All he had to do was make it through the weekend, and the collar would be his. She had promised him when they heard about the “gathering” that if he were totally pleasing this weekend the collar would be his. She had taken him out to pick it out. It was a simple but handsome black collar with sharp spikes shining all over it. She told him it suited him it was very masculine and so was he. He had blushed at Her praise and felt his chest puff just a little tiring not to be too cocky. She had laughed and kissed him grabbing his crotch discreetly, leaving him with a raging hard-on. He still had it when She made him go pay for the collar. She had walked behind him saying loud enough for the clerk to hear “your going to be so sexy in just that pet” as she walked out of the shop. She could suck a fucking Bitch and it made him crave Her all the more.
He had not been sure he would be able to do the things she had asked of him this weekend but he wanted to just to please Her, to be Her chosen one. She had the stable but this would put him above them as Her favorite. Just thinking about it made him stiff. He knew he had to be careful he had seen Her pack the chastity devices. He did not mind them unless She needs some service of him during his restriction. Looking down he could not believe he was wearing nothing but chaps and chest leathers. She loved to see him dressed like this but when She had told him it would be his outfit for the entire weekend he had, had to fight so hard to simply state, “yes Ma’am, as you wish Ma’am.” But She had been so pleased by it that She had taken him hard that night. His butt squeezed together reflexively at the memory. But now he found it freeing, he noticed right away he was not the only slut being exposed, he also noticed that no one seemed to notice here.
T/they were settled around a huge fire now, he had been at Her heels all day She had, had him wear his cock collar and leash today to keep track of him refusing him the honor of a neck collar. T/they were at a Dom’s ranch it was private property and there was no one around for miles. He had had the pleasure of meeting Her every need today. It was like a dream come true T/they had truly stepped out of the vanilla world and it was exhilarating beyond words.
“boy”
“Yes, Ma’am” he moved to kneel in front of Her as he had taught him to do.
“Go get the glove and the gel pet”
he knew exactly what that meant, but asked
“Pardon Ma’am”
he regretted that now, the look She gave him. But She had been right to he had questioned Her in front of Her Brothers and Sisters. He wondered now as he as getting the things she requested what his punishment would be for that. He returned to Her quickly not wishing to raise Her ire any more than he and already. He knelt before Her his eyes lowered and his hands raised out in offering.
“Where you were boy”
he returned to Her side. She never missed a beat in the conversation as She pulled on the latex glove and applied the gel to the middle finger. He shivered knowing what was coming next, as She reached behind him, he tried not to flinch or falter as he raised his bottom for Her. He kept his head lowered in shame and humiliation at what was happening to him here in front of everyone. At first, he was so nervous he knew he was too tight but She did not stop She kept playing rubbing his “pussy” as She named it working him open and even if he wanted to he could not have resisted. The conversation around him became white noise as he started to react to Her fingering him. Without thinking he started rocking against Her hand, gods She knew how to make his pussy behave. Then it happened.
“Sister your slut dripping there has made Mine very hungry.”
“Then let the slut come feed”
Those words snapped him out of his fog, “Ma’am?”
She looked at him leaning in and saying loud enough for all to hear “You’re going to get your clitty sucked bitch, and you’re never going to question Me again. Understood?”
He couldn’t speak, he was so humiliated, She had spoken of this before but had never mentioned preparing for it, he was not at all sure he could let this happen. But then he saw that look in Her eyes, that look he could never resist, that totally erotic, lustful, evil, so hot look She had. She took out a remote butt plug and he knew he would do whatever She wanted. She worked it into him then told him to kneel; he did as he had been taught crossing his feet under his bottom holding the plug deep inside himself, his back straight and his hand flat on his thighs. Then She began to play with the controls turning it up little by little, he could feel his eyes roll into the back of his head. Then he felt the lips on his cock. He stiffened coming out of his pleasure but She had predicted this and taking him by the hair pulling his head back and exposing his neck for Her to suck and bite at, and again he was Hers. He felt Her fingers as they reach down and stroked his cock into the male sluts mouth. The way the little cocksucker was going at his cock you would swear he was going to suck it off. She kept watch and as he adjusted to each speed of the toy in his pussy She would raise it up. He was so lost in the feeling that he had not even realized he was about to cum when suddenly his hands were on the back of the sluts head and he was shooting buckets down his throat. As it passed he began to realize what he had just done, he pushed the cocksucker away and very controlled.
“Mistress may this one be excused”
She nodded in response and he stormed back to the trailer. The rush the embarrassment he took out his book and began to write. He knew she would read it later but this was his safe book he could say whatever he wished here and She would not hold it against him. So he began
You fucking BITCH how could you do that to me how could you. We had talked about this and I told you from the beginning it was not something I wanted you could get one of the other stable boys for that I wasn’t into it.
Then he felt Her he suddenly knew She was standing behind him. Her arms wrapping around his shoulders as She read what he wrote. Her touch was amazing he lived for the touch of Her fingers on him. He felt Her lips brush his ear as She whispered to him
“That My sweet slut was the biggest rush a pet has ever given Me, thank you My sweet slut.”
She settled into his lap.
“Do you want Me to leave you to write pet?” She said while kissing his nipples
“No Ma’am”
“Good”
he felt himself giving into Her responding to Her wanting Her, he could feel Her need to take him like the dog he was. She stood and reaching for him by his cock She pulled him into the bedroom. She crawled up onto the bed and looking back at him through gritted teeth She hissed, “Fuck Me dog”. The words had no sooner left Her mouth then he was behind Her doing as She bid. He let his rage flow into his passion for Her and lost himself in the sound of Her pleasure. When She was spent he lowered Her softly to the bed and began kissing Her tummy a pleasure he was allowed without request. She pet over him.
Then he felt Her reaching for something.
“What is it Ma’am I will get it for you”
“No pet this is something I will get”
Then as She sat up he saw it, the collar, She reached around his neck doing it up.
“Tomorrow you will wear your collar and show the others what you have earned by pleasing Me so tonight.” With that, She kissed him and curled up against his chest. He held Her close and gently rubbed Her body till the two fell asleep.
The scene: She is in her bed masturbating while her husband is watching TV in the living room. She has forgotten to draw the blinds, its dark outside and the lights in the room are on, she is completely exposed. Then she freezes, she notices the stranger right outside her window, watching intently. She is naked, her legs are spread and while one hand works a dildo inside her, the other holds a vibrator to her clit. The stranger sees everything, yet she can’t stop herself, she stares right at him as she pleasures herself.
And then she sees him walking to the french doors that lead from her room to the backyard, apparently, they were left unlocked tonight. Slowly, so slowly, he tries the latch and opens the door while she lies frozen, unable to move, unable to call out. He can hear the TV in the other room, but he is bold and without any words, he walks over to the bed and takes her by the hand, and stands her up. She is dripping wet, nipples hard, knees shaking as he looks her over, his hands on her tits, between her legs. She can see how hard he is through his jeans and that just makes her even wetter.
He pushes her down to her knees and undoes his belt and takes his cock out, jerking it off in front of her face. A thick cock, hard with a nice drip of cum on the end already. And then his hands are on the back of her head and his cock is in her mouth, in an instant. He pumps her mouth for a while, but she knows he wants more, she is right.
He stands her up again and turns her around and bends her over the edge of the bed. She feels so deliciously filthy as she notices she is consciously tilting her ass up for him, she wants that cock inside her and he is quick to take the invitation. Deep strokes, she takes it all, reaching down to touch herself as he fucks her faster, harder. She’s making some noise now, but she doesn’t care, she has given in entirely to the experience. And when she cums all over the stranger’s cock, he can’t hold it back any longer- he pulls out and shoots all over her ass and lower back.
It’s at this point that they both hear a long, low, “Ohhhhhhh” and notice that her husband is in the doorway watching, cock in hand, shooting some cum of his own just in time for them to see. Without a word, the stranger pulls up his pants and giving her cummy backside a playful spank, he leaves the way he came in. And as he looks back through the bedroom window, he sees the husband and wife embracing, his cum still dripping off her. He is glad he could help and so are they.
MFM fantasy she’d like to live out
Two men have met up to jerk off together but ooops, it turns out the house is not empty like they thought. As they quietly enter the bedroom, they find a woman in a nightgown and panties, mask over her eyes, asleep. She is restless and clearly having an erotic dream of some kind, her hand is between her legs, she’s gently touching herself.
The guys get really turned on by this and undress, begin touching each other. Then they get braver, hands run over her body, her breasts, between her legs. Carefully and without waking her, they slowly slip her panties off, hike up her nighty and part her legs. Very gently they begin to massage her clit and lips, slip a finger inside her. They need to taste her and they take turns licking, all the while making sure to not wake her up.
Since it’s clear that she’s not going to wake up, they make the logical decision that they should both fuck her, so someone carefully gets on top of her and with her body limp beneath him, starts to fuck her slowly and gently, firmly, deeply. The other begins to rub his cock on her lips and in her dream state, she opens her mouth and begins to lick and suck. Of course, they swap positions after a while.
When they can’t wait anymore, they lift her nighty higher to expose her breasts and begin to masturbate, touching themselves and each other, pulling on her hard nipples. It doesn’t take long until she has two loads of cum on her tits and stomach, the guys pull her nighty back down and leave the room, thankful she never did wake up.
The nice little stranger fantasy She has
The scene: She is in her bed masturbating while her husband is watching TV in the living room. She has forgotten to draw the blinds, its dark outside and the lights in the room are on, she is completely exposed. Then she freezes, she notices the stranger right outside her window, watching intently. She is naked, her legs are spread and while one hand works a dildo inside her, the other holds a vibrator to her clit. The stranger sees everything, yet she can’t stop herself, she stares right at him as she pleasures herself.
And then she sees him walking to the french doors that lead from her room to the backyard, apparently, they were left unlocked tonight. Slowly, so slowly, he tries the latch and opens the door while she lies frozen, unable to move, unable to call out. He can hear the TV in the other room, but he is bold and without any words, he walks over to the bed and takes her by the hand, and stands her up. She is dripping wet, nipples hard, knees shaking as he looks her over, his hands on her tits, between her legs. She can see how hard he is through his jeans and that just makes her even wetter.
He pushes her down to her knees and undoes his belt and takes his cock out, jerking it off in front of her face. A thick cock, hard with a nice drip of cum on the end already. And then his hands are on the back of her head and his cock is in her mouth, in an instant. He pumps her mouth for a while, but she knows he wants more, she is right.
He stands her up again and turns her around and bends her over the edge of the bed. She feels so deliciously filthy as she notices she is consciously tilting her ass up for him, she wants that cock inside her and he is quick to take the invitation. Deep strokes, she takes it all, reaching down to touch herself as he fucks her faster, harder. She’s making some noise now, but she doesn’t care, she has given in entirely to the experience. And when she cums all over the stranger’s cock, he can’t hold it back any longer- he pulls out and shoots all over her ass and lower back.
It’s at this point that they both hear a long, low, “Ohhhhhhh” and notice that her husband is in the doorway watching, cock in hand, shooting some cum of his own just in time for them to see. Without a word, the stranger pulls up his pants and giving her cummy backside a playful spank, he leaves the way he came in. And as he looks back through the bedroom window, he sees the husband and wife embracing, his cum still dripping off her. He is glad he could help and so are they.
I walk into your house, it is not dark, from all of the candles that are lit. It looks and feels so warming. I am already wet, for I know what we will be doing tonight. We have talked about this for SO long.
We want a threesome, a threesome that includes you, me and your best friend. He, in both of our opinions, is HOT. You have kissed him before, feeling his mouth all over your lips, sucking his tongue, his teeth and tongue all over you – nibbling his way down your neck … lightly nicking your collar bones. I’ve seen the pics – and I needed to see this in person. This time we will tape it – so we can all play, all watch.
As I walking, I hear my heels clicking on your tile floor. I am dressed in all white – white corset with black lace, white garters, and stockings – no panties, a trench coat, and black pumps. This is my virginal outfit for you – it is the first time that we will all be together.
As I walk into the kitchen, you are both sitting at the table, laughing – joking about something, drinking a beer. As you see me come in, you smile. I am nervous – for I have never been so open with anyone …. not even you.
You stand up and walk over to me. Just watching you walk makes my heart beat faster. You – so muscular, ALL male, wearing a white t-shirt, faded blue jeans and barefoot. You are the epitome of a strong man. Someone who can overpower me with a glance, hold me down and take me with one hand … and also the most sensual, gentle lover I have ever experienced. You know when I need to be made love to – soft, and slow, how to make me cum over and over and over again. You also know how to ride me so hard that I will not be able to walk for days.
You finally make your way over to me – and start unbuttoning my coat. You smile, lightly kiss my lips. You tell me that I am late – you were waiting for me.
I let my coat fall to the floor. You grab me hard and kiss me fully… your mouth is on fire .. so hot I feel it in my loins. You are grabbing my ass and I start moving my hands through your hair. I hear your friend at the table start moaning and moving towards us.
He looks a little like you – so manly. I can see that he has already started to unbutton his pants. His eyes are so dark – he wants to join in – I can tell. You introduce us – and want us to become great friends. I smile at you, at him, and he kisses me too. More gently than you – his lips so soft. I can already see that he is becoming excited. You are moaning .. starting to take your clothes off.
My mind is spinning. I can’t believe I am doing this – but I want this – want you SO badly.
You look at me and say that I will do everything that you two command – NO questions asked. I nod and smile.
Your pants and shirt are off, and your friends are slowly coming off too. You both grab my hands and lead me to the living room.
There are pillows all over the floor, ropes, and a bench of some kind. You lead me over to the bench and tell me to kneel, with my chest over the bench. I follow your orders, and you slide right up behind me. Very nice you say as you spread my legs wider. Your friend has knelt in front of me, looking slightly up I can see the hunger in his eyes, the smile on his lips.
light bondage
You slide your hands down to my ankle … as you tie a rope around one, and then the other. You slide a spreader bar in and then tie my ankles to the bench. Your friend has tied my wrists to the bench too.
I feel completely open – vulnerable. I am so wet it is running down my thighs. You slide your finger in and tell me that is just what you like, as you put your fingers in my mouth and I lick them clean.
You tell me that you are going to fuck me – you are both going to fuck me after I watch you two play. You know that I want to pleasure myself, so since I am a bad girl, you did not want me to touch .. I can’t pleasure myself why I watch you …. OOOH that is the best and the worst punishment for me. You know me – and you know that I need to cum … I want to cum.
I feel you stand up, and you walk over to your friend. He is still on his knees. You look at me, smile, and then look at him. Your cock is right at his mouth. He opens up and begins to suck you. Oh — I LOVE watching him suck you – wrapping his tongue all around you, licking and sucking your balls. You are moaning, looking down and him, telling him, asking him if he likes sucking your cock. I moan – you smile and look at me. You KNOW I like sucking your cock and want to taste your cum.
Your hips are moving and your friend is going to town on you. His cock is SO hard .. I see the precum forming on the tip. I want to lick and suck him off – but I can’t move!!!
You see it in my eyes — You KNOW I want your cum … and his. This was to be our first Bukkake, but I can tell that you would love to finish in his mouth – or in his ass. That turns me on even more.
You stop fucking your friend’s mouth and lean down to kiss him, long, slow, I see your tongues moving … I can imagine them moving all over my clit, my lips… my tits. I moan even louder.
You ask me if I want some of your friends. I say yes -please god yes. You laugh. And tell me that I’m a good little cum slut – that I will have my turn … in a minute.
You get on all fours, and he grabs the lube. I know that you will love this – we BOTH love anal. I am so hot I am making puddles on the floor. You position yourself on the cushions – your ass in the air. I see him slowly starting to slide it in you ….. ohhh and I know that feels soo good for you. Watching him slowly pump in and out of you – my ass is aching for him to fuck me … to fuck me slow and deep just like you. Hearing you and seeing you take him makes me want you even more. Your cock is sooo hard — I want you in my mouth, in my pussy, I just NEED to touch you!!!!
You tell your friend to cum on my face .. he is happy to oblige. He pulls out and cums all over my face and my mouth. ooh god, that feels soo good!!
You smile at me and kneel before my mouth. You slide your cock in my mouth, putting your hands on my jaw bones. You tell me how lovely I look like your little cum slut, and how you want me to venture out and take everyone’s cum – just for you. I feel you grow bigger in my mouth as I am twirling my tongue, sucking. My hips are moving – I want his dick in my ass so bad!!!
You tell your friend to take care of me. He is stroking his cock, and I know that he’s going to fuck my ass. He cums around and positions himself between my legs. I feel him slowly enter my ass – oooh he feels SOO good!! As he is pumping me, he reaches around and starts to rub my clit. I am moaning so loud around your cock!! Sucking and licking and moaning …. I am in heaven.
You are both fucking me, and I love it. I feel my first orgasm building and can tell you are almost there. You tell me to suck you cock, take as many cocks as you tell me to – that I am your cum slut and you know I need it .. as I came.. you pull out and cum ALL over my face, as your friend pulls out and cums all over my back.
WOW – and next time you say that you want to see me with 5 guys. I know I want that, and it’s great to know that you want that for me too. I will always be your little girl, your cum slut. You own me – and I always do as I am told.
Ever since he first pondered the idea, Jason has been turned on by the thought of sucking a cock. He isn’t attracted to men as a whole, but the cock is special. He loves the sight of one, and he often watches porn simply for the sight of an ejaculating, throbbing cock, spurting forth onto the face and into the mouth of an awaiting woman. He often fantasizes about what it would be like to be on his knees, taking the length of a cock, teasing, sucking and licking it until it exploded in his mouth.
While with a woman, Jason prefers to please her. He, of course, loves getting something back in return – oral, vaginal, anal or otherwise – but most of all he loves his mouth on a woman, the taste exquisite. Pleasing women was all he really wanted to do and was enough to push him over the edge during prolonged sessions of eating a woman.
If you can find anything good, have a good time!
While checking his e-mail during breakfast, Jason finds that his girlfriend, Kate, sent him a link to a new social networking site dedicated to singles and swingers, simply stating “If you can find anything good, have a good time! ;)”. They have an open relationship, but up to this point never had more than each other at the same time. She only recently discovered his cocksucking fantasies and was more than accepting, telling him tales of her own experiences, describing them with vivid detail. Currently, Kate is on a two-month business trip overseas and he has no current ‘friends’.
Jason had never used a dating site but decided to browse the site anyway, eventually stumbling upon the “Couples” category in New York state. He digs through a few pages of listings until one catches his eye.
“Bi couple looking for bi or bi-curious male or couple looking for a fun relationship, non-sexual not required. Very open and are willing to teach.”
It was short and sweet, but the offering also pictures the couple in an embrace. Jason is blown away by the beauty of the woman, who was wearing only a short, plaid skirt and a sports bra. Having a foot and leg fetish, her bare feet and legs turns him on even more. The man is wearing a black t-shirt and spandex pants, which made his bulge very prominent. It’s dated three weeks ago and Jason is sure someone has taken them up on the offer, but he e-mails them anyway, expressing his interest, including a shot of himself, and goes off to work.
While at work, Jason finds it hard to concentrate, constantly thinking of the slim possibility of being with the luscious woman and sucking the man’s cock. He checks his e-mail throughout the day and exchanges texts with Kate. He had sent her the ad and she said she was turned on as well and hoped he’d be able to be with them.
Just as Jason is gathering his things to head home, an email comes in. It’s the couple.
“Hi Jay!
We’re really interested in you. Mike told me he thought you looked hot and I couldn’t disagree. What are you into? What’s your story?
Cass”
Wide-eyed, Jason’s cock twitched as he quickly typed out a quick response.
“Cass and Mike,
I’m in a hurry at the moment – got to get home – but I thought I’d drop you a line.
I’m currently in a relationship. We’ve been going out for about a year now and we’ve tried it all, alone. We’re very open, but we’ve never done anything together if you know what I mean, and unfortunately, she’s away on business.
I’m really into giving oral to women, and while I’ve never tried it, am into the thought of sucking a cock. I’m also a leg and foot man, and your photo really hit the spot in that department.
-Jay”
Several e-mails are exchanged over the next few days. They inquiry each other about procedures – all being clean they would not be using condoms – fantasies and whatnot, as well as exchange several pictures of Mike and Jason’s cocks and leg and ass shots of Cass. After about two weeks, they decide to meet up that weekend. Cass suggests their house – only about two hours away – and Jason accepts.
The morning Jason is to go to their house he’s extremely hard thinking of what’s to come. Three days prior he and Kate had a webcam session, both masturbating to the thought of Jason finally having a man and the thought of having Cass. He hadn’t masturbated since, wanting to increase the pleasure he would receive.
Jason drives to their house, thoughts of cocksucking and pussy eating running through his mind. Cass had urged him to bring some toys, so he brought three of Kate’s favorites along – a black buttplug, a 9 inch, relatively thick dildo, and a 6-inch vibrating dildo, all in a discrete bag.
He arrives about 3 PM, their house in virtually the middle of nowhere, their closest neighbor seemingly a mile away. He drives up their long driveway and parks behind their car. As he gets out of his car and opens the trunk to grab the bag, Mike comes out dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. “Hey there!” he blurts out, startling Jason. “Let me take this bag for you!” Jason gives him the bag and shakes his hand, trembling in anticipation. “Let’s go in,” Mike laughed.
As he enters the house, Cass is sitting on the couch, legs crossed. She’s wearing a very short black skirt and a tank top, her breasts filling it quite nicely. “Come in! Sit! Sit!” Cass playfully exclaims, patting the spot next to her. Jason walks over, eyeing her over, taking in her beauty. He sits down.
“So,” she begins, “you’re Jason.” Jason nods, a sudden sense of shyness comes over him. “Hm, you seem a bit tense. Mike? Get use a bottle of wine.” Mike enters and pours them both a glass of red wine before pouring one for himself.
Her divine legs
After a little small talk and three glasses of wine, Cass puts her glass down. “I’ve noticed you’ve been eyeing my legs. Go ahead, touch ’em!” And with that, Jason puts his hand on her thigh, smooth and muscular, and sighs. “That’s right, hon.” After a little bit of kneading, he puts his glass down, gets on his knees and begins licking her legs. She’s clearly enjoying it, watching on with a fire in her eyes. He travels down and up her leg, finally reaching her feet. He sucks her big toe into his mouth and she sighs, moving her legs apart and revealing that she isn’t wearing any panties, her juices soaking the back of her skirt.
After a bit of playing with her feet, Jason begins to make his way to her pussy, slowly licking up her legs and into her thighs, gently pushing her legs apart in the process. She throws her head back in silence as he finally makes contact with her pussy. She’s very wet and Jason licks her clean, mopping up her juices with his tongue.
While Jason licks Cass, Mike comes over rock hard with nothing on. He sits on the couch next to Cass, kissing her passionately while watching him pleasure her. Mike removes her bra, her breasts falling against her chest and he gently suckles on her breast. A sudden flow of juices comes from her cunt, covering Jason’s face as Cass trembles in pleasure.
After a bit of time, with Jason continuing to work Cass over, now lightly fingering her cunt, Cass leans over and begins to suck Mike’s cock slowly. This sends a chill through Jason, his cock jolting at the sight of Mike’s large cock going in and out of Cass. Suddenly, she motions for Jason to join her. After a final suck on her clit and a deep inhale of her aroma, he crawls over to Jason. He watches for a moment, taking in the sight of Cass’s full lips taking in Mike’s cock.
Monster cock
He finally begins to lean in as Cass pulls away slightly. She intercepts Jason and kisses him deeply, allowing some of Mike’s precum to fall into his mouth. Only ever tasting his own cum, Jason is in ecstasy. She stops kissing him and smirks. He examines the large, throbbing cock once more before taking the head into his mouth. He sucks lightly at first, the relatively soft head pulsating warmly. He begins to use his tongue, licking underneath and around the shaft. Cass joins in, crawling under Jason to lick Mike’s balls.
Jason starts a rhythm, sucking the cock in and out of his mouth. Mike taps him on the back of the head and Jason leans in. He manages to suppress his gag reflex to allow the increasingly pulsating cock down the back of his throat. He manages about three-fourths before he has to pull out, catching his breath and going back to work, repeating this several times, having to allow the precum to drip from the sides of his mouth.
Cass starts to lick up the shaft and meets Jason’s cheek, kissing at it until he releases the cock from his throat and kisses her on the lips, leading her to the head of the cock. They both flick their tongues around it. Eventually getting into a pattern, one begins working the balls while the other sucks. Mike begins to groan in pleasure as Jason feels Mike’s cock fill with blood and begin to bob in his mouth.
Cass pulls Jason off as he whimpers. She giggles. “Don’t worry, you’ll get some cum, but not yet.” Mike sighs in pleasure, his cock jerking, wanting to cum. Cass gets up and lets her skirt fall to the floor. She takes Jason’s hand and leads him into the bedroom, his cock now ready to burst from his jeans. “Time we got a little more acquainted. Don’t worry, Mike will be with us in a bit.”
With that, she takes his shirt off, licking and sucking his nipples in the process, and leads his hand to her cunt, again dripping went. She takes his pants off, his cock standing straight out, and lays on the bed, ass in the air. He walks over as she again leads his hand to her cunt, coating it and making it slick. “I want you to take that hand and shove it in my ass.” He does as he’s told and puts a finger in her ass after lubing his hand up. It’s a tight fit and he begins to pump slowly with one finger.
Jason leans in and begins licking her cunt as he fingers her. He delicately begins inserting another finger, and another, until his whole fist is in her ass. Still eating her cunt, he begins to faster and faster fuck her ass with his fist. “FUCK IT! FUCK IT!” she screams as he increases the speed. She begins to violently shake as she squirts, soaking the bed’s sheets and Jason’s face once again.
How about more than just sucking?
She collapses on the bed as Jason pulls out of her. She motions him to lay next to her. He does and she kisses him deep. “Do you want his cock in your ass?” Jason’s eyes light up. He’d never really put much thought into it, but considering his cock has not been touched yet, he was into anything. He also had done some anal play with Kate, so it wouldn’t be a first. “Yes!” Jason devilishly said. He looks towards the door and notices Mike standing there, cock bigger than before, stroking it. He walks in.
Jason positions himself on his knees on the bed, with his head between Cass’ legs for easy access. Mike comes up behind Jason, his cock glistening with precum and lube, and ready himself behind him. “Ready?” Mike asks. Jason can only let out a muffled sound, as he has already begun working on Cass’ pussy, dildo in hand and tongue deep inside her, licking out any reminisce of her last squirt.
Jason feels Mike push against his asshole. He lets out a low moan as he feels the thick cock penetrate. Mike slowly works his way in, inch by inch, Jason wincing in pain and pleasure. After his ass swallows the entire cock, to the balls, Mike begins to pull out. He does this several times, each time the initial pain subsiding until it turns to pure pleasure.
The sensation is amazing as Jason feels the cock get harder and throb faster in his ass. Mike begins to pump faster as Jason starts up on Cass’ cunt, wet once again. They get into a rhythm, Mike pumping in as Jason pumps the dildo into Cass, and out again.
After ten minutes of fucking and sucking, Cass begins to grip Jason’s hair as he lays his mouth into her. Just as she begins to cum again, Mike grabs Jason’s cock, now incredibly hard and throbbing, and begins to jack it as he pumps away on his ass. When Mike senses Cass’ orgasm subsiding he pulls out of Mike, who was close to orgasm and brings his cock to him. Jason allows Mike to enter his mouth as Cass crawls between his legs and begins sucking his cock, eventually mounting it.
Sucking harder, Mike groans in pleasure and thrusts his cock deep into Jason’s mouth one last time. He pulls back a bit and sends blast after blast of hot cum into Jason’s mouth and down his throat. This being too much, Jason finally releases inside of Cass, his orgasm seemingly lasting more than a minute. Cass leans down as Mike finishes and kisses Jason, sucking some cum out of his mouth and sharing it with Mike while gyrating on Jason’s cock. They all collapse on the bed, fulfilled.
The sound of my domme car returning does not awaken me. It is only the sound of her keys clanging as they turn in the lock, quickly followed by her footsteps on the stairs that break my sleep. Groggily I open my eyes, wishing my hands were not trapped in the mittens and I could rub the sleepiness from my eyes. I am completely oblivious to just how long I have slept, except that it appears to be late afternoon.
“Did you have a good nap puppy?” She asks, rhetorically of course, as I am forbidden to answer. “Mommy had a very productive afternoon. I got a lot of important things done. I also brought a friend of mine home to see you. I want to show off my new pet. Let’s bring you down to make friends.” She unlocks the kennel doors and I slowly rise to all fours and stick my neck out of the door, allowing her to attach the lead to my collar. I am mildly aroused at the thought of being paraded in front of one of her friends. The exhibitionist in me is excited by the prospect of prancing about naked in front of another woman, even in such a humiliating posture, and I would be more than happy to entertain my Mistress’s friend sexually as well. The thought of being ordered to serve two women is having a powerful effect on me and I can feel my cock stiffening. I proudly descend the steps ready for my role in this impromptu “dog show.”
But the figure that greets me in the living room causes me to do a double take. It is not what I was expecting at all. The man sits back casually on the sofa, his tall black leather motorcycle boots facing me and his long, blue jean covered legs are stretched out straight. He wears a plain white T-shirt that emphasizes his muscular chest and powerful biceps which contrast sharply with his steely grey hair and salt and pepper beard. I feel a moment of panic before slowly calming down and excepting that for this weekend I am at this woman’s disposal, to be shown off to whomever she pleases.
His bitch, his piece of meat
“So, this is the new bitch huh?” The man smiles pleasantly at her, his eyes lingering on me as he looks me up and down.
“Yes, not a bad specimen for the internet is he?”
“Well, I wouldn’t know about that. I can’t tell very well from over here.”
She tugs my leash hard and jerks me over towards the man. He sits upright and leans forwards she hands him my leash. He jerks it hard and directs my head away from the couch, toward my Mistress’s feet while his other heavy, calloused hand grabs my hip and pulls my ass close to his knees. He moves his hand over my ass and I squirm slightly, uncomfortable with the implications as the stranger fondles my buttocks.
“Hmmm, nice tight buns. I like that at least.” He observes pleasantly as he kneads my bottom in his hand. Then he grips my collar directly with one hand, forcing my head down and holding me still while he slaps his powerful hand down on my right buttock. I can imagine the crimson palm print that resounding thud must have left on my backside.
I direct what must look like pleading puppy dog eyes to my Mistress, expecting her to protest this unearned punishment, but my fleeting look at her round face reveals a smile of pure pleasure. He spanks my bottom a few more times, alternating from buttock to buttock. After only a half dozen heavy blows my ass is stinging so much that I am dreading each further blow. He then proceeds to rub my rump, his big hand traveling across my now sensitive rear until his giant thumb comes to rest against my tight anal bud.
“I bet this is nice and tight too.”
“It certainly is.” My Mistress replies, all smiles.
“I’d really like to stuff these buns someday.”
“I think that can be arranged. But I’m exercising prima nocte. You’ll have to wait until after I’ve exercised my first night privileges and taken his virginity.”
The man’s thumb is busy prying its way to my sphincter even as my Mistress speaks. I’m shuddering as I listen to the conversation in which they are discussing the use of my body as casually as if I am a piece of meat at the butcher’s. Privately I make up my mind that after this weekend I will not contact this woman again and thus avoid being forced into homosexual servitude.
The man seems to tire of my hole and I feel his hand slide down and grasp my scrotum. He makes a tight ring with his thumb and finger and pulls down on my balls.
“Not too big. But I’m sure you’ll find a lot of ways to have fun with these.” He squeezes the sack tight at its base and prods my testicles with the tip of his pinky. “If I were you I think I’d attach the leash to these instead of around his neck.”
“Oh the dog is coming along quite nicely with my training methods. Let go and I’ll give you a little demonstration.”
The man releases his grip on both my collar and my balls and as my Mistress calls me to her.
She snaps her fingers, “Sit.” and I obey. “Roll over.” I go through the motion. “Play dead.” I lie on my back, knees up, feet in the air, arms hanging above my chest.
“That’s a pretty picture with the bitch on her back and her legs sticking up in the air.” The man mocks.
She snaps again. “Go sniff Ken’s crotch. Show him what a good dog you are.”
Reluctantly I obey, crossing on all fours to where the man is sitting up now, watching intently. Slowly i edge my head between his thighs which he spreads wide for me in anticipation. I go through the exaggerated motions of flaring my nostrils and breathing heavily a few inches from the zipper of his jeans. He suddenly closes his legs, trapping my head between his thighs. My Mistress laughs mirthfully at my predicament. I can see the growing bulge inside his jeans as the man grips my ponytail and drives my face right into his crotch. I can feel his hard cock pressing through his jeans and rubbing against my face.
“Feel that dick bitch. Feel it. Boy, I bet your dribbling over that bone. That’d be something for you to chew on. And when I fuck you boy you’re going to yelp like the bitch you are.” He’s rubbing my face into his prick as he torments me and the only response from my Mistress is a bit of a chuckle.
“I really should put him out though. I’ve been gone an awfully long time. The little mutt is probably ready for a pee.”
The man grunts, reluctantly letting go of my hair and taking me by the leash once more. “So you’re making her squat in the backyard like a proper bitch?”
“Of course. A dog like that certainly can’t be trusted not to drink out of the toilet.”
“Good for you. It’ll put the boy in his place. Control all the basics at first: food, sleep, shit, piss and you’ll soon be in total control.”
Beat the shit out of me
“That’s certainly the idea.” She takes my leash from Ken’s hand and the two of them make the trek to the sliding door, prodding me along in front of them.
While the routine should be familiar by now I find the man’s presence intimidates me and I feel doubly humiliated as my Mistress prods me to complete this most personal of bodily functions before the eyes of a total stranger. “Go on dog, we haven’t got all day. Show the nice man how you pee.”
I’m probably blushing when I eventually manage to release another golden stream. My piss splashes to the earth with a hiss, watering the grassy lawn.
“And now how about number two.” Ken remarks jocularly and to my growing horror while giving my ass another heavy-handed slap.
My Mistress pauses as if considering, and then remarks in an agreeable tone, “Why not, its probably been about a day for him now.” She jerks my chain hard, “You heard the man, squat!”
I close my eyes and wish that I was somewhere, anywhere, else. I realize that this whole adventure is a total mistake. How could I have let my horny imagination lead me to this degradation? I am convinced that I have allowed myself to be led about by my dick and it has now led me to my downfall. I consider protesting, in a moment of panic, but I know that I am better off playing along. My ordeal will be over in another 24 hours.
I move my arms forward and squat back, my heels resting on the soft earth. But nothing happens. I realize that there is no way I can defecate in this unfamiliar posture, much less do so as part of a command performance before a total stranger. Once more I consider protesting, but again I reject the notion, determined to bear the entire ordeal that I have voluntarily submitted to, but resolved that this must be the first, last and only time.
“Perhaps he needs some encouragement.” Ken suggests jauntily.
“Why not, go ahead.”
I hear the unmistakable sound of the man unbuckling his belt and expertly snaking it from the loops of his pants. Mere seconds later I am flinching as the doubled up strap smacks against the curve of my ass. I hunch closer to the ground, involuntarily attempting to shield my rump from the strapping, unaware of how much I must truly resemble a cringing dog.
“Come on dog, we haven’t got all day.” The man orders brusquely, his baritone voice resounding with a crisp air of authority. His free hand grabs my hip and pulls my ass back up a bit so that I cannot evade the blows that rain down. I make a good faith effort despite my embarrassment to carry out their commands, but nothing passes from my body. The beating only undermines my concentration, making a difficult task an impossible one.
“The whelp must be constipated.” Ken suggests cruelly. “I’d recommend a nice big enema tonight.”
“I had already planned on one.” She replies.
“The sooner he learns he has absolutely no control over his most basic bodily functions the more malleable he’ll be.” The man advice as he pulls his belt back on his pants.
“Well dog, you’ve certainly disappointed me. But never mind.” My Mistress scolds as she pulls me back into the house by my leash.
“Shall we get down to business?” asks Ken.
My destiny
“By all means.” She leads the way, the man walking and me crawling behind her to the dining room table where I see my wallet, a folder, several pens and a pair of metal handcuffs resting. The man seats himself at the table.
“Since we’re at the table, show us how you beg you miserable dog.”
On her command, I sit back on my heels and hold my elbows into my chest and my mitten trapped hands up and out. She stands behind me. Her large body pressing up against my bareback. Her ample breasts just barely brushing the back of my head. She reaches over me to grab the pair of handcuffs from off the table. She closes the metal cuffs on my forearms, just above where the leather mittens end. Once I am safely locked she removes the bondage mittens.
“Though I certainly believe men like yourself are no better than dogs, I’m afraid we need to square away a few details that will involve you having to use your hands for a few minutes.”
This is an unexpected twist that I ponder as I flex my hands feeling my hands breathe in the air, free of the sweaty confines of the black leather.
“You’ll be happy to hear that I decided last night that you were indeed suitable for my purposes and have made up my mind to keep you. There are now just a few housekeeping items we have to take care of. The first is your car. Since slave owns no property we need to dispose of it.”
I am in shock – barely comprehending her words. I hear them, but they make no sense to me.
“Besides, your disappearance may raise some questions. I think I have a plan which will take care of most of the details, but the sooner we put some distance between your car and myself the better. We fetched it from the parking lot this afternoon and took it to a junkyard owned by a mutual friend who has no problem getting rid of it for us. But I actually think it’s better to leave a paper trail rather than just compacting it, in case anybody noticed us this morning. So you’ll be selling it to Ken for a pretty nominal fee. The paperwork is right here and ready for you to sign.”
She picks up a pen and a piece of paper and stoops down to it on the floor in front of me. At first, I am willing to dismiss this all as some sort of elaborate mindfuck, orchestrated to intensify our play, but I am beginning to have my doubts when I notice the paper is actually the deed to my car which Iso stupidly kept in my glove compartment. I realize that she is not lying, at least not the part about having gone back to the parking lot to collect my car.
She bends down, her round face hovering just above my own as she jabs a fat finger at a line on the paper. “Ken just needs your signature right there so that our friend Paul has all the proper paperwork.”
“You must be joking right?” I ask.
Her reply is swift, she grabs a fistful of my hair and with her face still leaning into mine she hisses menacingly: “You know better than to speak. Remember your lesson, dogs don’t speak.”
I gulp hard, intimidated by the tone of her voice. Her fist still pulls hard at my hair, but even though i am wincing I summon up the courage to resist.
“This isn’t funny. This is over. I am getting up and getting the fuck out of here.”
She slaps my face with her free hand, while her other hand tightly gripping my head ensures I cannot to turn away and deflect the blow.
“It doesn’t look to me like you’re in a position to go anywhere,” She mocks me contemptuously, the simple gesture of her hand encompassing my cuffed wrists and embarrassing nudity.
“You fucking bitch. You’re psycho. Get the fuck off of me.”
“Now you’re getting feisty huh?” Her lips drip with malevolent sarcasm.
“I don’t care I’ll fucking scream you fucking bitch!” My voice is raised now, desperately trying to convey that for me the game is over. I am getting up, putting on my clothes and going home.
The man, who up until now has been motionless, his face obscured from my view by the table top, stands up. For a fleeting second, hope wells up inside of me. I think he may actually put an end to this madness. But even as I try to struggle to my feet I feel him crouch over me, like a wrestler and clamp one of his huge calloused hands over my mouth and nose.
With my nostrils pinched tight I am forced to open my mouth wide to gulp for air. Before I can even think to bite down on the man’s palm I feel hands (I’m not even sure whose in the blur of the moment) taking advantage of my open mouth to slip a red rubber ball gag under Ken’s palm and press it hard into my mouth. I have no choice but to stretch my mouth wider and take the gag. I feel my Mistress tightening the straps and buckling it closed. For a few seconds I can not breathe at all and then the man releases his hold on my nose, assured that the gag is firmly planted in place.
“Really! I didn’t expect such an outburst from you. Not after all those naughty e-mail stories about being abducted, kidnaped, forced into slavery, owned and stripped of free will. Isn’t this exciting? I’ve given you what so few people ever obtain, the opportunity to live your darkest desires. I’ve made your dreams come true.”
Her words torment me. I recognize their fundamental truth even as I rebel against them. How crazy it is that I ever should have longed for such things and written such words. What had I been thinking? What have I gotten myself into? Deprived of speech I can only shake my head in a vehement “No!”, begging her to end this charade with my puppy dog eyes.
“Let’s not make this harder than it has to be.” She hands me the pen again, which I had dropped in my struggles.
Feeling the writing utensil in my hand the truth begins sinking in again. This is real. For her, it was not a game. She has concocted some plan to make me disappear. She wants to own me. She will use me. Perhaps share me with this man. The horror of it all washes over me. I am really no longer in control at all.
I take the pen and scratch it across the entire form. The pen presses so hard it actually tares the paper. It is a final fuck you, a refusal to comply, a statement of resistance.
She picks up the form. “I guess you’re set on doing this the hard way. That’s fine with me. I’ll work you over until you’re broken and then I’ll build you up again, just the way that I want you. This isn’t important.” She crumples up the paper in her hand. “On Monday we’ll get another copy of the registration. By Tuesday night I’ll have you begging to sign anything.” “You sound pretty confident.” Ken smiles. “I can’t wait to get a look at the whelp on Tuesday. I’m sure you’ll have him cringing like a proper dog by then. Is there anything else that I can do for you tonight? I mean if you’d like a hand . . .” Ken is leering at me suggestively, obviously eager to get carte blanch approval to lay his hands on me.
“I’d prefer to handle him myself. Call me selfish. But there is one thing before you go, help me get him straight-jacketed, that’ll make him a bit easier for me to manage.” My Mistress disappears downstairs, returning a few minutes later with heavy, black leather, a straight jacket. She sets it on the table and spreads it open. She then proceeds to unlock my handcuffs. Ken is waiting expectantly, standing behind me, his strong hands holding me at my elbows in a vicelike grip, one leg wrapped in front of me, the other foot standing on one of mine. I make a pathetic effort to struggle as she slides my arms into the sleeves. Though the man must adjust his grip so she can pull the jacket on up it is already too late. It only takes a few moments of rough handling and I am overpowered. Ken is much larger than me and uses his strength to trap me in the jacket. Once I am securely fastened she trips me to the floor and kicks me in the ass until I am sprawled out face first, on my belly.
“Stay.” She orders and then escorts her friend to the door. I can hear them talking, saying their goodbyes in the other room, laughing pleasantly with one another, deliberately I suspect, speaking in hushed tones so that I will not hear their words but cannot doubt that they are at my expense.
I contemplate scrambling to my feet and trying to make a dash for the door, but I am too stunned. I cannot imagine forcing my way past them and I am not sure how I would feel being on the streets of this strange town naked except for these collars and pads and the straight jacket.
I hear the door close. The sound of a car starting and the heavy footsteps of my Mistress as she returns to me. She stands towering over me and nudging her shoe in front of my face, resting it centimeters from my gagged lips announces:
As I showered, I thought about what I had agreed to do for my new friend, who I just met through an ‘alt site’. We had not even been together yet when he had shared with me his fantasy of watching while I had sex with another man. My fears felt very real back then, and were more than a little apparent, as we talked on the subject for hours while he described, in detail, the fantasies he had been having about me, about us. I found it difficult to wrap my mind around why he would have those fantasies and told him as much. During that discussion and many more in the days that followed, he calmed my fears and insecurities.
Gradually, I was able to accept the voyeuristic tendencies he had. He assured me time and again that he wasn’t trying to pawn me off to another man, nor was he trying to scare me away. He kept telling me those were only fantasies, and I wouldn’t lose him. I even became secure enough, that we role played those fantasies in our emails to each other. ‘That’s it, Dearest. Take that cock all the way!’ He would whisper in his emails. And I would play along, describing to him how it felt to have another man inside of me as I climaxed.
We had been talking through email just a week or so when I was brave enough to share with him the enjoyment I get from being spanked. Despite my fear of him thinking I was weird because I was aroused from the pain and sensation of these spankings, he was very aroused and excited. He promised that spankings would become a regular aspect of the sex we shared.
We found that he really liked the thought of making my backside a light red before we made love and I knew that these spankings would allow me to reach climax very easily. He promised me multiple orgasms during sex, and he was quite proud to be the one to give those to me. We also talked about me giving his cute little butt a spanking, and we knew that would switch back and forth for maximum pleasure for us both…
I finished my shower and dressed in the clothes we had agreed on for the evening. I put on a lacy red garter, with red fishnet stockings, under my well fitting black skirt. The matching bra I wore slightly showed through the white blouse I buttoned over it. I put on a very modest amount of makeup, and a little perfume, before I went into the front room where the two of them waited.
I have to admit, the man I chose to join us was an attractive man, but that didn’t make my agreeing to do this any easier. He had a pleasant manner, which I liked, and I also liked that he was well spoken. I felt a bit uncomfortable as he looked me over, but this was more from knowing that soon I would be getting a spanking from him. My Tom smiled as they both stood when I entered the room, and he gave me a kiss, asking if I was ready. I told him that I felt ready, but that we should start before I lost my nerve.
Helping me relax with spanking
My Tom took me by the hand leading me into the bedroom, and as I followed him my heart hammered in my chest. He had placed a chair just to the right of the bed, slightly kitty-cornered toward the headboard, and as he led me into the room, I heard the door close behind me. He released my hand, and I felt our friend guide me by the waist to the chair. I sat down and our friend began working the tension out of my shoulders and upper back. My Tom sat on the edge of the bed facing me, and he took my hands in his. We looked into each other’s eyes then, and I could see the adoration and excitement from him as he whispered to me ‘I am right here Dearest. You aren’t alone,’ and I began to relax.
The firm pressure of the hands on my shoulders eased the tension from me a bit, and I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the massage. He rubbed my back for a few minutes, and when my tension was eased a bit more, I felt my Tom pull me up from the chair, and I sat gently onto his lap, and into his embrace. He held me for a few minutes whispering softly into my ear how much he adores me. He kissed me softly on the mouth and neck and then he had me stand.
I wasn’t surprised to see that our friend was sitting on the chair, and I allowed my Tom to guide me over to stand beside him. Then my Tom placed his hand on the center of my back, and eased me over our friend’s lap, my head toward the foot of the bed, while our friend helped lower my body into position across his lap.
My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I slowed my breathing and tried to relax, feeling his arousal against my hip as he placed a hand on my bottom. I remember turning to look at my Tom, who sat again on the edge of the bed, as I felt the first swat. He smiled at me, and I mouthed the words ‘I adore you’ to him. His face lit up and he whispered ‘I adore you too dearest’ as another swat landed on my bottom.
Our friend seemed quite proficient at spanking, and he swatted my bottom soundly for a few minutes. That familiar sensation to my fanny grew as my Tom took my hand lovingly and gave it a squeeze. While I held my Tom’s hand, I felt rubbing on my stingy cheeks and I closed my eyes as that spanking did what we knew it would. My body reacted as it always did from a spanking, I began to feel arousal. The sensation of my bottom becoming red, along with the throb of the pain in my fanny, made other parts begin to react, and I felt warmth growing between my legs.
My mind was on my Tom, and I squeezed his hand, as I felt another series of swats through my skirt. I looked at him again, but his attention was focused on the spanking I was getting. I could plainly see the arousal he had, and that brought a smile to my lips. Knowing he was enjoying watching this man spank me made my body’s arousal increase. I remember that I started to let myself be selfish, as my Tom had urged me many times in our correspondence. I started enjoying the feelings a spanking always brought me.
The swats from those strong hands on my bottom began to increase in force, and I kicked my legs a bit as my butt started to really sting. I remember feeling my skirt being pulled up, and I quickly looked to see my Tom leaned forward, and using his free hand, was tugging my skirt up to reveal my bare butt. I relaxed just a little, knowing it was my Tom baring my ass for that spanking. As that hand landed against my now bare skin, and I felt the sting of that swat, my body slowly began to react even more.
I vividly remember the sting to my fanny as that spanking became a bit harder. I also remember feeling this man’s arousal grow slightly against my hip and belly as I kicked my legs and pushed against his thigh. I opened my eyes when I heard the bed creak, and I saw my Tom had stood, and letting go of my hand, he walked around to my feet. I remember feeling his hands ease my legs apart and then slide up my inner thigh to touch my exposed pussy. I then felt my Tom slip a finger into me, and my body reacted with a shudder. He drew that finger across my sensitive clitoris, and slid another into me, as another solid swat landed against my butt.
One finger orgasm
I had closed my eyes as I felt the hard swats land against my bare skin and with the added stimulation between my legs, the arousal of my body grew swiftly toward release. I was kicking my legs hard, and getting really close to climax when I lifted my head and arched my back. I remember that I opened my eyes then, and saw my Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed with a huge grin on his face. My entire body seemed to tense when I looked at him, and I closed my legs on the hand between them. The knowledge that it wasn’t my Tom bringing me to climax was a shock for me, but my body was too close, and that finger still touched the sensitive places between my legs. Before I could even try to control it, I climaxed, and I remember thinking my body had betrayed me, as I felt it begin to spasm. His free hand kept landing squarely against the bare skin of my butt many times during that release, and his finger continued to stimulate me, prolonging my body’s orgasm.
My Tom had moved to sit on the very edge of the bed as my climax subsided, and I watched as he unzipped his pants, pulling his erection out. I remember feeling the hand between my legs withdraw as I relaxed them, and then those hands eased me gently onto my knees in front of my Tom. I took his erection in my hand, and I felt him throbbing as I knelt before him and he guided my mouth onto him.
I wasn’t surprised that he had me taking him orally.
I focused my mind on my Tom and watched as his hands reach to my collar, and began unbuttoning my blouse. I remember that I heard the sounds of undressing from behind me, and as my Tom stroked my hair, I felt other hands start to caress first my shoulders, then my back. Then I felt those hands cup my butt and firmly gave it a squeeze. I was surprised when my Tom made me stop, and take him from my mouth. He then had me stand as he finished unbuttoning my blouse. His hands slid up my belly and over my bra, as I felt the fabric of the blouse soft on my skin, slide from my shoulders and landed on the floor behind me.
As my Tom stood, he kissed my neck and shoulders, then slid his hands down my sides, and I felt his fingers slide under the elastic waistband of my skirt. I remember struggling to control my emotions as my Tom sat slowly on the edge of the bed again, pulling my skirt down over the garter I wore. He eased the skirt to the floor, and I lifted my feet slightly, stepping out of it. I felt very vulnerable standing in front of him, wearing only the garter belt, stockings, and a bra. Then I remember starting slightly as hands took hold of my waist from behind, and as I tried to slow my breathing again, I was turned to face the man that had just spanked my butt.
He stood in front of me completely naked, still holding my waist, and his body showed well-defined muscles. His broad shoulders and strong arms showed very little effort as he lifted me to sit on the bed, with my legs over the edge. His cock stood straight out, pointing directly at my breasts as I sat there.
Then I remember that my legs were eased apart and I felt one of his hands glide over my skin, slowly going up the inside of my thigh. My Tom sat down close beside me on the bed, having removed his clothes as well, and he placed my hand onto his cock. I felt the hand between my legs reach my groin, and when he placed it against my pussy, I took my Tom in a firm grip and squeezed. I lay back onto the bed looking at my Tom, and as I met his eyes, I felt that finger part my lips and enter me.
My pussy had dried a little, but the finger within me found moisture from my recent orgasm, and when he felt the wetness increase, he began teasing my clitoris. I shuddered slightly from the sensitivity between my legs, and as I closed my eyes, I felt my body begin to respond to that touch. He worked his finger around within me, bringing back my moisture, and I began working my hand up and down over my Tom’s erection.
I didn’t open my eyes, as I felt the clasp to the front of my bra being undone, and then felt hands on my exposed breasts. I kept working my hand around my Tom, as the touch to my breasts made my nipples erect. Once my nipples had hardened, I opened my eyes and looked at my Tom again. As our eyes met, he stopped stroking my breasts, and I had to let go of his cock as he got up from the bed.
I remember I closed my eyes again, and I felt my legs being lifted and bent at the knees, my feet set completely apart on the edge of the bed. I had been trying to prepare myself for this moment all evening and was still trying to accept that I had agreed to get fucked by this man. Then I felt my Tom’s hands stroke my hair and I realized that he was standing on the opposite side of the bed. I tilted my head slightly back, and my Tom leaned forward, kissing me firmly, just as I felt that thick cock lay against the lips between my legs. I kissed him fiercely, reaching back and pulling his mouth against mine.
Slickness had built between the lips of my vulva, and I felt gentle pressure from the cock pressed against it, as I felt it slide up and down against my slit slowly. Within moments, my lips parted enough that I felt his shaft slide against my clit, the main vein within his cock sliding up and down the length of me.
My husband’s eyes, strange man cock
I remember feeling his hands slide down my sides, and come to rest at my waist. He slightly lifted his hips, drawing the head of his cock down between my lips, to stop directly in line with the opening to my pussy. My Tom ended our kiss, but kept hold of my hand and grabbed the other one, lifting my arms a little above my head. I felt the member between my legs start pushing against me then, and I spread them fully as the head of his push against that opening. I felt how thick he was as he began to push into me, and even being wet, I thought I wouldn’t be able to take him. He worked his cock into me a little way, then he would withdraw, and then enter me again, just a fraction deeper.
‘Damn, he is thick’ I said to my Tom, as I wiggled my hips slightly from side to side. He pushed against me again, and I felt myself stretching tight around him as the shaft began to enter me. The feeling of just a small part of him against my sensitive clit, had me close to orgasm again, and as he pushed another fraction of himself within me, I gripped my Tom’s hands tightly and couldn’t control the climax as it built to a roar in my ears. I came around him with his shaft only just inside of me, my legs spread almost painfully apart. I opened my eyes to find my Tom watching my face intently, his stiff manhood standing straight up. Our eyes met as I climaxed, and I saw the awe on my Tom’s face. I knew he was pleased while watching the fantasy he had shared with me coming true.
Slick moisture from my orgasm coated the thick cock still pushing into me, but I felt only a couple of inches within me, as he pushed against me again. As I climaxed around him, moaning softly, I still looked into my Tom’s eyes. I felt him push harder as his cock slid slowly into me. He would pause as my body shuddered in orgasm and then push himself a little deeper before my body spammed again. I remember the shaft of his cock pressed hard against my clitoris as he pushed it into me, causing my orgasm to continue until he was completely inside of me.
My orgasm didn’t stop when I felt his balls slap lightly against my ass. My body continued to shake violently, and it kept climaxing, as he pulled out from me slowly. He stopped when only the head parted my lips then pushed himself slowly into me again. My Tom let go of my hands as I felt every inch of him pushing tight inside of me, and that kept my body climaxing. I remember the feeling of that long orgasm while that cock pushed into my slick pussy over and over.
I still watched my Tom’s eyes as I was getting fucked, and his gaze went from watching as I climaxed around that thick cock, to looking deep into my eyes, watching my face as I came.
When my body’s climax finally began to subside, I was panting from the strain, but I remember feeling him push fully into me again, and he slid his hands behind my back. I felt impaled with him still inside of me, as he stood and turned, sitting on the bed, making me straddle him. I watched my Tom walk around the bed as I felt that cock slip just a fraction deeper within me as I pushed my weight fully down onto him. Then I felt my body thrown into a multiple orgasms, and I closed my eyes as I threw my head back.
I then felt my Tom stroke my back and buttocks as I was drawn forward by the man fully inside of me. My breasts pressed against the curly black hair of his chest as I lay against him, and I felt the head of my Tom’s erection rub against the bottom of my pussy a few times before he set it against my anus.
I remember saying over my shoulder between gasps ‘I doubt, there’s room, for anything else, love!’ But I felt pressure as he pushed against my asshole anyway, and as I felt the head slip gradually inside, I let out a gasp. He withdrew slightly, with the tip still parting my anus, and then he pushed into me again, just a fraction deeper. The orgasm I was having hadn’t stopped making my body convulse, and I did the only thing I could think to do. I sat up, lifting myself partly off of the thickness within me, and reaching back, pulled my Tom by the waist toward me. I remember just feeling desperate to have my Tom inside of me, and I pushed down onto the cock between my legs. I drove it fully inside of myself, but I didn’t feel my Tom enter me any deeper. I still felt him in me, but it seemed that he moved as I did, and hadn’t pushed any more into my ass. I pleaded over my shoulder ‘Please, fuck me, love. I need to feel, you in me’, and I again pulled his hips forward. This time I felt my Tom push into me as I lifted off of the cock I straddled. I remember throwing back my head and yelling ‘Yes! Yes!’ as I felt the two heads pass each other tightly. ‘Now, stay right there’ I gasped, and when I pushed down, forcing that cock between my legs into of me again, my Tom stayed firmly inside of my ass. I felt each of the places they tightly filled spasm and twitch, and I threw back my head, moaning loudly, deep in the climax.
I looked over at Kate who, dreaming as much as I, sat on my right watching television. We would have fucked as we normally did every night but we didn’t this night. Or last night. Or the night before. We were losing steam, we agreed. A long time ago.
“Oh.” that was all I could muster. I didn’t want to press it on. I couldn’t even tell if she was randy or not but sitting on this couch and getting fat, I felt even more effete than ever. Powerless to do anything.
“Let’s go out,” she piped up.
Out? Kate?
“It’s 9 o’clock.”
“You make it sound like we’re supposed to go to bed this early,” she rolled her eyes, resting her eyes on the roof and wagging her foot.
“Uh. . .” I trailed off and thought, ultimately resisting.
Before I knew it, we were in the shower together and washing each other off with the awkwardness one would expect from a couple taking the shower together for the first time, save for the wandering fingers They did not wander, oh no. What consumed me? What consumed her! I was out of the shower before her and I dawdled on that thought, wiping my feet with the towel.
The clothes remained a difficult find in the closet and the dressers. Wash was tomorrow. I scrounged up a decent shirt which remained in the dark shadows in the closet for too long. It really had been a long time since I had gone out. Pants were more a-plenty and socks had to be found in a hamper of fresh clothes not put away from last week.
Kate stepped out of the shower and started drying herself out. I stepped out of the room into the bathroom. Kate, towel around her head and towel around her torso, paid no heed to the crossing of paths, a million times it had happened before. I fished for the gel in the cabinet.
How long had it been? I stared at the bottle – a month, two, three?
I fumbled with it, long out of practice and squirted a puddle into my hand and lathered my hair with it. I reached around Kate, who stuck an arm back in, grabbing for the comb. Not a word. I worked the comb and said not a word. The toothbrush and toothpaste, not a word. Deodorant, cologne, sparkles. Ok, not sparkles but not a word.
I walked out and put on my shoes to wait. Not a word. Not a goddamn single word.
Pimping us two
I knew the club we were going to. We went to this every week for the first and second month of our relationship. Kate was fond of it, I was alright with it. Now? The music was strange, as familiar as it had been. The music screeched on the PA system, with no mention from the other patrons if there was something wrong with it. People mostly lounged about, never taking to the dance floor.
Kate was busy, taking her stool near the bar. I stood beside her, heads even. The alcohol, pricier than I remembered, tasted no better than watered down horse-water in a bottle. Lights danced around to no rhythm the music played and I stood there waiting. Waiting for something to happen.
Her eyes wandered from each bench, stool, and booth. Kate’s. What was she looking for?
“What do you think about – ” Kate asked.
I cupped my ear closer to her.
“What do you think about doing something tonight?”
I blinked. I squinted. I admit I was confused about what she was asking. She smiled. “Sure,” I replied with a delay.
“Kay,” she replied and tapped her lip.
To be honest, I was counting my lucky stars she was going to let herself climb down the stool and walk over to the two girls sitting in a quiet corner of the booth, both relatively attractive but the one facing away got to me more. Instead, she sat in her chair and pointed me to a guy playing pool under a red lamp.
His cuffs flared open as he made a clinching shot on the eight ball, ending the game. A round of pulls on their beer rounded up the reveries of the win and handed his cue to the defeated.
I looked at her stunned. I did not know what I was getting myself into but I had an inkling. And having that inkling, I hated every moment I dwelt on it.
Swallowing my pride, I walked over to him.
“Hey man,” I started it off. His brows arched, taken aback by my approach. “Name is Phil.”
“Oh.”
“My girlfriend over there,” I continued with a lump in my throat choking words out of my mouth, pointing to Kate. “My girlfriend would like to know if you’d like to come with us to our place tonight.”
“Uh,” he paused and studied my girlfriend winking at him from the bar. “I don’t even know you.”
“That’s okay, I guess.” I kicked myself the moment those words came out.
“Name is Chris,” he stuck out a hand to greet my hand that I had not realized I stuck out, a gesture that I had down to a reflex and nothing more. Our hands bobbed up and down, hand firm and fleetingly warm and dry. From there it seemed to devolve into a whirl that had what followed disappear into an abyss that I cared not if I could recollect.
Who took my pants off ?
Kate had already taken off her blouse and nearly draped it over the bottle of wine. There were a few sitting on the nightstand, all but one of them were empty. One of them had even been without alcohol that we did not notice until we started sobering up. Chris’ socks were already gone, leaving him lying on the bed unbuttoning his shirt. I was more feeble, taking more than my share of alcohol and fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
Good lord, my belt! Kate undid that for me – or was that Chris? I sat on the bed, helpless with the buttons. Chris pants fell off and then the boxers, covering the floor. I peered over my shoulders and saw Kate down to her panties and bra. And I, still clothed, too helpless to do anything.
“Don’t sweat it,” Kate purred and pawed at my hands. I lifted my heavy eyes to her and she met them with an evil grin. I winced. With another hand, she pushed Chris to lay down. A hiss, “Go down on him.”
I blinked and by the scruff of my neck, she led my ragdoll head onto his lap, my eyes closed. My lips met the cock, unsure what the fleshy digit would feel like on my lips. I opened my mouth, given no other option, and let it slip in. The smell, the taste, unlike what I had ever tasted before struck with revulsion as it took my senses on a full-on assault. Kate’s hand raised my head up and down, having the length grow in my mouth and the powerful urge to gag grow and grow. Tears welled up in my eyes but not a drop slip down my nose. Taking the cock, no other thing could be more humiliating. Taking it while it fleshed out and hardened between my lips, filling my tongue up with scents and aromas with something that I dreaded ever since I heard of the notion of taking another man in. Up and down, up and down; no other motion allowed.
And then, at the moment it would get no harder, my head was pulled away and I was allowed to spread myself on the bed. I feared what was coming next, that the inevitable feelings of having my rear end torn up and being used.
I waited.
Not a word.
In the haze, I felt the bed bounce as I felt both of them pull away. Kate and Chris, doing something else. I moved my head around as the bouncing became more intolerable. There Chris was ramming his cock into Kate, and Kate helpless to any other sensation was grunting and moaning. I winced. Twice in a row.
I waited for them. An eternity as I felt my heart being ripped, betrayed by this man that I had asked to screw my girlfriend and I was not being allowed to partake in this by the damned alcohol rolling around in my gut. I raised my hand to gently feel Kate’s feet, but she jerked them away. I frowned. What else could I do?
But something else didn’t. Frown, that is. I was helpless to the sight, watching her get taken by somebody else, to be so satisfied by this new man. His ass, bouncing right in front of me.
An eternity passed as I watched the ass bounce. And then, the eternity ended. They flipped around and he proceeded to ram her from behind. More bounding ass from Chris. And then sideways with Kate’s pussy exposed. And then it all ended with a pyrrhic victory, Chris’ body jerking and trembling like a calf fresh from the womb.
I blinked long and hard as the penis pulled out and white dribbled. White sauce, white ooze. I studied it slip, seep.
And all that, without warning it was on top of me. Kate lifted her body over top and sat on my face, rubbing the cum into my mouth. I opened my mouth, reflexively and stuck out my tongue, without a thought. I tasted the weak salt that permeated from the ooze and studied the flat taste. No sharpness, no acidity. Nothing, but overwhelming all the same as more and more came out with each flick and each tease of the filled hole.
“Thank you, Chris,” I heard Kate pant. I paused for a second there but decided to continue, residing to the fact that everything else had been decided for me this night, that it would continue to be so. I continued as I felt Chris lift his body from the bed and heard the noises of clothes being assembled from off the floor. And all the while Kate continued, “I knew you would like this.”
Chris kissed Kate and then walked out of the room, whipping out his cell. Kate just sat there, grinning.
Shocked
Done, the two of us lied there thinking.
“That was a ballsy thing to do,” I thought out loud.
Lying there in complete darkness, she feels his weight lifting off her back as he now sits beside her on the bed. She feels him slacken the straps that were only seconds ago holding her tight to the bed while he used her body for his pleasure. She can feel his cum leaking out of her over-used pussy, mixed with her own juices that have been leaking from her steaming sex for the last half hour. The air-conditioning in their hotel room is causing tiny goosebumps to rise all along her back as the cool air it’s pumping into the room chills the sweat that is running down her spine.
Still enjoying the aftermath of the raunchy session of frenzied lust that they just finished, she feels him lean in close to her ear.
“I hope you’re not too tired yet my pet. The night isn’t quite over yet, and I still have a surprise for you.” He softly whispers into her ear as he slowly removes the blindfold that has kept her in the dark for the last hour or so.
Questions abound in her head as she begins to blink relentlessly, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. What other surprises could he have in store for me? Is there really anything else he could do to me to make me cum like that?
The straps, no longer holding her to the bed, are pushed aside as she turns onto her back, her eyes finally adjusting to the light in the room. To her surprise, she now sees a man standing in the corner, his face covered by a mask, but the rest of his body is completely naked for her to appreciate. As she allows her eyes to roam this stranger, she fixes her gaze upon his throbbing erection and the pre-cum that is glistening on the head of his swollen member. “Just what were you planning to do with this surprise of yours?” she asks, licking her lips at the thought of what she would do with the cock that was standing at attention in front of her.
“He’s here for the cleanup.”
Oral cleaning services
With those words, the silent stranger moves forward to the edge of the bed, falling to his knees between her spread legs. Lowering his hooded head into her lap, as she lies back on the bed, his tongue snakes out from between his lips, and tenderly begins to lap up the cum and pussy juices that are still flowing from her swollen pussy lips.
“I like this surprise” she moans, as the hooded man begins to lick her clean and swallow her man’s cum.
“You always seemed to like having your pussy cleaned after I’m finished using it, so I figured we should get you, somebody, to help you with it.”
As the masked man continues his task of cleaning her man’s cum from her pussy, he takes special care to lightly flick his tongue over her swollen clit, making her moan, and causing more juices to run from her sex. He is good at his job, and she reaches down, holding the top of his hood tightly so that she can raise her hips, and crush her now pulsing clit into his mouth. She was sure she was completely spent after the fucking her man had just given her, but now having this stranger greedily sucking and licking at her pussy, she feels the waves of another orgasm rushing over her.
Grinding herself harder and harder against his lips and teeth, she moans her way through another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Was that good my love?” her mans asks, with a slight smile on his face. “Should we bring him back again the next time?”
“Who said I was finished with him this time?” she replies.
Still holding the stranger by the hood, reveling in the final spasms of her orgasm, “Am I allowed to enjoy more than just his tongue, my love?”
“Of course my darling, I brought him here to please you, after all.”
Why stop at licking if we can add fucking?
Pulling the hood away from her dripping sex, she drags the masked man up to his feet, his hard cock now bouncing freely, just inches from her face, pre-cum still leaking from the head. Lowering her head slightly, she opens her mouth, and holding the throbbing cock by the base, she flicks her tongue across the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that has been steadily leaking out. Opening her mouth, she swallows as much of his manhood as she can fit into her waiting mouth, hungrily devouring him, and making a show of how dirty she can be, all in the hopes of getting her man’s cock hard once again.
After working on the throbbing cock in front of her for a few short minutes, she gazes up at the hooded man, asking “Tastes good, but do you know how to use it?”
Lying down on her back again, she drags the stranger by his cock, to lie on top of her, lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist, and guiding his cock into her open, waiting pussy.
She is so wet that he slides into her completely with the first thrust, forcing a moan to escape her lips. The stranger’s cock has been hard for quite some time already, after having been forced to watch her man fucking her, and through the cleaning of her well-used pussy. Now it was his turn to fuck her and fuck her he does. Trying his hardest to push her through the mattress, and onto the floor, with each of his thrusts her moaning like a bitch in heat only spurring him on to force more of himself into her steaming hot pussy.
As the hooded man’s cum begins to spurt from his throbbing cock and fill her pussy, she climaxes once again, clawing at his back, and leaving welts behind. Almost screaming as this hooded stranger fills her cunt with thick seed, she locks her ankles behind his back, holding him deep inside of her. As she comes down from this last trip to heaven, she forces all of her weight to one side, rolling herself and the stranger onto his back now. Quickly standing up on the mattress, leaving a wet string of their mixed cum leaking from her pussy, back down to his cock, she turns to her man.
“My pussy is all wet and dirty again my love. Don’t you think it’s only fair that you clean up his mess as he cleaned yours?”
Your time to service me
With a wry smile on his face, her man moves closer to the bed, staring at her again-dripping sex, and licking his lips. “Anything for you baby.”
She signals to the hooded man to move, and he rolls off the bed, making room for her to again sit at the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs, and lying back, she beckons her man with a single finger, and points to her pussy, showing him where she would like to have him.
Her man kneels between her spread legs, and slowly begins to lower his head. His nostrils fill with the scent of her well-used pussy, and the hooded man’s cum and his cock gets hard once again. Slowly he begins to lick gently at her tender, wet lips, nibbling and licking, and enjoying the taste of the strangers’ cum, and his woman’s pussy. As he begins to work harder to get at the nectar pouring from her sex, he feels her lift her legs, to place her thighs on his shoulders.
Lost in a sexual trance as he continues to work his tongue over her, cleaning all of the cum from her, he doesn’t notice the stranger moving in behind him. Completely lost in her pussy, he only notices when it’s too late, and the stranger has his arms held tightly behind his back.
Stopping his cleaning duties, he pulls away from her sex to demand “What the hell is going on here!?!”
“You’re not the only one who can plan surprises, my love.” She answers, with an evil twinkle in her eye.
“What do you mean?”
“Just relax my lover, and I’m sure we’ll all enjoy MY surprise for you.”
Let the male on male party begin
She stands, and moves towards their toy bag, and retrieves the handcuffs from it, securing his hands tightly behind his back. The hooded man now moves to the side and she stands directly in front of her man who is still kneeling at the foot of the bed.
“You would do anything to make me happy, won’t you my love?” she asks as she grabs a handful of his hair, and pulls his face hard against her sex. “You don’t have to answer darling, I already know the answer. That’s why you are going to clean YOUR friends’ cock, and you’re going to do it so that I can watch.”
Before he can protest, she forces him to turn to the side, facing the now hard-again cock of the hooded man. Pussy juice dripping from his swollen member, pre-cum again escaping through the hole at the top of his purple head, the stranger is holding his throbbing cock right in front of her man’s face.
Despite everything his upbringing has taught him, he finds his mouth beginning to water at the thought of licking and sucking the cock that is only inches from his face. As he slowly opens his mouth and allows the stranger to slide his cock slowly into his mouth, he can taste a strange and very enticing mixture of pre-cum, and his own woman’s pussy juice. Swirling his tongue around the helmet try as best as he can to simulate what he believes his woman does to his own cock, trying to please both the hooded man and his woman. His woman is watching, fixated on her man performing oral on another man, as she moves around behind her kneeling lover. She stands right behind him so that she can feel his strong back against her thighs, and she pushes her hips forward using her pussy to push his head forward onto the throbbing cock.
“Let me help you with that my love.” She says, as she reaches down and replaces the stranger’s hand with her own, and she slowly starts to jerk on the cock that he’s sucking on, trying to coax out another load of hot cum.
He is working hard to please both her, and the stranger, and now he is enjoying it. As he tries vigorously to satisfy the hard cock that is in his mouth, he realizes that his own cock is now as hard as an iron bar, and it’s straining in mid-air, wishing it had somewhere to unload its own cargo of hot seed. Drool is running out of the side of his mouth and down his cheek. Her hand on this man’s cock, and her pussy, pushing against the back of his head, forcing him to swallow more of the cock that’s in his mouth, he suddenly feels the cock begin to twitch, and he knows that his efforts are about to be rewarded.
Her pussy is gone from behind his head, and her hand has disappeared from the cock that he is now trying to empty of its load. As the hooded man begins to fill his mouth with hot cum, he feels wet, hot lips engulfing his own throbbing cock, and he fills her mouth, just as his own is filled with the results of his first-ever blowjob.
Lets sign it with cum on cum
As the stranger pulls his cock out of his mouth, he finds himself leaning forward, not wanting it to be over just yet, but his face is met by his woman’s lips, and as she kisses him, she forces the cum that he unloaded just a second before, back into his own mouth, mixing it with the remnants of the strangers cum, and swirling it around in both of their mouths with her tongue.
A young girl identifies herself as a masochistic cum slut with tease and denial fantasies and advertises for an abduction and captivity lasting several days. A man answers the ad and tells her to make arrangements to be in a certain place at a certain time, having notified her family and friends that she will be out of town for at least a week. Here is what she remembers about the experience:
The tiny, submissive girl was being held captive in a house with several men around. She was restrained and watched, often in a dark, cold room under the house (a dungeon?) and used constantly. She had been teased and denied orgasm for days, her pussy was swollen and red, dripping, so much that she was in a trance-like state, waiting for the next move her captors would make…would she be touched again? Certainly. With, or without hope of release? After so many days, she suspected not.
Being useful to the men
At first, when she felt the need taking over, she would beg them to let her cum, for she knew better than to do it without permission. After that first day, she knew the pain they could produce and it was worse than any she had ever experienced. Since that day, she had always been pleasing to them, but they denied her over and over again. Knowing how desperate she was, they would pull away at the last second, quickly penetrating her in one or more of her holes, not allowing her release, but assuring their own. Still, it was some comfort to her. At least she felt useful and wanted.
She was in such a state of hyper-focus during this time, that her entire body was sexually responsive. Even a soft breeze would increase her arousal. Whenever a man approached her, she immediately became fearful that she would be hurt again, yet more excited sexually, hoping he would use her in such a way that she could find even accidental or partial release. Use her, they did, but the release never came, though she moaned, begged, even cried in total frustration. Her swollen womanhood ached painfully.
Sometimes it seemed they enjoyed amplifying her anguish. They teased her terribly many times a day, doing all the things they knew she liked the most, then hurt her with pinching, choking, beatings, needles and forcing large things into her small body orifices until she screamed and cried. Then the teasing would resume again.
They certainly did not go without. She had lost count days ago of the number of loads she had been given in her various holes, forced to clean herself with her own hands and consume every drop with her mouth. Many times she was given several loads in place of a meal; she was used so much the masculine fluid leaked from some opening of hers most of the time. She thought to herself, if only I could cum, I might enjoy this…
All I want is one good orgasm
One day, in frustration, she pulled and struggled against her restraints, shouting that she couldn’t take anymore and insisting that she had been good and deserved to cum. She knew this was highly unwise but she couldn’t stop herself. All the men came to watch, then each brutally raped her tiniest orifice, one after the other. It took hours, though she was allowed to drink water, and sometimes their piss, from a bowl on the floor. Afterward, when she was nearly unconscious, they strapped her to a metal table and inserted needles into her lovely, pink nipples and a metal clamp on her tortured clit, and electrified her until she screamed so hard she lost her voice and finally passed out. Then they whipped her until she had raw, red marks on her skin, and left her on the cold, hard dungeon floor.
The next day she woke up in a puddle of cum and her own blood leaking from her, needles and clamp still on. Her poor clit ached viciously and she began to cry immediately. She looked up and saw several men standing over her with their cocks out. As they pissed upon her, the warmth was little comfort, as her sore nipples and whipped skin burned from the salt of their fluids. She cried like a baby for a long time, until all but one of them left her there. This one took mercy on her and removed the clamp (mercifully, he did it slowly, but that did not stop her from screaming her throat raw) and pulled out the needles, gave her a bath, kissed her tear-filled eyes, and tied her to a soft bed where he used her mouth gently. She gratefully drank his man-fluid and fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke an hour later, refreshed and ravenously hungry, and the kind man came to her with a small snack and water, which he fed to her in bed. She looked adoringly into his eyes in grateful appreciation and tears welled up again. She had been traumatized by the pain, abuse, and neglect, and had not realized the emotional anguish she felt, only the physical pain, up to now. The man became aroused at the sight of her tears and kissed her as she cried.
He is a kind sadist
“Good girl,” he sang softly, caressing her face and hair, and then taking a handful of it, he pulled firmly and tilted her head back till her mouth opened. She sniffed and blinked at him.
“You are beautiful,” he said, “and I am feeling kind toward you, but I am a sadist, which means I take pleasure in giving pain, especially to beautiful little girls like you.” He let go and unzipped his pants, producing a very large, hard cock. There was a drop of pre-cum at the end.
The girl looked at his beautiful tool in amazement. She wanted to suck it or be fucked in her cunt with it, but she wanted to cum even more. She knew better than to ask, but her abused cunt, sore as it was, ached for release and dripped with her own juices. She began to whimper. He knew what she wanted.
“I am going to let you cum, my dear,” he said…her heart jumped and she smiled. “But not yet.” She dropped her gaze and tears filled her eyes again. “I like you this way. Do you want to please my cock?” She nodded that she did.
“Good,” he said, his voice beginning to turn hard. “Just a few more days and when you’ve proven you are the good slut I want, I will let you cum. Once.”
She sighed and began to cry again. She couldn’t decide if she was frustrated over having to wait, or relieved by the prospect of being allowed to cum…sometime soon.
He tied her to the bed and whipped her till she screamed. Her nipples felt as if they would be torn from her body. Her cunt felt hot and raw. Her thighs and belly and armpits all felt as if someone had made tiny cuts all over her with a knife. Then, he stopped and came to her with a vibrator. Her eyes got big and she gasped. She knew it wouldn’t take much for her to fall over the edge.
“Please!” she shouted, not really knowing if she meant to say no, or ask to be allowed to cum. She was afraid to do either. He moved it around until she felt the energy welling up inside her clit, spilling over into her thighs and ass as they tingled…it was coming.
“No! NO! Please!” she called, wishing the whole time she could say yes. He pulled the vibe away and she again cried in dismay, her hips pitifully humping the air.
The man untied her and turned her over, placing several pillows under her hips. He took off his belt and as he did, she could hear it being pulled through the loops. “Please,” she sobbed into the bed, knowing there was no use.
He beat her ass brutally, making her scream, beg, squirm, kick, curse, and cry, and then shoved his huge, hard cock into her aching ass and pumped her for a long time, stretching her aching anus and making her scream and cry the entire time. Finally, he shot a huge, wet load into her and lay there on top of her for a few minutes afterward, not saying a word. She wanted him off of her; she could hardly breathe. Finally, he removed himself.
He untied her and took her into the living room where the other men were waiting. “Go and suck those cocks, cunt,” He ordered. Wiping her eyes, she obeyed, going up to the first and getting on her knees. As she sucked his cock, the others talked about what they wanted to do to her next. Some of them were stroking their cocks to make them harder. Their conversation made her hotter by the minute. She was so tired, yet so horny, and all she wanted to do was have a good cum and go to sleep. But she knew better. It would be at least a few more days. She wondered if she could hold on that long.
“I gave that mother fucker his money” she grunted, but Monique’s words were unintelligible because they were mixed the moans of the homeless man she knew only as Jack and her own grunting noises as he pounded his cock into her ass. She was thankful he was not well endowed but he was the fifth she had taken since being cuffed to the dumpster by her pimp, Leon.
Leon was convinced that Monique was holding out money from him and he had a reputation for being particularly sadistic in the way he treated his “girls”. And since Monique was new he felt an especially strong message needed to be sent.
She had screamed in pain and fear as he pulled her by her long earring out of the seedy adult bookstore and around to the back alley where he pushed her to her knees behind the big green trash bin. Using two pairs of handcuffs Leon secured Monique by her wrists to a horizontal bar on the dumpster that allowed her to move a few feet left and right but was too low for her to stand. Then he used his knife to cut off her panties, gave her a sharp backhanded slap across her cheek and left her there alone.
Monique knelt and sobbed quietly to herself for five minutes before the first visitor arrived. “Leon said you’d be back here waiting for me” he said. As he approached the man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. When he reached her he grabbed her roughly by the chin and nose, pulling her mouth open as he stuffed his manhood into her mouth. It had happened so quickly that she did not have a chance to see how big the cock was but as it pushed back toward her throat she knew she would have to relax quickly or be choked on it. So she did her best to straighten her throat a little and take him in. The strange man pushed quickly in until she felt his pubic hair scratching her face. His hand went to the top of her head and he set into a steady rhythm of fucking her face.
Over the sound of the cock gurgling in her throat,
Monique heard another voice saying “Here that ho is. Let’s get some of that shit.” She realized that not only were there more men coming for her, she also knew that Leon had sent them. She was able to cut her eye to the side enough to make out the two men that were just arriving.
One of the men pulled her up to her knees, slipping her micro mini skirt up around her stomach as the other ran a calloused hand up her ass. “Oh, she’s packing a little something extra,” the second man said. “I don’t want none of that bitch’s dick but I am definitely gonna fuck this fine ass.”
The spitting sound went unnoticed but Monique felt the hot, wet of the saliva running down her ass crack. She struggled a little at her cuffs but knew it was futile and the meat in her mouth was starting to move quicker, the hand on her head moving her face pussy faster. She knew it would not be long before he came and even as she thought it she felt him shudder and throb. He shoved himself all the way in and held her head against him, fully impaled on him as he shot great loads of cum directly down her throat. Monique was running out of air and tried to struggle free but the movement just seemed to add to the face fucker’s ecstasy and he moaned loudly and held her even tighter.
If she could catch her breath she would have gasped when the huge, spit covered cock slammed unceremoniously into her asshole. Instead, she just made a deeper gurgling sound and closed her eyes, hoping the pain she felt like a hot iron rod would stop. The cock in her mouth and the one in her ass both pulled out at the same time and she nearly fainted with the relief. But it was short lived. Monique’s ass was instantly filled again with what she felt must have been a 9″ dick push all the way o the hilt into her and felt the balls of her rapist slapping into her own. This time, with nothing to stop her she cried out in a gravelly voice but there were no words, just guttural sounds. Two more long strokes later Monique felt a warmth starting to spread through her lower body and found herself rocking back into the thrusts, trying to get even more of that enormous beast into her. Deeper, deeper. Harder, faster. He was fucking her frantically and she was dizzy with the feeling.
The second cock exploded in her ass with a force that nearly lifted her off the ground and she pushed back into it, trying to keep the movement but the man driving the pulsating dick held her still against him as he finished spurting his load. Monique was getting hot like a cat in heat and needed more and the other man was right there to deliver. The last man shoved his companion aside and took up right where he had left off. Another shot of spit and the next dick as forced in with one quick stroke. Monique couldn’t wait for it to pull out of her to begin the next cycle and she hit her head against the dumpster trying to make the motion herself. This man got the hint and began slapping his upper thighs against her ass in hard, fast jabs that made Monique squeal with pleasure.
As they humped each other Monique felt the rough hands of her assailant pulling apart her flimsy blouse, breaking the buttons. His fingers found her hard nipples and squeezed them hard..and harder…and harder yet until her eyes watered from the pain. But that same pain made her own cock hard. The frantic pace of the one in her ass was making her dizzy and she would have fallen if not for the vice-like grip on her tits and the cuffs holding her wrists to the metal wall that now defined her world. She was pumping her ass hard against the man fucking her, trying to take him even deeper when the first wave of orgasm swept through her and her knees started to buckle. But she held her self up and continued to ride as another and then another wave of intense pleasure crested over her. The cock inside her pulsed as well and even through the condom, she knew he had expelled a huge load. The two of them slowed to a rocking motion as the feelings died down, their breathing heavy and loud from the exertion.
The man pulled his dick out, peeled off the condom and made Monique lick him clean. Her breathing was ragged and she would have had a hard time with this except that she was now extremely thirsty and lapped up the cum load like it was the only water in a desert.
