.and as you know...I'm a bit of a slut...I love cock...it don't matter what hole neither...but I ain't never had one that big up me! Jesus, that's a r...al monster you've got there, Daddy"! The older woman laughed and then groaned as she began to finger herself, throwing her head back she began to moan as she frigged, "Mmm...do tell us more, Gemma darling..." Gemma gulped and continued, "Well, like I say, I'm a bit of a slut really...my boss, he has these parties for important clients an'. " Never mind that."Rachael shrugged and dealt the cards again. Jeff realized, they were all tied up again. Each of them had exactly two articles of clothing left. If his luck kept up, he might get both of the girls completely naked for the rest of the weekend. That would be a real treat.His luck didn't hold up, however, at least for the next hand. He ended up with a pair of sevens, but Rachael had a pair of eights and Brit had a pair of Queens. Well, he was okay with that. He stood and dropped. I often imagine I'm one of the characters. Although I'm single, I love reading stories of men being cuckolded by their wives, gangbangs, race play and domination. In my everyday life, I'm actually pretty normal. Nobody would suspect I often dream of being used and abused by random big cock white men.One summer evening, I was feeling very horny. I had just finished a bottle of wine and realized making myself cum using my fingers just wasn't doing the trick. It had been so long since I had a cock. It isn’t even a real bed. A chest of drawers that looks like it’s made from cardboard and was rescued from someone’s garbage is against the opposite wall. Beside the chest of drawers is a closet, also with no door.I don’t have a lamp table or a lamp. The only light comes from a bare bulb in the ceiling and a window that’s so dirty it hardly lets in any light. But I’m less concerned by the dirt covering the window than I am by the bars over it. I really am a prisoner here! The front door is.