Ch. 28: Let’s Buy A Sex Slave

Chapter 28: Let’s Buy A Sex Slave

I had stumbled into a rare situation. This place was intriguing, enticing, every man’s dream with potentially unlimited, totally uninhibited sex. The prospects for me looked extremely positive to be able to gorge on this endless smorgasbord of carnal delights. I wondered what the downside was.

It was now mid-morning. I had slept like a baby after my unexpected visit from the ‘welcoming committee.’ Having three over-sexed hussies at one time, charged up with lots of alcohol, had overwhelmed me. Such a full court press by the locals took me by surprise. It was gratifying yet there seemed to be a sinister undertone present. As I sipped my morning coffee, I weighed my options. Should I stay or should I go? Neither option felt like the right one.

Befuddled and stressed over this dilemma, I slid my hand into my boxers and found my limp dick. With visions of Carla, Abby, and Crystal still fresh in my mind, I revisited the events of yesterday. Seeing Abby expertly toy with herself, to the point of squirting like a firehose; visions of Carla having her pussy ravished by Abby; and, of course, Crystal’s incredible mouth fuck danced in my head. It didn’t take long before my cock shot a thick, creamy load up my torso.

With my dilemma still nagging at me, I popped a beer and rolled a joint. As I inhaled the acrid smoke it quickly took control. My mind began to wander and to explore what other possibilities there were here in this enclave. I had a mild curiosity about “the gang” that Randy sometimes mentioned. He had been my first sexual encounter with another man. Elements of our intimacy were very pleasing, especially that 9” cock! Randy was my first experience with any dick other than my own. And to start off with a nine incher!! I wondered what it would be like with either a smaller or even bigger cock.

I’m not hung like a race horse, but my dick has always served me well. Yet, I’ve always fantasized about and wished that I had a bigger cock. Don’t get me wrong – I still enjoy tits, clits, and cunts. But I was becoming more curious about cocks.

A quick mental rehash revealed that I had sucked Randy twice and he had sucked me three times. And he had ploughed my ass twice. Sucking another guy’s dick was more enjoyable than I thought but, honestly, I prefer to have my own dick doing the work. Or to have my mouth buried in a sloppy wet cunt. Yet the feelings brought on by having a nine-incher ramming into my asshole and sliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat were sublime. I was curious to say the least.

With no resolution to my quandary, I needed a change of scenery. I rolled a couple more joints and packed up some beers. Almost as an afterthought, I stuffed a virgin fifth of rum into my pack. I dumped the dink and headed to shore. No one was in the office so I ambled toward town, sucking down a beer and finishing another joint along the way. I was feeling no pain, just sort of floating along, head in the clouds.

The town was small. It only had one bar where I had first met Carla. As I surveyed the landscape, I noticed a rundown old cinema a couple of blocks away. The marquee showed that it hadn’t been an active movie theater in years. What letters were still hanging on seemed to indicate that the last movie shown there was Star Wars. My attention had been drawn to it due to all the activity there. People milling about outside, people coming and going, the sporadic shouts of joy as someone came out dancing and celebrating as if they’d just won the lottery.

I ambled over to investigate.