I listened while Holly told me her story.
***
I made it through prelaw and into law school. Then the wheels came off my wagon. My
money ran out and my folks couldn’t afford to help me with all of mother’s medical bills.
As you know college is very expensive and I couldn’t get any more student loans and the
grants were all gone.
I was dating Joe Maples at the time. Joe had graduated from law school a year
before. He had taken the bar exam four times and failed every time. He wasn’t a stupid man
and he knew the material. He was one of those people who do not test well. He was working
as a paralegal at his father’s firm. Joe suggested I model to make some money. He told me
about a photographer he knew and he put in a good word for me. Yes, it’s an oft told
story. Young attractive girl with big knockers posed nude to make some money, but I did
and it got me nearly through law school.
Things got very tight just as I was about to enter the last term and it looked like
I would have to drop out and get a job. Joe Maples came to the rescue again. If rescue is
the correct word to use.
The photographer that I had posed for went out of business but Joe knew someone who
knew someone that was in the adult movie business. Making an adult movie was something I
never thought I would do for any reason, but I was desperate and at Joe’s urging, I went
to see the man.
His name was Arlo Crank, if you can believe it. Mister Crank was an older man.
Maybe fifty years old. I hope you’ll understand if I use the vernacular while telling this
story. It’s crude, but everything about that period of my life was crude.
Arlo Crank told me to follow him to a back room in his studio. He wasn’t a man to
waste time on small talk. He told me to strip as soon as we got there. By that time being
nude in front of a lot of people was nothing new after posing for the photographer so I
removed my clothing for him.
“They said you was a looker,” Crank said giving me a close look. He started at my
feet and looked upward until he got to my chest. There he paused and stared at my breasts.
“God a-mighty!” he said. “There’s not a finer pair of tits in this city. I think you’ll do
just fine, missy.” He walked to where I stood and stroked my breasts.
That was something new for me. My old photographer never touched me at all. To him
I was just some object to be lighted, posed, and photographed. I was nothing more than a
piece of meat to him. Not that I would have minded if he had touched me. Posing nude
always excited me. After a photo session I was always so hot I couldn’t stand it.
Joe Maples seemed to know that. He realized that after being photographed nude I
was available for whatever he wanted to do to me as long as we screwed.
Anyway, when Arlo Crank touched my breasts I started to quiver. He played with my
nipples and actually gave me a small orgasm. Arlo knew he had someone who was turned-on
and he fucked me twice that night in his studio. Crank wasn’t very nice looking and he
didn’t smell very good, but it didn’t matter to me right then. I wanted it and he gave it
to me. He wasn’t a man to be bothered with foreplay either, but I didn’t care.
Joe had waited in the car for me to be interviewed and when I came out, he started
laughing.
“Got fucked, didn’t you?” he said still laughing. I admitted that Crank had indeed
fucked me. I also told Joe I wasn’t completely satisfied and I wanted more.
“No sweat, Holly,” Joe said driving away. “You’ll get some more fucking tonight.
You just wait and see.”
Joe’s father had bought him a nice apartment away from the campus and that was
where he took me. We hadn’t been inside but a few minutes when the doorbell rang and Joe
let another man in. I recognized him from school but I didn’t know him. Charles something
I recalled.
“Nice,” Charles said looking me over carefully.
“Damn right she’s nice,” Joe said. He walked over to me and lifted my shirt showing
Charles my boobs before I could stop him.
“Joe, stop that!” I said jerking my shirt back down. “I don’t know Charles and you
are embarrassing me.”
“Bullshit!” Joe said ripping my shirt completely off. He grabbed one breast and
squeezed it hard. “Grab a tit, Charles. Let’s give this girl a ride for her money.” I
struggled with them, but not very much or for very long. I was still hot from Arlo Crank.
It didn’t take Joe and Charles long to get me naked and on a bed and not much
longer to start fucking me. Joe let Charles do me first then as soon as Charles finished
Joe got on me and he did me.
I had never seen Joe so excited and so geared up. He did me better than he had ever
done before. By the time Joe shot-off, Charles was ready to go again.
When Charles came, Joe was mixing up some pasty looking stuff. I asked him what it
was. He told me it was cocaine and that I was going to get a coke fuck.
Joe and I had used coke a few times in the past but I had no idea what a coke fuck
was. I certainly found out. Coke, as you probably know, can be taken into the body in
several methods. Joe and I had always sniffed it. Joe mixed the paste-like substance and
put some in my pussy then he put some in my butt. After he did that he put some on his
dick and shoved his dick in me.
It takes longer for the cocaine to be absorbed through that part of the mucus
membrane, but when it hits it will knock your head off. It wasn’t very long before I was
flying high and so were Joe and Chuck. The drug kept them both hard for a long time and
they fucked me over and over until I finally just passed out from sensory overload. I was
so wasted I missed part of the next day’s classes. I told Joe we couldn’t do that again
unless it was a weekend or before a day with a light schedule.
That threesome was a first for me. Joe had mentioned it several times while we were
dating but he hadn’t gone so far as making it happen. Now it had happened to me…to us.
Having engaged in that threesome with Charles was a cause for some concern for me.
One concern was; I liked it. I liked it a lot. Even without the coke fuck it was a lot of
fun.
A few days after my first threesome I made the adult movie for Arlo Crank. It was
exciting and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. It was nothing more than me and some
man I didn’t know fucking in various positions while Arlo taped it. He paid me a thousand
dollars when we were finished. It was almost enough to pay for my last term at school.
“I got another movie coming up,” Arlo told me. “You up to do a group grope?” I
asked him what a group grope was. “You and three men doing the nasty,” he said. “Be a lot
rougher than this movie was. You’ll have to do more sucking and you’ll have to take it up
your ass.” I was just about to say no thanks when he told me what he would pay ne to do
it. I changed my mind and told him I was his girl.
“Great,” Arlo said. “Come by tomorrow night and we’ll talk about it.”
I wasn’t fooled. I knew he didn’t want to talk about anything. He just wanted some
more of my pussy, but I told him I would come. Having sex with the old man was a real
turn-on for me and I don’t know why that was.
Later that night Joe took me out dancing at a club. I’m not a big fan of rave clubs
and that sort of place, but Joe wanted to go. Actually he wanted to show me off. He even
bought a dress for me to wear. It was a short little thing that barley covered my ass and
with a deep plunging neckline. Joe insisted that I didn’t wear a bra. Because of my big
nipples, I seldom will venture out in public without a bra. Almost anything will make my
nipples spike so it always looks like I have my headlights on.
At the club I had enough to drink and get loose so I danced. Joe didn’t dance much
as a rule but that night he was out on the floor with me. Not so much to dance but to show
me off to anyone who cared to watch. He would flip up my short dress and show my panties
and he would have had my breasts out if I had let him.
Once while we were sitting down to rest two black man came to the table. Joe
apparently knew then because that did some sort of silly handshake ritual.
“Hot momma,” one of them said to Joe. “She yours?”
“Yeah, for now at least,” Joe answered laughing.
“What’s your name, little momma?” he asked me. I told him my name. He was talking
to me as if he thought I heard through my breasts. I should have been used to men looking
at my tits instead of looking at me. “You are one fine lookin’ chick. You fuck?”
“No, not with niggers,” I snapped. That was a word I had never uttered in my life
but he had really made me angry. It was crude and a rude thing to ask me. Joe looked like
he was about to crap in his pants and the other black guy looked shocked.
“Maybe you’ll change your mind,” the man said with a smile. “See ya, man,” he said
to Joe and they both walked away.
“Holly, are you out of your fucking mind?” Joe hissed.”Do you know who that was?”
“No, not really,” I answered. “I don’t particularly care who he is.”
“You damned well better care, Holly.” Joe said still hissing. “That was Ike
Branch.”
“Okay, I’ll bite,” I said. “Who is Ike Branch?”
“Don’t you read the papers or watch TV?” Joe said. “He’s a gangster. Some say he’s
the leader of the black mafia.” Since Joe was so serious, I didn’t voice the quip about
the ebony capo that came to my mind. Instead, I asked him how he knew the man.
“My father’s law firm has represented him and some of his people from time to
time,” Joe said. “You better thank your lucky stars he took it as well as he did.”
“Maybe you can get exoneration by giving him a discount when you join the firm,” I
said. I still wasn’t impressed with him. I did regret using the N word but that was all.
Joe’s mood for partying had vanished and he wanted to take me back to his place.
Partying wasn’t the only mood that vanished so I told Joe to take me to my campus
apartment.
That night I dreamt I was in Arlo Crank’s studio and he was about to fuck me when
all of a sudden Arlo disappeared and Ike Branch took his place. I awoke confused and a
little frightened. I wasn’t sure what scared me because in the dream Ike Branch had done
nothing to me except look at me and smile. It wasn’t a nice friendly smile, but neither
was it necessarily scary.
When I went to Arlo’s studio the next night, I half expected Ike Branch to leap out
at me. I laughed at my silliness and went in to “discuss” the upcoming movie.
Of course Arlo had me naked and on my knees being rammed from behind in no time. I
left him about an hour later and strangely, enough we didn’t discuss the movie at all
other than he said he would get in touch with me as to the time and place.
I was getting concerned when Arlo didn’t call for several days. I had a payment
coming up on my tuition and since they had allowed me one extension, I couldn’t ask for
another one. I was about to panic when Arlo called.
“Hi sugar,” he said. “We’re all set up and ready to get moving. I need you to be at
the studio this coming Saturday morning at nine o’clock.” I asked him for some good faith
money up front and he laughed at me. “I got your good faith hanging between my legs, babe.
You know my rules. No pay until you lay. Don’t worry, sweet tits. We should be finished by
four o’clock and I’ll have your cash then.”
Joe called me on Friday afternoon wanting to go out that night. I told him I had an
early shoot and I couldn’t be out late. Joe never planned anything more than a few hours
in advance. It was like he would suddenly realize it was Friday night and he wanted a
date. A few times he called and I already had a date. Joe would pout for two weeks so I
started telling him a lie. I usually told him I had my period and felt bad. Since he knew
nothing and wanted to know nothing about how a woman’s body worked, he didn’t think it was
unusual that I had several periods a month.
“Maybe we can get together early,” Joe said almost whining. “Charles, my friend,
saw a movie where some girl got fucked by two men at the same time and he wants to try it
with you and me.”
The idea appealed to me and truthfully if I had not arranged to shoot a movie with
group sex at the ungodly hour of nine AM I would have seriously considered it, but I
begged off. I knew Joe would pout but that was tough shit. I was trying to prepare for the
unknown I was going to face.
The unknown turned out to be three men, a big bed, and a lot of fucking. Also a lot
of sucking. I sucked cock until my jaws ached and I was fucked until my pussy and ass
ached. I got the double penetration Joe was so excited about. One cock in my pussy and one
up my ass. I did that scene twice and the second time I took the third man in my mouth. I
earned my fifteen hundred dollars that day. At least Arlo was a man of his word. When I
walked bowlegged out of the studio, I had my money in my pocket. It was all I needed to
pay my fees and get through with law school.
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