Episode 7

“A jeweled butt plug?”

Christina Holly brightened up as she unwrapped a small gift from her friend and pampering lover Shawn Kerwin. He was by the far the sweetest of her initial bunch of gangbanging Romeo’s, the batch that had brought out her freaky side weeks ago. Since that day Christina’s inner slut had surfaced with no turning back. She loved sex, the attention, even the being treated like crap part some days, most days. Simple gifts were the best, she hadn’t really gotten anything since the rose in her mailbox and envelope of money they had all contributed toward. Maybe Greg and Loni had told the guys to try and brighten her up after her butt dialed dilemma with her man Dixon. Placing it between her fingers as if a ring she giggles, “Are we engaged now?” She ignored the fact that some random skank had told Dixon she couldn’t wait to marry him. In her insanity Christina found this facsimile diamond far better than an actual proposal.

“HA HA! Like it?” Shawn chuckled, “It was either the blue gem or the red one. They were out of the diamond clear kind. I liked blue because it goes with your eyes.”

“Awww! That’s so sweet. Too bad you can’t see both at the same time.” Her giggles made his day. “Wanna shower with me? I’m wearing a lot of jizz today. I think I’ve been fucked by a dozen guys and not one was you or your buddies.” A pout made her look sad. “You know? I’ve been fucked up the ass three times today this plug might not be needed I’m stretching out without it.”

“Rainy lay!” He laughed, “Just keep it. My treat.”

“I love how you guys spoil me.”

“What can we say? We love ya Christina. The guys may not always talk like they do but ever since you moved in with Dixon, they’ve admired you.”

“Through my windows.” She smirked, “Notice I never close my curtains and blinds these days? Heck my door is always unlocked if anyone wants to come in.”

“Greg’s orders though, right?”

“True! I would have done it without his encouragement. I don’t like being alone.”

“Never again Christina. The whole neighborhood supports you in some way. It might not be financially, but they care.”

“I don’t need much. As long as Dixon doesn’t make me move out, I’ll be fine. I haven’t seen you to tell you, but I think Dixon has another girlfriend on the road.”

“No way!” Shawn dropped his jaw. “That asshole.” He took the butt plug from her and acted as if he were shoving it up the invisible Dixon should he be there. It made her smile. Still, no matter what he was an asshole for lying to her, Christina was no better than he. Dixon had one girlfriend, she had fifty boyfriends, so to speak.

“I did send Dixon pictures of my tan lines. He doesn’t know Theo and his brother did this to me, but he found it sexy. So, maybe there’s hope if he thinks I’m opening up more. I believe he’s wanting a girlfriend that’s wild as a counterbalance to me, the sweet shy one.”

“Boy is he wrong.”

“He wasn’t wrong until you guys showed me how not to be shy. Thank you by the way.”

“So, let him have a girlfriend. You do your thing, he does his.”

“Yes but...” She pauses him to pick her phone up from the floor next to her, she still sitting there from having sex minutes before Shawn had dropped by. Playing Dixon’s butt dial message Shawn grits his teeth at the woman on the other end mentioning the word wife. “See what I mean?”

“Damn! Maybe you should butt dial him and give him a taste of his own medicine.” Her eyes flared at the thought, her expression frozen. It had never occurred to her to reverse psychology the situation.

“I don’t know. That might be too much. We have talked on the phone since and he has never fessed up to the other woman. Loni thinks he’s just playing some other girl. I mean ... I live with him, she doesn’t.”

“Yet!” He pointed out, “So, he wasn’t uptight over your forehead tan line saying Slut?”

“No. We talked about our sex life though. He wants us to try new things which comes easy for me now thanks to all of you. I told Dixon my new friend Loni helped me with the tanning. Now he wants us to swing with another couple.”

“Loni and Greg?”

“It’s a thought but I’m almost afraid to bring it up to them.”

“Greg would do it in a heartbeat. I’m sure he could talk Loni into it.”

“Please don’t mention this until I decide how best to approach them.”

“No problem! Unlike the others you can talk to me about anything. I’m your confidante beautiful.”

“I do.” She heard him and poised the butt plug on her engagement finger’s close proximity.

“Maybe we should have a mock wedding sometime. You only wearing a veil and that butt plug.” He laughed.

“I’d do it.” She giggled, “Can we stop talking about Dixon and his needs right now. Come shower me with water and affection. You can put a ring on my pucker after I’m clean.”

“Let’s do it BeOUNCYe.” Beyonce! Hand in hand they walked into the bathroom and started the water. Stripping Shawn was her honor, taking her time to let him know she valued his friendship through gentle nuzzles around his penis and a light peck to his quite full balls. Once undressed they stepped into the shower and pampered one another.

Soap opera!

Twenty miles outside of Yuma, Arizona ... Hotter than Hades on a winter day.

“Moon that trucker.”

“On it, daddy.” Venus Luella Flye obeyed the driver Dixon Moretti as he passed a slower semi-trailer on the interstate. It killed the boredom of the open road to hear the blare of a tractor’s horn. Already nude at Dixon’s no clothing rule when inside his rig, the young African American cutie rolled her window down and moved to stand up in her passenger seat. Venus being incredibly short at 4’9 and lightweight she had to hold on good to prevent falling out the window as she prepared to stick her perfect little ass out for inspection.

Closing the gap between rigs once the traffic allowed it Dixon evened out the eye contact next door. The driver peering over saw her adorably gorgeous butt cheeks, going so far as to prying her cheeks wide to offer a wink or two. Just as predicted a horn sounded and kept blaring until she retreated back inside the cab to sit down. Blowing the driver, a kiss she maintained a flirtatious gaze with him.

“Good candidate I’m thinkin’.” Dixon nodded at the driver, “Hold the sign up.” A swift pluck from her floorboard Venus whipped a small cardboard sign saying, “Wanna fuck me?” The driver reading it easily puckered and casts her a sturdy thumbs up. She then flipped the sign over which now said, “$100 for BJ! $250 for sex. 30-minute limit.” Once read she puts the sign away then moves into a praying angle, hands clasped as if begging. Her kid like features with doe like eyes made most men fall quick. Doe for dough was Dixon’s motto.

Able to see over her head Dixon communicated via thumbs up or down with his fellow trucker. Once established that both parties were serious Dixon motioned the driver to follow him. Easing ahead for a mile Dixon found a shoulder to pull off the road on, one that could accommodate two rigs at once. The driver parked behind him and sat waiting, blinkers flashing.

“Condom Princess.” Dixon held an unopened rubber between his fingers. “Scurry up!” He nodded in his deep voice strategy. Venus quickly hopped from the trailer totally nude save for her tennis shoes and bobby socks and skipped like a ten-year-old to the neighboring truck. Door opened on the passenger side the trucker welcomed her up into his cab.

“Well now, ain’t you a sweetheart.” The bearded man tipped his ballcap up at the brim.

“Will you be my new daddy?” She softly pleaded and seduced his imagination. “I need dick really bad.”

“Money don’t ya mean?” He chuckled, “Crawl on in.” She quickly moved into the passenger seat as he pointed toward his sleeper bunk behind him. Taking his direction, she crawled through a curtain to find a huge surprise. Inside was a second man slumbering there.

“Daddy?” She peered back questioning the driver.

“Wake up my boy and give him a good time. Your money will be waiting when you get done.”

“You’re not coming too?” She melted him with her sweet tone.

“Might be tight.” He grimaced at his size.

“It is! I’m really, really tight daddy.” She wiggled her ass at him as his son woke up to see her and sat up quickly. A quick chuckle amongst family his boy pulled her in over him and stripped naked. She applied the condom onto the boy’s cock then rode him right in front of his dad. Deciding to share, his dad forced his way into the narrow cab and pulled his own pants down. Taking little Venus via DP the girl cried out her best theatrical performance of Annie. “The cum will come out tomorrow.” It was silly but effective. Venus Flye knew exactly how to make men crazy. Not tomorrow, definitely in the next five minutes.

While Venus was busy Dixon took the time to call home. Unfortunately, Christina was a little busy in the shower. Against the shower even. Shawn was enjoying his own moment of nailing Miss Holly under a nice warm waterfall. Overhead and on his head both. Technically both Venus and Christina were having orgasms at the same time. Dixon? Bored! He would get his $500 bucks for whoring Princess out, Venus getting $100 of that. Fair? Dixon kept a roof over her head and fed her. Life was good.

A chance look at his withheld diamond ring while he had time to reflect, Dixon Moretti sighed, “Hurry it up Drama Mama!” Even he knew the actress was overdoing it.

“FUCK ME SHAWN!”

In her excessive screams Christina Holly had totally ignored her cell ringing. Of course, it being in her bedroom at the moment the distance and water kept it from being heard. Shawn couldn’t really hold her weight up as much as he tried, being smaller than her by three inches. Still, he made up for it by having a very worthy dick. They laughed as much as they moaned together. It was good to find a moment where life lightened up.

In their slight struggles her weight pressing on the shower door nearly pushed it off track. Regardless, he was not giving up, he adored Christina and needed to cum inside her. Efforts on both ended in just that, her second orgasm, his first solid nut of the night. Once done they realized that cold water felt good. Until it wasn’t!

Squealing at retreat they shut it down and stepped out of the shower to find towels. Drying one another off was special, their bond meant everything. Shawn was like her bestie. Christina was like his big sister. In this case he was glad she wasn’t related. Seven years younger than Christina it was certainly like that big sister scenario.

“That was awesome.” Shawn kissed her back after dabbing the towel over droplets. It still cracked him up in seeing the tan lines on her ass cheeks saying Fuck Me.

“I need some supper.” She heard her belly growl while letting him take his time drying her everywhere. It was wonderful to feel adored by the young man. On his knees drying her cunt in careful swathes he peered up at her.

“Pizza?”

“I don’t have a frozen pizza. I guess I could order one. Honestly, I haven’t had an appetite lately, but now that my nerves are settling down pizza does sound yummy. Let me get my phone and I’ll order us one.”

“Extra cheese.”

“Triple cheese.” She added giggling and shuffling to her bedroom. Locating her cell after having tossed it on her bed earlier she noticed the missed call from Dixon. Fidgeting a bit, she sent him a text saying that she was in the shower. No reply from him because of Venus being back in the cab Christina skipped past the dilemma and looked up their usual pizza delivery service. Calling one in, her credit card number already in their system it was just a waiting game until it was delivered to her door.

Dressed now Shawn stood in front of her with a brilliant idea. “You should answer the door naked.”

“I can do that. It’s usually the same guy every time. Older, but he always flirts with me even if Dixon is home. Now that I think about it, Dixon never got mad over it. Maybe I’ve just been naïve all along about his needs.”

“Well, now you know. When Dixon gets back home just be the new you and see how he reacts.”

“I will. If he doesn’t then keep your bedroom tidy, I might be your roommate.” She laughed.

“Anytime! Long as you need to, I’ll just tell my mom you’re my girlfriend.”

“What about your dad?”

“Stepdad! My real dad took off with another woman. Sorry!” He realized the close similarity to Christina’s worry.

“Don’t be! Strangely, I think Dixon and I will be okay.”

“With all of us tapping his girl?”

“That I don’t know. We have when he’s gone at least.”

“So, you’re still cool cheating on him?”

“Yes. I can’t stop now. I don’t want to stop. I’m just hoping if and when he ever finds out everything, he still wants me. He has to let me be me though.”

“Just get him plastered all the time and we can still drop in.”

“He can do that on his own. He drinks like a fish at home.”

“I still think about that night you fucked us right on top of him. That was insane. Would you do that again?”

“Of course! I love taking risks.” She opts to roll over on to her belly and crawls to her knees, big, beautiful ass in the air, “Put a ring in it, Jay-Z!”

“Oh, yeah!” He laughed and grabbed the butt plug and approached her big bottom to deliver it. “Pry those cheeks for me.” She reaches around herself awkwardly and creates plenty of room for him to work. Teasing her with the brass cork her pucker was too tight. “I thought you said your butthole was stretched out. Where’s your lube?” Finding it on her bedside stand he smears plenty of lubrication on it and around her pucker’s interior. Aiming again, she squealed and giggled at his delicate insertion. Once inside he took her cell and snapped a picture of it. “There! Send that pic to Dixon and see what he says.”

Dropping to her side to show her she rolled over and cuddled with Shawn on her mattress. Mesmerized by the gem she nibbled her lip trying to determine if it was the right thing to do. Eyes sparkling at Shawn she sighed, “I’m going to send it. If he asks, I’ll say...”

“The pizza guy helped you put it in.” He cut her off chuckling.

“Should I?”

“Can’t hurt. If he gets cranky just tell him, you were teasing.”

“I’m doing it.” She texted him with the photo. Sending it out she dropped her jaw and collapsed fully on to her back looking up at the ceiling. “Oh my God! Shawn, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Now you have to show that pizza dude your engagement ring.”

“Definitely! Thank you for making me laugh, I really needed this.”

“No problem! Here to serve Milady.”

“Noooo! I’m here to serve you, KIND SIR!” She directs him to her collar, faithfully worn. In noting it Shawn frowned, he still considered the dog collar as going too far in her degradation, yet she seemed so very proud of it. Shrugging over the acceptance she had at wearing it Shawn simply embraced it himself. He was not going to utilize it to put her down, even if she asked him to. Her choice, his as well.