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glow of pleasure and enjoy the intimacy she shared with herself. The whore in her refused to obey and what had become her life took over and fucked the rubber dick to make it cum.
     
    Her arms pumped wildly, pounding her loosening cunt with the humungous dildo. Her pussy clenched then released in rhythm to her strokes- something she had learned would help get her customer off sooner and let her merrily move on to the next quicker.
     
    Now she was upright, bouncing up and down on the cock. Her bra was long forgotten on the floor beside the bed and she played with her soft, round tits. She pinched and pulled on her hard, sensitive nipples. Feeling her body burning with desire, she moaned to the ceiling, quickening her pace, urging her rare orgasm closer and closer.
     
    "Fuck yessss," she hissed and slapped her tits.
     
    She was like a woman possessed. The entire twelve inches of latex dick disappeared over and over. Her pussy seemed to slide effortlessly up and down the shaft. Her flowing juices covered the sex toy with a creamy glide, allowing her to move faster and faster.
     
    Just as she was about to cum, she heard a myriad of voices outside of her door. The lock clicked a few seconds later and Mike and his cronies filed in. They looked at her for a moment, surprised to find her fucking herself.
     
    "Fucking sweet!" Mike shouted and ushered them around the bed. "Come on guys, show time!"
     
    "This isn't part of the deal," she said then pulled the dildo from her gaping cunt and threw it at him.
    "And learn to fucking knock!"
     
    What a dick.

Chapter 2: Pony Up
     
    "With the kind of green we're throwing at you baby, you should toss a show in for free," Mike said as he leered at her.
     
    Jenya met each one of them, eye to eye, and pursed her lips. Not a single one looked at her with lust in their eyes. It was more like a visage of challenge. They were there to conquer her sweet ass; they had bought the right. Not exactly yet.
    "You got my cash?" she asked.
     
    "Right here," Mike said and pulled a wad of bills from his pocket.
     
    They all did. One by one they pulled out hundreds, fifties, and twenties. The guys fanned the bills out and Mike simply smirked and leered at her.
     
    "See that?" he said. "I told you, three hundred bucks a pop. That's twenty-four hundred."
     
    "Good," Jenya said then folded her arms across her chest. "Who are they?"
     
    She shifted her hips to one side then jabbed her chin at the three new faces in the group. Mike had held true to his word. He said he'd bring two or three new guys with him this time. There they were.
     
    "That's Scott, Lee, and Steve," Mike chuckled. "Eight of us, bitch."
     
    "You want that pack of ice now or later?" Davey asked.
     
    Shit, Davey was the dumbass infatuated with ice, not Mike. Mike, Davey, who-the-fuck ever. What the fuck was up with that guy and ice anyhow? I swear he had an ice fetish. I bet he's just pissed because he panzied on home last time and iced his balls. He talks a big game and thinks his shit don't stink. I see fuck a dozen like him a week. He ain't but some macho as shole. They all are.
     
    "I told you last time I could handle anything you could give me, didn't I?" she said stubbornly. "Five guys, eight guys, ten. If it's got a cock, I'll send it home with a pair of empty balls and a smile on my face."
     
    "I'm sure of that," he replied. "But this time we got something a little special cooked up for this time."
     
    Davey held up a knapsack and smiled. Jenya hated surprises. She started to snort then looked at all the green they waved in front of her. Instead, she smiled sweetly and reached for the bag.
     
    "Not so fast, woman," Fred said, putting his hand on her chest and pushing her back a bit.
     
    He smiled and gave her tit a squeeze. She thought for a second. Last time she had the lead, the control, the means to make or break their perverted desires. She wasn't so sure she was ready to give that up this time around.
     
    True, it

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