"Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous," Tom sighed. "I can hardly wait to ball her."
"Then go right ahead," John laughed. "You're my guest, so you can be first."
"I suppose I don't have any say in this?" Gloria said grimly.
"Afraid not," John replied. "We made a deal, and you'll have to do whatever I want – IF you want to be at that party."
Gloria cursed him silently. She hated being used like this, but what could she do? Dr. John Taylor had the thing she wanted most, her ticket to social acceptance. All she could do was endure whatever indignities they laid on her that evening. After all, she'd sold her body, and the buyer intended to take full advantage of it.
Tom Anderson stood up and started to undress, his eyes glued hungrily to Gloria's superb naked body. He ogled her big heavy tits and pretty little reddish-brown muff as he removed his slacks and sport shirt and shoes. He pulled off his T-shirt, and Gloria felt a first faint glimmer of interest in the man. He had a fine broad chest matted with thick blond hairs, and his arms were heavily muscled.
Tom quickly slipped out of his shorts, and Gloria gawked at his crotch. His cock was perhaps six inches long, not as long as John's, but it was enormously thick. To her frightened eyes it looked as thick as her wrist. His prick stood up stiff and swollen, springing from a thick patch of blond curls. The fat purple head of his cock was leaking big drops of juice.
"Let's go, honey," Tom said hoarsely.
"Go on over to the bed, Gloria," John said commandingly. "Please stop stalling."
Gloria moved, though very much against her will. She didn't want to fuck that total stranger, especially not in front of an audience. She just kept reminding herself that this was her ticket to the New Year's Eve party, and in that way she managed to get to the bed and climb onto it. Tom quickly lay down beside her and cupped her big hot heavy boobs. His hot moist hands eagerly squeezed and molded the ripe silky globes.
John Taylor stood beside the bed watching them with a big grin. The crotch of his pants was sharply tented. As Tom played with Gloria's satin-skinned jugs, John began to undress, too. When he was naked, his thick seven-inch cock hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on, he sat on the edge of the bed and went on watching the action.
Gloria felt totally mortified. It was bad enough to have to ball a man not of her own choosing, but it was even worse to have a second man sitting just a foot away and gawking at her. She promised herself that she'd never get together with Dr. Taylor again. She didn't like his creepy ideas of having fun.
"Gloria, you're tense," John said. "Why don't you try to relax?"
"Relax?" Gloria said. "Are you kidding? I've never done anything like this before, and I don't like it."
John scowled. "Excuse me," he said, "but I don't feel much sympathy. Every man on our block has guessed how you get invited to parties, how you got into the country club. Are you going to tell me you haven't balled Howard and Stan and Jim? No, I don't think you are. So what's one more man, Gloria? Try to explain that to me."
Gloria blushed hotly and blinked back tears of shame. John was right, she'd turned into some kind of whore in her frantic search for social acceptance. She really couldn't blame him for thinking that she'd do anything – literally anything – to get ahead. No wonder he'd thought she'd go for this kinky perverse scene.
Meanwhile Tom was enjoying himself with her big swollen tits, kissing and caressing the hot silky flesh, rubbing her pretty little pink nipples with his thumbs until the soft buds went erect and stiff Gloria didn't feel a bit of lust. She was too upset about being watched, too angry about being forced into this mini-orgy.
"I can't wait any longer," Tom sighed. "I gotta have you, baby. Roll over for me. On your hands and knees."
Wearily Gloria obeyed, knowing she might as well just get it over with. She got onto her hands and knees and poked her pert little ass up in the air. She could hear John chuckling softly as his buddy knelt behind her and seized her slim hips to steady himself. It killed her to know that John would be watching her every second while Tom fucked her.
Then Tom was pressing the huge rock-hard head of his cock against the dry unprepared mouth of her little box. Gloria gritted her teeth and prepared to take the thick meat. Tom grunted and pushed, his enormously swollen cock-head stretching the tight mouth of her cunt painfully. Gloria moaned in fright.
"Dammit, she's dry," Tom snapped. "I don't think I can even get in."
John laughed and said, "Well, fortunately, there's a doctor in the house. I think I can take care of your problem."
He'd brought his medical bag with him, and he reached into it for a tube of lubricating jelly. He squeezed a big glob of the stuff onto his fingers. Tom got back out of the way while John took his place, kneeling behind Gloria's adorable upturned ass.
"Oooooo," Gloria squealed.
She felt a sudden icy sensation as John thrust three stiff jelly-coated fingers up her twat. It was shocking and exciting at the same time. She gasped as she felt his long thick fingers probing around in her tight little box, spreading the lubricating jelly. She could easily have grooved on it – but then he was withdrawing his fingers, leaving her cunt slick and juicy.
"Now give it a try," John chuckled.
"You better believe I will," Tom panted.
Again Tom got behind Gloria and pressed the huge hard head of his dick against her snug little cunt-mouth. This time he had no trouble getting into her. She gasped and moaned as she felt her tight little box slowly stuffed full of his thick rock-hard prick. He glided in slowly but easily till his knobby cock-head butted her womb.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus, that's better," he sighed.
"Nice box, huh?" John laughed.
"Christ, yes," Tom agreed. "Really tight."
Gloria wished they'd shut up. She didn't like being talked about as if she had no feelings. And besides, she wanted to feel the thrusts of Tom's big thick cock. She didn't care much for the man, but as usual she was in urgent need of a good hard fuck. Her nervousness was vanishing quickly as she felt his stiff throbbing cock inside her.
She soon got her wish. Tom took a deep breath and began balling her, working his enormously thick rod slow and deep and hard in her jelly-filled twat. Gloria gasped and clawed the bedspread as the first dizzying waves of pleasure washed over her body. No matter how angry she felt towards the two men, she couldn't deny the joy of being well fucked.
"Oh, Jesus," Tom moaned, "it's good. Damn, it's good."
Gloria agreed, but she didn't want to give Tom and John the satisfaction of knowing that she liked it. She gritted her teeth and stifled all her cries of pleasure. She tried to remain stiff and unresponsive as she took thrust after delicious thrust from Tom's thick throbbing dick. But it was hard to conceal every sign of arousal because she was getting hornier by the second.
At last her cunt betrayed her by starting to cream heavily, helplessly, around Tom's stiff probing cock. Soon his thick meat was making a lewd slurping and squishing noise as it reamed her tight little box again and again, forcing out her gushing cream. The obscene wet noise got louder and louder, till John heard it and began to chuckle.
"That jelly really works, doesn't it?" he laughed.
Gloria breathed a sigh of relief. The man didn't know how wildly turned on she was, didn't realize that it was her own gushing cunt-cream, not the jelly, that was making that lewd sound. She dug her nails into the bed and tried not to make a single cry as Tom began to ball her ever harder and faster.
"Hey, Gloria," John said, leaning forward and leering fight into her face, "how does it feel? Is my buddy fucking you pretty good?"