Moving. Kicking. Killing.DJ after DJ. Record after record. Mix after mix. Highs. Lows. Bass. Treble. Rhythms harder than a hammer. Sharper than a knif...e. Like the knives cutting into her soul. Chemical Heaven. Kirsten pushed herself against Paul again, his own top thrown aside, pressing her hot hard breasts against his hot hard smooth chest, his pierced nipple occasionally slapping against her hot hard nipple. They shimmied and swirled and pirouetted and glided. Flesh against flesh. And. “Life problems?”It was the guy sitting closest to her.Lisa looked up at him, “Oh yea.”She was already feeling the shots.“Mind if I ask what you do for a living?”Lisa clearly was overdressed for this place.Lisa smiled at them, “Me? I’m a whore. A big titted whore.”She reached up and pushed her boobs together to emphasize ‘big’.They just looked at her for a minute or so as Lisa looked around the room. The bar looked like a time capsule from forty years ago.“So. A whore, eh? Do you mind if I ask. I walked back through to the kitchen and inserted two fingers of my left hand in the centre of the warm apple pie and made a hole. As I moved my fingers inside it, my mind thought very dirty thoughts. I took my fingers out of the pie and then climbed onto the table and hovered over the pie positioning my dildo level with the hole, then lowered down; my dildo went straight in the hole of the warm apple pie. I began to fuck the apple pie slowly and it felt so good, so I moved faster. A mental. My legs were spread wide and my pussy and asshole were fully exposed."Holy shit. look at that big old pussy," the leader said. "You must fuck anything that walks to get a pussy that big." The others laughed as he walked over to the bed. Grabbing each of my lips in a different hand, he pulled them as far apart as he could. "What are you, some kind of a whore? You must really fuck a lot!"One of the guys got out a camera and started taking some pictures. "We need something to remember you by," he.