Episode 4

Afternoon delight...

Christina Holly had given up being stressed over her man Dixon having another girlfriend. Having heard a butt dialed message of he and some skank who mentioned that she couldn’t wait to marry him, her heart grew distant. She had more than enough men to keep her mind off of losing her happy home sometime in the future. For now, she wouldn’t even confront Dixon, choosing to let him break the news to her in person. She simply didn’t care anymore. A destructive path it may have been, but she was at least feeling wanted. With nowhere else to turn she decided she might as well cling to those who desired her. It did indeed assist her self-esteem. Happy home for as long as happiness lasted.

Toward 2:00 in the afternoon she had a house full of gentlemen callers, today was her time to shine. Having been gangbanged all of the night before at a party she was content to just offer a show. A wide variety of neighbors having just walked in and taken seats as she lay in the middle of her living room floor using her dildo, Christina just could not stop abusing her gorgeous cunt. Not even the thoughts that she was drugged at last night’s party with acid that put her under the spell of a whole new sexual appetite could kill her desires. The sensations, the sounds, the mere lust in her lover’s eyes gave her far too many orgasms. Not that she was complaining. Having never taken drugs in her entire life she found them exhilarating. It made her thrive that much harder in being what her men wanted. Namely ... the best whore in Texas. On her way at least.

Surrounded by eleven men ranging from college level to 40 something’s, one a father and son duo, she did her best to keep their attention. Totally nude as always, looking her sexiest gave her pride in fulfilling their fantasies. Being a plus size, while hardly obese, she was simply more in the proportion of the term Amazon. Christina discovered that men almost preferred her build over petite young sluts with super model beauty. Christina was gorgeous, just working on her figure a bit more these days. All of the hardcore sweaty sex she was getting she had managed to pull off seven pounds in a week. Best diet ever. Stress over Dixon helped. She referred to it as her Dicks In Diet.

“Damn! Look at that whore ram her dildo up her cunt. That sweaty ass bitch is on a mission.” Father told his son, the men in the room hearing him nodded their agreement. Calling her names like bitch, cunt, whore, slut was music to her ears. No more, little Miss Shy!

“Something’s got into her.” Another man standing to her left added, “It’s like she’s obsessed with being watched.”

“Wanted even. I know I want her holes. Soon as she gets worn out, I’m tapping her ass whether she’s tired or not. No mercy I say.”

“What’s going on with you Christina?” One of her first lovers ever chimed in as she pounded her dildo deep inside her pussy, associating fingers terrorizing her clit. Nestor was actually worried for her, she was lost to the world, her audience seemed so very far away. Finally, when she didn’t answer, Nestor jumped from his seat and threw his body down next to her, laying on his side watching her titties bob about. “Yo! You listening to me Chica?”

“I’m fine. You don’t like seeing me fuck myself?” She huffed.

“You know I do. I love watching your fine ass body in action. You just seem ... not yourself. Any other time you would be begging us to fuck your sweet little holes.”

“I’ll get there. I’m just enjoying some me time. Why am I the only one naked? Should I feel insulted?” She tried to break out of her funk.

“Like you said ... we’ll get there.” The father chuckled, “Been a long night for me I’m just enjoying the show. Third shift kills an old guy like me. I’m just hoping for a messy BJ.”

“Gladly! Just let me finish myself off again.”

“Need help Chica?” Nestor gravitated his hand toward her dildo. Letting him take possession she lay back winded and felt him fuck her with her toy, she liked it when men took control. Moaning up a scintillating storm of contained emotion those around her grew more interested in pulling out their cocks. Not everyone was comfy around other men watching them, yet the more they grew to know one another the more open they were. Once the group participated, the room came alive. Hearing men compliment her only gave Christina reason to squirm about, pinching her nipples and mumbling her desires.

“I need you all to fuck me. My pussy wants fed. Cum on me, in me, I don’t care where, just love me and come back for more.”

“That’s more like the Christina I know. Fuck I love you bitch.” A newer more recent addition to her entourage stood up and moved over her, dropping to his knees to jack off across her tits. Nestor finding the guy a bit too close winced hoping the man’s jizz wouldn’t nail him too.

“My homies saw you when you walked by the park to get to the party last night.” Nestor opted to boost her ego, “They been askin’ about you.”

“The guys waxing their cars?”

“Yeah! Rico and Juarez they run a detail shop eight blocks over. When I talked about you, they told me to bring you by. Said they’d put you to work detailing cars.”

“A job?” She giggled, “Why? I like the job I have now. Even if I’m not being paid.”

“You need to get out of the house more Chica.” Nestor reminded her of the fact that she barely set foot out of Dixon’s home. Repositioning as he heard the man over her tits grunting Nestor knew he needed distance. “Shoot her Homie.” While Nestor continued fucking her pussy with her eight-inch dildo the man did just that. Cumming hard on her swirling tits he unloaded three heavy ropes of cum to pool up on her neckline and big ole’ hooters. She yelped at his sudden attack and poised her tongue for him to move toward it. In his final detonation his jizz pelted her lower lip enough to give her a taste of glory.

“Eat up Bitch.” He prodded her, moving closer to let his dick slap her tongue, she sucked the tip of his crown dry while whining at Nestor’s ferocity. Draining his delectable devil of its milk she herself had a massive orgasm, Nestor’s magic working her hormones into a frenzy.

“Dooooooooooon’t stop! Never stop!” She screamed, even as Nestor Campos found his arm growing tired, another boy jumped in to replace him. The new blood and his renewed energy setting a course for her next screaming orgasm kept her very happy. More houseguests unloaded over her in a dramatic wave of white jizz. Not only did her dildo armada trade off continually, squirt after squirt, but so did her towering cum gunners. Ignoring her fresh coat of paint smothering her pores Christina howled and begged for newcomers. Like a revolving door her neighborhood was more than willing to pay a visit. As her living room grew congested, she was forced by a few candidates to roll her messy ass over on the carpet, cum staining the floor regardless of what she thought. Luckily, she owned a Rug Doctor to shampoo in her down time, whenever that was.

With over twenty men from within a four-block radius of Dixon’s house now tormenting her in some fashion, be it her nonstop dildo destruction which moved from her sloppy cunt into her asshole, or the recognition of their uncaring nature, pretty Miss Holly was hoarse but still crying out. Her path to destruction was welcomed as much as it was required. Thus far nobody really fucked her, today they seemed more open to the simple pleasures of guys jerking like virgins on a mission, or toying with her. It didn’t really matter to Christina; she wasn’t happy unless someone was treating her like shit these days. Not really shitty, just abusing her body, her mind, her soul. The day was young.

By 4:30 in the afternoon her eager lovers had begun to diminish, with only three left she rallied every ounce of energy she had left in a three way. On her knees between them she jerked off two while blowing the third, her appetite ravenous she switched from one to the other making certain all of them had equal devotion. Praising her with hot cum unloading into her face all three at once when ready, she embraced a thick milkshake assault. One of them took a bit more initiative and curled his fingers beneath her white slave choker that her mainstay keeper Greg Hogarth had ordered her to wear at all times while Dixon was away. Ramming his cock down her throat regardless of getting the other men’s cum on him he fucked her throat another three minutes releasing a second wave of pent up jizz. Clutching the back of her head with his free hand he made certain his entire beast was down her gullet balls deep, her lower lip even attempting to draw his scrotum in with his penis. The whore was getting good.

Satisfied the man palmed her face and shoved her off balance, his dick dragging out of her throat to slide across her tongue. Once free she toppled back on her meaty ass and sat there silently without expression. Christina Holly was a hopeless mess, sweaty, sticky from dozens of shots of cum all over her, sadly her body odor even reeked of use. Waiting until the three got dressed and ventured out she crawled to her feet and went to the bathroom, peeing first then jumping into a nice hot shower. Cleaning every crevice, every inch, she felt more like her old self. Drying off she heard her front door open and close, expecting more needy cocks to tend to.

“Where are you at slut?” She heard her keeper, Greg.

“Cleaning up! Be right out.” Spritzing on perfume and brushing out her wet hair she gave up and just walked out into the living room. To her shock, not only was Greg there but his cute little girlfriend Loni by his side.

“Hey Christina.” The girl smiled warmly, “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I make something to eat? I haven’t ... really eaten since yesterday.” She sounded depressed, eyes lowering.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Tired of living the good life already?” Greg frowned, wondering if he was going to have to assert control over her.

“Never! You’ve shown me how good life can be. There’s no turning back for me. It’s just ... can I let you hear something?”

“Bring it on.” He nodded, then peered at Loni with an uncertain shrug as to what was making the busty blond so moody.

“Want me to make you something to eat?” Loni felt generous.

“If you want. I have lunchmeat in the fridge. A sandwich is fine, it’s probably all I can get down.” Christina headed to her bedroom to locate her cell on its charging dock. Returning to Greg alone she opted to wait in sharing Dixon’s butt dialed message. Insecure Christina walked to the kitchen and helped build her bologna sandwich with cheddar cheese. She just couldn’t sit idle for thirty seconds. Loni looking worried swiped her plated sandwich and took it to the dining table.

“Sit!”

“You can roll over later.” Greg chuckled standing against the kitchen door frame, his humor fading at Loni’s sneer. “So, I hear you know Loni here’s not my sister.”

“Yes, she told me she wasn’t. You didn’t have to lie about it. I’m not chasing you.”

“Just serving me.”

“I have nothing, so I see no problem with that as long as I don’t offend Loni here.” She plops down into a chair, Loni and Greg deciding to join her at the table. Staring at her sandwich Christina spaces out enough to find Loni so concerned that the girl placed a hand on hers.

“You can talk to us Christina. What’s wrong?”

“This.” Playing the voicemail butt dial message, they hear Dixon having sex with another woman, the female screaming up a storm. His guttural grunting pretty intense in Loni’s imagination. Secretive in her own right Loni liked voices that deep, to her it was bestial and proved how hard the male was trying, it really turned her on. Greg’s voice was weak compared to Christina’s boyfriend, yet he was freaking cute.

“Dixon?” Greg predicted. Loni’s intrigue piqued as her glances shot from Greg to Christina. Loni knew about Christina’s man but hadn’t really had a chance to talk to her slutty new friend about him.

“Keep listening.” Seconds pass then they hear the woman saying, “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“Whoa!” Loni lowered her jaw feeling dread. “Did you know he was seeing another woman?” A negative head shake accompanied by a pout was answer enough. “Awww maaan!” Sympathy sank in and she sneered at Greg, “I better not ever get any butt dial like that, or you’re toast Buddy.”

“Whatever!” Greg chuckled at his girl then shot a glare at Christina, “Get over it! We told you before if he ever dumped you, we’d move you from house to house. We got you Slut!”

“House to house? What?” Loni seemed shocked.

“Yeah, we have the numbers. There’s like forty houses in this neighborhood. She can camp out at any one of those a night or two, pay her rent in sex.”

“You sound like you’re her pimp.” Loni frowned.

“Close enough, but I’m not making money off of her. Well, I guess we did last night, paid for the alcohol. But that won’t happen very often.”

“Don’t make me regret liking you.” Loni pointed at Greg.

“I’m okay with that.” Christina softly sighed, “I don’t own anything really but the clothes on my back.”

“Overrated!” Greg smirked, “You can live without those. Cunt like you should be naked 24/7.”

“Ignore him.” Loni brushed him off with a wave of her hand.

“I don’t want to ignore him. As long as I have shelter and a shower, food ... I’m good.”

“They have you brainwashed.” Loni shook her head. “You could always move back home with your family, right?”

“I will never go back. My grandparents are very ... religious. I escaped with Dixon to get away from them. My parents are deceased.”

“Christina has a good deal here with the surrounding blocks. Fuck thy neighbor is in our bible.” Greg prattled, “Don’t go ruining this for us Lon.”

“You’re all twisted! You can hang at my house if your man goes through with his marriage. I’ll talk to my sister if the time comes. I live with my older sister Payton, she’s 26, single, crazy even, but she works hard. CSAT Therapist at the Community center, you know like Alcoholics Anonymous for Sexual addicts.” A pause to catch her breath she had another thought. “He might be conning this girl too, ever think of that?” Loni had a point, “Heck, that girl sounded really young.”

“I know, right!” Chris looked haunted, “I sounded like that when I was fifteen maybe. Lord, I hope he isn’t a pedophile.”

“She might fit right in around Payton.” Greg was still being a dick not bothering to keep track of the new girls age as any worry. “Wait a sec ... we don’t want her to get help from Payton like that. She needs to keep being our nympho.”

“I like sex.” Christina seemed confused, “I don’t want to stop.”

“Neither does Payton.” Loni frowned, “She ... hides it well. To be honest she’s not as professional as her job title. She gets laid a lot.”

“Damn! How’s come I’m just now learning this about Pete?” Greg winced, “I’d have flirted harder.”

“Do you want dumped?” Loni flipped him off.

“You won’t dump me. We make the perfect freaks.”

“He’s got a point. My entire family is sex addicts.” Loni giggled at Christina then quickly straightened up. “Listen, I wouldn’t even say a word to your man Dixon about this. If it plays out as it sounded you have no say in it, you’re not married to the guy. His loss.”

“Our gain.” Greg added.

“I guess ... what I’m doing behind Dixon’s back is far worse than he wanting to marry someone ... better.” She couldn’t even cry over it all. “I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong that he would look elsewhere. I take good care of him. I cook, clean, pay the bills...”