Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 161
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 161 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Carefree was beginning to take off. Riley now had a list of over 400 couples and nearly 90 single women who had spent at least one weekend at the resort.
She had originally used the single women to fill any vacancies she had. But Carefree was now sold out every weekend. She still stocked a few singles for variety, but had started culling her list. Riley now only accepted single women with at least one child.
And, she was winnowing that list down too. Keeping those who were willing to consider bringing their kids with them. She was pleased to find that the singles were, for the most part, more willing than the married women to consider it. She told Flynn, “Maybe they’re a little more desperate. Or lonely. Or something because they’re divorced or never got married in the first place.”
Whatever the reason, she found them a little more pliable, a little easier to manipulate. And that led Riley to experiment with No-Door Thursday.
On weekends, any woman who volunteered to go to No-Door, or was told to go, had the option of turning down any man or woman she really didn’t want to be with. She could simply get up from the bed and walk out. That rarely happened — the spirit of No-Door was your willingness to offer your body to anyone who wanted it.
For No-Door Thursday, Riley eliminated that option. Each woman who accepted the Thursday invitation committed herself to at least one hour of providing community pussy.
And, Riley invited only single women with kids. They weren’t required, nor even expected, to bring them to Carefree on that first Thursday. But Riley made it clear that if they wanted a weekend invite, agreeing to start bringing your kid would move them to the top of the list.
Claire told Willow and Luke, “It really is a clever move on Riley’s part. She’ll probably get me a few single-mom kids, but she’s also putting some indirect pressure on our regular moms. If you don’t bring your kid, I’ll fill the apartments with someone who will.”
When Riley and Flynn spread the word through social media about the first No-Door Thursday, the male response was almost overwhelming. Over 200 men tried to reserve an apartment. Riley was tempted to double them up, but decided she didn’t want that big a crowd for the first time.
So, she limited it to a four-to-one ratio of men to women. Each of the girls was a single mother; each of the guys was married, but didn’t bring his wife. But most importantly, each of the women had agreed up front that she would fuck whoever wanted her. Riley made sure their was no ambiguity, no uncertainty, on that point.
And that of course, was the reason that so many men were clamoring to attend.
While each woman committed to at least an hour, most would end up doubling or tripling that. They were much more open and eager than many of the married Carefree wives. They also knew a successful No-Door adventure would keep them on Riley’s ever-shrinking list.
But beyond that practical reason, most of the gals liked the sheer naughtiness of the concept. Of being, for a while, public property. Of having no say in the matter. Of letting a series of men they’d never met fuck them. There was something deliciously decadent in having no choice, no say, in the matter. Of being, at least for a day, pure pussy.
It was a break from the everyday worries back home. Finances, babysitters, a dead-end job, a crummy boyfriend.
Just lie back in bed, grin, open your arms, and say, “Here I am.”
Riley imagined them waking up in the morning, remembering what lay ahead, getting themselves pretty, and driving an hour or so for the sole purpose of getting fucked.
The day before the inaugural event, Riley was watching the happy, almost giddy girls at Pussy Day. A few of them had been invited to spend the night and be there for No-Door Thursday. Then an idea struck her.
Riley texted the lucky men who had been selected: “Please be sure to tip generously on Thursday.”
Flynn looked at her in admiration, “Riley, those girls will be getting paid to have sex.”
“Yeppers.”
Brilliant. The women would arrive that morning volunteering to have sex with strangers. They’d leave Friday having been turned -- at least for one day -- into a whore.
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