Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  I was about to tell him that I needed a few more minutes, but he didn’t waste any time. In the same step he reached me, he slid his way inside me. Tony’s thick cock already had me plenty ready to accept Vic’s, but Vic’s was hitting me much deeper.

  I was laying on my back now and before I knew it Tony was standing in front of me stroking himself again. I couldn’t believe he had any more cum left to give me.

  Vic continued to have his way with me, and the pleasure quickly came back. His penis felt a lot different than Tony’s, but I liked it just the same. As it hit me deep, I quickly came again. I was surprised I was able to so soon after what had just happened with Tony, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

  I looked back to Tony and his penis was now fully erect again. I looked him in the eyes and opened my mouth wide, inviting him to use my mouth instead of just watching. As he entered me, I remember the thrill I felt at having two penises in me at the same time. This was double the amount I had seen in my life, and BOTH were inside me.

  And I was loving every second of it. Eventually Vic pulled out and came all over my chest. When he did, I moved to my knees so I could finish Tony with a proper blow job. I wanted to make up for earlier and learn what he liked, so I was experimenting with different motions.

  As it turns out, he really liked having his balls massaged with one hand while I rotated my other hand on his shaft, keeping my hand connected to my mouth.

  It wasn’t long before I felt him shooting cum down my throat. I continued to suck until he was bending over and holding himself up with his arms. He collapsed beside me.

  I stayed laying on the plywood. I was spent. Every last ounce of energy I had was drained. My legs felt so weak I wasn’t sure I would even be able to stand. And I was also completely covered with cum. I still had it on my face from earlier, Vic had his all over my chest, and Tony’s was rolling down my leg. Somehow I even had it in my hair.

  Vic left but Tony stayed lying beside me. He was still tugging on his now limp dick, staring at the giant fan rotating overhead. He glanced at me and asked, “Good first day?”

  I grinned and joked, “Yep! So good I’d say I earned a promotion.”

  “I don’t know about that, but keep up that work ethic and we’ll be sure to keep you around even in the slow times. Actually especially during the slow times.” Tony laughed at his own joke.

  Eventually I cleaned myself up and headed home for the day. I never want to forget everything that happened, which is why I’m writing this down now. I’m currently laying here in bed, and just thinking about everything has me all hot and bothered. I’ve been practicing what Alyssa taught me, and have already given myself a couple orgasms of my own.

  It’s been a very long day, but I can’t wait to find out what's in store for me on Friday when I have my next shift...

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 53

  Good morning, Lady Murkgreed,” little Willow Woods said to the middle aged woman standing before her.

  “Oh... Willow,” Lady Murkgreed, pretty wife of Lord Murkgreed, replied with a curious tone, looking out over the young girl's shoulder – first to the left and then to the right, as if she was uncertain as to why the lowly 19 year old nanny had knocked on the door of her luxurious home on this fine afternoon.

  “Ah yes,” Willow nodded with a smile after a brief, awkward pause.

  “And what can I help you with?” Mrs. Murkgreed responded, this time with a bit more coldness to her voice.

  “Well...” Willow began. “I'm just here to look over the children, as usual?”

  “Ohhh!” Mrs. Murkgreed pursed her lips, letting out a laugh. “About that... Didn't you get my letter, Willow?”

  “No, Lady Murkgreed. Not that I be aware of. Why, is something wrong?”

  “Something wrong?” The arrogant woman snickered. “Is something wrong? My lord, wench... is that all you have to say?”

  Willow's face took on an expression of pure bewilderment. She couldn't fathom why this sudden change had come over her routine employer, in the form of Lady Murkgreed – the wife of handsome Mr. Murkgreed, a very respected, highly praised lord known far and wide.

  “I don't understand, miss. Did I do something wrong? Did something happen to stir your britches?” Willow pleaded, beginning to feel a bit worried. She'd never seen the usually friendly mother acting so harshly toward her – not in the many months that she had been watching over the Murkgreed children. Willow had always gotten on so well with them – both Lady and Lord Murkgreed, as well as with the young ones. They never had any complaints or issues with the comely lass, though she didn't often speak with the handsome, yet distant husband himself.

  And so, it seemed quite strange that the middle-aged woman was all of a sudden behaving so bitterly toward the fair-skinned teen.

  “Save it!” Mrs. Murkgreed spat. “Try to maintain some dignity, of what little you might have left.”

  “Miss Murkgreed?” Willow repeated, her eyes beginning to water. The poor, young, untouched girl didn't take criticism so well (or a loss of income, being rather on the poor side of life). The slightest little insult or belittling remark would ruin her day. And so, one can imagine what this outright rejection was doing for her self-confidence. “Did Lord Mur--”

  But here she found the door summarily slammed in her attractive, pouting face – the gust of wind knocking her hair back with great force.

  And that was that! This forceful action had effectively terminated her employment with the Murkgreeds... and for what reason, little Willow had not a clue. She simply stood there, staring on at the ornate door, as if the naive lass was expecting it to somehow open and the previous incident forgotten. Perhaps the motherly Lady Murkgreed was playing some sort of cruel joke on the young girl.

  However, this was not to be the case. And as the minutes ticked by, Willow Woods herself came to reach this very conclusion. A very sullen one at that. For the Murkgreed's had been allowing the penniless girl to sleep in one of their many guest rooms. A most welcome retreat from the night cold. And now... she would have no such place to go! The young girl turned to leave, bringing a finger to her teary cheek – where Willow did ponder what possibly could have gone wrong. Had she really done something so terrible to be turned away at their doorstep without so much as an explanation, of any sorts?

  ***

  Willow found herself walking down the dreary cobblestone streets, arms folded across her chest in an attempt to keep warm. The girl couldn't afford any sturdy winter clothing. She had usually worn those provided by the Murkgreed household, but, given the current circumstance... that was no longer an option. And so, she began to shiver slightly as those dainty fingers rubbed at her cold flesh through the thin, moderately tattered dress.

  No place to go, not now anyway. She thought of going to one of the local taverns for a bit of warmth. Just a place to sit and think for a while – until night rolled around and she was booted out onto the streets, of course. A none too pleasant notion...

  Suddenly the characteristic sound of a horse carriage's clip-clopping could be heard making its way down the cobblestone road. Willow, at first, paid no attention to this noise as it was not an overly uncommon one to be heard – especially on these busy streets. However, it was the shrill voice that accompanied the hooves which caught her full, undivided attention.

  “Filthy little whore!” The woman yelled, waving her fist out the passing carriage window.

  Willow turned at once to address the noise, taken completely by surprise. She couldn't even be sure that the insult was meant for her. But, as she looked to the street and saw the familiar face of Mrs. Landebaum (a close friend of Lady Murkgreed's) sticking out of the window, that hostile expression and bitter set of eyes staring right at young, untouched Willow Woods. It became quite certain, right then and there, that the invective was indeed meant for the poor lass.

  But again, Willow had no idea w
hat warranted such treatment – and worse yet, no idea how to best respond! She merely stood there, looking nervously around at the reactions from several people passing by. Their arrogant gazes eyeing the lowly lass up and down, and finally shaking their heads from side to side, as if to say, Yep... a whore alright!

  Quite an unfair assumption, however. As young Willow Woods had never in her life engaged in any of the lusty fornications that were so popular at the time of her life. Despite being very pretty faced and possessing a comely, enticing figure, the girl had not yet partaken of any debauched activities. Her body was pure, chaste. Though she had often wondered about such things, as many young girls do. The curious little notions which fill the minds of virginal women... how fun, and forbidden, it is to imagine those lewd topics.

  “What?” Willow whimpered aloud as the carriage trotted off down the road. “I—I—I'm not!”

  But the nearby crowd had already begun to take notice of the attractive woman. Men were pointing, snickering, and jeering. The few women, with their parasols and fancy hats, cast their noses sky-ward in a snobbish manner. A few grabbed their children sternly by the shoulders and moved on with haste, so as not to taint their childhood with memories of such filth as the whorish Willow Woods... or so they would have you believe.

  The girl found herself the object of distinct ridicule – right there in public and in plain sight! A few lusty ruffians began to approach the frightened lass, thinking they might score an easy, cheap erotic thrill with their filthy manroots. How easy it was for the hooligans of the town to cast judgement on the hapless lady. And all for what? Simply because a woman of noble standing had shouted an invective from the window of a passing carriage? Laughable! And yet, that was in situation in which Willow Woods currently found herself. Gazed upon by those filthy, wandering eyes. The scoundrels with their tongues licking at their dirt-encrusted lips, like hungry hounds trying to tree a fox.

  “A might fair piece, isn't she?” One of the foul-faced men commented, nudging his friend with an elbow.

  “Aye, right fair!” His companion snickered.

  “And what might such a pretty fair piece such as yer'self be going for?” The first lowlife inquired, allowing his stare to drift up and down the young girl's enticing body.

  She was stunned stiff! Frozen with fright and embarrassment. Naive Willow Woods knew not how to answer. The lass hadn't a clue what to say or do – and as the tears welled up in her eyes and the girl's heart began to race, her peepers could be seen darting from left to right and back again, as if desperately trying to spot a place of refuge from this most unpleasant affront.

  “Oh, little whore likes to play coy, does she?” The skinnier lad commented.

  “I think so...” His rat-faced companion replied. “Typical, isn't it? Those uppity street harlots trying to be fancy – a real pinky up in the air affair, isn't she!”

  And at this, the two men shared in a boisterous chuckle. Yet, they began to approach young Willow Woods... coming dangerously closer with each passing second.

  She floundered in the street, teetering back and forth. Glancing over each shoulder, eyeing the ugly brutes marching in her direction. Bad intentions plainly written upon their faces.

  Willow knew it was time to depart, but where to go?

  “I think the dog pound is down the road boys,” she spat in their direction, before turning and departing in a full run. The innocent lass could hear their heavy foot-steps clapping against the cobblestone in hot pursuit.

  “No whore is going to speak to us that way!” The rat-faced beanpole called out.

  Apparently the wench still had some fight left in her spirit, despite the degenerating situation she found herself in on this doleful day.

  “Or if you'd prefer, there's an alley way right over there for you two boys to go enjoy each other's company in!” She cackled haughtily, dashing down the road, her dress flying wildly.

  “Oh, we'll be putting that alleyway to use, whore!” The men shouted. “But we'll be needing your slimy slit!”

  And, perhaps not so strangely, given the social mores of the day... not a bystander batted an eye as all this took place. The supposed whore was fleeing two johns on a busy afternoon. The usual behavior for this victorian town of ill-repute.

  But, Willow knew time was of the essence. She certainly didn't want to spend any alone with those two hooligans, especially not alone in an alleyway! And so the girl sprinted until the next street, where she abruptly took the corner and reached out for the nearest door in sight...

  ***

  Willow Woods took hold of the large metal knocker (just as her own pert knockers came to a rest, heaving up and down with each of her deep breaths). It swung open after a great deal of effort and strain – one of those big, heavy wooden things that tavern proprietors are so fond of using.

  The untouched lass was immediately greeted by the sound of raucous laughter and obnoxious plumes of smoke. But, she didn't much care what kind of establishment she had stumbled into – so long as it kept her safe! And with that thought in mind, she quickly shut the door behind her and ventured forward...

  Whereupon the wide-eyed, panting girl took sight of a rather scandalous spectacle. It appeared to be a brothel or bar of some sort. Maybe a mixture or combination of the two. For there were many jolly men seated throughout the room – on stools or couches or chairs of countless varieties. And for each man, whether he be fat and ugly or lean and decently attractive, was accompanied by a woman of questionable moral standing. Those gussied up hussy sorts. Tight dresses with even tighter corsets causing their breasts to smoosh together, in a moderately enticing fashion as it were. Something the likes of which Willow Woods had never witnessed herself!

  Why, the girl was almost entirely ignorant of these sorts of places. They were foreign and mysterious to the lady. The kind of offering that her downtrodden mother would have participated in, no doubt. Yet, again, none of that mattered one smidgen to the winded lass. She was simply happy to be rid of the idiotic boys from the street. Though, the shame and shock of being publicly declared a whore by Mrs. Landebaum left a foul, bewildered taste in her mouth. But, of course, being found in a place like this certainly might lend credence to the accusation. And so, the girl tucked her chin down low in an attempt to conceal her face from the many wandering eyes of lusty denizens. Particularly from one portly fellow seated by himself on the far corner of the room. The inebriation clearly written upon his face and the debauchery evinced by the small bulge in the crotch of his pants. Willow wasn't sure, and she wasn't going to look a second time to confirm her suspicion, but it seemed as though the man had beckoned her over with a nod from his head and wagging of his finger.

  This, however, was nothing the fair-skinned and comely faced Willow Woods wanted any part of. She merely averted her gaze, trudging forward through the nearest doorway and into the next room – where she spotted a tavern bar setting of sorts. One with a counter top in the front for customers to sit at and a few tables in the rear. Supposedly for playing cards or propositioning gentlemen.

  Nervous Willow paused for a moment, glancing about the room. There were a few entrance ways to the rear. Those with long hallways leading off to the depths of some libidinous frenzy... or so she imagined. This wasn't the kind of establishment the young lass ever fancied herself being in, and as such, hadn't a clue what to do! No idea where a lady should sit... or stand. The women scattered about seemed to be ones of ill-repute, and not the type one would look to for proper conduct. The girl spun round and round, not wanting to look directly at any one person or any one thing. But suddenly...

  “Can I help ya, miss!” The man, leaning behind the bar with an apron wrapped round his protruding gut called out.

  “Who?!” Willow gasped, shocked by the sudden inquiry. Although in a moment, she did realize that it was only a natural thing to ask about. A friendly owner and all of that nonsense...

  “Why, you of course!” The fellow chuckled. “What brings a pretty la
ss like yourself to this kind of place?”

  “Oh...” She blushed, unsure how to respond. “I—I—I'm not sure... do I... should...” Willow blathered on and on, muttering beneath her breath.

  “Speak up, pretty lass!” The bar man shouted. “Can't hear a damn word out of your pretty mouth!”

  And the man's vociferous shouts were beginning to attract the attention of several other upstanding citizens perched on some nearby stools. It was as if he were ringing the dinner bell, signaling countless starving, greedy hound-dogs to the porch.

  Willow found herself, once more, being stared at by a perverted lot of men with too much time on their hands and not enough coin in their pockets.

  “Yes, miss...” One of them nodded, looking her dainty figure over with a critical eye. “What does bring ya here? Lost are ya?”