Chapter 4

Steve had Olivia apply a heavy coating of makeup to help her look both older and sluttier. She put on the swim wrap and the tiny halter top as Steve instructed, some sandals and then left. It had only been about fifteen minutes since the last cock pulled out of her pussy, and her kitty was still tingling from the last cum she had on DeShawn's big cock. She was disappointed when Steve kicked them out because she hadn't had enough yet. She really wanted another go at DeShawn's big cock, it really made her cum hard. She spied her new jar of cream as she was leaving her bedroom and slathered a generous helping onto her hungry pussy, not that her pussy was sore from all the fucking, she just loved what it did for her.

"Where are we going," she asked from the front seat of Steve's Firebird. With her swim wrap hiked up to her waist, she toyed with her leaking pussy, her nub begging for attention from her other hand.

"I would have thought you got enough today," Steve said.

"I don't know what's going on but I can't get enough," she replied.

"Good because we have some shopping to do and I don't have any money," he responded.

"Well how are we going to buy anything with no money," she asked? "Where we're going you're all the currency we need baby," he replied.

Steve pulled into the parking lot of the porn shop and got out. Olivia read the sign "World of Skin", DVD's, toys, peep shows... , "Well this could be fun," she thought.

Steve walked up to the counter with Olivia in tow, "Hi, I'm Steve I think we spoke on the phone earlier," he said to the portly, grizzled old man behind the counter.

"Yeah, sure, you said your girl would put on a show and to invite as many guys as possible as part of a deal, so what's the deal?"

"I need six or seven really slutty outfits for my girls and I thought we could work out a trade, her services for the merchandise," Steve suggested.

"I think we can work something out, but she better be worth it, I called all my best customers about this and I have a reputation to protect. She's smoking hot that's for sure. She'd look good all slutted up in some of my goods," the old man said. "She looks like a size small, bra size C, no problem I got everything your imagination can come up with.

"C cup huh, that explains it," Olivia thought.

"What size is the other one," he asked.

"Bout the same as her, only no tits, Remember, these need to be really slutty, a couple of them for dancing that can be easily removed, the others for less 'respectable' situations."

"Ok, but this stuff ain't cheap just so you know in advance, it better be one helluva show. What kinda terms did you have in mind?" the old man inquired.

"Half an hour in the booth, all the cock you can charge for, you keep it all," Steve offered.

"Two hours and I get her first privately to try her out, off the clock," he countered.

"One hour and you get her first, off the clock."

"Deal," the old man said.

Olivia realized that her pussy had just been bartered off for clothing, and she grew wet at the thought.

"Does she do anal, bareback, swallow, what's she good at?" the old man asked.

"She'll do it all, but the prize is her tight little pussy, she fucks like a minx and once you feel it wrapped around your shaft, you'll never want another."

"Kid, pussy is pussy, I'll be the judge of what's good, but I want all three holes bareback before we go any further," the old man ordered.

"She's all yours," Steve said pushing Olivia forward. "Do everything he asks and don't fuck this up, or else," Steve threatened.

"Strip sweetheart and let me see that body of yours," the old man said. Liv pulled the swim wrap down her hips exposing her naked pussy, and dropped it to the floor. She reached behind her head to untie the halter straps, a motion that pushed out her tightly bound tits. Letting go of the straps, the halter fell and her breasts sprang free, the air conditioning causing her nipples to crinkle up. Her well rounded breasts defied gravity and pointed straight out from her body. Her newly developed C cups looked quite large on her 102 pound frame.

She could feel his eyes devouring her from head to toe, he was old, dumpy and repulsive but he wanted her, and that was what she was realizing she craved, to be wanted sexually.

"Come here and suck my cock girly," he instructed. She took the floppy unwashed cock into her mouth, cringing at the taste, but knowing that beyond what Steve held over her head, she wanted to do this. "Haven't sucked too many I see, your technique isn't worth shit," he squawked. I guess your buddy was wrong about you, you aren't very good at this," he commented. Olivia was determined to prove the old guy wrong, Pete said she was the best slut in town and she would prove him right. She remembered to stroke with her fist along the shaft and suck the head and play with it using her tongue.

She must have been a quick study because she felt the limp shaft get harder and harder in her mouth. She was surprised at how thick and long it got. The old man was pushing it forward trying to lodge the end in her throat, "that's it sweetie, swallow it down, relax your throat muscles, take it down, swallow, swallow. As instructed, she swallowed and felt the large head pass by her uvula and into her throat.

"Breathe through your nose and you'll be just fine, he said. Surely enough she found she could breather just fine. The old codger began to slide his cock in and out of her throat, each time getting the big tool further into her gullet. "You are a sweet thing, maybe I misjudged you," he commented as his cock once again penetrated into her throat. "You might very well be the best little slut I've ever throat fucked," he offered. She could feel her throat swell with every intrusion of his long cock through the back of her mouth and into her throat.

"That should be hard enough. Now get on my cock and ride me hard," he ordered. Olivia could feel her pussy start leaking when she heard him comment about her maybe being "the best little slut ever" and she was primed and ready to fuck this old man and prove him right that she was the best slut ever.

She climbed onto his lap and in one movement, slammed her pussy down the entire length of his sizeable shaft. She guessed it was about nine inches long and as big around as her wrist, all she knew was that it now belonged to her and if he wanted it back, he had to cum in her pussy.

She ground her sparse pubic hair into his stinky graying pubic hair, mashing her pussy down as far as she could possibly go. She felt her clitty being slammed repeatedly onto his greasy hair over and over, bringing on small orgasms one after another.

She was taking pleasure, not giving it and she was determined to take a huge one on this disgusting man. Sensing her oncoming orgasm, the old man lifted her off his engorged cock and flipped her over the armrest of a nearby couch.

"In the backdoor honey," he said as she felt him pushing against her asshole. "Just relax and it will be no problem," he reassured her and like everything she had learned over the last few days, she just let go. The big head slipped in past her tight sphincter and within a few thrusts, he had all nine inches buried in her rectum.

The guys from this afternoon didn't stretch her ass like this and the pain was initially pretty intense, but with all other things she had felt over the last three days, it gradually grew into pleasure. She tentatively thrust back at the old man and felt him try to time his thrusts against hers. They quickly developed a good pace and she was able to dislodge nearly the entire length on the out-thrust and slam the whole nine inches back in on in-thrust.

She felt the big one coming and fought to get it since she was denied the first time when he pulled out. The old man had incredible staying power and kept up the pace slamming his big cock home into her welcoming hole. "Oh my God, here it comes," she screamed.

Suddenly the old man pulled completely out of her rectum and pressed his weight onto her so she wouldn't be able to use her hands to manipulate her sensitive clit. "Sorry young one, not quite yet I'm afraid, I'm first," he said as he dropped her back down to the floor and shoved his cock back into her eager mouth going straight down her throat with the first thrust. "Work it, suck it, massage it with your throat muscles," he said.

She did as instructed and within a minute could feel the big cock pumping its load down her throat straight into her guts. "Hold it, don't pull out, just let it stay in there, I'm not done yet. Don't move or the deal is off," he said. "Now listen very carefully my dear, I've seen a lot of girls come and go, all wanting to be the Queen of the sluts, but none of them had the gift, I think you might have it, do you want to be Queen of the sluts," he asked?

Olivia couldn't stand it anymore, her hormones were driving her crazy, she wanted to be the Queen, needed to be the Queen of all sluts, her pussy was leaking, dripping her cream onto the floor, she needed her pussy to be filled with cock, she needed her nipples pinched hard, but most of all she needed the gigantic orgasm that this crafty man had prevented her from having. She nodded yes to the old codger, yes, she had to be the Queen, her very soul depended on it.

"Then here is your final test, only the true Queen of all sluts can pass this test," he concluded. The old man grabbed a riding crop off the table next to the kneeling girl and held it high. Expecting to be struck by the crop, Olivia readied herself for the blow, but it never came, instead she felt the soft cock in her throat begin to leak. It took her a few moments to realize what the sensation was. The old man had left his cock in her throat so he could piss down her gullet straight into her belly. She would have a belly full of his piss and cum all without him ever pulling out of her throat.

The realization washed over her that only a true slut, only the true Queen of the sluts would willingly allow someone to piss down her throat and use her as a human toilet. She gave in to the rush and felt something welling from within break out and as the experience washed over her, she had the big orgasm she had been longing for, her very being orgasmed and she had experienced this without the slightest touch to her privates. As the feeling washed over her body she was wracked by powerful spasms that shook her whole body.

That's when she felt it, the old man slammed the riding crop down onto her unprotected vulva then repeatedly onto her exposed breasts causing the orgasm to intensify and go on and on. She convulsed for what seemed like minutes on end as wave after wave of pleasure rained down on the Queen of the sluts, every time the convulsions seemed to be slowing, the old man brought the crop down onto her breasts and clit. After several minutes passed and the old man had allowed the waves of pleasure to finally stop, he withdrew his cock from her throat and said,"You are without a doubt the Queen of all sluts, now let's go make some money."

A still naked Olivia returned to the front of the store with the old man. She was greeted by a thunderous applause which caught her by surprise. She looked up and saw that the front of the store was packed with men who had just witnessed her performance on the big screen TV behind the counter.

"Gentlemen, as you've just witnessed, this is the finest piece of fuck meat you may ever have the pleasure of sinking your pole into," the old man shouted out. "Prices are as follows, blow jobs, $150, vaginal sex, $300, anal sex $400, golden throat shower $1000.00. You have a ten minute time limit, so get your cash out," he yelled. "There's no first come, first served here, the highest bidder goes first followed by the second highest bidder, etc... , start bidding gentlemen and there is a two hour time limit so if you bid low, you might miss out," he finished.

"We agreed on one hour," Steve started.

"Trust me, a slut like that won't be satisfied with just an hour, and don't worry, I'm cutting you in for a 50% share, minus the cost of the clothes of course, she was more than worth it" the old man finished.