Dad always said I was too competitive for my own good...part 2

Casually discussing such a transaction was starting to feel a bit odd, but Billy was not done.

“We will agree to that, with the added condition that if we ask you to do something in that hour and a half and you refuse, then the deal is off and we keep all the money, regardless of how much time has passed.”

(Did I happen to mention that Billy and I were both pre-law, and at the top of our class?)

I did not like those terms at all, but saw little choice. I believed Billy was not bluffing when he said he would leave now with the money, you could see it in his face.

I would just have to hope they would not tell me to do anything too outrageous, although I realized that I would probably be doing stuff tonight that I had never thought I would do before. I was also realizing that this was probably Billy’s plan all along and knew he was going to try to keep the money after doing me by trying to suggest something that he thought I would not do.

“Okay,” I said softly, “whatever it takes.”

“Well, lets see what it takes,” said Billy. “Make us want to fuck you, slut.”

Calling me that shocked me a bit, but then I realized that I wanted them to fuck me and then pay me-if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck...

I was wearing a tight fitting button up blouse and a pair of jeans. I motioned for the guys to sit on the couch and started to unbutton my shirt. As I started taking my clothes off, I noticed Ricky was getting far more excited than Billy, who was sitting back with that damnable grin on his face. I realized I could probably get Ricky to “the point” first and decided to concentrate a bit more effort his way.

I had removed my panties and was standing completely naked in front of the guys. Ricky had a noticeable bulge in his pants, but Billy just kept on grinning.

At somewhat at a loss for what to do, but not wanting to give Billy an excuse to leave now that I had stripped for them, I tried to get some prompting in the most wanton matter I could:

“So, what do you want your prostitute to do,” I asked in a voice I hoped would pass for sultry.

Ricky was about to respond when Billy interrupted.

“First,” he said, “we don’t want a prostitute; we want a cheap dirty whore. If you are not going be a cheap dirty whore, we can just leave now.” He said this with emphasis, but I noted he was not making an effort to get off the couch. “Are you a cheap dirty whore?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I am a cheap dirty whore,” I said, quickly adding “and I will do what ever you want.”

To my surprise, Ricky jumped in with, “You don’t look like a cheap whore to me; tell me why we should think you’re a cheap whore.”

I was a bit confused at how to respond to this, I mean here I was naked in front of two guys for crying out loud, how much more of a slut could I be?

Billy picked up the cue though, “Yes, tell us what you will do for us that makes you a cheap whore, slut.”

I thought as fast as I could. What do guys want?

“First, I will give you both blow jobs,” I offered, but to which Billy replied, “A cheap whore would say she would suck our cocks.”

“Yes, I will suck both of your cocks,” I quickly corrected. “I will suck both of your cocks until you come all over me.”

“Will you swallow the cum?” asked Billy.

Having no choice, and realizing just how far this was going to go, I replied, “Yes, I will swallow every last drop.” I was also starting to get into the role a little, so I added, “That’s what makes me a cheap whore-I love swallowing cum.”

“What else do you like to do that makes you a cheap whore,” asked Billy.

“I like to be fucked, hard, over and over again.”

One look at Ricky told me he was about to explode, but Billy was just casually sitting there. Part of me was hoping we could get this going and subsequently over with, but another part was starting to get turned on, as much by what I was doing as the challenge of getting a response from Billy.

“I want you to fuck me, here, in my pussy,” I started.

“You mean your cunt, don’t you slut?”

“Yes, right here in my cunt,” I quickly added. For effect, I turned around, spread my legs slightly and bent completely over at the hip. Running my right hand up my thigh onto my crotch and dipping the middle finger into my pussy I said, “I want you to fuck me hard.” I continued to insert my middle finger into my pussy, beginning to go in and out in fast, hard motions.

“Use two fingers, bitch,” came Billy’s reply, but this time I sensed some excitement.

I quickly complied, barely noticing he had called me a bitch. I guess the language was just part of it. I continued, inserting my right ring finger as well. I had my head down by my knee and could get a good look at both guys. Ricky was literally trembling. Billy was also sitting a bit tenser and less relaxed, though he still had that grin on his face.

“Man, I really want to fuck her Billy!”

“I don’t know. I still think we could get a cheap whore that would do more for us. What do you think, Carrie? Could we find a dirtier whore than you to fuck?”

“No,” I quickly replied, picking up all to easily on the verbal cues “I’m the dirtiest whore you could fuck. I will do anything you tell me to.” The whole time I was talking, I was continuing to fuck myself with my fingers.

“Use three fingers bitch. Fuck yourself like a slut would.”

“Yes,” was my only throaty reply. I was actually getting pretty excited and my knees were growing weak.

“Suck on the fingers of your other hand, show us how you suck a big dick”

I quickly formed three fingers into an appropriate shape, sucking them in as deep as I could. I moaned as loud as I could (I couldn’t do much else with three fingers in my mouth after all.)

Ricky had already dropped his pants and was masturbating on my sofa. Billy had unzipped his pants, but had not reached in yet.

They let me continue at this for a while. Ricky kept looking at Billy, obviously waiting for the signal to begin fucking me. I had to fall to my knees, as my legs were getting weak. I took my hand out of my mouth to support my weight. Hoping they would not hold it against me, I immediately started begging.

“Please fuck me guys. I am your cheap whore and all I want to do is suck your cocks and let you fuck me hard. Please, Please, fuck my cunt, cover me with cum.”

Billy’s reply was short and unexpected.

“Can we fuck your ass?”

I actually stopped for a moment. With my hesitation, Billy seemed to smile triumphantly.

“See, Ricky, she isn’t a cheap whore, she won’t even let us fuck her ass. Let’s go”

“No, please. I will. You can fuck my ass, you can do anything, I promise.”

“Fuck yourself in the ass with your fingers.”

I immediately pulled my hands out of my pussy, as they were already slick with my own juices. But Billy stopped me.

“Use the other hand, the one that was in your mouth. While you are butt fucking yourself, lick your other hand clean. Do it now, bitch, or we are leaving.”

I immediately complied, bracing my shoulder on the coffee table. I put my fingers back in my mouth for a quick second just to get them wet, then slid my hand around to position the fingers above my ass. I inserted first my middle finger and then my ring finger in my ass.

This seemed to get even Billy excited. I then rhythmically fucked my ass. I increased my speed as I got used to the feeling somewhat, but still I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be ready for a dick back there. Meanwhile, I did as he instructed and licked my other hand clean. This wasn’t so bad as I often masturbated and sometimes did this anyway.

My compliance to this request seemed to be all that was needed.

“I want to fuck her now, Billy.”

“Go ahead, but I would make her suck you first.”

“Yeah, bitch, get over here and suck my dick.”

I smiled as I stood up and looked at them both. “The clock has started boys.” I walked over to the kitchen and quickly set the oven timer.

“Crawl over here to us, like the slut you are, Carrie,” came Billy’s command roughly.

I quickly complied, dropping to my hands and knees and crawling over to Ricky like a hunting cat. Ricky stood up to meet me, his pants around his ankles. His dick was throbbing in his hands and I could tell that he was going to cum real soon.

Billy obviously saw this too.

“When you cum, pull it out before you are done and smear it on her face,” he said roughly to Ricky while never taking his eyes off of me, waiting to see my expression. Ricky looked at him and nodded. I knew what Billy was going to do, he was going to make this as demeaning and gross as possible hoping I would refuse something and then he would not have to pay. Well, I’d show him.

I smiled brightly at Billy as I took hold of Ricky’s penis. I used my forefinger to touch the moisture that was already accumulating at the tip and rubbed it over the head. As it grew slick, I formed my hand around the top and slowly slid it down to the base. I then opened my mouth and went at his dick with abandon. I felt his dick throbbing in my mouth.

I kept my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft as tight as I could while I moved my head up and down its length. I felt Ricky grab the back of my head as he started thrusting his hips into my mouth. I felt his dick harden even more and realized he was about to go, yet he still kept thrusting. I knew he would not pull it out, so I grabbed the base of his cock a bit tighter. [email protected]