But the fire in her loins got more persistent as the movie progressed, until she couldn’t stand it any more. With a sigh, she reached between her legs and unfolded her juicy pussy and began to slowly finger herself. The pleasurable feeling grew and spread until she was squirming on the floor. Just then, the phone rang again. It was Michael again. “If you look in the top dresser drawer, you’ll find your toys. They’ll help you.” Then the line went dead again.
Julie paused the tape and walked naked to the drawer, opened it and found a slender dildo of soft rubber and a big, fat black one with a handle, along with a number of other items. Starting the tape again, she sat back on her haunches against the bed as she stared at the screen. Taking the big dildo, which was made of harder rubber than the smaller one, she slid it into her pussy and was surprised when it went in smoothly all the way to the hasp. She quickly established a steady fucking rhythm with the dildo.
As she watched the tape, she had to admit, with an air of awe, that she was in fact quite good at sex, and her stamina was a thing to behold. Thank goodness, she kept herself in shape. She had played basketball for her high school, and she had always been athletic. That background had, undoubtedly, helped her through the previous two days.
Michael had edited the tape skillfully, including enough of the prompts that Julie was writhing on the floor in orgasm before the movie was half over. But when she came to the part where a big black man fucked her with his 15-inch dick, she came again, in a gut wrenching, shattering orgasm.
In a frenzy, she grabbed the smaller dildo, then got up onto her feet in a squatting position and drove the flesh-colored rod into her ass, so she was fucking herself in both holes. She was dismayed at her reaction to her behavior on the video, yet she had never in her life been so turned on. Her juices flowed over her hands and onto the dirty carpet as she rocked on the twin rubber dicks in her pussy and in her ass. And every time she came on the screen, she came on the floor.
By the time the movie ended, after some two hours and half a dozen strong orgasms, Julie had reached an epiphany, a breakthrough in her mind. Sex wasn’t bad, it wasn’t dirty, after all, and she found she really did enjoy it. No, that’s not quite right. It appeared that she loved sex; she wallowed in it and wanted the pleasurable feeling to never end. She was suddenly aware that these men had all wanted her for herself, not for somebody else, that she was desirable sexually and that men wanted to please her, and that she wanted to please men – and women. She found she liked the idea that people viewed her as a sex object.
The men and women here had gone to a lot of trouble to bring her body to heights of pleasure she’d never been before. This was a new thing to her. She’d always been too tall, too thin, and too bookish; her breasts weren’t big enough; she was too prudish. She had lived all of her life on other people’s terms: her parents, her husband, her kids, her sorority, and her organizations. She had never just let herself go and be Julie, and now these people, by abducting her and reorienting her sexuality, had unlocked a door and shown her a whole new life.
She laughed almost mirthlessly. “Fuck you, Glenn,” she said out loud with a trace of bitterness. Then she stopped for a second as she considered what she had just said. She had never in her life willingly used that word, but now it had rolled off her tongue like she’d used it all her life. Yeah, fuck you, indeed, you stupid prick, she finally decided. The one time in my life when I need you to protect me, to be there for me, and you’re out in California playing fucking golf, she continued with her train of thought. So all of this is your fault, she finally concluded, I asked you to come with me, to have a weekend getaway and meet some of my friends, but nooooooo, golf came first. So this is what you get for being a dumbass. They want me to be a whore, fine, she decided. She’d be a whore, all right, and she’d be the best goddamn whore they ever saw.
She realized that Glenn, with his puny five-inch cock, had never come close to pleasing her sexually. Nor had her other two lovers from college. They had each been pretty small and inconsiderate, as well. She realized, from watching the video, that she craved big cocks, hard fat pieces of meat that could fill her up the way she now knew she needed to be filled.
As that thought coursed gleefully through her mind, she felt a sense of liberation. Damn straight, she thought determinedly, there’s a new Julie coming to town, and all the women in Dallas had better keep a close rein on their men, because she was out to make up for all the sex and fun that she had missed along the way.
Chapter 19: Julie does the diner The phone rang again, and this time Julie was pleasant. “I sense a change in attitude, Miss Julie,” Michael said. “Am I correct in assuming that since you’ve spent the past two hours fucking yourself silly with your toys that you now approve of our decision to invite you here.” Julie was a little coy as she replied, “Let’s just say, I’ve decided that if I can’t beat you, I’ll have to join you. I think I’ve come to grips with what I’ve become.” “And what have you become, my dear?” Michael asked provocatively. “A whore,” Julie whispered. “A cock-craving, cum-sucking slut, who needs dick all the time.”
It was true, she suddenly realized, she needed a cock badly. She wanted to do all of the things she had done in the video, only she wanted to do them when she was fully conscious and aware. “Good, because I have a job for you this afternoon. Lisette will be coming in a moment to bring you some clothes and something to eat. When you’re finished eating, get dressed and she will direct you to where you need to be.”
After she hung up the phone, Julie wondered idly how Michael had known she was sitting there masturbating. Then it hit her. They must have cameras hidden in here. They’ve probably watched everything I’ve been doing the past two days, she thought, which is probably where they got the pictures they had left for her to see. And the thought sent a thrill down her spine.
Just then she heard the lock on her door unlatch, the door swung open and a woman entered the room carrying a small overnight bag and a garment bag. But all Julie saw was a statuesque beauty with large tits, a wide ass, looks that could kill, long brown hair that cascaded in ringlets to the middle of her back, dressed in white thigh-high stockings and high heels. Her otherwise-naked body was divine, including her smooth-shaved pussy. “You must be Lisette,” Julie said.
The woman looked Julie up and down admiringly as she answered that she was. Lisette put the bags down and returned to the hall and brought back a tray containing a large salad and a big glass of ice water. Julie had thought about making a pass at Lisette, but the sight of food suddenly reminded her that she hadn’t eaten anything or drunk much of anything except cum for two days. Lisette waved as she left the room. “I’ll be back when you’re done,” she said with a wink. Julie noticed that she did not relock the door. It didn’t take Julie long to devour the salad and every single one of the crackers that came with it.
She hadn’t been finished two minutes when Lisette returned. “Here is your outfit for today. I’m to deliver you to the diner, where Michael is hosting a private party. You’re the entertainment.” Julie had a slight quiver in her voice when she asked, “How many are there?” “Oh, I don’t know, 20, maybe 30,” Lisette answered. Julie couldn’t suppress a shudder as she realized that this was the moment of truth. If she was ever to come to grips with her new self, she had to do this, and do it right. Finally, with an exhalation of air, she said, “OK, let’s go.”
The garment bag contained a dress, a one-piece black mini-skirt with thin shoulder straps. As she pulled it over her head, she realized that it was the shortest dress she’d ever had on, especially without any underwear. The skirt only extended about six inches below the bottom of her butt cheeks, which meant that anytime she bent over, her ass and pussy would be exposed. The dress fit snug, especially across her modest breasts, allowing her nipples to stick up through the satin cloth.
It was funny, she thought suddenly, it never even occurred to her to put on underwear. She liked the idea that her pussy and ass were all but exposed to the world in the short dress. The overnight bag contained a pair of six-inch stiletto heels which lifted her even taller than she already was.
After carefully applying makeup, and putting on a pair of earrings, she looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She looked like a sex queen. Hell’s bells, she thought, I am a sex queen. And somehow that thought gave her an enormous sense of confidence.
Lisette obviously approved, because she stepped up behind Julie, reached under her skirt and ran her hands over her butt, then slid a finger along her slit, which was still wet from her masturbation earlier. Julie turned around and they embraced, their mouths on each other as they kissed.
But they could only kiss for a few moments. “Maybe later we can get together,” Lisette said. “From what I saw this weekend, you’re worth waiting for. Anyway, we don’t want to keep our guests waiting, now, do we? So be a good girl and follow me.” Julie blushed both from her comments, but also from the effect of the trigger phrase that turned on her libido like a faucet.
She followed Lisette out of the room, up the stairs, down the first-floor hall to the side door that opened onto the back of the diner, with her naked pussy drooling in lustful anticipation. If walking outside naked in the light drizzle that fell from overcast skies fazed Lisette, she didn’t let it show. As they reached the gate and Lisette opened it, she said, “This is as far as I can go, kiddo. I’ve got to stay here and man the fort. Michael wants you to walk around the right side of the diner so everybody can get a good look at you. Good luck. I know you’ll do great.” Then the gate closed and Julie was alone. She looked out at the complex. There were two truckers gassing up, and they each gave a wolf whistle as she walked by. She smiled and winked at them, wondering if they were part of the party. There were also several big rigs parked in the truck lot on the opposite side of the building, and she wondered if they were part of the party, as well.
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