She knew he was a user of people. Secretly Candy was glad that this piece of low life trash had snagged onto Melinda. This was a bad relationship and Candy was determined that Melinda would get as milked as possible by him. For now Candy was going to play along and act the part of a dumb porn star. She was dying to tell Mick Melinda's real name and true life.

Just another dumb blonde… I can play that role… I can help turn Melinda into the dumbest blonde ever... I'll spill her secrets and mess up everything good in her life Candy thought in delightful glee.

“Oh my… What happened?” Melinda (Candy) spoke softly as she made a show of slipping her big boobs into the skimpy top. Bubba hauled her upwards as the men groaned out their frustration and disappointment.

“Let the girl go…” yelled out one of the drunks. But he wasn't about to take on the burly bouncer.

“Don’t spoil the show!” complained a pair of truckers their mid-fifties. They were at a nearby table and were enjoying both the slutty woman and the fawning entourage. They were guzzling back a bottle of Bud Light.

“Boooooo! No fun!” protested a few of the drunks who had managed to get their hands on Mysteria Hardwood before Bubba had pulled her from their grasp.

“Show us you tits honey…” laughed a bald headed biker as he waived a five dollar bill at her.

Bubba escorted her a little too roughly for her liking to a back room. He didn’t seem to care at all about hurting people. She could see from the corner of her eyes that one of the patrons he had thrown backwards had crashed through a table. He was bent over in half and staggering to regain his balance. Another man was holding his face, and trying to stop a bloody nose.

Candy felt a surge of power at the strong emotion, jealousy, hate, lust and anger that she had create triggered. These were emotions that fed her dark spirit and made her stronger. She was getting stronger and maybe at some point she could keep Melinda locked in her body forever and keep permanent control.

Mick rattled off about his little proposal. He was whining about the situation. Candy hated to hear men whine like babies. She wasn’t surprised at Mitch’s little solution which was to use Mysteria Hardwood's body and reputation to pay off the debts and to make a little extra. This was the perfect situation for Candy to capitalize on. She would be glad to help further denigrate Mrs. Melinda Gordon. The goody-goody do-gooder of her little town. The one that so many of the dark spirits wanted to destroy. She knew the league of dark spirits wanted to destroy her and thereby prevent Melinda from helpers others to cross over.

They'll owe me for this little favour.... Even though the power it gives me... and the fun I'm having is satisfying in its own right Candy though.

Candy tuned out as Mick, the owner, and the bouncer worked out the problem. From the eager looks in her direction, she knew that Mick was flesh peddling. All she could do was smile at the three men seductively as if to suggest she was up for their little plan. On the inside Candy was squealing in delight as Mitch plotted and the men worked out his financial dealings. To know that the proud and innocent Melinda Gordon was soon going to be a working prostitute made Candy's evil day.

It took about five minutes for Mick to round up the lucky three first paying customers. They were a motley looking group. Each man different from the other yet each one looked like a salivating dog with a huge hard on. They had confident looks on their faces as if they knew she would be a “sure thing”.
Candy moved forward to meet them as they slipped into the closed off back room.

“So you boys ready for a little private fuck party?” Candy asked in a sexy and daring tone as she started to peel out of her top to expose her huge knockers to the three men.

“Do you like big titties? What do you think? “ teased Candy as she gave a little shoulder motion to start Melinda’s boobs swinging like a double pendulum. She could see the men’s eyes staring at the breasts and her fantastically extended nipples.

“I’m really horny!” Candy cock teased the men as she made a point of drawing Melinda’s hands to her breasts and then guiding them up to her nipples so that she could give a good pinch to them to further extend them and fascinate the three grinning men.

"I bet you ain't never seen nipples like mine.... I got them from my momma... Biggest around...." Candy boasted as the men took in their freakish size.

“It’s so warm in here… I’ll just make myself a little more comfortable … You boys need to shuck off your duds too… Then we can start fucking” Candy told the trio as she now pulled out the tight little boy shorts.

Their eyes followed her every movement as if they were locked onto her.

Candy turned herself and bent over to give the boys a real nice show of her naked rump and sweetness.

“You boys see anything on the menu that you might like a piece of” Candy flirted further with the men as they now anxiously pulled off their pants and pulled off their boxer’s to expose their big hard cocks.

"That's it gentlemen.... You do know how to play this little game" she coaxed them to hurry.

“Oh you boys do like me” cooed Candy as she stood up and could see three big erections. Candy pointed to the nearby poker table. Grabbing two of the men boldly by their hanging cocks, she pulled them towards the table and winked at the third man.

“Okay you…. Number #1... My big melons … I know you want to fuck them… Your eyes have been glued to them since you came in the room” Candy announced with confidence as she slipped onto the worn smooth circular oak tabletop.

“You with the big black cowboy hat…Mister #2.... My cock hungry wet pussy…. You’re first in line…. Come on and rock my world… Show these other dudes how you can fuck me and prove your manhood” taunted Candy as she spread her legs and gave him a delightful sight of her bald pussy. She could see him stroking his own cock a few times and almost drooling as he checked out Melinda’s sweet snatch.

“And you bucky… lucky #3… You feed me that big trucker cock…. And I’ll put the shine in your eyes… and suck all that stress right from you” Candy coached him as she pulled him by her cock and guided his tool right into Melinda’s soft hot mouth.

“MMMMmmmmmm” Candy groaned as she started slurping up the trucker’s big cock. She was lathering it up with her spit and then she grunted as the big biker roughly lifted her legs to his shoulders and began fucking away.

“Uggghhhhh” Candy grunted as the big biker prick slipped into her honey hole and began to pound in deeper and deeper with intensity and the accompanying grunts if the biker as he grabbed at her ass to force her closer.

MMMmmmmm… How delicious…. That’s it… harder… harder….okay… biker is fucking my pussy… trucker is getting the blow job of his life…. I start playing with his balls… His cock is pulsating… A little squeeze Candy thought as she moaned as she sucked away on the cock as it slammed further into her mouth.

At that second, Candy felt a rush of air from her lungs as Number #1 dropped his weight a little more onto her. She let go of the man’s balls and then pushed her boobs together as she felt the third cock slipping between her boobs…..

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bubba (the bouncer)

Another fight! Bubba was none too pleased to have to push his large figure around in order to establish some order to the mayhem that broke out. He wasn't blind to the busty blonde who seemed to be the focus of everyone's attention. However, as a bouncer here, he'd seen his fair share of women trying to handle the bull. Of course, none of them were as scantily clad as the big-titted woman on there.

After the fight, a couple broken cue sticks, tables, chairs, mirrors, and a bar light, order seemingly fell into place. The troublemaker was shuffled into the back room, and things had quieted down. When the man approached him about providing some insurance, and added that there would not only be financial reward, but also some sexual favors, Bubba eagerly agreed.

He stepped into the tiny room with the three other men, and took a seat at the bar. He folded his arms as if he were an uninterested party, and shot the men a knowing glance that said he'd break their neck if things got out of hand. It didn't seem, however, that he had anything to worry about, because this woman was definitely a professional! She took control right from the start, as if she were the director in a porn movie!

She had stripped out of her meager clothing and teased everyone in the room into instant erections, hurriedly, and easily, encouraging them to joinher in her current state of undress. Within seconds, there were three naked men, and the naked slut, gathering around the poker table. He watched as she climbed atop the green felt and positioned each of the players into their assigned spots, each one willingly obeying her command. Bubba snickered silently, saying he'd never follow a command like a lost puppy dog! He'd fuck her however he wanted! She wouldn't be able to deny him that pleasure either, because he was so much larger and stronger than she was!

So as he sat there watching one man fuck her pussy, one sloshing his cock into her mouth, and another slapping his schlong between her massive tits, Bubba imagined exactly how he'd manhandle the little tart that created all the stir! Hell, if she was gonna peddle her ass like she had, he might as well get a little something out of his efforts.

She must've been good, because it was only a matter of mere minutes before the man in her mouth was crying that he was gonna cum. She managed to hold him off though, focusing on the cock sliding between her tits, lifting her head enough to catch the flared tip in her open mouth, quickly flicking her tongue through the slit to dab at some precum. In the meantime, the cock in her pussy was fucking away at a steady pace, rocking the girl, and the table in perfect rhythm.

Bubba eyed the table momentarily, weary that it might collapse from the weight and the action. It was a sturdy table that had been converted, so it was standing up quite well, given the situation. She returned to the other cock, taking it deep into her throat once again, once the guy had calmed down, but not before scolding him and telling him not to cum too soon.

Bubba couldn't tell if she was enjoying herself, or if she were faking it, but it sure looked like she was having a good time being the center of attention among three horny men. He thought he saw her body shudder several times before she raspily halted everyone's actions and moved everyone around. Holding onto the cock that was in her mouth, she gripped him tightly, keeping his hot load trapped, not letting him explode just yet. She directed the man in her pussy out and around to her side, capturing his pussy coated cock in her hand, squeezing it with giddy happiness. While slowly hand jerking both cocks, she sucked playfully one last time on the cock thrusting between her tits. She then sent that cock to her pussy, replacing the void there. She pulled the cock that had been buried in her hot box, up towards her mouth, and then brought the other one to her mouth also. Touching the tips together, she laved her tongue from one side to the other, bathing both cocks simultaneously, cleaning one, gently teasing the other. With two cocks so readily available, she expertly sucked one, then the other, occasionally trying to bring both hardened heads into her mouth at the same time. She eventually fell into a rhythm with the cock pummeling her pussy, and Bubba swore she came again, before repositioning the men again.

The guy that had been fucking her pussy climbed back onto the table and slapped his slick shaft wetly between her heaving tits. He grabbed her nipples and tugged on them fiercely, using them as leverage for his fucking. Her slick pussy juices provided plenty of lubrication. She then turned and instructed the impatient gun to fuck her pussy while she concentrated her mouth on the other cock, every so often lapping at the cock thrusting into her tits. The young gun in her pussy couldn't hold out much longer, and started pounding frantically, holding her legs as he slapped his hips against her ass. The girl on the table was moaning happily, servicing the other cocks. Then the young buck cried out, blasting his load deep in her pussy, which sent off a chain reaction. The cock between her tits erupted, sending several thick rockets against her chin, and along her neck, giving her a beautiful pearl necklace. Her happy humming had the desired effect on the other stud, who gave the slut more than a mouthful of his hot sticky sweet stuff.

Bubba shook his head, moving behind the bar to make himself a drink. He watched as the slut, cleaned up each guy, never once giving any concern to her cum covered appearance, nor the sluice seeping from her snatch. She merrily sucked each cock, and sent them on her way. It wasn't until she turned towards the bar, did Bubba see what looked like a devilish sparkle in her eyes. He grabbed a towel from the bar and tossed it to her. "Might wanna clean up ... Ya got more customer's comin' shortly!" Bubba realized the double entendre of his statement, when the slut snickered and smiled. She cleaned up by wiping herself clean and flaunted her ass and pussy at him while doing so. Bubba was growing increasingly annoyed at her sluttish confidence, and when she threw the cum soaked bar towel at him, he snapped!

"Damn girl! You need to treat me better than that! I'm the one who keeps you alive! ... And you need to pay me better than the others!" For a man of his size and weight, he moved surprisingly fast, from around the bar, capturing her in his meaty paws. He spun her around and crushed her back into his chest, mauling her tits in the process. "I'm gonna fuck you like you need to be fucked! This is how you're gonna pay me for keeping you safe!"

He lifted the short girl with absolute ease and practically tossed her onto the pool table. He grabbed her ankles and rolled her over onto her back, her tits flopping as she rolled over. Within seconds his pants were around his ankles and her ankles were raised to his broad shoulders. "Gimme some lube," he grunted as he ploughed into her used pussy. Holding her hips he ground his cockhead against her cervix until he was fully in. He wriggled his hips a bit and then abruptly pulled out, his cock glistening with her juice.

With her legs, still pinned to his shoulders, he aimed the lubed monster to her tight ass, and pressed the tip at its entrance. Roughly grabbing her hips, he pulled her ass onto his cock, spearing her as he did so. She was partially skewered by his thick pole, when he dropped her legs like lead weights and leaned into her, capturing a nipple between his teeth as he chewed and bit roughly. He feasted on her nipples for several quick minutes before enveloping her in his arms again.

He picked up the agile female, whose legs wrapped around his waist for support, his cock still embedded in her ass, her wet pussy rubbing against his hairy abs. With his arms embraced aroun her, he waddled to a nearby wall and pinned her against the wall with his weight. Standing there, holding the little slut as if she were a fuck toy, he thrust his cock into her ass, lifting her lightly before dropping her onto his cock, her own weight, forcing her deeper onto his pole, his cock penetrating further along her spine. He resumed feasting on her flesh, using her for his own sexual gratification, with absolutely no concern for her well being.

No, she wasn't going to be directing him! If she wanted to be a slut, then he'd show her how to expect to be treated! He raped her ass with sadistic glee, before allowing himself to cum deep inside her stomach!

Breathing heavily, and finally satiated, Bubba carried her back to the pool table and dumped her unceremoniously onto the felt, before extracting his cock, wiping it on her inner thigh before tucking it into his pants. Just as Bubba was finished redressing, three new men made their way into the back room. Everyone's eyes fell on the rustled, tousled look of the cowgirl who'd been ridden hard and apparently put away wet!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda came awake as she screamed out in a shriek of ectasy. Her lungs were gasping for air and her body was slick with a sheen of perspiration. When she opened her soft brown eyes, she had at first assumed she had awoken from some strange sexual dream. She couldn’t remember any details of the dream or nightmare, but it had certainly triggered some wet and hot sensation between her legs and across her body. Her body was pulsating and seemed to be on fire. She assumed it had been her moaning had awakened her, yet, the room around her seemed noisy like a party or something with country tunes blasting in the background.

What’s going on? I must have been dreaming… But.. I feel a man inside my vagina... Melinda mentally questioned.

She had expected a pitch black room. In the split seconds, when the fog from waking up cleared, she remembered the motel room, and laying back on the old big double bed. The country music seemed really loud and at first she assumed the neighbouring motel room was having a private party. It occurred to Melinda that she should be a pitch black motel room but instead this room seemed well lighted and her eyes were unexpectedly and too quickly well focused.

Why am I naked, so hot and excited? Melinda further wondered as she tried to sort things out in her head. She wanted to her bearings. Her quick glance from side to side, confused her even more. She could see a card table with a velvet like top, a small specialty bar, liquor bottles lined up on shelves, odd pictures of cowboys and cowgirls, deer and moose antlers, and what looked like antique pistols and rifles. It didn’t make any sense at all to Melinda. It was somewhere she had never been.

Where I am… This doesn’t make sense… Is this a dream?…. I must be awake… I can feel this man pounding into me…harder and deeper… urgent and ready... He's so deep in my pussy... so strong and powerful.... Melinda pondered at the events unfolding.

As Melinda turned her face to the other direction she could see a strong male neck and looking further up, a not so handsome face of a rather brutish look man. He held no appeal whatsoever to her. Then her weight seemed funny too. She had assumed she was laying down on the bed, but instead she realized that her bare back was pressing against a hard wall. Then she felt a hard push into her and realized that she was pinned against a wall by this hulky brute who was grunting and talking dirty to her.

“That’s it bitch… You ain’t too good for me… Bubba knows how to treat a girl like you… You like it dirty…oh yaaa… Bubba knows your type” Bubba the bouncer blurted out in a dark and menacing tone. His There was a big hard cock was pounding into her. She was moaning and now realized it wasn’t a dream but it was all too real.

Oh heavens… he’s in so deep…. I’m so ready…. Melinda’s brain screamed out in her head as she tried to make sense of her situation.

“Aaaaaaa….AAAaaaaa…..Ohhhh……AAAAAAaaaaa” Melinda moaned out in sweet pleasure. Bubba’s rough male voice grunting in an animal like manner as she felt his strength as he easily lifted Melinda in the air and dropped her down slamming her body full onto his hard erect cock and thereby driving himself deeper into her sweet hot honey palace. It was just too overwhelming for Melinda to handle. She tried to touch herself but her body was slamming back and forth so quickly.

“AAAaaaaa…..Ohhhh……Eeeeiiiiiii!!!” Melinda moaned out louder n sweet pleasure as she felt a bubbling squirting sensation within her body. She could feel her tempo increasing and she was breathing still harder. The cock was huge and she gulped as it pushed in deeper and faster sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain. She was helpless but to give in to the raging sensations that tormented her. She knew she was weak but the pleasures of the flesh, and its sin, felt so overwhelming wonderful. It felt so basic and right, yet she knew it was a sin.

Melinda was was stunned when the unknown man pulled out from her sweet pussy before blowing his wad deep within her. She resisted groaning.

"Oh my... Aaaaa" Melinda managed to mumble as Bubba started to reposition and mauled at her huge melons.

Stupid… Dangerous… I have to get away… Find out what’s going’s on… Before I lose control again….” Melinda thought as she fought to regain control of herself.

This has to be Candy’s fault… But I don’t sense her or see her…. But it has to be… I was at the motel… How long has it been? … Melinda worried.

Melinda was about to scramble away on all fours but Bubba’s strong hand pinned her to the table and then she felt the big cock slipping right into her ass. It went in so easy. Melinda knew at that instant between the slippery sensation of his cock and the ease at which he inserted it and then slammed it deep that her ass had been already penetrated.

“Ugghhhh…Eeeeeeeee!” Melinda squealed like a piglet. The big cock slammed back and forth with an increasing tempo that pleasured both Melinda and the man. She could fell the strong hand reaching in front and with his huge hand he easily fingered both her nipples. She was a prisoner to the moment. The heat fiery sensation was being rekindled and re-stroked.

“Ooooooo” Melinda managed to softly coo as the pleasure of his big rough fingers against her oversized and over sensitive nipples crashed through her body. It was her ultimate weak spot. She kept moaning louder and louder as he applied more finger pressure and began to roll his big fingers over her extended erect nipples.

“You got bigger tits than a cow… These nipples… We’d make a million if we hooked you up to a milking machine” laughed Bubba as he enjoyed the sexual power he held over Mysteria Hardwood. It soothed his big ego that he was giving it really good to a porn star and he could tell for sure that she wasn’t faking her pleasure.

Melinda voided her brain of thought for the next two minutes as Bubba did his best to make it last and provide himself the most pleasure he could from the ass of Mysteria Hardwood. He was impressed with her body and ability. After a good two minutes of her moaning and whinning, he grunted deeply and unloaded his cannon deep inside her bowels.

“Bubba” roughly carried her across the room and unceremoniously dropped her onto the top of the card table. She felt cheated of her just reward as she knew he had pulled out prematurely. Her brain kicked in and realized that she shouldn’t be fucking some unknown stranger in some unknown place. This was wrong. She should stop it. It should be a sense of relief and not disappointment.

Bubba simply pulled out, wiped his dirty cock, and backed away. There wasn't even a smile or a thank you. Melinda felt like a whore. Three more men entered the room....

 

[little_golden]

Melinda felt worn out by Bubba. He had fucked her long and hard. She was still panting and trying to regain her composure when the first of the three men came upon her. She was about to try to cover herself when the man spoke up in an understanding voice.

"Don't bother getting dressed or cleaned up... I already paid... I'm in a rush...." the fifty-something biker with a bald head and a grayish beard announced with a slight southern twang in his voice.

"Ummm" Melinda mumbled in confusion as she looked towards Bubba. He was nodding his head and grinning. It was clear he wasn't going to stop things and he though Melinda didn't know it, Bubba was feeling real proud of the fact that he put a porn star in her place.

Melinda gasped as the man simply unbuckled his pants, unzipped his pants and pulled out his eight inch cock. It wasn't the biggest or smallest cock she had ever seen but the fact that the biker had tattoos all over the place caught her attention and made her stare. He produced a condom from his jeans, ripped the package and slipped it on. It was a beige colour and ribbed.

"Ooohhh" Melinda squealed as the biker roughly pulled her ass cross the felt table, so that her pussy was nice and close.

"Aaa" Melinda gasped as he inserted three fingers into her hot wet pussy.

"Good enough" the biker laughed as he guided his cock into Melinda's big pleasure hole.

"Ummmmm" Melinda managed as her sensitivities kicked in. She wasn't in the mood for another go around but the biker simply grabbed her ass and pulled her onto him forcing a quick deep penetration.

"Aaaaa" Melinda managed as she felt the biker now forcing her legs wider and wider apart.....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mitch (at the bar) ... Sunday (continued)

Mitch sat there at the bar, mentally processing the financial windfall of his latest endeavor, and what he planned to do with the money. Of course, he realized that he'd have to allocate a portion of his profits for Mysteria's maintenance! He'd have to make sure she had an adequate wardrobe, along with an endless supply of alcohol and drugs. He'd make sure that Mysteria would develop an affectionate affliction for the finer things LA had to offer. He vowed to milk this money train for as long as he could. What was especially appealing to him, was the fact that she was a newcomer with ripe talents! It'd be a while before she was nothing more than a worn down crack whore! By that time, Mitch was sure, he'd either have a full stable of women to work with, or at worst, have enough money to split town with!

Mitch eyed the three new men that made their way into the back room with eager anticipation. B the looks of it, the second group of three looked rougher, and less refined. He could only imagine how hard Mysteria would be ridden over the next forty-five minutes to an hour. Every so often, Slim would reappear with a wink, refilling Mitch's glass before running off to the other patrons. During one of those visits, Mitch slipped him the money to cover the broken adornments during the brawl. "I believe this ought to cover the damages," he belched. Slim pocketed the bills and smiled appreciatively.

A little over a half hour had passed when Mitch was approached yet again. Three more individuals had managed to gather up a hundred each in hopes of having a turn at the piece of pie in the back room. Word of her talents had been spreading like wild fire ever since the first group of three had emerged. However, just as Mitch was contemplating putting Mysteria through another round of servicing, his cell phone rang.

Mitch held up his hand telling the men to wait. He chirped like a canary, upon hearing Chad's voice. He listened to what Chad had to offer, and made up his mind instantly. "Sure thing," he said into the phone, "we can be there in about two hours!" Mitch clicked the phone closed with a toothy grin. "Sorry boys! Our starlet has another appearance she has to get to. Maybe next time ... Keep your eyes out for her next appearance, and be the first in line!"

There was an audible groan from the men as they slunked off. Mitch hailed Slim, and asked if there was any way, that he and Mysteria could slip out a back door, once Mysteria was done. "As long as I get to go through her back door, I'll let you outta mine," Slim laughed heartily.

"Deal!" Mitch exclaimed.

Mitch then called the cabbie who had delivered them to the hotel earlier. He made arrangements for that very same driver to pick them up at the rear of the bar in approximately two hours. The cabbie agreed energetically, adding that he had a client who was interested, and needed to make an appointment. Mitch thought carefully, and then arranged for an exclusive pickup on the way back from Mysteria's college appearance. Mitch also promised the driver a little something for his efforts!

A short while later, the three men that had gone in second, reemerged from the room, with a noticeable bow-legged hobble, and smiles as wide as their rosy faces would allow! They each were wildly received by their peers with whistles, cheers, and high five hand slaps!

Slim came over to Mitch with an expectant look, and Mitch escorted Slim into the room. The smell of sweat and raw sex immediately assaulted them when they entered. They nodded towards Bubba only briefly, before turning their attention to the worn out rag doll laying limp upon the card table. Slim turned to Mitch with a concerned look upon his face. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

Mitch looked towards Bubba, who was sitting comfortably at the bar, shrugging his shoulders. Concentrating on Melinda, Mitch caught a glimpse of her cum covered face, her splayed pussy oozing onto the felt of the card table, and her sweat covered body, gasping for air. Her tits rose and fell sharply with each breath she took, and her nipples shot directly towards the ceiling. Her eyes had a far away look that Mitch couldn't interpret. It was as if she didn't know where she was, or what she was doing ...

Mitch shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you want! She can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Her pussy is a cock hungry bottomless hole, and her ass is simply irresistibly fuckable! She just craves cock and sex, any way she can get. Ain't that right Mysteria?" She didn't answer him, but she didn't object or refuse either.

Bubba piped in at that moment, tossing another bar towel in their direction, telling them, they should clean her up! Mitch and Slim agreed, and roughly cleaned up the majority of the slime that covered her body, roughly dipping the towel into her pussy and ass to absorb all the cum deposited there! When they were done, Mysteria was presentable enough for Slim's taking.

With Mitch's help, they moved Mysteria from the card table to the pool table, where they laid her nearly comatose body on her back. Slim immediately went to town, pinching and twisting her nipples with determined effort, never having been exposed to something so freakishly large before. He was like a kid in a candy shop, playing with her nipples, torturing them to the point that Mysteria came alive yet again. Moans and groans soon filled the room as her body began squirming atop the billiards tabletop.

Slim took one look at her well used pussy and determined there was no way he was going to get any satisfaction from that hole. So rather than fuck it with his cock, he grabbed a pool cue and pushed the fat end of the stick into her pussy. It eagerly swallowed the stick, and Slim commented on how much she could take, continually pushing it deeper and deeper, until he finally his some resistance! For the next several minutes, he fucked her with the stick until he had her writhing in a combination of pain and pleasure from the deep penetration. His free hand concentrated on her clit, rubbing it incessantly, pushing her tired body even further. He didn't stop until Mysteria erupted in a gut wrenching, screaming plea for him to stop, her body thrashing uncontrollably.

Mitch watched with aroused interest, as Slim used Mysteria in unique ways, finally flipping her over, and shoving his hard cock into her ass. He had climbed aboard the pool table and was now thrusting his cock into her with such heated passion, Mitch was sure the slate top would crack, and the table would fold in half! A few minutes later, Slim screamed out a release, as Mysteria groaned out a mutual relief.

Slim got cleaned up as Mysteria lay there, even worse for wear than when Slim had entered. Mitch gathered up Mysteria's belongings, encouraging her along, and with Bubba's help, escorted her out the back door, and into the waiting cab, before even giving her a chance to redress. Bubba jumped into the front seat, while Mitch climbed into the back with Mysteria! The cabbie ran off into the early evening darkness, headed towards the university!

"You remember Chad?" Mitch cooed into Mysteria's ear. "He's arranged for a little party with him and some of his friends! He wanted us to stop by for a little fun!"

Mitch dug into his pocket and pulled out another capsule. Grabbing her hand, he placed it in her palm and handed her a bottle of water! "Take this! It'll make you feel a hundred times better!"

Mitch then handed Mysteria, her clothing back, telling her she'd have an opportunity to clean up a little better, when they reached Chad's dormitory! Mitch looked towards Bubba, who was urging the cabbie to drive a little faster towards their destination! Mitch could only smile! His little one man operation was turning into a goldmine! All the pieces were in place!

Mysteria had apparently taken the pill, and gotten dressed as best she could. Mitch looked at her, and it seemed as if something was on her mind, but she was holding something back. "Is everything okay? I mean, you are on track to be a big movie star, right? Well, you can consider me your personal assistant here in LA! I'll take care of everything while you're here, okay? You'll be fine! Trust me!"

Suddenly Mysteria began babbling some nonsensical stuff about, not being who she was supposed to be ... that this was all too confusing ... that she wasn't like this ... that she shouldn't be doing this ... and so on. Mitch wasn't sure what to make of it, only assuming that the drugs may be having a side effect on her. But then she continued on about how good the sex was ... that she just can't bring herself to say no ... that she loves being the focus of attention ... that her tits are always so sensitive ... and so on!

Mitch had no other reason he could imagine for Mysteria's babbling, other than the drugs. He didn't quite know what to make of her insistence that she needed to talk to him. He shrugged and assured her they'd have plenty of time to ... talk!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda felt goofy and giddy as the big biker fucked her. Her head seemed so very light. She again pondered if she were in a dream or of things were real. At times, she wanted to pinch herself, except the biker's cock kept pounding into her over and over again. She couldn't help but to give in to her needs and to satisfy the vibrant demanding lover.

No sooner had the big biker man finished up with her and then a cowboy in a blue jean jacket and a black cowboy hat had moved into place and he was lying flat on the floor and Melinda was riding his cock - up and down. It was so easy. She was filthy hot and dirty with cum, and it felt so right and dreamy.

"This can't be real... Oh yess.... I'm'.... riding... like a horse on the merry-go-round" Melinda squealed as the cowboy used his hands to force Melinda a little higher into the air and then to slam down a little faster. As the pace quickened, she gyrated onto his big hard pecker, sending him grunting and her giggling.

"No way... Uuuuughhhh" Melinda grunted as the cowboy found a certain sweepot that delighted her senses.

"That 's it cowgirl... You ride the bull" the man teased with Melinda as he grinned from ear to ear in disbelief what his money had bought him tonight. He was fucking a pron star. He couldn't wait to tell his buddies. He had snapped a few pictures of Mysteria Hardwood as she fucked away the big biker and then lay spread eagle for him.

Melinda picked up the black cowboy hat and waved it in the air as she screamed out new sweet sounds.

"Oh my" she giggled as the cowboy grunted fiercely and she felt a new stream of hot sticky cum filling her up. The cowboy was real gent as he keep pumping for another minute trying to get Melinda off but it didn't work. Unknown to Melinda she was just too exhausted. She was running out of gas.

As she got up, the cowboy was all grins as he recovered his black hat and thanked her.

"That was a fine fuck ma'am" he assured her and Melinda grinned foolishly. She was naked and grinning like a fool as he snapped another two pictures for mementos.

"I'm wiped" Melinda told the rough man near the bar. He had a certain "I don't give a fuck" attitude and he pointed to a third man who was waiting at the bar. His cock was bulging in his pants and she knew he had been watching and waiting.

"I can't" Melinda was about to mumble but the third guy, was young, maybe nineteen and he simply moved right on up and lifted Melinda off the ground as he guided her to a small table.


"Just shut up bitch.... I'll do all the work.... You just do what you do best... Look pretty... Touch yourself.... and spread those sexy legs so I can fuck your pussy... You're a sloppy slut.... and you remind me of my x-girlfriend Sally Brown.... I'm going to fuck you,,, and call you Sally" the young man with the blond hair and mustache spoke in a soft sinister whisper.

Melinda fought to keep her eyes open but couldn't. She was beat tired. The rough roughly opened her legs and pinned them against his shoulders. His cock sloshed right in - all the way deep within her in one strong stroke.

"Just like you Sally.... All hot and ready... Fucked by half the room" the young man shouted at Melinda.

"Ughhhh" Melinda grunted for a quick second as she tried to clamp down on his cock and it sent a splurt of cum and caused a weird sensation.

"Just shut the fuck up Sally... I'm going to bone you real good.... One last time" the cowboy told Melinda as he worked his pointy cock back and forth in a saw like motion.

"Now grab your tits... You know I like that... Sally " the cowboy coached and Melinda cupped her breasts as best she could.

"You always had great tits... Like you momma.... Now Sally I got to confess something...." the cowboy whispered as he continued to ram his cock back and forth with a growing sense of urgency.

"What?" Melinda managed to mumble on cue to his little game.

"I fucked your little sister too... While we were going out.... But your cunt is twice as hot....." the cowboy confided as he grunted as Melinda could sense he was running at full tilt.

"Oh fuckkk" Melinda grunted as her body was coming back to life and her mind was in turmoil from the sensations overwhelming her body.

"This is my good bye to you Sally.... Now that your sister is pregnant is my bastard.... I'm leaving the state forever.... This is my farewell present .... Tell your momma... You raised two real sluts!" the cowboy spoke in an icy voice.

"Ooooooo" Melinda moaned as she felt the cowboy's cock spewing his load of cum deep within her. But just as he finished he yanked out hard before she had a chance to catch up with him.

Melinda closed her eyes and was asleep. She was exhausted and could barely move. She was mumbling. Then there was a another man. She could hear others calling him Slim or something like that. He was starting to fuck her but she was too tired to open her eyes or even speak. He fucked away and she drifted off.
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Melinda woke several minutes later. She was confused since Mitch and Bubba were helping into a taxi or something. Then she was asleep again. Then awake for a few seconds and Mitch seemed to actually help her get dressed.

"What.... Where are we?" Melinda has managed to speak out. She recognized his face. He was Mitch or Mick, she sometimes called him both names. She remembered one was a nickname or something.

"Yeahhhh.. okay..." Melinda mumbled as Mitch gave her a few more of his aspirins. They'd help her sleep she figured. She must have drank too much she assumed as her head felt so weird.

"Chad?" Melinda squeaked out as her eyes opened. Her energy was coming back thanks to a rush from the drugs. She remembered Mitch had said something but it was foggy.

Why would Chad be here? Melinda thought as it seemed too far fetched and out of context for her brain.

"We're in a taxi..." Melinda made the mental break through as the cabbie applied his brakes before a large campus dormitory.

"What are we doing here?... I think someone made a wrong turn" she giggled foolishly as she looked to Mitch.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

College Party! (Sunday continued)

Mitch eyed Mysteria's progression very carefully as they drove towards the dormitories. She was practically passed out when they had gotten into the cab, unable to keep herself upright! But now, after taking the uppers, she was beginning to come to with a certain giddiness and happiness once again! She still looked well-fucked, her hair a wild mess, her makeup totally worn off! That was easily corrected.

When they reached the campus, Chad was there to greet them, and hurriedly ushered the entourage into the building, up the elevator, and into an empty dorm room. Chad's eyes never left Mysteria's body, eyeing it hungrily, recalling the earlier exploits on the bus. The hallway was surprisingly empty, but Chad explained to Mitch, that this was the football team's dorm, and this floor was reserved for the starting seniors. They were all at the practice complex, reviewing films from yesterday's big game.

They had about a half hour before they would return! Chad and Mitch, both agreed it would be wise for Mysteria to clean up before they arrived. So Bubba escorted Mysteria across the hallway, into the community shower. Once inside, Bubba stood with arms folded, back against the door, blocking anyone's entrance, while also ensuring Mysteria got cleaned up. "Better wash up that slut-ass body, and make yourself A-one prime meat! Them football boys are gonna want a real party girl!"

Bubba eyed her menacingly as she stripped out of her meager outfit in plain view of his hungry eyes! He contemplated fucking her again before she was used by the football players, but he opted not to, having sampled her once already tonight! Maybe, at the end of the night, he might take a blowjob from her, he considered! Mysteria stepped into the hot shower and began cleaning the sweat and grime from her body, eventually getting herself clean, while the drugs took full control of her body, bringing it back to life, along with her senses. By the time she stepped out of the shower, she was squeaky clean, alert, and seemingly ready for a party, a bright beaming smile forming on her face as she wrapped a meager towel, barely about her midriff. Her enormous tits made it impossible for her to cover her naked sex with the towel. Her pussy lips were still swollen from all the fucking she'd received earlier.

Bubba escorted Mysteria back to the room across the hall where Chad and Mitch were waiting. Already having prepared the scenario, Chad and Mitch had laid out some clothes for Mysteria to wear! It really wasn't much, but the effect was stunning when Mysteria donned the football uniform. She slipped into the white padded pants and then donned the tear-away jersey that barely came below her giant tits, her taut midriff, fully exposed. Chad smudged black mascara under her eyes to complete the look.

Mysteria looked incredible in the mock football uniform. It was appropriate, since she was going to be partying with twenty two football players! What Mysteria didn't know, was that the uniform she was wearing, was that of their rival opposition! It would create quite a scene when she, as she was instructed to do so, walk into the locker room, and exclaim in mock shock, "Oooops, looks like I entered the wrong locker room!"

Mysteria, being the consumate film star, should have no problem pulling off the simple line. She actually seemed to giggle at the prospect of entering the male locker room!

The foursome had slipped out of the corridor, and made their way through the darkness that settled upon the campus, just before the film reviews were completed. Hididng out in a hallway of the athletic complex, they could hear the meeting let out as the coaches and players filtered by before leaving. The twenty two players who had contributed money to this evenings efforts, instead, headed straight to the locker room!

Chad winked towards Mysteria and Mitch, silently giving the go-ahead for Mysteria to proceed with her performance! There was some trepidation and hesitation as Mysteria looked to the faces of the three men escorting her. Mitch's hand slapped sharply across her ass, sending Mysteria towards the locker room. They walked towards the door and saw Mysteria's hand grip the handle, taking a deep breath of confidence, which caused her breasts to swell even more, before she tugged on the steel door and marched forward.

Inside, unsure of what they'd find, there was only a short hallway, but the sound of men and their locker room talk filled the concrete room. When Mysteria inched forward, she found that the hallway opened up to a large room, lockers lining the walls, in front of which were lined long wooden benches. In the far corner there was an opening which led to another community shower structure, and in the other corner, there was an opening which led to the weight room, fully equipped with all the latest nautilus, and free-weight training equipment. Twenty two, excellently toned, athletic bodies were dotted throughout the room, in various stages of undress. The variety of virile masculinity available ranged the full gamut. Mysteria's eyes widened as she took in the entire scene, the bared muscles were rippling on the bodies of the men as they continued to undress. Her eyes were naturally drawn to the wide array of cocks coming into view as the young men shed their pants. All shapes, sizes, and colors were popping into view, each one with high expectations, and needy desire!

Mysteria was practically speechless, standing motionless in her spot, until a strong voice snapped and got everyone's attention!

"Well! What's this? What do we have here?"

Mysteria's head turned as her eyes focused on the source, a six-foot five, incredibly large black man, standing totally naked, his semi-rigid cock already twitching as it swelled. Meanwhile, the remainder of eyes in the room all focused on the controversially clad starlet, standing nearly in the middle of their locker room!

There was a brief moment of deafening silence as Mysteria's eyes scanned the entire room, before she meekly uttered, ... "ummm, ooops, it looks like I've entered the wrong locker room!"

The next thing Mysteria's escorts knew, there was a raucous roar that exploded from within the room. She was practically gang tackled by the wild horde, and quickly stripped of her clothing! The next several hours were a blur as Mysteria was laid upon the bench, used and abused by nearly every one there. But the young men's virility didn't stop there, moving her then to the weight room, where they positioned her on various pieces of machinery, so they could easily fuck her pussy and ass with ease, while also enjoying the talents of her mouth! As if that wasn't enough, by the time they all had their share, Mysteria looked as ragged as when she had arrived, albeit a sense of gratified satisfaction on her face, the men dragged her to the showers, where they had yet another round of sexual escapades with the porn starlet! They had paid dearly for this opportunity, and they were going to take full adavantage of it!

Mysteria was being taken one, two, three, at a time, each of her holes being stuffed by a different cock. She practically always had at least one, if not two cocks in her hands at all times, constantly bathing in the warm juices as they either filled her, or splashed over her. "Cocks, cocks, and more cocks .... mmm I just love cocks," she could be heard murmuring between mouthfulls of fresh meat! The young men quickly learned that her trigger was those freakishly long nipples, and they abused them at will, keeping Mysteria on a non-stop rollercoaster ride of sexual bliss!

During the endeavor, while Bubba kept a watchful eye on Mysteria's well-being, Chad and Mitch divided up the money collected. Mitch handed Chad a few more dollars for some of the latest pharmaceuticals available on the campus! He knew he'd have to keep Mysteria going, but that she'd also have a difficult time sleeping tonight, after all the ecstasy and uppers she had taken so far!

Mysteria's escorts watched as one by one, the exhausted and spent players packed up and called it quits. Each one commented to Chad that it was money well spent, and that they'd most likely do it again! When the last player, a three hundred sixty pound tackle, finally left, Mysteria practically crawled from the shower, exhaustedly plopping herself down on a nearby bench!

Mitch and Chad walked over to her, and Mitch rather calmly, yet very demandingly said, "I think you owe Chad a bit of gratitude for setting this up this little party! Show him how grateful you are for giving you this opportunity!" ...

 

[little_golden]

Melinda Gordon was slowly returning to life as the uppers that had been forced upon her took effect. It was like an electric shock to her body, and she went from limp and exhausted to temporarily re-charged.

Wow… My energy is coming back… Wow… that must be like a second wind or something Melinda realized as her heart was racing.

She had no idea that when her body and mind crashed a second time, she would be twice as tired, twice as sore, and a little mixed up and confused as to what she had done and said to others. Upon each drug users the side effects could be very different. Unknown to Melinda she had been playing a dangerous game as she mixed her alcohol with the uppers. Never would she have been so foolish. She had assumed they were harmless aspirin to help her head. Melinda was flying higher than even before.

Mitch shuffled Melinda along. The small building they entered had a distinctive male odour. It was a combination of sweat, stinky old socks, and stale beer. Melinda passed rows of rooms and knew she was in a college dormitory.

Where are we…. Another party… I think I’m up for it…. But hey…. I don’t know… this is crazy Melinda thought as she half staggered and half bounced along.

The common shower had a dozen or so stainless steel shower heads projecting was a white tiled wall. There were cracks on the floor and a variety of dirty stains on the floor. On the wall was a small soap tray and a half empty bottle of shampoo.

“This place is filthy” laughed Melinda as she wandered through the large shower room.

Melinda didn’t remember who had suggested taking a shower but she knew it was a great idea. She slipped off the slut outfit and slipped off her wig. After placing them on a worn wood bench Melinda and her huge bouncing ripe breasts skipped across the room and then slipped into a hot stream of water.

“This is great,,,, I love this!” Melinda giggled as she let the water refresh her. She felt music in her soul and her hips swayed back and forth. Her mind was flying high and free. She thought nothing of the fact that she was in a male college dormitory, in a communal shower, with Mitch, Bubba and the college kid from the bus. She felt giddy and carefree. For the moment she had no worries or inhibitions.

The hot water pounded against her body and soothed her aching body. Unknown to Melinda had she not had the uppers she would have been asleep, or passed out from the alcohol. Instead, she was now dancing, to imaginary music that played in her head. It was a wonderful twenty minutes as the dirt, grim, scum, and cum was cleansed from her delightful body. The pulsating water worked a magical rejuvenation and restored her senses. The buzz in her head made her feel light on her feet, care free, mellow, happy and temporarily unaware of her surrounding or the impending doom.

“Happy… happy… dance to the music…. Oh yeah…. Dance… dance… dance” Melinda mumbled as she twirled under the shower.

Every so often Melinda glanced over at Bubba. She wasn’t exactly sure why he was standing there but she knew his dark eyes were glancing her up and down over and over. Her sixth sense was working overtime and she could feel his need for her and the frustration that he was having in not being able to act upon it. Melinda had a certain devilish delight as she pretended he wasn’t there and made a point of putting on quite a little show as he lathered her body and washed herself off several times.


“Where’s my towel? It’s pink… It’s usually on the back of the bathroom door….” Melinda laughed as she turned off the water and took a few unsteady steps towards Bubba.

It was the college kid that emerged from a corner with two white towels. Melinda hadn’t noticed him and wondered where he had been hiding so quietly.

“Thank you… You’re so sweet…” Melinda told him as she accepted the two towels and used one to wipe off her delicious body. The second towel she wrapped her long hair. The college kid had a wonder lust look on his face.

Melinda hands were a little unsteady and she was glad to have a little help with her make-up. She didn’t fully comprehend why she was being dressed up as a football player. It was some type of prank she realized.

The men were talking and Melinda didn’t really understand everything.

“Sure… I can do that” Melinda giggled nervously as she agreed to the prank the men were planning. The college kid was very excited.

Some type of college prank… Okay… I have one line… I can remember that….. After all… I’m a profess… professional actress Melinda mentally reminded herself. Mitch and the college kid were going over the directions a s second time. They were busy telling her what to do and say. Melinda was nodding her head trying to keep it straight in her head.

I walk to the door… I open the door… I walk in…. I smile… I say…..Easy as 1-2-3…. Melinda repeated the directions trying to keep it straight. It seemed a little strange to her that she was having a hard time focusing. She assumed that maybe too much sex made a woman get too silly. Everything seemed a little silly at the moment and she had a giddy sensation throughout her body.

Mitch and the college kid were guiding Melinda somewhere. She wasn’t quite sure where they were going. She was wearing a football jersey. It was oversized and she felt warm in it.

Melinda felt a second of anxiety before she burst into a fit of giggles as the men pointed her to the locker room and reminded her to walk right in and then to announce her lines like a pro.

“Here I go!” announced Melinda as she hurriedly walked into the locker room.

 

[little_golden]

THE MORNING AFTER THE FOOTBALL TEAM GANGBANG

Melinda awoke the next morning. Her head was pounding and she felt sick to her stomach. The dingy motel room stank of liquor, cigarettes, and stale sex. She felt dirty from head to toe and in every crevice in between. There were pieces of memories in her sweet head but they didn’t make any sense. It was confusing and frustrating and her head hurt too much to think about it. When Melinda half sat up in bed, naked, she realized that it was her own body that stank., her hair in particular, was matted to her head and very tangled. Her body was exhausted.

“Oh my head…. My aching head… I’m so sore and tired” Melinda groaned as she opened her eyes and glanced around the room. To Melinda’s relief the motel room was empty. The flowered wall paper was peeling, several flies scrambled about the room. Though in the corner, she could still Mitch’s clothing and bags. For the moment he was around and she was glad.

I guess his stuff is still here… But where is he…. Melinda thought for a split second.

Melinda shook her head several times trying to clear her head. Little bits of memories came flashing back. She remembered fucking at the cowboy dance bar. But she couldn’t see the faces of her many lovers but she remembered Bubba. His face was a little blurry in her mind but she remembered his face. He had been rough and so strong with her. She couldn’t recall what had caused Bubba to be so strong and aggressive to her. Melinda wondered if she had somehow provoked the big man. But she just didn’t know for sure.

There was something wrong about that… I don’t remember going there…. It was like I just woke up… I don’t understand it… Melinda tried to sort out the mess.

There was a rush of stale sticky cum as Melinda shifted her weight and moved her curvy little legs moved towards the floor. For a second she felt light headed but managed to place her feet on the floor as she stepped upwards.

I’ve got to get up…. What time is it? Where are the Tylenol?... Where is my purse? flashed through Melinda’s brain.

She looked down and saw a football jersey on the floor. It triggered a flashback of the previous night.

What the heck is going on? I remember … a football team…. Or something…. I must have fucked twenty guys…. But it’s not there… My brain is so blank…. A college or high school or something…. I know I took a shower with Bubba… No … near Bubba… A big black guy…. Several of them… Or something…. I don’t even remember where I was… or how I got there… or back here…. It wasn’t a dream…. I’m sure of it…. This is too crazy…. Mitch was there… He knows… That shirt I wore it…. Where is he? He can clear this up… He knows what’s going on… Melinda sorted out the tidbits of information and tried to sort out the mystery.

“Mitch?” Melinda called out with a quiver in her voice. In truth she hoped he was long gone since he was nothing but trouble to her, However, right now, she wanted to find him. She needed to know what the heck was going on. She reasoned that Mitch knew what had happened the previous night.

A naked Melinda ran about the dingy motel room in a panic. In several places Melinda saw cigarette burns to the stained brown carpet. Her big boobs bounced about in a silly fashion as she rushed about in a craze desperate manner. In such a small place the search took only a few seconds as she realized that Mitch was neither in the bedroom nor the bathroom. Unknown to Melinda Mitch had stepped out for a few conveniences.

“Mitch where are when I actually need you?” Melinda called out in frustration.

Realizing that she was alone and feeling foolish, Melinda looked about and eventually found her purse. She was relieved to find her cell phone. She flipped you it open and dialed home. It rang several times before the answering machine kicked in. It was her own voice on the answering machine which only frustrated her all the more. Melinda was on edge and very agitated. When the answering machine beeped, Melinda left a short message:

“Hi Jim… I meant to call last night but fell asleep at the hotel…. Everything is going fine…. I’ll be a few more days … You know ghosts… Sometimes they just are just not ready to cross over…. Well… I’ll call back tonight…. All my love Jim…. Melinda”

For a moment Melinda was re-grounded in reality. The mess of her life crashed around her head. She knew there was little she could do about last night but hoped that she could wiggle everything that happened out of Mitch. She found a bottle of Tylenol and took two pills to calm her aching head.

“I need a shower… I have to get ready… the limo is coming… I’m going to be late” Melinda spoke aloud to herself. She assumed she had been thinking in her head though the words came from her mouth. Melinda rushed into the dirty shower stall and let the rusty coloured water flow from the faucet. She waited a full thirty seconds until the colour changed from rust to a gray colour. Melinda hurried into the shower and let

Melinda lost track of time. Her brain wobbled through a series of images. She remembered being fucked by the vacuum salesman. Then she remembered the group of homeless men. Their faces faces seemed so clear. Her bus trip was so vivid too.

I’m not the same woman I was… Would Jim even love me anymore?... I’ve changed so much… Melinda realized.

Melinda put her mental efforts back to the football jersey. The football uniform was so real, the mental images of the football balls seemed ghostly and unreal. Melinda tried to focus her brain and though the pain was dulled from the Tylenol, and the hot water had help to restore her, her brain was so scrambled. She tried again and again to remember and make sense of it all.

Twenty minutes later the cold water of the shower, brought Melinda to an awareness, that she should be clean and needed to get out of the shower. After turning off the faucet, and using a grayish white towel Melinda dried herself and began to get ready for her pick up.

“I’ve got to hurry” Melinda spoke aloud.

Melinda had no sooner finished her make-up, hair, and fixing her blond wig, when a soft thudding on the door reminded her that she had been awaiting a lift to the movie studio. There was a gruff voice that called out in a harsh firm voice:

“Let’s go lady… You’re the last one… We’re going to be late unless you hustle your ass!”

Melinda rushed to her bag and found a skimpy white knit dress that she quickly slipped on. It was tight and it took a few seconds to pull it down and to cover what she could. It wasn’t a perfect fit but she managed to get her big boobs placed and pulled it as far as possible to cover her upper thighs.

“Okay…. I’m coming!” Melinda called through the door as she found a pair of white three inch heels. Carrying them in her hand she rushed to the motel door and exited. The motel door locked automatically as she left. Before her, the old black limousine was waiting with a door open. She scanned around the parking lot but still couldn’t see any sign of Mitch.

Melinda rushed to the car, entered, and closed the door behind her. There were five other girls in the waiting car seats. A big black man in his forties sat behind the steering wheel while a smaller but broader little Italian in his late fifties sat in the front passenger’s seat. The girls, looked more like hookers in Melinda’s mind. They were smoking and drinking freely. Two of the women were obviously drug addicts. One was probably eighteen years old at most. One girl was Black and had the slim muscular body of a runner. One girl had a rough street look to her. The girls seemed a little standoffish to Melinda. A few of the girls were making small talk or laughing as the limousine rolled away.


WAREHOUSE STUDIO

The stage manager, an old Chinese matron named Miss Chan, who carried a horse prod in her hand, met the girls when the limousine pulled up to the old battered warehouse. There was a ten foot chain link fence that surrounded the small property and there was a certain smell of the sea.

Smells like fish[ Melinda decided.

“This way… This way… Hurry up… Lots of work to do… ” Miss Chan barked out.

Melinda felt a loss of control as the girls were herded out like sheep and then corralled into the building. Though she was with the other five women she felt very alone. It didn’t seem real to her.

There were several security types lingering near the entrances, but they looked more like gang members than real security guards. But these half dozen men looked much more menacing and intimidating than any security guard she had ever seen. They had long looks at the six porno stars.

“This way girls… It’s going to be a busy day… very busy… We got roles to assigns, costumes to get ready, parts to learn, film to shoot, and money to make” the old Chinese lady Miss Chan called out in a hard and firm voice. She was waiving the black leather horse prod menacingly.

“The production crews are ready…. You need to get your asses moving… Hurry up…. No drinking or drugs without permission…” Miss Chan yelled out as she rushed the porn stars along. The tone was more serious and menacing. It had a no nonsense tone.

“Such pretty sluts…. We’re making you famous…. Everyone will pay attention to you… Every man’s dream will be fulfilled by you… Such pretty sluts” the old Miss Chan coached the girls as they were rushed into a smaller room and assigned seats.

An older man, bald, full gray beard, and smoking a big cigar, told the group of girls and Miss Chan:

“I’m Mr. Smithers… Ok girls… I run the talent pool… with a little help from Miss Chan… I know several of you girls can’t read, don’t worry, we’ll just assign roles. We’ll keep things really simple… You won’t have to do any thinking… You girls just have to look pretty and Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!! That’s all your fans want…. That’s what your agent wants… That’s why you girls are here today and getting paid to do… Don’t ask questions, just do as your told, look pretty and always fuck fuck fuck!” Mr. Smithers coached.

“We’ll tell you the lines as you go… Listen to the director… Just relax and go with it… Try to be natural… Try to pretend the studs you’re fucking are the true loves in your lives… Just fuck their big dicks with a smile… Go the extra mile to satisfy them and yourselves… Just relax… Let it go” Mr. Smithers advised the group of pron actresses.

Melinda’s mind drifted for a moment as she looked in disbelief first at the old Chinese woman, and then Mr. Smithers. They were talking to her as if she were stupid. It felt demeaning. The other girls didn’t even seem to notice or object. She wasn’t listening as names were announced and roles were handed out and briefly explained. Then it hit her that these other girls had done this before. It was just routine for them.

She thought of Jim, her little antiques store and her small time life.

I don’t belong here… I’m so confused… To them I’m just some dumb slut… I can see this in their eyes… Melinda thought to herself.

“Mysteria Hardwood?” Miss Chan declared.

“Yes” Melinda quickly answered.

“Pay attention… Mr. Smithers is announcing your parts.” Miss Chan chastised her.

“Oh sorry ma’am” Melinda answered meekly and lowered her eyes in deference.

“You have three roles today… Three Nipple Nancy… Preggy Peggy…. And Perky Princess Patricia” Mr. Smithers announced to the smiles of the girls.

“”Mysteria, you’re the junior girl, this time you’ll be muffing and fluffing when you’re not on camera.

Melinda wasn’t clear on what that entailed but she nodded her head.

“Next stop… Make up… Okay girls… Shed your clothes before we go.. There is a box for each of you… Right now… Hurry up… You’ll get robes in wardrobe… Hurry now… Such pretty sluts” Miss Chan chided Melinda and the slowpokes in the group.

It was humbling as Mr. Smithers watched with a dirty old grin. The girls complied and followed Miss Chan down the hall. The other five girls didn’t even blink as they were paraded away.

“Nice tits Mysteria!” Mr. Smithers called out as Melinda followed the group. Her face reddened but no one noticed.

“We’ve got to get they jumbo nipples front and centre on film!” Mr. Smithers added with a sly wink.

The next room was full of bright lights. One by one Miss the girls were shown to a tall thin well dressed man named Sandy. He talked with a squeaky voice and had an arrogant air as he inspected the girls from head to toe.

“Make sure the make-up people cover up those tattoos… Sindy Sinful make sure they do something with that scar on your ass… Belinda Blows make sure that scar on your tummy is well hidden!” Sandy announced in his squeaky voice.

“I hate that queer” one of the girls whispered to another and then it clicked to Melinda that Sandy was probably gay. Of course, that didn’t bother Melinda.

“New girl… Calling me a queer… Let me guess… I recognize the others… You’re Mysteria Hardwood… Walk around again… I want a closer look” Sandy spoke in a harsh and threatening tone.

“But..but” Melinda started to stammer but she was cut off by Sandy.

“Shut up bitch… Just do as we say… We don’t pay the meat to think!” Sandy spoke cruelly.

“But” Melinda tried again to explain.

“Enough… Enough… I’m keeping my eye on you Mysteria Hardwood… Around here you’re the new girl… and I don’t want any attitude from you… “ Sandy warned.

Melinda now had an uneasy queasy feeling in the pit of her tummy.

“Girls…Next stop… I’ll show you the production area… Then the trailers” Miss Chan barked out.

“Come on my little sluts!” Miss Chan encouraged.

Melinda and the other girls were escorted through a hall. They arrive in a huge room with a dozen sets already for filming. But this was no Hollywood production. Both the cast and crew had a hard edge to them. The cameramen were husky and rough. A few of the security biker types guarded the exits. One dude, who looked like he weighed 300 lbs, was in full gang colors. He had a very rough look to him and seemed more than a little stoned. He smiled and took long glances at all the women who came or left the site.

The girls were divided into various sets by Miss Chan.

A large well headed man spoke up and introduced himself as Mr. Charles:

“There you are… Mysteria… Mysteria Hardwood right”

Melinda felt strange standing naked before the stranger. But he didn’t look her up and down.

Mr. Charles spoke very clearly:

“Okay… Okay you only have one big film out… So your still pretty much a virgin to the big screen… It’s a busy set today we’re shooting several films simultaneously… It’s all set… Very little talking…. Show us lots of T&A, and pussy…. You’re a pretty girl… ”

Melinda didn’t know what to say so she simply nodded her head.

Mr. Charles kept on chatting away with stage coaching:

“We’ll tell you what to do and say as we go along…. Make sure you moan and groan a lot… The fans love that… You’re a tit girl… So flash em every chance you get… We’re on a tight budget so when you’re not getting changed or on the set you’ll be fluffing the studs… Okay…” Mr. Charles kept on.

“You may have to do a little muffing too…. Just help out where ever you can… Remember you’re the new girl… Kind of like the junior girl in the typing pool… You’re the one who gets the shit jobs’ Mr. Charles kept blabbing away.

“Muffing?” Melinda questioned.

“You know… Get that pink tongue on their sweet spots to keep then aroused” Mr. Charles explained.

He went on:

“Go over to trailer 2 and they’ll set you up” Mr. Charles stated in a very matter of the fact manner. He was obviously very experienced in the movie business and use to being completely in charge.

To Melinda’s surprise the man Charles didn’t really seem to notice her at all. He was one of the first man who looked into her eyes when they met and not somewhere else. He didn’t even bother to eye her up and down and she didn’t feel his eyes burning into her rear end as she walked away. It was a little disappointing to Melinda. It was a strange feeling.

But as Melinda walked towards trailer #2 she realized that there were at least a dozen very pretty and very curvaceous young women walking around getting ready for the day’s shoot.

“Hello… I’m Mysteria Hardwood” Melinda announced to the man at the entrance to trailer #2.

“Great…” Bernie said sarcastically as he looked Melinda up and down as if he was inspecting some sort of flower or piece of jewelry.

“Let’s see… Ummmm…Yep… You need a preggo bump for your first flic today… and special effects” the man (Bernie) declared as he ushered Melinda into the trailer and promptly told her to get up on the chair and to stand straight and look up.

Melinda could see him trying to figure out how to best attach her baby bump and other special features. Melinda hesitated only a second as she found the little chair and stepped up on it.

“Go see Pete in the back room… Tell him baby bump #3… oh hell let’s make you really big… twins… .. let’s go with a #5 baby bump… you got such big tits you’ve got to be eight months pregnant at least… and then for the second scene… you’ll need a lactation hook up…. You got big enough knockers already so we won’t increase them…” Bernie decided as he pointed Melinda to a backroom in the trailer.