Whitney's Adventures

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Mark groaned a bit, his cock quite hard now under Whitney's butt. He continued talking to the guys about Whit. He reached up and got a grip of her blonde hair in his hand and tugged back, eliciting a little whine from her when he did, causing her back to arch slightly, making her jut her chest forward, his other hand still holding her blouse tight to her alabaster skin.

"Yeah, her husband thought he wanted to see her with another man."

More hooting and hollering.

"And I'm not opposed to sharing. Come here Bryan, I'm pretty sure she'll let you feel her up," Mark said. Bryan's eyes lit up and he approached them, looking at Whit like she was a piece of meat.

 

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She gasped as he yanked her hair and whimpered a little as it caught her by surprise. She could feel his hardness digging into her -- it was no foreign object -- but indeed she had thought about it considerably over the past few months.

She blushed. "It was just a one-time thing!"

"Um, I guess this makes it three? Remember that midnight sleepwalk you did to the guestroom" Mark jabbed as his buddies went wild.

"Mark? What are you doing, are you nuts?" She blushed as she turned back to him, stopping her "motions" as he had invited the other man to approach. His eyes looked so hungry, like she was some animal at the petting zoo and he was some sort of feisty kid.

"He's NOT touching me." Again, her words were firm but she didn't make an effort to move.

 

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Her protests were met with an immediate chorus of boo's and some shouts of "show us your tits, slut!"

Too late, she realized a couple of the guys had their phones out and were clearly taking pictures or video of her. Mark let go of her hair, feeling her tense up. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her taut flesh.

"C'mon baby, just a little harmless cop a feel," he said in her ear. His own hand slid up and brazenly grabbed her tit, eliciting some hoots and hollers from the guys. Bryan was looking to him for permission to touch Whitney.

"You know you like it." His voice raised, a devilish grin on his face. "Besides, I'm just trying to get you all hot and bothered for when I fuck your brains out in a little bit!"

Whit covered her face with her hands and as he released her hair she leaned forwards a bit as she shielded herself. She then flipped her legs over one armrest and cuddled in close to Mark, her back to the chorus. "Please make them put those cameras away. Jake would kill me -- and you."

Mark cuddled her close to him. "Sorry doll," he said. "Hey, guys, c'mon. No more cameras, put 'em away." He winked at them. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," right?"

There were some gorilla-esque grunts but the guys did have to admit that Mark had a point. A few of them were married too and layed down the law.

"Grow up dude!" One slapped the back of the head of a younger tool.

"It's ok babe, they put them away." Mark reassured again and again until she looked up and brushed her hair back out of her face. Her eyes a pit puffy but there were no tears.

"It's gonna be okay doll," Mark was saying. His hands wandered he body, soothing her and holding her close. The guys went back to watching their porno, feeling a bit miffed. Bryan reluctantly moved away, his eyes still on Whit though.

She perked up a bit as his hands went from groping her to massaging her neck and back.

"Hey, where you going?" She giggled as she reached out, almost falling off of Mark's lap and took a hold of Bryan's hand and pulled him back towards her.

The room fell silent as she bit her lip as she looked up at him, staring him in the eyes for half a second before looking back at Mark as she guided Bryan's hand onto her left breast for a quick squeeze. The room erupted as he held there for about 5 seconds and looked back up at him and then back at Mark.

"Happy now, dear?" Then she released Bryan, making his hand drop. "Ok, I'm done with you, go back to the zoo"

"Hey, somebody go check on Jonny!" someone said, Jonny being the groom.

Bryan got up, happy to do so, and as he passed the chair Mark and Whit were in, brazenly grabbed her ass! He walked by and winked at her, and Mark just laughed, before opening the door.

Whit and Mark could clearly see Jonny spread out on the bed, one of the strippers sucking his dick while the other sat on his face, all of them naked!

 

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She yelped and swatted at Bryan though she failed to connect. The guys laughed at her a bit, though she saved face by grabbing her empty diet coke can and tossing it across the room and connecting with his ear. It was empty so no damage to him or the room. But it was hilarious.

"Dude, girls' got an arm." One said giving respect. "I wonder what those wrists can do when her hand is wrapped around my cock" Another blurted to jeers.

"Wow, he sure is getting his money worth." Whit gushed, surprisingly unfazed by the imagery before her. "You guys better feed the piggy bank or they'll stop" She winked at Candy who appreciated the sales pitch.

Candy winked at her. "C'mon guys, get her out of those boring work clothes and we'll give you a discount!" Candy called out, which caused a fresh round of cheers from the guys.

Mark pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and crumpled it up and tossed it at the strippers in the next room, and when Candy saw it was only too happy to go back to sucking dick!

Bryan shut the door, and now all eyes were on Whitney who sighed and mouthed to Candy --- "you fucking slut". No words were said but Candy read her loud and clear and responded verbally. "Takes one to know one." It was immature, but indeed true. Candy knew what would eventually evolve. She had seen it many many times. And as they tell athletes---nothing good happens passed midnight. Whit bit her lip as the attention returned to her.

Mark chuckled at the silent back and forth between Whitney and Candy, though he was the only one who noticed it. "C'mon, Whit," he said, smacking her ass firmly. "You heard the girl. Why don't you show us what you got and give us a little discount?"

There was general agreement amongst the peanut gallery. The guys were all already undressing her in their minds, and were eager to see what she hid beneath her business attire. Mark popped her up off his lap, and stood up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, gently tugging at her business suit jacket.

Caught out of the blue by Mark's maneuver she almost stumbled forward but then centered herself by pressing her calves back against his shins and almost stepping on his toes. "How many times do I have to say, no?" She glared back at Mark as she stood there awkwardly shifting her weight from leg to leg and looking back at Mark and then out to the gang and then out the window seeing the skyline. Again, no sign of her wanting to bolt.

 

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"A few more, at least, I'm sure," Mark said as he stood behind her. He reached around her and felt her up again, squeezing her tits over her blouse in front of everyone and pulling her lithe form back against him. He pushed her tits up.

"All right guys, who wants to see these babies?" he called out, and the reply was immediate and positive.

"Yeah yeah! Show us them tits you little slut!"

"I got somethin right here that'll make that slut jump out of her clothes!" one of the guys said, patting the obvious and significant bulge in his pants as he sat on the edge of the nearby sofa.

"C'mon Whit.. Climb into Eddie's lap over there and give us a show," Mark said, letting go of her tits and nudging her toward his friend.

 

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She opened her mouth as if to tell him off again but before she knew it, that little nudge and Eddie's long reach resulted in her sitting on Eddie's lap. She squirmed a little.

"Get your hands off of me!!" She was playful about this -- not like yelling for help.

She slapped at him a few times and tried to push herself off of his lap to no avail, his hands had a strong grip on her hips It wasn't until he pressed his hips slightly forward that she's settle down.

"Oh my gawwwd...." Her eyes rolled and those hands worked sensually up and down her sides over under her blazer.

"Holy shit, Eddie, did you just pop her cherry?"

"I think so," Eddie said, his voice deep, his hands on her big and strong. He used his hips to push his hard, thick bulge into her crotch as she straddled him, all the while his hands freely roamed her body, squeezing openly at her tits and ass over her outfit. "Damn, Mark, this is one hot slut. You guys are gonna love gettin your hands on her!" Eddie said.

One of the guys next to him on the crotch reached over and grabbed her ass, pushing her down firmly against Eddie's bulge, and squeezing as well. "Nice ass, too," he said.

Her face had reddened and she was clearly out of her element. Eddie's hands were all over her. Then this other guy started grabbing at her as Eddie dry humped her in front of them all. Some other guys started moving closer. "Hold up, wait your turn fellas."

One of his hands reached around and tucked her hair back behind her ear so he could talk to the guys with his lips close to her ear so she'd hear every word. "Whitney's gonna be quite the pass-a-round girl, aren't you?"

 

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"Hear that guys, we all get a turn with this broad!" one of the older guys said, grunting his approval. "C'mon and pass the slut along Eddie!"

"Hold your horses," Eddie said, his big hands on her hips, moving her body around on his obvious erection, grinding his shaft against her crotch.

Finally, though, he grabbed her leg and spun her off of him, so she landed with her ass in the lap of the next guy on the couch, facing the crowd now! "Work it, whore! C'mon show us some skin! At least get that stufft jacket off!"

And with that, she found herself being passed down the line. She felt the hands grabbing at her. Not just the new lap but others. She felt her hands behind her back as they tugged at her blazer. She didn't put up a fight -- that piece of clothing wasn't worth it. She giggled -- it did indeed tickle some.

"Yeah, work that ass girl, get this jacket off," the guy behind her said, his hands freely grabbing her butt. Mark just stood there smirking and enjoying the little show. Her jacket was pulled free and tossed away, and a moment later a pair of hands was sliding up under her blouse from behind, to squeeze at her firm little tits through her bra. A moment later, the guy to her left grabbed her hand and guided it to his crotch, placing it on the erection bulging out his tight jeans.

Things were really spiraling out of control. Hands were everywhere. The guys were laughing at her as they groped. She was getting really uncomfortable and kept looking back at Mark to save her from this nightmare.

Mark just smirked at her, and let the guys grope at her. Just when she seemed like she might freak out, he stepped in. "Okay guys, c'mon, one at a time, don't wanna scare her off now, huh?" There was some grumbling. "One guy on the couch at a time... For now," Mark said, and both guys that didn't have Whitney in their lap begrudgingly got up. "Let's see what she's really capable of," Mark said, encouraging her, to more cheers.

"Yeah! Let's see what this broad is made of!" one of the guys called out.

This guy was not so smart. He let go of her hips and air slappped her (like pretended to do the whole who's your daddy type thing). But instead of just taking it, she stood up and walked back to Mark. She smiled as she sat down on his lap and kissed his lips quickly. "I should probably get going...."

Mark frowned at the jackass, and pulled Whitney in close. He kissed at her neck. "No, stay," he said. "They're just drunk and kind of obnoxious," he said. "You don't have anything to worry about. I won't let anything happen to you if you don't want it," he said, his fingers trailing along her hip.

 

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"Why don't we go back to my room?" She whispered to him, nibbling on his ear. He could sense now that this had all excited her and if only he could figure out how to entice her to continue, this night would indeed be memorable!

"I can't leave these idiots here, baby, somebody's gotta make sure the party continues!" Mark replied. "You've done such a great job of helping me out so far," he said. "And, you know, it'll really help us out if you get us that discount with the girls. I'll definitely make it worth your while," he said, giving her butt a little smack of encouragement.

"You know, I have much more pricey tastes than those girls." And now all of a sudden it hits Mark like a slap to his face. He flashed back to one night in college when they were all drunk and watching "pretty woman" and what did miss whitney say then, "I'd do it, for that kinda price."

"You know... that can be arranged," Mark said. He had hit it big at the blackjack tables earlier in the day, and had no problem throwing it all away on a wild night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills. He flashed them in front of Whitney's face, folded them up, and slid them into the pocket of her trousers. "There's more where that came from," he said with a wink. "I'm sure if you strut yourself, the guys will be throwing their wallets at you. And they are all pretty well off."

Her face turned white. She was mortified at his attempt to buy her. She held the money up to the group in a ball in her palm. "Um, I already paid more than that to your hookers in there. Thanks for the partial rebate." She snarked. "Cheap-skate."

"That was just for your shirt," Mark sneered at her, pushing her off of his lap.

Whit looks at Mark, her eyes wide with shock, but a little wink from him brings her back to remember that drunken college evening. She turns back to the group, and bites her lip. "So, some of you are interested in acquiring this blouse, huh?"

 

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There was some more hooting and hollering, as several of the guys started pulling money out of their pockets. "Hell yeah, how much you want for it, slut?" came a couple cat-calls. Mark just sat back and smirked.

She looked back at Mark again. "Well, let's start the bidding at $100, shall we?" The guys seemed to get excited and rowdy over her sudden change of heart.

The guys were practically falling over themselves to throw money at her. "One hundred!" "Two hundred!"

"Three!" "Four!"

"One thousand dollars," came a voice from the back, which quieted the room...

"Wow, these guys sure have been drinking." She giggles back to Mark before the final, earth shattering bid came in. "Um, I guess we have a winner?" She said hesitantly thinking it may all just be a joke. "C'mere girl. If i'm gonna pay $1000 for a blouse, I'm going to help you take it off" The older man chuckled. "Wouldn't want you to bust any buttons, right?"

He had ten hundred-dollar bills fanned out for her. "No joke," Bob said, "get over here and show me them titties."

Whit was hesitant but Mark whispered. "He's a friendly old man, no fear." Of course Mark knew different and he held his own breath as she walked over to him and accepted his invitation to sit down on his lap. "Hey there, sweetie." He smirked, chuckled a bit, she could feel something poking her from below. "You know what, I think this would be better if you stood up...." After getting her to sit down on his lap he now made her stand up. He stood behind her. He was not tall, maybe 5'8, with a firm belly that he pressed up against her back. as he faced her towards the room. Her hands remained at her sides as she breathed hard. She looked back at him over her shoulder and at the same time his opposite hand untucked one side of her blouse and then as she turned to look there, he untucked the other side, leaving her wrinkly tails hanging out.

His hands started at the bottom of her blouse, finding the buttons and tugging at them. He smirked. He played at toying with one of them, and then said: "oh hell, it's mine now anyway, and it won't fit me!" And with that he grabbed the blouse in the middle, just below her tits, and ripped it open, spraying the buttons across the room and suddenly exposing her to the whole group!

She gasped. Shocked that he would do such a thing. She turned red, more red than before if that's at all possible. Her arms came up over her chest. She felt exposed despite the fact that she was wearing a bra underneath. She stepped away. "Where are you going, Ms. Whitney?" The man questioned, his hand gripping her at the hip and turning her back to face him. She didn't have an immediate answer she just said, "Umm". "I own that blouse, deary" He held out his hand and winked and waited until she slipped it off and handed it to release his grip. "Thank you, dear" He smiled and sniffed it as she scurried back to the vacinity of Mark.

The guys were laughing at her shock and embarrassment now. Mark just smirked as he watched her, and stood up before she got to him. "What a prude!" one of the guys called out. "Yeah I though you said she was cool Mark," another said. Mark looked at her, and then grabbed her and turned her to face the crowd, holding her back to his chest. "Look at all your admirers," Mark growled in her ear. "Don't be shy..."

She smiled as she turned her head to him and whispered into his ear. "I wonder how much I can get for my pants" She bit his ear lobe and then turned back to the crowd. "Ok gentleman, let's hear some bids for her pants?!?!?!?!"

 

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And suddenly, dear Whitney became just a bit more playful. She stepped away from Mark -- only a step or two but, it gave her some space to operate. She blushed and giggled as she turned back to Mark and made a thinking face.

"Mark, I think you have some dirt on your shoe? Let me see just what that could be?!?!?" She said, barely holding a straight face as she proceeded to bend over and show off her ass as she "examined" his shoe.