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   CHAPTER 3: HOUSE CALLS 

   Megan awoke the next morning to the sound of the ring tone on her cell
phone.  She rolled over, saw it was 8:45 a.m.  Her mom was calling for a
video call.  Groggy, she sat up in bed and answered the phone, her mom
smiling back at her.

   "Good morning honey," her mom said, smiling.  "Sorry to call so early. I
figured you wanted to sleep in.  But we are going to be busy today and I
just wanted to check in on you while I could.  How's everything going?"

   "Good," Megan smiled.  "I'm fine, Mom.  Just taking it easy."

   "Good," her mom smiled.  "Did you wear a choker to bed?  What are those
letters on it?"

   Megan was horrified.  She hadn't thought about what she was wearing. 
She still had the "Daddy's Toy" choker, neon mesh clothes and platform
heels on.  The guys had fucked her raw and left her as is.  She had been
too tired to change or even take off her heels.

   "Ha!" she laughed nervously, reaching as nonchalantly as she could for
the choker, intentionally covering the lettering as she touched it.  "I
forgot I was even wearing it.  I went shopping with Holly last night.  We
bought these goofy matching chokers.  They say, uh, 'Party Time' on them.
Just silly.  They were on clearance."

   "OK," her mom said, buying the story.  "You have any plans today?"

   Megan remembered the plan to eat only cum all day and to visit all her
daddies today to get fed.  It was going to be a wild day.  "Nah, not
really," Megan shrugged her shoulders as she kept her hand on her neck,
covering the choker.  "I'll probably see if Kasey wants to come over and
hang out at the pool."

   "Good, that will be fun.  Are Harry and Mick checking on you?"

   "Oh yes, a couple times a day."

   "That's sweet.  They are so nice.  It's such a comfort knowing that
those sweet, kind-hearted old men are there to watch out for you."

   "Yes, they have been great."

   "Do you have plenty to eat?"

   Megan thought about her diet and couldn't help herself, "Well, I'm a
little low on groceries.  But Harry and Mick told me yesterday not to go to
the store.  They said they would feed me."

   "How sweet!" her mom exclaimed.  Megan loved her parents, but she was
suddenly seeing how naïve they were.  "Now listen, even if they fix
something you don't like, be sure to eat a good helping and tell them how
much you like it."

   "I will, Mom," Megan giggled.

   "Well, I have to go, honey.  Have a great day.  I love you."

   "I love you too, Mom.  Tell Dad I said hello."

   Megan hung up, laughing and breathing a sigh of relief at the same time.
She knew she would have to deal with her parents and her new wardrobe when
they got back, but that had almost been a disaster.  If her mom had seen
what it really said, they probably would have driven straight back that day
and the week of training would have come to a screeching halt.  As it was,
she didn't know how things would work when they got back, but Harry and
Mick seemed to have ideas and she trusted them -- and her other 10 new
daddies -- to come up with a plan over the course of the week.

   She got up and went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth.  When she
came out, Mick was laying on the bed waiting for her.

   "Hungry?" he asked.

   Megan remembered that they wanted her to act ravenous, starving for cock
and cum.  She wasn't that hungry yet, so she wasn't yet associating cock
with sustenance.  But she did her best to play the part.

   "Starving," she smiled, slinking over to him.  "Daddy, would you please
feed me?"

   "Of course," he grinned.  "Breakfast is served."

   Mick lay back and let Megan do the work, crawling between his legs and
going down on him, tongue coating the underside of his shaft, lips sucking
hard, eyes locked on his.

   "Wish I would have come in here 15 minutes ago and you had been doing
this when your mom called," Mick grinned.  Megan didn't try to respond, but
gave him a wink and somehow smiled with her eyes.  "I bet she loved your
choker." He laughed as Megan's eyes got big as if to say, 'no!', then she
winked again.

   "Are your jaws sore today?" he asked, patting the back of her head and
running his fingers gently through her hair.  Megan took him all the way
into the back of her throat, then nodded her head up and down.  "Oh, sorry
they're sore but damn that feels good.  You know, it's a lot like when you
played sports I bet.  You know, you worked out and trained and your muscles
were sore, right?  But you worked out day after day, harder and harder and
your muscles ached less and less, right?" Megan nodded again, much to his
delight.  "Same thing here.  You might be sore, but the way to get past it
is just to keep doing it.  A lot.  Stuff big fat cocks in your mouth and
throat all day, day after day.  When you don't have a cock in your mouth,
put a dildo or lollipop or giant wad of gum in there.  Train your mouth and
your throat for this.  The greats train every day, be it sports, music or
whatever.  You're going to train to suck cock the same way."

   Megan slurped loudly on his cock, excited at the naughty words he was
saying, anxious to devour him and earn her prize.  She always heard that a
good way to deal with a night of drinking was to have another drink the
next morning.  "A little hair of the dog that bit you," was the saying, she
thought.  She wondered if the same applied to sucking cock.  "A little
taste of the cock that choked you." It seemed like a good theory, at least.

   She heard someone coming up stairs and knew it must be Harry.

   "Harry went over to check on the house," Mick said, answering her
unasked question.  "Must be about ready for his turn.  He'll just have to
wait." Megan winked again, as if to say, "I've got you and I'm not going to
rush you."

   Harry came in her bedroom and wasn't surprised to see Mick laying back
with Megan going down on him.  "Don't you two love birds mind me," he
laughed.  "I'm just going to pick out your outfit for today.  Oh, but
first, let's get a picture for the website.  Our guests might be logging in
this morning."

   "I had Jackson sent Yelton the credentials so he could upload the photos
from last night," Mick said, putting both hands behind his head and giving
Harry a clear shot of Megan's oral work.  Harry took some photos and a
short video of Megan winking with Mick's cock in her mouth that he would
ask Jackson to make into a gif.

   Harry sent those to Jackson and then went back to Megan's closet.  He
started putting her clothes from last night away, arranging them, trying to
decide what to have her wear today.  His phone dinged and he looked down.
It was Hanson.  Even though he only lived a few blocks away, he was
checking to see on his car return and visit from Megan.

   "I'll tell him 10:30," Harry said.  "Sound good?"

   "Yeah," Mick said, putting both hands on Megan's head and starting to
fuck her face a little harder.  "We better give her breakfast and some time
to get ready.  It's going to be a busy day.  If we start at 10:30, a cock
an hour takes us til 8:30 tonight.  And some of them will take longer than
that with travel."

   "I agree," Harry said.  "I bet we'll wrap up around 11 tonight."

   "I'm going to wrap this one up right now," Mick grunted.  His cum hit
the roof of Megan's mouth and slid thickly down her throat.  He kept
pumping as more and more oozed out, slowly, a little at a time.  Megan was
glad that it was thick.  It seemed like it would be more filling that way.
She knew she would get hungry before the day was over, so the bigger,
thicker the loads, the better.

   Mick took Harry's place organizing the closet while Harry approached. 
"Daddy, will you please feed me?" Megan said again, sweetly.

   "Of course," Harry said.  "But I'm going to give you a little extra
treat, some icing on the cake, you might say." He had her bend over the end
of the bed, spread her legs wide and shoved his cock deep inside her pussy,
pulling her ponytail for leverage as he did so.  She was already wet from
sucking Mick's cock, so Harry just gave her enough thrusts to get his dick
wet, then pulled out.  He lay back on the bed, just like Mick had, and
motioned for her to come to him.  She crawled between his legs and licked
his cock.

   "Mmm," she smiled at him.  "Pussy tastes good.  Thank you, daddy."

   "Especially yours," Harry said.  "Now you can wash it down with some
sperm and they will feel right at home swimming around in your cunt juice."

   Harry's dirty words were turning her on and, since she wasn't allowed to
use her hands on his cock anyway, she put them between her legs, fingering
herself as she slurped on him.

   "Uh-huh, babe," Harry admonished.  "Your focus is to be only on pleasing
me.  Unless I tell you otherwise, you finger yourself.  You haven't been
given permission to cum."

   Megan took her hands away and looked at him apologetically, slowly
nodding her head and blinking her eyes in acknowledgement.

   "It's OK," Harry said gently as he pulled his cock out and slapped it
against her forehead, like a teacher slapping a student on the wrist with a
ruler.  "You'll learn.  You're a good student, but you still have a lot to
learn.  You just have to be reminded of that every once in a while.  Just
remember, your pussy, your ass, your tits and your mouth are our property.
Anything that goes in them -- including your little naughty fingers -- is
determined by us."

   "Yes, da...." Before she could finish, he pushed his cock back into her
mouth and started face-fucking her harder, pushing her balls deep and
holding her there until her face turned red, then letting her up for a
breath before pushing her back down.

   Mick got some photos and video to add to Jackson's work for the website.

   "I'm thinking maybe some shorts today," he said to Harry.

   "Either that or a mini dress," Harry said.  "Whichever we choose, no
bra, no panties and no stockings.  Let's show off those legs in some heels
and something that doesn't come down more than an inch past her cunt lips."

   "I agree," Mick said.  "Something thin and tiny on top.  Show off that
belly and perky nipples."

   "Gotta have a choker," Harry added just as he was holding Megan down to
the point that she was nearly choking herself.  "Besides my cock, that is."

   "All right, I think I have something here," Mick said.  He left the room
just as Harry's cum splashed against Megan's tonsils on its way down her
gulping throat.  "Good job, pet.  See you downstairs in 45 minutes."

   "Thank you, daddy," Megan said.  "I was so hungry."

   "I know, baby," Harry said.  "I could tell.  Don't worry, your next meal
is coming up soon.  Mick left your outfit by the closet.  Let's go hair in
a ponytail again today."

   "Yes, daddy," Megan said.  Harry left and Megan set about preparing for
her day, starting with a hot shower.

   The outfit that had been selected for her was some of the items Mr. 
Rothman had given her.  He had brought the ultra small Soffe shorts and
crop tops, in assorted colors.  They guys had picked out a pair of bright
yellow shorts and a white crop top.  The shorts were so short that the
little triangles in the sides nearly touched the white band that ran around
the top of the shorts.  She remembered that he had bought extra small. 
They were ridiculous.  She was petite, yes, but she had athletic thighs and
a firm round ass.  The shorts simply couldn't cover it all.  They formed
tightly around her pussy lips and the legs of the shorts actually came up
higher on her thighs than her pussy lips did.

   Despite the fact that she wasn't big-breasted, the crop top was also far
from sufficient.  Its thin shoulder straps connected to a three-inch wide
strip around the middle of her breasts, barely covering her nipples.  The
tight fit forced her breasts to bulge out the top and bottom.  Everything
from mid-breast to just about her pussy mound was bare.

   Though she wasn't vain, she had to admit that her smooth, well-tanned
skin looked amazing against the contrasting light colors.  She was dismayed
that her dark nipples were so evident through the crop top, but what part
of her wasn't exposed, really?  What a day this was going to be.  She was
going to be in public today.  A lot.

   Well, she went to the beach and the pool in bikinis all the time, she
reminded herself.  And she cheered in front of large crowds in those
slightly sexy high school uniforms.  And she played tennis in front of
small crowds in swirling little tennis skirts.  This wouldn't be the first
time she was showing off her body.  But this still felt different.  It
wasn't a uniform or appropriate beach attire.  It was anything but
appropriate attired for going into a restaurant, store or office.  It was
sexy, slutty, revealing and very naughty.  She took a deep breath and
calmed her nerves.

   She looked at the choker next.  It was a simple tight black band about
an inch wide with a little gold ring on the front that helped draw
attention to her slender neck.  Lastly, came the heels.  She already worn
heels more in the last couple of days than the rest of her life combined.
Today figured to be a lot of time spent on her heels...  and probably her
knees.  The heels were bright blue -- they didn't match anything on her
outfit, but they sure drew attention to her legs, which she realized was
the point.  They were stilettos with a strap that ran around her ankle and
another that crossed over the top of her foot.  They were really cute and
sexy.  Megan liked them and she liked that the blue heels and yellow shorts
reminded her of her school colors.  The bright, daring outfit didn't really
clash as badly as she thought.

   She checked herself head to toe in the mirror one last time, decided she
had done her best and was as ready as she was going to be.  She was about
five minutes early, but headed downstairs, remembering the guys telling her
at one point, "to never keep a hard cock waiting." They had filled her head
with so many instructions and rules like these, she was surprised at how
much she retained and how these rules kept coming back to her.  Like
maintaining eye contact while sucking cock.  It was already so ingrained
that it was becoming second nature to her.

   "Damn, that's nice, baby girl," Mick said when he saw her.  "Spin
around, give us a good look."

   "I think Rothman should have bought extra, extra small," Harry laughed.
"If he did, those shorts would be inside her pussy." They both laughed. 
Megan smiled.  She was more nervous today.  The first day had been all new,
just jumping in like taking on the high dive at the pool.  Yesterday had
been extreme, but it was at home, controlled.  Today was, as she understood
it, going to be a day running all over town in this ridiculous outfit,
begging these older men to let her suck their cocks.  She might see people
she knew.  She might be expected to do even more for her daddies, who had
already received two blowjobs from her.  They were nice and respectful, but
would their comfort level make them bolder, more demanding, more dominant?
Megan felt like she did before riding a huge new roller coaster -- scared,
nervous, ready to turn back and get out of line.

   Instead, she did what she always did.  She followed the direction of her
instructors, her elders.  Mick and Harry used the extra five minutes to
take some pictures of her in her amazing outfit.  She posed as instructed.
They wanted "before" pictures, joking about how she might look by the end
of the day -- makeup smeared, hair mussed up, used and worn.

   "You seem nervous," Harry said as they walked to the car.  He would
drive her in their car, while Mick drove Hanson's car.

   "I am, daddy," Megan admitted.

   "What is it?"

   "I don't know," Megan said.  "The clothes, I guess.  And going all over
town in these clothes, walking in to homes and offices and stores or
wherever and, you know."

   "Doing what you were born to do?"

   "Yeah," Megan said.  "I love it, I really do.  I want to suck all their
cocks and swallow all their cum.  It turns me on so much.  I know it will
be a good day.  I'm just a little anxious."

   "That's good, actually," Harry said.  "You should be.  Not because
you're in any danger, but because this is a big day to find out exactly who
and what you are.  This week is all about finding yourself and defining
your future.  You are seeing that you have many more options than just
going to college for four years and getting a job, aren't you?"

   "Yes," Megan said.  "So many options.  It's scary."

   "But exciting," Harry said.  "You're a lucky girl.  Not everyone has so
many choices."

   "I know it," Megan said.  "Thank you so much for helping me understand
what is out there for me.  I can't thank you enough."

   "Look," Harry said as they drove, "I know we are being pretty demanding,
calling you names and making you do things you never thought you would do.
But I want you to understand that both Mick and I think you're a great
girl. We like you and your parents and we want what's best for you.  This
training is extreme because it has to be.  We know it's more fun for us
than it is for you, but it's the only way in one week to make you be the
sexual young woman you want to be and to show you what that can do for you.
You might very well decide to go to college, get a job and be the girl you
have always been.  But you might also be a model, a sugar baby, a bimbo,
start your own business, be an executive assistant -- there are many ways
you can go.  That's because you're smart enough and beautiful enough.  Now,
we're making you slutty and naughty enough.  The only way to do that is to
push you hard and fuck you harder.  You're a good sport and have a good
attitude.  I can tell you see the positives in this.  So, just trust us
today.  You're going to be uncomfortable and we're going to enjoy seeing
you that way.  But don't mistake that for thinking that we don't like you
or want what's best for you in the long run."

   "That's very sweet," Megan said.  "I know you guys have my best
interests at heart, even though I know you're enjoying this more than I am.
I can see that it's not all about you.  If it was, you would keep me to
yourselves.  You're opening new doors for me.  I know that and I appreciate
it.  I apologize if I ever seem ungrateful or untrusting."

   "Don't worry," Harry grinned, bringing an end to the solemn talk.  "It
will be my pleasure to punish you for any inappropriate attitude.  You have
an extremely spankable ass."

   Megan giggled and thanked him for the compliment as they pulled up to
Hanson's house.  Mick parked Hanson's car in the driveway and Harry parked
on the curb.  She got out, looking around nervously, then walked over to
Mick, who handed her the car keys.  "Give these to him, then ask him to
feed you," Mick said.  "He can touch you and take pictures, but no fucking
anything but your mouth.  And no damaging your clothes or harming you,
obviously.  He won't do anything he shouldn't, but if you feel
uncomfortable or if he crosses the line, get out or text xx on your phone
and we'll be right there.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "He knows we are on a schedule and he has 30 minutes," Mick said.

   "OK," Megan said.  She turned and walked up to the door.  Hanson was
there, waiting for her.  He was wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a
pair of baggy shorts.  Megan didn't know how old he was -- to her anyone
older than her dad was just "old".  She didn't judge age well.  Her dad was
46.  Hanson was definitely older, but he was one of those men who probably
looked older than he was.  He was slender, but in more of a sickly way.  He
was not muscular and his skin was pale.  His hair was thin and wispy, a
light brown color that looked like it would turn to gray any day.  She
thought he looked 70, but figured in reality he was probably in his mid
50s. She had no idea what kind of work he did, if any.

   "Her are your keys, sir," Megan smiled.

   "Thank you, dear," Hanson said.  "Come on in." He waved to the guys, who
waited now in their car, then closed the door and followed Megan inside,
his eyes locked on her ass.  Oh, how he wanted a piece of that one of these
days.

   "Would you like some water or anything?" he asked.

   "No thank you, sir," Megan smiled, turning to face him.  They were
standing in the middle of his living room.

   He stepped close to her, putting his hands on her ass he pressed against
her body.  "Had anything to eat today?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan smiled.  "I've had some sperm.  It was delicious and
I'm really hungry for more.  Could I please have some of yours?"

   "Fuck, you're good," Hanson said.  "Yes, baby, you can have some sperm.
But let me see this outfit and get a good look at you.

   For the next 10 minutes, Hanson rubbed all over her, felt her up,
squeezed her, kissed her and photographed her.  He had her run in place --
as best she could in the heels -- while he shot video of her bouncing tits.
Then he had her walk upstairs while he followed along behind, again
shooting more video and pinching her ass.

   He was visibly hard and Megan was aware of the time.  Hanson looked at
his watch and realized it was time to proceed.

   "Kneel down, balance on your heels, not your knees," Hanson instructed.
Megan knelt down in front of him.  He dropped his shorts.  He wasn't
wearing underwear.  His cock, thin like his body, was about six inches
long. The head was engorged, the opening flaring as he flexed his cock.

   "Just slow and steady," Hanson said.  "Just the head for now.  Lick and
suck and kiss.  Make love to it.  Worship it."

   Megan looked up at him as she wrapped her lips around the head and
flicked her tongue back and forth across the tip.

   "You know, Megan, I've been watching you run by my house for years,"
Hanson said.  "You've grown into a sexy young woman.  I think you should
stop here every morning during your run.  Let me give you a shot of a
nature's energy drink."

   Megan didn't take her mouth off him to respond because Mick and Harry
had trained her not to take her mouth off a hard cock unless specifically
told to do so.  She knew Hanson would let her know if he really wanted an
answer.  She knew the last thing he wanted was for her to take her mouth
off of him.

   She continued to focus on the head, as instructed, while he continued to
talk.

   "I bet you don't even know what I do," he continued.  "Well, I don't do
anything, really.  I made a bunch of money on the stock market.  I still
trade online, but I do that from home.  Self-employed.  Rich.  I can buy
you things, you know.  Take you places.  Treat you well.  And you treat me
well.  College is great if you need the education for a career.  But you
don't need it.  You can be rich too.  You can have what I have for what is
a pretty small price in return, if you really think about.  I know you are
having a lot thrown at you this week, but just think about it.  A life with
no worries is a good life."

   Megan heard him and realized what he was proposing.  A life with no
worries was tempting, but not with Hanson.  He was creepy and kind of
disgusting.  He was doing a good job of pitching the sugar baby gig, but
she needed a better sugar daddy than him if she actually went that route.

   "All right, we can talk about this later," Hanson said.  "I don't have
much time, so let's pick up the pace." He put his hands on the sides of her
head, covering her ears as he started pushing his cock deeper into her
mouth.  Megan relaxed and let him take control, using her mouth like a
pussy, fucking her with long, deep strokes.  He moaned and encouraged her
to "suck him dry" and "choke on his cock".  She coaxed him with her tongue
on the underside of his shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard.  As
turned off by Hanson as she was, she was nonetheless turned on as she
anticipated that warm splatter of cum that would hit her tongue and roof of
her mouth and back of her throat.  It was so rewarding, like getting an A
on a test or earning a varsity letter.

   She didn't have to wait much longer for her reward.  He held her in
place as his cock spasmed and spurted and oozed cum into her mouth.

   "Go ahead, swallow it all, bitch," he groaned.  She swallowed as he
came, continuing to suck and lick, doing her best to pull out every last
drop, to the benefit of both of them.  "That's some grade-A protein, slut.
Eat it up."

   When he was done, Megan made a show of licking her lips and rubbing her
bare, flat tummy.  "That was delicious," she beamed.  "Thank you so much."
She kissed him on the cheek and he escorted her to the door.  Again, she
was five minutes ahead of schedule.

   Megan walked down the driveway, aware that a few people were out in the
yards and on the sidewalks.  They could see her in her heels and skimpy
outfit, looking very much like the slut she was being today.  Heads turned
but she marched straight to the car and hopped in the back.  She assured
the guys that everything went fine and that Hanson did nothing
inappropriate.

   They hurried home, picked up Rothman's car and headed downtown to the
office where both Rothman and Megan's father worked.  Megan was riding with
Mick this time and was extremely nervous.  She had been to this office many
times and many of the people knew her.  She couldn't believe Rothman was
going to make her walk in there, dressed like this, and then give him a
blowjob right there in the office.  This was her greatest fear as she
thought about all that might or might not happen on this day.  She didn't
really think it would happen, but she was wrong.

   To make matters worse, Harry parked Rothman's car in the reserved
executive spot next to the door.  Mick parked at the far end of the lot. 
"Just seems like a nice day for a walk," he grinned.  "Or better yet, to
watch you walk."

   "You're silly, daddy," Megan said playfully, hiding her frustration and
anxiety as best she could.

   "Keep your head up, back straight, long strides," Mick said.  "Don't
look at your phone.  People look at you, you look straight ahead and keep
going."

   Her stomach ached as she started the long walk to the big office
building.  She wasn't sure if it was due to nervousness or hunger.  She
drank a bottle of water on the way here, but three shots of cum and some
water wasn't a lot to go on.  Lunch time was coming up soon.  She wondered
who would be supplying her lunch after meeting with Rothman.

   Men and women dressed in business attire passed her, the men enjoying
the view, the women, mostly looking at her disapprovingly.  She recognized
some of them, but if they recognized her, they didn't say so.  Most likely
they were too busy looking at her exposed body parts to notice her face,
Megan thought.  She strode as confidently as she could, thankful for her
strong legs and growing comfort walking in heels.  She stopped by Rothman's
car and picked up the keys from Harry.

   "Enjoy your snack," he smiled.

   "Of course I will, daddy," she said, forcing a smile.

   Harry could read her thoughts and felt genuinely sorry for her.  "Look,
drown those butterflies with a big load of cum.  Then walk out of there
with pride.  You understand?"

   "Yes, Harry," she said, breaking character for a genuine moment of
appreciation.  "Thank you.  I'm OK."

   "Good girl."

   She walked in with renewed confidence and walked through the lobby to
the receptionist.  She was in luck.  It wasn't the normal receptionist. 
She must have been sick or on vacation and someone was filling in.  "I have
an appointment with Mr.  Rothman," Megan said.  "My name is Megan."

   "Last name?"

   "Brandt," Megan said reluctantly.  She had hoped to avoid that.

   "Any relation to Michael Brandt?"

   "Yes, he's my father," Megan admitted.  Cat was out of the bag already.

   "I see," the receptionist said.  There was a tone there.  Megan wasn't
sure what it was, but she had the feeling this woman was a gossip and the
whole building was about to know that Michael Brandt's daughter dressed
like a whore.  She just hoped they didn't find out she fucked like one too.

   The receptionist made a call, hung up the phone and said, "He will see
you now.  11th floor, office is at the end of the hall."

   "Thank you so much," Megan said.

   She hoped for a solo elevator ride, but a group of three men in polos
and khakis got on just before the door closed.  They were younger, probably
in their 30s, Megan guessed.  They looked at her hungrily.  She looked
straight ahead.  She had her orders and she was here to follow them.  She
reminded herself to stay focused.

   "Beautiful day at the office today," one of the guys said.  The others
smirked.

   "Cold in here though," another said.  "Pretty nipply.  I mean, nippy. 
Right?"

   Luckily, the elevator was fast and they reached the 11th floor.  The
guys were going to 14, so they stayed on and stayed pressed together,
forcing Megan to squeeze by them on her way out the door.  Hands groped her
ass from either side and another touched her breasts.  But she didn't stop
or look back.  She strode off the elevator and down the hall toward
Rothman's office.  She was shaking and trembling, but she was determined.

   She looked to the left and saw her dad's office.  Just one door away. 
She shook her head, opened the door and entered Rothman's office.  She knew
his assistant, Bonnie.  She was all business, but friendly.  Probably about
the same age as her mom.

   "Hello Megan," Bonnie said.  "It's so nice to see you." If there was any
disapproval or surprise, Bonnie didn't show it in her expression nor her
tone.  Megan liked her.

   "It's good to see you too," Megan said.  "Sorry, I, uh, had a bit of a
wardrobe malfunction today."

   "It's OK, sweetheart," Bonnie said, waving off Megan's apology.  "We all
have those days.  You look lovely.  My, if I had a body like yours, I think
I would walk around naked all day."

   They both laughed and Megan felt better that at least Bonnie wasn't
judging her.  Of course, she wondered if Bonnie knew why she was here or
was the least bit curious about it.

   "Did Mr.  Rothman tell you why I'm here?" Megan asked.

   "No, honey," Bonnie said.  "It's none of my business."

   "Oh, it's OK," Megan said.  "I just hope you won't tell my dad I was
here while he was on vacation.  I wanted to talk to Mr.  Rothman about a
surprise for my parents and I just needed his help."

   "I see," Bonnie said.  "That's very sweet of you.  I know your dad is
very proud of you.  I'm sure Mr.  Rothman will help you any way he can. 
He's a good man."

   "Yes, ma'am, he is," Megan smiled.

   Just then a light lit up on Bonnie's desk and she nodded to Megan, "He's
ready to see you now.  Go on in."

   As Megan went to the door, she felt relief.  It was odd, but the act of
sucking Rothman's cock was the easy part of this task.  She was confident
in what she was doing.  She wasn't nervous at all.  It was all about being
exposed to so many people, especially those who might recognize her.  She
feared the judgement, not the cock.  She liked the cock, and right now, her
hungry tummy told her a nice dose of cum would be most welcome as well.

   Rothman smiled as she walked in.  She asked if she should lock the door,
but he assured it wasn't necessary.  Megan thought it might be, but didn't
argue.

   "You look amazing, young lady," he smiled.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.  "The clothes everyone brought were so
lovely.  Mick and Harry picked these out for today, but it was a tough
choice."

   "They chose well," Rothman said.  He put his hands on her bare waist and
spun her around, taking a good look from all angles.  He led her to his
massive desk.  He sat down in his high-back leather chair and pulled him
onto his lap.  He was hard already.  Megan could feel it through his suit.

   Rothman, unlike Hanson, was a handsome enough man.  He had dark features
and was tall and in good shape.  She knew he was the same age as her dad.
He was recently divorced, too.  Megan remembered his wife from when she
would babysit for them.  She wasn't very nice.  Megan could see even then
that their marriage was failing.  A man like Rothman would have little
difficulty finding women to date, though.  Successful and good looking and
polite.

   He wasn't being all that polite now as his hands slid inside her shorts
and under her crop top, casually feeling her as he looked at her and began
talking.  He asked about her college plans and goals.  He asked about
boyfriends and her decision to seek the help of Harry and Mick.

   "You know, you could forget college and work here," he said.

   "Really?" Megan asked.  "I don't need a degree?"

   "Harry and Mick might give you a diploma in the only education you
need," he chuckled.

   Just then Bonnie buzzed in, "Mr.  Rothman, the call you were expecting
is on line two."

   "Shoot, I have to take this call," Rothman said.  He unzipped his pants
and pulled out his cock.  "Just get down there and do what you do.  Try not
to make too much noise, though."

   "Of course, sir," Megan said.  She knelt down in front of him and
pressed her lips against the head of his cock, looking up at him as he
pressed the speaker button on his phone.

   "Hello Michael," he said.  "How was your drive?"

   "It was good," came the voice through the speaker.  Megan nearly choked.
It was her dad.

   "Sorry to bother you on your week off," Rothman said.  "I really
appreciate you calling in.  I'll keep this short.  I just needed to run a
couple things by you."

   "No problem at all," Michael said.

   They talked for a few minutes about what seemed like legitimate work
stuff to Megan, who steadily sucked Rothman's thick cock.  She pulled down
his pants when he lifted his hips, gaining greater access to go all the way
down on him, which he encouraged with a light tap on the back of her head.

   "Oh, one other thing I wanted to run by you," Rothman said.  "Bonnie is
thinking about leaving."

   "No way," Michael said.  "Wow.  Why?"

   "She's thinking about helping her husband run the restaurant," Rothman
explained.  "I hate to lose her, but in case she decides to go, I wanted to
think about restructuring her position a bit."

   "What did you have in mind?"

   "Well, you know my travel has gone up quite a bit and it seems like I'm
always working late at home," Rothman said.  "I was thinking I might try to
find someone with the flexibility to work some unusual hours and possibly
travel with me.  I could use more help."

   "I agree," Michael said.  "You need someone young with a lot of energy
and no family.  No jealous husband either."

   Rothman's looked directly in Megan's eyes as he spoke and she understood
what he was suggesting.

   "Yeah, would that be weird?  Do you think people would get the wrong
idea?"

   "Hell no," Michael responded.  "You're single now, first of all, so
whatever happens between you and some 20-year-old is no one's business. 
Get it if you can get it, I say."

   They both laughed as Megan cringed at her father's words.  How could he
think that way?  Rothman's cock lurched in her throat.

   "Seriously, though, you're professional and everyone respects you,"
Michael continued.  "I think everyone would realize that anyone you hired
was here to do a legitimate job for the benefit of the company.  Do you
have anyone in mind?"

   "As a matter of fact, I do," Rothman said.  Megan's eyes got big. 
Surely he wouldn't say it.  "But I have to make sure she's up to the task
first.  It's a demanding job.  Plus, Bonnie hasn't even made a final
decision yet.  Just wanted to run it by you.  I appreciate your thoughts.
How's your daughter doing, by the way?"

   "She's good," Michael said.  "Thanks for asking.  We have a couple of
harmless old guys who live next door check on her.  She's smart and tough,
but you always worry about your daughter, you know.  It's a relief having
guys we can trust look out for her."

   "Sounds like you chose wisely," Rothman said.  "I'll see you next week."

   Both men hung up the phone and Rothman stood up and started hammering
his cock down her throat.  "You heard that, right?" he grunted.  "Even your
dad wants me to hire you and fuck you every day.  Good to have the old
man's blessing, ain't it?"

   He pulled out and told her to keep her mouth open.  He watched with lust
as his cock shot spurt after spurt of thick white cream onto her tongue,
lips and teeth.  "Bon appetit, bitch."

   She swallowed it all of course, and licked the remaining drops off the
head of his cock.

   "Thank you, daddy," she said.  "Would you really hire me?"

   "I think I would," Rothman said.  "Of course, we would have to have an
in-depth interview first.  After all, I know very little about your asshole
and pussy, yet, do I?"

   "No sir," Megan said.  "Not yet."

   "Wouldn't be very wise of me to hire you without fully examining those
skills as well, now would it?"

   "No sir," Megan said.  "I'm flattered that you would consider me."

   "Least I can do for your father," Rothman smiled.

   "Yeah, I'm sure he would be very proud," Megan smirked.

   "He would never even know," Rothman said.

   "I believe you," Megan said.  And she did.  She didn't know how, but she
believed he could hire her and fuck her feet away from her dad without him
ever knowing.  Hell, he had just face-fucked on her while on speakerphone
with her dad and no one was the wiser.  Not even Bonnie, who smiled as
Megan left and wished her luck on surprising her father.

   "Don't worry, my lips are sealed," Bonnie said.

   If only mine were, Megan thought to herself.  They open for any hard
cock they see.

   She rode with an elevator full of people and the nervousness returned as
she felt their eyes on her, some leering, some judging.  A couple of people
recognized her and asked about her dad.  This was all so awkward.  But she
smiled, acted like anything but what had just happened had happened, and
walked as calmly out of the building as she could.  She was surprised to
see Harry near the entrance now.  She assumed they would want to make her
take the long walk again.

   "Third cock is ready and waiting," Harry said as if in answer to her
question.  "Mick and I went back to the house while you were in there and
got Quigley's car.  We are meeting him for lunch.  Hope you're hungry!"

   "I am," Megan said.  "I really am.  Each time I get some cum in my
belly, I can tell the difference.  I just need more."

   "That's what we like to hear," Mick said.  "Four blowjobs before lunch.
You're like that commercial, 'Megan sucks more cock before lunch than most
women do all day.'"

   Megan laughed at that one.  She saw a bag in the back seat next to her.
It had bubble gum and lollipops and blow pops in it.  She remembered what
they said about practicing all the time.  The fact that she was so hungry
was further incentive.

   "I know I'm only supposed to eat cum today," she said.  "But can I have
one of these blow pops?"

   "Yes," Mick said.  "We agreed that it was more important for you to
maintain your training.  You don't really 'eat' any of that stuff.  It's
things you chew or suck.  So, it's a nice little treat to go along with
your mouth training."

   "Thank you so much," Megan said.  She ripped off the wrapper of a cherry
blow pop and started sucking on it.

   "Just no biting it -- just like a cock," Harry said.  "Lick it and suck
it."

   "Of course, daddy," Megan said, just happy to have the little energy
boost of a modest sugar rush.

   Megan finished two blow pops and chewed a large wad of gum -- per their
direction -- by the time they got to the restaurant.  Quigley was a very
successful businessman, so Megan had expected some fancy restaurant
downtown.  Instead, this was a medium-sized, ordinary diner.  Nice enough,
but a common place that attracted blue and white collar lunch customers
alike.  That helped her not feel quite so out of place as they walked in
with a large percentage of her body on display.  Yes, she still turned
heads, but there were other young women in their in cutoffs and bikini tops
and other revealing clothing common for Florida in the summer.

   Quigley waved them over to join him.  He was in a booth in the corner.
He got up and let Megan slide in so she was next to the wall.  She liked
that he sat next to her, essentially hiding her from the rest of the
restaurant crowd.  Mick and Harry sat across from them, though they offered
to let Quigley and Megan have some privacy.

   "No, I think it will be helpful for you two to join us," Quigley said.
"The three of us can chat and enjoy our lunch.  We should be able to help
shield Megan from view as she enjoys her lunch.  Sorry, your seat won't be
quite as comfortable, my dear."

   "I don't mind at all," Megan said.  "I'm just very hungry and happy to
eat the delicious meal you have prepared for me wherever you like."

   "You have your mother's politeness," Quigley said.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said, sensing that Quigley was reminding her of
his business partnership with her mom, a subtle statement of his power.

   A waitress came over and took their order.  The men all ordered meals.
Megan deferred, asking only for water.  "She's on a special diet," Quigley
explained.  "Also, could we get one more chair to sit at the end of the
table?  My friend here has a bad knee and could use a place to prop it up."

   "Of course, I'll get one right away for you sir," the waitress said,
nodding to Mick, who played along, rubbing his knee.

   "Just a little more coverage," Quigley explained.  "I love exposing
Megan in these clothes, but I don't want to go too far."

   "Thank you so much, sir," Megan said.  "I'll serve you anywhere you ask,
but I do appreciate the respect and privacy."

   "There's a line between being a classy slut and a trashy slut," Quigley
laughed.  "Just want to keep you on the right side."

   "That's a good way to put it," Harry said.  "We've talked to her about
being sexy and cock hungry but maintaining her class and style.  She's
naturally beautiful as well as intelligent and obedient.  She doesn't have
to act trashy.  She can get what she wants and deliver everything the men
in her life want just by being herself.  All we're really doing is teaching
her out to channel that inner slut and just add that characteristic to what
she already brings to the table."

   "Yes, you have many, many options in front of you," Quigley said to her
as the waitress brought the chair and their drinks.  Quigley put his hand
on her bare thigh and then touched her pussy through her shorts.

   "I'm realizing that this week, sir," she said.  "It's like a whole new
world has opened up.  It's kind of overwhelming."

   "I'm sure it is," Quigley said.  "You're intelligent, but naïve and
innocent in a very endearing way.  But that can also be dangerous for such
a young beauty as yourself.  There are those out there who would look to
take advantage of a sexy naïve girl like you.  You're fortunate to have
two men here who have your best interests at heart."

   "I agree," Megan said.  "I'm seeing that more and more each day.  They
are doing so much for me, as are you and the others."

   "It's good that you see that and that you're understanding the power
that you have, even as you're playing a submissive role for your men,"
Quigley said.  "So long as you maintain your self-respect and ego, you will
retain the power to submit but to demand compensation in return.  Sugar
daddies will lavish you with gifts for your company.  Professors will give
you A's and an easy graduation for your services.  Employers will overpay
to have you as an assistant."

   "I'm learning that too," Megan said.  "It's hard to know that the right
thing to do is."

   "Of course it is," Quigley said.  "Some might even try to blackmail you.
Like I could threaten to fire your mom as our ad rep if you didn't do
certain things.  Or Rothman could fire your dad, I suppose."

   "Oh dear," Megan said.  "I hadn't thought of that."

   "Now, don't worry, that's not what I'm proposing," Quigley said.  "But I
do want you to understand that you have to watch out for those types of
traps.  You are an incredible young women and even successful men like me
will take huge risks sometimes when they want to possess something."

   Megan was feeling uneasy.  This seemed like a thinly veiled threat.

   "I understand," Megan said.  "I will be careful."

   "Good," Quigley said.  "Then you should carefully think about doing some
modeling for us.  We have some new lines of swimsuits and lingerie that we
can't really advertise in the local community magazines and tv channels the
way we do some of our other stores.  Your mom is great with that stuff. 
But these specialty items -- some of them are geared toward exotic dancers,
club girls, you know -- are best promoted through private events, fashion
shows and the like.  You would be wonderful at that.  It would give you the
opportunity to learn about modeling, earn some money and work a little bit
with your mom."

   "You mean, she would see me doing that?" Megan's eyes got wide.

   "Of course," Quigley said.  "She would be marketing the events.  And
that's where I think the best part of this is for you.  Your parents are
coming back soon and you're going to have to explain your new wardrobe and
some of the choices that you're going to be making soon.  At least with the
modeling, it would be a legitimate job and you could pass it off as career
exploration and you could tell them the new wardrobe was part of your
orientation package from us.  That would give you a little freedom.  They
might not love the modeling thing for you, but it would sell a lot better
than some of the other excuses you could come up with."

   Megan looked at Harry and Mick, wondering if that made as much sense to
them as it did to her.  As awkward as it would be, it would make much more
sense to walk out of the house half dressed with her parents understanding
it was for a job with a trusted client and colleague than to say she had to
go over to Harry and Mick's to help them make dinner.

   "I like it," Harry said.  "I mean, the choice is Megan's, of course, but
as an explanation, I think it's a strong way to ensure she can keep
dressing the way we all want her to."

   "I'm glad to hear that," Quigley said.  "I won't be so pushy as to
demand an answer today.  Complete your training, my dear, and we can talk
more.  I love your pictures online and will send you more information and
ideas through the private messaging."

   Their food came out and Quigley said, "I know you've got a busy day, so
I suggest we all eat.  Megan, I think you know where to find your lunch.  I
encourage you to attack it as ravenously as you like, given your current
state of hunger."

   Megan liked the way he talked and loved that the legs and big bodies of
the men concealed her pretty well as she slid under the table and in
between Quigley's legs.  He had a napkin over his crotch and dipped her
head underneath it.  He pulled out his cock.  Just the sight and smell of
it triggered Megan's drive to eat, as if she was smelling a steak hot off
the grill.  She couldn't believe it, but the idea of associating cock with
food really seemed to be working.

   As he had suggested, she dove right in, opening her mouth wide and
sliding her tongue around the head of his cock, then under the shaft as she
took him deep into her mouth.  Quigley, who was a few years younger than
her dad -- probably early 40s, she guessed -- was tall and lean with a
receding hairline and a friendly face.  He was built like the former
athlete he was, having been a successful three-sport guy in high school. 
He was still in good shape and decent looking for his age.  Never married,
he lived a bachelor's life but remained single.  His cock was a good seven
inches and extremely firm and rigid, giving it ample girth to fill her
mouth.  And she was happy to have her mouth full of something, anything at
this point.  She heard Harry talking to Quigley about her training.

   "It's unproven, of course," he was saying, "but we are hoping to train
her brain to associate sucking with food, rather than biting or chewing. 
She can suck a lollipop, but can't bite it.  Still, she gets the sugar and
satisfaction.  She can suck cock, but not bite or chew.  But the sucking
ultimately gives her the nutritious payoff her body needs."

   "I like the concept," Quigley said.  "She certainly seems to be trying
to suck everything out of my body right now." He laughed.  "Damn, what's
the old saying, 'suck a golf ball through a garden hose'?  I see where they
get that imagery now.  Fuck.  It feels like my balls are going to fly into
her mouth at any moment."

   Megan smiled inwardly at the thought, wishing she could sink her teeth
into a big ball of man meat and cum right now, thousands of sperm filling
her mouth and throat and stomach.  She wanted every last one of them.

   She didn't get them all, but she got enough as Quigley dropped his fork
and put his hand on the back of her head.  The waitress brought the check
as cum spewed into Megan's throat.

   "Did your friend leave?" the waitress asked.

   "No, I dropped my napkin and she's getting it for me," Quigley said. 
Megan was still sucking out his last drops but realized she needed to get
off the floor.  She slid back into the seat next to him.  She looked at the
waitress as she swallowed, then smiled and said, "Could I get a water to
go, please?"

   ***

   As busy as they had been, Megan and the guys still had a long way to go
-- seven more cars to return and cocks to suck -- and it was now early
afternoon.  Luckily, the next two were in the same location, so they went
back to the house.  Megan drove their car, Mick drove Walters' car and
Harry drove Peterson's.  Even though school was out for the summer, both
men were at the high school.  Peterson's job as janitor was year round,
with cleaning and maintenance, while Walters had been in during the morning
to attend a teacher's meeting about the preparations for the fall.  He had
decided to stick around to meet Megan there.  So, the giant school was
empty except for Peterson, Walters and Megan.  Harry and Mick decided to
use the extra time -- Megan had plenty of work to do -- to go back and get
the next car.

   Peterson greeted Megan at the door to the school, letting her in before
locking the door behind them.

   "It's so weird being here when it's empty like this," Megan said as they
walked down the main hallway, past the doors to the gymnasium and the
administrative offices.

   "I'm pretty used to it," Peterson said.  "But I'm going to miss seeing
you in these hallways.  I'm not a pervert or anything, but the last couple
of years when you filled out, well, it was hard not to notice or think
impure thoughts."

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "I don't think you're a pervert, either."

   "You might after today," Peterson laughed.  "Just kidding.  It's nothing
too weird, but Mr.  Walters and I had a couple of little role plays we
wanted to act out with you today."

   "Sounds fun," Megan said, honestly.  "I haven't really done role play,
but it seems like a good way to bring fantasizes to life."

   "Exactly," Peterson said.  "Harmless fun.  So, once we go in here, just
play along.  It's silly, but I assure you we're just having fun and, of
course, we will feed you as I know you must be as hungry as we are horny."

   "Sounds perfect," Megan said.  Peterson was certainly checking her out
but she was happy to not be on display to anyone but him and, soon,
Walters.

   Peterson led her to one of the science labs and told her to go on in. 
"Walters is waiting for you," he said.  "I'm going to give you guys five
minutes to get ready, then I'll be in."

   "OK, sir," Megan said.  "See you soon!"

   Megan went inside and found Walters waiting for her.  He was wearing a
lab coat that was buttoned all the way up.  He was wearing flip flops but
she couldn't tell if he was wearing shorts or anything else under his coat.

   "Wow, you look incredible," he said.  "God, I wish you would have
dressed like this for class every day."

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "I think I would have been expelled though."

   "Well, not today," Walters said.  "So, Peterson told you about some role
playing, right?"

   "Yes!" Megan said.  "It sounds like so much fun."

   "It will be," Walters said.  "So, the first one will be pretty basic. 
I'm the instructor.  Peterson is a student.  And you're, well, no offense,
but you're a pet 'slut' and I'm going to explain to lecture him on the
anatomy, care and, of course, feeding of a pet slut."

   "Oh my, that's hilarious," Megan said.  "Yes, please show him all he
needs to know about me.  This will be so fun.  Of course I'm not offended."

   "Good," Walters said.  "So, I'm going to put this leash on you -- works
out well that you have that little ring on the choker.  I'll lead you in
like you're some pet I just picked up at the pound."

   "That's too funny," Megan said as he put the leash on.  "Please take me
home, mister!" she pouted, putting her hands up like little paws.  She was
so damn cute in that moment, Walters had to fight the urge to drag her to
his car and run off with her.

   "So, you just get in this cage over here and we'll get started," he
said. He put her in a dog kennel that was in the front of the room, next to
a large lab table.  Megan climbed in, sitting on her knees, waiting to see
what would happen next.  She was truly enjoying this.  They were so
creative!  Wasn't this how sex should always be?  Of course, sexier
partners would be nice, but as older men went, Walters and Peterson weren't
bad looking and at least they were fun.

   Walters looked very much like a professor.  He had round spectacles, a
thin mustache and dark hair combed over to hide his balding head.  He was
at least 50, Megan figured, average height and build with a slightly flabby
belly that suggested a little too much beer.  Peterson was a larger man,
built sort of like Harry, heavy set.  He had a large belly, thick legs and
arms, a wide chest and chubby fingers.  He was overweight, but also
muscular, the product of hard work and bad diet.  Megan guessed him to be
in his early to mid 40s.

   Megan heard the door open and saw Peterson walk in.  He had changed into
a t-shirt, gym shorts and some sneakers.  He looked the part of a student.

   "Hello Dr.  Walters," he said.  "Another boring class today?"

   "Very funny, Sal," Walters said.  Megan had never heard Peterson's first
name before.  "I think you will enjoy today's class very much.  Today, I am
going to introduce you to the beautiful and rare pet slut."

   He motioned toward the cage and Peterson, acting as if he was noticing
her for the first time, responded with exaggerated wide mouth and eyes. 
"Wow, what a beautiful pet!"

   "Indeed," Walter said.  "Very rare to find one like this, so beautiful,
a perfect specimen.  Now, every slut like this needs a good home and to be
taken care of.  They can be wild at first, though, hence the cage and
leash."

   "What makes them so wild?" Peterson asked, clearly following a loose
script.

   "Well, an untrained slut can develop an insatiable hunger for sex.  They
are cock-hungry little things with bodies perfectly designed to tease,
entice, lure and capture cocks at will.  They never get enough."

   "So how do you make them a pet?" Peterson asked.

   "You have to train them," Walters said.  "They must learn that their
owner's cock is a gift, a treat, a reward to be earned, an organ to be
worshipped.  But before we get into that, we need to understand the anatomy
of the slut."

   Walters opened the cage and pulled on the leash, leading Megan out of
it. She didn't speak, not sure if she was supposed to talk, make animal
noises or what.  This was weird but fun.  She stood up when Walters pulled
up on the leash.

   "Like all pets, there are a number different ways to praise and punish
your pet slut to train their behavior," Walters said.  "Their breasts and
nipples are particularly sensitive.  Squeezing and touching and rubbing
them like this shows them your appreciation of them."

   He was rubbing Megan's breasts and, indeed, it felt good.  She
exaggerated her reaction with wide eyes and a big smile.  Her nipples were
hard and he pulled up the crop top to expose them.

   "But if a slut misbehaves," he continued, "a light slap on the breast or
tweak of the nipple can get the point across." He did both, neither too
hard, but enough to demonstrate his point.  Megan again exaggerated her
reaction, whimpering and pouting like a scolded puppy.

   "There are two more areas of particular pain and pleasure for a slut,"
Walters said.  He turned Megan around and bent her over the lab table,
showing Peterson her ass, encased in the way-too-small shorts.  "This ass
is particularly tight and firm, definitely eye-catching and worthy of
attention.  Sluts like it to be manhandled, so rubbing or light slapping
tends to turn them on, like this.  But a naughty slut will still get the
point if you smack that ass just a little harder.  It's a fine line between
pleasure and pain and every slut is different.  You just have to learn how
to get your slut to respond the way you want her to.

   "The last zone is the pussy or cunt.  It's mostly a pleasure area that
you can stimulate with your fingers, tongue or yes, your cock.  Sluts go
crazy and their pussy gets very hot and wet with this type of touching."

   Walters was caressing her pussy now while she was still bent over.  Her
wet pussy lips were clearly outlined by the shorts.  Her legs were
straight, back arched and she wanted desperately to have one of them fuck
her or at least finger bang her.  But she knew that was not allowed today.

   "The best way to demonstrate discipline in this area is to deny the
pleasure your slut seeks," Walters continued.  "She's practically begging
for me to fuck her.  She wants that sexual release.  But she's been a
naughty slut, so we tease her to the point that the frustration trumps the
pleasure.  Deny her the orgasm and teach her the lesson."

   By this point, Walters' cock was hard and, with the clock ticking, he
knew he had to get to it.

   "So, as you can see, your slut can dressed and housed as you like and
tamed with a few tender or slightly firm touches," Walters said.  "But of
course, the main thing you have to do is feed your pet slut.  And, as I
mentioned, their favorite foods are cock and cum.  Allow me to
demonstrate."

   He had Megan climb on the lab table and get on her hands and knees.  He
then adjusted the height until her mouth was level with his crotch.  She
bit her lip in anticipation.  It wasn't part of the act and they both knew
it.

   "See what I mean?" Walters smiled.  He opened his lab coat.  He was nude
underneath.  His cock popped out, nearly hitting her in the face.  She
moved her head, trying to catch it as it wagged back and forth in front of
her face.

   He took his cock and slapped it against her cheek, then rubbed it over
her face, jabbing the head against her eyelids and nostrils before finally
serving it to her lips.  The instant three points of contact -- top lip on
top of the head, bottom lip on the bottom of the head and tongue flicking
across the pee hole -- made his cock jerk and he pushed three inches into
her mouth.

   It felt wonderful to have that yummy cock in her mouth.  Megan was so
ready to be fed again.  She lunged forward, eager for more.  Walters was
surprised but did not try to stop her.  He stood firm and let her consume
him, her lips eagerly sliding down, her head bobbing and tilting to get the
right angle to take all of him.

   Walters looked over at Peterson and shrugged his shoulders, a big smile
on his face.  Megan looked up at him, feeling lust and hunger and wishing
he would just fuck her throat.

   "You can feed your slut any way you want," Walters said, trying to hold
his professorial character.  "You can take it nice and slow and make her
work for her dessert while you enjoy her efforts.  Or, you can just grab
her by her handle and fuck her throat raw."

   As he said this, he grabbed her ponytail and held her firm as he
hammered his cock violently in and out of her mouth.  Her head jerked and
she sputtered but she was as determined to stay all the way on his cock as
he was to choke her with it.

   "You can do this as hard as you want," he grunted.  "About the only
limit is don't break her teeth and make sure she can breathe.  Although
sometimes it's fun to make them really inhale you." Empowered by her lusty
cock-gobbling, he pinched her nose shut and watched her munch down further
on him, widening her mouth to try to pull in some air.  Her face turned red
and he let her nose go.

   He pulled out, barked at her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue,
and feverishly jerked his cock until he had squeezed every drop onto on the
tongue.  He plugged her nose again as she swallowed.  "That, dear pupil, is
how you feed a fucking pet slut.  Class dismissed."

   "Damn, that was good!" Peterson said, standing and applauding.  "Nice
show.  My turn now.  Megan, take five minutes, then meet me in the
hallway."

   "Of course, daddy," Megan said, crawling slowly off the table.  Walters
took off the leash and she walked wobbly out the door toward the restroom.

   "Little bitch damn near inhaled me," Walters said.

   "That was impressive," Peterson nodded in agreement.  "Damn, I hope this
isn't the last time we get to do this.  I really want to fuck her pussy and
ass before she goes off to college or whatever the hell she decides to do.
I watched that little ass go up and down these halls for way too long not
to get a piece of it now that I'm this close."

   "We will get a piece," Walters said.  "Those two old guys can't give her
enough cock to do it on their own."

   "I'm not sure there is enough cock for her," Peterson said.  "Now not
only is she built for it, but she's becoming obsessed with it."

   "Cum dumb, they say," Walters nodded.  "She's book smart but cum dumb."
They both laughed, then moved on to the next act in their little play.

   Megan was in the bathroom where only a few weeks ago she would have been
talking with Kasey and her other friends about boys or the latest school
gossip.  Instead, she was now rinsing out her mouth, fixing her hair and
actually looking forward to having another guy old enough to be her dad
shove his cock in her mouth.  What a crazy, crazy week this was.  She had
launched her plan thoughtfully and carefully, but she never thought things
would go like this.  Even weirder was that she was enjoying most of it. 
The public exposure was nerve-racking, the fear of seeing someone she knew
was terrifying and she simply pushed the thought of anal sex out of her
mind.  But the rest of it -- even the rougher sex and harsh language and
light bondage -- was all a lot of fun.  It was exciting not knowing what
was going to happen next and her body had trembled with excitement and
anticipation so many times in the last couple of days.  Not to mention that
her orgasms had been unlike any she'd had before.  She was desperate for
another one and she knew it would be incredible when they finally let her
get off.

   She rejoined the guys.  Peterson was now dressed in a pair of gray
overalls, looking like a car mechanic or some sort of service technician.
And Walters was dressed in what she assumed he had worn to the staff
meeting -- jeans and an untucked polo shirt.

   Peterson led the way to the basement.  It was a dark, steep stairway
that led to a large room that was used for storage.  It was also home to a
lot of Peterson's maintenance equipment.  He had a small metal desk and old
office chair there along with a locker and two large tool cabinets.  It was
dark, but kind of homey in a way and Megan could picture Peterson hanging
out down here during the school day in between work projects, especially
since a lot of his work took place after class hours.

   Peterson stood next to Megan in the middle of the room, his arm around
her waist.  Walters sat in the old office chair.  "Thank you for attending
our seminar on care and maintenance of essential school equipment.  Today,
we are discussing the most important piece of equipment any school
maintenance man can have at his disposal -- the school slut.  Like any
other tool or machine you use daily, the school slut should undergo routine
maintenance and inspection on a regular basis.  The purpose of this is to
make sure that she is providing maximum output every day."

   "I thought school sluts were like those watches -- they just give a
licking and keep on ticking," Walters said.  Megan giggled at their
scripted joke.  This was so goofy, but it was playful and she liked it.

   "They do," Peterson said, "but they will maintain peak performance only
if you make sure they are adequately prepared and cared for.  So, at least
once I week, I recommend a thorough inspection.  Fortunately, school sluts
don't wear many clothes and they are quite flexible, so this process is
relatively easy -- not to mention enjoyable.

   "I recommend immobilizing the school slut as they tend to get horny and
want to squirm or touch themselves.  Would you like to lend me a hand?"

   Together the men led Megan to a wide, adjustable work bench that was on
wheels that could be locked in place for stability.  She laid on her back
and they moved the table under a large pipe.  Walters held her legs
straight up in the air while Peterson tied them to the pipe with long
strips of soft fabric cut from an old sweatshirt so as not to leave marks
on her ankles.  Then they pulled her arms down and Walters knelt below the
bench, holding her wrists as close together as he could, making her back
arch and chest pop out while her shoulders strained.  Her arms still
weren't long enough to touch, but Peterson used another long strip of cloth
to tie them together under the bench.

   "Now, we have access to the essential areas we need to check," Peterson
said.  "Specifically, we will be looking for firmness, fitness,
functionality and signs of excessive wear and tear.  As you know, school
sluts have insatiable sexual appetites and invite rough and frequent
intercourse.  That's part of what we love about them, but also cause for
concern about overuse."

   "That makes sense," Walters said.

   "So, naturally, the pussy is a prime area of concern," Peterson said. 
He was now standing over Megan, straddling her and the bench, facing her
pussy.  He reached down and moved the tiny band of her shorts to the side,
exposing her soft, pink pussy.

   "Now, this is a brand new school slut," Peterson said, "so this is what
you want to see when you examine the pussy.  See how healthy and pink it
looks?  Juicy, soft lips, smooth mound."

   "Yes, it looks perfect," Walters said.

   "It hasn't been gangbanged and stretched out yet," Peterson said. 
"Which is very nice.  Prime pussy here.  Tight and right.  Still, we want
to make sure it's working properly, so we just push the starter button and
then give it a little wiggle."

   He touched her clit and rubbed it for about 15 seconds.  Megan squirmed
with pleasure, but her movements were limited by her bonds.

   "That's the response we're looking for -- and why we tied her up,"
Peterson smiled.  "You can almost hear that little engine purring now can't
you?" He put a thermometer in her pussy.  "The temperature should start to
rise now," he continued, "and when we pull it out, it should be wet -- and
sweet to the taste.  Prime perfect pussy tastes fresh and sweet, like a
sugary syrup."

   "I love that taste," Walters nodded.  "Temp is going up."

   "Yes it is," Peterson confirmed.  "Let's have a taste." He pulled the
thermometer out and licked the end of it, then handed it to Walters, who
licked further down the length of the thermometer.  "Tastes fresh and
sweet."

   "Sure does."

   "So, what we have here is a healthy, tight, perfectly maintained and not
overused young slut cunt," Peterson said.  "Grab that clipboard and give
the pussy a 5, please and check off tight, hot, wet and sweet on the
checklist."

   Walters complied.  Megan had no idea if there was actually a checklist,
but Walters was at least using the clipboard and appeared to be writing on
a piece of paper.

   "Next, you want to check the ass," Peterson said.  Megan's ass was
lifted slightly off the table by the bonds and pipe, so Peterson walked
around to the foot of the bench and cupped her ass cheeks.  "We check them
for look, feel and firmness.  We observe that they look perfect.  We
squeeze and they feel firm.  We slap and we see that they jiggle nicely."

   He did all these things and Walters recorded the results, including a
five-star rating.  Peterson pulled the shorts back over her pussy lips and
walked around to the head of the table.  "The next area to examine is the
tits," he said, pulling up her crop top.  "There isn't likely to be overuse
here, of course, but we do want to examine nonetheless for firmness,
bounce, nipple size and sensitivity."

   Peterson stroked and squeezed her breasts.  He grabbed them in his hands
and squeezed them together, making the nipples touch.  He pulled on her
nipples and kissed them and sucked them, making them rigid.  He smacked and
bounced her breasts, watching how they moved and jiggled.

   "Excellent overall in terms of shape, firmness, bounce, perkiness and
nipples," Peterson reported as Walters marked the form.  "Make it four
stars, though, with the comment that size is adequate, but enhancement is
recommended."

   Another reference to a boob job.  Megan had thought about getting
implants at some point but hadn't seriously considered it until this week.
It was apparent they all liked her breasts, but would increase their size
at least a little if they could.  If she wanted to be a cock-teasing
man-pleaser, maybe she should do it.  She would think about it.

   Peterson left her breasts exposed as he moved on.  "Next, we examine the
mouth," he said.  "I have it on good authority that, unlike her pussy, this
little cock-sucking mouth has been put to extensive use.  As well it
should. So, first, we see the lips.  Nice, pouty, very kissable.  Let's
mark here that an enhancement would be recommended, but these are healthy
and more than adequate."

   Lip injection.  Yep, Megan was getting that hint too.

   "Now, we have a petite little school slut here, so size is always a
concern," Peterson said.  He pulled her mouth open with his hands, pulling
her lips back, exposing her teeth.  "She has lovely teeth, no cavities,
very straight and white.  Tongue is soft and pink.  Let's recommend a
tongue ring.  Throat looks nice and healthy, which is important because
with such a small head and mouth, cock is going to reach that throat
easily. It's a little red back there, now that I look closer, like maybe it
recently took a good hard fucking."

   "I heard something about that," Walters laughed.

   "Well, her throat is a little raw, but everything else looks good so I
think she's good to go," Peterson said.  "A good test of the size and her
capabilities is the ball test." Peterson opened his overalls and pulled out
his cock.  He straddled her head and dipped his balls toward her mouth.  He
used his fingers to pull her lips back and jaw open, making room for both
balls in her mouth.  Megan cooperated, of course, happy to lick and suck on
them as they puffed out her cheeks like a chipmunk prepping for winter.

   "Fuck, that feels good," Peterson said.

   "School sluts do make good little ball lickers," Walters nodded. 
Peterson was rock hard now, pre-cum on the head of his cock.

   "Probably the most important maintenance for your school slut," Peterson
said, regaining his composure and falling back into character, "is to make
sure they are well fed and hydrated.  They need to have energy to do all
the naughty things they love to do for us.  So, sometimes in the early
afternoon, it's nice to give them a little energy drink.  There are a lot
of them on the market, but school sluts love the taste of my all-natural
energy drink.  Allow me to demonstrate."

   He stood over her, his cock bobbing above her face, and pointed the head
down to her lips.  She sucked it in happily, licking all around the head
and lapping up the sweet pre-cum.  She expected him to shove his cock down
her throat -- although that would be difficult unless they re-positioned
her so her head hung off the end of the table -- but instead, he just fed
her the head and a couple of inches, instructing her to just lick and suck.

   "Just lick it like a lollipop, baby," he groaned.  "Just make love to
it. Give it kisses and swirl your tongue around it."

   Megan followed all instructions and felt him throbbing in her mouth. 
She saw him grip his cock tightly, controlling his aim and flow as cum
oozed out, not in jets and spurts, but in a lava-like gush, falling from
the tip of his cock in globs on her tongue.  She got to taste it and hold
it in her mouth before swallowing.  She continued to lick and slurp on the
head while he squeezed the final drops out of his shaft.

   They guys untied her and Megan hopped up, playing the scene out to its
conclusion, "Whew, I feel great!  I'm ready to run a marathon or
something!" she said, bouncing up and down.

   "Energy shots will do that," Peterson said.

   Walters handed her the checklist -- it was real -- and told her to give
it to Mick and Harry.

   "I will, sir," she promised.  "I'm really sorry I didn't realize how
much fun you two were when I was in school.  I would have done this every
day.  That was a lot of fun.  I love role playing."

   She also loved that they hadn't spent time trying to convince her to
work for them or be their sugar baby or anything like that.  They just
enjoyed her in the moment.  That was nice.

   As expected, Harry and Mick were waiting for her outside the school. 
Harry was in Yelton's car and Mick was driving his.  Megan hopped in with
him and told him all about the fun role playing as they drove.  She also
showed him the maintenance checklist.

   "They recommend breast and lip enhancements and a tongue ring," she told
him.  "They wanted me to point that out to you."

   "Good girl for sharing that," Mick said.  "How do you feel about those
things?  There's a lot we can tell you to do this week, but those are
decisions that we won't force on you.  We can make recommendations and even
probably arrange to have any of those things done for free, but, we do
respect you enough that we know those are your choices to make."

   "I appreciate that," Megan said.  "I don't know.  I mean, I won't lie,
I've thought about all those things even before this week, but it was never
really plausible.  You know, good girl, parents and all.  But now, they are
coming home to a different daughter.  Plus I'm an adult and it's my body,
my decision.  So, yeah, I'm thinking about all of it."

   "Smart to give it thought," Mick said.  "I know you're an intelligent
girl, so I'll just give you time to think about it and you can ask me any
questions any time."

   "Thank you, daddy," Megan said.  "You're the best!"

   "You seem pretty happy," Mick said.  "Feeling good?  Hungry?"

   "I feel great right now," Megan said, chomping on another big wad of
gum. "I think it's because it was so much fun doing that role playing. 
They were so silly, it made it a lot of fun.  Plus, two loads so close
together helped fill me up a little bit."

   "Well, you have five more to go," Mick said.  "So I'm glad you have
plenty of energy and are having fun.  The other good news is your throat
will get some rest tomorrow.  We have other holes to train, after all."

   "I need my pussy fucked so bad," Megan squealed.  "That's the only bad
thing so far today.  I just want to cum."

   "Ha-ha!" Mick laughed.  "Just wait your turn, little slut."

   "You know I will, daddy.  It's actually kind of fun not being able to
cum, feeling like I'm on the verge off and on all day.  I just know when it
finally happens it's going to feel sooooo good."

   Mick pulled into a parking lot at one of the city parks.  It was a warm,
sunny afternoon and plenty of people were out.  The park was adjacent to a
public pool and just a block from a popular shopping district, so it was a
common gathering place for people from all over town.  Megan's good spirits
were interrupted by growing anxiety.

   "He wants to meet here?" she asked timidly.

   "Yes," Mick said.  "Don't be nervous.  You look great.  Plenty of people
around here in swimsuits, shorts and tank tops.  You aren't that
different."

   But Megan knew the heels and choker and blatantly too-small clothes
would draw attention in ways that those other revealing outfits wouldn't.
This outfit was designed to make her look sexy -- not ready for shopping or
the pool.  It was designed to turn heads.  Megan would not blend in.  Not
like this.  She again reminded herself of cheerleading and competing in
public.  She reminded herself of Rothman's office.  She had handled that.
She could do this.

   "He said he would be waiting by the playground," Mick said.

   Megan got out of the car and started walking toward the playground,
about 200 yards away.  She didn't see Yelton yet, but she walked in a
straight line, trying not to notice heads turning or murmured comments from
judgmental passersby.

   She reached the playground and stopped close to the slide.  Still no
sign of Yelton.  Then a man approached her and said, "Excuse me, miss, but
there's a guy over there taking pictures.  I think he's taking pictures of
you."

   She looked over and saw Yelton step away from a tree.  He was holding
his camera and smiling.  Megan smiled back, "Thank you, sir," she said. 
"That's my friend.  He's a photographer.  It's OK."

   "Sorry," Yelton said as he walked up.  "You looked so hot walking
through the park, I couldn't resist."

   "Thank you," Megan said, looking down at her outfit.  "These clothes
definitely stand out."

   "That they do," Yelton said.  He led her over to a picnic table and they
sat down.  Megan couldn't imagine where he would have her suck his cock in
such a public place.  The restaurant was one thing, but this was crazy.

   "I wanted to talk to you about modeling," he started.  Megan giggled.

   "Mr.  Quigley talked to me about the same thing," she said.

   "Well, I think what he has in mind and what I have in mind are pretty
different," Yelton said.  "I'm thinking online.  Your own website."

   "I don't want to do porn," Megan said.  "I'm not sure what I want to do
right now, but I know I don't want to do that.  I'm sorry."

   "No, this wouldn't be porn," Yelton assured her.  "It would be very
sexy, but not porn.  And we would both make a lot of money."

   "Hmm, OK," Megan said.  "You really think I'm pretty enough to make
money doing that?"

   Yelton could tell she wasn't fishing for compliments.  She really was
humble about her appearance.  That was refreshing and it made him like her
even more.

   "Absolutely," he said.  "We're not talking about supermodels or anything
like that.  These are models who do sexy photo sets and videos, but no
porn. In fact, it could be no nudity at all if you wanted.  There have been
a lot of very successful 'non-nude models' -- not underage or anything --
who just post new photo sets a couple of times a week and subscribers can
view those."

   "Hmm, that sounds all right," Megan said.

   "Yeah, if you're interested, you can look up some older ones I used to
like -- they aren't modeling any more, but you can still find their photos
and see what I'm talking about," he said.  "I really liked Next Door Nikki,
Princess Blue Eyes, Teen Kasia, Teen Tiffany and Alison Angel.  No porn. 
Some did nudity, some didn't.  Mostly hot little outfits like you have on
now.  I'll send you the names and links and you can look if you're
interested."

   "Thank you, I would like that," Megan said.  "And people paid for this?"

   "A lot," Yelton said.  "I never subscribed, but there were plenty of
sample images you could find for free.  But I know the subscriptions were
like $20 a month.  I know you're a smart girl.  Take 10,000 subscribers --
and I think you would have more than that -- times $20 a month.  That's
good money split two ways."

   "Even split?"

   "Yes, even split of the profits.  I would cover the expenses -- any
photography equipment, clothing, the website and, in exchange, you would
make sure my sexual needs were met.  You would have no expenses whatsoever
in terms of the business."

   "That's a great offer," Megan said.  "I'm flattered.  Um, I just need to
think about things.  I hope that's OK."

   "Of course," Yelton said.  "I didn't expect an answer today.  I'm just
glad you're willing to consider it."

   "It sounds interesting," Megan said.  "I like it more than working with
Mr.  Quigley and my mom or Mr.  Rothman and my dad.  Or being Mr.  Hanson's
sugar baby."

   "Yes, those offers are pathetic," Yelton laughed.  "My competition isn't
as strong as I expected.  Well, anyway, I just want to take a few photos of
you today -- for my viewing only -- and then you may feast on my cock."

   "Yummy, I can't wait!"

   "We don't have tons of time and I really like fun, candid shots, not
stuffy staged portraits," he said, "so I just want you to play on the
playground, walk along the trail, get a drink from the fountain -- just be
as natural as you can be.  I'll be right with you and I'll just tell anyone
who gets too nosy that we're just shooting some shots for a modeling
portfolio."

   "That sounds good," Megan said.  "Um, I guess you will just tell me if
you want me to turn a certain way or, you know, stick anything out?" Yelton
laughed.  He loved how sweet and naïve she could be, while being so
willing and so sexy.

   "Yes, I'll let you know if you need to stick anything out," he said. 
"Just be natural and try to have some fun with it.  Big smile, please."

   Megan felt more at ease.  Yelton had such an easygoing style.  He
clearly loved taking pictures of women, but he wasn't creepy about it.  It
was just fun for him, but it was also "no big deal." He was very carefree,
sort of a hippie mentality, though he looked more metrosexual.  He was
probably in his late 30s, well groomed, average build, full dark bid, light
brown skin indicative of a mixed race background, although Megan couldn't
tell exactly what races.  He was decent looking and kind of classy.  She
got good vibes from him.

   That made it easier to smile as she carefully played on some of the
playground equipment, her heels a bit of a hindrance climbing up the slide
and the jungle gym, but she knew it was not an option to take them off. 
She hung on the monkey bars, all too aware that her tank top was riding up
and her nipples were nearly exposed.

   She smiled and laughed with the kids on the playground, who didn't judge
her at all, though she knew their parents almost certainly did.  She moved
onto the walking trail, walking down the path with the other walkers while
cyclists, joggers and rollerbladers whizzed by.  Yelton walked behind her
for a while, then raced ahead of her, the camera clicking the whole time.

   People saw him with his professional equipment and seemed to realize
this all had a purpose.  They didn't have to like it, but it's not like she
was a victim or there was some sort of illicit pornographic activity.  A
photographer taking pictures of a scantily clad model was hardly
newsworthy. Megan sensed this and her apprehension faded and her smile
broadened.  This was actually pretty fun.

   Yelton walked up to her and said, "Get a drink from the fountain.  Let
some of the water spill on your shirt.  Yes, your nipples will be exposed,
but play it off like an accident and try to cover yourself.  I'll help you
and then we'll run off to the parking lot."

   "OK," Megan said, biting her lip nervously.  Yelton took a picture of
that too.  Too sexy not to.

   Megan went to water fountain and took a drink, then let the water
dribble out of her mouth and down her shirt.  The thin material became
transparent almost immediately.  She stood up, clutching her chest and
Yelton came over, laughing, and put his arm around her.  Together they
walked quickly toward the parking lot.  The guys had left his car in a
corner of the lot with a dumpster on one side and tree on the other.  For
such a busy place, they were relatively isolated.

   "Back seat," he said.  "More head room there.  First, though, take your
top off and put it on top of the car.  The sun will dry it while you do
your job."

   Megan took off her top and laid it on top of the car, pushing her
breasts against the car so no one would see.  Yelton got in the back seat
with his back against the car door.  Megan crawled in the other side,
kneeling on the seat between his legs.  He already had his cock out and his
camera ready.  Megan took a quick look out the car windows, but saw no one
particularly close by.  She knelt down, looking up at him, asked
permission. He granted it and she accepted by placing a big kiss on the
head of his cock.  She slowly took him in her mouth and felt her tummy
rumble.  Was it possible her body was already anticipating sustenance, just
from the smell and taste of cock?  She knew smelling food being prepared
could start your body's gastric juices.  Was it possible that her body was
learning to this smell and taste with an impending meal?  That was pretty
funny.

   As she sucked him, Megan looked up at Yelton, who took several
point-of-view shots of her oral talents.  Then he turned the camera around
so she could see the photos he had taken as he scrolled through them.  It
turned her on to see the sexy shots he had taken of her on the playground
and in the park, then of her sucking him.  Again she felt the urge to touch
herself, but she resisted.  His pleasure was all that mattered.  She sucked
harder, deeper and more urgently.  He sensed her hunger, her craving.  It
was intense, overwhelming.  He came directly in her mouth, watching her
face as she collected his sperm and held it, waiting for his approval to
swallow.  What an amazing young woman.

   Megan reached out the car window and grabbed her somewhat dryer crop top
and put it on.  "Thank you, sir.  I had fun," she said, realizing as she
said it how much it sounded like she was thanking a guy for a pleasant
date.

   Harry picked her up this time and they drove off to meet Mick, who was
already on his way to the college to return Blackmon's car.  Megan popped a
blowpop in her mouth and told Harry about the photoshoot, but she left out
the part about a website.  She was intrigued and wanted to investigate that
idea on her own.

   So many doors were opening up for her right now, it was crazy.  And the
one she assumed she would take was still there waiting for her as well:
College.  And behind that door was Mr.  Blackmon.

   Harry dropped her off as close as he could get to the administrative
office building, but it was a closed campus, so it was still a pretty long
walk.  By now, Megan was becoming more comfortable in public.  It helped
that the campus was largely deserted as most students had left for the
summer.  A few were around for summer courses, but the quad was almost
desolate as she walked across.  She knew it would be much different in the
fall.  The only question was, would she be here then?

   She entered the admin building and was directed to Blackmon's office. 
She handed him his keys and told him where Mick had left the car.  She
didn't have any particular feelings about Blackmon yet.  He had been nice
enough showing her and her parents around campus.  But he didn't seem to be
genuinely interested in her or her plans or anything.  She was just another
student taking a campus tour.  That was the case until a day ago, when she
became a prospective student willing to suck her counselor's cock.  Now he
was very friendly and overly happy to see her.  He seemed fake to her. 
Walters and Peterson had been fun.  Rothman and Quigley were business, but
they were polite and professional.  And Yelton was just plain cool -- for
an old guy.  But Blackmon, well, she couldn't tell who he really was.  She
didn't trust him.  At least not yet.

   "You look even hotter today than you did last night," Blackmon said,
leering at her.  "Damn, I'm glad you're going to be on campus every day
soon."

   "Me too, sir," Megan said.  No need to broach the idea that she was
having second thoughts about college right now.  She was keeping all
options open at this point.

   "So, about that, I wanted to make you aware of some opportunities
available to help you get through any difficulties you have with your
grades or your finances," Blackmon said.  "We have a group here within the
administration that helps a few students every year who find themselves in
difficult situations.  Now, I'm part of the group, but Mr.  Thornton is the
final decision maker.  So, he's going to join us shortly and he will
explain the program while you, um, do what you came to do."

   "He's going to watch me?" Megan asked.

   "I'm afraid it's a necessary part of the process," Blackmon grinned
lasciviously.  "I trust you can listen and suck at the same time?"

   "Of course, sir," Megan said.  "I will focus on your pleasure first and
foremost, of course, but will pay close attention to Mr.  Thornton as
well."

   "Excellent," Blackmon said.  "I must say, you're much brighter than most
of the students in this particular program we have.  But still I think you
might find it beneficial."

   "I'm sure I will, sir.  Thank you for the opportunity."

   Megan found it difficult to be comfortable with Blackmon.  He was kind
of creepy and hard to read.  Thornton joined them a few minutes later.  If
he was surprised at Megan's appearance or attire, he didn't show it.

   "Nice to meet you, Megan," he said.  "I've heard a lot about you.  I
know why you're here, but you might not fully understand why I'm here."

   "Not exactly, sir," Megan admitted.  "Mr.  Blackmon explained that you
were going to tell me about some program that I might qualify for."

   "That's right," Thornton said.  "You may go ahead and suck Mr. 
Blackmon's cock.  I have to evaluate your appropriateness for this program
before I can share the details."

   Thornton was a very peculiar man, Megan thought.  He was quite tall --
maybe 6-6, Megan guessed -- with white-blond hair, pale skin, thin lips and
beady green eyes.  He was fit and lean and probably in his 40s, she
guessed, though it was hard to judge.  He pursed his lips a lot and barely
opened his mouth when he talked.  There was no expression on his face or in
his voice.

   Blackmon was standing in front of his desk, leaning back on it, his arms
folded across his chest.  He unzipped his pants and dropped them around his
ankles.  He motioned for Megan to take her place in front of him.  She
squatted down, balancing on her heels like a baseball catcher -- and kissed
the head of his short, thick cock.  She sucked and licked and was
distracted by the quiet in the room.  There was no noise, no groans or
comments.  Nothing.  Just the sound of her sucking mouth.

   It was a shocking contrast to Mick and Harry, who were always talking to
her.  Or to Walters and Peterson, who were great fun.  Or to Yelton, who
was so calm and cool.  This was tense.  It felt sterile, like a lab
experiment.  Blackmon touched the back of her head, urging her to go
deeper. She swallowed all of him.

   "OK," Thornton said.  "Please continue, Megan, while I explain the
program.  First, I had to make sure you not only were attractive enough,
but that you also had the skills and attitude to match.  I can see from
your enthusiastic and impressive efforts on Mr.  Blackmon that you have fit
all the necessary requirements to be a program candidate."

   Megan listened, thinking how weird this all was, but happy for some sort
of noise in the room.  She just wanted Blackmon to shoot his load so she
could get out of here.

   "There exists at this university a select group of administrators and
professors -- eight in all -- who discovered that some students need some
extra assistance.  In some cases, they are struggling with one class and
just need to earn extra credit.  In others, they don't have time or the
desire to study but need to pass classes and graduate.  And in others, they
can't afford their education and need financial assistance.  Now, obviously
with such a small group, we have neither the time nor resources to assist
every student.  So, we have a very strict selection process.  Those
admitted are part of an elite and exclusive group.

   "In short, they are all attractive, sexy young women who are willing to
do things such as you're doing right now in exchange for the grades or
funds needed.  Naturally, discretion is critical.  You don't want to be
embarrassed or kicked out of school and we don't want to lose our jobs. 
So, the trust factor is inherent.  There is no hidden agenda, no dark
secret.  It's just a simple trade off of ordinary sexual favors for grades
or money."

   Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing.  She had heard of girls
trading sex for grades before, of course, but she hadn't pictured anything
so organized as this.

   "Essentially how it works is, if you have to take a math prerequisite,
for example, but struggle with math.  You can either try to pass the class
on your own and provide the necessary services to your professor --
provided he's part of our group -- to maintain your grade.  Or you can
bypass the classes and tests and simply trade a semester's worth of sex for
an A grade.  The financial tradeoffs are much more complex, as you might
expect, but Mr.  Blackmon assures me that you have high test scores and
have received significant scholarship aid.  I congratulate you on that. 
Not all of our members are blessed with your mix of brains and beauty."

   Blackmon was very hard now and picking up the pace.  She hoped he would
finish soon.  Thornton's self-important, monotone droning was annoying and
boring.

   "Despite your intelligence, you might find a certain class too difficult
or time consuming and wish to take an easier road," Thornton said.  "In
that instance, you would inform Mr.  Blackmon, who would collect his fee to
facilitate the process with your professor.  Because there's no direct
discussion of the transaction between you and the professor, there are no
texts or recorded conversations to expose the activity.  Mr.  Blackmon
makes all arrangements and, should anyone catch on to your activities, it
could be explained as actions between consenting adults.  There would be no
evidence of grade-fixing or other offenses."

   Megan had to admit it seemed relatively fool proof.  She wondered what
the frequency of the sex acts were -- how many times for an A, etc.  And
what Blackmon's fee was.  Despite the subtle brilliance of the plan,
however, she found it distasteful simply because of her distrust of
Blackmon and distaste for Thornton.  She couldn't see her becoming part of
this group, though was sort of flattered that she was considered a worthy
member.

   Meanwhile, Blackmon's member was throbbing and pulsing and he held her
head as he came in her mouth.  She sucked his hot seed out of him and
swallowed as she went, remembering to make eye contact all the way through
until she had milked him dry.  He seemed satisfied, but this had been the
least enjoyable of her encounters today.  She hoped the next one would be
better.

   "Thank you so much for offering me inclusion in the group," Megan said,
standing up.  "I'm very honored and flattered.  I will consult with Mr. 
Blackmon should I decide to utilize any of your, um, resources."

   "Very well," Thornton said.  "Nice meeting you."

   And with that very odd ending, Megan was escorted out of the building.

   ***

   Megan didn't even know that to tell the guys about Blackmon and
Thornton. She just told them it was very weird and that she wasn't sure
college was the right fit for her.  That, of course, was music to their
ears as college represented the most likely way for Megan to fully leave
them behind.  Their hope was to find a way to extend their opportunities
with her beyond this week.  There were a lot of variables, but eliminating
college meant she would most likely still live right next door a little
while longer and give them more time to enjoy her company, so long as they
could hide it from her parents.

   In the meantime, three more stops awaited and it was getting well into
the evening.  Granderson was next.  This was another one that made Megan
nervous.  Not because of him.  He was a very nice man.  But he was her best
friend's dad and that made it awkward.  She had known him forever.  Kasey's
mom had died six years ago and Megan remembered how hard that was for
Kasey. She had never thought about how hard it was for her dad.  The poor
man would soon be alone with Kasey leaving for college.  That made Megan
sad for him and she wanted to help him, but she didn't want to hurt Kasey
in the process.

   She was relieved to find out they weren't going to Kasey's house.  They
were going to a movie theater.  Smart.  Megan understood that discretion
was as important to Granderson as it was to her.  At the same time, the man
had needs that, as far as Megan knew, had not been met for a very long
time, until yesterday.  She was about to address those needs again.

   Movie ticket and Granderson's keys in hand, she entered the movieplex
and found the theater he was to be waiting for her in.  He was seeing an
action flick that had received modest reviews and had been in theaters for
a few weeks.  The crowd for this one was sure to be low.  Another wise
choice.

   Granderson had texted Mick that he was in the back row, far left corner.
The movie was already playing so it was difficult to see in the dark
theatre.  Megan approached him slowly, not wanting to come upon the wrong
man.  As her eyes adjusted, however, she recognized the outline of his face
and smiled as she sat next to him.

   Even though there were few people in the theater and no one in their
row, Granderson leaned over toward her, put his hand on her thigh and said
in a low voice, "You look incredible, even in the dark."

   "Thank you," Megan smiled.  "It's good to see you."

   "I hope you don't mind this," Granderson said.  "I didn't want to risk
Kasey seeing us at home and I've always kind of had a fantasy about getting
a blowjob in a theater."

   "I think it's perfect," Megan said, opening her thighs as he stroked her
pussy through her shorts.  "I don't want Kasey to know either, but you have
needs that must be taken care of.  That's the most important thing.  I've
learned that.  I love to give and it's something I'm happy to give you."

   "You're amazing," he smiled.  "It's, well, it's been a long time.  Until
yesterday."

   "I know and I'm so sorry," Megan said.  "I hope I can help you, um,
address those needs in the future."

   "That would be nice," Granderson said.  "I wish I could share my
popcorn, but I know that's against the rules today."

   "It's OK,' Megan said.  "You have all I need for nourishment in that big
cock of yours.  May I please have it?"

   "Yes, you may," Granderson grinned.  He unbuttoned his fly and pulled
out his cock.

   "I feel so bad," Megan giggled.  "You're not supposed to sneak food into
the theater.  You carried mine in and they never noticed."

   "Just make sure you get it all," he smiled.  "The floor is already
sticky enough."

   "I won't miss a drop," Megan assured him.  She leaned over and took him
in her mouth.  He leaned back, hand resting on her head, other hand
casually scooping up popcorn, enjoying this most unique movie-going
experience.

   Megan really cared for him and felt for him, so she wanted to make this
as special as she could.  She took her time, licking and kissing on him,
placing little kisses on the head and then up and down the shaft.  Then
circling her tongue around the head and flicking it back and forth up and
down the shaft and teasing the balls.  She slurped up his pre-cum and kept
on going, bobbing her head slowly up and down, taking about half of him in
her mouth each time.  She kept that pace and depth for about 10 minutes,
not rushing him.  She let him dictate.  Once he started lifting his hips,
she knew he was getting closer.  She responded by going further down on him
and staying down, holding his entire cock in her mouth, feeling it pulse
and flex in her mouth.  She sucked harder, feeling her cheeks hollow as she
imagined those delicious little sperm struggling to make it through his
long shaft to her warm, welcoming mouth.  She wanted to help them along, to
make their journey easier.  She sucked hard, coaxing them, luring them
closer and closer until finally he grabbed his cock and jerked on the base,
forcing his cum and all those sperm to fly into her mouth and down her
gullet.

   She cleaned him up, being careful not to get anything on his pants, then
leaned in and hugged him.  He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.  It
was sweet, genuine affection.  No, Kasey wouldn't understand, but Megan
knew she was doing a good thing helping her dad like this.  No matter what
path she chose, she hoped she could still be there for him if he needed
her.

   The movie was still going as Megan left.  She stopped in the restroom
and cleaned up, then went out into the fading evening light.  As always,
the guys were there.  They were so reliable.  She really appreciated that.

   They had some time to kill before they were scheduled to meet Meeks, so
the guys, who had just finished dinner, fed Megan hers.  They took turns
with her in the backseat of the car while the other drove casually around
town, gradually making their way to their meeting place with Meeks.

   It turned out that he had invested some of his lucrative medical
practice profits to become a silent owner of a local strip club.  He didn't
want his name attached to the place, for logical reasons, but he liked the
investment as well as the access to unwind with beautiful women at his own
private table.  He could get in and out of the club discreetly.  And he
liked the fact that many of his dancers were also his customers.  He had
made more than half the firm jiggling tits in this place, and he was proud
of it.

   One of the bouncers met Megan, Harry and Mick at the door and ushered
them inside.  Megan knew she was too young to be in a strip club because of
the alcohol, but apparently Meeks didn't care about the rules.  And the
bouncers did what Meeks told them to do.

   Meeks had a large rounded booth in a dark corner of the club.  There was
a partition he could close, allowing him to have private interaction with
the girls.  After all, it was his duty to check on his patients, right?

   Meeks offered Harry and Mick drinks and gave Megan some water. 
Together, they sat back and watched the girls dance.  Megan sat next to
Meeks.  He had his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, touching her
breasts and thighs.

   "I didn't bring you here to convince you to be a stripper," Meeks said.
"I brought you here to show you the type of breast implants I was talking
about.  I'm not telling you to get them or no, but I want you to be able to
make an informed decision.  I put the tits on most of these girls.  Some of
them go too big, in my opinion.  I don't recommend big jumbo bimbo tits for
you.  You have a tight, hard, petite body.  You're fit and firm.  You can
carry the extra breasts just fine, but I would recommend something more
like Lexy over there."

   He pointed to a dancer on the stage.

   "When she's done with her set, she's going to come over and I'll
introduce."

   "That would be nice," Megan said, feeling intimidated.  These women were
beautiful and sexy.  "Thank you, sir."

   A few minutes later Lexy joined them.  She was young -- early 20s, Megan
assumed.  And her body was similar to Megan's -- petite, skinny waist, long
legs.  She had platinum blonde hair with red streaks in it and pretty eyes
underneath a lot of mascara.  She wore only a thong and heels.  Now, Megan
and, guys, you too, give those tits a good squeeze and see what you think.

   Mick and Harry both were more than happy to grope the young stripper and
play with her huge jugs.  Megan was hesitant.  She had never felt another
woman's breasts before -- not like this.  She reached out, smiling
nervously, and touched them.  They felt firm and natural.  She squeezed
them a little bit.  They were big and heavy, a nice handful.

   "Now, Lexy has a 24-inch waist and she's the same height as you," Meeks
said.  "Your waist is maybe a 22?"

   "Yes," Megan nodded.

   "OK, now Lexy had tits about your size.  We put these in.  These make
her a 34DD.  They are big, but not ridiculous.  They look natural on her."

   Megan had to agree, they did look big, but also natural.  And they felt
nice too.

   "That's the sort of look you could pull off too," Meeks said.  "Those
are the sort of tits where you can't tell if they are real or not.  It's
plausible either way.  And they look and feel fucking great."

   "They are really nice," Megan said.  "And Lexy, you're gorgeous.  And
such a great dancer."

   "Thank you, dear," Lexy smiled.  "If you have any questions about these
implants or Dr.  Meeks, just let me know.  I highly recommend him and
these." She cupped her breasts for emphasis.

   "Lexy also had an injection in her lips," Meeks continued.  "See, full,
luscious, but not big balloons, right"

   "They are beautiful," Megan nodded.  They didn't look inflated like some
pictures she had seen.  They just looked naturally thick and full.  Very
sensual and attractive.  "Would mine look like that?"

   "Yes," Meeks nodded.  "Just a subtle change that gives you those fuller
lips that are very attractive -- for kissing, sucking cock and all those
things we love you to do with your mouth."

   They chatted a little while longer, then Mick and Harry mentioned that
time was starting to get a little tight.  Meeks nodded politely.

   "Lexy, would you mind taking Harry and Mick to one of the VIP rooms,
please?  Grab Candy and maybe you two can keep them company for a while?"

   He handed her some cash -- Megan couldn't see how much, but assumed it
was as ample as Lexy's chest -- and she escorted the men to the VIP room.
Now it was just Meeks and Megan in the booth.  The bouncer pulled the
partition, giving them some privacy.

   "Are you tired of sucking cock yet?" Meeks asked.

   "No sir," Megan said honestly.  "I mean, yes, my jaws are a little
tired, but I will train them with suckers and gum so that doesn't happen in
the future.  But I love sucking cock."

   "What about eating cum?" Meeks asked.

   "I like it much more today than yesterday," Megan said.  "I don't know
if it's because I'm so hungry that anything tastes good, or if the taste is
growing on me."

   "We'll know soon enough," Meeks said.  "If you start craving it, then
that will prove the theory correct.  If not, at least you enjoy sucking
cock and are willing to do the job the way it is intended to be done."

   "Absolutely," Megan said.  "I know it's silly, but I think of it as a
gift, all those little tiny sperm.  They shouldn't die in your balls or on
the floor or get spit out.  They should be received and welcomed on and in
a woman's body.  I am thankful for the nutrition I receive.  This is like a
cleanse.  I'm hungry, but I feel so good otherwise."

   "Very interesting," Meeks said.  "Well, I hope you will welcome my sperm
into your sweet little mouth.  They're all yours.  All you have to do is
send the invitation."

   "I don't have time to send a formal invitation," Megan mused.  "I hope a
little word-of mouth will work."

   He chuckled as he knelt between his legs and pulled his cock out of his
pants.

   "If you're hungry, dig in," he said.  "You don't have to tease or make
love to it.  If you're starving, gobble it down."

   His words made her even hungrier and she attacked his cock, plunging her
mouth down the shaft, her lips and tongue working in unison.  She found
herself turned on and ravenous.  She wanted to inhale him and make a meal
out of his thick, juicy cock and balls.

   Despite his affiliation with the strip club and mild obsession with
modifying her body, Megan found Meeks to be a charming and reasonably
attractive man.  She guessed he was about 50.  He had gray hair, but looked
very distinguished and classy.  He was obviously intelligent, but he didn't
talk down to anyone.  He was pleasant to be around and his cock was indeed
a yummy piece of meat that she wouldn't mind jumping on one of these days.

   For now, she would have to settle for devouring it, and she indeed was
enjoying the snack.  Clearly, he was too.  He was so hard and he encouraged
her slutty attack, using language that turned them both on.

   "Eat my fucking cock, you hungry little cock whore," he growled. 
"Fucking slut.  Naughty little bitch.  Your parents would be so proud of
you right now.  There sweet little daughter choking on cock and loving
every minute of it."

   Megan moaned and made noises of pleasure and agreement, working hard to
make him give her what she wanted and needed so desperately.  This was a
frantic, sloppy, messy blowjob.  There was slurping and choking and
gagging. But in the loud club, the noises were drowned out and Megan's head
was filled with only two things -- Meeks' sexy and degrading words and his
even sexier and demanding cock.  At the moment, she loved both because she
was so wet and getting wetter.  She wondered if she could cum doing this
without even touching herself.  She felt like it might be possible.

   Unfortunately, he didn't last quite long enough for her to find out.  He
stood up and held her head firmly against his crotch as he thrust angrily,
each push driving his cock and the cum spurting out of it deep into the
back of her throat.  She gulped and sputtered and swallowed hungrily,
resisting the urge to just take a little bite out of his lovely man meat.
She was so fucking cock hungry right now.

   He finally finished and collapsed back down in the booth.  She fell
forward on her hands and knees, looking up at him, exhausted but smiling.
"That was fun," she said.  "Thank you so much, daddy.  I needed that."

   "Yes, I could tell you did," he said.  "You need to cum too, don't you?"

   "Desperately!" Megan said.  "I almost came while I was sucking you.  Do
you think the guys will let me cum later?"

   "I don't know," he shrugged as she sat down next to him.  "Not my
decision.  They are your trainers and they are clearly doing a great job.
If they are denying your pleasure, it's for a good reason.  I would trust
them."

   "Oh, I do," Megan said.  "Everything they have told me and taught me has
been so helpful.  They said they didn't want me to cum because my focus
needed to be on pleasuring cock and collecting enough cum to feed myself."

   "That sounds pretty smart to me," Meeks said.  "But when you do finally
cum, my oh my, it's going to be electric, isn't it?"

   "God, I hope so," Megan said.  "I am so horny."

   "Good lord you're a hot little thing," Meeks said.  "Every man's dream."

   "Thank you for saying that, sir," she said.  She hugged him and kissed
him on the cheek.  He signaled the bouncer, who brought the guys back. 
Moments later, Lexy was back on stage and Megan was walking out with Mick
and Harry.  Nine cocks down --13 counting Mick and Harry twice each -- and
one to go.  It was almost 11 p.m.  One hour of cum diet day left.

   The last load would come from Darrell.  He had just finished his shift
delivering pizzas and planned to meet them at a little hole-in-the-wall bar
that he and other service industry professionals often met at after their
shifts.  His plan to meet there was simple.  He wanted to show her off. 
And it was the sort of bar where laws and age restrictions were more
suggestions than rules.

   Darrell liked the crowd there because it was very much come as you are.
It was a diverse bar crowd, all ages and ethnicities.  Everyone shared the
common bond of grinding, working multiple jobs, most low paying, hustling
between two or three jobs and blowing off steam here.  There was no
judgements.  It was a cool place to unwind.  There were delivery drivers,
servers, dancers, retail store workers -- a hard-working, fun-loving group
in general.  Darrell felt welcome here and he wanted everyone to see him
with Megan, if only for a few minutes.  Then he would find a place for him
to blow him and take the edge off before resting up for another busy day
tomorrow.

   He had already had a beer and a shot by the time she got there.  He met
her at the door and took her by then hand, making it clear to all that she
was with him as they walked to the bar.  He ordered two beers and two shots
of whiskey, reveling in the attention that Megan was receiving.

   Megan noticed it, but she also noticed that no one seemed to be judging
her or saying nasty things.  She saw one girl from the strip club she had
just been at.  And others dressed in waitress uniforms.  She realized no
one cared how she was dressed.  She liked that.  She didn't feel quite so
slutty here.  She didn't stand out from the crowd for any reasons other
than she was young and hot and with an older man who, apparently, didn't
often bring hot young girls to the bar.

   Darrell introduced her to his bar buddies -- which consisted of both men
and women, young and old, many races and occupations.  It was pretty cool.
They all accepted her.  It was flattering to be shown off, but it could be
intimidating and degrading in some situations.  Not this one.  This was
pretty much just fun.

   "Dude, we love it when you bring us free pizza," one guy said.  "But
from now on just bring her.  She's awesome."

   It was such a nice thing for him to say.  Megan felt so welcome here. 
She felt free and loose, slamming her shot and sipping her beer.  With only
cum on her stomach and low body weight, the alcohol spread through her
system quickly.  It didn't take a lot for her to feel the effects.  She
felt warm and good.

   Darrell was feeling good too.  Good and horny.  "Finish your beer,
slut," he said to her, smiling.

   Megan smiled right back, "Yes, sir, daddy." She slugged it down and he
took her by the hand, leading her out the back door, hearing hoots and
whistles as they went.  They passed a few people outside smoking, then
turned the corner and went down a little alley that was used by the beer
delivery trucks.  It was empty now.  It was dirty and slimy and smelly, but
it was also dark and mostly private.  Megan sensed she would be neither the
first nor last girl to stumble out of that bar and give a blowjob.

   "I've sucked 15 cocks today and I'm still hungry," she said.  "Please,
daddy, fill me up.  Don't let me go to bed hungry."

   "Never," he smiled.  "Better balance on your heels.  I don't think you
want to kneel down in this alley."

   "I have great balance," Megan said, wobbling a bit.  They both laughed.
"Maybe not so much when I'm drunk, huh?"

   "Maybe not," Darrell laughed.  "Tell you what, once you get down there,
all you gotta do is fall forward.  Deepthroat me and lean into me and you
won't fall."

   "That's a good plan," Megan's voice was slightly slurred.  "You're such
a smart daddy."

   She knelt down, her hands on his thighs for balance.  Then his hands
went to her head and her mouth went to his balls.  Her hands went behind
her back and her eyes looked up at him.

   "Nice, baby, nice," he groaned.  "Fuck yeah.  I've been waiting all day
for this."

   They could hear some of the other bar goers just around the corner from
them.  But no one bothered them.  They knew why Megan and Darrell went down
the alley.  They believed in live and let live and blow off steam however
you could.  Blowing, in general, seemed to be Megan's method and no one
blamed Darrell for taking advantage.  A lot of bad decisions were made in
bars like this.  No one remembered.  No one ratted anyone out.

   Megan, feeling a bit light-headed and emotional, felt a bit of
disappointment that this crazy day was almost over.  Overall, it had been
so much more fun than she had expected.  At the moment, she felt so alive
and energized, she thought she could do this all night.  "Bring on more
cocks!" she thought.  "And let them fuck me.  Please."

   The one fucking her now wasn't giving her pussy the pleasure it needed,
but it was tapping the back of her throat incessantly.  Her head was
bobbing back and forth like a head-banging heavy metal rock fan.  Darrell
was nearly matching the furious intensity of Meeks, and that was fine with
Megan.  She was done with the cock teasing and worshiping for the day.  She
wanted hard cocks using her for their pleasure, hard and fast and deep.  As
the guys had made quite clear, she was built for this.  She could take it.
And now, she needed it.

   Darrell clearly needed it too.  His balls, which slapped against her
chin, drew up tight and his cock flexed.  She felt the head pulsing and
knew he was about to cum.  He pulled out just in time and sprayed her face
with stream after stream of white hot jism.  It was in her eyes, mouth,
hair and nose.  She loved the warm, sticky feel on her face and giggled at
how much of it he had stored up in just one day.

   He helped her stand up and then guided her as she scooped the cum into
her mouth, diligently transferring every drop to her hungry lips.

   "Mmm, that was the best shot of the night," she smiled.  "Thank you,
daddy."

   "You're most welcome," Darrell said.  "Come hang out here with me any
time.  I'm here most every night."

   "I'd like that," Megan said honestly.  "I like this place."

   "I wish you could have another drink with me, but its five minutes til
midnight and they guys wanted you in the car by midnight," Darrell said.

   Megan walked around the corner to the car, a walk not of shame, but of
pride.  Fourteen cocks in one day.  Ever punctual, she had finished her
work promptly -- with five minutes to spare.



   CHAPTER 4: OUT OF THE COMFORT ZONE 

   The guys were too tired when they got home to have any more fun with
Megan after they got her home from her cum-fest day.  And Megan was too
tired to think about eating any real food, even though she would have been
allowed.  Megan slept on the living room couch while the guys slept on the
beds upstairs.  She was still wearing her tiny neon shorts, crop top,
choker and heels when she woke up the next morning.  She had to think for
it a minute -- it was Tuesday.  Her parents were due home on Saturday. 

   She smelled coffee and bacon and sat up, realizing how hungry she was.
Starving it felt like. 

   She got up and walked slowly into the kitchen, stretching her aching
muscles.  Harry and Mick were both working on breakfast.  It looked like a
big one.  Eggs, toast, bacon and pancakes.  They were going all out. 
Megan's mouth watered. 

   "Good morning, babe," Mick said.  "Sleep OK?"

   "Like a rock," Megan said.  "How about you, daddy?"

   "Very well," Mick said.  "It was a long day yesterday."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "But it was a lot of fun."

   "Hungry?" Harry asked.

   "Famished," Megan said.  "I guess cum is like they say about Chinese
food -- you eat it and half an hour later you're hungry again." She smiled,
happy that she made them laugh.

   "Guess you just didn't eat enough," Harry said.

   "Guess not!" Megan said. 

   "Well, how about some real breakfast today?"

   "I can't wait!  Can I help?"

   "You'll be plenty busy today," Mick assured her.  "Relax for now."

   Megan sat at the dining room table and looked at her phone, responding
to texts from Kasey and her parents, assuring them all that she was alive
and well.  Kasey talked about what a great mood her dad was in last night
and she was worried to go to college and leave him all alone with no one to
take care of him.  Megan resisted the urge to tell her why he was in a good
mood and that, one way or another, her dad would be taken care of.  She
asked Kasey if she wanted to get together on Saturday night, maybe see a
movie.

   "That would be fun," Kasey responded.  "Dad said he saw a movie last
night and the climax was incredible."

   Megan giggled and responded, "It sure was!" She sent it, then quickly
sent a follow text, "Stupid autocorrect, I mean, I'm sure it was!"

   "Having fun?" Harry asked when he heard her giggle.

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "Just texting with my friend Kasey.  She's
funny."

   "Cute too," Mick said. 

   "Yeah, she's always been popular with the boys," Megan said. 

   "Any chance she would want some training too?" Harry asked.

   "Kasey?  No, I don't think so, I mean, we've never talked..." Megan
said. "I mean, I don't know how I would even ask her that."

   "Just something to think about," Mick shrugged.  The guys brought the
food over and joined Megan at the table.  "So, we're making good progress
on your training.  Four full days left."

   "Yes, on the things we said we would cover, we've already done becoming
a master cocksucker, public sex, group sex, body preparation and teasing
and proper dress and attire," Harry said.  "We've done some bondage and
toys, but there's more to be done there.  Anal, obviously, is still on the
list.  And I know you did some role playing with Walters and Peterson
yesterday, but we will probably do more of that as well."

   "I can't believe how much I've learned already," Megan said, shaking her
head.  "Meeks is right, you guys are great teachers."

   "He said that?" Harry asked.

   "Yes, sir.  He said I should trust you.  I assured him I do."

   "That's good," Mick said.  "Trust is important, especially with some of
the things we are doing today and tomorrow."

   "Yep, bondage and anal training, plus a few other surprises," Harry
said. 

   "I love surprises," Megan said, her mouth full of bacon.  She was
shoveling food in fast.  It was weird though, she did feel like something
was missing.  It must have shown on her face.

   "Everything taste OK?" Mick asked

   "Yes, sir.  It's delicious.  It's just, well, something's missing."

   "What's that dear?" Mick asked as if he already knew the answer.

   "I, well, uh, I would really like some cum," Megan said, shocked to hear
the words from her mouth. 

   Mick and Harry nodded at each other and grinned.  "We thought so," Harry
said.  "You're not all the way there, but you're developing a craving. 
That's a good sign.  Of course, we will oblige."

   Both men took out there cocks and stood on either side of her.  Megan
sucked them both, surprised at how good it felt just to have a mouth full
of cock again.  It was soothing, like a pacifier, but also exciting, making
her horny as those cocks touched her throat and their balls bounced against
her chin.  Was she really such a slut that she couldn't go more than few
hours with a cock in her mouth and cum in her belly?  And was it really
such a bad thing if she was? 

   The guys had obviously taken their pills this morning and that, combined
with a good night's rest, breathed new life into their old-man cocks.  They
stuffed her throat deeply, but with long, steady strokes, not the frantic,
violent, near-choking that she had experienced at times yesterday. 

   "Want it on your pancakes or toast?" Mick said, pulling out and jerking
his cock, nearing his orgasm. 

   "Mmm, pancakes please," Megan said.  "It can soak right in.  Better than
butter."

   Mick first, then Harry, dumped their loads all over her pancakes.  She
had not put butter or syrup on them yet, so the cum sat atop them for a
moment, then soaked in.  Virtually every bite would include sperm. 

   After they sat back down, Megan dug hungrily into the pancakes, dry
except for their contributions.  "Yummy!  That's exactly what I needed."

   "Cum addict got her fix," Mick nodded to Harry.

   "I'm happy to be her supplier," Harry laughed. 

   As they ate, the guys asked Megan more about each of her encounters from
the day before, getting her thoughts after some rest and time to reflect. 

   "Well, I don't know what I want to do this fall, but I know I don't want
to go to college," Megan said.  "I didn't like being with Mr.  Blackmon and
his friend.  They weren't mean, but they weren't fun, either.  I don't
think they cared about me at all.  I think I would suck and fuck my way to
good grades but have nothing to show for it in the end."

   "Interesting," Harry said.  "Did you hear any ideas you liked?"

   Megan shared that she was intrigued by the modeling offer from Yelton
and that it was more appealing than modeling for Quigley, though only
because of her mom.  She had the same reservations about Rothman because of
her dad, but otherwise liked the opportunity the position he described
would present.  She had no interest in Hanson's sugar daddy offer, but she
felt compelled to support Granderson, though no money would be involved. 
And she like and trusted Meeks enough that, should she go through with body
modifications or enhancements, she would like him to do it and would pay
him in any format he wanted. 

   She enjoyed being with Walters, Peterson and Darrell, but there was no
indication that they had anything to offer her long-term.  But she would be
happy to see any of them again if her training called for it. 

   "Good to know," Mick said.  "That actually fits with what a lot of our
thoughts were too.  We do have a plan that we think you might like.  A
suggestion to help you test the waters and figure out what you want to do."

   Megan was very excited to hear their plan.  Essentially, they suggested
she do internships with Rothman, Quigley and Yelton, working for each to
see where she felt most comfortable and which presented the best career
opportunities. 

   "I like that idea," Megan nodded.  "I just have to think about it a
little bit.  My parents won't be happy.  I have to see if they will let me
live here or if I should get my own place."

   "You could live with us, of course," Harry said.  "Or we might be able
to arrange a place nearby."

   "Granderson will have some extra room once Kasey goes to college," Mick
smiled.  "Might kill two birds with one stone there.  Your parents would
suspect nothing.  All they would know is that you were trying your hand at
some modeling while making money as an administrative assistant.  They
might question your attire and your decisions to not go to college, but
they would know nothing of your sexual endeavors.  You could explain that
Kasey asked you to keep an eye on her dad and that he was willing to give
you a place to stay in exchange for some help with the housework."

   "That's smart," Megan smiled.  "You're devious daddies!"

   She agreed to think about it in the coming days before her parents got
back.  There was much to figure out.  And still much to learn. 

   "Anything you were disappointed about yesterday, other than your
experience at the college?" Harry asked. 

   "Well, I was really nervous at Dad's office and at the park -- dressed
like this in public still freaks me out," Megan said.  "But the only real
disappointment was that I wanted to cum so badly.  I know it's selfish, but
I don't want to lie to you.  I really wanted to cum."

   "It's good that you're honest," Mick said.  "And it's good that you
obeyed.  Today, you will be rewarded.  I promise you will have the
opportunity to cum and permission to cum as much as you want."

   "Thank you, daddies!" she squealed.  She jumped up and hugged them
both. 

   Megan took a much-needed shower, then got dressed.  They had instructed
her to put on skin-tight red mini-dress that came to the bottom of her ass
cheeks.  It had a series of large ovals around the waist line that revealed
most of her slender waist as well as hints of the bottoms of her breasts.
The low-cut top and tight fit showed more cleavage than she realized she
had.  She wore no bra and only a black g-string underneath.  Once again,
her perfect legs were on full display, completely bare and aided by
ankle-high red boots with six-inch heels.  Her shoulder length hair,
freshly washed, hung straight today, per their orders. 

   She could barely move in the little dress and wished she hadn't eaten so
much for breakfast.  Of course, if a day of ingesting cum-only didn't make
the dress fit any better, there wasn't much more she could do.  She felt
like it was going to rip apart at any moment, but the fabric was both
flexible and strong and managed to hold everything in, amplifying her firm
body, tiny waist and enticing curves. 

   "I think we're gonna need a bigger dress," she joked as she came
downstairs, referencing one of her dad's favorite movies. 

   "Not on your life," Mick said.  "Damn, that looks like it was painted
on."

   "If that's paint, that artist deserves an award," Harry added. 

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "You're going to make me blush."

   "So, you said you liked role playing yesterday, right?" Harry said. 
"So, to start things today, you're going to do that some more.  You're
going to pretend to be ditzy and naïve while a repairman tries to figure
out why the washing machine isn't working?"

   "It's not working?" 

   "It is, we just took out sensor," Mick said.  "It will take him five
minutes to fix it.  But, in that time, you're going to be teasing him, but
you'll act like you don't realize it.  You'll be driving him crazy in that
outfit.  Eventually, you will realize what you're doing to him, will feel
bad about it and let him fuck your brains out.  Pussy only."

   "Oh my," Megan said.  "Um, do you know this man?"

   "Not really," Mick laughed.  "That's part of the fun.  He has repaired
our machine before.  He's good and seems trustworthy.  He will see that
we're here so he won't get carried away.  But just tell him that we can't
hear you or whatever and get the fucking you've been craving."

   "When is he coming?" Megan asked.  She was nervous.  The last two days
it had felt weird being with men she sort of knew and she had worried about
her reputation.  But now, a total stranger?  This was different.  She
wasn't worried about her reputation, she was worried about her safety.  How
could she trust this man?  How could they? 

   As if reading her thoughts, Harry responded.

   "He should be here in about 15 minutes.  Now listen, this is where you
start to learn about the power that your body gives you.  I can tell you're
scared.  But you control everything.  You will have him eating out of the
palm of your hand.  At first he's going to be happy to look and maybe hope
to sneak a picture to send to his buddies.  Once he realizes more is on the
table, he won't be able to resist, but he will be so worried about getting
caught that he will want to bump and run.  Harming you will be the furthest
thing from his mind.  You're an unattainable treasure that he gets to
receive.  He won't risk that by being an ass.  But if he does do something
wrong, you pop him and we'll be right there.  We have hidden video cameras
set up.  We'll be able to see it all."

   "That's not only for your safety," Mick added.  "But also for your
education.  We will be able to review your performance with you and point
out areas for improvement."

   Megan listened and nodded, more comfortable now that she knew they were
watching.  She was still concerned about how to tease and tempt this man.
How could she send the signals without going too far?  And how could she be
sure he wanted her?  The guys seemed so confident, but she wasn't confident
at all.  She did have an idea to help her tease, though, so, with the guys'
permission she scurried upstairs as fast as her heels and dress would
allow. She was just finishing up when she heard the doorbell.  Per the
guys' orders, she knew she was supposed to be in charge, so she hurried
back downstairs to answer the door. 

   She opened it for a man wearing a dark blue work shirt and dark blue
work pants.  He was middle-aged with dark hair that had bits of gray in it.
He was about six feet tall with glasses and a goatee.  He had a big round
belly and friendly smile.  She noticed his eyes pop a bit when he saw her,
but he was trying hard not to look anywhere but her eyes.  The name on his
shirt said Mason. 

   "Hello, ma'am," he said politely.  "I'm here for the washing machine."

   "Yes, thank you so much for coming," Megan said.  "Come on in."

   Harry and Mick were sitting in the living room.  Mick called out to him,
"Hey Mason," he said.  "You remember us?"

   "Sure do!" Mason said walking in and extending his hand.  "You two lived
around here somewhere, didn't you?"

   "Yep, just next door," Mick said, waving off the hand shake.  "Better
not.  We're both sick.  Don't want you to get it.  That's why we're here.
Sweet girl is taking care of us."

   "That's very sweet," Mason nodded.  "Well, I sure hope you both feel
better.  It's good to see you again."

   "I'll show you where the washing machine is," Megan offered.  "Follow
me, Mr.  Mason."

   She walked slowly up the stairs, giving him ample opportunity to look at
her ass or legs or whatever he chose.  When she got to the top of the
stairs, she stopped and looked back at him, forcing him to stop a couple of
steps from the top, his face unintentionally even with her ass.  She saw
the embarrassment on his face.  It was sweet, she thought. 

   "Oh my, I'm such a ditz," Megan said in an exaggerated high-pitched
voice, attempting to sound young and airheaded.  "The washing machine isn't
up here.  Just my dirty clothes.  Do you mind if I grab them real quick? 
The washing machine is in the basement.  It will save me a trip."

   "Of course not," he said.  "Take your time."

   Megan took long, catwalk model like strides to her room, grabbed the
basket of her sexy clothes that she had thrown in just before Mason
arrived, and came back to where he waited at the steps.  "You're so sweet,"
she smiled.  "I'm sorry.  I don't know where my head is today."

   She led him back downstairs, then to the basement stairway in the
kitchen. 

   "It's very nice of you to be taking care of the guys," Mason said as
they reached the basement. 

   "It's the least I can do," Megan said.  "They're so cute.  I just love
them.  Plus, my parents are out of town so who else is going to take care
of them?" 

   "You sure dressed up for the job," Mason said. 

   "Oh, yeah, well since I can't wash any of my clothes, I didn't have a
lot of choices," Megan said.  "Plus I'm trying to get better at walking in
heels so I thought this would be a good time to practice."

   "Makes sense," Mason said, thinking that nothing this dim-witted hottie
said made much sense.  With a brain like that, it was a good thing she was
hot, he thought.  He walked over to the washing machine and turned it on.
It buzzed but nothing happened.  "Well, it's got power.  Probably just a
sensor causing it to auto shut off.  Should be easy to fix."

   "Thank goodness," Megan said.  "I had no idea what to do.  If the washer
didn't get fixed today, I was either going to have to go buy more underwear
or just go without."

   "With that dress, that might not be a good idea," Mason smiled.  "I
mean, it looks great, but it's kinda short."

   "Yeah," Megan laughed.  "I guess it is.  It's not too short though, is
it?"

   "No, no," Mason said, trying hard to be a gentleman.  "I think it's just
right.  Very lovely and classy."

   "Thank you!"

   Mason went back out to his truck to get a new sensor.  When he came
back, Megan was sitting on top of the dryer.  Her dress had ridden up,
revealing even more thigh and Mason could see her black g-string.  "Damn,
what is this girl doing?" he thought.  He couldn't believe she didn't
realize what she was doing, but she was so dingy and naïve that she really
might not know. 

   As he bent to work on the machine, his head was inches from her legs and
he could see right up her dress.  He wasn't sure if there was some higher
power rewarding him for mostly being a pretty decent guy or punishing him
with forbidden fruit.  He knew he couldn't have her, but he sure wouldn't
mind getting a picture or two.  The other guys were always bragging about
the hot wives they saw and sneaking pictures of them.  Well, none of them
had ever shown him anything to match this girl. 

   To be prepared, he took his phone out of his pocket and set it on the
washer.  Megan seized her opportunity.  "Would you mind if I looked at your
phone?" she asked.  "I am thinking about getting a new one and I like
yours."

   "Of course," he smiled. 

   "How's the camera?"

   "It's great," he said.  Just as he was wishing he could show her just
how great it really was, she held the phone up and took a selfie. 

   "Wow, that's a really sharp picture," she said.  "I like this camera. 
Oh, sorry, I'll delete this picture.  I just wanted to see how it looked."

   "No, it's OK," Mason said, trying not to sound overeager.  "Play around
with it.  Take however many you want.  I'll delete them later." Much later.
Like never. 

   Megan thanked him and proceeded to make silly faces, sexy faces.  She
made sure to get shots that showed her cleavage.  She had a blowpop with
her, of course, and took some shots sucking on it.  Mason had long since
finished replacing the sensor, but he wasn't about to tell her he was done.
She had probably taken 50 selfies and he hoped she would take 100 more.  He
was tempted to ask her to let him take some for her, but he was afraid she
that dim bulb in her head would go off and she would realize that all these
photos were on his phone, not hers.  He wanted badly to take a picture with
that ass and legs.  She was a beauty head to toe, but he was a leg and ass
man and hers couldn't be beat. 

   "What grade are you in," Mason asked, suddenly fearing that he could be
lusting after someone a little too young.  He loved women, but he was no
pervert. 

   "Well, I just graduated high school," Megan said.  "I'm 18.  Some guys
think that's important to know." She smiled, coyly licking the blowpop. 
"Is it important to you?"

   "I'm not sure what you mean," Mason said, trying to back out of a
corner. "Um, so you going to college in the fall?"

   "Maybe," Megan said.  "I don't know.  I'm not really the college type. I
just want to have fun, be free, party a little, ya know."



   "I hear that," Mason said.  "Do it while you're young."

   "You don't have to be young to have fun and do things you're not
supposed to do," Megan said.  "You ever do anything you're not supposed to
do?  Anything naughty?"

   "Uh, I don't know," Mason stammered a bit.  "I, well, I'm a pretty
boring guy.  Just me and my dog at home, ya know.  Uh, well, this should be
fixed.  Want to put some clothes in and test it?  I'll wait until it runs
through a full cycle to make sure there are no problems."

   "Sure," Megan said.  "You can put these in." She sat her basket of
clothes next to her and, instead of handing him the basket to dump in all
at once, took each item out one at time and handing it to him.  A pair of
tiny shorts, a skimpy tank top, a little thong, a skirt that looked like it
wasn't big enough for his 50-pound dog, let alone a young adult woman.  One
by one the items passed through his hands and past his eyes and he imagined
what she looked like in them.  He grew hard just thinking about it.  He
pressed against the washing machine, hoping she wouldn't notice.  But of
course she did.  It was what she had been waiting for. 

   He started the machine and said, "I'll wait a little bit and make sure
it's working all right."

   "That's great," Megan said.  "What should we do to entertain ourselves
while we wait?"

   "Well, I can take some more photos for you if you want," Mason
offered. 

   "Aren't you afraid that will make your cock even harder?" Megan said. 
Mason was taken aback.  The dim-witted naïve teen was more aware than he
thought. 

   "You weren't supposed to notice that," he chuckled.  "Sorry, that's not
very professional of me.  I apologize."

   "No man should ever apologize for what nature makes him do," Megan said.
She handed him his phone.  "Here, take some more photos.  I'll pose for
you. I always wanted to be a model.  I'm afraid I don't have the body for
that though."

   "Anyone who told you that is an idiot," Mason said.  He knew this could
all be some sort of twisted trap and he could lose his job, but this was
all too good to pass up.  He would claim temporary insanity.  One look at
Megan and these pictures and any jury would let him off the hook. 

   She stuck the blowpop in her mouth and got up on the dryer on all fours,
arching her back and sticking her ass in the air.  He got that shot from
all angles.  He put the phone right between her legs and got a close up of
her little pussy and g-string.  He got a closeup of her beautiful face and
those perky tits.  He got it all.  She posed and shifted, showing off for
him, teasing him, making it impossible for him to deny his urges and needs.

   "I think it's about time you put the phone down," she said finally.  She
was standing in front of the dryer now, legs shoulder width apart, arms
crossed under her perky tits.  The blowpop had been consumed and the stick
discarded. 

   "OK, sure," Mason said. 

   "Take my panties off," she said. 

   "What?"

   "They're wet.  Take them off and put them in the wash while there's
still time with this load."

   Mason didn't ask why she couldn't take them off herself, nor why they
were wet.  He knew the answer to both questions and wasn't about to argue.
He knelt down.  He intended to reach under her dress, but the thing was so
tight there was no room to get his hands between the dress and her thighs.
So, he pushed it up, bunching it around her waist and exposing the
g-string. She took hold of the tiny strings and pulled them down her
never-ending bare legs.  Her bald little pussy was right there, pink and
puffy and wet.  If ever a pussy was in need of a good hard pounding, this
one was.  The question was, was she going to let him do it or did she just
get off on teasing men?  One thing was for sure, she wasn't the naïve,
ditzy little bitch she had pretended to be. 

   He stood up, held her g-string to his nose briefly then tossed it in the
wash.  He noticed that she didn't pull her dress back down. 

   "Got a boyfriend?" he asked. 

   "No sir," Megan rolled her eyes.  "High school boys, ugh."

   "What boys do you like?"

   "No boys," Megan said.  "Men.  Real men.  Older men.  Much older men."
She lifted her head toward the stairs.

   "Those two upstairs?"

   "I was hoping to have some fun with them, let them take care of me,
instead of me taking care of them," Megan said.  "They are so nice.  But
not when they fuck.  They treat me like a little slut."

   "You like that?"

   "Maybe," Megan said coyly, reverting to her playful young girl voice. 
"One way for you to find out."

   "Giving me permission?"

   "Permission?" she grinned.  "That's sweet.  But you don't need
permission.  I'm just a lonely young girl, home alone, at the mercy of a
powerful, big, strong man with throbbing cock.  Can't hardly stop something
as powerful as that, can I?" she gave him a pouty face and he almost came
in his pants.  He'd never seen such a tease, at least not one this hot. 

   He grabbed her and turned her around, bending her over the dryer. 
"Spread your fucking legs," he grunted.  Mason was generally a nice guy,
but this bitch was asking to be treated like a slut and he felt like doing
it.  He dropped his pants, then squeezed her ass with both hands, pulled
the cheeks apart as he took aim and pushed his cock against her wet pussy
lips.  She was slick and he could have slid right in, but instead he rubbed
the lips with the head of his cock, teasing her, giving her a taste of her
own medicine.  She would get cock when he damn well pleased.  The tables
had turned and he was in control now.  He wanted to teach her a lesson,
make her cum harder than she ever had before and thank her for making his
day, all at the same time. 

   He put his hands on her waist and plunged his cock inside her.  She was
so wet, he slid in easily, but damn she was tight.  He imagined that's what
she felt like inside that dress -- skin tight.  She moaned and he
grinned. 

   "Like that big cock, don't you, you little slut?" he said. 

   "Fuck yes," Megan whispered.  He had knocked the breath out of her,
pushing her against the dryer.  She didn't care.  She was learning how
closely pain and pleasure could be related at times. 

   Mason fucked her with long, deep strokes, loving the sound of her pussy
squishing and making suction sounds as he went.  He held her around her
waist, his hands inside those ovals in her dress.  He was turned on by how
close his hands came to touching.  Long legs, great ass, perky tits and
this tiny little waist.  He had an urge to pick her up and carry her around
like she was permanently mounted on his cock. 

   He put his hands under her arms, then locked his fingers behind her
head, a wrestling move he know from way back.  Then he stepped back,
pulling her with him, away from the dryer.  When they were clear, he leaned
back, pulling her upper body towards him and driving her pussy down hard on
his cock as she was lifted off her feet. 

   Megan couldn't believe how powerful he felt.  He wasn't some big strong
athlete.  He was a heavy old man.  But he was holding her and tossing her
like a rag doll.  And it felt amazing.  She came almost as soon as he
lifted her off the ground.  She heard his triumphant grunt and he called
her a dirty cunt, which just made her orgasm that much more intense.  She
had been building for this since yesterday and, as promised, the
long-overdue release was beyond intense.  Instinctively she pushed her legs
backward around his waist, both to hold on and to keep from kicking him
with her heels. 

   She remembered learning about old-school butter churns in history class.
Everyone had laughed at the videos of people pumping those sticks up and
down.  Stupid high schoolers with dirty minds.  But now she felt like she
was one of the churns, her insides getting mixed and scrambled and
rearranged as his cock reached new depths.  He was average size.  What if
some really well-hung stud did this to her?  It might kill her.  Or it
might be the best thing that ever happened to her.  She wanted to find
out. 

   Just the thought of it brought another rush of juices as she came again.
"Fucking amazing," Mason grunted, unable to believe how hot this slut was.
He didn't often make women cum once, let alone repeatedly like this.  This
is what pussy was supposed to be like all the time. 

   He was getting tired, so he sat her down.  She wobbled, but he held her
up, turned her around and picked her back up.  She wrapped her arms and
legs around him, holding herself up while he put his hands under ass cheeks
and dropped her pussy slowly onto his shaft.  She was moaning and her
breath was raspy and labored.  "That's it," he groaned.  "Purr, my little
kitten."

   She whispered instead, "Fuck me, daddy."

   Mason couldn't take it anymore.  He lifted her up and down as fast as he
could, cum pumping into that perfect little cock sleeve.  She came again
too.  He hadn't cum this hard in years.  He didn't want it to ever stop. 
This was perfection.  He wanted to stay here forever. 

   When he finished, he let her down on the floor.  She slumped to her
knees and he was afraid he had hurt her.  But then she looked up at him. 
"May I please clean your cock, daddy?"

   Fuck.  What was with this slut?  "Of course you may," he grinned. 
"Which do you like more?  Your pussy juice or my cum?"

   "Your cum," she said.  "But nothing wrong with adding a little
sweetener, is there?"

   She sucked on his softening cock, pumping out any final drops and
licking off the mixture of fluids that coated his head, shaft and balls. 
It was delicious. 

   "Well, I think the washer is fixed just fine," she said, finally
standing up and pulling her dress down.  "But I thought you were going to
break me in half there for a minute."

   "I was trying to," Mason said.  "I mean, not really, but that's how hard
I wanted to pound you."

   "That was really hard," Megan giggled.  "I feel like my guts have been
rearranged.  How do I explain that to my doctor?"

   "Hazard of being a little slut, I guess," Mason laughed. 

   "I'm learning," Megan said.  "I didn't start, you know, being this way
very long ago."

   "Slut in training," Mason laughed.  "Well, I'm happy to help you learn
anytime."

   "I might get my own place soon," Megan offered.  "If I do, I'm sure I
will need my appliances installed."

   "And your guts re-arranged."

   "Definitely."

   She walked him back upstairs and the guys asked him how much it cost. 

   "Just a sensor," he waved.  "No charge."

   "That's a good deal," Harry said.  "Megan talk you into that?"

   "She can be, um, persuasive," Mason nodded.  "Sweet girl.  Take good
care of her."

   He left and Megan flopped on the couch, ready to rest her hard-fucked
little body. 

   "Have fun?" Harry taunted.

   "Oh my god," Megan grinned.  "That was so much fun.  It was really scary
at first.  I'm not very good at acting like that, but he was really sweet.
At first.  Then he turned into an animal!"

   "Yeah, we saw," Mick laughed.  "About broke you in two."

   "It felt like it," Megan said.  "But I came so hard.  You were right
about not cumming yesterday.  It was worth the wait."

   "Showing off makes you nervous, doesn't it?" Harry asked. 

   "Yeah, I don't know, it's just so different for me," Megan said.  "I
feel awkward, like I'm trying to be sexy but really just being dorky.  Or
when I'm in public, like at the office or park yesterday, I'm just worried
about what people think about how I'm dressed or how I'm acting.  I don't
like thinking that people are judging me or feeling bad things about me."

   "Understandable," Mick said.  "You've always tried to please your
parents, your coaches, your teachers.  You don't want to stand out.  You
want to be a good friend, a good student, good girl.  That's not going to
change overnight.  And honestly, we don't want it to.  It's part of what
makes you so sweet and attractive.  But your need to serve and please
others and not disappoint authority figures is what makes you the ideal
submissive.  You put our pleasure before your own.  You've embraced that
during sex already.  But you have to embrace that in your appearance and
attitude all the time."

   "I'm not sure I understand," Megan said. 

   "Your desire to please needs to extend to how you dress and act in
public," Harry picked up.  "You can't worry about what anyone thinks except
the man or men you're submitting to.  Theirs are the only opinions a true
submissive cares about.  The only person you are trying to please is him."

   "I understand," Megan said.  "Wow, that's tough though."

   "It is," Mick nodded.  "That's why this is called training.  You're
learning.  I think we're seeing your comfort level growing in these private
situations.  You embrace the role play.  In public you're hesitant.  And we
can sense your fear of a situation turning too rough or violent, where you
give up control and can't get it back."

   "Definitely," Megan nodded.  "That's exactly how I feel.  I'm sorry."

   "You don't need to be sorry," Mick said.  "We just need to keep training
you.  So, there are three primary areas we want to focus on.  One, we want
to give you some self-confidence with a bit of defense training.  It's not
sexual, but it's important to helping you protect yourself and be able to
fully embrace submissiveness without fear.  Second, we need to put you in
more public positions.  And third, we need to put you in situations where
you have limited control and have to trust the man you're with."

   "That all sounds terrifying," Megan frowned, wondering if this was
something she really wanted.  She had come so far, but she could call off
this whole thing right now, end the week laying by the pool and head to
college in the fall and this would all just be a wild three days, nothing
more.  If she continued down this path, would she be letting down her
parents?  Maybe.  But maybe they would be proud of her being a successful
model or even a business executive. 

   If she quit her training, would she be letting down Harry and Mick? 
Without a doubt.  These two sweet men had no plans for any of this.  She
had dragged them into it.  It was a huge favor that they hadn't even
hesitated to fulfill.  Yes, you could joke that what man would turn down
the opportunity to fuck an attractive young woman, but the truth was they
had taken risks too.  They had put their trust in her.  She didn't want to
let them down now.  No, she couldn't stop.  At least not yet.  She would
face these next tests.  She might fail, but she would let them down by
trying and failing, not by quitting. 

   "College was terrifying to you too," Mick said.  "And you took action to
prepare yourself for it.  The path to being a true submissive slut requires
the same sort of preparation -- you get there by taking action.  I know, it
sounds counterintuitive.  You think a submissive means doing nothing.  It's
quite the opposite.  The security, the love, the protection, the comfort
you seek by being submissive comes only by exposing yourself.  You are a
natural submissive being held back by societal norms that have been
ingrained in you.  You have to see a bigger picture, a bigger purpose."

   Megan nodded, thinking about what he was saying.  It was true that she
did things just because it was what she was supposed to do.  She seldom
questioned the norms and expectations.  Then, Harry put a halt to the
philosophical talk with his normal bawdy humor.

   "So, basically we're going to reprogram your brain by fucking your
brains out," he said, laughing.  Megan and Mick laughed too.

   "Sounds like a good plan to me," Megan smiled.  "I'm still terrified,
but I'm in."

   "Good," Mick said.  "Go put on some shorts, thong and t-shirt.  We have
a self-defense instructor coming.  He'll be here in about 20 minutes."

   Megan was excited about the self-defense instructor.  She had always
thought it would be good to learn these things and she hoped it would give
her the confidence she needed to proceed with the scarier trainings the
guys seemed to have in mind. 

   She got dressed quickly, putting on a simple pink thong, tiny white gym
shorts and a pink tank top.  She had some hot pink heels that looked good
with the outfit, so she put those on and went back downstairs, ready to
kick some ass.  While she was upstairs, the guys had cleared space in the
garage and put down an old tumbling mat that Megan had from her
cheerleading days. 

   Megan found them in the garage talking to a large, muscular man she knew
must be the trainer.  He was well over 6 feet tall, late 30s, powerfully
built.  He wore a t-shirt that struggled to maintain his muscles, gym
shorts and tennis shoes.  He had short dark hair and a distinctive jaw
line. He was intimidating but also sexy, Megan thought. 

   "Megan, this is Mr.  Pierce," Harry said.  Megan shook his hand and
smiled. 

   "Hi Megan," Pierce said, looking her up and down.  If he was surprised
by her attire, he didn't show it.  "I understand that you want to learn
about defending yourself."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said. 

   "I also understand you like to dress a little provocatively," he
continued.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, eyes drooping, feeling ashamed.

   "Nothing wrong with that," Pierce said.  "Women should be able to dress
how they want.  A sexy outfit is an invitation to look, nothing more.  But,
it does put a bit of a target on you, especially a young, beautiful woman
like yourself."

   "Thank you."

   "I served in the military and wrestled in college," Pierce said,
explaining his credentials.  "I have been teaching self-defense for the
past 10 years.  I want you to have the self-confidence you need so you can
be comfortable dressing the way you do.  You ever watch Shark Week?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Then you know that if you put out the bait, you will attract the
predators, both the ones you want and the ones you don't," Pierce
continued. "I'm here to show you how to fend off the ones you don't."

   "Thank you, sir.  I'm so excited to learn how to do that."

   "I assume you'll wear heels frequently?" 

   "Yes, sir.  Almost all the time.  Guys seem to like how they make my
legs and butt look."

   "I agree," Pierce said.  "You look terrific.  Definitely wear those
heels, but also remember that they are weapons."

   He showed her how to stomp on a toe with the pointy heels or kick,
making sure that the points struck hardest in the right places.  He put her
in a choke hold, his arms around her slender neck.  She wished she had
remembered to put on a choker.  That would have looked sexier. 

   His hands and arms were so big and strong, she loved being held and
manhandled by him.  She wished this was a role play leading to him fucking
her.  His cock had to be massive. 

   Her nipples, as usual, were hard and his hands brushing over them as
they went through practice holds and breakout maneuvers only made them
harder.  It was a physically demanding training and soon Megan's golden
tanned skin glistened with sweat. 

   Pierce wrapped up the lesson after just over an hour.  "All right," he
said.  "You did really well.  You are strong and fit, which helps a lot. 
Ideally you would take a few more classes to master these techniques, but
you're a fast learner.  Do you feel more confident?"

   "Much," Megan said.  "Thank you so much.  I hope I never have to use
these, but I'm glad I know how."

   Harry followed Pierce to his car.  Megan assumed he was paying him and
wondered how much private lessons cost.  Harry and Mick weren't rich, she
knew.  She felt bad they were spending so much money on her. 

   "I will pay for that lesson," Megan offered to Mick.

   "It was free," Mick waved his hand.  "Don't worry about it."

   "Free?  Really?"

   "Yeah, well, sort of a trade," Mick said.  "Let's just say that he's
going to help with some other training and he expects to enjoy it enough
that he's willing to call it even."

   "Is he going to fuck me?" Megan said, trying to hide her excitement.

   "We'll see," Mick grinned.  "Something tells me you would like that
though."

   Megan blushed but said nothing. 

   They spent the next hour relaxing.  Megan caught up with Kasey and
checked in with her parents.  She made lunch for the guys and put her
laundry away.  After lunch, they all went over to Harry and Mick's house.
They didn't tell Megan why, and she didn't ask. 

   "You've been bound a couple of times this week already," Mick said. 
"What do you think of it?"

   "I like it," Megan said.  "It's kind of naughty but it feels safe when
you're with someone you know and trust.  Like acting out a fantasy, I
guess."

   "Right, being helpless in the hands of a man," Harry said.  "Common
fantasy.  But like you said, so far it's been safe.  Someone you knew.  A
simple role play.  Today we will turn it up a notch.  We'll be watching and
you'll be safe, but you will have less control and you won't know or see
your partner or partners."

   "Oh, wow," Megan said.  It was a hot day but she was now breaking out in
goosebumps and a cold shiver went through her.  She was truly nervous and
frightened.  She trusted the guys but things were amping up quickly.  If
someone wanted to do something to hurt her, could Harry and Mick really
stop them?  "Um, OK, uh, what do I do?"

   "Your job is easy," Harry chuckled.  "You just have to lay still and
look pretty.  Of course, you won't be able to do anything else.  Oh, and
yes, you have permission to cum."

   "Thank you, daddy," she said nervously. 

   The guys took her top and shorts off, leaving only the thong and heels.
They handcuffed her wrists behind her back.  They put a blindfold on her
and a ball gag in her mouth.  They led her through the house.  She wasn't
sure where they were going, but she tried to picture the house in her head.
When they sat her on a soft leather sofa, she realized they were in the
den. She could picture the room with its large sectional sofa, love seat,
recliner, coffee table, big-screen TV, small bar and pool table.  They guys
weren't rich, but they had put all their efforts into this man-cave style
space.  Megan always thought it was really nice.  What she couldn't see was
the pool table was covered with a variety of bondage devices, including
duct tape, rope, chains, leather cuffs, nipple clamps and the like. 

   "We have to go back to your house for a while," Mick said.  "We'll leave
the door open in case you have any guests while we're gone.  Be a good girl
and show them lots of warm hospitality."

   She heard them leave and squirmed uncomfortably, wishing she could at
least see.  It was excruciating, just sitting there, not knowing what was
going to happen or who might already be there, just watching her.  At least
they hadn't immobilized her.  She could move her legs and stand up if she
wanted.  The handcuffs weren't too tight.  She was OK, just scared and
nervous and yes, a little excited.  She wondered if Pierce might be about
to collect his fee and if she would be able to tell it was him.  She knew
she would recognize his voice, but what if he didn't talk?  Surely, she
would recognize all those muscles.  None of the other guys Harry and Mick
had introduced her to so far had muscles like that.  Of course, maybe this
was going to be someone totally new.  They said she wouldn't know "him". 
Terrifying.  Or "them".  Even more terrifying. 

   She heard a door open.  Footsteps nearing, then stopping at what she
thought might be the doorway.  She trembled.  Then silence.  Then more
footsteps, lighter, further away.  A different person?  Or maybe the first
guy took his shoes off?  Why weren't they saying anything?  The fucking she
could take -- she thought, anyway -- but the waiting, the not knowing, that
was driving her crazy. 

   Suddenly the footsteps were back.  Fast.  Loud.  Boots or hard shoes. 
They came toward her in a hurry.  Hands grabbed her arms and pulled her on
her feet.  "Get up, slut," a deep voice growled.  She didn't recognize it.
Definitely not Pierce.  But who?  "So you're the dumb cunt who let two old
guys tie her up and thought everything would be OK.  I swear, the prettier
you sluts are, the dumber you are.  You're hot though.  Might be brainless
but you got everything else.  And that's all I need."

   This guy was scaring her.  He didn't sound like he was role playing.  He
sounded like he wanted to inflict pain.  Like he had tricked the guys and
was going to be much rougher with her than they would have allowed.  This
dark fantasy was becoming a nightmare. 

   His hands were touching her breasts now, firm but not too rough.  Then
his hand felt between her legs, pushing inside her thong and touching her
pussy.  "Oh yeah, that will do nicely," he said.  Megan was trembling,
mostly fear but partially excitement.  He must have read her body language.
"Listen, I'm not a rapist.  I was told this was OK and you wanted this.  If
that's not the case, just shake your head no and I'll leave you alone or
help you if you need it.  But if this is part of this 'training' or
whatever, nod yes and we'll have some fun." 

   Megan felt reassured.  She nodded yes.  "Good," the man chuckled.  "Hot
little slut, just like they said.  I'm not going to be gentle, but I won't
hurt you on purpose.  Understand?"

   Megan nodded again.  Her pussy was so wet.  He was going to manhandle
her.  Sexy, but scary.  The words "on purpose" were particularly unnerving.
He didn't promise he wouldn't hurt her, only that he wouldn't mean to. 
This was going to be more than her role playing had been so far.  This had
an edge to it, an intensity.  A reality.  The guys were taking bigger risks
now, it seemed. 

   He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.  She could feel his
strength.  He was a large man, broad shoulders and chest, big arms.  She
could tell she was lifted high off the ground and he must be tall.  He
carried her with ease, then set her down gently on the pool table.  "Hmm,
lots of fun stuff to play with her -- you and all these goodies."

   She didn't know what goodies he was referring to.  But she could guess.
Sex toys or maybe bondage devices.  Hopefully nothing too extreme.  Being
tied up was one thing.  She heard of people who liked to be whipped or
spanked.  She didn't think she would like that at all ...  well, maybe a
little spanking, she thought. 

   The man -- she called him Muscles in her head -- uncuffed her wrists and
made her lay flat on her back on the table, arms over her head, legs spread
wide.  "I'm taking your gag out," he said.  "You make a peep and I'll shove
something twice as big down your throat to keep you quiet.  Got it?"

   Megan nodded and he took the ball gag out of her mouth.  He kissed her
on the lips.  She kissed him back.  He put his finger in her mouth.  She
sucked on it instinctively.  He pushed his finger back in her throat and
pushed it in and out of her mouth.  She wrapped her lips around it as if
sucking a cock. 

   "Born to suck," he chuckled.  "Looks like you were built for two things:
look hot and be a cock toy." He groped her breasts roughly, squeezing them
hard and pulling on her nipples.  To keep from making any noise, she bit
her lip.  "Like that, huh?" he sneered.  She nodded. 

   "Could be bigger," he said.  "But these are nice little handfuls you got
here.  Firm.  I like that." Megan felt him grab her breast in one hand, his
hand cupping her breast at the base and squeezing.  With the other hand, he
put some sort of elastic band over her breast and slid it down around the
base of her breast.  It was tight and squeezed hard around her.  It felt
like her breast was being pulled away from her body.  She pictured it
looking like a balloon atop her chest now.  He did the same with the other
breast.  It hurt but wasn't extreme.  It was more just sensitive and
uncomfortable.

   "Now those are some nice fun bags," he said.  He turned her over on her
hands and knees so her bound breasts hung down.  He smacked one on the
side, making it slap into the other.  He laughed.  She winced, but he
hadn't hit her too hard.  It stung a little, but in kind of a good way.  He
slapped her tits a couple more times and pulled on her nipples.  They were
very hard and sensitive.  Her breasts felt heavy and engorged and she
wondered if they were discolored -- maybe turning red due to the
circulation being limited by the bonds.

   Something touched her lips.  She realized it was the head of his cock.
She opened her mouth and he put the head between her lips.  She licked the
head and pressed her lips firmly around him.  The head was big.  Really
big. She wondered how big his cock was.  She wished she could see it and
his big cum-filled balls.  She wanted to feel them slapping against her
chin or, better yet, her ass as he fucked her pussy.  As long as things
didn't get too extreme, she could definitely cum like this. 

   "Yeah, you like that cock," he said.  "Cock hungry slut.  Don't even
know who I am and you'll open your fucking mouth and eat my cock without a
second thought."

   Megan hated to admit that what he said was true.  She had basically
given up her decision making willingly.  Other than the blindfold, she
wasn't bound or restricted now.  She had consciously made the decision to
submit her body to an anonymous stranger.  What had she become?

   "You want to know how big it is, don't you?" he laughed.  "I can see the
two or three brain cells that haven't been fucked out of your pretty little
head swimming around in there.  You want to know how big it is.  You wonder
if you can take it." He pulled out.  "Don't you?" Megan, head down
shamefully, nodded.

   He grabbed her hair and held her head firm.  She felt his cock along the
side of her face.  He kept moving until she felt his big round balls next
to her chin.  He pressed the head of his cock against her skin.  It was
near the base of her slender neck.  He was massive.  "Big enough to make
you feel it in your chest," he said.  "See, that's why I can't guarantee
you I won't hurt you.  My eyes tell me there's no way you can take me in
any of your holes.  Your daddies, my cock and your cock-hungry body tell me
there's no way you won't take every inch.  Something's gotta give.  Bottom
line is, I'm going to fuck you balls deep.  I don't want it to hurt you,
but if it does, well, I'll get over it.  And you will too...  eventually.
You're young and tight and flexible.  I bet all your little parts will just
snap back into place.  Little sluts like you take years to stretch out."

   Muscles was not a nice man, this much was clear.  Her best interests
were not at heart.  If she could start all this over, she wasn't so sure
this moment wouldn't be the one that would make her call it all off and
never lure Mick and Harry over.  She also wasn't so sure this wasn't
exactly what she had secretly hoped for.  Either way, it was like being at
the top of a roller coaster.  The decision had been made, the ride was in
motion.  The only thing to do now was to finish it. 

   Muscles pulled the bands off her engorged breasts and laid her on her
back once more.  He wasn't rough with her when he moved her like this.  But
he was firm.  He was moving her body around like he might arrange objects
in a workshop.  That was it, she felt like an object.  He had made a point
of discounting her intelligence.  She was just a body, a piece of flesh. 
The fact that he found her flesh desirable was still somehow flattering and
exciting.  She should have been offended by his lack of respect, but she
wasn't.  She wasn't ashamed.  She was scared, but she didn't feel useless
or stupid.  She knew she was smart.  She knew she was loved.  And she knew
that, despite his attitude, he admired her beauty and wanted a piece of it
for himself. 

   He pushed her calves back against the backs of her thighs.  "Hold just
like that," he said.  She held her legs up, heels touching her ass cheeks.
He used leather bands to bind her ankles and shins to her thighs.  It
didn't hurt.  She was flexible and the bonds were tight but didn't dig into
her skin.  He used similar bands to tie her wrists and elbows together
above her head. 

   He picked her up again.  With her legs bound, she was like a tight
little ball.  He sat on the edge of the table, held her against his chest
with her back to him and lowered her toward his crotch.  He used the head
of his cock to push the thong aside and worked the head between her pussy
lips.  She gasped.  He laughed.  "Felt that, didn't you, bitch?"

   He grabbed her hair and pulled her face back against his, cheek to
cheek. Her lips were parted and she was gasping, but otherwise remaining
quiet.  He nibbled her ear and kissed her neck while his cock slide slowly
into her.  He was massive, incredibly thick, rock hard.  If her pussy had a
brain, it would have had very mixed emotions.  It was wet and hot and
willing, clearly wanting to take every inch of him.  But it was also tight
and overmatched.  Megan thought about when her mom used to tease her about
putting too much food on her plate, "Your eyes are bigger than your
stomach." She could say the same thing to her precious little pussy right
now.  It wanted more than it was prepared to take. 

   Want or not, Muscles was making her take it.  He wasn't ripping into
her. But he was pushing steadily, no signs of stopping.

   Muscles loved the feel of this tight little cunt wrapped around his
cock, how it resisted weakly, then yielded to his superior size and power,
it's juices flowing freely in an effort to make his entry easier for them
both.  "Your cunt is smarter than you are, slut," he laughed.  "It knows
what it wants.  Amazing how something so small can overcome its limitations
when it feels something it wants."

   Megan just moaned quietly.  She felt like she was being split in two. 
How much more of him could their possibly be?  It felt like he was in her
guts and she pictured the head pushing past her ribs toward her lungs.  It
was an absurd image, she know, but that's what it felt like.  She had never
felt a cock so large in her admittedly limited experience.  She was so
full.

   She let out a little cry of surprise when she finally felt his balls
against her.  "Yep, it's all inside your little cunt," Muscles chuckled. 
"I gotta say, I wasn't sure you could do it.  At least, not without a
little more effort.  I sometimes forget how flexible and juicy little teen
cunts like you are.  Yeah, you're a good little whore.  This is gonna be a
good day."

   Megan was still undecided as to whether this was going to be a good day
or not.  For every scary or slightly painful thing that happened, there was
an equally exciting or pleasurable experience.  It was still early and
things could go either way.  It was sort of like what she was experiencing
now, up one minute, down the next, her body riding his massive shaft. 

   "I'm missing my workout time for this," Muscles groaned theatrically. 
"What am I going to do?  Hmm.  I got it.  Did you know, slut, that you can
build muscle two ways?  Usually I lift a lot.  Heavy weights.  But you can
also build muscle by doing a lot of reps at a lower weight.  You're small
but strong.  A little hard body.  Former athlete, right?" 

   Megan nodded.

   "Yeah, firm little thing.  I like that.  So I'm guessing your about 115
pounds?"

   She shook her head.

   "120?" 

   She nodded. 

   "So, let's go for 100 reps of 120 pounds and see how that feels, shall
we?" He kept his weight on the edge of the pool table, his legs spread,
forming a sturdy base.  His back was at a 45 degree angle from the table
top, similar to how he would sit on a weight bench.  He had his hands on
Megan's slender waist.  He could feel her ribs and her strong abs.  Her
bound hands and elbows rested atop her head.  Her legs were all still
folded up and bound tightly.  She was a compact unit with plenty of handles
and easy access to her pussy. 

   He lifted her up until only the tip of his cock was inside her.  Then he
lifted her all the way off, held her up so her pussy was at eye level, then
slowly brought her back down, placed her pussy on his cock and pulled her
all the way down until he was balls deep.  "That's one" he said. 

   He slowly pushed her back up again, his cock ever rigid, until he had
her all the way off him.  He kissed her left ass cheek before he dropped
her back down again.  He took it so slow, she felt every bump and vein and
inch of him passing through her walls.  She was completely full and her
juices made sexy little squishing and squirting noises as he plunged her
depths.

   "The key to a low-weight, high-rep workout is to control the weight at
all times," Muscles said.  "You want to take it slow.  The duration you
hold the weight and the length you make it travel is the key."

   This was excruciating.  The pleasure was so intense each time he entered
her.  Then the pressure as he stuffed her full was uncomfortable but
exciting.  She wanted him to pick up the pace, just a few quick strokes
would do the trick.  This slow and steady pace was original and she
appreciated that, but it was incredibly frustrating.

   After his fifth rep, he picked her up and held her to his face, licking
her pussy for just a moment, then resuming his lifting.  "Little energy
drink there," he chuckled.  "Zero calories yet so sweet.  Amazing what they
can do these days, isn't it?"

   His pace did gradually pick up, but he continued to lift her full off
him each and every time.  It was slow and arduous and incredible.  His
stamina was amazing.  This was the sort of man who could say he wanted to
fuck you all night and actually back it up. 

   Megan's pussy was on fire.  He was fucking her raw.  She had already
been pounded so hard by Mason earlier and now each rep from Muscles felt
like she was being split in two all over again.  She needed release and
rest.  A great orgasm and some time to recover.  That's what she needed. 
But it's not what Muscles seemed to have in mind.  His needs were all that
mattered.  Megan's was a means to an end to him.  A toy.  Her level of
pleasure was of little consequence to him, outside of taking pleasure in
making little sluts cum all over his huge cock. 

   Muscles knew he could make her cum anytime he wanted to now.  But he
wanted to torment her more first.  It was so fun to turn the tables on
these little cock-teases.  He knew if he kept going so slow, she would be
unable to get off.  She would remain on edge, just like he was.  By the
time he got to his 100th rep, she was biting her tongue and lips, trying
not to whimper or beg or scream.  Muscles loved it.  She was barely able to
control herself.  He was in the one in control.  He could do anything he
wanted to her.  And she would thank him for it. 

   Finally, he lifted her off his cock and laid her back on the table,
hands over her head.  He stood over her, jerking his cock and slapping it
against her face and lips. 

   Megan couldn't believe it.  He was going to cum and she didn't get to.
Again.  But oh, how she loved hearing him beat his cock.  She could feel
his balls in her hair.  She wanted to feel that hot load on her face or in
her mouth or wherever he wanted to put it.  If his volume was in any way
related to his cock size and strength, she might drown in his cum.  There
would be worse ways to die, she thought in her sex-addled, orgasm-deprived
brain.

   "Mouth closed, slut," he ordered just before he came.  Long thick ropes
of cum spurted across her face, making her look like a crazed sports fan
painting her face in team colors before a big game.  Muscles hadn't cum in
a couple of days, so his load matched his size.  He covered her face with
giant globs and reveled in his work of art when he was done.  "Nothing more
beautiful than a pretty slut covered in cum." 

   After a couple of photos, he used a spoon to shovel the cum into her
waiting lips.  Megan welcomed the afternoon treat, pushing aside her
frustration and taking pride in knowing that she had provided him the
pleasure and release he needed. 

   "Your blindfold is a mess," Muscles said.  Megan wondered if he was
going to let her see him.  Instead, muscles covered her face with her top
that the guys had removed earlier, dropping it over her eyes as he removed
her blindfold.  He held the cum-covered cloth over her mouth, watching cum
drop onto her tongue.  Then he stuffed it into her mouth.  "Suck on that
for a while.  Get every fucking drop of cum off of it."

   Megan nodded, working the cloth forward in her mouth so as not to choke
on it.  She could taste his cum on it.  She thought about where it came
from -- that magnificent cock and huge balls.  She pictured him still being
hard.  He seemed like a sexual beast, like a man who could fuck you for an
hour straight, cum, take a five-minute break and then fuck you for another
hour.  She realized she was fantasizing, imagining a man she hadn't even
seen.  But it was fun to think about. 

   "That was fun," Muscles said.  "I'll be back later."

   Megan started to ask when, but the cum-filled rag muffled her.  After
she heard him leave, she shook her head and rolled to the side, tossing the
shirt off her face.  She spat the blindfold out of her mouth.  She was
still tightly bound, but at least she could see and breathe better. 

   Her eyes adjusted slowly to the light and she looked around, studying
her bonds and then all the items on the table and throughout the room.  She
saw the toys, the chains, the devices.  This ordeal was only beginning, she
realized.  She thought briefly about trying to leave or call for help.  But
did she really need help?  The only harm that had come to her was being
denied an orgasm.  Somewhat cruel, yes, but hardly a crime.  She had
survived the initial act, the huge cock, the bondage.  She could take
whatever came next. 

   She didn't have to wait long.  About 15 minutes later, a door opened and
there was the sound of approaching steps.  Muscles was back, or so she
thought.  She suddenly wished she hadn't spit out the gag and removed the
shirt.  He didn't seem the sort you wanted to make angry.  Of course, if
she got him angry, maybe he would pound her good and hard and make her
cum. 

   She looked toward the doorway, but then a deep voice called out.  "If
that shirt ain't covering your face anymore, close your fucking eyes and
keep them closed." It was a different voice.  Not Muscles.  Not Mick or
Harry or even Pierce.  Megan closed her eyes tight. 

   "My eyes are closed, sir," Megan called out softly, unsure if she was
permitted to speak.

   "Good," the man approached quickly and blindfolded her once more with a
fresh cloth.  "Now don't speak again unless I tell you to.  That's not what
your slutty mouth is for."

   Megan nodded.  She was nervous again.  Over time she became somewhat
comfortable with Muscles.  But now there was a new man.  Another one she
didn't know.  He undid the bindings on her legs and helped her stretch them
out.

   "Fucking hot legs," he said.  "Gorgeous.  I can see why you show these
things off."

   Megan wondered how he knew she showed them off.  Maybe he just assumed
that based on her heels.  Or maybe he knew her somehow. 

   His hands ran up and down her legs, touching her thighs.  His hands were
strong and large.  Maybe he was Muscles workout partner or something.  She
would have to feel his chest and arms to know more.  As much as she enjoyed
Muscles' impressive cock, she hoped this man was closer to average size. 
Despite the slow place, her pussy had taken more than it ever had before.
Taking another 100 reps from another giant cock was a daunting thought. 

   "I hear you had a good workout," the man said.  "You know, it's very
important to stretch after a workout.  You have such a tight, firm body,
but we want to keep those muscles loose, those legs long and lean and
flexible.  A fit little slut like you should be able to bend in any
direction I want you to."

   He grabbed her ankles and pushed them high over her head, keeping them
straight as he studied her lean, tan thighs, firm ass and pink little
pussy. He climbed up on the table and pulled her thong off.  He pushed her
legs apart, forcing her into a full split.  He ordered her to hold that
pose as he played with her pussy, fingering her and rubbing her clit. 

   "Claims he stretched you out, but sure feels tight to me," he mumbled.
"Little snap-back cunt you have there, isn't it?"

   He leaned forward and kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples.  She
liked that.  She could feel his body.  He was naked as far as she could
tell.  His stomach was flat and his chest was bare.  She hoped he would
pick her up so she could get a better feel for his body. 

   He obliged her moments later, lifting her off the table and carrying her
into the middle of the room.  Her bound arms went over his shoulder and her
legs wrapped around his torso.  He was lean and firm.  Not as muscular or
tall as Muscles, but very fit and strong, more like an athlete than a
bodybuilder.  She decided to think of him as Jock.  He put her arms behind
her back and bound her wrists there. 

   "I can tell you work out," Jock said.  "Body like that is half natural
gift and half hard work.  You've done your work and turned yourself into
the perfect little fuck toy.  Just don't get complacent.  You have to keep
working out every day, no matter how much cock you're getting. 
Understand?"

   Megan nodded. 

   "So, we're going to combine the two for you," he said.  "I've got a
couple of workout mats stacked up here.  I'm going to lay down on them. 
Height should be about right.  You're going to straddle me and do your
squats.  I'm sure you know those are great for your legs and ass, which are
amazing on you already.  The depth of the squat is always the key.  You
will know you have gone down far enough because you will have my cock all
the way inside you.  You reach my balls, you hold for a count of five, then
go back up.  I'll count so your little slut brain doesn't have to think. 
Just drop your cunt down on me, slow and steady, 100 times."

   Jock took his place and guided Megan as she blindly stepped over him,
feeling the sides of the mats to know how wide to spread her legs.  Slowly
she squatted down, back straight, tits out, dropping down, anticipating
that mushroom head against her pussy.  His hands were on her hips, guiding
her onto him.  His cock was just as thick as Muscles' but not quite as
long. It was still formidable, though, she could tell and filled her wall
to wall.  When she was all the way down to his balls, he put his thumb on
her clit and turned it in slow little circles, counting as he went, "one...
two...  three..." 

   That felt amazing.  After he reached five, Megan slowly stood back up
until her legs were straight and his thick cock was no longer inside her.
Then, she started down again.  She wanted to just bounce up and down on him
and ride him until she came, but she knew that wasn't going to be allowed.
She knew this game already.  Slow and steady.  100 times.  Enough friction
for them both to reach the edge.  But only he would get to finish.  She had
to trust her turn would come when she had earned it.  But she had no idea
when that would be nor what she would have to do to accomplish it.  This
was such sweet torture.

   It was true she was in great shape, but she was tired.  She had been
bent and twisted and bound and fucked incredibly hard today.  And yesterday
had been no lazy day either.  Her thighs started to burn after 50 squats.
But she kept going.  It helped that the cock splitting her pussy lips and
filling her felt so fucking good every time. 

   As she performed her workout, Jock kept count and chanted in a mocking
voice, "Pussy up, pussy down, rub the clitty round and round." That was the
chant for the first 50 squats.  Then he changed it up.

   "No more clit rubs," he said.  "Now you drop down and circle your hips
five times, then go back up."

   Megan nodded and he chanted, "Pussy up, pussy down, wiggle that ass,
round and round."

   This felt good to Megan too.  She was able to grind on him.  She just
wanted to do it to a count of about a thousand instead of five.  When she
finally reached 100, he pulled her down onto the mats, making her straddle
them in a near splits.  He stood up and put his pussy-juice covered cock to
her lips.  She kissed it.  He pushed past her lips and her tongue gave him
a warm, wet hello.  As soon as she flicked her tongue across the head, cum
started spurting out.  It surprised her, but she recovered quickly and
began sucking and swallowing while he held her head firmly in place. 

   When he was done, he untied her wrists and told her she could take off
the blindfold when he left.  "You will have a 30-minute break," he said. 
"There is water in the fridge.  Your phone is on the counter.  Keep it
handy.  We will be back soon."

   Megan nodded and he left.  When she was sure he was gone, she took off
the blindfold and let her eyes adjust before heading to the kitchen for
some water.  She checked the time on her phone and made note of how much
time she had before "they" came back.  Was it possible both Muscles and
Jock would take her at the same time?  She couldn't imagine.  Two average
sized cocks was a lot to take at once.  Two beasts like that would tear her
apart.  She shook her head and tried not to think about it. 

   She freshened up in the bathroom, drank water and ate some fresh fruit.
The break was short, but needed.  They had teased her about her pussy and
body "snapping back" into place because she was so fit and firm and
flexible.  But it was true.  She could recover very quickly.  She was young
and healthy and used to intense exercise.  This was different, but her body
was still custom-built and trained to recover quickly.  By the time the
half hour was up, her energy level was back and her soreness, though still
there, had faded significantly.  If not for the size of their cocks, she
would have felt confident about taking on the next challenge.  As it was,
it was all she could do not to text Harry and Mick to call it off or to ask
Kasey to come rescue her.  But she resisted the temptation.  She had never
quit anything before.  She wanted to quit now, but she knew her self-esteem
could handle the degrading acts and taunts of Jock and Muscles better than
it could handle quitting.  She would stay right where she was.

   A few minutes later, she regretted that decision. 

   Her phone dinged.  It was from a blocked number, but the message simply
said, "Eyes and mouth closed.  Keep them that way.  Now."

   Megan stood next to the pool table, eyes closed, mouth closed.  Still
naked except for her heels.  She heard them enter.  Definitely two of them
this time. 

   "That's one fine looking slut," Muscles said.  She recognized his voice.

   "One of the best I've seen in a while," Jock agreed. 

   OK, at least she knew who it was.  No surprise guests so far at least.
She had no idea why they wouldn't let her see them but that was no surprise
at this point either. 

   "Did you enjoy the warm-up exercises?" Jock asked her.

   Warm-up exercises?  If those were warm ups, what did they plan for a
full workout?  Megan thought these things, but simply nodded that she did.

   "Good," Muscles said.  "Now it's time for the real workout."

   "Let's start with the resistance bands," Jock suggested. 

   Megan had used resistance bands before, of course.  She didn't see how
they could really be used in any way to tie her up effectively or make her
perform sexual acts.  She couldn't picture what they had in mind, but she
could hear them making preparations. 

   What she couldn't see was the guys tying the end of one of the stretchy
bands around the knob on the bathroom door.  They laid the band out
straight and positioned Megan over it, legs shoulder width apart.  They had
her bend over at the waist, keeping her legs straight and back flat. 

   She felt the soft cool band pulled up between her legs, then along her
spine and started to realize what was going to happen.  One of them held
the other end of the band while the other carefully moved the band between
her pussy lips and ass cheeks. 

   "Ready for the first set?" Jock asked from behind her.

   "Ready!" Muscles said.  He was in front of her, next to the bathroom
door.  He had one end of the band, the door had the other and Megan's most
sensitive body parts were providing the resistance.  Muscles pulled on the
band, wedging it into her crevices tighter, the band digging into her clit
as he flexed and did a curl with the band.  He held it for five seconds,
then released.  The band slackened and rubbed the other direction through
Megan's slit.  The friction irritated and stimulated her tender pussy and
exposed clit.  It felt good and bad all at once.  Back and forth the band
rubbed her as Muscles completed his set, then handed it off to Jock, who
performed the same exercise. 

   This experience, more than anything else she had experienced this week,
was humiliating.  Being shown off was embarrassing but also flattering and
exciting.  Being fucked in public was naughty and scary.  The role plays
were fun and earlier sessions with Muscles and Jock had been more about
fear, objectification, submission and denial of pleasure.  But this little
workout was mostly humiliating.  Another lesson in submission and control
and acceptance of her place and purpose.  She stood firm and strong, taking
it, trusting that each friction-filled pull of the band was leading to more
understanding of who she was and what she was becoming. 

   It was a mindset Megan had developed through her years in athletics. 
Many times coaches, as they played mind games with their athletes, would
have them do exercises and drills that seemed to have little to do with
improvement and development.  Sort of like the karate instructor in the
Karate Kid teaching the martial arts via household chores.  Eventually it
all came together, so Megan went along with it, mindlessly trusting her
teachers even while those around her complained and questioned.  Megan's
obedience and blind trust had treated her well in the past.  But were they
her enemy now?  Were all these men taking advantage of that this week? 

   As the men continued with a second set of resistance band pulls, she was
happy that her pussy was getting wet, lubricating the band and reducing the
friction.  It felt much better now, kind of pleasurable.  She moaned
lightly, but the guys noticed and taunted her.

   "Like this workout, don't you slut?" Muscles said.  "That little cunt
loves this attention, doesn't it?"

   "If it likes this," Jock said, "it will really like the rest of the
workout."

   Megan noticed that the guys talked about her pussy like it had a mind
and feelings of its own.  She supposed in a way they were right.  Cocks
sure seemed to have a mind of their own.

   Megan tried to picture what this looked like.  It had to look
ridiculous, but maybe sexy too.  She knew the guys were taking pictures. 
She hoped Mick and Harry would let her see them.  She really wanted to see
what the guys looked like too, but was beginning to think that might not
happen. 

   The guys put the resistance band away after two sets of rubbing and
friction had Megan's pussy all red and swollen and wet. 

   "Seems like her privates are having all the fun so far," Muscles said. 

   "Yeah, mine could use some attention too," Jock said.  "Planks?"

   "Planks!" 

   Megan didn't know what planks had to do with sex, but she knew she was
about to find out. 

   Muscles guided her to one of the workout mats.  Jock was already laying
on it, naked now.  Muscles helped her lay on top of him and she felt his
cock, hard and strong, sticking straight up.  She was positioned so that
her face was even with his cock.  Her body was between his legs, her arms
placed alongside his hips. 

   "Now, do a plank," Muscles said.  "Hold it for two minutes."

   Megan got into plank position, back level, legs straight, weight resting
on her elbows, forearms and toes, which was awkward at best in heels.  She
focused on her form like she had been trained over the years, almost
forgetting about Jock.  Then she felt his mushroom head bump her lips.

   "Open up, slut," he said.  So this was it, she realized.  She opened her
mouth and accepted the head of his cock between her lips.  She started to
bob her head, but Jock stopped her.  "Just hold still.  Suck the head. 
This ain't pushups."

   "Cock hungry whore wants more than the head," Muscles laughed. 

   "No doubt," Jock said.  "But damn, she's doing some nice work right now.
She's got some skills."

   Megan was happy to hear him say that.  She was working hard, holding her
plank while her lips and tongue teased, kissed, licked and sucked the head
of his cock.  She focused on the sensitive underside and kept flicking her
tongue across the hole, ready to slurp up any pre-cum. 

   Two minutes went by faster than she expected.  She was allowed to rest a
moment while the men switched places, then she performed the same oral
duties for Muscles' fat cock. 

   "I heard they have her practicing on blow pops," he said.  "You can
tell. All lips and tongue."

   "She savors the flavor," Jock agreed. 

   "Then we should probably give her some more," Muscles said. 

   This time they had Megan lay flat on the mat and they each took turns
doing their own planks -- with their cocks directly above her mouth.  In
this position, they each pushed about three inches into her mouth, far from
deepthroating, but enough to get their shafts a little wet and fill her
mouth.  She worked her lips and mouth on them both during their planks,
able to add more suction now, hollowing her cheeks and trying to start
coaxing that yummy cum along.  She knew they weren't either one ready yet,
but every suck and lick got them that much closer.

   "Think she can take the whole thing?" Muscles asked. 

   "One way to find out," Jock answered.  "Push-ups."

   They maneuvered Megan on the mat so that her head was hanging off the
edge of it, the back of her head now touching the floor.  The few inches
from the floor to the mat would give the guys that much more room and a
better angle to push deeper into her throat. 

   While they were both capable of doing many more, they agreed to do
pushups in sets of 50.  Muscles went first, carefully positioning himself
and cautioning Megan not to move, just to hold still and keep her mouth
wide open.  Megan understood.  He started slow at first, dipping his cock
into her mouth then raising back up while Jock counted his reps.  Megan
kept her tongue out so he had a soft, welcoming entry rather than risking
being scraped by her teeth. 

   "Good girl," Muscles praised her.  "Worship the cock and treat it with
the respect it deserves."

   "I don't know if she respects it," Jock laughed.  "Or if she's just a
hungry little bitch."

   "Either way," Muscles said.  "She's the best workout equipment I've ever
used."

   "Yeah, we should do an infomercial.  The Exer-Slut.  Get yours today for
only four easy installments of $19.99.  But wait, there's more!  Order
today and we'll send you a second Exer-Slut free!  Just pay separate
shipping and handling."

   Muscles was laughing and doing pushups, now touching the back of Megan's
throat with the head of his cock and pushing deeper each time, getting
closer and closer to going balls deep.  Only a few women he had dated --
and he had dated plenty -- had been able to take him all the way.  It
amazed him when a petite little hottie like Megan could swallow him whole,
but he was beginning to think she could do it.  He knew one thing, she
wasn't one to complain or quit, she was going to try.  She took pride in
this.  While they didn't show much outward respect for her, he did respect
her attitude and effort.  Some sluts had ulterior motives and some were
genuinely eager to please.  Megan was the latter.  He hoped she would stay
that way.

   He pushed deeper into her as he neared the end of his set.  "Come on, 10
to go, balls deep on each one, bitch," he said.  He pushed all the way in,
felt her balk involuntarily, waited, pressed more and stuffed the final
inches into her mouth and throat.  His balls touched her chin.  "That's
one!" he said. 

   Megan couldn't think very clearly at the moment, but she was excited
that she had been able to take his whole cock.  She hadn't seen it, but she
knew it was massive and had to be the biggest she'd ever had.  There might
be larger, of course, but this was a great test and she had just aced it.
Ever the good student, even after graduating.

   Once Muscles finished his push-ups, he gave way to Jock, who took the
same approach, slow at first until he was confident he was lined up, then
faster and deeper until he too, was making her deepthroat him.  He wasn't
as long as Muscles, but Jock's girth was every bit the equal of Muscles,
making the chore just as daunting in many ways. 

   "I could do that all day," Jock said after his finished his rep.  "But
you know, I always like to finish my workout with some good medicine ball
work."

   "Me too," Muscles said.  "I didn't bring one."

   "Me either," Jock said.  "But I think I know how to make one."

   "I think we have everything we need," Muscles agreed.  The next thing
she knew, Megan was being manhandled and bound into a little ball, her legs
folded up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs and everything
held together by leather straps and duct tape. 

   "Homemade medicine ball," Muscles laughed, picking her up easily.  Megan
felt herself being tossed in the air and then Jock caught her.  They tossed
her gently back and forth, laughing as their hands "accidentally" ended up
between her legs or on her ass. 

   "Now I see why they call it a medicine ball," Jock said, holding her up
with two fingers in her pussy.  "This one has the stuff to cure what ails
you."

   He tossed her back to Muscles and this time, instead of being groped,
she was pushed onto the big man's enormous cock.  He lifted her pussy up
and down on him half a dozen times, then tossed her back to Jock, who did
the same thing. 

   Though it was a little rough being tossed and jostled back and forth,
this was the best part of the workout so far, in Megan's opinion.  Her
pussy was craving attention and their big cocks felt so good inside her. 
She loved the feeling of being held and controlled and stuffed full of
their huge slabs of meat, their balls slapping against her.  Any pain she
felt in her arms and legs was surpassed by the simple pleasure of big cock
in tight pussy.

   "Mind if I just take her for a little ride?" Muscles asked.  "She has
another hole.  I can share, if you like."

   Another hole?  Megan was afraid he meant her ass.  She wasn't ready. 
Would she ever be?  But she need not have worried.  Instead, she was held
out straight in front of Muscles.  He held her arms as he plowed her pussy.
Then Jock held her shoulders and had straight line access to her mouth and
throat.  Soon however many inches their cocks were combined -- to Megan it
felt like they were about to meet somewhere inside her body -- were all
inside her, balls deep.  She had never been stuffed so full. 

   Megan came and Muscles happily shared it with Jock.  "Little bitch is
cumming like a fucking faucet," he grinned.

   "I knew she was on the verge," Jock said.  "Little whores like cock,
man. They tease us all the time, but shove your cock in them and you can
see how bad they want it."

   "She's been begging for it all day," Muscles agreed.  "I asked her at
the beginning if she was OK with all this and a few minutes later she was
inhaling my cock.  Never a doubt she wanted this."

   To Megan, there had been a lot of doubts all day, but apparently she had
done a good job of disguising it.  Either that or the guys saw what they
wanted to see.  Regardless, she was very happy right now.  Her body had
experienced another massive orgasm and the guys were still pumping away. 
She might get to cum again before they were done. 

   Soon, the guys changed places, once again filling her holes from both
ends, Jock now plowing her pussy.  She came again.  And then again.

   Jock pulled out and shot his load into a glass.  Muscles did the same.
Megan couldn't see what they were doing.  She lay on the floor, exhausted
and bound and happy.

   They picked her up and Muscles held her, the back of her head against
his chest.  "Open up, slut," he said.  She opened her mouth and was not a
bit surprised to feel a glass at her lips and then hot cum oozing into her
mouth.  It was a double shot of cum and she ate it up happily, only
swallowing once given permission. 

   The guys tossed her on the couch and got dressed. 

   "Good job today, slut," Muscles said.  "You're a natural."

   "You are made for this," Jock agreed.  "Embrace it."

   To her surprise, they left.  She was alone.  Naked and bound.  She
didn't know if other guys were coming.  Or if Mick and Harry would come. 
She wasn't scared.  But she was sore, tired and ready to at least be
untied. About 10 minutes later, she heard someone come in.  Two people. 
Mick and Harry, once again, there for her when she needed them.  Never mind
they had put her in this crazy position, she saw them as her protectors and
heroes. 

   ***

   An hour later, freshly showered and wearing only a soft robe, Megan sat
in her own kitchen, eating dinner with Harry and Mick.  They had showed her
a few pictures and short videos of the day's events, but nothing that
showed Muscles and Jock.  She told them that's what she called them in her
head.  They laughed and agreed that her assessment was pretty accurate. 
They didn't tell her who the men were and she didn't ask. 

   "You've had several orgasms today," Mick said.  "Seems you like the
bondage and role playing."

   "I do," Megan admitted.  "It's a little scary, but it's fun.  I kind of
thought Muscles and Jock were going to hurt me though.  Well, maybe not
hurt me on purpose, but like they wouldn't really care if they did."

   "How did that make you feel?"

   "Scared, nervous," Megan said.  She thought a little more.  "But it was
kind of exciting too, I guess.  It felt a little dangerous.  A lot more
real."

   "I can see that," Harry said.  "We wouldn't have let them hurt you
deliberately, but yes, the risk was higher because they were certainly
putting their needs ahead of yours."

   "I felt like an object," Megan said.  "Is that why they wanted me to be
quiet and blindfolded?"

   "Very observant," Harry said.  "Yes, without your voice, your
expressions, your eyes, they saw you as legs and tits and holes -- an adult
playground wrapped up in a tight little package."

   "It was weird, but it turned me on that they were so into fucking me,"
Megan said.  "And that they were so huge."

   "You took it like a champ," Mick said.  "Very impressive."

   "Yes, you've done well today in the bondage and role play and being
submissive," Harry said.  "Tonight, we're going to explore that some more
and take you a bit out of your comfort zone."

   "You mean, dressing naughty in public, don't you," Megan pouted.

   "Of course," Harry said.  "Part of the job, my dear.  Men want arm candy
not only because you're fun to fuck, but also because you're fun to show
off.  So, you need to get used to it.  Remember, the only opinions that
matter about how you're presenting yourself are yours and his."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "I understand that.  I just have to keep
working at it, I guess."

   "Your outfit is laid out for you," Mick said.  "Go get ready.  We'll
leave in half an hour.  You can do your hair however you like."

   Megan went upstairs and put on the dress they had laid out for her.  It
was canary yellow, backless, with a simple strap that went around her neck
like a choker.  From there, the dress split into a deep v that extended
past her belly button.  The resulting thin panels of fabric fit over her
breasts, covering her nipples but revealing a large portion of her flesh.
It was so tight that the soft stretchy material didn't even touch her ribs
-- it was suspended above her skin by the protrusion of her modest-sized
tits.  Below her navel, the dress morphed into a tiny skirt that flared
out, revealing lots of upper thigh and ass.  The skirt only came down to
the tops of her thighs even when it was hanging straight.  Underneath, she
wore a simple white g-string.  Again, no stockings or leggings, just those
long bare legs supported by 7-inch canary yellow heels with thin yellow
straps around the ankles.  She put her hair in a ponytail with a bright
yellow scrunchy.  She looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit that
her long tan legs looked pretty nice against the bright yellow outfit.  The
color complemented her sun-kissed complexion very well. 

   It gave her some confidence feeling like she looked good.  Yes, way too
much of her was revealed, which was unnerving.  The dress was just way too
small and overmatched, especially with no bra and only the g-string
underneath.  It would be a struggle to stay covered.  Hopefully the night's
events would not include much movement. 

   She went downstairs and the guys quickly inspected her outfit and gave
their approval.  Then they added one final touch.  "Time to start training
that ass," Mick said.  He showed her a little black butt plug with a shiny
silver tip that would potentially be visible between her ass cheeks.  Her
eyes grew wide.  It wasn't very long, but she could see that it was lubed
up and ready for insertion, even though she wasn't.

   Harry had her bend over and he pulled down her g-string.  He squirted a
bit of lube in her crack and worked it in with his finger.  Then, gently
but firmly, he pushed the plug against her tight little hole until it poked
past the outer ring and entered her.  She squirmed, feeling that pressure.
It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable and unwelcome.  But the choice
wasn't hers. 

   The plug was only three inches long and fit inside her easily enough. 
It wasn't the plug's size, but its simple presence that was unnerving. 

   "You just have to relax and let it become part of you," Harry said as he
re-positioned her g-string and pulled down her dress.  "It will feel weird
at first.  But so did walking in stilettos, right?  You'll get used to it,
sooner or later."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, unable to hide the uncertainty in her voice. 

   They all piled in the car, began sitting in between them in the front
seat so they could both touch and tease her.  The little dress was quite a
sexy number, drawing their eyes and hands to her amazing legs. 

   "Do you like roller coasters?" Harry asked as his fingers slid alongside
her pussy lips.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said. 

   "Good.  Because we are going to a carnival tonight.  Just one of those
little traveling ones, so there might not be many big rides, but it will be
fun anyway," Harry said. 

   "I love carnivals," Megan smiled.  "Where is it at?"

   Mick explained that it was in the next town over, about 30 miles away.
Megan was happy to hear that.  At least she wasn't likely to run into
anyone she knew. 

   "Do you guys like rides?" Megan asked.

   "Oh, I used to," Mick said.  "But I'm too old now.  Those things hurt
these old bones."

   "Oh, you're not that old," Megan giggled.  "But who will I ride with?"

   "Funny you should ask," Mick replied.  "You're going to have to find
different ride partners for each ride.  Only rule is they have to men.  You
show us who you're going to ask and we'll say yes or no."

   "I have to ask them?" Megan asked. 

   "Yes," Mick said.  "And I think your little dress will suggest to them
that you're interested in more than the Tilt-A-Whirl.  It will be
interesting to see how they react."

   Megan took a deep breath, trying to calm her rising nerves.  She still
didn't feel comfortable with the butt plug.  The dress was simply too
small. And now this -- inviting strange men on rides.  They were just
rides, but she was going to have to flirt with them.  At least they
couldn't go too far on a ride.  It wasn't like she was going to be giving a
blowjob on the Scrambler.  She took another deep breath and forced a smile.
"I'm good," she said.  "I can do this."

   "It's not going to be as hard as you think," Harry said.  "Just be you,
flirt, let them cop a feel and enjoy the ride.  Wave goodbye and scoot on
back to us.  Simple."

   "I can do that," Megan said.  "Thank you for, you know, the vote of
confidence."

   "You're all right," Mick said.  "We know this isn't easy stuff.  It's
not supposed to be.  But nothing about being an adult is.  You asked us to
train you, to prepare you.  That's why we are making it like this -- it's
to help you, not hurt you."

   "I know that," Megan said.  "I really do.  I'm sorry I'm not always as
enthusiastic or appreciative as I should be."

   "All part of the process," Harry said. 

   They got to the carnival, parking in an adjacent lot, and walked in. 
Megan was well aware of the butt plug, the clingy top and flaring little
skirt.  She felt totally exposed.  But she tried to focus on the lights and
sounds.  She did love carnivals.  All the terrible fried foods, the music,
the games, the rides.  It was always exciting.  She remembered going to
carnivals with her parents as a child, with friends as a teen and on a
couple of dates.  Now, still a teen but also an official adult, Megan
realized this carnival experience was going to be completely different. 

   She angled toward the ticket booth, but Mick waved her off.  "We don't
need tickets," he said.  "We aren't riding and your companions will pay for
your rides, your games, your concessions." 

   Megan got it.  Now she wasn't just asking for someone to ride with.  Now
she was asking for men to spend money on her.  Not a lot of money, but
money nonetheless.  That and her attire would send the signal that she was
willing to trade a little of what she had for a little of what they had. 
They weren't spending enough to expect sex, but they might expect a little
flirting, a little touching, a little arm candy, maybe a kiss or a photo.
This was a sugar-daddy hunting lite.  She was intrigued now.  She was still
nervous, but her self-defense training had given her some confidence and
now that she understood the lesson, she was curious to see how it would
work.  How should she approach the men?  What approaches would work best?
How sexy was too sexy?  How did she balance being suggestive without
sending signals that were too strong?  And could she focus on pleasing only
that man in that moment without paying attention to the looks, comments and
judgements from those around them? 

   Maybe it was the refreshing evening air.  Maybe it was the thrill of
being at a carnival.  Maybe it was her slowly growing confidence, but Megan
felt happy in this moment, nervously excited, anxious but nonetheless
hesitant to actually start. 

   In addition to the usual rides and games, the carnival also had a beer
tent, bingo tent and a stage featuring a steady rotation of local bands. 
This enabled the carnival to attract not only families and teens, but also
adults.  Megan had no interest in trying to lure a dad with his kids to
ride with her.  A man -- even if he was a father or husband -- who was here
on his own or with friends would be the best option.  And she figured the
beer tent would be a logical area to find one.

   As she approached the tent, flanked by Mick and Harry, a few heads
turned.  There were lots of pretty women wearing revealing clothes -- it
was a summer night in Florida, after all -- but Megan stood out, the
hottest of the hot. 

   It was a beer tent, so she couldn't buy anything.  Mick and Harry got in
line and told Megan to find a table and scout the men.  Megan found a seat
and looked around, studying the men, most of whom were looking back at her,
not staring, but looking away and looking back, well aware of her presence.
It was weird for her to be looking at them the same way, judging them,
gauging them by their appearance, trying to read their body language and
expression to see who was interested and available but not too creepy or
socially awkward.  Whoever she approached needed to be prepared to be
judged too. 

   She wasn't sure, but she felt like the guys who looked too much were
just that -- lookers.  They would be uncomfortable with her.  She needed
someone with confidence, someone who would not be intimidated, someone used
to attention.  But this was hardly some upscale restaurant lounge.  It was
a carnival beer tent.  The pickings were slim. 

   "What's your thought process here?" Mick asked as he and Harry sat with
her.  They had beers and had brought her a soda.

   "Well, I think young guys are more likely to be single and thinking I'm
looking for a hookup or a date," Megan said.  "They want to go home with
someone tonight.  So, I'm thinking someone older.  Middle age, maybe. 
Someone who will like being seen with a younger woman but has too much
baggage -- a wife or girlfriend or kids at home -- to think that taking an
18-year-old dressed like a slut home with them is a good idea.  They will
be more apt to play it cool, enjoy a nice moment and let it go."

   "That's a good read," Harry nodded.  "I think you're on the right track.
What else?"

   "Well, I don't really care what he looks like," Megan said.  "I don't
need to be attracted to him.  I just need him to be attracted to me.  But
not intimidated or awkward.  Confident but not arrogant.  Strong but not
violent."

   "Good," Mick said.  "You have the right idea.  The trick is figuring out
who fits that description.  We don't know either.  Nothing is for sure. 
But keep reading them and trust your instincts.  Let us know when you're
ready.  Your assignment tonight is to get four different men.  One to buy
you a snack.  One to play a game with you.  Two to ride rides -- the Ferris
wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl."

   Megan nodded her understanding.  She liked knowing what was expected. 
She had an assignment, a due date and a clear idea of what a passing grade
would look like.  That was how she liked things.  Structured.

   She sat, scanning the crowd, finally realizing that her eyes kept going
to a very ordinary looking man.  He was wearing khaki shorts and a loose
polo shirt.  He was sitting at a long table, sipping a beer and watching
the band.  There were other people at the table, but they were a few seats
away.  He didn't appear to be with them.  He looked to be alone.  He was
middle-aged with sandy colored hair, a pudgy but not fat "dad bod" and
glasses.  He glanced at her a few times, but he didn't stare.  He wasn't
obsessed nor intimidated, but not oblivious either. 

   "How about him, the guy in the blue polo and glasses?" Megan asked.  She
explained her reasoning and the guys agreed.  "OK, here goes." Megan stood
up slowly, then started her approach.  Many eyes were on her, she knew, but
the man was watching the stage.  She was only a few feet away when he
looked over and noticed her coming his way.  He smiled, but looked only at
her face.  She liked that. 

   "Can I help you, miss?" he said.  Very respectful.  She liked that too.

   "Um, yes sir," Megan said.  "I'm sorry but I, well, I wanted to ride a
ride tonight but my grandads aren't able to ride." She motioned back to
Mick and Harry.  "I didn't bring any money and they said they are saving
theirs for beer, so, well, I thought it looked like you were here alone and
I wondered if you would want to ride a ride with me?"

   "I see," the man said, looking past her at Mick and Harry, who raised
their beers on cue as if to say, "Hello, and yes, it's OK for you to ride
with our hot teen granddaughter."

   "Well, what did you want to ride?"

   "I really like the Tilt-A-Whirl," Megan said.  "Do you like that one?"

   "Sure," the man said.  "It's a classic.  It's nice of you to bring your
grandads here instead of ditching them for your friends."

   He was fishing for information, weary of a trap.  "Thank you, sir,"
Megan said.  "Yes, they like to get out but it's hard for them, you know. I
can't take them to a bar because I'm too young, but I can bring them here."

   "How old are you?" he asked, obviously wearing of a trp. 

   "18," Megan said.  "I just graduated from high school.  Last summer
before college."

   "Good for you," he nodded.  "Why don't you sit down while I finish my
beer, then we'll go for a ride."

   Megan thanked him and sat in the seat across from him.  "I'm Megan," she
said. 

   "I'm Tom," the man said.  Megan felt like that might not be his real
name.  It didn't matter if it was or not. 

   "It's very nice to meet you, sir," Megan said.

   "Nice to meet you, too," he said.  "You're a very polite and attractive
young woman.  Your grandads must be very proud."

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.  "They take such good care of me.  I don't
know what I'm going to do without them when I go out on my own."

   "You'll be just fine," he said.  "Just be careful.  There are lots of
not-so-nice guys out there."

   "I know," Megan said.  "That's why I asked you.  You looked nice."

   "Thank you," he laughed.  "I'm pretty harmless."

   "And kinda cute," Megan smiled.  "Are you married?"

   "Divorced," he nodded.  "And no, I don't have a girlfriend.  I brought
my son here tonight.  He's 12 and off riding rides with his friends. 
Actually probably playing games.  They love throwing their money away on
those games you can't win." They both laughed. 

   "Well you seem like a sweet man," Megan said.  "I bet you're a great
daddy." She used the word "daddy" on purpose, understanding the double
meaning.  She bit her lip for effect.  She felt so naughty.

   "Your boyfriend is a lucky guy," Tom said. 

   "Oh, I don't have a boyfriend," Megan said.  "We broke up a few months
ago.  Both going our separate ways, you know.  Plus, he was kind of
immature."

   "High school boys can be that way," Tom said. 

   "Well, he was a little older than that," Megan said.  She left it
hanging there.  No details, but floating him the idea that she liked older
men. 

   "I see," Tom said.  "Well, I'm sure he's regretting letting you get
away."

   "Thank you for saying that.  You're very sweet."

   "And you're very patient," he smiled.  "You came over here asking for a
simple ride and I've had you talking for 15 minutes.  Let's get you that
ride and you can get back to your, um..."

   "My grandads," Megan said.  "I usually call them both daddy though. 
It's easier.  A girl can never have too many daddies, I guess."

   "I suppose that's true," Tom was even cooler than she expected.  He had
to catch on to her flirting, but he didn't really show it.  He seemed
bemused.  He was enjoying this, yes, but his expectations were muted.  He
was aware that this was all mostly a game.  He was just happy for the
entertainment.  She liked that vibe she was getting from him.

   He finished his beer and they walked side by side to the ticket booth.
He bought them each a ride ticket and they headed to the Tilt-A-Whirl.  A
few men gave him the head nod, like, "Way to go" or "How did you score
that?" A few women his age scowled at him.  Megan did her best not to
notice.  She was focused on Tom and playing her role of sugar baby on the
prowl for a sugar daddy.  She needed to continue to flirt and make sure he
knew she understood that his generosity deserved to be reciprocated.  On
impulse, she took his arm, holding him as they walked.  He didn't pull away
nor did he seem phased by the eyes upon them. 

   As they waited in line for the ride, for the first time he hinted at a
little payback for his generosity.

   "You know, one of the things I always liked about this ride is how that
car kind of wraps around you so you're sort of enclosed," he said.  "People
aren't staring at you.  You're just spinning and sliding and your body is
kind of out of control."

   "Yeah," Megan latched on to the opportunity.  "You're kind of bumping
into each other and your hands are flying around."

   "You never know where they might land," Tom laughed.

   "That's why it's good to have a ride partner who doesn't mind," Megan
said suggestively.  "They can land anywhere they want."

   "Hands do have a mind of their own sometimes," Tom said.  For the first
time he really looked her up and down, as if plotting exactly where he was
going to put his hands. 

   "Looks like yours are thinking already," Megan teased.

   "Possibly," Tom said.  "Right now they have a bit of a dirty mind, I'm
afraid."

   "Nothing to be afraid of," Megan said.  "The Tilt-A-Whirl is a judgement
free ride.  And I'm a judgement free girl."

   The previous ride ended and it was their turn to get on.  Megan sat down
first, then Tom sat next to her, putting his arm around her neck.  "Cozy in
here," he said.  "Hope you don't mind."

   "Of course not, sir," Megan said.  To emphasize the point, she arched
her back as if trying to get comfortable, purposely pressing her breast
into his hand.  He didn't move it away. 

   "Guess you can't wear a bra with a dress like this, huh?" he said as
they waited for the other riders to get into their cars.

   "No," Megan said.  "Sure can't.  Luckily it's not too cold tonight or I
would be putting on a bit of a show."

   "Trust me, you already are," he said.  "But in a good way.  A very good
way."

   As the ride slowly started moving, he slid his hand inside her dress,
cupping her breast.  He didn't ask if it was OK.  He knew it was.  In
response, she giggled and put her hand between his legs.  He was getting
hard. 

   "Hmm," she said.  "That could be an issue when we get off this ride."

   "Nah," he said.  "No one sees me when we're walking together.  They only
see you."

   The ride went faster and their car, true to the name of the ride,
started spinning and twirling.  He did the same to her nipple.  They moved
so fast they weren't concerned what people could and couldn't see. 
Certainly some might notice something, but by the time they really looked,
the car was spinning again and moving away to the other side of the ride. 

   Knowing that the ride would be over far too soon, Tom reluctantly moved
his hand from her firm breast and pleasingly rigid nipple.  He only had a
few minutes to reach between her tan thighs and touch her pussy.  He wasn't
about to miss that opportunity. 

   She moved her arm out of the way, holding her arms up like she was on a
roller coaster while his hand went between her soft thighs and under her
dress.  He deftly moved his fingers, pushing aside her g-string, touching
her bare mound and moist slit.  He could only imagine how tight this
hard-bodied teen would feel riding up and down on him.  He knew he would
jerk off later that night, envisioning that very moment. 

   The ride ended and he took her hand, helping her out of the car.  They
walked hand-in-hand back through the carnival, neither caring what anyone
thought.  It had only been a few minutes, but Megan really liked him and
was proud of her first choice. 

   "I know this is just a brief moment," he said.  "But I want you to know
that I appreciate that you never asked what I do for a living or tried to
find out how much money I had.  You really are drawn to older men, aren't
you?  I mean, you're not just looking for a sugar daddy."

   "That's true," Megan said.  "I have always been drawn to older men.  I
don't really care about looks or money or age.  I just like maturity.  You
treat me like a woman, not a toy.  I like that."

   They took out their phones and exchanged numbers.  Megan then stood and
let him take a couple of pictures of her -- nothing sexual, just standing
there, giving him a smile.  He walked her back over to Mick and Harry.  He
introduced himself and shook their hands.

   "You have a wonderful granddaughter," he said, winking at them to let
them know he knew she wasn't their granddaughter.  "I just wanted to let
you know that she was extremely polite and mature and respectful."

   "Thank you," Mick said.  "We are very proud of her."

   "As you should be," Tom said.  "Out of respect for you both, I wanted to
let you know that Megan and I exchanged numbers.  I will not pester her nor
make any unwanted advances.  But I am a real estate agent and would be
happy to be of assistance to any of you if you ever need it.  Even if you
already have an agent, I'm happy to offer any advice.  No charge."

   "That's very kind of you," Harry said, accepting Tom's card.  "We were
talking the other day about possibly selling our house and moving as needed
to stay close to Megan."

   "I can certainly understand why you would want to do that," Tom said. 
"And I would be happy to help you if you decide to do that."

   Tom accepted a kiss on the cheek from Megan and turned away, just as his
son and his friends approached, asking for more money to play more games.

   Megan sat back down with Mick and Harry, smiling.  "That was fun!" she
said.  "He was so nice!"

   "Looks like you aced that one," Harry said.  "Good choice.  You really
thought that through."

   "By the way, how's the butt plug feeling?" Mick asked. 

   "You know, I still feel it but it doesn't bother me anymore," Megan
said. "It's just kind of there.  I guess that's good, right?"

   "Yes, that's good," Mick nodded.  "So, ready for round two?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "I just hope I find someone as nice as Tom. 
Does it matter which thing I ask for?"

   "No," Harry said.  "You can complete the remaining assignments in
whatever order you choose.  I would remind you that the Ferris wheel is a
longer ride with some privacy.  You will probably get stopped at the top.
So choose wisely."

   "I wish I had chosen Tom for that one," Megan said.  "Hopefully I can
find someone else just as sweet."

   "We'll see if you had good judgement the first time or if it was just
beginner's luck," Mick said. 

   Megan looked around the beer tent and stage again.  Plenty of men there,
but most were in a large group or there with family or girlfriends.  She
looked at the bingo tent.  There she saw a man sitting by himself.  She
watched him for a few minutes.  He was smiling and chatting with the people
running the game, but he seemed to be alone.

   He looked older than Tom, maybe early 50s.  He was black and had a
stocky build and looked to be pretty short.  He seemed to be having a lot
of fun.  Megan liked his laugh, which was audible above the ambient noise,
and smile. 

   "Him?" she nodded towards the man.  Again, she explained her reasoning
and the guys agreed. 

   "I'm kind of hungry," Megan said.  "I thought I might ask him for a
snack."

   "Go for it," Mick said.  "We'll be right here."

   Megan walked over to the bingo tent, keeping her eyes on the man, trying
to decide how to approach hm.  She had never really approached even guys
her age before.  Now here she was trying to figure out how approach men old
enough to be her dad or grandfather.  They wouldn't expect that she was
trying to pick them up, so she had to be pretty forward.  But she didn't
want to be so forward that they mistook her for a prostitute or gold-digger
or as part of some sort of prank.  Plus, she had to be protective of
herself, reading them to make sure she would be safe with them.  It was
very challenging.  She trusted her instincts, ability to read body language
and ability to be very polite and engaging.  Her experience as a
cheerleader helped her see the value of being cute and perky.  Some found
it annoying, true, but very few were put off by it.  Most of all, she
wanted to be as genuine as possible in hopes of him reciprocating.

   "Excuse me, sir," Megan said, approaching him hesitantly.  The man
looked at her, his eyes quickly going up and down her body.  Not leering,
but he certainly noticed.  "I was wondering, um, could you teach me how to
play bingo?  I've never played and you seem to know what you're doing."

   "Don't know how to play bingo?" the man asked skeptically.  Megan knew
it was a pretty thin opening, but it was all she could think of.  So much
for being genuine. 

   "I know," she said.  "I mean, I played it as a kid but I don't really
know how you get the cards and how much it costs and all that."

   "I see," the man said.  "Well sit down here if you want and I can show
you while I play."

   "Thank you," Megan said, sitting next to him so she could see his cards.
He was playing three at once. 

   "Your parents know you dress like that?" he asked. 

   "They are out of town," Megan said.  "What they don't know won't hurt
them, right?  Besides, I'm 18.  I can wear what I want."

   "True enough," he said.  "Name's Bud.  You are?"

   "Megan," she said, shaking his hand.  "Very nice to meet, sir."

   "You didn't really come over here to play bingo, did you?" 

   "No sir," Megan frowned.  "I'm sorry.  I just, well, you have a great
smile and it seemed like you were having so much fun, I wanted to meet
you."

   "And..."

   "And I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to share a funnel cake with
me."

   He looked at her skeptically.  "You don't have any money, do you?"

   "No, sir," Megan said.  "But I'm not asking for your money.  I mean,
yes, I suppose you would have to buy the funnel cake.  But I don't need
money.  I would just like the company.  I promise, that's it."

   "You got a thing for black men, older men or what?" he said laughing.

   "I have a thing for men," Megan laughed.  "Mostly older, I guess.  Just
real men, you know.  I don't suppose you like 18 year old former
cheerleaders in tight little dresses, either, do you?"

   "Hell no," he laughed out loud.  "What kind of man would be attracted to
someone like that?"

   They both laughed and he said, "All right, let me play another round and
then we'll go find some good fried carnival food.  I'm not looking for any
trouble from your dad or a jealous boyfriend or anything, so we'll keep it
casual and just get to know each other.  I'm still trying to figure you
out."

   "I understand, sir," Megan said.  "I know it's weird for me to approach
you like this, but I promise there's no trick, no angry dad or boyfriend or
anything like that.  I won't bring you any trouble."

   He played the last game, winning $20 which he said would pay for their
treat. 

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "I want you to know that I'm not a
gold-digger. I'm not looking for handouts or trying to con anyone.  I just,
well, it turns me on to flirt with older men."

   "That's a dangerous game," Bud said.  "You realize sometimes flirting
can be interpreted as an invitation for something more, right?"

   "I know," Megan said.  "That's why I'm careful.  I watched you.  I saw
how you interacted with people and how you smiled.  I thought you would be
fun to flirt with but, well, safe, too."

   "What do I get out of this then?" Bud said.  "I know you're not going to
go home with me and let me pull that little dress off you."

   "No, sir," Megan said.  "I can't do that.  But I will do something for
you.  What do you want?"

   Bud stopped and faced her.  "You really want to know what I want?  All
right.  Well, my wife is home tonight.  She's home every night.  We've been
married for 26 years.  I love her to death.  But she had a stroke a few
years ago.  She needs constant care and, well, she can no longer care for
my needs.  I'm not complaining, but I do have to make time for myself.  I'm
not proud of it, but it's true."

   "Of course you do," Megan said, her voice filled with genuine
compassion. "You poor thing.  Maybe we can find a quiet place and I can
jerk you off?"

   "Nah, little girl," Bud said.  "I'm not asking for that.  That's just
trouble waiting to happen.  But what I would like is a little show.  A
video that I can, uh, use later when I'm alone.  A video for my eyes only."

   "Uh, sure," Megan said.  "What did you have in mind?"

   "You're hungry, right?" he smiled.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said. 

   "You know how to eat and make it look sexy?"

   Megan smiled.  "Yes, I sure do.  Maybe buy a corndog and a funnel cake
with lots of that white powdered sugar and whipped cream on it?" 

   "I like that," Bud said.  "I'll get the food.  You find a place where we
can have a little privacy but with enough light to make a good video."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  She was smiling as she looked for a good place.
This was going to be fun too.  She felt much less like a slut knowing that
she was doing something nice to help this poor, sweet man. 

   She looked around and saw a small building with a sign that indicated it
housed arts and crafts exhibits.  But exhibitors were gone and the building
closed for the night.  There were plenty of people walking by it, but no
one approaching it or the three small round picnic tables sitting under a
security light next to the building.  Anyone looking over would be able to
see them as they walked by, but there was no real reason for anyone to
approach them.  It was too open to have sex or anything like that, but not
too open to make a little sexy video. 

   She went back and joined Bud in line, helping him carry two corn dogs,
fries and a funnel cake and two drinks back to the table. 

   "Perfect," he said.  "Before we start, let's just do a little test to
make sure the video and audio and lighting and everything is OK."

   "Sure," Megan said.  She was feeling comfortable now, creative, having
fun.  She stood up next to the table and looked at his phone as he
recorded. "Hello Bud.  I'm very happy to make this video for such a sweet
man.  I wish I could do more for you, but I hope this helps fulfill your
needs for a long time to come.  My name is Megan, I'm 18 and I'm, well, as
you can see how I'm dressed, I'm not a very good girl.  But I am very good
at being very, very bad.  Just watch."

   "That was pretty hot," Bud said, stopping the recording.  Megan looked
over his shoulder as he played it back.  It was a little grainy from the
lighting, but overall the quality was quite good.  "That will work for
sure. So, look, I'll ask you some questions and give you some direction and
you just do your thing.  OK?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "Direct me.  Tell me how to turn you on."

   "Damn, there are days I wish I didn't love my wife," Bud chuckled. 
"This is one of them."

   "I know you don't mean that," Megan giggled.  "But I'm flattered.  I'm
so impressed by your devotion to her.  You shouldn't feel guilty about this
at all.  Every time you jerk off watching this, just remember that you're a
good man and that I'm doing this because I respect you and want you to be
happy."

   "You're not what you look like at all, are you?" Bud said as they sat
and ate some fries before starting the video. 

   "What do you mean?" Megan said.  "I mean, I know I look like a little
slut dressed like this."

   "Exactly," Bud said.  "Like your IQ matches your dress size.  But this
is new to you, isn't it?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  She proceeded to tell him about her athletic
career, good grades and solid family life.  "I have been very fortunate.  I
know I should embrace the opportunities I have, but, well, I just needed to
try being different.  I need to know what I want to do with my life, not
what everyone thinks I should do."

   "Yep, you have to figure out who you are," Bud said.  "That's the only
way to be happy.  I can see that you really like doing things for other
people.  You're a giver.  And I thank you for giving me a gift tonight."

   "You're very welcome," Megan said.  "Thank you for understanding and not
judging me."

   "Not a thing about you I don't like," Bud said.  "Now, about the video,
you don't mind talking a little dirty and stuff like that do you?  I mean,
it's all just pretend."

   "Not at all," Megan smiled.  "Only I don't have to pretend to be turned
on by you."

   "Fuck, you're just natural-born hot.  You know just what to say and how
to say it," Bud said.  "All right, let's do this."

   Bud held up his phone and started the video, "So Megan," he began, "do
you like sucking cock?"

   "Of course I do," Megan said.  Her answer was straightforward, honest.
Not some fake tease.  "And I'm pretty good at it."

   "How did you get good at it?"

   "Practice, of course," Megan said.  "And not just with cocks.  I'm not a
total slut!  I practice with popsicles, blow pops, suckers, dildos, oh, and
corn dogs!" She held the corn dog up by her face.

   "Why don't you show us a little of your technique?"

   'Well, the main thing about being a good cocksucker is you have to want
to do it," Megan said.  "Sometimes I think I enjoy it more than the guy
does.  Or at least as much.  There's just something about having a big hard
cock to play with and tease and worship."

   "Worship?"

   "Oh yes, in that moment, I'm a slave to cock and balls, a humble servant
unworthy of the mighty cock and nutrient-giving cum.  I pay my respects and
homage to the mighty cock.  I stroke it with my hands, kiss it and rub it
all over my face." As she said these things, she acted them out with the
corn dog.  "But I am not worthy, so I punish myself for being so selfish,
so lusty." She slapped herself in the face with the corndog, hitting both
cheeks. 

   "I stuff it in my naughty little mouth and stretch myself to make sure I
do the job right -- all lips and cum, no teeth." She put the corn dog in
her mouth and stuffed it inside her cheek and jabbing it back and forth,
showing the corn dog pushing her cheek in and out. 

   "I know I don't deserve it, but I'm starving for it, so I put it in my
mouth, just the tip at first, showing as much restraint as I can." She
demonstrated for a few seconds, kissing and sucking on the corn dog.  Then
she pulled it out and continued talking.  She put the corn dog down and
picked up a clump of the funnel cake.  "I'm so hungry for it though and I
know what I really want comes from the balls.  So I lick and suck on them
too, showing my respect and begging them to share with me." She licked the
powdered sugar off the funnel cake and stuffed the full piece in her mouth.
After she ate it she said.  "I put both balls in my mouth at the same time
just like that and give them tongue bath.  I make them churn and ache with
pleasure, so full they are desperate to be drained."

   Then, I let the man use my mouth however he wants.  He can fuck it slow
and make me work on the head.  He can slide it across my lips and make me
kiss the shaft.  Or he can jam it all the way down my throat and try to
choke me with it.  I am merely the tool at that point, the receptacle, his
to use as he wants and needs.  I have created this need in him.  I am so
naughty for doing so.  The least I can do is take his passion, his power,
his desire all the way down my throat.  My eyes might water.  I might not
be able to breathe.  But I never gag.  I never ask him to stop.  And I
never tell him where he can and cannot shoot his cum."

   She scooped up whipped cream and powdered sugar now and slapped it
across her face.  "He can cover my face with it, my tits, my hair.  Or he
can drop it right on my tongue or shoot it right down my throat into my
belly.  Regardless of where he shoots it," she said, scooping whipped cream
off her face and into her mouth, "I swallow.  Every.  Drop.  Then I put his
cock back in my mouth and I suck out the rest of it.  There's always a
little left over.  I just can't leave those sweet little sperm behind
though."

   Bud shut off the video.  "Good lord, girl, you're too hot for words."

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "You inspire me.  That's what I would honestly
do for you if the circumstances were different."

   "Every inch, every drop?"

   "Yes, sir.  Every inch.  Every drop.  Every time."

   "You're going to make some man very happy someday."

   "I want to make lots of men happy," Megan said. 

   Bud took several photos before they finished.  She posed for him,
seductively putting her fingers in her mouth, bending over the table,
arching her back, standing straight legged and even laying across the
table. Bud noticed that not only did she have a great body and sexy outfit,
but she seemed to know how to show off her best assets -- her legs, ass and
tiny waist.  Her perky breasts looked amazing as she arched and contorted.
She was a true doll.

   "These are going to get me through a lot of masturbations," Bud
laughed. 

   "If you would like, I can send you some other pictures or videos
sometime," Megan said.  "You know, so you don't get bored looking at the
same time all the time."

   "That would be great," Bud said.  They exchanged numbers.  "Just let me
text you first, so you don't actually send something at the wrong time.  I
don't want anyone to see what you send, for your privacy and mine."

   "I appreciate that very much," Megan said.  "I promise I won't ever send
you anything without you reaching out to me first."

   Bud walked her back to Mick and Harry and Megan introduced him. 

   "This fine gentlemen is Bud," Megan said, explaining Bud's devotion to
his ailing wife.  "The poor man hasn't been with anyone else for a very
long time.  I respect that so much, but I know he has needs.  So, with your
permission, daddies, I would like to send him some, um, inspiration from
time to time."

   Mick and Harry heartily agreed, showed their respect to Bud and
complimented Megan on her generous nature.  "Lots of good people at this
table," Mick said.

   "Well, two anyway," Harry laughed.  "I'm not sure you and I qualify."

   Bud left, saying he had to get home to his wife.  His nephew was staying
with her so Bud could enjoy a night out of the house.  Megan sat back down.
Two challenges down, two to go.  So far so good. 

   "Having fun?" Mick asked.

   "Yeah, I really am," Megan said.  "I didn't think I would, but this is
cool.  I don't like how some people look at me and I'm glad I'm not in a
place where I'll see people I know.  Plus the guys have been great so far.
I know I'm only halfway there.  I'm nervous that I won't find such good
guys all four times."

   "That's a reasonable concern," Harry said.  "But you have shown good
judgement so far and obviously are communicating well with them, managing
expectations.  And you know how to handle yourself if there's a guy who's
not so nice."

   Megan asked if she could walk over to the area where most of the
carnival games were, explaining that she wanted to find someone who looked
like they were good at the games.  "I don't want the poor guy to spend a
ton of money trying to win me a prize," she said.  "I want him to win me a
prize and then I can let him take my picture or something as a thank you."

   "Good plan," Mick said.  "Go ahead.  If you find someone, just let us
know."

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "You know I like older men, but is there a
minimum age -- I mean, he has to be an adult, but does he have to be a lot
older?"

   "No," Harry said.  "18 or older is fine.  Just remember that a younger
guy is probably not as likely to be as mature and able to control himself
as the other guys you picked."

   Megan indicated her understanding and walked off, carefully adjusting
her dress to cover as much as possible.  She slowly approached the game
booths, aware of people looking at her, some commenting, some whistling. 
It didn't startle her anymore, but it was still unsettling.  She did her
best not to let it show as she strolled through the games, politely waving
off the barkers trying to get her to come over and play.

   There was a group of young guys -- college aged, she guessed -- trying
the basketball game, where the baskets were always too high, the rims too
tight and the balls too bouncy.  But every guy always thought they could
win.  The guys were throwing their money down, talking trash to each other
and failing.  Time and again.  Then she noticed another guy, about the same
age but not part of the group, walk up and hand over his money for a try.
He didn't look athletic like the jock-looking group did.  He was a little
under 6 feet tall, kind of pudgy and a bit geeky looking with glasses and a
haircut you would expect to see on an old-time newscaster.  He wore baggy
khaki shorts, tennis shoes and a concert t-shirt. 

   The other guys noticed him too.  They didn't say anything mean to him,
but she could see them pointing and smirking as if to say, "Watch this
dork." She found herself rooting for him.  He missed the first shot, but it
was close.  Then he sank the next two.  He won a small prize.  He told the
barker he would let it ride and try again.  He made two out of three again.
Medium prize.  They jocks were stunned, insisting that it was luck or that
he knew some kind of trick.  But Megan had seen enough.  She walked over to
him, ignoring the jocks who had plenty to say about her too.

   "Hi," she said.  "You're really good at that."

   "You're talking to me?" the guy said, looking around to see if there was
someone else she might be speaking to.

   "Yes," she said, holding out her hand.  "My name's Megan.  I was just
watching you shoot.  You're really good."

   "Thanks," he replied, shaking her hand as well.  "I'm Jim."

   "Nice to meet you, Jim.  Um, I have a strange question for you, but I
would like a little privacy," she said, nodding toward the guys behind her.
"Would you mind walking with me for a minute?"

   "Uh, sure," he said.  "I was just about to try for the big prize
though."

   "That's kind of what I want to talk to you about," she said.  Then she
turned to the barker.  "Excuse me, I need to talk to him for a minute.  If
he comes back can he still trade the medium for a big prize if he wins?"

   "Sure, babe," the barker said, looking her up and down.  "As long as you
come back too."

   "Oh, I'll be back," Megan smiled.  She put her arm around Jim's and led
him back toward the beer tent.

   "I don't understand," Jim said.  He did enjoy the other guys stare at
them as they walked by, their disbelief over his shooting morphing into
outright astonishment that a girl like Megan was with him.

   "I know," Megan said.  "I'm really sorry about that.  I didn't mean to
put you on the spot.  It's just, well, I have a favor to ask."

   "Um, sure, I guess," Jim said.  "What I can help you with?  Do I know
you?"

   "No," Megan said.  "I don't think so.  I know this sounds silly, but I
REALLY want one of those huge panda bears.  But I know I could never make
those shots like you.  But I'm guessing you don't really want that bear, do
you?"

   "Not really," Jim said.  "I just like playing the game.  So, you want me
to win it and give it to you?"

   "Yes," Megan said.  "But not for free.  I mean, I can't pay you, but I
can maybe do something else to repay you.  Maybe give you something you
want as much as I want that bear."

   Jim looked at her, studying her face, then looked around.  If this was a
prank, she hid it well.  "You're serious?  Like what would you give me?"

   "Well, we can talk about that," Megan smiled.  "First, I want to meet my
daddies." They arrived at the table and she introduced him to Mick and
Harry. 

   "Nice to meet you gentlemen," Jim said as he shook their hands. 

   "Nice to meet you," Mick said. 

   "I have asked Jim to try to win one of those big bears for me," Megan
smiled.  "He's REALLY good at basketball."

   "That's mighty nice of you, Jim," Mick said.  "I'm afraid Harry and I
aren't much good at sports these days.  Used to love to play though.  Can
we pay your fee to play?"

   "Oh, no sir," Jim said.  "It's my pleasure.  I just met Megan but she
seems really sweet and I don't really want the bear.  I just like to play
the game.  So if I win it, I'm happy to give to her."

   "You've found a very nice young man," Harry said to Megan.  "You two
kids go have fun."

   That was the approval Megan was waiting for.  She took Jim's hand and
together they walked back to the game.  "Thank you so much for doing this,"
she said. 

   "Don't thank me yet," Jim said.  "I haven't won it for you yet."

   "Oh, I know," Megan said.  "But you're going to try.  That's the main
thing.  Plus, I just know you will do it.  And I'll be right there cheering
you on."

   "That will be enough payback," Jim said.  "I mean, if I win, if you just
be there and cheer for me, that's all you owe me."

   "That's sweet," Megan said.  "But I owe you more than that."

   "How old are you, anyway?" he asked, trying not to sound like he wanted
to make sure she wasn't too young.

   "18," Megan giggled.  "Nothing to worry about, right?  How old are you?"

   "22," Jim said.  "No boyfriend to win this for you?"

   "Nope," Megan said.  "No girlfriend to win prizes for?"

   "Nah," Jim said.  "I'm not much of a ladies man."

   "Could have fooled me," Megan smiled.  She put her head on his shoulder
for added effect as they walked past the group of jocks that had now moved
on to the ring toss game.  She made sure her hips rolled and ass wiggled
for them as she walked by them.

   As they neared the basketball booth, Megan asked him, "How are you so
good at this when no one else is?"

   "No special skill," Jim shrugged modestly.  "I've just always been good
at shooting and throwing things.  I think a lot of people psyche themselves
out -- the rims are too small and too tight and all that.  But you just
have to trust your shot and know that, if you do it right, it will go in."

   "It's a big ball to fit in small, tight little hole," Megan said in an
overtly innocent, naive voice.  She bit her lip and winked, letting him
know that she very much was aware of her double entendre. 

   "Yeah," he grinned.  "I guess a tight target is nothing to complain
about."

   "I've never had any complaints," Megan grinned. 

   "Good to see you back," the barker said.  "You too, sir." He laughed and
took Jim's money and the medium prize.  "You know the deal.  Two of three
gets you that big bear the little lady wants.  Make all three and you get
the bear and you can keep the pussycat too." The medium prize, a pink and
white stuffed kitten with big eyes and whiskers.  It was no slip of the
tongue that the barker had used the "pussy" name though.  They all three
knew what he meant. 

   "Then you'd walk away with two pussycats!" Megan said, deciding to play
along rather than act naïve or offended. 

   "I like your style, little lady," the barker nodded.  He handed the ball
to Jim.  "Come on bud, win your girl a prize."

   "Hold on," Megan said.  She walked over to him and kissed him on the
mouth.  "A kiss for luck."

   "I'd say he's pretty damn lucky already," the barker said. 

   Megan stepped back, out of Jim's line of sight so as not to distract
him. He dribbled the ball a couple of times, took aim and shot.  The ball
arced beautifully and dropped through the rim. 

   "Yay!" Megan jumped up and down, be careful about landing on her heels.
In that moment, though, she didn't care if the jumping made her boobs
bounce or her dress flip up to reveal too much ass.  She was in the moment
now.  "Give me a J!  Give me an I!  Give me an M!  Yay Jim!!"

   She noticed everyone looking at her and shrugged her shoulders.  "Sorry,
I used to be a cheerleader.  Old habits."

   "No need to apologize," Jim said.  "Never had my own cheerleader
before."

   "I never had a star athlete before," Megan said.  She kissed him again.
Then she held his hand to her mouth and sucked on his index and middle
fingers exactly the same as if it was his cock.  "Gotta cool these things
off.  You're on fire." 

   She giggled as he tried not to show his shock.  Who was this girl?  She
just oozed sexuality.  She was full of surprises.  He struggled to focus on
his next shot, but it was all rhythm and form.  He was automatic.  He sank
the second shot.  Megan jumped and cheered.  He had won the big prize. 

   "Now win that pussy!" one of the jocks said behind them.  His buddies
all laughed.  Such immature jerks, Megan thought.  That was exactly why she
liked older men.  Or at least mature guys like Jim. 

   She kissed him again, looking over his shoulder at the crowd of jocks as
she did so, making sure they were watching.  She moved Jim's hands to her
ass as they kissed.  Then she whispered in his ear, "You're making me wet."

   Jim swallowed hard, took the last shot and drained it.  He knew as soon
as he let it go.  He turned to her, smiling.  She ran up and jumped in his
arms, wrapping her legs around him.  He put his hands on her ass, holding
her up as they kissed.  He still didn't know what was going on, but he
wasn't about to stop her now. 

   "You two better get a room," the barker laughed.  He handed both animals
to Megan.  The bear was as big as she was, almost, so Jim carried it and
she carried the cat. 

   "That was amazing!" she said as they walked away.  "No one can do that!"

   "Just luck," Jim grinned, knowing it wasn't.  "Your kisses worked.  I
think I could do anything after kisses like that.  Thank you."

   "I haven't done anything for you," Megan said.  "Yet."

   "The kisses and cheering and all that weren't your way of paying me
back?"

   "No, those were just me supporting you," Megan said.  "I still owe you."

   "What are you suggesting?" Jim said.  "Look, I wouldn't turn it down,
but you don't owe me sex.  I just want you to know that.  I mean..."

   "It's OK," Megan smiled.  "I don't think we should have sex either.  I
know I look like it, but I'm not a slut and don't want you to think of me
that way."

   "I don't think you're a slut," Jim said.  "I just think you're the
sexiest woman I've ever seen.  Not just how you look, but how you act.  I
don't know you, but it feels like you're just being you.  At first I
thought it was some sort of joke or act, but it wasn't, was it?"

   "No," Megan said.  "It's weird, I'm nervous when I go out dressed like
this and when I approach someone like you, but it's kind of a rush too, ya
know.  I know you won't believe this, but I have only done this a couple of
times.  Anyway, I just want to thank you for being so nice."

   "No problem," Jim said.  "And I do believe you.  But I have to ask, did
I really make you wet?"

   Megan gave him a naughty grin, "Come on.  See for yourself."

   She led him behind a row of portable restrooms and took his hand.  She
put it under her dress, between her legs.  He touched her pussy through her
panties.  She was hot and, yes, wet.

   "Jesus," he said.  "You're on fire.  And your panties are soaked."

   "They're a mess," Megan giggled.  She bit her lip.  "Take them off. 
They're yours.  If you want them."

   "Really?"

   "A prize for a prize," Megan said.  "I got my bear and cat.  You get my
pussy -- in a matter of speaking."

   Jim knelt down in front of her, taking full advantage of the opportunity
to get a good look at her pussy in the pale light of the street lights.  He
realized that her panties were really a g-string -- not a surprise -- and
pulled them down over her hips and thighs.  As her pussy came into view, he
saw that her mound was completely smooth.  Again, not a surprise. 
Instinctively, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her bald mound.  She
took in a breath of surprise, then giggled again.  Such a cute little
giggle.  "Oh my," she said.  "I shouldn't do this, but if you want a
taste..."

   He needed no further invitation.  She spread her legs wider as he let
her panties drop to her ankles and stuck his head between her legs,
smelling her sweet pussy and licking her wet lips.  He licked between them,
his tongue going right over her clit.  She put her hands on the back of his
head, running her fingers through his hair.  But he stopped and stood up.
His hair was a mess and his glasses were fogged. 

   "Sorry, I really want to, I just, I can't guarantee I can stop if we
start," he said.  "You're unbelievable."

   "Thank you," Megan said, pulling her dress back down and stepping out of
her g-string.  "You have class.  Most guys your age wouldn't stop.  I like
mature men of any age.  Can I have your number?"

   "Hell yes," Jim said.  They exchanged numbers and then she took the
panties from him.  "Hey, I thought those were mine..." he mock protested.

   "They are," Megan said.  "But you can't have the panties without the
pussy." She put the g-string over the stuffed cat.  It didn't really fit
right, but it was funny and sexy anyway.  He laughed and accepted her
gift. 

   "Oooh, so hot," he smiled.  "Sorry, babe.  You've got some pretty tough
competition now."

   "I think I'm out of my league," Megan laughed.  "Hard to beat a pussy
like that!"

   They walked back to the beer tent, Megan wondering why the hell she had
given away her panties.  Her little dress couldn't be counted on to cover
her bare ass and pussy and there was a chance anyone might see her butt
plug.  Giving him her panties had been an impulse, a decision made in the
heat of the moment.  She felt exposed now, but she didn't regret it
anyway. 

   As they approached Mick and Harry, Jim thought about the panties on the
stuffed cat.  "Should I hide this?" he asked.  "I don't want to piss them
off."

   "No," Megan said.  "They will think it's funny.  Don't worry.  They are
the coolest guys.  Like you."

   "Wow, you must be a great shot," Harry said, noting the two large
stuffed animals.

   "He's amazing," Megan said on Jim's behalf.

   "It's also amazing that stuffed animals now come with underwear," Mick
laughed. 

   "Well, the poor thing looked cold," Megan said in a pouty little voice.
"And I was really warm, so..."

   "It was the least you could do," Harry filled in.

   They all laughed, Jim's laugh being one of nervous relief.  "Well, I
guess I should let you guys enjoy your evening," he said.  "It was an honor
to meet you gentlemen and, of course, a pleasure to meet you Megan.  I hope
to hear from you sometime."

   "You will," Megan said.  "I promise." She kissed him on the cheek and he
walked away, clutching the stuffed kitten.

   "Getting all worked up, huh?" Mick laughed.  "Try not to hump the next
guy on top of the Ferris wheel."

   "I know!" Megan said.  "I don't understand.  I go from nervous and shy
to slutty and horny just like that," she said snapping her fingers. 
"That's not normal, is it?"

   "Who's to say what's normal?" Harry said.  "You're just honest. 
Genuine. That's one of the appealing things about you.  So far, you seem to
have found that in each of your selections tonight.  I hope you have the
same wise judgement for the last one."

   "Me too," Megan said.  "I've been lucky so far.  This is all making me
so horny.  I might need you guys to fuck me when we get home tonight."

   "Hmm," Mick said.  "I think our little pupil is forgetting how this
works."

   "I agree," Harry said. 

   "I'm sorry," Megan said.  "I don't know what I was thinking.  I'm very
sorry, daddies."

   "We'll let it go this time," Mick said.  "You've done well tonight. 
You're entitled one slip up."

   "Yeah, you're thinking with your pussy instead of your brain," Harry
said.  "Classic slut behavior."

   "Thank you for understanding," Megan said.  She took a deep breath and
started looking around, once again trying to identify a partner for her
next assignment.  She saw a gentleman who looked to be in his 30s.  Very
handsome.  Well-dressed.  She started to say something, then stopped
herself.  He seemed pretty drunk, which could spell trouble.  "Trust your
gut, not your pussy." She decided to keep looking.  It had been a fun night
so far, but maybe it was time to play it safe.  Just tease some old man on
the Ferris wheel, send him home with a boner and call it a night. 

   She locked in on a silver-haired gentleman who was tall with a round
belly and friendly face.  He wasn't drinking, just sitting in one of the
folding chairs tapping his fingers along with the performance of the
barbershop quartet onstage.  He had to be around 60.  Not drunk, clean cut,
older.  He checked all the boxes for safety.  She explained all her reasons
to the guys.  Mick frowned.

   "Hmm," he said.  "I see the value in playing it safe.  I'm all for that.
But it seems like you're generalizing here.  Are you trusting your
instincts or simply what your eyes tell you?  Your eyes and your thighs
will both lie to you, ya know."

   "I don't know," Megan said.  "The other three were kind of obvious.  I
knew right away.  I don't have that same feeling this time, but he's gotta
be pretty safe at least, right?"

   "Sounds like your priorities have changed," Harry said.  "But if he's
your choice, go for it."

   Megan bit her lip nervously.  They guys' hesitation made her hesitate
too.  She looked around, trying to find someone else, anyone who caught her
eye and gave her a good vibe.  She was getting frustrated.  The guys didn't
seem confident in her choice for the first time tonight.  But were they
just testing her?  This was Slut School, after all.

   She looked back at the younger, good looking drunk guy.  She was drawn
to him.  He seemed like a happy drunk, at least.  But he was with a small
group of people.  That was intimidating.  The old guy didn't give her the
warm fuzzy feeling, but she attributed the alarms going off in her head to
Mick and Harry.  She decided to go for it. 

   She walked over to him, well aware of her lack of any attire at all
under her dress.  "Excuse me, sir," she said after waiting for the quartet
to finish their song. 

   "Yes, hello my dear," he said.  He looked her up and down, smiling. 
"What can I do for you?"

   Megan introduced herself and explained that she wanted to ride the
Ferris wheel but had no money and no one to ride with. 

   "And you picked me?" he said.  "Why?"

   "Well, you look sweet and kind and it seemed like you might be alone, so
maybe you'd like a little company," Megan said hopefully.  "But if I'm
wrong, please don't be offended.  I'll leave you alone."

   "Don't be silly," the man smiled.  It was sort of a creepy smile, like a
salesman who knew he had just hooked another sucker.  "My name is Howard
and I'll be happy ride with you.  You seem like a very nice young lady who
would be a lot of fun to ride with."

   Megan didn't like how he said "a lot of fun" but she shook it off and
said, "Oh great.  Thank you so much, sir."

   They listened to another song.  Megan focused on the stage as she sat
next to him, but she felt his eyes on her the whole time.  This man had a
little more spunk in him that she figured.  Still, he had to be harmless.
Maybe a dirty old man, but still old.  He would probably think holding her
hand was "getting frisky." She told herself these things to try to ease her
concerns. 

   She was feeling the same concerns, however, as they got on the ride a
few minutes later.  He sat on the same side of the car with her, his arm
her neck.  As they started to move he fidgeted with the strap of her dress.
"So, I pay for your ride and you do what for me, exactly?" he asked,
grinning.  "And what are your prices?"

   "Excuse me?" Megan said, astonished.  "I'm not a prostitute."

   "You look like one," he said.  "Let me guess, you want a sugar daddy. 
Still makes you a prostitute.  But OK.  What do you need me to buy you so
you don't feel like a whore while I'm fucking you?"

   "Sir, please," Megan said.  "I'm not that kind of girl.  I'm not going
to have sex with you for any price.  I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression."

   "Impression?" Howard chuckled.  "You call dressing like this an
impression?  I call it an invitation.  Come on now, let's see those tits."
He pulled at her dress, exposing her breast.  She grabbed at the dress and
pulled it quickly back, covering herself. 

   "You're a little wildcat," he laughed.  "I like that.  Now let's see
what's under here." He grabbed her dress and flipped it up.  She tried to
push it down, but not before he saw her bare pussy.  "Fuck, no bra, no
panties, totally bald but you expect me to believe you're not a little
whore."

   "I'm not," Megan said.  "Sir, please.  Let's just ride and then go our
separate ways.  I'm not what you think I am."

   "Fine," he said.  "You're not a whore.  You're a little slut.  Even
better.  I don't have to pay you and I still get what I want because you
want it as bad as I do." He put his hand on her face and pulled her to him,
kissing her on the mouth.  She pushed him away again.  They were stopped at
the top of the wheel now, as other riders got on and off.  She was
hand-fighting him, pushing him away, trapped with this man determined to
have her.  He grabbed one of her hands and put it on his crotch.  He was
hard.  "At least give me a hand job."

   "Fuck no," Megan said.  Then she remembered her training.  Be polite,
respectful.  "I'm sorry, sir.  But no."

   Just then the ride started moving.  As they neared the bottom, she
yelled down to the ride operator.  "I don't feel well.  Can you please let
us off?"

   "Yeah, I want to get off too," Howard said, laughing at his dirty joke.
He grabbed her ass as she exited the ride.  She took off running, not
looking back to see if he was still on the ride or had exited too.  She
hurried back to the beer tent and found the guys. 

   "I would have teased him like the other guys," Megan said, explaining
what happened.  "But he wasn't happy with that.  He wanted to fuck me right
then and there.  It just wasn't right.  I hope you're not mad."

   "Not at you," Harry said.  "Not very happy with Howard.  I can
understand him missing the signals, but he shouldn't have been attacking
you like that.  I'm glad you're not hurt."

   "Right," Mick added.  "You did the right thing.  There is a time to
submit and a time to defend yourself."

   Megan thanked them for understanding and they left the carnival without
any further incidents. 

   "I would give you a B for tonight," Mick said.  "You had an A going with
the first three.  Even though you did the right thing by getting away from
the last guy, you did err in choosing him in the first place."

   "But don't worry," Harry said.  "There's extra credit available tonight.
You can still finish the day with an A."

   "Extra credit?" Megan grinned.  "Oh, I like the sound of that, daddies."
She assumed they meant to have sex with her when they got home.  She hoped
at least one of them would fuck her pussy and get her off.  But even if it
was two blowjobs, it would be a fun way to end the day.  Then she thought
about the butt plug.  They had put that in her for a reason.  Was tonight
the night they were going to fuck her virgin ass?  That made sense for
extra credit.  She wasn't looking forward to that, but she knew it was
coming and was as ready to try it as she was going to be.  She knew the
butt plug was intended to loosen her up and have her prepared for a hard
cock.  But she was anxious to have the plug removed, not replaced.

   It was late when they got home.  Megan wanted to fuck and go to sleep.
The guys, as usual, had other ideas.

   "Megan, go over to our house and check on the dog," Mick said, handing
her the house keys.  "Just needs to be let out and fed.  You know the
deal."

   "Of course, sir," Megan said.  She took the key and walked down the
sidewalk to their front door.  The guys were in her house, preparing for
her ass fucking, she assumed.  She opened their door and was immediately
grabbed by a big strong man.  Jock and Muscles again?  The house was dark.
She couldn't see anything, but she could tell the man was naked.  And
muscular. 

   "Ready to pay for defense training?" a deep voice said in her ear.  It
was Pierce.  She realized the guys had given him a key and set this up. 
Her fear was gone and she relaxed.  She wasn't sure why Pierce had
surprised her like this, but was more than happy to see him and find out if
he was as well hung as she had suspected. 

   He let her go and turned on a light.  "It's good to see you, sir," Megan
smiled.  He was naked and gorgeous.  His cock was half erect and looked
huge.

   "Yeah, you like what you see," he said.  "I know you do.  I like what I
see too.  I'll like it more when that pretty dress is on the floor, though.
Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you this morning?  I've trained some
hot women over the years and fucked a lot of them too.  But you're at the
top of the list.  Just glad Mick and Harry realized the value you offer
beyond money.  It was an easy deal to make."

   "I'm glad they made it," Megan said.  "So, um, what do you want me to
do?"

   "Like I said.  Take off that dress.  The heels too."

   Megan wasn't surprised about the dress, but she was surprised about the
heels.  It seemed like she had worn heels everywhere but in the shower this
week.  She stepped out of the heels and shimmied out of the dress, standing
completely naked in front of him. 

   "Much better," Pierce said.  "Crawl over here and worship my cock.  Make
it hard so it can ravage you the way you've been fantasizing about all
day."

   Damn, how did he know that?  Megan dropped to her knees and crawled to
him, eager to get a closer look at his cock.  She had meant what she had
said earlier about not caring what men looked like or how much money they
had.  And Pierce wasn't the hottest guy she had ever seen, but he was so
well built, so masculine, so in control.  She wanted him desperately.  She
would gladly submit to a man like this any time. 

   She looked up at him as she knelt at his feet.  "Daddy, may I please
suck your cock?" 

   "You better," Pierce said. 

   He was intimidating.  Dominant.  Powerful.  She loved it.  She took him
in her mouth, just taking care of the head and kissing on his shaft and
balls at first.  He grew thicker and harder.  She started to take him
deeper, but he stopped her.  He pulled her to her feet and looked her in
the face.

   "I know there's been talk of you getting implants and lip injections and
all that shit," he said.  "Your body, your choice.  But let me just add my
two cents and say I think you should stay just like this.  I love a tight,
firm body like yours.  Let me show you why."

   He picked her up with ease and tossed her over his shoulder, flipping
her around and upside down.  The next thing knew, his cock was in her mouth
and she was holding onto him, her arms around his waist, her legs around
his neck and shoulders.  She felt his hot breath on her pussy lips and his
cock pushing into the back of her throat.  He held her firmly in place. 
She never felt like she might fall. 

   He face fucked her for a few minutes, then flipped her over again.  Now
she was face to face with him as he dropped her pussy onto his cock.  She
clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around him as his massive cock drove
deep into her.  She let her arms hang down by her side so all her weight
was essentially on his cock with maximum penetration.  Her pussy, which had
been stretched to its limits earlier in the day by Muscles and Jock, was
once again put to the test.  In her lust-driven brain, she felt proud of
her little cunt.  It took huge cock like a champion, took the pounding and
punishment, snapped back into place and asked for more.  God, she loved
being fucked like this. 

   "See, you were made this size for a reason," Pierce said into her ear.
"You're perfect just the way you are.  I can put you in any position.  I
can hold you like this for hours without getting tired.  I can make you cum
over and over again.  Just like that."

   He said the last sentence as she came, her body tensing, her pussy and
legs clamping onto him, holding on for dear life.  She trembled and shook,
spasming through a powerful orgasm.  "Oh god," she breathed. 

   "That's right baby," Pierce said.  "Cum for daddy.  Such a naughty girl.
But I have another surprise for you."

   He grabbed her ass, felt the butt plug and pulled it out.  He flipped
her over, her face at his crotch again, her crotch at his face.  Her
asshole was gaping open.  "Perfect," he said.  He flipped her back over
once more and dropped her ass right onto his cock.  The head fit inside
with a bit of pushing, the gaping hole prepared for it.  But the butt plug
hadn't been nearly as long, so it wasn't long before his cock was entering
completely virgin territory.

   "First time, right slut?"

   "Yes, daddy," Megan moaned.  "Fuck.  Oh fuck.  It feels so...  weird."

   "Just relax, bitch.  Remember, you were born for this.  Cock teasing. 
Cock pleasing.  Every inch of your body, inside and out, built for
pleasure. You wouldn't be made this way if you couldn't take it."

   He was lifting her up and down now, steadily working more and more of
his cock into her with each thrust.  Finally, he was all the way in.  She
cried out.  He whispered in her ear again, "I officially own your ass now.
Your cunt and mouth are public property, but no matter who else you fuck,
I'll always be the one who broke your ass in.  Never forget that, bitch."

   "You own it," Megan cried out.  "Take it.  It's all yours, daddy."

   Just then the door opened and Mick and Harry walked in. 

   "Right on time," Pierce said.  "Her ass is no longer virgin.  But you
missed her cumming like a little whore.  But don't worry, I can last a
while longer.  She'll be creaming again soon."

   "She was begging for that earlier tonight," Mick said. 

   "Yeah, she was ready," Pierce said.

   "How's that little ass?" Harry asked.

   "Even tighter than her pussy," Pierce grunted.  "At least it was until I
stretched it out.  I highly recommend it though.  She's a tight little
spinner though, I'll you that."

   "Spinner?"

   "Yeah, you know, like this," Pierce said.  He lifted her ass off his
cock, spun her upside down and put her mouth back on him, then spun her
again and fucked her pussy.  She was like one of those rodeo girls that did
tricks on their horses.  She was all over his body, but she never touched
the ground.  "I like huge tits, don't get me wrong, but you start injecting
her with shit you'll lose a lot of this fun right here.  I don't know about
you boys, but tossing a little slut around on my cock and just sticking it
in whichever hole lands on it is pretty damn fun.  But whether you keep her
as a spinner or turn her into a bimbo, she will always be a hot little fuck
toy.  Look at this."

   He lifted her up and showed them her asshole, which was gaping open.  He
dropped it back down on his cock before it closed. 

   "Every hole is perfect in its own way," Pierce grunted.  "You want to
cum again, bitch?"

   "Yes, please, daddy," Megan groaned. 

   He plugged his cock back into her pussy, rammed it deep, watching her
eyeballs roll back in her head as another massive orgasm wracked her
body. 

   "If she's not addicted to this already, she will be soon," Pierce said.
"You boys picked the right girl and are training her right."

   "We have had good help," Mick said.

   "Yeah, right place, right time," Harry added. 

   "Speaking of place and time, you guys have a request on where I shoot my
load?"

   "Anywhere you want is fine," Mick said.  "You can officially christen
her ass or she loves eating the stuff.  It looks great on her face too."

   "All very tempting," Pierce said.  "You fellas mind if stay here a long
enough tonight to try each one?"

   "Not at all," Harry said.  "You earned it.  She sure ain't going to
complain.  We'll leave the door open at the other house.  Just leave her on
the couch when you're done."

   "Got it," Pierce said.  He plugged his cock in her ass and came,
shooting his load into her guts.  "I claim this piece of ass in the name of
Pierce!" he laughed.  Even Megan laughed, clutching him, holding on tight,
hoping this night would never end.