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 nig... black guys," I snapped. That word beginning with 'N' 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.

 

***

 

"Well would you look at that," Holly said grabbing my hard cock. "You got a boner from listening to me tell about my perversions, didn't you?" I admitted that I did indeed suffer an erection. In reality, I was afraid it might explode.

"Well, at least you didn't get up and walk out after hearing about my wild wicked ways," Holly said slowly stroking my hard cock. "Or demand I leave. I think I kind of expected that."

"Never," I said. "I wasn't telling a lie when I said I loved you, Holly. However," I said. "If you keep jacking my dick I'm going to spray cum all over us." She stopped stroking and kissed the tip of my throbbing cock.

"We wouldn't want to waste wood, would we?" she said. "I think we should do something else with it. Would you like to fuck my ass?"

"Would I? I would love to fuck your ass," I said. She insisted she get on top of me for that bit of anal sex and I certainly didn't mind.

I had always been a fast recover man. After I cum I usually only need a few minutes to recharge and get back to business. With my beautiful Holly, I didn't need that long. In fact, I'm not sure I was ever completely soft the two weeks we had been together.

Then came the day I had been dreading. At the office, Holly and I managed to get on top of the various businesses of Howard Enterprises. At least well enough to speak intelligent about things. We found the intentional money leaks the uncles had in place and stopped them up. With Clarence Wilkes help we effectively cut all the Howard family off from any Howard Enterprises funds.

The dread I felt was that Holly would leave me and go back to her legal profession. I was even more afraid she would leave my big old fine mansion and of course leave me. I decided to take the bull by the horns and confront her.

"Holly, may I ask how much you make at Hall, Maples, and...whoever?" I asked her. We were taking a work break and had driven down the highway to a fast food place. She named a figure that surprised me. I thought a relatively young and inexperienced associate shouldn't be making that much. She read the surprise on my face which is why I never play poker.

"No, Billy, most of the other associates don't make that much," she said. "I was married, however briefly, to a senior partner's son and I know where the bodies are buried. Joe senior and Joe the younger want to keep me quite so I'm paid more than I'm worth. Are you planning on offering me a position with Howard Enterprise?"

"I was, but now I know we can't afford you," I said faking seriousness.

"Bullshit!" she snorted. "Make me an offer I can't refuse, Billy."

"How about room and board and exclusive use of my wood?" I suggested.

"Tempting, but you can do better than that," she replied. I offered to double her extremely high salary. "Okay, throw in the room, board, and wood and we have a deal."

That night I asked her how the firm took the news she was leaving.

"There was weeping and gnashing of teeth," she said laughing. "I didn't talk to Joe Maples senior but I'd say he's relived that I'm out of the company and out of his way. Mister Hall wished me luck and said the firm hated to lose me and of course the Howard business. I suspect it was losing the business more than losing me."