It’s pub night for a 45 year old Chas and his fit 27 year old girlfriend. Bored of seeing her in jeans and t shirts, he suggests she dress up for a change, much to the delight of the drinkers in their local.
Carrie-Ann, a beautiful, 27 year old, slim brunette, stood in the mirror debating what to wear to the pub. Tired of jeans and t shirts, she wanted to glam up, as her and her fella Chas, were moving on to the city centre afterwards. “Why not show a bit of skin tonight, love?” suggested Chas, “get some of that leather on, show yourself off a bit”. She liked the idea for Town, but not so much the local pub, where she’d seen how the men ogle and touch up the girls who dressed sexily.
Reluctantly, she put on a black leather tube top with straps over the shoulders and a shiny black PVC skirt, which sat about three inches above her knees. As she added a pair of black heels, Chas walked in. “Fuckin’ hell, love, you look fit!” “Isn’t it too much for The Eagle though?” she questioned. “Nah, you’ll be fine. You look great” he replied. “Buy me a boob job and I’ll have more confidence for this kinda stuff” she pleaded. “OK love, when I get enough dough”. Carrie-Ann had no idea, at this point, that he had started getting turned on by the idea of other men fucking her. Not her cheating on him, no love involved, just sex. He was looking forward to the reactions she would get, certainly in their local.
As they made their way inside, Chas held the door to let her in first. Eyes watched as she made her entrance, in her usual knee length coat. This time, though, eyes dropped to notice bare legs where they were used to seeing the blue or black material of her jeans. The same eyes followed her walk to a booth and open her coat. “Oh fuck!” spluttered Ryan, almost spitting out his Carling, as she revealed herself to the onlookers. “She never wears that shit normally” commented Connor, “not that I’m complaining, like”.
As Chas ordered at the bar, Carrie-Ann sat there, knowing that eyes were devouring her. Feeling a little uncertain in the situation, when he returned, she suggested they just have one and move on to Town, where girls wore far sexier outfits. Giving her a bag of cocaine, he suggested she nip to the loo to lighten up. Putting her coat back on, she made her way to the toilets, spotting eyes look up in the slats of the staircase, glimpsing up her skirt.
Coming back to her seat, she necked the large Pinot that Chas had poured for her. “Steady on, love!” he exclaimed. “I need it, to give me the confidence in these clothes” she replied. “Well, sit tight, it’s my turn”. With that, he made his way to the Gents. Carrie-Ann played with her phone, trying to ignore the eyes of the lads whose stares, she felt, pierced her. In the toilet, as Chas snorted his line, he heard two lads commenting on his girlfriend. “Fuckin’ hell, seen that lad’s bird tonight? Looks fuckin’ hot, man”, said one. “I got a few sly pics of her while he went to the bar. Look… I’ll knock one out over them when i get in”. “I’d nail the shit outta that, lad” replied the other, flicking through his mate’s phone. “She looks like a brass, I’d even pay her”. Behind the door of the cubicle, Chas, not only turned on by the fact that these lads would nail his girl, they’d even pay for it. This set a plan in motion in his head.
He let them continue their conversation about what they’d do with Carrie-Ann, then walked out as the room suddenly fell silent. “Two hundred each” he said. “What?” replied one of the lads. £200 and you can “snap my bird in half, as you so eloquently put it”. “Really?” replied the other. “Well, let’s see how the night pans out” he said, waving a £50 bag in the air. “Shit, right!” said one. “Keep it to yourself, see if she’ll play ball” said Chas with a wink, as he left.
Sitting back down, he noticed the first bottle was almost gone. This time, instead of reprimanding her, he felt it might play into his hands to let her get drunk and high. “Here’s twenty, get yourself another bottle, and a double whiskey and coke for me”. “Can’t you go, please?” she begged. “Nah, you rushed the first one, you can go” he replied, and watched keenly as she made her way through the crowd. The inevitable happened, and he watched as hand after hand felt her ass in the shiny skirt.
“Well, that was an experience!” she said, sitting back down. “Their fucking hands were all over my ass! That doesn’t normally happen, when I’m wearing normal clothes”. “Just means they fancy you, love” was not the reply she expected. What happened to the “tell me who it was and I’ll break their fingers” kind of answer she expected? She thought to herself.
As they chatted, Chas brought up her wish for a boob job. “I love your small tits” he said. “You’d love them more if they were bigger. Buy me them, pleeeease” she replied. “It’s getting the money, love.” Carrie-Ann downed her glass. “Give us another stripe?” she asked, smiling sweetly at him. “He let her have the bag and she made her way to the Ladies. This time without her coat. Chas looked on as gangs of lads and men all looked up her skirt, as she went up the stairs. Then imagined their comments as they nudged each other, clinking glasses. On her way down, lads took pictures through the slats and, instead of being infuriated, he was incredibly turned on.
It was clear that now, under the influence of drink and coke, Carrie-Ann was feeling much more confident. She sat down. “Boob job, boob job, boob job!” she exclaimed, smiling. “How about this…” replied Chas, “use what you’ve got to earn some towards it?” “What? How?” she asked, looking quizzically at him. ” Look at all these guys, taking their sly looks when they think i won’t notice. Each one of them wants to fuck you. Let them, charge them”. “What?!!” she replied. “Be a brass? Ewww, imagine!” “Just for one night?” said Chas. Tonight! Just sex. You can pick five men, anyone you like. You’ll be blindfolded, you won’t know which is which. There’s a grand right there. I’ll stump up the rest. One night and it’s over”. “Fuck off! They know me from in here” she said, not really implying she wouldn’t do it. “We’ll find a new local afterwards then” insisted Chas, “we don’t have to come back here”. “OK, another line… to let me contemplate” she said, holding out her hand. Not bothering to go to the toilets to do it, she ran out the cocaine on their table, snorted it, then straddled her fella, kissing him, putting on a show. “I get to choose” she whispered in his ear.
She told him the five guys she would accept and Chas approached them. “I know you’ve been eyeing up my bird. Wanna fuck her? Do what you want with her, back at our’s? Two hundred”. It was pay weekend for most people, which worked in their favour as there was plenty of cash in their accounts. Each guy said yes. Chas collected the money and text their address. What he failed to mention to Carrie-Ann was from how many, and from whom, he had accepted the money. Young lads to old men had stumped up the cash, all ready to fuck her that night.
As she went to the bar one last time, she felt two big hands on her hips and a huge cock press into the crack of her ass through the plastic skirt. Taller than her, he leant into her right ear. “I hear you chose me. I can’t wait to get this inside you”. She gasped as she felt his length press into her. She knew who it was, his reputation proceeded himself, but she never realised quite how big he was. She looked round with a grin and slid her hand between her ass and his crotch, her palm taking in the full length and girth of his throbbing penis. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned gently, getting wet as she imagined the painful, but great, fuck it would be. She looked up at him and bit her lip, as she pulled her drinks from the bar and walked back to Chas, this time with a wiggle to her ass. “We’ll head back after these and get you ready” he said. “It’s just sex, isn’t it? I love you” she replied. They chinked glasses and swigged their drinks.
Back home, Chas blindfolded her, and she stood waiting for the first to arrive. It was the first lad she had mentioned, and his mate. The pair started rubbing their hands over the bare belly that her outfit revealed. Then, as one moved up to her top, feeling up her small breasts, the other felt up her round buttocks. She felt the lad behind slide his fingers up and round, into her top, and tweak her nipples, now standing hard. The other lad pulled her top off, over her head. As he went to pull the zip on her skirt, his mate said “no, leave that on. Turns me on!” She felt it get pushed up her thighs from either side, and fingers from front and back tear at her panties. Five other men arrived, none of the ones she had chosen. All were told to say nothing in case she recognised any voices. Soon, all their hands were exploring her body. Carrie-Ann shuddered with excitement, as she let her hands out, feeling for the hungry cocks that were ready to have their way with her.
Each guy grabbed her wrists, to move her hands to their penises. She clocked the sizes, all pretty decent, but where was the BIG guy, John? “Chas?” she asked, assuming one must be him. He didn’t reply. She got down onto her knees and started to suck the cocks that she had in each hand, as the others rubbed their heads, glistening in precum, on her cheeks and over her long brown hair. As she worked her way through all seven of the men, licking and sucking their shafts like she was a pro, Chas videoed the event on his phone. She lost count of the growing numbers, imagining they were moving out of the way to let the next in. Two of the men, in their Sixties, were unable to hold on, each shooting their loads onto her face and up into her hair. They moaned loudly as they came, voices that sounded older to Carrie-Ann than she’d imagine from the men she had chosen.
One of the lads got her up, pulled her over to the couch and sat down. She straddled him, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her cunt. She’d imagined each fuck would be one on one, until she felt someone behind her, and a cock head push at her sphincter. “Uh, Chas?” she murmured, as the guy gently pushed into her anus. “Chas!” “Shhhh, Chas is busy filming” said the lad underneath her. A tear ran from the blindfold, down her right cheek. This wasn’t quite how she’d imagined the scenario, but could she really expect anything less? Two lads were balls deep in her ass and twat, and her boyfriend was filming it to enjoy later.
“Oh fuck, yes!” exclaimed someone walking into the room. Another older voice. He went straight behind the couch, unzipped his trousers, grabbed a bunch of her hair in one hand, plunging his cock into her mouth with the other. His cock was big and fat, he was not one of her invitees. He held her head firmly in his grasp and started fucking her mouth rampantly. “This is so hot. What a fucking slut!” came another voice, as she felt a thick wad hit her on the left side of her face, then another and another. On the right side of her face, more semen flew over her forehead and then splatted over her blindfold and cheek. It suddenly dawned on her that her fella had allowed anyone to fuck her, as all holes were filled, two guys were wanking in her face, yet there were hands on both sides feeling up her body and legs.
It may have been the coke, or the alcohol, but she decided to go all out. Secretly wanting to be in a porno, here she was, being indiscriminately fucked, with her boyfriend’s permission, by an untold amount of (hopefully) paying men. One night of unbridled sex! The man in her mouth held her head in a vice like grip as he bucked his warm load down her throat. She didn’t know what he had eaten, or drunk, but it didn’t taste nice. She took it all though, swallowing the lot. As he pulled out and moved away, she reached out her hands, wanking and sucking two more, while the two men in her ass and cunt bucked their loads in unison deep inside her.
Pulled off the guy sitting down, she was back on her knees, fellating the next group of paying men, who surrounded her. Her head being guided to cock after cock, until they were ready to blow. As she knelt, wanking whichever penises she could get her hands on, semen flew onto her face and into her hair. She felt the warm sperm hit her face from some, slowly spill down from others. Some pulled her hair, arching her back so they could come on her tits and slender belly. She felt it all trickle down her body, finally building up in the folds of the black plastic skirt, now bunched around her waist.
She heard the door open and footsteps approach her, then the pull on a zip. The guy pulled his cock out and started slapping either side of her face with it. Her mouth opened in shock. It was the huge guy, she knew it was. The others looked on, intently staring at the long, fat shaft with a head like a spear. “Your hand!” he demanded, as Carrie-Ann, lifted her right hand up. “Now the other one”, he added, placing both along his huge length. Using both hands, she wanked him, licking his shaft, her tongue traversing his bell, teasing the tip. Next, he grabbed her head, thrusting into her mouth, holding her head into his balls for a while, before retracting. As he rampantly fucked her face, more men arrived. The room was now filled with the sound of masturbating cocks, and the chatter of men young and old about how much they want to fuck Carrie-Ann.
“Let’s get you to a bed” said the man, pulling out of her mouth. “You, kid, you lie down” he said, pointing to the youngest there. “Kid?” she thought out loud. “How the fuck old is he?” “Not old enough to be in a pub” laughed a voice walking into the bedroom. The man carried her over to the bed, impaling her ass on the young lad’s dick. All the men, now naked, surrounded the bed. The guy with the big dick lay down on top of her, licking and sucking her tits, then moving down to her belly. Pushing the skirt back up, he moved to her crotch and started licking out her cunt, sucking on her clit, before introducing his large fingers into her wet twat. First one, then two, he rubbed at her upper wall, building up speed.
“Word is, you squirt!” he said, leaning into her left ear. A look of shock, and embarrassment filled her face. “Fuck you, Chas!” she shouted. Only to hear Chas, nearby, chuckle. Two men got either side of her and frantically masturbated, as the young lad in her ass pumped faster and faster. As ejaculate flew through the air, splatting down on her face, tits and belly, the lad bucked his load deep into her ass. She started to shake. “Here she comes” said the lad now fingerbanging her hard and fast. Carrie-Ann convulsed, letting out loud screams as she squirted out, over John’s stomach and throbbing cock. The whole room erupted in cheers. “What a beautiful slut!” he said, as Chas caught the eruption on camera.
The lad, now done with her ass, got pulled from underneath, and a man in his late forties got beneath her, pushing up into her anus. Now totally wet, the lad with the huge dick pushed the tip of his spear into her cunt. She gasped as his long, fat length, filled her. “Uhhhhhh” she moaned, as the monster shaft, that put any of her huge dildoes to shame, tore into her. She felt the hands of the man beneath tweak her hard nipples, as she was jack hammered in her pussy and ass. Semen splatted down onto her face and body, as she grimaced to the fuck from the huge cock in her cunt. The man in her ass soon came, bucking his load into her firmly. When he finished, the guy on top grabbed her by the hips and picked her up off the bed, all the while, fucking her. He stood up ramming her tiny frame up and down his long shaft. With her head hanging down, and her long hair touching the floor, men took their chances to fuck her face.
Chas couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. All these cocks, hungry for a piece of his bird, and her taking each one that came in front of her.
The door opened… “What the fuck?” said Chas’s sister with a smile. “You guys are making a porno? And hi John, I knew you’d be up for this”, said Chloe, a pretty, buxom blonde in her early thirties. “Hey Chlo” said John, looking over, still thrusting in to Carrie-Ann’s cunt. Moving over to him, she knelt down and started licking his balls. “Fuuuuck! This is amazing” said Chas, a little too loudly. “Mate, isn’t that your sister?” said the lad now fucking Carrie-Ann’s mouth. Chas just smiled. He’d always fancied his younger sister and, even if he could never fuck her, he’d happily watch her fellating someone else.
Ready to blow, John, still fucking Carrie-Ann, moved back to the bed. Throwing her off his penis, she landed onto the quilt. He pulled her hips to the end of the bed, before rubbing his huge length in her direction. Chloe moved in to wank him off. Soon he let out a moan, firing rope after rope of his thick white semen out, over Carrie-Ann’s body. The first shot right up to her face, then the next. Followed by her tits, belly, bunched up skirt, then her thighs. The last bits trickling down over Chloe’s fingers. John let out a deep sigh, as Chloe moved over to Carrie-Ann’s body, now drenched in semen. As she looked over to Chas, she started licking the cum from his girlfriend. Working her way down from her face to the wells in the bunched up skirt, now a consertina of wet plastic around her waist.
With a mouthful of cum, she winked for Chas’s camera before swallowing the lot, then moving to his penis. Reaching up, she grabbed his shaft, sinking her lips down on it. “Oh fuck!” exclaimed Chas, as his fantasy of a blow job from his sister became a reality. He wasn’t sure quite how well this would go down with Carrie-Ann but, with her blindfold glued to her eyes by copious amounts of ejaculate, she couldn’t see. Anyway, she was now bent over the bed, face fully in the duvet, taking it in whichever hole the men behind her chose, as they jostled to fill the pretty brunette with their load. Fully spent, the men dispersed one by one, leaving a cum soaked Carrie-Ann, lying on the edge of the bed, semen dripping onto the quilt from her cunt and ass. Her, once glossy, dark brown hair, now glistening with drying semen under the bedroom lighting.
Chas was ready to blow himself. He got between his girlfriends legs, sliding into her slimy, wet twat. “Chas?” she asked. “Yes, love” he replied. “Is it just us now?” “Yes”, he replied again. “I want to come for you” she said, “you finish me”. Grabbing her hips tightly, he fucked her hard and fast. Chloe watched on, as Carrie-Ann flung about like a rag doll. “Tell me when you are going to come” she whispered in her brother’s ear. Carrie-Ann shook as her orgasm squitted out of her, with every retraction of Chas’s cock. Chas, feeling the warmth of her juice on his cock, looked over at his sister, mouthing “nearly”. Chloe mouthed “pull the skirt down”, which he did. Then, lying her head just above the skirt, she allowed him to pull out and come in her face, letting Carrie-Ann assume he was ejaculating on the PVC mini.
As he shot ream after ream of his thick white load onto his sister’s pretty face, she held the camera to get the last bit of the night on video. “I pressed stop when the others left” she whispered into his ear, “she need never see this”. Winking, she got up and went into the bathroom to clean her face up. Chas leant forward and peeled the blindfold off his love’s eyes. “You’re a bit of a mess” he said. “Yes, but i’ll get my tits!” she replied with a smile. “Now, show me the video”…