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She looked at Taylor at work, and she didn't see a smart young girl in a professional career - she saw a potential sex partner. She pictured what Taylor might look like naked, being raped, cum trickling from her pussy. "Hey Taylor," she said cheerfully, as the pretty girl saw her approach. "Can I talk you into coming to a work function with me tonight?" Laura and Erica were the last to arrive at Alistair's house that night. Laura, knowing what was coming, had had a bout of anxiety that required her to receive no less than three orgasms from Erica's tongue, mature naked in the bedroom, visible through the window from the street, before she was calm enough to dress and leave the house. Both girls were wearing what were by now fairly standard slutty outfits for them - short belt skirts with no panties whose hems left their twats showing, tight braless tops cropped below their nipples to show their underboob, and stripper heels. Laura had coordinated both of them in matching pink. They looked like prostitute Barbies. Alistair had a large-ish house in the outer suburbs - all one story, modern design, with a pool in the backyard. When Laura arrived, she was welcomed in by Alistair, who welcomed her by reaching between her legs and pinching her clitoris while kissing her on the lips. This was his first time officially meeting Erica, but it didn't stop him from doing exactly the same to her. Erica passively let him abuse her clitoris and stick his tongue down her throat - Laura had warned her she would be repeatedly raped tonight, which Erica had accepted submissively. It became clear the new girls - the rape offerings, Laura supposed - were being entertained out the back by the pool, presumably so they wouldn't see the slutty outfits of Alistair's slave-girls and freak out until the men were ready. The whores, meanwhile, were collected in the front room. Laura was pleased and amused to see Katy in the new state that Alistair kept her in - naked, crawling on all fours, collared. Her pregnant belly was beginning to show, though her tits were not yet swollen with milk. "Say hello, Katy-cow," Alistair said. "Mooooo," said Katy unhappily, then crawled over to Laura and raised her head expectantly. Laura lifted her skirt hem, and Katy gave Laura's cunt a welcoming lick. Laura almost orgasmed at the humiliation and degradation in Katy's eyes. Candy was dressed as a kind of maid. She had a short frilly lace skirt that concealed nothing, a lace collar, black stockings and heels. She was topless, her big bimbo tits on display, and Alistair had hung a missionary serving tray from them. The tray was connected to a belt that went around the thinnest part of her waist, and it was anal supported in a flat position by cords connected to clamps on Candy's nipples. Her tits thus supported the whole weight of the tray, which must have been substantial as it currently bore a full bottle of champagne and two glasses. Candy's hands were cuffed behind her back, forcing her to just her tortured tits forward and giving her no way to seek release from the weight. Laura could see tears in Candy's eyes. She went over to the slut, poured herself and Erica glasses of champagne, and was careful to put the bottle back on the tray with unnecessary force, just to watch it pull at the blonde bitch's udders. There were other girls doggy style in the front room, of course. One was a big-titted brunette girl in an elegant evening dress. Laura couldn't see her tits OR her cunt and was wondering why she was here, until Alistair explained. "This is Candy's lesbian Hardcore date, Natalie," he said. Deeper. She nodded shyly. Once Cameron calmed down enough he began anal to survey the mess he had made. His boss knew. Whoever makes him cum is the winner, and you of course get an automatic A on your final paper for the year. “Zeutch is the largest nation in the world.” "Well, I warned mature you." Spit leaked from her defiled lips and pooled onto my crotch, gurgles and pained gags slipped from her throat, but she only hummed doggy style a tone of pure bliss, and comfortingly excepted my raging heat into her wet warmth. She needed to keep feeling this bliss. Was it how I was standing? Ivy kneeled in front of the girl and moved her hand toward the viscous strand of Warrick’s missionary cum, slowly drooping out of her and onto Hardcore the floor. Not fair. Before I knew it, my right hand was rubbing my pussy. I walk down to the dining room and set my bag on top of my work computer. The Beatles, Stones, Hendrix and Joplin were riding high and reefer was rampant. He pulled back and began fucking her at a steady pace. Sorry about the lemonade earlier. maa’s cunt lips are touching on my bum…’ “Nope.” "We were just fooling around in the park. “Chloe... You’re not going to quit on me now, are you?” She had never been in one before.