Helen was glad Jessica had persuaded her to accompany her to her porn casting. She grinned. Sure, her pussy and arse were now sore, but she’d loved every moment. First, being brutalised for the camera by Phillipe in their anal scene. Then, she’d joined in with Jessica’s casting and was bum-fucked side by side with her by Brad and Greg. Jessica experienced so many new things, not only taking it in the arse, repeatedly, but being double-penetrated. Helen was amazed at just how much her previously timid friend enjoyed being ravaged by complete strangers.

On the way back, Helen had been astonished when Jessica demanded Ian fuck her. More than that, after Ian had pounded her on the beach, the girl made both men ream her backside and then double-team her. She was insatiable. Helen’s only disappointment was that she had missed out on being doubled herself.

Helen hoped her best friend would still screw her father after experiencing four pornstars, because he was the happiest she’d seen him. She disapproved strongly of the huge age gap, but she was resigned to them fucking. Like rabbits. She grinned. Now he could also fuck her arse. Jessica’s backside had been well and truly drilled, and the skinny, flat-chested girl had revelled in it, apparently loving it as much as herself, even on this first attempt. She felt her own sore backside. She grinned, imagining how sore Jessica’s inexperienced arse must be. It had been an incredible day.

Helen switched off the bedside lamp and fell asleep immediately, completely exhausted. The next morning, as she expected, Jessica's gait was slightly gingerly as they walked to their usual beach. “Sore bum?” Helen asked.

Jessica smiled. “Yes, but it was well worth it.” She giggled lewdly. “Four total strangers with massive cocks in my bottom! I can't believe that I'd never had sex before this holiday, or that your dad would be my first.”

Helen chortled. “Sorry about Dad.”

“Don't be. His dick is enormous. Bigger than any that fucked me yesterday.” She paused, looking thoughtful. “Philippe might be fractionally longer but nowhere near as fat.” She sighed. “I love your dad's massive pornstar-dick and I can't wait to feel him in my arse.”

Helen didn't believe her father could be so well endowed and snorted dismissively.

When they reached their usual sandy spot on the deserted beach, they spread their beach towels, stripped naked, and slathered themselves with suntan lotion, though both girls were now lightly bronzed.

They were flat out in the sun, and Helen was half asleep when Jessica spoke. “I want to do that again. The cameras, several men, the whole thing was so exciting, especially knowing loads of blokes will watch me being fucked.” She giggled. “I can't imagine how much spunk there'll be.”

Helen shook her head. “I won’t do it again. I told you, I’m going to University, so I can’t risk anyone finding out I’ve done porn.”

Jessica looked disappointed. “It won’t be the same without you, but I do think I will do it again.” She grinned. “Now I understand why you only ever let strangers fuck you. It’s so exciting.”

Helen frowned. “But what about my Dad?”

Jessica laughed. “I know you don’t approve, but I love being fucked by his monster. He’s bigger than any of those pornstars. And I like him. A lot.” She giggled. “He'd better bum-fuck me now. I tried to get him to before, but he wouldn't. Said I was too innocent.” She leered. “Maybe we could do porn together. He's big enough and fantastic looking.”

Helen gasped. “Daddy would never do that!” She stared at her slim, beautiful friend, trying to convince herself. Helen still found it hard to come to terms with her father having sex, even though he noisily fucked Jessica frequently, several times a day. “I don't know what you see in him. He’s more than twice your age.”

Jessica laughed. “So what? You’ve never, ever fucked anyone your own age.”

Helen nearly contradicted her, but thought better of it. Her liking for Giles was her guilty secret. “True. I guess they’ve all been as ancient as Dad.”

“Your dad really isn't that old.” Jessica snorted. “And at least we have sex regularly. You’ve never slept with the same guy twice.” She paused. “I love that he knows exactly what turns me on now.” She grinned. “And I know how to make him come whenever I want.”

Helen nearly blurted out that Peter had screwed her on two separate occasions. “I have so! Brad. He fucked me at my audition and again yesterday at yours.”

“Porn doesn’t count. I meant boyfriends.”

Helen tried to ignore that Jessica considered her father a boyfriend. She discounted Peter. His dick was fantastic, but the man was a monster. Helen grinned. “That was marvellous, wasn’t it? I can’t wait to see our scenes.”

They spent the usual lazy day at the deserted beach, fully naked, alternately basking in the sun and cooling off in the sea. Late that evening, after she had retired to bed, her phone pinged.

Hi Helen. I’m back in Corfu. Meet me tomorrow? Giles xxx

Helen was instantly suspicious. Catfishing was just the type of trick Peter would use. Finally, after several messages, she was satisfied it was Giles at the other end of the phone, though a lingering doubt remained. A final exchange provided her with a meeting point and time - 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. Suddenly, she was excited. She could hardly wait to see the handsome lad.

That night, she slept badly, too excited to sleep. After midnight, she heard Jessica's door open and quietly click shut. She grinned when she heard the slim girl pad quietly towards her father's room. In the early hours, exhausted, Helen finally slept.

The following morning, she showered and then agonised over what to wear as, still naked, she carefully applied her makeup. Finally, she put on the clothes she'd worn the first time she'd met Giles. A silky red blouse that showed off her chest, a tiny matching red skirt, and high heels. She considered wearing no knickers, but compromised on a tiny thong.

When she checked the time, she was already slightly late for the taxi she'd booked, so she hurried out onto the veranda where her father and Jessica were sitting at the breakfast table, so close together they were touching. “See you two later,” she said breezily. “I’m off to the beach.” She glanced between her father and Jessica. They were all over each other, clearly wanting to fuck. “Don’t fuck Jessica too hard, Daddy.”

She heard laughter behind her as she scurried down the steps to the taxi waiting on the corner below. She knew she'd be slightly early but was too excited to care. A few minutes later, as the taxi dropped down the hill towards Agios Stephanos, the picturesque bay came into view. She breathed a sigh of relief. Peter’s yacht wasn’t there. But just in case, she had the taxi drop her off at the start of the seafront by the Eucalyptus Taverna, so she could check if it really was Giles she was meeting.

She walked slowly along the narrow street, past several tavernas with beachfront tables on her left, and their bars and kitchens to the right. Her rendezvous with Giles was in the bar of the final taverna - a sports bar.

When she arrived, a man sat waiting at the bar. Helen’s heart sank. It wasn’t Giles. As she had half-suspected, Peter, his father, was waiting for her. She knew she should just turn around and walk away. But her body was already reacting in anticipation. Her nipples were hard, and her crotch felt damp. He’s a brute; have some discipline! She intended to turn, but found herself walking involuntarily towards the detestable man.

Peter grinned at her. “I knew you’d come. Your whorish nature made it inevitable.”

God, I hate the man, but he’s got a mammoth dick. She shook her head. “I hate you.”

Peter laughed. “Oh, I know that. But tell me you’re not wanting my dick in your arse, and you can go.”

That always felt incredible, and reluctantly, she realised she wanted to feel him inside her again. Her hand reached down and massaged his prominent boner. “I still hate you.”

Peter pulled a roll of banknotes from his shorts and stuffed them into her handbag. “I always pay my whores.”

Though she desperately wanted his dick inside her, Helen still couldn’t bring herself to hand the degrading cash back. She shook her head furiously. “I am not a whore!”

“I’ve paid twice already to fuck you. That makes you a whore.” He leered. “Admittedly, not a cheap one, but still a whore.” His hand reached into her blouse and tweaked her left breast, feeling her hard nipple. “And you’re excited already.”

Helen knew her pussy was gushing in anticipation. And being paid for sex did excite her; it meant she was desirable. She sighed. “Okay, I’ll let you fuck me.”

“See. Just another whore.” Peter grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”

Helen let herself be led behind the bar and upstairs to a plush apartment. The moment the door was closed, Peter spoke.

“On your knees, whore. You know exactly what to do.”

I hate him! Her hand crept involuntarily to his crotch, massaging his enormous erection. She dropped to her knees, unable to resist the thought of his dick sliding down her throat. His shorts and undies were quickly down around his knees. Peter's rigid pole bobbed in front of her, and she licked her lips.

Her right hand pulled back on his foreskin, exposing his shiny glans. Her head moved forward, and she wrapped her lips around his tip. Her hand slowly wanked his shaft as her head bobbed back and forth.

Peter sighed. “You are good at that.”

Helen smiled to herself. Her head pressed forward, and she coughed briefly when the engorged dick touched her tonsils. Undeterred, she pressed forward, slowly forcing his dick down her throat. When her nose pressed against his wiry pubes, she paused, holding herself there until she needed to breathe.

Her head pulled back, and Helen gasped for air before inhaling Peter's monster once more. She quickly established a rhythm where she'd suck him hard as her hand wanked his shaft, then she'd inhale his long dick. Peter started moaning. A few repeats later, he spoke.

“Enough,” Peter said. “I want to save my spunk for your arse.”

Helen was determined to disobey and continued her deep-throat blowjob, sucking hard. But he pushed her away violently. So hard, she sprawled on the floor.

When she stood, the brute ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying, and pulled it off her shoulders, exposing her large breasts. “Bend over the dressing table, bitch,” Peter ordered.

Helen knew the man was a brute, and there would be no gentle entrance into her backside. I can hardly wait. She discarded the ripped blouse and leaned over the dressing table, supporting herself on her elbows, and wiggled her bum. “Fill me up, then, you bastard.”

Helen felt his hands unbutton her tiny red skirt, which slithered down her legs and dropped to the floor. He ripped off her thong, the cords digging painfully into her, leaving her naked. When two oily fingers forced their way roughly into her tight sphincter, she squealed at the delicious pain. She tried to relax as the man's fingers violently and painfully frigged her backside for a few moments.

Shortly after, a hand grabbed her waist, and she felt his huge cock press between her cheeks. She braced herself, knowing the man would be brutal. Helen screamed when the mammoth cock thrust straight into her still-tight sphincter. Peter's monstrous dick rammed hard into her backside, his hands pulling back on her hips. It was delightfully painful. She felt his wiry pubes press against her silky buttocks.

God, I love his dick! “Bastard,” Helen whispered.

Peter laughed. “You love it, you anal whore.”

He knows me too well. She sighed with pleasure when his dick moved in her arse, pulling out, before slamming home once more. As always, the man was vicious, ramming violently into her back passage, with no thought of her pleasure. But she loved the brutal treatment, Helen reluctantly admitted to herself.

Peter's enormous, stiff cock pistoned relentlessly in and out. Helen felt her arousal quickly building and was soon on the edge of orgasm. She heard Peter moan behind her and knew that he, too, was close to climax. She hoped he'd last long enough for her to reach her peak, knowing he'd not care if he left her unfulfilled.

Two violent thrusts later, an intense climax swept through her. “My goodness, yes,” she squealed, feeling her muscles spasm and her sphincter clamp around his dick.

Peter moaned loudly behind her. “Take that, bitch,” he said. His groin slapped audibly against her arse.

Helen felt delicious warmth as his seed filled her back passage. His monster slammed several more times into her, depositing more jizz each time, as she shuddered in ecstasy.

The moment his balls were empty, Peter’s massive dick pulled out of her arse. Helen pulled herself upright, feeling spunk oozing down her legs. As always, Peter’s dick had been incredible, easily making her come. But now that he’d satisfied her, she wanted nothing more than to leave. He’s an appalling brute. She looked around for her clothing, intending to dress and leave, even though she was sweaty and knew her inner thighs were dripping with semen.

When she reached for her broken thong, Peter stopped her. “I’m not done with you yet.” He pointed at the bathroom. “Go and shower.”

Helen’s heart fell. She’d hoped that it would be a quick fuck, and done. “You’ve buggered me senseless, and I won’t do it again.”

Peter looked her up and down, leering. “You’re a fantastic fuck, so uninhibited. But that was just a bonus. I have other plans for you today. I've paid enough. More than enough.”

Her heart leapt. She grinned. “Is it Brad again? He’s wonderful.”

Peter merely laughed. He grabbed her hand. “Forget the shower. Come with me.” He led her, naked, towards the door to the street.

Helen managed to grab her bag and discarded clothing as he opened the door. She quickly thrust her arms into her ripped, red blouse, holding it closed across her chest.

Peter leered at her, grinning nastily. “You've been naked in public before, slut, so just come with me, like a good little whore.”

Helen knew she was flushed and sweaty. She felt his cum oozing down her legs; anyone who saw her would know she'd just been fucked. She shrugged. I'd better own it; I won’t give the bastard the satisfaction of thinking he’s humiliated me. She let her blouse fall open, exposing her impressive chest and neat blonde pubes. Peter led her down the steps, across the road, and through the deserted taverna opposite, towards the jetty. She was painfully aware of the stares she drew. She heard the click of several smartphones, heightening her sense of shame, but she smiled and kept her chin held high.

Peter took her to a powerboat at the end of the jetty, operated by a uniformed man she recognised. He'd retrieved her clothes for her on her first maritime adventure. A smile barely touched the man's lips. “Miss,” he said softly.

Relieved at seeing a familiar, friendly face, Helen smiled and allowed the man to help her aboard the sleek powerboat.

Once they were underway, Peter tossed a small bag towards her. Helen caught it.

“Put those on,” he ordered.

The bag contained a white blouse, a very short navy pleated skirt, knee socks, a tiny white thong, and black high heels. Some brightly coloured hairclips fell out of the bag. It was the schoolgirl outfit she had worn for her scene with Philippe. She slipped out of her ripped, red silk blouse, leaving her fully naked for a moment, before she quickly donned the outfit and stuck the clips into her hair.

A few minutes later, the boat scudded around the headland demarking Agios Stephanos bay, and Peter’s enormous yacht, The Wise Athena, hove into view.

Peter chortled. “I knew if you saw this, you wouldn't come.” He massaged his crotch. “But I know you can't resist a dick. Any dick.” He paused. “Such a slutty whore.”

Helen shook her head. Although she was ashamed, what he said was true.

As they approached the yacht, Peter turned to face her. “You're going to meet a man, and you will do anything he wants. You understand?”

Helen nodded meekly, instantly aroused by the thought of fucking another stranger. “Yes,” she said, trying to keep her excitement from her voice.

“Okay. Follow me, then.”

As she followed Peter off the boat, the uniformed man spoke softly as she passed him. “I'll make sure your things are safe and ready, miss.”

Helen smiled briefly and made the barest nod.

Peter led her below decks to the massive cabin she remembered. “I want him to owe me. So, whatever he wants. Make him happy. Right?”

Helen just nodded, wondering what perversions might await her. Peter led her into the luxurious cabin, where a man was waiting for them. He was younger than she expected, perhaps in his early thirties, casually dressed in a designer T-shirt and trousers.

The young, blonde man looked Helen up and down, staring at her large boobs barely restrained by the tight, schoolgirl blouse. “I really didn't believe you, you know,” the man said to Peter. “I expected some rough look-alike.” The man leered at her. “But it's definitely her! She looks so bloody innocent, as well.” He turned towards Peter. “And she'll do anything I want?”

Peter laughed, but Helen spoke up. “Ask me, not him,” she said sharply, knowing she sounded annoyed.

“Sorry.” The man grinned wryly. “You'll do anything I want?”

Helen looked down at the promising bulge in his trousers. She smiled. “Of course.”

The man shook his head slowly, grinning broadly. “I can't believe I'm about to fuck a pornstar.” He looked nervous.

Pornstar? It was just one scene. Then she remembered the casting on this very yacht, her participation in Jessica’s casting, and their antics on the beach afterwards. She blushed, realising just how much she had done on camera.

“Can I touch you?” the man asked, also blushing.

When Helen nodded, his left hand tentatively reached out and fondled her boobs in turn. “Are they real?”

Helen bridled. “Of course they're bloody real. I'm not some slutty chav.” The man's eyes were glued to her chest as she slowly unbuttoned the tight blouse. Helen made sure the blouse mostly covered her boobs until it was fully undone. She smiled when the man gasped as she pulled back the blouse, revealing her impressive chest. “See? Take a good, long look.”

Behind her, Peter laughed. “What a cheap whore.”

But the blonde man shook his head, staring at her exposed boobs, and looked apologetic. “Sorry, I didn't mean to offend.” His hand slowly reached forward again, tweaking her right nipple, then gently exploring her bronzed flesh. Both hands gently cupped her breasts, and he smiled, his blue eyes locked on hers. “They're perfect.”

Helen was proud of her big tits. They didn't sag, even slightly. The man's obvious appreciation of them made her decide that he might be okay. At least he was polite. She glanced at his bulging crotch, eager to see what was in store. “Do you want a blowjob?”

When the man nodded jerkily, Helen dropped to her knees. She grinned up at him and undid his trousers as he pulled off his T-shirt. Her hand massaged his erection briefly before she pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts. The man's stiff cock sprang free, waving in front of her face. Helen was only slightly disappointed. His dick was a respectable six or seven inches and fat, but not a monster like Peter's. She grinned, still excited. I'm about to be fucked by another stranger!

Helen opened her mouth and slowly took the man's unbending rod into her mouth. Her hand grasped his fat shaft, and she slowly wanked him as her head bobbed back and forth.

The man sighed. “Wonderful, far better than any girlfriend I've had.”

Helen grinned inwardly. He'll love this, then. Her hands grabbed his bum, and she forced her head forward, driving his dick down her throat. As usual, she coughed when his tip brushed her tonsils, but soon her lips were pressed against his blonde, wiry pubes.

The man exhaled deeply. “God, no one has ever done that to me before. It feels incredible!”

She was pleased the good-looking man enjoyed her efforts and decided to see how fast she could make him come. She set to her task, vigorously sucking his fat boner. She alternated between taking him down her throat and wanking his shaft as she sucked him. Before long, she felt him tense.

“I'm coming,” the man said urgently. “Do you mind if it's in your mouth?”

Helen ignored the silly question. She grasped his bum so he couldn't pull away and sucked hard as she bobbed her head. Moments later, she felt his buttocks clench and his hips thrust forward. Waves of hot jizz filled her mouth. She swallowed frantically, but another sticky jet filled her mouth to overflowing. Spunk oozed out past his engorged dick and dribbled down her chin. Finally, the stiff pole in her mouth stopped erupting, and she swallowed. Her head resumed bobbing as she sucked his dick clean.

The man laughed. “Given I've just come in your mouth, we should probably be introduced.” He held out his hand, next to where his dick was in her mouth. It was so incongruous that she giggled, almost choking on his dick. “Hi, I'm Carl.”

Helen pulled her head back, letting his slimy boner leave her mouth. She briefly grasped his offered fingers and grinned up at him, her lips still coated with his spunk. “Helen. Pleased to meet you.”

The man — Carl — smiled. “Helen. I wondered if that was your real name.”

Helen laughed. She shrugged the white blouse off her shoulders, grinning when Carl's eyes widened. “As you see, in the flesh.”

He shook his head slowly. “You look gorgeous. Even better than I imagined.” He looked down at her tiny skirt. “Can I finish undressing you?”

“Anything you want,” she said softly, liking the man even more.

Carl kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the trousers and boxers that were now around his ankles. Helen admired his slender but well-muscled physique as he knelt in front of her and undid the waistband of the tiny pleated skirt. She stepped out of it, leaving her wearing a tiny thong, black knee socks, and black high heels. His hand reached forward and gently ran over the triangle of her thong, before his fingers undid the ties and the thong dropped to the deck, revealing the neat, blonde triangle of wispy hair on her mound and her shaved slit with its prominent hood and exposed wrinkly lips. He smiled up at her. “I love your pussy already. I hate fully shaved women.” He paused. “Can I touch you there?”

Helen grinned down at him. “Remember: anything you want.”

She sighed when his fingers gently stroked her furry mound, and then a finger ran down her bare slit, pressing between her lips. It felt wonderful.

Carl stood. “Give me a twirl. I want to appreciate your fabulous pornstar body.”

Helen giggled, unused to such praise. She put her hands behind her head, thrust out her boobs, and slowly turned on the spot.

The man whistled in appreciation. “You look wonderful. Beautiful and so sexy,” he said when she completed her pirouette and faced him once more. Helen was surprised when he blushed. “Can I eat you out?” he asked, still sounding nervous. “I always make sure my partners enjoy themselves.”

Helen decided he deserved a good time. “I'd love that. Remember, anything you want,” she said, truly meaning it for the first time.

Peter snorted. “You don't need to worry about her enjoyment. Just fuck her brains out.”

Unfeeling monster. Helen glanced over at Peter, frowning. At least Carl cares if I enjoy it. The man had a camera trained on them. She stood, walked to the king-size bed, and lay on her back, making sure her pussy would be in reach. She lifted her feet onto the bed, pulling her high heels towards her, ensuring her knees spread wide apart. A pillow propped her head up, so she could see him between her knees. She leered at Carl. “Make me come.”

Carl shook his head, grinning. His gaze was fixed on her moist pussy. “I’m sure I will.”

He knelt on the floor in front of her. His hand gently stroked her neatly trimmed blonde pubes. A finger again slid down her shaved slit, parting her lips. He grinned. “You're dripping wet.”

His head bent towards her pussy. She gasped when his tongue probed between her labia, quickly finding her love bump. She sighed. “Yes, just there.”

The tongue flicked and teased wonderfully around her clit. Then a finger probed between her lips, probing the entrance to her tight, wet grotto. Helen basked in the sensations as the tongue and invasive finger slowly pleasured her. A second finger joined the first, and the rhythm suddenly changed. The two fingers frigged her hard and fast, hooking to expertly stimulate her.

That, combined with the intimate attentions of Carl's tongue, quickly aroused her, and a sudden, intense climax swept through her. Involuntarily, Helen's knees closed, squeezing Carl's head tightly between her knee socks. “My goodness,” she moaned softly, “that feels good.” Pleasure coursed through her, and she felt her pussy moisten. She writhed and bucked on the bed as his tongue and fingers stimulated her further.

When she descended from her peak, Carl lifted his face, wet and dripping from her juices. He grinned broadly. “See, I did make you come.” He paused. “I-” Another slight pause. “I'd love to fuck you. If that's okay?”

Helen stared at the man. She loved that he was still nervous, even after what they'd already done. She grinned and nodded enthusiastically. “I'd love you to. And don't be gentle; I love a good, hard pounding.”

Peter laughed. “There's the whore I know.”

Carl smiled. “If you're sure?”

Helen nodded enthusiastically. “I can hardly wait.” She shuffled further back onto the bed until her head was propped up by the pillows against the headboard. She leered between her raised, spread knees. “Come on, fill me up.”

Carl laughed. He crawled up the bed towards her, positioning himself above her. He smiled down at her. “Ready?”

Helen smiled back. “Yes,” she whispered, her pussy gushing in anticipation.

Carl's right hand reached back, and she felt his tip part her labia and rub along inside, seeking her tight entrance. She sighed when his tip pushed slowly inside. She smiled up at the man as his stiff weapon eased slowly into her wet snatch. “Don't be so gentle.” She leered. “I like it rough.”

The blonde man grinned back. “Your pussy is divine. So tight.”

But Helen felt a change in his approach. The fat dick quickly forced its way fully inside and started moving quickly in and out. She sighed in pleasure. “Better but not hard enough.”

Carl laughed. He grunted with effort as his dick hammered repeatedly into her. Helen felt her arousal slowly mounting. “Yes, like that.”

The muscular man was soon sweating, and his face above her was contorted with effort. Helen moaned softly with each hard thrust; it felt heavenly, even though it was far from the biggest dick she'd experienced. “I love your fat cock,” she sighed.

Helen wrapped her legs around him, locking her high heels together behind him.

“And I love your tight pussy,” Carl said as he slammed his dick into her again. “I can believe how tight it is. You're wonderful.“

From nearby, Peter laughed. “Sickening. You're not in love, just pound the whore.”

She glanced over. Peter was nearby, with his camera still trained on her. Helen moaned as Carl's stiff weapon pulled back and drove hard into her wet minge again. It felt fantastic, stretching her nicely and stimulating her wonderfully. Her excitement grew rapidly, knowing Peter was filming, and, more importantly, that Carl was loving it. She squealed and moaned softly with every thrust as she felt her climax approaching. “Goodness me, I'm coming,” she yelled when it swept over her. Again, intense pleasure rippled through her body, emanating from where her cunt clamped around the engorged dick inside her.

Carl exhaled, staring down wide-eyed into her eyes. “Can I come inside you?”

Helen nodded and pulled his head close. She kissed him passionately as she felt his dick twitch inside her, and a warm, wet flood of hot spunk filled her cunt, enough that she felt it ooze out and trickle down past her bum hole as he continued to shaft her.

After their ecstasy subsided, Carl collapsed onto her, staring into her eyes, with his dick balls-deep in her tight, cum-filled minge. “That was wonderful. Better than anyone else I've slept with.”

Helen felt a warm glow at the praise. “I'd love you to fuck me again, if you want to?”

Carl's handsome face beamed. “If that's okay? I'd love to!”

Helen giggled. “Remember, anything you want.” She paused for a moment, considering. “Roll onto your back, and this time, I'll ride you.”

Carl laughed softly. “Insatiable.”

His arms wrapped around her, and Carl awkwardly manoeuvred them until he lay on his back. Helen hooked her high heels over his thighs and sat back, sighing with pleasure as she impaled herself on his dick. She glanced to her left. Though she'd tried to forget his presence, Peter was still there, filming.

Helen started a slow, rising trot, careful not to let Carl's dick escape the first few times. He is shorter than I'd like. Nothing like Peter's monster. She grinned down at the man. He still made me come. “I'm so glad you're fucking me.”

Carl smiled. “So am I.”

Helen was determined to reach another climax with the man. She leaned forward, planted her hands on his broad chest, and worked her hips fast, impaling herself wonderfully on his rigid weapon. Her arousal grew, but it wasn't quite enough. “Pound me hard, please,” she implored Carl.

His hips bucked beneath her, ramming his dick hard and fast into her dripping snatch. Immediately, she felt the change. Pleasure rippled through her as he repeatedly pressed hilt-deep inside her. She stared down at his contorted, lust-filled face as his dick slammed violently up into her tight pussy. She knew another intense climax was building. “I hope you're enjoying yourself?” she managed to gasp out between vicious thrusts into her pussy.

He leered up at her. “Loving every moment. You look like a goddess, so pretty,” he moaned. “I love your tight cunt and that killer body. I can hardly believe you're letting me fuck you!”

The compliments drove her over the edge. Helen threw her head back, thrusting her big, perfect boobs forward, driving Carl's pork sword as deep as possible. “My goodness, I'm coming again,” she screamed as her vagina clamped around the invasive weapon and another wave of ecstasy swept through her.

Hands clasped her thrust-forward boobs, and strong fingers tweaked her hard nipples, adding to the pleasure coursing through her.

“Your tits are perfect,” Carl gasped as his hips slammed his dick up into her tight minge. “Can't believe I thought they were fake.”

Carl pounded her mercilessly for what felt like forever as she stared down into his blue eyes. Suddenly, he stopped with his dick embedded deep inside her. Helen sighed contentedly and smiled down at him.

Carl blushed, surprisingly, given his dick was deep in her tight twat. “Can I fuck you in the arse?” he asked, sounding nervous. “I've never done it, but you looked so hot with a dick in your backside, and you obviously loved it. So I'd love to try.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” Helen giggled. “I love a dick in my bottom.” She smiled reassuringly. “And don’t worry. I’ll tell you what to do.”

Carl smiled broadly. “That's what I hoped. I loved watching your arse being fucked by that French pornstar.”

“You've seen my scene, then?”

Carl laughed. “Oh yes, it’s just out. I loved it. ‘Anal Schoolgirls,’ whatever the number was. You looked so fabulous that when the preview of your casting showed you here, on Peter's yacht, I knew I just had to meet you, but I didn't really expect this.”

“Preview?” Helen asked. She knew the anal scene was out, but Brad hadn’t mentioned her casting.

Carl nodded. “About ten seconds. It showed you chatting to some black bloke on deck, then flashes of you in different positions.” He grinned. “You looked incredible.”

Helen blushed at the compliment, surprisingly pleased that Carl found her so attractive. She ground her hips against him, driving his dick deep into her pussy as she leered down at him. “We'd better get your fat cock into my backside, then.” She paused a moment. “From behind, doggy-style, I think.” She laughed lewdly. “My favourite.”

She lifted herself off Carl's erection. After briefly sucking it, she assumed the position on her hands and knees. She watched over her shoulder as Carl positioned himself behind her.

“Do I need to do anything first?” he asked, sounding nervous.

“Just slam it in there!” Peter said from across the room, sounding impatient.

Helen laughed. “Normally, yes, you'd have to stretch my hole first.” She giggled. “But that brute already violated me earlier, so just rub some lube on your dick.” Another giggle. “You'd probably better use a finger and put some in my bum as well.”

Shortly after, Carl was behind her again. She felt an oily finger press gently against her tight sphincter. “Yes, push it in.”

The finger slid into her back door. “God, that feels so fucking tight. Are you sure I won't hurt you?”

“Get on with it,” Peter said. “She loves it, and very hard.”

The finger moved in and out of her arsehole for a moment. Then she felt the familiar pressure of a dick nudging her entrance. “Push harder,” she giggled.

Carl snorted. “If you're sure.”

The pressure increased, and the tip of his dick slid suddenly inside her. Helen sighed with pleasure. “Keep going, that feels divine.”

Strong hands grasped her hips, and she felt the engorged boner slide ever so slowly into her backside.

“Wow, that's so tight. I've never felt anything like it.” He laughed. “Now I know why some men obsess about anal.”

Even though he wasn't balls-deep, she felt his dick pull back and then push forward again very slowly, driving deeper into her rectum. She moaned. “Yes, like that. But harder.”

Carl laughed. “Okay. I just don't want to hurt you.”

She sighed. “You won't. That feels divine, but pound me.” She laughed. “The harder, the better.”

She felt an increase in pace, and Carl's dick slowly and smoothly pistoned in and out of her derrière.

“I adore your bum,” Carl said in wonder. “It's so tight it's almost painful.”

Helen basked in the praise, savouring the sensations as Carl's boner moved inside her. She felt her arousal already building. “Faster,” she exhorted Carl.

Again, the pace increased. He wasn't pounding hard yet, but his dick moved in and out in long, smooth strokes, and each time, his groin slapped against her bum. Divine! A sudden wave of pleasure swept through her as she suddenly came. “My goodness, so soon!” she yelled as her sphincter clamped around Carl's dick.

Carl gasped and stopped shafting her with his dick deep inside her. “Is it okay?”

“Don't stop,” Helen moaned as passion swept through her in waves. “Pound me harder.”

The dick started slamming into her as her climax subsided. “Yes, just like that.” She giggled. “I've never come so quickly!”

“I'm doing it right, then?”

Helen laughed. “Oh yes.” The dick slammed violently into her derrière. “Keep that up.”

She lost herself in the fabulous sensations as his dick viciously pounded her, repeatedly stretching her insides. It wasn't long before she felt another climax approaching. This time, she could hear Carl panting and sighing behind her, and she knew he was close to the edge. Two hard thrusts later, her arse clamped around Carl's invasive pole. Helen pushed her hips back, driving the fat, rigid pole deep into her anus. “My goodness, yes! I love your fat dick up my bum,” she squealed, almost incoherent in the throes of her passion.

Carl groaned, and she felt the familiar warmth of jizz in her backside.

“I'm coming,” Carl sighed, redundantly.

His dick shafted her back entrance slowly until their mutual passion was spent. Carl stopped moving with his cock deep in her bum. Hands ran gently over her body. They stroked her bum cheeks and then slid slowly up her body to massage her big tits.

“Christ, you are so fucking gorgeous. I can't believe you've let me fuck you,” Carl said. “Both your holes are ever so tight, and you've no inhibitions at all!”

Peter laughed. “She's just another whore. A pretty one, I'll grant you, but still a whore.”

“I'm not a whore,” Helen whispered, feeling inexplicably guilty that she had taken Peter’s money.

Carl's hands gently explored her body, and a finger gently invaded her wet pussy.

Suddenly, Carl laughed, and his dick pulled out of her backside. Helen turned and sat upright, wanting to suck Carl's dick.

“I know it's a lot to ask, but can we both fuck you together?” Carl asked. “That was one of the positions in the preview, and you looked incredible sandwiched between the two men.” He laughed. “Obviously, I've never done that before either.”

Peter laughed. “Of course we fucking can.”

Carl ignored Peter, staring expectantly at Helen. She had been half hoping for, half dreading this moment. She leered down at the man's erection, wanting it back inside her, though she knew Peter would insist on reaming her arse. “Yes, I'd love that.”

Again, Peter's vile laugh. “This whore will do anything.”

“Do you mind if we do that? I mean, you will enjoy it, won't you?” Carl asked Helen nervously.

“It doesn't matter what the whore wants,” Peter said nastily, positioning his camera facing the bed.

Simultaneously, Helen replied, “Yes, I'll love it.” She grinned. “Two dicks inside me, stretching me, always feels marvellous.”

“Ride him,” Peter ordered her. “Then I'll climb aboard and fuck your slutty arse.”

Carl's hands gently stroked her body, running gently down her flanks before moving up to massage her flushed and sweaty boobs, and then tweak her bullet-hard nipples. “Would that be okay?”

Helen grinned, knowing Peter would ream her brutally. “It sounds wonderful.”

Once Carl lay on his back, Helen straddled his hips and guided his fat, engorged dick into her pussy. She sat down slowly, impaling herself on it, all the time staring intently into Carl's wide blue eyes. Once he was balls-deep inside her, she slowly squirmed in his lap, savouring the sensations. “Lovely.”

She leaned forward and kissed Carl passionately, awaiting the inevitable brutal invasion of her back passage.

“Spread her cheeks,” Peter said, from behind her.

Carl's hands grasped her buttocks, gently pulling her cheeks apart. She felt Peter's tip press against her sphincter. She broke her passionate kiss with Carl, knowing what was coming, and stared lustfully down into his eyes. She tried to relax, but still screamed when Peter's fat member slammed into her arse. It was excruciatingly delightful.

Carl's strong hands still clasped her bum gently. “Are you okay?” Carl asked softly.

Helen grinned, savouring the intense fullness and lingering pain. “I'm so full, I might burst.”

Carl's hands stayed clamped to her buttocks as the men moved inside her. Carl was awkward to start with, but quickly mastered the mechanics. Pleasure streamed through her as the men rammed into her abused holes. The intense fullness from the two dicks splitting her open, and the feeling of Peter's mammoth cock repeatedly violating her back passage, quickly worked its magic. Helen felt her climax fall upon her in an intense wave of almost painful ecstasy. “My goodness, I love this,” she whispered before she clamped her mouth over Carl's, and their tongues entwined as Peter brutalised her arse. It felt incredible.

Carl tensed beneath her, and his hips bucked, driving his dick deep into her vagina. She knew he had come, but felt barely a trickle inside her. She grinned to herself with satisfaction. Totally drained. She endured the rest of Peter's violent pounding until he, too, unloaded inside her.

“Are you satisfied now, bitch?” Peter asked as his dick withdrew from her, now sore, arse.

Helen lifted her face from Carl's and grinned down at him. “Totally.” After a moment, she silently mouthed, “Thank you.” She rested there, with his dick still inside her, before reluctantly dismounting.

“I'm getting showered,” Peter said. He glanced at Helen. “Join me, if you like.”

Helen shook her head. She glanced at Carl, hoping he would offer.

The moment Peter was in the small bathroom, Carl spoke. “You must get this all the time, but can I see you again?” he asked, looking nervous.

Apart from Giles, now unobtainable, no one she liked had ever asked to see her again. Helen glowed with satisfaction. She giggled, realising how much she had enjoyed his intimate attentions. “Maybe. Quick, give me your phone before the bastard comes back.”

Carl handed over a battered smartphone. Helen quickly typed in her number.  She felt oddly happy. Even if she never saw Giles again, this man, Carl, was okay. She grinned. Okay, not huge, but he still made her come several times, and intensely. She stared happily into his blue eyes, grinning inanely, fervently hoping he’d contact her.

Carl coughed. “Today was amazing. I've never do-”

He broke off when the bathroom door opened, and Peter walked in, still naked.

“Clean yourself up, and go,” Peter said dismissively. “But expect me to rent you again.”

“I told you. I’m not a whore.”

Peter laughed. The worst thing was that she knew she'd be unable to resist if he called her again.

Helen showered and dressed hurriedly in the schoolgirl outfit before he could change his mind. Sadly, Carl was gone when she emerged from the small bathroom. When she walked out onto the deck, the yacht was dropping anchor in Avlaki Bay. A uniformed sailor waited by the steps down to a waiting powerboat. The same man who had piloted it early was waiting. He handed her her clothes, neatly repaired and folded. “I hope everything was okay?” he asked quietly.

Helen smiled, shaking her head. “He's a brute. But Carl was lovely.”

“I apologise for Mr. Peter, miss.” He smiled. “But I'm glad you liked Carl. He's a decent man.”

She looked the man over. He was fit and well-muscled. She decided she wouldn't mind rewarding him. She slowly stripped naked, making a show of it, before putting on her own clothes. She knew the man was watching intently and was pleased by the noticeable bulge in his uniform.

Once dressed, she handed him the schoolgirl outfit. “Get rid of this, please. I hope I never see it again.”

The man smiled. “Of course, miss. I often have to burn similar outfits.”

Five minutes later, they were at the jetty. “Thank you for all your help,” Helen said, meaning every word.

The man nodded. “My pleasure, and may I say, I hope never to see you again?”

Helen giggled. “Never,” she echoed, knowing that she couldn't resist if the summons came.

When she climbed the steps up to the villa, she found her father, Jessica, and Nikki, sitting around the edge of the pool, their feet dangling in the water. All three were naked.

“We didn’t expect you back so soon!” Jessica said.

She took in the two cameras, the damp, screwed up towels, the pillows, and the shiny butt plug. The smell of sex was suddenly overpowering. “Daddy!” Helen said. “How could you?” She shook her head, trying to dismiss the lurid imaginings flashing through her mind, and fled inside the villa.