Part Four
"Happy hump day bitch!" Jesse said, forcing his cock into my swollen sphincter with only a little spit for lube. It took a few strokes before his cock churned up some baby batter from the night before for lube. His overly sensitive teenage cock exploded in a few minutes.
Collin came in as I finished up the breakfast dishes. From the coating of dirt floating on his body hair he must have started work early. "Oh good, you two bitches are up. Get dressed and help me over in that midnight move out, it's a fucking mess." He looked at me, "And I got you a little outfit to wear in the bathroom."
In the bathroom was a pair of cheap red flip flops and a women's pink thong. I came out to a chorus of laughter from the two of them. "I can't wear this in public."
Collin opened the door, "You're covered up according to California state law. Fuck, you can barely tell you got a dick at all. Let's go."
Walking behind my coworkers, I was half embarrassed because of my ass hanging out and half embarrassed Collin was right about my dick. With my tight little balls compressed by the thong, I looked like I had a fat pussy.
We spent the day clearing and cleaning the remnants of a tenant who moved out in the middle of the night, taking only what they could fit into their car. From the looks of the few clothes and flowery decorations, it had been a woman with questionable taste.
Jesse's voice rang out from the bathroom, "Hey, look what I found!" He appeared in the hall holding a ten inch hot pink dildo with a set of massive tight balls at the base.
We all laughed until Collin said, "I got the perfect place to store that." He threw me over his shoulder, pulled the thong to one side, and Jesse slid it into me until the balls rested against my taint.
Jesse placed the thong strap over the dildo and gave me a spank, pulsing the toy in my hole. "Perfect fit."
Collin laughed as he put me down on the floor again. He continued to laugh at the look of violation remaining on my face. "Get back to work. Sit here with your mouth gaping open and somebody's liable to put a cock in it."
I spent the rest of the day cleaning the kitchen until it sparkled and could be called 'move-in ready.'
When the apartment was ready for new carpet and paint we headed back to Collin’s. He noticed the angst on my face as I passed him in the doorway. "What's wrong, that big dildo getting uncomfortable?"
"Yes sir."
He pointed to the front of the thong, wet with my precum. "Doesn't look like you mind it much. But tell you what, I'll call Rick and see if there isn't something better."
A few hours later, I was in the bedroom, finishing making the bed, and I heard Collin let Rick in. He had on an old bowling shirt and a pair of jeans and held a red duffel bag in one hand.
Collin called for me and I was placed with my knees on two chairs that they pulled apart until my dildo filled hole was fully exposed.
"Yeah, that's too much material for him to be walking around with." He dug in his bag and pulled out a shiny black rubber instrument that was narrow, then wide, then narrow again with a flared base. "Think this will fit in your boy?"
"After all the dick this whore has taken lately. Should slip right in."
Rick slid the thong over, pulled out the hot pink dildo, and pushed in the plug. At first, it stretched me, but once I was past the middle my ass sucked the rest of it in until the base sat tight against me. He snapped the thong back over the plug. "Fuck, that ass has taken a beating these last few days." He felt the cage he'd installed and my precum dripping from it. "Looks like he's getting used to cumming from his hole instead of his dick."
Jesse rubbed my head. "Just like a real girl."
"You know Collin, I was gonna wait til the end of the week, but you mind if I have another go today?"
"Fuck yeah! Have some fun with my little bro here."
"Practically a little sis at this point," Jesse said grabbing a soda from the fridge.
Collin patted my ass. "Go show Rick some appreciation for your new toy."
I followed Rick into the bedroom, where he was quick to take off his shoes and pants and lay back on the bed I'd just made. "Suck my dick while I play with that ass."
I climbed on top on my rotund friend and went to work on his cock while he played with the plug in my hole. He'd pull on it until the flared portion almost popped out of my hole and then he’d get just a little harder as he watched my ass pull it back in. Over and over he'd play this game until he unloaded in my mouth.
"Damn boy. When you leaving?"
"Bright and early Sunday morning. Gotta be at the airport at four."
"Fuck that's early. But don't you worry, I'll be back to get my plug back from you."
I started to remake the bed and he slapped my ass as he left the room.
After dinner, Collin threw an old Harley tank top and some tiny cut off denim shorts at me. "Here's your uniform tonight."
"Thanks. Thong on or off?"
"Off, no sense making more work for people."
"Where are we going?"
"The pickle park."
"The what?"
"You'll see. In the meantime, go get that ass ready and slip that plug back in when you're done."
"Yes sir."
That evening, the warm summer air moved all around us in Collin’s car as we headed to the outskirts of town. A warm invisible snake looped its way around my crotch through the big loose leg holes of the short shorts and then through the giant armholes of the tank top exposing my nipples and occasionally flicking the fabric against them giving me a cheap thrill. In the middle of all the nothingness making up central California and carved out of the corner of a huge alfalfa crop, stood an old truck stop. It had two fuel islands and a convenience store, above which were four or five motel rooms.
"Here we are," Collin said, shifting the car into park with a clunk I felt in my ass thanks to the butt plug firmly inserted in me.
"I don't see any pickles."
"Don't worry, you will soon enough. Let me go get the key from my friend Manny."
He came back and opened my door. "Stairs are around back." I got out in my ridiculous outfit, topped off with a pair of laced up leather boots, and followed Collin. He led me through the fuel island and around the back of the building to the stairs. Climbing the stairs the three rows of trucks idling in the gold and purple sunset suddenly came to life. Lights flashed and a few air horns pierced the rural humidity thick with the smells of diesel and alfalfa.
We got to the room at the very end of the walkway and Collin opened the door. Inside was a single king bed, ratty pressboard furniture covered with rings from sweaty drinks, and a single chair against the far wall facing the bed.
"Get those clothes off and get on your hands and knees on the bed." I slipped out of my white-trash ensemble and got on the bed as instructed. Collin patted my ass. "Fuck, you're gonna make a wad of cash tonight." And then he headed towards the door. "I'm gonna leave the deadbolt out so the door will stay open. Have fun little brother." Once the clanging of the deadbolt against the metal frame had subsided, I was left alone with my thoughts, most of which were just a longing for a cock in me.
It wouldn't be long before my longing was quelled, and a portly thirty-something man came through the door. He had on a CAT hat, a buttoned-down shirt tucked around his belly into a loose pair of jeans. He didn't say anything, just unzipped, yanked out my plug, pushed in a short and chubby cock and went to town. In a few minutes, his grunting became more strained until I felt him unload in me and replace the plug in my hole.
Mostly, the men throughout the evening would be similar to my first customer. I was there for them to have an alternative to masturbating. Occasionally one of them would put down an icy soda from the convenience store and their cold wedding ring would shock me a little.
Only two men stood out all evening. Which, out of twenty men, either makes the men incredibly average or me a whore, although I guess both could be true. The first man to make an impression was a skinny young black guy in his twenties who came into the room early on in the evening. He undressed completely and got into bed, positioning his long cock under my mouth. "Suck it. Get me hard. Your boy said you can take anything."
At first I was confused as to why he thought his dick was so exceptional, that was, until I had it in my mouth for five minutes. What started out as a totally manageable dick was now in league with the widest part of the plug inside me. He pressed my head down, making me gag and spit, which made him hard and bigger, which made me gag and spit more, and so on.
Once all the veins in his dick vibrated to the rhythm of his pulse he reached around and popped out my plug. "Ride my cock."
Nobody told me how hard it is to get a butt plug out of your own ass, the angles are all wrong. The guy became irritated by my inability to make my hole available. He pointed to a place at the side of the bed, “Get over here and bend over.”
I did and he yanked the plug out without any concern for hole. “Not get up on this dick!”
I positioned my ass over his cock and slipped my hole around it. I was surprised how easy it was to get in, but my surprise soon ended when I realized he seemed to have much more cock than I had hole.
"All the way bitch! Balls deep!" I struggled for a little until he grew tired of my whimpering and plunged his cock into a new part of my hole. "Here, I'll do it for you bitch." He grabbed my hips and pressed me all the way onto his cock until I felt his pubes brush against my tight little balls. He looked down at my cage and laughed. "What the fuck is that?" He flicked the metal pressing my dick inside of my body. "Fuck, you really is a girl. Work that load out of me."
He put his hands behind his head as I rode his long thick cock. It took a while for me to find a good rhythm that worked with the length of his cock and we were interrupted two times by men waiting to get in. Soon I found myself leaned back with my back arched and my hips bouncing up and down on him as hard as I could. The head of his massive cock rubbed on my insides until I felt my cum dribbling out of the little hole of my cage.
"Fuck yeah," he said scooping up my cum and pressing it into my mouth.
Collin opened the door and stuck his head in, "Come on, you been in there a half hour. Cum or get out."
The skinny man flipped me over and rammed his cock into me hard and quick, taking even longer strokes than I thought possible. Soon his cum was flowing in me, somewhere near my ribcage. When he'd finished, he got dressed, replaced the plug, and apologized to the mid-fifties man waiting just outside the door as he left.
The second memorable man appeared towards the end of the night. He was a white guy in his forties with long black hair, a long beard, hair everywhere, and a round solid body. His voice had been ravaged by cigarettes and his timbre vibrated the room. He walked in wearing a well-worn Harley shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black engineer boots. His rough hand slid over my smooth ass and down my inner thigh.
"Damn, that's a sweet ass. Let's see that hole." He pulled out the plug to reveal my gaping hole drooling with cum. At first, he inserted two fingers, then three, then four, and then I felt the unmistakable lumps of all five knuckles passing through my sphincter. His hand proved bigger than my plug and the motion made me gasp. Just like the plug, my ass squeezed his hand and sucked it in until I grasped his wrist.
"Nice! How far can I go?"
The whore in me took over and gagged the common sense response. "I was told to let the men fuck me how they want."
"Good boy."
His hand pivoted inside me back and forth as he moved his fist farther into me. As he explored my guts with his right hand, his left unzipped his jeans and let a thick eight inches plop out.
I couldn't help it, instinctually I let out an, "mmmmm."
His left hand guided my head to his growing cock while his right hand continued to move within me. I sucked his amazing cock and got more and more turned on by the musk created by the sweat in his crotch and the salty taste of his precum under his foreskin. He reached around and found one of my nipples and rubbed it between his rough fingertips. He felt my orgasm as I squeezed his forearm uncontrollably.
"Fuck yeah! Wish I could make my wife cum like that."
He withdrew his hand from me and placed me on my back. He grabbed both my nipples and used them as anchors to my body as he slipped his cock into me. The pleasure on his face from my loose hole was indescribable. Despite his best efforts, he came inside me in no time. Out of all the men he was the only one to say "thank you" as he left.
At the end of the night, Collin came in and told me to get dressed. Driving back home in the warm night air he bragged about how I'd made him a grand. I didn't pay attention to most of what he said on that drive home, all I could think about was that dark haired man's fist, deep inside me.
