The Attire in Question

The Attire in Question

Hey, Dan, it's time to step away from those games. There's so much more to life out there! Denise grumbled, even though she didn't like admitting it.

Dan sighed and glanced up, "I'm already Level 23. You're old enough to go to the mall by yourself."

Denise shook her head, "I need a ride and some new clothes for your sister's wedding. Plus, you promised!"

Sighing once more, Dan relented, "Fine. I'll grab my wallet and keys. Let's just get this over with."

Denise beamed and gave her boyfriend a quick hug. "I appreciate your enthusiasm!" She had a specific dress in mind, but she wanted Dan to think it was his decision. Plus, she needed to shut her sister-in-law's mouth. Sheer, backless, satin red dress, with a deep V-neckline - it would show off her large nipples unless she used some sort of adhesive to prevent slipping. Her plan was to shock Laurie. Whether or not the family would see more than they bargained for was up in the air. "I love you so much, and I'll reward you for this."

Dan sighed, but he'd put his gaming aside for one reason.

The couple entered the mall through the north entrance, and just across from their intended destination was a video gaming arcade. Denise was dragging her boyfriend towards the department store where the dress lay.

Dan's eyes were bored and drowsy until he chanced upon the arcade. "I'll wait here," he said, "You can go try on the dress; need to buy shoes and accessories, right?"

Denise nodded and ran off, leaving Dan to wander in boredom.

Dan's mind began to wander, thinking about the last nature show he'd seen where a coyote had to chew its leg off. This shopping was nothing but an inconvenience prompted by the sister's attitude. But when he turned his attention back to Denise, his heart beat a little faster. He could see her enormous breasts, and it reminded him how much she loved her ice-blue dress. He could feel himself getting aroused.

Before too long, Denise returned with several dresses hanging from a rack. Dan heard her decline the red satin dress, saying it was too risky. "I'll head over to the other store to try on the ice-blue one. You can catch up later," she told him.

Denise noticed the salesman wasn't doing anything, so she approached. "Excuse me, sir. I'm wondering if you have that red dress on the mannequin in my size." She winked conspiratorially at her boyfriend, who sat nearby, trying his best not to look too eager.

The salesman gestured her over when he saw she was alone.

Denise made a show of searching the racks, overlooking the dress right in front of her. When she finally recognized it, she made sure to kiss Dan on the mouth and whisper, "I'm so glad you came along," before he could show too much excitement at the sight of such a suggestive dress. He was trying hard to suppress his excitement, gazing at the dress' long, flowing fabric and the hint of Denise's lush figure underneath. He sneaked a glance at the mannequin, noticing its pronounced nipples. How would the dress fit her? There's no way she could wear a bra with it. He could feel his erection growing.

"I think this is the one!" she cried, excitedly pulling the red dress off the mannequin. "Do you mind helping me get changed?"

Dan tried to control his excitement and prevented her from seeing his hard-on. "Sure thing!" he smiled and followed her into the change room, praying his erection would subside.

"What size should I wear?" he questioned.

"Typically, I wear a 4, but you know how their dresses can vary," she replied, "I'll give it a shot," she added.

The guy nodded, "Go for the 6. Unless you want to make a spectacle, you want the 6," he suggested.

Denise nodded. She'd matured significantly within the past three years. She'd transitioned from being a slender teenager to a curvy young adult. She'd gone from wearing teen wear sizes to women's sizes in a flash. Her uncle used to tease her by calling her Twiggy until last year. He was at a loss for words and even smiled when he'd said it. She wasn't quite sure what being a Twiggy meant, assuming it meant skinny or reed-like.

The man emerged from the back wearing a red dress, "Here you go. In case this doesn't work, we have a size 4 on display, but you can see that the mannequin is endowed rather lightly."

Denise blushed as the man emphasized the disparity between her endowments and the mannequin's.

"Would you care to try on any others?" he inquired. "Or just this one?"

Denise shook her head, "I'll try this one out first," she said, beaming. "I had to have it as soon as I saw it," she continued, following the man down the hallway. He unlocked the first dressing room and hung the dress on the hook inside.

"Take your time. You'll find full-length mirrors at both ends," he grinned at her before departing.

'Guess Dan's not accompanying me today,' she sighed. She'd been delicate in the previous dressing rooms, having Dan with her. Now she could assess her own body without the distraction of having to maintain underwear.

As she'd been unable to do a personal appraisal when Dan was present, she hadn't been able to fully see the improvements in her body. As she inspected her figure in the mirror, she noticed she had a slender waist and thankfully wasn't concerned with her weight. She observed her ample hips, though she envied her friends in their petite frames that left their butts firm and perky. She sighed and looked at her butt, appreciating its fullness; noticing many people seemed to enjoy it.

She collected the dress from the hanger and stepped into it. She could tell it'd be a snug fit over her breasts, deciding she'd need to secure the top to avoid exposing herself. She moved about, noticing her nipples peeking through the material. She laughed, imagining her nipples like twin moons. 'I must be wonderful,' she thought, 'Let that taunting Laurie have her say, it may be true but men and women seem to enjoy having a body they'd like to hop between the sheets for,' she decided.

With her thong exposed, she removed it and tossed it on the pile of her clothes. A gap in the fabric of the dress revealed her butt, and she felt her chest swell. "Guess I oughtta embrace my butt as it's admired by both genders," she smiled. But quickly opening the door, she realized her bra strap was still exposed. She hurried to correct the blunder, flashing sight of her breasts as she removed her bra.

Brad Baxter waited in the evening-wear department, eager to catch a glimpse of the girl nicknamed 'The Cure...as in 'the cure for ED.'" He stifled a gasp as she emerged from the dressing room, her boyfriend clapping his hands in delight.

Dan had forgotten all about the ice-blue dress in favor of admiring Denise. The strapless frock, meant to enhance a woman's sexiness, appeared to seduce the man into trying to tear it off her. "That's the one!" he smiled, "Let me see the back," he requested, snapping multiple shots with his camera phone. "You look outstanding!" he declared.

Holding her poses, Denise showed off her backside, "You think so?" she queried. "I had to have it the moment I laid eyes on it," she quipped, striking a provocative pose.

Denise nodded her head but slipped her phone into her pocket as the salesman approached.

The older man examined the girl, "I think this is the perfect size for you," he commented, "You could even consider going up a size to avoid revealing too much cleavage," he said in a professional tone.

Denise almost pulled her hand away as the older man squeezed the front of the dress above her breasts and gently raised it. He then turned her around to smoothen out the material on her sides and backside.

"This looks great on you. You'll need a special glue to secure the dress, but we carry a sticky spray. You'll feel completely confident on the dance floor...I'm assuming this is for a prom?" he asked.

Denise laughed, "No, it's for a wedding. How old do you think I am?" she inquired.

Brad shook his head, "Sorry, just curious. Around 16? 17? 18? Nothing older than that," he said internally praying that she was at least 18...ideally, just turning 18.

Denise laughed, "Turned 19 last week. I should be used to this by now. I was once directed to the department for children's clothing," she joked.

Brad giggled, "Sorry, couldn't imagine. A few sales just like this but they never looked as good on them as they do on you," he said. "Excuse my candor, but if you buy this dress, you might soon have to shop in the maternity section."

Dan was astonished as he listened but shifted his body slightly to conceal his bulge. He had the same thoughts but was surprised to hear the salesman verbalize them. Perhaps this old man wasn't as lame as he initially thought.

As Dan's eyes shifted, Denise turned towards the salesman and, after gaining Dan's approval, smiled, "I'll buy it. Dan, you go enjoy yourself at the video arcade. I'll need to buy shoes and other things. I'll be back to get you," she proclaimed and disappeared into the dressing room.

She returned to the small area, quickly taking off the dress. She was about to slip on her clothes again when she noticed the price tag. Her head began to feel dizzy as she beheld the staggering cost. $1,399.00. She estimated how much more that would be with tax. "Shit! That's an additional $112," she sighed mentally. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She remembered the tag on the mannequin from the previous week and it had been listed for $399.00. What had happened here? They had increased the price by $1,000?

Brad was concerned and tapped the door of the dressing room, "Are you okay in there? I can fetch a female department employee if you require assistance."

Denise shook her head and stood up, "I'm fine...just taking another look at the dress," she answered. She carefully hung the dress back on the hanger and put her clothes back on.

Brad was outside organizing the dresses when he heard the girl reemerge, "Can I assist you in picking out shoes to go with the dress?" he asked.

Denise shook her head, "Unfortunately, I...I saw a different price tag before...I can't afford it at this price," she murmured, seeing the tag on the mannequin. She handed the dress to the man with a look of sorrow in her eyes. "Apologies for wasting your time," she sighed.

"This is a Marco Bercelli. We have some cheaper alternatives over here," Brad recommended. "I understand but this is the kind of dress you'll want to wear elsewhere, unlike the $300 dresses," he remarked.

Denise shook her head, "I'm a college student. It'd take quite a long time for me to pay that off with a layaway plan, and my minimum wage job prevents me from affording it immediately. I need to save up for college. The wedding's in two weeks."

Brad shook his head sympathetically, "That's unfortunate. What if there was a way for you to earn the money faster?" He mused. "I know someone who's a videographer. I could call him to see if he needs a model," he suggested swiftly.

Denise shook her head vehemently, "You mean a pornographer?" She asked, stopping short of completing the phrase. She then smiled, "I'm not that sort of girl..."

Brad chuckled, "On the internet. This is a myth. I bet half the girls you went to high school with or are in college with already have pictures or videos out there. That's what makes it safe. No one would ever find them unless they used their real names. You could use a stage name." He gazed at the girl, his eyes roaming her body, "And 90% of those girls don't have what you have. You could earn $500 for a single hour. Imagine it - three hours of enjoyment, sex, something we all engage in. And you'd have your dress." He grinned.

Denise thought it over. She had always been curious about making a sex tape, but never wanted anyone she knew to see it. With a stranger doing the deed, it seemed more acceptable. "So you're serious? I could get this dress in just three hours of, well, being intimate?" She stammered, flushed.

Brad approached and examined her body as if preparing her for a porn video. He stepped back, nodding, "Definitely. Oral sex, sexual intercourse, and anything else you likely do for free now. You'd be doing it with attractive guys. Guys you'd choose to have sex with. Most women who do this don't do anything different from what they do in their private life. They get paid well and experience more pleasure than they ever had. I can call my friend now if you like. I'll send him your pictures and check his schedule. He's usually busy but sometimes girls back out at the last minute, creating unexpected openings." He shook his head, "It happens frequently, but I understand."

Denise felt her pussy pulsating. She'd have to change her underwear when she got home. For some reason, she found herself examining the bulge in the man's trousers before meeting his gaze and nodding, "Okay. I'm up for it. I just hope he finds me attractive." She questioned, 'Where's the voice telling me to stop?' She pondered. All she felt was excitement and anticipation. This offer would enable her to acquire the dress and shut up the bitch once and for all.

Brad smiled and slapped Denise on the shoulder, "Come with me." He glanced over at a woman, "Silvie? Can you manage for 15 minutes? I need to show my client some options," he enquired.

He guided the blonde through an 'Employees Only' door. He walked past the shelves reserved for backstock, past the break room, and into a locker room. "We often take breaks for either a run or biking, and need to shower," he explained. "Put your clothes on the bench and stand by them," he instructed. "No need to be shy; I have to return to the floor."

Denise hesitated, but then stripped off her garments for the eleventh time that day. "What if you're lying to me?" She enquired, her voice slightly strained. She discarded her bra on the bench and removed her thong, ensuring it didn't reveal her moist, swollen labia. "I'm not some slut you're exploiting for your financial gain," she attempted to sound authoritative. Instead, her voice sounded husky, like she was aroused.

Brad chuckled, "Interesting proposition. But rest assured. This is legit. Wow! Forget the $500. I'll tell him you won't do a shoot for less than $750 an hour. There...great. Put your foot on the bench and look at the camera. Very nice...Are you wet?" He inquired.

Denise blushed but also felt aroused. She nodded her head, and then fondled her damp, engorged pussy lips. She let out a moan before suppressing it.

"Well, just for fun." He said with a grin. "Get your finger nice and wet... that's it. Now suck on your finger." His words were tempting and she wanted to trust him. The truth was, Brice was working for Brad, and these photos were unnecessary. If the girl asked for a thousand dollars, he would have agreed.

"Alright, turn around and place your hands flat on the counter. Widen your feet a little more. Perfect." He placed the phone down and nodded at the girl. "Get dressed while I send these to my friend. I'll update you on what he says." He began to leave, "Do you know how to get out of here?" he asked with a smile, taking in her stunning physique once more. He was already contemplating how much he could make through distribution with this new girl. "Before I send them off, do you have an ID showing your age?" he inquired.

Denise was about to put on her clothes, but stopped and reached for her wallet. He shook his head.

"Hold it right above your vagina, there..." He said with a grin as he kneeled and took a close-up of both her identification and her swollen lips. This girl would bring him some serious money....he hoped she'd want more than a couple grand. She could be their ticket to success in the adult entertainment industry.

Brad grinned, "It's your birthday." He handed her the card back. He sent off the photos, including the one with her ID, to his email. "Give me your phone." He smiled seeing that she too had an iPhone. He quickly got her contact information and shared his own. "I'll see you outside." He nodded at her, "Let's hope I hear back from Brice by then."

Denise dressed quickly and hesitantly exited the locker room. She felt much more exposed than earlier in the dressing rooms. She prayed no one would come in. She pulled on her clothes and made her way back to the door. She hesitated, but then opened it, just as though she'd done this dozens of times before.

Brad was at the checkout counter ringing up a sale. She went over to a bench and waited. After the customer left, he smiled and gave a thumbs-up.

"What's your schedule looking like right now?" he asked, "Brice's studio is a few miles away and has a couple hours open."

'Wow! This is actually happening,' she thought. 'I figured I'd have more time to consider...to back out,' she thought. "I'm here with my boyfriend and he drove," she said. "I'd prefer if he didn't know."

Brad nodded and pulled out his keys. "Here, take mine. It's a black BMW parked at the end of row J17. I'll send the directions to my GPS. While you're gone, I'll tell your boyfriend you're taking a while trying on shoes and stuff. If he's like my brother, you could be gone all night."

She took the keys and left.

Dan was fully immersed in his favorite strategy game when someone else joined him. They started playing together and were going through the levels when the salesman approached. He paused the game and turned to look at the newcomer.

"Your girlfriend said she'd be a while trying on shoes and stuff," Brad said with a smile. "Don't get up. Here's a picture of her." The other boy whistled softly. Brad chuckled to himself, knowing his pictures were much more; "You are one lucky son of a bitch," he said with a grin.

Dan smiled in agreement, "Thank you. I know." He dismissed the salesman and allowed the new player a look at his girlfriend's picture.

Denise pulled into the parking lot of a photography studio. She feared it would be in a seedy motel, but was relieved to see it was in a nice shopping center. There were all sorts of glamor, family, student, and pet photos in the window. She locked the car and went in.

"Denise Smith?" a middle-aged woman stood as she entered. "Brice is so excited to meet you. By the way, you are absolutely gorgeous!" the woman smiled and extended a clipboard. "Just sign here - standard release papers and the like. Don't worry about reading it, I'll email you a copy later."

Denise nodded and signed on the dotted line.

Denise started to have second thoughts. Could she really go through with this? Would the videos ever be seen by someone she knew? She had no memory of signing forms or walking down halls. Then she realized where she was - a hotel room with uplighting and a video camera on a tripod. A tall, fit man was entering, his hand outstretched.

"Denise?" he said as he shook her hand. "Brad is really high on you, so I cancelled the model scheduled. I wanted to see you in person." He'd seen her photos and told the girl to return the next day. This couldn't wait. He stepped back, surveying the blonde. "Wow. Have a seat on the bed. Let's talk. I'd like to get to know you better before we start. Is it okay if we record this?" he asked as he touched the camera. "Did you come up with a name?"

"Name? Whose name?" asked Denise, looking puzzled.

"Alias...stage name. I don't think Denise Smith is a good idea for anyone to search for," smiled Brice. "On the other hand, that's a pretty common name."

"Bea," Denise replied quickly. "My favorite great aunt was Aunt Bea, Beatrice," she smiled.

"Last name? You could come up with some good juxtaposition names with Bea," suggested Brice.

"Pollen. How about Bea Pollen?" she offered. "Oops. That was just a silly joke. I can think of something else."

Brice laughed. "I love it. It sounds like getting fertilized. Okay, Bea, let's get going." He considered how much fun it would be to fertilize this blonde.

Denise nodded and climbed onto the bed, pondering whether to sit on the edge or against the headboard. Then she thought about how she'd seen a naked body under a guy with a large cock and how she didn't believe such men were as big as they appeared. She considered the money, "Um, I have to ask. What's expected of me and...um, you know, how much do I get paid?"

"Good to get that out of the way," nodded Brice. "We'll do as much as you're comfortable with. Let's say sucking and fucking - $750. Anal is $200 more as is swallowing. So, if you do around-the-world, you could make $1,200."

Denise shuddered. Although she was open-minded about sex, sucking a cock immediately after it had been in her ass wasn't going to happen. She knew the term 'around-the-world' and it made her stomach turn.

Brice wanted Denise naked but took his time as he asked her questions. He never asked her name but wanted to know when she'd lost her virginity, if she had a boyfriend, and how serious their relationship was. She nodded and smiled, so he asked, "Does he know you're here?"

Denise shook her head. "No way. He's incredibly jealous, and his head would explode."

"Then let's not tell him," suggested Brice, chuckling at the thought of cleaning up "brain splatter." "What's your sexual preference? Do you like girls? Have you gone down on one of your friends?"

Denise blushed when she thought about her roommate's not-so-subtle hints. "Not yet," she admitted, "but I've had, um, offers."

Brice chuckled again. "Nice. An open mind. Sex should be fun, and an experience to savor. Maybe we'll find out if this is an experience you'll enjoy." He noted her hardening nipples and the flush on her face, "A few more questions, then I'd like to see you." As if he wanted her to stand up and pose for him. "Anal? Have you tried that?"

Denise shook her head. "Uh, not yet."

"That's good to hear. Open-minded. Do you like giving blowjobs? Do you let your boyfriend cum in your mouth? Spit? Swallow?"

Denise shook her head, "Um, I do like sucking cock, but I've never had a guy cum in my mouth, but...well, never say never," she smiled. "$200 sounds like a good incentive."

"What do you masturbate to? How often?"

Denise nodded, "Every day. I like to wake up and rub one out."

"Fantasies while you do? What sets you off?"

Denise blushed again. "Gangbangs, huge cocks, black guys...especially well-muscled black guys."

"Black guys because you think they have huge cocks?"

Denise glanced up, shaking her head. "I like black guys because they are confident, especially sexually," she whispered, "and they want to take control...you know?" She chuckled, adding, "They allegedly have big dicks." She imagined a muscular black man tossing her naked body around at his mercy.

"Let's ensure you get to experience this firsthand, alright? You'll fit in just fine. Come here," he gestured towards the spot in front of the bed, "and start taking off your clothes slowly."

Denise slid off the bed and made her way towards him. She contemplated her next move. Her top, tights, or shoes? Deciding on starting from top to bottom, Denise removed her top, showcasing her lingerie-covered breasts. She reached behind, releasing the clasp of her bra, letting it slip off her arms and onto the floor.

Brice's bulge in his pants was undeniable. Even after seeing the photos Brad had sent, Denise was more than impressive in person. When she was completely undressed, he had her lie on her stomach on the bed and press her chest down. After laying down on her back with her legs spread wide, he was staggered by her willingness to partake in this exchange without any hesitation. This girl was a natural adult film performer.

"Do you recall discussing STD testing?" he hesitated.

Denise shook her head, "No, he didn't, but I've only had sex with Dan in the last year." She declared, "And, I'm clean."

"Alright. Considering we can't trust verbal assurances, and you clearly enjoy this, we'll go with your word. You're free to play, but if you're interested in shooting for us again, you'll need to be tested at the clinic nearby." He contemplated holding off but couldn't deny himself the satisfaction.

Denise nodded. Why hadn't she thought of it? She had been playing with her wet pussy as well, without considering the implications.

"Awesome, keep going," Brice instructed, "Can you have an orgasm for me?" he questioned.

Denise shrugged, but increased her rubbing, "I haven't attempted this before with others, but I'll give it a shot," she jested.

"Man, hearing that she hadn't?" He was aroused. He loved watching women discover new sensations. He watched her fingers exploring her warmth as she rubbed her clitoris and twisted her nipple. He removed the camera from its stand and adjusted himself to get up close, capturing images of her face, nipples, and now soggy pussy with his lens. When moving above her, she spread her legs even more and removed her fingers. She gazed into the lens as she sucked her wet fingers clean. He was aroused beyond belief and on the brink of cumming as she fondled herself, conscious of his gaze. Then she pulled apart her labia, exposing her glistening, swollen opening.

"Fuck!" he grunted, leaping off the bed. "Ready to suck my dick?"

Denise nodded and rolled over onto her stomach. She gripped his cock through his pants and marveled at the size, far larger than expected. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Yes, they were definitely larger than most guys. Her arenas filled with excitement as she realized he was significantly harder than previous partners, yet she waited for him to remove her blindfold. Unzipping his pants, it was a pleasant surprise - he was indeed larger than her recent partners. He was unnaturally hard! The sight of this rod had her body trembling in anticipation.

Brice observed her playing with his cock through his pants. He was pleased to discover this eagerness, having never been uncertain about enjoying his job. Watching her examine his penis, she explored its girth and length, considering the scale. The moment she took him into her mouth, she hummed ecstatically, her hand caressing his balls. Her moans grew louder as she slowly increased her intake. After granting her his attention, he observed her ass. She was turned on, flexing her ass muscles unintentionally while thrusting her hips into the mattress. He delighted in the knowledge that the recordings would provide a clear view of her anus and pussy.

Denise was getting close to climaxing when the man instructed her to take his penis into her mouth. She was lying face down, wanting to touch herself again, but also wanted to please a man who appeared to have been with numerous women. She spread her legs and felt the bed against her pussy as she moved her hips back and forth. She decided that the best course of action was just to be herself, so she sucked on a third of his shaft while rubbing his butt and testicles.

Brice had a strong urge to penetrate Denise and as he felt his balls starting to ache, he took a step back. "Do you use birth control?" he asked. "Should I use a condom?"

Denise shook her head, "No condom needed, and…do you charge extra for coming inside me?" she inquired, raising her head to look at him. She then rolled over, placing her legs on either side of him and questioning him.

Brice nodded, "$100 extra for coming inside me, $200 if you swallow my cum."

"I want you to come inside me. I'm not ready to swallow yet," she replied, rolling back onto her back. Her gaze was fixed on the large thick shaft as the man moved between her legs. 'Would this hurt? Will it feel as good as I've been told, that it will hurt so much?' She gripped his penis and guided the head up and down her wet vagina before sighing, "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy."

Brice considered the girl closely, trying to find any flaws, but as his penis entered her tight vagina, he closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied moan. He pulled out and then slid his penis back into her. He anticipated the girl's hands on his hips to hold him back, but instead, she was stroking his chest, her head back, mouth open in delight.

Denise pondered why she was being paid for this. This man's penis was hitting her in places she'd never been filled in before. She'd never been overly verbal with Dan or any of her past partners, but she heard herself moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me…oh fuck! It feels so good!"

Brice was pleased by the girl's raised voice, but he also started to worry about her vocabulary. He'd never heard anyone say 'fuck' so much in a single session. He thought of signing her to a contract and distributing her videos, it could bring in thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Her breasts were the ideal size - large enough to be appealing, yet still perky. As he continued to thrust into her vagina, her breasts swayed enticingly.

Denise felt enamored by the man's well-defined pecs and enjoyed the sensation of his chest being stroked as she was accustomed to having her own chest stroked by her partners. Then the man stopped and pulled out. He helped her onto her hands and knees. She loved this position; it felt great when he slid his penis back into her. Then she reconsidered only having two sessions so she could afford the dress and accessories. She could almost feel the camera focusing on her anus and swollen vagina, hoping it would be a beautiful sight. Would she be proud of her anus? Was she missing out on potentially pleasing her camera by pushing her fingers inside?

Brice adjusted the camera's position to focus on her breasts swaying seductively as he inserted his penis back into her vagina. He then moved the camera closer to her brown cheeks and anus, allowing for an excellent view of her vagina being stretched. This was a new position for her and feeling helpless, Denise experienced her first orgasm. She cried out and spread her legs as wide as possible.

Over the next hour, Denise discovered that she was multi-orgasmic. She originally planned on just letting the man do as he pleased, but then she felt that tingling rising and peaking as she rode him reverse cowgirl. Then as he grabbed her breasts, she felt that tingling building rapidly before reaching peak.

'This girl is so hot,' Brice thought as he laid on his side, his pelvis slapping against her ass. He'd been fucking her for more than an hour in every position he knew, and she had come at least six times. He felt like he couldn't take it anymore and grunted as he released his semen into her mouth.

Denise always thought swallowing cum would be disgusting but after having so many orgasms, she wanted to experience everything. She managed to take more than half his penis into her mouth and stroked his balls as she felt his cum coat the back of her throat.

Brice relaxed on the bed as the girl sat upright, her mouth open and her tongue catching most of his cum. She made a point to gaze at the camera before swallowing, then wiping her mouth. "Wow, I've had many encounters with virgins on video, but you are the best one so far," he smirked. "You must go back now, but can we arrange another session?" He questioned as he watched the girl get off the bed.

Denise felt a surge of pride, even though she suspected all the girls were the best ones around. She looked at the man and nodded when she saw his eagerness in his face. He genuinely wanted her back.

"That's amazing. Let's make your fantasy of a big black cock come true during our next session," he said. "Before you go, Lynn will give you a form. Take it to the clinic down the street for a blood test. We have this with all our performers...you know?" he paused. "Don't worry about the payment, as we will handle it. Oh, and one more thing: does Brad pay you directly?" he inquired.

Denise nodded, "It's for a dress and a few other items," she replied.

"Fantastic! You must've really impressed him," Brice grinned. "But no regrets?"

Denise laughed, "Nope. I shouldn't say this, but I feel like I should give you something for your trouble."

Denise returned to the store over two hours later and the salesman was still there, a massive smile plastered on his face.

"Oh my goodness! You outdid a man who hasn't been impressed since Obama was president. I hope he allows me to see the videos." He thought about teasing her, but he'd be the one negotiating with the top sites for the rights to broadcast it.

"Really?" she asked. "I figured he said that to every girl."

The salesman shook his head, "The guy is all business. Normally, the best response a girl receives is 'It was okay.' But Brice thinks you're going to become the hottest star they've ever had."

Denise shook her head, "I didn't know...I just wanted to...you know, cover the cost of the dress?"

The salesman took her by the shoulders, "It's paid off. You impressed him enough that you'll have the dress, the shoes, the clutch you liked, and..." He pulled out a slip of paper, "$250 for yourself."

"Incredible! I thought..." she trailed off. "All this for a few hours of sexy fun?"

The salesman smiled, "You have no idea the impact you've had on the world. Fans will request more, and you'll have ample opportunities to earn as much as you wish."

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In the coming days, Denise contemplated the experience and determined that she wanted more. She called Brice, who informed her that she could come by the next day. She was happy to find that two black men fucked her, surpassing her fantasies. Then there was the shocking orgasm when the guy with the fattest cock she'd ever seen fucked her ass while a cute redhead licked on her clit. She'd done it for the money, but the memories were what she treasured. By the time she attended Dan's sister's wedding, she'd participated in 8 sessions and made nearly $10,000.

Dan smiled at his lover as they arrived at the church. He held her shoulders and smiled. "I doubted the significance of a dress, but you've evolved into another person. You seem more confident and willing in bed," he remarked. Although he enjoyed her newfound eagerness, it drew him away from his computer games. He'd never mention this, but in time, she'd crave less sex, and he could devote more time to his games.

The ceremony, as usual, was boring, and the priest stared at Denise in the second pew. She thought maybe her dress was this revealing, but it had been carefully sprayed with a tacky layer, and her nipples weren't visible. Then, as everyone stood and applauded the freshly wedded couple as they left the church, she and her family followed.

Dan and Denise congratulated the couple, although Laura just glared and didn't even reach out to shake her hand. As they were leaving, the priest approached Denise and inquired, "If I may have a moment to speak with your girlfriend?" he asked Dan.

"I'll see you at the car," Dan replied. 'Why would the priest want to talk to Denise? Was her dress too revealing? Was the priest some sort of fashion monitor?' He shrugged and left for the parking lot.

"I simply wanted to tell you, I'm a massive fan...Bea Pollen," the priest whispered.

"What's this Bee Pollen?" Denise inquired. "I'm Denise Smith. So, who's Bee Pollen? Is he a beekeeper?" she questioned, appearing innocent.

The minister responded hastily, "Um, yes." He felt his face turning red. 'No way, the hottest new porn star is in the wedding party. The girl looks exactly like her, but there must be many girls who look the same.' He glanced at her ample cleavage, wondering if she had moles beneath the right breast. "He's...I saw a documentary on beekeeping. It was interesting," he added before returning to the church.

Denise was bewildered as she stepped into the parking lot. Both Brice and Brad informed her that she'd remain anonymous unless she divulged the information. Then, she wondered why a minister would be browsing pornography and which website he encountered her on.

"What did he want?" Dan inquired as Denise approached the car.

"Oh, you know. Has she found Jesus and all that? Just kidding. He said I had a nice voice and wondered if I'd like to join the choir. I said we're from out of town, but it was a nice compliment," she fibbed.

"You do have a nice voice. I was quite preoccupied with you during the hymns. I'm sure he was too," Dan commented. "You could make a living by performing," he stated, his gaze diverted to her ample cleavage. "Perform at America's Got Talent wearing that, and you'd definitely win," he grinned. "By the way, let's proceed to the reception."

Denise contemplated responding, but her thoughts were interrupted by the realization that it was time to focus on school. She told Brice that now that she had the dress and some spending money, it was time to resume her life. He wasn't thrilled with this news as he had a customer desiring a series with her, but she simply shook her head. "I'm afraid not. I need to return to my life."

Denise took a seat to the side during the toasts and dances. Then, she and Dan were summoned to the dance floor. Laura and her new husband welcomed them, with Dan introduced as the brother of the bride and his 'friend.' She contemplated hitting the woman, since she and Dan had been an item for over a year, yet she merely smiled. "What's your motivation for arranging this, I wonder." she thought to herself. Denise and Dan then twisted and turned all around the dance floor under the spotlights.

When the newlyweds retired, the guests emerged to engage in dancing. Following a few songs, an elderly man approached Denise and extended his hand. The entire remaining evening was spent with various men pulling or swapping Denise so that they could feel her body across the dance floor. Wealthy, middle-aged men, younger guys, and even a brash 28-year-old tried their luck. She experienced a wide range of hands - large, small, rough, soft, and wrinkled - examining her nearly-naked physique, paying particular attention to her prominent breasts. Each one left her wondering if her nipples would make an appearance beneath her outfits.

Dan watched from his chair, sipping his beer, as he observed multiple men fondling his girlfriend. His jealousy diminished knowing that she would spend the night in his bed, not theirs.

At long last, Denise was permitted to rejoin Dan. He gave her a champagne glass. "You must be weary," he remarked, "You seem to be quite popular."

Denise sipped the drink, "It's the dress. I may have made a mistake opting for this. Your sister appears keen on snatching my gown or murdering me."

Dan grinned, "She would indeed have to stand in line..." He watched his uncle saunter towards the group of men. "Your family must be loaded with amorous men...even your deeply religious father couldn't take his eyes off you."

Denise turned her gaze, "perhaps you could have intervened," she remarked, "you didn't take advantage like the other guys. I didn't want to create a ruckus. Your family...the guys are quite liberal with their hands." Then she considered, "Sorry if that irked you seeing men feel me up?" she questioned.

Dan shook his head, "I wasn't pleased, but I'm like you. No longing for causing a stir," he slurred. Alcohol was impacting him and he was struggling to keep his eyes meaningful. "I wished you'd removed their hands or showed anger."

Denise stepped back and stood, "You're something. You criticise but don't move. I'm going to hunt down the women's lavatory," she signed, "I'll make an attempt not to pair up with any of these men."

She walked away toward the exit and headed down the hall to the restrooms. She could feel the sightlines of the hotel guests on her body and felt unexpectedly uncovered. Being dressed up for the wedding party was one thing, surrounded by businessmen and families, it felt like she was being subjected to glances she could merely define as shifty looks. Did they think she was an escort? Or maybe what she genuinely was, an adult entertainment performer. She sighed and moved on ahead.

Moving back through the large hall, she noticed Dan's head on the dining table and his mother waking him. Next to her was Laura appearing displeased. She turned to avoid Dan's father, Uncle Riley, and what was the groom's father's name? Mr. Norris? Certainly not 'Chuck', that was out of the question. They were scrutinizing Uncle Riley's smartphone and granting smirks. It must be a sporting replay or something, she believed.

She shuddered and traveled towards the table once Laura and her mother had left. They all looked gone. She noticed most of the wedding guest list was also missing as well as the groomsmen. She jostled Dan until she detected a presence behind her. Mr. Roberts was regarding her rear and then her breasts as she turned back to face him. Behind him were Uncle Riley and Mr. Norris.

"Do you require assistance raising my son into your room?" he inquired, his gaze still roaming over her chest.

Denise considered saying no, but she had no clue how to hoist 185 pounds of lifeless man, let alone convey him to their room. "You can help. I assume he drank excessively," she said softly. Losing confidence, she perceived desires treated as glances, maturing to demanding looks. She desired to conceal her bosom however they'd been ogling her all evening.

Uncle Riley and Mr. Norris straightforwardly collected her boyfriend.

"To where?" one of them challenged.

"5th floor, follow me," she offered.

As they got to their room, they didn't position him on the mattress as Denise invited. They merely catalysed him into a chair.

"It ought to be on the bed. He can't sleep on a chair," she voiced. "And we need to get him disrobed."

Mr. Robertsild shake his head, "He'll simply be in the way." Denise started shivering as she noticed their conniving grins. Were they moving to assault her?

"I'll undress him," she uttered. "Thanks, but I'll manage alone." They didn't move except for Uncle Riley who switched on the TV.

"May I depart?" Denise inquired. "I do not want to watch..." She started.

"Oh, you do. This documenting is exceptionally educated and enlightening. It will clarify why we didn't want Dan on the bed," Mr. Roberts muttered as he scanned his cell for a clip. He turned back to the TV as the bedroom came into view and the blonde standing between an accompanying three black guys. "What's this?" she queried stonily, "Depart if you're going to exploit pornography." She slammed her back to the monitor, unwilling to glance in its direction. Her mother's folk laughter as well as the rustling of apparel resonated in the room.

Dan's father shuffled towards her and twisted her to face the screen, "We were only interested in Bea Pollen describing the situation, motivations, what was abroad in your mind...oh wait, a 10" length was near you," he chuckled.

Denise blinked, "that's not me. Not me," she stressed. "So very flattering...She appears as me but many do. 8 billion people on earth...4 billion women..."

The screen paused as Bea stripped. Uncle Riley and Mr. Norris uncorked their cell phones, preparing to record. Denise's knees weakened as she spotted a close-up of her right breast in progression.

Mr. Norris shuffled before the busty blond, cordial expression on his face. As he positioned his hand on her top, she fiercely spun away, "You're a pervert. Get away from me," she spat. She would have countered had they cooperated, but their smiles silenced any further words.

John Roberts grabbed the girl's arms, moving them to his side. He looked at his new brother-in-law and said, "Go ahead. She'll come around. Just tear it off - the material is as delicate as it gets."

His thick fingers wrapped around the top, the nails rubbing on her nipples. The dress! Mr. Norris was going to remove the dress...the dress that led to this entire situation. "Stop! Please. If you're going to take the dress off, at least don't damage it," she pleaded.

Fred Norris stepped back. "All right. Stand on the coffee table and take it off...leave the shoes on...I like a naked girl in heels."

She looked terrified towards Dan and shook her head, "Dan will wake up...he'll see. He's your son...you want to scar him for life?" she asked frantically.

John laughed, "He had what? Three, four beers? Then he downed what was basically grain alcohol. He'll be unconscious for hours."

"You're a bastard," Denise spat angrily. "That's why you said the margarita was strong and mine tasted normal." She shook her head, "If you had killed him, I hope it was worth it."

John glanced at his son and leered, "Then it's up to you to make it worth it, isn't it?" he said. "Let's see if you're the slut you portray in your videos."

This was never how Denise's night with Dan was supposed to end. She stepped over her partner's legs and climbed onto the solid wood table. The three men had their phones out, circling the oak table. She looked at their leering faces and exhaled. The thought of asking them not to film this was absurd. There would be countless videos online showing Bea Pollen naked. She slid the cheap fabric off her massive breasts before pushing it down to her waist.

"Hold on!" John ordered. "See these, guys?" he said. He stroked the underside of her right breast, his fingers trailing two tiny moles. "As I predicted. You're Bea Pollen. What kind of name is that? Like all the cool ones are taken?" He then pinched and twisted her nipples. When she cried out, he chuckled, "There you go, cry out like in that video where a massive cock is in your ass. We're planning to hear a lot more from you before morning. Onward. Let's see your sweet snatch."

Two weeks ago, Denise couldn't have imagined being in this situation. She'd never had a one-night stand or let a guy pursue her. Her relationships had been monogamous. Not only was she now undressing in front of three men, her partner was peacefully sleeping in a chair next to her. She could feel a familiar tingling as she rotated her body, aware of three cameras recording her nakedness.

John's finger traced the wet pussy, "Do we need rubber-protection? Sex buddies like you must've had uncountable unprotected sexual encounters."

Denise shook her head, "We get tested frequently to ensure we and all of our partners are clean. But it's your decision if you want to use a condom or not. I'm more worried about where your most recent partners' penises have been."

John chuckled, "It's been years since we've cheated on our marriages. You should feel special."

Riley took her hand, leading her to the center of the floor, and then pushed her shoulders down. She was aware that it was pointless to resist and decided to get it over with - before Dan woke up. She decided to start with Dan's father as he seemed to be the leader of the group. She saw that his erection was fully erect as she removed his pants.

He smirked at his new friends as the nude porn star began to rub his cock. John observed the porn star as she put John's penis in her mouth. Somehow it was intimidating to have a sexual star sucking his cock, knowing that his penis would never match hers.

Riley grabbed a pillow, setting it on the floor under Denise's knees so they wouldn't become raw. She looked up at the man and smiled. He then pulled his penis out and Denise soon pulled out a third cock, stroking two and sucking one. She could feel all three phones set up to record...her. Another throng of embarrassing videos would soon be online.

Denise had accepted her role as the men's plaything for the night and, as none of these men had a cock even as long as Daniel's, she figured it wouldn't matter if they fucked any way they wanted. She looked up at the smirking faces. "It's more efficient if you all take turns fucking my organs. There's a tub of petroleum jelly in my makeup kit in the restroom. Do any of your wives let you fuck their asses?" she asked.

John's manhood was the one between her lips as he shook his head and stepped back. "Never gotten the chance." He glanced at the other two men, "What's the anal version of calling 'Shotgun'?" he chuckled.

Riley laughed, "Backseat, I guess? The opposite of up front."

Denise looked at her boyfriend after Riley helped her stand up. "Hang on, can we at least take his shoes off?" she asked, "they must be cutting off his circulation."

The guys all giggled as the blonde knelt on the floor, revealing her bare ass as she removed Dan's shoes and socks. John came in again and opened the lid, scooping out a blob of oil with his middle finger. "Now seems like a good time to get her prepared," he said, shoving the oily substance into her rectum.

Dan's left sock was halfway off when Denise stopped and moaned. She turned to glare at the man. "You don't care about your son being uncomfortable, do you?" she accused.

"Who?" John grinned. "I can't wait any longer. Fuck him, his biggest issue will be his head in the morning, not his feet. Get on the bed and let's have some fun," he said, "Go on, get on the bed. A slut like you shouldn't need to be told what to do."

Denise pulled the sock all the way off, glared at the man, and got up. Uncle Riley was already lying on his back, stroking his cock, his eyes fixed on her breasts. She climbed on top of him, not wasting any time as she gripped his cock and settled onto his small member. "Ohhhhh, fuck," she panted, following Brice's instructions. Despite how good or how bad a penis felt entering her, she knew she had to show pleasure. He'd mentioned that many girls were in so much pain during gangbang scenes that they couldn't hide it and he'd edited those parts out. Maybe if she did a good job, these cruel men would climax and leave her alone with her boyfriend so she could finally get some rest.

Riley's large hands only covered half of the girl's breasts. His wife was not as flat-chested as his sister-in-law. He'd been with only one woman his entire life, and having the opportunity to fondle this girl's massive tits was not something he could pass up. Riley was thankful that their three wives had chosen to spend the night at the all-night spa. He was told to go out and meet some women.

His night out fantasizing about Bea Pollen was ruined. After finding her on a free site, he'd done something he'd never done before, subscribing to the porn site to get her full-length videos. She was the sexiest slut he'd ever seen, and in the past week, he'd masturbated a dozen times to her movies. He hoped there would be more than just half a dozen, wishing that she would perform in dozens, maybe even hundreds before she retired. So many of his favorites disappeared so swiftly.

Riley was sitting in the fourth row, losing himself in thoughts about Bea Pollen. It felt like it took forever, the wedding followed by the reception. His wife was going out after the reception, and he anticipated jerking off to his favorite porn star once they were alone. Then he noticed something. The priest was continuously looking at a woman a few pews ahead, and he wondered why. To his surprise, it was a blonde girl with hair similar to his fantasy girl. Yes, the girl looked cute from behind, her golden hair glistened in the light, and even looked young…perhaps 18? He finally saw her at the reception...really saw her. It was Bea Pollen in front of him. Now, here he was, entirely naked in bed, not pleasuring himself while thinking about the blonde, but actually fucking the woman of his dreams while she moaned in pleasure. It dawned on him that the next time he masturbated to her, he'd have to grip his penis more tightly because her cunt felt fantastic. This girl could take multiple gigantic cocks and still have a tight grip.

Ugh, crap! she cried out louder than intended as a painfully thin penis entered her backside. "Hey, hold on...take it slowly," she puffed. "All right, I'll adjust to your large penis," she said. Was this how prostitutes behaved? she pondered. Sacrifice their dignity and pretend the man's dick was a precious gift, the most enormous and firm they've ever experienced? She then felt Mr. Norris's penis rub against her lips, so she parted her lips. Brice called this being 'sealed up,' which she thought may have been an appropriate term, although perhaps having two minuscule penises in her nostrils would have made it a more fitting name.

Fred Norris wanted to show his happiness that their families' unions were strengthened through marriage, but as the gorgeous porn actress enveloped his penis with her lips, he just sighed contentedly. Edith hadn't had any contact with his penis except their wedding night 32 years ago. He doubted where to gaze...at the youthful blonde's lips wrapped around his penis? At her left breast being roughly fingered by Riley as he plunged his penis inside the girl's vagina? Or at John's penis penetrating the girl's anus. He'd always desired the chance to enjoy anal, yet he heard that there was nothing more enticing than a tight sphincter hugging a man's penis. He clutched the girl's hair and pushed his pelvis against her face. The last time she'd been around his penis, she wasn't that attentive.

The thought of Denise had recently expressed that she'd never been so stuffed with penis, which would be arousing but she had performed an erotic film just a week ago, resulting in an aching jaw, burning vagina, and rectum for hours after. These gentlemen don't possess a fraction of the corporal mass she'd encountered just then, so why was she getting so worked up? As she pondered the three generously-endowed individuals she'd recently fucked, she realized they were lusted over her body. The sensations she felt from them, their craving produced an intense arousal inside her. Now she understood she's not just a sperm receptacle but rather, a wet dream come to life for these men.

John smirked at Fred as the girl's moans increased and her torso grinded against the two penises inside her. He sensed his climax propelling itself up and held back in customary care for his partner, but with the prospect of unlimited access to this slut's orifices, he didn't care for conventions. In a flash, he unleashed a grunt of delight, expelling his sperm deep into her rectum.

As rough hands molested her chest, swollen penises violated her vagina and anus, and another man slipped his penis into her mouth, she emitted a climax. Her climax was as intense as any she'd endured before, indicating size doesn't matter. She was vaguely aware that Dan's father was ejaculating into her rectum.

John slid off the bed and, with his phone, he caught a close-up of his cum oozing from her half-open anus. This was his record of his first anal intercourse. He shifted towards the girls' genital-filled rear to record Fred's penis entering the blonde's anus. Even though he'd never marveled at another's penis, the pointed head appeared to be made for this.

Fred observed John behind the blonde's buttocks and knew what he had to do. He extracted his penis from her mouth with a smacking smack and embarked on the girl's face. Pale skin, cheeks smudged with mascara, a flushed and quizzical appearance, and a dangling strand of drool hung from her chin. Despite her current state, he would always remember her as the most exquisite sight he laid eyes on.

John climbed off the bed and reflected on Fred's penis penetrating the blonde's bottom. Though he'd never admired another man's penis, the well-defined head appeared to be crafted for this.

Fred was prepared for a struggle to penetrate this virginal bottom, but he slid deeply inside the girl without a fight. It felt unusual to witness such an oral interaction before anal penetration. He appreciated the sensations. It's clear why a tidy rump is valued highly.

Denise cried a soft yelp but then shoved back while groaning deeply. John relocated near her mouth to stroke his penis as she opened her mouth to accept it. The anal affection didn't bother him to clean his penis after deflowering her anus. She considered biting on it but didn't; she swallowed his penis.

Dan's thoughts were disorienting as he awoke from a drunken slumber. Still, the audible noises from his bed carried on unabated. He opened his eyes and watched the four naked individuals on his bed. His mind focused, and he heard his father's voice and Denise's moans. Why was his girlfriend being defiled by these men? Why would she let them? His bladder was expanding, so he lurched from the bed, toppled over an oak table with a red dress tossed carelessly beside it.

The four of them halted their activities as the young lad sobbed aloud. Fred nonchalantly continued to plough into the woman's delightful rear. John, on the other hand, forcibly pulled Denise's head back in order to ram his shaft into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Dan was attempting to stand, yet his head was in such turmoil that he crumpled to the floor in front of the bathroom. Despite his discomfort, he managed to use the slight support of the sink to urinate, before collapsing onto the cool tiles. Nausea overcame him, and within seconds he was retching profusely.

Denise couldn't comprehend the mess unfolding before her eyes. She felt incredibly guilty having sex with three men while her boyfriend threw up in the background. The men, however, seemed oblivious to the situation, relentlessly plundering her holes.

Hours had passed since their debauchery began and all four were now lying entangled on the bed. Their interconnected bodies stirred uneasily as Denise ached from 4 1/2 hours of continuous copulation. Every hole had experienced the girth of a cock, and she couldn't recollect how many times she had been penetrated or had swallowed a man's member. A bitter aftertaste lingered in her mouth, reminding her of the reward for the deplorable acts she had committed.

At this point, the three lads sprang into action, as though their identities had suddenly been reclaimed. John dialled his phone, a motion which woke Marilyn on the other end. "We're at this poolhall...playing pool," he said extensions. "I'll tell him. Yes, I'll be quiet," he assured her, glancing at the other two men. "Love you. Bye." He ended the call, gesturing to the other men that it was time to leave. Fred and Riley left the room, while John slapped Denise's rear impudently. "Thanks for the sex. You look better in real life than you do on film."

Still in the bathroom, the trio utilised every washcloth to eliminate traces of their questionable activities. Denise retaliated aggressively, "The three of you, get the fuck out of here. John, do you really plan to leave me with the task of getting your son off the toilet and into bed?"

In a flurry of activity, the gentlemen aided Dan's awakening, swabbing his face with a cleaning cloth that had previously been used to clean Fred's appendage. Sheaving anger, Denise regarded the two men and gestured towards the exit. Then, she ripped off the bed sheets, phoning down to the housekeeping staff. "Excuse me, I must request another bed sheet. My boyfriend may have vomited on this one...oh, that would be great. Room 514. Thank you very much."

Afterwards, Dan, now painfully aware of his surroundings, quietly climbed out of bed. Sensing his discomfort, Denise enquired gently, "Morning. How are you feeling?"

Dan froze as his head struck the edge of the bed with a forceful crash, his actions causing a pained wince. His dreams were haunting, replete with the most bizarre of images and sounds. The hotel even smelled as if it was of his waking horror.

In bewilderment, his own girlfriend was sandwiched between several men, interacting with them in an intimate manner. His eyes darted to the corner, where his father, his uncle, and his father-in-law were steadily pounding her holes. Horrified, the distinct image of his exceedingly religious father perpetrating anal sex played out in his mind. How could this be? Was this nothing more than a sordid dream?

Denise, the gentle touch of her hands grazing his back, tried to reassure him. "Morning. Are you OK?"

Glancing towards the side, he noticed his garments laid out neatly near Denise's crimson dress. With a sluggish movement, he rose and gave a nod, "Just hungover," he complained, "My head's killing me." A mental picture of the wrinkled bedspread and four nude individuals appeared in his mind. Looking around, he verified the bedspread's impeccability, no traces of anything. It had to be a hallucination. For chrissake, if his dreams were so life-like, he decided never to drink again.

Denise gazed as Daniel struggled into the restroom. She strained her ears to hear his capacity in there, waiting for him to confront her. She witnessed the two couples fucking. He stood, shocked, eyes fixated on her, head spinning. She, too, had the urge to pee and slipped past him to the bathroom. Coming back, Daniel leaned against the headboard with an odd expression.

Offering him a cup of water and four pills, Denise stated, "These will assist you. You were really drunk. You fainted at the table. Yep, you threw up."

Daniel pondered her amidst rubbing his temples, "Remind me of last night?" he asked. "All I'm sure about, at least vividly, is being at the table at the reception. I remember being sick in the restroom..."

Denise cautiously crawled into bed, "I requested your father and uncle to help move you from the table. Mr. Norris aided as well. They removed your clothes and placed you into bed, but you had to expel. You went to the bathroom, lost control, and passed out. As you can imagine, we had to clean you up," softening her voice.

"Wow! That didn't actually happen, right?" Then he added, "I'll definitely never drunk again."

Late for a family breakfast, the trio constructed an awkward atmosphere. Feeling scrutinized, the spouses commented on his gaze towards Denise.

Sharply hissing, Mrs. Roberts said, "Quit checking out your son's woman. She's just a lady."

The other spouses responded with nudges or other comments.

Starving, Daniel consumed meager portions and upon returning, he smiled at Denise. "The headache's almost gone, babe." Minding the checkout time, 11 am, he considered, "We have some time...but not much. You don't need to go down on me since we need to pack and tidy, right?"

In anticipation, she expected he'd want to have sex. Guys' reasoning was the muddled "I have a headache," explanation for their desire to copulate. Bruised and raw, she expressed, "We have time...but almost none. If we don't, you don't need to go down on me. I'll just hop on you."

Stunned, Daniel believed Denise only desired a quick session. Her tongue was tender from the oral encounters.

Denise retrieved her clothes to ensure the men left no evidence of sex. She jumped onto the bed, pressing her lips to his. She considered fingering him but refrained, fearing stimulating his prostate and ejaculation too rapidly. He persisted, pounding away. Though her pussy felt ravaged and bruises line her pelvic bone, she attempted to squash her disappointment.

Denise's thoughts drifted towards a surprising idea: catching Daniel off-guard and vigorously fingering him. It paved the way for a meticulous push against his anus, something observed during particular video sessions. Despite the comical consequences, his prolonged orgasm ensued, leading to noisy cries, leaving her bewildered.

Wow! Dan thought to himself, "We need to attend more weddings." First no foreplay, then she was twice as vocal, and now she was fingering his butt. She had never once touched him there before. She was driving her middle finger deep into his butt, and he felt his balls suddenly boiling. "Fuck!" he groaned as everything was building up quickly, "Oh God, I'm cumming. Sorry..." he grunted as he felt a huge blast of cum erupt deep inside her.

Denise felt relieved when the boy ejaculated but couldn't help but push her finger in even further until he collapsed onto her. Then she pulled her finger out and sighed, "We need to clean ourselves up, pack, and check out."

Dan stared at her and kissed her, "I'm so sorry. I thought you were close, but then suddenly..." he sighed.

Denise kissed him back, "It happens. Relax, I told you we had to be quick. You can make it up to me later, but for now..." she pushed on his hips.

Over the next few weeks, everything went back to normal. Denise's injuries healed, and Dan went back to playing video games, allowing Denise more time to prepare for the fall quarter. She received two phone calls, one from Brad and the other from Brice, inviting her to do another shoot. They promised to make it worth her while, but after the wedding, she wanted to lay low. She couldn't understand how these men found her videos. She would consider it a fluke, but the minister as well?

The couple was invited to dinner with his parents. Denise hadn't seen John since the morning after and was hoping he had moved on from his obvious obsession with her. She decided to ask him...just ask him how he found her videos.

Dan sensed something was off with Denise. She was familiar with his parents and had known them for over a year. Was she nervous? Excited? Anxious? He asked her about it, but she just shrugged it off.

Denise was looking forward to the dinner. She needed answers. Was she going to lose control of her life? Had Brad lied about no one knowing about her, or were these incidents just coincidences? She was also worried knowing the man would want more than just their one night, particularly if he could have her one-on-one.

Dinner was normal, with Mrs. Roberts asking both Dan and her about their class choices and what their sophomore years might be like compared to their freshman year. She also asked if they might need furniture for their apartment. John said very little but kept looking over at Denise.

After dinner, Mrs. Roberts asked Dan to help her go through a box she had gathered to donate to Goodwill. "Old games, your old console, old clothes...you know the drill." She glanced at Denise, "You can either sit and watch with Dan or join John in the living room. You might not be happy with either option. He wants to watch the game." She chuckled at Denise's dilemma. Both options sounded equally boring.

"I'll watch the game...I'll even sort through my emails," Denise said, following Dan upstairs. John fetched a beer from the fridge and a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet before appearing in the living room and sitting down.

Denise was surprised when John handed her a glass of Merlot. She followed him into the living room and sat. He turned up the volume on the TV and looked to the stairs. The girl took a sip of the wine, waiting for Mr. Roberts to say something.

John stroked the girl's thigh, smiled at her, and said softly, "I think you know what I want."

Denise shook her head, "That was a one-time thing. What you did to your son was unforgivable."

John moved his hand higher up her leg, "We're not even close to being one and done," he said. "Tomorrow night, you'll come over and wait on us for my monthly poker game. Marilyn is going to her sister's and you'll be wearing nothing but an apron, understand?"

Denise didn't react when his finger slid under her shorts but faced him instead, "How did you find those videos? I was told they'd be lost among the billions of videos out there." And no, she didn't want to wait on him and his friends at their poker game. What they had done after the wedding was a mistake. If he had seen the videos, then so had others.

John sighed, "Riley. My brother was browsing porn and came across...well, you're quite famous." He went over, picked up his iPad, and brought it back to the couch. He opened a few windows and then handed the tablet to Denise.

"Hottest newcomer in porn," the first website claimed. Bea Pollen was straddling a naked man who was massaging her huge breasts. The second website read, "Busty Blonde Bombshell Blows BBCs." Bea was looking directly at the camera, her mouth engulfing a black cock. The third website said, "Captivating Cunt Craves Cock." Bea was being double-penetrated while licking a third cock. In all three, she seemed thrilled to have men using her for pleasure.

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"These are the top three websites featuring explicit content on the internet. Chances are, most men around the world have already seen you naked," he mentioned. "Haven't you noticed the way people look at you, the double takes you often receive when you're out and about? It's not just your imagination," he questioned.

Denise nodded in response and gulped down the rest of her wine. "I guess I need to prepare for an impending life change," she said. She walked into the kitchen, turned around, and added, "Tell Dan that I love him, but he'd be better off without me."

John heard the front door open and close, prompting him to ponder what he'd say to his son when he saw him later on. He glanced at the tablet, then shut the browser.

Marilyn and Dan emerged from upstairs, curiously looking at the couch, then towards the kitchen. "Where's Denise?" questioned Dan.

Denise got into an Uber while ignoring the taxi driver's surprised gaze. She had spoken to John and wondered if there were any people at all who hadn't seen her naked. Her emotions got the better of her as she wept in the back of the vehicle. The driver noticed her distress and pulled over. "Ma'am, are you alright?"

Denise shook her head, "I messed up badly. And I don't see how I could fix it," she confessed. She noticed the man's sympathetic eyes and felt a small sense of relief. He looked to be in his sixties.

"Mistakes are a part of life. Everybody makes them," he assured her. "I sometimes visit Grover's Park for a 20-minute walk to the falls. It doesn't solve my problems, but for some reason, they seem less important there," he commented.

Denise nodded and wiped her eyes, "I used to go there with my parents. I was 13 when they died. It's been 6 years. I'll go to Grover's Park now. Maybe it can help me," she suggested. She looked at the man, "You've been very understanding. Most people would've asked about my distress."

The man nodded, "Not my business. My job is simply to transport people from one place to another, and I hope they end up in a better situation." He checked his mirrors before turning around on the road.

Upon reaching Grover's Park, Denise thanked the driver for his concern and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. "Thank you. I know you've sensed my distress, and I appreciate your silence on the matter," she said.

"No matter the circumstances, we all make mistakes. If you search hard enough, you'll find old videos of me and my wife while she was still in college. She's a great mother, loving wife, and an amazing person. I don't even consider her actions as a mistake," he said. "In the future, those past decisions will be a part of who you are, and there will be people who respect you for everything you've done in your life." He nodded to the girl and drove away.

Denise thought back to the Uber driver and realized that not all men behave like John. She also pondered if Dan might be like the driver, like John, or if he'd be livid that she made money from adult videos.

Whether or not her bottom hurt from the long sit on the rocks, Denise contemplated calling Dan to explain why she hurriedly left. Instead, she heard voices approaching, and two young people stopped when they noticed her. "She's her," whispered the boy. "Let's leave her alone," his girlfriend urged. "Don't you see she's already having a terrible day?"

Denise halted in her tracks and turned to face the couple. "Don't worry, it's me. Not exactly at my best," she extended her arms. "I'm just an ordinary person," she thought to herself, deciding to challenge them instead of backing down.

The boy responded enthusiastically, "I...we adore your videos. You're the best, the most stunning," he glanced at his girlfriend but couldn't help but continue. "You're always so lively, so...erotic," he blushed.

The girl pushed him, "Forgive him. He's a little infatuated with you. Let's go," she informed him, "she doesn't need us ogling her."

"Hold on. Can I ask you a query?" Denise inquired. "Am I an unsavory character? This was only meant to be a few, but it escalated more than anticipated. I needed money for a dress...anyways, I never anticipated anyone seeing these videos." She paused.

The boy shook his head, but the girl responded firmly, "Not a chance. I know countless acquaintances who have produced videos. If theirs went public, would it alter who they are?" She glanced at her boyfriend, "Besides, if someone utilized them against you?" she asked angrily. "Isn't that your reason for being here?"

"That and...never mind. Yes. My boyfriend's father...and his uncle...and another gent. My boyfriend discovered this and was displeased," she sighed.

The boy looked at his girlfriend, "You're joking. If Stacy had done something similar, I'd be the proudest man alive, though I might land in prison afterward."

"Stacy isn't doing anything like that," the girl stated, "I'm no wallflower, but I lack the bravery to engage in what you did. And look, your videos make many people cheerful. They're of top quality, really top quality though I'm no expert." She then laughed, "Dave is. He likes to research."

The boy blushed, "I engage in some online browsing..."

"Dave's too bashful to ask," she continued, "but we're hoping you'll create more filmings. I never got into porn until I saw your videos," she stammered.

"Really? Why? I mean, why my videos? I haven't seen them but they seem to be merely...porn" she whispered.

The boy shook his head but the girl answered, "Are you jesting? You're genuine, I mean...what I'm trying to express...holy crap! Look, in your videos, I...we sense the desire, the hunger, and when you...you recognize, the acts seem so natural, so genuine." Then she turned bright red, "In yours, I imagine being you. I've even considered engaging in a relationship with another woman since you made it appear so enticing. In other videos, I feel like a peeper."

The boy nodded, "Stacy has mentioned your partners' names once or twice," he murmured, "I didn't object. I think it's sexy." He grinned at his girlfriend and then returned his gaze to Denise, "I'm sorry you lost your boyfriend but that's on him. You're a sought-after actress, playing roles better than anyone I've seen, and if he can't accept that..."

"Thank you," she replied. "It seems the world isn't inhabited by deviants but I wish I could rewind everything...because of a dress."

Dave looked at Stacy and blurted, "Um. Can we snap a selfie with you, I mean, fully clothed...with you? You're incredibly attractive, you know."

Stacy nudged the boy, "Alright, we've preoccupied you long enough."

"How do I appear?" Denise questioned, "Do I look as though I've been sobbing my eyes out?"

Stacy shook her head and approached, "You look fantastic but disregard him. We'll grant you privacy." On a whim, she kissed the stunning blonde on the cheek and returned to Dave.

"The falls. Having the falls as the backdrop would make a fantastic photo," she smiled.

The trio lined up for a group selfie. First, Dave, then Stacy took photos of the three of them.

"Thank you. We'll leave you to your privacy," Stacy said.

Denise observed the grinning couple as they departed. She could hear their lively banter as they made their way back to the parking lot. She resumed her resting spot and dialled her boyfriend. "Dan. I realize...I'm sorry that I left abruptly. Did you speak with your father? No? Um...try talking to him. Ask him why I departed and call me back." She ended their conversation, not a promising sign that he had hung up without bidding farewell.

After 20 minutes, she picked up her phone and replied, "Hello, Dan? Oh, hi John. Well, I suspected...fine...fine. You can tell him...oh no, tell him what he wants, bye," as she hung up. She hoped Dan would be alright after John informed him of his hasty departure following the story.

She likely spent another 30 minutes there before picking up her telephone again. "Brice? This is Denise...Bea. When do you require my presence? Of course, I can accommodate that. No, everything is okay," she commented before hanging up before he could press her about her sorrowful tone.

* * *

A year passed, and Dan strolled down the hallway to his apartment, feeling exhilarated. He asked the cute redhead from his Earth Sciences class out, and she said yes. The previous date he had was when Denise abruptly left his home after he watched the disturbing videos his father showed him. It took many months to overcome the pain and nausea he felt witnessing his father's display of Denise with two older men. He had no recollection of what happened next but remembered smacking his father and exiting. He hadn't returned to his house since, despite his mother calling him pleadingly.

Passing Chuck's door, it swung open. "Dan! Are you finished with classes?" the blonde asked, "We're all done and want to play some poker? Would you like to join?"

Feeling lucky, Dan nodded, "Let me dispose of my items. I'll grab some beer," he said. He liked Chuck and his company. Despite their lack of studying effort, they knew how to throw a party.

The game progressed smoothly, and Chuck proposed inserting porn into the mix. The rest of the party agreed, while Dan reluctantly agreed. After witnessing Denise having sex with two older guys, his interest in porn had vanished. Instead, his preferred method of utilising a computer monitor was with a game console in his hand rather than sexual stimulation. However, he tried to seem 'in the loop' as he smiled and consented.

It wasn't fantastic, but it wasn't awful either. As the others were distracted by the monitors, Dan's chips accumulated. Chuck must've found a website that randomly displayed Bea Pollen videos. Then he heard a voice he'd hoped never to hear again. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts, showing off her well-endowed breasts through the thin material.

Chuck suspended the game to consider, "Wow! I've been waiting for this day. When they'd exhibit some of her films! The very first time I saw her, I thoroughly enjoyed it."

Drew chimed in, "We all did. Apparently, she's swept the awards - Newcomer, Best Actress, and Performer of the Year. Then there were the videos she was in - Best DP, Best BBC. We've no idea if anyone's ever experienced that."

Bart laughed, "Apparently, that's something we should investigate."

Chuck grinned and grabbed his iPad, "Alright. I ascertained to play just Bea Pollen movies. Screw all the other sluts, we want Bea!"

The guys shouted, "We want Bea, we want Bea, we want Bea!"

Laughing, Chuck replied, "Okay. Let's focus on the game. It wouldn't be fitting for my neighbours to hear that."

Drew glanced over and let out a sigh, "I'm a fan of the ones with her in that tight, sexy dress. Oh my, her breasts look as though they'll spill out of her top."

Bart sighed, " Indeed, there's eight of them featuring that dress. It costs around $1,500 I'm told."

The guys reverted to pay attention to the game and as the videos played, it was Dan whose chips diminished.

Denise longed to lose herself in the natural undulations of her village's rhythm and pace. However, when she saw familiar faces from her past appearing in the most unexpected settings, her mind became a battleground of ecstasy and melancholy. In these moments, she observed her ex-girlfriend, Marja, disrobe and engage in sensual acts in various scenarios. Her breasts seemed to be bouncing with an irresistible eroticism as Marja shaved her mound. Bea had always appreciated the soft hair guarding Marja's nether regions, but now she was captivated by her glistening, smooth genitals that exposed her clitoris. She reminisced about their mutual desire for intimacy, but how often he had ignored her when she had displayed interest. He felt a pang of sadness as he relived the moments he had disappointed her.

Marja was stunning, possessing a body of provocative curves, but she also radiated intelligence, joie de vivre, and vitality. Denise always felt enlivened by her mere presence. She felt the need to inflict harm upon herself as she remembered her impetuous reactions that had ultimately ended their relationship. No material items were worth disrupting the connection they had shared.

In the deserted streets of Nairobi, Denise hailed a taxi. The driver inquired about her destination, but she only responded, "I want to be alone." She wandered the empty streets, pondering the meaning of her life. Denise attempted to ignore the memories conjured by her past encounters with Marja.

However, time was fleeting, and her thoughts continued to stray to their shared experiences. Denise embraced her new identity as "Zawadi," which meant "The Gift" in Swahili. She had become a welcoming and loving figure in her village, providing wells, books, medical materials, and a school. She marveled at the appreciation shown by the villagers. She had selflessly taken on a role of a benefactor.

As Denise gazed over the village, she savored her solitude, allowing her mind to process the shift in her life. The dust from the children's excited scuffle had covered her pale skin, so she took a refreshing bath by the river. Despite the presence of her village's residents during her bathing, she managed to maintain her dignity because of her connection to Zawadi.

In the aftermath of their initial acceptance, the village undertook various initiatives, including the construction of a well, a facility to store food, and a school. Denise was the embodiment of generosity in these models. Their warmth and understanding permeated her heart, providing her solitude with deep satisfaction. She felt fulfilled by her new place in their lives.

Yet the connection with her past persisted, bringing both immense joy and crushing regret. Denise acquired a більш...мужній appearance, eventually garnering the respect of the tribe. Zawadi slipped into a more dominant role while still withholding the source of her generosity, the domain she had so fearlessly entered. Denise wondered what would have occurred had she not left her former life behind but instead remained her former self. The many translations she took on allowed her to better understand her place in the world.

Occasionally, villagers fired arrows into the sky, consummating a ritual of submission and connection to their ancestors. The tribal elders praised Zawadi and deemed her "The Gift" for the miraculous sustenance and infrastructure she had brought. The traditions and beauty of the new world eventually overpowered her old life. The once famous performer began to accept the reality of her new persona and the symbiotic relationship she developed with her adoptive villagers.

Once she had dried off and wrapped a towel around herself, she returned to her hut. She then retrieved a new pair of shorts and a t-shirt, intending not to go topless like many of the local ladies. The swim was sufficient exposure, in her opinion. She hesitated and reached for the red dress, which she held up. The reason she had taken it with her was a mystery, but it felt like there were two parts to her life: BD (Before Dress) and AD (After Dress). Furthermore, given the high cost, it would have been difficult to let it go.

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