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A Loan For Jenny - 3
by Lesley (ouirup4it@yahoo.co.uk)
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Jenny gets into debt and is offered a means of paying
it. (MMF, reluc, exh, glory, oral, anal)
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PART 3
Jenny must have slept for twenty minutes or more. When
she came to she realised she was alone in the studio.
Brown and her two punters had left. The cucumber was
still high in her arse passage held there by the arm of
the chair she lay in. Lifting her behind from the seat
she grasped the vegetable and eased it out of her.
Cautiously she checked her rear opening with her
fingers. Though it was still stretched wide, amazingly
it seemed intact and not too sore. Collecting her
clothes, she still had on her shoes and stockings. She
wandered over to the mirror. As she moved she felt the
fluids of the two men who had utilised all her orifices
oozing from her cunt and arse. Her face too bore the
evidence of her encounter. Dribbles and globules of
still drying sperm clung to her eyebrows nose and chin.
Taking some wipes from her bag she began to clean her
face, musing on the evening's experience.
Her boyfriend had sometimes suggested meeting other
people for sex, and she had always affected to be
appalled even though in secret the idea had been
slightly tantalising. In the last couple of days she
had sex with three completely unattractive strangers
and let them all fuck her in the arse, something she
had never let her boyfriend do. When she felt
presentable she made her way out of the studio and
through the shop avoiding the smug stare of the girl on
the counter. Brown was probably in his office at the
back but Jenny just wanted to get back to her flat and
her bed, she could sort out details of what she owed
him later.
She was just settling into bed, when Mark rang. He had
called earlier but had no reply and was interested in
where she had spent the evening. Despite his
encouragement of Brown, the shopkeeper had opted to
keep him in the dark, unsure as to the boyfriend's
seriousness about debauching Jenny. Lying back she told
Mark she had been modelling for Mr. Brown for a couple
of hours. Mark was all questions, What sort of poses
had she done? Had Brown touched her? Did she enjoy it,
did Brown get excited by her and so on.
For the most part she pretended it had just been a
straightforward photo shoot, but she let on to Mark
that the shopkeeper had manoeuvred her into certain
poses and how he had delicately arranged the folds of
her vagina for some shots. She could sense his tension
on the phone. 'He's asked me if I'll do some explicit
pictures' she whispered 'but I told him I wasn't sure
until I'd spoken to my boyfriend.' Mark stuttered 'If
you want to do them, I wouldn't mind after all it's not
real, you would only be pretending.'
'I think I would have to suck and fuck people
properly,' breathed Jenny into the phone, 'or it would
be obvious it was not real, don't you think?'
Mark gasped his agreement and she knew he was turned
on. 'I think Mr. Brown would like to fuck me, I can see
his thing is hard when he's taking pictures. Perhaps
he'll pay me extra if I suck his knob?'
She laughed then paused sure that her boyfriend was
pulling his own dick as she spoke. 'Do you think I
should, or perhaps you think it wouldn't be
professional for the model to have sex with the
photographer? I mean he's old and not very nice but at
the end of the shoot today I felt like having sex, and
you are a long way away.'
Mark responded huskily, embarrassed that the idea
turned him on so obviously and tried to distance
himself from encouraging her behaviour. 'I suppose it
wouldn't really be so important if you're only doing it
because its part of the job and I expect it's not
practical to exclude all contact with the photographer
if you are having sex in front of him.'
'So,' whispered Jenny. 'If I end up fucking old man
Brown, you'll be OK with it?'
Stammering her boyfriend replied, 'I-I think so.'
The following few days concluded without exception with
Jenny visiting Brown's shop after work for 'photo
sessions' with various contacts of the shopkeepers.
Some of them actually did want to take proper pictures,
but all of them took the opportunity to penetrate her
in their preferred orifice. Most of them only wanted
the photos as a record or trophy of their encounter
with this attractive young woman, who sucked on their
cocks with enthusiasm, and who knelt in front of them
without demur to offer them the choice of her cunt or
anus.
The shop keeper was always on hand during these
transactions and Jenny was glad he was. 'After all one
can't be too careful.' It had become something of a
habit for her to end up in his office after the night's
business and he would get her a drink, and sometimes
something to eat. In the circumstances it seemed
churlish to ask him to debit her account if he took the
occasional liberty.
Unsurprisingly, nearly every evening she found herself
sucking on Browns dick or bending over to receive his
deposit in one hole or another. Saturday afternoon saw
her complete a couple of sessions, first with a rather
unkempt be suited middle aged man with dirty
fingernails.
'It's strange what sticks in your mind,' thought Jenny.
He obviously had been a photographer at some stage and
knew his way around a camera but was obsessed with
taking photos of her cunt penetrated with large objects
and had brought a selection including beer cans, coke
bottles and various vegetables. Withdrawing a fat
courgette from her cunt and replacing it with his less
than average size cock, he concluded his session with a
rapid fuck from behind without removing his trousers.
Jenny hardly noticed until he spunked down her leg and
zipping himself up left the studio. He was followed
within twenty minutes by two well turned out men in
their early thirties who were quite clueless with the
camera, but took it in turns to photograph each other
with their cocks in her mouth, and up her arse or cunt.
Jenny was amazed at how many times two cocks could
spurt their load, with it seemed the minimal
stimulation from her. Hardly had she slipped her lips
over the end of either of the men's dicks than they
were filling her mouth and both of them recovered to
enter her cunt if only for a matter of seconds, several
times before ejaculating inside her. When their agreed
hour and a half was up, they thanked her politely as
though they had just enjoyed a game of tennis, dressed
and left.
Jenny sat back in the armchair where she had first
allowed Mr. Brown to fuck her, less than ten days ago.
In spite of the impersonal almost detached manner of
her afternoons three lovers, she felt turned on and
needed an orgasm. Jenny began to stroke her clit, but
stopped herself. She really wanted a proper fuck.
Pulling on the strappy dress she had worn earlier and
her heeled sandals, she went downstairs to the shop
office. Brown was not in his office, so she wandered
into the shop, checking the aisles for the shopkeeper,
feeling the wetness of her client's spunk, ooze from
her vagina and trickle down her knicker-less inner
thighs. He was checking stock with the till girl.
As Jenny came up to them, in spite of the till girl
watching, Brown put his hand under the hem of Jenny's
dress and roughly pushed his fingers into her sloppy
cunt. Withdrawing them covered in juice he instructed
Jenny. 'Wait in the office. You know how.' Then turned
back to the stocktaking.
Blushing crimson Jenny tried not to meet the eyes of
the other girl, as she brushed down her dress and
walked slowly to the little office. Once inside she
closed the door, and bent from the waist to lean on the
desk, her bare legs straight, and her rump in the air.
Reaching back she pulled the skirt of the dress up
exposing her behind to anyone who should come into the
office, and began to gently tease her inflamed cunt
with her fingers.
Several minutes passed before she heard the office door
open, then close again. She replaced her hand on the
desk but did not look round. Rough hands roamed over
her buttocks and traced the crease of her vagina. The
fingers gently prised her arse cheeks apart and began
to ream her anal opening. "you're a dirty whore, and no
mistake," whispered Mr. Brown, "Do you want it in your
cunt or up your pretty arse?"
His hand insinuated itself into her fanny and
immediately connected with her swollen clit. Jenny
hated, but loved the fact that the ageing shopkeeper
seemed always able to make her come. Her hips began to
sway and her cunt pulse as his ministrations took their
effect. She could feel his dick hard against her bottom
as his free hand mauled her left breast. "Come on
Jenny, you little slut tell me where you want my cock."
She moaned, "Fuck my arse, fuck me please, fuck my
arse." She had already lubricated it earlier
anticipating an assault from a punter which never
materialised, and Browns dick slid easily into her anal
passage until she could feel his hairy groin against
the cheeks of her bottom. Unlike the first time when he
had gently taken her arse Brown instantly began
thrusting vigorously. Jenny gasped as it seemed her
whole inside was in spasm. The hand at her cunt
continued its steady rhythm until she began to shake in
orgasm and groaned, "Oh god! Oh god! Don't stop!"
Just at that point there came a knock at the door. In
mid stroke the shopkeeper shouted "Come in."
The door opened and Jenny heard the till girl, tell him
he had a visitor. As Brown continued his ravaging of
her rear hole Jenny sagged on the desk and was only
vaguely aware of someone entering the office and the
door closing again. She remained barely standing
sprawled against the desk her dress around her waist as
she felt Browns penis withdraw. Her bum hole would be
gaping wide she knew. "You've met Jenny?" Brown spoke
to the visitor." She's very lovely and a bit of a
slapper, a nice combination don't you agree?" He pulled
Jenny round by her arm to face the newcomer. It was the
Bailiff who had come to her flat on the morning this
all started.
"Now we've a bit of unfinished business," he said
pointing to his glistening dick. "this dirty wee girl
is going to suck it clean" He paused leering at her
"I'm sure she won't mind if you make use of one of her
spare holes while she does it. Brown leaned back
against the desk his trousers round his ankles, holding
up his shirt to expose his erect cock. He nodded to
Jenny.
She bent over grasping his slippery tool in her hand
and sliding her lips down the shaft that had only
minutes ago emerged from her arse. Her head began to
bob up and down on his prick, and she steadied herself
on the desk. From behind her she heard the unbuckling
of a belt and a dick substantially bigger than the
shopkeepers drove its way into her cunt. It seesawed in
and out with a steady rhythm and once again she began
to respond.
Two hands grasped her breasts and tweaked her nipples,
she could hardly concentrate on Browns cock in her
mouth. He suddenly held her head tight and began to
fuck her face, as she held her lips around his cock,
spurting his spunk into mouth. The bailiff grunted and
continued to thrust, shaking Jenny like a doll as her
face lay in Browns lap. She uttered a brief cry as
another spasm swept through her and the heavy prick
inside her spat its contribution to her day's
collection of sperm.
Jenny was only half aware of agreeing to meet the
Bailiff and the Shopkeeper later that evening, to
attend some event for which she would be paid. She had
slumped into the shopkeeper's chair as the Bailiff's
cock withdrew, her dress like sash about her waist.
Patches of sperm dried on her chin and where it had
dripped onto her breasts. Though she had now paid off
all her debts to the shopkeeper, she thought it would
not hurt to maybe do a few more 'tricks' to get a bit
of 'extra' cash for herself.
In truth, she had discovered she quite enjoyed being a
"cheap slut" which is what Mr. Brown had begun to call
her. So with her boyfriends return imminent, she
determined to make the most of her independence. Though
she knew Mark was turned on by her 'stories', she still
couldn't believe he would feel the same if he knew it
was real.
The Baillie apparently had another business, a dirty
book shop in one of the city's back streets. On a
Saturday evening he would sometimes organise a special
event for which a limited number of his customers would
get an invite, for a good fee of course. Tonight's
event was to have featured a local stripper, a girl who
if the mood took her might give one or two punters a
blow job. His unexpected encounter with Jenny had
immediately given him a better idea.
He would install her in one of the American style video
booths which his shop boasted and his customers could
have the pleasure of her through 'gloryholes' in the
wall. Later in the evening she would put on live show
on a mattress on the floor of the shop with a couple of
customers of his choice.
Neither the Baillie nor the shopkeeper had discussed
these details with Jenny but the promise of £600. 0 had
been enough to elicit the girl's agreement to attend.
At £50 per head the Baillie was confident of a good
profit on the evening and the girl he was sure, would
meet the approval of his customers. She was pretty, had
a lovely body and firm tits and the way she had
accepted and enjoyed his cock while slavering over that
old bastard's dick impressed the Baillie.
Jenny was collected just after 9-30pm by Mr. Brown in a
Taxi. He had told her to wear her little suit but with
stockings and suspenders, knickers and bra. 'The
punters like to see those undies coming off' he
explained 'It raises tension.' The taxi dropped them a
little way up the road from the shop. Jenny could see a
small gathering of people around the door. As she
approached her heels clicking on the pavement, she
heard the murmured comments of the waiting men. 'd'ya
think she's the lassie?'
Brown shouldered his way through the crowd, which
parted easily and rang the bell. It began to drizzle as
they waited for the door to open. One or two of the men
attempted to engage Jenny in some light hearted banter
with 'Are ye the stripper darlin?' comments to which
she responded in a demure but amused 'you'll have to
wait and see' manner. She was not the brassy type of
woman they were accustomed to which clearly provoked
their interest. A spy hole in the reinforced door slid
open, followed by the rattle of bolts. The door opened
slightly and Brown ushered Jenny inside closing the
door behind him.
The interior of the book shop was typical of a thousand
of the genre. Shelves of magazines, DVDs and videos
portraying every aspect of sexual activity known to man
and a few more. ,sex toys and a small selection of
fetish clothing. It had a spacious area just inside the
lobby entrance in front of the counter and numerous
sections each devoted to its own speciality radiating
off. At the back of the premises directly facing the
counter were three cubicles where punters could sample
available DVDs by committing £2 tokens to a slot.
The Baillie explained to Jenny her role. She was to
occupy the centre cubicle which could be observed or
accessed via holes cut into the wall. They had a brief
all in one red leather jump suit for her to wear. Jenny
thought it would make her look like a cheap street
hooker. She was to put on a show with a big vibrator
and allow the men in the adjacent booths to grope her
if they wanted. If they put their cocks through the
wall she was expected to wank them or suck them or if
possible push back onto them with one of her other
orifices.
Jenny protested, 'It's disgusting I can't do it!'
The Baillie was already undoing her jacket. 'Its to
late for that now lassie, we've got customers to
please' She sullenly allowed the two men to strip her,
help her into the tawdry costume and push her into the
cubicle where she sat grimly on the vinyl stool
clutching a nobly black vibrator. In front of her the
screen flashed into action and a clip, of a 'housewife'
being buggered by man with a huge penis began to play.
'She makes a lot of noise,' thought Jenny but then
concluded to herself that's probably what the punters
like, and mused that, perhaps she should up the
histrionics if that's what gets results.
Examining the black vibrator, she sound she could not
quite grip it finger to thumb with one hand and guessed
it was over 250mm long. Raising it towards her mouth,
she puckered to kiss its bulbous end. It amused her how
real it looked and felt apart from its lack of heat.
'Go on suck it, you slut!' A rough Scottish voice cut
through her reflective state. It came from a hole
midway up the wall on the left of the booth. She had
been unaware that either of the adjacent cubicles had
become occupied and had momentarily forgotten her
purpose there. Obediently she slipped the glans of the
huge dildo into her mouth, sucking noisily.
Up to now she had found it difficult to get a great
length of cock into her mouth. She was not one of these
'clever' women who could accept dick right into the
throat and breath through the nose but she more than
made up for this with the enthusiasm which she lavished
on the first six inches she could accommodate. As she
slurped on the artificial cock, Jenny observed a hand
extended through a hole in the other wall towards her
right breast. Bending she allowed the fingers of the
hand to touch her leather clad breast. She liked this
game. The fingers fumbled then found the tag of a zip.
Pulling down the material parted to reveal her pert
nipple prominent on her plump breast.
Suddenly the fingers fastened onto her nipple and
pulled. She was forced to squat as her breast was drawn
right up to and through the hole from which the mans
arm had protruded. The edges of the hole were tight and
chafed her skin, but she felt the man licking and
sucking her breast in a frenzy. Stuck as she was
against the wall, her knees forced uncomfortably apart
by the need to be as close to the partition as
possible, there was not much she could do with the
vibrator. A couple of hands extended forlornly from the
opposite wall but too distant to touch.
Jenny called through the wall to the assailant of her
breast. 'Put your cock through, I want to suck your
cock' and she did. She was becoming excited by the
situation. The attention to her nipple cautiously
ceased and she was able to gently pull her left bosom
from the hole.
Almost immediately an angry looking knob its foreskin
stretched back, presented itself through the aperture
complete with bollocks covered in black curly hair.
Jenny wrapped her fingers round it and dropped her lips
over the pulsing end. Hardly had her head set up a
bobbing rhythm on the prick when it began to ejaculate
taking her by surprise and causing her to lose the end.
Globules of jism splattered her hair and eyes as the
cock jerked off its load into the air.
Slipping out of the jump suit, she turned her attention
to the other wall where she was pleased to find two
pricks waiting her ministrations. Giving the one a suck
while gently wanking the other she alternated her
favours until they both began to spurt. She received
their donations in her mouth and on her breasts and
shoulders. The original hole now sported another penis
which was obviously long, sticking into the cubicle a
good few inches. By semi squatting and pushing her arse
against the hole Jenny made it possible for the long
penis to slip into her cunt.
At the same time at the opposite end of her she was
able to 'suck off' alternatively another two cocks
which had appeared through the wall. This latter
arrangement was repeated several times with one prick
after another jettisoning its hot load into Jenny's
mouth, over her now slick body or up her sloppy cunt.
'I'm just a set of holes to fuck,' Jenny thought, at
once disgusted but stimulated by the thought, as she
presented her buttocks up to the hole again. As she did
so a voice at the hole asked for the vibrator. She
retrieved it and passed it through to the anonymous
owner of the voice. Replacing her cunt at the hole she
felt the vibrator slipping in. It was definitely bigger
than any prick she'd taken that night and as it began
to gyrate she began to push back against it until her
backside was against the wall.
Then she felt the pressure against her anus. Supporting
herself against the opposite wall she resisted the
insistence of this new prick, for she guessed it must
be such, until the rosebud of her arse opened and
allowed the intruder to slide steadily in, to lie above
the mechanical cock vibrating in her cunt. The new cock
remained still, accommodating itself to her tight
passage.
It was Jenny who began to move, pulling way from the
wall and then pushing back onto vibrator and cock. Her
lower pelvis was alive as she heaved herself back and
forward on the twin spears. Two cocks jutted in front
of her face but she could not slacken the concentration
of what was happening in her cunt and bowels to give
them proper attention. She was sweating and slobbering
as she attempted to impale herself further. Then she
began to come, flooding the wall of the cubicle,
drenching the owner of the strange penis, shaking and
squealing to a halt.
Withdrawing from the cock up her arse she shouted to
the unseen owners of the two neglected cocks. 'Cum on
me shoot your spunk' and held her open mouth up to them
as they obligingly did as they were bid. She then
slowly pulled out the vibrator and slumped in
exhaustion on the stool. Two or three more pricks
protruded into her cubicle but finding no response
withdrew momentarily before reappearing to spatter the
motionless girl with strings of sperm. Then the punters
seemed, like her to be sated and she was left alone,
the accumulated fluids drying on her skin or leaking
from her lower orifices onto the vinyl stool.
Jenny tried to guess how long she had been in the
booth. An hour perhaps? Maybe longer. She had lost
count of how many pricks she'd sucked after she got to
eight, and she couldn't put a number on the cocks that
had fucked her but at least six she thought.
Disbelievingly, she recalled her desire to feast on
those faceless cocks and how she loved it when she made
them cum.
The booth door opened and Mr. Brown and the Baillie
stood there. Brown handed her a blanket to wrap around
her and the two men led her through the shop to a small
room at the back which doubled as a kitchen. As she
passed the groups of men many of whom must have taken
their pleasure with her, Jenny managed a smile and was
rewarded with a round of applause.
Brown gave her a long drink which he told her would
perk her up. She was then instructed to clean up and
left alone. She managed a complete wash except for her
hair at the sink and began to reapply her make up.
Putting her own clothes on she did as Brown had
promised begin to feel more lively. She liked the
knickers and bra set she had chosen to wear under the
little suit. It was white with black dots and had a
sort of thirties style to it which looked great with
heels and stockings.
'God, she thought if Mark could see me now he'd have a
fit!' She resolved this would have to be the last such
episode. If he discovered the extent of her depravity
he would surely give her up.
To be continued?
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