XXX-Fiction

Part six

The waitress looked over asking the question on everyone’s mind, “What if one of these guys have a bigger dick?” Lily came to his defense saying in a snotty tone, “Emit’s cock is 12” long, also being really fat, and fills your pussy well. So she can’t be damaged!” Becky started dropping to her knees again, but the singer seemed to want only pussy, dragging her back to her feet with the use of her hair. He pulled it savagely, under the pedestal you could see her rise on the toes. When he released her, she returned to her flats. The jeans he was wearing, wrinkled with sags as they fell followed by tight-white undies. The singer’s legs shuffled from the restraint of his jeans around his ankles, as he moved behind Becky, towering over her. Laying hold of her hair once more he lifted straight-up with force.

Emit watched Becky return to her toes, but the singer continued lifting higher. The band member almost had a cruel smile as he yanked once more. One of Becky’s feet left the floor, toe hooking the lower edge of the pedestal, the other leg mimicked the action, propelling her almost two foot higher. Tits flashed briefly, before noticeably being squashed flat on the top of the speaker, using a hand on her back shoving it down. Finding herself in a precarious position, compensating with a hand gripping each side of the speaker, creamy cleavage spilled out. Emit couldn’t remember a time she allowed even him to be so brutal, and there were at least a hundred people present. Emit hit a new high in life, all the whores at the table were impressed, and all the fucking bastards were wishing they were him! Feeling self-important, a treat was called for…He slipped his hand under Lily’s skirt.

The speaker rocked forward, and Becky’s face screwed up in pleasure. With an attitude of indifference, the man seems to try and beat her pussy silly with his dick…out of tune from what the band played. His slams were animal in nature, not caring if she got off or not…Like he was going to bust his nut, and “Fuck the bitch!” Lily bit the shoulder of the arm playing peekaboo in her skirt saying, “You’re going to fuck me tonight…Right?” Emit groaned thinking, “God what a whore, she doesn’t care who hears!” He was in the perfect world thinking, “Becky is now a slut to be used, and he was surrounded, by pathetic whores at this table.”

The singer went non-stop on Becky for about nine minutes, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His demeanor was about damage, her eyes were squeezed shut. Emit knows if she weren’t stretched across a blaring speaker, you’d hear her moaning and squealing in the next county. Red-faced, the singer, gave a mighty thrust held in place a moment, then a few light bumps as he emptied himself. The excitable chubby chick exclaimed, “He didn’t have time so went bare-back, and I know he didn’t pull!” The waitress punched him in the arm saying, “That’s going to be one sloppy pussy to take home Sport. It’ll take a week to empty!” Emit became concerned when she waved another barmaid over pulling his clip and money from her apron. She orders rounds for the table from Bonnie, peeling off four one-hundred dollar bills and telling the woman to keep the change. She answered Emit’s strange look with, “What? Becky said to only let ya have shots of tequila, cause Sport you’re going to need it!” That wasn’t what concerned Emit thinking, “There was eight thousand to start with, and it looks half gone” The waitress laughed saying, “Cheer up Sport…When this is gone Becky said to use your credit-card” All the men agreed that whores do have a tendency to spend all your money…that did help make Emit feel better…But if she calls him Sport one more time…!

The singer removed himself from Becky, while she stepped down from the pedestal with a flash of the breast; he fixed his jeans. At this time Dave put his guitar down, only to have the keyboard player push him aside. Wanda said, “Stupid bastard, should have got him some when the getting was good!” The newcomer was short and slight…the height of a horse jockey. When he stepped behind the speaker, only the crown of his stetson was visible as Becky looked down intrigued. Speculation blossomed around the table as to how he was going to approach this. After all, if she just bent over, he’d need a box to stand on, and nobody could see one under the space of the speakers. Even the remaining band failed to strike up a song as they watched with curiosity. Emit listened to the conversation, and becoming giddy with delight realizing everyone was now using the term, “The whore” instead of Becky. Knowing she managed to bridge the gap was insanely erotic. Then as if remembering something important the waitress said, “By the way Sport, she agreed to crack off a piece with the bartender, so I could have rest the night off” grinning she finished, “He loves them sloppy!” Emit emotions moved to a state of euphoria, not only was she acting like a whore but…now she was using her pussy for compensation.

The two sets of legs occupying the lower space began jockeying for position, Becky looked a little confused when she turned around, with her side towards the speaker. She glanced over her shoulder, and Emit swears he heard, “Just get on your hands and knees bitch” she complied. The width and length of the speaker made that difficult. He was forced to step out from behind, almost falling off the stage. On either side of the box, one side showed falling hair, on the other end two feet jetted out, and a small portion of an ass curvature. Underneath you could see arms resting on its palms, legs on knees and if you stared hard enough, an erect nipple winked at you. The jockey studied the situation for a moment, with a raised arm that came crashing down connecting with the soft flesh of an ass. Without music playing the sound of the slap seemed to vibrate throughout the room. Becky received the message scooting forward, a face appeared, ass disappeared. Not quite satisfied the arm lifted once more, only this time the drummer hit the symbol as it connected with flesh. Becky was once again propelled forward, shoulders came into view with just the start of hanging boob.

Emit watched as each man became a little more abusive in their treatment, the comments around the table we’re becoming more twisted and crude. Then there were all the phones out on the dance-floor recording the event. Becky had to know she was destined to be the next internet sensation, but the whore in her didn’t care. Emit was struck with a wonderful idea, “We’ll find them together and watch em!” The jockey stepped into cover, his trousers sagged then fell, hands moving to her waist he lifted her up. Nip disappeared as her ass rose into the sky. He started with nice easy strokes, as the band struck up, his white ass making an unannounced guest appearance, with each completed cycle. Becky was showing more skin with each stroke he made, after finding his rhythm her tits began to swing to the beat, now you see them, now you don’t. Emit wished he could see the dick pound that slut, for a brief moment… forgetting that was his wife. Lily lost all self-respect asking him if he’d take out his cock and fuck her.

A man with long gray hair and ponytail completed with a ZZ top beard whispered in the waitresses ear, she just pointed at Emit. He spoke with a raspy nicotine-induced voice asking, “Sport ya sure you’re OK with me hammering off a piece?” He called Bonnie over telling her, “Get Sport here a couple shots on the house” before heading towards the stage. The excitable chubby girl informed everyone, “Stan’s got a monster in his pants” Someone tossed an ice cube at her. Stan went to the stage steps, Wanda laughed saying, “One in the bullpen” The guy with chubby remarked, “Hey, don’t Dave look pissed with Stan waiting?” Emit looked to see Dave strumming his guitar glaring!

The keyboard player popped his cork when he stepped back his dick showed. One of the whores giggled saying, “That sure looks like a bare ass cock.” Another comment on it’s the size, “It’d take fifteen of them to make a shrimp cocktail.” Another guy said, “Bet it didn’t even touch the sides of that wallowed out pussy.” Stan started climbing the steps, wagging his finger at Dave…letting him know he was next in the pecking order.

Stan removed his dick in plain view of the crowd, Emit found himself approving. Like Stan, he was part of that twelve-inch club, and something like that wasn’t meant to be kept concealed. He shook it at Becky expecting some kind of reaction, surprised only receive a wagging of finger signaling come over here. Emit bragged on her saying, “The bitch will take that and still want some in her ass” somehow feeling right about talking trash! He was in a rowdy mood, so hollered out, “Any of you skanks want another round? Show me some tit!” Breast of all size and shape fell out, from huge to small, some perky, others saggy…it was a tit fest for every taste. Lily twisted in in the chair rubbing hers in his face. The waitress looked doubtful when Emit called over Bonnie saying, “I’m not sure if authorized, for this kind of expenditure Sport?” Emit was in the mood saying, “Fuck you, bitch!” Handing Bonnie a credit-card. She smiled saying, “Ya I may be a bitch!” she tilted her head in the direction of the stage finishing with, “But Stan now, he’s an asshole, Sport!”

Stan had removed his pants then a t-shirt, walking out into the center of the stage; his monster dick swinging. Grabbing a stool plopping his butt down in plain sight, the band members staring on in disbelief. He waved for Becky to come over, only she hesitated. Emit leaned forward in his chair to watch! Stan looked at her with narrowing eyes shouting, “You get your white-trash ass out her now!” Becky moved out from behind the speaker bare ass naked. Dead silent save for the sound of clicking camera phones. Even Lily forgot about him for a moment as her phone flashed away.

Emit watches Becky starts out walking stiff and zombie-like, but with each step, her confidence seemed to grow…Until standing before Stan she didn’t have a care in the world. He snapped his fingers, and the lead singer came running, a few words spoken he returned with the mic. Putting it to his lips said, “Complements of Emit, stand and take a bow, Sport!” Emit didn’t see this coming, the waitress stuck her tongue out at him; then he realized it was all good. Rising to his feet, for the cheering masses, after all, it was him that orchestrated this…It was him that nagged her for years…It was his toil that broke her down, allowing her to become the whore standing there! He took his bow, then had “His” five minutes of fame and the complimentary drinks soon filled the table.

Stan laughed addressing Becky with, “I’m curious? Are you a wild fuck, or dead fuck?” holding the mic in her face. Emit moved to the edge of the chair dumping Lily once again onto the sawdust-covered floor, to hear how his bitch responded. Becky looked over her should locking Emit in the eyes saying, “This will be one pussy you’ll dream about!” Emit drooled, Lily remained on the floor attempting to rub his cock. Becky never took her eyes from Emit speaking to him as if he was standing beside to her, “This is what you wanted, for me to be Lily like?” she turned to face Dave reaching out, and Stan let her have the mic. She walked up to him, almost purring in an exotic voice, “You like this?” he nodded yes, “You want to fuck this, even if your number five?” he nodded vigorously. Emit watch as Becky, casually pursed her lips blowing him a kiss, before turning to look back at Dave. Paused then said, “Well fuck you Sport. Go jack your own cock!” Her lips produced a sneer saying, “I promise you there won’t be no willing pussy tonight! Emit thought, “Where’s this Sports shit coming from?” Becky finished, “Ya had a chance to dip ya wick, but tucked tail like a mamas boy” Her verbal attack didn’t surprise Emit knowing her explosive nature. Dave’s face contorted into a rage, but to Emit’s relief, Stan wagged his finger, and he backed down quickly.

Emit watching Becky’s performance became so aroused. He no longer tried to push Lilt’s hand away. Almost as a reminder, Becky’s eyes clouded saying, “Ya best not waste yourself on that two-bit whore!” Becky’s voice became sugary once more turning towards and standing beside Stan. Emit realized she wanted him to see her face and expressions. She was giving him a moment. Reaching down grabbing Stan’s cock by the base giving it a few strokes whistling then saying, “Damn if this ain’t a big one” stroking both his dick and ego she as continued, “Bet ya plan to skull fuck me, and try to make me puke?” Stan looked smug!

Emit looked on, he’d try mirrors, even once asked her to allow him to record it, only she wigged out. For the first time, he was going to see her give an unadulterated blowjob. He couldn’t stand being way back here, so moved to the dance-floor his crew followed. Lily moved in close, Emit pushed her away…not wanting to distract Becky. Only she said one more thing into the mic before dropping it, “Play nice with your sister, we may need the slut later!” Smiling sweetly she stood the cock up in examination before bending over.

Her lips parted, with tongue darting out. It tickled and teased the head, making the shaft swell in her hand. The crowd held their collective breath when Becky’s thumb could no longer touch her forefinger. Emit knew she never hurried a blowjob, having that way about her, that could drive you crazy. Lily began to stroke his cock, catching Becky’s eye he blinked…When she winked! Pushing her hand away, only to heed the advice; having a bad case of blue-balling from a night of sensory overload…Knowing it wouldn’t take much to stain his trousers. Lips parted taking in the knob giving a gentle tug before release. Showing her pearly whites in an aroused lazy smile. Softly nibbled on the head, working her way down the shaft, returning once more to the top.

Emit saw it coming when Stan placed a hand on Becky’s head. So overwhelmed with emotional bliss yelled out, “Gag that fucking whore!” Stan, the waitress, Wanda, and even Lily looked surprised at his outburst…But not Becky she smiled, opened wide and went down. She did the vanishing act, six inches disappeared. Head moving back up to kiss the head of the cock, before plunging back down, this time nine inches vanished without a trace. Stan’s head twisted sideways to see saying, “Well fuck me!” Becky came back up releasing his cock saying, “I intend to” Back down she went gobbling cock all the way until none of the shafts showed. That was a feat in itself, yet somehow she managed to get a little tongue out to dab the balls.

The crowd gasped in silence, Lily made a statement in awe, “I can’t do that” the waitress looked at him like he was stupid asking, “Why the fuck would ya want ta share that, Sport? Now every swing dick in the place is going to want that!” She shook her head, Emit beamed with pride the only thing he heard was, “Everyone wants that!” Becky reversed directions letting more shaft show with agonizing slowness. Emit lost focus, seeing a little stain appear on the stage floor beneath her feet. That sight brought it home, she had a cum filled pussy and planned to add more. He wondered if she was pushing it out or just naturally dripping? He watched her legs waiting of movement, with a slight bending of the knee…The image of a glistening trail marching down her inside thigh, to the ankle before settling on the floor…sheared into his brain. Knowing damn well she must have a scent of injected sex. His mind lost all sense of rationalization, his nuts became filled screaming for release saying to Lily, “I’m going to make your pussy drip like that bitch’s there!”.

Stan spent ten minutes trying to choke and gag that whore. Emit laughed telling everybody that would listen, “He can’t choke her if that bitch belonged to a circus…She’d be swallowing fucking swords” Stan seemed to take the situation well. Becky, on the other hand, surprised Emit, without hesitation climbed onto Stan’s lap. She faced the audience scooted back as far as humanly possible. Taking his cock she pressed it ageist her tummy, the dick cleared her naval easily. She laughed looking back at Emit, using that sweet soft voice, making everyone lean in to hear her say, “Perfect, long fat and hard.”

With grace, she reversed herself, straddled and facing Stan. Becky hooked her heels on the rungs of the stool standing straight-up, lining the cock up. Looking once more over her shoulder, she winked at Lily, then locked eyes on Emit, he felt like it was almost an eternity, then she plummeted down. The action wasn’t designed to be easy, holding a beautiful, brutal elegance to the eye. As her pussy engulfed the cock, it expanded racing down the shaft. Never once did she pause testing the size or shape, but let it fly till they slapped flesh completely embedded. Her ass raised her pussy again greedily sucking on the head, before slamming down again. Stan groaned in pleasure! Becky started working his cock, soon a white foam formed, covering the shaft dripping onto his balls. She never once slowed down the spellbinding pounding, Emit heard the waitress, her voice taken on an awed kind of tone, “Who’s using who?” Emit chuckled seeing her nipples showing taunt though her bra thinking, “I knew she was a whore, just into women.”

Stan’s eyes seemed to roll back into his head clearly only able to see the whites, but Becky didn’t slow the grind down. Instead, the bucking seemed to grow more savage, her moans became almost gut-retching increasing in volume. Emit’s dreams collided with reality hearing Becky’s mouth turn vulgar during sex saying, “You’re not used to some bitch just taking your dick” Stan’s eyes showed some color in surprise, but when she smacked her ass back down, it drifted out of sight once more. She pressed in for the kill asking, “Have ya ever had pussy this good?” Stan looked to be in his own world, at this moment his whole being residing in his dick.

Becky lifted her body, the head of his cock caught in her pussy, she paused saying, “Remember what I told you?” Stan tried to lift his ass off the stool, to stick her again, but she could rise higher. This dazed grin played off his lips saying, “O ya…I’ll dream about this fuck for years.” Becky crashed down with force, Stan quit trying to move! Emit could sense the rippling effect the revelation brought forth, with Stan admitting his wife had the best pussy in the place. Becky was riding the whirlwind, the foam had lathered the stool. Her moans filled the room, building in pitch each sounding long and drawn out. Leaning into him their perspiration mingling causing everything to be slick to touch. She set her claws for a better hold, creating sets of four red welts running in haphazard directions; leaving Stan with a little reminder of this night.

Emit knew she was ready to orgasm and it was going to be a doozy, not bothering him in the least. Stan popped first, then she let go having spasms in his lap. Catching her breath, Becky took a cheek in each hand kissed his lips saying, “Not too shabby” Removing herself from his lap. Emit stared at her first shambling steps, grinning openly at the just fucking walk. Becky walked to the edge of the stage seeing the drop off asked, “A little help here?” Ten guys with hopeful looks in their eyes rushed to her aid, setting her on the dance floor. Becky smiled so sweet at each of them saying, “Sorry boys, but I’m all fucked out.”

Emit watched Becky walk up, cringing when Lily picked this moment to challenge her by grabbing his arm. Becky smiled, then the waitress smiled saying “Lily be a dear and fetch her clothes” While Lily played fetch, Becky said goodbyes. Waiting until in the parking lot to dress.

 

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