I got all of Roxy’s clothes off of her and while I was pulling them off I was thinking, “Beat me while I’m sleeping, will you? Fuck over me while I’m unconscious? Well just lets see how you like it to be fucked over while you’re out.” I made three hundred and ninety dollars off Roxy that night and I taped the whole thing. She started waking up after the third guy, made a token effort to fight off the fourth one and then she was just a slut. She was moaning and fucking back, locking her legs around guys, digging her nails in their ass cheeks and yelling out things like, Oh God fuck me, fuck me hard” and the ever popular “Make me cum, make me cum.” I just smiled and kept the camera taping away. The guys finished with her about three in the morning and then they all went home leaving a thoroughly fucked Roxy lying on the bed.
I was in the kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice and having a bowl of cereal when Roxy came into the room. She gave me a nasty look, “I saw you taking pictures last night.”
“Yes indeed you did.”
“Why? What are you going to do with them?”
“Send a copy to Dave, leave a copy for mom and dad to find. Make copies for every frat house on campus. Make video captures of some of the best shots and build you your own web site so the world will have a chance to see you. Then there is grandma and grandpa, both sides of the family of course. Then there are aunts and uncles and so on. Plus I’m sure with some time to think on it I can come up with a whole lot of other people I can send a copy to.”
Roxy stared at me with a look of horror on her face. “My God, you can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“It would ruin me – it would ruin my marriage.”
“So what?”
“Sweet Jesus Donny, we are family. Just think of what it would do to mom and dad.”
“You should have thought about that “We are family” shit when you were beating on me with that lamp. I walked around with blurred vision for three days and that doesn’t even take into account what you did to me while I was lay unconscious on the floor.”
“You earned that Donny.”
“No I did not. I was asleep when you came into my room. You are the one who woke me up with a blow job. You’re the one who climbed on top of me and guided my cock into your cunt with your own hand. I know you were drunk and I know you thought I was Dave – at least that’s what you called me – but once you got me started there was no way I was going to stop. No man could have. You did it Roxy, not me, and then you had the gall to blame me and then fuck me up. Well, now it’s my turn to fuck you up and I’m going to do a damn good job of it.”
“Don’t do this to me Donny, please don’t do this.”
“Fuck you Roxy. I want payback for the pain you caused me and I fully intend to get it.”
“Donny, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t show that tape to anyone.”
“Anything I want? Anything at all?”
“Within reason.”
“Oh no Roxy, no limitations – anything I want and no ‘I can’t do that’s’. Anything at all and the first time you say you say no the pictures go public. Understand?”
She gave me a hard look and was silent for a few moments and then she said, “What do you want?”
“I don’t know yet Roxy. It is going to be something mean and rotten, but I don’t know yet what it will be. Doesn’t matter though. If I tell you to go out to a farm and fuck a goat you had better do it. I hope that I’m very clear on this Roxy – no matter what I tell you to do you do it with no back talk or I follow through on the pictures. You understand me?”
Roxy gave me a look of pure hatred, but she said yes.
I spent the rest of the day, when I wasn’t in class, thinking about something rotten that I could do to Roxy. Nothing that I came up with was bad enough to suit me. Late that after noon while I was driving home I saw Chuck standing at a bus stop and I stopped and picked him up. As I pulled away from the curb he said, “How was your morning? Roxy a little upset with us?”
“You could say that.”
“Too bad. I’d like to do her again sometime when she’s not drunk.”
“You would?”
“Sure. Even drunk she was a better piece of ass than my last girlfriend was when she was sober.”
“Maybe I should go into business and sell her ass.”
“Let me know if you do.”
“Think the other guys might like another shot at her?”
“Oh yeah. That’s all they talked about when we left.”
“I’ll have to get more for her if she’s sober that I charged last time.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know man, I’m new at this. I think she would be worth a hundred for the first two or three, but after that she will be a little sloppy and probably should go for less. What do you think?”
“Why not figure out and average? You know, hundred for the first three, eighty-five for the next three, seventy-five for the next three and sixty for anyone after that. Say you hold the number at a set count – ten maybe – that would be nine hundred and you divide that by ten which would be ninety bucks a man.”
“Think the guys would go for it?”
“I would.”
“See how many are interested and we will plan on this coming Friday. My dad and mom will both be gone for the weekend.”
“You serious? You really think you can get Roxy to do it sober?”
“Oh yes. Not a doubt in my mind.”
When I got home dad had left for a trip and mom was out shopping. Roxy was in her room and I told her to meet me in the kitchen in five minutes and then I went and put on the stuff I wore when I made my nightly run. Roxy was sitting at the table when I came into the room and I went right to it.
“What I’ve decided is that you are going to be my whore for a month. For the next four Friday’s I’m going to pimp your ass to my buddies. This Friday I want you dressed in high-heels, nylons and a garter belt when they get here. Any questions?”
“You can’t be serious!”
“What did I say about back talk and I can’t do that’s? You be ready when they get here at seven on Friday or on Saturday the world gets to see Roxy.”
I got up from the table and headed out for my run. I didn’t say a word to Roxy for the rest of the week and she avoided me as much as she could. I wondered what Friday would bring.
Friday when I got home from class Roxy wasn’t there. I did my five mile run and Roxy still wasn’t there when I got home and headed for the shower. I came out of my room at a quarter to seven and Roxy opened the door to her room and said, “Okay, now what?” She was just as I told her to be, nothing but high-heels, nylons and a garter belt. “Up to you. You can lie on your bed and wait for them to come up or you can come down, have a beer or two and socialize and ease into it.”
“Fuck socializing. Let’s just get it over with.”
“Your choice” and I headed downstairs to answer the door.
Eight guys had a very good time with Roxy that night and I put seven hundred and twenty bucks in my pocket. The guys kept Roxy busy until four in the morning and while they were there they did everything to Roxy that eight guys could do to a girl. They used all three of her holes and several times they used all three at once or so I was told – I didn’t watch. But I heard. It was hard not to. It didn’t matter where I went in the house I could hear Roxy screaming and moaning in pleasure. When all the guys were gone I looked in her room and saw that she was asleep.
Saturday I left for a weekend fishing trip and I didn’t see Roxy until Monday night. She ignored me until I said, “Mom and dad are going to be home this weekend so we will have to use a motel. Be ready when I get home for class.”
She gave me a dirty look and the finger and then stomped off to her room, but she was ready for me when I got home Friday. On the drive to the motel nothing was said until we got in the room and I gave her a piece of paper.
“What’s this?”
“My cell phone number. Call me when you’re done and I’ll come and pick you up.”
“You’re not staying?”
“No.”
“You have to stay. I want you in the room with me.”
“Why? I wasn’t in the room with you last time.”
“But you were in the house where you could have heard me yell.”
“Yell for what?”
“What if one of those assholes gets drunk and stupid and wants to see how far up me he can stick the leg of a chair or something like that? You’re my pimp, pimps see to the safety of their girls – you have to be there.”
I thought her fears were groundless, but if something bad did happen I could find myself in some deep shit so I stayed. There were eight guys again, but this time I had to pay for the motel room so I only pocketed six eighty.
I didn’t count how many times a cock entered Roxy, but I do know that every one of the eight guys got off in her at least three times and I don’t care what Roxy wanted me to think, she loved it. She begged, pleaded, moaned and screamed in pleasure as she had orgasm after orgasm. The boys kept her busy until five in the morning. Chuck and I were sipping a beer while Roxy showered and he said, ” A couple of the guys are bitching at having to pay ninety bucks for a sloppy pussy.”
“Tough shit. Remind them that a prostitute walking Colfax gets fifty for a trick. That’s one time – twenty minutes for a straight fuck – and then she’s out the door and looking for her next trick. For eighty bucks they get access to three holes and they get to get off as many times as they want. If that ain’t good enough for them tell them to hit Colfax.”
The first five minutes of the ride home were quiet and then Roxy said, “What next?”
“Same thing next two weeks. At home if mom and dad are gone, or a motel if they stay home.”
A couple of minutes of silence and then, “You didn’t join in. Not last time or this time.”
“You’re my sister.”
“That didn’t stop you before.”
“I keep telling you Roxanna, that time was your doing. All I did was respond to what you started. Did I like it? Hell yes I did, but I didn’t start it, you did. All I did was go along once you got me hard and hot.