A Job in the Theatre Chapter 19

Gayla looked at the pills and shook her head no. Billy had no clue either.

"This is twelve hours of hard dick!" she smiled taking one of the pills. She popped the other down Billy's throat. "You can thank me later," she giggled. "Do you have any more vodka left? I think we are going to need another drink."

Gayla's mind was racing. Twelve hours of hard dick? So many thoughts went through her brain. She almost forgot to breath. "Yes, I think I do," she said realizing she had been asked a question. "Let me get them."

She got up and walked to the kitchen as Paula sank down on the couch next to Billy. Gayla looked over her shoulder and caught both of them staring at her ass. She could see both their cocks standing straight up. She ducked into the kitchen to fix the drinks thinking this was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Billy turned to Paula and whispered, "What's that thing on her cock?"

"It's a restraining device. It keeps her from gaining an erection."

Billy raised his eyebrows in amazement.

"The hornier she gets, the more she will have to take it out on you. See? And with that pill we took...we will be able to give her plenty."

Now he got it. This was just getting better all the time he thought.

Paula moved in closer and whispered in his ear, "We were talking in the bathroom. She has never been fucked in the ass." She reached over and squeezed his fabulous cock. "She told me she wanted you to be her first." It was a complete and total lie, but Billy didn't know that. And Gayla had no idea that Paula was planting ideas in her boyfriend's head.

Paula knew the best way to start their kinky little relationship was with a hot and heavy fuck session. She knew that Billy's cock was getting ready to turn into steel. He was going to be hornier than he had ever been in his life. She was going to make sure he turned Gayla into a whimpering, whipped little cock whore who was totally and hopelessly addicted to Billy's prick.